[Nnoitra x Grimmjow] Explicit sexual situation, Yaoi, Rated R, non-consent (rape), if you don't like it don't read it, I warned you. Continues in part II.
Summary: Grimmjow gets in trouble with Aizen for sleeping around with Ichigo, and decides that the best way to deal with it is to have his way with espada nº 6. Delivered back to his room Nnoitra pays Grimmjow a visit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.
Grimmjow repressed a yawn, trying to concentrate on staying awake. It had been an hour since Aizen's meeting had started, but it felt like an eternity to him. It was obvious that none of the Espada were keen on these reunions, except for Ulquiorra, who seemed impervious to Aizen's boring speech pattern. Grimmjow was really bothered by it. He hated how Ulquiorra always referred to the former shinigami as "Aizen-sama" even when he wasn't present.
"Bastard ass-kissing asshole…" - he thought to himself.
There wasn't much point in complaining though, they should be done shortly. His eyes drifted past the former fifth captain and settled on his two companions from Soul Society. Tousen stood straight, motionless. A cold chill ran through his brain. Tousen gave the blue haired Espada the creeps. It was that mask…he was blind but he let out a vibe of being vigilant all the time, watching silently.
Grimmjow remembered a conversation he had with Stark and Nnoitra about the former seventh captain's vision. Could he see? Did he use sonar sounds like bats? How the hell could he always know what was happening? The conversation ended when Ulquiorra interrupted Stark's insane theory on using an enhanced sense of smell combined with reiatsu, only to tell them to stop wondering about such trivialities. He was no fun.
His glance shifted to Gin. He wasn't fond of the silver haired man, but he wasn't exactly bothered by him either. Gin roamed around, went and came without so much as an explanation for his whereabouts. In that particular meeting he had been fiddling around with a gadget he had found in the world of the living, a coloured cube of some sort, and hadn't even pretended to listen to a word of what his Lord was saying. And yet there he sat, lying on his seat, eyes fixed on his new toy, switching the colours and occasionally vocalising exasperated grunts. The cube must have been getting the best of him somehow.
There wasn't much to keep Grimmjow entertained and considering how short his attention span was he focused back on the other espada sitting at the table. Stark looked like was on the verge of dropping his head and falling asleep on the table. Harribel and Barragan just sat there, looking bored and not saying much. They didn't interest Grimmjow much either. Ulquiorra spoke the most, always agreeing with Aizen and reporting on things. Nnoitra was keeping himself amused by fidgeting with his hair, placing small braids on the ends of some strands. Zommari had his eyes closed, the bastard was probably meditating. Szayelaporro was scribbling on a little notebook he tried to hide on his lap underneath the table, unsuccessfully. Grimmjow made a mental note of that, perhaps doodling on paper might help him get through the tedious meetings. Arroniero was….well, the two heads seemed to be arguing about something, but that was a very weird case to even bother to think about. And all Yammy did was get angry at whatever Ulquiorra said and make sure that everyone else knew.
"Aaaaaizen-samaaaaa" - Gin's voice melodically echoing from the back of the room - "We're outta time, let's finish this tomorrow" - Aizen looked outside for a few seconds and concluded it was for the best.
"You're right, Gin" - The silver haired captain's grin widened in satisfaction - "Everyone, you may go back to your quarters".
The first one out was Gin. Szayel, Arroniero and Yammy sonidoed immediately after him. Everyone else slowly stood up and walked towards the entrance, not saying a word. Grimmjow followed, but was interrupted by Aizen's voice.
"Ulquiorra, Grimmjow. May I have a word?" - His voice still unaltered. A creeping feeling of discomfort settled in Grimmjow's chest, but he ignored it.
"Aizen-sama, do you wish me to stay?" - Tousen offered with the deepest concern. He was exactly like Ulquiorra, only taller and darker. But emotionally speaking, they both possessed the same level of expression as a teaspoon.
"Thank you Tousen, but I can manage. You may retire. " - Tousen agreed and tilted his head in a sign of respect before leaving, closing the door behind him.
Nnoitra's obnoxious laugh was easily heard through the closed door, probably amused at the sexta being forced to stay late. Ulquiorra took a few steps towards Aizen's seat and stood by his left side, motionless. His usually wide green eyes closed, expectant to whatever Aizen had to say. The latter glanced at Grimmjow, waiting for him to do something. The sexta was at a loss, not knowing what his lord wanted to say. He walked towards Aizen and Ulquiorra and positioned himself by Aizen's right side.
"So…" - he started with a questioning expression on his face.
Aizen stood and moved his seat away from the table. His fingers laced together around his back, he wandered a few steps away from the two espada, looking away from them. Grimmjow stepped in closer.
"Grimmjow." - The former shinigami turned around on his heels to face the sexta directly - "I've been hearing of your little escapades to the world of the living. Would you care to share your findings?"
The look on Aizen's face was calm and yet tremendously unsettling, which made Grimmjow freeze on the spot. He tried to compose himself and prepared to avoid talking about his business in the world of the living, or at least find an excuse to leave out the part where he had been sneaking off to fuck the substitute shinigami.
" Nothing special. Training. I can't get better if I'm cooped up in here fighting the same idiots over and over, now can I? "
" Watch your mouth " - Ulquiorra spat at him, eyes still closed.
Grimmjow made a dismissive grunt at Ulquiorra's remark and focused back on Aizen.
" Is that so? "
" Yep…" - Grimmjow tried to keep a straight face. But Aizen knew. He didn't know for certain, he didn't know how he found out, but somehow Aizen had found out about his encounters with the redhead shinigami.
" Ulquiorra. "
" Yes, Aizen-sama" - There he was again, that annoying little bastard.
" Why don't you show us the report on that mission I sent you on last week "
Ulquiorra lowered his head and removed his eye. It was a freak show to watch, and it happened at almost every meeting. But Grimmjow's attention was focused on the contents of that eye…was it possible that the mission was Ulquiorra tailing him?
Small lights scattered around when the quarta crushed his own eye, and filled their vision with this so-called report. Grimmjow's fears were confirmed. He saw himself finishing a fight with Ichigo, landing on top of him, face flushed, lips aggressively pressed against one another. Grimmjow's hands roaming free over the shinigami's chest, tugging at the fabric of his shihakuso, while Ichigo locked his fists in the tuft of blue hair above him. Both of them passionately moaning into each other's mouths.
"I think we've seen enough. Ulquiorra." - Aizen snapped, slightly irritated.
Grimmjow's piercing blue eyes were opened wide, and his face contorted into a fearful grin, muscles tensed, awaiting some sort of punishment. However Aizen's expression remained impassive, his lips curled upwards in an almost invisible grin.
" Training…you say. I must admit this is quite an interesting method. Is that not that Ryoka boy, Kurosaki Ichigo?"
"Well, Aizen-sama… you see… "- he tried to mumble a half hearted explanation, which neither Ulquiorra or Aizen believed, proceded to complain about Ulquiorra following him around, went back to excusing himself briefly and continued by threatening the quarta espada.
"Enough. Grimmjow. " - Grimmjow's blood ran cold - " I'm sure you understand that you can not be running around on these escapades to climb into the enemy's bed." - Aizen paused briefly to stare at his subordinate, practically shivering at the stronger man's increasingly heavy reiatsu - "And, of course, that I can't let this just slide by. Correct?"
"Absolutely, I'll make sure to…"
"Ulquiorra."
As soon as Grimmjow started mouthing an apology followed with some sort of excuse Aizen interrupted him. As he spoke he felt Ulquiorra's vice-like grip looping around his arms, holding them steady against his back. Ulquiorra kneeled on the tabletop and held Grimmjow against the edge, partly seated.
"WHAT THE HELL!? GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK! " - He tried to get loose, but only managed to have Ulquiorra pull at him, forcing him to lean slightly further on the table, against his petite superior's chest. The sexta fought and squirmed to no avail, making Ulquiorra only tighten his grip around his arms. Throwing his head back, expecting some sort of lesson from Aizen as to how he wasn't strong enough to pull these stunts, he noticed that Ulquiorra's hollow eye socket was merely inches away from his own face. - "Holy shit! Regenerate that fucking eye already, dammit. It's creepy as hell!"
He let out another string of curses directed at the black haired espada kneeling at his back, who didn't even seem to hear him. Aizen's expression visible turned into frustration, lashing out his reiatsu on the squirming espada restrained on the edge of the table. Grimmjow tried to fight the pressure, but it got to the point that he couldn't withstand it and simply allowed his body to go limp under it. When he had calmed down Aizen resumed speaking.
" Are you finished?" - Grimmjow nodded - " Good. As I was saying before your insolent interruption, I can't let this slide by. Which is what brings me to now. Since it's not the first nor the second time this happens, I'll have to use more… forceful measures to achieve the desired effect."
The sexta felt a sharp pain in his chest anticipating some horrible consequences for himself. He stared at Aizen approaching him slowly, only to stop between Grimmjow's slightly parted legs, uncomfortably hanging from the table. With a gentle touch, the taller shinigami pushed his knees apart and closed in, getting dangerously near him.
"Aizen…what…?"
He felt Aizen's lips swiftly pressing against his own while his hands tugged at the fabric around his thighs. Ulquiorra stood still, although he felt a disturbance in his reiatsu, probably because he was uncomfortable being present in this situation. He noticed that his one remaining eye was closed. In any case, he couldn't imagine Ulquiorra to be the voyeuristic type.
Aizen's lips parted slightly, trying to coerce Grimmjow to open his to allow him access to his mouth. Grimmjow wouldn't play along and instantly tightened his lips. Instinctively he tried to close his legs, but Aizen had a strong grip on both things. There would probably be bruises the next day, as well as on his arms which Ulquiorra held silently. His lord was still nibbling and tugging at his lips to no avail. Eventually he moved on to the sexta's jawline, eliciting a soft moan, for which Grimmjow would never forgive himself. Gradually he shifted his mouth to place a trail of soft bites along his subordinate's neck.
A satisfied look settled on the shinigami's eyes, who continued his ministrations more enthusiastically while his subordinate tried to remain as stoic as possible. He freed one of Grimmjow's legs and moved the offending hand to the panther's chest, using two fingers to viciously pinch and squeeze his left nipple, while his mouth drew closer to the other one. He swirled his tongue around the hard nipple, and gave it another lick. The sexta thought that this wasn't so bad, and let his muscles relax a bit while leaning further into Ulquiorra's supporting hands. The quarta did not react, he just sat there with closed eyes. Grimmjow huffed in annoyance. Aizen's ministrations were not so bad, and for a moment Grimmjow thought this would be the extent of it: a threat to make him his bitch, a demonstration of how it wasn't a bluff, etc…It was only when Aizen's rock hard cock brushed against Grimmjow's groin that he started processing that what was going to happen to him was no bluff, and it sure as hell wouldn't be pleasurable. The blue haired espada went stiff, trying to think how he could escape. As if reading his mind, Aizen pushed his body close to Grimmjow's, and furiously griped a hand on his hips while the other remained tugging on his nipple.
"You didn't honestly think that I'd let you leave without punishment? Or that It would be enoyable? Correct?" - He awaited an answer, but Grimmjow only grunted dismissively, still holding on to the possibility of escape. - "Well, I'll get on with it then if you have nothing to say"
Grimmjow's lips were slightly open, which Aizen used as an opportunity to gain access into his subordinates mouth, darting into it, teasing his tongue to come out and play, but was met with blatant rejection. He let out a frustrated sigh into his partner's mouth and withdrew his lips, sliding down to the sexta's neck.
The former shinigami slid his hands to tug at Grimmjows hakama, skilfully untying the black sash.
"No, Aizen WA….!" - Ulquiorra covered his mouth with his hand, with such force that Grimmjow thought he might shatter his hollow mask. He continued mouthing muffled screams and cries, trying to get himself free.
His body flinching at every touch, trying to avoid the man's hands. Finally, Aizen let the black sash slip to the floor, and pulled his hakama off him, ripping the fabric in the process. He marvelled at the sight right in front of him, an almost completely naked Grimmjow glaring daggers at him, those deep, piercing eyes drowning in hatred. The setxa's body was like that of a god, lean, muscular, lightly tanned, the sight made Aizen's cock twitch, still tented in his clothes.
He continued his ministrations on a squirming Grimmjow, sliding a hand down to his cock, only to find that it was not even hinting to get hard, disappointingly. No matter, his fingers traced a circle around his perineum and stopped at the tight entrance below.
A panicked look invaded Grimmjow. Was Aizen really going to do this, and without so much as preparing his body for it? Panting and gasping into Ulquiorra's hand he tried to tell Aizen to stop. His muscles tensed, anticipating whatever was to come. And all he could do was wait and observe what Aizen's plans for his body were.
He noticed a smirk on the former shinigami's face, and before he had time to question it, he felt two fingers slip past his entrance. He tried to pull his hips back, and shifted around in a mix of discomfort and pain. Aizen continued sucking on his nipple, ravishing the sensitive bud, his fingers scissoring and pumping in and out of his raw passage viciously. He threw his head back, screwing his eyes shut. A sharp bite came next. Aizen was digging his teeth on his nipple while his fingers squeezed the other one. Grimmjow tried to drift off and ignore the abuse inflicted on his body. If he left his mind blank perhaps it wouldn't be so painful.
Before he could process what was happening, the fingers inside him withdrew to let something bigger position itself at his abused entrance. He glanced over at the man standing between his legs, with a deep seated fear stuck in his eyes, hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was. But there was no time to remedy any of that, and in a split second Aizen buried his length into Grimmjow, sheathing himself completely into his subordinate.
Those few seconds felt like an eternity to the sexta espada. A wave of white pain ripped through him, tearing him apart from inside, sending shock waves through the rest of his body. His voice let out a loud, broken cry of pain between Ulquiorra's fingers. His eyes flew wide open, exposing the pain in a single look, his back arching to a painfully impossible angle. The air left his lungs as a crushing feeling spread out through his body. The ring of muscles tightened in discomfort around Aizen's length, now buried inside him. He felt a tear pooling up in his eyes from the effort.
"I did warn you it would not be a pleasant experience…" - Aizen softly whispered in his ear, brushing a few strands of hair on his cheek as he withdrew - "Let me look at you."
Ulquiorra's hand tilted, making him face Aizen directly, his eyes still tearing up in pain. He saw the sadistic, satisfied smirk in his Lord's expression, pleased with the pain Grimmjow was being forced to endure. He felt Ulquiorra's grip tighter on his arms, preventing any further movement, and Aizen's hand, abandoning his legs and chest to grip both sides of his hips with bruising force, his thumbs drawing circles on his hipbones.
The former shinigami pulled himself out painfully slowly, and thrust himself back inside immediately after, picking up a fast pace while pumping into him. The grip on the sexta's hips kept tightening, easing the handling of his body. Grimmjow's muscles twitched and spasmed in pain, he cnoticed his ass filling up with blood with a burning feeling surrounding the intruder in his body, while his own cock remained soundly asleep, not a hint of arousal whatsoever.
Aizen didn't seem to mind it yet, and continued about his own thing. The usually composed captain let out a few quivering almost inaudible moans, jerking his hips into the blue haired espada mercilessly. He managed to hit his subordinate's prostate a few times, slightly awakening his length, but the results were far from satisfactory yet.
The sexta had almost given up. The string of screams and curses that Ulquiorra's hand muffled were now no more than whimpering sounds. He could feel his body angry, wide spread legs, muscles twitching in exertion, the burning pain encased in his tight hole and the blood trickling softly on to the surface of the table. But on the other hand, Aizen's ministrations and pumping had instinctively awakened his own cock, just enough to let his lord know that he hadn't completely shut out from the scene in front of him. He let out a sigh, resigned to get through this as fast as possible, it was only until his superior came, and then it would be over. He just had to ride it out a bit longer.
Unsatisfied by Grimmjow's lack of response, Aizen decided to use Kyokasuigetsu to fuck with the sexta's mind as well.
The blue haired espada closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the man who was blatantly raping him, and leaned back into Ulquiorra's hold. He might have been a prick, but he wasn't that cruel, and right now any touch that wasn't Aizen's was welcome, including the green-eyed bastard's vicious grip on his arms. Forcing his legs to relax, he trembled while allowing them to spread wider. He was done, he had tried to fight only to realise that he didn't have a shot at overpowering the two men in the room with him. His eyes slip slightly open to check on Aizen's expression, hoping that he was close to his release.
But instead of Aizen's typical brown calm gaze, he met a bright orange tuft of hair and passionate dark chocolate eyes, staring intensely at him.
Confused as he was, at least he noticed the pain recede a little, at least it wasn't that traitor bastard, it was his lover…if he could call him that. Ulquiorra's hand freed Grimmjow's mouth, revealing his soft lips contorted into a questioning expression, and a couple of tears dropping from his eyes.
The sexta didn't think much about it, at the moment all he wanted was for Aizen to be gone, and he was no longer there. Ichigo leaned in for a fierce kiss, which Grimmjow met passionately, pushing his lips violently against the berry's. Still in Ulquiorra's grip, he pulled his body closer to Ichigo, who took a hold of his fast growing length. Grimmjow let out a strangled moan.
Moving to nip and suck on his neck, he resumed his pumping into the sexta's tight ass, ripping another deep moan from the panther's throat. His length now fully hard, smeared with precum while Ichigo's fingers slid up and down the shaft, occasionally swirling his thumb around the head. His oversensitive body wasn't far from the edge, probably from all the abuse he had taken before, now every tender touch just felt enhanced, or perhaps it was because it was the redhead between his legs instead of Aizen.
Lust replaced fear in his piercing eyes. Ichigo cupped his face, slamming himself into him, clouding his senses. They shared a smouldering look for a few seconds, broken when Grimmjow threw his head back in pleasure since he was almost at the edge.
"Ichigo…I'm almost there" - He managed to mutter in a soft voice.
Ichigo didn't speak, he just grinned in satisfaction at the sight of his lover's extasis. His grip around Grimmjow's member tightened, and his pace got faster, another moan leaving the sexta's throat. He'd found himself almost devoid of pain, as if all of it had been gone. His skin warm, his body excited at the touch of the redhead, his bleeding passage soothed…And Ichigo toying with him, skilfully bringing him to the brink of orgasm, trying to push him over the edge.
Grimmjow didn't hold back, and tensed up when Ichigo hit his sweet spot one final time, allowing himself to loudly cry out the shinigami's name. His body went limp as the waves of pleasure ran freely through his abused body.
On that last stroke he felt Ulquiorra's grip loosen and a set of arms wrapping around him, bringing them closer. Wanting to look at his lover's passionate chocolate stare, he opened his eyes slightly to meet his gaze. He did enjoy staring into his partner's look directly when either of them came, and this time it was no different.
Only when he searched for Ichigo's chocolate stare, he was met with Aizen's smug, smirking glare. Unfortunately for him, his body was locked in a mix of sensations, letting out spurts of white hot liquid from his twitching cock. His mind went blank, unable to process the situation, he was only capable to release a broken cry of pleasure as his body leaned into the arms holding him.
"Pathetic…" - There it was, Aizen's cold voice hovering over his own lips.
He felt his body being slammed against the table, hitting the back of his head on the hard surface, momentarily blacking out. A deep thrust brought him back to consciousness, threatening to rip his body apart. Arching his back, he screamed loudly. A painful scream, reverberating on the walls of the meeting room, bouncing back and piercing his own ears. All he felt was a sharp pain and a warm body leaning heavily into him. More thrusting followed after that, aggressive and cruelly. He felt Aizen panting and driving his tongue along his earlobe. An exceptionally hard thrust sent Aizen over the edge, releasing his seed into his subordinate's sore passage, mixing with the blood already dripping down his legs.
Aizen lay on top of him for a few seconds before withdrawing from his stretched hole. Grimmjow tried to catch his breath and a sharp pain engulfed all of his being. His head dizzy from the ordeal. Without a word he noticed Ulquiorra's surprisingly strong arms lifting him off the tabletop and a swoosh of air around him. The petite bastard had sonidoed both of them back to the sexta's quarters and dropped him on the bed, his aching body completely limp. He heard Ulquiorra's sonido again, but felt too weak to go after him.
Grimmjow stared at the ceiling, laying flat on the bed for a while. He cherished the feeling and closed his eyes. The coldness of Las Noches, the softness of his bedsheets. Thats all he wanted, to lay in his bed for a while and pretend that the pain, the blood mixed with his Lord's cum dripping down his thighs wasn't real. But he wanted the pain, he deserved it…he wanted to suffer for allowing himself to see Ichigo and actually coming at the thought of his red head, and soon to be former, lover touching him. In any case they were both going to pay, Aizen for what he'd done and Ulquiorra for helping out.
Still dizzy and nauseated, his flimsy train of thought was interrupted by a towel hitting him in the face, but he didn't move.
"Ya look like shit" - A garish voice spat at him, pausing to await a response. Grimmjow lifted the towel off his face to look at the intruder in his room, finding a smug grin and a single glistening violet eye staring at him intensely. - "Ya have blood and cum everywhere, clean yourself up."
The man stood at the feet of his bed, towering over him. Probably still expecting a retort or an excuse to start a fight, but Grimmjow was far too spent to comply with any of his visitor's wishes.
"Nnoitra" - The quinto's grin widened at the soft sound of Grimmjow's voice.
