A/N: ph-v: If you've gotten his far and haven't reviewed I'll send sic Shinji on your ass.
Shinji: She will.
ph-v: And it won't be pretty.
Shinji: No it won't.
ph-v: Care to do the disclaimers and shit, Shinji my sweet? Before I bring you into the story for realsies?
Shinji: This is chapter 8 right?
Ph-v: No, dipshit, it's chapter 4.
Shinji: =throws newscaster prop papers in the air= Then what the fuck am I doing here?
Ph-v: Giving warnings and shit, duh. Don't worry my favorite little cocksucker, you'll get your sexytime with Nnoitra soon enough.
Shinji: Fine. This bitch doesn't own anything and there's always a lot of fuckin' cuss words and shit. There. Stupid demanding cunt.
Ph-v: Thank you. Now go away, the chapter's starting.
As Ichigo snapped his own phone shut he looked down at what he was wearing. Pajama bottoms and a white wifebeater.
"Well I guess I should change," he thought blandly. He was surprisingly calm now. As if hearing Grimmjow's voice had put some spell on him.
The redhead pushed himself off his bed and walked over to the small pile of boxes in the corner of his 'bedroom'.
He hadn't brought much. He didn't need much. Just some clothes, shoes, and basic toiletries. He rummaged through the boxes until he located some black skinny jeans and a navy blue v neck shirt. Since he heard the rain pattering on his window when he had woken up he also grabbed a baggy grey boyfriend sweater and the least 'holy' of his vans.
Ichigo pulled the clothes on leisurely, pondering the odd greeting that he had recieved. Who was Nnoi? Who was the guy he was refering to? He hadn't sounded sleepy in the least so what had he been doing up?
Ichigo mosied into his kitchen. He spotted a near empty bottle of captian morgan and grabbed it reflexively swinging it halfway to his mouth before he stopped himself.
The young man pulled back to look at the bottle in his hand. He stared at the remaining liquid for a moment before pulling his arm back and hurling the container across the room and the next so that it shattered explosively on the living room wall.
Ichigo's eyes lingered on the dark brown splatter mark for a long time until they were pulled away at the sound of his door buzzer.
He shook himself from his thoughts and went to the door opening it to reveal a very well dressed Grimmjow.
"Hot date?" the redhead deadpaned.
"Har har. Business party. Sort of a going away thing. Guy had enough of the city I guess."
"You wore an armani suit to a going away party?"
Grimmjow scowled and Ichigo's heart twitched. "What, were ya a fashion designer in Karakura?"
Ichigo felt himself chuckling. "Nope, wrong again."
It had become a sort of a game in their phone conversations. Grimmjow would fruitlessly try to guess what Ichigo had done as a living in Kurakura and Ichigo would laugh at his absurd far he hadn't come close to either of Ichigo's jobs. Not that the redhead expected him to.
"Damn. I'll get it sooner or later princess." Grimmjow smirked at him before his eyes wandered into Ichigo's apartment and settled on the newly formed stain on the wall and the glass debris on the rug.
Ichigo hastily stepped out his door closing it quickly behind him. He locked it and then started off towards the dreaded stairwell asking, "So where we going?"
He heard the blue haired man's surprising light footsteps behind him as they trotted down the stairs. "A club. If yer not a designer, how do ya know what an armani suit looks like?"
Ichigo knew better than to say he owned several. They were at Zangetsu's place where the old man kept them unless the family had...business partners over.
So Ichigo shrugged. "Magazines?" he offered.
He heard Grimmjow scoff softly. "Never mind then."
"So a club?"
"Yeah. Nothing as good as CHAIN or Zanpakto in this place but it the best they've got," said Grimmjow listing the best clubs on each side of Karakura respectively.
Ichigo smiled when he heard the name of his uncle's club. "You've been to Zanpakto?"
"Of course I've been to Zanpakto princess. Best club on Seritei side-I used to go at least once a week when I lived in Karakura. Bombass dj."
"Yeah Ikkaku is the best. Funny though, youd think I'd remember guy with blue hair. I went there at least three times a week."
"Well I haven't visited Kurakura in over two years princess. Plus I still dyed my hair in those days."
Ichigo stopped his descent and turned to look at the elder. "Why the fuck would you do that?" Grimmjow had beautiful hair, why the hell would he hide it?
"Dye my hair?" Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. "I didn't have the position I do now. I liked having a job and didn't want to be pegged as a trouble maker."
Ichigo heard the lie in the man's voice but turned and continued walking down the stairs after a moment. He wasn't looking for confrontation. Besides, he himself had had to temporarily dye his own hair on occasion. Tangerine locks had a tendency to stick out like a sore thumb.
"Whatever."
Of course Grimmjow wasn't the kind of person that would hide who he was just to keep a job. Ichigo hadn't known him very long but he could tell that Grimmjow was the kind of man who got what he wanted and didn't give two shits if someone thought he looked like a troublemaker. He was lying. Question was why...
They reached the bottom floor of Ichigo's apartment building and found as they passed through the front doors that the rain had backed down to a light drizzle again.
The two hopped into Grimmjow's car and the blue haired man took off at an illegal speed. Ichigo didn't mind. Shiro drived live a maniac. Hell, Shiro was a maniac. Bottom line- Ichigo was used to reckless driving and didn't flinch as Grimmjow swerved around corners and disregarded stop signs as if they were suggestions rather than commands.
Grimmjow was taking them through the city toward its center and soon they were surrounded by cars with drivers as reckless as Grimmjow. A lesser man might have breathed a sigh of relief when the handsomely dressed man finally screeched to a stop.
The two of them exited and Ichigo followed Grimmjow as he turned a corner to weave through a ridiculously long line of club goers. Soon they didn't have to weave as people began to part for them. Ichigo noticed widened eyes and they raked over the blue hair and face of the man he was following.
Ichigo stayed close to Grimmjow and kept his eyes hidden. He didn't particularly want to garner extra attention, and used Grimmjow as an attention grabbing distraction. Until they reached the bouncers that was. As Grimmjow passed by them, a small part of Ichigo's pride caused him to look up into the large thugs' faces, allowing a smile smile to grace his features.
But the smile didn't reach his eyes. They narrowed in smug arrogance backed by power and lethality. He could pacifically feel the red seeping into his iris and his smile broadened into a leer. He didn't blink as his eyes flicked from on large muscle man to the other.
The eyes of demon.
The bouncers' eyes widened comically before they hurriedly looked away, standing up straight at attention. They were trying obviously hard not to meet Ichigo's eyes again should he see the fear in them and attack at the hint of such weakness.
Grimmjow had turned to say something to the bouncers so they would let Ichigo in as well and the redhead let his mask slip back on as he waltzed in himself without being hindered.
Ichigo noted how Grimmjow's eyebrows raised slightly and the redhead purred, "Shall we?" gesturing to the flashing innards of the club. Grimmjow blinked before smirking himself and turning to plunge into the heat and noise of the establishment.
Used to club scenes, Ichigo didn't lose sight of Grimmjow even as bright lights in a myriad of colors flashed in his eyes. He continued to follow him through the mass of people until they reached a bar to the side of the dance floor. Dubstep blasted through unseen speakers and the redhead watched the sweating withering mass as they moved to the fucked up techno.
Ichigo took a stool next to the one Grimmjow was perched on. He noted that the lights did strange things to the man's hair shade.
Grimmjow caught the attention of the bartender. "A kryptonite and coke." he looked to Ichigo. "That's cool right?"
Ichigo nodded, grateful that he didn't have to explain the broken bottle in his apartment. He watched Grimmjow sip his green tinged dring before the man turned to him.
"Were you a bartender?"
Ichigo smirked as he shed his sweater. "Nope, my brother Shiro is though. Where did that one come from?"
Grimmjow shrugged a shoulder."Ya said said you went to Zanpakto a lot. I figured ya might have a part time job."
Well he had worked at a club. And he did work for the owner of Zanpakto. The redhead smirked again. "Close but no cigar."
He smiled into his coke as he felt cyan eyes on his face.
"C'mon." Ichigo was suddenly grabbed by the hand and he barely had time to put his glass on the counter before he was swept away by Grimmjow. The blue haired man led him to the dancefloor.
"You sure you wanna embarrass yourself Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked as they plunged into the mass of dancers.
"I wanna dance with you,"
Ichigo felt the words growled huskily next to his ear and registered the large hand resting on his hip.
"That a problem?"
His heartbeat was suddenly much louder than the bass blasting through the speakers.
"Fine." Ichigo said as he turned so that he was flush against Grimmjow's chest, and reached his hands up so they were on the man's neck. "But you have to promise," He whispered as he dropped quickly bending his knees and sliding down the man's front sliding his hand over biceps before sliding back up, effectively grinding himself against Grimmjow's hips and tangling his hands into that gorgeous blue hair. "Not to get jealous," he finished breathily.
Grimmjow said nothing as his hands grasped Ichigo's hips as they undulated to the beat of the music and matched them.
Ichigo felt his mind leave and eyes close as he tilled his head back and put his hands on top of Grimmjow's. The music seemed to course through his blood and he felt hot breath on his neck . The redhead turned his head so he and Grimmjow were temple to temple. He breathed in the scent of rain, mint, and...blood?
Ichigo turned so that he could wrap his arms around the taller man's shoulders and brought his face close to Grimmjow's neck under the pretense of dancing closer. There. The scent of blood on his suit. In his suit? He hadn't noticed any mysterious stains on the armani suit beforehand. Ichigo let his body go on automatic as he contemplated this. Why would Grimmjow's suit smell faintly of blood? And it was defiantly blood. Ichigo knew that scent all too well.
There was something about the older man that was escaping Ichigo. He radiated power and animalistic dominance. He couldn't be a simple office worker. Could he? Maybe some people were born that way. But then again, crowds didn't part for simple office workers. Ichigo knew, he exactly wasn't normal either…
'…I'll think about it later,' Ichigo promised himself. 'I asked Grimmjow out to get away from my thoughts.'
Ichigo returned to his body and danced like there was no tomorrow. He pulled Grimmjow close and let himself get lost in his scent and heat. He found himself shivering in excitement. The feel of Grimmjow beneath his fingers and of the man's hands ghosting over his thighs was driving him crazy. Time flew by as Ichigo twisted and ground into the beautiful blue-haired god behind him.
He wanted more. He wanted Grimmjow to dominate him completely. He wanted to abandon control. He wanted it so badly it sung in his blood.
Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow's tie, pulling their faces closer. Closer. A hair's breadth away.
What if I have to do that to him too?
Ichigo stopped dancing. He took a step backwards, out of Grimmjow's embrace, letting the tie fall from his fingers.
The blood. All that blood.
"Ichigo?"
Kaien.
"I need drink."
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