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Garras del Gato
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,170
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Garras del Gato
Garras del Gato (Claws of the Cat)
Word count: ~ 1500
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“Grimm—fuck,” Ichigo swears, pulled out of sleep by the prick of claws on his back. He sits up and scowls down at the blue haired Arrancar in his bed. “Wake up, dammit!”
Grimmjow’s look of sleepy contentment vanishes as his eyes open. He stretches and yawns, jaw cracking, claws kneading the sheets beneath him. “The fuck’s your problem, Shinigami?”
“You keep kneading me while I’m sleeping! You broke the skin!”
“Stop being such a bitch,” Grimmjow says on another yawn, rolling over onto his back. “I know you can take it.” The arrancar examines his nails and finds that there is indeed blood on them. He licks it off with a pointed look at Ichigo; it’s not even that much, for crying out loud.
“That’s not the point. If you’re going to maul me in my sleep I’m going to make you sleep on the floor, you stupid cat—”
Grimmjow pins Ichigo to the bed and narrows his eyes, tail twitching. Ichigo’s bossy as hell, and normally the arrancar lets it slide, finds it kind of hot when he has to work to get Ichigo with his legs up in the air and moaning for his cock, but the kid’s been trying his patience lately. “You care to repeat that, berry?”
“Shit, Grimm. At least—” Grimmjow watches the boy backpedal and squirm beneath him. “You could at least not sleep in your release form, yeah?”
Grimmjow flops back down onto the bed, satisfied. “Whatever,” he says and a second later he looks relatively human again, ears and tail receding and mask settling back in place.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Ichigo asks, pressing his naked body up against Grimmjow’s and kissing the smooth skin of the Arrancar’s neck.
Grimmjow growls but tugs him closer and Ichigo smiles. He still finds it a little surprising that Grimmjow actually likes to cuddle, but he’s got a cat behavior book stashed under his bed and that helps him decipher his lover’s rapidly fluctuating moods. Of course, Grimmjow is much larger than a house cat, and nothing even close to domesticated, and a lot of habits that might be cute in a smaller animal are oftentimes just obnoxious. The kneading, for example.
Ichigo strokes a hand lazily down Grimmjow’s stomach and closes his eyes, hoping to sleep for a few more hours. He’s not sure if the Arrancar will stick around for much longer, but it’s the weekend and his family is at the beach, so Ichigo is still hopeful that he’ll get to spend a relaxing few days being fucked over any and all available surfaces.
A low rumble starts in Grimmjow’s chest and Ichigo pushes closer. Without a doubt, his favorite discovery about Grimmjow’s feline nature is the Arrancar’s ability to purr. He’s read somewhere that big cats can’t, but though it sounds like a low growl and is only present on the exhale, Ichigo nonetheless enjoys being pressed up close to Grimmjow’s warm, vibrating chest.
He drops off like that and doesn’t wake until sunlight is pouring through the blinds. He blinks sleepily and just like he thought, he finds that he’s alone. The spot Grimmjow had been sleeping in is still warm, though, and Ichigo doesn’t figure that the Arrancar’s gone very far.
He’s in the kitchen, clad only in boxers and standing over the frying pan when Grimmjow decides to make his appearance.
“Stop that,” Ichigo says when Grimmjow wraps strong arms around him and starts nipping at his ear, though the tone of his voice isn’t cross. “My pancakes are going to burn.”
“Tch. Fuck the pancakes,” Grimmjow snaps back, sliding a hand down the back of Ichigo’s boxers and squeezing, his fingers prodding at Ichigo’s hole.
“Five minutes, Grimm, just give me five minutes and you can have me however you like me.” That usually entails Grimmjow bending him over the nearest flat surface and fucking him, but Ichigo’s still just a teenager and isn’t going to complain about his lover’s apparent lack of imagination. He’s more about quantity anyway, rather than quality and likes it a little bit rough, so he’s content to let Grimmjow do whatever he pleases.
At least he’s getting laid, Ichigo figures.
When he’s done with the pancakes, he flips the burner off and turns to Grimmjow. “Fuck yeah,” the Arrancar says, and promptly bends Ichigo right over the kitchen counter, which is still covered in flour.
“Can’t wait to get me to bed?” Ichigo teases, gasping as Grimmjow rips his boxers right off of him.
“Nah, I just figured a change of scenery might be nice, is all.”
Ichigo feels Grimmjow shuddering behind him, murmuring a few words under his breath and he knows that the Arrancar is in his release form. He sucks on his own fingers, planning to stretch himself a little before Grimmjow gets ahead of himself; getting his insides torn up, accidental or not, by his lover’s claws is not really how Ichigo wants to go.
He hears Grimmjow moan when he reaches back and starts pushing. He’s still a little loose, a little slick from the night before and it doesn’t take much before he’s rocking back on his own hand and Grimmjow is snarling at him to hurry the fuck up.
Ichigo moans when Grimmjow’s teeth sink into the back of his neck and the arrancar mounts him, pushing his hand out of the way and working his cock in with shallow thrusts. Ichigo howls when Grimmjow starts pulling out; when the Arrancar is in his release state, like other cats, his cock is actually barbed and while it doesn’t hurt exactly, the sensation is sometimes more than Ichigo thinks he can handle.
Grimmjow is growling, breath scalding against the back of Ichigo’s neck, and it’s all the teen can do to hold on, knuckles gone white from his grip on the counter. He’s going to bruise, going to have to hide the livid purple teeth marks on his neck and dark, finger shaped contusions on his wrists, but really, he can’t bring himself to care.
It’s quickly becoming too much for him to take, his hole rubbed raw and aching and Ichigo just wants Grimmjow to come, to take him and mark him, claim him—
Ichigo howls when Grimmjow’s hand finds his weeping cock, wails spilling out of his mouth on each thrust. He can’t think, can’t see, can’t even draw another breath to call out Grimmjow’s name as he comes. Grimmjow is still holding his cock tightly in one come-covered hand and Ichigo thinks it’s too much, he’s too sensitive and can’t take anymore but then Grimmjow is coming too, his teeth closing harder around the muscle in Ichigo’s neck and then they’re slumped together, panting and sweaty and Grimmjow licks at the bite with his rough tongue.
Ichigo can feel it when Grimmjow transforms and winces when the blue haired man pulls out of him. He stays pressed up close, his tongue softer now, still licking at the bite he’s made.
“I need—” Ichigo begins shakily, “a shower.”
Grimmjow huffs an agreement against the back of his neck, but doesn’t move for a long time before moving and following Ichigo to the shower. Ichigo’s sore all over and wants nothing better than to sleep it off—it’s the weekend, after all—but they haven’t had sex in the shower yet and Grimmjow is going to want to, he already knows it.
He’s tempted to call Orihime up, but doesn’t want to see the look on her face while he explains why he needs to be patched up. He’ll just have to make do, he figures.
Grimmjow seems content though, to hold him close under the warm spray, keeping the kisses wet and slow, though not all together gentle. His chest is vibrating again and Ichigo presses close, mouthing the scar left by Zangetsu. They’ll fight again tomorrow, he knows, and Grimmjow will go back to Aizen and Ichigo will pretend to hate him.
Every time he turns his neck he’ll feel the twinge of healing teeth marks and one day he’s going to kill the blue haired Arrancar, without mercy and without regret, but he lets Grimmjow push him up against the glass of the shower door and pant obscenities in his ear anyway.
When Grimmjow wraps a hand around his half hard cock, he pushes these thoughts from his mind. He doesn’t want to think of Aizen when they’re like this, or Soul Society or Hollows; he can’t have this for much longer, so he focuses instead on memorizing the way Grimmjow fills him, moves inside him, and doesn’t allow himself to regret.
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As always, please let me know what you think. :3
Word count: ~ 1500
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“Grimm—fuck,” Ichigo swears, pulled out of sleep by the prick of claws on his back. He sits up and scowls down at the blue haired Arrancar in his bed. “Wake up, dammit!”
Grimmjow’s look of sleepy contentment vanishes as his eyes open. He stretches and yawns, jaw cracking, claws kneading the sheets beneath him. “The fuck’s your problem, Shinigami?”
“You keep kneading me while I’m sleeping! You broke the skin!”
“Stop being such a bitch,” Grimmjow says on another yawn, rolling over onto his back. “I know you can take it.” The arrancar examines his nails and finds that there is indeed blood on them. He licks it off with a pointed look at Ichigo; it’s not even that much, for crying out loud.
“That’s not the point. If you’re going to maul me in my sleep I’m going to make you sleep on the floor, you stupid cat—”
Grimmjow pins Ichigo to the bed and narrows his eyes, tail twitching. Ichigo’s bossy as hell, and normally the arrancar lets it slide, finds it kind of hot when he has to work to get Ichigo with his legs up in the air and moaning for his cock, but the kid’s been trying his patience lately. “You care to repeat that, berry?”
“Shit, Grimm. At least—” Grimmjow watches the boy backpedal and squirm beneath him. “You could at least not sleep in your release form, yeah?”
Grimmjow flops back down onto the bed, satisfied. “Whatever,” he says and a second later he looks relatively human again, ears and tail receding and mask settling back in place.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Ichigo asks, pressing his naked body up against Grimmjow’s and kissing the smooth skin of the Arrancar’s neck.
Grimmjow growls but tugs him closer and Ichigo smiles. He still finds it a little surprising that Grimmjow actually likes to cuddle, but he’s got a cat behavior book stashed under his bed and that helps him decipher his lover’s rapidly fluctuating moods. Of course, Grimmjow is much larger than a house cat, and nothing even close to domesticated, and a lot of habits that might be cute in a smaller animal are oftentimes just obnoxious. The kneading, for example.
Ichigo strokes a hand lazily down Grimmjow’s stomach and closes his eyes, hoping to sleep for a few more hours. He’s not sure if the Arrancar will stick around for much longer, but it’s the weekend and his family is at the beach, so Ichigo is still hopeful that he’ll get to spend a relaxing few days being fucked over any and all available surfaces.
A low rumble starts in Grimmjow’s chest and Ichigo pushes closer. Without a doubt, his favorite discovery about Grimmjow’s feline nature is the Arrancar’s ability to purr. He’s read somewhere that big cats can’t, but though it sounds like a low growl and is only present on the exhale, Ichigo nonetheless enjoys being pressed up close to Grimmjow’s warm, vibrating chest.
He drops off like that and doesn’t wake until sunlight is pouring through the blinds. He blinks sleepily and just like he thought, he finds that he’s alone. The spot Grimmjow had been sleeping in is still warm, though, and Ichigo doesn’t figure that the Arrancar’s gone very far.
He’s in the kitchen, clad only in boxers and standing over the frying pan when Grimmjow decides to make his appearance.
“Stop that,” Ichigo says when Grimmjow wraps strong arms around him and starts nipping at his ear, though the tone of his voice isn’t cross. “My pancakes are going to burn.”
“Tch. Fuck the pancakes,” Grimmjow snaps back, sliding a hand down the back of Ichigo’s boxers and squeezing, his fingers prodding at Ichigo’s hole.
“Five minutes, Grimm, just give me five minutes and you can have me however you like me.” That usually entails Grimmjow bending him over the nearest flat surface and fucking him, but Ichigo’s still just a teenager and isn’t going to complain about his lover’s apparent lack of imagination. He’s more about quantity anyway, rather than quality and likes it a little bit rough, so he’s content to let Grimmjow do whatever he pleases.
At least he’s getting laid, Ichigo figures.
When he’s done with the pancakes, he flips the burner off and turns to Grimmjow. “Fuck yeah,” the Arrancar says, and promptly bends Ichigo right over the kitchen counter, which is still covered in flour.
“Can’t wait to get me to bed?” Ichigo teases, gasping as Grimmjow rips his boxers right off of him.
“Nah, I just figured a change of scenery might be nice, is all.”
Ichigo feels Grimmjow shuddering behind him, murmuring a few words under his breath and he knows that the Arrancar is in his release form. He sucks on his own fingers, planning to stretch himself a little before Grimmjow gets ahead of himself; getting his insides torn up, accidental or not, by his lover’s claws is not really how Ichigo wants to go.
He hears Grimmjow moan when he reaches back and starts pushing. He’s still a little loose, a little slick from the night before and it doesn’t take much before he’s rocking back on his own hand and Grimmjow is snarling at him to hurry the fuck up.
Ichigo moans when Grimmjow’s teeth sink into the back of his neck and the arrancar mounts him, pushing his hand out of the way and working his cock in with shallow thrusts. Ichigo howls when Grimmjow starts pulling out; when the Arrancar is in his release state, like other cats, his cock is actually barbed and while it doesn’t hurt exactly, the sensation is sometimes more than Ichigo thinks he can handle.
Grimmjow is growling, breath scalding against the back of Ichigo’s neck, and it’s all the teen can do to hold on, knuckles gone white from his grip on the counter. He’s going to bruise, going to have to hide the livid purple teeth marks on his neck and dark, finger shaped contusions on his wrists, but really, he can’t bring himself to care.
It’s quickly becoming too much for him to take, his hole rubbed raw and aching and Ichigo just wants Grimmjow to come, to take him and mark him, claim him—
Ichigo howls when Grimmjow’s hand finds his weeping cock, wails spilling out of his mouth on each thrust. He can’t think, can’t see, can’t even draw another breath to call out Grimmjow’s name as he comes. Grimmjow is still holding his cock tightly in one come-covered hand and Ichigo thinks it’s too much, he’s too sensitive and can’t take anymore but then Grimmjow is coming too, his teeth closing harder around the muscle in Ichigo’s neck and then they’re slumped together, panting and sweaty and Grimmjow licks at the bite with his rough tongue.
Ichigo can feel it when Grimmjow transforms and winces when the blue haired man pulls out of him. He stays pressed up close, his tongue softer now, still licking at the bite he’s made.
“I need—” Ichigo begins shakily, “a shower.”
Grimmjow huffs an agreement against the back of his neck, but doesn’t move for a long time before moving and following Ichigo to the shower. Ichigo’s sore all over and wants nothing better than to sleep it off—it’s the weekend, after all—but they haven’t had sex in the shower yet and Grimmjow is going to want to, he already knows it.
He’s tempted to call Orihime up, but doesn’t want to see the look on her face while he explains why he needs to be patched up. He’ll just have to make do, he figures.
Grimmjow seems content though, to hold him close under the warm spray, keeping the kisses wet and slow, though not all together gentle. His chest is vibrating again and Ichigo presses close, mouthing the scar left by Zangetsu. They’ll fight again tomorrow, he knows, and Grimmjow will go back to Aizen and Ichigo will pretend to hate him.
Every time he turns his neck he’ll feel the twinge of healing teeth marks and one day he’s going to kill the blue haired Arrancar, without mercy and without regret, but he lets Grimmjow push him up against the glass of the shower door and pant obscenities in his ear anyway.
When Grimmjow wraps a hand around his half hard cock, he pushes these thoughts from his mind. He doesn’t want to think of Aizen when they’re like this, or Soul Society or Hollows; he can’t have this for much longer, so he focuses instead on memorizing the way Grimmjow fills him, moves inside him, and doesn’t allow himself to regret.
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As always, please let me know what you think. :3