***I'm still alive and kicking, have just spent most of these past months incredibly busy. I can't promise that my update schedule will get particularly fast, but I'm trying to do better than I have been. As it is, I'm only writing this chapter because I don't want to study.***
Chapter Ten: Domination
The Schoolboy was absolutely plastered.
Shiro and Nel had been handing him drinks all over the place, and Grimmjow couldn't have been happier with his sister and his friend. It wasn't that he was planning on taking advantage of Ichigo while he was drunk- well, not too much of an advantage- but the redhead was getting awfully handsy.
When Grimmjow had first arrived, Ichigo had seemed to try his hardest to stay away. But Nel kept dragging him back and giving him booze, and the more his inhibitions disappeared, the more receptive he was towards the blunette's advances.
Grimmjow's hand had been brushed away a few times earlier, but now his arm was wound firmly around Ichigo's waist, the pair grinding together in the crush of moving bodies. The redhead's hands were sliding across Grimmjow's chest and sides, never moving away from him for more than a few seconds.
If they got any closer, they'd practically be having sex right there in the middle of the club.
Grimmjow had known that Ichigo wanted him, no matter how much the redhead tried to deny it. He was never wrong about this kind of thing, and apparently all it took to get the stick out of the guy's ass was a few drinks. Or, well, maybe more than just a few.
One of Ichigo's hands slid behind Grimmjow's neck, tugging the taller man down until lips pressed against his ear.
"Grimm," the redhead slurred loudly over the pounding music, "I wanna get outta here."
A predatory grin spreading across his face, Grimmjow looked around to find Nel, who was off to the side and flirting with a well-built blond. Catching her eye, he gestured towards Ichigo and jerked his thumb towards the door, shaking his head at the pleased smile and wave she gave him in return. Dropping his arm over Ichigo's shoulders, Grimmjow led his catch out of the club and into the night.
From the way that the redhead stumbled slightly and kept up a constant verbal stream about the weirdest things, the blunette was a little worried that they wouldn't make it to the sex before Ichigo passed out; but the air was cool with a sobering bite to it, so he figured there was nothing to worry about.
Turning the corner onto a quiet, deserted street not far from his apartment, Grimmjow let his hand fall from Ichigo's shoulder, sliding it down his back until he could cup the redhead's ass. The smaller man shivered at the contact, but made no effort to get away; so Grimmjow took that as permission to tug Ichigo into a nearby alley, shoving the man into a wall and kissing him hard.
The redhead moaned at the contact, his hands scrabbling to grip the back of Grimmjow's shirt. One of the taller man's hands was wound in the back of Ichigo's hair, the other sliding between the wall and the redhead's ass. Considering how drunk Ichigo was, the kisses were sloppy and a little uncoordinated; but Grimmjow didn't care, especially with the way Ichigo was grinding up against him, his excitement undeniable.
He was wondering whether he'd be able to get away with just taking the redhead right there, in the alley where anyone could walk through, when a strong hand grabbed his shoulder from behind and wrenched him away from his prize.
Instinctively falling into a defensive position, Grimmjow glared up at whoever had interrupted him. In the dull glow of a streetlight just outside the alley, he could only just recognise the tall, lanky figure scowling at him.
It was the asshole who'd tried jumping Ichigo not too long away.
"What the fuck, you cock-blocking douche?" Grimmjow growled, making sure that he was firmly positioned between Ichigo and the interrupter. The redhead was drunkenly slumped against the alley wall, cheeks flushed and hair mussed.
The tall man took a step forward, two other men moving out of the shadows behind him. "I don't appreciate other people touching my property."
Grimmjow just laughed in the man's face. "I told you last time that my foot would become good friends with your ass if I saw you again. Kurosaki's mine, and you should've brought more back-up if you thought you were gonna stop me from gettin' my dick wet."
The prick scowled, and Grimmjow smirked. Hocking, he spat up at the taller man, hitting him directly on the right cheek, then lifted his fists as he waited for the three men to rush him.
Ichigo tried to stop the world from spinning as he wondered what had happened. One moment, he'd been feeling on top of the world as Grimmjow had dominated his mouth; the next, he'd been left high-and-dry as Tsukishima had appeared out of nowhere and interrupted them.
All he wanted to do was lay an absolute beatdown on the prick, but whenever he tried to move, the world shifted uncomfortably. But he supposed that Grimmjow wouldn't need any help, if his cockiness could be translated into skill.
Time seemed to move oddly as he watched the blunette face off against the other men. He heard the two arguing over him, and he saw Grimmjow spit in Tsukishima's face. Then, everything seemed to slow down as Grimmjow dodged the two offsiders who rushed him, spinning around and sending one to the ground with a powerful kick to the lower spine.
It was fucking poetry in action when Grimmjow fought: the man moved with an oddly fluid grace, ducking and weaving like a smaller, leaner fighter. Very few of his strikes missed their targets, the two grunts going down with Grimmjow barely breaking a sweat.
Rather than his arousal lessening from Grimmjow leaving him, Ichigo felt himself getting harder as he watched the blunette's oddly sexy fighting style. The neck of his shirt had been torn open from where one of the men had gotten a lucky hand on him, exposing a tantalising peek at Grimmjow's toned, hairless chest.
Now, it was just Grimmjow and Tsukishima left standing: the long-haired coward had largely stayed out of the fighting, as usual, but the blunette was quickly advancing on him, manic grin firmly in place. Ichigo knew from experience that Tsukishima could handle himself in a fight, but he thought that Grimm was better: the man had a feral streak to him, and skills that had obviously been honed in a lot of street fights.
Tsukishima's style was based in martial arts, Ichigo remembered, which tended to be a disadvantage against a straight-up, dirty-fighting brawler. But just as Ichigo finished that thought, Tsukishima lashed out with a long leg, somehow managing to catch Grimmjow in the stomach and hunch him over, the blunette gasping for breath.
That, however, must just have been a distraction technique on Grimmjow's part: Tsukishima obviously saw a clear spot for an attack, stupidly using the same type of kick and aiming for the bent-over man's face.
Quick as a flash, Grimmjow straightened up and trapped Tsukishima's leg between his own arm and body, using his free hand to slam his elbow down on the other man's knee. Shoving Tsukishima away, Grimmjow laughed as he watched the taller man try to put weight on his leg, only to crumple to the ground.
A sharp kick to the ribs, probably breaking at least one, and Grimmjow was done, only a light sheen of sweat covering his face and uncovered chest. He put his foot across Tsukishima's neck, not hard enough to damage anything but enough to be a definite threat; leaning down, he jabbed his finger towards the other man.
"Don't fuck with me or Kurosaki again. This is your last warning: stay away from me. I won't be so nice next time." Another foot to the man's stomach, and he turned back to face Ichigo.
"Let's bail, Schoolboy."
Ichigo, having sobered up slightly as he watched the fight, launched himself only slightly unsteadily at the blunette, grabbing him around the neck and wrapping his legs around Grimmjow's waist. Big hands spread under his ass, holding him in place as he pressed his forehead against the other man's.
"That," Ichigo gasped drunkenly, "was fucking hot."
He dropped his head down, kissing and licking the line of the blunette's neck as he was shifted into a more comfortable position.
"You are one fucked up kid," Grimmjow laughed. "I like that."
Ichigo loved the feeing of the blunette carting him around like he weighed nothing, even if it would have thoroughly emasculated him when sober; even being thrown into a nearby taxi was okay with him right then, and he sprawled across the back seat as Grimmjow reeled off his address to the driver.
He didn't even care that the driver could see them as he sat up and leant in towards Grimmjow, one of his hands playing along the blunette's upper thigh. Grimmjow just grinned and leant back, letting Ichigo do as he wanted during the short drive.
The short drive didn't allow Ichigo to go any further than a little over-the-clothes groping, which was probably a good thing, but he was almost unbearably hard by the time they stumbled into Grimmjow's apartment.
The blunette didn't waste any time, practically throwing Ichigo down on the bed as soon as he had been divested of his clothes. Leaning back on his elbows, Ichigo watched Grimmjow throw his ripped shirt aside, tradie abs chiselled by physical labour coming into view.
But that sight was quickly overshadowed as Grimmjow ditched his pants, his big, hard cock curving up towards his stomach. Ichigo didn't need any encouragement as the blunette settled onto the bed beside him, quickly scooting down and licking a long stripe from Grimmjow's balls to the tip of his cut head.
"Quit pussy-footin' around and suck it," the blunette grumbled, voice rough from arousal. He groaned contentedly as Ichigo followed the order and let his lips slide down Grimmjow's dick, the alcohol suppressing his gag reflex and letting him take most of it in. What he couldn't swallow, he wrapped one hand around, lightly squeezing as his other hand rolled Grimmjow's balls.
Pulling off slightly, Ichigo allowed his tongue to play over the head, a surprised squeak escaping him when Grimmjow huffed in frustration, the blunette pressing the back of Ichigo's head and forcing him back down.
As well as he could, Ichigo glared up through the fall of his hair; Grimmjow just grinned back, quirking an eyebrow and thrusting his hips upwards. This time, Ichigo did cough and gag slightly, but Grimmjow released his hair, allowing the redhead to pull back and breathe.
"You're an asshole," Ichigo muttered as he rubbed at his throat.
"It's what I do. But right now, I'm doin' you, so stick that tight ass in the air and spread 'em."
Ichigo glared, but he did it anyway, rolling over with his face in the mattress and his ass sticking up. Grimmjow didn't waste any time in grabbing lube and a condom from his bedside table, quickly slicking up a couple of fingers and abruptly shoving them into the redhead.
The copious amounts of alcohol dulled any pain Ichigo might have felt, instead just leaving him with the glorious feeling of being filled. Grimmjow obviously knew what he was doing, not taking too long to search out Ichigo's prostate and mercilessly rub over it, leaving the redhead a moaning, writhing mess.
No one had ever managed to make him orgasm just from ass play alone, but Ichigo felt like he was quickly heading that way. He was so far gone, the stream of filth Grimmjow was muttering faded away into the background, the words almost incomprehensible under the sound of his own moans and whines.
With a lot more effort than should have been necessary, Ichigo reached behind him and grabbed Grimmjow's wrist, stopping the movement of the man's fingers. "For fuck's sake," the redhead gasped, "just fuck me already!"
"Got a filthy little mouth there, Ichigo. I won't do it if you don't ask nicely." Even though Grimmjow was behind him, Ichigo could pretty much see the vicious smirk on the man's face. But in his drunken, lust-fuelled state, it just made the other man seem even sexier.
"Please," he breathed brokenly. "Please, fill me up."
Grimmjow laughed, deep in the back of his throat, before Ichigo heard the distinct sound of a condom tearing open and the slick noises of the blunette getting lubed up. Rearing up onto his elbows, Ichigo jerked backwards when he felt the tip of that fantastically-sized cock at his hole, luckily managing to force half of it into him.
"Impatient much?" Grimmjow drawled, slowly pulling most of the way out before sliding back in at a frustrating, excruciatingly languid pace. Ichigo just growled, moving his own body in an attempt to speed the other man up.
"Oh, no," Grimmjow laughed. "I'm the one in charge here. You just sit back and let me use you."
Gripping Ichigo's hips with his strong hands, Grimmjow forced the redhead to stay still while he nailed his prostate on every stroke. Ichigo dropped his head as his arms started to waver, the ridiculous pleasure driving him crazy- yet not to the point where he felt he could get off.
"Touch me," Ichigo almost begged, fearing that he would lose his balance if he tried to stroke himself. Grimmjow let loose with a light swat to his ass in response, his breath hitching as Ichigo bucked around him.
"Hell no, I wanna see if you can get off from just my dick." Thankfully, the blunette took some small amount of pity on Ichigo, speeding up until each thrust would have sent the smaller man into the headboard, if not for the tight grip on his hips.
Finally getting what he wanted, Ichigo bit his lip to keep in the embarrassing noises that wanted to escape, revelling in the feeling of Grimmjow pounding him into the mattress. Having already been brought so close to the edge, it didn't take too long before Ichigo knew that Grimmjow was right: that dick was enough to get him off.
"I'm…getting close," the redhead panted, tossing his head back as a bead of sweat dripped down his face. He heard Grimmjow's sharp intake of breath, then the thrusts became even more insistent, the blunette obviously determined to make him come without anything but straight-up fucking.
And it worked: obviously, Ichigo was more into rough treatment than he'd previously known, as he soon found himself barrelling towards orgasm, the force of it tearing a guttural yell from his throat as he made an absolute mess of the bedcovers.
Grimmjow ran an unexpectedly gentle hand through his hair, while murmuring a positively self-satisifed, "damn, I'm good."
Ichigo slumped back down again, panting hard, as the blunette continued to fuck him at a frenzied pace.
"Better hold on tight, Schoolboy. I ain't close to done with you yet."
After that, the post-orgasmic haze distorted Ichigo's perceptions, his consciousness floating in and out until he felt Grimmjow slam right up against him, the man shuddering through his own orgasm.
As the hands finally released his hips, most definitely leaving deep bruises, Ichigo fell onto his stomach, almost immediately asleep.
Grimmjow was woken up by the feeling of his mattress shifting, the deep sleep clouding his mind making it take a few moments for him to realise what was happening.
He'd finally fucked Ichigo, and damn did that guy have one hell of an ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he could hear the redhead repeating quietly, and when he finally cracked an eye open, he could see the other man darting around the room, hastily shoving his clothes back on.
"Mornin'," Grimmjow drawled, smirking as Ichigo whipped around to face him. The pure anger on the redhead's face was a beautiful sight, and if he had more energy, Grimmjow would've gotten up just to throw Ichigo back onto the bed for a second round.
Even without that though, he knew that it was gonna be a good morning.