My first Apache/Grimmjow fic.
Title: Breaking This Fixation
Rating: M/R/NC-17 (Take your pic, NOT work safe.)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Apache x Grimmjow
Notes: This has taken me a little while to complete. It is my first Bleach fic, not to mention first attempt at Apache x Grimmjow. As strange as this pairing is, I really have a thing for it. Any constructive feedback would be GREATLY appreciated...only thing I ask is that you're polite about it. Title taken from Muse's "Time Is Running Out"...that song was listened to a lot while writing this fic. Also, for those waiting for more One Piece fic from me, stay tuned!
The battle was raging, and Apache didn't know how to feel. It was an amazing blast of power...the orange haired Shinigami was good, beyond good even. He had powers that had forced Grimmjow to show his released form, and that in and of itself was a frightening sight. Her stomach was churning with each and every move of the battle, but a grin was on Apache's face the entire time.
He was strong. She had chosen one of the strongest in Hueco Mundo. And as she shielded her eyes from one of the attacks, she wondered if he was too strong. There was no doubt that his skill and power could crush many Shinigami in an instance.
The problem was, the boy he was fighting might just be a bit stronger.
And that frightened her.
* * *
"You're afraid to touch me! That's all it is!" shouted the little arrancar girl. There was a clear taunt to her voice, as she stared up at the Sexta Espada. Her lips were still sore from their last kiss, and she ran her hand across them to wipe away the salvia. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes as he stared down at her.
"...Shit, you talk too much girl. Go back to your mistress." His arms folded over his chest. "...You don't know what you're talking about...so just shut it." Apache grabbed his arm and yanked him down to look at her. Her violet eyes were filled with mischief.
"...I'm not going anywhere, Grimmjow. You gave me a taste, I'm not going to leave it at that.." She grinned, and Grimmjow shoved her off of him.
"Little Fraccion...." He turned his back to her, and folded his arms across his chest. "...You really don't know what you're getting yourself into." Spinning around in a flash, Apache found herself pinned against the wall, one of his hands holding both her wrists over her head. "...I'm not just one those boys or girls you play with. I'm a fucking Espada, bitch. I'll make you cry and wish you had never been born." His face was close to her own and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. It drove her wild.
"...Fuck yes. Don't you get it?! That's what I want! I want it rough, I want to FEEL it! I want someone who is going to make me feel SOMETHING because everyone else leaves me feeling numb." Violet eyes met his blue ones, and for a moment, Apache almost thought he understood her. Then he bursted into violent laughter, cackling loudly as he looked down on her, still pinning her to the white stone wall with one hand.
"What do you think the hole in your stomach means?" He said as he jabbed her in the chest, her jacket covering up where her hole was. "You're a hollow, Apache. You're not meant to feel the same intense passions that a human....or even the god damn shittygami feel."
"Then why did you kiss me?! For weeks now, we've been so close to it...I know you've wanted to touch me as much as I've wanted to touch you! I've never wanted to do someone so badly before-" She was silenced as his mouth covered her own, his tongue practically choking her. His grip on her wrists did not loosen.
"...You've never had someone as dangerous as me before. That's all." He said, fingers of one hand drifting down to toy with the zipper of her jacket, pulling it down just enough to give him a generous look at her cleavage. She seemed pleased by his actions.
"....Maybe so. I don't give a shit why, I just know I want you. And you want me. Just fucking give in already..." Grimmjow's face had made its way down into her cleavage, teeth clenched around the zipper, and yanking it down. Her wrists were released and they fell limp at her side, as her jacket slid open, baring her rounded breasts. His teeth started to nip at the flesh, chewing on each nipple lightly until they were hard. Her now free hands started to trail through his hair, raking her nails across his scalp. After a few moments of fondling her breasts, he proceeded to throw her over his shoulder, pushing open the door to his quarters. When he stepped inside, he immediately walked over to the bed. She was thrown down on top of it like a sack of potatoes.
"You want it, girl? Fine. I'll give it to ya. Just don't go cryin' back to Halibel when it's done."
Without another word, Grimmjow proceeded to yank her hakama out of its sash. Apache slipped out of the jacket, feeling frightened and excited, all at the same time. In moments, the last shreds of her clothing were gone. She couldn't even tell where Grimmjow's hands were, for they were moving across her body so quickly. He was hungry...as was she.
Not wanting to play the role of a simple virgin ready to be taken, Apache sat up, on her knees, and ran her hands up and down his muscular back. She then pulled herself into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. A grin spread across his lips, and putting his hand on the back of her head, he pressed her mouth against his, ravenously sucking at her tongue. She grinded her hips against his, anxious for more than just this simple taste.
"You want it bad, don'tcha?" Grimmjow murmured into her ear, nipping on the earlobe slightly. "....Well....I guess I'll let you have it." He had long since shrugged out of his jacket, and with Apache's help, the sash of his hakama was soon on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Apache leaned down, peeling the hakama off of his body. Grimmjow didn't have to coax her, she knew what to do, and she wanted to do it. Her mouth went around his already erect shaft, the tip of her tongue running against it. Her violet eyes looked impishly up at the Espada, and he smirked down at her in response.
"You're really just as bad as me...." Apache looked suggestively up at him, as she slowly started to pull her body up, licking her lips. "You may be a big bad Espada, but you like fucking just as much as I do."
She sat up and positioned herself over him. One of Grimmjow's hands was on her breast, the other was running through her dark hair. He seemed thoroughly amused by her efforts, although amusement clearly turned to pleasure as she mounted him. Her hips slid up and down against his own, her hands on his shoulders. He was, as rumor had suggested, long and thick, and her body was petite. She was, however, quite comfortable on top of him. She rode him wildly, taking him deep into her. For a good few minutes, he lay back with his arms behind his head, looking quite pleased with her actions. But soon he was no longer content with letting her have all the control and all the fun. He sat up and met her movements blow for blow.
No words were spoken as the two arrancar thrust against each other. Occasionally their lips would meet, their tongues entwining hungrily. Finally, the moment came where Apache's body started to shudder over his own, and Grimmjow pushed her against the bed. Violently, he thrust against her until he reached his own peak. The two lay entwined on the bed, the only sound their breathing.
"I like you." Apache finally spoke. "...and I like fucking you."
"Yeah....I like it too." Grimmjow grinned, running finger across her raven hair. "...You're not half bad for a fraccion. I'd take you for my lot if Halibel hadn't already snatched you up."
"...I'm happy with my place...but it doesn't mean I don't want a place with you." Apache looked up at him curiously for a moment. "...Are we what those humans call lovers?" Grimmjow started to laugh.
"Are you kidding me? Feh...we're better than that."
"What is better than having someone you like to fuck around whenever you want?" Apache pouted at him.
"That's different than what the humans do. There's more....emotion around it." He glanced over at the nude figure lying before him. She wasn't the one with the biggest rack, or most experience, but she was spunky and knew how to enjoy sex. "We're more like....fuck buddies-Ow, the fuck was that for?" She had thwapped the side of his head.
"Fuck buddies is what we are with everyone else we ever sleep with. They're there, we do em, and we're done with them."
"How do you know I'm not done with you?" Grimmjow asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I know you still want me. And I still want you." She pulled her figure on top of his once again, and pressed her mouth to his. Within moments, he had rolled her over, and made her scream his name once again.
***
The battle between the Sexta Espada and the human Shinigami still raged on, even as Apache's memory raced backwards. When she had left his bed, she hadn't really considered the fact that their time had really been so short. Unlike humans and shinigami, the main purpose of an arrancar was violence. Passion, affection, love...these were not to be expected in their lives. Sex was about as good as it gets.
Halibel was telling them that it was normal to be frightened, watching such a show of power. Grimmjow and the human boy were both at their limits. What Halibel didn't realize is that there was another kind of fear mixed in there - the fear of losing the closest thing she had ever had to a mate.
In a moment, however, the look was gone.
"Halibel-sama...perhaps it would be best if we left here, and used this time to train for the up coming battles. There's no more use in watching this. Apache turned her back on the scene.
If he was going to die, he wasn't worthy of her, anyway.
Rating: M/R/NC-17 (Take your pic, NOT work safe.)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Apache x Grimmjow
Notes: This has taken me a little while to complete. It is my first Bleach fic, not to mention first attempt at Apache x Grimmjow. As strange as this pairing is, I really have a thing for it. Any constructive feedback would be GREATLY appreciated...only thing I ask is that you're polite about it. Title taken from Muse's "Time Is Running Out"...that song was listened to a lot while writing this fic. Also, for those waiting for more One Piece fic from me, stay tuned!
The battle was raging, and Apache didn't know how to feel. It was an amazing blast of power...the orange haired Shinigami was good, beyond good even. He had powers that had forced Grimmjow to show his released form, and that in and of itself was a frightening sight. Her stomach was churning with each and every move of the battle, but a grin was on Apache's face the entire time.
He was strong. She had chosen one of the strongest in Hueco Mundo. And as she shielded her eyes from one of the attacks, she wondered if he was too strong. There was no doubt that his skill and power could crush many Shinigami in an instance.
The problem was, the boy he was fighting might just be a bit stronger.
And that frightened her.
* * *
"You're afraid to touch me! That's all it is!" shouted the little arrancar girl. There was a clear taunt to her voice, as she stared up at the Sexta Espada. Her lips were still sore from their last kiss, and she ran her hand across them to wipe away the salvia. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes as he stared down at her.
"...Shit, you talk too much girl. Go back to your mistress." His arms folded over his chest. "...You don't know what you're talking about...so just shut it." Apache grabbed his arm and yanked him down to look at her. Her violet eyes were filled with mischief.
"...I'm not going anywhere, Grimmjow. You gave me a taste, I'm not going to leave it at that.." She grinned, and Grimmjow shoved her off of him.
"Little Fraccion...." He turned his back to her, and folded his arms across his chest. "...You really don't know what you're getting yourself into." Spinning around in a flash, Apache found herself pinned against the wall, one of his hands holding both her wrists over her head. "...I'm not just one those boys or girls you play with. I'm a fucking Espada, bitch. I'll make you cry and wish you had never been born." His face was close to her own and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. It drove her wild.
"...Fuck yes. Don't you get it?! That's what I want! I want it rough, I want to FEEL it! I want someone who is going to make me feel SOMETHING because everyone else leaves me feeling numb." Violet eyes met his blue ones, and for a moment, Apache almost thought he understood her. Then he bursted into violent laughter, cackling loudly as he looked down on her, still pinning her to the white stone wall with one hand.
"What do you think the hole in your stomach means?" He said as he jabbed her in the chest, her jacket covering up where her hole was. "You're a hollow, Apache. You're not meant to feel the same intense passions that a human....or even the god damn shittygami feel."
"Then why did you kiss me?! For weeks now, we've been so close to it...I know you've wanted to touch me as much as I've wanted to touch you! I've never wanted to do someone so badly before-" She was silenced as his mouth covered her own, his tongue practically choking her. His grip on her wrists did not loosen.
"...You've never had someone as dangerous as me before. That's all." He said, fingers of one hand drifting down to toy with the zipper of her jacket, pulling it down just enough to give him a generous look at her cleavage. She seemed pleased by his actions.
"....Maybe so. I don't give a shit why, I just know I want you. And you want me. Just fucking give in already..." Grimmjow's face had made its way down into her cleavage, teeth clenched around the zipper, and yanking it down. Her wrists were released and they fell limp at her side, as her jacket slid open, baring her rounded breasts. His teeth started to nip at the flesh, chewing on each nipple lightly until they were hard. Her now free hands started to trail through his hair, raking her nails across his scalp. After a few moments of fondling her breasts, he proceeded to throw her over his shoulder, pushing open the door to his quarters. When he stepped inside, he immediately walked over to the bed. She was thrown down on top of it like a sack of potatoes.
"You want it, girl? Fine. I'll give it to ya. Just don't go cryin' back to Halibel when it's done."
Without another word, Grimmjow proceeded to yank her hakama out of its sash. Apache slipped out of the jacket, feeling frightened and excited, all at the same time. In moments, the last shreds of her clothing were gone. She couldn't even tell where Grimmjow's hands were, for they were moving across her body so quickly. He was hungry...as was she.
Not wanting to play the role of a simple virgin ready to be taken, Apache sat up, on her knees, and ran her hands up and down his muscular back. She then pulled herself into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. A grin spread across his lips, and putting his hand on the back of her head, he pressed her mouth against his, ravenously sucking at her tongue. She grinded her hips against his, anxious for more than just this simple taste.
"You want it bad, don'tcha?" Grimmjow murmured into her ear, nipping on the earlobe slightly. "....Well....I guess I'll let you have it." He had long since shrugged out of his jacket, and with Apache's help, the sash of his hakama was soon on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Apache leaned down, peeling the hakama off of his body. Grimmjow didn't have to coax her, she knew what to do, and she wanted to do it. Her mouth went around his already erect shaft, the tip of her tongue running against it. Her violet eyes looked impishly up at the Espada, and he smirked down at her in response.
"You're really just as bad as me...." Apache looked suggestively up at him, as she slowly started to pull her body up, licking her lips. "You may be a big bad Espada, but you like fucking just as much as I do."
She sat up and positioned herself over him. One of Grimmjow's hands was on her breast, the other was running through her dark hair. He seemed thoroughly amused by her efforts, although amusement clearly turned to pleasure as she mounted him. Her hips slid up and down against his own, her hands on his shoulders. He was, as rumor had suggested, long and thick, and her body was petite. She was, however, quite comfortable on top of him. She rode him wildly, taking him deep into her. For a good few minutes, he lay back with his arms behind his head, looking quite pleased with her actions. But soon he was no longer content with letting her have all the control and all the fun. He sat up and met her movements blow for blow.
No words were spoken as the two arrancar thrust against each other. Occasionally their lips would meet, their tongues entwining hungrily. Finally, the moment came where Apache's body started to shudder over his own, and Grimmjow pushed her against the bed. Violently, he thrust against her until he reached his own peak. The two lay entwined on the bed, the only sound their breathing.
"I like you." Apache finally spoke. "...and I like fucking you."
"Yeah....I like it too." Grimmjow grinned, running finger across her raven hair. "...You're not half bad for a fraccion. I'd take you for my lot if Halibel hadn't already snatched you up."
"...I'm happy with my place...but it doesn't mean I don't want a place with you." Apache looked up at him curiously for a moment. "...Are we what those humans call lovers?" Grimmjow started to laugh.
"Are you kidding me? Feh...we're better than that."
"What is better than having someone you like to fuck around whenever you want?" Apache pouted at him.
"That's different than what the humans do. There's more....emotion around it." He glanced over at the nude figure lying before him. She wasn't the one with the biggest rack, or most experience, but she was spunky and knew how to enjoy sex. "We're more like....fuck buddies-Ow, the fuck was that for?" She had thwapped the side of his head.
"Fuck buddies is what we are with everyone else we ever sleep with. They're there, we do em, and we're done with them."
"How do you know I'm not done with you?" Grimmjow asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I know you still want me. And I still want you." She pulled her figure on top of his once again, and pressed her mouth to his. Within moments, he had rolled her over, and made her scream his name once again.
***
The battle between the Sexta Espada and the human Shinigami still raged on, even as Apache's memory raced backwards. When she had left his bed, she hadn't really considered the fact that their time had really been so short. Unlike humans and shinigami, the main purpose of an arrancar was violence. Passion, affection, love...these were not to be expected in their lives. Sex was about as good as it gets.
Halibel was telling them that it was normal to be frightened, watching such a show of power. Grimmjow and the human boy were both at their limits. What Halibel didn't realize is that there was another kind of fear mixed in there - the fear of losing the closest thing she had ever had to a mate.
In a moment, however, the look was gone.
"Halibel-sama...perhaps it would be best if we left here, and used this time to train for the up coming battles. There's no more use in watching this. Apache turned her back on the scene.
If he was going to die, he wasn't worthy of her, anyway.