Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: IchiGrimm
Author's note: English is my second language so please don't kill me over grammar mistakes and all those things. Still un-betaed.
AFFINITY
And arrancar and a shinigami were sprawled on the younger man's bed, idly talking about unimportant matters such as the weather and the Winter War.
Aizen had been sending his Espada around the human world to wreak havoc and scatter Soul Society forces but the blue haired soldier always found time to run to his shinigami to play. And Ichigo always made sure to thoroughly punish him for his misdeeds.
"I was thinking…" started the orange haired teenager
"Did it hurt?"
Ichigo took the pillow from under his head and swatted the larger man with it. Grimmjow just covered his face with his arms, laughing and kicking the air with his bare feet.
"Shut up, idiot. I realized I've never seen you in your released form."
"Yes, you have. That time in Hueco Mundo." replied the Espada
"Only once, Grimmjow, and we were fighting. I just want to see it from up close without having to worry about the claws."
The hollow thought about it for a second then he unsheathed his sword and uttered a soft 'Grind, Pantera'. His uniform was replaced with the custom white armour that showed all his sinewy muscles. His hair grew long and sharp claws came out from his fingers. Careful about not tearing the bed covers he repositioned himself to sit on his backside, his tail swishing calmly behind him.
Ichigo rose too and took one of his lover's hind paws, pressing against the soft pads on its underside to reveal the powerful claws hidden in the black fur.
"Just how much are you similar to a big cat?"
"I don't mark my territory with piss if you're worried about the furniture." smirked the human-like feline
"Ah, no… It wasn't what I wanted to know but rather if you… You know…"
And he got red in the face. Now, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was irruent and impulsive but he wasn't stupid, it was just that sometimes humans custom baffled him. He had been human once but times changed and from time to time Ichigo had to explain to him exactly why you weren't supposed to do certain things in a certain way.
"No, I don't. What the hell are you blabbing about, Shinigami?"
"You know how cats… Clean themselves…"
Yes, he knew how cats cleaned themselves, thank you very much. What was the brat's point?
"I don't wash my face with spit, that's disg…"
A light switched on in Grimmjow's perverted brain and he smirked a feral grin. Trust his newly-promoted seme to be this kinky. He never really thought about it, in Las Noches if you wanted release you went to one of your Fracciòn or to a lower ranked Espada to get the job done. Grimmjow steadied himself with one hand, moved the other one to his side and raised a leg towards the ceiling. And then he brought his grinning face to his own crotch.
"Should I give myself a blowjob or a rimming, oh Great Master?"
"You… You can even reach…"
The poor boy looked like he was ready to die from a heart attack since half of his blood was concentrated in his upper head and the other half in the lower one.
"Yep. As a matter of fact, flexibility is a quality that goes with the cat-like looks."
A/N: Still wondering about where Grimmjow hides his plin-plin when he's in released form. He must have some kind of pouch. I'll have to go study feline anatomy for this… Well, let me know what you think! Grimmjow still acts a bit rude since I want him to remain in character at least a little bit. A teary-eyed uke!Grimm is a no-no in my head, a domineering and half-crazy one is better! èé