[A.N. I've always loved the idea of concubine Ichigo and after fleshing out a plot to my friend, I'm finally writing it out! I hope you guys enjoy it.]
Ichigo held back the thinly veiled disgust as the man yanked at his long hair, grunting as he thrust into him over and over again. He closed his eyes trying to think of the mysterious man from his dreams, imagining that it was he who was caressing his hips with his large hands instead of the portly man gripping hard enough to bruise, that it was the hot breath of his angel and not the slobbery breath of the customer. He shuddered as he envisioned eyes that glowed supernaturally and the pearly white teeth like a predator, grimacing when the man plowing into him released inside him and praised himself, thinking that Ichigo had shuddered because of his sexual prowess. Ichigo rolled over onto his back and scoffed when the man left after throwing a few bills at him. He groaned in protest as semen dripped out of his hole, deciding he needed a shower as soon as possible so he could get ready for his next customer.
He hated working at this brothel but he didn't have a choice. It was either this or…. He shuddered at the idea and shook his head to clear his thoughts. It would do no good to dwell and as long as he did as he was told, nothing would happen.
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Grimmjow bristled as his personal space was invaded yet again by another woman, his discomfort unnoticed as his friend brayed loudly. Nnoitra had become fast friends with Grimmjow, his brash personality a welcome change from the cowering workers* and unashamed* men and women who threw themselves at him. He sighed inwardly as Nnoitra continued praising the brothel he was being dragged to, deciding he would go to entertain his friend's wishes but hell if he would touch any of them. Concubines and whores were the lowest of the low, using their bodies for money. He scoffed and hesitated before entering the establishment foyer. He looked around mildly confused over the fancy decor and gilded banisters. His father had always told him that these places were filthy and full of disease and to be mindful of pickpockets.
He was brought to attention when Nnoitra threw his lanky arm around Grimmjow's broad shoulder. "So I signed you up for the beauty of this establishment, I know you aren't about the women so I arranged for you to meet Zan. Apparently he's booked weeks ahead but lucky you, one of his appointments freed up." He gave Grimmjow a toothy grin and pushed him towards the timid looking woman waiting for his attention and waved as he began walking away. "I'm off to see my bitch, so I'll we you later. Enjoy!"
Grimmjow raised a single eyebrow as the woman asked him to follow her. He slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers and sauntered behind her, ignoring the heated looks from the lecherous women. He frowned when she brought him to a red door and bowed, taking her leave. He blinked and rubbed his neck wondering if he was supposed to knock when a voice lilted from behind the door, telling him to come in.
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Ichigo sat on the bed arranging his silk robes haphazardly carefully in a way that would look arousing and mentally prepared himself by envisioning his blue haired angel. He heard the tattletale tinkling of the bell signalling that he had a visitor and called for his customer to come in, grimacing when his voice cracked. He was not prepared however when the very man that had been plaguing his dreams walked in. He flushed and blinked, resisting the urge to rub his eyes. Was he dreaming?