AN: So this is just a 3 short me and a friend Anguis Reginam co-wrote. We have been working on this together off and on for about a month or so. This is my first time writing A/B/O dynamics but it's something that I've been wanting to try so I hope everyone enjoys. This fic is M/M/M so if you don't like the pairing or yaoi, well, I don't really care so don't bother to comment just move on. If you like them then join us in worshiping the God of Yaoi (he has Sephroth hair).

Co-Writer: Anguis Reginam

Disclaimer: We don't own anything but the plot.

Waking up in a completely white room was disorienting especially when the smell of antiseptics and bleach were missing and there was no pain.

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A year, that's how long Ichigo had been stuck in this weird ass dimension. Mayuri couldn't have screwed up any worse than he did with the experiment that sent Ichigo here. One year and Ichigo had to remind himself every damn day that things were not the same as where he came from.

Not really backwards but not the same at all. The biggest thing he had to get used to was the fact that Hueco Mundo, which was ruled over by Coyote Starrk, had a peaceful truce going on with the Soul Society. That information sent him for a loop when he heard.

Ichigo spent the first six months in the Soul Society with Mayuri and Kisuke trying to recreate what happened and what went wrong, as well as acquaint himself with this new world; he couldn't go around attacking allies here. Neither had been successful and even if they had been there was no guarantee that he would end up in his own dimension or another once again. So the Captain and Vice-Captain are continuing with their experiments but were not hopeful, they did however contact Starrk and inform him of the situation.

Starrk offered the help of his Arrancar, Szayelaporro Grantz, their resident genius and scientist. Six months later and Ichigo was still in Hueco Mundo and from the looks of it he was there to stay and had resigned himself to living out the rest of his life in this dimension.

Every day he grew more and more frustrated with himself though. The guilt was starting to eat away at him. Ichigo tried not to let it get to him, it wasn't his fault he was here and he tried so hard to get back to everyone, that wasn't why he was feeling guilty. No he felt guilty because he really liked it here. There was no war, his Mother was alive and while things weren't perfect they were better.

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Ichigo, aggravated with himself, scrubbed his hands over his face and climbed out of bed. It was time to stop feeling sorry for himself and find one of the Arrancar to spar with. He would be able to work out some of his frustrations while distracting himself in the process.

Ichigo wandered the halls of Las Noches for a short time before running into Grimmjow. The blue haired Arrancar was the same and different at the same time, as the one he fought in his world. He was still a destructive, rebellious punk but there was something missing in this Grimmjow. He wasn't as blood thirsty; that didn't stop him from challenging Ichigo to a fight every chance he got and today Ichigo welcomed it with open arms.

They faced each other at one of the training rooms. The fight started off as it usually did between the Arrancar and substitute shinigami. Playful insults and challenges were thrown back and forth as their swords clashed over and over sending sparks into the air. When Grimmjow stepped up his speed, Ichigo called out his Bankai. From the first clash of metal against metal things went a little sideways. Grimmjow got more aggressive and started pushing Ichigo harder than he ever had. This Grimmjow was starting to look more like the Arrancar from his world.

By this point the two of them had attracted a crowd. It seemed every one of them from Hueco Mundo loved to fight and loved watching a good fight just as much as participating in one. All of the outspoken spectators were cheering as loud as they could, not caring who won just enjoying the thrill of battle.

Ichigo was now on the defensive, barely able to hold his own against Grimmjow so he pulled down his mask, the first time he's had to do that in this world, just so he could gain an even footing.

As soon as his mask settled over his face Ichigo knew something was wrong. A heat so intense it felt like his blood was boiling in his veins, overtook his body. He quickly stripped off his Hakama and Kosode before charging Grimmjow again.

Ichigo took no notice of the surrounding silence or Grimmjow's sudden hesitation. Raising his Zanpakto to strike at Grimmjow he was taken by surprise when he was suddenly pinned to the ground.

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Grimmjow was enjoying the fight with Ichigo. The dimension traveler was always up for a good spar and was the closest to his strength. When Ichigo had came to him he had realized that his scent was slightly different. It smelt sweeter. It wasn't until Ichigo brought out his mask that he realized what the delicious scent was. Ichigo was a submissive and he was going into his first heat. Grimmjow smirked and pinned him to the ground.

Leaning close and sniffing his neck the blue haired arrancar paid no attention to Ichigo's squirming and growled out "Never took ya to be a bitch strawberry. But damn you smell sweet." Grimmjow ground his hardening shaft into Ichigo.

The heat spread like wildfire through Ichigo's body but as soon as it came it was gone and in its wake left a needy emptiness. He whimpered but as soon as he heard what Grimmjow said he hissed in anger. He was nobody's bitch! Kicking Grimmjow in the face he ran as quickly as he could out of the sparring room. He needed answers fast.

Ichigo reentered Las Noches and ran right for the throne room which was where Starrk was bound to be. If anyone could give him answers to the questions he had it would be Starrk. As it happens though he couldn't get that lucky and as soon as he turned the corner he ran right into a hard body and fell back. He looked up in shock and found the bright acid green eyes of Ulquiorra.

His body shivered as he took in the man staring down at him. Tingles raced down his spine and he wet his suddenly dry lips. "Now is not the time Ulquiorra. Something has come up so if you would excuse me?" Ichigo asked for some reason he could not get up the courage to address the man as he would normally. Picking himself off the floor he tried to walk around the tall figure and just when he thought he was in the clear long thin fingers grabbed him by the wrist and held him in place.

"Where are you running to so quickly little submissive?" He asked in a monotonous tone. Normally he wouldn't bother with the goings about of Hueco Mundo but the redhead had peaked his interest.

Ichigo hissed and tried to get out of the surprisingly strong grip. "Let me go damnit! I ain't no submissive; what the fuck are you on about?! You and fucking Grimmjow! Does living here make you stupid?" He yelled but try as he might he couldn't get himself free though some small part in the back of his mind didn't want the Arrancar to. With that thought he felt slickness coat the back of his thighs and he whimpered. He got angry. Lashing out with suddenly long nails he continued to run towards the throne room. Damn crazy Arrancar! What the hell is wrong with me? Ichigo thought panicked.

The double doors to the Throne Room where in sight when his back was suddenly in contact with a hard surface. It happened so fast that when Ichigo's body stopped his head continued to move and hit whatever it was that was behind him with enough force to make his vision darken.

"Not so fast Ichigo." Ulquiorra purred darkly, quite liking the dazed look in Ichigo's chocolaty brown eyes. "Starrk is gone at the moment...however I would be willing to give you the information you seek...for a price " he said carding his long thin fingers through Ichigo's hair smirking when Ichigo unconsciously leaned into his touch. Trying to focus Ichigo knew that whatever was wrong with him was bad so he took a deep breath didn't think about the consequences and said "Anything. I need to know what is wrong." Ulquiorra grinned down at the delectable treat in his arms and nodded.

"Follow me then." Ulquiorra let Ichigo go and turned expecting him to follow behind. He wasn't disappointed either when he heard footsteps scurrying to keep up with him. Ulquiorra led Ichigo to his room and held the door open. When Ichigo entered the room he closed the door behind him and flipped the lock. It wouldn't keep anyone out if they really wanted to get in but if any one just tried to walk in it would do the trick.

Hearing the door close with a note of finality Ichigo was suddenly nervous. He sniffed almost delicately and whimpered. The room smelt amazing woodsy and cold. The heat flared up again in his body and his knees wanted to buckle. Trying to stay firm and not lose focus he glared at the green eyed Arrancar. "Tell me what is going on!" He demanded shakily. Pulling Ichigo close he chuckled at the little submissive who was trying to play dominant. "Relax." He ordered and surprisingly Ichigo was amazed when his body went slack.

"Good Ichi." Ulquiorra praised. "There comes a time in every Arrancar, Vizored, Hollow and even the Shinigami's life when their body is spiritually mature enough reproduce. The age varies from each individual though since you are so unique we should have expected this. Now each one is divided into a group, the Alpha, the beta and the omega, unlike humans which can only bare young by females we do not have that problem males can bare children and likewise females can impregnate. Judging from your scent and the slowly darkening wet patch on your bottom you are a submissive going into your first heat. You are a sitting duck to those more dominant than you. There are pills to take normally to stop the process but it is sadly too late for you. So I suggest you pick a mate before you are taken and bonded by force."

Ichigo could barely pay attention. His whole entire being was surrounded by the wintery forest scent and it did funny things to his body. He was just enjoying the feeling of being secure and warm at least he was until Ulquiorra talked about the raping of his person nonchalantly. He growled "I'll be damned if I let some asshole rape me and make me their bitch! I'll fight till my last breath." Ichigo said firmly.

Looking down at the submissive completely at ease in his arms he decided to embellish the consequences after all it's not like the berry was likely to find out. "You have no choice. If you take too long to make a choice your body will choose for you. So choose quickly. However I think I would make a good mate." Ulquiorra said in a flat tone with a blank face pulling Ichigo closer. "I would care and provide for you and any children we have and I will make sure you are always safe but most importantly I will make sure you still have your freedom. I know you value it." Ulquiorra said heatedly. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted Ichigo to be his mate. He had never been interested.

Ichigo thought on it long and hard but in the end instincts won out. Breaking away from Ulquiorra he flash stepped away. Before he was completely out of sight Ichigo turned around and said "Prove it." He was gone before Ulquiorra could grab him.

Ulquiorra got himself prepared for the battle he knew he would have to wage to get Ichigo as his. He grinned and his blood boiled at the challenge laid before him.

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Ichigo was panicked but at the same time...not. It was an odd state for him to be in. His instincts were telling him to get away as fast as possible but his mind had processed all that Ulquiorra had told him and it made sense. To be perfectly honest he had no problem mating with the Arrancar, they weren't all that dissimilar and Ulquiorra had some very admirable traits as well as being attractive. He was one of the very few Arrancar he would choose to mate with but he would do this on his terms and if Ulquiorra meant everything he said he would follow and Ichigo would stand as an equal before giving in to what he knew now was inevitable.

What was panicking him though was the fact that if he did this, there really was no going home for him. He would not mate with another only to leave them eventually. That would be unforgivable. But hadn't he already resigned himself to living out the rest of his life and afterlife here?

He didn't have as much time to think as he would have liked but he never was one to think things through before jumping in the deep end. With his mind made up Ichigo flash stepped into the nearest empty training room. He only had to wait a few seconds before he heard a whispered sound signaling Ulquiorra's entrance.

Ichigo hadn't moved so his back was to Ulquiorra. He couldn't face the Arrancar just yet. It took some deep breathing and mental coercion before he could turn and face him.

Ichigo turned finally facing Ulquiorra. He reached his hand over his shoulder and drew his Zanpakto as Ulquiorra did the same. They rushed each other at the same time, footsteps in sync and met in the middle of the room with an earsplitting clash of metal.

The heat that had been consuming Ichigo's body a short time before had calmed some until he got close enough to Ulquiorra. The Arrancar's scent so strong, so delectable; it almost brought him to his knees. He scrambled back away from the man in front of him. He would not make the mistake of getting too close to Ulquiorra again because if he did he knew it would be his downfall.

The only way he could fight long range would be to fire off Getsuga Tenshō. So he stood back and fired off round after round. He didn't put full power into it; he wasn't out to kill Ulquiorra after all. After the third Getsuga Tenshō, the door of the training room slammed open and interrupted the fight.