Yeah I'm a freak

The way you pop it and drop it

All over me

No, I don't want you to stop it

Yeah, I'm a freak

Baby, I can't lie

When you move like that

I've got a one track mind

I'm not fuckin' around when I say I had every intention of killing Kurosaki right there. Right fucking there under that street lamp where he looked so delicious it made my mouth water. It wasn't fair, that damn bastard, looking like that. How the hell was I supposed to keep my thoughts straight when just seeing him leaning up against that small brick wall had my cock pulsing and my thoughts swimming? It was straight up, grade A bullshit. But I'd be a lying son of a bitch if I said I wasn't getting addicted to it.

Why I told him to leave and go home is something that still eludes me but never fails to continuously piss me off. It's like those mountain-loads of 'what if' questions people ask themselves after they fuck something up. And that's what every encounter with Kurosaki was: one big fuck up on my part. But hey, I guess at that point I'd already started a trend and didn't really feel like turning back, you know? Damn, I can be so stupid.

I went back to the motel that night after I sent him packing; that damn look in his eyes right before he turned to leave stuck with me as my own bored holes in the worn-out, popcorn ceiling. He'd looked so dejected, so utterly taken aback that I hadn't continued doing whatever the hell I was doing to him. Why'd he get like that? Why'd he care? Why the fuck wasn't he smart enough to get away from me?

And that's when I grit my teeth and turned onto my side, simultaneously punching the shit out of the mattress, but we all know how that goes. It was unsatisfying to say the least. Then again, maybe I'm a minority considering I much prefer my punches to carry a bit of a crunch behind them. Well fuck, now I'm getting off topic. It made me angry as hell to think that some shred of myself wanted Kurosaki to wise up to me, to realize I was bad news and leave. After all, I wanted to kill him. And it was confusing as hell too because at the same time I wanted to watch him some more, see what different expressions he could make. Or what sounds he could make. Yeah, I didn't feel like I was done with him yet. Maybe that was it.

In the least, it was another theory.

I sighed, rubbing my hands over my eyes in exhasperation. I should be asleep. It was around 3:00am after all, and I consider myself a night-owl but even Psychos gotta get their beauty rest, feel me? Flipping sides again I tried shutting my eyes just in time for my cell phone to light up the room like some kind of beacon, and buzz around obnoxiously on the sheet. Well, who the fuck was that?

~Did I fuck up?

Kurosaki.

Did he fuck up? What the hell did that even mean? I clenched my teeth, a low growl of annoyance leaving my lips as I stared blankly at the device. And that was really annoying, you know that? Being at a loss for words I mean. Another sigh. I really needed to sleep, to get this asshole out of my head. Then again, apparently I was in his too. Not. Good.

But like I said, I wasn't done with Kurosaki. I couldn't be. And that small, pansy ass part of my brain that wanted to tell him to stay the fuck away needed to get a grip and smell the coffee. Kurosaki was mine now and there was no way he'd get out of it alive. That was my game. It was what kept me free from all the bullshit I watched happen around me. People could pretend all they want, but I knew who I was, and nobody was going to change that about me.

~Go to sleep, Strawberry. S'past yer bedtime, na?

I smirked. Just imagining the scowl on his face was almost sufficient enough for me.

~You're such an asshole.

Damn, he replies quick. But even as I thought that to myself I was already typing back. Funny. Ironic. Moronic. Nah, all of the above.

~You get all hot an' bothered fer assholes often, Berry?

Oh, the money I would pay to see his face right now. He probably didn't think I noticed how his fingers trembled lightly against my chest when I got close to him, or how his breathing hitched when my teeth grazed his neck. Yeah, this guy wanted me like a junkie wanted their fix.

~Fuck you. Night.

And I swear, I'd never thought about fucking a guy so much as I did right then. This bastard didn't know the kind of implications his words had, did he? Nah, he didn't. Because if he had had even an inkling of knowing what he was getting involved in there's no way in hell he'd be texting me at 3am. Then again that was just a guess. Maybe he was just as fucked up as I was. Now wouldn't that be a hysterical coincidence.

The door to my room opens then, but not before that annoying fucking buzzer goes off, which never fails to startle the shit out of me. I still don't know what the point of it is. To alert me? Let me know the door's gonna open as if it opening wasn't enough of a signal? Or maybe over the past three years I'd just grown a bit too cynical, but excuse the ever loving fuck out of me for finding some way to pass the time when all I had to do was sit and stare at a wall for seventy percent of my day. Oh, maybe that's why it was opening. That other thirty percent was doing a whole lot of bullshit. Only good thing about it was I got to stretch my arms.

See, in solitary you gotta learn to base all yer bodily functions off of their time schedule. Can't walk, eat, or even piss if it ain't on the schedule at that moment. And believe me, I tested them on that. Anyways, once a week they let you get a little bit of excercise so your muscles didn't entirely atrophied in confinement. Another fantastic piece of irony, seeings how the orderlies who had to take me out would rather I wither away into fucking dust in this room. They hated me. Then again, most people did. Not my fault though. People just don't like to hear the truth.

Starrk's the one who walked in. And I know the assholes around here are getting at least a little smarter because he's the only guy in the whole building that I actually have any respect for. Something about him. Dunno what. Maybe it's how laid back he is. Seems like he just wants to lay down and take a nap every time I see him; and hey, working in a giant asylum like this I don't blame him. Or maybe it's because he wears a suede cord necklace with wolves canine teeth strung all along the front. It looks sick as fuck. I'm not that deep of a guy when it comes to opinions like that, so what.

"Afternoon, Jaegerjaquez." I squint, cocking my head to the side quickly to crack my neck. It's been a while since I've heard any talking and everything seems so much louder. It's all annoying to me; and the fact that I can barely tolerate room-level speaking is reason enough for me to get even more pissed off. Starrk looks exactly the same as he did the last time I saw him, and I'm pretty shitty at telling time anymore but it had to be a good chunk of weeks ago. His brown, wavy hair still sits on his shoulders, and his grey eyes still look disinterested as all hell.

"S'that what time a'day it is?" I retort, cocking an eyebrow in his direction. Maybe at one point I would have smirked, put more fight behind my words, but lately I just haven't been giving a shit. Three years, you know. Damn, it's a long time.

"Glad to see your spirit hasn't dwindled-" A pause. "-though I can't say the same for your biceps." And I could have sworn there was a minuscule smirk on that fucker's face. Did I say I liked him? Scratch that. Low fucking blow.

"Tch. Get this piece of shit jacket off'a me an' we'll see who'd ends up on their ass." Ah, there is it. Talking about fighting always manages to bring a little fire to my eyes and I can't help but grin at the image. How long has it been since I punched something? Since I felt blood on my finger tips? Too damn long- then again, really that was my end-game comment for everything I enjoyed. It'd all been just too long.

"You go right ahead. I won't be the one with a needle in my arm at the end of it." He raised a brow at me, which almost seemed like he was waiting for me to call him out on some bullshit. Thing was, no matter how much it pissed me off, I knew he was right. I sighed heavily in irritation, leaning my head back up against the wall. I could tell Starrk wasn't the kinda guy to add insult to injury, but even he wasn't relaxed around me enough to take any potentially violent comment I made with a grain of salt. Which was good, for him I guess. Not to mention it made me wanna smirk a bit. No matter how long they keep me locked up I'll always be considered a threat, huh? I liked the sound of that.

"Hell with it." My eyes slid shut. Just thinking about exerting any energy had a bittersweet feeling coursing through me. Talking was tiring enough anymore. Walking was a damn chore. Which really was fucking aggravating because at one point I probably would've been able to run circles around half the staff in here. "-can't off ya anyways. It'd only tack on years that I ain't plannin' on spendin' in here." I yawned, rolling my shoulders against the annoying restraint of the jacket I'd never quite gotten used to.

"Right. I'd forgotten your plans of being released. Good behavior, was it?" There was that amusement on his face again. Fuck, I really hated this guy. Respect? Fine, sure. I'll toss the guy a bone or two for not being a complete fucking prick. But like him? Not when he had that smug look on his face that I couldn't wipe off.

"Damn right. S'far as I'm concerned I'm a fuckin' model citizen. Now get this shit off'a me, huh? I gotta piss." And surprisingly, Starrk chuckled at my comment, walking over to me, though he hesitated a few steps back. Yeah, like I said it'd been a good chunk of weeks since I'd seen the guy. He was wary of coming too close to me without anyone else in the room. I didn't blame him.

"Now, Grimmjow. Don't try anything and we'll be solid. Got it?" I narrowed my eyes, wanting to smirk in a way I hadn't done in years. Instead, I decided to cock a brow at him, my foot beginning to tap at the padded floorimpatiently.

"M' I allowed t' try an' piss once ya take this thing off? Or do ya think I'm a complete fuckin' moron?" That should have been answer enough for him, in my opinion at least. And thank fuck for me, it seemed to be. My bladder felt like the damn Pacific Ocean and that ain't even an exaggeration. He sighed, nodding to himself slightly as he seemed to come to some sort of internal conclusion. After closing the distance between us, I manneuvered well enough for him to unclasp the series of cloth belts that held this vice together. When it fell away and I was only left with too-long sleeves that covered over the tips of my fingers I couldn't help but grin, extending my arms and ripping that stupid fuckin' thing off as fast as I could. Starrk tensed at my sudden movement, even though through the small window of the door I could see two more orderlies on standby. And god damn, people gotta stop acting like I'm lying when I say something. I don't lie. People lie. They lie about themselves, about the shit around them. Not me. I don't play that shit. I live exactly how I was meant to, honesty and all. 'Sides who the fuck did I have to lie for? Ain't trying to impress shit as far as I'm concerned.

"If you ever get outta here, Jaegerjaquez," he chuckled a bit, shaking his head as his arm hooked under mine to help me stand. Fuck I hated that. I wanted to shrug him off, tell him I could stand without his help. But, sad and pathetic truth be told, I knew it'd be a struggle. Still, that didn't meant I had to like it. Starrk must've known that about me, then again it wasn't hard to see I gotta complex, because he didn't look at me while he pulled me up, just finished what he was gonna say. "I better not ever see you again, got it?" That made me almost laugh. Who'da thought this guy would actually like me enough to hope I didn't fuck up my freedom. At least, that was how I interpreted it. And let me just say I think I'm fucking great at reading people. They hardly ever catch me off guard. Except...

A day or two had passed since I'd talked to Kurosaki. And as much as I hated it, I felt anxious. Fuck this guy. I thought. Fuck. This. Guy. Why the hell did I wanna see him anyways? Kill him? Oh yeah, still gotta do that. Anyways, I was smoking outside on the balcony of some other motel not too far off from where I'd first met him when my phone rang. I pursed my lips. Nobody calls me unless they want something and lately I hadn't been feeling generous. It seemed like every minute that passed by just made me angrier and angrier and for the life of me I couldn't put my finger on it. I sighed, pulling the buzzing device out of my pocket and couldn't help the eye roll that followed at seeing the caller ID. Kurosaki. Of course. Speak of the damn devil, huh?

"Miss me, Berry?" I answered in an already amused tone, and maybe my voice was lower than normal, but I wasn't paying much attention. I heard Kurosaki scoff on the other line, he did that a lot. It was like when he didn't have a good enough comeback that sound just came out. I thought it was funny to see him get so worked up so quickly.

"Fuck off," he began, and my brow raised.

"I would, see. But I got this testy red-head that called. Kid's really givin' me a hard time, y'know?" Now there was a full-blown grin on my face.

"Just-!" There was an aggravated sigh from his end. "...Just nevermind, I'll call someone else." Someone else? What the hell kind of phone call was this? Immediately the amusement dropped from my voice.

"Oi. Now way yer ass is callin' me jus' t' hang up. The fuck did ya want?" Maybe I sounded pissed, maybe I didn't.

"I-..." He hesitated. This guy obviously didn't get how conversations are supposed to work when you call someone. "My car broke down." Huh.

"Yeah?" It was more along the lines of a 'so what', but I guess Kurosaki thought I was in some state of disbelief or something.

"Yeah, and it's hot as hell outside today and-" I cut him off.

"Need a ride, Strawberry?" He was silent for a moment, no doubt scowling at my nickname.

"If you come get me... I don't know I'll... buy you lunch or somethin'." The ending seemed rushed, as if he were realizing how that sounded to say to me. I wanted to laugh. Typical people. Wanting something but feeling embarrassed to ask for it.

"Good I'm fuckin' starvin'. Yer car couldn'ta gone t' shit at a better time."

"I should've called someone else." His tone was lighter now, playful almost. See Kurosaki had a pretty good sense of humor on him when I wasn't making fun of his name. Sad part is that's the part I liked to tease the most. But it can't be helped. I liked seeing him scowl just as much as I liked seeing him smile.

...Fuck that sounded mushy. Forget it. Fuck his smile.

And didn't the implication of fucking that sexy mouth of his bring a whole new light to the subject.

"Yeah, yeah. Well ya got shitty life preservation skills, what else is there t' say." I said it nonchalantly enough that he didn't question my comment, but I didn't doubt that he'd at least been tripped up by it. "Where are ya?" Luckily the guy wasn't far away, and it didn't take long for me to get to him.

I rolled up to the side of road he was on, my baby blue pickup truck coming to a park as I rolled down the window, smirking. Kurosaki was leaning up against the hood of his car, wearing light blue denim jeans that had rips across the front and a white v-neck that clung to his torso in a way that should be illegal. God damn, this kid was playing with fire and he didn't even know it.

"How much ya charge?" I called out to him as he came up to the door, swinging it open and climbing inside with ease. The fact that he was so willing to get in a car with me didn't escape my notice. Then again, much to my aggravation I guessed I hadn't really done much to make him scared yet.

"Are you always a giant dick?" He buckled his seat belt, fingers running through messy orange tresses that were slightly slick with sweat. Call it creepy but the way that fluid ran down over the slight indent of his temple and clung to his jawline for dear life... I couldn't help but stare.

"Dunno. But I've always had one that's fer damn sure." A blush crept onto Kurosaki's cheek as he punched me in the arm. I laughed, pulling away from the curb and heading towards the nearest Diner. I really was hungry as fuck. We pulled into the parking lot and maybe I should've left his blushing alone. But I didn't wanna, feel me? Too good of an opportunity to pass up. I had to park around the back, which was a convenience to me at this time, who would have thought too many people in the front lot would ever come in handy? With a smirk I turned my eyes towards Kurosaki as I switched off the ignition, he seemed like he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Ya always blush like that, don'tcha?" I reached my hand out slowly, only because I didn't wanna startle the guy, and ran my thumb over his cheek. My eyes were on his, watching for any reaction I could get. That's all I wanted, after all. He tried to swat my hand away but I grabbed his wrist.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole." His eyes fell to the floor, I leaned over closer to him, getting all up in his personal space. Good thing I'd unbuckled my seatbelt a few seconds before or it would have been a bit difficult. But see, the best part of my truck is, it's pretty old so there's no hassle with a center console. Just smooth black leather. I licked my lips. Kurosaki brought out my predator instincts in a flash. And who could blame me? It was his fault for looking so vulnerable after all.

"Can ya make me?" It was a challenge, yeah. But I wanted him to look up at me. I wanted to see that fire in his eyes. That fight. Maybe that's why Kurosaki was startin' to seem like a drug to me. He had passion behind those chocolate eyes of his. A look that said he was gonna live through it all. And oh, how I wanted to crush that between my fingers. He looked up at me, slightly apprehensive due to my close proximity, but I didn't care. I'd been closer to him. He'd liked it when I was. So who said I couldn't push the envelope a bit?

"I thought you were hungry." He raised a brow, and a part of me resented the fact that it was a mimic of a habit I'd had for years. Licking my lips, I moved my hold on his wrist back to his face, tracing along his jaw before gripping the back of his neck. My face moved closer to his before tilting so that my lips were just beside his ear, hot breath wafting over the skin. It must've been a sensitive area for him too because the second I spoke, I felt him shudder.

"I'm starvin', Ichigo." My voice was deeper than usual, but I'd already learned that's how Kurosaki liked it best. When I spoke his name it felt like my lips and tongue were touchin' each syllable. Dunno, guess it's weird to think of it like that but since when did I give a damn about how shit sounded? Right, that'd be never.

His lips parted as my tongue outlined the shell of his ear and I could tell he was fighting between the instinct to tilt his head back and enjoy, and the logic of realizing we were in a public parking lot and were supposed to be getting food. I didn't give a shit what his internal dilemmas were, truth be told I was tired of wondering what he felt like. My lips moved to the soft lobe, teeth grazing along it before sliding back to face him, our lips hovering just centimeters apart. He gulped, a slight flush blooming across the bridge of his nose. That was a habit of his, blushing in situations like this. I could tell he fucking hated it with every bit of his guts but I liked seeing the fruits of my actions appear on his face like that. I wanted to see what other faces he could make too.

We were so close- I was so close to just kissing the bastard but for some reason I held out a bit. Maybe it was because I've never really been the kissing kinda guy. Sure, I guess it's nice. Ain't bad or anything. But there was just something about it I was never really sold on. Maybe it was because my lips couldn't make me cum, but more than that it just felt closer for some stupid reason. Funny, huh? That making out with someone could seem more intimate to me than fucking? But well, i'd long since forgone pointing out the differences between myself and the sheep around me. Point was, I wanted to push Kurosaki as far as I could.

"No smart ass comment?" I husked, our breath mingling with each others. My hand trailed down his neck, brushing along the curve of his collar bone until my nails slid along his shoulder. He gasped then, body jerking slightly. Shoulders, huh? I could work with that.

"Bastard... What the hell are you doin'..." It wasn't a question. I knew that. In fact it seemed the sentence was more so stated towards himself. Whether it was inquiring on what I was doing to him or what he was doing allowing himself to be in this position with me, I wasn't sure. Then again, not like I really gave two shits about the answer. I raked my nails back up over the his shoulder, harder this time, and even through the cloth of his shirt I watched him bite his lip to hold back a sound. Oh fuck no. No way in hell that was flying.

I brought my mouth to his, melding our lips together. I wasn't too patient of a guy after all, and I'd had enough waiting. Not to mention, truth be told, I was actually pretty fucking hungry. My hand fell to his waist just as Kurosaki returned the pressure. He was kissing me back now and I couldn't help but grip his hip, tugging him forward though he made no motion to move. It was damn inconvenient doing this side by side in the front seat of a truck, and the sooner he got his ass closer to me the better. I gripped him more firmly, fingers hooking into his belt loops.

"C'mere." He seemed confused, like he was unable to think in that moment, and the second I'd broken the contact of our mouths he was leaning closer like he didn't want it to stop. I liked that. I liked how expressive he was.

"Wh-..." His brows furrowed as I turned my attention to his neck, letting my tongue trail a line of fire down to his jugular. "Where-?" He finally got out his question and I was almost too preoccupied to answer. The taste of Kurosaki's skin seemed to explode on my tongue and I couldn't help sinking my teeth into the fragile flesh there. Not too hard, yet. Couldn't afford to scare him away. But it was enough to let him know there'd be more.

"My lap, fucknuts." Maybe not the most romantic thing. But hell, I'd never claimed to be fucking Romeo. And where the hell did he think I meant? Out the damn door? Tch. His blush darkened, fingers deftly working to un-click his seat belt. Why he still had it on in the first place was beyond me but hey, I hadn't really been paying much attention to shit like that.

"Asshole-" It seemed like he'd wanted it to start out as an insult, though seeing what could only possibly be ridiculous amounts of lust in my eyes, it ended ended a bit more breathy for his taste. My lips were parted as I watched him maneuver in his seat, scooting over to me as he tried to swing his leg over my hips to face me. It seemed kinda hard in jeans but he managed, and I wasted no time in gripping those sexy hips and pulling him back down to my mouth.

"Hn..." He sighed, biting my lip in response to the action, and right then a jolt coursed through me, shooting straight for my dick. I liked it when I got some fight back- No scratch that, I fucking loved it. And I wanted more from him.

"I like a biter." It was spoken in a low tone, the baritone in my chest reverberating in the space between us as I rolled my hips up into Kurosaki's. His hands flew to my shoulders, gripping the fabric of my shirt as he tried to hold back a groan from slipping against his lips. It was really gonna piss me off if he kept trying to hold back in front of me.

With a bit more aggression, I rocked against him, fingers holding his hips in a vice that undoubtedly threatened a bruise later but I didn't care. All I could think about what tasting more of him, hearing and seeing more of him. This fucker had unknowingly weaseled his way into that of an obsession for me. I didn't like denying when I wanted shit. It just put a damper on my whole life philosophy. So there was no mistake when I said I'd lay everything that made up Ichigo Kurosaki out in front of me. I'd see and taste it all before I watched the light fade from those irritatingly addicting brown eyes of his. Yeah, he'd be the best I'd ever had. I could feel it already, and not just because my dick was getting hard as a rock with the sounds he was making.

"Grimm.. Nn, we're..." He was trying to talk. I gathered that much. But I wasn't really keen on conversation at the moment. I was, however, hell bent on ensuring I marked his neck up nice and good. Anybody else that saw him would know he'd been accounted for. I couldn't help but groan though, I thought my name was already pretty damn sexy, but when Kurosaki said it like that... Shit, I felt my cock throb.

"Hn?" It was an offhanded questioning sound as my right hand left his hip, smoothing over his lower abdomen until I felt the distinct bulge in his jeans that now eagerly ground back against me. Dry fucking like this was all well and good but- I didn't wanna make him cum without touching him first, see. I gripped him through the denim, growling in satisfaction that he was just as hard as I was, and moved my fingers to his buttons. Unfortunately, his hand flew down to stop me, and he pulled back, shaking his head like he was trying to come out of a daze.

"We're- in a fuckin' parking lot you idiot!" He didn't sound as mad as he was trying to, and despite the hold he had on my hand, it didn't stop me from squeezing his length in my grip, causing his lips to fall open and a moan to shamelessly slip from them.

"The back parkin' lot..." I nipped along his jaw. "With tinted windows..." Sucked his lower lip into my mouth before biting down slightly. "An' yer hard as fuck." Though that made me smirk. "Unless yer sayin' we should go inside like this?" My hand moved over him again and Kurosaki tilted his head back, reaching up to wipe a thing sheen of sweat from his brow.

"Nn fuck... I can't... think with you doin' that..." Why did he try to resist so much? Just let it go. Finally, I managed to get his button unhooked and his zipper down, slipping my fingers beneath the restricting material to grip his heated, turgid length. Bringing it out from his pants I groaned at the sight of him. His cock was swollen, and I swore I could feel it pulsing in my touch as his hips undulated into my hand.

"Quit tryin' then, hm?" Stroking him caused the most delicious sounds to leave Kurosaki's mouth. So fucking hot, I thought. Too damn hot for his own good. I captured his lips again, inhaling every small sound he made before I got fed up with him trying to keep them from me. My thumb pressed hard into his slit, gathering the small amount of clear fluid that had begun leaking from him. Moving it to the underside of his head, I stroked the area I knew would be sensitive as hell. "-I don't remember tellin' ya t' hold back, Kurosaki." A smirk. "Didn't think you were that kinda guy." My hand moved more deliberately over him, stroking from base to tip. "Lemme hear ya." And fucking music to my ears, he did.

"Hah, shit... Shit, s'good..!" He was panting now, and my cock ached against my jeans.

"Nn, that's what I like t' hear." I moved my hand that was still gripping his hip, moving to entangle fingers in that mass of blaring orange silk, and pulled his face to mine. I wanted to look into his eyes. I wanted to see that glaze of pleasure clouding his vision. And I wanted him to see nobody else but me when I finally made him cum.

"You...Nn, Take off... Hahh." Fucking Christ, Kurosaki was one of those guys that couldn't multi-task when it came to shit like this. Then again, it wasn't like I was gonna stop what I was doing. He'd just have to adjust.

"What was that?" I stroked him harder, nails raking over his shoulder blade as my eyes fleetingly fell to the reddened skin on his neck. My grin was in full force as I stared between his face as his throat, I wanted to bite him harder, sink my teeth into that perfect skin and taste him on my tongue. The desire was so strong I almost forgot I'd asked him a question.

"Yours... I- I wanna..." And then he seemed to get as irritated with himself for not being able to speak coherently as I was, because he just stopped trying. Instead, his hands roamed over my chest as I pumped him, eyes never leaving his even though they were devouring my body. I felt his fingers slide up under my shirt, roaming over the definition in my abs. They kept going up until they hit my nipples and I'd never pegged Kurosaki for a bold kinda guy when it came to this shit but the bastard rolled them between his fingertips and damn I couldn't stand my dick not being touched anymore. I bucked into him, and by now he'd positioned himself slightly tilted into my hand so my cock rocked against his ass. I couldn't remember the last time I'd wanted anyone as bad I wanted this guy.

Once he was done touching me there, his hands were on the move again, not stopping until they were unbuckling my jeans. I felt the pressure ease slightly as my zipper slipped down in bursts. Seemed like Kurosaki was just as impatient as me, so he was a bit clumsy yanking it down. He tugged at the denim, reaching in, and there was a simultaneous groan when he finally touched me.

"Oh, fuck..." I couldn't help it, I stroked him faster, harder. And as I noticed the windows were starting to fog up a bit I realized just how lewd he was starting to sound.

"Nn..." His hand stroked the length of me. Fingers curling around my shaft so different than my own would and yet all I could do was throw my head back, eyebrows knitting together. He was good at this- fuck he was really good at this. "Shit... you're big." And I looked up just in time to see his blush return. How he managed to feel embarrassed at this point was beyond me, but I wasn't stopping for questions.

"Heh, didn't I tell ya?" With a growl I sat up further, removing my hand from the throbbing flesh, and the whine Kurosaki let out subsequently almost had me blowing my load right there. I wanted to get off, and I knew he did too. But if it took him as long as it did to touch me, I wondered how he'd feel if he touched himself at the same time. There was no way I was letting his fucking miracle hand stop, after all.

"Grip yer cock with mine in yer hand, Ichigo." I purred into his ear, my tongue trailing the shell just as I'd done earlier. He shuddered, though there was slight hesitation. "Come on. Now." And the last bit of my voice held a bit more dominance than usual. At first I'd wonder how he'd take to it. After all I didn't know his previous sexual escapades. I didn't know if he preferred to be the dominant one. But what was my mantra for that day? I couldn't really give two shits.

He finally complied, shifting his hips to put him even closer to me if that were even possible, as as soon as he wrapped his fingers around both of us his head tilted back. Even from this angle though, I could see the flush. But this was the kinda shit I really got off on. I wanted to see people abandon their bullshit inhibitions. To do what they really wanted and give in to the temptations they ignored. Kurosaki liked this. He liked how it felt. So there should be nothing holding him back.

"That's right..." My hands went around him, clutching onto his shoulder blades and digging my nails into them. I bucked against his hand and groaned into his ear. Kurosaki closed his eyes and that was good because all I wanted him to focus on was me. "Ya like that? Fuck ya feel nice against my dick..."

"Hah, shit... Nn." I hadn't really expected much of a reply, but the slight falter in his stroking motion told me my voice was getting to him. That's what I wanted to see, for Kurosaki to go over the edge and have fucking wet dreams about my voice. I didn't give a shit how it sounded. I'd make sure he wouldn't be able to get me out of his head.

"C'mon, Ichigo. I want'cha t' cum fer me." He gasped, groaning louder as his hand sped up. He was making me so damn close. That look on his face, how his brows were knitted up and his eyes were scrunched close. Like he was in agonizing pleasure. He was gonna come undone right before my eyes and I'd drink in the look on his face and the sounds from his lips.

"Gri- hahh... Nn." Oh fuck, if he said my name I didn't know how much longer I'd last.

"Say it." I grazed my teeth against his pulse point. "Say my fuckin' name while ya stroke that hard cock." Unable to control myself any longer- or perhaps I'd just gotten sick of waiting, I let my teeth sink into his throat. I heard his shock, the gasp in his voice. Surely his heartbeat skipped, as alarm set into his body, warning him of the dangers of giving a predator access to one of his vital points. But, all Kurosaki had been doin', it seemed, was surprising me.

He groaned louder than I'd heard him yet, hips moving frantically with my own. He was so close, and I was right on his heels. A neck and neck race both of us were desperate to finish and yet hesitant to have end. His mouth hung open shamelessly and I felt him stiffen against me as his free hand tangled up into my shirt.

"Grim- hahh, Grimmjow! Ahh!"

I've never cum so fucking hard in my life.

A/N: w I hope you all enjoyed the smut, because you're in for angst next~