Title: Our Neko

Author: Loveless Paradox

Rating: Rated M – Sexualcontent/Yaoi

Category: M/M

Fandom: Bleach

Pairings: Grimmjow/Ichigo/Shiro

Additional Info:

Dedicated toWrath4Life, BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI and AiryAquarius for requesting and reviewing such a good compliment. I also wanted to get this done before I leave for the cabin for a week and a half, which obviously didn't happen… –Btw I'm born on January 27th, so I'm an Aquarius :P

Summary:

Let's just say this is our lemon. I'm so sorry it took so long to write this guys.

I feel terrible. Now time to mate-

Nekochi: WAIT! You can't start the story yet!

Loveless Paradox: And why is that Ichi?

Shiropenu: Coz ye forgot the disclaimer…

Grimm-chow: I love when you roll your r's, it's damn sexy.

Shiropenu: Mmm, Grimmy. How about we take this some place more-

Nekochi: WAIIIIIT!

Loveless Paradox: -insufferable sigh- Yes Ichi, I don't own anything, like usual.

Grimm-chow: -appears with Shiro over shoulder- Now Kitten, yer ass better be on that bed by the time I'm there.

Nekochi: -gasp- I'll read it later Leecham!

Loveless Paradox: Once again ditched for sex…INSTAGRAM SUCKS THE LIFE OUTTA YOU!

Read on yaoians.

Our Neko – Final Part

Biting his lip, Ichigo placed his hands on Grimmjow's muscular thighs to push himself into a proper sitting position. When he was pink faced, and sitting properly; he noticed the other two hadn't moved at all. What Ichigo saw made him sure these were his soulmates. They were perfect. A little rough around the edges but they treated him like he was his very own person.

Taking a deep breath, Ichigo leaned towards the albino so that they were nose to nose. Shiro's hands were clenched into fists and his face entirely closed off to the outside world. Wetting his lips, Ichigo mentally counted to three before pressing his body against the others and smacking their lips together.

Tensing, Shiro's eyes snapped open before he released a drawn out moan and pulled Ichigo closer to him. The sound and movement caused Grimmjow to lose concentration and open his eyes quickly. The sight of the two males together was enough to awaken Grimmjow's body as he felt a rush of desire. Reaching forward, the blue haired male gripped the sheets and tossed them from the bed. They were obscuring his view, and that wouldn't do.

Ichigo whimpered as he sat in Shiro's lap and circled his waist with his legs. Though he wore one of Grimmjow's shirts, Shiro was completely bare against his inner thighs. Wiggling, Ichigo spread his legs, and greedily rut against the albino's smooth skin. As Ichigo desperately tried to stay connected to the passionately warm kiss that Shiro had him in, he whined when he felt a pair of hands gently pull his head back.

"Wha…." Ichigo felt his head and mouth go slack. Grimmjow's large hands were gently cradling his head while his body strained to stay linked to Shiro's. Grimmjow's unyielding gaze caused Ichigo's already sensually weak body to burn.

"Ichigo, I need you to be certain this is what you want. There will be no regrets, my love." Grimmjow was fighting the need to caress Ichigo's beautiful body, but he wanted to fiercely believe Ichigo would go nowhere.

"If we do this Ichi, you're ours. Nobody will touch you but us." Shiro placed his hands on the bottom of the shirt Ichigo had borrowed. Both he and Grimmjow were possessive and when this beautiful creature was theirs. They'd beat the living shit out of anyone who looked at him wrong.

"Ohh...I- Yes…" Ichigo moaned as his whole body went lax. Grimmjow was close enough that his head nestled perfectly between his shoulder and head. The neko turned into the junction and inhaled Grimmjow's musky smell. Panting heavily, he couldn't help but taste the tantalizing patch of skin in front of him.

Wandering hands against his chest, made Ichigo realize that the two lovers were so in sync and it was going to be torture for him. Arching his chest further into Shiro's hands, Ichigo keened when his nipples were twisted. The sweet twinge of pain was so overwhelmingly good. Reaching between Grimmjow's thighs, Ichigo couldn't help but grasp the hard muscle tenting Grimmjow's pajama pants.

Gasping, Ichigo couldn't believe how well-endowed the blue haired male was. Grimmjow had sucked in his breath as he bucked his hips into the adventurous hand. Shiro knew his breathing was wobbly, but the delectable sight of his now two lovers together was torturous. The clash of their beautiful locks was so sensuous.

Flicking the delicious rosebuds in front of him, Shiro couldn't help but lean forward and bring himself nose to nose with Grimmjow. Brushing their lips with a gentle caress before he dove into the intoxicating cavern. With the two of them being quite dominant people they had the tendency to rush into their kisses; teeth clashing and tongues literally trying to force the other into submission.

However, as they were introducing the beautiful Ichigo into their relationship; Shiro knew he would have to submit. As he learned that when Grimmjow did submit he tended to be very fragile. Sometime in the future Ichigo may experience Grimmjow's delectable body, but at the moment both he and Shiro were going to pamper the neko until he was an incoherent wanton mess.

Grimmjow's hand came up and gripped the back of the albino's neck, their passionate kiss was causing him to lose focus on the matter at hand. Speaking of hand, Ichigo's was positively wicked. Patting the bedside, Grimmjow yanked the bedside drawer open and grabbed the container of lube both he and Shiro kept there. With shaking hands the blue haired male snapped the lid open and coated his fingers in the gooey liquid.

Shoving the container into Shiro's hands, Grimmjow pushed the albino onto his back and allowed Ichigo to hover on his hands and knees over the other male. With the two exquisite males on display for him, Grimmjow tugged his pajama pants to hook right below his scrotum and free his swollen erection. He placed a kiss on Shiro's pale leg and Ichigo's smooth ass in reassurance and gently introduced the neko to his long fingers.

Shiro could not believe how lovely and ravishing Ichigo appeared perched above him. The neko was trembling, not in fear but in excitement. As soon as Grimmjow had positioned them, Ichigo had ground his dripping sex against Shiro's swollen flesh. Crying out both males continued the motion causing the delicious friction on their sensitive cocks. With the lube in his hand, Shiro frantically opened the cap only to have the oily substance pour from the container onto their writhing chests.

Having no patience for the pathetic bottle, Shiro tossed it in some unknown direction and began rubbing his hands all over Ichigo's smooth body. The lube dripped down their stomachs and migrated towards the junction of their frantically rubbing bodies. Shiro loved the wet feeling of lube, and followed the trail towards their lengths.

"Oh, gawd Ichi. Yer burning me up." Shiro whispered against the neko's lips, before he tongued his way into the gasping cavity. Moaning happily, Ichigo couldn't help but wiggle his hips as his tail flicked back and forth. Shiro was rubbing their cocks together, and Grimmjow was preparing him so gently.

He felt so precious.

Previously no one prepared him, especially not with a very good lubricant. He'd bled, and cried but these two rough males were treating him like he was their very own treasure; and he was loving.

"Ohh… Yes…. Please more… Grimmph-" Shiro continued to map out Ichigo's wet, warm mouth. The luscious depths sucking the albino in. Addicted to the sweet taste of their neko, Shiro opened his eyes and sighed against the lips.

He was in heaven.

The taste of Ichigo, and the heated look in Grimmjow's eyes. His lover was ready.

Grimmjow was unbearably hard. Ichigo's body had pulled his fingers easily into his body, and not long the orange haired male had been riding his fingers. The two lip-locked males were frantically rubbing their bodies together in a search to gain relief. With a hiss, Grimmjow gently coated his sensitive flesh with the lube, and lines himself up with Ichigo's twitching, hole.

When Ichigo detached himself from Shiro's mouth for a quick glance back, Grimmjow held his breath. The neko trailed his soft brown eyes over his muscled body and met Grimmjow's eyes evenly. His orange tail arched up inviting Grimmjow more room.

"Fuck me." Ichigo growled passionately.

With a roar of delight, Grimmjow jerked his hips forward and thrust himself hilt deep. Shuddering at the sound of Ichigo's lusty cry, Grimmjow stilled in the gut clenching warmth of Ichigo's body. Shiro gasped and began pumping both their shafts together in his hand. Even with the brutal entry, Ichigo was completely hard and didn't seem to notice their surprise.

"More… More…More! Shiro! Grimm-!" Ichigo tossed his head back and hollered his demands to the heavens. Shiro latched his mouth onto the arched neck in front of him and Grimmjow began quick jabs into Ichigo's accepting body. Digging deep, Grimmjow searched for that fantastic spot he knew would send Ichigo flying. He wasn't going to last long, and by the way Shiro was panting and stroking their dripping cocks; he wasn't far behind.

Moaning, Ichigo greedily threw his ass back into Grimmjow's hipbones. His toes were curling in delight but he wanted to make sure that Shiro was enjoying himself. As he watched the albino pump them faster, he bit his lip as tried holding his climbing release. Sneaking one hand below them, Ichigo slammed two fingers into the wet opening and watched Shiro's body quake as he came all over their chests.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" Shiro arched against Ichigo who was trembling as he held back his own orgasm. As Shiro lay blissfully unaware, Ichigo keened as he clutched the sheets beside Shiro's body and pushed himself back onto Grimmjow's piercing organ.

"Oh fuck Ichi, so…fucking perfect!" Grimmjow pulled back and slammed himself into Ichigo's squeezing body. The swirling heat in his lower stomach told him he was undeniably close. Putting his full weight into his harsh, deep thrusts; Grimmjow jabbed mercifically into Ichigo's prostate.

"I'm going to come, Ohh! Yes!" Yowling, Ichigo splattered his release across the still blissfully watching Shiro beneath him and tightened his inner muscles. Gritting his teeth, Grimmjow buried himself into Ichigo one last time and stilled as he poured his release against the neko's prostate.

Mewling as he lay limply on top of Shiro, Ichigo shifted happily as Grimmjow pulled out and his seed filled entrance leaked onto the bedspread. If he had these two, he knew mating season wasn't going to be so bad anymore.

Loveless Paradox: Uh.. –scratches head-

So anybody need to change their panties? Haha

So this is THE END

-Alii xoxo