Story Title: A Soldier's Honor
Pairing: Grimmjow/Orihime (GrimmHime)
Summary (extended):The war is over. Aizen has won. Lives have been lost, but the fight is not over. Inoue is back in Hueco Mundo, being used for her healing abilities. Grimmjow has a secret that she should know. When things are this miserable, it can bring people together. But will she remember him when she wakes up?
Disclaimer:I don't own Bleach or any of its characters, or plot. I just own my devious imagination!
Individual chapter rating: M IN EFFECT!
A/N: Chapter ten. This is so exciting! I'm happy with how this turned out. It's almost quite a bit longer than my previous chapters! Warning: explicit sexual content within this chapter! Have fun! R&R for me pwease!
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A Soldier's Honor
Written by Illuminate the Shadows
Beta'd by Innocent Sinner in Hell
Chapter Ten
Word Count: 2,829
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I wasn't expecting too much when I entered the large white meeting room. I'd left Orihime in the care of the Szayel clone, pretty sure she would be safe. Expecting Aizen to ask for a brief of my mission details, I closed the door behind me.
"Grimmjow. Welcome."
The brown-haired man was facing away from me, though his tone betrayed delight. Immediately, I was on edge. 'The only time he sounds like that is when someone's about to get their ass handed to them.'
The Shinigami turned around, revealing his gruesomely burnt skin, and I struggled not to curl my lip up in disgust. 'Gross.'
"How was the Living world?"
Gazing at him evenly, I shrugged. "Living."
Aizen's smile grew larger, and uneasiness gripped me. 'Fuck. What does he know?'
Aizen set the Hogyoku down on it's podium, gazing at it fondly. A long silence followed, and then his voice broke the quiet hum of the inner part of the building.
"How was Orihime last night?"
My breath caught for no more than a second before I recovered outwardly.
"… She's fine."
The man's smirk fell as he walked toward me, slowly. His one remaining brown eyes glowered. I held my ground.
"She is not your plaything, Grimmjow," he murmured. "Once she has finished her sessions with the Szayel double, I plan to make her mine before I execute her." My temper flared, and it took all of my self control not to fly at him in rage. His smile returned, as if he knew of my inner struggle. "You will not go to her again at night. Do you understand?"
A long silence followed as I struggled immensely to regain control of my temper. Finally, I managed to nod curtly.
"Yes, Aizen-sama."
'Over my fuckin' dead body.'
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It was late afternoon, and I was antsy. The Szayel clone – whom I'd taken to calling Zay – and I had talked about our anticipation today during my 'session'. The both of us were anxious to take the next step in our fleeing of Hueco Mundo. It was then that we'd realized that we were completely dependent on Grimmjow. "He is planning everything," he'd said. "If he doesn't take all issues into account… We will both suffer the consequences." Remaining confident in appearance, I had smiled and told Zay not to worry. Inwardly, I, too, was nervous.
During these sessions with the pink-haired Arrancar, I began to recognize the growing aspects of a relationship. Certainly not an intimate one, but more of a sibling-like bond. 'He has feelings, for sure.' Our conversations consisted of everything under the sun; from his existence, to Aizen's betrayal, to his story of Grimmjow's life as a hollow. I'd even opened up and told him about my past feelings for Ichigo. And he'd listened.
Now, I was sitting in the Grand Hall, watching the Espada stand before Aizen. This ceremony was to deem him capable to take the real Szayel's place as the eighth Espada. To me, this situation was inappropriately humorous. 'He killed his predecessor. He should be executed, but he's getting a promotion. He's also about to escape from this place and betray Aizen.' Gazing around the hall, I let my eyes take in the hundreds of random Arrancar whom had gathered to witness this event. 'How many of them would want to flee with us…? Oh, I wish I could help them all…' I shook my head, well aware that this would be quite impossible.
"Orihime."
Blinking out of my trance, I noticed the others leaving. I turned to face Grimmjow. His dark blue eyes were decidedly calming.
"Let's go. We'll get you something to eat."
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My dinner was extravagant, considering the circumstances. Grimmjow had taken me to the kitchen and let me cook my own food. Although the droid cook was caught a bit off-guard, he let me show him how to make Nikujaga. Grimmjow stood off to the side, hands in pockets, watching with mildly interested eyes. The few times I glanced at him, he was watching me. I felt my cheeks heat up every time.
Afterwards, I followed him through the halls, keeping my head down like he had instructed. 'So Aizen can't see my face.' Because my eyes were down, I couldn't tell where we were going. The lights were dim, and I was somewhat sure I smelt water.
Finally, I felt his hand on my arm as he stopped me. I heard a door open, and then his low murmur. "Go in." Stepping forward into the room, I dared to raise my eyes.
I was in a dark room. The first thing that caught my attention was the large bed. It was clad with dark navy sheets, as well as pillows with the same colour cases. Beside it was an oak table. A lamp sat upon it. Feeling strangely at home, I turned to watch Grimmjow shut the door. 'This looks like a regular apartment room in the Living world.'
"These are my quarters." He stepped forward, and the shadows shifted on the sharp contours of his face. "Remember what I told you about the Espada quarters?"
He came closer still, and I nodded slowly. All thoughts seemed to hide in the crevices of my mind as he bent down, a hand rising to my face. When he spoke, I could feel his breath on my cheek.
"No surveillance in here. At all."
His thumb stroked my cheek as he tilted his chin up, lips capturing mine just moments after my eyes slipped shut. The feel of his lips molding to mine was enough to make my knees feel weak. Fortunately, his arm came around the back of my calves as he scooped me up into his arms effortlessly, his lips never leaving mine.
We were on the bed now; I hadn't even noticed the soft mattress beneath me. All I could focus on was the man above me, and his hands tracing down my body. With a little shudder, I opened my eyes as he untied the black obi around my waist. His blue eyes bore into my own gray ones.
"Is this okay?"
I fought the urge to giggle. 'His way of asking if I want this too.' I gazed up at him. 'Not that I could say no anyway… The look in his eyes says everything.' With a small nod, my hands wandered up to his shoulders, moving to his neck, then to cup his jaws as he tossed the useless obi across the room. My left hand came to rest on the bone-like hollow jaw.
"You can take it off," he murmured. Meeting his eyes, I hesitated before hooking my thumbs between his skin and the bone and pulling. It came off surprisingly easily, and I held it in my hand for a moment, staring. 'I've never seen him with it off…' He chuckled, taking it and leaning to place it on the table, beside the lamp. My fingertips traced the skin where the partial mask had been.
"Your hands are shaking," he murmured, his voice low and husky. My gray eyes shifted to my own hand, then back to his gaze. He smiled faintly. "Nervous…?"
Trying to find my voice, I parted my lips to speak. No sound came out. Embarrassed and lost for words, my cheeks began to heat up. He chuckled again, capturing my waist in his strong hold. He leaned down to bury his face in my neck, and I embraced him with hesitant arms. Sudden needle-sharp teeth pricked my throat and I jumped, startled. Offering no explanation, he bit down harder, causing little shocks to shiver down my spine. My fingernails dug into his shoulder blades as my back arched on it's own accord.
"Say my name."
A soft gasp fell from my lips as he turned his head to nibble on the sensitive skin behind my ear. My mind was nearly useless at this point, and it took me a few seconds to even comprehend his demand. By that time, he had pulled back to look at me. Fixing him with a somewhat confused expression, he sighed.
"You haven't said my name in days, 'cause of the damn surveillance."
Smiling slightly, I reached up to touch his jaw, whispering his name. "Grimmjow…" His eyes fluttered shut. I could feel his heartbeat against my other fingers that were resting on the base of his neck.
"Inoue." His eyes opened again, and I inhaled slowly, my chest rising. His hands wandered up my body to the top of my white robes. "Sit up."
Allowing him to pull me up, I nearly sat in his lap as he pulled the robes from my body. I could feel myself blushing as he exposed my chest, but he didn't waste a heartbeat. Laying me back down, he dragged the robes down my body, and I arched to make it easier for him. My hakama went too, and I found myself lying, exposed to him, in nothing but the thin black panties the droid brought me every morning.
Wordlessly, he took my hands and placed them on the opening of his jacket. Understanding the unspoken request, I smiled faintly and pushed it off of his sturdy shoulders. The jacket wasn't much of a jacket; it didn't cover much, but seeing him without it somehow aroused me even more. Blushing at the unfamiliar feeling in my lower tummy, I ran my fingers over the muscles of his chest. 'Like that day in the showers…'
"Hold on."
He was gone from the bed, and I made a soft noise of disappointment as I sat up to locate him. He was standing a few feet from the bed, untying his own obi. Entranced, I watched as he let it slip to the floor, followed by his hakama, leaving him completely bare. My cheeks heated up out of habit, but my hands seemed to move of their own accord as he returned to the bed. Smoothing my palms up to his shoulders from his abdominals, I locked my arms around his neck. His lips found mine. Our tongues danced erotically, and I felt his hands roam down my body. His fingers hooked in the top of my panties. They were gone before I could realize it, and his fingers in their place. When the pad of his middle finger slipped down into my most intimate area, I finally broke the kiss with a soft gasp.
"So damn wet already…" he growled. Shuddering at his husky words, my nails dug pointlessly into his steel skin. His finger moved in small circles, tantalizingly slow, and a whimper escaped my lips. Instinct seemed to take over my actions as I locked my ankles around the small of his back.
"Grimmjow…"
Obliging my plea, his finger slipped down further, the dampness allowing it to press into me with ease. An uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. 'His fingers are so long…' Clinging to him, I could only whimper and moan as he assaulted me with experienced ministrations. My body knew how to act, and my mind struggled to keep up.
"Inoue…"
My name fell from his lips again, in that guttural tone and I gripped his shoulders as he pressed another finger inside me. It didn't hurt at all – to my surprise. 'I'm a virgin, isn't it supposed to hurt…?' All thought flew out the window as his lips crashed into mine and his fingers curled upwards. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot up my spine, making me shudder violently. My fingers laced into his hair, emitting a soft groan from him as I pulled slightly.
Then, his hot tongue was gone from my mouth. I opened my eyes, a mewl of protest coming from my lips as his fingers left my body.
"Inoue… Are you ready for me?"
Positive my eyes were obscured with lust, I nodded eagerly. All shyness seemed to have been obliterated by instinct. I felt his large hands lifting my hips, and then he leaned down to kiss my cheek chastely.
"This'll probably hurt… I'll go slow."
My eyes rested on his as I felt his soft tip. Gripping his shoulders lightly, I nodded. That was all he needed. He pressed into me; a few inches, from what I could tell. My eyes slipped shut, but not before rolling back into my head. 'Good Lord, why does this feel so good? This is against everything I've ever heard…'
"Shit…" His voice was strained as he continued to press into my willing body. A dull pain invaded my body. 'Ah, there it is.' Wincing slightly, I squeezed his shoulders. He stopped almost immediately. I could feel his arms trembling; from holding himself up, what feelings he was experiencing, or probably both. "You okay?"
Drawing in a deep breath, I nodded quickly. I felt him brace himself, then with a sudden push, he thrusted the rest of the way into me, hilting as his hips pressed against mine. Pain lanced up my spine and it arched. My nipples brushed against his hard skin, and I shuddered at the contrast of pleasure and pain.
"Inoue."
Opening my slightly watery eyes, I found him gazing at me. Passion mixed with the affection in his eyes, as well as a hint of what looked primal. "I'll make it feel good soon."
He pulled out nearly all the way, and I winced visibly at the unpleasant pain. He made up for it once he pushed back in; the feel of his length filling me again emitted a soft moan from me. His lips were on my jaw, my throat, my collarbone as he pulled out and pushed in again, gripping my hips with those large, rough hands. Before too long, my body yearned for more. Finding my voice, I whimpered into his hair.
"Grimmjow… H-Harder…"
With another soft groan, he obliged immediately, his movements becoming more sharp as he thrusted into me. Each time I exhaled became soft gasps and sounds of pleasure as my body shivered and trembled beneath him. The tip of his length slammed into a spot that made little black spots appear in my vision. Clutching him tightly to my own body, I moaned into his shoulder.
"Fuck… Yeah…"
He sped up without my asking, thrusting into me at quite a fast pace now, and I could barely think straight. High-pitched whimpers – some wordless and some in the form of his name, or words that were rather rude – spilled from my lips as his hands roamed my body and he thrusted into me over and over. His sharp teeth sliced into the base of my neck and I whined, arching up into him. The coil in my tummy was far too tight.
"F-Faster…!"
I felt him smirk breathlessly against my neck as he lifted my hips more.
"I'm goin' 'bout as fuckin' fast as I can…!"
"Aahh…!"
His head found that spot again – once, twice, and something inside me broke. My body arched uncontrollably as the first pulse of my orgasm came, hard. He groaned heatedly into my neck, slowing as I convulsed around him. His tip still brushing that spot made my body shudder violently.
"Grimmjow…!"
My voice was no more than a breathless whimper, but I felt him tense, and begin to speed up. The pleasure became almost too sensitive as he thrusted into me, and I whimpered shrilly, clinging to his chest. The sound of his groan was feral enough to be considered a growl, and vibrated through his chest as he gave one final thrust. His hips twitched and I felt the hot liquid fill me. The feeling made me shudder.
It was a few minutes before either us of regained enough sense to speak. He pushed himself from his resting position above me; he'd been letting some of his weight rest on me – not enough to squish me. I whimpered softly when his length left me, and felt saddened by the feeling of emptiness. The irrational sorrow was eliminated when his arms came around me, pulling me to his chest, the slight sheen upon it a result from our lovemaking.
"… You're staying here tonight."
A soft smile graced my lips, and I met his eyes as he raised my chin again. His lips pressed to mine, and I savored the sentimental moment, thankful we had time to bathe in the afterglow together.
"Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, we make a break for it."
Anticipation surged through my veins, and for a few seconds, I feared I would never get to sleep, like a little child on Christmas night. But the moment passed, and exhausted took over my body. 'Tomorrow we go home. Where we can be together. And out of this place. Away from Aizen. No rules.' Smiling slightly to myself, I breathed in Grimmjow's comforting scent. 'Just us.'