Stray

A/N: Well, here it is: the final chapter. It’s been a fun, crazy ride! Thank yu all so much for reading, and reviewing, and faving, and alerting! Like for other authors, they mean a lot to me, and really helped me pump out all those quick updates. After this, I’m tackling the other suggestion I made to KaiRei-fan and doing my version of it, but it won’t be out for a while. In the mean time, go read her version. It’s been up for a while now, and it’s called ‘My Tempting Treat’. If yu like Neko!Ichigo, yu’ll like it, as well as mine, when it comes out. :D Enjoy the last chapter! Epilogue at the end. :)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own Bleach, and Isshin's rant was inspired by another fic. But the idea of Jakeru is still mine! :D

Warning: Rated M for a reason!

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On their way back to the Kurosaki clinic, Grimmjow became increasingly agitated and moody, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. Just as they reached the little pathway leading to the front door, Ichigo was about to ask him just what his problem was when Grimmjow stilled. His dark ears twitched, a look of concentration replacing his scowling countenance he had on a moment ago. “Do you hear that?” the hybrid asked quietly, looking around and straining his ears.

Ichigo looked confused. “Hear what-” the soft sound of a baby crying interrupted the teen’s question. The two looked at each other with wide eyes, before turning their heads towards the front door where the crying was coming from. There, they noticed an open rectangular cardboard box had been left on the stoop of the clinic.

Ichigo quickly moved through the gate and up the path, Grimmjow right behind him. Kneeling down and peering into box, they were utterly stunned by what they found. Inside the box was a small baby tiger hybrid with bright orange hair and big brown doe eyes full of tears. He was bare with the exception of a diaper, and was clutching a small teal blanket to his body. The poor cub had probably been crying for a while and looked exhausted. He was sitting on a small bedding pad and behind him was a matching little teal pillow. Near his tiny feet were a couple baby toys and a note.

Still in shock, Ichigo slowly picked up the piece of paper and read it out loud, “’Hello, my name is Jakeru. My birthday is June 15th. I am ten months old. My mother couldn’t afford to look after me anymore, so please take good care of me.’ Oh, boy,” The teen closed his eyes and sighed resignedly, running his hand through his hair before making a quick decision. “All right, then. Up you go, little guy,” he cooed, picking up the sniffling baby and cradling him to his chest. “Shh, it’s okay. Grimm, could you bring in the box and the picnic basket, please?” Ichigo asked as he unlocked the door, receiving a nod.

They moved over the threshold into the entranceway, and just when Grimmjow shut the door behind him, Isshin came flying out of the kitchen, ready to attack.

Ichigo stopped him with a crescent kick to the face, an irritated look on his face. “Dammit, dad! I don’t have time to deal with your crap! I need you to give someone a check-up.”

Isshin bounced back up. “My darling son! Did you bring home another stra-” He stopped suddenly when his eyes fell onto the orange haired baby nestled against his son’s chest. Jakeru looked up at the strange man with wide, scared eyes. All of the sudden, Isshin burst out into tears of joy, startling them all just like the time Ichigo asked if he Grimmjow could stay with him.

He ran to the poster of his wife. “Masaki! Oh, dear wife, it has finally happened! Our beloved son is a mommy!” An annoyed tick appeared on Ichigo’s brow. “The baby looks just like him when he was that age, minus the obvious feline features! And he has a strong, healthy mate, which is the equivalent to a husband, to protect him from bad men like man-rapists and murderers and mommy-nappers! He’s a wife AND a new mother!” Ichigo scissor kicked him in the back of the head.

“STOP SPEWING NONSENSE, YOU ANNOYING OLD GOAT!” the teen shouted, covering the baby’s small triangular ears to spare him.

“MASAKI!!!”

“Be quiet, dad. I’m trying to study,” Karin grumbled as she stepped out of the kitchen. She looked towards her brother, surprised to see him holding a cub. “Is that a baby tiger hybrid?”

Suddenly, Grimmjow let out a loud, frustrated growl, frightening the cub. The blue haired hybrid took the baby and thrust him into Isshin’s arms. “Make sure he’s okay,” was all he said before he pick Ichigo up and threw him over his shoulder, fireman-style.

“O-oi! Grimmjow, put me down!”

“No.” The stronger male smacked his ass.

“Ouch! Stubborn bastard! Let me go!” Grimmjow ignored his mate banging his fists onto his back and ascended the steps to go upstairs. At that point, Yuzu came out of the kitchen to stand beside Karin, wondering what all the commotion was about. “Karin! Yuzu! Go to the mall and buy some baby things! Diapers, clothes, toys, a crib, and stuff, okay?!” Ichigo managed to get out before Grimmjow kicked the door shut with a final ‘clunk!’ The three remaining members of the family blinked and looked at each other, before shrugging and moving to go do what the couple had asked/demanded.

Up in Ichigo’s room, Grimmjow tossed him onto the bed, making him bounce a couple of times before he attempted to scramble backwards. Before he could get away, Grimmjow pinned down his body, his arms above his head in the hybrid’s tight one-handed grip. His wide tea colored eyes found cold blue ones, confused and a little panicked by Grimmjow’s unusual audacious behavior. “Grimmjow, what are you doing?! We can’t -”

“Shut. Up,” the dominant male snarled, cutting him off, before taking his mouth in a savage kiss. Ichigo whimpered as sharp panther canines bit at his lips, a skillful tongue slipping past to plunder the sweet cavern ruthlessly. He gave a loud gasp which broke their kiss when the tom cat’s other hand gave his rapidly forming erection a quick, hard squeeze. Grimmjow undid his hakama and let it drop to the floor, while he swiftly tied Ichigo’s hands together to the headboard with the black sash. He pushed up Ichigo’s shirt enough to reveal two inviting pink nipples just begging to be touched. Grimmjow wouldn’t deny them.

“A-ah! Grimm…” Ichigo quivered, writhing as the hybrid sucked one into his hot mouth harshly, licking and teasing it until it reddened and peaked from the abuse. The other was forced to undergo sharp tugs and pinches, ending up at the same result. “No, stop it! My family is still downstairs!”

“If you don’t want them to hear, you’re just going to have to be quiet, now won’t you,” Grimmjow hissed in response, unconcerned about who heard them.

From there, Grimmjow proceed to use his knowledge of all the locations of every erogenous zone on his mate’s body to his advantage, caressing and groping soft, delicious flesh as he removed able pieces of their clothing one by one. He had Ichigo melt into a gasping, shivering, wanton pile of goo in less than 5 minutes, a new personal record.

Grimmjow flipped his mate over, raising his ass into the air with one hand on his hip, and the other hand buried in soft orange spikes to keep the teen’s head pinned down onto his pillow. Ichigo was forced to turn his head to the side in order to keep breathing. A heavy blush stained his cheeks when his dominant nudged his legs apart further with his knee until he was spread wide open, making him feel exposed and vulnerable. He was in the most submissive of positions, just like that first time Grimmjow took him.

Bronze eyes widened as he felt Grimmjow’s warm tongue flick across his entrance. “N-No, Grimmjow! Don’t! That’s dirty…!” He gasped, straining against his bonds as he felt the slippery thing dip inside. The raised bumps on it sliding against Ichigo’s most sensitive inner muscles were making the boy shudder, even more so when Grimmjow slipped two fingers to join in driving him crazy and widening his hole at the same time. It was so wrong, but felt so good. He moaned helplessly when the older male touched his prostate, moving his hips back to try to get him to hit it again.

Ichigo made a sound of protest when Grimmjow moved away completely. “Tell me what you want,” the hybrid rumbled into his ear, a strong hand gripping his drooling cock in an iron grip which made Ichigo whine. Grimmjow wanted to hear his little mate talk dirty, and Ichigo knew it. The younger male’s face burned with embarrassment even as he reluctantly opened his mouth.

“Please,” the boy begged softly, “I-I want you in me, fast and deep,” he moaned at the erotic images the thought brought up, “I want it so hard, I’ll feel it for days. Take me, claim me,” Ichigo turned his head and gazed pleadingly into gleaming cerulean eyes, “fuck me.”

Grimmjow purred loudly, so very aroused, before he reached under the mattress for the lube stashed there and quickly prepared himself. Without wasting any more time, the tom cat grasped the boy’s bottom and entered him with a single ruthless snap of his hips. Ichigo muffled his scream into his pillow at cruel penetration, his body writhing against the sheets as it tried to adjust to being filled all at once. So hot…! Grimmjow forced himself still, the tip of his tail twitching in his effort, and just barely managed to wait for his mate until the teen nodded at last.

With that, nothing held him back. The stronger male drove in and out of Ichigo at an unforgiving pace, so much so that Ichigo had to bring his bound arms up onto his elbows to prevent his face from crashing into the headboard. He cried out in surprise when the hybrid smacked his ass with a powerful hand, leaving a red handprint on one firm cheek. The action stirred up his masochistic side and turned him on further.

“You like this don’t you…you like having your alpha dominate you, don’t you, my little slutty boy,” the older male growled in a low, husky voice.

Grimmjow was being so rough, so mean, thrusting into him and spanking him, he wasn’t going to last long at this rate. It got worse when the feline found his spot. “Huh…u-uhh…uhnn…yes…” Ichigo whimpered with each merciless thrust, biting his lip as he rocked his hips back to get it in deeper. It hurt so good…He couldn't stand it anymore. “Grimmjow…!”

Sensing his little submissive’s orgasm rapidly approaching, Grimmjow jerked his mate’s throbbing erection, once, twice, making Ichigo arch and cum with a ragged scream. The sudden tight squeeze on his dick spurred Grimmjow on faster, and with a few more hard, sadistic, well-placed thrusts, he came deep inside Ichigo’s limp, trembling body, chomping down on Ichigo’s mating mark. “Mine!”

They came down slowly, reveling and enjoying the wonderful sensations before Grimmjow slowly pulled out, cum and a small amount of blood dripping down Ichigo’s thighs. “What was all that about?” the orange haired male panted out, his heartbeat beginning to settle down to its normal tempo.

There was a pause before Grimmjow grumbled sheepishly, “That stupid dog. I thought he was gonna try to take you away from me, but when I found out he was after me-”

“It made you feel inadequate and off-balanced, so you thought you needed to reclaim me or something, as well as assert your dominance to me and yourself,” Ichigo concluded, the pieces falling into place.

“…Yeah.”

“Silly cat.”

“Does it hurt?” Grimmjow asked, a bit of worry seeping into his voice as he untied his mate.

“Mmh, it aches,” Ichigo moaned as his dominant licked at his bite wound soothingly, and carefully stretching out his sore muscles, “but it’s okay, it felt good,” he breathed, tossing a pleasant, sleepy smile over his shoulder, looking flushed and beautiful and thoroughly sexed up. “Huu…” He shivered as aftershocks of pain and pleasure coursed through his body. It made Grimmjow blush a little.

“Shit, Ichi, yer so sexy…makes me wanna do it over and over again,” he growled, before Ichigo turned onto his back and snaked his arms around his neck to pull him down into a steamy kiss. Round 2, ding ding!

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A couple hours later after showering and replacing the sheets and blankets, the couple made their way down to the living room, Ichigo with an obvious limp. There, they found Yuzu sitting in the middle of the sofa playing with the baby in her lap, who had been bathed and dressed in new clothes and a fresh diaper. The little boy was wearing a soft felt tiger face hat with two slits for his ears, a mini-strawberry by one ear, and two jingle bells by the other were sewed on as well. Matching tiger cub booties were on his tiny feet, and a mini sailor’s uniform made up the rest of Jakeru’s adorable outfit. Karin was seated next to her on the left with a book in her lap, absently shaking a rattle in front of the cub who was trying to catch it.

Jakeru turned towards the two males when they entered, having sensed them using his little button nose. When he spotted Ichigo’s bright orange hair, he started to fuss and reached out with his small grasping hands towards him, wanting to be picked up. Ichigo smiled, and obliged, carefully hoisting the baby into his arms. The baby’s little tail wrapped itself around one of his wrists.

“Dad said he’s perfectly healthy from what he could see, and that you could keep him if you wanted,” Karin mentioned nonchalantly, going back to studying. “He skipped out the door after giving Jak a bath and said he was going to buy him more things to play with.”

“And I called your friend Hanatarou-san from the clinic, and he said he’d loved to give Jak-Jak an exam whenever you’re up to it,” Yuzu added, tickling Jakeru’s feet and making him shriek with laughter.

“Thanks, you two. I’ll give Hanatarou-san a call to confirm, and we’ll get his papers tomorrow after we go see him,” Ichigo nodded, smiling when Grimmjow pulled him down to sit in his lap on the floor. The blue haired hybrid purred, leaning back against the sofa as he wrapped his strong arms around his mate and cub. He noticed the baby looking at him with big, curious doe eyes and smiled slightly, stroking the baby’s soft cheek with the back of a gentle finger. Grimmjow brought his head down to snuffle at the little boy now in his charge, imprinting the scent of baby powder and oranges to memory.

Jakeru giggled when the older male licked his nose, cuddling closer to his new parents and feeling safe and warm. The twins smiled at the sight of the cute little family.

“It’s really amazing how much the baby and you look so much alike, Ichi-nii,” Yuzu commented. “Maybe his mother had orange hair, too.”

Karin smirked, watching as the baby reached up and tugged on her brother’s hair that looked so much like his own. “I think Jakeru thinks you’re his mommy now, Ichi-nii.”

Ichigo scowled at that and was about to retort, when Jakeru attempted to speak his first word, “M…Ma…ma…Ma-ma…Mama!” he exclaimed and threw his small fists into the air, feeling accomplished that he managed to get it out.

“Heh, Mama Ichigo,” Grimmjow chuckled, nuzzling his mate’s stunned, blushing face as he gently rubbed Jakeru on the head for a job well done. The little cub beamed and clapped his hands together happily.

Ichigo groaned, leaning his head onto Grimmjow’s shoulder, “I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I.”

“Nope,” chimed the other three, as little Jak-Jak giggled.

“Mama!”

Epilogue:

“There, all done,” Hanatarou said, quickly putting away the needle and sticking an orange bandage with tiny strawberries on it on top of the injection spot. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he soothed, patting little Jakeru on the back as the little cub sniffled and whined in his arms, burying his face in the crook of the intern’s neck. “Let’s go see your Mama, ne?” The young man walked with a slight limp into the examination room where Ichigo was sitting patiently.

“Hey, pumpkin,” Ichigo smiled at his little baby boy.

Upon seeing his Mama, Jakeru leaned forward and reached out with one hand as he whimpered, wanting his Mama closer to him. The other hand was clinging to Hanatarou’s scrubs; he wanted both maternal figures near him, and as a result, the clothing near Hanatarou’s neck was pulled, revealing a partial view of a not quite healed bite wound. Ichigo’s eyes widened. The bite looked like one end started near the area where Hanatarou’s slender neck and shoulder meet, and the other end was somewhere closer to where his shoulder and arm meet. In other words, a rather large mating mark.

“Er…Hanatarou-san?” Ichigo began, carefully taking Jakeru from the intern and pointing to where his own mating mark was when the young man turned questioning eyes on him. Said eyes widened, and Hanatarou slapped a slim hand to the bite, trying to hide it. Feeling that one of his hands alone didn’t even cover the entire view of what Ichigo had seen, Hanatarou quickly righted his clothes, a deep blush burning his face. “Lemme guess…Kenpachi?” the orange haired teen asked as he stroked his cub’s back to calm him. Well, that explained the limping. Jakeru’s big brown eyes started to droop, tired from the crying, as he laid his head on his Mama’s shoulder.

“Eheh…y-yes,” Hanatarou averted his eyes as he rubbed the mark. “I-It seems after we came home from the park, h-he decided that I was T-The One. I-I think it m-might have been seeing you a-and Grimmjow hugging that got him thinking.”

“Are…you happy? With him?”

Hanatarou looked up and saw that Ichigo was concerned. The orange haired teen didn’t want his friend in a situation that he didn’t want to be in, especially if he had something to do with it, directly or not. “O-Oh, yes! I’m very happy. After being alone for so long, I have a family I can call my own now.” The boy closed his eyes and smiled happily. “No regrets.”

Ichigo nodded, relieved, “Good. Wouldn’t want to give Grimmjow an excuse to fight Kenpachi.” Suddenly, a ‘thud’ and a loud angry hiss were heard. “Speaking of which…” The two humans hurried into the waiting room to find a peeved Grimmjow on his stomach with Kenpachi pinning him down with his massive body weight, the canine grinning wildly. The two males were back to chest, with Kenpachi’s huge paws holding Grimmjow’s wrists to the floor. Yachiru was sitting next to them, gnawing at the cat’s armored tail. “It looks like you finally caught him, guys,” Ichigo chuckled as Grimmjow hissed and glared. The canine gave a strong, deep bark as he panted, his tail wagging crazily in excitement. Yachiru gave a high-pitched bark, letting go of the tail in favor of jumping into Hanatarou’s arms.

“Get off of me!” Grimmjow yowled, squirming to break loose but to no avail. The dog ignored him and nuzzled his face against the feline, rubbing their cheeks together. Grimmjow blushed, aghast and horrified he was reacting this way. Hanatarou sympathized with the poor cat and gently beckoned his large mate to him.

“Come on, Ken. You’ve got him, now let him go so you can c-chase him another day, ne?” the intern reasoned, and was relieved when Kenpachi relented, albeit reluctantly with a low whine, but not before he left a teasing nibble to the pretty kitty’s ear. He chuckled at the bristling Grimmjow. It so much fun to tease him. Yachiru glomped the blue haired hybrid briefly before hopping off to avoid Grimmjow’s swatting hand, and leaped onto her spot on Kenpachi’s broad shoulder, yipping cheerfully at the irritated cat.

Before Grimmjow could make a move, Ichigo cleverly passed Jakeru onto his mate in order to calm him down. “Jakeru wants to see his daddy.” The teen hid a smile when the little cub snuggled into his daddy’s strong arms, wanting to sleep. “Dada…”

Grimmjow sent a dirty look at his smirking mate. He knew what Ichigo was doing, but was powerless to do anything about it when his cub was so sleepy and wanting to cuddle. The tom cat sighed resignedly, foiled again, before he started up a soft, lulling purr, rocking the baby until those big brown doe eyes closed in slumber.

Ichigo smiled at the sight, before turning to his friend, “Well, thanks for everything, Hanatarou-san. We’ll just head out now, so you can lock up.” They were the last ones in the clinic and Hanatarou was on closing duty.

The younger male nodded, “It was no problem. I-I’ll see you at school, Ichigo-san.” The two waved goodbye as Ichigo led a still annoyed Grimmjow out of the clinic, one of the cat’s arms wrapped around his mate possessively as the other cradled a sleeping Jakeru. Hanatarou saw his orange haired friend laid his head on Grimmjow’s shoulder before they walked out of sight. The intern smiled.

Suddenly, Kenpachi scooped him up into his muscular arms, startling the poor boy. “Mmm,” Kenpachi let out a low growl, burying his nose in his little mate’s hair. Hanatarou let out a soft giggle when Kenpachi began to snuffle him. He reached up and placed a gentle kiss on the canine’s eye patch, stroking the sides of his angular face lovingly. Yachiru nudged her head against his gently, and he scratched her behind the ears. Her pink tail wagged at lightning speed from the affectionate attention.

“Let’s lock up and go home, ne?” He received two affirmative barks.

Just as he was about to ask Ken to let him down, Yachiru suddenly chirped, “Hana-chan! Hana-chan! I want a little brother!” Hanatarou’s eyes popped open comically as Kenpachi’s dark, rumbling chuckles sent shivers down his spine.

…Oh, boy.

Owari.