A/N: Sorry this took me a while to write this. Truthfully, it took me so long because I had no idea how to write a sex scene. Never wrote one before. Which raises the question why I would write a story that revolves around the lust two characters feel for each other. Anyway… I hope that this chapter isn't really bad. I would really like some response to how I wrote this scene. Since it's my first time writing a sex scene (yeah, I've read plenty but never wrote one before X.x), I would love to know if I did anything right.
Well, this is the last chapter. It kills me to leave it here but I feel like I have to. Maybe I'll write a short epilogue, or maybe not (but I really, really want to ;) ) Thank you all who added this story to your favorites and those who reviewed! It was a pleasure writing for you, even though I wasn't the best and most responsible author ever. I hope to see you when I post my next story (when I get around to writing it….)
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It would have been easier if they just dropped their swords at the start and got straight to business, however, it seems as though Shuuhei is still holding onto some hope that this is merely a sword fight. Grimmjow wants to roll his eyes, but he has to admit that he likes this stubborn part of Shuuhei. It's one of the few things they have in common.
Grimmjow draws his sword after Shuuhei sinks into a battle stance. He would much rather start ripping clothes off, but he senses that Shuuhei wants to preserve his pride. Normally he wouldn't give a damn what his prey desires and would go in for the kill. Now, though, he can't bear to take Shuuhei against his will. It would make everything pointless.
He just recently realized that Shuuhei cannot be fully dominated by body alone. He would go down fighting and full of spirit until the very end. Grimmjow has to conquer Shuuhei's emotions to conquer him. Also, a Shuuhei moaning in pleasure sure beats a Shuuhei broken and half-dead on the ground…. maybe.
Grimmjow focuses on his future prize. For a moment he just wants to rip himself to shreds for letting this Shinigami rule his actions when he's the king here, but he pushes the feeling away. For the first time since he can remember, he doesn't want to just run someone through and leave them dead on the ground. He will have to forfeit a part of himself to get what he wants, but that's a sacrifice he'll have to accept. Right now he can't think about the future or his misguided morals. If he does, then he will miss his chance to actually feel something.
Shuuhei is hesitating and Grimmjow takes the opportunity to attack so he can get this whole stalling business over with. Shuuhei blocks and parries. For the next several minutes they exchange blows without serious damage being done. It isn't as though they are holding back; Grimmjow can tell that Shuuhei is attacking with all his might, since he is doing exactly the same. The fight would progress if they both release their zanpakuto; however neither is willing to risk mortal blows to the other.
The fight tires quickly. It isn't satisfying any of Grimmjow's cravings and he can tell that Shuuhei is dissatisfied as well. He wants to hurry up and push Shuuhei to the ground. So that he can dominate Shuuhei. Because that will put him at peace and maybe quell the ever burning fire inside him.
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Shuuhei quickly realizes that swords aren't going to get them anywhere. Before he attacked he wondered if a sword was even necessary. A part of him still refused to believe that he had such lust for an arrancar and he couldn't not draw his sword. That part of him, though, changed its mind as the fight dragged on. This isn't about swords or strength or race. He isn't sure what exactly he wants from Grimmjow, but he knows he will discover the meaning of these feelings in due time. If he doesn't act, then he will never know. And that would be a pity.
He can no longer deny his attraction to Grimmjow's nature. The arrancar is violent and a brute, but he is like the opposite end of a magnet. Shuuhei just gravitates towards him. Maybe it's because the arrancar is the embodiment of his own hidden desires. Or it might be that Shuuhei can sense that they can help each other. Whatever the reason, both of them are changing; the results of which either for better or worse. Whichever one doesn't matter. Shuuhei just needs to break out of his shell of stunted emotions.
He can see that Grimmjow is growing impatient. He can't blame him. In the brief moment Grimmjow recovers from a strike, Shuuhei steps back and drops his sword. Grimmjow looks confused for a moment, but a large grin emerges soon after. The arrancar tosses his zanpakuto away and quickly closes the distance between the two of them.
Grimmjow grabs Shuuhei's shoulders and Shuuhei holds onto Grimmjow's forearms in return. Grimmjow is quickly forcing him to the ground and even though Shuuhei is trying to resist, the arrancar is physically stronger. He hits the sand and the arrancar is quickly over him. His hands are pinned over his head.
He kicks out, catching the arrancar on the side. Grimmjow grunts and Shuuhei takes the moment to kick again, rolling them over so Shuuhei is situated on top. He looks down.
Grimmjow's face is heated and twisted into a look so smoldering that Shuuhei can feel his skin and groin sweltering. His heart stutters and his entire body freezes. He is instantly aware of the body under his and the heat of the stomach he has pinned between his legs. The sensations hit him at full force and he can't even oppose as Grimmjow pushes him back onto his back.
Grimmjow entwines both of their legs and completely covers Shuuhei's body. Shuuhei can't escape, but for some reason that doesn't bother him a bit. Shuuhei is going to give as much as he gets. He isn't going to be overpowered.
Shuuhei can feel Grimmjow's hot breath on his ear and the arrancar's tongue travels the side of his cheek. He can't hold back a groan and bucks up, grinding into Grimmjow. Grimmjow shudders and the grip on Shuuhei's wrists tighten. Shuuhei smirks. He is under Grimmjow, but not overpowered.
Grimmjow retaliates by transferring Shuuhei's wrists to one hand and using the other to remove the top of Shuuhei's uniform. The arrancar's calloused hand runs over Shuuhei's chest, feeling every muscle and scar. Shuuhei's breath becomes ragged and he can barely think beyond the rough and electrifying touch. He rubs their legs together and leans up to that they are almost nose-to-nose. His lips ghost over Grimmjow's, but digs his teeth into the arrancar's neck instead. Grimmjow hisses and his hand leaves Shuuhei's chest in favor of the hem of the Shinigami's hakama.
Shuuhei arches his back as Grimmjow's palm finds the bulge in his fundoshi. His mouth leaves the arrancar's neck and he buries his face in the fiery blue hair. He struggles against Grimmjow's hold. He wants to run his hands all over the strong back and body. The next moment Shuuhei's hands are freed and he is tearing at the white uniform.
It isn't long before all their clothing is scattered on the ground and the only distance between them is the layer of sand grain and dirt on their skin. Their bodies mold together and Shuuhei wraps his arms around the arrancar's back. Grimmjow's body heat is flowing from the arrancar into him and his head is incapable of thought. He cries out and digs his nails into Grimmjow's back. Grimmjow flinches and clutches Shuuhei's thighs, forcing them apart.
Shuuhei grinds their arousals together as Grimmjow slides a hand around and under Shuuhei. His fingers slide down Shuuhei's back and settle in between the cheeks, leaving a burning trail behind them. Shuuhei is almost confused until a finger is suddenly inside of him.
He never expected Grimmjow to prepare him first and he definitely doesn't mind the surprising gentleness. From the look on Grimmjow's face, the arrancar himself is confused at his own actions. Shuuhei pushes down on the finger and another goes in. All Shuuhei can focus on are the digits writhing inside of him. He forcefully grinds up into Grimmjow as more fingers are added. His mind is clouded and he doesn't question himself as he discovers that this isn't nearly enough.
Using as much strength as he can muster, he grabs Grimmjow's shoulders and forces the arrancar onto his back. Grimmjow's eyes are wide as he comprehends the hands shoving his thighs apart. He starts to resist before he feels the breath over his arousal. He falls to his back and groans and Shuuhei's mouth closes over him.
Shuuhei looks up from his position between Grimmjow's legs. He watches as the arrancar's eyes squeeze shut and as the usually smirking mouth twists into a clenched grimace. He works on the flesh in front of him and his own arousal grows in response. He runs his hands over the arrancar's skin and feels the fire beneath. He groans around Grimmjow, unable to take the tension any longer. He lets Grimmjow slip from his mouth and crawls up the arrancar's body. He sits up, takes a hold of Grimmjow's arousal again, and positions it at his entrance.
He roars along with Grimmjow as he pierces himself. He pushes down until he can't go any farther and his eyes slide closed as his mouth falls open. He stays that way for a moment before he starts rocking. The pain is intense but he ignores it. He only has attention for the pleasure electrifying his entire body.
One of Shuuhei's moans shakes Grimmjow from his stupor and he quickly flips their positions. Shuuhei finds himself sprawled out on the sand as Grimmjow thrusts into him. The arrancar's body completely covers him and he can feel the muscles and skin over his. He clutches Grimmjow's back and buries his face in the broad shoulders. He smells sweat and a scent distinctively Grimmjow's as his body jolts with each thrust.
He gasps each time Grimmjow surges further. Sweat rolls down his skin and he hears Grimmjow's grunts and pants. The pace increases and before he knows it, Shuuhei is screaming his release. Grimmjow follows soon after and a disturbing warmness fills Shuuhei. Grimmjow collapses on top of him and the heat doesn't disappear for a while.
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Grimmjow eventually rolls off Shuuhei and the sweat dries. There is a disgusting feeling between Shuuhei's legs, and he tries to wipe off the creamy fluid. He only succeeds in caking himself with more sand.
Both of them dress in silence.
They face each other, ignoring the other's ravaged appearance. Shuuhei painfully clears his dry throat.
"We won't hesitate to kill if we see each other again," he states. "If we meet in battle, I will kill you."
Grimmjow nods and stares at Shuuhei's chapped lips. He got his wish. He dominated Shuuhei and he disregards the fact he was dominated in return. They both turn and walk away without any other words spoken.
Grimmjow feels the constant torment of raging urges to fight and kill settling inside him. Shuuhei senses Kazeshini and for the first time there isn't ill will between them. They both feel the loss of something with each step they take.
Later, when Shuuhei is reconnecting with his zanpakuto, Kazeshini will help him realize the depth of his feelings. He will stare at the walls of his room and the whole of Soul Society will feel empty, since the other end of his magnetic pulls at him from another world.
In a forsaken cave deep in the forests of Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow will notice how the urge to fight has been replaced by another. He will wonder why he no longer desires revenge, death, and victory, but only yearns to be able to follow the Shinigami that made him reconsider his lonely life.
For now, though, they pretend that what happened between them means nothing. They fool themselves into believing that they will keep their promise, even while they both know that they cannot reverse the change which is happening within both of them.