Title/Theme: "Life & Death"
Author: Kaz (aka KamiKaze43v3r)
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, jerking off/HJ
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Bleach besides some
Grimmjow was life, and Ichigo was death. Death cannot exist without life, and likewise neither can life exist without death.

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Grimmjow craved it, to taste the death hidden in the life of Kurosaki Ichigo. It was unique to him, something that Grimmjow had tasted once when he fought the shinigami - it made him aware of how much life Grimmjow had in himself, and how much he both wanted and feared death - in the boy or otherwise. But it was like a forbidden fruit, the thrill of giving in to temptation was strong.

"Kurosaki," Grimmjow purred, lips so close to that creamy skin of said shinigami who was pinned and trembling under him. Whether he was trembling out of fear or anger, Grimmjow didn't care. He preferred it was the latter; the emotion and expression of it from the young man was delicious to the Sexta. It was in that expression and emotion that Grimmjow could clearly see what he wanted.

The boy had his eyes screwed shut though, a look of stubbornness and distaste set on the pretty little face which Grimmjow both loved and hated. His lips were pressed tightly together, and his hands were clawing at his sides and Grimmjow thought the boy looked quite helpless under him without a weapon. He chuckled and Kurosaki Ichigo snapped open his eyes to glare at him.

"Yes, that's it Kurosaki!" Grimmjow grinned, laughing like the maniac he was.

"Get off me, bastard," Ichigo growled through clenched teeth. Grimmjow noticed there was a flicker of something else in those eyes that piqued his interest. What was it? Grimmjow had never felt so curious before... This boy was definitely something else. Instead of answering him though, Grimmjow's grin only widened. "Did you not hear me, Arrancar? Get off me or I'll -"

"Or you'd kill me?" Grimmjow cut in, the mask on his cheek adding to his sinister grin. "You know that's what I want, Kurosaki. But of course, that is if I don't kill you first." Fuck, he was hard right now. The very thought of being overwhelmed by death once again, and also the feeling of fighting it, going against it and reclaiming the life he had lost. Grimmjow moved against him without much of a thought, and he wasn't sure whether it was deliberately or not. But seeing the young man stiffen under him, the angry expression faltering slightly made him go wild. It took a lot for the Sexta to restrain himself.

Ichigo stiffened under the Arrancar, shocked by the turgid length rubbing against his thigh. To say he was confused was an understatement. He didn't know how to react to this crazed and aroused Espada, who had pinned him to the ground, eyes wild with anticipation and desire - for something Ichigo did not know.

But that was what confused him. Those eyes had so much life, Ichigo almost couldn't believe what he was fighting was a Hollow. Hollows do not feel or show emotion, but what was that in this Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's eyes? That something in those eyes had even more life than the ghosts Ichigo had encountered all his life. The discovery felt like it had been smacked into his face when he had believed that something dead would no longer have such things in them. Why now? It wasn't a good time to be distracted, yet Ichigo couldn't tear his eyes away. Those eyes that were more alive than his whole being...

"Why so quiet, Kurosaki? Are you scared?" Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was looking down at him with those very eyes. The blue color gave it an icy, piercing feeling, but Ichigo could see it, feel it, that flame of life probably from all the souls that had been gathered into him, was burning brightly. That malicious, taunting grin added to that feeling as well, though Ichigo thought he looked sincerely satisfied, like he had caught something that he had desired for so long.

"Jerk off somewhere, god damn it," Ichigo snapped, his voice cracked. Grimmjow laughed, the mask opening along with his jaw.

"It's no good, Kurosaki," Grimmjow told him in a drawling voice. Ichigo frowned in confusion, and for the first time he really stared into those blue orbs. "Want to know something? For some reason, ya drive me crazy, Shinigami."

"What are you-"

"It's you and those stupid eyes of yours. Your soul, your being a shinigami, everything," Grimmjow continued, his voice becoming husky. "That death inside ya... It's screaming for me. I know it, that instinct of yours is telling ya to devour me, ain't it?" Grimmjow grinned again as he splayed his hand over Ichigo's chest, running up to his collar and tipping the young man's head back as he wrapped his hand around the neck.

Grimmjow's restraints were snapping now. The shinigami under him seemingly shrunk back, scared and appalled by what he just said. Was the kid stupid? Was he denying what his instincts were telling him? Anger bubbled inside him at the very thought of it.

"...Are you hesitating, Shinigami?" Grimmjow snarled. It was ridiculous. "You don't hesitate when it comes to instinct, Shinigami. This is what that death in ya tells ya to do. Isn't that why you've been fighting me?!" Grimmjow's grip around Ichigo's neck tightened, and the young man started to wheeze. After a moment Grimmjow seemed to have caught himself and the grip laxed. A smirk took over his frown as he leaned down against the smaller frame. "Admit it, Kurosaki," he drawled huskily. The boy seemed to shudder in response. "Admit it, you get off it too. The need to overpower me, to take my life and consume me."

Ichigo remained quiet, his eyes were tinted gold and Grimmjow's excitement could barely be contained. He was getting close to it. He could smell it off the boy. Hell, he could feel him getting hard too.

Grimmjow was provoking him, and Ichigo knew what he was trying to do. But he wasn't going to lie though. What the Arrancar had said was true. There was something about the other man that made him excited every time he saw him. The voice in his head wasn't helping either.

'Admit it, aibou,' the hollow cackled from the corner of his mind. 'Ya get hot every time ya see him, and when ya get back all ya think about is the fighting figure and you dominating him'.

'Shut up,' Ichigo replied. He didn't need the obnoxious hollow to tell him. He knew it himself. He just didn't want to acknowledge it.

But this time it was different. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was asking for it. Ichigo wanted it too, the desire filling him, responding to the Arrancar's call. Fuck it, Ichigo thought. "Yeah you're right." Grimmjow's eyes widened momentarily before they narrowed in anticipation, the grin spreading wider than Ichigo thought possible. "You're right," he repeated, "All I fucking think about is fighting you, taking you down and have you submit, beaten and bloody."

"This is what I'm talking about, Kurosaki," Grimmjow laughed. Black began to seep into Ichigo's eyes, something Grimmjow had been looking forward to ever since he first saw it. "That's right, bring it out! This death of yours and show me!"

Ichigo's throat made a growling sound as he managed to shove Grimmjow off him, throwing the Espada into the air as he grabbed Zangetsu which was lying nearby and flash-stepped towards him. They fought briefly, managing to add more scars and blood on themselves before the two of them crashed into the ground once again, but this time in a fierce lip lock with teeth and tongue involved.

Ichigo ended up on top, having Grimmjow pinned under his weight as he straddled him. The shinigami licked at his dry lips, gold tinted eyes staring down at blue ones. "It's because of this," Ichigo admitted without shame and looking down at Grimmjow from where he was, "You won't give up, you won't back down, and you won't shut the fuck up." Ichigo almost sounded like he was laughing. Grimmjow smirked up at him, watching as Ichigo untied his sash needily. "But that's you, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. So fucking alive, you know that? It's stupid. I hate you."

"Likewise, Shinigami," Grimmjow chuckled as the younger man leaned down and kissed him harshly.

Clothes ripped, tattered, and hakama cast aside, the two figures jostled against each other roughly, heavy pants filling the air. Ichigo pressed his mouth over Grimmjow, tongue entering the other's who accepted it with a nasty bite to the tip, drawing blood. Ichigo moaned at it, rubbing his erection against Grimmjow's with increased fervor every time the Arrancar inflicted some sort of pain on him. Pain was a reminder of him being alive.

"Kurosaki," Grimmjow muttered as Ichigo pulled away, supporting himself on his palms as he rubbed harder. Grimmjow aided him with his own hands, covering their hard, weeping cocks and jerking them both off.

"Fuck," Ichigo groaned. One of his hand grabbed onto Grimmjow's hair, tugging on it as he bent down slightly with his lips hovering a few inches from Grimmjow's own. He could hear the man growling in frustration. Ichigo enjoyed it, hearing more emotions from the Arrancar who was supposed to lack those. "Fuck, louder, Grimmjow. I want to hear you."

"Shit, shit, Kurosaki," Grimmjow babbled, eyes rolling back as his eyelids closed. Ichigo groaned again, and bucked his hips in response and thrusting harder, faster against the other man's cock and into his hand.

Grimmjow was close. Lust, something almost completely new to him ever since Kurosaki Ichigo, overwhelmed him and Grimmjow never knew he could feel such pleasure again since regaining his sound mind when he was an adjucha. And he had never felt so satisfied and so fucking alive like this.

The shinigami was on him, fucking his hand and rubbing against him lewdly while the stench of death and power poured out of him. It was delicious, it was fucking beautiful. It drove Grimmjow mad with both desire and almost sorrowful nostalgia, the raw power of the death god that had once taken him putting him down once again. He had fought it, again and again but this boy would probably be the literal death of him. Grimmjow longed to devour that possibility, and that was the thrill of it. The more he thought about going against the current of power, the more he was turned on. With a guttural groan and the last jerk of his hips, Grimmjow came, hard and dizzying as he sprayed his hot come onto their stomachs.

Ichigo moaned as the hot liquid hit his skin, the evidence of life under him sending thrills through his death-like existence. It was the contrast that was so attractive, something so different that he longed for. He began to thrust harder, placing his hand over Grimmjow's on his cock and soon reached his climax, adding to the earlier semen on their bodies. It was obscene but hot. It would also be an outright lie if Ichigo were to say he didn't enjoy it or was disgusted by it. He was... thrilled. Ichigo rested against Grimmjow's exhausted form under him, whose chest heaved in time to his breathing. The shinigami closed his eyes and searched for a heartbeat. There was none.

But the warmth from the body and the sound of rasping breathing from Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez told Ichigo otherwise.

I like psychotic, maniacal Grimmjow... I know what it feels like to have the urge and desire for something strongly to the point of wanting to extinguish its life and claim it as your own. It's a rather wonderful feeling... but sad too.