Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Perpetual ❯ Lies ( Chapter 9 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach and the characters and gets paid for it. I don't. I just write these to amuse myself. It's easier than planning the overthrow of the great Imperialist society by flooding the global market with ill fitting shoes.

 

Lies

 

Grimmjow, looking defiant, slouched against the wall. He'd been listening to Tosen and Aizen spout on about duty and responsibility and pride and honour and words, words, words. Words that had little meaning to him. These shits could crap on and mouth things at him until their spittle dried and their mouths were filled with sand and he'd still remain unmoved. What did their ideas matter to him? They were applying their flawed principles to his world, which they didn't understand, and then expected everyone to follow their rules. Rules! Fuck the rules. They only wanted rules because they made them feel safe.

 

For all the posturing and carrying on, he knew Aizen was nervous as was his buddy, Tosen. After all the years of planning he wondered why they had bothered to do any of it. Aizen had been scared in the Seireitei, trying to dispose of any threat he noticed, but doing it surreptitiously, like the skulking coward he was. He didn't meet the threat directly and show his strength, probably because every person he feared was better, fitter, faster and happier than Aizen and the tragic scum that slavishly followed him. He thought he was so clever and cunning to have hidden his nature among the people whom he lived for so many years, but it really only proved that they didn't care. He wasn't important enough for anyone to notice, or find him a threat. Once or twice he'd heard him boast about some of the things he'd done, but all these `noble actions' seemed weak and pathetic to Grimmjow. Why work in the shadows when you want recognition?

 

The men yapped on and he carelessly yawned without covering his mouth. All he was interested in was power, sex, fighting and fun. For all the promises that the stupid ex-shinigami had made he saw no benefit, except the girl. The girl was at least a more satisfying way of spending time than waiting around for this supposed invasion which didn't seem to be happening. He wanted to fight the girl's human love interest and kill him so that would be one less distraction for her. Sharing her with Ichimaru didn't bother him; the guy couldn't compare to him. After all, he, Grimmjow, had been the first man to make her come. While Aizen drew another breath and began to rave on about something else, he remembered how her body had felt. She had been shocked at the pleasure he'd given her and obviously unused to the way her body could react given the right handling and stimulation. Her cries of pleasure had made his arrogance grow. She'd been raped, or so she'd said, pretty viciously by Aizen and then raped again by Gin, but he'd made her come. Now she couldn't get enough sex. More especially she couldn't get enough of him. He'd noticed her hesitation when she'd tried to be fair and agreed it was Ichimaru's turn, but her eyes had lingered on him, he knew they had. The girl couldn't get enough of sex with him. She had good taste.

 

He couldn't get enough of plunging his aching cock in her. She was a prime screw.

 

Ulquiorra might be a problem. Unlike Gin, he seemed to actually care about the girl and wanted to please her. When they had all been playing with the girl, Grimmjow hadn't missed the spark of anger he's seen in the Arrancar's green eyes as the other men commenced touching her, but he'd wisely said nothing. It might be interesting for them both to have her in the bed and use her as a type of contest. The one who pleased her most got to fuck her first while the other one watched. The thought of that made his blood begin the pound as he imagined the girl responding to him and begging him to please her in front of the self possessed guy. That would make a considerable dent in the bastard's ego if the girl he `loved' was begging another man to fuck her. Crossing his legs as he leant against the wall, he wondered how much longer Aizen and Tosen could talk. If they thought he'd listen to them, they were either unobservant or hoped that the continual barrage of words might make some impression.

 

“Jaggerjacks, are you listening?” demanded the dark ex-Shinigami, his arrogant tone another offence on his ears.

 

“Why would I? Are you saying something important this time?”

 

He laughed at the expression that passed over Tosen's face. The man was not used to defiance and he revelled in showing him disrespect at every opportunity. He remembered the pleasure he'd oozed after he'd cut off his arm, seeming to mete out justice, but in reality taking pride in causing another being pain. The man seemed greedy for that, not the respect or honour he raved about, but the fear that he inspired in others. When they had watched Gin rape Orihime under Aizen's command, Tosen had a gratified look on his face as the girl had cried, screamed and struggled.

 

Even though he didn't want to admit it, Grimmjow had glanced down and noticed that the guy had got his jollies from it. He was probably furious he hadn't been given a chance with the girl.

 

Obviously the man got off on pain and he seemed to want to cause hurt. Aizen had watched and while it was obvious he'd enjoyed the show, he seemed to be the type to prefer inflicting pain, to keep the touch more personal, but this other guy just liked pain, any type of pain and as much as he could absorb.

 

They were both sick bastards and he wanted them out of Hueco Mundo. The king was a prick, but at least he understood what it was like to be an Espada while these posturing wankers still assumed their superiority.

 

“Now, Grimmjow, do we have to teach you again?” Aizen seemed assured that he could pull Grimmjow back into line with the implied threat.

 

“Teach me? Ha! You couldn't teach me anything except how to despise you more. Why don't you scuttle back to where you came from? You don't have to involve us in your internal struggle,” Grimmjow did not even try to conceal his disgust.

 

This time he was prepared for Aizen's reaction. The man had flexed his reiatsu at Grimmjow too many times for him to be caught on this occasion. Instead he built up his own spirit energy into a shield that protected him from the increasing pressure from without. “How stupid do you think I am? You can't use the same thing over and over and expect it to work. Leave me alone, Aizen. I don't answer to you anymore.”

 

Aizen hesitated and then dropped the attempt while turning to the blank monitors. Indicating one, which lit up suddenly, he said, “Not even for her?”

 

The girl lay in the bed, crying in her sleep as her body contorted with pain. The blood rushed to his groin as he imagined her moving her body on top of him like that, but through pleasure, not pain, as they fucked.

 

“What did you do to her?” The words were ripped from his lips without any thought.

 

“Nothing? Why, do you think I should?” Aizen said, a strange and rather high pitched tone to his voice.

 

“Stop lying to me, prick. I know you raped the girl repeatedly to get your sick kicks from her just after she got here,” Grimmjow accused, his eyes riveted to the image on the screen.

 

“And you didn't?” Aizen asked silkily.

 

Without pausing Grimmjow shrugged. “She's enjoyed every time we've been together. I make her come over and over again. You never have.”

 

“Yes, I've watched the two of you together. She's fucked Ulquiorra and Gin more than she's fucked you. Why is that, do you think? Last time she actually had sex with Ulquiorra while he was asleep, until he woke up and joined in. Has she ever done that with you? The little slut has sucked both Ichimaru and Ulquiorra's cocks with pleasure. Has she done that for you?” Tosen tried to keep his tone impartial, but the salacious pleasure he received from conveying the details and in anticipation of any pain he caused, made his tone heavy and his enjoyment obvious.

 

Keeping his stance straight, Grimmjow didn't reel from the revelation. He'd had the girl twice and from what these voyeuristic dicks were saying, he was getting less than the others. That didn't seem fair. Did the girl prefer them to him? That couldn't be possible, could it?

 

“And who told you I raped the girl? Do you have any proof? How do you know she didn't welcome me between her eager thighs, sighing and gasping in anticipation? Begging me to take her harder. You know she pleaded with me to give her to other men because she wants sex so much she's prepared to have anyone on top of her or behind her.” For some reason there was a hint of truth in Aizen's voice.

 

That truth taint made Grimmjow pause. He only had Orihime's word that Aizen had raped her. But why would she say that if it wasn't true? To make him pity her? To make him help her escape so she could return to that loser, Ichigo? That had been her plan all the time. In order to return to that weakling she'd agree to have sex with anyone who might be persuaded to help her break free. And Grimmjow had been sucked in.

 

“I can show you, Grimmjow, if you wish. The proof is here,” Aizen said with a flourish, he indicated the monitors.

 

That was unexpected. Grimmjow was uncertain if he wanted to see the girl fucking Aizen, and he remembered how hot he'd gotten as he'd watched Gin take the girl. She had seemed oddly placid. She'd cried and screamed and struggled a little, but that could have all been show to make him believe that she was resisting.

 

Without any further comment the monitor flickered into life. He thought he heard the snick of metal as though a sword had been drawn, but his attention was drawn to the screen and the images displayed. He saw Orihime look up when Aizen entered the room. She removed her clothes readily and appeared to urge the older man to have sex with her. There was no sound, just the inflammatory images of Orihime and Aizen together, on the bed, each apparently enjoying the other without coercion.

 

He was almost convinced by what he saw. Almost. He felt his cock harden as he watched but the longer he watched the less aroused he became. The movements seemed too slick, almost as if they were long time lovers who were over the first passionate attraction. If this was the first time these two were together he would have expected a little more excitement. And the girl didn't even wince when she lost her virginity.

 

Someone was lying.