I'm da one with da fuckin' dick. Ya're my bitch.

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

“ Do you even understand ?”

Renji’s question seemed so important to him. “Understand” was surely the keyword. But the Sexta was no liar. To a fault, perhaps. To the point the truth was utterly and blatantly spurted out, tactlessly, no matter how much it could hurt. Jaggerjack’s whole absence of complex feelings or emotions or thinking regarding what was said the last night came out brutally. Like the Panther would throw a punch. Unvoluntarily though.

“ Nah. I fuckin’ really don’t.

The blue haired espada’s words came out clearly. To him, just words ; to Renji, perhaps a lot more, a lot worse. Something even maybe like a sentence, like a cruel disillusionment. Square strong jaws snapped once angrily, before they clenched strongly. Incomprehension. Of the beast looking at the human and being like what the hell do you want from me, human ? The nightmare of being trapped between two worlds, an endless reality for Grimmjow now.

- Ain’t ‘bout what I want !!! Jaggerjack suddenly roared, unblinking cerulean eyes riveted to Renji’s face, scrutinizing him like a predator, head slightly lowered, attentive, like a dog freezing and about to just blow up and attack, a whole attitude that screamed confrontation and combat ; he was switching from a somewhat human attitude to an animalistic one, because in fact he was really confused about whatever was going on and why what was just words to him, spoken last night, would change everything and therefore, was getting defensive. Made it quite fuckin’ clear what I want ! I want like before ! N’ I fuckin’ swear if I had known sayin’ dis woulda affected everythin’ like dis, I woulda shove dose fuckin’ words down yer fuckin’ throat !!!” ♛

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

“ Why’d ya clean dat shit ? Seriously... Grimmjow groaned in his gruff morning voice, raucous and still a bit hoarse, because of his dry throat, standing tall, hovering over Renji still cleaning the carpet the espada had actually soiled horribly. C’me on... Sum’ blood, mud n’ dirty guts ain’t gonna kill yer precious carpet, he snickered like a taunting hyena, cerulean eyes glowing mischievously and, as he pronounced these words, pretty sure he knew it was a blatant lie and the carpet was perhaps even already doomed.

Sniffing a little, pearls of water dropping on his naked scarred chest and broad shoulders, the Sexta sat on the couch where they had fallen asleep. Clearly not going to lend a hand. He seemed masticating something for a good minute, probably trying to take out the debris of sinews or bones still stuck between his fangs. A real charmer right...

The whole time Renji was literally losing himself and digging more and more his own grave the blue-haired killer was just staring at him, with no expression at all on his beastly yet strangely handsome face. As if he was saying silently to the redhead “Good... Ya done ? ‘Cause I don’t give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout whateva ya sayin’.”

                                                      One Question, One Answer.

                                                May the ODDS be in your FAVOR.

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

The massive panther with one heavy sigh finally giving up the “fight”, surrendering to the small being, complying with his strange human requests of affection. Its reply to the gentle words would be one friendly lick, with that large rough tongue of his, across the redhead’s face, not covering him too much in sticky saliva like a dog’s tongue usually would. A way to also reassure instinctively Renji.

When able to move, the hunter jumped down the couch and started to roll over on the carpet, before frenetically doing it again and again, enjoying simply like the gigantic cat he was right not the friction against his dirty back. Abruptly, after some long seconds ruining the rug, the hollow eventually stopped this massacre and jumped onto his bloody paws to then make his way towards the bathroom, where Grimmjow reverted to this humanoid form he still hadn’t gotten quite used to to take a shower. Without asking the owner of the place beforehand of course. Being his usual douchebag egocentric self. Jaggerjack never took warm or hot showers ; he’d only use cold water. The droplets hitting his naked well-built and scarred form - so naked, so little hair, no fur on this weak skin - oh he hated it - this fresh water turning red as it leaked down his face, his torso and legs. 

Such a disgrace...

Getting out of the shower, after containing a punch of hardly internalized anger he wanted so badly to throw at the wall, Jaggerjack called Renji through the door he had just pushed, never bothering to lock it, intimacy not being a concept he really cared much about.

“ What ya gonna do today ?”

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

♛ Grimmjow wasn’t truly fully understanding or even appreciating typical human gestures and demonstrations of affection, such as this whole “petting” thing. When Renji would thrown his arms around him or even gently touch him. Especially putting his arms around him, his neck or whatever part of him. It still felt a bit like a shackle, but he had learned to accept it. To tolerate it. n his world actually, such an offensive gesture would be considered as a lack of respect, a blatant one, almost an attack. But, among humans, it was the absolute opposite. This, Jaggerjack had slowly learned it, integrated it too. 

Like a wild animal learning another code of another species. Like a wild animal being slowly and patiently domesticated, the Panther was learning how humans lived.

There were days it annoyed him to no end. Days he wanted to growl, groan and even sometimes bite. But he knew that “his” human or shinigami at least didn’t mean any harm. Quite the contrary. So the King would tolerate. And the King at other less grumpy times would even quiet down under the attentions.

There was something unique about the look of a beast, of an animal. Like their soul was crucially fundamentally different. And they could stare at you for hours and hours with that soul-piercing steady attentive stare, but in a glimpse of a fugitive instant, still see more than a human would in years.

The feline creature was looking at the shinigami, as dawn slowly illuminated the room, a new day starting, the world still turning. The hunter patient, not budging a muscle, not even stretching out like cats, even gigantic ones like him, would. He’d stare at Renji like he was looking at him through a window opening onto another world. With a very complex mix of apprehension, interest, fear, anger and attraction. 

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

Instead, the Pantera would live on the run.

Renji just had to count his stars the Sexta would return from time to time. What he ignored... was that, in the same way that the wind, the hunt, nature would call Grimmjow, the memory of the shinigami - once the wildest times, soaked in blood after a long hunt would be over - would call him to return home, to return by his sides. It was like a primal scream from the insides. No matter how long the road could be, he’d come back.

That night, Jaggerjack did hunt, did track down, kill and devour. But, at some point, he came across the place where it all begun. That curse that had changed him. The place where they had trapped and captured him to then transform him. Of course, the King hadn’t gone down quietly. Ready to fight for his freedom, ready to die for it, while totally unable to figure out what was happening all of a sudden and why these strangers were here, hurting him and trying to catch him. He never had asked for anything and he still remembered the burn of the magic ropes, the pain of the spells. And, above all, the massive and terrifying confusion he was in. With no idea of what they had in mind for him, what they were going to do to him.

They had brought him, drenched in his own blood but still resisting as much as he could, in a place where everything to him was foreign, a place a being like him should have never been within. Walls. Ceilings. A cage. It was a gigantic white cage. At the doors, he had given it one more fight, roaring and again trying to break free. In vain. They had tried to break him, to turn him into a docile pet. But deep down inside, the panther had never given up. 

Cerulean still animalistic eyes stared at clawed hands. Free, but not like before. Turning back into his panther form, his original form, which always gave him some comfort, he curled down on the sand to sleep, but he didn’t remain like this and quickly stood up on his four legs.

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

Grimmjow’s eyes rested for a brief second on the inebriated redhead, who clearly had indeed drunk enough for one night. And maybe a part of the next day to come. Hungover incoming surely.

Ya need to rest, dumbass. I need to run.

But how could he possibly run from himself ? From the body, the form he wanted to escape from ? Strangely, without him even fathoming it, there was some sort maybe of mental communion between him and Renji at this moment, for different, very different reasons. True to himself, the arrancar snickered after a short pause, large sharp canines flashing in the dim light, so pale compared to the darkening glance, after Abarai thanked him :

“ But I didn’t do anythin’. I gotta go too... the blue-haired hunter concluded, downing in one go his last drink, before standing up too. I’ll see ya tomorrow...” Grimmjow first said, more as a reflex, as a habit even, before his brain suddenly connected and realized that it was only a maybe, not a certitude.

The call of the wild was just stronger than anything. Whenever he’d go away, truth was the Sexta had no idea when he’d come back or if he’d ever come back at all. Renji had these times stood as some kind of anchor, a sentimental one.

An old saying used to say : “If you want something very, very badly, let it go free. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, it was never yours to begin.” 

Maybe Jaggerjack belonged to Renji in a way. Or he’d not be coming back over and over and over again. The most unpredictable beast needed to be trusted, had to be trusted, or it’d constantly flee.

Though, despite how carefree he appeared, Grimmjow couldn’t really ignore how anxious and worried and maybe even sad he was making the shinigami by disappearing like this for days, sometimes even weeks or months. Perhaps he prefered to turn a blind eye to it, since he couldn’t resist the thrill of the hunt, couldn’t repress the will to go.

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

Jaggerjack swallowed the strong alcohol the waitress, with another cheeky smile, had just served him. If the woman had been eyeing him all night long, the hollow on the other hand hadn’t paid any attention to her. Still, a part of his conflicted brain was telling him over and over that he’d never get more than this with people not from his world. The beast, roaming free the deserts, hunting, only sleeping, eating, shitting, killing, fucking once in a while, would never fit in this society, never be able to satisfy a human or a shinigami’s - almost the same in his animal eyes, same confusing emotions - expectations.

“ Nah I get da power thing... Ya know dat... But just not done dat way. Ya know... from where I come from... as an adjucha, dere’s one thing or two ya outta do to show yer dominance over sumeon’ but it doesn’t go dat far, the Sexta shrugged evasively, snorting, nostrils sniffing, shivering as new odors along a new customer invaded the room, his senses of smell, of hearing were constantly on alert, fully functioning.

That was how a wild animal lived in the wilderness. Permanently aware of his surroundings, never letting his guard down. Even as he turned to face Renji, after scanning the new person entering the bar, his senses were still analyzing everything around them. All this suffering, all this trauma in Renji, besides, was totally stranger to the blue-haired espada.

- Shit happens... was all he could unfortunately say and what an awful thing to say, under such circumstances, but Grimmjow didn’t know better, remained totally clueless, as comforting was definitely not his forte.

Another sigh and sniff, another vigilant incisive glance thrown at the door opening again.

- N’ whinin’ ‘bout it or givin’ up on yerself ‘cause of it... it won’t fuckin’ get ya anywhere, Grimmjow pursued, not demonstrating much consideration or empathy, but suddenly, completely out of the blue, the espada let out something that was entirely different and maybe meant that at least a small part of him could fathom the pain Renji was enduring : Mournin’ yer old self dat died dere will not help ya. Ain’t gonna tell ya to consider it a gift, even if it made ya who ya are now... but ya can’t let it drag ya down.”

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

For a minute, the blue-haired choleric man just remained perfectly still, containing the furious rage of his so stupidly wounded ego. Repressing the urge to hit and hit and hit, over and over and over again.

“ ‘Kay... I’m good, he finally let out with a still slightly sharp breath, but his cerulean eyes started to gleam with something else than anger... something like a hint of jealousy perhaps. Wow... Seems sumeon’ had a fuckin’ hard on fer dat Sosuke bastard... Ex taicho thing ?... Grimmjow snarled, apparently in annoyance, but in fact livid with envy and jealousy.

Truth was the espada was eventually so jealous he’d not really expect any kind of answer, in fear of hearing his envious ramblings being confirmed. Still, he downed in quick succession three more drinks of strong alcohol. To try to digest it. Bitter spiteful thoughts on his mind. Aizen really had it all, hadn’t he ? The power, the supremacy and even the... At this thought, Grimmjow’s electric blue, so intriguing yet so scary beastly eyes had narrowed and were contemplating the tattoed redhead sitting next to him. And, like never before, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez himself, in person, turned away. Snorting loudly, before downing another drink without any hesitation. Square strong jaws, created to chew on strong bones and thick raw flesh, crispated, contracted. Clenching as if not to let go of a prey trapped between them.

- Just can’t stand da bastard... Dat’s all, the hollow tried to dissipate the gloomy heavy atmosphere he had created.

But, of course, his whole attitude changed when Renji, for perhaps the very first time of their “friendship”, started to tell him literally the whole truth about himself. It was such a mark, a testimonial, a proof of trust that it first left Grimmjow entirely speechless. For he had never expected anyone to trust him to any degree actually. They always so much saw him as some untameable unpredictable unattached emotionless vulgar animal, lacking empathy and all. The Sexta didn’t interrupt the shinigami. Not a single time. He just listened, emptying a glass here and there too. At several moments, his straight blue eyebrows practically knitted together or his shark fangs gritted. But that’d be all.

When Abarai ultimately asked for him how he felt about all this, Grimmjow knew he couldn’t bring him what he wanted, he’d not be able to comfort him or help in any way. He didn’t leave though. Instead, still frowning a little, pensively, confused, he barely groaned, in a low raucous voice :

another kiss prompt ||| accepting!

a biting,  passionate kiss / a kiss to end sexual tension / an angry kiss

@destroyandconsume

How many hours had it been since they started this spar? As Renji stood there, panting for breath, sweating through his uniform and clearly bloody and wounded, he perhaps regretted ever starting this stupid thing.

The asshole that was Grimmjow, of course made it his job to rile Renji up in every and any single way that he could think of. Whether that was making stupid remarks, leaving his shit strewn about in Renji's rather clean and organized room, or just being his usual self. Either way, it had started out like usual, them hanging out, throwing back some drinks on their couch - whatever, casual.

And then... what? They had started arguing about something, so stupid and miniscule that Renji couldn't even remember what anymore. Then it had escalated as both sides refused to give in, the stubborn fools that they were.

Then it had gotten physical, a push and a poke here and there, and then harder and harder until they'd both gone to some remote area of the Rukongai to fully duke it out, blades drawn and all.

Now they were both tired, standing opposite each other on the empty field, hands still grasping their weapons tightly, but neither making a move. With a sigh, Renji sheathed his blade. Now that the anger was out of his body and all that left was a weird ache in his chest that left him breathless - and not because of the spar, he didn't feel like continuing the fight.

As he walked closer to Grimmjow, he could hear the other still shouting profanities and waving his sword at him. Renji just rolled his eyes "Oh my god shut the fuck up!" Seemed like that remark just got Grimmjow more pissed off as he started charging towards Renji.

Why the fuck did this dumbass have to get so heated over everything? Renji dodged the fist that was coming his way, his own hand reaching out to grasp at Grimmjow's wrist, pulling it down and away from his face.

"Just shut up." Those were the last words that Renji uttered before he pressed their lips together. Immediately the other quieted, frozen stiff as he hadn't been expecting it. Before long though, Renji could feel warm lips pressing up against his own, sharp fangs coming out to nibble at his lower lips.

With a guttural growl, Renji wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's waist, pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, lips and tongue intent on ravishing the panther. Fuck. Grimmjow was warm, hot, and just felt so good.

His lust shot through the roof as he felt Grimmjow give back as good as he got, tongue prying his mouth open, desperate to explore. Renji allowed him to, but not before engaging in a dominance battle of tongues, eventually succumbing to his partner. He moaned into the kiss, feeling his body erupt into shivers.

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

Sosuke had been wrong about the beast. As smart as he could be, the so-called self-proclaimed God had just confused dissent with disloyalty. Because Grimmjow, against all odds, proved quite well how looks could be deceiving ; the Pantera was indeed loyal.

“ Seein’ sumthin’ ya like, duh ? Jaggerjack brutally interrupted, barking out a raucous beastly laughter, going as far as to wink at the shinigami, probably hoping to disturb him a little or startle him at least.

His wide stupidly smug grin though dropped as he heard the name of one the persons figuring on his shitlist, maybe at the top of it even. Aizen. The worst asshole this world had ever known, if you were to ask Grimmjow. The hunter groaned loudly, sharp fangs showing as lips curled so far, so angrily, even gingiva appeared.

- Dat fuckin’ bastard certainly doesn’t deserve yer soul, the blue-haired espada spat aggressively, his sharp features contorting in disdain, square jaws clenching rapidly and wrinkles of anger carved between his straight furrowed eyebrows, practically knitted together even out of disgust.

Downing another shot too, as if it’d rince the name of Aizen, as if it’d make it disappear once and for all, like carried away by a wave. In his slightly hazy mind, the question about Renji’s so terrible and heavy secret remained, becoming more and more concrete, denser and denser. More and more of an obsession. Out of the blue, the Sexta turned his head to fully face the redhead, observing attentively his slightly reddened face - alcohol certainly did work more efficiently on shinigamis than hollows. In a curt yet not hurtful tone, almost apprehending the answer, the arrancar cut him instantly :

- Just spit it out Red.” 

A roar, followed quickly by a bombastic raucous laughter, erupts from the bathroom, following Renji’s scolding. “Ya like it, Red !” and, for a second, the bathroom’s door opens, only for Grimmjow to flip the bird - two birds actually to be exact - at Renji, right before he closes the door again in a loud clash. 

Actually, Jaggerjack is still not done, his rough sun-tanned skin scarcely rinsed and cleaned only, when the door is opened again, this time by Renji bringing him fresh clean clothes. "Ooooh rreally ?..." Grimmjow throws him a savage toothy grin, while he's still trying to get rid of the heavy layer of dirt and blood on his scarred muscular forearms. His gravelly voice turns smokier, even seductive though right after. "Ya know... could use a littl' help... here n dere..." He's clearly referring to his back, to his torso. And the beastly grin on his brash mouth turns into the most seductive smile. Until he starts laughing, ending his own joke himself. "Just messin' with ya. Get yer ass outta here before I kick it Red"

“Yer such a child ya know that?” Renji groans as he gets flipped off - trust in Grimmjow to make that sort of obscene gesture at him. Although, to be fair, Renji has flipped off quite a few people in the past, just... not so directly in their faces and not while he was in the nude.

He stares, unimpressed as Grimmjow makes the proposal. “Do ya need help or not? Cuz if ya need it, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out.” Renji was quite accustomed to seeing other men in the nude - as they had a large bathhouse on the squad barracks and most shinigami took advantage of it after a long day’s worth of work. It wasn’t odd to bathe together, in that aspect. 

Grimmjow ran a scarred nervous and agile hand through his electric blue hair, always so messy and yet so seemingly perfectly arranged at the same time, contributing to his savage I-don’t-give-a-shit look. Of course, the beastly being that was Jagerjaquez couldn’t care less about such trivial futile things as being good-looking. As if this was something useful in a battle ! But the dumbass still was quite handsome, with his quite primal beauty... that words couldn’t really define. Predatory eyes shone violentely, upon hearing Renji’s next confession. Seeing the redhead apparently so... down awoke something unexpected inside of the beast. Some primitive need to protect... for someone weaker than him and that he secretely cared about.

- If ya can’t... I can. Ya know I like it anyway...”

Killing people. Innocent or not. Hunting them even more. The thrill of the hunt, the hunter patiently tracking its prey until it would corner it and completely overpower it in a brutal demonstration of primal strength, a violent and final display of force, before consuming it. Only Nature at work in its purest form and instincts.

after some time of thinking i have decided to make a bleach rpc hub !! it will be a medium activity and will be updated once a week !! please reblog this and put in the tags the following down below !!

FOR SINGLE MUSE BLOGS:

username || canon or oc || character’s name || race || #tracked tag ( if different from url )

FOR MULTI-MUSE BLOGS ( keep multimuse intact ):

username || multimuse || #tracked tag ( if different from url )