My Strawberry Kitten

A/N: Well here it is! The last chapter (at least with GrimmIchi) is now officially done, and on time. :) T’is both a sad and happy moment for me, and I thank everyone who has enjoyed and followed this story to the end, especially all the wonderful people who supported me. Yur fabulous reviews made my day always; over 200! That was double what I received for ‘Stray’ and then some. Yu guys rock, so tank yu from the bottom of my heart; they’ve meant a lot. Now off to the final chapter of MSK. Tank yu all once again for following me on this crazy ride. :D Jakeru is mine! :3



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A few months later…



Grimmjow stormed in through the door, not taking in the luxurious trophies and trinkets scattered through out the room, the royal blues and blacks and whites of the decor, or anything else for that matter. He quietly slammed the door shut since the twins should be sleeping by now at this time of night, and flopped down onto his black leather couch by the grand fireplace tiredly, furious cyan eyes glaring into the hearth. The warm fire danced merrily, unaware of his fury. Thankfully, Pantera was keeping to himself by the window when he’d sensed the blue haired man’s mood upon entering. He decided to go and watch over the slumbering young’uns in order to let his owner cool down a bit, even closing the door to the twins’ room behind him. Smart cat.



Today was just not the blunet’s day. This morning, Grimmjow had woken up and reached over to find Ichigo not in bed with him. While he had been still groggy from sleep and cranky from waking up alone, he had accidentally turned on the cold water when he went to take his shower. At breakfast, his favorite coffee was gone (though some tea along side a warm stack of homemade pancakes topped with whipped cream and strawberries served on his flushed, protesting Kitten’s hot body had been a delicious substitute. Pantera had distracted the cubs. Again). That had caused him to be late to a business meeting. Said meeting had not gone well at all and the CEO had been beyond pissed off at the utter incompetence and stupidity he had to deal with. Then he remembered he didn’t, and fired half his board members. Good riddance, though he had to miss lunch in order to supervise the clean up of the mess left behind by those idiots, which also caused him to run late getting home in time for dinner. Like Pantera, Nel had picked up on his mood and informed him of an impromptu day off tomorrow, herding him out the door with assurances that everything will be back to running smoothly when he got back.



The CEO scoffed angrily, shrugging out of his white suit coat and loosing up his cerulean silk tie. He was so sick and tired of it all. As he rolled his broad shoulders slowly, trying to loosen up his tense muscles, a pair of durable yet gentle hands rested on top of them and slowly massaged away his aches and pains. He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows onto his knees making the fire illuminate his sky blue hair.



"Bad day?" a pleasant baritone voice asked in curiosity.



Grimmjow turned his head and was greeted by the sight of his beloved neko. With tangerine eyebrows furrowed, amber tea eyes gazed at him in concern as Ichigo continued to massage his shoulders, striped orange ears up and twitching in uncertainty. “Heh, that’s the fuckin’ understatement of the year,” the older man snorted, shaking his head and turning to gaze into the fire pit.



Ichigo walk around the couch barefoot to sit in front of him on the floor between his powerful legs, his strawberry bell jingling softly as he went. He folded his arms on one of the man's knees, placing his chin onto them. Looking up, the neko gave his Master a little smile, one that always managed to calm him down. Grimmjow let out a slow, deep breath wanting to lose himself in those warm slitted eyes as he brought his hand up to touch one smooth cheek, the other hand raising up to rub his Kitten's ear. Ichigo unconsciously leaned into the touches and purred, letting his eyelids fall closed.



The larger man slowly slid his hand up to cup the back of the hybrid's neck, and brought those soft lips to his own in a rough kiss. Ichigo let out a surprised moan which was devoured by his Master, but parted his lips obediently in response.



Giving his Master a break, the neko decided to be complacent in order for the CEO to unwind, probably due to his maternal instincts now out and about since the day the cubs were brought home. Grimmjow knew that, having had to keep himself from behaving inappropriately (most of the time) now that they had the babies lest he found himself sleeping on this very couch, and was immensely thankful while his tongue plundered in hungrily, roaming and claiming Ichigo’s sweet mouth with deep, powerful strokes as the neko gently suckled on the thrashing appendage. The blunet let out a low, rumbling purr and he leaned back onto the blanketed couch, a hungry smirk on his face as he saw the arousing little flush across his Kitten's cheeks, locking their eyes together.



He combed long fingers through silky orange hair and Ichigo couldn't help but close his eyes again. Then those hands grabbed the teen’s waist, startling him, and hauled him into straddling his Master's lap. Lips met lips in another bruising kiss, until they parted again several moments later, leaving Ichigo's lips a dark pink from the abuse and softly swollen as he panted slightly, open-mouthed. His eyes, shown with growing need, gazed into the glowing pair boring back into him.



The older man growled, drinking in the enticing sight. One lone finger delicately traced the hybrid's spine, making him bite his lip and throw his head back, arching his back at the sensation. Then Grimmjow’s hand went low and squeezed Ichigo's tush, stroking his slim orange tail with the other in a firm, yet gentle grasp, tugging carefully.



The teen’s breath hitched and he squirmed in his lap, rubbing them against each other deliciously, which elicited a gasp of pleasure from the neko. "Master..." Ichigo panted. Grimmjow tilted his head and hooked Ichigo's red collar with a finger to pull him closer, quickly recapturing his lips for a heated kiss as his other hand deftly removed the oriental shirt and silk pants the younger one had dressed up in.



He quickly switched their positions, pushing the hybrid down to lay horizontal on the long couch, their lips still locked. Grimmjow held Ichigo’s hands by his head in a firm grip with one large hand, and spread his legs wide to accommodate him, grinding his hips down toward Ichigo's. Gods, how he needed this right now.



The neko ripped his mouth away, arching his neck and cried out, a heavy blush now on his face. There was something incredibly erotic about being completely naked and vulnerable against his fully clothed Master. Ichigo lifted his hips wanting more, and was making these beautiful little needy sounds that he knew made Grimmjow hard in an instant as the older man sucked and licked at his throat. The blunet’s hands rubbed and pinched Ichigo's nipples until they pebbled and hardened into red peaks.



Then, Grimmjow moved to hold Ichigo’s hands in one of his as the other went to loosen his necktie all the way. When it slacked enough, he quickly tied his Kitten’s paws together. "Don't move ‘em," he ordered in a rough voice, biting and licking away the hurt as moved down Ichigo's neck, chest and firm tummy. The older man slowly traced pliant lips with two fingers before slipping them into that soft, yielding mouth. "Suck."



His Kitten mewled, writhing wantonly under him as his other hand caressed, groped and marked naked flesh. When Grimmjow got dominant like this, Ichigo got turned on so bad. He suckled and licked earnestly at the digits, making his Master let out a sexy groan near his naval, a shiver running down his spine at the sound.



Grimmjow hefted up one of his muscled legs and licked him right behind his knee, one of his hot spots. "Uhhnn...!" Ichigo groaned, tossing his head back over the armrest of the couch. The fingers in his mouth pulled out slowly, liberally coated in his saliva and went down to tease his orifice.



Then, they suddenly plunged into him, hitting that certain spot in him with deadly accuracy. He screamed, arching into the solid body above him, his bonded fists clenched tightly together. The pain was dulled as Grimmjow brutally stabbed his prostate, pleasurable sensations coming in wave after wave leaving him a flushed, panting wreck. He turned his head to the side to bare his neck, biting his lip but couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping.



Grimmjow licked his lips, admiring and appreciating the display of submissiveness. 'Beautiful,' he thought possessively, 'Mine...' "What is it, Ichi-pet? What do you want?" The question hung in the air, as he deliberately rubbed that spot again. His neko tossed his head from side to side, no coherent thought entering his mind until Grimmjow slowed down, and eventually stilled his hand.



Ichigo whined desperately, but breathed out, "I want...want you in me, Master...hard, fast…deep…please..." Ichigo shifted his hips to bring the fingers in deeper. He gasped loudly as they brushed his prostate again, and lifted his head so his lips would reach Grimmjow's ear directly. "Mmh, Grimmjow-sama...Please, fuck me good...make me cum," he begged shamelessly, voice broken with need but knowing just which buttons to push. The neko nuzzled into Grimmjow’s throat lovingly, and gently nipped at his ear.



“You naughty, dirty, little thing…”The blunet snarled possessively, so aroused at the use of his name, and swiftly took his fingers out of the puckered opening.



He reached up to untie Ichigo's hands and the boy wrapped his arms immediately around his Master's neck, combing slim fingers through sky blue hair as he pulled the larger man’s sensual mouth to his. He moaned again as he felt Grimmjow's silk shirt rub against his heated flesh and unbuttoned it in a flourish so he could feel skin on skin. Grimmjow quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly to pull out his erection out of his silk boxers. He stroked himself a few times before carefully shifted them into position, throwing one of Ichigo's legs high over his shoulders as the neko caressed his pecs and abs in worship.



Intense cerulean met beseeching amber before the blunet slowly pushed his hips forward. Ichigo bit his lip to stifle his cry of pain, hard enough for his fangs to cut into the flesh. Blood came forth, as he clenched his hands onto the arm of the couch behind his head, trying very hard to relax his muscles. He felt Grimmjow wrap a warm hand around his own length, pumping it, licking and suckling the blood away from his lips in a soothing manner. The blunet waited for his Kitten, in as far as he could go, and tried to control his breathing in the meantime.



Several moments passed before Ichigo adjusted enough to move his hips slightly. Grimmjow took that as a signal and carefully pulled out just to rock back in, this time at an angle to hit his prostate dead-on. "Nyaaaahh!!" the teen cried out as his flushed body trembled and arched from the pleasure. The older man tried very, very hard to control himself, not wanting to go too far until his neko gave him consent, so he set a slow, hard pace making sure to strike that special spot. Every. Single. Time. "Yes! Yes...a-ah…*please*...!"



The blunet groaned, "So good, Kitten...So very, very*good*..."



Ichigo kept making these soft little "hunh, hunh" sounds directly into his ear, and Grimmjow could feel his control crumble. "*Huh*...H-harder, Master...Give me more…Please!" That breathless lilt begging him so eagerly undid him.



‘Fuck, I can't take it anymore!’ Grimmjow pulled out, and slammed back into the yielding body, driving his hips faster and harder than before.



“Ah…ah…ahh!” his Kitten gasped with the strength of his thrusts. The dominant male bent his head down and forcefully fucked the mouth beneath his with his tongue, in sync with his body's movements, and all Ichigo could do was hold on and let himself be ravished, his hands moving to once again comb through sweaty blue hair as he was bent in half and fucked into the couch.



Grimmjow soon felt the end drawing near, and with all this pent up energy wanting out, he reached down to grip the teen's erection, wanting them to climax together. "Come, Kitten...Come fer me," the neko’s Master demanded huskily, punctuating his desires with a hard buck. Ichigo's body shook one last time before he tensed and obeyed, cumming with a relieved, strangled cry. Grimmjow growled at the tantalizing sight and couldn’t stop himself from following his pet into climax seconds later.



They collapsed, breathing heavily and riding out the last waves of electrifying aftershocks. Once his breathing pattern returned to normal, Grimmjow slid out of his pet and finished undressing, before he went into the bathroom and got a damp washcloth to clean them up. After tossing the cloth next to the pile of clothing on the floor carelessly, he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over their cooling bodies, settling himself on top of his Kitten comfortably. He rumbled contently, nuzzling his handsome face into the crook of Ichigo's neck. Ichigo smiled and continued to comb his fingers through sky blue locks, happy that he managed to get his Master to relax despite having to submit once again. Not that he minded it terribly, but that didn’t mean he had to say it out loud.



They stayed that way for a few minutes until Grimmjow lifted his head to look at him. The neko blinked in confusion. Usually after they had played and romped, they would just drift off to sleep in compatible silence. Ichigo waited, staring up curiously into those fathomless blue eyes that seemed to be searching for something. They seemed to have found what they were looking for moments later.



Grimmjow's eyes went lukewarm, a half-smirk on his lips as he moved closer to rub their noses together which left Ichigo blinking rapidly at the unexpected action, an adorable blush gracing his cheeks. The older man chuckled, his love of getting a rise out of his pet, particularly that reaction, still strong as he gently scratched the hybrid behind the ears, "So cute." The blush grew darker as Ichigo scowled. Amused azure eyes became half-lidded. "I love you, Ichigo," he murmured, just as Ichigo opened his mouth and was about to retort.



Tea colored eyes widened in surprise, the teen’s mouth hanging open as his voice died in his throat. That was the first time Grimmjow ever said that to him. His honey brown eyes glowed warmly, a suspicious sheen in them as the neko spoke, “I love you too…Grimmjow," he murmured sincerely, nuzzling his face against his mate’s. Purrs reverberated from them both while they shared a lazy, unhurried kiss, before curling up together and letting sleep work her magic. The fire in the hearth continued to dance until it burned out quietly.



Today wasn't such a bad day, after all.



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Epilogue



Ichigo was watching the cubs play in their play pen that was set up in the living room, curled up on the couch with another Shakespeare play in his hands which was forgotten for the time being. The neko hybrid smiled as he observed the twins attempting to stack colorful plastics rings of different sizes onto the white plastic pole where they were supposed to go. Shiro was frowning when he couldn’t get them in and huffed when Jakeru seemed to have given up in favor of rolling onto his back and grabbing his little feet, laughing happily as he rocked back and forth.



“Moh…” the small albino grunted and gave up as well for now, deciding to go at it again after lunch. He shall not be defeated by evil stacking rings! Speaking of lunch, the baby’s little tummy grumbled and Shiro started gnawing on the big red ring he was holding, wanting food. “Nom nom nom,” he mumbled with the toy in his mouth.



Ichigo chuckled and got up from his seat, placing his book onto the coffee table and went over to the play pen. “You hungry, sweetie?” Shiro’s inverted eyes looked up at his Mum in their usual deadpan manner when he heard his nickname. The neko grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. Daddy should be coming home soon, so let’s get you two something to eat, okay?” He gently extracted Shiro from his toy, making a mental note to clean their toys later, and scooped him up. “C’mon, pumpkin,” Ichigo bent down again to retrieve a giggling Jakeru, and made his way over to the kitchen. He carefully placed them into their high chairs, snapping on their bibs, before getting them their bottles of milk and a small plate of goldfish and crackers to start with.



Just as the two munched on their snacks, Ichigo heard the door open. He smirked when he suddenly heard confused, angry cursing moments later before a pissed off Grimmjow came stomping into the room, a smug Pantera meowing his victory from the top of his lungs as he clung onto the CEO’s head like it was his pedestal.



The twins looked up at the commotion which resulted in Jakeru bursting into another giggle fit while his brother had a little smirk on his face. “Dada! Panta!” Jakeru cheered, waving his arms in the air while Shiro continued to watch and stuff his face with goldfish simultaneously.



“Ah, it seems he finally got you, Master,” Ichigo remarked as he beckoned the black cat down. Grimmjow scoffed and winced as Pantera retracted his claws and gleefully leapt off his blue head, nuzzling the hybrid affectionately. He snorted in annoyance when Ichigo muttered a ‘Good job’ to the feline, checking to see if he was bleeding. Thankfully he wasn’t as amused tea colored eyes twinkled at him with suppressed laughter and Ichigo stepped closer to him, tucking his head under his chin with Pantera still cradled in his arms. He grumbled halfheartedly but nonetheless wrapped his arms around the neko’s waist, snuffling his hair irritably.



“What’s fer lunch?” he grunted into orange locks.



Ichigo smiled and nuzzled his neck. “Go sit down with the cubs, Master.” He pulled away, setting Pantera down onto the table. He’d earned some well-deserved tuna as a treat so Ichigo opened a can and dumped it into his food bowl, scraping every morsel out before placing it in front of his nose. The cat meowed in thanks before digging in, his black tail waving behind him lazily in his triumph.



“Ch’. So I see how it is. You even fed him before me,” Grimmjow glared playfully. “At least the brat and the squirt still love me, doncha boys?” he bent down to kiss each of his baby boys on their heads, then seated himself at the table. The teen shook his head in fond exasperation and whipped up two club sandwiches for the two of them, slicing them into smaller, equal sizes before going over to his pouting Master.



He sat down on his lap, making himself comfortable with an arm around the man’s shoulders, “Don’t be ridiculous, Grimmjow-sama,” he purred, kissing his Chosen teasingly before replacing his lips with a sandwich, “You know I love you,” he paused dramatically for effect, “though Pantera does come close.” He chuckled at the responding growl and reprimanding nip to his fingers.



“We’ll just see about that tonight, now won’t we?” the blunet purred after he’d chewed and swallowed, stroking the teen’s striped tail.



Ichigo gave him a sensuous smile, “Yes, we will,” and leaned in for another kiss. Pantera rolled his blue eyes at the show, before flicking his own tail in front of the twins to keep them distracted, again. Human(oid)s and their hormones. Really.



Owari.



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A/N: The KenHana lemon should be done soon for those of yu interested. It should be the true last chapter of MSK, so look out for that this coming week! :D