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blood_crowFFFFFFF, I'd been having trouble with this chapter so I'm surprised that I got it done today.
Title: Smoke and Mirrors [Part Eight]
Pairing: Grimmjow x Akon [in that order]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, gayness, m/m sex
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So, Akon told me that his bastard captain put some kind of bacteria in his system that lets him see everything we do. Does it piss me off? Of course it fucking pisses me off. Pisses me off so fuckin' bad that I was seeing red. I thought I'd gotten rid of that yellow-toothed fucker, now he's in my business all over again. These damned shinigami just don't know when to fucking quit. I'm already in a piss mood over being stuck in this hell hole, shackled like an animal, I don't need some freak spyin' on me.
I could've thrown Akon out. In fact, that was my first fucking instinct. Throw the two timing rat out and never look at him again. Or better yet, hunt the bastard down, rip off his head, then shit down his throat and piss on his corpse. I'd hunt him after throwing him out cos it'd be funner for me to give him a false sense of security. It'd be funner for me to jump him when he least expects it, and stalking someone when they're not suspecting is the best fuckin' thrill that I've ever known.
But then I got another idea. An even better idea. Because fuck these shinigami if they really think they've got one on me. The yellow-toothed bastard wants to spy on me? Shit, it pisses me off but it'd piss me off even more if I let him think that he's won. I don't check myself for anyone, especially not some freak shinigami. I was planning on fucking Akon black and blue, and I'm not gonna stop myself now. I'm not a pussy and I do whatever the fuck I want, when I want. These fuckers can't control me no matter how hard they try.
Plus, I'd like to take this opportunity to express one big "Fuck You." I'm gonna pin Akon down and fuck him so raw and so hard that he might bleed out when we're through. All the while I'll be grinning and looking him in the eye to make sure his captain sees every gory detail. If the bastard wants to use his own subordinate to get info on me then fuck, I'll give him all the info he wants, and I'll use his puppet even worse.
Deep down there's another part of me that knows different. There's another part of me saying that this is just my way of putting claim on what's mine. I marked Akon, I made the horned dipshit my fucking territory. Fuck his captain for thinking that he could use what's mine. If anyone's gonna use Akon, it's gonna be me.
I'll show that yellow-toothed freak what it really is to use someone.
With the usual grin, I yank the rest of Akon's white uniform off and throw it aside. The look on his face is surprised but he doesn't do anything, and I don't give him any time to as I shove him back so he falls on my futon. The sheets are in a heap because I never did get around to fucking fixing 'em. But it looks kinda good, like I'd already taken the horned shinigami for five or six rounds. The only thing missing is his blood and come staining those dirty sheets.
"Grimmjow, what are you doing?"
As usual Akon's voice is low and calm. If he's getting hot and bothered it's hard to tell by his tone. But his hairless brows are furrowed faintly, and his eyes are dark when he looks at me. I've never really noticed his eyes before, so I don't know if they're naturally that black or if they're all pupil. I just grin at him and narrow my eyes, then step closer and kneel down in front of his legs. He's propped on his elbows and one of his brows arches faintly as he watches me. I grin wider and reach down to take his waraji and tabi off.
"What the fuck does it look like, dipshit? Stop asking stupid questions and take your fucking clothes off."
He doesn't answer right away, just stares at me silently like he doesn't know what's going on. Then his dark gaze drifts sideways and he falls back, lying flat on the futon as his hands go to the obi around his waist.
"I didn't think you'd want to after I told you that my captain could see," Akon mumbles softly as his fingers work, tugging the sash free. I snort loudly and grip his hakama in my fists, yanking it down in one sharp tug. It snags around his knees and he gives a little grunt. My eyes are on his legs and I watch as the muscles in his thighs tighten, bunching into thick cords under his skin. They're bigger than I thought they'd be, and so is his dick as it lies limp between his legs. The fucking bastard, he isn't even hard yet.
I glare at the offending cock and yank Akon's hakama the rest of the way down. I get his feet out of it and toss it away, leaning down to lick over his knee.
"Maybe you should stop thinkin' so fuckin' much," I mutter, my teeth nipping at his flesh. It's smooth and salty under my mouth, and I work my way up quickly, dragging my tongue over his inner thigh. "'cause obviously you ain't very good at it."
Akon chuckles huskily, sounding more breathless than he did a minute ago. It makes his body shake beneath me and I groan softly as I suck on a patch of skin.
"I'm very good at it, actually. I know you just have something to prove right now, Grimmjow."
Pausing in my ministrations, I glance up to see the other man looking down at me. There's a lazy little smirk on his face, and if I didn't know any fucking better I'd say that Akon was smug. The fucking bastard. I'm supposed to be the smug one, here. I'm supposed to be the one smirking and shooting cocky stares. I just growl lowly and bite down, sinking my teeth into his thigh so hard that they pierce his flesh. His whole body jerks and his leg gives a little kick.
"Ah, fuck.."
There, that's more like it. This time his voice isn't as controlled as it usually is, and that arrogant tone is gone. I hum my happiness and taste metal on my tongue, feel his blood pooling in my mouth as I shrug my jacket off. It falls to the floor and I start crawling up his body, spreading his legs wider to make room for myself. He's breathing harder now and his cock is getting hard. I can see it twitching and filling with heat, rising towards his stomach. I hold his legs apart with my hands on his thighs, my fingers gripping his flesh like merciless claws. Then I lean down and nudge his dick with my nose, eyes drooping as I sniff. He smells musky, and his scent is sharp enough to send blood straight to my groin. I snort through my nose gruffly, blowing air on his cock. It forces a moan out of him and his legs quiver under my hands. I smirk and press my tongue against his cock, licking up the hard shaft in one slow, long swipe.
I thought Akon was tense before, now he's wound as tight as a fucking spring. A hoarse, strangled little grunt sounds above me, and the horned shinigami shifts around on the futon. I watch as he sits up, his head tipped back, eyes closed as he starts removing what's left of his uniform. I feel my mouth going dry as the white and black robes fall off his shoulders and slide down his biceps. His shoulders are broader than I thought they were, and he has even more muscle than what I glimpsed that one day. The bastard is ripped, but without being too bulky. He looks toned and fucking...strong. It makes me growl, itching to bite and devour. Why the fuck does he wear that uniform when he looks like this underneath it?
A second later and his hand is in my hair, yanking my head away from his cock. I don't know whether to snarl with fury or grunt in surprise. I know how stupefied I must look, I can feel it all over my face. I can't let him see me off balance so I shake the expression in favor of a mean scowl.
"I've never had to tell anyone this. Don't even think about biting it."
For a moment I have no fucking clue what he's talking about. Then I'm grinning slowly as my eyes narrow to sinister slits. "Read my fuckin' mind, shinigami. You look good enough to eat."
Akon doesn't say anything, but his eyes hood and there's a flush working its way from his cheeks all the way down his throat. His chest is heaving a little faster with each breath he takes, and I grin even wider, feeling the feral glint in my eyes as I stare at him. I snap my teeth at his cock, stopping just short of the head. He gives a jerk and I don't know if he's actually flinching or just reacting out of reflex. But he's really starting to pant at this point, and his grip on my hair is so fucking tight that it's actually hurting my scalp. Then his other hand is in my hair and he's cupping my head, his fingers gliding over my scalp and his thumbs brushing along my eyebrows. It's such a weird thing for him to do, like he's fucking...petting me. My brows end up furrowing a little but I can't deny that shudder racing down my spine. My scalp is tingling and my skin is starting to catch on fire, little sparks of pleasure going off in my belly. Akon tilts my head back for me and he drags his nails over my scalp, combing his fingers through my hair, teasing the sensitive skin behind my ear, then rubbing the damned cartilage between his fingers.
All of it makes my fucking toes curl, an almost-whine trapped inside my throat. He's hunched over me and he starts to lean down, so I hold onto his thighs for purchase and surge up to meet him halfway.
The kiss isn't as violent as I wanted it to be, but it's still all teeth and tongue. It feels good, especially when Akon's hands are still in my hair, pulling and twisting the strands. I let my eyes shut and concentrate on just kissing him, devouring that mouth, taking from it everything that I want. He tastes bitter, like the shit he smokes, but I don't give a fuck. I thought I'd hate it the way I hated those cigarettes, but in all actuality I find myself liking it instead.
Any sweeter and it wouldn't be Akon.
His hands go to my neck as I press up. I crawl into his lap and rest with my legs draped over his, straddling his waist. He pants against my mouth and his head is forced back now that I'm looming over him instead of kneeling between his legs. I use the new position to my advantage, grinning at him as I smack his arms away so his hands release my neck. Then I grab a hold of his hair, crushing a handful of those short, spiky strands in my fist. It's thick and coarse and the sharp ends stab my palm, making it itch. His eyes are barely open and I yank his head back, baring his throat in one taut, strained looking column. Akon just groans and licks over his swollen lips, and I growl in response while leaning down to drag my tongue over his jugular.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to?"
Those words have me pausing, and I pull back just far enough to see him. My eyes narrow suspiciously and I cock an unimpressed eyebrow. "The fuck do you mean?"
Akon stares back at me with hazy eyes. It's hard to take him seriously when his mouth is hanging open like that, when his face is flushed, when his eyes are overcome with lust, and when there's a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. It brings my attention to his horns, and I can't help staring at them, my own eyes drooping. I hadn't even realized why I liked them so much until Akon said it. I've never put much thought into the hows and whys of things, I'm more concerned with what is. His horns were there and I liked 'em, and that's all there was to it. I could've given two fucks over why I liked 'em.
But now when I stare at him, I can't help imagining what he'd look like as an actual Arrancar. I can't help imagining what he'd look like with a gaping hole somewhere on his body, and with more bone litter from a broken mask.
"I mean, did you ever consider the fact that maybe I don't want to fuck you?"
His voice brings me back and I blink once. Glancing at his eyes instead of his horns, I frown softly and furrow my brows. "Give me a fuckin' break, Akon. You've been all over me, like hell you don't wanna fuck."
The horned shinigami just smirks softly, and I feel him trying to tilt his head like he always does. But my hand in his hair restricts his movement, so he just settles for smiling more, the look on his face lazy. "It's safe to say that things have changed since then."
Growling lowly, I scowl at Akon and shove his chest. He falls back against the futon, and his body is still trapped under mine. I continue to glare as I resist the urge to collect snot at the back of my throat and spit it at him.
"Are you talking about that bacteria shit?"
"Our first fuck under a microscope wasn't what I had in mind, exactly."
At that I make a strangled sound, my upper curling. "It's just a fucking screw, don't make it sound like somethin' girly and special. And don't be a pussy, either. I thought you were a fuckin' scientist. Don't you wanna go along with your captain's study? Ainchya turned on, you sick fucker?"
I end my sentence in a mocking tone, sneering. Then I grab both of his wrists in my hands and slam them against the bed, holding the horned shinigami down as I grind my hips slowly. For all his talk he's still hard as a fucking rock, and I can feel his dick throbbing as I move over it. Akon's fingers give a twitch, and then they curl to form white-knuckled fists. I watch his face as I rock against him, watch the way his eyes scrunch and the way his lips move over his teeth like they don't know which direction they should be going. His head tips back on a quiet moan, and his hips buck violently so they collide with mine. I spread my legs wider and let my head fall forward, leaving it to hang down uselessly. I hold onto his wrists so hard that I think I'll snap the bones, but I couldn't care less. It feels too good rocking against him, to have his hips meeting mine for each thrust. My body is on fire and my cock is screaming for release, and it's then that I realize it's still trapped inside my hakama.
With a angry curse I let go of Akon's wrist so I can rip my obi off. Once I've thrown it away I lift my hips and push my hakama down, then lean forward with both hands planted on either side of his head while I kick it off. Then with a few practiced maneuvers I manage to toe out of both my waraji and tabi. He watches all this past his lashes, and I flash him a shit-eating grin, baring my teeth. Now that I'm just as naked as he is, I lean back again so I'm sitting all of my weight on his visibly aching cock. He utters a muffled groan and the next thing I know, I'm slapping him across the face.
I don't really know what came over me in that moment, but fuck if it felt good. The way my palm stings, the sharp sound that rings around us when my hand meets his cheek, and his wide eyes... It all makes me sport a grin so fucking huge that my own cheeks start to hurt.
"I didn't take you for the smacking type," Akon finally says after a long pause. His voice is quiet but steady, and he turns his head back to look at me. For a second his expression is unreadable, but then a barely there smirk turns the corner of his mouth. I chuckle huskily and bring my hand down on his chest, relishing in the second sharp sound.
"That's for bein' a pussy. If you wanna act like a bitch, I'll treat you like one."
It's Akon's turn to chuckle, his chest bouncing under my hand. He takes the initiative to arch his hips up, rolling them in a languid wave. It feels good, almost too good. I like his body between my legs too much, so I send him a half-hearted scowl and move away. His brows arch a little as he watches me, and he sits up so he's resting on his elbows. The way he tilts his head looks questioning, and I just leer at him as I reach under the mattress for a tub of lube.
"Bitches don't top cos they don't have the equipment," I inform him in a lazy drawl, cocking an eyebrow. He just smiles softly and I shove his hip with my foot, hard enough to roll him so he's on his stomach. He rests on his elbows again and the bored way in which he lays there makes it look like any day at the beach. I mutter a dismissive "tch" and move behind him. After nudging his legs apart with my knees, I unscrew the top of the lube and grab hold of his hips, using my grip to force his ass up. He goes with it and readjusts so he's on his knees, then turns his head to look at me over his shoulder.
"With the way you moved I wouldn't be surprised if you've taken cock before, Grimmjow. You looked a little too happy sitting in my lap, like you were just dying to ride me."
Scowling, I sneer at Akon and make a derisive sound. Like fuck I was dying for it. I was just getting under his collar, showing him that he was putty in my hands and that he had no fucking say in the matter. Whether he wanted this or not wasn't up for debate. Even if he was fighting me I'd still force him down and fuck him into oblivion. As it is he's perfectly willing, and he looks like a bitch in heat with his ass in the air like that. I give it good look, keeping my stare as bored as possible so he won't see how appreciative I really am. I eye the sack hanging between his spread legs, before reaching out to palm it. Akon groans at my touch and presses back, every muscle in his backside flexing so it looks like his skin has a life of its own. My eyes roam over his naked body, up his strong thighs, his tight looking ass, and over his back. His head is hanging down and his shoulders are hunched, sweat beading along his spine.
I wanna bite him.
I growl throatily and squeeze his balls too tight. His grunt stutters and he sends me a look over his shoulder, his voice strained as he pants, "You take longer with foreplay than I thought you would. Do you care enough to make sure I'm riled up before getting on with it?"
Growling louder, I bare my teeth menacingly and let go of his balls. I have a brief thought in which I rip his nuts from his body and shove them in his mouth, but it's gone in an instant. I'm too busy grabbing his hips and yanking them closer to give way to more violent fantasies. I stare at him blandly and dig two fingers into the lube, then spread his ass and rub my fingers over his entrance. I don't give him much time to prepare himself before I push in, resisting his contracting muscles and shoving my way to the third knuckle. His whole body goes rigid and I watch him shift around, his hands grappling the sheets before he pushes himself up so his arms are straight. I gotta say that I liked it better when he was on his elbows, because his ass was higher in the air and he looked dirtier. But I don't have time to care and I twist my finger, thrusting it impatiently to open him up.
"Get that twisted look off your face, bitch. Grow a pair and take it," I tell him, staring at his furrowed brows and ignoring the way he jerks. I have my left arm around his thighs so he can't move away, and after a few more pumps I add the second finger and crook them together. His back arches and his legs quiver in my hold. He's panting harshly at this point and he looks back at me, his face red and his eyes burning with lust.
"I wasn't complaining, was I?" he utters in a husk voice. I smirk softly and force my fingers deeper, twisting them around and spreading them to scissor him open. I keep on twisting them, harder and harder until Akon's eyes screw shut and he makes a strangled sound.
Looks like I found what I was looking for.
Grinning wider, I press my fingers against his prostate, stabbing it as he rocks back. I let go of his legs and let him move, his hips pumping back and forth as I use my now free hand to coat my cock.
"Where...why do you have lube, anyway?" Akon pants between breaths. I remove my fingers and his body shudders visibly, black head of hair falling down. I rub my hands over his thighs, digging my nails in to leave scratches and trails of blood. Then I grab hold of his hips and pull them back, forcing him against my cock. I don't care if he got enough prep, frankly I don't know why I bothered at all. If I hurt him it's his problem, not mine. I keep that in mind as I start pushing into him, forcing the head of my cock past the first ring of muscle.
"I have it to get off, why the fuck else? Dumbass."
With a lazy smirk I buck my hips, and more of my dick slides in, filling him about halfway. He gasps loudly and I can see his hands scrambling for something good to hold onto. He settles for grabbing the sheets in his right fist, then splaying his left hand over the wall. I reach around his body and rub the palm of my hand over his cock, moving it in circles from the base to tip. It earns me a throaty groan and Akon arches back, moving his hips to take more of my cock. A few more inches and I'm nestled tight, his ass cradled against my hips. He's clamping down so hard that it actually hurts, so I close my eyes and focus all my energy on just fucking breathing.
Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I stroke up and rub my thumb over the dripping slit. Maybe if I distract him with this he'll relax and ease up. Then I wouldn't feel like my cock is losing circulation and that his ass is gonna choke the fucking life out of it. It seems to be working because his muscles loosen up, however slowly, and it feels like he's opening around me. That makes me shudder and I squeeze his dick, holding it in my hand like it's good stuff that I need to look after.
"The slide's better with lube," I mutter, my tone hoarse and raspy. As if to prove my point I jerk my hand, moving it over Akon's straining cock. He may be relaxing but he's still tight as fuck, and it's all I can do not to pin him down and take his ass for a ride that he won't forget for a whole week. Leaning over him I bite his shoulder, gnawing on his flesh and wiggling my hips. There's a smirk on my face when he groans and wiggles his hips back.
That's all it takes, and I can't hold off any longer. I push Akon forward, forcing him down so he's lying on the bed instead of kneeling. He's pressed tight against the mattress under my weight, and I move my arms under his. He looks a little dazed as he turns his head to the side and rests his cheek on the futon. His eyes are barely open and his lips part on heavy breaths. I nuzzle the back of his head, his dark hair rough against my face, and then I start licking behind his ear as I move my hips.
It's even better than I thought it'd be. Akon's skin is hot and sticky against my own, and his legs are sprawled on either side of mine as I thrust into him. It makes me dizzy to fuck him like this, to have him trapped under me with nowhere to go. It makes me dizzy to feel how sweltering his body is and to hear him groaning and gasping in that rough voice of his. I bite at the shell of his ear, sinking my teeth in and yanking. His head jerks back and his cry is so throaty that I feel it resounding against my chest. I growl my reply and bend my head down to attack his neck. I'm sliding my hands down his muscled torso as I attach my mouth to his throat, sucking blood to the surface to leave an angry mark. His muscles move under my hands, his abs flexing against my fingers. I claw at that hard surface and keep going south, lower and lower.
Akon utters a weak groan and pushes his hips up, lifting them as high as they'll go with my body restricting them. His legs spread wider as he does it and I'm forced even deeper inside him. My lashes flutter and I hiss like a rabid animal, resting my forehead between his sweaty shoulder blades. My hand finds his cock and I curl my fingers around it, stroking him in time with my hips. He's getting louder now and he keeps pushing, re-shifting so he's on all fours. I go with him and use all my willpower to sit up instead of draping myself over his back. I keep my hand on his dick and move the other to his thigh, using it for leverage. I don't even have to do anything at this point, Akon's good enough on his own. I watch him past my lashes as he moves, thrusting back on my cock and then forward into the tunnel of my hand. There's sweat running down his spine, pooling at the small of his back and then fanning over his waist. His groans are the huskiest I've ever heard them, rasping in his throat like I'm tearing the sounds from him with my bare hands.
It's the best thing I've ever seen. It's the best anyone's ever looked on all fours with my cock shoved up their ass. It's the best anyone's ever sounded as I fucked them. My heart is beating erratically and every inch of me is on fire, burning with need so bright and hot that I can barely see straight. My head lolls back and my eyes start to roll as my mouth falls open. I grunt louder with every thrust, and I drag my hands over Akon's thighs, feeling the strong muscle flex under my touch. My balls are starting to draw tight and I know that I'll go over at any minute.
But I'll be fucking damned if I come first.
I snarl like something possessed and fist his hair to yank his head back. He cries out and the sound is strangled; I know that I've pulled hard enough to hurt, that his throat is probably drawn so tight that it's hard for him to breathe. But I just keep on pulling and lean back, using my hold on his hair so I don't slip out of him. I have nothing but the head of my cock inside him now, and I can feel him spasm around me. It feels desperate, like he's trying to pull me back in. I grin like an idiot and grip the black strands tighter, then claw down his back hard enough to break the skin. The sight of blood on that sweaty, muscular back makes me groan, and I toss my head back before surging into him.
Now I have the control back and there's nothing Akon can do but ride it out. I fuck him the hardest I've fucked anyone, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the air as I slam into him. I aim for that spot inside him with every thrust, stabbing it relentlessly, viciously. I keep my fingers tangled in his hair and use it for leverage as I fuck him, my other hand still tearing into the flesh of his torso. My pants are so loud that I can't even hear his, but I can feel him getting close. I can feel his body going tight, his ass clenching around my cock. Those muscles bear down so hard that I think I can't move anymore, and then Akon fucking growls and jerks forward.
I never thought I'd hear a sound that guttural coming from his throat. He always seemed too disinterested for primal groans like that. And that's what drives me crazy, sends me careening over the edge in blind pleasure. I keep slamming into him wildly, and then I'm forcing my cock as deep inside him as it'll go. I throw my head back with a roar as my orgasm crashes into me. Come shoots from my cock and it feels more like a fucking eruption. I wouldn't be surprised if I ruptured something... It seems to go on forever, and I whimper uselessly as I rock my hips, riding it out until it finally ends.
When the glaring satisfaction is gone, I groan tiredly and collapse. Akon gives out under me and we fall in a heap on the futon, his body crushed beneath mine. He doesn't seem to care, motionless as he pants quietly. His back heaves against my chest and I bite at the patch of skin between his shoulder blades. He makes a muffled sound and hunches his shoulders, giving me even more flesh to latch onto. My eyes droop and I gnaw on it lazily, lapping at the slick skin and tasting salty sweat. I moan my appreciation, then sink my teeth in so blood coats my mouth.
Akon's laugh is breathless and scratchy. It sounds like his throat outta be sore. I could make it even sorer, and I contemplate shoving my dick in his mouth once I've recovered.
"I think all of Seireitei heard that one."
His statement doesn't really make sense at first, floating around in my groggy mind. Then it clicks and I chuckle, leaning up to snort air over the nape of his neck. He shifts under me and I think I hear a little moan, but I don't do much about it. I just smirk smugly and give his nape one final lick, before sitting up and pulling out of him. Akon utters a soft grunt, his hairless brow furrowed. Then his face smooths again and he looks nothing but sated.
And thoroughly fucked, I note. He appears to be boneless lying there, his legs still spread around my kneeling form. There's scratches all down his back, a bloody bite between his shoulders, and I know if I turned him over there'd be another bloody bite on his inner thigh and more scratches. It makes me grin to see my work, especially when I glimpse a trickle of my come seeping from his ass.
"I made the kill, I gotta shout my victory," I drawl, lazy and cocky. I toss my head and shake out my sweaty hair, then swing my arms back so my spine pops. A throaty sigh leaves me and I fall sideways, lying on my back beside him. I give him a bland look out of the corner of my eye but he doesn't notice. His eyes are closed and he starts to sit up slowly. It looks like he's sleepwalking, his body moving in slow motion as he swings his legs over the futon. He sits on the edge of the mattress with his back to me, and I watch him silently as he feels over the scratches I gave him.
Snorting dismissively, I shift so I can kick him in the back.
"You can leave any fuckin' time, shinigami. I've finished with you."
Akon looks at me over his shoulder, a sluggish smile on his face. "You may be the 'fuck 'em and leave 'em' type, Grimmjow, but I'm not. Mainly because I'm too tired after the fucking to do any leaving."
With that he stands up and grabs my bed sheet, using it to wipe between his ass and down the backs of his legs. My upper lip curls in disgust but I don't stop him, because the material already has his come on it from when he shot his load. Wouldn't make much difference if it had mine, too.
"Lazy bastard. Fuck off to your own division. You can drain the rest of my come from your ass and give it to your captain."
Akon ignores me and sits down, tossing the sheet over me before he lays back. I scowl at him but I know it's half-assed because I can't muster any real strength (or hate) after what we just did.
"A nice idea, but I think he already has a sample of your come."
That wakes me up a little, and I narrow my eyes to slits as I stare at the shinigami lying beside me. "Say what?"
Dark eyes turn my way. They must always look that black, I guess. Or maybe it's just the lighting; or maybe he just hasn't come down yet. Either way, I like looking at those eyes, along with those horns. His appearance is so fucking alien and unlike the other shinigami I've seen.
It makes me feel at home.
"I know they did tests on you," he tells me, the corner of his mouth curling faintly. "Did you fuck Nemu and the other one the way you fucked me?"
My brows go up, and then they furrow. I stare at Akon with hard and dangerous eyes, before cracking what has to be an evil-looking grin. "You jealous?"
"You're the type to get jealous, not me. I was just curious."
The horned shinigami chuckles, and I just grunt. I reach back to link my fingers together, then rest my head in my palms. My skin is starting to cool down, and the sheet he threw on me is draped over my thighs. It sticks to my skin and the blue curls at the base of my dick are peeking out, but the rest of my meat is hidden. Akon on the other hand is hanging out there freely, his softened cock against his leg. I stare at it and my fingers itch, wanting to grab hold of him and stroke and tug and manipulating in any way I can.
Instead I just shift around to get more comfortable and reach down to scratch at a spot near my hollow hole.
"I don't fuckin' get it. Why do you put up with the shit over there? That place is a fucking mental house."
"You mean the Twelfth?" Akon mumbles, glancing at me. "It isn't a mental house to me; it's home. I've been there for a long time. I like what I do."
"You like being a lab rat to your own fucking captain?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. I stare at the other man disbelievingly and he just shrugs his shoulders.
"I've known Kurotsuchi-taichou since I was just a kid. I like to think that I know him better than a lot of other people here in Soul Society. I'll admit it, I was aggravated at first. But since then I've had time to think about things. It's just the way of Twelfth Division. These are the things we do. We're researchers, and we couldn't call ourselves that if we didn't do what we had to to research things."
Grimacing, I stare at Akon for a long moment without saying anything. There's silence between us until he turns his head to look at me.
"So you don't give a shit at all? He can see everything you do, and you really couldn't give a fuck?"
The horned shinigami stays quiet, and then he smirks sharply, chuckling. "Well, he's already seen me masturbate. Seeing me fuck won't be much different. Besides, I was looking at the mattress for most of it."
I laugh in spite of myself. I don't really know what to think about it now that I've fucked Akon. I don't know what to think now that I'm lying here, having a conversation with him. Somehow just talking to him feels more intimate than having my cock up his ass. I was fine with the idea of fucking him even if his captain could see; proud of it, even. I was proud to take Akon and show that yellow-toothed fucker that his shinigami was mine, that I'd fuck him whenever I wanted and that I didn't give a shit who saw us. But now I'm not sure how I feel. I'm not even sure of what I should say when Akon's captain can see me. Can he hear us too? Is he in on this conversation and listening to every word?
After a minute I just snort, then roll on my side. I give Akon my back and pull the sheets up to cover myself.
"Enough yapping. Pillow talk is for bitches. I'm fucking tired, so shut up or get out."
Akon just chuckles huskily, and I feel the mattress dip as he shifts around. A part of me wants to roll back over and curl against him instead. A part of me wants to put my head in his hand and force him to scratch my scalp like he did earlier. But I don't do any of that; I just close my eyes and will myself to fall asleep. That plan is interrupted the next time he opens his mouth.
"Does it bother you?"
Cracking my eyes open, I stare at the wall sluggishly. "Dipshit. Why the fuck would I fuck you if it did? I thought I told you to shut up or get out?"
I really don't want to think about it right now. I'm tired from exerting myself, and I don't wanna do anything but fucking sleep. I'm supposed to be floating in the afterglow, or whatever, not thinking about the fucked up situation that me and Akon are in. Normally I'd be raging and plotting all their deaths, but for the first time in a long while I'd rather forget about it, at least long enough to rest.
I'll think about it later, when the sex's worn off. I'll think about it later and contemplate what else I'm gonna do to get them back.
"I can leave if you want me to."
Akon makes me groan, aggravation building inside me. I sit up on my elbow and turn my head to glare at him. "Are you fuckin' deaf?! I don't like to repeat myself! If you can't shut your fucking mouth I'll shut it for you with my fist down your throat! Then I'll throw you out on your sore ass!"
The horned shinigami just stares at me calmly, a sluggish grin on his face. "You're giving me a warning before you lose your shit and actually do it? That's new."
I growl low in my throat, but Akon just keeps on smirking like he doesn't have a fucking care in the world. He reaches for me and I feel his fingers threading through my hair. I can't think of anything to say or do, so I just frown and give him an uninterested look. He tugs on my hair a little to pull me closer, and I go because like I've said a hundred times, I'm too fuckin' tired for any of this. Besides, having him scratch my scalp ain't so bad. I like it and I'm content to lay my head on his chest and let him do it. If he wants to rub my head who the fuck am I to stop him?
Not that I'll ever let him know that.
Part Nine →
Grimmjow blowing air through his nose throughout the fic is a play on a large cat vocalization known as Prusten, or "chuffing." I first saw this behavior between tigers and human trainers on Animal Planet, and here is a definition of Prusten courtesy of wikipedia: It is a low-frequency equivalent to the purring found in domesticated cats. The animal's mouth is closed and it blows through the nostrils, producing a breathy snort. This sound is non-threatening and often used when two big cats encounter each other on neutral territory, or between courting pairs (8DDD).
Title: Smoke and Mirrors [Part Eight]
Pairing: Grimmjow x Akon [in that order]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, gayness, m/m sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I only steal its characters so I can go on perverted conquests via fan fics. Also, all characters involved in sexual situations are fictional and above the legal age of consent in the state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
A/N: This is...pretty much a direct continuation from the last chapter! Sorry it took me so long. Grimmjow's POV for the second time, because we gotta know what the cat's thinkin' about all this, now don't we? ;3 ← Part Seven
So, Akon told me that his bastard captain put some kind of bacteria in his system that lets him see everything we do. Does it piss me off? Of course it fucking pisses me off. Pisses me off so fuckin' bad that I was seeing red. I thought I'd gotten rid of that yellow-toothed fucker, now he's in my business all over again. These damned shinigami just don't know when to fucking quit. I'm already in a piss mood over being stuck in this hell hole, shackled like an animal, I don't need some freak spyin' on me.
I could've thrown Akon out. In fact, that was my first fucking instinct. Throw the two timing rat out and never look at him again. Or better yet, hunt the bastard down, rip off his head, then shit down his throat and piss on his corpse. I'd hunt him after throwing him out cos it'd be funner for me to give him a false sense of security. It'd be funner for me to jump him when he least expects it, and stalking someone when they're not suspecting is the best fuckin' thrill that I've ever known.
But then I got another idea. An even better idea. Because fuck these shinigami if they really think they've got one on me. The yellow-toothed bastard wants to spy on me? Shit, it pisses me off but it'd piss me off even more if I let him think that he's won. I don't check myself for anyone, especially not some freak shinigami. I was planning on fucking Akon black and blue, and I'm not gonna stop myself now. I'm not a pussy and I do whatever the fuck I want, when I want. These fuckers can't control me no matter how hard they try.
Plus, I'd like to take this opportunity to express one big "Fuck You." I'm gonna pin Akon down and fuck him so raw and so hard that he might bleed out when we're through. All the while I'll be grinning and looking him in the eye to make sure his captain sees every gory detail. If the bastard wants to use his own subordinate to get info on me then fuck, I'll give him all the info he wants, and I'll use his puppet even worse.
Deep down there's another part of me that knows different. There's another part of me saying that this is just my way of putting claim on what's mine. I marked Akon, I made the horned dipshit my fucking territory. Fuck his captain for thinking that he could use what's mine. If anyone's gonna use Akon, it's gonna be me.
I'll show that yellow-toothed freak what it really is to use someone.
With the usual grin, I yank the rest of Akon's white uniform off and throw it aside. The look on his face is surprised but he doesn't do anything, and I don't give him any time to as I shove him back so he falls on my futon. The sheets are in a heap because I never did get around to fucking fixing 'em. But it looks kinda good, like I'd already taken the horned shinigami for five or six rounds. The only thing missing is his blood and come staining those dirty sheets.
"Grimmjow, what are you doing?"
As usual Akon's voice is low and calm. If he's getting hot and bothered it's hard to tell by his tone. But his hairless brows are furrowed faintly, and his eyes are dark when he looks at me. I've never really noticed his eyes before, so I don't know if they're naturally that black or if they're all pupil. I just grin at him and narrow my eyes, then step closer and kneel down in front of his legs. He's propped on his elbows and one of his brows arches faintly as he watches me. I grin wider and reach down to take his waraji and tabi off.
"What the fuck does it look like, dipshit? Stop asking stupid questions and take your fucking clothes off."
He doesn't answer right away, just stares at me silently like he doesn't know what's going on. Then his dark gaze drifts sideways and he falls back, lying flat on the futon as his hands go to the obi around his waist.
"I didn't think you'd want to after I told you that my captain could see," Akon mumbles softly as his fingers work, tugging the sash free. I snort loudly and grip his hakama in my fists, yanking it down in one sharp tug. It snags around his knees and he gives a little grunt. My eyes are on his legs and I watch as the muscles in his thighs tighten, bunching into thick cords under his skin. They're bigger than I thought they'd be, and so is his dick as it lies limp between his legs. The fucking bastard, he isn't even hard yet.
I glare at the offending cock and yank Akon's hakama the rest of the way down. I get his feet out of it and toss it away, leaning down to lick over his knee.
"Maybe you should stop thinkin' so fuckin' much," I mutter, my teeth nipping at his flesh. It's smooth and salty under my mouth, and I work my way up quickly, dragging my tongue over his inner thigh. "'cause obviously you ain't very good at it."
Akon chuckles huskily, sounding more breathless than he did a minute ago. It makes his body shake beneath me and I groan softly as I suck on a patch of skin.
"I'm very good at it, actually. I know you just have something to prove right now, Grimmjow."
Pausing in my ministrations, I glance up to see the other man looking down at me. There's a lazy little smirk on his face, and if I didn't know any fucking better I'd say that Akon was smug. The fucking bastard. I'm supposed to be the smug one, here. I'm supposed to be the one smirking and shooting cocky stares. I just growl lowly and bite down, sinking my teeth into his thigh so hard that they pierce his flesh. His whole body jerks and his leg gives a little kick.
"Ah, fuck.."
There, that's more like it. This time his voice isn't as controlled as it usually is, and that arrogant tone is gone. I hum my happiness and taste metal on my tongue, feel his blood pooling in my mouth as I shrug my jacket off. It falls to the floor and I start crawling up his body, spreading his legs wider to make room for myself. He's breathing harder now and his cock is getting hard. I can see it twitching and filling with heat, rising towards his stomach. I hold his legs apart with my hands on his thighs, my fingers gripping his flesh like merciless claws. Then I lean down and nudge his dick with my nose, eyes drooping as I sniff. He smells musky, and his scent is sharp enough to send blood straight to my groin. I snort through my nose gruffly, blowing air on his cock. It forces a moan out of him and his legs quiver under my hands. I smirk and press my tongue against his cock, licking up the hard shaft in one slow, long swipe.
I thought Akon was tense before, now he's wound as tight as a fucking spring. A hoarse, strangled little grunt sounds above me, and the horned shinigami shifts around on the futon. I watch as he sits up, his head tipped back, eyes closed as he starts removing what's left of his uniform. I feel my mouth going dry as the white and black robes fall off his shoulders and slide down his biceps. His shoulders are broader than I thought they were, and he has even more muscle than what I glimpsed that one day. The bastard is ripped, but without being too bulky. He looks toned and fucking...strong. It makes me growl, itching to bite and devour. Why the fuck does he wear that uniform when he looks like this underneath it?
A second later and his hand is in my hair, yanking my head away from his cock. I don't know whether to snarl with fury or grunt in surprise. I know how stupefied I must look, I can feel it all over my face. I can't let him see me off balance so I shake the expression in favor of a mean scowl.
"I've never had to tell anyone this. Don't even think about biting it."
For a moment I have no fucking clue what he's talking about. Then I'm grinning slowly as my eyes narrow to sinister slits. "Read my fuckin' mind, shinigami. You look good enough to eat."
Akon doesn't say anything, but his eyes hood and there's a flush working its way from his cheeks all the way down his throat. His chest is heaving a little faster with each breath he takes, and I grin even wider, feeling the feral glint in my eyes as I stare at him. I snap my teeth at his cock, stopping just short of the head. He gives a jerk and I don't know if he's actually flinching or just reacting out of reflex. But he's really starting to pant at this point, and his grip on my hair is so fucking tight that it's actually hurting my scalp. Then his other hand is in my hair and he's cupping my head, his fingers gliding over my scalp and his thumbs brushing along my eyebrows. It's such a weird thing for him to do, like he's fucking...petting me. My brows end up furrowing a little but I can't deny that shudder racing down my spine. My scalp is tingling and my skin is starting to catch on fire, little sparks of pleasure going off in my belly. Akon tilts my head back for me and he drags his nails over my scalp, combing his fingers through my hair, teasing the sensitive skin behind my ear, then rubbing the damned cartilage between his fingers.
All of it makes my fucking toes curl, an almost-whine trapped inside my throat. He's hunched over me and he starts to lean down, so I hold onto his thighs for purchase and surge up to meet him halfway.
The kiss isn't as violent as I wanted it to be, but it's still all teeth and tongue. It feels good, especially when Akon's hands are still in my hair, pulling and twisting the strands. I let my eyes shut and concentrate on just kissing him, devouring that mouth, taking from it everything that I want. He tastes bitter, like the shit he smokes, but I don't give a fuck. I thought I'd hate it the way I hated those cigarettes, but in all actuality I find myself liking it instead.
Any sweeter and it wouldn't be Akon.
His hands go to my neck as I press up. I crawl into his lap and rest with my legs draped over his, straddling his waist. He pants against my mouth and his head is forced back now that I'm looming over him instead of kneeling between his legs. I use the new position to my advantage, grinning at him as I smack his arms away so his hands release my neck. Then I grab a hold of his hair, crushing a handful of those short, spiky strands in my fist. It's thick and coarse and the sharp ends stab my palm, making it itch. His eyes are barely open and I yank his head back, baring his throat in one taut, strained looking column. Akon just groans and licks over his swollen lips, and I growl in response while leaning down to drag my tongue over his jugular.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to?"
Those words have me pausing, and I pull back just far enough to see him. My eyes narrow suspiciously and I cock an unimpressed eyebrow. "The fuck do you mean?"
Akon stares back at me with hazy eyes. It's hard to take him seriously when his mouth is hanging open like that, when his face is flushed, when his eyes are overcome with lust, and when there's a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. It brings my attention to his horns, and I can't help staring at them, my own eyes drooping. I hadn't even realized why I liked them so much until Akon said it. I've never put much thought into the hows and whys of things, I'm more concerned with what is. His horns were there and I liked 'em, and that's all there was to it. I could've given two fucks over why I liked 'em.
But now when I stare at him, I can't help imagining what he'd look like as an actual Arrancar. I can't help imagining what he'd look like with a gaping hole somewhere on his body, and with more bone litter from a broken mask.
"I mean, did you ever consider the fact that maybe I don't want to fuck you?"
His voice brings me back and I blink once. Glancing at his eyes instead of his horns, I frown softly and furrow my brows. "Give me a fuckin' break, Akon. You've been all over me, like hell you don't wanna fuck."
The horned shinigami just smirks softly, and I feel him trying to tilt his head like he always does. But my hand in his hair restricts his movement, so he just settles for smiling more, the look on his face lazy. "It's safe to say that things have changed since then."
Growling lowly, I scowl at Akon and shove his chest. He falls back against the futon, and his body is still trapped under mine. I continue to glare as I resist the urge to collect snot at the back of my throat and spit it at him.
"Are you talking about that bacteria shit?"
"Our first fuck under a microscope wasn't what I had in mind, exactly."
At that I make a strangled sound, my upper curling. "It's just a fucking screw, don't make it sound like somethin' girly and special. And don't be a pussy, either. I thought you were a fuckin' scientist. Don't you wanna go along with your captain's study? Ainchya turned on, you sick fucker?"
I end my sentence in a mocking tone, sneering. Then I grab both of his wrists in my hands and slam them against the bed, holding the horned shinigami down as I grind my hips slowly. For all his talk he's still hard as a fucking rock, and I can feel his dick throbbing as I move over it. Akon's fingers give a twitch, and then they curl to form white-knuckled fists. I watch his face as I rock against him, watch the way his eyes scrunch and the way his lips move over his teeth like they don't know which direction they should be going. His head tips back on a quiet moan, and his hips buck violently so they collide with mine. I spread my legs wider and let my head fall forward, leaving it to hang down uselessly. I hold onto his wrists so hard that I think I'll snap the bones, but I couldn't care less. It feels too good rocking against him, to have his hips meeting mine for each thrust. My body is on fire and my cock is screaming for release, and it's then that I realize it's still trapped inside my hakama.
With a angry curse I let go of Akon's wrist so I can rip my obi off. Once I've thrown it away I lift my hips and push my hakama down, then lean forward with both hands planted on either side of his head while I kick it off. Then with a few practiced maneuvers I manage to toe out of both my waraji and tabi. He watches all this past his lashes, and I flash him a shit-eating grin, baring my teeth. Now that I'm just as naked as he is, I lean back again so I'm sitting all of my weight on his visibly aching cock. He utters a muffled groan and the next thing I know, I'm slapping him across the face.
I don't really know what came over me in that moment, but fuck if it felt good. The way my palm stings, the sharp sound that rings around us when my hand meets his cheek, and his wide eyes... It all makes me sport a grin so fucking huge that my own cheeks start to hurt.
"I didn't take you for the smacking type," Akon finally says after a long pause. His voice is quiet but steady, and he turns his head back to look at me. For a second his expression is unreadable, but then a barely there smirk turns the corner of his mouth. I chuckle huskily and bring my hand down on his chest, relishing in the second sharp sound.
"That's for bein' a pussy. If you wanna act like a bitch, I'll treat you like one."
It's Akon's turn to chuckle, his chest bouncing under my hand. He takes the initiative to arch his hips up, rolling them in a languid wave. It feels good, almost too good. I like his body between my legs too much, so I send him a half-hearted scowl and move away. His brows arch a little as he watches me, and he sits up so he's resting on his elbows. The way he tilts his head looks questioning, and I just leer at him as I reach under the mattress for a tub of lube.
"Bitches don't top cos they don't have the equipment," I inform him in a lazy drawl, cocking an eyebrow. He just smiles softly and I shove his hip with my foot, hard enough to roll him so he's on his stomach. He rests on his elbows again and the bored way in which he lays there makes it look like any day at the beach. I mutter a dismissive "tch" and move behind him. After nudging his legs apart with my knees, I unscrew the top of the lube and grab hold of his hips, using my grip to force his ass up. He goes with it and readjusts so he's on his knees, then turns his head to look at me over his shoulder.
"With the way you moved I wouldn't be surprised if you've taken cock before, Grimmjow. You looked a little too happy sitting in my lap, like you were just dying to ride me."
Scowling, I sneer at Akon and make a derisive sound. Like fuck I was dying for it. I was just getting under his collar, showing him that he was putty in my hands and that he had no fucking say in the matter. Whether he wanted this or not wasn't up for debate. Even if he was fighting me I'd still force him down and fuck him into oblivion. As it is he's perfectly willing, and he looks like a bitch in heat with his ass in the air like that. I give it good look, keeping my stare as bored as possible so he won't see how appreciative I really am. I eye the sack hanging between his spread legs, before reaching out to palm it. Akon groans at my touch and presses back, every muscle in his backside flexing so it looks like his skin has a life of its own. My eyes roam over his naked body, up his strong thighs, his tight looking ass, and over his back. His head is hanging down and his shoulders are hunched, sweat beading along his spine.
I wanna bite him.
I growl throatily and squeeze his balls too tight. His grunt stutters and he sends me a look over his shoulder, his voice strained as he pants, "You take longer with foreplay than I thought you would. Do you care enough to make sure I'm riled up before getting on with it?"
Growling louder, I bare my teeth menacingly and let go of his balls. I have a brief thought in which I rip his nuts from his body and shove them in his mouth, but it's gone in an instant. I'm too busy grabbing his hips and yanking them closer to give way to more violent fantasies. I stare at him blandly and dig two fingers into the lube, then spread his ass and rub my fingers over his entrance. I don't give him much time to prepare himself before I push in, resisting his contracting muscles and shoving my way to the third knuckle. His whole body goes rigid and I watch him shift around, his hands grappling the sheets before he pushes himself up so his arms are straight. I gotta say that I liked it better when he was on his elbows, because his ass was higher in the air and he looked dirtier. But I don't have time to care and I twist my finger, thrusting it impatiently to open him up.
"Get that twisted look off your face, bitch. Grow a pair and take it," I tell him, staring at his furrowed brows and ignoring the way he jerks. I have my left arm around his thighs so he can't move away, and after a few more pumps I add the second finger and crook them together. His back arches and his legs quiver in my hold. He's panting harshly at this point and he looks back at me, his face red and his eyes burning with lust.
"I wasn't complaining, was I?" he utters in a husk voice. I smirk softly and force my fingers deeper, twisting them around and spreading them to scissor him open. I keep on twisting them, harder and harder until Akon's eyes screw shut and he makes a strangled sound.
Looks like I found what I was looking for.
Grinning wider, I press my fingers against his prostate, stabbing it as he rocks back. I let go of his legs and let him move, his hips pumping back and forth as I use my now free hand to coat my cock.
"Where...why do you have lube, anyway?" Akon pants between breaths. I remove my fingers and his body shudders visibly, black head of hair falling down. I rub my hands over his thighs, digging my nails in to leave scratches and trails of blood. Then I grab hold of his hips and pull them back, forcing him against my cock. I don't care if he got enough prep, frankly I don't know why I bothered at all. If I hurt him it's his problem, not mine. I keep that in mind as I start pushing into him, forcing the head of my cock past the first ring of muscle.
"I have it to get off, why the fuck else? Dumbass."
With a lazy smirk I buck my hips, and more of my dick slides in, filling him about halfway. He gasps loudly and I can see his hands scrambling for something good to hold onto. He settles for grabbing the sheets in his right fist, then splaying his left hand over the wall. I reach around his body and rub the palm of my hand over his cock, moving it in circles from the base to tip. It earns me a throaty groan and Akon arches back, moving his hips to take more of my cock. A few more inches and I'm nestled tight, his ass cradled against my hips. He's clamping down so hard that it actually hurts, so I close my eyes and focus all my energy on just fucking breathing.
Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I stroke up and rub my thumb over the dripping slit. Maybe if I distract him with this he'll relax and ease up. Then I wouldn't feel like my cock is losing circulation and that his ass is gonna choke the fucking life out of it. It seems to be working because his muscles loosen up, however slowly, and it feels like he's opening around me. That makes me shudder and I squeeze his dick, holding it in my hand like it's good stuff that I need to look after.
"The slide's better with lube," I mutter, my tone hoarse and raspy. As if to prove my point I jerk my hand, moving it over Akon's straining cock. He may be relaxing but he's still tight as fuck, and it's all I can do not to pin him down and take his ass for a ride that he won't forget for a whole week. Leaning over him I bite his shoulder, gnawing on his flesh and wiggling my hips. There's a smirk on my face when he groans and wiggles his hips back.
That's all it takes, and I can't hold off any longer. I push Akon forward, forcing him down so he's lying on the bed instead of kneeling. He's pressed tight against the mattress under my weight, and I move my arms under his. He looks a little dazed as he turns his head to the side and rests his cheek on the futon. His eyes are barely open and his lips part on heavy breaths. I nuzzle the back of his head, his dark hair rough against my face, and then I start licking behind his ear as I move my hips.
It's even better than I thought it'd be. Akon's skin is hot and sticky against my own, and his legs are sprawled on either side of mine as I thrust into him. It makes me dizzy to fuck him like this, to have him trapped under me with nowhere to go. It makes me dizzy to feel how sweltering his body is and to hear him groaning and gasping in that rough voice of his. I bite at the shell of his ear, sinking my teeth in and yanking. His head jerks back and his cry is so throaty that I feel it resounding against my chest. I growl my reply and bend my head down to attack his neck. I'm sliding my hands down his muscled torso as I attach my mouth to his throat, sucking blood to the surface to leave an angry mark. His muscles move under my hands, his abs flexing against my fingers. I claw at that hard surface and keep going south, lower and lower.
Akon utters a weak groan and pushes his hips up, lifting them as high as they'll go with my body restricting them. His legs spread wider as he does it and I'm forced even deeper inside him. My lashes flutter and I hiss like a rabid animal, resting my forehead between his sweaty shoulder blades. My hand finds his cock and I curl my fingers around it, stroking him in time with my hips. He's getting louder now and he keeps pushing, re-shifting so he's on all fours. I go with him and use all my willpower to sit up instead of draping myself over his back. I keep my hand on his dick and move the other to his thigh, using it for leverage. I don't even have to do anything at this point, Akon's good enough on his own. I watch him past my lashes as he moves, thrusting back on my cock and then forward into the tunnel of my hand. There's sweat running down his spine, pooling at the small of his back and then fanning over his waist. His groans are the huskiest I've ever heard them, rasping in his throat like I'm tearing the sounds from him with my bare hands.
It's the best thing I've ever seen. It's the best anyone's ever looked on all fours with my cock shoved up their ass. It's the best anyone's ever sounded as I fucked them. My heart is beating erratically and every inch of me is on fire, burning with need so bright and hot that I can barely see straight. My head lolls back and my eyes start to roll as my mouth falls open. I grunt louder with every thrust, and I drag my hands over Akon's thighs, feeling the strong muscle flex under my touch. My balls are starting to draw tight and I know that I'll go over at any minute.
But I'll be fucking damned if I come first.
I snarl like something possessed and fist his hair to yank his head back. He cries out and the sound is strangled; I know that I've pulled hard enough to hurt, that his throat is probably drawn so tight that it's hard for him to breathe. But I just keep on pulling and lean back, using my hold on his hair so I don't slip out of him. I have nothing but the head of my cock inside him now, and I can feel him spasm around me. It feels desperate, like he's trying to pull me back in. I grin like an idiot and grip the black strands tighter, then claw down his back hard enough to break the skin. The sight of blood on that sweaty, muscular back makes me groan, and I toss my head back before surging into him.
Now I have the control back and there's nothing Akon can do but ride it out. I fuck him the hardest I've fucked anyone, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the air as I slam into him. I aim for that spot inside him with every thrust, stabbing it relentlessly, viciously. I keep my fingers tangled in his hair and use it for leverage as I fuck him, my other hand still tearing into the flesh of his torso. My pants are so loud that I can't even hear his, but I can feel him getting close. I can feel his body going tight, his ass clenching around my cock. Those muscles bear down so hard that I think I can't move anymore, and then Akon fucking growls and jerks forward.
I never thought I'd hear a sound that guttural coming from his throat. He always seemed too disinterested for primal groans like that. And that's what drives me crazy, sends me careening over the edge in blind pleasure. I keep slamming into him wildly, and then I'm forcing my cock as deep inside him as it'll go. I throw my head back with a roar as my orgasm crashes into me. Come shoots from my cock and it feels more like a fucking eruption. I wouldn't be surprised if I ruptured something... It seems to go on forever, and I whimper uselessly as I rock my hips, riding it out until it finally ends.
When the glaring satisfaction is gone, I groan tiredly and collapse. Akon gives out under me and we fall in a heap on the futon, his body crushed beneath mine. He doesn't seem to care, motionless as he pants quietly. His back heaves against my chest and I bite at the patch of skin between his shoulder blades. He makes a muffled sound and hunches his shoulders, giving me even more flesh to latch onto. My eyes droop and I gnaw on it lazily, lapping at the slick skin and tasting salty sweat. I moan my appreciation, then sink my teeth in so blood coats my mouth.
Akon's laugh is breathless and scratchy. It sounds like his throat outta be sore. I could make it even sorer, and I contemplate shoving my dick in his mouth once I've recovered.
"I think all of Seireitei heard that one."
His statement doesn't really make sense at first, floating around in my groggy mind. Then it clicks and I chuckle, leaning up to snort air over the nape of his neck. He shifts under me and I think I hear a little moan, but I don't do much about it. I just smirk smugly and give his nape one final lick, before sitting up and pulling out of him. Akon utters a soft grunt, his hairless brow furrowed. Then his face smooths again and he looks nothing but sated.
And thoroughly fucked, I note. He appears to be boneless lying there, his legs still spread around my kneeling form. There's scratches all down his back, a bloody bite between his shoulders, and I know if I turned him over there'd be another bloody bite on his inner thigh and more scratches. It makes me grin to see my work, especially when I glimpse a trickle of my come seeping from his ass.
"I made the kill, I gotta shout my victory," I drawl, lazy and cocky. I toss my head and shake out my sweaty hair, then swing my arms back so my spine pops. A throaty sigh leaves me and I fall sideways, lying on my back beside him. I give him a bland look out of the corner of my eye but he doesn't notice. His eyes are closed and he starts to sit up slowly. It looks like he's sleepwalking, his body moving in slow motion as he swings his legs over the futon. He sits on the edge of the mattress with his back to me, and I watch him silently as he feels over the scratches I gave him.
Snorting dismissively, I shift so I can kick him in the back.
"You can leave any fuckin' time, shinigami. I've finished with you."
Akon looks at me over his shoulder, a sluggish smile on his face. "You may be the 'fuck 'em and leave 'em' type, Grimmjow, but I'm not. Mainly because I'm too tired after the fucking to do any leaving."
With that he stands up and grabs my bed sheet, using it to wipe between his ass and down the backs of his legs. My upper lip curls in disgust but I don't stop him, because the material already has his come on it from when he shot his load. Wouldn't make much difference if it had mine, too.
"Lazy bastard. Fuck off to your own division. You can drain the rest of my come from your ass and give it to your captain."
Akon ignores me and sits down, tossing the sheet over me before he lays back. I scowl at him but I know it's half-assed because I can't muster any real strength (or hate) after what we just did.
"A nice idea, but I think he already has a sample of your come."
That wakes me up a little, and I narrow my eyes to slits as I stare at the shinigami lying beside me. "Say what?"
Dark eyes turn my way. They must always look that black, I guess. Or maybe it's just the lighting; or maybe he just hasn't come down yet. Either way, I like looking at those eyes, along with those horns. His appearance is so fucking alien and unlike the other shinigami I've seen.
It makes me feel at home.
"I know they did tests on you," he tells me, the corner of his mouth curling faintly. "Did you fuck Nemu and the other one the way you fucked me?"
My brows go up, and then they furrow. I stare at Akon with hard and dangerous eyes, before cracking what has to be an evil-looking grin. "You jealous?"
"You're the type to get jealous, not me. I was just curious."
The horned shinigami chuckles, and I just grunt. I reach back to link my fingers together, then rest my head in my palms. My skin is starting to cool down, and the sheet he threw on me is draped over my thighs. It sticks to my skin and the blue curls at the base of my dick are peeking out, but the rest of my meat is hidden. Akon on the other hand is hanging out there freely, his softened cock against his leg. I stare at it and my fingers itch, wanting to grab hold of him and stroke and tug and manipulating in any way I can.
Instead I just shift around to get more comfortable and reach down to scratch at a spot near my hollow hole.
"I don't fuckin' get it. Why do you put up with the shit over there? That place is a fucking mental house."
"You mean the Twelfth?" Akon mumbles, glancing at me. "It isn't a mental house to me; it's home. I've been there for a long time. I like what I do."
"You like being a lab rat to your own fucking captain?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. I stare at the other man disbelievingly and he just shrugs his shoulders.
"I've known Kurotsuchi-taichou since I was just a kid. I like to think that I know him better than a lot of other people here in Soul Society. I'll admit it, I was aggravated at first. But since then I've had time to think about things. It's just the way of Twelfth Division. These are the things we do. We're researchers, and we couldn't call ourselves that if we didn't do what we had to to research things."
Grimacing, I stare at Akon for a long moment without saying anything. There's silence between us until he turns his head to look at me.
"So you don't give a shit at all? He can see everything you do, and you really couldn't give a fuck?"
The horned shinigami stays quiet, and then he smirks sharply, chuckling. "Well, he's already seen me masturbate. Seeing me fuck won't be much different. Besides, I was looking at the mattress for most of it."
I laugh in spite of myself. I don't really know what to think about it now that I've fucked Akon. I don't know what to think now that I'm lying here, having a conversation with him. Somehow just talking to him feels more intimate than having my cock up his ass. I was fine with the idea of fucking him even if his captain could see; proud of it, even. I was proud to take Akon and show that yellow-toothed fucker that his shinigami was mine, that I'd fuck him whenever I wanted and that I didn't give a shit who saw us. But now I'm not sure how I feel. I'm not even sure of what I should say when Akon's captain can see me. Can he hear us too? Is he in on this conversation and listening to every word?
After a minute I just snort, then roll on my side. I give Akon my back and pull the sheets up to cover myself.
"Enough yapping. Pillow talk is for bitches. I'm fucking tired, so shut up or get out."
Akon just chuckles huskily, and I feel the mattress dip as he shifts around. A part of me wants to roll back over and curl against him instead. A part of me wants to put my head in his hand and force him to scratch my scalp like he did earlier. But I don't do any of that; I just close my eyes and will myself to fall asleep. That plan is interrupted the next time he opens his mouth.
"Does it bother you?"
Cracking my eyes open, I stare at the wall sluggishly. "Dipshit. Why the fuck would I fuck you if it did? I thought I told you to shut up or get out?"
I really don't want to think about it right now. I'm tired from exerting myself, and I don't wanna do anything but fucking sleep. I'm supposed to be floating in the afterglow, or whatever, not thinking about the fucked up situation that me and Akon are in. Normally I'd be raging and plotting all their deaths, but for the first time in a long while I'd rather forget about it, at least long enough to rest.
I'll think about it later, when the sex's worn off. I'll think about it later and contemplate what else I'm gonna do to get them back.
"I can leave if you want me to."
Akon makes me groan, aggravation building inside me. I sit up on my elbow and turn my head to glare at him. "Are you fuckin' deaf?! I don't like to repeat myself! If you can't shut your fucking mouth I'll shut it for you with my fist down your throat! Then I'll throw you out on your sore ass!"
The horned shinigami just stares at me calmly, a sluggish grin on his face. "You're giving me a warning before you lose your shit and actually do it? That's new."
I growl low in my throat, but Akon just keeps on smirking like he doesn't have a fucking care in the world. He reaches for me and I feel his fingers threading through my hair. I can't think of anything to say or do, so I just frown and give him an uninterested look. He tugs on my hair a little to pull me closer, and I go because like I've said a hundred times, I'm too fuckin' tired for any of this. Besides, having him scratch my scalp ain't so bad. I like it and I'm content to lay my head on his chest and let him do it. If he wants to rub my head who the fuck am I to stop him?
Not that I'll ever let him know that.
Part Nine →
Grimmjow blowing air through his nose throughout the fic is a play on a large cat vocalization known as Prusten, or "chuffing." I first saw this behavior between tigers and human trainers on Animal Planet, and here is a definition of Prusten courtesy of wikipedia: It is a low-frequency equivalent to the purring found in domesticated cats. The animal's mouth is closed and it blows through the nostrils, producing a breathy snort. This sound is non-threatening and often used when two big cats encounter each other on neutral territory, or between courting pairs (8DDD).
