Ladies and Gentlemen 24
Ladies and Gentlemen 24
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
**Strong M Rating for this Chapter
*Bleach belongs to Kubo (though I'm beginning to suspect body snatchers), You're Going Down to the Sick Puppies, Headstrong to Trapt, and Porn Star Dancing to My Darkest Days (I've been conspiring with WhiteW12-0 to find a place for this song-hope you like it!).
Porn Star Dancing~
"Oh God Grimm! Yes, th-ah-there!" The unrestricted cries from the male below causes a shiver to race down my spine and my movements to falter. His slender, trimmed, muscular body pushes back against me, trying to make up for lost speed, tanned skin slick and spiked locks weighed down with sweat.
Regaining my pace, I slam harder into that tight, hot hole, slicked with my pre-cum and saliva, a predatory grin taking over my face, "Yeah, ya like that?"
His voice comes out strained, panting and needy, "Oh fuck yes...more...Harder!"
Harder huh? I'll give ya harder. Gripping each of his trembling wrists, I yank back, causing him to collapse face first into the mattress, bringing his delicious ass that much higher. Raising higher on my knees, I release his wrists, one hand gripping his hip while the other pushes on his back, keeping him pinned to the bed. Once he loses himself again, no longer fighting me to push himself back up, I move my other hand to his other hip and grip harshly. With the extra leverage, I pound harder, driving into him with all the force I have. His head turns to the side, allowing the wordless screams of pleasure to fill my ears.
I feel the sweat roll down my face and watch as a drop from my hair falls onto that pert ass, drawing my attention to my huge cock, pushing and pulling that tight, perfect hole, stretching it to the limit. The trance is broken when I feel his body tense, and I know he is close...just a little more. Bending over him, I mold my chest to his back, placing my lips next to his ear, and moving one hand from his hip to his dripping dick, jerking him off in time with my thrusts. Yes! "You are mine, now come for me."
"Grimmjow!" With that, his body goes rigid and his warm, slick cum shoots into my hand and the sheets below.
His body slackens after release, despite his twitching hole squeezing me tighter. I pull out and flip him over before roughly penetrating him again, his shocked cry at the harsh intrusion to his over sensitized entry way arouses me further, and I growl out my pleasure, "I'm not done with you yet."
Pulling him up into my lap, he winds those long, dangerous legs tight around my waist, meeting my thrusts as I renew my rhythm into his body. His head is thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy, moaning loudly over the sound of our bodies meeting.
"Look at me." Filled with years of desire, the command comes out rough and much needier than intended, but it gets the job done when finally those warm chocolate, half lidded eyes lock on to mine. And that's all that it takes for me to snap. Body stiffening, I grab onto him tight as my vision whites out, almost afraid he won't be there when I look again. Even once my vision returns, heavy cock drained inside of him, I don't dare let go. Never again.
Pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, I ask a question that doesn't make sense with what we just did, but my mouth seems to work of it's own accord... "Who do you belong to, Ichigo?"
The smile he gives steals my breath, but something about it is wrong. That's never a smile you gave me, Ichigo. White skin and gold eyes flash across my vision just as he's about to answer-
"...It'll be a long time coming,
But you got the message now,
Cause I was never going,
Yeah, your the one that's going down..."
Groaning, I reach over to the stand by the hospital bed and hit silent on my phone, when did I even get it back? Shirosaki's number blinks on the screen and I let out a low gravely laugh, not even in my dreams, huh Snowflake?
I ignore the call and set the phone off to the side, about to pull my aching body out of bed when the door opens- Ulquiorra. He steps in holding some god awful, pink eyesore of which I can only identify one thing...fucking petals.
"How are you feeling?" The words are caring, but the tone indifferent.
"Like shit, and that thing is making it worse...What the fuck is it?"
"Well, I am no expert but I believe they are called flowers, Grimmjow." ...What the fuck? Did my tightwad, stick up the ass brother just make a joke?
"God damn-it! Am I still fucking dreaming?" FU ya piece of shit subconscious!
"No, unfortunately you are quite awake. I ran into your manager in the lobby, but when he found out you were still sleeping, he asked me to bring these to you. Please tell me that you do not wish to take them home with us." I don't know if I'm more insulted by the fact that my asshole brother is serious, or that my idiot boss actually thought I'd like the hideous thing.
"God no! Do the world a favor and fuckin' burn it." He rolls his eyes before turning and dropping it into the trash can by the door.
"Your clothes are on the chair, along with your crutches. Meet me in the lobby when you are finished."
Eying the clothes in the corner, I swing my feet to the floor and quickly come to appreciate the smallness of the room as pain spikes through my leg and I curse Shirosaki again. Using the wall for support, I limp the few feet to the chair and begin the daily task that I will never look at the same way again. Pulling the shirt over my head caused pain to lance through my side and it took a few seconds to regain my breath before moving on. Ever tried putting on pants without the use of one leg? Not recommended, but it'd be a cold day in hell before I asked for that kind of help. We won't even get into what tying my shoes cost. This is gonna be a long few weeks.
-Page Break-
"I'm sorry Mr. Shiba, but Kurosaki-san called in sick today. If you'd like though, we can set you up with-"
"Nah, don't worry about it. I only want Ichigo." I'm not sure if it was the phrasing, or the use of the first name that had the small navy headed receptionist blushing, but I planned on using those thoughts to my full advantage. Giving him an award winning smile, I try to work my magic, "Sick huh? That's strange, he was fine the last time I saw him and it must be pretty bad if he called in. I could probably check on him if you happen to have his address."
The kid blushed harder and for a minute I thought I had him. "I-I'm s-sorry Mr. Shiba, but I can't give out any of the staff's contact information."
About to push a little harder, I was stopped by a voice behind me, "Even if you were able to acquire his address, I assure you that he is not at home."
Flipping around and leaning against the counter, I come face to face with the creepy green-eyed fellow who has the hots for my current nemesis in love. "Oh really? And where else might he be?"
Slipping his hands in the pockets of his thin black jacket, he glanced past the receptionist desk and into the hallway, "Catering to Shirosaki's injuries I imagine."
Ah, the lovely scent of jealousy. Can't really blame him though, I'd be lying if I said that the white demon's situation didn't sound appealing, no matter the injury. About to ask him how Scorpion, or 'Shirosaki' got injured, I am cut off by a loud thump in the hallway, followed by a familiar voice spouting a string of curses. Subzero?
Turning towards the racket, my assumption is verified as the blue headed man in question hobbles into the lobby, looking about as balanced as a toddler on a skateboard. The crutches are definitely not making nice with this guy. But I can't deny that his determination is kinda cute.
"Oi, Twinkletoes! Where's that grace-like wonder I saw on the dance floor?" The voice telling me that goading the short fused man is a bad idea is currently drowned out by the one that says don't worry, he can't catch you on those.
He looks up from the floor, nearly tumbling as his concentration was taken way from the movement of the crutches, the look of surprise quickly morphing into a glare, "The fuck 'er you doin' here Ballerina?"
Slipping my hands into my designer black pants, I shrug, "Just canceling an appointment. What the hell happened to you, fall off a cliff?"
He snorts, eyes relaxing from the glare, small smirk forming and I gotta admit, even beaten to shit he's a looker. "Hell of a fight."
Fight? Ah, that explains the undefined injuries on my nemesis. I don't bother asking who won, it's pretty obvious given that he's still here and Shirosaki's at home, enjoying the attentions of the rather delectable Strawberry. Feeling heat rush to the lower part of my body thinking of all the things they could be doing, I decide it best to re-route my train of thought.
"So, get any good meds?" There, that's an un-sexy topic.
He looks slightly paranoid at my inquiry, "Wouldn't know. I'm not takin' any of the shit they wanna force in me. Next thing I know, I'll be back here wondering what the fuck happened." Hm, conspiracy theorist?
The creepy guy shakes his head and sighs, turning toward the exit, "I will be in the car."
I look back to Blue, "You should probably follow, he looks as though he might leave you here."
He laughs then, a pleasant sound that I wouldn't mind hearing more of, "Yeah, I wouldn't put it past him to make me take the bus, he's kind of a bastard that way. See ya 'round Ballerina."
God that name sucks, and I can think of so many better words to come from that sexy voice...Maybe it's time for a peace offering, "Hey Grimmjow, I'm working if you guys wanna come to the club tonight, drinks and cover on me."
He gives me a confused look and I decide to add a small jibe, "Unless you have conspiracy theories about alcohol too?"
"Smart-ass! Hope you know what kind of tab you just signed up for."
Cocking my hip, I let my own mischievous grin take over, "Don't worry, you've seen me dance, so you should know I'm good for it." I wonder he'll pick up on the hidden innuendo?
"Right, Cain. Put on a good show tonight will ya, I need a fuckin' distraction." I'll take that as a yes.
"Always do. Just tell 'em at the door that yer the special guest of Shiba Kaien."
He smiles, nods, and hobbles out the door.
A small voice brings my attention away from his retreating ass and back to the kid behind the counter, "U-um excuse me Mr. Shiba, but did you want to reschedule your appointment with Kurosaki-san?"
Hmm decisions, decisions. Twirling my keys I turn back to the door, throwing the answer over my shoulder, "Nah cutie, just go ahead and cancel this one." I've got new game to hunt.
-Page Break-
"...Back off, I'll take you on,
Headstrong to take on anyone,
I know that you are wrong,
And this is not where you belong.
I can't give everything away,
I won't give everything away..."
Moaning, I roll over and eye Ichigo's side of the bed, his phone ringing, but no orange headed male in sight. Did he leave it here this morning? Ignoring the pain in my ribs, I reach over and grab it...
"'ello?"
"So what, yer monitoring his calls now?" Grimmjow?
"Nah, but with shady characters like you callin' so early in the mornin' I might start. The fuck do you want?" It is early right?
He laughs, "Aw did I wake the Snowflake?"
"Laugh it up Cookie, looks like you forgot whose holding the cards here." Or in this case, phone.
"Yeah whatever. 'Sides you don't have room to talk, you called me an hour ago, or did ya already forget?" Wha- Oh yeah, I called him when Ichigo's alarm went off this morning.
"Just checkin' on yer sorry ass and wanted to make sure you weren't gonna be a pussy about takin' yer painkillers."
"What are you, my mother? What I put in my mouth is none of your god damned business. Anyway, I need to talk to Ichigo, so you gonna put him on or do I have to come over there?" So he's been released from the hospital.
"Mm, I smell bacon..." Lured by the smell, I carefully roll out of bed and grab a gray pair of sweatpants off the floor.
"What the fuck does that have to do with giving Ichigo his phone?" He sounds irritated already. Too bad I'm too tired to fuck with him more.
"Meaning he's in the kitchen dip-shit, give me a minute." Pulling up the pants, I head towards the glorious smell.
Not much of a morning person, I'm content to just walk the phone the rest of the way in silence, but apparently Grimmjow's not a big fan of the quiet, "So, you guys have plans tonight?"
"Dunno, why?"
"Got invited to that new club, no cover charge and free liquor, you guys wanna go chill?" So, he wants to make peace?
Making it to the kitchen, I spot Ichigo over the stove, clad only in a pair of my black sweatpants, which are riding dangerously low on his hips. Wanting nothing more that to bend him over the counter, I curse my bodies soreness once again. Maybe after I take some more painkillers.
Hearing me come in, he turns and raises one orange brow, making me remember the phone. Right, Grimmjow, "I don't have a problem with it. Ya gotta convince Ichi though."
He snorts, "Yeah, that's the plan if ya ever put him on the fuckin' phone."
"Yeah, yeah...Here..." Handing the phone over to my confused lover, he shoots me an apologetic look once he sees that it's his cell.
"Hello?"
Turning my attention to the bacon, I snag a finished peace and wait for Ichigo's answer.
"Not happening, he's staying in for the next few days at least. And you're in even worse shape than he is, so you shouldn't be going anywhere either genius." Well that sucks.
I grab my pain pills off the counter and pop two, while pouring myself a cup of coffee. Their conversation continues for a while, and since Ichigo keeps coming up with new creative ways to say 'no', I can only assume that Grimmjow's still trying to convince him.
Eventually their conversation ends, and Ichigo turns his attention back to the stove, flipping over the last pieces of bacon. Stepping up behind him, I wrap my arms around his neck and set my chin on his shoulder, "A few days is a long time ta be stuck inside Ichi..."
He leans his head against mine while answering, "Don't worry, I'm not locking you in or anything, but I am going to insist that you stay away from Grimmjow for a while. When you two hang out, things tend to get violent, which is something you need to avoid until it doesn't look like you were hit by a bus."
"Aw, Ichi that wasn't very nice...You shouldn't tease the wounded, ya know?"
Wondering if he'll recognize the words he used on me when we first met, I am not disappointed by his answer, "Hmm, yer right. I'm sorry Shiro. Let me make it up to ya?"
"Dunno. What did you have in mind?"
He smirks and turns off the stove before rounding on me, and locking his arm around my waist, "Nothin' major. But ya are wounded so I've got a question for ya first..." Hm, that's new.
"What's that love?"
The smirk gets bigger, "Velcro or leather, Shiro?"
Jesus Christ.
-Page Break-
Reaching the bar, Ulquiorra gave me a questioning glance. After skipping the line and breezing through the doors with the name Shiba Kaien as our cover charge, I suppose it's warranted.
"So when you said that you would be buying..."
"I never said I was buyin', just that you wouldn't have to."
"And Shiba Kaien is..?"
"The mobster stripper that we ran into at the hospital this morning."
He looks like he is about to question me again when the bartender interrupts, "You guys are on Shiba's tab tonight, right? What can I get for ya?"
I nod at him, "Heineken."
Ulquiorra let's his gaze slip to the bartender long enough to say "Mojito" and returns his attention to me.
"That is rather generous for someone whose name you only learned this morning. Are you certain he is just not using you to attain information about Kurosaki?" Huh?
"Why would he want to know about Ichigo?" Although now that I think about it, he was pretty distracted when he saw Shirosaki and Ichigo dancing last time we were here.
"You truly are oblivious to your surroundings when that boy is involved. This Shiba Kaien seems completely enamored with him. Even this morning he was trying to retrieve Kurosaki's address from the receptionist at the hospital. It would appear that the orange headed male is quite popular among stubborn fools."
"By that logic, Shirosaki's a stubborn fool also, making you the idiot who falls for stubborn fools."
"No, my logic provided conditions that were sufficient, but not necessary to draw that conclusion. Shirosaki is no fool, and though I loathe admitting it, neither is Kurosaki."
"Wait, are you admitting that you see Ichigo as an equal?" I don't fucking buy it.
"Equal? No. Simply that he is someone who is not to be taken lightly. A force that will inevitably keep getting in my way."
The bartender brings our drinks, cutting off that line of conversation, "There's a table reserved for you by the stage, Shiba's set starts in about five minutes." He doesn't wait for a response, instead taking orders from other customers.
We get up and head towards the stage, Ulquiorra carrying both drinks while I try managing my overgrown chopsticks, thankful that I dressed in a simple black tee shirt. Can't imagine what a pain in the ass keeping a dress shirt straight with these things would be. Finally, we spot a small 'Reserved' label at the table closest to the stage's front and center.
"Rather bold, isn't he."
It was meant as a statement, but I answered anyway, "Yeah, he's a cocky little shit."
We sit and I take my drink back from Ulquiorra, who returns to the conversation from earlier, "I'm surprised Grimmjow. You are taking it well that someone else is after Kurosaki."
I shrug, yeah it still bothers me, I mean fuck it's not like I'm gonna stop loving the little bastard overnight, but ya know what... "He's Shirosaki's problem now." ...That admission doesn't hurt quite as much as it used to.
"Although, that doesn't mean I'm gonna make it easy on any other takers, so if that's Shiba's motive for bringin' me here, then joke's on him."
Ulquiorra nods, apparently satisfied with that answer enough to leave the conversation there.
I tilt my head back and start chugging my beer, hoping to get a buzz and drown out some of the pain that has been steadily increasing since this morning. I won't give in! Bloodsucking doctors can take those prescriptions and shove them up their-
The speakers on the stage come to life, interrupting my inner rant, and a male voice speaks over the beat, "You guys and gals ready ta feel the heat? We've got a new show tonight for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of our favorite devilish dancer. Performing 'Porn Star Dancing,' give it up for Cain!" The growing crowd cheered, and the music increased in volume. Just as the words started, Kaien slipped out from behind the curtain, dressed in black, leather BDSM wear...Oh fuck.
"Kelly won't kiss my friend,
Cassandra,
Jessica won't play ball.
Mandy won't share her friend,
Miranda,
Doesn't anybody live at all?.."
He spins for the crowd, showcasing the metal rings, attached to black banded leather straps crossed in a 'X' over his chest and back, glinting in the red artificial lighting. The black leather pants also containing metal rings here and there. And is that a fucking whip?
"...Amanda won't leave me empty handed,
Got her number from a bathroom stall.
Brandy just got way too much baggage,
And that shit just gets old..."
Sauntering up the stage, he teasingly swings once around the pole in the center before stepping in front of it, slowly running his hands down his body and riling up the room.
"...But I got a girl
Who can put on a show,
The dollar decides
How far you can go with her..."
Stepping back to the pole, he wraps black gloved hands around the metal, dips low and throws his head back, licking his lips in a sinful manner.
"...She wraps those hands around that pole,
She licks those lips and off we go,
She takes it off nice and slow,
Cause that's porn star dancing!.."
Swinging around a few more times at a teasingly slow pace, he reaches one hand down to the pants and turns back to the crowd. Pausing in his actions.
"...She don't play nice,
She makes me beg her,
She drops that dress around her legs,
And I'm sittin' right by the stage,
With this porn star dancing!.."
With those lyrics, the cries of 'take it off' were heard throughout the room.
"...Your body's lighting up the room,
I want a naughty girl like you,
There's nothing hotter than a..."
With a giant mischievous smile, Kaien stepped away from the poll and strut to the front of the stage. Hooking his fingers through the metal hoops on the pants, his muscles flex as he tears off parts of the material, revealing the backless leather chaps beneath. The only thing obscuring his manhood now is the tight black thong, currently being stuffed with the bills of excited customers.
"...Stacey's gonna save herself for marriage,
But that's just not my style.
She's gotta pair that's nice to stare at,
But I want girls gone wild..."
Slowly dancing away from the crowds fingertips, he grabs the torn leather and tosses it over their heads, landing it square in the middle of our table. I raise my eyebrows, catch Ulquiorra's mortified look, and start laughing hysterically...Kids gettin' better.
"...But I know a place
Where there's always a show,
The dollar decides
How far you can go with her..."
Somewhere during my laughing fit he made his way back over to the pole, gripping it again, dancing a bit faster paced this time and throwing in more risque moves, some of which, even made me sweat.
"...She wraps those hands around that pole,
She licks those lips and off we go,
She takes it off nice and slow,
Cause that's porn star dancing!
She don't play nice,
She makes me beg her,
She drops that dress around her legs,
And I'm sittin' right by the stage,
With this porn star dancing!.."
Gripping the pole high, he jumps up, wrapping his body around it tightly before removing his hands and letting his torso fall backward, ending upside down, legs stretched out and twisting around and up the pole. I feel heat stir low and nearly have to readjust to get comfortable.
"...Your body's lighting up the room,
I want a naughty girl like you,
Let's throw a party just for two,
You know those normal girls won't do..."
With the start of the instrumental, he slides down the poll until his hands reach the bottom before lowering one foot to the ground, slowly followed by the other. Standing upright he unhooks the whip from the chaps and snaps it against the stage. Then doubling it up he returns to the crowds fingertips, and snaps it between his hands, while swaying his hips seductively.
"...She wraps those hands around that pole,
She licks those lips and off we go,
She takes it off nice and slow,
Cause that's porn star dancing!.."
Dropping to his knees, he accepts the remaining tips and dances back to center stage. I like my lips, while thinking of ways to tie him up with that whip, and wipe my palms on my jeans.
"...She don't play nice,
She makes me beg her,
She drops that dress around her legs,
And I'm sittin' right by the stage,
With this porn star dancing!.."
With the end of the song, he bows, coming back up and letting the whip fly one last time, the loud crack finishing the song, and the lights on the stage shutting off.
"Damn, that was hot."
Ulquiorra eyed the leather still in the center of our table, lifting one of the still attached rings with his thumb and forefinger, "It was definitely something."
I laugh at his obvious discomfort with the material, "What's the matter? Afraid it's gonna bite you?"
"Don't be ridiculous. It simply doesn't seem very sanitary." Seriously?
"Yer such a fuckin' pansy, give it here." I grab the leather attachment and toss it in the seat next to me, still shaking my head.
Ulquiorra's eyes shift somewhere behind me briefly before he stands, straightening the cuffs on his black dress shirt and turns around, "I'll be at the bar."
Raising an eyebrow, I am about to question his rush when a pair of arms fold around my neck from behind-
"Did ya miss me?" God yes.
"Before I answer that, I gotta know why ya offered up such a generous invitation. Anything to do with the hard on ya got for Ichigo?"
He laughs and unravels his arms, tossing himself in the seat next to me. He's changed back into street clothes, black skinny jeans tucked into white converse' and white graphic tee, finishing the look with a black tie, hat and armbands. Gotta admit, the kid looks good.
"I won't deny that I am hot for the Carrot-top, I mean look at him. But rest assured Big Blue, I didn't bring ya here to milk ya for information that'll get me in trouble."
"Good ta hear. For more reasons than the fact that he's not your type. Ichigo needs a pitcher, not a catcher." I've been wondering how he figures that would work.
As soon as I finish, he is cracking up, fighting for breath, and it takes a good minute or two before he is finally able to deliver an answer, "Ya know, he kinda asked me about that too. Yer all so narrow minded. It doesn't have to be one or the other, I'm an equal opportunity player. And I'm good for any position."
Holy...What does one say to that? I know we're in a public place, but bend over?
I attempt to hide how much that statement affected me, but with that cocky smirk plastered on his face, I'm willing to bet that I'm failing. Trying to simply move passed the topic, I return to my original question, "So why did you invite me here?"
"Ya looked like ya needed it, you are hot, your voice turns me on, and your ass in any pair of pants is like a sin."
I feel a pleased grin take over my face, I can work with that reasoning. Grabbing my crutches, I raise to my feet, "Well then, glad to have accepted your invitation. Maybe once I'm off these death sticks, I'll return the favor."
He gives me a curious glance before asking, "Ya mean drinks and cover? Or can I expect a little entertainment as well?"
His question throws me off but before I can say, of course, I realize that he still doesn't know I'm a stripper too. Oh this could be fun, "Yeah, I'll think of something. For now, how about your phone number."
He lights up at the request, earlier confusion forgotten and pulls a pen from...somewhere, before grabbing a napkin off the table and scribbling his number onto it.
"Here ya go good lookin', call me anytime."
I smirk and nod, 'ah kid, you just made a deal with the devil.'