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If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them?
If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?
So many things that I would do if I had my way with you
I can keep secrets that I know how you want me
You could dig your nails into my skin and you won"t stop me
You could twist and scream into the air but no one can hear you here
And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
There will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you
You had no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly
While your shouting friends that despise you to your face
What would they say now if they saw you in this place?
Naked and breathless, could you live with this disgrace?
Could you live? Could you live? Could you live with this?
And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
There will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you
You had no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly
“Getsuga…!” Ichigo cried, letting the attack’s power build to nearly uncontrollable levels, red edged black reiatsu crackling with energy all around him, gathering and coalescing along his blade before he finally let it loose towards his opponent. “...Tenshou!”
Grimmjow snarled, firing off a cero that met the other’s attack in a chaotic mess of black, red, and blue reiatsu, merging together before exploding outward in swirls of deep purple. Both men stumbled under the resulting shockwave, but they raced together as it dissipated, coming to close with each other in a crash of sharp claws against a massive blade. They exchanged a flurry of furious blows, Ichigo’s sword cutting through even his dense hierro and his own claws shredding cloth and skin alike on the hybrid.
Ichigo faltered on his next step, attempting to blink away the sweat and blood dripping from his brow, gasping for breath. His opponent took full advantage of the slight opening, catching him with claws that sank deep into the muscles of his shoulders and propelling them both with sonido into the ruins behind them. Ichigo released a deep, pained groan as they crashed through a wall and his head hit one of the support pillars with a sickening crack, copper filling his mouth as he bit down on his tongue. Grimmjow’s claws in his shoulders were the only thing keeping him upright as his knees buckled.
Gritting his teeth against the sharp pain, Ichigo got his legs back under control and attempted to reach up and grab Grimmjow’s arms to pry him off, but it was nearly impossible with the way his own arms were pinned to his sides by the other’s claws, blood streaming freely down to drip from his fingertips. With a heavy grunt of effort, he settled for kneeing the arrancar hard enough in the inner thigh to get Grimmjow to hiss in pain and anger, shifting his lower body away from him, which gave Ichigo the opportunity to swing his leg up in a kick aimed at his ridiculous blue head.
What he didn’t plan for was how to get his leg back down. Ichigo’s foot connected with Grimmjow’s jaw with a satisfying crack and a growl of pain from the arrancar, blue eyes flashing. But Grimmjow let the worst of it roll off his chin, allowing the hybrid’s foot to come back down over his left shoulder.
And then pinned it there, pressing his body against Ichigo to prevent him from being able to struggle free.
Dark amber eyes went wide with surprise and then Ichigo let out a string of expletives as he quickly realized just how totally screwed he was. He was effectively balancing on one leg at this point, the other thoroughly captured between his and Grimmjow’s chests and his arms still completely trapped as well. He growled in frustration, fruitlessly struggling to free himself.
Grimmjow smirked at the slightly panicked hybrid and let his resurreccion fade away, shifting his hands down to grab Ichigo’s wrists before the other could even register what was happening and pinning them to the wall above his head. He leaned in then, putting what was likely a painful amount of pressure on the other man’s wrists - enough to snap the bones of anyone else - and forcing Ichigo’s leg into even more of a stretch.
“Fuck you… bastard…” Ichigo hissed, glaring with as much vitriol as he could muster when his head was still spinning dizzyingly from its earlier impact. Being concussed didn’t help with figuring out how to free himself. He thrashed in Grimmjow’s iron grip, growling again when it did him no good. “At least stay in your released form, you fucking ass…” he grumbled.
When it became clear that fighting wasn’t going to get him anywhere, Ichigo went lax in Grimmjow’s hold, letting the arrancar take all of his weight and ignoring the pain that shot through his wrists when he did so. That left him free to lift his other leg with the intention of kneeing the arrancar in the groin. It was a cheap shot, but then again, so was taking advantage of him blinking blood out of his eyes. Ichigo drove his knee up hard.
Grimmjow caught Ichigo’s leg between his thighs before the other man could make contact, pinning his leg between his own hakama-clad thighs and then pressing his hips flush against him so that Ichigo was well and truly caught between himself and the somewhat crumbling wall.
“You gonna yield yet?” Grimmjow asked with a broad grin, already anticipating the answer.
Ichigo didn’t disappoint him. He never did.
“Never,” Ichigo growled back. He was well aware that he was thoroughly pinned, with the hard wall at his back and every inch of Grimmjow’s taller, muscular frame pressed to his front. He tilted his chin up so he could glare up at the arrancar all the same.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Grimmjow agreed, still grinning like an asshole. “You’re pretty flexible, ne?” He pushed even harder on Ichigo’s thigh, hitching the hybrid’s leg higher on his shoulder.
Ichigo groaned in pain but the sound turned breathy and heated as the motion ground their hips together, making it quite apparent that neither one of them was completely hating this.
That didn’t mean they had to admit it.
“I fucking hate you,” Ichigo spat.
“The feeling’s mutual.”
Ichigo couldn’t say who moved first, but then Grimmjow’s lips were on his, kissing him hard and rough and feral, just like the man himself. Ichigo kissed him back, all fire and fury, both of them fighting for dominance in this as they did anything else. When sharp teeth caught his lower lip and bit down hard enough to draw blood, Ichigo moaned against them, his hips pressing into Grimmjow’s without thought, seeking friction.
Grimmjow groaned, lightening the kiss only enough to growl against Ichigo’s lips, “Keep that up and I’m going to fuck you right here.”
That wasn’t near the threat the arrancar thought it was, not when Ichigo was already hard and aching in his hakama. Not when he was sure the arrancar would fuck as good as he fought. Not when Ichigo had wanted this since their first damn clash in Hueco Mundo.
“Then fuck me.” Ichigo said it like a challenge, not a plea.
Fire flashed through Grimmjow’s eyes as he drew back to stare at the hybrid. Ichigo was glaring up at him furiously, with heat in his eyes that had nothing to do with his anger. He had blood splattered across his face and matted in his eyebrows, sweat and sand covering every inch of his cut, bloodied, and bruised skin, and he was still just so damn… pretty.
It was infuriating.
“What the hell are you waiting for?”
Ichigo’s sharp voice snapped Grimmjow out of his reverie and the arrancar snarled at him, crushing their lips together again just to shut the hybrid up. His hands tore at what remained of their clothing, uncaring that his nails raked Ichigo’s skin in the process, especially when the hybrid cried out in pain-tinged pleasure, thrashing against him. Gripping Ichigo by the back of the neck with one hand, he pressed three fingers of the other hand to his lips and commanded, “Suck.”
Ichigo opened his mouth obediently without question, sucking gently before his mind caught up to his actions and his eyes widened slightly, just as quickly narrowing to glare when he realized what he’d done. Grimmjow grinned.
“Such a good little slut…” he purred in the hybrid’s ear when Ichigo actually continued, his tongue moving teasingly over the tips of his fingers.
A violent shiver went through Ichigo as Grimmjow spoke in a sinfully husky tone in his ear. But on principle, he pushed aside his reaction and bit down on Grimmjow’s fingers instead, his eyes narrowing into slits over blown out pupils. The other man hissed a curse through clenched teeth and then his hand slid up the back of Ichigo’s neck, tightening in his hair and pulling roughly.
“Fuck!” Ichigo cried out, back arching - in pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. He’d never felt anything quite like it as his mind threatened to blank out on him entirely.
Grimmjow loosened the tension in his hair only slightly, pressing his fingers down on the hybrid’s tongue and deeper into his mouth until Ichigo gagged, his eyes watering, although he didn’t attempt to pull away at all. He seemed to get the message though, closing his lips around Grimmjow’s fingers and sucking on them properly, tongue laving across the digits to get them nice and wet. “I’m more than capable of handling you if you want to act a brat,” Grimmjow growled lowly in his ear, more a promise than a threat.
Then he groaned as dark amber eyes slid open fully once again and Ichigo sucked harshly on his fingers at the same time as he ground their hips together, their arousals pressed to rough hamaka with just the right amount of friction to have both men releasing low moans. Grimmjow pulled Ichigo off by his hair and kissed him messily, their tongues tangling together. He also didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the fact that the hybrid’s leg was still over his shoulder, pressing a spit-slick finger inside of him with ease.
Ichigo moaned heavily, truly only keeping himself from pushing back on Grimmjow’s finger because he physically couldn’t. He needed more desperately, growling to the arrancar tormenting him, “I can take it… just hurry up already. Or do I need to pin you down and fuck myself?”
“Big words from someone whose foot is above his own head right now,” Grimmjow pointed out, although he pressed a second finger into the hybrid, fast enough that Ichigo’s back arched in response to the sudden stretch and he let out another loud, wanton moan. “Gods, Ichigo, you’re such a fucking pain slut,” he purred the insult like the most sultry of praises, dropping his head down to nip the hybrid’s neck and earning another delicious sound from him.
“Shut the - anhhhh - fuck up…” Ichigo cried out, trailing off into a near whimper as a rush of pleasure shot through him. He didn’t know if it was the pain or the words or the fact that the arrancar had called him by his given name for the first time in the same breath as calling him a slut… it didn’t particularly matter. He hated the bastard and yet everything about Grimmjow had Ichigo almost begging for more.
Almost.
“Stop stalling and fuck me,” he demanded, grinding his hips hard into Grimmjow’s own.
As if he could read the hybrid’s thoughts, Grimmjow stilled his actions and purred in his ear…
“Beg.”
“What?” Ichigo asked in disbelief, although his voice came out breathless and needy rather than furious like he’d planned.
“You heard me,” Grimmjow growled. He pressed his hard length against Ichigo’s hip, moving teasingly against him. Then he stopped entirely, removing his fingers from the hybrid’s body and shifting his hips away enough to not give him the friction they were both craving. He tilted his head down to nip at Ichigo’s jaw, trailing his lips down his throat before biting down hard on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Ichigo moaned heavily, attempting to buck his hips against him and whining in frustration when he couldn’t move enough to reach him. Grimmjow tsked his tongue at him, murmuring heatedly, in a voice slick as sin, “I’m not touching you again unless you listen. You want my cock? Then you better fucking beg for it.”
“Like hell am I doing that.”
“Shame…” Grimmjow murmured. “I suppose I can always settle for getting myself off against you if you insist…” He shifted Ichigo’s hips to the side enough that the other man wouldn’t get a bit of relief and then ground into his hip with a low groan. “Doesn’t feel near as good as that tight ass would… But I’m not fucking you unless I know you want it. So…” He caught Ichigo’s mouth and kissed him - long and deep and rough, drawing droplets of blood from his bottom lip with his sharp fangs and growling against them, “Beg for me, Ichigo.”
Ichigo shuddered, his cock twitching and leaking at the words. Oh, he was so very screwed. His name had never sounded as good as it did on Grimmjow’s tongue. Directing him. Commanding him.
“Hate… you…” Ichigo grit out once more.
“I know,” Grimmjow agreed with a smirk. “If you want me to let you go… all you have to do is say it. But if you want me to fuck you harder and better than anyone ever has or will…” He let his words trail off in threat, pausing to scrape sharp teeth along a sensitive neck, relishing in the way the hybrid shuddered into his touch. “What’s it gonna be, Ichigo?” When Ichigo stayed silent too long, he loosened his grip on the other man’s wrists, starting to step away.
“Please!”
The cry was out of Ichigo’s lips before he could stop it, his voice thick and shaking with need. Honeyed amber eyes, hazy and dark with desire, found burning cerulean and Ichigo begged brokenly, “Please… need you… so fucking bad… I’ll do… anything you want… Please… just fuck me, Grimm…”
Grimmjow’s breath hitched over a groan at the words. He let Ichigo’s leg drop down finally, earning a pain-tinged groan of relief, and yanked the other man flush against him again, kissing him hungrily and growling against his lips. Just as quickly, he pulled away from the hybrid’s addictive mouth, both hands moving to his shoulders to force Ichigo down onto his knees. Ichigo dropped to them without a fight, his dark, hazy amber eyes staring up at him.
“There we go…” Grimmjow purred, “Use that pretty mouth of yours to get me nice and wet for you, then I’ll give you what you need.” He fisted his cock in one hand, pressing himself to Ichigo’s lips.
Ichigo parted them without thought, eyes only glazing over further as he let Grimmjow press into his mouth. Precome smeared across his lower lip and his tongue darted out to taste it before passing over the head of Grimmjow’s cock, unable to hold back a low moan in response. Further moans vibrated through his chest as the arrancar thrust deeper into his mouth, his own cock twitching against his abs and leaking more precome down its length.
Grimmjow groaned, burying his hands in sunset orange hair and tugging harshly on the strands. Ichigo’s response was to only moan louder, relaxing his jaw and allowing Grimmjow to properly fuck his throat if he wanted - and damn did he want to. “Fuck…” he groaned as he began thrusting deeper into his mouth, “You love this, don’t you?”
Grimmjow held Ichgio’s head still, sheathing himself fully in the hybrid’s throat and moaning brokenly as the other man choked and swallowed around him. “Oh shit…” he hissed, shuddering as Ichigo continued clumsily swallowing down his cock as best he could with it buried so completely in his throat, tears beginning to leak from gorgeous, glassy amber eyes. “What - what do you think - your friends would say - ne?” Grimmjow growled, panting from the strain of holding back from ruining Ichigo like he wanted to. “If they could see you now… naked and bleeding and choking on an arrancar’s cock, moaning like the slut you are.”
The filthy, degrading words only pushed him deeper, but Ichigo was already gone. He surrendered completely to his sworn enemy and if he hadn’t been so far out of it, he perhaps would have been startled by how easy it was. Then again, maybe it shouldn’t have been so surprising that out of anyone, Grimmjow knew exactly how much he could take, how far he could push him before he broke, when to bring him right up to the edge of control and when to back off, let up, and then do it all over again.
Grimmjow was sure he couldn’t edge himself well when Ichigo was so gorgeously pliant for him, his throat entirely relaxed around his thick cock and moaning ecstatically with every thrust. With a reluctant groan, he pulled out of that perfect mouth, sliding one hand down to grip Ichigo by the throat and haul him to his feet. The hybrid’s response was only to release another wanton moan, looking thoroughly debauched with a tear-streaked face and spit slick lips, his abs and thighs slick with copious amounts of precome from his twitching cock. “Look at you…” Grimmjow breathed, pulling him in for a kiss and moaning against Ichigo’s lips when the other man melted into him. “So fucking sexy… you’re such a pretty, perfect slut for me, Ichigo…”
He let go of the smaller man’s throat and hair, sliding his hands down to squeeze his ass and then lifting Ichigo into his arms, turning to pin his back against the wall once more.
Ichigo whimpered and keened, clutching at Grimmjow’s back with what little strength he currently had left, holding onto him tightly as he wrapped his legs around his waist. “Please…” he begged in a thoroughly wrecked voice, “Please… need you - need your cock… nghhhh - so badly - please just fuck me, Grimm…”
Well, who was he to deny such a sweet request?
Grimmjow gripped Ichigo’s hips hard, lifting him higher and then bringing him down onto his cock, snapping his hips up to fully sheath himself in a single motion. The hybrid could more than handle him being rough.
He immediately had to start edging himself, breathing roughly through the intense pleasure of Ichigo’s body wrapping around him. The tight heat constricted around him at the same time as his pretty little hybrid fell apart with a scream, nails raking down his back as Ichigo released against their abs, amber eyes entirely vacant and blissed out as he came.
And as fucking hot as it was that all it took to make Ichigo come was feeling his cock inside him, Grimmjow still had to ask, “Did I give you permission to come, fucktoy?”
Ichigo’s next breath came out as a panting whine, shaking his head and whimpering piteously as he buried his face against Grimmjow’s neck. “Sorry - couldn’t help - too good - felt - way too good - so sorry…” He continued whispering soft words, begging brokenly for forgiveness.
“Shh…” Grimmjow eventually shushed him, slowly rolling his hips and groaning as Ichigo’s body squeezed him. “That’s alright, isn’t it? You’ll just be my perfect little toy now, won’t you? Let me use you to make myself come…” He thrust hard up into the hybrid and released a growling groan. “I’m gonna fill you like this… Then if you’re a good little slut and bounce on my cock real nice afterwards, maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you come again.”
“Anything… anything you want - anything for you…” Ichigo babbled thoughtlessly.
“Fuck, that’s it…” Grimmjow groaned, beginning to thrust into him in earnest. He panted as he fucked Ichigo up against the wall, pleasure building rapidly within him and being held at bay because he wasn’t ready for this to end. “Damn - you feel so - fucking - good… Should have done this - ages ago - nghhhh - that’s it… you’re being - such a good boy now…”
Ichigo keened sharply, shuddering against Grimmjow at the praise and struggling to control the sudden surge of pleasure it caused to rush through him.
Grimmjow chuckled breathlessly. Clearly the hybrid was just as affected - if not more so - by praise, compared to degradation. Luckily for him, Grimmjow was more than willing to dole out both in equal measure.
“You like being my good boy?” he purred, “Whoring yourself out to an arrancar because you just feel so hollow that you’ll take any cock that can fill you? Would you have fucked any of the others, I wonder? Starrk… Ulquiorra perhaps, if he even had a -”
“No!” Ichigo interrupted, gasping out the word and trying in vain to get entirely unfocused amber eyes to settle on Grimmjow’s face. “No, only you - only like this - for you… only want… you.”
The arrancar’s head fell forward with a heavy groan, panting against Ichigo’s neck as he got out, “You know - just what to say - don’t you?” He nipped roughly at the soft skin beneath his lips and Ichigo let out a gorgeous keen in response, arching against him. “Keep talking, kitten,” Grimmjow ordered, “I’m so close…”
“Only you…” Ichigo whimpered out, clutching him desperately as pleasure built to almost intolerable levels within him. “You feel - way too fucking good - Grimm… not fair… I hate how much - I fucking love it -”
Grimmjow growled, his nails digging deep into Ichigo’s hips as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, filling his tight, perfect body with his release. His legs trembled with the strength of it and Grimmjow groaned, slowly lowering both of them to the ground and then leaning his head against Ichigo’s shoulder to pant against him.
Ichigo shivered, whimpering as he felt Grimmjow fill him and collapsing entirely in his lap when he sat down. He absently turned and nuzzled his nose against Grimmjow"s unmasked cheek, pressing light kisses there and along his jaw. The arrancar tilted his head to the side without a word, giving Ichigo access to kiss down his neck.
When Grimmjow realized he’d just bared his throat to his enemy, he froze, cerulean eyes going wide. But Ichigo wasn"t ripping his throat out like he easily could. No - he was kissing it, trailing warm lips down the side of his neck, and it felt so good. Grimmjow groaned softly, reaching up to tangle his fingers in sweat-soaked orange hair and only tilting his head further to give Ichigo more room.
Ichigo continued kissing him when it became clear the arrancar enjoyed the attention, his own mind too blank to question why he even cared. He kissed and licked at his salty skin, humming contentedly in the back of his throat. It wasn"t long before he found himself moving slowly in Grimmjow’s lap, needing to feel him harden again within him.
Grimmjow’s breath caught sharply as Ichigo started moving, but he dropped a hand to the hybrid’s hip, directing his movements. He quickly recovered with the additional stimulation, groaning as Ichigo’s motions grew more teasing - slowly rolling his hips and squeezing around him. With a growling groan, he lifted Ichigo almost completely off of him and then yanked him back down onto his cock. “Am I hard enough for you, kitten?” he purred.
“Y-yes…” Ichigo moaned heavily, melting back into his chest.
Grimmjow brought his hand down on Ichigo"s ass with a sharp smack, drawing a strangled cry from him and ordering, “Show me how badly you want to come, fucktoy.”
“Yessir…” came the gasped response. Ichigo pushed himself upright and gripped Grimmjow’s shoulders as he began moving in earnest. He lavished every bit of skill on driving Grimmjow insane, his mind utterly blank as he rode the arrancar’s thick cock.
“Fuckkkk…” Grimmjow groaned heavily, his head falling back against the wall for a few moments while he panted for breath. “Shit, you feel so good…” Every insult fled his mind, too overcome by pleasure to do anything but praise the gorgeous man in his lap. “You"re gonna - keep doing all the work… Can come - when - I fill that perfect ass… Fuck, Ichigo…”
Ichigo kept a steady rhythm, gasping and whining as Grimmjow’s cock hit his prostate with every thrust. It was almost effortless to edge himself through the overwhelming pleasure though, needing to make sure that the arrancar was right there with him before he could let go, waiting to feel him fill his body.
“You - ride cock - even better than you fight…” Grimmjow gasped out, long past the point of caring what words were leaving his lips. “Such a good little slut for me, kitten… Bet you’d even - let me use you again - deny you - could see how long it took before you cried for me…”
A wordless, pleading whimper from the hybrid answered him and Grimmjow chuckled breathlessly. “Well, you have been good… But fuck do you look pretty crying for my cock…”
Ichigo whimpered again, amber eyes wide and pleading. But Grimmjow ignored him entirely, gripping him tightly and lifting him off of his cock to the hybrid’s great displeasure. He surged to his feet, pinning Ichigo up against the wall again and thrusting back into him roughly, earning a sharp cry from his toy. “I want - to - hear - you - beg me - kitten - beg so pretty - for me…” he demanded as he returned to fucking him hard and fast.
Ichigo was so far past caring about pride that the words were pouring from his lips almost before Grimmjow had finished speaking. “Please - please - please, Grimm - need you - need to come - pleaseeeeeee fuck I"m - I"m -” He growled in frustration, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he gasped out, “Fucking - let me - come.”
Grimmjow stopped.
He halted his movements immediately and clicked his tongue at the hybrid. “Oh Ichigo…” he shook his head, a positively sadistic look in his eyes. “You don"t get to demand anything like that, kitten. Shame… you were doing so well and I was just about to give in too…”
Ichigo whimpered desperately, whining and writhing and almost panickedly trying to move against Grimmjow.
“Shhhh,” Grimmjow murmured, pressing sharp fangs to Ichigo"s throat and whispering into his skin, “Now you"re gonna have to keep letting me use you, fucktoy… You got greedy, hm? So damn greedy… Don"t you know that toys don"t get to come? Only sweet kittens do…”
Cursing breathlessly, Ichigo began begging in earnest again. As Grimmjow fucked him roughly, heedless of his own pleasure but giving it to him nonetheless, Ichigo fell apart completely, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“Please please please - I’ll - I"ll do anything - anything - anything… please - fucking - please - God, Grimm…”
“Mmm… fuck, I like the sound of that…” Grimmjow purred back, his voice strained with heavy need.
“Please… Grimm… my God - I"ll do anything - to come…” Ichigo sobbed, clinging to the arrancar’s back and shaking in need.
Grimmjow shuddered, groaning out, “That"s it, kitten.” He thrust hard into Ichigo"s addicting body before coming entirely undone with a growl of pleasure, demanding, “Come for me. Now.”
Ichigo screamed out Grimm"s name as he came, clawing at the other man"s back as the strongest orgasm of his life ripped through him. His body was arched and shaking for long moments, spots flashing across his blurry vision from the complete overload of ecstasy.
“Fuck…” Ichigo gasped when he could form words again, collapsing to pant against Grimmjow’s neck. “Just… Fuck.”
Grimmjow wasn"t in much better shape, panting raggedly and trying to ignore how his arms were trembling with the strain of holding Ichigo for this long. “So good…” he groaned out.
“If you - tell - anyone…” Ichigo huffed. “Tell anyone about this… I swear I"ll kill you.”
Grimmjow chuckled, dipping his head to nip at Ichigo"s jaw and then kissing along it to find his lips. “Can"t even admit how much you love my cock…”
“Best I"ve ever had,” Ichigo snapped back.
“Gonna come back for more?”
“Nothing else is ever going to compare…
“That a yes?”
“Yes.” Ichigo groaned, glaring into stupidly gorgeous cerulean eyes. “I still hate you.
Soft lips found Ichigo"s as cerulean eyes fell half lidded, and there was no doubt in his mind what the words meant.
“Yeah…” Grimmjow murmured into the kiss. “I still hate you, too.”
