From Reconnaissance to Reunions and Hot Springs

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Chapter Three: Multiple Pairings

Electric blues traced the body spread before him. He had been given strict orders not to touch the orange haired youth, and when he thought about what that bastard was going to do to the boy- things that he had wanted to do- anger raced through him. This was unexpected, as was the predatory growl that escaped his lips- but he chalked it up to his hatred of that bastard and the shock of seeing the only person who had ever wounded him in a fair fight.

The orange haired Soul Reaper was currently bound by silk restraints to a luxurious King-size bed. The bed was adorned with dark red silk sheets- almost the color of the boy's blood, but paling in comparison. He had been put under some sort of illusion by Aizen, and his deep chocolate eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the tan skin of his cheek.

As Grimmjow continued to stare at the Shinigami before him, his mind began to drift back to the woulda/shoulda moments. There had been so many opportunities for the blue haired male to make his feelings known, but he always panicked at the last moment, covering up his feelings with violence.

"Fuck this," Grimmjow said. He licked his lips hungrily and stared at the orange haired youth. Without another thought, his mouth descended upon that flaccid member and, with a few licks, succeeded in bringing it to life.

Brown eyes flew open as that hot mouth swallowed him. For a second he thought he was dreaming, for this very scene had haunted him during those late night hours. But the pleasure that raced through Ichigo as Grimmjow's tongue ran the length of his penis felt too real. Logic sank in, and Ichigo raised his Spiritual Pressure to prepare for a fight. That's when he realized he was bound.

"You bastard! What the hell is going on?"

"Just relax, brat, and let Daddy take care of you." Grimmjow couldn't stop it from spilling from his mouth. He knew it was the wrong thing to say to get Ichigo to play nice, but-.

()()()

"Shit, shit, shit! Son of a fuckin' bitch!" Nnoitora felt the flare of immense Spiritual pressure, and that could only mean one thing. "He had one goddamn rule, just one, and he couldn't keep his fuckin' hands to himself."

With a growl of frustration, he pushed the sandy blond male away, stuffing his now drained cock back into his pants, and ran toward the doors of Aizen's bedroom.

"Nnoitora-sama, come back!" Tesla whined, getting up from the floor where Nnoitora had flung him, wiping the cum from his lips and licking it off his fingertips.

Nnoitora ignored the pleas from the clingy blond and concentrated on his orders.

"If he can't follow the rules I have given, use any means necessary to subdue him." That is what Aizen had told him, and he would enjoy every minute of carrying it out.

()()()

Ichigo had finally given up the fight, reveling in the pleasure that Grimmjow's sinful tongue was delivering. "Grimm," Ichigo moaned. His voice was laced with need. "More." It was stated as a pant.

Grimmjow released Ichigo's red, weeping cock. "Gladly," he purred.

Before he could make his way up Ichigo's body to properly claim those lips in a kiss, the doors to the bedroom burst open. Grimmjow tensed thinking it was Aizen. Electric blues met the lone gray eye of the Fifth Espada, and he let out yet another predatory growl.

"Back the fuck off, Jiruga. Kurosaki is mine."

"You got it all wrong, Jeagerjaques. Y'see, I'm afraid Aizen has staked a claim on our pet."

"I'm no one's pet," Ichigo growled.

"The hell I'm letting that bastard have what's mine!" With that, Grimmjow's hand went to the hilt of Pantera. The blue haired male was itching to go full release mode and take his Berry by force.

"I've had enough of this," Nnoitora said with a toss of black locks. Picking up a lamp from an entrance table, he walked behind the blue haired Espada, who had gotten distracted by the orange haired boy, and broke the fragile object over the man's head.

The Fifth Espada smirked as Grimmjow fell to the floor. "Tch, that was no fun at all." He stated before he turned to the Soul Reaper. "Now be a good pet and don't run away. Aizen is looking forward to playing with you."

()()()

Ichigo watched Nnoitora leave, rage flowing through him because the Espada had knocked Grimmjow unconscious before he could express the feelings that had been bubbling inside of him. Then the man's words began to sink in.

"Aizen is looking forward to playing with you."

Panic overtook him. He had no desire to become Aizen's plaything. Or maybe he did. The thought had crept into his dreams a few times. But the very idea left his skin crawling with disgust. But there was another side of him-.

"Freak out later, King. I need ya."

Without any further warning, Ichigo found himself in his inner world.

()()()

"What the fuck, Shiro?" Ichigo snapped.

Shiro's golden orbs were pleading. "I can't get him outta my head King!"

Ichigo blinked and stared at the powder version of himself in confusion. "Who?"

"Don't fuckin' act so clueless. Y'know who I'm talkin' 'bout! That fuckin' tall Espada with the long hair!"

Ichigo scoffed. "Come on, Shiro. If you're gonna fall for an Espada, can't you pick someone better than Nnoitora?"

"The blue haired panther is too into you to notice anyone else, King."

Ichigo blushed. "So what did you drag me here for?" He snapped.

"I want out!" Shiro shouted, grabbing the orange haired youth by the shoulders and shaking him.

"I'm not letting you use my body to have your way with-." Ichigo began to protest.

"I don' want yer body. I want my own! And I don' wanna play with him. I want him to play with me."

Ichigo blinked, stunned by the answer. "Is that even possible?"

"There is a way."

Ichigo turned to face Zangetsu.

"Teach him, Zan!" Shiro snapped.

Ichigo was a pretty fast learner, especially when Shiro constantly threatened him if he even thought about giving up. With several tries, he finally succeeded.

()()()

"Dammit, what is it this time?" Nnoitora pulled out of the quivering mess that was Tesla.

"No, Nnoitora-sama, don't leave me!" Tesla whined, grabbing the man's leg before he could get away.

"Shut the fuck up and get off of me, Tesla. I'll be right back!" Nnoitora snapped.

"But Nnoitora-sama-." With a swift jerk, Nnoitora was free and ready to see what had his pet so worked up this time.

()()()

Ichigo knew the flare of Spiritual pressure would get Nnoitora's attention. Without hesitation, he concentrated the surging power and smiled in triumph as it began to solidify.

"Ya did it King! I'm so proud!" Shiro said in mock happiness.

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Shiro," Ichigo mumbled.

Golden orbs raked over Ichigo's body. "Y'know, lettin' Nnoitora-sama-."

"You've gotta be kidding me. You're referring to him as 'sama' now?" Shiro ignored Ichigo's remark.

"-play with me could be put on hold for a bit. If I had known ya were tied up like this, I woulda made ya bring me out sooner."

Ichigo couldn't stamp down the blush that made its way onto his face.

Suddenly, both men turned as they sensed the presence of another person.

()()()

"Alright, pet, what's got ya so angry this time?" Nnoitora questioned. As he entered the room, he stopped and did a double-take. "Why the fuck are there two of you?"

Shiro smirked, "I'll handle this, King." He sauntered over the tall Espada, pressing his body against the other man's. "I'm Shiro and I'd like ta be your play thing for the evening."

Nnoitora felt the perverted smirk play at the corners of his mouth. "Well, I am in the mood for a change of scenery…."

Shiro's golden orbs darkened with lust as he let Nnoitora lead him from the bedroom.

()()()

"Where're we goin'?" Shiro questioned as Nnoitora pulled him down twisting hallways.

"To my bedroom," Nnoitora stated matter-of-factly.

They stopped at a door marked 5 and Nnoitora opened it. Inside, the room was decorated in black and white furniture. The only splash of color was the red comforter that adorned the full-sized bed. A huge window that took up most of one white wall offered a view of the decollate landscape.

"Nice place ya got," Shiro murmured.

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you," Nnoitora said.

"Yeah, that's what I've been told," Shiro said.

"So, you wanna be my fuck toy, Shiro-pet?" Nnoitora purred.

"Keep talkin' like that an' I'll be whatever ya want me ta be."

"That's what I like to hear."

Nnoitora pressed Shiro to him, slowly edging toward the bed in the center of the room. His hands couldn't follow the actions of his feet; hastily, he began to remove the Inner Hollow's clothing. Visible gray eye darkened with lust as snow-white skin and muscle was exposed. Hot tongue darted out to lap at sensitive nipples, turning them to hard balls in his hot mouth.

Pants were quickly shed, and long fingers began to prod at Shiro's entrance. One digit slipped in, a hiss of protest escaping the black lips of the Hollow. Another digit was added with the first and the hiss turned into a yelp.

"You're so fuckin' tight," Nnoitora voiced.

"Usually I'm the one doin' the claimin'." Shiro clarified.

"And you're changing that for me?" Nnoitora loved the thought of that. It added fuel to the fire that was starting to build within him.

Shiro didn't answer, just began to shed the Espada of his uniform and try to ignore the pain of preparation. That was an easy task once the sculpted planes of Nnoitora's upper body were exposed. Shiro's blue tongue immediately darted out for a taste.

"Ya taste like sweat, apples and… A 'lil needy bitch."

"Not sure about the apples, but the needy bitch goes by Tesla."

Golden eyes tinged with irritation. "Tch, he won' be needed anymore."

Nnoitora scoffed. "We'll see about that," he said, flinging the powdered berry onto his bed.

The black haired Espada pounced on his newest pet, entering him in one fluid motion and causing the Hollow to dig black nails into creamy skin.

"Fuck," Shiro hissed through clenched teeth. It felt like he was being split in two, even with all the preparation, and yet he couldn't have more pleasure coursing through him.

"Relax, Shiro-pet," Nnoitora ordered before he fused his lips with the other male's. If Shiro didn't loosen up, this would be a rather unpleasant experience for both of them.

After a few seconds without movement, Nnoitora felt less constricted. Shiro's body had adjusted and the two quickly developed a rhythm. It was faster than Nnoitora would've liked, but he felt too good inside of his powdered pet. It was hard to contain himself.

"Shit, right there," Shiro moaned when Nnoitora hit his prostate. Every thrust after that was aimed at his sweet spot which sent countless ripples of pleasure through him.

Soon, Nnoitora found himself growing impatient. He yearned for the pleasure that would run through him with his release, wanted to show his pet a side of pleasure he was sure the boy had never felt before. With the urge to release the ocean of cum he felt brewing inside his member, he began to thrust harder, deeper, faster into his pet.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The word tumbled from those black lips in a constant chant. Every now and then a breathless "Nnoitora-sama," would escape with it. The constant jolts of electric fire that raced through his veins were almost too much to handle. Shiro didn't know if he could take it. The pleasure was too much, and suddenly, he felt himself coming in rapid rivers; hot, white, sticky seed spilling all over Nnoitora's hand and abdomen as the man continued his thrusts and pumps.

The Espada pumped the Hollow throughout the sensitive high of his orgasm. His pet's skin was like fire. With a few more thrusts, he quickly found himself tumbling into the world of white and gold. He shot his seed deep within his pet with a moan of "Shiro," and collapsed on top of his powder-puff, breathing hard and not resisting the urge to sink his teeth into the boy's neck to draw out crimson blood.

Shiro hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure as Nnoitora pulled out of him. The blood that was intermingled with cum was quite a lovely sight. Golden eyes traced its path as it ran down his thigh and pooled onto the blankets. When said golden orbs locked onto one lone gray eye, it was dark with lust.

"Shall we go again, pet?" Nnoitora purred.

He should say no, his entrance screamed in protest as Nnoitora moved his erect member to it once more, but instead, he nodded eagerly and moaned as the first thrust began.

()()()

At some point after his separation with Shiro, Ichigo had fallen asleep. Chocolate orbs fluttered open when the bedroom doors were pushed open.

Rich dark brown eyes swept the room. "I see Grimmjow couldn't handle the simplest task. Then again, I can't blame him when you're stretched out for all the hungry eyes to see." Aizen snapped his fingers, and within a matter of seconds Ulquiorra appeared.

"What is your wish, Aizen-sama?" Monotone voice questioned.

"See to it that Grimmjow is given proper treatment for that head injury," Aizen stated, not once looking at the emerald green eyed male.

"Yes, Aizen-sama," Ulquiorra said with a slight bow.

Ichigo shuddered as Grimmjow uttered a low moan of pain when Ulquiorra drug him away.

"Now then, Ichigo-kun, you and I are going to get to know each other better." Aizen's smooth voice was like honey.

Ichigo felt panic swirl within him as the man moved closer, yet there was that small part of him that wanted this, and he was fighting not to give in.

()()()

To Be Continued.

AN: I am beyond horrified and what had to happen to Grimm, but don't worry, he gets the Berry in plenty of other fics. GRINS.