A/N: All right, so I've decided to add more to this universe, and thought it'd be better for all if I just put all the scattered pieces in one place so everything makes sense, instead of an index of where to find them. A lot of this will be familiar for those of yu who've read 'Lion and the Panther' and '6x15', but I hope yu enjoy it again anyway. XD

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. D:

Warnings for this chapter: Yaoi, bondage, D/s, potential OOC

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70. Happy Birthday (found in 'The Lion and the Panther: Drabbles')

Grimmjow was increasingly ticked off as he walked through the white hallways of Las Noches. Not only was he awoken from his catnap for another stupid meeting with Aizen which is always irritating with his longwinded lectures and goddamn tea (obliterating the poor unfortunate messenger arrancar did little to improve his mood), but he couldn't find Pantera anywhere when he got ready to leave his room.

So it was understandable why he kicked open the massive doors leading to the Throne Room and stomped his way in. Aizen merely smiled like the benign god he wasn't at the defiant act, an amused gleam in his cold, blank eyes. "Ah, Grimmjow," he began, a loose fist that was propped up on the arm of his throne holding his head up casually, "it's nice to see you arrive on time for once."

Grimmjow merely narrowed his azure eyes and shoved his clenched fists into his pockets, which only made the Lord of Hueco Mundo think that the blunet looked like a rebellious teenager with a stance like that. It was then that the blue haired man acknowledged a large white box with a big black bow tied to the top of it sitting in the middle of the floor. He returned his gaze to the shinigami sitting on the throne, suspicion and a hint of a question in his eyes.

"You must be wondering what this is," Aizen nodded to the box, "it is your present."

"…My what?" On the inside, Grimmjow was confused. Just what the hell was the pompous ass trying to pull now?

"Today is the day you were born as Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Sexta Espada, which means it's your birthday. And every birthday needs presents. Since you're behavior has improved recently, this is yours."

Grimmjow slowly walked up to his 'present' and warily nudged the box with his foot. It moved slightly. The Espada jumped back, startled, before slowly moving back towards it. Curiosity got the better of him and he nudged it again, observing how the box moved a little bit across the floor every time he did, almost like it didn't have a bottom. He could probably lift it up to see what was inside, and with that thought in mind, his body followed. The next thing he saw was orange.

Inside was Kurosaki, bared, gagged, and on his knees. He was facing away from him with his arms bound together behind his back at the wrists and tied to his sheathed sword the blunet couldn't find just a little while ago. The boy's feet were also tied together to Pantera, knees spread wide like he was on display as the rest of his body trembled. It was then that Grimmjow also noticed he was sweating and suddenly, dilated honey brown eyes turned to look at him.

"Happy Birthday, my dear Sexta," Aizen smirked, "I know you prefer to catch your prey yourself, but he'd been rather eager and willing, so play nice. Even if Szayel's injected him with a special aphrodisiac, do be gentle with him. You're only getting one. Do not break him," but Grimmjow was only half-listening. All he could see and hear was his new toy in front of him and before he knew it, his feet carried him around his gift until they faced each other. His cyan orbs took in the delectable sight, taking note of the simple black velvet choker collar with a metallic silver gothic six hanging off from it, and the matching black cock ring at the base of his pet's painful-looking erection. "Oh, and one more thing," the Espada caught something that was tossed to him without ever taking his eyes away from his prize, "you'll want this." It was a switch remote from he could feel, and just for the hell it, he pushed the switch up all the way. The results had his cock harden in an instant.

A buzz he hadn't heard right away before grew louder and Ichigo cried out, arching up deliciously with sweat glistening off his tanned skin and Grimmjow couldn't help himself. He crouched down, grabbed a fistful of orange hair and tugged the boy's head to the side, baring his neck to him, "Mine!" The bigger man bit down sharply at the juncture of his neck with his panther fangs and Ichigo whined, but then he let out a soft moan when the Espada began to lap at the blood leaking out of the wound with a rough tongue. He rubbed his cheek against the other's, wanting the gag off so he could speak.

As if hearing his thoughts, the blunet reached around and undid his gag, freeing his mouth. "Please…" his hoarse voice panted out, "please…it's too much…turn it down, please!" Grimmjow blinked, not quite understanding for a second, before he remembered the controller in his hand and slid the switch back to where it was before. The buzzing faded somewhat as the orange haired teen slumped against him, still trembling a bit while he regained his breath somewhat. Curiosity returned and one of Grimmjow's hands snuck down to give Ichigo's hole a feel. His fingers came in contact with a large vibrating dildo and pushed, making Ichigo give a whimper at such a full feeling. He purred in satisfaction before untying his prize, sliding Pantera back into his sash where it belonged and gathering the boy into his arms.

"If we're done here, I'll be in my rooms to enjoy my generous gift," was all the Sexta said before he strolled out of the room with a mewling Ichigo nuzzling his face and licking at his neck. It was as close to a 'thank you' Aizen will ever get from him.