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: Not as long as I hoped it would be. Might be rushed too? Sorry...
Story 7 - Reason
He was baffled by Grimmjow's sudden departure but there was no time to let it really get to him. Gin picked up Shinsou and arranged his expression into his standard creepy smile plus closed eyes look then left Grimmjow's quarters to find Aizen. He was looking forward to meeting the man about as much as a thief looks forward to having his hand cut off.
Besides, his mind was too set on worrying about Grimmjow. Why would he be so shocked about the shrinking of the hole? Did that mean something? He would need to think about this or confront the arrancar himself, but he had a feeling his kitten would be reluctant to discuss the matter with him.
He hesitated in the middle of the corridor suddenly. He wasn't particularly summoned. Why would he need to go and explain? That would seem unnecessarily defensive. He had time to worry about defending them when Aizen actually brought the topic up-
"Gin."
He really wished that tongue could wither and fall out of his mouth. He absolutely despised Aizen's smooth, taunting tone of voice. Especially when it said his name like that. It was always a slick, uncomfortable feeling.
Yet, when he turned around, his expression could have been jovial if it wasn't for the far too sharp shape of his lips.
"Aizen-han!" He exclaimed. "Were you looking for me?" He had his pale hands tucked into the sleeves of his coat. He felt Aizen's measuring gaze on him, watching him whole as though expecting him to strike out any second. He knew the man was looking for but a single change in demeanor, yet there wasn't a single twitch in Gin. His posture was light, his voice easy-going with a hint of sly ridicule in the tone, as always.
"I hear you've found a pet amongst my arrancar, Gin." Aizen smiled. Gin knew the man hated it that he couldn't look him in the eyes. He took some sick pleasure from it too, himself. "I am glad you're enjoying yourself... but I'm also hoping you're not going to be distracted."
There were always threats underlying every one of his warnings. It was getting boring; Aizen was kind of predictable in the sense that he really liked to softly remind people of the fact that he could ruin them and so and so. It didn't work because Gin knew he would say something like that.
"Your doubt wounds me." He said without any other emotion save for a bit of ambiguous amusement in his tone of voice. "Honestly though, he's great." He boasted nonchalantly. "You should give him a try too."
Silence met him for a second.
"Maybe I will." Aizen replied eventually, the jest too stiff to sound as hearty as intended.
Gin smiled a little wider and simply walked away. Right into the pride, eh? Aizen was such a narcissist, he would only ever get it up for his reflection - if he could, that is. Gin has known him long enough to be certain he was simply incapable of it.
Still. To make that offer took a lot of effort on his part. After all, he absolutely hated the idea of having to share Grimmjow with someone. But if Aizen found out how serious he was about the Sexta, they would both be in trouble. For now, he needed to cover everything up as well as he could.
Now where could the kitten be?
Gin returned to Grimmjow's quarters but he couldn't find the man there. He sighed and sat down on the trashed-up bed. What a strange and wonderful night it had been. He couldn't believe what lust was capable of. He has never felt more animalistic in his entire life, not even when killing. It was so pure with how raw it was... and all the pleasure, consuming them both, maddening them to the point where all they could do was groan and hold onto each other. He didn't think they would or could ever stop.
And now he was stuck. There was no way he could just turn around and deny this, Grimmjow was right. To claim the man hadn't been his intention, but it surely was his desire. Why else would he have sought him out himself, really? Grimmjow was entirely right, it was pointless to fight this instinct with intellect at this point.
He wanted to mark Grimmjow.
That was certain and he wondered if he felt any sort of guilt over the lust. Maybe. But he was an expert at ignoring emotions like that. After all, Grimmjow wanted him to mark him, too. And he wanted it now. He was good for giving the man time to realize who he was tying his soul to.
Or so it seemed, but was it really that? Who knew if in fact he was enjoying the moment while it lasted, the dragging out of their mutual desire, some sadistic little pleasure taken in the fact that Grimmjow had what he coveted so close, so very-very close yet Gin was not giving it to him. That sweet, desperate expression he had when begging him to mark him.
Gin groaned quietly, tilting his head back as he remembered that face, stricken with anxious yearning and immeasurable loneliness. To devour, to be devoured... if they went on with such lust juggled between them, they would end up tearing each other apart sometime. He could hardly wait.
But he really needed to find him now.
Grimmjow picked up his head when he heard someone approach him. He rose from the piece of rock he had been moping on and turned around. It was Nnoitra, alone for once. What the hell could he want of all people? They rarely spoke except for picking on each other.
"Yo, Sexta..." The Fifth Espada sneered as he rested his foot on the rock, leaning with his elbow onto his knee. "I hear you're doin' well. Eh?"
"Don't care what you heard." Grimmjow growled, his glare immediate. Fuck, the bastard would definitely try to provoke him. He should have expected this.
"So, how's it, being a pet? Did that Ichimaru treat ya well, neko?" Nnoitra stalked closer to him but Grimmjow stood his ground, guard raised. Yet the Cinco did nothing more than sniff him. The small hairs on Grimmjow's back stood up in obvious irritation. He was so close to offing the damned mantis-freak! "So it was true. You reek of him, Grimmjow. Don't see a mark on you, though. You really are a cat, huh? Say, would you bend for me too?"
"Say one more word and I'll kill you!" Grimmjow snarled, hand on the hilt of his sword. Nnoitra leaned back and sneered, staring him down.
"Try, neko." He sniggered, showing off his horrid teeth. The way he was looking at Grimmjow made him want to rip the man to shreds. But he made no move to and Nnoitra saw that his attempts were futile. He didn't leave without a final stab, though. "And don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't touch used goods. See ya!" With that he turned and stalked off.
Grimmjow stared after him, mouth turned down in anger. Nnoitra was provoking him, obviously. He knew that rationally, yet it was so god damn difficult to hold himself back from jumping at him and trying to slash his head off. He had to forcibly remind himself he didn't have one of his arms and that he has lost a good chunk of his strength. Shit.
"There you are." Gin spoke up beside him suddenly and Grimmjow almost jumped at that. He scoffed a little as he turned to glare at him.
"You were looking for me?" He asked, posture remaining defensive. His mind lit up red in panic that he needed to get away while his body burned undeniably for the man.
"Actually, yes." Gin lifted an eyebrow carefully. Grimmjow's expression didn't promise anything good. "What's the matter now? Did Nnoitra pick on you?"
"It's nothing that concerns you." Grimmjow growled, stepping back when Gin moved towards him. He saw the man pause then advance more forcibly so he continued to back away. "Stop that!"
"You stop that!" Gin eventually caught his upper arm. Grimmjow shivered. His touch was strange and cold and he was terrified of how bad it could affect him. He threw a panicked glance down towards his stomach and Gin had seen that. "Is that it? Is that what upsets you? Grimmjow!"
"Shut up! As if you knew what that means! The hole's shrinking!" Grimmjow fought against his grip, wishing he had another hand to claw at the man's arm. He twisted in his hold and growled loudly, obviously distressed. "Let me go! I'm turning into a fucking PLUS and it's your fault! You sadistic asshole, just let me go!"
"Grimmjow!" Gin raised his voice to catch his attention. The silly cat was pushing himself into a panicked frenzy! "There's no such thing as turning into a Plus. Your hollow hole probably only shrunk because the void of the Heart is being filled up..."
Grimmjow's cheeks flared up red at Gin's choice of words. "DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!" He roared, finally yanking his arm free and stumbling back from the man. "You drive me crazy! Stop coming after me! I don't want to see you!"
"Is that your instinct, Grimmjow?" Gin asked quietly. He rounded the man quickly and caught him into his arms, reminiscent of that time in Grimmjow's room. He bent his head and pressed his mouth to the man's throat. His kiss was slow and wet, like the questing slithers of a snake. Grimmjow gritted his teeth and trembled in his hold, hissing quietly, still defiant. His neck, where he desired the Bite, was burning.
"Or is that your rationality panicking?" Gin dipped his head further and finally touched his thin, cool lips to that spot. Grimmjow stiffened in his hold and his breathing hitched into short, anxious pants. Gin took his time, his sweet sadistic time in slipping his tongue out and stroking it against the man's heated skin. "Are you feeling you don't want me near...? Or are you thinking so?"
"Shit..." Was all Grimmjow could grind out through his teeth, groaning desperately. "You... I'll kill you..." He hissed eventually, without any conviction. His body was shaking with lust.
"You're doing exactly what you feared I would do." Gin warned, grazing his teeth on the spot. Grimmjow's voice lifted into a high whine before he forced it back down into a resisting growl.
"This is different...! Shit... Die... die, you sadistic ass...!" He dug his sharp nails into Gin's hand on him and scratched desperately, very near drawing blood. Gin only chuckled. Chuckled and chuckled, and Grimmjow realized too late that the tables have turned and while Gin had been unwilling at first, this time he became the predator. He slumped in his hold, flinching as he felt Gin's tongue dance in the crook of his neck again. "Fuck..."
"You've made me covet you, Grimmjow." Gin reminded him in a whisper. His voice hissed yet purred, a terrible mix of frightening and attractive. "You could have let me walk away last night, but you held me fast so I don't see why you are so surprised to find I am doing the same right now. I will not let you get away from me, no matter what excuse or real reason you find. Until your instinct screams obvious you desire me, I will listen to mine howling to pursue you..."
"Die..." Grimmjow melted further at those words, leaning back into his lover's arms helplessly. His reason defeated by the unspeakable lust in him, he turned his head and struggled to find Gin's mouth for a devastating kiss. The man was glad to press into it, let their tongues meet and tangle and he shrugged off his long coat before lowering Grimmjow onto the soft white fabric, easing himself on top of him carefully.
Their bodies tightly pressed they lay rocking against each other with their lips melting together in countless kisses. The silence of Hueco Mundo enveloped them, shielded them even as Gin turned his yearning lover onto his stomach and scooted down his slowly shivering body to kiss and nip at the tattoo on his back.
"Gin..." At the first kiss there, Grimmjow lifted his head from his arm and glanced back over his shoulder anxiously. With the second, he pressed his forehead against his forearm again and groaned loudly. "Do it..." He hissed out, squeezing his eyes shut. "Do it now. If it has to be done, it can only be you."
"It'll hurt. Bear with it." Gin dropped a hot kiss to the small of his back before lifting his hand and digging his nails into Grimmjow's tanned skin. His gaze softened as he watched the man, worried for him though pain was all too familiar to the both of them.
"Shut up. Hurry." Grimmjow growled out as he forced himself to relax, despite how bad he loathed the idea of what was to come. His howl was inevitable as Gin dragged his hand down in a powerful scratch...
TBC in next chapter