People disappear one by one (blue flames)
On the other side of the darkness (the morning won't come anymore)
With countless wriggling and stretching hands in the mirror
Come on, lure someone here
-When cicadas cry (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni)
(XxXxX)
Tonight the pole was not cold against his skin, but rather, warm and inviting, almost like a lifeline that would save him from everything and keep him alive no matter what. It was reassuring in it's own way and, instead of reminding him of his shortcomings, it gave him reason. Reminded him of why he was there and why he was doing this. Why he did anything. Most importantly though, it gave him strength.
Standing on the stage, half naked and dancing with more emotion then ever before, he found everything clicking back into place. His mind was no longer backed up with unnecessary thought and worry and he knew what he had to do now. It was an obvious solution but it hadn't been able to come to him sooner. It couldn't have with everything in his conscious shattering like a dropped glass on the hard floor of reality, but now, with all the shards glued back into one tangible object that wouldn't break again with the lightest of touches, he knew with utmost certainty which path he had to travel.
Gliding down the almost searing metal, back arched gracefully, Ichigo forgot about his surroundings completely, lost in his own world of ecstasy and pleasure that was occasionally self induced but more times then not, given to him by a partner. It was a world of black orgasms and painful penetrations, blood oozing from wounds caused by nails and teeth and sometimes even inanimate objects and red mingling with orange on a sea of white sheets. It was never enough though and he found himself wanting more each time ...
Blinking open half dazed eyes, Ichigo glanced around his surroundings, over the faces and the money being held up as offering to him, the deity of this stage and it's pole, past the almost blinding lights and the other strippers. There was nothing there for him.
Nothing to give him what he wanted.
On some level, he realized that another stripper had joined him on his stage but it was only when soft, creamy thighs straddled his back did he truly take note of her. Glancing over his shoulder, Ichigo found the person to be none other then Cirucci, her top already abandoned to allow the creamy skin of her breasts to catch the light, giving her an almost ethereal glow. She looked like a fairy or, at the very least, a fallen angel.
Letting out a soft moan, the carrot top lowered his upper body onto the cool floor of the stage, arching his rear as high into the air as he could. This made Cirucci slide forward, up along the length of his spine until she stood, her pigtails bouncing gently even as she firmly planted the heel of her boots between his shoulder blades. This was nothing new to him, he'd been subject to her 'performance' before, her being the clubs almost official dominatrix, but what came as something of a surprise was the tingling that rose from her sharp heel grinding into his flesh and the moan it pulled from him.
The sound of whistling rose and he knew that she was soaking up the attention for everything it was worth, but he ignored it, instead focusing on the sting of her boot and the way his cock was hardening in response.
When she pulled away from him, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, if not empty from the lack of pain, and he rose to his hands and knees in time to see her slide down the pole – his pole – with her legs spread in a perfect 'V' shape. His eyes fixed on her ass and the white, frilly thong that did little to cover her genitalia, knowing good and well that it was going to be removed soon.
He was unable to stop the smile when, as soon as she reached the floor again, the thong came off, discarded on the stage as she made her way back over to him.
With a sudden wrenching of his skull, Cirucci yanked a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer until, with him kneeling directly before her, she slung one of her legs over his shoulder, effectively pressing his face right into her warmth. Ichigo's cock was fully erect almost immediately and, unable to stop himself, he leaned further against her to run his tongue between her folds, making her shudder against him.
Once again, she pulled away from him, this time moving across the stage to strike a pose, hip cocked and hands on her thighs as she studied the crowd, looking for the person who was going to give her the most money.
Taking this moment to rise to his feet, Ichigo ignored his hard-on and did a quick once over of the faces himself. However, he had to do a double take because, low and behold, there was Renji, standing towards the entrance and just staring at him. Initially, surprise and shock rose within him but then anger overrode that and, finally, acceptance settled and he rolled his eyes. Apparently one well placed punch from Shuhei was enough to get him to back off to a distance. Too bad that hadn't worked in high school when Ichigo had been the one throwing the punches.
Hopping off the stage, the carrot top slowly made his way towards the other male, promising lap dances and private one-on-one's later to the people trying to wave him over with their money. It was hard to pass them up, especially the ones with a decent amount of cash in hand and it didn't help any that he knew what he was going to do with Renji wasn't going to earn him any money at all.
As was his nature, Renji didn't back down from Ichigo's approach, though, as he got closer, he could see that his cheek was still pretty swollen and red. He'd have to remember to properly thank Shuhei later ...
"Yo," Ichigo greeted nonchalantly.
The red head cocked a tattooed brow, looking perplexed as he wearily returned the greeting. "Yo ..."
It was obvious he was uncertain about the strippers sudden desire to talk to him and not completely brush him off, but that could only be expected. Their last two encounters hadn't exactly been the best and their entire history together wasn't the friendliest either. At least he wasn't shrugging him off but, then again, he had every right to, so Ichigo could only assume it was his good hearted side that was keeping Renji civil and not trying to knock his head off his shoulders.
"Want a lap dance?" The look on Renji's face was enough to make Ichigo laugh outright. He looked as if he'd just requested to do open heart surgery on him or something along those resulting in death lines. Shaking his head gently, Ichigo reached over, grabbing his hand. "Don't look like that, I'm serious. C'mon, we can go in back."
Turning, he tried to lead the slightly taller male away but he refused to budge. "Why do you want to be nice to me all of a sudden?" Renji all but demanded, sounding both interested and appalled.
Looking back over his shoulder, Ichigo fixed him with his sexiest look. "I just want to make sure we're on friendly terms is all." This was enough to shut Renji up and, with him no longer resisting, Ichigo pulled him further into the club. He already knew exactly where he was taking him and exactly what he was going to do and, as long as Renji didn't suddenly decide he didn't like him anymore, it was going to be a fun night – ulterior motives aside.
They managed to get through the 'Staff Only' door without being stopped, only receiving questioning looks from a few of the bouncers, but that was as far before they were met with resistance. Ichigo had honestly expected to be questioned but he was the last person he'd thought to do it.
"Where do you think your going? Shouldn't you be on stage right now? Who is he? You know your not suppose to bring customers back here." Uryu rattled off, looking for all intents and purposes like an angry school boy. The outfit he'd chosen to wear tonight looked like something straight from a Catholic school, but, knowing the bespectacled male, he probably thought it was some sort of great, revolutionary fashion statement.
"He's not a customer," Ichigo snapped irritably. At the moment, he wanted nothing more then to stomp his scholarly glasses into the ground, for keeping him away from his goal if not for being annoying as all hell.
Uryu cocked a brow, not looking at all convinced. "Oh? Then what is he then?"
The carrot top paused a moment, looking back at Renji as if for inspiration. Smirking, he turned to Uryu again. "He's my boyfriend."
The dark haired man gaped at them, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something but couldn't quite find the voice to and, without waiting for him to find his vocal cords, Ichigo pushed passed him, dragging an equally stunned Renji behind him.
(XxXxX)
Among the nonsense tragedies, what on earth you are looking for?
You only have to be honest to yourself and your own fate
Tell me why or why not. Complaining way too much
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me
-Why or Why Not (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni)
(XxXxX)
The room still stank just like Ichigo remembered from a few nights before but this time, he was not alone and the circumstances were much different.
Turning on his heel, Ichigo reached up to grab a hold of Renji's shirt, yanking him forward and into a searing kiss. At first, he didn't do much in return, no doubt shocked beyond all belief but after a moment or two, he leaned further into the carrot top, returning the kiss. Hands found their way into red hair, pulling some of it out of the ponytail as Ichigo tried to meld their bodies together. It was true. He wanted to become one with him, but not just in the sexual sense. He wanted to be a part of Renji.
Their kiss was not entirely a kiss, but more like a war for dominance and desire, both wanting and both willing to take it from the other. Teeth sunk into lips and the soft flesh of tongue, each trying to consume the other for everything he was worth and then some.
Renji barely realized that his hands had found Ichigo's ass and he was yanking impatiently at the leather that concealed his beautiful skin, keeping him from pressing flesh against flesh. He'd always known that he'd had some kind of feelings for the carrot top, but it was only now, when they were both grabbing and pulling at each other almost desperately, that he understood just how he felt for him. It wasn't love, far be it from that, but it was something that was often confused for it.
Lust.
There was no mistaking it now that he had something to compare it to and he'd come to terms with his sexuality. He was gay and he wanted Ichigo – had always wanted him since high school – and now it was plain as day. Maybe his reasons for coming to find him weren't just to tell him about his family ...
But when Ichigo bit into his neck, the reasons for him finding him didn't matter anymore. The only thing that did matter was the he had found Ichigo and they were now in each others sinful embrace.
Without much warning, Renji spun them around and slammed Ichigo up against the door they'd come through only minutes before. A grunt escaped those pink lips and chocolate brown eyes rose to meet Renji's moments before the redhead descended on him once again, pressing his tongue against the pulse pounding against the side of his throat. Ichigo moaned gently, turning his head to allow Renji better access.
For a moment, hands fumbled with clothes and the leather pants that had been hugging his waist slid down Ichigo's legs to pool around his ankles, leaving him bare and exposed in the cool, stale air. Renji's hand reached blindly for his hard member but, in a quick reflex, Ichigo shoved him away.
The look on that tattooed face was laughable; surprise, anger, lust and irritation all displayed at once and, before he could shout and complain in that unnecessarily loud voice of his, Ichigo moved forward, grabbing his black t-shirt and yanking it up over his head. More tattoos were revealed, covering his chest all the way down past his pants and the carrot top paused, eying him curiously.
"Where do you work at? Who would hire someone with so many tattoos?" Ichigo couldn't think of many places that were tattoo friendly and still payed decently. Even Urahara turned away some people with too many piercings and tattoos – and that was saying something considering his own questionable character.
Renji shrugged, obviously uncaring about the details as he ran his hands down the curve of Ichigo's back longingly. "I'm a tattoo artist."
"Oh."
Renji frowned in agitation. "What? Got a problem?"
Ichigo also frowned. "No. I just said 'oh', like, 'oh, I see'. What's your issue?"
"I think I heard a bit of pity in that 'oh'. You think just cause' I'm a tattoo artist there's something bad about it?"
"Screw you and if you don't shut up I'm going to kick your ass!"
"Yeah!?"
"Yeah!"
Suddenly, Renji grabbed at Ichigo and they both ended up flailing to the floor. Ichigo managed to pin the redhead to the ground and it looked as if it was about to escalate into an actual fight when Ichigo bit down onto his chest. Hard.
A primal howl left Renji, his back arching slightly as canines dug into the flesh so close to his nipple it hurt the pink flesh even though it wasn't being touched. Seething slightly, he grabbed a fistful of Ichigo's short hair and yanked him up, not at all surprised at the blood staining his supple lips. With the air now hitting the wound, it stung sharply and made zaps of white hot electricity shoot down his body and right into his groin. Crap, that hurt ...
Rolling them over, Renji pressed the others nude body into the carpet, grasping at smooth thighs as he fought with Ichigo to get him into a decent position. It almost seemed as if the carrot top wanted to be the one wielding the cock in this romp, but Renji was having none of that. He was slightly pissed now but more importantly, he was horny and there was no way Ichigo was going to ruin this.
Finally grunting in agitation, Renji pulled back slightly, just enough to lean down between the legs he was pressing open. Ichigo was squirming and snarling obscenities, but he was dully ignored and Renji began to quickly run his tongue over the boys opening. A yelp escaped him, his body tensing as he stilled immediately, hands gripping at the dirty carpet. Biting his lip to hold back a moan, Ichigo closed his eyes tightly.
Once he was sure the stripper was decently lubricated, Renji pulled back up and, taking the moment of Ichigo's pleasured calmness, he worked his pants down to his thighs. Folding those nicely toned legs over their owners body, up to his chest, Renji positioned himself at Ichigo's entrance. Pressing their lips together, he began to slowly push up into him.
(XxXxX)
Put your hand against your skin
Rub it gently to begin
You feel it? Can you feel it?
When does pleasure become pain?
When does sex become insane?
You say yes, as you feel it
-Last Legal Drug (KoRn)
(XxXxX)
Hours later, when the afterglow was finally subsiding, Renji had already fallen asleep on top of Ichigo. It was only now that he allowed his mind to wander, thinking about everything from the redhead, to Shuhei, to his family ...
It was a well known fact that Renji slept like a rock so it's no surprise that he didn't even stir when soft lips curled against his neck into a smirk.
(XxXxX)
Rawr. That's all I have for you this time. Sorry. But it IS rather long and there IS sexual situations all throughout sooooo I hope you guys like it. I know its not the best but this is my first time writing anything for Ichigo X Renji so I'm sort of figuring everything out as I go. XD And I hope no one minds the Ichigo X Cirucci moment but I couldn't help myself. She's too smexy to ignore.
And yes. Uryu IS a stripper too. Don't worry. I intend to reveal all of Ichigo's coworkers in time and, if I can, maybe give a bit of background too. However, since this entire story is not only an experiment for me but also a learning experience I intend to, when this is finished, write something of a side story before the events of this take place in which it will be focused more on Shuhei and his model self – not to mention his fellow models – so please look for it in the future!!
Please review!!