Once again, thank you to my awesome beta, xfang-girlx. Arigatou gozaimasu!
Grimmjow stoically stared at his wife as she lay in the bed in the room behind the glass. He was angry with Kisuke for not allowing her to go home for over a month, and he was furious because the man refused to tell him what was going on. All he kept saying was that he would tell him as soon as he knew. What the hell did that mean? He gripped the stiff wide brim of his drill sergeant's hat until his knuckles turned white and began to ache. He moved closer to the glass when Nami twitched and growled, baring her elongated incisors.
"Dammit," he mumbled, pressing his fingertips against the glass and wishing it was the soft skin of her cheek. "She's become what I was."
"You're correct," Kisuke said from nowhere making him flinch from the sudden and unexpected sound of the other man's voice.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I could kill you with a single hand you know," Grimmjow warned him noticing the scientist looked like he had ridden through hell and back.
The statement was completely dismissed by the distracted doctor. Kisuke's blond hair was disheveled and much more messy than usual as if he had attempted to pull it out by the handfuls. His dark gray eyes no longer held their mischievous or inquisitive spark; they were dull and foreboding like the sky before a disastrous thunderstorm.
"One of the babies she is carrying is yours. It shares the DNA code you have...well, the code you once had before we extracted it from you. Somehow your DNA merged with hers. If I had to guess, it happened due to the swapping of..." Kisuke paused, clearing his throat. For once in his life he was reluctant to make a sexual reference; maybe because of the horrible consequences it had wrought. He coughed lightly before continuing in a low voice, "various bodily fluids. Saliva, blood, semen - all of it contains genetic material. I can't explain how it happened, all I know is that it fused to hers and implanted itself into her genetic code. That's how you were able to impregnate her. When her gentic code more closely resembled yours, it enabled her to get pregnant. Otherwise it would have been a cross species mismatch and impossible."
"What is she?" Grimmjow asked, keeping his eyes on the distraught man. He was afraid if he looked at Nami the guilt would crush him. He had done this to her; this was his fault. He had infected her with - with what he was.
"Something that has never existed before. She is the genetic equivalent of a person with a split personality. She truly is two beings in one. I don't know how this will effect her or the children. I don't know what any of this means yet. I don't - " He stopped before finishing the sentence, raking his hands through his already hopelessly mussed hair. "I don't know a damn thing and it scares me and makes me furious."
Both men turned in surprise to stare into the dimly lit room when they heard her scream. She was out of the bed and clawing the walls as if she was searching for a way out. Her six months pregnant belly protruded ominously and largely in front of her. They both feared for her and the unborn children.
"Have either of you contacted Kurosaki? He needs to know," Kisuke said, watching Grimmjow's lips compress into a thin white line. "I can call him and let him know."
"Thanks. That would be great. I wouldn't know what to say," he admitted, tossing his hat onto the nearby chair. He rubbed his hands over his face in aggravation wanting to wipe away everything that had happened. Tears stung his eyes as he stared at his beautiful wife who appeared to be a caged beast at the moment. He had made her become everything he hated about himself.
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Nami sank to the floor in tears. What was happening to her? She wrapped her arms around her huge abdomen, hugging the babies inside of her. It felt as if they were fighting with each other inside of her as little fists and feet pummelled her innards. She could not stop the smile from forming on her face when she thought they were already so much like their fathers. This whole situation was so damn surreal. She had become a freaking were-cat and was pregnant by two men at once. Shuffling through the files of her memory, she could not recall ever seeing a wretched B-movie with such a horrible plot. This was no doubt science fiction but it was happening to her and it terrified her.
Forcing herself to a standing position, Nami returned to the bed just as the door opened and her husband walked in. She held out her arms for him like a scared child after a nightmare. It was a nightmare that she was trapped in and living on a day to day basis. This had to be hard on him as well. And what about Ichigo? What would he think about all of this? She had not even been able to work up the nerve to contact him and tell him about the pregnancy much less anything else.
Nami pushed those thoughts aside to revel in the feeling of her husband's strong arms around her. She turned her nose toward his neck, deeply breathing in the scent of him. She had never noticed he had such a distinct and intoxicating scent before. An unexpected warm feeling stirred deep within her and she was soundly kicked by both fetuses at once as if to remind her it was those feelings and urges that created them. It was interesting she was now attracted to him on such a base, animalistic level. Pressing her lips against the smooth sensitive skin of his neck, she sniffed again, feeling dizzy from the heady scent of sweat, adrenaline, and masculinity. Her tongue darted out and licked the full length of his neck from his collar bone to beneath his earlobe.
"Nami, stop," Grimmjow pleaded, shuddering with excitement from her weirdly erotic action.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I can't help it," she said, pressing her lips to his. She unapologetically straddled his lap, ignoring her belly that tried to keep them separated.
"Honey, please don't," he begged helplessly between the loud smacking kisses she showered on his lips. It had been a month since he touched her, and he wanted her. Her confinement had imposed an unwanted celibacy on them both.
"Please, I need you," she murmured, unlatching his belt and stripping it from the belt loops with a single hard pull.
"But someone will see," he mumbled against her lips that were once again covering his.
"Let them look. I don't care," she growled, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She noticed his protests stopped at the simple verbal expressions of concern. At no point did he try to physically restrain her; not even as she grabbed his stiff member and pulled it free from his khaki uniform pants.
"Oh, god, Nami," he gasped as she impaled herself on him with one swift movement.
Grimmjow held her close with his face buried between her breasts which had also seemed grow on a daily basis as her belly expanded. His groans of pleasure and approval were drowned by his attempts to lick and kiss her newer, bigger breasts which he had not been able to enjoy fully. Although the 'new' her struck a chord of fear deep within him, it definitely had it's benefits. He gave up trying to lavish his affection on her breasts as she worked herself on top of him like a madwoman. Instead he lay back and watched the show, relishing every expression of elated carnal joy that crossed her lovely face while each moan of his name only excited him further. A sudden tightening between his legs warned him she was about push him over the edge.
"Nami," he called to her, stroking her cheek with his fingertips until she opened her eyes. Sitting up, he kissed her to stifle the cry of pleasure from her lips as she climaxed which promptly caused him to release inside of her with an explosive burst of pleasure from his own orgasm. "You're amazing," he panted, holding her as she trembled on top of him.
"Despite what I am?" she inquired, stroking his head that lay against her heaving chest.
"Because of what you are," he said, allowing the tears to come.
All he could do was love her and what she had become would not stop that. After all, she had loved him first when he was a beast. How could he leave her? He felt the babies inside of her belly move; the soft fluttery feeling moved across his skin like a muscle spasm in his own abdomen. Pressing his hands to her tummy, he could not stop the smile from tilting his lips. He had become a father after all. But there was another who had become a father.
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Days later...
"What is he doing here?" Grimmjow demanded when the orange haired man appeared in the corridor with Kisuke. He had been standing outside of her room waiting for her to wake up. Kisuke had given her a tranquilizer shot earlier when she had another 'episode' and could not get calmed down.
"He wanted to see her. I think he should. After all, one of the unborn infants belongs to him," Kisuke reminded him as if he could forget.
Unfortunately, Kisuke was correct. Ichigo did have the right to know about the child and should see her since she was carrying his baby too. Both men eyed each other suspiciously, each wondering what the hell they should do and how they should handle the situation. They both had a huge stake in the matter being equally deep in the situation since they each had a descendant on the way.
"I suppose you and I should come to some kind of agreement about things," Grimmjow said, rubbing the back of his neck apprehensively. It was against his nature and his better judgment to be a peacemaker; particularly with man who he had viewed as an enemy even before he was human.
Ichigo sighed deeply with resignation. What choice did they have? Things were already strained and tense enough without the extra added animosity between them. If they did not find some way to deal with each other on somewhat friendly terms for Nami, they needed to do it for the children. Putting out his hand in a friendly gesture of compliance, he forced a smile when the odd blue haired man he held so much hatred and jealousy for shook it. He wondered if the man knew what a lucky bastard he really was. Although Grimmjow's life was far from ideal, he still envied him because he had the one thing Ichigo would never have: Nami's heart and undying love. However, now they had a shared interest in her. She would be giving them both legacies who would carry on a part of them even after they were dead. His deep brown eyes moved to the glass window to see her lying in the bed. Rage washed through him like a hot burning wave when he saw the restraints that held her arms buckled to the rails that were raised on the sides. His fingers curled into tight fists but he managed to keep them held by his sides.
"Is that necessary? Why is she tied down?" he asked, his voice shaking with wrath. His lightly tanned face flooded with a deep red hue as his anger proceeded to escalate when the other two men exchanged dumbfounded looks but stayed silent.
"You didn't tell him?" Grimmjow demanded, seizing the thunderstruck Kisuke by the lapels of his labcoat.
"Tell him what? I don't know what the hell to tell him," the astonished blonde shot back defensively.
"You could have told him SOMETHING, you moron!" the irate blue hair yelled in the other man's face.
"Hey," Ichigo said calmly in attempt to gain their attention and try to get information as to what was going on.
"Oh? And just what would that be genius? Who's the doctor here?" Kisuke snapped, snatching his lab coat from the clutches of the angry husband.
"I don't know, Doc! You tell me! You're the one who started all this mess!"
"I was not!"
"HEY!" Ichigo bellowed to stop the men quarreling like children. "Someone tell me something or I'm going to beat the hell out of both of you until you do."
"Just try it pal and I'll -" Grimmjow began, menacingly moving toward the equally livid orange haired man.
"Stop it!" Kisuke yelled, rapidly speculating how much time it would take for him to reach the phone in his office to call the MPs. "Everybody just shutup and calm the hell down! I'll try to explain this the best way I can. Sit down. We'll be here for a while."