Running far and fast, I couldn't stop. My feet moved on their own. This was a nightmare, I realized that, but I couldn't stop! Why couldn't I wake up?!
Wake up. Please wake up.
Was I awake now? But...Where the hell was I? Blistering white sands and moon with dark sky around. Hn...oh no...Hueco Mundo. Something caught my attention, a cloud of dust in the distance. Getting closer and closer by the second. Shit.
I twitched, almost wanting to laugh nervously as whatever it was was now behind me.
"Kurosaki...figures." It was Grimmjow. Lucky lucky me (note the sarcam). "They said there was a threat, if I knew it was you-I wouldn't have bothered." I glared at him, bastard. "I'll bet you know where the door is, you can let yourself out." Grimmjow smirked and started walking away.
"Bastard!" I threw a rock at him, smacking him on the back of his head easily. "I could whoop your ass any day!" He turned around slowly, his shoulders rigid... we met eyes, oh he was mad, he was really really mad. Before I could even draw Zangestu, he had jumped me, putting his claws to my throat.
"Grimmjow, what are you doing to our guest?" Grimmjow prickled as someone spoke. He let out a growl, simply freezing, his claws grazing my skin, and giving me goosebumps. "Let him up."
"No." Grimmjow's claw drew a little blood.
"Grimmjow." The panther was reprimanded by Aizen's steely stare. Grimmjow growled under his breath and let me up, dragging me to my feet as he stood. "Welcome Kurosaki." Aizen greeted, I just gave him a glare. "Won't you come to the castle?" More of a statement that I was coming with them whether I liked it or not. Shit. "Grimmjow, it seems you've messed him up pretty bad. Take him to your chambers to clean up."
"Why me?" He grumbled.
"Grimmjow."
"Fine." Grimmjow grabbed my arm.
"Let go!" I managed to snatch away from him as soon as we go into the castle. Aha! I caught him off guard! I took off down the hall. Get away and get out-yeah that was the plan!
"Get back here!" Not. Why was he so damn fast?! Come on! ...Ow! "You little bastard!" He had tackled me to the floor, slamming my head on the floor, grinding it into the dirt.
"Stop it!" I kicked backwards, nailing him in the shin, which he seemed not to feel.
"Fucking brat." Grind, grind, my head right into the floor.
"Stop it!" I managed to flip around, swinging wildly. I got him this time with an elbow to the face. Haha. ...OW! He smashed my head back down on the floor again. I grit my teeth, holding back the tears that wanted to come out as a response to pain.
"Stop sniveling, brat." He picked me up, boosting me over his shoulder. The side of my head was doing a mix of burning and throbbing, as Grimmjow carried me back down the hall. I touched the side of my head, flinching at the pain and finding...blood. "Fucking kids, fucking Aizen. I'm getting tired of this shit." Grimmjow growled to himself. I was just staring at my bloody hand with facination. "Finally quieted down, have you?" Grimmjow bumped me on his shoulder.
"It's kinda pretty." I murmured, still watching the blood trickling across my hand.
"What are you talking about?" He bumped me again, some of the blood from my head dropping on him, "Ew! Did you just spit on me?!" He rubbed the blood, "What," and then he seemed to establish it was blood on his hand not spit, "is this-" He pulled me off of his shoulder, looking at me, "Shit! Why are you bleeding?!"
"You should know." I answered lazily with a short glare. I felt a droplet scurrying down my face and quickly wiped at it, flinching when I touched the wound.
"Don't touch it, dumbass!" Grimmjow snapped, grabbing my hand. I glared, and wiped at the cut again with my other hand. Ow. That actually hurt a lot. Grimmjow hissed like a cat and grabbed my other hand too. I tried to yank away from him, but he just tightened his grip. Ow! I bit my lip, wincing in his hold. "You pain in the ass!"
"Well sooorry someone made me bleed!" I snapped back.
"Fucking kid." He literally growled under his breath, then found a rope and started tying my hands behind my back.
"What are you doing?!" I demanded, though the answer was obvious-he was tying me up!
"I'm following orders!" He hissed. I squirmed in his grip, grabbing at his hands, and whipping this way and that. "Stop it!" He raised his hand. I flinched, closing my eyes and waiting for the smack. "That was a warning." I heard him take a deep breath, and opened my eyes to see him lowering his hand. "Now stop it." I froze, trying to decide my next move. What to do?! What to do?!
His hand finding itself at my robe belt snapped me out of my thoughts, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Following orders."
"What orders!?"
"Just shut up."
...Run. Yeah, it was definitely time to run. I let out a yell, taking off, finding it indescribably hard to run with my hands tied up.
"Damn it!" Grimmjow roared and before I got anywhere, he had hooked his claws on the back of my pants. Like tossing a sack of potatoes, he flung me backwards...Splash! Right into...a bath? Grimmjow took off his shirt and stomped in next to me, "Fucking brat. Just can't listen, can you?" He twisted my arms up as he removed my shirt.
"Ow! My arms don't twist like that!" He ignored me, so I tried something else, "The rope! It's cutting me!"
"Stop whining." He ripped down my pants, "White. Not very adventurous, are you?" He said, looking at my pale legs.
"Oh shut up! Give me my pants back!"
"You'll get them back once you're clean."
"Clean?" I was almost insulted.
"Yeah, as in not dirty..." He wiped the white dirt off my neck, "Or bloody." I flinched again as he put the wash cloth to my head, surprised when his touch was actually gentle..."I really got you good, huh?" He said with a smile as he examined the cut.
"Shut up." I sneered. Feh. Stupid cat.
"Well, it's not bleeding anymore." He murmured and licked it...LICKED IT! "Yep, old blood."
"Ewwwwwww!" He jumped as I screamed.
"What?"
"You liiiiicked me!" He raised an eyebrow at my whine.
"Uuuuh...and?"
"Normal people don't like other people!"
"A: How else was I supposed to tell if the blood was fresh or not? And B: We're not people."
"You didn't have to lick it!" I turned away from him, trying to put some distance between us.
"Hey! I'm not done with you." He grabbed the rope, pulling me back to him.
"Well I'm done with you! Leggo!"
Grimmjow glared, grabbing some kind of sponge, "You're not clean yet!" With each word, he made a swipe at my skin with the sponge.
"Aye! Not cool!" I snapped at him, squirming wetly in his hands.
"Be still!" He reached under the water, gripping my inner thigh.
"Hey! That is my personal-" He lost grip, putting a rough stroke up my thigh, making my voice squeak, "space!"
Grimmjow laughed, "What kind of noise was that?"
"Shut-" Rub and my voice cracked again, "up!"
"Haha! Is there a button?" Grimmjow teased. I didn't think he really understood...until he grabbed what wasn't his. I felt my jaw drop. What the FUCK?!
"Don't touch there!" He eyed me silently, "Let go!"
"Why are you so turned on?"
"Its normal when you-" I gasped when he squeezed softly, "touch it!" My voice was trying to leave me, understandably so... "Aahn! Let go..."
"what foolish human talk." He responded, his hand getting a firmer grip. I tried to crouch down in the water, but it wasn't happening. For he simply supped my back-end, holding me aloft in the water, and at his mercy. I yelped, his hands did not belong in either place!
I whined for him to let me go again, which he ignored as his hand stroked my loins, slow and hard. Fuck, this was getting dangerous. I tried to grab at him and he calmly drew his hand back up. Oh god. Fuck me. I mean! Fuck this!
I bit out his name, starting to pant, feeling my pulse speed up as he continued his strokes. He rubbed my backside , leaning his chin over my shoulder to laugh huskily in my ear as I quivered. "Grim-" I yelped as he pressed one finger inside, "jow! ...no...no..." Another yelp was released when the second digit slid in.
"Heh, you're wet."
"We're in a, ah, ah," Fuck, "bath!"
"I mean inside. Up here." I moaned lowly when he ground his fingers inside me. Agh, how could that possibly feel good? "Looks like I really found your buttons." He turned me around to face him, wearing a sly grin as he pressed his fingers out and then in. I gasped, trembling under the wave of pleasure.
"Say my name again." He commanded, hooking his arms behind my thighs, lining his pelvice to mine.
"Don't you dare!"
"Oh, but you want it bad." He said, his crown teasing my entrance, "Say my name." I whimpered, trying to resist my need for more pleasure. "say it." He insisted.
I took in a shuddering breath, "Grimmjow." I whispered.
"Can't hear you." He sing-songed, rubbing his head against me.
"Fuck you!"
"What was that?" He dragged another whimper from me. My orgasm just needed that final push, oh god.
"Grimmjow." He thrusted inside. OH GOD.
The end!
Author's Note: Just curious, out of the chapters so far, which is your favorite?! Please answer! :D