Title: Call it Instinct.
Pairing/s: Grimmjow x Ichigo.
Warning/s: Yaoi. Fluff-y-ness.... Grimmjow-ness.. That's pretty much it I think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. If I did, it would most certainly be rated at least 16+... And be strictly for yaoi fans only.
Ichigo panted, as he quickly blocked yet another swift attack from the arrancar.
He jumped back.
Attacked, only to be blocked yet again.
He landed, his faithful zanpakuto still in contact with Grimmjow's claws.
He stared, only to face his opponent's wild gaze, the smirk on his face widening, exposing his long white, feline fangs.
"Is there a reason behind that smirk of yours, bastard?" Ichigo growled, narrowing his eyes at the espada.
"What.. Don't you love my sexy smirk, berry?" teased Grimmjow, amusement dancing in his cerulean eyes.
"Who would?" frowned the shinigami, retreating for a second, only to clash swords with the arrancar again.
"You insult me.." fake-whined the espada, his smirk still present on his face.
"Glad to hear that." smirked Ichigo, jumping a little back from the feline arrancar.
Just then, his eyes widened, as he realized that Grimmjow was nowhere to be seen, only to sense his presence behind him, just a second too late though.
The arrancar came slashing down on the boy's shoulder, forcefully drawing out his blood, as his claws easily made their way through the shinigami's flesh.
"I love the way you scream." he then whispered, slightly leaning over the boy's shoulder, having the shinigami drop to his knees in pain.
"Y-you Bas-bastard..." the boy panted, hissing at the pain of having the taller man lean onto his freshly wounded shoulder like that.
"Well?.. Aren't you gonna make me pay for that?..." the sexta espada smirked again, huskily whispering into the younger shinigami's ear. "Or are you just gonna accept your defeat?" he then said, slightly licking the boy's bloody wound.
"Aargh! Dammit, Grimmjow! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" screamed the boy, clenching to his wounded shoulder, as he turned to look at the smirking man infront of him.
"What, don't like it? I'm only cleaning your wound." the man replied, bending down infront of the boy, his smirk ever so present on his face, partially covered by the sharp mask on his right cheek.
"N-no, I don't like it, s-so st-stop that.." mumbled the shinigami, a slight blush creeping onto his face.
"Hmm?...." the cat-like arrancar leaned in, his face so close to Ichigo's, their noses were half an inch from touching. "I didn't quite hear that, shinigami, wanna repeat it for me?" he chuckled at the boy's red face, his teal eyes staring deeply into the shinigami's light-brown ones.
"I-I s-said t-t-to st-stop it- Grimm-" the boy stuttered, quickly glancing to the espada's lips, that were still pulled into that smug smirk of his, before he was cut off, those same lips harshly pressing onto his own. A second later however, the arrancar pulled back, once again eyeing the boy.
"..." A few minutes had passed, as none of the rivals made a move to neither attack, nor to retreat. The blue-haired espada was just loosing his temper, his smirk gone and replaced with a frown, and was about to open his mouth to snap at the still boy, who was yet to get up or lower his hand, that was self-contiously touching his lips, where the arrancar kissed him not long ago, when he heard it, a barely audible gasp, that was hard to catch, even with Grimmjow's long and sensitive ears.
"... Why?..." mumbled the shinigami, Ichigo Kurosaki, as he glanced up upon his opponent. He then saw the sexta espada smirk, lean down and with that same wild light again dancing in his cerulean eyes, the large cat-like arrancar whispered to him:
"Call it instinct, Shinigami."
End.
A/N: Ta-Da~! First GrimmIchi fic Eva! *is proud of herself*