Title: Interrogation
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo
Rating: M
Warnings: Dominant uke Ichigo, cuffed sex, the usual swearing
AU, undercoverpolice!Ichigo interrogating illegalracer!Grimmjow, alone in a room with Grimmjow chained to a chair.
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"Take these off me, dammit," Grimmjow growls at the man standing before him. He was cuffed to a chair, in this empty room. The man before him is a cocky, orange-haired cop, who had gone undercover as a new racer in the underground circuit. He called himself Ichigo; a strange name for a young punk, with a rebellious image because of that bright orange hair, and fiery brown eyes that glowed with potential. He had challenged Grimmjow, one of the few infamous illegal racers of the underground, and much to Grimmjow's disbelief, had beaten him in the race fair and square. Grimmjow hated losing, but he wasn't a sore loser.
After the race, the brat had first started talking to him casually as if he was trying to be friends or all that bullshit, and as the conversation went on he was delving deeper into information on the underground racers. Grimmjow had suspected something amiss, and when he started to back-off, the brat had tricked him somehow, moving behind him with unusually quick footwork and snapping the cuffs on Grimmjow easily. What surprised Grimmjow even more was that the brat actually dragged him into the current room they are in - some empty space not far from the tracks, but far enough for no one to be around - despite his smaller size. Fuckin' brat is full of surprises. Now he's standing all high and mighty in his clichéd detective long-sleeved shirt and tie, racer jacket already thrown somewhere after Grimmjow found out his identity. Pity a kid as skilled as him turned out to be a cop.
"Why should I? You won't tell me the information I need, so this is what you get," the orange-haired cop replies. "Besides, you lost. This is your reward, loser."
"Say that again, motherfucker?" Grimmjow snarls at the younger man, gritting his teeth. Ichigo smirks at him.
"L-o-s-e-r."
"Shut the fuck up!" Grimmjow jerks forward along with the chair, like a chained beast snapping its jaws viciously at a provoker. The cop took a step back with shock and what seemed like fear at the sudden reaction, but the expression soon changed into fascination.
" ...You forgot who's in authority here, eh?" Ichigo reminds Grimmjow with a smirk. He rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles. "You're a sore loser and you won't tell me the info I need. I've got no choice but to do this."
"Bring it on, strawberry."
And for what seems like hours, Grimmjow gets punched each time he refuses to give up the information, which is every single time. Grimmjow had his share of violence in his life, but kid packs a punch that still hurt a lot. He isn't a masochist, but he can't help but get excited by the energy the brat was giving off. So full of power and predilection for the act of just punching him. Grimmjow returns the favour by kicking Ichigo in the knee, and that gets him another few more punches to his stomach.
Ichigo finally pauses to catch his breath, panting and grinning at the same time. "Had enough? When are you gonna let up?"
"...You get off from punching people or somethin'?" Grimmjow asks back instead, spitting out some blood. Ichigo's grin vanishes, and he looks both embarrassed and alarmed. He doesn't answer for a minute, until he finally breaks the silence a little unconfidently.
"Aren't you the same?"
"...I just get heated up when violence is involved," Grimmjow replies with a chuckle. He moves with what little freedom he has in his restraints to stretch his tired muscles. Ichigo eyes him with interest despite his retort.
"You're sick."
"Speak for yourself, berryhead."
"..." Ichigo stares at him without saying a word. Grimmjow is starting to get uncomfortable by the way the man is staring at him, but he keeps silent. He isn't going to lose his cool. The brat is probably trying to think of some fucked up way of getting the information out of him. Another moment of silence passes and Ichigo looks away, seemingly arriving to a decision of what he wants to do. "Ch'. I'm the winner of the race and the policeman here so you better shut up at what I'm gonna do."
"What?" Grimmjow blinks at him dumbly, but Ichigo ignores him. The cop starts to loosen his tie and unbuttons his shirt. With that cocky smirk on his face, Ichigo wraps the tie over his knuckle and advances closer towards Grimmjow. "What the hell are you gonna do?" Grimmjow asks again. The anticipation of violence starts to excite him once again.
Ichigo scoffs without answering Grimmjow's question. He does, however, punch Grimmjow across his face one more time. Before Grimmjow can fully let out another string of expletives, he feels himself getting pushed back against the chair. Ichigo sits on his lap, pulling on his chin and kissing him hungrily with his hot, wild tongue invading his mouth and biting at Grimmjow's already cut lip, stopping the kiss after earning a pained hiss from Grimmjow. "This," Ichigo says with that mocking grin Grimmjow loathes.
It has been a while since Grimmjow had been this humiliated. And all that anger gathers in his head and Grimmjow does the only thing he wants to do next.
"Argh!! What the fuck?! Why the fucking hell did you head butt me for?!" Ichigo yells as he falls back to the floor on his ass, rubbing his throbbing head.
"No, fuck YOU, cop. Just because you have the badge doesn't mean you have the right to humiliate or violate me!" Grimmjow growls back angrily. He struggles to get the cuffs off him; he'd strangle the little fuck if he ever gets them off.
"Stop bullshitting yourself, Grimmjow," Ichigo yells, standing up and shoving Grimmjow back. His knee is on the chair in between his legs, dangerously close to his groin. Ichigo's face is close to his, eyes burning into Grimmjow's with such concentration. "You definitely wanted it too – I can smell it from you," Ichigo mutters to him. Grimmjow holds his breath for a brief moment and starts getting really uncomfortable. Ichigo smirks and starts rubbing him through his jeans.
"O-oi," Grimmjow warns. Ichigo ignores him.
"See? You're hard."
"Not for you." Ichigo laughs at his answer.
"Whatever, I'm going to make sure you tell me the truth... And of course, the information I want too," the orange-haired brat says. That fucking confident tone annoys the hell out of Grimmjow. Ichigo slips the tie off from his knuckle and goes around behind Grimmjow. Grimmjow is fidgeting again, curious to know what the other man is going to do next.
"Oi! What the hell?!" Darkness takes over Grimmjow's vision as Ichigo covers his eyes with the tie, blindfolding him.
"Another punishment," Grimmjow hears Ichigo say flatly. Fuck.
Ichigo sits on Grimmjow's lap once again, and Grimmjow could feel his shirt getting unbuttoned all the way. Ichigo is deliberately breathing against his face, brushing his lips against his cheek. The cocky brat is toying with him and Grimmjow can only tremble and grit his teeth with anger and frustration at the lack of free movement and power.
"What's wrong?" Ichigo asks. "You're trembling, Grimmjow. Where was that scepticism, that arrogant smirk and that smart mouth when I challenged you to the race?"
"There's nothing for me to say."
"Really?" Ichigo dips a finger into the waistband of Grimmjow's jeans. "Or maybe it's just talking that you're good at."
"..." Ichigo can see that Grimmjow is still trying to somehow get those cuffs off. Silly man.
"Maybe I should put that mouth to good use? Then maybe I can get that information I want, eh, Grimmjow?"
"If you dare I'll fucking bite it off, fucke - wha -" Ichigo cuts him off by another kiss, this time with his hand wrapped around Grimmjow's cock. Ichigo is getting tired of the man's denial. He's already painfully hard, but the blue-haired bastard is still playing hard to get. Doesn't help that it's getting him hornier by the minute. Grimmjow is a destructive fighter, and Ichigo loves a good fight. Ichigo is very tempted to do what he wanted to do, but he knows Grimmjow would bite his cock off. He decides to do it the way around.
"Fine," Ichigo says the moment he withdraws his lips from Grimmjow's. Grimmjow remains silent, still breathing deeply from the kiss - or shock, Ichigo doesn't know, but his body language tells it all. He is suspicious of Ichigo's next move. Well, the guy is blindfolded, of course he would be. But Ichigo is sure he is excited deep inside. The hard cock in Ichigo's hand is proof of it.
Ichigo gets off Grimmjow's lap and lowers himself onto his knees. "You won't talk, but I still want to hear you," Ichigo tells him. He strokes himself and Grimmjow at the same time, and deliberately lets out a soft moan. He can feel Grimmjow react under his grip.
"Ichigo." Said man almost stops from his surprise. It is barely audible but Ichigo swears Grimmjow had just muttered his name.
"Tell me what I want to hear, or I'll have you moan like a little bitch," Ichigo orders, tightening his grip around Grimmjow's cock.
"Fuck," Grimmjow responds hoarsely and bucks his hips a little.
Ichigo starts by licking at the head, and lavishes at the feeling of Grimmjow shudder. The sharp intake of breath and his head tilting back slightly with his lips parted is a turn on for Ichigo. He loves the dominance he has over the man. Winning it in the race is one thing, arresting him and restraining him is another. And now having this irresistible fighter moaning under him is the icing on the cake.
"O-oi, stop," Grimmjow growls weakly. Ichigo continues anyway, sucking on his head with deliberately loud noises. Grimmjow is still, yet Ichigo knows he is enjoying it. His blindfold must have helped heightened his other senses. Lucky bastard. But Ichigo is enjoying this too.
"Not until you tell me what I want to know,"and with that, Ichigo resumes, moving on to slowly swallow him whole. He lets his tongue do the work, licking the base then sucking at the top as he massages the man's balls with his hands. Grimmjow's moans grow more audible, and it's making Ichigo more excited by the second.
By the time Grimmjow is slightly panting and his cock leaking with pre-cum, Ichigo stops. He doesn't know what's so special about this blue-haired man that makes Ichigo want to toy with him so much. He is a looker, for one, and his personality is both a bitch and turn on. Grimmjow is challenging, appealing, and different.
"Are you done?" Grimmjow growls.
"When will you stop denying, Grimmjow?" Ichigo smacks his head lightly in mild irritation as he asks and promptly takes the tie off. Grimmjow cringes as light returns to his eyes, blinding him momentarily. He doesn't answer, but just glares at Ichigo with those icy blue eyes.
"...I will," Grimmjow suddenly says. Ichigo blinks at him. "If I fuck you." Ichigo blinks again, but this time with an interested smirk.
"You got that wrong, Grimmjow. It's 'if you let me fuck you'," Ichigo rephrases for him. Grimmjow scowls and slightly bares his teeth.
"Don't push your luck, cop, I'll make you scream and moan for more like the slut you are when I'm out of these," Grimmjow snaps at him with a tug on his cuffs.
"Firstly, I told you to call me Ichigo. Secondly," Ichigo pauses. "What about without," Ichigo continues thoughtfully. It wasn't a question, but sounded more like a suggestion to Grimmjow's earlier statement. Grimmjow stares at him questioningly.
Ichigo doesn't move to remove the handcuffs, but instead to remove his pants. Grimmjow just stares at him, still struggling with those cuffs, but his eyes remains fixed on him. Ichigo pushes Grimmjow back against the chair again, one hand on Grimmjow's cock, the other running all over the racer's muscled chest. Ichigo kisses him again, his tongue moving wildly in the other man's mouth. He moans as he rubs his cock against Grimmjow, telling the other his need.
Grimmjow responds this time, groaning as Ichigo rubs against him. He bites harshly on Ichigo's tongue, earning a cuss from the cop before they resume. Both can tell they are excited, and that they are acting out of need. Ichigo himself barely remembers what he was supposed to do. All he wants right now is to have a good hard fuck with this man who never ceasse to excite him in more ways than one.
"Fuck, yes," Ichigo gasps.
"...Hurry up," Grimmjow urges. Ichigo only grins at him in return.
"Oh yeah," Grimmjow mumbles, wincing a little as Ichigo lowers himself onto his cock. Ichigo breathes slowly, relaxing as he takes in Grimmjow's length inside him. He grips on Grimmjow's shirt and rests his head on Grimmjow's shoulder, shuddering with Grimmjow completely inside.
"You're bigger than I thought..."
"Aw, and I thought you were tighter. Didn't know I was that big," Grimmjow retorts smartly. Ichigo chuckles at him before he starts to move.
"Now you're talking too much, what about the info I want?"
"No comment."
"Prick."
"A big one that's fucking you."
"Mm, yeah," Ichigo moans. Even without his hands Grimmjow is steadily moving his hips upwards, thrusting into Ichigo smoothly despite the lack of proper lube. It hurt, but felt so good, Ichigo never felt this hot. The pain from his sore knuckles and the sight of blood from Grimmjow's cuts both distracted and pleasured him.
"Tight..." Grimmjow mutters. He buries his face into the crook of Ichigo's neck, nibbling on the skin and sucking harshly to cover the sound of his groaning. Ichigo can feel it though, the vibrations going through him and spurring him on.
Ichigo starts to move faster now, driving his hips up and down with more force and need. Grimmjow takes the hint, moving with his rhythm and getting seemingly close. Ichigo's stroking his cock just as fast, pulling at Grimmjow's hair as he kisses him, and moaning so loud yet he can hardly hear himself as he approaches his orgasm.
"A-ah, yes Grimm, right there... Uahh!" Ichigo's body jerks as he comes, his semen spurting onto Grimmjow's heaving chest. Grimmjow too, groans, and thrusts his hips up into Ichigo with as much force and speed he can muster as he fills Ichigo with his seed. Ichigo is dazed from the overwhelming moment of pleasure, and rests on Grimmjow to catch his breath.
"...I need a smoke, a beer and a quick race right now," Grimmjow grumbles.
"Yeah... yeah, me too," Ichigo replies lazily.
"Up for it?" Grimmjow asks him. Suddenly they're so friendly. Both of them just feel familiar with each other now. Funny.
"Sure, but I still need that info," Ichigo reminds him. Grimmjow grumbles again.
"Look, can I make a deal?" Ichigo perks up at that. "...You can get the info if you race with me again. You got the skills, and I know you won that race through a fluke. So I'll race ya and show ya who's the real racer with the skills. "
"Fuck you, sore loser," Ichigo chides him. "I won that fair and square."
"Take it or leave it punk, because I know if we do this again, we're gonna end up romping a few more rounds."
"...Fine," Ichigo says after thinking about it. It was true, he cannot resist the man. It seems like it's the same for Grimmjow too. Ichigo gets round to cleaning himself up and finally freeing Grimmjow from the handcuffs. "Hey, Grimmjow?"
"What?"
"...Mind being my race buddy?"
"What? Don't you mean fuck buddy?"
"Oh forget I just said that. Asshole."
"Aww, fallen for me, cop?"
"It's Ichigo, damn it."
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Yeah I actually updated. I kinda forgot to put this up here. Lol, sorry ^^;;; Eager Ichigo gets me off. Have you seen how hot Ichigo is half nekkid with tattered bankai outfit? I swore I creamed my pants a bajillion times that day. Haha.