Chapter 14: Slay, Demon Tease
Nnoitra scanned the writhing bodies on the dance floor, the hectic beats setting everybody into a frenzy. It wasn't hard to look across the room, considering he was the tallest motherfucker there. His violet eye was scanning the crowd for some new entertainment, considering that hot little slice known as Mistress had had to leave a while ago, but not before scrawling her number on his wrist. He grinned: he was far from done with the night's festivities.
But TERROR was Nnoitra's favorite nightclub for one reason and one reason only: after midnight, the place doubled as a strip joint. Of course the DJ was still mixing hot beats on the huge dance floor, but there was a section of the club that had a great stage like a catwalk, ending in a white circular platform that sported a crystal-looking pole. Nnoitra made his way over in that direction, shaking his head at Zaraki's crazy taste: the murals were black-lighted right now, showing clouds and buildings that were horizontal instead of vertical, making Nnoitra feel as if he were standing wrong. Although he had had a few beers by this point, he knew he wasn't drunk enough for that shit yet.
The first dancer was on at midnight, which was only minutes away. There were more than a few men and women waiting near the stage, smoking, drinking, or chatting to each other. This section of the club was partitioned off by see-through glass, to make sure the rest of the club could see the option of entertainment, but it secluded the bass and noise enough from the other dance floor to not hinder the entertainment of the dancer. Nnoitra plopped down in a purple velvet chair, lounging back and pulling a pack of cigarettes out of one of his many pockets. He lit it with the flick-back silver lighter he had been given years ago by the leader of The Hollows. Jesus, he hadn't seen a gang member in almost four years. He could picture the gang's leader, his foxy face untrustworthy even as he smiled an eyeless smile.
The intercom speakers came to life, cutting off Nnoitra's reverie as he blew out a puff of smoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please direct your attention to the Seretei Stage. Live tonight for your entertainment, by popular demand, the tyrant of TERROR, please welcome…Ogihci."
[highly recommend listening to 'Dope Show' by Marilyn Manson…just try it…]
An overhead light dimmed on, a blinding white light that revealed the dancer. Holy shit, Nnoitra hadn't expected it to be a male dancer. But he didn't feel himself getting up out of the chair, so he watched some more, a little mystified at the strange spectacle.
The music started up immediately, the stage lit in eerie black lights, smoke descending over the floor of the stage and pooling down the sides, creating a very dreamy nightmare effect. Nnoitra grinned: hell yeah, he was liking this already.
The performer had on a white suit with a black tie, a black fedora angled on his head to shield his face from the crowd, but even from here, Nnoitra could make out the smirk on the young man's face.
The performer swayed his hips in time to the music, the crowd that had gathered cheering and throwing their hands up at his approach. He lifted the fedora finally, looking out at the crowd before predatorily inching forward.
Nnoitra dropped his cigarette, his eye unable to look away from the incredibly pale skin and predatory inverted eyes, the contacts giving the illusion the albino was some kind of demon. The hottest fucking demon Nnoitra had ever seen in his ever-lovin' life.
He remembered to stamp his foot over the forgotten cigarette before he caught the fucking stage on fire, but god DAMN he couldn't look away, especially as the words picked up in the song, the demon god Ogihci pivoted to the side, the fedora now playfully in his mouth as he played with his tie, swaying in a sexy manner. This was no fucking amateur. He knew how to work the crowd, create a character and a story through his stripping, and Nnoitra felt his heart go in his throat.
D-d-d-drugs, they say, to make us feel so HOLLOW
We love in vain, narcissistic and so SHALLOW
Nnoitra saw yen being thrown onto the stage, men catcalling while women cheered, drunk and excited. Nnoitra couldn't make himself move from his spot as the body continued to sway sensually:
Cops and Queers,
to swim you have to swallow...
at the word 'queers', Ogihci tugged on his own balls playfully, making some fans hoot with laughter and others whistle as he offered the crowd a nice view of his tight little ass.
…how exactly was it that Nnoitra was getting hard right now?He had never done anything but tease boys about their asses: he had never experimented himself, but staring at this demon stripper made Nnoitra want to crawl up on the stage and mount the little fucker RIGHT NOW.
We're all stars now, in the Dope Show
We're all stars now, in the Dope Show...
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones, that wanna get you high...
Ogihci had finally torn off the white jacket, revealing an incredibly pale and toned chest, a black belly button stud looking good on the man, even though Nnoitra had never seen one on a boy before. Nnoitra licked his lips as Ogihchi rolled his stomach like a belly dancer, his hands on his knees as he dipped low, his ass nearly touching the floor as he came back up, slowly lifting his ass out and up, making the crowd go buck wild. He still had his white pants (which were nearly the same shade as his skin) and the black tie, which was almost hotter than him being naked considering the combination. It was so damn sexy, and that playful, knowing evil smile never left the demon's face. Nnoitra finally got closer to the stage, his blood boiling as he tried to control his lust. Shit, how long was this song anyway?
But all the pretty, pretty ones, will leave you alone, and blow your mind
We're all stars now, in the Dope Show. We're all stars now, in the Dope Show
They love you when you're on all the covers, when you're not and they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers, when you're not and they love another...
Drugs, they say, are made in California
We love your face, we'd really like to sell you
Cops and Queers, make good-lookin' models
Hate for today, who'll I wake up with tomorrow?
By this point Ogihci had unzipped his white dress pants, slowly shimmying out of them, revealing a tiny pair of black leather boy shorts. If the pants/tie combo had been hot, this was even hotter. He was slowly crawling across the stage now, gathering up yen and grabbing some from a few onlookers who were thrusting it at him, and he smiled maniacally, tucking the bills away in the tiny shorts, letting some of it hang out. Nnoitra dug in his pocket and pulled out the equivalent of one hundred American dollars, holding it out without even thinking about his actions. Ogihci offered him a sly grin, crawling towards him, his hands pressed down on the stage, his face near his hands as his ass hung in the air. A blue, pierced tongue darted out, licking his lips as he stared at Nnoitra suggestively, undulating his hips several times and making Nnoitra's cock twitch in excitement.
Finally Ogihchi snatched the money with his teeth and pulled back, darting to the pole and swinging himself around on it with his powerful arms, dipping low before coming back up, playing on the pole as if he were dancing with a lover. Nnoitra's forehead had broken into a sweat as his eyes stayed glued to the albino demon with the piercing gold-flecked eyes, his white hair beginning to slick with sweat. His body glistened from the black lighting, his ultra-white skin beautiful as he continued to sway his hips against the pole.
He turned once more on the final words of the song, sliding down the pole as far as he could go, wiggling his ass with the precision of a skilled dancer at a speed Nnoitra had never even seen a girl do. Ogihci dipped his head around to look at Nnoitra again, laughing as he touched his chest.
Che, the little fucking bastard! Teasing Nnoitra Jiruga was NOT a good idea.
The song finally ended, the crowd still going ballistic as Ogihci gathered the fallen money he hadn't picked up and hustled off of the stage, disappearing in to the blackness as a techno track took over the sound system.
Nnoitra made his way through the crowd, approaching the backstage area where a rather large bouncer stood, looking at him disapprovingly.
"Business?" the man said, his voice deep and gravelly.
"Yah," Nnoitra said, giving the man his most maniacal grin, "Got business with the Snowball."
The guy shook his head, "Unless he gave me your name, no getting back there."
"But how's he supposed ta know my name…" Nnoitra drawled, standing up tall and straight to his full height, which was almost a foot higher than this stupid bouncer, "If he hasn't even met me yet?"
"You're not authorized to…"
Nnoitra didn't even think about the consequences of his actions as he slammed his elbow into the man's face. While he was stunned, Nnoitra quickly found the pressure points located behind the ear and neck, dropping the man to the ground. One more quick thrust to the back of the head and nighty-night-sleep-tight. The area was so dark and the club's lights were so flashy Nnoitra didn't even worry about hiding the poor sap. He simply stepped over him with his long legs, opening the black door with a definite click and closing it with a deafening snap.
XXX
Ogihci, or better known as Shirosaki as Ogihci was his stage name, pressed a cool towel to his forehead then ran it over his arms, collecting the bit of perspiration that had accumulated. He had taken all the money out of his tight-ass little shorts, trying to hurry up so that he could get out of there before his manager found him and asked him to do another show later that night. TERROR was famous for being freaky, so it usually catered 'more exotic' dancers, such as the albino. Shiro had never let his differences get in the way of him living his life: he was proud of his body and took good care of it, and if he could get people to give him money for showing off his body, then it was his privilege and right to take advantage of the dumb fucks.
He was dog-ass tired, and needed to go back to his dorm and get some sleep before his eight a.m. morning class.
He was tugging on his jeans when his cell phone went off, playing the assigned ringtone, making him smirk:
You know you want me baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you...
Ogihci chuckled into the receiver, "Heyya, Renji-kins. Long time no fuck."
"Cut it out, Shiro," Renji said, clearing his throat, obviously uncomfortable.
This just made Shiro laugh; oh, how he loved to tease the redheaded punk. They had met about a year ago at a club and had gotten frisky, which had resulted in rather mind-numbing alley sex before the night was over. Shirosaki didn't usually go for younger men, but the tattooed monkey beast had been quite attractive and naïve. They were kindred spirits: one-night flings, no commitments, no attachments, nada zip zilch. Renji sought him out every once in a while, either coming to TERROR and watching him strip or calling him up in the early morning for a booty call. Shiro had never minded: after all, the sexy singer was quite amazing in bed, which made Shiro proud to straddle the line between seme and uke. It really didn't matter to him: pleasure was pleasure, and it seemed that Renji was after some more of it tonight.
"So why ya callin' then?" Shiro said, amused but also curious, "I'm actually pretty tired, so if ya don't want a quickie, then fuck off. I ain't stayin' over all night like last time and cuddlin' your bitch ass."
Anybody listening to the conversation would think Shiro was seme in the 'friendship with benefits', but they both knew better. Shiro would bottom for Renji, but Renji couldn't top Shiro's cocky dominance issues.
"I called about something else," Renji continued, sounding flustered, "I need a favor."
Shiro grinned, his surgically-filed canines revealed in the mirror in front of him and making him look absolutely terrifying, "Wha kinda favor, Red?"
"I want you to join Soul Society," Renji replied, letting it hang a moment before continuing, "You used to be in a band and you said you loved it. Why don't you join mine?"
"Well, let's see," Shiro said, collecting all his clothes into his black backpack and zipping it up as he kept his tone sarcastic, "I had ta leave because of money issues. Tuition is fuckin' me in the ass right now; I don't have time to play rock star with you."
Renji didn't even think before he blurted, "Then I'll pay you."
Shiro's face split into a grin, "Really, now? Your little garage mechanic job can afford all that, hn?"
"Fuck you," Renji spat, continuing his logic, "If I pay you, you'll do it?"
Shiro sighed dramatically, imagining triggering Renji's temper. Oh, it was SO easy, but how could he turn down such an opportunity? His old band All The Kings Horses was doing well without him, even though he still kept in contact with them or ran into one of them occasionally. Shiro had loved it: playing electric guitar was one of the few things in life he had always been good at, and giving it up so that he could find more jobs and work more hours had definitely effected his practice time, not to mention how many gigs he had started to miss. The band had finally snapped, not able to take Shiro's restrictions anymore. They had said it was nothing personal, but Shiro was still a little bitter about it.
Shiro knew that All The Kings Horses was entered in the Kanonji Festival.
Well fuck, what luck. Soul Society just happened to be in the line up as well. It was a win-win, wasn't it? And cash? What the hell did Shiro have to lose?
"Tell ya what," Shiro said, pulling his black hoodie on before arranging his backpack on one shoulder, "if ya swear ta pay me what I make at my other job, I'll quit first thing in the morning."
"Deal," Renji said, his voice sounding victorious, "working back kitchen at Tesla's can't possibly earn ya that much."
"No shit," Shiro agreed, heading towards the door of his dressing room, "but money's money. Money talks, Red. Make sure it talks for me and ya got yerself a deal."
"It's on," Renji said, sounding a bit heated, "I'll call ya tomorrow."
"Yeah yeah. Sweet dreams, Red," Shiro said, opening the door at the same moment he hung up.
Well, wasn't this a surprise? An extremely tall (not to mention extremely attractive) young man with a white bandana wrapped around an eye had turned to face him in the hallway, his lean frame braced against the doorway as he leered at the albino, "Heyya, Snowball."
Shiro grinned back, not intimidated by the huge freak in the least, "Heyya yerself. If yer lookin' for a refund, ain't got that policy."
"I'm not lookin' for that," Nnoitra stared down at the little demon dancer, thinking the kid was just as attractive in street clothes as in a pair of boy shorts, "I'm lookin' fer somethin' else."
"Oh really?" Shiro said silkily, casually arranging his feet and moving his shoulder back into a proper fighting stance. He didn't know if he'd need to use his skills, but he would in a heartbeat if the atmosphere got all wrong, "Sorry ta burst yer bubble, but I ain't got time ta fuck with ya tonight."
"Ya sure?" Nnoitra said, pulling a wad of yen bills out of his pocket and letting them rain over Shiro's head, "Are ya really sure about that, Snowball?"
Shiro looked down at the floor at the massive pile of bills. Shit, that was more than enough to pay his dorm rent for the rest of the school year. But dammit, he didn't like arrogant bastards (well, okay yeah he did, but he just wasn't in the mood for this one at the moment) and he had class in the morning and…and…
…that was a hell of a lot of money, "where we goin'?"
HOLY SHIT I'M ON A ROLE! I CAN'T STOP UPDATING! xD
YAY, SHIROSAKI! :D I like him a lot and wanted to incorporate him. Alright was that little twist good or bad? I really wanted to incorporate him into the story and not only get involved with Nnoitra, but involved with Soul Society and ultimately, get involved with Ichigo and their drama. Hopefully that wasn't too farfetched. I was at work yesterday, trying to think of someone that would be interesting with Nnoitra, and BAM! It hit me so hard I just started laughing and my manager was looking at me funny. I couldn't get the idea out of my head once it was born, so here it is.
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. PLEASE REVIEW! ~TPP
Oho, I think I had WAY too much fun thinking this scenario up. Not to mention writing it…and oh God, how PERFECT was that song for Shirosaki? (I'll be honest, I picked it because it said Hollow) xD