Serving the Servant

I’m pretty sure by now you all know I don’t own Bleach or anything affiliated with it. Aloha. :)

The small cell that held the orange haired girl was beyond gloomy. The girl sat with her back to the door staring at the wall as she fought back tears. She felt so alone in a place filled with dozens of people. Most of them hated her and wanted to kill her just for being alive. She pressed her lips together angrily; it was her fault she’d been too weak to protect herself. Here she was again waiting for Kurosaki-kun to rescue her. Her thoughts strayed to what Kurosaki and Rukia were probably doing at that moment. Maybe they were looking for her instead of kissing in his closet like she imagined. She uttered a frustrated groan and decided the wall was not so pleasant to look at after all. A loud gasp of shock resounded in the room when she saw the pale person standing in the doorway.

“Why is the princess crying? What’s got you all sad?” Fiery blue eyes gazed at her lustfully.

Orihime blushed furiously. “I was just thinking about my friends.”

“Your friends?” The Espada laughed. The sound resounded in the room so loudly that the girl smiled in response to it. He glared at her. “Your friends will die as soon as we get around to doing that. Especially that orange haired shit.”

Orihime interlocked her fingers and moved her toes nervously. Her eyes stared at her hands as she spoke, “You should not underestimate Kurosaki-kun again. Perhaps you will not be as lucky to get my help next time.”

His movement went well undetected by her eye; for when he grabbed a handful of her hair from behind, forcing her to look up into his snarling face, she’d thought he was still standing in front of the door. His blue eyes traveled over the wonderful structure of her face, down her neck and rested on her large chest. What a blessed girl. “Believe me, when I do kill him, I will be thinking of you and how you will weep over his corpse.” He laughed again.

Orihime grimaced as his grip on her hair tightened. Her eyes left his face to stare at the wall again. Shouldn’t she be receiving her dinner some time soon? She prayed the only person she could tolerate in that horrid place would show up and save her. Save her. The thought alone made her want to snort. But… no one aside from Grimmjow bothered to touch her when they knew. They knew. Orihime’s eyelids fluttered as she thought of how soft and warm Ulquiorra’s kisses and body were. Her face turned away from the lips that brushed her cheek. She made a sound in the back of her throat when she felt his hand squeeze her breast tightly.

“S-stop!” She yelled at him angrily.

Grimmjow laughed again. It wasn’t the same laugh as before; this laugh seemed to be filled with bitterness. He pushed her out of the chair with a malicious smile that widened when her forehead hit the cool concrete of the wall. His foot pressed into her neck heavily as he glared down at her. “You might be special to Aizen-sama, but you are nothing to me. Perhaps, you should not underestimate me or you won’t be as lucky to help me next time.” He kissed her roughly and laughed at the look of disgust on her face. His fingers trailed over her cheek down to her neck where he gently pulled the shirt of her uniform open. Who had come up with the bright idea that she was worthy of one of their uniforms anyway?

A feeling he had not known since he’d been alive surged in the pit of his stomach and slid to the organ between his thighs. He clamped a cold hand over her mouth and playfully licked at the semi hardened pink nipple of her right breast. He wanted to laugh at the hatred he read in her pretty little eyes, but his mouth felt better on her nipple, which had hardened in response to his tongue. He bit down on it hard until she screamed. He sucked at it playfully before pulling away and moving to the hardened nipple on the left. He was slightly disappointed her wouldn’t get to play with this one the way he had the first, but he enjoyed the little screams of protests she gave him each time he bit one of them. He stood from the crouching position he’d taken and quickly undid the zipper in the front of his pants. He rolled his eyes when she darted her gaze to the wall when his hardened penis appeared. His pants dropped to the floor. “Do it or I’ll kill you so that it looks like you died in your sleep.” He again suppressed the laughter trying to push its way up from his stomach.

Orihime pressed her lips together tightly in protest. If she screamed, no one would come because no one would probably hear her. A feeling of disgust and fear rose in the pit of her stomach. Her teeth dug into her lower lip as tears streaked down her face.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t serve Ulquiorra this way. Anyone with ears can hear you screaming when he visits.” Grimmjow chuckled. He moved closer to her so that his lower body was only an inch from her face. “I think I could make you scream louder. But we don’t want to move too fast so early, do we?” He tugged the end of her hair and shoved himself into her mouth when she opened it to protest the action. He laughed and slowly pulled himself out before shoving into her mouth as far as her tight throat would allow. He pressed a finger against the bruise on her forehead from when she had hit the wall. “Do it right or I’ll fuck you.” He really wasn’t going to fuck her. Not when he couldn’t stop thinking about how Ulquiorra would probably notice something like that. He chuckled. Fuck Ulquiorra. Whenever he decided this human was ready for him, he would ruin her that way as well. What made Ulquiorra so special that he had to get all the good things in life?

Orihime gagged. Her eyes shut tightly as Grimmjow forced himself further down her throat. She hummed to herself and felt the muscles in her throat relax so that it did not hurt to have him there. She marveled at how complacent he looked as he moved in and out of her mouth at a pace that would have annoyed a compliant sexual partner. Her teeth bit down into the tip of him. His eyes widened in surprise. The girl had made his heart and stomach tighten in a way no other female had ever done. He smiled when she bit into him harder than before. He wanted to hurt her, but he knew her lover would be beyond anger. He relished in the hot wetness of her mouth and how her tongue teased him whenever he was completely out of her mouth. He began to move faster, ignoring the small sounds of protests she made. He chuckled loudly as her eyes rimmed with tears. His fingers stroked her face until he felt his stomach tighten. He pressed his lips together to muffle a groan as he came in her mouth. Orihime frowned at the taste and promptly spit it in a cup sitting on the floor. The white liquid had left a tangy taste in her mouth.

“You sure don’t mind insulting me. I’m sure you always swallow for Ulquiorra.” He zipped his pants.

“It tasted horrible.” Orihime flinched when he turned to her angrily. She crawled towards the bed and pressed her face into the pillow. Hopefully, Ulquiorra would come long after Grimmjow was gone. She scooted closer to the wall when he walked up beside the bed.

His hand touched her hair softly. “See you tomorrow.”

Her forehead was healed when he arrived several minutes later with her tray in hand. He stood in front of the door with a blank expression and dead green eyes. His black hair was flatter than it usually was. He watched Orihime discreetly as she ate her dinner. Something was wrong.

“Are you ill?” His face seemed to keep itself from moving along with his monotone voice.

“N-no. I’m fine, Ulquiorra-san.”

“Why was Grimmjow here?”

“W-what?” She turned to him in surprise. The fork in her hand clanked on the tray loudly. “He wanted to thank me again for helping him.”

He knew she was lying; Grimmjow wouldn’t have even thanked his mother if he’d died and she’d given her life to bring him back. He stood behind her and placed a warm hand on her shoulder. His hands slowly moved until they caressed the curves of her cheeks. “You will tell me if anyone tries to hurt you.”

A small smile stretched her beautiful pink lips as she moved to look up into his eyes with her head bent back. Their lips met in a gentle kiss that warmed Orihime’s stomach. She blushed furiously before turning her attention back to the food in front of her. Her thoughts went back to what Grimmjow had said; she pressed her lips together and decided that her body wasn’t nearly worth as much as someone’s life, but if Ulquiorra caught Grimmjow on his own, that would be Grimmjow’s fault. Then, she thought as she chewed on a piece of bread with a large smile, then his death would be on his own hands.