Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Intermediation ( Chapter 105 )

Title: Intermediation

Pairings: Grimmjow/Ichigo/Ulquiorra

Rating: M

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. Pretty much PWP.

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Description: Ichigo never thought that being caught in the middle of two dangerous Espada would have its benefits.

 

Dedication: To BittSweetMiss. who wanted an GrimmIchiUlquithat wasn't rape. Enjoy!

 

 

It was times like these that Ichigo wondered how he'd gotten into this mess. To be involved in a relationship with not just one but two Espada was really pushing it. And not only that, they were fighting over him, for lack of a better word.

 

Or perhaps it would be too strong of a phrase to use since Ulquiorra was above physical confrontation over any being that wasn't his precious Aizen-sama. Though Grimmjow goaded him quite often, he never riled as easily as his counterpart wanted. Which in retrospect meant they weren't really fighting over him as much as they were fighting through him because Grimmjow would use any and all reasons to pick a fight with Ulquiorra. It never mattered that the fourth Espada could wipe the floor with him. Ichigo thought that Grimmjow was secretly masochistic.

 

And honestly, Ichigo couldn't really remember how it all had started. He was pretty certain that he had Ulquiorra to blame in the beginning. And whatever Ulquiorra had, Grimmjow wanted, which dragged the sixth Espada into it completely without Ichigo's consent.

 

He remembered that it had been a tugging game for awhile with both trying to woo him - again, for lack of a better word - in their own special way. Which meant that Grimmjow picked a fight with him no matter how often he lost, and Ulquiorra was mildly less disdainful. Ichigo had actually been upgraded from “trash” to “somewhat useful creature” to “Aizen's chosen apprentice.” Really, it was an improvement.

 

Still, it didn't explain how he had gotten here for the nth time in the past month and at the tender and sexual mercies of two of Aizen's most dangerous associates. And the most disturbing thing was he didn't seem to mind. No Ichigo appeared perfectly comfortable in his position. Naked, sweaty, and trapped between two deadly foes, perched on the edge of ecstasy.

 

He watched with half-lidded eyes as pale fingers, capped with black, traced down the front of his bare chest, sliding slickly through a sheen of sweat. A shiver accompanied the touch, and he sighed, body flexing and straining for attention. The hint of a smirk curled on Ulquiorra's lips, and Ichigo just knew that he was inwardly reveling in how much he could tease the teenager before he just broke and begged.

 

And then, a mouth clamped on the back of his shoulder, sucking hard and leaving a bruise. Teeth were added with just the slightest edge of pain, causing Ichigo to shudder. Grimmjow didn't like to be ignored. And especially not for the attention to be diverted to Ulquiorra.

 

Ichigo titled his head to the side, granting Grimmjow more access as those slightly-fanged teeth left impressions in his skin. Grimmjow's hands slid down his side, a rough touch peppered with calluses, until they gripped Ichigo's hips. He held on with just enough strength to make the Vizard feel like he couldn't get away. Even though he knew he could easily break Grimmjow's hold and kick ass if he needed. He just didn't feel like it. Not when Grimmjow rolled his hips just like that and hit the place inside of him that sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body.

 

Cool lips covered his mouth, tongue teasing at the seam of his lips before diving inside. Ichigo wrestled with the invader for several moments, enjoying the slippery slide of their tongues. Only to allow Ulquiorra to control the kiss, going as deep or as teasing as he liked. For all his stoic, don't-touch-me behavior, the Espada knew how to kiss. And Ichigo was damned if he knew why.

 

One hand slid down his chest, dragged fingers through the coarse orange hair, and then traced the straining lines of his arousal. Fingers teased at the seeping tip, and the pad of his thumb brushed over the side. Fucking tease. Ichigo's hips surged forward, demanding something a bit more substantial. But Ulquiorra only drew back, taking his lips with him and leaving Ichigo thrusting forward into empty air.

 

There was a chuckle behind him, Grimmjow laughing at his expense. That was the only time he approved of Ulquiorra, when the fourth Espada made Ichigo want and didn't follow through. His hot, hungry mouth wandered from the meat of Ichigo's shoulder to the side of his neck, a spot that never failed to heighten the teen's arousal.

 

His hands clenched where they were locked behind his back, tied loosely together by the obi to his shihakushou. He could break free if he wanted, just a simple tug and surge of reiatsu was all it would take. Only, Ichigo didn't… because if he didn't come in the next twenty minutes he was going to die. They always did this, pushing him to the brink and taking their time in letting him fall.

 

Che, bastards.

 

Grimmjow suddenly thrust into him, sliding deep and hot, and Ichigo moaned aloud, unable to keep the sound locked inside his chest where it belonged. His muscles clenched around Grimmjow's shaft invitingly. The rhythm was maddening, a pace designed to arouse but not grant any relief.

 

Not to be outdone, a coolly wet-warm mouth descended to his bare nipple. Teeth grazed the pert flesh and tugged. Ichigo gasped, arousal flooding a heavy fire in his belly. His head hung forward, surrendering to the desires racing through him. Cool fingers flicked over his other nipple, heightening the pleasure.

 

Behind him, Grimmjow cursed and muttered something that was clearly an insult to Ulquiorra's looks or abilities. His fingers clamped down tightly on Ichigo's hips hard enough to leave a bruise, which Ichigo was quite used to carrying around on his body, and slammed into him. He pushed with deep, penetrating jabs. Ichigo's shoulders strained as his body threatened to topple forward, and the pleasure shot like rapid staccato through his veins.

 

Breathing harsh and ragged, he gradually shifted his hips to accept more of the filling thrusts. His body felt on a pin's edge, tipping towards the precipice. And Ulquiorra's mouth wasn't helping.

 

The lips left his nipple, and Ichigo peeled open eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, looking down hazily as Ulquiorra lowered his mouth. A helpless groan escaped Ichigo as he realized the other Espada's destination. Sure enough, he watched as those delicate and deceptively-frail fingers wrapped around his shaft, and Ulquiorra's open mouth breathed a wash of warmish air over him.

 

His hips jerked forward, eagerly seeking Ulquiorra's mouth. But Grimmjow's grip on his hips kept him firmly in place. The sixth Espada muttered an encouragement under his breath, his own breathing becoming ragged and harsh. He was getting just as aroused by the situation as the teen caught between two Arrancar. A graze of fangs and tongue slid across the back of Ichigo's neck, just to make sure he didn't forget Grimmjow was there.

 

And he very nearly did when Ulquiorra finally took Ichigo into his mouth. At that point, Ichigo had to close his eyes. Every time he looked down, he would see himself disappearing into Ulquiorra's mouth. He would see those pale lips wrap around him and watch Ulquiorra's throat flex around his length. And it always made him lose control.

 

Always. Which never failed to piss Grimmjow off. So he closed his eyes and fought the urge to thrust forward and shove backwards, caught between two blazes of pleasure.

 

A growl of acceptance vibrated in Grimmjow's throat, and he upped his rhythm, thrusts sliding deeper and hotter with each shift of his hips. Ichigo could feel the press of Grimmjow's bare chest against his back and also the dual sensation of the slickness of Grimmjow's hakama beneath his naked thighs.

 

He wondered why he was the only one ever completely nude for these encounters. Down to his tabi, not a scrap of cloth on his frame. Grimmjow usually left hakama on, though he kicked off his waraji. And Ulquiorra rarely disrobed anything, as though it were some great weakness to reveal a scrap of that ivory skin. Ichigo, however, was left entirely bare, exposed to their wants and desires. He couldn't find it in him to protest, however.

 

Ichigo shuddered as Ulquiorra's tongue curled around his shaft, and the Espada began to suck with skill he never thought that Ulquiorra would have possessed. Grimmjow responded, never one to let Ulquiorra have all the fun, and released one hold of Ichigo's hip. The free hand slid upwards, grabbed Ichigo's chin, and turned the teen's lips towards the sixth Espada.

 

Grimmjow kissed like he did everything else, aggressively and with full intent to take over. It was ruthless, and it was hard, lips devouring and fangs scraping, but it always made Ichigo hot. He was panting, body twisting between them as it warred between thrusting forwards and pushing backwards, to take more of Grimmjow inside of him.

 

He felt and heard Grimmjow snicker against his lips, a chuckle of pride, as Grimmjow's other hand tightened its grip. Fingers dug into his hip, adding a slight edge of pain. And then, Ulquiorra took him deeper, until the head of his cock was hitting the back of the Arrancar's throat.

 

A rumble of pleasure started in Ichigo's chest as his mind went white-hot with the feeling. He returned Grimmjow's kiss with the same intensity and let go of his control, giving himself over to their touches. Limbs trembling and shaking from the effort, his entire body went taut as he climaxed, spilling himself deep inside Ulquiorra's mouth. Those lips tightened around him, riding out every last tremor, as Grimmjow growled in pleasure for the clenching of his inner muscles.

 

Utterly spent, Ichigo sagged back against Grimmjow, though the Espada continued to thrust into him. Grimmjow ended the kiss with a smirk, leaving Ichigo's own lips reddened and bruised. In front of him, Ulquiorra oh-so-casually turned his head to the side and spat, never one for swallowing anything. Ichigo barely noticed, his entire body thrumming with pleasure.

 

He peeled open his eyes and watched as Ulquiorra rose to his feet, efficiently parting his hakama and drawing his slender, hard erection from within. The pale column was reddening from the effort of holding himself back, clear fluid beading at the tip. Ichigo knew without him having to ask, just what Ulquiorra wanted. Grimmjow muttered some kind of encouragement behind him, his breathing growing increasingly ragged. His hand dropped from Ichigo's chin to hurriedly undo the obi wrapped around Ichigo's wrists.

 

Hands now free, Ichigo reached up and clasped onto Ulquiorra's hips. He looked up, brown eyes meeting impassive green, before taking Ulquiorra into his mouth. He had vowed he would one day force Ulquiorra to make some sort of noise.

 

Curses spilled from Grimmjow's lips, encouragements and agreements of desire. Both hands gripped Ichigo's hips as he concentrated on seeking his own release, pounding into the teen without mercy. Ichigo could taste Ulquiorra on his tongue, the fourth Espada already on the brink. He palmed the other man's scrotum through the fabric of his hakama, proud of the harsh intake of breath the touch caused.

 

Ichigo could feel the throbbing on his shoulder and neck where Grimmjow had bitten him. He could feel Grimmjow still moving inside of him, and the feel of his lips wrapped around Ulquiorra threatened to arouse him again. But he was also bone-tired, sweat wet-sticky against his skin. Having sex with two Espada would drain anyone, and he didn't have boundless energy.

 

He swallowed Ulquiorra, forcing the Espada's cock inside his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it. He could feel Ulquiorra's pulse against him, a strange thing for an Arrancar to have, or so he had always thought. And he could taste Ulquiorra on his tongue, sharp and bitter. It wasn't exactly tasty, but he didn't stop either. It was a flavor he had grown used to.

 

A pale hand settled on his head, clamping down his hair. A non-verbal cue that Ulquiorra was getting close. He could hear the faint raggedness of the fourth Espada's breathing. And then, Ulquiorra was thrusting into his mouth, hips rocking in and out with a desperate desire for release.

 

Grimmjow shifted position, leaning forward just slightly and pushing himself deeper inside Ichigo if that were at all possible. He locked his mouth on the back of Ichigo's shoulder, teeth digging into bronzed flesh and pistoned his hips forward. Muttered obscenities were a constant litany in the background, joining the wet slap of skin on skin and the obscene noises of Ichigo's mouth on Ulquiorra.

 

And the fingers tightened in his hair, threatening to pull some from his scalp. It was all the warning Ichigo received before Ulquiorra climaxed into his mouth, a hot rush of bitter seed. It spilled across his tongue, some sliding down his throat before he could stop it. A sound, a faint growl of enjoyment clawed its way out of Ulquiorra's chest and into the room, and Ichigo reveled in it.

 

Fingers tightened on his hip, and Grimmjow's mouth clamped down on his shoulder, the Espada surging into him with a harsh thrust that took Ichigo by surprise. He flailed for a grip on Ulquiorra's hip, accidentally swallowing the load in his mouth as Grimmjow roared, spilling his release inside Ichigo with a shudder. He could feel the wet rush of fluid and just knew there were going to be hand-shaped bruises on his hips.

 

He let Ulquiorra slip from his mouth and slumped back against Grimmjow, the Espada clamping tight to him as the last tremors rocked his body. He let Grimmjow enjoy the final stirrings of his release before jerking out of the Espada's immediate hold.

 

“You bastard!” Ichigo growled, jabbing an elbow into Grimmjow and trying to twist around to punch him. His other hand scrubbed angrily over his lips. “You made me swallow!”

 

The Espada merely grinned with pride as he rubbed his spent cock against Ichigo's anus, delighting in the trickle of fluid that came with the motion. “So what, Kurosaki?” he countered. “Angry yer just a cocksucker?”

 

Ichigo twisted his jaw and then drove his elbow harder, managing to grind it just above the hole where Grimmjow's soul chain had been. A sensitive spot. Grimmjow, however, merely grunted and absorbed the blow. Masochistic bastard.

 

His hand whipped forward, grabbing Ichigo's chin and kissing him again. Deeply, tongue forcing its way past Ichigo's lips and flicking all around the inside of his mouth. Taking both Ichigo's taste and the remnants of Ulquiorra's release. Damn Grimmjow was the only swallower of the three of them and couldn't understand why they wouldn't. Bastard.

 

Ichigo felt the hard press of the remnant of Grimmjow's Hollow mask against his jaw. Lost in Grimmjow's lips, Ichigo barely registered as Ulquiorra rose to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants with efficient movements. His impassive gaze swept over the other two, only a flicker of arousal glinting in their depths followed by something almost possessive. But that flicker was still more than had been there before, and Ichigo felt rather proud for making the icy Arrancar feel anything.

 

Too tired to put up more of a fight, Ichigo slumped against Grimmjow and easily ignored the triumph splitting the sixth Espada's face. Wrapping arms around him possessively, Grimmjow threw himself backwards on the bed and refused to loose his hold. Ichigo called it what it was. Cuddling. But Grimmjow preferred to say it was preventing him from escape. Never mind that he never actually tried to do that. Grimmjow just didn't want to admit that he enjoyed the warmth of another as he slept. Nor would he ever admit that he liked to trace his fingers over Ichigo's skin in his sleep.

 

Ichigo allowed Grimmjow to wrestle him around like some toy, only because he could kick the Espada's ass if necessary. Besides, the bed was comfortable even if Grimmjow's sweat-sticky skin against his wasn't quite. Ulquiorra smirked down at them, amused by Grimmjow's actions and prompting the blue-haired Espada to growl possessively. Rather like a cat.

 

Ichigo could feel the rumble against his back.

 

Ulquiorra still had the last word, however, swooping down and catching Ichigo in a deep kiss before the teenager fell asleep. That action never failed to piss Grimmjow off, the sixth Espada spitting something offensive in Ulquiorra's direction. It didn't even faze the other Arrancar, who simply ended the kiss with an almost claiming nip of teeth to Ichigo's lips, green eyes impossibly large.

 

And then, Ichigo was being jerked back into Grimmjow's hold with a snarl. Ulquiorra lips twitched in amusement before he turned and left, closing the door behind him and leaving Grimmjow to his cuddling. Or maybe it was just misnamed possession, the blue-haired Espada not wanting anyone else to lay hands on what he was trying to claim as his. Never mind that Ulquiorra had left his own sort of claim as well.

 

Again, Ichigo wondered how it had come to this, his body slowly returning to its usual beat as semen cooled stickily between his thighs. That would be a mess when he woke later, but Grimmjow couldn't resist sliding his fingers through the remains and leaving trails of release across Ichigo's skin. Like some sort of predator marking its prey.

 

Che.

 

With a snort, Ichigo let the pull of fatigue drag him into sleep. It was a waste of time to wonder anyway.

 

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