Accidents
Chapter 6
By MasterAkira
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor am I making any money off of this. Tite Kubo does, lucky bastard.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, yaoi, anal, oral, rimming, fingering, language, etc. Not as violent as I thought it would be. Grimmjow/Ishida
Author's note: While I did this I had a definite picture of what Schoolgirl!Ishida looked like, so I tried to draw it. It sort of came out okay. His face looks really good, and so does the skirt, but I don't much like the rest. Check it out at
www (dot) theotaku (dot) com/fanart/view/295371/ishisa_in_a_schoolgirl_uniform (just remove the spaces and put the dots in where indicated) it's not my best work, so be forewarned, its just an idea sketch.
This chapter is dedicated to Undacuvasesshyluva, for her amazingness in suggesting the pairing and letting me proof her stuff. Thanks, I hope you enjoy it! Please review!
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"Oi, girlie." A tall, turquoise haired man clamped one hand down on the shoulder of a school girl. She eeped and turned, staring at him from behind rimless glasses with big, dark blue eyes. "Ya Ichigo's bitch?"
"No! Unhand me!" The girl—he started to wonder, she had the flattest chest he had ever seen—tried to wrench away from his grasp, but found her self pinned to the solid wall she had been walking by. "I have nothing to do with Kurosaki!" Her husky voice was indignant that he would even have been associated with them.
"You're lyin' to me. I can smell his reiatsu all over you." The larger figure pressed his long form against the human girl.
"No! It's the uniform. He gave it to me." A crimson blush spread across delicate cheekbones and his slender nose. Grimmjow wasn't sure he could stop even if this wasn't Ichigo's bitch.
"Now, why would he do that?" That beautiful face looked him straight in the eyes and he knew this was the person. Not even Hime was as beautiful as this slim creature.
"Let me go!" The girl struggled against him his hands curled into fists, beating at Grimmjow's strong, muscled chest. "I have nothing that the arrancar want." She sounded so sad saying that. At one point there was something she had that Aizen would have wanted.
"Naw, I don' think so little girlie." The evil dark laughter sent shivers down Ishida's spine. He swooped down and captured those sweet, slim lips. He moved his own mouth harshly over them. When they parted in a desperate attempt to plea for mercy, he forced his tongue inside, stroking and sucking on every inch of that sinful mouth. Finally, he felt his captive kissing him back, and moaning when his sharp teeth nicked her tongue. "Darlin' I ain't goin' to hurt ya, so relax and let's enjoy this." He tangled one hand in short raven locks, as soft to the touch as raw silk.
"No, please…" The plea was not convincing, not when a pink tongue came out and wetted those reddened lips and a she groaned when Grimmjow dragged one large, calloused hand up the length of her bare leg, from the top of her thigh-high socks to the edge of her skirt.
"Call me Grimmjow, girlie." He leaned back down for another kiss, sliding his hand up farther, just tracing the edge of her panties. He hoped they had little strawberries all over them. That would make this so much sweeter. Wait. What the Fuck… "Girlie, I think you've been keepin' somethin' from Grimmy." He pulled away from the kiss only to lick a path up an arched neck and nip at a small ear lobe. "Ya ain't no girlie, girlie. That's false advertizin'." He laughed and squeezed the little surprise under the pleated skirt.
Ishida gasped. "Ah! No…please stop!...Ah, nguhh…" He found stringing words into complete sentences difficult when an enemy soldier was feeling him up. He realized he didn't want it to stop. It felt so good, and no one paid him any attention now that his powers were gone. Grimmjow's hand suddenly left and he bucked his hips, trying to get that wonderful pressure back.
"So, are ya Ichigo's bitch? Do ya like this?" He squeezed the erection beneath the skirt and lacey panties.
"Yes! But, I'm…ugh…I'm not his…gods…more Grimmjow!...I am not his bitch!" Ishida arched up and came, just from the stimulation of the arrancar's hand.
"Naw, not anymore. Now, yer mine." Grimmjow smirked evil. "Do ya want me to fuck you here or somewhere else?" He lapped at the panting mouth, catching a bead or two of sweat.
"I have an apartment." He closed his eyes, going completely lax in the strong arms, and letting his thin body be pulled flush against Grimmjow. He felt unbelievable uncomfortable coming down from his orgasm, feeling the wet, cooling mess against his groin. Grimmjow was purring as he nuzzled his hair, and Ishida felt a solid, hot mass pressing into his thigh. "You can take me there." He was in too deep already, why not take the plunge?
"Oh, little girlie, I'm goin' to fuck yer little ass in that skirt until ya can't stand any more." He lowered his head so he could suck on the tiny bit of collar bone peeking out. "Point the way."
Ishida nodded, wrapping one arm around the enemy's shoulder. He looked up, placing a caste kiss on smirking lips. "Out the alley, then to the…ah…right, three streets…if you don't stop, I won't be able to…gods…tell you…" Grimmjow was busily working on covering his entire neck in hickies. "Then a left, two blocks, and it's the three level apartment building." The quincy thrust his hips forward in an attempt to get more. His breath became painfully heavy, and Grimmjow took the hint. In a flash of sonido they were standing at the apartment and Ishida found his feet on the ground again.
"Which room?"
"3-B." Ishida pressed a key into the other man's hand and buried his face in the folds of his white top. It was another smooth, motionless journey that Ishida found himself in the foyer of his apartment. Grimmjow dropped the key on the floor, slamming the door shut behind them with his foot. His large hand grasped fine, dark hair and wretched the boy's neck back so he could plunder that sweet mouth again. The boy moaned and he pulled him tighter, the hand not in his hair squeezing a small, round, delightfully tight ass. The kiss broke and Ishida wrapped one arms around his neck, the other pressing sharply into the bone mask on the arrancar's face.
"Where's the bed?" Grimmjow's growl shot straight to the Quincy's groin.
"First door on the…ah…left." Ishida tried to think coherently, but it was hard when a cold hand was up his shirt, twisting and pulling on his nipples. Grimmjow lifted him by his ass, carrying him into his bedroom and throwing him down on the bed.
The teal-haired espada towered over the teen, pulling off his hakama and jacket, throwing them carelessly to the floor. "I'm gonna mount ya now, girlie." He tore the wet underwear away.
Ishida suddenly scrabbled back, his face livid. "Without stretching me?" The squeak was so cute Grimmjow chuckled.
"Fuck no. A virgin like ya couldn't take me without a few fingers first." He grinned and crawled on the bed, pinning Ishida to the soft surface by dropping his groin onto the other's hips. He ground down and Ishida's head went back, slamming into the wall.
"Ow, ugh." He sat up, pushing the teal-haired espada off of him, clutching the back of his head. "Ow." Tears sprang into his eyes.
Suddenly, Grimmjow became much more human. He hated his partners getting hurt during sex, even if it was just foreplay and not his fault. "Are ya okay?"
"Yeah, oh god, yeah. It just hurts." He wiped away a tear and leaned back on his elbows, throwing Grimmjow a half-lidded look. "It was an accident, so make me forget it."
And forget it he did. Grimmjow was kissing him again, rubbing his stomach and chest, and playing with his hardened pink nipples. He found his sera-fuku top pulled over his head and it was bliss for their over-heated skin to finally meet. "Better?"
"Yes." Ishida hissed as the arrancar moved down him body, full lips moving over his skin and the hardness of his mask digging in alongside. He arched his back when that sinful mouth—and sinful it was—reached his stomach. His nipples were being tugged on by rough fingers, and a long, rough tongue licked all over the flat panes of his abs. They weren't heavily defined, but the slight ridges of his abs tingled as the tongue laved them.
"Are ya a virgin?" Grimmjow grinned up at him, from where he was crouched over Ishida's lower half.
"Kind of." Ishida's blush deepened, and he threaded his long fingers into teal hair.
"Kinda?" His teasing tone was accompanied by a languorous lick along the junction of Ishida's hip and groin, pushing the skirt up with his nose.
"I've…ah…had…stuff up there, but never another man." He arched up against the espada. He groaned when he felt warm hands turning over his hips, forcing him to kneel, his face pressed into his soft pillows.
"Well, girlie, you're in for a treat." Grimmjow's entire body was pressed along his back, curving around him. Slowly, the male kissed the nape of his neck, nipping and licking once again, as he made his way down. The longest pause was when the feline reached the two thumb prints at the base of Ishida's spine. He scraped his fangs across the silken skin and felt a fine trembling of the teen's frame. Suddenly that wicked tongue was at his most private of places.
"Grimmjow-san!" Ishida nearly screamed when he felt the muscle invading him. After all, it was the strangest, most wondrous thing he had felt. It moved in and out, stroking him, filling him, sucking at him.
"You should be honored. This is the most intimate thing a cat will do girlie." Grimmjow pulled back with one last lick. Ishida turned to look over his shoulder. "I need something slick, girlie, if you don't want this to hurt." The quincy nodded and handed him a tube from on top of his nightstand. He read the label. "Lubrication? There's this special stuff that the Szayel-bastard makes and ya just glide in like ya wouldn't believe." He opened the cap and poured some on his fingers, spreading it around. "This looks nice too." He reached down and pressed his finger into a smooth perineum. The thin body stiffened and collapsed, rolling over. Long legs spreading widely for him and he settled in the middle of them.
"Please." His midnight blue eyes were closed and he sighed as a long, thick finger slid into him. The first one went in easily, stroking his hot insides twice before another joined it. This one burned, but he lost all concerns with the pain as he was kissed. The third hurt, no talented tongue could mask that. Grimmjow was spreading his fingers as widely as he could and soon they vanished completely.
"Touch me, girlie." Grimmjow's control was slipping and he wanted to feel the artistic fingers clamped onto his shoulders put to good use. Ishida did as he was told, one hand coming down and wrapping around Grimmjow's adamantine cock, spreading the moisture from the tip down and all over. He marveled at the shape, it was distinctly feline and much larger than those of the other teenaged males he had seen before. Dark blue eyes met light blue ones and he found himself being kissed again, and his hands were now spreading the lube Grimmjow had sprinkled over them.
"Oh gods Grimmjow…" Ishida's legs were hiked over wide shoulders and muscles rippled above him as the arrancar got in place.
"I don't like hurting my partners, girlie, but you're a virgin, and there's nothing to be done 'bout it." Grimmjow smiled and thrust in. Ishida gasped and he felt his muscles clamp down, trapping the other only half-in. "Relax, girlie, ya gotta relax. Please, or else, there won't be anything left for me to fuck ya with."
"I'm trying!" Ishida tried to keep breathing. In and out. In and out. Grimmjow was rubbing circles on his hips with calloused thumbs, and he centered his thoughts on the relaxing feeling. It seemed to work because Grimmjow shoved the rest of his hard cock in with no preamble. It hurt, but it was throbbing and scalding, and it somehow felt good—exceptionally so. "Move, oh…ahhh….move, please!"
Grimmjow was still; his face buried in the thigh-high knee socks Ishida was wearing. "Aw, girlie, I think I might get addicted to this." He pulled out only to slam back in, the forcing the bed to knock against the wall. He repeated the action, each thrust faster and harder.
"Ah…harder!" Ishida rubbed up against him as his prostate was found.
"Oh, keep squirming like that, girlie." He knew he wouldn't be able to stand much more. The boy felt like a vice, wonderfully hot. Ishida's hands were threaded into his hair and they pulled the fang-filled mouth to the teen's. This kiss was much harsher than before and Grimmjow reached a hand between them, stroking the boy to completion.
"Grimmjow!" Ishida was coming, harder than he had ever before, and the pleasure doubled when he felt molten liquid fill him. Grimmjow was trembling inside of him, his hips continuing to jerk forward. He finally stilled, looking at the blissful boy beneath him. "That was…"
"Don't ya say it…" Grimmjow realized he didn't know the name of the human he had just fucked. Calling him 'Ichigo's bitch' probably wasn't right anymore. This was going to be his bitch.
"Ishida, Uryuu Ishida." The pink flush from Ishida's face to mid-chest deepened in a rosy blush. "I am a Quincy."
"Quincy, huh? Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, at you're service." The teal-haired arrancar winked and thrust his hips forward gently.
"I enjoyed that service but-" Ishida was cut off as Grimmjow pulled out of him, flipped him over and forced his half-hard erection back in, all in one smooth movement. He had been too distracted by the play of light on rippling muscles to pay it much mind until his face was once again against his pillows.
"I'm glad ya think that, 'cause there's more. I'm not done with you yet." He liked having Ishida on his knees under him. This was how a real panther did it, how his inner-hollow wanted it. The fact that the brat wanted it just as badly made everything better.
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Ishida felt wonderfully exhausted after another two bouts with the arrancar. He had finally collapsed after coming for the fourth time, Grimmjow had filled him three times, and the former hollow showed a surprisingly caring side. He used Ishida's skirt, which stayed on until Grimmjow finally tore it off of him between orgasms three and four, to clean up his abused hole and sticky stomach. They could shower after some rest. "Why did you attack me?" Ishida rested against the buff chest, angling his head up so he could see the espada's profile. His fingers absentmindedly traced the black hole in his stomach, wondering how it felt to be touched there. Did it tickle? Hurt? Feel good?
"I was looking for a way to get at Ichigo. I want my revenge. I got my arm back, but-" Ishida put a finger over Grimmjow's mouth when he heard him getting worked up.
"Why me?"
"Ya smelled like him." He chuckled. "Ya don't anymore." The arm that was wrapped around him, the arm he had lost, pulled Ishida to him tighter. "It was that girl's outfit ya were wearing."
"He gave it to me. It was a dare." Ishida blushed harder, burying his face against all that taunt, tan skin. "It was an accident I lost the dare. He cheated."
"Naw, Ichigo fucked himself over on this one. You're mine now girlie, no question about it." Grimmjow yawned, his mouth stretching out like a cat's.
"Yeah, I guess." Ishida was pretty sure he wasn't in love with the evil creature, but if he showed up again he knew there would be nothing he could do to turn him away. He didn't want to turn him away. Maybe they could work this all out for the better, if Grimmjow would just sneak him tidbits about Aizen's plan. Not that he had any intentions of helping the shinigami. Just his friends, like Ichigo, Renji, Rukia, Orihime, Sado, Hitsugaya, and the rest. He laid a kiss on the only scar that marred the tan chest and he smiled as he closed his eyes.
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End Note: Cute, eh? Grimm's my favorite. I love him so much…I have the pose-able phone strap of Chibi!Grimmjow. It's really cute. I liked this chapter, just because they are my favorites. The parings haven't changed from what I said last chapter, and I hope to get some out soon, but I have finals coming up, so…Review please, and check out the Ishida in a skirt link I posted at the beginning. Reviews do make me work faster! (Review whore *cough cough*).