Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 4
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MrAZ 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 687 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 687 | Status: Completed
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The spray of the water stung Rangiku's skin. Looking down at herself she laughed. She looked as if she had recently wrestled with a beehive and lost. She laughed until she remembered who had done it.
She pressed her head against the wall and groaned. Grimmjow was right, she was fucked in the head. The self-loathing that always followed after a night like last night filled her head. Usually she drowned it with a hearty helping of booze, but she wasn't likely to get any of that here.
Rangiku felt disgusted with herself. An arrancar had fucked her not once, but twice and he'd even gone down on her and she on him. If that hadn't been enough to hate herself over, one of those two fucks had been instigated by her.
With a groan, the blonde planted her face in her hands and stood under the steaming hot stream of the shower. The heat felt like suitable punishment.
--
The arrancar was slow to wake, the lack of the warm body draped atop him registering and pulling him out of his dreamless sleep. His arm lifted sluggishly and fell out to the side, finding only cold empty mattress. His head turning to the side against the pillow, he opened his eyes and saw the stretch of white of the rumpled bed clothing.
...this wasn't his bed.
Sitting up, it only took a moment for Grimmjow to glance around the room, noting the torn sheet on the floor near the chair, and the stack of fresh clothing near the door, to remember where he was. Right. The shinigami woman. He smirked softly and then looked at the bed, that smirk melting into a scowl. Where the hell was she?
A moment of brief angered panic took hold of him as he considered the possibility that she'd escaped. No. Fuck no. There was no way she had. Gods, Aizen would have his balls and more importantly his seis if she'd somehow gotten away on his watch.
The sound of the shower in the other room removed that possibility from his mind and though he was relieved, he scowled. Damn woman... Getting up from the bed, he made his way over to grab up the clothes the servant had brought and left yesterday, smirking softly as he realized what had caused the girl's delay. Not only was there the white arrancar uniform, fitted for the shinigami, but a fresh pair of clothing for him. Such a smart little servant he had.
Tucking the bundle of clothing for them both under an arm, he snapped his fingers to summon for the servant again. This room was a mess. She'd figure out what needed to be done. Making his way into the bathroom, he tossed the folded clothing onto a small dressing table there and pulled the shower open. "Oi."
Jerking her head around, she glared at her intruder. "What? Isn't it obvious? I'm showering. What are you doing here? I thought you would have gone back to your room."
"Ya thought wrong. I jus' woke up." Always the epitome of class and grace, Grimmjow ran a hand through his tousled blue hair and then rubbed at his groin. The dried semen was a bit itchy, now that he was fully awake and aware. Closing the shower behind him, he moved closer to her, looming over her. "I didn't say ya could leave the bed."
Rangiku's brow rose before turning her back to him. "Oh? I didn't realize I needed permission for that."
"Oh ya didn't, didja?" He came up fully behind her, his groin pressing up against her backside and his arm reaching over her shoulder to press against the shower wall. "Ya need to realize these things..."
A sigh escaped her lips involuntarily. Damn him, damn him, damn him! She could already feel her pussy thickening and getting wetter just from the mere contact of his body against hers. Damn her body and its whorish ways. "I didn't need your permission the day before yesterday or the day before that. Why do I suddenly need it today?"
"Those days were different. I wasn't in yer bed when you woke, was I?" He grinned, feeling her body react against his, his own stirring in kind. His arm staying pinning her between himself and the wall, the other skimmed down her back, tracing the various bite and scratch marks over her skin.
"So it's my fault you spent the night? Hardly." She winced as his finger grazed her back, however the shock of pain went straight to her groin making her groan.
"I can spend the night in yer room if I damn well want to," he growled, nails rasping over the top of her buttock to grasp her hip and tilt them just so. His hips angled forward, the tip of his erection fitting against her body. "An' if I need to remind you.... You hardly seemed upset to have me share yer bed last night."
"Oh yes, please remind me. I can't seem to remember any of it."
"Ya dun remember my cock in you, you beggin' fer more? Tellin' me what a good fuck I am?" he asked with a growl, his hand going around her waist to palm over her sex and rub at her clit.
She remembered all right. She remembered it all too well. His touch, his kisses, the way he savagely took her and was ready to again. There were so many awful things about this situation but this wasn't one of them. The sex was the only good thing about her damn capture. Her only hope was that he wouldn't tire of her the way Gin had.
Her body responded to him as it should have, welcoming his fingers and his greedy touch. She moaned and leaned her head back against his shoulder. "How could I forget..."
"Yer body sure as all hell remembers..." His head dipped to her neck, licking at the clear water running down over her flesh. His mouth also found and licked at every single mark he'd left on her neck, some darker than others. Each just as arousing as the next, the dark little bruises on her pale skin marks of his ownership of her.
She put her hand out to brace herself against the wall, but it was useless once she felt her entire front press against the cool tile. Grimmjow's hand was a demon in her pussy, reminding her of just how much of her he'd claimed.
With the side of her face pressed against the wall she looked back at him and smirked. "Maybe I need another good hard fuck to remind me of just how bad a shinigami I am."
She was goading him. He knew that. But dammit she was sexy while doing it, with that heat in her gaze and her body writhing and sliding against the slick wall. And her body. Never could he forget her body, hot and tight and legs spreading any time his fingers or his dick got anywhere near her.
Smirking back at her just as hotly, he slid his fingers out of her and pressed his hand against her thigh, parting her legs further and pushing up into her easily. His thrust was quick and smooth, burying in to the hilt, and continued with each push into her, pressing her tighter against the wall. "Good or bad, I dun care... Ya jus' need to remember ye'r mine."
Oh yes. How true he was. Last night was it. No cock could ever satisfy her like his could and they both knew it. Even if her mind rebelled against the notion of taking on an arrancar lover, her body and twisted desires reveled in it.
Her breath came out in a welcome sigh as he slid into her. Rangiku felt like a puddle of goo barely able to hold herself up. Had it not been for Grimmjow holding her tightly as he fucked her slow and deeply, she would have collapsed under the weight of her lust. "Yes... yes... Grimmjow... sama..."
Damn her. That throaty rasp of his name and the complete and utter term of respect almost made him come then and there, just as it had yesterday when she'd called him Master. He was addressed with that level of respect frequently, either as Grimmjow or Jaggerjack, depending on the rank of the one addressing him. From a lower ranked arrancar, it was expected, and a matter of pride. But from a shinigami... Complete and total turn on.
"Ya gonna leave me alone in bed again, or wake me properly..." he growled against her ear, licking around the shell of it and nipping at it with his teeth. He felt her sag a bit in his arms, her limbs going numb and barely able to hold her up, and slipped his arm about her torso under her breasts.
"Yes, yes... whatever you want, Grimmjow... just fuck me..."
There was such desperation and need in her voice, she might as well have been outright begging. So he gave her the same treatment he would have had she begged and pleaded for just one more thrust. Thrusts hard and deep into her, keeping her body pinned against the wall, his hand rubbing over the flat of her stomach and up to grope at her breasts as he lost himself in her once more.
After the rough and tumble brutality of last night, this slow grind was exactly what she needed and Grimmjow was perfect in his delivery. Lifting her arm away from the wall, she looped it behind her and slid her fingers through his damp hair. She pulled his lips down on hers and kissed him deeply. It was similar to the first kiss she'd given him yesterday, but rather than challenging him with her kiss, she was surrendering fully to him, accepting this man as her body's master.
His tongue slid into her mouth, taking what she offered up to be his and claiming it completely. His. She was completely his. And he'd take what was his as many times as she could manage, as often as he liked. Accepting her surrender, he gave her what she craved and he had the power and control to give, his fingers twisting at her nipples as her body writhed wantonly against his. Breaking her control, and letting his own slip once she succumbed to what he offered.
It wasn't as explosive or mind numbing as previous orgasms, but it was just as satisfying. When she came it was the final seal to her fate, the last surrender. There was nothing she could do to change her fate, and she no longer felt the desire to.
He rocked hard into her as her body gripped and spasmed about him, his fingers fully splayed on the wet tile of the wall. As he came he growled shortly, his hand tremored and balled into a fist, hitting against the wall as he tensed. The tremors and tightness eventually passed and his body grew a bit slack. His hips pulled back from hers but he stayed loosely holding her about the waist, in case she should crumple to the floor. "Can ya stand?" he said gruffly, words half muffled against her hair.
Lowering her raised leg, she nodded and slowly turned around to face him. "I can stand." Her face was inches from his but she made no move to kiss him, or do anything. Her hand however reached out for the bar of soap and slowly and carefully she began to wash the arrancar's body.
He didn't speak much throughout the rest of the shower. He just watched her as he let her bathe him, blue eyes boring into matching irises. The woman really should enjoy it; it was Grimmjow ever had a quiet moment, for anything. Really the longest he ever sat idle and silent was in Espada meetings, when Aizen commanded their full attention and had something to address. Once he was clean, and he oversaw her cleaning her own body, every single nook and curve, he shut off the water.
Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and tossed her one as well. "C'mere," he said, tucking the towel about his waist and going over to where he'd left their fresh clothes.
The taste of him was still fresh on her tongue. She should have known the gentle washing of his cock would have aroused him and she should have expected he would ask for a blowjob. Of course she'd given it to him, she rather enjoyed giving them. He was quite appreciative and he really did have a delicious dick.
She followed him, taking the towel from him with a sexy smile and dried herself off, making sure he got a good show in the process. The towel remained draped over her shoulders rather than wrapped around her body. She didn't want to obstruct his view of her.
His eyes followed the motions of her hands, watching her dry herself. Finally turning away from her, he tugged off his own towel to finish drying himself. He rubbed the towel over his chest and briefly over his blue hair before tossing the towel aside. Leaving the woman standing with just the towel covering her bare shoulders, he picked up his clothes to get dressed, puling on the hakama first. Always the hakama first, then the vest. After not having it for weeks, he liked for the number on his back to be as visible for as long as possible.
She stood there silently appreciating every move he made. He really was quite the male specimen. When he was dressed she gave him a sly smile and asked, "Is it my turn to dress?"
"Ya," he said, snatching at her wrist to pull her over into the dressing area and before a mirror. He started to hand her the white uniform, curious despite himself to see what cut of the uniform the servant had brought and how it would look on her, but he stopped his order to her to dress in front of him before it crossed his lips.
She was his now. A shinigami about to willingly don the arrancar outfit, the white hakama instead of pitch black. She needed to be reminded of how completely she was his now, and know how he expected to see her when not naked. Giving her a soft smirk, he kept the uniform in hand and instead pulled the towel from her shoulders before he started dressing her. His hands taking liberties with her flesh before it was covered.
No man, in her entire life, had ever dressed her. It was a new and slightly embarrassing experience. Though it wasn't without its merits and Grimmjow was quick to prove. A slight nibble to her pussy as he drew up her hakama or the fondling and rubbing of her breasts both before and after the jacket came over her and closed. The man even went so far as to mark her thighs with hickies as he pulled the tabi over her feet. Once he had her completely dressed and covered, he began unhooking the top until her breasts spilled from it much like it had in her shihakushou.
Rangiku's brow quirked upward with amusement. She was finished being dressed but he still would not relent on her nipples. At that moment they looked like gumdrops poking through the fabric of the uniform. She laughed softly, "I don't think they can get any harder, Grimmjow."
"Nah... I know that they can..." Grinning, he shifted from in front of her and moved to stand behind her. His arms went about her, one clasping a breast and tracing his fingers around the hard nub of her nipple. For once he gave some mercy to her flesh, not pinching and twisting them, instead just tracing the edge of his nail around the tip of her breast. His other hand stole down, pushing easily under the black band about her waist to cup between her legs. The bath had been a waste... She was already soaked again.
Pressing his own hardness against her clothed backside, he smirked softly and glanced at their reflection in the mirror. The inverted colors of the uniform from her usual standing out the most, from the black tabi on her feet to the white top. His head over hers, her body blocking his in her like attire, but his hands all over her. "See. Harder."
If she thought about how demeaning it was to have this arrancar summon her desires so easily, she'd fall into another tailspin of self-loathing. Luckily for Grimmjow she had stopped caring that morning in the shower. She might hate his guts, but the way and how easily he manipulated her body toward dizzying ecstasy made it worth it. Now was no different as she watched him in the mirror. She smirked at him, eyes locking through the glass. "And wetter."
"Ya sure as fuck are," he said with a grin, hand moving in her hakama to slid his fingers into her, giving slow pumps in and out as he let only the palm of his hand rub against her clit. His other hand moving to the other breast to rub at her nipple, giving the abandoned one a twist before moving.
His eyes watching her in the mirror suddenly darkened, a feral look crossing his face and staying there as he sensed something.
"Not. Fucking. Now."
The wall to the bathroom shimmered but stayed opaque, a voice coming from the main room. "Aizen-sama requests your presence in his private chambers, Jaggerjack-sama."
Shit. "When."
"Immediately."
Shitshit. Immediately with Aizen meant five minutes ago.
"Noted. Dismissed."
Rangiku's face took on a panicked look. She was halfway to another one of Grimmjow's blessed orgasms. She turned to look at his angry profile. "You're leaving aren't you..."
"Leave or make Aizen-sama wait?" He tossed a glance to her in the mirror, the look in his eyes making it clear that was the most foolish thing he could do. His left shoulder rolled unconsciously. He'd lost his rank once before. He wasn't again, for any reason.
His hand stayed pushed down her pants a moment more before finally withdrawing, giving a slight pinch to her clit. "Ya though... Ye'r gonna wait for me in bed. Keep yerself good and wet." He grinned and nipped at her neck before pulling away from her straighten his clothes and glance in the mirror. "And nothin' else. I"ll know if ya do."
Her jaw dropped with indignation. "You're kidding me, right? I can come any second now and you're gonna make me wait?"
"I can't keep Aizen-sama waiting." Certain he looked presentable, he just needed to make a quick pass by his room for his zanpakuto to appear before Aizen in full uniform, he glanced at her as he moved for the door. "But you I can."
Still in chock and full-tilt arousal she watched him go. Once the door slid behind him with a rather permanent click, the blonde screamed with sexual frustration. Flinging herself into the bed, she waited for Grimmjow like a good little pet trying her best to keep her hands from wandering over to her sex.
Holding by the door a moment, Grimmjow smirked softly at hearing the scream all too well through the door. She'd follow his order though. He knew she would. And if she didn't....
A grin just split his lips and he turned away from the door. Either way, it'd be interesting upon his return. Moving away from the door, he vanished from the hallway. An Espada did not run through the halls of Las Noches, for any reason.
They did however, use sonido to keep Aizen from waiting.
--
Aizen really did have such impeccable timing sometimes.
Watching the arrancar disappear down the hallway, his eyes able to follow the motions of the sonido as easily as he could see shyunpo, Gin stepped from the shadows and over to the door. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a key with a dark grin.
Aizen with his impressive reiatsu, and his little loyal creatures with heir hollow sides, weren't the only ones who could come and go as they pleased within this compound. It just wouldn't do to have Aizen's long time companion locked out of any room in Las Noches.
And to think that Sexta-san dared try to put a locked door between him and what was his... And pass through that door.
The grin on Gin's lips was dangerous as he slid the lock open, the door opening for him. He was coming to see Rangiku far earlier than originally planned. But things were different. Very, very different.
Rangiku sat up on the bed excitedly as if she were a puppy waiting for its master. However her excitement turned to dread when she saw just who had come through the door. Slowly she inched her way toward the far side of the bed as if she knew something bad was coming for her.
His grin flattened out into a dangerous leer, pale blue eyes opening to stare down the woman and meeting her widened gaze. "Now ya got me all wonderin' 'bout one li'l thin'. Rangiku. Why ain't'cha glad ta see me?"
She continued to inch away until there was no more bed for her to move. Starting to leave it, she shook her head. "When have I ever been glad these last few years?"
"Why'ja go an' say somethin' like 'at, Rangiku? Ya know how 'at upsets me so." He was by the bed before she could move another inch, his hand going around her neck and pressing her head back. His fingers tightened dangerously when he saw the marks on her neck, from fingers, lips teeth, put there by the arrancar. "An' dun'cha go tryin' ta go nowhere, now. Didn't'cher Sexta-san say ta not leave tha bed?"
All capacity to breathe stopped. No matter what she did at this point she was as good as dead. However she refused to be treated like this by this man. She wouldn't let this man have his way. Trying with all her might, she clawed at his wrist and forearm even as she fought for breath.
"Why ya have'ta make me go an' do this, Rangiku?" the silver haired man said in a whispery sigh. His hand stayed on her throat, exerting just enough pressure to make her vision blur but not enough to make her pass out. She wasn't as fun when she was unconscious. A bit of struggle was best, but this was the most she'd put up in years. His hold not once loosened by her clawing, he reached down to tug his garment open.
This was a losing battle and she knew it, but she wasn't going to give in. She felt herself thrown on the bed and even as her pants were torn off she never once stopped trying to get the man off her.
--
The door swung shut behind him but Grimmjow didn't glance back to make sure it closed quietly. Instead he strode forward toward the man seated in the ovular white chair, carefully assessing the look on Aizen's face as best he could. Aizen looked.... peaceful. Whether that was a face or not, Grimmjow wasn't sure. But it was better than outward annoyance at being kept waiting, even a moment.
He gave the slightest bow, more of a nod of his head, one that made every other arrancar scoff under their breath when they saw it, every time. They could all suck it though. He had other ways of delivering his respect to Aizen.
"Aizen-sama."
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She pressed her head against the wall and groaned. Grimmjow was right, she was fucked in the head. The self-loathing that always followed after a night like last night filled her head. Usually she drowned it with a hearty helping of booze, but she wasn't likely to get any of that here.
Rangiku felt disgusted with herself. An arrancar had fucked her not once, but twice and he'd even gone down on her and she on him. If that hadn't been enough to hate herself over, one of those two fucks had been instigated by her.
With a groan, the blonde planted her face in her hands and stood under the steaming hot stream of the shower. The heat felt like suitable punishment.
--
The arrancar was slow to wake, the lack of the warm body draped atop him registering and pulling him out of his dreamless sleep. His arm lifted sluggishly and fell out to the side, finding only cold empty mattress. His head turning to the side against the pillow, he opened his eyes and saw the stretch of white of the rumpled bed clothing.
...this wasn't his bed.
Sitting up, it only took a moment for Grimmjow to glance around the room, noting the torn sheet on the floor near the chair, and the stack of fresh clothing near the door, to remember where he was. Right. The shinigami woman. He smirked softly and then looked at the bed, that smirk melting into a scowl. Where the hell was she?
A moment of brief angered panic took hold of him as he considered the possibility that she'd escaped. No. Fuck no. There was no way she had. Gods, Aizen would have his balls and more importantly his seis if she'd somehow gotten away on his watch.
The sound of the shower in the other room removed that possibility from his mind and though he was relieved, he scowled. Damn woman... Getting up from the bed, he made his way over to grab up the clothes the servant had brought and left yesterday, smirking softly as he realized what had caused the girl's delay. Not only was there the white arrancar uniform, fitted for the shinigami, but a fresh pair of clothing for him. Such a smart little servant he had.
Tucking the bundle of clothing for them both under an arm, he snapped his fingers to summon for the servant again. This room was a mess. She'd figure out what needed to be done. Making his way into the bathroom, he tossed the folded clothing onto a small dressing table there and pulled the shower open. "Oi."
Jerking her head around, she glared at her intruder. "What? Isn't it obvious? I'm showering. What are you doing here? I thought you would have gone back to your room."
"Ya thought wrong. I jus' woke up." Always the epitome of class and grace, Grimmjow ran a hand through his tousled blue hair and then rubbed at his groin. The dried semen was a bit itchy, now that he was fully awake and aware. Closing the shower behind him, he moved closer to her, looming over her. "I didn't say ya could leave the bed."
Rangiku's brow rose before turning her back to him. "Oh? I didn't realize I needed permission for that."
"Oh ya didn't, didja?" He came up fully behind her, his groin pressing up against her backside and his arm reaching over her shoulder to press against the shower wall. "Ya need to realize these things..."
A sigh escaped her lips involuntarily. Damn him, damn him, damn him! She could already feel her pussy thickening and getting wetter just from the mere contact of his body against hers. Damn her body and its whorish ways. "I didn't need your permission the day before yesterday or the day before that. Why do I suddenly need it today?"
"Those days were different. I wasn't in yer bed when you woke, was I?" He grinned, feeling her body react against his, his own stirring in kind. His arm staying pinning her between himself and the wall, the other skimmed down her back, tracing the various bite and scratch marks over her skin.
"So it's my fault you spent the night? Hardly." She winced as his finger grazed her back, however the shock of pain went straight to her groin making her groan.
"I can spend the night in yer room if I damn well want to," he growled, nails rasping over the top of her buttock to grasp her hip and tilt them just so. His hips angled forward, the tip of his erection fitting against her body. "An' if I need to remind you.... You hardly seemed upset to have me share yer bed last night."
"Oh yes, please remind me. I can't seem to remember any of it."
"Ya dun remember my cock in you, you beggin' fer more? Tellin' me what a good fuck I am?" he asked with a growl, his hand going around her waist to palm over her sex and rub at her clit.
She remembered all right. She remembered it all too well. His touch, his kisses, the way he savagely took her and was ready to again. There were so many awful things about this situation but this wasn't one of them. The sex was the only good thing about her damn capture. Her only hope was that he wouldn't tire of her the way Gin had.
Her body responded to him as it should have, welcoming his fingers and his greedy touch. She moaned and leaned her head back against his shoulder. "How could I forget..."
"Yer body sure as all hell remembers..." His head dipped to her neck, licking at the clear water running down over her flesh. His mouth also found and licked at every single mark he'd left on her neck, some darker than others. Each just as arousing as the next, the dark little bruises on her pale skin marks of his ownership of her.
She put her hand out to brace herself against the wall, but it was useless once she felt her entire front press against the cool tile. Grimmjow's hand was a demon in her pussy, reminding her of just how much of her he'd claimed.
With the side of her face pressed against the wall she looked back at him and smirked. "Maybe I need another good hard fuck to remind me of just how bad a shinigami I am."
She was goading him. He knew that. But dammit she was sexy while doing it, with that heat in her gaze and her body writhing and sliding against the slick wall. And her body. Never could he forget her body, hot and tight and legs spreading any time his fingers or his dick got anywhere near her.
Smirking back at her just as hotly, he slid his fingers out of her and pressed his hand against her thigh, parting her legs further and pushing up into her easily. His thrust was quick and smooth, burying in to the hilt, and continued with each push into her, pressing her tighter against the wall. "Good or bad, I dun care... Ya jus' need to remember ye'r mine."
Oh yes. How true he was. Last night was it. No cock could ever satisfy her like his could and they both knew it. Even if her mind rebelled against the notion of taking on an arrancar lover, her body and twisted desires reveled in it.
Her breath came out in a welcome sigh as he slid into her. Rangiku felt like a puddle of goo barely able to hold herself up. Had it not been for Grimmjow holding her tightly as he fucked her slow and deeply, she would have collapsed under the weight of her lust. "Yes... yes... Grimmjow... sama..."
Damn her. That throaty rasp of his name and the complete and utter term of respect almost made him come then and there, just as it had yesterday when she'd called him Master. He was addressed with that level of respect frequently, either as Grimmjow or Jaggerjack, depending on the rank of the one addressing him. From a lower ranked arrancar, it was expected, and a matter of pride. But from a shinigami... Complete and total turn on.
"Ya gonna leave me alone in bed again, or wake me properly..." he growled against her ear, licking around the shell of it and nipping at it with his teeth. He felt her sag a bit in his arms, her limbs going numb and barely able to hold her up, and slipped his arm about her torso under her breasts.
"Yes, yes... whatever you want, Grimmjow... just fuck me..."
There was such desperation and need in her voice, she might as well have been outright begging. So he gave her the same treatment he would have had she begged and pleaded for just one more thrust. Thrusts hard and deep into her, keeping her body pinned against the wall, his hand rubbing over the flat of her stomach and up to grope at her breasts as he lost himself in her once more.
After the rough and tumble brutality of last night, this slow grind was exactly what she needed and Grimmjow was perfect in his delivery. Lifting her arm away from the wall, she looped it behind her and slid her fingers through his damp hair. She pulled his lips down on hers and kissed him deeply. It was similar to the first kiss she'd given him yesterday, but rather than challenging him with her kiss, she was surrendering fully to him, accepting this man as her body's master.
His tongue slid into her mouth, taking what she offered up to be his and claiming it completely. His. She was completely his. And he'd take what was his as many times as she could manage, as often as he liked. Accepting her surrender, he gave her what she craved and he had the power and control to give, his fingers twisting at her nipples as her body writhed wantonly against his. Breaking her control, and letting his own slip once she succumbed to what he offered.
It wasn't as explosive or mind numbing as previous orgasms, but it was just as satisfying. When she came it was the final seal to her fate, the last surrender. There was nothing she could do to change her fate, and she no longer felt the desire to.
He rocked hard into her as her body gripped and spasmed about him, his fingers fully splayed on the wet tile of the wall. As he came he growled shortly, his hand tremored and balled into a fist, hitting against the wall as he tensed. The tremors and tightness eventually passed and his body grew a bit slack. His hips pulled back from hers but he stayed loosely holding her about the waist, in case she should crumple to the floor. "Can ya stand?" he said gruffly, words half muffled against her hair.
Lowering her raised leg, she nodded and slowly turned around to face him. "I can stand." Her face was inches from his but she made no move to kiss him, or do anything. Her hand however reached out for the bar of soap and slowly and carefully she began to wash the arrancar's body.
He didn't speak much throughout the rest of the shower. He just watched her as he let her bathe him, blue eyes boring into matching irises. The woman really should enjoy it; it was Grimmjow ever had a quiet moment, for anything. Really the longest he ever sat idle and silent was in Espada meetings, when Aizen commanded their full attention and had something to address. Once he was clean, and he oversaw her cleaning her own body, every single nook and curve, he shut off the water.
Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and tossed her one as well. "C'mere," he said, tucking the towel about his waist and going over to where he'd left their fresh clothes.
The taste of him was still fresh on her tongue. She should have known the gentle washing of his cock would have aroused him and she should have expected he would ask for a blowjob. Of course she'd given it to him, she rather enjoyed giving them. He was quite appreciative and he really did have a delicious dick.
She followed him, taking the towel from him with a sexy smile and dried herself off, making sure he got a good show in the process. The towel remained draped over her shoulders rather than wrapped around her body. She didn't want to obstruct his view of her.
His eyes followed the motions of her hands, watching her dry herself. Finally turning away from her, he tugged off his own towel to finish drying himself. He rubbed the towel over his chest and briefly over his blue hair before tossing the towel aside. Leaving the woman standing with just the towel covering her bare shoulders, he picked up his clothes to get dressed, puling on the hakama first. Always the hakama first, then the vest. After not having it for weeks, he liked for the number on his back to be as visible for as long as possible.
She stood there silently appreciating every move he made. He really was quite the male specimen. When he was dressed she gave him a sly smile and asked, "Is it my turn to dress?"
"Ya," he said, snatching at her wrist to pull her over into the dressing area and before a mirror. He started to hand her the white uniform, curious despite himself to see what cut of the uniform the servant had brought and how it would look on her, but he stopped his order to her to dress in front of him before it crossed his lips.
She was his now. A shinigami about to willingly don the arrancar outfit, the white hakama instead of pitch black. She needed to be reminded of how completely she was his now, and know how he expected to see her when not naked. Giving her a soft smirk, he kept the uniform in hand and instead pulled the towel from her shoulders before he started dressing her. His hands taking liberties with her flesh before it was covered.
No man, in her entire life, had ever dressed her. It was a new and slightly embarrassing experience. Though it wasn't without its merits and Grimmjow was quick to prove. A slight nibble to her pussy as he drew up her hakama or the fondling and rubbing of her breasts both before and after the jacket came over her and closed. The man even went so far as to mark her thighs with hickies as he pulled the tabi over her feet. Once he had her completely dressed and covered, he began unhooking the top until her breasts spilled from it much like it had in her shihakushou.
Rangiku's brow quirked upward with amusement. She was finished being dressed but he still would not relent on her nipples. At that moment they looked like gumdrops poking through the fabric of the uniform. She laughed softly, "I don't think they can get any harder, Grimmjow."
"Nah... I know that they can..." Grinning, he shifted from in front of her and moved to stand behind her. His arms went about her, one clasping a breast and tracing his fingers around the hard nub of her nipple. For once he gave some mercy to her flesh, not pinching and twisting them, instead just tracing the edge of his nail around the tip of her breast. His other hand stole down, pushing easily under the black band about her waist to cup between her legs. The bath had been a waste... She was already soaked again.
Pressing his own hardness against her clothed backside, he smirked softly and glanced at their reflection in the mirror. The inverted colors of the uniform from her usual standing out the most, from the black tabi on her feet to the white top. His head over hers, her body blocking his in her like attire, but his hands all over her. "See. Harder."
If she thought about how demeaning it was to have this arrancar summon her desires so easily, she'd fall into another tailspin of self-loathing. Luckily for Grimmjow she had stopped caring that morning in the shower. She might hate his guts, but the way and how easily he manipulated her body toward dizzying ecstasy made it worth it. Now was no different as she watched him in the mirror. She smirked at him, eyes locking through the glass. "And wetter."
"Ya sure as fuck are," he said with a grin, hand moving in her hakama to slid his fingers into her, giving slow pumps in and out as he let only the palm of his hand rub against her clit. His other hand moving to the other breast to rub at her nipple, giving the abandoned one a twist before moving.
His eyes watching her in the mirror suddenly darkened, a feral look crossing his face and staying there as he sensed something.
"Not. Fucking. Now."
The wall to the bathroom shimmered but stayed opaque, a voice coming from the main room. "Aizen-sama requests your presence in his private chambers, Jaggerjack-sama."
Shit. "When."
"Immediately."
Shitshit. Immediately with Aizen meant five minutes ago.
"Noted. Dismissed."
Rangiku's face took on a panicked look. She was halfway to another one of Grimmjow's blessed orgasms. She turned to look at his angry profile. "You're leaving aren't you..."
"Leave or make Aizen-sama wait?" He tossed a glance to her in the mirror, the look in his eyes making it clear that was the most foolish thing he could do. His left shoulder rolled unconsciously. He'd lost his rank once before. He wasn't again, for any reason.
His hand stayed pushed down her pants a moment more before finally withdrawing, giving a slight pinch to her clit. "Ya though... Ye'r gonna wait for me in bed. Keep yerself good and wet." He grinned and nipped at her neck before pulling away from her straighten his clothes and glance in the mirror. "And nothin' else. I"ll know if ya do."
Her jaw dropped with indignation. "You're kidding me, right? I can come any second now and you're gonna make me wait?"
"I can't keep Aizen-sama waiting." Certain he looked presentable, he just needed to make a quick pass by his room for his zanpakuto to appear before Aizen in full uniform, he glanced at her as he moved for the door. "But you I can."
Still in chock and full-tilt arousal she watched him go. Once the door slid behind him with a rather permanent click, the blonde screamed with sexual frustration. Flinging herself into the bed, she waited for Grimmjow like a good little pet trying her best to keep her hands from wandering over to her sex.
Holding by the door a moment, Grimmjow smirked softly at hearing the scream all too well through the door. She'd follow his order though. He knew she would. And if she didn't....
A grin just split his lips and he turned away from the door. Either way, it'd be interesting upon his return. Moving away from the door, he vanished from the hallway. An Espada did not run through the halls of Las Noches, for any reason.
They did however, use sonido to keep Aizen from waiting.
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Aizen really did have such impeccable timing sometimes.
Watching the arrancar disappear down the hallway, his eyes able to follow the motions of the sonido as easily as he could see shyunpo, Gin stepped from the shadows and over to the door. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a key with a dark grin.
Aizen with his impressive reiatsu, and his little loyal creatures with heir hollow sides, weren't the only ones who could come and go as they pleased within this compound. It just wouldn't do to have Aizen's long time companion locked out of any room in Las Noches.
And to think that Sexta-san dared try to put a locked door between him and what was his... And pass through that door.
The grin on Gin's lips was dangerous as he slid the lock open, the door opening for him. He was coming to see Rangiku far earlier than originally planned. But things were different. Very, very different.
Rangiku sat up on the bed excitedly as if she were a puppy waiting for its master. However her excitement turned to dread when she saw just who had come through the door. Slowly she inched her way toward the far side of the bed as if she knew something bad was coming for her.
His grin flattened out into a dangerous leer, pale blue eyes opening to stare down the woman and meeting her widened gaze. "Now ya got me all wonderin' 'bout one li'l thin'. Rangiku. Why ain't'cha glad ta see me?"
She continued to inch away until there was no more bed for her to move. Starting to leave it, she shook her head. "When have I ever been glad these last few years?"
"Why'ja go an' say somethin' like 'at, Rangiku? Ya know how 'at upsets me so." He was by the bed before she could move another inch, his hand going around her neck and pressing her head back. His fingers tightened dangerously when he saw the marks on her neck, from fingers, lips teeth, put there by the arrancar. "An' dun'cha go tryin' ta go nowhere, now. Didn't'cher Sexta-san say ta not leave tha bed?"
All capacity to breathe stopped. No matter what she did at this point she was as good as dead. However she refused to be treated like this by this man. She wouldn't let this man have his way. Trying with all her might, she clawed at his wrist and forearm even as she fought for breath.
"Why ya have'ta make me go an' do this, Rangiku?" the silver haired man said in a whispery sigh. His hand stayed on her throat, exerting just enough pressure to make her vision blur but not enough to make her pass out. She wasn't as fun when she was unconscious. A bit of struggle was best, but this was the most she'd put up in years. His hold not once loosened by her clawing, he reached down to tug his garment open.
This was a losing battle and she knew it, but she wasn't going to give in. She felt herself thrown on the bed and even as her pants were torn off she never once stopped trying to get the man off her.
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The door swung shut behind him but Grimmjow didn't glance back to make sure it closed quietly. Instead he strode forward toward the man seated in the ovular white chair, carefully assessing the look on Aizen's face as best he could. Aizen looked.... peaceful. Whether that was a face or not, Grimmjow wasn't sure. But it was better than outward annoyance at being kept waiting, even a moment.
He gave the slightest bow, more of a nod of his head, one that made every other arrancar scoff under their breath when they saw it, every time. They could all suck it though. He had other ways of delivering his respect to Aizen.
"Aizen-sama."
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