Hello everyone! Ok, so I've been feeling Grimmichi-ish, so I decided on an early update to this story.
I think I'll leave the other one as a cliffie and start on the requests :D.
So, the first one is for Sinful Serenity!
Summary: Grimmjow is a burglar in Ichigo's house, and…well…can't…y'now…resist Ichi.
Disclaimer: I realize I haven't been including this! I own no part of Bleach or any of its characters!
Warnings: Yaoi, violence, cursing, slight dub-con at first but all consensual. Very slight dub con! And more that I didn't catch in the warnings. M for Mature!
Will you be my robber?
Normal POV
Pantera Jaegerjaques, master housebreaker.
At least, that was what his business card said. His real name was Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. And his job was much more informal than what that nice clean type made it out to be.
To put things simply, he was a thief for hire. And today's client had been especially intriguing.
"How'd ya find me, Kisuke? I thought I told ya I was on vacation."
"Grimmjow, we both know that you hate any form of transportation besides walking. There's not that many vacations you can take these days exclusively on foot."
"So what? A vacation is a vacation. Aka, no work. I don't have time for one of your stupid and dangerous jobs!"
The last time he had dealt with Kisuke and his uncommon requests, he broke 6 bones and, upon delivery of the item, watched in total revelation as the weird bastard glanced at the object and tossed it in the trash.
'No good,' he had said.
6 broken bones for 'no good' Grimmjow's ass!
"Aw, still irked about my last request Grimmjow? I promise this one's much easier!"
"Easier? Does that mean I'll only get a coma this time?"
"If you don't believe me, here's the address."
Grimmjow snatches the small paper out of Kisuke's hand and was slightly shocked to see an address in located in one of Karakura town's few peaceful neighborhoods.
"So what's the catch? You want their firstborn daughter or something?"
"Nah. It's just one guy living there. On his kitchen table, there's a remote control. Get me that."
"Fine, I'll get yer stupid remote. That'll be the usual amount."
Kisuke paid him, his smile slightly crooked.
"I promise it'll be worth your while Grimmjow."
Even for Kisuke, this was strange.
It was a bright blue house, very uncommon for such a sleepy neighborhood. Not that Grimmjow was opposed to the color. He rather liked this guy's character actually. The rest of the houses had also been bright blue when they were built, but now they were repainted to drab grays and browns.
He hadn't seen someone who stood out against their strict Japanese culture since his own childhood.
Letting himself in through the east wall window, he took a moment to look around at his surroundings.
The window had taken him straight into the kitchen, and it was a rather plain kitchen in that. It didn't differentiate itself from any other target home besides its color. Maybe this person wasn't as special as he had thought.
It wasn't that hard to find the table. It was the dominant feature in the room. The remote was dead center. An easy haul. No broken bones this time.
Grimmjow had just pocked the remote when the lights flicked on. "Shit," He mumbled. He heard footsteps. And they sounded close. Diving under the table and almost coming out the other side, a tanned foot brushed against the tile 6 inches from his face.
If he was discovered, Urahara was definitely paying extra on this one.
The fridge door opened, and he blinked as a wave of cool air wafted out, hitting his face. Rustling, and a foil wrapper fell to the floor. Did that say Hershey's? Chocolate at 1 in the morning? Who was this guy?
The door closes. Shuffling. A bang that made him jump a little. A click. Darkness again.
He waited a few minutes, to make sure the guy wasn't coming back for anymore chocolate. After 15 minutes of silence, he pulled himself out from under the table.
Nobody there. Perfect. He turned to go out the window he had left open, but it was closed. Shut tight. "Fuck," he mumbled. "Kisuke is paying at least double for this."
He ran his hand around the lining of the window, and felt the smooth metal wiring of an alarm system. The window was now useless for escape. He would have to find another way out.
…
"Double fuck!" Grimmjow hissed a whole string of definitely inappropriate words under his breath. None of the windows on the first floor were open, and all the doors were locked. The only room he hadn't checked was the bedroom.
This was triple pay, right here.
Grimmjow's POV
It was 2 in the morning. I was stuck in a house with a remote control that a wacko had paid me to steal. The only way out? Maybe the bedroom.
I ran my head through my hair. It was now, or wait for him to get up for more night time snacking.
Hopefully, his door wouldn't squeak.
With complete silence, I approached my potential exit. Expecting the worst, I turned the doorknob. The door opened with complete noiselessness. I send my prayers to the gods of un-squeaky doors.
Treading quietly through the bedroom, I made it to the window. It was unlocked. I could have done a victory dance, but instead almost had a heart attack when a loud moan came from the bed.
Being the thief that I was, I gave the room a one over, looking for hiding places or weapons that either him or I could use. My heart almost stopped again when I saw the bed.
He was a college student, he couldn't have been older than that. Bright orange hair formed a messy mane that spilled over his eyes and covered the back of his neck. He was shirtless, the covers half on and half off of him, a skinny but muscled body showing where the sheets didn't cover him.
I grinned when I saw the rest of his body. He was sweating, in the middle of a wet dream. Typical. I tried to look away from him, but found that I couldn't. I was drawn to him, a moth caught in the light. I admit, I am gay, but no guy had ever turned me on like this. I wanted to be with him, to hold him when he was down, to fuck him so hard he wouldn't walk right for a week and then some.
Not bothering to be silent, I strutted over to his sleeping form. He was arching his back now, and panting like a cat in heat. Countless dirty thoughts ran through my brain as my blood rushed to my nether regions, slowly forming an erection.
Wasting no time on useless foreplay, I swept the sheets aside and pulled his pants down, quickly sealing my mouth over his own hard cock.
His eyes snapped open and I hummed a little as he gasped in pleasure, desperately shoving his hips up and begging me to take more of him. I complied, going down until my nose brushed against his lower abdomen. He moaned again, and I relaxed my gag reflex as he came, the warm heat shooting down my throat. He collapsed back down onto the bed, drained from his release.
"Eesh, tired already?"
I watched, content as he jolted up in shock.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?!"
Ducking under a punch aimed for my temple, I gave a hard shove to his chest.
"Relax, I'm not gonna assassinate ya or anythin'. Ya even seemed ta like me sucking you off."
He blushed when he realized how close I was to his genitals and tried to pull up his pants.
"I'm warning you, I'll call the cops!"
I frowned. This would be worse for the both of us if he didn't cooperate. I tackled him when he tried to grab the phone on his nightstand.
"Yer gonna do no such thing. I would actually rather you agree to this and hold still, rather then me tying you up with your own bedsheets."
His eyes got all wide and afraid at this statement. When he opened his mouth to scream, I slammed my mouth against his. I snarled as he struggled frantically, trying to shake me off. None of this was helping my arousal or impatience. One of his arms was pinned by my knee, the other was held fast by my left hand. Using my free hand, I slipped my fingers into his pants and did a blind feel for his entrance.
He jerked every time I brushed against his dick, and soon, he was growing hard too. Good. Maybe he would be more willing if he was aroused. I pulled my mouth away from his and he gasped for air like a fish out of water.
"F-fucking jackass! You can't just-ah! What the hell are you doing down there?!"
My finger found his hole and slipped in easily. Since I was never one for taking my time, I added two more fingers after a few seconds of feeling around.
"Loosening ya up. Be a good boy and hold still."
I pressed my fingers down and his whole body shuddered, falling back down onto the bed. I brushed the spot again, and he jerked downwards.
"Ah! Hit it again!"
"Weren't ya sayin' something about cops a few minutes earlier?"
He blushed even more. I growled again. The kid was just too goddamn sexy. I wanted to pull my fingers out now and plow into him, but this was something that required patience, whether I liked it or not. He whined, and I looked up to see tears forming in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Am I hurting ya?"
"No, its just, I don't even know you!"
I paused my ministrations to pull him to my chest and kiss him on the forehead.
"Grimmow Jaegerjaques, Master Housebreaker. And, does it matter? Love is love. It can happen at first sight."
"I-Ichigo Kurosaki, aspiring and molested college student."
"Point of darkness*, huh? Sounds like an anime character. And I wouldn't call it molesting."
"It's my real name, and this definitely is molestation."
"Whatever. Can we have sex now?"
He curled his hand around mine.
"Y-yes."
Finally the words I had been waiting for. I tugged off his pants quickly, and shoved a pillow under his hips so he would be comfortable as I fucked him into the mattress. Then, I fit myself over his body, in between his legs. Sitting back for a moment, I unbuttoned my jeans and quickly pushed them off of me, followed by my boxers.
Ichigo tried to lean forward and I pushed him back down.
"Loosen up. This can hurt or it can't."
He tried to listen to my advice, but his shoulders were still as stiff as a board. I couldn't wait any longer. Bringing Ichigo up for a searing kiss, I quickly shoved myself into him in two quick thrusts. He probably would have screamed, if my mouth wasn't over his. Without waiting for him to adjust, I started pounding into him.
He cried frantically as I brushed over what I assumed was his prostate. I broke away from the kiss to move downwards, leaving bites that would bruise for sure on his collarbone and neck.
I felt his walls tighten around me, and hissed as I felt my release coming fast. I quickly grabbed his erection, and in a few strokes we were both coming. I didn't bother to pull out of him, I just fell on top of him, panting and grinning like an idiot.
"You…are…heavy…."
Ichigo pushed at my face weakly as I planted sloppy kisses over any patch of skin I could reach.
"Want ta go again?"
"Ah! Holy shit, you're hard already?!"
I thrusted into him with force that sent the bed crashing into the wall. Okay, Urahara. You're only paying double on this if we go all night.
Aaand, done. Sinful Serenity, I hope I wrote this to your liking! Grimmjow would make a nice thief, if he was quiet. And if Ichigo wasn't in the house to distract him.
I'll be writing a few more requests, and then I'll take a break from the request list to write more of my own one shots.
If you do decide to review, please, no flaming! Constructive criticism is accepted, but flames are not.