shouting ; bleach ; grimmjow/ichigo
Author: alicefactor
Title: shouting
Rating: NC17
Pairing: grimmjow/ichigo
Warnings: UNBETAD, fluff, smut, pretty ooc
Summary: [AU] Grimmjow is in love with Ichigo, an erotic dancer at the night club 'Espada'. Set to the the lyrics in italics of 1901 by Phoenix.
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach, or 1901. I interpreted the lyrics about a relationship, and stole some of the lines, not mine! song here!
"It's twenty seconds till the last call," Aizen tapped his wristwatch, he was a very prominent club owner, and his prize dancer was late.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the act you've all been waiting for. Watch em moving in elliptical patterns..." the introduction was cut off.
At that moment a stunning red headed male in a slinky women's dress (too short) and heels (too high) emerged. His fair skin looked pale against the harsh lighting and his suave legs glided by. Ichigo grabbed the pole, licking it. You're going hey hey hey hey hey hey, He thought to himself watching the mob of faceless men cheer him on.
"And I'll be anything you ask and more..." Ichigo hinted to a familiar blue haired customer in the crowd.
"Lie down you know it's easy," Grimmjow taunted back in the erotic dancers ear before watching that pert ass of his get back to the pole.
While his hips were swinging and his eyes closed as he crawled across the platform all he could think was 'Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it', put the money in his thong or the bust of his dress. He even felt someone cop a feel.
"No I wouldn't let you think so, hands off." Aizen shouted at the man, "Pay more and we'll talk." He said but the man was again eye-glued to Kurosaki Ichigo, or 'Strawberry' as he was known at the club. The shouting and grotesque sounds didn't bother him; he focused on the music, his hair damp with sweat. He wrapped his legs around the pole and arched his back, causing the crowd to riot. He smirked and got down before putting that metal rod to his back grinding on it, feeling it up and down making even the hardass Renji, club bouncer, blush.
He crawled along the perimeter of the stage surrounding the stripper pole. He loved the feeling of a crisp twenty being pressed against his cock. Stopping to make a few high payers feel special he finally got up and strutted off the stage, the crowd crying for an encore. He first took all the money from his outfit and put it away, he'd count later. Then looked at Aizen, he ran the place.
"Hey Strawberry, get out there I'll pay you double for tonight and you can keep the tips. Unless think it's overrated?"
"Alright, pay me now though." He demanded getting is money and putting it away before going to clean up. He had a visitor, Grimmjow.
"For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out, you got some crowd out there," The teal haired man said grabbing Ichigo into a kiss, and was kissed back.
"Shut up Grimm, I'm gonna change then go back out, Kira's just a place holder." He said referring to the new blonde, he was the shy type. Ichigo changed into a red corset and black skirt, short, with some red heels. It was always a big money maker. He redid his hair, messing it up a little. "If you want something you better make it quick."
"Got time for a blow?" The company asked grabbing the dancer from behind licking the shell of Ichigo's ear.
"As long as you-" Grimm handed him a few bills and Ichigo got to his knees. Grimmjow just lifted him up and pulled the red head towards him into a kiss, their tongues playing. "Fuck Grimmjow I gotta-" He was cut off again by a kiss moaning just a little as the customer kneaded his ass a little. He was released from the kiss and gasped for air. "Past and present they don't matter, see you after my shift, I can pay you then." He said kissing Grimmjow. Part of him knew that his favorite customer was going to leave again before he could repay his debt.
"What you say is way too complicated," The man said leaving. He never stayed after the first dance, but he found himself hovering by the bar grabbing a heavy liquor on the rocks, he could never have Ichigo; he was forever the erotic dancer, unattainable. He'd always found the kisses and shared moments with the entertainer more valuable than the sexual favors. For now, however the time he spent with the guy was valued, even in the middle of a gay strip club called 'Espada'. Watching the unattainable weasel his way around the stage again, livening up his act to the new racy number. He knew Ichigo's shift was going to be over soon, he decided for once he'd wait.
After Ichigo exited the stage he again packed his money away and then got changed, into a very plain set of jeans and red tshirt, with some regular old shoes. On his way out he spotted a flicker of blue in the crowd. He brushed it off, Grimmjow never stayed after his first performance, even if he paid for something. He knew very little about the guy, yet so much. The erotic dancer knew that Grimmjow liked cuddling after sex, he liked decaf coffee in the morning with two cubes of sugar, he knew Grimmjow liked when Ichigo was even wearing things less erotic. He knew that Grimmjow worked well, at what he didn't know, but he made money the acceptable way. He knew Grimmjow liked when Ichigo licked his collarbone and traced his tongue along the strong jawline. The little things someone of his career would know about a loyal customer. He wasn't in love with the guy, but he did hold some kind of undefined feelings towards Grimmjow. Leaning against the building he sighed taking in the fresh air before someone snuck up beside him.
"Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend is drifting away," the bartender had told Grimmjow pointing to the ginger leaving the club out the back door.
Grimmjow chased the other outside deciding to sneak up on Ichigo and surprise him, like one would a significant other. He clasped his hands over the brown eyes of the dancer. "Guess who."
Ichigo turned around and pressed his lips to Grimmjow's. "Bastard, you never stay after my-" kiss, "first-" kiss, "performance." He said smiling, though he had no reason why. He took the crisp hundred as Grimmjow started to walk them to his Panther, a sleek black car with a few personal teal touches.
"Spend the night." He offered, regardless if Ichigo said yes or no the money was his, he always wondered if giving money to him would help. Maybe he'd only keep dancing until he hit a certain amount, he didn't know. He pressed the familiar body against the passenger car door. "Come home with me,"
"Okay." The answer slid right off his tongue.
When they arrived at Grimmjow's apartment Ichigo didn't need to blink as he walked backwards up the stairs and grabbed the keys from the larger male's front pocket opening the door. He clung to his partner as the paying customer carried Ichigo to the bed backwards piggyback style. He set his lover down on the bed and took off his shirt, unbuttoning his pants and he leaned back over his service's frame kissing down his neck as they slowly undressed. Once they were both stark naked Grimmjow grabbed some lube off the nightstand and slicked them both up. He slid into Ichigo pausing once he was all the way in, paralyzed by the feeling.
Grimm wasn't the only one. Ichigo could feel the familiar object move against his prostate and he moaned. There was never really any pain, unless they wanted there to be, but tonight Ichigo could tell would he a slow and gentle night. Slow and steady, several times. Crying out wontonly as he felt the cock inside him move out then push back in, slow and savory. He pulled Grimmjow down for a kiss as he removed his legs from his company's shoulders and switched positions. He propped Grimm against the pillows then straddled him. He kissed his counterpart, hard, as he slid back down onto the shaft moaning. The second pair of muscular hips bucked up to meet him as he rode Grimmjow moaning and biting his lip.
They made love fro a few hours, very few brakes inbetween. Once they were both tuckered out Grimmjow pulled out and collapsed on his stomach next to Ichigo who's half lidded expression who's eyes were counting all different ideas drifting away from the post-sex sublime.
"Love you."
The words had gone straight from Grimmjows mouth of Ichigo's ears who sighed. "Sure." He said not wanting to return the phrase. "I'll see you in a few days." He said getting up and cleaning himself off with a spare washcloth and getting redressed.
"I-I didn't mean it, don't go," the teal haired male said sitting up, the sheets very cold without Ichigo to warm them.
"Think it's not what you say, but what you're doing to me. I can't take falling for a guy right now." He said kissing the other on the forehead.
Grimmjow took the moment to pull Ichigo to him. "Actually, I did mean it. But I don't want you to go, ever. I could easily support two people on my salary, and you don't have to strip. I love you. I want to be with you. I want to take you out to eat aside from Dennys. I want... you."
"Grimm I can't. I don't want to rely on you to get by, thats why I got the job, and I like Dennys," the male lied through his teeth, about Dennys at least. "I could see us being what you want but I'd be unhappy relying on you and I want to be independent." He said though his case was falling apart, infact, what he didn't spend trying to put food on his plate and pay the rent for his half assed apartment and bills, he was using it to pay some old gambling debt. He kissed the other again, only to regret it feeling the powerful hands of his lover hold him close.
"You won't have to suck a dick for money, wouldn't relying on me be better than that?" He asked trying desperately to find a way to make it work.
"Yes." The other admitted stubbornly. "Fuck it." He said kissing Grimmjow. "If you help me move in I'll cook and clean, to pull my weight no more of this maid shit." He said smiling. "And I get to sleep in here, with you." He said grinding on the other smiling.
"Deal." The teal haired male smiled from ear to ear. "Anything." He said kissing the one lying atop him. "I sleep nude-" Grimm warned, "Or I will more often." He said winking playfully.
"Is that a warning or a promise?" He asked laughing before getting undressed to his boxers again climbing under the covers. "I love you." He said laughing, though he hadn't realized he said it unitl he was pulled into a deep kiss. "Sleep." He groaned smiling over at his new roommate. "I'll quit my job and grab my stuff tomorrow." He said as quickly as possible before a yawn caught the last part of his sentence as he cuddled up to Grimmjow and fell into a deep slumber. the teal just watched as he slept until eventually falling into his own sleep.
"Past and present, they don't matter, now the future's sorted out." He smiled, so everything was going to work itself out.
AN: sorry guys, the ending was kind of crappy and some of the lyrics didn't quite fit, but hopefully it's OK!
Title: shouting
Rating: NC17
Pairing: grimmjow/ichigo
Warnings: UNBETAD, fluff, smut, pretty ooc
Summary: [AU] Grimmjow is in love with Ichigo, an erotic dancer at the night club 'Espada'. Set to the the lyrics in italics of 1901 by Phoenix.
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach, or 1901. I interpreted the lyrics about a relationship, and stole some of the lines, not mine! song here!
"It's twenty seconds till the last call," Aizen tapped his wristwatch, he was a very prominent club owner, and his prize dancer was late.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the act you've all been waiting for. Watch em moving in elliptical patterns..." the introduction was cut off.
At that moment a stunning red headed male in a slinky women's dress (too short) and heels (too high) emerged. His fair skin looked pale against the harsh lighting and his suave legs glided by. Ichigo grabbed the pole, licking it. You're going hey hey hey hey hey hey, He thought to himself watching the mob of faceless men cheer him on.
"And I'll be anything you ask and more..." Ichigo hinted to a familiar blue haired customer in the crowd.
"Lie down you know it's easy," Grimmjow taunted back in the erotic dancers ear before watching that pert ass of his get back to the pole.
While his hips were swinging and his eyes closed as he crawled across the platform all he could think was 'Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it', put the money in his thong or the bust of his dress. He even felt someone cop a feel.
"No I wouldn't let you think so, hands off." Aizen shouted at the man, "Pay more and we'll talk." He said but the man was again eye-glued to Kurosaki Ichigo, or 'Strawberry' as he was known at the club. The shouting and grotesque sounds didn't bother him; he focused on the music, his hair damp with sweat. He wrapped his legs around the pole and arched his back, causing the crowd to riot. He smirked and got down before putting that metal rod to his back grinding on it, feeling it up and down making even the hardass Renji, club bouncer, blush.
He crawled along the perimeter of the stage surrounding the stripper pole. He loved the feeling of a crisp twenty being pressed against his cock. Stopping to make a few high payers feel special he finally got up and strutted off the stage, the crowd crying for an encore. He first took all the money from his outfit and put it away, he'd count later. Then looked at Aizen, he ran the place.
"Hey Strawberry, get out there I'll pay you double for tonight and you can keep the tips. Unless think it's overrated?"
"Alright, pay me now though." He demanded getting is money and putting it away before going to clean up. He had a visitor, Grimmjow.
"For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out, you got some crowd out there," The teal haired man said grabbing Ichigo into a kiss, and was kissed back.
"Shut up Grimm, I'm gonna change then go back out, Kira's just a place holder." He said referring to the new blonde, he was the shy type. Ichigo changed into a red corset and black skirt, short, with some red heels. It was always a big money maker. He redid his hair, messing it up a little. "If you want something you better make it quick."
"Got time for a blow?" The company asked grabbing the dancer from behind licking the shell of Ichigo's ear.
"As long as you-" Grimm handed him a few bills and Ichigo got to his knees. Grimmjow just lifted him up and pulled the red head towards him into a kiss, their tongues playing. "Fuck Grimmjow I gotta-" He was cut off again by a kiss moaning just a little as the customer kneaded his ass a little. He was released from the kiss and gasped for air. "Past and present they don't matter, see you after my shift, I can pay you then." He said kissing Grimmjow. Part of him knew that his favorite customer was going to leave again before he could repay his debt.
"What you say is way too complicated," The man said leaving. He never stayed after the first dance, but he found himself hovering by the bar grabbing a heavy liquor on the rocks, he could never have Ichigo; he was forever the erotic dancer, unattainable. He'd always found the kisses and shared moments with the entertainer more valuable than the sexual favors. For now, however the time he spent with the guy was valued, even in the middle of a gay strip club called 'Espada'. Watching the unattainable weasel his way around the stage again, livening up his act to the new racy number. He knew Ichigo's shift was going to be over soon, he decided for once he'd wait.
After Ichigo exited the stage he again packed his money away and then got changed, into a very plain set of jeans and red tshirt, with some regular old shoes. On his way out he spotted a flicker of blue in the crowd. He brushed it off, Grimmjow never stayed after his first performance, even if he paid for something. He knew very little about the guy, yet so much. The erotic dancer knew that Grimmjow liked cuddling after sex, he liked decaf coffee in the morning with two cubes of sugar, he knew Grimmjow liked when Ichigo was even wearing things less erotic. He knew that Grimmjow worked well, at what he didn't know, but he made money the acceptable way. He knew Grimmjow liked when Ichigo licked his collarbone and traced his tongue along the strong jawline. The little things someone of his career would know about a loyal customer. He wasn't in love with the guy, but he did hold some kind of undefined feelings towards Grimmjow. Leaning against the building he sighed taking in the fresh air before someone snuck up beside him.
"Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend is drifting away," the bartender had told Grimmjow pointing to the ginger leaving the club out the back door.
Grimmjow chased the other outside deciding to sneak up on Ichigo and surprise him, like one would a significant other. He clasped his hands over the brown eyes of the dancer. "Guess who."
Ichigo turned around and pressed his lips to Grimmjow's. "Bastard, you never stay after my-" kiss, "first-" kiss, "performance." He said smiling, though he had no reason why. He took the crisp hundred as Grimmjow started to walk them to his Panther, a sleek black car with a few personal teal touches.
"Spend the night." He offered, regardless if Ichigo said yes or no the money was his, he always wondered if giving money to him would help. Maybe he'd only keep dancing until he hit a certain amount, he didn't know. He pressed the familiar body against the passenger car door. "Come home with me,"
"Okay." The answer slid right off his tongue.
When they arrived at Grimmjow's apartment Ichigo didn't need to blink as he walked backwards up the stairs and grabbed the keys from the larger male's front pocket opening the door. He clung to his partner as the paying customer carried Ichigo to the bed backwards piggyback style. He set his lover down on the bed and took off his shirt, unbuttoning his pants and he leaned back over his service's frame kissing down his neck as they slowly undressed. Once they were both stark naked Grimmjow grabbed some lube off the nightstand and slicked them both up. He slid into Ichigo pausing once he was all the way in, paralyzed by the feeling.
Grimm wasn't the only one. Ichigo could feel the familiar object move against his prostate and he moaned. There was never really any pain, unless they wanted there to be, but tonight Ichigo could tell would he a slow and gentle night. Slow and steady, several times. Crying out wontonly as he felt the cock inside him move out then push back in, slow and savory. He pulled Grimmjow down for a kiss as he removed his legs from his company's shoulders and switched positions. He propped Grimm against the pillows then straddled him. He kissed his counterpart, hard, as he slid back down onto the shaft moaning. The second pair of muscular hips bucked up to meet him as he rode Grimmjow moaning and biting his lip.
They made love fro a few hours, very few brakes inbetween. Once they were both tuckered out Grimmjow pulled out and collapsed on his stomach next to Ichigo who's half lidded expression who's eyes were counting all different ideas drifting away from the post-sex sublime.
"Love you."
The words had gone straight from Grimmjows mouth of Ichigo's ears who sighed. "Sure." He said not wanting to return the phrase. "I'll see you in a few days." He said getting up and cleaning himself off with a spare washcloth and getting redressed.
"I-I didn't mean it, don't go," the teal haired male said sitting up, the sheets very cold without Ichigo to warm them.
"Think it's not what you say, but what you're doing to me. I can't take falling for a guy right now." He said kissing the other on the forehead.
Grimmjow took the moment to pull Ichigo to him. "Actually, I did mean it. But I don't want you to go, ever. I could easily support two people on my salary, and you don't have to strip. I love you. I want to be with you. I want to take you out to eat aside from Dennys. I want... you."
"Grimm I can't. I don't want to rely on you to get by, thats why I got the job, and I like Dennys," the male lied through his teeth, about Dennys at least. "I could see us being what you want but I'd be unhappy relying on you and I want to be independent." He said though his case was falling apart, infact, what he didn't spend trying to put food on his plate and pay the rent for his half assed apartment and bills, he was using it to pay some old gambling debt. He kissed the other again, only to regret it feeling the powerful hands of his lover hold him close.
"You won't have to suck a dick for money, wouldn't relying on me be better than that?" He asked trying desperately to find a way to make it work.
"Yes." The other admitted stubbornly. "Fuck it." He said kissing Grimmjow. "If you help me move in I'll cook and clean, to pull my weight no more of this maid shit." He said smiling. "And I get to sleep in here, with you." He said grinding on the other smiling.
"Deal." The teal haired male smiled from ear to ear. "Anything." He said kissing the one lying atop him. "I sleep nude-" Grimm warned, "Or I will more often." He said winking playfully.
"Is that a warning or a promise?" He asked laughing before getting undressed to his boxers again climbing under the covers. "I love you." He said laughing, though he hadn't realized he said it unitl he was pulled into a deep kiss. "Sleep." He groaned smiling over at his new roommate. "I'll quit my job and grab my stuff tomorrow." He said as quickly as possible before a yawn caught the last part of his sentence as he cuddled up to Grimmjow and fell into a deep slumber. the teal just watched as he slept until eventually falling into his own sleep.
"Past and present, they don't matter, now the future's sorted out." He smiled, so everything was going to work itself out.
AN: sorry guys, the ending was kind of crappy and some of the lyrics didn't quite fit, but hopefully it's OK!