Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach! This is my second GrimmjowXOrihime story, and has a bit softer side of the sixth espada, which means he might be out-of-character. I apologize. But, this one is far less depressing. And, a lot more cute! Enjoy :) Six… I am Six.
The number of the beast she explains, looking over at me with those fuckin' eyes of hers. It's a little funny, I'll give Melons that one, even a stroke to the ego if I'm so damn inclined, and I'm always game for a good ego stroking… among other things. There's a leer on my face and a bark of laughter escapes me, she sticks out her tongue at me. That does nothing to curb my appetite, in the slightest.
What's this shit 'bout demons and angels? Stupid humans and their fairytales, no wonder she's got overcooked rice for brains. Oh, so I'm a demon, eh? Evil, destructive, going to bring about the end of the world? Sounds about right. So, I guess, that makes her an angel. Well, fuck, she's about as opposite me as damn possible, so yeah, I can see the whole angel thing.
Now I'm moving closer, 'cause I'm the damn bad guy here, the villain, always. Hell, it's what I do fuckin' best and what she's aching after. She's hot and writhing before I even lay a hand, a dirty, filthy hand, on her; I can smell it. Them storm cloud eyes are watching me as I push her back onto the bed, my knee between her legs.
Dainty fingers are running over my chest, pushing off my jacket, then they're moving lower, and untying my pants. Do all humans get so horny from all this demon shit? No wonder they love their churches so much, ha. Oh fuck! She's got her hand down my pants, apparently I wasn't moving fast enough. Now I'm growling deep in my throat, 'cause she's just too fuckin' good.
Coming out of my haze, I grab her wrists and put them above her head. 'Cause who's the demon here; who's the fuckin' monster? My turn to torture. This, right here, is why she stays; why she ain't run yet. If Aizen only knew. Finally, she's naked and so am I. Pantera roars somewhere in the back of my skull, and I growl right along with him as I take her. It always stuns me, how damn perfect she looks when we're like this.
We're soarin' and climbin' higher 'till we gotta come down or we'll sure as hell die. And when we do, it takes all I got left not to fall right on her. She's pantin' and half passed out already. Weakling. But, her eyes are still on me, even through partially closed lids, and she's searchin' for somethin'. What do you want from me now, girl? She's fadin' fast, can't even keep her damn eyes open. As she's fallin' asleep, my name's on her lips, and I can't help but say hers.
Fluorescent moonlight's comin' in the window making her skin sorta glow all beautiful like. I roll over and press a kiss to her shoulder, then pull the sheets up over us. I shudder violently when I realize how fuckin' soft I was gettin'. Maybe I should just kill her now and get it over with. I glanced at her peaceful face. No, ain't no point in killin' someone like her. I laughed at my own bullshit. She had me wound up tight. No escape. But, I am still six. The beast. The monster. Evil.
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