Superiore Dieci

TITLE: The Perfect Battle
PAIRING: Grimmjow Jeagerjaques x Ichigo Kurosaki
WARNINGS: Rimming, Fingering, Blowjobs (sort of a half and half), anal sex, general PWP, though it has some introspection on Grimm's part.
PREMISE: Battling Ichigo has gotten confusing, as Grimmjow begins to question his true feelings towards the boy. Finally, in a devious plan, he goes to confront the teenager, and dominate him.

A/N: Ugh, this is crap. Sorry I didn't put it up yesterday, but...Whatever, hope ya enjoy. Funny story, by the way. I was taking care of a neighbor's kid (I live in this apartment complex, where everyone is like, super close). I was typing this up on my laptop, and the kid (he's, like, 10) asked to read it. I half wanted to let him, but I didn't.
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When had it ever started? These...feelings, if so aptly put. Whenever he saw the orange-haired brat, he felt his usual surge of blood lust (it would be just plain wrong if he didn't), but he also felt...

Damn, well, protective. Not like he wanted to keep the boy from being hurt, but from anyone else hurting him. It was sick. He shouldn't care. But, he was conflicting with himself. His animal side, backed up with Pantera, urged that he protect the boy and take him as mate. His logical side said to simply kill the boy and be over with it. No more of these stupid feelings.
But he couldn't. He looked forward to fighting with the shinigami. Just killing him would totally defeat any tiny shred of purpose Grimmhjow had begun to establish. Defeat Ichigo. His goal.
But, with the him dead, the goal couldn't be met.

He could understand fighting, and one of them dying. But sneaking, and stabbing him in the back. The idea brought a cold lump of raw anger to rest in his stomach. No, he couldn't kill him. But he doubted he could stand to fight again. Not with his mind focused on...other potential battles.
Wait...
...

That was it. If he couldn't fight him head on (without jumping, and ravaging him senseless), and he couldn't kill him behind his back, he'd just jump him and ravage him senseless! It made perfect sense!
So, with a feral grin on his face, and a sense of expectant confidence, Grimmjow opened a Garganta to the Living World (Karakura town to be exact), and walked through.

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When Grimmjow had been hit with his fabulous epiphany, he didn't expect to wait...and wait he did. Ichigo had been in the establishment he'd heard people refer to as school since the Sexta gotten there. It was frustrating!
And it didn't help that his mind (Pantera was definitely helping) was contributing delicious thoughts of his prey all day.

Its not like he couldn't just break in, snatch his prize, and escape to fuck him into the sunset. But, that would probably end up in him getting skewered by zanpaktou, courtesy of his friends. They may have been weak by themselves, but together it was a whole other matter...unfortunately.
And he couldn't fuck his prey with swords poking through him like a porcupine's thorns, now could he.

So, with no other option, he made himself comfortable. And waited. And waited. And slept, but woke up again, and waited. Finally, finally! the final bell rang, and the object of his desires (that sounds SO cheesy) walked out, flanked by his usual group of lackeys (or, as he puts it, friends).
Carefully, he followed, masking his reiatsu as much as possible.
Well, he had to anyway, to avoid detection from Soul Society, but the dark-haired Quincy cast a look over his shoulder, eyes narrowed, as if he could sense something...

Creepy.

Nonetheless, he trailed behind, watching as almost all of Ichigo's friends walked home (except for the red-headed, tattoo covered one...he went to the Urahara Shoten). Excitement started to build; he could finally have his prey! That was, until, one of them followed Ichigo to his home, and went inside with him. The black-haired girl...Kuchiki Something-Or-Other.
Anger and possessiveness hit him like a cero.

No, NO, NO! This wasn't supposed to happen!
Were they dating? Were they FUCKING?!!? This wasn't how things were supposed to happen! He didn't want to rape the shinigami, he wanted a WILLING partner. But, all things said, there was no way in Hell Ichigo'd be willing if he had a girlfriend (emphasis on GIRL).
Well, he'd just have to settle for MAKING him want it. He could do that...
So, being the persistent bastard he was, he contented himself to wait...and wait...Damn, does this look familiar?
It didn't matter. He WOULD catch his prey, when they were alone, and do what he intended to do...no matter what. Fuck, he was getting hard...if that bitch didn't leave soon enough, he'd make her leave.
Or kill her...that would work too.
Then he could keep Ichigo.
Whore...

But as he waited, nothing between them happened. No kissing, groping, hugging, rough passionate sexing... Ichigo just did his homework. Rukia just sat around. They didn't even talk. And after a while, Rukia left.
Finally...
"...going to Urahara's..." "...train a bit..." "...probably gonna stay the night..."

He grinned savagely, a feeling of victory dancing in his mind. Excellent. But, another realization dawned on him. She probably slept at his house on a regular basis...
Fucking bitch.
Not like he cared or anything, no! This was just a one-time thing. Just to make sure Ichigo knew full well who was the alpha male. He was simply establishing dominance...
Of course.
That was it.

Anyway, with Rukia finally out of the picture, and that thought fueling his actions, he crept through the Shinigami's open window, into his bedroom. His prey remained unaware, focused completely on some stupid paper he was working on, ensuring that he was facing away from the window.
The espada worked to stifle a low chuckle. The teenager was so oblivious. It was kind of cute, actually.
Wait...what?!
No! Not cute!! It was disappointing, and totally unimpressive.
Yes...exactly. That.

Pushing thoughts of a cute Ichigo out of his head (because those thoughts led to images of him flushed, panting, and crying out a certain name), the arrancar crept up behind his prey. His steps were silent as he moved to he was simply a half and arms length away.
He leaned over, so his mouth was oh so close to Ichigo's ear.
"Boo," he growled, although it oddly came out sounding like, well, like a purr.

Whatever it sounded like, it worked. Ichigo cried out in shock, a jumped up, shoving the espada away. "W-what the Hell?" he snapped, whipping around to find out what frightened him so.
As soon as his eyes met Grimmjow's, he flinched and backed up, unfortunately giving him no where to escape. This movement simply made the espada's grin grow.
Ichigo scowled, brows furrowed, as he balled his hands up.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he bit out, crouching just lightly. Grimmjow chuckled, a menacing sound. "Well, I came here to defeat you." Ichigo tensed a bit. "Then draw your sword, I'm ready for whatever you've got!"
The espada's grin slipped into a sly smirk. "I would, but the battle I intend won't require Pantera, or Zangetsu."
His expression became slightly pensive. "Unless you're into blood play, but I'm sure we could use something smaller."
His smirk returned, and he slowly approached the confused Shinigami.
"And I also highly doubt you're ready for what I have in mind."
His arm moved quickly, and he wrapped a strong hand around Zangetsu's hilt, right below Ichigo's hand. He gripped it tightly, and pulled it from Ichigo's hand, flinging it somewhere behind him.
"What're you doing?" Ichigo snarled, angry at himself for letting go of his weapon. Grimmjow simply answered by pushing his prey flush against the wall, and holding the teenager's arms above his head.

They stood like that for a moment, Ichigo's eyes slightly wider than usual (1), and Grimmjow leaned so far forward their noses were barely touching. His tongue flicked out a little, the tip barely touching his prey's bottom lip (2). Finally, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips against his prey's.
The kiss was bruising and harsh as the arrancar's lips moved effortlessly.
Ichigo didn't react at first, simply going slack from the shock of it. And then he began to struggle.

He tried to pry his arms from the grip, and tried to pull his mouth from his captor's rather dominating kiss, which banged the back of his head against the wall. He thrashed and writhed against the large body pressed against him. Of course, all that did was earn a low, appreciative groan, and a more feverish espada.
And, if asked, he'd say that he in fact, did NOT shudder.
But, he continued to struggle, bucking to try and get Grimmjow off. Somehow, in the struggling, his leg fell in between the espada's. And, a sudden burst of pleasure, the blue-haired arrancar bit down on Ichigo's full lower lip.

The Shinigami went slack again.
Grimmjow pulled away to look at the state of the teenager. His eyes were far away, but his scowl was still in place. He looked thoughtful. The arrancar huffed a little...the teenager wasn't supposed to be thinking. It was supposed to be primal, and fast paced, and-
Fuck, he was doing that on purpose.
Ichigo had taken on a sly look, and was grinding his thigh against a rather excited part of Grimmjow's body. He groaned a little, earning another one of those (nonexistent) shudders. This made the espada grin. "You like that?" he purred, leaning so his lips barely brushed his prey's.
"You like hearing me...groan," he changed the last word, dragging it out, moaning it. Ichigo threw his head back, exposing his delicious neck. An invitation? Grimmjow didn't care; he pressed his mouth (and teeth, and tongue) to it anyway. Torturing it with skill, making his prey whimper (3) just so, a sound so quiet only he could hear it (and even then, he felt it more).

He pulled away again, and grabbed Ichigo's chin, turning his head down to they were eye to eye (4). He licked his lips, mentally cackling when his prey's eyes followed the slow motion. "You want me." The statement was simple, and earned an instant scowl. Grimmjow chuckled. "But you do," he purred.
His prey sighed, looked skyward, and then at the face in front of his. "I do...not like I can help it," he huffed, in an irritated tone.
The arrancar cocked his head, a little surprised. He hadn't expected the shinigami to admit it. "What about the black-haired one, your Kuchiki." Ichigo's eyebrow cocked a little, his lips struggling to stay in their scowl. Grimmjow saw the twitch, and growled.
Ichigo shook his head (an awkward movement, due to their proximity). "No, you idiot, I wouldn't ever get with her. Firstly, she's like an annoying sister. Secondly, she's a girl."
The espada nodded, and went in to kiss his prey again, but pulled away right before. "Wait, so you're gay?"

Ichigo made an exasperated noise, frowned even deeper, and moved forward, clamping his mouth around Grimmjow's lower lip. He bit, one firm movement, and then pulled away. "Does THAT answer your question?"
The arrancar's face broke into that savage grin. "Does it?" he whispered, earning another of those shivers (he was beginning to treasure them). He pulled away once more, dropping the shinigami's arms, and turning away. "I dunno, Kurosaki, I think I need more proof..."
He looked over his shoulder, before Ichigo shoved him onto the bed. He didn't have much time to do anything, before his prey was on top of him, mouth covering his. No...this wasn't good. HE needed to be on top. To, with a swift movement, they flipped, and he was on top of the teenager.

It was an awesome kiss, to say the least. As soon as he had the chance, his tongue was ravaging the younger's mouth. It flicked against the roof of Ichigo's mouth, the tip of his teeth, and curled around the other's tongue. This time around, the shinigami reacted, wrapping his arms around the espada's neck, and moving his lips in time. This made Grimmjow grin, and he responded by gripping the teenager's hips with bruising force, and pulling up, so their crotches made contact.
Needless to say, he was bit surprised to find the shinigami already half hard.
Of course, he himself was at attention, but he'd thought it would take a bit more persuasion. This lil' discovery made him grin.
Ichigo pulled away, a suspicious expression on his face. "Why are you smiling?" he muttered, frowning.
He was answered by a ripping sound as Grimmjow removed his t-shirt. It was tossed over the bed. "What was that?! That my favor-"
More kissing. More hot, passionate kissing. Then Ichigo pulled away (forcefully, because having the espada's extremely skillful tongue in one's mouth keeps it hard to pull away). "This isn't even fair," he hissed, though his voice hard turned deep, and a bit husky.

The arrancar studied his prey. Mussy hair, and flushed skin made him look delicious. His musings on how gorgeous the being beneath him was were interrupted by the sharp knock to the head.
"Ow, fuck, what was that for?" he hissed. Ichigo had slid from beneath him and was sitting up, arms crossed and his usual scowl decorating his face. "Strip," he growled, eyes narrowing a little. Grimmjow paused for a second (sexy Ichigo was sexy), then did as his prey told. His movements were slow, and languid, his lips pulled up in a positively devious grin.
In all honesty, it was one hundred percent strip tease.
Though, to give Ichigo credit, his face didn't change at all (even though a blush erupted and covered his face, and part of his neck). Finally, when Grimmjow had finished, he pushed the espada over once more. This time, his head fell off the bed, and he had an excellent upside down view of the shinigami's closet. Not much help when you wanted to fuck the kid.
He was going to sit up and let this be known, but he didn't even bother when a sinfully hot mouth covered just the ever tip of his penis (not even all the head), before pulling away. Then, Ichigo struck again, licking from his balls, along the underside, and up his head.
"Goddammit, don't be a fucking tease!!"
This earned a slight chuckle, and a soft puff of air right below the head. Grimmjow growled, and was about to sit up (once again), before Ichigo's mouth covered his penis.
Pleasure exploded and danced along his spine, and he groaned out loudly, arching his back a little.
Ichigo pulled away, and ran the tip of his index finger slowly along a nerve. "That feel good?" he purred (yeah, actually purred), before going down again.

He found a comfortable pace, humming slightly when calloused fingers weaved their way in his hair. He gently massaged the arrancar's balls, earning an appreciative groan from the other.
And, in an embarrassingly short amount of time, he came, and Ichigo milked him, pulling up and pumping his hand up and down until nothing was left. Then, he released, and pulled up, to wrap his arms around the Sexta's waist. "Well, shinigami, you're talented." The voice was lazy sounding. It made said shinigami's mouth turn up slightly. "Good to know," he replied, absentmindedly running his finger along the very edge of Grimmjow's hollow hole.
That earned a slight shiver from the espada. Interesting. He leaned over a bit, and slowly ran the very tip of his tongue along the very edge. "Dammit, Ichi, if you're gonna do that, just let me fuck ya," he groaned, sitting up. The teenager looked up, his scowl back in place.
"Because that wasn't your intention all along..." came the reply.
"Of course not."

Grimmjow then occupied himself with getting the (unreasonably tight) jeans off of the slim body, sliding them down, and tossing them somewhere else in the room. He didn't bother sliding the briefs down, choosing instead to ripping them off. "Whats with you and tearing things..." Ichigo mumbled, letting the espada flip him over.
The arrancar chuckled, and pressed his lips against the boy's neck.

They just laid like that. Comfortable...well, until Ichigo remembered HIS little problem. He squirmed a little, rutting against Grimmjow's leg. The espada chuckled. "Almost forgot about that," he murmured, lips still pressed against the boy skin. He moved his hand down to grip said 'problem'.
"Ughnn~," Ichigo bucked into the warm hand, throwing his head back.
"That feel good?" he purred, earning a weak and broken chuckle. "Uhnn, yeah," came the husky reply, and another buck.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" Grimmjow snarled, referring to the jerky movements. He moved his mouth up to the teenager's ear. "I'm going to dominate you," he purred, gently biting down on the boy's ear.
His tongue flicked lightly against the hollow behind his ear.
"Mmm, I'm gonna ravage you, again, and again, and again," he growled, squeezing in time with each 'again'. Ichigo cried out, and bucked again, sheets curled in his fingers. Then, the Sexta pulled away, sitting up. "Up, on your hands and knees," he stated, releasing the shinigami's cock, and emphasizing with a sharp swat on the ass.

Ichigo growled, but did as he told, turning over and pushing himself up, sticking his bum in the air. Grimmjow hummed in a appreciation, moving so he was in reach. With gentle movements, he gripped the boy's hip with one hand, and slowly stroked his perineum with the other, earning a quiet, muffled whimper.
"Heh, ya like that, don't ya," the espada murmured, earning a scoff, and an over the shoulder glare. "Ah, ya don't have to admit it," he added, leaning forward. Ichigo was about to reply, but was cut off when he felt familiar hands spread him, and a soft mouth kissing his entrance.
"W-what are you-" he broke off with (what he most vehemently denies) a desperate mewl, burying his face in the sheets. Grimmjow's tongue had entered somewhere he'd never expect a tongue to be, and was stroking something inside of him that sent delicious shock waves up his spine.
Yes, he'd experimented with guys, but just generally kissing (5). He didn't know this came in the package...and the arrancar's tongue was so talented, making just the right movements.
He found himself moaning, and crying out, embarrassingly enough. And, of course, just as he began to feel the tell-tale build up of heat, Grimmjow pulled out and away, stroking the boy's hips comfortingly.

"Not yet," he murmured, thrilled at the whimper he'd drawn from the shinigami. Ichigo just hmph'd, and replied with a husky "Then hurry the fuck up." Of course, that just made Grimmjow grin, but he did as the boy said, getting up on his knees to align his cock with his entrance.
"Wait aren't you going to lu- son of a bitch!" Ichigo broke off with some more rushed curses. The espada bit his lip, because, damn, the pain was intense. Not that it didn't feel great (because it did), but all the pleasure, and the heat, and- oh fucker, he was tensed.
"R-relax," he huffed, stroking Ichigo's sides in, what he hoped, was a relaxing manner. Whether it was or wasn't, it worked, and the shinigami eased his muscles. They sat like that for a moment, allowing themselves to adjust, until Ichigo thrust back with a demanding grunt.
The espada answered by pulling out, and thrusting in, enjoying the low moan he drew from the body beneath him. So, he continued his movements, easily pounding into the prostate, continuously speeding up. He let out a shaky chuckle when Ichigo wrapped his hand around his own cock, pumping in tandem with the thrusts. Grimmjow moved his hand to wrap around Ichigo's, so they were pumping together.
Finally, with a loud cry of Grimmjow's name, Ichigo came, tensing and pulling the espada along with him. He pulled out, and they both collapsed, the arrancar rolling over and pulling his new mate against his chest. "Mmm...you're mine..." he murmured, a tired tone taking to his voice. Ichigo nodded against his chest. "I guess I am."

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(1) Lol, because his eyes are usually so wide. No...that read stupid to me, but I couldn't really change it...so I didn't. :]
(2) Hmmm...Grimmjow is being so delicate. Not normal behavior.
(3) =O Ichigo whimpering?! What hath the world cometh to?!?!
(4) Yeah, I made them the same height. Got a problem with it?
(5) And a blowjob or two, but no one needs to know that.

Lol, this was crap. And it was late...sorry for not posting it sooner. But, whatever. I'll do better next time around. Hope everyone enjoyed it, and I'll post the next one (mmmmmm, Ichi and Bya) a.s.a.p.
So, catch see ya next time.