[Bleach] Te Amo... I Hate You

[sururu]

Title: Te Amo... I Hate You.
Author/Artist: Sururu
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggarjack / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: R
Warning: PWP, Non-con, Anal, Language, Blood(play).
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach! ToT
Summary/Notes: Grimmjow pays Ichigo a visit one night after the rest of the youths family have gone to sleep. Fully intending to pay him back for the injuries Ichigo caused him in their last fight, though not in the conventional way. [This story takes place just after Orihime has been taken to Las Noches. The other shinigami have returned to Seireitei to form a plan, leaving Ichigo behind in Karakura to rest. At least for this fic that's what happened.]

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Ichigo let his head fall forward, his chin had previously been pressed to the heel of his palm but was now resting almost flush against his bared collar bones as he sat on his bed, staring out of the open window and down onto the dimly lit street below. There was a chilled breeze wafting through and ruffling his messy hair though it didn't do much more than push it in a slightly different direction.

He let his eyes fall shut, brows drawing down more than usual in a scowl of concentration and confusion and his mouth turning down at the corners, parting slightly to show a flash of his white teeth which stood out in the dingy light of the late evening.

Right now the substitute shinigami hated himself. “Heh...” The almost hollow amusement that seeped into his voice was little comfort to him. Rukia would beat some sense into him if she was here to see his face right now. Luckily, though, she wasn't. Right now she was back in Seireitei with the other shinigami, trying to figure out how to rescue Inoue from Las Noches.

Ichigo pulled one of his hands from it's resting place against his knees and pressed it to his forehead, scraping his fingers roughly through his hair before fisting a clump of the orange strands and pulling on them slightly in his frustration.

How could he let this happen? “Inoue...” His voice came out as a hoarse and bitter whisper, laced with regret. Ichigo knew the girl couldn't hear him, or see him for that matter but he had said it anyway.

“Damnit!!” The teen pulled both hands away from himself and slammed them down on the sill of his window roughly, the wood making a slight cracking sound in protest and the runners that the window used to slide open digging into his palms almost painfully.

Curling his fingers around the sill Ichigo hung his head again, eyes now open and shining with intensity. If he had been stronger she wouldn't be there right now, if he had just protected her better then everyone wouldn't be worried, not knowing whether she was alive or not, and she would be safe. His chest heaved slightly with his breathing, irritation pumping strings of adrenaline through his veins even as he tried to calm himself. Of course he failed miserably, Ichigo had never been a particularly calm individual to begin with.

Ichigo could feel his chest aching with the need to act, not to sit around in his bedroom waiting for the others to return from their meetings. He hadn't even been invited to go along with them! He was better now anyway, it wasn't like his wounds were still marring his body and forcing him to be bound in bandages and bed ridden. “Why...” He ground the word out under his breath.

“Why what, Shinigami.” It was more a statement that floated through the air, as opposed to an actual question. Spoken in a voice which made a shiver run down the teens spine, a voice that forced him to snap his head up to stare at the floating form of the Arrancar that had caused him so much trouble and irritation so far.

The only thing Ichigo thought of doing right then was growling and slamming his hands down again onto the sill, kneeling on his bed and glaring toward Grimmjow. “What the hell are you doing here!?” Then he seemed to re-think what question he really wanted answered and spoke again.

“Where's In-!”

Ichigo didn't get to finish his question as Grimmjow shot forward toward him using sonido, his body flashing momentarily out of sight before the orange-haired youth felt an impact to his torso, making him choke on a breath and sending him flying backward off of his bed and to the wooden floor of his room.

Grimmjow stood over Ichigo and placed a foot on his chest, pressing down so the teen couldn't move while at the same time folding his arms over his chest and letting a smug grin tug at his lips. “That girl?” His voice took on a tone that Ichigo didn't even want to try to analyze. “She's sittin' pretty so don't you worry, little-shinigami.” He said it in such a way that there was no other motive other than to mock Ichigo, to piss him off.

Ichigo struggled soon after Grimmjow had finished speaking, turning his head to pin-point the location of his shinigami badge and after finding it with his eyes he gripped the arrancar's ankle with both hands and dug his fingers into the indent between heel and ankle-bone. “Get the hell offa me! If you wanna fight I'll kick your ass and make you take me to her!” He tried to arch his back, only succeeding in lifting his sweaty torso from the floor slightly.

The blue eyed man couldn't suppress his laughter and bent at the waist, stamping his foot harshly on Ichigo's chest and all but ignoring the fingers pressing into the tendons of his ankle, expression condescending. “You'll kick my ass?” He snorted and pulled his foot off of Ichigo, ripping it away from the teens grasp. “Don't make me laugh!!” Catching the movement of the youth wasn't that hard and Grimmjow shot his hand out to grip Ichigo around the neck, pulling him to his feet and slamming his back against the wall harshly.

Ichigo squinted his eyes at the contact and let out a rasped breath, his eyes wandering to the side to lock onto the shinigami badge again. Grimmjow caught the look this time, his hand sliding up the shinigami's neck to press his thumb and index finger tightly behind either of the teens ears and pushing down heavily, forcing Ichigo to look back at him. “What's so interestin' shinigami?” The teal haired arrancar jerked the youth forward by the throat. “Shouldn't ya be lookin' at your attacker?”

Ichigo grunted in response, eyes squinting closed as he bared his teeth in a grimace, his hands which had been motionless until now lifted to grip the arrancar's wrist in the same way he had grabbed his ankle. “Get offa me and I'll show you what I was lookin' at!” His voice held threat but it only made Grimmjow's amusement run deeper.

“Nah.” He adopted a bored expression, using his free hand to stick his pinky finger into an ear, twisting it in a blatant show of disinterest. “I think I like you right where ya are.” Then the hand dropped and his smirk widened, causing the teen to shudder again and begin struggling harder. He felt so weak and useless when he wasn't in his soul form, well, against arrancar and hollows at least. Normal people he could kick their ass any day.

Grimmjow leaned forward, pressing the front of his body to Ichigo's and pinning him into stillness with his form. “I told ya I was gonna get you back for what you did to me last time, right?” He drawled the words almost lazily, sending his hot breath washing over Ichigo's face. The teen noted somewhere in the back of his mind that it smelled fresh and slightly...fruity?

The teen tensed, back straightening against the wall and pressing there as much as he could manage to try and escape the weight of Grimmjow's body, though it didn't actually do anything more than make him more squashed, as the arrancar continued to press closer, hand still on Ichigo's neck. “So, I think it's time I payed ya back.” His voice had lowered to a murmur and his hand finally moved from Ichigo's neck, leaving the teen to suck in a deeper breath than he had previously been able to take and gasp as his jaw was grabbed instead, Grimmjow's fingers pressing harshly into the soft flesh of his cheeks and pushing them against Ichigo's teeth making the youth wince, forced to part his lips slightly to alleviate the pressure, though it was still painful, the slight and familiar tinge of blood assaulting his tongue.

Grimmjow hovered there for a long moment, his smirk slowly fading until it was just a ghost of an expression and his eyes lidded, the hand which wasn't gripping Ichigo's face was moved and firmly planted on the shinigami's hip, squeezing the protruding bone there hard. “I ain't gonna be conventional about it though.” He let the words wash over the teens face for a moment, letting them sink in before he swooped down in a quick and harsh movement, crushing their mouths together and, not making any attempt to approach it slowly, he shoved his tongue deep inside the shinigami's mouth.

Ichigo was more than stunned when he felt the crush of Grimmjow's lips on his own, more so than he had been when he felt the hand wrapping around his pajama pants clad hip. As a result the orange-haired boy didn't retaliate for a long moment, just standing motionless and stiff as his mouth was assaulted with a hot, talented tongue. Then the lag in his struggling ceased and he used his hands to shove against the arrancar's chest, grunting and sending out muffled cries of irritation and shock into the others mouth, which didn't let up.

Grimmjow only pressed his thumb and fingers into Ichigo's cheeks harder in reply to the struggling, moaning quietly as the taste of blood increased within Ichigo's mouth. He ran his tongue along the other males, over his teeth and the roof of his mouth and occasionally he pulled back to stroke the slick muscle along the others parted and bruised lips.

Ichigo growled, not being able to bite down on the tongue invading him as he had fingers painfully forcing his jaw to stay open. Finally Grimmjow stopped, moving his hand away from Ichigo's cheeks and back down to his neck, but instead of strangling him again he let his fingers caress the smooth skin, feeling the increased pulse beneath. “Did ya actually enjoy that?” He half sneered, seeming as smug as ever.

The teen gasped in a breath of air when he was released, turning his head to the side and keeping his hands fisted in Grimmjow's jacket as he jabbed his tongue against the inside of his left cheek, feeling the bumpy, lacerated skin there he hissed in reply to the arrancar's question. “Why the fuck would I like it!?” He turned his head back, eyes shining with intense heat bought on by anger.

“Heuh.” Grimmjow smirked again. “Really?” Then rolled his hips, his breath slightly increased at the feel of Ichigo's erection sliding against his own half-hard cock. “Coulda fooled me, Ichigo.” He said the others name as he rolled his hips again, forcing a ragged gasp from between the teens lips.

“S-hut the hell up!” He hissed, realizing he couldn't actually shout too much, his family would wake up if he did, and that would place them in danger. Thinking that bought another question to the forefront of his mind; How come he couldn't feel Grimmjow's riatsu? Was he suppressing it? It wouldn't surprise the teen , but why would he bother?

Grimmjow chuckled lowly and slipped his hand between their bodies, sliding it down over the bare abdomen of the half-dressed youth before stopping at the hem of Ichigo's pants. “Oi, I bet you'll love it, but that ain't actually what I came here to do.” Then he shoved his hand into Ichigo's lower garment and fisted his cock harshly, tightly and almost painfully, making Ichigo choke and slam his head back against the wall with a loud thud of contact.

Ichigo didn't want to have Grimmjow's hands on him like this, it made him feel sick to be touched in this way, but he couldn't deny his arousal, it would be stupid of him to do so since his body was so very obviously straining for the attention, it was just his mind that was suffering. Though he was turned on physically Ichigo had no idea why he was, the kiss had been... Ok he had to admit that it had been hot, but other than that there wasn't anything unusual about the situation, Grimmjow was being violent with him as always, the only thing he could think it might be is the positioning, of their bodies and the arrancar's hands.

Grimmjow continued to hold onto Ichigo's erection, though he never once moved his hand into motion. Instead he loosened his grip slightly and tightened it again, causing the teen to groan and hitch his breath at the pain, Ichigo's eyes closing tightly and a flush of indignation covering his cheeks. “You sick fuck.” He growled though it didn't hold as much venom as he wished it did, slurred and softened by his heady lust.

The arrancar snickered and pulled his hand away completely, making Ichigo hold back a whine at the loss, much to the orange-haired teens annoyance. “Oh don't worry, shinigami, I plan on continuing.” Grimmjow murred almost seductively before using Ichigo's neck to direct them toward the bed. But instead of being thrown on it like Ichigo had expected he was turned around, neck now freed but strong hands gripping his shoulders in a bruising hold, and forced to his knees. “What the hell're you doin'!?” His voice rose again and he pressed his lips together tightly after the outburst grunting as he was forced down further, face pressed into the mattress as his body bent, leaving him practically helpless.

“Oh just shut the fuck up already!!” Grimmjow was getting annoyed now, keeping Ichigo's face pressed against the sheets harder than was needed and using the other hand to roughly yank down the teens pajama bottoms, the distinct sound of tearing hitting Ichigo's ears over the rush of blood that was almost deafening him now, and the feeling of fabric burn hissing across his thighs at how violently his pants had been pulled down, making him squirm. If he hadn't realized it before Ichigo was well aware of what the arrancar was planning to do now. He clenched his hands in the sheets, feeling hopeless, feeling weak and irritated by that lack of strength when he was without his zanpakuto.

Behind him Grimmjow, now finished with the task of removing Ichigo's pants, was working on the black sash at his own waist, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor at the same time his hakama dropped, no longer being held in place. Of course he was wearing nothing underneath so his erection was instantly freed and he let himself indulge in a shudder as the cool air washed over the heated flesh.

After he was done Grimmjow gripped a handful of Ichigo's hair and yanked his head back, causing the teen to arch his spine and grimace, the arrancar's free hand pressed into the mattress at Ichigo's side. Leaning in close the teal-haired male pressed his lips to Ichigo's ear, as if whispering tenderly, though his words were anything but. “I'll make you regret ever meeting me, Ichigo.”

The teen tensed at the words, eyes clamped shut and brows drawn down to physically prove his pain and anger in his expression. He opened his mouth to retort, but his face was shoved back into the mattress, a muffled “Mnf!” being the only sound that he could force from his lips.

With one hand pressed against the back of Ichigo's head to keep him in place Grimmjow used the other to yank the teens hips up so he was kneeling higher, as opposed to the slightly sagged position he had taken to when thrown to the floor and bent over the edge of the bed.

After doing this the arrancar shoved two of his fingers into his own mouth, not really paying attention to how much saliva he coated them with since he was only doing this to make sure he didn't cause himself pain while doing it. Extracting them the blue-eyed man didn't even warn Ichigo before pressing both digits to the tight and unused ring of muscle between the youths firm ass cheeks stroking them over the puckered ring twice before shoving them almost brutally inside of Ichigo up to the last knuckle, making the orange-haired boy choke and cry out into the mattress.

Of course Ichigo's erection flagged and he squirmed his lower body in a futile attempt to dislodge the fingers from inside him, the pain sharp and burning. Ichigo was used to pain, he was no wuss by any means but this was completely different from what he was used to and it made his breath come in harsh, pained pants, feeling light headed by the lack of sufficient oxygen that he could get into his lungs due to his face being pressed to the sheets so strongly.

“Does it hurt, shinigami?” The arrancar cooed in a mocking tone of voice, pulling his fingers out and thrusting them back into the unwilling body again and again, repeating the action until he felt the tight muscles give under the abuse and loosen slightly. “Heh.” Pulling his fingers free and keeping his hold on the back of Ichigo's head Grimmjow licked along his palm before slicking the saliva over his pulsing cock with a deep groan, making sure to press his face close to Ichigo's ear so he could hear how much fun the arrancar was having torturing him.

Ichigo shuddered at the sound, hating it and the effect it was having on his newly awaking body now that the intrusion to his rear was gone, but it was short lived because he soon felt a thick, hot erection pressing against his ass, making him writhe even more, trying to get out of the grip and away from the sensation. “I'll impale you on it.” Grimmjow growled. “And make you know real pain!” He sounded sadistically happy as he spoke and the struggling only seemed to fuel his lust it seemed. A strong hand finding purchase on Ichigo's hip and holding the teen motionless as he pressed against his anus again, this time shoving his hips forward violently and entering Ichigo in one swift thrust.

“Aghffffff!!” The choked scream was muffled by the mattress but still loud as Ichigo felt the pain tearing him in two from the inside, it felt like someone was trying to rip him apart, and he could feel the distinct trickle of fluid slowly making it's way down his inner thighs, making him choke as his whole body shook, any signs of his own arousal now non-existant.

“That was a pretty sound ya made there shinigami.” Grimmjow rasped as he used the hand on Ichigo's hip to pull one of the teens ass cheeks to one side, pulling out almost completely as he watched his thick shaft, covered in Ichigo's blood, slide back in painfully slowly for both of them, though in different ways. He pulled out again, ignoring Ichigo's whines and half smothered pleas and this time he shoved back in with more intensity than the initial entry, his head falling back and his eyes closing as he moaned thickly, hotly out into Ichigo's bedroom.

“Nn.” Grimmjow let the sound fall from his lips as he repeated the harsh thrust, meanwhile Ichigo was choking with each movement the other made, though he wasn't crying he could feel his eyes burning.

The arrancar let go of Ichigo's head and the teen instantly turned his face to the side, using the opportunity to fill his lungs with air even though he was still having trouble breathing, his body rocking hard against the bed as he was pounded into. “Ugh-uh!” He clenched his teeth and gripped the sheets tightly with one hand, the other arm bending and swinging back in an attempt to elbow the man leaning over him, but it was intercepted without even a break in rhythm.

“You're so fuckin'- hnnm- stubborn!” Grimmjow groaned the words as he twisted the offending limb behind Ichigo's back and held it there, hunching over the youths prone and quivering form as he slowed his thrusting just slightly, but not the strength at which he was doing it, the sound of skin slapping skin seeming to echo in the room.

Ichigo growled in response, using it instead of the whimper that was trying desperately to force itself from his body at the harsh and painful treatment he had, and was, receiving. “St-op!!” He groaned, eyes closed and torso damp with perspiration, purpling bruises starting to blossom into life on his neck, cheeks and shoulders from the earlier rough treatment.

Grimmjow, of course, didn't stop. “Nah.” Was all he said before quickening his thrusts again, now easier due to the blood slicking Ichigo's passage. His breath was coming in harsh, heavy pants now and he wasn't even trying to hide it, letting out any groan or sound of pleasure to make sure Ichigo knew just how good it felt to fuck him like this, to hurt him.

The teen couldn't do anything but groan quietly, scrunching his eyes shut and hoping the ordeal would end soon, the pain lessened and eventually became numb although he could still feel Grimmjow moving inside of him. The teens stomach clenched and so did the muscles in his sore ass, making Grimmjow's body shudder enough for Ichigo to feel it.

The teen started to feel hot all over again as fingers started to tease and pinch at his skin, nails scraping over the parts of his back that weren't covered by the hand being held there, and across his ass and hip's, making Ichigo jerk against the sensation and Grimmjow moan at the extra stimulation.

“U-uhh.” Ichigo was moaning now, his face heated with a flush of humiliation. He despised himself for getting aroused again, aroused from being raped! By an arrancar! By Grimmjow! His body felt tight all over, muscles bunching as he tried to force his renewed erection away and yet it relented, refused to leave him.

Grimmjow seemed amused, letting the teen know that he knew how his body was betraying him by sliding his hand down and wrapping his fingers around the boys hot, aching need. “An' you called me a sick fuck? Heh, Ichigo I think you got it all wrong.” Though that was the last Grimmjow said. Both hands abandoning their tasks to grip Ichigo's hips and pull him down more roughly onto his cock, close to his end.

Ichigo moaned louder, panting heavily and using his now freed hand to join the other one in tightly gripping the bed sheets. He felt so... good right now. His body felt so good, despite the pain, despite the blood and despite the fact that a man was the one doing it to him. He felt charged with sexual tension and he was shuddering violently beneath Grimmjow, almost on the verge of begging... Almost, but not quite.

The arrancar let his head fall back again, mouth hanging open as he breathed raggedly and his thrusts became un-even, the timing and precision gone from them and only the pure need of release moving him now, the instinct controlling him completely.

Then Grimmjow tensed up and groaned in a long, loud string of expletives, his body jerking violently as Ichigo felt the length inside him twitch and the uncomfortable feeling of burning hot cum filling him and making his abused insides sting.

Then everything went still and time seemed frozen for a long moment, nothing but pants filling the room and the heavy, sweaty weight of an arrancar pressed to his back was there to let Ichigo know that he hadn't died. Fuck he was still hard.

Grimmjow pulled out and stood up, still panting but obviously fine aside from his quick breathing. “Well.” He drawled. “That was better than I thought it would be, shinigami.” He pulled his hakama up and proceeded to tie the sash about his waist to hold them in place. “Can't say it had the desired effect though.” He eyed the teen.

Ichigo rolled over when he was freed, falling to a sitting position with a hiss, his back supported by the side of the bed and his arms laying limply at his sides, chest heaving with the intensity of his breathing and eyes half-lidded and clouded over. He hated himself. He was still hard. “I...” The teen started but was cut off.

“I don't have time to listen to ya spouting any more shit, shinigami.” Grimmjow snapped, moving to kneel on the bed and work his way over to the window, stepping out of it. “I ain't helpin' you do that...” His voice was quiet and Ichigo almost thought it sounded... soft? Remorseful?

Then Grimmjow was gone, just as suddenly as he had appeared and Ichigo was left alone in his room, sitting in a puddle of blood and semen while gasping for breath and having an internal battle over what to do about his erection.

Finally his impatience and need won out and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, groaning as he let his head fall back he started to pump himself, eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling, trying not to think about anything, but the feeling of a strong body and the sound of harsh moans filled his mind, driving him crazy. “Uh.” He tried to hold back any sounds, ashamed that he had been reduced to this, his hand moving faster and squeezing his erection as his hips lifted from the floor and dipped back down, thrusting into his hand as his thumb grazed over the weeping slit at the tip of his cock. “Ghh.” He squeezed his eyes shut, panting renewed and cheeks flushed over the exertion his movements were causing, even if his ass and lower back were sore there was no way he could stop now.

It wasn't long before he felt himself tense up and jerk, gasping and letting out a silent cry as he released onto his hand and stomach, thick and hot and filthy.

Ichigo sagged in his position, slowly opening his eyes, still blurry from his orgasm, which had been bought on so quickly by the memory of Grimmjow inside him.

“Fuck...” Were the last words the shinigami youth uttered before getting up, cleaning up and flopping face first into bed. Needless to say he didn't get much sleep that night.

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Authors Note: Ok so...this was my first Bleach fic, my first PWP fic and my first fic involving sex...xD; A lot of firsts! (The first I've actually finished too!) I really hope it was ok... I dunno, I'm not at all confident in my writing so I'm really paranoid! I hope I got them in character, even though I RP as Ichigo and have played Grimmjow in the past it's completely different writing fanfiction! Argh! Please let me know what you think anyway!! I love everyone who reads this and likes it, whether you review or not. Seriously, thank you! <3