Pairing: Szayel Aporro Grantz/Il Forte Grantz
Rating: R
Notes: 5 Grantzcest drabbles. Written for the music meme. Each inspired by and written solely during a single song.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor do I make any profit from this story.
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Dexter - 1x11 Ending
Il Forte's head snapped to the side as the harsh sound of a slap echoed throughout the laboratory.
The Numeros thought he could get away with it. He thought Szayel would never notice the small mark on the back of his neck. He should have remembered Szayel was first and foremost a scientist, and that due to this, would be more observant than most.
"I do not find it pleasing to share my possessions with others, dear brother." Il Forte had no response, did not even have the grace to look ashamed for his actions. Szayel frowned, mouth tightened into a grimace as he considered all the punishments he could inflict on his older brother.
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Dir en Grey - Glass Skin
Szayel's eyes remained glued to the monitor long after it went dark.
Despite Il Forte being a mere Numeros, he had not believed this eventuality would come to pass. At least, not by the hands of a lowly Shinigami. If anything, Szayel had imagined it would be himself who killed Il Forte, as it had been for his brother's first death.
He had been sure he would go too far with an experiment one day. Playing with fire was dangerous; Il Forte had known that from past experience. Yet despite everything, it had been someone else who took what so rightfully belonged to Szayel.
Hand curling into a fist, Szayel glared at the empty monitor and resolved to put his brother out of his mind. The only thing worthless Shinigami could kill was trash itself. A real Arrancar could not have been touched.
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Alice Nine - Velvet
Sometimes he caught Il Forte outside the walls of Las Noches. He would watch the Numeros run across the open sand like some kind of low-level Hollow, like a child. Szayel would never tell anyone, least of all his brother, but those moments that should have brought nothing but scorn actually amused him.
Il Forte caught him once. Szayel had thought his camouflage perfect, and was impressed his brother managed to see through it. It drove him to the conclusion the Numeros might not be as worthless as he had thought.
When Il Forte came to him afterwards, Szayel did not put up any resistance.
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HIM - Venus Doom
At first, Szayel was less than thrilled. He had been happy to be an Arrancar while his brother remained a Hollow. It was just another way to prove his superiority to the other man. Szayel ate it up; let it all go to his head. In death, he had managed to crawl out of his sibling's shadow. He was delighted to repay Il Forte the indifference and cruelty he had been shown in life. Nothing could have pleased him more.
Or so he thought.
As he gradually came to realize he had been chasing his lost humanity, his feelings began to change. While this did not make him any less arrogant in his position, it did make him see his brother in a new light. He had no qualms about making his desire known either, and was gratified to see it returned.
Il Forte was adept in this as he was with nothing else, yet Szayel never failed to see the irony of the brother who had been so cold to him in life becoming exactly the opposite in death. It was further proof their positions had indeed been reversed.
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Atreyu - We Stand Up
The lines of blood trickling down Il Forte's chest and neck did nothing but enhance his beauty. Szayel loved these moments, loved his hands covered in his brother's blood.
"You missed a spot." Szayel started out of his momentary distraction and laughed. He brought his scalpel to bear against Il Forte's skin and pressed down, a line of red quickly welling up and spreading down to join the others.
"So kind of you to remind me." he quipped, bending over to get a closer look at his handiwork; it tasted as good as it looked.