Grimmjaw / Ichigo NC-17 Interlude
Title: Interlude
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Yaoi, pr0n, rape, non-con, blood, violence, spoilers up to recent chapters, Grimmjaw’s mouth is unfiltered potty mouth goodness;
Disclaimer: If Grimmjaw were mine, the world would have ended already…
Summary/Notes: Just another step on the path of sexual delusion. I’d say I felt sorry for Ichigo, but I don’t. At least I didn’t laugh at his misfortune this time... much... There are small references to my GrimmHime fic Ownership or Possession in the beginning and very end, so yeah, these are in the same Alternative Universe.
A Night Visit
Revenge is Best Served Raw
He was fucking pissed off because that bastard had all but banned him from seeing the girl. There was no way in hell he was gonna ask, and he didn’t trust any of those other dumbasses too provide him with a good enough fuck. So, there was only one place to go. He laughed as he ripped open the fabric of reality and stepped through, his left hand deep inside his pocket. This time the little jerk wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing…
Ichigo sat on his bed at the Vaizard warehouse. Inoue was gone. He could count the days over and over in his head and nothing could be changed. Rukia, Renji, Madarame and Ayasekawa had all been taken back by Byakuya and Zaraki. There was a chance Matsumoto would have stayed, but with Toushirou right there, how could she have even tried..? His brow furrowed. He was still here, doing what? Training, while they were doing god knows what to Inoue. What did they want her for? He leaned his forehead onto his clasped hands. He didn’t know how the others had managed to dissuade him from going in the first place. The entire thing was his fault. He scribbled on a random piece of paper before he stood, grabbing Zangetsu and slinging him over his shoulder. “Let’s go old man.”
He walked through the empty room. Hirako, sandal abuser, porn lady, Kensei and the big guy, none of them were there. If anything, that just made him even more nervous. If at least one or two of them had been there to attempt to stop him he wouldn’t have the foreboding feeling in his gut right now. He shrugged it off and went up the steps two at a time. If they weren’t there, he wasn’t going to stick around and waste the opportunity to leave without questions. The note he left should be good enough.
He set a quick pace towards Urahara Shouten. If anyone knew how to get Orihime back, it would be him. He probably had known the entire time and hadn’t said anything. He grit his teeth as he started to run. He tripped on nothing as he felt the spike of power. His chest tightened and he burst into a sprint. Not now! He couldn’t come now! Once they were in Hueco Mundo, he could deal with him. He* would* kill him, but he couldn’t right now!
“Where ya runnin’ to, shinigami?”
Ichigo whirled around, swinging at the voice. Son of a bitch! He was nearly there, it was a few streets away, but he knew he wasn’t fast enough. He almost cried in frustration and fear. “I was comin’ to Hueco Mundo to kick your sorry ass!” Ichigo shouted, eyes locking onto Grimmjaw’s. He wouldn’t be afraid of him! If he was going to save Inoue and stop Aizen, he would have to beat this bastard first.
“Then come ‘n get it, shinigami,” Grimmjaw sneered, gesturing with one hand as he pulled his zanpakuto out with the other.
Ichigo stared. “Your arm-“
Grimmjaw laughed, gripping his left hand into a fist. “That’s right. It’s a gift from Hime-chan.”
Ichigo charged forward and grabbed the arrancar’s collar. “What have you done to her?! Is she alright?! I’ll kill you if-“
Grimmjaw punched Ichigo in the stomach and he slid down, hacking. He kicked the boy into the wall across the street. “Shouldn’ worry ‘bout what the fuck I was doin’ to her. Should worry ‘bout what tha grinnin’ asshole is doin’,” Grimmjaw snarled under his breath, zanpakuto gripped tightly as it glinted dangerously at his side. “I didn’t com ‘ere ta remind me of the shit I left behind!”
“The hell are you talking about?!” Ichigo snapped, parrying the blade that came down at him. Grimmjaw had been talking to himself for a while there, and whatever he had said had managed to piss him off.
There was no answer, just a stabbing motion. It was like that for a while, a dangerous play as they tried to kill each other. Ichigo could forget his fear if it stayed like this. This was something he could handle. He grunted as the teal-haired arrancar took a slice out of his cheek.
This is boring, Aibou…
Ichigo jerked, losing his concentration just long enough to get a punch to his face. “Shit!” he shouted, wiping the blood pouring from his forehead. “Shut the hell up and don’t interfere!”
“The fuck you talkin’ to, shinigami?” Grimmjaw snarled, foot coming down to crush his opponent’s neck. Ichigo rolled out of the way. “That other bastard gonna come out again? I got what he wants right here,” Grimmjaw jeered, giving his crotch a rough pat.
You gonna just let him talk like that? Come on, Aibou. Let me fuck him up really good this time.
// Shut up! I won’t *ever* do that again! EVER! //
Che.
“You think you can just stare off?” Grimmjaw backhanded Ichigo against the wall. With a twist of his wrist, he disarmed the boy and Zangetsu flew off. “I ain’t gonna just let you off, shinigami. I’ll pay ya back fer last time, just like I promised.”
He’s gonna do it, Aibou… come on, let me-
// No! //
Ichigo hit the ground, arms scraping against the concrete. He pushed up only to have a knee dig into the center of his back. His head was shoved down and he felt the other hand grabbing at his clothes. He screamed in rage and reached back. The hand on the back of his head shifted before an elbow smashed into his upper arm, pinning him by the shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up and be still,” Grimmjaw growled, “I ain’t got time ta play with yer ass, besides the usual anyway…”
Aibou…!
// SHUT UP! //
Ichigo planted his other hand on the ground and heaved upwards with a yell. Grimmjaw blinked before being throw to the side. Regaining his feet, the boy turned his head to glare. "Basta-"
Grimmjaw kicked him behind his knees and he crumpled halfway down. He wavered before a hand smacked into the front of his face and slammed him to the ground on his back. He gave a small cry of pain as the dizziness hit him. He felt a solid weight settle on his hips and looked up to see Grimmjaw straddling his waist. His lips raised in a snarl. Both fists where grabbed and the arrancar laughed at him.
"Nice ta get a fighter every once in a while," he mused aloud, before elbowing Ichigo in the neck and making him choke.
As Ichigo cough up a lung, Grimmjaw did his best to strip him of clothing while still keeping flailing limbs from hitting him in the face. As the brown eyes glared at him, he saw them flashing yellow. He raised a lip in a snarl as he yanked the kimono down to expose a muscular chest. He kept a close eye on him as the boy stilled and his eyes drifted away.
He's gonna fuck you, and you're just gonna let him do it.
// I won't! Shut the hell up! You're distracting me! //
Body doesn't seem to be that distracted, was the growling response as Ichigo became away of the friction against his groin from the arrancar's shifting movements.
He became suddenly aware again as the weigh lifted and he was flipped to his stomach. Hakama pulled down, his eyes widened. He started to push up but the pressure at his entrance made him jerk to a stop. He could *feel* the hollow inside of him smirking, smugness just too much to keep to himself. His hands snapped back to push against the hips that were starting to shove forward to begin his violation.
"Son of a bitch-!" Ichigo cursed, arms shaking from the effort as he was losing the battle. It hurt! It hurt so bad, but the lack of commentary from the arrancar was what was bothering him the most. No sneering or dirty remarks, just grunts, hisses, and silence. He gave a yelp as his arms slid off and the rest of Grimmjaw's length slammed into him. He buried his face into his arms and trembled.
The hands on his hips loosened, but he was in too much pain to take advantage of it. He wheezed and eventually, the pain lessened. He was silently thankful for the reprieve in movement but had no idea why it had been given. If the bastard was feeling sorry for him, he shouldn't be shoving his dick up his ass in the first place!
Any thoughts of perceived sympathy went down the drain as a hand latched on his shoulder and brought him up to his knees. His hand found the brick wall next to him and rubbed his fingertips raw as he jerked back and forth. He hissed as the last stab of pain left. Just like last time…
Grimmjaw thrust deeply into the boy, giving his own responding jet of air from between clenched teeth. He stopped to look at the heaving back. He growled and started to flip the boy to his back. The shinigami put up a fight, but it was hard when a leg movement could send you into a semi paralyzing spasm of pain. He took said legs and propped them on his shoulders while he grabbed grasping hands. He shifted the other’s hips and drove in.
Ichigo gave a small yell before snapping his mouth closed and turning his head. He wouldn’t give the bastard that satisfaction, and even if he hadn’t cared about that, the idea of Urahara coming to check up on the screams would have been mortifying. Even more horrifying would be if those two brats or Tessai came… His hips jerked down even as he demanded they stay still.
The shinigami’s eyes were drifting off again. Grimmjaw hiked up the hips a bit more and pushed up, rubbing against the prostate and releasing a moan from reluctant lips. “You give up now, shinigami?” Grimmjaw sneered, releasing one of the boy’s hands so he could stroke the neglected dick throbbing against his stomach. He saw the hand tighten into a fist and prepared to dodge, but it just reached up and over to cover the boy’s own face.
With a snort, the arrancar took it as a yes and released his hold on the other hand. It didn’t move, keeping still except for fingers twitching besides his head. He watched as the body beneath him jerked with his movements, mouth panting between groans and faint pleas. After last time he expected a hell of a fight, but he didn’t even feel that disappointed. This was a just a distraction anyway…
Ichigo vaguely felt his back arcing and the skin being scraped from his back. He was more keenly aware of the disgust from within that was slowly fading away as the hollow buried itself. But that didn’t mean he was gone. If he had to fight the raping of his body or its take over, sadly, the latter was higher on his list of importance. His own ragged moan startled him back to full consciousness. His arm jerked from his face and he looked up. Glazed teal eyes were also looking off as he pounded into him. The hollow suddenly surged and his hand shot up to punch the arrancar in the face.
Grimmjaw smacked the hand aside with irritation and released his hold on the boy’s dick to backhand him. The sting seemed to shock him and the yellow in his eyes faded. Little fucker needed to learn his place, and he was the one to show it to him. He pressed the legs down and leaned over. He renewed his efforts with force and soon the cries grew louder and the shifting under him only deepened his penetration. He let out a moan as Ichigo quivered beneath him.
As he came, the hand pumping over his cock halted and he felt all attention shift focus. Ichigo didn’t want to open his eyes to look into his violator’s face. It had been twice now, and he didn’t doubt it happening again. If he continued to waver, to show fear and uncertainty, it would happen over and over. His hips fell to the ground as he felt the other body move away. He cracked his eyes open to watch Grimmjaw as he pulled up his hakama. He hadn’t seemed like himself either, and that worried him, too. Whatever was pissing the arrancar off only meant trouble for him, because his ass was going to be the stress relief.
Ichigo sat up and gave a small peep at the pain. He heard the snort and gave the teal-haired arrancar a glare. Grimmjaw just laughed, shoving hands in his pockets as the sky tore open. “Yer tigheter than her, I’ll give ya that,” he mused to himself, turning and disappearing.
Ichigo rolled to his hands and knees and stood carefully. “Tighter than who?” was he snarled response to no one. He ignored the hollow’s knowing laugh and shuffled over to pick up Zangetsu. Going to see Urahara right then wasn’t a good idea… Trying to explain where all the scratches and blood had come from wasn’t something he was looking forward to, so he went home and hoped that his stupid father was asleep…
Notes : Yeah, I created a kind of time vortex thingy… Instead of Ichigo leaving a few days after Orihime disappears, it’s been a few weeks. Either that, or there is a time difference between Karakura and Hueco Mundo. From what we’ve seen, there isn’t, so my little AU is just a few weeks off of the regular storyline. Aa well…
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Yaoi, pr0n, rape, non-con, blood, violence, spoilers up to recent chapters, Grimmjaw’s mouth is unfiltered potty mouth goodness;
Disclaimer: If Grimmjaw were mine, the world would have ended already…
Summary/Notes: Just another step on the path of sexual delusion. I’d say I felt sorry for Ichigo, but I don’t. At least I didn’t laugh at his misfortune this time... much... There are small references to my GrimmHime fic Ownership or Possession in the beginning and very end, so yeah, these are in the same Alternative Universe.
A Night Visit
Revenge is Best Served Raw
He was fucking pissed off because that bastard had all but banned him from seeing the girl. There was no way in hell he was gonna ask, and he didn’t trust any of those other dumbasses too provide him with a good enough fuck. So, there was only one place to go. He laughed as he ripped open the fabric of reality and stepped through, his left hand deep inside his pocket. This time the little jerk wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing…
Ichigo sat on his bed at the Vaizard warehouse. Inoue was gone. He could count the days over and over in his head and nothing could be changed. Rukia, Renji, Madarame and Ayasekawa had all been taken back by Byakuya and Zaraki. There was a chance Matsumoto would have stayed, but with Toushirou right there, how could she have even tried..? His brow furrowed. He was still here, doing what? Training, while they were doing god knows what to Inoue. What did they want her for? He leaned his forehead onto his clasped hands. He didn’t know how the others had managed to dissuade him from going in the first place. The entire thing was his fault. He scribbled on a random piece of paper before he stood, grabbing Zangetsu and slinging him over his shoulder. “Let’s go old man.”
He walked through the empty room. Hirako, sandal abuser, porn lady, Kensei and the big guy, none of them were there. If anything, that just made him even more nervous. If at least one or two of them had been there to attempt to stop him he wouldn’t have the foreboding feeling in his gut right now. He shrugged it off and went up the steps two at a time. If they weren’t there, he wasn’t going to stick around and waste the opportunity to leave without questions. The note he left should be good enough.
He set a quick pace towards Urahara Shouten. If anyone knew how to get Orihime back, it would be him. He probably had known the entire time and hadn’t said anything. He grit his teeth as he started to run. He tripped on nothing as he felt the spike of power. His chest tightened and he burst into a sprint. Not now! He couldn’t come now! Once they were in Hueco Mundo, he could deal with him. He* would* kill him, but he couldn’t right now!
“Where ya runnin’ to, shinigami?”
Ichigo whirled around, swinging at the voice. Son of a bitch! He was nearly there, it was a few streets away, but he knew he wasn’t fast enough. He almost cried in frustration and fear. “I was comin’ to Hueco Mundo to kick your sorry ass!” Ichigo shouted, eyes locking onto Grimmjaw’s. He wouldn’t be afraid of him! If he was going to save Inoue and stop Aizen, he would have to beat this bastard first.
“Then come ‘n get it, shinigami,” Grimmjaw sneered, gesturing with one hand as he pulled his zanpakuto out with the other.
Ichigo stared. “Your arm-“
Grimmjaw laughed, gripping his left hand into a fist. “That’s right. It’s a gift from Hime-chan.”
Ichigo charged forward and grabbed the arrancar’s collar. “What have you done to her?! Is she alright?! I’ll kill you if-“
Grimmjaw punched Ichigo in the stomach and he slid down, hacking. He kicked the boy into the wall across the street. “Shouldn’ worry ‘bout what the fuck I was doin’ to her. Should worry ‘bout what tha grinnin’ asshole is doin’,” Grimmjaw snarled under his breath, zanpakuto gripped tightly as it glinted dangerously at his side. “I didn’t com ‘ere ta remind me of the shit I left behind!”
“The hell are you talking about?!” Ichigo snapped, parrying the blade that came down at him. Grimmjaw had been talking to himself for a while there, and whatever he had said had managed to piss him off.
There was no answer, just a stabbing motion. It was like that for a while, a dangerous play as they tried to kill each other. Ichigo could forget his fear if it stayed like this. This was something he could handle. He grunted as the teal-haired arrancar took a slice out of his cheek.
This is boring, Aibou…
Ichigo jerked, losing his concentration just long enough to get a punch to his face. “Shit!” he shouted, wiping the blood pouring from his forehead. “Shut the hell up and don’t interfere!”
“The fuck you talkin’ to, shinigami?” Grimmjaw snarled, foot coming down to crush his opponent’s neck. Ichigo rolled out of the way. “That other bastard gonna come out again? I got what he wants right here,” Grimmjaw jeered, giving his crotch a rough pat.
You gonna just let him talk like that? Come on, Aibou. Let me fuck him up really good this time.
// Shut up! I won’t *ever* do that again! EVER! //
Che.
“You think you can just stare off?” Grimmjaw backhanded Ichigo against the wall. With a twist of his wrist, he disarmed the boy and Zangetsu flew off. “I ain’t gonna just let you off, shinigami. I’ll pay ya back fer last time, just like I promised.”
He’s gonna do it, Aibou… come on, let me-
// No! //
Ichigo hit the ground, arms scraping against the concrete. He pushed up only to have a knee dig into the center of his back. His head was shoved down and he felt the other hand grabbing at his clothes. He screamed in rage and reached back. The hand on the back of his head shifted before an elbow smashed into his upper arm, pinning him by the shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up and be still,” Grimmjaw growled, “I ain’t got time ta play with yer ass, besides the usual anyway…”
Aibou…!
// SHUT UP! //
Ichigo planted his other hand on the ground and heaved upwards with a yell. Grimmjaw blinked before being throw to the side. Regaining his feet, the boy turned his head to glare. "Basta-"
Grimmjaw kicked him behind his knees and he crumpled halfway down. He wavered before a hand smacked into the front of his face and slammed him to the ground on his back. He gave a small cry of pain as the dizziness hit him. He felt a solid weight settle on his hips and looked up to see Grimmjaw straddling his waist. His lips raised in a snarl. Both fists where grabbed and the arrancar laughed at him.
"Nice ta get a fighter every once in a while," he mused aloud, before elbowing Ichigo in the neck and making him choke.
As Ichigo cough up a lung, Grimmjaw did his best to strip him of clothing while still keeping flailing limbs from hitting him in the face. As the brown eyes glared at him, he saw them flashing yellow. He raised a lip in a snarl as he yanked the kimono down to expose a muscular chest. He kept a close eye on him as the boy stilled and his eyes drifted away.
He's gonna fuck you, and you're just gonna let him do it.
// I won't! Shut the hell up! You're distracting me! //
Body doesn't seem to be that distracted, was the growling response as Ichigo became away of the friction against his groin from the arrancar's shifting movements.
He became suddenly aware again as the weigh lifted and he was flipped to his stomach. Hakama pulled down, his eyes widened. He started to push up but the pressure at his entrance made him jerk to a stop. He could *feel* the hollow inside of him smirking, smugness just too much to keep to himself. His hands snapped back to push against the hips that were starting to shove forward to begin his violation.
"Son of a bitch-!" Ichigo cursed, arms shaking from the effort as he was losing the battle. It hurt! It hurt so bad, but the lack of commentary from the arrancar was what was bothering him the most. No sneering or dirty remarks, just grunts, hisses, and silence. He gave a yelp as his arms slid off and the rest of Grimmjaw's length slammed into him. He buried his face into his arms and trembled.
The hands on his hips loosened, but he was in too much pain to take advantage of it. He wheezed and eventually, the pain lessened. He was silently thankful for the reprieve in movement but had no idea why it had been given. If the bastard was feeling sorry for him, he shouldn't be shoving his dick up his ass in the first place!
Any thoughts of perceived sympathy went down the drain as a hand latched on his shoulder and brought him up to his knees. His hand found the brick wall next to him and rubbed his fingertips raw as he jerked back and forth. He hissed as the last stab of pain left. Just like last time…
Grimmjaw thrust deeply into the boy, giving his own responding jet of air from between clenched teeth. He stopped to look at the heaving back. He growled and started to flip the boy to his back. The shinigami put up a fight, but it was hard when a leg movement could send you into a semi paralyzing spasm of pain. He took said legs and propped them on his shoulders while he grabbed grasping hands. He shifted the other’s hips and drove in.
Ichigo gave a small yell before snapping his mouth closed and turning his head. He wouldn’t give the bastard that satisfaction, and even if he hadn’t cared about that, the idea of Urahara coming to check up on the screams would have been mortifying. Even more horrifying would be if those two brats or Tessai came… His hips jerked down even as he demanded they stay still.
The shinigami’s eyes were drifting off again. Grimmjaw hiked up the hips a bit more and pushed up, rubbing against the prostate and releasing a moan from reluctant lips. “You give up now, shinigami?” Grimmjaw sneered, releasing one of the boy’s hands so he could stroke the neglected dick throbbing against his stomach. He saw the hand tighten into a fist and prepared to dodge, but it just reached up and over to cover the boy’s own face.
With a snort, the arrancar took it as a yes and released his hold on the other hand. It didn’t move, keeping still except for fingers twitching besides his head. He watched as the body beneath him jerked with his movements, mouth panting between groans and faint pleas. After last time he expected a hell of a fight, but he didn’t even feel that disappointed. This was a just a distraction anyway…
Ichigo vaguely felt his back arcing and the skin being scraped from his back. He was more keenly aware of the disgust from within that was slowly fading away as the hollow buried itself. But that didn’t mean he was gone. If he had to fight the raping of his body or its take over, sadly, the latter was higher on his list of importance. His own ragged moan startled him back to full consciousness. His arm jerked from his face and he looked up. Glazed teal eyes were also looking off as he pounded into him. The hollow suddenly surged and his hand shot up to punch the arrancar in the face.
Grimmjaw smacked the hand aside with irritation and released his hold on the boy’s dick to backhand him. The sting seemed to shock him and the yellow in his eyes faded. Little fucker needed to learn his place, and he was the one to show it to him. He pressed the legs down and leaned over. He renewed his efforts with force and soon the cries grew louder and the shifting under him only deepened his penetration. He let out a moan as Ichigo quivered beneath him.
As he came, the hand pumping over his cock halted and he felt all attention shift focus. Ichigo didn’t want to open his eyes to look into his violator’s face. It had been twice now, and he didn’t doubt it happening again. If he continued to waver, to show fear and uncertainty, it would happen over and over. His hips fell to the ground as he felt the other body move away. He cracked his eyes open to watch Grimmjaw as he pulled up his hakama. He hadn’t seemed like himself either, and that worried him, too. Whatever was pissing the arrancar off only meant trouble for him, because his ass was going to be the stress relief.
Ichigo sat up and gave a small peep at the pain. He heard the snort and gave the teal-haired arrancar a glare. Grimmjaw just laughed, shoving hands in his pockets as the sky tore open. “Yer tigheter than her, I’ll give ya that,” he mused to himself, turning and disappearing.
Ichigo rolled to his hands and knees and stood carefully. “Tighter than who?” was he snarled response to no one. He ignored the hollow’s knowing laugh and shuffled over to pick up Zangetsu. Going to see Urahara right then wasn’t a good idea… Trying to explain where all the scratches and blood had come from wasn’t something he was looking forward to, so he went home and hoped that his stupid father was asleep…
Notes : Yeah, I created a kind of time vortex thingy… Instead of Ichigo leaving a few days after Orihime disappears, it’s been a few weeks. Either that, or there is a time difference between Karakura and Hueco Mundo. From what we’ve seen, there isn’t, so my little AU is just a few weeks off of the regular storyline. Aa well…