Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 32

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Watching the white sands of Hueco Mundo shift and dance around in the barely there breeze, Ichigo sighed softly as he sipped at his ice tea. He had left the Soul Society after they had freaked out about his hollow and tried to lock his power away. He had been lucky that his father and the other vizards had prepared for that betrayal, sending him off to Aizen and covering his retreat.

He had arrived in Hueco Mundo right outside of Los Noches’ massive front doors, beaten, bleeding and swaying on his feet. Grimmjow and Aizen had been the first two to get to him, Gin soon after. He had collapsed straight into the blue haired mans arms, Zangstu being saved from the ground by Aizen. He was later told that the two would switch who watched over him, only Gin being the one who they trusted enough to leave him with. Not even the healers were trusted, even though he was kept in a healing coma for nearly three days.

When he had awoken, Grimmjow had been reading a rather thick book while Aizen was doing some kind of paperwork. The first thing that had come from Ichigos mouth had been something about evil over-lords doing paperwork when he had minions to do it for him. The two men had laughed and thus had started the courtship of Ichigo from both of the men.

It had been six months after he had arrived in Los Noches when he had slept with Aizen for the first time. It hadn’t been planned, but he had. He had then turned around and slept with Grimmjow 3 days after that. Since then the two had discovered that he was in fact sleeping with each of them. Not that he had tried to hide it from either of them, but they had turned around and stepped up their courtship of him. It left him stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He had heard they were going to make him chose when he just couldn’t do that.

They both had their good points and their bad, but mostly good when it came to him. when he needed someone softer but still passionate, Aizen was the one he went to. On the other hand, when he needed sex rough and long, he went to Grimmjow and forgot about the world around them. Outside of sex, Aizen taught him new things and techniques, while Grimmjow let him practice those things on him during sparring.

They were both amazingly smart and protective but kept their possessive sides under control so he didn’t feel smothered.

It was impossible for him to choose between his lovers, something that he never wanted to do.

Shaking his head, the young shinigami sipped at his bed tea before swirling it around in his cup. Shoving a bit of hair back out of his face, he continued to watch the breeze play with the sands. He could feel that Aizen and Grimjow were close by, together, and he had to wonder what those two were discussing. Shaking his head again, he stood up and wave his personal Fraccion away before heading for his personal bedroom. As he walked down the halls, he met now one, glad for the peace, using it as an attempt to calm his hectic and wary mind. His hair fluttered lightly, making him remember why he had let it start to grow out, letting it reach his lower back.

He blamed Grimmjow mostly but Aizen hadn’t minded the suggestion, even though it was because Grimmjow had a thing for tugging during sex. Aizen on the other hand rather enjoyed seeing his hair in various hair styles and then decimating them once they were alone. Ichigo enjoyed having his hair played with either way and continued to let his hair grow.

Stepping into his bedroom, he closed the door behind him, not even bothering with the lock, knowing that no one but Aizen, Grimmjow and Gin dared to enter his room. The overlord and the Sixth Espada because they were his lovers and Gin because he was a good and welcomed friend.

Shoving his scattered thoughts aside, Ichigo removed his shoes that reminded him of his Chinese slippers and the thin socks that he had to wear with them. Soon the long jacket he wore followed after them, landing on the chair that stood near his windows. Flopping back onto his bed, he moaned quietly and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands.

The bed was comfortable and would usually help him relax, but this time his mind refused to stop working. Groaning, he flipped over onto his stomach and kicked up his legs as he rested his chin on his hands, looking out the window. He didn’t even twitched when his bedroom door opened and the two he was dreading seeing walked in, closing the door behind them.

Feeling the bed dip on one side, he looked over his shoulder, finding Grimmjow placing their Zanpatous onto his dresser, near Zangstu while Aizne sat near him, smiling softly. Biting his bottom lip, he took in the slightly mussed appearances of his lovers, wondering about that.

“Hey.” He sounded nervous, even to his own ears. “So, what can I do for you two?” he asked, getting twitchy at the looks he was getting.

“We’re here to speak with you about a few things,” Grimmjow drawled as he came over to sit on Ichigos other side.

“Talk? About what?” Ichigo asked in return, sitting up and curling his legs up to rest next to his hips. Aizen smiled and used one hand to caress his ankle, soothing the frazzled ex-shinigami with a single touch. Ichigo sighed quietly and leant against Grimmjow as he waiting for their answers.

“Yes. Grimmjow and I have talked long and hard about what we would like when it comes to our relationships with you,” Aizen started, watching Ichigo wiggle under his gaze. “Calm down, it’s nothing bad.”

“Yeah?” Ichigo breathed out, looking through his lashes at his lovers, watching them smile at him.

“Yeah. We were gonna make you choose, but we didn’t want you miserable on us. That would be bad,” Grimmjow cut in, watching a smile spread over Ichigos lips as Aizen pressed close to their lover.

“So, we’re going to keep you as ours,” Aizen drawled before brushing their lips together, silencing anything Ichigo would have said.