A/N: Hiez! This is my first Bleach fic (other than my crossover fic)
Ichigo:*Walks in* Yo.
Me: Ichigo! *Hugs*
Ichi: Miss me?
Me: Only a lot!
Grimmjow: *enters room* Am I interrupting something?
Me: Grimmy!
Grimm: Hey shorty.
Me*Pouts* 'M not short.
Ichi: You are to us...
Me: Shut up. Alright, listen up! I don' own Bleach. I wish I did. Tha' would make my life so much better. Everyone'd know if I did, too. There'd be a helluva lot more yaoi in it if I did, ya? Ya know it's true.
Grimm&Ichi: *Stare*
Me: I was channeling Shiro, wasn't I?
Shiro: *Randomly appears* Tha's my girl! C'mere!
Me: *Walks over and sits in lap*
Ichi:0.0
Grimm: *sighs* Guess it's up to me. Fic is rated M. Warnings are, well, lemon. Btw, this is shorty's first attempt at lemon, so be nice!
Ichi: Or I'll go Bankai on your ass!
Grimm: Pantera doesn't like flamers *Grins*
Shiro: Criticism is appreciated as long as it's not rude er hurtful.
Me: Please R&R. ONWARD!
present time
flashback
Grimmjow sighed as another beta tried to win him over. This was the twelfth one this week. He growled in annoyance, effectively scaring the small hollow away. There was only one beta he wanted, and that would never happen. His thoughts strayed to his last battle with the substitute shinigami.
Grimmjow flew at the teen, throwing punches haphazardly. Ichigo blocked the punches with Zangetsu, determination blazing in his chocolate eyes. Grimmjow's psychotic grin dropped. He saw something else in those eyes, something he recognized from when Starkk looked at Hallibel. Love, the kid was in love with him! His eyes widened fractionally and he backed off. Ichigo made no move to attack him, and so they just stood there, staring at each other. They stayed that way for the longest time, until Ichigo's friends arrived. Grimmjow ripped open a gargantua, watching the teen the entire time. Ichigo's friends surrounded him, asking him if he was alright, but his eyes were trained on Grimmjow's retreating form. Grimmjow looked back once, locking eyes with the teen just before the gargantua closed, sending Grimmjow back to Hueco Mundo.
Grimmjow sighed again and hung his head, not noticing the senkaimon that opened a few feet from where he was. It wasn't until he heard a body hitting the sand that he looked up. "Stay here traitor. We don't have room for your kind in Soul Society," a shinigami spat at the the prone figure at his feet. He kicked the figure in the ribs once more and stepped through the senkaimon. Grimmjow stood and walked over to the figure, kneeling beside him. He rolled the body over, biting back a growl when he saw his face. Ichigo's normally orange hair was a deep red, matted with blood. The boy's face and neck were littered with cuts and bruises, but a particularly nasty gash on the boy's forehead caught the Espada's attention. He picked up the teen, using Sonido to reach Las Noches quickly. The teen hung limply in his arms, whimpering occasionally. The Espada growled at the sound, vowing to kill whoever had hurt his Shinigami. He pushed his bedroom door open with his shoulder and walked into the room, gently laying the teen on his bed. He stalked to the bathroom and filled a bowl with warm water. He pulled bandages and a clean cloth from the cabinet before picking up the bowl and walking back to the bed. He set the items down on the bedside table and slipped the teen's shihakusho from his shoulders. He finished pulling the fabric from the teen's torso, growling at the sight that presented itself. Deep gashes littered the teen's torso, most of them still bleeding heavily. He grabbed the cloth and dipped it in the water, then set to work cleaning the boy's wounds. He returned the cloth to the bowl, watching as the watered changed to a deep pink color. He shook his head and turned back to the teen, gently bandaging his torso. He then wrung out the cloth and cleaned the wounds on Ichigo's head and washing the blood out of his hair. He bandaged the gash on his forehead and moved down to remove the boy's hakama. The boy's bottom half had been spared, with the exception of one deep cut on his left thigh. Grimmjow quickly cleaned and bandaged the wound before lifting him and pulling the ruined blanket off the bed. He laid the boy back down and gathered the blanket and the shinigami uniform to be sent out to clean. He pulled a fresh blanket from the closet and laid it over the teen before sitting on the edge of the bed and calling for his fraccion.
"You called, Grimmjow-Sama," The fraccion asked as he timidly entered the room. "Yeah, go get us some food," Grimmjow grunted roughly. The little fraccion ran from the room to complete his master's request. A few minutes after the little arrancar left, the teen on the bed began to stir. "Ichigo," Grimmjow called quietly. Ichigo opened his eyes slowly, the amber orbs peering at Grimmjow warily. "How d'you feel," the sexta asked, oblivious to the caution that the orangette was displaying. "Like shit," Ichigo grunted, the words sounding hoarse as they fell from his lips. "I would expect that. You took one hell of a beating from them Shinigami, eh? Why'd they do that to you of all people," Grimmjow asked, growling at the memory of the broken boy. "They found out that I'm half hollow." That was all the boy said, but that was all Grimmjow needed to hear. He knew how stupid the shinigami could be. "Grimmjow," the teen called hesitantly, as if he were afraid. "Yeah?" The teen looked down at his lap. "Thank you."
"Fer what," Grimmjow asked. "For saving me," the teen replied. Grimmjow's gaze travelled over the boy's sloped shoulders and strong back. He pushed the teen back against the bed, being careful not to irritate any of the orangette's injuries. He pressed his lips to Ichigo's gently, surprising even himself. He slowly moved his lips against the teen's, grinning when Ichigo responded, albeit hesitantly. He ran his tongue along Ichigo's lower lip, demanding entrance. He was rewarded by a small moan as Ichigo's mouth fell open in a gasp. He shoved his tongue into the teen's mouth, eager to explore the warm, wet cavern. He tasted the teen thoroughly, mapping out Ichigo's mouth with his tongue. Suddenly, Ichigo's tongue joined Grimmjow's in a slow, sensual dance. The Espada pulled away when the need for air became too great, immediately attacking Ichigo's neck. He sucked on the soft flesh hungrily, divesting the boy of his boxers along the way. He ran a hand down the teen's neck and chest, then rubbed on a pert nipple. A small gasp encouraged him to do more, so he latched onto the other one, rolling the bud between his teeth. Ichigo moaned loudly and squirmed underneath him, causing Grimmjow to let out a moan of his own. He released Ichigo's nipples, instead running his tongue down Ichigo's finally reached Ichigo's erect member and licked the head teasingly. He bent his head and engulfed Ichigo's member in one swift movement, making Ichigo cry out in ecstasy. "Ah! G-grimm...," the teen panted out, threading long fingers through the Espada's teal hair. Grimmjow smirked and swallowed around the teen's shaft, nearly sending the teen over the edge. He could feel his own rock-hard erection straining against the fabric of his hakama, but he wanted to pleasure Ichigo first. He placed three fingers against Ichigo's lips and looked him in the eyes. Ichigo opened his mouth to accept the Grimmjow quickly removed his fingers from Ichigo's mouth, eliciting a whine from the teen. He laughed, sending vibrations down Ichigo's shaft. "Aahn~," Ichigo moaned out as Grimmjow pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. He quickly added a second, scissoring Ichigo to make room for a third.
Grimmjow added the third finger, sucking harshly on Ichigo's cock to distract him. He searched for that little button that would make his little berry writhe in pleasure. He must have found it, because Ichigo suddenly arched off the bed and came with a loud cry. Grimmjow swallowed Ichigo's load and leaned up to kiss the teen as he removed his fingers and pulled off his hakama. He reached under the bed for the lube he kept there, never breaking their passionate kiss. He found it and popped the cap, slathering the cool liquid on his throbbing erection. He placed the head at Ichigo's entrance and smoothed Ichigo's hair back. "Ready," he asked softly. Ichigo nodded, needing to be filled by this man. Grimmjow nodded and pushed into the tight, velvety heat of Ichigo's passage. "Ah, it hurts," Ichigo cried, clutching Grimmjow's shoulders like a lifeline. "I know, just relax" Grimmjow whispered as he smoothed Ichigo's hair back and kissed his forehead gently. Ichigo nodded, stubbornly refusing to let the tears that had gathered in his eyes to fall. Seeing this, Grimmjow wiped the tears away and kissed the teen deeply. He felt Ichigo relax and started moving slowly with gentle, shallow thrusts. "Grimm, faster," Ichigo breathed out after a few seconds, to which Grimmjow was happy to comply. He picked up the pace, slamming into Ichigo within a few minutes. The Espada angled his thrusts to hit the teen's prostate dead on every time, quickly reawakening the teen's flaccid member. They panted harshly, their warm breath mingling. With one more powerful thrust, Ichigo was sent over the edge again. "GRIMMJOW," He cried as he came, riding the waves of pleasure. With Ichigo's passage tightening around him, Grimmjow felt his release. Biting into the teen's shoulder to leave his mark, he snapped his hips forward burying himself as deeply as he could and came, shooting his load into Ichigo's ass. He pulled out and collapsed on his side. He pulled the now-sleeping teen to his chest and kissed the top of his
head, inhaling the scent of the orange haired teen. "Yer mine now, Ichi."
A/N: Yay first oneshot ever! Possibly. Unless you guys want me to continue it somehow. So, how did I do? Was it okay? Let me know, okay? Thanks,
~Annamae2243