Grimmjaw / Orihime NC-17 Confrontation & Regret
Title: Confrontation & Regret
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjaw Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime, mentions of Grimmjaw Jaggerjack / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, spoilers from ch.244, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth;
Disclaimer: Not mine…. ::still sad about it::
Summary/Notes: This is actually the 4th installment in both of my continuing Grimmjaw fics, though there isn't any explicit mentions of GrimmIchi in it, you know it happens.
Grimmjaw / Orihime
A Gift in Thanks
Ownership or Possession
Attachment
Grimmjaw / Ichigo
A Night Visit
Revenge is Best Served Raw
Interlude
He prevented her legs from snapping shut around his head by placing his hands on each thigh and holding them in place.
"Aa! Grimmjaw, please come back up! You don't have to aaAAA-" and he smirked as her hands slapped over her mouth to stop the scream. His tongue had been just about everywhere else on her, he saw no reason why she didn't see the natural progression. She struggled against his hands despite knowing how futile it was and his tongue ran between the folds and flicked at her clit. She gave another strangled noise and her body shifted back and forth as her head shook violently in denial. She had done that when he'd first taken her, too. It meant nothing.
Orihime felt her face burn hot as she tried to cover her eyes and mouth at the same time. He wasn't down there! He wasn't looking at her private parts and -she held back another moan- God, yes he was and his tongue was doing *wonderful* things that made her -she arced her back- wish he'd never come back up. Her feet kicked as she moved, pressing down to drive his tongue deeper. She bit her fingers to stop the noises that were threatening to spill from her. She whimpered and twisted in the sheets, barely able to control herself anymore. It was broken when she felt the vibration against her clit and convulsed, mouth flying open and embarrassment forgotten.
"Grimmjaw!"
He just sneered as he inserted two fingers. Her fighting was always amusing and never lasted long. Her legs stayed open all on their own now and she was whining in that way that told him it felt *really* good but wasn't enough. He ran his fingers over her g-spot and felt the reaction through her whole body. When his tongue touched her clit at the same time, he had to use his available hand and elbow to prevent her legs from snapping shut and suffocating him.
All at once, she came, sputtering, trembling, and crying. The crying was a recent thing, and he still was irked by it. The first time she'd started that blubbering he had snapped, "The fuck are you cryin' for?" She just shook her head and muttered something as she came down from her high and he ripped her hands from her mouth, eyes boring into her even though she had turned her head from him. She had started blushing then, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. Not only couldn't he figure out why, he was pissed because he *wanted* to know why and the lingering hard-on only twitched at how fuckable she looked like that.
"It… well, it just," she babbled. She had recognized that his temper was flaring and spat out, "It felt really, really good and I just couldn't help it!"
He had blinked, slightly incredulous. He didn't care how fucking good the sex was. It wasn't worth crying over. There wasn't anything worth crying over…
Grimmjaw licked his lips to gather the remaining juices as his hips settled between her legs. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up, rubbing her against his erection as he positioned her in his lap. He pressed his lips to hers, then her mouth opened and his tongue pushed in. She sighed into his mouth and he put a hand on the small of her back, pulling her even closer.
Orihime could taste it, a distinct flavor that wasn't him. Was this what she tasted like? Kind of strange. His tongue ran over her lips and she gave another sigh, inviting it back inside. She felt herself suddenly spinning and wavered a little before opened her eyes. She wondered if Grimmjaw was getting tired because he always did all the work. He leaned back, his head against the headboard propped up on his elbows. She pursed her lips.
"Do you want a pillow?" She cocked her head and looked at the huge pile of pillows -even bigger than before- that lay next to the bed. She went to reach for one but he grabbed her face with a hand and brought her down. She liked kissing, and she thinks Grimmjaw does, too, because he did it much more now than before. She enjoyed thinking of it as a wrestling match, but it'd be pretty boring for anyone watching because he always won. He must have an oxygen tank hidden in his hole because it was impossible for anyone to hold their breath that long. She had learned that the best way to distract him enough so she could breath was to give him a light stroke if he hadn't entered her yet.
When she touched him he always paused, and she wondered if it was because it felt really good or because she rarely touched him. She really hadn't ever gotten a good, close look at his… 'pleasure stick' … She had tried, but Grimmjaw was very distracting with his hands. He had to do other things besides fight to get his fingers to move inside of her so well. Maybe he built Gundam Models? And he painted them! He had a Super A + grade 1/44th scale Justice Gundam inside of his closet that he was painting by hand with a tiny nail polish brush!
She gave an 'Ack!' as she was hit with something soft. She blinked repeatedly then looked down as Grimmjaw fell back against one of the bigger pillows within reach of the bed. Orihime blinked again. Did he just hit her with a pillow? She would have asked, but his eyes had narrowed and she recognized the signs of impatience. She bent down and placed her lips on his collarbone. She gnawed on it a little and heard his snort. For some reason, he seemed amused at her attempts at chewing on him, and she vaguely wondered if he was ticklish. That was something she didn't dare try. The picture of Grimmjaw laughing was really, really strange, and truly told, scary. Grimmjaw only laughed when he was about to do something extremely violent. If she tickled him and he laughed, would he blast out a wall?
Her fingers traced the rim of his hole before going further down to pass through a patch of curls. She positioned herself over him and used her hand to guide him in. He pulled at her hair and she came up for another kiss. She was released as the last of his length slid inside. She was already well prepared, and all the kissing and really made her eager.
His eyes slid down to watch their joining and then just glazed over slightly. She couldn't ever really tell what he was looking at sometimes, just that it was her. When he laid back and just let her do whatever she wanted, she tried really hard to make him climax first. She always came first, and a lot of times, more than once. It was depressing that she was the one enjoying herself the most and letting him do all the work, but it was hard not to, since he took control most of the time…
Besides, his expressions weren't very varied when she was topping, and she could only tell if something felt good by how long he blinked and slight eyebrow twitches. When she sank down lower and gave her hips a little twist like so, depending on how off-guard she caught him, she could hear a hiss pass through his teeth. He also growled when she squeezed down on him. One time, she had done them both at once, and the look he gave her frightened her. He had immediately flipped them and not more than a minute later finished her off and then came himself. While he always gave some kind of curse when he came, the string he let off that time made her wonder if he was really mad. He didn't give her a chance to ask because he left right afterwards, not even lingering behind like he had been… She shook her head to clear her mind.
She moved on top of him quickly, every movement sending a ripple through her body that he could feel just as well as she could. When she came, he lifted her with his hands and thrust up, hips rising from the bed to pump into her trembling form. He closed his eyes as he released and she slid back down out of his grip. Her eyes closed and she slowly bent forward until she lay atop him, legs bed to either side of him like he was before, but top half pressed to him. Grimmjaw didn't know how she was comfortable like that, and she hadn't even let him slide out either. He reached down to cup her ass and lifted to allow himself to slide out. She shifted a bit, but only brought an arm up to rest under her head.
He gave a small snort. She had the audacity to just fall asleep on top of him? He was tempted to push her off, but her heat was comfortable and he really didn't even feel like it. He looked over at their clothes and then to the ceiling. He put his hands behind his head and stared. Leaving felt like more of a pain in the ass than just laying there. He could also hear Wanderweiss outside the door whining to be let in, and like hell was he gonna let the little bastard in after he left anyway.
He could feel it rising up from the depths… He blinked and reached to push her legs down. He put a hand to her back and rolled to his side. The bitch was heavier than you would have thought. She gave a small noise and startled a bit before pressing closer. Her face nuzzled against his chest, and her legs situated themselves amongst his and he could feel her falling into a deeper sleep. He stared at the wall and felt himself fading. The darkness crept up and engulfed him from behind and his eyes closed…
His eyes snapped open and the wall greeted him. Blinking several times to get rid of the fuzziness around his vision, he looked down and watched her eyelids twitch as she entered deep sleep. It had been a few hours then. He looked over his shoulder out the window at the moon. Quite a few hours. He rolled away and left the bed, which was harder said than done as she had been humping one of his legs and drooling on him.
When finished getting dressed, he opened the door and stared down at the little blonde arrancar sleeping in front of the door. The little bastard was sleeping again. He didn't *need* to sleep, so there was no point in it. He mentally staked the part of him that pointed at what he had been doing for the past 4 hours and maintained to himself that he hadn't been sleeping.
He was spared from making up any real descriptions of what he was doing -which was *not* sleeping- as the entire Hueco Mundo shook with the force of the reiatsu that flooded its walls. His scowl slowly spread into a sadistic grin at the familiarness of the shinigami's power radiating through him. He heard Orihime and Wanderweiss both give a startled 'Huee?!' and laughed as he left them both to go play.
He was going to have some real fun today! His other little bitch decided to pop in for a visit…
Ichigo, Ishida, and Sado jumped through the tear and looked around. Even if they were expecting something to attack them, none of them had thought it would be THAT big and seemingly crawling across the ceiling. They ran from it, though Ichigo was still pissed at that, defeated their foes, and made it to the main part of the castle thingy without much incident, considering where they were.
They all sensed it at the same time, but it was Ichigo who dashed off first towards the power flaring madly.
"Kurosaki!" Ishida yelled, but was stopped from chasing after him by another arrancar obviously more powerful than the first two. He gave an irritated snort. "Idiot."
Sado lifted his fist and looked down the hall where Ichigo had run. His own opponent materialized from the darkness and he burst forth. This time, he would be able to help Ichigo… He wouldn't allow himself to be left behind!
Ichigo dashed down the hall. He slid around the corner and under a fist that was awaiting him. "Grimmjaw!"
"Hey there, shinigami!" Grimmjaw snarled, smile nearly splitting his face. "And here I thought you were just talkin' shit!"
"Where's Inoue?!"
"When I left her, she was sleepin' just as nice," Grimmjaw drawled, hand on the pommel of his zanpakuto.
The hollow inside shifted and Ichigo felt its amusement. His lip rose at the feeling. "Tell me where she is!"
Grimmjaw laughed and it echoed down the hall. "The fuck would I tell ya that for? She's mine, shinigami! I ain't handin' her over to yer punk ass!"
Ichigo raised Zangetsu. "You'll give her to me if I break your face!"
"So scared," Grimmjaw sneered.
"Bankai!"
Grimmjaw felt the overwhelming reiatsu blast past him before it calmed. "You ain't any better 'n last time. Where d'you get off sayin' you'll break my face?" He pulled the zanpakuto from its sheath. "The only thing breaking here is you!"
They covered the distance between themselves quickly and sparks flew as their blades met. They screamed and snarled at each other as they flew back and forth, slashing and bleeding from minor wounds. Ichigo fell to the ground and slid, only stopping as he stabbed Zangetsu into the ground. Grimmjaw fell from above and Ichigo rolled back. Just as the arrancar was about to stab forward and female voice cried out.
"Grimmjaw!" and arms latched around his waist as the body crashed into his side.
He looked at her idly. "What 'dyou want, woman?"
"Inoue!"
She looked at Ichigo and gave a weak smile before looking back up. "Please don't kill him! Please just-"
He grabbed her by her collar and yanked her away. "Stay outta my business. This fucker's been gratin' on my nerves for a while. I've had my fun with his ass, so I'm killin' 'im." He raised his arm and brought it down for the killing strike.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime screamed and threw herself towards him. "Santen Kesshun, I reject!"
Grimmjaw 's zanpakuto slamed into the barrier and snaped back. He blinked at the orange shield as it shimmered out of existence. Orihime stared up at him, determined as she knelt in front of the shinigami. Hands to the sides of her head ready for another defensive spell, her eyes pleaded with him. "Please, Grimmjaw! I-"
He snatched her hands and pinned her between him and Ichigo as he growled into the shinigami's face. He ground against her and heard her muffled whimper as Ichigo's eyes widened. "Aren't you pathetic, shinigami? Coming to save her and she saves you?"
Ichigo's breath caught as he saw Inoue's legs wrap around the arrancar's waist and her hands clench at the espada's chest. His eyes go back to the crazed teal-eyed stare.
"'s right, shinigami. She's mine!" He slammed Ichigo back and pressed down, Orihime still pinned between them and sniffling now in horror at what Kurosaki was just now figuring out. "Only difference between you and her is that she don't bleed every time," he laughed, placing a hand between their bodies and cupping the girl's ass so he took her with him as he stood. He started to drop her and she yelped, clinging. He hefted her under his arm and she lowered her head, unable to meet Ichigo's gaze as he stared in disbelief at them both.
"You-!" Ichigo's hand tightened on Zangetsu's grip and he pulled to his feet. "The hell did you-!"
"Same thing I did to you, 'cept she likes it," Grimmjaw cackled, head falling back at the shock on the boy's face. "Why'd you think she was sleepin' when I left?"
Orihime sobbed. She shook as Grimmjaw shifted her weight. She didn't want Kurosaki-kun to know! Of all the people, she hadn't wanted him to know the most! She cried softly as the cruel words spilled from his lips. She couldn't even bring herself to beg him to stop. The damage was done..
"I'll give ya one thing though. Told ya, you were tighter 'n her…"
Her cries stopped as the obvious hit her. I've had my fun with his ass… Only difference between you and her… Same thing I did to you… Told ya, you were tighter 'n her… Her eyes raised and she met Ichigo's eyes for the first time since she had arrived. The same terror and embarrassment resided on his face that she knew was on hers.
"Kurosaki-kun…"
Grimmjaw raised his hand and fired a cero. Ichigo barely moved out of the way in time. Smoke and debris flew through the air and Grimmjaw's voice boomed over it all as he laughed maniacally. "If ya want the little bitch back, come 'n find her, shinigami! Careful not ta die, cus I wanna be tha one to do it!"
Ichigo coughed and looked through the smoke as it cleared. Grimmjaw and Orihime were gone… He dropped down to his knees and squeezed his eyes shut. He should have come sooner! He should have saved Inoue before… He roared out in fury and punched his fist into the ground. "Dammit! Dammitdammitdammitdammit!"
Sado slowed down to a jog as he entered into the partially destroyed hallway, Ishida right behind him. He took a few steps closer but stopped as he heard Ichigo's softly muttered, "I'm sorry, Inoue…"
Notes : Grimmjaw has a pleasure stick! :DI didn't even both with a preamble. I just jumped straight into the sex with this one. I was like, 'Hmmm, how do I get them to this point?' realized, I've done 3 other ones to get them to this point, screw it… I have also been obsessing over doing that beginning scene since the second part was written. I fretted over making Grimmjaw do that, but decided 'To hell with it all!' and wrote it anyway. Of course, he has completely bitchified himself, but he doesn’t need to know that… I console him with the fact that he has now touched every part of Orihime's body and she's officially his. I'm also amused at the idea that Grimmjaw giving Orihime oral isn't strange to me at all…::shrugs:: You know, I think that at this point, Orihime could laugh at Grimmjaw and he wouldn't immediately kill her with a cero. Sex would just be a bit painful for a while.
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjaw Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime, mentions of Grimmjaw Jaggerjack / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, spoilers from ch.244, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth;
Disclaimer: Not mine…. ::still sad about it::
Summary/Notes: This is actually the 4th installment in both of my continuing Grimmjaw fics, though there isn't any explicit mentions of GrimmIchi in it, you know it happens.
Grimmjaw / Orihime
A Gift in Thanks
Ownership or Possession
Attachment
Grimmjaw / Ichigo
A Night Visit
Revenge is Best Served Raw
Interlude
He prevented her legs from snapping shut around his head by placing his hands on each thigh and holding them in place.
"Aa! Grimmjaw, please come back up! You don't have to aaAAA-" and he smirked as her hands slapped over her mouth to stop the scream. His tongue had been just about everywhere else on her, he saw no reason why she didn't see the natural progression. She struggled against his hands despite knowing how futile it was and his tongue ran between the folds and flicked at her clit. She gave another strangled noise and her body shifted back and forth as her head shook violently in denial. She had done that when he'd first taken her, too. It meant nothing.
Orihime felt her face burn hot as she tried to cover her eyes and mouth at the same time. He wasn't down there! He wasn't looking at her private parts and -she held back another moan- God, yes he was and his tongue was doing *wonderful* things that made her -she arced her back- wish he'd never come back up. Her feet kicked as she moved, pressing down to drive his tongue deeper. She bit her fingers to stop the noises that were threatening to spill from her. She whimpered and twisted in the sheets, barely able to control herself anymore. It was broken when she felt the vibration against her clit and convulsed, mouth flying open and embarrassment forgotten.
"Grimmjaw!"
He just sneered as he inserted two fingers. Her fighting was always amusing and never lasted long. Her legs stayed open all on their own now and she was whining in that way that told him it felt *really* good but wasn't enough. He ran his fingers over her g-spot and felt the reaction through her whole body. When his tongue touched her clit at the same time, he had to use his available hand and elbow to prevent her legs from snapping shut and suffocating him.
All at once, she came, sputtering, trembling, and crying. The crying was a recent thing, and he still was irked by it. The first time she'd started that blubbering he had snapped, "The fuck are you cryin' for?" She just shook her head and muttered something as she came down from her high and he ripped her hands from her mouth, eyes boring into her even though she had turned her head from him. She had started blushing then, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. Not only couldn't he figure out why, he was pissed because he *wanted* to know why and the lingering hard-on only twitched at how fuckable she looked like that.
"It… well, it just," she babbled. She had recognized that his temper was flaring and spat out, "It felt really, really good and I just couldn't help it!"
He had blinked, slightly incredulous. He didn't care how fucking good the sex was. It wasn't worth crying over. There wasn't anything worth crying over…
Grimmjaw licked his lips to gather the remaining juices as his hips settled between her legs. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up, rubbing her against his erection as he positioned her in his lap. He pressed his lips to hers, then her mouth opened and his tongue pushed in. She sighed into his mouth and he put a hand on the small of her back, pulling her even closer.
Orihime could taste it, a distinct flavor that wasn't him. Was this what she tasted like? Kind of strange. His tongue ran over her lips and she gave another sigh, inviting it back inside. She felt herself suddenly spinning and wavered a little before opened her eyes. She wondered if Grimmjaw was getting tired because he always did all the work. He leaned back, his head against the headboard propped up on his elbows. She pursed her lips.
"Do you want a pillow?" She cocked her head and looked at the huge pile of pillows -even bigger than before- that lay next to the bed. She went to reach for one but he grabbed her face with a hand and brought her down. She liked kissing, and she thinks Grimmjaw does, too, because he did it much more now than before. She enjoyed thinking of it as a wrestling match, but it'd be pretty boring for anyone watching because he always won. He must have an oxygen tank hidden in his hole because it was impossible for anyone to hold their breath that long. She had learned that the best way to distract him enough so she could breath was to give him a light stroke if he hadn't entered her yet.
When she touched him he always paused, and she wondered if it was because it felt really good or because she rarely touched him. She really hadn't ever gotten a good, close look at his… 'pleasure stick' … She had tried, but Grimmjaw was very distracting with his hands. He had to do other things besides fight to get his fingers to move inside of her so well. Maybe he built Gundam Models? And he painted them! He had a Super A + grade 1/44th scale Justice Gundam inside of his closet that he was painting by hand with a tiny nail polish brush!
She gave an 'Ack!' as she was hit with something soft. She blinked repeatedly then looked down as Grimmjaw fell back against one of the bigger pillows within reach of the bed. Orihime blinked again. Did he just hit her with a pillow? She would have asked, but his eyes had narrowed and she recognized the signs of impatience. She bent down and placed her lips on his collarbone. She gnawed on it a little and heard his snort. For some reason, he seemed amused at her attempts at chewing on him, and she vaguely wondered if he was ticklish. That was something she didn't dare try. The picture of Grimmjaw laughing was really, really strange, and truly told, scary. Grimmjaw only laughed when he was about to do something extremely violent. If she tickled him and he laughed, would he blast out a wall?
Her fingers traced the rim of his hole before going further down to pass through a patch of curls. She positioned herself over him and used her hand to guide him in. He pulled at her hair and she came up for another kiss. She was released as the last of his length slid inside. She was already well prepared, and all the kissing and really made her eager.
His eyes slid down to watch their joining and then just glazed over slightly. She couldn't ever really tell what he was looking at sometimes, just that it was her. When he laid back and just let her do whatever she wanted, she tried really hard to make him climax first. She always came first, and a lot of times, more than once. It was depressing that she was the one enjoying herself the most and letting him do all the work, but it was hard not to, since he took control most of the time…
Besides, his expressions weren't very varied when she was topping, and she could only tell if something felt good by how long he blinked and slight eyebrow twitches. When she sank down lower and gave her hips a little twist like so, depending on how off-guard she caught him, she could hear a hiss pass through his teeth. He also growled when she squeezed down on him. One time, she had done them both at once, and the look he gave her frightened her. He had immediately flipped them and not more than a minute later finished her off and then came himself. While he always gave some kind of curse when he came, the string he let off that time made her wonder if he was really mad. He didn't give her a chance to ask because he left right afterwards, not even lingering behind like he had been… She shook her head to clear her mind.
She moved on top of him quickly, every movement sending a ripple through her body that he could feel just as well as she could. When she came, he lifted her with his hands and thrust up, hips rising from the bed to pump into her trembling form. He closed his eyes as he released and she slid back down out of his grip. Her eyes closed and she slowly bent forward until she lay atop him, legs bed to either side of him like he was before, but top half pressed to him. Grimmjaw didn't know how she was comfortable like that, and she hadn't even let him slide out either. He reached down to cup her ass and lifted to allow himself to slide out. She shifted a bit, but only brought an arm up to rest under her head.
He gave a small snort. She had the audacity to just fall asleep on top of him? He was tempted to push her off, but her heat was comfortable and he really didn't even feel like it. He looked over at their clothes and then to the ceiling. He put his hands behind his head and stared. Leaving felt like more of a pain in the ass than just laying there. He could also hear Wanderweiss outside the door whining to be let in, and like hell was he gonna let the little bastard in after he left anyway.
He could feel it rising up from the depths… He blinked and reached to push her legs down. He put a hand to her back and rolled to his side. The bitch was heavier than you would have thought. She gave a small noise and startled a bit before pressing closer. Her face nuzzled against his chest, and her legs situated themselves amongst his and he could feel her falling into a deeper sleep. He stared at the wall and felt himself fading. The darkness crept up and engulfed him from behind and his eyes closed…
His eyes snapped open and the wall greeted him. Blinking several times to get rid of the fuzziness around his vision, he looked down and watched her eyelids twitch as she entered deep sleep. It had been a few hours then. He looked over his shoulder out the window at the moon. Quite a few hours. He rolled away and left the bed, which was harder said than done as she had been humping one of his legs and drooling on him.
When finished getting dressed, he opened the door and stared down at the little blonde arrancar sleeping in front of the door. The little bastard was sleeping again. He didn't *need* to sleep, so there was no point in it. He mentally staked the part of him that pointed at what he had been doing for the past 4 hours and maintained to himself that he hadn't been sleeping.
He was spared from making up any real descriptions of what he was doing -which was *not* sleeping- as the entire Hueco Mundo shook with the force of the reiatsu that flooded its walls. His scowl slowly spread into a sadistic grin at the familiarness of the shinigami's power radiating through him. He heard Orihime and Wanderweiss both give a startled 'Huee?!' and laughed as he left them both to go play.
He was going to have some real fun today! His other little bitch decided to pop in for a visit…
Ichigo, Ishida, and Sado jumped through the tear and looked around. Even if they were expecting something to attack them, none of them had thought it would be THAT big and seemingly crawling across the ceiling. They ran from it, though Ichigo was still pissed at that, defeated their foes, and made it to the main part of the castle thingy without much incident, considering where they were.
They all sensed it at the same time, but it was Ichigo who dashed off first towards the power flaring madly.
"Kurosaki!" Ishida yelled, but was stopped from chasing after him by another arrancar obviously more powerful than the first two. He gave an irritated snort. "Idiot."
Sado lifted his fist and looked down the hall where Ichigo had run. His own opponent materialized from the darkness and he burst forth. This time, he would be able to help Ichigo… He wouldn't allow himself to be left behind!
Ichigo dashed down the hall. He slid around the corner and under a fist that was awaiting him. "Grimmjaw!"
"Hey there, shinigami!" Grimmjaw snarled, smile nearly splitting his face. "And here I thought you were just talkin' shit!"
"Where's Inoue?!"
"When I left her, she was sleepin' just as nice," Grimmjaw drawled, hand on the pommel of his zanpakuto.
The hollow inside shifted and Ichigo felt its amusement. His lip rose at the feeling. "Tell me where she is!"
Grimmjaw laughed and it echoed down the hall. "The fuck would I tell ya that for? She's mine, shinigami! I ain't handin' her over to yer punk ass!"
Ichigo raised Zangetsu. "You'll give her to me if I break your face!"
"So scared," Grimmjaw sneered.
"Bankai!"
Grimmjaw felt the overwhelming reiatsu blast past him before it calmed. "You ain't any better 'n last time. Where d'you get off sayin' you'll break my face?" He pulled the zanpakuto from its sheath. "The only thing breaking here is you!"
They covered the distance between themselves quickly and sparks flew as their blades met. They screamed and snarled at each other as they flew back and forth, slashing and bleeding from minor wounds. Ichigo fell to the ground and slid, only stopping as he stabbed Zangetsu into the ground. Grimmjaw fell from above and Ichigo rolled back. Just as the arrancar was about to stab forward and female voice cried out.
"Grimmjaw!" and arms latched around his waist as the body crashed into his side.
He looked at her idly. "What 'dyou want, woman?"
"Inoue!"
She looked at Ichigo and gave a weak smile before looking back up. "Please don't kill him! Please just-"
He grabbed her by her collar and yanked her away. "Stay outta my business. This fucker's been gratin' on my nerves for a while. I've had my fun with his ass, so I'm killin' 'im." He raised his arm and brought it down for the killing strike.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime screamed and threw herself towards him. "Santen Kesshun, I reject!"
Grimmjaw 's zanpakuto slamed into the barrier and snaped back. He blinked at the orange shield as it shimmered out of existence. Orihime stared up at him, determined as she knelt in front of the shinigami. Hands to the sides of her head ready for another defensive spell, her eyes pleaded with him. "Please, Grimmjaw! I-"
He snatched her hands and pinned her between him and Ichigo as he growled into the shinigami's face. He ground against her and heard her muffled whimper as Ichigo's eyes widened. "Aren't you pathetic, shinigami? Coming to save her and she saves you?"
Ichigo's breath caught as he saw Inoue's legs wrap around the arrancar's waist and her hands clench at the espada's chest. His eyes go back to the crazed teal-eyed stare.
"'s right, shinigami. She's mine!" He slammed Ichigo back and pressed down, Orihime still pinned between them and sniffling now in horror at what Kurosaki was just now figuring out. "Only difference between you and her is that she don't bleed every time," he laughed, placing a hand between their bodies and cupping the girl's ass so he took her with him as he stood. He started to drop her and she yelped, clinging. He hefted her under his arm and she lowered her head, unable to meet Ichigo's gaze as he stared in disbelief at them both.
"You-!" Ichigo's hand tightened on Zangetsu's grip and he pulled to his feet. "The hell did you-!"
"Same thing I did to you, 'cept she likes it," Grimmjaw cackled, head falling back at the shock on the boy's face. "Why'd you think she was sleepin' when I left?"
Orihime sobbed. She shook as Grimmjaw shifted her weight. She didn't want Kurosaki-kun to know! Of all the people, she hadn't wanted him to know the most! She cried softly as the cruel words spilled from his lips. She couldn't even bring herself to beg him to stop. The damage was done..
"I'll give ya one thing though. Told ya, you were tighter 'n her…"
Her cries stopped as the obvious hit her. I've had my fun with his ass… Only difference between you and her… Same thing I did to you… Told ya, you were tighter 'n her… Her eyes raised and she met Ichigo's eyes for the first time since she had arrived. The same terror and embarrassment resided on his face that she knew was on hers.
"Kurosaki-kun…"
Grimmjaw raised his hand and fired a cero. Ichigo barely moved out of the way in time. Smoke and debris flew through the air and Grimmjaw's voice boomed over it all as he laughed maniacally. "If ya want the little bitch back, come 'n find her, shinigami! Careful not ta die, cus I wanna be tha one to do it!"
Ichigo coughed and looked through the smoke as it cleared. Grimmjaw and Orihime were gone… He dropped down to his knees and squeezed his eyes shut. He should have come sooner! He should have saved Inoue before… He roared out in fury and punched his fist into the ground. "Dammit! Dammitdammitdammitdammit!"
Sado slowed down to a jog as he entered into the partially destroyed hallway, Ishida right behind him. He took a few steps closer but stopped as he heard Ichigo's softly muttered, "I'm sorry, Inoue…"
Notes : Grimmjaw has a pleasure stick! :DI didn't even both with a preamble. I just jumped straight into the sex with this one. I was like, 'Hmmm, how do I get them to this point?' realized, I've done 3 other ones to get them to this point, screw it… I have also been obsessing over doing that beginning scene since the second part was written. I fretted over making Grimmjaw do that, but decided 'To hell with it all!' and wrote it anyway. Of course, he has completely bitchified himself, but he doesn’t need to know that… I console him with the fact that he has now touched every part of Orihime's body and she's officially his. I'm also amused at the idea that Grimmjaw giving Orihime oral isn't strange to me at all…::shrugs:: You know, I think that at this point, Orihime could laugh at Grimmjaw and he wouldn't immediately kill her with a cero. Sex would just be a bit painful for a while.