Doomed From the Start
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,311
Reviews:
5
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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.
Vessel
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Vessel
Theme #6: Curiosity
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Despite the fact that she would be all too easy to access, Grimmjow convinced himself to keep away from her room as much as possible. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to burst into the room and fill the halls with her moans of ecstasy, because god knew he already had a hard enough time suppressing that thought on his own. It was just simply because the very thought of what Aizen might do to him if he tainted the girl scared him, even if he would never admit to it.
If he did have to be near her, whether it was because of a gathering by Aizen or if he just passed her in the hallway, he would only give her a quick glance, and maybe if he was in the mood for it, he’d make a short (and usually rude) comment. Either way though, he kept his contact with her as short as possible, to prevent himself from gaining any more lecherous ideas than he already had in his mind.
By avoiding contact with her, Grimmjow was able to keep his mind off of her, which kept him out of too much trouble with Aizen, since he was already constantly getting himself in hot water for often disobeying his orders. However, on one particular day, everything that Grimmjow tried to ignore became all too difficult.
He was minding his own business, while walking down the hall, when he saw a head peek out of the girl’s room. He raised an eyebrow, but continued to walk down the hall.
“Grimmjow?” she called out.
“What the hell do you want?” Grimmjow asked as he turned around. “If you want something, ask Ulquiorra, not me.”
“Can you just come in my room for a second?” Orihime requested in a small voice. He knew he should have just ignored her and kept walking down the hall, but he cursed to himself as he found himself walking into her room. Gritting his teeth, he looked over at the girl.
“This better be fuckin’ good.” Grimmjow grumbled. “I’ve got better stuff I need to do.”
“Why is it that you don’t come to visit me anymore?” Orihime asked. Giving her a weird look, Grimmjow was caught off guard. Now this he didn’t have time for.
“Because babysitting you is Ulquiorra’s job, not mine.” Grimmjow sneered. “Now if this is all you want, I’ll be on my way.”
“Wait.” Orihime said as she grabbed one of Grimmjow’s hands. “Answer one more question for me…please?”
At this point, Grimmjow knew that he should have vacated the premises immediately, but his curiosity got the best of him. He stopped, but didn’t bother turning around.
“Fine. Only one question though.” Grimmjow replied.
“Why is it that you look at me differently, compared to everyone else?” Orihime asked as she let go of his hand. Keeping his back turned, Grimmjow widened his eyes slightly. Were his expressions that obvious, or was the girl just exceptional when it came to reading people? Quickly erasing the shocked look off of his face, Grimmjow turned his head slightly to glare at the girl.
“What the hell are ya tryin’ to imply?” Grimmjow responded as he narrowed his eyes. Orihime walked in front of Grimmjow and looked up at his face. He looked down at her with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, but when Orihime lifted an arm to touch his face, his expression softened just slightly.
“Like this.” Orihime commented as she tilted his head down. “It’s almost as if…you want me.”
Orihime looked at him in what Grimmjow thought might be a coy look, and everything that he tried to ignore before became impossible at that point. Putting a hand on her chin, Grimmjow moved his face closer to hers and quickly ravaged her mouth with his tongue.
Putting an arm around his neck, Orihime continued to make out with him as she took a couple of steps backward and locked the door with her free hand. Afterwards, she placed her hand on his abdomen and traced the pattern of his muscles as she slowly moved her hand up across his chest. Finally, she removed her arm from the back of Grimmjow’s neck, so that she could use both hands to pull his jacket off of his shoulders.
Grimmjow broke away from the kiss so that he could shrug his jacket off and let it drop onto to the floor. But once he was free of his garment, his lips were immediately back on hers as he struggled to undo the mini-jacket of Orihime’s outfit. After a couple moments of him fumbling with the garment, Orihime finally just unlatched it for him and took it off herself.
Next, she quickly switched positions with him before she roughly pushed Grimmjow back against the wall. Grimmjow was so caught off guard by the girl’s sudden aggressiveness, that he didn’t even notice her hand slowly snaking down his body, until she slipped her hand past his hakama and made her presence well known on his hard cock.
Startled by her touch, Grimmjow threw his head back against the wall and groaned quietly. Taking advantage of his distracted state, Orihime gently pushed him down until he was sitting on the floor. As she straddled him on the ground, Grimmjow came back to his senses as he put his hands behind her and unzipped her dress. Pushing the material down her shoulders, he scowled at the presence of her bra. Not wanting to bother with it, he just simply grabbed the front of it and ripped it apart. Running his tongue down her neck, he reached with one hand to find and message one of her erect nipples. Moving his tongue down her body, he finally reached the other nipple. Shifting his mouth over her breast, his tongue moved all around her tit, making it just as hard as the other. After a while, Grimmjow moved his spare hand down to the small of her back to push the dress down past her ass. Changing her position slightly, Orihime slid the rest of the dress off her body, all while Grimmjow continued to ravage her breasts.
While it would be a lie to say that Orihime wasn’t enjoying it immensely, she didn’t like that he was starting to be in control of the situation. So when Grimmjow moved his mouth away, Orihime pushed his body back against the floor. After getting over the initial shock of the action, Grimmjow looked up at her with another confused look.
“Orihime…what the hell-” Grimmjow tried to ask, as he was still not used to the aggression she was showing in the encounter. Before he could complete the question, Orihime shifted her crotch to rub against his clothed erection, causing him to moan again. She rocked against him a couple of times before finally moving away to pull off his pants. Grabbing onto his member, she looked up at his face as she positioned her tongue and licked up the shaft in one slow motion.
“Quit…fuckin’ teasing me, woman.” Grimmjow growled as he struggled to keep his gaze on her. Giving him a small smile, she crawled over his body and met him in another lustful kiss as she positioned herself over him. Grabbing onto his cock, she put him within her, causing her to gasp. Looking into her eyes, which expressed pain, Grimmjow figured that despite her seemingly complete personality change, it must have been her first time. Giving a cocky smirk, he switched their positions and sheathed himself the rest of the way in her.
“Maybe next time you can be on top.” Grimmjow whispered in her ear, the condescending tone in his voice evident, before moving out slowly and pushing in again. Seeing that she was a little more comfortable with him in her, he quickened the pace a little, eliciting a few moans from Orihime. Looking upon her flushed face, Grimmjow continued his pace, relieved that he finally had control in their encounter. Before he could get too confident though, he felt himself being pushed to the side.
Reclaiming her position on top of him, Orihime pushed herself down on him, before moving her hips back up his length. She then dipped back down again, squeezing herself tighter around his cock this time. Snapping his eyes shut, Grimmjow let out a groan, letting Orihime know that whatever she was doing was making him feel real good. With that information, she hastened her pace, causing Grimmjow to move a hand on her hip to keep her in place.
Sensing that climax was approaching, he pulled down on Orihime’s hair to capture her lips to muffle his final groan before he jerked his body forward to release his cum within her and let himself fall back against the floor. After a few moments, Orihime lifted herself from him, but hovered her face above his to kiss him one final time. She then stood back up and gathered all of her clothing (or rather, what was still wearable), and put it all back on. She looked over at Grimmjow, who had just pulled his hakama back on, who was also looking at Orihime, although he still had a hint of confusion in his expression.
“I’m going to defeat Aizen.” Orihime finally spoke. Grimmjow blinked, but didn’t say anything as she continued. “I know I can’t defeat him alone though. If you want to finally be free, join me and you can be the king in my crusade.”
“Let me guess…you tried this on Ulquiorra already…didn’t you? But it didn’t work, because he probably pushed you away when you first started to come onto him, right?” Grimmjow asked. When she didn’t respond, he gave a small, bitter laugh. “But then, there was me. Unlike Ulquiorra, I actually have a dick, and well, the curiosity got the best of me. You know, I think you have this evil bitch thing down already.”
“If you join me, maybe next time you can actually make me orgasm.” Orihime said with a shrug and turned to leave the room. Standing in absolute stupor for a minute, Grimmjow noted that she DEFINITELY had the evil bitch thing down. Gritting his teeth, he ran after her.
“Like hell I’m going to let it end at that.” Grimmjow muttered.
What was worse? Serving under a man that he despised with every fiber of his body or serving the girl that had hurt his pride so badly? Grimmjow wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter, because the idea of being the king in her reign was truly appealing and he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow any other fucker that chance.
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“They tell us what we can and cannot do
Same thing we’ve heard a hundred times before
When I put you inside of me
None of that matters anymore”
“Vessel” – Nine Inch Nails
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Author Comments
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For those of you going "WTF? Orihime was the TOP?!": I got tired of seeing the same set up in most GrimmHime fics (including my own) where Grimmjow is so damned abusive/forceful in smex fics, so I decided to toy with the idea of Orihime kind of shifting to the dark side, and in turn being the one on top. Also, I figured I'd let Grimmjow angst for once, as Orihime was doing pretty much all the angsting at that point. Oh, and the idea was cracktastic enough for me to have a shot at it.
The idea was well received on fanfiction.net and on my LJ, so I will be doing a sequel to this theme sometime in the future. There’s a reason why I only used part of the lyrics from the song in this theme. ;D
I swear, I’ll write a happy romance story one of these days just to put everyone in a cardiac arrest from shock. Although knowing how my writing turns out, it would still probably accidentally become rather melancholy. Or just plain cracked out.
Vessel
Theme #6: Curiosity
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Despite the fact that she would be all too easy to access, Grimmjow convinced himself to keep away from her room as much as possible. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to burst into the room and fill the halls with her moans of ecstasy, because god knew he already had a hard enough time suppressing that thought on his own. It was just simply because the very thought of what Aizen might do to him if he tainted the girl scared him, even if he would never admit to it.
If he did have to be near her, whether it was because of a gathering by Aizen or if he just passed her in the hallway, he would only give her a quick glance, and maybe if he was in the mood for it, he’d make a short (and usually rude) comment. Either way though, he kept his contact with her as short as possible, to prevent himself from gaining any more lecherous ideas than he already had in his mind.
By avoiding contact with her, Grimmjow was able to keep his mind off of her, which kept him out of too much trouble with Aizen, since he was already constantly getting himself in hot water for often disobeying his orders. However, on one particular day, everything that Grimmjow tried to ignore became all too difficult.
He was minding his own business, while walking down the hall, when he saw a head peek out of the girl’s room. He raised an eyebrow, but continued to walk down the hall.
“Grimmjow?” she called out.
“What the hell do you want?” Grimmjow asked as he turned around. “If you want something, ask Ulquiorra, not me.”
“Can you just come in my room for a second?” Orihime requested in a small voice. He knew he should have just ignored her and kept walking down the hall, but he cursed to himself as he found himself walking into her room. Gritting his teeth, he looked over at the girl.
“This better be fuckin’ good.” Grimmjow grumbled. “I’ve got better stuff I need to do.”
“Why is it that you don’t come to visit me anymore?” Orihime asked. Giving her a weird look, Grimmjow was caught off guard. Now this he didn’t have time for.
“Because babysitting you is Ulquiorra’s job, not mine.” Grimmjow sneered. “Now if this is all you want, I’ll be on my way.”
“Wait.” Orihime said as she grabbed one of Grimmjow’s hands. “Answer one more question for me…please?”
At this point, Grimmjow knew that he should have vacated the premises immediately, but his curiosity got the best of him. He stopped, but didn’t bother turning around.
“Fine. Only one question though.” Grimmjow replied.
“Why is it that you look at me differently, compared to everyone else?” Orihime asked as she let go of his hand. Keeping his back turned, Grimmjow widened his eyes slightly. Were his expressions that obvious, or was the girl just exceptional when it came to reading people? Quickly erasing the shocked look off of his face, Grimmjow turned his head slightly to glare at the girl.
“What the hell are ya tryin’ to imply?” Grimmjow responded as he narrowed his eyes. Orihime walked in front of Grimmjow and looked up at his face. He looked down at her with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, but when Orihime lifted an arm to touch his face, his expression softened just slightly.
“Like this.” Orihime commented as she tilted his head down. “It’s almost as if…you want me.”
Orihime looked at him in what Grimmjow thought might be a coy look, and everything that he tried to ignore before became impossible at that point. Putting a hand on her chin, Grimmjow moved his face closer to hers and quickly ravaged her mouth with his tongue.
Putting an arm around his neck, Orihime continued to make out with him as she took a couple of steps backward and locked the door with her free hand. Afterwards, she placed her hand on his abdomen and traced the pattern of his muscles as she slowly moved her hand up across his chest. Finally, she removed her arm from the back of Grimmjow’s neck, so that she could use both hands to pull his jacket off of his shoulders.
Grimmjow broke away from the kiss so that he could shrug his jacket off and let it drop onto to the floor. But once he was free of his garment, his lips were immediately back on hers as he struggled to undo the mini-jacket of Orihime’s outfit. After a couple moments of him fumbling with the garment, Orihime finally just unlatched it for him and took it off herself.
Next, she quickly switched positions with him before she roughly pushed Grimmjow back against the wall. Grimmjow was so caught off guard by the girl’s sudden aggressiveness, that he didn’t even notice her hand slowly snaking down his body, until she slipped her hand past his hakama and made her presence well known on his hard cock.
Startled by her touch, Grimmjow threw his head back against the wall and groaned quietly. Taking advantage of his distracted state, Orihime gently pushed him down until he was sitting on the floor. As she straddled him on the ground, Grimmjow came back to his senses as he put his hands behind her and unzipped her dress. Pushing the material down her shoulders, he scowled at the presence of her bra. Not wanting to bother with it, he just simply grabbed the front of it and ripped it apart. Running his tongue down her neck, he reached with one hand to find and message one of her erect nipples. Moving his tongue down her body, he finally reached the other nipple. Shifting his mouth over her breast, his tongue moved all around her tit, making it just as hard as the other. After a while, Grimmjow moved his spare hand down to the small of her back to push the dress down past her ass. Changing her position slightly, Orihime slid the rest of the dress off her body, all while Grimmjow continued to ravage her breasts.
While it would be a lie to say that Orihime wasn’t enjoying it immensely, she didn’t like that he was starting to be in control of the situation. So when Grimmjow moved his mouth away, Orihime pushed his body back against the floor. After getting over the initial shock of the action, Grimmjow looked up at her with another confused look.
“Orihime…what the hell-” Grimmjow tried to ask, as he was still not used to the aggression she was showing in the encounter. Before he could complete the question, Orihime shifted her crotch to rub against his clothed erection, causing him to moan again. She rocked against him a couple of times before finally moving away to pull off his pants. Grabbing onto his member, she looked up at his face as she positioned her tongue and licked up the shaft in one slow motion.
“Quit…fuckin’ teasing me, woman.” Grimmjow growled as he struggled to keep his gaze on her. Giving him a small smile, she crawled over his body and met him in another lustful kiss as she positioned herself over him. Grabbing onto his cock, she put him within her, causing her to gasp. Looking into her eyes, which expressed pain, Grimmjow figured that despite her seemingly complete personality change, it must have been her first time. Giving a cocky smirk, he switched their positions and sheathed himself the rest of the way in her.
“Maybe next time you can be on top.” Grimmjow whispered in her ear, the condescending tone in his voice evident, before moving out slowly and pushing in again. Seeing that she was a little more comfortable with him in her, he quickened the pace a little, eliciting a few moans from Orihime. Looking upon her flushed face, Grimmjow continued his pace, relieved that he finally had control in their encounter. Before he could get too confident though, he felt himself being pushed to the side.
Reclaiming her position on top of him, Orihime pushed herself down on him, before moving her hips back up his length. She then dipped back down again, squeezing herself tighter around his cock this time. Snapping his eyes shut, Grimmjow let out a groan, letting Orihime know that whatever she was doing was making him feel real good. With that information, she hastened her pace, causing Grimmjow to move a hand on her hip to keep her in place.
Sensing that climax was approaching, he pulled down on Orihime’s hair to capture her lips to muffle his final groan before he jerked his body forward to release his cum within her and let himself fall back against the floor. After a few moments, Orihime lifted herself from him, but hovered her face above his to kiss him one final time. She then stood back up and gathered all of her clothing (or rather, what was still wearable), and put it all back on. She looked over at Grimmjow, who had just pulled his hakama back on, who was also looking at Orihime, although he still had a hint of confusion in his expression.
“I’m going to defeat Aizen.” Orihime finally spoke. Grimmjow blinked, but didn’t say anything as she continued. “I know I can’t defeat him alone though. If you want to finally be free, join me and you can be the king in my crusade.”
“Let me guess…you tried this on Ulquiorra already…didn’t you? But it didn’t work, because he probably pushed you away when you first started to come onto him, right?” Grimmjow asked. When she didn’t respond, he gave a small, bitter laugh. “But then, there was me. Unlike Ulquiorra, I actually have a dick, and well, the curiosity got the best of me. You know, I think you have this evil bitch thing down already.”
“If you join me, maybe next time you can actually make me orgasm.” Orihime said with a shrug and turned to leave the room. Standing in absolute stupor for a minute, Grimmjow noted that she DEFINITELY had the evil bitch thing down. Gritting his teeth, he ran after her.
“Like hell I’m going to let it end at that.” Grimmjow muttered.
What was worse? Serving under a man that he despised with every fiber of his body or serving the girl that had hurt his pride so badly? Grimmjow wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter, because the idea of being the king in her reign was truly appealing and he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow any other fucker that chance.
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“They tell us what we can and cannot do
Same thing we’ve heard a hundred times before
When I put you inside of me
None of that matters anymore”
“Vessel” – Nine Inch Nails
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Author Comments
----------
For those of you going "WTF? Orihime was the TOP?!": I got tired of seeing the same set up in most GrimmHime fics (including my own) where Grimmjow is so damned abusive/forceful in smex fics, so I decided to toy with the idea of Orihime kind of shifting to the dark side, and in turn being the one on top. Also, I figured I'd let Grimmjow angst for once, as Orihime was doing pretty much all the angsting at that point. Oh, and the idea was cracktastic enough for me to have a shot at it.
The idea was well received on fanfiction.net and on my LJ, so I will be doing a sequel to this theme sometime in the future. There’s a reason why I only used part of the lyrics from the song in this theme. ;D
I swear, I’ll write a happy romance story one of these days just to put everyone in a cardiac arrest from shock. Although knowing how my writing turns out, it would still probably accidentally become rather melancholy. Or just plain cracked out.