Drabbles, Oneshots, Requests and Moar.
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,619
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Getting What You Want
“Ichi-gooo,” Grimmjow said tauntingly from the redhead teen’s window. Ichigo’s head snapped up from his homework to look at the Espada and a smirk spread across his face.
“What is it, jackass?” Ichigo asked and leaned back in his chair.
“What kinda fuckin’ welcome is that?” Grimmjow asked and stepped inside. “I even brought ya somethin’ sweet, but if you’re gonna be a bitch about it…” Ichigo scowled and stood up.
“Don’t fuck with me about sugar!”
“Oh, that’s right…You really, really like candy, don’t you…” The Espada held up his bag tauntingly. Ichigo just crossed his arms and kept glaring.
“Really, really like candy… And oh, look at this shit. Strawberry flavored!” Grimmjow exclaimed in mocking surprise, and put a bright red sucker in his mouth. Another scowl from the Shinigami across from him. “Mm, mmm, so…good,” the Arrancar said to himself, licking lewdly at the lollipop. Finally, Ichigo lunged at him.
“Cut it out!” He said angrily. Grimmjow kept him at bay with one arm on his chest.
“Gotta earn it, punk!” He said and shoved the sucker back in his mouth.
“Fine, fine, how!” Grimmjow just dropped his arm and gave the teen an appraising look. The redhead gave an exasperated sigh, but moved forward to wrap his arms around the blue-haired Espada, and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Grimmjow took out his sucker to kiss him back, sliding his tongue in next to his. The longer the kiss lasted the closer they pushed together, growing warmer and struggling for breath. When Ichigo wanted to pull from the kiss, Grimmjow wouldn’t let him, and the little sounds they made increased. When the teen finally pulled away he rested his head against Grimmjow’s chest, taking slow, heavy breaths.
“Hey, Ichigo… ” Grimmjow said deeply, leaning his mouth down close to Ichigo’s ear.
“…Yeah?” He asked softly. The Espada tightened his grip around him.
“…You’re a faggot.”
“What?!” Ichigo asked in outrage while the Arrancar grinned.
“What? You totally are. You almost fucking swooned with that shit. Besides, you think I’m givin’ you this candy for a kiss? You think I was shoving that sucker in my mouth like that for shits’n’giggles?” He asked and pantomimed what he wanted with the sucker. Ichigo punched him.
“You asshole! You think I’m gonna suck your dick for a bag of candy!?”
“Agh, what the hell!” Grimmjow said, and punched Ichigo back. This started another series of kicks and punches, and before long Grimmjow’s sucker had gone flying, broken into little pieces, and the boys were wrestling and growling on the floor.
“A blowjob is hardly nothing!” Grimm protested and tried to get Ichigo into a headlock.
“That makes me a hooker! And I am not a hooker or your dick sucker, especially not for a dollar bag of candy!” The teen grunted and grabbed Grimmjow’s arm to throw him over his head. The Espada landed heavily, but grabbed Ichigo’s arm to slam the teen into the ground beside him. Ichigo grabbed his arm to sling him across his hip.
“I woulda wanted one anyway!” The Espada shouted and dragged Ichigo back to the ground.
“Don’t act so entitled!” More wrestling and harsh insults followed, including slurs on character and comments about poor sexual performance, which elicited hard elbows to the gut and more swearing. Finally they twisted until Ichigo sat on Grimmjow’s back pretzel style, the Espada’s arms looped and trapped in Ichigo’s legs while they also kept Grimmjow’s head down.
“Son of a—how did you even manage this?!” Grimmjow asked while his legs flopped ungracefully in struggle.
“Technically there’s a way out of it,” Ichigo told the Arrancar smugly, “but you aren’t flexible enough to do it without hurting yourself.” Ichigo reached for the bag of candy and pulled out a sucker. Grimmjow growled as Ichigo put the candy in his mouth. “Y’know what the worst part of it is?”
“How much you’re fucking enjoying this, you arrogant little prick,” Grimm muttered. The redhead took the sucker out of his mouth with a loud pop.
“Nah. It’s the sucker. It’s, y’know…” Ichigo leaned his head down. “Blueberry,” he finished, and put it back in his mouth. Grimmjow paused, still as death. Then he began struggling even more violently and let out the most impressive string of curses Ichigo had ever heard, even considering Grimmjow’s normal horrible language.
“Get off you goddamn motherfucker cuntboxcumdumping--! Get off, get off!” More wriggling and unrelated cusses.
“You really want that blowjob don’t you, asshole?”
“You haven’t even gone near my crotch with your mouth! You’re such a fucking tease!”
“I don’t think that qualifies as teasing,” Ichigo said skeptically. “Here,” he stuck a strawberry sucker into the Arrancar’s mouth. “Shut up and suck on that.”
“Comawn! I eben tribbed by chit for you, dyammit!” Grimmjow said angrily through his sucker. Ichigo paused.
“…Did you just say what I thought you said?”
“Yeth!”
“…Really?”
“YETH!”
“…Then I’ll think about it for tomorrow.” Grimmjow grinned smugly, and Ichigo elbowed him in the head one last time, hiding his own smirk.
“What is it, jackass?” Ichigo asked and leaned back in his chair.
“What kinda fuckin’ welcome is that?” Grimmjow asked and stepped inside. “I even brought ya somethin’ sweet, but if you’re gonna be a bitch about it…” Ichigo scowled and stood up.
“Don’t fuck with me about sugar!”
“Oh, that’s right…You really, really like candy, don’t you…” The Espada held up his bag tauntingly. Ichigo just crossed his arms and kept glaring.
“Really, really like candy… And oh, look at this shit. Strawberry flavored!” Grimmjow exclaimed in mocking surprise, and put a bright red sucker in his mouth. Another scowl from the Shinigami across from him. “Mm, mmm, so…good,” the Arrancar said to himself, licking lewdly at the lollipop. Finally, Ichigo lunged at him.
“Cut it out!” He said angrily. Grimmjow kept him at bay with one arm on his chest.
“Gotta earn it, punk!” He said and shoved the sucker back in his mouth.
“Fine, fine, how!” Grimmjow just dropped his arm and gave the teen an appraising look. The redhead gave an exasperated sigh, but moved forward to wrap his arms around the blue-haired Espada, and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Grimmjow took out his sucker to kiss him back, sliding his tongue in next to his. The longer the kiss lasted the closer they pushed together, growing warmer and struggling for breath. When Ichigo wanted to pull from the kiss, Grimmjow wouldn’t let him, and the little sounds they made increased. When the teen finally pulled away he rested his head against Grimmjow’s chest, taking slow, heavy breaths.
“Hey, Ichigo… ” Grimmjow said deeply, leaning his mouth down close to Ichigo’s ear.
“…Yeah?” He asked softly. The Espada tightened his grip around him.
“…You’re a faggot.”
“What?!” Ichigo asked in outrage while the Arrancar grinned.
“What? You totally are. You almost fucking swooned with that shit. Besides, you think I’m givin’ you this candy for a kiss? You think I was shoving that sucker in my mouth like that for shits’n’giggles?” He asked and pantomimed what he wanted with the sucker. Ichigo punched him.
“You asshole! You think I’m gonna suck your dick for a bag of candy!?”
“Agh, what the hell!” Grimmjow said, and punched Ichigo back. This started another series of kicks and punches, and before long Grimmjow’s sucker had gone flying, broken into little pieces, and the boys were wrestling and growling on the floor.
“A blowjob is hardly nothing!” Grimm protested and tried to get Ichigo into a headlock.
“That makes me a hooker! And I am not a hooker or your dick sucker, especially not for a dollar bag of candy!” The teen grunted and grabbed Grimmjow’s arm to throw him over his head. The Espada landed heavily, but grabbed Ichigo’s arm to slam the teen into the ground beside him. Ichigo grabbed his arm to sling him across his hip.
“I woulda wanted one anyway!” The Espada shouted and dragged Ichigo back to the ground.
“Don’t act so entitled!” More wrestling and harsh insults followed, including slurs on character and comments about poor sexual performance, which elicited hard elbows to the gut and more swearing. Finally they twisted until Ichigo sat on Grimmjow’s back pretzel style, the Espada’s arms looped and trapped in Ichigo’s legs while they also kept Grimmjow’s head down.
“Son of a—how did you even manage this?!” Grimmjow asked while his legs flopped ungracefully in struggle.
“Technically there’s a way out of it,” Ichigo told the Arrancar smugly, “but you aren’t flexible enough to do it without hurting yourself.” Ichigo reached for the bag of candy and pulled out a sucker. Grimmjow growled as Ichigo put the candy in his mouth. “Y’know what the worst part of it is?”
“How much you’re fucking enjoying this, you arrogant little prick,” Grimm muttered. The redhead took the sucker out of his mouth with a loud pop.
“Nah. It’s the sucker. It’s, y’know…” Ichigo leaned his head down. “Blueberry,” he finished, and put it back in his mouth. Grimmjow paused, still as death. Then he began struggling even more violently and let out the most impressive string of curses Ichigo had ever heard, even considering Grimmjow’s normal horrible language.
“Get off you goddamn motherfucker cuntboxcumdumping--! Get off, get off!” More wriggling and unrelated cusses.
“You really want that blowjob don’t you, asshole?”
“You haven’t even gone near my crotch with your mouth! You’re such a fucking tease!”
“I don’t think that qualifies as teasing,” Ichigo said skeptically. “Here,” he stuck a strawberry sucker into the Arrancar’s mouth. “Shut up and suck on that.”
“Comawn! I eben tribbed by chit for you, dyammit!” Grimmjow said angrily through his sucker. Ichigo paused.
“…Did you just say what I thought you said?”
“Yeth!”
“…Really?”
“YETH!”
“…Then I’ll think about it for tomorrow.” Grimmjow grinned smugly, and Ichigo elbowed him in the head one last time, hiding his own smirk.