Part 2
The sun peeks in through the blinds and shined in Ichigo's eyes, waking him from his slumber in an unpleasant burst of light. He groans, opening bleary amber orbs to greet the day. With a stretch and yawn, Ichigo gets out of bed and starts to get ready for 'work'. His boxers slip down his slim hips, the orangette tugging them back up only to glance in confusion at the arm of his shirt… which has dropped to hang over his hand. He looks like a little kid in their parents clothes… or a lover in her boyfriend's. At that thought, his heart skips a beat and his eyes flash in deadly rage. Without even thinking about how he's currently dressed, Ichigo hurries out and slams open the door to Grimmjow's room. The sound doesn't even make Grimmjow flinch, Ichigo fuming even more. He opens his mouth to yell at him, but lets his jaw completely drop at what he hears.
"Mm… beautiful bitch," the larger male purrs. "Right there… yeah…"
Ichigo's anger is forgotten in the face of embarrassment, his cheeks flaring with a blush as intense as his fury. He walks over, ignoring the tent in his boss's blanket, and grabs his pillow to hit him over the head a few good times. Said teal haired male is startled awake so badly he falls out of bed, peeking over the mattress with large panicked eyes that are still fogged with sleep.
"… What the hell?" he murmurs sleepily.
"Who undressed me last night!" Ichigo snarls.
"… Nnoitra," Grimmjow states almost immediately at the warning swimming in those beautiful and dangerous amber orbs. "It was all him. I told him not to do it, you like your personal space, after all."
Ichigo hisses out his displeasure, turning to stomp out of the bedroom and leaving Grimmjow to let out a sigh of relief. Sure he thought it'd be funny to mess with Ichigo, but damn if he's not ten times scarier than usual in the face of his personal space being violated. He makes a quick mental note to never touch Ichigo like that again… unless of course he's completely bored, Nnoitra is present to be blamed, and he's horny enough not to mind almost getting killed. He gets up, too shaken to go back to sleep, and leaves the room to jump in the shower.
"I can't believe this," Ichigo grinds out quietly to himself. "That's my favorite shirt! How the hell did it get a stain in… Shiro! I knew he was fucking with my clothes the other night! Stupid son of a bitch, he knows I like this shirt. It's just because he thinks it's too provocative!"
"Who the fuck are you talking to?"
Ichigo jumps at the sound of Grimmjow's smooth seductive voice behind him, whipping his head around as shocked amber eyes search out the man. He regrets it in the span of two seconds. Said seconds involve locating Grimmjow, trailing his eyes over his body, and his cheeks flaring up as he looks away immediately. Teal hair laying waterlogged, confusion written on a handsome face, water trailing over coiling muscles… hard pecks, ripped abs, thick thighs, strong calves…
"Is that a nosebleed I see?" the other asks in humor.
"N-no," Ichigo stammers in attempts to hide it.
"My, my, the little orangette is a shy virgin!"
"I am not!" said orangette growls. "Go put some damn clothes on!"
"Make me."
"… You know how to dress yourself."
"Mm-hm, but I want you to."
Ichigo is on his feet by now, trying in vain to get away from the other. Grimmjow, realizing Ichigo's shyness toward his nakedness, steps into the forbidden personal area. To his delight, his little maid immediately blushes harder and moves away. In a quick burst of speed, he has Ichigo's front pinned against the wall as he breathes into his ear.
"You know… you were better off being a girl."
"W-why?"
"I may be bi-sexual, but… I favor smaller, more feminine, males," Grimmjow breathes with a lick to Ichigo's ear.
Ichigo whimpers, his knees fighting to keep him standing, and his 'boss' grins manically at the feeling of Ichigo slowly slipping down the wall. He notes that the other is still wearing the clothes he dressed him in last night, though he makes no move to reclaim them now. He lowers his head, nibbling on that slender neck as he makes his way up and over to pink lips… before a heel strikes him below the belt.
"Fuck!" he hisses.
"Serves you right! I fucking told you not to come in my damn room!" Ichigo yells as he rapidly makes space between them. "Get out and go put some clothes on!"
"… You're no fun," Grimmjow whimpers as he clutches his good parts. "Why can't you just loosen up? You know… I could loosen you up really good, if you…"
"No! Get out!"
"You're such a fucking chick, it's just sex, you know," he huffs.
"Yes, just sex… which I'm not partaking in with you!"
"You so want to."
Ichigo blushes brighter, almost passing out from the amount of blood traveling straight to his cheeks. He doesn't agree, but he doesn't deny it either. That alone has Grimmjow scheming. He's never found a lover he actually wanted to keep, yet Ichigo just might be the one for him and it has him drifting on cloud nine. He waits for the other to change and start work, fully intent on following his lovely eye candy about all day long just to rape him with his gaze… but his cell phone rings.
"This better be good," he growls when he answers it.
"Stop eye raping your bitch of a maid and get over here!" Nnoitra snaps.
*Wow, he know me well, * the teal haired male muses. "I'm busy."
"The Visoreds are inching toward Los Noches!" the taller gripes. "Just tie the fucker down to your bed for later and move it! We need you to help us protect Aizen's territory."
"… But…"
"Now! Or I'm telling Nelliel you tried to take advantage of him in his sleep!"
"You wouldn't…"
"Nelliel, you'll never guess what…"
"Okay, okay, just shut up!" he says in a panic. "Where are you?"
"By the dark streets, where they're raising that new joint… you know the one."
"Yeah, yet another bar to lure victims to the ladies of the night," Grimmjow sighs. "I'll be right there, keep them busy."
He hears nothing but a dial tone, as his best friend never says goodbye. Afterward, he catches Ichigo strolling out of his room… in the maid outfit. His pants immediately get too tight and he has to smack a hand over his nose to stop the small trickle of blood. Ichigo's body is perfectly complimenting the naughty maid outfit, his legs stretching so beautifully from beneath the tight and short skirt as his hips unconsciously sway.
"Fucking hell," he grumbles. "Of all the days you choose to waltz about in your uniform, it has to be when I have to leave!"
"Some good news at last."
"You stay in this apartment!" he snaps. "And if you seriously must leave it, don't forget to put on your…"
He stops in the middle of his sentence, his cyan orbs widening his shock. Around Ichigo's slender tan neck is an aqua collar, the silver gothic six dangling down between his collarbones. Heat is pooling in his abdomen at a rapid rate, his body moving before he can stop it. His arm loops around Ichigo's slim waist, yanking his forward so their bodies crash together before capturing his lips forcefully. Ichigo's hands press against the taller male's chest, his amber eyes wide though they begin to flutter shut, and he's quickly losing his will to get away. This time Grimmjow is smart enough to move the smaller male backward so he can pin his legs down, hoping to prevent last night's reaction.
"Mm… Grimm…"
He pushes closer, drawing a whimper from the smaller male that brings a feral grin to his lips. Before he knows what's going on, he gropes Ichigo's ass… and he's staring at the ceiling with a pain in his head. The little shit grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the wall.
"… Ouch," he growls.
"You know you're gonna get hurt, stupid ass!" Ichigo snaps. "Why do you keep doing it?"
"I'm persistent," Grimmjow shrugs.
"Next time, I'm sticking my heel up your ass!" the teen snarls. "Stop touching me!"
"I would like to do more than just touch you," the muscular man murmurs bitterly.
Ichigo watches him warily as he moves through the flat, grabbing his things and heading for the door. He's already taken too long as it is, Nnoitra will be pissed. Before he leaves, however, he leans back to see Ichigo stretching in order to reach the cleaner in the cabinets. That short skirt rides up to show off just a little more, the orangette taking down the cleaner to find that the duster he needs isn't there. He catches it in the bottom cabinets, bending over to reach it… and showing Grimmjow everything.
*Oh thank god I thought to split them up, * he states mentally while stopping his nosebleed. *So fucking gorgeous! That ass is so mine, I won't stop until he's under me! *
He slips out the door, walking with a little skip in his step and a huge satisfied grin. Ichigo, on the other hand, can only watch him leave in confusion. He missed the nosebleed, but caught the huge grin as he ambled out the door. With an irritated sigh, the orangette begins the rigorous task of cleaning the apartment before he can head out to deal with his mission. As he cleans the flat, he reflects on his boss. The man is the most domineering personality he's ever seen before, sending shivers through him with just a few words. Those eyes, though… so dangerous and wild, promising pain and suffering even as he purrs and flirts. Ichigo is no fool, although teasing and calm, Grimmjow is a dangerous person to get angry. He huffs as he drops the dirty laundry he's picked up in a basket for later, having already cleaned everything else, and quickly changes. he gazes upon the collar around his tan neck for a moment, debating whether or not he wants to keep it on, and reluctantly leaves it. After donning the light blue sundress and heels, he grabs his purse and heads out into Los Noches. He needs to find some sort of lead, or he'll be stuck here forever. The longer he stays, the more apt he'll lose his escape and be found out. His phone rings and he quickly answers it as he heads out.
"Ichi here," he chirps.
"Where the fuck are ya?"
"… Shi? What the hell are you doing calling me?"
"I had ta sleep by myself last night!" the snowy haired male snaps. "Ya know I can't sleep when yer not there!"
Ichigo blushes in mortification even though he knows no one can hear his brother. He and Shiro are joined at the hip, rarely ever out of one another's sight. They've shared a bed their since they were born, never seeing a reason not to as they were most comfortable together. They tried to separate when they turned twelve… taking separate showers or baths, staying in different rooms, hanging with different friends… but they couldn't handle being apart. Twelve years of being beside one another, nine months in the womb as well, have made them horribly dependant on each other. As it is, Ichigo had problems getting to sleep last night without the body he's so used to beside him to cuddle with. He only got into such a deep sleep by taking a few sleeping pills to help out.
"I'm sorry, Shi, but dad wanted my to do something for him," Ichigo hisses quietly.
"A mission? Why the hell aren't I with ya?"
"This is something only I can do, Shi," he sighs. "You're not trained for this."
"… Where are ya," he snaps suspiciously.
"… Don't worry about it."
"Where are ya!"
"In Los Noches."
"WHAT! GET YER ASS BACK HOME THIS MINUTE!"
"Shi, I'm fine! I have a good job that isn't on the street, a nice and extremely expensive place to stay, and my boss is a good person."
"There's no such thing in that gutter!" he growls before calming crazily fast. "What sort of job?"
"… I'm a live-in maid," he mumbles with that blush again.
It takes a long while, but soon he's holding the phone away from his ear as Shiro cackles insanely. After a shorter interval than Ichigo thought it'd be, Shiro yelps in pain and he catches Shinji's voice. He holds the phone to his ear to listen.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the blonde snaps. "They'll be here soon! We need to be ready, they're bringing the Beast!"
"Yer shitting me!"
"No, man, I'm serious. Hiyori fucking pissed them off!"
"Ya need ta keep that runt under control, Shin!"
"Shut the fuck up! You know how she is!" the other snarls. "Hey… Is that, Ichi? Hey, Ichi! How's the mission? I heard you left home dressed like a little doll!"
"Fuck did ya say! Ichi, are ya traipsing around Los Noches like a chick? Are ya fucking insane?"
"I did say 'maid', idiot! Don't tell me how to live!"
"Yer gonna end up sucking cock ta get by! Ya need ta come home right…"
"They're here," Shinji shouts. "Talk later, fight now!"
"Fuck! This isn't over, baby bro!" Shiro snaps. "I'm gonna rip ya a new one after this fight! Shit! Shin, look out! Gotta go, Ichi, fight's tough this time."
"B… Bye?" Ichigo murmurs as the line goes dead.
With a slight frown marring his lips, he heads to the elevator and down to the lobby. Shiro is just as good a fighter as he is, so it's strange to hear him so panicked. Granted, he wasn't taught by their mother… but still. Ichigo shrugs and heads out, hoping to gather information among the prostitutes and drunks. Not his brightest idea, but an idea nonetheless. He only knows one place where the gossip runs as often as the liquor… the dark streets.
The catcalls are grating, poor Ichigo trying his hardest to gather information without falling victim to some of the more horny jerks with booze upon their breath. He's just turning toward an empty lot, one man forcibly slamming him against the wall and leaning close. He's tough, larger than Ichigo, and has been drinking a heavy amount it the alcohol on his breath is any indication.
"You don't want to go that way," he slurs. "Pretty little thing like you would get hurt. You should stay here… with me… I'm take real good care of you."
He licks Ichigo's neck, the orangette pushing off the wall to knock him away before turning to glare furiously. The man's eyes grow large as they lock onto the collar around Ichigo's neck, stepping back slowly as fear washes over him.
"What's the hell's your problem!" Ichigo snaps.
"You're… you belong… t-to him."
"Who? What are you talking about?"
He shakes his head and turns to run, leaving a confused orangette alone on the dark streets. With a shrug, he turns and walks further down the street to the empty lot. As he reaches the end of the building he's walking along, something slams into him from the side and he's thrown onto the cement. Before he can even register what's going on, someone is gripping around his waist and he's being hauled away beneath their arm like a sack of potatoes. He cries out, hoping someone will help and knowing they won't. Finally, down an alleyway and out of sight as he's cloaked in the pitch that resides there, he's set on his feet. He's lost one of his heels, the thought pissing him off in the back of his mind that isn't reeling with fear. A hand is against his chest, pressing him back into the brick wall behind him, and Ichigo's eyes are closed tightly as he cringes away from his unknown attacker. When nothing more happens, he peeks one eye open and let's loose a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. The person is looking away from him, yet he'd know those blue locks anywhere. He's about to comment when icy cyan orbs filled with a storm of fury turn on him… his knees buckle and he starts sliding down the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing here!" Grimmjow hisses.
His answer is a quiet whimper, the orangette unable to comprehend why he would immediately drop beneath this man. He's gone up against way worst, betrayed and spied on far more aggressive… Hell, he shares a bed with Shiro, the demon of the streets and the most feared gangster in three cities… but something about Grimmjow just steals away his pride and confidence and courage.
"Answer me!"
"I… was just…"
"Don't you know there's a gang fight happening here?" he snaps. "And you're waltzing around like they won't kidnap you and tear you apart? Think! I know you're not that stupid! That collar protects you from people in Los Noches, but it makes you a prime target for other gangs!"
"… I didn't… I was… I'm sorry, I…"
"Let's go before you get yourself killed."
Without another word, he grips Ichigo's upper arm and hauls him down the alley and back toward the flat. Glancing back, the orangette just makes out a flash of white darting past the mouth of the dank walkway, recognizing the albino he calls his twin. He's still trembling when Grimmjow pulls him to his side, keeping one heavy hand upon the back of his neck possessively. Ichigo doesn't like it, but he's not about to anger the other any more than he already has… he still hasn't recovered enough bravery for that.
When they reach the flat, Ichigo is practically thrown through the doorway and stumbles to catch his balance. The silver six hanging from his collar clinks almost musically against the ring that holds it as it's disturbed from the motion, reminding Ichigo of it's presence… a presence he wishes he could forget. Why did he leave the damn thing on, it only seems to bring out the more possessives side of the unruly gangster.
"I… I should start dinner," he murmurs as he attempts to retreat to the kitchen.
"It's not that late yet," Grimmjow growls.
"Then I should start lunch," Ichigo replies.
He really just wants to put some distance between them, unwilling to do or say anything he normally would that might have the other blowing up on him. Before he can go anywhere, however, the door is slammed and Grimmjow has him up against the countertop of the breakfast bar.
"What were you thinking going there?" he says quietly and dangerously calm. "Don't you know that's the worst possible area to be in?"
"… I just wanted… to see."
"Don't you ever go there again without me, do you understand?" Grimmjow growls. "You could've been killed! You could've been hurt so many different ways you never would've recovered!"
"I'm not a baby! Just because I dress like a girl, doesn't mean I need protecting!"
He immediately regrets shouting, as those cyan orbs go as cold as a glacier in Grimmjow's fury. Normally, Ichigo will rise to any challenge set before him without hesitation… those eyes, so feral and primitive, have him frozen in place. It's almost like Grimmjow never evolved mentally, like he's still the hunter… and Ichigo is now his prey.