Distraction

Title: Distraction
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dub-con, yaoi, language
Summary: Grimmjow's distraction of Ichigo takes a turn that he wasn't expecting
Word Count: 1,254
Notes: Written for a pornandkittens enemy sex prompt. ETA: beta'd version now up, thanks to agenttrojie of LJ.

Ichigo raised Zangetsu warily, bankai command ready to drop from his lips, as he watched Grimmjow's sweaty, panting, hot form approach him. Wait, what was that thought? Did he really just think Grimmjow fucking Jaegerjaques was hot? Apparently he did, and his teenaged fucking libido needed a reminder that the blue-haired man was an Arrancar working for Aizen before being drop-kicked off a building and out of Ichigo's subconscious mind.

Grimmjow paused several feet away from Ichigo, nostrils flaring as a smirk crept across his face. Ichigo blinked and the Arrancar vanished, disappearing in a burst of static sound and reappearing behind Ichigo, his zanpakutou held loosely against the orange-haired teenager's throat.

"It seems to me like you have a bit of a problem there," Grimmjow whispered, hot breath ghosting across Ichigo's ear and making him shudder. "Do you want a hand with that?"

Ichigo slammed his head backwards, feeling the crack of Grimmjow's nose under the back of his skull and ignoring the bite of Pantera as it cut into the skin of his throat before he was out of range of the sharp blade. Grimmjow's body had felt wonderful pressed against his back, but he wasn't going to admit that to one of his worst enemies, no fucking way.

"Fuck off, bastard, I don't know what you're talking about." Ichigo charged, swinging Zangetsu towards Grimmjow's unprotected left side while the Arrancar attempted to stem the bloodflow from his nose. To his frustration Grimjow caught the black blade in his hand, ignoring the reiatsu laden edge digging into his hand as he leered at Ichigo.

"Are you sure about that, Kurosaki?" Grimmjow pulled, tearing Zangetsu out of Ichigo's grip and throwing it to the rooftop below them, letting Pantera go to fall on top of it. "Cause I can definitely smell arousal on you right now."

"Sm...smell? You sick freak, stop sniffing me!" Ichigo glared at Grimmjow for just a second before he Shunpo'd towards Zangetsu, only to find that Grimmjow's Sonido was faster and a muscular arm wrapped itself around his waist when he was inches away from grabbing the cloth-wrapped hilt. "Get off me, bastard."

"Don't wanna," Grimmjow pulled Ichigo closer, resting his head on the teenager's shoulder to avoid a repetition of the earlier headbutt. "I'm comfortable where I am."

"I'm telling you to...aah," Ichigo gasped, pressing backwards into Grimmjow as the Arrancar dug sharp teeth into his shoulder. Grimmjow chuckled against Ichigo's skin as he lapped up the flowing blood with his rough tongue, enjoying the soft moans that Ichigo was trying to stifle. "Stop that."

"Why? It seems like you're enjoying it," Grimmjow spun Ichigo round, hooking his right leg around Ichigo's so that the teenager fell to the hard surface of the roof with Grimmjow straddling him. The shocked look in those brown eyes made Grimmjow's cock twitch.

"I said 'stop it' you Hollow bastard."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, wondering when Ichigo would use a different insult. He cut off the teen's next complaint, no doubt to do with the eye roll, with a brutal kiss, his lips slamming into Ichigo's so hard that the back of Ichigo's skull collided with the roof. "Make me," Grimmjow challenged, grinding his hips against Ichigo as if daring him to think coherently about doing anything not directly connected to the parties in their pants. Ichigo gave a drawn out moan and tangled calloused fingers in Grimmjow's hair, pulling the Arrancar back down for another searing kiss.

"You asked for this," Grimmjow barely resisted the urge to yelp as Ichigo flipped him over, leaving him on his back on the cold concrete with a horny, willing teenager straddling his waist, a definite leer in brown eyes tinted with just a hint of gold and black. Grimmjow gasped and moaned as Ichigo went to work on his chest with a surprising amount of skill, absently wondering who had taught Ichigo just how to do that and how he could repay them in an only-nearly-fatal way. He should probably be fighting to regain his position on top now, but Ichigo's mouth was on his cock (so fucking tight and wet and fuck there was the tongue and how the hell did Ichigo get his hakama off without him noticing anyway?) and he decided to let the teenager take this the way he wanted. Maybe if he played nice this time Ichigo would be willing to repeat this encounter in the future.

Ichigo's question of why he had lube in his hakama was answered with a growled 'shut up and put your mouth back on my cock'. Grimmjow thought that maybe telling Ichigo that he had been in the middle of hunting down (and he meant that literally) one of his regular sex toys with the intention of fucking him into the nearest hard surface when Aizen had summoned him and ordered him to distract Ichigo probably wasn't the smartest idea, especially when they both knew that this wasn't the form of distraction that the wannabe-god meant.

"Oi, who said you was on top, fucker?" Grimmjow attempted to get up when two slick fingers pressed into his ass, not having expected Ichigo to go quite that far with this dominant streak that he seemed to have uncovered. A soft growl (oh fuck was that the dual tone that came with Ichigo's freaky mask) answered him and he was slammed back into the roof (it was the mask, had to be the mask 'cause Ichigo wasn't that strong and oh god touch that spot again please) as Ichigo chuckled.

"You had your chance to dominate me earlier, Arrancar," Grimmjow saw that the gold and black tint to Ichigo's eyes was even more prominent than before, "and you should have taken it then if you wanted it."

Grimmjow glared up at Ichigo but didn't protest as Ichigo slammed into him, accepting that the teenager had a point this time. He clawed at Ichigo's back, tearing through the teenager's kimono and ripping bloody lines in muscled flesh that caused Ichigo to cry out in pain and excitement. The bite he'd given Ichigo earlier was returned, only with more force, and he moaned when Ichigo kissed him with lips covered in his own blood and sweat. This was definitely worth submitting to someone else for.

It was over too soon in Grimmjow's opinion, and he lay there panting with Ichigo's cum dribbling down his thighs and his own splattered across their chests and staining Ichigo's black kimono and hakama with evidence of their actions. The strange tint was receding from Ichigo's eyes now, leaving only confused brown behind along with a delicious blush spreading across tanned cheeks.

"We don't mention this, bastard," Ichigo hastily refastened his uniform, scowling when he realised that Zangetsu's strap had somehow ended up all the way down on the street. "Understand?"

"No problems, Berry," Grimmjow reclaimed Pantera, smug that all his belongings were still on the rooftop, even if he was having slight trouble moving, "I'm not exactly in a rush to tell anyone that a fucking brat topped me." He cocked his head to the side, listening to a message only he could hear. "Seems like whatever I was meant to be distracting you from is done. See ya around."

Grimmjow opened a Garganta hastily, not wanting to still be there when Ichigo's brain caught up with that last statement. Maybe they could repeat this, when the human brat inevitably tried to get back what had just been stolen from him.