Passion In His Eyes
Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki was 20 years old, just an ordinary university student. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was 28 years old, a young professor, teaching at Ichigo' class. Ichigo always came late on Grimmjow's class. Why?
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.
Warning: AU, OOC, GrimmjowXIchigo, Un-BETA-ed.
Chapter 2
Saturday. Ichigo had to work. Ichigo had been taking a short nap before he worked. He had arrived at Soul Society Club at 07.28 PM. He changed his clothes at the toilet and put some gels on his hair. When he was ready, he began to work.
Usually, the guests of the club were gay. Yeah, this was a gay striptease club, so straight men wouldn't come here. That was why Ichigo didn't want his sensei to come here. And he wouldn't come here, because Ichigo didn't tell the club's name to his sensei.
But, you know what? Grimmjow Jeagerjaques wasn't an ordinary young professor. He was rich and full of connections. The curious Grimmjow, who was starting to take an interest in Ichigo, was using his connection to find out where Ichigo worked at.
It was easy. Ulquiorra Cifer, his old friend, owned several gay striptease clubs at the town. One of them was Soul Society. Grimmjow just asked for employee's data, and... Voila! He got it. He saw Ichigo's data at Soul Society's worker list.
Here we were. Grimmjow wore a plain black long sleeve shirt with black pants. He unbuttoned the first two button of his shirt. Just a simple outfit, but Grimmjow sent down sexy pheromones. His blue hair stood out. Grimmjow was blessed with his tall figure and muscular body. Everyman would kill to have a body like him.
10.17 PM. Grimmjow reached Soul Society Club by driving his black BMW. His friend, Ulquiorra had been waiting to greet him right outside the club.
"I never thought you would come here again after that incident." Ulquiorra said that as he put his hand on Grimmjow's shoulder.
"It had been a long time, I almost forgot that incident. By the way, it wasn't my fault, it was 'his' fault."
"Yeah, whatever, it doesn't change the fact that you made a man cried."
"And he made me traumatic, he was so damn demanding. I never find a pushy guy like him before. I didn't want him so I said that I had a lover and you know what? He slapped me. I didn't do anything and he slapped me. Damn. Just remembering it makes me want to punch someone."
"And luckily, he never comes here again. Congratulation, you make me lost one visitor!" Ulquiorra laughed.
"Just lost one visitor won't make you broke. Hey, why don't you invite me to come in?"
"Why? Impatient, aren't we? Calm down, you will see 'him' soon. He is a good kid. If I had known that he is your student, I would have told you. Geez, poor kid, to have you as his teacher. If I didn't have a lover, maybe I would try to make him as my lover."
"Don't. He is my prey." Grimmjow glared at him.
"Relax, he is yours, not mine. I admit you defeat me." Ulquiorra giggled.
They got inside of the club. Grimmjow missed this atmosphere. The crowd. The smell of cigarettes. Damn, he had stopped smoking. Blame the university to prohibit him smoking.
There was 'him', standing up there, taking orders for customers. The new Ichigo Kurosaki that Grimmjow had never seen. Ichigo wore a tight-fitting white shirt, the buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest. At the hem of his shirt, he made a tied knot. His white shirt was so damn see-through transparent so that Grimmjow could see his pink nipples that begging to be sucked. One important thing you should know about Grimmjow was he had nipples fetish. And pink caramel nipples like Ichigo's could turn him on. Ichigo also wore tight-fitting black jeans that hung lowly on his hips. The jeans hugged his body shape not in a good way. The jeans showed the curve of Ichigo's ass. Grimmjow could see everybody's eyes stared at his prey. Their mouth was drooling and their eyes were fucking Ichigo. Who ever thought that Ichigo could be so sexy when he was working?
Usually, Ichigo just wore plain T-shirt and old jeans. Usually, Ichigo didn't look so damn attractive. Well, usually, this kid was handsome, but never looked 'wild' like this.
Ichigo took back the menu from the customers. The way he lifted his hand made the shirt pulled up. Everybody could see Ichigo's navel and his oh-so-slim belly that begging to be touched. Every part of Ichigo was so damn sensual and his hair... Ichigo managed to style his hair in messy-but-cool way. His orange hair really stood out in the crowd. Making everyone wanted to stroke his soft hair.
So, why did Ichigo wear that outfit? Because it was his uniform. Every waiter in this club wore the same outfit. But only Ichigo stood out. Everyone could see that.
Bad for Ichigo, he didn't realize that he attracted many 'attentions' from the customers.
Ichigo, you were really in danger tonight.
Grimmjow sat down on the farthest seat from the stage. Grimmjow didn't come here for enjoying the striptease show. He came here for seeing his prey, Ichigo Kurosaki.
Ulquiorra sat beside Grimmjow. "Do you like what you see? Many people come here just to see him. When he was asking for a job, I thought that he wanted to work as a stripper, but hell, no, he wanted to work as a waiter. I couldn't resist his request."
"He is sexier than the stripper although he wears more layer of clothes than the stripper." Grimmjow couldn't take his eyes of his student.
"Stop staring, old man, he is your student! Don't you feel guilty for eye-fucking him?" Ulquiorra asked playfully.
"I am not old, and guess what? I don't feel guilty at all." Grimmjow answered with the same manner like Ulquiorra's.
"How about ordering wine for us? Celebrating our meeting, and of course, enjoying the show." Ulquiorra called someone to take their orders. He called for Ichigo Kurosaki.
Ichigo Kurosaki came with smile on his face, he hadn't seen Grimmjow. Actually, he hadn't recognized that the person who sat beside his boss was his professor.
"Good evening, Sir. Can I help you?" Ichigo asked.
"Yeah, we need two glasses of wine." Grimmjow smirked.
"Sen... Sensei...?" Ichigo was surprised.
Ulquiorra put his hand on Ichigo's shoulder, "Take our order now, Kurosaki." Ulquiorra said with his bossy tone.
"... Alright, Sir. Just wait a minute." Ichigo walked away.
He came back with their order. Ichigo put the wine on the table.
Ulquiorra began to speak, "Kurosaki, let me introduce you to my 'best friend'. Kurosaki, this is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Grimmjow, this is Ichigo Kurosaki." Ulquiorra refrained himself from laughing.
Grimmjow grinned, "Nice to meet you, Kurosaki."
"Sensei! What are you doing here? Why do you know where I work at?" Ichigo were in confusion.
"That's not important, Kurosaki." Grimmjow smiled brightly.
Grimmjow stood up. "Who have ever thought that a bright student like Kurosaki could dress," Grimmjow leaned his body, facing Ichigo, both of his hands on Ichigo's waist, "... so sexy like this?" Grimmjow started to move his hands from Ichigo's waist to Ichigo's back, almost dangerously touching his ass. Grimmjow didn't act as his professor anymore, he acted like a pervert. Grimmjow was closing the distance between him and Ichigo. Ichigo was pressed against his chest.
"A-ah, Sensei, stop..." Ichigo was trying his hardest to release himself from Grimmjow's grip. "Please, don't joke with me anymore... I have to work!" Ichigo was pushing Grimmjow's chest by using his hands. Unluckily for Ichigo, Grimmjow was strong. And Grimmjow was in flirting mode on, so no one could escape from him. Grimmjow made his moves. He grabbed Ichigo's ass with both of his hands, squeezed it hardly. He could feel Ichigo shivered at the touch of his hands.
"Hey, Grimm, let him go. He needs to work. Don't tease my worker." Ulquiorra was afraid that Grimmjow would lose control. If he lost control, no one could stop him.
Grimmjow had not released his hold from Ichigo. "Hm... A-ah, please, stop, Sensei..." Ichigo didn't sound convincing enough. Ichigo's pushes didn't work, and his legs were getting weak because of the sensation. Grimmjow's hands felt so good on his ass. Grimmjow was the first person touching him like that. Even Ichigo had never touched himself in 'that' way. "You said 'stop' but I could hear your sweet moans, asking to be touched."
Grimmjow was getting wild, that was Ulquiorra's thought. He just shook his head. He could do nothing to stop Grimmjow. Ulquiorra enjoyed his wine, he sipped it slowly.
Actually, Grimmjow still had his control. He tried his best to restrain his urge to slip his fingers into Ichigo's tight jeans. He restrained himself to grind his cock on Ichigo's. Actually, he really tried his best to control himself. "I'll let you go, but promise me, you have to come to my apartment, after you've finished your work." Grimmjow gave a tentative lick at Ichigo's ear, and then, pulled Ichigo's ear gently with his teeth.
"A-ah... N-nnn, okay, Sensei, I promise! Now, let me go!" Grimmjow released Ichigo from his grip. Ichigo felt a little cold from the sudden lost body contact. Ichigo was still panting.
Grimmjow sat down again on the seat, took a single sip of his wine. Ichigo rushed to walk away from the table. Ready to back to work. Ichigo didn't want his professor to distract him from doing his work.
"So, a little bit eager, aren't we?" Ulquiorra smiled. He put his elbows on the table, and his head rested on his folded hands. Ulquiorra's body was facing Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow, do you realize that what you've done is sexual harassment? If I lost him as my worker, I would kill you." Ulquiorra said, still with his playful tone.
Grimmjow ignored him. "Could you do something about the working hours?" Grimmjow asked.
"Well, let's see. What do you want?" Ulquiorra answered Grimmjow's question with his question.
"Make him leave earlier, he always comes late on my class, with dark circles under his eyes. He lacked of sleep."
"Actually, it's not my business." Ulquiorra grinned.
"Okay, let's have a deal. He works at 08.00 PM until 12.00 AM, and..." Grimmjow was thinking for a moment. He whispered to Ulquiorra, "You'll get my car which parked outside your club." He pointed out the door.
Ulquiorra thought for a moment. "What a nice way to make a deal, Grimm. However, I am not that greedy. I'll grant your wish without taking your lovely car." Ulquiorra smirked. "In the other hand... I want you to make my lovely stepsister, Orihime Inoue, passed your exam on your class. She is kinda having a problem in your class. We have a deal?"
"Inoue is your sister? What a crazy life. Yeah, yeah, we have a deal."
Ulquiorra lifted his crystal glass to the air, "Toast?"
Grimmjow clinked his wine glass to Ulquiorra's, "Toast."
They sipped their wine and enjoyed the show. Ulquiorra was enjoying the sight of Uryuu Ishida stripping in front of the customers. Uryuu was one of the best strippers in the club.
"Ulqui, don't forget to let Ichigo come home at 12.00 AM. From today onwards." Grimmjow reminded Ulquiorra to let Ichigo went home early.
"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise." Ulquiorra said.
Grimmjow's eyes followed Ichigo's movement. Ichigo was still busy taking orders from the customers. Many customers called him because of his beauty. Damn.
12.06 AM. Ulquiorra called Ichigo, "Kurosaki, come here."
Grimmjow could see the uneasiness in Ichigo's eyes. Ichigo looked upset like a little kitten right now. A cute little kitten.
"Yes, boss?" Ichigo asked.
"You could go home." Ulquiorra answered.
"But, it's only 12.07 PM right now, I haven't finished my job." Ichigo was confused.
"I cut your working hours, and don't ask me why. Don't worry, I don't cut your salary." Ulquiorra said.
Ichigo didn't bother to ask why. He was very happy and didn't want to ruin this lucky chance. He smiled brightly, "Thank you, boss!" He bowed deeply.
"You should thank Grimmjow, Kurosaki."
Grimmjow smirked, he stood up from his seat. "So, are you ready to come to my apartment?"
Ichigo stood quietly. He dropped his smile.
"... Just wait a minute, Sensei. I need to take my bag."
"I'll wait outside."
Grimmjow said goodbye to Ulquiorra and got outside, waiting for Ichigo to come up.
Ichigo got outside the club with his bag. He had changed his clothes. He wore a black V-neck T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He looked stunning.
Grimmjow opened the door of his car. "Get inside, Kurosaki."
Ichigo got inside the car. He sat quietly beside the driver's seat. And then, Grimmjow began to drive.
In Ichigo's opinion, this situation was awkward. Unfortunately, Grimmjow wasn't aware of this situation. He drove fast but still within reasonable limits.
They arrived at Grimmjow's apartment.
And here we were. Ichigo was inside Grimmjow's apartment, sitting on the couch uncomfortably. Why? Because he was nervous.
"Sensei, may I ask something?" Ichigo dared himself to ask.
"Sure, kid." Grimmjow sat down beside him.
"Why do you know where I work at? Why my boss told me to thank you? And, why do you bring me to your apartment?"
Silly questions. "It's easy. I saw your data in Ulquiorra's worker list. And I ask him to cut your working hours. You are just a student, you need to rest properly. I don't want you to come late again." Because Grimmjow didn't want to miss the chance to see his face on his class.
Grimmjow continued, "And why do I bring you here? Well, I thought it was obvious..." He grinned.
"Obvious? I don't understand, Sensei..."
"Because you are my prey..." Grimmjow opened his card.
"Prey? What do you mean?" Ichigo was getting more confused. Was his sensei drunk?
Luckily for Grimmjow, he wasn't drunk, he was a man who could hold his liquor very well. Grimmjow approached Ichigo by pulling Ichigo into his lap. Ichigo was forced to face Grimmjow face to face. He blushed. "Sen-sensei? Wha-what are you doing? Let me go!" Ichigo struggled to get loose from Grimmjow's grip. Grimmjow held his waist with both of his hands, firmly, hugging them to the point that it was impossible to release himself, placing his head on Ichigo's belly.
Grimmjow's hands wandered to everywhere. From his waist to his hips. From his hips to... His round ass...
Grimmjow parted and widened Ichigo's round ass with his hands. Squeezing it hard.
"Ah! Stop it, Sensei! Why do you keep touching me in abnormal way?" Ichigo was getting furious, but he still couldn't release himself from Grimmjow's hands. Ichigo's hands kept pushing Grimmjow's chest.
"Abnormal? Then, why are you feeling 'good'?" He proved his words by directing his hard cock to Ichigo's ass. Then, he pressed Ichigo's ass down to meet his hard cock. Damn, although they were still with clothes on, Grimmjow's cock twitched from the feeling of Ichigo's tight hole begging him to fuck him.
Ichigo could felt his sensei's hard cock even through the clothing. "Ah-ah... Stop it. Sensei, you shouldn't do this. This is sexual harassment!" Ichigo looked away from Grimmjow's eyes.
"I think we should call it as flirting, not sexual harassment, because we know we both enjoy it." Grimmjow smirked.
"... I need to go home, Sensei... Please, stop touching me in weird places..."
"Shouldn't you thank me for cutting your working hours? Then, keep me company." Grimmjow squashed Ichigo's ass harder.
"No, Sensei... Please, let me go!" Ichigo pushed Grimmjow half-heartedly. He admitted that it felt good to be touched. But, he was feeling upset too. He never thought that his sensei would touch him in 'that' way.
Then, Ichigo braved himself to ask, "Sensei, are you gay? And, are you drunk? Please, stop joking with me! You shouldn't tease your student like this..." Ichigo had never seen his sensei so uncontrollable like this. The usual Professor Grimmjow Jeagerjaques that he knew was a mature and serious person, not a pervert like this.
"I will answer your question, but you have to answer my question first."
"Wha-what?" Ichigo stuttered.
"Are you virgin?" Grimmjow grinned.
His face reddened in an instant.
Grimmjow had known his answer.
As we could see, Ichigo was a virgin. He never touched himself so he was sensitive to sensual touching. Grimmjow had put his hands all over Ichigo, making Ichigo shivered.
"Sensei!" Ichigo yelled, became angry, still with his flushed face.
"I'll take it as a 'yes'. And, am I gay? Well, yes, I am gay. Am I drunk? No, I am not drunk." He smirked.
Grimmjow lifted Ichigo's body and turned him around, making Ichigo's back glued to his chest. Grimmjow was making Ichigo sat on his lap. Grimmjow held Ichigo by putting his arms on Ichigo's stomach. Grimmjow was getting comfortable with this situation while Ichigo was getting worse. Ichigo was being puzzled by many questions. What should he do? Why was his sensei doing this? And how to get out from this uncomfortable situation. Because, seriously, he had no idea of what his sensei wanted to do.
Honestly, Grimmjow's intention before he went to the club was only teasing his student. But, seeing his student in hot clothes at the club before was making him lost control. Plus, enjoying the sight of his student in vulnerable position and couldn't help himself to fight... Grimmjow could say goodbye to his sanity.
Grimmjow nuzzled against Ichigo's nape, inhaling his sweet scent. Ichigo smelled like fresh strawberry. He licked the nape, tasting Ichigo's skin. He tasted like fresh strawberry too. Damn, why was the kid so naive? Grimmjow felt like taking advantages from the kid.
Ichigo was trembling. He never felt so good before. "Ah, nnn... Sensei, stop! I haven't taken any shower since this morning. Don't lick me!" Ichigo was really in denial. He kept saying 'stop' but he didn't want this feeling to be stopped.
Grimmjow had an idea.
"Take a shower then. The bathroom is over there."
To be continued.
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