IN LOVE AND WAR

A/N: Because I wanted to write something for me for once. :P
Fandom: Bleach.
Pairings: Ichigo/Grimmjow.
Warnings: shortfic, yaoi, sex, gayness, some violence, a bit of fluff.
Disclaimers: These are not my characters, and I am not paid to write.

I really dislike this one... Sorry for the shittyness.

Lovemaking for them always started with a fist to the face, or a kick to the stomach. They fought, Ichigo's hands on Grimmjow's throat, Grimmjow's claw's ripping into Ichigo's back. They weren't in love, they weren't in love, they swore it, but gods, denial was the name of the game.

They were in love, although it was a terrifying thing, especially to Grimmjow.

They were addicted to each other from the first exchange, and in all of Grimmjow's existence, no one had ever made him feel as much as Ichigo. Aizen's cruelty, Gin's torture, Tousen's punishments, or abuse from the other Espada, none of it mattered when compared to the bloody kisses from Ichigo, complete with a busted lip he had given him, the kisses were more powerful by far.

“Is that all you can do, Kurosaki?”

He leered at him, feeling his aggression raise, and he liked it. He wanted him mad, he wanted him hateful and distracted...

Ichigo always fucked him better when he was pissed.

They continued on, bruising and bloodying each other, Ichigo breaking a side tooth after a bit, Grimmjow feeling his wrist crack under his pressure of a hit blocked wrong, but it was so worth it. No matter how much it hurt, or how outsiders would view their pre-coital ritual, this was their way. They were so violent, so aggressive, and yet, this act had nothing to do with hate. Grimmjow swept Ichigo's feet out from under him, and then tackled him, and acted as if he would choke him. Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow by the hair, and yanked his head back, and all of the sudden their lust for violence was sated, and they wanted something completely different.

“That's it, shinigami, put me in my place... If you can.”

Ichigo growled, a sound that seemed much more suited coming from Grimmjow, and pulled at Grimmjow's clothes, on hand still gripped in Grimmjow's hair. Grimmjow laid back, and allowed himself to be manhandled, this was just another prelude to the fun. The more worked up Ichigo was, the more fun it would be. Ichigo gave up on the jacket after a bit, and simply ripped at Grimmjow's pants until the came off, in pieces. He didn't bother to undress himself, but simply pulled his cock from his pants, and started jerking himself off roughly, simply to get to full hardness. Grimmjow smirked, harder every second from watching him, his shinigami fuck toy. Nothing in existence was as good as Ichigo, the sun couldn't hold the same heat.

“If you want prep, do it yourself.”

Ichigo moved back, as Grimmjow's hand went to his mouth, suckling and wetting his fingers, and then, he bit his lip as Grimmjow spread his legs all to enticingly, and slid those fingers within himself, moaning at the sensation.

“Why do you like that, Grimmjow? It's weird.”

“Why the fuck do you think it's weird? You like putting things in me, I like things in me. Is that good enough for you? Now shut up, and watch me.”

Grimmjow's fingers kept moving, and Ichigo certainly did watch, his lust building as Grimmjow masturbated in front of him, obviously having spoken the truth, Despite any personality traits that would have suggested that Grimmjow would top, he loved being penetrated and used, and his moans and writhing spoke volumes of how much pleasure he got from simply stretching himself. He had once told Ichigo that the pain and burn of this type of sex was the best thing ever, the pain made you feel alive, and the pleasure was the reward for existence. Ichigo certainly didn't see it that way, but if Grimmjow got thrill out of taking it in the ass, he wasn't going to argue.

Especially when Grimmjow moaned his name.

“C'mon, Kurosaki, fuck me. Put it in.”

Grimmjow removed his fingers, and spread his legs further, smiling that same psychotic grin, so pleased with himself. His every move and action was so that Ichigo would stop thinking, and lose control. He adored the brat, but he fucked him too gently usually, and this was the only way to get him to do it like he wanted.

Ichigo settled between Grimmjow's legs, raising them, and sliding into Grimmjow, both of them hissing at the tightness of his opening. It was almost too much, Ichigo seriously doubted that Grimmjow was stretched enough, but it was so hard to focus on right and wrong when Grimmjow was rolling his hips, doing the work for him.

“What is it, Kurosaki? Can't fuck me? Too scared to make me your bitch?”

Ichigo slammed in, thrusting hard, finally doing just as Grimmjow wanted. Grimmjow tossed his head back, and arched, allowing Ichigo to pleasure him, loving the feel of that heat and power. This was the hottest thing ever for him, and only Kurosaki could make him feel that way, make him hit that place where he drooled and whined, and could barely do anything but simply ride out the waves of blinding pleasure.

No one but his Ichigo.

Grimmjow stopped thinking of anything at that point, and simply felt, not coming back to his senses until he felt Ichigo's seed within him, and Ichigo collapsing against his larger body. For a bit, they both just laid there, incoherent and disoriented, and entirely sated. After a bit, Ichigo raised his head, and looked Grimmjow in the eyes.

“You're a mess.”

Grimmjow nodded.

“And we are both fucked up.”

Again, Grimmjow simply nodded.

“Do you have anything to say to this?”

Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo, and kissed him hard, scraping Ichigo's cheek with the remnants of his hollow's mask, before pulling away, leaving Ichigo breathless. Ichigo wondered what to he would say, some admission of love and adoration? A serious look into Grimmjow's soul and mind? What could it be? He waited patiently, and finally, his crazy Espada lover spoke.

“Yeah, I got something to say... Go make me something to eat. I'm the frail little bitch, remember? Take care of me, I've been ass fucked and am too fucking weak to move!”

Ichigo got up, and pelted Grimmjow with a pillow, before obeying, both of them laughing and happy, but what Ichigo missed as he walked away, was the real words to the comment, uttered by Grimmjow under his breath as he calmed.

“Yeah, we are fucked up... But I love your worthless ass anyway.”

It was funny, they could pretend and lie, but in the end, all was fair in love and war, especially when it meant a heart was guarded from being broken just a little longer.

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Meh...