Summary: He was a normal boy, well, normal minus his unruly orange hair anyways. Kurosaki Ichigo was your average guy, he liked playing video games, he liked kendo and martial arts, he thought homework was annoying, and in his spare time he loved hanging out with friends. Vampires, ghosts and other supernatural beings were nothing more than fairytales to him, but a run in with a strange guy leaves him rather ruffled and quite literally breathless. But there’s more to this hot stranger than meets the eye…
The day had trickled on slowly for Ichigo; he had gotten up and did his usual morning routine of showering, cleaning his ears and dressing before grabbing a bite to eat as he left the house. On his walk to school, even the cars seemed to be moving like molasses in January. For Ichigo, time was crawling by with the speed of a turtle. The thought ‘Somebody up there hates me,’ was running through his mind all day as he tapped his foot through every lecture he had to listen to.
When the last bell rang, he could have sworn he heard a choir of angels singing. Either that, or the turkey sandwich from lunch was acting up.
“Ichigo! Are you going to work today? Can I walk with you?” came the bubbly Orihime. With a mental groan mixed with a sigh, Ichigo looked at the big boobed girl.
“Sure whatever,” he said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.
‘Psshh weakling,’ came the demonic voice from the back of his head.
‘No, I’m nice,’ Ichigo shot back at it, ‘Besides it isn’t that long of a walk.’ A sadistic sicker was all it gave him.
“Are you ready, Ichigo?” Orihime asked, waving her hand in front of his face. It was then that he realized he had spaced out.
“Yeah, let’s go,” he said and started to walk. As usual Orihime talked non-stop and Ichigo wanted ear plugs very badly. Or rat poison would be nice.
‘Is that for you or her?’ the voice asked.
‘I don’t know.’ They reached the shop and Ichigo said good bye, leaving the girl and her sickeningly cheery smile.
“Well, would you look at that! It seems my employee finally decided to grace me with his presence today,” his boss drawled out sarcastically.
“Che shut up you old goat,” Ichigo glared as he passed the old, balding man sitting behind the front counter.
“I hope you don’t expect me to pay you for those absent days!” the old guy called out as Ichigo headed to the back to get his apron and start sorting books.
“Stupid old man,” he mumbled to himself while he surveyed the piles of dusty novels that littered the back room. With a heavy sigh, he looked at the clock on the wall. ‘Only , damn still another two hours,’ Ichigo sighed again.
At five, he was going to meet up with all the guys at his house and then Mizurio was having a car take them to the club. To the club where Grimmjow was.
“Oh god! What the hell happened to this book?!” Ichigo hollered as an unidentifiable odor wafted from the leather bound novel that was now on the floor.
“What’s wrong, brat?” The old man had come back to see what his young employee was squawking about. “Damn it boy! If you’re gonna fart, do it away from the books!” he yelled with a stuffy voice, his hands clamped over his nose.
“It’s not me you bastard! It’s that friggin’ book!” Ichigo hollered back, his voice just as muffled.
His boss inched closer to the book on the floor, then turned around. “Why the hell is that book on the floor!? How many times do I have to tell you to respect the books! Don’t you know what respect means, brat!”
Ichigo just wanted to slap the old fart silly. How was he suppose to respect it if it smelled like whatever horrible thing it smelled like?
Grumbling angrily under his breath with his nose still plugged, Ichigo’s boss picked up the book between two fingers and tossed it at Ichigo, whose quick reflexes made him catch it without thinking. Of course in the process of catching the smelly book, his hands had left his nose, opening it to breathe freely. His eyes watered as the smell hit his nose like a ton of bricks.
“What am I suppose to do with it?” he asked holding the offensive item as far away as his arms would stretch.
“Throw it in the burn pile, of course!” was his reply. Ichigo quickly made his way past a pile of normal smelling books to the back door. Opening it, he tossed the book outside, not bothering to see if it landed in the metal tin can. The burn pile was where all the books that couldn’t be sold were put. Ichigo didn’t know who burned them, or if they were even really burned, but every night the can was taken and returned empty.
When he returned, the man was out front once again. He glanced at the clock. ‘ finally!’ Ichigo didn’t bother suppressing the overjoyed smile that spread on his face like a wildfire. Tossing his apron on a cart of newly sorted books, he dusted his school clothes off and headed to the front.
“Oi! Old man, I’m leaving now. See you tomorrow,” Ichigo said as he gave a little wave.
“Hey brat, I almost forgot to tell you. Don’t bother coming tomorrow; don’t bother coming for the next month for that matter!” his boss said as he cleaned his thick glasses with a dirty rag.
“What?” Ichigo did a double take at his boss.
“Yup, don’t come ‘cause I’m gonna be in Hawaii! Aloha bruda!” he said and pulled a surf board from below the counter, “I’m taking some time off to pick myself up some babes and to catch some waves!”
Ichigo felt his eye twitch at the thought of the old coot “picking up babes.” “How long have you been planning this?” he asked.
“About fifteen years now,” his boss said with a happy smile.
‘His brain is already gone,’ Ichigo thought to himself. “So you’ve been planning this for fifteen years and didn’t even mention it before.”
The man answered with a happy “Yup,” and gave the boy a thumbs up.
Ichigo left the shop before he throttled his boss. ‘Stupid old man! I made sure all my free time was open for work! He could have said something! Now what am I going to do…’ the image of a teal haired man flashed through his mind.
‘Well, there’s a thought,’ the voice giggled madly.
‘Shut up,’ Ichigo thought warningly.
‘Shut up or what?’ it asked.
‘Shut up or…or…or else I’ll name you Bob!’ he threatened it. Even if it wasn’t much of a threat the voice went silent without even snickering like it usually did. Satisfied, Ichigo quickened his pace towards his house.
When he reached his destination, he found everyone was already waiting for him.
“Ichigo, hurry up and chaaaange!” Keigo sang when the orange haired boy entered, “We’ve been waiting forever!”
“Well, unlike some lazy asses, I have a job,” he snapped somewhat irritated. After giving the others a quick hello, he ran up the stairs and closed his door, stripping off his shirt. He had already picked out an outfit for that night the day before. When he had gone inside the other night, he had found that all the clothes Grimmjow had purchased for him were neatly put into his closet. He had wasted no time in picking out the perfect outfit.
‘The perfectly sexy outfit that will have every piece of flesh drooling,’ the voice commented.
‘Bob,’ Ichigo thought as warningly as possible.
The outfit was a pair of black boots with silver colored buckles up the sides, and a pair of very tight fitting black leather pants that hung low on his hips. They had a red cross embroidered from the top of his knee to the top of the pants and he had chosen a white belt to go with them. His top half was clothed in a black fish net shirt and a white vest with red trimmings that matched the red cross on his pants.
On his wrist he had the bracelet Grimmjow had given him. There was indeed writing on it but it was in some foreign language or something because he had no idea what it said. He had also found a black choker necklace. It belonged to Karin, but she said he could use it. It was a simple black cloth about one inch wide and fit snuggly around his throat. He didn’t know why but it really completed the whole ensemble.
He dressed himself, and then went into the bathroom and observed his image in the full length mirror. ‘Not bad,’ he though as he turned to see his backside, ‘Makes my ass look good…Oh. God. I’m turning in to a freaking girl!’ Ichigo winced at the thought.
When he heard the yells from downstairs telling him to hurry up, Ichigo gave one last look; he ran his hands through his hair, making it even more spiky than normal. Pleased about how he looked and all thoughts of turning into a girl swept aside, the boy rushed down the stairs.
“Ichigo, my friend, you look hot!” Keigo exclaimed when Ichigo reached the living room where everyone was waiting.
“You look nice, Ichigo,” Sado said, ever being a man of few words.
He noticed even Ishida had given him a look over, although he said nothing. “Thanks, so are we leaving or what?” Ichigo said with a playful grin. All the boys left in a buzz of chatter. Isshin didn’t even get a chance to embarrass his little boy.
The car Mizurio had gotten was a sleek black sports car with darkly tinted windows. Keigo let out an excited whoop as he raced to it calling “shotgun.”
The ride to the heart of the city took about twenty minutes. The White Devil wasn’t the only big club around. No, there were many clubs and shops in the “party district,” as it had been dubbed by everyone. The trip was spent chatting mostly about school and a little about the club. Even Ishida was talking.
“When we get there, we should find a table, and then if we get split up we know where to meet up,” Ishida said, sounding like a mother taking her children to the amusement park.
“Yes, Mommy,” Keigo said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Keigo and Mizurio started to laugh and Sado chuckled to himself.
“Well, someone has to make sure you idiots don’t kill yourselves,” the dark haired boy snapped.
“Che, well-“ Ichigo didn’t have time to retort as the car came to a stop and the driver said they had reached their destination, two blocks from the club entrance. They had decided earlier to walk a little to the club, not wanting to attract attention by getting out right in front of everyone.
Everyone filed out and the group made its way to the entrance. They had passed the end of the line after walking a block, but instead of waiting, Ichigo lead them to the front.
The man guarding the entrance was huge. It was the only word to describe his massive form. He was dressed in white baggy pants held up by a red sash. His top was a white high collared jacket that was black on the inside. It hung open to show his massive stomach. This man was by no means fat; in fact, Ichigo doubted there was an ounce of it on him. On his lower jaw was a bone-like mask with sharp teeth on it. A small name tag showed the big guy’s name was ‘Yami’.
The group of school boys had just come around the corner to see the mountain of flesh toss some guy a good fifteen feet like he weighed no more than a paper weight.
“You ain’t on the list and you ain’t anywhere near good lookin’ enough to get in here, so leave while you can still walk, ya bastard,” the man’s booming voice shouted at the frightened guy sprawled out in the middle of the street.
“Ichi-Ichigo are you su-sure that Grimmjow guy remembered to put us on the list?” Keigo stuttered,
“Yeah…I hope so,” the boy said a little uncertainly. Keigo looked like he was going to faint.
Swallowing, Ichigo made his way to the giant. “Yo we’re-“
Ichigo blinked as the man moved to the side so that the group could enter. “You can go in,” Yami stated making his self clear.
“Ahhh right,” Ichigo mumbled as a few catcalls rose from the front of the crowded line of people hopeful that they’d be next. Upon entering the building, Ichigo’s senses were assaulted with loud techno music, and almost equally loud screaming. He could practically taste the sweat in the air.
The group made its way along the edge of an enormous dance floor; a wall of bodies lined the rim of the dancing area. As Ishida had advised, they found a table near the end of the bar and a little bit away from the commotion of the dance floor.
“Alright let’s go and part-eh!” Keigo hollered, looping an arm around Mizurio’s neck and hauling him off.
“I’m going to go get something to drink,” Ishida said and went off to the bar, heading to an open seat in the middle.
“I’ll go too,” Sado said and followed the stoic boy.
That left Ichigo all to himself as he made himself comfortable on one of the stools surrounding the table. He let his eyes wander, looking for a certain man.
Too busy looking, Ichigo didn’t notice the presence behind him until a strong pair of muscular arms wrapped loosely around his waist. “You know sitting here looking depressed and sexy makes you a prime target for horny bastards lookin to score.”
The familiar voice tickled the shell of his ear. He turned around as much as he could to look at the smirking teal haired man. A smile played at Ichigo’s own lips.
“Che, I can handle any horny bastards and I do not look depressed,” he said, taking a mental note of how close Grimmjow’s lips were. ‘All I would have to do is lean a little more…’ He was a little startled when one of Grimmjow’s slender fingers pressed to his lips. Ichigo had unknowingly been leaning towards Grimmjow.
The older man chuckled deeply, “As much as I would love to take advantage of your virgin ass, I am working.”
A slight pout crossed Ichigo’s face at the statement. “Well, when do you get done?” he asked, hoping it was soon.
“Unfortunately not until one,” Grimmjow said with a frown.
‘Damn. I doubt Pops would let me stay out here that long…’ Ichigo thought in dismay.
‘Well maybe he doesn’t have to know,’ the evil little voice snickered.
‘What?’ he asked half curious about the voice’s idea.
‘Well if you call him up and say you’re going to stay at a friend’s house for the weekend, that leaves you free to do whatever you want.’ The smugness coming from the voice was irritating, but the plan wasn’t that bad.
‘Wait, I can’t deceive Pops like that, I have morals! And besides, where will I stay? Everyone except Ishida had things to do. No way in hell am I staying with that ass.’ The mental sigh made him feel very…stupid for lack of a better term.
‘Who said anything about them? You won’t be lying. You will be at a friend’s place.’ It took a moment for Ichigo to register what the voice was indicating,
‘What! No! I can’t ask to stay at his house, I mean I barely know him and I don’t want to intrude!’
“Oi, Ichigo you alright?”
The boy blinked, coming out of his inner banter. “What? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Ahhh… Grimmjow, is there a quieter place I can make a phone call?” he asked. Despite his uneasiness about it, he decided to first call his dad and get permission before asking Grimmjow if he could spend the weekend.
“Yeah, you can make one from the back. It’s sound proof in the employee’s lounge. Who do you need to call?” Grimmjow stood up straight, his fingers lightly scratching his chin in a curious, yet seemingly knowing manner.
“Just need to ask my Pops something,” the teen said while trying to avoid the cold blue eyes. A slender teal eyebrow arched as those cold blue eyes stared at him, as if he wanted the boy to say more.
The momentary silence gave Ichigo the chance to look over Grimmjow’s uniform. The left half of the man’s jaw was covered by a boney looking mask, his shirt mostly white with black trimmings along with the high collar. It stopped a little less than halfway down his solid torso. The gapping wide shirt gave the perfect view of a deliciously tan, muscular, and broad chest. Like the other people that worked here Grimmjow also had a red sash and white baggy pants along with black pointed boots. All in all, he looked good enough to eat.
‘Or jump kukuku,’ the devious little voice injected.
‘Shut up, Bob,’ Ichigo mentally growled.
The orange haired boy got up and followed Grimmjow along the edge of the massive dance floor, weaving around waiters and other clubbers. After a couple minutes of walking they reached a hallway entrance with a restroom sign above it. Silently Ichigo followed him down the hall. When they stopped in front of a door marked ‘Employee’s Only’, Grimmjow turned the gold door knob and went in with Ichigo hot on his heels. When the door shut behind him, the noise of the club disappeared and only soft chatter from some people laying about in the room could be heard. The soft chatter broke and Ichigo felt all eyes on them.
“Hey Grimmjow, whose your friend?” Grimmjow’s body still blocked most of his view of the room so Ichigo couldn’t see who was talking.
“None of your damn business,” was the growled reply. Not looking back, Grimmjow took hold of Ichigo’s hand and lead him across the room to another door that opened up to reveal a staircase. From the quick view that he got, Ichigo could tell there were five people in the room, all in the same style of clothing as the other workers in the club. Except everyone had a different mask. He didn’t need to stand there to long before he felt the strange stares they were giving him. He couldn’t put a finger on it but those stares really crept him out. Ichigo didn’t have to suffer for long though as Grimmjow forcefully tugged him up the stairs covered in a plush red carpet.
The stairs lead to another room that was empty of people but was furnished lavishly with a black leather couch, a matching love seat, and a couple matching armchairs. There were glass end tables at the edge of each chair and a long glass coffee table. On the back wall was a sleek looking bar that had alcohol as well as two coffee machines, one with a light on signaling that the brew was finished. The walls here were white and decorated with tasteful modern art, the carpet was the same plush red as in the stairway. The ceiling, however was black. The whole room came together in a sophisticated fashion.
“You can make your call up here. No one should bother you seeing as none of those guys have a break anytime soon. If you want, you can just hang out here for a while if ya don’t feel like being down there.” Grimmjow jacked his thumb in the direction behind Ichigo, turning he saw that there was a tinted window that overlooked the club beneath them.
“Thanks,” he mumbled as he drew out his cell. He was about to flip it open to dial his home phone number when Grimmjow looped an arm around his waist drawing him in closely.
“Before I go…” the man’s breath brushed across Ichigo’s face, his mouth hovering less than a centimeter away. The closeness was enough to drive Ichigo up a wall, but Grimmjow didn’t move to close the gap, so Ichigo did himself. He moved his inexperienced mouth over Grimmjow’s. At first he felt awkward as he stood for a moment with his lips pressed lightly to the taller man’s. The feeling didn’t last as Grimmjow took over the kiss, slipping his tongue into the moist cavern. Unlike the first time, Ichigo didn’t just give in to Grimmjow’s talented tongue.
When the thick muscle slid against his own he answered by pushing the tongue down with his own and tried to slide his tongue in to Grimmjow’s mouth. Of course the older man managed to stop the invasion and quickly took over the kiss completely; Ichigo’s inexperience with battles of the tongue put him at a disadvantage. The man’s height didn’t make things any easier for him.
Moaning lightly as he finally gave in to the tongue roaming his mouth, running over his teeth and tongue, then in to the back of his throat. ‘God he has one hell of a tongue!’ was the only coherent thought that Ichigo could put together. The boy’s hands clutched at the edges of Grimmjow’s open shirt, pushing his hips into the other’s, eliciting a moan form both of them. Before it could go any further, Grimmjow broke away with devilish grin on his face.
“Like I said before, I’d love to take your virgin ass right here but I have to get back to work.” Ichigo groaned in displeasure. That man was the devil, getting him all worked up and hard then just cutting it off.
“Che, you ain’t the only one suffering brat,” he growled, his own frustration becoming apparent. To punctuate this point he grabbed Ichigo’s hand andpushed the boy’s palm against his crotch. Ichigo’s face turned as red as a tomato at the feeling of the other’s stiff, pulsing member hidden beneath the baggy pants. He spluttered and almost choked on his own spit as an insane giggle came from the back of his mind.
“O’course, if I were you I’d take care of that before heading back down,” Grimmjow said with a grin as he pointed at Ichigo’s own crotch with his free hand. It was at that moment Ichigo realized the mistake in wearing pants so tight he couldn’t wear underwear with them.
The bulge between his legs was very noticeable, “Bu-bu-bu-but how…where…what!?” the orange haired boy’s throat seemed to close around his words, the fact that his hand was still firmly placed to the other’s crotch was not helping.
“You don’t have to, but go down like that and you’ll be raped faster than Britney Spears has babies.” The comment would have been funny if Grimmjow’s face hadn’t been so serious.
“But...I…can’t! I just can’t! I-I mean what if…” Ichigo trailed off as his brain tried to come up with a reasonable excuse. The teal haired man finally released the teen’s hand then turned and headed to the door.
“There’s a bathroom over there, it’s soundproof too.” He called over his shoulder. Before he had a chance to say another word, Grimmjow’s broad form disappeared behind the door.
‘Well now, isn’t this a fun situation,’ the voice snickered.
‘Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Bob.’ Was all Ichigo thought. He looked down at himself again. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would be able to hide it, nor could he seem to will it away either. He tried to think of things that would make it go down.
‘Orihime in a bathing suite….Bathing suite….Grimmjow in a bathing suite…mmmm…ack! Nonononononono!’ the mental picture of Grimmjow in a Speedo made his member even harder, the restriction of his pants becoming painful.
‘The bathroom is soundproof,’ the voice giggled, Ichigo glanced around and saw a door next to the bar which obviously lead to the bathrooms. He groaned in despair at his dilemma, but he didn’t have a choice. He made his way to the door by the bar, and opened it. He found a hall with three doors.
One was on the left and had a female’s restroom sign by it. On the right was a door with the men’s sign, then the door at the end of the hall had a sign that read ‘OFFICE’ in bolded letters.
Heading straight for the men’s room, Ichigo was glad to see that it was a single person’s bathroom with a lock on the door. ‘I wonder why these are soundproofed?’ Ichigo thought to himself.
‘It’s obvious isn’t it? It’s so the employees have some privacy,’ the voice said in a matter of fact way.
‘Privacy?’ he felt a trickle of sweat run down his face as the word rang in his head. He felt his face get hot, the train of thought quickly going down hill. ‘Privacy…’ Ichigo sank against the door until he was sitting against it, his legs turned to jello as images filled his head. His eyes closed as his fantasy began to play out in his mind.
A muscular form above him leaned against his smaller body, trapping it on the large feather bed. The man ground his hips into Ichigo’s, being rewarded with a throaty moan, Grimmjow’s lips curved in to a smirk. He wanted to devour those sexy smirking lips, but Grimmjow placed a finger over his lips, the smirk never leaving his handsome face. A hand thumbed the edge of his shirt then lifted it up until it was bunched under Ichigo’s chin. Grimmjow’s hand left feather like touches along his neck and shoulders, pausing at his rosy nipple. Taking the nub between two slender fingers he rolled and pinched it hard enough to cause pain yet soft enough to create pleasure that made Ichigo’s groin tingle.
It didn’t take long before the nub was a hard peak, then the hand turned its attention to the still soft twin of the first’s. Ichigo moaned, tossing his head back as his second nipple was wonderfully tortured. While one of Grimmjow’s hands worked his chest, the other made it way down his stomach. The light brushing of Ichigo’s skin sent a ripple of anticipation through his body.
Tha hand reached the waist band of his pants and hastily undid the zipper and button, then in one swift motion pulled it down. The sudden rush of cool air on his throbbing member caused him to gasp and arch his back. Ichigo nearly yelled as the cold hand grasped his shaft. The thumb played with the slit that was leaking pre-cum. Slowly, Grimmjow’s hand started to pump, the pace was unbearable but Ichigo could only voice his displeasure with an unhappy mewl.
The man was still smirking at him, but didn’t say anything and increased his speed. The teen withered under the strong solid body, Grimmjow’s hand was now moving even faster and periodically squeezed his erection as he pumped. Ichigo was almost at the edge, his knuckles white from holding the silk sheet so tightly. The moans left his mouth one after another and his breathing became erratic.
When he came, he came hard and fast. Ichigo’s vision turned a blinding white, his hips arching off the tiled floor and his cum covering his bare stomach. He dwelled in the euphoria, his ragged breathing slowly evening out as he came back to his senses. Ichigo looked at his messy stomach and frowned. Luckily his pants hadn’t been soiled but now he had to wash the sticky white substance off in the sink. He sighed and scooted across the floor on his butt, not wanting the cum to dribble all over his pants if he stood up.
He pulled some paper towels from the dispenser and wiped of his stomach. When he had the majority cleaned off Ichigo stood and grabbed some more of the towels and dampened them in the sink. After finishing his clean up, Ichigo pulled up his pants and straightened out his clothes.
Looking in the mirror above the sink and staring at himself for a full minute, realization finally hit Ichigo. ‘What the hell did I just do?!’ It was completely unthinkable, but for some reason he had actually done it. It almost felt like something had prodded him to do it. --------------------------
Sooo I gave ya a nibble of nummies yeah? Next chapter will be up soon : D Much sooner than this update took anyways.
Ahahhahahahahhahha *dies laughing* BOB . This was brilliant XD and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'd love to see Ulquiorra screwing Ishida somewhere ahaha, Arrancer-bar got my expectations high for everything and everyone!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOB!!!!!!!!!!! OMFGLOL Awesome!!!! It made me laugh so much >w< Damn I love this serie!!!! I was really looking forward for this update!!!! And it's gorgeous!!!! I love it love it love it yummy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *¬*