"Thank you again, Mr. Jaegerjaquez."
I nod, stuffing the well-earned cash into my leather wallet and make my way out of the company building and towards my car. I just sold some photos to Soul Society Magazine. I sold photos of the actress Rukia and some of the other celebrities I came across the night before. I made some good money, since Soul desperately wanted pictures of these stars that came out to Hueco Mundo. Workers for Soul magazine who photographed specially for that magazine company couldn't make their way into the VIP section, instead snapping blurry or too far away images while I got some good close ups. Good thing I have connections, and an even better thing that I work freelance which gives me all the freedom I want and in the end pays off very well for me.
I didn't sell Ichigo's photos to the magazine. I'm a man of my word, and since I have Ichigo connected with me, I don't want it to end too quickly. I'm just getting started with him after all and I still have a lot planned for Ichigo. This will be fun. Those photos are still in my camera, in the safety of my apartment. It's been a week since I last saw the berry, a week since he sucked me off and I'm certain I can't wait any longer. I have to have him again, except this time I've got something else planned and it'll give us the time to discuss our little deal a little more in detail.
Now with a bit of work out of the way, I get to my apartment and the first thing I do is give Ichigo a call, gazing out to the beach from my balcony. When the line picks up, I'm greeted by an unfamiliar voice.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Who's this?" I challenge.
For a second I think Ichigo gave me a wrong number. If that's the case, then he's fucked. I'm literally cringing and silence from the other end isn't helping.
"You're speaking with Uryu Ishida: Ichigo Kurosaki's manager. If you have any inquiries, or would like to discuss future rolls please state your name and intention…"
"Cut the crap," I tell him.
Sheesh, this guy sounds like a fucking robot. I can't believe some people are so stiff with their chosen careers. At least I know it's Ichigo's, only problem is this fucking guy. I have to come up with something to say so I can get his manager to fuck off and get Ichigo on the line. Ichigo needs to give me a private number so I can connect to the berry without having to go through this bullshit like his weird ass robot manager from answering my calls.
"I'm working with Ichigo on a…project," I wince at the way it sounds, mouthing 'what the fuck' and shaking my head, but I'm not going to just hang up.
"Fuck. Just put Ichigo on the phone."
"No, I cannot."
Is this guy serious? Where did Ichigo even find this guy, the depths of blue balls hell?
"Why not?" I ask, watching two hot babes in bikinis walk on the opposite street of my apartment towards the beach. I whistle at them, getting side tracked. Uryu interrupts me.
"What is your name?"
"Hand over Ichigo and you'll know."
Before Uryu speaks again, I hear muffled commotion on the other line. I hear someone tell Uryu to give the phone to him and in a matter of seconds I catch myself smiling at the voice.
"You dumbass," he starts.
"Aww, Ichigo don't be so rude. We're working on a project together after all…"
"What?" I can imagine him frowning. "Why are you calling me?"
"You already know why," I tell him, "we're meeting up tonight: dinner."
"But…"
"No butts," I remind him. "Remember our deal? Unless you want me to sell you out, you do what I want."
I hear him huff on the other end. "I know about our deal, but what if I have plans, Grimmjow?"
"That's just too bad. Cancel that shit."
"It's work related."
"You're lying."
I hear him groan then go silent. I expect him to keep up his stubborn shit and I swear I'm close to getting pissed off myself. Then the brat actually saves himself.
"OK. Where do you want to meet?"
"I don't know, Ichigo," I say sarcastically, "You're the famous one, be a good boy and pick a nice place where we'll have some privacy, okay baby?"
"I can't believe this," he grumbles.
I'm grinning. Secretly I know he wants to see me again. He's probably glad that I'm blackmailing him. He's just too stubborn to admit it but I will get it out of him. I will hear from his pretty little mouth that he actually has a raging hard on for me.
Ichigo tells me about this restaurant that has a separate dining area for celebrities or high paying public figures that want to have the privacy and view of the beach while being served wine and top notch cuisine. Perfect.
We're seated at a table by a large window, a wide view of the glistening dark ocean and the city lights shining brightly outside. It's really breathtaking actually, but with Ichigo sitting in front of me, it's got me enjoying both views. The lights in the separate area of the restaurant is dimly lit, windows surrounding the walls, a clean lit bar standing off to the center while we're in a more confined area.
"So, what did you tell them about me?" I'm having a hard time wiping this smile of my face.
"I told my manager that I was meeting an international model."
I laugh, "International model, huh? I could work with that."
Ichigo gazes at me for a moment, casting his eyes away as soon as I catch him.
"Did he believe you?"
"I guess," Ichigo mutters, "I mean, you totally pull it off anyway."
Even in this lighting I can tell he's blushing. Ichigo keeps glancing at my slightly open chest. Well, I did choose to unbutton the top two buttons on purpose. He reaches for his glass of water, drinking like it's going to get rid of the light redness in his cheeks.
"Bet you're feeling really hot, huh?" I watch him like he'll disappear any minute, like I'll wake from this unbelievable dream but it's happening right here and now. Again, I don't know how he's feeling towards me but he looks calm. I could always just straight out ask him, since he already knows how I feel about him. He knows that I want him, but does he want me back?
Ichigo puts his glass down, clearing his throat. "Well it's kind of hot in here…"
I feel a smirk creeping up. Yeah. It's pretty fucking hot in here cause I'm sitting across from you.
"So what plans did you have?" I ask, watching as our very own server pours red wine into our wine glasses. She smiles at me and turns to walk away. I remember Ichigo saying he had plans, and whether its work related or not, I still want to know what he gave up to be with me.
"I was going to meet Rukia. That is until you so kindly told me to cancel that shit.
"So I guess your girlfriend knows about the international model then?"
"She's not my girlfriend," Ichigo frowns.
I already know this. I just like messing with him.
I sit back and drink this piss weak wine while I watch Ichigo. He doesn't even bother to look at me, and as much as I like looking at his near perfect profile, I'd rather have his full undivided attention on me.
"Hey look at me," I put the wine down on the table. He turns his face to look straight at me.
He looks stressed out, but it's not really my intention to make him feel like that.
"Cool it, Ichigo. I just wanted to take you out to dinner. It's nothing too bad. I want to talk about our deal." I give him a grin but he doesn't look too convinced, like he's expecting me to do something horrendous.
"Yeah it's nothing too bad," Ichigo glares, "so you want to discuss our blackmail plan in more detail? Sure, go right ahead."
"I don't think it's a good idea to give me lip when I'm the one in charge here."
I smirk because he knows I'm right. I also know that he likes me, so why not get that on the table before I really start having fun with him.
"I know you like me, Kurosaki. I can tell. But I want to hear you say it." It's blunt, my tone enough to make anyone intimidated, and that shows in his face. He looks slightly taken aback. I clear my throat. I need to be gentler with him, but that's not something I'm very good at, especially when he's giving me attitude. Admittedly, I enjoy using people, and I enjoy riling this kid up.
"You're wrong. I don't like you."
That's bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. Ichigo can fight me all he wants but he isn't going to win.
"I don't believe you. You may be a good actor but I'm not a blind retard. I see the way you look at me. So just admit it. Tell me the truth."
"That is the truth, and it's not going to change." Ichigo grumbles.
I laugh, making his already deep as fuck frown deepen even more.
"If you're not honest, then that's another way to get your pictures leaked."
He stiffens. His eyes widen. That's right Ichigo.
"OK. Yeah, I'm attracted to you. It's not my fault you're…" Ichigo shakes his head.
"I'm what?"
"You're attractive. But you already know that, you jerk."
"That explains it." I grin. "Do you even realise how quickly you got on your knees to suck me off?"
"Don't forget you threatened me. It's not fair. I worked too hard to have someone like you take it all away from me. I don't like the way you think you can control me or something." He scowls.
Someone like me? My smile drops instantly. What's he trying to say? I'm getting the impression that Ichigo means he'll do what I want just to protect his career.
"The funny thing is," I start, "I haven't really showed you what control is yet."
I see him tremble, "what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean," I lean in closer, which makes him lean in to hear me whisper.
"You know exactly what I want, and I got a lot of fucked up fantasies about you. I'm getting hard just thinking about it. So let me tell you this, Ichigo. I'm gonna want it from you real soon, so you better be ready." He quickly sits back and I grin at his expression, slowly leaning back myself. His brows knit together and he's literally staring and swallows hard before glancing away.
"You're sick."
He has no idea.
The food arrives and we eat in silence. I'm left thinking about what exactly I will do to him after this. I want to show him that I'm the one who's in control, and I'll continue to be. Ichigo doesn't have a clue just what I'm capable of, but I'm sure he understands that I'm pretty straight forward, and I have my way, always.
Halfway through the meal he stops, frowning at the plate in front of him. He places his knife and fork down, grabs his napkin and wipes his lips, and then he looks at me with a scowl on his face. For a moment I think he's going to have a go at me. Start yelling or some shit, but instead he just looks at me. Really looks at me like he's trying to figure me out, figure out why I'm so intrigued with him when there are so many other celebrities out there that I could have blackmailed. But he was the one who happened to be that celebrity. I saw an opportunity and I took it. Ichigo's the one that fucked up here. I don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky.
"I knew what you wanted when we first made the deal, but I'm not your slave. Even if I'm attracted to you, what if I don't want to do this?"
I shrug.
"You're doing this willingly, Ichigo. I'm not forcing you. You agreed to this, remember? Sure, if you wanted you could pull out of this whenever you wanted. But it won't stop me from selling you out. You'll just be damaging your reputation."
He shakes his head. "I know damn it! I just…" he sighs, "I don't even know who you are. But I know I can't stop you either so…"
Ichigo takes a breath, his eyebrows knitted down in thought.
"You know I'm not stupid. I know what you want."
His eyes flick up, focusing on mine.
"I don't want to do this unwillingly. If I don't have a choice with what you do with my pictures then I'd rather have a choice over my body. And I don't want it to feel weird or anything. I'll do what you want as long as you don't sell me out."
"And what're ya gonna do for me to stop me from selling you out?"
He bites his lip, a slight blush running over his face.
"I'll sleep with you."
I'm silent, staring. Fuck. Yeah. Wait, what the hell is he getting at? He better not be trying to fuck with my head. Does he want to go through our deal like a couple or something? He's willing to give himself to me, he said it himself. And Ichigo doesn't want our sexual activities to feel weird. Well, same by me. I want this to be good. I want us to be comfortable, so I let him know that and he looks satisfied by it. We agree on this sudden forced relationship, and I feel my stomach twist lightly, a spark hitting at my heart making me sit back in my seat and think just what I've gotten myself into.
I have to remind myself that I'm doing this for my own pleasure. I'm not going to suddenly treat him like a princess or some fancy ass shit like that. Fuck that. He's still a punk ass celebrity and I'm still a paparazzi. The celebrities don't like our prying ways, even though it's our way of making money. The thing is these celebs don't realise that we are also in some very annoying way helping them get more popularity, even if it's usually catching them doing something negative or selling them out easily. I thought we would have gotten into a punch on with all the tension so I'm kind of surprised we managed to finish our dinner and get the fuck out of the restaurant.
I use my powers for good and get him back to my place without any struggle. I'm not usually a very affectionate type of guy. So why the fuck am I caressing his face? We're on the couch, the lights are all turned off and the TV is the only blue flashes of light to illuminate Ichigo. I watch him shiver from my touch and I actually like this shit. But he lets me do it. It surprises me that he's not struggling with my actions. I'm not forcing him. He agreed to this after all. But it is blackmail, and I can't be too sure if he's only playing along to stop me from selling him out or actually serious about this. I lean into him, kissing those supple soft lips, and he kisses back. My body feels hot, and all I want to do is undress him, see that gorgeous body of his, use him, but something stops me. Something I don't understand. Instead of ripping his clothes off and fucking him senseless into the mattress, we cuddle instead. I'm low key trying to calm my dick.
I know it's simple, nowhere near explicit, but I feel his tense body relax against mine, which tells me he's becoming more comfortable. I can control myself for now but I can't promise the same next time I have the berry with me again, because my desires only increase with every passing minute.
Ah. I do love writing Grimmjow. Thanks for leaving me a review, I appreciate it! Get ready for the smut train it's coming your way :)