This chapter is short & sweet. Hope it's worth the wait.

Chapter Seven: Stuck On You

You and I go on at each other like we're going on war,

You and I go rough; we keep throwing things and slamming the door,

You and I are so damn dysfunctional we start keeping score,

You and I get sick; I know that we can't do this anymore,

But baby there you go again; there you go again making me love you.

Maroon 5 : One More Night

I pushed Zangetsu forward, attempting to shove off Grimmjow's attack. His devilish grin was eating up the lower half of his face; azure eyes wide with excitement. Grimmjow brought his hand up and pushed on his blade with the palm of his hand. The extra force sent me further outside the wall. I dug my heels in the sand, stopping when I was knee deep. He rushed forward, sword held high above his head and shining in the fake sunlight. The pointed tip sliced through my shoulder like butter, coating Pantera in dark crimson blood. I felt my face contort into an expression of rage as I brought my hand up to my wounded shoulder. The sticky liquid soaked in my jacket and seeped through the gaps in my fingers. I pulled my legs from the sand as blood dripped down my arm making it hard to grip my sword properly. Grimmjow smiled at me, his pointed teeth gleaming. My heart fluttered in my chest as my eyes met his.

"C'mon now, princess. Don't disappoint me." His smile grew; my heart beat faster.

"Fuck you, Grimmjow."

"Nah, fuck you, Kurosaki. I don't do bottom."

If possible his grin grew wider as he raised his right leg, spun on his left and brought his muscular leg in the air, toes pointed so his foot was flat. His foot connected with my face as he executed his spinning back kick. My head snapped to the side, blood flying from my nose. I quickly recovered with a thrust to his torso. He did a side step then promptly followed through with a side kick to my ribs. I heard a distinct crack as my body flew through the air. My lungs felt like they had burst into flames. I landed in the sand, dust bellowing up around me and acting as a veil.

Every fiber of my being was telling me that raising my sword against this man was wrong. The edges around the hole in my stomach burned. My chest felt constricted. Is this the affects of being bound to Grimmjow?

I coughed; crimson spilling from my mouth and coating my lips. I wheezed as I tried to bring air into my lungs. I pulled myself from the ground, wincing as sand found its way into my open wound. I could see Grimmjow dancing on the balls of his feet, fists raised in front of his face while Pantera lay discarded nearby. I raised a questioning brow but he just smirked before flying forward with deadly accurate punches.

"I don't need Pantera to beat yer sorry ass into the ground!"

I grit my teeth as I felt his knuckles graze my cheek. Once I quickly side stepped with my sonído I brought my palm up to block his next attack. I pushed his wrist, his fist brushing over the tip of my nose before I wrapped my own fingers around him. I tightened my grip and pulled as I raised my knee to meet his abdomen. After that blow he continued to fall forward. I twisted my body sending a back kick into the middle of his back. Grimmjow flew face first into the sand and continued to tumble further out into Hueco Mundo. I was standing above him in an instant. The tip of my onyx sword was pressed into the hollow of his throat, nicking the soft skin there and drawing dark blood. Wild azure eyes sent invisible daggers my way as a scowl marred Grimmjow's handsome features. The growl that rumbled from his throat reminded me of a caged animal.

"Let's go Kuroaski! Finish me."

Conflicting feelings bubble up in me as the burning in my chest intensified. I shook my head 'no' causing shaggy orange locks to fan out.

"Tch, pussy."

In one swift movement Grimmjow yanked my sword from his throat and tossed it aside before pulling my down and pinning myself beneath him. His face twisted into a grimace while long fingers clawed at his chest. Does he feel it too? His free hand was fisted in my orange locks, tugging and bringing my face closer to his. I winced as his bright eyes bore holes into my face. He looked as if he was searching for something. Warm breath fanned across my face causing tingles of electricity to run down my spine. A low whine escaped my throat at the feeling. Grimmjow's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes filling with unknown emotions.

"What are you doing to me?"

"What the-" I had to stop and draw in a deep breath. My body shook with the cough that erupted from my chest. Once I recovered I gasped out the rest if my sentence. "- hell are you talking about?"

"Ya know damn well what yer doin'. My chest -" He paused, searching for the right words. "It hurts Kurosaki. Burns. Since we last fought. Fucking. Stop. Please."

His face looked desperate, his eyes pleading. A broken laugh escaped my lips. I saw my eyes glow a soft blue, it illuminated Grimmjow's face. I smiled at him, my breaths coming in short, raspy wheezes.

"Nel was right..you do care." I brought a shaky hand up to Grimmjow's toned chest and rested it over his heart. I could feel it pounding beneath his tanned skin. His eyes widened as they fixated themselves on my glowing eyes.

"You think I care for you?" His voice came out as a whisper. A throaty chuckle shook his chest. "What the hell are ya smoking, Kurosaki? You've lost too much blood. Yer fuckin' crazy." he frowned.

"Grimmjow."

I don't know who started it first but his lips were on mine. His hand was still in my hair; the other moving to cup my cheek. My own hand snaked around his neck until my fingers intertwined in soft blue strands. His lips slid over mine, rough, demanding. His mask scrapped against my skin.

I couldn't breathe anymore. I didn't care. I needed him. More. Now.

His teeth bit down on my bottom lip drawing a low moan from me. With that he slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring and battling with my own tongue. He pulled back and trailed sloppy wet kisses across my jaw and down my neck. I whined, missing his lips on mine. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to draw in enough air. His overly sharp teeth bit into my neck, his rough tongue caressing the spot as if he were apologizing. I tugged on his hair, bringing him back up. We repeated our battle of the tongues, Grimmjow coming out dominate before the need for air arose. He pulled back, panting harshly. A wide feral grin morphed his face as he looked down on my flushed face and kiss swollen lips. I groaned and placed my arm over my face as reality crashed in to me.

I, Kurosaki Ichigo, just kissed Grimmjow motherfucking Jeagerjaques, another male, and enjoyed it.