Author's Note: Spent this summer reading bleach fics and got totally hooked on Grimmichi! ^_- This will be my first bleach story! I had so much fun writting it! But it's still my first yaoi so I hope it's not too bad and enjoyable at most. Cuz that's the most important thing in the end! I had the idea swimming in my head for a while and just wanted to get it out so, here.
WARNING: Two-shot YAOI, boyxboy, if it bothers you, then what are you doing here in the first place? O.o… Rated M for language and smexyness ;)
Happy Reading!
Fuck it.
The blue-haired Espada spat in the grey and dry sand of Hueco Mundo as he wiped his arm on his Hakama to clean off the thick black liquid that was most likely the now disintegrated Hollow's blood.
Disgusting.
He hated to believe he was in any way, shape, or form related to those creatures. They were weak, useless, and dumb as shit. A sandy gust of wind blew, shuffling his already messy blue mane. Lately he'd been restless. There was hardly anyone left worth fighting in this shithole and he enjoyed fighting just as much as he enjoyed a good fuck every once in a while. The sudden adrenaline rushes, the sweating, hell even the pain and the bleeding. The scorching pain from the hits he occasionally took only fueled him more and he liked every bit of it, so call him a crazy masochist if you wanted.
Lately though, there hadn't been much action to the point where he'd had to resort to giving some hollows a good ass-kicking to blow off the steam. A frown marred his features as he walked, his pace brisk and unnerved.
There was Ulquiorra, but no way hell. And it wasn't 'caus he was 4th because higher rank had never been known to stop him before and it wasn't now. No, it wasn't the stoic Espada's superior powers. It was the stone cold, I'm-better-than-you air that made him want to blow a cero right through the emo-wannabe motherfucker.
He looked like he had a fuckin' pole up his ass the whole time. Grimmjow enjoyed a good fight and Aizen's pretentious protégée lap dog never showed any trace of emotion; fuckin' kill joy.
Then there was Nnoitra, he thought, a wicked grin forming on his face. Now that was what you called a good fight. The guy was a giant killing machine. He was the tallest out of them and towered over everyone which added to his already intimidating personality. He was probably the only one that enjoyed fights as much as Grimmjow did. Though he was tall and lanky, it was just for show. Underestimate him, and you would regret it.
But he never shut up, which Grimmjow couldn't stand. It was one of the many reasons why he couldn't stand Aizen either. But he wasn't even a candidate, the sick asswipe.
Szayell didn't fight. He was pussy that made his fraccion and other shit do the work, and he was just plain creepy. Starrk would probably fall asleep before they even got started. Harribel, hell no. He didn't do girls, and in more ways than one. Plus there was no fun in it since she had that weird ass mask over her mouth and never said a word most of the time. That only left Yammy and all the other fucktards, so no.
But truth was, he only wanted one person right now. Running a hand along the now healed scar on his chest, he could still feel traces of the reiatsu.
*flashback*
Blood mixed with sweat trickled down the side of his face as he breathed heavily. It itched, but he couldn't be bothered to wipe it off. His lip was slightly cut and the skin above his brow had been slashed open. As far as his face went, that was the only damage.
The rest of his body was a different story.
He was sore from all the punches and kicks he'd received. A short, shallow, but all the same painful scar ran from his right pectoral to the hole in his stomach. His left arm felt like it was going to fall out of its socket anytime soon and he couldn't feel his legs. His opponent wasn't in better shape he realized as he looked up, a wide smirk curving his lips.
The substitute Shinigami was breathing just as hard, and if he wasn't mistaking, the kid looked worse than he did.
His reiatsu was at a relatively low intensity. The sleeve of his bankai robe was ripped off from his shoulder down, and the front of the clothing had been clawed off by the Espada, revealing a tan, toned chest and torso that was sending blood surging to his groin. Shit, how he would love to run his tongue along every inch of that flawless body and hear the pleading moans of pleasure from the red-head in front of him. Well, previously flawless body anyways. A bleeding gash ran along his chest. It was deeper than Grimmjow's but not deep enough to cause too much damage. He was resting all of his weight on one foot, meaning the other one was probably severely hurt and he was about to lean back on the wall behind him.
What held the blue-haired menace's attention though, was his face. Looking up, dangerous cerulean eyes met fierce honey brown orbs.
Short strands of bright orange hair fell in caramel eyes holding an intense, defiant gaze that Grimmjow maintained. His lower lip was cut, sending a trickle of blood down his chin. Plump, pink lips were parted lightly to let out raspy breaths.
Fuck.
The Espada could feel blood rushing to a certain part of his body that was now starting to respond to the spectacular sight in front of him.
But he couldn't help it.
He quickly shoved the thought away and plastered his trademark feral grin on his face before walking towards Ichigo until he was face to face with him. The orange-haired leaned back to keep the distance between them until his back met a stone wall and he blinked out of nervousness, making Grimmjow's grin widen if that was possible.
He stared into those warm chocolate eyes and took in the fury and anxiety in them.
He leaned forward and in an instant his hands were on either side of the shinigami's head, pinning him to the wall. A short gasp was heard and Grimmjow smirked at the sound before leaning in further. Their faces were merely inches apart, mocking cerulean staring into fiery chocolate. "What? Are ya finally givin' up?" he husked.
Ichigo glared, still breathing heavily to catch his breath.
"I wouldn't blame ya after I just wiped the floor with yer pathetic ass." He watched in interest as honey brown eyes blazed in anger and defense.
"Not a chance, you bastard."
Fuck. That voice went straight to his cock every time he heard it and it sounded even hotter when he was mad.
He bit back a growl. If they stayed like this, he would lose it, grab the berry, and fuck him right through this wall. And that was not supposed to happen.
At least not yet, he thought devilishly.
Azure eyes trailed down to his chin, where blood had trickled. Smirking evilly, he brought his tongue out and watching honey eyes widen go wide in alarm as he licked the crimson liquid away in one slow flick. He leaned back and his lips curved into a feral grin as he took in the flustered expression on the red-head's face.
In a flash, soft, moist lips covered his as hands tightly gripped his jacket and pulled their bodies flush against each other. It took a while to register what was happening. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation until he felt soft palms hesitantly caressing his chest and heard a quiet moan.
That did it.
He broke off the kiss without warning, smirking when he heard a small whimper of protest before crushing their lips back together and pushing the shinigami harder against the wall behind and beginning his merciless assault on the red-head's mouth. Heat coursed through his body at the feel of those soft lips melding with his own. He caught the plump lower lip in between his teeth and began biting, nipping and suckling on it.
Ichigo moaned loudly in response, the sound muffled as he slipped his tongue into his mouth tackling it and exploring the hot cavern. One of the hands on his chest hands released its hold on the jacket to wound itself in his hair. He groaned when felt the pads of long slender fingers massage his scalp.
The hand that was still on his chest slipped under his jacket and began roaming over his skin. He sucked in a breath at the contact. The warm hand ran along his chest, making sure to avoid the bleeding wound but tracing around it almost apologetically. He shivered and bit back a groan when a thumb brushed over his nipple and began rubbing. He could feel himself growing harder by the second and when Ichigo ground his hips against him sensually, asking for more friction, it was just too much.
He pulled away abruptly, startling the red-head who looked up at him expectantly. Grimmjow took in the man before him. He was staring up at him his gaze intense and his cheeks flushed as he tried to catch his breath.
"I'm not done with you, Kurosaki. So better be ready."
Then he left.
*end of flashback*
Ever since then, he hadn't been able to get the substitute Shinigami out of his mind, and it was driving him crazy. He hated it when he couldn't shake something off.
But he had to. And if that was the only way to do it, so be it, he thought with a dangerous smirk.
He jumped high, focused his reiatsu so that he could stand in mid air, and tore open a Garganta. It revealed a clear dark blue sky and tiny cube shaped buildings. It was that 'Karakura Town' place that Aizen wanted so badly and he had no idea why.
Che, what was so special about it anyways? Just a bunch of stupid humans.
He searched for the familiar reiatsu and found it easily. It was the most obnoxiously strong and uncontrolled one. He smirked widely in anticipation and sped towards the source.
Looks like a certain orange-haired teen would get a little surprise visit tonight.
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Ichigo drummed on his desk with his fingers as he frowned down at his textbook. He had been staring at the same question for over five minutes and that obviously wasn't getting him anywhere. It was at times like these that he wanted to smack himself upside the head for taking Advanced Calculus.
Unfortunately enough for him, the principal had found him to be too smart for the level of math in his class and if he opted to take something more challenging, he would get boosts for college. But he honestly didn't give a shit what the weighted mean of z over the paraboloid was!
He took the butt of his pencil out of his mouth that he'd been chewing on in his frustration and looked at the barely recognizable eraser. Okay, he definitely needed a break.
Getting out of his room, he went down to the dark kitchen and turned on the lights. It was around nine thirty six now and his family and Rukia were still not back. They'd left at seven to go check out some new amusement park that was apparently opening that night. They would wake him up when they came but that was a small price to pay for the huge favor they had done him. He smiled as he saw no sign of the yellow stuffed lion. Good.
Opening the refrigerator he scanned it for a good snack. Nope….nope….hell no. He opened the freezer on top and searched. His eyes landed on a white and blue container. Blueberry ice cream. A deep blush made its way to his cheeks and mentally hit himself for acting like a crushing high school girl. He took the icy cold container out, grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers and started back up the stairs to his room.
Blue. Ever since that encounter he'd only thought about one thing. How good it would feel to run his fingers through that silky, dangerous hair again. To feel that sinful tongue explore his mouth as well as other parts of his body and what the fuck was he thinking? Shaking his head to rid himself of the disturbingly pleasant thoughts, he realized he had a bit of a problem in his pants now. Shit, he scowled. Damn that Grimmjow! Damn him and his seductive voice, that sexy body, and those mezmerizing eyes that basically screamed 'i-am-going-to-fuck-you-senseless-and-you're-going-to-like-it-too'!
God. Ever since that fight and that mind-blowing kissing he'd been questioning himself. He didn't go for guys, that much he knew. But then again he'd never gone for girls either, so wait. Did that mean that he was...NO! He was straight. There were plenty of straight guys that didn't drool when they had with humongous breasts shoved in their faces, right? Yeah, right. Maybe he was already hard before it even started. Yeah, he reassured himself not believing a word as he went along. The insanely gorgeous Arrancar did NOT turn him on.
As he rounded up the corner to his room and walked through, the sight that greeted him almost left him speechless.
Almost.
"W-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"
Spiky blue hair, bloody clothes, and a concentrated look on his face lay Grimmjow on his bed, trying to bend the gawking teen's cell phone back all the way and frowning when it didn't seem to work.
"Kurosaki."
Ichigo swallowed. There was nobody else around. Rukia was gone, so he couldn't switch to his Shinigami form if things got bad. He was screwed. Oh, god.
"What the hell does this thing do?"
The orange haired student could do nothing but stand there and gape at the cause of his frustration, trying to keep his jaw from tearing through the floor.
"Wh-wha…you…j-just…my room…beat up…cell phone?" he ended up blurting out confused.
The Espada dropped the phone and turned to cock a blue eyebrow at the blabbering red head. "Are ya retarded or somethin'?"
Ichigo felt his blood slowly start to boil.
"WHAT THE FUCK? You come into my house, lie down on my bed, and try to fucking BREAK my phone, and you ask ME if I'm fucking retarded! GET THE HELL OUT!"
Silence.
A loud snort resounded throughout the small bedroom as the Arrancar's face split into an amused grin. He got up and stretched as if nothing was wrong and casually made his way to where Ichigo was standing, fists clenched at his sides and glaring daggers at the drop dead gorgeous intruder.
"Are ya angry?" he taunted, backing Ichigo up against his desk and making the red-head lean further back to keep the distance between them.
Ichigo held his ground despite his growing nervousness and shot back with a scowl. "Hell yeah, I'm angry, you asshole!"
He gasped when he was suddenly pressed flush agaisnt a wall of muscle, the Arrancars arms on either side of him as they supported themselves on his desk. he raised up his head to see a pair of darkened cerulean eyes burning holes into his.
"Well then, you have no idea how fuckin' hot you look when yer angry," he spoke gruffly
Ichigo felt his cock twitch in response to to Grimmjow's voice and blushed deeply before shaking his head and bringing his arms up to forcefully push the beautiful man away from him.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
Grimmjow simply chuckled as he stood again, grinning wildly at the flustered teen. He looked down and cocked an eyebrow at the container and spoon in Ichigo's hand.
"Wassat?"
Ichigo looked down at the items which he then set down on his desk harshly as he glared at a confused Grimmjow. He pulled out his chair and sat back down trying to focus on his homework. Anything not to look at the Espada would have been good right now.
Now, let's see. Hmmm...the parametric equations of line BC.
Slow footsteps approached. Well, that's a piece of cake. x=3+4t, y=4-5t, and z=...
"Tha fuck is this shit?"
Deep breath. Just ignore him, he'll go away eventually. Yeah.
Alright, so...oh yeah, right. z=-2+7t
"Hey, Kurosaki. Can you hear-"
And he lost it.
He whirled around to find a surprised looking Grimmjow before yelling at the top of his lungs. "Can you LEAVE ME the FUCK alone? I have homework to do alright? Just...sit over there or something," he finished, mumbling and jerked his thumb in direction of his bed before looking back down at his notebook and scribbling furiously.
It was silent for quite sometime and he was beginning to think the Arrancar had left in the end. Good, he wouldn't have been able to focus on math for another second. He was just about to sigh in relief when he felt something slick and wet slide behind his ear.
"FU-"
"Shh."
He immediately did as was asked and shivered when he felt what was Grimmjow's breath fanning over his ear, the Arrancar's lips barely grazing the skin.
"Did ya think I was gone?" the deep voice husked, sending tremors all over his body. He couldn't speak when he felt the wet muscle darting out once more to slowly lick the shell of his ear and teasingly lick a circle around the hollow. "Well, I'm not goin' anywhere until I make you mine," he growled.
Ichigo thought he'd come in his pants right then. God, how was it possible for someone's voice to turn him on just like that. Just then that sinful tongue dipped in the hollow of his ear and he gasped, jolting in his seat, earning himself a chuckle from the blue-haired stud.
Embarassed at the noises he was making, he abruptly stood up to glare at a laughing Grimmjow. Storming off, he shook off his shoes and headed for the bathroom. Having stopped laughing, the Arrancar looked strangely at him. "Where ya goin'?"
"I'm gonna shower," Ichigo mumbled, not making eye contact with the blue haired male as he headed to his bathroom, "Follow me, and I swear I'll kill you. Even though from the looks of it you need one much more than I do," he finished, taking in for the first time the Espada's torn up and bloodied clothes. And with that the bathroom door shut closed, not long followed by the sound of water flowing.
As he listened to the sounds of the shower, the Arrancar lay on Ichigo's bed, awating the fuming teen's arrival when suddenly an idea hit him, a devilish grin spreading to his ears.
Who said he had to wait?
Author's Note: Poor, poor Ichi, you have no idea what you're in for do you?
Grimmjow: Oh, he will soon *perverted grin*
Oh, shush you. ^^! OOOOkaayy! That was it! So tell me, how was it? Hopefully not too bad and choppy, some parts looked like it to me and I tried to fix them…ish, XD! I'll update the next chapter soon, hopefully! REVIEW and you get fluffy Grimmichi chocolate chip cookies!