Kyoraku Shunsui awoke to the sensations of blinding pain coupled with equally blinding pleasure.
The pain came from his injuries. Aizen hadn't killed him, although that had not been for his benefit. The lunatic who presumed to become kami understood that he would need shinigami to help maintain the three worlds. A taichou would be a valuable asset, if he could be controlled. No doubt Aizen had plans for how to shackle him and the other survivors…
The pain also came from the cock up his ass. Shunsui grunted as he clawed at the earth, trying to find the strength to do something to his assailant. But then more of that incredible, wickedly powerful pleasure coursed through his body. What was happening to him? Emotional pain as well as physical left him breathless. This was like the first time…
It was shorter though. That was a great mercy. Soon enough the man rutting behind him was breathing faster, that heavy organ moving more swiftly inside him. Fangs suddenly ripped into his throat and Shunsui screamed as the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced came over him. It was prolonged and intense and for a moment, there was room for nothing in his world but the twisted pleasure this man was giving him.
Then he was released. The man behind him let go, removing his body from him. The feel of cum on his thighs made him shudder in reaction, his mind still cushioned by shock. Turning slightly to see who had taken advantage of his vulnerability, he was surprised to see someone he simply didn't know. The man had bright blue hair and for one moment, Shunsui thought he must be Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. But there was no mask fragment on his face.
"Yo. I'm Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." Kyoraku blinked then jerked as the man grinned and tried to slap his ass. Scowling in black anger, he yanked up his pants and reached for his sword. However much pain he was in he was going to – "Good luck with that. I've Claimed you." Shunsui paid no attention. He grabbed his sword, fully intending to gut the arrancar –
And found that he couldn't. He couldn't turn the weapon on him. His body simply would not obey. He tried, over and over, to make himself do it and kept finding that he couldn't. The man behind him laughed at his obvious confusion and horror.
"Did you think I fucked you just for fun, shinigami? You're a good looking man but I'm not that randy. You're my pet and the first member of my brand new pack." Grimmjow stretched and Shunsui swallowed, not fully understanding. Then he glanced around and felt his breath catch.
"My kami. What happened?" The insults to his person were suddenly forgotten as he looked at… what? He honestly wasn't sure. This was Karakura town, or fake Karakura town, but bizarrely twisted. It looked like many of the buildings had run together, like wax melting and hardening in the sun. Others were merely ruins, but at least one had been blown apart then suspended in the air, like a bizarre piece of artwork.
"I know, right?" The arrancar – was he an arrancar? – said and Shunsui dragged his attention back to the man. He'd just stood and interestingly, he still had a hole. Where had the mask fragment gone? "Isn't it fucked up? One minute I was in Hueco Mundo, the next it felt like I was going to puke or die, not sure which, and then I was here. I saved your life by the way." He kicked something and Shunsui followed the gesture to see a large, peculiar looking creature. It had a face that was disturbingly human and very large, dangerous looking claws. "This thing was sniffing over you when I found you and I don't think it was gonna give you a kiss."
"My thankfulness is quite limited at the moment." He said drily and Grimmjow grinned. "What do you mean by 'pet'?" That didn't sound very promising. And why would he agree to be part of this arrancar's pack? The man was not loathe to explain.
"I've slaved your reiatsu to mine. Normally I wouldn't have… I mean, I didn't beat you, it wasn't really my right… but shit is pretty dangerous around here and I need someone to watch my back. You're strong, I can tell. And you're not a bad fuck either." Shunsui hid his disgust at the crude words, but couldn't stop his hands from clenching. Did the arrancar think they would be doing this again? "As a pet, you can't strike at me and you have to follow any reiatsu enforced command I give. So here's my first command. You watch my back like you would any of your buddies." He commanded and Shunsui gasped softly as he felt the strangest sensation. It felt like – like a noose, tightening around his neck. And now that his attention had been brought to it he could feel the reiatsu clinging to his. It was very strong and felt quite impossible to break… at the moment, at least. He was badly weakened. Perhaps when his strength was recovered matters would be different. "Now, can you walk? Maybe we should go look for survivors." Jaegerjaquez said and Shunsui took a deep breath. He had no choice but to accept this for now.
"Yes, I can walk." He said, pushing himself to his feet. It was extremely painful but he could walk. Together they walked through the ruins, skirting some of the worst of the devastation. To his distress, the found several bodies. One in particular hit him very hard. "Yama-jii." His eyes misted over as he saw that corpse. Had Aizen killed the old man? Probably. But something else had scavenged the body, leaving just enough to identify. Grimmjow growled.
"It pisses me off, that everything's already eaten. I'm so damned hungry!" He said and Shunsui briefly wanted to kill him. Then he deliberately calmed himself. Hollows were cannibals, it was their nature. Of course they would think nothing of eating shinigami. Although that reminded him.
"Candy bar?" Juushiro had given him a few, for no real reason. Shunsui offered one to the arrancar, mostly to shut him up. It worked reasonably well as Grimmjow arched his eyebrows before taking the candy bar with a bemused expression. Amusingly, he tried to take a bite out of it without unwrapping it. Shunsui had to show him how to remove the wrapper and then the arrancar began enjoying his first taste of candy.
"This is weird. I'm actually getting something out of this." The Espada mumbled as they walked and Shunsui gave him a questioning look. "I shouldn't be. Hollows don't eat food like you shinigami do. What happened to me? Where's my mask? What the hell am I now? But Claiming still works…" Tuning him out, Shunsui kept looking for survivors. Although if Jaegerjaquez could live on regular food instead of souls, that was probably a good thing.
Then they found a body and Shunsui stopped, all the pain in the world filling his heart and soul. Juushiro hadn't been eaten. His body was untouched, aside from the terrible wound on his back and the blue tint to his lips, the blood dried there. Had he had an attack when he was already wounded? Taking a deep breath, he knelt beside the body and bent his head before saying a short prayer.
"What was that guy to you? Friend, brother, lover?" Grimmjow sounded curious and Shunsui really did want to kill him. Couldn't the creature show any kind of respect for his pain? "I know you're hating me right now but I don't know why." That was like a splash of cold water on his anger. Didn't know why?
"He was my lover. And can't you show any respect for the dead?" He asked and Grimmjow blinked at him.
"Respect for…? Why? If I didn't respect someone while they were alive, why should I respect them because they're dead?" He asked. Then he glanced down at the body. "I didn't even know him. Just a shinigami and an enemy. Why should I have respect? If he wasn't your lover I'd eat him." The Espada said and Shunsui just shook his head. There was no point in even talking with the thing. Looking down at Juushiro, he allowed the grief to consume him. His love had deserved so much more than to die here for nothing, in the ruins of their failure.
He wasn't sure how long it was before the thump of a stone roused him from his painful reverie. To his bafflement, the stone, a rather large one, had just been dropped on Juushiro's legs. Looking up he saw Grimmjow. The man was bringing another stone and casually dropped it onto his love's body.
"What are you doing?" He asked, unable to figure it out. Grimmjow flicked him a glance.
"We don't bury our dead in Hueco Mundo, shinigami. But we sometimes make cairns to them." He said briefly and Shunsui blinked at the thought. "And we can't bury him in this shitty ground." That was certainly true. This was Karakura town, if horribly mangled. It was largely concrete. "Nothin' to make a pyre. If you don't want something to eat him, it's time to build a cairn." To his surprise, Shunsui realized the arrancar was quite correct. Pushing himself to his feet, he nodded.
"I will help you." Although why Grimmjow was doing it in the first place was a mystery to him. Well, why not ask? "Why are you doing this?" He said and Grimmjow grunted as he set down another stone.
"The Claim. I can feel your emotions." He said briefly and Shunsui's eyes widened. So he had felt…? "Never felt anything like that in my life. How can you feel so much? It's like looking into the sun, damn near painful. I want it to go away." He sounded honestly distressed and Shunsui was a little speechless. "So let's get this done. Maybe that'll help, ya?"
"…Maybe." The pain would still be there, for a very long time, but it would be good to create this for his lost love. It would feel right. And doing something kept him from feeling quite so much pain. The work was hard, though, and he was not fully recovered from his injuries. He was feeling faint and a touch sick when the work was finally done. Grimmjow again did something unexpected… He'd retrieved Juushiro's blade form his body and he stuck it into the cairn, so the hilt was pointing towards the sky.
"There. Fit for a warrior." He said and Shunsui nodded as he slowly sat down. His head was whirling…
"Yes. I agree…" He said faintly, feeling the world around him go dim. There was a questioning sound from the arrancar, but he couldn't follow the words. An arm went around his shoulders and he wanted to pull away, but everything was spinning…
Then the darkness dragged him under and he knew nothing more.