Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 7
[ 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: 4.8K | Visits: 604 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 604 | Status: Completed
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Her bed wasn't nearly as comfortable as his, but it wasn't too bad for a quick bit of rest. And numerous romps. The arrancar sprawled across it on his stomach, just a fresh pair of hakama pulled on, half asleep. She'd taken his advice and not denied him a thing, getting eaten out and then fucked again as she'd begged for. And then again for good measure. It was when the sheets were completely filthy and twisted off of the bed that they finally broke from the bed and went to the bathroom to bathe.
She'd bathed him and he'd considered another screw in the soapy water, but decided against it and took his leave of her. Though he didn't go far. She hadn't really bathed since it happened. She'd been healed, and the healing -- no, time reversal more correctly -- had taken care of any mess from Ichimaru touching her. But she really hadn't had a chance to pause. So Grimmjow had given her that. Or something. Whatever.
He was tired anyway. He'd had quite the adventurous day. Fucking and audiences with Aizen and nearly killing Aizen's partner. Very busy Espada, he was. He couldn't sleep with her by him anyway. She'd either poke for more fucking or he'd take it upon himself when her breasts pressed against his side and her breath was on his ear. All he wanted then was to feel those breasts flat against his chest as he buried into her and to suck the breath from her lips.
But right now? Right now he didn't want for anything.
It was amazing how hot water seemed to soothe the most worn of bodies, and Rangiku was quite well worn. Though the actual fatigue she felt only seemed to be related to the last few hours with Grimmjow, mentally it spanned the last thirty-six hours. Becoming the lover of an Arrancar was not something she had planned on. She had been brought here for Gin's amusement. That was something she was well used to being. Yet now that she was Grimmjow's she wasn't sure what to make of the situation. It was confusing.
Rising from the water, she pulled the stopper and stepped out. She dried herself off and eyed the clothing left to her. It was the usual uniform, but a triangle shaped bit of cloth caught her attention. She smiled as she lifted the tiny thong from the pile. Grimmjow's little minion was certainly dependable. Slipping them on, and then the jacket, Rangiku left the hakama where they were and padded out into the room where she smiled softly at the slumbering Grimmjow. With a shake of her head, she climbed into the bed with him and pressed herself against his warmth.
Grimmjow stirred a bit as she came into the room, but didn't rise from the bed or rouse himself from his sleep completely. He did come a bit more awake, not wanting her to think all the Espada did was this. Fuck and sleep. He did other things than that. Wasn't his fault there was plenty for him to do and take care of lurking around in the outskirts of Las Noches, but Aizen refused to give the order to go. And every time he thought to go without the order, he too easily remembered that momentary surge of reiatsu from his creator that could bring even him to his knees.
Bah.
Shifting his arm and turning slightly, he draped the limb possessively over her back. His hand skimmed over the smooth fabric of the shirt, seeking out the bare flesh of her arm. It felt soft under his rough fingers, still cool from the long bath. Turning his head against the pillow, he cracked a single eye open to look at her. "Enjoy yer bath?"
She smiled lightly and nodded. "Very relaxing. Thank you." Stretching a bit she rolled onto her side. "Are you spending the night again?"
"Maybe. Got a problem with that?"
"Why would I have a problem with it?"
He just rolled a shoulder in a shrug, giving a snort. "Ya tell me. You were the one who left tha bed last time."
She reached out and poked the man's shoulder with a smile. "Would you rather I have peed on the bed? Besides I was all itchy."
The male just quirked a grin. "Don't complain about being itchy or ye'r not getting' fucked into exhaustion anytime soon."
Rangiku stuck out her tongue and settled herself on the pillow. "Oh go back to sleep."
"Ch'..." He muttered softly and rolled over from his sprawl on his stomach to his back. He cast his glance over to the high arched window in the room, looking out at the dark sky. "Ya woke me up."
"So soooorrrry," replied the blonde with absolutely no sincerity. "That's why I asked ya to go back to sleep."
Reaching up, he rubbed the lingering sleep from his eyes and then flicked his wrist to swat at her ear lightly. He knew that tone. "Not tired now. Can't sleep if not tired."
She yelped and rubbed her ear. "Well get sleepy, cuz I am."
"Barely touched ya."
Again she stuck out her tongue and smirked. "I wasn't expecting it."
He just smirked back at her. "Nah I get it. I hardly know my own strength. So it's easy fer me ta hrt ya." He reached over to pat her lightly on the head.
Rangiku blinked and looked at the man as if he had suddenly sprouted a third eye.
"What."
"You're being... nice."
He snorted and gave a menacing scowl, snatching his hand back as if it had been burned on the golden strands of her hair. "No I ain't."
He was such a child at times, but god he was sexy when he looked at her like that. It made her shiver with desire to see it. "Well now you ain't."
He sat up a bit, dropping his arm across his leg and hunched over it. He kept the scowl. Nice. He wasn't being nice! He didn't do nice. No one in this damn place did. Nice would get you killed, or knocked down lower than the Privaron Esapda had fallen. Nice was not cero'ing a shinigami and a threat when he had the chance--
No that was self preservation. Not hesitation, or niceness. He didn't do nice, dammit!
"Wasn't before, neither."
Grimmjow wasn't talking about the pat on her head or the privacy in her bath. There was something else troubling him, that much she could tell, but she wasn't going to press it. It was none of her business. None. No matter how much her curiosity burned she wasn't going to ask him what was wrong, because if she did that, he would think she liked him for more than just his cock. If he believed that he would use those feelings to manipulate her and hurt her and eventually discard her.
No she wasn't going to ask. Instead she rolled over and gave the man her back. Let him wallow in whatever private hell he was wallowing in. She didn't want anything to do with it.
She'd gone all quiet. Good. Now he could get some damn sleep. Flomping back on the bed, he gave a soft growl and glanced over her back turned to him. His eyes moved along the length of her body and then turned to the bed they both lay on. Had he cero'ed, this entire thing would have been vaporized. Along with her and Ichimaru.
Meh. Whatever. He was telling himself it was self-preservation he didn't release the beam, and ignoring the fact that he only hesitated when she came back into the picture. When it was just Ichimaru before him, he'd been primed and ready and preparing to blast him back to Soul Society.
Giving another low growl, he rolled back to his side and put his back to her as well. Damn woman...
--
So this was the little lady who'd caused such a stir yesterday. Tilting his head curiously, Noitra watched the slumbering woman. She didn't seem like much to fight about. She had nice legs, but he couldn't tell much of the rest the way she was laying down on her belly. However he could appreciate that ass. It encouraged biting. The dark haired arrancar slid his tongue along the edge of his teeth with a grin and approached the bed.
Rangiku stirred awake. The unfamiliar presence making her nervous. She rolled over and snapped open her eyes to see... a spoon? Blinking she cleared her vision and noticed it was another arrancar. Her eyes darted around the bed looking for Grimmjow but found no one else.
"He's not here, pumpkin. Aizen-sama called him."
Rangiku sat up and glared at the arrancar. What the hell was with them barging in on her like this. It was rude!
Ah. So there was the appeal. Noitra's brows rose in surprise. He found himself wanting to bite those too and if those hickeys in her lovely cleavage were any indication, he wasn't the only one who thought so.
With the girl now awake, molesting her was no fun. She'd likely scream, and then Grimmjow would be all upset someone bothered his toy. Ah well. Just as well. He'd seen what happened to Gin and he quite liked the condition of his arm.
Suddenly he pulled out a book and handed it to her. "From Aizen-sama." Bowing to the woman, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Grimmjow was sure, never once since Las Noches had been erected, had as many highly ranked individuals of Aizen's army, traversed these very hallways as had in the past few days. What -- or rather, who -- was next? Aizen himself?
The teal haired arrancar was waiting around a corner, leaning against the wall with his elbow propped against it, just waiting for Noitra to come slinking around the corner. How that particular arrancar slunk anywhere with that huge emphasized head of his Grimmjow had no fucking clue but he did. He shifted against the wall and narrowed his eyes, the weight of his zanpakuto at his waist a friendly comfort. To him at least.
"Noitra."
The arrancar smiled that oily snake charmer's smile at his younger brother. "Grimmjow. I was just visiting the kitten!"
"Thought it made it pretty damn clear jus' yesterday how I feel 'bout others bein' her visitor."
He shrugged. "I was just giving the lass a little present. That's all. Completely harmless. She was awake for nearly all of it."
His eyes flickered down the hallway towards Rangiku's room and then back to Noitra, narrowing dangerously. But he kept his hands tucked lazily into his pockets. Not yet lifting a hand against the taller arrancar. He knew how Noitra was. Slippery, misleading... but it was also because he knew how the male was he couldn't completely toss his words aside as nothing.
"Get yer own pet an' don't come near mine." He pushed from the wall and strode forward without fear, his shoulder hitting hard against Noitra's as he passed him. "Got me?"
Noitra threw up his hands in defeat and walked away whistling some Siamese sounding song under his breath.
Fucking... Dammit. Noitra needed to go bug Ulquiorra. Not him. Grimmjow wasted no more time in getting down the hallway and wrenched the door open. Well the scene in the room was a far cry from what it had been yesterday, but that didn't mean anything. He didn't trust Noitra farther than he could throw him. To not ever stab him in the back? Eh, maybe. He was annoying, but he wasn't Luppi. But with something like possessions? Not a bit.
"The fuck did he do to ya?"
Leaning against the headboard, knees supporting the book she read, Rangiku looked up and toward the door where a very angry and highly sexy Grimmjow stood. She blinked owlishly and held up the book. "He gave me this? It's from Aizen."
"....FUCKER." Grimmjow growled and started to reach back to pull the door open and go after the tall, looming arrancar but stopped. She said the magic word, one which was very sobering. Aizen. No harm, no foul, he didn't dare go after an Espada for doing nothing. Especially for that nothing being an errand Aizen himself sent him on.
Growling in frustration, he pushed the door entirely shut and glanced over her. What she'd said slowly registered and he quirked a brow. Shaking his head and running a hand through his hair in annoyance, he came further into the room. "Aizen-sama."
Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the book and turned the page. There was no way in hell she was addressing him as that, and Grimmjow was insane to think she would. The only one she ever used that honorific for was him and only when he was playing her orgasms like a skilled musician. Any other time? No.
"Ya could call him whatever the hell ya wanted to in Soul Society, but ya ain't in Soul Society anymore," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. "There are arrancar that would kill ya for less than calling him Aizen. The only one who does is Ichimaru. Even Tousen addresses him properly."
"Would you?"
"Would I what? Call him Aizen-sama? I do."
"Would you kill me for not?"
Would he? Even just saying the man's name without the proper honorific had sent a faint shudder through him. He wasn't afraid of the man, per se... But he knew what level he was on, the reiatsu he could exude and control without even breaking a sweat. There was a certain level of respect all arrancar gave to the man without fear. To hear someone say just his name was like watching someone spit in Aizen's face in front of him.
"Ya dun get it. Ye'r mine now," he said and stepped further into the room, pausing to slide the length of his zanpakuto from his wide black belt and set it on a table. "Everythin' ya do is a reflection on me. So a disrespect from you to him, might as well jus' go ahead an' come from my lips."
That bothered her. Not his lecture but the fact that she cared what the others thought of him. Her well being was tied to his. That made sense then. There was no other reasonable explanation for that feeling. In that case, she would try.
Closing the book she set it down before wrapping her arms around her knees. "What's he like? Aizen-sa..." She pressed her lips together and buried her face in her arms, sighing.
Coming over to the bed, he sat down on the edge of it and glanced over his shoulder at her and then away. What was he like? He supposed her question made sense... Aizen had told his Espada of the man he'd been before, the man his enemies had seen. She'd known a different man, only seen this face once as he ascended to the heavens.
How the hell did one explain Aizen though? He reached back, scratching at the nape of his neck, as he thought on his various impressions of the man. Not all of them great. "Powerful. Without fear." He dropped his hand from his neck and reached across his chest, idly rubbing at his left shoulder. Once he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hand. "He can be a right bastard sometimes. But he can also be.... almost...." He scoffed faintly. It was weird talking about Aizen. "Generous."
Rangiku looked up, studying the arrancar. So the facade hadn't hidden everything, simply the lies. Stretching out her legs, she leaned back. "So, he not really all that different then. He was simply wearing a mask then, but the core of who he is, is the same."
The arrancar merely shrugged softly and reclined back on the bed a bit, his hand dropping to land on her outstretched leg. "Can't really say that fer certain. I got no idea what you all saw and didn't see. Aizen-sama's always been a man of ambition. Practically none'a ya were ready to see him fer who he was. Only two did, and that's why they're here. He's told us 'bout what he did then, and why he did it."
"In the end it doesn't matter does it? The difference between the man I knew and the man he is now. I'm living under the rule of the man he is now, and since I know it's as you say, my life depends on it." Rangiku sighed as she slid down and laid herself fully on the bed. It would take adjusting to, but she would do it. If just for this man's sake.
He gave another shrug and glanced down at the book resting on the coverlet of the bed. A gift. A gift from Aizen. There were so many in this palace that would kill for that. Even the chick hadn't really received a gift from him to help her pass the time. He started to ask if Aizen was really that bad, but stopped himself. Didn't matter. A shinigami, even one living here under Aizen's rule, would never really understand who and what the man was.
Turning a bit more on the bed, he flicked his gaze down and finally noticed the bare skin his hand rested on. Gazing up the length of her long, shapely legs, completely bare and her lower body only covered by a little triangle of white, he quirked a brow. "Were ya just like this when Noitra woke ya, or was there a sheet over ya?"
She blushed and nodded. "The sheet must have come off while we slept. I was lying on my stomach when I woke up and saw him. Guess that explained why he looked like he wanted to bite me."
She'd been naked and he'd seen it and he really hadn't touched her? Noitra must be getting better with age. More respectful of the other Espada. Or, more likely, word had really gotten around about yesterday's attempted cero and near ripping off of Ichimaru's arm. "He always looks like that. Good thin' he didn't try, tho'."
"He was on an errand. That was likely a bigger deterrent than anything else." She shrugged and shivered lightly at the thought of that man getting near her again. She picked up the book again, thumbing through the pages. It was just a historical account of all the great kings in history and their failings. There were notes and Aizen's own hand in the margins and passages underlined and circled. The first few pages had been interesting, but she hadn't been able to get much farther than that. She rolled onto her side and looked at the man. "Doubt any one will try anything after yesterday."
"It is possible, yea..." Grimmjow turned and pulled his knee up on the bed, leg folded, and just regarded her a moment. It was possible that no one else would try to touch her, that would be the intelligent thing to assume. But he knew the arrancar better than she did. He wasn't the only one who liked to toe the line, test Aizen's patience, how far he could push things.
It was this room.... This room had been meant for Ichimaru's whore. No one would have touched that. Except him. Only he would push that line. But the belonging of an Espada not even in the top half of the Esapda? Some of the Espada he knew he didn't have to worry about. But others... And there were others in just the Numeros ranks, like Luppi, who really didn't know their place.
Some thought popping into his head, he stood up from the bed and crossed to the door, retrieving his zanpakuto. "Be back."
Rangiku's gaze followed him out the door curiously. Whatever it was that had him out of the door had to be important. She shrugged. It was none of her business anyway. However, it seemed likely that she would get other visitors. It made no sense to advertise what they could get if they had half a mind to steal it. Climbing off the bed, she went to the bathroom to retrieve her pants and slipped them on. Now she had to kill time until Grimmjow returned.
The arrancar's absence from her room was one of his shorter absences, not giving the shinigami too long to spend idly reading, or whatever she might do while he was away. He reentered the room minutes later, something hanging from his hand. "That book's tha only thin' ya own here, right?"
She barely had a moment to read another few pages before Grimmjow came storming back into the room. "Well, and my shihakushou and badge, but I don't know what you did with that." Pointing at the thing on his hand, her brow rose with curiosity. "What, is that?"
"Yer shihakushou and badge are long gone," he said, ironic in how flippant he referred to her symbol of vice captain rank. If she'd believed he'd keep a hold of it when he took it with him... Well she was mistaken. It had only been on a whim he kept the pink scarf, and then delivered it to the other girl. Holding up his hand, he loosened his fingers to let the length of a leash swung down. "What's it look like? C'mere."
Rangiku's body responded immediately to the sight of the collar and leash. Her breathing quickened causing her breasts to tighten and nipples to harden. The delicious swell of heat between her legs quickly spread. Were he to touch her sex right now, he would find her very ready to receive him. Her eyes looked from the collar and to Grimmjow with open desire as she stepped closer to him and offered her neck most willingly. She grinned as she leaned forward and kittenishly licked the side of his masked jaw. "Where are we going, master?"
Gods, she was so damn hot when she got so horny. His tongue slid across his lips, watching her as she approached him and licked at his jaw. He didn't even need to have his hand down her hakama, just standing near her he could feel the pulse of lust filled heat from her body as she approached him. He stepped closer to her, letting his body hold just millimeters from hers. Just his arm grazed against hers, and his fingers as he closed the collar about her neck. "Goin' ta my room."
A shivering moan escaped her lips as the collar went about her neck. Her breath quickened further, arousal heightened tenfold. Rangiku's hands slid up his chest and clawed downward slowly, her body writhing against him. "Sonido. I'll keep up."
He quirked a brow as he leaned his head down to tease at her lips with his teeth a bit, curling the end of the leash up about his hand. She'd keep up would she? It was easy to forget she did still possess shinigami powers and abilities. All her time here she never once used them, but they hadn't had to bind her reiatsu. So she could shyunpo. One ill timed shyunpo step could snap her neck, she realized that didn't she?
Yea... she did. He met her eyes and smirked faintly, seeing the challenge and confidence in her gaze, confident that she could meet his pace. His teeth gave a little tug to her lower lip before releasing it, and that and a slight tug to the leash attached to her collar was the only forewarning she got before he moved to the door, stopping only there to unlock it and then out into the hallway.
He was fast, she'd give him that, but her time here had allowed her to adjust to the atmosphere here and adjust her own abilities accordingly. She actually felt stronger than she had only weeks before.
Rangiku cackled with excited glee as she kept up with Grimmjow. She was able to predict within a safe distance where he would appear. She would be either at his side or just behind him, but never ahead. That wasn't her place. It was almost like a game of tag and it was fun. The danger to herself made it doubly arousing as well. By the time they came to a door, she was so turned on, Rangiku knew Grimmjow could smell it.
Here in the hallways belonging to the Espada, everything was a bit more grandiose than the hallways in the prisoner ward of Las Noches. The arched hallways higher and smoother, the marble floors polished and perfect. Grimmjow ignored the surroundings, focusing only on getting his chamber door open. It slid open easily enough, lacking the elaborate locking mechanism of the chamber she was familiar with.
Ceasing sonido, he stepped into the room and gave a short tug to the leash to silently order her to follow. His chambers held the same pristine white appearance that all of Las Noches possessed, but in here the white was broken by a large bed in the center of the room, covered in black silk of his choosing rather than the white she and the other girl slept on. The white of the wall was broken by a long arched window, looking out on the vast sweeping landscape of Hueco Mundo. The window faced east, so the few sunrises they received, came through that window. He more often saw the moon rise than the sun in this world. The window gave the same view that Aizen's own chambers displayed, and was much higher in the towers of Las Noches than her room had been.
Closing the door and leading her in, Grimmjow stepped behind her and skimmed a hand down her arm, wrapping the end of the leash about his other hand. His eyes flicked to the window, far lower on the wall and larger than her own had been, and lacking bars. "Dun even think about tryin' to escape. That place out there is unwelcomin' to a shinigami... Ya got nowhere to run to. Jus' back to me."
Would she try? The thought hadn't even occurred to her until he mentioned it. Yet now that he had, she still had no desire to leave. The fight had, in a sense, gone out of her. One could say that she'd been brainwashed, and they'd be partially right. There was something freeing about this place. Even though she was a prisoner, she felt freer here than she had under the stifling rules and morals of the Gotei 13. Here she felt like herself. "Only place I want to be is where a shinigami is welcome at, at the present time that's your bed."
She'd bathed him and he'd considered another screw in the soapy water, but decided against it and took his leave of her. Though he didn't go far. She hadn't really bathed since it happened. She'd been healed, and the healing -- no, time reversal more correctly -- had taken care of any mess from Ichimaru touching her. But she really hadn't had a chance to pause. So Grimmjow had given her that. Or something. Whatever.
He was tired anyway. He'd had quite the adventurous day. Fucking and audiences with Aizen and nearly killing Aizen's partner. Very busy Espada, he was. He couldn't sleep with her by him anyway. She'd either poke for more fucking or he'd take it upon himself when her breasts pressed against his side and her breath was on his ear. All he wanted then was to feel those breasts flat against his chest as he buried into her and to suck the breath from her lips.
But right now? Right now he didn't want for anything.
It was amazing how hot water seemed to soothe the most worn of bodies, and Rangiku was quite well worn. Though the actual fatigue she felt only seemed to be related to the last few hours with Grimmjow, mentally it spanned the last thirty-six hours. Becoming the lover of an Arrancar was not something she had planned on. She had been brought here for Gin's amusement. That was something she was well used to being. Yet now that she was Grimmjow's she wasn't sure what to make of the situation. It was confusing.
Rising from the water, she pulled the stopper and stepped out. She dried herself off and eyed the clothing left to her. It was the usual uniform, but a triangle shaped bit of cloth caught her attention. She smiled as she lifted the tiny thong from the pile. Grimmjow's little minion was certainly dependable. Slipping them on, and then the jacket, Rangiku left the hakama where they were and padded out into the room where she smiled softly at the slumbering Grimmjow. With a shake of her head, she climbed into the bed with him and pressed herself against his warmth.
Grimmjow stirred a bit as she came into the room, but didn't rise from the bed or rouse himself from his sleep completely. He did come a bit more awake, not wanting her to think all the Espada did was this. Fuck and sleep. He did other things than that. Wasn't his fault there was plenty for him to do and take care of lurking around in the outskirts of Las Noches, but Aizen refused to give the order to go. And every time he thought to go without the order, he too easily remembered that momentary surge of reiatsu from his creator that could bring even him to his knees.
Bah.
Shifting his arm and turning slightly, he draped the limb possessively over her back. His hand skimmed over the smooth fabric of the shirt, seeking out the bare flesh of her arm. It felt soft under his rough fingers, still cool from the long bath. Turning his head against the pillow, he cracked a single eye open to look at her. "Enjoy yer bath?"
She smiled lightly and nodded. "Very relaxing. Thank you." Stretching a bit she rolled onto her side. "Are you spending the night again?"
"Maybe. Got a problem with that?"
"Why would I have a problem with it?"
He just rolled a shoulder in a shrug, giving a snort. "Ya tell me. You were the one who left tha bed last time."
She reached out and poked the man's shoulder with a smile. "Would you rather I have peed on the bed? Besides I was all itchy."
The male just quirked a grin. "Don't complain about being itchy or ye'r not getting' fucked into exhaustion anytime soon."
Rangiku stuck out her tongue and settled herself on the pillow. "Oh go back to sleep."
"Ch'..." He muttered softly and rolled over from his sprawl on his stomach to his back. He cast his glance over to the high arched window in the room, looking out at the dark sky. "Ya woke me up."
"So soooorrrry," replied the blonde with absolutely no sincerity. "That's why I asked ya to go back to sleep."
Reaching up, he rubbed the lingering sleep from his eyes and then flicked his wrist to swat at her ear lightly. He knew that tone. "Not tired now. Can't sleep if not tired."
She yelped and rubbed her ear. "Well get sleepy, cuz I am."
"Barely touched ya."
Again she stuck out her tongue and smirked. "I wasn't expecting it."
He just smirked back at her. "Nah I get it. I hardly know my own strength. So it's easy fer me ta hrt ya." He reached over to pat her lightly on the head.
Rangiku blinked and looked at the man as if he had suddenly sprouted a third eye.
"What."
"You're being... nice."
He snorted and gave a menacing scowl, snatching his hand back as if it had been burned on the golden strands of her hair. "No I ain't."
He was such a child at times, but god he was sexy when he looked at her like that. It made her shiver with desire to see it. "Well now you ain't."
He sat up a bit, dropping his arm across his leg and hunched over it. He kept the scowl. Nice. He wasn't being nice! He didn't do nice. No one in this damn place did. Nice would get you killed, or knocked down lower than the Privaron Esapda had fallen. Nice was not cero'ing a shinigami and a threat when he had the chance--
No that was self preservation. Not hesitation, or niceness. He didn't do nice, dammit!
"Wasn't before, neither."
Grimmjow wasn't talking about the pat on her head or the privacy in her bath. There was something else troubling him, that much she could tell, but she wasn't going to press it. It was none of her business. None. No matter how much her curiosity burned she wasn't going to ask him what was wrong, because if she did that, he would think she liked him for more than just his cock. If he believed that he would use those feelings to manipulate her and hurt her and eventually discard her.
No she wasn't going to ask. Instead she rolled over and gave the man her back. Let him wallow in whatever private hell he was wallowing in. She didn't want anything to do with it.
She'd gone all quiet. Good. Now he could get some damn sleep. Flomping back on the bed, he gave a soft growl and glanced over her back turned to him. His eyes moved along the length of her body and then turned to the bed they both lay on. Had he cero'ed, this entire thing would have been vaporized. Along with her and Ichimaru.
Meh. Whatever. He was telling himself it was self-preservation he didn't release the beam, and ignoring the fact that he only hesitated when she came back into the picture. When it was just Ichimaru before him, he'd been primed and ready and preparing to blast him back to Soul Society.
Giving another low growl, he rolled back to his side and put his back to her as well. Damn woman...
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So this was the little lady who'd caused such a stir yesterday. Tilting his head curiously, Noitra watched the slumbering woman. She didn't seem like much to fight about. She had nice legs, but he couldn't tell much of the rest the way she was laying down on her belly. However he could appreciate that ass. It encouraged biting. The dark haired arrancar slid his tongue along the edge of his teeth with a grin and approached the bed.
Rangiku stirred awake. The unfamiliar presence making her nervous. She rolled over and snapped open her eyes to see... a spoon? Blinking she cleared her vision and noticed it was another arrancar. Her eyes darted around the bed looking for Grimmjow but found no one else.
"He's not here, pumpkin. Aizen-sama called him."
Rangiku sat up and glared at the arrancar. What the hell was with them barging in on her like this. It was rude!
Ah. So there was the appeal. Noitra's brows rose in surprise. He found himself wanting to bite those too and if those hickeys in her lovely cleavage were any indication, he wasn't the only one who thought so.
With the girl now awake, molesting her was no fun. She'd likely scream, and then Grimmjow would be all upset someone bothered his toy. Ah well. Just as well. He'd seen what happened to Gin and he quite liked the condition of his arm.
Suddenly he pulled out a book and handed it to her. "From Aizen-sama." Bowing to the woman, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Grimmjow was sure, never once since Las Noches had been erected, had as many highly ranked individuals of Aizen's army, traversed these very hallways as had in the past few days. What -- or rather, who -- was next? Aizen himself?
The teal haired arrancar was waiting around a corner, leaning against the wall with his elbow propped against it, just waiting for Noitra to come slinking around the corner. How that particular arrancar slunk anywhere with that huge emphasized head of his Grimmjow had no fucking clue but he did. He shifted against the wall and narrowed his eyes, the weight of his zanpakuto at his waist a friendly comfort. To him at least.
"Noitra."
The arrancar smiled that oily snake charmer's smile at his younger brother. "Grimmjow. I was just visiting the kitten!"
"Thought it made it pretty damn clear jus' yesterday how I feel 'bout others bein' her visitor."
He shrugged. "I was just giving the lass a little present. That's all. Completely harmless. She was awake for nearly all of it."
His eyes flickered down the hallway towards Rangiku's room and then back to Noitra, narrowing dangerously. But he kept his hands tucked lazily into his pockets. Not yet lifting a hand against the taller arrancar. He knew how Noitra was. Slippery, misleading... but it was also because he knew how the male was he couldn't completely toss his words aside as nothing.
"Get yer own pet an' don't come near mine." He pushed from the wall and strode forward without fear, his shoulder hitting hard against Noitra's as he passed him. "Got me?"
Noitra threw up his hands in defeat and walked away whistling some Siamese sounding song under his breath.
Fucking... Dammit. Noitra needed to go bug Ulquiorra. Not him. Grimmjow wasted no more time in getting down the hallway and wrenched the door open. Well the scene in the room was a far cry from what it had been yesterday, but that didn't mean anything. He didn't trust Noitra farther than he could throw him. To not ever stab him in the back? Eh, maybe. He was annoying, but he wasn't Luppi. But with something like possessions? Not a bit.
"The fuck did he do to ya?"
Leaning against the headboard, knees supporting the book she read, Rangiku looked up and toward the door where a very angry and highly sexy Grimmjow stood. She blinked owlishly and held up the book. "He gave me this? It's from Aizen."
"....FUCKER." Grimmjow growled and started to reach back to pull the door open and go after the tall, looming arrancar but stopped. She said the magic word, one which was very sobering. Aizen. No harm, no foul, he didn't dare go after an Espada for doing nothing. Especially for that nothing being an errand Aizen himself sent him on.
Growling in frustration, he pushed the door entirely shut and glanced over her. What she'd said slowly registered and he quirked a brow. Shaking his head and running a hand through his hair in annoyance, he came further into the room. "Aizen-sama."
Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the book and turned the page. There was no way in hell she was addressing him as that, and Grimmjow was insane to think she would. The only one she ever used that honorific for was him and only when he was playing her orgasms like a skilled musician. Any other time? No.
"Ya could call him whatever the hell ya wanted to in Soul Society, but ya ain't in Soul Society anymore," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. "There are arrancar that would kill ya for less than calling him Aizen. The only one who does is Ichimaru. Even Tousen addresses him properly."
"Would you?"
"Would I what? Call him Aizen-sama? I do."
"Would you kill me for not?"
Would he? Even just saying the man's name without the proper honorific had sent a faint shudder through him. He wasn't afraid of the man, per se... But he knew what level he was on, the reiatsu he could exude and control without even breaking a sweat. There was a certain level of respect all arrancar gave to the man without fear. To hear someone say just his name was like watching someone spit in Aizen's face in front of him.
"Ya dun get it. Ye'r mine now," he said and stepped further into the room, pausing to slide the length of his zanpakuto from his wide black belt and set it on a table. "Everythin' ya do is a reflection on me. So a disrespect from you to him, might as well jus' go ahead an' come from my lips."
That bothered her. Not his lecture but the fact that she cared what the others thought of him. Her well being was tied to his. That made sense then. There was no other reasonable explanation for that feeling. In that case, she would try.
Closing the book she set it down before wrapping her arms around her knees. "What's he like? Aizen-sa..." She pressed her lips together and buried her face in her arms, sighing.
Coming over to the bed, he sat down on the edge of it and glanced over his shoulder at her and then away. What was he like? He supposed her question made sense... Aizen had told his Espada of the man he'd been before, the man his enemies had seen. She'd known a different man, only seen this face once as he ascended to the heavens.
How the hell did one explain Aizen though? He reached back, scratching at the nape of his neck, as he thought on his various impressions of the man. Not all of them great. "Powerful. Without fear." He dropped his hand from his neck and reached across his chest, idly rubbing at his left shoulder. Once he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hand. "He can be a right bastard sometimes. But he can also be.... almost...." He scoffed faintly. It was weird talking about Aizen. "Generous."
Rangiku looked up, studying the arrancar. So the facade hadn't hidden everything, simply the lies. Stretching out her legs, she leaned back. "So, he not really all that different then. He was simply wearing a mask then, but the core of who he is, is the same."
The arrancar merely shrugged softly and reclined back on the bed a bit, his hand dropping to land on her outstretched leg. "Can't really say that fer certain. I got no idea what you all saw and didn't see. Aizen-sama's always been a man of ambition. Practically none'a ya were ready to see him fer who he was. Only two did, and that's why they're here. He's told us 'bout what he did then, and why he did it."
"In the end it doesn't matter does it? The difference between the man I knew and the man he is now. I'm living under the rule of the man he is now, and since I know it's as you say, my life depends on it." Rangiku sighed as she slid down and laid herself fully on the bed. It would take adjusting to, but she would do it. If just for this man's sake.
He gave another shrug and glanced down at the book resting on the coverlet of the bed. A gift. A gift from Aizen. There were so many in this palace that would kill for that. Even the chick hadn't really received a gift from him to help her pass the time. He started to ask if Aizen was really that bad, but stopped himself. Didn't matter. A shinigami, even one living here under Aizen's rule, would never really understand who and what the man was.
Turning a bit more on the bed, he flicked his gaze down and finally noticed the bare skin his hand rested on. Gazing up the length of her long, shapely legs, completely bare and her lower body only covered by a little triangle of white, he quirked a brow. "Were ya just like this when Noitra woke ya, or was there a sheet over ya?"
She blushed and nodded. "The sheet must have come off while we slept. I was lying on my stomach when I woke up and saw him. Guess that explained why he looked like he wanted to bite me."
She'd been naked and he'd seen it and he really hadn't touched her? Noitra must be getting better with age. More respectful of the other Espada. Or, more likely, word had really gotten around about yesterday's attempted cero and near ripping off of Ichimaru's arm. "He always looks like that. Good thin' he didn't try, tho'."
"He was on an errand. That was likely a bigger deterrent than anything else." She shrugged and shivered lightly at the thought of that man getting near her again. She picked up the book again, thumbing through the pages. It was just a historical account of all the great kings in history and their failings. There were notes and Aizen's own hand in the margins and passages underlined and circled. The first few pages had been interesting, but she hadn't been able to get much farther than that. She rolled onto her side and looked at the man. "Doubt any one will try anything after yesterday."
"It is possible, yea..." Grimmjow turned and pulled his knee up on the bed, leg folded, and just regarded her a moment. It was possible that no one else would try to touch her, that would be the intelligent thing to assume. But he knew the arrancar better than she did. He wasn't the only one who liked to toe the line, test Aizen's patience, how far he could push things.
It was this room.... This room had been meant for Ichimaru's whore. No one would have touched that. Except him. Only he would push that line. But the belonging of an Espada not even in the top half of the Esapda? Some of the Espada he knew he didn't have to worry about. But others... And there were others in just the Numeros ranks, like Luppi, who really didn't know their place.
Some thought popping into his head, he stood up from the bed and crossed to the door, retrieving his zanpakuto. "Be back."
Rangiku's gaze followed him out the door curiously. Whatever it was that had him out of the door had to be important. She shrugged. It was none of her business anyway. However, it seemed likely that she would get other visitors. It made no sense to advertise what they could get if they had half a mind to steal it. Climbing off the bed, she went to the bathroom to retrieve her pants and slipped them on. Now she had to kill time until Grimmjow returned.
The arrancar's absence from her room was one of his shorter absences, not giving the shinigami too long to spend idly reading, or whatever she might do while he was away. He reentered the room minutes later, something hanging from his hand. "That book's tha only thin' ya own here, right?"
She barely had a moment to read another few pages before Grimmjow came storming back into the room. "Well, and my shihakushou and badge, but I don't know what you did with that." Pointing at the thing on his hand, her brow rose with curiosity. "What, is that?"
"Yer shihakushou and badge are long gone," he said, ironic in how flippant he referred to her symbol of vice captain rank. If she'd believed he'd keep a hold of it when he took it with him... Well she was mistaken. It had only been on a whim he kept the pink scarf, and then delivered it to the other girl. Holding up his hand, he loosened his fingers to let the length of a leash swung down. "What's it look like? C'mere."
Rangiku's body responded immediately to the sight of the collar and leash. Her breathing quickened causing her breasts to tighten and nipples to harden. The delicious swell of heat between her legs quickly spread. Were he to touch her sex right now, he would find her very ready to receive him. Her eyes looked from the collar and to Grimmjow with open desire as she stepped closer to him and offered her neck most willingly. She grinned as she leaned forward and kittenishly licked the side of his masked jaw. "Where are we going, master?"
Gods, she was so damn hot when she got so horny. His tongue slid across his lips, watching her as she approached him and licked at his jaw. He didn't even need to have his hand down her hakama, just standing near her he could feel the pulse of lust filled heat from her body as she approached him. He stepped closer to her, letting his body hold just millimeters from hers. Just his arm grazed against hers, and his fingers as he closed the collar about her neck. "Goin' ta my room."
A shivering moan escaped her lips as the collar went about her neck. Her breath quickened further, arousal heightened tenfold. Rangiku's hands slid up his chest and clawed downward slowly, her body writhing against him. "Sonido. I'll keep up."
He quirked a brow as he leaned his head down to tease at her lips with his teeth a bit, curling the end of the leash up about his hand. She'd keep up would she? It was easy to forget she did still possess shinigami powers and abilities. All her time here she never once used them, but they hadn't had to bind her reiatsu. So she could shyunpo. One ill timed shyunpo step could snap her neck, she realized that didn't she?
Yea... she did. He met her eyes and smirked faintly, seeing the challenge and confidence in her gaze, confident that she could meet his pace. His teeth gave a little tug to her lower lip before releasing it, and that and a slight tug to the leash attached to her collar was the only forewarning she got before he moved to the door, stopping only there to unlock it and then out into the hallway.
He was fast, she'd give him that, but her time here had allowed her to adjust to the atmosphere here and adjust her own abilities accordingly. She actually felt stronger than she had only weeks before.
Rangiku cackled with excited glee as she kept up with Grimmjow. She was able to predict within a safe distance where he would appear. She would be either at his side or just behind him, but never ahead. That wasn't her place. It was almost like a game of tag and it was fun. The danger to herself made it doubly arousing as well. By the time they came to a door, she was so turned on, Rangiku knew Grimmjow could smell it.
Here in the hallways belonging to the Espada, everything was a bit more grandiose than the hallways in the prisoner ward of Las Noches. The arched hallways higher and smoother, the marble floors polished and perfect. Grimmjow ignored the surroundings, focusing only on getting his chamber door open. It slid open easily enough, lacking the elaborate locking mechanism of the chamber she was familiar with.
Ceasing sonido, he stepped into the room and gave a short tug to the leash to silently order her to follow. His chambers held the same pristine white appearance that all of Las Noches possessed, but in here the white was broken by a large bed in the center of the room, covered in black silk of his choosing rather than the white she and the other girl slept on. The white of the wall was broken by a long arched window, looking out on the vast sweeping landscape of Hueco Mundo. The window faced east, so the few sunrises they received, came through that window. He more often saw the moon rise than the sun in this world. The window gave the same view that Aizen's own chambers displayed, and was much higher in the towers of Las Noches than her room had been.
Closing the door and leading her in, Grimmjow stepped behind her and skimmed a hand down her arm, wrapping the end of the leash about his other hand. His eyes flicked to the window, far lower on the wall and larger than her own had been, and lacking bars. "Dun even think about tryin' to escape. That place out there is unwelcomin' to a shinigami... Ya got nowhere to run to. Jus' back to me."
Would she try? The thought hadn't even occurred to her until he mentioned it. Yet now that he had, she still had no desire to leave. The fight had, in a sense, gone out of her. One could say that she'd been brainwashed, and they'd be partially right. There was something freeing about this place. Even though she was a prisoner, she felt freer here than she had under the stifling rules and morals of the Gotei 13. Here she felt like herself. "Only place I want to be is where a shinigami is welcome at, at the present time that's your bed."