We Kill to Cope, We Kill to Live, We Kill to Have Fun.

Not that they would have but still.

Luppi was one of the hybrids that was basically up the humans asses. The spider-like hybrid loved humans and everything about them. Wanted to be one, apparently. Which was stupid in the jaguar's opinion but he also didn't like the little freak. Not because he was a spider but just in general. Luppi wasn't someone he wanted to become allies with. Not that they could sway him anyway. He was too busy being the perfect little hybrid bitch for the humans he worked closely with.

"It is a secret place. Easy to access for us." It also had a blueprint of the building upon the wall, it was an old cage that the jaguar had repurposed. He'd shredded everything aside from that blueprint. The humans were finishing their rounds, an older man came toward the tree where the two were, he was no threat. One of the very rare good humans. He would place down fresh meat that was untainted, nod at the two of them and go on his way after the others all left the area.

Once the humans were all out of the 'wild area' as it was dubbed, he would pick up the plate of meat and look toward Matt. "Come." Leading the other hybrid to his special hiding place wasn't difficult. Nobody else knew of this area. He would push some of the long leaves of a medium sized plant out of the way. "In here." He pushed the meat in before slipping inside. The hole wasn't large but he was a feline and as such, very flexible.

Now he understood that there are some hybrids that can't be swayed no matter what. That's fine. He can find something useful for them or just kill them if they're becoming a problem or worthy to be defeated.

Then Matt is told that the place they're going to is a secret place. A secret place. It sounds to Matt like Grimmjow has a place that he needs to escape from all this. Matt nods his head and answers, "Alright..." He sees the blueprint and follows. He sees an old man, but for some reason, he is no threat when he comes near the tree. He just left there.

He sees meat, fresh and red, that is placed by the human. Who is he? Some kind of caretaker to look after the hybrids? He goes over to Grimmjow, telling him to come to his hiding place. The wild area is like a jungle to him. Full of green. It's almost like an enclosure. These humans must of spend lot of money on this. Then again, those scientists back in the hallway aren't cheap either.

He follows closely behind Grimmjow and enters the hiding place before being offered the meat. The hole isn't large, but it is fitting for Grimmjow to get inside since he's a feline. As for Matt being a goat hybrid, he can get inside as well. He just needs to tilt his head a few times so his horns won't get stuck.

"The old man is good?" He asked as he went to tear apart the meat with his hand. He went to eat a tiny piece of it and chewed on it. He wondered if this pairs well with the berries or cabbage.

He looks over the blueprint that had the entire layout of the area that Grimmjow showed him. Wow. Matt's eyes widened slightly, looking over everything. It had the arena, the entrances, the holding cells, and shit...everything. This is a great find indeed.

It was possible she was still compiling evidence to get the facility, and others like it, shut down permanently.

"They don't know what I look like now that I'm older. They've seen me like this since the age of ten. So my other forms are unknown to them." Which was a few weeks after he'd been taken in the first place. He was in his twenties now, and had no idea his family was still looking for him. Maybe the female scientist who had been kind to him managed to find them and let them know he was alive. She hated what the others were doing. She was really only there to help with medicines that were needed to treat the various ailments that hybrids could get.

The hybrids that were siding with the evil humans might be able to become friends? He knew a few that were close to some of the scientists but not really working for them. They did very menial tasks. Things like shredding papers or fetching drinks mostly. "I know... some who are not with the humans, only close to them for protection from things." Such as the 'medicines' placed into drinks or food.

Play the human's game but on another level? That would be interesting. It made the jaguar hybrid wonder if there was a way to do so. "If ya have a plan I can try gatherin' information on which hybrids are really with the evil humans, and which aren't." They would clearly need allies. He did know that most of the female hybrids didn't like the humans trying to force them to mate.

He didn't want to have to go in to the area all the felidae females were kept, but if he allowed himself to be taken, the humans always left them alone. Because they knew animals wouldn't do anything with an audience. It would be the perfect time to speak to them, then they could speak to the other females, and so on.

He wonders which fighters are good. He thinks of the fighters he's seen so far. Eh... that rhino hybrid looks pretty dead after Grimmjow was done with him. But Luppi. He wonders if there's a way to sway him. To him, he seems like he brags a lot. He knows certain hybrids just want to be on top, but what's the point if the humans are always on top? Better to overthrow them.

When it comes to humans, what they really truly fear is being inferior and the unknown.

Matt is going to prove that really soon.

So right now, Matt needs the layout of the place first. But Pete's bugs are taking care of it as they speak. Covering this place inch by inch. Regardless, Matt wants to see everything on his end before messing this place up.

There were obviously other bathing areas in his penthouse, but this one was for the pool room, specifically. He had the same shower setup in his personal shower. The shower was essentially a room in and of itself, and there were others. They were separated by thick walls that were covered in tile that was easy to clean. They also had curtains, rather than doors, because he didn't want to have to replace them due to them becoming damaged or mildewed in some way.

It's not that he was being cheap or anything, but it was a hassle to get men to his penthouse to get them to take the old doors and bring the new ones in. He was a busy man most days so he'd likely have to set it for the weekend and most places didn't do anything on Saturdays.

Most of the time, he knows what he wants whenever something catches his eye. But being given a list of options can be slightly overwhelming. So he went with the simplest choice. Showering. The curtains give them privacy even if there's nobody but them. The tile-thick walls are easy to lean or be pinned against. It really makes this time really intimate. He can feel Grimmjow close to him.

He turns around to face Grimmjow and comes closer now. He looks up to him, tilts his head, and gives him a smile. Chuckling, he leans against his chest with his chin, making sure to keep eye contact with him.

"Yes..." Matt said as this was something he really wanted. He went to lay his hand on his shoulder. "I don't make it too obvious..." Matt said, tracing his chest down with a finger. "It might be that we're going too fast here, but...I think we're past that point, aren't we?" He said, dropping a not-so-subtle hint. Because there is something Matt really wants, and he is happy to give the best night of Grimmjow.

Luppi had always been a joke even among the hybrids. They referred to him in many ways, with many names, but never his actual one. Sure, he was fast and had many appendages that he could attack with, but he was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Getting a compliment about his fighting made him briefly tilt his head to the side. What an interesting comment.

Some of the hybrids DID have unique genetic makeup, or unique abilities due to their DNA. He was one such hybrid. He was not only rare, but he had unique abilities the scientists wanted to get in a child to corrupt and cause to work for them and hate their own kind. He refused to give them what they wanted. He'd sooner rip them to shreds if they even so much as breathed the idea of making him do anything with a female hybrid that would result in them getting their hands on a hybrid of that rarity.

Get out? That wasn't possible. He knew that well enough. He'd tried and tried again. Over and over. HIs speed was more than that of the humans but they had those metal death traps called 'vehicles'.

Matt sounded so sure though.. was it actually possible? He wanted to find his family and tell them he was fine despite it having been many years since he was stolen away. "Ya get me outta here and I'll show my other forms." Yes, plural, he had two other forms. One of which the humans didn't even know about he intended to keep it that way.

"That's why I don't reveal my hybrid form," Matt tells him. "I was told that my other forms can be amazing and scary to look at. One would say it's like looking at a piece of artwork despite being a goat kind. Although." Matt knows he's bragging but that's what Sid told him. "That's why I don't show it as much. But when I do...it's when I get really serious or maybe...I get in too deep that I start to enjoy it a lot." Then Matt sighs, "It doesn't stop people from wanting to see it. So I only show when they least expect it." He said, pacing a bit before stopping. When he does transform, carnage follows.

"I can't blame the other hybirds for being ass-kissers. I bet they're doing this out of survival; it becomes like a habit that is hard to get rid of." He said it thoughtfully. "But if they're good at kissing ass..." Then they're perfect at getting them to join once he and his friends show what they can do. "I think they can make good friends too if you know how to deal with them." He said. Matt has ways of convincing people.

All these hybrids need is a good motivation to get their lives turned around.

The humans were scientists who either wanted to become hybrids through science, or they wanted to somehow breed themselves a hybrid that would take them as a mate. Whatever it was, it was stupid, the humans were stupid. Thankfully, he'd squeezed enough of the water from his hair that he wasn't leaving a trail behind himself. He was pretty much completely dry by the time he got to the tree he'd asked Matt to meet him at. He didn't need to know about the scientists talking about trying to get him to mate with a female again.

He was already aware of the fact that the humans were trying that. He could sniff the medicine out in his food or water whenever they tried to dose him.

There was another reason that he chose to be in his humanoid hybrid form, over his more human form. He could weaponize most of his body in his humanoid hybrid form, where in his more human form he didn't have as many things he could use against the humans.

As he arrived, the jaguar would nod at Matt before climbing up the tree to get comfortable. "Thanks for meetin' me here." At least the scientists had decided against going after him for now. Likely due to the brutality he'd shown in the ring toward the rhino hybrid. In his opinion the rhino got off easy. He was still alive and breathing. Sure he wouldn't be walking or using his arms for a while but he was alive. So that had to count for something.

Almost every hybrid in the facility were kidnapped ones. Some of them taken so young they didn't know any better. They just thought their 'parents' looked funny compared to them and nothing else. Those were the ones easily swayed into doing things for the scientists such as breeding. Though nothing had taken in any hybrid they'd tried so far. It might have been due to the fact that the facility was too sterile for it to really take. Which was a good thing.

Matt guessed that he is either stuck in this form or have to use this form in order to protect himself from anything that this shitty place throws at him.

"You think so? I thought everyone here was a decent fighter." He replied. He figured that some of the hybrids that were taken had unique abilities due to their genetic makeup. For example, Luppi and his eight tendrils are pretty impressive, but that guy is full of himself, which resulted in his loss.

"Even though I haven't met everyone here. Your fight is pretty good. Really good. You're above the rest." Matt added, "Flashy, fast, and fierce. It made the audience shit the bricks at how strong you are and how much money they lost. Hehehe," Matt chuckles. "I think we can be good friends. And also..." He chuckles, "I know a good place when we leave." He tells him, dropping a subtle hint for Grimmjow to understand.

"That's...what I was always told...and when I come to...I usually have blood on my hands." He admitted quietly. "...The orphanage had to chain me up at night...and...my best guess is that they were offered enough money to keep them running for another year if they sold me to...them...right as I aged out..."

And the worst part was...he couldn't even blame them for it. He was dangerous. He didn't deserve to walk among the rest of them.

The idea of the tiger trying to protect him...he disliked that even more.

"...I..don't want to be protected if it means other people have to be hurt!" He clutched his eyes shut tightly and covered his face in his hands. The self loathing would always cling to him like the very monster he turned into.

"It's fine..." He forgives the outburst. He tilted his head to the side and asked, "But let me ask you, are you okay in getting hurt rather than hurting someone else?" He said.

"I am going out on a limb here that you feel guilt or are made to feel guilty. iIf you transform, it's because you're getting hurt and you lash out." He said. "It sounds like the people that sold you out didn't treat you well. To survive, you have to hurt people whether you want to or not." He said.

In the end, she was a greedy woman who wanted a man she could walk all over and spend the money of. Which wasn't him. He refused to let someone control his money, that was why he controlled it himself, it was one of the main reasons he even had so much. He didn't trust many people. Which made sense to those who knew him.

A massage in the hot tub? "That sounds like it'd be nice, but ya gotta remember I need to spoil ya, too." Really, he wanted Matt to do was spend time with him. Well, that was all he was asking for. Matt could do things for him if he wanted to but they weren't requirements at all. Not for Grimmjow anyway. He was pretty different from most other sugar daddies in that way more than likely. "I don't mind showerin' instead of takin' a bath. I'll show ya the game room after we're cleaned up."

"Oh, I know~." He said, replying to the reminder of being spoiled. "But I love it when I take care of someone who is going to spoil me." He said, walking towards the showers. It's a good thing that it's near the pool since people who swim need to get rid of the chlorine smell right away. "Showers then game room, got it!"

He looks inside and sees how good and luxurious it is. It is a multi-headed shower where the three-sided walls has its own shower heads, each one. Five..no..seven?? The time at the shower is going to take a while. The glass median is crystal clear. He knew once the showers were on. It's going to be foggy from the steam. He whistles, stepping inside the room. He goes to get undressed now, in front of Grimmjow.

He goes to reveal his upper half first, as his back has a faded big diagonal scar on the midsection, while his chest reveals the same wound but in reverse, as something sharp and huge went through him once. Then he goes to pull down his pants, revealing a few scars on his knees and hips. After that, he goes to take off his boxers. He goes to turn on the first one he sees and prefers the mixer shower. He turns the knob to turn it on. He goes to hover his hand when the water hits. He breathes in, loving the water pressure. Then he looks over his shoulder at Grimmjow.

The reason he was still talking was due to his body fighting the drug concoction, plus the bleeding was helping get it out faster. Of course, if he lost too much blood he'd fall unconscious either way. Luckily, the flow wasn't bad but he'd have to shift to heal it once the knife was out. "As if I can get outta these fuckin' chains damn scrotum-massaging cockturnip." As Fazio left he merely grinned at the goons still sporting injuries from his kidnapping to then getting him bound to the chair.

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Shiro chuckled as he headed out first. It was nice knowing that she'd already sent a couple people out to track Grimmjow's whereabouts down. "I'm glad yer not one of the non-action types. Lotta folks are like that, pisses me and the others off." As they walked, he kept his pace to hers, not walking ahead or behind, but rather beside.

"What do ya know about this Fazio fella?" He had to ask because what was the man's reason for kidnapping Grimmjow? La Pantera would never go down without a fight, he was a tough bastard, agile and fast, too.

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"There's underground rings where we came from too. We actually came here to join yours at Grimmjow's invitation." Nelliel spoke again, her voice soft which was fairly normal for her unless she was angered. Or in the ring. She was aggressive and could take on and take down people larger than she was. She was one of the strongest among the Espada. In the top four, tied with Harribel.

"We're going to help you in whatever way we can. I'm a good tracker, I can follow scents no matter how long ago they were in a place." Ichigo spoke up, his tone serious, and posture looking ready to strike. He was angry about what happened but he also didn't put the blame on Matt. "Nobody knew this would happen. Just because the bastard who took Grimmjow wants you, doesn't mean you need to hold the blame on your shoulders." He was very similar to Matt in that regard though, Shiro could verify that but he was with Sid.

"That's good to know. Very good to know." He said. "Shrika, you're with Ichigo since he is a tracker, make sure to support him from the air." He tells her, to which the young woman smiles, "Sure thing." She gives an OK sign. Shrika went over to Ichigo, "Let's find Grimmjow, yeah? He still owes me for that drink." She said, smiling with a wink. While Shrika doesn't show it, she detests that someone nabbed her fellow bartender. Grimmjow made a lot of good drinks, and he's the star of the bar. Thanks to him, she and her other bartenders receive a lot of tips from the customers.

"Just say the word and I will search from the skies," Shrika tells Ichigo. Matt looks over to Ulquiorra. He nods. "That I know...Grimmjow never gives up."

"That's one word for her. The reason I was dressed so nice is 'cause her and I were supposed to get married, she broke it off then announced that she was marryin' the other guy." He was obviously not hurt about the situation. Him being left basically at the altar had already made headlines, and he knew people would start throwing themselves at him within a few weeks. Desperation never looked good on anyone in his opinion. The simple fact that she wanted to change how he spoke, dressed, and acted was stupid. So she went out and found a guy malleable to turn into her ideal man. Only the other guy wasn't really much at all. He was probably a con artist in all actuality.

"Yup, s'real nice too, water temp is perfect cause the hot water from the hot tub flows into it." The water was cool but not freezing like most pools. Plus the room was temperature controlled. So no matter what time of year it was, the pool room would always be ready for swimming. The fact that it was indoors would show that the taller man likely had very deep pockets. Never mind that he'd built an entire building to put his penthouse at the top. "I wouldn't say no to swimmin' I have the pool for that reason and all." He grinned briefly.

He did have showers to use before getting in the pool as well, like the pools at various schools, and those that are like parks. Rinse off, or wash your skin before swimming, it keeps the water from getting nasty too quickly. There was also a nice cleaning thing that went around each night whether the pool was used or not. "I can show ya the game room later on, if yer still wantin' that bath." He'd not forgotten that he said he'd help Matt wash up. There was a chance he'd even give the younger man a massage or something to help him relax afterward.

'That's really shitty, dude. You didn't deserve that at all." Matt said. He observes relationships between people, but he doesn't understand why people can't break them off before falling too deep into it when there's no romance. No clicking. No chemistry.

The fact that someone left Grimmjow like that when he is dressed to the nines is not only shitty, but embarrassing. Matt would take an insult, but he doesn't like to waste his and other people's time. If it were anyone else in his faction, they would probably kill that lady. Shrika and Charlie might take extremes; they will kill the other guy that lady is marrying to while leaving her traumatized.

"Hope she breaks a heel." He said, turning around to face the pool. Looking at his own glassy reflection on the water. Man, now he felt the need to give Grimmjow a good bath. "You know..I can give you a massage in the hot tub while we relax." He said, looking up to the glass ceiling, seeing the night sky and moon. If this place is dark, the pool will become more beautiful.. Whenever he wants to do exercise like swimming or running, Matt washes himself before and after the physical activity. It feels really good after hunting while food is cooking.

As he continued to play with Matt's hair he simply listened to the quiet. Sometimes, how quiet his place was drove him nuts, but it was times like this one that made him like it. It was a comfortable silence with another person. "This s'pretty nice." He didn't speak loudly he had no reason to. The silence didn't need to be destroyed by any means. Taking baths was nice for him, he liked them, which was why his penthouse has a massive tub. It's one that's pretty much in ground, had stairs to go up, a door to open, and then you stepped down into it.

"Yer damn right she has no idea what she's missin' out on. I didn't particularly like her that much. She was... a lot." Plus, she wanted to change him. Get him to 'speak properly' and 'stop using foul language, that's rude' quite a bit. He spoke the way he did because he wasn't native. She could go have fun playing house with the guy she picked over him, and he could enjoy his life free of a nag. "I hate when people try forcin' others to change who they are for them. Pisses me the fuck off."

Which was exactly why he'd never ask someone to change who they were for him. They could change if they wanted to but it wasn't required. If he liked someone he liked them for who they were not who they could become. There was a pretty big difference. The marriage had been arranged, they'd only met a handful of times and she was just this awful nag whenever they were alone, but acted kind and sweet in public or around others.

"Sounds like a piece of work." He replied, holding his hand.

Change is something that happens gradually. Not forced. Forced means to adapt. Matt is forced to adapt to things, and he changes because of that. Whether it's a good thing or not, Matt doesn't know. Maybe it does. But he is not going to change for anyone unless the extremes call for it.

Following Grimmjow to another room, his red eyes lit up to see what was in front of him.

"Eh?! Holy...a swimming pool?!" Not just that, there's a freaking hot tub with a waterfall. How the heck was it built, and how much money does Grimmjow have?! "What I think?! It's freaking cool!" He said, leaning down and touching the water with his finger. He lets out a shuddering chuckle, feeling the cool touch. "It's perfect!"

"Yer hair s'pretty soft." His comment wasn't too loud but it was quiet in the penthouse, and it was just the two of them anyway. He was very wealthy and owned his own company that he built from the ground up. His hair was also well taken care of. There was no sticky gel or spray he used in it. He chuckled and grinned widely at Matt's words. "It ain't nothin' naughty, that can come later. S'just somethin' I think yer gonna like." Most people loved pools his also had a waterfall hot tub connected to it. So some hot water from the hot tub would fall into the pool.

"I don't mind, besides, I already told ya that I can get ya pretty much anythin' ya want or need. All ya gotta do is ask me." He had a lot of pull and he could do quite a lot with it, but he liked to stay on the mostly legal side far more often than not. He used to be pretty bad but he had to be back then. He'd already explained that to Matt. The point of their little agreement was for Matt to give him companionship, a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen, that sort of thing. Out of that, he'd get things he needed or wanted so long as he asked.

His fingers kept sliding through Matt's hair as he hummed softly. "Well, I wouldn't mind that. Kinda why we got this little arrangement, no?" It made him wonder how long it would last before it turned into something else. He'd still spoil Matt, of course, if they were seeing one another seriously he'd have every reason to do so. "It ain't cause I work a lot that I don't got someone. I was supposed to marry this chick but she backed out and went with some sleazy guy. Her company lost a hell of a lot more than I did when she did that."

Matt loves pools. He likes swimming in it. He likes to float across the water with the air hitting the front side of his skin while his backside feels the gentle swaying of the water. He doesn't have to worry about the water monsters swimming under him. He lets out a yawn as he stretches a little. A hot bath sounds pretty nice. Once Matt finds out that Grimmjow has a bathtub, he will come to his place often.

He listened to the reason behind this engagement. Apparently, Grimmjow doesn't have someone. He used to have someone like a fiancée, but the woman backed out and decided to marry another. Her company lost profit and funding from not marrying him. From the way it sounds, it sounds like an arranged marriage for business reasons. Something he understood but couldn't. Marriage for money doesn't lead to good.

So he was dealing with a punk or a brat, that was perfectly fine. He could work with that. "Sure." Just like that, his fingers would begin sliding through Matt's hair. Given that he was going to be spoiling Matt, he had no issues petting his hair, drawing him a bath, and then washing his back. Maybe even his hair, too. It'd really depend on what Matt asked of him more than anything else. "S'fine, nothin' too difficult while we get used to this. Right?" He chuckled then, continuing to play with Matt's surprisingly soft hair. He'd not been sure what to expect from it, some spiky hair tended to be pretty crunchy from product.

"I can order out for dinner, by the way, if ya have any friends who need a safe place, they're also welcome here s'long as I can meet them first." He wasn't sure, but something was telling him Matt and his friends were likely crashing in some dilapidated or condemned building. Not somewhere overly clean or even safe. Here at his penthouse, they'd have access to everything within it. "Oh, and there's somethin' I wanna show ya in a bit, maybe after the pettin' is done and before the bath."

If Matt had a lot of friends, he would take his SUV that could seat up to nine people, if not more. It'd make it easy for them all to get to the penthouse. Matt had seen his other vehicles, or their covers, anyway. The SUV was large and had very dark window tint because he could. It looked like one of those FBI vehicles from those shows on the television more than a normal street legal vehicle but it was totally legal. "Yer my sugar baby, which means ya can ask for things, even stuff that costs money. Or especially that. Depends on what yer wantin'."

"That would be nice..." Matt closes his eyes with a smile, responding to the idea of dinner and his friends needing a safe space. Although his friends don't need a safe place, they have their own spaces. But what's really important are the fingers going through his soft locks of hair. While it does look spiky, it has a fine texture to it. Silky and smooth. He makes sure to take care of his hair weekly with simple shampoo and conditioner.

Matt lets out an exhale, "Just like that..." He said. Having someone do this to him feels nice. He does it to cats and dogs, but he has never experienced it himself. The way Grimmjow pets him sends a warm sensation through his body. But then Grimmjow has something to show him after the petting is done and before he takes a bath. He opens his eyes, "Oh yeah? What is it?"

There'd likely be days where he was completely exhausted but would still have time for the other. "A lotta folks assume that a sugar baby is, well, to put it in the simplest terms possible. Basically, a prostitute. That's not what they are though. Not for me, at least. Yer actually the first one I've ever offered this to." Not that he'd had others around for all that long but he'd not gotten along with them. He was young, wealthy, a generally good person, and he was single. Very few people in his position at his age would be alone. His wasn't by choice.

"I don't care if ya kill people for yer job. I own most of this city, so yer safe. Plus, like I told ya before. It takes a monster to kill a monster. Or monsters. Like those scum I took care of in Brazil." He'd admitted a pretty big truth back at the bar. He wasn't entirely human. While he and Matt were different on the fundamental level, they were similar in that they weren't entirely human. He wasn't the sort to use someone. He'd been used before, like that woman who decided to go with someone else. That was her choice, and even if she came crawling back he'd happily tell her he'd moved on.

Just like she had.

He'd already told Matt that he enjoyed his company and wanted to spend more time with him. "I'm more than willin' to spend most, if not all of my free time with ya. Hell, ya could stay here if ya want. I've obviously got plenty of room." He had enough rooms in his penthouse to not only house Matt but also his friends. There was also a pool he'd yet to show the other man. That could come later. "Now, if ya want or need anythin' ya just let me know." He'd likely be more than happy to take Matt on dates or outings, they could go to cheap fast food places and get greasy food every now and then, even.

So a suga baby is basically a prostitute. Nice way to break it down. If any normal person heard that, they would lash out. But Matt... he didn't lash out; in fact, he stayed silent and listened attentively, combing through Grimmjow's words.

Matt thought to himself. 'Does Grimmjow really like him this much. To the point, he would let him stay here?' That's what it says in his mind. The young man appears to be in thought, considering this arrangement. If he says no, then what?

Nothing is going to change.

But...

If he says yes, he can learn from this. The thought of someone taking care of him is something he can't imagine, and yet it feels really welcoming.

"So the first..." Matt moves towards Grimmjow this time, closer. "Alright then..I'm in." He said this before giving him a smile. He goes to rest his head on his lap. He turns over to look up to him, "Just to let you know...people think of me as a punk or a brat, so I hope you can handle that. I prefer someone to tame me, so do with that what you like." He said, nuzzling against his lap with his hair, as he looked up to him with his red eyes.

Humans were rather terrible creatures. That much went without saying. The awful things they did were so numerous it wasn't even funny. Not the least bit. "Sometimes ya gotta be a monster to kill a monster. There ain't a damn thing wrong about that." He understood that much more than Matt may realize. There was a lot wrong with the world but there were people who were trying to help. In whatever ways they could. Sometimes they did the smallest things but those things could make the biggest waves.

"If ya wanna be. I certainly wouldn't mind. Do ya wanna be my sugar baby?" He grinned as he asked that, placing his charcoal pencil down and standing up. He crossed his arms over his chest while looking at Matt. If the slightly younger man wanted to be his sugar baby all he'd need to do is ask for something and it'd be gotten for him without question more than likely. After all, the sugar baby was the one who got spoiled. "I won't ask ya for anythin' yer not willin' to give. It doesn't gotta be just transactional, if we wind up in a relationship I'd still spoil ya."

"I don't mind at all," Matt answers him, as he would love to be someone to pamper. "What you're saying, suggesting, is something I want to try. I have never been pampered before...and...even if it's not transactional...then..." He closes his eyes, "I don't mind being in a relationship with you when we get to it." He tells him, slowly opening his eyes.

Being used is something Matt is very familar with. He knows people use other people for different reasons. Matt used people just as they used him. Nothing personal. It's just the way he is. Sid considers that as a business transaction. If they don't use him, then it's fine. If he doesn't want to use people, he lets them go and goes on his way. People see him as a resource for getting rid of things they want to get rid of. Matt provides that service.

But...this is different. This is something he isn't used to. Grimmjow wants to spoil him with any kind as long as he gives him companionship. It didn't feel like Matt was being used. It didn't feel transactional. Matt truly does like talking to him, and Grimmjow has the same feeling as him. So this is a first.

"Really? How many people do you say that to?" Matt asked, leaning against the couch with a teasing smile. Do monsters like Matt deserve companionship? He thinks about that. But maybe he should give it a try.

"She likely already knows. She's a lot smarter than most people might think she is." He knew that Pantera was smart. She'd proved that over a year prior. She was still young but not that young. He loved having her around and he was quite happy that he'd been able to save her from the poachers. She was his pride and joy, really. "I like doin' what I can to help when I'm able, but I'm not always free to do much." Given his business and how he was making plans to open places to give the locals jobs, and apartments.

Poachers and people like them were disgusting and he had no issues getting his hands dirty when he dealt with them. Grimmjow wasn't someone who used his skills to hurt innocents. He preferred to go after the evil ones. Because they were the scum of the earth and needed to be dealt with.

He listened as Matt spoke of what he did. He would let out a hum every so often to let the other man know he was listening to him. "Sometimes humans are more monstrous than the monsters are." The tone with which he spoke of that would likely clue Matt into something should the younger man ask him. If the taller man was willing to reveal things about his past yet. It may take a while. Depending on how long Matt stuck around. "I ain't someone who doesn't believe in monsters or other creatures that're beyond human comprehension." Not every person was a human. Just like not every monster was out to do harm.

"No, a sugar daddy is someone, usually older, which I'm pretty sure I am. Who happens to be wealthy. They offer financial support, give gifts, and offer luxurious lifestyles. In return for affection, companionship, and sometimes intimacy." He had no issue explaining that to Matt. He knew there was more that he needed to explain about sugar daddies though. "The one bein' taken care of is called a sugar baby. They're given whatever they ask for usually. Depends on the sugar daddy." There were different classifications of both sugar babies and sugar daddies or sugar mamas. The dynamic tended to depend on the people involved.

"Not wrong about that. Humans can be the biggest monsters out there." And he has seen it plenty of times. Even the ones that made most of his faction members wince at it. Of course, these "monsters" that were sent to the forest were devoured by the bigger monsters. Hunting monsters is something Matt loves more than just hunting game. He wants to test himself to see if he's the strongest monster.

Matt listened to Grimmjow when he explained what a sugar daddy is. He widens his eyes to hear this and slowly lowers his eyelids. He leans against the couch but sways his body to the side, lying against Grimmjow's shoulder. "Now that's something."

"So I'm the sugar baby?" Matt asks, but the answer is obvious, "I want to say this...this is a first for me." He confessed. "But I do enjoy talking with you, Grimmjow. I feel relaxed talking with you on this night." It's true, Matt felt mellow for the first time. Usually, he has been doing things for the thrill. But he needs some downtime at the same time. Just like this moment.. "I make sure to give you whatever you need, an ear to listen to what you need to vent or someone that can be there for you to take care of problems, and things you really want," Matt said, going to lay his hand on his. "I think being like this is something you want, right?" He asked.