Just something that came into my head while I was scoping out a plotline. It's a sort of hybrid--part drabble and part story. First Bleach fanfic, well, first fanfic in general, so be kind please?

Rated: T for crude language

Pairing: GrimmIchi (YAOI though I already said that so if you're looking at the story I shouldn't have to warn you)

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach, don't even own the manga or anime from which I get information from--I borrow and read/watch online


When Ichigo slept, Grimmjow counted scars

How many scars should a 16-year-old have? Surely not this many

They ran across and down and crossed

Some long, some short

One nasty jagged one that ran down from his shoulder

Just missing his heart

And an odd circular mark

Which had a twin on Ichigo's back

Just how many times had his life been in peril? His blood flowing without end

His will holding on almost to the breaking point

Determined to live forever

Grimmjow had seen that firsthand

He had created some of those scars

But he had never before thought about his rival's past

As he made sure to cut deeper deeper deeper

That's the point of battle isn't it? To kill the one you're fighting

Of course, Ichigo never really understood that

He's still so innocent in that way

Grimmjow was willing to bet

That all those responsible for these scars were still alive

And that Ichigo was friends with almost all of them

Why else would he have just finished screwing Ichigo into the mattress until the teen passed out? That kid is too forgiving

But Grimmjow wasn't exactly complaining


Grimmjow didn't realize he was still tracing the circular scar until Ichigo's hand pushed his away.

"Stop that..."

The nearly unintelligible mumble made Grimmjow smirk. Finally, some entertainment! Just when he was thinking of waking the teen up in a more interesting way. "Hm, why should I" he replied as he resumed his previous actions.

"Stop...fucking sensi...tive"

Even with the cursing, he sounded so cute and...fuckable when he was only half awake. Grimmjow's sex drive didn't care that they had already gone at it for hours, it could never be satisfied. Now, what could Grimmjow do to fully wake the Shinigami up so he could have his way with him...oh!

He grinned as he shoved his hand down the front of Ichigo's boxers.

Immediately Ichigo woke up with a strangled yell and smacked Grimmjow in the face. "What the hell Grimmjow!"

The pervert smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you sensitive down there too?"

Ichigo glared at him. "Please tell me there's some emergency and you didn't wake me up just to have sex."

"There's an emergency."

He sighed, "What is it?"

"You turned me on."

For that remark Grimmjow received a well-deserved punch in the face.

"Go use the goddamn bathroom you retard, you've used up all your sex time." Ichigo then turned over and proceeded to go back to sleep.

After a few minutes of scowling, Grimmjow got up to use Ichigo's bathroom suggestion. It was obvious he wasn't getting any more tonight, but he'd make Ichigo pay for this snub—tomorrow.


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If you do, I might be convinced to try and write out a story that is living in my head, and you will will receive whatever yummy things you desire. (This may include yaoi tapes)