Bite

Okay, everyone might be a tiny bit OOC. But I tried.

This will probably be completed in the next one or two chapters. When I first wrote this I was planning this complicated plot and getting the vizards involved (god, I love Kensei/Shuuhei XD), but then I got lazy and the story flowed in another direction. So, this will be kinda short, but I will probably write a longer story during the summer.

Anyways, things get a little hotter during this chapter so expect the M worthy material soon.

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Shuuhei is perched on a rock, observing the camp. He hasn't has any rest the past two weeks after he fought Jeagerjaques. Fighting, training, scouting. He is exhausted to his bones and yet he finds himself even more tired now when he's just sitting.

He needs to distract himself, or else he will end up thinking of that certain teal-haired arrancar.

He has been training for the sole purpose of defeating Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. The ex-Espada damaged his pride. Even though he healed the 6 several days before, he can still feel the sting. Just the thought of that smirking face makes his blood boil.

This isn't typical of him. He is supposed to be calm, cool, and collected. Now he's the complete opposite. He doesn't like the change, but he can't find it in himself to fight it.

He senses the reitsu of an arrancar and he is saved from his thoughts. He orders his men to guard the camp and heads to the source of the disturbance. Ever since his fight with Jeagerjaques, he heads into battle alone.

The arrancar is huge and Shuuhei can tell from just looking that it's strong. It roars and starts to blabber on about how it's going to tear him apart and other gruesome acts Shuuhei has heard millions of times before. The arrancar can keep boasting its strength, but that power won't be able to defeat Kazeshini's shikai.

Shuuhei releases Kazeshini and the battle is over quickly. He watches the blood stain the white sand a muddy red.

He still isn't used to fighting. He had fought countless battles, but he can't seem to enjoy it like the others. He has finally gotten used to releasing Kazeshini, however, he now feels empty while wielding his sword. He used to fight to protect those who were too afraid to fight. Now he doesn't even know what he is fighting for.

The split blood of the arrancar he just killed doesn't give him any satisfaction. He imagines what Jeagerjaques would look as a bloody heap on the ground and a disgusted chill runs through him. He wants to defeat Jeagerjaques, but not for the sake of killing him.

Why does he want to dominate Grimmjow Jeagerjaques?

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Grimmjow is bored. For the past two weeks he has been fighting lesser hollows to replenish his reitsu and help heal his wounds. He has to be at full strength. However, that got tiring very quickly. He is aching to challenge Hisagi again, but it doesn't feel like the right time. He'll wait until the Shinigami comes to him.

He thought about settling his grudge with Kurosaki in the meantime, but he can't risk getting killed just yet. His fight with Hisagi somehow took precedence over Kursosaki's. It doesn't matter really. He'll beat them both in the end.

He wonders what he'll do once he defeats Hisagi. The Shinigami will be a bloody mess. Some of his uniform may be ripped off, showing off the tanned wounded skin. He would be panting, those dark eyes narrowed and the tattoo across the bridge of his nose wrinkled from his face twisted in agony. He won't have any strength left. Maybe Grimmjow will lick the blood from his chest and neck. Nibble on his collar bone before he tears off the rest of the Shinigami's uniform. Grimmjow can imagine the shocked and panicked expression on Hisagi's face and he will drink it in while those groans of pain turn into gasps for more. He will memorize the contours of the Shinigami's muscles and lean body.

He isn't sure when his desires for Hisagi changed from a power struggle to sexual. Over the past several days, his imagination ran wild. He was never one to hold himself back, and his fantasies smoothly evolved into those passion-filled scenarios that kept him awake at night.

He wants Shuuhei Hisagi and at the moment it really doesn't matter whether the Shinigami wants him back.

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Shuuhei is tossing and turning in his tent and he wonders how long he has been trying to sleep. All he knows is that he should he getting out of the makeshift bed soon.

He isn't sure exactly how much time has passed since he vowed to get stronger and beat Jeagerjaques. He knows it has been more than a month and he has been training constantly. The hollow feeling of fighting without a purpose still eats a hole in his chest, but he doesn't allow himself a moment of rest. If he does, the emptiness of Hueco Mundo will tear him apart. Exterminate

This group has purged Los Noches and the surrounding areas. There are only a few straggling arrancar left. He will be going back to Seireitei soon. Back to his division, friends, and captain. His quarters and the pathways of the 9th division feel like an old memory. It will be strange, being in such a warm environment again. Being around laughter and comrades instead of the stark planes of Hueco Mundo. It will be difficult transitioning back into his old way of life, but he suspects that he will be able to live it better than before. His incompatibility with his new captain seems like a small problem compared to the stress of living in a place that wants to eat him alive. The memory of killing Tousen is inconsequential when he has to wonder how many arrancar he has to kill the next day. He will be home soon and maybe then he will be able to fully appreciate the warmth, his friends, and new captain. He wonders how he forgot the beauty of life before now.

He is leaving Hueco Mundo, but not before he defeats Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

He may not know why he has the overwhelming urge to defeat the ex-Espada, but he can't deny it. He wants to wipe that condescending smirk off the arrancar's face. He wants to have Jeagerjaques exhausted and submissive at his feet. Entirely at his mercy. That strong body will be rising and falling with every heavy breath. Those blue eyes will be glazed over and staring at him pleading.

Shuuhei snaps his eyes open. Where were his thoughts headed? He is starting to realize what he wants from Jeagerjaques, and he is afraid for his sanity. He is afraid for many things, but above all he is afraid to lose.

He stands up. At this point, he isn't going to get any sleep. Too distracted. Too overwhelmed.

He calls out that he's going out to scout the area and leaves the camp. He has to clear his head.

He runs as hard as he can. His reitsu is flowing around him like crazy and he vaguely feels surprise when no hollows attack him. It doesn't matter, though. Every thump of his heart sends him into a high and every step gives him more speed.

At first he thinks that he is hallucinating from the endorphins rushing through his blood. When the reitsu flowing around him gets stronger, he knows it is real. He stops running and his mind fogs up. The reitsu is making his skin tingle and his muscles tense. A part of him is frightened and another can't wait. Anticipation vs. dread. It is obvious which one if winning as he turns around and his heart leaps out of his chest.

Jeagerjaques is just standing there, but the sight breaks Shuuhei into a cold sweat. The muscled chest, shocking blue hair, and cheeky grin that used to annoy him all send his pulse sky rocketing. For a moment, he wants nothing more than to stand there and soak up the arrancar's essence.

The moment is over as quickly as the sensations hit him. What was he thinking? He hates this man. He wants to defeat him. Dominate him. Prove that he's stronger. Prove that he's worthy.

Worthy…worthy enough to put his mark of Jeagerjaques.

All his disconnected thoughts stop.

It's true that he wants to regain his lost pride and show Jeagerjaques who'd boss. However, his thoughts before might have been clouded from his anger. In reality, he is more upset that Jeagerjaques thinks of him as a toy than the fact that he was defeated. He wants respect. He wants Jeagerjaques to see him as an equal. It's illogical. Stupid. At the moment, though, to show the arrancar just how strong he is.

He feels like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Does it really matter?

He realizes then that it doesn't. Right now this is what he wants. He is always thinking about the future. What will happen if he does this instead of that. He's tired of it. The rush of emotions he's experiencing may be making him irrational and out-of-character, but he doesn't care.

He looks at Grimmjow and the arrancar grins down at him. He wants to overwhelm Grimmjow and be overwhelmed by him. He wonders what Grimmjow wants and by the fire raging in the arrancar's eyes, he wants the exact same thing.

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Grimmjow wasn't planning to meet the Shinigami again so soon. But Hisagi appeared out of nowhere. His black uniform is loose and almost falling off one shoulder. His cheeks flushed and eyes glazing over with desire.

His own body is starting to heat up and his stomach clenches just from looking at Hisagi panting and wanting. He isn't sure where that passion came from and from the confused expression on Hisagi's face, the kid doesn't know either.

He smirks while running his gaze over Hisagi's body. He watches as the confusion leaves the Shinigami's gaze. He can hardly reel in his excitement.

They both want it. He is suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to run his hands over Hisagi's body. Pull the lean body close and breath in the scent of that sweaty black hair. Pin Shuuhei between himself and the sand. Feel the hard muscles quiver beneath his and the body heat and reitsu envelope his senses.

Shuuhei probably will not like the part where Grimmjow thrusts into him, making them both moan. Though, he can bet that Shuuhei won't care by the end. Heat pools in his groin and he has the feeling that their final fight won't be with zanpakuto.