The trip down the black, marble stairs was noisy, Ichigo leading the way down. Behind him, the three vampires chattered away about meeting his friends and wondering if they would be anywhere near as amusing as the orange head. Ichigo kept to himself, his mind off in another place entirely. He liked to call it his happy place but there wasn't much to it, just a sideways world filled with blue buildings. Going there was his way of mentally preparing himself for what was bound to happen when his friends caught sight of his company. He groaned, imagining Inoue drooling over the men, Keigo freaking out because he was with the owner of the club, and Ishida..well he didn't really want to go there. He silently thanked the heavens for at least giving him two 'normal' friends who wouldn't cause problems. Chad and Tatsuki would most likely be indifferent to the whole thing. That left Mizurio who wouldn't be interested at all. He was a ladies man so three extremely good looking men wouldn't catch his attention.
By the time Ichigo had finished with his musings, he had reached the door, the only layer protecting him from the unavoidable horrors to come. The door opened suddenly, startling Ichigo as he stood there blinking. Nnoitra's creepy smile greeted him from the other side of the door, his long fingers curling around the wood. "What do we have here?" Nnoitra questioned, his eyes raking over Ichigo's form. The grin on the lanky man's face widened and Ichigo silently mused to himself that the grin would split the man's head in half.
"Back off Nnoitra. He's not your's to mess with. This will be your only warning," Ulquiorra's drawling voice spoke, moving to stand behind Ichigo. Nnoitra stepped back out of the way, allowing the small group to step forward into the front room. Taking a look around, Ichigo spotted two figures standing in the corner of the room, whispering to each other and giggling every now and then. The pair turned their heads, flashing grins as they locked gazes with the orange head. An uncomfortable feeling flowed through him when he spotted the gleaming fangs through their slightly parted lips, and Ichigo quickly looked away. His gaze fell on the other man in the room, quickly recognizing him from earlier. Red eyes bore into his and the man gave him a slight bow.
"Nice to see ya again. Names Ichimaru Gin," the man stated, holding a long, bony fingered hand out to Ichigo.
The orange head took it, mumbling a curt, "Kurosaki Ichigo," before dropping his hand to his side. Gin looked him up and down, grinning wolfishly when his eyes landed on Ichigo's neck.
"That's a nice little bite ya got there," he remarked, noting the light pink flush that spread across Ichigo's cheeks as his hand came up to cover the mark. A pale arm snaked around Ichigo's waist as Shirosaki rested his chin on the human's shoulder.
"Isn't it though? I think it just might be my best work yet," Shirosaki purred against Ichigo's ear, his golden orbs trained on Gin, emitting a silent warning from their depths. Gin stepped back, his fingers curling around the handle of the door that would allow them entrance into the club.
"That it is," Gin mumbled, pulling the door open. Ichigo gave the man a slight nod before disappearing through the door and into the club, Shirosaki's arm still wrapped tightly around his waist.
Inside the club, Shirosaki led him to the back of the room. As they passed the dance floor, Ichigo caught Inoue's gaze, letting out a defeated groan when she untangled herself from her dance partner, her eyes curious. He stumbled slightly when Shirosaki kept moving even though his feet had stopped. The silver haired vampire turned his head to look over his shoulder, a smirk tugging on his lips after taking in Ichigo's expression.
"Ya look like the world's gonna explode at any given moment," the vampire remarked, stopping at one of the small, circular tables. With his free arm, he pulled a chair out, motioning for Ichigo to sit down.
"I would rather deal with that then the torment I'm about to endure," Ichigo mumbled, his hands over his face as he rested his elbows on the small table. Shirosaki shook his head, chuckling.
"Ya sure do like bein over dramatic don't ya? How about I get ya a drink ta help soothe your nerves?" Shirosaki offered, placing his hands on Ichigo's shoulders. The orange head let out a content moan as those pale fingers dug into his flesh, massaging his tense muscles.
"A drink would be...nice," Ichigo drawled, leaning into Shirosaki's fingers. The vampire grinned, leaning his head down so his lips were against Ichigo's ear.
"What would you like?" Shirosaki questioned, flicking his tongue out to run across the shell of Ichigo's ear. A sigh left Ichigo's lips, his eye lids drooping. He knew Shirosaki was asking what he would like to drink, but the tone in his voice seemed to imply something completely different, and Ichigo found himself wanting to agree to the implication. Closing his eyes, he let out a low groan when Shirosaki's experienced fingers smoothed out the knot in between his shoulder blades. It took him a moment to remember that the vampire had asked him a question, and Ichigo shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"Just get me something strong," he stated, his voice light and breathy.
"Right away," Shirosaki whispered, trailing his fingers across Ichigo's neck before leaving the orange head sitting alone at the table. Ichigo leaned back in his chair, willing his mind to stay focused. It would do him no good to lose his cool. The sound of a chair scrapping against the floor snapped Ichigo back to reality, and he flicked his gaze towards the sound.
"Yo," Grimmjow said, sliding into the seat, a glass of some caramel colored liquid in his hand. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip before setting the glass on the table.
"Where's Ulquiorra?" Ichigo questioned, glancing around for the raven haired vampire. Grimmjow slumped forward, placing his elbows on the table. He swirled the contents of his glass as he stretched his arms out.
"Halibel needed him to look over some things. He should be joinin us soon," Grimmjow explained, taking another pull off his drink.
"Halibel?" Ichigo questioned, raising an eyebrow. Grimmjow smirked, staring down at his glass.
"She's a really tall, curvy blonde," the teal haired vampire mused. Ichigo thought back to the woman that he had seen talking to Ulquiorra at the bar earlier that night, deciding that she must be the one Grimmjow was describing.
"What's her job here?" Ichigo asked, crossing his ankles. Grimmjow snorted, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his chin with his hand.
"She's in charge of security. She may look feminine, but she's the biggest hard ass I know," Grimmjow explained, and Ichigo couldn't help the small laugh that sprouted up at his description. Grimmjow smirked at his reaction, shaking his head.
"Looks like you two were havin fun while I was gone," Shirosaki remarked, appearing next to Ichigo, making the human jump in his seat. Shirosaki grinned, handing Ichigo a glass filled with a dark brown liquid. Ichigo took it, giving Shirosaki a warm smile as the vampire slid into the seat next to him. Shirosaki leaned back, his arms behind his head as he glanced between Ichigo and Grimmjow. "So what were ya two talkin about?" He asked, fixing his eyes on Grimmjow.
"He was telling me about Halibel," Ichigo interjected before taking a sip from his glass. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, warming his insides. He let out a small cough, setting the glass back on the table. "What is this?" He questioned pointing at the glass.
"Brandy. You asked for somethin strong," Shirosaki answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"Ichigo?" A shrill voice exclaimed from somewhere behind the orange head, and Ichigo groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
"Let the torment begin," he murmured into his hands. A grip on his shoulder made him lift his gaze, turning to look behind him. "Hey Inoue," he stated, running a hand through his hair nervously.
"Where have you been?" The woman questioned, her gaze flicking between Ichigo and the two men sitting with him. At that moment, Ulquiorra chose to make his appearance, coming to a stop next to the orange haired woman. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his eyebrow raised in question. Inoue turned to him, her eyes widening in delight.
"Inoue, this is Grimmjow, Shirosaki, and Ulquiorra," Ichigo explained, catching the woman's attention long enough to introduce them before she turned back to Ulquiorra, a large smile on her lips.
"Nice to meet you," she stated cheerily, holding her hand out towards the raven haired male. Ulquiorra stared at her hand for a moment before shaking it gingerly. Ichigo groaned, burying his head in his arms, a scowl on his lips. The next one that appeared was Tatsuki. She just nodded to the three after introductions before turning to Ichigo.
"It would have been nice if ya let us know where ya went before disappearing like that!" She hissed, towering over the orange haired male. Ichigo rolled his eyes taking a big gulp from his drink, ignoring the burn on his throat.
Chad and Ishida appeared next. Chad said nothing, tilting his head slightly to acknowledge that he was paying attention. His gaze flickered to Ichigo momentarily, making sure the orange head was fine before mumbling something about going to get a drink. Ishida on the other hand...well let's just say Ichigo wanted to bang his head against the table. The thin male had pushed his glasses up his nose before fixing Grimmjow and Ulquiorra with a hard, calculating stare. Ulquiorra ignored the man, too focused on pulling his arm free from Inoue's grasp. Ichigo watched as Ishida's eyes moved to Shirosaki, a knowing look morphing onto his features.
"You're Shirosaki Ogichi, the owner of the club," he stated matter-of-factly. Shirosaki leaned back in his chair, his arms folded over his chest as he sized up the pencil thin man.
"That's correct," he stated indifferently, turning his gaze back on Ichigo. Ishida noticed this, his gaze flicking between the two, his eyebrow raised.
"I do admire what you have done here. I'm in the process of getting my business degree so I can open my own company. Where did you go to college?" Ishida questioned, pulling up a chair to sit in between Ichigo and Shirosaki. The silver haired male gave him an incredulous look, clearly annoyed with the young male.
"I got my degree overseas," Shirosaki ground out through clenched teeth, glaring at Ishida. The human didn't seem to notice this as he crossed his legs.
Pushing his glasses up, Ishida questioned, "What country? I've been thinking of attending one in America myself." Ichigo noticed the murderous look flashing over Shirosaki's face ever so subtly and took it as his cue to intervene.
"Ishida stop pestering him," Ichigo demanded, shooting the man a warning look when he turned his gaze over to him.
"Kurosaki, I am merely trying to have a decent conversation with someone in the same field that I want to go in to," Ishida remarked.
"And I would truly love to continue this chat, but I did promise Ichigo a dance," Shirosaki stated, scooting his chair away from the table. Ichigo did the same, doing a happy dance of his own in his head. Karma was being good to him for once.
"Ichigo!" Or maybe not...The orange head would know that whiny voice anywhere and turned to find Keigo and Mizurio walking up to the table. The brunette lunged himself at Ichigo, attempting to hug the taller male, but got a fist to the face for his efforts instead. He crumbled to the ground, crying and ranting something along the lines of being so glad that Ichigo was alive and well. Mizurio on the other hand had yet to look up from his cell phone, a smirk on his lips.
"Could this day get any worse?" Ichigo mumbled to himself, his head in his hands. The sound of giggling hit his ears, and he looked up, spotting Inoue and Tatsuki huddled together. Confusion flashed over his face and he glanced over to Ulquiorra who seemed to be keeping Grimmjow under control. When did Inoue let go of him?
Ichigo turned his head back to look at the two girls to find them pointing at him, their eyes shining with mirth. Tatsuki leaned over, whispering something in Inoue's ear, making the strawberry blonde blush and giggle some more. Inoue's fingers came up to brush over her neck, her gaze teasing. "Oh fuck," Ichigo whispered as the two girls nodded to each other before standing up, making their way over. Ichigo let out a small whimper, knowing full well what was coming. Shirosaki looked at the orange head, his expression turning worried after taking in the nearly mortified look on Ichigo's face.
"Ichigo?" Tatsuki questioned, placing a hand on the orange haired male's shoulder, her finger brushing over the mark on his neck. Ichigo let out a muffled sound, his head buried in his hands again. "Where did you get this lovely piece of work?" Tatsuki questioned, her voice light and teasing.
"None of your business!" Ichigo managed to mumble, his face becoming hot.
"Come on Ichigo! It's not every day that we see a love bite on your neck!" Inoue pleaded, jutting her lower lip out in a pout. Ichigo shook his head, squirming away form Tatsuki's touch. He reached out blindly, his fingers curling around his glass. Ichigo downed the rest of his drink, slamming the glass back onto the table. Finally chancing his luck, Ichigo looked up, regretting the decision right away. Every single person's eyes were on him, even Mizurio who had shut his phone for the first time in his life. Ulquiorra turned to Grimmjow, whispering something into the man's ear. Grimmjow nodded, darting off. Ichigo turned to look at Shirosaki, his eyes pleading.
"Please Ichigo! Tell us!" Inoue pleaded, clasping her hands together and bouncing on her heels.
"I don't kiss and tell," Ichigo retorted, folding his arms defiantly over his chest. Next to him Tatsuki cracked her knuckles, a determined look on her face.
"I'll beat it out of you if I have to!" She hissed. Grimmjow reappeared then, placing another drink on the table in front of Ichigo. The orange head looked down at it before looking up into teal eyes, silently thanking the man for being his savior. Grimmjow just smirked, shaking his head.
Ichigo grabbed the glass, downing the contents without really tasting what was in it. Once the empty glass hit the table, Shirosaki took his chance to step forward, his fingers curling around Ichigo's wrist. The orange head looked up at him with wide eyes as Shirosaki pulled him up from his seat.
"How about that dance," Shirosaki whispered in Ichigo's ear, making his voice loud enough for the table's other occupants to hear. Ichigo nodded enthusiastically, allowing Shirosaki to pull him away from the many questioning looks.
Once they reached the polished wood of the dance floor, Ichigo let out a relief filled sigh, his taunt muscles unraveling, leaving his body feeling light. He allowed Shirosaki to pull him against the vampire's broad chest, his hand coming out to rest on the blue fabric covering the pale skin. Shirosaki's own arms wrapped around Ichigo, pulling him insanely close. "Your friends are somethin else," the silver haired vampire murmured, his eyes boring into Ichigo's.
"I warned you, but did you listen! Noooo!" Ichigo retorted, drawing out the last word as long as he could. Shirosaki's lips suddenly pressed against his own, making Ichigo squeak, his eyes widening. Shirosaki's hands moved to grip Ichigo's hips as he led the younger male to dance, slowly swaying his hips.
Ichigo's hands slid from their spot on the vampire's chest to circle around his neck, twirling the silver locks of hair with his fingers. He leaned in, deepening the kiss, his chocolate orbs fluttering closed. Ichigo barely registered the tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, parting his lips unconsciously. Shirosaki's tongue darted into his mouth, mapping every dip and crevasse of the wet cavern before brushing against Ichigo's own tongue, coaxing it to play.
Tanned fingers tugged lightly at silver locks as Shirosaki nipped at Ichigo's tongue, pressing his body fully against the younger male's. As the music changed to something faster, Shirosaki ground his hips against Ichigo's, slipping a knee between the orange head's legs. Ichigo moaned into the kiss, his hands moving to wrap around Shirosaki's waist and under the fabric of his shirt. His nails dug into the vampire's back when Shirosaki broke the kiss, his lips falling to Ichigo's neck instead. He bit down on the junction where Ichigo's neck met his shoulder, careful not to pierce the skin and was rewarded with a deep groan from the orange haired male as his head tilted back. Shirosaki licked a wet trail up the tanned column to his ear, bringing the lobe into his mouth to suck and bite it.
"Shiro...mmm," Ichigo gasped out, running his tongue over his lips to moisten them. Shirosaki released the lobe, pressing his lips to Ichigo's ear.
"Yes Ichi?" He murmured seductively, his lips brushing over the human's ear in a teasing manner. A shiver ran down Ichigo's spine and he arched his back, pressing harder against the vampire. Shirosaki moved to look down at Ichigo, brushing his lips over the orange head's cheek in the process. Not missing a beat, Ichigo leaned forward, initiating another heated kiss.
Shirosaki let out a pleased purr, his hands delving under Ichigo's shirt to tease and caress the tan skin of the human's stomach. Ichigo bit down on Shirosaki's bottom lip, earning him a chuckle as the vampire parted his lips to allow Ichigo to explore at his own free will. His patience wore thin when Ichigo wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling Shirosaki even closer to the point where he could feel the human's arousal grinding against his own. He reached a hand down to grip Ichigo's thigh, holding his leg up as his tongue battled the human's for dominance, quickly winning when his hand brushed over Ichigo's nipple. The orange head bucked his hips against Shirosaki's, a whine pouring from his lips when the vampire pulled back. He grinned down at the flushed, dazed human, pinching a nipple between his fingers.
"T-This dance is...Nngh!" Ichigo stuttered, chewing on his bottom lip to hold back the scream threatening to spill out as Shirosaki's hands moved to cup his ass, grinding viciously against him.
"What was that Ichi? Didn't quite catch that," Shirosaki teased, his mouth latching to Ichigo's neck once again.
"We s-should stop. P-People are starting to stare!" Ichigo whimpered, resting his head against Shirosaki's shoulder, trying to hide his embarrassment in the folds of the man's shirt. Shirosaki smiled slightly, complying with Ichigo's request no matter how much he didn't want to. He let the orange head untangle his leg from around his waist, grabbing onto Ichigo's shoulders when he stumbled. Ichigo looked up at him, his cheeks beat red with embarrassment.
"You are so shy Ichi," Shirosaki teased, wrapping his arms around the human hugging him close.
"Don't call me that," Ichigo grumbled into his shirt, his voice muffled by the fabric. The vampire let out a small chuckle, running his hands up and down Ichigo's back to try and calm him. After a few moments, Ichigo pulled back, looking up into Shirosaki's eyes.
"You are a pervert," he growled, punching the vampire lightly in the arm.
"I just can't help myself. You're just so temptin," Shirosaki purred, earning him a heated glare.
"Come on, let's get back to the group. I just hope none of them saw our little display," Ichigo groaned, a scowl forming on his lips when he thought of how much hell he would be in for if anyone did see.
Shirosaki wrapped an arm around his waist as they made their way off the dance floor and back to the table. As soon as the table came into view, Ichigo toyed with the idea of just grabbing Shirosaki and darting back up to the VIP room to safety. Tatsuki and Inoue had that look in their eyes, the look that said they saw everything and they were going to get answers. Ichigo noticed that them and Keigo were the only ones left at the table besides Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. He was thankful for that, he just couldn't deal with Ishida at the moment. When they reached the table, Shirosaki sat down, pulling Ichigo onto his lap. The orange head protested, squirming when Shirosaki wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.
"This isn't helping the situation!" Ichigo hissed out, glaring at the silver haired vampire who just smirked in response. Giggling erupted to their left, and Ichigo turned his head to see both Tatsuki and Inoue with their phones out in front of them, snapping pictures of him. He let out a groan, burying his face into the crook of Shirosaki's neck. "See what you did," he cried, trying to drowned out the giggling girls.
"Awe come on. They only want somethin to remember this night by," Shirosaki teased, flinching when Ichigo bit down hard on his shoulder in retaliation. It was then that the music died down and the DJ's voice floated through the speakers. Shirosaki growled, knowing full well what that meant.
"It's about that time again all ya night owls! Sunrise is in twenty minutes meaning closing time!" The DJ called out, earning a wave of protests and whines in return. "Hey don't shoot the messenger! We'll be back tomorrow night!" The DJ retorted before turning the music back on, much slower and softer this time. Ichigo shifted in Shirosaki's lap looking up at the vampire. His cheeks were still slightly pink but other than that he seemed to be back to normal.
"I guess we should be sayin our goodbyes," the orange head mumbled, a disappointed look on his face.
"Just for tonight, you can come see me whenever you want," Shirosaki reassured him, giving him a little wink. Ichigo nodded, crawling off of Shirosaki's lap. Before he could pull away fully, Shirosaki's hand darted out, grabbing the collar of Ichigo's shirt to pull him down for a chaste kiss. When they broke apart, he whispered against the orange head's lips, "Come see me again soon so we can finished what we started."
Ichigo blushed mumbling something along the lines of 'pervert' before turning to say his goodbyes to Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. The two vampires bowed to him, telling him to come back as soon as possible and without so many friends if he could. Ichigo readily agreed, waving one last time as Tatsuki and Inoue dragged him to the front of the club.
