Grimmjow found the spot he'd been looking for and landed, the descent a little harder than he was used to due to the pods on the sides of his hover-bike. The first thing he did when he climbed off was stretch every muscle he had, groaning at the delightful stretching of muscles and popping of joints; 12-14 hours of sitting stiffened a guy. When he was done he studied his surroundings a little more, taking in the wildness a spotting a human civilization here and there from his hiding spot in the trees and underbrush. With a grunt, he reached over and engaged the animal repellent -a system the bike had that sent out pulses into the ground and high frequency noises- to deter most animals from wandering too close.
From a compartment, he pulled out a belt with many pouches attached to it and proceeded to fill them with necessities like rations, a bag of water purification pellets, Sani-Seal disks as well as the detachable filter masks, two canisters of anti-viral spray, a med-kit and portable bedding pod. With a sigh, he strapped the belt on and tapped a button on his arm brace. It pulled up a little radar display, and he began following the blip towards his destination.
b~~~d
Ichigo woke the next day early enough for Byakuya to still be very much asleep. The Prince's breaths puffed against the back of his neck making his smile at the closeness and want to stay, but knowing that his brother was probably still recovering despite his lucidity the other day, and wouldn't be able to help him made the oranget get up; he had a long day ahead of him.
He rose from the bed and stretched before lazily turning the disk on his belly to get the configuration he wanted, the full wet suit-shaped one, before wandering over to the shelf that held his jeans and T-shirts. Once dressed, he slipped his Mp3 into his pocket and left the room.
As he traversed down the hall, he heard the door open again and the furry form of Koma brushed his leg as he reached the bathroom. The light remained off and the door open as he relieved himself and washed his hands before continuing towards the from.
The air outside was cool and mostly still, so he was glad that the gel-cloth retained heat very well. In the dim light of the morning and with only the company of his music -Koma had run off to Gods knew where- he began to work.
He finished the same as he'd started, alone, much later in the day, though he couldn't shake the inkling that he'd finished faster than usual. It was well past noon and well past breakfast time much to the dismay of his grumbling, empty stomach. Grunting as he straightened from the crouch he'd been working in for hours, he stretched out his legs and swayed a bit from dizziness; he'd been working on autopilot and had forgotten to drink something, anything, over the last few hours. He groaned and headed for the house.
A large glass of water and a cooling breakfast was waiting for him when he reached the bedroom. Ichigo smiled quietly at the Prince who was up and in the middle of another conference, though this time with his father as well as another alien Ichigo had never seen before. Not wanting to interrupt anymore than his initial arrival had already done, he quietly removed his jeans and T-shirt and configured his suit into the usual boxer brief style he'd come to like.
It wasn't at all because Byakuya liked the style on him, or how he'd sometimes sense the Cerebro looking him over during his momentary lulls in working...
A yawn left him as he sat on the floor and tucked into his late breakfast of crispy toast, eggs, slightly under-cooked sausage, and slices of browning apples. He looked over at the conference every so often, though he knew not what they were saying.
The new alien, he noticed, wasn't a Cerebro so he surmised that he was probably Queso de Cerdonian, or maybe something else entirely. He figured he was Queso, though, because of the sharp teeth in his maw, and he also had slicked back brown tresses and brown eyes along with that. There seemed to be a perpetually cocky yet calculating smirk glued on his face. The hologram only went from the neck up, so Ichigo couldn't confirm whether or not he had four arms and a tail, but nonetheless he figure the male was a Queso.
The three aliens spoke in calm voices with the occasional lilt as questions were asked. He could only guess that they were discussing the fate of his planet or how they would conquer it.
He was finishing up his toast when Byakuya quietly called him over, and he wiped his hands off before going to sit at his master's feet. The holograms had been extended so that the rest of the alien could be seen. The new one was indeed, as he'd thought, a Queso de Cerdo with his four arms, muscular yet lean build, and curling arrow-tipped tail. He was dressed as one would expect: a white gel-cloth suit with black add-ons like the crotch guard, decorated, metal pauldrons adorning his shoulders, knee-high armored boots and vambraces on his forearms which had screens with touchscreen buttons on them. At his feet, a young female sat slumbering against his leg.
Ichi almost jumped at the sight of her. She was human and probably no older than his sisters. He pale, thin body was clad only in what was a halter style outfit with the bottom configured into very short, shorts and thin shoes that were probably meant more to keep her feet warm rather than protected as her pale skin tone said that she rarely, if ever, went outdoors. Black hair spilled to her hips and slightly obscured her adorable heart-shaped face. She hummed happily as her master reached down to gently stroke her head.
Byakuya called Ichi's attention back to him and introduced the Queso. He was Sosuke Aizen, Ruler and Dictator of Hueco Mundo, the second habitable moon that orbited Alma. The oranget bobbed his head thinking to show respect, and the Ruler gave him a curt nod back. Byakuya next introduced the girl who was being gently roused by her master so that she could meet and pay respects to Byakuya and his father as well as to meet Ichigo. Her name was Momo.
She moaned grumpily and fought off wakefulness, only finally waking with a startled squeak and jump when Aizen called to her harshly. She looked first to her Master apologetically and then towards them after he waved off the disobedience. He introduced the royal aliens, but instead of bobbing her head as Ichi had done, she shrank back with fearful, wide blue eyes. Aizen shook his head with disappointment at her actions, and murmured something to Byakuya that made her whimper and rub her cheek on his leg, begging forgiveness.
Byakuya stroked the hair of the oranget at his feet and told him that the dictator had been impressed with his respectful manners. Ichi merely told them that it as just how he had been raised.
The conversation continued on with the word Vipradusta popping up here and there so the human knew that they were no doubt talking about the Ebola virus and probably Grimm's trip to get a few samples as well.
He looked up when he heard scratching at the door and went over to let the huge dog inside as the sensors on the outside of the door weren't sensitive enough to pick up beings so close to the ground. Koma barked happily and jumped around Ichi, making him laugh and shush him until he settled down, though his tail still wagged at a mile a minute. Ichigo looked to Byakuya and excused himself before taking Koma out to play.
b~~~d
After a day's trek to the heart of the Ebola outbreak, he slapped on a Sani-Seal disk and filter when he was only a few miles from where the victims were being held. The Sani-Seal was much like the regular gel-cloth clothing disk he wore, however it formed a transparent seal over the entirety of his body with the exception of his nose and mouth which was where he attached the filter mask as it was impossible to breath through the Sani-Seal.
Under the cover of darkness, and using his cloaking brace, it was easy to slip past the meager security -armed guards and hazmat clad scientists and doctors- to reach the holding area. He waited a moment to make sure the coast was clear and slipped inside. After dropping his cloak, the inhabitants who'd been awake gasped and stared at him with wide eyes, but miraculously did not scream. He brought just one finger to where his lips hid behind the filter mask and bade them to lay back down with quiet gestures. Their eyes still followed him around as he got out a scanner and started looking around.
The scanner was for finding out the quick statuses of the dark-skinned people around him, namely their approximate size, and whether or not they were stable enough for the long ride home. The latter was self-explanatory, and the former was looked at the pods he'd brought could only fit those under 5' 6" in height and their joint weight could be no more than 250 pounds lest the hover-bike's speed and power efficiency be impeded by the extra weight.
He found such standards in what looked like a mother and her teenage son. The woman was fast asleep, her arms wrapped securely around the same-sized boy, while he was awake and glancing warily up at Grimmjow.
The anti-viral spray was slipped from the pouch and Grimm sprayed his hands before reaching out and grabbing the woman's arm. She was limp and inert, probably by way of a drug, as he shook the aerosol can again and sprayed her down with the contents. Her son merely watched, only becoming defensive of her when Grimm slapped a Sani-Seal disk on her breast. Grimmjow held the boy at bay easily while he slapped another one on her; this one created a cocoon-shape around her rather than allowing her limbs to have separate sections. He attached the filter before wrapping up the boy in the same manner.
The other inhabitants could only watch, too weak to intervene, while others were still asleep and oblivious to what was happening.
Grimmjow gathered up his captives in his lower arms before quietly sneaking out.
b~~~d
Ichigo played until it was dark, and returned to find that the conference was still going on, a few new aliens had joined, the images of their holographic bodies cut off from their hips down and speaking (two were having a rather heated debate with each other) and oddly enough Ichi's brother was passed out on the bed. Ichigo clambered onto the bed while Koma went over to the Prince, and nudged his knee for an ear scratch before flopping to the floor with a heavy sigh.
Shiro grunted in annoyance when Ichi bugged him and opened his eye to look at his worried brother. He grumpily explained that he'd accidentally broken the noise dampeners the other day and the sounds of construction were keeping him up so he was crashing there; the Prince didn't mind. Ichigo nodded and left him be.
The door opened, letting in Wonderweiss with their evening meals and Koma darted out of the room to locate his own meal in the kitchen. Shiro was only half-awake as he stuffed his face and Ichigo went to eat by Byakuya who had pushed his meal to the side. Ichigo glowered at him and asked when the last time he'd eaten had been as the oranget remembered that his breakfast had gone untouched when he'd gone out to play with Koma.
"Yesterday evening."
"Master, you need to eat."
Byakuya shook his head. "Once I've finished with the ambassadors."
"You've been talking to the all day, I'm sure you can take a break to eat. They could get food too and you can all continue eating over dinner. I bet his Highness needs to eat too."
Byakuya was about to say more -probably to shut down the notion- but Sojun's laugh stopped him. "Young Ichigo is right. I haven't seen you eat at all. Don't starve yourself on our account. Eat."
The Prince stared at his father for a moment before bowing his head slightly and pulling his food back to him. Ichigo smiled triumphantly and began eating as the ambassadors continued to talk and food was brought to them as well. As Ichigo watched them, the holograms rearranged themselves into a ring with Byakuya as a part of it, and expanded to show their entire bodies as well as what they were eating. It gave the illusion of all of them sitting together at a table.
Ichi took interest in what they were eating as well as the different types of table manners each species appeared to abide by. A vaguely female-seeming alien ate with her fingers, but had her elbows held delicately off the table while a male alien ate with utensils gripped in his soft-looking tendrils and would give his food a good lick before shoving it in his mouth and seeming to swallow it whole. It seemed that only the Cerebros, the Queso de Cerdos, and one other species ate in a way that Ichigo recognized as normal.
The tendril-limbed ambassador appeared to have two mouths as he spoke with one while shoving food in another, lower, one. "So that's the human you took as a pet. I've never seen one with that color of hair," he commented, his voice accented with burbles and chirps.
Byakuya speared his fingers through Ichigo's hair making the human look up at him and smile. "Yes, it's one of the factors that drew me to him."
The ambassador grinned and nodded in understanding. "I really do hope that we can establish the trading of humans for pets. I would love to have one to hold in my coils."
The Cerebro Prince nodded. 'I had planned to make it so that orphaned human could be taken as pets as well as any adults who wish to be pets."
There were murmurs of acknowledgement and nods from the ambassadors who liked that idea.
"Will you be leaving them their governments or turning them over to those you trust?" someone asked.
"Those with agreeable governments that do not fight too much will probably be left be, but there are some that will be fully taken over, mostly due to the state of the country rather than the government itself." Byakuya took a moment to take a bite of food before continuing. "This country that I am in now is one such place, for while prosperous, its populous is comprised of mostly the poor, the unhealthy, the homeless, and the uneducated with very few actually living easily and almost without care. I want to balance that out quite a bit."
"And how is your pet handling the eventual take over of his planet?" Aizen asked as he fed Momo food from his hand.
"He only wants what's best for his species so there are somethings he agrees with and others that he does not. He can get aggressively protective or defensive, but for the most part there hasn't been an outright protest from Ichigo, or his brother for that matter."
The oranget looked up at the utterance of his name and Byakuya stroked his hair again.
"Brother?"
"His twin, to be precise, though he is a touch more aggressive."
"What do you intend to do with violent humans for that matter?" the female who ate with her fingers asked. "Ones who humans deem criminals or unfit for normal society?"
It was Aizen who answered instead. "We agreed beforehand that criminal humans, those who are not too violent, will be shipped to Hueco Mundo and Alma to work in fields or doing other laborious tasks for the remainders of their sentences. The exceptionally violent or heinous ones, the murderers, the abusers, and whatnot, will be rejudged and given punishments worthy of their offenses. It's much better than merely locking them away and using up expenses."
Scratching at the door made Ichigo get up to let Koma in who sniffed Ichigo and huffed happily before padding over to the holograms. He went over to sniff Sojun, startling the Cerebro King.
"Oh! Hello, there," he smiled down at the dog and received a confused whine in response.
"What is that?" someone asked.
"A dog. Humans keep them as pets," Sojun explained as Ichigo called Koma over and began scratching his ears and rubbing him over. "They're rather smart and affectionate creatures. Loyal too."
"Hm," the female murmured. "I almost what to say that I'd like a dog too. That one is quite cute."
"That could be arranged," Byakuya murmured.
b~~~d
It was hours later when the woman woke and started wriggling and screaming in terror. They were well out of earshot by then, but she was screaming in his rather sensitive ear, so he reached over with a free hand and initiated the noise-dampener on the filter, and silence was with them once more. The boy said nothing, only giving Grimmjow a look before glancing over at his mother. Upon seeing him, she stopped wriggling.
The sun was beginning to rise by the time they made it to the small hidden camp Grimm had made on the trip there. The pod he'd brought was another gel-tech type of equipment. One need only to press a button and put it in the desired place -in Grimm's case, he'd thrown it up into the canopy- and gel would explode from it, creating a gushy bed and a roof if needed. Since it was up in the trees, gel tendrils reached out to grasp branches, though those looking at it from the bottom wouldn't know due to the cloaking technology built into it. Grimm took a moment to change his grip on the humans before climbing up and dumping them on the soft surface and settling next to them.
The capsule the gel had been contained in was embedded into the side and he ran a finger over it so that tendrils sprouted to hold his captives down. They squirmed in shock, but their noise-dampeners worked to keep them quiet. He passed something for them to eat through the top layer of Sani-Seal before letting his eyes drift closed.
x~x
"Unf!" he grunted when he finally reached his bike and stowed the humans into the pods. He heard the pods hiss as the lids closed and knew that they were taking care of the Sani-Seal disks for him.
Same as before, the hover bike started with a whoosh! sending dirt, dust, and small stones everywhere as it began to rise. It lifted to the sky and soared off.
A few hours later, somewhere over the ocean, Grimmjow saw it; a large, gray sea ship. It was probably 360 yards (~330 meters) long with its top being a large landing strip that had aircraft parked on the edges with one taxiing on its way to launch. The Queso watched as humans worked on it, some directing the aircraft, and some doing maintenance on the ship and the many aircraft.
Must be military, he thought and began taking pictures of it. Eventually, he wandered closer to get pictures of the humans themselves, but for the most part, he just watched. He quirked a brow when he noticed women among the workers. It shocked him to see such a thing, and he pondered whether the entire planet did that, o just a few countries. For a few more minutes he watched before continuing his trip home.
x~x
The familiar landscape of the area where the farm was located appeared around him, telling him that he was getting close to the little farm he was calling home. Very soon, he could see the farmhouse and barn and slowed down so that he could make a call to warn the others of his arrival. Contact was quickly made, telling him that they were ready for him and his packages so he continued on. A sanitary field had been erected in the driveway, and he slowly lowered himself into it. He turned off his bike and was immediately ambushed by Sani-Seal clad scientists wielding canisters of anti-viral spray and one with a syringe to take a blood sample. When they were finished, they wrapped him in another Sani-Seal package to be quarantined until he was deemed completely safe.
While all of that was going on, the pods were detached, his bike sprayed down and wrapped as well, and then they all exited the sanitary field with the scientists removing their Sani-Seal disks and tossed them back in to land near the bio hazard box which also had been removed from the bike. A button was pushed and there was a brief flash from within the field. They opened their eyes to find that everything within the field had been disintegrated and the field itself was gone.
"Grimmjow!"
He looked over in time to catch a white blur before it could potentially mow him down. He crushed his pet in a tight embrace and growled when the mask stopped him from nuzzling and kissing the soft locks of white hair only centimeters from his face. Blue eyes narrowed and a more forceful growl left him when he spotted the bruise on Shiro"s head. He pushed him away so that he could look the albino in the eyes. "What happened? Who hit you?"
"What? Oh, no one hit me, not really. It was all a big mess, but I'm fine now."
The bluenet's growl did not waver. "You're not fine, Shiro, you have a bruise taking up a quarter of your face."
"Nah, you're exaggerating. It's more like a sixth."
A hand shot out to grab Shiro about his neck. "I'm being dead serious right now, Shi, this isn't the time for your jokes."
Shiro frowned as he gripped the larger male's meaty fingers. He sighed when his prying gave him no wiggle room under Grimm's grip. "Fine... I was tackled the day yah left, because I was running from the weird bodyguard you supposedly entrusted my care unto."
"Tackled?!" Grimm asked in disbelief. "And you were running away from DiRoy? Why?"
"I didn't know who the Hell that guy was!" Shiro retorted angrily in response to the loud and accusatory tone the Queso de Cerdo had taken. "Yah can't just dump me on a stranger and expect me to just trust 'em. Especially when I was unconscious the whole time! What made you think that I needed some bodyguard in the first place? I can take care of my own damned self!"
Grimmjow bared his shark-like teeth in warning. "You had better watch how you speak to me, pet. Don't blow up on me because I followed protocol, and didn't have the time to get you acclimated to the situation. Just accept whatever happens to you."
Shiro gaped at the alien in shock, but it morphed into his usual scowl after a bare moment. Grimm held fast to him when he tied to push away. "Let go of me."
"You don't tell me what to do, and I'm not letting you walk away."
Shiro struggled to free himself. "I said, let go!"
"What the Hell. I leave for a few days and you're back to acting like you did before I tamed you."
"Tamed me?" Now Shiro was struggling and wriggling with renewed vigor. "You haven't tamed me! You'll never tame me! Argh! Let go. You're acting like fucking, Renji!"
That made Grimmjow take a pause. "What?"
"You heard me, I know you ain't deaf! You'rr acting like how Renji does to Ichigo; like he's less than him because you dumb aliens made him into a pet."
Blue eyes widened and he let go. "I don't think of you as less than us."
Rubbing the area that had been grasped, Shiro scoffed. "The collar and the way you treat me says differently. Hell, just callin' me 'pet' says that." He stopped rubbing and threw the hand absentmindedly. "I've been taking care of me and Ichi and the farm and our sisters for two years, Grimm. What makes yah think that I need a ... pet-sitter?"
Grimmjow shook his head. "I was just following protocol."
"Fuck protocol! I don't need someone takin' care of me!"
The thought of arguing that Shiro and Ichi were actually not legally adults -both by human and Alminian standards- crossed his mind, but he quickly and wisely squashed the notion. "I never thought of it like that." He went to touch Shiro's head but his human flinched away. "I'm sorry, Shi."
Shiro set his jaw and looked up at him. "Grimmjow, am I really just a pet to you?"
Grimm shook his head. "No. More than that."
"Then act like it."
"You don't understand. I may think of you as something else, but to my government you are always going to be my human pet."
"Then take off my collar so that I can be that something else!"
A sudden surge of possessiveness flared inside of the Queso making him bare his teeth. "No! Someone else could then claim you as their pet. I won't -I can't- allow that; you are mine."
Shiro huffed and looked away.
Tenderly, once more, Grimmjow reached to touch the little man, but stopped short. He'd get nowhere like this, Shiro was too angry and disappointed. He needed space more than affection right now. "Maybe... I should go away now. Nothing I'm saying right now will calm you; I'm just making you angrier."
"Yeah. Go take a nap or something. And a shower. You stink."
Smiling, Grimmjow nodded and quickly crushed Shiro into a tight hug before heading to the ship.
b~~~d
News of Grimmjow's successful return reached the prince quickly, as well as the added news and pictures of the human sea ship he'd found on his return trip. It was good that the Queso was back as Byakuya had a question for him. Much to his surprise, Shiro returned to his room rather than staying with his master, but no matter, his presence kept Ichigo occupied while he slipped out to find Grimmjow.
It'd been a while since he'd been in the ship and he was struck with an odd feeling as he traversed its familiar insides. Those left on the ship greeted him appropriately, though a bit more enthusiastically than those in the house and were quick to guide him to Grimmjow's quarters.
A gruff "Enter" was called when he dinged for permission to enter the room, and he found the Lieutenant resting in bed wearing the traditional garment of his people: a long skirt made up of just a long piece of cloth that was knotted either at the front or at one's hip; thankfully this one was of a thicker fabric rather than the semi-sheer type. Grimmjow went to stand, but Byakuya stopped him with a hand. "Do not stand on my account; I'm interrupting your rest after all," he murmured and Grimmjow resettled and carefully arranged the cloth about his legs so that the prince was spared the sight of his large organ. "I just had a question I had wanted to ask."
"Hm? You didn't have to come all this way here, I would've come to you had you called." He motioned at the chair near the door and the Prince sat in it gracefully.
"Grumbling the entire way there, I presume, but the fact still stands that this is your rest period. Besides that, what I wish to discuss with you is of a rather... sensitive subject that I wouldn't want someone to walk in on."
The bluenet nodded. "So what is it that you wanted to know?"
Byakuya closed his eyes and reopened them slowly as he thought of how to properly phrase his question. "How were you able to... seduce Shiro Kurosaki?"
Blue eyebrows lifted in interest. "I'm sorry?"
He let out an inaudible sigh. "How did you get him to allow you to touch him intimately?"
"Ah," he murmured and rested back against his headboard. "You want to know how I got him to let me fuck him."
Byakuya winced at the bluntness of his words, but honestly he shouldn't have been surprised. Sex was evident in every part of a QUeso's life. The spoke of it as plainly as one would the state of the sky, or a new invention. "In the crudest of terms, yes."
Grimmjow chuckled. "Well, he didn't trust me at the time, that's for sure. I touched him without express permission the first few times, but he enjoyed them and has forgiven me for them."
"You speak of rape," Byakuya murmured stiffly.
"Eh... dubious consent, and besides I only rubbed him off or used my mouth. Penetration didn't happen until recently, and consent was obvious throughout."
Byakuya managed to relax, but only just so. "And he lets you do all this to him?"
"Yeah, he enjoys it. What? Ichigo not putting out?"
"Yet again, in the crudest of terms, but yes. I wish to grant us both rapturous release, but he won't let me touch him intimately and grows frightened when I try."
"Have you tried showering with him?"
Byakuya shook his head.
"Try that. I took a shower with Shiro the first time I made him cum. Granted, I'd trapped him there, and he hadn't been too happy about the entire situation, but he was satiated. Heh. He didn't even put up much of a fight the second time. He just squirmed in my lap as I fingered him to completion."
Byakuya calmly diverted his eyes as the Queso's manhood moved in fond memory of it's owner's debauchery.
"Mm, sperm tastes a lot better fresh from the source," he continued wistfully. "And human males have this one special spot in their ass that makes them sing and squirm when you torture it a bit. I love what Shiro sounds like when I press his. Oh and how his eyes roll when he cums... ah sorry, I'm saying too much."
Oddly enough, the sudden deluge of information didn't make the prince feel uncomfortable in the least. In his mind, he could piece together why something was a way, how to replicate it, and could imagine how Ichigo may react. "What if he's resistant?"
"Oh, he will be, no doubt about it. It's up to you to figure out whether or not you want to go through with your plan when he does resist. Just know that if his dick's hard, then some part of him likes it. Just don't do anything drastic until he relaxes, you could hurt him."
Byakuya nodded. "Is there anything else?"
Scratching his chin, Grimm said, "Lube. Lots of it. And too much is better than not enough." He grew a cheeky grin on his maw. "Heh, and you should watch some human porn for ideas as to how you want to seduce Ichigo, or even what you want to do to him."
The Cerebro Prince stood. "I thank you, this has been very insightful."
"You're welcome. Oh, and you're going to tell him about the situation down there, right?" he asked, indicating Byakuya's intimate bits.
"Yes, I will make him aware of the differences in our anatomy well before I take him." He turned and opened the door with a light touch t the control panel next to it. "Enjoy your rest, Lieutenant Grimmjow."
b~~~d
Ichigo was happy to have Shiro to help him the next morning, though his paler half was troubled and didn't share in the excitement of working together that he usually displayed. They worked in a stifling silence for half of the time until Ichigo finally blew up and demanded to know what was wrong.
Shiro didn't spare him a glance at first, unaffected by the shouting, but with a sigh he yanked one more weed from the ground and looked up at him. "I don't want to be a pet..."
Ichigo snorted. "Who does?"
"I'm serious," he retorted.
The oranget sobered and squatted back down to his brother's level. "Alright, I'll bite. Why?"
"It... being a pet means that I can't get what I want from Grimmjow, and that just frustrates me."
"What do you want from him?"
Shiro was silent for a moment and stalled by weeding another plant. Ichigo just waited patiently. "I want Grimmjow to treat me like he's my lover. My... boyfriend." He huffed. "But-but there's all these stupid protocols that he has to follow and his government would never allow him to treat me as anything more than a smart pet and-and-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Ichigo placated with his hands up in a "calm down" gesture. "Slow down, Shiro. When did all of this become a problem?"
"It was always a problem! But I allowed it up until he had to leave and I had to stay with a- a fucking pet sitter. That's just degrading! I'm not some invalid or a mindless animal that can't look after itself! We don't even treat Koma like that. Or the demon cat!"
"Have you talked to him about that?"
"Yeah... but it didn't do anything good. He didn't seem to really understand, so he's not going to take off the collar or treat me any way that would go against what his government and protocols demand that he does." He violently yanked out a weed out of the dirt, root and all, and chucked it angrily. "How can you deal with it, Ichi? How can you just stand by and let the prince treat you like you're not sentient?"
Ichigo chewed his lip. "He doesn't. At least, I don't think he does. I mean, I pretend to be an obedient pet- to an extent- whenever he's in a conference, but other than that I act like I always did with a few extra rules that he gave me," he smirked bitterly, "like calling him 'Master'. I think the prince likes how unorthodox we are in comparison to the humans he was used to seeing."
"That's just unfair, why can't Grimmjow be like that with me?"
"Well, he's a soldier. Solders are trained to follow whatever rules they're given, the prince doesn't have that kind of training. He's trained to lead, to make rules that others follow."
Shiro paused. "So then... he could change the rules. Right?"
Ichigo made a face. "I don't think it's that simple."
"Of course it is. This is a whole new planet for them; new planet, new rules, Ichi."
"Shiro."
"C'mon, Ichi," Shiro implored. "Could you at least mention it to Princey? For me?"
Ichigo stared at his brother for a while before sighing in defeat. "Fine, I'll ask."
Shiro reached over and grasped the oranget's shoulder, his current position too awkward to try to hug from. "Thank you, bro."
b~~~d
Later that day, when Ichigo returned from his labors, as per usual, he went to take a shower after announcing to the prince that he was back. Byakuya took a moment as his chance to go after his pet. He followed his pet to the bathroom and saw Ichigo flinch when he opened the door.
His pet was frozen in place in the middle of undressing, his shirt pulled from over hus head and bunched around his arms, his jeans undone and drooping down his slim hips, and his disk was already gone, discarded onto the floor allowing the prince view of the lighter parts of his flesh that normally went untouched by sunlight when he was outside. "Ah! I-Is there something you wanted, Master?"
Byakuya unclasped his outer covering and let it slip from his shoulders. "I wanted to shower."
The oranget hurried to redress. "I'll get out of your way."
Bare of all but his gel-cloth suit, he reached out and grabbed Ichigo's shoulder. "Let me rephrase. I want to take a shower with you, my pet." While the human's mouth opened and closed in confused silence, Byakuya brushed past him as he pulled the disk from his chest and turned the shower on. He looked at Ichigo expectantly, and gestured for his to enter first. Byakuya wanted to smirk as the human looked him over, his face reddening in that cute human way as his gaze locked onto Byakuya's manhood; it was 6 inches flaccid, growing to 8 when aroused with a girth of 2 inches. He cleared his throat to draw Ichi's attention back to the present, and the human finished undressing and haltingly entered the shower.
The Cerebro Prince entered and closed the shower door right behind them, and sighed through his nose as steam rose around them. He enjoyed the sensation of thousand of soft pebbles pelting his flesh before wiping the water from his face and looking at his pet. The oranget's flushed back was to him and he stood stiffly a nice distance away, his head stooped as he stared at only his feet and the water swirling around them. Byakuya bade him to wash.
"I will," he murmured in a hushed tone that could barely be heard over the water, and made no move to grab the soap that was well within his reach.
Byakuya advanced on the human, but only so that he could reach over his pet's shoulder for the bottle of liquid soap. The barest brush of his chest against the other's back made Ichigo flinch but he didn't jump away. Byakuya's lip curled on one side and he leaned closer to press a kiss to the small patch of skin that peeked past the strands of carrot-colored hair draped over Ichigo's neck. "Majjumati..." he murmured.
"Wh-What?"
Saying nothing, the prince kissed the same spot one more time before moving away to bathe himself.
By the time he'd rinsed the soap from his body, Ichigo had yet to wash or even move from his spot in the shower, so Byakuya took upon himself to wash his nervous human. Ichigo yelped and resisted when Byakuya grabbed his shoulder and hauled him back. He demanded to know what his master was doing, to which Byakuya answered, "You haven't washed yet, so I'll wash you myself." before he began soaping up the smaller body in his grasp.
His hands moved purposefully, but with ulterior motive, his fingers lingering on and plucking at his nipples, his palms caressing hips and thighs, and his digits just barely brushing the human's flaccid length. Byakuya mapped his pet's body with his hands before letting the rushing water rinse the suds from his front and then turning them both so that Byakuya remained behind Ichigo and the oranget was braced against the back wall. The prince worked on Ichigo's back, squirting copious amounts of the sweet smelling soap on his even redder back and lathering it up. He let his hands trail down to cup firm cheeks and massaged them. He shushed the lovely human when he tried to find his voice to speak when the Prince breached his crease.
Moving a little closer, Byakuya could see Ichigo bite his lip with a groan and arch his back as he played with his hole. Nimble fingers prodded and teased before one slid in, its entrance eased by the soap and the consistent milkings keeping the cute pucker a little malleable. Soothingly shushing him again to ease the carrot top's nerves when he tensed up at the invasion, Ichigo eventually relaxed, and Byakuya slowly, gently, pumped his finger in and out of his hole.
"Don't stifle your moans," he murmured when he noticed the muffled sounds of pleasure over the water. His finger found the place Grimmjow had told him of and rubbed it making Ichi moan out loud and arch into the touch even as the prince slipped in a second digit and continued his ministrations until he could fit a third.
Ichigo was moaning and quivering under Byakuya's meticulous hands by then, his knees quaked barely able to hold him anymore, his head thrown back, his fingers digging into the wall. A smile came to the Cerebro's face as he sped his thrusts making his pet sing at a higher pitch. He knew that Ichigo was getting closer to completion.
Abruptly, he pulled his fingers free before Ichigo could climax and continued washing him as if nothing lewd had transpired between them.
"Wha-What?" Ichigo murmured with confusion and distress lacing his tone. He gasped when he was moved to stand under the spray so that the foamy suds could be rinsed from his back. The prince had the human facing him this time and held him at half-arm's length as he stared coolly into lust-blown chocolate eyes. The pitiful look was quite adorable on his pet.
The prince shut the water off and the automatic blowers took care of the most of the water clinging to their forms before his stepped out to find a towel. Ichigo stumbled out behind him, his movement impeded by the turgid erection he sported, and had to support himself on the glass door of the shower. His knees quivered from the denied release.
Byakuya looked over at his pet's rigid manhood which curled up towards his naval from a nest of orange curls. A pleased humph left the prince as he approached his pet.
Ichigo panted with unconcealed lust. "Why did you-?"
Byakuya caressed his cheek, and brushed the pad of his thumb over the human's soft lips to silence him. "Hush, you may not speak until I will it so." When he removed his finger, Ichigo looked as if he wanted to protest, but his frazzled mind kept his words from him until eventually he gave up with a frustrated huff. Byakuya kissed where his thumb had been, earning a moan, before wrapping a towel around his human's lower-half.
Ichigo hissed as the rough material made contact with his sensitized length.
With Ichigo's leg still quivering like they were, Byakuya had to guide Ichigo back to the bedroom with a supportive hand on the other's elbow. He maintained the facade of poised calm as he walked down the hall when in actuality he was filled to the brim with lustful thoughts. He gave a gentle shove to his pet's back when they entered the room and he locked the door behind them before going to take a seat on his sofa. He configured the gel-cloth suit he'd redoaned into simple pants and lounged back. "Toss that towel away and kneel in front of me."
Ichigo's lust-addled look earned a twinge of confusion before he conceded.
"Sit on your heels and grasp your elbows behind your back," was his next order. "Spread your knees." When all of the conditions had been met, he studied his pet again. He'd taken the lieutenant's advice and had looked up some pornography to which he found were various in their scope and creativity. He found that he rather liked the D/s, or Dominant and submissive, pornography that he found, and Ichigo very much looked like the submissives in some of the pictures though without the ropes which he didn't want to use anyway. The oranget's package dangled betwixt his thighs, begging to be touched, his nipples were still perked, and his brown eyes downcast as he gently panted. Actually, he didn't like his pet looking down, he wanted that brown gaze upon him. "Look at me."
A moment passed before he did so. The prince let his head cock to the side in amusement at the withering scowl on Ichigo's face. Having his pet look at him was much more preferable.
He reached out a foot to rub the top of it under his human's dangling scrotum. A shocked moan left the human and he squirmed; Byakuya told him to stay still while the ministrations continued.. Looking away for a moment,the prince reached over to retrieve the beads he'd removed from his hair prior to following Ichigo to the shower. Ceasing the teasing caress, he showed them to Ichi. "Come put these back in my hair."
A look that was a cross between shocked disbelief and irritation formed.
Byakuya rubbed the oranget's balls again earning another moan. "Come straddle my leg and adorn my hair like before," he urged.
Ichigo groaned before finally crawling over, his legs too weak to support him anymore than that. He climbed onto Byakuya's lap and the ravenette settled him on one of his thighs. Ichigo groaned at the pressure on his sensitive lower half before his fingers moved to braid his master's hair.
Byakuya's own deft digits moved to place the gentlest of touches unto his pet's shaft, eliciting a tortured moan from him as he gently traced the well defined anterior vein up and then back down. He repeated the motion over and over until the human's hands were shaking too hard for him to continue braiding and his body was stiffening before Byakuya relented. Gasping when the touch suddenly stopped, a sob slipped past Ichi's lips as his chest heaved with deep pants.
Once Ichigo calmed, Byakuya continued his stroking. "Continue."
A growl rumbled from the oranget on his lap. "I can't when you keep doing that! Why are you doing that?"
"Don't question me, continue with your task." He gave a swift swat to the other's rear. "And I never said you could speak."
"I'll keep putting the beads in your hair when you stop that!" he retorted, completely ignoring the order to be silent.
Byakuya's touch turned into a full on grasp. "You dare attempt to bargain with me?"
His pet arched in his grasp. "Ah! No! St-Stop!"
Byakuya gave him a few yanks. "Not until you've finished." The shaft in his hand twitched and he ceased yanking making Ichi scream with frustration again. "You have one braid left."
The glare sent his way was half-hearted at best. Ichigo pulled his lower lip into his mouth and finished his given job.
"Good boy," was what Byakuya murmured before he took hold of the young man's tortured manhood and jerked it furiously. Caught off-guard, Ichigo gripped the alien's shoulders and arched his back, moaning loudly and wildly.
His toes curled and his knuckles whitened from the harsh grip. "Ah! No! Ah! Ah! Totemo yoi! Totemo-yoi! Ah! Iku iku! Kainushi-sama! AHH!" If possible, his back arched more as his orgasm rocked through him. His cock lurched and he trembled with each spurt as cum hit his stomach and coated Byakuya's hand. His master held him tight as aftershocks made him jolt over and over again, nearly sending him out of the lap he was perched on. The prince pressed kisses to the oranget's neck until he came down from his high.
Byakuya brought up his hand and flicked his tongue over the white streaks coating his hand. Hm, it does taste better fresh from the source, he thought as brown eyes focused and gazed into his cool gray ones. Byakuya pressed one more kiss to the underside of Ichi's jaw. "Good boy, now back on the floor with you."
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Confusion plagued the young man carefully kneeled back on the floor, his cock still painfully hard. He wondered what exactly was happening and why so suddenly. Then again, maybe it wasn't so sudden. For the longest time Byakuya had been trying to get in his pants, but always stopped when Ichigo asked. Maybe the alien had just gotten tired of waiting.
"Come closer."
Swallowing thickly, he slowly crawled forward and when he was within reach, Byakuya grabbed his collar and pulled him even closer to let his head rest on his thigh. One hand kept hold of his collar while the other pulled his gel-disk away, giving Ichigo a faceful of alien cock. He flush a bright red and diverted his eyes.
"No. Look."
When his gaze fixed back on Byakuya's manhood, it stiffened becoming a full erection right before his eyes as if Byakuya willed it to grow. Eight or so inches of flesh stood ramrod stiff before him with black curls at its base. At first Ichigo thought he had no balls when in actuality they were embedded into his upper thighs. There were even small bulges on either side of the base of his shaft. Byakuya ran a finger over one.
"See these?" he murmured. "These are my bulbis glandis, or my knot in simpler terms; a detestable feature of a Cerebro male that we have not evolved out of us yet."
Ichigo was afraid to ask. "Why are you telling me this?"
Byakuya grinned, a genuine grin that warmed Ichi. "Well, I don't want it to be a surprise when it swells inside of you." He nodded his head in the direction of the bed. "Now go lie face-down on the bed."
Eyes wide, he failed to move from shock. "You can't," he whispered.
With a tug, Byakuya pulled Ichigo closer by his collar and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Yes, I can," he argued as his hand lowered to cup Ichigo's pert ass. "Now go on. Don't make me have to tell you again." Despite the curt command, his voice was soft, and he released the oranget.
Ichigo couldn't stop the nervous whimper from slipping past his lips as he gingerly moved to his hands and knees and crawled to the bed as instructed. He buried his heated face into the pillows once he made it. He trembled both with need and a little twinge of dread when the bed dipped, announcing the presence of his master. Large hands caressed his flanks before pulling his hips upwards to fit a pillow under them.
A deep sigh sounded, and Ichigo hesitantly looked over his shoulder to gaze up at Byakuya who gazed down at him. "You're trembling. Should I stop?" The prince reached to caress the oranget's cheek. "You know I'd never cause you harm, Ichigo."
"Yeah, but..." Ichigo trailed off, unsure of what to say. He was nervous, sure, but at the same time willing. It was just too new and different; he didn't know what to do. He swallowed and buried his face once more. "D-Don't stop..."
A kiss was pressed to his shoulder before slick covered fingers prodded at his hole.
Ichigo gasped.
"Ssh," Byakuya soothed. "Don't tense up."
Forcing himself to relax, he laid there quietly, sans the soft mewls that escaped him as he was prepped by those familiar, masterful digits, until his Master thought that he was ready for his cock. Ichi yelp as blunt teeth pressed at the same shoulder that was kissed softly just before and a cock head breached his entrance. Kisses peppered the back of his neck until Ichigo relaxed letting Byakuya push more into him. Byakuya eventually lifted off of his back and gripped his slim hips as he nudged Ichigo's legs open wider with his knees. After another moment passed, he began shallowly thrusting, pushing more and more into the human until he was forcing his entire length inside with each plunge. Pleasured groans from Byakuya were drowned out by Ichigo's louder moans.
"Ah! Kami!" Ichigo yelped as the pleasure button within him was brushed, filling his visions with stars and making his toes curl tighter. "Soko! Soko!"
Without a word, the prince angled his hips to brush the spot in every thrust, earning more wails and sobs from the human.
Ichi's legs quivered and his voice rose in pitch as he spasmed in Byakuya's grasp. "Huh! Ah! Iku ik-ngh, ah!"
Ichigo tightened as he came, squeezing around his master exquisitely as nothing shot from his cock. The Cerebro gasp and grunted one last time as he shoved into the oranget and his knot ballooned out to keep him locked inside. The shock from the pain stole the euphoria from Ichigo's orgasm away as the knot stretched him. He struggled to get away but it was a futile attempt as it continued to expand, and the struggles only served to hasten the ravenette's release. Th warmth that that filled his channel did little to soothe Ichi.
"Sore wa itai! Stop! No!"
Shushing him gently, Byakuya wrapped his arms around Ichi's waist and flopped them over onto their sides where he tenderly ground his hips into Ichi's ass while kissing and caressing the oranget through the pain and murmured sweet things into his ear. "Calm down, my pet. Just relax, it's okay. You're doing so well. You've pleased me greatly. Ssh, it's okay."
The struggling ceased but tears still fell and Ichi gripped the sheets as the expanding stopped giving the knot a girth of over double his normal size. The oranget felt as if he would rend in two at any moment from the painful stretch. "N-No. It hurts. It hurts so bad."
"Ssh. Relax. Ah, see? I'm shrinking now."
"Shrink faster," he groaned and wriggled in another attempt to get free.
Chuckling softly, the Cerebro draped a slim leg over Ichi's, holding the human still as his knot continued to deflate. His flaccid length soon slipped free and he rolled Ichigo over so that they could meet eyes.
Ichigo sheepishly swiped away the last of his tears and allowed the alien to cradle him. They enjoyed a long silence, just staring at each other thoughtfully, before Byakuya sighed and snuggled a little closer. "Was it enjoyable?" he wondered, idly running the pad of his thumb over Ichi's cheek.
Licking his lips, he whispered truthfully, "Yeah." His nose scrunched up after a second. "Up until your knot of course."
"Well, I did warn you."
"Yeah, but you didn't say how big it'd get!"
"In all honesty, I wasn't aware either."
Ichigo blinked. "Master, up until now... were you a virgin?"
"Yes."
But you were so skilled, and there were no awkward moments or anything!"
"Cerebros pride themselves on having knowledge, and control of all situations, inexperienced or not."
Ichigo smirked. "So you're just a race of control freaks, I guess?"
"I suppose that's accurate, yes." Byakuya craned his neck forward and pecked his pet's nose. "Though since coming here -since meeting you- I found those two things challenged at every turn. I find it exciting. Enriching, even."
His words made him think of the conversation he'd had with his brother. "Master... am I just a pet to you?"
Byakuya's second eyes, which had been opening and closing sleepily since they finished, opened completely. "I would think that we were more than that. Lovers, perhaps. Companions, definitely."
"But you still call me 'pet'."
"A habit borne from when I did just think of you as such, though now it's more of a... 'lover's nickname'?" he tried.
"A pet-name you mean? Like 'Honey' and stuff?"
"Ah, yes, that's it. And I rather like it when you call me 'Master'. Part of me thinks of it as your pet-name for me, though the other part simply likes it because it sounds like I am still in control of you. I hope that doesn't offend you."
Ichigo shook his head.
"Good. Now, what made you start this conversation?" he asked as his second eyes slid closed.
The oranget bit his lip. "It's Shiro. He's having a hard time."
"Is Grimmjow mistreating him?" he asked with genuine concern.
"No, no, no, it's not like that. It's... he doesn't want Grimmjow to treat him like a pet, and that whole thing with Di Roy was the last straw for him."
"Explain further."
"Uh... Grimmjow had Di Roy watch over Shiro while he was gone due to a protocol that Shiro found unnecessary and demeaning. When he told Grimmjow about it and how he didn't want to wear the collar... it didn't go well."
"Hm, is that why Shiro returned here instead of staying with his Master?"
Ichigo nodded.
"I see... hmm. An interesting problem, one I will have to ponder when my mind is not attempting to drag me to sleep."
A chuckle burst forth from the young man before a yawn came to smother it. "Yeah, you're right."
Byakuya pushed the soiled top blanket away and tugged the clean one over them. "We will speak more on this later. Pleasant dreams, pet."
"You too, Master."
Dictionary:
Iku iku: [Japanese] I'm coming
Kainushi-sama: [Japanese] Owner
Majjumati: [Sanskrit] Beautiful one
Soko: [Japanese] There
Sore wa itai: [Japanese] It hurts
Totemo yoi: [Japanese] So good
Vipakva: [Sanskrit] Well done