Title: Lust over Love- Grimmjow's side
Author: Meg
Paring: Grimmjow/Ichigo
Rating: R
Warnings: sexual content, swearing, angsty Ichi (less then last time) AU from story line
Disclaimer: YO! I still don't own Bleach. And no… Kubo-sama has NOT returned any of my calls/letters… D: Oh, and the song, Inside of You, belongs to Hoobastank.
Summary: The songfic that matches Ichigo's 'Love over Lust'. Grimmjow knows what he wants; and that is sex, from a certain Shinigami. But is that really all he cares about?
It seems so obvious
there's something up with us
I swear I
feel it
from across the room.
So can I ask you this?
Not to
be forward, miss,
But I think I'd kill myself
if I never
knew...
At first, it was about fucking, and that was it. Grimmjow only kept the boy alive so he could screw him, and that really was the honest truth. He dared anyone to second guess him.
Kurosaki Ichigo was a good fighter. He was also a great piece of ass. Grimmjow knew exactly how it had started. In fact, it was himself that had made the first move.
They had been fighting, nothing abnormal to what the usually did when they met each other. For the past few weeks Grimmjow had been noticing things about the Shinigami that has previously pissed him off. Things like his eyes, which he now found attractive, and his face, which now turned him on. The berry's movements and aggression were also a factor in Grimmjow's new found lust for the teen.
Ichigo had had Zangetsu knocked from his hands and had begun to throw a punch, but Grimmjow had other plans. He grabbed the fist and used the teen's own momentum to swing the Shinigami into him and into an embrace, which Grimmjow promptly made use of. Ichigo had started to complain of the sudden close contact with the Arrankar, but was cut short when said Arrankar attacked his with his own. He had made a soft noise that sounded like her disapproved of the Sexta's move, and gripped the white jacket tightly. Other then that, the strawberry named teen made no other move to stop the teal haired Espada, which only spurred him on.
By the time they needed air, Grimmjow had been so horny he had pulled the teen into an alley and took him right there and then. Not exactly the best place for first time sex, but who was Ichigo trying to kid? It was Grimmjow.
What
do I have to do
to get inside of you?
To get inside of
you?
Cuz I love the way you move,
when I'm inside of
you.
When I'm inside of you...
Grimmjow knew that since the first contact, there would be no stopping it until it all just blew up in their faces. Ichigo had slowly begun to adjust to having the Arrankar around not just to fight, and Grimmjow was surprised to see he was acting more like a friend then an enemy everyday. Whether or not Ichigo under stood that himself was a mystery to the Sexta Espada, but when the day came the Ichigo had actually asked the Arrankar for sex, Grimmjow knew things had changed drastically.
Ichigo had usually been a hard ass (no pun intended) when it came to sex. It was always "You are SUCH a sex fiend! You perverted, horny Arrankar! Give me a break!" which was followed by a short fight. The "fight", if it could be called that, never lasted long, as Ichigo would eventually give in to the Sexta's ministrations. But then it was always "make it fast" or "not all the way" or "not so hard, I have school tomorrow."
Not that Grimmjow didn't mind the change. Change was great. If the Shinigami was more enthusiastic about fucking, that was a huge bonus. Grimmjow saw it as a chance to have more of it. Which was good, very good. He didn't have to persuade the Shinigami anymore, or tell him "you want it anyway, so stop yer bitchin'." Ichigo would now ask him, albeit slowly with a burning red face, if they could do it. And Grimmjow, being Grimmjow, would never say no.
Just ask and I will do
anything you want me to
there is
no limit
to how far I will go…
And I'm sure I can
pretend
to be a gentleman...
But before I begin,
I just
gotta know,
just gotta know...
He had to admit, it took a while to get there. From the "just fucking" to "having sex, sex". Ichigo told him they were two different things. Grimmjow insisted they were only different in that the words were not the same.
Grimmjow liked fucking. It was hard and fast and sweaty and lusty all in one. It made him feel like the bad ass he knew he was. "Sex, sex" sounded like some lovey-dovey thing couples had, and that was just sick. Ichigo had to call it "sex, sex" because every time he had said "why can't we have sex?", Grimmjow had replied with "we are having sex Ichi, what do you think this is?". The poor teen had tried for the longest time to get the Espada to take things a little slower. He of course tried and failed, not because Grimmjow wouldn't go slower, but because he would eventually ask for it harder.
It was when he had stayed his first night through that Grimmjow had realised that "sex, sex" was not about taking it slow and all coupley-like, but about the before and after. Before sex was the foreplay, something Grimmjow prized himself on. He knew what Ichigo liked, and he knew how to do it in a way that had Ichigo moaning within seconds of touching him. In the afterglow of sex, Grimmjow had usually just left. But that night that he had stayed, he had enjoyed a night sleeping next to a teen that didn't seem like the cuddling type. He didn't even know why he had agreed to stay. Maybe it was because Ichigo had begun to look more and more pitiful when he asked, or maybe it was because Grimmjow was getting softer. HAH yeah, like THAT was the answer.
Grimmjow was slightly surprised when he felt the teen curling into him, a hand gripping his arm like he was making sure the Sexta wouldn't leave. He was even more surprised by his own actions; slinging his arms around the shorted man and pulling him close. At that time he had thought 'Well, anything to get the kid in a good mood', because when the "kid" was in a good mood, Grimmjow was in a good mood.
What do I have to do
to get inside of you?
To get
inside of you?
Cuz I love the way you move,
when I'm inside
of you.
When I'm inside of you...
So when the Arrankar finally realised the kid had fallen for him bad, he knew he was kinda in a predicament. He could continue to sleep with the Shinigami, playing oblivious to his feelings, or he could break off the whole thing and go back to trying to kill him… like he was supposed to. There was a third option, which was to realise his own feelings for the teen, but that seemed like the loser way out. He also didn't particularly like the other ways either.
It didn't help that Ichigo had said it out loud by accident during one of the fucking sessions without realising it afterwards. Grimmjow had hoped it had just been one of those "heat of the moment" things, but deep down he knew it wasn't. He knew he would have to do something about it soon, or the teen might really confess it to his face and then where would he be?!
"Uhn… Grimm!"
The Espada broke from his thoughts, looking down at the teen who's heat he was currently buried in. "What?"
"Hah-hard… harder!" Fingers dug into the toned flesh of the Arrankar. "Please! I need-ah-need it harder! Fa-aaa-ster!"
Grimmjow studied the Shinigami carefully. His face was flushed and sweaty, eyes clouded in lust. His entire body was twitching with ecstasy that the Sexta knew he was causing.
"Pl-please! I need… I need you-ahn!- need you Grimm-jow…"
Something about having the teen riving underneath him seemed to make him harder. 'And just when I thought he couldn't get any hotter then this…' His thrusting became erratically faster, and in only minutes he had the teen coming, spilling his seed all over their stomachs.
Pulling out of the warmth, he felt Ichigo cling to him, panting deeply. He looked down at the strawberry Shinigami, and caught his eyes. And suddenly, he knew he would have to make his decision soon.
For now I'll play the game
And I'm waiting for your
move
but I've got to say
That I never lose..
"Ichigo…"
Grimmjow stood floating outside the teen's window. The other day had been horrible, had he hoped he could sort everything out now, if it wasn't too late. He tapped lightly on the window, and sighed when the teen looked up.
"Grimmjow… I didn't think… you'd be back so soon."
A shrug. "Yeah well… if I had stayed away any longer, I'm sure ya would have cock blocked me fer longer then I already am." 'Take the joke… common take the joke brat…'
Ichigo smiled. "Yeah, I could have."
Eyes met slowly, blue ones taunting the darker, until they were inches apart. Grimmjow really needed the teen to step up to the plate and take the bait, and when the Shinigami finally opened his mouth, he grinned
"Grimmjow… I… I need to tell you that I… I-."
"I get it, berry. Yer not that hard ta read."
Lips brush gently, calloused hands gripping a white jacket. "Then…"
"Yeah… I suppose you are worth it." And really, Grimmjow supposed he was. And if Ichigo wanted a written love confession well, he was just out of luck.
What do I have to do
to get inside of you?
To get
inside of you?
What do I have to do
to get inside of you?
To
get inside of you?
Cuz I love the way you move,
when I'm
inside of you.
When I'm inside of you...
When I'm inside of
you.
You...
You...
You...
When I'm inside of you...
After all, it was Grimmjow.
--FIN