Separate Creatures

“God, what the fuck is it with ya Vizards, ya think you’re so different then us?! Ya think you’re so much better?! Well, you’re not! So get the fuck used to it!” Grimmjow was beyond tired of all the words being thrown back and forth. Fuck! It was like the stupid, blonde bastard didn’t even want to fight! He was just egging him on and it was fucking annoying! It had seemed like hours that they had just been throwing insults and comments around. “Get your skinny ass down here and fight before I knock you out of the fucking sky! I’m tired of you screwing with my battles!”

“Che, is that all ya think about? Fightin’?” Shinji grinned at that, easily flipping himself over and landing gracefully on the ground. It kind of grated on him, being called all the names but, he could deal with it. After all, a Vizard was much more civilized then an Arrancar, right? “I just want ya ta leave, I don’t want ta fight ya or screw with your battles or any of that shit. I just want ya ta go away.” He shook his head, sighing under his breath as he stepped towards the blue haired man but still stayed carefully out of reach. “We ain’t nothin’ alike, Arrancar, we are two totally separate creatures.”

“Separate creatures?” Grimmjow asked, breaking into a bout of laughter almost immediately after. “You’re given yourself too much credit! All we are are a couple o’ abominations made by a man with too much time on his hands! Don’t forget who made you!” He stepped forward, a dangerous grin stretching across his face as he got within touching distance of the other man. Neither of them had drawn their swords as of yet and he doubted they would. His mind definitely wasn’t on fighting anymore; it was focused on proving to Shinji just how much alike they really were… again.

“Ya don’t think we’re alike?” Grimmjow’s voice was low, the grin he was sporting turning a bit darker, a bit more dangerous. “We’re more alike then ya think, Vizard.” His hand shot out then, grabbing the annoying tie that the man always wore and yanking hard on it, throwing him back into the wall that he had been leaning against. He pushed up against him then, holding onto the tie to force Shinji’s head up. “We’re both half hollow, half shinigami.” He leaned forward at that, chuckling low in his throat. “We both have those… primal urges that all hollows have.” He shoved his thigh between the other mans legs then, pinning him against the wall in a very intimate way. “Don’t tell me ya don’t feel it, the way your body reacts when it gets around one of its own kind, one that could give ya the ride o’ your life.”

Shinji grimaced when he was thrown against the wall, the hit shocking him enough that he made the mistake of letting Grimmjow get close enough to pin him. Fuck… why did it always turn out like this when they fought? Even after that damned fight he saved Ichigo from, Grimmjow found out how to do this… how to manipulate him into dropping his shields. “You bastard, get away from me.” He grumbled out, pushing at Grimmjow’s shoulders, his hands and words trying to push him away as his body betrayed him. He was reacting, more then he cared to admit. He always fucking did it! It was like Grimmjow’s sheer presence was an aphrodisiac to him and he never seemed to be able to stay away from it!

“Heh, you’re still fightin’ it?” Grimmjow chuckled at the slight groan he received when he licked up the side of Shinji’s neck; the feeling of the other mans growing length against his thigh proving just how much he wanted it. Why else would he have let him catch him? He knew Shinji was faster then that, he had gotten away from him more then once and now he was acting like he didn’t have the ability. “Every time ya start in about how we’re different, how your better but, you’re always the one that ends up spreadin’ his legs and screaming.” He grinned again, biting at the others neck, an action that pulled the first cry from his throat. “And that’s not screamin’ from pain, Vizard, and ya know it. You like it.”

Shinji grumbled at that, his hands still pushing at Grimmjow’s shoulders even if his lower body was rocking just a bit against that muscled thigh between his legs. It was sad to admit but… it had really been too long since he’d had sex and it felt really, really good. “The fuck I like it, get off me you fucking pervert!” He was losing his fight against his blush though, the harder he got, the redder he got, and Grimmjow was doing a damned good job of getting him hard.

“God, you’re such a faker.” Grimmjow muttered, pressing forward into the other man a bit harder, rubbing up against his hardened length. “Ya still start about shit like this when you’re hard as a fucking rock and humping my leg.” He reached down after that, growling low in his throat as he yanked off Shinji’s pants with a ripping sound without a second thought, one of his hands working on getting off Shinji’s underwear as the other freed his own length. “Ya just need ta admit it, ya like what we do.” He lifted Shinji after that, not caring if he scratched his back against the wall. “Ya love this.” He murmured before he thrust inside of him, groaning softly at the familiar warmth around him. It was only after he was inside that he noticed that it had been… easy. Shinji was lubed. He laughed again at that, pulling back to look up at the panting blonde. “Ahhha, who else is fuckin’ you, Vizard?” He murmured, leaning forward to nip at his earlobe, biting hard enough to leave a mark. “Or were ya waitin’ for me? Were ya waitin’ for me do this?” He gave him another strong thrust after those words, pulling a groan from the other mans throat.

“N… no…” Shinji gasped out, shaking slightly as he held onto the other mans shoulders, not able to stop himself. He shook his head, trying to break out of the mindset that had him very much enjoying what Grimmjow did. Hell, even if he could do that… he still wouldn’t be able to deny that he liked it. Grimmjow was big and he got so hard and… the fucker was pierced! That felt fucking amazing, especially when it moved against his prostate. Ohh… just like that. He couldn’t help but moan, his head falling back as Grimmjow deliberately moved so slowly inside him. “I…I wasn’t waiting for you. Why the hell would I ever do that?”

Grimmjow chuckled under his breath, leaning forward to bite Shinji’s neck, creating a rather large hickey while he plunged into his body. “Because your ass is made for my cock.” He murmured, dragging his tongue up the others neck before he spoke again. “The way ya clench around me, ya can’t deny it feels good. Ya wouldn’t moan so loud or for so long if ya were in pain.” He grinned a bit, dragging his teeth along the blonde’s neck before he started moving harder, pressing him hard back against the wall each time he thrust inside him. “Now shut your loud mouth and enjoy it, I only want to hear moans from you from now on.”

That was what he got too; Shinji couldn’t focus well enough to speak once Grimmjow really got going. He just held on and cried out at pleasure, his back bowing as those thrusts got more and more harsh, more and more violent. He couldn’t bitch about it though, both him and Grimmjow enjoyed pain. It just made the pleasure all that much better. “Fucking…” He ground out the word as his body started to tighten up, his nails scratching harshly down the Arrancar’s shoulders. “Fucking shit!” He cried out, his head flying back and knocking hard against the wall as he felt the coil in his stomach tighten then snap, leaving him cumming harder then he ever did with anyone else.

Grimmjow let out a groan also, his hands gripping hard at Shinji’s hips as he slammed forward into him. He loved this but it annoyed the shit out of him, why should he like fucking someone that he should hate? If it hadn’t been for his damned pompous attitude, he wouldn’t have fucked him in the first place! His teeth ground together a bit when he felt Shinji tighten around him, a pleasured growl coming from his throat as he continued to pound into his tight body. “Fucking hate you.” He growled out before he leaned forward, his teeth biting hard enough into Shinji’s shoulder to draw blood as he came hard inside his body.

He held himself there for a few moments before he pulled back. He rested for just a couple seconds, watching his cum slip out of Shinji’s body before he pulled back entirely. He didn’t bother putting Shinji down gently, he just dropped him, looking down at him with a frown. They were both beat up and bleeding… but their sex always did that. They really looked like they had gotten into a fight… except that the marks were clearly sexual. “Get yaself cleaned up, you look disgraceful, Vizard.” He grumbled, stepping back as he put his pants back to rights.

Shinji reached up, wiping some of the blood from his shoulder as he sat on the ground. He didn’t know why he let that happen, did it really feel good enough to deal with the pain afterwards? He didn’t even have to think for a second to know the answer. Yeah… it was worth it, every fucking second was worth it. “Fuck you, Arrancar.” He shot back, shifting where he was as he worked to get his clothes back on.

“Naw, I’m sure it was you that was fucked.” Grimmjow was still laughing at his own bad joke as he walked through the garganta, eagerly awaiting the next time.