This chapter was so hard to write simply because my laptop went to crap on me (luckily I have a backup of the overview of this story haha). So I went out and bought a new one!

Anyway, R&R!

chasing that spark of sexual excitement

Three weeks following Ichigo's escape from Grimmjow's living quarters in Los Noches palace…

Sitting alone in his massive bath tub was Grimmjow, soaking his problems away after a long day of hunting out in the lonely desert.

And he was awfully displeased. He had been ever since that night.

Things were going fine in his life until Yammy interrupted him for a meeting that fucking Tousen called. Tousen! For shit's sake, why would Grimmjow care if he called a meeting?

And thanks to that little incident, the Court Guard escaped.

Flashback

A large hand shot through Grimmjow's bedroom door, causing his Reiatsu forcefield to shatter.

"YO, GRIMMJOW! I got a bone to pick with you! And Tousen has called us for a meeting, so get your ass up!"

Both Ichigo and Grimmjow immediately looked to the doorway where the heavy doors crashed noisily to the ground.

Pantera came inside from the terrace and stared down at the person who had caused the commotion in his master's room.

"Oh! What's this!? In the middle of gettin' your freak on, I see!"

"Yammy, you fucking bastard!" Grimmjow shouted crossly.

"Give the girl to me and I'll show her just how inadequate a man you are!" Yammy said, and then stepped inside the room.

Grimmjow put his arm around Ichigo protectively and pulled him closer. So close in fact, he felt the boy's nose and lips press against his chest.

The Espada was surprised when he felt two soft hands come up and rest gently on his back. Although it was unexpected and uncomfortable, he did not turn from facing Yammy. There was no telling what he would do. He needed to be ready for anything.

When a knee shoot up forcefully into his groin, the man's blue eyes widened and his eyebrows jumped. He inhaled, held in the breath in for a second, and then doubled over in pain on top of the boy beneath him, "Fuuuucking bastard…!" he hissed.

Panting heavily, he felt like if the pain of this moment wasn't so great, he would rip Ichigo's head off and shove it up his ass. He closed his blue eyes tightly and tried not to let a tear escape. Even for an Espada with their thick-shelled Hierro, reproductive organs were a point of vulnerability.

Suddenly, he felt two hands press against his chest and lift him into the air.

The next thing he felt surprised him.

The Court Guard's lips pressed against his tenderly. He was so confused, enraged, and pained that he couldn't react to it; not even mentally.

.After being pushed off to the side, Grimmjow gritted his teeth and watched as his prey slipped off the bed and then grabbed something before he made a break for the exit.

He started seeing red when the Court Guard came up to Yammy and slowed down. Kurosaki was his problem. If he put a hand on him…

"A- A MAN?! Grimmjow, you were bedding another man?!" Yammy shouted in his direction.

"Shut your fucking mouth…!" he responded.

Through the pain emanating from his nether regions, Grimmjow put an arm on the bed to brace himself, and then got up. He had to stop the Court Guard from escaping.

Reaching out, he made to grab his sword that had been dropped on the floor by the prick. It was an unsuccessful attempt, however, as he fell off of the bed and flat on his face.

As soon as Pantera saw his master hit the floor, he hurried over to him and picked up the sword he had tried to get. "Grimmjow, get up! The boy has escaped!" he said, offering the sword to him.

Said man sat up on his elbow and held his face and groin at the same time, trying to relieving the pain.

Yammy folded his arms and laughed. "I don't know what kind of freak show you got going on here, Grimmjow, but Tousen wants to see us. Besides that, I heard you-"

"Get the fuck out of my face, Yammy! I could fucking murder you for ruining what I had going here! And for Tousen's sake at that! The only thing I want to hear from that kiss-ass is that Aizen told him I'll be the next king!" Grimmjow shouted so angrily that spit flew from his mouth.

"You think you're even in the running for being the next king?!" Yammy said, and then flared his Reiatsu. "Your Reiatsu is nothing compared to mine!"

Pantera dropped the sword in Grimmjow's lap and started growling, ready to attack if necessary.

"Don't bother with him, Pantera..." The Espada said, and then looked up to Yammy, "Get out of my quarters and tell Tousen he can suck it!"

"Oh I can't wait to hear what he has to say about all of this!" the larger Espada exclaimed, before he turned and left the room.

Grimmjow put his arms on his bed, gripped his sheets, and then tried pulling himself up. The pain was a lot for him to handle, and he almost didn't make it. Just as he slipped, Pantera hurried over to him and used the top of his head to boost his master up onto the mattress.

"Fucking hell…" the bluenette hissed.

"Grimmjow, I told you to be on your guard. Had you taken my advice, none of this would have-"

"I know that! Rub it in my face, won't you?!"

"Will you be alright? You must be in pain…"

Grimmjow gritted his teeth and then gripped his sheets in pure anger. That sneaky little weakling took advantage of the situation and got away. Not to mention he had tried to kill him with his own sword before Yammy busted his Reiatsu forcefield and came into the room.

"I'm gonna murder that weak little piece of shit when I see him again…"

Pantera crawled up onto the bed and laid down at the foot of it. Clearly his master needed him, so he would be as close to him as possible tonight.

End Flashback

From the bottom of the large tub, underneath the piping hot water and with his back to the tiled floor, Grimmjow blew bubbles up to the top. He had been trying to distract himself from any lingering thoughts about the Court Guard.

He had escaped three weeks ago. Three! It was time for him to move on from that and get stronger. Because the next time he crossed paths with the rat, he wouldn't hold back.

When he saw Pantera's fluid-like reflection appear above the water, he blew a few bubbles up at him. Pantera took it as a sign that he would be getting a bath, so he decided to leave the bathroom to avoid that happening.

Grimmjow, however, stayed in the tub for a while longer; swimming around underneath the water and soaking his thick-shelled skin as well.

After a while, though, he got pulled the plug out of the tub, and then got out of it. With a thick, white towel, he dried his hair, followed by the rest of his body, before leaving the bathroom as well.

As he laid naked in his bed, which was unnecessarily large for one person, he stared at the spot where he used to see a mess of orange hair sticking out from underneath the blankets when he woke up each morning. Ever since the boy had escaped, things were notably much… duller…

And thanks to him, two weeks ago Aizen had stripped him of his title as an Espada, and said he was on thin ice when it came to his candidacy for kingship in the future. Everything he had been working so hard for was practically being dismantled before his very eyes… "All because of him…!"

Angrily, Grimmjow sat up and called out for a concubine to enter his room.

An orange-haired woman entered and quickly walked over to his side. "How can I please you tonight, my lord?" she asked after bowing.

Her brown eyes met his blue ones, causing Grimmjow to smirk. "You already know what to do." He said.

After dropping her robe, the woman crawled into bed with him and then got on top of him. "Like this?" she asked, wanting to make sure she was positioned correctly.

"That's right." The bluenette responded, and then put his hands behind his head lazily. "Don't make me wait forever. Get to it already."

"R-right." Nervously, the girl grabbed hold of the man's soft, flimsy penis and tried her best to earn some sign of arousal from it, but when her efforts failed, she blushed. "Um… I- I can't do… anything with thi-"

"Sh-shut the hell up!" Grimmjow shouted angrily.

With slightly red-tinted cheeks, he roughly shoved her off of him and turned onto his side.

"Master Jaegerjaques-"

"GET OUT!"

The sound of Grimmjow shouting was something all the palace concubines feared greatly. And that was because he was one of the Espada who had no problem decapitating one of them if he was displeased. Right now, he seemed very embarrassed, and she knew that would only lead to her untimely end if she stayed and tried to console him.

Without hesitation, she slipped off of the bed, grabbed up her robe from off the floor, and then hurried out of the bedroom.

On the bed, Grimmjow was having a hard time dealing with his rather deprived sex drive lately. None of the palace concubines were able to get him going anymore.

Through gritted teeth, he realized that what he wanted, and needed, was the Court Guard. There was something about dominating him that was just so thrilling and entrancing that having sex with the women here couldn't live up to. After three weeks of dealing with them, he got nothing. He was unable to satisfy his sexual appetite with them because they willingly gave it up to him without a fight. There was never a point when any of them defied him simply because they didn't have to power to defend themselves against him.

The Court Guard was different. He was strong. And there had been a process of breaking him in. Not to mention there was always that looming threat of him standing up for himself one day. That was primarily because he, unlike the women, did not accept being a sex slave as his fate. He sought his freedom, and Grimmjow was damned to admit that by a stroke of luck he'd gotten it.

But now that was all gone. The little runt had taken all the excitement with him the night he got away.

Glancing down at his languid and all but erect penis, the bleunette sighed. "What the hell is wrong with me…?" he thought with a look of solemn defeat on his face.


A few days later…

Out in the desert, just a few miles away from Los Noches kingdom, was Grimmjow and his five Fracción.

Today was an all out training day, and Grimmjow decided that he would prove that the term "Espada" didn't mean anything when it came to his strength. Taking on all five of his men at once was the best way to demonstrate that, plus it was the perfect distraction from his failure in the bedroom lately.

"You're open, Grimmjow!" Shawlong said, and then charged the man.

"Think again!" the bluenette retorted, and then jumped into the air evasively.

All of his Fracción looked up in the direction of the sun, where Grimmjow had jumped to.

"I'm losing sight of him!" Edrad, the bulky red-haired one, shouted while covering his eyes protectively.

"Damn! What is that guy planning?!" Di Roy, the shark-toothed man added.

Grimmjow saw his chance and pointed his hand in the direction of his five confused men. The red light of his Cero appeared, and without a second thought, he fired five of them down at them.

One by one, each of the Ceros just barely missed their targets, as he'd intended for them to. When they hit the sand, five explosions erupted and kicked sand up in the process.

Yylfordt, the man with long, light blonde hair, looked up at Grimmjow angrily when he noticed that his hair had taken slight damage. "Are you losing your mind?! We are your subordinates, not your enemies! That was a little too close for comfort!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the sky and the barren land below.

Grimmjow drew his sword and used a Sonído to get behind his screaming follower.

Lifting his white blade, he pressed the cold steel against the other man's neck. "Are you questioning me, Yylfordt?"

After taking a deep gulp, Yylfordt lifted his hands defensively. "Master Grimmjow, calm down! We're not your enemies! I understand you've been frustrated since that kid… I… I mean… since-"

"What was that?!"

"Grimmjow, that's enough! Leave Yylfordt be!" Shawlong interrupted by speeding over to the two.

"Tch!" dismissively, Grimmjow lowered his weapon and then sheathed it. "Get out of my sight, all of you. We're done for today."

Nakeem, Edrad, Di Roy, and Yylfordt all followed that order, realizing that if they didn't, Grimmjow could very well turn on them in a fit of rage.

Shawlong, on the other hand, descended to the sand after his master did and came up beside him.

"Sir, do not think we have not taken note of your behavior since that boy escaped. We all have. And it's been difficult watching you suffer like you have been."

With little interest in Shawlong's words, Grimmjow stuck his hands into his pockets and began walking in the direction of Los Noches, ready to call it a day. He stopped abruptly, though, when he heard the next thing the other man said.

"This isn't the Grimmjow we believe in. That Grimmjow would take back what was his by whatever means necessary!"

With his blue eyes glued to the golden sand below, Grimmjow held his tongue.

"Grimmjow, if that boy was so influential on you, then you should take him back. Storm Seireitei kingdom and force him to return with you."

After turning around and staring Shawlong in the face, Grimmjow spoke, "You always did talk too much. But I never expected to hear such complete nonsense coming from your mouth."

"It's not nonsense. You took him before, even though you knew who he was and where he was from."

"That's because he was alone with two weak ass comrades! It's a different story when he's at home, surrounded by his commanding officers! I don't have the power to storm his kingdom in an attempt to take him back!"

"Do you know what I think, Grimmjow?"

"Enlighten me." Said man responded, uninterested.

"I think you're the one who is talking complete nonsense. You're clearly not the man you once used to be. Following Aizen has made you soft."

Grimmjow quickly grabbed hold of his sword and made to draw it, but he immediately realized that killing Shawlong would be a mistake on his part as he was probably the strongest Fracción he had. Eradicating him would be a foolish move, even for him.

"You've already been dismissed for the day, Shawlong. I suggest you follow the others' example and leave me alone."

"As you wish." The raven-haired man responded, and then headed back to the kingdom ahead of his master.

Once Shawlong had caught up with his fellow Fracción back inside the kingdom, he decided to speak to Yylfordt about a plan he had thought up as they walked through the kingdom, heading for the palace.

Unbeknownst to him, Grimmjow was in earshot as he made his way back up on the roofs of the peasants' homes and stores.

"What's this plan?" Yylfordt asked curiously.

"It's simple. We're going to get the boy back for our master."

"Oh yeah? And how would we go about doing that?"

"We're going to silently storm Seireitei kingdom and take him. However, he won't go without a fight, this I know. So I'll need a scout to go ahead of the battalion and find out a weakness of his. We will use this weakness to bribe him to come back with us."

"Well that sounds like a good plan, but how would we get into the kingdom in the first place? I doubt they'd just let military personnel from our kingdom just waltz right in after what Grimmjow did. Relationships between our kingdoms are strained right now..."

"We'll have to go posed as traders."

"Okay. So what about this scout? Who is that going to- oh no! No, no! Not me! I'm way too noticeable."

"Not if you put on a disguise and mask your Reiatsu. You could enter the kingdom posed as a gypsy or a traveler from the lands to the Western border of the continent. Your mask is the most concealable, after all."

"Why would I want to go through with this, Shawlong?" the blonde asked.

"Because you're obviously the one who can't hold his tongue about what goes on in Master Grimmjow's personal life."

Yylfordt slowed his pace as the two of them got close to the palace. Grimmjow had been pretty insufferable lately. And spending some time away from him did sound appealing.

"Fine. I'll go to Seireitei and find out what I can about this kid. But what should I do once I have?"

"We're going to rendezvous with you inside the kingdom in a few days, and you can join us in the operation to take the boy with us."

With a devious smirk, Yylfordt held out his hand. When Shawlong raised an eyebrow, he decided to clue him in. "If I'm going to be in Seireitei alone for a few days, I'll at least need accommodations. I'm sure you have the extra coin to satisfy those needs, right? This is your plan, remember?"

"Of course. I knew you wouldn't go without some encouragement. Is helping our master not enough for you? And do you not have your own coin to take care of yourself?" the raven-haired man asked, before pulling out his wallet.

"I'm all for keeping my head attached to my shoulders where Grimmjow is concerned, but why should I sacrifice my own money for something you thought up?" Yylfordt asked.

Shawlong pulled out a few golden coins and put them into his comrade's hand. "Do not waste any time. In his current condition, while I don't think he will care where one of his subordinates has disappeared to, Master Grimmjow cannot continue on with the palace concubines alone. If we don't act fast, I don't know what he will do…"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going." Before parting ways, Yylfordt turned to Shawlong. "What do we do if this mission goes wrong?"

With an air of sincerity and seriousness, Shawlong replied, "If we are to fail, at least we'd know we were doing what was necessary for our master's well being."

"Right…"

"Good luck to you, Yylfordt."

"Thanks. Try not to get killed by you know who while I'm gone." The blonde replied.

Without another word, the two of them parted ways; Shawlong heading to the palace, and Yylfordt to the kingdom gates.

Up on the rooftop, Grimmjow, having heard the entire exchange, shook his head as he watched Yylfordt disappear into the crowd of peasants. There was no way this little plan of theirs would work.

Still, it was interesting to see the two more intelligent members of his Fracción working together for his sake.

Dismissive on the matter, he decided to head back to the palace.


Five days following Yylfordt's departure from Los Noches…

It was after dark now in the kingdom, and Grimmjow was in the middle of another attempt with a concubine. While he had been able to get himself excited, this little round of theirs had carried on without climax for at least twenty minutes.

As the woman beneath him moaned, he remained completely uninterested in her.

After a few more thrusts of him overcompensating for his utter lack of attraction to her, Grimmjow was surprised when she reached her limit and cried out in pleasure.

It was so unappealing to him that he immediately pulled out of her.

"Are you alright, My Lord? I can't help but notice that you didn't-"

"Say another word and I'll fire a Cero down your dick hole." The bluenette interrupted.

Looking down, he saw the mess she had made and was unsatisfied about it to say the least. That should have been his mess. She should be the one left feeling used. But no, with a content smile on her face, she was staring up at him.

It was disgusting.

"Get out of my room." He said.

"Y- yes sir!" the woman replied, and got off of the bed.

Just as she was leaving the room, Pantera entered with a bag on his tail.

Staring at his master's backside as he sat up with his knees outspread on the bed, he could already tell what had happened.

"What do you want?" Grimmjow asked, without even needing to turn around.

"I need to talk to you."

"I'm listening."

"You know I only want what's best for you, Grimmjow."

When his panther walked over to the bed, Grimmjow noticed the medical bag of the Court Guard hanging on his tail and sighed. "What the hell am I supposed to do…?" he asked.

Almost surprised at the man's unusual need for another's advice, Pantera lifted the bag and put it down in front of him.

After closing his cerulean eyes for a moment to think, Grimmjow opened them and looked down to his spirit animal.

"Only you know what to do to make yourself happy again, Grimmjow." The panther stated, and then left his master's side. It was no mistake that he left the medical bag in front of the man.


Early dawn.

Shawlong, having convinced the other three members of Grimmjow's Fracción to accompany him, stood with them at the kingdom gates. They were the only ones out at this hour, apart from the gate guards.

Dressed in the humble, and stolen, clothes of a few traders, Di Roy, Nakeem, and Edrad were all on board with the mission to take back what belonged to their master. After all, if he belonged to him, he was also partially theirs as well.

"So where's Yylfordt?" Nakeem, the portliest of the group, asked.

"That's right. He's been missing for near six days." Di Roy added.

"I thought this through not long before his 'disappearance' and decided that he would be the scout of this operation. He is in Seireitei as we speak, collecting intelligence on our target."

"What kind of intelligence?" Edrad asked.

"A weakness. Everyone has one. And we're going to use the Court Guard's weakness against him." Shawlong replied.

"That seems like a cowardly thing to do." Di Roy commented.

"It is assurance that he will come with us, and a necessary step to prevent the Court Guard Captains from interfering with this mission. If he does not fight, no one will know he's in danger."

"Whatever the means, I'm getting that Court Guard back."

Shawlong, Di Roy, Edrad, and Nakeem all turned at the sound of that voice, and were surprised to see their master walking towards them.

"Master Grimmjow!" Shawlong said.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Said man responded. "Tell me, did you really think I didn't know what was going on when Yylfordt disappeared? I've known about this little plan of yours the whole time."

"I… Master, are you planning to accompany us?"

"What the fuck does it look like?"

"Your… interference was not anticipated… I don't know how we're going to smuggle you into Seireitei…"

"We've got this big ass wagon full of hay." Edrad said, referring to the wagon they had stolen from one of the merchants in town. "Hide him in there until we get inside the kingdom."

Everyone turned to Grimmjow expectantly.

"You expect me to hide away like some coward while my prey is waiting for me?" the bluenette asked angrily.

"It would only be temporary. We'll need you to mask your Reiatsu when we reach the outskirts of Seireitei, which should be when we reach the grassy plains." Shawlong replied.

Grimmjow stuck his hands into his pockets. "Fine! But I'm not staying in that damned thing for too long!"

"That's fine. You should be able to move about freely when we enter the kingdom, so long as you keep your Reiatsu hidden. And…" After remembering that no one in Seireitei had skeletal masks or holes on their bodies, Shawlong walked over to one of the stores and entered it, breaking the lock on the door to do so.

It took a moment, but he found what he was looking for.

Upon coming back to the group, in his hand he held a large, brown, hooded cloak and held it out in Grimmjow's direction. "You'll need to wear this if you're going to be searching for the Court Guard."

"The hell I will! Get that thing out of my face!" the bluenette replied.

"Master Grimmjow, please be more cooperative. You'll stand out like a sore thumb with your mask exposed. Ours are concealed beneath these hideous getups, so you should do the same. At least you'd look mysterious and dark; unlike we do in our attire."

"We look like fucking idiots." Di Roy added.

Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow snatched the cloak from Shawlong and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Let's get moving! I want to reach Seireitei by the end of the day." He said.

"Right." Shawlong agreed.

With Seireitei in his sights, Grimmjow exited Los Noches with his men behind him. It was time for him to reclaim his sexual spark that was in the form of an orange-haired weakling.