Don't be Stupid!

Don't be Stupid!

By: Naraku's Dark Soul

Ichigo had no idea how long he’d been lying on the ground unconscious. All he knew was that he was happy to be alive. In a surprising move to outsiders, Grimmjow had brought Orihime to heal him from his battle with Ulquiorra. Even more surprising still, he had sent her away afterwards. Now the two of them were alone, ostensibly to fight, but it seemed Grimmjow had other plans. As Ichigo stood up and brushed the obnoxiously clingy sand from his hakama, he noticed the other man staring at him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In a flash, Grimmjow was in front of him, his hand wrapped possessively around Ichigo’s neck, fingernails digging into his flesh. Ichigo gasped and brought his hands up to Grimmjow‘s arm, eyes wide as Grimmjow’s grip tightened slightly. He could feel the muscles in his throat working to swallow, but found that he could not. After a moment of strained silence, Grimmjow loosened his hold and stepped back, leaving Ichigo clutching his throat and coughing.

“The fuck was that for, asshole?” he choked when he had finally caught his breath, his hands dropping to his sides as he straightened his posture. Grimmjow’s mouth turned down into a grimace, his lip curling in distaste.

“You should already fuckin’ know dumbass,” he retorted, advancing menacingly enough toward Ichigo that he took a step back, his hands balling into fists at his sides, ready to swing if things got ugly.

“You asking me to predict your every move? Because I’ve got no fucking clue what goes through your mind,” Ichigo replied, one fist coming up to crudely wipe the spit from the corner of his mouth as he glared at the other man. A moment passed, then Grimmjow snorted.

“You should fuckin’ know better’n pickin’ a fight with Ulquiorra. That asshole’s waaaay outta your league,” Grimmjow said, his rough hand coming to rest on Ichigo’s hip. “now I’m gonna have to put ya in your place for being such a fool. If you die, who the hell am I supposed to fuck?” Palms loose but ready, Ichigo tensed, waiting for a sign from the older man. Grimmjow’s characteristic grin was back full force as he quickly stripped the sash from Ichigo’s hakama, the fabric sliding down Ichigo’s legs to the sandy ground before he had time to react. Eyes wide, Ichigo made a move to go for his downed hakama, but was stopped by Grimmjow’s free hand grasping his arm.

“No, you don’t. Yer gonna take this like the bitch you are,” Grimmjow quipped as he tossed Ichigo’s arm aside and made a move to go for his fundoshi, quickly undoing the knot at Ichigo’s back and letting it drop to the sand with his hakama. A moment passed, then Grimmjow’s hand was on him, jerking his cock roughly until it came to full attention, pre-come beading lewdly at the tip. Ichigo’s breath hitched in his throat as Grimmjow crushed their lips together in a searing kiss, his mask scraping the side of Ichigo’s face as he let go of his cock to fist a hand in his hair. A grunt escaped Ichigo at the loss of contact, but was muffled by Grimmjow’s tongue as he probed his mouth, completely dominating the kiss.

Ichigo was so aroused that he almost didn’t notice the fabric brushing against his cheek as Grimmjow brought the sash from his hakama up to his face. A second later Grimmjow leaned back, lips parted as he wound the sash around Ichigo’s eyes and ears, blindfolding him. Immediately, Ichigo’s hands flew to his face. The last time Grimmjow had blindfolded him, things hadn’t gone too well. He had been tied to the bed and forced to taste his own come. Even though it hadn’t been that bad, Ichigo had no wish for a repeat performance so soon. He tugged on the blindfold and groaned; Grimmjow had tied it really tight.

“Ah, the fuck you doing to me?” he griped, trying futilely to undo the tight knot at the back of his head. Grimmjow’s answer was to push on Ichigo’s shoulders until he got the message and sank down on his knees, the fabric of his hakama and fundoshi serving to cushion his skin against the harsh sand. The bindings on his eyes and ears were so tight and thorough, he couldn’t see a thing, and his hearing wasn’t much better off. The roar of the desert wind was muffled to a mere whisper. It was peaceful, but somehow exciting. Although he had his reservations, he found himself becoming horribly aroused, his cock dripping pre-come, which would no doubt stain if it were to land on the fabric of his hakama.

He reached a tentative hand down to touch his dick, hoping Grimmjow would let him. He was horny enough to take the risk. When he was met with no resistance from his partner, Ichigo fisted his cock and began a fast pace, pumping his hand up and down his hard dick until he threw his head back from the pleasure of it. He couldn’t see Grimmjow’s reaction, but he hoped he was enjoying the show. The thought turned him on so much that he couldn’t help himself and came hard, back bowing from the sheer pleasure of his quickly-had orgasm. He collapsed forward on his hands, panting, body spent but fresh with the afterglow. Unexpectedly and before he could recover his breath, a stinging slap sent his head flying to the side. A second later, a rough hand yanked on his hair and drew him back to a kneeling position. Even through the covering on his ears, he could hear Grimmjow yelling.

“Ya goddamn selfish idiot! I was gonna take my time and fuck ya slow, but you asked for it!”

The hand in his hair tightened painfully and a second later, the head of Grimmjow’s cock bumped Ichigo in the face. “Suck it good, and you better not use teeth or I’ll kill ya,” he heard Grimmjow exclaim, his voice strangely clear as he pressed his cock against Ichigo‘s lips. Knowing better than to argue, he obligingly opened his mouth. Immediately Grimmjow thrust his thick cock inside full force until he hit the back of Ichigo’s throat, inches of the organ still having nowhere to go. Ichigo would have used his hands, but he knew better. Grimmjow liked it this way, being in control. As if he had read his mind, Grimmjow drew his cock back, and holding Ichigo’s head firmly in place, rammed it back in. He began a brutal pace, slamming in and out of Ichigo’s mouth so fast it was all he could do to keep from biting him or gagging. He tried to hold still as much as possible, but Grimmjow‘s powerful thrusts made his head shake and the hand on his head pull his hair. Grimmjow’s pumped his long, thick cock into Ichigo’s mouth again and again until suddenly, he stopped. Ichigo was left wondering what was going on until he heard a loud grunt and felt the spray of Grimmjow’s hot come on his face and in his mouth. He quickly swallowed the substance before it could get too cold and leave an aftertaste, his hands coming up to his face to wipe the rest off as Grimmjow let go of his hair.

It was all over his chin, cheeks, and Ichigo realized as he felt upwards, the sash from his hakama.

“Hey, asshole! The fuck is your problem? You know I gotta wear this!” he yelled, knowing full well that although Grimmjow might be able to change his clothes anytime he wanted to, he sure couldn’t. He heard Grimmjow’s self-satisfied chuckle through the fabric even as he worked to undo it, the knot finally, belatedly, coming undone as he rose unsteadily to his feet. He quickly unwound the sticky fabric and threw it to the side, glaring at the grinning and impeccably clean Grimmjow.

“What’s wrong dumbass, ain’t got a spare? Some shinigami you are!” He said, guffawing, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

Ichigo could only stand there, half-naked and seething. Someday, if he ever made it alive out of Las Noches, he’d get Grimmjow back for this.

This is secret santa fic for someone from bleach_bdsm @ LJ. Would have been more hardcore, but they wanted light stuff.