So it's beena while since I updated this story! Plot bunnies had been running away from me, sneaky devils, but I hope this uber long one will satiate you all!:D
Ichigo's a speed demon. He can't get enough of it! But when he meets his match in a certain blue-haired Adonis, think he has the will power to focus on his first love?
Song: Hell Yeah by Rev Theory
'FUCK!' Renji screamed and clutched his seat belt tightly as Ichigo took a sharp turn on the winding road. 'What the hell, Ichigo? I wasn't planning on dying when I agreed to go road-tripping to California with you, asshole!'
'Chill out, Renji!' Ichigo laughed and patted the dashboard of his black Ford Gran Torino. 'Ol' Zan here has been cruising with me since he belonged to my gramps! He ain't going to give up on me on a measly road-trip like this one!'
'I don't think I'd call 16 fucking hours "measly",' Renji grumbled and settled back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.
He glanced out the rolled down window at the winding desert around them. Tumbleweeds and cactuses zoomed by since Ichigo refused to go less than 100 mph. If Renji dared stick his head out, he knew he'd have to say goodbye to his precious noggin since it'd be blown away by the speed they were driving at. Actually, Ichigo was driving at. Renji always wore a seatbelt when he sat up front with his orange-haired pal. Normally he wouldn't care but with Ichigo, well, the value of his life suddenly becomes very precious and dear to him.
He frowned as some car began honking like crazy behind them. Both look at each other before Renji glanced in one of the side mirrors of the car.
'Yo, Ichi,' he muttered. 'There's some guy in a red Ford Mustang literally licking your rear and doesn't seem to be letting up.'
'Fuck, you serious?' Ichigo grumbled and took a peek through his rearview mirror. 'The fuck, bro! I'm speeding up!'
'What? Fuck, no, no, no, no-!'
Renji felt like his body was being imprinted into his seat as Ichigo revved the engine and upped the speed. He was going to lose something today. It might not be his head but it was going to be something.
'He still behind us?' Ichigo asked, concentrating on turning a corner. Sharply and cuttingly so that it caused Renji's insides to scramble up.
'I don't think I have the stomach to check,' Renji groaned as his skin tinged green. Ichigo rolled his eyes and looked instead. He smiled in satisfaction. 'Lost 'em.'
Then he heard a loud and obnoxious honk from his left side. He whipped his head around, bewildered. Then he scowled. It was that goddamn red Mustang again!
The owner, a blue-haired douche in a deep, V-necked black shirt and a cocky grin, tilted his head at Ichigo. He edged his car ahead before sliding into line with Ichigo's car again, raising his perfectly arched blue brows and flashing equally aquatic, impish eyes. Ichigo growled. Oh, it was on.
'Hang on, Renji,' Ichigo shot, switching to a higher gear. ''Cause it's going to get pretty rough from here.'
'Fuck you, Ichigo,' Renji moaned and slid lower in his seat, no longer able to watch the blurred scenery.
The two drivers simultaneously stomped on their accelerators, flying back into their seats as their respective cars zoomed forward as if they'd been shocked with lightning. Ichigo could feel his skin tightening over his skull. This was probably the fastest he'd ever pushed ol' Zangetsu. But he was sure, no matter what, his car was never going to give in. It was a fighter. It was a damn, fucking Kurosaki car. No way in hell was it going to lose to some blue-haired hotshot in a red dump.
Renji managed to crawl back up, his eyes rolling everywhere and his head barely able to stay steady. Though he froze at what he saw ahead.
'Ichigoooo,' he whined pitifully. But his words were lost to the wind roaring in his best friend's ear as he concentrated on the narrow turning coming up.
Though narrow was an understatement. It was so fucking small that only one of their cars would barely make it through. And Ichigo was not going to be the gentleman and let the lady go first. This was war.
'You better be buckled in, Renji, 'cause I ain't stopping to pick you up if you fly out,' Ichigo growled, hands tightening on the steering wheel.
Almost there. He was going to make it. Zangetsu was going to slip in. He wasn't going to lose this race. He didn't dare look at the blue daredevil next to him for fear of losing focus. He just needed to…
'Ichigo!' Renji suddenly yelped, trying to knock some sense into his crazy friend.
'Got it!' Ichigo yelled triumphantly, switching to a higher gear, releasing his foot over the accelerator before stomping hard on it again. The slight pause of the car took the Mustang driver by surprise, making him lose concentration long enough for Ichigo to shoot forward, scraping the guy's car in order to fit around the bend.
'HELL YEAH!' Ichigo hooted, fist-pumping the air as their car travelled fast and smoothly down the road. 'Who's the man? Who's the speed demon of the roads? Who can go at any fucking speed with no fucking limits?'
'You do! You do!' Renji gasped, his face and clenched knuckles as white as a sheet. 'Now can you please slow the fuck down before I die of a heart attack?'
'Okay, okay,' Ichigo sighed with a roll of his eyes as he lowered the speed. He stilled when Zangetsu sputtered suddenly. 'What the-?'
The Torino jerked forward, shoving them both practically through the window.
'I think your car's finally hit its limits,' Renji muttered.
'Shut it,' Ichigo said coldly. He cautiously pressed the pedal again. Zangetsu whined like a broken whistle. Ichigo winced. Shit. Now he'd done it. And they were nowhere near California! What the hell was he going to do?
'Ichi, I think I see a pit stop ahead,' Renji exclaimed, squinting into the sun's rays up ahead. Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief when he, too, saw the wooden shack up ahead with an enormous garage headed with a "Bar N' Garage" crooked sign. There was hope yet!
'The engine is pretty beat up in there,' the mechanic uttered, his grease-smeared nametag barely showing his name to be "Kisuke" something. 'What did you do? Take a baseball bat to it?'
'I wonder the same thing,' Renji replied sardonically while Ichigo snorted. Renji could complain all he liked but in the end Zangetsu was his car so either Renji bit his tongue or started considering being a waiter for this rundown bar.
'Well, our head mechanic is running late but he'll be in soon,' Urahara announced. The sound of a car roaring up to the bar echoed in the enormous garage. Urahara glanced out and grinned brightly. 'I think that's him! I know his red Mustang anywhere!'
Renji and Ichigo suddenly look at each other in alarm. Red…
'Oi, Grimmjow! You're late!' Urahara yelled. Ichigo's worst nightmare came true when a familiar blue-headed figure swaggered in while ruffling said unruly locks.
'Well, not my fucking fault, Key!' Grimmjow hollered, his brash tone resonating in the fairly empty space. 'Some jack decided to race me and scrapped my car! Fucking ripped the paint right off-!'
He looked in Ichigo's direction and froze. The two stared at each other, not knowing whether to acknowledge each other nicely or just pull out a can of whoop ass.
'Whatever happened, temme later, Grimm!' Urahara sighed, oblivious of the stiff reaction just now. 'This guy here clearly totaled his engine!'
'I did not!' Ichigo snapped. He knew how to treat his baby right!
'Let's see here,' Grimmjow spoke calmly, looking down at the setup. As he strolled forward he pulled off his shirt, making Ichigo gape in shock. Grimmjow smirked at him. 'Don't want any grease spots on my shirt, mate.'
His toned torso flexed and strained deliciously as he bent over Ichigo's Torino, his denim jeans riding just low enough to reveal the perfect V of his pelvic muscles.
'Drooling, Ichigo, visibly drooling,' Renji hissed in his ear. Ichigo hastily wiped the sneaky saliva from the corner of his mouth. Fuck Renji for knowing he was gay and fuck the fact that he melted every time he saw a guy with smoking pelvic muscles like the ones on that sexy, jackass of a-
'Shit, bro,' Grimmjow whistled, leaning back and grinning, 'Your carbs overheated! Guess you finally pushed this Torino to its limit today! Were you racing or somethin'?'
The mischievous twinkle in his eyes made Ichigo seethe with anger. He opened his mouth to retort but Grimmjow cut him off with something surprising.
'Go hang out at the bar 'til I'm done,' the blue-haired mechanic stated, picking up a nearby wrench. 'I'm gonna be a while. So relax! What's your name by the way?'
'Kurosaki,' Ichigo managed to grit out. 'Kurosaki Ichigo.'
Grimmjow smirked.
'Go chill out, berry,' he purred.
Ichigo saw red but before he could lunge forward, Renji pulled him backwards to a side door which led to the bar. The place looked like a typical saloon from those Western movies; wooden bar, round tables in the middle, rows upon rows of alcohol stacked behind the counter plus a mini stage up front where it looked like a band was already playing.
The band consisted of a pale, emotionless boy with jade eyes who was plucking away at his guitar, a giant of a man with his hair in a long ponytail on drums, and another curly-haired man with sleepy gray eyes jarring notes on his electric guitar. They were just playing random tunes while everyone drank their drinks in murmured silence.
'What'll it be, boys?' chirped a purple-lipsticked femme fatale with her hair fashioned into giant poms-poms on either side of her head while parading around in Daisy Dukes and a mid-riff baring salmon-colored top. 'We got fresh beer today! Brewed this morning!'
'We're good, thanks!' Renji said quickly. He turned to Ichigo with a worried expression. 'I know that guy pissed you off back there…'
'Ya think?' Ichigo spat heatedly, trying to keep his focus on the band but he couldn't get that snarky man's smirk out of his head.
'…but we just need him to fix the car, let us pay, and then we're off to California. Think beaches, L.A, clubs, uh, guy's in tight pants…' Ichigo glared at him, '…hey! I don't know what you're into! Just trying to help-!'
'Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Who's ready to rock their fucking nuts off?' shouted the same enthusiastic waitress. Everyone in the saloon suddenly sat up at full alert, glancing eagerly at the bosomy chick.
'You gonna take your top off, Cirruci?' someone shouted. The entire place burst out laughing.
'You wish, Dordoni!' Cirruci hollered back with a cock of her voluptuous hips. 'For now, you'll just have to settle for another song from our local band Pantera!'
People started hooting and whistling as Cirruci sashayed off the stage.
'Siddown, boys!' rumbled a merry voice from behind as a hand clamped on Renji and Ichigo's shoulder respectively and shoved their owners into seats. Surprised, both looked behind to see another busty female with dark skin and violet hair smirking down at them. She donned a lacy dress that left little to the imagination and leaned forward so her elbows rested on the heads of their chairs. 'Enjoy the show! Our singer's got a sweet set of vocals on him!'
'Oh, er, 'kay,' Renji said in confusion. 'So, uh, who's the singer?'
'For the love of-!' Yoruichi hissed as she glanced at the stage in annoyance. 'Will someone call-!'
'I'm here! I'm here! Keep your goddamn dress on!' yelled an impatient voice from behind. Ichigo did a double take as Grimmjow jogged in, grease already staining those sinful abs, some even on his face and jeans while a red cloth peaked out from his back pocket. As he climbed on stage Ichigo noticed that the man was parading around without any underwear-shoes! He meant shoes not underwear! He groaned. God had no mercy on him. He just had to fall for the jackass.
''Kay, I got a plunker up in my shit so Imma make this a fast one, ya hear?' Grimmjow drawled arrogantly over the mike, pushing his hair off his sweaty brow. As he scanned the crowd, it landed on Ichigo and his grin broadened at how much Ichigo was oozing anger. He then nodded at the brown-haired man with the electric guitar. 'Hit it, Stark.'
Nodding, the man's guitar squealed as he struck it. Then, as soon as he started a tempo, the big guy behind started a heavy beat, shaking his head in time to the rhythm. Grimmjow tapped his foot to the beat, one hand still gripping the mike. He grinned confidently.
'You hear that?' he murmured to the audience, his eyes sliding over the grinning crowd like this was what they had been waiting for. 'You better hold on! This one's about to get bumpy!'
'Show-off,' Ichigo muttered.
As Stark tapered off in his strumming, Grimmjow eyes landed on Ichigo. Their eyes smoldered away at each other before Grimmjow gave a throaty chuckle. And Ichigo hated to admit but that gave him the most pleasurable chills he had felt in a while. Not good.
As the guitar and drumming got more intense, Grimmjow began to rock his head and stomp his foot in time to the beat. Soon, everyone in the room was stomping their feet and yelling out endearments like, 'Go, Ulquiorra!' or 'Fuck yeah, Yammy!' and even, 'Give it hard, Grimmjow!'
Grimmjow suddenly yelled over the mike as he and the guitarists jumped simultaneously before the music took on a steadier pace. Grimmjow tilted his head to the side, smirked, and began to sing in his raspy tone that made Ichigo's blood sing.
He's a ten, hellbent, I'm in heaven tonight!
Grimmjow looked off to the side as Stark strummed a few more bars before turning back to sing.
Six speed sex scene playin' out in my mind!
He pointed to his head as he grated this line, making the entire cavern hoot and wolf whistle. He now gripped the mike in both hands as he sang the rest intensely, his eyes burning with some kind of addictive passion.
One look, I'm hooked, motor runnin'!
Rev'd up, my heart startin' pumpin'!
Are you ready for the best damn ride of your liiiife?
He leaned forward with the mike stand, his vocals straining as he stretched out the last word. Just as quickly, he jumped back up, lifting the stand clear off the floor while pointing at the crowd and stumbling backwards.
Gimme a helllll
Gimme a yeahhhh!
Stand up right now!
He now clenched his hand into a fist and pumped the air with it over his head.
And gimme a helll
Gimme a yeahh!
Stand up right now!
He skidded forward, the stand tilted horizontally as he belted into it, his abs flexing rhythmically as his voice contorted to belt out such bone shattering sounds.
Get ready to go!
He ain't movin' slow!
He's takin' control!
Pushin' the pedal to the floor!
I'm beggin' for more!
You better hold on tight!
At this point, Grimmjow slowly pivoted his arm right to left while pointing at the crowd though his eyes remained transfixed on a vexed Ichigo.
'Fucking arrogant prick,' Ichigo gnashed as Grimmjow, while hopping up and down, got everyone to start shouting, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!". 'Sings like an alley cat stuck in a dumpster!'
'I dunno, I think he's rather good,' Renji hummed as he bobbed his head to the beat while Ichigo glowered at him.
Huffing, he returned to staring in disdain at the shirtless muscled man. He regretted it, when Grimmjow whipped his head back around and winked at him with a wicked grin plastered on his face. The action made Ichigo blush cherry red and he tried his best to hide it behind his scowl.
'God-fucking-damn him,' he breathed as Grimmjow started a new verse, only mike in hand now.
Got a taste, can't be saved, I'm a junkie for life!
Grimmjow gyrated his hips forward, each muscles glistening with sweat and looking as distinct and marble-cut as ever. A few appreciative hoots were sounded which just made the bluenette grin madly.
He fuels my fire and adrenaline high!
He strolled forward and bent down, jeans sliding so low it was no secret he was going commando today. His lips seemed to dance over the mike as he gritted out the next set of dirty lyrics.
My need for speed's got me gunnin'!
One touch, he screams keep it comin'!
He licked his thumb quickly before running said wet appendage slowly down his chest while he stood up, the glistening saliva leaving a clean wake through the grease and dirt covering his rock-hard muscles. When he pulled his thumb away just barely above his jean waistband, Ichigo realized he hadn't been breathing the entire time.
Grimmjow cocked his head to one side, smirk perfectly in place. He turned slightly to Ichigo, as if asking him this question.
Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?
To Ichigo's surprise, he found himself smirking back at the mechanic as if to answer, "You got what it takes, big guy?"
Jerking his head sideways, Grimmjow seemed to arrogantly reply, "Try me" while belting out the chorus enthusiastically. Ichigo had to hand it to him; the guy really knew how to multitask in entertainment. Though he wondered if that was all the blue-haired mechanic knew how to multitask in.
Renji looked from Ichigo to Grimmjow and then back.
'Okay, what the hell just happened?' he yelled as Ulquiorra burst out into scorching guitar solos while Grimmjow stood beside him, air-guitaring like a maniac and biting his lower lip.
Ichigo just grinned smugly and began to bob his head in time to the beat. Renji's eyes widened. Was Ichigo enjoying the guy's song?
Grimmjow and Stark now faced each other while they guitared away, Ulquiorra face completely void of emotion and Grimmjow's of, well, that of a psycho having a good fucking time. When Ulquiorra was finally drawing to a close, Grimmjow spun away from him so his back was facing the guitarist, breathing hard, before raising the mike to his lips and laughing breathily. His eyes slid in the direction of the crowd, lips parted.
'Almost home,' he purred sensually, his eyes lidded. Ichigo dug his nails into his palms and almost tore a hole into his lower lip from that look. God, was he just jolted by lightning?
'Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!' Grimmjow shouted over his mike before pointing it to the crowd. They too began to chant with him. Even Ichigo and Renji. 'Come on!'
'HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!' everyone shouted louder.
'YEAAAHHHH!' Grimmjow screeched as he doubled forward. Then, he was on his feet, pointing to the crowd.
Gimme a hell
'HELL!' everyone screamed.
Gimme a yeah!
'YEAH!'
STAND UP RIGHT NOW!
Everyone was on their feet, jumping up down and pounding their fists, and goblets of alcohol, on their tables in wild enthusiasm.
As Yammy hammered a crazy beat, Grimmjow slid forward, literally screaming himself hoarse into his mike.
He ain't movin' slow!
He's takin' control!
And pushin' the pedal to the floor!
I'm beggin' for more!
You better hold on tighttttt!
'HELLLLLL!' Grimmjow warbled before pointing the mike once more the audience, letting them finish the song while he grinned away like a satisfied entertainer that he was. His chest was heaving nonstop, his body now slicked in sweat and his hair a mess of grease and, of course, sweat. Though never had Ichigo seen anything more exquisite and oh so fucking fuckable. Or capable of fucking. Really, he wasn't picky. If he could touch that body, he'd ask God to keep his 42 virgins. The spawn of the fucking devil had him hook, line and sinker with this delectable bait.
With one last strum, Stark ended the song, hand still poised in the air. The bar went wild. Grimmjow just collapsed on his back backwards for a millisecond before getting up slowly. He bowed a couple of times, sometimes flourishing his hand like some kind of gentleman, before tossing the mike to Cirruci and hopping off the stage. He was about to head back to the shop when he caught sight of Ichigo. A smirk crept over his face as he noticed the same happening on Ichigo's. The two sauntered over to each other, eyes literally exploring every inch of each other's bodies. They were barely a few inches away. The scent of motor oil was heavy around Grimmjow but Ichigo could care less. Right now, it smelled like fucking aphrodisiac to him.
'My Torino almost done?' he asked casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Grimmjow studied him a bit, his muscles shifting as he jutted his hip out a little.
'Almost,' Grimmjow echoed, eyes now fixed on Ichigo's honey ones. Ichigo lidded his eyes.
'Well, if it ain't much to ask, I got another thing that needs seeing,' he continued in his nonchalant tone. Grimmjow smirked. This was getting good. 'It's kinda rusty since it hasn't met a challenge yet but I was hoping you'd give it a shot.'
'Hmmm,' Grimmjow hummed, stroking his chin, rubbing a little grease there. 'I think I got a couple of hours to spare. Where is this, er, device?'
'Better I show you somewhere in private. Don't think many people would appreciate it like we would,' Ichigo hinted wickedly. Grimmjow's grin widened exorbitantly.
'You're on, berry,' he challenged and began to walk away, indicating the orange-head to follow.
'You better not be calling me that when we're working on it,' Ichigo growled.
'Oh, trust me, that'll be the least of your worries.'
Renji stood alone now, stunned. Then he wrinkled his nose.
'The fuck just happened?' he muttered in confusion.
Oh, Renji, the question is, do you really want to know? XD