Bleach Porn Story: Sink Into Me – Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Grimmjow awoke the next morning pleasantly surprised by his lack of hangover.

That don’t make sense given how much I had last night. Maybe I dreamed the whole thing…

He turned over to face the sunlight pouring through his window, only to hiss, clutch his head and let out a string of expletives.

Or jus’ a delayed fucken reaction. Ah, fuck. I need Ran’s hangover cure, stat.

Rolling out of bed and heading toward his kitchen, trying not to walk too loudly, he tried to recall the events of last night.

Let’s see… Found out tha’ my friends suck at giving advice. Che, not really that surprising. And then…

Those fuckers.

He scowled, only to wince at the pain the expression caused him.

I hope Maiko got their names, coz I’m gonna help Ulquiorra finish the job I started last night. Still, that explains the knuckles.

And they were impressively bruised and cut, too. His third one on his right hand looked particularly swollen, though they all ached.

Paperwork’s gonna be a bitch to do with these like they are. Might get Maiko to fix ’em. Kido’s her thing. Ok, so what happened after that…

The timeline of events was becoming disturbingly clear.

Shaolin showed up. The little bee actually walked me home. And I told her… I told her about those bastards and why punchin’ them was a damn good idea. And that I wasn’t just teasin’ her when I said she was pretty.

Shit.

Could be worse, I guess. Coulda told her that I actually kinda like her for real, for example, so at least I kept my mouth shut ’bout that. No point tellin’ her anything like that until I at least know she doesn’t still wanna kill me. I mean, I don’t think she does, but that ain’t somethin’ you wanna be unsure of. Pays to check with Bee.

An’ I didn’t kiss her. Wanted to, though. I don’t know how she knew about the fight and found us, but it must’ve woken her up. Her hair was just pulled back all messy ‘cept for those bits she keeps outta the braids and she’d ditched the haori. Looked ready to kill me, too. Fuck, maybe I’m just insane, but she looks hot when she’s pissed off with me, and she definitely looked hot last night.

She thanked me too, all quiet and sweet. Even smiled. Fuck, her smile. Surprised I didn’ just walk into the door. A smile like that an’ I kiss my train of thought goodbye… I gotta start makin’ her smile more.

Leaning against his kitchen counter, Grimmjow stared up at his clock and swore.

O’ course, bein’ three hours late ain’t gonna make it happen, and I really need food… And a shower. Definitely a shower. Smackin’ around idiots works up a bit of a sweat, apparently. Anyway, I’m already late, so I might as well get presentable. No one needs to smell me like this.

Fuck, I hope I didn’t smell like this last night.

xXx

While Soi Fon had not expected her lieutenant to be in bright and early the next day the fact that, three hours after he was supposed to start, he had still not made an appearance worried her. A little. There had been some worrying reports of hollow activity lately, and she’d been hoping to get a second opinion on them before presenting her findings to the Captain-Commander. However, it appeared that today was not going to be the day, and she was left to wonder where Grimmjow was.

Maybe he’s reverted to his lazy, good for nothing previous self. Maybe he’s hunting down the guys from last night. Maybe he’s getting his bruises looked at by someone from the Fourth. Maybe he’s choking on his own vomit. Hell, maybe he already arrived and is off being helpful…

Snorting, Soi Fon shook her head, only to look up as the young woman she had met last night (Miyako or Mika – something like that) knocked on her office doorframe. Frowning, Soi Fon stood up.

“Can I help you…”

“Third Seat Yukaya. Or Maiko, if you’re feeling informal. I was just wondering if Grimm was in. See, I usually heal his bruises when shit like this happens.”

When watching them interact the previous night, Soi Fon had wondered about the relationship between this woman and her lieutenant. They both seemed protective of one another and the use of a nickname made her wonder, as she scrutinised the willowy woman in front of her.

Well, she has almost a foot on me… Not that that matters. Kami, I’m not seriously looking at her as though she’s competition, am I?

Shit. I am.

Well, that’s not how it is. ‘Grimm’ is all hers. Still… it may be helpful to know just what their relationship is. Just for future reference when dealing with my lieutenant. After all, a captain should be aware of any developments in their subordinates’ lives.

Feigning nonchalance she didn’t seem to feel for some strange reason, Soi Fon replied, “He hasn’t arrived yet, Third Seat Yukaya. I would assume that last night’s events took their toll. But I’ll be sure to tell him that his… friend was here.” The insinuation was clear.

The woman in front of her, rather than acknowledging or denying the implications, simply rolled her eyes. “Why the hell does everyone think I’m straight?”

Dumbfounded, Soi Fon stared at her.

That… wasn’t the answer I expected.

“Seriously”, Maiko continued, “Do I give off straight person vibes, or something? Am I the anti-Yumichika? Hell, maybe this is why I can’t pick up.”

“Sorry”, Soi Fon began, wondering how to fix this up, “I didn’t – “

The other woman waved a hand, cutting her off. “Nah, it’s ok. I’m just starting to wonder if I need to make a sign. Take out an ad in the SWA newsletter, or something. But no, Grimm ain’t seeing anyone at the moment, which is a first. Why’d you want to know?”

“Idle curiosity. Wait, who said I wanted to know?” I walked into that one.

Maiko shrugged, a grin on her face. “Who, indeed? Anyway, I know it’s an imposition, but my lunch break ends soon, and I’m not gonna get to check on him.”

Soi Fon’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

“Nothing much. Just, if you’ve got the time, swing past Grimm’s quarters and make sure he’s still breathing. Who knows, you might even get him to come in and actually do some work. And, in return, I don’t tell Grimm that you were fishing for his relationship status.”

It wasn’t an imposition, that much Soi Fon could agree on. In fact, she’d already been considering the idea herself and, when combined with semi-blackmail… “Not a problem. I was going that way in a while as it was. Retrieving a wayward lieutenant won’t disrupt things too much.”

Maiko grinned at her. “Cheers. In that case, I won’t take up anymore of your time.” She turned to leave, but stopped, and looked back. “Look, this is probably really impertinent, but those rumours about you and Lady Yoruichi…?”

“Totally untrue.” Soi Fon wished that this was the first time she’d had to answer that question.

Maiko sighed as she turned away. “Figures. All the good ones are straight.”

xXx

Ten minutes later Soi Fon was flash-stepping across the Seireitei and into the officers’ district, a woman on a mission.

Of sorts.

I just need to make sure Jeagerjacques is still alive and not, say, drowning in his toilet. I will do this quickly, and ascertain whether he’s coming in today or not, so that I can figure out my schedule for the day accordingly. I will not linger, discuss any personal matters or dwell on anything that happened last night.

Even the part where he called me pretty.

For fuck’s sake, things were easier when he was actively trying to drive me insane. At least I knew how to deal with it – by taking my anger out on my lovely new punching bags. This is… unexpected. And very much unexplored territory.

Scowling to herself, she found the apartment she was looking for and walked toward the door.

I hate unexplored territory.

Knocking on his door, she stepped back, and waited for an answer.

There was none.

Soi Fon frowned. He’d definitely made it home last night, she’d seen to that, and he’d been in no position to handle leaving again. Even if he had somehow managed to, he wouldn’t have gotten far, and someone would have already reported to her that her lieutenant had been found passed out somewhere. He wasn’t avoiding work – he’d have visited the Seventh already and Maiko would not have needed to look for him. All the evidence pointed to the fact that he was inside. With the sigh of a woman who had far better things to do, Soi Fon knocked (pounded) on the door once more, before shrugging and turning the handle, her eyebrows raised when it swung open without resistance.

Idiot didn’t even remember to lock his door. Well, that just goes to show how drunk he was, doesn’t it? Certainly, too drunk to know what he was saying…

I can’t believe that disappoints me.

Shaking her head, she walked through his living room, feeling slightly surprised at the fact that it was fairly clean. She was so busy looking over the room that she completely missed the arrival of her lieutenant right behind her.

“If I’d known you were paying me a visit, Bee, I would have dressed up.”

Whirling on the spot to meet his gaze, she scowled once more upon recalling that the difference in their heights meant that she was only glaring at his chest. However, while her eyes usually drifted up instantly to his face, today, for some reason, they refused to budge.

This may or may not have been related to the fact the Grimmjow Jeagerjacques was currently not wearing a shirt.

Or pants, her mind supplied, far too gleefully. Though there is a towel…

Pity.

If she’d been able to summon a coherent thought, she would have slapped herself across the face for thinking like that. However, coherent thought was clearly not on the menu, as she drank in his lithe, muscled form, marred only by an ugly scar across his chest and a gaping hole in the centre of his stomach. He was slimmer, lighter than his aura of strength belied, but he was still powerfully built, and almost every inch of his body was defined muscle, from the washboard of his stomach, to his capable arms and his long legs…

Not that I’m looking. Much. Kami, he’s… too good looking, and he knows it. Damn it Shaolin, get yourself into some serious trouble, why don’t you?

It might have been a bad idea to keep staring, but she couldn’t seem to stop, watching as water dripped from his hair, down his high cheekbones and past his wicked grin, falling onto broad shoulders and trickling down his chest, trailing over hard muscle and smooth, tan skin until it reached the towel.

I need to be… professional. That’s the word. Yes, professional. I came here for a reason. A reason that isn’t watching water run over Grimmjow’s skin until it reaches parts of him that are obscured by towel.

Stupid towel.

I… need help.

It was late autumn, she knew this, and yet it all felt strangely warm in this room. Stifling in fact, to the point where it was difficult to breathe and she felt as though she was wearing too many… clothes? No, that couldn’t be right… Drawing in a shaky breath, she tore her eyes upward from the point his skin met the towel, to look him in the face, where she had originally intended to turn her gaze, and stopped.

His own eyes were burning with the same intensity she had seen that night in Death and the Strawberry, and the vivid blue gaze fixed upon her made her want to shiver. She inhaled once more, hoping for calm, but instead getting to smell his scent, exotic and alluring. This was not good. Soi Fon knew that what she was doing – ogling her lieutenant – was a bad idea. She knew that he’d been distracting enough clothed, and that fixing this image in her head was going to make working with him in the office hell. Somehow, she didn’t care that she was dooming herself to a lot of fantasizing about a man who annoyed her at best, and inspired unholy rage in her at worst. As far as she was concerned, she was going to enjoy the view while it lasted and deal with the consequences later.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Despite the fact that they’d actually gotten along last night, he’d expected to be yelled at for his no-show, either via hell butterfly or in person, so his little bee’s presence hadn’t surprised him. On the contrary, he’d felt her simmering, tightly coiled reiatsu as soon as she’d arrived, and had gotten his ass out of the shower and had made himself vaguely presentable (well, by his standards), in preparation for what he assumed would be a lengthy lecture and possibly a beating. Figuring a beating would be more fun, he’d gone for maximum irritation, and had snuck up behind her, knowing that she hated that he could actually do that to her. But then, instead of doling out some serious violence, Bee had just stared at him.

Which was unnatural, to say the least. Bee didn’t stare. Well, at least not at him. She glared at him, sure. Death stared, maybe. But this wasn’t a typical stare; her focused eyes and the corner of her lips twitching into what almost could be a smirk were familiar. No, this was a particular type of expression… And then it hit him. He’d seen this stare before; on Kenpachi looking at an opponent; on Yachiru looking at candy; on Rangiku looking at sake and on Maiko when she’d not so discreetly checked out Yoruichi Shihoun.

Shaolin wanted him.

He’d suspected ever since that night at the club that some of what he was – for want of a better word – feeling might actually be mutual, but the thrill of confirmation sang through his blood as he stared at her. Hell, the look on her face was even better than her pre-battle grin and, prior to this, he hadn’t thought she could look any sexier. But then, he mused as he took a step forward, Bee always seemed to surprise him.

Soi Fon’s eyes widened as she realised simultaneously that he was coming closer, that staring at Grimmjow Jeagerjacques had very probably ruined her for all other men, that she suddenly agreed with everything Yoruichi had said about them, and that she was seconds away from attempting to talk him out of the towel. Which wouldn’t be difficult, given how he was looking at her. The thought was heady and made her feel decidedly off-balance, but a nagging part of her was insisting that she needed to take a step back and figure out what the hell was happening here.

And so, reluctantly, she did.

He looked disappointed. “Now really, Bee, I coulda sworn you saw something you liked.”

She felt dizzy, which was just ridiculous. She was an assassin, and very used to heights and keeping her balance in precarious situations, neither of which were present here. Well, she amended as Grimmjow stepped closer once more, perhaps if she widened her definition of precarious situations…

“Something wrong, Shaolin?”

Unconsciously, she licked her lips. His gaze fixed on that movement, and she could have sworn his eyes got brighter.

“No. Nothing’s wrong. And I didn’t see anything.” Her voice didn’t seem to want to work, and the second part was not as convincing as it could have been if, for example, her eyes had managed to stay fixed on his face as she’d said it. Instead, she now found herself watching the path of yet another water droplet almost unconsciously, until he chuckled, and she snapped her eyes back to his face.

“Something amusing, Lieutenant?” Formalities were suddenly very comforting, even if they smacked of retreat.

“Just appreciating the spectacle of a certain someone in denial.” Deep and playful, his voice was making her feel even more light-headed, until what he had said sunk in.

“I am NOT in denial”, she growled.

His response was to chuckle again and point out, “I never said I meant you, Bee, but if you’re so sure the insinuation was aimed that way, then maybe you should reconsider the whole ‘not in denial’ thing.”

Cursing herself for briefly forgetting that, under the arrogance and attitude, was an arrancar who was far more intelligent than everyone supposed, and one of only two people in this world (and any other) that had the ability to make her feel completely wrong-footed. She was losing control of this situation rapidly, and it was starting to alarm her. Fortunately, she was saved from responding by her communicator going off. Frowning, she pulled it off her sash, her eyes widening as she read the message.

Grimmjow may not have been the most perceptive fellow, but he knew something was up if it had Bee looking like that. Temporarily shelving plans to ‘accidentally’ drop his towel to see if that got a reaction; he strode over, all business.

“What’s up?”

She looked up at him, her smoky eyes troubled. “There’s been an arrancar attack in the Rukongai. First district.”

He shrugged. “So a coupla’ evolved beasties got in? No big deal.”

She shook her head. “Not a couple. It was an organised attack.” Her frown deepened, the worry clear on her face. “Grimmjow, there hasn’t been an engagement like this since – “

“Since the war ended”, he finished for her, deciding to also shelve plans to celebrate the fact that she was calling him Grimmjow. “I know. Ok then, big deal.”

She nodded. “It’s over now, apparently it was intercepted before too many souls were lost. All the same, we should go investigate.” Striding toward his front door, she flung it open. “Let’s move.”

The sound of a throat clearing made her turn back to Grimmjow as he raised an eyebrow and indicated his current attire. Soi Fon blinked, momentarily distracted. He grinned. “Just so you know, Bee, we’re going to have to have a chat after this, you and I. Still, in the meantime, I’ll go put some clothes on, hmmm?”

Nodding in response (she didn’t trust herself to say yes), Soi Fon watched him go, trying to figure out how to postpone such a chat permanently.

xXx

Five minutes later, they touched down in what looked like a massive crater, filled with the charred remains of houses and souls. The scent of cero-burnt flesh was sickening, filling the air and, as it combined with the traces of the dark, ferocious spiritual pressure in the atmosphere, even Soi Fon felt a little unsettled, as she watched her fellow captains and their lieutenants take in the scene. Noting who was present, she raised an eyebrow when she spotted a familiar figure flashing her way.

“I could have sworn you weren’t getting involved in the Gotei 13 anymore”, Soi Fon called out, as Yoruichi stepped beside her.

Sighing, the other woman replied, “Shaolin, where are we?”

Frowning, she replied, “The first district, of course, but – “

Yoruichi cut her off, pointing northeast. “And what is about two miles that way?”

Soi Fon’s eyes widened. “Fuck. Shihoun land. The message said they got intercepted. You and the guard, I take it?”

The older woman nodded. “It was close, too. I’m just glad Kisuke and his team showed up when they did. As it is, we lost twelve.”

“How many arrancar were there?” Grimmjow had finally spoken up, his gaze still fixed on the destruction.

“Only ten, but they were strong. Certainly at least lieutenant level.” Yoruichi paused. “There’s also something else I think you should see.”

She walked off, leaving Soi Fon and Grimmjow to exchange glances, before Soi Fon shrugged and followed. Trailing her, Grimmjow frowned and poked her arm. She turned back to him, with an eyebrow raised. “What?”

His frown intensified. “Your pal, the Shihoun princess. She isn’t exactly easily shaken, is she?”

Soi Fon glanced at the woman leading them, noting the tense shoulders and clenched fists, before replying softly, “No. She isn’t.”

Grimmjow looked pensive, as he pulled on one of the spikes of hair that hung in his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So, very big deal?”

She nodded. “Very big deal.”

They continued to follow, passing the various bits of wreckage and Fourth division healing stations, before Yoruichi reached a sheet-covered figure. Clearing her throat, she looked up at both of them. “We were able to dispatch all of the arrancar, despite the casualties. However, we did notice that there was a clear leader on their side.”

The sheet was pulled back, revealing a very deceased blonde woman, the cruel cast to her features obvious even in death. It was not this that Soi Fon gasped at, though.

Tattooed on the arrancar’s cheek was a very familiar mark – a gothic six.

“No fucken way.” Grimmjow was stunned.

Soi Fon continued to stare at the body, before looking up at Yoruichi. “What does this mean?”

“I don’t know. The Hougyouku was destroyed, so no new hollows are being created, but I must admit, we never got a clear fix on just how big Aizen’s army was. It is entirely possible that what remains still poses a threat to us.” Yoruichi’s face was troubled.

“And someone’s leading them.” Grimmjow’s face was set in an expression that Soi Fon hadn’t seen before. “Someone’s training them and numbering them, ‘coz let’s face it, most of them are too dumb to do it themselves.” He motioned to the corpse in front of them. “This is a deliberate message. Whoever’s in charge wanted us to know what they’re doing. Why else send out someone so obviously marked? They coulda sent out someone stronger and actually had them come back, but they chose this.” Running a hand through his hair, he turned to the two women standing with him. “You ask me, this is a declaration of war. Or at least some intent.”

Yoruichi nodded. “That was what I figured, too. Anyway the Captain-Commander has ordered civilians off, and we don’t exactly see eye to eye so I’d better make myself scarce. Let me know what happens, Shaolin, because Kisuke never remembers to.”

Giving them both a brief, tense smile, she flashed out. Grimmjow turned to Soi Fon. “What now, Cap’n Bee?”

“Stop calling me that”, she muttered absent-mindedly. “Now, we go back to the office and do our jobs. The Captain-Commander will assign someone to investigate and, when we get the findings back, we can expect to be summoned to meet. Until then, there’s nothing we can do.”

“What about that talk we need to have, Shaolin?” His tone was no longer playful, and she could feel shiver at the intensity with which he stared at her.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, she responded, lying between her teeth. “We should probably get back to the division, though.”

A rueful smile appeared on his face. “Bee, we’re going to have this conversation eventually. But fine, we’ll play your way for now.” He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, his breath ghosting over her neck. “Only for now, though. Because patience may be a virtue, but it sure as hell ain’t one of mine.”

Trying to ignore her pounding heart, Soi Fon scoffed. “You actually have virtues?”

He leaned back, and grinned at her. “Bee, I look forward to the day you’re in a position to discover them. Any position will do.”

Flashing away before she could respond, Grimmjow caught a glimpse of an expression that combined aggravation with desire, and decided that today was a damn good day.

Soi Fon watched him go and wondered what the hell she was getting herself into.