My Strawberry Kitten

A/N: Well, here’s the next installment. Guest appearances in this one as well as cross-dressing! XD And lime-scented once again. Enjoy! I also wanted to add that I got inspired by Honestly's drabbles in her series called 'Of Apricots and Blueberries' on FF.net. Go read! They're good!



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The next day, Grimmjow woke up cursing himself silently as he regarded his sleeping neko lying on his chest. ‘Fuck, my will is utter shit. This isn’t going slow, dumbass,’ he mentally berated himself. He was brought out of his thoughts when Ichigo stirred.



“Mm…Master?” Ichigo slurred, rubbing his eyes with a clawed hand. ‘But damn, is he cute,’ the blunet clenched his jaw and fought the urge to molest his adorable kitty.



“Morning, Kitten,” Grimmjow muttered a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.



“Good morning, Master,” Ichigo smiled sleepily, leaning up to give the man’s cheek a little lick. ‘Grrr…Fuck going slow!’ the older man growled low in his throat, flipping them over quickly and promptly captured petal soft, pliant lips with his own for the first time, swallowing a surprised gasp. Ichigo mewled, opening up when a warm, wet tongue demanded entrance. He cradled his Master’s face in his hands as the muscle explored his sweet cavern, claiming unchartered territory and drawing the neko’s tongue out to dance. Several moments later they parted, a stand of saliva connecting their mouths before breaking and landing on Ichigo’s chin. A low rumble started from the bottom of Grimmjow’s chest and he ducked his head down to lick it up.



They would have kept going if Grimmjow’s stomach didn’t take that exact moment to voice its needs. “Dammit!” Grimmjow glared down at the offender while Ichigo attempted and failed to hide an amused grin. “I guess we should feed the Beast (1), yeah?”



The neko nodded. “I’ll make omelets if you’d like, Master.”



“Sounds good.”



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After a large breakfast courtesy of his pet, Grimmjow led Ichigo out the door by his leash, down the hall to the elevator. Today they were to go shopping. Grimmjow decided to go semi-casual today which consisted of a white, pressed dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and the first few buttons undone, tucked into high quality khaki dress pants, and some black socks and loafers. Around his neck was a 24-karat chain necklace, and on his wrist was his gold Rolex watch. Simple, yet classy. Ichigo on the other hand had on the clothes he wore yesterday since they were still fresh; a snug black t-shirt that showed off his muscles, form-fitting jeans with flip-flops on his feet, and of course the red collar Urahara had given him to wear. His tags had come in through the mail today, as well as a red bell shaped like a strawberry.



“I couldn’t resist,” his Master had chuckled as he frowned in annoyance at the thing. Nonetheless, he reluctantly wore it, now attached to his collar.



They were dressed like two completely different people, but the ladies in the lobby didn’t seem to mind.



“Mr. Jaegerjaques! Who is your new friend?”



“Oooh! He’s so cute! Is that a collar?”



“A hybrid pet?! KYAAAAHHHH~!!!”



Grimmjow gritted his teeth and quickly ushered a bewildered Ichigo out the door were a limo was waiting for them. The driver, quickly spotting the group of women tailing them, swiftly opened the door and closed it after them, hopping into the driver’s seat before speeding off.



“Goddamn women,” the CEO grumbled, rubbing his temples, “No good harpies, the whole lot of them. And they wonder why I’m not married. Ch’!”



“They aren’t too bad,” Ichigo said, a small smile gracing his lips at the sight of his irritated Master. The incredulous look on the man’s face made him stifle a laugh.



“You haven’t seen the half of it,” Grimmjow muttered, pulling the neko close to his side to wrap an arm around his waist, the leash in his other hand. “This is nothing compared to Valentine’s Day or Christmas,” he shuddered causing Ichigo to burst into giggles.



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They pair spent the entire day in and out of boutiques and shops, bags upon bags piled up high in the limo by the time the sun started to make its way towards the horizon.



“Come on, Ichi-pet, one more shop and then we came go home,” Grimmjow assured, leading his tired neko through the door. Ichigo blinked, exhaustion suddenly forgotten for the moment as he instantly regretted walking in.



“…Er…Master? Why are we in a costume store?” The hybrid asked nervously, looking at all the dresses and outfits on mannequins and displays.



“Why the hell not? Besides, I wanna see you dress up just for me after seeing you try on the clothes you liked all day. I think it’s my turn, yeah?” Grimmjow shrugged nonchalantly but the evil toothy grin curling his lips gave him away. One of Ichigo’s ears twitched, a distinct feeling of dread pooled in his stomach.



“Hellooo~! I am Ayame Sohma, and how may I help you this fine afternoon~?” came a sensual, sing-song voice from the back room. The two turned to see an attractive, slender man with long silvery hair and golden eyes, dressed in a long red coat walking towards them. Next to him was a cheerful young woman, brunette hair done up in curled pigtails and dressed in a dark blue Lolita styled dress, one of the costumes.



“Ah, I’d like to see my pet dressed up,” Grimmjow said, hiding a grin when Ichigo looked appalled by his bluntness.



“Wonderful~! And what would you like him dressed as, Mr…?”



“Jaegerjaques.”



“Ooooh, how marvelous! Mine-chan, did you hear that? The infamous Jaegerjaques-sama! Oh, I knew you looked familiar, but I never dreamed that the most eligible bachelor would grace us with his presence in my store~! I’m simply star struck!” Ayame expressed dramatically, fanning himself as Mine giggled behind her hand.



Grimmjow smirked at that. “Hm, well to answer yer question, I want to see Ichigo in a number of things…” He trailed off, chuckling darkly when employer and employee squealed as Ichigo hid his face in his hands. He was doomed.



“Splendid!” Ayame clapped his hands. “Mine! You know what to do!”



“Yes, sir!”



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“Master, can’t we leave now?” Ichigo asked, trying and failing to keep it from sounding like a whine. He shifted uncomfortably in his current outfit which was a cute black velvet French maid costume with a white silk apron trimmed in lace and big bow tied in the back, as well as a little ruffly white headband on top of his crown and satin white gloves that reached his elbows. Covering his long legs were thigh high white tights, and adorning his feet were black mary jane slippers.



The neko was just thankful that the skirts of the dress were knee length and that there was a hole for his twitchy, agitated tail as he stood there in front of his Master lounging on a couch, a muscular arm slung over back with his leg over the other, the other hand in his lap.



Grimmjow didn’t answer, too busy drinking in the sight of his embarrassed Kitten, and imagining bending him over and taking him hard against the back of the couch at home dressed like that. He clenched his jaw and fought back a groan.



Even though Ichigo’s body wasn’t exactly womanly, dressed in Ayame’s specially designed clothes hid all the hard lines and planes as well as all the sharp dips and angles of his male anatomy, only leaving soft edges and curves. It didn’t help that his Kitten had a lithe build, making it that much easier for the clothes to disguise his body. The only things that gave away his true gender was the obvious lack of bust, and the muscles of his arms that still showed. And although Ichigo’s face was beautiful, it was definitely more of a masculine beauty. But with a bit of make-up, Grimmjow was pretty sure he could turn his little pet into a real house wife like he joked about last night.



“Damn, Ichi…you look even more cute and sexy in that,” he husked, azure eyes gleaming in growing desire. Ichigo blushed harder at the comment.



“Oh, isn’t he just?” Ayame gushed, one hand over his heart as the other patted the air flamboyantly (2). He looked over at the list of all of Grimmjow’s requests Mine had written down. “And it looks like we have just one more thing you need to try on. Mine! To the dressing room once more!”



“Yes, sir!” she chirped, dragging Ichigo back behind the curtains.



“Heh, I can’t wait for this one,” Grimmjow shared a grin with Ayame as the dramatic man giggled behind his hand.



Minutes later, a very reluctant Ichigo stepped back out with Mine having to usher him from behind the curtains. Grimmjow’s blue eyes widened, lighting up like neon lights.



The poor neko was wearing a lovely white wedding gown. It was a sweetheart off-the-shoulder dress; the top of the bodice was shaped like the top of a heart, and it was laced down in the front as well as on the puffy half sleeves, all trimmed in ruffles. A white lacy choker necklace replaced his red collar, satin white gloves that ended at his wrists enveloped his hands, and a wreath of white roses with a veil in the back was placed on his head (3).



“Oh, you look simply divine! Good choice, my dear assistant!” Ayame clapped delightedly.



Mine grinned proudly, curtsying. “It was all thanks to your devoted training, sir!” she said as Ayame preened.



The business tyrant wasn’t paying attention to them. “Kitten,” Grimmjow murmured, standing up as if in a trance and walking over to his pet, lifting his flushed, downturned face up to meet his eyes. “Yer absolutely stunning.” He bent down and gave Ichigo a chaste, innocent kiss, gently coaxing his mouth open as his strong fingers buried themselves in brilliant tangerine hair. It made Ichigo gasp quietly and just as he about to return the kiss, a decidedly not-so-innocent grin appeared on Grimmjow’s face and the man slid his arms around the neko’s waist, dipping the poor boy backwards to devour his lips properly.



“My my my! What a romantic picture you two make!” Ayame swooned, Mine barely catching him in her giggles. The couple pulled apart, Ichigo attempting to catch his breath as Grimmjow righted them.



“I think I’ll be the one to help my little blushing bride out of his gown,” said Grimmjow, a certain glint in his eye. “That’s all right with you, yeah?”



“Of course, of course, darling! Take all the time you need! If you need us, just shout, ne?”



“Will do,” Grimmjow threw a bewildered Ichigo over his shoulder and they disappeared behind the curtains.



Once they were safely locked away in the dressing room, Grimmjow set his neko down and swooped in for another deep probing kiss. Ichigo moaned softly but just before he could press closer, his Master pulled away and suddenly lifted his skirts and disappeared under his gown. Had anyone else been present, the person wouldn’t have known if he was under there, the skirt was so fluffy. “M-Master?!” He blushed wildly.



“Hush, Kitten, wouldn’t want those two come knocking just yet, yeah?” Grimmjow’s smirk could be heard in his voice. “Shit, you even wore lacy garters and matching white panties…”



“Mine-san wouldn’t let me out of here otherwise,” Ichigo said shyly, jumping when he felt two big hands lightly trail up his legs until they reached the top of his underwear. “Master, w-what are you doing…?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer.



“What does it look like? I’m helping you undress,” his Master’s voice dropped to a low timbre, and he shivered as two fingers hooked into his panties and slowly pulled them down his stocking covered thighs.



“Oh! Master!” Ichigo covered his mouth to muffle his embarrassing noises as a wet tongue teased his penis into hardness, hands coming back up to hold him in place by his hips. Grimmjow lightly licked at the head, swirling his tongue around it, before moving down lower, tracing the vein on the underside. His lips enclosed over the hybrid’s sac, taking in one of his balls and rolling it around in his mouth. “Mmmn…!” Ichigo moaned, rubbing himself against his Master’s face as the man did the same to the other.



One of the neko’s shaking hands pressed Grimmjow’s head closer and he whined in protest when the mouth let go, but then that devious tongue swiped over his perineum and his entrance teasingly.



All of the sudden his legs gave out, and the boy threw his head back, biting his lip to stifle a scream when a hot, damp heat suddenly engulfed him all the way to the base. He would have collapsed if it hadn’t been for Grimmjow’s firm grip. He whimpered as Grimmjow started to suck, the blush darkening against his lightly tanned skin, and shuddered violently when his Master swallowed around his erection, going faster and faster and driving him utterly mad. Just when he was about to cum, a slick finger circled around his entrance before shoving itself up his ass.



“Mmnnahhhh…!” the neko hybrid gasped in pleasure, thrown over the edge of ecstasy so rapidly, and released streams of cum down Grimmjow’s waiting throat. The man swallowed every bit of it greedily, not letting a single drop escape. When he was sure he had sucked his pet dry, he pulled back and came out from under the gown, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk on his face.



“Nothin’ like a quickie in public,” the older man muttered gleefully as pulled his Kitten to his chest and gave him a lusty kiss before continuing to help the exhausted neko out of his costume. After Ichigo was finally dressed in his normal clothes, to the neko’s relief, and the costume was properly hung up on a hanger, the pair went back through the curtains to see Ayame and Mine smiling knowingly at them. Ichigo flushed red predictably under their gazes and looked away, not resisting when his Master slung an arm around his waist possessively.



“I take it things are all well and good?” Ayame inquired, flipping his long hair over his shoulder.



“Heh, and not a mess to worry about,” Grimmjow snickered as Ichigo turned and hid his face in his chest.



“Fabulous! Well, thank you so much for stopping by! It was certainly a pleasure to have the both of you here, Do come by to visit again, ne?”



“Oh, no. Thank you, and the pleasure was definitely all ours,” said Grimmjow, a smutty grin on his face.



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1. I call my stomach the Beast. It always growls at me even when I've fed it. D:



2. Yu guys know what I’m talking about, right? Stereotypical gay guys do it all the time. XD I luv it. :3



3. Go to http:// s42. photobucket .com /albums/e340/BlackSniper666/?action=view¤t= KeitasWeddingDressXD .jpg to see the dress I was trying to describe and the veil, and go to http:// s42. photobucket .com /albums/e340/BlackSniper666/?action=view¤t= GrimmIchiMarriage3 .jpg to see his wreath of roses. :D Oh, and go to http:// s42. photobucket .com /albums/e340/BlackSniper666/?action=view¤t= GrimmIchiMarriage .jpg for another cute GrimmIchi wedding picture. XD (Without the spaces, of course. C:)



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A/N: Next chapter will have a lemon, that I’m pretty sure of. So, yu know the drill: review review review please~! Oh! And if yur interested, CicixXxHeartbreaker from FF.net made a fanpic for me! Go check it out! The link’s at the bottom of the last chapter. :3