Chapter Eleven
Holy fuck, I'm not a teenager anymore but even I didn't know I could go so many times in a row. Not to mention I discovered a little sadistic streak in me that I hadn't realized I had until I had a masochist beneath me asking for more when all I should really have been doing was apologizing for being so rough. It was our 5th maybe 6th round and I was pounding Szayle's poor abused ass for probably the last time, I could tell he was close to unconsciousness which would be perfect when Grimmjow comes back so we can talk without a worry. The only problem was if I could stay conscious long enough as well.
Szayel lets out a loud scream as he comes for the umpteenth time and passes out, I feel his body go limp beneath me so I thrust a few more times till I fill him with my funk. Panting I look over to the door and almost laugh at Grimmjow's face. I'm sure if Ulquiorra saw it he'd reconsider ever sleeping with him again, it was less then attractive.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I ask pullout out and cleaning my soft cock off on the sheets before throwing them over the unconscious form on the bed. I pull on my discarded boxers and t-shirt righting them before looking up at the blue haired man.
"No" he replies simply stripping down to his boxers and flopping onto the unoccupied bed. I sit down on the other bed with my head cocked to the side. He really thought I was that stupid.
"Hmm, then let me guess. He's blackmailing you to co-operate with the FBI in order to bring Aizen down." I saw his whole body tense then forcibly relax, damn the guy needed to learn to lie better, it was just pitiful.
"You've got quite an imagination there Stark." His voice came out confident with the smallest trace of a quiver, it was good but not good enough. I got up and crawled onto his bed hovering with my lips just above his ear.
"I'm sure, tell me now or I'll call Aizen and make up some bull shit that will ensure that Ulquiorra never sees another sunrise." That did it, as fast as a cat he had his hand around my throat with the other tangled in my hair as he flipped us over, pinning my hands with his knees and moving both hands to my throat.
"Don't you dare" his grip tightened and I could feel the need for air becoming a painful nagging in my lungs. I smiled up at him. The surprise of my reaction registered on his face he shifted and his grip loosened. He was fast but I was faster. I gripped his entire face in my large hand and flipped us over it was my turn to straddle him. His hands clawed at mine trying to pry my and away from his face, the more he scratched the harder I squeezed, if the muffled groans were anything to go by it hurt.
"You're too easy to figure out Grimmy. It's not hard to figure out what you weakness is and use it against you to rile you up and get you mad. When you're mad you make mistakes. You'll have to learn if we want to bring down Azein." I cooed at him releasing him, enjoying to look of utter astonishment on his face. that was until a glimmer came into his eyes one I didn't like the look of.
"Who's Renji?" I could feel myself pale at the name. How the hell did he know that name?
"No one" I stammered. God who sucked at lying now. God I'm pathetic.
"Come one Stark you called his name as you came inside Szayel. You must really like the dude, and you can't lay a finger on him can you. That's why you used Szayel's ass as his substitute. You not balls enough to take the pussy as your own so you take it out on your fellow comrades." What. A. Cunt. That's the only thing that crossed my mind, well and what I said next, quite ingenious if you ask me.
"You should be happy I'm not taking it out on your tight ass, I'm sure your virgin hole will be much better then Szayel's" I said with a cocky grin regaining some of my dignity as I push him down my weight on his, as a let a wondering hand push inside his boxers. His eyes widen at the turn of events and I can see the gears turning as he attempts to think of a way out.
"You must really like the guy…" wrong way to start, I push one of my fingers into his virgin hole and watch him wince and squirm.
"If you help me out then I can help you hook up with him and if Aizen's outta the picture you won't need to worry about him taking Renji away." he stutters wiggling his hips trying to get away from my intruding appendage. I looked down into his eyes trying to decipher any sort of deceit in them. I couldn't find any so I removed my finger and gave him some space.
"So what's the plan?"
Like Grimmjow had arranged, we meet Ukitake the next day so he could agree to the terms in front of Szayel to not raise suspicion. The governor even went a step further and tried to barter conditions with us, he asked for a million dollars for his silence. In the end we were able to bring it down to a quarter million which came out of our pockets, fucker. Gin better be ready to pay the fuck up when we got back to HQ. Szayel didn't seem to be suspicious but I was going to keep a tight leash on him we didn't need him to fuck up and tell Aizen something he shouldn't.
The drive back to HQ was long and mentally exhausting. Szayel sang to every fucking song he listened too. It got so bad that at one point I had to crank up the stereo volume to max, it was either go deaf or murder a comrade; I don't think Aizen would condone the latter but I'm sure it would bring some unnecessary questions.
About half an hour till we were back, Szayel finally wore himself out and slept this gave me a chance to explain some of the minor details to Grimmjow that no one had bothered to. It was gave me a chance to inform him in just how vast and wide Aizen's reach went. Went we got back Grimmjow ran to what I assume is his and Ulqui's room while I got stuck cleaning up the car.
Much to my surprise Szayel helped me clean up all the trash and junk food wrappers that had accumulated over the course of our trip. It was a kind gesture and I hated I would have to take advantage of the guy like this but if everything had to go according to plan, I had to at least fake a somewhat reasonably loving relationship with him. But I had to start off small anything to big and it would raise alarms, because by no means is Szayel stupid.
When all the garbage was collected I locked the car grabbed my bag and headed inside behind the pink haired diva. Grabbing the garbage out of his hand I tossed it into the garage garbage bin giving him a quick kiss on the lips and muttering an almost inaudible 'thanks babe' and continued walking. He however had stopped.
Busted I thought.
I took it too far, now he's suspicious. I looked back at him a glare covering his face. Oh shit. I steeled myself for the worst.
"About fucking time you treat me as another fucking human being." He growled. I just stared at him speechless.
"Ummm…. You're welcome" real brilliant Starrk best comeback so far. I mentally slapped myself. He continued to glare not moving. I gave a deep sigh and walked over to him throwing an arm around his shoulders and walking into the house.
"What can I say you grew on me" I hoped that explanation would suffice. From his small smile I guess it did. Damn I'm such an asshole. All the guy wanted was to be loved and here I was faking the only thing he wanted.
I walk us back to my room, I pull us both inside ignoring the questioning look I receive. I strip out of my clothes into my birthday suit and flop into bed.
"Turn off the light when you come to bed" I mumble. I hear him rustle behind me and the light goes off the bed dips and I feel another warmth beside me. His hand tails over my exposed spine and wanders down to my ass, he gives it a firm squeeze before daring fingers venture to my entrance. Before they get too far I pull his hand away and clasp his fingers in mine.
"Just sleep damnit, we can do that later."
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-Terrowin
