They never see you coming...
But you always see them coming. HEY-O!
Title: Counter Attack
Author: Go God Gene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: PG-13
Helpful Fic Jargon: AU-ish, TWT, S&M, inference of sex
Description: Jaggerjack doesn't take kindly to that orange-haired brat mocking him.
Disclaimer: All characters depicted here in fanfics, fanarts, discussion posts, and comments are fictional, and are considered by the author of said material as well as the community-at-large to be 18 years of age or older-regardless of their ages in the original licensed and published material.
Notes: Ok, so we needed something PG-13 to show off for the comm, seeing as anything higher than that gets F-Locked (meaning anyone who's poking around can't see anything). I'll probably just write the smut part to this soon and post it so the rest of the members can read the "ending".
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Ever since he had been "rescued" from that hell hole known as Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow had been forced to live with his once enemy-prey-hatebuddy?, Kurosaki. Yes, there had been questions, questions that had obvious answers, and not so obvious answers (such as Isshin finally admitting who he really was). But, overall, it really wasn't as bad as Jaggerjack thought it would be.
Well, it did have its drawbacks, but there had been a good thing to come out of this whole mess. He had finally gotten intimate with the teenager.
And by intimate, he meant he had finally quieted Ichigo's snarky mouth with his cock, and put the shinigami's stamina to the test with routine fucking.
Two points for Grimmjow.
Of course, the former espada didn't let his combat skills rust, even if he spent a lot of time in the brat's bed. They both regularly trained with each other. Well, training wasn't really the right word. Training led to the fact that, at the end of the day, no one went home critically injured. Not the same could be said about Kurosaki and Jaggerjack's matches. Grimmjow kept pushing, having higher expectations everytime. Lately, he had even been reverting to his released form to keep the kid in shape.
Which currently puts this story in the present.
Where Grimmjow isn't exactly a happy camper.
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"Ya son of a bitch! Get that thing away from me!" Ichigo smirked from his seat at the edge of his bed. Currenlty, he looked like he had just won something big. He hadn't, not yet anyway. He twirled the circle of black leather around his finger.
"What's so wrong with it? Aren't you a cat? Pets need collars, after all."
Earlier, the teenager had been out at the store. He didn't know what had drove him to spend money on the collar, except on the off chance that it would be a cruel and funny joke.
And now here he was, Grimmjow staring him down with a death glare.
"I ain't your goddamn pet! If I di'n't owe ya my fuckin' life, I'd tear ya ta shreds!"
"Aww, c'mon, bet it'd look good on you."
"You can fuckin' forget it! If anythin', you should be wearing it." Ichigo's smile faltered.
"Excuse me?"
"Ya heard me." Suddenly, Jaggerjack found the energy to bring his infamous smirk to life. "You're the bitch in this. You wear the collar." The shinigami substitute stood quickly, clenching the black collar in his hand. He growled.
"Over my dead body."
"That can be arranged. 'A 'course, if I killed ya, I wouldn't have a hole to fuck, now would I?"
"Fuck off, Jaggerjack."
"Aww, isn't that usually "fuck you"?"
"Only if you wear the collar."
"You'll have ta fight me first." Ichigo turned his back, shrugging, and twirling the collar around his finger once again. The shinigami should've known better; the arrancar behind him always took advantage of any opportunities Ichigo left him. Quickly, with speed of the animal his original self was modeled after, Grimmjow pinned the other to the bed, and wrenched the black leather piece from the other's hand.
"Hey!" The teen cried. The hollow laughed as they both wrestled around, Grimjow trying to get the damn thing on the brat, Ichigo trying to keep it off.
"Hold still!" He had managed to get it half-way on, but the kid's hands were keeping him from his goal. The arrancar, fed up with it, captured both of Kurosaki's arms, and held them together by his wrists. With his mouth, he was able to pull the strap of leather through the buckle and secure it. All said and done, Grimmjow admired his handiwork. "Doesn't look too bad on ya, Kurosaki." The bratty teenager struggled, trying to free his captive hands from the other's stronger grip.
"Get this fucking thing off of me, Jaggerjack, or I swear to the gods..."
"You'll do what? Huh? Fight me? Oooh, I'm scared." The blue-haired arrancar nuzzled close to the younger shinigami's neck, tugging at the collar with his teeth. "Hmm, bet this looks really good on ya when 'ur naked."
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo growled. The hollow let his tongue trace the pulsing vein just hidden underneath the tan skin. It was such a rush for him, just to feel the blood flowing through that one vein in the vaizard's neck. Maybe it was the animal in him that loved the feeling.
If only it was pulsing faster... He'd probably have a boner from sheer thrill of animal instincts running through him.
"What were ya plannin' when you got the collar on me, Ichi? Gonna lead me around like 'ur personal bitch or something?" Ichigo couldn't help the shiver that coursed through his spine as a slim and powerful tongue made it's way into the grooves of his ear. Grimmjow had pretty much mapped out all his sweet spots by now, so attacking his ear first was always a good strategy. Sharp teeth bit down as the black circle around the brat's neck was viciously tugged forward. "Were ya thinkin' I was just lay on my back and let ya be top this time?" The ex-Espada laughed huskily, nipping on open lips, and letting his fingers dig into the orange mop of hair. "Don't bet on it, kid."
"Grimm. Not now." The young Kurosaki knew he was going to lose this battle, and badly. The arrancar knew exactly how to get him going, even if he had been pissed off just minutes before (which he had been).
"Oh, but Ichi, I think ya do want it now. Want it hard and fast, huh?"
"Shut up, Grimmjow."
"Why? Ya haven't said much so far. Been enjoyin' the teasin', I guess. Ya never answered any of my questions, either. Were ya plannin' on tellin' me ta strip, Ichi? Get me fuckin' naked? Make me wear nothin' but the collar? Make me moan for ya?" Ichigo bit his lip to keep from moaning himself. He hadn't been planning that all; the collar had been nothing more than a cruel joke. He just wanted a laugh out of the situation.
But now, thinking of Grimmjow laying on his bed with only that slim collar around his neck, his skin flushed, smiling up at with him with that fire smoldering right behind those blue irises, it was enough to make him suddenly feel like the situation wasn't all that bad. He wondered if he could turn on the arrancar as much as the hollow turned him on. Ichigo could've died happy if he were ever to actually act out something like that. He'd give just about anything to be able to see that picture laid out before him in real life.
"Is that want ya wanted, Ichi?"
"F-Fuck yeah..."
"If I told ya ta beg for it, would ya?"
"...Yeah."
"If I told ya ta call me Grimmjow-sama for it, would ya?"
"Yes," he hissed, just as Grimmjow ground his hips against him. Jaggerjack chuckled.
"Beg me for it, Ichi." The bony hips knocking against his own slowly was enough torture for him. The bastard just insisted on keeping away the pleasures of flesh on flesh away from him. "Beg for it, 'n call me Grimmjow-sama." That hard mass against his would be enough to send him over in the sensitive state he was in.
No, he couldn't lose. Not now.
"Ahn~... I want you, Grimmjow-sama." The arrancar's face cracked with a new smirk.
"Good boy."
Title: Counter Attack
Author: Go God Gene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: PG-13
Helpful Fic Jargon: AU-ish, TWT, S&M, inference of sex
Description: Jaggerjack doesn't take kindly to that orange-haired brat mocking him.
Disclaimer: All characters depicted here in fanfics, fanarts, discussion posts, and comments are fictional, and are considered by the author of said material as well as the community-at-large to be 18 years of age or older-regardless of their ages in the original licensed and published material.
Notes: Ok, so we needed something PG-13 to show off for the comm, seeing as anything higher than that gets F-Locked (meaning anyone who's poking around can't see anything). I'll probably just write the smut part to this soon and post it so the rest of the members can read the "ending".
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Ever since he had been "rescued" from that hell hole known as Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow had been forced to live with his once enemy-prey-hatebuddy?, Kurosaki. Yes, there had been questions, questions that had obvious answers, and not so obvious answers (such as Isshin finally admitting who he really was). But, overall, it really wasn't as bad as Jaggerjack thought it would be.
Well, it did have its drawbacks, but there had been a good thing to come out of this whole mess. He had finally gotten intimate with the teenager.
And by intimate, he meant he had finally quieted Ichigo's snarky mouth with his cock, and put the shinigami's stamina to the test with routine fucking.
Two points for Grimmjow.
Of course, the former espada didn't let his combat skills rust, even if he spent a lot of time in the brat's bed. They both regularly trained with each other. Well, training wasn't really the right word. Training led to the fact that, at the end of the day, no one went home critically injured. Not the same could be said about Kurosaki and Jaggerjack's matches. Grimmjow kept pushing, having higher expectations everytime. Lately, he had even been reverting to his released form to keep the kid in shape.
Which currently puts this story in the present.
Where Grimmjow isn't exactly a happy camper.
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"Ya son of a bitch! Get that thing away from me!" Ichigo smirked from his seat at the edge of his bed. Currenlty, he looked like he had just won something big. He hadn't, not yet anyway. He twirled the circle of black leather around his finger.
"What's so wrong with it? Aren't you a cat? Pets need collars, after all."
Earlier, the teenager had been out at the store. He didn't know what had drove him to spend money on the collar, except on the off chance that it would be a cruel and funny joke.
And now here he was, Grimmjow staring him down with a death glare.
"I ain't your goddamn pet! If I di'n't owe ya my fuckin' life, I'd tear ya ta shreds!"
"Aww, c'mon, bet it'd look good on you."
"You can fuckin' forget it! If anythin', you should be wearing it." Ichigo's smile faltered.
"Excuse me?"
"Ya heard me." Suddenly, Jaggerjack found the energy to bring his infamous smirk to life. "You're the bitch in this. You wear the collar." The shinigami substitute stood quickly, clenching the black collar in his hand. He growled.
"Over my dead body."
"That can be arranged. 'A 'course, if I killed ya, I wouldn't have a hole to fuck, now would I?"
"Fuck off, Jaggerjack."
"Aww, isn't that usually "fuck you"?"
"Only if you wear the collar."
"You'll have ta fight me first." Ichigo turned his back, shrugging, and twirling the collar around his finger once again. The shinigami should've known better; the arrancar behind him always took advantage of any opportunities Ichigo left him. Quickly, with speed of the animal his original self was modeled after, Grimmjow pinned the other to the bed, and wrenched the black leather piece from the other's hand.
"Hey!" The teen cried. The hollow laughed as they both wrestled around, Grimjow trying to get the damn thing on the brat, Ichigo trying to keep it off.
"Hold still!" He had managed to get it half-way on, but the kid's hands were keeping him from his goal. The arrancar, fed up with it, captured both of Kurosaki's arms, and held them together by his wrists. With his mouth, he was able to pull the strap of leather through the buckle and secure it. All said and done, Grimmjow admired his handiwork. "Doesn't look too bad on ya, Kurosaki." The bratty teenager struggled, trying to free his captive hands from the other's stronger grip.
"Get this fucking thing off of me, Jaggerjack, or I swear to the gods..."
"You'll do what? Huh? Fight me? Oooh, I'm scared." The blue-haired arrancar nuzzled close to the younger shinigami's neck, tugging at the collar with his teeth. "Hmm, bet this looks really good on ya when 'ur naked."
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo growled. The hollow let his tongue trace the pulsing vein just hidden underneath the tan skin. It was such a rush for him, just to feel the blood flowing through that one vein in the vaizard's neck. Maybe it was the animal in him that loved the feeling.
If only it was pulsing faster... He'd probably have a boner from sheer thrill of animal instincts running through him.
"What were ya plannin' when you got the collar on me, Ichi? Gonna lead me around like 'ur personal bitch or something?" Ichigo couldn't help the shiver that coursed through his spine as a slim and powerful tongue made it's way into the grooves of his ear. Grimmjow had pretty much mapped out all his sweet spots by now, so attacking his ear first was always a good strategy. Sharp teeth bit down as the black circle around the brat's neck was viciously tugged forward. "Were ya thinkin' I was just lay on my back and let ya be top this time?" The ex-Espada laughed huskily, nipping on open lips, and letting his fingers dig into the orange mop of hair. "Don't bet on it, kid."
"Grimm. Not now." The young Kurosaki knew he was going to lose this battle, and badly. The arrancar knew exactly how to get him going, even if he had been pissed off just minutes before (which he had been).
"Oh, but Ichi, I think ya do want it now. Want it hard and fast, huh?"
"Shut up, Grimmjow."
"Why? Ya haven't said much so far. Been enjoyin' the teasin', I guess. Ya never answered any of my questions, either. Were ya plannin' on tellin' me ta strip, Ichi? Get me fuckin' naked? Make me wear nothin' but the collar? Make me moan for ya?" Ichigo bit his lip to keep from moaning himself. He hadn't been planning that all; the collar had been nothing more than a cruel joke. He just wanted a laugh out of the situation.
But now, thinking of Grimmjow laying on his bed with only that slim collar around his neck, his skin flushed, smiling up at with him with that fire smoldering right behind those blue irises, it was enough to make him suddenly feel like the situation wasn't all that bad. He wondered if he could turn on the arrancar as much as the hollow turned him on. Ichigo could've died happy if he were ever to actually act out something like that. He'd give just about anything to be able to see that picture laid out before him in real life.
"Is that want ya wanted, Ichi?"
"F-Fuck yeah..."
"If I told ya ta beg for it, would ya?"
"...Yeah."
"If I told ya ta call me Grimmjow-sama for it, would ya?"
"Yes," he hissed, just as Grimmjow ground his hips against him. Jaggerjack chuckled.
"Beg me for it, Ichi." The bony hips knocking against his own slowly was enough torture for him. The bastard just insisted on keeping away the pleasures of flesh on flesh away from him. "Beg for it, 'n call me Grimmjow-sama." That hard mass against his would be enough to send him over in the sensitive state he was in.
No, he couldn't lose. Not now.
"Ahn~... I want you, Grimmjow-sama." The arrancar's face cracked with a new smirk.
"Good boy."