Okay so im assuming if your reading this most of you have read the prequel "I Care" if not these next few chapters may loose you alittle since I wont go into great detail on the whole very very crappy plan (sorry I know it sucked but I couldn't think of anything else) that Starrk and Grimmjow hatch up to free themselves, I will mostly just be writing about how Renji Starrk Byakuya and Szayel intercat while this plan is under way.
Better Late than Never
Chapter Fourteen
I wake up to the most peculiar feeling, like I'm shitting in reverse….
OH HELL NO! I jump outta bed, Szayel's fingers dislodging from my entrance. I stomp off to the bathroom and slam the door locking it to keep Szayel out. I rub my face with my hands trying to rub out the wariness from just waking up. I was not prepared to bottom just yet, I actually never even considered bottoming for anyone after all, the majority… actually all of my sexual encounters before Renji were one night stands and it was always with someone who understood who was top tog, both literally and figuratively.
Call it sappy but I don't give 2 fucks but the only person I was ever remotely considering rolling over and showing my belly to is Renji, if he ever asked. But hell he was taller, and he sure packed a punch not to mention I lo….
Not going there.
I hop into the shower reveling in the feel of my own shower. I almost weep with happiness as the hot water comes out immediately and doesn't fluctuate when I hear my neighbor flush their toilet. After a very long very necessary shower, I hop out and walk out a towel wrapped around my waist. Hoping that Szayel will get the hint that nothing is going to happen this morning.
I hate to see it but he watches me with what I can only describe as sad eyes as I walk over to my closet and dress. I just get my pants on when a knock comes at my door. I notice Szayel get up and I figure he's going to get it but instead he just walks to the bathroom and slams the door.
I guess I deserved that.
I walk over and open the door seeing Ulquiorra there I raise and eye brown in question. He says nothing, just hands me a bag and walks away. I frown after him but don't push it, shutting the door, I peek in the bag and die a little. Multiple varieties of bondage paraphernalia (all new thank fucking god shit like this you don't share) fill the bag. And I pray to the luck goddess that Szayel didn't get the door. My ass is in serious trouble if he ever finds this shit. I hid it in the back of my closet and make a mental note to find a more creative place to hid this when I have the chance.
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Grimmjow claims to have found catacombs under the mansion, and being the good partner I am I decided not to trust that idiot and check for myself. Much to my surprise he was right. Using this to our advantage I quickly find the weakest points in the foundation, and over the course of a couple weeks I plant some C4 there, the marshy-ness (that is officially a word as of now) and the decaying bodies leave ample amounts of Methane gas jus ready to ignite. Which will create on hell of a boom. Now just to take care of the rest of the problems.
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Old habits die hard, so I guess that's why on my first free night away from Aizen and his minions and a clingy pretend boyfriend I was sitting at the bar where I had been reunited with Renji many weeks prior. It's futile, I know I didn't expect the red head to show up, but what can I say. I'm a dreamer. I hadn't heard from him since the quickie in the bathroom, and there hadn't been any chatter on any dead bodies floating around matching his description. So I was hopeful he was at least still alive. I ordered another drink and sipped it, not really enjoying the taste. I was tired of how hopeless I was, of how much I was in love with this man.
That's right. I finally said it. I love Renji.
Or at least I thought I did, I really hoped it wasn't the whole " you always want what you can't have" scenario playing out to make my sad life all the more pathetic.
"May I sit here?" a silky smooth voice asked politely. I looked up from my drink, noticing first the stillness of the bartender, followed by the quietness of the bar. This didn't promise good things. I glanced to my right at the man who made the inquiry, and for the first time in a long time I feared someone other then Aizen.
Byakuya fucking Kuchiki asked if he could sit beside me.
I was really tempted to say no, but the fucker didn't wait for a response before he plopped himself down. Well, maybe not 'plopped' more like gracefully sat so as to not push the stick farther up his ass.
"Evenin' " I say turning away and hoping he'll just leave me alone.
I'm quite the dreamer…
"Do you not recognize me?" he asks placing his leather gloves on the counter, displaying the bruises on his knuckles. Odd, he doesn't seem like the one to get his hands dirty.
"Are we suppose to know each other?" I feign ignorance.
"We have a mutual acquaintance."
"And that makes us friends?" I question, growing bolder. He gives a dark chuckle and responds, with an amused 'hardly' as he slides over a small box towards me. I look at him questioningly before picking it up and opening it.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
"YOU CUT OF HIS FINGER!" I roared.
Another dark chuckle.
"Don't be absurd, he cut it off himself." I glance at his hands once again.
"After beating him for how long?" I seethed voice barely over a whisper.
"Please," he waves that accusation away, "that came after."
I clenched my jaw, my fists pressing roughly into my forehead trying to control the furry of emotions threatening to break lose.
"I didn't think the Espada were suppose to display such blatant emotion." He mocked, the way Espada rolled off his tongue made me want to barff in his face. He slides another 'gift' towards me.
"We'll be in touch." With that he leaves throwing bills on the counter for a drink he never ordered and strolled out. I looked at the black cell phone in despair, so much for the dream of being free.
Sorry for the short chapter.
