The LONG OVERDUE work of Miss Kaze and Miss Insane.
WELL, Lord KNOWS it's been TOO LONG since I've posted something. So in light of Kaze posting something, I thought I would be fair and post something we both worked on. So here it is, ladies and gents. Hope you like. >3
Title: Not Fair (or in other words, Property Value)
Authors:
kamikaze43v3rand Me, C8I
Paring(s): GrimmIchi, GrimmHichi, mentioned HichiIchi
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, language... you know, the fun stuff.
Summary: Grimmjow decides to show Hichigo who's boss.
Disclaimer: Neither Kaze nor I own Bleach. As much as we'd like to. Bleach and it's wonderful characters belong to Kubo Tite.
“Hichigo! Stop it!”
The teal haired Arrankar looked up from his perch on Ichigo’s bed, watching as the orange haired boy grabbed his head from where he sat at his desk. ‘Again…?’
Ichigo squirmed; the bright red blush that had started at his ears had begun to trail down to his cheeks. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop showing me those images- FUCK!” The teen clasped his front, trying to hide his growing erection.
Grimmjow had just about had enough of this. It was like every other time he came around. Every GOD DAMN TIME he came to get some lovin’. It wasn’t enough that the hollow was privileged to be living inside the Shinigami’s head, and could come out whenever he wanted. No. The stupid lucky bastard also had a thing for HIS Shinigami as well, meaning whether the hollow came out or stayed in, he always seemed to be able to “fuck” with the brat. And frankly, Grimmjow wanted to put a stop to it.
Grimmjow grabbed the boy by his collar and pinned him to the bed, glaring into the panicked, hazy brown orbs that was lost between reality and his inner world. The fuckin’ white prick was still onto HIS Shinigami, playing with the kid’s head when HE was the one who held every right to do so. Grimmjow was never keen on sharing his prey.
Deciding to get the berryhead’s attention back to him, Grimmjow rubbed Ichigo’s growing erection through the fabric of his pants, immediately getting a moan from him. “G-Grimmjow, not you t-too... Shit!” Ichigo gasped as Grimmjow bit at his neck.
“Remember who ya fuckin’ belong to, shinigami. It’s ME, and it ain’t that stupid hollow of yers!” Grimmjow growled at both Ichigo and the hollow inside.
He could almost hear the white bastard’s twisted voice cackling as the chocolate brown eyes flashed on and off yellow. “Grimm, Grimmjow s-stop. He’s… he’s getting angry-.”
“Damn fuckin’ RIGHT! He SHOULD be angry! Now he knows how it feels to watch as somethin’ gets taken away. But in this case, I’m not the one that will be givin’ you up. He will be!”
The teen moaned louder as the Espada ripped off his shirt, hastily nipping and licking at his now bare chest. “Gra-Grimmjow! He’s… he’s gunna come out!”
The Sexta snorted. “ Then let ‘im come. I’ve got some shit ta “talk” ta him about.”
Ichigo gasped in pain, and Grimmjow looked up to see if the hollow had made its appearance in the room, but was suddenly disappointed when eerie yellow eyes stared back at him. “…Bastard”
The hollow grinned, which looked weirdly good on the teen’s face. “What’s wrong, Kitty-chan? Were ya expectin’ me ta pop outta King’s head instead? Sorry, but that ain’t happenin’~”
Grimmjow merely gave a bored look at the smart-mouthed Hollow. Unexpectedly the Espada got up and pinned down the body below him once again. Hichigo’s yellow eyes widened in surprise as Grimmjow resumed his work, licking at the younger one’s chest before biting harshly into the soft flesh and drawing blood. The Vizard grunted in sharp pain, “What the fuck, Arrancar?! I ain’t Ichigo!” The Vizard struggled in the Espada’s grasp, as he continued to hurl expletives at him.
Grimmjow snickered at the hollow, “Since ya’ve been jumping on my prey, I’m gonna show ya that I OWN this body yer living in, so shut the fuck up and take it like the good bitch your king is.” With that, Grimmjow jerked at the Vizard’s hardened erection under the pants and earned a surprised yelp.
“Fuck this, I ain’t no bottom ta freakin’ kitties like -” Hichigo’s taunts were silenced by Grimmjow’s lips that were hard and fierce on his. His sharp canines caught at his bottom lip, tearing the skin. Grimmjow’s free hand continued to slide up and down Hichigo’s dick teasingly, while the said hollow glared almost helplessly at the man restraining him.
The Sexta smirked into moaning lips. “Funny, it looks like yer doin’ exactly that.” Pants flew off faster then the shirt had, and boxers were slid down at record speed. “But I ain’t a fuckin’ kitty, ya white bitch.”
Hichigo snarled, trying desperately to push the Arrankar off of him. However, since he was in Ichigo’s human body, there was no budging. “Ya prick! Get the fuck off me!”
A calloused hand yanked at the Vizard’s hard on, causing an angry moan to rip from pale pink lips. “I thought we established that was a definite no? Besides, I think yer beginin’ ta like this.”
“Ya must be-ah!- out of yer-ahhn!- freakin’ mind, Jae-ehhn-garjaques!”
“Nah, I am pretty sure I’m right. I mean, listen ta those moans!”
The Vizard bit into his King’s top lip, trying hard not to let a sound escape. But when the teal haired Arrankar introduced his mouth to the already weeping member, it was almost impossible to keep anything in.
“Don’t… don’t ya realize by doin’ this yer only makin’ King-ah fuck!- mad?! If only ya could hear his bitchin’.”
Grimmjow laughed at this. “Ya know what? I am kinda glad I can’t hear it. He does it enough ta me at other times that right now, I almost feel bad fer you. ALMOST.” Hands pushed up on the Vizard’s legs, spreading them wider apart. “Ichi can be mad at me all he fuckin’ wants. I am makin’ a point ta YOU, first and foremost. He’ll understand better when he feels the aftermath of the sex when he gains back control.”
“What fuckin’ bullshit are ya talkin’... Uhhnnn...” Hichigo desperately held back his moan through clenched teeth. He swore to himself he wouldn’t moan out loud to the fucking bastard. Unfortunately, he felt his restraint slipping as Grimmjow’s sinful tongue licked most sensually at the underside of his dick while his calloused fingers fondled with his balls. “F-Fuck... I swear I’ll fuckin’ kill ya when I get out of this body, Jaegarjacques!”
The Espada hummed in reply as he removed his mouth from the shaft, a string of saliva connecting in between. Hichigo dared not admit that was a rather arousing sight. “Yer startin’ ta sound like Ichigo now too; ya sure yer not Ichigo in disguise or somethin’?” Grimmjow’s dry finger poked at the entrance as a tease. The Vizard gave a hiss of pain at it.
“Shit! Shit!” Hichigo cursed under his breath as the digit probed in, going further as another digit joined in. He moved his legs to get a kick to land on the smirking fucker’s face in vain. Damn the weakness of a physical body!
“See? Ya do like this, ya sick bastard,” Grimmjow snickered, emphasising his point on Hichigo’s dick twitched with delight. “Looks like Ichi’s ‘horse’ wants someone ta ride him, yeah? What’cha ask is what’cha get,” Grimmjow’s maniacal grin spread wider. He lowered his hakama, revealing his own impressive size.
“D-Don’t!” Hichigo snapped, gold eyes gleaming in both rage and frustration.
“What’s this? Yer beggin’, now? What a fuckin’ shame.”
“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare, Arrancar, or the next time I see ya I’ll rip yer guts out,” The Vizard snarled threateningly, but the Espada remained unfazed. He is after all, at Grimmjow’s mercy, so why should the Espada give a fuck?
With a cocky smirk plastered all over his face, Grimmjow thrust himself into the unprepared entrance. Hichigo howled in pain, clawing at the Sexta’s back angrily. “I’ll kill you! I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU! FUCK!”
Grimmjow’s grip on the Vizard’s hips tightened to bruising strength as he didn’t even let the hollow get used to the intrusion. “Yeah, well I hate ya too. So we’re even.” He could feel the tightness start to become lubricated, surely with blood, and his thrusts started to run more smoothly. “C’mon hollow, take it like the good bitch ya are! Ichi does better then this when we get rough!”
The Vizard growled, letting out a soft moan as the pain dulled to a low roar, and pleasure pushed itself to the top. “Yeah, but that’s -shit!- that’s only because he’s so loose from BOTH of us bein’ rough with ‘im.”
The Sexta Espada cackled with laughter. “He’s gunna kill ya fer that one, ya dumb prick! Ya know as well as I do that he’s still as tight as the first time.” He snorts. “Well, almost. Seeing as I was the one that took the berry’s cherry.” Grimmjow grinned. “He cock blocked ya fer a good long time, didn’t he?”
“Huh… sounds like… yer ok with the idea of me fuckin’ the King.” Paling lips frowned. “Fuck ya! King was too much’a pussy ta think ‘bout sex.”
“HAH! Did I say I was ok with it?! I just know it’s almost inevitable. Ichi is fuckin’ irresistible!” Grimmjow angled his thrusts a little, grinning when the Vizard yelled out. “Now, I say ‘almost inevitable’, seein’ as I am sure you’ll be keepin’ away from MY property from now on.”
Hichigo arched off the bed, his King’s blunt nails digging into the Espada’s flesh. “Don’t be-hah- so s-sure of that, bastard!” Hichigo groaned in both pain and pleasure, eyes screwed shut as Grimmjow thrust even harder than before. He could feel the malicious grin of the Espada against the skin of his neck, the large calloused hands on his back and his weeping member. He sure didn’t want to say it, admit it, feel it, but damn, it was starting to feel good.
Grimmjow smirked, feeling the Vizard under him going limp, finally submitting and giving in. ‘Hah,’ the Sexta thought in triumph, ‘another bitch for me to fuck.’ Though Grimmjow had the feeling Ichigo was scowling and sulking at what they were doing right now. Grimmjow shrugged; punishment for both of them. Both of them, in this body, are his, and no one else’s.
“Shit... Grimm-” Hichigo muttered incoherently, unable to think clearly from the pleasure that surged through him. The bastard was hitting the spot in him that made him scream, just like he did to his King. He just didn’t know it’d felt this good. Hichigo moaned again when Grimmjow squeezed a little too hard on his dick, almost pushing Hichigo over the edge.
But he stopped. The fucking bastard stopped his pumping and thrusting. Hichigo’s black-yellow eyes glared at the teal-haired Arrancar with eyes glazed in lust and slight confusion. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, the thumb on his dick slid over the slit, making the Vizard shudder. “Why’d...” Hichigo panted softly, “Why’d ya stop, ya fuckin’... nnnn.”
“I dunno, hollow. I kinda started this ta fuckin’ pay back for fuckin’ Ichi… so I don’t see why I should let ya finish…” The Espada smirked. “Unless… ya can give me yer word that yer not gunna fuck with my berry.”
Hichigo growled angrily. “Ya fuckin’ prick! Ya dun get me all worked up like that an’ then leave me hangin’! I’ll kill ya!” He struggled, trying to make the taller man move again, but only got another teasing stroke to his length. “Fu-aaaah-ck Jaegarjaques! It ain’t far tha’ ya get King all ta yer self! I was here first! Jus’ ‘cause I didn’t get ta fuck ‘im first-.”
“What, ya wanna compromise? What ya have in mind, hollow?”
The white being smirked. “I know ya dun like sharin’… hell, neither do I. But in this case we may have ta. I get ‘im when yer not here, and ya get ‘im when ya are here. Hell, we can even both ‘ave a go at ‘im sometime. So what do ya say, aibou.”
Grimmjow stared hard into the black-and-yellow eyes. It did kinda sound like a good idea. But he really did hate sharing. And he wasn’t being a selfish child about it. Grimmjow didn’t have much that he could call “only his”, so Ichigo was something special, even if he wasn’t going to admit it out loud. “…fine” he growled. “But no fuckin’ with him when I’m around! That’s MY job, got it?!”
Hichigo nodded. “Yes yes, I got it. Yer King’s King.” He added with a cheeky grin that made Grimmjow run his thumb nail down the hollow’s shaft. “Aaah fuck! Ok! Fuck off, would ya? I get it! Now fuckin’ finish!”
The teal haired Arrankar hummed. “But I thought ya hated bein’ dominated. Ya really are a whore, eh?”
That comment got a dark snarl, which only lasted for a second before the hollow grabbed his head and moaned in pain. “No.. NO ya lil’ fucker! Not yet! I’m not done!”
Grimmjow paused in curiosity, staring at the other’s thrashing. “Oi, hollow. What’s goin’ on?”
“Fuckin’ King… I said no God damn it! Mnn!!” The usually white copy gave a frustrated shout, clutching the front of his head with both arms, before dropping back on the bed panting.
“…oi?”
“Shut up, you fucking jerk.”
Grimmjow grinned. “Ah, Ichi. Nice of you to join us. I bet that fucker is pissed ay? Ya really didn’t give him much of a chance at finish up. He’ll probably want help with that after… the bastard.” He grinned widely. “Now, how ‘bout ya help ME finish up, eh?”
It wasn’t a very hard kick, at least as far as Ichigo’s usual kicks went, but it was enough to knock the Arrankar back and out of the teen. Ichigo rolled off the bed with a sharp gasp, growled, then stood rubbing his sore behind. “Fuck off Grimm. I ain’t in the mood ta “help” ya right now.”
The Sexta frowned. “What the hell?! I was defendin’ my property!”
“YOU DON’T OWN ME, Grimmjow! NO ONE owns me. All you wanted to do was get your cheap thrills, and you obviously don’t care who they are with. So fuck off.”
Grimmjow blinked. “Are ya…. Jealous, Ichi?”
The orange haired teen turned with an embarrassed and angry blush spread across his face. “N-no! Why would I be?! Shut up! Go away! Get out of my room, you bastard-of-a-pervert!”
Grimmjow was pushed harshly towards the door, which slammed behind him. He waited a few moments, looking at his nails quietly, before the door opened again and a hand dragged him back in and over to the window, which was shoved open quickly. “N-now out!”
“Fine… but this ain’t over, berry! I’ll make sure that hollow knows who ya belong to some day!” He gripped the teen’s shirt and pulled him forcefully into a heated kiss. “’till then, it sure as hell feels good ta know yer jealous over me. Ya may act like a bitch ‘bout it, but I bet yer hollow’ll be getting’ a wallop inna few. Later, Shinigami.”
Ichigo blushed darker as the Arrankar stepped out of his window and into an awaiting Garganta. “I am not jealous about you, you prick! Don’t come back here for another week!”
~fin.
Title: Not Fair (or in other words, Property Value)
Authors:
kamikaze43v3rand Me, C8I
Paring(s): GrimmIchi, GrimmHichi, mentioned HichiIchi
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, language... you know, the fun stuff.
Summary: Grimmjow decides to show Hichigo who's boss.
Disclaimer: Neither Kaze nor I own Bleach. As much as we'd like to. Bleach and it's wonderful characters belong to Kubo Tite.
“Hichigo! Stop it!”
The teal haired Arrankar looked up from his perch on Ichigo’s bed, watching as the orange haired boy grabbed his head from where he sat at his desk. ‘Again…?’
Ichigo squirmed; the bright red blush that had started at his ears had begun to trail down to his cheeks. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop showing me those images- FUCK!” The teen clasped his front, trying to hide his growing erection.
Grimmjow had just about had enough of this. It was like every other time he came around. Every GOD DAMN TIME he came to get some lovin’. It wasn’t enough that the hollow was privileged to be living inside the Shinigami’s head, and could come out whenever he wanted. No. The stupid lucky bastard also had a thing for HIS Shinigami as well, meaning whether the hollow came out or stayed in, he always seemed to be able to “fuck” with the brat. And frankly, Grimmjow wanted to put a stop to it.
Grimmjow grabbed the boy by his collar and pinned him to the bed, glaring into the panicked, hazy brown orbs that was lost between reality and his inner world. The fuckin’ white prick was still onto HIS Shinigami, playing with the kid’s head when HE was the one who held every right to do so. Grimmjow was never keen on sharing his prey.
Deciding to get the berryhead’s attention back to him, Grimmjow rubbed Ichigo’s growing erection through the fabric of his pants, immediately getting a moan from him. “G-Grimmjow, not you t-too... Shit!” Ichigo gasped as Grimmjow bit at his neck.
“Remember who ya fuckin’ belong to, shinigami. It’s ME, and it ain’t that stupid hollow of yers!” Grimmjow growled at both Ichigo and the hollow inside.
He could almost hear the white bastard’s twisted voice cackling as the chocolate brown eyes flashed on and off yellow. “Grimm, Grimmjow s-stop. He’s… he’s getting angry-.”
“Damn fuckin’ RIGHT! He SHOULD be angry! Now he knows how it feels to watch as somethin’ gets taken away. But in this case, I’m not the one that will be givin’ you up. He will be!”
The teen moaned louder as the Espada ripped off his shirt, hastily nipping and licking at his now bare chest. “Gra-Grimmjow! He’s… he’s gunna come out!”
The Sexta snorted. “ Then let ‘im come. I’ve got some shit ta “talk” ta him about.”
Ichigo gasped in pain, and Grimmjow looked up to see if the hollow had made its appearance in the room, but was suddenly disappointed when eerie yellow eyes stared back at him. “…Bastard”
The hollow grinned, which looked weirdly good on the teen’s face. “What’s wrong, Kitty-chan? Were ya expectin’ me ta pop outta King’s head instead? Sorry, but that ain’t happenin’~”
Grimmjow merely gave a bored look at the smart-mouthed Hollow. Unexpectedly the Espada got up and pinned down the body below him once again. Hichigo’s yellow eyes widened in surprise as Grimmjow resumed his work, licking at the younger one’s chest before biting harshly into the soft flesh and drawing blood. The Vizard grunted in sharp pain, “What the fuck, Arrancar?! I ain’t Ichigo!” The Vizard struggled in the Espada’s grasp, as he continued to hurl expletives at him.
Grimmjow snickered at the hollow, “Since ya’ve been jumping on my prey, I’m gonna show ya that I OWN this body yer living in, so shut the fuck up and take it like the good bitch your king is.” With that, Grimmjow jerked at the Vizard’s hardened erection under the pants and earned a surprised yelp.
“Fuck this, I ain’t no bottom ta freakin’ kitties like -” Hichigo’s taunts were silenced by Grimmjow’s lips that were hard and fierce on his. His sharp canines caught at his bottom lip, tearing the skin. Grimmjow’s free hand continued to slide up and down Hichigo’s dick teasingly, while the said hollow glared almost helplessly at the man restraining him.
The Sexta smirked into moaning lips. “Funny, it looks like yer doin’ exactly that.” Pants flew off faster then the shirt had, and boxers were slid down at record speed. “But I ain’t a fuckin’ kitty, ya white bitch.”
Hichigo snarled, trying desperately to push the Arrankar off of him. However, since he was in Ichigo’s human body, there was no budging. “Ya prick! Get the fuck off me!”
A calloused hand yanked at the Vizard’s hard on, causing an angry moan to rip from pale pink lips. “I thought we established that was a definite no? Besides, I think yer beginin’ ta like this.”
“Ya must be-ah!- out of yer-ahhn!- freakin’ mind, Jae-ehhn-garjaques!”
“Nah, I am pretty sure I’m right. I mean, listen ta those moans!”
The Vizard bit into his King’s top lip, trying hard not to let a sound escape. But when the teal haired Arrankar introduced his mouth to the already weeping member, it was almost impossible to keep anything in.
“Don’t… don’t ya realize by doin’ this yer only makin’ King-ah fuck!- mad?! If only ya could hear his bitchin’.”
Grimmjow laughed at this. “Ya know what? I am kinda glad I can’t hear it. He does it enough ta me at other times that right now, I almost feel bad fer you. ALMOST.” Hands pushed up on the Vizard’s legs, spreading them wider apart. “Ichi can be mad at me all he fuckin’ wants. I am makin’ a point ta YOU, first and foremost. He’ll understand better when he feels the aftermath of the sex when he gains back control.”
“What fuckin’ bullshit are ya talkin’... Uhhnnn...” Hichigo desperately held back his moan through clenched teeth. He swore to himself he wouldn’t moan out loud to the fucking bastard. Unfortunately, he felt his restraint slipping as Grimmjow’s sinful tongue licked most sensually at the underside of his dick while his calloused fingers fondled with his balls. “F-Fuck... I swear I’ll fuckin’ kill ya when I get out of this body, Jaegarjacques!”
The Espada hummed in reply as he removed his mouth from the shaft, a string of saliva connecting in between. Hichigo dared not admit that was a rather arousing sight. “Yer startin’ ta sound like Ichigo now too; ya sure yer not Ichigo in disguise or somethin’?” Grimmjow’s dry finger poked at the entrance as a tease. The Vizard gave a hiss of pain at it.
“Shit! Shit!” Hichigo cursed under his breath as the digit probed in, going further as another digit joined in. He moved his legs to get a kick to land on the smirking fucker’s face in vain. Damn the weakness of a physical body!
“See? Ya do like this, ya sick bastard,” Grimmjow snickered, emphasising his point on Hichigo’s dick twitched with delight. “Looks like Ichi’s ‘horse’ wants someone ta ride him, yeah? What’cha ask is what’cha get,” Grimmjow’s maniacal grin spread wider. He lowered his hakama, revealing his own impressive size.
“D-Don’t!” Hichigo snapped, gold eyes gleaming in both rage and frustration.
“What’s this? Yer beggin’, now? What a fuckin’ shame.”
“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare, Arrancar, or the next time I see ya I’ll rip yer guts out,” The Vizard snarled threateningly, but the Espada remained unfazed. He is after all, at Grimmjow’s mercy, so why should the Espada give a fuck?
With a cocky smirk plastered all over his face, Grimmjow thrust himself into the unprepared entrance. Hichigo howled in pain, clawing at the Sexta’s back angrily. “I’ll kill you! I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU! FUCK!”
Grimmjow’s grip on the Vizard’s hips tightened to bruising strength as he didn’t even let the hollow get used to the intrusion. “Yeah, well I hate ya too. So we’re even.” He could feel the tightness start to become lubricated, surely with blood, and his thrusts started to run more smoothly. “C’mon hollow, take it like the good bitch ya are! Ichi does better then this when we get rough!”
The Vizard growled, letting out a soft moan as the pain dulled to a low roar, and pleasure pushed itself to the top. “Yeah, but that’s -shit!- that’s only because he’s so loose from BOTH of us bein’ rough with ‘im.”
The Sexta Espada cackled with laughter. “He’s gunna kill ya fer that one, ya dumb prick! Ya know as well as I do that he’s still as tight as the first time.” He snorts. “Well, almost. Seeing as I was the one that took the berry’s cherry.” Grimmjow grinned. “He cock blocked ya fer a good long time, didn’t he?”
“Huh… sounds like… yer ok with the idea of me fuckin’ the King.” Paling lips frowned. “Fuck ya! King was too much’a pussy ta think ‘bout sex.”
“HAH! Did I say I was ok with it?! I just know it’s almost inevitable. Ichi is fuckin’ irresistible!” Grimmjow angled his thrusts a little, grinning when the Vizard yelled out. “Now, I say ‘almost inevitable’, seein’ as I am sure you’ll be keepin’ away from MY property from now on.”
Hichigo arched off the bed, his King’s blunt nails digging into the Espada’s flesh. “Don’t be-hah- so s-sure of that, bastard!” Hichigo groaned in both pain and pleasure, eyes screwed shut as Grimmjow thrust even harder than before. He could feel the malicious grin of the Espada against the skin of his neck, the large calloused hands on his back and his weeping member. He sure didn’t want to say it, admit it, feel it, but damn, it was starting to feel good.
Grimmjow smirked, feeling the Vizard under him going limp, finally submitting and giving in. ‘Hah,’ the Sexta thought in triumph, ‘another bitch for me to fuck.’ Though Grimmjow had the feeling Ichigo was scowling and sulking at what they were doing right now. Grimmjow shrugged; punishment for both of them. Both of them, in this body, are his, and no one else’s.
“Shit... Grimm-” Hichigo muttered incoherently, unable to think clearly from the pleasure that surged through him. The bastard was hitting the spot in him that made him scream, just like he did to his King. He just didn’t know it’d felt this good. Hichigo moaned again when Grimmjow squeezed a little too hard on his dick, almost pushing Hichigo over the edge.
But he stopped. The fucking bastard stopped his pumping and thrusting. Hichigo’s black-yellow eyes glared at the teal-haired Arrancar with eyes glazed in lust and slight confusion. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, the thumb on his dick slid over the slit, making the Vizard shudder. “Why’d...” Hichigo panted softly, “Why’d ya stop, ya fuckin’... nnnn.”
“I dunno, hollow. I kinda started this ta fuckin’ pay back for fuckin’ Ichi… so I don’t see why I should let ya finish…” The Espada smirked. “Unless… ya can give me yer word that yer not gunna fuck with my berry.”
Hichigo growled angrily. “Ya fuckin’ prick! Ya dun get me all worked up like that an’ then leave me hangin’! I’ll kill ya!” He struggled, trying to make the taller man move again, but only got another teasing stroke to his length. “Fu-aaaah-ck Jaegarjaques! It ain’t far tha’ ya get King all ta yer self! I was here first! Jus’ ‘cause I didn’t get ta fuck ‘im first-.”
“What, ya wanna compromise? What ya have in mind, hollow?”
The white being smirked. “I know ya dun like sharin’… hell, neither do I. But in this case we may have ta. I get ‘im when yer not here, and ya get ‘im when ya are here. Hell, we can even both ‘ave a go at ‘im sometime. So what do ya say, aibou.”
Grimmjow stared hard into the black-and-yellow eyes. It did kinda sound like a good idea. But he really did hate sharing. And he wasn’t being a selfish child about it. Grimmjow didn’t have much that he could call “only his”, so Ichigo was something special, even if he wasn’t going to admit it out loud. “…fine” he growled. “But no fuckin’ with him when I’m around! That’s MY job, got it?!”
Hichigo nodded. “Yes yes, I got it. Yer King’s King.” He added with a cheeky grin that made Grimmjow run his thumb nail down the hollow’s shaft. “Aaah fuck! Ok! Fuck off, would ya? I get it! Now fuckin’ finish!”
The teal haired Arrankar hummed. “But I thought ya hated bein’ dominated. Ya really are a whore, eh?”
That comment got a dark snarl, which only lasted for a second before the hollow grabbed his head and moaned in pain. “No.. NO ya lil’ fucker! Not yet! I’m not done!”
Grimmjow paused in curiosity, staring at the other’s thrashing. “Oi, hollow. What’s goin’ on?”
“Fuckin’ King… I said no God damn it! Mnn!!” The usually white copy gave a frustrated shout, clutching the front of his head with both arms, before dropping back on the bed panting.
“…oi?”
“Shut up, you fucking jerk.”
Grimmjow grinned. “Ah, Ichi. Nice of you to join us. I bet that fucker is pissed ay? Ya really didn’t give him much of a chance at finish up. He’ll probably want help with that after… the bastard.” He grinned widely. “Now, how ‘bout ya help ME finish up, eh?”
It wasn’t a very hard kick, at least as far as Ichigo’s usual kicks went, but it was enough to knock the Arrankar back and out of the teen. Ichigo rolled off the bed with a sharp gasp, growled, then stood rubbing his sore behind. “Fuck off Grimm. I ain’t in the mood ta “help” ya right now.”
The Sexta frowned. “What the hell?! I was defendin’ my property!”
“YOU DON’T OWN ME, Grimmjow! NO ONE owns me. All you wanted to do was get your cheap thrills, and you obviously don’t care who they are with. So fuck off.”
Grimmjow blinked. “Are ya…. Jealous, Ichi?”
The orange haired teen turned with an embarrassed and angry blush spread across his face. “N-no! Why would I be?! Shut up! Go away! Get out of my room, you bastard-of-a-pervert!”
Grimmjow was pushed harshly towards the door, which slammed behind him. He waited a few moments, looking at his nails quietly, before the door opened again and a hand dragged him back in and over to the window, which was shoved open quickly. “N-now out!”
“Fine… but this ain’t over, berry! I’ll make sure that hollow knows who ya belong to some day!” He gripped the teen’s shirt and pulled him forcefully into a heated kiss. “’till then, it sure as hell feels good ta know yer jealous over me. Ya may act like a bitch ‘bout it, but I bet yer hollow’ll be getting’ a wallop inna few. Later, Shinigami.”
Ichigo blushed darker as the Arrankar stepped out of his window and into an awaiting Garganta. “I am not jealous about you, you prick! Don’t come back here for another week!”
~fin.