Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ THE CAPTIVE ❯ Chapter 2

He scowled and twisted to lay back down on the bed, giving her his back again, and this time laid down on his left arm. It wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, but right now he didn't care. "Go find something else to stare at, I'm not your personal zoo or circus freak."

"Did I say you were? Geesh." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she crossed her arms.

"I still almost killed ya. One handed." He continued his dark glower at the wall, insides still broiling and his fingers twitching, wanting to rip something apart, but he stayed still. "Touch it again and I'll rip yours off so we match. I don't care what extra charges that gives me. Your laws don't concern me."

Rangiku shrugged. "I apologize, then. It wasn't my intent to upset you so much."

"Ya, 'm sure ya really care. And I'm not upset. Ya just bug me."

Grabbing Grimmjow's shoulder, she yanked him back so he was flat on the bed. Her angry gaze met his seemingly petulant one as her face hovered over his. "Don't throw my apologies back at me. I don't make them that often."

Grimmjow's eyes just narrowed at her but now that he was facing her, not the wall, he tried to steel his composure. So she poked at his arm and knew who did it uncannily, so what. All of Las Noches knew what happened and no one had gotten him so riled up before about it. Not since that day in the main chamber when he was ready to murder Tousen for his actions. No one really had the audacity to continue harping on it though with him. His composure regained, he looked at her almost boredly and tucked his arm under his head. "Why do you think I want a thing from you?"

She looked away, slightly hesitant, but with a sadness in her eyes. He might not want anything from her, but she wanted plenty from him and felt guilty about it. That was her whole reason for coming here and ultimately staying here. Her gaze returned to the arrancar, a reluctant blush creeping into her cheeks despite all attempts to squelch it. "Maybe because I want something from you."

The sudden hesitation and the blush made the arrancar blink in surprise, gazing up at her intently. What? Why did he get the feeling she was not talking about information about Aizen's plans, army, and the various going ons in Hueco Mundo? "An' what's that... Jus' maybe I can letcha have it."

This was really difficult to do with him looking at her like that. She sighed and puffed up a breath of air which fluttered her bangs and from the corner of her eye she looked at him. "What's Gin doing there?"

"...huh."

Her head sank for all of a second before it snapped back with embarrassed frustration. "Gin. Ichimaru. The one that didn't lob your arm off? The one who was likely standing in the shadows and silently snickering at the whole thing. Him."

Grimmjow snorted and turned his head to look away stubbornly. Damn and here he'd thought she wanted something interesting. "Nuh uh. Hell no. Ya got the wrong arrancar if ya want an informant. I don't spy on those three, and what I do know, I sure as hell ain't gonna tell ya jus' cos you bat your lashes at me."

With a muttered curse, she grabbed him by the bony jaw and yanked his face back to her. "Who said anything about just batting my eyelashes? I'm willing to make a deal. Short of releasing you."

He quirked a brow, staring hard up at her. "An', what, ya expect me to tell ya what Ichimaru and Aizen-sama discussed, the last time they discussed the hows, whens, and wheres, of what they're planning? For some piddly reward? Sorry. Ain't. Fuckin'. Happenin'. The worst you people can do is fuckin' sunshine and rainbows compared to what Aizen-sama would do if I turned traitor."

"Goddamnit. I don't care about that shit. I couldn't care less about what they're plotting! I want to know about him that's all."

She couldn't be serious. She had to be trying to lead him into casual conversation about Ichimaru just to lead and see what he'd slip. "Like what he ate for breakfast an' how he put a tack on Ulquiorra's chair?"

Though that last bit might have been funny if she knew who this Ulquiorra person was, it only just seemed to frustrate her more. Shaking her head, she drew away in frustration. "God, forget it. I just want to know if he's happy, sad or even if he misses me."

His hand reached out to grab her chin, drawing her back to meet his stare as she tried to draw away. She was serious. That was all she wanted to know. she wouldn't be this emotionally invested if all she wanted to know was Aizen's progress with the hougyoku and plans to acquire the Ouken.

He smirked softly and traced his finger over her jaw. What she was offering sounded entertaining... and this place was boring. He needed something to do while biding his time for the war, when Aizen broke into the realm of the king and the war surely spilled over into Seireitei. Or god hoping he wouldn't be here that long, until he could get the hell out of here. He controlled what he said in the end. "An' in return?"

Her eyes were clear with determination and held the validity of her words. "I'll make your stay here ... more comfortable, or at least supply you with the means of filling in those long stretches of time."

"If you're talkin' about feather pillows and yahtzee..."

"You know full well what I'm talking about, Grimmjow."

Yes. Yes he damn well did. "If any of your fellow shinigami try to immobilize me with that kidou crap cos they think I'm 'assaulting' you when you're just making things 'comfortable'. Deal's off."

"I'll keep them away from here. You have my word as a woman."

Good choice. Had she given her word as a shinigami, he would have laughed and shoved her off of him and tried to get some sleep. Instead he just smirked up at her and traced his hand down from her cheek, grazing between her breasts through the thin material, the white garment splotched with his blood. "Well I toldja a bit about Ichimaru..."

Her hand reached up to her neck and pulled the collar of her robe down and off her shoulder exposing a breast. Her gaze was steady as she rolled her shoulder back and offered him her gratitude for those few bits of information. "Is this enough for now?"

His hand skimmed down, circling around her breast and cupping it before he smirked softly. Hooking his fingers under the shifted material of her robe, he drew it away to expose both breasts. "I toldja stuff earlier, too, 'bout him talkin' bout your tits."

"Greedy bastard." She shivered at his touch but not from revulsion, but from anticipation and longing. How long had it been since she'd allowed someone to touch her like this? She could barely remember. Some lower officer she supposed. She barely remembered his name. It didn't matter though.

"Jus' seeing what you're offerin' to see if it's worth my time," the arrancar said with a grin, sliding the hem of her robe down her shoulder to get it out of the way of her breasts before he brought his hand back. Her breast more then filled his hand, making him hungry in ways the earlier offered food didn't, and he licked his lips as he traced his nail in a slow circle around her nipple.

It tightened and puckered immediately upon his touch. She moaned and closed her eyes, enjoying it for a moment and allowing herself to get lost in the sensation. When she opened them they were dark and luminescent with intense desire. "Do we have a deal or do you need to see the entire package?"

Grimmjow just gave the woman a leer, his fingers giving her nipple a slight pinch before his hand released her breast and he moved it down to press over her stomach, fingers sliding under the hem of her robe. His eyes move over the length of her body, all those soft curves and generous swells and long lines of her body still hidden by the robe. "Ya really think that's even a necessary question?" His hand tugged a bit at the robe.

She pushed his hand away, so she could get to the robe's ties before he could. First undoing the inside knot and then the other, Rangiku dragged the material back. She shifted her body to seat herself across his thighs, straddling him. She rose to kneel as the robe slid off her shoulders to reveal her fully nude body. "Are we in agreement then?"

His hand dropped and he let her undress for him, folding his arm behind his head to make himself a bit more comfortable on the bed. Once nude, his eyes raked over her, not leaving a single inch of her untouched by his hot gaze. A rare light of lust brightening his eyes. It wasn't as good as getting to kill this woman and every other shinigami that came near him, but slaking his lust would be a decent enough way to waste his time here. "Ya, ya gotcherself a deal, shinigami."

Her hand reached behind her to grab the robe. Climbing off the man, she stood and shrugged it on, tying it shut once more. She pulled her hair free and turned to look at the arrancar. Funny how they were both using each other for nearly the exact same reason. True he could tell her about Gin, but she knew he wouldn't be able to tell her much. Gin had been rather secretive with her about his feelings in general. There was no way he would trust them to a subordinate.

Her eyes took in Grimmjow, she already knew he was a nice specimen of male, she just didn't know how good. Returning to the edge of the bed, Rangiku's hand reached out and curled into the dark waistband of his hakama. "Mind if I take a look at what I get outta this deal?"

He just grinned softly, reaching to take her wrist and press her hand downward against his groin, hardly affected just a little by the sight of the woman. Shinigami or not, she had some nice curves. "I thought ya jus' wanted outta this stuff about Ichimaru."

"True, but perhaps I might change my mind about the whole deal if I don't like what I see." She smirked wickedly as she pulled Grimmjow's pants until she had his groin fully exposed. Her eyes widened just slightly as she took in the sight. Her mouth watered and she felt herself grow wet with need. She let her hand drop atop his soft length cupping it as her fingertips combed lightly through the dark almost navy curls. "Not bad, Grimmjow. Aizen built you well."

She covered it well, but he saw that smirk fade from her face, surprise and lust taking its place. He lay back down, keeping his arm folded under his head, letting her touch him all she liked. "Helps he had a lot to start from. That answer your earlier remark, 'bout the mouthful thin'?"

She gave him a little smirk, "It does answer the question very well." Her hand continued to caress him, testing him out slightly. More or less curious about this entity and how he performed and functioned. She was very tempted to get him to full arousal, but part of her feared what he would do were she not to deliver on satisfying him. Pulling her hand away, reluctantly, she righted his pants and leaned back looking at him lustfully.

Though her hand drew away, the bit of arousal her touch and stare had incited lingered, and he quirked an eye open to look at her. The urge to yank his waistband down again and pull her over again was strong. Instead of grabbing for her wrist, he reached over to trace the backs of his fingers over and up her leg toward her sex. Only fair. She stroked him. "So what do I gotta tell ya ta get you to do more than look an' tease?"

Her legs parted, granting his fingers access. "I just want to know what he's been up to. Tell me what you know that you're willing to tell me."

"Don't see 'im all that much... mainly he spends his time wit' Aizen-sama, sometimes Tousen..." His fingers went up her thigh to right between her legs, and rubbed his fingers hard against her folds.

Rangiku hunched forward slightly as Grimmjow's touch pulled a soft moan and a light groan from her lips. She took a moment to enjoy it before speaking again. "I see... Does he seem happy to be there?"

"He's always got that grin on his face..." Grimmjow shrugged softly, sliding his finger past the folds to dip into her briefly and give one single thrust, before withdrawing to just run the pads of his rough fingers over her sex. "Nah... That ain't true, there was one time I saw him talkin' with Aizen-sama and there wasn't that happy as a fuck look on his face..."

Rangiku's hand once more returned to the man's groin to fondle through the rough cloth of his pants. She wanted to suck his cock while he spoke but she refrained. Perhaps if he became fully aroused she would. In the meantime she contented herself with his rough caress and his gravelly voice. "Do you know what they fought about?"

A low groan was uttered faint in the back of the arrancar's throat as she rubbed at him. the last time she'd touched him, it had been bare skin to skin, not through the material of his hakama, but her touch was completely different when not poking curiously to see if he even had a dick. Even as his arousal stirred under her touch, he slid his finger back inside her. "Not sure exactly... was right after Aizen-sama made the only woman in the Espada... He wanted Ichimaru to be there, which is kinda weird, those two ain't at the birthin's all that much. He made her an' asked Ichimaru wasn't she a perfect creation..."

Rangiku's brow quirked. There was a female arrancar? It shouldn't have surprised her but it bothered her a bit. Had Aizen created a replacement of her for Gin? Had he fallen for it? Anger colored her arousal as she once again pulled down Grimmjow's pants and handled him firmly. "Aizen made him a woman? Did he like her?"

He gave a slight grunt as her hand came around him and he shifted to sit up, his hand leaving her body to touch on her hip and yank her over to him. His knee bent a bit as he shifted to put her over his leg, letting the rough cloth of his hakama rub her damp flesh. This was the damn annoying thing about one arm. One hand. Whatever though, he'd deal. He always did.

His hand temporarily freed up, he lifted it to twine a long strand of her hair around two fingers and brought it to his lips. "Yea... Thought so.. Close to the same color." He twisted the lock of hair, giving it a slight tug before releasing it. "Dun think so. He left, an' I saw 'em talkin' later."

She leaned forward, pressing her chest to his as she breathed hotly across his lips. Her hand slid further downward to cup his sack, fondling the pliable flesh. "What did they say?"

"Toldja... I don't eavesdrop on their personal conversations..." he said in a ragged voice, rocking his hips to press his fully hard arousal against her toying hand. His leg he shifted once more, grinding his thigh harder against the soft fuzz between her legs and the even softer slick flesh. His hand he lowered to take hold of a breast once more, fingers playing over the pert nipple. "Was a long time before Ichimaru would even give her a second glance, tho'."

The time to reward him fully had come. That little bit of information was enough to satisfy her and help ease the arrancar's arousal. Shifting back, she bent over and took Grimmjow's cock in her mouth. She groaned and relished the unusual flavor of him. There was a darkness about him which she craved as she had once craved Gin's. Wiggling her head, she pushed lower until she had the entire length in her mouth and partially down her throat.

Grimmjow gave a low groan as her mouth slid down over him, fully engulfing him. His balanced swayed and he shifted to press his shoulder against the cold stone wall to help keep his balance. His head turned down to look at hers, deep in his lap, and he let his hand fall to rest on the back of her neck. He slowly traced his thumb down the ridges of vertebrae, a thought and realization flitting through his mind that he could easily with the one hand, snap her neck right now. Her defenses were down. He didn't act on the instinct, just groaning softly as the knowledge only heightened his arousal.

That very same thought occurred to her as well when she felt the hand at the back of her neck. It made her shiver and moan. Slowly she brought her head up and sucked hard at the tip. Her tongue rolled over it and jabbed at the slit before she rubbed the flat of it against the base. Her eyes met his as she tilted her head to lick up and down the length of him while her hand jerked slowly over him.

"Ya just gonna lick at it?" he said after a moment of watching her lave her tongue over every inch of him, his hips rocking against her hand and her lips. His hand moved from the nape of her neck, dragging his nails up and down her flesh and tossing her hair to the side.

She grinned and returned her lips to the tip and gently closed her teeth over it, grinding them with extreme care over the head before once again plunging downward and taking him into her mouth. Rangiku bobbed shallowly over his cock as her hand squeezed and pumped the base. Every few moments she would pull her hand and deep throat him, for a bit before returning to her vigorous sucking and slurping.

A strangled cut off response bubbled out from his lips and the arrancar just managed a groan, slamming his head back against the wall. The pain blossomed at the base of his skull and just added to his pleasure, but the shock was enough to keep him from coming as he felt her throat muscles flex tight around him before she bobbed her head back up. The varying amounts of tightness and suction nearly killing him.

Shit, all this, just for telling her some random shit about Ichimaru? He could do that... Yea he could definitely do that, and watch what he said to not give away too much information. They probably already knew some things. One of these shinigami had fought and killed Shawlong, and that guy always liked to talk way too much while fighting.

Yes this was it. This as she ravenously sucked him off, her hand flipped back the panels of her robe, exposing her sex. Bringing her foot up, she placed the arch on the edge of the bed the other she let sit next to it, keeping her knees bent one on the bed the other straight up. Luckily for her she had the use of both her arms and the one that currently wasn't handling the arrancar's cock, found its way between her legs. Sliding fingers inside herself from behind, Rangiku saw to her own needs while seeing to Grimmjow's as well.

Opening his eyes slowly, his vision a bit blurred and hazy, Grimmjow gave a soft growl as his gaze was riveted on the sight of her hand down between her legs. Fluids spreading over her fingers as she pumped them in and out of her herself, teasing at her own clit. His fingers splayed on her shoulder blade as his body tensed, control starting to fray away to nothing, and he jerked his hand to bury into her gold strands as his hips jerked in orgasm.

Rangiku was quite greedy with her midnight snack, leaving none of it to waste as she took in every drop of his orgasm and relished and savored the unique taste which was unlike anything she'd had before. She pulled her lips off his cock and gasped as she continued to finish herself off. Her fingers pushing and sliding about her pussy. Grimmjow's eyes on her only made her hotter and more eager to show him just how much he could come to enjoy her presence.

The cloud of fuzzed, incoherent bliss that followed the orgasm faded quickly enough, leaving the arrancar staring down at the woman sprawled out on the bed between his legs. Reaching down, he pressed his hand to her shoulder to roll her onto his back and let her pillow her head against his thigh, legs still in a V from her earlier attentions. His eyes met hers with a grin and then moved down, hand following his gaze and groping at her breast to pinch a nipple. He was more than willing to watch her push her fingers in and out of herself, her hand just as merciless and attentive to her own sex as it had been to his.

The slight change of position allowed her the use of both her hands to pleasure herself. The fingers from one hand working at her clit while the other thrust and wiggled themselves inside her. As she gazed up at him, she smirked and moaned. Rangiku always made sure he could see as much as he wanted and touched as much as he liked.

And touch he did. Pinching each nipple, palming her breast, his nails biting into the soft flesh and leaving little half moon marks. Her back only arched with each little nip of his nails, letting him know she hardly minded the small bursts of pain, so gone in her pleasure and close to climax that she was. Smirking, he rubbed his palm over her nipple one last time before leaning forward a bit, his arm reaching down to join his fingers with hers inside her, the butt of his hand pressing against the soft fuzzed mound of flesh.

There it was, that little push she needed. Grimmjow's long manly fingers reaching deep into hers where she couldn't reached. She bucked her hips up with a soft cry of his name as she came. Wriggling in the throes of release, she ached for more but she restrained herself. If they both played their cards right there would be more of the same and then some.

As Rangiku came down from her orgasm, she looked up at the arrancar with a lazy smirk. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

Keeping his smirk, Grimmjow rolled his shoulder and leaned a bit against the wall. He drew his fingers out of her wet body and let his hand drag up her abdomen and between her breasts, fully aware and intending to leave a trail of fluids up her body. Getting up to her face his smirk grew and he wiped a bit of his own fluids from her lip. "Yea, was a'right. You still got your deal."

"Our deal," she corrected him lightly with a smirk. Sitting up she righted her clothing. "Whenever you feel like telling me more, I'm around."

"Your deal, our deal," he said with a slight shrug and righted his own clothing after she sat up from his lap. "Semantics."

Looking around the cell she wondered what to do since she had mentioned to Histugaya that she would remain here the entire night. It didn't seem right to share the bed and he definitely didn't seem the gallant type to offer up the bed to her. She looked at the chair, which seemed hardly comfortable. It seemed as if it would be the floor for her tonight.

Rising she stretched with a soft satisfied purr. "I'll be over there if you feel like chatting again."

The bed vacated except for him, Grimmjow stretched out his limbs on it to a full sprawl and scratched idly at his abdomen. The clank of the chain against the frame of the bed caught his attention and he lifted his arm, swinging it idly by twisting his wrist.

Ah right. This. The reason he found himself in this shinigami's company. When her lips had been on his cock and his fingers in her cunt, he'd almost forgotten.

Rangiku looked at the chain, forgetting herself it had been there. Rare for her to have forgotten such a detail. Shrugging to herself she settled herself on the floor and curled up. This would be for a rather uncomfortable and strange evening.

Hearing the whisper of fabric against the cold stone floor, the arrancar glanced over at her. "Ya seriously stayin' here all night?"

"I told my captain I was, so that would be a yes."

Eyeing her curled up on the floor, Grimmjow rolled his eyes and sat up. The chain clanked again as he reached up to the head of the bed and grabbed up the thin pillow which he then hurled across the room. Flomping back down, he rolled to face the wall and muttered, "Wasn't usin' it anyway."

Rangiku smirked softly and snuggled her arms under the pillow. "Bonus points for next time."

He just muttered something under his breath. Bonus points, that sounded good. Now he sure as hell wasn't going to admit he'd only tossed it over to her because she'd swallowed.