Dare
Yes, I wrote this while listening to the Dare album by the Human League so was inspired. Um, sorry for any scarring. My friend requested this and she wanted it to be graphic, so here it is. Um, this is yaoi, so stop reading if you don't like this stuff. It's M for a reason. Um, it's GrimmjowXYammy! Lol!
Obviously I own nothing; otherwise it wouldn't be a fanfic!
"So that, Grimmjow, means that once again, you lose everything!"
Grimmjow grimaced. Why, oh why, was it that he could never win ANYTHING at poker? Maybe he was playing the wrong people. He looked round the table at his mates, Ulquiorra Schiffer, Nnoitra Jiruga, Szayel Aporro-Grantz and Tia Halibel. Every last one of them was bloody grinning. Yeah, definitely the wrong people. They enjoyed kicking his ass; no chance of them going easy on him...
"Well tough luck!" sighed Grimmjow, "I ain't got anything on me! I'm skint!"
Nnoitra leaned forward, a grin plastered all over his sadistic, one-eyed face.
"Well, then, I'll give you a task! A dare!"
Grimmjow gulped back some of his beer.
"I'm listening..."
The people round the table snickered. They knew about Nnoitra's dares. Nnoitra leaned in very close to Grimmjow, his grin growing wider and wider!
"See that man over there?"
Grimmjow turned to follow the tall man's gaze. A huge man was sitting hunched over the bar, nursing a Bloody Mary. Grimmjow knew who he was. Yammy Riyalgo. The dude was practically avoided by everyone in town. And not without reason either. The guy practically tried to kill anyone who dared to try and insult him! He has such a huge ego! And, okay, so he was pretty big and intimidating, but HE HAD NO BRAIN! Grimmjow despised talking to the guy, it was like talking to a six year old.
"What about him?"
"Sleep with him."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?????"
Grimmjow gaped at the man, eyes wide and staring! Was the guy outta his mind? Firstly, he couldn't stand Yammy! As Ulqui would say, he was trash. And secondly, HE WASN'T GAY! What the hell Nnoitra?!
"Awww, is poor liddel Gwimmkitty scawed?" Szayel cooed.
Grimmjow flushed bright scarlet. He was not scared.
"I'M NOT SCARED! Your idea is just ridiculous!"
There was a lot of tittering from around the table from everyone but Ulqui, who remained stony faced as always.
"I think someone's chicken!" grinned Halibel.
"I am NOT chicken!!" Grimmjow yelled.
Nnoitra smirked.
"So do it."
"FINE!"
Grimmjow stood up, and threw back the whole of his can of bitter in one. With the back of his hand he wiped his mouth clean and marched right over to the humungous guy sat hunched over the counter.
"Ummm..."
Grimmjow stammered and spluttered, looking anywhere but the big guy. It would be an understatement to say he was nervous. He was fuckin' terrified!
"WHADDYA WANT?!" he roared.
Grimmjow sighed with relief inwardly. The guy was drunk. If he got him plastered, he might not even remember what they were about to do tomorrow morning and Grimmjow could slip out and pretend it never happened.
Yeah right!
Like Nnoitra would ever let him forget it.
Well, here goes nothing.
"Can I buy you a drink Riyalgo-sama?"
The guy muttered something that sounded like 'asshole' but nodded. Grimmjow took a deep breath and yelled at a guy to get him two large glasses of vodka. The guy raised an eyebrow at this, as did Riyalgo.
"A drinker, eh?" he asked.
I nodded. He laughed loudly and slapped me hard on the back. I felt all the breath shoot out of me and was left winded! That guy was as tough as he looked clearly. I gave a half-hearted grin.
"Two vodkas."
Clearly the guy had a sense of humour. He handed us two pint glasses filled to the brim with vodka. I stared, aghast. Riyalgo, on the other hand, gave another hearty laugh. He handed one glass to me, and grabbed his own. I watched in awe as the guy drained his glass in one!!!
"SAME AGAIN!" he boomed at the skinny, white haired guy behind the bar (who looked way too young to be behind a bar) who turned round and looked at him in disgust.
I, meanwhile, was staring at my glass. If I drank it, it would make my job so much easier, I could forget it all in the morning, and it would be all drunken frenzy. But if I did that, I wouldn't wake up in the morning to slip away.
In the time I had been sitting there, thinking about it, my pony-tailed companion had finished two more glasses, and was staring at me oddly over his fourth glass. I gaped. That guy could DRINK!
"Y'know," he breathed, "You're pretty smexy, wanna come back to my place?"
WHUT THE HELL???
Yeah, not much yaoi yet, but there will be in the later chapters! Hope you liked it