Title- Fair Game.
Summary- COLLAB WITH SLEEP-SILENT! Collage life is never just about the grades. Grimmjow frequently finds something else on his mind, or someone else. But Ichigo's already taken? Pfft- since when has a little competition stopped him? DISCONTINUED.
A/N- This is the last of what i've collaborated with sleep-silent on. We both had a great time writing it together and sharing ideas, its a pity that it's dwindled off... The possibility that we'll pick it up again is still there but it exists in the distant future. The reason this is discontinued for the moment is that we have no time to write it. Sorry everyone. :( Im trying my best to finish my other stories for you all, and we've spent a great deal of time on this as well, so please enjoy it and tell us what you think, your voices reach us... and SLEEP-SILENT I WANT YOU TO COME BACK TO ME I MISS YOU.
Today's the day, the day people are sworn into the house.
Initiation, pledging, inauguration, whatever you want to call it.
Let's face it though, they're all pretty words for hazing. I.e. getting shitfaced and partying till you drop.
Yep, a frat house—fraternity if you will. A member-only Greek system club, once sworn in you are a brother of the household. You have to do shit like community service and depend on one another. It's basically a way of coming together with people who share the same interests as you, and do good deeds for the community. I'm sure we'll make a great team of conscientious youth, picking up rubbish and scrubbing off graffiti in our spare time. What a blast!
Just kidding.
Okay, well not really but, that's what the intentions are. Who came up with the idiotic idea of sticking a bunch of young, rowdy men in a house together, with limited supervision, and expect them not to go fucking wild?
I'm pledging to join a fucking circus, not some damn brotherhood. Just looking at the people around me I can tell nobody plans on doing 'good for the community'.
So let's get everything straight beforehand; a fraternity house is just an excuse for college guys to get drunk and do stupid shit.
As for me…
I'm fucking stoked about it. I mean, who doesn't want to get wasted and pull pranks?
"Alright pansies, shut the hell up now." Some bald guy was trying to project his voice over the already tipsy crowd. I laughed and leaned back, beer in hand. I watched as he got flustered and gave up, plopping on his ass and chugging his beer. Soon enough, he went back to chatting with another man, someone very… ladylike.
Knowing that the chatter wasn't going to die down anytime soon, I got up and fetched another beer. I popped the cap and chugged down a third of the bottle easily; when my gaze lowered back down with the bottle, my eyes found Ichigo's figure bounding down the stairs. Of course, that entailed Shiro as well, following closely behind.
I grunted under my breath and drank as much beer as I could. No way was I going to let Ichigo be the one to fog my mind. There was a party to enjoy, stupid games to be played.
"Hey, it's Ichigo!"
Oh, so he already had other friends? Interesting.
"Shinji, hi." He greeted, staggering away from Shiro in a haste.
It was like he wanted to get away from the clingy albino. I wondered why. It didn't matter though; I'd decided I wasn't going to think about any of that crap tonight.
I did however, wonder why Ichigo was popular among these people; he was already onto a third hello, some macho guy with flaming red hair, a big grin and some pretty abstract tats.
I followed in Kurosaki's wake, tapping the shoulder of the first guy who'd greeted him. Impish honey eyes slanted elegantly, a short, blonde bob framing a thin face and even thinner build.
"Have we met before?" He asked, scanning me from head to toe.
I frowned and ignored him. "Do you know that guy?" I asked, jerking my head towards Ichigo's whereabouts.
"I'm Shinji," he introduced, smiling. "And you are…?"
I rolled my eyes. This guy was irritating me already. "Grimmjow. Look, I just want to know if-"
"What, do you have him in your crosshairs? 'Che, good luck."
His honey eyes had quickly bittered; looking into blasé coffee eyes i thought about what I was going to say next. Although it didn't seem to matter, Shinji had stalked off toward the beer cooler. I followed him anyway.
Just as he grabbed a beer and picked the top off I tapped his shoulder again. He grunted.
"Why don't you try to find someone who isn't taken? There's plenty here." He winked suggestively and I shuddered at the thought.
"I just want to know about his boyfriend."
"Yeah? Why?"
Why indeed. Obviously I wasn't going to spill my guts to some weirdo I just met. However, If I wasn't going to tell him Shiro hit on me, then what 'was' I going to tell him?
Not knowing what to say, I stayed silent. Shinji lifted an eyebrow, took a sip of his beer then burst out laughing. I frowned, equally confused and pissed at the reaction. He drew a few people's attention so I told him to shut the hell up.
Wiping a tear, he finally looked up at me. "He hit on you too, huh?"
I glanced up: people were starting to sit back down. I grew a bit antsy, wiping my palms on my sides as I avoided his knowing gaze, snarling at a head of long white hair across the room.
What was the use hiding it? It wasn't like my pride would receive any significant blow. "Yeah." I sighed.
Some anonymous figure grabbed my shoulder firmly from behind, swinging me around until I was face to face with the redhead, being stared down by his oddly tattooed eyebrows and dark, searching gaze. He flashed a wide grin and dimmed his eyes; crimson sprinkled his face from the liquor—he reeked of it too.
"Welcome to the club." His grin lit his whole face as his cheeks flushed further. Then he carried on an instant later, waltzing toward the settling crowd.
"An interesting group we have this year." Gin Ichimaru intoned. He pretty much called the shots around the house; considering he's been part of the fraternity the longest. He's fucking creepy though; a little intimidating.
"It'll be fun." He chimed. A shudder rippled up my spine; I swear he looked right at me.
"Why are we all in a fucking circle?" Someone exclaimed, Shuuhei Hisagi I think was his name.
Gin lowered his gaze to meet Shuuhei's. Icy blue eyes that were somewhat hidden behind silky silver hair, he was charming, creepy and slick altogether. With the way he talked, his voice slithered into your ears as his eyes froze your gaze and sent a shiver up your spine. I'd experienced it once this evening, and I'm pretty sure Shuuhei is right now.
"I want to play a little game," Gin explained, standing over everyone.
The entirety of the party was assembled in a sloppy circle, all the guys sitting criss-cross and drinking beer. It was kind of a funny image.
There weren't very many people living in this frat house—if you consider the movies' interpretation of it. There were ten in all, and they all looked like a bunch of homos.
I'd somehow ended up wedged between Kurosaki and a guy named Starrk. I think that was his name; I'd heard Gin call him that. Steel-gray eyes, straggly brown hair, dark stubble and a neat little goatee provided him an air of mature masculinity, much different from any other in the room. He didn't appear to know anyone, keeping to himself and sporting a pretty hefty frown. He was probably scaring people off. But who knows, maybe he wanted to? Not sure why he's here if that's the case though.
Starrk leaned back on his palms, a half empty beer adjacent to him. He watched Gin unenthusiastically with pessimistic, droopy grey eyes. I think he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep; and again, I didn't understand why he even joined the party if that was the case.
"The game is called Suck and Blow." Gin explained. Half of the guys laughed and others smiled, looking up to Gin intrigued. I too, looked up at him, curious as to what I would be sucking and blowing.
Gin flicked a red playing card from his pocket, holding it between his forefinger and middle finger.
"It's simple. You just take the card like this…"
He proceeded to suck in his breath against the card, making it stick to his thin lips. As his breath ran short, the card fell. He smiled and resumed holding the card between his dainty fingers.
"Pass the card with your lips. Drop the card and well, you know the rest…" He teased, sparking up giddy conversation amongst the group. "With that said, here." Gin said, sitting down between two of the ten people.
Instead of initiating the game with his own mouth, he simply handed it to the person on his left; I had yet to even notice this person existed, he was so docile and quiet. His eyes were big and gentle, his hair was short and dark, and he himself was fairly short. He stuttered and seldom exchanged eye contact. A fraternity house probably wasn't the place for him; whatever, if nothing else he's good for sober duty.
Quickly, his face reddened, he froze in place with his eyes gawking at the card in hand.
"Come on Hanataro what're you waiting for?" Ikkaku Madarame—the bald guy—demanded. He was sitting to Hanataro's left and being oh so patient.
Timidly and seemingly reluctantly, Hanataro sucked the card against his lips and leaned towards the hot-headed Ikkaku. The kid was obviously freaking out, face flushed and breath faltering as he hollowed his cheeks, clutching his eyes shut as he attempted to pass the card. We all waited for it to fall. Any second now.
Ikkaku sighed and snatched the card from Hanataro's lips with his hand and quickly stuck it to his own lips. His chest was quickly puffing up from the intake of air, he struggled to pass it to his left before someone complained about him cheating.
The game was off to a better start as the next pair leaned in and the card was exchanged. Ikkaku shared a sheathed kiss with the guy he had been talking to: Yumichika I think was what I heard people calling him.
The guy was cute, but I got the impression he'd wanted to be born a girl instead; he certainly wasn't lacking many womanly features. Even charms. He had 'pretty' shiny hair that was cleanly cut along the bottom, barely hanging above his shoulders. I noticed him gently looping strands behind his ear when he was trying to charm other dudes. I'd give him an A for effort.
Yumichika had girly hands and smooth, porcelain skin. Give him tits and he'd be walking into the ladies room without a hitch.
After everybody had a good laugh from small- man syndrome guy and man-woman's almost-kiss the crowd died down a bit and resumed watching as Yumichika attempted to pass the playing card to the burly red-haired guy who'd exchanged a whopping four words with me earlier.
It was another success, people awed sarcastically as Yumichika and the other guy looked into each other's eyes, the card being the only barrier between their lips. Yumichika smiled widely as he sat back, proud of his accomplishment.
"Don't get nervous on me now, Renji." Shinji put a flirtatious smile on his own face as he teased the other man, halting for a second before he leaned in to swipe the card from Renji's lips. He certainly angered the guy with his slow motions, and Renji's face grew redder, and redder with the effort of holding it there. But before the blonde could latch onto the card, it dropped and Shinji gladly kissed the reluctant redhead.
Immediately, Renji was covered in humiliation, his complexion began to merge with his hair colour; he tried to brush it off under the onslaught of cruel laughter, but ended up gagging, coughing, and desperately rubbing the trace of man-lips from his mouth. His efforts only amused his audience more.
The passing continued, Shinji leaning towards Shuuhei this time. It was a bust, the blonde quickly engaged in a kiss with a drunk Shuuhei. I had a feeling Shuuhei wouldn't be so easy to comply if he were sober. He laughed it off and passed it to Shiro.
The card was getting closer to me. Being last I was a bit grossed out, the others had already had their dirty mouths all over it. I was at the shit end of the stick- Starrk right with me.
Anyway, I kept my eyes glued on Shirosaki. I was curious to see if he was going to do anything suspicious. Shuuhei was attractive, and well, he wasn't Ichigo. So I guess anything could happen. His sharp, golden eyes had avoided mine all night, but he looked at me briefly now; a passing glance with a big smirk. My glare grew hotter as his gloating eyes teased me, and his smirk split into a grin.
Despite my hawk eyes being absorbed by Shiro's damn mouth, I noticed a fidgety Ichigo.
It seemed he didn't want to have his 'beloved' kissing another man—understandable, but he acted nervous. Like it was actually going to happen. 'Shiro's a bit different'- pfft, yeah whatever.
Shiro looked as though he flinched, I suppose you can thank Ichigo's tightening grip on his arm for that. Although to Ichigo's relief, he sucked the card against his mouth without dropping it. What a little kid Ichigo is; can't even play a game without getting his panties in a wad.
It wasn't long after that Shiro 'accidentally' dropped the card on his way over to Ichigo's lips.
He smiled hungrily and claimed Ichigo with no hesitation: studded mouth moulding passionately with Ichigo's sweet, pink lips. Ichigo obliged, cheeks and ears heating up.
I looked away before more anger seeped its way into me.
Everybody around me was gawking at the brazen display; Yumichika with his girly hands over his mouth and Shinji smiling from ear to ear. Everybody else was about to boil over, whether from laughter or something else. I however, was pretty positive that I was the only person averting my eyes.
"Yo…" Ichigo mumbled, tapping my shoulder, card ready to be passed to me. He looked at me with a bit of hostility, a lone orange brow rising. In turn, I glared into his dark, frustrated eyes, still finding I was attracted to him in times of anger and bitterness.
Man, what was wrong with me?
I don't even know him, but his whole fucking being charms me. And on top it off, he doesn't even look at me like that: the way he looks at that bastard… That only pissed me off more.
I fought through his gaze and shot a sarcastic smile at him, trying to provoke more anger from him, I suppose. I liked getting a rise out of him. Any rise. Even the rise of heat and fire in his eyes and cheeks.
Then he stuck the card to his lips, sucking in, his chest growing and a whoosh sounding off against the card. I could feel Shiro's burning golden eyes on me; trying to melt me before I could touch his little boy-toy.
I thought about doing what Shinji did, dragging it out so that he would drop the card and kiss me.
Fuck though, I was better than that. I didn't need a cheap trick to get a kiss from Ichigo.
It turned out I needn't go to the trouble anyway.
Ichigo wasn't very good at this game.
Time slowed down, as it usually does when something dramatic is about to happen.
Grimmjow was leaning in, and so was i.
It was too late to pull back.
My eyes widened as I felt my breath run short a millisecond too early. My lungs were full; Grimmjow read it in my face just as we were about to make contact.
I thought about our lips touching: the humiliation that would follow, Shiro's reaction…
I'd gotten too worked up earlier; forgot to steady my breathing. Or maybe I just sucked at this game. Or didn't 'suck' enough…
Whatever the reason I was about to kiss Grimmjow and time was going really slowly.
My mind was dragging it out. I didn't want to kiss Grimmjow. Did i? it would be so humiliating…
So why was I so excited? Why was my face burning and my heart racing?
The card slipped from my lips, and I closed my eyes. Grimmjow didn't touch my lips. Nothing happened.
I opened them again to find that he somehow had the card in his mouth.
In his mouth, not against it. He'd somehow caught it in his teeth.
How was that possible?-!
His grin stretched wide around the card as his electric eyes flashed at me, before the game moved on.
I didn't pay much attention to the rest, too focused on ignoring Shiro's hand moving up and down my inner thigh.
He got higher and higher, but I wouldn't make a peep of protest or fidget. I wouldn't give him what he wanted. I focused all my attention on the drinks that he brought me instead, downing one after the other in unmeasured succession.
This was the first time I'd drunk all holidays. But that was okay, right? There was cause for celebration; I was starting college! Shiro and i would finally be together again.
Shiro had started college last year; that was how I'd made it into the fraternity. He'd been away all holidays with some of his college buddies. Last night had been the first sex I'd had in ages.
With that I could justify my unacceptable weakness. We had both been deprived, craving, insane with lust. Restraint was impossible, especially considering how I'd restrained myself so well last year… without him, I'd been forced to get a bit creative.
But that was all in the past now; what mattered was that we were together again.
So as I chugged another beer, we found ourselves making out heatedly behind a pot plant, his hands all over my body and mine all over his.
I'd missed him so damned much…
Yet the party called, and his abundance of friends kept breaking our celebration short. He fed me more alcohol as compensation, until I couldn't even walk straight anymore. My brain was so muddled, everything was a blur, and I barely registered any words spoken to me.
"There's a nice selection of fresh meat this year." Gin commented. It was late into the night, probably early morning. We were outside in the cool breeze now, watching Renji and some other guys run around the lawn naked and screaming obscenities.
There'd been games galore; more drinking games than I even knew existed. Gin was like a dictionary of party games, I swear.
But most of the real nasty ones had been dumped on the new guys and the saps. Gin himself hadn't done a single compromising thing; he must have been the only guy who still retained all his clothing. Although I was pretty sure Shiro lost on purpose, as an excuse to strip down to his silky black boxers and show off his tattoo.
The last game had been called 'flip, sip or strip.' We'd played it because it was simple for guys with only two percent of their brainpower left.
"Yeah, the dark haired guy's pretty cute." Shiro commented, nails running over my scalp in a way that made me want to purr.
My head was in his warm lap, and I was completely entranced with his silky snow-white hair being twirled between thin fingers.
Where those my fingers?
I couldn't feel them, if they were. But his hair was so pretty and soft it didn't matter.
"So's Blue; he's got a nice build. What do you think he's packing?" Gin hummed softly.
"Hah! You planning on letting him go down on you? He doesn't seem like the type to play catcher." Shiro chuckled.
"How do you know? Have you tried already?" Gin asked with a smile.
There was no reply from Shiro. I found my thoughts drawn to blue, the colour. Eventually blue morphed into that shark toothed smile, and those deep blue eyes. I felt his hands on my body again, pushing me up against that wall.
It made me a little hot under the collar.
I lifted my head and looked around. "Where's Grimmjow?" I mumbled, not spotting him anywhere in the small gang of shameless drunks.
Renji had bright red pubic hair, and his tattoo's went way below the belt.
I wondered if Grimmjow was blue down below too?
I suddenly had a desire to see him. Had he already gone back to sleep? Had he hooked up with someone?
Pushing to my unsteady feet I began to wander off, before Shiro gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his lap. I might have, kind of, moaned at feeling his length against my thigh.
"Where d'you think yur going?" he whispered huskily into my ear, studded tongue tracing my heated flesh.
"To find Grimmjow." I murmured back, leaning into his embrace. Nails dug into my hips, and I fought back another moan at the exhilarating sting.
"You wanna find Grimmjow?" Gin's smiling face appeared before me. I frowned in confusion and tried to get up again, nodding absently. "Let's play another game." He exclaimed.
The next thing I registered was Shiro carrying me bridal style. The group had gathered again, minus one or two.
"It seems you've had it pretty easy all night, Ichigo." Gin observed.
And well, I didn't know about that, but I was still wearing my pants at least.
"But we have to test you, you understand? Its tradition." He smiled reassuringly as I made some dull protests against Shiro's hold.
"I don't wan't to-" I began to protest verbally, before a length of tape was strapped over my mouth. I squeaked and immediately lifted my hands to remove it, but Shiro prevented me.
"Shhh, Ichi. It's tradition." He kissed my cheek and I felt slightly calmer.
And then Grimmjow was being carried out of the house.
"What the fuck! Put me that fuck down you fuckers!" He was kicking and screaming as Renji and Shinji struggled to carry him over.
I grew alarmed as they all worked to hold him down and tape his near naked body with gray duct tape. They started with his mouth. Then his wrists and feet.
It was fascinating the way his strong body writhed, the light in his eyes as he fought and cursed. I really liked his chest: such broad shoulders and strong arms…
I probably would have protested more had I been sober, but as it was the next few seconds were just a blur.
Tape wound around my body, and the warm flesh against my back both heated and supported me.
Everything was dark, apart from Grimmjow's back against mine.
"You wanted to see Grimmjow, Ichi." Shiro chuckled spitefully, his hands on my cheeks. "So here he is. Have a good night!" He laughed as he kissed me, hands and lips slowly leaving mine as I fought to get closer to them.
The door slammed after Shiro, Gin and the rest had left us in the basement. Duck taped together. Grimmjow and I. Alone in the basement. Tied together.
The thought was very sobering.
"Wh- What the hell?" I muttered, and immediately began struggling.
"Shit! Don't pull at it you idiot!" Grimmjow hissed back. Then he began struggling himself, and I hissed at the tape cutting into my body.
"Stop it! You'll give us a rash!" I barked, and our heads banged together like a gong. We both moaned at the pain that ricocheted.
Then there was silence. We both shifted uncomfortably, as the pregnant silence stretched on.
"Look, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday." Grimmjow muttered. "It was late and we were both tired and stressed."
I didn't say anything, so he continued. "College is a first for me too. It'd be a fucking miracle if I could avoid pissing people off on the first day. Let's just wipe the slate clean, hey? Start anew. We have like, years ahead of us here, in the same house. It'd suck if we weren't on okay terms."
I had to agree. I'd never been one to make enemies or hold a grudge. But what he'd said still bothered me. Shiro would never cheat on me, I was sure of it. "So you take it back?' I muttered reluctantly.
There was silence again. His back stiffened, muscles coiling before he sighed and relented. "Yeah." He grumbled.
"Then it's okay." I nodded, leaning into him tiredly. "We're supposed to be brothers or something now, so let's try to at least get along?"
"Great." I felt his muscles relax further, as he leant back into me to relieve the strain of the tape a little more. "We could start by getting the fuck out of this shit." He suggested, half sarcastically.
And honestly, it was a great suggestion. Absolute genius.
But how the fuck were we supposed to do that!-?