Here's an update!

Unfortunately I came up with a rather different plot than I planned at first, so yeaaahh this might not actually bode well for all the GrimmHime fans out there so I'm warning you so you can't blame me if you're suddenly disappointed with the ending LOL but I figured if I want to avoid writing the typical happy ever after story (and the fact that I reallyy want to avoid copying plots of other fanfics), this is the way to go.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach


Two weeks ago

"Ne, Aizen-taicho," His fox-grin wavered a bit. He was the closest to the defected shinigami as anyone can get, but he can't deny that the man can scare the shit out of him sometimes, especially now that he was about to say something he knew won't be taken lightly. He approached the man quietly sitting by the balcony of his chambers. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

"Is that doubt I hear, Gin?"

He released a slightly nervous laugh. "Not at all. I'm just concerned, ya' know? There's a lot at stake here, after all."

It was Aizen's turn to laugh. "I can assure you, everything will turn out as planned." He turned and beckoned his most trusted comrade to sit. Gin sat on the chair opposite the man.

"Sorry, Capt'n. I just don't see how this will affect the Sexta."

He watched as the brunet poured tea in another teacup before sliding it across the table to him. Aizen was still wearing the calm, confident demeanor, an expression that, when worn at the most inappropriate times, disturbed the silver-haired man to no end.

"Do you remember how Grimmjow first joined our Army?" Aizen asked.

"Yes. He started as a Numero. Number 12."

"And do you know how he was able to become a part of the Espada?"

Gin nodded in reply. "I remember 'im suddenly becoming extremely powerful… for a time."

"Yes," Aizen agreed. "It was a rare occurrence, but back then I didn't bother questioning what happened. I automatically assumed it was the will of the Hogyoku, even though I already sensed that something has gone wrong. Even so, I gave him the title of the Primera.

"But his power never stabilized. It kept increasing, exponentially so. It became a threat to our plans. It became a threat to me, so I had to find a way to stop it. I spent years searching for answers. Until one day I came to the conclusion that it wasn't the Hogyoku that caused it after all."

Gin didn't realize he was holding his breath until the other man paused to take a sip from his cup. He took a sip from his own to hide his uneasiness. Aizen continued. "I traced it back to the time when his sudden increase in power began, and found only one other event that coincided with it."

Gin looked at the man as the sudden realization hit. For a moment, his eyes widened enough to let the moonlight pass through the usually narrow slits of his eyelids. "Neliel." It was all he could manage to say.

Aizen smiled and nodded slightly. "It was around that time when Neliel Tu Odelschwank was welcomed into the Espada, and was given the number Three. It surprised me, that hollows are actually capable of feeling so strongly for another that it increased their Reiryoku as well. I could've immediately disposed of her; she was nowhere near as powerful as Grimmjow, but she was useful nonetheless. She was strong, obedient, loyal, I'd hate to see her go. But when Grimmjow's power was already at risk of surpassing my own…" He trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

"Is that why you let Nnoitra—"

"Kill her, yes. It had to be done. When Neliel died, Grimmjow lost all the power he gained from their bond, and was too weak to hold a place in the Espada. He became even weaker than he was when he was just a Numero. But it was such a waste; he was far more useful as a commander. I was able to bring back a fraction of that power, which was high enough to earn him a place in the Espada. He's lucky enough to earn the Sixth rank, but that is as high as it gets."

Gin gripped his cup tighter. He should've known. It was all too obvious now. The relationship between the two were almost unrecognizable unless you paid enough attention. Amidst the mutual hostility among the Espada, Grimmjow and Neliel were the only ones who held any amount of respect towards each other. Can a bond like that really affect them so strongly? And what does this mean for their beloved human guest?

"Now you're planning to do it to Orihime-chan, as well?"

"Grimmjow is becoming stronger once again. It was a miscalculation on my part; to bring back his power. There is a possibility that an occurrence like that will happen again. Except this time, we'll be ready. Once the girl is gone, Grimmjow will be reduced to nothing. He will never be as powerful as he is now. He will no longer be a threat."

Gin plastered his fake toothless grin on his face again before speaking. "Don't think yer low enough to murder an innocent child, Capt'n."

Aizen chuckled, and Gin relaxed visibly. "I once promised that she will be safe here, and I intend to fulfill that promise. She will not die, but that doesn't mean he will not lose her." Gin cocked his head to the side, as if silently asking for an explanation.

"She has a weakness, you see. And it's only a matter of time until that weakness comes here to save her."


Present

Grimmjow watched as the luscious body writhed underneath his own. The handcuffs rang against the metal headboard of his bed. He could vaguely hear her screams as they reverberated across the walls of his room, the creaks of the bed and the slams of the headboard against the wall as he pounded her much abused pussy. There were bruises everywhere. Blood trickled where his claws dug into her hips as he pulled her down to meet his manic thrusts, forcing her body to swallow his impressive length over, and over, and over again.

He felt her insides clench against his shaft as she screamed out another orgasm. He couldn't keep track of how many times he had made her cum. He couldn't care less. All that mattered that time was his own desperate crawl for release.

"Let me go," Mila Rose practically begged as she pulled on the cuffs over her head. Grimmjow merely grunted in response and started thrusting even faster. "I want to touch you."

"Impatient little slut, aren't ya?" His mouth stretched into a full grin before spreading her legs even wider and started thrusting even more powerfully.

She whined in defeat, and instead willed her body not to break under the harsh pounding of the Sexta. For the first time since his return, Grimmjow invited her in for the night. It was supposed to be a playful evening; Mila Rose brought the handcuffs with her when she sneaked into his room in the middle of the night. She brought a bunch of other toys too but that night Grimmjow surprisingly only took interest in the cuffs, all else were ignored and the bag was thrown on the floor along with their clothes.

But he wasn't in the mood for a playful fuck. Ulquiorra had said some pretty outrageous things and it left him utterly lost and confused. He had no fucking idea what the Quatro was trying to tell him, and a huge part of him didn't want to know. He didn't want to think; he didn't want to remember. He just wanted to forget about the irritatingly persistent headache he's been having since he was left alone in his palace to his own thoughts.

Not to mention he was incredibly sexually frustrated, what with the fucking tease of a woman taunting him every chance she got. He wanted to touch her. Fuck, there was somebody else he wanted underneath him instead, writhing, cumming, screaming his name as he pounded that tight pussy like no one else had before.

And no one had. He was her first. He had claimed her for himself. He was the first to kiss the woman, the first to feel her aching wet and tight core. His lips were the first to taste her supple breasts. No one had ever felt her insides as he did. No one had ever seen her face when her orgasm built up and exploded. And her screams. God, those sexy moans. He couldn't describe how utterly delicious they sound.

He came then, violently, to the thoughts of the girl he's been dreaming about for God knows how long. He didn't dare breathe or moan, afraid that he might yell the wrong name again. His cum filled the insides of the practically screaming busty fraccion, her own orgasm milking him dry. Grimmjow released her from the cuffs before collapsing down on the bed beside her.

"That was… fuck, Grimmjow," she grinned blissfully, her panting still beyond control.

Was he that good she couldn't describe it anymore? Grimmjow merely snorted, pleased with himself. It would've been better if she brought Sun-Sun along, or Apache, or both. Yeah, definitely both. Handling all three of them is never a problem for his stamina, seeing all three pussies lined up for his taking can keep him going for hours and hours, but it was the arguing among the fraccion that kept everything much more interesting and less sexually tense. Everything can get unexpectedly fun with the three and god knows how many he'll need to keep that goddess away from his filthy mind.

Mila Rose lowered her face to his for a kiss, but Grimmjow had already leaned his head to the side, so all that her lips met was the smooth expanse of his cheek.

She felt slightly dejected, of course, but wasn't surprised. Grimmjow never liked kissing if it wasn't anything sexual, and being rejected by the perfect creature that had made her feel so damn sexy just a few minutes ago, felt worse than getting stabbed. She masked her disappointment with a smile before pulling herself out of the bed.

Grimmjow propped himself on his elbows as he watched her move with mild interest. He didn't have feelings for the woman but that doesn't mean she can't entrance him with her figure. He noticed her slight limping as she moved about the room, knees trembling with every step. He smirked to himself.

Glad to know he destroyed something else other than hollows tonight.

After dressing herself up again, she took her pouch of sex toys from the floor and slung it over her shoulder. She looked down at him again, her sex-satiated smile stretched over her face. "We should do this again sometime," she said as she winked, earning herself a painfully beautiful, knowing grin from the Sexta, before opening the door to the main hall and stepping out.

He was pulling his tight fit boxer shorts up when he heard the arrancar squeal in surprise. "Hime-chan!" She exclaimed quietly. "I-I didn't know you were awake! I'm sorry, were we being too loud?"

Grimmjow felt himself freeze. There was no reply from the girl. She was standing outside so Grimmjow couldn't see her, much less her reaction.

"Well, I won't be bothering you anymore, sorry if we woke you," She said softly, much too softly and a little too flustered for an arrancar like Mila Rose. "Have a goodnight!" She said before walking away, the soft click of the door to his palace faintly echoing in the main hall into his room.

There was only silence.

Cold, awkward silence.

It took him a moment to process what happened, and what he was feeling, before quickly standing up and walking to the door to face her. He didn't have time to think to put on some clothes.

But all he met was the almost inaudible click of the door across the vast hall, and then the thick tension and silence that blanketed the place once again. Along with it was the feeling of a raging reiatsu coming from the other side of the door, getting stronger and wilder by the minute.


Orihime leaned against her door to catch her breath. It wasn't real. Nothing happened in his room. They were just… sparring. Or working out. Yeah, that must be it! That's the only reason they'd be making that kind of noise. Unless… unless…

She barely noticed it when her knees buckled underneath her. Her legs had suddenly gotten limp, and before she knew it she was on her elbows and knees, her face barely inches from the floor.

She wasn't stupid. She knew from the start the implications of her growing feelings for the Espada; she should've been prepared for this.

So why in the world does it hurt so bad?

Her hands curled into fists on the marble floor as she squinted the tears from her eyes. This is so much worse than being imprisoned in her cell. So much worse than being tormented by Ulquiorra.

I can't do this.

I have to leave.

Save me.

Save me!

Please!

Kurosaki-kun!


TBC

Please let me know how you feel about this! I can still see two endings to it, but I want to know your thoughts.

Constructive criticisms are ok and welcomed, but please be nice. Also sorry for any grammatical errors, I'm trying really hard lol. Thanks!