Ichigo [Hichigo] / Grimmjaw NC-17 Revenge is Best Served Raw
Title: Revenge is Best Served Raw [Request]
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo [Shirosaki Hichigo] / Grimmjow Jaggerjack
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Yaoi, pr0n, rape, non-con, blood, violence, spoilers up to recent chapters, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth like woah;
Disclaimer: The horrors of character degeneration Ichigo would go through if he were mine...
Summary/Notes: ardane1, xiao_huli_chan, and xxtorturedxx all demanded a sequel... So, because I was threatened, this is for all you crazy people... I took liberties with the fight scene because I've been craving to write a one for a while…
This is a sequel to A Night Visit
Ichigo pulled out Zangetsu and looked up as a familiar reiatsu burst into his brain. His body trembled just the slightest bit.
"I found you..." came the low growling voice from above. Ichigo narrowed his eyes. "Did you miss me, shinigami?"
Ichigo stared at Grimmjaw, taking in the arrancar and noticing his one-armed state as he forced his body to ease into readiness. "Sorry but," he lifted a hand up to his face, "I'm gonna have to make this quick..." He whipped his hand from his face, mask instantly appearing.
"What the fu-" and suddenly Ichigo was right in front of him, Zangetsu already aimed at his throat. "Shit!" he jerked to the side and avoided his throat getting torn out. The knee that rammed into his stomach was unexpected and it dug in even further as it hit him perfectly in his hole. He choked out a gasp and flew back to tumble on the ground. He coughed and hunched over for a second. He hadn't ever been hit so squarely there before, and if that was almost as bad as getting kicked in the balls...!
He hissed and got to his feet. "Stupid assh-" but he didn't even get that out as he bent back to avoid another slash to his throat. The hand came back to give him a resounding blow to the side of his head with the hilt. He was disoriented for less than a second, but the slashes dealt to his body were merciless and he barely avoided the vital hits.
Ichigo roared and stabbed forward, trying his damnedest to kill him before it was too late, but Grimmjaw escaped death and the mask broke away, leaving him gasping. He pointed Zangetsu at the blue haired arrancar and breathed deeply, trying to get as much energy back as he could. He didn't know how little of a chance he had against him now, but there was no way he could lose again. He kept his eyes open despite his wish to shut them and the horrible memories of their last encounter out of his mind.
Grimmjaw rubbed the rim of his hole, angrily spitting at the pain that even the lightest touch brought. "So…" He looked at Ichigo, eyes narrowing as he observed the other man. "...you can only hold that for a little while…and now that it's over…" He grinned, setting his hand on his zanpakuto. "I'm gonna fulfill my promise!"
Ichigo kept control of his face but couldn't keep his eyes from widening a little in fear. He gave a shout of surprise as Grimmjaw lunged at him and began his own attack with a ferocity fitting the sesta espada. He laughed and batted Ichigo's feeble attempts aside and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him to the ground, foot crushing Zangetsu so he couldn't move.
"Ne, shinigami…" Grimmjaw sneered, tongue running over his lips. "You ready?"
Ichigo screamed. He frantically jerked and his hands flew at the arrancar, but Grimmjaw kept laughing, laughing, and he kept screaming. He slid from under him somehow, then the hand in his collar pulled him back. The irrational fear took control of him and everything was a blur. Even when he was training with hat and clogs, he had never felt such immense fear.
Aibou!
Ichigo's shouting drowned out everything else. He stared up into teal eyes that sparkled maliciously and he could feel the tearing of his clothes, the hands grabbing. He gave a choked cry.
Come on, Aibou!
He felt the crushing pressure pushing his head back, the hand pinning his to the ground. His own hands gripping the one at his neck and he was falling… sinking back… where the low chuckles and the rough hand couldn't get him…
The low snickering caught Grimmjaw's attention. "What? You finally cracked up there?" he scoffed, looking up into the boy's face.
Yellow eyes rolled down to meet his and Grimmjaw jerked. "The fu-"
Ichigo's hand snapped down to dig fingers into the sensitive area of his hole. Grimmjaw snarled and pulled back. A foot to his chest sent him tumbling backwards and the low snickering became a manic laugh. Ichigo sat up and flopped forward, body shaking with laughter.
"Hey, arrancar. Is that all ya got?" Yellow eyes shined at him as a wide smile split the boy's face nearly in half.
"Who the fuck…?"
"Come on, Zangetsu…! Let's have some fun!" Ichigo picked up the zanpakuto and it swung above his head by the white sheet. "Round n' round Zangetsu goes. We're he stops-" He shot it towards the arrancar, who jumped back in surprise, "-nobody knows!"
Grimmjaw stared at the zanpakuto sticking from the ground. This… wasn't how Ichigo fought… He looked up to demand an explanation when a foot hit him square in the face and he crashed to the ground.
"Ha ha ha! What's wrong, Jaggerjack? Too much for you now?!" Ichigo laughed and pulled the zanpakuto out only to stab it down again where the arrancar had been laying until he rolled out of the way.
"Ne? You can only pick on aibou when he's bein' a little bitch? Is that it?" He sneered, Zangetsu once again swinging over his head. "Ne, aibou. What should I do with 'im? You want me to fuck 'im up good, don'cha?"
Grimmjaw set his jaw back with a crack and stared. What the hell was going on? He rose to his feet and spit out a mouthful of blood. "I don' know what you think yer doin, but I'm gonna make you pay for that, shinigami…"
"Oooo, so scared!" Ichigo mocked, throwing Zagetsu again.
Grimmjaw stepped to the side. "Won't work on me twice, ya… Dammit!" He was gone again! He whirled around. The stupid bastard was running around like a damn rabbit. "Do I hafta break a leg ta make ya stand still?!" His answer was a crazed laugh from behind him and he jumped away. A flash out of the corner of his eye alerted him to a fist and he ducked down. "Not fast enough!" But he saw the streaming white sheet and his eyes widened. He jumped up high to avoid Zangestsu, which had been yanked from the ground and would have chopped him quite neatly in half.
He stumbled a bit as he landed. Stupid fucker! He was fighting completely different now! How the hell was he's supposed to- he lifted his zanpakuto and blocked the stab to his back. "Sneaky little fucker…!" There was that irritating laugh again. Grimmjaw snarled and their zanpakuto's clashed as they glared each other down. They slid apart and the creepy smile broke over Ichigo's face again.
"I should thank ya, really, for driving aibou into a corner." Ichigo raised Zangetsu over his head. "Without you, I wouldn't get ta play!"
Grimmjaw scowled. What the hell was that idiot blabbering about? He watched as Ichigo seemed to think about something. He didn't know what the hell that crazy bastard was gonna do next, and he'd rather he kept the one arm he had left, but if he didn't do something. His fingers twitched. Why the hell was he being so careful anyway?! It was because he got thrown off! Just as he took a step forward, Ichigo began to speak.
"Even though I'm grateful an' all…" The sneer on the boy's face made Grimmjaw frown again. "I have to pay ya back for what ya did to Aibou. Ain't that right, aibou?" He laughed again, as if possessed.
"Who the hell… is he talking to?" Grimmjaw leaned low and then burst forward. It wouldn't matter once he knocked the bastard out! He let out a roar and raised his zanpakuto.
"You ain't got no patience! Prolly why you lost yer arm!" Ichigo laughed, slamming their zanpakuto together and grinning madly. He lifted a foot and kicked the arrancar back. "Getsuga Tenshou!"
"Che. This shit again," Grimmjaw growled, moving out of the way as they fired at him one after the other. After the last one he landed on the ground and snorted. "Come up with-" He whirled, but not fast enough to avoid the knee to his back. One arm wasn't enough to stop him from crashing to the ground face first and sliding to a halt, the weight of Ichigo still on his back. He twisted his head to the side to avoid Zangetsu as it plunged down into the ground.
"I'll pay you back…" Ichigo sneered into the arrancar's ear, "…a thousand fold…" He grabbed the sash and pulled, jerking it free and tossing it to the side. He laughed as he saw it flutter away. "I can't even tie ya up! Just like a one-armed bandit now, aren't ya?"
Grimmjaw roared, and attempted to push himself up, but when he moved his arm up to place a palm to the ground, Zangetsu sliced deeply into his shoulder. Fucking hell! He couldn't move unless he wanted to loose his OTHER arm!
"Stupid mother fucking son of a-" Grimmjaw started on a string of curses that grew more venomous as a heel pressed down in the small of his back, or where it SHOULD have been if he didn't have a hole there. And that place was still fucking sore from when he got kneed. He gave an undignified kick as his hakama were pulled and torn from him.
"I'm gonna kill you, shinigami! Slit your throat and-"
"Yadda, yadda, yadda…!" Ichigo hummed as he lifted his foot and slammed it back down, amusing by the hisses of pain. "Take it like a man, or whatever the hell you wanna call yerself…"
Grimmjaw's response was more cursing and threats. Dropped his own hakama to pool around his knees, Ichigo shrugged, grabbing the only available wrist and twisting it behind the arrancar's back. "Ready?" Ichigo said cheerfully as he pulled Zangetsu from the ground and placed it aside. "Aa, better be careful! Don' wanna cut the other one off cus then I'd have nothin' ta hold onto!"
"I'll fuckin' kill you!"
The crazed laughter sounded again. "Say that when yer ass ain't in the air!" Ichigo placed himself at the entrance. "And on the count of NOW!" He shoved in hard, not stopping until he was in all the way to his base. He gave a groan. "'s fuckin' tight as hell… I know Aizen's prolly been tapping this ass…"
Grimmjaw grit his teeth and a low rumble came from his throat. It fucking hurt! That little bastard… "Nobody gets… a piece of my ass…" he ground out, blinking rapidly to stop the burning in his eyes caused by his fury.
"'cept for me! Ain't I special?" Ichigo sang, putting his other hand on Grimmjaw's waist and yanking back. He heard a small shout and jeered. "Now, I wanna hear *you* scream…" He thrust back in as deep as he could. "Yeah, feel the friction… Does it burn?"
"Fuckin… asshole…" Grimmjaw snarled, yanking at his arm.
"That's what 'im doin' now. Ya got any other holes ya wanna offer?" Ichigo asked conversationally, thrusting in once again, the blood making it easier as it lubricated his cock. "That hole in your stomach ain't nothin' more than a handle…" To demonstrate, he moved his hand from lean hips to the bottom ridge and pulled it sharply back to time it with his thrusts. Grimmjaw gave another muffled shout.
"Come on now! Stop being a little pussy and give me a nice loud scream…" Ichigo cooed, forcing Grimmjaw to his knees by yanking the arm towards him. Hand still gripping inside of the hole, he yanked down again and again, hips collide with more force with each upward movement. Finally, he heard the choked cry he'd be looking for. The pain and inklings of pleasure cracked the arrancar's relative silence.
"Fuck..!" Voice a constant growl, Grimmjaw let out a different curse with each jerk forward of his body. He shuddered as the fingers traced lightly around the inside of his stomach.
"Ooo, really sensitive right there, huh?" Ichigo bit down on a muscular shoulder. "Ne… What should I do now Aibou? You aren't satisfied are ya?" He pushed his arm through the hole and looked over the shoulder he was gnawing on. He wiggled his fingers. "That's kinda freaking, right?" He laughed loudly, then suddenly it turned to a growl and he reared back.
Grimmjaw fell forward, barely catching himself with his released arm. Blood dripped down his legs and arms from injuries sustained during the fight -both kinds. He heaved in and out, body trembling. He took in a deep breath and steeled himself for another attack. Before he could move to put his feet under him, a foot flipped him to his back. "Fuckin' hell! You stupid son-"
Grabbing both legs, Ichigo doubled the arrancar over so his ankles were damn near next to his ears. While Grimmjaw was too busy yelling about how 'I ain't that damn flexible, asshole!' and gripping the ground with his hand, the orange-haired boy slid back in with a hiss of pleasure. "Oh yeah… definitely been tappin' this ass…"
He made sure Grimmjaw's calves would stay on his shoulders before grabbing the hand that was definitely going to punch him in the face if left to its own devices. His other arm wrapped around a muscular thigh -thought it was kinda difficult- and took hold of the arrancar's hard cock. It throbbed in his hand and he played with it lightly, tracing fingers over veins and giving half strokes.
Grimmjaw moaned and bucked. "God damnit! Don't play with it!"
With a rough twist of his hand, Ichigo sneered. "I'll do whatever the hell I want with it!" But he did give the blue haired arrancar a little relief as he set a lazy pace compared to the intensity of his thrusts.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"" Yellow eyes closed for a moment to soak in the pleasure of his freedom -though he knew it would be brief- and the tightness around his dick. After that, he gave up talking and simply let his body do what it wanted. He gave a ragged moan as he came, pressing down even harder on the legs that were propping him up "Aaa, good… " He let the ecstasy of climax wash over him before standing up and stretching. He kept a weary eye on Grimmjaw who rolled to his side still panting.
Body jerking, Ichigo raised a hand to his face, the yellow eyes glowing strangely. "Ha ha ha! Had fun with ya, Jaggerjack! Next time, maybe I'll be a little more gentle!" Then, they faded to brown and they stared at one another. Suddenly sliding the hand down to his mouth, Ichigo pulled his hakama up the best he could before running a few steps away and throwing up.
"Fucking prick," Grimmjaw growled, stumbling to his feet. "*I'M* the one who wants to fucking retch!"
A completely different voice from the roof top grumbled, "Do I even *wanna* know what the hell happened out here?"
Ichigo looked up to find Hirako Shinji standing on the roof, zanpakuto over his shoulder. He tore his eyes away as another wave of nausea hit. He had been there, and he didn't want to know, much less have been the one who did it.
Grimmjaw, took a step back. This was definitely not the best place for a fight now. "I'll pay you back, shinigami!" He pulled up the remains of his hakama and grabbed his sash. "I'll fuck you up real nice!" and then he was gone.
"You know, I really don't," Hirako said to answer his own question. He leapt down and walked over to the still puking boy. "Alright, get up 'n stop spewing all over tha place. Let's go inside."
Ichigo could only nod and hope this would never happen again…
Notes : Are you guys happy now?! Look at what I did to poor Grimmjaw! He hates me now! ::cries:: He never consented to be anyone's bitch! Neither did Ichigo… demo saa… But seriously… I had WAY too much fun writing Shirosaki… That bastard's a sadistic, psycho crazy fucker and oh so funny… I had a hard time making Shirosaki say Aizen instead of 'that bastard'… If any of the wounds described in the earlier part are wrong, sorry, but I didn't have the manga in front of me to make references... Shirosaki is supposed to be suppressed now, but I assume that if Ichigo were just to let go, he could come out on his own again because of survival instincts which Ichigo is missing and all… Did I mention Shirosaki had me rolling with ever word he said? Here's to tapping more Grimmjaw ass! ::shot::
Raped by Shipped off to kurosaki_clinic & allbleachedup
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo [Shirosaki Hichigo] / Grimmjow Jaggerjack
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Yaoi, pr0n, rape, non-con, blood, violence, spoilers up to recent chapters, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth like woah;
Disclaimer: The horrors of character degeneration Ichigo would go through if he were mine...
Summary/Notes: ardane1, xiao_huli_chan, and xxtorturedxx all demanded a sequel... So, because I was threatened, this is for all you crazy people... I took liberties with the fight scene because I've been craving to write a one for a while…
This is a sequel to A Night Visit
Ichigo pulled out Zangetsu and looked up as a familiar reiatsu burst into his brain. His body trembled just the slightest bit.
"I found you..." came the low growling voice from above. Ichigo narrowed his eyes. "Did you miss me, shinigami?"
Ichigo stared at Grimmjaw, taking in the arrancar and noticing his one-armed state as he forced his body to ease into readiness. "Sorry but," he lifted a hand up to his face, "I'm gonna have to make this quick..." He whipped his hand from his face, mask instantly appearing.
"What the fu-" and suddenly Ichigo was right in front of him, Zangetsu already aimed at his throat. "Shit!" he jerked to the side and avoided his throat getting torn out. The knee that rammed into his stomach was unexpected and it dug in even further as it hit him perfectly in his hole. He choked out a gasp and flew back to tumble on the ground. He coughed and hunched over for a second. He hadn't ever been hit so squarely there before, and if that was almost as bad as getting kicked in the balls...!
He hissed and got to his feet. "Stupid assh-" but he didn't even get that out as he bent back to avoid another slash to his throat. The hand came back to give him a resounding blow to the side of his head with the hilt. He was disoriented for less than a second, but the slashes dealt to his body were merciless and he barely avoided the vital hits.
Ichigo roared and stabbed forward, trying his damnedest to kill him before it was too late, but Grimmjaw escaped death and the mask broke away, leaving him gasping. He pointed Zangetsu at the blue haired arrancar and breathed deeply, trying to get as much energy back as he could. He didn't know how little of a chance he had against him now, but there was no way he could lose again. He kept his eyes open despite his wish to shut them and the horrible memories of their last encounter out of his mind.
Grimmjaw rubbed the rim of his hole, angrily spitting at the pain that even the lightest touch brought. "So…" He looked at Ichigo, eyes narrowing as he observed the other man. "...you can only hold that for a little while…and now that it's over…" He grinned, setting his hand on his zanpakuto. "I'm gonna fulfill my promise!"
Ichigo kept control of his face but couldn't keep his eyes from widening a little in fear. He gave a shout of surprise as Grimmjaw lunged at him and began his own attack with a ferocity fitting the sesta espada. He laughed and batted Ichigo's feeble attempts aside and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him to the ground, foot crushing Zangetsu so he couldn't move.
"Ne, shinigami…" Grimmjaw sneered, tongue running over his lips. "You ready?"
Ichigo screamed. He frantically jerked and his hands flew at the arrancar, but Grimmjaw kept laughing, laughing, and he kept screaming. He slid from under him somehow, then the hand in his collar pulled him back. The irrational fear took control of him and everything was a blur. Even when he was training with hat and clogs, he had never felt such immense fear.
Aibou!
Ichigo's shouting drowned out everything else. He stared up into teal eyes that sparkled maliciously and he could feel the tearing of his clothes, the hands grabbing. He gave a choked cry.
Come on, Aibou!
He felt the crushing pressure pushing his head back, the hand pinning his to the ground. His own hands gripping the one at his neck and he was falling… sinking back… where the low chuckles and the rough hand couldn't get him…
The low snickering caught Grimmjaw's attention. "What? You finally cracked up there?" he scoffed, looking up into the boy's face.
Yellow eyes rolled down to meet his and Grimmjaw jerked. "The fu-"
Ichigo's hand snapped down to dig fingers into the sensitive area of his hole. Grimmjaw snarled and pulled back. A foot to his chest sent him tumbling backwards and the low snickering became a manic laugh. Ichigo sat up and flopped forward, body shaking with laughter.
"Hey, arrancar. Is that all ya got?" Yellow eyes shined at him as a wide smile split the boy's face nearly in half.
"Who the fuck…?"
"Come on, Zangetsu…! Let's have some fun!" Ichigo picked up the zanpakuto and it swung above his head by the white sheet. "Round n' round Zangetsu goes. We're he stops-" He shot it towards the arrancar, who jumped back in surprise, "-nobody knows!"
Grimmjaw stared at the zanpakuto sticking from the ground. This… wasn't how Ichigo fought… He looked up to demand an explanation when a foot hit him square in the face and he crashed to the ground.
"Ha ha ha! What's wrong, Jaggerjack? Too much for you now?!" Ichigo laughed and pulled the zanpakuto out only to stab it down again where the arrancar had been laying until he rolled out of the way.
"Ne? You can only pick on aibou when he's bein' a little bitch? Is that it?" He sneered, Zangetsu once again swinging over his head. "Ne, aibou. What should I do with 'im? You want me to fuck 'im up good, don'cha?"
Grimmjaw set his jaw back with a crack and stared. What the hell was going on? He rose to his feet and spit out a mouthful of blood. "I don' know what you think yer doin, but I'm gonna make you pay for that, shinigami…"
"Oooo, so scared!" Ichigo mocked, throwing Zagetsu again.
Grimmjaw stepped to the side. "Won't work on me twice, ya… Dammit!" He was gone again! He whirled around. The stupid bastard was running around like a damn rabbit. "Do I hafta break a leg ta make ya stand still?!" His answer was a crazed laugh from behind him and he jumped away. A flash out of the corner of his eye alerted him to a fist and he ducked down. "Not fast enough!" But he saw the streaming white sheet and his eyes widened. He jumped up high to avoid Zangestsu, which had been yanked from the ground and would have chopped him quite neatly in half.
He stumbled a bit as he landed. Stupid fucker! He was fighting completely different now! How the hell was he's supposed to- he lifted his zanpakuto and blocked the stab to his back. "Sneaky little fucker…!" There was that irritating laugh again. Grimmjaw snarled and their zanpakuto's clashed as they glared each other down. They slid apart and the creepy smile broke over Ichigo's face again.
"I should thank ya, really, for driving aibou into a corner." Ichigo raised Zangetsu over his head. "Without you, I wouldn't get ta play!"
Grimmjaw scowled. What the hell was that idiot blabbering about? He watched as Ichigo seemed to think about something. He didn't know what the hell that crazy bastard was gonna do next, and he'd rather he kept the one arm he had left, but if he didn't do something. His fingers twitched. Why the hell was he being so careful anyway?! It was because he got thrown off! Just as he took a step forward, Ichigo began to speak.
"Even though I'm grateful an' all…" The sneer on the boy's face made Grimmjaw frown again. "I have to pay ya back for what ya did to Aibou. Ain't that right, aibou?" He laughed again, as if possessed.
"Who the hell… is he talking to?" Grimmjaw leaned low and then burst forward. It wouldn't matter once he knocked the bastard out! He let out a roar and raised his zanpakuto.
"You ain't got no patience! Prolly why you lost yer arm!" Ichigo laughed, slamming their zanpakuto together and grinning madly. He lifted a foot and kicked the arrancar back. "Getsuga Tenshou!"
"Che. This shit again," Grimmjaw growled, moving out of the way as they fired at him one after the other. After the last one he landed on the ground and snorted. "Come up with-" He whirled, but not fast enough to avoid the knee to his back. One arm wasn't enough to stop him from crashing to the ground face first and sliding to a halt, the weight of Ichigo still on his back. He twisted his head to the side to avoid Zangetsu as it plunged down into the ground.
"I'll pay you back…" Ichigo sneered into the arrancar's ear, "…a thousand fold…" He grabbed the sash and pulled, jerking it free and tossing it to the side. He laughed as he saw it flutter away. "I can't even tie ya up! Just like a one-armed bandit now, aren't ya?"
Grimmjaw roared, and attempted to push himself up, but when he moved his arm up to place a palm to the ground, Zangetsu sliced deeply into his shoulder. Fucking hell! He couldn't move unless he wanted to loose his OTHER arm!
"Stupid mother fucking son of a-" Grimmjaw started on a string of curses that grew more venomous as a heel pressed down in the small of his back, or where it SHOULD have been if he didn't have a hole there. And that place was still fucking sore from when he got kneed. He gave an undignified kick as his hakama were pulled and torn from him.
"I'm gonna kill you, shinigami! Slit your throat and-"
"Yadda, yadda, yadda…!" Ichigo hummed as he lifted his foot and slammed it back down, amusing by the hisses of pain. "Take it like a man, or whatever the hell you wanna call yerself…"
Grimmjaw's response was more cursing and threats. Dropped his own hakama to pool around his knees, Ichigo shrugged, grabbing the only available wrist and twisting it behind the arrancar's back. "Ready?" Ichigo said cheerfully as he pulled Zangetsu from the ground and placed it aside. "Aa, better be careful! Don' wanna cut the other one off cus then I'd have nothin' ta hold onto!"
"I'll fuckin' kill you!"
The crazed laughter sounded again. "Say that when yer ass ain't in the air!" Ichigo placed himself at the entrance. "And on the count of NOW!" He shoved in hard, not stopping until he was in all the way to his base. He gave a groan. "'s fuckin' tight as hell… I know Aizen's prolly been tapping this ass…"
Grimmjaw grit his teeth and a low rumble came from his throat. It fucking hurt! That little bastard… "Nobody gets… a piece of my ass…" he ground out, blinking rapidly to stop the burning in his eyes caused by his fury.
"'cept for me! Ain't I special?" Ichigo sang, putting his other hand on Grimmjaw's waist and yanking back. He heard a small shout and jeered. "Now, I wanna hear *you* scream…" He thrust back in as deep as he could. "Yeah, feel the friction… Does it burn?"
"Fuckin… asshole…" Grimmjaw snarled, yanking at his arm.
"That's what 'im doin' now. Ya got any other holes ya wanna offer?" Ichigo asked conversationally, thrusting in once again, the blood making it easier as it lubricated his cock. "That hole in your stomach ain't nothin' more than a handle…" To demonstrate, he moved his hand from lean hips to the bottom ridge and pulled it sharply back to time it with his thrusts. Grimmjaw gave another muffled shout.
"Come on now! Stop being a little pussy and give me a nice loud scream…" Ichigo cooed, forcing Grimmjaw to his knees by yanking the arm towards him. Hand still gripping inside of the hole, he yanked down again and again, hips collide with more force with each upward movement. Finally, he heard the choked cry he'd be looking for. The pain and inklings of pleasure cracked the arrancar's relative silence.
"Fuck..!" Voice a constant growl, Grimmjaw let out a different curse with each jerk forward of his body. He shuddered as the fingers traced lightly around the inside of his stomach.
"Ooo, really sensitive right there, huh?" Ichigo bit down on a muscular shoulder. "Ne… What should I do now Aibou? You aren't satisfied are ya?" He pushed his arm through the hole and looked over the shoulder he was gnawing on. He wiggled his fingers. "That's kinda freaking, right?" He laughed loudly, then suddenly it turned to a growl and he reared back.
Grimmjaw fell forward, barely catching himself with his released arm. Blood dripped down his legs and arms from injuries sustained during the fight -both kinds. He heaved in and out, body trembling. He took in a deep breath and steeled himself for another attack. Before he could move to put his feet under him, a foot flipped him to his back. "Fuckin' hell! You stupid son-"
Grabbing both legs, Ichigo doubled the arrancar over so his ankles were damn near next to his ears. While Grimmjaw was too busy yelling about how 'I ain't that damn flexible, asshole!' and gripping the ground with his hand, the orange-haired boy slid back in with a hiss of pleasure. "Oh yeah… definitely been tappin' this ass…"
He made sure Grimmjaw's calves would stay on his shoulders before grabbing the hand that was definitely going to punch him in the face if left to its own devices. His other arm wrapped around a muscular thigh -thought it was kinda difficult- and took hold of the arrancar's hard cock. It throbbed in his hand and he played with it lightly, tracing fingers over veins and giving half strokes.
Grimmjaw moaned and bucked. "God damnit! Don't play with it!"
With a rough twist of his hand, Ichigo sneered. "I'll do whatever the hell I want with it!" But he did give the blue haired arrancar a little relief as he set a lazy pace compared to the intensity of his thrusts.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"" Yellow eyes closed for a moment to soak in the pleasure of his freedom -though he knew it would be brief- and the tightness around his dick. After that, he gave up talking and simply let his body do what it wanted. He gave a ragged moan as he came, pressing down even harder on the legs that were propping him up "Aaa, good… " He let the ecstasy of climax wash over him before standing up and stretching. He kept a weary eye on Grimmjaw who rolled to his side still panting.
Body jerking, Ichigo raised a hand to his face, the yellow eyes glowing strangely. "Ha ha ha! Had fun with ya, Jaggerjack! Next time, maybe I'll be a little more gentle!" Then, they faded to brown and they stared at one another. Suddenly sliding the hand down to his mouth, Ichigo pulled his hakama up the best he could before running a few steps away and throwing up.
"Fucking prick," Grimmjaw growled, stumbling to his feet. "*I'M* the one who wants to fucking retch!"
A completely different voice from the roof top grumbled, "Do I even *wanna* know what the hell happened out here?"
Ichigo looked up to find Hirako Shinji standing on the roof, zanpakuto over his shoulder. He tore his eyes away as another wave of nausea hit. He had been there, and he didn't want to know, much less have been the one who did it.
Grimmjaw, took a step back. This was definitely not the best place for a fight now. "I'll pay you back, shinigami!" He pulled up the remains of his hakama and grabbed his sash. "I'll fuck you up real nice!" and then he was gone.
"You know, I really don't," Hirako said to answer his own question. He leapt down and walked over to the still puking boy. "Alright, get up 'n stop spewing all over tha place. Let's go inside."
Ichigo could only nod and hope this would never happen again…
Notes : Are you guys happy now?! Look at what I did to poor Grimmjaw! He hates me now! ::cries:: He never consented to be anyone's bitch! Neither did Ichigo… demo saa… But seriously… I had WAY too much fun writing Shirosaki… That bastard's a sadistic, psycho crazy fucker and oh so funny… I had a hard time making Shirosaki say Aizen instead of 'that bastard'… If any of the wounds described in the earlier part are wrong, sorry, but I didn't have the manga in front of me to make references... Shirosaki is supposed to be suppressed now, but I assume that if Ichigo were just to let go, he could come out on his own again because of survival instincts which Ichigo is missing and all… Did I mention Shirosaki had me rolling with ever word he said? Here's to tapping more Grimmjaw ass! ::shot::
Raped by Shipped off to kurosaki_clinic & allbleachedup