Goddamn hollow thought Ichigo, smooshing his palms into his eyeballs, trying to block out the sunlight pouring through. With a sneer he looked down and the huge bulge in his boxers, he flopped backward, "Gross." he growled.
He hated this, 3 nights now he'd had these horribly dirty dreams, flooded with the espada he'd only caught a glimpse of escaping from his room.
Or you could call it leaving the scene, because he was fucking breaking and entering! His mind flared angrily. He looked at his crotch once more, not going down. He stumbled off to the bathroom to take care of his morning wood before school and hope it would sustain him.
"Damn…" grumbled Grimmjow, watching from outside as conceled as possible. He'd been an angry ball of nerves since he'd gazed into this room.
Observing his morning school routine of sleepily making his way to the bathroom with a towel, coming back out and pulling those wretched clothes over his fit frame, and walking out to meet some fag with a dumb black hair cut who he called "Miziro".
The bys strode a bit more quickly than usual to make it in time, laughing as they met up with a spasmodic boy, who pulled a a grinning Ichigo into a one armed bro-hug.
Grimmjow's lip curled, in a private sector of his mind, he had laid claim to Ichigo because he would soon be taking him. He mussed his hair in an agitated manner and slunk off through his opened portal until later tonight.
The high schooler made it to homeroom with enough time to talk with his buds, he plopped into a desk nearest to Chad and Orehime.
Chad grunted and greeting and he nodded back, a sort of silent guy custom they had of saying 'hey'. Orehime waved exuberantly with an open smile, "Hello, Ichigo."
She beamed. "Hey" he said back, she received it with a blush and slight turn of the head. All exchanges passed the large group joked loudly and teased one another until the bell buzzed for first period to commence. Ichigo relaxed into a educational induced stupor and waited for the day to pass.
"Gah," Ichigo verbalized his frustrations, words weren't really coming to him so he just made noise, stomping, slamming and kicking things out of his path in his room. He rubbed the numbing left side of his face, bruised and a little bloody near his hair line.
Who even uses chains? , they'd only gotten one good shot at them before he ground their originally haughty, confident faces into the pavement, but boy had they picked the right weapon.
His head throbbed with the blood in his veins pulsing around a migrane, he tossed back some painkillers frought with narcotics and tipped into bed. He kicked off his shoes with either foot off the end of the bed, wriggled out of his pants and belt, and unbuttoned his shirt. Tilting his head to the clock, observed 6:27. That's an early one, he managed before conking out.
He stared calmly at the half dressed teen, who seemed to have given up on undoing his shirt half way through. Though Grimmjow seemed composed, he was burning beneath the tranquil expression resting on his face. Much like a predator stalking its prey, he had his cool.
He sauntered over and with one hand, lazily undid the remaining three buttons of Ichigo's school shirt. Pushing up the bright tee worn underneath it, his eyes traced the contours of the boy's unknowing frame. With the same motion, he tugged down his boxers to spy what he would be abusing.
He let out a low entertained whistle, pretty well endowed there kid, even before you're up. He savored the view a couple seconds more before commencing his own kind of fun, he leaned over the pressure right above the snoozer's crotch. "Mmph," he mumbled and wriggled in his sleep.
Grimmjow teased a little lower, eliciting another noise, not quite conscious yet but his body was getting the picture. He grabbed him, immediately giving rise to the already growing arousal. "He—y" Ichigo sat up in a clumsy and disgruntled state, his eyes focused on the blue haired hollow whose lips spread into a smile.
"Yo," Grimmjow squeezed and Ichigo curled into himself, "oh, like that?" Grimmjow purred. The red head whipped up and right hooked him straight to the jaw.
The espada slid out his sword and jabbed it under his chin, "you're not nearly as powerful in this form," he stated two inches from his face. Ichigo froze, lost as to what the guy wanted. There was the murderous gleam in his eye, but he wasn't sure whether or not it was directed at him. The azure eyes dropped down to his own hand holding Ichigo's member, he began to pump.
At his hips, the threatened boy clenched his hands similtaniously with his teeth after he'd let out a startled "hah". Not a sound, god it feels good…he's NOT going to see that though, Ichigo moved his eyes to focus on Grimmjow, even though he still looked at what he was doing.
Rolling his thumb over the tip of Ichigo's penis, Grimmjow searched for his face, thirsting to see some king of sexual high emitting from him. The teen's brows scrunched and his bicepts quivered with the stress of remaining stoic, but his deep brown eyes zeroed in on his captor.
They held such power in them, too much of it, he wanted control. I'll break 'im alright, he'll moan Grimmjow's tongue slipped out to lick his bottom lip as he lowered his head. He parted his lips and slowly took the boy gently between his teeth, running his tongue along the length.
Ichigo balked and his mind went blank with pleasure, he moaned deeply and fell back, entangling his fingers in the blue mane now bobbing slowly up and down. His toes curled as Grimmjow's warm mouth encircled him and devastated his resistance. He panted between moans, feeling release upon him.
The espada gripped the hilt of the boys penis lightly, waiting. Ecstacy mounted deep inside Ichigo's gut, he gasped when just before he was ready to come—grimmjow tightened around his cock, halting it. he had it, he's harnessed the boy's passions and would use it. Ichigo silenced and screwed his eyes shut with a slight gleam of sweat on his body, he couldn't stand himself for coming this far. He twisted his head away in shame.
Grimmjow looked at his tense body, so unwanting of him, his throat bobbed with a swallow that grazed the still positioned sword. A thin trickle of blood dribbled over the tendons in his neck, and he pressed a shaking hand to his black and blue face. This look of utter helplessness fed his predator side, Grimmjow tossed down his sword with a clang and propped up Ichigo's knees. The boy's eyes widened as Grimmjow positioned himself, "sto—" he gruffly started, and the espada thrust in.
"F-fuck!" Ichigo spat, immediately clenching around the penetration. The smile on Grimmjow's lips had been replaced with slightly parted lips and half closed eyes, consumed in the warm pressure engulfing his dick. He slid back a bit, only to jam himself in even further, to enhance it for himself on higher levels.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK, I;m dying. This bastard is killing me, Ichigo screamed internally. It felt like he was being ripped open and burned, he couldn't stand what was happening. He was being raped by a man, his enemy.
Grimmjow increased his rhythm, becoming flush as he moved in and out. Breath coming in eratic jolts, the corners of his mouth drew up once more, this is good. Then he looked down at Ichigo….
His feature screwed up in pain, not uttering a sound. His hands gripped desperately at his side, squeezing into his palms so hard beads of blood oozed between his fingers.
Grimmjow stopped cold, half out. The red head's chest jumped nervously at the hiatus of his torture, the pads of Grimmjow's fingers guided him to look into his face. Ichigo's eyes creaked open to see those intensly blue eyes grip him. Grimmjow placed one hand on Ichigo's groin and prepared to enter once more. "No," ichigo's husky voice rumbled.
Grimmjow grabbed, pressed and entered at the same time. He hit, dead on, the most delicious spot Ichigo had felt. His back arched and he came, hard, in the espada's hand, breathing harshly.
At the sight of Ichigo's thrill, he let go inside of him with a deep growl, curling has head into the reaper's chest. Ichigo felt the hot breath fan across him, raising goosebumps. He looked at Grimmjow's sex face with hooded eye and he stared right back.
His forearms laid on either side of Ichigo's face, taking in his exhausted features, he pulled out. His face contorted in pain as it was removed from his abused body.
Ichigo's and his breathing even out to a regular tempo, eyes still connected with one another. Grimmjow saw the bliss of after-orgasm drain out, only to be replaced with anger. He smirked hugely, which fueled the fire.
"I'm gonna fuck. You. Up." Ichigo said evenly in outraged undertones.
Grimmjow slinked off of his body, dragging his hand down past ichgo's navel, causing a shudder to rake through his glistening body. "Go ahead and try." The Espada jeered. Fading back through a portal.