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Rumors and Shirt Collars, part 1

Grimmjow's POV

Before we strike, Hollows-at least, the more sophisticated ones-watch their prey for a lengthy amount of time to see if it's worth the risk of getting a knock to the head from a zanpakuto. So, I watched him. He was sleeping in class again, true to form. Honestly, Ichigo. You work too hard. Even if I don't know much about humans, pulling an all-nighter to prepare for the test you are currently using as a pillow does not strike me as a strategic way of performing well in school. Although I can't say that I don't like to see you asleep. No, that would be lying. And I wouldn't lie to you. I would be too busy bending you over and fucking you to tell lies. I lick my lips as he mumbles and shifts his head, covering more of his beautiful face with his hands.

Even if it cost me a month of babysitting Wonderweiss for him, it was definitely worth having Szayel make me this 'invisibility device'. It hid me from all of Ichigo's stupid friends, even the soul reaper ones and their devices that picked up hollow readings.

If I wanted to, I could kill them all.

But that might make Ichi angry.

So, they live.

For now.

But I don't like the look that brown-haired girl's always giving him, like he's her prey too.

A bell rings, making me flinch a little. My mouth curls into a frown. Damn. My Ichi yawns and stretches, cursing when he sees his almost blank test. I savor that one last scowl and shunpo away to the garganta I've left open in the park.

…

"WHAT?" I slam my hand down on the meeting table, cracking the marble. "What do you mean, garganta testing?"

Aizen smiles at me.

"It means exactly as it sounds. For the next thirty hours, the gargantas will be sealed with my reiatsu so Szayel can preform tests on the reiatsu in Hueco Mundo. It turns out that opening the garganta eats away at the reiatsu here and I want to know if anyone has been making any unnecessary trips."

He looks pointedly at me. "You wouldn't want Hueco Mundo to collapse, would you?"

I flip him off and storm out of the meeting hall. Tea drinking bastard. I'll show him. But, when I try to open a garganta to watch my prey sleep, I feel Aizen's reiatsu. After several more attempts, I give up for now, once again cursing his name.

I flop down onto my bed. Believe it or not, hell has pretty goddamn nice pillows. I lean back on one of these pillows, thinking about my Ichigo.

First, his face, framed by the flaming spikes of his ginger colored hair. Tanned skin intensified by deep hazel eyes. A mouth turned in a permanent scowl when he's awake. Asleep, it's more like a soft frown. Ears that I could use to tell him how amazing, so utterly perfect he was. To reassure him it was all right when he got scared. To bite when I'm horny.

Lips that begged to be kissed and a strong neck that yearned for my teeth to sink into them.

I shiver. I'm only at his shoulders and I'm already hard. Pulling off my obi sash, I sigh in content as my cock is exposed to the cool night air. At least, it feels like night. I can't tell anymore, thanks to the fake blue sky.

I grab myself and begin to jerk off slowly, moving downwards on Ichigo's flawless body.

Broad shoulders perfect for me to put my hands on when I thrust in and out of him. A smooth but hard collarbone that my tongue should definitely explore.

My hand moves faster.

A perfect set of toned arms to grab my own shoulders, or to give hand jobs when I'm too lazy to have sex. A smooth chest that should be covered in sweat and come at the end of a good night. His nipples, something to give himself pleasure that's inflicted by me. A bellybutton and ribs that are also made for my tongue to taste. Hips to grab when I do him doggy style, or to hold him still while I grind into him, telling him when I want to fuck.

I move even faster, tightening my fingers. I can already feel my climax coiling in my stomach.

An ass to smack when he's being naughty, or masochistic. A member smaller than mine that I could blow, stroke, and torture him with. Flexible legs that I can position any way I want to get to his entrance. A glory hole that I dreamed of almost every night. I could see it. Nice and tight and simply begging for something to be put inside of it. Fingers or cock, it didn't matter.

I moan quietly as I come all over the bed, my stomach, and my hand. Cleaning only myself off, I retie my sash. A King does not sleep in a dirtied bed. It looks like D-roy is switching rooms with me tonight.

…

Even if hollows never sleep, D-roy should invest in a softer bed before I kill him like that black haired soul reaper did. Out of the goodness in my heart, and my massive amount of chores that he could be doing, I had had D-roy resurrected.

Maybe I should kill him again.

That's for later though. I've finally gotten the stupid garganta open and I've been sprinting through dark space for the last couple minutes. Stupid human world, why the hell are you so far away?! The opening finally looms in front of me and I flip the switch on my little device, allowing my mouth to fall into a grin.

Time to find my prey.

Finding his reiatsu trail has to be the easiest thing in the world. He literally lets his spiritual pressure pour out everywhere like a total idiot. I think it's cocky, personally. Sort of like a challenge for me and other hollows here. But the others wouldn't lay their dirty paws on him. Today, I would claim what is rightfully mine.

I catch sight of that trademark ginger hair and my entire body shudders with need. Tonight, yes. When he's in his bed, I'll take him and make him mine. I want him to have a nice school day first though. Maybe he can make up that test.

But, as I near his slouching body, I notice something is different. Something is missing. My Ichigo is alone. Usually, he is surrounded by his stupid group of friends, the tall, tan giant, the brown haired girl, the girl who killed Di-roy, the kid with the glasses, and the red haired soul reaper.

They had left my Ichigo alone. Alone. I would have been furious about this if I wasn't too busy paying attention to something else. His collar is turned up, hiding his neck. It confuses me.

Why would he want to hide his neck? What could possibly be on it? I'm tempted to go down there and flip the collar myself to see what's underneath, but I settle for listening to what the other students have to say about it.

I end up walking next to-what's his name, Keigo or something? I don't care-and listen to him whispering to another student.

"Did you hear what happened to Ichigo? I heard that he slept with Renji, that red haired guy he's always with! Who knew Ichigo was gay?" Almost immediately, it takes a large amount of my willpower and more to not beat the shit out of this kid. Who did he think he was, writing Ichigo off as an idiot?

"See? Renji's not here today and Ichigo's shirt collar is turned up." He leans closer to his friend. By now, I'm ready to feed him to the adjuchas.

"I would bet all my money that his shirt collar's up to hide the hickeys."

That does it. Ichigo and that kid are dead men. Mostly Ichigo. He dies tonight or I'll give up being King. I wish desperately that I could rip off my reiatsu hider and attack him right now, but it would most likely get me killed. And I want to draw out his pain, to make him suffer.

…

I'm sitting on his windowsill, which he foolishly propped open to let in some of the cool breeze that's blowing by. It's nighttime. Time for me to get what I've been waiting for all day. Ichigo is at his desk, working on his homework. One of the problems is pissing him off. His fucking shirt collar is still turned up.

After a million years, or what feels like the equivalent of that time, he gives up on the problems and turns away from the window, lazily stretching out his arms.

Time to strike.

I flip a switch on the suppressor that will make me visible to this world, but it will keep my spiritual pressure hidden. Meaning Ichigo could see me but wouldn't get any help. Silently, I tense up my legs and pounce. I catch him and we both crash to the ground. "Make one sound and you're dead," I hiss into his ear.

"And I'll kill yer sisters before I kill you." His eyes go all wide and fearful and he nods his head quickly. I take my hand off his mouth.

"Grimmjow?"

"No. It's the fucking tooth fairy. Congratulations. Who the hell do you think it is?!" He squeezes his eyes shut. "Why the fuck are you here?" I move so that I'm holding his hips with one hand, and shuck his pants and boxers off with the other. He finally catches on and tries to wiggle out of my grip.

"Stop it! This is called rape and it's illegal!"

"Then which sister should I start with? The blonde or the black haired one?"

He begins to cry as I tie his hands with my obi sash. I ran a quick hand through his hair and fit my body over his. I can feel Pantera walking around impatiently in my head, his lust clouding my thoughts and mixing with my own. Before Ichigo can react, I thrust forward with my hips and my cock slips into his entrance.

His back arches, and if it wasn't for my hand on his mouth he would have woken up the whole neighborhood. I, however, am in something close to heaven. He was even tighter than I had imagined! I'm only about halfway into him, so I thrust again. I feel the skin of his rectum tear and I have to keep from moaning when his blood flows over my dick.

But, even in all this pleasure, I still feel anger knowing I wasn't the first to claim him. I hated that soul reaper. My prey is something that nobody messes with. When he stops screaming, I move my hand from his mouth to rub his collarbone.

"Why?"

I'm taken out of my inner hate rant by Ichigo's voice.

"Why are you doing this?"

This question angers me. I pull out of him and thrust in again, pulling my head back to bite down on his shoulder through his shirt, my hollow jawbone opening and clamping down on it too. He covers his mouth again. I suck on the blood that flows from his shoulder, savoring the irony taste.

"You know pretty fucking well why I'm doin' this!"

"I don't! Honestly! "

"Then ya don't know where these came from?!"

I jab an accusing thumb into his neck.

He sobs harder. "Is that what this is all about?!"

His stupid comment makes my anger rise to new heights. "Just? Just?! Yes!"

He pulls the collar down and I stop moving, realizing the mistake I have made.

On his neck is an absolutely terrible sharpie drawing of a rabbit.

"Really?! That's why you came all this way to rape me? This?! Rukia drew a Chappy on me and I couldn't scrub it off in the shower last night! What the fuck did you think it was?!" He collapsed underneath me, probably from all of the strain.

My rage was completely diminished and I carefully pulled out of him, trying to ignore the blood that followed. "So yer a virgin?"

"Not anymore, thank you!"

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. I had messed up big time. I wasn't going to forgive myself for this.

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