A Sardonic Liaison
30 Drabbles for Grimmjow and Ichigo
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Chapter Title: Cross Over
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #5, "Ano sa...(Hey, you know...)"
Rating: PG 13 [swearing (as always)
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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"Ya look like such a wanna-be in those tattered clothes, man."
"Excuse me?"
"It's like 'ur tryin' too hard ta be this big bad-ass of a Shinigami. Like ya think 'ur the biggest fuckin' thing ta hit Soul Society since the Zanpaktou."
"At least I don't look like a fucking street whore with my jacket barely covering my ribs and open for all the world to see! Jackass!"
It had been a fairly bright and warm day outside. Ichigo didn't feel like wasting such a good day and had decidely skipped school. Nevermind that he and Grimmjow had already promised each other they would spend the day together.
This isn't like a normal couple's day out, though. When they spend the day together, they spar in the morning, fight, kill and generally maim hollows in the afternoon, and then screw at night. Their relationship has been on-going like this and neither are ready to change something that works. Besides, they had both already established that their relationship wasn't something born out of love. What they had was merely for a good work-out and an equally good time.
Right now, though, they were taking a break of hunting those annoying small-fry Hollows and somehow, this conversation started. If there is one thing that should be forever known about Grimmjow Jaggerjack and Ichigo Kurosaki's relationship, it should be that the two never go two minutes without arguing or fighting about something. It isn't necessarily a bad thing; it keeps them both on their toes.
"I can't help what Aizen-bastard gives us ta wear. Everyone's outfit is different." Ichigo snorted at this, putting his chin into his hands, and placing his elbows on his knees.
"He probably thinks you're his little bitch, or something." Grimmjow's face darkened at this.
"Fuck 'im! I ain't nobody's bitch, especially not Aizen's. I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna kill 'im and skull-fuck his corpse. Fuckin' stuck-up bastard."
"Well, it's the same thing with me. This is just an outfit. I can't help what I wear during my bankai. Retard." There was silence for a moment before Grimmjow smirked at the Shinigami sitting next to him. He suddenly had a very crazy idea, and if there was one thing Grimmjow liked about himself, it was his crazy ideas. Ichigo became wary of the Arrancar at this moment, knowing full well that smirk meant nothing but trouble. Usually for himself. "Do I even want to know what you're thinking?"
"Oh, I was just thinkin' that those clothes suit you well, ya know. Since 'ur an angsty, loner bitch."
"I do not, you fucking ass!" Jaggerjack chuckled.
"Yeah, 'ur right. You'd look like an angtsy, loner bitch in anythin'."
"I could make even your clothes look bad-ass, whore."
"Is that a challenge I hear?" Kursaki stood with a determined look on his face, suddenly stripping himself of his clothes. Jaggerjack smirked, throughly happy with the results of his idea. A free strip show; he couldn't ask for more.
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After both Shinigami and Arrancar had swapped clothes, they looked at each other and almost laughed. Well, the Sexta Espada almost tackeled the teenager to the ground in order to fuck him senseless. Grimmjow felt oddly strange in Shinigami clothing, even though it wasn't very different from his own. The sleeves and hakama legs were shorter on him and the clothes fit him a lot more snugly than they would if they were on Kurosaki. The jacket wouldn't even close around him, because his chest and shoulders were broader than Ichigo's.
Jaggerjack concluded that he indeed like his clothing better on Ichigo. The jacket could close around the top half of the Vaizard's torso, but his abs were left for Grimmjow to see. His favorite part about the whole cross-over was the fact that his hakama kept trying to slip off of Ichigo's hips. Seeing the Shinigami blush about this and trying to keep the pants up was too hilarious and turn-on.
"Hey, ya know...those actually look good on ya."
"They don't even fit me right," Ichigo said, emphazing by pulling his pants up again. Grimmjow smiled lecherously, leaning in to steal a kiss from the stunned Shinigami.
"Well, I got a way to get ya out of 'em," the Arrancar concluded, sticking his hands on the other's hips to help the white fabric down the teenager's sides. Grimmjow chuckeled, looking at the blushing Shinigami. "I love it when a plan comes together."