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<- Sweet Day
Grimmjow had been suspicious of the reasons why Aizen had allowed him to retake his position as sexta Espada, but he hadn't
questioned it. He didn't even think about it having a price. He was in power again and that was all he cared about. Thinking
back on it, he really should have known better.
His world had become grueling, eternal torture since that night, when it all began.
Aizen stepped into the doorway of Grimmjow's room and motioned for the female Arrancar with the sixth Espada to leave.
She did so hurriedly, blushing at the rather embarrassing interruption. Once she was gone, Aizen closed the door behind him
and leaned against the wall.
"What you did was inexcusable," he stated with a slight smirk.
Grimmjow's eyes widened as he went stiff in his half-reclined position on the large mattress. "What?" he demanded, sitting
up.
"However, I will excuse you, after you are punished," the Lord of Hueco Mundo continued, ignoring Grimmjow's question. He
surreptitiously locked the door before turning and flicking the light off. "After all, everything here comes with a price,
Grimmjow.”
Grimmjow shifted on his bed, unable to tell where his lord was in the inky blackness. "What kind of price?" he asked cautiously.
Aizen chuckled, sounding uncomfortably close on Grimmjow's left. "All you have to do is obey everything your lord says," was
his cryptic answer.
Grimmjow swallowed nervously as he felt Aizen's hand on his shoulder. "Wh-what do you want?" he asked, hating that his voice
sounded so hoarse.
He let out a yelp when Aizen's tongue slid along the shell of his ear, leaping out of his bed and grabbing the doorknob, only
to realize it was locked.
"Grimmjow." Aizen's voice wafted sternly to where he stood, fumbling with the doorknob. Grimmjow froze, waiting to hear Aizen's
order despite his frantic wish to escape. "Return to your prior position."
The sixth Espada felt a lead weight form in his stomach, realizing with some measure of shock that it was fear that
he was feeling. He was by no means an idiot. Bloodthirsty, maybe. Cruel, definitely. But not an idiot. He knew just what it
was that Aizen planned for his 'punishment', and he didn't like the idea one bit. So, rather than obey, he stood stock-still,
telling himself that he wasn't frozen in fear, but trying to think of the best way out of this.
Aizen sighed. "Don't make me angry, Grimmjow," he said, his reiatsu rising just enough to make Grimmjow unsteady on his feet.
"Why?" Grimmjow choked out, firmly chanting in his mind that he would find a way out of this. Somehow.
The King of Hueco Mundo chuckled. "Because you deserve to be punished, and I can think of no better way to do so," he replied,
amusement coloring his voice.
"I can," Grimmjow muttered under his breath, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Aizen's reiatsu increased, nearly sending the blue-haired Arrancar to his knees. "Oh, no. I want you to regret taking without
permission, Grimmjow. I want you to obey my every command without this stubborn streak of yours. I am going to enjoy breaking
you."
Grimmjow gulped. "I..." What? He what? What would he do about it? What could he say?
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing to say or do that would persuade Aizen to leave him be. He was trapped with no solution
or escape route. He was by no means as lucky as Kurosaki Ichigo always seemed to be. And he didn't have Aizen's favor the
way Kurosaki seemed to have, either. Closing his eyes and distantly noting that the darkness was complete even with them open,
he let his shoulders slump and waited for his 'lord' to pounce.
Aizen seemed to sense his surrender and chuckled. "Very good. Now, return to your prior position," he ordered.
With a nervous swallow, Grimmjow turned and obeyed, sitting back down on the bed only to find that Aizen had seated himself
sometime during their dialogue. He went rigid as the former Shinigami captain pushed him back on the bed before leaning over
him, his tongue once again trailing along Grimmjow's ear.
The sixth Espada could feel his heart slamming against his ribcage as he heard cloth rub against cloth. He soon realized what
it was when Aizen grabbed his arms and tied them together with his obi, then tied that to the bedpost. There was no turning
back and now Grimmjow was utterly and completely trapped.
Grimmjow closed his eyes again, trying to think of a way out of this. Something trickled down his cheek and his eyes seemed
to be burning, for some reason or another. Sweat, probably. It did seem unnaturally hot all of a sudden.
Before Grimmjow's thoughts could get far, however, Aizen had begun to remove the Espada's clothes, making quick work of the
process and toying with him the entire time. Somehow, being undressed while Aizen himself was dressed made it all the worse.
He felt almost vulnerable without his clothing on in front of the stronger man, and the emotion made his stomach churn. Oh,
how Grimmjow hated this bastard.
Grimmjow's thoughts stuttered to a stop and nearly failed to start again when Aizen suddenly gripped his cock. The traitorous
piece of him actually jerked in response. Grimmjow felt his face heat in shame, wanting to cry in agony, but refusing
to give Aizen such a satisfaction.
He was unable to continue his thought processes, a thinly veiled attempt at ignoring the situation, when Aizen started to
stroke him, fingers kneading and brushing against his flesh in all the right places. Once again, something trickled down his
cheek, even as he moaned, unable to keep from lifting his hips just the slightest bit. Not even Aizen's resulting chuckle
managed to pull him from the bliss such a sinful touch created.
"Not so bad, hm?" Aizen practically purred in his ear. Grimmjow could only gasp as Aizen's mouth wrapped around his
hard, painfully hard, cock, tongue flicking expertly over his aching tip.
Grimmjow was just starting to reach his climax when Aizen pulled away, tongue trailing up the side of Grimmjow's face. "Salt,"
he murmured in Grimmjow's ear, then chuckled cruelly. "How interesting. You moan and rise to my touch, yet you cry. I didn't
know you had such an ability, Grimmjow," he whispered darkly.
Grimmjow would have replied with a scathing remark if Aizen hadn't resumed his previous activities at just that moment. Damn,
the bastard was good at this.
He soon climaxed, then slackened, spent and exhausted. Cry? He'd cried? The shame was way too much. He was so deep in his
own hole of despair that he barely noticed when Aizen rose and exited. He left the Espada still tied to the bed post.
Grimmjow didn't even turn from where he stood at the window when the door opened. He didn't tense when Aizen stepped up behind
him and wrapped his arms around his waist, almost lovingly, though the Espada knew better. This was all an amusing game to
the bastard, and he was forced to play along.
"What are you thinking about, Grimmjow?" Aizen inquired softly, tongue running along the tendon in his Espada's neck.
"Nothin'," was his equally soft reply. He resisted the urge to lean out of his lord's touch and stood stock-still where he
was.
Before anything else could happen, however, a familiar voice rang through the room.
"Aizen taicho!" Gin called, stepping into the room. "We've got ourselves some toys tha' wan' in on the wonders of our home!"
he said cheerily.
Grimmjow debated on whether he should retch at the former shinigami's act, or thank his lucky stars that someone had decided
to invade.
Aizen stepped away, thankfully. "Really now? They must be searching for Orihime-chan, then."
"They are Kurosaki Ichigo, Ishida Uryuu, and Sado Yasutora," Ulquiorra announced blankly, stepping in to stand beside Gin.
Tosen stayed in the doorway, a knowing expression in sightless eyes.
"Well, gather the Espada in the meeting room and we will plan our welcoming party, in that case," Aizen murmured thoughtfully,
dismissing them.
Grimmjow started to wonder if Aizen would fuck him again anyway, but didn't ask just in case he'd forgotten. Not that Grimmjow
expected he had.
Aizen must have caught some expression in his eyes, because he smirked and started toward the door. "Not tonight, apparently.
Come, Grimmjow, we have a meeting to get to."
Grimmjow sighed, silently thankful for the short reprieve. He owed Kurosaki one, that was for sure.
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