Facing The Enemy

I must say before this starts that I am in loooooove with Grimmjow. I think he should be God. Well...maybe not, but he should have, like, his own counrty or something. Seriously, he's awesome.

And also, I wrote this in, like, a night. Not even. And I don't even know why. Grrr...

As well as not owning Bleach, I also don't own The Big Lebowski, which I stole and altered a line from. Just so you know...

Anyway, here you go...

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Hueco Mundo, in Ichigo's opinion, was an utter shit hole.

He'd always hated places that were too dry. When he was younger, his mother still alive, his parents had taken him and the twins to Egypt. He'd cried like a girl when they took a guided trip around the desert, the air being so parched that his tears were evaporated almost instantly by the thirsty atmosphere.

He also hated when there was too much danger about. Tough luck, being a Shinigami and all, but still. He liked to feel safe and secture, to some extenent at least.

And he particularly hated the fact that He lived here.

Nothing in Ichigo's vocabulary could even begin to convey his hatred for Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

He hated his asshole name. He hated his asshole face. And he hated him. Asshole.

Yeah...that was pretty much as much as he could express with words.

Besides, in his current condition, coherant thought was proving to be a difficulty.

He tugged angrily at the binds around his wrists once more, letting out a frustrated growl as he took a heated gaze around the blank room.

"I told ya to stop that shit, jerk-off." The loud voice echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls, vibrating between the corners, and flying straight to Ichigo's ears.

"Fuckin' make me, asshole..." Ichigo grinded back, casting a full on death-glare over his shoulder to his captor.

Honestly, of all the Espada he was hoping to run into, it was Grimmjow in particular. He wanted, needed, the satisfaction of killing him, wiping him from existence entirely. Zangetsu needed it too; the blue-haired loud mouth was just too frustrating.

"I fuckin' will, don't ya worry 'bout that," was the reply.

But why Grimmjow had decided to tie him up and drag him back to Las Noches, to his personal quarters no less, when he'd had the perfect oportunity to kill the substitute Shinigami was beyond Ichigo. Now here he was, face down on the floor, hands tied behind his back and knees scraping painfully into the ground. And, not that it mattered, his rear raised high in the dry air.

"Why'd you bring me here?" he asked for the eighth time. He heard a snicker behind him, followed by footsteps slowly approaching.

"Tell ya what... I'll answer your dumb-ass question if ya do me one thing..." Grimmjow sneered, squatting down and grabbing a fistful of bright orange hair, yanking Ichigo's head off the floor to stare at his glaring face.

"What?" Ichigo nearly spat at the smug smirk dancing across the others face. "I said what?!" he yelled, baring his teeth in rage. Grimmjow, somehow, knew how to push Ichigo's buttons all the wrong way, and constantly seemed to create a flow of pure anger rushing around Ichigo's body.

The room was silent for a few seconds as Grimmjow let the last resounding pitches of Ichigo's shout fade to nothingness.

"Gimmie that Shinigami ass o' your's an' we'll call it even..." he said quietly, but holding a note of straight danger which caused a thoroughly confused Ichigo to shudder involuntarily.

"Like shit I will..." he growled through gritted teeth. "What's with you anyway? What you gonna do with it?" he asked. Grimmjow stared at him for a moment, apparently shocked. The burst into a harsh fit of laughter. Ichigo began shouting various insults at him, rolling around on the floor to see if he could stand up again, but to no avail, which basically left him as a little black and orange caterpillar worming around on Grimmjow's floor as the other laughed his ass off.

"What?! 'Hell's so fuckin' funny?!" Ichigo hollered after a few minutes, getting thoroughly enraged. God, how he hated not getting the joke...

"You're tellin' me..." Grimmjow started after about five minutes of winding himself down and breathing deeply. "You're sayin' that you don't know a thing about sex?" he asked. Ichigo's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the word.

"What the fuck?! You wanna have sex with me?! Why?!" he screamed, shuffling back and away from his potential molestor as much as he could. Grimmjow snickered again, standing and walking over to him. Ichigo contemplated biting his ankles before he spoke.

"'Course I wanna fuck ya. Well...not 'you' so much as..." he trailed off, leaning down and running a hand gently down the curve of Ichigo's behind. He squeaked a little at the feeling. "We got a deal? I get your ass for the night. You getta live to tell the tale," he offered, squatting in front of him again, looking completely serious.

"Why should I trust you? How do I know you won't kill me after?" he asked sceptically. From what he knew of the man in front of him, he was pretty homicidal. Sex, he was betting, would only intensify that.

"I'll give ya a no-death guarantee," Grimmjow offered, sounding like he was really only testing to see if Ichigo would buy it. "So, we got a deal?" he asked again, obviously growing impatient. Ichigo frowned again in thought.

"What if I say no?" he asked. The Espada glared at him darkly.

"I'll just kill you then fuck you. Dunno if you noticed, but I pretty much lack a concience," he said. Ichigo stared at him for a moment then sighed, head smacking off the floor in defeat with grumbles of 'you could do that anyway, but whatever...', seeing no other way around it.

"So what do I do-OUCH!!" he yelled as Grimmjow's hand pulled him to a kneeling position by his hair. "That fucking hurt!" he raged, scuffling back on his knees. Grimmjow only snorted at him and began tugging at his obi, loostening it to tug his hakama down.

"What make's ya think I'm gonna go easy on ya now, Shinigami?" he asked, a deep, rolling growl following his words as Ichigo glared up at him, his face directly in front of Grimmjow's crotch.

Without giving him a chance to speak, Grimmjow's hakama was dropped, revealing his already half erect cock. Ichigo redirected his hateful stares from his face to his penis. About to say something sardonic, with his mouth open and poised to speak, Grimmjow grabbed the back of his head and thrust in, effectively choking Ichigo harshly by sliding down his throat without reserve.

Ichigo growled his displeasure at his mouth being taken so forcefully, and snorted a little as he tried to breathe properly. Pulling his head back Grimmjow stared down, a malicious grin on his face, much like, to Ichigo, the one he wore during combat.

"How's that feel?" he growled, overjoyed at having complete control over the younger boy. Ichigo spat a little pre-cum mixed with saliva on the ground and glared at him fully. About to respond, his head was shoved forwards again, somehow taking even more of the offending appendage down his throat. He was sure he would end up dying anyway before this was over.

"Feel good? Y'know it does..." Grimmjow was muttering to himself, his malevolent grin plastered in place as he tilted his head back, eyes closed to the feeling. Ichigo had to supress a snort at how ridiculous he sounded, for fear of choking even more. But the man was talking dirty to himself for fuck sakes!

The hand on his head retreated, and he quickly pulled back to take a deep breath, spluttering a little from the overflowing liquids in his mouth.

"Get up," Grimmjow commanded after watching him for a moment. Ichigo glared at him and spat again.

"I can't, dick-head," he said, vocal chords a little croaky from the abuse. He leaned down and wiggled his bound ankles for effect. Grimmjow growled in frustration and grabbed his arms, pulling him up to stand and holding him in place so he didn't topple over. Without another word Ichigo was rammed against the wall, head smacking painfully back and groaning. He felt a sudden freedom about his ankles and was about to do the only logical thing, kick, but then Grimmjow's hand was rubbing his groin in a very distracting manner.

He couldn't supress a moan, his eyes still closed and mouth open slightly. The hand squeezed slightly, forcing an 'ooh' sound from his violated throat and a small smile at the pleasureable touch. He didn't even notice another hand working quickly on his hakama, which dropped quickly to his ankles. His brow contracted at the sensation of skin on skin contact, another groan escaping him, muffled slightly by biting his lip.

"How's that feel...?" he was asked, Grimmjow's mouth hovering over his ear, so close he could feel the other's breath on his over-sensitized skin. Ichigo could only gasp his approval of the Espada's deadly hand working it's way up and down his cock, coaxing him to full hardness, pausing to squeeze occasionally, and sometimes running a thumb over the head, dipping teasingly into the slit.

He briefly wondered if this was how Grimmjow touched himself, forceful yet teasing; never letting up on what was going to happen next. A little like his approach to fighting, in some respects. Erratic, slightly rushed, not too much thought. Ichigo couldn't really complain, though. He was exactly the same.

The hand that wasn't stroking him was suddenly at his mouth, two fingers digging themselves between his lips and wiggling around inside. He sucked experimentally, to see Grimmjow's reaction. There was none. Not a gasp or shudder, not a curse. So he sucked again, and moved his tongue around to lap at them, his jaw moving sharply to come from different angles.

The fingers was drawn sharply from his mouth, and he opened his eyes slightly to stare hazily at his captor. Grimmjow glanced up to meet his gaze, smirking a little before reaching around and finding his entrance. Ichigo froze, realisation slapping him in the face.

He was about to lose his virginity to his worst enemy.

Not much he could do about it now, though. Still being tied up and all. And not to mention, excessively horny. And as his brain began screaming all the reasons he had to fight him off and run away, his body was putting up an excellent fight. And he always trusted his body.

There were two fingers inside him now. He wasn't an idiot, he knew it was going to hurt. This dull pain was probably nothing compared to how it was going to be. Yet as he forced himself to relax under Grimmjow's command, he felt the faint promise of pleasure in the distance. Just had to get over the bad first.

The fingers inside brushed past something. He didn't know what, or even understand how, but it felt so good that he almost came right there in the Espada's hand. Never had he ever experienced that before. He heard Grimmjow's snicker at his ear and the finger pressed against it again harshly, rubbing a little and forcing Ichigo to scream out. He felt so good it almost hurt.

His mind was so clouded and hazy with lust and hormones that he nearly didn't even register Grimmjow picking him up, his legs acting of their own accord and wrapping themselves around the other waist. Feeling his wrist ties being loostened, he reached forwards and held onto Grimmjow's shoulders for support, gasping and panting wantonly, desperate for that feeling again. He needed it.

Grimmjow entered him fully in a heartbeat, never pausing to let him accustom to the sensation of being filled. The pain was next to idescribable, searing through him as he was forced open completely. He let the world know his agony, roaring out to the perminent night, and his fingers digging into Grimmjow's shoulders so hard he was sure it would leave clear bruises.

"Shut the fuck up..." Grimmjow rasped at his ear, pulling out and slamming back in equally as hard. Ichigo didn't have the mind-set to answer back as he usualy would; nothing felt right. Sex was supposed to be an amazing thing. He'd read in a magazine that it healed some people, relieving them of stress and making them feel great. He'd heard that it was addicting, as much as drugs or alcohol. He knew it was necessary for procreation.

So why, dear Kami-sama, did it make him feel as if he just wanted Hell to open it's gates to him? Surely this was considered torture? Perhaps this was rape...no, it had been so good until now. And Grimmjow hadn't completely forced himself on Ichigo.

Grimmjow pushed in again, and he felt a dull nudge against that spot again. He whimpered, biting his lip softly in hope of experiencing it again. Grimmjow must have picked up on it because he shifted, jutting Ichigo a little higher, and slamming in again.

Any trace of pain left him completely as he moaned out to the Gods, his head falling back to rest against the wall as he panted, his hands slipping up to cling at the neon hair tightly. He felt Grimmjow's tongue dance across his throat and he gripped tighter, keening out as he was hit again. He heard a low grunt from Grimmjow, Espada breath ghosting over Shinigami skin. Espada eyes boring dangerously into Shinigami orbs.

He was approaching his peak, he could feel it. One hand disentangled itself from blue hair at the nape of Grimmjow's neck and slid down his bare chest, tracing around the Hollow Hole at his stomach to touch himself, stroking up and down with Grimmjow's rhythm.

He was nearly here...almost...one last pull and he drew a deep, ragged breath, groaning out as his eyes snapped closed and head flew back, catching his own seed with his hand, a little splashing onto Grimmjow's chest. He counted two and a half more thrusts from the other man, and felt him shudder against him, hips convulsing as he pushed inside a little more to milk himself, one hand cupping Ichigo's ass, the other holding himself up against the wall.

Grimmjow's head fell forward, resting on Ichigo's shoulder as he caught his breath, his sighs fluttering Ichigo's uniform like wind.

"Why did you..." Ichigo began, unsure of how to word his question. "Well...why didn't you just rape me?" he asked, his left hand absently curling a stray lock of Grimmjow's hair as he remained pressed against the wall. The Espada snorted softly, head still buried in Ichigo's shoulder, and shrugged.

"Ain't a fan of rape. I get off on other people's reactions..." he explained, pausing for a moment before sighing and pulling out, standing back a little to let Ichigo's legs stretch shakily to the floor. He promptly decided that it was too much trouble to stand and slid down to sit amidst his hakama, pooled about his ankles. He watched lazily as Grimmjow bent to pull his own up, resecuring it around his hips loosely.

"Gonna stick to the deal?" Ichigo asked after a minute or two of silence as Grimmjow walked over and lay down on his bed, gazing out the window. The man shrugged, still not looking over at him.

"Gotta, don't I? Deal's a deal..." he said loftily, one arm curled behind his head as other idly toyed with his obi sash. Ichigo nodded and stood up slowly, leaning heavily on the wall for support and dragging his hakama up with him and retieing it. "Zangetsu's in the corner..." Grimmjow said lazily, jerking his head slightly in the direction.

Ichigo momentarily wondered why Grimmjow remembered his zanpakuto's name, but decided that he didn't really care as he picked the huge blade up and secured it to his back.

"What do I do now?" he asked, turning to adress the other. Grimmjow's shrugged again.

"Y'can try to get outta here. I ain't gonna kill ya, but others might..." he said, glancing over to him. Ichigo nodded and turned to the door. "Hey."

He paused, hand on the door handle, and looked over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

Grimmjow wasn't looking at him, gazing back out his window instead to the constant moon of Hueco Mundo. He stayed silent for a moment or two before answering. "Good luck."

Ichigo blinked, but nodded just the same and opened the door to the empty hallway.

"Thanks."

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I love standing up smex.

It makes me happy.

Lemme know what you think. I've never written Grimmy before so...I dunno how in character he is. Sorry if I got it wrong and offended you and now you wanna kill me.

xxx