Chichiri no da (chichirinoda) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-13 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: chichirinoda, f: bleach, july 13, p: grimmjow/ishida |
Cat and Quincy, Bleach (Grimmjow/Ishida)
Title: Cat and Quincy
Author: chichirinoda
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-con, but see the rating. Not graphic
Summary & Notes: Grimmjow has a new prey to stalk, and his name is Ishida Uryuu. Written for kinkfest, for the prompt: Bleach - Grimmjow/Ishida - hunting - "I like ‘em feisty."
Cats were nothing if not fickle, but when they'd decided to hunt something, nothing would distract them from the stalk until they'd completed the pounce and their new toy had either died or every bit of enjoyment had been wrung from their body.
Grimmjow hadn't much noticed his new prey when all of the annoying brats were running around Hueco Mundo, trying to rescue Inoue. Not until the very end, after he'd been defeated by Ichigo and had slunk back into his room to lick his wounds, did he hear about the Quincy Archer who was instrumental in defeating that asshole, Szayel.
Not long after that, he'd caught his first glimpse of the last remaining Quincy.
Ishida Uryuu was pretty, as well as powerful. That pissed him off.
Aizen was disappointed with him - what else was new? - and all of the Espada were pretty much laying low for the moment, recovering from their collective asskicking. Grimmjow had time on his hands. It wasn't too tough to open a portal and come into the real world.
He kept his reiatsu low and leashed, much as he hated to do it. You couldn't let it all hang out there when you were stalking, and if Ichigo or the other Shinigami sniffed him out and showed up it'd definitely ruin the party.
He watched the kid at school, while sitting in a tree with a screen of leaves between himself and his prey. All the kids were there, even the Shinigami girl, Rukia. Even Inoue. Even Ichigo.
Only a few seemed to sense that something was wrong. Grimmjow grinned as he watched Rukia compulsively check her little hollow-sensing machine eighty times in the course of an hour, but he was careful not to raise a blip. Ishida kept looking over his shoulder, once staring straight at him - or so Grimmjow thought for a second. But then he looked away and focussed on his schoolwork again.
No way he saw me, Grimmjow thought, shifting slightly on the treelimb to relieve a cramp. How long was the damn school day, anyway? The leaves are too thick, and he would have screamed bloody murder if he actually saw an Espada dangerously close to the herd.
Then finally school was over and there was a confusion of milling sheep and Shinigami walking this way and that, and Grimmjow had to stay low for a while, so he almost lost his prey. It didn't take long to pick up his trail though, and he ran along the rooftops in a race to catch up. He had gone in the opposite direction as the others, and was alone. Soon, he'd have his chance.
He was so focussed on the boy's trail that he missed it when it doubled back on itself. He paused for a moment when things got muddy, perched on the roof of a house and looking around for any sign of the kid.
"What do you want with me, Grimmjow?"
And of course said kid was right fucking behind him.
He turned and stuck his hands in his pockets, grinning at Ishida all casual-like.
Ishida had his bow out, pointed straight at his face. It sizzled and raised the hair on the back of Grimmjow's neck. An arrow of pure reiatsu. It was going to bring all the scavengers right to them. Goddamn Shinigami.
But for now, he had time to play.
"Who says I want anything to do with you, kid?" he asked, taking a step forward and pausing when Ishida raised the bow up another fraction of an inch and narrowed his eyes with threat. He sure was cute. Too pretty, but Grimmjow could appreciate pretty under the right circumstances.
"You've been watching me all day," Ishida said. Damn, so he had seen him. "If you want a fight, I'll give you one. Otherwise, tell me what you want, or go away and leave us all alone."
Grimmjow laughed. "If I was looking for a fight, you'd know it. You think I'd hide and sneak around if I wanted to kill ya?"
Ishida frowned and lowered his bow slightly. "Then what do you want?"
There it was. Grimmjow could be sneaky when he wanted to be - tell people what they wanted to hear, and you had them. Ishida's guard was going down, but he wasn't out of the fight yet. That was all right - he liked them better when they were feisty, not all passive and quiet like Inoue. She never interested him, but he was pretty sure Ishida would be way more fun.
"Come on. I wanna show you something," he said, starting to turn away. He'd follow. They always followed. That's what good guys were like - trusting and stupid. He'd follow just to find out what Grimmjow was planning, and when he found out it'd be too late.
And Ishida lowered his bow. "Where are we going?"
Grimmjow grinned, but didn't let Ishida see it. "You'll see when we get there."
He headed off towards the place he'd picked, and Ishida followed. Grimmjow could feel the tension coming off of him in waves. He was obviously still wary, and so he should be, but he followed anyway.
It was pretty far, but Ishida only grumbled a bit before they finally got to where they were going. Grimmjow didn't stop moving until he reached an open glade in the forest. Out of the city, and out of the way, it was the perfect place for a battle.
Ishida seemed to realize the same thing, though he didn't activate his bow right away as Grimmjow slowed to a stop. He was actually standing right next to him, looking around as if he expected something to pop out and attack them. Like they were allies now or something.
"Why did you bring me here?" he asked suspiciously. "What's in this place, Grimmjow?"
"Nothin' but you and me," Grimmjow said with a smirk. "Just the way I wanted it."
Too late, Ishida realized his mistake and raised his hand to draw his bow, but Grimmjow was too quick. He grabbed the kid by the back of the neck and tossed him into the nearest tree with enough force to break a couple of branches. Ishida slammed into it and dropped like a ragdoll.
Well, that probably knocked a bit of the fight out of him. All the better for Grimmjow.
He stalked forward and caught Ishida by the shoulder, turning him over onto his back. His head lolled, but he was already stirring. Tough guy, though not as tough as Ichigo. Grimmjow stripped off the little bracelet on his wrist and tossed it away. You couldn't be too careful.
Ishida woke up and started struggling a moment later, when Grimmjow was busy searching his clothes - and incidentally taking them off at the same time. "W-what the--hey!" he exclaimed, trying to sit up and throw Grimmjow off.
The arrancar yanked Ishida's shirt down over his arms and then twisted it around, pinning his arms fast. "Stop your squirming," he growled, straddling Ishida's legs to keep them still as the human kept on struggling.
The struggles didn't stop, though, and that was kind of nice. Grimmjow felt himself growing hard as Ishida squirmed and fought him, snarling like a trapped animal as Grimmjow just watched for a few moments.
He tied the shirt a bit tighter and then slipped his hands over Ishida's chest, which made him freeze up with shock. On impulse, he plucked the glasses from Ishida's face and threw them aside.
"Don't do that!" Ishida snapped.
"You're prettier without them," Grimmjow informed him, grinning wide as he leaned down over him. Ishida suddenly looked like he wanted to sink into the grass, a flush coming to his too-pale cheeks.
"You have got to be kidding me," Ishida said softly. "You came all the way here for this? I thought you wanted to fight me."
"Fighting and fucking," Grimmjow said, bending down and giving Ishida's jaw line a nip. "Pretty much the same thing."
Ishida turned his head away, his eyes afire with rage. "Then let me up so we can fight," he said coldly.
"Nuh uh," Grimmjow said.
Ishida looked up at him, pure loathing in his eyes. His mouth was formed into a cold, hard line.
"Aww," Grimmjow murmured, leaning down and nuzzling at Ishida's lips with his own. "Don't look at me like that."
If someone had asked him why he cared, he probably would have gutted them with one swipe of his hand. It wasn't that he cared, but hey, he was being nice! Ishida didn't need to act like the world was ending if he whipped it out and gave him a friendly poke.
"Like what?" Ishida growled. Talking forced him to open his mouth, and Grimmjow took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and give him a proper kiss.
Ishida bit him.
"Yowch!" Grimmjow jerked his head upwards and tasted blood. He threw his head back, laughing, while Ishida glared daggers at him.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Grimmjow said with a smirk, looking down at the tasty morsel beneath him. "Don't go all wounded and passive. I know you're better than that."
"So you want me to fight you," Ishida said, rolling his eyes. "And you expect me to care what you want, why?"
"Doesn't really matter if you care or not, does it?" Grimmjow said, bracing his hands on either side of Ishida's shoulders and looking down at the young man with a hungry expression. "You'll fight me. I know you will."
Ishida's eyes widened, and he saw the truth in it. His pride wouldn't let him do anything else, after all. That famous Quincy pride.
"This is bullshit," Ishida growled. "Someone will notice, and come rescue me, or you'll make a mistake. Then I'll kill you. Don't think I won't."
"No one'll notice," Grimmjow said smugly. "You followed me all the way out here without making a peep. No one'll even miss you until tomorrow. And I won't let you get away."
"Tomorrow?" Ishida murmured, his eyes sliding away for a moment. Grimmjow smelled fear and felt his body's tension heighten another notch.
"Don't worry," he purred, bending to nip at Ishida's throat. "If you're good, you'll be alive and well and at school tomorrow." He flickered his tongue against the nape of Ishida's neck and ran his hands down his bare chest. His fingers tweaked a nipple.
"I-I thought you didn't want me to be good," Ishida said, squirming again. "So what happens if I'm not good?"
Grimmjow laughed softly and rewarded the kid with another bite. He caught on quick. "You'll be alive and not-so-well...and at school tomorrow," he said.
There was a short silence while Ishida probably absorbed that. "So you're saying you really did just come all the way to the real world, and brought me out here, just to fuck me," he said softly. "You're not even going to kill me."
"Well, not unless you really piss me off," Grimmjow said. He worked his way downwards a bit, putting a hand around Ishida's throat - but not too hard - to keep him from moving. He could feel the kid's frantic pulsepoint, fluttering against his thumb. He was so alive.
"I guess I'll try not to do that," Ishida growled.
He was still squirming with every move Grimmjow made, but with his arms bound by his shirt and Grimmjow's hand at his throat, there was no way he could do much to get away. Grimmjow took his time feasting on his flat stomach. No hole here, just a funny dimple thing that made Ishida gasp when he flickered his tongue into it.
Humans were so weird. What was the point of that thing, anyway?
He had to let go of Ishida's neck to get his pants, but it wouldn't be a moment. He glanced up with a smirk as he unbuttoned Ishida's pants, and the boy just glared at him tiredly. Maybe he'd figured out that fighting wasn't going to get him anywhere, which was a bit of a shame, but Grimmjow was so hard he didn't really mind if Ishida didn't fight again. He'd get what he wanted, either way.
Then Ishida moved. He threw out an arm and grabbed something up from the grass, and even as Grimmjow made a swipe for him, his neckhairs stood on end as reiatsu flared. Suddenly Grimmjow was staring down an arrow that left afterimages on his retinae, and he leaped backwards an instant before he would have swallowed three of them. They buried themselves in the ground.
"Hey, you can't move!" he exclaimed as Ishida got to his feet and shook himself, the shirt falling uselessly to the ground. Now Grimmjow saw that it was in two pieces, the sleeve seam neatly unravelled.
"I made this shirt," Ishida said archly. "Do you really think I can't take it apart?"
Grimmjow's grin was maniacally wide. "Now this is what I'm talking about!"
He lifted a hand, a red glow forming in his palm. Run, little Quincy, he thought.
Ishida's eyes narrowed, then widened as the red glow grew larger. He fired off a flurry of arrows, but his heart wasn't in it. As the giant explosion of reiatsu flattened trees in a line extending out from Grimmjow's body, the Quincy turned and raced off into the woods.
If anything Grimmjow's grin widened even further, and he darted off after him. Now the real hunt would begin!