The Pet Series

Title: Claiming
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen x Grimmjow
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2124, including omake
Summary: The Espada were punished for their earlier stun with Grimmjow but it wasn’t enough for Aizen, who decides to assert his claim over the feline once and for all.
Warnings: Lemon like wow (as in near PWP), boylove and panthera!Grimmjow.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I don't make any profit of it.


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Grimmjow’s tail switched left and right as he waited for Aizen, just as the man had demanded, the appendage expressing his unease. He sure hoped he wouldn’t get into trouble with the former captain this time. After all it wasn’t his fault if half of the Espada were perverts and couldn’t (or wouldn’t) keep it in their pants.

The Sexta finally grew tired of being on his feet and was just flopping down onto his bed when a loud explosion shook the walls of his room. Grimmjow startled and jumped back up in alarm, his fur standing on ends.

His ears perked up as the noise died down, his natural curiosity demanding that he immediately checked the origin of the disturbance. He quickly gave up on that idea though as he wasn’t about to go against Aizen’s orders, not when he was still unsure as to what his status was with the other man. Reluctantly laying back down onto the bed he instinctively curled into a ball and waited nervously for his master.

After half an hour with no sign of Aizen he started to doze off, his body still feeling the strain of his week long period of heat and was about to fall asleep when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of his door opening. He quickly raised his head to face his visitor, and was greeted by the sight of Aizen closing the door behind him.

"Aizen-sama?" he said, more of an interrogation than a statement when he saw the tired look on his master’s face.

"I see you followed my orders Grimmjow. That’s good."

Grimmjow’s cheeks colored lightly at the praise, his tail betraying his mood as it rose lightly above the small of his back in a straight line. Aizen merely gave him one of his smiles and sat down next to him on the bed. The former captain’s next act surprised him as the man grabbed one long lock of blue hair and started running it between his fingers, his eyes uncharacteristically soft.

"Aizen-sama…" Grimmjow started, unsure at the idea of breaking the unexpected peaceful moment but feeling the need to ask anyway "what- what was that all about? I mean, what happened back there in the meeting room?"

Aizen’s eyes darkened, before he let the lock of hair he had been playing with drop back onto the bed.

"I… merely reminded my Espada that I do not tolerate people trying to use what’s mine."

"Huh?" Grimmjow blinked, tilting his head to the side like a curious kitten and not quite sure as to what he should make of those words.

Aizen couldn’t help but laugh lightly at Grimmjow’s puzzled look and took hold of the panther’s chin, letting his fingers rub lightly against his cheek. Grimmjow’s breath caught in his throat at the touch, his lips parting lightly, and Aizen felt a pang of satisfaction at the obvious effect he had on the feline.

"You belong to me Grimmjow, both in body and soul," He declared, his expression growing serious as he stared hard at his Sexta Espada "and I don’t want you to… what was your expression? Ah yes, I don’t want you to ‘lift your tail’ for anybody but me. Is that clear?"

His touch stayed firm as Grimmjow froze beneath his hand, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"Oh." Was all he said, his voice a tad softer than normal.

Aizen merely watched him, observing the emotions defiling in those expressive blue eyes. At least he took it better than expected, he thought.

He had actually been a little afraid at first that Grimmjow would not react very well to his declaration of ownership as the man was, true to his lineage, as temperamental and changing as a cat. He could fly into a rage at the drop of a hat or let slide things that would usually piss him off. You just had to be lucky and catch him at the right moment.

And I guess I caught him at the right time. Aizen thought smugly as he watched his Espada shift nervously on the bed, his tail curling around his legs in a gesture meant to reassure the feline.

Grimmjow stayed uncharacteristically silent, merely looking down at his hands though he would shot glances at Aizen every once in a while. He was obviously waiting for something, his claws unconsciously digging into the sheets. Aizen felt another smile slowly spread across his face, and tugged Grimmjow forward with the hand that was still holding his chin.

The panther hollow fell against his chest with a soft noise of surprise, only to gasp in pleasant surprise when Aizen’s lips covered his in a tender kiss. Grimmjow’s eyes grew wide for a split second, before falling close as he pressed himself closer to the former captain, a purr building in the back of his throat.

Aizen deepened the kiss, pleased at the reaction he was getting from his dear pet. He drew the arrancar onto his lap, petting the furry ears and watched in delight when the purring creature rubbed himself shamelessly against him like a house cat. His hands trailed down Grimmjow’s back to settle on his waist then, one hand coming to stroke the small of his back where his tail met his spine. Grimmjow’s purrs grew louder, until his tail shifted to the side and slightly upward as in invitation, and his purrs took a distinctively huskier quality.

"I thought you weren’t in heat anymore." Aizen couldn’t help but tease the Espada in his arms.

Grimmjow’s eyes opened slightly, his mouth twitching into a near pout though he never stopped rubbing against his master.

"I said it was ‘mostly over’, not that it was done for good."

The panther purred heatedly, and Aizen felt his lower body stir in response to the blatant offering.

"Very well," he murmured, enjoying the shiver that ran through the Espada’s body "then it is my duty as your master to… help you with your condition."

With a swift roll of his hips he had Grimmjow flat on his back, his own body towering over the sprawled arrancar. He only gave himself a second to admire those bright blue eyes staring at him in need before he attacked Grimmjow’s neck. He teased and nipped at the skin, surprisingly soft in spite of the arrancar’s hierro, while his hands explored the lithe armoured body.

Grimmjow answered in kind, making small, mewl like sounds before instincts commanded him to get on all fours. The arrancar writhed beneath the former captain until he was on his knees and dismissed his armour in a flash of blue light, his purring now a low growl. Aizen’s breath stopped for an instant as he gazed at the slender body revealed to him, feeling a wave of smugness for he knew Grimmjow would never have removed his protection completely while he was mating with the other Espada. Only he had the privilege of seeing the panther like this.

His attention was brought back to the matter at hand when Grimmjow’s long tail raised high above his back and shifted to the side in a clear invitation to mate.

And who am I to say no to such a demand? Aizen thought pleasantly.

The former captain quickly putted his fingers into his mouth, covering them in saliva before bringing the lubricated digits to Grimmjow’s entrance when he estimated they were sufficiently wet. He started to probe at the tight opening, only to have Grimmjow’s tail wrap around his wrist.

"It’s okay; I don’t need preparation when I’m still in heat."

He half purred half growled, causing Aizen’s eyebrow to disappear into his hairline.

"If you are sure." Aizen agreed, deciding to humour his Espada. He would just take it very slow as to not hurt his kitten.

Loosening his obi just enough to slip a hand inside his white hakama he freed his hard length and positioned himself for entrance between Grimmjow’s spread thighs. He then carefully pressed the tip against the tight ring of muscles and slowly started to push inside the velvety heat.

And immediately let out a gasp as he realised that Grimmjow had been right.

The arrancar did not need preparation at all, his body naturally slick and wet from being in heat. Grimmjow was relaxed and accepting, his inner walls clinging snugly against Aizen’s weeping member in a perfect fit as he sunk deep inside him in a single thrust.

The blue haired hollow moaned at the penetration, tail curling in bliss and his ears flicking forward. He instinctively pushed his rear back against Aizen’s hips, his body and mind completely focused on being mated.

It was the hottest thing Aizen had ever seen.

And he wanted more, more of those delicious sounds the arrancar was making, more of everything.

Locking one arm around Grimmjow’s waist to control his movement he slowly pulled out, sheathing his throbbing erection back to the base inside that burning body with a groan. Grimmjow mewled louder and instinctively shoved himself back onto his length, claws tearing at the bed sheets.

"Harder!" He panted, and Aizen allowed himself a smug smirk before he picked up his pace.

Soon they had a rhythm established, Aizen keeping Grimmjow’s upper body pinned down onto the bed as he held onto his hips, hitting his prostate with every stroke while the arrancar pushed back into his thrusts mindlessly, legs spreading wide for deeper and easier penetration, the instinct to mate ruling his every thoughts.

Grimmjow’s black tail flicked wildly at the harsh pounding he was getting, brushing tantalisingly against Aizen’s face every time he buried himself inside that tight entrance. The soft fur was a welcome sensation to his senses and he grabbed the twitching appendage to better appreciate its silky quality, stroking the base firmly. Grimmjow’s muscles clenched around him so hard in response that he almost came on the spot.

Aizen’s already tenuous control dissolved right there, until he was slamming into his Espada with all his strength. Nothing else mattered but the pliant, warm body beneath him and the need to complete his claim over the panther in the most primitive of ways.

Sneaking a hand between their bodies Aizen teased his fingers down the straining erection he found there, pulling a desperate, breathless moan from his Espada. With a few more caresses he had Grimmjow howling into the sheets and tearing the white fabric apart as he released over his hands and onto the bed. The feline’s body tensed with his orgasm, the increased tightness finally pushing Aizen over the edge. He clenched Grimmjow’s hips as he rode his own orgasm, locking the arrancar into place as he filled Grimmjow to the brim with his seed.

The blue haired man collapsed onto the bed with a mewl of pure bliss, utterly spent and visibly shivering with the aftermath. Aizen had to manoeuvre his body carefully as to not fall down with him, resting his weight on his forearms to keep his balance. He then slowly pulled out of the man, watching as Grimmjow curled up into a ball and promptly fell asleep with a tender expression that would have surprised his subordinates, had they been here to see it.

"Sleep well." He murmured.

Aizen brushed back a few locks of hair from Grimmjow’s sleeping face and allowed himself a rare honest smile, before spooning behind the Sexta and pulling what was left of the sheets over their exhausted forms, finally at peace.

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OMAKE:


Tousen stood in the meeting room, puzzled as his senses confirmed once again that the room was empty.

"How strange…" he murmured "Could I have misjudged the time?"

He was about to scan the palace with his reiatsu when a familiar voiced stopped him.

"Hey Tousen! Wha’cha doing here?"

"Gin." He acknowledged, before a small frown twisted his features. "I thought there was supposed to be a meeting today. Has it been cancelled?"

Gin almost shook with laughter, and Tousen’s confusion rose up a few notches.

"The meeting was cancelled early ‘cos some of the Espada were being naughty and had to be taken to the infirmary!" the silver haired man practically singed "By the way, Aizen-sama and Grimmjow will be sleeping in tomorrow so don’t wake them up okay? Now excuse me, I need to borrow Szayel’s camera to take dirty pictures of the kitty and our dear leader. See you!"

Gin danced away merrily with another burst of laughter, leaving Tousen alone in the devastated meeting room (not that he could see it).

"Dirty pictures of…. "

The blind man repeated, his brain desperately working to make sense of what he had just been told until-

"GIN!!"