Slutty
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Pairing: Ichi-Harem. Grimmjow, Nnoitra, Stark/Ichi
Word Count: 135 (only actual Drabble)
Slutty
Sighing, Ichigo tugged down the hem of his embarrassingly short white-shorts that barely cover his thighs, glaring at those who eye him without bothering to try and hide it.
His 'uniform', which Nnoitra declared 'slutty', Grimmjow 'proactive' and Stark 'annoying' (because it made him horny, and thus made him have to get up when he saw him...in more then one way) consisted of nothing more than a pair of too-short shorts, a vest that was kept open and stop halfway down his stomach and a pair of knee high boots.
Something slaps against his ass and Ichigo turns to glare, red faced in embarrassment, at a grinning Nnoitra.
Sometimes he wondered why he stayed.
And then, of course, he remembered he had no choice. Being kidnapped is a bitch...
...and so is Nnoitra, actually.