-small scream-
This took at least 3 forevers to write but hey I'm back B) updates for other stuff are coming eventually
My head was sore when I came to but the pain in my skull was nowhere near the one in my shoulder. It was a throbbing, pulsing pain that had wiry cords strung tight beneath my skin which groaned with sparks of hurt when I moved.
The room I was in was unbelievably bright, so it couldn't have been Grimmjow's. The faint smell of rubbing alcohol tinged the air. It was a hospital, or something close to it.
I heard footsteps and Szayel's face loomed over me. He was holding a scalpel and if I could move I would have gotten as far away as possible.
"Finally awake? What a shame, I was going to try some personal tests on you today too."
"How-w long have I been out?" My throat was so dry it was probably dusty.
"Three days. Let me change your bandages. The cut was already deep before that blue animal fucked it up." Szayel cut the wrappings that I realized covered my chest with neat, precise slices.
I glanced down at the wound and winced. I almost liked it better when all the blood was covering it. The worst part of the wound, however, wasn't the ugly bumpy part that would definitely scar but the fact that it was probably a preview of what would happen to me when Grimmjow got his hands on me. That knife set I had found in his room before was pretty sharp.
Wrapping a smaller set of bandages around my shoulder, Szayel brushed his fingers over the hickey Grimmjow seemed to be obsessed with keeping irritated and deeply bruised. Even though the touch was light, I flinched.
"I see he's been keeping you busy. I'm just surprised there's not a significant amount of abuse. Then again, I haven't checked down there…"
His fingers trailed lower and my arm lashed out automatically, grabbing his wrist in as tight of a grip as I could muster. My shoulder and I cried out in pain but if Grimmjow could find me in the dark in his room, he could definitely smell this twisted man's hands all over my nether regions. I didn't need to add fuel to the fire I was going to have to face later.
"Do-on't touch m-me."
Szayel grinned and easily twisted his wrist free.
"Remember who's recovering from both a stab wound and a burn and who is holding the scalpel here, bitch. Don't move or I'll make sure Grimmjow fucks you with more stitches than you woke up with the next time he gets his hands on you."
His voice was still silky and lofty, but it had an edge to it that told me he wasn't playing around.
"Now then, where were we?"
He trailed his hand slowly down my chest and spayed it on my stomach. I turned my head away from him and tried to breathe calmly, focusing on the pain in my shoulder rather than the hand that was playing with my torso. It was different than Grimmjow, lighter and gentler but also much, much dirtier.
His hand traced over my hips and I wanted a shower. A really long, hot shower that could burn this feeling off my skin, specifically. He moved his hand lower until he was in my pants, his fingers toying with the hem of my underwear. My chest tightened uncontrollably and I'm positive he heard my breath hitch.
"Pl-l-lease. He'll kill bo-oth of us." It was probably true. Szayel grabbed my hip and pulled himself up onto the bed to straddle me, his other hand rubbing my shoulder while I fisted my hand in his shirt, too dazed and in pain to do much else. The only coherent thought I would let myself have to keep from panicking was that getting stabbed stung like a bitch.
He bit my ear, snaking his tongue around the lobe. It felt like a snake was tasting me.
"No, he won't be able to catch me. But I have almost no doubt that he will do a number on you, which is actually exactly why I have to do this now. Things have been so boring since I was forced to give up my little pet for Aizen's dumb prostitute idea."
I flinched at the last thing he said, my worry for both Renji and myself reaching higher and higher levels. If Renji was gone, I was probably the only one from the people Las Noches kidnapped who was actually still in Las Noches. Aizen stabbing me had become unbelievably bittersweet.
"Anyways," Szayel purred, moving down to kiss the back of my ear. "I believe we were-"
The weight on my chest was literally lifted off of me and thrown into the wall. I was filled with a rush of relief that lasted approximately 1.75 seconds. Furious blue eyes bored into Szayel's crumpled form, and when they were directed to me I almost wished Szayel was on top of me again. Grimmjow walked over to me with much calmer strides than what I would have expected, placing his hand on my chin and forcing me to look him in the eye.
"How much did he touch you."
"I-"
He grabbed me before I could say anything else and pulled me over his shoulder, paying a surprising amount of attention to my wound and making sure he didn't put any pressure on it. For some reason, this sense of incoming dread and pain from a stab wound while being carried to Grimmjow's room felt awfully familiar. My mind flashes back to Gin.
"Though in my opinion, I'm pretty sure Grimm's gonna kill you first."
The urge to puke is overwhelmed by the crazy idea to not fight Grimmjow, to let him do what he wants and he might not rip out my heart and eat it. I hated both ideas but if I died now then I couldn't help the others. I figured I had around three days before I got the stitches out and I was completely doomed, and I had to use those days to my advantage.
Grimmjow kicked open the door to his room. I brushed the crude number six with my fingers as he walked past it. He laid me down on the bed, and I slid off the thin pants and briefs the infirmary issued and Szayel had probably put on me with only my left arm, my right being too sore to move much. As Grimmjow closed the door, I turned off the shit light bulb and gently flipped myself onto my stomach, clutching the pillow.
"I-I'm sorry for speaking out against Aizen and I'm sorry for being an ass and I didn't want-t Szayel to touch me he had a knife and h-he-"
Someone turned me on my back and the light turned on, Grimmjow's face being inches from mine. I quickly broke our eye contact and turned my head up and to the side. This was the part where he ripped my throat out, probably. I felt his nose against my neck, breath hot on my jugular.
"I thought you were dead."
"I-is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I was painfully aware of the fact that Grimmjow's hips were pressed against my thighs and made no sudden movements as I spoke.
"I'm not sure, but I've been looking for you ever since Ichimaru carried you out of that room on his shoulders. Does that indicate anything?" He kissed my neck and moved to suck on the non-injured side of my collarbones. Did he care about me or had he been stalking me in the same sense that a hunter stalks their prey?
I was probably being paranoid about all of this. Blood loss and stab wounds probably cause paranoia or something similar, and if they don't then getting molested definitely did. And yet, even if I wasn't being paranoid I still couldn't trust whatever Grimmjow had in mind.
Speaking of Grimmjow, he had moved up to lick the back of my ear and suck on the lobe. It would be a lie if I said I didn't groan a little and lean into it. What the hell was his obsession with connecting his mouth to every sensitive spot on my body? Why was he so good at finding them?
He reached the bandages on my right collarbone and stopped, lips barely touching the area above the wound. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Grimmjow did the last possible thing I expected him to do: he laughed. It wasn't a sarcastic laugh, but a deep one that rumbled through his chest and into mine.
"Why would I kill you? Do you think I'm mad?"
"You looked pretty damn mad when you smashed Szayel into the wall."
"I just don't like it when people touch my stuff."
He ran his hands slowly up the sides of my torso and I shuddered. Fuck, that felt really good. It was wrong, but it felt good. The wrong part about it was probably that it felt good, honestly.
"You either have a major death wish or you're way too rebellious for your own good, talking back to Aizen with that level of sass."
"It's something like that."
Grimmjow slid down my body to nip at my hipbones. I bucked my hips up into his mouth, the tingles he gave me going straight to my groin. It was almost embarrassing that he gave me a boner in under a minute. He had my dick in his mouth and probably about to give me one of the best blowjobs I would ever receive when I fisted my hands in his hair, signaling for him to stop.
In truth, I wish I would have let him do it.
"I-I don't want to do this."
Grimmjow's eyebrows raised so high they probably could have touched the ceiling. He palmed my member roughly and slowly snuck his free hand beneath my ass.
"Are you sure? Because it feels to me like you're begging for it. And besides,"
He cupped my ass cheek and my member at the same time and I gasped, shaking from the pleasurable sparks the movements elicited. Taking his time, Grimmjow gave my member a few half-hearted strokes before finishing his sentence.
"It's not like I've shown much regard to whether you "want" it or not."
"I-" What would have been a weak as hell retaliation from me was swallowed by a deep moan as Grimmjow once again swallowed my dick. I kept weakly pulling at his hair and gripping it tightly, trying to get him to stop. He ignored it, obviously, and continued deep throating me until I was on the edge of having a massive orgasm when I was cruelly denied by a knock at the door.
Pulling himself off of me once again with a large amount of reluctance, Grimmjow slammed open the door if such a thing was possible.
"You have two seconds to tell me exactly what you want or I swear I will kill you."
The person at the door sounded terrified but stammered out something with impressive rapidity. I caught the word "Aizen" and felt Grimmjow's air change drastically. He twisted his hips back and wound up for what would have been a killer punch if he didn't lower it after a few seconds.
"Get your clothes on Kurosaki," He called over his shoulder, a massive amount of anger being restrained in his tone. I would have retorted with how he expected me to put anything on my lower half with the massive boner I had if not for the next thing he said:
"Aizen wants to see you."
Am I cool or what