Title: Better Than Nothing
Author: Dragondream08
Rating: NC-17 (sex and language)
Pairing: Grimmjow Jeagerjacques x Ichigo Kurosaki
Word Count: 1,192
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
Comments: There's an illustrated version of this at my livejournal – you can find a link on my profile. I'm planning on fleshing this out, so you guys would be safe in expecting more. )

Start.

There's nothing soft or gentle about what they do; when they drag their fingers across each other's skin, they leave deep gashes and welts, and when they grind against each other, their hips move in frantic, startled jerks. It's as painful as it is pleasurable, just like everything else they do – as if they can't keep their passions straight, can't figure out how to react to each other. Do they try to rend the flesh from their bones, basking in the gore and uninhibited violence, or do they try to push together, hard enough that their bodies meld into one?

"Shit, you're fuckin' good," Grimmjow growls appreciatively as he thrusts swiftly into Ichigo – hard and quick, just like they both like it.

"Fuck," Ichigo moans, his eyes closed tightly and his teeth gritted. His back is being scraped raw by the tree he's pushed up against – and it's got some of the roughest bark that he's ever felt. Grimmjow's hands are getting scraped up, too: they're planted firmly on either side of Ichigo's head, gripping the trunk so tightly that the bark is crumbling and catching in the cuts on his palms. Ichigo's hands are wrung in the forest's mossy undergrowth; only the lower half of their bodies are touching. The scarcity of contact is made up for by the strength and passion of it.

Legs wrapped around the other man's waist, Ichigo forces him in deeper with each jerk. It burns beautifully, and Ichigo, smirking, clenches his muscles around Grimmjow's cock. The answering groan of "Holy fuck!" brings a gasped chuckle to his lips.

And then Ichigo feels the simmering heat in his groin brought to a full boil, and Grimmjow must have felt it, too, because he suddenly drops down and smashes his lips to Ichigo's. They rake their hands across each other's bodies, leaving trails of puffed up, red skin, and Ichigo moans approvingly as the arrancar drives into him with even more frenzied and powerful strokes. He positively shrieks when a hand wraps around him and jerks him off to the rhythm of their fucking.

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo gasps as he comes, his body wracked with small spasms and tremors, and he feels Grimmjow follow shortly after with a loud, reverberating groan.

They ride out their orgasms with a few more thrusts before Grimmjow collapses onto Ichigo gruffly and heavily. For minutes after, all they hear is the wind rustling through the leaves and the loud pants of their breath. It's strangely peaceful, considering that this is Grimmjow and Ichigo.

The peace doesn't last that long; Ichigo can feel his skin – everywhere on his body – begin to hurt in a fierce sting, and this is the part of sex that he dislikes most because his skin will keep burning for days. It's especially bad when they do this while he's still in his human body – then he has to wear turtlenecks and jeans for weeks afterward.

"Bastard," Ichigo grumbles and tries to shift Grimmjow off of him, but the arrancar doesn't budge. "Fuckin' get off me!"

Grimmjow just sinks his teeth into Ichigo's already-abused neck and gives a rumbling growl. "Not fuckin' done with ya." With a smirk and a lick, he adds, "Bitch."

Snarling, Ichigo punches Grimmjow's shoulder and spins them around in one quick lunge. Sitting against Grimmjow – who, in turn is sitting against the tree – Ichigo grinds their hips together.

"Bitch!" Grimmjow hisses, more vehemently now, and he digs his fingers into Ichigo's hips.

"Shit, you're a horny fuck. I can't believe you're already hard again." Ichigo, nonetheless, massages Grimmjow's scratched chest, moving with a sort of wicked gentleness, and he grins broadly, splitting his bruised lips open, when Grimmjow drops his head back and moans. Rolling his hips to the arrancar's, Ichigo murmurs, "Like it?"

Grimmjow, in response, pulls Ichigo up and then pushes him down on his cock once more, paying no heed to the redhead's wince.

"Fuckin' love fuckin' ya," Grimmjow growls, gripping Ichigo's hips more tightly and forcing the redhead to ride him.

"Fuck you. I – hate you." The statements are punctuated by loud moans as Ichigo moves with the steady rhythm of a metronome. Head thrown back, his eyes squint at the sunlight streaming through the canopy and he weaves his hands over Grimmjow's, clenching and unclenching them as they guide him. When teeth and lips graze the skin of Ichigo's collarbone, he thinks vaguely how strange it is that this fuck is going so tenderly compared to the others.

Minutes fly by with only the sound of skin slapping skin, before suddenly Grimmjow and Ichigo's sharp cries mingle as orgasms grip their bodies.

In the silence that follows Ichigo tries to ignore the guilt that trickles into his stomach like a sickness. No – he isn't doing anything wrong. By having sex with the enemy and by thoroughly enjoying it, he's not betraying anyone. What they do on the sidelines has no effect in this war. It's not wrong, not, not, not.

Ichigo stands up and feels warm liquid trail down his thighs uncomfortably. He wrinkles his nose and moves to wipe the bloody come away but Grimmjow stops him. After throwing a smirk to Ichigo, he shoves his nose between the redhead's legs and licks the fluid up, chuckling when this elicits a gasp.

The tongue starts to get too close to his groin, so Ichigo quickly grabs a fist-full of Grimmjow's cerulean hair and pulls the arrancar away.

"Horny bastard," Ichigo grumbles as he swiftly flits away and gathers up his haphazardly strewn clothes. Grimmjow just smirks at him and languidly picks up his own uniform.

They change in silence but when Ichigo starts to pull on his sash he hears Grimmjow say, "Aizen knows," and that's all he needs to freeze completely.

"What?" he asks, lips tugging downward and eyes wide. "How did . . . ? You didn't –"

"Fuck no. D'ya think I'm a fuckin' retard?" Grimmjow growls and strides over to Ichigo. "I dun' have a clue how the bastard found out." His angry eyes compound the truth of the statement.

"But – he didn't kill you," Ichigo murmurs and he takes a step away from Grimmjow.

The expressions that the arrancar gains then is the most un-Grimmjow-like expression that Ichigo has ever seen and he unconsciously takes another step back. Grimmjow is never supposed to look worried, for God's sake.

"He fuckin' told me to either" – Grimmjow pulls close to Ichigo and grabs his wrist – "kill you or bring you back with me to Hueco Mundo."

Like a statue, Ichigo can't move – and neither can Grimmjow, it seems, as they both warily stare at each other, motionless.

"If," Ichigo starts with a thick tongue but strong voice, "you take me back, I'll hate you."

A tired grin pulls Grimmjow's face.

"I thought you already fuckin' did."

Frowning, Ichigo opens his mouth to reply but he's interrupted by a sharp pain at his side, which instantly causes his body to seize up. And then his vision melts to gray and he hears, "Hate is better than fuckin' nothing."

He sighs as his mind falls into unconsciousness.

End.