Disclaimer: I do not own anything of BLEACH and its characters. This is merely my own interpretation of happenings, a work of fun and curiosity.

Story 3 - Primal tender

"...I swear this wasn't my intention..." Gin whispered as he slowly bent down towards the man. The bed creaked quietly under his weight and he hesitated for another breathtaking second before leaning down fully and covering Grimmjow's parted mouth with his lips to coax him into a kiss.

The arrancar blinked, drawing back after the initial shock and he stared at Gin confusedly. "Whawas that?" He asked, jumbling his words together in his haste to know. He scowled and scrambled to sit up but Gin wouldn't have it now. He pressed him down again and kissed his face, the hierro that shielded him from cuts and blasts of attacks, yet was not insensitive to a caress.

"A kiss, Grimmjow. A kiss." Gin whispered. He would be glad to instruct him on this, on the fine arts of desire, and learn himself because truth be told, sex was not common in Soul Society. Most Shinigami were so busy with their duties and training that they lacked a sex-drive entirely - though they were not sexless or indifferent, obviously. Gin himself had been that way. He had known Rangiku long and he knew the woman was special, important to him and he also saw how strikingly beautiful she was. Yet the thought of her, the sight of her never aroused him.

Unlike now, when he loomed over the shivering ex-Sexta, losing count of the nerves suddenly on fire in his body. And he knew, from the strength of it, the heat spreading through every fiber of his being, that there was no stopping or changing this now. When he gave in to himself he had stepped past the proverbial point of no return and, as shocked as he was, he was loving it.

"Wha's it?" Grimmjow muttered anxiously, trying to draw back from the strange new pressure of lust seeping from Gin's form. He hadn't expected that. Was that his own doing? What had he awakened in the man?

Gin lifted his hand and cupped his face where the hollow mask remained hard and bone-white on his flesh. "I want you." He said, quietly, with some new force of lust in his voice. Grimmjow swallowed around the lump in his throat because hearing it out loud like that made him want to turn to his fours and press his hips backwards. Gin ran his thumb along the edge of the mask and Grimmjow shrank some, shivering uncontrollably.

"Don't touch that!" He hissed but he was unable to turn his head away.

"Why? Does it hurt?" Gin asked patiently as his fingers mapped the surface of the remnant.

"No, just..." Grimmjow struggled with breathing evenly. "Just... it's different. Don't touch it. Just... hurry up! That's not... that's not how you're supposed to touch me!"

"Grimmjow." Gin didn't make an effort to look menacing yet the arrancar stopped blabbering and just glared weakly. "I'm not one of your kind. You can't expect me to act like I was. If something feels bad or hurts, I won't do it. Well? Is it bad? When I touch you this way?"

"Of course it is!" Grimmjow tried to snarl. It came out half-hearted and he was going redder in the face by the second. "Shit, can't you just..." He turned his head to the side and pressed his lips together for a long while. He glared off towards the wall and hesitated. Gin wouldn't stop caressing the mask and his face so he eventually got out in a defeated whisper, "That's too damn gentle..."

"Really?" Gin drew his hand back, understanding the problem. "Do you think it's emasculating when I touch you that way?" At Grimmjow's puzzled expression he elaborated. "Do you feel like less of a man from a gentle touch?"

"I... I guess..." Grimmjow wasn't sure because one half of him was raging that he was no female and didn't need to be treated like he was made of glass, but the softness was intriguing, his skin prickling with excitement at the new sensation.

"Let's not forget ruthlessness is not a key factor when determining one's gender. You also know that. You've met ruthless females before, for sure. I think you are nervous because you've never been touched gently before." Gin said as he brushed his hand through his hair very softly. Grimmjow sighed at the caress, despite himself. "And you've never touched gently before. We don't have the time and the energy for restraint in the violent lives we live. Fear, pain, anger and destruction... yet I show you care and fondness and you are drawn to it, do you know what that means?"

"I don't know at all." Grimmjow said quickly, tilting his head away, scrambling to move from Gin. "Stop that, stop touching me..." He tried to push him away but his hand got stuck on his chest. He pressed his fingers against him firmly and dragged his spread out hand down the middle of his torso. Excitement shook him yet again and he swayed his hips upon instinct, his eyes flickering to the side.

"You can't resist attraction." Gin taunted with easy dominance. He carefully bent down towards him again. Their noses brushed eventually. It was electrifying, the heat and slowness of the moment, Grimmjow felt it now. "If your instinct is to have me take you..." He slowly pressed their lips together and into Grimmjow's warm mouth he whispered, "...then mine is to devour you whole..."

"Uhnn..." Grimmjow's groan was lazy, yet desperate as the man opened his mouth wider and welcomed Gin's tongue inside. It was fumbling and nervous at first, the arrancar struggling to match the slow, patient pace of Gin's tongue brushing every, every unknown sensitive spot in there. He couldn't believe how good that felt, how hot his spine burned from just little wicked pets of such an insignificant muscle.

Yet, the wetness of it felt carnal and dirty and Grimmjow eventually got lost in the moment, his hand buried in Gin's silver hair as he strained his mouth to open wider, strained his tongue to touch Gin's better. When the man pulled back, he would drag him down or strain up for more, determined and desperate to feel that heat again.

Gin, feeling that Grimmjow won't let him move from his mouth, complied to his needy lover and instead used his hand to excite him further. Holding himself up on his elbow, he traced the unharmed patches of skin on Grimmjow's torso, small touches, for the outside looker almost meaningless, like the first questions of two people's first meeting. But Grimmjow twitched for every single one of them, beginning to shift his body this way and that in search for Gin's hand. His touch was cold and strange. Yet, when he dragged his hand along the inside of his thigh just once, Grimmjow had to yank his head back from the kiss to howl in excitement. His legs continued to shake and he kept wheezing even as he struggled to gain control over his breathing and body once more.

"Are all of you this sensitive?" Gin wondered as he took that opportunity to follow his touches with kisses of his thin, smooth lips on Grimmjow's torso.

"How should I know?" Grimmjow growled, groping Gin's silver hair as he peered down at what he was up to. His skin burned under his kisses and he hissed softly. He tilted his head away and lifted his hand from Gin's scalp to brush some of his blue hair out of his eyes. "...never felt this way before, alright?" He mumbled, resting his hand on the pillow beside his head. His mouth was so wet. Spit was dripping down his chin. God, that felt so dirty and good. "Your hand is... is..."

"Mm..." Gin lifted his head and kissed his throat. His mouth was damp, his breath and tongue brushing Grimmjow's skin.

"Oh, fuck..." Grimmjow tilted his head back and wheezed again. "Fuck, fuck you... my neck..."

"Hnnn?" Gin was too busy licking the strong curve of it to speak.

"'s... is the place... for the ma-...rk... shit...!" Grimmjow's hand shot down again, clenching into Gin's hair. His teeth were rubbing against the skin of his throat. "You... you...!"

"What mark?" Gin pulled back slowly, licking his lips. Grimmjow stared at him mournfully, trying to turn it into a glare while he was panting for air.

"Dominant mark. Y..." Grimmjow glanced away and wanted to scowl, though his brows didn't exactly arrange properly so he looked more devastated than anything. "Your mark... on me... it...it..."

Ah. Like a wedding band, Gin supposed.

He steered clear of Grimmjow's throat then and instead nibbled his ears. "You don't want it just yet?" He asked in a whisper, tongue brushing across the shell of Grimmjow's ear. He felt the arrancar shake beneath him.

"N... no... but... hnn..." Grimmjow was still groping his hair, messing it up around Gin's face. "...'s not for... for me to decide..."

"Yes, it is. Like I said I'm not of your kind." Gin reminded him as he stole his breath away in another searing kiss and Grimmjow took it gladly. He purred for it, grateful and lusting as he tilted his head for a better angle and opened his mouth wide at once. Tongues slid together again, Grimmjow still very clumsy and too quick, but Gin was patient as ever, teaching him and slowing him down when needed. For the first time, Grimmjow realised how loudly their lips smacked with the kissing and he just loved the wet noises echoing between them.

He was so far gone in the kisses that he didn't even realize Gin was loosening the black belt around his hips. Then his hakama slipped on his skin and he was suddenly aware of the shinigami's long, slim fingers curling around his length.

He choked on some spit and coughed, pulling back from the kiss to stare down at what Gin was doing. Shouldn't he be focused on another part of him? What was going on?

"Mmh?" He could only moan though because Gin began a slow, caressing stroking. He rubbed him with his entire hand, massaged him with his fingers and Grimmjow shuddered as his thighs shook, parted as wide as his trousers around his knees allowed. "Haa... haa..." He dipped his head back and bucked his hips into the touch lazily. The massage to his aching organ felt wonderful, so arousing he felt his spine burn worse and he squirmed a little bit to rub his clenching, naked buttocks into the sheets beneath.

God, Gin sure knew how to do this.

Dazed, he reached out with his hand and ran it through the man's silver tresses, then down along his face. His fingers shook, the gentle touch an effort for him, but it felt good to feel Gin's tense facial muscles, the straining of his neck as he fought himself against desire. He could have rushed it, Grimmjow knew but didn't want that anymore. He felt content with how he felt every brush of skin, every small tingle in his spine, in the pit of his stomach, tightening hotly.

Then Gin's hand halted on Grimmjow's length and his fingers slipped lower down.

Gin was very tense and nervous suddenly, Grimmjow smelled that on him and felt it in the wavering of his touch. He couldn't understand the reason so he struggled up on his elbow and pressed his face into the crook of his neck, making a soft, purring growl to soothe him. "Mmmmr..." He nuzzled the strong muscles there then asked quietly, "Why hesitate now?"

"Won't it hurt you?" Gin turned his head and brushed his nose against Grimmjow's. The man scowled in confusion as his hips rose and fell in tiny rocks against his will, the fingers teasing him terribly.

"What do you mean? It's there for that." Grimmjow nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck again and breathed hard before nudging him softly. "Just do it."

Gin realized his misconception and felt a little dumb for it. Arrancar didn't need to digest food, after all. The only purpose of their entrance was...

He made a slow, determined push with two of his fingers and they slid in with a soft, wet noise as Grimmjow's body caved to his dominance upon the very first try. The arrancar beneath him whined loudly and shook all over, his body flushed and hot with the need for more.

...pleasure.

"Haah...haa...haa..." Grimmjow gazed down to where Gin's fingers were inside him and he trembled. To have something other than a male's organ inside was unusual as well, something he didn't quite expect, but the mapping of his insides was almost as arousing as the thought of the real thing. He grabbed the sheets and groped them desperately as his thighs shook with his struggle to keep his hips still.

"God, you're so hot inside..." Gin whispered, his voice husky, rough with how aroused he was. Grimmjow trembled at the praise and spread his legs as wide as he could in a desperate attempt to invite the man inside.

When Gin wouldn't care to catch the hint, beginning to move the fingers back and forth in a tortuous slow, devastating rhythm, he whimpered and bucked his hips hard. The fingers slid in to the knuckle and he howled when a hard, swollen spot inside him was struck by the tips.

"FUCK!" He tossed his head back and wheezed, reaching up shakily to wipe beads of sweat from his brows. "...fuck...the fuck..." He repeated uselessly, panting for air as Gin resumed the slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers. "...fuck...! Mmmh..." He moaned and trembled with pleasure, coming apart slowly with the need. "Stop! Fucking stop that!" He grabbed Gin's clothes weakly and yanked without any real strength left. Everything of him was now focused on feeling so blissfully good.

"Relax, relax..." Gin quickly stopped his teasing and pulled his fingers out. They remained sticky with Grimmjow's fluids, but he didn't seem to care as he reached down to loosen his own belt with the very same hand.

"Haa...nn...fuck..." Grimmjow kept staring at him where he lay, dropping his hand beside his head on the pillow. "You got me shaking, you bastard..." He mumbled, sounding sulky and indeed he couldn't stop shuddering in delight and lust for more. He made a grunt of dissatisfaction when he saw Gin wasn't about to undress. True, it wasn't necessary and an arrancar wouldn't bother with it, but they were well past those arguments. "Get those off. I wanna see you." He demanded.

Gin paused then shrugged his coat off and peeled the rest of his clothes off as well, tossing them aside onto the floor. Grimmjow watched greedily as his pale skin was revealed and he licked his lips with a hungry groan when catching a sight of the prize. Gin was well-endowed and somehow Grimmjow was extremely attracted to that coarse, dark silver hair at the base and the handsome curve of the length.

Then, he realized something. "...I don't think I can turn to my fours... I don't even have all four limbs." He mumbled, his face coloring red worse in shame. Would they really have to stop right there because of his injury?

Gin looked at him and shook his head as he slowly climbed atop him again. "It doesn't matter. That's not how I want it anyways."

"Huh?" Grimmjow's scowl of confusion halted halfway and turned into an expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy when Gin suddenly slipped inside him. His mouth opened wide but his breath was stuck in his throat and his eyes were closed tight. That thick shaft fit perfectly and it was nearly all the way inside. He could feel Gin's lap brushing his ass. "...ohfuck..." Air left him in that heavy sigh and he shuddered all over. "Oh, fuck..." He repeated, still breathy as he cracked his eyes open. "...yeah. Yeah, that's so good..." He reached up and grabbed the back of Gin's head again. "Fuck me. Do it, fuck, do it..." He demanded, though he was shaking so bad in desire he was beginning to sweat.

Gin waited a beat then slowly drew back and pressed inside with the same careful motion. It went easily, the passage wet and soft around him, more than ready for the intrusion. Feeling how smoothly he slid inside, he picked up the pace and force, smacks and slaps of skin on skin echoing between their bodies. But Grimmjow grabbed his hip and halted him for a moment.

"No...no, wait..." Grimmjow blinked slowly, his eyes, the beautiful aqua blue eyes liquefied and heated with pleasure. "Do it slow... do it slow, but..." He released his hip and grabbed the sheets instead. He closed his eyes while he spoke, "Hard... hard as you can..."

Gin understood then. He kissed Grimmjow, a short, but passion-heated kiss with their tongues melting into each other, spit smearing onto their lips. And then, he began moving his hips again, drawing back slowly then pushing hard inside. Grimmjow jerked beneath him softly and groaned, tossing his head back.

"Aah, fuck yes!" He groaned, mouth open wide to allow his lustful noises through. Gin dictated the same pace still, falling into it easily and Grimmjow was loving it. His body was on fire. He couldn't stop shuddering and moaning his pleasure out loud, he felt so good. "Haa...! Hnnn... aaaa..."

Suddenly, he felt a prickling sensation on his skin and he lifted his head a bit. He cracked his eyes open and they immediately widened as he found himself staring deep into the coldest blue gaze he has ever seen. The coldest pale blue and now it seemed to be on fire with all that pleasure and passion reflecting in them. He sucked in a sharp mouthful of air then it came stuttering out with gasps and wheezes. The head of Gin's cock smacked into his spot and he howled, straining hard beneath the man.

"FUCK! FUCK... fuck...!" He cursed breathlessly, scrambling to grab onto the man's shoulder, hold on tight because he felt like falling apart. His tongue stuttered at first, his groans for more far too frequent to allow him to speak at once. "Aa! G...aah... G...Gi... Gin...!" He finally got his name out and the man responded to it with aggressive passion in his motions. He didn't pick up pace, but he kept slamming right into Grimmjow's spot and the arrancar could only moan and howl with the pleasure exploding inside him every time.

The bed creaked beneath their frenzy. Grimmjow was shaking wildly, back arched, head tossed back, his thighs straining to be kept far apart as his voice tore high and tortured sweet from his throat in loud screams of pleasure. His hips were grinding as hard as they could, reciprocating Gin's motions and he was shocked to realise his ass felt just as hot as his groin.

He was also very aware of Gin. He heard his grunts becoming more frequent, louder and more desperate and he felt his grip on his body twitching, becoming tighter. He especially felt it when the rhythm of his lustful thrusts was falling apart to ecstasy and yet he struggled to stick to it. Gin was feeling good, so very good from this and it only added to his own excitement.

Still there was a final desperate need in him that he had to convey before everything burned down. "...i...ihh... inside! Inside! INS- AHHHH!" His cry cut in half by a howl his body was wrecked with violent tremors. His seed spilled onto his stomach uselessly, dripping into his hollow hole and his ass constricted hard around Gin when the orgasm whipped through him. Mind gone with the bliss, he felt Gin's body arch above him and he felt even better his hot essence filling him up.

"Huuhh..." He moaned for the sensation, the sticky mess inside warming him and exciting him again. He groped Gin's naked back and purred into his ear when the man slumped atop him. "Mmm... mmm~..." He tempted him with small licks to his ear and jaw line then rocked his hips slowly and whispered, "Again...?"

It took them a long, wonderful time to finally fall asleep.

TBC in next chapter