Un Accro

Thank you everyone who was kind enough to review, I really appreciate it. I also apologize that this chapter took so long to get out, even though it was already written. ^^;

I was procrastinating on editing the chapter to make sure that Grimmjow only has one arm during all of the scenes, because at this point, Orihime hasn't been brought to Hueco Mundo.

But finally, I sat down and just got it over with.

Um, to tell you the truth, sixty-nine is one of my turn offs. Why did I write it? It was really difficult. T_T

--Paper tiger--

Ichigo was disappointed that hollow activity was picking up again. Not a school day had gone by where one of his classes wasn’t interrupted, but Chad and Ishida had accosted him the first day and convinced him to let one of them take care of it, ‘just this once’ they promised. But from there they had worked out a schedule that let Ichigo keep a little bit of his sanity.

That disappointment paled in comparison to how he felt about how little time he had for sex now. In between hollows, homework and training to hold his transformation longer, he just didn’t have time for much else. Considering that for well over a decade he’d gone just fine without, he was surprised to find how much he was craving it. At this point he didn’t even really care with whom, just that he was getting some.

He’d tried planning a few nights to get together with Ishida, but something always came up, usually another hollow attack.

Not to mention he’d seen Grimmjow several times since the increase in hollow appearances. Which led to today, where the entire time he was at school, Ichigo had gone about his classes with the distinct impression that he was being watched. He kept fidgeting, looking out the window, half expecting to see teal colored hair and a maniacal grin.

He didn’t really think the Espada would show up at his school, but it wouldn’t really surprise him. For a split second Ichigo thought of Grimmjow showing up like Rukia or Renji, dressed in a uniform. Wouldn’t that be an experience?

Ichigo shook his head. No, Grimmjow liked to get him alone before fucking with him. Especially recently. The Espada had been showing up at random, not looking for a fight, or at least not a serious one, for almost a week, seemingly content to just follow Ichigo around.

Ichigo felt like a cat toy.

Grimmjow would sometimes pounce, bat him around and then leave him dazed and wondering what the hell had just happened. There didn’t seem to be any particular method to Grimmjow’s madness, and it was wreaking havoc with Ichigo’s nerves.

He tried to ignore the sensation of eyes boring through the back of his head, but math wasn’t proving to be much of a distraction. Luckily it was his last class of the day and hopefully he could go home and enjoy a hollow free night.

Of course the fates were against him.

“Ya know, Shinigami, I think I figured out what’s wrong with ya.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Can’t you find another hobby?” the teen complained. “Knitting, or stamp collecting or something?”

Grimmjow didn’t appear to hear him, but then again, he never did. The teal haired Espada had found him on a quiet street on his way home and now seemed bent on blocking his path.

Wishing he had Kon with him so that the mod soul could take his body somewhere safe, Ichigo pulled out his substitute Shinigami badge so he could fight. Grimmjow stood there, surprisingly patient, until Ichigo had his zanpakuto pointed straight at him.

“You got that mark from a hollow,” Grimmjow said, sounding smug, not in the least bit concerned by Ichigo’s threatening posture.

“I’ve got lots of marks from hollows, Grimmjow,” Ichigo said tiredly.

“And I’m not talking about blondie,” the Arrancar said, talking right over him. “You got that mark and you need him.”

Ichigo didn’t respond, shifting his grip on Zangetsu and wondering just what sort of conclusion Grimmjow had come to.

“I can tell. His reiatsu’s slowly leaving you, and then you’ll need it again, am I right?”

Ichigo swallowed thickly, feeling like he’d just been punched in the gut. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” the teen said obstinately.

Grimmjow laughed. “You can’t fucking fool me, kid. I’ve been around the block more than once, ya know. I know what’s happening to ya.”

Ichigo frowned, wondering what Grimmjow meant. Shinji and Urahara had both said that the effect of the hollow’s venom had been one they’d never seen before, but Grimmjow made it sound like his wasn’t the first case. He wanted to ask the Arrancar about it, but that would mean owning up to his condition, and he didn’t plan on admitting shit to Grimmjow. Besides, the Espada was probably bluffing.

“You don’t know shit, Grimmjow,” Ichigo countered, not willing to give the other a chance to prove that he really knew what was going on.

The teen raised his sword, ready to keep Grimmjow back by force if it became necessary. Grimmjow just smirked at him and just stood there. Ichigo wondered how best to attack until he felt it.

It was like a wave had just run through him, rocking his body gently back and forth. Ichigo hissed in surprise and pleasure, his face flushing red as he felt himself begin to harden. Grimmjow’s unnerving smile widened even further.

“Knew you’d like that,” Grimmjow purred, sounding pleased.

“Stop it,” Ichigo demanded, but he knew there wasn’t much he could do to keep Grimmjow from using his reiatsu as a weapon against him.

“Last time I saw ya,” Grimmjow said, still ignoring everything Ichigo was saying that didn’t go along with whatever he had in mind, “you looked like you’d just been fucked.”

Ichigo flushed, wishing he wasn’t held in place by Grimmjow’s reiatsu that was now doing things to him. And this time it was more than a wave or pressure; aggressive tendrils were now slithering over his skin, keeping him rooted to the spot.

“Not now, though. Now you look like you’re a little hard up for it.”

“Whatever you’re suggesting,” Ichigo snarled, “I’m not fucking interested.”

Grimmjow chuckled at him and used Sonido to have Ichigo cornered before the teen could react, slamming him against the wall, his one hand around the teen’s throat and his own hard cock pressed up against Ichigo’s. “This proves otherwise, Shinigami.”

Ichigo grunted, taking a swing with his sword, but Grimmjow had already jumped backwards, looking triumphant.

“Look, Ichigo,” Grimmjow said, surprising Ichigo by using the teen’s first name. “I’m not here to fight, so let me just cut to the chase. I’ll keep these fucking low level hollows out of your way, hell, I’ll even keep the other Espada out of your hair and I’ll give you as much reiatsu as you like in the meantime.”

“Are you propositioning me?” Ichigo asked incredulously. “You’re fucked in the head if you think I’ll let you—”

“Or I’ll just go have a little chat with Aizen, if you’re not interested.”

“W-what?” Ichigo asked, feeling the blood drain from his face.

“Come on, Ichigo, I’m trying to be nice here. But if you don’t wanna play nice, if you wanna go running to that blonde fucker or try and tell me to piss off, your fun ends here. So… what’s it gonna be?”

Ichigo stared at Grimmjow in shock, not believing that the Espada was actually blackmailing him into sex. He didn’t think that shit actually happened outside of movies.

“I’ll even let you think about it,” Grimmjow said, jumping into the air and opening a portal to Hueco Mundo. “Twenty-four hours.”

With that, Grimmjow was gone, leaving Ichigo staring incredulously at the empty sky. Trying not to shake, Ichigo turned back to his body, wondering what in the hell he was supposed to do now.

Kill that son of a bitch was the first thing that came to mind, but Ichigo didn’t think he was at that level yet. Even worse than capitulating to Grimmjow’s demand was to get his ass kicked and then have to submit to the Espada’s attentions anyway. He didn’t even want to know what kind of kinks Grimmjow had.

With a sigh, Ichigo headed home, trying not to think about hollows in general.

Ichigo slept fitfully that night, dreaming about a certain Espada. He kept waking up in a cold sweat, his dreams still feeling as though they’d actually happened, and he had to check his arms and torso for the scratches and bites he could still half feel.

By the morning he was a wreck, turning his face into the pillow beneath him when his father started banging on his door, probably waking the whole street with his yelling. It had been a long time since Ichigo had cut class for something unrelated to hollows. He’d been having such a problem with attendance that he’d even being going to school sick on occasion.

He reasoned with himself that he felt at least a little sick, his stomach not only containing butterflies, but flesh eating butterflies who were trying to gnaw their way through his stomach lining. He could always get his father to write him a note.

He spent most of the morning in bed, trying to outline the pros and cons of the decisions available to him, but he kept coming back to Aizen finding out about his condition and he knew he didn’t have much of a choice but to accept Grimmjow’s offer.

He just wished he had some sort of leverage to use against Grimmjow, something to threaten the Espada with if things got to be too much.

Three o’clock came far too soon. Ichigo was downstairs trying to work up an appetite when he noticed the clock on the microwave. He didn’t want to lead Grimmjow straight to his family, so he left Kon with his body and headed for the street where the Arrancar had accosted him the day previous.

He walked rather than bothering to use flash steps, not all that eager to meet Grimmjow and figure out what the terms of their agreement were going to be. The Espada was already waiting for him by the time Ichigo got there. Grimmjow turned at smirked at him.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming, Ichigo. Thought you’d chickened out.”

Ichigo didn’t say anything. Not only would Grimmjow most likely ignore him, he would get around to saying what he wanted to say in his own sweet time, and there was nothing Ichigo could do to hinder or help the process.

“Giving me the silent treatment, Ichi?”

Ichigo bristled at the nickname, but he still remained silent. He didn’t have anything he wanted to say to Grimmjow anyway.

“Well damn, my feelings are almost hurt.” Grimmjow flicked his eyes down Ichigo’s body and back up, making Ichigo squirm uncomfortably. “Come here.”

“What?” Ichigo asked incredulously.

“Look, Shinigami, I got limited patience, right? So get your skinny ass over here and maybe you won’t have a completely miserable time.”

Ichigo swallowed thickly and nodded, taking a few hesitant steps towards Grimmjow. Zangetsu was strapped onto his back, which made him feel marginally better, but he knew he’d be feeling a lot better if he could just skewer Grimmjow’s stupid face with it.

“There we go,” Grimmjow said, and Ichigo thought the Espada was trying to sound soothing, but his voice just came out fucking creepy. “I ain’t gonna bite. Not too hard at least.”

As soon as Ichigo was within arm’s reach, Grimmjow reached out and pulled Ichigo to him. Ichigo just stood there, staring at Grimmjow’s chest, his heart hammering away. Grimmjow placed a surprisingly gentle hand on Ichigo’s chin and lifted Ichigo’s face up so that they were eye to eye.

Ichigo didn’t think he’d ever been so close to someone he considered an enemy before and he didn’t know why but it surprised him how warm Grimmjow’s skin was. He couldn’t stop looking at the Espada, the glistening white of his teeth and the intense blue of the Arrancar’s eyes overwhelming him.

When Grimmjow leaned in a little closer, Ichigo was surprised to smell mint. Had Grimmjow fucking brushed his teeth in anticipation of Ichigo’s answer? Well that was flattering, and creepy. And nice, since Ichigo had been expecting the stench of meat he’d smelled on the Espada’s breath the other day. He knew he hadn’t been prepared for that, and hadn’t been too keen to find out what might have happened if he’d passed out or thrown up when Grimmjow moved to kiss him.

Now that Ichigo thought about it, Grimmjow looked like he’d spent some extra time on his appearance that morning, which was (again, flattering) really, really weird. He smelled very nice, Ichigo noticed and his bone mask looked like it had been paid some extra attention and—Ichigo blinked, wondering if he was just imagining it or if Grimmjow’s eyebrows looked different. Ichigo choked back hysterical laughter. No one, no one would believe him if he were to tell them that Grimmjow Jeagerjaques plucked his eyebrows.

“You losin’ it, Shinigami?” Grimmjow demanded, sounding angry again.

“You have… nice eyebrows,” Ichigo said before he could think twice about it.

Grimmjow looked absolutely floored, as though he wasn’t sure if he should be angry or pleased by Kurosaki’s comment. He settled on pleased, if confused.

“You trying to sweet talk me, or something?”

Ichigo didn’t know how to respond to that without getting gutted so he just shrugged. He had no idea what had compelled him to say such a thing, but at least it didn’t look like it had made Grimmjow angry.

“Hnn. Well, I didn’t come to flirt, I came to fuck,” Grimmjow said, insane grin returning. He chuckled when he felt Ichigo tense even further; the teen had to be strung so tight the slightest pressure would snap him. “You look scared, Ichigo.”

In fact, Ichigo was terrified, but he’d rather face death by Orihime’s cooking than admit it. “You need to get your eyes checked, then,” Ichigo said, pleased that he was able to project at least some bravado into his voice.

Grimmjow laughed. “There we go. I can’t have any fun if you’re too terrified to resist me.”

Ichigo was about to say something to that but then Grimmjow leaned in close, his eyes more menacing than his smile. Ichigo jerked when he felt Grimmjow’s tongue swipe across his lips before the Espada crushed their mouths together. Ichigo felt as though what they were doing could hardly be called a kiss. It was more like a battle, the taste of blood blossoming between their lips as they fought. Ichigo started to feel dizzy, realizing that Grimmjow was once again utilizing his reiatsu to play with him as their teeth clacked together.

Ichigo moaned into the kiss when Grimmjow put his hand at the small of the teen’s back and pulled him closer. The motion brought Ichigo’s cock in contract with Grimmjow’s hip and the teen hissed, rocking uncontrollably. Grimmjow grinned and let his hand slide down to cup Ichigo’s ass, which made the teen moan again.

The kiss was now just Grimmjow basically fucking Ichigo’s mouth with his tongue as the teen was too preoccupied to really participate.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you up against the wall,” Grimmjow said, tearing his lips away from Ichigo’s, “I’d rather take this somewhere more comfortable. You mind if we go back to your place?”

It took Ichigo a moment to work his head around what Grimmjow was asking him. He was staring at the Espada’s lips, noticing how they were smeared with blood. Licking his own, Ichigo hesitated before responding.

“That’s not a very good idea.”

Grimmjow’s brow furrowed. “Well, what do you suggest we do then? Because if you don’t come up with something, and fucking fast, then I will just throw you down and fuck you right here.”

“Shit, give me a second,” Ichigo snapped, wishing Grimmjow would let him go. It was hard to think when they were pressed so close together.

“I’d suggest we go back to Hueco Mundo, but I can’t promise we won’t be interrupted.”

Ichigo couldn’t keep himself from laughing. “That does seem like a very bad idea,” Ichigo agreed. “The only think I can think of is a hotel, or something, but I don’t have that much money—”

Grimmjow was grinning again. “Fuck the money, Ichigo, and use your fucking brain. No one can see us, right?”

Ichigo hesitated. “Well, almost no one,” Ichigo agreed.

“Yeah, whatever,” Grimmjow said. “So we’ll just sneak into an empty room and we’ll fuck there, okay?”

Ichigo stared blankly at the teal haired Espada. “Are you out of your mind?” Ichigo asked finally.

“Look, Shinigami,” Grimmjow said, surprisingly evenly, but sounding as though he was at the end of his rope, “I feel like I’ve been plenty patient. Now I’m telling you that we either go to a fucking hotel where we can both have fun, or I’ll shove you down and fuck you dry. I think I know which one you’d prefer.”

“Alright, alright,” Ichigo said exasperatedly. “We’ll find a hotel.”

“Glad you see it my way, Ichigo,” Grimmjow said with a wide smile. “And I don’t want you picking out one of those fucking cheap ass hotels. Since no one can see it, we might as well go someplace classy.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Fine by me,” he said. “There’s actually a new love hotel that just opened up downtown, we can go there.”

Grimmjow gave him a weird look. “What the hell’s a ‘love hotel’?” he demanded.

Ichigo winced. He never thought he’d ever actually have to explain to someone what a love hotel was, much less an Arrancar. This was just too surreal. “It’s a hotel where you, uh, pay by the hour and—”

“Shinigami, I already told you, we ain’t paying.”

“I get that,” Ichigo griped. “But you asked, so I’m trying to explain it to you. Other hotels you pay by the night.”

Grimmjow just looked at him blankly. “So… what’s the difference?”

“Couples go there to… relax,” Ichigo said lamely. Realization dawned on Grimmjow’s face and Ichigo resisted the urge to smile.

“So you mean humans came up with hotels built for the sole purpose of people going there to fuck?” Ichigo nodded and Grimmjow laughed. “Well let’s get going, Ichigo. I’m sure we can find an empty room.”

“Sure,” Ichigo said, starting to feel apprehensive again.

Grimmjow paused, noticing Ichigo’s hesitation. “Hey, Ichi, don’t look at me like that. It won’t be any fun for me if I can’t get you screaming my name. In pleasure of course, or mostly.”

Ichigo bit his lip, not entirely sure that he believed what Grimmjow was promising him, but he knew that he didn’t have much of a choice. Grimmjow grabbed his arm right above the elbow before rising into the air. Startled, Ichigo jerked his free hand up to grip Grimmjow’s jacket. Ichigo regained his footed and took a step back from the smug Arrancar.

“By all means, Shinigami,” Grimmjow said, barely containing his laughter at the look on Ichigo’s face, “lead the way.”

Deciding against making a snappy comeback, Ichigo headed in the direction of downtown, flash stepping quickly as Grimmjow followed quickly behind him, laughing. Ichigo stopped outside of an unassuming building with Grimmjow landing just a few yards away.

“This is it,” Ichigo said, crossing his arms.

“There aren’t any fucking windows,” Grimmjow complained.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably. “We’ll have to go inside and find an empty room that way.”

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at him. “So, you know a lot about these love hotels, do you?”

Ichigo flushed. “N-no, I just know a guy—”

“Sure, Shinigami. Well, I ain’t got all day, so let’s get going.”

Ichigo reluctantly followed Grimmjow to the ground so that they could slip unnoticed into the hotel. As soon as they were in, Grimmjow stopped suddenly, his eyes fixed on a wall full of television screens. Ichigo followed his gaze, noticing that each screen showed an available room.

“That one,” Grimmjow said, surprising Ichigo.

“Uh, which one?” Ichigo asked, eyeing the screens critically.

Grimmjow strode forward and tapped one, still staring at it. Ichigo stepped forward hesitantly, wondering which room had pushed Grimmjow’s kink buttons.

The room was heavily mirrored, Ichigo being hard pressed to find a wall, or even a part of the ceiling, not covered in them, with the majority of the room being filled with a circular bed surrounded by a large blue birdcage.

Ichigo made a face, but one look at Grimmjow convinced him that there would be no talking the Espada out of his selection. The most he could hope for was that they could just get this over with quickly.

Grimmjow grabbed his arm again and Ichigo let himself be dragged past the hotel staff, who paused in surprise and shivered as they passed. In his head Ichigo was pleading for no one else to decide they wanted this particular room while he and Grimmjow were using it. That wouldn’t end well for anyone.

As soon as they were inside, Grimmjow turned to him with one of his trademark maniacal grins and Ichigo repressed a shiver.

“This is going to be even more fun than I thought,” Grimmjow crowed, closing in on Ichigo like a beast of prey.

Ichigo certainly felt like a cornered bird, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest. He let himself be stalked, keeping a close eye on Grimmjow as they circled each other.

“As much fun as this is, Ichigo,” Grimmjow said, tilting his head like a cat, “I want you to give me your sword and your clothes, and then we can have some fun.”

Ichigo bared his teeth, not willing to go down without a fight. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” Ichigo demanded.

“Ya know, Shinigami, you almost had me believing that you weren’t a complete idiot, agreeing to come here with me, but I think I might have to revise my opinion of you. Gimme your fucking sword.”

“I’ll set Zangetsu down if you set your sword down, but I’m not just going to hand over my zanpakuto!”

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. “Fine, in the corner then. Your clothes, too.”

The two watched each other closely as they set their swords down in opposite corners of the room. Grimmjow placed his remaining hand on his hip after that, watching Ichigo undress. The teen flushed and looked away.

“Hurry the fuck up or I’ll have to come over there and rip your damn clothes off.”

Ichigo grit his teeth, but he finished undressing and stood in front of Grimmjow stark naked, embarrassed but refusing to show it. Grimmjow started circling him again and Ichigo could feel the Espada’s reiatsu lash against out against his skin. Ichigo refused to make a noise, but he still shivered uncontrollably each time he felt the pressure slide across his skin and he couldn’t do anything to keep from getting hard.

Luckily, Grimmjow didn’t tease him about it, the Arrancar’s expression one of concentration and lust.

“You’re my prey, Kurosaki,” Grimmjow growled, his voice low and threatening.

Ichigo didn’t say anything, watching the teal haired man from behind his lowered lashes.

“I’ll fucking kill that blonde bastard if he thinks for even a second he can steal you out from under me.”

Ichigo wanted to point out that there was nothing for Shinji to steal since Grimmjow didn’t own him to begin with, but held his tongue. Grimmjow was looking angry again and Ichigo was well aware that Grimmjow was a lot closer to his sword than Ichigo was to Zangetsu.

“I want you to wait right there, Ichigo,” Grimmjow said, his voice still low and dangerous.

Ichigo watched hesitantly as Grimmjow stalked back across the room to where his sword lay. “What the hell do you—”

“Shut up!” Grimmjow roared, turning around and glaring at Ichigo. “Shut up,” he repeated, this time his voice marginally softer, but no saner. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

Ichigo watched apprehensively as Grimmjow picked up his Zanpakuto and turned to face him.

“Grind, Pantera!” Grimmjow shouted and Ichigo realized what was happening.

Grimmjow was releasing the power sealed into his zanpakuto. Ichigo never should have believed that Grimmjow actually wanted to fuck. Grimmjow was going to kill him. What was worse—Grimmjow was going to kill him while he was naked and he was going to gloat the entire time he slashed the teen into microscopic pieces. Ichigo wished he wasn’t fucking rooted to the spot.

As soon as Grimmjow had finished transforming, he approached Ichigo again and the teen could feel the extreme power shift in the reiatsu that was now slipping all over his skin.

“There, see?” Grimmjow asked. “You’re getting all worked up over nothing.”

Ichigo thought numbly that Grimmjow’s release form explained a lot about the man. He was quite obviously a cat—as if Pantera hadn’t given him away—which meant he probably really did think of Ichigo as prey and the idea of trapping the Vaizard like a bird was tremendously appealing to him.

Ichigo took in the white armor that clung to Grimmjow’s form, wondering how in the hell the Espada was going to take it off to fuck him. He’d have to worry about that later, though, because Grimmjow was closing in on him.

“Whose prey are you, Ichigo?” Grimmjow purred and Ichigo marveled at how catlike the Espada had become.

Ichigo wondered how the hell he was supposed to answer that question without getting cut to ribbons by Grimmjow’s newly grown claws. “No one’s,” he finally said.

Fortunately, Grimmjow seemed more amused than anything else. “Keep telling yourself that, little sparrow.”

Ichigo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He’d heard of role play before, in fact he’d experienced it, but last time he checked usually one person played the human and the other a dog or a cat. This took cat and mouse (or cat and bird) games to an entirely new level.

“Whatever you think I have with Shinji—”

“Don’t say his fucking name,” Grimmjow growled. “Don’t even think of him. You’re mine and I’ll fucking prove it.”

Then Grimmjow pounced. Ichigo tried to dodge, but Grimmjow still caught him in the side and the two of them fell to the floor with Grimmjow on top.

“Just like that, Ichigo. Fight me!”

Ichigo did fight, struggling against Grimmjow’s weight. He managed to throw the Espada off of him, struggling to turn and get up once he had, but Grimmjow was on him again in a second, sinking his sharp teeth into the thick muscle of the back of Ichigo’s neck.

Ichigo howled in pain, struggling against Grimmjow’s grip. A surge of reiatsu smacked right into him and he went completely limp, panting as his cock hardened again despite the pain. He hissed as Grimmjow lifted him, dragging him towards the bed with his teeth still sunk into Ichigo’s neck.

Ichigo stayed limp as Grimmjow deposited him on the bed, too shocked to move. He could feel Grimmjow’s breath puffing over his ear and he shivered.

“Now, Ichi,” Grimmjow panted, “I promised I’d be nice, so play along and I won’t have to rip your throat out while I fuck you. I prefer a willing body beneath me when it comes to fucking. You got it?”

It took Ichigo several tries to voice his assent and as soon as he had done so, he felt a shift behind him and then Grimmjow was pressing the bare skin of his torso against Ichigo’s back. Grimmjow started licking the wound on the back of Ichigo’s neck causing the teen to shudder and whimper at the little twinges of pain.

From there, Grimmjow flipped Ichigo over onto his back and straddled the young Vaizard, staring down at his prey triumphantly. He gleefully took in Ichigo’s expression, twisted with pain and pleasure, the scar left over from the hollow attack, his heaving chest and his pert little nipples.

Grimmjow leaned down to lick one before he gave it a tiny nip, careful not to be too rough with his teeth, sharpened from his transformation. Ichigo seemed to like the attention and Grimmjow doubled his efforts, sucking and lapping at Ichigo’s chest with his rough textured tongue until Ichigo’s moans filled the room.

The Espada sat back up and surveyed his work, pleased with the bite marks that stood out lividly against Ichigo’s skin. As much as he was enjoying making Ichigo squirm though, he wanted to get on with the fucking, an idea forming in his mind.

“You ever sucked cock before, Ichigo?”

Ichigo blinked up at him a few times before nodding.

“Good,” Grimmjow said, spotting lube on the bedside table. He grabbed it and turned back to Kurosaki with a grin. “Let’s get to it.”

Grimmjow turned around and leaned forward so that he could return the favor while Ichigo sucked him off. He extended his tongue forward and started lapping at the tip, causing Ichigo to cry out but not forget what he was supposed to be doing. Grimmjow started purring as he felt Ichigo’s mouth close around him. Ichigo whimpered at the vibrations this caused around his own cock.

While Grimmjow focused on sucking, he popped the cap off the little bottle of unscented lube and slathered a generous amount over his fingers before settling them at Ichigo’s hole.

Ichigo was now uttering a near constant stream of moans around Grimmjow’s cock, hips jerking slightly as Grimmjow slipped two fingers inside of him without warning. Grimmjow stretched him like this until Ichigo could feel his orgasm creeping up on him, helped along by Grimmjow’s fingers teasing over his prostate.

“Nngh, Grimmjow, I’m gonna—” Ichigo gasped, pulling his mouth off of Grimmjow’s cock to warn the Espada.

“Not yet, you’re not,” Grimmjow growled, sitting up and turning around so that he was facing Ichigo again.

Covering his cock with the lube left on his fingers, Grimmjow lifted Ichigo’s ankles and thrust right in, focusing on encompassing Ichigo with his reiatsu at the same time. Ichigo wailed as the first thrust brought Grimmjow into contact with the teen’s prostate, with each subsequent thrust driving him wilder and wilder.

Grimmjow was hissing in his ear things about being his prey, but they were all running together as Ichigo sobbed beneath both Grimmjow’s physical and spiritual force.

“Mine!” Grimmjow growled, this time sinking his teeth into the wound on Ichigo’s shoulder.

A shockwave of reiatsu crashed through Ichigo, completely undoing him as Ichigo came all over the black silk sheets with Grimmjow still fucking him steadily, his reiatsu still rushing through Ichigo uncontrollably until the Espada came as well and they both collapsed to the bed, spent and aching.

“My prey,” Grimmjow growled again, his tone almost gentle this time as he licked Ichigo’s sweaty skin.

He wasn’t done with Ichigo, not by a long shot, but he was willing to give his prey time to catch his breath before stalking and claiming him once again.

This was a game he felt he might never tire of.

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I know some people didn't want non-con, so I hope this satisfies everyone. (I don't like out and out non-con either.)

Also, I swear the part about Grimmjow taking up knitting or stamp collecting, I feel like that's a quote from somewhere, but I don't remember where exactly I heard it. Well, if anyone knows where it's from, you can tell me.

Chapter 10 takes place maybe a week, two weeks (I can't remember) after this one. Grimmjow and Ichigo have been continuing to see each other, unbeknownst to Shinji and Urahara. But Ichigo can't keep his meetings with Grimmjow a secret forever.

(p.s. Mitziginger, you totally inspired me to finally put this chapter up. Your review means a lot to me. :) )

(p.p.s. I love my other reviewers, too.)