Chapter two ladies and gents!
don't own Bleach or any of the characters, except Kairi, kus she's mine. :D
-I iz a not so liney line-
A large blast of Reiatsu shook the walls of Las Noches, forcing Arrancar and Espada from their sleep. While many had grown used to such abrupt wake up calls, there were always a few...
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques bolted upright in bed, flailing uncontrollably and somehow managing to knock down the nightstand, shatter the headboard and rip a rather large hole in the bed, before flopping over and breaking the nearby armchair with a not-so-mighty blast of shock-induced cero. Hey, no one ever said he wasn't talented. Grumbling about gay-ass soul reapers and shit-built furniture, he stumbled his way into the bathroom.
Still bleary from sleep, he clamored into the shower and turned the temperature as high as it would go, letting out a hiss as his skin was scalded. Immediately washing his hair, he tried to get clean as fast as he could. He HATED water. Though, he almost felt like there was a time when he wouldn't have minded. That thought brought to mind the image of pale, soft hands, slowly working their way around his waist to rest just below his navel and the weight of a body pressed to his back, head leaning delicately on his shoulder, black hair spilling out against his neck. And that, of course, brought back the dream he was rather fucking enjoying before Mr. Fucking homo-reaper decided to wake him the fuck up. Fuck you, Aizen. Fuck you very much.
But he didn't want to think about that right now. Not while that sweet ass dream was still fresh in his , he let himself fall against the wall...
Soft, pale-ass skin marred by bite marks and hickeys, bruises leading from a long, smooth neck, to hard, bite-reddened nipples, all the way down to trembling inner thighs. Moist, tight heat that pulled him in sofuckingdeep and wanton moans of "Yes! Oh god! Right there!" Midnight hair covering everything from jaw-line up, except for the quivering, kiss-bruised lips that chanted his name like a pair
Groaning, tightening his fist around hardened flesh, Grimmjow let the image fade into different nights, different dreams
lean muscles twitching under his hands, moonlight bathed the sweat-slicked skin between two shoulder blades silver, pierced ears reflecting the light, glinting erotically. Cool granite flat against his palms as he steadied himself on the counter, pushing slowly, savoring, relishing the wet heat that engulfed him and that fucking mouth groaning the most sinful things into the still air around them, legs spreading, sweat-silvered back arching, begging for morepleasemore and harderfasterFUCKME
With a silent gasp, Grimmjow surrendered to the images in his mind, watching the water wash away the evidence of that perfect dream, and pushed away the scenes that came after. The hazy thoughts of little girls and lullabies and "Please don't die!" and promises broken. But what the hell was it? And Emerald eyes that were closing, closing...
Stepping out of the frigid water, drying off, Grimmjow told himself they were erotic, dreams of sex and nothing more. Forced himself to pretend that they didn't all turn into nightmares in the end.
- I IZ THE LINEIEST LINE YOU EVAH SEEN-
Nikki: Well that took way longer than it should have. *Hides behind Ichigo* I'm sorry!
Ichi: Hey, by the way, aren't I supposed to be part of this story?
Nikki: Yes, but not for maybe two more chapters.
Grimm: FUCK THAT! Just do a bunch or pwp, i'd like that. *shark smile*
Ulqui: I have no objections to Grimmjow's idea.
Nikki: NO! We are doing a real story dammit. You will get your sex later! Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review, and tell me what you think! Be brutal! Next chapter will be longer, and Kairi will finally make a real appearance.
