Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. ):
Summary: Ichigo was just a regular college student working part time as a waiter. He never suspected to be stuck in the middle of a mob war all thanks to his favorite patron at the restaurant…
Rated: M
Warnings: A/U, potential OOC, lemon
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"Oi, Ichi! Yer regular's here at his table!" Shinji, the maitre-D, called from the front and the orange haired young man looked up to see his favorite patron seated at table six like he was every Saturday night at 6:15 PM sharp. He shook his head but smiled as he made his way over to handsome blunet, since no one else would dare approach the businessman ever since Grimmjow had laid his eyes on him, and had demanded that he be the one to serve him every time he came for a bite to eat at Vizards, a quaint little cozy place off the corner of Shinigami Street and Hollow Avenue.
As he approached, those wild azure orbs instantly locked onto him. "Good evening, Grimmjow. What will you be having tonight?" Ichigo asked for formality's sake, taking out a pad of paper and his pen. By now, he knew what the other wanted by heart.
"Evenin' Ichi," the blunet's rough, yet velvety voice caressed his ears, and he had to try hard and suppress the shiver that really wanted to go down his spine at the low seductive purr, "I'll just take my usual."
The sound of his vocals always did that to him, ever since that first night, and it was hardly fair to him but Ichigo steeled himself and jotted down the order, "All right, one sirloin steak, rare, with a side of broccoli and mashed potatoes, and a jagermeister, right?"
"That's right," Grimmjow said with a nod, then let a slow feral smirk pull at his lips, "and you…yeah?"
That was the other thing. Not only did Grimmjow want him to be his personal waiter, he wanted the younger man's company too, and the restaurant could do nothing but comply with the powerful man's wishes, much to Ichigo's reluctance at first. Now though after getting to know him, Ichigo merely gave the blunet a half-smile in return, "Of course. I'll be right back."
"Don't take too long…"
His smile morphed into a flirty smirk. "Try not to miss me too much," he teased cheekily and sauntered off towards the kitchens, swaying his hips a bit as he went when he felt those eyes practically eat him up, paying particular attention to his ass before he disappeared through the swinging double doors. Once out of sight of those intoxicating cyan orbs, he paused to take a shuddering breath, his goofy little grin not leaving his face while he bypassed the people dressed in white culinary uniforms scurrying about to complete their dishes and weaved his way through the usual chaos in the kitchens to deliver the order to the head chef. "Kensei! One-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," the silver haired man's gruff voice interrupted, not looking up from the meal he was plating. "'S about half passed 6. Jag's here, ain't he?" he answered Ichigo's questioning look and pushed the finished plate across the table towards him, toweling off his hands habitually. "His usual, right? I got it right here." Then, the chef revealed another dish hidden under a plate cover off to the side, this one full of steaming spaghetti and meatballs covered in his famous meat sauce with a side of garlic bread still hot from the oven, and pushed it over to Ichigo as well. "Here's yer dinner, too."
"All right, awesome. Thanks, Kensei," the waiter nodded gratefully, receiving a grunt before spinning on his heels to head back to Grimmjow's table.
"Ah, excellent," the blunet muttered, feeling himself salivate as his steak was set in front of him.
"Enjoy," Ichigo said after going to fetch the man's jagermeister and a coke for himself before they dug into their food.
Grimmjow stabbed his fork into the succulent meat and sliced off a piece with his knife, popping the morsel into his mouth and moaning lowly at the taste, "Mmm. Kensei sure as hell knows how to handle meat." He smirked when the younger man choked slightly on the meatball he was chewing, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"Pervert," Ichigo mumbled before grabbing for his drink in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment.
"Not my fault ya have a dirty mind, berryhead," Grimmjow cackled evilly, but left the college student alone for a bit to savor his food.
They dined and chatted amicably, teasing and subtly flirting with each other until one of the other waiters came to inform them it was near closing time. It was then Ichigo realized that they were the only two left at a table and he looked at his watch in surprise. It never ceased to amaze him how easy it was for him to let Grimmjow distract him like that.
"Heh, guess that's my cue to leave," the older man said, hearing the faint sound of a vacuum being turned on somewhere else within the restaurant while he pulled out his credit card for Ichigo to take and charge him for the meal. When the orange haired teen came back he stood and took back his card, signing the receipt before leaning in close as he palmed something to his favorite waiter. "Thanks fer dinner, Ichi. I'll see ya around," he murmured into his ear, staring into those molten brown eyes before letting go of his hand and turned to swagger off towards the entrance.
Ichigo watched him go, not knowing how long he was staring after him until Shuuhei clapped him on the shoulder, shaking him out of his reverie. "So, how'd your weekly date go?" the dark haired man teased, and Ichigo shoved him playfully.
"Shut up, you," he muttered, and then looked down to see what Grimmjow had given him. Chocolate brown eyes widened at the sight of the folded bills in his hand, his mind quickly calculating how much money the businessman had tipped him.
Shuuhei whistled, "Wooow, Ichi. He gave you a $500 tip? If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's taken quite a liking to you." The younger waiter blushed.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up already?" he grumbled, causing his friend to laugh at him as they went to help the others close up for the night.
Half an hour later, the orange haired teen said his goodbyes to his fellow employees and left the restaurant via the back alley to go home.
The next thing he knew, he was struck in the back of the head with a blunt object and then…blackness.
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Grimmjow was not pleased. His shipments were delayed, there was a rat was among his ranks that needed to be sniffed out, and this morning, the police had come snooping around the office building he used as a cover for business shadier than his financial businessman façade suggested, probably tipped off by the suspected snitch.
With a sigh, the blunet pinched the bridge of his nose. What else could go wrong? Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, "Permission to enter, sir." It was Shawlong. And if that was Shawlong…well, fuck. He had spoken too soon.
"Enter." The taller man obeyed. "And you better have some fuckin' good news fer me." Shawlong shifted uneasily at the murderous look on his boss's face before clearing his throat.
"I do, sir, but I also have potentially bad news."
"Well? Spit it out already cuz I don't have all day," the irritable blunet urged impatiently.
"Yes, sir. The good news is that we found out who the rat is. It seems that Luppi has committed mutiny and has turned on us."
"He ain't much of threat so I ain't too worried about that pansy ass fairy. What's the bad news?"
"He claims that he has someone important to you. Does the name Ichigo Kurosaki sound familiar to you?"
Shawlong ducked just in time to avoid an office phone hurdling straight towards his head.
"WHAT?"
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He found himself glaring hatefully at the traitorous little prick later that night, alone in an abandoned warehouse by the pier and surrounded by Luppi's armed goons. How stereotypical.
"Ah, Grimmjow. So happy to see you again," Luppi simpered and the blunet wanted nothing more than wipe that smug little smile off his effeminate face.
"Where is he?" he snarled, and Luppi clucked his tongue disapprovingly.
"Now that's not very nice," the slender male cooed, but snapped his fingers and an overhead light was turned on, illuminating a hood figure tied to a chair behind him.
Grimmjow felt his heart in his throat. "What did you do to him?" he seethed, seeing the figure's chest heave up and down almost like he was-
"Why, I drugged him of course," Luppi answered flippantly, and sashayed annoyingly to where his captive was held. He took off the hood, revealing dilated amber eyes and attractively flushed cheeks. "Mmm," he licked his lips perversely, "and it wasn't just any old kind of drug either. I managed to steal Szayel's latest experimental creation. Can you guess what that could possibly be?"
Blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully before they widened in realization, "You didn't."
"Yes, I did~" he sing-songed, then caressed Ichigo's dazed face which made Grimmjow see red, especially when he saw his berryhead flinch away from the touch. "I gave him an aphrodisiac, one that doesn't have an antidote yet by what my sources have told me. So unless you want him to suffer, I suggest you step down as boss of the Sixth District Mafia, and who knows? Maybe I'll give your precious Ichigo back to you once I'm done with him," Luppi leered, watching for his reaction.
But none came, at least not the one he would have expected. Instead of pouncing in righteous rage like Luppi thought, Grimmjow merely snorted, which grew into a chuckle before it morphed into an outright laugh, the malicious and frankly psychotic sound bouncing around and echoing inside the warehouse eerily like a foreshadowing of dark things to come, making the cronies all shift uncomfortably.
Before the slip of a man could ask just what the hell was so funny, Grimmjow abruptly stopped, cold glacial blues hardening as they zeroed in on him. "You think yer so clever, dontcha? Ya think you could ever outsmart me? Well I got news for ya, ya stupid bitch: big mistake. And I ain't givin' ya the opportunity to learn from it."
As if those were the magic words, the lights went out and soon after, sounds of agony could be heard before they were turned back on again when the cries stopped.
Luppi slowly looked down to see Grimmjow had imbedded his infamous blade, Pantera, into his abdomen, and then shakily brought his head up to stare his vindictive blue eyed death in the face. "D-Damn you, G-Grimm-jow J-Jaeg-er…jaques," he gasped, blood pouring out of his mouth as a wet cough left his throat.
"That's my name. Don't wear it out…in hell." With that, Grimmjow pulled his sword out from the dying body, kicking Luppi in the face with glee before wiping Pantera clean on the traitor's designer clothes. "Make sure he stays dead and the rest are taken cared of. I'll see to Ichi," he addressed to Shawlong and the rest of his men who had been hiding in the shadows. Receiving a bow from them all, the mob leader brusquely stalked over to where Ichigo was still tied up to the chair, and with a swift cut from Pantera, the ropes were out of the way and he sheathed her back where she belonged by his side before making sure his berryhead was all right. "Ichi? Ichi, can you hear me?" he asked, uncharacteristically anxious as he released the gag the teen had around his mouth and cupped his face his hands.
Clouded pools of honey gazed up at him. "G-Grimm…"
"Hey. Ya had me worried," the blunet murmured and thumbed his cheekbones, relieved to find him still cognizant.
"Grimm," Ichigo whimpered, and unlike with Luppi, he nuzzled into Grimmjow's touch with relish, "I…I'm so…hot…"
"I know, baby, I know," he crooned, gathering the younger man into his arms. "I'm gonna take care o' ya, okay? Now let's get ya outta here."
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"Steal from me? Pah! Hardly," Szayel said over the phone, "The chances that Luppi of all people was able to break into my lab are slim to none, no matter who he got to get their hands dirty for him, so I can assure you that from what you've told me, it's just a regular love drug you could get off the streets."
"So it'll eventually leave his system, yeah?" Grimmjow asked, wanting to be sure.
"Yes, in a few hours, he should be fine. Unless of course you want to help him by speeding up the process…"
"Ah, shut up," he scowled and hung up when the scientist laughed at him. "Bastard," he muttered before going back into the master bedroom of his penthouse suit. There he found Ichigo curled up on his side, still flushed and panting heavily.
"Ichi?" he moved to the boy's side in concern, "What's the matter?"
"Hurts…" Wide amber eyes pleaded with him, "Help me."
"Are you sure?" He received a whine in return. "Shh, shh," Grimmjow soothed, "All right, baby, but yer gonna hafta help me a bit, ne? C'mon let's get ya outta these clothes." Carefully, the older man stripped Ichigo from his work uniform, the first being his little black apron and vest, then his white button up, black slacks and socks, his shoes having been taken off already when they'd first arrived at the penthouse.
Once he was down to his boxer briefs, Ichigo forced himself to sit up and help the blunet undress as well with shaky fingers, moaning happily when tanned skin and hard, sculpted muscles were revealed to his lust filled eyes before he was pressed down comfortably into the bed by Grimmjow's weight. Warm, smooth lips captured his and he melted into their first kiss, parting his lips when a curious tongue flicked out and asked for entrance.
They continued to kiss and caress each other, Grimmjow's big hands touching him everywhere in all the right place that left him begging for more until the mafia boss couldn't wait anymore and rummaged inside his nightstand blindly for lube, not wanting to leaving Ichigo's lips.
"Ah," the younger man moaned as a slick finger circled his entrance, shivering harshly when the digit dipped inside him. A second then a third finger were introduced and soon he was ready, spreading his legs for his lover with his hands above his head and half lidded eyes looking up at Grimmjow expectantly.
Growling softly, the blunet plundered his mouth while he hiked his legs over his shoulders, and with Ichigo sufficiently distracted, he pushed in, not stopping until he was all the way in.
Moments passed as he waited for his berryhead to relax and adjust to his girth, straining to keep still. It was only when Ichigo cooed and rubbed their cheeks together as he rocked his hips a little did Grimmjow began to move, starting slowly at first before the pace quickly picked up speed and he was pounding into the strawberry blond with abandon.
"Haa!" Ichigo suddenly yelped, clenching down on him unexpectedly which made him groan. Guess he must have found his sweet spot. Grimmjow gritted his teeth and focused on nailing it with every thrust, smirking as he witnessed his young lover squirm and writhe beneath him. "Grimm! Cumming!" Ichigo babbled, and Grimmjow let out a loud rumble.
"That's it Ichi. Let go."
"Nnaaahh!"
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The following morning, vermillion eyelashes fluttered open, and for a second, Ichigo didn't know where he was. Feeling himself panicking, he was about to get up when a strong, solid arm clamped down on his waist and he looked down to see sleepy blue eyes looking up at him in annoyance. "Too early. Sleep," Grimmjow demanded.
Ichigo stared, blinked, then stared some more before he smiled and laid back down, snuggling into Grimmjow's bare chest when the mob leader pulled him back close to him.
'I guess I can think and make sense about it all later, when I'm more awake,' he thought to himself as sleep tugged him back in that comfortable darkness, feeling safer within the arms of a devilishly handsome supposed criminal than he had even felt before.
Owari.
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A/N: I dunno how I feel about this one. :/ Eh. Well, hope yu enjoyed it anyway, Ferrari 5! :D 2,726 words. R&R please. Oh! And the request list will be cleared and opened again soon! But ya better hurry. I'm only leaving it open for about a week before I decide the new ten requests I'm going to do. I already have 5 requests (because some people didn't read The Rules *shame on yu*), but the final list will be decided when the week is up. So good luck! Surprise me. :)