Revive Me

I don’t know why I exist, but it’s enough that I do. Farther back than my memory goes I’ve been fightin’. I became a Hollow—I must not a’ been ready to move on. Kept my consciousness and became an Adjuchas. Always fighting to stay alive, I’ll live forever. And living has always hurt.

I didn’t want motherfuckin’ Aizen’s help to become a Vastolord, I don’t need the bastard now. I hate, I boil, I burn, I rage when he lords over me, when he forces me to my knees with his reiatsu. Why is he king?! Why? Luck of the draw bein’ born before me.

So I get a little angry.

So I take it out on other people.

That fuckin’ Ulquiorra not finishin’ his job. I went to take care of it. A chance to kill somebody and show up that little ass kisser, that’s what I figured. ‘Cept, that’s when I met that little bitch Kurosaki Ichigo. He screwed things up.

He’s a fuckin’ firecracker and a fuckin’ smartass. I didn’t expect to find a Shinigami like him. Who would? Bright orange hair and a baby’s brown eyes. I expected him to crumble in fear, I expected ‘em all to do that. Then I hit that bitch he was with, and those brandy eyes were aflame. Racin’ at me, tryin’ to kill me with his Shikai. Sexy as fuck. Dumb as fuck too, but that ain’t his fault. I’m the sexta Espada.

There’s somethin’ else in his eyes too, though. Like…Like determination, but more. It was like lookin’ at death, and I wanted him. Looking at him made livin’ hurt less. I wanted to conquer death. I kicked his ass, ‘a course. I was thinkin’ less and less of him, until that move, that Getsuga Tenshou. The one that scarred me. That was death, and I liked the taste of it.

I like flirtin’ with danger, playin’ with fire, an’ that’s what that lithe little bastard was. I wanted to play with him some more. I felt somethin’ crawlin’ out of him and I was fuckin’ excited to see what it would be, but I didn’t get the chance.

I decided to make the chance. The red death, the little rotten strawberry. Every time a close my eyes I see his, narrowed and simmerin’, but empty. He fights like he’s got nothin’ to lose and nothin’ to gain. How like a Shinigami not to appreciate life. I’ll take him and make him live whether he likes it or not.

I fought him, pinned him and held him down on the ground. But I saw those serious eyes again, noticed his heavy breath. He hadn’t been fighting me that hard, and now I knew why. Oh fuck. Heat pooled in my crotch like fire and I nearly crush him with my body and kiss. My hands grip those orange strands, and his hands are running through my hair like a lover’s. Amazing.

His mouth ain’t enough to taste, so I suck on his neck, hard. I bite and drag my teeth over his sensitive skin, drawing blood. His skin is cold against my hot chest, and his nails scrape desperately at my back, just screaming “virgin.” I’m only turned on more as the pain bleeds out of me. I need to set him on fire.

I tear away his clothes and start trailing wet, crude kisses down his chest and abdomen. God, he’s only fifteen? His body’s making me smolder, thin but still muscled, delicate but strong. I lick the curve of his abs and trail down. I don’t give him any time to think about it; I tear away his pants and take his cock in my mouth. Normally I don’t bother with shit like that, but the way that Kurosaki is moaning and arching that body of his makes it so fucking worth it. I’m seconds away from coming in my pants because he’s so fucking, ugh, hot as he’s moaning so helplessly. Any worries that he might be a frozen fuck are gone. I swirl my tongue around his dick and suck, bobbing my head up and down. I tease his slit with the tip of my tongue, and I wonder whether or not he’s ever even had a blowjob before. He sounds like he’s losing control, so I pull away and look at his eyes. I lick the underside of his cock, staring right at him.

“Enjoying yourself, whore?” I ask him, almost smirking. I can’t help but taunt him. Virgin. His eyes are lighter now, and lusty.

“Shut up,” he gasps out just before I take him in my mouth again. He even tastes good. Clean. He shudders and moans in a long, drawn out way, so I stop sucking his cock with a wet pop. If he thinks he gets to come this early he’s got a big fuckin’ surprise on the way. He groans in disappointment when I stop and it makes me grin darkly. The more sounds he makes the more the fire in my belly feels good instead of horrible.

“Stop being so selfish Kurosaki,” I tell him, and grab his shoulders and flip him over. He doesn’t complain. The way he looks at me, the way he feels when I touch his skin, it feels like something’s building inside him. Beyond the obvious. It’s a miracle I can tell at all because mostly I just want to rail as fast as possible. He grips at the ground, and surprisingly enough the dark little bitch seems to be shivering in excitement. It makes something in me wind up happily, and happy ain’t usually somethin’ I feel.

I lay down on top of him and he shudders again. It feels like lightning is stabbing through our skin, and it’s hot, he’s so beautiful and smooth. But he’s also cold, he’s ripping my warmth from me like ice. I didn’t expect him to be like this.

I press against him, and I hear him muttering “shit” over and over again as I push. I get inside, just a little, yes. He doesn’t feel so goddamn cold anymore. I feel like somethin’ is… goddamn, I don’t know. And he’s so, so tight it’s unbelievable.

“Fuck,” I growl, “I knew you were a tight ass but this is ridiculous,” I thrust in and this strange Shinigami, this boy, grabs my wrist and holds onto it for dear life. Is he afraid? I smirk a little and I thrust, and he makes a choking noise. One more push and I’m in, and that frozen feeling is gone, he’s gripping me so hotly and is everything I hoped it would feel like, like fucking a goddamn firecracker.

I start pulling in and out, laying on top of him and supporting myself with one hand while he holds the other. He makes little gasps and noises every time I get in him a little more, and it makes me chuckle. He can’t have much pride at all while I’m fuckin’ him, and he is a virgin. Must hurt. He ain’t the sissiest virgin I’ve fucked though, cause he ain’t screamin’.

I start pumpin into him faster and it’s feeling hotter, wetter, more like sex. He’s probably bleedin’, but fuck it, it’s makin’ things easier for me. But he’s feelin’ more desperate, like he can’t take it and draws my arm underneath him to try and resist each thrust. C’mon kid. Deal with it, take it Ichigo. I know you can handle it.
There’s a shadow in my chest when I think that he’s freakin’ out. So what do I do? I start fucking him harder. I can’t help it, and I know if I can just find the right spot he’ll be fine.
I thrust and he moans, and I think I’ve found it. I don’t try and aim for anywhere else, and it doesn’t matter cause I can hardly focus anymore. He feels hot and slick around me, and I don’t even think he knows that he’s pressin’ and fuckin’ me back, clenching and putting me in heaven.

He falls onto my arm, gasping, and then he takes my fingers and starts licking and sucking them, taking them all into his mouth.

“Fuuuck,” I groan. It’s so fucking hot, I can’t believe he’s doin’ it. It’s sweet relief. I lift myself up and start slamming into him in earnest riding him like I’ll die if I don’t, an’ shit, I feel like if I don’t keep fucking him I will. He shouts and it’s makin me smug, cause I know I’m a goddamn good lay. I still can’t get over how slutty and good he is, suckin’ on my fingers. Mmm, mmm, nnn. I pant, and he’s making those delicious fucking noises again. “Fuck you’re good, fuck, fuck,” I tell him with a growl.

He stops sucking on my fingers, and then blows me away.

“H…harder Grimmjow,” he dares me, his voice like iron. Holy shit. I take both hands and grab his hips like a vice, and fuck him as hard as I can. Hot, fast, striking up my abdomen like pure light. Ichigo writhes underneath me and moans. “Sonuvabitch! Ah! Ah!” No, no, shit, I can’t come yet. I want to so bad, he’s so alive but I need more, more more more, now. His fingers and toes curl, and his back finally seems to have some heat. He starts to gasp. “Grimmjow?” He asks. Fucking, fuck, fuck, and then he keens and cries out, moving underneath me like love, like life. Strawberry, so beautiful.

My hands bruise his hips, and I’ve thrust inside him like a demon. I spasm, coming, and then fall on him, shooting inside him two, three times. Oh shit, shit, yes. I fall on him and jerk a few more times, groaning. Heaven on earth. Joy.

Holy fuck. I’m breathing hard and sweating. My chest is slick with it, and it’s dripping down my nose. Kurosaki’s bright orange strands are right in front of me, thick with sweat, and gorgeous. His skin has more color than it did earlier. I touch his hair softly, almost worshipfully. It seems to glow. There’s nothin’ like it in Las noches.

“Kurosaki,” I say quietly. His cheek is resting against the ground, and his hands are still. “Kurosaki,” I growl more insistently, and shake his shoulder. I check his eyes, and they’re closed. Fuck. He passed out? …motherfuckin’ virgins.

…Damn I’m good.

Still feeling like I’m floatin’, I get to my knees and pull out of him. There’s blood and come smeared along his thighs and I sneer. I ain’t cleanin’ it up, and I ain’t takin’ care of the Shinigami. I pull on my clothes, never mind the sweat and the stains. I got plenty more clothes.

I look back down at naked Kurosaki. His face looks more innocent and intense than it ever did before. ...I need that look. I want that face so badly. I need the blazing hair and the noises, and I need to fight him. I need to conquer death again.

So I shove aside my pride for a second, it’s not like anybody will fuckin’ know. I use the inside of my pants to clean his thighs, for the most part. I’m not gonna get water and scrub it like his mommy but I’m not a complete asshole all of the time. I dress him, and I’m glad I’m so tired, cause it gives me a great view of his body and if I had any more energy I’d be fuckin’ him again, unconscious or not. His ass and hips drive me wild, and his thighs, fuck, I need to stop thinking about them.

I take the redhead and throw him over my shoulder, and he’s too light. He should eat more.

I know where he lives. Big fuckin’ deal, I watched him for a little while. I jump onto the outside window ledge, duck and enter his room. The whole house is dark, and his real body is there on his bed. I lay him down in it, and look at him. In this light he’s fragile looking again, cold. It makes me uncomfortable and I cross my arms.

Hmph. …I know I’m goin’ to hurt once I leave. I don’t know why it’s gone away around him or why it’ll come back. But I know it will. I hate the fucker.

I adjust my jacket and sneer. It’s not bein’ sissy. I’m just willin’ to help the kid out cause he looks so cold.

I sit down next to him and pull him into my arms. It’s like a weight has been removed from my lungs. I smell his hair, I touch his face, his abdomen. I try and quiet my breath, even though it’s not like I’m doin anything wrong. Kurosaki starts getting this stupid smile on his face while I’m stroking his abdomen. But he starts to shift and mutter, trying to talk. It’s annoying.

“Shut up, Kurosaki,” I tell him. And he does. He grabs onto my jacket with one hand and hums a little before curling up and staying quiet. I’m feeling uncomfortably nice. I shudder. It’s too fucking gooey for me. If anyone knew I’d never live it down. …I take my sweet time settin’ him on the bed.

I get up, but I stop before I leave. I still want him.

I remember his friends. The way the redhead watches him, how the one with the Glasses analyzes him, the short little bitch bossin’ him around, and I find myself blazing with jealousy. I don’t even know if they want him, I don’t even know why, but, fuck, he’s mine. It’s not like anybody else has ever made him feel the way I did. He better not even fucking think about finding out if they can. If I have anything to say about it, nobody else is ever gonna touch the redhead.

I draw my sword and move aside his shirt. He’s mine, and he’ll know it.