Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ THE CAPTIVE ❯ Chapter 3

The days went by uneventfully. The only highlight had been the sudden defection of Rukia and Renji to Hueco Mundo to assist Ichigo and the others in their rescue of Orihime. Otherwise it was business as usual. Meetings, paperwork, napping, and the occasional check on the prisoner which for the most part netted nothing new. It was evening again and only a few days after Grimmjow's capture and their tasty agreement. She hadn't been able to get his cock out of her mind since and she itched to have it inside her.

Nightfall once again found her seeking out their prisoner. Standing outside his cell she waved a bottle of sake. "Remember anything new today?"

This place was damn boring. Grimmjow spent most of his time laying, not sleeping, looking out at the window to see the sky to gauge the time and the amount of time passed, eyeing his cell to figure out the very few weaknesses of his captivity he could exploit, and swinging the chain. And counting the back and forth swings of the chain from his wrist. If he hit a million cycles, he was going to try to kill again to get out of this damn place. Currently he was nearing--

...Shit lost count.

Narrowing his eyes at the chain, he dropped his arm. Had that last number been 89, or 98? Whatever. The pad of feet made him glance over from his seated position near the end of the bed and he quirked a brow at the woman. He couldn't believe he was almost happy to see her. A shinigami.

"That question makes me sound like I got amnesia or somethin'," he commented with a smirk, stretching out a leg and bending his knee. "Was beginnin' to think you forgot about me down here, and our deal."

Rangiku smirked as she unlocked the cell and stepped inside, locking it behind her. "Not amnesia. Just selective." As she walked by the arrancar she dropped a jug in his lap while keeping one for herself. Settling against the window she uncorked hers and took a drink. Tonight she was dressed as casually as she had been the other night. Her robe was a pale pink with flowers and petals silk-screened along the bottom of the robe and its sleeves. "And nope. I didn't forget. It's just been a crazy few days."

"Busy huh?" The arrancar smirked faintly and picked up the small bottle of sake but just rolled it back and forth against his leg. "Havin' anything to do with that huge commotion that happened..." His aqua eyes flicked over to the window, trying to remember just when it was. "Yes'erday. Yea."

She was deliberately vague as she smiled and glanced at the male. "Maybe. It's been a hectic thirty-six hours." Her shoulders shrugged. "You're still my priority as far as everyone else is concerned. I'm to see to the needs of the prisoner."

Ch'. Why did he even bother digging for information about what was going on out there. Not like anything they did here would tip the scales of the war. And Aizen had barely even begun to move against them. Just done bits of reconnaissance work.

Shifting, Grimmjow turned to put himself perpendicular to the bed and tossed a leg up up, his ankle sitting on the edge of the thin mattress. "Needs huh. Everyone else know what kinda needs ya already seen to?"

Her laugh was light. "Of course. First thing I did was tell my captain that I gave the enemy a blow job and that I'm contemplating fucking him tonight. Yeah right." Rangiku shook her head. "No. No one needs to know that. Would you be telling your buddies that you allowed a shinigami to suck ya off and you didn't kill her right after?" She smirked. "This is our little secret."

Grimmjow just rolled his shoulder in a light shrug. He hadn't really thought about what he'd be telling the other arrancar and Aizen about his time in captivity. Hopefully he'd have something of use to tell them, besides how the Vice Captain of the 10th Division liked to run her tongue up and down when giving head. That wouldn't really put him in any favorable light with Aizen when he, and it was when not if, got back to Hueco Mundo.

Shifting his foot, he rubbed the heel of it against his ankle. "Considerin' fucking him tonight, huh? Good. Those the bonus points ya mentioned? Ya better give me something good, after all ya agreed to help make my time here comfortable as can be and to pass the time and the last day or so? Been damn boring."

Pushing herself from the window, she moved to sit on the bed next to Grimmjow's feet, a sexy little smirk tugging at her lips. She reached out and rubbed the smooth curve of his facial appendage. "That's exactly what I mean. It's been a rather boring few days for me too. I wanted to slip away last night, but there was an emergency meeting and then Kira dragged me off to the bar. I haven't been able to get your cock outta my head."

Smirking as well, Grimmjow pressed his hand against the cold stone of the floor and pushed himself up to a sit but left his legs up and on the bed. His foot he shifted, letting it fall onto her lap, his heel landing right between her legs. "Ya don't have to make excuses for not holdin' up your end of the deal."

She shoved his foot away and sat further back, leaning against the wall. "I don't remember sayin' I'd come every night."

"Jus' when you're horny or jonesin' to hear about Ichimaru, right?" he asked, dropping his foot back to the floor and left his legs V'ed with the other foot still resting on the bed.

"Or I long for your witty conversation." She snorted at that and grinned. "You can't possibly be wanting more out of this arrangement. You're lucky enough as it is with this. You get to pass a few hours doing something other than sleep or stare at walls and plot your escape."

Yea life was just a big bowl of peaches. Grimmjow gave his own snort. He had two things so far, he'd figured out, he had to look forward to here. His eventual escape, which seemed unlikely but he'd figure a way, and this woman's visits. A shinigami. He wasn't sure which was more humiliating. That he, a former Espada, couldn't get free of the shinigami's hold, or that he actually looked forward to seeing a shinigami. "Yea. Lucky. Whatever." That so wasn't the word he'd choose.

Rangiku's brow quirked. Pushing herself from the bed she rose and stretched. "Well if you're going to be like that, then I'm gonna go back to my room and see to my own needs."

She walked over to the door, bottle in hand and smiled. "Enjoy your sake at least."

She-- what? Grimmjow jerked his head to see her rise and start to move to the door of the cell. He scowled and glanced away, tempted to just let her leave. And he could go back to his chain swinging. Hauling himself up from the ground, he moved across the cell to the point where the chain wouldn't reach any further, and caught her wrist.

"So what'd ya wanna know this time," he said gruffly releasing her wrist and going back to the bed to sit down, his back to her.

It was tempting to grin and taunt him, but she didn't. She wouldn't rub in the fact that he seemed to enjoy and want her company despite their arrangement. Had their situation been reversed and she was his prisoner she would feel the same way. Any means of connecting to a person in captivity even if that person was their enemy was important.

Walking over to him, she kneeled behind him and placed her hands gently on his shoulders. Her breasts pressed lightly against his back as her hands began to knead and pull at the tense muscles of his back. "More of the same, I guess."

Her hands were very good at flexing and kneading, whether it was on his cock or as they were now, working over his strong shoulder blades. There were plenty of kinks in his back for her to work out, sleeping on the thin mattress and laying out on the floor and being worked up with frustration at being locked in here taking its toll. "Still not sure what kinda stuff ya wanna know... Ichimaru's part'a my every day life. Hard ta pick it apart."

She shrugged. She honestly wasn't quite sure either. It's not like Grimmjow had an inside track on Gin's mindset. He could only observe and even with that he couldn't tell her much because she knew for a fact Gin rarely let others see his true face. "Let's see..." Her hands moved over to his left shoulder and moved slowly down his bicep making sure to steer clear of the stump but also seeing that the muscles that remained were well loosened. "What does he usually do in a typical day?"

Typical day? Hrm, typical day. he had to admit, even with her hands gliding over his wide shoulders, a typical day in Las Noches was a pleasant thing to think about. Even if it wasn't his typical day, but Ichimaru's. "Uh... Sleeps in.. Least I assume he sleeps in, never seen him up earlier than 10..." He reached back to scratch at the back of his neck in thought and let his hand drop. "Meets alone wit' Aizen-sama and Tousen sometimes, or just pals around wit' Aizen-sama if he's not in the main chambers. Bugs an arrancar or two..."

Her hand slid down from the man's shoulder and along his chest slowly rubbing the warm flesh with her palm. She smiled and shook her head. "He used to do that here. Only instead of bugging arrancar, he'd bother either Kuchiki-taichou or Kenpachi."

He didn't really like the comparison of Hueco Mundo to Soul Society but didn't comment, and let it pass. Ichimaru would probably be the same wherever he was, and he didn't see a point in raising hell about nothing. She might try to leave again and he wasn't going to stop her a second time. Stopping her once had been hard enough. "He an' Tousen are also usually present in the main chamber and meetings, off to the side, but present. Those aren't daily though."

God was it ever tempting to ask what went on in those meetings, but Rangiku knew this arrangement would be dead if she ever breached that question. Instead she pressed her breasts against him further and massaged his back with them as her hand slid down his good arm while and the other continued along his torso. "Most likely mocking someone behind their back."

"Prolly..." Grimmjow smirked faintly and leaned his body back against her a bit more, feeling the warm softness of her breast squish flatter against the planes of his back. Her touch was rather soothing. There weren't many that would really touch him, most fearing that they might get their hand bitten off if they tried. "He one time, that I know of, put a tack on Ulquiorra's chair. Jus' to watch him sit all meeting with a tack in his ass cos he knew he wouldn't squirm or stand or do anythin', cos it's interrupt Aizen-sama."

She snorted and giggled as she was reminded of a similar incident when they were both vice-captains. "He did the same thing to Kuchiki before they were both promoted. Kuchiki stood in the exact same spot every time. I swear there are still imprints of his feet in the hall. He stood there the entire time with a tack in his heel and he didn't utter a word all meeting while Yamamoto was talking. I swear I nearly died laughing when he told me."

"So guess his life is 'bout the same there, as it was here..."

Her shoulders slumped with disappointment. "Guess it is. So I suppose he's having fun there, then." Slowly her hands slipped away into a lazy hold around his waist as she pressed her forehead against the back of Grimmjow's neck.

Great, she was all moody now because his life was pretty much the same, with or without her. He'd already told her the one thing he knew of that hinted maybe Ichimaru missed someone back in Soul Society, someone female, busty, and blonde. Raising his arm up to not let the chain get in the way, he turned around in her hold and bent his legs around her, one bent and on the bed beside her, the other dropped down off of the edge of the bed. "You're not gonna start cryin', are ya?"

Rangiku snapped her head up angrily, "Hell no. I stopped crying over him ages ago! If his life is so peachy without me that's his fucking loss!"

"Good, cos I don't like dealin' with criers. 'Less it was me who made 'em do the cryin'," Grimmjow said with a smirk, but he did reach down and snare up his still full and corked bottle of sake and offered it up to her.

She pulled off the cork with a grin, put it to her lips and started chugging. It was a swig worthy of any man who considered himself a solid and proud drinker. In fact, it could have put the best that Seireitei had to offer to shame.

Rangiku returned it with a grin but with still over half the bottle left. "How 'bout makin' me cry out your name then," she said with a sultry grin and a hot look in her eyes.

"'Bout fuckin' time," he said with a return grin, pressing the cork back into the bottle before setting it back on the floor to enjoy the rest at a later time. Leaning forward, he took hold of her lower lip between his and sucked hard at it, licking traces of the sake from her mouth.

The savagery with which he kissed her was surprising and exactly what she needed to drown out the hurt she felt which she refused to succumb to. Her tongue flicked over his when it could and it was only a matter of time before she felt his mouth fully on hers. His kiss was wild and ferocious like the man himself. The edge of his mask bit against her cheek, however it was almost like a rough caress one which she knew she would grow to like.

The arrancar let out a faint groan as she kissed him back, just as hot and hungry as his lips on hers. Her lips were just as soft and inviting as they'd been when wrapped around his dick, just inviting his teeth to nip at the soft plumpness of the pink flesh, and tongue to run over them. Lifting his hand, he brushed it along her cheek, rubbing at the abraded flesh from his mask, before his hand moved to clasp on the back of her neck.

Who would have guessed this man to have a tender side. It made Rangiku shiver and moan as her kiss further intensified. Her hands slid up his torso, smoothing over the silky warm planes of muscle. Her palms rubbed over his nipples. The tiny peaks felt like little rocks against her skin.

She was wearing too much. His vest was open, leaving his chest exposed to her touch as much as she wanted and he only got to feel the swells of her breasts through that annoyingly smooth, thin layer of silk. His fingers shifted from the nape of her neck down to tug at the back of her collar and then over, letting it fall down her arm. The fabric loosened, he leaned back slightly and heard the swish of fabric, one of her breasts spilling easily through the opening of her robe.

It was easy enough to tell what he wanted and she was willing to give it to him. Slipping her arms from her robe, she offered up both breasts to him. Quickly enough her hands returned to his chest where they slid up and pushed the jacket from his shoulders as well. Her gaze moved over him taking in the perfection of his chest, but her eyes were helplessly pulled toward the clean cut of his upper arm. Palming that shoulder, she let her fingers dig into the grooves of his muscles until she reached the base. Before he could jerk away, she pressed a kiss to his shoulder and moved her lips down until she reached the edge of the blunted appendage.

Grimmjow's entire body tensed up as she pushed the jacket to fall from his shoulders and her eyes moved to his left arm. To the incompleteness that was his left arm. But he didn't fight it, not wanting to hear any mockery or taunting about his self-consciousness about it. No one else got it, she wouldn't get it, even if she knew without having to be told just what had happened. He'd never take back the words he'd said to her, and that other shinigami. He didn't need the damn limb.

His head jerked to look down at her, kissing at the healed stump that ended close to his shoulder. His surprise showed on his face before he looked away. "What're ya doin'. You're fascinated by that, think more about it than I do."

Stopping she sat up and shrugged. "I guess I am. Having something you didn't think you needed but you managed well enough with it taken away cruelly, viciously, and unfairly. Then it's gone and you realize maybe you did need it, but now it's no use admitting that, so you just go on not needing it while trying to ignore that void it leaves behind."

Her words caused a prickle across his skin, a twinge in his back where once the neat lines of a 6 had been, etched by Aizen himself, but he ignored it. That was not going to be a topic of conversation. Ever. Instead he just asked, "Ya talkin' about my arm or Ichimaru."

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing briefly before going blank and then amorous. "Doesn't matter."

Grimmjow shrugged softly, not really affected by her angered look, only annoyed that his question and her answer had interrupted a nice hot little moment that had been going somewhere. Somewhere that could very nicely pass a few hours that would otherwise be spent dully.

She moved to kneel, her hands moving to untie the robe and then shrug it off. Her body was once again on full display for him. Her hands moved across her body, snaking across her curves and guiding his eyes around her body. "You still wanna fuck?"

His eyes on her dropped to watch the play of her fingers across her taut stomach and full breasts and he quirked a grin. Reaching over, he snaked his own arm about her waist to yank her back over to his lap and where they'd been before interrupted. "That's why ya came tonight, right? To finally get my cock outta your mind and into your cunt."

"There, my body, anywhere you wanna stick it..." She growled softly as desire once again sparked in her eyes. Her body remained kneeling but she straddled his legs and as she bent down to resume their kissing, she rubbed her sex against his torso invitingly.

He just grinned before his lips covered hers and he let his arm stay about her waist, keeping her pressed tight against him. That body of hers she offered to him was quite tempting, and he squeezed his hand about her backside before sliding his fingers between the perfect globes of flesh and then down. The tip of his finger slowly circled around the pucker of flesh deep between her legs but then moved down more, sliding one finger into the slick wetness.

Her hips moved in tune with the thrusts of his finger. Kissing him deeper with each passing second she moaned louder and louder. One hand moved away from Grimmjow's shoulder to her breast. She rubbed it as she had seen him do, rough, hard, twisting and pinching the nipple viciously. It was as if she were doing for him what he would have done had he had the use of his other arm.

As he consumed her mouth, sucking at her tongue and nibbling at her lips, the flat of his mask grating further against her cheek, he could feel her hand moving on her own breast between their bodies. Giving one last gnash of his teeth over her soft lip, he pulled back from the kiss to sweep his gaze over her and watch her increase her pleasure as he fingered her. His finger pushed into her hard one final time before withdrawing and cupped on her hip to shift her, tossing her back onto the bed. "Gimme a minute," he said with a grin, working at tugging off his hakama and still watching her sprawled before him.

Rather than help him undressed, which by the look in his eyes seemed to be a matter of pride, she lay back and stared up at him hungrily. She kept her legs spread and her fingers between her legs, letting him get a full view of her sex. Her hand stayed toying at her breast. She was hot for him and it showed. Her body ached for what she knew would soon be getting.

Getting undressed in a hurry one handed wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but when one's prize was the sultry blonde laid out like a feast before him, one easily managed. The white garment found itself tossed aside to the floor, along with his waraji and black tabi, and the arrancar kneeled at the end of the bed in full nudity before her, with no small amount of pride. His arm might be missing, but other than that he was the epitome of top physical condition and masculine perfect, and knew it. Coming forward and crawling over her, he skimmed his hand up her inner thigh to press his fingers back into her while letting her look her fill.

Every inch of him looked delicious and one day she hoped to taste it all. However at this moment she wanted it on top of her and inside her. Though his fingers were doing a damn good job of satisfying her, they both knew his cock would eventually be the only thing that would do the trick.

Rangiku grinned as her hands moved along her thighs to her knees. Curling her fingers around them she pulled her knees back near to her shoulders and spread her sex in offering. "Gonna claim those bonus points, Grimmjow?"

His fingers twisted in her with a grin as he came up to kneel between her spread legs, the long digit pressing up to rub against a sensitive point just long enough to make her back arch and voice cry out a bit. His fingers pulled out and he shifted himself over her, fingers going around her thigh to hold her leg as he pressed his organ against hers but didn't yet thrust into her. "An' then some, yea."

The delicious pull against the back of her thigh only made the woman squirm more. She hooked her heel over his shoulder and grinned as her freed hand moved down between her legs to part the soaked and aroused flesh of her sex. "Make it good and you can be cashing in all night, Grimmjow..."

'Ya might almost regret this, ya know," he said with a grin, shifting his hips down to rub harder against the folds of her sex and then thrust forward to push into the parted flesh. His grin wavered as his lips parted with a sharp intake of breath, the heat of the woman gripping him robbing him of words momentarily. The initial shock and pleasure faded and he grinned again, keeping his hold on her leg, and thrust forward harder to bury deep into her. "You're gonna be down here... all the damn time... wanting my cock in ya..."

With just his thick heat searing into her, she already knew she wanted more of it. His cock felt incredible and more so with every thrust. She cried out in full passion hissing and seething through her teeth. Rangiku's body arched and slammed up against his with every brutal thrust. Quite suddenly she pushed up and clamped tightly around him locking him inside her. She rolled her hips in a slow grind while she pulled and sucked at his cock with her pussy. "I could say the same about you... wanting my pussy, my tits, my mouth on your cock... all the time..."

Little did she know, he already did. As soon as he'd seen her walk into the holding area just outside the cell, all he'd been able to think about had been her lips on him, lapping and sucking and then swallowing every single drop. Even though he was the prisoner here, there was a certain thrill in having his captor's mouth on him, getting him off, and then not spitting his fluids on the ground. She'd enjoyed it as much as he had. Exactly the same as now.

"'m already always down here.... don't got a choice..." he muttered through gritted teeth, the flexing and undulating of her body around him driving him crazy and just making him slam harder into her.

Her response was cut short with a moan and a plea for more. Her every thought was filled with this man. The feel of his body against hers, his fat dick boring into her, his hand rough and selfish as it claimed her body. This was primal bliss and the best lay she'd ever had. Rangiku was more than willing to make this a regular occurrence even if he had no new information on Gin in return. He had plenty to give to her with his body along. He fed a hunger and a need which one man had managed to cultivate and no man since had been able to satisfy. Until this one.

His entire body jerked and thrust forward as he slammed into her, her body just taking the rough pace and nearly begging for more. Every little moan and wider part of her thighs for his thrusts just made him hungrier for her and he dropped his hand from her thigh, shifting his body over hers further and planting his hand down on the mattress near her shoulder. The clank of the chain hanging from his wrist, swinging against the bed frame as the bed rocked, was the only reminder of their status as captive and captor, and he ignored it. Instead he focused on the shift position, and let his head fall against her breasts, finding a nipple and taking it into his mouth as he still didn't let up on his thrusts.

With the shift in position, Rangiku set her ass firmly on his lap while her legs dangled at his hips and her feet hooked around his back. The rest of her body arched in offering, letting him take his payment and whatever else he wanted of her.

Shifting one of his legs forward to better support her, Grimmjow gave a final tug and lick to her nipple before bringing his torso up. His hand lifted from the bed, chain laying across it as he placed at the small of her back, holding her up a bit from the bed and keeping her steady at his groin. His thrusts continued hard into her, aqua eyes dark with lust and watching the bounce of her breasts as her body rocked, his hips adding a grind as he felt his orgasm approaching. He'd be damned if she had any reason to not want this again. So he'd be sure she came just as hard as he did.

It was more than she could take. It came so hard and so fast it sent her reeling. Her gasp of pleasure died in her throat as the force of her orgasm gripped her. Rather than cry out, she gave a high pitched squeal of delight as her body trembled and thrashed with the ruthlessness of her orgasm.

As if his orgasm hadn't already been inevitable and fast coming. The woman's body spasming and gripping tighter around him as he plunged in and out yanked him without pause or hesitation over the edge, forcing a strangled gasp from his lips as he gnashed his teeth.

Wave after wave of numbing pleasure rocked over and throughout her body. Rangiku's vision blurred with the intensity of it and her voice grew hoarse. It seemed like a short eternity passed before reality crept back in and she caught her breath. She gazed up at the arrancar with a lazy and well-satisfied smirk. "I think you scored even more bonus points with that."

His orgasm faded and as it did, he let his hand drop from the small of her back. That bit of balance gone, he let her body lower back flat to the bed and sat back on his heels, his softening length sliding from her as he did. "And what'll those earn me?" he asked with a smirk, flicking his gave over her flushed body, chest still heaving, but there was no doubt at all she was well sexed and very satisfied. The same as he.

She kept herself fully open to him, not bothering with closing her legs or covering her nudity. She let him see it all. That hunger when he looked down at her pussy made her grin. She could only imagine what that looked like. Red swollen oozing with his come and her own. Lazily she let her fingers swirl about in the mess before bringing it to her lips to suckle. "Anything you want on this bed."

"That's a damn open offer," he commented, quirking a grin and dropping his eyes to watch her fingers slide around over the slick folds and then lift up to her mouth. His own hand dropped down to cup between her legs but his fingers didn't dip into her, instead he covered her slit with the palm of his hand and let the butt of his hand rub against her clit. "Ya like how ya taste?"

Her finger slid over her lips, smearing fluids over them before her tongue wiped them away. "I never minded much, but I do like your come so both together is quite a treat."

Smirking faintly he leaned back and watched her before he leaned to the side to pick up the half empty bottle of sake she'd brought him. Now that he'd earlier seen her take a drink from it, he knew it was safe to drink and he took a swig of the sake, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before setting it down again. The sake was still a bit hot, warm and tingling on his tongue.

Watching her lick away at her fingers, he licked his own and dropped his gaze to her pussy again. He just gave a soft grunt, no real reply to her words before he shifted on the bed to stretch his legs out and lay himself down on his side. His shoulder pressed against the bed and he reached over to curl his hand around her hip, pulling her body over to him with her legs still spread, and brought his head between her thighs. The hard plate of his mask pressed against her inner thigh, the chill of his reiatsu feeling like dry ice on her skin, and he laved his tongue over her slick messy flesh.

Grimmjow's tongue felt too hot against her skin. The added sensation of the sake burned her in ways that was all sorts of indescribable good. Gasping with surprise, she squirmed, her hand reaching down to tug his hair. "Fu-uh-ck... At this rate you're seriously racking up points."

The arrancar just smirked against her sex but for once didn't respond, letting his mouth stay busy with other things. His tongue flicked over her clit before pushing the wet muscle into her body, his fingers reaching to toy with her sex below his chin, his thumb rubbing at the taut skin below that was drenched with the fluids.

Rangiku was a quieter beast when the recipient of oral sex. Her moans were breathy and low, and she writhed more than thrashed about. Her hips did squirm and her hand did pull his head closer, but the blonde was all about making herself more alluring and seductive while she enjoyed the illicit pleasure.

The sound of his name panted and moaned breathily on her lips echoed in his ears and he continued his menstruations, cleaning up the mess they'd made of her pussy, the inside and out. He switched off between pushing his tongue deep into her and just laving at the folds, parting them to let his mouth run up and down the slit, and flicking his tongue over her clit. When his fingers weren't pushing into her, when his tongue was rubbing over her, they were back toying with the tight entrance to her body. Once his finger was slick with copious amounts of fluids, he pressed his tongue into her, and his finger as well.

With his ever attentive and meticulous attention it wasn't long before Rangiku found herself trembling with another orgasm. Still quieter than the last, but it was no less explosive. She arched and bucked and wriggled desperately as the intense pleasure coursed through her body and into the arrancar's greedy mouth.

Both his hand and mouth stayed on her as she climaxed, finger pumping and mouth sucking at her clit while fluids wet his chin. Each extra thrust and lick as she trembled was an attempt to get something from the woman a bit louder, but the loudest he got was a throaty, shaky groan of his name just as her body slumped bonelessly on the bed.

Drawing his finger from the tight hold of her body, he brought himself up to kneel and wiped at his chin again with the back of his hand. Finally he just snorted and shifted to sit back against the wall on the bed, his body perpendicular to hers and legs draped over hers. "So why so quiet when I'm suckin' your pussy but I can't shut ya up when I'm fuckin' ya? It'd make more sense for you to always be quiet, so no one has reason to come down here an' see anything happenin'."

Reclining on her elbows she shrugged. "I'm just a screamer when it comes to sex. I like it rough so I scream when it's just right. If I'm gonna get head and do nothing while doing it, I'm gonna at least make sure you like what your seeing."

Pulling his leg up onto the bed, Grimmjow bent his leg and perched his elbow on it. Looking over at her, he smirked faintly. "With my head between your legs, all I could really see was your pussy. Somethin' to hear woulda been nice. I already liked what I saw. Else I wouldn't'a been doin' that."

"So you like screamers not moaners, huh?"

"Jus' didn't peg ya as a panter after what I so far heard."

Sitting up she grinned. "Maybe you were just so good, you robbed me of speech."

He just grinned mildly and shifted forward to reach down over the edge of the bed, grabbing up his clothes and the jug of sake. Dropping the clothes on the foot of the bed, he kept the bottle and took a swig from it, and then settled to untangle his vest from the chain extending from his wrist to the bed frame. "Maybe. You ain't hard to please tho'. The rougher I was, the hotter you got. Makes for a very good fuck."

And it had been a very good fuck. She reached out for the bottle he held and took a swig from it before returning it. Her gaze fell on the clothes as he picked them up. How long had he been in them? Then she looked at him. She would of course head to the baths for a late night soak before going to bed. He would have no such luxury. Of course there were those who would argue he was a prisoner, but even prisoners deserved better treatment than they were giving him.

Smirking softly she filed that information away for later and just enjoyed looking at him and anticipating the next time she would have that cock between her legs. It was silly of her to expect him to tell her about Gin before they fucked. It was pointless, he knew very little and after today she didn't care. "I'm changing our deal," blurted the woman out suddenly. "We're just gonna fuck for the hell of it. So long as it stays as good as tonight, we can keep fucking."

Untwisting the sleeve of his shirt from the chain with some work, Grimmjow quirked his brow at the woman's comment but didn't reply back just yet. Instead he just shrugged the garment back on and stood up to pull the rest of his clothing back on. Idly he wiped some of the fluids from his groin before fastening his hakama. Though it would give him something to mouth off about, they would hear no complaints of their treatment of him. They would just mock it. That could wait until he was back in Hueco Mundo.

It was rather pointless as well to complain about a thing to this woman, who was the only so far to look at him as anything more than a feral, rabid dog just needing to be put down. They probably had guessed that he was high on the arrancar chain. He was useful. Had they caught someone like Di Roy, they would have been dead days ago. He couldn't wait for the interrogations. Maybe he'd just tell them random shit to buy himself time. Lying wasn't his thing but he wasn't going to die in here, no way.

Once again fully reclothed, he smirked and glanced over at her before sitting down again. "What'd I tell ya before we fucked? That's fine by me. Not even gonna ask why you don't wanna hear 'bout Ichimaru no more."

Her grin was utterly possessive when she flashed it. Getting to her knees, she crawled over to him. "This makes you mine, you know that right? No one will be able to come in here, speak to you or touch you without my knowledge. Anyone who comes here has to go through me."

He quirked a brow as she came across the bed toward him. He wasn't anyone's, anyone but Aizen's. And even that wasn't something he'd ever admit. But whatever she wanted to believe...

"You're already the only one who ever comes near me, let alone talks to me." He rolled his shoulder in a shrug. "At least since this," he said with a shake of his wrist and a jangle of the chain. "The one who brings in food an' water doesn't look at me. Not even the same person each day."

She could see it in his eyes. He wasn't about to let her command him as Aizen would. Not that she could put the same amount of fear in him that Aizen could. It was laughable to think that she could make him hers. She hadn't been able to do the same with Gin. In fact, any man who claimed to be hers, she quickly lost interest in. However she didn't want to break Grimmjow in like some wild dog. She liked that wildness about him just as she'd once liked that ephemeral ness of Gin.

Sighing she sat back on her heels and grabbed her robe. Whatever, it had been a stupid thing to say. Rangiku shrugged the robe on and tied it. "Forget I said anything." She climbed off the bed and went to the cell door. "I'll bring you a fresh set of clothes and arrange a bath for you in the morning."

And that concluded anything of interest that would be happening to him tonight. Now he could return to his ever so important tasks of counting the swings of his chain, or pacing the short length of his cell, or just laying in bed and counting each and every shinigami there was in this place and gauging who was strong enough to warrant attention.

All tasks that could take hours, and none really made him tired.

Slumping down on the bed, he glanced over at the cell as she relocked it, casually noting how she locked the cell. Great. Some kidou thing. Frowning softly, he rolled onto his side and muttered a faint 'thanks' and then fell silent.

She stared at his back for a moment and nearly hated herself for caging up such a vibrant man. A slow feeling of guilt started to well in the pit of her stomach, but she squelched it. It was wasted on him. He would kill them all in their sleep if he could. Rangiku turned away, heading to the direction of the baths. The thoughts that clashed in her mind disturbing even her.

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