Pearls
Summary: Grimmjow is released from prison, breaking into Ichigo's house for shelter. With his boyfriend out of town for work, Ichigo is defenseless. But a neko in heat is nearly irresistible. Possible Mpreg.
Chapter 1
Blue hair glistened in the light, cerulean eyes watching their prey silently. Sharp teeth marked the symbol of a predator, a long tongue licking chapped lips. Grimmjow stayed silently leaning against the bedroom door, watching the sleeping neko with aroused hunger.
He was stuck between the jaws of killing the neko for fun, or force himself on him for pleasure. Grimmjow did not want to go back to another five years or more in jail for rape or murder, but since the neko decided to live in such a secluded place, Grimmjow couldn't resist himself.
The neko stirred in it's sleep, it's head popping from beneath the sheets. Grimmjow saw the bright orange hair, his hands clenching into fists.
How bad he yearned to pull that hair and make the neko scream his name. Grimmjow calmed himself, moving into the shadows as the neko sat up in bed. Its brown eyes looked around blurrily, the neko feeling he had been watched while he slept.
Grimmjow grinned.
He liked his prey alert. They ran faster that way.
The phone on the dresser started to vibrate, the neko clumsily reaching over and grabbing it. He flipped open the phone, bringing it to his ear. He yawned, stretching an arm over his head.
"Why are you calling so late Renji?" The neko asked, his voice cracking with the weight of sleep. Grimmjow licked his lips when the neko pushed the blankets off his body, showing a near naked form. Only a small pair of boxers covered his lower torso, his orange tail rubbing against the blanket near his thigh.
Grimmjow fought his urge to attack, waiting for the neko to finish his call.
"Renji, I told you. Don't come back till my heat passes. It's gonna start in a few days." The neko stopped talking, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow at the mention of a heat. That meant the neko was a beta. Grimmjow was only a half breed himself, though all he had to show for it was sharp teeth and pointer than normal ears. His spine didn't connect like a cats, but he never seemed to care or notice.
His father had been an alpha, and Grimmjow inherited that title, even as a half-breed. It made him feared by both full breeds and humans.
"Renji your not a neko like me. Even if we tried we couldn't get pregnant. Plus I have to finish my book. I can't do that if you distract me." Grimmjow held back a chuckle, never guessing the neko for a writer. He didn't mind that at all though, sniffing the air.
The neko looked up towards his direction, his almost cute cat ears twitching. His attention was grabbed away by the voice on the phone, Grimmjow trying hard to stifle any other noises. The neko was on the stages of pre-heat, and the smell almost intoxicated him. He had mated enough times with sterile neko's to know control though.
"Listen Renji, I'll call you when it's over." The neko hung up, throwing his phone across the room. The so called Renji had obviously said something wrong for the neko to act like that, Grimmjow stealthily moving back and out of the house. The front door had been unlocked, to Grimmjow's luck. There was no proof he had even been there, and he enjoyed it that way.
He went back outside, closing the door softly. He had taken the liberty while the neko slept to change his clothes, using what he guessed were Renji's clothes. They were a little tight, but Grimmjow liked the effect they gave his body.
He knocked on the door, tearing the front of his shirt and prickling his skin so he would bleed just a bit. It took a minute but the door was opened, the orange haired neko now fully clothed. Grimmjow put on his most pleading face, holding his bleeding chest as he pretended to be out of breath.
"Can I use your phone please? A bear just attacked me and I lost everything," Grimmjow pleaded urgently, the neko quickly getting him in and out of the rain that started to violently pour.
"Are you okay?" The neko asked in an urgent voice, giving Grimmjow his cellphone. Grimmjow grit his teeth, digging his claws further into his chest to make the wound look worse.
"I barely managed to escape," he gasped, Ichigo sitting him down at his table.
"Stay here while I get my first aid kit," the neko ordered, rushing inside the hallway towards his bathroom. Grimmjow smirked, taking out the battery of the phone and crushing it in his fist. He dropped the pieces in the trash, pushing the trash a tad further away. He put the phone on the table, clutching his chest again as Ichigo ran back.
"Your phone won't work," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo putting down the first aid kit and grabbing his phone. Grimmjow moved swiftly, pinning Ichigo against the table with his left hand twisted around his back. Ichigo yelped, Grimmjow covering his mouth with a hand. Ichigo's eyes looked to him with fear, Grimmjow grinning back. He liked the way the neko looked like this.
"Don't scream pretty. Nobody will hear you anyway." The neko nodded, Grimmjow slowly removing his hand. The neko was smart enough not to scream, panting softly as his eyes never left's Grimmjow's face out of fear he would hurt him.
"What's your name pretty?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo's lips shaking at first. He swallowed down his sob, parting his lips to speak.
"I-Ichigo," he stuttered, Grimmjow humming softly as he ran a hand over Ichigo's ass. Ichigo's eyes widened in fear, struggling hard to get free and away from Grimmjow. He almost did, Grimmjow having underestimated his power. He tightened his hold on his arm, pulling it hard to the point it would break with any amount of pressure or movement. Ichigo cried out, stopping in his struggles with a small whimper of pain.
"Move and I'll have to hurt you pretty," Grimmjow whispered in his ear, Ichigo gaining a tad bit of confidence since he knew he was almost as powerful as his predator.
"Ichigo. My name is Ichigo asshole," Ichigo grit out, Grimmjow chuckling deep in his throat. He licked the back of Ichigo's neck, the neko twisting his upper lip in disgust. Grimmjow bit down gently, nipping the skin so he wouldn't hurt the neko too much. He wanted him awake for what he wanted to do to him.
"Well then Ichigo, I want to play a game." Grimmjow bit down on Ichigo's shoulder, Ichigo's eyes widening but no noise left his throat. Grimmjow licked and nipped the expansion of skin, loving the way he made the neko uncomfortable with unwanted arousal.
"You like this, don't you?" Grimmjow purred into his ear, the neko quiet as he closed his eyes to push away what was happening to him.
"I've been watching you for a while, Ichigo. Tell me, how would you feel if I helped you with your little…problem?" Ichigo shook his head with a whimper, knowing full well what Grimmjow was talking about. He was begging for Renji to come, to disobey what he told him.
Ichigo felt helpless, and the arousal that he felt made him feel dirty. He let out a small sob, Grimmjow shushing him softly.
"Don't cry pretty. I'll make it worth your while." Grimmjow lifted Ichigo off the table, the orange haired neko's struggles bursting anew. Grimmjow let go of his arm, not wanting to break him just yet. He caught the punch aimed for his face, the one against his stomach hurting but not enough to take his breath away.
"Let go of me!" Ichigo yelled at him, Grimmjow surprised when claws scratched along his chest. It actually hurt as well, Grimmjow grabbing Ichigo by the hair and dragging him to his room. He slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. He dropped Ichigo, the neko gripping his head.
"Get up," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo slowly getting to his feet. He took a few quick steps back, pinning himself against the window. Grimmjow knew he wanted to jump out, but the neko wouldn't get far.
"I suggest you don't run Ichigo. You'll excite me enough to hunt you down." Ichigo was panting out of fear, Grimmjow smelling it like the sweetest aroma.
"Get on the bed Ichigo," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo unlocking the window. Grimmjow grinned, cracking his knuckles. Ichigo froze, his voice shaky as he spoke.
"W-What will you do to m-me when your done?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow shrugging his shoulders.
"Leave probably. You wouldn't be able to call the cops anyway." Ichigo looked to the landline phone on his dresser, Grimmjow chuckling softly.
"I took the liberty of cutting your lines for you. We don't want anyone interfering, do we?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo looking back to him with fear filled eyes. Grimmjow licked his lips, waiting for what the writer would do. For a long moment he didn't move, Grimmjow growing impatient.
"Get on the bed."
Ichigo looked to him, his body visibly shaking as he walked over to the bed silently. He sat down, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"Take off your clothes. All of it," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo flinching under the weight of his voice. He didn't look to him as he stripped off his clothing, everything slowly falling to the ground. Grimmjow was nearly shaking in anticipation when Ichigo took off his boxers, dropping the article of clothing onto the ground.
Grimmjow grabbed a long piece of cloth he had in his back pocket for choking people, walking over to Ichigo slowly.
He touched the cloth to his neck, Ichigo leaning away from it. Grimmjow was tempted to choke him, but instead he covered his eyes with it. Ichigo whimpered in fear, Grimmjow shushing him softly.
"Think of me as your lover, Ichigo. It'll be better for both of us." Grimmjow pushed Ichigo back, laying the neko down on the bed. He touched a hand to his thigh, rubbing the expansion of flesh with a soft hum. He got down to a knee, licking the flaccid member presented before him.
Ichigo grit his teeth, but he refused to make any noise. Grimmjow picked up the flaccid member, putting the head between his lips. Ichigo tensed beneath him, his hands gripping the sheets when Grimmjow sucked hard on the sensitive flesh. Grimmjow watched the neko's every move, listened to every noise that echoed above the sound of suction and slurping.
Grimmjow took him deep, Ichigo arching with a cry of pleasure. Grimmjow was glad he could get such a pretty noise, reaching a hand up and playing with the small peaks on the large expansion of Ichigo's chest. He slurped loudly, drool sliding down his chin and over Ichigo's balls.
Grimmjow pulled back, slurping on the head. He used his tongue to lift the extra skin of the foreskin, Ichigo moaning under his breath. Grimmjow swore he heard Renji roll off the neko's lips, his inner sadist screaming in delight. He liked it when his victims forgot who was really doing this to them, their minds only concentrating on the pleasure to forget the truth.
He was sick and he knew it, but the satisfaction he got was too much to ignore.
Grimmjow felt the member in his mouth become fully hard, sucking harder and bobbing his head to get the neko to cum. Ichigo cried out Renji's name, his thighs tightening against Grimmjow's head as he came.
Grimmjow obediently drank the sweet nectar that went down his throat, rubbing his fingers in the saliva from the blowjob to slicken them. He spit over the neko's hole, rubbing the liquid around before pushing a finger in. Ichigo gasped, moving his hips to try to make the uncomfortable feeling go away. Grimmjow moved it slowly in and out, adding a second when he felt Ichigo was ready.
Grimmjow didn't speak, letting the neko enjoy his fantasy. He scissored his fingers, Ichigo grunting softly in discomfort.
"Why are you doing this?" Ichigo whispered, Grimmjow twisting his fingers and pushing up. Ichigo moaned, pressing down against his fingers. Grimmjow pulled his fingers out when he was sure the neko was stretched enough. He stood up tall, undoing his zipper. Ichigo froze, reaching for the blindfold. Grimmjow grabbed his hand, pinning his hands above his head with one hand. He pushed his pants down with the other, Ichigo shaking his head.
"Please stop," he whispered, Grimmjow spitting into his palm and rubbing the small amount of lubricant on the head of his member.
"Renji stop," the neko whispered, completely gone in his fantasy. Grimmjow leaned down, whispering low into the neko's twitching ear.
"Are you a virgin?" He whispered, Ichigo nodding. Grimmjow wanted to cheer but kept it inside, keeping his voice low as he spoke.
"What if I'm gentle?" He whispered, Ichigo arching against him when he bit onto his shoulder. Grimmjow lined himself up, pushing slowly inside. Ichigo whimpered below him, Grimmjow moving slowly into the tight passage. His jaw became lax at the heat and constriction, pushing in a tad harder.
Ichigo tensed under him, Grimmjow stopping in his slow movements. He kissed Ichigo's shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Ichigo slowly relaxed, Grimmjow moving in bit by bit till he was fully sheathed.
Ichigo panted beneath him, Grimmjow trying hard not to just start thrusting and hurt the boy more than he needed to. Ichigo shifted below him, Grimmjow taking that as his cue. He let go of Ichigo's wrists, grabbing both of his thighs and lifting them up till they nearly touched Ichigo's chest. Ichigo grunted in discomfort, reaching a hand down and touching his fingers to Grimmjow's stomach.
Grimmjow pulled out slowly, thrusting in hard to feed his hunger. Ichigo cried out in pain, Grimmjow pulling out and thrusting back in softer. He slowly built up a rhythm, Ichigo moaning softly beneath him when his thrusts hit his prostate.
Grimmjow pulled Ichigo down some, thrusting in harder. Ichigo cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain when Grimmjow went in deep, Grimmjow's eyes rolling into the back of his head. He thrust in hard and fast, Ichigo covering his mouth to muffle his cries of pleasure. Drool spilled between his fingers, Grimmjow panting and groaning as he had his way with his prey.
Ichigo threw his head back, his member fully hard once again. Grimmjow lowered down a bit, allowing himself to go in deeper. Ichigo moved his hips, pushing down against him with uncertain and hesitant bumps. It was enough to turn Grimmjow on more; a hard slap delivered to Ichigo's ass. Ichigo cried out in pleasure, Grimmjow grinning when he realized he had found a good little masochist.
He slapped his ass harder, digging his claws into to the point they almost broke the surface of his skin. Ichigo moaned, completely lost in his fantasy. Grimmjow liked what he could do, never actually been put in jail for rape before. Murder, yes. But he got his victims so lost in their fantasy; they could hardly remember his face.
In a way, he was helping them both get a bit of pleasure. In short, every alpha had a special power or technique to seduce a beta. This just happened to be his. So to be fair, he would just call this mating.
Grimmjow tilted his head back, the slap of skin against skin accompanied with Ichigo's moans and Grimmjow's occasional groans. Ichigo gripped the sheets, arching his back off the bed and crying out when Grimmjow tilted his thrust into his prostate. Grimmjow was close to finishing, stroking Ichigo quickly. Ichigo only needed two strokes to cum, Grimmjow going cross-eyed when he tightened around his member and milked him of his orgasm.
Grimmjow pulled out slowly when he finished cumming, falling down next to Ichigo. Ichigo was panting, barely conscious after that. The power of an alpha could knock out anybody after a round, though Grimmjow hoped Ichigo wouldn't be that case. He had never been with somebody who made him go cross-eyed like that, and he liked it. Maybe he could go a few more rounds with his cute neko.
Ichigo gasped when he was pulled onto Renji's body, a hard member pressing against his ass. Ichigo rose up slowly, his head falling back as he slid down onto the hard member. His brain flashed a face in his vision as he road Renji's member, Ichigo confused. The face was definitely not Renji's, but Ichigo was sure it was Renji who he slept with.
Even if it wasn't, for some reason Ichigo didn't care at the moment. His heat was coming, and it didn't care who took him. Just as long as they could keep up with his demands.
Ichigo woke up the next morning, waking up alone in bed. He sat up, his lower back hurting. Ichigo hissed softly, slowly getting out of bed. He looked down to his thighs, his inner thighs caked with cum and small traces of blood. Ichigo frowned, looking around the room.
When he remembered, his eyes widened in disgust and disbelief.
No.
Author's note: New story guys. I know a little different from what I usually do.