Birthday fic for gogochan - The Game
Title: The Game
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, wallsex, slight d/s themes, mild bondage, PWP.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo. Both characters are older than eighteen.
The Game
"Admit it, Whitey. You like my cock. You think about it all day. You can't fuckin' get enough."
Grimmjow's voice was loud; it broke through the silence and threatened to rattle my composure. I held in a sigh, unwilling to give him what he was looking for, unwilling to give him anything. It was all a game - a battle of wills, so to speak. Our words were our weapons, as were our bodies. Any reaction I made would be seen as a sign of weakness. So, I did not react.
His hands clutched at my torso, moving lower, pawing at the muscles of my lower stomach. The Sixth seemed to be in a hurry. A barely-visible smirk twitched across my lips. "For all your incessant rambling," I replied, my voice cold and unfeeling, "it seems as if you cannot keep your hands away from my cock."
The sarcastic comment earned me a growl and a bite to the neck. Grimmjow's teeth pierced my skin, clenching hard enough to draw a thin line of blood. I could feel the thick, warm drop of of liquid as it slid across my pale skin, the sensation almost sending a shiver through my body. His hand came up to fist in my hair, dragging my head to the side so that he could trail his violent kisses higher. I did my best to remain motionless. My mind fought against my reflexes and won, but the battle was far from over.
One hand still in my hair, Grimmjow maneuvered his other into the folds of my clothes, parting the fabric until I was bare from the waist up. His lips pulled into a grin, his teeth still tainted with a bit of my blood. He looked as if he was about to speak, so I acted quickly, crushing my lips to his in order to silence whatever irritating words were about to come next. The taste of blood overwhelmed my senses, momentarily clouding my mind as his tongue snuck between my teeth. The kiss was furious, brash, and rough. It was everything that Grimmjow was... everything that I refused to be.
My hands betrayed me, moving up to his face, my fingers reaching under his mask to slide against the smooth skin of his jaw. He growled in response, tightening his grip on my hair and deepening our kiss, his tongue warring with mine for control. His other hand made quick work of the rest of my clothes, pushing them down and away until I was naked before him. I drew in a quick breath, a unwelcomed thrill of anticipation racing through me as he fumbled with his own clothing. He was on top of me a moment later, forcing me backwards, his hands harsh as they pinned me against the wall.
Resting my head against the wall, I bit the inside of my lip and struggle to remain in control. His fingers dipped below my waist, teasing my sensitive skin and threatening to shatter my self-control. A slight smirk formed on my lips. I wouldn't give in so easily. He pressed into me harder, crushing me against the wall and forcing a breath from my lungs. His body felt like fire as it slid against my own, his taunting heat spreading across my flesh like some sort of disease. It infected me, reaching into my core and pulling out a side of me that rarely dared to surface.
He grinned, his hands finally finding my pulsing erection, his fingers less than gentle as they wrapped around me. I gritted my teeth, fighting hard to keep from bucking my hips, from thrusting myself into that lewd embrace. His eyes narrowed at my lack of response, a hiss of dissatisfaction slipping out between his own clenched teeth. Our little game wasn't going where he wanted it to.
A devious flash of blue eyes was all the warning I received before I found myself spun around, pushed face first into the wall with my wrists drawn behind my back. My first instinct was to struggle, but I forced the reaction down and remained still. He wanted me to fight back. I felt him bend down behind me and heard him rustle through our clothes, only realizing what he had in store when I felt the cool silk of my sash slither over my wrists. The knot was tightened before I could react, my hands bound tightly at the small of my back. A deep growl sounded next to my ear, followed by the sharp sting of teeth on my neck. "I think I need to remind ya how much ya like it." The amusement in his voice made my blood boil.
I narrowed my eyes and started to respond, but he leaned into me and bit down on my shoulder. A moan escaped me, my body quickly gaining the upper hand as my resolve began to falter. It was... inconvenient. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the torrent of desire that filled me whenever Grimmjow put his hands on me. I could defeat him in every other aspect, whether it be related to skill or intelligence, but my body couldn't help but respond to the tempting sensations that stemmed from his touch. Something about him was luridly intoxicating. His rudeness, his depravity and disdain for rules... they were things that I didn't understand. A part of me found them intriguing. It was almost pleasurable, to lose myself for a moment, to be overwhelmed by something so completely out of control.
Of course, I would never admit such a thing to the blue-haired menace.
My breath hitched and I closed my eyes, focusing on the sinful slide of his body against mine. He trailed open-mouthed kisses across my back, pausing only to bite mercilessly at my flesh. I let my head fall back, finally daring to revel in the effect that his violently seductive actions had on me. A pleased-sounding hum from behind let me know that Grimmjow had noticed the slip in my restraint. I snapped my head back up, flexing my wrists against their bonds, informing him that I wasn't completely defeated.
He snarled under his breath and fisted his hand in my hair, yanking my head back and nipping at my exposed neck. Heavy, hot breaths fell against my abused flesh as he hovered there for a moment, tilting my head so that I could see the iciness in his cobalt gaze. "Admit it," he leered. "Just admit that you like it, that you need it."
I scoffed, unbelieving that he would consider me willing to give in to such a ridiculous demand. Need him? Never in a million years. It was true that I had come to enjoy our little "sessions," but I would never lower myself so much as to need them. Grimmjow's ego was getting a bit big if he really believed such a thing. I would have to put him in his place... but maybe some other time. His lips against my skin were currently holding the brunt of my irritation at bay.
When it became apparent that I was not going to respond, he growled disapprovingly and bent down to rummage around on the ground again. The distinctive pop of a bottle being opened made my lips pull back in a scowl. Carrying that stuff around was distasteful, even for someone like Grimmjow. My displeasure was forgotten when he returned to his place behind me, the feel of something thick and hot against my entrance sending a shiver of excitement up my back.
There was a moment of silence as he gripped my hips to hold me still, his rough fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He tilted his head and bit the nape of my neck as he pushed forward. My vision went white as a bolt of pain shot through me, my body resisting the intrusion by clamping down around him. His movement was slow and steady as he inched into me, his grip on my hips beginning to shake. I let out the breath that I had been holding when I felt the heat of his torso against my back, the heavy rise and fall of his chest pressing me further into the wall. The pain began to fade as my body became adjusted to his presence, a warm flush slowly spreading across my skin. I bit my lip and ventured to press back against him, arching my back to better rock my hips into his.
"Fuck. Don't fucking move," he snarled, his breathing shaky as he used his weight to push me into the wall. He brought one his hands to the middle of my back, pinning me there so that I was trapped. I smirked, but remained still, a bit grateful for the extra time to adjust. A long minute went by as he struggled to catch his breath. My body began to react, a twinge of desire sweeping through me, like an itch beneath my skin. Finally, he began to slide in and out, but the slowness of his movements still didn't give me the friction that I wanted. I began to rock back as he pushed forward, gritting my teeth in frustration.
He pulled back suddenly, only to drive forward so hard that stars flashed behind my eyelids. An involuntary gasp fell from my lips as the first surge of pleasure sucked the air from my lungs. He pushed forward again, falling into a fierce rhythm, barely giving me time to catch my breath. I fisted my hands behind me, pressing my face against the wall as I tried to collect my composure. All the pain had faded, leaving behind a pleasure so intense that I was almost afraid to enjoy it. Grimmjow groaned behind me. His movements were erratic - I couldn't follow them. Each new thrust was harsh and unexpected, catching me off guard and leaving me breathless.
The last of my resolve faded and I faltered, falling prey to the each blinding sensation that engulfed me. Grimmjow's thrusts slowed as he reached around me, his calloused fingers demanding as they sought out my aching erection. I gave in to the moment, completely absorbed in the pleasure that his hand was wringing from me. Adjusting my weight, I lifted one foot to angle myself better, groaning when the movement allowed him to penetrate me deeper. He reached down and held my thigh with his free hand, speeding up his rhythm and slamming me into the wall with each frantic thrust.
A trickle of heat began to pool in my stomach, making the muscles in my body tightened in anticipation. I could feel Grimmjow's breath against my back... the sharp edges of his mask cutting into my skin... the tight grip of his hand around my cock... Each sensation nudged me a little closer to the edge. The pleasure finally peaked as my body spasmed, ecstasy coursing through me like a shiver of electricity. A string of muttered curses sounded from behind me and I felt Grimmjow tense. His fingers bruised my thigh as they clenched down, his body convulsing with the force of his own release. I remained still as he rested his head against my back, listening to the sounds of his breaths as I tried to slow my racing pulse.
It was over a moment later. He pulled back, untied my arms, and quickly moved away to search for his clothing. I rolled some of the stiffness out of my shoulders before reaching for my own clothes. He turned to face me when he was finished dressing, a smug look of satisfaction on his face. I crossed over to him and grabbed him by the throat, backing him up against the wall and leaning in to speak next to his ear. "Don't ever think that I need you, Grimmjow," I warned, my voice harsh as I tightened my grip around his neck. "Just remember that it is always you who comes to me, and not the other way around."
He growled before shoving me away and storming out of the room. I adjusted my clothes, trying to ignore the way that the fabric stuck to the insides of my thighs, and followed him a moment later. No matter how much he said otherwise, Grimmjow was the one who always instigated our little game. He might have won that round, but I was determined not to lose the next time.
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, wallsex, slight d/s themes, mild bondage, PWP.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo. Both characters are older than eighteen.
The Game
"Admit it, Whitey. You like my cock. You think about it all day. You can't fuckin' get enough."
Grimmjow's voice was loud; it broke through the silence and threatened to rattle my composure. I held in a sigh, unwilling to give him what he was looking for, unwilling to give him anything. It was all a game - a battle of wills, so to speak. Our words were our weapons, as were our bodies. Any reaction I made would be seen as a sign of weakness. So, I did not react.
His hands clutched at my torso, moving lower, pawing at the muscles of my lower stomach. The Sixth seemed to be in a hurry. A barely-visible smirk twitched across my lips. "For all your incessant rambling," I replied, my voice cold and unfeeling, "it seems as if you cannot keep your hands away from my cock."
The sarcastic comment earned me a growl and a bite to the neck. Grimmjow's teeth pierced my skin, clenching hard enough to draw a thin line of blood. I could feel the thick, warm drop of of liquid as it slid across my pale skin, the sensation almost sending a shiver through my body. His hand came up to fist in my hair, dragging my head to the side so that he could trail his violent kisses higher. I did my best to remain motionless. My mind fought against my reflexes and won, but the battle was far from over.
One hand still in my hair, Grimmjow maneuvered his other into the folds of my clothes, parting the fabric until I was bare from the waist up. His lips pulled into a grin, his teeth still tainted with a bit of my blood. He looked as if he was about to speak, so I acted quickly, crushing my lips to his in order to silence whatever irritating words were about to come next. The taste of blood overwhelmed my senses, momentarily clouding my mind as his tongue snuck between my teeth. The kiss was furious, brash, and rough. It was everything that Grimmjow was... everything that I refused to be.
My hands betrayed me, moving up to his face, my fingers reaching under his mask to slide against the smooth skin of his jaw. He growled in response, tightening his grip on my hair and deepening our kiss, his tongue warring with mine for control. His other hand made quick work of the rest of my clothes, pushing them down and away until I was naked before him. I drew in a quick breath, a unwelcomed thrill of anticipation racing through me as he fumbled with his own clothing. He was on top of me a moment later, forcing me backwards, his hands harsh as they pinned me against the wall.
Resting my head against the wall, I bit the inside of my lip and struggle to remain in control. His fingers dipped below my waist, teasing my sensitive skin and threatening to shatter my self-control. A slight smirk formed on my lips. I wouldn't give in so easily. He pressed into me harder, crushing me against the wall and forcing a breath from my lungs. His body felt like fire as it slid against my own, his taunting heat spreading across my flesh like some sort of disease. It infected me, reaching into my core and pulling out a side of me that rarely dared to surface.
He grinned, his hands finally finding my pulsing erection, his fingers less than gentle as they wrapped around me. I gritted my teeth, fighting hard to keep from bucking my hips, from thrusting myself into that lewd embrace. His eyes narrowed at my lack of response, a hiss of dissatisfaction slipping out between his own clenched teeth. Our little game wasn't going where he wanted it to.
A devious flash of blue eyes was all the warning I received before I found myself spun around, pushed face first into the wall with my wrists drawn behind my back. My first instinct was to struggle, but I forced the reaction down and remained still. He wanted me to fight back. I felt him bend down behind me and heard him rustle through our clothes, only realizing what he had in store when I felt the cool silk of my sash slither over my wrists. The knot was tightened before I could react, my hands bound tightly at the small of my back. A deep growl sounded next to my ear, followed by the sharp sting of teeth on my neck. "I think I need to remind ya how much ya like it." The amusement in his voice made my blood boil.
I narrowed my eyes and started to respond, but he leaned into me and bit down on my shoulder. A moan escaped me, my body quickly gaining the upper hand as my resolve began to falter. It was... inconvenient. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the torrent of desire that filled me whenever Grimmjow put his hands on me. I could defeat him in every other aspect, whether it be related to skill or intelligence, but my body couldn't help but respond to the tempting sensations that stemmed from his touch. Something about him was luridly intoxicating. His rudeness, his depravity and disdain for rules... they were things that I didn't understand. A part of me found them intriguing. It was almost pleasurable, to lose myself for a moment, to be overwhelmed by something so completely out of control.
Of course, I would never admit such a thing to the blue-haired menace.
My breath hitched and I closed my eyes, focusing on the sinful slide of his body against mine. He trailed open-mouthed kisses across my back, pausing only to bite mercilessly at my flesh. I let my head fall back, finally daring to revel in the effect that his violently seductive actions had on me. A pleased-sounding hum from behind let me know that Grimmjow had noticed the slip in my restraint. I snapped my head back up, flexing my wrists against their bonds, informing him that I wasn't completely defeated.
He snarled under his breath and fisted his hand in my hair, yanking my head back and nipping at my exposed neck. Heavy, hot breaths fell against my abused flesh as he hovered there for a moment, tilting my head so that I could see the iciness in his cobalt gaze. "Admit it," he leered. "Just admit that you like it, that you need it."
I scoffed, unbelieving that he would consider me willing to give in to such a ridiculous demand. Need him? Never in a million years. It was true that I had come to enjoy our little "sessions," but I would never lower myself so much as to need them. Grimmjow's ego was getting a bit big if he really believed such a thing. I would have to put him in his place... but maybe some other time. His lips against my skin were currently holding the brunt of my irritation at bay.
When it became apparent that I was not going to respond, he growled disapprovingly and bent down to rummage around on the ground again. The distinctive pop of a bottle being opened made my lips pull back in a scowl. Carrying that stuff around was distasteful, even for someone like Grimmjow. My displeasure was forgotten when he returned to his place behind me, the feel of something thick and hot against my entrance sending a shiver of excitement up my back.
There was a moment of silence as he gripped my hips to hold me still, his rough fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He tilted his head and bit the nape of my neck as he pushed forward. My vision went white as a bolt of pain shot through me, my body resisting the intrusion by clamping down around him. His movement was slow and steady as he inched into me, his grip on my hips beginning to shake. I let out the breath that I had been holding when I felt the heat of his torso against my back, the heavy rise and fall of his chest pressing me further into the wall. The pain began to fade as my body became adjusted to his presence, a warm flush slowly spreading across my skin. I bit my lip and ventured to press back against him, arching my back to better rock my hips into his.
"Fuck. Don't fucking move," he snarled, his breathing shaky as he used his weight to push me into the wall. He brought one his hands to the middle of my back, pinning me there so that I was trapped. I smirked, but remained still, a bit grateful for the extra time to adjust. A long minute went by as he struggled to catch his breath. My body began to react, a twinge of desire sweeping through me, like an itch beneath my skin. Finally, he began to slide in and out, but the slowness of his movements still didn't give me the friction that I wanted. I began to rock back as he pushed forward, gritting my teeth in frustration.
He pulled back suddenly, only to drive forward so hard that stars flashed behind my eyelids. An involuntary gasp fell from my lips as the first surge of pleasure sucked the air from my lungs. He pushed forward again, falling into a fierce rhythm, barely giving me time to catch my breath. I fisted my hands behind me, pressing my face against the wall as I tried to collect my composure. All the pain had faded, leaving behind a pleasure so intense that I was almost afraid to enjoy it. Grimmjow groaned behind me. His movements were erratic - I couldn't follow them. Each new thrust was harsh and unexpected, catching me off guard and leaving me breathless.
The last of my resolve faded and I faltered, falling prey to the each blinding sensation that engulfed me. Grimmjow's thrusts slowed as he reached around me, his calloused fingers demanding as they sought out my aching erection. I gave in to the moment, completely absorbed in the pleasure that his hand was wringing from me. Adjusting my weight, I lifted one foot to angle myself better, groaning when the movement allowed him to penetrate me deeper. He reached down and held my thigh with his free hand, speeding up his rhythm and slamming me into the wall with each frantic thrust.
A trickle of heat began to pool in my stomach, making the muscles in my body tightened in anticipation. I could feel Grimmjow's breath against my back... the sharp edges of his mask cutting into my skin... the tight grip of his hand around my cock... Each sensation nudged me a little closer to the edge. The pleasure finally peaked as my body spasmed, ecstasy coursing through me like a shiver of electricity. A string of muttered curses sounded from behind me and I felt Grimmjow tense. His fingers bruised my thigh as they clenched down, his body convulsing with the force of his own release. I remained still as he rested his head against my back, listening to the sounds of his breaths as I tried to slow my racing pulse.
It was over a moment later. He pulled back, untied my arms, and quickly moved away to search for his clothing. I rolled some of the stiffness out of my shoulders before reaching for my own clothes. He turned to face me when he was finished dressing, a smug look of satisfaction on his face. I crossed over to him and grabbed him by the throat, backing him up against the wall and leaning in to speak next to his ear. "Don't ever think that I need you, Grimmjow," I warned, my voice harsh as I tightened my grip around his neck. "Just remember that it is always you who comes to me, and not the other way around."
He growled before shoving me away and storming out of the room. I adjusted my clothes, trying to ignore the way that the fabric stuck to the insides of my thighs, and followed him a moment later. No matter how much he said otherwise, Grimmjow was the one who always instigated our little game. He might have won that round, but I was determined not to lose the next time.