Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Kindred ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: eumenides 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.26.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 531 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.26.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 531 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Kindred
Author: Eumenides
Pairing: Kenpachi/Grimmjow
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU yaoi fic. Grimmjow draws the attention of one of the new members to join their inner circle in Hueco Mundo.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just fool around with the characters.
Part One
Grimmjow sat at the table sullenly, eying the two new figures that had joined those seated at the table. His eyes narrowed. Not one but two shinigami had come over to Aizen’s side. More people he’d have to force himself to bow to. One of them even appeared to be a child.
“My friends,” Aizen started loftily, “As you can see, two more have joined our ranks, and I hope that you will welcome them, the former captain and vice captain of the 11th division of Soul Society, Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru Kusajishi.”
As everyone at the table made their introductions to the pair, Grimmjow eyed the large shinigami who was much different than the ones he usually had to deal with. He wore a wide grin on his face that made him appear almost demented. The man’s chosen hairstyle only added to the overall effect, which may have even been the point of it. It was strange how such a rough guy had a little pink-haired girl as a companion, even carrying her on his shoulder. How’d a kid become a vice-captain in Soul Society anyway?
Speaking of the little girl, she seemed to be paying more attention to the Octava Espada who sat across from her and the large man she was seated on, than to what Aizen was droning on about. The scientist was pointedly ignoring her scrutiny of him.
“Hey!” the girl said suddenly to Szayel with wonder in her voice, interrupting Aizen. “You’re almost as pretty as Yumichika!”
Nnoitra stifled a laugh and Grimmjow couldn’t help but smirk at the offended look on the Octava Espada’s face.
“I suppose that was meant as some sort of compliment,” Szayel remarked with annoyance as he adjusted his glasses.
“Szayel,” Aizen started, gazing in the arrancar’s direction. “How are those experiments that we talked about coming?”
“They are proceeding on schedule, Aizen-sama,” the arrancar said with deference. ”I should have some results for you tomorrow at the latest.”
“Experiments?” Yachiru chimed in before something dawned on her. “Oh! You’re a scientist!”
“Yes, I am,” Szayel answered.
“Then you can make all kinds of things, right?” There was a hopeful note to the girl’s voice.
“Of course,” Szayel told her in a tone of voice that said this fact should be obvious.
Yachiru leaned forward from where she was perched on Kenpachi’s shoulder. “So, you can make candy, then, right?”
“I-what?”
“I don’t mean like the stuff Ken-chan brought with us. Something different, like bubble gum flavored chocolate?”
Szayel gave her a suffering look. Aizen grinned against the hand his cheek was pressed to. The scientist frowned. “My expertise is hardly meant to be wasted on something as mundane as creating confections for children.”
Yachiru leaned forward even more, an eager look on her face. “But you can make it, right?”
Szayel scoffed. “Of course I can make it, child. It’s not as though it would be any difficulty for me if I was so inclined as to-”
“Yay!” Yachiru interrupted excitedly. “Ken-chan, Szayel-chan is going to make me all sorts of candies!”
“What?! I never said I’d-”
“Make sure you don’t eat too much,” Kenpachi swiveled his head slightly to tell her, ignoring the hollow’s protests. “Too much makes you hyper.”
Amused, Aizen continued, addressing the hollows. “This particular meeting has concluded. However, there is a matter that I must discuss with the former captains,” he said, catching the eyes of his fellow shinigami.
The arrancar began to rise from their seats. Kenpachi turned to Yachiru. “This is meeting’s just for us, so go play with someone.” He eyed Szayel, who’d begun to leave. “Like that pink-haired guy.”
Szayel spun to face the shinigami, surprised and offended. “I’m a scientist, not a babysitter! I have delicate experiments that I-”
Szayel found himself ignored once more as Zaraki instructed Yachiru, “Play nicely and don’t destroy anything, okay?”
“Okay!” she shouted happily as she hopped down from his shoulder.
“’Destroy?’” Szayel echoed nervously, thinking of his experiments and all the delicate equipment in his lab. “Aizen-sama!” he protested as he turned to the shinigami, hoping the man would agree that his talents were better spent elsewhere.
“Szayel Aporro,” Aizen started, “I’m sure you can show the former vice-captain a little hospitality this once, right?” That amused expression was still there.
Deflated, Szayel couldn’t help but answer, “Of course, Aizen-sama.” He cut an eye in the girl’s direction, motioning to her before turning away again. “Come, child.” He managed to keep most of the venom out of his voice.
“Szaaaa-yeeel-chaaan!” Yachiru exclaimed as she bounded forward. Szayel suddenly felt her small body impact his back with a good deal of force as she pounced on his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Szayel asked, annoyed.
“Huh? The others always let me ride this way.”
The scientist sighed. “Fine, let’s just go.” The dejected hollow exited to head toward his lab, ignoring her attempts to steer him in the wrong direction.
Feeling as though he was being watched as he left through the large doors, Grimmjow paused, turning to see Zaraki gazing at him, that fierce grin in place. He had the distinct impression that he was being sized up as the double doors closed, leaving the shinigami to their meeting.
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Midday found Grimmjow practicing his swordsmanship under the artificial blue sky. He sliced effortlessly through a large rocky structure before him. He paused when he heard footsteps upon the ground. “You seem pretty good at cutting up rocks,” a rough voice remarked. “I wonder how well you do with actual opponents.” Grimmjow turned, gazing at an approaching Zaraki through narrowed eyes.
“I do pretty well,” Grimmjow told him. “Most of them are dead.”
The grin on Kenpachi’s face widened. “I notice you said ‘most,’ not ‘all.’” He watched the hollow’s darkening expression for a moment before adding, “Even so, you seem like a pretty strong guy.” The grin plastered on Zaraki’s face put Grimmjow on edge. “Why don’t you try fighting me instead of that bunch of rocks?”
“Eh?” Grimmjow asked, turning fully toward the man, eying him warily. None of the other shinigami in Hueco Mundo seemed to want to be in the presence of an arrancar longer than it took to bark orders, let alone spar.
“You heard me,” Kenpachi said, his voice insistent. “Fight me. The other guys seem so boring. Fighting you would be fun. “The shinigami’s voice was full of eagerness. “I can see it in your eyes, the hunger for a good battle.”
“Yeah, right,” Grimmjow said, folding his arms. “If I hurt you, Aizen’ll be all over me.”
“Heh. You think too much of yourself if you think you can really harm me. Don’t be skittish. I promised Aizen I’d try not to kill anybody here in a match, so it’s fine.”
“I’m not some run-of-the-mill hollow. I’m an Espada. Don’t think you can beat me so easily, shinigami.” Grimmjow pulled his sword from his belt.
Kenpachi grinned widely. “That’s what I’m talking about. Show me what you’ve got, hollow!” The shinigami drew his own blade, moving into a ready position.
The two men ran to meet each other under the blue sky, the sounds of their swords clashing filling the air. Kenpachi found the hollow to be stronger than he’d thought he would be at first, which was a pleasant surprise. The arrancar managed to land a few well-placed blows and was able to take quite a few in stride.
“Alright!” Zaraki exclaimed happily, wiping at the blood that dripped into his eye. “You’re a strong one for a number six. I’ve got to take this off to handle you properly!” The large shinigami reached up to remove his eye patch.
Grimmjow gaped at the man. “Huh? I thought you only had one eye?” He gasped, stiffening as the spiritual pressure in the area thickened.
“Nah,” Kenpachi said, pocketing it. “I release my energy all the time, so they made that for me to sap some of it, or else I overpower opponents too easily.” A crooked smile split his face. “What would be the fun in that? Some things are only good if they last awhile.” There was a note to the man’s voice that told Grimmjow that he wasn’t only referring to fighting.
The arrancar smirked, moving into a ready position again. “Enough talk. Bring it.”
The two men continued their battle, Grimmjow soon finding himself on the losing end. The shinigami’s power was just too massive. It was also eerie how the shinigami was still smiling after being struck so many times, blood trickling from his wounds. He seemed to truly enjoy fighting, not minding the pain. Or perhaps he enjoyed it after a fashion.
“Not bad, hollow,” Kenpachi remarked, pleased that the other man was able to remain standing after his attacks. “But you’re starting to get boring. This can’t be all that you’ve got.”
Grimmjow growled, affronted by the implication. Screw Aizen. If this shinigami died, he died. He was asking for it anyway and had long since pissed him off. The arrancar sneered, shouting, “Grind, Pantera!” releasing his true form.
Kenpachi canted his head to one side, an amused expression on his face as he watched the arrancar transform. “I thought you were going to turn into some kind of monster, but you’re just a big cat. After I beat you, I’ll get you to curl up at my feet.”
Grimmjow hissed, rushing forward, claws out. “Don’t underestimate me, you bastard!”
Kenpachi gazed at the approaching arrancar with wild, excited eyes. “Ha ha! Yeah, that’s it! Come at me like you mean it!” He ran forward eagerly to meet the growling hollow.
A short time later, Grimmjow found himself collapsing painfully on his back, spent and bloodied. “Shit, you’re strong,” he remarked as he heard the shinigami approach where he’d been thrown.
Zaraki slung his sword over his shoulder, ignoring the pain of his wounds for now as he loomed over the hollow. “Well, you’ve got the laying at my feet part right. I guess you’re too injured to curl up, huh?”
“Screw you,” Grimmjow said, panting, lacking the energy to make his words venomous enough.
Kenpachi only laughed, watching as the arrancar gained his footing. He wore a lopsided grin exposing his teeth. “You’re welcome to try, hollow, but you’ve got to get stronger than that to be able to.”
With that, he turned away, leaving Grimmjow to trail a distance behind him, a strangely warm feeling in his gut. Unlike most shinigami, the man seemed to rely on sheer brute strength instead of fancy skills. There was something animalistic about the man, something that appealed to Grimmjow on some level more than it probably should. The hollow shook his head as if to clear it. It wasn’t as though he had weird tastes or anything. The stirring in his torn hakama seemed to make a liar out of him.
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His body still aching from the sparring match earlier despite having healed his wounds, Grimmjow decided to visit the baths. Walking inside, he was met with the sight of Zaraki sitting with his back to him as he bathed, his usually spiked hair hanging wetly down around his shoulders. The arrancar tried to ignore the way the soapy water glistened on the man’s muscled body as he cleansed himself. Grimmjow found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of lather sliding down the shinigami’s back before Zaraki turned to regard him.
Kenpachi grinned when he noticed who it was, turning further toward him in the water. “Done licking your wounds, eh?”
Grimmjow let out a low growl before he turned to go. “Leaving already?” Kenpachi asked from behind him. “There’s plenty of room.” He let out a chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re shy about letting other guys see what you’ve got. Well, you didn’t seem like you had much in that release form of yours, so I guess I can understand.”
Before Kenpachi could finish speaking, an angry Grimmjow stalked forward, tearing off his towel. Climbing into the bath, he made sure the other occupant could see him before sinking into the water. “As you can see, I’ve got nothing to be shy about.” Grimmjow grasped a sponge and soap stiffly.
That grin was back on the shinigami’s face as he watched the hollow’s movements. “So it seems.”
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Grimmjow asked, glancing at him. He pointedly didn’t look below the surface of the water. “This is the one the arrancar usually use.”
“Hmph, I didn’t see a ‘hollows only’ sign, and this one was closer. A bath is a bath.”
After a few moments, of surreptitiously regarding the shinigami across from him as he washed, Grimmjow asked, “What made you come to Aizen’s side, anyway? Most of you guys fight tooth and nail against hollows. I didn’t think that there would be many that would go along with him, no matter what he was offering.”
Kenpachi looked over at the espada. “I want to become stronger, simple as that. I can’t do that in Soul Society, but here I can.”
“What about the kid?” Grimmjow asked, curious.
“We’ve been together for years. She’ll go just about anywhere I do.” Kenpachi cast his eyes downward toward the water, absently watching suds float on the surface. “At first I wasn’t sure if she would come. But she told me she’d promised to stay by my side, so she did.”
Grimmjow gazed at him. “Would you have come if she hadn’t wanted to?”
Kenpachi scratched his head in thought. “Ah, I don’t know. It would have been hard to. She can get on my nerves sometimes, but I can’t really imagine a place where she’s not around. I was a wandering warrior fighting just to live when I met her. Having her with me made me want something besides just existing. That time before I met her seems like a dream sometimes.”
The arrancar gazed at him in thought. “You’re not like other shinigami that I’ve met. Except for you and that kid, they all seem so uptight.”
Zaraki laughed. “Yeah, I’m a crude guy. Most of the captains looked down on me because of it, not like I cared. Most of them thought they were better than me.”
“Eh? Why?”
“I became captain by force, not like the others. I defeated the previous captain of the 11th.”
“What happened to him?”
Kenpachi grinned wickedly. “He’s dead. He wasn’t a weak guy, but I was stronger.”
Grimmjow raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you guys killed each other like that.” He chucked. “You guys aren’t so different than us, then.”
“Killing, dying, it’s all the same to me as long as I get to fight, as long as I can become stronger.” There was a wistful note to Kenpachi’s voice.
In a few moments, Grimmjow found intense eyes on him again. They glittered with something that Grimmjow couldn’t quite place. “Hey, if you turn around, I’ll wash your back for you,” Kenpachi offered.
Grimmjow eyed him a little warily. It wasn’t such a strange thing to offer. Figuring that he was just being paranoid, he did as the shinigami asked, moving nearer before turning away from the larger man. Kenpachi lathered a sponge, soaping Grimmjow’s back with it.
Grimmjow couldn’t keep his eyes from closing as Kenpachi cleaned him with almost caressing strokes. There was something oddly soothing about the motion. Soon, the larger man pulled him a little closer, sliding his arm around his body to begin soaping Grimmjow’s front. The sponge stroked across the arrancar’s broad chest, making his nipples harden. At some point, the sponge was abandoned in the water for just the bare hands that Kenpachi used to stroke sudsy water across his midsection. Grimmjow startled as Kenpachi began to caress the skin above the hole in his abdomen, making him shiver. Planting his hands on Kenpachi’s muscular thighs, the arrancar tried to push away, but Kenpachi pulled him close with an arm around his chest. Grimmjow could feel the shinigami’s warm breath on his neck, making him unable to suppress a shudder.
“What the hell are you doing?” Grimmjow growled as he struggled in the shinigami’s arms, splashing. It unnerved him that being unable to get away from the larger man was oddly arousing on some level.
Kenpachi laughed, his breath warm on Grimmjow’s neck and ear. “Come on, hollow. What does it look like?”
“Don’t mess with me! I don’t swing that way.”
“What does it matter as long as it feels good?” Kenpachi insisted, his voice a low rumble. “You were enjoying it before you started thinking about it too hard.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Then what’s this, then?” Kenpachi asked him, one hand slipping down to brush against Grimmjow’s growing erection.
“It doesn’t mean anything! It doesn’t mean that I’m a-”
“All it means is that you like it,” Kenpachi told him. He began to stroke Grimmjow’s length in a loose fist, making the hollow stiffen. “People like what feels good. Hollows aren’t any different than shinigami in that.” Kenpachi smirked as he heard Grimmjow try to suppress a groan, and felt him dig blunt fingernails into his thighs as he shuddered. “Maybe it’s even more so with hollows. You guys are just bundles of want aren’t you? Just listen to your instincts and let go.”
The arrancar groaned. He could feel the shinigami’s raw power washing through him and over him, making his limbs feel weak. Or maybe it was the way Kenpachi stroked him expertly from base to tip with a deft hand, his thumb sweeping over the crown to caress the slit before descending again. Grimmjow found himself allowing the shinigami to pull him back flush against his chest with his other arm before it moved to fondle an erect nipple. The hand then descended to caress the rim of the hole in Grimmjow’s abdomen, making the hollow arch against him.
Grimmjow was awash with sensation, the pulse of the shinigami’s spiritual power, his stroking hands, his teeth nibbling on his ear. He hissed, unable to keep from pushing up into the circle of Kenpachi’s stroking fingers as he bit his lip. On each backstroke of his hips, he rubbed against Zaraki’s stiffening erection, making the shinigami growl close to his ear. The sound made shivers run up and down Grimmjow’s spine. He turned his face up and away, exposing his throat. Kenpachi smirked, laving the exposed skin with his tongue before nibbling on it.
Kenpachi snuck his other hand down to fondle the hollow’s hanging sacs, massaging them in his large hand. Grimmjow cursed, shifting against the shinigami. The motion of his hips sped up to Kenpachi’s delight. The shinigami pulled him closer to get more of that delicious friction. Grimmjow began to arch against him, cursing and moving against the other man erratically. It wasn’t long before Grimmjow came, keening through gritted teeth as he spilled into the warm water. The arrancar collapsed back against Zaraki, trying to catch his breath as the man milked him dry with his hand.
Releasing the hollow’s spent member, Kenpachi planted his hands on Grimmjow’s hips, holding them in place as he thrust against his backside, his erection nestled between the hollow’s taut cheeks. It didn’t take long for the shinigami to bring himself off this way as excited as he was, spilling his essence over Grimmjow’s lower back with a satisfied groan. Zaraki washed the creamy substance away with the warm water.
When Grimmjow recovered, he found himself feeling ill at ease about what he’d just allowed to occur. His back rigid, he started to move away from the shinigami who let the hand that he’d been resting on the arrancar’s thigh trail across his hip and back, sliding it along the hollow’s cleft and finding his entrance by feel. The arrancar shivered at the strangely pleasant sensation before abruptly pulling away.
He turned angrily to face Zaraki who wore far too satisfied a look for Grimmjow’s comfort. “Letting you rub me off is one thing, but letting you put anything even near there is a different story.”
Kenpachi smirked, a knowing look in his eye. “You say that now, but I bet you’d like it.” He moved forward in the water toward the arrancar, an eager look on his face. What they’d done had only whet his appetite. “I could make you scream, you know.”
“I bet, in pain. I can’t imagine anybody enjoying that.”
Kenpachi smirked. “There’s lots of ways I can make a guy scream, but if I’m doing that, there’s only one reason for it.”
“I’ll pass,” Grimmjow told him, stepping out of the water. He ignored the way his member twitched at the images Kenpachi’s words had conjured in his mind. He frowned. His body was behaving strangely because it had been far too long since he’d gotten release with someone. That was all there was to it. What had happened didn’t really mean anything other than that.
Kenpachi gazed at the wet hollow, leaning against the tiles on his elbows. The smaller man had a great ass. He was going to end up dreaming about being inside of that. “Suit yourself,” the shinigami told him. Kenpachi grinned to himself as he watched the hollow dry off with brisk strokes in his annoyance. He hated waiting, but he could be patient when he wanted to be.
TBC
Author: Eumenides
Pairing: Kenpachi/Grimmjow
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU yaoi fic. Grimmjow draws the attention of one of the new members to join their inner circle in Hueco Mundo.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just fool around with the characters.
Part One
Grimmjow sat at the table sullenly, eying the two new figures that had joined those seated at the table. His eyes narrowed. Not one but two shinigami had come over to Aizen’s side. More people he’d have to force himself to bow to. One of them even appeared to be a child.
“My friends,” Aizen started loftily, “As you can see, two more have joined our ranks, and I hope that you will welcome them, the former captain and vice captain of the 11th division of Soul Society, Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru Kusajishi.”
As everyone at the table made their introductions to the pair, Grimmjow eyed the large shinigami who was much different than the ones he usually had to deal with. He wore a wide grin on his face that made him appear almost demented. The man’s chosen hairstyle only added to the overall effect, which may have even been the point of it. It was strange how such a rough guy had a little pink-haired girl as a companion, even carrying her on his shoulder. How’d a kid become a vice-captain in Soul Society anyway?
Speaking of the little girl, she seemed to be paying more attention to the Octava Espada who sat across from her and the large man she was seated on, than to what Aizen was droning on about. The scientist was pointedly ignoring her scrutiny of him.
“Hey!” the girl said suddenly to Szayel with wonder in her voice, interrupting Aizen. “You’re almost as pretty as Yumichika!”
Nnoitra stifled a laugh and Grimmjow couldn’t help but smirk at the offended look on the Octava Espada’s face.
“I suppose that was meant as some sort of compliment,” Szayel remarked with annoyance as he adjusted his glasses.
“Szayel,” Aizen started, gazing in the arrancar’s direction. “How are those experiments that we talked about coming?”
“They are proceeding on schedule, Aizen-sama,” the arrancar said with deference. ”I should have some results for you tomorrow at the latest.”
“Experiments?” Yachiru chimed in before something dawned on her. “Oh! You’re a scientist!”
“Yes, I am,” Szayel answered.
“Then you can make all kinds of things, right?” There was a hopeful note to the girl’s voice.
“Of course,” Szayel told her in a tone of voice that said this fact should be obvious.
Yachiru leaned forward from where she was perched on Kenpachi’s shoulder. “So, you can make candy, then, right?”
“I-what?”
“I don’t mean like the stuff Ken-chan brought with us. Something different, like bubble gum flavored chocolate?”
Szayel gave her a suffering look. Aizen grinned against the hand his cheek was pressed to. The scientist frowned. “My expertise is hardly meant to be wasted on something as mundane as creating confections for children.”
Yachiru leaned forward even more, an eager look on her face. “But you can make it, right?”
Szayel scoffed. “Of course I can make it, child. It’s not as though it would be any difficulty for me if I was so inclined as to-”
“Yay!” Yachiru interrupted excitedly. “Ken-chan, Szayel-chan is going to make me all sorts of candies!”
“What?! I never said I’d-”
“Make sure you don’t eat too much,” Kenpachi swiveled his head slightly to tell her, ignoring the hollow’s protests. “Too much makes you hyper.”
Amused, Aizen continued, addressing the hollows. “This particular meeting has concluded. However, there is a matter that I must discuss with the former captains,” he said, catching the eyes of his fellow shinigami.
The arrancar began to rise from their seats. Kenpachi turned to Yachiru. “This is meeting’s just for us, so go play with someone.” He eyed Szayel, who’d begun to leave. “Like that pink-haired guy.”
Szayel spun to face the shinigami, surprised and offended. “I’m a scientist, not a babysitter! I have delicate experiments that I-”
Szayel found himself ignored once more as Zaraki instructed Yachiru, “Play nicely and don’t destroy anything, okay?”
“Okay!” she shouted happily as she hopped down from his shoulder.
“’Destroy?’” Szayel echoed nervously, thinking of his experiments and all the delicate equipment in his lab. “Aizen-sama!” he protested as he turned to the shinigami, hoping the man would agree that his talents were better spent elsewhere.
“Szayel Aporro,” Aizen started, “I’m sure you can show the former vice-captain a little hospitality this once, right?” That amused expression was still there.
Deflated, Szayel couldn’t help but answer, “Of course, Aizen-sama.” He cut an eye in the girl’s direction, motioning to her before turning away again. “Come, child.” He managed to keep most of the venom out of his voice.
“Szaaaa-yeeel-chaaan!” Yachiru exclaimed as she bounded forward. Szayel suddenly felt her small body impact his back with a good deal of force as she pounced on his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Szayel asked, annoyed.
“Huh? The others always let me ride this way.”
The scientist sighed. “Fine, let’s just go.” The dejected hollow exited to head toward his lab, ignoring her attempts to steer him in the wrong direction.
Feeling as though he was being watched as he left through the large doors, Grimmjow paused, turning to see Zaraki gazing at him, that fierce grin in place. He had the distinct impression that he was being sized up as the double doors closed, leaving the shinigami to their meeting.
Midday found Grimmjow practicing his swordsmanship under the artificial blue sky. He sliced effortlessly through a large rocky structure before him. He paused when he heard footsteps upon the ground. “You seem pretty good at cutting up rocks,” a rough voice remarked. “I wonder how well you do with actual opponents.” Grimmjow turned, gazing at an approaching Zaraki through narrowed eyes.
“I do pretty well,” Grimmjow told him. “Most of them are dead.”
The grin on Kenpachi’s face widened. “I notice you said ‘most,’ not ‘all.’” He watched the hollow’s darkening expression for a moment before adding, “Even so, you seem like a pretty strong guy.” The grin plastered on Zaraki’s face put Grimmjow on edge. “Why don’t you try fighting me instead of that bunch of rocks?”
“Eh?” Grimmjow asked, turning fully toward the man, eying him warily. None of the other shinigami in Hueco Mundo seemed to want to be in the presence of an arrancar longer than it took to bark orders, let alone spar.
“You heard me,” Kenpachi said, his voice insistent. “Fight me. The other guys seem so boring. Fighting you would be fun. “The shinigami’s voice was full of eagerness. “I can see it in your eyes, the hunger for a good battle.”
“Yeah, right,” Grimmjow said, folding his arms. “If I hurt you, Aizen’ll be all over me.”
“Heh. You think too much of yourself if you think you can really harm me. Don’t be skittish. I promised Aizen I’d try not to kill anybody here in a match, so it’s fine.”
“I’m not some run-of-the-mill hollow. I’m an Espada. Don’t think you can beat me so easily, shinigami.” Grimmjow pulled his sword from his belt.
Kenpachi grinned widely. “That’s what I’m talking about. Show me what you’ve got, hollow!” The shinigami drew his own blade, moving into a ready position.
The two men ran to meet each other under the blue sky, the sounds of their swords clashing filling the air. Kenpachi found the hollow to be stronger than he’d thought he would be at first, which was a pleasant surprise. The arrancar managed to land a few well-placed blows and was able to take quite a few in stride.
“Alright!” Zaraki exclaimed happily, wiping at the blood that dripped into his eye. “You’re a strong one for a number six. I’ve got to take this off to handle you properly!” The large shinigami reached up to remove his eye patch.
Grimmjow gaped at the man. “Huh? I thought you only had one eye?” He gasped, stiffening as the spiritual pressure in the area thickened.
“Nah,” Kenpachi said, pocketing it. “I release my energy all the time, so they made that for me to sap some of it, or else I overpower opponents too easily.” A crooked smile split his face. “What would be the fun in that? Some things are only good if they last awhile.” There was a note to the man’s voice that told Grimmjow that he wasn’t only referring to fighting.
The arrancar smirked, moving into a ready position again. “Enough talk. Bring it.”
The two men continued their battle, Grimmjow soon finding himself on the losing end. The shinigami’s power was just too massive. It was also eerie how the shinigami was still smiling after being struck so many times, blood trickling from his wounds. He seemed to truly enjoy fighting, not minding the pain. Or perhaps he enjoyed it after a fashion.
“Not bad, hollow,” Kenpachi remarked, pleased that the other man was able to remain standing after his attacks. “But you’re starting to get boring. This can’t be all that you’ve got.”
Grimmjow growled, affronted by the implication. Screw Aizen. If this shinigami died, he died. He was asking for it anyway and had long since pissed him off. The arrancar sneered, shouting, “Grind, Pantera!” releasing his true form.
Kenpachi canted his head to one side, an amused expression on his face as he watched the arrancar transform. “I thought you were going to turn into some kind of monster, but you’re just a big cat. After I beat you, I’ll get you to curl up at my feet.”
Grimmjow hissed, rushing forward, claws out. “Don’t underestimate me, you bastard!”
Kenpachi gazed at the approaching arrancar with wild, excited eyes. “Ha ha! Yeah, that’s it! Come at me like you mean it!” He ran forward eagerly to meet the growling hollow.
A short time later, Grimmjow found himself collapsing painfully on his back, spent and bloodied. “Shit, you’re strong,” he remarked as he heard the shinigami approach where he’d been thrown.
Zaraki slung his sword over his shoulder, ignoring the pain of his wounds for now as he loomed over the hollow. “Well, you’ve got the laying at my feet part right. I guess you’re too injured to curl up, huh?”
“Screw you,” Grimmjow said, panting, lacking the energy to make his words venomous enough.
Kenpachi only laughed, watching as the arrancar gained his footing. He wore a lopsided grin exposing his teeth. “You’re welcome to try, hollow, but you’ve got to get stronger than that to be able to.”
With that, he turned away, leaving Grimmjow to trail a distance behind him, a strangely warm feeling in his gut. Unlike most shinigami, the man seemed to rely on sheer brute strength instead of fancy skills. There was something animalistic about the man, something that appealed to Grimmjow on some level more than it probably should. The hollow shook his head as if to clear it. It wasn’t as though he had weird tastes or anything. The stirring in his torn hakama seemed to make a liar out of him.
His body still aching from the sparring match earlier despite having healed his wounds, Grimmjow decided to visit the baths. Walking inside, he was met with the sight of Zaraki sitting with his back to him as he bathed, his usually spiked hair hanging wetly down around his shoulders. The arrancar tried to ignore the way the soapy water glistened on the man’s muscled body as he cleansed himself. Grimmjow found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of lather sliding down the shinigami’s back before Zaraki turned to regard him.
Kenpachi grinned when he noticed who it was, turning further toward him in the water. “Done licking your wounds, eh?”
Grimmjow let out a low growl before he turned to go. “Leaving already?” Kenpachi asked from behind him. “There’s plenty of room.” He let out a chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re shy about letting other guys see what you’ve got. Well, you didn’t seem like you had much in that release form of yours, so I guess I can understand.”
Before Kenpachi could finish speaking, an angry Grimmjow stalked forward, tearing off his towel. Climbing into the bath, he made sure the other occupant could see him before sinking into the water. “As you can see, I’ve got nothing to be shy about.” Grimmjow grasped a sponge and soap stiffly.
That grin was back on the shinigami’s face as he watched the hollow’s movements. “So it seems.”
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Grimmjow asked, glancing at him. He pointedly didn’t look below the surface of the water. “This is the one the arrancar usually use.”
“Hmph, I didn’t see a ‘hollows only’ sign, and this one was closer. A bath is a bath.”
After a few moments, of surreptitiously regarding the shinigami across from him as he washed, Grimmjow asked, “What made you come to Aizen’s side, anyway? Most of you guys fight tooth and nail against hollows. I didn’t think that there would be many that would go along with him, no matter what he was offering.”
Kenpachi looked over at the espada. “I want to become stronger, simple as that. I can’t do that in Soul Society, but here I can.”
“What about the kid?” Grimmjow asked, curious.
“We’ve been together for years. She’ll go just about anywhere I do.” Kenpachi cast his eyes downward toward the water, absently watching suds float on the surface. “At first I wasn’t sure if she would come. But she told me she’d promised to stay by my side, so she did.”
Grimmjow gazed at him. “Would you have come if she hadn’t wanted to?”
Kenpachi scratched his head in thought. “Ah, I don’t know. It would have been hard to. She can get on my nerves sometimes, but I can’t really imagine a place where she’s not around. I was a wandering warrior fighting just to live when I met her. Having her with me made me want something besides just existing. That time before I met her seems like a dream sometimes.”
The arrancar gazed at him in thought. “You’re not like other shinigami that I’ve met. Except for you and that kid, they all seem so uptight.”
Zaraki laughed. “Yeah, I’m a crude guy. Most of the captains looked down on me because of it, not like I cared. Most of them thought they were better than me.”
“Eh? Why?”
“I became captain by force, not like the others. I defeated the previous captain of the 11th.”
“What happened to him?”
Kenpachi grinned wickedly. “He’s dead. He wasn’t a weak guy, but I was stronger.”
Grimmjow raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you guys killed each other like that.” He chucked. “You guys aren’t so different than us, then.”
“Killing, dying, it’s all the same to me as long as I get to fight, as long as I can become stronger.” There was a wistful note to Kenpachi’s voice.
In a few moments, Grimmjow found intense eyes on him again. They glittered with something that Grimmjow couldn’t quite place. “Hey, if you turn around, I’ll wash your back for you,” Kenpachi offered.
Grimmjow eyed him a little warily. It wasn’t such a strange thing to offer. Figuring that he was just being paranoid, he did as the shinigami asked, moving nearer before turning away from the larger man. Kenpachi lathered a sponge, soaping Grimmjow’s back with it.
Grimmjow couldn’t keep his eyes from closing as Kenpachi cleaned him with almost caressing strokes. There was something oddly soothing about the motion. Soon, the larger man pulled him a little closer, sliding his arm around his body to begin soaping Grimmjow’s front. The sponge stroked across the arrancar’s broad chest, making his nipples harden. At some point, the sponge was abandoned in the water for just the bare hands that Kenpachi used to stroke sudsy water across his midsection. Grimmjow startled as Kenpachi began to caress the skin above the hole in his abdomen, making him shiver. Planting his hands on Kenpachi’s muscular thighs, the arrancar tried to push away, but Kenpachi pulled him close with an arm around his chest. Grimmjow could feel the shinigami’s warm breath on his neck, making him unable to suppress a shudder.
“What the hell are you doing?” Grimmjow growled as he struggled in the shinigami’s arms, splashing. It unnerved him that being unable to get away from the larger man was oddly arousing on some level.
Kenpachi laughed, his breath warm on Grimmjow’s neck and ear. “Come on, hollow. What does it look like?”
“Don’t mess with me! I don’t swing that way.”
“What does it matter as long as it feels good?” Kenpachi insisted, his voice a low rumble. “You were enjoying it before you started thinking about it too hard.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Then what’s this, then?” Kenpachi asked him, one hand slipping down to brush against Grimmjow’s growing erection.
“It doesn’t mean anything! It doesn’t mean that I’m a-”
“All it means is that you like it,” Kenpachi told him. He began to stroke Grimmjow’s length in a loose fist, making the hollow stiffen. “People like what feels good. Hollows aren’t any different than shinigami in that.” Kenpachi smirked as he heard Grimmjow try to suppress a groan, and felt him dig blunt fingernails into his thighs as he shuddered. “Maybe it’s even more so with hollows. You guys are just bundles of want aren’t you? Just listen to your instincts and let go.”
The arrancar groaned. He could feel the shinigami’s raw power washing through him and over him, making his limbs feel weak. Or maybe it was the way Kenpachi stroked him expertly from base to tip with a deft hand, his thumb sweeping over the crown to caress the slit before descending again. Grimmjow found himself allowing the shinigami to pull him back flush against his chest with his other arm before it moved to fondle an erect nipple. The hand then descended to caress the rim of the hole in Grimmjow’s abdomen, making the hollow arch against him.
Grimmjow was awash with sensation, the pulse of the shinigami’s spiritual power, his stroking hands, his teeth nibbling on his ear. He hissed, unable to keep from pushing up into the circle of Kenpachi’s stroking fingers as he bit his lip. On each backstroke of his hips, he rubbed against Zaraki’s stiffening erection, making the shinigami growl close to his ear. The sound made shivers run up and down Grimmjow’s spine. He turned his face up and away, exposing his throat. Kenpachi smirked, laving the exposed skin with his tongue before nibbling on it.
Kenpachi snuck his other hand down to fondle the hollow’s hanging sacs, massaging them in his large hand. Grimmjow cursed, shifting against the shinigami. The motion of his hips sped up to Kenpachi’s delight. The shinigami pulled him closer to get more of that delicious friction. Grimmjow began to arch against him, cursing and moving against the other man erratically. It wasn’t long before Grimmjow came, keening through gritted teeth as he spilled into the warm water. The arrancar collapsed back against Zaraki, trying to catch his breath as the man milked him dry with his hand.
Releasing the hollow’s spent member, Kenpachi planted his hands on Grimmjow’s hips, holding them in place as he thrust against his backside, his erection nestled between the hollow’s taut cheeks. It didn’t take long for the shinigami to bring himself off this way as excited as he was, spilling his essence over Grimmjow’s lower back with a satisfied groan. Zaraki washed the creamy substance away with the warm water.
When Grimmjow recovered, he found himself feeling ill at ease about what he’d just allowed to occur. His back rigid, he started to move away from the shinigami who let the hand that he’d been resting on the arrancar’s thigh trail across his hip and back, sliding it along the hollow’s cleft and finding his entrance by feel. The arrancar shivered at the strangely pleasant sensation before abruptly pulling away.
He turned angrily to face Zaraki who wore far too satisfied a look for Grimmjow’s comfort. “Letting you rub me off is one thing, but letting you put anything even near there is a different story.”
Kenpachi smirked, a knowing look in his eye. “You say that now, but I bet you’d like it.” He moved forward in the water toward the arrancar, an eager look on his face. What they’d done had only whet his appetite. “I could make you scream, you know.”
“I bet, in pain. I can’t imagine anybody enjoying that.”
Kenpachi smirked. “There’s lots of ways I can make a guy scream, but if I’m doing that, there’s only one reason for it.”
“I’ll pass,” Grimmjow told him, stepping out of the water. He ignored the way his member twitched at the images Kenpachi’s words had conjured in his mind. He frowned. His body was behaving strangely because it had been far too long since he’d gotten release with someone. That was all there was to it. What had happened didn’t really mean anything other than that.
Kenpachi gazed at the wet hollow, leaning against the tiles on his elbows. The smaller man had a great ass. He was going to end up dreaming about being inside of that. “Suit yourself,” the shinigami told him. Kenpachi grinned to himself as he watched the hollow dry off with brisk strokes in his annoyance. He hated waiting, but he could be patient when he wanted to be.
TBC