Title/Theme: "Fistfight"

Author: Kaz (aka KamiKaze43v3r)

Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo

Rating: M for some kink... I think... and HJ, lol.

Disclaimers: Don't own Bleach. Kubo Taito and his almighty shades do.

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"Fuck!" Ichigo cursed the moment sharp pain shot through his jaw. Grimmjow had hit him there pretty good. He spit out blood onto the ground and glared at the teal-haired Sexta Espada who was just as bloodied as he was, smirking at him. Fucking Arrancar with stupid hand-to-hand combat skills. And Tensa Zangetsu had been flung away to god-knows-where. And hand-to-hand combat wasn't exactly his field of skill right now, especially after getting Zangetsu. Now he had to fight an Arrancar, a mother-fucking Espada of sixth rank, with skin of steel, with just his fists?

Fuck no.

But he didn't really have a choice now did he?

Screw this shit, Ichigo thought, he was gonna punch this fucker's lights out, even if his hands were to break.

Clenching his fists, Ichigo shunpo-ed right in front of Grimmjow, taking the Sexta by surprise and punched him square in the jaw just as he had him. And amazingly, the Arrancar was thrown back but didn't lose his footing.

Ichigo, however cursed long and hard as he rubbed his sore fist which may have very well been fractured on impact. Did the bastard have a skull made of rock or something? Oh yeah, he had skin of steel, Ichigo reminded himself. Lucky bastard.

"That wasn't a bad hit, shinigami," Grimmjow admitted with a growl, his feral grin still plastered on his goddamn good-looking face. Ichigo just had to add that. But that stupid smirk really pissed the orange-head pretty damn much. Actually, a lot. A whole lot, that Ichigo just lunged at him again to smack that smirk right off his (good-looking) face.

The two continued to exchange blows at each other for what seemed like hours, but could very well be just a few minutes, and yet none had made the move to actually kill the other off. If you look really closely, it looked like the two enjoyed hitting each other mindlessly and cursing and swearing at each other. Grimmjow could have fired a cero at him, while Ichigo could have just grabbed Tensa Zangetsu (which was actually just a few metres behind them) and Getsuga Tenshou'd the Arrancar's ass, but nope, no notion of it.

But one of them did make a move, finally. But it wasn't quite what the other expected.

Grimmjow sonido-ed, disappearing from Ichigo's view, and before the substitute shinigami knew it, he felt his hands knocked together and his whole body slammed to a wall that only god knows where and when had it popped up from. He was then aware that his wrists were pinned above him, and then he was aware of the same smirking fucker moving in front of him, responsible for immobilizing him to the bloody wall. His face was awfully close to his, though, and it made Ichigo almost scared to talk. Almost. But he still shut up anyway.

The smirk widened into a grin, and Ichigo had considered kneeing the Espada in the groin but was stopped when he felt a nice, warm hand on his instead. "Mmmn..." he moaned.

Wait, what the fuck?

Ichigo snapped out of it and squirmed away from the touch, but seeing that he was practically pinned to the wall, he couldn't do much. And the bastard on him just had to snigger. He just wouldn't stop touching.

"Yer kinda hard here, Shinigami," Grimmjow pointed out, all the while grinning. Ichigo knew he must be a bright shade of red, but he knew Grimmjow was right. It was achingly hard down there. Fuck. "Why didn't 'cha just grab yer sword and slice me up instead of punching me like a girl?" Grimmjow asked into his ear, savouring the shy reactions that he got from the orange-headed teen.

"Why... Why didn't you just shoot a cero at me when I was unarmed?" Ichigo retorted, trying to fight back the shakiness in his voice. He couldn't, however, stop breathing heavily as Grimmjow started to stroke him through the cloth.

Grimmjow seemed to hum before he answered. "Because," he said huskily into Ichigo's ear and tentatively licked the shell of his ear, "ya seem ta enjoy our fistfight so much I thought we'd enjoy something a little... more." Ichigo wanted to laugh humourlessly but shivered instead, unconsciously letting out a whimper as he went. Grimmjow grinned again and stroked at Ichigo's clothed member faster as he whispered nasty examples of what he things he could do into the teen's ear. Ichigo blushed as his legs trembled, looking as though they might give way anytime soon.

"St... Stop!" Ichigo finally said, and surprisingly, Grimmjow did stop. Ichigo looked almost hurt at that action. He looked up at the Sexta in confusion. Grimmjow stopped, but didn't let go of him. Not to mention was left with an erection at its hardest, right when he was about to come. Though it was his own fault for saying the words... Ichigo writhed a little but avoided eye contact. He could feel the Espada smirking down at him.

"Thought ya didn't want it anymore?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo kept his mouth shut, but he really needed to come. "Here."

Ichigo blinked. Grimmjow had released on of his hands and Ichigo was about to go 'wha...?' but Grimmjow had cut in with a "Do it yourself." With that annoying smirk. But Ichigo couldn't resist. He really needed to...

His hand moved to his hakama shakily, untying the obi as calmly as he could. The white cloth fell to the ground, and so did his black hakama. Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's eyes on him, watching, and definitely enjoying the show. Ichigo tried his best to ignore it and held his member. It was still hard, and he found brief relief the moment he touched it. Ichigo closed his eyes, deeply embarrassed that he was putting on a show for the enemy, but he couldn't help it. Instead, he felt himself getting harder and hornier than ever.

That perceptive bastard seemed to have noticed that too.

"Eh? Didn't know you were such a kinky one, shinigami," Grimmjow snickered, grinning in satisfaction. Ichigo ignored him, desperately stroking himself to reach his orgasm. Fuck, he was so close. But Grimmjow tugged on his hair, pulling his head up so that Ichigo would face him. "Seems ya like me watchin' ya..." Ichigo bit his lip. Grimmjow's cold blue eyes were on him, on his cock, and staring at his hand that was running up and down the hard length.

With a slightly tighter hold on his cock and stroking it harder and faster than he ever had, Grimmjow's hand released his hair and 'helped him out'. Ichigo groaned loudly, his back sliding slightly down the wall he was leaning on to. He spread his shaky legs a little wider, back arching into Grimmjow's more skilful hands.

"Grimm...jow!!" Ichigo cried out, releasing onto their hands, his legs giving way and almost collapsed onto the ground but was supported by Grimmjow holding up his other wrist.

He let the teen collect himself but didn't let go. Ichigo squirmed in discomfort and embarrassment from being naked from the waist down. Grimmjow smirked and pulled at Ichigo's chin. "See? Looks like ya enjoyed it more than that fistfight of ours," he half-snarled, and kissed Ichigo on the lips with a smirk, letting Ichigo have a feel of his tongue, before he let the teen go.

Ichigo turned into a bright shade of red but quickly pulled up his pants and called angrily after the Sexta who merely grinned at him and summoned up a Garganta. "What the-?! You're just gonna leave me like this?!" Grimmjow turned around and his grinned widened again, as always.

"What? Can't wait for me ta fuck ya?" Grimmjow teased. Ichigo blushed into a deeper shade of scarlet and began to splutter his reasons which Grimmjow ignored. "Maybe next time, shinigami!" And with that the Sexta Espada entered the Garganta and flashed another of his trademark grin before he disappeared.

Ichigo cursed and swore once again. Stupid, mother-bleeping, piece of... damn Arrancar! But Ichigo was still blushing. And he still wasn't totally 'down' yet, but he knew what the Sexta Espada had said to him was sort of true...

"Ah fuck," Ichigo muttered under his breath, recalling a little how the man's hands on him felt. Looks like he'd just have to anticipate Grimmjow's return to at least finish what they'd started.

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Eh... my gosh... I didn't even know what I was writing...

Thanks goes to Mako again for providing the theme and being my beta! Ep 190 was a yay for me, even if the episode was full of recaps... At least we get to see Grimm again! So anyway, whoever reads these may add in some suggestions of themes along with your review. I just might be writing them. If I have the motivation to (been losing them again).