I can't believe this thing got so much attention! I see the whole fandom is filled with perverts, yeah? (I love you guys, you're just like me!) Since all of you were interested in a second chapter, here you are!

Thank you so much for the lovely reviews for the first chapter.

Warnings: Sexual content. Exhibitionism.Some D/s themes.Looong chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. I am but a poor college student.

Circus

Chapter 2

Ichigo came awake in what looked vaguely like a hospital room.

He was cleaned up and bandaged, and clothed in the baggy sweatpants he'd worn to the club. His entire body burned pleasantly, thanks to the numerous scars the Panther King, Grimmjow, had given him. He felt a phantom shudder pass through him as he imagined the intense cobalt eyes trained on him. What a experience that had been.

As he looked around the room, trying to find a shirt, the door opened and Nel walked in clad in her dominatrix outfit: thigh high black leather boots with stilleto heels, black vinyl booty shorts, a large buckled belt, a black vest that reached till an inch under her sizable bust. A riding crop hung off a belt loop at her hip, and black fingerless gloves adorned her hands, emphasising her graceful fingers. Not too flashy, but it still screamed sex and danger.

"How're you feeling?" she asked, carefully carding her hands through Ichigo's sweat-damp bangs, brushing them out of his face.

"Hmm, not too bad. Is your show over?"

"Nope, I'm up next."

Circus ran only on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and consisted of three shows per day. They had a lot of people in their employ, who did everything from blood kink to plain vanilla sex to shibari and self pleasure, both homosexual and straight and everything in between. Ichigo had met only a few people so far, and most of them seemed pretty nice, although a few of the were a bit on the creepy side.

Nel smiled widely at him, and retrieved a smart phone seemingly out of nowhere. "The people totally loved you tonight. Expect Shinji to stop by in a few minutes to congratulate you on your performance. He was over the moon."

Ichigo blushed, feeling a little hot under the collar. That's right, he just had the most mind blowing sex of his life in front of a live audience.

"Um, yeah..." he murmured, scratching the back of his head. "I have a question..."

"Shoot."

"I thought stage names were to keep our names secret? But Grimmjow and I said our names out loud. How does that work out?"

"Hey, don't worry about that. Grimmjow didn't say your name loud enough to be heard so it's still a secret. And everyone knows Grimm's name anyway, he's been here almost since the beginning. Almost everyone still prefer stage names. Yours is pretty strange though. Moon's fang? What's that about?"

"It's just something that I thought up. It sounded cool, so I decided to stick with it."

At that moment, Shinji burst into the room with a flourish. "Ah, there's my precious Ichi-chan!"

"Hey, Shinji."

Shinji beamed at him, his grin wide and teeth practically glowing. "Today was brilliant. They loved you!"

"I was just telling him the same thing," Nel spoke up, a matching grin on her own face.

Shinji pulled out a key ring from his pocket and tossed it to Nel with a smirk. "Renji was looking for you, better go find him. You start in ten minutes."

"Aye aye, boss!" And Nell was off, pausing at the door to give them a playful salute.

Shinji smiled at the woman's antics, before he pulled out a cheque book from inside his blazer. "This is your settlement. Congrats."

Ichigo's eyes widened at the amount mentioned. "Um, I think you put a couple of extra zeroes in here by mistake..."

The blond laughed. "No, no, it's not a mistake. Consider it a bonus. You've made a name for yourself with your show tonight. Would you consider a repeat performance?"

Ichigo frowned. "But you said it was a one time thing in the contract."

Shinji nodded. "Yes, but we can always draw up a new contract. I'd like it if you became a part of our family of regulars. Our patrons would be overjoyed, and you've managed to catch even Grimmjow's eye, and let me tell you that's a very difficult thing to do."

Ichigo blushed at the mention of the Panther King's name. "Uh, I'll have to think about it..."

"You really should consider it. And it doesn't have to be only the fighting, you know, there are a lot of things you could do. People would pay thousands to watch you put on a self pleasure show, you know?"

"What- that's-"

"I'm not kidding! Everyone likes watching hot people wank. And you're way beyond hot."

"Shinji, stop..."

"And if you stayed on, you could fuck Grimmjow more often, and I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you, you naughty boy?"

"Shinjiiii! Enough!" Ichigo almost whined, covering his face with his hands. "Why are you going on and on about Grimmjow anyway?"

"Because you have a crush on him, don't you? I know you do, look at that cute blush on your face. A strawberry coloured blush on a strawberry's face! How epic!" He cackled, clutching his stomach.

"Shinji! Don't call me that!"

Shinji calmed down, flicking tears of laughter from his eyes. "Ok, ok. Think about it and let me know, alright? I'll have to make promotions accordingly."

Ichigo nodded. Then he thought of something and blushed. "When you say I caught Grimmjow's eye... How do you know that?"

Shinji noticed the fire-engine red blush on the boy's face, but wisely chose not to comment on it. He'd simply been teasing the boy, but it seemed like Ichigo really did have a crush on the Panther King. "Well, the fact that he actually carried you here and patched you up himself says something. Usually he just lets the nurse do it, so I guess that was special treatment you got? Too bad you were conked out to notice him running those large rough hands all over your body, gently caressing you as he wiped you down and treated all your love bites and-"

"SHINJI!"

"What, you were the one who asked!"

"Shut up. Just- shut up." Ichigo flopped back down on the bed and hid his face in the pillow to hide his mortification and the furious blush that felt like his face was burning off.

"So you planning on becoming a regular?" Shinji prodded, toothy grin on his face. What? He was a persistent bastard.

Ichigo huffed. "Okay. But it's only because the money is good."

"Whatever you say, Ichigo. We'll draw up contracts later, ok?"

Ichigo mumbled something incomprehensible and waved him off.

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When Ichigo came back to Circus, it was a week later.

His contract was finalised, and it was determined that he would have three shows a month, all of them on Saturdays. The amount he would be paid was staggering, but Shinji brushed him off by saying that it was a heck of a lot lesser than what some of the other performers made. Ichigo felt slightly faint at that.

Apparently there were people who were willing to pay stupid amounts of money to watch people fuck on a stage.

As Ichigo and Shinji argued about how Ichigo should spend all the money (Shinji kept insisting that he take Ichigo out clothes shopping to buy some stuff for his performances), there was a knock on the door.

Ichigo turned around in time to see Grimmjow letting himself into the room, clad in dark blue jeans and a white button up shirt that clung to his muscles. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, putting his prominent veins on display. His deep blue gaze seemed to cut into his soul.

The first words out of his mouth were "Your eyes are brown."

Ichigo felt his insides riot at the man's sinful voice. "Yeah. The gold eyes and blue tongue are trademarks of my stage name."

The man gave him a smirk. "So you're a regular now?"

Ichigo fought not to squirm and throw himself at the man. "Yeah, I guess I am."

Shinji coughed to get their attention, subtly teasing Ichigo. "I'll let you two at it, then. I'll be at the box, come get me when you're done."

"Wait, Shinji-" Ichigo panicked, damn Shinji was doing this on purpose!

But Shinji had already flitted through the doors, and the Panther King was looking at him with an amused smirk on his face.

"Er..."

Grimmjow chuckled, the sound low and warm, and Ichigo felt a shiver skitter down his spine. "Relax, sweetheart, I'm not gonna eat you. I just wanted to discuss something."

Ichigo hoped he wasn't blushing. "Discuss what?"

Grimmjow leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, resting an elbow on the arm rest and his chin in his palm. "Would you like to do a D/s scene with me?"

Ichigo crossed his arms against his chest, trying to keep his heart from beating right out of it. "What would such a scene entail?"

"Dirty talk will be a prominent feature. And penetrative sex. I will be your dominant. Are you okay with being my submissive? We'll discuss a non-verbal safe signal as well."

Ichigo nodded.

"Good, then that's pretty much it. We'll do it next Saturday then. Any questions?"

"No, not really."

Grimmjow hummed. "Well then, why don't we go find Shinji and tell him?" He stood without any preamble and moved toward the door. When he found Ichigo just sitting and staring at him, he grinned. "What, you're not coming?"

Ichigo shook his head and quickly got up to follow him. He didn't know why he felt so unsettled and twitchy. Was it the close proximity to the man who had ravaged him a week ago? Or was it disappointment that Grimmjow hadn't mentioned anything about it? Grimmjow was calmly walking along the hallway, eyes facing forward and completely disregarding Ichigo.

Did Ichigo really catch the man's fancy, or was Shinji simply yanking his chain?

Before long, they had reached their destination.

The 'box' turned out to be a room for seeing what went on in the ring. It was on the side of the performers' entrance to the ring, directly opposite to the patrons' entrance. It was around twenty feet long and 10 feet wide, and was furnished with comfy black leather couches and burgundy carpeting. The walls were covered with white and silver wallpaper with large paisley motifs. There was a mini bar in one corner. The glass was a one way mirror so it wasn't visible from the arena.

Shinji was standing in the middle, his hands crossed behind his back, gazing intently at the ring, where a tall, handsome brunette was roughly thrusting into a silver haired man from behind.

Shinji turned to them as they entered, an expectant look in his eyes. "Well?"

Grimmjow flicked a look at the ring before he focused on Shinji. "It's done. Next Saturday the Panther King is fucking Moon's Fang. Make the announcements to the perverts."

"How many times have I told you not to call our clients 'perverts'?"

"I call things as I see them, Shinji. Since we're done here, I'm going to get ready for my slot. See you, Ichigo."

Ichigo mumbled something in return, resisting temptation to see the man walk out the door.

Shinji raised an eyebrow at him, smiling knowingly.

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Ichigo was standing at the door that led to the ring, nervously sucking on a blueberry lollipop. He was dressed in black ankle-length stilleto boots that had silver spikes along the heel, and black denim booty shorts. He was wearing a bright orange thong underneath, a suggestion from Nel. A black fishnet vest adorned his torso, a gray button up shirt on top of it. His golden contacts were in place, and he wore black leather bands and a couple of thin steel bangles on each wrist.

"Ready?" Grimmjow's sinful baritone whispered right into his ear, and Ichigo jumped a little. Large hands came to grip his hips, squeezing gently and calming him down. "Relax, relax. You remember what I told you earlier?"

Ichigo took a deep breath. "Yeah, I do."

"Good." A hand slapped his ass, and Ichigo yelped. "Now get up there and wait for Master like a good little sub."

Ichigo steeled himself and walked to the ring which was illuminated by a single spot light. Everything else was shrouded in darkness, just like the last time.

A large, overstuffed, leather armchair sat at the center of the ring, facing the arena. Ichigo sat demurely, looking a little fidgety and unsure. A cuff sat on each arm of the chair, attached to short chains that were attached to the chair itself.

We'll be doing a role play, Grimmjow's voice echoed in his head. I'll be your Dom, and you'll be the naughty pet.

Ichigowaited, his nerves a little frazzled. The longer he sat there, the more apprehensive he felt.

He heard it then, footfalls coming from behind the chair. He stilled his fidgeting and sat straight, hands clasped together in his lap, the picture of poise.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my naughty li'l pet," Grimmjow's voice rang out, his tone teasing and yet subtly threatening. "I heard you let some son of a bitch fuck you, pet. Care to explain?"

Ichigo panicked. What was he supposed to say?

Say whatever you feel like, just make sure it's relevant.

Don't forget to always call me Master.

"I was so lonely, Master. I missed you, and you weren't home, so I..."

"So what, pet?"

"So I... let that man fuck me..."

Grimmjow circled the chair, and Ichigo felt himself drool at his commanding presence. He was wearing a suit. An honest to goodness business suit, dark gray and pinstriped, the coat hanging open to reveal a deep red silk shirt, a silver tie finishing the ensemble. His blue eyes were calculating and predatory.

"My slutty little pet missed me so much that he tried to find a replacement for me? How sweet. But, you made a big, big mistake, pet."

Ichigo gulped, the deep voice doing all sorts of bad things to him. The blunet looked absolutely pissed off, yet he was smirking as if he had just come up with an evil idea.

"You belong to me, pet," Grimmjow snarled, a hand swiftly grabbing his hair and yanking his head back, "and I do not like others touching my things."

He pulled Ichigo up by his hair and pushed him to the side, angled so he faced both Grimmjow and the audience.

"Take off your shorts."

Ichigo swallowed, and fumbled with the button on the shorts before he slowly slid the material down his legs, exposing the flimsy thong he wore. When he hooked his thumbs into the straps to pull them off as well, he was stopped.

"Leave those on." The look on his Dominant's face was positively demonic as he took in the skimpy undergarment that matched his hair and left nothing to the imagination. "Hmm, what have we here... Turn around, boy, it's time you were taught a lesson."

Ichigo complied, turning around and placing a hand on each armrest, bending forward a little to present his behind, made further appealing thanks to the heels on his boots.

Grimmjow set his hands on the submissive's pert ass, a hand on each fleshy globe as he squeezed and kneaded, groaning at an almost subsonic level. In the name of all that was holy, how was this kid able to hit all of his buttons without even trying?

Ichigo moaned; the hands were doing a damn good job of getting him to relax. He was just taking a deep breath when a broad palm spanked his ass, and the air left his lungs in a rush as he yelped in surprise. His grip reflexively tightened on the plush chair as the slaps continued, alternating between each cheek.

Grimmjow kept count of the spankings, and stopped when he had put down ten on each side. The skin had turned a luscious red, the temperature a little higher than normal. Ichigo was responding brilliantly, letting out little whimpers and moans, taking his punishment like a good little pet. That thong was beckoning him to rip it apart, so he did.

Ichigo jolted when the thong was pulled away from his hips with a snap, the ruined bit of cloth flopping harmlessly to the floor.

"Turn and face me, boy."

The orange haired man straightened and turned, feeling the burn on his ass intensify as the skin moved and stretched. His erection bobbed slightly, exposed for all to see.

"What a naughty boy you are, getting aroused by your punishment, hmm. You're all hard now. Does it hurt, pet?"

Ichigo gulped, feeling a little tense. There were people looking at him. He couldn't see them, but they sure as hell could see him. What was he doing, why had he ever accepted Shinji's offer?

"ANSWER ME, BOY!"

Grimmjow could see the kid's nerves in his eyes. He guessed it was finally catching up to him that he was about to have sex in front of a bunch of people. He had shitty timing, though.

Ichigo jolted, the harsh, loud voice effectively snapping him out of his panicked thoughts. That was right, his Dom was asking him a question.

"I- I'm sorry, Master. It- it hurts..."

Grimmjow eyed him contemplatively. "What do you want me to do about it, pet?"

"I want you to make it better, Master..."

"Are you sorry for what you did earlier?"

"Yes, Master, this boy is very sorry."

"And what is the lesson you learned today, boy?"

"I belong to you Master, and no one else is allowed to touch Master's belongings."

"That's a good boy. Now take off your shirt and step forward."

Ichigo's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, the fact not going unnoticed by the sharp eyes of the Panther King. Ichigo hoped he wasn't disappointing him. He slipped his shirt off and stood facing the darkness, waiting for further instruction.

Grimmjow stepped around Ichigo and settled into the comfy armchair, before he reached forward and hooked a finger into the boy's fishnet shirt, tugging him into his lap so he sat facing the audience. Grimmjow wanted to turn him so he could see all the delectable expressions flit through his golden eyes, but they were putting on a show, and the audience's pleasure always came first.

Ichigo sat stiffly on Grimmjow's knees, the material of the pants scraping a little on the smarting skin of his buttocks. Grimmjow shifted behind him, undoing his silk tie and pulling it off his neck with one hand, while the other settled on his hip and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

Then Grimmjow was blindfolding him, tying the material so that it wasn't too tight or too loose.

Ichigo began to panic again, despite knowing what was happening.

I would like to blindfold you, if that's alright. It'll make everything more intense, and you'll be more cued to my voice.

Grimmjow moved forward to press small kisses on his neck and shoulder, using the action to cover his softly murmured words. "Hush. Everything's fine. Focus on me."

Ichigo nodded, thankful for the reassurance.

Grimmjow pressed his chin into his shoulder and hummed. "Don't think your punishment is over, boy. You may be sorry, and you may have learned your lesson, but you haven't made it up to me yet."

He leaned back in the chair, pulling Ichigo along with him, before he pulled the golden eyed man's thighs apart and higher, opening him up so he was completely exposed.

Ichigo whimpered and blushed horribly, his eyes scrunched shut underneath the tie, mortified. At least Grimmjow seemed to pick up on his discomfort, and nuzzled his temple and placed kisses on his neck to distract him as he gently pulled his legs further apart and cuffed his ankles to the shackles, keeping him spread wide open. The silver spikes on his heels glinted in the light, and brought attention to his sculpted calves.

The larger man's hands slipped under the flimsy shirt, rubbing at his abdominal muscles and his sides, slowly moving higher and higher until they were rolling his nubs under their palms, making Ichigo let out a gasp and a small moan.

"What will you do to make it up to me, pet?" Grimmjow rumbled from behind, the movement of his chest sending pleasant shivers down Ichigo's back.

"Anything, Master..."

"Anything at all?" Grimmjow sing-songed, and Ichigo could hear the smirk in his voice. That's when he knew he had unwittingly dug his own grave.

"In that case... I want you to touch yourself, pet."

See, he knew it.

"M-Master?" Ichigo whimpered, did Grimmjow really expect him to do that?

"You told me you'd do anything, didn't you?"

"Yes, but-"

"Are you disobeying me, boy?"

The sharp, authoritative tone was what pushed Ichigo into gripping his cock, his other hand moving to fondle his balls. The bangles on his hand made a soft jingling noise in the silence.

Grimmjow's hands were planted at his hip, while he nibbled at Ichigo's ear lobes.

"How does it feel to touch your cock, pet?"

Ichigo moaned softly, "It feels good, Master..."

"Tell me more."

"It feels... Hot and electric... I wish.. I wish you were the one touching me, Master, ah!"

Grimmjow smirked, this kid was doing better than he expected. When Ichigo's strokes began to speed up in a way that indicated he was close to coming, he gently puled his hands away and slid a cock ring onto him, making the sub whine in disappointment.

"Didn't think I'd let you come so easily now, did you? Your rod looks so cute and hard now." He chucked darkly, rubbing the base of his erection and making his boy moan and curse lightly under his breath, before he rubbed his stomach and sides, trailing his hands upward toward the round neck of the shirt, and simply ripping it in half.

The sound of the flimsy material tearing was loud and sudden, and Ichigo jumped before relaxing into his chest again. He pinched the nubs and kneaded his pectorals, now unrestricted by the cloth. What could he say, he loved tearing the clothes off people, and this sumptuous strawberry was practically begging for it.

"What do you want now, pet? Would you like me to give you my big cock?"

Ichigo nodded enthusiastically.

"Tell me what you want, boy. Use your words."

"Yes, Master, I want you to fill me up with your big cock, please!"

"Hmm, is that so? Do you think I should give it to you after you've been such a bad boy today?"

"I'm so- sorry, Master, I'll be good for you, I'll be good, I swear!"

Grimmjow chuckled again, rubbing little circles on the insides of Ichigo's thigh, where the skin was satin soft and hypersensitive. He wanted to flip him around, wanted to lick the arch of his eyebrows, nibble the soft pout of his plush lips. "Why don't you go ahead and prepare yourself so I can give you what you want, yeah?"

Ichigo swallowed a couple of times before he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking and slathering his fingers with saliva, while the other hand lowered to lift his balls, the little finger rubbing at his perineum. He moaned softly when Grimmjow slid his hands underneath his legs and kneaded at his ass, latching onto his neck to suck a bright red hickey.

"That's right, pet, get nice and wet for my huge dick," Grimmjow growled, and Ichigo shuddered. He could feel the man's arousal underneath him, the bulge confined by the pants he was wearing. "Get yourself good and slick. Does it feel good when you touch your pretty li'l hole?"

"Mm- Master..." he groaned, circling his entrance with his slick fingers, before gently pushing one inside and sliding it in and out. "Ha, haa... Master, may I add- ah- another one, please..."

"You may," his Master permitted him, and Ichigo quickly thrust another finger inside, while his other hand went to stroke his painful erection.

"Ah-ahh," Grimmjow chided, pulling the hand away and bringing it to curl around his neck, so Ichigo had something to hold on to while his Master teased and tormented him.

Ichigo's moans were steadily growing in volume, his entire body taut as a bowstring, pleasure clouding his senses till he forgot that he was nervous at all.

"Ma-Master, please..."

"What do you want, my good boy?"

Ichigo keened at the praise, squirming as best as he could with his legs still spread wide apart. "I want Master's hard cock inside me, I want Master to take me now, ah, Masterrrr..."

"Do you want me to fill you up, pet?

"Ye- yes!"

"D' you want me to stuff you full of my cock, an' remove that fuckin' bastard's scent from your skin?" Grimmjow growled, squeezing a little too harshly at the soft flesh of his pet's bottom.

"Yes, yes, Master, fill me up with your thick cock, uhh.."

"What's the magic word, sweet heart?"

"Please! Please!"

The words were barely out of his mouth when Grimmjow thrust into him, entering him in one swift stroke, making him scream in pleasure and pain. Ichigo hadn't even realised when Grimmjow had undone his pants, but all the thoughts in his head scattered when his prostate was found with the second stroke.

"Is this what you wanted, pet?"

"Yes! Ahh, Master... S- so good!"

"Yeah? How does my slutty little pet like that? You like me pounding into you, you like me stuffing you with my juicy dick?"

The orange haired man moaned and squirmed, breathy moans escaping his mouth. He was too far gone to do anything else. Grimmjow kept saying filthy, lewd things into his ear. Ichigo liked to indulge in dirty talk, yes, but this was a little beyond what he was used to. It was strange, how the utterly degrading talk was making his arousal spike and soar.

Ichigo thought he would come by hearing the man's voice alone.

"Your asshole's so fuckin' tight and greedy, it's eatin' up my dick like it's fuckin' starvin'."

"You're a good little cock slut aren't you? How does it feel to have my big, monster cock poundin' your insides?"

"Look at you, ya filthy fuckin' whore, your hole is gonna be a fuckin' mess when I'm done with you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you can't even think of another man. I'm gonna ruin you."

Ichigo whined long and loud as Grimmjow continued to piston into him, bringing both his hands up to tangle into the man's wild blue hair. He heard his bracelets jangle as he bounced in the other's lap, heard his blood roaring through his veins, his harsh panting and whimpered moans as he twisted his upper body so he could nuzzle and lick at his Dom's jaw.

"Mmnn... ahhn, Master... Kiss me, please..."

Grimmjow heard the broken, whimpered request, and acted on it, devouring the pliant mouth with a crazed fervor. Saliva ran down their chins as they mauled each other's mouths, the blunet nipping harshly on Ichigo's soft lips and making him bleed.

"You love this, don't you ya dirty bitch, love how I eat you up while my dick is slamming into you, making you scream. Shit, you feel so fuckin' good."

Ichigo garbled out something incomprehensible, tucking his face into the other man's neck, needing something to anchor himself in a roiling sea of pleasure. Grimmjow smelled like salt and mint and a hint of something sweet, like mangoes.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw and flood your hole with my cum. You want that? You wanna be filled with Master's cum, my little cum slut?"

"Yeah! Yesss, mmmaster!"

"Beg for it, dirty bitch. Let me hear you."

Ichigo's fingers flexed and tightened in blue hair, composing himself enough to answer.

"Master, please, come inside m- me! Fill me up with your come, I want it sssoo-aahhh- bad..."

"Who do you belong to?" Grimmjow's voice turned deep and growly, his aggression making the words punch the air.

"To you!"

"Say it louder!"

"I belong to you, Master!"

Grimmjow bit down on his shoulder as he twisted the cock ring off, and Ichigo came with a scream, arching his back so hard that it hurt. Grimmjow slammed into him a few more times before he came as well, snarling like a beast as he sucked on a tan shoulder.

Ichigo slumped in a boneless heap in the muscular man's lap, mouth hanging open and panting raggedly as he tucked his face into the side of Grimmjow's neck. His eyes were squeezed shut behind the tie, and both his hands were hooked around the blunette's thick, corded neck. He felt Grimmjow place a small, sweet kiss on his temple as he rubbed his sides gently, the heat from the light fading away.

"That was brilliant, sweetheart."

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