The Captive

[Inalialethsala]

Summary: In a foolish attempt to learn more about their enemy, the shinigami have taken Grimmjow Jaggerjack as their prisoner. The shinigami ordered to keep watch over their prisoner is none other than Matsumoto Rangiku. This might not have been the smartest decision they've ever made. Grimmjow/Rangiku. NC-17.
Rated: NC-17

Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack (http://www.omfgcrack.com/efiction/browse.php?type=characters&charid=10), Matsumoto Rangiku (http://www.omfgcrack.com/efiction/browse.php?type=characters&charid=6)
Genres: AU (http://www.omfgcrack.com/efiction/browse.php?type=class&type_id=1&classid=10), Smut (http://www.omfgcrack.com/efiction/browse.php?type=class&type_id=1&classid=2)
Warnings: Post Soul Society arc spoilers (http://www.omfgcrack.com/efiction/browse.php?type=class&type_id=2&classid=8)
Chapters: 7

DISCLAIMER:

Bleach is created and ownd by Kubo Tite. The story, characters and incidents mentioned are entirely fictional. This fan fic and its format are the known trademarks owned by ana_and_gal. Inalialethsala is a proud member of ana and gal's bleach fan website and is hereby permitted to gain post rights of the selected fan fics which they created. All rights reserved.


CHAPTER I

God ****ing dammit.

The arrancar prowled back and forth in the small space of his cell, aqua eyes frequently narrowing on the locked bars, before the sight of his captivity sent him prowling again.

This was humiliating. And boring. Damn that little shinigami ***** for catching him by surprise and freezing the top layer of his skin and keeping him immobilized long enough for some little hatted freak to come along and then he found himself here.

Captive, behind bars, like an animal, in Soul Society.

Damn damn dammit.

He'd already tried cero'ing the lock on the bars, or ripping opening the garganta to go back home, but it hadn't worked. There was some weird force field around this cell, blocking his attempts to get free.

Stopping, Grimmjow kicked at the chair in the cell with him but refused to sit in it. This was an outrage. A disgust. This was no place for an Espada. Even a former Espada. He'd rather be dead than kept captive.

How fair was that. She was stuck on babysitting duty. This was totally bullshit.

Just because she'd been the only one to toast an arrancar without a bankai that left her qualified to keep an eye on it while the captains could determine what to do with it.

Coming into the hold of her division, Rangiku held a tray of food, but what exactly did these things eat. She came in just as he kicked the chair over. Feisty one wasn't he. "Oi. Quit it."

Oh a shinigami. Goodie. Maybe she'd be fool enough to come into the cell with him and he could get his hand around her neck. Worried about the retaliation from the other shinigami? Nah. Whatever they might do to him would be nothing... He was as good as dead when he got back to Hueco Mundo and in front of Aizen again. At least his capture hadn't interrupted the precious mission.

Ch'. Whatever. Ulquiorra owed him. ****ing owed him.

Glancing over his shoulder at the shinigami, he quirked a brow. What? They couldn't even send someone intimidating? They send their princess? Smirking, he just jerked his foot to kick the chair harder, and sent it flying across the cell against the wall, splintering into pieces. "No."

"Do all of you behave like spoiled rotten children?" Rangiku sighed and set the tray on the floor. Her eyes went to the shards of wood which had once been a very expensive and very old chair. She groaned. That would likely come out of her paycheck if Hitsugaya had his way.

...now he had no chair. Whatever. It had been a pansy little chair anyway. He'd grown quite accustomed to Aizen's overly large furniture. Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned across the wall and turned to eye the woman. "Come in here an' say that."

Always one to live a little on the edge, the blonde stepped within arms reach of the bars. "Is this good enough for ya?"

His fingers against his hip twitched, a grin coming over his lips but still he stayed put against the wall. So not only the princess, but the stupid princess. He stayed still for a moment, looking away almost bored, but then in flash was across the small cell, his arm lunging through the bars. If he could get his hand around that white neck, or a cero to the face. Even if he couldn't gather a full cero, even just a tenth the power of a complete one would leave her as nothing but a splash of blood across that far wall.

However she took a single step back, putting herself out of reach and drew her zanpakuto in that same instant holding it to his belly. "Don't even try it."

"Ch'..." Growling, Grimmjow retracted his arm back through the bars and curled his fingers around one, not moving his body back away from her blades. "Ya don't scare me, shinigami. If I had mine an' you had yours, things would be very damn different. Where is it anyway. Jus' tell me so I don't have to rip your entire city apart to find it."

"It's with a friend." She smiled sweetly and put hers away. Reaching back with her foot, she pulled the tray over and shoved it at him. "Hungry?"

"Jus' for your head on a platter." Grinning at her, the arrancar turned and ignored the tray of food, and returned to his wall to lean. Captivity was ridiculously boring. Damn.

"I like my head where it is, thank you. It looks good above my tits."

"Not that good."

With a flick of her foot, she upturned the tray of food and left it to sit on the floor. "That should make it easier for you to eat, you dog." Without another word the woman turned and left the prisoner to sulk.

Aw, he hurt her feelings. Smirking softly, Grimmjow ignored the upturned tray of food and walked over to lay down on the small bed in the corner of the cell. Ow, dammit, what was this thing, just a board? Probably. Damn shinigami. Whatever. He wasn't eating a damn thing they gave him. It'd probably have poison, or some little test ingredient they had to see if they could undo the hougyoku's effect on an arrancar.

Uh huh. No way. He wasn't being their damn guinea pig.

He'd just have to survive off of the reishi this place was made up of. Until he could get the hell out of this place.

--

The night was eerily silent. None of the usual revelry which had gone on in the past. It was as if Seireitei had become a ghost town.

Rangiku smirked at the silly analogy as she padded through the cells once again. Clad this time not in her shihakushou, but in a thin white dress robe, she stepped into the area where the arrancar was holed up. There was a white sake vase tapping against her thigh as she made her way to the cell with the prisoner. Her eyes fell on the untouched food with a roll. Child.

This place was quiet. Even with its expansive hallways and chambers, Las Noches was never quiet. There was always something going on. But here... Dead silence. Every once in awhile, Grimmjow would hear the pad of feet on the ceiling, someone making their way down a hallway on some higher floor.

His brow quirked faintly but he didn't get up from his laid out position on the bed when he heard feet pad into the area just outside the cell. The slow drumming of his fingers against his abdomen did pause. Shinigami was back. "What. Nightmares scare ya? Come to make sure I'm still locked up tight?"

She leaned against the cell door and looked at him as she lifted the sake to her lips and took a sip. "Came to see what Gin threw me aside for."

The sound of the liquid sloshing against the ceramic bottle made the arrancar sit up and glance over at her. That was not tea. ...and that was not her shihakushou. "You're from Ichimaru's old division then, huh?"

Her, part of the third? Ha. Once upon a time she might have wished for that, but times had drastically changed. "Old playmate, you can say."

Playmate? Oh like a bed mate. Shifting on the bed, Grimmjow pulled his legs under him and bent a knee, his waraji clad foot flat against the bed and he perched his elbow on his knee. His pose was casual, but hard blue eyes watched every sip she took of the sake. "So far I ain't impressed with this place. Las Noches is better suited to them."

Without thinking about it and more or less noticing someone wanted what she had, Rangiku shoved her hand through the bars, offering it to him.

"What."

"Want some sake? It's good. Been drinkin' it most'a the night."

It was an offer he was only going to get once, and was frankly surprised he got even that. Quirking a brow at the woman, Grimmjow regarded her silently for a moment. The sake, unlike the food that was now a mockery to him, he knew wasn't poisoned. He'd been watching her drink it for the last five minutes, every slosh of the liquid inside the little bottle indicating it was getting less full with each sip. And he knew it wasn't getting spit out.

Hoisting himself up off of the bed, he made his way over and leaned a shoulder against the bars, taking the offered bottle. "All night, huh?"

The woman shrugged and watched as the arrancar's fingers reached out for the bottle. "Been a hellish day. Needed to unwind. No one felt like drinking with me tonight, and I hate drinking alone." She sighed and looked him up and down. If it wasn't for the mask, he'd be a perfectly fine specimen to spend a few distracted hours with to help dispel the loneliness. "Ya got a name? Or does Aizen just call you Thing 1 through 10 or 20 or however the many **** you all are?"

"Looks like ya already been drinkin' alone for awhile though," Grimmjow said before taking a long swig of the sake. He felt it burn all the way down his throat to his stomach, and then he hung onto the bottle. She'd have to stick her hand in here to get it back.

Tilting his head to the side, he quirked a brow. No way he understood her right. No ****ing way. She'd come here for his company? And more important than that, the shinigami didn't even know which arrancar they had? Well whatever. Good. He wasn't giving a damn thing up that they didn't know. "Yea I got a name. And Aizen-sama calls us what name we give him."

Rangiku shrugged. "Let's put it this way. I got tired of drinking alone." Truth of the matter was she found him interesting. Interesting in the same vein she found all challenging men to be interesting, especially the bad ones, and this one was as bad as they came. He played for the other team. A team in the deepest, secret recesses of her heart, she wanted to play on.

Feeling a bravado encouraged by the alcohol, Rangiku stuck her hand through the bars for the bottle. "Ya gonna tell me your name? I like to know the names of the men I drink with."

The bottle dropped from the arrancar's fingers as the tips of her fingers entered the cell, a grin spreading over his lips as she extended her arm the rest of the way in. Maybe some prisoners would realize their place, accept the companionship albeit reluctantly, and hope for some reward for good behavior. Grimmjow wasn't any prisoner though, and never hoped for anything for good behavior. All he could focus on was the fact that her arm was in his cell, and her zanpakuto wasn't on her this time.

His hand locked about her wrist and wrenched her arm the rest of the way in and kept a tight hold, slamming her up against the bars. This would be a lot easier with two arms, but **** that. He'd told Ichigo he didn't need the second one against him, and hadn't, he didn't need it against this shinigami either. "Much rather get myself outta here than chitchat with' ya."

Luckily for the blonde she had both of her arms, and thankfully she'd had enough to drink to dull the pain from being forcibly smacked against the bars of the arrancar's cell. Moving her other hand quickly just inside the bars of the cell, she muttered an incantation quickly and clearly under her breath. "I command thee! Mask of meat, all creation, flutter, those that bear the name of man! Truth and temperance, merely stand a claw against the wall of the faultless dream!! Hadou 33: Soukatsui!!"

A hiss fell from the arrancar as the mid level kidou hit his scarred chest at close range, but it didn't make him release his hold on her. He could take a hit from a high-powered bankai, that from her had only stung a bit. He did jerk a bit harder on her wrist and move his hold from her wrist to her neck, being sure to rub his arm against the curve of her breasts as he grasped her throat. "I know your name, shinigami. I heard Ichimaru talk about ya once. Compared ya to someone. I think ya best let me out if you wanna live, Rangiku."

She hadn't come as defenseless as she'd appeared. She wasn't that stupid. With her free hand she flipped her robe back from her leg, and quickly palmed the dagger she had strapped to it. She growled and stabbed it through the arrancar's wrist with a grin. "I'll letcha out if you can manage one simple task for me. Clap."

The former Espada just growled dangerously and flexed his hand around her throat, starting to tighten his grip. "Don't perform tricks for a ****in' shinigami." His wrist throbbed but he ignored the pain and the blood running down his arm, focusing instead on her. She'd look good dead, with his blood smeared over that thin white nightgown of hers.

This was pushing it even for her, but there was no other motivator than self-preservation. Staring hard at the troublesome arrancar, once again she began to chant and this time had the use of both her hands and the full strength of her reiatsu behind it. "First Movement: Shiryuu, Second Movement: Hyakurensan, Final Movement: Bankintaihou. Bakudou 99 Bankin!"

Grimmjow just kept the grin and kept squeezing as she started spurting a long list of words. Soon enough she wouldn't be able to say a damn word -- but that soon wasn't soon enough for the arrancar. The highest level bakudou hit him like a pile driver, pinning his one arm behind his back and dropping him to his knees, immobilizing him.

Giving a feral growl, the arrancar narrowed his eyes at her through the bars and gave a tug to his arm. "The hell is this?!"

Rangiku dropped to her knees coughing and clutching her throat as blessed air once again channeled through it. Just behind her she could hear the clamor of feet alerted by the sudden flair of a vice captain's reiatsu. Cool icy blue eyes glared viciously and triumphantly from beneath her bangs. "Gotcha."

The small surge of shinigami came into the holding area and took one look at their vice captain before the cell was unlocked and they went in cautiously but quickly to deal with the arrancar.

"It was our error to not bind it in the first place," came a cool serious voice from the doorway to the holding cell as Hitsugaya stepped forward, looking into the cell. Even under the hold of the top-level bakudou, the arrancar was struggling and he could feel the grips of the kidou starting to loosen on the creature. "Hurry."

It was as he'd told Ichigo, about the hollows Aizen had access to... This one was surely once a vastrode. It was as they feared. And this was just one of... how many, of Aizen's demons?

He sighed softly and offered a hand down to his vice captain. "Are you all right, Matsumoto?"

Rising to her feet, with the help of her captain's hand, she nodded. "Sober, unfortunately. I was careless. My apologies for rousing you all." Her hand came to her neck, rubbing it soothingly. No doubt it would be completely black and blue tomorrow. Great. "I'll supervise his restraints and keep watch over him the rest of the night."

Hitsugaya frowned softly, taking note of the broken bottle of sake on the cell floor, but didn't his scold his vice captain further. At least not in front of the enemy and the other division members. They'd both been careless. He only nodded faintly, and turned his attention to the arrancar.

Who'd just gotten enough of his movement back to give a jerk of his arm, still half pinned at his back, to slam his elbow into the abdomen of the shinigami attempting to get the dagger from his wrist and the weapon away from him.

"You are charged with the assault of a Gotei 13 Vice Captain Officer, arrancar, prisoner number 127--"

"Blah, blah, blah."

"--a crime punishable by--"

Grimmjow just stared at the small white haired captain standing beside the busty blonde and his brow quirked and he grinned. He'd heard Ichimaru talk about the woman. And this one too. "How's Hinamori?"

Hitsugaya's words fell and he stared hard at the creature, eyes wide and a slight tremble moving through him before he regained himself. "I'll leave a gag, in case you find a need for it, Matsumoto."

"Thank you." She gave a bow to the boy and watched him and the others leave once the arrancar was sufficiently restrained and movement limited by the chains keep him within a short range. The woman stepped into the cell with him and sat in the new chair they'd provided for her.

"Ch'..." The arrancar muttered, glaring hard at the shinigami that retreated from the room, one or two nursing a bruised or broken rib, but otherwise unharmed. He gave a roll to his shoulder, tugging his arm free from the last tendrils of the kidou holding it behind his back, and jerked his arm a bit. His eyes took in the circlet about his wrist, and the chain going to the frame of the bed. Great. Just great.

He should have been able to kill one of those shinigami before they could do this to him. Specifically the one he'd been alone with.

And was still alone with.

Growling faintly but otherwise ignoring the woman, he slid down to the floor to tend to his wrist, and to continue testing the bonds they had him under.

Crossing one leg over the other, Rangiku did the same with her arms. "You won't be getting out of those, so might as well give up."

"Ya won't be winning this war, so might as well give up." Grimmjow just flashed a grin to the woman. He didn't see the shinigami doing that any time soon. Even though they should. Good. Made things more fun.

To hear her own doubts flung at her stung more than she cared to admit. Of course she would never let them known to anyone else, but it still nagged at her that she couldn't believe fully in her comrades and friends. She knew Gin too well to know he only sided with a sure bet and always won.

Rangiku sighed and went to the small window to glance at the moon. She said nothing. With men like him silence annoyed them more than rising to the debate.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes but smirked faintly. Her silence was her answer, all the answer he needed. Letting her have her little moment to think over her side's imminent defeat, he instead focused on getting some sort of wrapping on his wrist. Damn thing stung. Rolling his left shoulder, he shifted to get the end of his sleeve in his mouth and tugged at the white material to rip off a piece. He hated to ruin the uniform provided to him by Aizen, but it was ruined anyway from the fight against Ichigo.

Tucking the end under the little circlet about his wrist, with a smirk that the damned thing had a use to him, he set to wrapping his wrist with the strip of fabric held in his teeth. One learned quickly how to deal with only one hand, when not wanting to appear as an invalid in Las Noches. He knew how things worked. Survival of the fittest. The strong prey on the weak, single out the injured. He'd never let himself be pounced on by the damn jackals.

Unbeknownst to him or not, he had an audience in his dealings with tending to his wound. Once again she found herself muttering something under her breath. Suddenly a white glow surrounded Grimmjow's wrist and the gaping gash closed itself up. Rangiku dropped her hand and looked back out the window, leaning in the low sill.

Aqua eyes went a bit wide, blinking at his wrist that was just now half-wrapped, smeared in blood, but no longer open and bleeding. Scowling, he worked at twisting his wrist and unraveling the wrapping he'd gotten half around his wrist. One kidou ruined his arm, now another kidou healed his other. "The **** ya do that for? I was takin' care of it."

She shrugged, but didn't turn to look at him. "Felt like it."

"Ain't thankin' ya." He let the strip of fabric flutter to the floor, adding to the mess in his cell. The only thing the shinigami had taken away was the scraps from the chair.

"Wasn't gonna ask ya to. I know you won't." Rangiku sighed and turned, her elbows resting against the window's ledge as she leaned back. One foot rose slightly to rest against her shin. Her gaze looked at the puddle of sake on the floor. Part of her wanted to go down there and lick it, but she refrained. Despite the clawing need for the substance, she wouldn't reduce herself so low in front of an arrancar. "What did he say about me?"

"Who? Oh right, Ichimaru." Right, he'd been trying to piss her off when trying to kill her. Eyeing his wrist again, he dropped his arm and slumped down to lean against the frame of the bed, stretching his long body out. Damn. Now that he didn't need to wrap his wrist, he was bored. And he couldn't prowl, because he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing him tug at his chain like a dog when he came to the end of it. "Talked about your tits."

Rangiku looked down at herself with a bitter smirk and a shake of her head. "Bastard. What did he say about them?"

"Was buggin' an Espada to let him compare hers to yours." Glancing over at the woman, who was turned with her profile to him, he slid his eyes shut and smirked faintly. Much as he hated to admit it, no real comparison.

Her smirk widened. "And how do they compare?"

Shit. He wiped the smirk from his face. "I ain't comparin' a fellow arrancar to a shinigami, woman."

"Boo. You're no fun."

"Ya'd have to ask Ichimaru 'bout that anyway. I got no interest in her tits. Only look cos she lets 'em hang out."

Rangiku gave a poke to her own breast and sighed. Oh well. So much for an attempt at flattery.

Catching the poke, he lifted a brow before tucking his arm behind his head. "You touchin' yourself or somethin' over there?"

"Oh, please." Turning on her heel, she once again faced the window.

He laughed shortly and closed his eyes. She was easy to annoy. A good thing, too, since she was his only entertainment here. Staring at the moon was boring. Though it would at least be a good judge of time. "So why ya here, anyway. Ya said it yourself, I can't escape this chain."

"Boredom, denial, regret. Take your pick." Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a smoky look. "Or maybe I just find you irresistible."

His eyes were closed but he felt her look on her. Probably a look that would make a lot of men in this white city nosebleed and gasp and fall to their knees in thanks and praise. Whatever. "Ya came here drunk to drink with me. That last one doesn't sound too far off, Rangiku."

She shrugged. "You still haven't told me your name, Arrancar."

"Ya interrupted me. I'd been about ta, but you gave me a nice opportunity to try to kill ya." Opening up one eye into a slit, he glanced at the result of that and tugged at the chain before settling his arm back across his chest. "Grimmjow Jaggerjack."

"That's a mouthful." The clinking of the chain brought her attention back to the bed and the man beside it. "Wonder what else ya got that's a mouthful."

That made him open his eyes all the way and gaze across the room at her before he sat up form his sprawl and leaned against the bed frame. "I told ya my name, didn't ask for you ta like it. So you an' the other shinigami don't talk? I told the kid my name. An' ya wouldn't be able to handle it. Aizen-sama only promotes the arrancar that are perfect to the Espada."

She blinked, ran his words again through her head, and then suddenly laughed. "You really are such a child."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "What. Am not."

Rangiku smiled again and shook her head. It was best to say nothing at all. She shouldn't have said what she said in the first place. It was wrong and kinda creepy. Were it not for the reiatsu and the mask along his jaw it was easy to forget he was an arrancar and her enemy and not just a man who could suit her needs for a few hours.

"Ch'..." Grimmjow just eyed her sharply before he got up to his feet in a smooth motion and then tossed himself down onto the bed, showing no signs of discomfort at the hard flat surface. He rolled onto his side, giving her his back, and tugged at the chain in attempts to get comfortable. "****in' shinigami..."

Turning to look at him, she took in the muscular lines of his back which tapered into lean waist and scrumptious backside. His legs spoke of power and strength. Even with the lack of an arm he was attractive. "How'd ya lose it? Your arm." Tentatively she pushed herself from the wall and stepped a bit closer to the bed.

He wasn't about to tell her Tousen lobbed it off and burnt it to a pile of ash that was later swept away, all in front of Aizen. So he'd tell her the same damn thing he told the kid. "Didn't need it. First time to the living world showed me I could beat all'a ya down with one arm tied behind my back, so I cast it aside. Don't need it..."

"Or more like you were a bad little puppy and someone chopped it off for ya."

"Not a ****in' puppy and shut the hell up." He glared hard at the wall, aqua gaze going cold and dangerous. Too bad the wall held up well to broiling glares. "Ya don't know shit. I don't need it. Not then, not now."

"Hmmm..." She reached out and touched the end of what remained of his arm. Her finger rimmed the edge, studying. "Wow. Didn't think Tousen had it in him."

The arrancar jerked to sit up, his arm going across his chest to clasp over the stub of his arm. Dammit. He hadn't realized he'd torn that much of his sleeve off to bind his wrist. His eyes glowered at her, burning with anger and the faintest touch deep in the irises, of humiliation. "Don't ya have a moon to go stare at?"

"You're much more interesting than a silly moon, Grimmjow."


CHAPTER II

He scowled and twisted to lay back down on the bed, giving her his back again, and this time laid down on his left arm. It wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, but right now he didn't care. "Go find something else to stare at, I'm not your personal zoo or circus freak."

"Did I say you were? Geesh." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she crossed her arms.

"I still almost killed ya. One handed." He continued his dark glower at the wall, insides still broiling and his fingers twitching, wanting to rip something apart, but he stayed still. "Touch it again and I'll rip yours off so we match. I don't care what extra charges that gives me. Your laws don't concern me."

Rangiku shrugged. "I apologize, then. It wasn't my intent to upset you so much."

"Ya, 'm sure ya really care. And I'm not upset. Ya just bug me."

Grabbing Grimmjow's shoulder, she yanked him back so he was flat on the bed. Her angry gaze met his seemingly petulant one as her face hovered over his. "Don't throw my apologies back at me. I don't make them that often."

Grimmjow's eyes just narrowed at her but now that he was facing her, not the wall, he tried to steel his composure. So she poked at his arm and knew who did it uncannily, so what. All of Las Noches knew what happened and no one had gotten him so riled up before about it. Not since that day in the main chamber when he was ready to murder Tousen for his actions. No one really had the audacity to continue harping on it though with him. His composure regained, he looked at her almost boredly and tucked his arm under his head. "Why do you think I want a thing from you?"

She looked away, slightly hesitant, but with a sadness in her eyes. He might not want anything from her, but she wanted plenty from him and felt guilty about it. That was her whole reason for coming here and ultimately staying here. Her gaze returned to the arrancar, a reluctant blush creeping into her cheeks despite all attempts to squelch it. "Maybe because I want something from you."

The sudden hesitation and the blush made the arrancar blink in surprise, gazing up at her intently. What? Why did he get the feeling she was not talking about information about Aizen's plans, army, and the various going ons in Hueco Mundo? "An' what's that... Jus' maybe I can letcha have it."

This was really difficult to do with him looking at her like that. She sighed and puffed up a breath of air which fluttered her bangs and from the corner of her eye she looked at him. "What's Gin doing there?"

"...huh."

Her head sank for all of a second before it snapped back with embarrassed frustration. "Gin. Ichimaru. The one that didn't lob your arm off? The one who was likely standing in the shadows and silently snickering at the whole thing. Him."

Grimmjow snorted and turned his head to look away stubbornly. Damn and here he'd thought she wanted something interesting. "Nuh uh. Hell no. Ya got the wrong arrancar if ya want an informant. I don't spy on those three, and what I do know, I sure as hell ain't gonna tell ya jus' cos you bat your lashes at me."

With a muttered curse, she grabbed him by the bony jaw and yanked his face back to her. "Who said anything about just batting my eyelashes? I'm willing to make a deal. Short of releasing you."

He quirked a brow, staring hard up at her. "An', what, ya expect me to tell ya what Ichimaru and Aizen-sama discussed, the last time they discussed the hows, whens, and wheres, of what they're planning? For some piddly reward? Sorry. Ain't. ****in'. Happenin'. The worst you people can do is ****in' sunshine and rainbows compared to what Aizen-sama would do if I turned traitor."

"Goddamnit. I don't care about that shit. I couldn't care less about what they're plotting! I want to know about him that's all."

She couldn't be serious. She had to be trying to lead him into casual conversation about Ichimaru just to lead and see what he'd slip. "Like what he ate for breakfast an' how he put a tack on Ulquiorra's chair?"

Though that last bit might have been funny if she knew who this Ulquiorra person was, it only just seemed to frustrate her more. Shaking her head, she drew away in frustration. "God, forget it. I just want to know if he's happy, sad or even if he misses me."

His hand reached out to grab her chin, drawing her back to meet his stare as she tried to draw away. She was serious. That was all she wanted to know. she wouldn't be this emotionally invested if all she wanted to know was Aizen's progress with the hougyoku and plans to acquire the Ouken.

He smirked softly and traced his finger over her jaw. What she was offering sounded entertaining... and this place was boring. He needed something to do while biding his time for the war, when Aizen broke into the realm of the king and the war surely spilled over into Seireitei. Or god hoping he wouldn't be here that long, until he could get the hell out of here. He controlled what he said in the end. "An' in return?"

Her eyes were clear with determination and held the validity of her words. "I'll make your stay here ... more comfortable, or at least supply you with the means of filling in those long stretches of time."

"If you're talkin' about feather pillows and yahtzee..."

"You know full well what I'm talking about, Grimmjow."

Yes. Yes he damn well did. "If any of your fellow shinigami try to immobilize me with that kidou crap cos they think I'm 'assaulting' you when you're just making things 'comfortable'. Deal's off."

"I'll keep them away from here. You have my word as a woman."

Good choice. Had she given her word as a shinigami, he would have laughed and shoved her off of him and tried to get some sleep. Instead he just smirked up at her and traced his hand down from her cheek, grazing between her breasts through the thin material, the white garment splotched with his blood. "Well I toldja a bit about Ichimaru..."

Her hand reached up to her neck and pulled the collar of her robe down and off her shoulder exposing a breast. Her gaze was steady as she rolled her shoulder back and offered him her gratitude for those few bits of information. "Is this enough for now?"

His hand skimmed down, circling around her breast and cupping it before he smirked softly. Hooking his fingers under the shifted material of her robe, he drew it away to expose both breasts. "I toldja stuff earlier, too, 'bout him talkin' bout your tits."

"Greedy bastard." She shivered at his touch but not from revulsion, but from anticipation and longing. How long had it been since she'd allowed someone to touch her like this? She could barely remember. Some lower officer she supposed. She barely remembered his name. It didn't matter though.

"Jus' seeing what you're offerin' to see if it's worth my time," the arrancar said with a grin, sliding the hem of her robe down her shoulder to get it out of the way of her breasts before he brought his hand back. Her breast more then filled his hand, making him hungry in ways the earlier offered food didn't, and he licked his lips as he traced his nail in a slow circle around her nipple.

It tightened and puckered immediately upon his touch. She moaned and closed her eyes, enjoying it for a moment and allowing herself to get lost in the sensation. When she opened them they were dark and luminescent with intense desire. "Do we have a deal or do you need to see the entire package?"

Grimmjow just gave the woman a leer, his fingers giving her nipple a slight pinch before his hand released her breast and he moved it down to press over her stomach, fingers sliding under the hem of her robe. His eyes move over the length of her body, all those soft curves and generous swells and long lines of her body still hidden by the robe. "Ya really think that's even a necessary question?" His hand tugged a bit at the robe.

She pushed his hand away, so she could get to the robe's ties before he could. First undoing the inside knot and then the other, Rangiku dragged the material back. She shifted her body to seat herself across his thighs, straddling him. She rose to kneel as the robe slid off her shoulders to reveal her fully nude body. "Are we in agreement then?"

His hand dropped and he let her undress for him, folding his arm behind his head to make himself a bit more comfortable on the bed. Once nude, his eyes raked over her, not leaving a single inch of her untouched by his hot gaze. A rare light of lust brightening his eyes. It wasn't as good as getting to kill this woman and every other shinigami that came near him, but slaking his lust would be a decent enough way to waste his time here. "Ya, ya gotcherself a deal, shinigami."

Her hand reached behind her to grab the robe. Climbing off the man, she stood and shrugged it on, tying it shut once more. She pulled her hair free and turned to look at the arrancar. Funny how they were both using each other for nearly the exact same reason. True he could tell her about Gin, but she knew he wouldn't be able to tell her much. Gin had been rather secretive with her about his feelings in general. There was no way he would trust them to a subordinate.

Her eyes took in Grimmjow, she already knew he was a nice specimen of male, she just didn't know how good. Returning to the edge of the bed, Rangiku's hand reached out and curled into the dark waistband of his hakama. "Mind if I take a look at what I get outta this deal?"

He just grinned softly, reaching to take her wrist and press her hand downward against his groin, hardly affected just a little by the sight of the woman. Shinigami or not, she had some nice curves. "I thought ya jus' wanted outta this stuff about Ichimaru."

"True, but perhaps I might change my mind about the whole deal if I don't like what I see." She smirked wickedly as she pulled Grimmjow's pants until she had his groin fully exposed. Her eyes widened just slightly as she took in the sight. Her mouth watered and she felt herself grow wet with need. She let her hand drop atop his soft length cupping it as her fingertips combed lightly through the dark almost navy curls. "Not bad, Grimmjow. Aizen built you well."

She covered it well, but he saw that smirk fade from her face, surprise and lust taking its place. He lay back down, keeping his arm folded under his head, letting her touch him all she liked. "Helps he had a lot to start from. That answer your earlier remark, 'bout the mouthful thin'?"

She gave him a little smirk, "It does answer the question very well." Her hand continued to caress him, testing him out slightly. More or less curious about this entity and how he performed and functioned. She was very tempted to get him to full arousal, but part of her feared what he would do were she not to deliver on satisfying him. Pulling her hand away, reluctantly, she righted his pants and leaned back looking at him lustfully.

Though her hand drew away, the bit of arousal her touch and stare had incited lingered, and he quirked an eye open to look at her. The urge to yank his waistband down again and pull her over again was strong. Instead of grabbing for her wrist, he reached over to trace the backs of his fingers over and up her leg toward her sex. Only fair. She stroked him. "So what do I gotta tell ya ta get you to do more than look an' tease?"

Her legs parted, granting his fingers access. "I just want to know what he's been up to. Tell me what you know that you're willing to tell me."

"Don't see 'im all that much... mainly he spends his time wit' Aizen-sama, sometimes Tousen..." His fingers went up her thigh to right between her legs, and rubbed his fingers hard against her folds.

Rangiku hunched forward slightly as Grimmjow's touch pulled a soft moan and a light groan from her lips. She took a moment to enjoy it before speaking again. "I see... Does he seem happy to be there?"

"He's always got that grin on his face..." Grimmjow shrugged softly, sliding his finger past the folds to dip into her briefly and give one single thrust, before withdrawing to just run the pads of his rough fingers over her sex. "Nah... That ain't true, there was one time I saw him talkin' with Aizen-sama and there wasn't that happy as a **** look on his face..."

Rangiku's hand once more returned to the man's groin to fondle through the rough cloth of his pants. She wanted to suck his cock while he spoke but she refrained. Perhaps if he became fully aroused she would. In the meantime she contented herself with his rough caress and his gravelly voice. "Do you know what they fought about?"

A low groan was uttered faint in the back of the arrancar's throat as she rubbed at him. the last time she'd touched him, it had been bare skin to skin, not through the material of his hakama, but her touch was completely different when not poking curiously to see if he even had a dick. Even as his arousal stirred under her touch, he slid his finger back inside her. "Not sure exactly... was right after Aizen-sama made the only woman in the Espada... He wanted Ichimaru to be there, which is kinda weird, those two ain't at the birthin's all that much. He made her an' asked Ichimaru wasn't she a perfect creation..."

Rangiku's brow quirked. There was a female arrancar? It shouldn't have surprised her but it bothered her a bit. Had Aizen created a replacement of her for Gin? Had he fallen for it? Anger colored her arousal as she once again pulled down Grimmjow's pants and handled him firmly. "Aizen made him a woman? Did he like her?"

He gave a slight grunt as her hand came around him and he shifted to sit up, his hand leaving her body to touch on her hip and yank her over to him. His knee bent a bit as he shifted to put her over his leg, letting the rough cloth of his hakama rub her damp flesh. This was the damn annoying thing about one arm. One hand. Whatever though, he'd deal. He always did.

His hand temporarily freed up, he lifted it to twine a long strand of her hair around two fingers and brought it to his lips. "Yea... Thought so.. Close to the same color." He twisted the lock of hair, giving it a slight tug before releasing it. "Dun think so. He left, an' I saw 'em talkin' later."

She leaned forward, pressing her chest to his as she breathed hotly across his lips. Her hand slid further downward to cup his sack, fondling the pliable flesh. "What did they say?"

"Toldja... I don't eavesdrop on their personal conversations..." he said in a ragged voice, rocking his hips to press his fully hard arousal against her toying hand. His leg he shifted once more, grinding his thigh harder against the soft fuzz between her legs and the even softer slick flesh. His hand he lowered to take hold of a breast once more, fingers playing over the pert nipple. "Was a long time before Ichimaru would even give her a second glance, tho'."

The time to reward him fully had come. That little bit of information was enough to satisfy her and help ease the arrancar's arousal. Shifting back, she bent over and took Grimmjow's cock in her mouth. She groaned and relished the unusual flavor of him. There was a darkness about him which she craved as she had once craved Gin's. Wiggling her head, she pushed lower until she had the entire length in her mouth and partially down her throat.

Grimmjow gave a low groan as her mouth slid down over him, fully engulfing him. His balanced swayed and he shifted to press his shoulder against the cold stone wall to help keep his balance. His head turned down to look at hers, deep in his lap, and he let his hand fall to rest on the back of her neck. He slowly traced his thumb down the ridges of vertebrae, a thought and realization flitting through his mind that he could easily with the one hand, snap her neck right now. Her defenses were down. He didn't act on the instinct, just groaning softly as the knowledge only heightened his arousal.

That very same thought occurred to her as well when she felt the hand at the back of her neck. It made her shiver and moan. Slowly she brought her head up and sucked hard at the tip. Her tongue rolled over it and jabbed at the slit before she rubbed the flat of it against the base. Her eyes met his as she tilted her head to lick up and down the length of him while her hand jerked slowly over him.

"Ya just gonna lick at it?" he said after a moment of watching her lave her tongue over every inch of him, his hips rocking against her hand and her lips. His hand moved from the nape of her neck, dragging his nails up and down her flesh and tossing her hair to the side.

She grinned and returned her lips to the tip and gently closed her teeth over it, grinding them with extreme care over the head before once again plunging downward and taking him into her mouth. Rangiku bobbed shallowly over his cock as her hand squeezed and pumped the base. Every few moments she would pull her hand and deep throat him, for a bit before returning to her vigorous sucking and slurping.

A strangled cut off response bubbled out from his lips and the arrancar just managed a groan, slamming his head back against the wall. The pain blossomed at the base of his skull and just added to his pleasure, but the shock was enough to keep him from coming as he felt her throat muscles flex tight around him before she bobbed her head back up. The varying amounts of tightness and suction nearly killing him.

Shit, all this, just for telling her some random shit about Ichimaru? He could do that... Yea he could definitely do that, and watch what he said to not give away too much information. They probably already knew some things. One of these shinigami had fought and killed Shawlong, and that guy always liked to talk way too much while fighting.

Yes this was it. This as she ravenously sucked him off, her hand flipped back the panels of her robe, exposing her sex. Bringing her foot up, she placed the arch on the edge of the bed the other she let sit next to it, keeping her knees bent one on the bed the other straight up. Luckily for her she had the use of both her arms and the one that currently wasn't handling the arrancar's cock, found its way between her legs. Sliding fingers inside herself from behind, Rangiku saw to her own needs while seeing to Grimmjow's as well.

Opening his eyes slowly, his vision a bit blurred and hazy, Grimmjow gave a soft growl as his gaze was riveted on the sight of her hand down between her legs. Fluids spreading over her fingers as she pumped them in and out of her herself, teasing at her own clit. His fingers splayed on her shoulder blade as his body tensed, control starting to fray away to nothing, and he jerked his hand to bury into her gold strands as his hips jerked in orgasm.

Rangiku was quite greedy with her midnight snack, leaving none of it to waste as she took in every drop of his orgasm and relished and savored the unique taste which was unlike anything she'd had before. She pulled her lips off his cock and gasped as she continued to finish herself off. Her fingers pushing and sliding about her pussy. Grimmjow's eyes on her only made her hotter and more eager to show him just how much he could come to enjoy her presence.

The cloud of fuzzed, incoherent bliss that followed the orgasm faded quickly enough, leaving the arrancar staring down at the woman sprawled out on the bed between his legs. Reaching down, he pressed his hand to her shoulder to roll her onto his back and let her pillow her head against his thigh, legs still in a V from her earlier attentions. His eyes met hers with a grin and then moved down, hand following his gaze and groping at her breast to pinch a nipple. He was more than willing to watch her push her fingers in and out of herself, her hand just as merciless and attentive to her own sex as it had been to his.

The slight change of position allowed her the use of both her hands to pleasure herself. The fingers from one hand working at her clit while the other thrust and wiggled themselves inside her. As she gazed up at him, she smirked and moaned. Rangiku always made sure he could see as much as he wanted and touched as much as he liked.

And touch he did. Pinching each nipple, palming her breast, his nails biting into the soft flesh and leaving little half moon marks. Her back only arched with each little nip of his nails, letting him know she hardly minded the small bursts of pain, so gone in her pleasure and close to climax that she was. Smirking, he rubbed his palm over her nipple one last time before leaning forward a bit, his arm reaching down to join his fingers with hers inside her, the butt of his hand pressing against the soft fuzzed mound of flesh.

There it was, that little push she needed. Grimmjow's long manly fingers reaching deep into hers where she couldn't reached. She bucked her hips up with a soft cry of his name as she came. Wriggling in the throes of release, she ached for more but she restrained herself. If they both played their cards right there would be more of the same and then some.

As Rangiku came down from her orgasm, she looked up at the arrancar with a lazy smirk. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

Keeping his smirk, Grimmjow rolled his shoulder and leaned a bit against the wall. He drew his fingers out of her wet body and let his hand drag up her abdomen and between her breasts, fully aware and intending to leave a trail of fluids up her body. Getting up to her face his smirk grew and he wiped a bit of his own fluids from her lip. "Yea, was a'right. You still got your deal."

"Our deal," she corrected him lightly with a smirk. Sitting up she righted her clothing. "Whenever you feel like telling me more, I'm around."

"Your deal, our deal," he said with a slight shrug and righted his own clothing after she sat up from his lap. "Semantics."

Looking around the cell she wondered what to do since she had mentioned to Histugaya that she would remain here the entire night. It didn't seem right to share the bed and he definitely didn't seem the gallant type to offer up the bed to her. She looked at the chair, which seemed hardly comfortable. It seemed as if it would be the floor for her tonight.

Rising she stretched with a soft satisfied purr. "I'll be over there if you feel like chatting again."

The bed vacated except for him, Grimmjow stretched out his limbs on it to a full sprawl and scratched idly at his abdomen. The clank of the chain against the frame of the bed caught his attention and he lifted his arm, swinging it idly by twisting his wrist.

Ah right. This. The reason he found himself in this shinigami's company. When her lips had been on his cock and his fingers in her cunt, he'd almost forgotten.

Rangiku looked at the chain, forgetting herself it had been there. Rare for her to have forgotten such a detail. Shrugging to herself she settled herself on the floor and curled up. This would be for a rather uncomfortable and strange evening.

Hearing the whisper of fabric against the cold stone floor, the arrancar glanced over at her. "Ya seriously stayin' here all night?"

"I told my captain I was, so that would be a yes."

Eyeing her curled up on the floor, Grimmjow rolled his eyes and sat up. The chain clanked again as he reached up to the head of the bed and grabbed up the thin pillow which he then hurled across the room. Flomping back down, he rolled to face the wall and muttered, "Wasn't usin' it anyway."

Rangiku smirked softly and snuggled her arms under the pillow. "Bonus points for next time."

He just muttered something under his breath. Bonus points, that sounded good. Now he sure as hell wasn't going to admit he'd only tossed it over to her because she'd swallowed.


CHAPTER III

The days went by uneventfully. The only highlight had been the sudden defection of Rukia and Renji to Hueco Mundo to assist Ichigo and the others in their rescue of Orihime. Otherwise it was business as usual. Meetings, paperwork, napping, and the occasional check on the prisoner which for the most part netted nothing new. It was evening again and only a few days after Grimmjow's capture and their tasty agreement. She hadn't been able to get his cock out of her mind since and she itched to have it inside her.

Nightfall once again found her seeking out their prisoner. Standing outside his cell she waved a bottle of sake. "Remember anything new today?"

This place was damn boring. Grimmjow spent most of his time laying, not sleeping, looking out at the window to see the sky to gauge the time and the amount of time passed, eyeing his cell to figure out the very few weaknesses of his captivity he could exploit, and swinging the chain. And counting the back and forth swings of the chain from his wrist. If he hit a million cycles, he was going to try to kill again to get out of this damn place. Currently he was nearing--

...Shit lost count.

Narrowing his eyes at the chain, he dropped his arm. Had that last number been 89, or 98? Whatever. The pad of feet made him glance over from his seated position near the end of the bed and he quirked a brow at the woman. He couldn't believe he was almost happy to see her. A shinigami.

"That question makes me sound like I got amnesia or somethin'," he commented with a smirk, stretching out a leg and bending his knee. "Was beginnin' to think you forgot about me down here, and our deal."

Rangiku smirked as she unlocked the cell and stepped inside, locking it behind her. "Not amnesia. Just selective." As she walked by the arrancar she dropped a jug in his lap while keeping one for herself. Settling against the window she uncorked hers and took a drink. Tonight she was dressed as casually as she had been the other night. Her robe was a pale pink with flowers and petals silk-screened along the bottom of the robe and its sleeves. "And nope. I didn't forget. It's just been a crazy few days."

"Busy huh?" The arrancar smirked faintly and picked up the small bottle of sake but just rolled it back and forth against his leg. "Havin' anything to do with that huge commotion that happened..." His aqua eyes flicked over to the window, trying to remember just when it was. "Yes'erday. Yea."

She was deliberately vague as she smiled and glanced at the male. "Maybe. It's been a hectic thirty-six hours." Her shoulders shrugged. "You're still my priority as far as everyone else is concerned. I'm to see to the needs of the prisoner."

Ch'. Why did he even bother digging for information about what was going on out there. Not like anything they did here would tip the scales of the war. And Aizen had barely even begun to move against them. Just done bits of reconnaissance work.

Shifting, Grimmjow turned to put himself perpendicular to the bed and tossed a leg up up, his ankle sitting on the edge of the thin mattress. "Needs huh. Everyone else know what kinda needs ya already seen to?"

Her laugh was light. "Of course. First thing I did was tell my captain that I gave the enemy a blow job and that I'm contemplating ****ing him tonight. Yeah right." Rangiku shook her head. "No. No one needs to know that. Would you be telling your buddies that you allowed a shinigami to suck ya off and you didn't kill her right after?" She smirked. "This is our little secret."

Grimmjow just rolled his shoulder in a light shrug. He hadn't really thought about what he'd be telling the other arrancar and Aizen about his time in captivity. Hopefully he'd have something of use to tell them, besides how the Vice Captain of the 10th Division liked to run her tongue up and down when giving head. That wouldn't really put him in any favorable light with Aizen when he, and it was when not if, got back to Hueco Mundo.

Shifting his foot, he rubbed the heel of it against his ankle. "Considerin' ****ing him tonight, huh? Good. Those the bonus points ya mentioned? Ya better give me something good, after all ya agreed to help make my time here comfortable as can be and to pass the time and the last day or so? Been damn boring."

Pushing herself from the window, she moved to sit on the bed next to Grimmjow's feet, a sexy little smirk tugging at her lips. She reached out and rubbed the smooth curve of his facial appendage. "That's exactly what I mean. It's been a rather boring few days for me too. I wanted to slip away last night, but there was an emergency meeting and then Kira dragged me off to the bar. I haven't been able to get your cock outta my head."

Smirking as well, Grimmjow pressed his hand against the cold stone of the floor and pushed himself up to a sit but left his legs up and on the bed. His foot he shifted, letting it fall onto her lap, his heel landing right between her legs. "Ya don't have to make excuses for not holdin' up your end of the deal."

She shoved his foot away and sat further back, leaning against the wall. "I don't remember sayin' I'd come every night."

"Jus' when you're horny or jonesin' to hear about Ichimaru, right?" he asked, dropping his foot back to the floor and left his legs V'ed with the other foot still resting on the bed.

"Or I long for your witty conversation." She snorted at that and grinned. "You can't possibly be wanting more out of this arrangement. You're lucky enough as it is with this. You get to pass a few hours doing something other than sleep or stare at walls and plot your escape."

Yea life was just a big bowl of peaches. Grimmjow gave his own snort. He had two things so far, he'd figured out, he had to look forward to here. His eventual escape, which seemed unlikely but he'd figure a way, and this woman's visits. A shinigami. He wasn't sure which was more humiliating. That he, a former Espada, couldn't get free of the shinigami's hold, or that he actually looked forward to seeing a shinigami. "Yea. Lucky. Whatever." That so wasn't the word he'd choose.

Rangiku's brow quirked. Pushing herself from the bed she rose and stretched. "Well if you're going to be like that, then I'm gonna go back to my room and see to my own needs."

She walked over to the door, bottle in hand and smiled. "Enjoy your sake at least."

She-- what? Grimmjow jerked his head to see her rise and start to move to the door of the cell. He scowled and glanced away, tempted to just let her leave. And he could go back to his chain swinging. Hauling himself up from the ground, he moved across the cell to the point where the chain wouldn't reach any further, and caught her wrist.

"So what'd ya wanna know this time," he said gruffly releasing her wrist and going back to the bed to sit down, his back to her.

It was tempting to grin and taunt him, but she didn't. She wouldn't rub in the fact that he seemed to enjoy and want her company despite their arrangement. Had their situation been reversed and she was his prisoner she would feel the same way. Any means of connecting to a person in captivity even if that person was their enemy was important.

Walking over to him, she kneeled behind him and placed her hands gently on his shoulders. Her breasts pressed lightly against his back as her hands began to knead and pull at the tense muscles of his back. "More of the same, I guess."

Her hands were very good at flexing and kneading, whether it was on his cock or as they were now, working over his strong shoulder blades. There were plenty of kinks in his back for her to work out, sleeping on the thin mattress and laying out on the floor and being worked up with frustration at being locked in here taking its toll. "Still not sure what kinda stuff ya wanna know... Ichimaru's part'a my every day life. Hard ta pick it apart."

She shrugged. She honestly wasn't quite sure either. It's not like Grimmjow had an inside track on Gin's mindset. He could only observe and even with that he couldn't tell her much because she knew for a fact Gin rarely let others see his true face. "Let's see..." Her hands moved over to his left shoulder and moved slowly down his bicep making sure to steer clear of the stump but also seeing that the muscles that remained were well loosened. "What does he usually do in a typical day?"

Typical day? Hrm, typical day. he had to admit, even with her hands gliding over his wide shoulders, a typical day in Las Noches was a pleasant thing to think about. Even if it wasn't his typical day, but Ichimaru's. "Uh... Sleeps in.. Least I assume he sleeps in, never seen him up earlier than 10..." He reached back to scratch at the back of his neck in thought and let his hand drop. "Meets alone wit' Aizen-sama and Tousen sometimes, or just pals around wit' Aizen-sama if he's not in the main chambers. Bugs an arrancar or two..."

Her hand slid down from the man's shoulder and along his chest slowly rubbing the warm flesh with her palm. She smiled and shook her head. "He used to do that here. Only instead of bugging arrancar, he'd bother either Kuchiki-taichou or Kenpachi."

He didn't really like the comparison of Hueco Mundo to Soul Society but didn't comment, and let it pass. Ichimaru would probably be the same wherever he was, and he didn't see a point in raising hell about nothing. She might try to leave again and he wasn't going to stop her a second time. Stopping her once had been hard enough. "He an' Tousen are also usually present in the main chamber and meetings, off to the side, but present. Those aren't daily though."

God was it ever tempting to ask what went on in those meetings, but Rangiku knew this arrangement would be dead if she ever breached that question. Instead she pressed her breasts against him further and massaged his back with them as her hand slid down his good arm while and the other continued along his torso. "Most likely mocking someone behind their back."

"Prolly..." Grimmjow smirked faintly and leaned his body back against her a bit more, feeling the warm softness of her breast squish flatter against the planes of his back. Her touch was rather soothing. There weren't many that would really touch him, most fearing that they might get their hand bitten off if they tried. "He one time, that I know of, put a tack on Ulquiorra's chair. Jus' to watch him sit all meeting with a tack in his ass cos he knew he wouldn't squirm or stand or do anythin', cos it's interrupt Aizen-sama."

She snorted and giggled as she was reminded of a similar incident when they were both vice-captains. "He did the same thing to Kuchiki before they were both promoted. Kuchiki stood in the exact same spot every time. I swear there are still imprints of his feet in the hall. He stood there the entire time with a tack in his heel and he didn't utter a word all meeting while Yamamoto was talking. I swear I nearly died laughing when he told me."

"So guess his life is 'bout the same there, as it was here..."

Her shoulders slumped with disappointment. "Guess it is. So I suppose he's having fun there, then." Slowly her hands slipped away into a lazy hold around his waist as she pressed her forehead against the back of Grimmjow's neck.

Great, she was all moody now because his life was pretty much the same, with or without her. He'd already told her the one thing he knew of that hinted maybe Ichimaru missed someone back in Soul Society, someone female, busty, and blonde. Raising his arm up to not let the chain get in the way, he turned around in her hold and bent his legs around her, one bent and on the bed beside her, the other dropped down off of the edge of the bed. "You're not gonna start cryin', are ya?"

Rangiku snapped her head up angrily, "Hell no. I stopped crying over him ages ago! If his life is so peachy without me that's his ****ing loss!"

"Good, cos I don't like dealin' with criers. 'Less it was me who made 'em do the cryin'," Grimmjow said with a smirk, but he did reach down and snare up his still full and corked bottle of sake and offered it up to her.

She pulled off the cork with a grin, put it to her lips and started chugging. It was a swig worthy of any man who considered himself a solid and proud drinker. In fact, it could have put the best that Seireitei had to offer to shame.

Rangiku returned it with a grin but with still over half the bottle left. "How 'bout makin' me cry out your name then," she said with a sultry grin and a hot look in her eyes.

"'Bout ****in' time," he said with a return grin, pressing the cork back into the bottle before setting it back on the floor to enjoy the rest at a later time. Leaning forward, he took hold of her lower lip between his and sucked hard at it, licking traces of the sake from her mouth.

The savagery with which he kissed her was surprising and exactly what she needed to drown out the hurt she felt which she refused to succumb to. Her tongue flicked over his when it could and it was only a matter of time before she felt his mouth fully on hers. His kiss was wild and ferocious like the man himself. The edge of his mask bit against her cheek, however it was almost like a rough caress one which she knew she would grow to like.

The arrancar let out a faint groan as she kissed him back, just as hot and hungry as his lips on hers. Her lips were just as soft and inviting as they'd been when wrapped around his dick, just inviting his teeth to nip at the soft plumpness of the pink flesh, and tongue to run over them. Lifting his hand, he brushed it along her cheek, rubbing at the abraded flesh from his mask, before his hand moved to clasp on the back of her neck.

Who would have guessed this man to have a tender side. It made Rangiku shiver and moan as her kiss further intensified. Her hands slid up his torso, smoothing over the silky warm planes of muscle. Her palms rubbed over his nipples. The tiny peaks felt like little rocks against her skin.

She was wearing too much. His vest was open, leaving his chest exposed to her touch as much as she wanted and he only got to feel the swells of her breasts through that annoyingly smooth, thin layer of silk. His fingers shifted from the nape of her neck down to tug at the back of her collar and then over, letting it fall down her arm. The fabric loosened, he leaned back slightly and heard the swish of fabric, one of her breasts spilling easily through the opening of her robe.

It was easy enough to tell what he wanted and she was willing to give it to him. Slipping her arms from her robe, she offered up both breasts to him. Quickly enough her hands returned to his chest where they slid up and pushed the jacket from his shoulders as well. Her gaze moved over him taking in the perfection of his chest, but her eyes were helplessly pulled toward the clean cut of his upper arm. Palming that shoulder, she let her fingers dig into the grooves of his muscles until she reached the base. Before he could jerk away, she pressed a kiss to his shoulder and moved her lips down until she reached the edge of the blunted appendage.

Grimmjow's entire body tensed up as she pushed the jacket to fall from his shoulders and her eyes moved to his left arm. To the incompleteness that was his left arm. But he didn't fight it, not wanting to hear any mockery or taunting about his self-consciousness about it. No one else got it, she wouldn't get it, even if she knew without having to be told just what had happened. He'd never take back the words he'd said to her, and that other shinigami. He didn't need the damn limb.

His head jerked to look down at her, kissing at the healed stump that ended close to his shoulder. His surprise showed on his face before he looked away. "What're ya doin'. You're fascinated by that, think more about it than I do."

Stopping she sat up and shrugged. "I guess I am. Having something you didn't think you needed but you managed well enough with it taken away cruelly, viciously, and unfairly. Then it's gone and you realize maybe you did need it, but now it's no use admitting that, so you just go on not needing it while trying to ignore that void it leaves behind."

Her words caused a prickle across his skin, a twinge in his back where once the neat lines of a 6 had been, etched by Aizen himself, but he ignored it. That was not going to be a topic of conversation. Ever. Instead he just asked, "Ya talkin' about my arm or Ichimaru."

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing briefly before going blank and then amorous. "Doesn't matter."

Grimmjow shrugged softly, not really affected by her angered look, only annoyed that his question and her answer had interrupted a nice hot little moment that had been going somewhere. Somewhere that could very nicely pass a few hours that would otherwise be spent dully.

She moved to kneel, her hands moving to untie the robe and then shrug it off. Her body was once again on full display for him. Her hands moved across her body, snaking across her curves and guiding his eyes around her body. "You still wanna ****?"

His eyes on her dropped to watch the play of her fingers across her taut stomach and full breasts and he quirked a grin. Reaching over, he snaked his own arm about her waist to yank her back over to his lap and where they'd been before interrupted. "That's why ya came tonight, right? To finally get my cock outta your mind and into your cunt."

"There, my body, anywhere you wanna stick it..." She growled softly as desire once again sparked in her eyes. Her body remained kneeling but she straddled his legs and as she bent down to resume their kissing, she rubbed her sex against his torso invitingly.

He just grinned before his lips covered hers and he let his arm stay about her waist, keeping her pressed tight against him. That body of hers she offered to him was quite tempting, and he squeezed his hand about her backside before sliding his fingers between the perfect globes of flesh and then down. The tip of his finger slowly circled around the pucker of flesh deep between her legs but then moved down more, sliding one finger into the slick wetness.

Her hips moved in tune with the thrusts of his finger. Kissing him deeper with each passing second she moaned louder and louder. One hand moved away from Grimmjow's shoulder to her breast. She rubbed it as she had seen him do, rough, hard, twisting and pinching the nipple viciously. It was as if she were doing for him what he would have done had he had the use of his other arm.

As he consumed her mouth, sucking at her tongue and nibbling at her lips, the flat of his mask grating further against her cheek, he could feel her hand moving on her own breast between their bodies. Giving one last gnash of his teeth over her soft lip, he pulled back from the kiss to sweep his gaze over her and watch her increase her pleasure as he fingered her. His finger pushed into her hard one final time before withdrawing and cupped on her hip to shift her, tossing her back onto the bed. "Gimme a minute," he said with a grin, working at tugging off his hakama and still watching her sprawled before him.

Rather than help him undressed, which by the look in his eyes seemed to be a matter of pride, she lay back and stared up at him hungrily. She kept her legs spread and her fingers between her legs, letting him get a full view of her sex. Her hand stayed toying at her breast. She was hot for him and it showed. Her body ached for what she knew would soon be getting.

Getting undressed in a hurry one handed wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but when one's prize was the sultry blonde laid out like a feast before him, one easily managed. The white garment found itself tossed aside to the floor, along with his waraji and black tabi, and the arrancar kneeled at the end of the bed in full nudity before her, with no small amount of pride. His arm might be missing, but other than that he was the epitome of top physical condition and masculine perfect, and knew it. Coming forward and crawling over her, he skimmed his hand up her inner thigh to press his fingers back into her while letting her look her fill.

Every inch of him looked delicious and one day she hoped to taste it all. However at this moment she wanted it on top of her and inside her. Though his fingers were doing a damn good job of satisfying her, they both knew his cock would eventually be the only thing that would do the trick.

Rangiku grinned as her hands moved along her thighs to her knees. Curling her fingers around them she pulled her knees back near to her shoulders and spread her sex in offering. "Gonna claim those bonus points, Grimmjow?"

His fingers twisted in her with a grin as he came up to kneel between her spread legs, the long digit pressing up to rub against a sensitive point just long enough to make her back arch and voice cry out a bit. His fingers pulled out and he shifted himself over her, fingers going around her thigh to hold her leg as he pressed his organ against hers but didn't yet thrust into her. "An' then some, yea."

The delicious pull against the back of her thigh only made the woman squirm more. She hooked her heel over his shoulder and grinned as her freed hand moved down between her legs to part the soaked and aroused flesh of her sex. "Make it good and you can be cashing in all night, Grimmjow..."

'Ya might almost regret this, ya know," he said with a grin, shifting his hips down to rub harder against the folds of her sex and then thrust forward to push into the parted flesh. His grin wavered as his lips parted with a sharp intake of breath, the heat of the woman gripping him robbing him of words momentarily. The initial shock and pleasure faded and he grinned again, keeping his hold on her leg, and thrust forward harder to bury deep into her. "You're gonna be down here... all the damn time... wanting my cock in ya..."

With just his thick heat searing into her, she already knew she wanted more of it. His cock felt incredible and more so with every thrust. She cried out in full passion hissing and seething through her teeth. Rangiku's body arched and slammed up against his with every brutal thrust. Quite suddenly she pushed up and clamped tightly around him locking him inside her. She rolled her hips in a slow grind while she pulled and sucked at his cock with her pussy. "I could say the same about you... wanting my pussy, my tits, my mouth on your cock... all the time..."

Little did she know, he already did. As soon as he'd seen her walk into the holding area just outside the cell, all he'd been able to think about had been her lips on him, lapping and sucking and then swallowing every single drop. Even though he was the prisoner here, there was a certain thrill in having his captor's mouth on him, getting him off, and then not spitting his fluids on the ground. She'd enjoyed it as much as he had. Exactly the same as now.

"'m already always down here.... don't got a choice..." he muttered through gritted teeth, the flexing and undulating of her body around him driving him crazy and just making him slam harder into her.

Her response was cut short with a moan and a plea for more. Her every thought was filled with this man. The feel of his body against hers, his fat dick boring into her, his hand rough and selfish as it claimed her body. This was primal bliss and the best lay she'd ever had. Rangiku was more than willing to make this a regular occurrence even if he had no new information on Gin in return. He had plenty to give to her with his body along. He fed a hunger and a need which one man had managed to cultivate and no man since had been able to satisfy. Until this one.

His entire body jerked and thrust forward as he slammed into her, her body just taking the rough pace and nearly begging for more. Every little moan and wider part of her thighs for his thrusts just made him hungrier for her and he dropped his hand from her thigh, shifting his body over hers further and planting his hand down on the mattress near her shoulder. The clank of the chain hanging from his wrist, swinging against the bed frame as the bed rocked, was the only reminder of their status as captive and captor, and he ignored it. Instead he focused on the shift position, and let his head fall against her breasts, finding a nipple and taking it into his mouth as he still didn't let up on his thrusts.

With the shift in position, Rangiku set her ass firmly on his lap while her legs dangled at his hips and her feet hooked around his back. The rest of her body arched in offering, letting him take his payment and whatever else he wanted of her.

Shifting one of his legs forward to better support her, Grimmjow gave a final tug and lick to her nipple before bringing his torso up. His hand lifted from the bed, chain laying across it as he placed at the small of her back, holding her up a bit from the bed and keeping her steady at his groin. His thrusts continued hard into her, aqua eyes dark with lust and watching the bounce of her breasts as her body rocked, his hips adding a grind as he felt his orgasm approaching. He'd be damned if she had any reason to not want this again. So he'd be sure she came just as hard as he did.

It was more than she could take. It came so hard and so fast it sent her reeling. Her gasp of pleasure died in her throat as the force of her orgasm gripped her. Rather than cry out, she gave a high pitched squeal of delight as her body trembled and thrashed with the ruthlessness of her orgasm.

As if his orgasm hadn't already been inevitable and fast coming. The woman's body spasming and gripping tighter around him as he plunged in and out yanked him without pause or hesitation over the edge, forcing a strangled gasp from his lips as he gnashed his teeth.

Wave after wave of numbing pleasure rocked over and throughout her body. Rangiku's vision blurred with the intensity of it and her voice grew hoarse. It seemed like a short eternity passed before reality crept back in and she caught her breath. She gazed up at the arrancar with a lazy and well-satisfied smirk. "I think you scored even more bonus points with that."

His orgasm faded and as it did, he let his hand drop from the small of her back. That bit of balance gone, he let her body lower back flat to the bed and sat back on his heels, his softening length sliding from her as he did. "And what'll those earn me?" he asked with a smirk, flicking his gave over her flushed body, chest still heaving, but there was no doubt at all she was well sexed and very satisfied. The same as he.

She kept herself fully open to him, not bothering with closing her legs or covering her nudity. She let him see it all. That hunger when he looked down at her pussy made her grin. She could only imagine what that looked like. Red swollen oozing with his come and her own. Lazily she let her fingers swirl about in the mess before bringing it to her lips to suckle. "Anything you want on this bed."

"That's a damn open offer," he commented, quirking a grin and dropping his eyes to watch her fingers slide around over the slick folds and then lift up to her mouth. His own hand dropped down to cup between her legs but his fingers didn't dip into her, instead he covered her slit with the palm of his hand and let the butt of his hand rub against her clit. "Ya like how ya taste?"

Her finger slid over her lips, smearing fluids over them before her tongue wiped them away. "I never minded much, but I do like your come so both together is quite a treat."

Smirking faintly he leaned back and watched her before he leaned to the side to pick up the half empty bottle of sake she'd brought him. Now that he'd earlier seen her take a drink from it, he knew it was safe to drink and he took a swig of the sake, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before setting it down again. The sake was still a bit hot, warm and tingling on his tongue.

Watching her lick away at her fingers, he licked his own and dropped his gaze to her pussy again. He just gave a soft grunt, no real reply to her words before he shifted on the bed to stretch his legs out and lay himself down on his side. His shoulder pressed against the bed and he reached over to curl his hand around her hip, pulling her body over to him with her legs still spread, and brought his head between her thighs. The hard plate of his mask pressed against her inner thigh, the chill of his reiatsu feeling like dry ice on her skin, and he laved his tongue over her slick messy flesh.

Grimmjow's tongue felt too hot against her skin. The added sensation of the sake burned her in ways that was all sorts of indescribable good. Gasping with surprise, she squirmed, her hand reaching down to tug his hair. "Fu-uh-ck... At this rate you're seriously racking up points."

The arrancar just smirked against her sex but for once didn't respond, letting his mouth stay busy with other things. His tongue flicked over her clit before pushing the wet muscle into her body, his fingers reaching to toy with her sex below his chin, his thumb rubbing at the taut skin below that was drenched with the fluids.

Rangiku was a quieter beast when the recipient of oral sex. Her moans were breathy and low, and she writhed more than thrashed about. Her hips did squirm and her hand did pull his head closer, but the blonde was all about making herself more alluring and seductive while she enjoyed the illicit pleasure.

The sound of his name panted and moaned breathily on her lips echoed in his ears and he continued his menstruations, cleaning up the mess they'd made of her pussy, the inside and out. He switched off between pushing his tongue deep into her and just laving at the folds, parting them to let his mouth run up and down the slit, and flicking his tongue over her clit. When his fingers weren't pushing into her, when his tongue was rubbing over her, they were back toying with the tight entrance to her body. Once his finger was slick with copious amounts of fluids, he pressed his tongue into her, and his finger as well.

With his ever attentive and meticulous attention it wasn't long before Rangiku found herself trembling with another orgasm. Still quieter than the last, but it was no less explosive. She arched and bucked and wriggled desperately as the intense pleasure coursed through her body and into the arrancar's greedy mouth.

Both his hand and mouth stayed on her as she climaxed, finger pumping and mouth sucking at her clit while fluids wet his chin. Each extra thrust and lick as she trembled was an attempt to get something from the woman a bit louder, but the loudest he got was a throaty, shaky groan of his name just as her body slumped bonelessly on the bed.

Drawing his finger from the tight hold of her body, he brought himself up to kneel and wiped at his chin again with the back of his hand. Finally he just snorted and shifted to sit back against the wall on the bed, his body perpendicular to hers and legs draped over hers. "So why so quiet when I'm suckin' your pussy but I can't shut ya up when I'm ****in' ya? It'd make more sense for you to always be quiet, so no one has reason to come down here an' see anything happenin'."

Reclining on her elbows she shrugged. "I'm just a screamer when it comes to sex. I like it rough so I scream when it's just right. If I'm gonna get head and do nothing while doing it, I'm gonna at least make sure you like what your seeing."

Pulling his leg up onto the bed, Grimmjow bent his leg and perched his elbow on it. Looking over at her, he smirked faintly. "With my head between your legs, all I could really see was your pussy. Somethin' to hear woulda been nice. I already liked what I saw. Else I wouldn't'a been doin' that."

"So you like screamers not moaners, huh?"

"Jus' didn't peg ya as a panter after what I so far heard."

Sitting up she grinned. "Maybe you were just so good, you robbed me of speech."

He just grinned mildly and shifted forward to reach down over the edge of the bed, grabbing up his clothes and the jug of sake. Dropping the clothes on the foot of the bed, he kept the bottle and took a swig from it, and then settled to untangle his vest from the chain extending from his wrist to the bed frame. "Maybe. You ain't hard to please tho'. The rougher I was, the hotter you got. Makes for a very good ****."

And it had been a very good ****. She reached out for the bottle he held and took a swig from it before returning it. Her gaze fell on the clothes as he picked them up. How long had he been in them? Then she looked at him. She would of course head to the baths for a late night soak before going to bed. He would have no such luxury. Of course there were those who would argue he was a prisoner, but even prisoners deserved better treatment than they were giving him.

Smirking softly she filed that information away for later and just enjoyed looking at him and anticipating the next time she would have that cock between her legs. It was silly of her to expect him to tell her about Gin before they ****ed. It was pointless, he knew very little and after today she didn't care. "I'm changing our deal," blurted the woman out suddenly. "We're just gonna **** for the hell of it. So long as it stays as good as tonight, we can keep ****ing."

Untwisting the sleeve of his shirt from the chain with some work, Grimmjow quirked his brow at the woman's comment but didn't reply back just yet. Instead he just shrugged the garment back on and stood up to pull the rest of his clothing back on. Idly he wiped some of the fluids from his groin before fastening his hakama. Though it would give him something to mouth off about, they would hear no complaints of their treatment of him. They would just mock it. That could wait until he was back in Hueco Mundo.

It was rather pointless as well to complain about a thing to this woman, who was the only so far to look at him as anything more than a feral, rabid dog just needing to be put down. They probably had guessed that he was high on the arrancar chain. He was useful. Had they caught someone like Di Roy, they would have been dead days ago. He couldn't wait for the interrogations. Maybe he'd just tell them random shit to buy himself time. Lying wasn't his thing but he wasn't going to die in here, no way.

Once again fully reclothed, he smirked and glanced over at her before sitting down again. "What'd I tell ya before we ****ed? That's fine by me. Not even gonna ask why you don't wanna hear 'bout Ichimaru no more."

Her grin was utterly possessive when she flashed it. Getting to her knees, she crawled over to him. "This makes you mine, you know that right? No one will be able to come in here, speak to you or touch you without my knowledge. Anyone who comes here has to go through me."

He quirked a brow as she came across the bed toward him. He wasn't anyone's, anyone but Aizen's. And even that wasn't something he'd ever admit. But whatever she wanted to believe...

"You're already the only one who ever comes near me, let alone talks to me." He rolled his shoulder in a shrug. "At least since this," he said with a shake of his wrist and a jangle of the chain. "The one who brings in food an' water doesn't look at me. Not even the same person each day."

She could see it in his eyes. He wasn't about to let her command him as Aizen would. Not that she could put the same amount of fear in him that Aizen could. It was laughable to think that she could make him hers. She hadn't been able to do the same with Gin. In fact, any man who claimed to be hers, she quickly lost interest in. However she didn't want to break Grimmjow in like some wild dog. She liked that wildness about him just as she'd once liked that ephemeral ness of Gin.

Sighing she sat back on her heels and grabbed her robe. Whatever, it had been a stupid thing to say. Rangiku shrugged the robe on and tied it. "Forget I said anything." She climbed off the bed and went to the cell door. "I'll bring you a fresh set of clothes and arrange a bath for you in the morning."

And that concluded anything of interest that would be happening to him tonight. Now he could return to his ever so important tasks of counting the swings of his chain, or pacing the short length of his cell, or just laying in bed and counting each and every shinigami there was in this place and gauging who was strong enough to warrant attention.

All tasks that could take hours, and none really made him tired.

Slumping down on the bed, he glanced over at the cell as she relocked it, casually noting how she locked the cell. Great. Some kidou thing. Frowning softly, he rolled onto his side and muttered a faint 'thanks' and then fell silent.

She stared at his back for a moment and nearly hated herself for caging up such a vibrant man. A slow feeling of guilt started to well in the pit of her stomach, but she squelched it. It was wasted on him. He would kill them all in their sleep if he could. Rangiku turned away, heading to the direction of the baths. The thoughts that clashed in her mind disturbing even her.

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CHAPTER IV

It wasn't often an arrancar dreamed, but images wandered through Grimmjow's mind as he slept, causing him to turn restlessly in his sleep. Memories of the day after the raid on Karakura Town, in the high chambers, where he'd been formally dismissed from the Espada. Memories of the day, just a few after that one, when the new Sexta Espada was announced.

Grimmjow jerked awake, the skin of his back burning where once the dark lines of his rank had once been etched.

And a deep feeling of dread heavy in the pit of his stomach. Aizen wasn't coming for him. Aizen had his perfect, matured vastrode-based Espada. Yammy was the only one not formerly a vastrode and he'd more than proven his strength. Even if Ulquiorra could kick his ass.

Sitting up slowly, Grimmjow glared at the cold stone wall of his cell before he dropped his chin to rest on his knee. "****," he muttered faintly, spitting a bad taste from his mouth to the floor. Of course Aizen wasn't coming for him. Aizen had matters to deal with; a human girl to twist to their side, a pit of vipers to keep under control.

Did he seriously expect the man to come to his rescue? What was he, a damn fairy tale princess in a tower? He'd get himself out of this. He'd gotten himself in, he'd get himself out.

The prison doors opened and the sound of metal scraping along the wooden floors could be heard along with the accompanying sound of water sloshing. Good on her word, Rangiku had arranged for a large metal basin to be brought in to give their prisoner a bath. Once it was set up in Grimmjow's cell, Rangiku dismissed the other shinigami and locked herself in with him.

Clad this morning in her shihakushou she looked at him. She felt strange coming to him first thing in the morning and even stranger looking the part of his enemy. Once she was sure there was no one in the area, she sat on the edge of his bed and dropped her hand on his shoulder. "Grimmjow, if I take off this chain so you can bathe, will you refrain from snapping my neck in half?"

It was a dangerous request, following on the heels of his dreams and memories as it was. Grimmjow was silent for a long moment, his chin still resting on his knee, almost like he didn't even hear the woman. Nor had he really acknowledged her presence. But his aqua gaze, shifted to look at the length of chain running from his wrist, testified to the fact that he hadn't somehow gone deaf while he slept.

Finally he turned his gaze over to her with a faint smirk. "Coulda snapped your neck so far on several occasions an' ya know it. But yea, I can behave. I know you're no good to me dead."

She gave him a nod as her hands went about his wrist. Muttering something under her breath the manacle popped open. Rangiku remained where she was, taking him at his word and not moving to get away from him. "It's good to know you at least enjoy ****ing me to let me live."

Flexing his wrist, Grimmjow lifted his arm only to rub it against his leg to massage some of the kinks from his wrist. "I may prowl and pace and bite and hiss, but I ain't an animal. I do have some hint of intelligence. An' I know that," he said with a jerk of his thumb over to the cell door, "is locked with some kidou thing like what ya keep doin'. No amount of cero, bala, or physical force will open it. I gotta have the key. Killin' ya would just lock me in here with a dead body."

"I never said you were stupid, Grimmjow, nor have I ever treated you like an animal or a creature or something to be demeaned and despised." Rising to her feet she went to the window and faced it. She was giving him privacy to bathe and take care of things he needed to. By giving him her back, she was also giving him her trust. It was suicidal and foolish, but she was famous for putting her trust in the worst sort of people and getting burned for it. Behavior like that didn't just go away.

"No? I distinctly remember ya calling me a dog the first night I was here." Getting up from bed after she did, he tossed a glance over to her turned back and frowned faintly. He hadn't spelled it out for her, but she'd be far more useful to him in getting out of here as a hostage. But he got the feeling they wouldn't open that cell door for him, even if a vice captain's life was being threatened. Not with the war with Aizen on the line, and whatever they thought they could get from him.

Even with that thought in his mind, the only way to find out for certain was to give it a shot, he didn't make a move for her. He just moved across the room to where the tub had been dragged and peeled off his days old clothing. The water was hot, and felt almost as good to sink into as her.

"You also tried to kill me that first night, so I think we're even." Leaning forward, she folded her arms on the windowsill and dropped her head onto them. "On the right side of the tubs are some soaps and towels. When you're done I can purify the water so you can rinse off."

"Ya rose to my bait." Grimmjow's words paused for a moment as he sunk under the water and then came back up, running his hand through his tousled aqua strands before reaching over for the soap.

Her head turned to glance at him. "I was only trying to be nice and find out more about you."

Rubbing the soap between his hands, Grimmjow shrugged faintly. "I kicked the chair, you asked if we all acted like spoiled rotten children, toldja to come in here and say that, ya sorta did. Bait. Ya bit."

"Yup. I bit. And I sucked too. Rather well if your reaction and the mother load of come in my mouth was any indication."

The arrancar smirked faintly, his hand drifting down under the water to rub lightly at his stirring organ. "Tryin' to get clean here, woman. That talk's gonna get ya ****ed again. And yea, ya did, but that was later that night. After the murder attempts, after ya called me a dog."

Turning she leaned on her elbows and smirked. "So? You want me to apologize for calling you a dog? I was angry."

"I dun expect an apology from you." He gave her a grin and dipped his hand down to soap away the remnants of last night. "Jus' was counterin' your statement you've never treated me like an animal, somethin' to be demeaned. You expected me to eat from the floor."

Her nose wrinkled. "Okay, for that I'm sorry..."

"Toldja. Not expectin' or askin' for an apology."

"Ya got one anyway. That was really atrocious of me to do." She turned to the window once more and stared at it as she thought about that first day and her horrid treatment of him. No one had ever made her that angry or upset before. Not true. Luppi had but that had been because he'd been a lecherous foul prick. "Can I ask you something weird? That thing on your back, it looks like it used to be a six, but I saw Luppi with it. Why is that little shit with it and you're not?"

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. When the **** had she seen it? Any time he'd been naked or shirtless, he'd been facing her. Damn. Except when he slept, he slept facing the wall, he just preferred to sleep on that side. And his vest was hardly the longest garment in the world.

And of course Luppi had shown that new mark of his. Damn creature nearly pranced around Las Noches naked, showing his rank to anyone who would look.

"Cos things change."

"Still. He's a turd and hardly a tenth of your power from what I can tell. He doesn't deserve it."

It was a subject he'd not wanted to talk about, but one he found difficult to stay silent on. He couldn't speak on it in Las Noches, not with all of the Privaron Espada dying to be Espada again, and just wanting to find something to use against those currently high in Aizen's eyes. And though Grimmjow wasn't Espada anymore, he hadn't been given a three digit number. That was saying something. "I'm not complete, now. I can hardly be Espada. It's up to Aizen-sama who is marked and who is not."

At his words she turned and looked at him, silently looking him up and down. She smirked hotly. "He obviously hasn't seen what you can do one handed."

Cocking his head at her, he smirked faintly. "Ya talkin' about my attempts to kill you, or what I can do over there?" he asked, jerking his head to the bed, his smirk growing. "Being Espada ain't based on skills in the sack. If it were, I know of four that never woulda made it in."

"Both I guess. I've never seen you fight, but I've seen the results. I think he's short changing you if he doesn't think you can still maintain that level of ability with one less limb." Rangiku fell silent, disturbed by her own words. She wasn't a very good warden trying to bolster the spirits of her prisoner. She supposed she just didn't like seeing others being treated unfairly because of one circumstance or another. It was something she'd dealt with all her life with Gin and continued to deal with regarding Hitsugaya. She always felt a need to stand up for the underdog even if that dog eventually bit her fingers off for trying.

"I'll get it back. Jus' as soon as he thinks I've learned whatever lesson he's trying to teach." Grimmjow squished the soap through his fingers a bit more, cleaning his chest, before finally setting it aside. "If not it's jus' a ****in' number. Like it was jus' an arm. Don't need either."

She simply nodded feeling it was best not to say anything else about it. Anything she said now would just be taken defensively, and she didn't want to get into any argument with him. Instead she opted to change the subject. "What's it like over there?"

She wasn't digging. He wasn't the most perceptive arrancar about very nuances about people, or little intricacies, but he knew that. She wasn't digging for information about Hueco Mundo. She was just changing the subject. Shrugging softly, he set the soap aside and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. Everything was now washed away, and he just needed to rinse, but after being with his own filth on his skin for a few days, he just wanted to soak a bit. "Not sure how to describe it really, it's the only home I've ever had. The landscape is harsh, unforgivin'. I'm sure you all know it's like a desert there."

It sounded like everything she'd heard. Quietly she moved to the edge of the tub and muttered a few words and the grimy water was replaced with fresh, steaming clean water. "I brought you a change of clothes. I'll take care of those dirty ones and bring them back." Fishing a black and gold robe she set it on the bed. "You have no idea what I had to do to get that. It used to belong to Aizen."

Quirking a brow, Grimmjow turned his head to glance over to the clothing she'd set on the bed. He'd honestly been expecting when she mentioned a change of clothes, the plain robe of a prisoner, or a shihakushou. Both of which he'd rather go naked than wear. "Kinda surprised all'a Aizen-sama's belongings ain't already been burned."

She shook her head. "They belong to the captain of the fifth division. Whoever takes the position will decide what to do. In the meantime, my division is handling the running of it. However getting things out of Aizen's quarters.. isn't easy."

The way she talked, it sounded as if the captain's quarters of the 5th division were in complete lock down. Since it sounded like there wasn't one currently, and from what he knew he doubted the vice captain was doing so well, it just might be. Soaking a bit longer, the arrancar finally pulled himself up out of the water and reached over for a towel as he got out of the tub. "Why go to such trouble."

Rangiku shrugged. "Your clothes needed washing and I didn't think you'd wear one of these or the usual prisoners' robe. Not that many men here fit your build. In fact there are only two and Aizen was one."

That still seemed like a lot of trouble to go through for a prisoner she half the time couldn't even stand, but Grimmjow didn't see a point in arguing it further. Though he'd go naked before wearing a prisoner's clothes or a damned shihakushou, he didn't really want to, not when there was a halfway decent set of clothes right there. Rubbing the towel over himself, he padded over to the bed and picked up the garment.

A strange sensation came over her. It wasn't merely a sensation, just a desire to be near him. The pants he managed well enough on his own, but she grabbed the robe before he could and helped him with it. Her hands hovered over his chest. She didn't feel like tying the robe just yet. Instead she busied herself with doing something about the empty sleeve.

His aqua brow quirked up as she helped him dress and tied the end of the sleeve, and he made no motions to tie the robe shut himself. He was just accustomed to being bare chested. Not sure what to say or how to thank her, or why she was even doing what she was doing, he nodded back to the window, more specifically the view from it of the white tower in the middle of Seireitei. "A lotta the buildings there resemble that design."

"Blinding white towers that you can see no matter where you are?" She looked out the window and let her hands drop and hover near his waist. "I remember being envious of those who lived up close to them. How clean and pure it all seemed to someone like me whose daily life was surrounded in filth. Now that I'm inside it, living it, at times I feel like a prisoner, unable to be who I really am."

She wasn't a woman who often appeared lost. Every time he'd seen her, she'd seemed perfectly in control. Even with a hand around her neck, she'd fought back with one of the few things that could overpower him, even temporarily. But right now, staring out the window at the Senzaikyou, loosely hugging about her enemy, that was the only thing she appeared. "An' who are ya that ya can't be..." he murmured softly, pulling his gaze fully over to her.

Pulling her gaze away from the window, she looked up at him, a soft bitter smile on her lips. "I honestly don't know... All I know is that I never felt like this was where I belonged. I joined because of Gin. I stayed behind him every step of the way. Now I don't know where to go and nothing feels right anymore."

"Don't'cha got friends here or somethin'?"

"I do. It's just not the same though. It's as if I've been... tainted by Gin's betrayal and desertion. Some of them don't trust me anymore. Not that I blame them. Look at where I am?" Her gaze was soft and unsure as she looked at him. Sighing she looked down and away. "I don't trust myself either half the time."

The arrancar just held her gaze for a long moment, completely silent, before he dipped his head down to cover her lips with his. The kiss was almost awkward but heated instantly, his tongue invading her mouth as he dropped the towel and wrapped his arm about her waist. Why she was here with him, was a good question. But he was glad that she was.

Was this why she was here? No, he wasn't kissing with intent to seduce her. The heat was there but not the desire to. She couldn't figure out why she was being kissed like this, but she welcomed it and clung to him as a woman clung to a man. As crazy as it was to believe, this she understood.

The intent to seduce might not have been there, but that hardly meant Grimmjow was going to whisper butterfly kisses across her lips and speak softly and sweetly little nothings into her ear. Hell no. His arm stayed loosely about her waist, hand idle, only for a bit, before creeping down to cup her backside and tug her closer against him.

She pressed herself to him with a groan. Her hands slid up the opening of the jacket, fingers curling into it, tugging him closer. Except for the occasional bumping of his mask against her cheek, it was quite an enjoyable kiss and somewhat soothing in her overly emotional state. It grounded her and made her feel real. Not at all like the princess he accused her of but the dirty little urchin who had clawed her way to the gates of the academy selling bits of her soul along the way.

Keeping his possessive grip on her body, Grimmjow took a step over and then turned to sit down on the edge of the bed. He took her along with him, his hand squeezing her backside tightly and yanking her down astride his leg. His hand groped at her ass as he leaned forward, letting the spill of her breasts out of her shihakushou rub against his chest.

The hard feel of his well-muscled leg between her legs was maddening. In fact, his entire body pressed against hers the way it was, was intoxicating. Rangiku could forget herself, forget her place easily. He was dangerous, but with each passing minute he held her in that kiss, she cared less about that danger.

Finally releasing the groping, squeezing hold on her backside, he dragged his hand up to her back along her spine to dig his fingers into her hair. Sitting on the bed, he started to lean back into it and drag her along with him but hesitated, staying seated. Though his eyes were currently closed, he knew. It was daylight outside, sunshine streaming in through that single window. It was weird, to be grinding slowly against her but not have the intent to **** her. It was weird to want to pull her down into the hard, flat prisoner's bed and screw her rabid.

There wasn't the cover of night to hide what they were doing. During the day, with all of the shinigami out and about, it was that much more possible for some shinigami to come down here and witness this, despite what she said about no one coming here without her permission. So if he wasn't aiming to end this between her thighs, why the hell was he still kissing her?

His hold on her hair tightened before he used it to pull her head back a bit from his and leaned away as well, breaking the kiss and glancing away.

She leaned forward as if to anticipate a change in their kiss, but when all she met was air, her eyes opened. Blinking, she tilted her head, "What is it? Why'd you stop?"

He just shrugged a shoulder softly, not sure himself, not knowing how to explain it and what he could explain he wasn't about to voice. "Jus' wanted to kiss ya. And I did."

"I see..." Her fingers toyed with his robe. It really was a good color on him. It made him seem... more powerful. Part of her wondered what he'd look like in a different black outfit, but squelched that thought immediately. "Anything you just want to do?"

The look that flit over her face made the arrancar raise a brow but he didn't question what was suddenly on her mind. Something about the way she looked at him made him think he really didn't want to know. "Nothin's comin' to mind... How 'bout you?"

She wanted to stay here and just touch and stare at him until neither one of them could stand it and needed to screw, but the daylight streaming through the barred window was a very strong leash on her desires. "I can think of plenty, but..." Slowly, she pillowed her breasts against his chest and sighed, staring lustfully up at him. "I have work..."

"'m sure ya do," he said gruffly, reaching up to adjust the collar of the dark garment he wore as her fingers played across the hem. Glancing over, his eyes fell on the pile of soiled clothing. "So how will it take for all'a that to be laundered and mended?"

"Not long. Tonight?" Rangiku's shoulder rolled as her hand smoothed down his chest admiring him in the robe. A longing sigh fell from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut. "Gods you look good in this..."

"Ain't all that different from what I usually wear... Jus' the color..." When her eyes drifted shut, her lips pouting with the soft sigh, it was all the arrancar could do to keep from just tossing her down on the bed and yanking her hakama down.

"It's more than that," Her voice trembled in a soft whisper thick with desire. She couldn't quiet explain it either other than without his uniform that marked him as her enemy, Grimmjow looked every inch a man who she could surrender fully to. That terrified her and that fear made her ache for him and made her curse him. Tipping her head up, she looked at him just gazing at his face, reminding herself that he was someone she couldn't have outside of this cell.

The way she was looking at him made him damn the daylight pouring in through the window, his resistance to touching her again breaking. What was the reason for it anyway? No one had come down here since she had that shinigami help drag in the tub. If anyone was to walk in here and catch him with his pants down and dick buried in her, what was the worst they could do? Whatever. Grimmjow wasn't the best planner of the arrancar. He was a doer, preferring action to sitting and contemplating things.

Shifting his leg to help her balance on his lap, a faint smirk curled his lips and he dragged his hand down her torso and tugged at the various ties of her hakama. "I know exactly whatcha like 'bout it..."

Her eyes widened just slightly as he worked her pants open and slid his hand inside, but she didn't care. He was doing exactly what she hoped he would but the uniform kept her from asking. Rangiku dropped her forehead on his shoulder with a shaky sigh and a soft whisper of "thank god," Tilting her hips closer to him, her lips found the hot pulsing vein of his neck. "And what is it I like about it?"

She was just as hot and slick as he'd hoped she'd be, that long kiss interrupted too early obviously having effected her just as much as it had him. The smirk turned more to a grin as he ran his fingers over her flesh, working his hand down between her legs with her hakama tugged down. His palm pressed against her, his entire hand teasing her, before finally pushing his fingers into her. "Ya know why... Ya don't look at me an' automatically see an enemy when I'm dressed like this."

"You're right, I don't." She left it at that deciding it wasn't wise to expand on the rest. Instead she focused on his fingers and their greedy demands upon her body. Her hips squirmed and rocked into them. Her breath was hot in his ear with moans and little squeals of delight and even her own greedy little requests for his fingers.

He just grinned but didn't say anything more. It was obvious she every so often looked at him, and wanted for him not to be her enemy. How or why, if she wished he'd come play for her wussy side or if she wanted to come play with Aizen's demons, hardly mattered. Things were as they were. Nothing would change that. So long as she continued being as hot for him as she was, he couldn't care less about how she saw him.

And hot for him she was, frankly she didn't care either as she writhed with ease in his lap bending to the will of his fingers. She tossed her head back, moaning freely and openly enjoying his attention. It was a far cry from the quiet murmurs of the night before, but it still wasn't as loud as it could be. However she made up with it with the lurid suggestions and demands she purred into his ear or against his lips.

With the rest of the division house awake and about, Grimmjow couldn't really find fault in her volume level. The soft hisses of breath and illustrious words she whispered against his ear was more than enough for him. That and the fast beat of his heart, the pound of blood through his temples, was all that he could hear. Leaning forward as she tossed her head back, he fastened his lips tight on her jugular, sucking hard at the pulsing vein in her throat as his fingers pushed harder into her. "C'mon," he growled softly against her throat, thumbing against her clit in between thrusts into her, "come a'ready..."

With a few hard bounces onto Grimmjow's hand she exploded with a hiss and low growl. She pitched forward, biting his shoulder to keep herself from screaming. As it subsided, Rangiku slumped against him breathless and temporarily satisfied. "What brought that on?"

His hand slid out of her hakama and arm draped about her waist as she leaned forward against him. The weight of her breasts against his chest heavy as she heaved with breath. He smirked softly, rolling a shoulder in a shrug and traced his damp fingers over the top curve of her backside through the cloth. "I gotta have a reason for takin' advantage of the new perks of our deal?" He shrugged again and glanced over at the window. "Gotta give ya reason anyway to stay a bit when ya bring my clothes back."

"As if I wasn't gonna..." She chuckled lightly and straightened. "I quite enjoy our arrangement. I wouldn't mind making it nightly."

He unlaced his arm from her waist as she straightened from the lean against him and the almost inadvertent hug. Dropping his hand to the mattress, he brought his eyes back to her and smirked faintly. "What happened to ya sayin' that ya weren't gonna come down here every night?"

"Changed my mind. Unless of course you don't want me to."

"Nah," he said quickly, a bit quickly for his own tastes but whatever. Other than her, there really wasn't much to do in this damn place. "Nightly wouldn't be bad."

She grinned and stood up. "Good. I'll see you tonight then." Dropping to give him another kiss, she made her way over to the cell door. At that moment her demeanor changed to one of authority and power. She collected his discarded clothing and tucked them into her sleeve. When the cell door opened and two attendants carried the tub away, she closed the door behind her and realized belatedly she hadn't shackled him before leaving.

Once the woman left the cell, the arrancar flopped out on the bed and lay non responsive to anything the shinigami who entered might say or do. They said and did nothing. Fine with him. Once they were gone and the cell was locked again he stood up from the bed and walked toward the window. As he passed the chain and shackle laying unused on the floor, he quietly skidded it under the bed with his foot. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Right. Worked for him.

That taken care of, the arrancar slowly walked over to the window to stare out at the rising tower of Senzaikyou, but more important in his eyes, the broken arbor of Soukyoku. As he gazed out at the white city, he smoothed the material of the haori over his chest. Aizen's clothing, huh? So he wore this when he was here, when not in his captain's attire. When in his private quarters, plotting the things that led to Grimmjow's own rebirth.

Though the arrancar all knew that Aizen had been here, in Seireitei among the shinigami, they didn't think about it much. It seemed unreal. The one time Grimmjow had said as such, Aizen had just smiled and said it had been unreal to him as well.

Leaning against the window to see more of Seireitei, Grimmjow shifted to lean his chin on his hand and instantly all thoughts of Aizen and Seireitei vanished from his mind. Her scent was still on his fingers... That heady scent of seduction and surrender.... She might be his jailer, but in that moment, she hadn't seen him as her enemy. She'd completely surrendered to him.

A growling purr echoed in the back of his throat as he pressed his hand against his lips, eyes falling shut. She smelled good. Just the lingering scent of her on his fingers was enough to bring him back to full hardness, his arousal fading slowly as minutes ticked by and nothing was done to appease it after she left. But now it was back in full force, demanding some relief.

It wasn't relief that would wait the hours until she returned. Well he was hardly completely dependent on her. He could take care of himself, it was just so much sweeter when she saw to his needs.

Turning away from the window, he made his way back to the bed and sprawled out on it, pushing the pants down to expose his erection to the air in the room. Growling softly, he rolled to press his stomach against the bed and rolled his hips against the bed, for once its stiffness and lack of much give having a use other than putting a crick in his back when he slept. Grinding against the bed, he pressed his hand back against his mouth and sucked at his fingers, licking her taste from them and biting at them.

It was a shinigami's touch he imagined as he finally pulled his hand from his mouth and dropped it to his erection, and it was that same shinigami's name he muttered when he came.

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CHAPTER V

As was becoming a welcome evening ritual, Rangiku arrived as Seireitei drifted into the silence of slumber. Only this evening she hadn't had time to change before coming to see him.

It had been a long day spent mostly on a frivolous errand. The cleaning and repair of Grimmjow's uniform. The jacket had been hopeless and her only recourse had been to pinch a yard or two of fabric before it was dyed and cut into shinigami robes. It had been hard work, but between rounds of paperwork, Rangiku spent her usual nap time in her room piecing together the outfit. The pants had simply needed cleaning and some minor repair. However she'd managed it, and was still quite pleased with her efforts.

She stepped into the arrancar's cell with his clothing tucked under her arm and, as usual, two jugs of sake. Smiling lightly, she gave him a hot and hungry stare as she looked at him lounged on the cot. "Hey, there."

Cracking an eye open, fully awake from his light doze as soon as her reiatsu presence was a near tangible force and approaching his cell, Grimmjow smirked at the woman and slowly pushed himself up to sit. Waiting until she'd set the bottles of sake aside, he snaked his hand out to lock it about her wrist and yanked her down onto the bed, his own body cushioning the fall against the hard bed. "That time a'ready? Didn't seem ta be that late a'ready."

It was with a playful little girlish giggle that Rangiku fell onto the bed with Grimmjow. Realizing the silliness of the sound, she smoothed her face and merely arched a haughty brow. "Has someone been waiting long for me?"

He shrugged softly, keeping his hand locked on her wrist. "Were ya gone that long? Didn't notice." Smirking at her, he used the hold to tug her face down to his.

It was incredibly easy to fall into his kiss. At the moment she wanted nothing more but knew that wouldn't last much longer. His lips were as greedy as hers, always demanding what she was always willing to give. Rangiku purred and writhed against him, the cover of night making her bold despite the clothing she wore. She was free for now and she was going to behave such.

Though his earlier lust had been slaked by his own hand, the taste of her on his fingers, lapped at and sucked away, had just made him hungry for her. And now that she was here, he wasn't wasting a moment. His tongue plunged into her mouth deeper with each moment of the kiss, arm shifting to go about her waist and twist them to lay out on their sides so his leg could wedge between hers.

What was it about this man that just twisted her up into explosive knots of desire. She rolled with him and instantly made room for his leg. She rubbed herself against it, relishing in the mounting passion that was she was becoming so accustomed to. Rangiku still maintained he looked utterly scrumptious in the new duds, but he looked even better without them as her greedy hands started pushing the fabric away, needing to feel his hot skin under her palm.

His shoulder rolled and he pulled his arm from her to help with getting the long sleeved garment off, finally finding one good thing about missing his other limb. Once he tugged his hand free of the garment, it easily slid off his shoulders and pooled around him on the bed. That done, Grimmjow quickly moved his hand back to run over her body, dragging his fingers down the curving lines but not yet tugging at the material of her shihakushou to remove it.

Her hand wasted no time in reacquainting itself with his body. As was becoming habit, her thoughts had been of him all day and now she needed the feel of him to remind her what she'd been missing all day. This bold, powerful, heat that threatened to consume her. All that was missing was his touch on her.

He gave a slight hiss as her nails rasped over his flesh and he shifted against her, breaking the kiss to let his teeth attack her throat, the edge of his mask grating her flesh when his teeth weren't. Squeezing the still clothed round of her breast, he drew his hand again to continue what she started and soon enough after a few tugs at cloth, was laying naked beside her, his arm going around her waist again.

As if magnetically drawn, Rangiku's hand slid down his torso, caressing the hole in his abdomen before continuing lower. Her fingers combed through the crisp dark hair around his cock and gave it a tug. She clawed her nails against the tender flesh before palming his thick organ and pressing it cruelly against his body.

Another hiss fell from his lips and he pressed his face against her neck, squirming faintly and thrusting his hips against her touch to get any amount of contact he could with a few rolls of his hips. "You're supposed ta want to feel that all over your body, not up against my own," he said with a short growl, his hand coming around to fondle at her breast.

"Mmm, but I do..." She nipped at his jaw and ear, her hand continuing its rough rubbing and fondling of his dick. "Just waiting for you to tear my clothes of and **** me.&qu