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blacksuntheprotector replied to your post: Yo… feliz cumpleaños, idiota!
Of course you, idiot. Jerk. Asshole. ( >__>)
If ya want my dick ya just gotta ask, Kurosaki.
Excuse me? I didn't say nor imply anything like that.
Except you want some birthday present.
Don't think you can run away.
"Ya take it up the ass; yer a faggot."
The Sexta bluntly murmured, still facing away from the teenage boy that was sitting on the floor. He didn’t consider Ichigo a threat, and hearing those questions— that tone of voice that confirmed that Grimmjow’s emotional manipulation worked— made the Sexta secretly grin. Ichigo was under his influence now.
He could do with him whatever he wanted.
Finally, Grimmjow turned around, blue eyes falling on orange locks and descending down that freckled face to settle on his neck. There were bruises already forming on Ichigo’s way too human neck, bruises that would perfectly fit Grimmjow’s fingers and palm. Heh. Ichigo would have to do a lot of explaining later.
"I was mad." He answered both Ichigo’s questions at the same time. “Then I realized I was just horny."
"Been for a while. Come up here, Kurosaki. I ain’t done with you."
Ichigo glared at him again. Though it was the fact, he didn't like to be reminded like that about his role in their sick relationship. But he quickly shrugged that off. It wasn't worth to be debated.
Though hearing Grimmjow's answer, the tint pink on his cheeks turned red. His brown eyes went wide, surprised yet excited. Realizing that, he quickly turned his face away.
"Weren't you always like that, jerk!" His heart suddenly beats really fast, he couldn't calm himself.
When was the last time he felt something like this?
"I shouldn't be surprised that you will never change!" He continued his blabber. "Here I thought you don't even care about me anymore!" He couldn't stop his mouth. His heart raced faster and faster, it felt like it was going to explode.
"You're a dickhead like always!"
It wasn't like Ichigo wanted Grimmjow to change. He liked the surprises from the Arrancar. Only some sentences coming from his mouth with husky voice that tickled his ear and stomach. That smirk, that face, and hair...
"...!"
Now the teen just realized, he has been staring up at the older man. He has been checking him up.
What the fuck?
Blue eyes glanced towards the question he had just been asked. He had turned his body away from the squirming Shinigami, his hands safely tucked in the side openings of his hakama, a posture that was everything but tense— Grimmjow didn’t consider the orange-haired human a threat. Not in the state he was now, both physical and emotional.
Because he knew Ichigo was attached to him. Even he could be more than just attached. And that was good. He had Ichigo right where he wanted to: perfect to manipulate at his will.
Human emotions were fucking pathetic.
Though, that question rather surprised the Sexta. He wasn’t used to hear Ichigo voicing his concern or his feelings towards the panther, but every time it happened, it made the corner of his mouth tug into a slight smirk.
"Heh, knew ya were a fucking faggot. Worrying about me, Kurosaki?" As if you gave a fuck.
"How the fuck do you think I am, hm?"
"Fuck you asshole. I'm not a faggot!" the teen glared at Grimmjow. He knew it was wrong to show a bit concern to him but what the hell does he care. He just wanted to say something.
"I thought you were mad." He mumbled.
Ichigo stares down at the white floor, slight pink on his cheeks. Well now he hated how he became awkward, didn't know what to do or say. For sure, he didn't want to pick a fight with Grimmjow now.
Maybe he wanted to touch the Sexta.
Or just stay close to each other (without the Sexta staring at him if possible).
Or maybe a hug sounds nice, though he knew not for the Sexta.
"Well?? How have you been without me?"
*slaps ass* "oops. my hand slipped.' *winks* "be a dear, pass it on."
What the fuck
HOLD IT YOU ASS--!
blacksuntheprotector:
"…You’re pathetic, Kurosaki."
Grimmjow murmured those words through smirking lips. But he didn’t sound or looked amused. That grin was more of a reaction of his tense muscles than of excitement. The Sexta felt the muscles of Ichigo’s throat twitching and tensing under his palm, he felt the struggle to breath that he was forcing the teen into. He could count every second of life he was taking from Kurosaki through that glare that pierced him, provoking his anger.
All he had to do was twist his wrist, and Kurosaki would be gone. As easy as that.
But that would be way too easy. Grimmjow could be the most destructive Espada, and his grudge against the orange-haired Shinigami was almost toxic, but he knew Ichigo was something else than just a prey to him. He was a warrior. He deserved to die in a fucking fight. He deserved to die in a fight with Grimmjow.
So, finally, and closer to seeing the life slip out of the teen’s eyes, the Sexta’s hand opened, dropping the Shinigami. He took a step back, leaving him space to collapse on and recover.
"Missed me?"
Ichigo slumped down against the wall, coughing as air filling his lungs back. He glared at the the older man, damn Arrancar seemed having fun.
"Missed me?"
Slight pink colored his cheeks at the simple question.
Dammit of course I missed you, dumbass!
Ichigo turned his face away, still holding his neck. It wasn't that hurt anymore. "I thought it was obvious." He just sat there, leaning to the cold wall. He never liked the situation when he didn't know what to do. Here was the sky-blue haired bastard, smirking down at him. He had no idea how he missed that. Though of course he was too prideful to show it.
"H-how are you?" he glanced at Grimmjow, grimaced at his own stupid, too plain question.
I'm back I guess...
06152013 | ansfair [pixiv] http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=36636205
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Finally I’ve finished these! It took a long time because I wanted to submit both together. I was having hard time to draw Ichigo and Grimmjow since I rarely draw them lately orz and Idk why it’s hard for me to insert the link orz orz
Totally broke my kokoro on the process, Teikou arc being super AoKuro from fluff to angst and GRIMMJOW IS STILL NOT FULLY SHOWN. *flips everything*
So happy (super late) Teikou!AoKuro and GrimmIchi Day 2013!
らくがき
Grimmjow, Ichigo by A
GrimmIchi (again) by x
Broken ~ Bleach Mega-Edit (6/7) - GrimmIchi Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 [lyrics from Depeche Mode; art by Tite Kubo]
ろぐとグッズお知らせ
happy birthday ichigo
Bleach Vol. 32 Ch. 286:
"Enough...Grimmjow."
Bleach Vol. 32 Ch. 286:
"I don't know anything about you being a king or whatever. But just beating up everyone who annoys you. And becoming a king by yourself. Where the hell's the fun in that?!"
“Keh—”
A smirk suddenly appeared on the Sexta’s face. It was a strange gesture considering his insides were boiling with rage at the sight of the long lost Kurosaki.
His hand slipped up Ichigo’s chest, closing around his throat and forcing the back of the orange-haired substitute’s head to bump against the wall. He might be applying too much pressure to the Shinigami’s trachea, but he didn’t give a crap. Kurosaki was too strong for it to be a problem.
“Make me feel better?” The hollow repeated. He stared at the teen and that smirk didn’t reach his eyes. Nails dug into Ichigo’s flesh, as if he intended to rip the kid’s throat out.
“Did you forget WHO I AM?”
Ichigo failed to notice the smirk on Grimmjow's face nor his large hand that suddenly preventing the teen from breathing and beat him against the wall. For a moment it was daze until his hands found the others arm, trying to get free from the deadly strangle.
He started to get difficulties to breathe, his sight became a bit hazy though he still could hear Grimmjow's words--which he couldn't answer.
He did not like this at all. He wasn't that weak. He didn't like to lower himself, begging for Grimmjow's mercy despite the problem.
So he glared, like he always did. It was his natural habit, the instinct to not give up. He coughed as it became harder for him to breathe. But his grip tighten even more around the Sexta's arm. One of his hand moved away to grab Grimmjow's hand that strangling him, trying to get it away and free his throat.
