coughs, so i'm starting smthg new... but this will be only two chaps (max) with the second part half written... most likely it'll appear after i get back from my hols and finished it up (one week, give or take)

so yeah, note the rating, yup, there's lime/lemon content (i have no idea what's the difference between the two)... i finally managed to gather enough courage to write that... so yeah, know what to expect, hopefully it won't sound like a ten year old trying to write lemons (er, no offense to ten year olds who can write one) and it turned out pretty short as well *disappointed*

pardon the lousy awkward writing... i'm a little inexperienced in this sort of writing, not to mention rusty XP

Disclaimer: i don't own Bleach

Seconds
Part 1

"N – ngh!"

"Scream, my pet. Scream my name. Let me hear you," The low voice growled into the ear of his prey.

"Grimmmmmmmjow!" His prey cried out as Grimmjow pleasured him.

"You little masochist, do you want it even rougher?" Grimmjow continued as he pounded into the tight hole of the boy below him, "I'm going to make you come harder than you will ever come in your entire life. I'm going to fuck you until you won't even remember your own name. I'm going to pleasure you until you won't be able to find pleasure with anyone else,"

The response was a gurgled cry as the boy gripped onto the edges of the table he was laying on. The hard leather belt that bound him to the mounted projector on the far end of the table was cutting into his wrist but he could only moan and groan at the pleasure being inflicted onto him.

Grimmjow bit down harshly onto the earlobe of the boy as one of his hands circled around the cloth-covered waist and gripped the length of his quarry firmly, pumping it at a cruel rate. The other hand reached forward to grip the dark hair in front of him and pulled, forcing the boy's head to turn a little. Grimmjow watched the slacked-face expression on the face of the boy as he plunged himself deeper and harder into the boy's ass. Their hips hit the teacher's table loudly, causing the sensitive head of the boy's dick to hit the wood firmly. Grimmjow was rewarded with a loud drawn scream of his name at the pain. Not caring if he was causing even more pain, Grimmjow continued his fast and furious pace as he thrust harder and harder into the boy.

"Grimmjooooow!" The boy screamed as he came prematurely.

A few more seconds later, Grimmjow emptied himself into the boy's hole. Scoffing, he pulled out from the boy and do up his pants. That was what he got for going for the virgins – a premature end to an overall good round of sex.

Looking down at the boy sprawled face down on the desk, Grimmjow reached over to loosen the belt that tied the boy to the table. Grimmjow patted the head of the dazed boy, at least he was a better fuck than the previous one who had only whined and acted coy throughout the process.

"You can keep the belt," Grimmjow smirked as he left the boy in the classroom.

What was the name of the boy? Grimmjow had no idea and he could care shit about it.

Grimmjow was back at his apartment after walking the short distance from his high school. Glancing quickly at the clock on his wall, Grimmjow made his way to the bathroom. After some loud curses, Grimmjow managed to get himself clean and started to dress hurriedly. He congratulated himself on a job well done as he gelled up his hair into the customary spikes. The quick fuck had managed to get him satiated enough for his dinner appointment.

Though honestly, he had no idea why he had even accepted the invitation for dinner. The little girl who had asked him had been far too grateful to him for saving her little kitten and Grimmjow, in a rare kind mood, had agreed to join her family for dinner that day. He found it difficult to turn down ten-year-olds who pleaded with you with their big brown eyes. Szayel had laughed at him the whole day for his apparent weakness.

Grabbing the keys that he had thrown onto the table earlier, Grimmjow quickly left his flat and made his way down the road. He took out the sheet of paper that the little girl had given him and tried to recall where he had seen the street sign. After several streets of walking, Grimmjow found himself standing outside a clinic with a signboard loudly proclaiming Kurosaki Clinic.

"You came!" The girl, Yuzu was her name, squealed when she saw Grimmjow.

"Hey," Grimmjow waved awkwardly as she opened the gate for him.

"Come in come in! Dad is very excited to see you. I told him about you saving Kon and he burst into tears. We love our cat very much, you see," Yuzu explained as she happily led him into the kitchen.

Burst into tears? What the hell have I gotten myself into? Grimmjow tried very hard to keep the horror out of his expression.

"Dad! He's here!"

The next moment, Grimmjow found himself shaking hands vigorously with a dark-haired man who rambled on and on about Grimmjow being the eternal savior of his family. Grimmjow cringed and tried to remove his hand from the strong grip but the father only seemed to tighten his hold. Sighing in defeat, Grimmjow allowed the man to continue. Really, he will never accept a random dinner invitation ever.

"Grimmjow," A stiff voice called out his name and Grimmjow looked up at the source.

Or maybe not.

"Sorry, do I know you?" Grimmjow grinned at the attractive teen before him.

The teen scowled, "Your reputation precedes you,"

Grimmjow opened his mouth to reply but a loud thump on his back caused him to choke mid-sentence. Belatedly, he realised that the handshaking had stopped and the father's hand on his shoulder was pushing him towards the dining table.

"Now, before we start the delightful dinner my beloved daughter had prepared, let's introduce ourselves! I'm Kurosaki Isshin. My eldest son, Ichigo," Isshin gestured to the orange-haired male, "My other daughter Karin and you already know Yuzu," He gestured towards the two girls at the table.

Yuzu offered him a wide smile while Karin only gave him an appraising look.

"I'm Grimmjow. Nice to meet you," Grimmjow gave his most polite smile.

"And now, to thank this great guy for saving Kon, let's dig into this wonderful dinner," Isshin exclaimed as he pushed Grimmjow into a seat.

"Great guy?!" Ichigo's disbelieving voice was lost as Isshin noisily started piling food onto Grimmjow's rice.

Nodding at the appropriate places as the father continued on one of his rambles, Grimmjow glanced over his shoulder to catch the other teen glaring him. Nice, he liked his toys defiant as well. Ichigo was perfect.

Grimmjow enjoyed himself throughout the dinner, responding with the correct answers to the questions directed at him while casting leers and smirks at Ichigo. It was funny to watch as Ichigo looked ready to explode while trying to reassure Yuzu that he was fine.

After finishing the spread on the table, Yuzu announced for dessert. Grimmjow volunteered himself when Ichigo stood up to get the cakes from the kitchen.

"What in the fuck are you doing?" Ichigo growled as soon as they reached the kitchen.

"Nothing much," Grimmjow grinned.

"Don't fucking lie to me. If you so much as touch my sister, I – !" Ichigo yelped when Grimmjow gripped his ass firmly, "You asshole!" Ichigo tried to shove his hand away.

Grimmjow lowered his voice as he continued groping Ichigo, his other hand pushing Ichigo's arm out of the way, "I thought my reputation precedes me, huh Ichi? You should know I would only go for guys," Grimmjow pressed Ichigo onto the kitchen counter.

"Let me go, you bastard," Ichigo's voice was furious as he threw Grimmjow off him.

"Boys! Are you two done? Don't finish off the cake by yourself!" Isshin's cheerful shout filled the kitchen.

"We're almost done, Dad!" Ichigo shouted back as he gave Grimmjow a dirty look.

Chuckling, Grimmjow pressed his front into Ichigo's back when Ichigo bent to open the refrigerator door. Ichigo froze when Grimmjow shifted his slight erection into the crack that Ichigo's butt made. With an angry sound, Ichigo rammed his elbow into Grimmjow's stomach before taking out the cake. He left Grimmjow grimacing in the kitchen as he brought the cake into the dining room.

Grimmjow straightened and rubbed the sore spot. Oh, frisky. He grinned in a feral manner as he imagined breaking Ichigo. He could barely wait.

"So how good was the boy?" Szayel asked when Grimmjow reached school the next day.

"I wouldn't know. Haven't got to fucking him yet,"

There were a few loud crashing sounds and Grimmjow looked up to see a few of his friends' shocked faces. Stark seemed to have awakened from his deep sleep and was looking at him in disbelief. Ulquiorra's face looked as blank as ever but Grimmjow could tell he was stunned. Halibel was staring at him in surprise and even Nnoitora looked flabbergasted.

"What?!" They exclaimed as one and Grimmjow held back a wince at the shrill sound.

Waving away the attention that their group had gathered from the other people in the class, Grimmjow only raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"You didn't manage to get into the guy's pants?" Nnoitora, who usually treated Grimmjow like a rival, hissed.

Grimmjow frowned, "That's a little difficult, isn't it? Considering that we were surrounded by his family,"

There was a moment of silence as Grimmjow was treated to his friends' blank expressions.

"Are we talking about the first year boy that you were planning to fuck in his classroom?" Ulquiorra asked after a while.

"Who?" Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember if there was ever such a person, "Oh, you mean that boy. Yeah, I did. Quite forgettable actually,"

"So you weren't talking about him earlier?" Szayel asked after he recovered from his shock.

"Nah. You remember that little girl I was telling you about yesterday? She had an older brother. Absolutely fuckable," Grimmjow had a hungry glint in his eyes as he recalled Ichigo's expression.

"I think I feel a little more comforted now that I realised that you are still you," Nnoitora commented, sounding relieved before he resumed his nonchalant stance.

The others could only nod in agreement.

Grimmjow laughed, "Please, I would never change,"

Grimmjow loitered around the middle school that Ichigo attended. He had skipped his own last class to make sure that Ichigo would not disappear before he reached the middle school. Grimmjow amused himself by imagining the expression on Ichigo when Ichigo saw him.

The last bell finally rang and Grimmjow patiently waited. The streams of middle school students stare at him as they passed the gate, some with looks of recognition and others with interest apparent in their eyes. Grimmjow's eyes swept carelessly over the students who walked past him, silently tallying the number of students who actually looked decent. He could probably approach those after he was done with Ichigo.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Grimmjow turned and gave Ichigo his most attractive grin, "What else? I was waiting for you,"

"Leave me alone. I'm not interested in being one of your fuck-toys," Ichigo brushed him off and walked away.

"Give me a chance, I can change your mind," Grimmjow promised as he trailed behind Ichigo.

Ichigo only replied with a scoff as he joined a few of his friends who were waiting for him near a tree. Grimmjow watched as they gestured towards him. Ichigo seemed to be furiously debating with them before he suddenly turned and strode off. The five other boys with Ichigo turned and followed him while the three remaining females giggled and one of them motioned for Grimmjow to join them. Grinning, Grimmjow caught up to them.

The big group of friends entered a pizza parlour and sat themselves in one of the larger tables. From the way that the waitress greeted them, Grimmjow surmised that they often gathered here after school. The busty female beside him, Orihime, prodded Grimmjow to order.

Ichigo threw him a dirty look before he continued the discussion with his male friends. Raising an eyebrow at the obvious chasm his presence had caused in the group of friends, Grimmjow shrugged. The five males ignored him while the three females fawned over him. Though from the questions that the short black-haired female, Rukia, was asking, they seemed more intent to match-make Ichigo and him.

Two hours later, the group of friends exited the parlour and waved goodbye to Ichigo. Standing behind the orange-head, Grimmjow gave his own wave before letting his arm fall onto Ichigo's shoulder.

"Don't do that," Ichigo shrugged him off before turning around to face him, "Are you happy now? You just ruined my day,"

"I can make up for it," Grimmjow let his tone drop as he stooped down so that he was at Ichigo's eye level.

"Yes, by getting away from me," Ichigo gave a narrowed glare as he chose to walk away.

"But why?" Grimmjow purred, "I know you want me,"

"You have an ego that is bigger than your head if you think that I'm interested in you," Ichigo said in disgust, "And considering that I have been telling you no,"

Grimmjow watched, amused. Ichigo was so easily worked up over every small thing that it was very entertaining to rile him up. Grimmjow fell silent as he followed behind Ichigo with Ichigo occasionally throwing scowls and glares at Grimmjow. They reached Ichigo's home and Grimmjow could tell that Ichigo was visibly holding back from trying to shout at him.

Ichigo opened the front door and quickly sidestepped. Blinking, Grimmjow's hand shot out instinctively to stop the black and white blur that was suddenly attacking him. A kick from Ichigo caused the blur to land in a crumpled heap near the door and Grimmjow finally managed to get a good look at his attacker. Isshin, with his black hair and white doctor's coat, gave a thumbs-up from his position.

"Yeah, my father is a little crazy," Ichigo indicated to the man who was grinning foolishly on the floor.

"Understatement, isn't it?" Grimmjow responded when Isshin heaved himself up and disappeared back into the family's clinic.

Ichigo snorted, "Now that you have met my crazy old man again, would you please go home?"

"Are you being polite to me?" Grimmjow asked in amusement.

"Just shut the fuck up and get the hell away. I'll be damned to let Yuzu catch sight of you,"

"Grimmjow-kun!" Yuzu bounded out of the door, "Ichi-nii invited you for dinner? Great! Come on in!"

"Shit, too late," Ichigo moaned into his hand.

Grimmjow only gave a light laugh at Ichigo's predicament.

"Argh, why do I have to send you back?" Ichigo groused as they closed the front door behind them.

Grimmjow smirked, "Well, my dear Ichi, it is getting quite late. You wouldn't want me to be raped right?"

"Oh please, you'll be the rapist," Ichigo motioned for Grimmjow to follow him into the family's garage.

"Cool, you own a motorbike?" Grimmjow eyed the machine in front of him, "Aren't you a little young?"

Ichigo only shrugged, "Dad figured that it would be okay to break the law once in a while,"

"Your father is cool and crazy,"

"Yes, now get on," Ichigo threw him a helmet before putting one on himself.

Grimmjow watched as Ichigo donned a tight leather jacket and heaved himself onto the black and mean monster he called a motorcycle. Strapping the helmet on, Grimmjow walked around to stand beside the bike as Ichigo started the engine.

"If you think I'm walking you back, you need to get your brain checked. The faster I get rid of you, the more peace I get,"

"I know a way to get you the peace you want," Grimmjow whispered huskily into Ichigo's ear as he sat himself in the backseat.

"Shut up," Ichigo growled before kicking the motorcycle into gear.

Grimmjow laughed before wrapping his arm around Ichigo and Ichigo tensed. Really, this was a better deal than just walking. Too bad Ichigo could not see the temptation he was posing.

They left the house and Ichigo turned onto the main road. Glancing around the empty road, Grimmjow slowly let his hands slide down Ichigo's stomach. They lingered there for a few seconds when there was no comment from Ichigo. Carefully, Grimmjow leaned onto Ichigo and rest his head on Ichigo's shoulder.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Nothing," Grimmjow whistled innocently.

Ichigo grumbled and Grimmjow could feel the speed of the bike picking up. Obviously, Ichigo wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. Making small clicking noises with his tongue, Grimmjow's hand wandered lower. There was a jerk in the motion of the bike when Grimmjow reached his target. Shamelessly, he continued squeezing and jerking the hard mound in front of him. Hmm, nice of Ichi to wear such tight leather pants.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ichigo screeched as he stopped the bike.

They were still in the middle of the road but since it was in the dead of the night, the road was empty. The only noise other than the loud snapping of the straps on Ichigo's helmet was from the river.

Grimmjow reached up and unlatched the headgear on his head. At the same time, Ichigo shoved his helmet roughly into Grimmjow's shoulder, causing Grimmjow to let out a loud grunt.

"Get off, you can make your way home yourself,"

"Sure, after I get off," Grimmjow grinned as he pushed Ichigo down roughly onto the body of the motorcycle.

In one motion, he kicked the motorcycle into a standstill while letting both of their helmets fall onto the ground. Ichigo kicked him in the shin with the back of his heels, causing Grimmjow to lean more of his weight onto Ichigo. Using his weight advantage, Grimmjow managed to pin Ichigo onto the saddle of the bike. He allowed Ichigo to struggle uselessly for a few moments.

"If you want me so bad, you could just ask," Grimmjow put both his feet down on either side of the motorcycle, effectively straddling it.

"You just scratched my helmets, asshole," Ichigo yelled.

"Shouldn't you be more concerned with what's going to happen to you?"

Suddenly Ichigo seemed to realise what position he was caught in, "You have got to be kidding. There's no way you could fuck me on a motorcycle!" Even as he said that, Ichigo struggled even more against the hard body pressing down onto him.

"Well, let's find out, shall we Ichigo?"

Ichigo's hand reached blindly behind in an attempt to punch Grimmjow.

Laughing, Grimmjow swatted that hand away as he reached down to his own pants and removed the belt on them. With both his arms, he managed to gather the offending limbs that were trying to push him off. Using the same practiced motion with all of his other victims, Grimmjow bound Ichigo's wrists to the handlebar of the motorcycle.

"You got to be shitting me," Ichigo yanked harshly on the leather.

"Nope," Grimmjow nuzzled into the crook of Ichigo's neck as he hoisted Ichigo's legs up.

Grimmjow's hands moved to the front of Ichigo's pants and unbuckled the belt there. With a quick pull, the pants were laying innocently on the ground next to the bike.

"Oh, you went commando. Nice," Grimmjow massaged the flesh in front of him.

Ichigo yelped in surprise at the contact. Grimmjow's hands continued to massage the heated body beneath him, the hands moving to explore the crack of Ichigo's ass down to the firm thighs that were presented to him.

"Damn exhibitionist. Never thought…" Ichigo was cut off when Grimmjow gripped his growing erection and pressed it into the leather of his saddle, "Fuck!"

"We're getting there Ichi, don't worry,"

Grimmjow lowered the zip on his pants and pulled down his boxers enough to free his length. Letting his bare erection touch Ichigo's ass, Grimmjow could only smirk at the curse Ichigo issued from the sensation. Slowly, Grimmjow's free hand travelled up Ichigo's stomach and moved under the shirt and the leather jacket. Grimmjow quickly found the hard nipples he was looking for and was soon pinching them, eliciting a groan from Ichigo.

"You're already horny as hell Ichi, how dare you keep pretending otherwise," Grimmjow said in mock anger.

"Fuck off," Ichigo hissed as Grimmjow continued his ministration.

Resting his whole weight onto Ichigo, Grimmjow proceeded to stroke Ichigo's dick into full hardness. With every curse and restrained moan, Grimmjow got even harder. He was barely holding back from fucking Ichigo's brain out.

"I am so going to get some sexually transmitted disease from you," Ichigo grumbled in between his groaning.

"Seeing that I only fuck virgins, I doubt so," Grimmjow breathed into Ichigo's ears, "You see, I don't take seconds,"

"You bastard," Ichigo kept from crying out after a particularly harsh stroke, "I bet that you are actually a lousy fuck, so you don't want your victims to compare you against a better one,"

Grimmjow growled angrily at the comment and without warning, he used his fingers to pry open Ichigo's virgin hole and plunged his whole length in without preparation. Ichigo screamed at the pain of his hole being stretched and torn.

"How dare you say that I'm lousy? I'm going to make you take back your words, my dear Ichi," With a loud grunt, Grimmjow pulled out until only the tip of his head was encircled by the tight ring of muscles before thrusting back in.

Grimmjow watched as Ichigo bit down the scream that was threatening to emerge. His rough movements caused fresh pain to shoot up Ichigo's spine with each motion. The whimpers that escaped from Ichigo only spurred Grimmjow further and he set a fast rhythm, making sure to pound into Ichigo's prostate at every thrust.

A white haze started to fill Grimmjow's mind as he stared at Ichigo's half-dazed expression. Groaning aloud, Ichigo's hands tightened on the leather restraints on his wrists as he fought the impending orgasm. Grimmjow lifted Ichigo's feet onto the foot pegs below him and released the hand that was gripping Ichigo's erection, causing the hard length to bounce on the leather surface below it. Forcing Ichigo to lay prostrate on the motorcycle, Grimmjow could only watch and admire the view in front of him.

Each thrust rock the bike harder and pushed Ichigo closer to the edge. Ichigo closed his eyes helplessly at the sensation of his dick being bounced and scrapped across the leather of his seat saddle. Grimmjow started to knead the overheated muscles under him, causing Ichigo to gasp when he rolled his hips and struck Ichigo's prostate at the same time.

Ichigo's thighs tightened around Grimmjow and the hot muscles surrounding Grimmjow's cock clenched harshly. The orgasm ripped through Grimmjow and his vision blanked for a moment at the intensity. Grimmjow laid down on the heaving body under him and allowed his hands to wander as he caught his breath.

He pulled out of Ichigo's body after he calmed down. Vaguely, Grimmjow noted the white fluid that was dribbling out from Ichigo's hole and dick was running down the seats and the sides of the motorcycle. He smirked in satisfaction at the mess.

"So you were saying?" Grimmjow said lowly, his fingers still dancing across the surface of Ichigo's thighs, "Am I lousy, huh Ichi?"

"I can't compare with anyone, can I?" Ichigo managed to wheeze out.

Grimmjow growled at the slight. Without another word, he released the restraint on Ichigo and raised himself off the bike. He swung around and looked at Ichigo's motionless body that was laid out on the motorcycle. Hmm, nice. A mean machine and a hot body.

"Thanks for the fuck Ichi, see you around," Grimmjow laughed as Ichigo raised his head high enough to growl at him, "And you might want to get your ass covered before you meet a rapist," He turned towards the direction of his flat and strode away.

"Right, as though I haven't already met one," Ichigo's grumble filled the air and Grimmjow could only smirk at the comment.