/*Hello! Just dropping a big fat lemon WARNING here: This chapter contains dirty, shameless smut. If that's not your thing or you should not be reading it, you know where the exit is. And with that, we continue with our story! */
It was dark, the moon rising higher into the sky. She followed the street lamps that steadily got farther and farther apart. She looked forward to the pathway that led to the treeline. A walk in the forest would help her clear her mind. She needed to get away from all the noise and the lights. It was drowning her. She missed the simplicities of her old life. She missed being a part of squad four, taking up a role of leadership and being a role model for so many. But even those memories were now tainted in bitterness. They had locked away her zanpakuto, buried it in the depths of her own heart. Even they did not trust her. Maybe they were right not to trust her. She did leave with Aizen afterall…
"Haruka Akiyama." A gruff sounding voice halted her just after she entered the treeline. She looked up, immediately distraught as her eyes fell onto a familiar face.
"Haru-kun." She whispered and he sneered. His black hair falling near his crimson eyes.
"It's Hamasaki-sama to you!" He shouted as he charged her. Instinctively she stepped to the side to dodge, but her movements were slow and unmotivated. He jabbed his elbow into her chest, sending her flying into a nearby tree. A yelp echoed through the empty forest as she slowly pushed herself up.
"Why don't you get out of that gigai, Akiyama?" Another voice joined in, her's taunting and bitter. Her long brown hair fell to her mid back, cascading around her elegant red kimono, decorated in her family's sigil. She was a stark contrast from her brother who wore the traditional Shihakusho of the shinigami.
Haruka averted her gaze down, her body slumping with her defeat. "You're looking awfully depressed, Akiyama. I thought you'd might be happy to see your siblings." She continued.
"Satomi-chan." She started. "I'm so sorry."
Satomi glared at her. "Save your apologies. They mean nothing. The only atonement is death." She charged Haruka and unsheathed her zanpakuto. Haruka stood still, her eyes closing as her death became eminent. She couldn't even muster the courage to look to her fate. Even now, she was still a coward.
A rush of air followed by a surprised gasp had her vibrant violet orbs opening. Her eyes widened as she looked upon the back of a towering Arrancar who stopped Satomi's zanpakuto with his hand. "Grimmjow?" Her voice wavered, filled with both relief and overbearing shame.
He tilted his head to regard her, his white mask fragment set right below his unwavering sapphire eye. "Yo."
Satomi ripped her zanpakuto across his hand causing a slight splash of blood. "Hn. Looks like I need to work on my armor." He mentioned casually as he licked the blood from his hand. "Stand back, Ruka." His face lit up, a grin pulling back his lips.
"Don't get involved." She said suddenly as she stepped in front of him. She could feel his instant angry glare at the back of her head. "It's none of your bus-"
Her statement was cut short by an overwhelming yank at her shirt as he picked her up. "Grimmjow!" She shouted in a panic, her arms flailing.
"I said stay back, stubborn woman." He said as he tossed her behind him. A startled scream left her lungs as she flew through the air. Her screech was immediately snuffed out by a grunt as she landed on someone.
Haruka looked under her, the muffled voice coming out from beneath her. "Crey?" She questioned before shifting off of his face.
He took a deep gasp of breath before sitting up. "Akiyama-sama. Please stay here with me." The gigai said politely as he bowed to her. Haruka's face quirked with her confusion. Then, instantly, she was pressing both her hands to her cheeks and fawning over him.
"Crey! Oh I hope I didn't hurt you! Is your face ok?"
"Please don't worry about me, Akiyama-sama. I am very durable!" He announced proudly.
"You are so much nicer than Grimmjow! And so polite, too!"
Grimmjow's growl was audible. "Stupid clogs." His annoyance grew as the two continued to banter back and forth. "Hey, shut up already!" He shouted.
Her head twisted around abruptly. "Don't be an asshole, Grimmjow!"
"What did you call me!?" He yelled.
"I said- mmffmf-" Haruka was cut off by two familiar hands covering her mouth.
"Shhh, Akiyama-sama! Master needs to concentrate." Crey whispered to her.
Grimmjow smirked. "Hold on to her for me." Something clicked in the back of his mind, a pleasing purr at seeing her wrapped up by his gigai. He wasn't going to let these two touch her. She was his to mess with and only his.
"An Arrancar?" Satomi spat the words out like a bad taste on her tongue. "Good to see you're still doing Aizen's work."
Haruka's temper flared, her eyes falling to a stony glare before she started spouting out muffled insults behind two immovable hands. Her arms thrashed and Grimmjow couldn't help but smirk at her response. "Finally some fight in her." He thought.
"You are a disgrace-" Satomi began before being cut off by a swipe from a grinning blue-haired beast. She grunted as she blocked his incoming attack with her zanpakuto.
"Satomi-chan." Haru charged Grimmjow.
"Heh." He intercepted Haru effortlessly, slamming his foot into his chest. Haru grunted before flying back, splitting several trees in half. "Why don't you release your zanpakutos already?" He taunted.
"This isn't about you, Arrancar." Satomi shouted as she slashed at Grimmjow. He blocked her incoming attack with the back of his wrist, a pleased grin tugging at his lips.
"You're obviously looking for a fight." He sneered.
"We're looking for justice." Haru added as he appeared from broken tree limbs. He slashed his zanpakuto down towards Grimmjow's face. He blocked the incoming zanpakuto with his hand, twisting the sword down towards the ground.
"Justice?" He spat. "You got your justice. She ain't responsible for the shit Aizen did."
"She is a participant, she is just as guilty." Satomi hissed. Grimmjow jerked his left arm, sending her zanpakuto down and causing her to stumble forward. He connected a brutal kick to her side and sent her flying.
Haru's panicked shout followed as he attempted to go to her. Grimmjow cut him off, punching him in the face with his left hand and then kicking him in the stomach. Both of them stumbled to their feet. "This is your only chance." Grimmjow's amusement fell, his face going serious. "Leave and don't come back here. If I catch you messing with her again, I'll kill you both."
Haruka went limp, her eyes wide with shock as his statement reached her.
"This isn't over, Arrancar." Haru spat as he held up Satomi. "We will get our vengeance for our brother."
"Yea, because that's what he would have wanted, right? Killing the woman he loved 'til his dying breath." Grimmjow returned sarcastically.
The two looked at him, horrified and equally enraged. "This isn't over." Satomi rasped before they fled deeper into the woods.
A gust of wind swept through the trees, fluttering that midnight hair into the air. She stood frozen in place, a mixture of emotions flashing across her softened face. His last statement haunted her, urging her to give up some of that guilt she clung to.
Grimmjow turned back towards her, stalking over and stamping his gigai with the soul candy dispenser. She felt as his hands slipped off her mouth, causing her to turn and look at him. That sapphire gaze was softer than usual, looking almost content. "Come on, Ruka. Let's go home." He said casually. There was an enticing lull to his voice, something that pulled her to him.
He started walking away, moving slow as he felt she was not following right away. Then she broke into a run, taking only a few short strides before reaching him. He grunted as she collided with him, her arms wrapping around to his front as she buried her face into his back. "Ruka? What the hell?" He didn't move as she clung to him from behind, her touch scalding his skin though he barely noticed. He was more wrapped up in trying to understand why. Normally, he'd break anyone who touched him in half, but this was unexpected; his normal predatory instincts completely failed him.
"Thank you." He just barely heard the words that muffled out from his shirt. His back was on fire, her body pressed so tightly it felt as if she were clinging on to him for dear life. Maybe she was.
"Oi, you done yet?" He attempted to sound annoyed, but it came out flat, patient. He almost regretted saying anything as her hold on him loosened and she pulled away slightly.
"Sorry." She apologized as he turned his head to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment and her eyes were averted to the ground. It caused a smirk to upturn his lips. Damn if he didn't love getting her flustered...
"If you want to thank me, then come buy me some food. I never got dinner." He mentioned. She looked up, a small smile replacing her frown. She nodded while moving up beside him. "Or if you really want to thank me-"
She nudged him in the side with her elbow. "Don't be a pervert." She scolded.
He laughed suggestively. "Come on, you thought about it." He slid his thumb over her burning cheek just briefly to make her all the more aware of her embarrassment. "Kitten."
"My thoughts are my own business, thank you very much." She returned while slapping his hand away.
"So you have thought about it." He continued, a lecherous grin playing across his features.
"Knock it off." She laughed while rubbing her cheeks.
"You're still not denying it."
"Can we just go get food, please?" She asked on a whine.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm starving." He relented. Food was probably the only way she could distract him.
They had decided against staying at the stand, the old man being too much for Haruka to deal with at that moment. So they took their food to go, listening to his ramblings for only a few minutes. They walked side by side back to the apartment.
They ate silently at first. Grimmjow had taken a seat next to her, his presence comforting her. She wondered if he could sense it or maybe it was just an instinct he followed. Or maybe he couldn't tell at all. "But why would he choose to sit so close? And why the hell am I thinking so hard about this?" She ground her teeth together harshly as her grip on her chopsticks tightened.
"What's the problem now?" He asked around a mouthful.
She jumped, startled that he was paying that close of attention. "Nothing important." She returned before taking another bite. He shrugged while refocusing on his meal. "I wonder why they didn't release their zanpakutos." She thought out loud, her chopsticks resting on her lip as she stared out in front of her.
"Same reason you don't." He answered. "They're not supposed to be here."
It clicked in her mind. "So if they released, Soul Society would know right away that they were here and probably come and take them back." She continued the statement as he stuffed his face full, pushing the contents of the box into his mouth.
"I should just take them to clogs' training ground and challenge them there." His face brightened at the thought of a bloody fight to the death. Haruka snorted before finishing her last morsel.
"Thanks for not killing them, by the way." She said after a long pause.
He glanced at her, his smile fading. "Don't thank me. I doubt they are giving up and I wasn't lying. They come after you again, I'm not going easy on them."
She looked down at her lap, her hair cascading over her shoulders. "I-."
"Did you ever even explain to them what happened?" He asked suddenly, surprising her. "They seemed a little clueless on the details."
She shook her head. "I never got the chance. I escaped through Kurosaki-san's garganta when he first came to Hueco Mundo and ended up in Urahara's basement. He thought it was a better idea for me to hide until all of this was over and then try to set things straight. Aizen was always seven steps ahead of anyone, though. He told Kenji's siblings long before I even made it to the World of the Living. I doubt they even know what really happened."
He twisted in his seat so he was facing her. Gently, he pushed away the hair blocking his view of her face. He hated not being able to see what was behind that violet storm. "What happened?" She glanced up at him. "What really happened?"
"Haruka-chan!" That distorted hollow voice screamed at her as he charged, her zanpakuto quaking.
"Kenji, please!" She pleaded as she parried his attack.
"You let him do this to me!" He screamed as he attacked again. She collided with him, her zanpakuto pressing hard against that white mask and her feet digging into the sand.
"I'm so sorry, Kenji. I thought I was healing you! But I was only killing you!" She wailed. He stopped suddenly, standing in front of her; tall and menacing. "I'm sorry, Kenji. I don't want you to hurt anymore. I love you." Tears spilled from her lids and poured down her cheeks.
"Then free me, Haruka-chan. End this pain." The mutated Arrancar pleaded. "Free me."
Haruka swallowed hard knowing that this was the only option. Her sword shook as she broke into a run. She stabbed it forward with all the energy she could muster. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't let him do this to you anymore…" His voice wavered; a grunt spilled from his lips behind the pure white mask. "I love you, Haruka-chan…"
"I promise I'll end this, Kenji…" Her voice ached as his body started breaking apart bit by bit and floated away. "I love you, too."
"There was nothing else I could do." She whispered as she retold the heart wrenching story. There were no tears this time, no more guilt; only a wish for things to have gone differently. "Killing the woman he loved 'til his dying breath." He had reminded her. Kenji did love her until the end. In the end, he had forgiven her. What happened to Kenji was tragic, but she was not at fault. Aizen was. And he was already brought to justice.
"That don't sound like it was your fault." He offered. She turned to face him now, so close their knees were touching. He didn't pull back nor did she.
"It wasn't." She affirmed. An incredible ache started pulsing through her. It came from her remembering of Kenji, of all the good memories she had with him. The laughs, the tears, the deep desperate passion...She missed him, but beyond that, she felt so empty. There was a longing void that she ignored most days, but after all that had happened, after all the memories that had forced themselves to the surface, she just needed someone. Her eyes roamed the beautiful Arrancar sitting right in front of her, his eyes set in a cautious gaze, waiting for her to make her move. And she did.
She slumped forward slightly, just enough so that she could run the flats of her palms along the tops of his thighs. He reacted instantly, grabbing her wrists and wrenching her upward. Her face fell forward, a few mere inches from his own. She let his grasp hold her up, his look dangerous. "I just want to forget everything. I want to be selfish. Even if it's just for one damn night." She pleaded and he responded, pulling her into his lap so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. His lips crashed into hers, greedily licking and sucking. She quivered as he bit her bottom lip, then broke away to leave a trail down her jawbone.
"You are going to get me in trouble with clogs." He mumbled between mouthfuls of skin.
"Fuck him." She sputtered out on a gasp as his teeth sunk into a fleshy spot on her shoulder. She could feel his grin against her skin and it only excited her further.
"I'd much rather fuck you." He joked as he tugged at her shirt, threatening to tear it to shreds if she didn't take it off that moment. A small smile pulled back her lips as she pulled the thin barrier over her head and tossed it aside. He released an appreciative groan as his hands roamed up the bare skin of her sides. He buried his face into the curvature of her breasts, still firmly trapped behind a stifling bra. "Take this thing off before I rip it off you." He ordered. She complied, but not without rolling her eyes first. "I'll give you something to roll your eyes at." He threatened, his tone low and promising of pleasure.
She groaned as his hands squeezed the globes of her ass and pulled her into him, his erection grinding against her sensitive flesh between layers of clothing. Her mind fell into a lustful haze free of rational thought as he lowered his head to one of those taut little buds, swiping his tongue around it before sucking it between his lips. Her head fell back and chest pushed forward, giving him more access. His blood pumped as her little mewling sounds grew his need tenfold.
He pulled away from the first with a pop and hungrily lavished the second. Her hands slid up around the back of his head, pressing him into her. Fingernails scoured his scalp, her face pressing against his hair as his arms claimed her like a vice. Hips crashed against one another, the frustrating barrier of clothing being ignored for a few moments longer simply for the fact they needed to just feel one another. Desperation fueled them, both hungry for passion, a predatory competition of pleasure seeking endured. He longed to hear her noises echo off the walls, only for him. She needed him to just consume her.
She shrieked as he lifted her in the air and carried her to the bedroom, no longer able to delay their joining. The mattress groaned as he dropped her, taking a moment to pull his shirt free before leaning over her and claiming her mouth once more. Flesh against flesh, lips tangled together, hips grinding wildly; it was almost enough to break her apart.
He broke the kiss, allowing her to take a deep inhale. "Grimmjow…" she sighed as he followed a trail of kisses and bites down her neck, over her breasts and along her stomach. When he reached her pantline, he unbuttoned the jeans and pulled, revealing a pair of lavender panties. His teeth grazed along her hip bone, causing her to writhe.
He hooked his fingers around the delicate waistband and yanked them free, revealing her delicate pink flesh. "Kitten." he purred before kissing the skin of her inner thigh.
A pink hue painted her cheeks. Her eyes were heady with lust, her body craving what he could offer. "Grimmjow, wait." Embarrassment began poking through her haze as she realized his intentions. She could feel his breath tickling her sensitive flesh. Her body quivered with the anticipation.
"Mmm, Kitten, I love the way you taste." He purred as his tongue ran over her slit. She yelped in surprise at first before attempting to squirm away. He was impossible to escape from, however. He chuckled as he held her hips in place, his tongue invading her most delicate places. The rumble of his laugh vibrated against her clit and caused a moan to erupt from her lungs.
"Grimmjow-" she moaned, her hands sliding into those spikes of blue and tugging hard. An approving groan rumbled from his chest. Her head fell back against the bed sheets, her hips thrusting up to push his tongue deeper inside. In and out it moved, tasting every inch of her.
He released her hips now that she was fully engrossed in his torment. He slid his left hand up to cup her breast, teasing the bud between his fingers. "Yes…" she whispered as her hips continued to involuntary grind against his face. His other hand moved around her thigh, a single digit replacing his tongue and sliding deep inside. She continued to whimper, his ministrations pushing her closer to that edge. His tongue slid up to her clit, teasing it in slow circles.
He slipped a second finger in to join the first, curling them upward and in rhythm with her thrusts. Her panting, like music to his ears, was becoming more frantic and sporadic. Her fists tangled in his hair roughly as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, his tongue flicking across that sensitive bud until her hips thrust upward and a broken cry released from her lips. "G-grimm-" He quickly removed his fingers and eagerly lapped at the flow of juices. Her thighs trembled at the onslaught of sensations. Her eyes had fallen shut, stars blurring her vision.
He barely gave her a second to recover, his own desires fueling him. She didn't hear him take the remainder of his clothing off, but she certainly felt the searing tip of his erection pushing into her folds. Her eyes opened, drinking in the feral beast hovering above her. His gaze was heady with lust and desire.
"Damn, you feel fucking nice." He managed to ground out as he slipped into her inch by desperate inch. She couldn't even respond, her voice too busy being used to make those cute little sounds he loved so much. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulder, desperate to hold onto anything. That insistent little voice purred in the back of his mind. Mine.
He pounded her into the mattress with ferocity. Each thrust drew a long winded moan, the sound mingling with the obscene passion. His grunts were animalistic, a feral desire pushing him to pin that lithe little frame beneath him. Her heels dug into his back, pressing him into her in timing with his movements. Soft little touches along his face from the skin of her fingertips were driving him mad. He didn't want soft touches. He wanted rough, raw need.
With a single hand, he pinned her wrists above her head while slowing his pace to a crawl. His head dipped to her neck, his tongue dancing along her jawline and to the lobe of her ear. She squirmed and whined, attempting to buck her hips to feel more of him. He continued to tease, a low and dangerous laugh echoing in her ear. "What is it that you want?" He purred, teasing her with the slow rhythm of his hips.
"You know what I want." She replied on a ragged voice, her tone full of need and frustration. He had worked her up so close to that edge. Her stomach clenched with that aching desire, building up that spark each time his pelvis crashed against her. That tiny bundle of nerves lit up at each contact and now he was holding her orgasm hostage, like a cat playing with its prey.
"Tell me." He attempted again, his voice smooth and with only a hint of strain. His control was remarkable, especially considering his impatient tendencies.
A throaty grunt left her lips after a particularly hard thrust, an attempt from him to push her passed her modesty. "I want you to fuck me."
His leering grin was filled with amusement, determined to break her in every aspect. "I am fucking you."
Her cheeks flushed red, her frustration growing and overwhelming her embarrassment. "I want you to fuck me harder!" She demanded. His grin was sultry, mischievous, and oh so pleased at plucking her strings to his favorite little tune.
At her insistence, his pace increased. He released her wrists and pinned his hands on either side of her head. Her fingers immediately went for his hair, pulling and twisting until his lips were trapped against hers. He groaned, his pace becoming brutal. She responded in kind, her moans getting lost in his mouth. She felt as the waves began building again, pushing against that dam and threatening to spill.
Their lips broke and her neck craned back. "Grimmjow!" Every muscle in her body tightened in unison as an explosion of heat released from the apex of her thighs. It grew in intensity when she felt his sharp fangs digging into her neck. He pounded into her tightened sex and through her orgasm until feeling his own impending explosion. His breathing was erratic, his thrusts becoming uneven. With one final grunt, he released. His muscles spasmed as he came in short bursts, the feeling like fire in her gut.
A wave of relief and shame encompassed her all at once as he collapsed on top of her. The heat of his breath tickled her neck as he nuzzled into her briefly before pushing himself up and rolling to one side of the bed. She got up quickly, sitting on the edge with her feet dangling over and trying to come up with something to say. Her hand brushed up against the fresh marks on her neck, feeling the bruising that was no doubt beginning to show. What had she done?
She was so consumed by her thoughts that she yelped when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her onto the mattress. Her blankets quickly followed, shielding her nudity from the cooler air of the room. At her back was the powerful, possessive Arrancar she had just slept with. His breath tickled the back of her neck, his chiseled chest pressing into her, and his limp nudity resting against her ass. Her cheeks flamed, any comprehension she had prior disappearing into a haze of confusion.
"Grimmjow?" She whispered.
"Shut it, Ruka. You can bitch about it tomorrow; just sleep will ya?" His voice was tired and lazy.
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Ok."
He sighed as he draped a heavy arm and leg over her, trapping her against him. She didn't mind, as it had been so long since she had felt wanted and safe with another person. "Safe? He should be the last person I feel safe with…" Regardless of her train of thought, she settled quietly next to him, allowing his rhythmic breathing to lull her to sleep.