Warning: RAPE (it sort of becomes consensual in a way, but just to be safe I'm putting it up as a warning. ), MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS (the majority of this chapter is one long sex scene...O3O)
Also I would like to take a second and thank all the people who wished me good luck on my exams. Seriously guys, that meant a lot to me so thank you very much! XD
I finally finished it! Man it took a long time. After the mind crumbling exams (which I can't express into simple words how happy I am to leave behind) I just couldn't get my brain to work. I do not exaggerate when I say, I was looking at a blank page for two days straight! XD Well here it is! The promised mature scene between Grimmjow and Ichigo. Hope you like and please let me know what you think! XD ENJOY!
6
The cold steel dug into his skin and Ichigo gave into the numbing sensation. He still couldn't believe his bad luck. He was this close to finishing Grimmjow and just at that moment fortune had to slap him in the face and prove him wrong. Just his usual luck.
He was falling. He couldn't focus his eyes and only saw flashes of images in between all the red blood drops. Grimmjow's maddening smirk was back. He tried to focus on the Arrancar that was rushing at him with the intent to kill. But he couldn't. All he managed to do was get lost in the two azure oceans, gleaming with triumph. They were such a pretty colour... If only they didn't belong to such a psychopathic killer, he would consider them calming. The blue was serene.
They closed in on him and he involuntarily followed them with his own. They were even more breath taking up close. His arm moved by itself to block the new sword swing. Grimmjow was savage and wild with his blows. There was no point in being careful now. Ichigo was at his mercy and he could take the time to enjoy this.
'Looks like you used up all your power. You got short of breath the instant your mask came off! It's over, soul reaper! I'm hurt pretty bad myself, but in the end, even with that power of yours….'His heart leaped with the thrill of triumph and power he held over his prey.'…You couldn't beat me!'
Ichigo didn't have time to argue or do anything before Grimmjow used his hand to punch him hard in the stomach with the hilt of his sword. He felt it connect with at least two ribs, which broke like twigs. The human gasped and doubled over, his grip losing its hold on the zanpakuto and Ichigo lost consciousness for a minute, only aware of spreading pain.
Grimmjow sheathed his sword and didn't push the slumping boy away from him. The human fell against his bloody chest with his head resting on his shoulder. He smirked at the utterly defenceless Shinigami. How easily he could end that life. But what fun would that be? He still wanted to have a bit more fun with this mouse before he would run his sharpened claws through him.
With ease he lifted Ichigo over his shoulder and secured him with his arm. He knew he had, at most, a minute before his prey woke up. But that was fine. It would be no fun if he was under the sweet bliss of unconsciousness and wouldn't struggle or scream.
But not there. He needed a place a little more private. With his Pesquisa he detected the approach of two individuals. No doubt coming to support Ichigo. Both Shinigamis but one of them had a spiritual signature more similar to Ichigo's. There was a hollow like feel to his Reiatsu. He didn't care to sit around and find out the details of this new threat though.
With Ichigo starting to moan, sign that he was coming around, he used Sonido to change locations. A dark alleyway? Perfect.
Ichigo felt a searing pain at the back of his skull as his head jolted against the wall. His eyes flickered open and closed again, threading on the edge of consciousness. His body was limp and sliding down before he felt a hand clamp on his shoulder, holding him in place.
His breath came out in a wiz, each intake of air like a knife to his abdomen. The broken ribs made his situation even more difficult. Ichigo tried to take a hold of himself and open his eyes but all he managed to do was flutter his eyelids and swallow painfully.
Then he felt his breath being sucked out of his mouth. Something was pushing against his lips, blocking his ability to breathe. He tried closing his lips, but he was weak and whatever was probing easily broke his line of pathetic defence, entering his gasping mouth. It went further, ignoring his agitated tongue. Ichigo recognized the sensation.
It was like a mixture of jolting electricity and burning fire, only not painful. His eyes still refused to open, but his brain started becoming less foggy. He felt this before. He knew he did. In a world of tall buildings and drifting clouds. With sudden realization he snapped his eyes open, ignoring the crushing pain shaking his brain.
At first all he saw was serene turquoise. He moaned softly as the invading object licked his tongue again. Then it clicked. It was the same backbone shuddering electricity that he felt when Hollow Ichigo kissed him. And the pressure against his lips were Grimmjow's lips, pressed firmly and hungrily. He moaned again before realizing that this was his enemy, and that he was in trouble.
When that thought registered, he raised his arms and pushed against Grimmjow's shoulders, succeeding in doing nothing. He had no strength whatsoever. Grimmjow had free reign to do with him as he pleased. Why was it that he found himself in those compromising situations? First Hollow Ichigo and now his psycho twin Grimmjow. Fortune was really kicking him while he was down.
Grimmjow pulled back and Ichigo relished the fresh oxygen filling his lungs. The Arrancar chuckled. Ichigo glared at him through hazy eyes before he felt the sting of a slap across his cheek. He winced at the burning sensation and glared back. He got another slap as punishment, this one much harder. Ichigo felt his jaw rattle from the impact and he lost his cool for a while.
His lip trembled and his eyes watered. He could take punches upon punches but even he had a breaking limit. It was a long hard day, and he just wanted to go to sleep and forget everything. He was a teenager for god's sake. Why couldn't he just take a rest?
'You're crying.' Ichigo widened his eyes at the unexpected softness of the voice. He didn't even realize that he had been crying. With his heart in his mouth he dared look into Grimmjow's eyes again hoping against all hope there will be some sort of humanity in there.
But no. Not even a hint. The eyes looked just as cold as always and famished. Ichigo felt exactly like a rabbit staring in the face of the hungry big bad wolf. And this wolf was grinning his feral grin. Grimmjow leaned in and placed a devouring kiss upon Ichigo's trembling lips. It held no gentleness or kindness. The Arrancar took what he wanted from Ichigo and if the boy didn't like it, too bad.
The Espada pressed himself against the other, crushing him up against the brick walls. Ichigo whined and doubled his efforts to push Grimmjow away. All he succeeded in doing was making the ex-Sexta push back harder.
Grimmjow forced his knee between Ichigo's legs and let his thigh rub against the boy's crotch. The result was satisfying. Ichigo wriggled but he couldn't keep a steady stream of moans when the leg rubbed against him with an increased urgency.
'You taste good. For a human.' Grimmjow smirked and bent down to bite harshly on the quivering neck. He ran his tongue, in a soothing pattern making Ichigo slack further and moan louder. Without warning the biting and rubbing stopped and Grimmjow pulled back, leaving the boy whining in protest and completely exposed.
'I'm gonna make you mine, soul reaper.' His only warning before roughly gripping Ichigo's arm and turning him around. Pain shot through his spine again as Ichigo's head banged against the wall for the second time in a very short while. While the human was unfocused, Grimmjow bent him by pushing on the small of his back, then raised his hips so he was firmly positioned behind the dazed teen.
He didn't wait for Ichigo to complain. With certain fingers he easily got rid of the boy's trousers. They fell in a forgotten heap around their owner's knees. Ichigo yelped at the sudden cold temperature, finally regaining his senses fully. He struggled viciously, despite his low energy supply, refusing with all his might to let anyone else take advantage of his body.
'Let me go! Let me-…' His protests were interrupted as a large hand gripped the back of his neck, forcing the head to reflexively lift, and pull his whole frame away from the wall. A hot breath caressed his ear and cheek, calm, in direct contrast with his ragged gasps.
'Stop struggling or I'll kill you. Clear?' For a second they stayed like that, Ichigo breathless and limp in the grip of his captor whose lips nearly touched his soft skin. But Ichigo's stubborn nature came through again. If Grimmjow was going to kill him, then he better be ready for a hard struggle till the bitter end.
Defiantly he packed the last remains of his strength and elbowed Grimmjow in the gut successfully taking the Arrancar by surprise. Ichigo hissed in pain from the broken ribs and stumbled when the grip around his throat loosened. He twisted so that his back hit the wall hissing as even more rib-associated discomfort followed.
Grimmjow followed him with widened eyes. He certainly hadn't expected an opposition and definitely not from a barely conscious youth. His pulse quickened with the thrill of yet more fighting. He liked the way Ichigo resisted even though the end was inevitable. The Arrancar's eyes glazed with lust and a sadistic smile stretched his lips.
Ichigo watched this with a growing sense of dread. His jaw quivered, on the edge of bursting into tears. He moved back into the wall trying to melt into the shadows away from the hollow's reach. With one lunge Grimmjow close the distance and locked their lips together, swallowing the startled gasps. He expertly plunged his tongue inside Ichigo's mouth and mapped the fleshy cavern.
At that moment, the Arrancar deeply regretted the loss of his arm. It was really hard to fondle Ichigo and hold him in place with only one hand. The kiss deepened and Ichigo's resistance was wearing down, fast. His will power was breaking like a string. His resolve and pride were already out the window.
He shuddered all over when Grimmjow's hand trailed down his abdomen and past his stomach to Ichigo's lower regions. The firm grip was rewarded by lewd moans. He hated reacting this way but his inexperienced body was very sensitive and the fact that Grimmjow was good at what he did, didn't help.
'Stop fighting it. Just give up!' Grimmjow's whispers attacked Ichigo's ear. The low growl, thick with want and demanding, was surprisingly arousing.
Ichigo managed a whimper and to Grimmjow that sounded like a green light. Not that he wasn't the type to go on red. Playtime was over. The Arrancar lifted Ichigo's thigh up parting his legs in the process. In response the melting teen gripped his enemy's shoulders for support, all wishes to fight back forgotten.
Suddenly Grimmjow's hand wound around Ichigo's pelvis and gripped his ass firmly, electing a yell. The Arrancar smirked, right before attacking Ichigo's already bruising lips. The wave of lusty passion washed over him and he thrust inside the boy's virgin entrance. The yell that tore out of Ichigo was music to Grimmjow's ears.
Unfortunately he couldn't fully enjoy the symphony of pain, since the Vizards and Shinigamis would be alerted by the noise. He had to keep the youngster quiet, and only one thing sprung to mind that didn't involve ending the sex. He continued his thrusts but made sure to find Ichigo's prostate. On top of that he intensified the pleasure by giving Ichigo's cock the much craved attention.
Ichigo was someone who had been forced to endure ridiculous amounts of pain in his relatively short life. It was only thanks to this that his yells quickly changed to moans and whines. Ichigo couldn't believe how much he sounded like a two dollar whore. He desperately wished he could cling to some shard of dignity but his lewd voice, flushed skin and erect member were determined to make sure that didn't happen.
The thrusts became more urgent as well as Grimmjow's hand movements rendering Ichigo to a whimpering, craving mess. The Arrancar growled, taken in by the sight of the shuddering, gasping human. The pleasure building inside them was just about to reach its peak and with a few powerful, well aimed thrusts the impending orgasm vibrated through the pair of bodies.
Ichigo was thrown off by the sheer force of ecstasy, all a new experience to him. He barely managed to get his breath under control but his frame continued to shake like it was conducting large volts of electricity. He was vaguely aware of Grimmjow pulling away, the warmth of his muscular build quickly replaced by the chilly evening air. Without his support, Ichigo could barely hold himself up even though his back was fully supported by the rough wall behind him.
On his side, Grimmjow took a second to look at the human he just fucked. Not a disappointment at all. In fact he was startled by how good it felt considering it was just something he did on the spur of the moment simply because he felt horny. There was something about the boy that made him lose control. Maybe it was his warm, breakable, human form which was so different to that of a hollow. In a way this was a new experience for Grimmjow too.
He smirked, in that way which Ichigo found enraging, earning a glare from the said adolescent. His skin prickled at the thought of Ichigo's feisty nature returning and with that the promise of another battle where he had the chance to conquer him all over again. Grimmjow felt lust flaring up once more even though he just finished a round. Stamina was one of his strong points.
'If you keep looking at me like that I'll fuck you again. You want that?' To his pleasure he noticed the flicker of fear ignite in the chocolate coloured eyes. His grin stretched wider.
He advanced making Ichigo flinch. This was one of the best cat/mouse games he had in a long time and he wasn't getting tired of cornering his prey. His fingers twitched with the anticipation of ravishing Ichigo again. The boy was delicious looking and his fear was the perfect condiment to make him irresistible.
Suddenly his fine senses picked up on an approaching threat and Grimmjow's expression clouded. A pesky Shinigami was getting close. He would have no qualms about continuing to fuck Ichigo, even with an audience, but if others found out about his new interest it might lead to further complications. His original plan was to kill Ichigo after having his fun but as it turned out the boy was more useful alive.
'Get dressed. 'Grimmjow's tone was flat and serious leaving no room for complains. Not that Ichigo was going to. With trembling fingers and unsteady hands the younger of the two complied, feeling Grimmjow's intense gaze the whole way.
With his clothes back on he felt a little bit more in control of himself. It was like the thin layers of fabric were offering some much needed protection and he wasn't feeling as exposed. His mind was all jumbled up. He felt fear and anger above all else, at Grimmjow as well as himself for being so easily defeated after all his training, but he also felt a sting of betrayal and that irked him tremendously because he couldn't explain it. Why would he feel betrayed by Grimmjow? His confusion fanned the flame of rage and he threw dirty murderous glared at his enemy. His nostrils flared a little and his jaw clenched.
'What? You have something to say?' Grimmjow didn't miss the shift in attitude and he found it oddly invigorating. Why miss an opportunity to irk the boy further? That did it. It couldn't be described in words how much Grimmjow's patronizing smirk got to him. Damn the consequences.
'Shut up! This isn't over yet Grimmjow!' With unexpected speed, he drew his sword and slashed at the Arrancar who easily blocked the strike with his own weapon. Even though he loved fighting and a part of him was ecstatic, Ichigo's insubordination got on his nerves. Maybe he was going to kill the boy after all. There were plenty of other humans who would be much better substitutes.
'You're forgetting your place human! I think it's time for another lesson.'
With the upmost ease he pushed Ichigo's blade out of the way, leaving the wielder open. Ichigo had a second to look surprised before Grimmjow's sword hilt connected with his skull followed by a knee in the gut. While he was gasping for breath, the hollow closed his fingers around the Shinigami's neck and flung him to the ground. Ichigo didn't have time to come back to his senses before the stronger man kicked him hard and he was sent flying across the alleyway into the street like a ragdoll.
Loud thuds filled the silence as Ichigo bounced off the pavement similarly to a basketball. Grimmjow followed at a leisurely pace but kept his distance from the huffing male. He looked down at him with a calm calculating expression. Blood was running down Ichigo's cheek and chin, forming a pool.
He locked eyes with the searing brown ones. He liked what he saw.
Well Thank You for the read! Hope I didn't let you down...(personally i found this chapter maddening! Keeping Grimmjow's psycho attitude while adding a spark to the combination is freaking IMPOSSIBLE!)
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