Bleach (Grimmjow/Ulquiorra)
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kinkfestTitle: The novelty of new experiences
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goldie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blood :)
Word count: 950-ish
Prompt: Bleach, Grimmjow/Ulquiorra: Rough sex - "Ulquiorra likes him best against the wall."
A/N: Set in, and spoilers for, the latest manga canon. Thank you tomarksykins for the beta and usual whippings to my lazy ass. ♥
Ulquiorra knew exactly what he was doing as he slammed Grimmjow into the smooth white walls of Las Noches. The problem was that he was powerless to stop it.
All it took - all it took - was the skin of Grimmjow's throat under his palm and he snapped, the adrenaline that had flooded his body for almost two solid hours spiking up again, unfamiliar and vicious and sweet, dissolving all that careful control into nothing but a red haze that obscured his vision.
"Fuck," he spat out before the word gave him pause, and when Grimmjow only grinned manically in reply, it took all of Ulquiorra's willpower not to choke him then and there. Hazy thoughts forced their way into his mind as they breathed against each other - that this emotion was irrational, that it was the product of their unexpected fight, of their battle with the ryoka shinigami, of the two hours containment in another dimension, of this bastard in front of him having fun with his human prey. That this was nothing more than a logical matter of discipline to be resolved in the usual way.
So why wasn't his body listening?
~~
The number of situations known to cause Ulquiorra to lose his temper was exactly zero.
This was not for lack of trying on Grimmjow's part. His first failure in Karakura only seemed to fuel his hatred, and Ulquiorra didn't even bother to count how many times Grimmjow attempted to provoke him following his return.
It had escalated quickly. Snarling comments left unacknowledged morphed rapidly into shoves, and it wasn't long before Grimmjow was aiming blows to his head, spitting out insults as he went. Ulquiorra only deflected them in the beginning, easily throwing Grimmjow against the nearest piece of furniture before sauntering away slowly, bored, hands in his pockets and expression unchanged. Anger, like love, was a weakness after all; a wasted emotion given into by trash, only to have it cloud their judgement and lead ultimately to their demise. He didn't even bother to pity them.
The sexta espada was beneath him, however, in more ways than just his rank, and it was inconceivable that he could even think to get under Ulquiorra's skin with such neanderthal tactics. So as Grimmjow persisted, Ulquiorra allowed himself to take a curious pleasure in their fights, leaving Grimmjow unsatisfied by ignoring his impotent taunts. With that their clashes became increasingly more physical, hard and fast, often ending with blood and a draw. A warning from Aizen-sama for disturbing the peace of Hueco Mundo came next, and so it seemed an almost logical progression to a different playing field when, immediately after the second Karakura fight, Grimmjow slammed Ulquiorra into a wall and pinned his wrists over his head.
"You fucking bastard," Grimmjow snarled, coiled like a spring. His reiatsu curled around them, fuelled with a barely-channelled adrenaline high that made Ulquiorra shiver. "You loved that, didn't ya. You fucking loved it."
Ulquiorra allowed the barest hint of a smirk to reach his lips; a smirk that lasted for perhaps one second before Grimmjow bit him, hard, wild blue eyes glinting with challenge. Ulquiorra choked back a noise of surprise, holding his compsure even as the iron tang of blood hit his tongue, even as Grimmjow licked crudely at at the gash, sucking on his bottom lip and watching him intently. But it was the slow, rough grind of Grimmjow's hips a moment later, his dick hard and obvious against Ulquiorra's stomach, that eventually drew the gasp out of Ulquiorra's throat.
"Heh. I didn't realise you'd be that easy, Cuatro, or I might've tried this sooner."
From that moment on everything shifted, accelerated. One day it was stained hakama, the next it was sheets, the result of Grimmjow jerking him off roughly in his room. It wasn't long until Ulquiorra was being held down on a desk, or pushed roughly over a chair, fighting wounds fresh and grunting in pain as Grimmjow fucked him with no pretension of gentleness.
"One might think you're losing on purpose, Ulquiorra." The taunt was hot against his ear. Ulquiorra only smirked in reply, before coming somewhat defiantly over the chair.
~~
Ulquiorra blinked and refocused, needing a split second only to process his thoughts before crushing Grimmjow against the hard stone wall. The results were highly satisfactory, and Ulquiorra admired the bright contrast of blood on white as he threaded one hand into that blue hair, then ground the fresh wound hard against the stone, pleased with the grunt in response. He knew his reiatsu was at suffocating levels already but he didn't bother to control it, opting instead to let this brand new euphoria carry him through the moment. The knots in the hakama came easily undone, and he'd shoved it to the floor and bent Grimmjow over before he'd even had the chance to gasp in one shaky breath.
"I think prefer you this way, Sexta Espada Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," he said quietly, the slight tremor in his voice the only hint of his rage. He pulled at his own uniform, still stained and torn from his battles with Kurosaki and Grimmjow himself, and a shiver of equal parts pleasure and power ran through him as he freed his erection. "Hard and submissive against a cold stone wall. At least I always know your place."
"You pretentious fuckwit," Grimmjow half-spat, half-sneered in reply, before he attempted to struggle and failed. "You're no better than me and you know it, no matter how much you fuckin--"
The barest slick of saliva, a bruising grip on Grimmjow's hip, and Ulquiorra pushed in hard, yanking that hair again as pleasure rushed through him like a drug. Grimmjow faltered slightly beneath him, groaning in a way that almost made him want to smile. But that, he decided as he thrust in hard again, was a new experience to save for another day.
Author:
goldieRating: NC-17
Warnings: Blood :)
Word count: 950-ish
Prompt: Bleach, Grimmjow/Ulquiorra: Rough sex - "Ulquiorra likes him best against the wall."
A/N: Set in, and spoilers for, the latest manga canon. Thank you to
marksykins for the beta and usual whippings to my lazy ass. ♥Ulquiorra knew exactly what he was doing as he slammed Grimmjow into the smooth white walls of Las Noches. The problem was that he was powerless to stop it.
All it took - all it took - was the skin of Grimmjow's throat under his palm and he snapped, the adrenaline that had flooded his body for almost two solid hours spiking up again, unfamiliar and vicious and sweet, dissolving all that careful control into nothing but a red haze that obscured his vision.
"Fuck," he spat out before the word gave him pause, and when Grimmjow only grinned manically in reply, it took all of Ulquiorra's willpower not to choke him then and there. Hazy thoughts forced their way into his mind as they breathed against each other - that this emotion was irrational, that it was the product of their unexpected fight, of their battle with the ryoka shinigami, of the two hours containment in another dimension, of this bastard in front of him having fun with his human prey. That this was nothing more than a logical matter of discipline to be resolved in the usual way.
So why wasn't his body listening?
~~
The number of situations known to cause Ulquiorra to lose his temper was exactly zero.
This was not for lack of trying on Grimmjow's part. His first failure in Karakura only seemed to fuel his hatred, and Ulquiorra didn't even bother to count how many times Grimmjow attempted to provoke him following his return.
It had escalated quickly. Snarling comments left unacknowledged morphed rapidly into shoves, and it wasn't long before Grimmjow was aiming blows to his head, spitting out insults as he went. Ulquiorra only deflected them in the beginning, easily throwing Grimmjow against the nearest piece of furniture before sauntering away slowly, bored, hands in his pockets and expression unchanged. Anger, like love, was a weakness after all; a wasted emotion given into by trash, only to have it cloud their judgement and lead ultimately to their demise. He didn't even bother to pity them.
The sexta espada was beneath him, however, in more ways than just his rank, and it was inconceivable that he could even think to get under Ulquiorra's skin with such neanderthal tactics. So as Grimmjow persisted, Ulquiorra allowed himself to take a curious pleasure in their fights, leaving Grimmjow unsatisfied by ignoring his impotent taunts. With that their clashes became increasingly more physical, hard and fast, often ending with blood and a draw. A warning from Aizen-sama for disturbing the peace of Hueco Mundo came next, and so it seemed an almost logical progression to a different playing field when, immediately after the second Karakura fight, Grimmjow slammed Ulquiorra into a wall and pinned his wrists over his head.
"You fucking bastard," Grimmjow snarled, coiled like a spring. His reiatsu curled around them, fuelled with a barely-channelled adrenaline high that made Ulquiorra shiver. "You loved that, didn't ya. You fucking loved it."
Ulquiorra allowed the barest hint of a smirk to reach his lips; a smirk that lasted for perhaps one second before Grimmjow bit him, hard, wild blue eyes glinting with challenge. Ulquiorra choked back a noise of surprise, holding his compsure even as the iron tang of blood hit his tongue, even as Grimmjow licked crudely at at the gash, sucking on his bottom lip and watching him intently. But it was the slow, rough grind of Grimmjow's hips a moment later, his dick hard and obvious against Ulquiorra's stomach, that eventually drew the gasp out of Ulquiorra's throat.
"Heh. I didn't realise you'd be that easy, Cuatro, or I might've tried this sooner."
From that moment on everything shifted, accelerated. One day it was stained hakama, the next it was sheets, the result of Grimmjow jerking him off roughly in his room. It wasn't long until Ulquiorra was being held down on a desk, or pushed roughly over a chair, fighting wounds fresh and grunting in pain as Grimmjow fucked him with no pretension of gentleness.
"One might think you're losing on purpose, Ulquiorra." The taunt was hot against his ear. Ulquiorra only smirked in reply, before coming somewhat defiantly over the chair.
~~
Ulquiorra blinked and refocused, needing a split second only to process his thoughts before crushing Grimmjow against the hard stone wall. The results were highly satisfactory, and Ulquiorra admired the bright contrast of blood on white as he threaded one hand into that blue hair, then ground the fresh wound hard against the stone, pleased with the grunt in response. He knew his reiatsu was at suffocating levels already but he didn't bother to control it, opting instead to let this brand new euphoria carry him through the moment. The knots in the hakama came easily undone, and he'd shoved it to the floor and bent Grimmjow over before he'd even had the chance to gasp in one shaky breath.
"I think prefer you this way, Sexta Espada Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," he said quietly, the slight tremor in his voice the only hint of his rage. He pulled at his own uniform, still stained and torn from his battles with Kurosaki and Grimmjow himself, and a shiver of equal parts pleasure and power ran through him as he freed his erection. "Hard and submissive against a cold stone wall. At least I always know your place."
"You pretentious fuckwit," Grimmjow half-spat, half-sneered in reply, before he attempted to struggle and failed. "You're no better than me and you know it, no matter how much you fuckin--"
The barest slick of saliva, a bruising grip on Grimmjow's hip, and Ulquiorra pushed in hard, yanking that hair again as pleasure rushed through him like a drug. Grimmjow faltered slightly beneath him, groaning in a way that almost made him want to smile. But that, he decided as he thrust in hard again, was a new experience to save for another day.
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Date: 2007-07-05 12:18 am (UTC)This is fanfuckingtastic. No lie. I love the dynamic and the shift and asklfhaksjhf brilliant.
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Date: 2007-07-05 01:09 am (UTC)Yay quiet maliciousness! ♥
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Date: 2007-07-05 01:27 am (UTC):DDDD!!! That Ulqui's a planner, when he's not building sand castles. ♥
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Date: 2007-07-05 02:03 pm (UTC)*looks around to make sure co-workers aren't near*
I love you. And the unicorn pretentious fuckwit. And maybe Grimmjow too. :p
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Date: 2007-07-05 10:58 pm (UTC)The unicorn pretentious fuckwit and sonic the hedgehog express a grudging fondness for you, too. :DDD ♥
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Date: 2007-07-06 07:12 am (UTC)So as Grimmjow persisted, Ulquiorra allowed himself to take a curious pleasure in their fights, leaving Grimmjow unsatisfied by ignoring his impotent taunts.
I liked that sentence a lot.
Good times, yay I'm glad you wrote this pairing!
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Date: 2007-07-07 08:49 am (UTC)Hehe. Grimmjow's impotence thankfully only extends to his insults :DD.
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Date: 2010-04-04 11:44 pm (UTC)They are both very IC here and I love rough, angry, Ulqui. :D