Binge Drinking and it's side effects

Greetings. Awhile ago Kazes and I got together to wrist a one shot with Szayl/Nnoitra where we took the same prompt and wrote our own versions. It's known as Lab Hazards and was posted by Kazes. Well we had so much fun we decided to do it again.

Like before there are two one shots here. One written by me the other by Kazes. We took the same idea and wrote out a story to see how they would compare. I am posting both stories here.


The prompt this time was GrimmjowxStark and drunk


Without further ado

Binge Drinking and why it isn't good for you kids: You could end up a parent........
By: Nova Alexandria

The party was in full swing and even those who normally were rather silent were letting loose and several gallons of alcohol had been consumed. It was rather amusing to see how some of the Espada, and a good number of their fraccion, handled being totally sloshed, and sloshed they were for it was a direct order from their ‘god’ to ‘have a good time’ before the war took off. As such even Ulquiorra and Stark had consumed a fair amount.

Yammy was roaring out tavern songs with Barragan of all people. Both had foaming mugs in hand they would drain after each verse only to have them quickly refilled by whichever one of Barragan’s fraccion happened to be closer and not unconscious on the floor yet.

Halibel was up on the table with the rest of the female fraccion, minus Lilienette. Most of their clothing was gone as they danced ‘in tune’ to the tavern songs, they even sang a bit when they knew the words, to the joyful cries of most of the other men in the room watching the show.

Ulquiorra was off in a corner going on about how stubborn the human woman was and randomly breaking out into Shakespeare lines or other random poetry drivel. Alternating emotions running across his features from anger to grief to confusion to god knew what emotion that one was.

Nnoitra was watching the girls dance, slumped over the table looking up their skirts with a blush on his face and drool rolling down to pool on the table. Tesla by his side mimicking him.

Szayel sat beside them and was writing out the chemical formula for what they were drinking with wet trails on the table, frowning when it would dry and he would have to start all over again.

Aaroniero’s two heads were floating in their tube with their eyes crossed, a line attached to their cylinder directly fed them the alcohol. Zommari was running around the room half naked calling out praise for Aizen-sama.

Lilinette was pouting and screaming in outrage to Ggio, who was telling her she was too young to have anything to drink and she was shouting back she was both taller and older than him.

The two ended up rolling about on the floor. About half a minute later the punches and kicks turned into kisses and cloth removing as they disappeared under a table a few minutes later, moans coming out and they didn’t sound like they were from pain.

“Now that was unexpected.” Grimmjow chuckled to himself, enjoying the show his fellow arrancar were putting on. “Need to get these brats sloshed more often.”

Unlike the rest of them he knew how to moderate his intake. Stark was sitting beside him, one eye raised as he looked to where his fraccion had disappeared and seemed to be trying to decide weather he should go stop the two of them or let it lie.

“Leave ‘em be.” Grimmjow didn’t even turn to face him but had heard the slight shift in the mans position indicating he was getting ready to get up. “We both know she’s old enough despite her bodies appearance and Ggio is half decent enough not to make a thing about it.”

After a moment of internal debate Stark rested back in his seat again, taking a small sip of his drink, a small smile suddenly touching his lips.

“Do I want to know?” Grimmjow asked wearily.

“ ‘Can I keep it.’ ” Was Stark’s answer.

Grimmjow scowled as the old memory popped into his brain from what felt like an age ago.

A small girl that should have been easy prey, a rather humiliating defeat, a long drag through the desert by the tail until he had been brought before a being with so much spiritual pressure it was almost impossible to breath, and a small cute, female voice asking the other if ‘they could keep the kitty.’

It was the first time he had ever met the two of them, both of them Vasto Lorde and in full human form already while he was still an up and coming Adjucas who hadn’t found a pack yet. He had expected to die that day, in more ways than one.

The elder male had pointed out keeping it would probably kill it under their spiritual pressure before long. The girl had pouted, but had let him go and they had left, leaving him recovering in shock on the desert floor. Not only had they not eaten him, but that they hadn’t ‘eaten’ him either.

If it was one thing Grimmjow hated it was debts, and he owed a large one to Stark for that day. One that had as yet to be called upon and truthfully he couldn’t think of anything that could be done to pay him back for not only his life, but his evolution.

Another glance around the room showed a good portion of them were now either passed out or starting to pair up. Nnoitra had a rather large eyed expression on his face when Halibel grabbed him and dragged him under the table, fortunately a different one then the one Lilinette and Ggio had disappeared under.

Tesla seemed shocked his master had suddenly disappeared but it was quickly forgotten when Sun-sun dragged him down right behind her mistress. There was a yelp that sounded like Nnoitra, followed quickly by heavy moans.

“Time to leave I think.” Grimmjow yawned, looking over at his drinking companion to note he was already asleep.

With a sigh he got up and stretched before dragging the brown haired man to his feet, one arm over his shoulder and making a retreat before someone decided to take advantage of his vulnerability.

The walk back to Stark’s room was a long and difficult one. While Grimmjow would say he wasn’t sloshed he still was drunk enough that walking straight was not an easy thing, made more difficult by the dead weight of his companion.

“Oh screw it, everyone is sloshed or asleep anyway. No one will see it.” He grunted to himself before shifting their positions so he was carrying his cargo bridal style.

He turned the corner and froze, wide blue eyes meeting wide smile.

“Good evening Grimm-kun.” Gin smiled at him. “Had a good party?”

“Yes. If you will excuse me, I need to get him to bed before Lilinette has a freak session.” He tried to sound as nonchalant as he could while inching past the ex-shinigami.

“O’ course. Have a good evening.”

“Yeah, you to.” He made it around the next corner and into Stark’s room without meeting anyone else and sighing in relief.

“That was well played.” The supposed ‘dead to the world’ man’s voice sounded highly amused.

Grimmjow looked down at him in surprise before just dropping him to land painfully on the floor.

“You were awake?” He demanded. “And I carried your sorry ass all the way back to your room.”

Stark shrugged from the floor.

“Why walk when you can get a ride. I never asked you to bring me back to my room.”

Grimmjow glowered like a pissed cat.

“I can see up your hakama from here.” Stark commented lazily.

“Pervert.” Grimmjow growled, but made no motion to move.

Few women evolved into the higher ranks of hollow hood and as such sexual boundaries were not something that they thought too much about. One was lucky if they could find a female mate, hence Stark’s silent over protectiveness of Lilinette and Nnoitra’s obsession with proving himself.

“See something you like?” He countered after Stark still hadn’t moved.

“Maybe.” The man answered.

Now that was not the response he had been expecting and he snapped his gaze down to notice Stark was still looking up his pants with a small smile and slightly blushed cheeks. Apparently alcohol had an interesting effect on him.

Grimmjow studied the man laying on the floor below him. As specimens went Stark was an attractive catch and that was definitely thinly veiled lust in the mans face, but holding it back was something else.

It was indeed lonely at the top and when under the influence of mating hormones all Hollow lost some of their tight control over their reiatsu. In Stark’s case a mess up would be fatal to almost anyone in the fortress leaving him few options for sexual relief.

Stark had made his proposition clear, now all he was waiting for was permission to continue with the courtship and truthfully, though he would never admit it to anyone, he was honoured the 1st thought he could handle him.

“I assure you I am far more impressive up close.” He grinned down.

He had accepted. A yelp was all he got out before he found himself pressed into a bed in another room, not even realizing Stark had moved until he was pinned under him. Apparently being sloshed had done nothing to curb his speed or power.

Power that was now free of restraint and choking the air around them. Grimmjow felt a hint of fear before forcing it aside with a growl and raising his own reiatsu as high as it would go to cushion him from the crushing force being exerted.

“Dear god when was the last time he got any.” He wondered dazed as Stark let every one of his inhibitions go and was practically mauling him.

His vest was shoved down his shoulders and then tossed away to land somewhere in the room. His hakama where the next to be all but torn off. He didn’t remain motionless himself, helping the other out of his clothing and laying small bite marks over the chest being presented to him.

All too quickly he was naked beneath the other, who paused his ravishing to gaze down the body of his selected mate and seemed to be pleased with what he saw for his reiatsu leaped another level and almost smothered him.

Grimmjow struggled to breath under the crushing force, taking deep breaths and staring intently up at the man towering over him. This was going to be tricky and could even result in his death if he wasn’t careful.

Ever so slowly he surrendered to the force crushing against him, letting it wrap around him. He held his fear in check for if he panicked and brought his power against the other force at this stage it would crush him as a threat.

The power of the other slowly enveloped him before penetrating him, causing him to gasp as the power played over and through his body. He clamped down hard on his own before it rose up at the threat.

Sweat quickly covered his body as the power played over him and he fought to keep calm and his own power under control. He trembled at the force moving through him, power he could never even dream of obtaining and before long he was panting with the exertion of surviving it and was soaked in sweat.

Stark remained perfectly still above him with an expressionless face and looking not the least bit disturbed by the power war. Their eyes were locked together as the silent power struggle played out.

Finally, after an eternity of tight control, his own reiatsu was completely dominated by the other and synchronized. It was still somewhat hard to breath but it was more like a ‘hot summer day difficult’ than ‘trying to breath through a think piece of cloth shoved in his face’ difficult.

The brown eyes gazing into his deep blue ones seemed very pleased shortly before he found his partners mouth nibbling on his neck, tongue darting out to lick up the beads of sweat that rolled off his skin.

He remained still while he caught his breath and let the other explore his body. He had taken many partners in the past of both sexes but never before had be been the one courted by someone of such a high level. He had a sudden new respect for his partners for being able to do this.

Breath regained as much as he was ever going to get back this night he moved his hands along his partners back, running his fingers over the defined muscles and tracing the edge of the hole going through the mans chest.

A soft moan was his reward and his partners mouth trailed further down his body, still lapping at his skin and divulging from its straight downward course only to skirt around the edge of his own hole and continue until he reached the top of the blue curls.

With little more to reach he buried his fingers in his partners hair and began to massage Stark’s scalp with his nails, earning another pleased moan. Shortly after sparks exploded in front of his eyes when that warm cavern finished its trek and latched around its target.

His hips shot off of the bed before being pressed back down by a firm hand. He thrashed and struggled only to have his hips held completely still by his partners hands holding him steady.

“Stop.” He begged. “I can’t.” He gasped.

The torture did not stop no matter how hard he tried to thrash or pull the other one off of him with his hands. He let out a yowl as he exploded and collapsed against the bed panting.

He didn’t resist when he was shifted to lay on his stomach and was only dimly aware of the warm liquid drizzling between his peeks, his own semen caught and retained to be used to prepare him.

When the first finger prodded him he shifted uncomfortably for a moment until the liquid made the passage easy. A second finger caused him to whimper a bit and try once again to shift away from the discomfort, only to be held still by a kiss to his lower back and a hand on his hip. The third caused him to try and escape before the pain clouded down to something more manageable as he was stretched.

He had never bottomed before and he felt that respect for his past partners rising again. The portion of Stark’s reiatsu that was dominating his own flowed warmly through him, easing his discomfort.

The fingers were removed and he was pulled up to his hands and knees, his legs forced slightly apart to permit the other more space between them. He felt the other at his entrance and braced himself for the pain he knew had to be coming.

Instead he felt a hand reach around and stroke him softly while another attacked one of his nipples. Lost in the duel sensations his body relaxed and the spear of blood and muscle plunged into his ready and relaxed body with minimal resistance, ramming all the way in to the sheath.

He cried out in shock and slight pain before gritting his teeth and breathing heavily as the other rested in him. Not once did Stark stop his own ministration and after a moment Grimmjow relaxed a bit.

Sensing he was ready Stark began to move slowly at first before picking up the pace, his hands going to Grimmjows hips to hold him in place as he brought his thrust from slow and steady into deep, hard, and fast.

Grimmjow gasped and grunted below him, head bowed and sweat running down his body. He could feel the others reiatsu almost chocking him to death and he struggled to breath. It was so strong it was almost visible to the naked eye.

“Stark.” He stuttered, his arms started to tremble under the weight of the others thrusts and reiatsu.

He gasped when he felt the others reiatsu start to burn into him and his arms did give way. Stark didn’t stop in the least and kept the pace, holding his hips in place. He whimpered a bit and forced himself back up to stare over his shoulder at the one pounding into him.

Brown eyes stared into blue once again. While Grimmjow was soaked in sweat and panting heavily, Stark looked completely fine and normal, his eyes surprisingly clear.

“What?” He gasped, hardly able to get his brain straight to form the thought.

What the hell was Stark doing to him? Yes he had never been the one on the receiving end before but he was damn sure this part was wrong. It felt like… like Stark was giving him some of his own power.

Stark’s eyes bore into his, his face set into a serious expression Gimmjow had never seen before.

“I want to make an exchange.” he said calmly.

Exchange? How the hell could Stark possibly even be thinking straight when he should be fully smashed and sex driven?

He couldn’t even bring himself to think straight and it took a moment for the words to register. Somehow Stark seemed to know that the sentence had registered for he spoke again.

“I will give you some of my power in exchange for a favour.”

His eyes widened in shock at the offer while another part of his brain wondered how in the seven hells Stark was able to keep up the heavy pace. Each forward thrust burned more power into him.

“Favour?” He managed to get out somehow, wondering what he could possibly offer the strongest of them all to warrant such a gift.

Once power was giving it was gone. Stark was offering him one of the only ways to gain more power, and by the feel of it a large amount. Enough that he would be able to stand toe to toe with Ulquiorra, at least for a bit.

Another deep thrust sent him back to his chest and his hand dug into the sheets until they were white. This time though Stark remained deep inside him, pausing in his thrusting. He leaned down until his lips were by his ear.

“Should the unthinkable happen, should we fail, I want you to promise me one thing.”

“What?” He managed to gasp.

“Lilinette. No matter what happens, take care of her with your life. Before you answer realize this, the power I will give you will FORCE you to comply. Will you do it?”

Power in exchange for taking care of Lilinette…. forever. Power and in return having to take care of the hyper girl until the end of time. Where in the seven hells was Stark even getting the idea that the pathetic shinigami were even a threat?

He couldn’t focus, not with the arrancar buried to the hilt in him with the reiatsu burning against his own.

“Why me?” His brain finally processed enough to ask.

“Because I know how much you hate being in debt. A life for a life.” Stark whispered in his ear.

He closed his eyes, body still trembling. Stark was right. He hated debts and he owed his life to this man. Power to take care of the squirt should the worse happen. With a snarl he forced himself back up onto his hands.

“Do it.” He snarled.

Stark grinned and resumed thrusting into him at a far faster rate. Each thrust forward caused more of Starks reiatsu to burn into him, causing him to cry out in pain despite himself.

It felt like an eternity later when the reiatsu finished burning into him. His brain slowly came back to reality and still Stark was pounding into him, only now the 1st’s hands moved from his hips to wrap around his flaccid member and started pumping him.

Grimmjow quit grinding his teeth in pain from the power burning into him. Instead he ground them in a mixture of pleasure from his groin and the pain from his rear, as it was getting rather dry back there.

The pain became obsolete as Stark hit something in him that caused him to see stars for a moment. Stark hit it again and Grimmjow’s grunts of pain quickly became yowls of pleasure. With a roar he came, his fluid shooting out to soak the bed, or rather soak it a bit more than it already was from his sweat.

He would have collapsed in exhaustion if Stark’s hands hadn’t held him in place. In another fifteen deep thrusts he felt Stark shutter on top of him and hot fluid jet into him. The last of the reiatsu burned permanently into him, the rest retreating back where it belonged.

Stark finally let him go and he collapsed onto the soaked bed, Stark’s weight landing on him briefly before rolling off to the side. Grimmjow had just enough strength left to notice that Stark appeared to be completely exhausted and already unconscious before following him into slumber.



“Oh hell.” An enraged shout caused Grimmjow to leap awake before quickly collapsing back down again.

His ears were ringing, his head was pounding, his vision was shot, every muscle in his body felt like it had been burnt, and his ass and lower back was killing him. He clutched his head and groaned in agony, dimly aware he was laying on something that reeked of sweat and sex and was soaking wet.

The sound of soft snoring came from beside him and a glance to the side showed a passed out Stark, completely naked. Memories from last night flashed through his brain and he shot up again in shock.

“What the hell Stark? That’s my god damn bed you messed up.” Lilinette shouted in rage. “You owe me a new bed.”

Stark continued to snore lightly and Grimmjow wondered how in the seven hells he was able to sleep through her ranting.

The last cobwebs seemed to clear from his brain and he grinned at her in such a way she stopped mid rant.

“How was your night with Barragan’s kitty-cat?” He asked.

She opened and closed her mouth several times doing a good impression of a goldfish. Her cheeks were bright red, and her face went from rage to embarrassment and back again. Finally she seemed to settle on rage.

“At least we didn’t bring it to someone else’s bed and wreak theirs.” She growled.

“Lilinette.” Stark spoke up without twitching a single hair from his place on the bed.

“What?” She snapped.

“You can keep the kitty.” He declared.

She stared at him in shock for a moment.

“Both of them?” She asked hesitantly.

“Hai.”

“Yes.” She whooped. “You still owe me a new bed though.”

Suddenly Grimmjow wondered what he had gotten himself into.