Author's Note: Hello this is my first story on and I hope everyone enjoys it. Thank you to bundamba and bayrdsm from livejournal for beta'iing my story and helping my though the process of fixing my work, without which this story would be much more confusing. Also any comments are welcome.
The brat was exhausted, Grimmjow could tell as soon as he stepped into the human world. It was even more evident when they crossed swords, he didn't know what the kid did to get so tired, but he really didn't care. As they moved in battle he noticed scores of scratches and deeper wounds that peppered the body of the teen. Soon into the fight, his sword broke through Ichigo's weak defense scoring a deep blow across his chest, leaving him to lean on his sword to remain standing.
Usually Grimmjow would have felt disappointed in such a short-lived fight with an opponent, but any time he crossed blades with Ichigo he felt a fire that scorched him.
They were fighting in the middle of a deserted clearing outside of town that the Shinigami had lured him to. The Espada had willingly gone; privacy would be best for putting the images he had flashing in his mind to practice.
Sheathing his sword Grimmjow stalked to the immobile teen and backed handed him across the face to the ground, "Where did all your fight go Shinigami?"
Glaring at his enemy from the ground with red staining his face, the substitute remained unusually quite.
"No matter, I came here for something a little different today." The Espada kicked the other's blade from his hand, grabbed the front of Ichigo's robes, and pulled him on his feet, lowering his head down to the boy's. As he went to head butt the Espada, Grimmjow grabbed a handful of soft bright hair, provoking a pained hiss.
"Now you don't want to be doing that, we're just about to start the fun." Before the other could draw a breath, Grimmjow smashed his lips to those of the teen, his tongue forcing its way past closed lips hotly licking the front of Ichigo's teeth. Stubbornly Ichigo refused to open his jaw, denying the Espada entrance to his mouth.
With the hand that was formerly holding the front of the other's robes, Grimmjow gripped his hand around the boy's neck, watching with a teeth baring grin as Ichigo fought against the hand crushing his airway. The substitute's fingers scrabbled at the iron-like appendage squeezing his trachea closed, unable to break the surface of the Espada's skin. As soon as Grimmjow let go, Ichigo opened his mouth to gasp in desperately needed oxygen. While the Vizard was busy pulling air into his lungs, the taller man forced his fingers between the back of his teeth keeping the Shinigami's jaw pried open.
Obstacle removed, the Espada forced his tongue into Ichigo's mouth, possessively exploring every nook and cranny of the intimate space. At first Ichigo fought against the hot slick muscle probing one of the few places his body had not been battle hardened, but the lack of air made his movements sluggish and weak.
Engrossed in his prey, Grimmjow failed to notice the spiritual pressure growing closer, and was taken off guard by the flash of red fire that forced him away from Ichigo. Suddenly there was an odd looking snake made of bone-like fragments wrapped around the boy, who had fallen to the ground without the Espada holding him up.
A man in Shinigami robes, with fur gathered over his shoulders stood holding the end of the snake. Tasting the spiritual pressure on the air, Grimmjow recognized it as belonging to the man that defeated one of his Fracción. The badge on his arm marked him as a lieutenant, but he had near captain level strength. To bad for the other man, that small amount of fighting power would not be enough to defeat him
His power held an interestingly wild edge to it, smelling like the jungle, humid and musky. Ichigo also had that same wildness to his scent, but it tasted more like the air before a storm, all electricity and building power. Something about the lieutenant's scent pulled at the primal part of his hollow side, making the predator in him purr.
"Get away from him Espada." The voice was calm and deep, but underneath the surface Grimmjow could feel the rage that the man was holding back.
"Why? It's not like you can do anything about it." As he spoke Grimmjow let a cero build in the palm of his hand.
Waiting, Grimmjow expected the Shinigami to throw himself at the Espada, ensuring a quick and unavoidable death. If he hadn't already known that the man had already battled one of his Fracción, an enemy that had severely outclassed him, the Arrancar would have thought that he would try to flee. Grimmjow internally snorted, not that the Soul Reaper could hope to outpace Grimmjow.
Something desperate flashed in the red head's eyes, but it was quickly gone, replaced by a calculating look.
As he watched the man in front of him changed, his stance turned from one poised on the knife's edge of battle to something more relaxed, and… The Espada looked on in disbelief as the soul reaper began to radiate planned seduction.
Living under the same roof as Aizen and his fellow Espada prepared Grimmjow for the change and he smiled as he realized the man's new tactic to save his comrade.
"I'll do anything you want me to." The voice came out in the low purr of a seasoned whore, a sharp shock from the authoritative tone that the man spoke in before.
Grimmjow took in the aesthetic side of the Shinigami in front of him; bound hair and bold lines that marked his visible flesh were the most notable parts of his appearance. The soul reaper's sword had curled tighter around his original plan and let out a low growl. Almost against his will Grimmjow found himself intrigued by the offer, he let the cero dissipate. He could always come back and find the brat latter.
"No!" A raw voice echoed from the slightly moving enclosure. "Run, Renji. I'll be fin…" A rough cough cut across the first words that Ichigo had spoken other than the beginning battle exchanges and the occasional howl of his attack. Grimmjow couldn't see the other but he smelt the fresh blood that still lingered on the breeze, and he knew that despite his words the kid would be unable to fight whatever decision was made.
"You're in no shape to fight kid, let me deal with this." The man used a tone that brokered no argument, and surprisingly the Vizard didn't respond.
The desperate plea and adamant rebuttal decided Grimmjow's mind. There was something about how the two interacted that interested he Sexta Espada, in Hueco Mundo he had never seen such a thing. In battle every Arrancar, despite some appearances of cooperation, Grimmjow knew that no matter what was said or done, ultimately they all fought for themselves.
Self-sacrifice was something that he saw among the ranks of the humans and Shinigami, he could observe it, use it to calculate his opponent's moves, but he didn't understand it. His curious nature rose and made him accept the offer.
Staring at the man in front of him Grimmjow smirked, "Well then. Strip."
If the other man was surprised by his request he didn't show it, on the other hand a sound of rage could be heard from the cocoon of bone, "Renji! Stop it, fucking run!"
Grimmjow could hear more wet coughs follow the outburst. Without looking away from Grimmjow the other man, Renji he now knew, replied, "Shut up ya idiot!" In a softer tone Renji continued, "Just ignore whatever you might hear Ichigo, we'll both be fine."
A small sound of despair was made when the substitute realized exactly how hopeless the situation was.
Finished speaking, the Shinigami laid down his sword, and Grimmjow was surprised to see the weapon curl tighter around the human soul reaper, the end disappearing into its writhing mass. Renji glanced at where Ichigo was no longer visible, then looked to the Espada and started to economically undress. There was no hesitation or embarrassment shown on the soul reaper's face or in the stance of his body.
The fiery lieutenant's obedience fed his arousal even more than his hard body or the sultry tone he had addressed the Espada with.
"Be grateful your friend here looks so nice soul reaper, or you might be the one about to be fucked." Grimmjow licked his lips as more flesh was revealed.
Calmly Renji spoke, "Ignore him Ichigo, he just wants a reaction."
With terrifying composure the Arrancar slammed the red headed man against the ground, causing him to let out a grunt of pain. A low growl sounded off to his side, and at first Grimmjow thought it came from the man's sword, but he realized the hidden male had made it.
The blue-headed man briefly placed his mouth next to the soul reaper's ear, and spoke in a low voice, "I don't doubt I'll be getting a reaction. From both of you." Pointedly looking at the spot when small sounds of distressed rage and helplessness could be heard, the Espada looked back at man below him whose eyes also darted to Ichigo's location.
Stepping back, he watched as the dazed and almost nude man wordlessly stood back up to finish undressing, Grimmjow let a grin bare his teeth as his eyes traced blood trickling down the soul reaper's temple.
Bold black lines, sharply angled, weaved their way over toned muscle, and, as the soul reaper removed the rest of his clothes, the Sexta Espada could see a grace that the man's attitude didn't betray. Not a bad catch on his part, not at all.
The man's hair was still bound. That wouldn't do. Grimmjow wanted to see the lieutenant completely undone, wild, and at his mercy leaving any part of him tied up was not acceptable. "Let down your hair too."
Interestingly, his hands hesitated at that simple bit of leather, when they didn't as he had undone his loincloth. Internally, the Espada grinned, his instincts were never wrong. As the tie was undone, long red hair flowed down over his shoulders and briefly covered part of Renji's face before he automatically swept it back.
The soul reaper stood with his hands at his side waiting for the next order. Grimmjow slowly stalked towards the man, and noticed that he remained unresponsive. With hot heat that had been burning in the bottom of his stomach since he stepped foot into the human world the Espada slid up to Renji determined to change the red head's indifferent state.
Letting his hand run through the long thick hair, the Espada pressed his lips against the Shinigami's. Unlike with Ichigo, he just pressed his lips firmly to the other man's. Renji responding in turn moved his slightly chapped lips against the Arrancar's. Feeling the soul reaper's response, Grimmjow let his grip on the slightly soft strands tighten, drawing a low moan from the red head.
Vibrations from the sound pressed against his lips and the Sexta Espada ran his tongue along the seam of the lips against his. With little hesitation they parted and let the male invade the Shinigami's mouth.
Knowing what the other expected of him, Renji let the other claim and dominate the usually brash orifice. Grimmjow let his other hand slip around the tight waist in front of him as he pushed the tattooed man into a more intense kiss. The Espada pulled the well-muscled body against his own, grinding his still clothed form against the bared one before him, mimicking the rutting of their tongues.
Using his free hand, Grimmjow slide the appendage down the long line of hardened muscle to the lieutenant's cock, he smirked into the kiss when he realized it had already started to respond to his ministrations.
Pulling away from the kiss he looked at the flushed face in front of him, "You're enjoying this aren't you? Why did you really offer yourself up today?"
The Espada not really needing an answer roughly encircled the Shinigami and squeezed, cutting off whatever reply the man might have had. The simmering lust that had been running through his veins became a rolling boil as he felt Renji buck into his hand.
Uneven breathing from behind him told Grimmjow that Ichigo had not fallen unconscious yet. He still yearned to feel the human beneath him, bloody, enraged, and caught up too much in desire to do anything about it; this was the next best thing. The substitute was being forced to witnesses how his own weakness would lead to his enemy taking his comrade.
Time was short, the Espada knew that the rest of the town's protectors would eventually defeat the Arrancar he had sent as distraction, and so he slammed the Shinigami to a nearby tree.
With one hand Grimmjow loosened the fabric holding his hakama up and let it drop to the ground. To keep the other male pinned face first to the tree, the hollow kept one hand on his neck.
"I would like to spend more time with such an obscene body, especially with such an attentive audience. But I don't think we have enough time to play, so spread your legs like a good little whore."
No response other than the quick obeying of the commandment and bracing himself against the tree with his arms came from the red head. When Renji turned his head to look behind him towards the Sexta Espada, he noticed that eyes that had been fiery when he confronted Grimmjow were fogged with lust and held a dullness that signaled mental escape.
His sadistic nature noticed that this wouldn't do. In a low voice that could only be heard by the lieutenant, Grimmjow leant against the back in front of him and spoke into the Shinigami's ear, "It seems like you've done this before. Is this how you got to be a lieutenant, did you lie on your back for your captain? Did he give you your position so that he could have a pretty fuck toy on call?"
Anger sparked into Renji's eyes, but he still refused to speak. Wanting something more defeated, the Espada was still pleased that the other man still retained feeling. Unsheathing his sword Grimmjow cut a long wound on the other back. For a moment the sight of rich blood running down the furrow that the spine created transfixed the hollow.
The red head flinched and gasped lightly as he was cut, but refused to respond further, the Espada was finding himself impressed despite himself.
Leaning down Grimmjow licked the curve of the soul reapers spine with broad strokes of his tongue, sampling the coppery taste and feeling a jolt of arousal spike in his veins as he heard a muffled moan from the Shinigami.
Tearing himself away from the intoxicating taste, the Espada gathered the freely flowing blood and slicked his painfully hard cock. Using more of the crimson liquid he roughly prepared the Shinigami.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Grimmjow slammed into the tight passage of the man in front of him. A scream tore its way out of the soul reaper's throat.
"You bastard!" Dull thumping sounds were heard where, surprisingly, Ichigo was still hidden by Renji's sword.
Ichigo's rage, the sounds from Renji, and the smooth pressure on his cock almost made Grimmjow come before he even started.
"Ichigo calm down. For me." Pain and worry replaced the authority that had echoed in the lieutenant's voice only minutes ago, and Ichigo's only response was to stop beating on his temporary cage.
Trust and self-sacrifice were once again evident, curiosity flitted across the Espada's mind but the hot and feral man under him moved his hips burning all thoughts not related to their coupling from his brain.
"Are we going to do this or are you just going to stand around all day." While still pained, the Shinigami's tone now also held a mocking quality to it.
Like the human's eyes, the sound of the lieutenant brought forth Grimmjow's need to defeat his prey.
Without reply the hollow set a vicious pace, slamming into the red head hard enough, that he knew his bones would leave bruises on the Shinigami's flesh. No time for finesse, Grimmjow searched for the sensitive tissue that would make the other, no matter how unwilling, feel pleasure.
If he hadn't been paying attention, the Espada would have easily missed Renji's reaction. No sound escaped the soul reaper when he first hit it, but the slight tensing of his body gave him away.
The rough way that the Arrancar was fucking into the hard Shinigami body would kill most humans and other creatures with low spiritual pressure, but he knew that the red head would be able to take it. In an attempt to make sure that the Espada would not underestimate their opponents, or whatever was Aizen's convoluted plan that day, they were told that Shinigami like the Arrancar learned how to be able to do anything while in pain, the Sexta Espada assumed that included feeling pleasure.
Grimmjow didn't command Renji to let loose the noises that were now more from pleasure than pain, they would just be that much sweeter when they were unwillingly released.
Arousal and the scent of slightly increased spiritual pressure broke through the smell of blood hanging around the lieutenant. One hand that was gripping the red head's hip in a tight grip loosened and slid to grab the Shinigami's cock. Fingering the hard flesh Grimmjow felt the slickness of pre-cum.
The Arrancar breathed down the back of the lieutenant's neck, "Oh you like this don't you? I can feel how wet you are for me."
With no response Grimmjow set himself to rhythmically sliding his fist up and down Renji's cock and he thrust deeply into his body. Twin pleasure of being fucked and having a large warm hand around his cock resulted in Renji no longer being able to hold back the noise of his pleasure, despite his torn and bloody lips that he had bitten in a desperate bid to remain silent.
As he started to match the rhythm of his two motions Grimmjow heard Renji let a low moan escape his lips, and the Espada purred.
Loudly the Arrancar spoke over the noises that Renji produced, "You're such a dirty freak. You like having your enemy fuck you so hard you bleed? You can't defend anyone. Someone who is as weak as you is only good for a fuck."
"Renji… You're not weak." Ichigo's voice was softer than Grimmjow had ever heard it, and he knew that the other noticed the difference when he tightened under him, causing the Espada to grit his teeth from coming right there.
Once again lowering his voice the blue headed man let the final phase of his quickly hewn plan fall into place, "I know how you feel about that human over there, you love him don't you? Do you really think he'll want anything to do with you knowing what a slut you are? He'll be disgusted every time he looks at you. He will only be able to think about what I did to you while he listened."
Renji's shoulders slumped; Grimmjow could feel him giving up.
Victory.
Pleasure tore at his flesh, like the teeth of a wild animal mauling its prey, and with the knowledge of the Shinigami's defeat Grimmjow came, roaring his release into the dark.
The Espada knew his job wasn't done for the night, without pause he kept up the punishing strokes on the lieutenant's cock. Nuzzling the neck in front of him, Grimmjow slowly licked the lines of the tattoos there.
Letting go of the others cock, the Espada brought his hand to the red head's chest scratching and tracing the hard planes of inked muscle there. The other sword callused hand came to rest around Renji's neck.
Grimmjow could feel the Shinigami's impending orgasm. "Jerk yourself off." Hesitation resounded in the other man's frame, "Do you want me to go over and get the human?"
Currents of lust twisted in his nerve endings as he watched Renji quickly obey his command. That untamed spirit pressure that surrounded the man increased as he neared completion, as it only can during the fiercest of orgasms.
Choked moans and pants were breathed into the air in front of the Shinigami. Purring, Grimmjow remained leaning against the other man, "That's right, come screaming my name."
Renji opened his mouth, and in the same instance the air around them turned the color of fire. "Hadō #31!"
Blaming his recent release and still sheathed in the red head, Grimmjow didn't have time to protect himself from the blast. Even with his protective Hierro he could feel the searing pain of the fire as it burned across his front.
Flying through the air he heard the lieutenant hoarsely cry out, "Now Ichigo!"
The world seemed to move in slow motion, Grimmjow looked to where Ichigo had been protected. Renji's sword was no longer wrapped around the human; instead a simple katana lay on the ground in front of Ichigo. The human's eyes were black with golden irises, his expression was furious, blood trickled from a panting mouth, and for the briefest moment Ichigo's spirit pressure swept appearance, sword raised, caused a glimmer of fear to make its presence known in Grimmjow's mind.
Ichigo, with a rasping cry let his blade drop, "Getsuga Tenshō."
Before, Ichigo's attacks had always tasted of a storm, but now Grimmjow felt like he was struck by the raw energy of lightening, compared to the gale that was the human's former attacks. Energy shot through him, every nerve was hyper aware and buzzing from what he eventually categorized as pain, and for an agony filled second the Sexta Espada thought that he was done for.
Crumpling against some trees, the Arrancar felt the substitute's spiritual pressure collapse. While he had only come for Ichigo the other Shinigami provided to be interesting as well. His spirit pressure's taste wasn't just for show; he was just as crafty as the wild creature hinted.
Pulling himself to his feet, he headed to the clearing he was thrown out of. About to reach the tree break he finally felt the presence of the town's other protectors.
Grimmjow hesitated. There would be no better time to grab the two; while they were both so close to unconsciousness. He didn't know when Aizen would let him come back to the human world to keep the Shinigami distracted, but he was severely injured, and he would never say aloud, that he was not in any shape to battle the town's substantial defense.
Making up his mind the Espada ripped open a Garganta. Stepping through the torn dimensions he let his awareness spread over the two feral spiritual pressures. Despite the deep cuts and burns that covered his body Grimmjow smiled, while the red headed man's desperate stall had worked for now he would be back soon for Ichigo, and his soul reaper comrade.
TBC