My Strawberry Kitten

A/N: Gah, I’m so sorry of the late update! My muse is beginning to abandon me once again, and I just wasn’t in a smutty mood until Sunday. But I managed to finish this chapter, so all is goot, and it’s rather long. :D I also 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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It’d only been three days, and already Grimmjow was at his limit. He wasn’t used to being denied, but ever since Ichigo whooped those thugs’ asses, the hybrid had become more and more difficult to seduce into bed. He remembered all too clearly the utterly savage look on Ichigo’s face that night, and though he wouldn’t admit it, he’d rather avoid that look at all costs, especially if it were to be directed toward him. He’d been rather cautious not to push his pet too far, but also reluctant to back off in his pursuit. He was the Master here, for gods’ sakes!



To make matters worse, Ichigo had somehow sensed his inner turmoil and proceeded to take advantage of the situation, mercilessly teasing his Master in every possible way he could think of for all the man was worth, which was quite a lot.



The other day while cleaning, the neko had stumbled upon all the costumes Grimmjow had made him wear from Ayame’s shop inside the deepest corners of the blunet’s closet. He had started wearing them around the house in a strangely ironic act of vengeance for what had happened in Ayame’s dressing room, knowing his Master wouldn’t do a damn thing about it or do anything to him any longer, at least not without his consent. Of course, Ichigo would never harm his Master in any way; he wouldn’t allow himself to, by choice and by instinct, but Grimmjow didn’t need to know that, so he’d indulge himself in baiting his Master for as long as he had the upper hand.



Grimmjow had nearly died from blood loss when he came home to Ichigo washing dishes wearing nothing but that silk maid’s apron, blinking at him in mock confusion like it was nothing out of the ordinary, but the hybrid’s tail flicking back and forth behind him in lazy satisfaction had given him away as Grimmjow had attempted to stop the blood flow from his nose.



Now becoming desperate for some answers, Grimmjow phoned the first person to pop up in his head who could possibly help. He couldn’t go on like this.



“Ah, so he finally went into heat? I predicted that he would after a few days when you two left my shop,” Urahara mused over the phone. “About time he did, too. It really depends on the species. You see, hybrids don’t go into their first heat unless they’ve found their lifelong mate, or mates in some cases, who also need to accept them as such. Hybrids refer to their mates as their Chosen if the hybrid is a beta male or female, or their intended if the hybrid is an Alpha.”



“Yeah, yeah, I got that part,” Grimmjow spoke impatiently, looking out at the city through his office window, “Now what the hell do I do now about my situation?”



“When betas have found their Chosens,” Urahara went on, as if he didn’t hear the CEO which made the man growl in annoyance, “they instinctively become compliant and submissive towards their Alphas upon their first meeting, wanting to please them no matter what their personality might have been like beforehand. But once the betas have entered their first heat cycle and have been claimed and accepted as a mate, their former personalities slowly start to come back to them now that they are secure with the fact that their Alphas are satisfied with their mating; betas are usually marked with a bite to the base of the neck as proof of that.”



Grimmjow thought back to bite mark he left on Ichigo and the strange air about the neko that one morning, the pieces of the puzzle now coming together.



“Though Ichigo is not your typical beta male with his lithe frame and musculature and that scowling face, he is naturally an introverted creature. Ever since his mother’s death, he likes to keep to himself most of the time and be left alone. Now that he’s out of heat and has been claimed, he’s back to his old self: determined, cynical, and headstrong with a dry, witty sense of humor. He’s also very protective of those he holds near and dear,” Urahara noted, finished with his explanation.



“So in short, if he doesn’t want it, he’s gonna fight me on it?” Grimmjow asked, though it sounded more like a resigned statement. He didn’t want his bodyguard, or even his housewife right now; he wanted his sex Kitten, dammit!



“Every step of the way, according to his behavior in the past. He was the biggest prude before you stepped into the shop. So until his next heat cycle in the fall, he’s going to stay the way he is now. I’m afraid you’re out of luck, Jaegerjaques-san.”



Grimmjow sighed morosely, rubbing his forehead.



“But! I think I might have something here in the shop that could help you~”



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That night back at home, Ichigo eyed the object in his Master’s hands and crossed his toned arms defiantly, a deep scowl set upon his face. “Absolutely not.”



“Aw c’mon, Ichi! Have a sense of adventure. I know you’ll really like it once we get goin’,” the man coaxed huskily with a leer, snapping the rope he had tight with his hands. Ichigo’s scowl deepened further as he shook his head resolutely and took a wary step back when Grimmjow slowly stalked towards him, a lecherous, maniacal grin on that devastatingly handsome face. “Doesn’t matter. You don’t have a choice,” and with those words, the comedic chase began.



Wide-eyed, Ichigo leap-frogged over his Master when he pounced, frantically climbing back onto his feet and took off with Grimmjow right on his tail (no pun intended). The blunet chased his neko around the suite in circles before Ichigo decided to go for the bedroom in hopes of locking him out, but just as he was reaching for the doorknob towards safety, Grimmjow tackled him to the ground from behind. Working efficiently, the older man straddled him and quickly tied his hands together behind his back, crowing in triumph, “Just what I was thinkin’, Ichi!”



Grimmjow stood and hefted his wiggling catch over his muscled shoulder fireman-style as Ichigo thrashed and struggled in his grip. “Gah, no! Let me go! Put me down!” the hybrid demanded, and yelped when he was tossed onto the large king-sized bed, Grimmjow crawling in after him. Ichigo attempted to scramble backwards with his feet but was quickly caught and flipped over onto his stomach. Before he knew it, he was swiftly stripped from the waist down, his shirt pushed up and over his head to bunch near his bound hands behind his back. His knees were forced apart and something was cuffed to his ankles, preventing him from closing his legs. Ichigo quickly looked and saw that it was a separator bar. Where the hell had that come from?! Then, Grimmjow grabbed his tail and pulled him up onto his knees, face down, bottom up.



Ichigo bit back a whimper at the rough treatment. “Heh, well doesn’t this seem familiar,” Grimmjow smirked, raking his eyes down Ichigo’s squirming body hungrily. “Damn, this position makes you look so hot, Ichi. And that’s just the beginning.” Chuckling evilly, Grimmjow swiped a bag off the floor and placed it next to him, one hand on the neko’s back, firmly keeping Ichigo in his place. “Now where is it…” the older man muttered, sifting threw the contents of the bag one-handed before he found what he was looking for, “Ah, here it is!” Upon seeing the gag ball in his Master’s hand, Ichigo struggled further in his binds, clenching his jaws shut and refusing to have that thing in his mouth. “Oh no, you don’t,” the blunet growled, reaching under and squeezed Ichigo’s cock harshly.



“AH!” the neko jolted and Grimmjow took the opportunity to shove the large gag into his mouth, managing to get it in only halfway because of its size, and securely buckled it around Ichigo’s head. As he continued to try to free himself no matter how futile it was, Ichigo began to feel…strange. What was that intoxicating smell? Slowly his struggles ceased as his body became lax, his penis hardening while his breathing became heavier. It felt like he was coming into another heat cycle, but that was impossible, wasn’t it? He just came out of one not too long ago!



“Hm, looks like it’s workin’,” Grimmjow sat back and observed, and Ichigo had to fight back a moan as the sound of his Chosen’s low, rough voice caressed his ears. “Didn’t know if I could trust that Urahara character, but it seems like he came through after all. How do ya like ‘Love Nip’, pet? It’s a mix of catnip and an aphrodisiac that the crazy shop keeper invented. I put some into the ball of yer gag that was specially hollowed out just for this and pricked with tiny holes to let the fumes out. It’s supposed ta simulate all the symptoms of yer heat once you get a good whiff of it,” the blunet grinned gleefully and dumped the rest of the contents of the bag onto the bed, “and now, to play with all the other toys I have for you…”



Ichigo’s muscles tensed and he shut his eyes tight when he felt a mischievous finger travel down his spine, leaving a trail of tingling heat in its wake. He bit into the gag, not wanting to give his Master the satisfaction of hearing him moan, but couldn’t help gasping quietly when that same finger dipped in between his firm cheeks and lightly circled around his exposed entrance.



“Yer already soakin’ wet down here,” Grimmjow mused, suddenly pushing two fingers into moist heat without preamble. Ichigo couldn’t stop a strangled sound from leaving his throat as he raised his ass higher, wanting more. Gods, he was so hot…The fingers left, leaving him feeling unbearably empty, until something slender and smooth and rounded at the tip was pushed into him instead, and something else slipped over his erection to hold the base of his cock tightly. He wriggled at the bizarre, squishy, gelatinous feeling of the object inside him and stiffened in shock when it started to move, side to side. It was a vibe!



Grimmjow smirked as the hybrid keened, a light sheen of sweat slicking his pet’s body as Ichigo writhed slowly on the sheets. What a delectable picture his little neko made, with his head turned to the side against the pillow, his mouth stretched open by the gag, his face flushed wantonly, and those tea colored eyes glazed over with lust. The blunet watched as Ichigo cried out and arched in what would have been an orgasm had it not been for the cock ring, before his trembling upper body slumped against the bed, his dick still achingly hard and an angry red color.



“Heh, and now for something bigger,” Grimmjow grinned sadistically, pulling put the vibe and shoving a bigger, longer dildo up Ichigo’s unsuspecting ass. The hybrid shrieked loudly, tears pricking his eyes at the sudden pain of being stretched so quickly and the pleasure of being filled. “Hm, seems like it won’t go in all the way. Yer short a couple inches. We’ll hafta fix that,” the older man remarked in a seemingly careless tone, reaching over for a paddle and testing it out on his palm before raising it in the air. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!



Ichigo’s inevitable scream reverberated around the around the room, even with the gag on. It drove Grimmjow wild, his dick quickly swelling up inside his expensive trousers. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The poor neko shook so hard from the abusive pleasure the blows created, he rattled the cuffs of the separator bar fastened to his ankles; Grimmjow had nailed his sensitive spot with each and every blow. With the aphrodisiac running through his veins, the ecstasy was intensified ten-fold. It hurt so good.



“There, now it’s all the way in,” the man commented, proudly patting his pet’s quivering hole where the dildo bottomed out. He leaned over Ichigo’s panting, defenseless form, hands on either side as he bent down closer to whisper cruelly into one twitching ear, “Maybe I should just leave ya here like this for a while, yeah? For makin’ me run around like that just to catch ya, you naughty boy.” He had no intention to, of course, but Ichigo didn’t know that. “Maybe this time you’ll learn yer lesson.” Ichigo whimpered and shook his head ‘no’, panicking when Grimmjow moved off the bed. He turned pleading honey brown eyes over his shoulder to his Master’s arctic blues and Grimmjow growled, so aroused by the sheer vulnerability his pet was displaying. “Mm, or maybe I’ll have mercy on ya, just this once.” He undressed and climbed back onto the bed, nipping at the boy’s ear playfully.



Ichigo mewled, rubbing his body up against the strong, solid one hovering over him as much as he could in humbled appreciativeness. In turn, the move made the dildo nudge his prostate, making him flinch in pleasure and another empty climax.



“Heh, looks like my little sex Kitten is back. Good. Let’s try something different next, yeah?” Grimmjow murmured, pulling out the large and lengthy dildo before tossing it over his shoulder like he did with the vibe in favor for the next thing he had in mind. With Ichigo’s body still lax from the dry orgasm but still hot and ready for more, Grimmjow met no resistance as he briefly untied the neko’s hands to release his rumpled shirt, rolling him over onto his back before retying him to one of the prongs on the wrought iron headboard, arms over his head and hands bound together once more.



Then, Grimmjow released his ankles from the separator bar since it was no longer needed, before the man began his sinfully delightful torture, taking his time to caress and massage each and every part of the boy’s body. Ichigo tugged on the rope that bound him half-heartedly as Grimmjow grinned like the predator he was, forcing him to make little humiliating noises.



“Mm, I love it when you make those sexy sounds for me, Ichi-pet,” Grimmjow purred. He avoided the places where his Kitten wanted it most and didn’t stop his ministrations until the hybrid ‘came’ at least two more times. The man pulled away meanly just as Ichigo was going to lose it again, ignoring his pleading whimpers to retrieve a string of anal beads. The beads were made of jade, ranging from a small marble to over the size of a golf ball. Ichigo moaned and mewled as each of the beads pressed in one at a time, slowly building up inside him until the very last one.



The hybrid closed his eyes and panted around his gag, his damp tangerine hair sticking his forehead as he let the deliciously sinful pleasure wash over him. With an abrupt pull, the smooth beads sliding against his most sensitive muscles and were suddenly gone, triggering another unsatisfying orgasm on their way out from Ichigo as he arched and writhed.



He couldn’t stand it anymore. Ichigo let out a small sob, tears beginning to trickle down his reddened cheeks unbidden as his neglected erection throbbed painfully. It had turned purple, it hurt so bad.



“My poor Kitten,” Grimmjow crooned, reaching up to unbuckle the gag and untie his pet. Once the ropes were off, Ichigo flung his lithe arms around his Master’s neck, shaking horribly in his lap. The blunet wrapped an arm around his waist and ran a hand up and down his back in a calming motion, kissing his neko’s sweaty temple. “Shh, shh, it’s all right now. I’ll make you feel better, make you feel so good, I promise.”



Ichigo moaned softly when those warm hands cupped his bum and spread his cheeks, two fingers slipped into him easily and scissoring to see how loose he was. “Nnh…Master,” he groaned deeply, rubbing his cheek against his Master’s as Grimmjow peppered kisses down his neck. The fingers left him to be replaced with an impressive erection sliding against his opening teasingly and he was lifted up slightly, his knees on either side of Grimmjow and slowly sank down all the way to the base.



Grimmjow growled huskily, reveling in the snug heat of his pet. Even after all that, his Kitten was still tight, fitting him like a glove. “Nnyaah…” the neko moaned quietly, a faint tremble shaking his body. It was so hot…so hot…He licked the shell of the older man’s ear, nibbling on it as his Master began to move.



The blunet attempted to go slow, but with the way Ichigo was clenching and unclenching around him, and nuzzling against him so cutely, not to mention how long they’d both been holding out, waiting was simply out of the question.



“Tell me you want it,” he commanded gruffly, pulling on Ichigo’s orange striped tail.



“Ughn…Yes, I want it,” Ichigo moaned, arching himself closer. So with that, Grimmjow gritted his teeth and bucked up harshly on the downward stroke of Ichigo’s hips. “Aah!” the neko gasped, gripping the man’s shoulders as he was bounced up and down on his lap, his painful erection trapped between their sweat-slicked bodies. It quickly spun out of control from there, their movements going faster and harder as Grimmjow ate at his mouth, plundering the sweet cavern hungrily. “Mmh…” the neko hybrid mewled, carding his hands through damp sky blue hair and pulling their bodies together as close as humanly possible.



Wanting a better angle, Grimmjow laid them back down on the bed, pulling back out of Ichigo’s embrace and held his Kitten’s legs up high in the air as he continued to rut against the boy, able to go deeper from the position. In response, Ichigo subconsciously tucked his paws under his chin in a sign of submission, his face lowered to the side. Half-lidded honey brown pools gazed up at him in dazed passion from the corners of Ichigo’s eyes, a little pink tongue peeking out of his neko’s mouth as he panted heavily.



“Fuck, Kitten…” the blunet groaned, pausing to allow the legs to fall to either side of him. They wrapped around his waist as the man moved closer to his pet, taking Ichigo’s hands in his and pinned them to the bed, lacing their fingers together.



“Yes, fuck Kitten…More, Master…give me more…Please, don’t stop!” Ichigo pleaded desperately. The neko was now so far gone in his desire that all he could do was gasp and moan with each renewed thrust, the pressure building higher and higher. The blunet bent his head down for a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, their tongues clean out of their mouths as the two muscles twisted and danced against each other, saliva dripping down their chins.



“A-ahn!” Ichigo cried out weakly when the older man struck his spot, and hooked his ankles together behind his Master’s back, wanting him closer until he was almost on top of him. He gave a broken mewl as Grimmjow’s pace became faster and more powerful, hitting his spot again and again with deadly precision. “Master…please, I beg of you, let me cum…please…” The orange haired teen whimpered, licking his Master’s face.



“Hold on, Kitten,” Grimmjow grunted, releasing his hands to plant them both on the bed, using more force to drive his hips into Ichigo as hard as he could. Wet slapping sounds rang clearly inside the room amongst Ichigo’s whimpering and his own harsh breathing. So close…Almost there-!



“Ah, please! Grimmjow-sam~ah! AAAAAHH!!!” the hybrid screamed himself raw in the midst of his climax when the cock ring was suddenly released and Grimmjow clamped down on Ichigo’s mating mark, reaffirming their bond as the teen’s hands twisted in the sheets. Streams of semen splattered across his chest and stomach, some even managing to hit his chin and collarbone.



The deliciously obscene display pushed the blunet off the edge. “Ichigo,” Grimmjow grunted roughly, bucking his hips once more and came deep inside the boy’s exhausted, hypersensitive body. Ichigo made a tired sound in the back of his throat at the feeling while his shuddering body recovered from the most gratifying orgasm he’d experience yet. His Master slowly pulled out and got up to wash himself off before coming back with a warm, damp wash cloth to wipe him clean, making him purr silently. He was nearly asleep by the time the man got up again to toss the cloth in the hamper and crawled in next to him on the bed.



The older man gather up his little Kitten into his arms, buried his face in soft, slightly damp, orange spikes, and a cocky grin crossed his face when Ichigo sleepily tucked his head under his strong jaw. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques got what he wanted. Always.



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A little earlier elsewhere…



In the Zaraki household, dinner was just wrapping up. Hantarou was gathering the dishes to be washed while Kenpachi chased Yachiru around the house for her bath. Obviously, the girl was winning if the annoyed tick and the aggravated expression on the large man’s face was anything to go by. The hybrid gave a light giggle behind his hand before he decided to help his Master catch the little pink haired pixie.



“Yachiru-chama (1),” Hanatarou called, “Let’s go take a bath, ne?”



“Okay, Hana-chan!” Yachiru shouted as she launched herself at him for a piggyback. He threw a smile over his shoulder, receiving a bright one in return, before he hefted her up more comfortably onto his back.



“How the hell do you get the brat to listen to ya?” Zaraki grunted irritably, his huge arms crossed in front of his chest. He was a little out of breath from chasing the little menace but stubbornly refused to let in show, breathing deeply and evenly through his nose. Hanatarou shrugged and smiled again before he carried Yachiru upstairs into the bathroom with the big man following behind him, still muttering under his breath.



Once he got Yachiru settled down, the little girl quickly and unashamedly threw off her clothes before she hopped into the bubble bath Hanatarou prepared for her. The canine laughed, shielding his face with his arms and closing an eye from the resulting splash. They shared a giggle before the hybrid picked up a washcloth and lathered it up with soap for Yachiru to use. When the little girl did as she was told, Hanatarou washed and conditioned her hair. This was all done in about 10 minutes. Zaraki stood by the doorway, amazed.



“Okay, Yachiru-chama, you are all nice and clean,” Hanatarou said softly as he unplugged the bath. “Now for a quick rinse.” The hybrid grabbed the showerhead and turned it on to warm. He politely kept his gaze on her smiling face and once she was rid of soapsuds, he turned off the water, placed the showerhead where it belonged, and wrapped a big, pink fluffy towel around his charge. “I’ll go to your bedroom and turn down the bed for you while you dry off and get into your jammies, all right?” he said as he went over to the bathroom closet to retrieve said jammies and a pair of undies, setting them on the closed toilet seat.



“Okay, Hana-chan!” Yachiru chirped before shaking her head like a dog, send water droplets everywhere. He smiled and moved aside for Zaraki to take over dressing her, giggling as he walked away from his Master’s grumbling, “Dammit, brat. That goes the wrong way.”



“Oops!” Yachiru piped up. He couldn’t stop smiling as he went into her very pink room and turned down her sheets for her, shaking his head in amusement when the little rascal came launching in from the door and jumped onto the bed.



He tucked her in snuggly and kissed her forehead, “Goodnight, little Mistress.”



“G’night, Hana-chan,” she replied yawning, and Hanatarou stepped aside for his Master to read her a bedtime story. As Zaraki’s deep, rumbling voice filled the room, Hanatarou quietly stepped out of the room and went downstairs to finish washing the dishes, humming as he did so.



Just when he placed the last plate onto the drying rack and turned off the sink a little while later, big, muscular arms wrapped themselves around his thin waist, greatly startling him. “Whoa, calm down there, pup,” a rough voice muttered as an equally big and muscular body pressed up against his back. Hanatarou didn’t even hear him come in.



“M-M-Master?!”



“Hmm,” the man grunted, “I thought I told you to call me Kenpachi.”



“K-Kenpachi-sama,” Hanatarou murmured, correcting himself, “W-What are y-you doing…?”



“What does it look like, pup,” a meaty paw slowly crept inside Hanatarou’s light yukata, “No matter how thickheaded Jag or anybody else thinks I am, I saw those looks you threw at me when ya thought I wasn’t lookin’.” Big, wide eyes looked up at the towering man. “Why didn’t you ever say nothin’?”



The pup shrunk into himself as looked down at his feet timidly, small, slender hands lightly resting on top of the mighty arm around his waist. “…I-I…I never t-thought you c-could ever want s-someone like m-me, e-especially not like t-that,” he whispered, “a-and why would you anyway…? I-I’m nothing special, I have n-nothing to offer. Being a-adopted by you and Yachiru-chama was e-enough for me. It w-was all I c-could ever ask f-for. I-I couldn’t allow m-myself to h-hope for m-more.” Big, blue eyes began to well up with moisture, and when the first tear trailed down a soft cheek and dropped onto Kenpachi’s arm, Hanatarou found himself whirled around and swept up off his feet. “E-eh?!” He held his hands near his heart as he was greeted by his Master’s frowning face, flinching when Kenpachi abruptly brought their faces together.



“Don’t ever talk about yerself like that again,” the big man growled, but contrary to his harsh words, he gently licked up his pup’s tears and thumbed away the rest, marveling at the soft skin. “Of course yer special. Otherwise we woulda adopted someone else, but we didn’t. We both wanted ya, and I’ll be the judge of what you can and cannot offer,” he squeezed Hanatarou’s bum and leered down at the blushing face when the pup gave a high-pitched yelp. “Besides, didn’t you choose us? …Chose me?”



Wide blue eyes found one uncovered golden orb. “Y-You knew…?”



Kenpachi shrugged. “I was listenin’ to that shop keeper guy…just not all of it, but I heard that part.” He chuckled as his pup buried his flustered face into his massive chest, a paw clutching his shirt. The large man bent his head and gently nuzzled the top of the canine hybrid’s soft black hair. “I’m glad ya did though.”



Hanatarou lifted his face up, a heavy blush still present, but there was that soft smile Kenpachi loved curving his lips, though the CEO would never admit it to anyone. “I am too, Mast-erm…Kenpachi-sama.”



“Good,” he nodded, before a toothy, predatory grin split his face, “now about what ya have to offer…” Hanatarou squeaked when he was shifted and hauled up and forced to wrap his limbs around his Master lest he fall. He moaned when a powerful hand squeezed his ass again and Kenpachi took the opportunity of his open mouth to ravish his pet. Somehow, Kenpachi managed to get them into his room and locked the door before they got down and dirty. Good thing Yachiru’s room was on the other side of the house, because unbeknownst to the couple, Hanatarou’s heat cycle would soon kick in…



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1. A mix of the suffixes ‘-chan’ and ‘-sama’, explained to Hanatarou by Yachiru when he asked her what he should call her. I believed Kirimi from Ouran High School Host Club called Tamaki her ‘Onii-chama’ in one episode. :3 I could be mistaken. Lolol.



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A/N: Dunno if I’ll be on time with the next update (no smut, sorry guys XD), but I’ll try! Two more chapters to go, and then I’m done!