Title/Theme: "Dark Chocolate"

Author: Kaz aka KamiKaze43v3r

Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo

Rating: M for smut

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach.

Warning: Uh... kink?

"Hn... Gri-Grimm," Ichigo gasped, tugging on the upturned jacket of the man against him as a signal to take it off. Grimmjow grunted but obliged anyway, doing the deed without removing his lips from the substitute shinigami's neck. Ichigo did the same, removing his black shinigami uniform and within seconds both their clothing were tossed away to some area of the room. Grimmjow took something from the side table and pressed it against Ichigo's lips, in which Ichigo took without hesitating even though he had no idea what it was. "Chocolate?" he murmured in mild curiosity as Grimmjow kissed him, sharing the sweet taste of the candy.

"Ya like it," the Arrancar replied as he absent-mindedly spread the melted chocolate that were on his fingers onto Ichigo's neck, his nipples, his stomach and his navel. Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow followed the trail, licking and nibbling at his chest before he took the hard bud between his lips. The teenager panted in anticipation when he continued the trail to lap at his muscled stomach and then to teasingly lick at his navel where Ichigo could almost feel his warm breath there...

Grimmjow stopped to push Ichigo back onto bed, their lips connected, tongues wrestling each other as Grimmjow's hand found its way to the younger man's groin. Ichigo jerked a little when Grimmjow grabbed at his member and started pumping it at an excruciatingly slow pace. He bucked his hips while he moaned incoherently for Grimmjow to stop his teasing. Instead Grimmjow continued and withdrew his lips to sit up. "...Grimm?" Ichigo asked with a raised eyebrow but the Arrancar merely replied him with his usual grin. He reached for something Ichigo couldn't see, and the next moment he knew, Ichigo was greeted by darkness. "Wha-What the – Ahh!" Ichigo groaned amidst his confusion and threw his head back, his hips jerking up in reflex at the wet warmth that engulfed his hardening cock.

Ichigo reached out blindly until he felt his hand meeting the familiar feeling of the short locks of Grimmjow's hair. He fisted his hand into it and hissed; Grimmjow sucked hard on the head and then went on to swallowing him whole again – all the while making those filthy smacking sounds that Ichigo both hated and loved. It just made the teen hornier than he would usually like to admit. Not long after, Ichigo was already thrusting his hips outward into that mouth, wanting to come so badly.

Of course, Grimmjow never really liked playing the nice guy. He removed his mouth from the aching cock just as Ichigo thought he would come in a second. "FUCK!" Ichigo growled angrily in frustration, moving to remove his blindfold but was quickly cut off by Grimmjow's vice-like grip which pinned both of Ichigo's arms above his head.

"We're getting to that, shinigami..." Grimmjow drawled huskily; Ichigo could feel his breath against his face. "But I think we'd both prefer if the blindfold stays on." Ichigo cursed under his breath. The bastard was probably grinning like an idiot, enjoying the humiliating position he had put him in. Ichigo felt shut up for the moment – not that he could or would say anything with Grimmjow rubbing his entrance with some lube. Two slick fingers slid in almost easily, stretching and searching for that usual spot. Ichigo, already frustrated with his denial of pleasure the first time, wriggled his hips for the Arrancar to hit that spot quickly. "Shit, Ichi," Grimmjow growled at his ear, his tone full of hungry lust at the sight of the younger man so needy under him. Grimmjow withdrew his fingers, not wasting time any longer as he lined his cock to the prepared entrance and entered without so much as a warning.

Ichigo gave a startled yell and clenched his fists just as he clenched his insides in surprise, causing Grimmjow to groan above him. With the blindfold on, Ichigo's other senses were sharper and so was the feeling of intrusion. The substitute shinigami hissed angrily though he felt that the pain was dulled by the lube. Once again he felt Grimmjow's breath by his face, this time feeling something wet rubbing against his skin, which he assumed to be Grimmjow's tongue. "Relax," he heard Grimmjow whisper almost softly. Ichigo visibly relaxed, strangely comforted by the feline action of the Arrancar as he licked as his lips before they kissed again. He started to thrust hard immediately though; his savage side still there as if to show Ichigo he wasn't being all mushy with him.

They released their lip lock with each other as Grimmjow grabbed at the shinigami's legs and pushed them against the teen's chest, ramming into the tight heat almost without a rhythm. Ichigo pushed his hips back, following the hardly-there rhythm as much as he could just to feel the overwhelming pleasure over and over again. Each time Grimmjow's cock brushed at his prostate Ichigo would give a stifled yell, biting at his bottom lip. "Fuck, Ichigo," Grimmjow breathed against his ear, "You're so hot like that." Ichigo knew he was blushing like mad, from the grin he felt as the Arrancar sucked at his neck and collar that were sure to leave marks.

The substitute shinigami never knew being blindfolded while getting fucked would make him so heated up like this. He paid more attention to his surroundings now; Grimmjow's hands running all over him, his lips on his ear to his neck, the sharpness of that horrid mask digging into his skin as Grimmjow splayed kisses and nips onto his skin, the largeness of the thick cock moving in and out of him at a hard, fast pace, the feeling of going to explode every time that spot gets hit... Fuck, Ichigo was going to come any second now.

"Grimm... Grimmjow," he started, panting as the Arrancar continued his thrusts. "I'm... gonna come... Ahhh..." Ichigo brought his restrained wrists down – Grimmjow no longer pinning them to the bed – and started to stroke impatiently at his neglected cock, pre-cum already running down the aching organ. Ichigo pumped at it with both hands and soon his back arched upwards, his voice let loose in a deep moan as ecstasy washed over him. Ichigo rode out his orgasm for as long as he could, slightly squeezing at his cock as he continued to pump it until he was spent.

Grimmjow meanwhile was observing the blindfolded teen with hungry eyes. He'd never seen the teen so goddamn alluring before. As the lithe body below him went limp from exhaustion, Grimmjow took his turn. He flipped the teen over, raising that tight ass a little and resumed his thrusting, this time anchoring himself onto the bed as he put in more force into his thrust just enough to make Ichigo moan wantonly, despite being tired from his earlier orgasm. Gritting his teeth at the muscles that clenched tightly against him, Grimmjow rammed in a few more times before he reached his own climax and collapsed against the teen.

Lazily, Grimmjow slipped off the cloth that covered the substitute shinigami's eyes. He greeted him with a grin as Ichigo opened his eyes, glaring tiredly at the Sexta Espada. "What? If yer tellin' me ya didn't enjoy it, yer the worst liar ever, Ichi," Grimmjow said before the younger man could even say a word. Ichigo only gawked at his words before looking away, his blush speaking his thoughts for him.

How is it? Do ya get what I mean by 'dark chocolate' in this fic? Chocolate is obvious, but by 'dark' it would be expressed by the blindfolding... cuz all Ichi sees is dark... Uh... yeah...

Um anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it :)