The Sexta Espada was seriously pissed.
The shinigami brat and his friends had just busted into Hueco Mundo, and Aizen-sama wouldn't allow him to go after them. He would gladly castrate the ex-shinigami captain if he had the chance, but he could wait. Everything else could wait. What mattered now was Kurosaki.
Oh, he'd had his fun with the red-hair tatooed boy -what his name was Grimmjaw could not recall- but it was the shinigami he was after. He'd never really thought of Kurosaki before until that night when he'd felt the familiar reiatsu lurking outside the window. It had lurked there until he was done with the boy, then disappeared in a flash when he turned to look at the window. He could smell the boy, the scent of sweat and raw power and pure disbelief. And mixed in somewhere, whether he acknowledged it or not, was the musky, tantalizing smell of arousal.
What intrigued Grimmjaw was the fact that Kurosaki kept it a secret. He could easily have tattled to any of the numerous shinigami in Karakura or at the very least used it as blackmail, but no, he kept it to himself, valiantly protecting his friend's secret, acting like a hero. Grimmjaw wouldn't have cared less, the boy had just been a fucktoy, nothing else. But everytime they fought, he could see the fire burning in his eyes, and sometimes he could swear that he saw the corners of his eyes turning black. And he laughed, knowing that the boy was angry, that the boy was trying so damn hard to kill him.
And then there was the time he slammed the boy up against the wall, harder than he'd ever been in his life, and all he'd wanted to do was take, to rip his clothes and fuck him raw, until Kurosaki's throat was hoarse from screaming his name. He'd tasted the boy, seen the fear -the darkness- lurking in his eyes, but at the same that, that fucking heroism burning still, and it made him angrier than anything else.
Grimmjaw wanted to tear that away, to strip him down and show him that they were no heroes, no knights in shining armor in real life. There were just liars and cheaters and people like Aizen who killed behind a mask of piety.
And there were people like Grimmjaw, who fought for the fun of it, to show that he was the strongest, to make himself stronger. Kurosaki was like that too, even if he didn't know it. But Grimmjaw had no doubt that one day, the boy would make a brilliant hollow.
But until then, he could wait. The shinigami was coming.