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The War Within	By : Raymy Category: Bleach > General Views: 3458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Oh me, oh my. I am so sorry I took so long to update. This is my first experience with chapter avoidance syndrome. Partly due to an infestation of plunnies, for which I have several hutches constructed now so I could get back to this chapter, and partly due to lack of sexual inspiration. I did lots (and I mean lots!) of research, but just couldn’t visualize my scene. So, I hope the final product is satisfying, as I’m good with it. If you're interested, I've made a Youtube playlist of the song set mentioned in this chapter. You can find the link in my Reveiw Replies Topic in the Forum; that link is in my profile.
Chapter Warnings: M/M/M, D/s, Anal, Oral, HJ, drug effects, swearing, strangulation (incomplete), Voyeurism, Rough Sex.
4. Instinct Reset: Primera & Sexta & Octava, Oh My!
Szayel observed, not dispassionately, the two Espada over the next hour following the injection.
Their physical symptoms of arousal were growing stronger with each passing minute. They weren’t deeply sedated; the opiate merely relaxed them to ease the transformation process, which would finish by the hour’s end. Occasionally, eyes would roll; a head would shake on the pillow, right to left to right again. The subject’s hands weren’t idle, either; randomly clenching the thin fabric of the mattress cover and rubbing sweaty palms into muscular hips and thighs. The most provocative manifestation for Szayel was the moaning. It stoked his own fire, listening to the deep sighs and seductive groans. He even thought the quiet whimper that came from Grimmjow was kind of sexy.
Of course, there was nothing unexpected about this new development. He had planned for it to occur. The unexpected phenomenon was that in combination with the opiate, the reaction was almost instantaneous, instead of the usual 40 to 60 minutes to begin taking effect. If he’d known the unauthorized aphrodisiac in the drug mixture would behave so potently, he would have adjusted the opiate dose accordingly.
He had presumed he had plenty of time to witness the transformation of both Espada before engaging the next phase of his plan. Now, he would have to multitask, memorizing details in his head while participating in the erotic stage of the method, writing it down later. It wouldn’t be easy, but he was very good at compartmentalizing his logical thoughts and intense emotions.
Approaching the one hour mark, the not-so-innocent Eighth could see the pronounced outline of the men’s stiffness against their clothing. They could no longer keep their hands by their sides. Starrk, not surprisingly, since his basic instincts were resurfacing, was the first to touch himself, pressing hard against his sexual ache, spreading his legs slightly. His burning blue-grey eyes roamed over the room, hunting for something to ground himself on. They found a golden gaze, framed by rosé tresses, returning the heat in kind.
Szayel sidled in between the stretchers and lowered Starrk’s railing back down. He checked his patient’s temperature for the sixth and last time, having monitored it every ten minutes. The pattern of a spike, followed by a gradual drop to normal, was the indication that the process was concluding. He was relieved to be past the first hurdle, it having gone smoothly and without incident.
The deviant inventor set his clipboard aside on the adjacent table; it being filled with meticulous notes documenting every fact he could obtain. He turned back and took a moment to appreciate Starrk’s powerfully built body and the menacing jawbone mask fragment resting on his collar bone which was tempered by his alluring coffee coloured hair laying in waves against the headrest. When Szayel’s eyes connected with Starrk’s again, those golden orbs conveyed a silent promise to take care of his Alpha’s mounting need which the perverse Octava planned to rectify by finally giving in to his own escalating desire.
His hand reached out and covered the First’s, riding along with the purposeful strokes. Then, he slipped his fingers underneath the other’s hand to take over primary contact. Starrk pushed his hips up into the foreign touch, exhaling a deep, rasping moan. “Ohhh.” He calmed himself and implored with half-lidded eyes, “Szayel, what have you done?”
“Relax, Starrk,” Szayel soothed, as his fingers carded through the brunet’s hair. “I’ll explain everything later. After I give some relief for your … crisis.” Szayel pulled his hands away, temporarily, to undo the supine man’s black sash and white hakama. The jacket fell open as he pulled the clothing free from the straining penis, exposing it to the air. It bobbed and lengthened with it’s restrictions removed.
At the sound of a sudden intake of breath, the naughty genius tore his gaze away from those lust-ridden eyes, and did a quick shoulder check to find Grimmjow watching intently, his head twisted toward them. It seemed he was at the same level of progress, his only hand cupped around his clothed erection, slowly stroking and moaning.
“Just a minute, Starrk, I have to attend to Grimmjow, too.” Szayel was sorely tempted to latch onto the exposed warm cock right then, to stroke it again, but considered that he might have difficulty letting go to see to his other patient. The First resumed his own comforting action, a slight frown on his forehead at the neglect.
Coyote Starrk was discomfited that the brainy pervert had put him in this position, but his want was so strong, he couldn’t deny it, and was even willing to allow the devious Arrancar full access if it would only help him along to completion. He swivelled his head toward the former Sixth and watched the wicked clinician fondle Grimm’s covered hard-on while at the same time checking his temperature.
Szayel divested the younger Espada of his clothing constraints, as he had done for the older, and positioned himself sideways to have access to both men, simultaneously. He’d moved the guard rail on the other gurney down already, with only about a foot wide gap between the two stretchers; enough for Szayel’s slim hips and legs to fit snugly.
Now that Grimmjow’s erection was free to bounce and stretch, too, the men found a hand wrapped around each of their lengths. The concurrent groans thrilled Szayel, this being the first time he’d ever done something so licentious. Having two gorgeous, virile males at his mercy had been just a private fantasy; one he would often dream about in the solitude of his bed chambers. He revelled in his accomplishment, regarding Starrk on his right, and Grimmjow on his left.
He synchronized his movements, playing each of the hard shafts, sensitive heads and soft sacs like an instrument; orchestrating a symphony of shallow breaths to deep sighs, erotic humming to lustful moaning, punctuated occasionally by the Sexta’s high pitched whimper, bringing to mind the ring of a cymbal. He continued to squeeze, massage and lend friction to heighten their arousals for as long as his arms would hold out. He rocked his pelvis in time with his strokes while flinging his head back, hair flying wildly, and grinning maniacally in jubilation.
Grimmjow finally verbalized his uncontrollable yearning, “Fuck Szayel, you’re one sick fucker and I wouldn’t normally even consider it, but I need you to give me more than just your helping hand. Get that big grinning maw over here and suck my dick. I can’t take any more of this hand-only shit.” It was surprising that Grimm hadn’t complained about the general predicament Szayel had put him in, but the kinky scientist figured that the blue-haired dynamo lived primarily in the moment and would give him hell, later, when he regained his senses.
“Mmmn, Grimmjow, while your filthy mouth could use a long, thick toothbrush itself, I’m highly motivated to overlook your crude raunch and comply.” That quip was met with a puzzled frown initially, but was followed by a giant grin as the undomesticated feline Hollow caught on to his ostensible meaning that yes, he would get a blow job. Starrk managed to hide a smirk from his comrade, recognizing there was a veiled undertone of derision in the words.
Suddenly, both men shuddered when the stimulating pressure subsided as the clever libertine released his hold on each phallus, eliciting parallel groans of relief and longing. He moved out from the space between the two stretchers and pushed them together, the clicking sound of a strong magnetic catch echoing throughout the empty lab.
Feeling the overall mood would be enhanced if he filled the noiseless void, he snatched a remote control from the side table and clicked through some ambient music he’d acquired from the Living World. He’d been interested to test its effect on his emotions, and consequently, his psyche, now that the Hogyoku had given him a heart.
The curious mentalist, who resolutely sought to expand his knowledge and perception, wasn’t satisfied with the random instrumentals and switched to the next genre of songs he’d acquired after his initial study. This grouping was definitely more suitable; with driving beats and bass guitars that evoked sexual longing. It began with the sultry baritone of Tea Party‘s “Release”, the slow rhythm filling the room. That ought to kindle the sensual atmosphere. He knew there would soon be faster, louder selections to fuel their carnal appetites.
With a quick stamp of his foot on the locking mechanism of each rolling bed, satisfying himself that their orgy platform would not skate off into some important experiment, he turned his attention back to his sexy specimens.
He removed his shirt, rescuing a small tube from its pocket before dropping the uniform to the floor. Tossing the lube on Starrk’s side of the mattress, he climbed onto Grimmjow’s side, slinking toward him like a seductive pink panther, amber eyes locked with deep sky blue, while blue-grey looked on in intense wonder.
Starrk was trying to reconcile his prior opinion of the 8^th Espada with the vision in front of him, which surprisingly inflamed his passion. He’d not really given it much thought before, accepting that the highly intelligent Arrancar fulfilled his role in Aizen’s army. Now, he’d had an epiphany that the pink-haired man possessed a cleverness that rivalled Ichimaru Gin’s. His brain rapidly put together events he’d witnessed that had a touch of Szayel in them. He had a talent for orchestrating more than pornographic symphonies and that impressive ability fanned the small flame that was forming in Starrk’s chest and groin.
Grimm, too, was looking very different than his earlier impressions had furnished. The man’s raw sex appeal was easily evident, but his aggressive nature was now a tempting draw. He could see how the former Sixth should never have been demoted, he was just as strong and commanding as ever, even without an arm. The recently restored Alpha had the kernel of an idea form in his mind as he admired the two Espada and the need to possess them both welled up inside him.
With knees resting on either side of Grimm’s left leg, Szayel lowered his head and hungrily took the meat popsicle into his mouth, ass raised in the air. “Ahh, Fuck yeah,” Grimm purred, head thrown back, spine arched up, and legs spreading wide.
The scene piqued Starrk’s ardor, his fist pumping in time with Szayel’s sucking, which was also in sync with the pulsating music. He shifted his hips across the mattress, lifted Szayel’s leg to straddle both his own and Grimm’s, and pressed his side tightly against the Sexta’s armless half, within easy range of the hedonistic alchemist. The First grabbed the Eighth’s closest hand and pressed it against his engorged cock. “Jerk it, Szayel. You started this, so now you’re damn well going to be my bitch.”
The Primera had given up being concerned about the how or why of this predicament and was wholly focused on the what and who. He’d always been a “go with the flow” guy because life was so much easier that way, so this sidetrack didn’t faze his inner logical core; it was better to let his instincts take over and enjoy the ride.
Starrk pushed up onto his elbows to watch the gifted boy toy blow the beautiful blue warrior, while simultaneously milking his own pulsating cock. Then Szayel switched, taking his rod deep into that moist cavern while stroking Grimm’s dick.
“Ohhhh, fuuuuck.” Starrk left his mouth open as he let his head dangle back, hair trailing down, immersing himself in the feeling.
Grimm was a touch let down to be back to a pole-waxing and hunted for a way to increase his stimulation. He checked out the Primera’s pose as he was getting suctioned. Shit. He’s fuckin’ sexy as hell. That exposed throat was especially tempting. He didn’t care why he was thinking like that. He’d already reacted strongly when Starrk’s impressive cock had been revealed, and hadn’t admitted his attraction then.
The music had transitioned into the harder cadence of Bush’s “Testosterone” and was invoking all the right responses.
Grimm wasn’t the tentative type, but this was the Primera he was ogling. He only hesitated a second before contracting his abdominals to lift himself on par with Starrk’s elevation without the aid of an arm. Twisting his torso while holding himself in the extremely punishing 30° angle, he put his right hand on the man’s stomach. He slid his palm across the defined abs and up to cup the firm curve of the muscled breast, fingers brushing the nipple, repeatedly.
Starrk lifted his head to turn and look languorously at the bluenet. Those fiery sky-blue irises held his gaze, impassioned and needy, as the hand travelled over his chest, up to gently grasp his neck. He wanted to satisfy that need as well as his own. He leaned toward Grimm and was met halfway by the eager Espada. As their jaws locked on each other, the tactile impact was sublime. The velvet texture of the Sexta’s shapely lips caressed his own; then parting his teeth, he received an erotic tongue-lashing that triggered a primal moan deep in his encircled throat.
Szayel not only heard the intense resonance from the Primera but felt both boners stiffen even more than before. He pulled off Starrk’s cock, making a slurpy pop, and glanced up. The grin that spread across his face had more meaning than simple pleasure at seeing the tantalizing picture; this was exactly what he hoped would happen. The two men were cementing the Alpha-Beta dynamic, with Grimm trying to show the Alpha his prowess, and Starrk confidently offering an outlet for his Beta’s fire. He went back to pleasuring the two men, taking turns with each, while they grew accustomed to their new relationship.
Grimm’s head was swimming with desire plus a drop of bloodlust, as his probing tongue tried to dominate the other, his grip slightly tightening on Starrk’s neck. He was inundated with mental images of putting his teeth on the First’s throat, pushing him down, and fucking him into the mattress. The urgency of his compulsion, aided by the screeching vocals of Bush’s lead singer, Gavin Rossdale’s ‘real full of it’, threatened to overwhelm him and he pressed harder into the delicious mouth while squeezing the throat ever more firmly, ignoring his straining stomach muscles. A growl began deep in his lungs, reverberating in his chest, growing louder as his actions grew bolder.
The Primera had accepted the Sexta’s advances, allowing him to demonstrate his power and intent, proving he was a worthy Beta. He knew Grimm’s instinct was taking over, because he felt his own, too, which had helped him to realize Szayel’s longterm plan with this reawakening.
Starrk, newly empowered by Alpha instinct, recognized the growl as the point at which he had to halt the Beta’s assault and show him why he was the Top Dog. With a movement so swift and clearly dominant, he pinned the bluenet to the mattress, pressing his chest against the other. He left Grimm’s hand at his neck to show he was unafraid as it would never be able to strangle him, his Reiatsu preventing it. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go and clamped his teeth over Grimm’s facial mask-bone, exerting enough pressure to make the bone’s teeth grind and start to splinter.
Grimm’s eyes widened in fear and he quickly released his Alpha’s neck, letting out a submissive whimper. He finally became aware of the influence his instinct had over him and that he’d been challenging his Alpha. His Alpha. When did that happen?
When Starrk had made his move, he’d kicked Szayel off of him and Grimm, but had managed not to injure the Octava, having mastered control over his instinct already. He released his hold on the partial jawbone and licked it, letting his own power heal the fractures.
Szayel recovered quickly from his expulsion and recognized this was a significant moment for Starrk. He reached over to the side table and turned the music’s volume down. The next song had already switched to a powerful ballad, Sarah McLachlan’s bewitching “Possession”. As Starrk comprehended the lyrics, it struck him that this was another one of Szayel’s subtle influences.
Coyote Starrk gazed into Grimmjow’s awestruck eyes and commanded, “You’re mine now, not Aizen’s. And you’re my Second, no longer the former Sixth. We’ll just go with Beta, for now, so as not to imply a rebel faction within Aizen’s army, in case we’re overheard at any point. I’m allowed a Fracción and now that you’ve been demoted, you’re available.”
Starrk turned to Szayel, “And you’re mine, too, which you already knew, and I suspect you have been loyal to me for a while now. Obviously, at this point you’re my third but you must realize, that may change as I recruit more Espada into my pack, with your help, of course.”
“Oh, I have no aspirations to be highly ranked. I’m thrilled you accepted me.” The devoted Arrancar paused the song set as the last one ended. “I’ll give the drug to whomever you deem appropriate to join. However, we’ll all have to be very careful not to appear too different, but we can talk about that later. I’d think you’d want to finish the … mmmn … bonding, right now.”
“Yeah, let’s get to fucking cuz this boner’s not the least bit affected by all this chatter. That’s some powerful drug, Third.” Grimmjow’s bravado rose to the occasion, not wanting his Alpha to think he was some cowering Omega.
“That sounds great to me, and you’re both gonna be my bitches, now.” Starrk leered shamelessly as he knew there was nothing they could do about it.
Now that Starrk had twice called him his bitch, Szayel felt an electricity shoot down his spine, straight to his asshole. He quickly resumed the playback and turned the volume up. “Summertime in the Void” by I Mother Earth kicked off the next set.
“If you want to fuck someone, Second, I’m sure Szayel would oblige you,” the Alpha offered, knowing he could direct his pack as he saw fit. “Maybe even both of us at the same time, eh?” His rekindled dominance traits were leading him into arenas he’d never even considered before, but was rather inspired to try.
Szayel shivered at the thought of two cocks filling him. He was in seventh heaven, living out the erotic fantasy he’d dreamed of having with Starrk. He hadn’t originally pictured Grimmjow as the other participant in his threesome, but that was before he had devised this plan, and there was nothing to be done about it now. Besides, the vulgar man was sexy, built like a tank, horny as hell, and he couldn’t complain about the size of his cock, either, so it worked out fine.
Grimmjow was good with that idea, too, wondering if getting fucked by Starrk while fucking Szayel would also be possible. Only one way to find out. “All right then. I got a green light, so I’ll take my turn first. Get over here, you dirty deceiver, I’m gonna make you pay for what you’ve done.” He didn’t sound very pissed off, though, because aside from his lust, he also felt a contentment at having someone like Starrk to belong to. He would never submit willingly to Aizen or Baraggan, but this man was a true leader, and he silently pledged himself to his Alpha and his new pack.
Szayel shimmied out of his pants, snatched the tube-o-lube from Starrk’s side where he’d been shoved, and crawled over to Grimm’s side. “Here. Don’t be too generous. I like the feeling of friction.” He smirked, then he swung his hips around to push his ass up in the bluenet’s direction as the brisk beat from the speakers picked up.
“Fuck. You’re a direct and to the point kinda guy.” Grimm’s eyes were wide with surprise.
“Not always, I just want to finish with you so I can have my Alpha. It’s my reward for returning him to his destiny. Not that I won’t appreciate you.” He eyed Grimm’s raging hard on.
“Grimmjow, hand me that tube. I’m going to be the first to give my benefactor a little gratitude.” Starrk removed whatever clothing still clung to him, and gently pushed Grimm out of his way, taking the lube from him.
“Ahww, Shit.” Grimmjow complained as he let himself be usurped. He thought for a mere moment before adding, “Then you’re going keep your mouth busy on me, again, until it’s my turn.” He moved around to Szayel’s head and poked his dick at his face.
With skilled attention, Starrk’s Third did his best to pacify the Second, while the First petted his backside, setting the lube down for the moment. Szayel could hardly wait to be possessed by him, and he wouldn’t have to wait long, from the feel of his Alpha’s probing hand on his butt.
Starrk worked the ivory ass, massaging and squeezing the pert flesh. He gave it a light slap and watched as the white handprint changed to a pink one. “Mmmn. Looks good on you.” He worked up a spittle that he let drip into Szayel’s crack, then rubbed his fingers up and down it. He tucked and slid his cock between the butt cheeks, moving the fullness of his hands over the Third’s back and ass. “Oh, yeah, feels good.”
Sometime prior to Aizen finding him and Lily alone in the desert sands, surrounded by dead Hollows, Starrk had shared intimacy with someone, though it was a foggy remembrance. However, it seemed the moment he was exposed to the Hogyoku, he’d lost his way, wallowing in lethargy and partial amnesia. He’d had no interest in any of his new companions until this moment, now that he was engulfed by the erotic sensations he’d been experiencing since Szayel’s injection. The fear of losing control was pricking at his mind, but he had an inner strength that would pull him through, just like it had always done.
Grimm could only focus on the amazing sensations in his cock, balls and inner core. Fuck, he loved getting a blow job. The bluenet saw through his lust haze that Starrk had lifted and pulled Szayel’s hips back against himself. Mmmn. Watching the two of them was adding an unexpected thrill to his bliss.
Szayel felt a wet thumb push in and out of his hole. “Ahhh,” he sighed, finally on the brink of penetration, while slapping his cheek with Grimm’s fuck muscle. The thumb buried itself up to the second knuckle and grazed against his inner wall. A jolt seized him for a second, followed by a warm spread of delicious tingling. “Nngggh,” he moaned and gyrated his ass.
“You say you like friction, Szayel? Then, I’ll just make sure you get it.” Starrk’s lustful fever spiked when he decided to fuck with just the barest of lubricant. He spit in his palm and slicked up his cock with the saliva. Then he pushed the head against the tight little pucker. He watched in fascination as the cockhole swallowed him inch by inch, “Ahhh, nice. Take it all in, Szayel.” His pelvis nestled in snug to his Third’s behind, and he let the feeling of total encasement gratify him for a moment before pulling out fully and reinserting again slowly.
“Ahhhhh, Fuck that’s amazing,” the pink topped bohemian quivered as he took Grimm’s hard shaft in his mouth, wanting to feel the two men fuck him from both ends.
Grimm’s gaze connected with Starrk’s as their motion synced on the in-stroke. They kept rhythm with the instrumental section of the song, forging a partnership that promised to be harmonious into the future. Minutes passed and they hardly noticed Szayel turning to mush in his own ecstasy; they were so caught up luxuriating in their carnal euphoria and intense bond.
Starrk’s mind was free from burden and wandered back to the idea of two dicks in one hole. He wanted Grimm to join with him, not just a socket for his plug, although that was appealing, but as an equal. They were to be matched forces, penetrating the darkness of Hueco Mundo; specifically the Menos Forest tomorrow, but eventually Las Noches, itself. He indicated with an outstretched arm for the bluenet to stop his oral plunging.
Grimmjow blinked a moment before he realized Starrk wanted him to pull out of Szayel’s mouth. He obeyed, watching the other lift the golden-eyed rag doll up against his chest. The pink head rested on his shoulder, while slender arms raised up and looped around the back of his neck. “Come here, Grimm, we’re gonna make an egghead sandwich.” The First smirked and Grimm chuckled lightly at the joke as he removed the last of his clothes and shuffled over to press against Szayel’s front.
“Szayel, wrap your legs around him,” Starrk whispered the order into his charge’s ear. He gently assisted the sex-weakened lower limbs, knowing they were about to become even more jelly like, and left his hands resting underneath for support. “Grimm, can you do this?” He didn’t spell it out for the Beta, expecting they were on the same wavelength.
Grimm was right there with his Alpha, “Of course! Just stretch him a little for me, I only have one hand and I need it to line myself up.” His boner stiffened in a jerk when considering what he was about to attempt. Well, that was a good thing; he’d need a hard one to fit in beside Starrk’s. Shit. More good thoughts of rubbing next to the other’s cock in a tight space. He shuddered to loosen the image so he could concentrate on his task.
As the next song, Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight Remix”, filled the room, the former Sexta grabbed the lube lying next to Starrk’s leg and slicked up his rigid rod. Starrk’s hands stole across Szayel’s butt to tenderly tug at the clenched muscle ring. Grimm pushed his cock firmly against the Alpha’s base to squeeze into the narrow passage.
Szayel screamed at the intrusion, tensing his torso and scratching at Starrk’s nape; both at the pain and the joy of the dual pricking. Grimm’s advance inward was deliberately slow, as he was savouring the pressure and heat on his cock; Szayel was just lucky to be able to adjust because of it. It was surely the pink freak’s karma to know the burning agony of being pierced and injected. When he was fully seated, Grimm wrapped his arm around both bodies and leaned into Starrk’s lips to suck at his lower lip. “There. Sandwich is made. Time to rip into it,” he purred and growled at the same time.
“There’ll be no ripping, Grimmjow. We need to take care of our playthings; they’ll last longer that way. Show him you’re sorry for saying such a thing.” Starrk pointedly moved his eyes to Szayel’s mouth. He’d interpreted the tautness and nail scraping as an indication that the scream held anxiety as well as desire, and his protective nature asserted that the object of their lust was still a thinking, feeling being.
Grimm wasn’t really wanting to hurt the scientist … badly. He just had such an appetite to devour his captive, and his brain had a flimsy filter. He was actually learning to like the weirdo, at least as far as sex went. He could certainly give good head, and now his tight hole, not to mention his willingness to “experiment”, were winning him bonus points.
Sky blue eyes displayed his best effort at an apology as Starrk’s Second took the Third into a deep kiss. The First joined them in appreciation of his new saviour’s brilliance by sucking on the creamy, vulnerable neck, pink locks tickling his chin.
The wild blueberry’s wet kiss and his Alpha’s tongue and teeth on his throat transformed Szayel’s aching rectal stretch into a pleasurable fullness, and he sighed into Grimm’s mouth while relaxing his posture on Starrk’s frame, fingers playing with his hair.
At the sign that Szayel was accepting the double penetration, Starrk lowered their target slightly and began to slide in and out, shallow at first, increasing depth and speed to pace in time with the music. “Ahhh, Fuuuck” came from three voices, a polyphony of rapture.
Grimm then added his thrusts in opposition to Starrk’s. The resultant friction for the trio rapidly sent them toward the brink of climax. Panting, grunting, fucking like animals, their vocalizations got louder and rougher, the combined Reiatsu growing and expanding like a nuclear mushroom cloud.
They were bound to attract attention and the person who was heading in their direction, on orders from Aizen, felt the intense pressure easily from five minutes out. He could discern the sensual undertones and grinned deviously at the notion of eavesdropping on the sexcapade. Gin drew his Reiatsu in tightly to evade detection as he approached.
Starrk was enjoying this … tripling? (not coupling) immensely but as his blue-greys drilled into Grimm’s heavenly blues, he yearned to be inside the vital Hollow. He mouthed the words, “hold on” and stilled his pelvis, feeling the other’s pause, also. He carefully pulled out, hearing a whimper from Szayel and a grunt from Grimmjow. Mmmn. It’d be nice to get the whimper out of Grimm. He’d heard it before and liked it.
Starrk braced the two interlinked pack-mates as he lowered them back to the mattress, Grimm on the bottom, legs straightening. He placed both small pillows under Grimm’s hips and then pulled Szayel back up to sit, helping him swivel around to face him.
“Aaack! That’s so fuckin’ strange.” Grimmjow convulsed as the hot channel rotated around his dick, yanking and twisting it.
“Not strange. Delightful.” Szayel countered, revelling in the interesting sensation.
“Szayel, place your legs between Grimm’s and spread them, tucking them under his, to open him up for me.” The erudite lecher smiled wantonly as he heeded the instruction. Grimm sucked in a breath of apprehension, instinctively wanting to resist the implication.
Starrk found the lube where Grimm had dropped it and prepped his cock and the bluenet’s entrance, somewhat hurriedly, in his urgency to claim his prize. “Ready, Grimm?” The First showed some concern over his quarry’s trepidation.
There was pregnant pause, followed by the punchline, “Ready? I’ve been waiting for this moment, for all my life, Oh Lord,” as Grimm sardonically copied the closing lyrics of Phil Collins’ song during his brief consideration of the question. The next song began and odd sounds emanated forth, the origins of which were unknown to the threesome.
Starrk “hmm’d” at the machismo of his Beta and shook his head. He was not so concerned anymore, so he lined up and plowed into the hole, just as the lead singer screamed “Yeaaaaah!” into the microphone. Grimm’s desire to “rip” might just well come true, only not in the way he’d imagined. With sweat dripping off his jaw now, after banging Szayel steadily for the past 10 minutes or so, Starrk resumed his jackhammering, only into Grimm, this time.
Just as Grimmjow was reeling from the shock and thrill of being taken violently, “Psycho Circus” by KISS blared into their ears. He laughed maniacally, indulging in the perversity and pain. It was exactly his kinda kink.
Gin had snuck into the lab, undiscovered by the scientist’s surveillance system, concealed himself in a nook, and played audience to the rest of the performance. Hey, KISS’s song said, “Welcome to the show!”
Starrk set a blistering pace, driving into his amazingly hot, tight Second, matching the beat pounding through the speakers. Szayel wanked his hard on with one hand, and braced his other on Starrk’s shoulder while he bounced on Grimm’s stick like a carousel pony at a carnival. Grimm dug his fingers into Szayel’s hip, aiding the Third as best he could, since he couldn’t move his own hips. It was wonderful, though, being pinned this way. Fuck! It was just what he’d hoped it would be.
Everyone had their love muscles tended to, except Gin, who had to reach down inside his hakama to rub himself as the erotic savagery was too much to resist. Unfortunately, his yielding to lust allowed his controlled Reiatsu to fluctuate, making his presence known to both Starrk and Szayel. Grimm was oblivious, as expected, lost in his paradise.
Neither “performer” would stop for a voyeur, though. Moreover, it stimulated them to reach orgasm faster. Szayel was the first to erupt, head flung back, thoroughly enjoying the idea of Gin watching him. Starrk encouraged him, “Yeah –– fuckin’ beautiful –– come for me.”
Then Grimm could hold on no longer at hearing Starrk’s words and shouted, “Fuuuuck, I’m coming, Starrk. Ahhhh!” His ass clamped on the pistoning rod, while shooting his load up into Szayel. The clenching channel sent white waves of delirium through Starrk; the Beta finally getting his chance to strangle the Alpha.
Starrk was deluged with all kinds of signals firing off in his brain. Most had to do with the fucktastic orgasm he was having, but some contained memories he still couldn’t place. Was he going to keep getting flashes of his life prior to Aizen, to even Lily?
Szayel pulled off Grimm at the same time that Starrk slipped out of him, eliciting the cutest whimper Starrk had ever heard, making him smile at the cherry on top of this mind-blowing experience. He removed the pillows from Grimm’s backside and laid beside the bluenet, facing him, rejoicing in his pride and conquest.
Szayel shakily climbed off the gurneys and still naked, made his way over to Gin’s corner. He crouched down and grinned up at the Shinigami, no malice in his intent. “Gin, my friend, if you’d like some help with your … situation, I’d be happy to oblige.”
The two had the beginnings of a friendship already and Gin didn’t doubt the other man’s honest wish to assist. He was hesitant, though, as they had never been intimate. He accurately surmised that the three Espada; well, two plus a former, had also never had sex with each other before today, so perhaps it was a day for firsts. “Shah. Oblige away.” He lowered his pants to give the Octava easy access.
The music set had finished but the revelry didn’t end. Szayel “helped” Gin while Starrk messed around with Grimm some more, since the aphrodisiac hadn’t totally worn off, yet. The triumvirate knew they still had to have a talk before it was time to leave on the mission, but it would have to wait till after another round of hide the pickle, and some much needed sleep.
No wonder Lord Aizen had informed him that the process took twelve hours, Gin thought idly as he received the best blow job he’d had in a long time. If Sōsuke didn’t know what was involved, though, it would explain why he’d sent him to check up on them. Oh well, he’d deal with that revelation later. Right now, he had entered into wonderland.
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