Goshou- Chapter one
Title: Goshou (chapter 1)
Author: Meg
Paring/Characters: mentions of Renji/Ichigo, Grimmjaw/Ichigo, Aizen, Rukia, and Gin
Rating: R for this chapter, over all NC-17
Warning: SPOILERS LIKE HELLA BIG TIME. Don't read unless you are TOTALY up to date with Bleach (Manga chapter 270… totally IGNORE 271!!!)
Disclaimer: Don’t own Bleach. I never will. I do not want money from this (yes you do you LIAR) so don't try. Ps! I say Grimmjaw. Why? I’m Canadian.
Notes: I thank my lovely and moooost helpful Beta, kaphinated
“Seireitei”
That was the destination in which the two Arrankar were to go. Aizen had told them that just over three years ago. When asked “What’s with the delay?” he responded with “Now is not the right time.”
Grimmjaw didn’t really care about ‘right time’ he just wanted to go now. The Arrankar were not creatures of such status to let their enemy have a grievance time. It was kill, then kill again, and continue to kill until all that opposed were dead. Life, if you could call it that, up until now had been a bore. Between sleeping, sparring and lying around like a lazy dog, the only entertaining thing to do (and he did mean do) was the brat. Grimmjaw had found that the boy was a lot quieter now. That is, when he was in front of Aizen or any of the other Arrankar. Grimmjaw knew just how to make him loud, in fact he enjoyed that.
“Grimm”
Speak of the devil. “Oi, Bayo-chaaan.”
“Don’t call me that. How many times do I have to say that?”
“Many more. Ain’t it better then Ichigo?”
“No. They are the same.” The orange haired Espada walked past him and snorted. “Strawberry… what the hell? Where did you ever get that from?”
That was how it was. The first time Grimmjaw had called the guy by his human given name; he had stared at him and asked “Excuse me?” According to Aizen, Muerte would not remember his past life. There was no Kurosaki Ichigo, there was no Shinigami or Gotei 13. He wouldn’t even remember his family or friends. Sixteen years of his life had never happened. Grimmjaw was rather happy about that. It meant the teen could start out fresh, and on the right side, if there was one.
He followed the Espada back to his room, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. “Ya busy?”
“No. Rather, I came back here so I could get a rest. You know how it was.” He did. The new Espada would get tired after a while, even without sparring. Aizen said that it was from the strain on his human soul when he had transformed. It also could be that his hollow side was still trying to stay separate. The teen often seemed darker at some points.
Grimmjaw shrugged off the wall and walked closer to the being crawling onto his bed. “Wouldn’t you rather-.”
“I know what you’re going to say, and no. I’m too tired for that. Go play with your self if you need a release or something.”
He always said that. Grimmjaw would just frown and remind him that ‘no’ was not the correct answer. He kicked the bed a little and cleared his throat. “I don’t think I heard that right, retard. What were you saying?”
Now, the hollow knew better then to make Grimmjaw angry when he wants to fuck. That is a serious no no. The sex was NOT enjoyable in the least, and the mornings after was a bitch. The orange haired teen turned his head up and looked at the teal haired being, eyes fully of worry. “Grimm… please don’t. I don’t feel-.”
“I don’t give a shit about what you feel like doing at the moment. When it is ME and YOU, I hold the higher status. And I feel like fucking at the moment, and so that means YOU will bark and comply with my wishes.”
So much from not making him angry. The teal haired Arrankar dropped himself onto the bed, straddling the figure beneath him. He grabbed the teen’s hands and leaned down. “So, what do we say now?” Golden eyes looked away, and the body beneath the man sighed. “Woof…” The Sexta Espada grinned. “Cocky little bitch, aren’t ya?” He crushed their mouths together, teeth biting and scraping, tongue violating and intruding. The teem complied rather distastefully, opening his mouth to let the other in. Hands wandered and pried at clothing. Muerte could feel his jacket being ripped open and warm hands running across toned abs. They slid up and traced around the hole in the boy’s chest which made the teen under him gasp. “That’s… that’s sensitive.” Grimmjaw seemed to ignore as he kept tracing the circle, but he eventually mumbled “We’re all sensitive there. Ya just gotta know how to make it feel good.” His lips left the others swollen lips, and traveled down the teen’s neck. His hands, too, had left his chest and had ventured to the orange haired teen's hakama. They were quickly moving to the job of removing the sash from around his waist. The Cero Espada groaned as the clothing covering his erection was removed and firm hands grasped him. “Ahn, Grimm…” Fingers came probing near his mouth, and the teen took them in, sucking wantonly. Grimmjaw’s other hand was busy stroking the others erection. His mouth soon joined it, though, as he ran his tongue along the head. The teen maked a choking sound, and tried not to bite down on the fingers that he was still sucking on. The teal haired man licked down the side of the cock before taking him into his mouth and sucking gently. Muerte arched slightly, and Grimmjaw growled, sending vibrations through the teen’s body. He pulled his fingers from the warm mouth and positioned them before the puckered slit. The Espada slid one in, listening to the teen’s whimpers before sliding in the other, scissoring them to stretch him. The orange haired teen’s hands twisted their way into Grimmjaw’s teal hair and he moaned loudly. He arched again as one of the man’s fingers brushed against the teen’s prostate, letting Grimmjaw know the boy was close. He removed his mouth from the teen’s length and removed his hands from inside him, then positioned his cock at the boy’s entrance.
He gave the teen no warning as he thrusted into him. The ex-Shinigami gasped loudly and gripped the man’s soldiers. Grimmjaw neither let him adjust to the intrude, as he slid out then in again hard and fast. The teen scratched at the man’s back, arching into him and off the bed.
With each pound into the teen, Grimmjaw’s smirk grew. “Now -thrust- who -thrust- owns you?” The orange haired teen whimpered needingly. “You do- AH! Grimm-Grimmjaw sama.”
“And who -thrust- do you listen -thrust- to?”
“Only… only you, Grimmjaw sama.”
“And so -thrust- next time I ask you -thrust- to let me screw you -thrust- what will you say?”
Muerte felt his climax break, and he groaned a hearty yell. “YESS” he answered obediently.
Grimmjaw could feel himself getting closer, and continued to thrust into the teen until he ridden out his orgasm. He collapsed onto the teen, breathing heavily. Muerte’s eyes were closed as his breathing slowed, and he whimpered displeasingly as Grimmjaw removed himself from him. He lay next to the teen, allowing him to wrap his arms around him and snuggle into his chest. He sighed huffily, and petted the boy’s hair. “Mine”
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The two Arrankar were called into an assembly later on that day. The Cero Espada had been obediently following around the Sexta Espada after their little fucking session, and Grimmjaw was rather pleased about it. He liked being in control, even if the teen was suppose to be under Aizen’s command.
Aizen sat before them as the two walked into the hall. Seeing as none of the other Arrankar was in the room, Grimmjaw guessed it had to do with their mission to Seireitei. “It’s about fucking time” He thought. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sniffed.
“Welcome you two. I’m sure you know why I called?”
“We finally get to go on our fucking mission?”
Aizen smirked at Grimmjaw’s rudeness, but ignored him. He turned to face Muerte. “And you? Are you anxious to get out and about? I believe this will be your first time out of Hueco Mundo, right?”
The teen nodded. “That’s right, Aizen dono. I will be rather happy to get out and see what Seireitei is like. And…” His face showed some reminisce of a smirk. “I’m itching to bust some Shinigami asses.”
The ex-Shinigami captain laughed at this. “Well then. You had better get a move on, ne?”
A black rip opened put behind them, and the Espada turned and stepped through it. Aizen watched as the portal closed, and looked lightly to his left. “Gin… did you come to see them off?
“You know I didn’t.” The silver haired man rubbed the back of his head and sighed. “You know I never question your decisions…”
“Are you going to start?”
“Well… I’m not saying it won’t be fun to watch, but what if that trashy mutt makes him remember?”
Aizen closed his eyes. “Gin… why do you think I sent Grimmjaw?”
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Today was like any other day for the members of the Gotei 13. Things were running smoothly as usual, and they were blessed with beautiful weather for chance. Rukia had been making her way back from her brother office when she heard a voice.
“Wai-wait! Please don’t… take me instead!”
She sighed. This was also usual. She opened the door to the vice captains office and walked to the sleeping man behind it. Renji almost always had nightmares. And they were always the same… about that time.
“Oi… Renji..”
“Hurry up and finish me! You bastard! Don’t leave me like this!”
“Renji! Wake up and snap out of it!”
“Gin! You fucking bastard! You knew I lo-.”
-Slap- “Good God Renji… not so loud as for every one in Seireitei to hear you!”
The red haired Shinigami slumped back into his chair, rubbing his cheek. “Jeez… did ya hafta slap me? Couldn’t ya just yell at me er somethin’?”
The raven haired girl frowned. “I was yelling! You were just yelling louder.” She looked at his sad face and shifter uneasily in her spot. “Walk to go for a walk and talk about it?”
Renji stood, shuffling some papers on his desk. “You already know what that was about.” He looked at her and sighed. “But… I’ll take that walk…”
The two Shinigami left the office and headed down the walkway to the streets. From there, they headed in the direction of the 11th division’s headquarters. They talked a little, about things going on in Seireitei, and how Ichigo’s birthday would be coming up. Renji mentioned that he would be heading to the real world to visit with the teen’s family on that day, and asked Rukia to come. Rukia had nodded and had started to say “Of course” when they felt a weird shift in the ozone. The two stopped dead in their tracks as reality struck, and they turned.
“Where-?”
“I don’t see them but…”
Renji closed his eyes. Something about the spirit pressure felt familiar. “That one is there… Grimmjaw something-er-other… and…” He couldn’t put his finger on the other. It felt awfully familiar. Something inside him screamed “You SHOULD remember this!!” It was a rough spirit pressure, sharp edges, loud and omniscient. It was just like-
His eyes shot open wide and he bolted forward. He ignored Rukia’s pleases of “Wait!” and just ran fast towards that feeling. “It’s him. It has to be… tell me God that it’s him… please! Ichigo!”
He rounded a corner and stopped. In front of him with there backs turned was two figures. One, taller then the other had messy teal colored hair and a short jacket. The other….
It looked like him. His stature, his hair, his being was just him. He had traded in his black robes for white ones, but Renji didn’t notice. He didn’t care. He just knew that… he was here.
“Ichigo!”
The pair turned. Renji caught the teens face and blinked. “A mask? No… only markings? Why…” He looked at the other when he heard a chuckle.
“Ehh? So we end up meeting you first eh?” He nudges the orange haired figure. “You must be terribly lucky at the moment…. BAYO-Chan”
The teen snorted. “I told you not to call me that.” He looked at the Shinigami and tilted his head. “Only one of them? I thought you said this was going to be fun Grimm.” He nodded to Renji. “Well? You gunna tell me your name or what ever before I kill you?”
Renji looked taken back. “What? Don’t you remember me? I’m Renji… RENJI Ichigo! I’m your partner- your lover. You go and die and you forget me? Jeez Ichigo you really are-.”
“Oh for the lova- LOOK fucker. I am NOT Ichigo. What the hell is with you and this one?” He gestured to Grimmjaw. “I don’t know who the hell this Ichigo guy is… but he is not me. I am not your lover.” He took a step forward and grabbed his own collar and yanked it to the side, revealing a number tattooed to his neck. “Cero Espada… Muerte Bayo. That mean’s I’m you enemy, retard.” He rested a hand on his Zanpakutou and grinned. “So, can we get a move on with this fight?”
Renji’s heart was the only sound the Shinigami could hear. It sounded shallow and sad, and Renji felt rather weak in the knees. This man… this Espada was definitely Ichigo. But he… didn’t remember? And he wanted to… fight?
Rukia had appeared behind Renji, and was also staring at the Espada as if they were ghosts. “Ichi…go?”
The teen narrowed its eyes at the name. “Last time I will say this Shinigami.” He jabbed a thumb into his chest. “I. AM. NOT. ICHIGO. And the next person who says this name…” He lowered his glare and smirked maliciously. “Will be gutted and spat on.”
T.B.C