Ichigo was used to Grimmjow being rough by now. He hadn't ever really explained it, but from what Ichigo could gather, Grimmjow had a better nose than most, and couldn't stand it when he could smell someone else on Ichigo. After spending a day veging on a couch with Orihime and watching bad TV, all Ichigo smelled like was another person. And maybe Ichigo didn't shower on purpose, hardly even admitting it to himself. He liked Grimmjow jealous, liked teasing Grimmjow about feelings. It was all in good fun.
And it was hot.
The moment he'd stepped into the park (leaving his body at home), Grimmjow was on him with a snarl. Ichigo fought back with a short breath that might have been a laugh and might have just been a result of Grimmjow barreling into him. He caught a flash of gleaming teeth in the dark, and knew Grimmjow could be laughing or snarling. There really wasn't much of a difference in either case.
Truthfully, the fact that Ichigo smelled like another didn't really matter. It was any excuse to fight and fuck.
Grimmjow didn't even bother with any accusations, and his punches were strong. It felt like the first time they fought, leaving Ichigo gasping and aching at the site of the impacts. He gave as good as he got, meeting a kick to his gut by grabbing Grimmjow's ankle and hooking him in the chin while he was trapped. Head snapped back, Grimmjow jumped up and twisted his hips, wrenching his leg from Ichigo's grip and ducking in for a body shot. Ichigo moved like water and slid out of the way, trying to bring his elbow down on the back of Grimmjow's head, only to find Grimmjow just not there anymore.
Thin, long, strong fingers curled around his throat. Grimmjow's palm was hot against his Adam's apple. Ichigo kicked out, but Grimmjow had put himself off to Ichigo's right specifically to avoid that. Ichigo gaped, trying to get air as he clawed at Grimmjow's hand. Grimmjow growled wordlessly and shook Ichigo a little, grip tightening and cutting off his air entirely. Ichigo felt Grimmjow's palm get even warmer- an accumulation of reiatsu that threatened a cero. Ichigo relented, forcing himself to relax and stop fighting. A weak cero wouldn't hurt him much, not anymore, but at the throat? He wouldn't risk it, and he knew Grimmjow wouldn't hesitate to fire.
Ichigo allowed Grimmjow to guide him, stumbling backwards to a more secluded copse of trees, where they would be well hidden from prying eyes, if those eyes were even strong enough to see them in the first place. He found himself with a rough, solid tree at his back, and a warm, solid, and just as rough Arrancar at his front. The hand at his throat never moved, flexing just a little to adjust. Ichigo didn't try to remove it.
"You're mine." Grimmjow snarled, an animalistic sound of fury and territorial rage. "Nobody sees you like this anymore." Ichigo noticed that Grimmjow kept his teeth bared, and they were the first things he felt at his shoulder when Grimmjow impatiently yanked his hakama aside. "Nobody hears you like this anymore."
Ichigo realized he'd been gasping and making the beginnings of a moan in the back of his throat. He didn't try to shut himself up. Grimmjow wasn't quiet as he marked up Ichigo's skin, either, growling wordlessly, making lewd suckling sounds. At some point, Grimmjow's thumb had begun stroking up and down like a comfort, soothing. Ichigo didn't think Grimmjow even knew he was doing it. All of it was driving Ichigo higher and higher- Grimmjow just knew how to get under his skin.
Grimmjow's body was too far away, and Ichigo's arms felt like lead. He realized the pressure and pins and needles feeling meant Grimmjow was using his reiatsu to hold him down, had been applying it so gradually that Ichigo hadn't noticed until it was too late. He groaned, head falling back to knock against the tree.
Evidently it was just what Grimmjow had been looking for; any form of aquiesence to mean victory. Ichigo found himself stripped bare and cold, a snarl of triumph from Grimmjow still hanging in the air. He shifted as much as he could, trying to get accustomed.
"You'll sit still, 'f ya know what's good fer ya." Grimmjow warned, finally letting go and taking a step back.
Ichigo's first reaction was to fight and curse and get Grimmjow back where he wanted, but this was Grimmjow's game. There were agreed upon rules, even if those rules were never spoken aloud. Ichigo made himself relax and tried to catch his breath. It could have just as easily been the other way around.
So he watched as Grimmjow stripped himself down, their clothes strewn about on the grass carelessly, like fallen leaves. Grimmjow never seemed to have any shame in his body- not that he should, it was just a marvel for Ichigo to see someone so utterly comfortable in their own skin. And even though Ichigo could plainly see how aroused he was, none of that seemed to touch Grimmjow's face; not when he was looking at anything not Ichigo.
Their gazes suddenly locked, and even from their short distance, Ichigo could see Grimmjow's pupils dilate with hunger. He wondered what he looked like through the other's eyes to illicit such reaction. He watched as Grimmjow prowled closer, and moaned when Grimmjow was close enough that they were touching from knees to shoulders, heat shared between them.
"Go on, Ichigo." Grimmjow purred in a tone Ichigo didn't trust at all. "Get yourself off."
The slight movement of Grimmjow's hip against his straining cock was all Ichigo needed to start moving his own hips. His back was going to be all torn to hell and he didn't care, chasing the white hot pleasure that came with friction.
Grimmjow wasn't idle. He was doing something with his hands that Ichigo probably should have been concerned about but really couldn't-
"A-ahhh! Fuck!"
"That's the idea, yeah." Grimmjow muttered sarcastically.
Ichigo didn't think it was even a little bit fair that Grimmjow still had the brain power to be sarcastic. He was finding himself with a leg hitched up and held around Grimmjow's waist, while Grimmjow's other hand had found its way around and behind Ichigo. And in one, smooth, swift movement, Grimmjow had slid one slick finger into Ichigo all the way to the knuckle.
The burning sensation wasn't painful, but it was powerful, and Ichigo had never thought that Grimmjow would be so thoughtful as to bring along lube. Evidently, he'd planned this.
"Where'd you get…?" He asked, desperate for anything to distract him from his discomfort.
"Plants in Hueco Mundo. It's safe, don't freak. 'S long 's ya don't eat it." Grimmjow rolled his hips, their dicks sliding together, and Ichigo was silenced to gasping and small moans. "That's it, Ichigo. Open up for me." Grimmjow's words faded into that same rumbling purr he got when Ichigo stroked his hair in just the right way.
Ichigo let out a low keening sound as Grimmjow gently pushed in another finger, colder than the first, and began moving them immediately. He did his best to relax, rocking his hips and focusing on the pleasure.
With as much of their… thing was made up of fighting and teasing and, yeah, napping, as it was, Ichigo had been surprised to find that Grimmjow was just as capable of tenderness and gentility as anyone else. The trick was mostly not to let him know he was doing it unless they were already fucked-out and sated. They both knew he was doing it. Grimmjow just didn't want to admit it.
A third finger, a little more rough than the last two. They were both getting impatient, then. Ichigo felt the pressure removed from his arms and threw them around Grimmjow's neck, relishing the roughness of Grimmjow's scars against his skin. He felt no guilt for digging his nails into Grimmjow's neck and pulling at his hair.
Grimmjow was quick, not giving Ichigo any time to tense up as he replaced his fingers with his cock. He didn't allow for any adjustment time either, not anymore. Ichigo felt another pressure release and wrapped his other leg around Grimmjow's waist, clinging to him, forcing him to step back from the tree to keep his balance.
The angle wasn't fantastic, but the friction was enough to have Ichigo chasing more. He hooked an elbow around Grimmjow's neck, leaving his other hand free to reach between them and stroke himself, exchanging sloppy- and when someone else's tooth caught on someone's lips- bloody kisses.
Suddenly, as Grimmjow shifted his grip on Ichigo's hips, pleasure seared up his spine. Ichigo yelped and bucked reflexively. Grimmjow's lips curled up in a grin, and he kissed Ichigo with greater abandon, snapping his hips up harder. Ichigo knew he was getting loud and didn't care, clawing at Grimmjow's shoulder, jacking himself out of time with Grimmjow's thrusts.
"You close?" Grimmjow asked, voice absolutely wrecked. Ichigo was glad he wasn't the only one losing it.
"Mm-hm." Ichigo managed a jerky nod, panting.
"Good." Grimmjow grunted, hitching Ichigo higher and making him cry out. "Good. Wanna see what I do t' you. Wanna hear ya scream my name."
Ichigo let out a whimper he'd never admit to, clawing at the back of Grimmjow's neck. He wouldn't give Grimmjow the satisfaction of screaming and instead mashed their mouths together messily as he came. Riding the overwhelming waves of pleasure and oversensitization, Ichigo couldn't make a sound as Grimmjow's thrusts grew out of tempo, or as they were both lowered to the ground and the movement of Grimmjow's hips got easier, slicker.
Ichigo's back met grass, cooler than the space between their bodies. He didn't mind Grimmjow laying over him as they caught their breath, or that he nosed Ichigo's cheek and throat, breath hot and moist, fanning over Ichigo's skin.
Ichigo lost track of time, but when he came back to himself, Grimmjow was still laying on top of him, his face planted into the dirt beside Ichigo's head. Cold air blew over Ichigo's hip and stomach from the empty space of Grimmjow's Hollow hole, and he shivered.
"What's with you and dirt?" Ichigo mumbled, trailing his fingers up and down Grimmjow's back, skirting his Hollow hole. Grimmjow didn't like it to be touched so much.
"Doesn't exist in Hueco Mundo." Grimmjow mumbled, slightly muffled by Ichigo's shoulder. "Smells good." Smelled alive.
"Oh." Ichigo huffed more than spoke. He was starting to be able to feel his limbs again. And the cold.
"You wanna put clothes on again?" Ichigo asked, only half meaning it.
"Might as well." Grimmjow groaned, heaving himself up.
Suddenly, a flash of red and black came into view, and it took Ichigo's brain a second to catch up with his eyes.
"Ichigo! Gri- you!"
"What- Renji?!" Ichigo yelped, grabbing the nearest garment and covering his lap.
"What the fuck did just say?!" Grimmjow snarled, starting to struggle into a pair of pants, grasping for Pantera.
"Renji, you better go." Ichigo was more amused than concerned. Grimmjow might be serious, but at the moment, neither of them were much of a threat to anyone, being all loose-limbed. But it was absolutely hilarious to watch Renji shit himself, and he sort of deserved it.
Renji, who was turning red and fumbling for words.
"Wh-what? I was in the area, I sensed your reiatsu and thought there was trouble- what?"
"You didn't even knock." Ichigo swallowed his smile, half-distracted by Grimmjow swearing and still fighting with his pants.
"Knock? Whaddaya mean, knock?! There's nothing to knock on! We're outside!" Renji spluttered.
Grimmjow had finally secured his clothing, and with a snarl, leapt at Renji. Renji, a hand on Zabimaru, ran. In seconds, the two were gone. Ichigo looked down to see Pantera still on the ground. Yeah, Renji would be fine.
Ichigo sat up against the tree and wriggled into clothes, cleaning himself up as best he could. Some short time later, he could feel Grimmjow approaching again, by himself. Sure enough, the Arrancar stepped into the clearing, gasping all over again.
"Yer friend… Got fuckin' fast." He grumbled, collapsing against the tree at Ichigo's side.
Took it he got away, then.
"Did I tire you out that much?" Ichigo asked, allowing himself a grin.
"Shut up." Grimmjow snapped.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and chanced to glance downwards- and smirked. So that was why Grimmjow had had so much trouble putting the pants on- they didn't even belong to him.
"I could get used to seeing you in black." Ichigo said lowly.
"Huh-?" Grimmjow looked down and let out a breath of frustration. "God damn it." He breathed, so softly that Ichigo could hardly hear him.
Ichigo moved, slinging a leg over Grimmjow's hip.
"No, really. It's a good look for you." He grinned, kissing Grimmjow's lips lightly. He started slowly grinding down with his hips.
"Wh- again?!" Grimmjow didn't sound genuinely upset at all, so Ichigo continued skimming his hips along Grimmjow's mask. "'S a wonder either of us gets any-" Ichigo sealed their lips together, hoping Grimmjow would get the hint. He didn't. "-rest."
Ichigo nipped Grimmjow's lip, and couldn't stop grinning against the other's mouth, a mirror of his own.
In honor of chapter 624.
It seems like uploading once a year on this fic is becoming a trend of some kind. Except this time I don't have any ideas for another part. (If someone wants to see something, feel free to say so in a review or PM!) I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN ANOTHER YEAR AGH
And my most sincere and deepest thanks to those who have waited and read since the first part of this thing, if there are any of you out there. ;u;
That's about all I gotta say about that.