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100 Theme Challenge 64 Style	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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82. Vore

Grimmjow groaned as this guy-Kevin or something-pinched his nipples harshly. Gods above he liked hard treatment, and the alcohol he was too young to consume was making it more blissful than it already was. All he could feel was the heat of Kevin's body to his front and the coldness of the wall at his back and the blood pounding in his standing erection as he freed it from his ripped denim jeans. Man this guy was a helluva kisser. Lips on his, hands all over his body, clothes falling to the floor, a light fog to his mind-this was what his rebellious thoughts lived for. There was nothing quite ilk rough, hasty, drunken submission.

Kevin bit Grimmjow's lip hard, and Grimmjow gasped and bucked like a wild stallion. Fuck, he loved the feeling of being eaten like this, feeling teeth slice into his skin, tasting his own blood, the shock of pain, fuck. Kevin bucked back, biting again, and Grimmjow whined, his eyes screwing shut. God, how much he wanted Kevin to just bite his fucking lip off, to chew on it, to swallow it, to digest it-but people didn't do that, and this was the closest he could get. His cock twitched heavily as Kevin ripped his teeth away, creating jagged wounds in his already bleeding lip; there was a gasp, a thump, and sudden coldness. Grimmjow opened his eyes.

He started. Standing there was the damn sexiest man he'd ever seen, muscle and pale and chiseled with pitch-black hair and the greenest eyes. How had he gotten there? Was Grimmjow really so drunk he hadn't noticed his approach? Why was Kevin on the ground? Somehow, the man seemed alien-his eyes were slitted, and half a horned helmet sat on his head. Those green eyes looked up from Kevin's motionless body and pierced Grimmjow through with an all-consuming stare. Grimmjow's breath caught.

"Who are you?" he asked. "What did you do to Kevin?" Those heavenly eyes gained calm interest, that lovely head tilting.

"You can see me?" he asked.

"Y-yes," Grimmjow said, suddenly shy in the face of such beauty. He cowed against the wall, something in his swimming brain saying this being was dangerous, but it drowned in beer seconds later. All he could think was how awed he was at this person.

"How interesting," the man said, taking a step towards him. "It has been several human centuries since I have found someone capable of seeing me. Was this person of any relation to you?" he asked, indicating the body on the ground.

"No," Grimmjow replied quickly. "He's just some guy I met at a bar."

"I see," the man said. "Well, I ate him. And now I will eat you."

Grimmjow gasped, his cock jumping wildly. Did this guy mean it? He ate Kevin? He ate him? Oh, gods. Just the idea of a person-ofhim-truly being eaten set him on fire. The man looked at the leaping appendage, missing a perfectly shaped brow and looking back into Grimmjow's lustful eyes. "Does that arouse you?" he asked critically, taking another step in. Grimmjow's skin tingled with the other man's energy. "Do you want me to eat you?"

"Yes," Grimmjow squeaked.

Those eyes raked over his body, which was tanned and well-built for someone his age, with his cock standing proud. Grimmjow felt that he was being examined, weighed for measure. The man looked back into his eyes, striding right up to him until their chests brushed. "You are not a virgin," the man stated. Grimmjow shook his blue head. "Good." The man's pale hand came up and pressed on the top of Grimmjow's head, and Grimmjow readily fell to his knees. The man's crotch was directly in front of his nose, and Grimmjow looked up at him desirously. Gods he wanted that cock the man looked down at him with a look in his eye like a dungeon master, that said that Grimmjow was trash almost below his notice; but at the same time, it was almost amused. This was a game.

"If you want it, you will have to make me hard," that deep voice sang. Grimmjow eagerly set to work, because he wanted it. He wanted this man to fuck him, then eat him. Devour him. So he nuzzled his cheek appeasingly into the limp bulge in front of him like a cat, rubbing against it in a way that was erotic but not inherently arousing in itself. It was really just for brownie points, because guys loved a good cockwhore. Then he licked it through the thin white fabric of the other man's hakama (strange how he was wearing hakama), reaching his hands into the slits at the sides to run his nails lightly down the back of the man's muscle thighs-a little-known but obvious erogenous zone- sucking at his sac until the fabric between them was soaked with saliva. He could feel the rod hardening all the time, and came to the conclusion that this man was huge. Big enough to break him apart if he wanted. Grimmjow shuddered.

Grimmjow pulled the erection out of the man's pants, giving it an almost loving look before kissing the head gently, tonguing the slit and stroking it with his hands. The skin was so soft, but the organ was growing in hardness every second. The man's face hadn't changed a millimeter, as if he did this all the time and Grimmjow wasn't doing anything special; well, Grimmjow would prove him wrong. He swallowed that cock whole. He practically inhaled it, deepthroating straight ff. And going down until his nose was crushed between his own face and the man's pubic hair. God, this thing was long. He couldn't breathe it was so far down in his throat, but he kind of liked it that way. It was thrilling. He started to quickly bob on it, making it slide around and occasionally going up enough to make the head pop in and out of his throat, giving himself a chance to breathe. The man's long, black-tipped fingers massaged the back of his head, letting him know he was doing satisfactorily.

He was just ready to do his signature tongue trick when the man harshly pulled him off and up, pushing him back against the wall and lifting him so he had to wrap his legs around the man's hips-before Grimmjow's hazy mind could comprehend the movement the man was inside him. Grimmjow gasped. Gods this guy was big, stretching him open, and the arch of the man's cock sent the head driving into Grimmjow's prostate. Grimmjow groaned.

Then the movement started, and Grimmjow cried out. Fuck, shit, that felt so good. Best sex he'd had yet. It was fast and rough right off the bat, their hips slapping together and the man's dick piercing Grimmjow straight through with every thrust. It was just so great. Grimmjow shouted again, his hands scrabbling at the other man's shoulders and head, when he received a bite to his trapezius. It was no normal bite-it wasn't even like the bites Kevin had given him. The moan's teeth were sharp like a predator's, pointed and honed, and they sliced through his skin and muscle like a hot knife through butter. The pain shot up his spine in such a glorious way, and he knew that the man had actually taken a bite out of him. He felt hot blood slide down his chest as the man swallowed. Grimmjow saw him gulp and his cock jumped. It was really happening-he was really being eaten.

The alcohol dulled much of the pain, but Grimmjow mewled nevertheless as the man bit again. He didn't rip this mouthful away, however, instead chewing leisurely on it while it was still attached. "Oh, yes!" Grimmjow shouted, pressing the man's head closer and thinking the man looked like a devil with blood covering his jowls. "Ah!" The man kicked up his pace a notch or fifty, and suddenly tapped into an inhuman speed. Grimmjow's eyes rolled into the back of his head; no one in the history of man had ever felt so good. A low, long vowel slipped out of Grimmjow's mouth, rising and falling with every thrust until it sounded like he was blowing into a fan. It only took seconds for him to burst that way, burst into fireworks in the most explosive orgasm he'd ever, ever had. The man came inside him, but he barely noticed.

It was intense, but it was fast. Grime's head rolled back as he came down from the high; before he could even realize what he had done, he was eaten.

The body fell limply to the ground next to the other one with a dull thud as Ulquiorra licked the salty blood from his lips. That boy had been delicious, likely because he'd had the ability to see him. Perhaps he would see him in Aizen's army someday-he certainly hoped so. He was quite an entertaining one, that boy.
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