Angry at the World: Original
Title: Angry at the World
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo (Other relationships included)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After a confrontation, Grimmjow's fascination with Kurosaki Ichigo takes control. There seems to be more than just lust, but damaged connections grow with difficulty. *WARNING* First chapter non-con, consider skipping for more enjoyable story.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all it's characters belong to Kubo Tite. I do not endorse rape or violence. This story contains male sex, violence, explicit language, and angst. If this will offend you or you are not above eighteen, don't read!
The original Angry at the World oneshot.
Angry at the World
“No, no!” The screams didn’t mean much to Grimmjow. He couldn’t remember meeting a punk that made him as angry as this. The cockiness, the arrogance in that stance, and the grin; oh that fucking shit-eating grin. It didn’t go away. Pain changed it to a haunting grimace and it filled with laughter as he slashed at the fiery redhead’s body, but it never let go of that goddamn confidence. What was his name? Ah, Ichigo Kurosaki. He wanted to kill him.
“What’s wrong Kurosaki?! I just wanna have a little fun before I send ya off to Seireitei!” He pressed down on Ichigo’s throat, thrilling in the pump of blood he could feel in the jugular just below his palm. Kurosaki’s life gone in a flash of blood. He shivered with anticipation. The problem was he didn’t just want Kurosaki dead. He wanted him. His body was young, strong, smaller than his. Lithe and smooth. Those delicious eyes were haunted. Could he make them worse?
“You sick fuck,” he spat out at him. Those lips. Grimmjow wanted them to beg for mercy and beg for pleasure. He wanted to fuck those lips to oblivion. He wanted to possess every little bit of Ichigo Kurosaki.
“I like it better when they fight back,” Grimmjow said with a grin. He straddled Ichigo’s hips and pressed his arousal against him and bit his lip against sounding out his pleasure. The look of disgust on Ichigo’s face deepened while Grimmjow’s grin widened. He ripped open Ichigo’s hakama and splayed his hands out across his torso, crudely discovering every crevice in his abs, temptingly soft with his touch. “You’re so hot, Kurosaki,” he moaned, watching for the redhead’s reaction. He was rewarded with a cry of rage and hands reaching up to pummel him. One fist connected with his cheek; it didn’t hurt. The other hand Grimmjow caught and licked, looking right into Ichigo’s eyes as he did. He circled his tongue around his fingers lewdly, daring him with his eyes.
“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!” His words were filled with bravado, but he looked away first. Grimmjow sucked tightly on a finger before letting go to touch his body again and feel his warm flesh, while he leaned down to bite and suck at his neck. Ichigo growled in protest and bit at Grimmjow’s neck, drawing blood. He just laughed.
“I like it rough, Kurosaki…Maybe we’ll get along after all,” he said cruelly, biting a nipple. Ichigo cried out in surprise and pain but was silenced by Grimmjow’s harsh kiss, tongue slamming down into his mouth and throat. Muffled sounds of protest formed around the hot slickness that explored his mouth, sounds that slowly became shriller as Grimmjow’s skilled hand slid silkily to ichigo’s crotch and gripped his member. The protests sounded more insistent and panicked until he finally broke away from the kiss with harsh laughter. “I also like it when you come to play too,” he said huskily into his ear, before letting his tongue dive into those crevices as well. His fingers played in circles along Ichigo’s cock, tauntingly gentle before pumping roughly and erratically, and then playing one fingertip harshly into his slit again and again until Ichigo writhed in pain, and then comforted the boy with soft palming.
“Stop, stop it already! You already won goddammit!” He cried out. The boy was almost sobbing. The glistening in his eyes was so fuckin beautiful. He’d torture this little fuck all day long just for this. This wasn’t the pain at being beaten, being raped, this was this little strawberry’s pain at the whole fuckin’ world. Being a shinigami. Having to be better than the rest. Having to be a man too soon when at heart he was just a big fuckin baby. And Grimmjow knew nothing better than being angry at the whole fucking world and not being able to anything about it. He pulled his hand from Ichigo’s now hard cock and slapped him across the face.
“Quit whinin’ ya little bitch, just take it like a man why don’t ya? But I guess you’re not really a man are ya, ya little fairy boy,” he drove the point home by grinding their crotches together. Ichigo winced and looked both breathless and hurt by the pleasure. “A man wouldn’t get hard when he’s about ta get raped.”
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Ichigo was so hard it hurt. It wasn’t fucking fair. Grimmjow’s goddamned hands, fighting, murdering, calloused hands were so goddamn good. He’d never felt that good when touching himself, and no matter that he was angry out of his fucking mind, scared shitless that he was about to be raped by a maniacal arrancar, his grinding hips just made him even hornier and angrier. “Just get the fuck off of me and I won’t tell anybody what a fucking creep you are!” Him the creep? He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as Grimmjow rolled his hips again.
“Ooo, that’s funny Kurosaki,” Grimmjow purred. “I’m not the one who’ll have to explain this to anyone,” he said, and raked his nails ruthlessly down his chest. Ichigo screamed. “You little fuckin tart, I’ve had enough of this,” he said while grimacing. The Espada quickly pulled down his pants,
eyes burning with lust, and without any words at all he flipped the shinigami onto his stomach and yanked his pants down.
“Wait, Grimmjow-“ Without any preparation, he shoved his full length inside of him. Ichigo screamed and so did the teal monster above him, cursing the tight heat of virgins and fucking redheads, while the redhead in question began to sob. “Shit! Shit! What the fuck is wrong with you!” He cried, and writhed in agony.
“Just shut up!” Grimmjow growled. “Just take it you dumb fuck, wait five seconds!” He yelled as he pounded into him. Ichigo still sobbed, but a cry of pleasure snuck in amongst his distressed sounds as delicate, murderous hands reached around to grab his aching length and pump it. He tightened with every pump of the Espada’s hands, and even as he felt blood drip down his thighs and exhaustion creep into his muscles, so too did he feel pleasure begin to creep in with that feeling of fullness. A clever finger teased across his slit and he cried out, convulsing.
“Goddamnit! Stop!” His muscles tensed.
“Oh yeah Kurosaki, fuck me back!” Grimmjow pressed him down against the ground and thrust even harder. Was he enjoying himself? Tears dripped down his cheeks and gravel dug into his chest, but something about Grimmjow made something burn with fire inside of him. Maybe it was a thirst for revenge. He hoped that was it, but as he began to whimper and moan in discomfort and desire, he realized it might not be. He was so…so…close…Something slammed deep inside of him and made him see white.
“Grimmjow!” He screamed and came hard against Jeagerjacques hand, spilling his seed into his hand and crying out with relief. Grimmjow yelled out a string of expletives as the shinigami tightened around him, and he thrust spastically and harder than ever, before yelling out in release. Ichigo felt himself fill with burning liquid. Then the tension drained from his body and he went limp. His hands scrabbled at the ground as he sobbed now without any abandon. He felt the arrancar pull out of him and pull his pants up. Then he surprised him by fixing up his own clothes as well, pulling tight his hakama, and then pulling the shinigami into his arms. Ichigo roared and pounded his fists against his chest. “You bastard! You fucking bastard! Don’t you touch me! Nobody fucking touch me!” He let out another agonized scream as strong arms tightened around him. “Bastards! All of them! Goddamnit! Goddamnit!”
“Fuck…I know kid. Let the whole world know.” Nobody knew like Grimmjow what it felt to be angry at the whole goddamn world.
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