Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 19
Ladies and Gentlemen 19
***I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
***This chapter is pretty much just a big Lemon, so it is going to be a little short. I realized that I had yet to write one in this story entirely from Ichigo's POV. So I decided to remedy that...
***Bleach is Kubo's and...wow, there really aren't any songs in this chapter.
Possessive Inspired Insanity~
"No fucking way..." Really too shocked to find another choice of words, I stared up at the white figure on stage, trying to convince myself that I was hallucinating. Apparently the Scorpion and I have more in common than our looks and the desire for Doctor Strawberry.
Ichigo's smug voice cuts through the noise of the crowd as the song ends, "And you thought you stood a chance." Hmm, if that's what you're into babe, then I think I still do. About to voice my opinion, I turn back to where Ichigo should be only to find him clear across the room, slipping through a door that I can only assume leads to the changing areas. Damn, guess that's what I get for letting my guard down.
You won't slip away so easily next time Johnny Cage.
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It took all I had to not sprint the length of the room to the door, I really hope the big guy isn't in the mood for small talk. "Hey Kenpachi."
"Ichigo, saw ya sittin' at the bar, who's your friend?" Damn the small talk! Just hurry up and let me in.
"The devil incarnate who won't leave me the hell alone."
He snorts and pulls the key to the door out of his pocket, "You sure Shirosaki's not clonin' himself?"
It was meant as a joke, but the statement did leave me thinking, would I have been attracted to Kaien if I hadn't met Shiro first? Contemplation on the subject is cut short when Kenpachi starts to open the door. He didn't quite have it half way open before I slipped through and took off down the hall. The big guys echoing laugh fills the small area until he closes that first door.
Reaching the end of the hall, I slow to a stop at the last door that separates me from Shiro. Reaching out to grab the knob, an unpleasant thought stops me mid motion...What if he isn't alone? He does share this room with two other guys.
Well shit, now what? I can't really turn around, and I can't just barge in there and surprise him either. Knocking seems a little awkward in this place but it's the best idea out of the three. Steeling myself, I retract my hand from the knob and lightly knock on the wooden barrier.
The sound of shuffling emanates from the other side of the door which Shiro answers with a rather large grin, "That didn't take very long. Miss me Ichi?"
What, ho- "How'd you know it was me?"
He laughs, "Ya stand out in a crowd love, and who else would knock on a strippers door just after the show?" Damn, maybe next time I should wear a hat. As the surprise wears of, I feel a spark of disappointment when I notice that Shiro found time to throw on a pair of sweatpants. Stupid Kenpachi and his small talk. Oh well, at least the room is vacant.
"Oh yeah, Ichigo, what was that annoyin' fucker doin' next to ya?" Well so much for him simply not knowing. Time to decide what information to filter out to keep Shiro out of trouble.
"Ran in to him today before coming here. Couldn't get the asshole to shut up until he saw you on stage. I am pretty confident that your show got the point of his efforts being wasted across."
Pulling me inside the room, Shiro slams the door and uses his half clothed body to press me against it. "I don't know about that Ichi, I think you still underestimate your own desirability." Sealing his words with a searing kiss, I feel my knees tremble and mentally kick myself for being so weak. I was supposed to surprise and seduce him tonight!
Trying to gain control of the situation, I push at his shoulders and attempt to flip our positions. He budges slightly before catching on and pushes me back with a shake of his head. Placing his lips at my ear, I am distracted by the low husky tone, "Sorry Aibou, but the crazy bastard in me demands that I show ya how desirable ya are and why You are Mine."
About to protest his choice in words, the argument dies into a gasp when his lower body rocks viciously against mine, tongue tracing the shell of my ear before his teeth close in on the lobe. Not even a second later, I feel my pants pool around my ankles and if the cool air of the room is of any indication, my boxers went with them. My shirt soon joins the pile on the ground just as Shiro's hand closes around my erect member, and distantly, I try to remember why I wanted control in the first place.
Feeling a jolt of pleasure with every movement of his hand, my mind grows foggy and my eyes slip closed. Switching over to autopilot, my body begins responding of it's own accord, locking a leg around his waist and thrusting upward to meet every descent of his hand. Hearing Shiro growl, I snap my eyes open as he lifts my other leg to lock around him as well, sharing my full weight with the door.
The new position elicits tons of arousing thoughts and all of a sudden, my body aches to be pounded into the door. Judging by the smoldering look on his face and the three fingers being pushed into my mouth, I don't think it'll have to wait long. Twisting my tongue around the thrusting digits and deeming them ready, I find leverage against the door and begin thrusting my lower body against his abdomen. Groaning at my eagerness, Shiro removes his fingers and wastes no time reaching down and around to insert the first one, his mouth latching onto my neck as the digit toys it's way inside of me. My body jerks as he immediately presses into that spot, and my head thumps back into the door as he inserts the second finger, scissoring them slightly.
"Ichi, I'm movin' m' other hand, so ya need ta tighten yer grip."
Nodding, I tighten my legs even more, as his hand traces around my thigh back to my forgotten erection. The quick pumps negating the pain of being stretched, Shiro inserts the third finger and twists the digits, pushing and retracting until I call out for more.
The plea is answered quickly, fingers replaced with the tip of his neglected erection, hands gripping securely at my hips. Not giving him time to move slowly, I place my hands just under the top of the wide door frame and push down, quickly forcing him inside. His sudden intake of breath comes out as a hiss, and his eyes narrow, offsetting the smirk on his lips.
"So that's how ya want it eh?" His low, evil sounding chuckle makes my eyes widen in slight apprehension as he slowly slides almost completely out of me. Please, please don't tease m-
"I fuckin' love it!" The shout is punctuated with quick, harsh thrusts that make the door tremble behind me. God I hope that fucking thing holds, cause nothing is gonna stop me from telling him hit that spot "Harder!"
Despite his heavy breathing, he laughs insanely and complies with my demand, our bodies now banging against the door, the sound competing against pleasure filled moans. Any coherent thoughts I had before he entered me are completely lost now as a thick fog settles in my mind, rolling my eyes back and stealing my vision. A few more thrusts and the black turns white, my muscles spasm, tightening around their assailant, as my release paints the space between us. The reaction of my body to his work, brings Shiro over the edge not even a few thrusts later, his hot seed filling me entirely. "God Ichigo."
Leaning my head on his shoulder, I let out a deep breath as he pulls my abused back away from the door and carries me over to the lone couch, sitting in the corner of the room. Bending over to lay me down, his now flaccid member slides out of me causing us both to shudder. "Ya alright Ichi?" Unable to find my voice yet, I smile weakly and nod, letting my eyes slip closed as I succumb to the comfort of the cushions.
I hear him laugh above me, "Don't fall asleep yet love, ya gotta clean up and I can't really leave ya in here undressed when I go out to the next set." Hearing him walk away, I crack an eye open and watch him grab a towel out of his bag and walk over to pick up our clothes. Returning to the couch he raises an eyebrow and smirks at my still unmoving body, "Unless you'd rather have me do it for ya, baby."
I quickly find my voice at his tone which promises unspoken perverted action, "Thanks but I got it." Grabbing the towel I continue, ignoring his fake dejected look, "I'm not ready for round two."
Cleaned up and re-dressed, I lay on the couch watching Shiro pull out random things for his next set. He goes on again in about an hour and I still haven't decided whether I want to brave the crowd to watch the show, or lay here comfortably and relax in the afterglow until he's finished. When he is done piecing together his outfit for the next song, he comes back over and I lift my upper body so he can slide underneath, before resting my head in his lap.
"Tired Ichi?"
"Mm hmm..." My eyes slide closed when he begins stroking my hair and the possibly of a nap becomes more promising. Maybe he will give me a repeat performance when we get home. Just before slipping away I manage to mumble, "I should come visit you at work more often."
His chuckles fill the quiet room, "Anytime love."
***I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
***This chapter is pretty much just a big Lemon, so it is going to be a little short. I realized that I had yet to write one in this story entirely from Ichigo's POV. So I decided to remedy that...
***Bleach is Kubo's and...wow, there really aren't any songs in this chapter.
Possessive Inspired Insanity~
"No fucking way..." Really too shocked to find another choice of words, I stared up at the white figure on stage, trying to convince myself that I was hallucinating. Apparently the Scorpion and I have more in common than our looks and the desire for Doctor Strawberry.
Ichigo's smug voice cuts through the noise of the crowd as the song ends, "And you thought you stood a chance." Hmm, if that's what you're into babe, then I think I still do. About to voice my opinion, I turn back to where Ichigo should be only to find him clear across the room, slipping through a door that I can only assume leads to the changing areas. Damn, guess that's what I get for letting my guard down.
You won't slip away so easily next time Johnny Cage.
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It took all I had to not sprint the length of the room to the door, I really hope the big guy isn't in the mood for small talk. "Hey Kenpachi."
"Ichigo, saw ya sittin' at the bar, who's your friend?" Damn the small talk! Just hurry up and let me in.
"The devil incarnate who won't leave me the hell alone."
He snorts and pulls the key to the door out of his pocket, "You sure Shirosaki's not clonin' himself?"
It was meant as a joke, but the statement did leave me thinking, would I have been attracted to Kaien if I hadn't met Shiro first? Contemplation on the subject is cut short when Kenpachi starts to open the door. He didn't quite have it half way open before I slipped through and took off down the hall. The big guys echoing laugh fills the small area until he closes that first door.
Reaching the end of the hall, I slow to a stop at the last door that separates me from Shiro. Reaching out to grab the knob, an unpleasant thought stops me mid motion...What if he isn't alone? He does share this room with two other guys.
Well shit, now what? I can't really turn around, and I can't just barge in there and surprise him either. Knocking seems a little awkward in this place but it's the best idea out of the three. Steeling myself, I retract my hand from the knob and lightly knock on the wooden barrier.
The sound of shuffling emanates from the other side of the door which Shiro answers with a rather large grin, "That didn't take very long. Miss me Ichi?"
What, ho- "How'd you know it was me?"
He laughs, "Ya stand out in a crowd love, and who else would knock on a strippers door just after the show?" Damn, maybe next time I should wear a hat. As the surprise wears of, I feel a spark of disappointment when I notice that Shiro found time to throw on a pair of sweatpants. Stupid Kenpachi and his small talk. Oh well, at least the room is vacant.
"Oh yeah, Ichigo, what was that annoyin' fucker doin' next to ya?" Well so much for him simply not knowing. Time to decide what information to filter out to keep Shiro out of trouble.
"Ran in to him today before coming here. Couldn't get the asshole to shut up until he saw you on stage. I am pretty confident that your show got the point of his efforts being wasted across."
Pulling me inside the room, Shiro slams the door and uses his half clothed body to press me against it. "I don't know about that Ichi, I think you still underestimate your own desirability." Sealing his words with a searing kiss, I feel my knees tremble and mentally kick myself for being so weak. I was supposed to surprise and seduce him tonight!
Trying to gain control of the situation, I push at his shoulders and attempt to flip our positions. He budges slightly before catching on and pushes me back with a shake of his head. Placing his lips at my ear, I am distracted by the low husky tone, "Sorry Aibou, but the crazy bastard in me demands that I show ya how desirable ya are and why You are Mine."
About to protest his choice in words, the argument dies into a gasp when his lower body rocks viciously against mine, tongue tracing the shell of my ear before his teeth close in on the lobe. Not even a second later, I feel my pants pool around my ankles and if the cool air of the room is of any indication, my boxers went with them. My shirt soon joins the pile on the ground just as Shiro's hand closes around my erect member, and distantly, I try to remember why I wanted control in the first place.
Feeling a jolt of pleasure with every movement of his hand, my mind grows foggy and my eyes slip closed. Switching over to autopilot, my body begins responding of it's own accord, locking a leg around his waist and thrusting upward to meet every descent of his hand. Hearing Shiro growl, I snap my eyes open as he lifts my other leg to lock around him as well, sharing my full weight with the door.
The new position elicits tons of arousing thoughts and all of a sudden, my body aches to be pounded into the door. Judging by the smoldering look on his face and the three fingers being pushed into my mouth, I don't think it'll have to wait long. Twisting my tongue around the thrusting digits and deeming them ready, I find leverage against the door and begin thrusting my lower body against his abdomen. Groaning at my eagerness, Shiro removes his fingers and wastes no time reaching down and around to insert the first one, his mouth latching onto my neck as the digit toys it's way inside of me. My body jerks as he immediately presses into that spot, and my head thumps back into the door as he inserts the second finger, scissoring them slightly.
"Ichi, I'm movin' m' other hand, so ya need ta tighten yer grip."
Nodding, I tighten my legs even more, as his hand traces around my thigh back to my forgotten erection. The quick pumps negating the pain of being stretched, Shiro inserts the third finger and twists the digits, pushing and retracting until I call out for more.
The plea is answered quickly, fingers replaced with the tip of his neglected erection, hands gripping securely at my hips. Not giving him time to move slowly, I place my hands just under the top of the wide door frame and push down, quickly forcing him inside. His sudden intake of breath comes out as a hiss, and his eyes narrow, offsetting the smirk on his lips.
"So that's how ya want it eh?" His low, evil sounding chuckle makes my eyes widen in slight apprehension as he slowly slides almost completely out of me. Please, please don't tease m-
"I fuckin' love it!" The shout is punctuated with quick, harsh thrusts that make the door tremble behind me. God I hope that fucking thing holds, cause nothing is gonna stop me from telling him hit that spot "Harder!"
Despite his heavy breathing, he laughs insanely and complies with my demand, our bodies now banging against the door, the sound competing against pleasure filled moans. Any coherent thoughts I had before he entered me are completely lost now as a thick fog settles in my mind, rolling my eyes back and stealing my vision. A few more thrusts and the black turns white, my muscles spasm, tightening around their assailant, as my release paints the space between us. The reaction of my body to his work, brings Shiro over the edge not even a few thrusts later, his hot seed filling me entirely. "God Ichigo."
Leaning my head on his shoulder, I let out a deep breath as he pulls my abused back away from the door and carries me over to the lone couch, sitting in the corner of the room. Bending over to lay me down, his now flaccid member slides out of me causing us both to shudder. "Ya alright Ichi?" Unable to find my voice yet, I smile weakly and nod, letting my eyes slip closed as I succumb to the comfort of the cushions.
I hear him laugh above me, "Don't fall asleep yet love, ya gotta clean up and I can't really leave ya in here undressed when I go out to the next set." Hearing him walk away, I crack an eye open and watch him grab a towel out of his bag and walk over to pick up our clothes. Returning to the couch he raises an eyebrow and smirks at my still unmoving body, "Unless you'd rather have me do it for ya, baby."
I quickly find my voice at his tone which promises unspoken perverted action, "Thanks but I got it." Grabbing the towel I continue, ignoring his fake dejected look, "I'm not ready for round two."
Cleaned up and re-dressed, I lay on the couch watching Shiro pull out random things for his next set. He goes on again in about an hour and I still haven't decided whether I want to brave the crowd to watch the show, or lay here comfortably and relax in the afterglow until he's finished. When he is done piecing together his outfit for the next song, he comes back over and I lift my upper body so he can slide underneath, before resting my head in his lap.
"Tired Ichi?"
"Mm hmm..." My eyes slide closed when he begins stroking my hair and the possibly of a nap becomes more promising. Maybe he will give me a repeat performance when we get home. Just before slipping away I manage to mumble, "I should come visit you at work more often."
His chuckles fill the quiet room, "Anytime love."