A Sardonic Liaison
30 Drabbles for Grimmjow and Ichigo
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Chapter Title: As Good As It Gets
Author: gogodgene (Away From Sanity)
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #12, "In A Good Mood" (Also for 30 Lemons: #4, "The Thrill of the Forbidden")
Rating: NC 17 oral, anal
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Alas, everything belongs to Kubo Tite.
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Ichigo's life immediately becomes a shit hole the minute he hears midterms.
He hates and despises that word so much, there should be two underlines. He wishes this word was never invented by man. Couldn't teachers just call it 'The Test'? Or 'Big F-in Test' would be funnier. Midterms in general made his life a living hell. He could never sleep right or eat right because he spent most of spare time studying. Not to mention his friends would be upset with him for spending all his time in his room.
Now a week into the studying, Ichigo felt awful. He would have nightmares about his homeworks assignments.
Nightmares.
Not about Hollows.
Not about the Arrancar.
Not about Aizen.
Not about the biggest war in all of spiritual history that would be happening so very soon he could almost see the first wave of Menos Grandes making their way here.
It would be about homework.
Ichigo isn't dumb by a long shot. He's actually very intelligent, but he has his reasons for being so anal about midterms and finals. It's really just to make his mom proud of him. His mother was as smart as they come; she would be upset if her son didn't live up to his potential.
The last thing Ichigo needed to put him in an even worse mood, was upsetting his fallen mother.
So, he studied. Long into the night, most nights. He hardly ever ate dinner at the table anymore. His sisters worried, and his father worried in his own special way that could only be so Isshin. Ichigo never says it to his dad's face, but he's glad that he worries so much.
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Midterms are only a couple days away. While people cram at the last minute, Ichigo lays on top of his bed, giving himself a break. He's been studying two weeks straight. He tired and he's sure his stomach hates him by now. Nevermind he kinda misses life outside text books and his small, cramped room.
The Shinigami looks out the window; it's 9 at night. His family has headed off to bed, but he was still up due to his just finishing up some neglected homework that wasn't as important as midterms. It's clear out tonight, no clouds and the stars show off in the night sky. Ichigo knows that if he stares at the moon long enough, he fall asleep with ease. It just calms him for some reason.
During the two weeks he's been having to study like a mad-man, Hollows have seemed to appear out of every nook and cranny of the city. The Vizard knows he's never been this busy and wonders if there's a stronger Hollow in town somewhere. Usually the manifestation of a large group of meager Hollows means there's an even stronger one not far behind. Right now, though, Ichigo doesn't have the energy to look.
Hell, he doesn't even have the energy to lift his arm.
His eyelids slip down, but he doesn't fall into a peaceful slumber just yet.
There's a slight problem that needs to be fixed first. Especially since that idiot has blocked out the moon's glow and it's not so comfortable anymore. Ichigo opens his eyes hesitantly. At first, he believes if he ignores the moron, he'll just go away.
He should know better.
"Wake up, Shinigami." Said Shinigami huffs in annoyance as he catches the silver moonlight glint off of almost electric blue hair. It looks really soft.
He didn't just say that.
"Grimmjow..."
"Finally got away from Aizen-bastard and came ta visit," the Arrancar smirked mischieviously. The teenaged Shinigami knows that smirk all too well.
"Well, you got away for nothing. I'm dead-tired and have no energy to put up with your shit tonight." Ichigo turned away from his window to face his wall on the other side of the room. This of course just says to Grimmjow, 'keep trying'. Unless you kick his ass and put out his lights, Grimmjow never quits.
Besides, once they finally get into the flow of things, Ichigo never says 'no'.
The Espada crawls next to Ichigo very feline-like, as if looking for something comfortable to cuddle next to.
Or fuck.
Most likely the latter because all of Hueco Mundo knows Grimmjow Jaggerjack doesn't cuddle.
The Sexta Espada lets his hand slip onto Ichigo's waist, feeling the teenager freeze; in anticipation or fear, he doesn't know and doesn't care. Grimmjow gets what he fucking wants, dammit. He didn't come all this way to get cock-blocked.
"You're feelin' a little stressed, Ichi," Grimmjow whispers, using his pet name for the Shinigami. Jaggerjack doesn't know why Ichigo likes the name so much, but the kid blushes when he hears it. Grimmjow thinks it's so goddamn adorable when he does that.
He will never, ever say that though.
In fact, forget what was just said.
"It's been a bad couple of weeks, so lay off," Ichigo growls, trying not to wake up anyone in the house. Grimmjow never relents, breathing against the Vizard's surprisingly sensitive ears. A tiny shiver, but the Hollow will have to do more than that to get the kid to melt against him. The Arrancar's fingers dance along the flesh of his hip bone and he can almost feel the blush that escapes onto the other's face.
A kiss along his jawline.
A nip on his neck.
"I can make it better," the Espada offers, the innuendo none-too-smartly covered up. Ichigo's not giving an inch, though, and it's wearing his nerves thin.
"I'm sure you could. Some other night." Grimmjow frowns in annoyance, pulls the kid down onto the bed so he can look him in the face. Little smart ass always knows how to push his buttons. The 'Not-Getting-Laid-Tonight' button is pretty big, though, so anyone could hit it. "What the hell do you want?" Grimmjow smirks, that jawbone making him look a little more sinister than intended.
"Ya know what I want, so don't play coy, kid." Jaggerjack nips on the boy's chin, the jawbone scraping gently along it. He kisses those sarcastic lips he hates to love and loves to hate so much. Ichigo humors him by giving into an open-mouthed kiss.
He should know better. Give the Hollow an inch, and he'll take a mile.
Ichigo can't and won't deny that tongue, though, as it slips and wraps around his. He does what he can to keep himself from being completely trapped in the Arrancar's net, and plays against the other's muscle.
He knows he's not as good as Grimmjow when it comes to this kind of stuff, but he'll never admit it to the sex god. Not only would it inflated the other's ego, but he would be an easy target to take advantage of in bed. He'll be damned if that fucking bastard gets the upper-hand each and every time during sex.
Ichigo's breath hitches as Jaggerjack's slim and powerful hands find their way under his shirt, and he knows this already going to far. He pulls back reluctantly.
"We can't do this here, you dumbass. My family's asleep, they'll fucking hear us." A suck along his neck.
"No, that's where you're wrong. The right way ta say that was 'They'll hear us fuckin'."
"I'm not gonna have my little sisters hear two guys screwing next door to them." A thumb pad against his nipple and he's straining to hold back the noise that's in the back of his throat.
"It's a kinky thought, though, right?"
"Jaggerjack," Ichigo growled. Grimmjow shuts him up for a few moments while he tests just how far he can go before Ichigo starts resorting to violence. Ichigo bites his tongue just as he feels the bony hands start playing with his pants' fly. The Arrancar swallows blood, but is smiling all the same. "I'm serious you ass-clown," Ichigo manages to say while whispering and yelling at the same time. An oxymoron only he can pull off.
"So am I."
"Listen, you horny bastard-." Another kiss, but an unexpected grinding of the hips. When their kiss breaks, Ichigo isn't saying anything.
"Don't worry. We'll just be really quiet." Even before the Shinigami can form words, actually syllables, Grimmjow has pushed his shirt up and started to nipping a trail down to his pants. The Shinigami becomes just as red as his name as the button pops off quickly, and the zipper slides down so fucking slowly. He bites his knuckle to keep from making any sound, but seeing that blue savage of a Arrancar over his erection is the most fucking orgasmic sight he's ever seen.
Ichigo can feel his teeth already biting into the skin, because there's that swell of sharp pain that accompanies any cut or bite mark. His free hand grips his bed sheets as that sinfully pink tongue slides gracefully along his length. That damn tongue is like a lizard's and Grimmjow knows this; he can do truly diabolical things with it. Kurosaki watches in mind-numbing pleasure as Jaggerjack sucks him off like a popsicle; seriously, he looks likes he's really enjoying himself down there. Ichigo holds back a moan as he watches thin lips engulf him, tongue swirling, licking, and wrapping around him. With any noise drowned out except the slurping, the panting and the hot, heavy breaths along his dick, Ichigo can't help but pay close attention.
It's enough to make him want to scream.
"Oh GOD..." he manages to whisper, behind his knuckle and clenched teeth. Too his utter dismay, though, Grimmjow rises from his sultry position to smile at him. Ichigo was in the right state of mind to complain, but shut up the moment the Hollow started to strip himself. The Shinigami followed suit, already too far into this to quit. After he had released himself from the tight bonds of his clothing, Kurosaki immediately attacked the other's mouth, needing that friction that could only be caused by skin on skin. A small moan escapes from his mouth as the Hollow's talented tongue finds his, nevermind his teeth that keep nipping at him. The blue-haired Espada pushes both of them to the bed again, already pushing the teenager's legs apart. He pulls away from the kiss to examine his prize and congratulates himself yet again for getting the biggest asshole (no pun intended) in the world to fuck him.
That smart mouth, that constant 'bad-ass' frown, the furrowed eyebrows, taunt muscles under slightly tan skin: it's enough to make Grimmjow Jaggerjack horny every time he sees the little sardonic teenager. Ichigo is downright delicious in the very apex of their sexual encounters.
"Goddamit, you're gonna stare a hole through me, you ass." Grimmjow smirks.
"I'm takin' in the prize of today's hunt, Ichi. Give me a moment."
"The hunt's still on, moron. Now are you gonna finish me off, or not?" The Sexta Espada throws him a lop-sided smirk. He loves it when Ichigo talks dirty, even if it isn't really all that dirty.
He's just too blunt, really.
"I won't disappoint." The Hollow trailed his long fingers onto Ichigo's length, gathering the droplets of precum onto his fingers. He watches as Ichigo shudders, closing his eyes. Jaggerjack knows the Shinigami is embarassed because of the red blush on his face; he's such a woman. Kurosaki feels the spindely fingers find their way inside, wriggling around just because the Arrancar knows it makes him convulse like crazy. It's such a weird feeling; he can't help it. The teenager desperately tries to keep quiet as he feels those long fingers scissor him from the inside, every so often finding that spot and rubbing against it.
He wishes the Espada wouldn't tease him so much. It's really more annoying than it is endearing.
What passes as a minute or two seems like hours and Ichigo growls.
"Fuck me already, you stupid motherfucker."
"I would never fuck your mother." A glare of death. "I like guys better anyway. Women talk too much." With speed and accuracy that could only come from the sex god known as Grimmjow, he enters the teenager below him up to the hilt. Kurosaki gasps, but he never says it's in pain.
He knows he's a fucking liar.
The Sexta Espada antagonizes the Vizard, going at such a slow pace. Ichigo impatiently rocks his hips; if the Hollow was going to fuck him, he should do it fast and hard. Their foreplay already had him riled up enough as it was.
"Fuck..." Ichigo cursed, just as the Hollow started getting the picture and picking up the pace. He loved to draw things out with the Shinigami. The teenager had never learned patience was a virtue.
And here he was trying to be nice and let the boy adjust. Well, he'd never try that shit again.
Thrust after thrust had Ichigo almost yelling out in passion. He had long forgotten to keep his mouth shut and wondered faintly if this was waking anybody up. Grimmjow hit that spot dead on almost every time. Ichigo could feel his climax just around the corner. He gripped his bed sheets, thrusting his hips in time to meet the Arrancar's hard cock. Everything was blurry, and he was dizzy. This always happened right at the end. Hell, he could even see stars.
"Grimm...I'm gonna...Ngh...Fuck, fuck, fuck." The little stars that had been in his vision exploded with him, he himself moaning deeply. Grimmjow was done as well a couple seconds after, sighing in a perfectly complete sort of way. Both struggled to regain their lost breath, staring at each other through heavy-lidded eyes. Jaggerjack made his way next to the warm body already laying down, content in every way possible at the moment.
He wasn't cuddling. Really. He was merely laying awfully close next to Ichigo.
Said Shinigami turned to the Arrancar next to him.
"Ya know, if you gave me more blowjobs like that, I'll be willing to let you into my pants more often." Grimmjow smirked.
"That's a great thing ta hear. Next time I need a hole ta fuck, I'll offer my tongue's services."
"That kind of language is what makes our fucking relationship so goddamn intimate."
"I like it when ya curse obsessively after screwin'." Ichigo noticed that Jaggerjack was already on the move again. Apparently, he had been a nymphomaniac in another life. "It's a turn-on," the Espada said, as he kissed the other's shoulder.
"We fucked once. That's my limit for tonight you prick."
"C'mon! I wanna fuck again." Ichigo was so glad that the fucking moron had been laying closest to the side of the bed, because after that statement, he immediately kicked him out.
"Ow, my fuckin' back! Ya fuckin' pain the ass!" Ichigo smiled as he tugged his covers around him in a cocoon-like state.
This is really as good as it gets in their relationship.