Title/Theme: "After Dark"
Author: Kaz (aka KamiKaze43v3r)
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: M for smut
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Bleach besides some manga and merch.
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After dark; Ichigo has always believed it was the time where the nights were at its darkest. It didn't seem to make a difference whether the moon was up or not, for the clouds always seem to envelop it, blocking out its light at that point of time. The world would seem like it was standing still, aside from the occasional night breeze, and the silence was both peaceful and eerie at the same time. It also seemed to be the perfect time for monsters to be up and about.
For Ichigo, he had already kicked enough number of monsters' asses, and it was neither peaceful nor eerie as there was no silence for him to enjoy, since at that moment his world didn't stand still in contrast to the world outside. All he hears at that moment – almost every single night – are sighs, pants, moans and the low creaks of his bed as he along with another figure – a monster? – rocked in rhythm atop of the bed. All that he feels are the stuffiness from the shared body heat between them, the smoothness of the other's skin, the hardness of his abs and the pleasure that took over him with every of the other's ministrations.
Ichigo groaned as Grimmjow moved harder against him, his grunts growing louder by his ear. The substitute shinigami bit his lip in an attempt to hold back a loud moan. He shuddered as his sense of touch heightened, and now he was focussing on every little touch; the friction of his chest jostling against Grimmjow's, his hardened cock rubbing against the Espada's muscled abs, and he was also aware he was gripping painfully hard onto the elder man's back. Blunt nails barely dug in into hardened steel-like flesh, and it stung the substitute shinigami's hands instead, but he didn't care. All he cared right now was getting more of the pleasure the Espada was giving him.
"Grimm," Ichigo managed to say, with a raspy, pleading voice. "Grimm." His voice was strained, insistent and pleading. And Ichigo was oblivious to the fact that that tone of his made the Espada all the more horny. His brown eyes barely caught the smirk that formed on the teal-haired man's lips before they rolled into the back of his head, his mind overwhelmed with ecstasy as Grimmjow thrust harder, faster into him and had started to jerk him off.
"...Nnn, fuck, fuck!" Ichigo half-yelled into Grimmjow's shoulder trying to muffle his voice. He was already seeing white behind closed eyes, and pleasure mounted him and he felt like he was going to explode. He could hardly hear Grimmjow's breathing by his ear that was growing heavy and tired. He was definitely close, and his thrusts became more desperate and demanding, uncaring whether he was hurting Ichigo or not as he slammed ruthlessly into the teen and all the while still pumping him. Ichigo clenched his teeth and fists, whimpering at the twisted sensations of mixed pain and pleasure that Grimmjow's thick, large cock brought along as it invaded his body. His body became tensed and then with a cry, Ichigo came. His seed spurt onto Grimmjow's hand, body, and also onto his own.
Ichigo slumped back onto the bed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His whole body was numb but he was vaguely aware of his slightly still-aroused state and his moans as Grimmjow continued to fuck him hard into the bed to reach his own orgasm. He didn't last long, cumming in side him with a growl and an almost crushing grip to his hip that Ichigo knew would leave a bruise for at least a month.
The Espada rained chaste kisses and nips onto his neck and shoulders, licking at the semen on Ichigo's body before he shared the bitter taste with the teen himself. It always made Ichigo cringe, and that expression was to Grimmjow's sick liking. Heck he loved it when Ichigo spouted all profanities he could muster at him. It turned the Espada on, and the teal-haired man knew that it was probably the same for the shinigami too.
Ichigo sighed in what seemed like satisfaction at Grimmjow's unusually rough tongue that slid over his. The teen's eyes glanced at the window, catching sight of the silent moon that peeked out from behind the clouds and barely sharing its light. It was so dark, Ichigo could hardly see Grimmjow in front of him. The stillness of the world outside in the dead of the night slightly unnerved him while he mentally compared the contrast to what was happening indoors.
Yet Ichigo somewhat enjoyed the deadness of the night, the point of time that was called 'after dark'. Because at those moments, Ichigo would feel truly alive, with a monster that loved to be up and about after dark.
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Thanks to Mako (aka Kemonomichi) for providing me the theme and just plainly being my muse. I will be updating randomly, according to how much motivation, time and inspiration I have.