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: In this chapter, I give teensy salutations to my newfound adoration of GinStarrk.
Story 8 - Luck
Blood soaked his fingertips. The blood of his lover, fresh and hot, seducing him with its metallic, salty scent. Gin brought his fingers to his thin lips and curled his tongue around the tips in a slow, patient lick as though he wanted to savor every drop that touched his tastebuds. "Hmm..." He smiled, his left hand on Grimmjow's back, caressing his bare skin a soothing manner. "You seem a bit worn out." He murmured teasingly to contradict his actions. "Did it hurt that bad?"
"Shut up, you bastard..." Grimmjow wheezed into his lower arm desperately. His tattoo gone, his entire back was burning with pain. It should have been something he was familiar with but he hadn't known that the pain of removing one's tattoo was this overwhelming. He squeezed his blue eyes closed with a quiet grunt of wavering resistance. "...you were enjoying this, you shithead..." He hissed out accusingly.
"My, my... are you certain?" Gin hummed, bending down to press his tongue against the fresh ripped wound on his back. He chuckled as he felt Grimmjow tense beneath the stinging touch. "As I've said before, aren't you a sensitive one...?"
"Fuck...ngh..." Grimmjow gritted his teeth, trying in vain to kick out with his legs, fight the silver-haired man off of himself. What was he doing?! "You reek of arousal... you really did get off on this, didn't you...?" He tried to taunt but it hardly worked when his voice was straining on heaving breath. He shivered desperately.
"Is that a problem?" Gin smiled against the wound on his back, thin lips smeared red. His clean hand ghosted Grimmjow's firm ass just beneath him. "You're the one getting off on me getting off on this."
"What?! No way! You sick jerk!" Grimmjow struggled, grinding his teeth on the pain searing through his back as he finally fought his way to turn around. He was seething as he glared at Gin's face. "Who's horny for your sadistic ways, huh?! I'm not even hard!" He grabbed the man's bloodied hand and yanked it to the front of his trousers to sort of prove his words. "SHIT!" He ended up roaring.
Gin laughed quietly as his fingers curled around his length in the loose hakama trousers. "I got you again, didn't I, panther-san?" He teased, bending down to press his lips to the skin right beneath Grimmjow's hollow hole. The arrancar writhed under the torture, clawing at his hand where it was gripping him like a vice.
"Shit, shit, shit! Fuck you! I'm not your toy! Let me... uhnnn..." He tilted his head back when the stroke and Gin's teeth came. "...lemme go... shit..." He whispered, breath quickly hitching as Gin sucked little red marks into his skin just over the edge of his pants. The hand on his length slid up and down in tortuous, caressing strokes.
"Mmm... why would I? You said so yourself, I'm getting off on this..." Gin trailed his tongue along his skin in a teasing tickle. Grimmjow stiffened beneath the touch and his hips jerked. "Well then... will you stop me from having you?"
"I..." Grimmjow ground his teeth hard, staring down at him with an angry scowl that was threatening to screw up into bliss at the ministrations of Gin's tongue. "I got no power to and ya fucking KNOW that!" He snarled, kicking out roughly, twisting and turning beneath him.
"Tch..." Gin twitched as one of the kicks caught him in the jaw. "...Grimmjow." He murmured his name and the arrancar kicked again, bristling. Gin caught his leg this time and held him fast. "Grimmjow."
"SHUT UP! Stop saying my name! You... you bastard! You're turning out to be like Aizen!" Grimmjow yelled, struggling to get loose from his hold. The damned snake was just too strong!
"Am I?" Gin finally opened his eyes to lock gazes with him. "Because I'm teasing you? What are you thinking of, hm?"
Grimmjow's glare faltered though the scowl remained on his forehead and his lips were still pulled into a snarl. He couldn't deny how scarily attracted he was to those eyes. "You get off on the taste of my blood... and seeing me in pain... you're being all 'Will you stop me from having you?' and shit... what should I be thinking, huh, you bastard?!"
"Really." Gin rose to sit with a sigh and he glanced at him sideways. "Your blood beckons me to mark you. Naturally, I like the scent and taste. You lying beneath me on your stomach of course arouses me... not to mention how you wheeze and pant in the aftermath of the pain. But did you honestly think I was about to rape you?" He sighed and smiled, smiled always, even now when he was... Grimmjow had no idea what that was. Angry? No. He was too soft for that. Sad? No. He was too sharp for that. Then what... he couldn't read him at all! Not even with his eyes open!
"You silly cat!" Gin reached out and touched the remnant of his mask. The touch had quickly become familiar and Grimmjow leaned into it with a soft growl. "Your skin prickled when you said I was getting off on this. It may not have been arousal, but you were excited. Don't go accusing me when you want to see the worst of my worst."
Grimmjow flinched back from the touch suddenly and scooted back on the coat he was lying on. Gin's voice had been low and terrifying. He felt strange dread creep up his back, like he had crossed some line he shouldn't have even gone close to. "Shit... no... I didn't..."
"How bad could I be? Could I be violent?" Gin shifted slow, like a cobra roused from slumber, and crawled over the cowering arrancar. "Could I become a monster? Could I hurt you to the point of you wishing you'd be dead instead? Could I truly, completely rip you apart?" His thin lips dropped to Grimmjow's forehead in a forgiving kiss. "You don't want to know, believe me."
Grimmjow tilted his face away and didn't respond. He was unwilling to admit he had wondered all those questions, that he had indulged in the thought of making Gin show just how bad he could be. Why would he want to know all that anyways? Gin's kisses continued down his temple, over the side of his face, trailing menacing towards his mouth. The more those thin, cold lips touched his skin the more he felt it burn and prickle. His tongue ached. His mouth tingled in excitement and he knew he wanted the snake's kiss.
He was so greedy when it came to Gin. He wanted everything the man could give him. His body, his heart, his soul, he wanted to devour them all, raw and gorgeous. And he wanted to be devoured, thoroughly and carnally until they both writhed in agony in each others' teeth. He wanted to be marked. Now.
He gave in with a soft growl, lifting his chin somewhat to reach better, his eyes falling shut and his mouth pressing viciously against the silver-haired man's. Gin eased himself on top of him and when Grimmjow's arm finally came around his shoulders, yanking him close, those hips arching right up against him, he groaned quietly and dragged both of them into lust...
They lay melted into each other for a long while under the black sky of Hueco Mundo. Gin's kisses never ceased and Grimmjow reveled in the smooth soft touches. He buried his fingers in the man's silky, silver hair and sighed, letting his eyes close peacefully. Seconds slipped by carefully in silence. Suddenly, a small snort escaped him and Gin picked up his head curiously.
"What's so funny, panther-san?" He teased with the new nickname and Grimmjow grumbled at it a little as expected of him (though he did like it actually). The arrancar remained stubbornly silent, the mess of their sex drying on his stomach and between his legs. He was full of Gin's essence and thinking of it made him smug, feeling it made him want to squirm and feel it even better. Gin nudged him with the tip of his sharp nose and coaxed softly. "Come now, won't you tell?"
"...I was so horny." Grimmjow snickered out eventually with a wild grin spreading on his face. "You get me so damn horny. I love it."
Gin blinked down at him in surprise before laughing quietly. He was so straightforward! "My, it seems you're a bit of a nymphomaniac?" It wasn't that much of a surprise. Grimmjow was such a sensual creature. Of course. He was a panther. Weren't panthers the embodiment of lust in certain pieces of poetry? He couldn't recall a single one of them in this state though. He would rather marvel at his kitten's naked body instead.
"Huh? Whassat?" Grimmjow cracked a pretty blue eye open, scowling at Gin in confusion. He hated long words like that but the bastard kept using them!
"Hmm, someone who likes to have a juicy cock in his butt." Gin teased with a large, discomforting smile, his eyes glinting.
Grimmjow's cheeks, just beginning to cool down, erupted red again. "Wh-Who says yours is-?! You're so fucking dirty!" He snarled incredulously. How could he say something like that, especially while pulling that face!
"You were the one saying you were horny. I went with the flow." Gin chuckled, reaching out to push a slim finger past Grimmjow's downturned lips (he was about to roar 'That was going too far!'). He sighed as he felt the man curl his tongue around it, tasting his skin leisurely. "...mm. So I'm not the only one with the raging lust..."
Grimmjow moaned quietly when the finger was dragged out of his mouth, trailing spit down his chin and the length of his throat. The touch ignited the embers all over again and he shivered. "Heh..." He tried sounding smug with that noise, but the way Gin was looking at him... He couldn't quite put his finger on what the gaze told him, but... just, those eyes. "Hell no. You..." He hesitated. Should he say...? He searched his lover's face for some form of reassurance but Gin's expression was enigmatic as always.
Yet Grimmjow felt the tension building in him, almost smelled it. He lifted himself carefully and testily rubbed his nose against his lover's. Their breaths mingled hotly and his eyelids dropped quickly, his blue eyes beckoning and soft. He heard Grin's breath hitch almost immediately in response and it filled him with heat, aching, terrible heat. "...you make me wanna have you inside all the time..." He muttered, planting a small, teasing kiss on Gin's mouth. He was going to stop there, but the moment swept him away. He felt sweat roll down his temple. He heard Gin's heart pound as his pulse raced anxious with desire. He sighed and his whisper came sweeter, seductive and powerful. "You make me so damn horny, all I can think of is..." He was panting. His eyes closed and his expression appeared painful, but it was all just his arousal making his face twist impatiently. He was shuddering, their lips kept touching as he spoke and he felt his spine burn with the amazing need. "...is having you fuck me till I scream..."
"Grimmjow..." Gin's voice came strained, hoarse and devastating as he caught that wonderful, dirty mouth into a searing kiss. He pinned him all over again and Grimmjow welcomed him inside with a lustful, dripping groan, his nails cutting into his back in desperation.
When Gin settled inside him, they took a moment to just stare at each other in the throes of their passion. They were both messy, sweaty and breathless already but their eyes were on fresh fire. Grimmjow's mouth twitched with a soft grunt, he pressed his nails tighter into Gin's back and bucked, squeezing his thighs against the man's hips demandingly. He felt Gin shudder, heard him groan. Felt him grab his hips and hoist them up high as he rose to his knees and Grimmjow squeezed his eyes shut expectantly. Gin was going to kill him with all the pleasure someday.
But God, it felt so good.
From there on it was difficult to stop. It seemed like Grimmjow wouldn't ever have enough and when he was finally cooling down it was Gin who kept the flame of excitement dancing. Eventually, they had to tear away from each other though. Gin actually had some duties to tend to and the arrancar himself returned to his rooms.
Even as Grimmjow approached his chambers, his nose picked up a scent that was familiar, but not entirely welcome. He entered cautiously, pushing the door open with his shoulder, hand on the hilt of his sword. He sighed as he caught sight of just what he was expecting. He walked over to his comfy bed and kicked the lump on it. "Oi. Primera."
"Ugh..." Starrk groaned as he slowly uncurled himself and turned to his back, rubbing his eyes and yawning loudly. Grimmjow wanted to roll his eyes at his theatrics. He wasn't sleeping at all, his breathing gave him away. "You could be nicer..." Starrk mumbled, sitting up with great effort. He should have been a sloth instead of a wolf, Grimmjow thought.
"You're the one coming uninvited into my quarters." Grimmjow scoffed. Well it wasn't like this was the first occasion though. "Get off my bed. Oi."
"Fine, fine..." Starrk climbed off of the bed and trotted over to the couch in the room, plopping down on it obnoxiously. Grimmjow shot him a glare before he got onto his bed and occupied it again. He pressed his nose into the pillows and huffed sulkily. Damn it. The scent of their sex with Gin was completely ruined now! Well, some of it was still lingering in the air, which he enjoyed very much. "...Lilynette not letting ya sleep again?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"Mmrr..." Starrk made a noise that was probably a positive answer.
"At least she gives a damn about you, hey." Grimmjow scooted to sit up again, propping himself up on some soft pillows. Hn, comfortable. It felt nice for his aching back. But Gin's stroking felt a lot, lot better in the end.
"Still too loud." Starrk opposed quietly. "...hey."
"Hm?" Grimmjow tugged absently on the sheets. Heh. They left the bed all trashed up. He liked that. And now Gin's coat was ruined too and-
"It smells good here."
Grimmjow picked his head up at that and he felt his guts churn ugly. Starrk had never mentioned that before and never looked at him any weird way so he can only mean Gin's scent. "What did you just say, bastard?" He asked in a dangerous growl, a warning tone.
"I didn't want to remind you of this, but you're not the Sexta anymore. I don't really like that tone." There was no real animosity or threat in Starrk's voice. He sounded just as uncaring and lazy as always. "And you heard me. It smells good in here."
Grimmjow was still growling under his breath, glaring over at the lounging wolf. He waited, tendons sprung tight, back stiff, for him to elaborate.
"Ichimaru's not a bad choice." Starrk said eventually. "I'd have gone for him too... probably... if I wasn't so lazy." He added and Grimmjow's growling came louder, a lot louder. "Eh... Stuff like that is too complicated for me." He moved to stand again, sticking his hands back into his pockets. "You just be careful with that." He looked at Grimmjow and they locked gazes.
Finally, the panther stopped growling. The wolf looked terribly lonely somehow. As Starrk left, he snuggled down into his pillows lazily and wondered how really shitty it must have been to feel so completely alone. Even with Lilynette beside him, that wolf never looked happy for one second. Was it because he was missing something entirely different? Maybe the closeness of someone like Gin? Starrk was probably the most honorable of all of them - he would not go after Gin, he was certain, despite all his growling - but what if someone else saw the appeal and tried stealing Gin from him? And he was near powerless right now.
He growled and smacked his fist against his pillow angrily. Gin belonged to him! To him! All of him! Even his scent! He didn't want others grabbing onto him at all! The very thought made him sick to the stomach with jealousy and so blindly angry he felt like exploding with it.
But Starrk had looked terrible just now. The phrase 'kicked dog' was an understatement, however cruelly punny. Did he actually have his eyes on Gin for longer than him? Why the hell did he not make a move then? If you wanted something, why not just reach out and try to get it? That stupid wolf. Now he was feeling... what? Guilt? That was ridiculous. Sympathy? More like it, though he wasn't sure. What he was certain of was... that he was damned lucky to have caught Gin's attention.
TBC in next chapter