Sorry I took so long! I've been grounded for a while and couldn't get to writing, but I spent a whole lot of Spring Break writing like crazy. Next chapter should come sooner and another thanks to everybody!
The club thundered and lights flashed randomly. A cascade of light and sound bursted throughout the club, so compact was the show that people were forced to move with the beat as it resonated within their bodies. Music, dancing, drinking. People were dizzy, happy, and prepared for the best and worst of deeds. A large, neon-lighted bar stood out as a bright red in contrast with the blues and greens showering the dancers and the purples and reds infused in the background of the DJ. A large sign held securely above the club, in the centre of the crooked semicircle shape of the ceiling. Bright, fluorescent blue let people know exactly which club they were in. The walls were dark, with some messy poles jutting out of some rough edges. Everything that was not lighted was black, where people began to participate in sin. A large balcony, more of a pathway even, stood around eleven feet above the dancers and circled around the entire club. An elevator was stashed behind a door to the left, and stairs were seated nearby.
Grimmjow had been here enough times to know almost everything about this place, because many Hoes were posted to work here. He knew Kazeshini lat the DJ stand, within the wall in the back; Mabashi at the bar to the right, the only place with tables other than the balcony; Choe and Zommari, the balcony guards; and the guards Hachigen and Jidanbou were situated near the door. Nothing unusual about the surroundings yet, Grimmjow thought. Crowds of people were dancing, so he began his work, not play.
Grimmjow turned left and headed to the stairs before waving a farewell to his job acquaintance. He rushed up the stairs and took a seat in one of the balcony chairs, watching his partner in crime pre-cautiously as he chatted nonchalantly with Zommari who, as usual, was remarkably serious. He saw the Hoe's customer come in. It was obvious that she was the customer because she had some very noticeable green hair that reflected off of the neon lights. She was the epitome of youth, and he'd seen her as a customer a few times before. He watched as Mashiro searched the anthills of people. She found him and rushed excitedly over to him. The only description given to her was that he had orange hair, but it seemed that was all she needed. He supervised as she closed in on him and surprised Ichigo from the back. He was tricked so easily, Grimmjow almost face palmed.
He watched as they chatted idly for a moment and then rushed to the dance floor, Ichigo as red as a strawberry the whole way. Grimmjow smiled slightly at the sight. "I should warn you, there was a shady character that appeared early on tonight. He has been watching people like he was searching for someone for quite some time. He's been alone at a table for hours," Zommari warned.
Grimmjow scanned the large room and soon spotted the lone man. He was sitting cross-legged and had his head resting on his hand, elbow on the table. His other hand rested on his other side, dangerously close to something large in his pocket. He wore a dulled, light-blue striped button up and black trousers with suspenders. His hair was dark brown and scraggly and his features well shaven. "I see what you mean. What do you think is in his pocket?" Grimmjow responded.
Zommari shrugged and both continued to survey. Grimmjow's focus increased as he saw the shady man's eyes widen and the man stood up. The shady man walked toward the dance floor, hand cupped around the top of whatever was in his pocket. Grimmjow stood and hurried to the stairs, hoping that it was not a real situation. Most situations were fine, but when they included a gun, they could interrupt the Hoe's work. He shot down the stairs and shoved his way through the crowd.
•••
Ichigo was incredibly surprised when he found his customer, Mashiro. She jumped up behind him and made him almost scream like a girl. He was not expecting that and, due to that particular incident, was blushing deeper than a cherry. They'd been talking for a short while now and he was beginning to get a feel for her.
"So why don't we go dance?" she said suddenly. Well, technically it wasn't sudden because everything she said made it seem like she was in a hurry, and it sounded like she was used to it that way.
"S-sure!" he stuttered, and she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd. She stopped at an open space on the dance floor and immediately put his hands on her waist and shoulder. She placed her hands perfectly on him and they slow danced to the not-so-slow song.
After a few minutes the song finally turned to a slow one, perfect to match their rusty movements. "Well, the reason why I do this is because I have a full time job, and I just don't have the time to get into an actual relationship, so make this like a date that ends up being better than we both thought it would end up being. I want it to seem special," she opened up and she blushed ever so slightly.
"Of course," he said reassuringly, glad that he didn't stutter, and tilted his head forward, leaning into her close. She followed his movements and the kissed, but an unexpected feeling went through his body. Their mouths were pressed close, but it felt unconnected void of any real feeling. Like kissing a rock or a frog. Their body's contorted slightly from the noticeable discomfort. His mind shouted to him that she was not meant to be his mate. He knew that this would only be one night, but his senses shouted at him, like usual, that what he was doing was the most absolute wrong.
They separated at the sound of a loud yell that shifted into a grunt within the crowds behind them. There were plenty of noises around them, but that one was not of people laughing or talking. He saw a slight flash of azure and he realized that he was being protected by his Brute. He turned to the customer and smiled in assurance of her safety. She smiled back at him gleefully as she hugged him close.
It was then that a shot rang out amongst the people. Mashiro's eyes went wide and she loosened her grip on him. "Wait, that was tonight?" she screeched in question, "Sorry, honey, but I'll have to take you up on that dream night tomorrow. Same time, OK?"
Ichigo nodded, unsure of what was happening. He heard the snap of bone and a scream began right as she moved from him and disappeared through the crowd in the direction of the back door. He was stunned in place. He thought, wait, what just happened?
•••
Grimmjow made it to the shady man halfway to his destination. The man had his eyes trained carefully on the green haired dancer. Grimmjow shoved his bulky body directly in the way the man was headed and glared at the man. They were incredibly close, the man could not escape the blue haired beast once he'd found his prey. The man looked down slightly to the blue haired man, his once confident eyes turning to one of uncertainty. "Why hello, I am Tsukishima. Now, if you would excuse me," he turned to go around the bluenette.
Grimmjow grabbed Tsukishima's shoulder as the man started to move. Instead of using words, Grimmjow flashed his fist and situated it in the middle of the other man's sly features. The man flew back, the surprise evident on the man's expression. A sick, quiet crack was heard and the man fell to the floor, yelling and then grunting as the ground hit his back.
The strobe light shined off unruly, blue locks and Grimmjow's shaded face neared the man on the floor. He grabbed the shady man's shirt by the collar and pulled him up. The struggling man thought, I brought this for a reason, and grabbed the object in his pocket. Grimmjow saw his attempt and grabbed the man's wrist. He grinned maliciously, close to the other man's face. The worried male, cocky and cunning still, breathed, "What kind of hair is that?"
Grimmjow, enraged, mistakenly let go of the man's wrist to punch him across the face. The other male, though in serious pain, gripped his pistol and slipped it out of his pocket. He faced it to the bluenette's head and shot.
Grimmjow saw the glint of the gun and noticed his mistake immediately. Thanks to luck, the man's. Vision and balance were off from the punch and the slug was planted harmlessly in the wall of the club. Grimmjow, now aware of the situation, threw Tsukishima to the floor and dove through the crowd.
Panting, Grimmjow arrived in the clearing of people with Ichigo. "Guy, gun, who's he after?" he panted. He looked around and noticed that Mashiro was out of the picture. "Oh, good." He scanned the crowd and amongst the confused and rambling people, and saw Tsukishima running out the front doors, getting out of there before the guards could realize that he was the one that shot the weapon.
Grimmjow looked to Ichigo, to see if he was in good condition, and observed the strawberry's mouth moving. He couldn't hear any of the words, though. His ears were muffled by a ringing from the previous discharge.
Ichigo grabbed his wrist and began leading him through the crowd. They both shoved past many of the stilled dancers. Grimmjow realized that he was being led by his Hoe, and decided to halt his movements. He released himself from Ichigo's weak grasp and rotated his arm so that he was now grabbing Ichigo's wrist, and pulled him in the direction of the bar, a handsome grin splitting his face.
He dragged Ichigo along until they reached the bar, where Grimmjow obliged on shoving Ichigo into the seat next to him before sitting down himself. "Two lemon drops," Grimmjow grumbled, interrupting another couple's order. Mabashi nodded in their direction and scribbled into his notebook.
Ichigo made a move to stand, but was stopped abruptly when a large hand was placed on his shoulder. He obeyed the hand and sat back down. "Chill, we can relax a bit Ichigo," Grimmjow rumbled, an uncontrollable shudder taking over Ichigo's body at the way his name rolled off the other man's tongue. Wait, what kind of reaction was that? Ichigo thought.
Mabashi returned with two drinks. There was iridescent yellow in delicate cocktail glasses with a thin, vermillion straw that was bent in a cute little loop. A small quarter of a lime was held securely at the opposite side of the straw, causing entropy in the sequence of sugar lining the rim. He lithely set down the drinks, and professionally turned to take care of other customers.
"I usually get the Aquarium, but you don't seem the type. These are good, too," Grimmjow stated bluntly as he turned to Ichigo.
"Th-thanks," Ichigo stuttered against Grimmjow's vicious aura. Ichigo hated when he stuttered and mentally slapped himself. Ichigo decided to try to start a conversation, "So, uh, what about March Madness?" and was shocked when he saw Grimmjow's expression shift onto a satisfied grin.
"I was betting on Kentucky," he said.
"Oh-well, I was voting on Kentucky State, our choices are pretty close, right?" Ichigo pretended to know what he was talking about. He opened his mouth to continue but was shocked when an abrupt, bellowing laughter blocked his words.
"There is no Kentucky State in March Madness!" Grimmjow said, mocking grin firmly in place.
"Oh! Uh-well I-" he stuttered until it became incoherent babbling and he blushed brightly. Grimmjow laughed again and they both smiled at each other.
•••
The time at the club went on so quickly that both men were surprised when the bar closed so soon. Ichigo invited Grimmjow over to his house because Grimmjow's was a very far distance for a drunken man to walk. Grimmjow grumbled in acceptance but worried when the man gave a lecherous grin. They walked the short distance to Ichigo's house, and rushed surreptitiously up the stairs. Everybody in the house was asleep except for them, but they were sluggish themselves, so they decided to go straight to bed s that Grimmjow was laying comfortably on the floor and Ichigo lay in his usual spot atop his bed.
Ichigo turned restlessly in his covers. He'd been there for only five minutes but was still disappointed. He thought he would've fallen asleep as he hit the pillow but sleep was evading him skillfully. He was still tired, but restlessness disagreed with his body.
Ichigo gasped quietly when he felt something lightly touch his shoulder. He soon found that it was not headed for his shoulder, but for the blanket around it as his shelter was thrown off him rudely. He looked over his shoulder at a very annoyed looking Grimmjow. "Can't sleep," he stated simply.
"Are you cold? Why can't you sleep?" Ichigo asked, disliking the coldness curling around him in wisps of frigid iciness. Grimmjow responded with a simple but deeply complicated grunt and shifted Ichigo onto his back with one powerful hand. Ichigo shivered as the new position brought on an entirely new abundance of cold to his sensitive skin. The chill dug into his body and grated against his senses.
Grimmjow dragged himself to his knees tiredly and stretched his body over Ichigo and stretching his thick neck to Ichigo's face. Ichigo's eyes widened as their faces neared and warmth from a deeply toned body slid into his pores and soothed his entire upper body and easily ceasing his shivering. Their chins smoothly slid across from each other. Ichigo went bright red as he realized the coming events.
Grimmjow pressed their lips together and turned his head to match Ichigo's. Grimmjow moaned, deep comfort and shocking arousal flowed throughout his body and seeped into every cell of his being. Ichigo accidentally slipped out a whimper and Grimmjow obliged in licking Ichigo's bottom lip, begging desperately for entrance. Ichigo was surprised when he felt a tongue gently slide along his bottom lip and parted his lips slightly in shock. Grimmjow took this chance and dove into his mouth. Ichigo copied Grimmjow and they gratefully mapped each other's mouths. Their tongues twisted gleefully together and caused Ichigo to whine when Grimmjow released himself from his lips and moved his lips downward to Ichigo's chin. He laved his tongue precisely over the porcelain skin. Ichigo shuddered when he felt the tongue accurately pinpointing every sensitive nerve, a myriad of electricity causing blood to pool at his groin.
Grimmjow lowered his tongue to the neck and began pecking delicate kisses down his chest. Ichigo felt each touch shock his nerves and pleasure reining over his common sense. The wet appendage continued its trail along a toned abdomen and an index finger plucked at his pajama pants.
Coldness was no longer a problem as warm hands thrust off his bottoms and lips began selecting the sensitive visceral areas. Ichigo's darkened eyes gazed toward the tongue circling the base of his member and for merely a second smooth, chocolate brown locked with astral, cobalt blue. But the link was undone when Grimmjow continued his work, sliding his tongue gracefully up the length and rotating around it sensually until the wet appendage reached the top and swirled his tongue around the tip. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around the length and sucked gently. Ichigo groaned as a new spasm of uncontrolled arousal swam through his veins.
Grimmjow's cultivation slipped as he released an uncontrollable moan that vibrated through to Ichigo. Ichigo gasped and grabbed Grimmjow's hair hopelessly, willing Grimmjow into action. He obliged easily and engulfed the length thankfully and began a strong, slow pace. Ichigo gripped tighter around cyan locks and the pace quickened and strengthened. Grimmjow quickly pulled down his jeans and began stroking himself and carried on pleasuring Ichigo. Soon Ichigo found that he couldn't tame himself, and grunted his only warning before releasing himself into the warm cave. His senses over flowed from the orgasmic release and intense excitement and forced him to let out a long, intimate groan. Grimmjow continued to suck him dry and finished off by swallowing the entire amount. Grimmjow completed his work on himself and hunched over to prepare for the waves of emotion that were sure to come.
They smiled deliriously as euphoria hit their systems. Massive waves of relief surged through their beings, but soon the euphoric orgasm shifted into a comforting silence and Ichigo barely had a few minutes until he was captured by a deep sleep and Grimmjow collapsed. They both didn't move a centimeter until morning.
•••
Slivers of dawn's light seeped in through the windows of Ichigo's room over piles of confused blankets. A small line of orange glow rested along a single lock of hair, enhancing it to glow an electric blue. Two men, undressed but fully covered due to the mess of sheets, lay in awkward positions around the floor and bed. Everything was silent other than the silent snoring emitting from the larger man.
Grimmjow awoke from a pillow to the face with a raging headache. He rolled over and his corded arm grasped the pillow tightly and threw it to the doorway where an unnoticed Yuzu stood.
"Ichi! Your friend hit your little sister with a pillow, and all she wanted to do was tell you breakfast was ready! Aren't you going to do something?" Yuzu nagged.
Ichigo turned his body so he lay on his back and planted his glassy eyes on Yuzu. "Mm, jus' wakin' up. What do you need Yuzu?"
Yuzu exhaled dramatically, "You need to come down to breakfast and your friend's a jerk." She hurried out the door to serve Karin, who was already awake.
"Wait...what friend?" Ichigo mumbled and looked down and amongst the mountains of screwed up sheets discovered a mildly disgruntled Grimmjow.
"Bastard, don't even remember me?" he grumbled and sat up. Ichigo began to remember the night's events and paled, then blushed. Grimmjow grinned, seemingly proud of his work. Ichigo groaned and reached for his bottoms, and Grimmjow stretched, that forced him into a feline-like yawn. After they were fully prepared, they both stood and went downstairs to the delicious smell of breakfast.
•••
Trees waved in the light wind and bright sunshine bathed the campus. Leaves glowed from the wash of sunlight and moist, patchy shade covered benches. The well-paved floor glowed a bright gray and potted plants smiled from the top of a large building. One side of the building shadowed basketball courts and the edge of a gleaming field. The bright side of the building gave out an intense chalky gray. The windows' glossy sheen reflected the sunlight to create stripes that played and mingled within the shadows of the trees. Within one of the windows on the higher part of the building held a shaded, crowded classroom.
"Alright class today we will introduce a new student. Please write your name on the board," Mrs. Ochi announced. The lone student at the front bowed to the classroom and turned to the board.
"Luppi Antenor," the petite student told the class respectfully. He turned to the class and moved to the back of the classroom. Luppi murmured, "1 on 30," and sat down silently.
Grimmjow turned his head over and noticed that Luppi was directly behind him, staring at him intently. He turned back and sighed, anoher nutjob, he thought.
•••
A large group accumulated after school. The group of usual friends was already large but with three newcomers seemed all the more massive. Along with the regular group, Grimmjow, Renji, and Luppi followed. Grimmjow and Renji joined the group because Grimmjow didn't bring his car, due to his arrival being a walk to school from Ichigo's house. Luppi's reasoning was unsaid and unnerved the others. They chatted nonchalantly, the area, even with the large group, becoming edgy around Luppi.
The group soon dispersed into smaller groups of one or two people headed home, with the exception of one group of four. Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow, and Luppi walked in an awkward silence. "See ya Renji," Ichigo broke the silence and Renji waved his goodbye and continued to his house. Grimmjow was next to Ichigo, Luppi in tow, before they heard a noise. A rustling was taking over a bush to their right. Ichigo and Grimmjow turned their heads and stopped as a tall man rose out of the bush.
"Nnoitra? What are you doing here?" Grimmjow asked, tilting his head slightly. Nnoitra dragged his sluggish body across the lawn and stepped onto the harshly lit sidewalk. His eyes were foggy, almost glassy, as he continued his slow decent across the sidewalk. "What're you doing? You can walk home with us if you want," Grimmjow said. He noticed something was wrong easily and grabbed Nnoitra's shoulder. Nnoitra's body sloped deeply at the grasp and slid, zombie-like, from his grip. "Nnoitra!" he raised his voice, anger flaring.
It was then that he felt something hit his leg. It was something small, almost like a stick. He twisted his neck to the interference and saw Luppi's leg stuck to his leg in an askew position. Luppi's face showed shock and a slight wince appearing on the petite man's features. He watched Luppi move into a fighting position, a very weak one at that. Grimmjow squared up, readily able to fight now that his anger had peaked. Luppi dove in for a punch and a proud Grimmjow allowed the attack to pass through his defenses. He knew what was going to happen, and he was going to humiliate the petite man for it. Luppi's hit landed on the side of a steely abdomen. Luppi winced and curved his neck to see Grimmjow's mocking grin. Grimmjow brought his elbow down onto Luppi's head and the petite man crumpled to the floor beneath the tall beast.
"Well, I was never good at this kind of combat, why don't we go to the park at 8:30 and settle this, then?" Luppi spoke, and Grimmjow only had the time to grunt in confusion before the little man turned around and ran off down the opposite side of the street. Grimmjow and Ichigo looked at each other questionably before Ichigo snapped back to reality, grabbed Grimmjow's ear, and reprimanded him until they separated at his house.
•••
Silver light tinted the sidewalk and blinked reflections off wind brushed masses of leaves. A dark shadow hid underneath the luminescent source of illumination from the waxing gibbous. Grass rolled and slid along one another with the gentle, clean air slipping between and around them; crystal clear slits of silver wobbling about on each strand. An illuminated gate enclosed a very spacious, wavy expanse of grass spotted with trees and bushes. A lone boy stood out among the foliage, impatience plastered on his features. He rested on a tree, foot tapping unseen as it was hidden under vegetation.
Grimmjow didn't know exactly what was being settled, but he knew that Luppi had wanted to fight, and he liked a good fight. As long as he could beat someone up without getting in trouble (because he had a witness to prove that Luppi had challenged him instead of the other way around), he was perfectly fine with fighting for no reason.
Grimmjow arrived at the park about seven minutes late. He knew Luppi would wait, even if he'd been an hour late. He stalked up to a tree with a misplaced white splotch interfering with the beauty of the park.
Luppi exhaled incredulously and began his ascent to the large man atop a hill. Soon they neared each other and halted, facing each other. The hill positioned Grimmjow above Luppi, exactly where he liked and planned to be.
"Alright, we should start soon. Jus' give me a little bit ta get ready," Luppi said and grinned mischievously. Luppi stood his ground and stretched his neck up toward the sky. Silver illumination painted his face and reflected gleefully from his smile. Grimmjow could only watch, stunned as he watched the next event unfold. Luppi inhaled and puffed up his chest pridefully and let loose a loud, ominous howl, leaving Grimmjow to watch in puzzlement as the petite man's body began to shift.
Hope you like it! And by the way I do take constructive criticism and etc. Next one should come out much sooner. :)