Ichigo winced in pain as he dismounted from his horse, rubbing his thighs in gentle, circular motions. He'd never ridden a horse all day before and had had no idea how taxing it really was. His mare blew into his hair and he smiled, gently patting her on the shoulder. She was tired too, he could tell.
They had been on the road for almost a week. They hadn't exactly made good time, though. The roads were soupy from the spring thaw and the 'carriage' had a bad tendency to get stuck. Grimmjow just didn't have the coin to spare to fix all the roads, and the town mayors were sporadic at maintenance, so things had gotten really bad in spots.
Although what Feralina had called a carriage was actually a covered wagon, not so dissimilar from what a peasant would have used to move houses. Ichigo glanced over at, amused. Right now it was being unpacked and a fire was being lit for supper. Their escort consisted of four foresters and two guards. Not much, but all Grimmjow could take without leaving the manor seriously weakened. None of the foresters were Renji, though. He had requested time off to go visit their mother months ago, and Grimmjow had felt it was better for one of their family to be out of the line of fire. Renji had been relieved, although he had offered to accompany them.
"What's for supper?" He asked Feralina as he began taking care of his horse. She made a small grunting sound as she took the saddle off her stallion.
"Salted pork stew, probably." Feralina sounded annoyed and Ichigo grimaced in sympathy. The stew would be short on the pork and heavy on the salt, as always. And the vegetables would be… well, interesting was the most polite way to put it. It was early spring, and nothing had been grown yet, so they would all be pickled and preserved.
"Ah, you're forgettin' the jerky." Grimmjow said, amused and Fera shot him a scorching look. "Not to mention the travel bread – HEY!" He yelped as Feralina tossed her horse's bridle at him, hitting him on the head. "Watch it, you bitch!"
"Just shut up, I'm sick t'death o' the damn food." She growled, pulling out a curry comb and gently brushing down her horse. "When's the next good inn we're gonna hit?" Ichigo looked at Grimmjow as he pulled a map out of his bags. He was interested in the answer to that question too.
Travelling was just not fun, Ichigo had discovered. It was nice seeing different landscapes, and fascinating to see how the land changed, but in at least half the villages they hit the inns were so bad Feralina and Grimmjow would rather sleep in the woods. After taking a look at one of the rejects, Ichigo had agreed. They really would have fleas if they stayed at those places. Sometimes they could find a nice barn or a friendly peasant to put them up, but most of the time they just camped outside. To his vague annoyance, Grimmjow and Feraline seemed to enjoy sleeping outside in the air. But then, they were elves. Living indoors all the time was probably a bit unnatural for them.
The other not very fun thing about travelling was the food. Everything was salted, smoked and preserved. Travel bread was heavy, hard stuff that didn't go moldy easily, but it was about as fun to eat as sawdust. No one enjoyed that part of it.
"The inns should start gettin' better in a day or two, when we hit the main trade routes." Ichigo nodded as Grimmjow glanced over at the wagon. "We'll start makin' better time, too. Damned thing. Wish I had a dozen mules instead." Ichigo glanced over at the mud splattered vehicle, and saw the guards were taking care of the horses pulling it. They were easily as muddy as the carriage, and clearly tired, but not exhausted. Grimmjow and Feralina had kept all the horses fit during the winter months.
When the camp chores were done, the stew was ready. Ichigo ate it without comment, and smiled as Feralina threw a bit of the trail bread at her brother, who caught it and ate it. He loved watching them together. Brother and sister, exactly as they always should be.
The one really annoying thing about the tents was the size of them. The foresters and one of the guards shared the one tent, and the other held himself, Feralina, Grimmjow and the last guard. There was no privacy at all but Ichigo still got to watch as Grimmjow pulled off his clothes and slipped into a nightshift. His teenage body wanted nothing more than to break his father's rules and sleep with the handsome elf, but he couldn't. Not with everyone watching. Fortunately the tent was dark enough that no one noticed his arousal as he changed.
This was going to be a very long trip.
"An inn! Fucking finally!" Feralina was overjoyed and Ichigo felt pretty happy, as well. It was a really nice inn, too, situated right beside a river and clearly catering to the river traffic. Unfortunately, there was one fly in the ointment.
"Whose fucking carriage is that?" Grimmjow growled and the two of them looked away from the inn, finally noticing the thing. Ichigo's eyes widened as he took in all the scroll work and gilding, as well as the exceedingly pink paint. He'd never seen anything like it in his life.
"Oh fucking god." Feralina lowered her head as Grimmjow swore. "I recognize that thing. Should we just ride on by?"
"I think – nevermind." An elf had stepped out of the inn and was waving them down. "Too late." Grimmjow said under his breath, reining in his horse. "Szayel, it's been a while." They all dismounted and Ichigo stayed beside Grimmjow, using his position as a 'concubine' as an excuse to look over the new elf.
This was actually the first elf he'd seen besides Feralina and Grimmjow, and Ichigo was fascinated by the differences. Szayel was almost a stereotypical elf. Delicate and ethereal described him very well, although the pretty pink hair was still very unusual. So were the glasses he wore. Ichigo hadn't been aware that elves could have problems with their eyesight, but it seemed they could, unless he was just wearing them for fashion.
"Grimmjow! It's so delightful to see you again!" Szayel seemed genuinely delighted as he gave Grimmjow a rather vapid smile. Then he turned his attentions to a sullen elven maiden. "And the lovely Feralina! Oh my dear, please tell me you've stopped picking your nose in public. That was just so uncouth." Ichigo blinked. He'd seen plenty of uncouth behaviour out of Feralina, but never any nose picking. She just scowled at Szayel. "And who is this?" Szayel suddenly seemed to notice him and Ichigo found his intelligent, golden gaze rather alarming. "My word, a slave? And a concubine? Grimmjow, I didn't know you had it in you!"
"His old master was abusin' him, so I took him in. He'll be a ranger soon." Grimmjow said briskly and Ichigo nodded slightly. Szayel looked slightly disappointed but also interested.
"Well, I do hope you haven't done anything ridiculous like leaving him completely untouched. That would be too much, even from you!" Szayel tittered and Ichigo began to get an idea of why Grimmjow and Feralina weren't fond of him. Sure, he was theoretically a concubine, but most people didn't… snigger over it. He saw the muscles ripple in Grimmjow's jaw, and knew the elf was trying hard to keep his temper. "Come, join me for supper. I have some really lovely wine, share a glass with me Fera darling."
"Yeah, why not." Feralina agreed, to Ichigo's surprise. He wondered if he was missing something as he followed the elves inside. They clearly didn't want to be around this man, so why were they agreeing so quickly?
"Well, my dears, I'm sure you've realized I didn't meet you at this grubby inn just by chance!" Ichigo glanced around, shocked that anyone would call this place 'grubby'. To his eyes, it was immaculate. Grimmjow just grunted and Szayel smiled winningly. "Now, Grimmjow, don't be such a sour pickle!" Ichigo had to choke back a laugh at that and then blinked as Szayel poured them all some wine, even him. He'd thought the elf would ignore his presence. Then he frowned as he felt the tiniest bit of talent use from Grimmjow and Feralina, before they drank. What were they doing? "You'll be travelling with me the rest of the way. The King wants to make sure you don't get lost, tee hee." Ichigo frowned as he began to get a better grip on what was going on. Szayel was not out of favor with the Dark King, not in the least, and he likely outranked Grimmjow. His lord had no choice but to obey.
"Well, I'm not going in that damn carriage. You get t' do it, Grimmy." Feralina said, sitting up in her chair so she could scratch her ass. Szayel watched with a pained expression and shook his head.
"I wasn't inviting you, dear. That horrible laugh of yours!" He shuddered dramatically as Feralina glared. "But Grimmjow, love, bring your pretty boy with us. I'd love to see more of him." Ichigo met those golden eyes again and swallowed hard, looking down. If Szayel had just been the court butterfly he appeared to be, he wouldn't have been worried, but the mind behind those eyes was sharp. He'd never been gladder to have the retaining collar.
The rest of the meal was a bit strained, with Szayel doing his best to draw the two elves out, with limited success. Grimmjow at least pretended to be friendly, answering questions and making some small talk, but Feralina didn't bother. Her attitude reminded Ichigo of a sullen child, wanting to get away from the adult's table. But he wondered how much of it was genuine and how much of it was a tactic to get Szayel to ignore her.
Finally, supper was over and they went to their rooms. Not to his surprise, Ichigo found that he and Grimmjow were sharing a room. Szayel certainly would have questioned it if Grimmjow had paid for a second room for his concubine, and he couldn't really afford it anyway. Ichigo honestly wasn't expecting anything to happen though.
But when they were alone, something odd happened. Grimmjow paused as he was changing, and scowled at the door. Ichigo just ignored him, stripping off his shirt and starting on his pants. Then he blinked as warm arms enfolded him from behind.
"Ichigo." He shivered at the tone of Grimmjow's voice. He'd dreamed of hearing the elven lord say his name that way. Warm lips caressed his throat and Ichigo tilted his head, letting out a breathy moan as he savored the feeling. "I love you, y'know." Grimmjow whispered in his ear and Ichigo smiled in pure pleasure, turning around so he could look into those beautiful blue eyes.
"I love you too Grimmjow." It felt so good to finally voice his feelings. He didn't know why they'd picked here and now, but it was only a few weeks until his birthday. Surely even Isshin couldn't disapprove too much. Grimmjow smiled, sliding a hand behind his head and pulling him in for a deep, intimate kiss. It was also his first kiss and Ichigo savored it, feeling like his whole body was catching fire. He'd been waiting for this for so long.
Grimmjow's hands gripped the top of his pants and Ichigo's breath caught in his throat as the elf slid down the fabric. He pressed himself against the elven lord, feeling every inch of his body as Grimmjow massaged his rump, gently squeezing the firm flesh. He felt light headed as the blue haired man gently tugged him towards the bed.
"So nice." Grimmjow murmured in his ear as they both lay on the covers. The words were followed by another kiss, as intense and full of desire as the first. Ichigo already felt like he was losing his mind, just from those touches. Grimmjow slowly rubbed his body against him, a long, luxurious motion that pulled a soft groan from his lips. "Damn." Grimmjow's voice was heavy with desire and Ichigo met his eyes for a moment, shivering at the look in those blue orbs. Then Grimmjow lowered his head and Ichigo gasped as a warm, agile tongue found one of his nipples, gently teasing the nub of flesh.
"Grimmjow." Ichigo's fingers tangled in blue hair as the elf switched his attention to the other side, gently biting then soothing the heated skin with his tongue. "Grimmjow!" The heat between them was almost unbearable, and he wanted more. So much more, but Grimmjow was taking his time, exploring every inch of his skin with gentle nips and licks.
"Calm down, Ichi. Don't want this t'end too soon." He whispered and Ichigo couldn't help but whine, bucking up against the warm body over him. "Damn kid." But the tone was affectionate and Ichigo slapped the elven lord on the shoulder. "Hey!"
"Stop teasing me. You're just being a bastard." He whispered back and was satisfied to see Grimmjow grin.
"Y'think that's teasin', you ain't seen nothin' yet." Grimmjow replied and Ichigo blinked as he slid down, then gasped as the elven lord explored his navel, lapping at the soft skin and savoring the hard muscles beneath. Desire was pooling in his loins and Ichigo wondered if Grimmjow was trying to make him come without even touching him. He really might, if he kept doing things like that. Ichigo had no illusions about his control.
Then a warm, callused hand slid around his base, holding him tightly as hot heat enveloped him. A cry was torn from his throat as Grimmjow lashed him with his tongue, sucking on him hungrily. He'd never imagined anything like it, and Ichigo closed his eyes as the sensations became almost overwhelming.
"Nnn, Grimmjow! Ah!" He arched up, the need to come almost overwhelming, but Grimmjow's hand was holding back his release. "Ngh! P-Please!" He didn't know what he was begging the elf for, not really. Did he want Grimmjow to let him release? But then it would be over, and he didn't want that. This was too good to have it end so quickly. Grimmjow pulled back, breathing heavily, his hand still on the base of Ichigo's erection.
"I told ya, calm down Ichigo. We have a lot of ground to cover." He said with a grin as Ichigo's breathing evened out. "That's better." Then he dove back in, but this time Grimmjow devoted his attention to the teen's sac. Long, firm strokes of his tongue on that tender flesh soon had Ichigo keening in pleasure and thrusting up eagerly into the elf's hands.
"You're… a fucking… sadist…" Ichigo gasped out as Grimmjow continued in his blissful torment. "Bastard!" He groaned as Grimmjow bit the inside of his thigh, just enough to stimulate but not hurt. "Oh stars… Grimmjow…" Ichigo took a deep breath, struggling to stay sane as the elven lord began to gently probe his entrance. That felt strange, but… not really too strange. Ichigo had experimented on his own, imagining this day.
"Need some stuff. Hang on a sec." Grimmjow muttered and Ichigo groaned in disappointment as the elf slid off the bed. "Knew I had it. You're gonna like this." Ichigo blinked as Grimmjow slathered a strange cream onto his hands, then gently touched him again. This time there was a warm tingle that became more pronounced as the elf inserted a finger, exploring him from the inside out.
"Nnn… what is that?" He gasped, feeling the tingling intensify. It was making his loins tighten and his mind go blank. He'd never imagined that anything could feel this good. Then Grimmjow added a second finger. "Ah!" He jerked as the elf found his prostate, gently massaging him from within. "G-Grimmjow, stop, I really might… ah…!" He struggled not to come right then, whimpering as tiny pearls formed at the end of his straining member. Grimmjow laughed softly, but desisted in teasing that spot, just using his fingers to gently stretch him.
"Let me know if this hurts." Grimmjow said as he spread more of that cream on his own cock, before lining himself up with Ichigo's entrance. The teen nodded, then gasped as the elf began to ease himself inside. It did hurt, a little, but he'd been expecting it. Grimmjow waited until Ichigo met his eyes, then began to slowly take him, letting him adjust to every thrust. Soon, though, the slow pace became maddening. Ichigo whimpered as Grimmjow brushed his prostate, finger's digging into the elf's shoulders as he kept to that slow, torturous pace. The friction on his cock, rubbing against his belly, was wonderful but not enough.
"Grimmjow, please! F-Faster!" Ichigo's begged shamelessly and felt Grimmjow pause for a moment before speeding up. He gasped as the elf hit his prostate dead on, a bit of pre-cum splattering on his belly.
"Stars, Ichigo, you're so fucking beautiful." Grimmjow said warmly, blue eyes full of fire. Ichigo could tell the elf lord was losing control, pounding into him harder and harder. Then Grimmjow's hand was on his cock, stroking him with more of that wonderful cream and Ichigo keened out his pleasure, struggling not to scream at the wonderful combination of sensations. Nothing in the world could feel better than this. Nothing.
There was a heavenly moment where everything came together, when musk and pleasure and blue eyes tipped over into something that went beyond pleasure. Ichigo could hear Grimmjow's curse and a sudden dampening field snapping into place around him, as well as the flare of his own spiritual talent, but he didn't care. He was beyond caring about anything except the wonderful man he loved, and the amazing things they were doing together. He arched as his body climaxed, and his heart went with it, his power flowing into Grimmjow in a rush of golden fire. The elf cried out, his body reaching completion as a splash of blue fire flowed back, filling Ichigo with coolness, the musky smell of big cat and the taste of mint. Ichigo took in the power without thought, savoring the feel of it. To his dazzled mind, it was the very essence of Grimmjow.
They lay together, breathless and stunned, for a long moment. Then Grimmjow collapsed against him, his head buried against Ichigo's neck. Ichigo sighed in pleasure as the elf kissed his throat slowly, lingering on the edge of the retaining collar.
"You're fucking amazing, Ichigo. But I'll need t' put up a field when we get t' the palace. Y'nearly shorted out yer collar." He said and Ichigo blinked as he realized his collar was uncomfortably warm. "But a lotta people do that for privacy, so shouldn't be a problem. Damn. I haven't had sex that good in a thousand years."
"Mmm." Ichigo nuzzled Grimmjow's cheek, feeling very flattered and also very tired. "I don't have anything to compare it to, but it was amazing. So amazing." He couldn't imagine that it could get any better than that. Then he moaned softly as Grimmjow slid out of him, leaving him feeling oddly empty and bereft. But the elf lay down beside him, and Ichigo nestled into his arms, warm and protected.
"Sure was." Grimmjow whispered, nuzzling his cheek. "Go t' sleep, Ichi. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day." Ichigo nodded and closed his eyes, letting his weariness overtake him. But just before sleep claimed him, he heard a whisper. "I love you, you crazy kid."
That warmed him down to his toes, and Ichigo fell to sleep with a smile.
Grimmjow woke the next morning feeling warm and pleasantly sated. He pushed himself up on one elbow, looking down at the sleeping face of his new lover.
He hadn't mentioned it to Ichigo, since it would have spoiled the mood, but someone had been listening at the door. Elves in general had good hearing and he and Feralina had better than most elves could claim. So he'd easily sensed the clumsy human trying to spy on them. If it had just been some lout, he'd have opened the door and told them off, but he was sure it was one of Szayel's servants, spying on his orders.
So the only thing to do had been to take Ichigo sexually. Not that he minded. Now that it was done, he was almost grateful to Szayel for being a perverted busybody. Waiting had already been torture, and the sex had been absolutely mind blowing. And what had happened at the end, well, that had been beyond almost anything he'd felt in his life.
Almost anything. Grimmjow shivered as he remembered one particular past lover. Over a thousand years ago, he'd been travelling the world and selling his sword on random adventures. He'd met a girl, stiff with talent like Ichigo and half-crazed with uncontrolled power. He'd taken her in and trained her, and in return she'd given him some of the best sex in his life. Her power had always spilled into his at the end of lovemaking, and his into her. It was a sign of a deep, emotional connection and incredible trust. She'd died too young, and he'd always mourned her. He'd never thought he would encounter such a thing again.
But now he had. Ichigo was very different in personality, and Grimmjow loved him even more than he had that wildcat girl. So maybe it was no surprise they were bonding the same way, their powers merging. Grimmjow knew where that could eventually lead but didn't care. He'd burn that bridge when he came to it, if they both lived that long. He knew better than to assume he would outlive Ichigo. That might not be true at all, not now.
"Mmm, Grimmjow?" Ichigo blinked sleepily, smiling up at him. Grimmjow grinned and gave the teen a thorough kiss. Strong arms slipped around him and he really wanted nothing more than another round of sex. But a wary alertness told him that wasn't a good idea. Szayel was an early riser, and Grimmjow really could not afford to piss off one of the Dark King's pets.
"Damn, Ichigo. I want to take you right now, or let you take me." That thought had a huge appeal, and he smiled as he saw Ichigo's breath catch at the thought. "But that damned pink bastard is probably waiting for us downstairs right now, and we can't keep him waiting." He couldn't keep the grimness out of his tone and Ichigo frowned as he pulled away, sitting up and sweeping the blankets aside.
"Grimmjow? He doesn't feel more powerful than you. In fact, he feels a lot less." Ichigo said very quietly as they both began to dress. Grimmjow nodded, unsurprised that Ichigo could tell that. Szayel was barely a thousand years old, very much his junior. And while age was not the only thing that made an elf strong, it was a good indicator. "Does he outrank you?"
"Yeah. He's a baron, I'm just a lordling." He said shortly. That was the best way to explain it to Ichigo, although the Dark King's favor also had a huge weight. Ichigo winced and nodded, pulling on his shirt. It was old and heavily darned and Grimmjow hesitated a moment before making a decision. "Here, wear one of my shirts." He pulled out one of his oldest shirts, fine black elven silk. It had belonged to his father and was one of the few to survive everything. "We need to keep up appearances in front of that bastard." He added, regretting that he hadn't gotten Ichigo more new clothing. But money was always tight, and the things the teen had were perfectly fine… at home. He would have to buy some new things once they reached the palace. Ichigo blinked at the fine fabric, then nodded.
"If you're sure I should." He didn't sound too enthusiastic and Grimmjow gave him a questioning look. "Just afraid I'll spill something on it. It's beautiful, Grimmjow. Are those crystals?" Grimmjow looked at the shirt, really seeing it for the first time in years. There were tiny crystals embroidered on the pockets.
"Yeah. Don't worry about it, Ichigo, it's protected with magic. My pappy owned it, before I was even born." He reassured the boy, who looked relieved and stripped away his shirt, putting on the black one. It was a touch too big, but still looked better. Grimmjow glanced at himself in the mirror, sizing up his own clothing. It wasn't elven silk, but it was fairly new and bright blue. Deciding it would do, he led them both down to breakfast.
As it turned out, he was dead right about Szayel. The pink elf was already there, sipping on wine and trying to charm a downright sullen Feralina. Grimmjow vaguely wondered if Szayel was really attracted to his sister. It was a stomach churning thought, not because he thought the pink haired elf would abuse her, but because he couldn't imagine having him as a brother in law. And what in hell would the children be like? That thought was actually rather entertaining, and Grimmjow smiled as he took a seat at the table.
"Grimmjow! I'm told you had a wonderful night. Such a wonderful display of power!" Szayel bubbled and Grimmjow maintained his smile with an effort. Fortunately, Ichigo's collar and the shield he'd put up had adequately masked the teen's power. His own, though, had probably shone like a star to Szayel's senses.
"Sorry 'bout that. I'll be more careful in the future." He said easily, checking his food for poisons and potions before biting into the eggs. He noticed Feralina had already cleaned her plate and wondered how long the two of them had been down. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting."
"Oh no, it's quite alright! My men are still eating, or I would have woken you." Szayel said, brushing away the concern. "But do hurry, we don't want to keep the King waiting." Grimmjow grimaced at the honest concern and almost fear in the other elf's eyes. As little as he liked the pink haired bastard, and despite the rot he could sense in his aura, he knew Szayel's concern was genuine.
He hurried through breakfast, but made sure the cooks packed up some extra buns and a bit of leftover beef for Ichigo. The teen still had quite an appetite, although it was beginning to tail off his he reached his full growth. Feralina abandoned them as soon as they got outside, going to her horse, and Grimmjow found himself trapped with Szayel in the carriage.
The only good thing about it was that Ichigo was there. But Grimmjow began to feel a strange uneasiness as Szayel glanced at the redhead and smirked. That uneasiness turned into worry as Ichigo leaned against him, resting his cheek on his shoulder.
"Ichigo?" He said softly, looking down at the teen. His face was completely relaxed and sleepy. Fear made his skin prickle as he looked into his lover's face. This wasn't right. "Ichi?" The teen nuzzled him, flickers of desire passing over his face. "Shit." He breathed, realizing that while he'd tested his own food for potions, he hadn't tested Ichigo's. He turned his head to glare at Szayel. "What the fuck have you done to him?" He twitched as Ichigo rested a hand on his thigh, tracing circles on his skin through the fabric of his pants. Szayel just smirked wider.
"Oh, nothing much! Just a harmless little concoction." He tittered a laugh and not for the first time, Grimmjow longed to kill him. He could hear the growl from his spirit sword that indicated Pantera would enjoy feasting on his blood. "I thought a bit of a show would be nice for the road, and your poor concubine will need release now. You wouldn't deny him, would you Grimmjow?" Szayel examined his nails for a moment before looking up, golden eyes full of mischief and malice. "Although I could do it for you." That made him want to spit in Szayel's face, and Pantera's growl turned into a yowl of fury. Grimmjow rested a hand on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles going white before he released it. He couldn't do what he wanted and keep his own head, but it was so damned tempting.
"Tell me what this potion does." He said hoarsely as Ichigo made a strange whining sound. It wasn't just passion and desire, there was pain in it. The redhead was rubbing against him now and Grimmjow could feel his arousal against his side.
"Well, he's aroused, as you can see. He needs release or the arousal will turn into pain, gradually increasing to agony." Szayel grinned, highly amused by the situation he'd put the two of them in. "He can't just masturbate, either! It has to be someone else. So will you help him, or will I?" Grimmjow's skin crawled at the look Szayel gave Ichigo. Growling, he knelt down on the floor of the carriage and pulled down Ichigo's pants, doing his best to block Szayel's view with his body.
It was beyond humiliating to blow Ichigo off with Szayel watching, but every other option was worse. He would not going to penetrate Ichigo with that asshole watching, not a fucking chance. And he couldn't leave Ichigo to suffer. Grimmjow was grimly certain that Szayel was telling the truth about the potion. It was exactly the sort of thing the pink haired bastard would come up with. So he devoted himself to trying to make Ichigo come as quickly as possible.
It took a while, but as it went on and on, he realized there was something else wrong. Ichigo was gasping and gripping his hair, urging him on, but the teen just couldn't seem to release. Grimmjow could hear Szayel tittering behind him and he lifted his head for a moment, making Ichigo whimper at the loss of his mouth.
"What the fuck is this?" He demanded and Szayel giggled again.
"Oh, didn't I mention that the potion makes it very difficult for him to get off? You'd have better luck if you really fucked him, Grimmjow darling. And it would be a better show for me!" Grimmjow took a deep breath, fury and humiliation burning in his soul. Ichigo was gripping his shoulders now and the sounds he was making were pained and desperate. Turning back, Grimmjow went down on the teen again. Reaching behind him, he slid a single finger inside him and tried to add that stimulation to what he was doing.
Even that only helped a bit. His jaw was feeling sore and his knees were screaming at him for relief when the teen finally came with a moan. Grimmjow swallowed his seed, not pulling away until Ichigo was done, and then pulled up his pants to keep Szayel from getting more than a glimpse of his naked lover. To his relief, Ichigo's spirit power hadn't flared at all with his climax. In fact, it felt almost dead right now, probably a side effect of the potion. Pushing himself to his feet, he gave Szayel a hard stare before taking a seat beside Ichigo. The teen burrowed into his side and Grimmjow put an arm around him, holding Szayel's amused and slightly aroused gaze.
"You know, I thought I would get a better show than that. But I must say, seeing you humble yourself was actually rather beautiful. I would love to see you kneeling in front of me someday." Grimmjow did his best not to react to that thought. It was utterly nauseating and an offense to his pride. "I can't wait to see what the King says when I tell him all about it!" Grimmjow swallowed his sickness at the thought and just tried to concentrate on taking care of Ichigo.
This was going to be a very long trip.