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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 22 - Temporary Replacement
After what happened in the meeting room Grimmjow felt the need to get some time alone from everyone and everything. He hated leaving Ichigo with Aizen but he knew Aizen wouldn't touch him, so he left Las Noches, decided to spend some time in the Menos Forest, maybe even kill a few Hollows for the hell of it.
To his annoyance though, he felt someone following him. He suddenly stopped, and the one following him stopped as well. He looked at the man and immediately recognized Aaroniero Arruruerie.
"Whaddya want?" he questioned, annoyance written all over his face. In general he didn't really know much about the 9th Espada, only that he was a Gillian and that despite it he was allowed to join their ranks, due to some ability of his that allowed him to limitlessly evolve by consuming other Hollows.
"We believe we are heading in the same direction so we were wondering if you perhaps might need some company."
"Fuck off," was Grimmjow's only reply. He didn't care what else the other Espada had to say, he simply Sonido-ed away, leaving him behind. He hurried, wanting to get there as soon as possible and for the most part he thought he had gotten rid of Aaroniero, but to his own shock, by the time he arrived at the entrance to the forest, he was already there.
"What took you so long?"
"How did you get here before me?" asked Grimmjow through gritted teeth. He didn't like it when others made him look like a fool.
Aaroniero was quiet for a moment, as if he was thinking. "Well, you see, we are quite familiar with this place considering it's our main source of food, so of course we'd know a shortcut or two that would get us here faster than the usual boring long way." He sat on a nearby rock and leaned on the tree behind it. "The light of Las Noches is really not to our taste... this darkness though, we absolutely enjoy it." He crossed his ams in front of his chest and sighed. "Aizen-sama is completely ignoring the fact that some of us need darkness to use our powers. You're lucky, being able to stroll through the light with no problem."
"Ceh, that's because I'm strong."
"Oh yes you are, so very strong," replied Aaroniero in a somewhat mocking tone.
Grimmjow stomped towards the 9th and grabbed him by the jacket. "What the hell are you trying to say?" He bared his teeth, clearly indicating he wouldn't stand idle while being made fun of.
Aaroniero lifted his arms in defeat. "Nothing, relax, we didn't mean to offend you. How about we go see if we can find any worthy opponent around here?"
Grimmjow let go and straightened. "Whatever," and then he started walking away.
"Surge through the seas and rage through the skies, Najibara!" Grimmjow heard the other speak and turned around, curiosity getting the best of him. It was somewhat fascinating to see a mere Gillian being able to wield a Shinigami's Zanpakuto. And it didn't even look half bad, being an interesting cross between a trident and a ji. Then again, why did he need to go so far? The forest was probably filled with weaklings anyway. "Will you really be needing that?"
"Yes, since the range of the weapon is longer than that of a normal zanpakuto and we'd rather not dirty our clothes with the blood of lowly Hollows. Plus, there's a Shinigami that keeps escaping us and that we really wish to kill and consume."
Once Grimmjow was informed about the Shinigami named Ashigo who roamed the forest killing Hollows and Gillians, they both started looking around for him, hoping to quickly find him, but no matter how many Hollows and Menos they killed it didn't look like Ashido had any intention of showing up. As for the Hollows, those who possessed intelligence were either hiding or running from them as far as possible. A few hours later they both decided to stop and take a break. No matter how much fun killing mindless Hollows was, it still ended up as turning into something boring as long as Ashido kept hiding.
Aaroniero turned his head and looked at Grimmjow. Truth be told, he was envious of his number, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried to win in a fair fight against Grimmjow he would ultimately fail, but who said it had to be a fair fight? "You know, we were surprised earlier when we had a chance to take a better look at that pet of yours," he said, immediately peeking Grimmjow's attention.
Grimmjow growled, he didn't like anyone talking an interest in his pet. "And why is that?"
"Relax, it's not what you're thinking, here, let me show you," said Aaroniero and slowly took off his mask, his usual doubled voice changing while doing so, the entire time watching how Grimmjow's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What the hell is this?" the 6th Espada asked and quickly got on his feet, only to stop in front of the 9th and grab him by the neck. He narrows his eyes, carefully looking at the other's face. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Aaroniero laughed and then stopped when the hand around his neck painfully tightened. "No, of course not. Some time ago I consumed a Hollow who merged with a Shinigami, that's why I can release this guy's zanpakuto," the 9th answered, and pointed to his face. He smiled when Grimmjow's hand loosened a bit. "So anyway, as I was saying, it's interesting how similar Kiba Kaien and Kurosaki Ichigo are.
"Who's Kiba Kaien?" asked Grimmjow confused.
Aaroniero rolled his eyes. "This guy, obviously. The funny thing is that he used to know that small shinigami female, Kuchiki Rukia, the one who gave Kurosaki Ichigo his powers. She probably still feels guilty for killing him." He chuckled darkly, remembering all the details of Kaien's death as it has been his.
"She killed him?"
"You could say that, she protected herself and he jumped straight into her zanpakuto. What a fool! Then again, if it wasn't for his foolishness I would have never acquired his spiritual body. Now, how about you let go of me?"
Grimmjow didn't let go, he didn't want to. He was fascinated, it was as if he was looking at his pet, the only difference being the hair and eyes color, but he didn't care about that, the mere sight of Aaroniero's face making him want to rip his clothes off and pound into his probably tight as hell ass. He licked his lips, his eyelids half-closed, his imagination running completely wild. "You're making this really hard for me you know?"
Aaroniero smirked, of course he knew, but that didn't mean he wouldn't play innocent. "Am I now?"
Grimmjow didn't answer and instead just pushed the 9th further onto his back and pressed his body against the other. Seeing the lack of struggling as a confirmation to proceed, he snaked his hand around Aaroniero's waist, still not letting go of the neck but merely switching to grabbing it from the back, and began trailing kisses from the neck all the way to the mouth, truly curious how different this Espada tasted compared to his Shinigami. Strangely enough, he didn't taste of anything, and that was somewhat disappointing. Now that his curiosity had been satisfied, he moved back to the neck, slowly kissing, nipping and licking on the skin there until he couldn't take it anymore and simply bit down, hard enough to make Aaroniero buck beneath him in surprise. While Grimmjow was expecting to taste some blood, there was none. He withdrew his fangs and stared Aaroniero in the face, further examining his features. This Gillian was such a mystery.
"Grimmjow?"
"Get on your knees," the 6th suddenly commanded, the dangerous tone making Aaroniero shiver. When he didn't move, Grimmjow grabbed his hair and practically forced him to kneel in front of him.
Aaroniero seemed to be struggling for a bit, out of either shock or pain but he didn't resist much, it was after all, something he considered when he decided to play this dangerous game. He also didn't forget to grab his weapon and quickly set it on the ground as he was forced to sit on his knees in front of the now extremely aroused Espada.
Grimmjow looked down at Aaroniero with a sadistic expression on his face. "You shouldn't have showed me your face." A moment later he freed his half-hard erection. "Now make me feel good."
Aaroniero looked around nervously, or at least, that's what he wanted the other to believe. He couldn't look too... easy, because then the 6th might suspect something. "Right here and now?"
Grimmjow laughed. "What, you're shy now? No one's here, they all fled the moment they sensed my reiatsu." He didn't expect Aaroniero to worry about that, in fact, it was as if he was actually considering doing what Grimmjow was asking, which was odd. Sure he was hoping the 9th wouldn't fight it, and he didn't exactly plan on forcing him either if he absolutely refused, but he was actually considering it. Grimmjow couldn't have been any happier. He was so horny that he was wondering how come he hadn't exploded until then considering how often he saw his pet but was not allowed to touch him.
Aaroniero almost laughed at how self-centered Grimmjow was, as if it was his reiatsu alone that scared most of the weaklings away, as if the 9th had nothing to do with it. His eyes flashed with rage for a second but Grimmjow didn't notice, too lost in his own desire. He would forget about that for now and go back to the matter at hand, or... mouth, or both of them. He stared at the erection in front of him, almost laughing at how easily it had been to get Grimmjow horny. However, he wasn't exactly an expert when it came to matters of sex, since all he cared about was eating and by doing so, getting stronger. That aside, he couldn't exactly properly pleasure Grimmjow with his mouth even if he wanted, his head being mostly a big cylinder covered in what he knew others considered to be a good looking face. He slowly raised his right uncovered hand and wrapped it around Grimmjow's erection, making him shudder. He gave it a few strokes, and seeing how the 6th was enjoying it, he became confident enough to open his mouth and give the head an experimental lick, making the higher ranked Espada shiver in pleasure. Grimmjow wasn't even fully hard yet and Aaroniero couldn't help but wonder how big he really was. He kept licking and sucking as much as he could, not stopping for even a second, making the length quickly grow in his hand. Grimmjow was tasty, in fact, he very much wished to eat him, literally.
"Don't even think about it you gluttonous bastard!" Grimmjow growled baring his teeth once again, his voice completely startling the man at his feet.
"I wasn't, I mean... no, I wouldn't do that," Aaroniero pathetically stuttered, shocked that the 6th could sense his intention. Immediately panic started to take over him, and it felt as if a cold bucket of water had just been dumped on him. A series of questions started plaguing his mind, about if Grimmjow knew, or how did he know and what was he planning to do with him now that he knew.
"You've been warned!"
Aaroniero opened his mouth to further try and defend himself but before he could utter another word Grimmjow forced his erection back into his mouth as far as it would go, which wasn't really far. Judging by the way the grip in his hair tightened, the other was definitely not happy about something. His head was pushed back and then raised up, the sight of Grimmjow's narrow eyes making him flinch. Of course Grimmjow was too dumb to realize his anatomy wasn't a perfect replica of the Kiba Kaien Shinigami. "That won't work, I don't exactly have a throat, this is merely a face I can create outside my real container."
Grimmjow pulled on Aaroniero's hair tighter, in frustration. All he wanted was to get his dick sucked until he came, was that too much to ask for?
Seeing how quickly Grimmjow was losing himself to the frustration and anger, Aaroniero knew he had to interfere before it was too late. It was now or never. "That doesn't mean I can't make you feel good," he whispered sweetly, then licked his lips in a way that made Grimmjow's cock twitch in anticipation. His hand snaked around the still hard as a rock member just like before, then, with his tongue, he gave it a long and sensual lick from base to the tip where he stopped, and, after wrapping his lips around it, began to once again suck and lick, this time swirling his tongue around it, occasionally using his teeth to add that dangerous feel to the hole situation, making the other Espada shiver and moan in pleasure. The left gloved hand soon joined the other, the destination however being Grimmjow's balls. Aaroniero started massaging them, knowing the material would feel nice against the skin.
It took Grimmjow everything he had to just stand still. He closed his eyes and imagined it was the Shinigami on his knees at his feet, sucking him off, and not Aaroniero, that his hand was tightly clenched in soft orange locks, and not dark ones. Yes, if he closed his eyes then his dream could pass as real.
Aaroniero, seeing as the other was lost in his own fantasy, which surely involved the Shinigami, not that he really cared whether the 6th was thinking about him or not, carefully switched the tasks his hands were doing, decided to bring Grimmjow as close to the edge as possible. The pace of his hands quickened and so did his sucking, and soon enough, Grimmjow was close to completion. At that moment, just before he came, Aaroniero quickly removed his right hand from the balls he was massaging, grabbed the weapon that was laying on the ground next to him and with as much strength as he could muster he pushed it forward. The 3 blades of the trident-like zanpakuto began their trajectory straight for Grimmjow's chest, and then it hit, flesh and bone, blood falling on Aaroniero's eyes, momentarily blinding him. He quickly opened his eyes again, wanting to see how him alone had managed to kill the 6th Espada. To his own horror though, he was met with a look of pure hatred and anger, as the now wounded Grimmjow finally realized what was happening. Aaroniero yelped in shock though when he saw that what his weapon hit was not Grimmjow's chest but his arm, and before he could get away to a safe distance from the now furious Espada, the hand he still had clenched around his own weapon was caught by Grimmjow's other hand, Aaroniero finally realizing that he might have made a mistake in trying to sneakily kill the 6th Espada.
"You damn bitch. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. I suspected you were going to try and stab me in the back, but I was hoping you wouldn't have the guts to do it," Grimmjow said, a hint of disappointment in his tone, hidden far beneath his anger. When Aaroniero tried to get up, Grimmjow pulled the weapon away from his now injured arm and grabbed him by the neck, blood flowing in torrent all over the 9th clothes from the severily injured arm.
Aaroniero was truly beginning to panic. He knew that even if he released his zanpakuto he wouldn't stand a chance of winning no matter how injured Grimmjow was at that moment. He tried to pry the hand away but it wouldn't budge an inch. If only Grimmjow was number 7 he could certainly be able to at least put up a fight but as things were he might as well be resigning himself to death.
Grimmjow squeezed harder, threatening to break the container that had Aaroniero Arruruerie inside.
"Please forgive me!" He begged in two distinct voices, his face beginning to melt and retreat into the container.
Grimmjow growled, and only squeezed harder. "Stop that! I don't want to see your disgusting face or hear those fucked up voices. Go back to being that Kaien guy before I obliterate you from existence!"
Aaroniero immediately did as he was told and soon enough, to his surprise, Grimmjow let him go. He got on his feet, shaking in fear, his desire to try and tempt fate by fighting almost gone.
Grimmjow's dark chuckle made Aaroniero further retreat away from him. While the 9th fearful eyes were on him, he proceeded to pull up his hakama from the ground, the material rubbing against his still hard erection, almost making Grimmjow whimper. Not only did he not get to cum, since the asshole injured him before he could finish, but he also ended up with a bloody arm. His imagination was running wild, trying to think of ways to slowly torture and kill the idiot who didn't know his place.
Aaroniero on the other hand was just watching not even daring to move an inch and try to recover his weapon, even though he really wanted it, because he didn't exactly feel like dying without even doing a damn thing about it. Grimmjow's mad expression was making it difficult for him to even move a finger though. It was as if he was frozen. He'd seen the 6th Espada angry before, but not to such an extent, it was as if Grimmjow was a bomb which could explode at any moment. He was surprised however when Grimmjow asked him to pick up his weapon. "What?" he asked, not believing he had heard right.
"I said pick it up, release your zanpakuto, and fight me in your Resurrection form. Then I will show you exactly the difference between your number and mine." The 9th wasn't moving though, giving Grimmjow no other choice but to pick it up himself and throw it at him, watching how the other caught it. "Now release it!" Then he remembered he had heard how Aaroniero's Ressurection was not exactly the nicest looking thing around. "Wait! On second thought, don't, the last thing I need right now is to get disgusted by you." He paced around the place for a minute or so, trying to figure out what to do with the idiot who injured him. He wanted to kill him badly, but his erection wasn't exactly agreeing with what his mind was planning to do. He felt so frustrated that he wanted to kill Aaroniero, then everything in the Menos Forest and then maybe at least half of the inhabitants of Las Noches as well, but... there was always a but... he was horny as fuck and somehow that seemed more urgent than going on a killing spree. He sighed in frustration and grabbed his hair, knowing that at that moment his mind had lost the battle with his dick. He raised his head and looked at Aaroniero, the expression one of fury mixed with lust, making Aaroniero flinch and take a step backwards.
"W-What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to fuck you, now bend over like the bitch that you are and shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear any complaints from you after what you just did."
Aaroniero backed away further, until his back hit some rocks. He didn't want to get fucked and then killed. Judging by the insane glint Grimmjow had in his eyes, neither of those two would be quick nor painless.
The 6th laughed, making his prey close his eyes in fear. "Would you rather I force you? You know I can do that. You know what I did to the Shinigami, don't you? Everyone probably knows, although I still have no idea how they found out. How did you find out? Tell me!"
"Szayel told me," he finally answered when Grimmjow Sonido-ed in front of him and backhanded him across the face so hard the cylinder underneath slightly cracked. When his weapon was taken from him, he didn't even fight back, nor did he do it when Grimmjow covered his body with his, and pinned his wrists above his head.
"Ah, so it was that crazy bastard after all. I'll be sure to teach him a lesson next time I see him, but that's not important right now. What are you going to at this moment is what matters the most. Then the 6th whispered in the ear of the lower ranked Espada, with a husky, lust filled voice: "I promise not to kill you if I end up having a good time."
"I... agree," Aaroniero finally answered when the 6th did something unexpected and stroked his length a few times. He enjoyed it, he wanted more.
"Good!" exclaimed Grimmjow , grabbing Aaroniero by the arm and dragging him to some stone. Once they reached the desired destination he proceeded to undress the 9th, his own erection twitching in anticipation each time he uncovered more of the beautiful body hidden underneath the bloodied clothes. By the time he was done, Grimmjow was close to drooling. Not only did Aaroniero have a face similar to that of his ShinigamiI, but the shape of the body was close as well. He pulled his own hakama down once again and stepped out of it, then threw the jacket on the ground. He didn't want any material to get in the way of him feeling everything Aaroniero had to offer. "Take off that glove,' he commanded.
"Trust me, you don't want me to do that," Aaroniero seriously answered, hoping the 6th would understand.
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, but didn't insist. He looked down at his own aching member and decided it might be a better idea to have Aaroniero wet it some more since he wasn't sure the precum it was leaking would be enough to not tear the other's passage. Not that he cared about the other enough to worry about such things, but he was curious how that face looked twisted in pleasure and not in pain.
Aaroniero immediately proceeded to do as he was told since pain was the one thing he could never really stand. By the time he was done, Grimmjow was smirking again. When he was grabbed and bent over the stones, he didn't fight it, and even though he still feared he might just be killed afterwards, he knew that when Grimmjow said something he usually kept his word. Then, to his surprise, he was turned around, his back now on the stone while he was facing Grimmjow. A look on confusion passes his features.
"Don't try anything funny, I warn you! This is your last chance so you'd better not fuck it up."
Aaroniero simply nodded, but he was curious. "Why?"
"I want to see your face while I pound into your ass," and as soon as he finished saying it Grimmjow parted Aaroniero's legs and entered him in quick hard thrust. He watched the 9th face twist in pain and shock, obviously not expecting the pain, and when the other tried to escape from his grasp he only tightened his hold on the shivering body.
"It hurts, please, let me go, please!" Aaroniero begged in two distinct voices again, one much whinier than the other, making Grimmjow slightly annoyed.
"Stop that!" he yelled, and then proceeded to caress the tensed body with one hand, the other firmly clenched around the 9th wrists so that he wouldn't get away from him.
If Aaroniero could cry, he would've, but as things were, all he could do was pitifully whimper in pain, dreading the moment when Grimmjow would move again, knowing that it would hurt a lot worse than it did at that moment. As time went by, the pain started to lessen, and when Grimmjow pulled out a bit and thrust in again, it wasn't as bad as he expected. The next few trusts hurt less and less and to his own shock, he was starting to enjoy it. His wrists were released and he grabbed Grimmjow's shoulders, the sudden urge to sink his nails into something quickly taking over him, but then something unexpected happened, a pleasure like he had never felt before hit him like a hurricane, his body jerking beneath the 6th and making his toes curl. He felt Grimmjow smirk against his skin and the next second the same pleasure hit him again. This time he ended up shamelessly moaning as the 6th continued to hit that exact same spot over and over again. The 6th was relentless, as if he was decided to kill him this way. He felt a warm tongue on his nipple and his cries only increased, all the licking, sucking and nipping, along with the heavenly feeling of being filled making him believe he died and ended up in a place where only unimaginable pleasure could exist. That wasn't all, and Grimmjow prooved it when he grabbed the forgotten member that was bobbing up and down between their bodies and started stroking in time with his thrusts. At that moment, Aaroniero was sure he would end up dying from pleasure overload by the time it would all be over.
His face along with his cries made it very hard for Grimmjow to not come right then and there. It took everything he had to stop himself from cumming, because he wanted to see the face just like that for as long as possible, to feel that hard and well built body against his own and to have those tight walls grip at his dick for as long as possible. Aaroniero was tight, so tight it almost hurt Grimmjow, but it only added to the overall pleasure. He closed his eyes and once again imagined his orange haired Shinigami moaning and crying in pleasure beneath him. His pace quickened, and so did the hand he had earlier planted on Aaroniero's member. Soon enough, the 9th's walls suddenly clamped against him and he opened his eyes to see him cry in absolute bliss, at the same time a streak of cum shooting towards his chest. That was all it took to bring him over the edge as well. He plunged his length as deep as he could one last time and came with a roar, his own bliss completely overriding the pain in his arm. After what felt like an eternity before his dick finally stopped cumming, he slumped against Aaroniero who was so spent he couldn't even open his eyes anymore. Grimmjow also felt exhausted, and lazy, he didn't even feel like removing himself from the warm passsage he had thoroughly fucked. They were both panting heavily, their little round of sex leaving them exhausted.
"That was... almost as good as food, if not better," softly whispered Aaroniero.
Grimmjow wanted to laugh but he was too tired to even do that so instead he just smirked. "You gluttonous bastard..."
Then they both chuckled and stayed like that for a while longer, their bodies entangled while they basked in the afterglow.
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