A/N: BEWARE THE RETURN OF SMUT! =D

Chapter 9 - Completing the Bond

How had it gotten to this point? She panted and dared to peek back over her shoulder. He was still behind her, the white demon! Paws dug into the sand, her sky blue hair streaming out behind her, tail waving for balance. Where her hakama had fallen off was a good question, and her breast binding only held together with strings of fabric thanks to his sharp black claws. In places her azure fur was stained and matted with trickles of blood where he missed fabric and sliced her flesh instead. She looked over her shoulder again and her cerulean eyes widened in fear. How had he gotten so close?!

Miles of darkened sandy wasteland stretched around them on every side. Gone was the imposing silhouette of Los Noches, and soon she knew instinctively they'd transition from shifting sand to the rocky cliffs that marked the entrance of the Menos Forest. If she got there she could get into the trees and hopefully escape this lust-crazed Alpha.

What drove him? Why did he pursue her so relentlessly? Weren't there other good Betas in Hueco Mundo? Sure, she knew she was the strongest, but after such a chase, shouldn't he have given up, gotten bored, lost his breath for Kami's sake!? But no, he hadn't, which was the whole reason she kept running in spite of her own breath coming in ragged gasps, and her muscles burning in her legs. With his level of endurance, she knew she didn't stand a chance at beating him down face to face. How had such a powerful Alpha shown up anyway? The most powerful one she knew of was a trio of wolves that stalked the courtyards of Los Noches, but she out-stripped them easily. The shark boy from the basement of the castle came closer to her level, but he was a Beta. In fact, her only true competition had been the mantis queen but she'd disappeared before the strange white Alpha had shown up. Well, there was the bat too, but he wasn't as strong as the wolves.

During this contemplation she didn't realize he'd gained ground on her until, "Boo."

She screamed, the fur along her shoulder blades and on her tail standing on end. This caused her steps to falter, and she tripped, rolling tail over tits several times until she flopped upside down against the first outcropping of rocks marking the edge of the cliffs before the forest.

"Shit!" She swore as he stepped into her field of vision.

"Well, now. Tired o' runnin'?" He bent down to grin at her, mirth sparkling in those gold-on-black eyes. He wasn't out of breath, he hadn't even lost any clothing in their previous struggle. It really would have been best for her to submit to him.

However, she hissed at him instead. "Fuck you!"

He clicked his tongue. "Naughty, naughty, Kitty. An' after ya submitted ta me once a'ready."

"What are you talking about?!" She tried to turn herself right side up, only to find that he had a grip on her ankles, holding her upside down like steel cuffs.

"Ya don't remember? 'M hurt. Lemme remind ya." He licked his lips and shifted his hands from her ankles to her thighs, pulling them apart to run his claws down the sensitive insides. She shivered all over, hooking her calves around the rock for balance. Her body remembered, even if she didn't, and it immediately opened for the white man's touch. He hummed in approval, "Mmm, that's mah girl."

"I don't understand. Who are you?" Her voice quivered as he continued to run sharp, black nails down to her most private of parts.

He reached down to grab her arms and turn her right side up. "I think if yer body remembers, ya'll remember too when I've reclaimed what's mine."

She struggled in his grip, but it was like iron to her silk. So she just resorted to grabbing at his shoulders, digging her fingers into the fabric of his shihakusho. He took the opportunity and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, pressing his body against hers, and wrapping his hand around the back of her neck. She unconsciously ground her hips against his, and a mewl escaped her lips. He devoured it and shoved his tongue into her mouth to run along hers. Her eyes went wide at the motion and she found that his were open as well, locked on her own. A fire burned in the molten orbs, and it drew her in like a moth, certain that everything she knew up to that point would be consumed by him. Their tongues dueled for dominance of her mouth, and when she lost, her eyes finally drifted closed. Her body relaxed against his, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth through their kiss.

Feeling her finally give in, Shiro shifted so that he was kneeling with her under him. Never breaking the kiss he removed his kosode and shitagi, leaving him topless. Her hands almost immediately ran over the planes of his chest and down his sides to grip at the hakama-himo holding the loose pants on his hips. His belt came undone fairly easily, and thrusting his hips against hers, he purred into their kiss.

"Eager now, ain'tcha, Kitty?" His voice was dark with the promise of things that made her inner kitty squirm. However, a spike of fear brought on by the sound intruding on her blissfully blank mind made her spine stiffen and her hands freeze. He growled, grinding their hips together again. "Don't stop now. Ya were just 'bout ta get ta the good part."

~~HERE THERE BE SMUT~~

He laughed out loud, feeling her tense beneath him. Her hands left his sides. Faster than she could do anything with them though, he grabbed both wrists in one strong palm and pinned them above her head. His other hand trailed down her front, grabbing at her breast on its way. A tweak of her nipple brought a delicious yelp from her pouty, if vicious, mouth. Now that she was fighting again he wasn't about to kiss her, though he did suck on her other nipple to bring more of those sounds out of her into the still air of the desert.

"Y-you! Get off!" She tried to squirm.

"I intend to, pretty Kitty." He leered down at her outraged expression. It really didn't matter whether she wanted it or not, everything depended on him claiming her, fully and completely this time.

She hiked her hips, attempting to buck him off, but that only made him grind down onto her with a growling moan. When she tried to stop, he bent down and bit her nipple again, this time drawing a small amount of blood around the dusky areola. He lapped at the crimson droplets deliberately tracing around her sensitive nub. Beneath him she squirmed and tried not to moan by biting her bottom lip. When a stain of red around her fangs became a bead, Shiro reached up and flicked it away as well.

"Ya shouldn't bite yerself, Kitty. It takes away all mah fun." He cackled and latched onto the base of one of her ears, piercing the sensitive lower curve.

She cried out, bucking as her back arched in pain. He smiled again, if she wouldn't accept pleasure, he'd make do with other reactions. The clawed hand he'd been using to grope and tease her breast drew down her ribs to her hip. A shift of their position was easier said than done, as she desperately did not want the powerful albino between her legs.

One close call near his family jewels too many and he growled in anger. His reiatsu rose, and she involuntarily whimpered. He was the Alpha, and she had best remember it. Her momentary stillness allowed him to pull back and flip her over. Now with her chest pressed into the sand, and her hands held behind her back, he was able to spread her legs and kneel between them. He pulled the hakama-himo from his waist and used it to bind her wrists. This returned the use of both hands to him, and he made quick work of shimmying out of his hakama.

She glared over her shoulder, her long black and white tail lashing in front of him. He grinned again, and drew his blue tongue across his teeth. Pulling up on her hips presented him with the glistening folds of her muff.

"Now tha's a pretty sight right there." He purred again, leering at her.

"Just get it over with!" She snarled, knowing full well that he'd won. She hadn't been able to get away, and now he'd bound her. She cursed the fact that her body reacted to the scent of his arousal, and she shuddered as her muff clenched, drooling honey, at the thought of that proud moonlit shaft pounding into her.

As if reading her mind, Shiro drew a hand along himself, groaning at the contact. He let go long enough to stand, drawing her up onto her feet so he could bend her over the rock she'd fallen against earlier. He positioned her such that she couldn't turn around and see what he was doing, then fell back to his knees.

Though his actions didn't make it obvious, he still very much knew who he was and what they were supposed to be. Between them he may be Alpha, but his King was her partner's Beta. That meant he could do things for her that normal Hollow Alphas would never even think of doing with a Beta that fought them. Like what he was about to do now.

Inhaling deeply, he brought his face within millimeters of her turquoise curls. His exhale disturbed them and above him, caught on the rock, she moaned. A bead of honey dripped down her slit to be caught in a nest of coarse blue hair. Following it with his eyes, his tongue darted out and caught the drop before it could fall. Barely a taste of what was to come, he made a noise of approval. Her toes dug into the sand to either side of his knees in anticipation. His sadistic streak kept her holding on a few more seconds before taking a tentative stroke of her nether lips with his tongue.

His first touch brought her up onto the pads of her toes, her joints from hips to ankles locked in the pleasure that shot up her spine. Then he did it again, and her tail waved from one side to the other. When he dipped the very tip of his tongue between her labia, the muscles in her arms tensed as well. It took until he penetrated her with the flexible organ before she finally cried out.

Using one hand on her thigh for balance, Shiro tongue-fucked her, laving all over every bump, curve, fold and secret place within her muff. Every moan she made shot straight through him, and gentle strokes of his other hand brought beads of pre-come from the tip of his wanting member. He gripped her tightening thigh as her muscles sent signals that her climax was pending. Another few licks and he pulled away. She practically roared in frustration when he blew gently on her overheated loins, and his sadistic chuckle had her pinning her ears back.

"Ah, ah, ah, Kitty. Can't have ya goin' off wi'out me." He brought his other hand to rest on her other thigh and standing up, drew both sets of claws gently along the over-sensitized flesh. Once on his feet again, he pressed against her, letting his cock rest teasingly along the slit of her muff.

She tried to press back, but he followed her motion, not giving her an ounce more than what she could already feel. She deserved this, she knew, for running away when such a powerful Alpha attempted to mount her in the first place, but damn it! She was all worked up now, and he was right there! What did he want? For her to beg? Ha! Fat chance that was going to happen!

He seemed to read her thoughts, "Oh? What's this? Not as worked up as I thought ya were, I see."

"Nng!" She tried to press back against him again, only to find that he repeated his trick of moving with her. It was just enough pressure to keep her wanting it, but not enough to really give her what she wanted.

He bent over her, running his hands up her sides, under her ribs to cup at her breasts where they rested against the rock. His muscular chest pressed against her back, his breath was hot on her shoulder, and his dick was just that tiniest bit closer to penetrating her, if only he'd change the angle! She squirmed under him again, though this time trying to get closer than to pull away. He grinned against her shoulder, and his tongue came out to taste the periwinkle spotted indigo fur. After licking her, he breathed against it, sending goose-bumps down her arms.

"Does the pretty Kitty wan' somethin'?" He asked, his lips tickling the junction of her neck and shoulder, "Hm?"

She tried to growl, but it came out more like a purr and a moan. He laughed softly, beginning to nip at the spot where he was speaking. "Mm, 'M gonna need more 'n' that."

Her breathing hitched, he was so close! That hot, hard shaft tantalizing against her dripping nethers. The thought brought another moan from her throat, and she lifted her head.

He reached up around her shoulder to cup her chin and stroke the front of her neck with his claws. "So pretty…" He moaned, pressing just a bit closer as his own need to bury himself in the warmth of that sinful place beginning to win out over his sadism.

She moaned again, getting more and more needy with every sound. Her mouth fell open, and he traced her lips with a fingertip. Involuntarily she kissed it, and moved her tongue against the pad. He groaned at the sensation of the hooks on her tongue, like velvet mixed with Velcro. She drew the digit into her mouth with another needy moan that he echoed, and he began to thrust with his finger against her lips. It was a slow, deliberate motion that had his hips twitching to match that rhythm.

The tip of his dick breached her folds and she gasped, her mouth falling open. This broke the trance making him pull back quickly. Immediately she whined at the lost feeling. She turned her head to look over her shoulder as best she could and nothing but need burned in her eyes.

"Hm?" He asked, mouthing her shoulder again.

"Please…" She moaned, "F-fuck me…" She whined again, any further resistance gone. He held out for a moment more, but then she pleaded, "My Alpha…please…"

He couldn't have held back if he tried, which he didn't. Plunging deep into her folds with one, sharp thrust, he growled against her skin. At the same time, she yowled like the cat she was, and he pulled back to start a brutal rhythm that had her moaning and panting. It wouldn't last long, but then Mating wasn't supposed to. Only their special circumstances allowed him to prepare and tease her at all.

The pleasure built fast and hard, both Hollows left mindless by the instinctual insanity that was Mating at its most feral. He slammed into her. She clenched around him. They both yowled their pleasure to the far reaches of Hueco Mundo, sending Gillians and Adjuchas alike scurrying for their dens in fear of the powerful Arrancar. At the moment that her walls clenched around him, and his scrotum drew up in preparation for their climaxes, he pushed them over the edge by biting down on that spot he had been teasing before.

Hot, sticky seed pulsed in thick ropes, reaching far into her depths, as honey splashed around his penis, soaking his ashen curls and their combined reiatsu, which had previously been washing the landscape in pervasive, over-powering waves warding potential threats away from where they were mating, drew back, circling their bodies. Through the broken skin of her shoulder, his black and red energy dove into her muscles. Blood dripped onto the rock beneath them, splattered by the shudders coursing through their bodies.

A few more minutes and she was able to breathe normally again, but for the hiccups brought on by his continued pressure on her bite mark. It took another ten minutes of him holding her, arms wrapped around her chest, dick buried deep in her tunnel, and teeth sunk painfully into the muscles of her shoulder before he was able to reclaim his own mind and pull back.

~~THUS ENDS THE SMUT~~

Moving slowly, he withdrew from the bottom up, deliberately maintaining the bite as long as possible so that his reiatsu could thoroughly invade her. "Mine! Always mine!" He growled just before stepping back, taking his hakama-himo with him.

She was free now, though bleeding profusely. So she turned to stare at him. A vague recognition tried to cross her face but before it could truly sink in, he began to vanish. She frowned and shakily tried to move towards him, her aching arms and legs not cooperating the way she needed them too. He couldn't leave her! There would be cubs, at least one, from this, she was sure of it! A powerful Alpha like him, mating her, the most powerful Beta in Hueco Mundo!? He couldn't leave! If he left the cubs would die!

"M'time's up, Kitty. Sorry. Dun worry though, I'll see ya ag'in soon." He blew her a kiss and faded away completely, even his clothing was gone.

Only the bite on her shoulder, the aches in her body proved that the encounter hadn't been in her imagination. She slumped to the ground, ignoring the feeling of sand sticking to her still wet nethers. He was gone and she only had her pain to remember him by. All she could do was blink.

Far away, an equally stunned and tense feline blinked in tandem with the female. His neck burned, right where the shoulder met it, and reaching up with a hand he came away with a smear of blood, though the skin wasn't broken. He was seated on the floor, next to a futon, in a room at the back of the Urahara Shoten. On the futon, the occupant groaned and turned over, face drawn into a grimace as reiatsu flooded the room. It bounced around in waves, reached out and grasped the male feline's own and immediately both the energy and the man on the futon soothed, sinking into the orangette in a mixture of red, black and blue.

"Mm…" He groaned as soon as the glow from the energy had faded, honey-gold eyes fluttering open. Immediately they landed on a shock of bright blue hair, turquoise fur and bronzed skin. He voice was rough with sleep, but music to the expressive ears nestled within that hair, "Grimm…"

It wasn't a question, but an equally abused voice answered anyway, "Kitten."

Both smiled and the blunette launched himself onto the mattress, nuzzling and holding the other half of his heart. Their lips met, their hands grasped, pulling and feeling, they breathed each other in, using all five senses to verify that none of this was a dream. Tears came unbidden, but neither knew from who. Grimmjow purred, Ichigo answered, and the room throbbed with reiatsu as the mated pair reconnected for the first time in almost three months. They quickly lost themselves in each other, kissing and holding and touching.

When the fever of reuniting lessened, the pair could be found curled up with Ichigo resting his head on Grimmjow's chest. His arm flung across his Alpha's torso, his legs wrapped around one of the feline's own, and his body touching as much of his mate's as he could, even having gone so far as to strip his shirt off to be skin to skin. For his part, Grimmjow had the arm under his berry wrapped around the orangette's shoulders, his tail wrapped around the closest calf he could reach, and his other hand lazily drew circles on the gentle swell that was their growing kitten. Life simply couldn't be more perfect than that moment.

The feeling didn't even drain away when the shoji screen opened and Karin appeared in the doorway. "Ichi-nii—oh! Sorry!" She immediately started to pull back upon seeing their compromising position.

"What is it Karin?" The hybrid asked sleepily, but content.

"Oh, Geta-boshi wanted me to tell you dinner's ready." The girl flushed deeply at the way that the Sexta continued to caress her brother's stomach.

"Aa. We'll be there, Tom." Grimmjow answered lazily, with a small quirk to the corner of his mouth.

The dark-haired Kurosaki growled. "Don't call me that, Hairball!" She slammed the screen and stormed off to the sound of the blunette chuckling.

"Tom?" Ichigo asked, looking up with some curiosity.

"Short for tomcat, cuz the first thing she did when we got back was threaten ta kick my tail. She looked sa much like a lil tomcat defendin' her territ'ry that I almost dropped ya." He had mirth shining in his bright blue eyes and his grin was so feral that Ichigo couldn't help but laugh at the image.

"Was I out long?" Concern creased his eyebrows, and the Beta bit his lip at the thought that his Alpha had been waiting long.

But Grimmjow shook his head, "Nah. About a day, which is nothing considering what you did. And while carrying!" For emphasis the feline pressed his black-furred hand fully against the baby bump. A flush stained the orangette's cheeks and he tried to brush it off, but the Sexta wouldn't let him, "I'm proud o' ya!" One of those wickedly clawed fingers tilted his chin up to look his beloved in the eye, "My Beta, carryin' my cub, stormed inta Los Noches, thoroughly trashed the Shinigami keepin' me from him, and didn't get a scratch on him. Potion-dude couldn't even find anything wrong with ya, in spite of that dart. Sa, whatever it was didn' work, I guess. Makes ya a damn fine Beta, and yer mine!" He purred, capturing Ichigo's lips in a kiss, which drew another slightly-embarrassed chuckle from said Beta.

When they broke apart again, the hybrid was about to say something else, but at that moment a rumbling growl broke through the room. Then it was Grimmjow laughing and Ichigo blushing like crazy. He shoved the Alpha and rolled over to get out of bed. Strong arms wrapped around his torso and he scowled.

"Aw, Kitten, it's ok. It just means the cub's hungry too." The feline's hands both rested on his growing belly, and purred in his ear. "Yer gonna be hungry as a Menos fer the next several months. It's ta be expected. Yer eatin' fer two now. 'S cute."

"Hmph." Crossing his arms over his chest, Ichigo pouted, but leaned back against his mate. He suddenly sighed, and whimpered.

Grimmjow nuzzled him, "Hey, hey, don' start that ag'in. 'M here! 'M not goin' anywhere anymore." The orangette couldn't stop the welled up emotion, and his Alpha spun him around to cuddle him again. "Shh. Shh." The blunette rocked them gently, rubbing his back.

"Damn hormones." He sniffed, balling his fist against the feline's chest.

"I know." Another nuzzle at his hair had him looking up into the Sexta's eyes. The Alpha smirked, "Now, how about food?"

He nodded and stood up to pull on a tee-shirt, though he wore hakama on the bottom. He sighed, looking down. It would only get harder to cover from here on out. Scrunching up his mouth in a look of frustration, he didn't notice Grimmjow sneak up until he was captured with a toe-curling kiss. When they separated again, the feline had an impatient smile on his face. He flicked his eyes to the door and the Beta blushed, realizing he'd delayed leaving the room again.

They joined the others in the basement, which was the only room in the Shoten that was large enough for both packs of half-Hollows to fit together. Immediately upon entering, Ichigo was swarmed by Mashiro, Nel, and Orihime. The gaggle of females drew him away to join the other Betas at one end of the room, all of them fussing over the ones who were expecting, though some more sedately than others. Grimmjow felt a hand on his shoulder and looked down at Ulquiorra, who gave him a knowing smile. The two exchanged a look before moving off towards Kisuke and the other Alphas.

Feeling a bit out of place halfway between the two groups of half-Hollows were the rest; Rukia, Renji, Byakuya, Toshiro, Karin, Uryuu, and Sado. All of whom, except for Karin and Toshiro, had arrived at the Shoten deliberately to check on those who had been captured by Mayuri, and the Beta-team that had rescued them. Occasionally, members of this third, neutral group would furtively glance at either the Alphas or the Betas, but no one felt the urge to broach the subject of the diversity out loud.

Then Kisuke's voice cut across the training ground. "Why, Shin-chan, I do believe our natural tendencies are making our guests uncomfortable."

"Mah, Kissue, yo're right." The blonde pack leader grinned his signature grin. "Why don't we all jus' sit t'gether fer dinner t'night, ne?"

Though it needed to be spoken out loud, no one objected. In fact, almost immediately Alphas found their Betas and paired off in a circle around the group of Shinigami and Humans. Yoruichi brought dinner with help from Tessai, Jinta and Ururu. Then there was no more room for chatter as everyone dug into the food. It was half an hour later, when the sounds of eating were reduced to single digits, that anyone had the wherewithal to speak.

Ichigo was once again leaning against his mate, all four of their hands on his belly, though Grimmjow had snuck his clawed digits up under the berry's shirt to be skin-to-skin again. Internally this was wonderful for Little One, whose ball of reiatsu was drawing gallons of the energy through the physical touch from both of her parents. Now that they were together, the sky of Ichigo's mindscape was the brilliant blue that matched Grimmjow's eyes again. Externally, the strawberry hybrid didn't care what was going on, the feeling of having his Alpha wrapped around him was heavenly; somewhere between the afterglow of an orgasm and the sensation of a job well done. And since at the moment he was pleasantly full from dinner too, well, things couldn't be more comfortable. His eyes drifted closed as he rested his head against the feline's shoulder, both of them purring loudly and the tip of the Sexta's tail flipping gently up and down.

Around the room similar positions were mimicked by the other mated pairs, with a few exceptions. All in all though, the subtly tense atmosphere from before dinner was gone, replaced with contentment and relaxation. At least, until someone cleared their throat, and all eyes focused on the trio of Rukia, Sado, and Ishida.

"Kurosaki…" The Quincy began.

"Hm?" Came the sleepy reply.

"Are you a bit…" He trailed off with a vague hand gesture that was answered with a raised eyebrow from both Alpha and Beta.

Rukia picked it up, blushing furiously and unable to meet their eyes. "What Ishida means is, you seem to be…" She too trailed off, which brought blue and orange eyebrows drawn together in the beginnings of confused scowls. She looked to Sado, who shook his head meaningfully. Then she looked to both Renji and her brother. The redhead frowned with discouragement, and Byakuya, who for once was actually holding his husband's hand in public thanks to the amorous atmosphere, raised his eyebrow in disapproval. She fidgeted.

"Rukia…" Ichigo prompted, and she blushed deeper, picking at the tail of her obi.

Grimmjow growled lowly, "Out with it, Midget."

The silence pervading the chamber grew palpable, as all who were gathered subtly leaned in to find out what the big deal was, but this only made the petite Shinigami more anxious. She glanced around at her supporters again, and once again was met with negative reactions. Whatever it was she wanted to say, those around her thought it would be best left unsaid.

Finally, when no one could take it anymore, Kisuke snapped open his fan, catching everyone's attention. "I believe your friends are trying to make a comment about how much you seem to have grown since only yesterday, Kurosaki-san." He waved his fan as the orangette's eyes widened.

Orihime chimed in with a grin as everyone else froze, "Urahara-san is right, Kurosaki-kun, how come you're so much bigger?!"

Belly Report:
Ichigo – 10 weeks
Orihime – 29 weeks
Nel – 5 weeks
Tesla – 4 weeks

A/N 2: For those who are interested in having a mental image of our preggies, from now on use: img . photobucket.c o m [slash] albums / v480 / darkmuse03 / ABBellyreference . jpg (specifically for Ichi) and www . pregnancycalendar1.c o m for Orihime. At this point neither of the others are showing yet. =D Ja ne, minna!