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「✗」8/Ate
“Kept me waiting long enough--you finally fuckin’ ready dipshit?” Cerulean glinted wickedly just before Grimmjow form blurred in sonido. Starting a dangerous dance with Ichigo, he seemingly kept going for the shinigami’s back with hands that grew black and clawed, but nothing so fast that couldn’t be countered. White flashed with the grin that stole across his face, though eyes remained narrowed rather than blown wide and elated. Focused. Why quickly became apparent, and it was too wild a move to see coming.
Grimmjow maneuvered behind the redhead again, claws bared and lunging as he tore through the air. But suddenly he disappeared in a burst of speed, sonido carrying him to Ichigo’s front too close, much too close--Zangetsu made useless by the proximity. Hands like steel gripped the other man’s biceps as that grinning mouth darted in to bite. Teeth too sharp to be human sank into the exposed skin of Ichigo’s neck, blood springing from rent flesh in rivulets. He bit down harder, taking a bare moment to relish in the feeling before the shock wore off. Then, relinquishing his grasp, the jaguar leapt back, looking like the cat that got the cream.
“Or how about now?” Sure he could’ve had a bit more fun, but he’d enjoy gloating more without broken ribs.There was a rumble in his throat as he licked lips, wiping at the rest of mess with the back of his hand so he could lick it up too. His eyes were positively alight with smug depravity. “You taste fuckin’ good Kurosaki.”
