Doomed From the Start

Notes: This is the sequel to “Vessel”. If you’re reading this collection, you PROBABLY already read it, but just in case you haven’t, do so now~! Also, Orihime is a little out of character, but I tried to make it reasonable as possible. :p

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Sanctified
Theme #34: Demon Master
By Renegade Raine

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“Heaven's just a rumor she'll dispel.
As she walks me through the nicest parts of hell.
I still dream of lips I never should have kissed.
Well she knows exactly what I can't resist.”

“Sanctified” – Nine Inch Nails

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He should have known to never submit to her will, but he did, and he was now sitting on a tiled floor, with his arms bound in front of him with chains. He had long given up trying to break free from the chains, as a device that restricted the use of his reiatsu was also crafted into the shackles. He had kicked, yelled, and crashed his own body into the wall in an attempt to get himself out, but the only reaction he could get was the cold response of someone asking him if he was ready to talk yet. Grimmjow would only sneer at them, before they would leave. Even if he truly despised that girl for getting him into this situation right now, he hated his Shinigami captors even more.

He had lost track of how much time he had been locked in the room, but he supposed he should have known that it was coming, after the time he spent with Orihime, fighting at her will, which was better than anything he had ever experienced. Even if he was only the sixth most powerful in the Espada, with the woman by his side, he was unstoppable.

Nnoitra and Ulquiorra had both faced Grimmjow individually, and although the two were ranked above him, he had defeated them easily as Orihime only healed the injuries he sustained during the battle. They had then gone through the rest of the Espada, as well as their Fraccion if they got in the way, staining the walls and floor with the carnage shed from battle.

Even if he was reluctant at first to follow the bidding of the woman who had trampled on his pride, the looks upon the faces of his former comrades as they realized that they would be defeated by an Espada ranked lower than them was well worth the effort. Even if the two combined decimated most who got in their way, Orihime showed signs of her former self, as she demanded that Wonderwice be spared. She was prepared to spare Tousen’s life as well, but when he proclaimed that letting her live would only lead to more bloodshed, she had no choice but to have Grimmjow kill him on her behalf.

They had then confronted Aizen, as Gin had either abandoned his side or just knew to escape. Even Grimmjow had seemed a little nervous as Aizen stepped down from his throne and released his spiritual power. Orihime, however, immediately sent Tsubaki over to erase his zanpakuto out of existence. Aizen looked surprised, but not shaken, as he still had his kidou to rely on. With Orihime shielding all of his attacks though, Aizen even resorted to trying to negotiate a partnership with the girl, which was denied as Orihime ordered Grimmjow to finish him off.

With the last of their foes defeated, the insane laughter of Grimmjow had echoed through the rooms while Orihime erased the few bloody remnants of Aizen’s corpse off the floor. After a while, his laughter died down and Grimmjow turned his head over to Orihime.

“So what the fuck do we do now?” Grimmjow asked.

“Someone needs to rule Hueco Mundo.” Orihime replied. “And I’ll be the one to do it.”

Even if he knew that she had promised he would be the superior male, that wasn’t enough for him at the moment. He didn’t want to be controlled by anyone, even if it was her who gave him the power to create the havoc he always dreamed of. It would be a waste though to get rid of her. However, there were ways that women could be controlled.

Quickly grabbing her and pushing her back against the wall, his mouth grazed over her lips. Her mouth parted and he grabbed the back of her hair as he kissed her hard. Noticing her body instinctively drawing closer to his, Grimmjow thought that he had her completely in his control. However, it was at this time when Orihime realized what he was trying to do, and she would not allow it. After all, there were ways that men could be controlled.

She placed a hand on his well-defined abs and slowly slid it down, squeezing her hand past his sash and gently rubbed against his cock. Even if he only paused for a second, it was enough time for Orihime to push him against another nearby wall. She then gripped his member and first pumped at a slow pace. At first, Grimmjow closed his eyes out of pleasure, but when he reached out to touch her, she knew it wasn’t enough. She sped her pace a little, causing Grimmjow to inhale sharply and grind himself against her hand. It still wasn’t enough though, as Orihime sped her pace even more. Grimmjow now audibly groaned as he threw his head back against the wall and felt himself slide down slowly, as his knees went weak.

As he looked at Orihime’s face with glazed eyes and a flushed expression, he didn’t even care anymore that she was in control of him. He only hoped that she would never stop. Granting him his unspoken plea, Orihime continued her rapid pace. Even if she was the one in control, she couldn’t help but feel a little turned on looking upon Grimmjow’s look of total ecstasy. Bringing her face close to his, she met his desperate lips as their tongues flickered against each other. After a few minutes of the combination of her kissing and pleasuring him, he had to pull his head away to groan. He then pushed his hips forward and grunted one last time as he released.

Orihime then slid her hand back out and glanced at the sticky substance for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Making her decision, she presented her hand in front of the man leaning against the wall. Getting the hint, he grabbed her wrist and removed the remnants of himself off her hand in one hard lick of his tongue.

Satisfied, Orihime took a few steps and waited for Grimmjow to regain his composure. Once he finally stood up straight, he looked down at the petite girl and knew that he would never be able to look at her the same way again. Originally, he had thought that she was a weak, vulnerable girl, but he knew that if a mere teenaged and seemingly inexperienced girl could sexually humiliate him, she was not someone he could control. Somehow though, that thought didn’t bother him too much.

“I’m sure you’ll want to change your clothes, so go ahead!” Orihime said with a slight smile, further humiliating him. “After that though, you can help me get some order in this place!”

She then turned and walked out of the room. Grimmjow only stood for a moment as his mind mulled over the recent events. Just the day before, he had been the Sexta Espada, following the orders of a man he hated with every fiber in his body. Now, in a very bizarre turn of events, he was now the alpha male, under the ruling of a teenaged girl. It was a little frightening that she could do things that drove him wild, without much effort on her part. Even she had a way of making him feel impotent, he still couldn’t wait to see what else she could do to him.

It didn’t matter though, as Soul Society finally invaded Hueco Mundo a couple of days later, not knowing that Orihime had taken control. Thinking that Aizen was still the one in charge, they were surprised to find nearly all of the Espada massacred in the halls. They then came across Grimmjow alone in a room, who was easily taken down as all Shinigami in the group teamed up to knock him out.

When Grimmjow gained conciseness, he tried to move his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light above him, but found that he couldn’t, as both of his arms were tied behind the hard chair he sat in. Realizing he was in the classic interrogation position, he violently struggled to get out, but stopped when it seemed like everything that he did only drained his strength faster.

“Now that you’ve realized that struggling is futile, perhaps you’d be willing to answer a few questions?” he heard a male’s voice say behind him. Grimmjow only snorted in response. “Very well, let’s get straight to the point then, shall we? Tell us where Aizen is hiding.”

Grimmjow blinked a couple times, but then realized that the Shinigami knew what he knew. Despite his situation, he grinned crookedly and tilted his head back with laughter. Oh, if they only knew the truth! It was so god damned funny, that he thought his sides would become sore with the hilarity of the situation. The person interrogating him, however, didn’t seemed as amused as he punched him on the side of the face without the skull remnant.

“I don’t see what is so god damned funny about the question, but I expect it to be answered now!” the interrogator spat out.

“Let’s just say he’s in…a very far away place.” Grimmjow grinned, wanting the Shinigami bastards to figure out the truth themselves. Grimmjow was again punched in the face.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?!” the man said in rage.

“Yes, I do.” Grimmjow responded, not bothered by the abuse. As expected, he was again hit across the face.

“Fine, I’ll just say that Gin Ichimaru recently turned himself into Soul Society and hinted that someone else may be on the rise to take over Hueco Mundo. Does he speak the truth?”

“Does anyone ever believe what that asshole says?” Grimmjow responded, noting to himself that Gin was a traitorous bastard after all. Apparently though, the creepy bastard and himself had one thing in common by wanting the Shinigami to figure out the real, bizarre story by themselves. Now the interrogator attempted to strangle Grimmjow, but was stopped by another person.

“The bastard’s not gonna talk, lock him up!” he demanded as he knocked Grimmjow out with one final punch.

When he woke up the second time, he found himself in his current situation. After struggling to get out to no avail, he sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. It was at that moment, when he resented Orihime the most. He didn’t care that his face stung from the brutal interrogation experience, or that his entire body was sore from trying to get out of the room. What pissed him off the most was that Orihime didn’t even try to save him when he had been ambushed. He didn’t know where the hell she was, but he was sure that she must have known that he was being attacked.

Perhaps he was just naïve to think that even if she had used him in every way possible, he was somebody important to her. It was ironic, as he had thought Orihime to be the naïve one, but a lot of things seemed screwed up these days. He would most likely die by the hands of the Shinigami, but he wasn’t going to give them the information they wanted like a cowardly bitch. Even if they took away his power and bound his hands in chains, he would kick, bite, or spit on them if any other bastard tried to get information out of him.

For now though, he could only lean back and try to forget how bored he was at that moment. He thought he had detected a large reiatsu, but ignored it, as he figured there were plenty of sources of reiatsu through Soul Society. He thought it strange that it was the only reiatsu he could detect, but he figured that probably just meant that the person was strong enough to patrol on his or her own.

It wasn’t until he finally looked up and saw Orihime looking down at him with a sympathetic look that he realized who it was. Grimmjow stared up at her for a few minutes, and then chuckled weakly.

“You bastards know me well, don’t you?” Grimmjow spoke. “But you can’t fool me, there’s no way that bitch would save me. You can take off that silly disguise. Besides, she was wearing different clothes last time I saw her anyways.”

“Grimmjow…it’s me.” Orihime said. Even if she had to put up a stronger façade in Hueco Mundo to control the Arrancar, she couldn’t help but feel sad as she looked at Grimmjow’s bruised face and listened to his hoarse voice. “You didn’t tell them anything about me, did you?”

“The Shinigami? As if I’d tell those fuckers anything.” Grimmjow replied, not meeting her gaze.

“Good, then you deserved this.” Orihime said as she put her hands out and healed every wound on his body. Even after that though, Grimmjow still didn’t want to look at her. “Is there something wrong, Grimmjow?”

“What am I to you? A fucking toy?” Grimmjow growled. “I’ve done everything that you asked, but when I’m attacked, you didn’t do a god damned thing!”

“I’m sorry…” Orihime muttered.

“If you were so god damned sorry, you would have done something!” Grimmjow hissed.

“Well, that’s the thing.” Orihime said with an embarrassed look. “You noticed I had different clothes, right? Well, I made a trip to my home to get my stuff, and when I got back, I found out that you were abducted.”

Grimmjow stared at her incredulously. He had gone through all of that so the bitch could get new clothes?! He sneered and looked away. He was still pissed off. Orihime noticed this, and sighed. She didn’t want to have to resort to it, but there was one way she could always use to control him.

“Since you endured so much, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” Orihime said. Getting his attention, Grimmjow raised his head and smirked.

“Alright, let me out of these chains then.” Grimmjow said, not wanting to pass up the chance to do all the things he dreamed of doing to her. Orihime, however, shook her head.

“Nope, you have to do it with the chains on.” Orihime said. “If you do a good enough job, maybe I’ll let you out.”

Grimmjow’s face fell flat. Of all the things she had ordered him to do, this was by far the most evil. Just when he was beginning to think that she was the girl he had originally thought her to be too!

“You can take your time too, since everyone’s distracted with a little something I set up.” Orihime spoke.

Grimmjow was even more dumbfounded. She had planned this?! She was truly worthy of becoming the leader of Hueco Mundo. Hell, she was probably worthy of leading the demons in Hell at this rate.

“So are you going to do it or not?” Orihime asked. Grimmjow gave her a weird look, but then got serious as he picked himself up and advanced toward her. He paused for a second before kissing her. After a couple of seconds, he pulled away from her mouth and ran his mouth down her neck. He briefly pulled away to examine the sweater she was wearing, which was blocking a lot of the skin he wanted access to. Normally, he would simply tear the garment off, grab her legs, and have his way with her. However, with his arms restrained, he had to be creative.

Leaning down, he put his mouth around the top button, clenched his teeth behind it, and jerked his head back fast enough to pull it out of place. Spitting the button onto the floor, he got down to his knees and did the same thing with the rest of her buttons. To his dismay though, he found that she was also wearing a bra, and there was no way he would be able to gnaw through that thing. There were other ways he could get around it though.

First, he used his teeth to move the sweater down her arms. Then biting down on one strap, he moved it down far enough to expose one breast to the cold air. Satisfied, he brought his face back up to suck briefly on the crook of her neck before moving down to her collarbone. He then moved his mouth down to her breast and licked across the tit briefly before latching his mouth around it. He suckled it first, but then used his tongue to move against it. Even if Orihime moaned a little, it wasn’t enough for her as she moved one hand under her bra to massage her other breast while Grimmjow continued to lavish her right breast.

Even if he could tell she was starting to enjoy what he was doing to her, it wasn’t enough. Finally moving his mouth from her tit, he licked a line down her stomach until he got to the waistline of her skirt. He looked around briefly and found the zipper on the side. Taking the zipper in his teeth, he brought it down and allowed the skirt to fall down her legs.

“Lie down.” He said, but when she remained standing, he jerked the chain that held his restraint, causing her to fall back on her rear. He grinned as she looked at him between her raised knees, not knowing her position was perfect for him. Arranging himself and the chain, he lied down and licked up her inner thigh, before putting his face between her legs. Using the friction of her cotton panties, he licked a hard line against her womanhood, causing her to lean her head against the floor. Grabbing onto an edge of the underwear, he pulled it down her legs. He then looked up at her lustful expression for a moment before putting his head down to take in her scent.

Finally, he ran his tongue against the length of her womanhood again before flicking his tongue against her clit, causing her to now moan loudly. Reaching her hand down, she threaded her fingers through his hair, gripping his head as he moved his tongue down to enter her. The corner of his lips twisted upwards as he felt her nails dig into his scalp. Still, he continued to move his tongue inside of her.

In the moment he had been waiting for, Grimmjow’s restraints were finally broken, and he was free to move his pants down far enough to free his erection. Pulling the panties completely off of her legs, he quickly settled himself between her legs and moved against her hastily. Grabbing his back to steady herself, Grimmjow didn’t even care that Orihime left scratch marks by his tattoo, as he was more concerned with getting her to her climax.

Despite all of his work though, Grimmjow was still the first to release. However, Orihime also climaxed shortly afterwards. The two remained on the floor for a while, as they listened to the sounds of combat outside. After a couple of minutes, Orihime attempted to move herself out from underneath him, getting Grimmjow’s attention as he pulled himself out of her and stood up to pull his pants back up. Orihime also stood up, as an orange light briefly surrounded her to restore her clothes to their previous condition. Opening a portal, Orihime turned around to him.

“Ready to go back?” she asked. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you do that again sometime.”

She then turned around and walked through, not waiting for Grimmjow to respond. Even if he knew that he would never be the one in control, Grimmjow was fine with that as he followed her. He was sure that most people still thought of her as a sweet and gentle fifteen year old, but he knew better. He might be a mere dog in her presence, but as long as he was his queen’s favorite pet, he would do whatever she wanted.

Because goddamn, that woman knew how to turn him on.




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Author’s Notes

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“Vessel” got a pretty good reaction for seme!Orihime, so I couldn’t help but do a sequel, since the idea of uke!Grimmjow is both awesome and strangely hot. XD

Musical influences for this oneshot were brought to you by: Nine Inch Nails (duh) and She Wants Revenge. :D