Bleach; Grimmjaw Jagger Jack/Urquiola
Title: Worth It 1/5
Author: shinigamikender
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Jealousy
Length: 355
He knew he fucked Aizen-sama. Heck, it wasn't that big of a deal. Hell, he already had figured he did. Urquiola was enough of a goddamn suck-up as it was, it wasn't a far cry to imagine he really was sucking something up. But it bugged him.
Well, fuck, thinking about it didn't bug him. The idea of his brother down on his knees was pretty fuckin' hot. And the idea of the little ass riding even someone like their master wasn't half that bad either. Fuck, he'd jerk off to it if he didn't have the sinking suspicion that maybe the little ass would walk in on him during it. And maybe he didn't even mind that now that he really thought about it. As long as the little ass didn't think it was him he was thinkin' about (but really was him thinkin' it was Tousen or that shit Di Roy any better?).
But the kicker wasn't the fact that Urquiola was bein' screwed by 'daddy'. The kicker wasn't that he got down on his knees and sucked him off fuck knows how many times. The kicker was that the little shit enjoyed it. The smug look in those dead green eyes was what sunk any jerk-off-ability out of the matter.
Because Urquiola really did think that fuckin' that bastard made him somehow better. Because Urquiola didn't give a shit what others thought. And because there was no way to show that little ass just how wrong he was, because not only was the suck up in Aizen-sama's good favor (and why wouldn't he be? the little shit was doing a pretty good job of attractin' it), but he could also hold his own in a fight and Grimmjaw sure as hell wasn't about to go testin' just how well he could. But the more he stewed on it, he wasn't sure that wasn't half a bad idea.
In fact, it was a pretty damn good idea when he thought long and pretty fuckin' hard on it. Because, y'know what? Seein' that little ass beg for mercy would be damn well worth it.
Author: shinigamikender
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Jealousy
Length: 355
He knew he fucked Aizen-sama. Heck, it wasn't that big of a deal. Hell, he already had figured he did. Urquiola was enough of a goddamn suck-up as it was, it wasn't a far cry to imagine he really was sucking something up. But it bugged him.
Well, fuck, thinking about it didn't bug him. The idea of his brother down on his knees was pretty fuckin' hot. And the idea of the little ass riding even someone like their master wasn't half that bad either. Fuck, he'd jerk off to it if he didn't have the sinking suspicion that maybe the little ass would walk in on him during it. And maybe he didn't even mind that now that he really thought about it. As long as the little ass didn't think it was him he was thinkin' about (but really was him thinkin' it was Tousen or that shit Di Roy any better?).
But the kicker wasn't the fact that Urquiola was bein' screwed by 'daddy'. The kicker wasn't that he got down on his knees and sucked him off fuck knows how many times. The kicker was that the little shit enjoyed it. The smug look in those dead green eyes was what sunk any jerk-off-ability out of the matter.
Because Urquiola really did think that fuckin' that bastard made him somehow better. Because Urquiola didn't give a shit what others thought. And because there was no way to show that little ass just how wrong he was, because not only was the suck up in Aizen-sama's good favor (and why wouldn't he be? the little shit was doing a pretty good job of attractin' it), but he could also hold his own in a fight and Grimmjaw sure as hell wasn't about to go testin' just how well he could. But the more he stewed on it, he wasn't sure that wasn't half a bad idea.
In fact, it was a pretty damn good idea when he thought long and pretty fuckin' hard on it. Because, y'know what? Seein' that little ass beg for mercy would be damn well worth it.