A Sardonic Liaison
30 Drabbles for Grimmjow and Ichigo
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Chapter Title: Guerilla Radio
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #14, "Radio-cassette player"
Rating: NC 17 [Suggestive themes, cursing, oral, sadism
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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It was one of those quiet, but rare afternoons. Ichigo's family had gone out to do something family-ish and he was content to stay behind to catch up on some needed sleep time. The past couple of nights had been a busy time for him. The hollows around town had seen it fit to take any hope of him getting eight hours of sleep away from him. He couldn't complain, though, since now he was getting that sleep that he had so desperately wanted.
"Oi, Ichigo."
Nevermind.
The Shinigami growled, cracking one tired eye open to look at his guest.
"If you were too stupid to notice, I'm trying to sleep." The familiar blue-haired arrancar nodded.
"I can see that."
"Good. Now leave," Kurosaki replied, burying his face back into his pillow. Grimmjow clicked his tongue, settling himself in a sitting position on the other's bed. Of course, it was only a twin-sized mattress, so he had to stretch his legs out over the teenager's prone and lying figure. He could hear Ichigo release a string of curses that the hollow was sure were just for him.
"Give me a break. It's not like I came ta screw ya or anythin'."
"That's a first," murmured the Shinigami. Jaggerjack smirked deviously.
"Oh, c'mon, Ichi. It's not like ya ever ask ta stop when we get goin'." Another string of curses. "I've never heard ya plead so much. 'Oh Grimmjow, harder, faster, right there--'." Ichigo picked up his pillow and swatted at the other's head. Jaggerjack blocked it simply by raising his arm.
"Shut up, you ass. You're so full of yourself."
"That's right. And most nights you're full of me." The Vaizard never felt his face go so hot. Grimmjow was laughing and that could only mean that Ichigo's face was just as red as his name. Ichigo wished his legs had the strength to push the heavier man off of him.
"Get offa me!"
"How 'bout I get off on ya?" Grimmjow laughed at he pinned his prey to the bed beneath them, but Ichigo had different plans. Using all of his body weight, the teenager was able to send both of them to the floor in a mess of limbs and now-aching knees, spinal chord, and head. "Fuck! What's 'ur deal shovin' me onto the floor all the time?!" Jaggerjack growled at the orange-haired kid above him. Kurosaki managed a triumphant smirk even though his knees, which had hit the floor pretty hard, were hurting like hell. Probably pinched a nerve.
"Oh, you didn't know Grimm? Dogs and bitches sleep on the floor." The Espada managed to flip them over once more.
"Then, we'd better get ya on the floor, huh?" He said, watching as the Shinigami struggled. Ichigo wouldn't let this fight go so easily now that his pride was at stake. He managed to squirm one arm away from the other's bony hand, thus launching a closed fist into Grimmjow's face. Unfortunately, though, the left hook was a bad idea in hind sight because his fist not only clobbered bone, but bone that felt like sandpaper. Jaggerjack stumbled from the blow, rolling off to the side, and Ichigo cradled his now bleeding knuckles.
"Fucker."
"At least I'm not an idiot and went to hit a hollow mask bare-handed!" The Arrancar wouldn't admit it, but the punch had kinda hurt.
"At least I'm not stupid enough to get hit by the idiot punching my mask." Grimmjow rubbed at his jaw, staring the orange-haired teen down. It was going to be one of those days apparently. They'd fight, have sex, and then fight immediately afterwards. Cest la vie.
Grimmjow made the first move, opting to tackle Ichigo to ground again, and giving him a sucker punch to the face. Kurosaki thanked the Gods that the other's fist was merciful enough to leave his nose out of this fight. The last thing he needed was to go to school tomorrow with a bloody and broken nose. Although now he had a nice bruised cheek. He reciprocated the punch, aiming his right jab into the Arrancar's temple. Jaggerjack reeled back, his vision turning blurry for a split second. It was enough time for the teenager to managed a swift kick to the other's stomach.
Regrettably, Ichigo forgot the other had no stomach, so his foot stomped air and his leg shot through the hole that was once flesh, muscle, and organs. There was silence for moment. Grimmjow looked down to the leg that was currently resting in his hollow-hole and then to the throughly embarassed, hot-headed Shinigami. Despite the headache the Espada was now sporting, he managed to crack a smile, trying to keep himself from laughing whole-heartedly. Ichigo looked off to one side, knowing he had just made a complete ass of himself. Jaggerjack roared with laughter, knowing the Vaizard made a complete ass of himself, too.
"It's not fucking funny!"
"You're right," Grimmjow managed between laughs. "It's goddamn hilarious!" Kurosaki's hair stood up on end, angrier every second the Sexta Espada kept laughing. He finally snapped, grabbing the nearest blunt object and hurled it at the other's blue-haired head. The square, grey object collided with the hollow's forehead, which made it smash to pieces. Ruined squares of circuitry and grey, plastic peices of the object fell to the floor. Grimmjow's hands flew to the wounded spot on his forehead, growling in pain.
"Fuuuccckk! Did you just throw somethin' at my fuckin' head?! Why the fuck would ya do that? Ya little fuckin' brat! Arg!" Ichigo found himself smiling for once, managing to wiggle his leg out of Grimmjow's stomach hole.
"You deserved it."
"What did I do? It was funny! C'mon, ya can't say it wasn't funny!" The blue-haired Arrancar rubbed the swelling and bruised spot on his forehead vigorously. If he had a headache before, he now had a migraine.
"It wasn't funny." Grimmjow continued to rub the spot on his head, looking down to the pile of debris on the floor. He picked up one of the face plate of whatever the thing was and turned it around.
"...Did you throw a tape-player at my head? This thing's a fuckin' relic! No wonder it crumbled to pieces." Ichigo looked surprised.
"Oh shit, really? Is that what it was?"
"Yeah," Jaggerjack turned the face plate around for Ichigo to see. The namebrand read 'Sony Radio-Cassette Player'.
"Shit. My dad gave me that."
"Hopefully when you were a kid." The Shinigami gave Grimmjow a questioning look.
"How did you even know what that was?"
"Huh?!"
"How did you know it was a tape-player?"
"What the fuck? How old do you think I fuckin' am?!" Ichigo looked away, almost embarassed.
"Well, uh, I don't know..."
"You must think I'm fuckin' a hundred or something!"
"Well, hell, I didn't know!"
"Well, I'm not a hundred, okay? I know tape-player's went outta style awhile back because CD players came around. But, shit, man, that thing hurt. I've got the headache of a life-time." The orange-haired Vaizard huffed, stood up and headed for his door.
"I'll be right back."
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"Here." After a couple of minutes of trying to will-away the headache, Ichigo came back from his kitchen with an ice pack. Grimmjow gladly took it, placing it on his forehead, and sighing relief. Kurosaki sat down next to him, resting his head on the side of his bed. Jaggerjack glanced at the knuckles that had been bleeding before and found them wrapped in gauze bandaging.
"Ya know, there's this thing called 'sexual healing'." Ichigo glared at the Arrancar, trying to make him implode where he sat. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll try bein' less of a pervert, even though you like it." The Shinigami could almost see his ashes on the floor.
"Don't mistake this as an act of kindness Jaggerjack, I just wanted you to shut the fuck up."
"Well, you know, there's another way of getting me to shut up. You can let me into your pants," he grinned from ear to ear.
"I thought you didn't come to sleep with me."
"Actually, what I said was, 'I didn't come to screw ya', and now I've changed my mind. All that fightin's got my adrenaline goin'." Ichigo froze like a deer in headlights when he felt the other's breath on his ear. "C'mon, Ichi. I know fightin' like that gets ya goin' too." Kurosaki scooted away from the hot breath playing on the side of his face, his cheeks already flustered.
"We're both injured you idiot. Besides, do you not remeber that I dead-tired when you came over?" Grimmjow smirked, setting down the ice pack to creep nearer to orange-haired boy. "C'mon, I'm not kidding."
"Neither am I."
"What about that bump on your head you were bitching about?"
"I can ignore it for a little bit."
"Goddamnit, I'm not doing this with a fucked up hand!" Grimmjow smiled, taking the other's hand in his grasp. He pressed one of the knuckles down with his thumb, drawing fresh blood to the surface. "That hurts, you dick!"
"I'm sure it does, but I like that beat-up look on ya, Kurosaki. When I hurt ya," Jaggerjack emphasized by pressing down on another torn knuckle. Ichigo barred his teeth in seething anger. "It kinda turns me on. Ya get this look on 'ur face..."
"Oh yeah? Well, when I punch you in the face it makes me smile. So, if you're gonna get horny by hurting me, then I get to punch your damn face in. Deal?" Grimmjow let go of the other's hand, chuckling.
"Fine, fine." Kurosaki shook his hand, trying to get feeling back into it. The nerves had gone numb from where Grimmjow had pinched them.
"Besides, fighting doesn't get me horny, you sadist."
"Only for you." Grimmjow put the ice pack back on the purple bruise. "So, ya just randomly get turned-on then?" Ichigo looked to him.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, when I come 'round, ya either hate my guts or ya wanna fuck. I mean, can ya just turn it on and off like that?"
"No. No one can you idiot. Sometimes I just need a little...release."
"So, that fight was 'ur release then, huh?"
"Most of it, yeah." Suddenly, Ichigo regretted his phrasing, glancing at Grimmjow's already mischievious smirk. "Fuck."
"Oh, yeah. We'll be doing lots of that."
"No, no! That's not what I--Mmphfff!" It didn't take very long to get the teenager to the ground and to throw aside the ice pack. With his now free hand, the Arrancar put it on the back of Ichigo's neck to pull him closer into the kiss he had given into so easily. The Shinigami shivered, Grimmjow's now ice-cold hand sending chills up and down his spine. He loved that feeling of the Espada's tongue sliding over his, like the other was tasting him. The Sexta Espada had always said that Ichigo tasted like vanilla (but this was just due to his toothpaste). Grimmjow tasted like nothing, unsurprisingly. Of course, Ichigo had half-expected this due to the fact that Jaggerjack couldn't eat or drink anything, therefore he put nothing in his mouth (besides one other thing of course).
Without noticing it, the hollow was able to remove most of the Shinigami's t-shirt. Jaggerjack managed to break the kiss long enough to say, "Shirt," which the meaning of should have been obvious. Ichigo hurriedly threw off the shirt, the Arrancar above him removing his jacket. The Vaizard would never tire of the feeling of skin on skin. They both stuck together due to some perspiration left over from the fight that had happened only minutes ago. The feel of the other's cut abs against his own taut stomach was something that made him sigh in satisfaction.
He probably should still be mad at the hollow that was currently mapping out his entire midsection with his hands, but he couldn't find the strength to be. He was too tired to try and force this away. Besides, this was always a welcome change from exchanging hello's with their fists. Yes, Grimmjow completely turned Kurosaki into a putty when they started kissing. He was such a woman sometimes.
The orange-haired teenager wrapped one leg around the back of the other's thigh, trying to draw him closer in attempt to feel more. He could already feel the beginnings of a hard-on through the Arrancar's hakama. Grimmjow rolled his hips forward, smirking to the younger of two below him. Ichigo gave a wanton moan, too trapped in his own lust to hold anything back.
"See? I was right, you do get turned on by fighting. Can't wait to have my cock in you, can you?" The Shinigami did what he could to assert his position in this, make it look like he wasn't going to totally take whatever Grimmjow was going to dish out. He rubbed at Grimmjow's dick through his pants, smiling.
"Can't wait to have my hands on you, can you?"
"Actually gonna dish some out this time?
"Oh, I'll do more than dish it out." Ichigo shoved Jaggerjack's pants to his thighs, letting his cock slip out. The teenager gave him one of those 'smart-ass' smirks, one that looked like Ichigo was in total control of the situation. Grimmjow sat back in realization.
"Oh," was all his managed to say as the Shinigami set to work on the shaft in front of him. Grimmjow knew the kid was inexperienced, but he never held that against the teenager. He loved that so-concentrated expression on the Shinigami's face which made it look like he was being tested. It was amusing, to say the least. Of course, he did appreciate a blowjob once in awhile, especially since he was giving them out most of the time. Kurosaki had a lot of facial expressions and some of his cuter ones came out when he was embarassed.
Jaggerjack's hand crept into the unruly mess of orange-hair near his crotch, urging him to go deeper and faster, to which Ichigo responded to in great enthusiam. The Espada almost came when he felt Ichigo swallow the head of him, almost gagging because he had gone too fast. He could feel the inexperienced tongue wiggle underneath him, like his cock was a tongue-depressor. Ichigo swallowed once more before backing away a little.
Grimmjow moaned deeply. He had to bite his lip from doing anymore. He was a man of pride, and letting an inexperienced teenager get that much of a reaction out of him was embarassing. He felt that moment that Ichigo's tongue traced the vein on the underside of his hard-on, which made him release into a hot mouth. He shivered a little when the end of the orgasm came, almost hearing the teenager swallow. Kurosaki's head rose as he wiped his mouth of any remnants.
"Fuck, that shit's nasty." Jaggerjack laughed.
"No one asked you to swallow."
"What the hell was I supposed to do with it?"
"You could've let me cum on your face."
"That's fucking gross!" The Arrancar laughed at the complete look of disgust the other's face held. "You're such a damn pervert." Grimmjow kissed the other boy, finding the taste of himself to be quite bitter. Ichigo leaned away for a moment, to give the hollow another look of disbelief. "Sounds like something they'd do in a porn."
"You watch porn?" Ichigo blushed.
"N-no."
"Look at it?"
"No!"
"Liar."
"W-what?"
"Well, we're a porn together, Ichi. Sweet, sweet porn," Jaggerjack gave one of those face-cracking smirks while Ichigo blushed heavily. "Now if only we had cheesy 70's porn music in the background."
"I fucking hate you sometimes."
"Bow-chicka-bow-wow."