Title: Forsaken
Author: Tara Kitaide
genre: romance/angst/tragedy
Pairing: Renji x Ichigo/Grimmjow x Renji
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be so cool to own bleach? Unfortunately, I don't. If I did, there'd be hot yaoi smut every chapter.
Warning: Yaoi, language, fantasy violence
Rating: M for possible yaoi scenes
Dedication: To my fans! I love you all!
-/-/-/-
"Mitsuji-kun, you're finally here."
Mitsuji looked up at the throne he knew would be occupied by Aizen. The evil man smiled down at him with that sickly devious smile that he gave all the Arrancar. "You needed me, sir?" Mitsuji's voice dripped with loathing and it must have showed. Grimmjow looked at him for a moment out of the corner of his eye and he could feel Ulquiorra's glare burn into him.
"What's wrong Mitsuji-kun? You don't look so good." Aizen asked with false sympathy.
Mitsuji knew he must have been a wreak. He was sure his eyes were red and even his hair must have been messy but right now, all he cared about was getting out of there. Mitsuji glared at Aizen. He wouldn't bother responding.
"Ah, he's fine. We were just doing some training earlier and I beat him. He's still pissed." Grimmjow covered for him.
"I see. You should know better then to pout, Mitsuji-kun." Even though Aizen said this, Mitsuji knew he didn't buy it. The bastard knew everything that went on, why shouldn't he know about this?
"Now that we are all here," Aizen started. "There has been some changes."
Mitsuji's ears perked at this. He couldn't help but ask. "What sort of changes?"
Aizen rest his head against his hand and smirked. "Changes regarding you, Mitsuji-kun."
Mitsuji didn't like the sound of that. It made his skin crawl. "Me?"
"Yes, you." Mitsuji could see the amused glint in Aizen's eyes as he spoke. What he wouldn't give to wipe that smug look off his face. "As of now, Kurosaki Ichigo is under your watch." Mitsuji nodded miserably. "Well as of now, I'm putting him under Grimmjow's watch. I need you for other matters."
Mitsuji's eyes grew big as Aizen's smirk seemed to grow. He looked down, a sick feeling now in the pit of his stomach and a heavy weight on his chest. Grimmjow watched as Mitsuji gulped uneasily. Mitsuji knew the nature of Grimmjow's obsession with the young Shinigami. All Grimmjow focused on, all Grimmjow trained for, was to kill Ichigo. Mitsuji had never seen the two go at it but he knew from what he heard of their previous fight that allowing Grimmjow to live was the biggest mistake Ichigo could have ever made.
"Oi! Mitsuji!"
Mitsuji snapped out of it when Grimmjow elbowed his side, whispering harshly. He looked at Grimmjow, his eyes still slightly wide before scanning the room quickly to find all eyes on him.
He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, regaining his composure. Grimmjow looked at him and couldn't help but feel worried but his worry was overwhelmed by something much stronger. Excited was too tame a word. Thrilled, ecstatic, anxious, there was no word to describe how great he felt. Adrenaline pumped through his veins just thinking of fighting the orange-haired shinigami. He would kill that brat. He would tear him apart piece by piece, limb by limb. Then Mitsuji would forget all about the brat and go back to the way he use to be. Thing would be back to the way they were suppose to be.
"Yes sir." Mitsuji said. His voice was strong but Grimmjow detected the slight tremor in it. "Understood."
"Good. You two are dismissed. The rest of us have... other matters to discuss."
Mitsuji turned abruptly before Aizen had even completed his sentence, not even bothering to bow or nod. He needed to get out of there and soon or he would break. Possibly even lash out at that smug bastard smirking down at him and he didn't not want to face off against every Espada and Arrancar in the room.
Grimmjow wasn't far behind him. They were walking through the door, all eyes on their backs when Aizen spoke out, stopping them.
"Grimmjow." He said. Grimmjow looked over his shoulder at Aizen but Mitsuji didn't bother. "I'm counting on you a great deal. Don't get too... carried away."
Mitsuji's skin crawled, the way Aizen pronounced those words. He felt sick again. Almost like someone was chocking him.
Grimmjow nodded and turned back around. "Yes sir."
Mitsuji looked at Grimmjow and his sickened feeling was replaced by a high amount of fear.
The Sexta Espada had that malicious grin on his face. His eyes confirmed Mitsuji's fears. It was the same grin, same look, as when he had first layed eyes on Ichigo after punching out Rukia. It was the same look as when Grimmjow fought Ichigo a second time in the human world, almost blowing off Rukia's head when she tried to help, and it was the same look he gave when he fought Ichigo in his released form. It was the desire and lust to fight, to kill.
All Mitsuji could do was look away as worry coiled in his gut and follow Grimmjow out of that horrid room.
-/-/-/-
Grimmjow was on a euphoric high of adrenaline. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, the adrenaline rushing through his veins pushed him to walk faster. There were several times when Mitsuji had to run to catch up to him but Grimmjow didn't notice. His mind was set on Ichigo, going through all the possible scenarios of the shinigami's torture. He wouldn't let the brat off easy... no, Aizen still wanted him alive but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with him.
He wanted to train but he knew Mitsuji was in no shape to spare and he had to start his watch on the kid soon so he didn't have much time. That was okay though. He knew another way he could relieve himself.
Grimmjow looked back at Mitsuji and smiled a little. It was no longer that crazy malicious grin from before but Mitsuji could still see that dangerous glint in Grimmjow's eyes. He looked down and followed quietly.
"Oi, Mitsuji." Grimmjow fell back a little, now walking beside Mitsuji instead of in front of him. "Come on, what's with the long face? I thought you'd be relieved."
Mitsuji sighed and opened his mouth but all that came out was a grunt. He looked up and then back down before shaking his head.
"Mitsuji?" Grimmjow put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him. Mitsuji didn't look up at him. He was sure he'd still see that look in the Espada's eyes. "Oi! Mitsuji! What the hell's yer problem?"
Mitsuji opened his mouth again but this time only a sigh came out. He shook his head but this time spoke. "It's really nothing Grimm. I'm just tired from before."
"Bullshit." Grimmjow scoffed. "Just tell me now and get it off your chest."
Mitsuji fell silent, his eyes focused on the perfectly cut square tiles that made up the floor. He still felt sick just thinking about it. First the brat crying, him almost striking him, and now the change in Grimmjow. It was all happening fast. Way too fast for him.
"Don't tell me," Grimmjow growled. Mitsuji could detect what almost sounded like disgust in the Espada's voice. "that you're worried?"
The word caught Mitsuji off guard. Worried? Was he worried? There was really no other way to explane it but why should he be worried? He hated that damn brat! Why should he care whether or not he got hurt... or died...
Mitsuji looked up at Grimmjow and they were both surprised at the look in each other's eyes.
Grimmjow's desire to kill and destroy was still there as well as anger but there was a little of something else. Something Mitsuji never thought he'd seen in the blue haired Espada before. There was worry and even jealousy. Not only that, but if Mitsuji wasn't mistaken, that shine in his eyes... that was love...
Mitsuji's eyes had changed as well from the normal cocky coolness. He had a look of absolute sorrow and not only in his eyes but his face too. The dark lines under his eyes and paleness of his skin showed signs of stress. There was also confusion, anger and... worry...
Grimmjow reached out and ran a hand through Mitsuji's long crimson hair. It seemed as though even it was losing it's shine. Mitsuji sighed and looked down again but his chin was seized by Grimmjow's other hand. It slowly lifted his face up to Grimmjow's, their lips now centimeters apart.
"Come on." Grimmjow said lightly against Mitsuji's lips. "let's go back to my place. Just the two of us."
Mitsuji nodded and closed his eyes. He knew it was no use trying to talk Grimmjow out of anything. "Let's go then."
In an instant, they were flash-stepping down the hall, still holding on to each other. Grimmjow's place wasn't too far away anyway. After all, they had been walking for quite some time and Grimmjow kept walking so fast he might as well had been running. When they stopped just outside the door, Grimmjow had to let go of Mitsuji to fish for his key. He cursed and stomped his foot until he had found it, quickly sticking it in and turning the lock. He walked in first but held the door open as Mitsuji came in.
The red head sat on Grimmjow's bed. This room, he noted, was not too different from Ichigo's or his own. It seemed the former shinigami capitan had absolutely no sense of fashion or individuality and favored white above all else. It was rather depressing.
Grimmjow turned on a light next to the bed, the yellow light shining oddly bright in the dim gray room. Mitsuji hung his head, looking idly down at his hands as Grimmjow rummaged around. He wanted to ask despite his fear of the answer. He couldn't help but worry about Ichigo and it killed him because he didn't know why. He didn't know why he cared so much or worried about his well being but it pissed him off. Maybe he really was...
Mitsuji shook his head, clearing his thoughts. No! He thought angrily to himself. No, no, no! I'm NOT that Renji fucker! My name is Mitsuji! Mitsuteru Mitsuji! I'm an Arrancar, not a shinigami!
Grimmjow came back from whatever he was doing and stood in front of Mitsuji. Mitsuji slowly looked up at him, scanning his beautiful image before looking Grimmjow in the eyes. Grimmjow smirked down at him but it was half-hearted. "Are you okay?" He asked even though he already knew the answer.
Mitsuji nodded and lied down, sighing from the relief on his back. Grimmjow took the hint and crawled into bed with him, hovering sensuously over the redhead. "It's been a long damn time." Grimmjow said, placing a kiss on Mitsuji's neck. "I don't think I'll be able to go slow."
Mitsuji chuckled and buried a hand in Grimmjow's hair. "That's fine. Not like you're gonna break me, I ain't fragile." He sighed and rolled his head to the side, allowing Grimmjow better access. "You don't have to go easy Grimmjow, do whatever you want to me."
Grimmjow looked up at him, his groin beginning to swelling with excitement at those words. "Anything?" Mitsuji nodded and Grimmjow grinned. "So I can fuck you from behind or against the wall or even fuck your face?"
"Yes." Mitsuji took Grimmjow's hand and licked his fingers, running the calloused tips over his bottom lip. "Fuck me however you want Grimmjow, where ever you want. Just do something for me?"
Grimmjow groaned when Mitsuji's tounge poked out from behind his lips to lap at his fingers. He looked at Mitsuji was clouded lustful eyes and nodded. "Anything."
Mitsuji paused and kissed Grimmjow's lips hard. "Fuck me hard." He whispered against the Espada's lips. "Fuck me so hard it hurts. Fuck me until I can't think. Fuck me until I forget... forget everything else..." Until I forget him...
Grimmjow groaned and attached to Mitsuji's mouth, roughly shoving his tounge in. Mitsuji sighed into Grimmjow's mouth and returned the pressure, running his hand through the man's hair and pushing him in deeper. He needed something to get away from it all and what Grimmjow was providing was more then adequate.
"Alright." The Espada grinned. "Just as long as you keep talking like that. It's fuckin' hot."
Mitsuji groaned as Grimmjow sent open mouth kisses down his neck. His mind became clouded with lust until he couldn't think straight. Grimmjow made his way to the hole in Mitsuji's neck, identical to the one Ulquiorra wore. He licked around the rim like he would a glass and slipped his tounge inside. This always proved to be the most sensitive part of Mitsuji.
In seconds, the Red head was gripping the sheets, his hard on straining against the folds of his uniform. Grimmjow tweaked both of his nipples while he continued his licking. Mitsuji gave a low deep moan before whining and pushing against Grimmjow's head.
"You're so needy." The Espada grinned. "What is it you want? You want this?" He reached down and squeezed Mitsuji's erection, earning a strangled moan.
Mitsuji opened his eyes which stayed heavily lidded. He licked his lips and rolled his head to the side, groaning. "Grimmjow..."
"I can't hear you." Grimmjow moved his hand up Mitsuji's cock once. The tortured Red head groaned again before trying to form a coherent thought.
"Please... Grimm, please."
"Please what?"
Mitsuji gave a frustrated groan and covered his face with his hands. "You're such an ass hole!"
"Oh, so is that how you feel?" Grimmjow teased. "If that's the case," He lifted his hand from Mitsuji's cock. "I guess you really don't want--"
"NO! Grimmjow, fuck me now damn it! Just don't stop!"
"Oh. Okay then. You should have said so."
Mitsuji glared at him lazily before taking his shirt off. It was much like Grimmjow's only longer and zipped up to the point where you could only see his tattoos. After making work of his top, he tugged on Grimmjow's which came off much easier.
When their tops were off, Mitsuji was relieved to feel the skin to skin contact. The heat radiating off Grimmjow's body was a welcome wake up call for his senses. He could run his hands down Grimmjow's back and grip his hips with ease. In some part of his mind, Mitsuji realized his pants were being untied but he didn't pay any mind. He just kept trying to get closer to the sweet friction Grimmjow's cock was providing.
Grimmjow smirked at Mitsuji's feeble attempts. It was amusing to watch him so whoreishly try to thrust himself into his cock. Grimmjow ground back a few times to keep him on edge but never would he let him win, This was Grimmjow's game and they'd play it by his rules.
When he tugged down Mitsuji's pants, he laughed at the squeaks and whimpers the other produced. He made short work of his own pants before grinding himself into Mitsuji who moaned loudly.
"Grimmjow... oh, please don't stop..." Mitsuji tossed his head, throwing his arms above him where they were caught in one hand by Grimmjow. Mercilessly, he was thrust against over and over. He was getting close but it was too soon. He had to will himself not to come.
"You're such a whore, Mitsuji. Look at you. You just can't wait until my cock's in your ass, can you?" Grimmjow breathed. "Such a slut."
Mitsuji groaned and kept thrusting harder, faster. Of course he wanted Grimmjow inside him. Anything to forget the pain. Anything to keep his mind at bay. "Please, Grimmjow." He begged. "I need it, Grimmjow please. Fuck me now."
"Well, sense you asked so nicely..." Grimmjow lifted Mitsuji's ass and aligned himself with his puckering hole. The red head gasped and looked at him with fear. "You said you wanted it to hurt." Grimmjow reminded him. "I don't go back on my promises."
Mitsuji laid back down and nodded. "Yes." He sighed. "Please, Grimmjow."
"Thatta boy." Grimmjow slapped his ass.
Mitsuji whimpered, preparing himself for the pain to come. When Grimmjow began to slowly move himself inside, it hurt ever so slightly but as he got deeper and deeper, the pain became more evident. He gasped and squirmed, covering his eyes to hide the tears that rushed to his eyes. "Don't stop moving, Grimmjow, just fuck me!"
"Easy for you to say." The Sexta Espada moaned. "You're so fucking tight I don't think I can move."
Mitsuji tried to relax a little but it didn't help much. After several minutes, Grimmjow began moving his hips roughly. Mitsuji gasped and groaned but not for long. Amidst the mind numbing pain there was pleasure threading through him. It was heightened when Grimmjow succeeded in pounding his prostate a few times.
"Nn! Grimmjow, harder!" He moaned.
Grimmjow grunted and bit Mitsuji's neck. His own orgasm was fast approaching. He began adding speed and force to his thrusts, making Mitsuji cry out again and again.
Instantly, bright orange hair and chocolate brown eyes came into his mind. He knew what he was thinking. He knew at that moment he'd want nothing more to be pounding into that tight heat. The kid was probably still a virgin too. Oh how he wanted...
Mitsuji shook his head and forced himself to look up at Grimmjow whose eyes were clenched closed in pleasure. No. He couldn't be thinking of him. He didn't want to think about fucking him or being fucked in return. He didn't want to think about his face as he came or imagine kissing him like Grimmjow was now kissing him. He didn't...
Stop it, stop it, stop it!
Mitsuji's thought's were momentarily forgotten as Grimmjow wrapped his hand around his erection and pumped it. It wasn't long after though that this new sensation heightened his fantasies and made him moan. Ichigo! He screamed in his head, unable to erase his name. Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo!
He wanted so bad to scream it out but forced himself not to. Grimmjow would probably stop if he did. He found himself uttering unrecognizable syllables instead, an adequate substitute. "Haa...Iii... Ich...go..."
With a scream and that shook his body, Mitsuji tightened around Grimmjow and spilled over both of their chests. It wasn't long before Grimmjow came after him, growling Mitsuji's name twice.
Mitsuji lay painting. His head began swirling with ecstasy. It wasn't hard to get caught up in this high and forget all his previous thoughts. It also wasn't hard to forget where he was and the control he'd held before.
Grimmjow fell onto Mitsuji, still deep inside. His breath began to even out as he breathed in deep Mitsuji's sent. With a clean hand, he ran his fingers though the vibrant red hair and across the smooth bone mask. Gently he kissed his lover's neck.
It was a whisper, not even that, but Grimmjow's sharp ears caught it. As Mitsuji lay with his eyes closed, he let out a quiet whimper hat made Grimmjow's blood boil.
"Ichigo..."
-/-/-/-
"Everyone is ready sir."
Ukitake looked up at Rukia from Kaien's shrine and nodded. He turned back to the shrine and bowed. He knew it didn't do any good to pray to someone he knew wasn't there. Kaien's soul was practically eaten by the hollow. There was no way it could have been re-incarnated or gone back through the system but it gave him piece of mind. He was sure Rukia felt the same was as he watched the small girl come to kneel next to him.
"Nii-sama said Rikichi volunteered." Rukia spoke in a soft voice as she faced the shrine. "Hitsugaya-taichou, Kyoraku-taichou, and Zaraki-taichou are ready as well as Hanataro Yamada with the fourth squad. Urahara has the gate ready to go. It's just a matter of opening the gate without Yamamoto-sou-taichou's notice."
"That will not be a problem." Ukitake bowed his head before standing. "I've already sent a notice that the gate is to be opened. Only the second squad knows this and SoiFon-taichou is on our side. We leave soon."
"Yes, sir." She nodded to her capitan before bowing to the shrine and standing. "Sir... what if Renji and Ichigo... what if they're--"
"Then we'll attempt to rescue Orihime Inoue and whatever is left of them. If they have... become experiments of Aizen's, we have no choice but to... be sure they don't cause the soul society harm."
Rukia's heart leapt in pain at that. She knew if worse came to worse then she'd have no choice. She'd have to kill a friend... again...
"I don't think I can do that taichou." She whispered.
"I know." Ukitake touched her shoulder and looked at her with sympathy. "You don't have to this time Rukia. If it comes to that, Byakuya or I will take care of it."
Rukia looked from her taichou to the shrine of her ex-fukutaichou. She nodded as her resolve strengthened. "No. Taichou. I'll do it."
Ukitake looked at her for a long while before nodding and gathering his Zampaku-to, fitting it in the sash under his capitan's robe. "Let's go, Rukia. We'll save them not matter what."
-/-/-/-
All was accounted for at the gate as Rukia and her Taichou arrived followed by Shunsui Kyoraku. All eyes were turned to them as well as grins from a few.
Rikichi and Hanataro were smiling at Rukia who walked to them and smiled as well. The young medic touched her arm in sympathy. Rukia thanked him quietly.
"Alright! Time to go slay some Arrancar and save that punk Ichigo's ass." Kenpatchi was grinning but Yachiru was asleep on his back. They had arranged to leave very early in the morning.
"If all goes right." Ukitake agreed.
Byakuya looked at his sister but said nothing, cool and collected as usual. Rikichi could tell his real concerns though. The third seat looked at Ukitake and added "Renji-san too! We have to bring him back as well."
"Yes, and Abarai-fukutaichou." the white haired man agreed. "We'll both bring them back no matter what."
There was a tense moment of silence before the gates creaked and slowly began to open, revealing the path to the human world.
Rukia's heart beat painfully in her chest. Soon they would be taken to Hueco Mundo by Urahara and after that, the future was unclear. Would Ichigo and Renji be alive? Would they be them? What if they died? What is she died? What if not everyone came back in one piece? What if they failed?
Rikichi, sensing Rukia's worry, grabbed her hand and held it tightly. "Renji-san is alive and waiting for us. Ichigo-san too. We're going to bring them back, Rukia-san. Don't worry."
Rukia smiled at him again like before and nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Rikichi-san."
The boy grinned before letting her hand go and walking through the gate to the human world with the rest of the shinigami.
A/N: Sorry this take an incredibly long time. When it comes to writing smut, my brain freezes and I wanted this one to be good.
I'm watching United Flight 93 with my mom so I'm constantly running between the computer and T.V to write this so I'm sorry if it's bad. lol I know it's been about a year sense I wrote this but... eh...
Much love!
Tara Kitaide