Title/Theme: "Hunger"
Author: Kaz (aka KamiKaze43v3r)
Pairing: GrimmIchi aka Guri-Ichi aka Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: M, yay! 8D
Disclaimer: Don't own Grimmjow, Ichigo or the closet.
Notes: More GrimmIchi because it's GrimmIchi day, dammit. And please pardon any mistakes or strangeness in this fic because it has not been sent for beta. Also because I FAIL hard at serious fics.
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Lust, need, desire, want, greed... all the synonyms to describe the feeling within Grimmjow wasn't enough to describe the depth of it. A mere meeting with the shinigami brat and it ended with Grimmjow being driven to insanity. Yes, Grimmjow knew he was already insane; he felt he was insane with the need to seek the shinigami. The kid gave him a thrill and an adrenaline as they fought a battle they experienced like no other. Just fighting, dominating the other's spiritual power with his own sent excited thrills down the Sexta's spine and it left him wanting more. That lithe body, that irritating vibrant hair, the constant scowl that would occasionally transform into an unusually attractive smirk, and those chocolate eyes glazed with confidence and arrogance he so hated; somehow Grimmjow was attracted to it. There was this flame in that boy that he wanted. A flame he didn't have and would love to rip it out of that arrogant bitch. And hence this... carnal urge for the Espada to seek out his young red-headed nemesis, either to rip him into pieces, or violate his body into the ground, Grimmjow thought there was such a fine line between the two he figured he'd most likely do both if given the chance.
Licking his lips at his thoughts, Grimmjow stood up from his idle position in his stuffy sparse room within the white walls of Hueco Mundo and ripped up a Garganta. With only one thing in his mind, he stepped into black hole and grinned in anticipation. He was dying for a taste of a certain strawberry.
"Fuck! What the – Let me go!!" Ichigo cried in a panic he hardly felt before. This... This was a new level of panic he was experiencing, and he sure as hell wanted it to end fast. Being pinned to the ground, unarmed with Zangetsu thrown some distance away and immobile, by his crazed enemy whom he had been beaten by was not a pleasant experience. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the Sexta Espada who had came crashing into the real world, beaten his ass and shot down his pride – had returned to repeat the event again. And there he was, pinning Ichigo's limbs to the ground barren from their fight, a maniacal grin spread wide across his face with his jawbone mask adding to the effect. It scared Ichigo somewhat, being in the helpless position, and that fear was being repeated in his head.
"Hn," was all Ichigo heard from the older man; whether it was a laugh or just a sound of irritation the Espada made at Ichigo's helplessness, Ichigo wasn't sure. And he didn't really care. All that he cared about was that his enemy was on him like a panther on its prey, powerful hands crushing his wrists; he could kill Ichigo anytime. But yet he didn't. Ichigo tried not to catch eye contact with the Espada as he thought of it, but by some stupidity or god-knows-what, he did. Sharp, cold blue eyes pierced through his, and Ichigo shuddered. Why wasn't he doing anything? It was as if Grimmjow was contemplating on something, his strangely handsome face slightly twisted in a frown much like his own. The perfect way to torture him, Ichigo guessed in dry humour.
"Ya know," Grimmjow started suddenly with a growl, startling the Shinigami substitute. His knee moved, sliding tentatively along Ichigo's thigh. The teen paled. What the fuck?! Ichigo struggled more, but Grimmjow tightened his grip. It caused the Shinigami to cringe in pain, feeling that might as well Grimmjow snap his wrists off. "I have this strange... hunger, if you can call it. And I gotta tell ya, this hunger ain't exactly got anythin' ta do with food." A smirk on the other's face and Ichigo knew the situation was going to get worse. One of his hands swooped to Ichigo's face, cupping it harshly and pulled his face to Grimmjow's in a violent tug. Their faces were merely millimetres away, and Ichigo was uncomfortable and embarrassed by the close contact. His cold breath ghosted over Ichigo's face, and it made the teen try to wrench himself free, but the Espada's grip remained strong.
"Get the fuck away from me, you sick asshole," Ichigo spat through clenched teeth, trying to pull away Grimmjow's hand from his face. It was as if it was locked on his jaw, and it hurt just trying to speak. With only one hand free, there wasn't much the Shinigami substitute can do but struggle in vain, and it only inflamed the Espada further. His maniacal grin spread from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat, and Ichigo could feel something bad was going to happen.
The knee that was on his thigh came to his crotch and Ichigo almost whimpered. 'What the FUCK is the asshole doing?!' Ichigo yelled in his head. He felt his groin being nudged, and Ichigo gasped out. He felt Grimmjow's hand release his other wrist and replaced the knee on his groin. His hand started to rub on his member, sliding casually underneath the cloth of his hakama, and Ichigo didn't know why but he felt all energy escape him. He stared up at the piercing blue eyes above him. They were cold, feral and hungry. They stared down at his brown orbs as if he was mere prey, and Ichigo felt helpless under him.
Grimmjow wasn't a patient man, and with his meal served right under him there was no way he was holding back. He ripped away at the gi that covered the teenager's tanned flesh, his hands roughly running over them as he delved in the feel at the boy's softness. There were scars on him, definitely, but the skin that wasn't marred by scars was like velvet to him. It only made Grimmjow want him more. The Espada licked his lips, revelling at the Shinigami's screams of panic, fear, denial. He didn't really care whether the kid wanted it or not, but maybe it would be better if he actually made the kid like it at least a little? The Espada smirked at the thought, and was eager to carry it out. Grimmjow dove in, capturing the skin on Ichigo's neck hungrily like a starved wild animal. He sucked and licked at it, but teasingly sank his canines into the flesh deep, but not deep enough to break it. His calloused hands travelled over the bare skin before he sank them back into the teen's hakama.
Ichigo yelled at the Espada to stop, over and over again but his cries only fell on deaf ears. He was being violated, humiliated, and touched in such a vile manner while he lay quite immobilized by the man's overwhelming spirit power. Yet Ichigo knew the worst was yet to come. He struggled violently but the Espada remained firm, attaching his mouth on his neck and biting on the skin. Ichigo was disgusted at himself. So furious was he at his own helplessness that he felt his anger build up within him and making him giddy. His whole body felt numb and the Espada's touches suddenly became so feather-light, even though he didn't move. Ichigo heard the familiar laugh in the back of his head, and then his spiritual power burst out angrily.
Grimmjow retreated immediately, almost knocked off by the sudden outburst, when he sensed the change in the boy's spiritual energy. It was dark and threatening - something he had faintly encountered before in one of the boy's unusual attacks that left the boy himself exhausted. The Shinigami was still on the floor but was writhing, as if trying to control himself. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and observed carefully. The Shinigami got up, a little unstable and still flushed from Grimmjow's close contact, and glared at the Espada with gold-tinted eyes that gave Grimmjow yet another shot of adrenaline. The energy behind those eyes was vicious, wild and dangerous, just like Grimmjow himself. Could the Shinigami brat not get any more interesting than this? Grimmjow grinned, so widely with excitement and thrill his jaw ached. Right then Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez decided that he would have this Kurosaki boy writhe under him, to leak that delicious killing intent and the desire to fight.
Grimmjow stepped forward and the glare from the Shinigami substitute intensified. Grimmjow ignored it, and did a sonido towards the younger male once again. The Espada was back to the position he was on the teen before. However, Grimmjow was pushed off roughly, feeling his back hit the floor and a weight set onto him as a hand clamped down around his throat. Grimmjow managed a laugh at his situation despite the pressure around his neck.
"This is it, Shinigami! This is what satiates my hunger!!" Grimmjow yelled, all the while laughing even as the hand tightened its grip. Grimmjow could just push the brat off easily, but he didn't. He wanted to see what the kid would do. Grimmjow was giving him a silent challenge, and the Shinigami was accepting it. The gold-tinted eyes stared at him angrily and the scowl on the boy's lips slowly formed a smirk which differed from the usual arrogant smirks the boy sported. The smirk this time was both arrogant and crazy, as if it was a different person. But Grimmjow didn't give a fuck about that. All he cared was that he was getting off from the thrill. He was so hard, he knew the younger male on him was aware of it as well. Hell, Grimmjow could see the teen was in the same situation.
"Not so great now, Arrancar?" Ichigo said, his voice thick with excitement. The burning spiritual energy in him was like adrenaline, making it feel like he was high on drugs. Ichigo also knew it was making him so damn hard... Perhaps it was the touches the Arrancar laid on him; it was disgusting – disgustingly good, and now the darn voice in his head was whispering things to him, urging him to do what he wanted and that was to fuck the Arrancar's brains out. But Ichigo knew full well that it was a challenge. The blue-haired Arrancar was daring him, with those eyes that watched him with such piercing eagerness it could shake his soul to submission. He knew the Arrancar was allowing him to be in that position, because even with his spiritual power, Ichigo was still powerless without his sword, and the Arrancar could have easily ripped him to pieces with just his bare hands.
And yet he didn't.
Ichigo gritted his teeth in confused frustration, his other hand already moving as if it had a mind of its own. It explored the contours of Grimmjow's bare chest, the hollow within him giggling as he shared the sensation of the skin texture with Ichigo. The other hand closed tighter against Grimmjow's throat again until he could hear the other wheeze. But his expression was far from pained. The sick fuck was aroused, and so was he. Cursing under his breath, the free hand withdrew from the other's body, instead slipping into his own hakama and Ichigo started to fondle himself. He allowed the other to watch, but not let the other move.
"Ch'," Ichigo heard from the Arrancar. The teen could hardly suppress a smirk as he gasped at the pleasure that was washing through his body being intensified by the situation he was in. There he was asphyxiating his enemy and letting him watch him jerk himself off. Just feeling the Arrancar slowly losing air under his hand made the hollow inside shriek with excitement, and Ichigo himself had never been more aroused at this feeling of overpower.
A hand landed on his hip when Ichigo rocked against the body underneath him, but ignored it. Ichigo pulled his hakama down, then Grimmjow's. He noticed the Arrancar's eyes lighting up with interest, and again ignored him. Ichigo pumped at the larger man's impressive size, groaning as Grimmjow thrust his hips up and into his own. Dizzy and disoriented by his own pleasure, Ichigo allowed the Arrancar's hand enclose around him, tugging on him as Ichigo did to the other.
"Harder, Shinigami," Grimmjow rasped. Ichigo's breath hitched, his reflex making the hand choking the man further while the other slowed. Grimmjow was cursing again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while his body writhed and arched upwards. The feral groan that escaped his throat sent shivers down Ichigo's spine. The man gasped for breath but didn't stop jerking on him, instead tightening his grip and moving faster.
"Sh-shit," Ichigo panted. "N-nah!" Ichigo reached his climax, his semen spurting over Grimmjow's muscled stomach. The older man looked smugly satisfied even as Ichigo glared at him and swatted his hand away. Disgust started to sink in when Ichigo watched Grimmjow propped himself up on his elbows, dipping his fingers into the semen and licked them off like they were the most delicious thing in the world. Ichigo's strength simmered down just as his hollow's laugh faded, apparently quite sated by what had just happened.
"Hmmm... ya taste better than I thought, Shinigami," the Arrancar purred. Ichigo gave a disgusted expression while the blue-haired man laughed at him as he recomposed himself. Without any warning, Grimmjow suddenly moved towards him. Ichigo still recovering from his orgasm, retreated in alarm, quite caught off-guard. The larger man stopped right in front of Ichigo, leaning over him so uncomfortably close it made Ichigo hold his breath. "Ya just proved that you're interesting than I thought... Kurosaki." Ichigo winced at his name being called by the fiend. It was... strange. "Would be a waste ta kill ya now."
"Fuck you," Ichigo spat, aware his voice was a little shaky. The Espada grinned nastily before turning away, ripping up space and entering the Garganta he conjured.
" Better not forget me, Shinigami! I'll be coming back for more fun, and I know ya want it as bad as I do!" Grimmjow yelled out hauntingly as the Garganta closed on him.
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Strange ending is strange. And also because I suck at serious fics. Yes I have to repeat that. Hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit though.
Happy GrimmIchi day agaaaain~