Just something that I've been pondering for a long time.
Warnings: Violence. Blood. Sex. Exhibitionism. All in the same setting. If this makes you uncomfortable, please don't read any further.
This is NOT a rape fic, though. This fandom has had enough of those, thank you.
(Supermassive black hole by Muse makes a great background score for the fighting and E.T by Katy Perry for the fucking part)
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. I am but a poor college student.
Now since that's out of the way... Just sit back and enjoy.
Circus
Ichigo stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, studying himself.
What had possessed him to accept that invitation?
He'd just been coming out of the locker rooms in the underground fighting arena he visited, rejuvenated after a nice match, minding his own business.
That was when a creepy dude with a creepy grin had shown up, his straight blond hair hanging till his chin, a fedora sitting jauntily on his head.
He'd complimented his grace and style, and had pressed a card into his shirt pocket. Then, with barely another word, he turned and left, but not before sending another leery grin his way.
Ichigo just stood there for a moment, a little freaked out.
Who was that man, and how had he gained access to the fighters' exit? No one was supposed to be there, after all. The people running the matches were known for their security measures.
He decided he'd look at the card after he got home.
The minute he closed his front door behind him, he pulled the card out. It simply had the word 'Circus' on one face, printed in gold foil, the letters straight and sophisticated.
On the back, it had an address and a date.
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He knew it was a bad idea, but Ichigo went to the address just to satisfy his curiosity.
What he saw there blew his mind away.
'Circus' was a club.
A sex club. A sex club that specialised in kink. His kind of kink. How had that blond known?
The entrance was nothing great. It didn't even have a sign board, but that wasn't such a big deal. Heck, it was to be expected. It looked like a normal building, with a dark wooden door.
The bouncer was a tall man with a weird star shaped afro. He said nothing, simply held his hand out, waiting for something. Ichigo blinked a moment before pulling out the card he'd been handed and giving it to the man.
The afro dude nodded and pressed something on his iPad.
A bombshell of a woman with long green hair appeared out of the shadows from inside the club. She was wearing a sleeveless black vest and a scandalously short green denim miniskirt.
"You must be the one Shinji was talking about!" she chirped, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the darkness with her. Ichigo marveled at how she was able to move so well even when it was pitch black. He managed to stumble behind her blindly.
"Today you're just sitting in the audience, and after the show is over, I'll come and take you to Shinji so he can talk to you. Oh, and while you're here, put your phone on silent, okay? And no photos or videos allowed. We trust you won't break our rules?"
Her voice was slightly childish and she sounded cheerful enough, even when she was subtly threatening him.
They entered a hall which was shrouded in the same darkness, save for a single light that illuminated what appeared to be a boxing ring, raised to about 5 feet above the floor. The hall had to be quite big, considering he could hear the quiet murmurs of a lot of people.
He was pushed into a nice, comfortable arm chair facing the ring, and his shoulder was squeezed before the woman's presence vanished.
A bell chimed, and two men walked out into the ring, one a lithely muscular man with spiky black hair and a '69' tattoo on his face, and the other more stocky, well built with short silver hair. They faced off with each other, sizing each other up. When the bell chimed again, they flew at each other, throwing punches and kicks faster than Ichigo could keep up.
Then, when the larger man successfully had the brunet pinned down, the slighter man arched his back, grinding his obvious erection into the other man's hips. The mewling growl that he made sent a shot of fire straight to Ichigo's crotch.
Oh.
Oh.
Ichigo couldn't even try to fight his own growing arousal, seeing the men on stage indulge in what had to be most brutal sex Ichigo had ever seen, coming close only to his own deepest, darkest fantasies. They were scratching, biting, clawing at each other as they literally tore each others' clothes off, blood smearing their skin as they came together violently.
Ichigo shuddered in his seat, gripping the armrests tight enough that his finger tips began to ache. He could hear moans in the audience, and the smell of sex became stronger as people around him gave in to their needs and began taking care of themselves. It took every shred of control he had to not join them.
The smell of blood and sweat tantalised his nose, made him salivate. The need to inflict pain, to have pain inflicted on him, was so great that Ichigo practically whined. What he wouldn't give to be on that stage right now...
When the two on stage reached climax, Ichigo came without even touching himself.
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True to her word, the woman came to retrieve him after the 'show' was over.
"I'm guessing you enjoyed the show?" she asked, teasing.
Ichigo blushed bright red, feeling embarrassed despite himself. It was a sex club, for god's sake! Nothing to be embarrassed about coming in your pants.
He blushed more.
They walked along a dimly lit hallway, and before long, they came to a stop at the door.
The woman knocked.
The door opened, and Ichigo squinted his eyes, momentarily blinded by the bright light. He entered the room to find the creepy blond from a week ago seated behind a large desk.
"Good evening, Ichigo." The man smiled, extending one hand which Ichigo shook firmly, despite his apprehension. "I'm Shinji, the owner of Circus. I hope you had a nice experience today?" He grinned, looking pointedly at the front of Ichigo's pants.
Ichigo growled, pulling his t-shirt lower. "Maybe I did. So what?"
Shinji giggled, his hands raised in the 'I'm backing off now' signal. "Whoa, no need to get so defensive, Ichi-chan. I just wanted to talk business with you, that's all."
The orange haired man cocked an eyebrow. "Business?"
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Ichigo didn't know how Shinji had figured it out about him, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
He was going to be in that ring today. After that fateful day a week prior, and drawing up an agreement with Shinji, he had been almost vibrating with excitement, impatient for his night to come.
And it was finally here.
"Ichigo, time to move!" The green haired woman (she'd told him to call her Nel) poked her head into his dressing room, her green-gray eyes big and expectant.
"Coming!" Ichigo gripped the sides of the mirror, inhaling deeply to ground himself.
He was retaining the stage name he used in his other underground matches, so he had to look the part as well. He checked his golden coloured lenses, and crunched and swallowed the blueberry candy he had been sucking on. He stuck his tongue out to examine it, and was satisfied to see it had taken on a nice, dark blue colour from the treat.
Then he turned and strode out the door.
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Since he was a newbie, Shinji had to formally introduce him to his patrons.
He called Ichigo forward using his stage name, and as he moved to his corner, Ichigo felt a chill roll down his spine. He felt a singular piercing stare on his body, starkly different from the lustful and excited gazes of his audience. This one felt dangerous, predatory.
Hungry.
That was when Shinji smirked at him, and turned to call his opponent for the night.
The Panther King.
Ichigo felt his breath catch at the sight of the man walking into the light, taking up position on the other corner of the ring. He had to be some sort of Greek statue come to life. He was well built and tall, each of his muscles defined in their perfection. His skin was a golden tan, unblemished except for a vicious looking scar that cut across his chest, and a few smaller scars on his left shoulder. He was wearing nothing more than sturdy-looking black leather boots and loose brown cargo pants that settled low on his sinfully cut hips. The cherry on the cake, however, was the man's face. Proud cheek bones, a straight nose, sapphire blue eyes that were filled with blood lust and crazed glee, complimented his wide, shark like grin. All of this was topped off with a head of thick, tousled cyan hair.
Even as they moved to take their positions, all Ichigo could think of was how good he would look with blood spattered and speckled on his perfect features. Ichigo shuddered in delight as he flicked his butterfly knife open and closed, open and closed, waiting for the bell to signal the start of their match.
The panther king stood at one corner of the stage, watching with a manic grin as Ichigo stood opposite him with an unhinged grin of his own. The blue haired man threw back his head and laughed, enjoying the challenge presented in the golden eyes of his opponent, a challenge that he didn't have the pleasure of seeing often. Oh, this one promised to be wicked fun.
Ichigo's bright hair was sticking up impossibly, and his slightly boyish features were the personification of impish, demonic glee. The golden lenses reflected the light eerily as they conveyed his desire for carnage, for gore. His figure was lithe, sleek, streamlined, like a cheetah's or a shark's. He had an air of playfulness about him, but the Panther King knew better. He was decked out in a black sleeveless tank top and a pair of dark green cargo pants which were tucked into black, knee high leather boots that had a series of silver buckles running down one side. His belt's unusually large buckle peeked out from under his shirt, glinting and drawing attention to his crotch.
Another glint from behind his thigh revealed slender fingers toying with a butterfly knife.
The Panther King licked his lips in anticipation of sinking his fangs and claws into that divine body. Their patrons were in for a treat tonight.
Shinji vanished into the darkness, and the bell chimed.
Ichigo ran at the Panther, his knife poised to slice into a toned pectoral, but he was intercepted and caught, his momentum used against him as the bigger man threw him nearly halfway across the stage. Ichigo tucked and rolled, neatly springing up, ready to attack again.
They continued back and forth like that, Ichigo attacking, the Panther artfully dodging, and vice versa. The blue haired man fought like a demon, completely uninhibited and no holds barred. Ichigo felt his adrenaline really kick in, relishing in evading the Panther.
Ten minutes in and they had yet to land a serious blow on each other, much too satisfied with simply playing with their opponents. They circled each other; the Panther doing so with a cocky grin on his face as he openly visually undressed Ichigo. Ichigo responded by playfully exaggerating the swish of his hips, twirling once so the other man could have a good look at all of him before smirking knowingly and waggling his eyebrows, enjoying teasing the other man.
"Aren't you a little minx," the Panther drawled, noting that his voice drew a shudder from the orange haired man.
Ichigo felt that voice like it was literally rubbing itself against his body, it was so goddamned low and gravelly. "Yes, yes I am," he purred back.
"You know you want me to pound you into the rubber, so why don't you just hand that pert ass over?"
"Ha, we'll see who's pounding into who in a while, won't we?" Ichigo shot back, licking his lips slowly and making sure the other caught a glimpse of his unnaturally blue tongue, tilting his chin up so he could look at the other man down his nose.
The Panther cocked an eyebrow, liking the boy's attitude. Shinji had been right, this one was a real catch.
"Big words coming from a little man." Grimmjow scoffed, before barely ducking and avoiding the knife that had been aimed at his jugular when Ichigo had sprung at him out of the blue.
The Panther cursed loudly, retaliating with a right hook that Ichigo dodged. The orange haired man laughed; seeing the big man pissed off was supremely satisfying.
Ichigo moved in for the kill but the other man swiftly sidestepped, grabbed his wrist and twisted harshly, making him drop the knife with a pained gasp. The Panther quickly kicked the knife into a corner, before letting him go and falling back.
Ichigo hunched over slightly, gripping his wrist and glaring at him.
"Not so cocky now, are we?" The Panther King grinned, watching the golden eyes flash murderously.
Ichigo growled, and the Panther flew at him, and Ichigo launched himself at the other man in a flurry of kicks and punches. His fist impacted with a jaw, drawing first blood, but his joy was short lived as he received a painful kick right in his solar plexus.
The Panther King spat blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, watching impassively as his opponent gasped in pain and staggered, clutching his injured core. The boy was still standing though, and Grimmjow was impressed. He had meant to punch him in the face, get some blood flowing, but something in him didn't want to. The boy's face was much too beautiful for that. Looked like he'd just have to make him bleed from other places on his body.
Before the boy could recover, he dove in again, but Ichigo managed to land a round house kick to Grimmjow's side. The man was hardly winded though, and rained a volley of punches at Ichigo's centre, most of which Ichigo managed to dodge. He still gave as good as he got, and pretty soon they were practically ripping each other apart, clawing, tearing, blood oozing out of cuts from their arms and stomachs.
Ichigo was caught unawares when the bigger man tackled him to the floor though, and soon began wrestling the other off in earnest, not noticing the other man's arousal till it was too late and the Panther ducked to find Ichigo's neck with his mouth and a feral snarl.
Ichigo fell deathly still, feeling sharp teeth digging into his Adam's apple. The Panther could simply bear down and rip his throat out if he wished, and Ichigo felt positive that the man wouldn't hesitate to do so if given an excuse.
That was when he felt the throbbing arousal pressed firmly against his hip.
Despite common sense telling him not to move and anger the predator at his throat, Ichigo arched upward, grinding his own hardened flesh into the man's bare stomach.
The Panther chucked lowly before raising his head, using one hand to roughly grab a fistfull of hair to yank the boy's head back and using the other to undo the heavy buckle. "Do you submit?"
Ichigo stopped writhing, and chose to glare petulantly at the man's smug grin. "I don't wanna."
The Panther threw his head back and laughed; oh this was just too precious. "That's not an option, sweetheart." He slid Ichigo's belt out of its loops, and squeezed the man's arousal a little too hard.
Ichigo keened. "Okay! Okay, I submit! Fuckin' fuck me already!"
He was rewarded with a harsh, punishing kiss full of teeth, and he moaned into the man's furnace of a mouth, tasting blood.
The big man pulled back suddenly, a quizzical look on his face. "Blueberry?"
Ichigo stuck his tongue out at the man, letting him see how he'd achieved the blue tongue effect.
"You're unbelievable," the blunet mumbled into his mouth between bites and licks, chuckling lightly.
"I- I know."
The Panther huffed and tore the black top off the slender man, eyes raking over the flesh that had bruised beautifully under his ministrations, small rivulets of blood forming a living tapestry on his purple and golden skin. "Fuckin' gorgeous." He murmured, before bending and biting harshly on a shoulder, hard enough to bring crimson welling to the surface.
He flipped Ichigo over and proceeded to just as violently rip the green pants off his hips, pleased to find no underwear for him to destroy. Ichigo began to wriggle in an attempt to turn and gain the upper hand, but that was quickly stopped when his ass was slapped sharply, and then squeezed.
The Panther draped himself over the slender form, holding him down using his body weight as he whispered into the boy's ear. "Grimmjow."
Ichigo had a hard time focusing on the syllables that were being rumbled into his ear, all his attention focused on the man's delicious weight pinning him down to the rubber surface of the ring."What?"
"My name is Grimmjow. Scream it nice and loud fer me," the Panther King, Grimmjow, purred into his ear, nipping at his earlobes.
Ichigo felt compelled to tell the other man his name, craved to hear it being spoken in the man's shiver inducing voice. "I'm I-Ichigo."
"Oh, I know your name, sweetheart. Shinji's told me all about you. Welcome to the family, I'll take good care of ya... Ichigo..." Grimmjow went back to the bite he made, licking at it and scraping his teeth along the tender skin to make his prey hiss in pain, relishing in the agonised noises.
Ichigo was completely out of it, his head filled with nothing but static, the voice of the predator echoing in his head and traveling down his spine to start a raging inferno in his core. His collection of bruises and scrapes throbbed in time to the pounding of his blood and the throbbing of his arousal where it was pressed into the floor. He struggled to move his hips, to get some sort of friction to relieve himself, but Grimmjow would have none of it, instead he bore down harder. Ichigo moaned brokenly, imploring his captor to show mercy.
The boy's moans were music to Grimmjow's ears, and he teased him a bit further before deciding to give him a bit of a reprieve. He reached out for the belt he had discarded earlier and used it to tie the boy's slender wrists together, ensuring that he'd be helpless to retaliate so Grimmjow could do whatever he pleased. He kneed his prey's legs apart, and used one hand to maintain a bruising grip on one hip while the other roughly plunged two fingers into his unprepared entrance.
Ichigo screamed at the breach, his entire body jolting forward in an attempt to get away from the pain, but he was held down firmly. He consciously focused on relaxing his muscles, and Grimmjow hummed his approval as his fingers moved a bit more easily. He withdrew from that tight, clutching heat, and unbuttoned his pants before completely shucking it off. He usually didn't bother with going completely nude, but he wanted to feel all of his prey's nubile skin on his own, wanted to feel the sweat and blood smear into their skin, anointing them as they performed the age old ritual of rutting. He spat into his palm, not willing to take the boy completely dry, and slathered himself till he was satisfied with the slick between his precome and his saliva.
Grimmjow draped himself over his prey's wonderfully sculpted back, shuddering as his nipples rubbed against sweaty shoulder blades. He latched onto the nape of Ichigo's neck, growling his dominance as the boy whimpered beneath him in pain and need. Before he could plunge into his prey's heat, however, he hesitated, cocking his head to listen to what he was trying to say.
Ichigo had to gulp several times before his voice came back to him. "I wwa- want to see you, want to see your face, ah," he managed to get out between gasps and shudders, praying for his request to be fulfilled. He wanted to see Grimmjow's face as he pounded him into the floor, needed to see those glorious eyes as he lost himself under his expert touch.
Grimmjow hummed next to his ears, massaging his hips as he seemed to contemplate what he'd just been asked. "What's the magic word, sweetheart?" He leered, teasing and tormenting the slender male beneath him.
"Puh- please!"
The blue eyed demon laughed, "Please what, I-chi-go?"
"Please, please fuck me!"
"You want me to fuck you on your back, with your legs in the air as I pound into your tight hole?"
"Yea- Yes! Please!"
Grimmjow snarled a savage, animalistic sound as he easily flipped his prey to lie on his back, before pulling his thighs apart and spearing him in one brutal thrust.
Ichigo howled and arched right off the floor, his bound hands clawing at each other in a failed attempt to ground himself. The pain was unimaginable, burning him and cleansing him completely. In this moment, there was nothing but the large man who was manhandling him oh so delightfully, bringing him pain and pleasure as he took Ichigo to highs he'd never considered possible, white hot flames flaring out from his core.
Then Grimmjow was bending forward, his punishing pace never wavering as he freed his wrists from the leather restrains. Ichigo immediately brought his hands around the man's shoulders, digging in with his fingers and tearing lines into the skin with his short nails. Grimmjow allowed it, and moved to bite and suck at a caramel nub, releasing the captured legs so they could wrap around his waist and pull him deeper into the orange haired man's welcoming body.
"Guh- ah- Grimm-jowww..." Ichigo moaned, feeling crackling energy coil at the pit of his stomach. "Harder- give it to me harder!"
The panther king grunted, licking long stripes along the boy's slender neck even as he tilted his hips and upped the pace so he was fucking Ichigo into the floor, ramming into his prostate with each violent stroke. They were covered in each others' sweat and blood, and they painted a picture that was beautiful in its unbridled violence: two feral creatures tangled in a thrilling, primal dance of lust, the basest of human desires.
"Ichigo," he grit out, squinting through the sweat dripping down his forehead and eyes to look at the beautiful creature he had reduced to this state. Ichigo's eyes were half lidded and lust addled, his hair a tousled mess, his cheeks flushed. His lips were swollen and kiss bitten, smudged with blood in one corner where Grimmjow had nipped him to assert his possession. His mouth was hanging open and a thin trail of saliva was visible down his chin, and the bigger man bent down to lick it away. When Ichigo's blue tongue came out to play, Grimmjow caught it between his teeth gently before letting it go and covering the pliant mouth with his own, savouring the sweet blueberry flavour.
Ichigo plowed his fingers through the man's brilliantly coloured hair and tugged at it, wanting to inflict some pain in return. He was edging closer and closer to that blessed white light, and his nose was filled with the scent of their blood and sweat, only a few moments more...
"Grimmjow!" he keened, the name coming out mangled as he felt white and blue spots explode behind his eyes, his teeth clacking together painfully as he grit them.
Grimmjow let out a guttural growl at the heavenly clenching sensation around him, practically milking his climax out of him. He thrust a few more times before freezing, his orgasm crashing into him with the force of a speeding Mack truck, and he collapsed onto his forearms, burying his face in a sweaty neck that smelled like salt and sandalwood. He was still buried to the hilt in Ichigo, and he was perfectly content with staying there.
Ichigo sleepily nuzzled into Grimmjow's temple, sighing at the boneless, euphoric feeling coursing through his body. The last thing he registered was cobalt blue eyes gazing at him intently, before the lights went out and everything was shrouded in black.
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