Divinity

A/N: They were short, so I thought I’d put ‘em together. :3

Warnings for this chapter: Yaoi, fluff, potential OOC

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69. White (found in 'The Lion and the Panther: Drabbles')

The white walls of Las Noches loomed over them as they made their way to the designated meeting room.

Like always, Sexta was the last Espada to show, but what made things interesting was that he had tugged his new pet along with him to the meeting this time around.

Aizen watched in amusement as Grimmjow kicked the doors open and led their guest to his usual chair by the hand. He sat himself down before pulling the orange haired Vizard onto his lap, holding him close as he nuzzled his pet's collared neck with possessive affection and not giving a rat's ass about who saw. Ichigo responded in kind, wrapping his arms loosely around Grimmjow's neck and burying his nose in soft baby blue hair before they turned their attention lazily to the Lord of Hueco Mundo at the head of the table.

"I'm glad you decided to join us, Kurosaki-kun," Aizen remarked smoothly, still highly amused, "shall we begin?"

Ichigo shrugged, but gave him a thin, though polite smile, "If you'd like, Aizen-san."

"Please, call me Sousuke."

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92. Tea Cup (found in 'The Lion and the Panther: Drabbles')

They were in another meeting with the rest of the Espada and of course Aizen and the other two shinigami traitors, but Ichigo wasn't paying attention to them at the moment.

Instead he was focused on feeding his beloved Master a slice of strawberry shortcake that he'd made with the cooks in the kitchen from his usual perch on the blunet's lap, licking up some that had missed its mark at the corner of his mouth. He smiled when Grimmjow purred into his ear and intense blue eyes stared into his own gold-on-black, before he turned a bit and placed the plate and fork onto the table in front of them before reaching out for the warm cup of tea beside it.

Taking a sip, he then placed his mouth over Sexta's and gently parted his lips to allow the tea to pass through, careful not to let any escape the liplock. Grimmjow's purr deepened as well as their kiss, which made him moan quietly before they parted.

"Tastes good," Grimmjow muttered, nuzzling his cheek against the orange haired young man's bone fragment – a piece of the upper portion of his Vizard mask – that clung to a quarter of his face on the right side over one inverted amber eye.

"Thank you, Grimmjow-sama. I'm glad with how it turned out too," he said, petting his Master's baby blue hair near his temples.

The blunet smirked up at the new Cero Espada, and reached up to thumb the two red slash marks under his precious mate's left eye, "Wasn't talkin' about the cake, Ichi-pet."