Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. All rights and reserves belong to Tite Kubo.
Warnings: To hell with it, you'll find out as you read along.
Okay here it is, 2nd of 3 parts of The Cat's Meow Chapter. Which would be stupid long if i had kept it all together. And uh, sorry for that long break i took, i met a woman that made me question my sexuality, haha, fancy that. Anyways, thanks a bunch for screming at me in PM's! Greatly appreciate it, and honestly, for this whole break i took, i deserved it. But i did give you a oneshot to chew on for a little while, didn't i? Isn't that good enough for you people?
Ichigo wanted to keep dancing all night, but sadly after another heated kiss, the bluenette led him off of the dance floor to go and get something to drink, before sitting back down. Now that he wasn't being possessed by the music, the orange haired man was more insecure than ever. Had he really just ground his ass into Grimmjow? And then another thought invaded his mind, of the feeling of that hard cock straining against the fabric of the bluenette's jeans, working him slowly into a frenzy. He wanted more, he needed more, and he felt himself gliding serenely towards the brink of insanity every time the man licked his full lips.
Oh god…he wanted more of those lips on his body, he wanted to feel that now obvious erection deep inside of him. He felt his cheeks flush at his own minds vulgarity, and silently sipped his beer. I am not a slut, I am not a slut, I am not a slut, he repeated it over and over until he convinced himself of it, totally oblivious to the man next to him, who had been trying to get his attention for the last five minutes.
A large hand went over his eyes suddenly and snapped, the loud noise made him jump back and hit his head on the corner of the booth they were sitting in.
Ichigo rubbed the back of his head and glared at the bluenette disdainfully, waiting to hear what it was he was trying to tell him. But when the bluenette's information didn't seem to be forthcoming, he growled, and took a long gulp of his beer, and set it on the table with a satisfying thud. Then he looked over at Grimmjow to give him a piece of his mind.
But he didn't get that far. "Ichigo…" Grimmjow growled, successfully derailing his train of thought. He shivered when his name was said in that deep baritone, and those gorgeous, slightly amused slightly annoyed eyes bored into him. "I think you've lied to me about something, darling." So entranced was he, that he almost didn't notice that he was being accused of being a liar. Normally, he would be pissed, but he felt more shock than anger and he just sat there for a moment, shifting nervously on the hard leather cushion.
"I haven't lied to you about anything." Ichigo stated, taking a tentative sip of the icy beverage after, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to remember if what he was saying now was a lie or not. But he couldn't seem to dredge up any memories at all, with the music pounding through him and with Grimmjow in such close proximity, he just couldn't think clearly.
Grimmjow snorted, taking a long gulp of the beer, taking down about half of the golden liquid, before he turned his eyes on him again, decidedly more amused than annoyed. He leaned in very close to Ichigo so he could whisper, "Think long and hard, Ichi." The orange head shivered and bit back a moan at the suggestive tone in his voice. "C'mon, I know you remember."
Ichigo shook his head, trying to clear the haze that had come over his thoughts. He shifted through their moments together, their exchanges, witty banter and all, but he couldn't seem to remember ever having lied to him about anything. In fact, he'd been more truthful with him that he probably had intended to be, I mean, they did technically just meet the day before. A thought that, almost sent his mind reeling. Already he wanted to hop into bed with the man and he'd only met him yesterday? He really was turning into a slut.
But if it was for Grimmjow, he didn't mind it so much.
"I've never lied to you, Grimmjow." Ichigo said, very clearly. He didn't care so much anymore. Judging by the way Grimmjow's body was reacting, he was interested, more than interested in him, so why deny himself? Thinking about it, he didn't know why exactly, he'd had as many one night stands as were acceptable for an adult, so why was he trying to abstain now?
Looking over at Grimmjow, he saw the bluenette's eyes mercifully closed, and he got to actually study the rest of the man's face. And he saw then why he had been so adamant about just parting his legs for him. He saw it in the maniac smile on his face as he seemed to reason out something with himself, he saw it in those long fingers that were pinching the bridge of his nose only adding to his look of perpetual frustration, and he heard it, in the deep rumble that was his voice. It essentially was what had drawn him in, like a bird to nectar, that voice. He knew why now, that he had been keeping himself from tearing off his clothes and screaming 'Take me', despite the fact that it would make him look like an utter fool and a slut.
He wanted Grimmjow for a much longer amount of time. Ichigo didn't want him to be just some one night stand, guys who fucked once and never saw each other again. As corny as it sounded, he liked spending time with him, he wanted to get to know him better and be friends with him, best friends turned lovers. Those eyes opened again, and suddenly he was sucked in again, without time to prepare himself for the sudden onslaught of heat and emotion that he got whenever those eyes looked at him.
What had Grimmjow done to him in the course of a day?
Grimmjow glared down at Ichigo, whose nut brown eyes seemed to be glazed over slightly, and staring at his mouth in a dreamy way. He wondered momentarily if it was possible to get drunk from just one beer, but he continued on anyway. It was never a good feeling to be lied to, and Grimmjow wasn't going to have it, not even from this gorgeous little berry sitting in front of him. When the kid finally admitted his wrong, he would punish him.
That thought alone made his mind kick into high gear. His head filled with images of Ichigo his bare ass in the air laid over the bluenette's lap, begging him to 'Please be gentle'. Grimmjow pushed the thought out of his mind before his annoyance fully went away. He wanted to sound as convincing as possible, and convey a bit of the anger that he knew would come back when he wasn't being stared at by those gorgeous, now fully aware eyes.
"Alright, I tried to help you, darling, but you refuse to admit your wrong." The berry looked completely and utterly confused, and it would've been too cute to handle if Grimmjow wasn't building up bravado right at the moment. "Tell me, where did you learn to dance?"
Ichigo seemed to blink his way out of the fog, and his mouth started working, and he let out a little laugh, it sounded so gorgeous, he found his angry stance relaxing a bit. "You think I lied to you about not going to a club before? Let me tell you, I have never let Shinji actually drag me all the way downtown, like you did." The orange head scooted closer, his heat and sweet breath drifting over Grimmjow, lessening his ridged position even more, and he found himself leaning closer to Ichigo. "But what normal human being has never been to a party before?" The bluenette shook his head leaning away, and taking a swig of the beer, hiding his surprise from the berry.
Why the hell hadn't I thought of that before? He thought, kicking himself. He should've known from the kids roaming gaze that he hadn't been lying. Otherwise, his eyes would've been on Grimmjow, obviously.
"Didn't think of that did you?" Ichigo asked, his breath ghosting over Grimmjow's shoulder. He suppressed a shiver at that light teasing tone, and the light smell of beer on the younger man. God, that sultry look in those half-mast eyes, he just wanted to drag Ichigo out of the club and ravish him.
He grinned as his thoughts turned to the more perverted side. Or maybe he could just take him here and now, it was dark enough back here, and there weren't many people ready to actually sit and eat yet, so maybe… Grimmjow was broken out of his thoughts by a usually welcome voice, now turned annoying.
"Itsugo, I saw you dancing you were great! You gotta teach Nel sometime." Neliel squealed, sliding into the booth next to Ichigo, casting an apologetic look his way before continuing to embarrass Ichigo into that deep blush that Grimmjow liked. He just wondered if he would ever get to see it again after the concert was over and they were moving on in their tour. The bluenette made a noise between a sigh and a growl, and threw his arm over the top of the booth, while he downed the rest of the beer, calling the cat like woman over to him to get another one.
The woman, now he knew her as Yoruichi, said that she wasn't actually a waitress, she was the owner, and she would get a waitress to come to them in a moment. While he waited, he contemplated the difficulty of getting Aizen and Ichigo to agree to the orange head coming along on their tour. He knew it'd be a long shot with Aizen and damn near impossible with Ichigo. He couldn't very well ask Ichigo to just drop everything he was doing, leave his whole life behind to go perusing the country with some stranger. He shook his head, they weren't strangers anymore, they knew each other's backstories, as basic as they were, and Grimmjow edited out all of the rock star parts of course. They were as close as two people could be after only one day of acquaintance.
As much as Grimmjow hated to admit it, the berry had gotten under his skin, invaded every sense, and captured more than just his attention. He was attracted to him like a moth to a flame, and he knew that in the long run, he was going to get burned. Even if Ichigo let him warm his bed, he wouldn't be able to see him again after tonight. It would be literally a one night stand, and he'd leave behind a note on the pillow with a simple 'Goodbye' scrawled on it in his horrific handwriting, like in some sad movie. They'd part, but he'd never stop thinking about him, about what could've happened if he wasn't a famous rock star.
He was shocked out of his musings when a tall, thin woman slammed down three beers, condensation running down their sides in rivulets. She took the two empty bottles and lone shot glass that Neliel had had, and took them with her, disappearing like a wisp of smoke amongst the drunkards in the darkest corner of the club. That woman too had worn cat ears, only she was also wearing a long, slightly curled tail on the back of her black slacks, a look better pulled off by a less irritable woman.
Maybe Ichigo would look good dressed up like that too, but he didn't ever want the orange head to wear it. Men dressed like women, was just not his cup of tea.
"Grimmy! The idiot and Ichi's friend are going kinda far don't you think?" Grimmjow looked first at Nel, and traced her worried hazel gaze to the two men currently making out and sinking to the floor, only inches away from the huge throng of dancers. The bluenette groaned, why Nnoi couldn't learn that some places aren't appropriate for spontaneous fucking. Though, he really couldn't talk about Nnoitora when he had just been thinking of doing the same thing with Ichigo, only moments before.
He stood with a sigh, taking one last longing look at his drink before heading over to where the two men were dry humping each other Nnoitora trying to get the smaller man's shirt off of his head. Luckily none of the other people seemed to notice, so enthralled were they by a fight that had broken out on the farther side of the club.
Ulquiorra got there a moment before he did, hauling the tall stick like man off of the blonde with a look that could almost be mistaken for cold indifference, if you weren't as close to him as Grimmjow and Nnoitora was. They could both see the slight scowl on the green eyed man's face, and the light in his emerald eyes, burning like the flames of hell. He wondered if Ulquiorra had feeling for the man, but those thoughts were shot down when the look of sheer anger was stifled down, and his emotionless mask went back on, which wasn't a good sign at all.
"Did you forget who you are Nnoitora Jiruga? I'm sure Aizen sama would be very displeased to hear that you were taking advantage of some poor innocent bystander." Ichigo's friend, Grimmjow remembered that he'd called him Shinji, snorted and stood up, seemingly unaffected by the whole ordeal. He looked Ulquiorra very seriously in the eye, showing no fear whatsoever, and momentarily Grimmjow was impressed.
"I'm not a poor bystander, it take two to tango, Ulquiorra san." The blonde said, with a maniacal grin that reminded him too closely of Nnoitora's for comfort. "The innocent part is just laughable." He finished, offhandedly, stepping closer to Nnoitora, who dumbly wrapped his arms around the blondes waist, this time, Ulquiorra didn't let his mask slip up, he only turned to Grimmjow with a sigh.
"I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be turning to you for help, but please make these umbilical's see their stupidity." Ulquiorra said briefly and spun on his heel, not even waiting for Grimmjow to reply. He stopped by the tall lanky man to add one last thing. "If the concert wasn't tomorrow, oh, I'd give you a few wounds to think about." And then he was off, to probably scare the living hell out of someone else. Though, Grimmjow was pretty sure that he and Nnoitora had more than enough living hell to go around for quite a while.
It's not so much of a cliffhanger, thank the gods! Haha, well, see ya'll next time, drop a review if you got a second to spare. I know how you American's are, rushing around like the speed of light. Well, if you are reading this, Arigato and see you next time!