Re-posted on 6-1-09, Author revised version.
Written for Fishingforboot's "I Dare You"- The Unofficial Grimmjow X Ichigo PR Week!
Warnings: Light bloodplay, groping, yaoi, consentual intercourse in later parts, mature language, authors horrific ability at updating. ^^
Ichigo POV
Ichigo could feel each tile crack beneath his jumps. He could also hear the same tile shatter as it was stepped a second time by the Espada that shadowed him. An odd swishing motion also accompanied the demolished tile, which Ichigo found unusual.
"Hold still, dammit!" His frustrated opponent shouted, arms reaching towards Ichigo's waist.
"What do you mean hold still? We're in the middle of a fucking fight, Grimmjow!" Ichigo countered.
"Every time I try to grab your ass," he complained, "you move too damn fast. What the hell? Can't a guy grab some ass!?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ichigo yelled, changing his direction over the tiled roof tops, taking more care to stay ahead, lest he be grabbed.
"Just hold still and I'll show you what I mean!" Grimmjow challenged, dashing at an odd angle, jumping down between the tightly packed houses, vanishing from Ichigo's sight.
Ichigo paused in aggravation, pulling Zangetsu from his back and driving him into the roof top to keep his balance. He hated unwarranted hunting. It was a waste of fucking time.
Grimmjow POV
He was such a stalker and he fucking loved it. His looks might have been slightly flashy, but he could disappear when needed; close but undetected. He walked silently through the alley, listening for the Shinigami's reaction.
Let the stalking begin, Grimmjow thought with an amused grin.
"Ya know, you're kinda sexy when you're pissed," he murmured from below, still waiting for Ichigo to snap or make some kind of noise. His brow furrowed in aggravation at the lack of movement from his prey.
The wind whistled through the alley, bringing with it the smell of wood and sap. He crouched to the ground, his body straining.
The air in the lane grew deathly silent as he stopped his breathing; his body on edge. Now he was the one who felt like he was being stalked. The hairs on his neck stood as the shiver raced down his spine.
…
"Don't move," Ichigo softly spoke into the man's neck, lips brushing the skin. Grimmjow tensed as he felt Ichigo's sharp blade push into his lower back. It felt like a warning.
"Wasn't plannin' on it," he replied, keeping the shock he felt out of his response. His long arms stretched the width of the small alley, pressing his palms flat against the cold stone. Tilting his head to one side, Grimmjow offered up his neck to the man behind him.
Ichigo's breath raced across the side of his neck, his nose tracing the skin above his collar. The blade at the base of his spine twisted around, pushing slightly deeper. The blade was slowly dragged up, cutting his jacket open, red staining the edge of the cloth. Grimmjow could hear the sigh that left the man lips as he pulled back to allow the blade to finish its journey up his back. The tip of the zanpaktou left a scorching line up his spine, pulling away as it reached the base of his head, slicing the collar. Shrugging his shoulders, Grimmjow helped the ruined clothing fall apart, exposing his back to the man, neck still bent in invitation.
He heard the ripping of the attached pieces, completely splitting the garment in half, both pieces falling to his feet. A lone finger touched the dip in his back where the blood had begun to pool, smearing red into his skin as it traced up the wound. Grimmjow grimaced but made no move to stop the orange headed shinigami. The digit made its way over his shoulder, under his jaw and into his mouth. He sucked on the warm sticky finger, making sure he bit it before it was removed. A warm, naked chest was soon pressed against his bloody back, a mouth lapping at the base of his neck, fingers pulling harshly at his nipples.
Grimmjow's outstretched arms trembled.
Ichigo POV
"What were you going to show me?" Ichigo teased, biting around the wound he had inflicted. Grimmjow's blood tasted unusual, maybe it was an arrancar thing. Whatever it was, he liked it.
Pulling him closer against him, Ichigo sucked and licked at Grimmjow's bloody back like it was a sweet candy, not to be wasted. He could hear Grimmjow's low growls escaping his clenched jaw, felt his body vibrate beneath his hands. He was going to break any moment now.
Ichigo simply sucked harder.
He pushed his hips into Grimmjow's ass, hands sliding down the smooth abdomen, reaching the top of his pants. Grimmjow growled as his hands left their place on the wall, pushing Ichigo away. Ichigo was soon met with a very anxious Espada with a trail of blood leading to his crimson stained mouth.
Ichigo grinned.
The teal haired man moved without warning, hands forcing Ichigo's shoulders back, pinning him against the dirty wall; effectively separating their bodies.
"I'll show ya what I want," he stated in a surprisingly controlled voice, but his eyes betrayed his tone, "I'll show ya exactly what I want."
Ichigo didn't know how he did it, but Grimmjow slowed. The espada's body was heavy and gentle as it pressed against his own, hands releasing their harsh grip on his shoulders. Grimmjow's hands slid down his arms, almost worshipping his skin with his fingertips. The man's arms made their way around his lower waist, dropping to grab his ass in a tight grip. Ichigo was lifted and pressed against the wall by Grimmjow's hips. Ichigo didn't think he was capable of it, but Grimmjow slowly licked the blood from his outer lips and chin before hesitantly pushing his tongue into his mouth. Ichigo moaned at the softness of it all.
The wind whipped through the alley and Ichigo swore it pulled time along with it. He felt every movement that Grimmjow made with aching clarity. Grimmjow's cock was hard against his own as they made contact. The tongue in his mouth couldn't have been Grimmjow's. It was thorough in its sweeping of Ichigo's mouth, slow but steady as it pulled out and thrust back in. His lips were caught between the other mans teeth and he was surprised when they weren't bitten.
Ichigo couldn't hold back the moans that spilled from the kiss. His hands cupped the Espada's face, slowly stroking the mask and exposed cheek, silently praising him.
Grimmjow ended the kiss, eyes burning with need as he pulled back. The man's mouth traveled to the bloody stripe smeared on his pale chest, devouring it with his tongue in slow steady licks. During the cleaning, Grimmjow's hip began their slow rock into his own body, pulling him harder against his cock, fingers digging into his ass. The man's breath cooled the saliva on his skin as he panted against his chest. Ichigo's hands threaded into the Espada's hair and a low whine escaping his lips as his nipple was teased. Grimmjow continued his steady rhythm against his groin.
"Harder, Grimmjow," Ichigo panted, "I don't mind you being rough."
Grimmjow raised his head to look strangely at him.
"You don't like it this way?" Grimmjow asked, confusion covered his face, hips still rocking.
"No...I mean...I like it. I just wasn't expecting this...please, don't stop," Ichigo babbled, hoping he hadn't offended the man.
"Not gonna stop...now that I have you like this," Grimmjow grunted, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Ichigo moaned at the new pace of Grimmjow's hips.
Grimmjow POV
"Not gonna stop...now that I have you like this," Grimmjow forced out of his suddenly tight throat as increasing the speed of his thrusts. Ichigo's face contorted into pleasure and guttural moans passed through his quivering lips. Grimmjow was so hard for the boy it hurt.
Grimmjow found that it was getting harder to hold back – to say he needed to say. What would Ichigo think of him? But it was too late to worry now.
"I didn't know how to get close to you...without you thinking we were gonna fight," he confessed. He couldn't look at Ichigo's face one he'd said it...he continued anyway.
"You're always running from me. I couldn't just tell you...'bout how I wanted you. Like this...I mean." Grimmjow lowered his head in shame into the crook of Ichigo's neck, mortified. He felt hands run up his bared shoulders, cupping his neck, forcing his head out of hiding, pulling him into another kiss. Ichigo's eyes were the same as before his confession – aroused, confident and not in the least bit disinterested in the man who stood before him.
"You're right," Ichigo said with an easy grin, "Why on earth would you chase me if not to kick my ass? Who'd have thought you wanted me like this."
Grimmjow felt a blush rise up his chest at Ichigo's words before the other man spoke again, "But I'm so very glad you got me this time."
Ichigo's hand slipped down between them, rubbing against both of their dicks. Grimmjow frantically invaded Ichigo's mouth, eager hips pushing Ichigo up the wall with each of his erratic thrust against the solid hand that Ichigo had provided.
This was too good to be true, but highly unlikely to be dream. Grimmjow was sure that this encounter with the younger man was far more exciting that his dreams had been.
"Faster...go a little faster," Ichigo pleaded. The shinigami's other hand didn't leave his face. His thin fingers traced over his lips, sliding over his high cheek bones, touching the pale skin under his mask. Grimmjow could have purred. He couldn't get close enough...couldn't thrust fast enough against the man. He traced his tongue down the Ichigo's throat, biting harshly at the juncture of his shoulder, making the man arch sharply in his arms, their groins growing wonderfully wet with Ichigo's release. Ichigo's cries echoed down the alley, making Grimmjow slam against his body even faster.
"Come for me," Ichigo whispered sluggishly against his lips after his orgasm. The air flew from his lungs as he made his final upward thrusts, fingertips bruising Ichigo's ass. His groin meshed messily with Ichigo's a final time, shooting his load into his abused clothing.
Ichigo's chest still heaved against his own. Their mixed saliva and blood covered their lips. His hips felt bruised as he pulled away from Ichigo, their clothing sticking in odd places. He didn't mind thought.
He loosened his hands on Ichigo's rear, rubbing the abused skin in soothing circles. Ichigo's legs fell from his sides, standing slightly straighter, hand still pressed against his neck.
He wished Ichigo would say something, anything to let him know what to do next. Should he back off? Move closer? Completely disappear....he hoped not.
"Let's go," Ichigo said softly, reaching for forgotten zanpaktou.
"Where?" Hope bloomed in Grimmjow's chest.
"My place."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Maybe I'll let you grab me again."
Grimmjow couldn't fucking wait to do just that.
End Part I
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