Bleach Porn Story: Sink Into Me

Chapter 5

It was a Friday night and, as usual, Death and the Strawberry was packed. With clientele that ranged from the unranked officers to the Captain-Commander himself, almost all of whom looked to be here, Yoruichi was feeling decidedly smug. Of course, she had plenty of other reasons to feel that same sense of accomplishment. For one thing, when she’d quoted the profit figures for the club to the Shihouns at a family gathering that morning, she’d had the pleasure of seeing their collective jaws drop. Somehow, she didn’t think they’d be complaining about her ‘sordid establishment’ anymore. In addition to this, she had also recently had the pleasure of catching Soi Fon in the act of admiring Grimmjow as he drilled several of the seated officers in swordplay. Despite constant protests to the effect that she was just “ensuring he was using correct techniques”, the blush that had arisen and Yoruichi’s own dirty mind put paid to that explanation. Besides, Yoruichi had examined a subordinate’s technique many times in her career as a captain, and she was pretty sure her eyes had never glazed over with lust the way Soi Fon’s had.

It was good to be right.

Now all she had to do was get her little bee to see the obvious. Talking about it had gotten nowhere; Soi Fon had pretty much covered her ears every time that Yoruichi had tried to bring up Grimmjow in conversation since her initial attempt. She’d found some interesting articles in one of Rangiku’s magazines about the concept of ‘hate sex’ and had left them on her little protégé’s desk, only have those same articles, now scrunched up into projectiles, thrown at her head when she had next paid a visit. Perhaps it was time for a more subtle approach…

Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?

Spotting a familiar head of blue hair at the bar, conversing with the barman as he picked up a beer, Yoruichi couldn’t help but grin. It was time to take some action. Warning her guard that she was slipping out, she descended the stairs from the second level, made her way through the crowd greeting various acquaintances, and finally made it to the door, instantly disappearing as she flashed out. Bounding over the rooftops, she made her way to the captain’s district, stopping at a very familiar door before pounding on it, yelling, “Oi, Shaolin! I need someone to drink with!”

An irate Soi Fon wrenched the door open. “Don’t call me that!”

She smiled sweetly in response. “I promise not to call you that tonight if you come out with me. Just a few drinks at my baby, that’s all it’ll take.”

The younger woman regarded her suspiciously. She did feel like kicking back a little, but… “Is that bastard Jeagerjacques there?”

“I didn’t see him when I left.” She’d made a conscious effort not to look his way when she’d walked out, just so she could answer that question truthfully.

Well, kind of truthfully.

Biting her lip, Soi Fon considered. Her book wasn’t engrossing her, and she needed something to keep her mind occupied. Lately she’d found it lingering on a most distasteful subject… Except she wasn’t finding it anywhere near as distasteful as she should have. For all that she claimed that she was watching Jeagerjacques like a hawk in order to prevent any transgressions, in reality she found herself watching him for an entirely different and very unprofessional set of reasons, a set of reasons that seemed to have a lot to do with his wicked smile, his vivid eyes and that damn body of his that looked far too good in his uniform.

Which is why I need to stop thinking about it. Damn Yoruichi and her ridiculous suggestions, damn my libido and damn Grimmjow Jeagerjacques for –

For what, exactly, another part of her brain queried. For being there? For being a jerk? For being attractive? For looking sexy in uniform?

For being Grimmjow Jeagerjacques, the first part of her brain finished, not quite as resolutely as it had started. Damn it, I need a distraction. Now.

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine, I’m in.”

Grabbing her arm, Yoruichi hauled her into her own house, heading straight for her bedroom. “What the – “

“Bee, you’re still in uniform, and I think you must have been sleeping on your hair before I got here, because it’s not looking its best. You’re getting cleaned up.”

“Thanks for the confidence boost”, Soi Fon muttered. “This urge to make me over has nothing to do with your recent unnatural interest in my sex life, does it?”

With a smile that was aiming for innocent, but ended up diabolical, Yoruichi replied, “Why ever would you think that?”

“No idea”, Soi Fon drawled, sighing. She knew all too well from experience that there was no fighting Yoruichi when she got like this. “Fine, do what you must.”

“That’s the spirit.” Yoruichi looked pensive as she considered her next move.

“When was the last time you took your hair out of those braids?”

xXx

“Are you gonna drink that or just continue attempting to commune with it telepathically?”

Looking up from his beer, Grimmjow rolled his eyes as Maiko took the seat next to him. “If you’re fishin’ for a free beer, ya shit outta luck. This fucker’s getting drunk.”

She shrugged with a grin. “I’ll live. Anyway, you looked awful introspective just then. Gonna enlighten me?”

“No time soon.” He scanned the rest of the bar carefully noting who was present. Maiko smiled. “She’s not here.”

Shaking his head, he replied, “O’ course she’s not, I didn’t think – ” Spotting the smug expression on Maiko’s face, he stopped, realising the trap he had fallen into. “Uh, who ain’t here, Maiko?”

“Nice save”, she muttered dryly. “Very convincing.”

“Fuck off. Fine, so she’s not here. Big freaken deal.”

“It clearly is, judging from how cranky you’re getting.”

“This ain’t cranky. This is ‘my friend is being an annoying little bitch’.”

She melodramatically gasped, placing a hand on her heart. “How could you? When I only have your best interests at heart, too.”

He snorted at that one. “The hell you do. You’re jus’ in it for the entertainment.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “A mere side benefit, I assure you.” Suddenly, her eyes fixed as she focussed on a point over his shoulder. Not wanting to fall for another trick, he scowled at her. “What now?”

Her smile widened. “Looks like I spoke too soon about your captain. She just walked in, and it looks as though she’s decided to let her hair down metaphorically and literally.”

Frowning in confusion, Grimmjow swivelled in his seat to look at the woman at the door.

His jaw dropped.

xXx

It was pretty much de rigueur to wear living world apparel to Death and the Strawberry. Yoruichi had made it a policy to refuse entry to anyone who didn’t, with the exception of Soi Fon who usually flatly refused, but tonight it appeared that she was making no exceptions. Soi Fon had given up arguing fairly early on in the evening, deciding that it would be better in the long run to just go with the flow. She had a few items she had kept from missions that required a gigai and, while they were fairly casual, she enjoyed wearing them. The black jeans and halter top were comfortingly similar to her uniform, if considerably tighter, but her favourite smuggled item was undoubtedly the pair of black stiletto heels. Her training as an assassin had given her an impeccable sense of balance, so she had never had a problem walking in them and, as far as she was concerned, anything that gave her a little extra height was to be welcomed with open arms. Unlike Captain Hitsugaya she would not be having a growth spurt anytime soon, so she’d take what help she could get.

It was her hair that was bothering her. Having been used to staying in braids so long, once let out her hair curled slightly and she wasn’t sure she liked it. It was also a good deal longer than she had realised, spilling over her back until it reached her waist. Still, Lady Yoruichi had insisted she looked great as she grabbed her by the arm and flashed back to the club, Soi Fon rolling her eyes and accepting that her mentor had a fairly obvious agenda.

Still, I wish she’d find a different project. Somehow I need to explain to her that my love life is entirely off limits, both to her and to my lieutenant, and that isn’t going to change soon.

In the mean time, however, a week’s worth of paperwork says that Jeagerjacques is in that club.

She sighed to herself as they reached their destination, Yoruichi opening the door for her. Stepping inside to be greeted by the press of dancing bodies and deafening music, she caught a glimpse of electric blue hair somewhere near the bar. She turned to Yoruichi, her eyebrows raised.

Her mentor immediately assumed a wide-eyed, innocent expression. “Well, isn’t that a surprise. He must have come in after I left.”

“I’m sure”, Soi Fon deadpanned, cursing the fact that she had been right yet again. Jeagerjacques, having somehow sensed her there, turned to stare directly at her, and she had the pleasure of watching him gape at her like an idiot.

Interesting. He seems to rather like what he sees.

The thought was not repulsing her as much as it should have. In fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect as he managed to get himself under control and aimed his trademark smirk at her instead. Determined not to back down, she stared back, raising her chin a notch, almost as if challenging him. His smirk widened and he winked at her, raising his beer in a salute. She turned away, following Yoruichi into the crowd and trying to ignore how breathless she felt.

This can’t be good.

xXx

“Recovered yet?” Maiko queried.

Snapping out of his trance and directing his focus toward her, he grinned. “You gotta admit, she looks damn good right now.”

“She does.” He looked at her suspiciously and she laughed. “Don’t worry, she’s not my type and I doubt I’m hers. Still, she should consider wearing her hair out like that more often, it makes her look softer and less intimidating. Then again, with her bone structure, she can do whatever she likes with it and look great.”

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck, Maiko? You been hanging around Yumichika again?”

“No!”

Grimmjow stared her down.

“Maybe… And Ran let me have some of her old copies of Cosmopolitan.”

He snorted. “Fucken lethal combo, right there.” He drained his beer and got up.

Maiko shook her head, laughing. “Do I even need to ask where you’re going, or should I just point her out now and save you some time?”

“The las’ one.”

Gesturing to her left, she indicated a bar on the other side of the dance floor.

“Go get ’em, Panther.”

xXx

“Don’t look now”, Yoruichi began, “but someone’s coming over to see you.”

“Someone with blue hair, perhaps?” Soi Fon sounded distinctly unimpressed.

“Could be”, Yoruichi smiled.

“Well, then I’ll be in the bathroom, won’t I?” Soi Fon swung herself off the barstool… and straight into someone’s arms.

“Careful there, Captain Bee. Wouldn’t want to trip in those shoes now, wouldya?”

The universe hates me.

She straightened up and attempted to step back, but his arms kept her firmly in place as he continued, “Bitchin’ shoes too. You actually make it all the way up to my chin now.”

“Unhand me. Now.” She was far too comfortable here. She’d attempted to brace herself with her hands as she fell and, as a result, she had ended up with her hands on his chest in an attempt to stay upright. His own arms had gone around her waist and his hands were now resting on her lower back. She knew she should be making some sort of effort to get free, but he felt so damn good under her hands, warmth and strength almost radiating from him where she touched.

This is… bad. Really, really bad. I’m supposed to want to smack him in the face for his impertinence, to pull away and scream at him for a good ten minutes. I’m not supposed to want to stay here. It just feels… Damn it, this is nothing. All this means is that Yoruichi has a point, and I need to get laid. Of course, Yoruichi also thinks he’s the solution.

That really shouldn’t sound tempting.

Alright Shaolin, it’s time to get out of this situation. Be icy and polite, thank him for his assistance and get the hell out. All you have to do is stop touching him…

Kami, he smells good.

“Now, why’d I want to let go, hmmm?” His voice had changed, still deep and playful but now huskier. Steeling herself, she looked up and into his eyes, her own widening when she saw that, rather than his typical playful smirk, he now looked far more serious than she had ever seen him. Swallowing nervously, she tried to work out what to do next as his smile returned.

“Tell you what, Shaolin. I’ll let you go, but on one condition.”

She wasn’t falling for this. “Name your condition first.”

The smirk widened. “Nothin’ too alarming. I just want a dance.”

She blinked. That is surprisingly… tame. For him, anyway. It’s still a terrible idea, though. He’d be far too close and smelling too good and –

And he’d be that anyway, if he refuses to let me go. Besides, it’s one dance. What can it hurt? I can live with that.

At least, I hope I can.

“Fine. Only one song, though. A short one. And if your hands even look like they’ll move below the waist, I’ll sever them. Are we clear?”

“Course we are, Captain Bee. Just so you know, you can put your hands on me wherever you choose. Now, shall we?”

Turning to Yoruichi was no help; the woman in question was currently fanning herself and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. There was nothing for it.

“Fine.” That was apparently all the invitation he needed, as he grabbed her hand and started to lead her through the crowd. Mute, she followed him trying to work out how their hands, despite quite a disparity in size, seemed to fit together perfectly. Suddenly, he stopped. “Here should do. Show me what you got.” He held out his arms expectantly as Soi Fon started.

I really should’ve considered this more…

She cleared her throat. “Look, Jeagerjacques – “

“Grimmjow”, he corrected. “After all, we ain’t captain and lieutenant here, are we, Shaolin?”

“Stop calling me that”, she growled.

He grinned in response. “I’ll make you a deal – you call me Grimmjow, and I won’t call you Shaolin the rest of the night. You in?”

“Very well”, she replied tersely.

His eyes danced. “So, what’s my name, then?”

“Grimmjow”, she snarled as his grin widened. “Look, the point is… I don’t dance.”

He frowned. “In the sense that you don’ know how, or in the ‘as bad as Captain Kyoraku’ meanin’ of the phrase?”

Her eyes narrowed. “The first. There hasn’t been much call for dancing in the past few years. And these days the dancing that goes on here is very… intimate.” She grimaced as her gaze roved over the gyrating couples on the dance floor. Living world dancing, unfortunately, had also made its way here.

He looked amused. “Fearin’ for ya virtue, Bee? After I promised to keep it above the waist?”

She could hear the start of a new song fading up.

I might as well get it over with. Yes, that’s my motivation. Nothing about getting to return to those arms or getting to inhale that scent again, that’s for sure. But damn, he smells good. I don’t know if that’s after shave or Panther-boy pheromones, but –

I need help. This is ludicrous! I’m thinking about Grimm – No, curse it, Jeagerjacques. His name is Jeagerjacques. He is my lieutenant and I am his captain. That is as far as this goes.

Shaking her head, she stepped into his arms, snaking her own around his neck and looking up at him defiantly. “Grimmjow, you had better dance with your mouth closed.”

She probably also should have forbidden him from using the smirk he aimed in her direction as he splayed his hands on her back and pulled her in until she was just short of pressing up against him. “Anything for you, Bee.”

As soon as they began to move, Soi Fon realised that picking this song had been a mistake. Somehow the bass, the woman’s lilting voice and the lyrics all came together to form an almost keening plea of want, and, while Grimmjow was keeping his hands above her waist, he was not keeping them still. One hand trailed through her unbound hair, the other was tracing shapes on the bare skin of her back and both of them were sending pleasurable shivers down her spine. Keeping her own hands resolutely where they were, she glared up at him and met his eyes only to realise that, despite his grin, the mocking playfulness that usually characterised his gaze was gone. In its place was something she couldn’t name, but it made his eyes burn so brightly she felt like she was smouldering under his gaze. One corner of his smile twitched as he observed her.

“Somethin’ wrong, Bee?”

Her glare intensified. “Keep your damn hands still.”

“I don’t think so. They’re above the waist, as agreed, but I didn’t hear ya state any other conditions. Besides, Bee, I’m playing nice. I gave you more space than most o’ my dance partners, after all.”

He had a point, she conceded, as she observed the other dancing couples. Hell, half the time you couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began. Still, the distance between them as the moved somehow only made it more intense where they touched, so she wasn’t sure which was worse. Still…

“Well, play nicer.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, but this is as nice as I get.” Whatever was in his eyes seemed to strengthen as he continued, “O’ course, we could try the reverse.” He pulled her in so that she was plastered against him. “I’m much more fun when I’m not playing nice, Bee.”

Somewhere along the line, her brain had short-circuited. At least, that was the excuse she was giving for the fact that she seemed to be incapable of moving right now. She couldn’t seem to breathe and, oddly enough, he looked as though he was having similar difficulties. Their faces were centimetres apart and one of his hands went up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing over her cheekbone. She felt her eyelids flutter closed.

This is just crazy. I’ll concede that Lady Yoruichi had a point about my sex life or, rather, lack thereof. I can put my behaviour tonight down to this. But why the hell does he seem to be effected? This is Grimmjow, here. As in ‘he who sleeps with many women and leaves me with the paperwork’.

Except, he hasn’t been doing that lately. He’s been –

Shaolin, the more sensible part of her brain chimed in, you are standing in the middle of a club, in the arms of Grimmjow Jeagerjacques who is, in all probability, about to kiss you.

HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY FUCKING INSANE ?

Her eyes snapped open and she jerked back, safely out of his arms. Grimmjow blinked back at her. “What the – “

“The song’s over, Jeagerjacques”, she pointed out, profoundly grateful for the excuse.

He glared at her. “I told ya, it’s Grimmjow.”

“I refuse to refer to you in such an unprofessional manner. It’s unbecoming in a captain of the Gotei 13.” When in doubt, revert to captain-mode. That was safe. Hopefully. “I’ll see you on Monday, Jeagerjacques.”

“Che, whatever.” She turned her back on him and strode back in the direction of her seat, only to see that Yoruichi had, apparently, not ceased the suggestive eyebrow wiggling and had since been joined by Kisuke, who was providing the fan to cool her off.

Their antics are the only reason the Jeagerjacques’ company seems so attractive right now, because it’s certainly not attractive any other time.

Well, he is, but his company… shouldn’t be. At all.

Maybe sometimes…He can be entertaining.

Kami, I am so fucked.

xXx

Grimmjow watched her go, a frown on his face as he tugged on a gelled forelock and tried to achieve something that vaguely resembled coherent thought. Having failed miserably, he shook his head, muttering to himself, “Why her, of all people?”

Stalking back toward Maiko and the bar, one thought finally made its way out of the muddle.

I am so fucked.