I've used three songs for this one:
Gimme more- Britney Spears, Pomp and circumstance- Hiroshi Kamiya, Supermassive black hole- Muse
Warnings: Sexual content. Language. A pairing other than GrimmIchi
Disclaimer:Nope, I still don't own Bleach. I do not own the songs I've used either.I claim and own Damian Lamb.
Circus
Chapter 3
Grimmjow waited in the darkness, sticky with sweat and come, a hundred and sixty pounds of sexed out man sprawled in his lap. That was some crazy amazing sex he'd just had, and he needed a few minutes to recoup and get his breath back.
Ichigo had conked off almost immediately after they were done, and Grimmjow had to say it was pretty cute. It had been like that during their first time as well; one minute they were staring into each others' eyes, and the next— bam!— black out.
He was still inside Ichigo and was still half hard. He sighed.
With a bit of careful maneuvering, he got himself stuffed into his pants and buttoned up. He reached out and undid the shackles, gently moving Ichigo's legs so he didn't hurt too much. It was a bitch to spend time in the spreader chair, or 'arm chair of the screaming thighs' as Nel like to call it.
Ichigo sleepily nuzzled into his neck, letting out little puffs of breath. He chuckled lightly, carefully gathering the boy in his arms, and stood up. There was a half hour break between each show, enough for the performers to get away and the maintenance crew to clean up and remove or place props as necessary. How they did it in the darkness was a mystery, and one that Shinji would never reveal, because he was a bastard when it came to those.
He made his way to the exit, and turned left in the dimly lit hallway. The maintenance crew of four were standing there, waiting for him to come out so they could go in. He stopped at the second door, and one of the crew, a mousy blonde kid (Di roy? Di ray?) opened it for him seeing as he couldn't do it himself with his arms full of Ichigo.
He stepped inside, and breathed out a sigh of relief when the warm steam hit him in the face.
The R&R room wasn't his favourite part of the Circus for nothing.
There was a large jacuzzi set into the ground in the right corner of the room, and three shallow, long, oval tubs along the right wall. Two shower stalls of frosted glass stood at the left corner.
The space along the left wall was taken up by two closets that held towels, shampoo, soap, conditioner, massage lotion and some basic first aid items. Beside the door, on the right, was a low cot with a mattress like the ones in hospitals.
He set Ichigo down on the cot and removed his footwear, placing them on the floor next to its metal legs. Then he slid off the bangles and undid the bracelets, and put them next to the boots. He turned his head and loosened the knot in his tie before carefully removing that as well. Seeing that his charge was taken care of, he began undressing himself. He slid off his coat and tossed it on the floor, his shirt and pants joining the pile in a minute. He hadn't worn boxers, of course.
He lifted the boy again, and moved to the jacuzzi. He carefully stepped into it, and settled down with his back against the wall furthest from the door, Ichigo resting in his lap, his side against his chest. The warm water was soothing against stressed muscles, helping them relax, and he started gently massaging Ichigo's tan, toned thighs, easing the pain from being in an unnatural position for so long.
Ichigo finally roused after a few minutes, and immediately scrunched his eyes shut and buried his face in his chest, grumbling about bright lights.
Grimmjow chuckled and stopped massaging, resting his arms against the edge of the tub as he looked down at the mop of orange hair.
"Do you always pass out after sex?"
Ichigo jumped a little at that, and tried to scramble out of his lap, yelping something about sexual predators before he raised his face to his human cushion, still squinting to adjust to the light. It was adorable. "Grimmjow?"
He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Who else?"
Ichigo tried to scramble out of his lap again, and he had to catch him by the back of his neck and pull him closer, keeping him captive. "Jeez, I'm just making sure you don't hurt too much, alright? No need to be so jumpy." Ichigo stopped squirming, but his face was flushed a sweet shade of red. "How bad do your thighs hurt?"
"I never want to do that again," was his grumbled response, and Grimmjow laughed at that, because Ichigo sounded so petulant and pissed off despite having had mind blowing sex just a few minutes ago.
"Hmm, are you always so uptight after sex as well?"
Ichigo sputtered, looking at him with incredulous golden eyes. "You're not the one with thighs that feel like over stretched rubber bands!"
Grimmjow flicked some water at Ichigo's angry face, and internally snickered as Ichigo blinked owlishly. In all honesty he looked like a kitten that had its favourite toy suddenly taken away.
"Well, that was why I was trying to help you, before you had a heart attack about being molested in a tub and tried to run away."
Ichigo blushed and looked away.
The older man decided to call a truce. "So... massage?"
Ichigo blushed harder and still avoided eye contact... but he nodded anyway.
"Why don't you turn around a bit so it's easier," Grimmjow murmured, helping him position himself so he was lying back against Grimmjow's chest.
Grimmjow adjusted a bit so they were comfortable, and he placed his chin on Ichigo's shoulder so he could see what he was doing. It was exactly like how it was when they were in the chair, except now Grimmjow could feel the newbie's warm, muscled back against his own skin, and he had to admit the feeling was pleasant.
When he leaned forward a bit and tried to touch Ichigo, though, he squirmed and batted his hands away, clamping his legs shut.
"You do realise we've had sex two times already, and that I've already seen and touched everything there is to see and touch, right?"
"Maybe it's easy for you to just sit in a hot tub, cool as a cucumber, and make small talk with someone you just fucked in front of live audience, but I'm not like that ok?" Ichigo snapped, and Grimmjow could see the tips of his ears were pink where they were peeking out from his hair.
Grimmjow placed his hands on the narrow hips in front of him and squeezed gently, nuzzling his chin into the side of Ichigo's neck. "Which one of these is eating you up the most: the fact that we're sharing a hot tub, the fact that I'm making small talk, the fact that we fucked in front of some perverts, or the fact that I fucked you at all?"
"It's the... It's that... I feel all these eyes on me and I feel like I'm... I don't like it..."
Grimmjow frowned. He'd been here long enough, and he'd seen plenty of people join them, thinking one thing, only to end up backing out when they realised how terribly they had underestimated the emotional and psychological impact of putting on a live sex show. Seemed like Ichigo was getting cold feet too.
"If you feel uncomfortable with the idea of having sex in front of people, Ichigo, you're free to not do so. You could always cancel your contract and leave, 'cuz Shinji would never make you do something you didn't want to. The whole point of this place is to have fun and indulge in kink safely and without fear. Clear consent is extremely important, and if you feel so bad about having to perform on stage, then you're not having fun anymore, and you're forcing yourself to suffer through it. That almost equates to non-consent, and I feel like a rapist now."
Ichigo stiffened, before he slowly relaxed again, his hands prying Grimmjow's larger ones from his hips, and slowly moving them to rest on his upper thighs. Grimmjow got the hint, and started to gently knead the muscles with his thumbs as he waited for Ichigo to respond.
"That's... I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I enjoyed what we did, both times..." Ichigo mumbled, ducking his head a little in embarrassment. "And I don't know exactly how to explain it... I like being on stage, but I don't like how everyone is looking at me and... Yeah."
Grimmjow chuckled softly, pushing his legs apart a little so he could work on the inner thighs. "You realise that made completely no sense, right?"
Ichigo swatted at his forearm. "I told you I didn't know how to explain it!"
Grimmjow hummed in consideration. "Maybe... You're just afraid of being judged, then?"
"Eh?"
"Well, you like being on stage, right? But you feel uncomfortable because you feel like you're under observation, like you're being dissected. You're baring your most intimate moments to a room of strangers, and you're afraid of being criticised for it. Does any of that feel familiar?"
Ichigo was silent for a while. "That actually sums it up pretty well?"
"I'm glad I was of help then. And the solution for your fear, is that there is no way to avoid criticism. We're like actors here. We put on a show. Except, we don't fake anything. Everything that happens here is real. It's open to the patrons for them to form opinions. No matter how exciting and sexy you make it, there might be someone who didn't like it. There's nothing that can be done. You just focus on coming here and having a good time." He pushed his thumbs into the junctures where Ichigo's thighs met his pelvis, and rubbed small circles there. "How does it feel now?"
The younger man experimentally moved his legs and nodded when he didn't feel the pain. "Much better."
Grimmjow hummed and shifted Ichigo out of his lap before standing up and walking to the closet. He pulled out two fluffy towels and wrapped one around himself, and took the other back to Ichigo, placing it on the rim of the tub. Ichigo was blushing, and hiding his eyes with his bangs again.
"I'd better get going then. See you."
Grimmjow had not taken another step on the rubberised tiles when a hand caught his own. "Wait!"
He turned and regarded Ichigo coolly, one eyebrow raised.
"Thanks, you know, for earlier, on stage. And for now as well. I feel much better." Ichigo gave him a tiny, thankful smile, and Grimmjow found an answering smile tug at his own face as well.
"Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime."
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It was Sunday night, and Grimmjow was walking towards Shinji's room when he saw a flash of very familiar orange a few feet ahead of him.
Ichigo was standing against the wall, another very familiar mop of black hair hiding the face of the man who was leaning against the same wall, one hand resting beside Ichigo's head, and the other resting on his hip. They were laughing softly at something.
Grimmjow felt annoyance drag his brows into a severe frown, and push his legs into walking faster.
Damian Lamb: ex boyfriend and incorrigible flirt. It wasn't like he was a bad person, because he wasn't, at all, but it rankled him when he saw the two of them standing together so intimately.
"I have a question for you, brat. What is personal space?"
Sharp green eyes came to regard him with an annoyed glare of their own. "Don't turn my snark against me, asshole."
Grimmjow snorted in a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Then step away from him. He looks uncomfortable."
"No he's not. You're not uncomfortable are you, Ichi-chan?" Damian turned, looking deeply into Ichigo's eyes.
Ichigo shook his head no, smiling slightly, and Grimmjow felt a dash of something like disappointment deep inside.
"And besides, I was just asking Ichigo here to do next week's show with me!"
That brought Grimmjow's gears to a grinding halt. "What?!"
"What? You've been a greedy old perv and hogging the fresh meat all to yourself. There are others in the club who'd like a go with him, and I'm one of them. He's not yours exclusively, so deal with it."
Grimmjow growled at the man before him, though both of them knew it was just for show. Ichigo, though, looked between them with uncertainty written all across his features.
Damian noticed this as well, and immediately set about trying to fix things. "Aww, Ichi-chan, you just told me you'll do a show with me, you aren't going to back out of it just because he's being a bitch, are you?"
"No, not at all, but..."
"Damian's right, Ichigo." The blue haired man sighed. "Shinji will probably want you to get some variety anyway."
Ichigo nodded, though he looked a little conflicted. Damian smirked and pumped a fist into the air, before turning back to Ichigo and grasping both his hands in his. "It's settled then. Don't go about changing the plan because he looks at you with those hypnotising-magical-blue-eyes-of-enslavement and asks you to do a show with him instead, alright? Because I know what those eyes can do to a person, and don't you dare tell me you don't know what I'm talking about, Blue Butt," he finished, glaring severely at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow huffed in irritation. If anyone else had dared to call him that, they'd suffer a black eye. "Tch, whatever, brat. I'll see you two around, then."
He walked away, feeling the weight of two pairs of eyes on him.
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Grimmjow couldn't concentrate for the rest of the week. He was anxious, and a little troubled. He'd known Damian for five years now, a year of which they had been in a relationship with each other. Despite the man's fondness for bad puns, music with raunchy lyrics, and his tendency to get horny at inopportune moments, he was a great guy to be with and an amazing guy to sleep with.
Shinji had said something about Damian being a bitch and canceling out on his Thursday and Friday slots, which could only mean one thing.
He was out getting his fun somewhere else.
And Grimmjow had a feeling that 'somewhere else' could be defined as Ichigo Kurosaki.
He stabbed his fork into his container of take out, viciously ripping at the noodles and pieces of chicken in his customary Wednesday night Chinese. He had wanted to have another round with the newbie! He'd wanted to try out some shibari with the gorgeous man, get to see that pleasure-flushed face and feel his muscles flex and tighten under his hands as he drove him to the brink of nirvana!
Stupid fucking Damian and his stupid fucking charm. One dazzling grin and poor Ichigo would have been too star struck to even think properly. That was probably what had happened.
At least Damian was better than anyone else. He thought of Szayel, or worse, Aizen, with his hands all over the beautiful man, and felt a shudder of revulsion.
Right. That was enough traumatising imagery for one day.
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He decided he had to see what they were doing. He just had to. It pulled and clawed at him to satisfy his curiosity and simply wouldn't leave him be. Just what had they been working on all week that Damian was teasing him with it?
The text he'd received that morning just added fuel to his already roaring irritation.
Ichigo is fucking amazing. Did you know he's as flexible as a rubber band?
He opened his laptop and accessed Circus's homepage.
The page opened, the plain white background contrasting sharply with the big red 'Circus' written in sophisticated capital letters.
The rest of the page was empty except for a box for a password and an ok button.
He entered his personal password and waited for the members' page to load, absently smirking at Shinji's careful way of handling things.
There were absolutely no pictures on the site. The background on all the pages were white, with a faint silver paisley pattern. There were only three main pages: one for the schedule of the performances of the current week and the next, another that had a list and short description of all the performers in their employ, and the third page was a comment/query page that patrons could use to book private performances and provide feedback. He clicked on the schedule tab, and chose Saturday, seeing what he was looking for in the third slot.
Moon's Fang and the Incubus Prince
Come find out for yourself what they plan to do. They're being secretive as fuck about it, and that can only mean one thing:
You're going to get your minds blown with the big reveal.
Tagged: moon's fang, incubus prince, unknown
Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow at that. Shinji rarely ever used the unknown tag, because it was extremely important to properly describe what kinks were going to be played out. Not everyone liked the same things, and since each performance catered to a particular kink, patrons had to know exactly what was going on so they didn't accidentally end up at something they didn't like.
The other two slots were fairly plain, one a self pleasure show, and the other a light bondage session between two women. These weren't exactly niche, so they could be enjoyed by anyone without inhibition.
That meant the third show was also going to be something general, but he still had a hard time coming up with an idea of what they could have planned.
Shinji was right, though. It would be something to be remembered.
He quickly clicked on the 'join' button, and was redirected to a payment gateway.
A million yen, huh? It really was going to be something grand then.
He entered his card details and waited for the payment to process. When he got the thank you message, he opened his email, and yup, there was a new one from Circus. He downloaded the 'pass', which was a picture of him with his name, membership number, date of the show, and a 10 digit special serial number, and printed it out.
Circus took their security and exclusivity quite seriously, and Shinji had always been quite a meticulous bastard.
Well, nothing left to do now except wait and puzzle out what those two were planning.
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Saturday night, finally.
He stepped out of his midnight blue Jaguar and made his way to the nondescript entrance of the club, where Love, the bouncer, was leaning against the wall and staring at an iPad.
He held out his pass and returned the smirk that the man gave him.
He waited with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans as Love checked off the serial number in the list he had.
"I suppose you don't need an escort, Jaegerjaquez?"
Grimmjow chuckled. "You suppose correctly."
Love wished him a pleasant time, and he stepped into the dark passage that would lead to the arena. The entrance to the arena was slightly bright, meaning the spotlight was on. The rest of the hall was dark as pitch of course, and he used the illuminated stage like a lodestone to guide himself, flicking casual glances at the women on stage.
He stepped into an aisle in one of the front rows, where there were more single chairs than loungers and couches. He trailed a hand along the headrests till he found an empty spot, a nicely stuffed, cozy armchair that molded to his frame. He closed his eyes and waited for the final show to start.
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Grimmjow's breath hitched the lights came on.
The pole was up.
No, not his dick. He meant the dancer's pole, long, sturdy, rising from the floor of the ring, which would have been stripped of the safety mats, leaving the polished hard wood flooring exposed.
The pole went through the ceiling, thick enough to comfortably grip with your hands, gleaming chrome in the muted light.
A slow, pounding bass started up, and Grimmjow felt a strange sense of apprehension start up in his stomach.
And now he knew why.
They were walking out on stage just now, Grimmjow could vaguely see their shapes in the pitch darkness that lay outside the reach of the spotlight.
And then they stepped into the light, and Grimmjow felt all his blood flow south. Now the pole really was up.
Ichigo and Damian were in the spotlight, standing tall and proud, identical naughty, cocky smirks on their angelic, gorgeous faces, orange hair sticking out rebelliously, black hair falling in messy waves. They had one hand on their cocked hips, while the others were tangled in each other.
Grimmjow swallowed, his eyes wandering down to rove over the rest of their bodies.
Damian was looking delectable as always, wearing knee length, pencil heeled boots that laced up all the way to the top, and neon green fishnet stockings that were swallowed by a large, over sized grey cowl neck sweater that reached mid thigh. The shoulders were loose on him and the sleeves flared out at the end like a bell and covered his hands.
Ichigo, though, took Grimmjow's breath away.
He was also wearing pencil heeled boots, but his were thigh high, and seemed like they were zip-up. There was a large, circular, silver buckle on the outer ankle of each boot, and a line of blunt spikes running down the outer side, from thigh to buckle. And the cherry on top of a drool-worthy cake, was the over sized white button down shirt that hung loose on Ichigo's lithe frame, the shoulder joints of the shirt falling almost to the middle of his upper arm, and the cuffs left unbuttoned and swallowing up his hands. The top button of the shirt was left open and showed a tantalising sliver of smooth, tan chest. The shirt gave him an aura of adorable, innocent seduction, but the thigh highs screamed raunchy X-rated fucking. It was brilliant, the collision of two polar opposites in one entity, and he vaguely wondered who came up with the idea, even as the bass faded and synthetic beats picked up, echoing in the hall and seemingly vibrating through him.
A female voice started singing, the voice thin and purring and moaning.
Grimmjow's amusement at the fact that they had chosen a Britney Spears track seemed cloudy and hazy, pushed to the background by the intense lust he felt at the sight of the two men on stage, focusing on Ichigo more so than Damian.
Everytime they turn the lights down
Just wanna go that extra mile for you
You got my display of affection
Feels like no one else in the room
They moved in tandem, at first simply tapping their feet and snapping their fingers in time to the beat, before nodding their heads as well. They turned to each other, running a single finger down the other's chest, slow, lazy smirks on their faces.
We can get down like there's no one around
keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Ichigo grabbed Damian by his hips and pulled him close, starting a sensual grind between them as the latter raised his hands and tugged at his hair.
Cameras are flashing while we're dirty dancing
they keep watchin', keep watchin'
Feels like the crowd is sayin'
Grimmjow felt his mouth run dry as the two of them broke away and slid down to the floor on their knees.
Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more
They were teasing and taunting, laying back so they were writhing on the floor as they lifted their hips in a thrusting motion, opening and closing their legs in time with the beat as they ran their hands up and down their inner thighs, trailing up to their chests before one hand moved to their lips and the other moved to rake through their messy hair.
Centre of attention
Even when we're up against the wall
You got me in a crazy position,
If you're on a mission, you've got my permission
Hands tugged through their hair, their heads thrown back as hips and shoulders swayed, their movement hypnotising. Ichigo looked like a debauched sex angel.
Grimmjow watched, spellbound, as Ichigo slid one long finger into his mouth and sucked, his eyes falling half mast and smouldering from under a shock of orange bangs. The golden eyes seemed to be boring into his own, but that was impossible since he couldn't be seen in the darkness. Right?
The expression on that gorgeous face turned innocent and beseeching, even as he kept up his slow and deliberate pelvic thrusts, and Grimmjow fought not to groan and rip his hair out. That had to be illegal! The way those eyebrows curved upward, the way those plumped lips pushed together in a pout, the way those beautiful, molten gold eyes glittered in the lighting...
Grimmjow's breath began to pick up as his erection throbbed in time to the beat, and the two on stage kept up their coquettish moves, lithe bodies sinuously undulating, twisting.
We can get down like there's no one around
We keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Cameras are flashing while we're dirty dancin'
They keep watchin, keep watchin
Feels like the crowd is sayin'
The blue haired man honestly couldn't get enough of how effortlessly sexy the newbie was being. It was as if last week's little panic episode had never happened, the way he was being a little sex kitten on stage. The white button up was getting wetter under the spotlight as the orange haired man began sweating. It clung to his sculpted torso, revealing hardened nipples through the now transparent cloth.
Grimmjow couldn't take his eyes off the mesmerising swivel of Ichigo's narrow hips. His hard-on was painful by now, his mind hazy because the only thing that registered in his lust addled brain was the golden eyed man who had both his hands up in the air as he ground his hips down on the air, bending his knees slightly and gyrating his pelvis.
Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more
They turned in tandem, their backs to the audience, and slapped both their hands on their rumps, looking over their shoulders and winking, swaying their hips side to side before-
Aaou!
Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more
They turned sideways and began honest to god TWERKING.
Grimmjow just stared wide eyed and gap mouthed at the spectacle on the stage, as that sexy ass popped and popped and popped that that it took every bit of strength in him to not storm onto the stage and get his hands on the damn thing and just squeeze.
It was fucking CRIMINAL .
The music started up again, and they fluidly moved to walk in a circle and spank a gorgeous ass, one shoulder raised to tuck their chin as they licked their lips slowly and blew kisses, and then Ichigo moved to grind his ass into Damian's crotch, and the music stopped suddenly, as did the dancers.
Then a funky synth started, and Grimmjow could hear a few surprised murmurs from the audience as a fast paced J-pop song began blasting out of the speakers, the singer moaning and panting like he'd just had an orgasm before he launched into words.
The men sprang into action, Damian reaching in front to rip the shirt off of Ichigo before the both of them turned so they were facing the opposite side, and Damian dropped to his knees as Ichigo gripped his sweater and pulled it free in one graceful motion, revealing Ichigo in a tight white wife beater and black booty shorts, and Damian in a black high necked sleeveless vest and similar shorts, thin chain link belts hanging around their hips.
They jumped into an energetic, well choreographed freestyle, keeping up with the tempo of the song. They had some amazing footwork, their limber bodies launching into somersaults and cartwheels, and a particularly exciting moment when Ichigo jumped, bending his legs backwards and gripping his boots, and Damian came sliding underneath him before kicking off into a single handed stand.
It suddenly struck Grimmjow how gorgeous Ichigo's face was, flushed with excitement and happiness as he effortlessly flew through the steps. He was laughing, just letting go and enjoying himself up there, and it was obvious how much he loved being there and being the object of everyone's lust. It ate at him that he hadn't seen Ichigo so happy when they were performing together.
'Laughing and flushed with joy' was a beautiful look for the orange haired man.
It occurred to Grimmjow whose idea the whole thing was. Trust Damian to barge into a person's life and pull them out of their shell and make sure they were having fun as it happened.
It was cheeky and defiant, how they'd riled everyone up with their little 'come fuck me' shirts and bone melting gazes, and then completely abandoned the act to turn into a dance routine fit for a boy band.
Their steps had turned into something a little more tango-esque, dancing facing each other at close quarters with huge grins as they executed some snazzy feet-hand-head movement which Grimmjow couldn't even follow. Then they turned away as they cartwheeled to the opposite corners of the ring before stopping, turning and fucking flying toward the pole at the centre, Ichigo going high and Damian keeping low, and holy mother of god they caught the goddamned thing and swung a round in their respective positions. Their muscles glided deliciously under sweat slicked skin, one a tawny sun kissed shade, another a paler, creamy one.
A smattering of awed murmurs reached Grimmjow's ears, and he smirked, proud of his colleagues.
The song dulled for a moment before it picked up again, and this time, the two little bastards on stage moonwalked away from each other before spinning and pulling off a pelvic thrust like 'pow!' and dancing toward each other again. Damian grabbed the pole and lifted himself up on to it, sliding down the pole as he spun around it, before moving to make way for his partner. Ichigo pulled himself up on the pole and wrapped his legs around it, bending backwards so he hung upside down, his vest almost completely see through by now.
Grimmjow admired the precise lines of his body, and the sculpted musculature that lay underneath the sun kissed skin. He was a little awed at the orangette's ability to dance in the killer heels he was wearing.
Without any warning the music changed again, and a roiling electric guitar riff ripped through the speakers.
The looks on Damian's and Ichigo's faces changed as well, turning from childish glee into a confident, seductive veneer, replete with lascivious smirks, cocked eyebrows and heavy lidded eyes as they circled each other around the pole.
Damian slid a hand down the shiny surface of the pole, keeping a burning gaze on Ichigo as he wrapped a leg around the pole, grinding against the metal. Ichigo licked his lips and caught the boot clad leg that was in the air, pulling it toward him and wrapping it around his waist, keeping the pole trapped between them.
Ooh baby don't you know I suffer
Ooh baby canyou hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?
They slid down the pole a little before Ichigo let go of the leg and Damian pulled away, and Ichigo caught hold of the pole with both his hands so he could lift his feet off the ground, stretching them straight out so the toes pointed at the ceiling before bending his knees and dropping to his feet.
They moved slowly and sensually, as they stood on two sides of the prop and placed a hand on it, lifting one leg high in a beautiful standing split, before bringing the leg back down and swaying their hips side to side in a slow drop to the floor.
They knelt, their knees placed wide apart as they ran a their hands down their chests. The Incubus Prince gripped the hem of his vest,and raised it, exposing a sliver of his washboard abs, while Ichigo hooked his thumbs under his shoulder straps and pulled them to rest on his arm. They reached back and held their ankles, bringing their hips forward to roll and buck them into the air.
They rose to their feet, strutting to the pole, positioning themselves so Damian was leaning against it with his hands raised and holding on to the metal, as Ichigo grabbed his hips and pulled him forward to grind into.
Then Ichigo was pulling his shirt off, and Damian was ripping apart his own vest, and they went at each others' mouths like they were starving. Their lips and tongues smacked together, smearing saliva all over their jaws and necks. It was a messy and arousing kiss, and Grimmjow swallowed the excess wetness that welled in his mouth. His erection had cooled down a little during their second dance, but it was back with a vengeance now.
The black haired man grinned deviously as he clutched at Ichigo's hair and tugged, and the slightly shorter orangette responded by viciously yanking at Damian's belt, pulling it out of the loops, and ripping at the tear-away black shorts, which fell to the ground in tatters.
They were standing sideways, so Grimmjow could easily see what was going on between them. Damian's cock was hard and jutting straight up from his crotch, already wet and glistening with precum under the bright spotlight. Ichigo was sporting an impressive tent in the confines of his shorts as well, and he unabashedly bucked his hips against the naked skin before him with a look of saucy glee on his face.
It was Grimmjow's first time seeing the man so dominant and in control, and it sent a zing of pleasure down his spine.
Damian wasted no time undoing the button and fly on Ichigo's pants, and was soon reaching inside to pull out the man's impressive length, rock hard and dripping with wetness. Ichigo moaned, the sound audible even above the music.
The Incubus Prince grinned like the cat that got the cream as he turned them so Moon's Fang was situated against the pole, dropped to his knees, and swallowed his dick in one go.
Ichigo threw his head back and let out a strangled roar, his hands tangling in a nest of thick, wavy black hair, and he used the grip to hold Damian's head still as he face fucked him with measured, slow strokes. His upper back and head were braced against the pole, but he pushed his hips outward so he slid down on the pole a little, watching the head bobbing on his cock with dark, hungry eyes.
The Panther King watched, eyes glazed in lust as he saw the perfect musculature of the lithe man's torso contract and flex, the abs crunching with each thrust timed to match the song, as if it was a part of the dance.
The veins on his left wrist bulged as he gripped harder and pulled Damian upward and slammed his back against the pole, and Grimmjow winced slightly. They began rutting against each other again, as the song to crashed into the chorus.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
Superstars sucked into the supermassive
Ichigo pinned Damian to the pole, and Damian quickly grabbed on to the pole above his head in preparation for what was about to come.
Ichigo grabbed onto Damian's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, holding the narrow hips in a bruising grip as he looked into his partner's eyes, waiting for the go ahead.
Damian smirked and placed his arms around his top's shoulders, before glancing at his audience and giving them a taunting smirk and a wink.
Ichigo laughed, the sound pleasant and amused, before he smirked at the audience too and entered the Incubus in one thrust.
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
Damian howled in pleasure and arched his back as best as he could in his contorted position, his mouth falling open as he panted loudly and moaned.
Ichigo was smirking through his gritted teeth as he pounded into the muscular, plush ass, and Grimmjow could almost feel like it was him that was on the receiving end of that gorgeously veined cock.
"Yes!" The Incubus screamed at a particularly hard thrust, his head lolling to the side and exposing a patch of neck that Ichigo latched onto immediately.
Grimmjow couldn't see Ichigo's face clearly, his view blocked by black hair and a column of pale neck, but he could see the man's jaw working as he sucked and swallowed.
"Yes yes ungh YES!"
Damian had always been pretty loose lipped and loud during sex.
Grimmjow repressed the urge to slide his hand into his pants and jerk himself off like some of the others were doing. Instead, he rubbed his hand on his cloth covered erection to ease the burn a little.
They really were a work of art, the two gorgeous specimens of male beauty entwined together, one with milky skin and messy, wavy black hair, the other with golden tan skin and spiky hair the shade of sunset. Damian was slightly broader at the shoulders with more muscle on his arms, which were taut and pronounced in his curled up position, whereas Ichigo was built like a swimmer, with a muscle tone that was compact and sleek. Blunt nails raked angry red lines across the curve of a pale ass, and Ichigo's back was riddled with scratches. Ichigo's black shorts were almost falling off, caught at the tops of his black leather boots. Grimmjow could see his balls slapping against Damian's bottom as Damian let out a litany of nonsensical words, all of which sounded like mangled versions of the words 'Fang' and 'Oh my god' and 'fuck me harder'. There were also a few 'So goo- ooh-ood!'s and 'Gimme it!'s thrown in there, lost in the bass of the song.
As the song began to build, so did the pace of the thrusts, till they were nothing but a frantic race to the finish line.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
Superstars sucked into the supermassive
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
Superstars sucked into the supermassive
Damian froze suddenly, his head thrown back in a loud wail of "holy fucking shit!" as he came, his come spurting out of his cock and spattering on their chests. Ichigo sped up, bucking savagely, biting out inaudible curses, before he stilled too, and his head lolled backwards as he let out a long, drawn out moan of satisfaction.
Grimmjow sank back into the cushions, his hands buried in his hair as he tugged lightly. His breath was heavy. His boxers were sticky with come.
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
*********continues...
For BlueRegina06, who wanted to see it happen through someone else's eyes.
I used Damian here because I really didn't know who else to bring in. I considered Renji, or Yumichika, but I dunno, it didn't feel right to me...
Review and tell me what you think, you guys inspire me to write more.
