Chapter 10
"You did good." Grimmjow's eyes were stoic as he stared down at the man he had beaten to death, his hands covered in his blood. Grimmjow as a young boy had cried after killing a man, but after many punishments he stopped. Grimmjow wasn't even sure he could cry anymore.
Everything human had been beat out of him. And for a long time he had been okay with it, but now…
"Why did my men not deal with this?" Grimmjow asked, Aizen chuckling softly as he put a hand on his shoulder. Grimmjow had learned only pain from those hands, and to be touched by them now made his skin scream in ghost like pain.
"It is necessary to keep the leader fresh in the art of killing. Look at Isshin; he had gone soft in his old age. Your husband has no training in the killings of others." Grimmjow begged to differ on that, since one time when he pissed off Ichigo he found himself thrown through a wall.
Ichigo was more capable than him to kill. His power was beyond even Aizen's. His father may have shielded him from the violence, but he made a killing machine that just happened to be a fertile.
Aizen never bothered to get to know Ichigo, only knowing the pain of being punched across a garden once. Grimmjow knew Ichigo was getting stronger further into his pregnancy, his body preparing itself for any threats for when Grimmjow wasn't present. At three months, he could crush Grimmjow if he wanted.
Ichigo kept his temper well controlled though, something Grimmjow lacked. Even though Ichigo was easily irritated, he hardly got to the point where he wouldn't mind killing somebody.
Grimmjow would sooner run than face him in that state.
"That will be all for today," Aizen told him, Grimmjow nodding before heading to the bathroom to clean up. He washed his hands as thoroughly as he could, but he felt like he couldn't get the blood off his hands. Grimmjow grit his teeth, needing to vent out his anger badly.
When he finally got his hands clean enough he took a shower, cleaning away any excess blood. He put on a new pair of clothes before leaving the cold basement, the body removed, only a bloody pile left behind. Grimmjow went outside and got in the car that was waiting for him, the rundown warehouse giving him goose bumps every time he left it.
He watched so many people die in that warehouse; he wondered why he was still sane. His father made him watch every since he was three, and he started killing when he was five. At first it was just shooting them in the head, but his father started making him beat them to death with brass knuckles, skinning them, and torturing them till they eventually died of blood loss.
Some were just for him to practice with, but others were to get information with them. Grimmjow was taught to be a killer, and he was.
He was the worst kind.
Grimmjow sighed as he looked outside to the scenery, watching it roll by as his mind started to drift into the only place he felt normal. He thought about all the things he could do to Ichigo, his frown slowly turning into a smirk. He took his phone from his pocket when it vibrated; raising an eyebrow when he saw it was from Ichigo.
'Want to play tonight?' Grimmjow almost choked on his saliva, almost screaming out in joy that Ichigo was experiencing a surge in arousal again. The fits came and went, but when they came Grimmjow refused to be disturbed until Ichigo was done.
'Be there in ten.' Grimmjow texted back, ordering the driver to go faster. His phone vibrated again, Grimmjow eagerly looking to see what Ichigo had to say.
'Want me to get wet for you?' Grimmjow checked his nose for blood before shaking his head, his smirk becoming a grin.
'Yeah. Get it real wet for me.' Grimmjow waited on pins and needles for a reply and soon his phone beeped, though it was a picture instead of words. Grimmjow's eyes widened when he saw Ichigo's picture, the neko's fingers lubed and pressing deep inside. Grimmjow tried really hard to not have a nose bleed or balk, since the neko was usually very shy when it came towards sex.
In their many conquests of the flesh Ichigo only ever seduced him a handful of times. Even though he had the will of a dragon, he was rather submissive in bed. Grimmjow could get him to do anything if he was horny enough, which made their every encounters very interesting.
Now the neko was practically begging him for sex, and Grimmjow would never turn down such an offer. He would enjoy it to the fullest, the entire time Ichigo was dressed in the schoolgirl's outfit.
While Grimmjow thought up his evil plans on the way home, Ichigo was becoming a tad worried. He had looked for his toys in hopes to warm himself up with the vibrator, just to test it of course. When he didn't find his toys or the clothing he panicked a little, wondering if Grimmjow had found it.
This put Ichigo in the mindset that he would soon be dressed in one of the uniforms, handcuffed to the bed and pounded till he fainted. Ichigo wasn't so sure he wanted to be horny if that was the case but tried to stay calm, his brown eyes flickering around the room as he tried to think of where Grimmjow would hide it all.
Ichigo couldn't help but stroke himself as he thought about it, his arousal spiking again to the point he jolted in pleasure and need. He let his mind wander for a second as he laid back, lifting his feet onto the bed and pressing his fingers inside again.
Ichigo closed his eyes, his ears twitching as his tail dragged along the sheets. He hated to admit it but Grimmjow assaulted his imagination now, and no matter how much he tried he couldn't erase him. As he thrusted his fingers in deep and fast he imagined it was Grimmjow, the blue haired man biting his bottom lip in that innocent way he did when he was given pleasure.
Ichigo could hardly breathe as he pulled Grimmjow closer, crying out as he came close to release. Ichigo never liked to cum early, but with Grimmjow sometimes it was inevitable. He always hit the right places, always made him feel so good…
"Grimmjow," Ichigo whimpered as he rubbed his prostate, his other hand stroking his member quickly as he remembered the feeling of Grimmjow's lips around him. Ichigo clung onto his sanity by a rope, thrusting his fingers hard into himself and gasping with each almost painful jolt of pleasure.
Ichigo didn't hear the door open or close as he writhed on the bed, pleasured moans escaping his lips. Grimmjow watched Ichigo get worked up, keeping his presence unknown as Ichigo whimpered and gasped his name. Grimmjow's ego filled with the knowledge only he could do this to Ichigo, only he could make Ichigo want him as badly as his need to breathe. When Ichigo arched and came with a shout, Grimmjow walked over, spreading open Ichigo's legs and leaning down to lick up the sticky substance.
Ichigo jolted beneath him, a hand digging into his hair. Grimmjow never liked the taste of semen, but at this moment he felt it needed to be done. Ichigo grabbed his hair tight when he sucked on his member, Ichigo's spine arching beautifully. Grimmjow pulled away, rising up and kissing Ichigo's lips. Ichigo moaned as he pulled him close, his ankles locking around his waist.
"How long have you been standing there?" Ichigo whispered against his lips once the kiss became less heated, Grimmjow bucking against Ichigo's ass and making his breath hitch.
"Long enough to know you want it," Grimmjow whispered back, rising up and moving Ichigo's legs from around him.
"I found your toys," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo's eyes widening as Grimmjow grinned. Ichigo gasped and grabbed onto the sheets when he was pulled down, the heat of Grimmjow's member making his mouth water in want.
"Be my school girl," Grimmjow offered, Ichigo's cheeks becoming a special kind of red. Grimmjow moved away from him, Ichigo's eyes confused as Grimmjow crossed his arms over his chest.
"Wear the outfit or I won't fuck you." Ichigo was tempted to say he didn't need to be fucked by him, but he doubted his fingers would ever be enough for him. Ichigo ground his teeth together but nodded, Grimmjow smirking as he went over to the closet and opened his chest.
Ichigo snapped his fingers mentally, having never thought Grimmjow would put them in there since he never used the thing. Ichigo got off the bed and stood, Grimmjow opening the packaging and giving it to him. Ichigo blushed red as Grimmjow sat on the bed, a smirk of triumph on his face.
Ichigo slowly put on the slutty outfit, and even though he would never admit it, he looked sexy in it. He thought he wouldn't with his pregnant belly, but he had to admit he looked good. The shirt stopped after his chest, leaving a large expansion of skin exposed. He put on a tie that was patterned red and black, and a red and black patterned mini skirt. Long thigh high white socks adorned his legs, little ribbons on the each outward side. It was all topped off by a red thong, which Grimmjow enjoyed seeing Ichigo put on.
Ichigo blushed red, Grimmjow grinning as he looked Ichigo over.
"Come sit next to me," Grimmjow urged, Ichigo obediently walking over and sitting down. Grimmjow licked his lips as he ran a hand over Ichigo's thigh, the hair there almost nonexistent.
"Call me sensei," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo nodding, keeping his head low. Grimmjow looked over Ichigo's body, his eyes drinking in the deliciousness his body provided. Ichigo gasped when he was forced back onto the bed, his legs spread open by a rough hand.
"Wait! Grim- Sensei wait!" Ichigo closed his eyes tight when Grimmjow rubbed his half hard member through the material, reaching down and grabbing his hand with a gasp of pleasure.
"Wait? But why when you come to me like this?" Grimmjow asked as he moved the thong aside, Ichigo's hardened member lifting the skirt up. Ichigo was panting as he tried to think of what to say, Grimmjow reaching a hand down and sinking two fingers into Ichigo's slickened hole.
Ichigo cried out, closing his eyes as his body was assaulted.
"Sensei… Please, I want it," Ichigo whimpered, reaching over and touching a hand to Grimmjow's groin. His pants had been awfully tight, Grimmjow licking his lips as he twisted his fingers and pushed deep. Ichigo's cry of pleasure only added to the deliciousness, Grimmjow tempted to fuck him to release the stress he had gained over the day. He wanted more of a reaction though, wanted more feeling and more screams, so when he thrusted inside Ichigo would scream his name till he passed out from pleasure.
Grimmjow pulled his fingers out, Ichigo opening his eyes blearily. Grimmjow stood up, Ichigo sitting up as he watched Grimmjow undo his pants. Grimmjow grinned as he pushed his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them and kicking it away.
Ichigo's eyes were immediately drawn to his member, Grimmjow gasping in surprise when Ichigo moved forward and took the head into his mouth.
Grimmjow groaned as he put a hand to the back of Ichigo's head, fisting a hand into his hair as his head bobbed between his legs. Grimmjow felt some of his stress dwindle away as Ichigo got to work eagerly, the loud slurping noises like music to Grimmjow's ears. His member twitched inside his mouth, Ichigo moaning and moving his head faster as he sucked harder.
Grimmjow worked him lower, Ichigo reaching a hand up and touching the course muscle of his abdomen. Grimmjow let his head fall back as he started to thrust his hips weakly, wanting more. Ichigo acted like he was going for only the best as he moved lower and sucked harder, Grimmjow shivering when he felt the prick of his teeth just barely across the sensitive skin.
"Take it all," Grimmjow urged, rubbing Ichigo's lower jaw as a heavy groan escaped his lips. Ichigo looked up, his eyes bright with tears as he breathed deeply before taking him all in. Ichigo looked away to swallow, Grimmjow grabbing the back of his head tightly and keeping him there. Ichigo swallowed again, Grimmjow releasing into his mouth. Ichigo had experienced this enough times to know to swallow it without gagging, Grimmjow pulling him away to see some semen land on his face.
Ichigo closed his eyes, sticking out his tongue as heavy spurts landed on his cheeks, lips and tongue.
Grimmjow groaned as he let Ichigo go, his member soft. Grimmjow cracked his neck, his stress seeping away. Even though they originally hated each other, they both craved sex just as much as the other. Ichigo would put his anger away long enough to be fucked till he passed out, and Grimmjow wouldn't be an asshole. It was a win win that resulted in amazing sex and quickly learned skills.
"What grade would you give me, sensei?" Ichigo whispered hoarsely, Grimmjow looking down to his husband. He felt his member harden when he saw his cum covered face, Ichigo rising up from the bed and turning around.
"If I got an A, will you please fuck me sensei?" Ichigo pleaded, Grimmjow taking off his shirt and socks as he got ready for the main course. Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow slapped his ass, rocking forward as a part of him screamed in joy. Grimmjow slapped the other cheek just as hard, Ichigo rocking into the blow. Grimmjow lifted Ichigo's skirt, tearing his thong off with a swift snap of the thin material.
Ichigo bristled when he grabbed his tail, Grimmjow pushing in hard and making him gasp. Ichigo lowered his head as his body was finally filled with what he had been craving, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he pushed back into the enlarged member.
"Fuck me sensei, I'm ready," Ichigo panted, Grimmjow understanding Ichigo's need to feel pain. Ichigo only enjoyed pain during sex, though only minor bits like a slap or a roughly held tail. The occasional pull of hair was what he needed to cum, though sometimes Grimmjow's thrusts alone gave him the pleasured pain he needed so bad. Grimmjow had been his perfect match, and Ichigo knew it.
Grimmjow pulled out and pushed back in quickly, Ichigo crying out as he pushed back. Grimmjow let go of his tail to grab the skirt, tearing it off and grabbing Ichigo's hips as the tension inside of him finally broke. Ichigo was forced down onto the bed as Grimmjow fucked him hard and fast, his moans filling the room.
Ichigo gripped the sheets tight as he cried out with each thrust, Grimmjow throwing his head back as fucked Ichigo as hard as he could into the mattress. Ichigo moaned as he pushed back against the brutal thrusts, Grimmjow grabbing onto his hair and forgetting for a second Ichigo was his husband.
Right now he was fucking Ichigo the student, the slutty whore he knew he was. Grimmjow slapped his ass, Ichigo pressing back against him as he rode the waves of his second climax. Grimmjow wouldn't stop though, Ichigo screaming out when his body gave a hard mock orgasm.
"Fuck me sensei!" Ichigo screamed out, Grimmjow groaning as he stopped his thrusts to grind deep into Ichigo's body. Ichigo groaned in pleasure as he pushed back in need, Grimmjow pulling out and turning him over. Ichigo arched when Grimmjow forced himself back inside, his larger hand grabbing onto his shirt as he moved faster and harder inside of him.
Ichigo grabbed onto the sheets, having missed this insistent pounding only Grimmjow could deliver. Ichigo thought he would die as Grimmjow fucked him till he couldn't breathe, his sweet spot not even needing to be touched for this to be the best sex in his life. He arched when his tail was pulled, screaming out when his prostate was hit straight on.
Ichigo clamped his eyes tight as Grimmjow tore the shirt apart as he thrusted in deep, cumming hard into Ichigo's willing body. Grimmjow pulled out immediately, panting as he looked down to Ichigo who was being covered in his cum.
Ichigo looked heavenly as he lay there panting heavily, Grimmjow not even close to being done.
"Do you want more?" Grimmjow panted, Ichigo opening his eyes. Ichigo spread open his legs and lifted them up, bringing them to his chest. Grimmjow saw some of his cum slip out with a tinge of blood, Grimmjow licking his lips as he felt his member rise once again.
He didn't want to think, only fuck. And it seemed Ichigo was doing the same.