Holy motherfuckin' shit, dudes. Holy shit.
ChaiAndRiley are back, but they haven't updated Crimson Carribean yet because they're low-life faggots with no lifes.
Just kidding, I joke, I joke...
Anywho, uhhh... On with the det's on this juicy shiieeeet;
Hurrah, hurrah, A bleach fanfiction. Let Tite Kobo's chara's, make your body relish in their...sexiness.
Pairings: GrimmIchi, NnoiShin, Slight Ogichi/Ichi /twincest/.
Summary: Grimmjow's band, Hollywood Espada's have been hitting up the charts ever since they're big boost from a charity center. As the stars of the band quickly rise to the top, they're forced to hire and get new band members, and the Kurosaki brothers, Ichigo and Ogichi are the perfect fit. Will the uncoordinated band get their hands on the also quickly rising stars? Why are the brothers so distant? AU, slight twincest, yaoi in later chapters..
Songs used: Simon Curtis - Soul for Sale. AWOLNATION - Sail.
Shirosaki's electronic-like voice boomed through the speakers of the recording studio, his pale, almost see-through complexion shone lightly through the studio's dimmed lights, his gold-on-sclera eyes roamed through the music page and let his voice over-come him as he let a light smirk on his face when he heard his brother's, Ichigo Kurosaki's, own husky, slightly lighter voice resonate with his and make the perfect beat that only they knew.
He let the sketchy music flow towards his ear-drums, filling his whole body with the tunes that he himself and his brother wrote, getting familiar with the constant pulsing through-out the earphones that were plugged into his equally pale skin, contrasting oddly with his black clothing. He felt the upcoming tune and saw his brother open his mouth and he unconsciously let his exotic blue tongue run solemnly over his lips as he saw his brother sway his hips, his slightly long orange bangs falling into his eyes. Said boy blew them away irritably, his almost seemingly permanent scowl still present on his pristine features. The first verse came up sooner than he expected, and the albino let his eyes turn back to the page occupied by his other hand and began to sing, the words tumbling out of his mouth, mixed with his brothers created sweet harmony,
"Come baby listen there's some things you wanna know
But look at about this loveless I know where was gonna go
Until you let a proof now that you can try to show me
Other ways to go about it I already know
This is a relationship in which we make sacrifices
Tip it, cut it, split it up and leave the body paralized
Unable to be clear that you listened that you realized
That's just what you got, a deal, take the wedge and pay a price"
Shiro breathed in deeply and let his brothers' voice over-come his as he listened to the orange-haired male croon the speakers and his mind, he felt his brothers eyes on him again and smirked inwardly,
Hey!
What do you want me to say?
Tell me, are you ready?
Give you everything you wanna
Give me everything you need
I got a soul for sale, a soul for sale
Oh!
What do you want me to be?
Show me 'cause I want it
Give you everything you wanna
Give me everything you need
I Got a soul for sale, a soul for sale
Ichigo's P.O.V.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my brothers' gold-on-sclera eyes flick over to me for the first time. I swiftly looked away as his unnatural eyes stayed glued to me. I felt another stupid blush spread rapidly across my face and willed it away. I heard a muttered 'cute' from his brother and a scowl instantly flew onto my once more, satisfied when I felt Shiro look away. I felt warmth spread up from my toes as he practically sexually harassed the microphone, rubbing onto the firm stand and I thought of how much I wanted that to be me, before I shook my head again. The scowl only seeming to deepen as I felt another blush rise up.
"Forty days and forty nights you worked to seduce me
I listen to the lyrics and the song 'cause it amuse me
And I sing along and I last long decided to reduce me
To a puppet on the shelf to scream: "I'm puppet lessa, choose me!"
A tall, broad hooded figure made their way to a parked Mercedes Benz, throwing open the door and practically throwing themselves inside the well-built 80 thousand-dollar car. The figure slammed the door harshly, and turned the keys into the ignition and all-to-well ignoring the blasting music at the ear-splitting volume that was soon going to attract attention. Said figure unzipped his black hoodie and let it fall back to reveal an unruly disarray of blue hair, with equally blue eyes that were squinted in annoyance and what it seemed like from having one to none sleep from the last 48 hours.
His phone suddenly blared as he was snapping on his seatbelt, and he all but threw his seatbelt back into the socket, ignoring the harsh 'zipping' sound it made. He looked at the caller id that read 'Rangiku' on it with an annoying Korean pop song that she in no doubt had probably snuck onto there when he wasn't looking.
He sighed slightly, before praying for his life as he answered the phone and was struck with the sound of pounding music that he in no doubt thought it was a club sounding atmosphere,
"GRIMMIE-KINS!" A shrill, girlish voice struck his ears, and he made a sound between an animalistic growl and a groan, rubbing his callused palms through his hair, sighing out again automatically,
"What'd ya want?" Grimmjow heard a laugh from the other side of the phone-line and the sound of the music growing distantly and he assumed she was going somewhere quiet and he groaned inwardly at the thought of a long talk when all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Aw, no need to be mean Grimmie. We got some stuff to talk about."
Grimmjow whined out childishly over the phone and drug his hands through his hair. It was slightly his fault for apply to be in a band that would soon be at the top of the line kind of band. They had at least over million fans, and their records hit up the scoreboard on the album releases, and they had albums that were usually bought-out the day they released it.
Their band was slowly, but surely rising up to the top with their hits that got over millions of listeners and viewers.
He was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard Nelliel rambling on,
"We're going to have to let some of the band members go too, I mean, they aren't really even doing what they're supposed to be doing, and we're suffering from it. Nnoi, Stark, Syazell are fine, and Ulquiorra even agrees, so—"
"Whoa, whoa, get rid'a some a' the band members?" Grimmjow shook his head slightly at the idea but deep inside he knew it was true, and he couldn't agree more, "How do ya assume we do tha' exactly?"
He heard Neliell's child-like giggle through the phone and couldn't help but to roll his eyes at his child-like nature,
"Well…" She drew out, putting the band leaders nerves on edge and he bit his lip, pulling at his piercing and he scoffed lightly through the phone,
"Well, tell me ya' slow bitch!" He heard scuffling over the other side and sighed as he heard a quick intake of breath, a sign that the band members knew that nothing good would come from,
"What was that you mo-" Grimmjow smirked as his finger hovered over the 'end call' option and he pressed down menacingly and listened to the line go flat- no more bitching.
"Thank God," He turned up the volume of his expensive Sony speakers and listened to the new 'hit' song by these two twin brothers. He couldn't recall their names but he remembered one that had a smile on his face, Ichigo Kurosaki.
"Hah, what parents name their kid after a strawberry?"
Albeit, he had to admit this song was quite catchy. He let his thumbs beat against the steering wheel to the addictive beat.
"Hey? What do you want to say? Tell me I already gave you, everything you want now just give me everything I need. I gotta soul for sale, a soul for… sale…"
The blue-haired man raised his eyebrows with a thoughtful look, he recalled his busty backup singers' words for new band members and he smirked. He knew exactly who they should let into their band.
Speeding down the street, he let his thoughts consume him as he ignored the screeching over other people's tires and the aggravated screams and curses thrown at him. He cackled loudly and proceeded to flip each and everyone off.
Yep, the Kurosaki brothers' were in some deep trouble.
Grimmjow lit up a cigarette and he let 'AWOLNATION' play extraordinarily loud in the background of his apartment, effectively draining out the sounds of his cell phone ringing every 2 minutes.
He ran his electric blue eyes over the apartment complex, it was quite small and had tan buildings connected to each other with a small patio out front, depending on if you were in the corner. Palm trees blew profusely and some of the leaves from plants drifted calmly into the pool in the middle as apartments wrapped around it.
Grimmjow soaked in the late afternoon air and took a deadly inhale from his cancer stick. Blowing it out, he relaxed and put on his black framed glasses on with black lends, he hummed along to the nice tune of the music,
"This is how I show my love, I made it in my mind because, I blame it on my A.D.D. baby. This is how an angel cries; I blame it on my own sick pride. Blame it on my A.D.D. baby. Sail."
Something out in the corner of his eye distracted him, four figures emerged from a black limousine, one figure bringing up the front, two figures in the middle, and one bringing up the back.
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and scrutinized each one of them. The one in the back had a firm, but lanky build and his broad shoulders and muscular arms were alarmingly intimidating. He let his eyes go to one of the two people in the middle. He let his eyes run over the lithe, almost petite frame. He rose his eyes up to the peach skin of the slender neck that shone lightly in the pale night sky.
His blue eyes skimmed the perfect neck up to the attractive, yet cute features of said person. His eyes roamed almost hungrily over the smooth, without a doubt soft skin, and his eyes skimmed over the firm jaw to the full, pouty mouth towards a set of amber eyes that had almost everyone melting in their seats.
He smirked as he saw the scowl marring the boyish features. The black hood covered most of the mysterious beings' head. Said boy just happened to turn his head in his direction and their eyes caught for a mid-second, the boys scowl lightening in interest and he caught sight of orange hair before the boy was ushered behind a building that was most likely where he lived.
He recognized that hair anywhere, and the only one that he knew throughout the city that sported that vibrant hair color is none other than the well known Ichigo Kurosaki.
Ichigo practically fell face-forward onto the queen bed presented to him in the apartment and curled up into the blankets, making a cocoon around him. Ichigo positively purred as warmth seeped into his afternoon chilled skin and awkwardly stripped his clothes off from under the blankets, leaving him only in his black, loose boxers.
His slender arm wiggled out from under the blankets and he tossed his discarded clothes some random direction, deciding that he would take care of it later. Something in the back of his head was nagging him about the blue-haired stranger he had seen just across the way on the second floor that had been staring at him intently, looking as if he was looking into Ichigo's soul.
He shivered in what could only be explicit excitement as he remembered the icy-blue color eyes and he remembered a distinct line of blue-eyeliner under both of his eyes. Ichigo remembered the smug smirk on the mysterious man's face.
He shook off the thoughts of the attractive stranger, and buried his face deeper in the silky sheets of the bed, dozing off every so often. He awoke to the door opening not so quietly and owlishly blinked his sleep-glazed eyes as he felt the bed shift and settle down.
A few seconds later, a pair of pale arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him into a hard chest and Ichigo groaned childishly, burying himself deeper in his blankets. He heard a slightly muffled laugh through the blanket and peeked through the opening to glare at his brother who simply placed a chaste kiss against his down turned mouth and Ichigo couldn't control the blush that made it's way onto his cheeks and glared angrily at his brother,
"Shiro..." His voice sounded husky from not talking for an extended time and Shirosaki's mocking laugh only made him want to bury back into the covers and hide for a day or two. He chose to do such and hid under the covers, out of his older twins' seductive gaze.
Ichigo felt tugs against the blanket and let out childish groans and swatted the attempts at peeling the covers off and finally gave up at Shirosaki's advances and let him see his sleepy features. Shiro smirked lightly before opening the blanket a few more inches and pressing his lips against Ichigo's full, pouty ones, the albino tucked his hands under the blanket and Ichigo shuddered as his pale, cold hands made contact with Ichigo's sleep-warmed skin. He dragged his hands lazily over the lithe, skinny figure and felt Ichigo tense up. Shirosaki sighed, Ichigo has always been skittish around his sexual advances, only letting him go as far as a blowjob or grinding.
As soon as Ichigo seemed to relax he moved further, running his hands over Ichigo's seemingly flawless skin, and pressing a light a kiss onto his lightly-freckled nose before stopping all together before he lost control. This kid would be the death of him. He started stripping out of his clothes until he got to his boxers and opened the blanket up for him to squeeze into and spooned Ichigo's back against his light-skin toned chest. Shirosaki ignored the whining complaints and held on tighter to his waist and burrowed his face into the soft layers of orange-hair in front of him and felt the orangette relax in his grip and they both soon dozed off into a dream-less sleep.
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~ChaiAndRiley