NnoitraxGrimmjow

Now if some of you have read Chapter 9 'Liar Liar' of my story Sing Me a Song then this chapter is an explanation of what had happened that night XD it's not connected and it's not necessary to read that chapter in order to understand this story. Just that the idea of a drunk Grimmjow is too good an idea to pass up *perverted grin*

So basically for those of you who HAVEN'T read 'Liar Liar' Grimmjow gets drunk at a club and Nnoitra couldn't pass up the opportunity of hitting on him and so much more *hint hint nudge nudge wink wink*

I don't know if you could call this rape but it is sorta non-con so you have been warned

(this link is to help you know what Grimmjow and Nnoitra were wearing :3)

And song for this? Hmmmmm think of Break The Ice by Britney Spears ;3

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'WHOOOOOO!' Grimmjow screeched as he raised both hands formed in the devil's horns to the air while he stood on the DJ's platform and faced the thronging crowd below him. Everyone cheered and mimicked him. He grinned wickedly at them before spinning around so that his back faced the crowd and he let himself fall. People whooped as they reached out to touch him and carried him all over the club floor.

Nnoitra brooded in the corner with his tankard of alcohol as he grinned at the blue stud riding the crowd. Damn Grimmjow could really be the life of a party. If he hadn't shown up, Nnoitra would have labeled this night as a total yawnfest. But Grimmjow had sauntered in with his usual swagger and after a couple of swigs of beer he was rocking the floor and taking up the centre as he broke out into some crazy but sexy dance moves.

Nnoitra watched as soon as the bluenette's feet hit the ground, he was sandwiched between a guy and a girl so he began grinding one and got grinding by another. They were so closely packed together they practically looked like they were having a threesome on the dancefloor. Nnoitra grimaced at that point.

Yeah right Grimmjow would have sex with someone. True the stud was a total player and slept around so much it was like he was Nightcrawler from X-men: he'd go to some girl's apartment one night but end up in a guy's house the next morning! It was fucking insane!

But now, that guy barely entered another person's house except to say hi or borrow something. It was like he had an epiphany or something and now he wanted to purge himself of his unclean ways and restart his life. Nnoitra snorted. If that was true then Grimmjow wouldn't be drinking and grinding random people on a Saturday night in a club.

So what had changed this blue stud muffin to give up his habit of having random sex every alternate night? Could it be he had found someone new? No way! Grimmjow tied down to one person for the rest of his life? Impossible!

Nnoitra chewed his lower lip and his eyes wandered onto the bluenette as he stumbled off the dancefloor, laughing like a lunatic and gripped a bar counter nearby. And ordered another beer. Grimmjow was so fucking wasted right now he probably wouldn't remember a thing he did tonight!

Nnoitra's eyes gleamed mischievously as an idea clicked in his head. It wasn't a bad idea. Cruel but it wasn't bad. And by bad he didn't mean morally but genius wise. No shit it was morally bad. Was Nnoitra ever expected to do something morally good? Yeah, and then hell would freeze over.

Nnoitra drained the last dregs of his beer before wiping his mouth, chugging his tankard to one side and swaggering up to Grimmjow. So what if Grimmjow was drunk? He was pretty drunk too and he wasn't responsible for his actions tonight. Plus, the bluenette was looking especially delicious with his loose and crazy actions. It was such a turn on. He grinned to himself as he thought that and his dick twitched. Yep, what he was about to do wasn't such a bad idea at all.

He slammed his hand on the table as he took a stool, startling Grimmjow who accidently slopped some beer on his jacket. Grimmjow glanced at his jacket and the scowled at Nnoitra though the tall man could tell he was too gone to actually make sense since he was squinting so much. So might as well take what the bluenette had to say.

'Hey, you fucker,' Grimmjow slurred and pointed at empty air before leaning against the counter so that he finally pointed at Nnoitra. 'Watch where you tilt the world! You coulda drowned me in my own beer! Though that wouldn't be such a bad idea…'

Grimmjow stared off into space before shaking his head and then resumed drinking his beer as if Nnoitra hadn't just come up. Nnoitra rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

'Yo, Grimm, why aren't you out there having the fucking time of your life, ne?' Nnoitra said. He didn't bother letting Grimmjow know who it was in case he remembered in the morning. Grimmjow snorted.

'I did. But it ain't easy getting these people to get up and have a fucking good time,' Grimmjow muttered and then looked at Nnoitra before squinting again. 'Do I know you?'

'Maybe,' Nnoitra hummed and changed the topic. 'But I've heard you're quite the stud. Going about and…you know…'

He air-humped to emphasize his point. Grimmjow rolled his eyes but stopped to clutch his head since it was hurting him.

'I ain't some man whore who does nothing but fuck everything that moves!' Grimmjow snarled and chugged his beer down before he glared at Nnoitra. 'I'm fucking committed now and I ain't going to cheat on my guy!'

Nnoitra raised an eyebrow. Wow, so the bluenette was tied down to one person. What were the odds? But who?

'Bullshit,' Nnoitra said with a smirk and leaned in close. Grimmjow's eyes narrowed and he leaned forward to. They were so close all Nnoitra had to do was nod his head forward and they would be kissing. He shivered at the thought. Tempting.

'Fuck off then,' Grimmjow whispered. His breath was so heavily laid with the stench of alcohol if Nnoitra had inhaled it he would have gotten just as drunk as him.

'Fine,' Nnoitra murmured back and then nodded his head in the direction of the dance floor. 'On one condition.'

Grimmjow sluggishly glanced at the packed floor. He scowled at Nnoitra.

'Fi-!' he began to say but Nnoitra had already grabbed his hand and was dragging him onto the dancefloor. Grimmjow stumbled as they squeezed into the thronging crowd of writhing bodies that danced to the beat thumping loudly in the club. He looked around in confusion, wondering how he got there so fast and almost jumped when he felt two arms enclose his waist.

'Relax,' he heard a voice whisper into his ear and recognized it. 'Just do what you do when you're dancing.'

Though the alcohol flowing through Grimmjow's body was telling him to let loose, a certain, non-drugged part of his brain was telling him that something was off. That he shouldn't trust the guy he was with right now. Too bad the alcohol part of his brain took up two-thirds of his will power. And the other part was ruled by the beat playing in the club. So to hell with instincts.

Grimmjow began to gyrate his hips to the music, bending his knees slightly and grinding into the man behind him. When he heard a gasp, he smirked. He then lifted one hand and draped it around the man's neck, grimacing at how tall this guy was that he had to stretch so much. But Nnoitra was enjoying the feel of the man's ass working against his cock and bringing it to life. He ground back but harder, even feeling the bluenette go rigid as he felt the hard member humping his ass.

Grimmjow's eyes widened when he felt one hand leave his waist and settle on his jean's waistband, one finger hooked inside. His breath hitched when he felt the finger sink lower until it touched his boxers. Grimmjow felt his senses struggling to get a grip on what was going on. This guy was trying to hit on him. Even though he had just told him he was committed. Or did he tell him? Maybe he should tell him. But how? His mind was too muddled to think of anything coherent to say. And the situation was not looking good. His partner had started to go below the boxer as well and was touching his bare skin, making him shiver like it was fucking freezing or something.

Grimmjow grabbed Nnoitra's wrist that was delving even deeper into his pants, his breathing erratic. He also removed his hand from around Nnoitra's neck. Nnoitra frowned. Grimmjow was thinking. Maybe he wasn't drunk enough. He had to do something to distract him.

Grinning, he bent down and kissed the back of Grimmjow's neck, which caused the man to stiffen in place. Getting bold, Nnoitra gripped Grimmjow's elbows as he began to suck and nibble that tan neck, rolling his eyes at the taste of lime and sweat which just made it even more intoxicating. It was Grimmjow after all.

Grimmjow whined so low it was barely audible in the loud music thudding in the enormous room but Nnoitra heard it all the same which spurred him on to suck harder and bite more viciously. He rubbed his cock against Grimmjow suggestively and that's when something clicked in Grimmjow's head. The bluenette suddenly dug his elbows into Nnoitra's gut harshly, causing the tall man to grunt and release his grip. It allowed Grimmjow to get away and disappear in the crowd. Nnoitra cursed under his breath and though he felt pain in his sides, he limped in pursuit of the bluenette. He had an aching erection because of that fucking blue tease and he wasn't going to get away with it.

He scanned the floor and he was thankful for being so tall to be able to do this with ease. He suddenly spotted a flash of electric blue making its way to the club and out the exit leading to the back alley. Nnoitra grinned lecherously. Good. No one would try going that way to find what he was about to do to the blue elf.

He strode through the rusty door with its tilting 'EXIT' sign just waiting to slip off. Like a horror movie. There, next to a dumpster was Grimmjow, leaning against a wall and panting hard. Nnoitra stalked closer until he was barely two inches away from Grimmjow.

'Hey, babe, where did you run off to?' he whispered seductively, causing Grimmjow to jump and bang right into the dumpster. Nnoitra laughed maniacally and leaned in again, narrowing his eyes. 'We were just starting to have fun.'

Before Grimmjow could answer, Nnoitra smashed their lips together forcefully, slamming the blue male against the wall while running his hands under his shirt. One hand slithered to the small of Grimmjow's back and the other hand travelled high up under the shirt to tweak a nipple. Grimmjow keened like a kitten and struggled against his partner though he didn't know whether it was to escape or to get more pleasure out of the situation. This just made Nnoitra grin even wider as he used the hand on Grimmjow's back to pull him closer and flush against his hips.

Grimmjow shakily placed his hands on Nnoitra's chest and was stuck between pushing him away and gripping the shirt even tighter due to the oh so beautiful friction of their clothed erections rubbing against each other. The only way he knew he had control over what was going on was by not allowing this man access into his mouth. So as long as it was only a lip on lip action, Grimmjow knew he was sane.

That's when he heard the jagged echo of a zip being opened. His eyes flew open (he didn't even know they were closed to begin with) and he broke the kiss, gasping loudly from lack of air and looked down, his eyes wide and unfocused as he tried to decipher whether what he was seeing was a dream or reality.

Nnoitra had managed to pull his pants all the way down now so that he only stood in his black boxers in the barren alley. He pulled desperately at Nnoitra's shirt, struggling to know what he wanted as Nnoitra, annoyed with the loss of the lips on his own, began to attack his neck again.

'N-N-No!' Grimmjow whimpered and his hands scrambled across Nnoitra's back as if to escape. 'I-I don't…ha…want…fu…this…'

'No,' Nnoitra murmured as he bit harshly through Grimmjow's skin, making the bluenette utter a strangled cry of pain. He then began to lap the wound in apology, smiling at the metallic taste of blood flooding his senses. 'But I do.'

Soon, Grimmjow's boxers were gone and there were two fingers rammed up his hole. As soon as Grimmjow's heart stopped beating so rapidly against his chest, he realized what Nnoitra had done and his eyes widened once more as he slammed his head against the wall, moaning like a wanton animal. It was getting hot, hot, hot and he didn't know what to do. He was so far gone in pleasure and pain he didn't know what plane of reality he was on anymore. All he felt was two long appendages scissoring his entrance that were hitting his bundle of pleasure nerves so forcefully he could only moan and whine to know he could still feel.

And then the two appendages left and his chest fell to slam against the wall as something even bigger entered him. The pressure built and built until he realized that it was stretching him more than he could be stretched. So he turned his head to the sky and screamed.

Nnoitra grunted as he shoved his member into Grimmjow. God he was so fucking tight. But then again, Grimmjow didn't bottom with his partners. He was usually the dominant one. Though he should bottom more often. It was such a fucking gorgeous sight. His lips slightly parted and red from the abuse Nnoitra had inflicted on them. His hair was so disheveled that some covered his eyes even though Nnoitra was aching to see what emotion they were evoking. But even if he moved the hair to one side, Grimmjow had scrunched his eyes shut tight and wheezed them shut even tighter with each thrust. He even gritted his teeth and breathed hard, stuck between trying to scream and trying to cry.

Nnoitra wasn't raping him. He wasn't. Because inbetween gasps, Nnoitra could distinctly make out a 'harder, fucking bastard, HARDER' and it just spurred him on to brutally assault the man's prostrate till he couldn't walk.

Nnoitra lifted one of Grimmjow's legs and draped it over his shoulder as he bent down low to suck on Grimmjow's collarbone while pounding even harder. The bluenette's body kept jerking and slamming against the wall. Nnoitra could tell it was hurting the male because he had latched a hand in Nnoitra's hair and kept tugging it harder with each thrust. If he pulled any harder Nnoitra was going to go bald. But the way Grimmjow was tugging his hair was so fucking arousing it just made him want to pleasure the man writhing under him even more.

Grimmjow winced as Nnoitra hit his prostrate dead-on once more. Fuck it was so goddamn painful! But so fucking good at the same time. He didn't know what to think, what to do. Should he breathe? Should he stop? Should he scream? He just voted on whimpering and biting his lower lip so hard he broke the skin. There was no stopping this now. Not when he was so fucking close to his climax.

And then it happened. That one hit that caught his breath in his throat, that made his toes curl in utter bliss and his entire body shudder as he was emptied. Grimmjow let out a warbled cry as he came hard. Nnoitra hissed as Grimmjow's entrance tightened around his manhood, the hot velvety feel of that passage so overwhelming to his senses that he couldn't hold it in anymore. He moaned as he came inside Grimmjow, clutching those alluring hips so hard he betted he had left marks that would take a week to heal.

Nnoitra stumbled as Grimmjow slumped against him. He sighed, realizing that the bluenette was out cold. The alcohol had finally drained him of all his energy and he had conked out. He looked about the alley and for the first time he entered it, realized how empty it was. Was that a good thing?

He gingerly pulled up Grimmjow's boxers and pants, frowning as he tried to button them up. He needed to get Grimmjow home, but how. That's when he heard someone talking from the other side of the dumpster. He hastily slumped Grimmjow against the huge garbage dustbin and scuttled towards the door he came from. He was once more enveloped in the throbbing music which was giving him a headache now and he opened the door just a bit to see the intruders.

'You actually expect Grimmjow to be here?' Stark said dully as he yawned and scratched his head. Ulquiorra nodded and looked behind the dumpster. 'Grimmjow might get wasted but he wouldn't be that wasted!'

'How I wish you could be right at times,' Ulquiorra sighed and walked around to drape Grimmjow's arm about his shoulders. 'Now stop talking and start helping. The sooner we get home, the sooner you get to sleep.'

Stark just yawned again and shrugged his shoulders before helping Ulquiorra, not even bothering to ask how the emo knew their friend would be here. And by then, Nnoitra had long disappeared. His night of fun was over anyways.

Wow, this came out darker than I imagined 0.o okay I apologize to anyone who expected something else while reading this and I'll make it up to them in the next one.

To everyone else who liked it (hopefully!) I'm glad you did because I am all for uke Grimm and there is never enough of these stories out there, non-con or not! :3

Ciao!