Dirty Cop

Chapter 6

1st Person POV: Ichigo

1:45 am

It was still dark out when I woke up, and it made me want to suffocate myself with a pillow.

I hadn't been able to sleep properly for the past couple of days.

Maybe it was because I was still scared… No.

Perhaps it's because I'm worried about Nel.

No. No. No.

I know that none of those are right. I also know that my recent insomnia isn't because of the pale body that clings to me each night—tonight being no different. I've never had a problem sleeping next to Shirosaki, even now, when I know he's a fucking traitor. It's just too familiar—to normal for it to make me feel uncomfortable.

I guess the reason I can't sleep has to be the dreams I've been having.

Well, they're not just dreams. More like wet dreams.

They're always about the same damn person too.

I'll give you three hints.

The person is male.

He's a jerk.

And his hair is fucking blue.

Yep, it's Grimmjow fucking Jeagerjaques.

I glare down at my dick, which is busy making a tent in the sheets. Fucking traitorous body. I try and scoot off of the bed so I can 'take care of business' in the bathroom, which isn't but a few feet away, but Shirosaki's arm is keeping me still. He's a possessive jerk even while he's asleep.

I try to gently pry away his arm from my hips, but it's no use. If I tug on it any harder, then he'll wake up, and I'd rather he didn't.

Sighing, I tried to go back to sleep, but that's impossible with a hard-on that's pulsing and begging to be touched.

So that's exactly what I did.

I trailed my hand down, while carefully avoiding Shiro's arm, until I could curl my fingers around it. I let out a quiet sigh at the little bit of relief, but then I practically growled when my hand was ripped away.

Wait…

I snapped my head to the side and my eyes widened when I found myself staring straight into playful, golden irises. Shirosaki smirked at my frozen state. He then slowly dragged my hand up until it was pinned above my head. My other hand was free, but I dared not move it. I was paralyzed under his gaze. So, as he went to straddle me, I did absolutely nothing.

His pale hands ripped away the covers until I was completely exposed. I squirmed under his scrutiny, but still did nothing to push him away. I forced down an incoming blush when his gaze finally locked with my erection.

Yeah, I wasn't wearing any boxers; I like sleeping in the nude.

I should know better.

My eyes clenched shut when one of his fingers lightly pressed against the slit. He rubbed, making me gasp. "Quit it!" I finally moved to push him off, but he just smacked my hands away and pinned my body down with a firm hand to my chest.

I tried to thrash my way out.

Wasn't working.

I then tried to knee him in the back, but the position was too awkward.

Fuckity Fuck fuck.

As a last, desperate attempt, I went to try and punch him in the chest, but the sneaky bastard wrapped his whole hand around my length, making my limbs go flaccid.

Now I felt like a limp noodle. A horny limp noodle…

My breath hitched as he rubbed his calloused thumb against the underside, near the pulsing vein. The hand he had pressed to my chest slowly made its way down until it was near my abdomen, but I didn't notice; I was too busy thrusting my hips up, trying to get some more friction.

He was sitting atop my bent thighs, so it was hard to thrust up, and the bastard was just teasing me.

I snarled and quickly snatched a handful of his soft, snow-white hair so I could drag him down towards me, our noses nearly touching. I narrowed my eyes and glared daggers at his ginning face.

"Shiro…" I snipped, which only seemed to amuse him.

"Yes?" He replied cheekily.

I frowned at him and then lifted my upper lip in a snarl.

"If you don't stop teasing then I'm going to—" My voice trailed off into a long groan when he suddenly started pumping me with quick, firm strokes. "Ah!" I gasped when his pearly whites latched to my throat.

Ironically, it was the same exact spot Grimmjow had bit me.

Oh fuck. Just the thought of that man had my libido doing fucking handstands.

I could feel my breath picking up speed, and my body just couldn't stop moving—I had no control over my hips, my legs shifted nonstop, and my head rolled around on the pillow like a damn weeble-wobble, and my hands—well, they had minds of their own; they grabbed hold of everything and anything they could reach.

I could feel the groan vibrating in his chest when I dug my nails into his back.

I hate when I get like this. It's like I no longer had any brain cells left. Instead, I'm being controlled by some inner animal.

Once I get like this—it doesn't really matter who or what the person is—they could even be an alien from some other planet—as long as they kept touching me like this, then I won't give a shit.

This is making me sound like a complete slut isn't it?

Don't worry, though. It actually takes a lot to get me like this—What with the sleep deprivation, lack of sex in the past 10 months, the built up arousal from both Grimmjow and Mr. touchy-feely over here, and the fact that it was probably 2:00 in the morning… Anyway… you get my point.

I have no self-control at this point.

My eyes snapped open when he suddenly stopped.

He stopped!

I have to wait until I can catch my breath to finally glare up at him. My scowl is useless against him after being around him for so long (actually… I don't really think it's ever worked on him), so he just grins down at me.

"Why'd you stop…?" I asked as I let my nails lightly scrape down his sides, making red lines blaze across his pale flesh. I felt him shiver beneath my touch and then his eyes narrowed with untamed lust, but he still didn't continue.

He quickly took hold of my wrists before I could reach his own pulsing phallus, making me frown.

He explained that he wanted some questions answered first, and if I didn't answer truthfully, then I wouldn't get to come. Now… I know I should probably just forgo the idea of coming at all today, because any questions that he would ask would probably be something I really, really don't want to share… But… Looking down at my reddening dick… it's kind of hard to say 'No'.

"What do you want to know?" I snapped as I tried to snatch my hands from his grip, but he held firm.

"I wan' ta know who it was you were jus' dreamin' 'bout… You were moanin' all night long, and I'd like ta know the name of the man who can 'ave you archin' your back like that in your sleep."

My eyes widened and I tried to lie out of the sudden predicament, "I don't know. It was just a dream. I can't remember who it was that was touching me in my subconscious!"

His smirk quickly flipped into a frown at my answer, making me so very nervous.

"Liar." He said.

That's when it hit me.

He knows.

He knows exactly who I was dreaming about.

Fuck.

I forgot that I've been known to talk when I'm dreaming.

I guess wet-dreams are no different.

"Shiro…" I started but then I trailed off when his face swooped down to be right in front of mine.

"Say his fuckin' name."

I cringed at the hard stare I received and I tried to flip us over so I could get away, but it was no use. We have the same build and, ironically, weight, so whoever happens to be on top has the advantage in our case.

"Stop it Shiro." I choked out.

"No."

I was about to start yelling at him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he began to grind our hips together, forcing a pathetic whine to climb its way up my throat instead.

"Say. His. Name." Shiro demanded, his cold eyes watching every little expression that flashes across my face. "Whisper it over and over again, jus' like you were doin' a minute ago. Or, better yet, fuckin' scream it!"

I gritted my teeth and tried to just concentrate on my hands, which were starting to go numb.

"Dammit, Shiro! Why does it matter!"

I thought maybe that Shirosaki would get mad at me for that, but, for some odd reason, it seemed to pierce him in a strange way. He just suddenly froze up and his eyes went wide. For a second I thought he would jump up and bolt out of the door, but that one minute was short lived—Shiro went back to glaring in an instant.

I gulped nervously when he just continued to stare at me and, by this time, my libido had calmed down and my dick wasn't screaming at me. In other words, I could actually concentrate on the irate man hovering above me.

After another minute, he finally let out a long sigh and released my hands, but he didn't get off just yet.

"I won't make ya say 'is name… But I would like ta know one thing…"

He wasn't yelling anymore, but he said it in a way that meant 'if you don't answer this one question then I'll give you hell.'

I nodded for him to go ahead and ask.

I was just ready to get this all over with now.

"Did he take your first kiss?"

The question was said quite clearly, so there was no way that I misheard him, but I still didn't know what to say.

I couldn't lie, but I wasn't sure how Shiro would react to the truth. So I waited a few more seconds before finally opening my mouth.

But… nothing came out.

Instead, I just turned my head away, feeling strangely guilty—which was completely unfair.

He seemed to get the hint and I watched out of the corner of my eye as Shiro's expression went from enraged to just disappointed.

He let out a quiet huff before quickly clambering off the bed.

"Go back ta sleep." Was all he said before slamming the door shut behind him, leaving me all alone.

I let out a long sigh through my nose before doing as he said.

Don't get me wrong—I'm not following his orders or anything.

I'm just tired and my dick's actually being nice, for once.


1st person POV: Grimmjow

3:16 am

Knock knock knock!

I was practically bouncing on the balls of my feet as I waited for the door to finally open. I always felt so anxious when I came here.

It's not that the guy makes me nervous or anything—it's his damn pets. Or should I say beasts.

I swear they aren't fuckin' dogs—they're wolves. Rabid ones that want to eat me alive.

Ruff! Ruff! Arooo! Rouff!

See?

They can smell fear!

I nearly jumped when the door swung open, but I quickly composed myself and let loose a huge grin when I noticed the man's disheveled looks.

I probably just woke him up.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Mornin', sleepyhead." I cooed.

He stared at me for exactly two seconds before reaching to slam the door shut, but I was expecting it so I swiftly slid my foot out.

"If you just came here to bug me, then get." He said with a bored look on his face.

"I'm not here ta mess around. We've really gotta talk." I slowly let my grin fall to show him just how serious I was.

He scrutinized me for a few more seconds before sighing in defeat. He walked away, back to the depths of his cozy apartment and I waited until I felt it was safe to open the door, but that never works.

Those stupid dogs are always waiting right. Fucking. There.

I slowly opened the door, and lo and behold! I was proven correct.

I couldn't move away fast enough before I was tackled to the ground by the three large beasts. I groaned in pain when my back collided with the ground and then I shouted in disgust when I got a mouthful of fur and slobber.

"Starrk! Get your damn canines offa me!" I growled while trying to shoo the mongrels away, but they wouldn't budge. They just kept yipping and licking my face. Their tails were going at about a hundred miles an hour.

I felt something tugging at my shoes and peered through the three wriggling bodies to see a small pup playing tug-o-war with my shoelaces.

Great…

A new addition to the 'family'.

Starrk seemed to take pity on me and whistled, making the dogs bound off towards the sound, except the puppy—he was still gnawing away at my sneaker.

Little brat.

I grumpily scooped the thing up into my hand and kept my arm stretched out as I walked towards the living room. The pup was squirming and whining in my grip, but I didn't release it until I could plop it into Starrk's lap.

The man lightly patted the thing's head before gesturing for me to take a seat.

As soon as my ass hit the couch, the puppy went to jump into my lap, but I hissed at it, making it cower and shrink into a small ball.

Starrk shook his head at me before placing the pup onto the floor with the other dogs.

"I get it. You're a cat person. You don't have to scare him though… I don't see how the other dogs like you…" Starrk mumbled as he watched one of his older dogs lay their head in my lap. I tensed a little, but otherwise tried to ignore it.

"It's 'cause dogs are stupid—they love anyone that has a hand. They're like drunk whores—clingy, needy, and a lot of damned work." I grumbled while glaring at the furry head lying atop my thighs. But the stupid thing just looked back up at me with these big, droopy eyes. I scoffed at it before looking towards Starrk.

"Well then. You must really need my help if you're willing to go through this torture." He smirked as he gestured towards the stupid dog I had just scoffed at.

"Yes. I need ta know where Shirosaki is."

Starrk looked at me with that blank look that meant his thoughts were running wild.

The guy may be a lazy-ass, but he was smart as a whip and he could out shoot any well-trained sniper. Billy the Kidd seemed so small compared to this man.

"… I can't tell you that…"

I nearly bristled when he said that.

"And why not!"

"Because you're not one of us anymore!" Starrk barked back sternly, making the dogs run towards some other room, the puppy tripping over his own feet to follow them. "And besides… I know you're just going to try and rescue that kid…"

I looked down at my now empty lap to stare at my clenched fists.

"So…? What's so wrong with tha'? 'That kid' had given himself up ta make sure tha' Nel was safe… and in doing so, he also freed me. I can't jus' let'im be Shiro's little bitch for the rest o' his life. It rubs my pride the wrong way…"

Starrk sagged into the couch and stared up at the ceiling with a small smile gracing his lips.

"So you're just risking your newfound freedom for pride and honor?"

I frowned at the insinuation but couldn't bring myself to deny it.

"Well that's mostly why." I huffed under my breath, making Starrk chuckle.

"Yeah, I get it… I'd be doing the same thing if he did that for Lillynette and I." Starrk rolled his head around on the back of the couch until he was looking me in the eye. "Is that why you came here, Grimmjow? Because we were in the exact same situation? Because I could sympathize?"

I shrugged and brought my arms up until my hands were locked behind my head.

"I jus' knew that you'd understand a lil' better then the others. And 'sides, we've been pretty close friends. I've saved your neck, you've saved mine." We both smirked at my lame excuse and Starrk rolled his eyes before I continued. "Could you really see me goin' ta Ulquiorra or Nnoitra for this shit?" This got Starrk laughing.

"Point taken. I'll tell you where they'll be moving him in another week. That should give you enough time to think of something."

I nodded and grinned in a sort of victorious way, but it disappeared when I noticed that the blank look was back on his face.

"But listen Grimmjow… Shirosaki is usually right at the kid's side. He's like a damn leech. And Ichigo is now involved in a lot of the missions because of Shiro, so who knows where he is right this moment, but he's only doing little stuff right now—apparently the boss still doesn't trust Ichigo enough to do anything big—so he'll occasionally have to leave Ichigo alone. But, as soon as he leaves, there're guards watching the kid's every move. I was actually assigned to watch him one night. The kid packs a mean punch…" I smirked as Starrk rubbed his shoulder, which I could only guess was still bruised. "Anyway… I can tell he's a good kid though, so I'll do what I can to help."

I nodded to him appreciatively before going to stand up.

"Thanks, man. I'll make sure ta get 'im back, safe and sound. Lemme know when ya find out their next location."

Starrk nodded and waved goodbye as I started walking away. I threw a small wave over my shoulder as I opened the door and then I quickly jumped out and closed the door when I heard the damn dogs barreling through the house to try and say goodbye, too.

Fuck… I hate dogs.

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TBC

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I hope most of you are still hanging on. I guess if you're reading this... then you are. so THANKS!

Good to see i still have some fans.

And I know this chapter was a little short

but I've been having trouble updating for some reason.

Don't worry. HKK should be next.