Ladies and Gentlemen 29

***I promised a long time ago that Grimmjow would get a happy ending. Well, it's finally time to deliver.

**Bleach belongs to Kubo and Moves Like Jagger to Maroon 5.

~Grimm's Got Moves Like Jagger

The red lights glinted dimly off the black stage, its center occupied by two figures facing the darkened, empty room moving next to each other in rapid succession, one mimicking the moves of the other. I reclined casually in the stage prop chair, appreciating the view and wondering how many of their fans would kill to witness it themselves. Ogihci and the *Blue Panther, I snorted again at the stage name, dancing in sync on stage, moving like their bodies didn't have limitations.

Just as the thought passed, Grimmjow's foot got caught on his opposite leg and he nearly stumbled. Honestly, I expected my asshole boyfriend to start taunting him about his clumsiness, but Shiro merely frowned and gave Grimmjow's leg a critical stare. "That move may be too rough on your knee. We can change it up a bit to take some of the stress off."

Grimmjow glared down at the recently 'healed' appendage and shook his head, "No the knee is fine, it's tryin' to push my foot through my leg that's not working."

Shiro snorted, "Well, that's nothing a little practice won't fix. You seem to have everything else down fine so I think I'll call it a day for me. Still not gonna tell us who you're goin' through all this trouble for?"

Grimmjow smirked and shook his head, "Nope, but if everything works out then you'll find out soon enough." Then he looked at me and winked, "Unless of course you wanna see the full show tonight."

I couldn't help but blush at the thought, thanking whatever god paying attention that the red stage lights would camouflage it, so instead the only thing he could see was my irritated glare, "I'll pass."

Shiro smacked him upside the head and headed toward me, the light glowing off his pale skin in the most sinful way. Somewhere in the background I heard Grimmjow gripe, "Your loss," but the sole focus of my attention was on the red tinted Adonis coming my way. Something must have shown on my face too, judging by the smirk that overcame his features.

He leaned down to whisper low enough for the third party not to hear, "See something you like, Ichigo."

With the tone in his husky whisper combined with his usage of my full name, not to mention said in that way, the only response I could conjure was a dumb nod. I wonder if he could tell that my face was on fire. I shifted to try and reduce the tension in my now too tight pants and his eyes dropped lower, the smirk on his face widening at my predicament.

"Would you fuckers get a room, I can't practice while you two are eye fucking on my stage!" The 'Blue Panther' huffed and turned his back to us then, re-trying the last move he biffed.

Shiro laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet before guiding me back stage, "I'm glad ya came ta join me for lunch, but let's take care of this little problem first, eh?" I nearly tripped as he reached down and palmed my clothed erection.

"But couldn't Grimmjow come back to you guys' room whenever?" No way am I chancing Grimmjow walking in on us.

"Nah, he'll be busy perfecting his moves for a while. He's too stubborn to stop till he can pull off the moves flawlessly many times over." He pushes me into their changing room and slams the door, locking it for what is, I'm sure, my own comfort. "Strip."

My cock pulsed at the one worded command, hands moving to quickly comply, "Fine, but we need to make this quick."

"Ya know, I was kinda liking the idea of takin' my time, but I suppose we can always just do it again later."

I paused with my pants half way down my legs and looked up at him from the slightly bent position, "You know we still have a shit ton of boxes that need moving right, and don't even get me started on unpacking."

"Ichi, Ichi, Ichi, there is always time for great sex." He closed the distance between us and lifted me easily, before moving to the couch. He dropped me onto the cushions and finished removing my pants, "I'm gonna make ya beg at some point today Love, whether it's now or later is up to you."

I heard the speakers start up across the building and figured Grimmjow had the moves down good enough to incorporate them into the song, meaning we were running out of time, "Later."

Removing his own clothes, Shiro pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pants pocket before dropping them on the ground and snapping open the lid, "Alright, fast and hard it is."

Thank God those speakers are loud.

= = Page Break = =

"Pleasure Harbor."

The mirror reflected the green long sleeved V-neck, slim-fit stonewashed jeans, light grey jacket and shoes. Yep, it works. During the final once over of my attire, I pause in disbelief at Blue's chosen location, "Pleasure Harbor?"

That yummy gruff voice sounds in the affirmative, "Yep. You need directions?"

"No, I'm familiar with the place." Or at least familiar with watching the pert ass of an orange haired club goer speed walk there. Shivering at the memory of the show the white demon put on, I wonder if he and maybe even Ichigo will be there tonight. The thought of being surrounded by all those good looking men has me spacing off, barely catching Grimmjow's "Be there at 9:00 and tell the bouncer and bartender you're the guest of Grimmjow Jaguerjaquez."

9:00? It really is a good thing I'm ready to go since his time frame gives me just under an hour to get there, "Hmm, 9:00, guest of Grimmjow Jagger…got it."

A gruff snort sounds on the other end of the line, "Close enough, see yah soon Kid."

He hangs up without giving me the chance to retort to his new favorite nickname by pointing out again that he's only got a few years on me. Not that it bothers me really, in fact, somewhere in my twisted head it kind of turns me on. Perhaps I'll start calling him Mr. Ja-Jagger, Jaguer…whatever the hell his last name is.

I belatedly wonder how he's pulling off free cover. Maybe he's VIP? Or maybe he just paid it in advance? Oh well, plenty of time to find out later. Spritzing on some cologne, I pocket my wallet, keys, and phone before heading out the door.

The night was cool, not exceptionally cold like I'd expect for this time of year, and if I squinted hard enough, I could make out the stars beyond the city's lights. 8:30 is still pretty early on a Saturday night, especially in the city, and I'm not disappointed by the number of people still bustling around. The sights, sounds, and dull thrumming energy of the moving crowd pull a smile to my face and I quickly push forward to get lost in it.

All too soon the neon lights of Pleasure Harbor come into view and I slow my gate, coming to a full stop about twenty meters from the building. The people are now weaving around me, very few pausing to really look at the obstacle in their path. I'm about fifteen minutes early, and contemplate waiting to see if I spot vivid blue hair before leaving my beloved crowded street. Though, the thought that he might already be inside, combined with what looks to be a five to ten minute line to the door, spurs my feet forward.

I've never minded waiting in line, the opportunity to 'people watch' always welcome, but as I passed by the doors to head to the back of the line, a hand wrapped around, yes wrapped around, my upper arm, effectively halting any forward motion. Following the huge hand up the proportionally large arm, shoulder and neck, I'm left gaping at the sadistic smirk of an all too familiar, black haired bouncer.

He spoke over the noise of the crown and the music blaring just beyond the open doors, "Shiba Kaien?"

I felt an eyebrow rise while I looked at him in confusion, how the hell did he know who I was? I remember seeing him guarding the back stage door Ichigo disappeared behind last time I was here, but I've never actually met this man, "Sorry, but I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. Who are you?"

The man's face crinkled with laughter, eye patch and all, "Well, you certainly look like Grimm's type, but I can't imagine someone polite as yerself puttin' up with 'im. Name's Kenpachi, follow me." He nodded to the other bouncer, another intimidating muscular man with short white hair, "Back in a minute Kensei." The other nodded, continuing to check ID's and take money.

Never having relinquished my arm, Kenpachi pulled me into the club. As he moved in front of me, people scrambled to get out of the big guys way and I couldn't say I blamed them. This man was a beast. I was still trying to figure out how he knew who I was when he finally released me upon reaching the bar, signaling to the women I met last time…Nel, was it?

She approached us, flipping the bar towel over her shoulder and smiling widely, "Hey there, welcome back!"

Before I could answer, Kenpachi's gravelly voice cut over the noise, "Nel, this is Grimmjow's, Shiba Kaien. Make sure he's taken care of."

I raised both brows this time at the man's word choice and Nel's smile shifted to an all-knowing one that I wasn't quite sure I deserved just yet. Oh well, when in Rome… "Nice to see you again too and don't worry, I'm easy to please. Gin and tonic if you don't mind, pretty lady."

Kenpachi tilted his head to the side and gave a confused look that seemed out of place on his features, "Yeah, you may look like them, your personality isn't much like theirs. Not very easy ta goad, are yah kid?"

It was about that time I finally figured out how he picked me out of the crowd. Grimmjow must have described my likeness to Ichigo and his white demon boyfriend. And yes, the man was right about both being easy to rile up but, "Nope. Can't say I share that particular trait with them. I consider myself more of a social survivalist."

The big guy snorted, "Too bad," and headed back for the door.

Nel set my finished drink on the bar, "Don't mind him, he just has this weird fascination with getting a rise out of people."

I laughed, "Seems like I'm a bit too laid back for his taste. Hey Nel, any idea where Grimmjow is? He told me to meet him at nine and it's already past."

She smiled and winked, "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be around any second now."

As she finished, the dance music cut off and the disk jockey introduced the first dancer of the night, the Blue Panther? I laugh at the name and listen as the man finishes with "…And tonight he's got moves like Jagger."

The beat starts up and I tap my foot to the pleasant sound. Well, at least he has good taste in music. Hopefully the moves are good enough to redeem him from that ridiculous name. Turning with my drink in hand I'm just in time to watch the lights come on a deep red, casting a crimson glow onto the stage.

"Just shoot for the stars,

If it feels right

Then aim for my heart…

Yellow and orange lights come on as well, complementing the red as the warm, candle-like colors, illuminate a den type, dark suede chair facing away from the audience. The back of the chair was too tall to see over, but slick white shoes and slacks could be seen bouncing to the beat between the legs of the obstruction.

If ya feel like can take me away

And make it OK,

I swear I'll behave...

At the word 'behave' the blue headed dancer swiftly stood and swung around to the side of the chair, now facing the audience with that glorious bad boy smile…Holy fucking God!

You wanted control,

So we waited,

I put on a show,

Now we're naked…

Clad in an all-white business type suit, my date stood on stage, body swaying to the beat suggestively and grinning like a maniac. Anticipation grips me instantaneously as he loosens that hair-matching, teal tie.

You say I'm a kid,

My ego is big,

I don't give a shit,

And it goes like this…

He pushes forward, letting his arms fall back as the white jacket slides fluidly down the same colored, satin, long sleeve button up. His feet continuously moving to the beat, he spins in place, right hand at his collar as he abruptly stops to face the crowd once more. Quick and graceful, that hand slides down, rapidly unfastening the buttons in its descent. Damn, he's good.

Take my by the tongue and I'll know you,

Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you…

Shirt now open and floating around tanned skin and ripped muscles, the growing crowd cheers and hollers louder as his left hand descends to the top of the white slacks, popping the button and sliding the zipper without breaking stride.

All the moves like Jagger…

Teasing onlookers with just a brief glimpse of teal beneath the open zipper, he spins around again, pants falling gracefully in mid-motion.

I've got the moves like Jagger…

The teal little G-string we are gifted with shows that the Blue Panther doesn't care much for imagination. And if that bulge was anything to go by, I could be one very happy man.

I've got the mooooooooves like Jagger…

When the spin is complete, he easily kicks off the shoes and steps the rest of the way out of the pants, fully freed for provocative motions in a sexy little G-string and matching tie.

(Electronic instrumental)

My member twitches and stirs as I watch him dance through the instrumental and I nearly drop my drink when he makes eye contact and winks at me, my brain going dead to everything save the blue beast on stage.

And it goes like this…

From the smooth, never faulting footwork, to the teasing thrusts of his hips just out of the fans' reach, and that arrogant yet sexy as hell smile, this man screams 'I could be the hottest sex you've ever had' without ever having to open his mouth.

Take me by the tongue and I'll know you,

Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you…

Finally moving close enough to accept bills, he seems to know which customers to allow slipping money in his waistband, smoothly avoiding the belligerent ones that might try to cop a feel or finish off the G-string. Feeling slightly left out, I quickly slide a generous bill from my wallet and maneuver my way to the stage.

The moves like Jagger,

I've got the moves like Jagger,

I've got the mooooooooves like Jagger…

He looks a little surprised by my boldness and rewards me by dropping to his knees, close enough that his teal covered bulge is only inches from my face. Feigning coyness, I lock eyes with him while giving the most innocent, unsure look I can pull off, simultaneously letting the back of my hand 'accidentally' brush the 'offered' package before slipping the bill in the waistband.

I don't need to try to control you,

Look into my eyes and I'll own you…

I hear a barely audible growl as his eyes darken with poorly masked desire, and I'll be damned if I wasn't drowning in those deep blue pools.

The moves like Jagger,

I've got the moves like Jagger,

I've got the mooooooooves like Jagger…"

All too soon, he reluctantly pulls away to placate the rest of his fan base while the instrumental starts up again. With about another minute in, the song is quieted with the dimming of the lights and while it definitely isn't the end of the song, I can't disagree with wrapping up here…too much more of naked Grimmjow and people might start having seizures.

He finally makes his exit, leaving the stage crew to the rest and I'm left contemplating how to work out another, preferably more private show. Damn, I don't think there's enough ice in Dante's final circle of Hell to cool me down after that.

= = Page Break = =

Taking my eyes off the kid for a split second to gauge the distance between myself and the money wielding fans, I look back up and nearly falter my act when I find him missing. I rotate my hips suggestively to distract those watching while I scan the room for my lost target. Imagine my pleasure as I find him smoothly maneuvering his way to the stage. Not wasting anytime, I break the routine slightly to meet him at the right edge, dropping to my knees and purposefully giving him a better look.

My forwardness caught up with me though when he oh so boldly let the back of his hand brush the part of me that I can now only imagine inside of his cocky ass. I had to fight the urge to yank him up on stage with me, thoughts of molesting that taut body at the forefront of my mind.

Forcing myself to pull away before doing something I'd never live down, I finish the song with the most pleasant sexual tension I've felt in a while. The chance of finishing our little showdown of will is looking pretty damn good based on the look he's currently sporting.

= = Page Break = =

"G-God Grim-Grimmjow…so fucking big." He panted, the last part coming out as a whisper, but definitely didn't go unheard, as I finished sliding my aching length home.

I smirked and leaned down, chest covering his back as I nipped an earlobe, "Yeah, hard to believe something this big fits into something so small and tight." I rocked my hips in emphasis, shaking in restraint as I waited for the green light.

His muscles twitched as he slowly pulled forward and pushed back again, testing the waters, "Fuck, this is gonna be gooood."

"You've got no idea, Kid. Just give me the green light and I'll have yah screamin' in seconds."

He threw a challenging look over his shoulder, "You've got good talk, now let's see if you've got what it takes to back it up."

'Fuckin' finally!' Pulling back out, I slammed in again quickly and set a rough pace that had his knuckles white against my navy satin sheets, doing what he could to keep up. I pushed his upper body down into the mattress and gripped his hips tightly, stealing his capacity to meet my thrusts but giving me full control and access to-

"Ah-ha, Holy Fuck!" Yeah, that. I set a brutal pace at that angle, pounding into that tight heat with every ounce of strength I could gather. The bedframe was thumping unashamedly against the wall, the sound competing with our own slapping of skin. Wanting to see his face as he made all those dick hardening sounds, I pulled out and knelt back to flip him over. Lifting his legs into the crook of each arm, I impaled him again, moving rapidly once more in that tight heat and watching his face contort in pleasure. So hot. It was so fucking hot-

"Grimm!" My movements faltered at the nickname. It was like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over my whole body and it took all I could not to still as I waited for the pained anger that was sure to follow. I never allowed another to use that name in bed, not since Ichigo. No, in pleasure, that name was just for him.

"Grimmjow?" Kaien's winded voice questioned my slowing pace and I looked down at him. I took in his dark, sweat slicked bangs plastered to his forehead, the rise and fall of his heaving chest, the way his darkened green eyes held slight worry at my sudden change of mood.

I stilled in confusion when the anger didn't come. The shadow of the pain was still there, but it felt more like a tribute to acceptance than despair. The acceptance that yes, I lost something, but it doesn't matter anymore. Looking back into the confused eyes of Kaien, for the first time in nearly six years I felt at peace with that loss.

Maybe it was the fact that they looked so much alike, or maybe…Just maybe I'm ready to make a place for this Kid in my tattered fucked up excuse for a love life. Either way, I'm finally letting go. I laughed, making the Kid jump, looks like I gained something without realizing it.

He was obviously still confused as all hell, but he lightened up a bit when I started laughing, "So you are still in there…You gonna finish what yah started, or am I gonna have ta take over?"

I started moving again and he let out a relieved sigh, "Not unless you are ready to fight for the lead."

"Honestly, I'm kind of winded and was hoping I wouldn't have to."

I smirked, "Well then it's a good thing we're on the same page."

He opened his mouth to respond, but it only came out as a loud groan when I pounded into his sweet spot once more, getting back up the brutal pace. His moans were loud and long, and I wondered sadistically if I could make them loud enough to wake my asshole brother on the other side of the house.

Reaching around, I grabbed his leaking cock, and tugged in time with my ruthless thrusts.

"Gods yes! Gr-Grimm!" Ah, a screamer, even better.

"Yah like that?"

He shuddered, "Fuck yes. Do it to me harder!" Seems like he enjoys the dirty talk as much as I do.

"Yeah, I'll pound you through the fuckin' mattress!" He shuddered again and clamped almost unbearably tightly around me. "Fuck." His slick release coated my hand, sliding between my fingers as I continued pumping, his body jerking under me.

"Ah-ha, so good Grimm…" And just like that the tightly wound coil inside me snapped, and I poured everything I had into the tight, quivering body below, "Ah, Kaien."

I pulled out and threw myself down next to him, tossing my arm across his abdomen.

He turned his head to face me, shallow breathes still working their way out, "That was…that was…"

I smiled back at him, "Yeah. Let's do it again in the morning."

At first he looked pleased, then confused, "You want me to stay?"

Seriously? "Fuck yes I want you to stay, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I got the impression you were still having issues with…" He rotated his hand in the air, seeming to be looking for a certain word, but that didn't matter. I got the gist of what he was trying to say.

"Look Kaien, it's too late to back out now. I actually like you, meaning you're in this for the long haul." I pulled him closer trying to decide if I wanted to continue, we've only known each other for a couple months and while I didn't want to scare him off, I wasn't about to make the same mistake I did with Ichigo. No, not this time. Make no mistake, after tonight Kaien would know what I wanted from him. "I'll understand if this makes you uncomfortable, but you gotta know that if you stay, yer mine."

= = Page Break = =

"I'll understand if this makes you uncomfortable, but you gotta know that if you stay, yer mine." His voice was quiet, but serious. I'll admit that this development shocks me somewhat. With the way he's always reacted about the little orange headed bombshell, I honestly didn't think he was ready for anything serious. But hey, I'm a patient man when I need to be and planned on working my way in. Looks like that won't be necessary now though.

I smiled at him, "The long haul huh?"

He smirked and ran a hand through his sex tousled electric tresses, "The long haul. And you should know, I'm one stubborn, possessive son of a bitch."

I laughed, "Disclosure appreciated…I'm in." And yah know, staring at the now smiling, blue haired, cerulean eyed, Adonis before me, the long haul sounded pretty damn good.

**Blue Panther-Alright, so I just couldn't help myself…laugh if you want (I certainly did). Remember back when Shiro first met Ichigo and got Grimmjow to cover his shift, pissing off the 'Tenshou' fans? Well Shiro made a 'They were expecting batman and got catwoman instead' joke. So naturally I just haaad to make his name cat related lol. No matter how goofy it sounds to us though, Grimmjow will viciously defend his 'awesome' name against any fool brave enough to attempt teasing…Enter Shirosaki.