Um, WTF is this I don't even. Requested by Rubyemmy, because otherwise she/he/it would have stolen my pretzels… But apparently it wasn't what she/he/it was asking for? IDK. Only published because she/he/it said otherwise she/he/it would publish it her/him/itself. It's pretty bad IMO. Bullshitted while half-asleep. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and thank the good Lord for that.
Ichigo found himself ruthlessly pressed against a wall by a familiar blue-haired man, one that he admittedly was not expecting to see again. This was probably because the alternatives for his support were windows and doors, both of which had the nasty habits of breaking and opening.
He struggled, of course, because what else was he to do in such a situation? "What the fuck are you doing here, Grimmjow?" he asked, and the smirk he got in return told him that he wasn't going to get a straight, vocal answer for that question. So, he tried a different angle.
…Or at the very least he was going to until his budding question was smothered to death on his lips by a rather hungry kiss.
Ichigo was confused, because the kiss was kind of nice. Grimmjow obviously wanted to rip out his guts and feed them to him, then rip off his head and take a shit down his throat, and all of that was clearly communicated in the contact, but it still felt nice.
Hence, the confusion.
So, he started to struggle again. After finally managing to push the older man away, he panted, "Seriously, what the fuck are you doing? You could have killed me just now, so why didn't you? Why did you-"
"Shut up for a second, Ichigo," commanded Grimmjow. "I'm not going to take revenge on you by killing you. This is my revenge."
He leaned in once more, his air of possession invasive and unrelenting.
'His revenge is to break me,' Ichigo realized. He didn't have time to be shocked as Grimmjow threw him onto the floor and straddled him. 'He's a monster.'
Rough hands meant to cause pain roamed across his defenseless body, and he couldn't summon the anger that he knew he should be feeling. He didn't even know what he'd do with it even if he could.
All he knew was that he was confused.
And as a tongue was once again thrust harshly into his mouth and his body and heart began to feel numb, Ichigo knew something else, too.
He was tired of fighting his monsters.