So, I kinda lied ^^; I really wasn't expecting to get this done until tomorrow but after work, it sort of ran away with me and I was able to finish the three fourths of it I still had to write~
Enjoy!
A wicked grin on his boyishly handsome face, Ichigo pulled away from his 'date' as the man gasped, a shocked and confused expression on his rather plain features. The oblivious man's mouth fell open in a silent scream but the sound bubbled in his throat and came out as a wet gurgle and a trickle of saliva thinned blood that ran down his chin.
Ichigo pulled out the grasping hands that had instinctively and reflexively curled into the front of his shirt as cold steel had slid through flesh and muscle near the base of the man's spine. Backing up a step, Ichigo studied the shadowed visage of his lover as the knife was yanked free before being plunged back into the man's unprotected side.
An over joyed grin adorned Shiro's pale, angelic features, his abysmal and strangely beautiful eyes shining and reflecting his joy and arousal. As their latest target finally fell to his knees, eyes wide but not really seeing the young man that stood in front of him, Shiro turned his attention back to Ichigo.
The orange haired man laughed and placed a single finger against Shiro's lily white lips, shaking his head before the albino could say anything. He didn't need to hear the man's words to know how grateful Shiro was for what Ichigo did for him, nor did he need to hear the man's confessions to know the albino truly loved him.
"Just be quick, love." Ichigo told his pale lover while Shiro's golden eyes locked with his gaze, a sweet smile on the more colorful's lips as he removed his finger. "Have your fun so you can join me at home and I can have mine..."
Another wicked grin full of ill intent erupted across pale lips, showing off white teeth before a blue tongue was visible as the grin turned into lilting laughter. "A course, aibou. Nice an' dirty fer the authorities ta find, but I'll be done afore ya even get home."
Ichigo leaned over the kneeling man between them, grabbing Shiro's jaw between his fingers to pull the albino into a deep and promising kiss, tugging on the man's lower lip with his teeth before he pulled away and stuffed his hands into his pockets, taking his time as he exited the alley and out into the dark street.
Shiro rounded his victim, crouching down on his haunches to be at eye level with the poor man. There was still life in his eyes; desperation, fear, the beginnings of comprehension. The albino killer waited until those rolling eyes finally found and focused on his leering face.
"Ain't this fun?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and letting his long hair fall over his shoulder, the knife held casually in one hand, dangly between his legs while his elbows rested on his knees. "Guess I should be thankin' ya. Tanight's ganna be good, ya got Ichi real excited. Prolly pissed tha' ya were flirtin' wit the waitress too but I love it when he ge's aggressive like tha'."
As Shiro finished his little one sided conversation, the man opened his mouth, trying to speak, to plead. Shiro went silent, his expression shifting subtly, something like anger flashing on his features.
"An yer also ganna help me get ma title back. Fuck that hollow guy. Who the hell does he think he is, anyway? This is my city." He growled, his distorted voice taking on a rougher, deeper tone and truly sounding as though it seeped from the deepest pits of hell.
Steel, no longer cold as blood and bile warmed it, sliced through the soft flesh of the man's belly. He had a challenge to deliver after all and he'd be damned if this victim wouldn't end up being his most gruesome, most memorable to date.
The people to find the body with the next morning would be too busy retching to call the police. By the time Shiro was done playing, the body lay in nearly two pieces, split right down the man's spine and only still connected by his skull and the bone of ribs he couldn't cut through with the knife he was using. Intestines spilled across the gritty, broken blacktop of the alley floor, the police and investigators would be forced to carry the body away in bins rather than a body bag. The customary symbol to showcase the Shinigami's work, the little wooden totem, would be found tied around the man's heart where it lay in messy pile of gore, the leather strings tight enough to cut into the tissue of the organ.
Panting from his excitement and exertion, Shiro pulled his white hooded sweatshirt back on, pulling the hood up to hide some of the blood he had accidently splattered in his hair. Surprisingly, he had actually stayed rather clean considering the mess he had made. But living with Ichigo helped with that. The orange haired man that had essentially taken him in a year ago had a set of rules he expected Shiro to abide by and the albino had quickly learned to keep the place clean and be well mannered when it was called for. It was only natural that that trait carried over to his work and so he kept most of the mess on the ground.
Tucking his knife away in his boot, he straightened and readjusted his erection as it pressed uncomfortably against the inside of his jeans. Taking one last look at his handy work and feeling rather proud, he took off in a quick but silent jog and left the body behind, the friction caused by his pants not nearly enough at the moment.
Not too far away from where Shiro had finally finished playing, a lone man walked down the street with a confident swagger in his stride as he took his time on his way back to his little apartment on the shittier side of town.
Grimmjow had opted to skip going to the cafe that morning, thinking he'd let Ichigo wonder just how interested he was, stretch their game out a little longer and take his time. He didn't want the man to think he was being too easy to get after all, or think he was some sort of creepy stalker, even if that was essentially what he was doing. Plus, it was the thrill of the hunt that got the bluenette going, what came after he captured his prey was just survival and necessity, a basic need to be met.
Instead of visiting his future prey, he had spent most of his day wondering the streets aimlessly, exploring his new territory and getting to know the lay of the city, hunting out the best locations to lay an ambush and what sort of neighborhoods stocked what sort of game. Hardly any of the people he passed, even during the busier hours, paid him any mind and the few looks or comments he drew were usually about his uniquely colored hair or his physique rather than suspicion of any kind. But then, he figured these people had been living with a serial killer in their midst for a while now and like all human beings, they were bound to adjust and get complacent, lazy and unwary.
Now, as the sun settled below the skyline and just barely backlit the city with a fiery, reddish hue that struck him as oddly beautiful, Grimmjow stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and headed back toward his apartment, nearly on the other side of town. The streets were silent, only the occasional car to interrupt the peace, a roaring engine to break the silence and a bright flash of headlights to wash the darkening vista in an uninviting glow. The stars were bright over head, the night sky clear and crisp but not cold and Grimmjow allowed a pleased and slightly predatory grin crease his handsome features, flashing white teeth to the heavens for a moment and inhaling the scent of the air.
As the bluenette continued down the side walk, avoiding the brightly lit patches directly under the few working street lamps he passed, foot steps caught his attention. He didn't really think much of it, they were far too loud to be someone trying to get the drop on him, not nearly stealthy enough to take him by surprise, but still he paused, the strange feeling that he was in the company of another predator, another like individual giving him cause for hesitation.
Blue brows creasing and an aggressive expression flitting across his features, Grimmjow casually turned to look over his shoulder and behind him, wondering if he had somehow crossed into someone else's territory, not that he had anything to fear if he had. He was met with a sight that hardly instilled fear and hardly warranted the warning of his instincts.
It was only a young man, clothed in a pair of dark, tight fitting skinny jeans and a powder blue and purple plaid shirt, nothing too out of the normal and certainly no danger to him. The stranger crossed the street, pausing to look both ways and not even taking note of where Grimmjow stood in the dark, overlooking the one thing that was more dangerous than a car.
The blue haired killer was about to turn and be on his way, dismissing the strange sensation along with the random young man when the kid stepped under the street lamp on the opposite side of the road. Bright orange hair nearly glowed under the dingy light, chaotic and fiery and sticking out at every angle.
Grimmjow smirked, his devilishly blue eyes dancing with swirling electricity. He wouldn't be able to mistake that hair for anything. Turning back toward the young man and the object of his current fancy and desire, Grimmjow took a single, silent step in that direction when a pale shadow caught his attention, darting out from one of the near by alleyways in a low and stealthy crouch far from normal for most people.
Every hair on Grimmjow's body stood on end as he watched, knowing this newest man to be the predator he had sensed. His senses went on full alert, his jaw clenching with the strangest desire to warn Ichigo, to shout or even take off after the dangerous man stalking up on the cafe worker. He took a quick step toward Ichigo and into the street, still avoiding the light and watching as the pale shape of a man sped across the street and onto the opposite sidewalk, not pausing to look and never faltering his quick and deathly silent steps.
The stranger nearly sprinted right up behind Ichigo, the young man completely oblivious to the danger at his back. As Ichigo was caught from behind, shoved roughly into the brick wall of the building he was walking next too, Grimmjow nearly growled out a warning and threat, very nearly taking off in a sprint, but the snarling words died in his throat and froze in place as he watched.
The predatory man, a white hood pulled up and hiding his features from view, turned Ichigo around so that his back was flash with the building, hands settling on slim, denim clad hips. Ichigo's husky and amused laughter floated across the street, sounding like rich velvet to Grimmjow's ears. The orange haired man's hands fisted in the front of his attacker's white hoodie, his laughter cut short as he was locked into a passionate and heated kiss. The hands on his hips slipped around behind him as his would be attacker pulled Ichigo flush against his body and ground his own hips forward to once more pin Ichigo to the building, his head dipping to attack Ichigo's lean and inviting neck. Ichigo threw his head back, his hands reaching around to snag in the back of the white hoodie the other man wore, one foot planting on the brick he leaned against and consequently spreading his legs to make room for the other male.
Snarl dying in his throat, Grimmjow's head tilted slightly, a single brow raising as he watched Ichigo try to pull he and...whoever that guy was out of the street and out of plain view. The blue haired man quickly pulled his gaze away and turned on his heal, disappearing down the next alley he came by and out of sight of his future victim.
While a bit confused about why Ichigo would so openly flirt with him in the cafe if he had a man, it didn't stop him from wanting the fiery young man. If anything, his hunger grew. This newest revelation made his apatite stir to life, made the flavor wafting off the man he knew he must devour seem all the more delectable.
Grimmjow stuffed his hands back into his pockets and hurried along as his jeans seemed to grow tight. A shame he hadn't gotten a good look at the other man as well, perhaps he'd have two main courses the next time he dined out.
Because he himself had been wondering around the city aimlessly and with no real purpose, it never occurred to Grimmjow to wonder why Ichigo and his mystery man were out and about at the odd time when most of the city had locked their doors against the possible attack of multiple murderers. Nor did he reflect upon the strange, predatory feel the second man had reeked of or the more subtle but matching feel Ichigo himself had seemed to spew once the lights had been turned out and he was no longer in the civil atmosphere of the cafe.
The night went by normally after that. Grimmjow got home, went to bed after a quick meal of heated up left overs, nearly half of which he shared with his little hellion of a companion, much to the cat's pleasure. By the time he was full, so was the cat and he fell into a dreamless and restful sleep, said cat laying curled on his chest and purring the night away.
He knew he would be back at the cafe with the next dawn. He was intrigued by the young man he had met and marked as a prey item that first visit and seeing him with another man only further solidified Grimmjow's resolve to have the orange haired Ichigo, possibly in more way than just as food.
The blue haired man was woken up with the sun's rise, sirens shattering the peaceful, predawn stillness. The cat jolted awake, her vicious little claws digging into her perch and consequently ending up with her being launched across the room as Grimmjow jerked upright and snarled at the sharp needles digging into his bare chest.
Grimmjow threw his blanket off, glaring at the cat sulking in the corner where she had landed and got up. Storming nearly silently to his bathroom to shower, he quickly started his day, listening as the sirens faded in the background.
••••••
Once more sitting across from the orange haired cafe worker in the same seat he had chosen the last couple times, Grimmjow sipped his coffee while he studied Ichigo with the hungry eyes of a predator. Oddly enough, his intense and fear inspiring cold gaze hardly seemed to bother the young man, not like it did others that happened to be unfortunate enough to lock gazes with him.
Instead, Ichigo matched his stare with little more than open curiosity, his eyes just a bit wider than normal and just a hint of a flush spreading across the bridge of his nose. Finally, Grimmjow smirked and put his coffee mug on the table, that day's paper laying near by, the headline announcing that the Shinigami killer had struck again some time in the night and a censored, black and white photo hinting at the horror that had unfolded.
Naturally, that had been the first thing to be brought up between them. The pure brutality of the previous night's killing had fascinated both of them and Grimmjow had come up with the same conclusion Ichigo had; the Shinigami killer was getting territorial with the Hollow killer, letting his rage show.
"I can hardly believe that an attractive young man like you doesn't have a significant other." Grimmjow said after he finally broke his stare, his deep, growling voice conversational and easy going, though his plan was to corner his prey, fluster the orange haired man and maybe toy with him a bit before he decided to end their little game.
However, Grimmjow didn't realize that this was Ichigo's kind of game, the kind he excelled in and wrote the rules to. He had long ago perfected this art, as any of Shiro's past victims would attest to if they could. Ichigo was a master at acting, at deceiving his intended targets and telling them exactly what they wanted to hear.
He let an almost shy but charming little smile curve his lips and settle in his eyes. He chuckled quietly, glancing down at the table top for a split second, breaking eye contact before reasserting it while he spoke with what sounded like simple honesty.
"I don't tie myself down, I like to have fun" He shrugged, a light hearted but flirtatious and suggestive smile on his handsome features. "and I haven't ran into a man that's been able to change my mind yet."
Grimmjow arched a brow, a wide grin on his face as he nodded. Perhaps being mauled in the street constituted as fun for this kid? Not that it wasn't something he would do under the right circumstances. It sounded like his kind of fun and hell, he'd probably even gladly do it to the young man sitting across from him given the chance, but whatever.
"So when are you planning to show me that something that can hold my interest, then? I'm sure that would be fun." Grimmjow asked, leaning over the table toward his prey slightly and letting his natural aura of confidence and sex appeal do most of the talking for him. The kid didn't stand a chance against him.
Ichigo let another flirty little smirk tug at his features. This poor man was playing right into his hands and didn't even realize it. "Not work appropriate, remember? You'll have to wait for a more...open setting."
Grimmjow chuckled, his laughter deep and rolling and nearly enough to send chills up Ichigo's spine. "Right. And when's that going to be?"
"Well, that all depends..." Ichigo told the man, glancing around quickly to make sure he wasn't needed or falling behind on his work. He had been sitting with his customer for nearly a half hour and while the cafe didn't usually start getting busy for another half hour or so, he still wasn't really supposed to be sitting around.
"Oh yeah? On what?" The blue haired man asked, a devilish smirk pulling at his full lips, his cyan eyes bright and cunning.
Ichigo stood from his seat across from the bigger man to look down at Grimmjow as the bluenette sat back in his seat, not at all uncomfortable with the orange haired man now towering over him. But Ichigo had figured it wouldn't bother him. This man wasn't like the other people around the city, he was strong and some how more wild.
"When you ask me to join you somewhere, of course." He said, giving a sweet smile before he winked and turned about, heading back toward the counter before his boss could catch him slacking. His sweet smile turned into a full blown grin that could have rivaled Shiro's as he felt intense blue eyes rake down his retreating form hungrily and eagerly.
Not too long after the orange haired man got back to work, Grimmjow also stood from his seat. A smirk on his face, he scrawled a quick little message on a napkin, dropped a few bills on the table and left. Later that night, he would take care of the matter of being upstaged by this so called Shinigami. Plans to make sure his kill was extra gruesome had him baring white teeth in glee as he walked down the street, leaving the cafe behind. Wouldn't that pretty orange hair look gorgeous with red highlights?
A few minutes after his now regular customer left, Ichigo wondered back to his booth to clean up and pick up the money for the man's coffee. He pocketed the napkin with ink scrawled across it, cleaning the table and going back to his post behind the counter before he pulled it back out and read what the man had wrote.
It took the orange haired man almost no time to convince a coworker to cover his shift and beg his boss to let him off early. He was an outstanding worker, hardly ever late and he never missed a day, it didn't take much effort. It also helped that it was the end of his week and he was able to convince everyone he had sudden plans, which was kind of true.
A couple hours later, as he was relieved by the girl that had agreed to cover the rest of his shift, Ichigo scrambled from the cafe, yanking his name tag off as he all but skipped to his car.
Shiro had just made a kill the night before, but he was always thrilled to get such good news and Ichigo knew he would just love to hear that the target he had been grooming to be their latest victim was ready and had actually taken that extra and deadly step himself. He could just imagine that lilting, crazed laugh as he showed the albino the note he had been left. Shiro would be sharpening his hunting knife all night, at least in between rounds of what was bound to be great sex.
He made the drive home in record time, a little bit surprised when he made it there without being pulled over. He ran up his front steps, giving their elderly neighbor lady a quick wave and polite smile as she stared suspiciously at him from her porch. She was a bit senile and seemed to think that Ichigo was a zombie or alien or something, mistaking Shiro for a copy of him. Weird little old lady... They looked nothing alike...
He threw the door open only to get a face full of Shiro, the albino not expecting him and wondering who the hell was storming up to their front door, but Ichigo couldn't help but laugh as he let himself collapse into his albino lover as he nearly ran the man over in his hurry.
Surprised, Shiro stumbled backward before letting a smirk tug at his features while he played with Ichigo's hair. "So, uh... wha's goin' on?"
"I have a date." Ichigo told him with an overjoyed smile on his face as he pulled the napkin from his pocket and passed it over.
One ashen brow raising, Shiro took it and quickly read through the neat hand writing. "This yer blue haired guy?"
"Sure is!" Ichigo answered, already able to see the intrigue and excitement beginning to boil over in liquid gold.
"That bar he's talking about" Ichigo tapped the napkin in Shiro's colorless hands. "is that little, out of the way one on the other side of town, it's too perfect. The bar will be crowded with drunks that late this time of the week but the streets around it will be dead."
Ichigo was so excited he could hardly contain himself and Shiro's smirk grew the longer the more colorful man kept talking. By the time his playful smirk turned into a leering grin, he stooped and wrapped his arms around Ichigo's slim waist, bodily hoisting the orange haired man off the ground before tossing him over his shoulder.
Warm, playful laughter filled the silence as Shiro carried Ichigo down the hall, turning his head to sink his teeth into the tender area right above Ichigo's hip where his shirt had ridden up to expose tan skin. Reaching down, Ichigo slapped Shiro's perfectly shaped butt in retaliation that served no other purpose besides to spur the albino on.
He was thrown to the bed, his pants already worked down around his knees while Shiro followed after him, landing between his knees with a hungry and needy look his golden eyes, his fingers already yanking at the buttons to his own jeans. Ichigo sat up and stripped the albino's shirt off, glueing himself to the deliciously pale and gorgeously toned abdomen, wrapping his arms around slim hips and laving his tongue over one of Shiro's nipples.
A pale hand ran through his hair, snagging in the orange locks at the back of his head as Shiro tilted his head back and moaned. Jeans forgotten in the unexpected treatment, Ichigo pushed Shiro's frozen hand away from the fly of his pants and finished them off, pushing them down his hips and thighs as he kept his tongue and teeth busy.
Finally having the annoying clothing far enough out of the way, Ichigo lay back down, hooking his legs around Shiro's waist and pulling the pale man on top of him. They didn't bother with preparation and Ichigo cried out in pain as Shiro's hard member plunged into him. The moment Shiro drew back however, the orange haired man gasped and shivered in pleasure.
Their pace was fast and brutal, filled with plenty of deep voiced screams and lilting growls, teeth and dragging nails. After more than an hour, Ichigo nearly fell of the bed as he tried to stand. Shiro chuckled and helped him steady himself, leaning close to place a gentle, almost apologetic kiss on the side of his neck, just below his ear.
The more colorful of the two checked the clock before stretching and heading toward the bathroom, hiding a slight limp that had Shiro licking his lips with the tip of his navy tongue. Ichigo called back behind him, bidding Shiro to pick out what he'd be wearing that night, knowing the albino would make sure he looked mouth watering and damned sexy.
Another couple hours into the night, Ichigo pulled the car over a few blocks down from the bar he was to be meeting Grimmjow at, letting Shiro out so that when the pale man arrived, they wouldn't be seen together. Shiro was excellent at not being seen when he didn't want to be, a habit and skill he had picked up years ago, but it never hurt to be cautious.
Ichigo strode confidently into the bar, looking for blue hair and a body that screamed 'touch me', not surprised at all when he found Grimmjow sitting at the bar wearing clothing that showcased his muscled arms and clung to his torso like a second skin. Much to his amusement, the bluenette was currently curling his lip at some woman that was attempting to get him to buy her a drink.
A flirty smirk and a subtle but sensual sway to his hips, Ichigo sauntered right up to the man, openly fitting himself to the bigger man's side and resting his hand low across the man's abdomen. Blue eyes instantly settled upon him, seething threat darkening the crystal color before recognition and even appreciation lightened them back up.
The woman's jaw dropped as Ichigo held his hand out to her. "Hey, I'm Ichigo. Are you a friend of Grimm's?"
More than happy to play along, Grimmjow wrapped a thick arm around the smaller's waist and pulled him close. The woman stuttered before apologizing and scurrying away, leaving the two men laughing and separating themselves to exchange greetings.
"Grimm, huh?" The bluenette asked, raising a blue brow while they wondered off to find an empty table, an amused smirk on his angular features.
Ichigo shrugged as he slid into his seat and allowed Grimmjow to order his drink for him. "It sounded more personal and believable."
The man nodded and before long they were deep in conversation, several empty glasses strewn across the table. Both studied the habits of the other, discreetly sizing their prey up and looking for weaknesses to exploit.
As the night wore on, Grimmjow's deep laughter accompanying Ichigo's velveteen voice, the bluenette let his piercing gaze wonder the young man's frame, beginning to feel it was just about time to get on with the night's true activities as his stomach grumbled in want and his groin stirred with equal excitement. Though the later really was more of the orange haired man's doing. If nothing else, Ichigo knew how to get a man going.
Across from him, Ichigo was coming to the same conclusion and he let his hooded, chocolaty eyes settle on Grimmjow's, instantly grabbing the man's undivided attention. The curtain had risen and the last act of the night was about to begin.
"What daya say to going somewhere a little more private?" Ichigo suggested, letting his voice take on a husky tone while he expertly slurred his words just enough to make it seem he was feeling the effects of all the alcohol he had let Grimmjow pump into him. But he was no novice to this game and his tolerance was through the roof, nearly as high as his acting skills.
Grin firmly secured, Grimmjow carefully climbed to his feet, a little surprised by just how much they had drank, though he knew it wouldn't be a problem and it wouldn't effect his work. He held his hand out for the young man that would very shortly become his in more ways than one and helped pull the tipsy man from his seat.
Just as the two rose from their seat, a pale form that could have passed as a messenger from either heaven or hell made his quick and silent exit, unnoticed and unrecognized by any of the patrons save for one. Shiro was gone, disappearing into the dark surroundings as though he had never been there by the time Ichigo and Grimmjow made it to the door.
A big hand splayed across his lower back, Ichigo pretended to stumble just slightly as Grimmjow opened the glass door for him, laughing as a blush lit the orange haired man's face.
"Grimm..." Ichigo nearly moaned out, his voice low and breathy. Need awakened deep in his belly, but it wasn't for the man beside him and while it was his name Ichigo had said, only pale flesh and golden eyes came to mind.
"Yeah, Ichi?" Grimmjow purred, letting his hand slip a bit lower where it rested and loving the sound of his name rolling off the smaller man's tongue like that. Wouldn't he be in for a hell of a surprise after they were done with the appetizers?
"I don't think I can wait until we get back to your place..." Ichigo turned lust darkened eyes up at the taller man, his tongue peeking out to run over his bottom lip before said lip was caught between his teeth playfully. Reaching across his body, he sensually trailed his fingers up the side of the man's jean glad thigh, pausing over the now very noticeable bulge in his pants.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Grimmjow growled, backing the smaller man into an alleyway and dipping his head low to sample the smooth flesh of Ichigo's neck with his tongue.
The two predators grinned, their expressions a match as the other fell almost too easily into the trap that had been set for their prey.
Soooo~ What do you think? Excited for the fated encounter between the three?
also, out of precaution that I hopefully wont need. I've been informed that not only are certain stories being taken down, but a few accounts have been deleted completely. I don't know the details or reasoning behind it but JUST IN CASE something happens to my profile, I'll update everyone with wherever I move my stuff too on my deviant art account as well as my tumblr. (both of which are under the same name as I am here and pretty easily found)