The Bully

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This is my first time posting so take it in stride =) I don't own Bleach or the characters involved in the story nor do I make money off of my postings.
I think this is going to be a one-shot series, staring different characters. So if you want to see a match-up, give the suggestion. It may take a while b/c of class but hopefully I can turn them out. Here we go!!!

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All that Gimmjow remembered before a massive body ran into him was talking to his friend Nel. As Grimmjow picked himself off the floor, the voice that belonged to his tormentor was heard.
“Watch it, Fairy,” and the boy was gone.
Nel glared hard at the retreating form of the bully before helping Grimmjow off the ground.
“Why do you let him do that, Grimmy?” The green haired beauty asked.
Grimmjow just smiled sadly before grabbing his bag and heading off to his class.

Grimmjow was the only openly gay boy at his school, Hueco Mundo High. The 6’3” blue haired senior was only 6 months shy of graduation but everyday was a trial to stay alive and it was all because of his bully, Ichigo Kurosaki. Once upon a time, Grimmjow and Ichigo were friends and they did almost everything together. However as the boys got older and more sexually aware, they began to drift apart. Ichigo became the golden football start, leading the school with district wins all 4 years of school. As a result, the girls (and some guys) flocked to Ichigo to bask in his glory. Grimmjow on the other hand, was not the football type. He liked to run so he joined the cross-country team and gave the team a fighting chance in competitions. Although the boys were on different teams, they still somewhat acknowledged each other, until Grimmjow came out and told his family that he was attracted to men. It was unknown how Ichigo found out but when he did, all hell broke lose. Being slammed into lockers, beaten up in the bathrooms, derogatory slurs being yelled at Grimmjow had started to negatively affect his health. Although Grimmjow dealt with it all, he was starting to get tired. He even went to the principal to report the bullying acts but they were no help. Principal Aizen and Vice-Principal Gin basically told him that he had to deal with it and it wasn’t their problem.

When Grimmjow entered his classroom, all the good seats were filled. The only one left was in front of Ichigo. ‘Of course, didn’t see that one,’ Grimmjow cringed internally. Taking in a deep breath, Grimmjow made his way to the seat. Looking up quickly, Ichigo seemed to be engrossed in the class lecture so hopefully things would be okay. Casting a glance at the seat; to make sure all the screws were in place and no glue was in the seat, Grimmjow sat down. The class went relatively well because Ichigo actually left him alone. Once the bell rang, Grimmjow was packing up his things when it happened. There were football jocks on each side of Grimmjow and they moved to pin him down to the desk. Ichigo reached behind his seat to reveal a giant slushie and proceeded to pour it down Grimmjow’s entire body, starting from his head, ending at the pants and dumped the remaining slushie in Grimmjow’s pants. The entire class erupted in laughter while the teacher tried to make her way to the trapped Grimmjow. By the time she got there, it was too late because the boys had already let Grimmjow go and were walking out of class. Ichigo was the last to walk out and he was still laughing his head off, “Hey Grimmy! I love that red color on your fairy ass!” Once the class was gone, the teacher slowly pulled Grimmjow’s form off the desk. The boy looked so broken: his eyes were unfocused, his bright blue hair hung with heavy red slushie falling from the strands, and his clothes were ruined. Blinking a few times, Grimmjow came back to reality and he grabbed his bag and left for the bathroom.

The sink was red as Grimmjow attempted to wash the stain from his hair and clothes. Picking his head up to look at himself in the mirror, Grimmjow was pathetic. There were dark circles under his eyes, which were dull. His cheeks were drawn in and caused his face to look thin. He could barely recognize himself and his former best friend did all of this.
“Damn it, Ichigo!” Screamed Grimmjow as he punched out the mirror and cutting his hand. As the tears burned behind his eyes, Grimmjow kept them in. Tears served no purpose and wont help. Washing his hand under the water, Grimmjow didn’t notice the newest addition to the bathroom.

Ichigo hated his health class so every other day he skipped the class. He was still laughing at Grimmjow’s humiliation from earlier in the day. He knew it was wrong but he didn’t care. ‘Shouldn’t have turned all faggy on me.’ Grimmjow was supposed to be his best friend and they both had big plans. The plan was to finish high school, go to a big university, sign on a professional team, make millions and have all the hot girls. All of that was destroyed when Grimmjow came out sophomore year of high school and upon finding out, Ichigo instantly separated himself from him. He knew that any open fag in school was tortured along with anyone who associated with them. Ichigo was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name called from down the hall. Making his way toward the call, a crash sounded from the bathroom. Ichigo opened the door slowly and saw Grimmjow standing over the sink, rinsing off his hand. ‘I’ll beat him up so bad that…’ Ichigo didn’t finish the thought as he walked in and locked the bathroom door.

Grimmjow watched as the bleeding stopped from his hand and turned off the water. It was then he realized that it was too quiet. Turning his head over to the door, he saw Ichigo and almost shitted in his pants. The look that Ichigo was giving him was borderline maniacal. There were no other ways out except for the exit behind Ichigo and Grimmjow wanted to be nowhere near Ichigo.

“Don’t you think you have humiliated me enough today, Ichigo?”
A mocking smirk appeared on Ichigo’s face. “Apparently not since you’re still here.”
“What happened to you? You’re my best friend, at least you used to be.” The sadden tone was prevalent in Grimmjow’s voice.
Ichigo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “’What happened to me.’ What happened to you? You turned into an ass chaser! The fact that you’re flaunting your gayness on me is disgusting.”
Grimmjow snapped and rushed up to push Ichigo up against the door. The show of aggressiveness started Ichigo enough so that Grimmjow had the advantage.
“I’m disgusting! I can’t believe you would say something so fucking ignorant! You, Ichigo Kurosaki, are disgusting. You separated from me and began tormenting me! Instead of being my best friend and sticking by me, you left me to fend for myself and put up with your shit!”
Ichigo’s blood boiled. ‘How dare he!’ Faster than Grimmjow could register, Ichigo had Grimmjow’s front pinned to the door while Ichigo used his body so that Grimmjow could not move.
Panting from the exertion, Ichigo began to roughly grab at Grimmjow. “I’m disgusting, you say? Ha! Well, let’s see how disgusting I can be?”
Ichigo’s knee wedged in between Grimmjow’s legs, separating them. Keeping the majority of his body weight on Grimmjow, Ichigo began to fondle Grimmjow through his pants.

“What are you doing? Stop, Ichigo!” Grimmjow yelled. Whatever Ichigo was attempting to do was scaring the living day lights out of Grimmjow. When Ichigo’s hand came into contact with Grimmjow’s groin in his pants, Grimmjow began to struggle.

Ichigo didn’t know why he was doing this to Grimmjow but he knew that if he stop then Grimmjow would leave and tell someone, which he could not have happen. Feeling the boy struggle under him, Ichigo pulled Grimmjow away from the door hard enough for him to fall onto the floor. Almost immediately, Ichigo pinned Grimmjow to the ground.

“Stop! Someone help, please!”

SMACK!!!!

The plea for help instantly died on Grimmjow’s lips, as he was stunned. ‘He hit me?’ Grimmjow was too lost to even believe that his “friend” had hit him.

“Scream again, Grimmjow and I make sure that you will not leave this bathroom.”

Grimmjow didn’t know if the threat was idle but a threat on his life was no joke. Although he was silent, Grimmjow still put up a struggle.

Even though Grimmjow was still struggling, it was easier for Ichigo to subdue him due to the lack of leverage for Grimmjow. With all the movement, Ichigo managed to reach into Grimmjow’s pants and wrap his hand around Grimmjow’s cock. A groan slipped through Grimmjow’s lips.

“You like that don’t you.”

Grimmjow was furiously shaking his head no but with every jerk of Ichigo’s hand, Grimmjow’s hips matched him. Bending over, Ichigo began to attack Grimmjow’s neck with bites, sucks, and kisses.

The attention that his cock and now his neck were receiving, Grimmjow was starting to become overly stimulated. Every pull, every bite, and every kiss was sending a burning sensation down to this cock. As pleasurable as it was, Grimmjow didn’t want this. His body loved the attention while his mind did not and the only manifestation of his frustrations was the tears falling from his eyes.
Ichigo was very uncomfortable with the strained pressure in his pant from his erection and needed to fix the problem as soon as possible. Lifting himself off Grimmjow, Ichigo pulled Grimmjow off the floor and positioned the senior over the sink. Pulling down Grimmjow’s pants, Ichigo couldn’t help but stare at the phallus that stood at attention, nestled in curly blue hair. The head was a deep purple and was dripping pre-cum from the slit. Drawing his eyes away, Ichigo looked at Grimmjow’s reflection in the mirror. The teen had his eyes close but tearstains streaked across his cheeks, his hair was in his face and his mouth was in a firm line. Despite the unfavorable circumstances, Grimmjow was attractive and IF Ichigo was gay, he could see himself with his “best friend” as a lover. Grabbing the blue hair, Ichigo forced Grimmjow’s head back so that he could whisper into his ear.

“What I am about to give you, you will not tell a soul. If I find out that you told anybody about today, I will kill you. Do you understand me?”

There was no reply.

“No answer. Well, I was going to prepare you but I think I’m gonna fuck you dry.” Ichigo said casually.

Grimmjow’s eyes flew open. “Please no. Ichigo please! It’s not too late. We can stop now and I will never tell, I promise.” The desperation was literally dripping from Grimmjow’s plea. He didn’t want to have his first time with someone who hated him with the intensity of hell’s fire.

A sneer formed on Ichigo’s face, “I don’t believe you. I am going to pound your ass so hard that you will never forget this.”

Using soap from the dispenser, Ichigo used two fingers to prepare Grimmjow for the stretch. The pressure that Grimmjow felt was horrible. It was like trying to open his mouth beyond its normal limits. There was no pleasure behind the act but Grimmjow’s dick did not become flaccid.

‘Of course I would find this arousing. I am a freak.’ Weeped Grimmjow.

Soon the fingers were removed and Grimmjow saw in the mirror, Ichigo using the soap as a lubricant. Soon Grimmjow could feel the blunt head pushing through the tight rings of his ass. The resistance was too much for Grimmjow. Bowing his head down, Grimmjow tried to internalize the pain. A keen erupted from Grimmjow’s lips, which elicit a slap to his ass.

“Damn Grimmy! So fucking tight.” Panted Ichigo.

Soon Ichigo thrust the rest of his dick in and waited for a moment. The tight heat was almost too much for Ichigo but he knew that he couldn’t finish so quickly. Drawing his hips back, Ichigo reveled in the feeling. Soon he started to pick up the pack, using the sink as leverage.

“Fuck Grim!”

Grimmjow’s face was screwed in pain. He had a feeling that Ichigo wouldn’t care for his pleasure at all. Ichigo’s grunts of pleasure and the slapping of skin were the only sounds disrupting the silence of the bathroom. Taking deep breaths, Grimmjow tried to keep in his screams in fear of Ichigo’s threats on his life. After 5 minutes of agonizing fucking, Grimmjow was hoping the Ichigo would cum until Ichigo forced Grimmjow further down while sticking his ass in the air. The change in position sent a shock wave of pleasure though Grimmjow.

“Ahh, yes!! Ichigo! Fuck me there!” Grimmjow was in heaven.

“That’s it Grimmy. Take this cock!”

Grimmjow was matching every thrust that Ichigo gave. The pleasure was immense. Grimmjow that even though anal sex was not the norm, it could be great. Taking in the sensations, Grimmjow closed his eyes and focused on the mini shocks that ran through his system. The pressure in Gimmjow’s balls were starting to grow and just when he though he was going to cum, Ichigo pulled them away from the sink and into a stall. Looking back at the orange haired bully, Grimmjow was confused.

Ichigo sat on the toilet seat, smirking at Grimmjow. Gathering up his legs, Ichigo exposed Grimmjow’s ass to the world. Slowly shifting Grimmjow up and down his cock, Ichigo was able to set the pace that he wanted.

The new position and the pace had Grimmjow’s head falling back onto Ichigo’s shoulder. “Oh god.” The feeling that Grimmjow was experiencing was 10X better than the sink portion.

“Ichigo, faster. Harder. Please?”

A devious look bloomed on Ichigo’s face. “Who fucks you the best?” Ichigo wasn’t going to speed up until he heard what he wanted to hear.

Grimmjow’s mouth hung agape as the last slide had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had heard Ichigo’s question but currently it was hard for him to focus on a reply. The only reply was a long moan when Ichigo’s head rubbed against his prostate much longer than before.

Biting Grimmjow’s ear to get his attention, Ichigo whispered brokenly, “ If…if you don’t give me an answer that I want to hear, I will pull out and leave you here.” It was torture but Ichigo had made the last months of Grimmjow’s life a living nightmare, so putting his pleasure on hold was something Grimmjow could handle.
Licking his lips and focusing his mind on a solitary thought, Grimmjow tried to articulate his answer but could only say 1 word.

“You.”

Picking up his pace, Ichigo asked again. “Who fucks you the best?”

Grimmjow’s reply was a little bit louder. “ You.”

“WHO FUCKS YOU THE BEST?”

“YOU! DAMMIT ICHIGO!!”

Ichigo’s grip on Grimmjow’s legs tightened as Ichigo gyrated Grimmjow up and down his dick.

“Ohh yeah! Ichigo! I’m going to cum!”

The slapping of skin, Grimmjow’s moans and Ichigo grunts filled the bathroom. Then light exploded from behind Grimmjow’s eyes and he went taut. A stream of cum shot out of Grimmjow’s cock and landed on the floor just outside the stall. As the shocks of Grimmjow’s orgasm passed, Grimmjow loosened and lay against Ichigo.

Ichigo could feel the muscles fluttering around his cock and contract tightly when Grimmjow hit his orgasm. The tightness was too much and Ichigo emptied into Grimmjow’s ass. The slight pumps of Ichigo’s hips forced some of the cum to leak from Grimmjow’s ass and onto his hips.

The two boys sat in the stall catch their breaths. Grimmjow was the first to recover and realize what had happen. Withdrawing slowly, Grimmjow began to fix himself. Walking over to the paper towel holder, Grimmjow grabbed a few and wiped the cum from his ass and anywhere else it landed. When Grimmjow finished and turned around, Ichigo was already fixed and ready to go. At first the two the stood, staring at each other. Grimmjow warily watched Ichigo and hoped that the threat was idle because he didn’t want to go to the Principal to report the threat. Ichigo was the first to make a move. Walking up to Grimmjow slowly, Ichigo reached out to fix Grimmjow’s shirt collar.

“Make sure you cover those up.”

After the minor clothing update, Ichigo left the bathroom and left Grimmjow.

The following day, Grimmjow and Nel were talking at the locker. As usual Ichigo came and pushed Grimmjow forcully into the lockers.

“Fucking fairy.” Snickered Ichigo.

Tending to her friend, Nel watched as shock transitioned into rage on Grimmjow’s face. “What the fuck is your problem!” Screamed Grimmjow. He was pissed. For 2 years he had been putting up with Ichigo and his damn abuse. He was tired with this shit.

Ichigo whirled around and glared at the blue-haired teen. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Grimmjow stalked up to Ichigo and stared him down. “You and your goons have been torturing me all semester and I haven’t done anything to yall!”

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Ichigo scoffed. “Yeah fucking right! You walk around here forcing everyone to deal with your gayness. Other than that, no you haven’t done anything.

Still staring him down, Grimmjow’s jaw clenched as he contained his rage. “If you have a problem with me being gay then that’s your problem. The only people who have a problem with my orientation is you, Ichigo. While I have you here, let me set the record straight. If you are scared about me trying to hit on you, don’t worry because I aint attracted to a jug head like you. You can kill my ass.”

The hallway was quiet as the contration went down. Ichigo started to walk away before reeling back and punching Grimmjow in the face. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again or I’ll make sure that you get the beating of a lifetime.

Nel was checking on Grimmjow, making sure there was no serious injury. Placing a hand on Nel’s shoulder, Grimmjow flashed her a bloody smile before spitting the blood out his mouth. Getting up again, Grimmjow stood opposite of Ichigo.

“Why wait, we can settle this now.”

Before the fight could break out, Prinipal Aizen appreared. “Kurosaki, Jagerjacques. My office now.” The soft tone offered no leeway for the boys.

After having a meeting in the principal’s office and calling the parents in, both boys were suspended for 4 days.

On his 2nd day of suspension, Ichigo was heading down to the neighborhood park to get out of the house. As he approached the area, he could see Grimmjow’s blue hair over by the swing set. Since the teen was facing in Ichigo’s direction, there was no point in hiding his approach.

“What are you doing here?” Asked Grimmjow.

“I do live in this neighborhood too so I have a right to be here.”

Silence reigned. Getting tired of the quiet, Grimmjow got up to leave.

“Do you like I like doing that stuff to you Grimmy?”

Grimmjow was surprised that Ichigo would call him by his childhood nickname. ‘Maybe there is a sliver of my old friend left.’

“If you didn’t then you fooled me. You fooled me real good, Ichigo. Your daily beat downs couldn’t make me straight again. I wasn’t going to lie just to avoid getting my ass handed to me.” Reasoned Grimmjow.

Walking past Ichigo, Grimmjow started to head home. “For the record, I was going to tell you personally. I don’t know how you found out but you were suppose to hear it from me. I had hoped that as my best friend, you would be there. But now things are bad especially after the other day. Just so you know, that’s rape.”

Ichigo flinched.

“However,” started Grimmjow “I’m not going to tell anyone…for now.”

Ichigo caught the hint. “What are you going to do then?” Part of Ichigo wanted Grimmjow to run away. Run so far away that he would not only leave his life but his mind as well.

Shrugging his shoulders, Grimmjow looked back at Ichigo. “I am going to live. I am going to graduate and get the hell away from you. Also I am taking collateral for the punch from the fight.”

Grimmjow used his agility to rush Ichigo, catching him off guard and slamming his fist into Ichigo’s nose.

Eyes watering and nose gushing out blood, Ichigo fell to the ground clutching his nose.

“Don’t expect me to be the bitch anymore, Ichigo. If you come near me again, I will fight you.”

Ichigo sat up trying to stem the blood from his nose. In the distance, he could see Grimmjow walking away, giving him the middle finger.

End.

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