Victory

Title: Victory
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, bondage, language, violence, torture
Summary: Grimmjow's longed for victory over Ichigo finally arrives.
Word Count: 2702
Notes: Originally posted on the latest Bleach Kinkmeme (hint, hint, please join in). Beta'd by tea_fiend and lady_rilwen. Probably AU, in that Grimmjow isn't dead and neither side has won yet.

Grimmjow growled and kicked Kurosaki in the stomach, his sharp claws drawing blood as he effectively blocked the Shinigami from reclaiming Tensa Zangetsu and turning the tide of the battle in his favour. The fucking brat was annoying enough without the blade, and with it he had the potential to become more than just a nuisance.

Grimmjow smirked at Kurosaki as he readied a Gran Rey Cero, enjoying the look of horror in the Shinigami's eyes (and what a delicious look it was) as the blue energy built up in his hands. This'd fucking settle Kurosaki, once and for fucking all. Letting the energy fly free towards Kurosaki, he waited for the scream of agony that would mark the Shinigami's last seconds on this plane of existence.

The scream didn't come though, and Grimmjow's eyes darted from side to side as he watched the cloud of debris for any sign of his black-clad opponent. He'd dodged, avoided the Cero somehow, and he could be anywhere by now. At least Zangetsu was still underneath Grimmjow's paw, and would be staying there as long as Grimmjow had a say in the matter.

He barely saw the attack in time to block it with his forearm, the spike there tearing into Kurosaki's calf and leaving a spray of bright red blood as the Shinigami jumped back. He was limping as he circled Grimmjow warily, looking for a way to drive the Arrancar away from Tensa Zangetsu so he could retrieve the sword and get the fight back onto an even footing.

"Give it up, Kurosaki. A human brat like you stands no chance've defeatin' me in hand ta hand combat," Grimmjow taunted. "Just fuckin' surrender and I might just kill ya quickly."

"Fuck you," Kurosaki retorted, the words oddly distorted as he used shunpo to flicker in and out of sight around Grimmjow, as if attempting to disorientate him. It wouldn't work, Grimmjow's senses were too sharp for him to fail to detect Kurosaki's precise location, but Grimmjow gave the boy points for trying. Kurosaki was as much of a predator as he himself was, when the fucking brat let go of his stupid human inhibitions anyway. To Grimmjow, this was not to be tolerated; two predators such as them could not coexist, even if one was in Hueco Mundo and the other in the Real World.

The next attack was harder to block, Kurosaki coming out of shunpo practically in his face, fist aimed right for Grimmjow's jaw. The panther-like Arrancar hissed angrily, bringing his right arm up, his inside forearm deflecting the blow millimetres away from contact with his face. As he spun away, Kurosaki's fingers brushed along the length of Grimmjow's ears, sending a shudder of arousal through the Arrancar, which he hid with an even angrier growl than before.

"Nice fuckin' try, Kurosaki. Next time ya won't get so fuckin' close, I promise." If Kurosaki touched his ear like that again, intentional or not, then he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. Only a few people had ever played with the sensitive appendages, and almost all of those had been as close to a trusted lover as you could get in Hueco Mundo.

"Awful cocky for a guy whose ass I've kicked once already, aren't you Grimmjow?" Kurosaki was on a rock several feet away, his eyes tinged with gold and black and his voice starting to become dual-toned as he regarded Grimmjow curiously. "Do you really think you stand a chance of beating me, just because I'm unarmed?"

"C'mon, Kurosaki. Yer hand to hand skills ain't worth shit, ya can't use fuckin' kidou and yer nowhere near as strong as me. The only thing ya got going fer ya is yer speed, and that won't help ya if ya want to get yer zanpakutou back."

"We'll see." Kurosaki vanished again, a massive geyser of sand flaring up around the now destroyed rock that he'd been sitting on.

"Fuckin' give it up already, Kurosaki," Grimmjow snarled, as he blocked a flurry of kicks and punches from the stubborn Shinigami, who kept pulling back before Grimmjow could bring his forearm spikes round to slice into soft flesh. Several more of the deflected punches brushed against Grimmjow's ears, making the Arrancar more and more frustrated with each contact.

"Kurosaki, ya touch my ears one more fuckin' time and yer'll fuckin' regret it!" Grimmjow yelled, when Kurosaki paused in his attacks to regain his breath and, if he was even half as intelligent as Aizen claimed he was, come up with a better strategy than blindly attacking someone whose weapons were a part of their body. When Kurosaki flickered out of view with shunpo yet again, Grimmjow groaned and braced for the attack. Kurosaki was as stubborn and unmoving as a rock.

Kurosaki came out of shunpo directly behind Grimmjow, within the feline Arrancar's guard and perfectly placed to grab Grimmjow's ears. Whirling, Grimmjow whirled round and whipped Kurosaki in the stomach with his tail, pulling his ears out of Kurosaki's rough grip just before it became painfully tight. The sensation of tight heat enclosing his ears, trying to keep a grip on them as he pulled away, made Grimmjow yowl with pleasure (those hands felt sinfully good and he wanted more of that touch, as long as he didn't have to admit it). Kurosaki had been warned.

He used his tail to grab Kurosaki around the waist, slamming him into the sand several times before throwing him at one of the few boulders nearby that hadn't already been shattered by a powerful attack. It disintegrated as Kurosaki struck it head first, and the Shinigami lay there unmoving, stunned by the force of the throw and the landing.

Focusing his reiatsu, Grimmjow resealed Pantera, his armour, tail and mane flowing off his body and returning to the shape of a sheathed katana, which he quickly drew. With a quick burst of Sonido, he pounced on Kurosaki, flipping him over to his back and pinning him to the ground with Pantera at his throat.

"I fuckin' warned ya, Kurosaki. Thought ya'd be smart 'nough not ta touch my ears if I said not ta." Kurosaki was squirming under him, but the razor sharp sword at his throat dissuaded him from making any attempts to get free.

Kurosaki's struggles increased as Grimmjow untied his sash one handed (but not his hakama, not yet, not until Kurosaki wanted this as much as he did), but he didn't seem willing to press too hard against the blade still at his throat.

"This is yer own fault, Kurosaki. If yer'd left my ears alone I would'a just kicked yer ass when I got bored of yer pathetic flailin' around." Grimmjow wrestled Kurosaki's arms above his head, tying them securely with his own sash. "Ya fuckin' deserve this fer gettin' me worked up." Kurosaki still tried to escape, clubbing his bound hands into the back of Grimmjow's head with a hammer blow that made the Arrancar see stars. "Will ya fuckin' give up already, Kurosaki?" Grimmjow forced Kurosaki's hands back above his head with one hand and withdrew Pantera from the Shinigami's neck with the other. Before he could renew his struggles, Grimmjow twirled Pantera and slammed it through Kurosaki's hands and into the ground, pinning him tight as he screamed from the fresh pain.

"You sick bastard," Kurosaki spat defiantly. He met Grimmjow's eyes for a few seconds, glaring angrily, before looking away. Grimmjow grabbed his chin and forced him to look up again, savouring the fear creeping into those brown eyes before they closed. Kurosaki's emotions were clear to read, and he knew it and was trying to hide them.

"Look at me, Kurosaki. I won't fuckin' stand fer bein' ignored, ya hear me?" Grimmjow tore at Kurosaki's clothes, easily shredding his long, ragged coat, baring the Shinigami's scarred and tanned torso to Grimmjow's view. "If ya won't look at me on yer own..."

Grimmjow smirked as he twisted Kurosaki's nipple beyond the point of pleasurable play and into the territory where the Shinigami was likely to feel like it was being torn off, no matter what his pain threshhold. For a second he debated whether or not to actually do it, to see if he could make him scream so loud that Grimmjow could force the scrap of bloody flesh down his throat (the only flesh he would dare put there, at least before Kurosaki was well and truly broken, he wasn't so stupid as to think Kurosaki wouldn't bite after all) and make him swallow it or choke, but he held back. There would be time for that later, once the pure arousal created by Kurosaki's touch had been sated. He'd gotten what he wanted though: Kurosaki's eyes were wide open, fear and pain and confusion all swirling in those brown depths. He wasn't screaming though, as Grimmjow thought he would, his jaw locked tight and his nostrils flaring rapidly.

"Ya don't know when ta give in, do ya? If ya'd screamed then, I wouldn't have ta do this..." Grimmjow attacked Kurosaki's other nipple the same way, drawing blood with sharp fingernails for extra pain. Kurosaki did scream this time, a howl of pain and fear that made Grimmjow shudder with lust. Destroying Kurosaki mentally and physically would be fun, for him at least.

Grimmjow released Kurosaki's nipples as the scream trailed off into stifled whimpers, Kurosaki's attempt to regain some of his tattered pride. "Yer pathetic, Kurosaki. Yer a weak, sorry excuse fer a human. I guess yer lucky ya can't take a warning. Ya get ta live a little longer than if ya had." He punctuated his words with nips and licks to Kurosaki's neck and shoulders, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to confuse the Shinigami. He lapped up the blood sluggishly flowing from the gouges on Kurosaki's chest as well, before kissing him with bloodstained lips.

"Yer blood tastes good, Kurosaki. Fear and pain is such a wonderful flavour." Grimmjow leaned down to lap at the blood still flowing from the shallow, far more so than he'd thought, claw marks on Kurosaki's stomach.

"Stop it! Freak! Bastard! Pervert!" Kurosaki hissed, his body trembling under Grimmjow's ministrations. Grimmjow looked up and grinned at Kurosaki, flashing bloody fangs as he did so.

"Yer in no fuckin' position ta make demands," Grimmjow growled. When Kurosaki snarled wordlessly at him in response, he smirked and gently ran the back of his hand down the side of Kurosaki's face. "Ya asked fer this, 'member."

Grimmjow ground down on Kurosaki's hips, angling so that their cloth-covered erections brushed against each other (so hard, so needy, want more, need more). The litany of insults from the Shinigami trailed off as he arched his back, trying to get more contact with Grimmjow, who pulled back with a wicked grin.

Kurosaki glared at the Arrancar heatedly. "You're a bastard, Grimmjow. Let me go and I won't kick your ass as soon as you free my hands. You know you won't get away with this."

"That's where yer wrong, Kurosaki. Yer in no state ta fight a regular Hollow, let 'lone an Espada. And as long as I don't cause trouble fer Aizen, I can do whatever I want ta ya." Grimmjow leaned low and whispered gloatingly in Kurosaki's ear, "As fer yer friends, ya came here alone, didn't ya? They don't know where ya are, and so they won't be comin' ta help ya."

"Bastard!" Kurosaki spat, twisting under Grimmjow in an attempt to unseat the Arrancar.

"Yer that desperate ta get down ta business, Kurosaki?" Grimmjow purred, enjoying the dark flush that spread across Kurosaki's face and neck. He hadn't thought that there was enough blood left in the Shinigami's upper body for him to turn that shade of red. "I'm starting ta hurt here, so I guess I'll oblige ya this time... slut."

Tearing away Kurosaki's hakama and shorts (who the fuck wore shorts under their clothes?) with even more ease than he had the rest of Kurosaki's clothes, ignoring the scratches he accidentally tore in Kurosaki's thighs in the process, Grimmjow took a moment to savour the sight in front of him. Covered in streaks of his own blood, dark bruises forming under tanned skin, wrists bound and hands pinned by a sword through them and completely naked apart from his footwear, Kurosaki was a beautiful sight. The terror written plain on his face, despite his attempts to cover it with anger and disgust, only made him more wonderful to Grimmjow's eyes.

A scrap of cloth fluttering in the wind made Grimmjow grin ferally, an idea forming in his head. Snatching at the black fabric, Grimmjow shredded it further until only a thin strip was left in his hand. "Since ya won't behave, slut, ya don't deserve ta come. And 'cause I can't trust ya not ta do as yer told, I'm gonna have to make sure ya don't." Kurosaki seemed to have lost control over his own body (and what a beautiful look it was, that ever-changing mix of betrayal and fear and lust displayed so openly on that usually confident face), his hips thrusting up into Grimmjow's hand as the Arrancar tied the strip of cloth around the base of his erection.

Despite his obvious arousal, Kurosaki actually attempted to back away as Grimmjow undid his own hakama, seemingly forgetting about his restraints in his terror. A hand placed firmly on his hip, nails digging painfully into hard flesh, stopped the attempt. Kurosaki was shaking his head, muttering something under his breath, his eyes pleading with Grimmjow to stop. Taking a firmer grip of Kurosaki's hips, with both hands this time, Grimmjow pulled his ass up and placed Kurosaki's thrashing legs on either side of his waist.

"Hold still, slut, or this'll hurt ya even more. Not that I care, but I'm bein' nice by givin' ya the warnin'." Grimmjow pushed into Kurosaki's ass with a single thrust, smirking as he screamed and shook and kicked in protest. Grimmjow's fingers dug further into Kurosaki's hips as he tried to control himself (so hot, so tight, deliciously so, better than anyone he'd ever had and there was no way Kurosaki had ever done this before), determined not to finish so quickly.

The feel of blood trickling over his cock as he thrust nearly pushed Grimmjow over the edge, and he pulled out roughly before it could do so. "Ya don't deserve me coming in ya, slut. Ya ain't done nothing ta deserve that, 'cept fer bein' a tight ass." Raising himself to his knees, Grimmjow took his erection in hand, need making his grip rough as he stroked himself to completion, spilling his seed over Kurosaki's naked chest and stomach.

Standing up on shaky legs, Grimmjow pulled his hakama back up and retied them, smirking as he looked down at Kurosaki (a gorgeous work of art, covered in his own blood and his enemy's seed, naked and used, the evidence of how much he wanted to be taken again clear for anyone to see). Grimmjow pulled Pantera from Kurosaki's hands and used the sash binding the Shinigami's wrists to drag him to his feet. A burst of sonido later and they were outside of Las Noches' main gate.

Kurosaki dug his heels into the shifting sand, resisting Grimmjow's pull towards the gargantuan fortress. Grimmjow growled, spinning round and slamming Pantera's hilt into his captive's (his toy, whether Aizen approved or not) face. "I'm gonna take ya in there, and I'm gonna drag ya through the halls of Las Noches to Aizen's throne room, and every time I see another Arrancar I'm gonna push ya against the nearest wall and make sure that they know who ya fuckin' belong ta, that they can see how much ya really like to be fucked, and there's nothin' ya can do about it."

With that he yanked at Kurosaki's wrists, dragging him through the gates and into the sterile whiteness that lay beyond them. He'd take the long way there, so as many Arrancar as possible could see his bruised, blood and semen-stained captive, and know that Grimmjow was still not to be messed with.