A/N: When I first posted this I had every intention of leaving it as a one-shot but my muse had other ideas, so now I have another chapter in the works. But right now I'm just switching this fic to in-progress. Try to keep in mind that I'm working on three fics at the same time, so it might take me a bit to finish and post. Oh, and thanks to everyone that left me positive (to me) reviews (some of which asked for more).
A/N: Since it's an AU where Ichigo and the others are friends with the Arrancar army Grimmjow has both arms (it's also because I said so ^_^).
Warnings (Why it's rated M): Slight non-con, Yaoi (Male/Male relationships), lemon, possible OOC-ness, AU; if you don't like… Go read something else! This also applies to those of you who aren't allowed to read mature content.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach! But I do own my plot… I think.
Heat
"It means strawberry…" The casual words made Ichigo's eye twitch.
"What was that?" He asked calmly but with a slight growl to his voice, despite the fact that he already knew the answer.
"Your name, it means strawberry." Szayel glanced up from the beaker he was holding then returned to his 'work'. He knew how the teen would react, he was counting on it.
"It means 'One who protects'!" Ichigo practically shouted in Szayel's ear.
"Please don't do that…" He paused to swirl the liquid in the beaker before adding more "And your name does mean strawberry." He added more liquid as Ichigo became more irate.
"It does not!" Szayel feigned exasperation as he turned toward the orange-haired teen.
"Yes it… Oh… sorry…" The smile on his face said Szayel wasn't sorry in the least, he had just 'accidentally' spilled the entire contents of the full beaker on the teen. Grimmjow, who had just entered the room, gave a slight twitch as he caught the scent.
"What the Hell is this stuff!" Szayel put his hands up and started to back away. "Where are you going? Szayel get back here! Tell me what this is!" The stuff was dripping on his face from his hair, oozing down his back, and running down his chest, torso, and thighs.
"You'll find out for yourself soon enough…" Grimmjow was already stalking up behind the teen. "Have fun." Szayel closed the door, but not before seeing Grimmjow rub his cheek against Ichigo's.
Ichigo stiffened when Grimmjow rubbed his face against his, moving his hands up and down Ichigo's arms in an almost gentle manner. He gave a little gasp when the Espada's tongue shot out to lick his cheek. Just as quickly as it had come, the tongue was gone. "Ichi… go…" Grimmjow all but purred in Ichigo's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. The Sexta Espada pulled his flush against him and he felt what he was sure was the other's arousal.
"Grimmjow… wh… what are you…? Ack!" Ichigo cut off when he was swept off his feet, the blue haired Espada holding him close to his chest. The Sexta strode from Szayel's lab, purposely heading for his room. "Grimmjow I…"
"I know what you want Ichigo." The teen had been going to say he could walk on his own and demand to know what was going on. Grimmjow's words seemed to suggest something Ichigo hadn't thought about. Ichigo opened his mouth to ask what the other was talking about but was cut off with, "Hush," and then Grimmjow was kissing him in a halfway feral manner. After a moment of light panting the Espada spoke in that odd, almost purring tone, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Ichigo, senses still reeling from the unexpected kiss, could only think, What the Hell! By the time he'd shaken off his confusion and shock he was being thrown face down on Grimmjow's bed. The Espada held him there by the back of his neck and impatiently tore his clothes away. Now exposed to the air his skin rose in goose bumps and he shivered.
"What are you doing!" He struggled until Grimmjow applied pressure to a point on the back of his neck. He suddenly found he was unable to move; so he shouted instead. "Grimmjow, get off!"
Grimmjow's P.O.V.
Grimmjow watched the teen do exactly what he had expected him to do, struggle. He found and applied pressure to a pressure point on the back of the brown eyed teen's neck. Ichigo froze immediately; face down, on his knees, and with his ass in the air. "Grimmjow, get off!" The Espada responded by adding a little more pressure. A sound halfway between a whimper and a mewl came from the teen's throat. It sent shivers of need through Grimmjow's body, making his clothes seem like an annoying hindrance. He removed his jacket, sash, and then his hakama.
The scent coming from Ichigo was driving him crazy, had been since he'd caught wind of it in Szayel's lab. It had hit him hard, causing his instincts to go into overdrive. The scent covering the teen was calling to Grimmjow like a siren. It seemed to whisper that Ichigo wanted… it, real bad. He positioned himself on his knees behind Ichigo, leaning over the teen slightly to maintain his grip on the other's neck.
Ichigo's P.O.V.
Ichigo felt the bed shift to accommodate Grimmjow; letting out a low moan as the Espada's heated skin rubbed against his own before coming to his senses. When something else brushed against him he shouted, "Don't you dare! Grimmjow…!" He hissed in pain when Grimmjow pushed into him without warning or preparation. "Stop!" Tears came to his eyes and a few slipped down his cheeks. "Hurts…" He forced the word through gritted teeth then realized the only movements the Sexta was making was to nuzzle Ichigo's neck.
He was glad Grimmjow had enough sense left to wait until he adjusted to the intrusion. Then again, as soon as Ichigo relaxed the Sexta began to move in a painful way. Each thrust was angled differently until, "Ahh!" He heard Grimmjow growl in triumph as he began hitting the same spot over and over; setting a harder, faster pace. Pleasure over came pain and Ichigo found himself moaning with Grimmjow's thrusts. He was vaguely aware of the pressure being removed from the back of his neck.
"Grimm… jow… wha… ha…" he cut off as the blue haired Espada leaned over him and started sucking on his earlobe. Another protest rose to Ichigo's lips, "St… ahn!" Grimmjow bit down on his ear, gave it apologetic lick, and moved on. One of Grimmjow's hands coaxed first one nipple then the other into hardness before caressing lower to stroke his erection and make the rest of his protests evaporate. Everything dissolved into touching and being touched.
All that mattered was Grimmjow thrusting inside him. The blue eyed Espada nipped, licked, and sucked everywhere his mouth could reach; skilled fingers pinched and caressed the rest. Ichigo couldn't take much more; his hands were scrabbling at the bed, searching for purchase, as he moved his hips with Grimmjow's thrusts. "Grimmjow… gonna…" He trailed off with a whimper as Grimmjow pulled out of him, thinking the Sexta wasn't going to finish. Ichigo reached for the other, almost desperately, just to gasp in surprise as he was flipped over.
"Don't worry… I just wanna see your face…" With those words Grimmjow pushed back in and Ichigo grabbed broad shoulders for balance, throwing his head back in a moan. Ichigo wondered briefly how Grimmjow could thrust in such a position, but the thought died as he was sent over the edge and filled with ecstasy.
"Grimmjow…!" He came over his and Grimmjow's stomachs. A few thrusts later Grimmjow spilled his seed deep inside him.
"Ichigo…!" Grimmjow's teeth bit into Ichigo's shoulder, drawing blood and a yelp.
"…the Hell! Why'd you bite me!"
"I just wanna make sure everyone knows yer mine." Grimmjow answered matter-of-factly as he laid them both down. Ichigo felt his face flush.
"Hey,"
"Yeah?"
"Remind me to thank Szayel." Grimmjow gave a slight twitch, deep blue eyes narrowing.
"Tsk. Whatever."
"And…" He gripped ice blue hair and pulled Grimmjow into a short kiss. "I love you, Grimm." Grimmjow smirked.
"Love ya too, Ichi." The smirk widened into his signature grin. "Does this mean ya wanna go again?"
"You're not satisfied!" His chocolate eyes widened in slight panic. Sure he wouldn't mind going a few more rounds, but he'd also like to be able to walk to school tomorrow.
"It's jus that ya smell like ya want more…" Grimmjow muttered as he nuzzled Ichigo's neck.
"Th… that's not my fault! Szayel's the one that…" Grimmjow cut him off with a kiss.
END
A/N: I was going to stop at -"You're not satisfied!"- but couldn't help tacking on the last bit. ^_^ Anyway, constructive criticism is welcome, cuz I can't fix my mistakes if I don't know what they are. Well, I hope you take a little extra time to review. Thanks for reading! ^^