A/N: Oh my gosh, minna, I am SO SO SO sorry this took so long! TT_TT I was down with my surgery and complications and then bronchitis! x.x I am literally just now getting back on my feet. The good news is I've been writing while I was laid up, so I've got some really juicy stuff in the works. The bad news is I've had absolutely no energy for editing the entire time, so it'll be awhile before I can really start posting any of it. In the meantime though, here's this. Thank you all for not killing me after such a mean cliffhanger! Much love to everyone! Oh, and smut! I hope it makes up for the absence! Enjoy! Ja ne!
Both Horsemen shuddered and, as one, screamed as the Directive took hold and forcibly brought the King's Consort back to himself, Aizen being thrown from his mind and soul to fly out of the circle and across the room, wings bending out of shape and his glasses shattering after falling off his nose.
The large man swayed for a moment before collapsing, the magic-made circles all around him fading.
Shiro, panting heavily himself, just barely caught the book before it dropped onto the blunette's pretty spikey head, and stumbled back a half-step. His second Directive, and the only one he actively knew about. It took a bit out of him. As soon as it was safe for him to move again, he sank into the chair where Ichigo had been enjoying his tea, and the coffeepot tentatively brought the Mage a cup of the steaming caffeinated beverage along with a chocolate muffin for both protein and endorphins.
"Ya c'n come back in now, King."
The orangette hesitated, but complied, stopping just behind his twin, watching his lover.
Aizen slid to the floor with a groan, and that seemed to trigger Grimmjow, because he rose slowly to his feet, looking around in confusion until his eyes landed on his Ichi. He immediately went to him, grabbed him around the waist, and kissed him hard and fiercely. This, at least, he knew. This was familiar. This was his.
Ichigo squeaked, kissing back but pulling back almost at the same time. "Grimm?" He was almost afraid to ask.
He gave a little grin. "Yep. Sorry fer bein' a fuckin' idiot fer th' past couple days." He held his husband against his chest, nuzzling into his hair. "At least I never fergot th' most important part. Th' part where yer mine an' I'm yers."
Here came the part that really had the King's heart clenching, "A-and...do you...I mean...the...um..." His eyebrows drew together and he bit his lip, his hands together over his belly button. His voice was soft, almost pitiful, but he had to make sure that Grimmjow knew for a fact, "I didn't cheat on you."
"Okay," he said simply, hand coming down to rub his belly. "Then I guess it must'a been a magic thing," he added, nuzzling into his lover's hair again.
"I guess..." Ichigo tried to lean into that comfort, he really did, but the thing just kept circling in his thoughts. "I've held off saying this because I didn't want to know without you, but," He drew back again to look up into his lover's eyes. "I wish...I wish I knew how this happened."
Between them played the memory of Shiro's wish, his Directive, as he looked at Gin's new kits, then the image flashed over to Ichigo's stomach, where an embryo spontaneously formed and then divided into two because of the demand that the heir to the King's line be a twin.
"You!" Ichigo wasn't sure whether he wanted to glare or pounce his brother.
Shiro, who was nibbling on his muffin, looked up, wide-eyed, and mumbled around said muffin, "Me?"
"If I wasn't so happy about this I'd hurt you. Next time you decide to use the words 'I wish', dear brother, kindly talk to me about it first?!"
"Sure." The albino smirked.
The King's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Guess ya aren't th' only one Cosmos listens ta anymore." Shiro snickered, barely containing his amusement.
Grimmjow chuckled, kissing Ichigo to distract him and rubbing his stomach with both hands. "Well, 'e did only wish for your happiness," he purred, nuzzling into his mate's neck.
He did love him so dearly, had missed him horribly, and then he hadn't remembered who he was and had caused his mate distress. Though the fucking him stupid all night long, he liked that.
Ichigo huffed, but leaned back into the warmth, strength and comfort of his mate. All at one he looked up, "No more four month assignments. I'm grateful for your help with War but from now on...Grimmjow...I want you home with me every night. At least until the twins are born, deal?"
Shiro took another bite of his muffin, grabbed his coffee, and Aizen, and hauled them both out of the kitchen faster than anyone could blink, grateful to the First for saving his hide. The last thing he wanted to do, even when not on his brother's shit list, was intrude on his King reconnecting with his Consort, and the tone in Ichigo's voice...? Reconnecting was going to happen in more than one way if the albino read it correctly.
Grimmjow blinked at him and kissed him deeply. "Deal," he purred, hands coming up under the orangette's rear to hold him against his body, eyes closing. His. This was all his.
Ichigo dove into the kiss with a moan, grinding his hips against his lover's torso when he wrapped his legs around the blunette's waist. He leaned his forehead against Grimmjow's, "Wanna see a trick I learned?"
He practically giggled and without waiting for the other man's response, he Blinked them back into their bedroom with a small puff of sulfurous smoke, just like Shiro had done earlier. Then he was all over his Consort, kissing, licking, biting, sucking. They may have had sex nine times the night before, but this time, he knew who was holding him, who was touching him, and who was on the other end of his soul.
Grimmjow moaned in some surprise as he was magically manhandled by his mate, shuddering and kissing back just as hard with a purr and a swift grope.
Feeling the skin under his fingers, tasting it, and really inhaling Grimmjow's scent seemed to flip a switch in Ichigo, because now, he couldn't keep himself from exploring every inch of his lover as best he could. He used his weight to topple them back onto the bed, where he sat back to discard the robe he wore, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. This brought their arousals into contact and the orangette moaned before diving back into a frantic round of kisses.
Grimmjow had no idea why his mate was so enthusiastic, but like hell was he complaining! He moaned again, rubbing up against his mate, purring and twitching, kneading at the bed.
"You...Mmm...taste...Mmm...so good." Ichigo panted between kisses.
This was what homecoming had been supposed to be like. The orangette trailed a line of nipping, and sucking down the hard planes of Grimmjow's chest, running his tongue along every dip and curve, tasting everything until he came to the blue curls that had astounded him the first time he'd ever seen them. He nuzzled his way all the way around the hard shaft, straining above his line of vision. Then with precision and delicacy, he trailed up the length to suckle on the tip, drinking down the precome like it was the nectar of life.
The Consort hissed in pure pleasure, heavy thighs twitching, toes curling as his eyes fluttered shut. "Ooh...oh Ichi...fuck, fuck, I thought ya…" he hissed, "di'n't like ta..."
"Dunno..." The orangette sucked him down and came back up to clean off his saliva. "You just taste amazing. Like...peaches...no...raspberries." He chuckled, slinking back up his lover's body, "Blue raspberries." He licked his lips and latched onto the lobe of the closest ear, moaning and grinding his groin against the other's.
Grimmjow's hips bucked and he moaned hard and loud as his hand went looking for and seized Ichigo's dick to start stroking. "Well then, 'M glad I do taste like whatever I taste like 'cuz fuck I been missin' yer mouth!"
The sound that came from the King was like nothing he'd ever made before, and it was downright sinful, like the worst of the sluts that hung around campus, enough to make a hardened sex demon blush. His hips bucked lightly, adding to his lover's touch, as his fingers curled on the blunette's chest. Grimmjow ducked down and sucked at his nipples as he continued to stroke, growling and purring at him, toes curling. For all the Gods, his mate felt so good!
"Ah...G-grimm! That's so...s-sensitive!" He stuttered, voice hiccupping with every brush of that tongue across his nipple.
The King may have initiated this frantic pace but now he was becoming thoroughly undone. The blunette purred into the sensitive flesh. He was good with that, really. Making his mate come undone and go mad was something he adored, and he rutted against him happily.
"W-want you...in...ah...inside...please?" Ichigo panted, pressing himself down into his lover, begging for every touch and barely able to hold himself back, but gripped with the pleasure of truly being with his Consort.
Grimmjow growled playfully and summoned the slick. Now that he had his powers back it didn't take him but a curl of his fingers and a string of neon blue energy. He slathered his fingers to start spreading it inside his husband.
"Oh...oh...oh! Grrrrrimmmmm..." Ichigo moaned, grinding back against those thick digits, his cock leaking and toes and fingers curling. He needed this, needed it like a drowning man needed air.
The larger male's teeth left his nipples to attach to his throat, fingers coating and stretching before he slapped the leftover lubricant on his dick and pulled his lover into position. Wanton little whore that he had become, Ichigo almost didn't let the blunette control the pace. Of course, this was usually the part where he deliberately forced himself to stop and got the jute cords out, but this time...there wasn't time. He needed Grimmjow inside of him NOW! He pressed back against the blunt head of his lover's cock, his stretched entrance kissing it and trying to swallow the length before they were both ready.
The blunette purred and growled and thrust inside in a single long push. Then he kissed his mate, petting his hair and sides. He loved him so much. He would worship his mate…soon. Not just now. But soon, very soon.
Grinding down without waiting to adjust, Ichigo had never felt so full, so complete, so perfect during their joinings before, even after Awakening. This time, it was just so much more. The orangette dove into that sinful mouth again, doing what he could to try and let Grimmjow lead, but failing fairly spectacularly due to how desperately he wanted the larger man. But the blunette didn't care—it was always better when his mate participated. He held onto his neck hard, lovingly starting to thrust at a hard, quick, animalistic pace.
Ichigo met those thrusts, grunting and moaning with every breath. Small sounds of pleasure, breathed directly into the larger man's ear, as his hands curled over his lover's pectorals for leverage, driving their pace higher. A hand on his hips helped him thrust faster and harder, growling uncontrollably as he heard hissed love-talk in his ear and thick, deliciously calloused fingers stroked his cock between them.
"Mmm gonna...oh...Grimm...it's so...Ngh." He alternatively impaled himself and thrust into his lover's hand. This all-consuming desire had him driving them toward climax at a break-neck pace.
Grimmjow wasn't much better, mashing his prostate with the head of his cock as his hips came off the bed on each thrust, hammering him.
"F-fill me, Grimm." Ichigo panted. He was so close, so...desperately...close
With a roar into his neck, the blunette thrust as deep as possible and came violently, doing just that, toes curling and teeth biting down. His mate!
Teeth! That was it! An electric shock ripped through his body, and he erupted between them, ropes of thick, white spunk coating their chests at the same time as his inner muscles milked his lover for all he was worth. He panted heavily, cooing and making noises of contentment against his husband's neck.
When Grimmjow let go and licked his lips, he was panting. Uncontrollably so. He collapsed onto the bed, eyes slamming shut as his hands kneaded like the content cat he was. "Fuccccckkk Ichi...love you…so much."
"I love you too, Grimm...an' I think...ah..." Ichigo couldn't help the way his hips hitched, "I think...if...they weren't already...I think this solidifies it. They're yours now, no matter how they were conceived at first." He purred, burying his face in the crook of his Consort's neck like it was specifically designed for him.
The First cradled his lover happily, petting his back and ass. "Even if they hadn'ta been, even if they'da been Shiro's, I'd love 'em regardless," he purred in promise.
The King yawned, hugely. "I know. But I'm glad they're yours anyway. I wouldn't wanna go through this with anybody else."
"You think it'll be that bad now that we can control the mornin' sickness?" A single cerulean eye peered down at the form collapsed on his chest.
"I hope not." Amber rolled up sleepily with a small smile.
The lovers chatted for a while, reconnecting a more personal manner, but outside the North building, a sly creature smiled, proud of what he'd accomplished. Sure, most of the heavy work had been handled by the Mage, but…he'd done his fair share too.
"That wasn't nice, love." The rumbling voice that could only be his lover broke through his thoughts.
"Mah. What wasn't nice?" The kitsune grinned, tilting his head in an attempt at innocence.
"Lacin' th' coffeepot wit'cher love dust. Th' two o' them have enough issues wi'out ye interferin'." The redhead tried to be stern, he really did, but that fox-man was just too cute.
"I dunno. Ya enjoy it when I use it on ya." Gin purred, coming over to wrap himself around his mate.
"Yeah, but tha's diff'rent. C'mon, let's leave 'em ta their bondin'." Renji scooped up his mate and Flit them back to their own private quarters.
Unbeknownst to either couple, a pair of sad, sienna eyes watched them both from a respectable distance. He sipped his tea, fluttered his wings and nodded to himself. Just before leaving his cocoon, he'd located where he needed to go—a small town in the deciduous North-East of a country called America. It would be several years before he could make his move, but at least he knew where he was going now, and he knew a name—Shinji Hirako. Maybe…maybe this time…
End Part 3