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This chapter is bit...technical? I'm not sure this is the word I'm looking for. Hmmmm...Anyway.

Warning: Strong language, some OOCness, violence/gore, sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having numb-blowing sex every second. Plus Orihime and Ulquiorra would have been together by now.

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Grimmjow gritted his teeth as his eyes followed the form that belonged to the orange haired male. Never in his life had he ever had the urge to kill someone as much as he did with this man. But he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. Firstly, the person he wanted to kill didn't even exist. Secondly, the person he wanted to kill was in the body that belonged to his current desire. It had been one; painfully long week around the man which called himself Shirosaki and suicide was looking like a definite answer. He didn't know what it was about the man, but he had the ability to get under the shut-call's skin and rile him up over the smallest of things. Maybe it was those inverted eyes which held sparks of infuriating condescension which were always directed at him. Or maybe it was that dreadful voice that spit insult after insult at him like he was nothing more than a common mongrel. God only knew that the reason he hadn't done anything yet was because of the brat.

Not to mention, when Shiro had his eyes closed and didn't speak; he remained the shut-call of his orange haired fantasy. He was horny and nothing was working in his favour. He wouldn't lie and say that he didn't expect some fun every day after his and the brat's time in the bathroom. Hell he'd even fantasized about it regularly and had at one point approached Shiro thinking that it was the mocha eyed male. And the other male didn't make it any easier for him either. Grimmjow had suffered countless erections because the paler male thought it was hilarious to rub himself up and down on the shut-call in the showers no less. He had at times, been tempted to take the man completely but he wasn't going to allow himself become lust-crazed over a man he had no sexual attraction to. The cyan eyed male had convinced himself that the only reason he even aroused was because it was Ichigo's body.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Currently, Shiro was seated over by the fence that Ichigo had frequented during his stay. His legs were crossed and fingers linked in front of his stomach. His eyes may have been closed but it was difficult to tell with his bangs in the way. Grimmjow could see the other's mouth moving, indicating that he was talking to someone. During the duration of the inverted eyed male's stay, he had on many occasions spoken to himself away from the other inmates. After the first three days of his stay, the shut-call demanded to know what he was doing, only find out that the man was checking in with the brat. The smaller male had told him that he didn't actually speak with his 'King' but rather another person who apparently lived in the orangette's head. That person told the other inhabitant that the coffee eyed male was currently in a state of mediation, training in order to be ready for the escape. The azure haired male had insisted that he speak to the owner of the body but was denied as if he were a child being refused a new toy. Until that moment, the conversation had been the most civil that the two had had with each other.

"Grimmjow, you have a call from Szayel", Ulquiorra said, breaking the Espada leader from his thoughts.

"What does he want?"

"The corpses."

Sighing, the shut-call stood and made his way over to the phone box next to the door leading back inside. He knew exactly what Ulquiorra meant by the corpses. It was about switching Aaroniero Arruruerie's body with Kaien Shiba's. Unknown too many, Kaien Shiba had been dead for over a decade. He had been killed by Aaroniero, who at the time was a criminal wanted for fraud and murder. In order to save his own life, he disposed of Shiba and assumed his identity for protection. He kept the body of the lieutenant and preserved it in case he needed to flee once again. However, it wasn't until a few years ago that he met the shut-call, the first person to have seen through his illusions. Afraid of being ratted out, they made a deal. The illusionist was to join the Espada and be their spy in exchange for his identity to be kept quiet about. He was one of the reasons that Grimmjow was able to avoid the Gotei 13 for years. With someone on the inside who was greatly trusted and in the loop of everything going on, it was almost too easy for the Espada to get away with everything.

The group had never once calculated the death of the noveno Espada. That was until Tensa Zangetsu came along. Ulquiorra had at first suspected that the brat knew about their little bug in the Gotei 13 but it was quickly pushed aside when they realized that the kid had as much knowledge about it as the Gotei 13 did. But this was where the problem came in. When they finally did an autopsy on the body, they would realize that it wasn't Kaien Shiba's, which in turn would give them enough evidence to have the remaining Espada arrested and/or given the death penalty. After the quarto had spoken to the pink haired scientist on the day Ichigo had arrived, he told them that they had a while to wait before he got a chance to switch the cadavers. Now Grimmjow only hoped that the man had been able to do so. If not, then tonight the Espada would leave Las Noches.

"Szayel, you could have just told Ulquiorra. You don't need to speak to me", the shut-call said as he picked up the phone.

"But it's been so long since I've heard that voice of yours. I've missed it. So deep and demanding, it just makes me so hard", Szayel moaned. "But anyway, the bodies have been successfully swapped."

"Well done. It would have been such a shame to kill another one of us."

The scientist only laughed at this. "Now, now Grimmy-chan, there's no need to be feisty. Save it for the bedroom."

Every Espada knew that the main reason Szayel even bothered to join the group was because he was only interested in was sleeping with their blue haired leader. Although, the man had been shot down more than a dozen times already, it didn't stop him from making very lewd remarks. Grimmjow had on very few instances allowed the pink haired male to pleasure him orally but nothing more. And the other male knew that he was only been used but to him it was better than nothing. Plus the octava Espada was the only one who was ever allowed to call him Grimmy-chan or the occasional Grimm-kitty.

"I also found something interesting in Aaroniero's body; I thought you might be interested to know."

"Was it a message from him?" Grimmjow asked curiously.

"No, it was something much better. It is about the way he died."

"I know how he died. He was skinned."

The scientist's sweet laughed filtered through the phone a second time. "Oh so you think! He was dead long before his face was touched."

"What do you mean he was dead already? Don't they all die when Tensa skins them?"

"I went ahead and checked the other victims of Tensa Zangetsu. Only to discover that they had been killed the way they were reported. However, the last body was done in such a way that I don't think that he realized it himself. Around Aaroniero's neck were hand marks; which could have been an indication that he was strangled to death but that wasn't the case. According to the crime scene reports, there happened to be much more blood than usual."

"Get on with it Szayel."

"After cutting open his body myself, I was dearly surprised to find that every single capillary, vein and artery had been destroyed."

"…Destroyed?" The shut-call asked sceptically.

"Imagine throwing meat into a blender and not allowing it to fully turn into a liquid; just mincing it. That's what his insides looked like but only with a lot of liquid. All his other organs besides the heart and brain were intact. Although they were flooded with blood, quite a mess to clean up afterwards."

"How is that even possible?" Grimmjow asked with his eyes were trained on the orangette by the fence.

"That's what I'd like to know. I have hypothesised that Tensa Zangetsu-san was surprised by this and still carried out his regular way of killing so that the Gotei 13 would know that it were him."

"This kid is just full of surprises isn't he?"

"I've also been doing some more research on him and nothing unusual has come up but I'll keep digging."

"Before you go, does the kid have any connections within the Gotei 13?"

"Hold a minute", faintly in the background, the blue haired male could hear the sound of keys clicking. "Oh? Well isn't this unexpected. During his middle school and high school years, his group of friends consisted of one Kuchiki Rukia and one Abarai Renji. The same two who'd arrested him. Anything else I can do for you my Grimmy-chan?"

"Just send me another vial by tomorrow. I'll be in contact over the next few days. Wait for the call."

With that the shut-call hung up the phone and leaned against the wall. His mind was currently trying to wrap around the information he'd just been given. None of it was making a lick of sense. First was the bursting of the blood vessels. Was something like that even possible? He knew that Szayel had a strange ability almost exactly like that but yet it was still different. All Kurosaki did was touch Aaroniero and he was gone. Was it a conscious power or unconscious? It must have been unconscious or else he wouldn't have bothered to skin the man. But the main thing that didn't make any sense was the fact that the body would have been autopsied anyway after it was taken in. Something just wasn't sitting right with this whole thing.

Pushing off the wall, the shut-call walked straight over to where the man in question sat. Grimmjow felt that familiar spark of lust run through his veins. Cursing silently to himself, he willed away the growing arousal. The last thing he wanted was to do something with Shiro. He needed to constantly remain himself that he was only reacting this way due to the fact that it was the kid's body. There was something about the other male that captured his attention. He wasn't sure if it was his crude attitude but there was certainly something that made him want the man. If the shut-call even believed in God, then he would pray to the man and beg him to bring the brat back before he did something unspeakable to his body or his so-called 'horse'.

The inverted eyed man stopped his muttering as the older male approached him. Inwardly growling, he had to suppress the urge to attack the man. He hated the shut-call even before they met. All for the simple reason of what he had done to King's back. The five gashes had spoiled King's perfect skin, tainted him with the essence of another man that wasn't him. He hated the fact that his king wasn't in the least bothered over it. Simply shrugging and saying 'what's done is done', pissed him off to no end. Shiro knew that the wounds were not natural; he could taste its disgustingly dark power on his tongue. It didn't bleed as much as it should have. The blood was only from the breaking of the skin. What was really torn at was King's soul. Zangetsu didn't even notice it because he wasn't as synced with the orangette as he was. He didn't want to believe that it was even possible for something like this to happen, but he could feel it aching throughout King's body. Hopefully, it would somewhat heal before he had give King his body back.

But on the other hand, Shiro hated to admit – even to himself – that the man was horribly gorgeous. Despite the amount of things he'd seen him on television or the internet; the picture really didn't do the real thing anything justice. He could understand why King was having such a hard time not just letting the man fuck him into the next century. Hell, he had pictured himself many times withering beneath the man; running his fingers through those long blue tresses. But he hated the man enough to suppress his desires. If King could do it, then so could he.

Grimmjow stopped a metre before the man, squatting down before him. "Get up."

Taken back by the tone, Shiro sneered. "And who the fuck do you think you are giving me orders?"

"Either you get up and walk on your own or I'll have to drag you. Take your pick."

The yellow eyed male would never admit that a shiver of fear ran down his spine. The shut-call's voice was calm, too calm for his liking. It was the first time he'd ever seen – or heard – the blue haired male exert his dominance. Normally he would be ordered around in a fairly playful manner, but this was too much. Staring into those endless blue orbs, Shiro noted the conflicting emotions fighting within them. There was the obvious lust he held for King but it seemed as if was directed at him instead. And he wasn't quite sure if he liked it or not. The next emotion he saw was doubt which was strange on the man, seeing as how he was usually on the top of everything, excluding the time when Shiro had first arrived. That was the only exception. Then there was pure rage which was being held back by self-control. Sure he could understand that the cerulean eyed male wasn't at all happy about their current arrangements, having voiced it on plenty occasions but this was different. It was wilder, untamed and beast-like.

And sexy as hell.

Licking his lips, Shiro nodded carefully and stood. Without another word, Grimmjow straightened up and made his way to the door leading back inside. The silence between him wasn't something the albino was used to. After the constant unpleasant banter which usually flowed between them, the quietness was taking its toll on him. He wasn't sure what had the shut-call in such a tense state but he was more than willing to find out if it meant that they could return to their normal routine of hating each other.

'Did I seriously just think that? Do I actually miss talking to him?' Shiro thought to himself. Pondering on the fact a little longer, he gave his head a shake before coming to his conclusion. 'Nah. This crazy place must actually be getting to me. I miss King…And I hate that bastard.'

"We're here", Grimmjow stated.

Glancing around, Shiro noticed that they were standing in the entrance of the library. Casting the taller male an unsure look, which was simply ignored as the other stepped forward again. The place was completely empty save for the librarian who was too engrossed in his novel to even spare them a glance. Normally, Grimmjow would react to the lack of respect but at the moment he couldn't care less. He had more important things to deal with. Moving again, the shut-call led them to the very back of the place where no one usually went. There was a small table with a couple books piled on it and two chairs. Pulling out both of them, the older male gestured for Shiro to sit.

Once they were both seated, Shiro waited a few minutes for the other man to talk. When nothing happened, he decided to end the damn silence that was pressing on his nerves. "Why are we in the fucking library?"

"The library, along with the bathrooms, is the one of the only places in Las Noches which doesn't have any cameras."

"Okay, so why did you bring me here?"

"I have some questions for you and I rather not have Aizen listening in on them."

Shiro gave the man an uncertain stare. If he wanted to ask him something he could have outside. He always did anyway, so what was so different this time?

"Shoot then."

Leaning forward, Grimmjow rested his elbows on his knees and linked his fingers, placing his chin on them. "Did you or Ichigo know that Kaien Shiba had been dead for a few years now?"

Caught off guard by the question, the inverted eyed male simply stared stupidly at the man. The azure haired male was thankful that his patience was really paying off today. He didn't want to press the man for details knowing very well how defensive he got when pressured.

"No. Not until we were about to kill 'him'", Shiro said after a few moments.

"Do you know who he really was then?"

"All he told us was that he was an Espada. Didn't believe him though. We've met and killed many people who claimed to be part of you guys."

"His name was Aaroniero Arruruerie, noveno Espada."

Although Shirosaki's face looked blank, he was on the edge of panicking on the inside. He wasn't sure of how to react to the news. King had killed a fucking member of the Espada. They both killed him. Was Grimmjow out for revenge for the loss of one of his teammates? It wouldn't surprise him if he was. The whole world knew of how loyal the Espada were to each other. Even when one was arrested and tortured for information, they kept their mouths shut. Every single one of them would rather die than betray each other. It impressed Shiro with how much they looked out for each other. If he had his own body, he would everything in his power to make sure that King was always safe. Throwing away his life for the man was nothing compare to losing him. He'd kill himself if he ever lost King. Sometimes, he often wondered on whether or not Old Man Zangetsu would ever do the same for King.

"I'm not here for revenge if that's what you're thinking", Shiro couldn't stop his eyes from widening. Was the man a fucking mind reader now? "I just thought that I'd inform you."

"And why would you inform me about the fact that I killed your teammate?" The inverted eyed male asked warily.

"Because I want to know how you discovered that it wasn't Shiba."

"The guy released the illusion he casted over his body, showing King and I who he really was. We had already sent the notice to the Gotei 13 informing them that we were going to kill that night and we couldn't very well leave him alive. It would make us look real bad."

"Understandable. Weren't you worried at all by the fact that once an autopsy was performed on the body that they'd realised that it wasn't Shiba's body?"

"To be honest, that isn't really my shit. But King thought otherwise. He needed you guys. If you're dead then what use are you to us?" Shiro ran his ran his fingers through King's orange locks, missing his own white ones. "King came to the conclusion that the guy was pretending to be Shiba for whatever reason and must have others' working with him. We just didn't think it was you guys. Anyway, King believed he must have kept the body in case he ever needed to escape or something."

Grimmjow allowed the information to process into his mind. He had to admit that Ichigo was one hell of a smart motherfucker. Figuring that much out under the conditions he was in was certainly impressive. Yet at the same time it was unnerving. He didn't like it when people thought too ahead of him. Whatever the hell went on in the brat's head, he was pretty sure that he was the brains of the operation while Shirosaki was the bronze. He wasn't all too sure about the role the third guy played but he didn't want to find out.

"Explain to me then why you killed him differently."

Shiro's lips tightened into a thin line. He sort of knew that this question was going to come but wasn't sure of how to answer it. Shit like this was normally things that King dealt with. "Who exchanged the bodies first?"

"Szayel. He autopsied the body himself and passed on his findings to me."

"It's all fucking Ichigo's fault!"

The blue haired shut-call nearly jumped at the sound of the kid's name. Not once since Shirosaki had been around had he every called the brat anything other than 'King'. It was definitely a surprised to have him referred to the other as such.

"How so?" Grimmjow inquired.

Suddenly standing up, Shiro knocked the chair back while throwing his hands in the air. "That bastard friend of yours started to talk a bit of smack which of course pissed King off with his short temper and all. The bastard had it coming believe me but I didn't think that King would release his Getsuga. Using it the way he did, was not only dangerous to himself but foolish. Hell, he was lucky it even worked the way he'd been practicing or else the man would have been completely destroyed like the earlier bodies."

Now Grimmjow was utterly lost. He knew that Aaroniero had a bit of a mouth on him that had on countless instances nearly gotten killed by Nnoitra and Yammy. He just didn't think the man was stupid enough to do so in front on a wanted psychopath. The noveno was no fighter. He was a coward who hid behind his own illusions in order to protect himself. He was one who rather watched from the sidelines than engage in battle. Szayel was the same of course but he was more valuable to the shut-call and couldn't risk him ending up dead. The illusionist on the other hand was only good for the information he got from the inside of the Gotei 13. It wasn't really sad to see the man go. It was more of a burden that had been lifted, not that he would admit it anyone.

"What the hell is a Getsuga?" Grimmjow said interrupting Shiro's on-going rant.

Pausing, the inverted eyed demon turned and gave the shut-call an incredulous look. "King never told you about his Getsuga? What the hell have you two been talking about since he came here?"

"We didn't talk as much as you think. Small meaningless conversation about the weather", the older male replied, trying his best to keep the venom from his voice.

Shooting him a frustrated look, Shirosaki leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. "The full name of the ability is Getsuga Tenshō. It's hard to describe exactly what it is but let's just say it's sort of an energy wave."

"An energy wave?"

"Yeah, King is able collect the particles around him and charges them within his body in order to make them stronger. By compressing them tightly, he can release them into a physical attack. However, King's body naturally produces special particles which are probably a million times stronger than normal ones. All thanks to the Old Man. So he rarely ever has to take in outside elements."

"If Ichigo is able to do that, then why did he bother to skin his victims and such?"

"Controlling the Getsuga is very difficult. You probably think that depending on the amount of particles used then that would be the amount of power the attack holds. Wrong. Even the smallest amount collected can be very deadly not only to the victim but to King as well. If King uses it and doesn't release the correct amount of particles which have been charged and some stay behind in his body, they become overly stimulated and sort of explode which causes shitloads of internal bleeding. If King releases too many particles, especially ones that haven't been charged properly, it makes the attack unstable and even more hazardous."

"Why did you say that the Getsuga worked?" Grimmjow asked.

"King had been practicing shooting a small amount of his Getsuga into a person's body in order to destroy or even slightly damage their various body parts. So far, it hadn't worked on a single body we acquired. It would always make them sort of explode. Not like a bang type of explosion, more of different limbs tearing off the body. So that night, I honestly didn't expect the guy to be intact after King released his Getsuga. Guess King finally got the amount right."

A silence fell between the two as they wondered into their own thoughts. Grimmjow wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't completely impressed by this information. He always wondered what the brat's power was and now he finally knew. The Getsuga Tenshō sounded almost similar to one of his own abilities called Desgarrón. The attack was too risky to use because of how powerful it was. He rarely ever bothered with it unless the situation was desperate. Luckily, he never found himself in any of those. It was his trump card which meant that no one knew about it, not even the Espada. In a strange way he was glad that he and the kid had a lot more in common than he had originally thought. Unlike the most of other Espadas abilities, he and the brat could use theirs at anytime. He knew for a fact that Ulquiorra could only use one of his when there was an electrical storm or near any sort of electrical supply. Sure he could absorb the electricity and hold it in his body but there was a time limit before they lost their charge. Szayel needed any kind of bodily sample, Zommari needed eye contact for at least ten seconds, Starrk needed his freaking little sister and Yammy…was just Yammy. Nnoitra was just special in a homicidal type of way.

"Do you miss King?"

Grimmjow nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the other's voice. Having been so wrapped in his thoughts, he'd forgotten that the other man was still standing there. He hated how he easily let his guard down around him and the brat. "Where the hell did that come from?"

Shrugging, the albino pushed himself of the wall and moved forwards a little. "Just wondering that's all."

"And pray tell how you were wondering about that when we were just talking about the Getsuga Tenshō?"

"I figured it was about time we switched topic. I mean this is probably the first real conversation we've really had and if King likes you then it's my job to see what's so great about your ass. Now answer the question."

The inverted eyed male was right but the shut-call didn't like the direction that the conversation was heading. It was going down a dark path. And they both knew that.

"I wouldn't say that I miss him", the azure eyed male said, leaning back on the chair. "It's more like I miss his body and what we did; even if it was only once. I'm fucking horny and I definitely do not go off into some corner to jack off when I know I can get someone to do it for me."

Narrowing his yellow eyes, Shiro took another step forward. "His body is right here, so why don't to use it to get you off?"

Grimmjow wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to respond to that. Hell, he'd thought about it countless times but if the brat wasn't even the one controlling his own body then it would be wrong to abuse it as if it were his toy. Sure shit like that had never really stopped him before – not that he'd ever been in such a predicament - but he did make a promise to the brat that he wouldn't fuck him yet. After seeing what Shirosaki was capable, he was sure that the guy was able to stop him if he went too far. But it was the fact that he couldn't risk his body transforming in the middle of it. No one can stop him once that happened.

"I grudgingly promised Ichigo that I wouldn't fuck him until we got out of this place", the shut-call sighed. "So just because you're in control doesn't mean I'm just going to forget that."

"Who said anything about fucking though?"

Shiro dashed forwards, crushing his lips onto Grimmjow's. As if expecting this, the cyan eyed male's hands immediately grabbed the other's thighs and lifted them as he stood. The paler man wrapped his legs around the taller man's hips and weaved his fingers those silky blue locks. The shut-call backed them against the wall and grounded his hips, pressing his erection against Shiro's. Giving the albino's bottom lip a hard nip, he thrust his wet appendage into the awaiting mouth. His tongue came into contact with smaller male's own and couldn't stop the groan that erupted. Unlike Ichigo's slick muscle which was smooth, Shiro was rough and much more powerful. They began a fierce battle for dominance. Both had their eyes open, glaring at each other as they fought. Grimmjow covered the bluish-black tongue with his and began pulling it into his maw. Sensing this, the inverted eyed male bit down harshly, drawing out a bit of blood. This, however, didn't hinder the cerulean eyed male from trying to win. It only seemed to spur him on even more. If there was one thing Grimmjow loved, it was a challenge.

Both of them were completely lost in each other. Shiro's hatred for the shut-call completely disappeared, understanding the amount of pleasure in which King had received from the man. He was no one. He wasn't supposed to be able to feel an attraction to anyone that wasn't King. But there was a part of him– a strong part of him – which burned with raw unwanted emotions. It filled him with the need for human warmth, warmth that wasn't King's. Grimmjow didn't care that he was practically abusing the brat's body. He didn't care that the one he was kissing wasn't his desire. It was that something about the inverted eyed male which was forcing him to abandon his control. Both of them made him lose his control. He obviously hated it but it felt so damn right. He couldn't understand the feeling that was coursing through his veins. He didn't understand why his body just wanted him to let go and give into his primitive side.

Suddenly Shirosaki pulled back, breaking the kiss causing the blue haired male to growl. Just when things were getting good, the man had to go and stop before getting to the good shit. Grimmjow wanted to curse at whatever forces were at work. Was it too hard to catch a simple break? What had he ever done to deserve this? He had to resist the urge to throw himself on the ground and scream like a child throwing a tantrum. Sure he killed a few people – a lot of people – but that didn't mean it gave the world the right to blue ball him especially after he'd been so patient. Burying his face in the crook of the pale neck, he nipped and sucked on the flesh, convincing himself that the other male only needed to catch his breath.

"What?" Shiro's voice called out, panic laced in his tone.

Inwardly groaning in annoyance, the shut-call leaned back and looked at the man. Confused masked his face as he noted that the albino's eyes had a far-away look. "What's wrong?"

Silence was the only thing that met him. Unsure of what to do, the cyan eyed male shifted slightly not breaking his gaze. "Fucking hell", Shiro muttered after a while.

"Care to explain what's going on with you?"

"King's requesting me to come to him so that we can…Never mind the fucking reason! Just take care of King's body while I'm gone!"

"What? Shiro what the fuck are you on-!"

With a last patronizing smirk, Shirosaki's eyes rolled back and closed. The load in Grimmjow's arms immediately became dead weight and he stumbled to keep a grip on it. What the fuck was going on? One minute they were lost in a lustful daze then the next he was left with an unconscious body and a raging erection. Snarling, he shifted the body over his shoulder fireman style and walked out of the library.

For some reason, he felt like an idiot. A puppet in someone's game. If there was one thing Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Sexta Espada didn't allow, it was to be made a fool of.

Someone was going to pay.

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Poor Grimm, I feel like he is being made a fool of. Well next chapter shit hits the fan!

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