Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 9
[ 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: 5.5K | 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: 5.5K | Visits: 604 | Status: Completed
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There had been thirteen in this room. Now there were only three. Grimmjow stayed seated at the long ovular table, just staring hard across at the dead eyes gazing at him. Aizen and his two shadows had left, as had the other Espada. But still Ulquiorra lingered. Yammy too, but Grimmjow knew that was just because Ulquiorra did. So he didn't even look down the table at the Décima Espada. Only Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra was not one to usually linger. He retired from the room right after Aizen dismissed them, or went and trailed after the man. He didn't stay at the table, staring at him.
Grimmjow finally got sick of the flat eyes staring at him and gave a scoff, getting up from the table. Enough of this shit. He wasn't having a damn staring contest with the other arrancar.
Hands in his lap, Ulquiorra sighed softly with intense exasperation. He closed his eyes as Grimmjow looked away. "Why are you marking garbage with your number. You lack pride if you're so willing to place your seis on a shinigami slut."
Oh so that's what this little waiting game was all about. Grimmjow sneered and bumped his chair forward with his foot. Lacking pride? Fucker. He of all the Espada possibly had the most pride in his rank. "It's called symbolism, Ulquiorra. Yea, I know ya think I'm too thick to get that sorta shit. I marked her as mine."
"I see." The arrancar rose quietly and set his chair right. "That makes you no better than her then. At least Luppi had the sense to try to kill her. He had more pride."
Fucker. Fucker fucker fucker. Mentioning that name in front of him? Most of the other Espada, even those higher than he, wouldn't dare. "Aizen-sama said not ta kill 'er when she was brought here. He ain't changed his words on that," he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Some of us actually listen to what he says, instead'a interprettin' his words as we see fit. An' he said I could keep her. She's more useful to me alive than dead."
"A shinigami? Useful? Kurosaki must have taken your sanity when you last fought him." Giving the sixth arrancar his back, he slipped his hands into his pockets and made his way to the door. "You are losing your mind, Grimmjow."
"Fuck you, Ulquiorra. Ye'r just jealous ya can't put yer mark on yer bitch. Aizen-sama's already done that." His eyes flicked down to the far end of the table, at the hulking arrancar. "Ya can leave now, by the way, Yammy. Ulquiorra is. Don't'cha gotta go trail after him now?"
The pair of arrancar left leaving the other alone to his anger. In the end Ulquiorra didn't give a damn what Grimmjow did as long as it didn't embarrass them as a whole. So far it seemed as if the woman was not causing a stir, but should that change, he would be the one to remedy that situation.
Grimmjow growled shortly and headed to the door as well, giving Ulquiorra's a quick kick as he passed to set the chair a bit askew. Dumbasses, the both of them. Yea, she was useful to him, a lot more so alive than dead. For one, fucking her if she were dead would be gross and something Luppi would do, not him. And two, having a vice captain shinigami out of the fights was beneficial to them. And her existing rather happily as his own personal sex toy? Delicious. He couldn't wait to run into one of her little shinigami friends, come to rescue her, and let them know she was quite happy being here, in his bed.
That'd fuckin' serve them right for killing Di Roy, Shawlong, Il Forte, and Edorad.
The fuck, why couldn't they see that? And they called him dense. Whatever. Aizen got it. Growling to himself, Grimmjow turned down the hallway to return to his room. Again Aizen had told them to return to their chambers, not go out and hunt the little invaders still lost in the maze of Las Noches, so return to his chambers he would.
Fuckers, fuckers, fuckers.
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Things were quite dull and boring when Grimmjow wasn't around. All she really did was read, sleep, or stare out the window. For now, reading was what occupied her time. The book and Aizen's notes were a wealth of information into the psyche of the man. The more she read it, the more she understood why Aizen was going what he was doing, and frighteningly enough, she saw the merit in his plans.
Closing the book, she rolled onto her back and stared up at ceiling, lost in thought. The recent pages flittered through her mind as she idly rubbed her bare abdomen with the tips of her fingers.
Grimmjow still hadn't fully calmed down when he returned to his room, eyes falling on the woman laying on the bed with the book Aizen had given her in her hand. He had no doubt in his mind she'd been doing that very same thing the entire time he was gone. In the days since he'd moved her from her cell to his personal quarters he had his personal attendants spy on her to see what she did while he wasn't around. Their reports were rather boring, but he continued having them do it.
He wouldn't be played by this woman. He wasn't stupid. Shinigami could be quite tricky. And he wouldn't have her offer up her body to him day in and day out, but while his dick wasn't in her and his back was turned, secretly planning and just waiting for him to go soft or some moment when she could twist her position and use it to her advantage. There were no reports of anything fishy. No attempts at escape, of waiting by the door to attack him when he walked in, no odd behavior whatsoever. The most she ever did was stare out that window. Looking for the invaders, or just looking. She never asked about them after his Espada meetings. She never fished for any information the arrancar would be privy to, that would help the shinigami.
If this woman ever turned on him, he sure as hell wouldn't let one of the other Espada be the one to discover it. Hell no. If there was ever a need to kill her, he'd be the one to do it. No one else.
But there wasn't.
And Grimmjow was glad about that. The first few reports he'd heard a bit anxiously, not liking the thought of having to put her down, but he would have done it. If he'd had reason to.
Standing by the door, he regarded her a moment more before muttering to himself. Coming into the room, he tossed himself onto the bed and reached over to grab the marker for her book and held it to her, his silent signal that she could continue her reading later.
Smiling up at Grimmjow, she did as requested and closed the book and then set it down near the bed. As had become sort of a small ritual, Rangiku got to her knees and made her way over to the man. She unzipped her top, exposing her breasts to him and pressed them into his chest as she kissed him in greeting, her arms draping loosely around his shoulders.
What he saw with her was what he got with her. There was no hesitation in her kiss, no flash of resentment at seeing him return and the part she now had to play, no pause as some façade slipped over her so she could play to his whims. Nothing of the sort.
Wrapping his arm tight about her waist, drawing her up tight against him, her full breasts feeling soft and warm against his chest. The kiss was hot, but lacked some of his usual hunger, his frustrations with Ulquiorra killing his usual desire that rose whenever he set eyes on the woman.
Pulling from the kiss, she studied her lover. She smiled softly, shaking her head. This man rarely pouted, but when he did, it was almost endearing. Fortunately for them both, she knew how to deal with pouting men.
Rangiku moved back and peeled her top off and set herself to recline on the bed. Her hand reached out, taking his and pulling him on top of her. Rather than what she would usually do which would be to kiss him until he was itching to fuck her, she pillowed his head in her breast and stroked his hair. It was a rare moment of kindness from the woman and one which she didn't mind giving. She had come to the conclusion that there was no escaping this life, and the more she learned of it, the less she wanted to leave it.
The softness about her was strange and still a bit foreign. There was nothing soft about this world. The landscape was dead and acrid, the hallways bright and intense, the archways were smooth but the stone they were made of was hard, and every bit of Las Noches was impressive and a testament to Aizen's power. Its occupants were not soft. Most times there was nothing soft about this woman other than her body, even in imprisonment. Their fucking was rough and intense, their words to one another crisp and sometimes jibing and almost cruel.
He tensed a moment while sprawled over her before relaxing against her. His arm stayed wrapped loose about her waist and he parted his lips, suckling at the full swell of her breast presented to him. "Ulquiorra's a fuckin' prick," was the only explanation he gave for his mood, his words muffled against her breast.
Ah so it was a little sibling squabble. She was familiar with those as well. How many times had Gin done exactly this muttering some nonsense about Aizen or Tousen. The parallel was strange to say the least. Looking back on it, and seeing the situation here, she probably had more warning of it than anyone else in Soul Society, but she never connected it and after the fact it only wouldn't have done any good other to make her look like an accomplice. Sighing softly, she kissed the top of his head as her hands rubbed him gently, one in his hair the other down his arm.
The fact that she didn't inquire further into the matter was appreciated. He wasn't about to talk about his thoughts and feelings with her. Then Ulquiorra would be right, he really would be losing his sanity. She didn't need to know Ulquiorra had been a prick about her. Let her think their fight had been about... whatever the hell shinigami thought arrancar fought about. Who had the bigger hollow hole -- duh, him of course -- or the cooler hollow mask -- again, him.
Instead of offering more, he just exhaled loudly -- it was not a sigh it was an exhalation -- and contented himself with nuzzling his head deeper into her cleavage and sucking at her breasts.
It was certainly odd comforting an arrancar, but such was her place in life now and one which she had succumbed to. Since the branding, she had become less argumentative, though she still put up a fight just for fun to make things hot. She was still free and generous with her opinions on shinigami versus arrancar, and sometimes when it seemed appropriate she would heckle him about Ichigo, but only because he got deliciously violent when he fucked her. It was still strange, but at least it was comforting.
The aggravation and annoyance with Ulquiorra was still there, but it would probably always be there. They'd never seen eye to eye on things, from even before they were both marked as Espada. Their personalities clashed, their methods conflicted, they both had very different ways of showing and proving their loyalties to Aizen. But his fight with Ulquiorra at least wasn't at the forefront of his mind. Fuck him.
Shifting atop her, his eyes flashed up to her and he shifted his mouth over her, moving from just suckling at the side swell of her breast to sucking hard and nipping at her nipple.
Well, he certainly recovered from his pouting quickly, she thought with a groan. Her hand slipped up under the back of his jacket and rimmed the hole. While doing to the front had little effect, his back was a lot more sensitive to it as she'd discovered. Her hand dug tightly into his hair, keeping him close to her breast. She smirked as a delicious thought flit through her mind. Lowering her lips to his ear, she whispered huskily, "Ya know, ever consider fucking what you're sucking?"
A slow shudder moved through the man causing his body to arch a bit and grind against her atop her body. Licking up between her breasts, he brought his head up and moved his hands to take hold of the large mounds, fondling and squeezing them. "What, ya mean screw yer tits 'stead'a yer pussy?"
'That's exactly what I mean."
He quirked a brow up, seeming to consider the idea, one that hadn't yet really passed through his mind. Glancing down at her chest, he gave a final squeeze to one of her breasts and moved his hand to press between her breasts, the side of his hand pressing deep between her cleavage and sliding up and down. "Ya jus' want my dick all over ya, don't ya?" he said with a grin, warming to the idea as her breasts pressed against his hand.
She arched toward his touch a wicked little gleam in her eyes as she watched the idea take root. "It's as much mine as the rest of me is yours so why not lay further claim to my body with it." Her hands came up to begin the removal of his clothing, starting with the jacket. Undressing him for sex was one of her favorite duties. His body was perfect and one she never tired of looking at.
Rolling his shoulders, he let the jacket slide down his arms and off and tossed it aside. Shifting up from his sprawl on her, he moved to straddle over her and as he did, looked down to see that hot gleam in her eyes. Smirking softly, he squeezed at her breast a final time and reached his hand down to cup between her legs, rubbing at the already dampening thong she wore. "Ya certainly are hot fer the idea..." His finger found her clit, rubbing at it through the thin material.
As her hands came up to the waistband, she purred. "I'm always wet around you." She pulled his hakama down and moaned at the sight of his cock. As she pulled his pants the rest of the way down, she took the thick length into her mouth for a bit of a tease, just as he was doing to her between her legs.
He groaned deeply, shifting up to hover over her as he moved to get the hakama all the way off. He couldn't get enough of her mouth. Hot and wet and tight, just like between her legs, but that tongue of hers and the occasional graze of her teeth... fucking good. He couldn't wait to know the slide of her breasts against his groin like he knew every other part of her body.
Pulling away with a slurp, she licked her lips for him before lying down on the bed her hands on each breast massaging them and pulling them. Her gaze was hot on him, taking in every inch of his nude body. It was a shame that cock was going to be sliding in her tits in the next few moments and not her pussy, but it was bound to be a very interesting experience.
The squish of her breasts around him was hot and tight. Not as wet as the sweet slickness between her legs, but that could be fixed. Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted his hand and licked his palm before dropping it to stroke the saliva over the shaft. Smirking softly, he shifted his hips forward to slide more than just the tip of his erection between her breasts, the shaft hugged and rubbed by her breasts.
Having only done this once before, she was realizing why it had never been repeated. Gin's cock had been swallowed by the enormity of her breasts. What made it different now was Grimmjow's was long enough to surge through the top of her cleavage. Gods it looked so good. She pressed her breasts downward, exposing more of Grimmjow's cock from the top and lowered her head to suckle the tip.
He gave a soft grunt as her lips closed over his length, her mouth just adding to the unique friction of her flesh against his dick. Reaching down, he slid his hand into her hair to cradle the back of her head as she craned it to suck at his cock. He thrust forward further, sliding more of his length into her mouth before dragging his hips back, sliding his length between her breasts. "Fuck..."
Grimmjow often swore when he was enjoying himself with her, but rarely did it have that intonation of bliss. Her hands dug into her breasts as she squeezed them tighter while lightly changing the grip her breasts held in him. Rangiku worshiped his cock. Looking up at him, she slid her lips up and down his length, using every little trick she knew he enjoyed whenever she gave him head.
His gaze collided and stayed on hers, his eyes going a bit darker with lust as he thrust his hips against her, fucking her tits and her greedy little mouth. He liked the little sounds she made when he drew his hips back and pulled his length from her mouth, the faintest little whine coming from her throat as her lips stayed parted, her tongue staying on him as long as possible. He was all too ready to thrust back to her mouth after rubbing his erection between her breasts, watching her tongue wrap around the head before pulling him in deeper. Keeping his hand on the back of her head, he moved the other back to delve his fingers between her legs, rubbing at the swollen lips before shoving his fingers into her.
Once Grimmjow's fingers slid into her roughly, all attempts to clamp down her own desire were suddenly useless. Her hips bucked up to meet the thrust of his fingers while her mouth worked relentlessly over his organ both with her mouth and tits. The latter became increasingly slick with his fluids, and her sweat and saliva. The longer it continued the smoother his thrusting became.
He should have been fingering her this entire time. As soon as his fingers entered her, nail grating along her clit and fingers curving deep in her, her suckling intensified and body writhed under his. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, watching as her flesh got slicked in streaks of sweat, saliva, and his own oozing fluids. Falling forward, he groaned softly and dropped his hand to his length. Giving a final jerk of his hips to pull his length from her mouth and between her breasts and shifted, holding his length and jerking his hand as the fluids pumped out, spraying over her heaving chest.
As the arrancar came over her flesh, his fingers intensified in their relentlessness and easily enough sent her over the edge of passion as well. She shook and trembled, crying out his name as the thick essence of him coated her generous torso. Breathless and with lust still burning in her eyes, she grinned lecherously. "You need to come on me more often." Rangiku purred and rubbed his semen into her breasts, and even took a nipple into her mouth to suckle.
"There are a lotta things I gotta do to ya more," he said with a grin after he'd regained his breath. Still straddling over her, he lowered himself down and rubbed his still slick, half hard length against the flat of her stomach. Reaching down, he dragged his fingers through the mess on her chest and circled around her nipple.
Releasing her breast, she grinned and circled her arms and legs around him. She shifted until she felt his length slide into her easily enough. She tossed him a wicked smile worthy of one of his. "By all means Grimmjow-sama. Do whatever you like."
She always felt best around him after a certain amount of foreplay. Or as foreplay usually went for them, some amount of fondling and some amount of orgasm given over to him. Her body slicked and swollen, ready and waiting to receive him and doing so greedily. His eyes drifted shut as he pumped in and out of her with short quick thrusts, some deep and some shallow, and he just grinned at her before dipping his head to her chest to lick the fluids from her breasts, the sweat, saliva, and semen, not shying away from any bit of it.
The lazy way he took her as if he were doing her a favor, always seemed to make her want him that much more. Rangiku bucked and squirmed beneath the arrancar, reveling in his skill and his mastery of her body. However when she felt his tongue on her breast she lifted his head up and shook her own. "Leave it.. I wanna let it soak into to my skin... Could you just... watch me get fucked instead?"
Her requests when she was deliciously raunchy and dirty were hard to deny. Giving one last lick to some of the semen coated over her nipple, he gave a faint nod and straightened up from his hunch over her to a full kneel. Staying embedded in her, his hands moved down to palm her ass and hoisted her fully off of the bed, her back parallel to it and legs spread wide and dangling at his sides. While palming her ass, he let his fingers rub at the sensitive flesh of the mark he'd put upon her. "Only if I'm doin' the fuckin'."
Arms extended and holding her torso up, Rangiku grinned and wriggled her hips with delight. She thrived trying new positions and it was even more exciting the more lewd they seemed. Tipping her hips down so she could see his curls of hard blue mingling with her own dark blonde, she grinned and tightened her sex. "I wouldn't have it any other way, master."
Holding her easily to his groin, he pistoned in and out of her, licking his lips as he enjoyed the view. Her breasts bounced with each rock of her body, her long hair falling in cascading waves and spilling over the dark sheets of his bed. And not a single bit of the view of her sweet pussy welcoming his every thrust was blocked. "Tha's a damn good thin'... cos ya ain't ever gonna have it any other way."
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The last time he'd taken her in anger had been because she'd challenged him. Now his anger had been directed at someone else. The difference between the two afternoons was beyond measure, other than Rangiku could barely move.
She had never seen him so angry. The moment he'd come into the room, he'd dragged her to the edge of the bed, rolled her over and taken her roughly from behind. Of course she hadn't minded but it had been surprising to just be fucked without any prior foreplay. Not that she needed it, she was always ready for him.
Rolling over on the bed, she brought her legs up and moved toward the center of the bed. She felt his weight slump next to her, and his arm come around her to pull her against him. This was becoming increasingly common after really rough sex, Grimmjow set his head in her breasts dozed. Only this time he wasn't really dozing, but he was just rubbing her breast as if one would rub the top of their head in thought. Rangiku knew there was something on his mind, but she didn't ask. It would come out when he'd worded it just right in his head.
He'd finally done it.
He'd ordered the Espada to make a move against their intruders.
No... He'd ordered just one of the Espada to make the move and it hadn't been him.
Grimmjow still bristled with anger over Aizen's order to Noitra to go meet and greet the human boy who had displayed rather interesting new powers he hadn't possessed weeks ago. It seemed the Privaron Espada was not faring well against their invaders, but only the human Sado Yasutora interested Aizen for now, not the hollow-shinigami or the Quincy. If he was so damn interested in his power, Zael Apollo would have been the better one to send. Sending Noitra... That boy was going to be ripped limb from limb.
And if anyone was going to be ripping the invaders limb from limb, why the hell couldn't it have been him to get the okay to go and do it?
Damn Aizen.
Damn Noitra.
And damn Ulquiorra too, for that look he'd given him across the table.
The invaders had broken through one of the outer walls, were almost through the vast chambers belonging to the Privaron Espada. They just might make it into the main chambers of Las Noches. The thought made Grimmjow growl faintly, his face turning against her stomach and hand tightening on her arm.
For the first time ever she murmured a soft protest of pain. She didn't attempt to pull her arm away though. That only would have increased the pressure and upset the arrancar even more. Instead her fingertips curled lightly in the strands of his hair, waiting for him to talk.
He realized almost too late the grip he had on the woman's arm, the skin around his tight grip turning white and pale. Her faint murmur and the pained tightening of her limb made him scowl, but he lessened the intensity of his grip.
There was one more thing on his mind, bothering him, other than not being the Espada sent. He hadn't sent the Primera Espada, or the entire Espada. He'd singled out and sent Noitra. The invaders were getting closer... closer than Aizen had made it sound like they could get. He of course was not worried. Aizen never worried.
They'd been here the entire time she had been here. But they'd been hopelessly lost in the deepest bowels of Las Noches. So far away, they might as well have still been in the living world. But now they were closer, so close he could start to pinpoint their reiatsu even without his pesukisu activated. If he could feel them, she could too. So far she'd been a very well behaved prisoner, accepting her solitude. But having them nearby, even if they were sure to be slaughtered, could give her some glimmer of hope of escape...
"Oi," he said faintly, lifting his head up from her chest and shifting to sit up, gazing down at her. "Ya know anything of what's goin' on out there?"
Rolling over onto her side she shrugged and looked up at his concerned face. "You mean, Ichigo, Uryuu, Sado, Renji and Rukia coming to get Orihime?" Rangiku's shoulder rolled casually before she lifted her arm straight up. Her hand turned in a few directions before she finally pointed in five differing directions. "Sado is right there and Renji is... There and Ichigo, Rukia and Uryuu. Are you going after them?"
So she did know. She knew exactly where each and every single one of them was. Possibly better than he did. In fact better than he did. The meetings only spoke of the ryoka in detail, the three humans. Aizen knew of the two from the Gotei 13, but they didn't warrant much attention. So what the hell. Where was the glimmer. Where was the anything. "Yea. Them. An' no, not yet. Aizen-sama isn't concerned. So?"
She blinked and eyed him strangely. "So... what?"
Dammit she was so weird! There was a difference between having no hope of rescue so not even trying to act on it, and having blind hope. He needed to know where the hell the glimmer was, if he needed to expect it. So he could know if he needed to kill her so she wouldn't complicate things. "So why ain't'cha tryin' to run to that... Rukia, and Renji? They're Gotei 13 like ya used ta be, Rangiku."
Oh. So that's what was bothering him. She shrugged again and grabbed one of the pillows to lay her head on. She stopped in the middle of fluffing her pillow and looked at him with eyes wide as saucers. "You... know my name..."
"What?" he scoffed faintly and glanced away to gaze out the window. "Yea, I know yer name. Always known it. So. You're not answerin' the question."
Rangiku shook her head and settled herself on the pillow. Right his question. "I don't belong with them anymore. You told me that first night we met I was a fucked up shinigami. And you're right. I am. I'm not like the rest of them. I was never allowed to be. Gin made sure of that. He nurtured a dark side that only he knew how to tap. It was a dark side that over the years I've had a hard time suppressing. Until now. Until... this."
He jerked his head back to look at her, quirking up a brow at her. She was fucked up. She'd liked the white outfit the arrancar all wore. She'd been beside herself when marked with his rank. She never stopped reading that book Aizen had gifted her with. And she was always happy to see him, happier even than when she was allowed to visit the human chick.
"Wouldja fight 'em... Or jus' not try to go to 'em an' leave wit' 'em?"
Pushing herself up, she slowly climbed into Grimmjow's lap and wrapped her limbs around him. "With the exception of killing them, I only do my master's bidding."
He slipped one arm about her waist, his other hand moving to trace down her collarbone and between her breasts. "An' if they tried ta take ya away from me? If they even realize ye'r here..."
"I told you." She kissed the white plane of mask across his jaw. "This is where I belong."
Ulquiorra was not one to usually linger. He retired from the room right after Aizen dismissed them, or went and trailed after the man. He didn't stay at the table, staring at him.
Grimmjow finally got sick of the flat eyes staring at him and gave a scoff, getting up from the table. Enough of this shit. He wasn't having a damn staring contest with the other arrancar.
Hands in his lap, Ulquiorra sighed softly with intense exasperation. He closed his eyes as Grimmjow looked away. "Why are you marking garbage with your number. You lack pride if you're so willing to place your seis on a shinigami slut."
Oh so that's what this little waiting game was all about. Grimmjow sneered and bumped his chair forward with his foot. Lacking pride? Fucker. He of all the Espada possibly had the most pride in his rank. "It's called symbolism, Ulquiorra. Yea, I know ya think I'm too thick to get that sorta shit. I marked her as mine."
"I see." The arrancar rose quietly and set his chair right. "That makes you no better than her then. At least Luppi had the sense to try to kill her. He had more pride."
Fucker. Fucker fucker fucker. Mentioning that name in front of him? Most of the other Espada, even those higher than he, wouldn't dare. "Aizen-sama said not ta kill 'er when she was brought here. He ain't changed his words on that," he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Some of us actually listen to what he says, instead'a interprettin' his words as we see fit. An' he said I could keep her. She's more useful to me alive than dead."
"A shinigami? Useful? Kurosaki must have taken your sanity when you last fought him." Giving the sixth arrancar his back, he slipped his hands into his pockets and made his way to the door. "You are losing your mind, Grimmjow."
"Fuck you, Ulquiorra. Ye'r just jealous ya can't put yer mark on yer bitch. Aizen-sama's already done that." His eyes flicked down to the far end of the table, at the hulking arrancar. "Ya can leave now, by the way, Yammy. Ulquiorra is. Don't'cha gotta go trail after him now?"
The pair of arrancar left leaving the other alone to his anger. In the end Ulquiorra didn't give a damn what Grimmjow did as long as it didn't embarrass them as a whole. So far it seemed as if the woman was not causing a stir, but should that change, he would be the one to remedy that situation.
Grimmjow growled shortly and headed to the door as well, giving Ulquiorra's a quick kick as he passed to set the chair a bit askew. Dumbasses, the both of them. Yea, she was useful to him, a lot more so alive than dead. For one, fucking her if she were dead would be gross and something Luppi would do, not him. And two, having a vice captain shinigami out of the fights was beneficial to them. And her existing rather happily as his own personal sex toy? Delicious. He couldn't wait to run into one of her little shinigami friends, come to rescue her, and let them know she was quite happy being here, in his bed.
That'd fuckin' serve them right for killing Di Roy, Shawlong, Il Forte, and Edorad.
The fuck, why couldn't they see that? And they called him dense. Whatever. Aizen got it. Growling to himself, Grimmjow turned down the hallway to return to his room. Again Aizen had told them to return to their chambers, not go out and hunt the little invaders still lost in the maze of Las Noches, so return to his chambers he would.
Fuckers, fuckers, fuckers.
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Things were quite dull and boring when Grimmjow wasn't around. All she really did was read, sleep, or stare out the window. For now, reading was what occupied her time. The book and Aizen's notes were a wealth of information into the psyche of the man. The more she read it, the more she understood why Aizen was going what he was doing, and frighteningly enough, she saw the merit in his plans.
Closing the book, she rolled onto her back and stared up at ceiling, lost in thought. The recent pages flittered through her mind as she idly rubbed her bare abdomen with the tips of her fingers.
Grimmjow still hadn't fully calmed down when he returned to his room, eyes falling on the woman laying on the bed with the book Aizen had given her in her hand. He had no doubt in his mind she'd been doing that very same thing the entire time he was gone. In the days since he'd moved her from her cell to his personal quarters he had his personal attendants spy on her to see what she did while he wasn't around. Their reports were rather boring, but he continued having them do it.
He wouldn't be played by this woman. He wasn't stupid. Shinigami could be quite tricky. And he wouldn't have her offer up her body to him day in and day out, but while his dick wasn't in her and his back was turned, secretly planning and just waiting for him to go soft or some moment when she could twist her position and use it to her advantage. There were no reports of anything fishy. No attempts at escape, of waiting by the door to attack him when he walked in, no odd behavior whatsoever. The most she ever did was stare out that window. Looking for the invaders, or just looking. She never asked about them after his Espada meetings. She never fished for any information the arrancar would be privy to, that would help the shinigami.
If this woman ever turned on him, he sure as hell wouldn't let one of the other Espada be the one to discover it. Hell no. If there was ever a need to kill her, he'd be the one to do it. No one else.
But there wasn't.
And Grimmjow was glad about that. The first few reports he'd heard a bit anxiously, not liking the thought of having to put her down, but he would have done it. If he'd had reason to.
Standing by the door, he regarded her a moment more before muttering to himself. Coming into the room, he tossed himself onto the bed and reached over to grab the marker for her book and held it to her, his silent signal that she could continue her reading later.
Smiling up at Grimmjow, she did as requested and closed the book and then set it down near the bed. As had become sort of a small ritual, Rangiku got to her knees and made her way over to the man. She unzipped her top, exposing her breasts to him and pressed them into his chest as she kissed him in greeting, her arms draping loosely around his shoulders.
What he saw with her was what he got with her. There was no hesitation in her kiss, no flash of resentment at seeing him return and the part she now had to play, no pause as some façade slipped over her so she could play to his whims. Nothing of the sort.
Wrapping his arm tight about her waist, drawing her up tight against him, her full breasts feeling soft and warm against his chest. The kiss was hot, but lacked some of his usual hunger, his frustrations with Ulquiorra killing his usual desire that rose whenever he set eyes on the woman.
Pulling from the kiss, she studied her lover. She smiled softly, shaking her head. This man rarely pouted, but when he did, it was almost endearing. Fortunately for them both, she knew how to deal with pouting men.
Rangiku moved back and peeled her top off and set herself to recline on the bed. Her hand reached out, taking his and pulling him on top of her. Rather than what she would usually do which would be to kiss him until he was itching to fuck her, she pillowed his head in her breast and stroked his hair. It was a rare moment of kindness from the woman and one which she didn't mind giving. She had come to the conclusion that there was no escaping this life, and the more she learned of it, the less she wanted to leave it.
The softness about her was strange and still a bit foreign. There was nothing soft about this world. The landscape was dead and acrid, the hallways bright and intense, the archways were smooth but the stone they were made of was hard, and every bit of Las Noches was impressive and a testament to Aizen's power. Its occupants were not soft. Most times there was nothing soft about this woman other than her body, even in imprisonment. Their fucking was rough and intense, their words to one another crisp and sometimes jibing and almost cruel.
He tensed a moment while sprawled over her before relaxing against her. His arm stayed wrapped loose about her waist and he parted his lips, suckling at the full swell of her breast presented to him. "Ulquiorra's a fuckin' prick," was the only explanation he gave for his mood, his words muffled against her breast.
Ah so it was a little sibling squabble. She was familiar with those as well. How many times had Gin done exactly this muttering some nonsense about Aizen or Tousen. The parallel was strange to say the least. Looking back on it, and seeing the situation here, she probably had more warning of it than anyone else in Soul Society, but she never connected it and after the fact it only wouldn't have done any good other to make her look like an accomplice. Sighing softly, she kissed the top of his head as her hands rubbed him gently, one in his hair the other down his arm.
The fact that she didn't inquire further into the matter was appreciated. He wasn't about to talk about his thoughts and feelings with her. Then Ulquiorra would be right, he really would be losing his sanity. She didn't need to know Ulquiorra had been a prick about her. Let her think their fight had been about... whatever the hell shinigami thought arrancar fought about. Who had the bigger hollow hole -- duh, him of course -- or the cooler hollow mask -- again, him.
Instead of offering more, he just exhaled loudly -- it was not a sigh it was an exhalation -- and contented himself with nuzzling his head deeper into her cleavage and sucking at her breasts.
It was certainly odd comforting an arrancar, but such was her place in life now and one which she had succumbed to. Since the branding, she had become less argumentative, though she still put up a fight just for fun to make things hot. She was still free and generous with her opinions on shinigami versus arrancar, and sometimes when it seemed appropriate she would heckle him about Ichigo, but only because he got deliciously violent when he fucked her. It was still strange, but at least it was comforting.
The aggravation and annoyance with Ulquiorra was still there, but it would probably always be there. They'd never seen eye to eye on things, from even before they were both marked as Espada. Their personalities clashed, their methods conflicted, they both had very different ways of showing and proving their loyalties to Aizen. But his fight with Ulquiorra at least wasn't at the forefront of his mind. Fuck him.
Shifting atop her, his eyes flashed up to her and he shifted his mouth over her, moving from just suckling at the side swell of her breast to sucking hard and nipping at her nipple.
Well, he certainly recovered from his pouting quickly, she thought with a groan. Her hand slipped up under the back of his jacket and rimmed the hole. While doing to the front had little effect, his back was a lot more sensitive to it as she'd discovered. Her hand dug tightly into his hair, keeping him close to her breast. She smirked as a delicious thought flit through her mind. Lowering her lips to his ear, she whispered huskily, "Ya know, ever consider fucking what you're sucking?"
A slow shudder moved through the man causing his body to arch a bit and grind against her atop her body. Licking up between her breasts, he brought his head up and moved his hands to take hold of the large mounds, fondling and squeezing them. "What, ya mean screw yer tits 'stead'a yer pussy?"
'That's exactly what I mean."
He quirked a brow up, seeming to consider the idea, one that hadn't yet really passed through his mind. Glancing down at her chest, he gave a final squeeze to one of her breasts and moved his hand to press between her breasts, the side of his hand pressing deep between her cleavage and sliding up and down. "Ya jus' want my dick all over ya, don't ya?" he said with a grin, warming to the idea as her breasts pressed against his hand.
She arched toward his touch a wicked little gleam in her eyes as she watched the idea take root. "It's as much mine as the rest of me is yours so why not lay further claim to my body with it." Her hands came up to begin the removal of his clothing, starting with the jacket. Undressing him for sex was one of her favorite duties. His body was perfect and one she never tired of looking at.
Rolling his shoulders, he let the jacket slide down his arms and off and tossed it aside. Shifting up from his sprawl on her, he moved to straddle over her and as he did, looked down to see that hot gleam in her eyes. Smirking softly, he squeezed at her breast a final time and reached his hand down to cup between her legs, rubbing at the already dampening thong she wore. "Ya certainly are hot fer the idea..." His finger found her clit, rubbing at it through the thin material.
As her hands came up to the waistband, she purred. "I'm always wet around you." She pulled his hakama down and moaned at the sight of his cock. As she pulled his pants the rest of the way down, she took the thick length into her mouth for a bit of a tease, just as he was doing to her between her legs.
He groaned deeply, shifting up to hover over her as he moved to get the hakama all the way off. He couldn't get enough of her mouth. Hot and wet and tight, just like between her legs, but that tongue of hers and the occasional graze of her teeth... fucking good. He couldn't wait to know the slide of her breasts against his groin like he knew every other part of her body.
Pulling away with a slurp, she licked her lips for him before lying down on the bed her hands on each breast massaging them and pulling them. Her gaze was hot on him, taking in every inch of his nude body. It was a shame that cock was going to be sliding in her tits in the next few moments and not her pussy, but it was bound to be a very interesting experience.
The squish of her breasts around him was hot and tight. Not as wet as the sweet slickness between her legs, but that could be fixed. Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted his hand and licked his palm before dropping it to stroke the saliva over the shaft. Smirking softly, he shifted his hips forward to slide more than just the tip of his erection between her breasts, the shaft hugged and rubbed by her breasts.
Having only done this once before, she was realizing why it had never been repeated. Gin's cock had been swallowed by the enormity of her breasts. What made it different now was Grimmjow's was long enough to surge through the top of her cleavage. Gods it looked so good. She pressed her breasts downward, exposing more of Grimmjow's cock from the top and lowered her head to suckle the tip.
He gave a soft grunt as her lips closed over his length, her mouth just adding to the unique friction of her flesh against his dick. Reaching down, he slid his hand into her hair to cradle the back of her head as she craned it to suck at his cock. He thrust forward further, sliding more of his length into her mouth before dragging his hips back, sliding his length between her breasts. "Fuck..."
Grimmjow often swore when he was enjoying himself with her, but rarely did it have that intonation of bliss. Her hands dug into her breasts as she squeezed them tighter while lightly changing the grip her breasts held in him. Rangiku worshiped his cock. Looking up at him, she slid her lips up and down his length, using every little trick she knew he enjoyed whenever she gave him head.
His gaze collided and stayed on hers, his eyes going a bit darker with lust as he thrust his hips against her, fucking her tits and her greedy little mouth. He liked the little sounds she made when he drew his hips back and pulled his length from her mouth, the faintest little whine coming from her throat as her lips stayed parted, her tongue staying on him as long as possible. He was all too ready to thrust back to her mouth after rubbing his erection between her breasts, watching her tongue wrap around the head before pulling him in deeper. Keeping his hand on the back of her head, he moved the other back to delve his fingers between her legs, rubbing at the swollen lips before shoving his fingers into her.
Once Grimmjow's fingers slid into her roughly, all attempts to clamp down her own desire were suddenly useless. Her hips bucked up to meet the thrust of his fingers while her mouth worked relentlessly over his organ both with her mouth and tits. The latter became increasingly slick with his fluids, and her sweat and saliva. The longer it continued the smoother his thrusting became.
He should have been fingering her this entire time. As soon as his fingers entered her, nail grating along her clit and fingers curving deep in her, her suckling intensified and body writhed under his. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, watching as her flesh got slicked in streaks of sweat, saliva, and his own oozing fluids. Falling forward, he groaned softly and dropped his hand to his length. Giving a final jerk of his hips to pull his length from her mouth and between her breasts and shifted, holding his length and jerking his hand as the fluids pumped out, spraying over her heaving chest.
As the arrancar came over her flesh, his fingers intensified in their relentlessness and easily enough sent her over the edge of passion as well. She shook and trembled, crying out his name as the thick essence of him coated her generous torso. Breathless and with lust still burning in her eyes, she grinned lecherously. "You need to come on me more often." Rangiku purred and rubbed his semen into her breasts, and even took a nipple into her mouth to suckle.
"There are a lotta things I gotta do to ya more," he said with a grin after he'd regained his breath. Still straddling over her, he lowered himself down and rubbed his still slick, half hard length against the flat of her stomach. Reaching down, he dragged his fingers through the mess on her chest and circled around her nipple.
Releasing her breast, she grinned and circled her arms and legs around him. She shifted until she felt his length slide into her easily enough. She tossed him a wicked smile worthy of one of his. "By all means Grimmjow-sama. Do whatever you like."
She always felt best around him after a certain amount of foreplay. Or as foreplay usually went for them, some amount of fondling and some amount of orgasm given over to him. Her body slicked and swollen, ready and waiting to receive him and doing so greedily. His eyes drifted shut as he pumped in and out of her with short quick thrusts, some deep and some shallow, and he just grinned at her before dipping his head to her chest to lick the fluids from her breasts, the sweat, saliva, and semen, not shying away from any bit of it.
The lazy way he took her as if he were doing her a favor, always seemed to make her want him that much more. Rangiku bucked and squirmed beneath the arrancar, reveling in his skill and his mastery of her body. However when she felt his tongue on her breast she lifted his head up and shook her own. "Leave it.. I wanna let it soak into to my skin... Could you just... watch me get fucked instead?"
Her requests when she was deliciously raunchy and dirty were hard to deny. Giving one last lick to some of the semen coated over her nipple, he gave a faint nod and straightened up from his hunch over her to a full kneel. Staying embedded in her, his hands moved down to palm her ass and hoisted her fully off of the bed, her back parallel to it and legs spread wide and dangling at his sides. While palming her ass, he let his fingers rub at the sensitive flesh of the mark he'd put upon her. "Only if I'm doin' the fuckin'."
Arms extended and holding her torso up, Rangiku grinned and wriggled her hips with delight. She thrived trying new positions and it was even more exciting the more lewd they seemed. Tipping her hips down so she could see his curls of hard blue mingling with her own dark blonde, she grinned and tightened her sex. "I wouldn't have it any other way, master."
Holding her easily to his groin, he pistoned in and out of her, licking his lips as he enjoyed the view. Her breasts bounced with each rock of her body, her long hair falling in cascading waves and spilling over the dark sheets of his bed. And not a single bit of the view of her sweet pussy welcoming his every thrust was blocked. "Tha's a damn good thin'... cos ya ain't ever gonna have it any other way."
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The last time he'd taken her in anger had been because she'd challenged him. Now his anger had been directed at someone else. The difference between the two afternoons was beyond measure, other than Rangiku could barely move.
She had never seen him so angry. The moment he'd come into the room, he'd dragged her to the edge of the bed, rolled her over and taken her roughly from behind. Of course she hadn't minded but it had been surprising to just be fucked without any prior foreplay. Not that she needed it, she was always ready for him.
Rolling over on the bed, she brought her legs up and moved toward the center of the bed. She felt his weight slump next to her, and his arm come around her to pull her against him. This was becoming increasingly common after really rough sex, Grimmjow set his head in her breasts dozed. Only this time he wasn't really dozing, but he was just rubbing her breast as if one would rub the top of their head in thought. Rangiku knew there was something on his mind, but she didn't ask. It would come out when he'd worded it just right in his head.
He'd finally done it.
He'd ordered the Espada to make a move against their intruders.
No... He'd ordered just one of the Espada to make the move and it hadn't been him.
Grimmjow still bristled with anger over Aizen's order to Noitra to go meet and greet the human boy who had displayed rather interesting new powers he hadn't possessed weeks ago. It seemed the Privaron Espada was not faring well against their invaders, but only the human Sado Yasutora interested Aizen for now, not the hollow-shinigami or the Quincy. If he was so damn interested in his power, Zael Apollo would have been the better one to send. Sending Noitra... That boy was going to be ripped limb from limb.
And if anyone was going to be ripping the invaders limb from limb, why the hell couldn't it have been him to get the okay to go and do it?
Damn Aizen.
Damn Noitra.
And damn Ulquiorra too, for that look he'd given him across the table.
The invaders had broken through one of the outer walls, were almost through the vast chambers belonging to the Privaron Espada. They just might make it into the main chambers of Las Noches. The thought made Grimmjow growl faintly, his face turning against her stomach and hand tightening on her arm.
For the first time ever she murmured a soft protest of pain. She didn't attempt to pull her arm away though. That only would have increased the pressure and upset the arrancar even more. Instead her fingertips curled lightly in the strands of his hair, waiting for him to talk.
He realized almost too late the grip he had on the woman's arm, the skin around his tight grip turning white and pale. Her faint murmur and the pained tightening of her limb made him scowl, but he lessened the intensity of his grip.
There was one more thing on his mind, bothering him, other than not being the Espada sent. He hadn't sent the Primera Espada, or the entire Espada. He'd singled out and sent Noitra. The invaders were getting closer... closer than Aizen had made it sound like they could get. He of course was not worried. Aizen never worried.
They'd been here the entire time she had been here. But they'd been hopelessly lost in the deepest bowels of Las Noches. So far away, they might as well have still been in the living world. But now they were closer, so close he could start to pinpoint their reiatsu even without his pesukisu activated. If he could feel them, she could too. So far she'd been a very well behaved prisoner, accepting her solitude. But having them nearby, even if they were sure to be slaughtered, could give her some glimmer of hope of escape...
"Oi," he said faintly, lifting his head up from her chest and shifting to sit up, gazing down at her. "Ya know anything of what's goin' on out there?"
Rolling over onto her side she shrugged and looked up at his concerned face. "You mean, Ichigo, Uryuu, Sado, Renji and Rukia coming to get Orihime?" Rangiku's shoulder rolled casually before she lifted her arm straight up. Her hand turned in a few directions before she finally pointed in five differing directions. "Sado is right there and Renji is... There and Ichigo, Rukia and Uryuu. Are you going after them?"
So she did know. She knew exactly where each and every single one of them was. Possibly better than he did. In fact better than he did. The meetings only spoke of the ryoka in detail, the three humans. Aizen knew of the two from the Gotei 13, but they didn't warrant much attention. So what the hell. Where was the glimmer. Where was the anything. "Yea. Them. An' no, not yet. Aizen-sama isn't concerned. So?"
She blinked and eyed him strangely. "So... what?"
Dammit she was so weird! There was a difference between having no hope of rescue so not even trying to act on it, and having blind hope. He needed to know where the hell the glimmer was, if he needed to expect it. So he could know if he needed to kill her so she wouldn't complicate things. "So why ain't'cha tryin' to run to that... Rukia, and Renji? They're Gotei 13 like ya used ta be, Rangiku."
Oh. So that's what was bothering him. She shrugged again and grabbed one of the pillows to lay her head on. She stopped in the middle of fluffing her pillow and looked at him with eyes wide as saucers. "You... know my name..."
"What?" he scoffed faintly and glanced away to gaze out the window. "Yea, I know yer name. Always known it. So. You're not answerin' the question."
Rangiku shook her head and settled herself on the pillow. Right his question. "I don't belong with them anymore. You told me that first night we met I was a fucked up shinigami. And you're right. I am. I'm not like the rest of them. I was never allowed to be. Gin made sure of that. He nurtured a dark side that only he knew how to tap. It was a dark side that over the years I've had a hard time suppressing. Until now. Until... this."
He jerked his head back to look at her, quirking up a brow at her. She was fucked up. She'd liked the white outfit the arrancar all wore. She'd been beside herself when marked with his rank. She never stopped reading that book Aizen had gifted her with. And she was always happy to see him, happier even than when she was allowed to visit the human chick.
"Wouldja fight 'em... Or jus' not try to go to 'em an' leave wit' 'em?"
Pushing herself up, she slowly climbed into Grimmjow's lap and wrapped her limbs around him. "With the exception of killing them, I only do my master's bidding."
He slipped one arm about her waist, his other hand moving to trace down her collarbone and between her breasts. "An' if they tried ta take ya away from me? If they even realize ye'r here..."
"I told you." She kissed the white plane of mask across his jaw. "This is where I belong."