Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH or any of its characters, this story is merely my own interpretation, a work of fun an curiosity.
A/N: Short update is short, but quick update is quick. Sorry about this!
Story 6 - Change
Their wild kissing slowed eventually and fell apart into small pecks and quiet noises of nonsense. Gin brought him back to the bed and Grimmjow sat down expectantly. He received a few more sweet kisses to his ear and he growled for them but didn't stall the silver haired man in leaving for bandages and that healing salve. He waited there for him to return then took the rewrapping of his wounds silently. As Gin's long, pale hands brought the gauze around his torso, he mused over the strangely intimate undertone of the moment, how natural it felt to let the man care for him when he was injured. He wondered if he would begin craving his tenderness.
When Gin stroked his thumb along his jawline and their eyes met, he knew he would. It felt too good for him to not want it all. And if that sounded selfish that was fine. As much as he wanted to take and have everything Gin had to give, he also wanted to give himself, however stupid that sounded. So as long as that was balanced out, it would be fine, Grimmjow thought.
"You're thinking too hard." Gin teased quietly, finishing the wrapping of his body. "It makes your brows crinkle."
Grimmjow huffed and rolled his eyes. "I do have a brain and I use it surprisingly often." He drawled. Gin's little verbal bites on him felt familiar and comfortable now. He didn't mind them at all but he wouldn't just take them silently.
"Oh my. What a surprise." Gin lifted an eyebrow before moving away to pick up his scattered clothes. He began dressing, pulling on the many layers of clothing that hid his lean yet powerful figure.
"I can't decide if you looked better in black or not." Grimmjow commented as he went to grab the pair of trousers he dropped and tug them on. "I mean... black sure brings out your paleness but then blood looks better on white."
"You have strange ideas about what's attractive." Gin commented, tying the sash around his waist. He went over to help Grimmjow with his own black belt.
"Says the one who screwed a one-armed man." Grimmjow responded, squirming a little when Gin's hands were so dangerously close to his hip-area. Dammit, they've just spent an entire night having sex - mating - and he couldn't help but get tingles all over the place whenever he came too close. Wasn't that weird?
"Stop squirming, I can't tie it like this." Gin pinched his side and Grimmjow made a strangely high-pitched noise of surprise before swatting at his hands.
"Get it over with already! Bastard!" He snarled.
"You have such a sweet nickname for me, kitten. It makes my heart sing to hear it." Gin went on with his teasing and Grimmjow's face colored red in a horribly unwelcome blush.
"I'll kick your sorry ass!" He roared and lifted his fist to punch the other man but Gin stepped back quickly and the pants slid down Grimmjow's legs. "Shit!" The arrancar grabbed at them frantically. "Tie it properly, you jerk!"
Gin chuckled and rounded him, quickly bringing the garment around his waist again where he finally tied the black belt. "Like this, dear?" He murmured at his ear and Grimmjow grumbled something incoherent but didn't dare to move. If he did, he'd brush against Gin in some way he really didn't need right now. Stupid purring voice in his sensitive ear!
"Well then!" Gin walked back to his own clothes, picking up his coat and pulling it on. "I will probably have to deal with Aizen-han's prying today. Wish me luck?"
"I don't like it that he knows about this." Grimmjow muttered and his expression pulled into a troubled scowl. "I really don't like that. He's gonna use it against either you or me, I just know it."
"He probably will." Gin agreed quietly. "That is something we must expect."
"Just..." Grimmjow hesitated for a moment. "Just take care of yourself, you got that?" He scoffed, grabbing his short white jacket and pulling it on to hide his wrapped-up stump.
Gin smiled at his words and hummed. "Yes, yes." He waved a hand. "If I get myself killed, I won't come crying to you."
Grimmjow looked at him sourly. "...don't even joke about that, idiot." He muttered, grabbing Pantera and sticking it into his belt. "Too damn possible for me to find it funny."
"Aah, really..." Gin walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Don't worry so much. You're going to make me feel bad."
"He could try to kill you any damn moment he wished..." Grimmjow gritted his teeth, seething his anger through them. "And I'm fucking powerless against that piece of shit!"
"Quiet." Gin squeezed him closer to himself. "I'm not that easy to kill, Grimmjow. Not even for him. Have some faith in me, will you?"
"Yeah." Grimmjow groaned and shoved at Gin lightly. "Stop making my brain all fuzzy. You smell ridiculously good."
"Sorry about being appealing." Gin lifted his eyebrows and laughed. "I need to go see Aizen now. I want you to stay close to me, as close as possible and as far away from Ulquiorra as you can manage while doing so. I don't want him to get to you just yet. He will have to, eventually, because Aizen ordered him to remove your numbering."
Grimmjow looked uncomfortable at the thought. "Can't... can't you do it instead? I don't want that coldfish bastard touching me." He muttered.
Gin was silent for a moment. "I'd be acting out of line, but..." His lips pulled into a wide smile that showed his teeth stark white. "...is that anything new?"
"...creep." Grimmjow clawed himself out of his hold to hide the taint of pink on his nose. He fussed about with his hair a bit, trying to get it into its usual shape. He didn't realize it himself but he looked like a grooming cat. Gin observed him gladly, especially focused on his hollow hole.
"Ah?" He made a sudden noise of surprised realization. "Did it shrink?"
"Huh?" Grimmjow turned towards him with a confused scowl. "Did what shrink? Oi?"
"Your hole!" Gin walked closer to take a better look at it.
"W-what do you mean with that, hentai!" Grimmjow had definitely misunderstood that and Gin waved his hand urgently.
"No, I mean your hollow hole!" He reached out and touched the edge of it in a light caress. "It definitely shrank."
Grimmjow stared down at it himself then looked back up at Gin. His expression was quite mixed: his eyes were wide in shock and his mouth was turned down in horror. His cheeks first went white as his clothes then suddenly erupted into a brilliant shade of red and he shoved past the man in a desperate hurry.
"Wait-!" Gin called after him but the arrancar wouldn't turn around for the life of him.
Jesus FUCKING CHRIST! Grimmjow's mind screamed the stupidly human curse as he raced off to who-knows-where. His entire body felt like it was on fire with his terrified embarrassment.
His hollow hole was shrinking! That meant that the void of the Heart was being filled up!
Was he turning into a fucking PLUS?!
What did this fucking mean?! He's never heard of anything like that! What would become of him now?! Would he change beyond repair? He didn't feel anything wrong with his body OR his soul but he was panicked that this was a change he couldn't notice himself. He didn't want to change! At all! He didn't want to become a Plus! He would have to return to the Great Flow of Souls or whatever it was called and he did NOT want that! Shit!
"Shit!" He snarled out loud, plopping down to sit on some rock formation out in Hueco Mundo. He pressed his hand against his forehead and groaned. "Shit... shit, shit!"
It was especially worrying because he suspected the shrinking of his hollow hole was due to his closeness with Gin. And if he indeed turned into a Plus, he would be forced to leave the man's side! What could he do? Could he do anything at all?
But to become a goddamn Plus and be sent off by a shinigami? What a ridiculous and humiliating end that would be! He didn't want that at all. He'd rather die in battle if it came down to that, but this was worse than dying. Because to lose himself, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, that thought REALLY terrified him. After all what else would a hollow who rose from amongst thousands of identical Menos, hold more dear than his own individuality?
So he had to do something and soon! The cause of the shrinking was definitely his sudden closeness with Gin. So if being with Gin meant losing himself, he would have to stop it, immediately! Wasn't that right? He would have to because there was no point at all right now! If he was indeed becoming a Plus he wouldn't be able to be with the man anyways! Shit, what a total mess!
He reached up and rubbed the crook of his neck absently, a little tinge of pain burning there. It was unexpected, but Grimmjow had greater problems on his mind right then.
And as he sat there worrying, ignoring the obvious signs of his body, he didn't realize he was doing exactly what he feared Gin would do: defying instinct with thought.
TBC in next chapter