Drag Till You Drop!
Summary: Being a drag queen is hard, especially when you get around. When you target one judge, how much harder can it get?
Eyeshadow was a necessity. The heels were a pregame trophy. The hair… The hair meant everything. It framed the face, making or breaking a good costume. To Ichigo Kurosaki, this was not a costume. It was the light of his life, the thing that kept him breathing. It sounded overrated in his head, but he knew that was the truth.
In his dark days before the beauty he was today, he had been a depressed lonely teenager with nothing to him but a messed up childhood. Now though, he was Strawberry Love. A woman who loved all men, in more ways than their small minds could imagine. His brown eyes flickered as he put on a red lipstick, the color contrasting well with his pale skin and freckle dusted cheeks. He was a beauty not to be messed with, and everybody knew it.
He put a finger into his mouth, slowly drawing it out with a small pop. He wiped his finger off before looking up, half the men on set staring at him with lustful eyes. They all cleared their throats before quickly going back to their jobs, Ichigo satisfied that he could make any man want him. He perked up his boobs, standing up from his seat and fixing his dress. It was a long beautiful black one, a white underlayer showing at his chest.
He walked over to where his friend Rukia was sitting, her hands moving quickly as she sorted through the contestants for the night. He threw his arms around her neck, swaying his hips enticingly.
"Why are you all work and no play?" He asked with a pout, Rukia furrowing her brow as she shrugged off his embrace.
"I am not," she interjected, standing up from her seat but barely coming to his shoulders.
"I understand you love being Strawberry Love, but please not with me," Rukia sighed, Ichigo's flirtatious eyes becoming darker as he gave her a small frown.
"Still not used to this?" He asked, Rukia shaking her head.
"I may help raise the money, but that doesn't mean I like being hit on by guys dressed as women," she responded with airy sarcasm, telling Ichigo that she might have liked it just a little bit. He let it slide and nodded half seriously, allowing his lips to form a cheeky smile.
"Well darling, I must seduce one of these, "guys dressed as women". Don't want my bed to get cold now do I?" Rukia rolled her eyes but a small smile graced her lips, telling Ichigo he had achieved his goal.
"Any people in mind?" Ichigo asked with a twinkle in his eyes, Rukia putting a finger to her chin thoughtfully.
"We do have a guest judge, but I heard he has a wife," Rukia answered, Ichigo smiling wider as he thought of turning a straight man into one of his toys.
"Married or not, he obviously has a secret if he's deciding to work here," Ichigo said with a sly grin, Rukia snorting as she walked past him with a small stride in her step.
"Be careful what you get yourself in to Ichigo. Not all people want to be pursued." Ichigo rolled his eyes, looking at himself in a nearby window before heading out to the judge table to attack his latest conquest.
He passed by a few new age drag queens, their makeup a tad less colorful than his own. He merely gave them a small nod, one of the drag queens stopping dead in their tracks once they recognized his presence.
"Oh my god it's really Strawberry Love! Kon it's him!" One of them gushed, Ichigo giving them a bright smile as he wondered if he could make these new drag queens scream in his bed.
An orgy didn't seem all that bad, since the last one he had occured a year before. He talked with them for a while as the youngest looking one gushed, Ichigo eyeing down his slimmer body with lecherous intent.
"Do you have anything planned tonight?" Ichigo asked, the younger one whose name he figured out was Shinji, blushing red as he fiddled with his thumbs.
"I can make myself available." Ichigo smiled, more than intrigued by the blondes want for adventure. He extended his hand, offering it to the short blonde.
"Let me show you backstage, have you ever been back there before?" He asked, his friend Kon quickly stepping in.
"We actually have to finish getting ready," he interjected, Shinji shooting him a glare. Kon grabbed Shinji's arm and practically dragged him away, taking with him Ichigo's hope for an orgy.
He sighed as he continued on his path to see the new judge, hoping this time he would get more lucky. He sped up his steps to reach the new judge before the contest started, seeing the table but no judges. There was only a man with blue hair, the strands spiked up and some strands falling over his face.
Ichigo pursed his lips, the blue haired man more dominant than his usual conquests. He was no stranger to being bottom, but he couldn't help but wonder if the guy even knew how to make another man scream.
Ichigo turned away from the man, his long orange hair swaying behind him. He took out a coin, looking at both sides. Heads, he would try to pursue the man. Tails he would try to find the blonde again.
He nodded before throwing up the coin, gasping when a hand caught it midair.
"What are you betting on beautiful?" Ichigo felt a rush go down his spine, holding back a moan as he looked over his shoulder to see the blue haired man standing behind him.
"And why should I let you know?" Ichigo asked with a sly smile, turning on his charm full force. The blue haired man chuckled, dropping the coin into Ichigo's open hand.
"My name is Grimmjow, but if you like you can call me your next date." Ichigo smiled wider, turning around to face Grimmjow fully.
"And is my next conquest prepared for a rough night?" Ichigo purred, Grimmjow leaning in close.
"No, you gotta earn that Strawberry," Grimmjow teased, Ichigo raising an eyebrow. He moved in closer, their lips only centimeters away from each other.
"And how can I do that?"
Grimmjow opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by a call of his name, Ichigo looking to the judges who were lined up by their seats. Grimmjow sighed, Ichigo pouting softly.
"We shall finish this later," Grimmjow growled playfully, Ichigo feeling unbearably hot and bothered.
He blinked, looking down to the coin.
It was heads.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the weekly drag queen event!" Rukia smiled as the crowd cheered, the club more filled than normal.
"I want to thank all of you for coming, for tonight is a special night. Our lovely flirt of the night is here, Strawberry Love is in the building!" Ichigo heard the screams and felt a part of him warm with joy, smiling slyly as he closed his eyes and took it in.
"Without further ado, I introduced our guest judge of the night! Grimmjow Jeagerjaques!" Ichigo filed his nails as he watched Grimmjow walk onto the stage, his loins burning with want. Grimmjow looked over the crowd with the smugness of a lion trapping its prey, his body posture lazy but demanding of attention.
Ichigo somewhat listened as he spoke, his eyes looking over his muscular body. He was a gem indeed.
"Strawberry Love?" The voice was so soft Ichigo almost didn't hear it, his eyes shifting to look at the small blonde behind him. Ichigo's face lit up, Shinji blushing as he averted his eyes.
"Would you be mad, if I told you I had a boyfriend?" Shinji asked, Ichigo's mind going into overdrive as he thought of all the delicious things he could do with the blonde.
He didn't care much for relationships, but if the blondies man was interested in a threesome, Ichigo could easily work it out.
"Would you like him to join us?" Ichigo asked softly, turning on his charm, Shinji's eyes lighting up. His look of awe quickly turned into doubt, his teeth biting worriedly onto his lip.
"I'm not sure," the blonde whispered, Ichigo sliding a hand up his mini dress.
"Then it's best he doesn't find out, isn't it?" Shinji gasped softly, his eyes becoming darker the higher Ichigo's hand went.
"You would sleep with anyone, wouldn't you?" Shinji whispered as Ichigo's hand neared his groin, Ichigo grinning widely.
"No, only with those I find most pleasing." Ichigo leaned down, licking Shinji's ear and forcing a small moan from him.
"But now is not the time, now is it?" Ichigo whispered, teasing his member with his fingers before pulling away completely. He walked away just when Grimmjow finished his speech, leaving Shinji hot and bothered more than ever. These were the perks of being Strawberry Love. Everyone lusted after him, idolized him. He had everything he ever wanted in life.
Drag had given him meaning, given him purpose. And to think once upon a time he had been some lonely loser made him sick.
He was respected, he was lusted over, he was chased by every man, straight or gay. He had his life under his thumb, controlled with little drama and even less complicated relationships.
He was invincible.
But when he took all this off, who was he really? Ichigo looked into the mirror, fixing his makeup.
Behind all of this glam, fame, and endless sex, who was the real man behind of it? Who woke up every morning with more regret than he deserved to own?
Who woke up in a world where he didn't exist?
Who was, Ichigo Kurosaki?