Chapter Forty Seven
Well that was certainly interesting, Szayel thought as he exited the bathroom. He hadn't even known that Grimmjow had gone out tonight, let alone that he had finally uttered those taboo words. It wasn't too difficult to recognize his voice, it being rather distinctive, nor was it difficult to recognize Ichigo's. After listening, and he had no problem admitting that he had stayed in his stall much longer than was needed, to the happy couple as they fornicated in a public bathroom, he had washed his hands and decided to go see who else had decided to show up. He didn't usually make it a habit to go to clubs that specifically catered to one sexual preference but after playing the evening before with a young and virgin male he found himself leaning in that particular direction.
It was a good thing that the place was small because it took him no time at all to spot Ichigo and Grimmjow sitting close and drinking with Nnoitra at a table near the bar. Szayel cocked an eyebrow and decided not to disturb them just yet. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Nnoitra at the moment and since Ichigo had shown a rather large dislike of him he would rather just steer clear of them altogether. He wanted to have fun, not fight.
Turning his gaze to the dance floor he immediately noticed a blond head among the crowd. His characteristic smirk curled his lips even as his pink tongue flicked out to lick them. Perhaps it was time to pick up where they had left off. Making his way slowly, he didn't want to seem like he was desperate, to the blond he took the time to decide how best to approach him. Should he be affectionate and touch him or quietly friendly? With the way the blond was moving he could tell he was intoxicated and so he decided on openly affectionate. As soon as he was close enough he wrapped his arm around Shinji's waist and pulled him back against him, effectively cock blocking the man he had been dancing with. Instead of introducing himself he inclined his head and bit down on Shinji's earlobe.
Shinji sucked in his breath and felt his eyes roll back. He had no idea who was behind him but he was drunk enough not to care. He leaned back into the slim body behind him, fleetingly thinking that there was no way it could be Nnoitra's because it was way too short, and the two began to sway to the music. Eventually Shinji turned, his eyes widening a little when he realized who he was dancing with before a wide grin stretched his lips.
"Didn't expect ta see ya here." He said, his voice elevated over the music.
"Me either." Szayel said, leaning closer so that he didn't have to yell. "How much fun do you want to have tonight?"
He loved how to-the-point this man could be at times. Shinji almost threw back his head and laughed. That should have been a no brainer. "A lot."
Szayel grinned. "Good."
He slipped his hand into his pocket and his fingers curled around a small glass bottle, covering his actions by grinding himself into Shinji. With a quick look around he realized he might not be able to get away with what he wanted to do in such a small club filled with so many people. With a sigh he pulled his hand out of his pocket and returned his full attention to the very willing partner he had chosen.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere a bit more private."
Shinji grinned and giggled. "Are ya gonna fuck me?"
Szayel grinned. Oh yes. This was going to be fun.
Ichigo and Grimmjow returned to the table to find Nnoitra in the middle of downing what looked to be his eighth shot.
"The fuck you two get to?"
Ichigo blushed and sat heavily in his chair. Grimmjow grinned.
"We were dancin'."
"Che."
"Where's Shinji?" Ichigo asked as he scanned the dance floor.
Nnoitra jerked his thumb in the direction of the dance floor. He had been waiting for the blond to come back for a while and it didn't look like that was going to happen. Just before Grimmjow and Ichigo had returned he had decided to get up and drag him off the floor himself.
"Want some more?" Grimmjow asked, standing up and pointing to the empty glasses on the table.
When Nnoitra nodded and Ichigo smiled in response Grimmjow left to get more booze, returning swiftly, much to their pleasure. Grimmjow and Ichigo were in the middle of discussing whether or not to go home so they could continue what they had been doing in the bathroom when Nnoitra tensed visibly and slammed his fist on the table.
"That cock blockin' bitch!"
Ichigo looked over at him, his head moving too fast and spinning as a result. Both he and Grimmjow followed the direction he was looking in and widened their eyes at what they saw. Shinji and Szayel were dancing close, bodies almost fused together and heads close as they talked.
"He always dances like that." Ichigo said lamely, pointing out what he thought should have been obvious.
"You dance with him like that?" Grimmjow asked, suddenly alert.
Ichigo shook his head and frowned, regretting the action. "Naw. Hey Grimm, the room is startin' to spin."
"Baka, drink some water."
"'Kay."
Ichigo reached for his bottle of water, belatedly realizing that his friend was now walking towards the table with Szayel in tow. He looked up with the bottle still in his mouth and scowled at the pair. He wanted to say something, it was on the tip of his tongue, but the minute he opened his mouth he forgot what he was going to say. He didn't realize his mistake until the bottle hit the table and water splashed him in the face. Shinji and Grimmjow laughed as he jumped and frowned at the table.
"Nice, Ichi."
"Yeah, real smooth."
"Shut up."
"The fuck you doin' here?" Nnoitra cut in, leveling a one eyed glare at the pink haired man and the hand that was still on Shinji's hip.
"I was dancing. This is a club, Nnoi. It's what one usually does at a club."
Narrowed eye slitted almost closed. "What're ya doin' with him?"
Szayel cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh you mean why am I with Shin-chan here?" He pulled the blond closer and kissed the side of his head. "Well, he and I have some unfinished business to attend to so…."
"Yer not really gonna leave with him are you?" Ichigo blurt out, drawing everyone's attention.
Shinji looked thoughtful for a moment and Nnoitra growled, his upper lip pulling back from his teeth. He switched his hard look to Shinji and spoke two words, enunciating perfectly.
"Sit down."
Shinji frowned at him, but did as he was told, plopping down in the closest chair to him. Szayel was amazed at the obedience of the younger man and it was clearly written on his expressive face. Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow and Ichigo found sudden interest in his shirt.
"I look gay in this."
"Ya are gay, baka." Shinji said with a smile, reaching for one of Nnoitra's shots and tossing it back before anyone could stop him.
"Yer drunk. No more for you." Ichigo said, leaning over the table and grabbing the last shot from in front of Nnoitra for himself.
"Yer drunk." Shinji pouted. He was well aware that he was drunk, at least on some level. Not that he cared much about it. "Ne, Ichi. Let's go dance."
"'Kay."
"Oh no you don't. You go out there now and you'll end up killin' yerself." Grimmjow said, pulling Ichigo into his lap and kissing his temple.
Ichigo blushed and looked away from him. "We're in public." He whispered.
"Tch. That's not what you were saying in the bathroom." Whispered in his ear, earning him another blush.
"I wasn't saying anything in the bathroom." Ichigo replied, his eyes suddenly wide and reflective of his youth.
As Grimmjow, Shinji and Ichigo talked amongst themselves, mostly arguing about Ichigo's want but apparent in ability to continue dancing, Szayel looked pointedly at Nnoitra and sighed.
"You can always come with us. You know that you'd have fun."
"Che, right. And I ain't lettin' ya take him either."
"Aw, Nnoi. You act as if you actually like this kid. So what, are you breaking your rule and actually dating him? A better question would be does he know you two are an item or is this just some fantasy you've built up for yourself so that you can monopolize his asshole?" Szayel leaned forward, his voice lowering and taking on an even harder edge of antagonism. "From what I hear, he doesn't even like you."
Nnoitra was milliseconds away from lunging at Szayel when a thin hand slid it's way up his chest and a thick, husky voice spoke to him.
"Ne, buy me another drink." Shinji bit his lip as he looked up at Nnoitra and he leaned in none too gracefully, a grin curling the edges of his mouth and his eyelids heavy.
Nnoitra stared down at him for a moment, caught off guard by the way Shinji was so candidly touching him. After the shock wore off, a brief moment really, he grinned and wrapped his long fingers around Shinji's hips, pulling him so that he was sprawling in his lap.
"He's doin' it again." Ichigo whispered to Grimmjow before resting his head on his shoulder and curling an arm around his waist.
"It?"
"This is way I don't let him drink too much. He gets…." Ichigo trialed off to find the right word and Grimmjow returned his attention to the scene playing out before him.
"Yeah, I'll buy ya a drink. Then I'll take ya home and fuck ya stupid."
"Don't forget your promise to me, Shin-chan." Szayel spoke up with a mocking grin that Shinji couldn't see.
Shinji sighed and frowned, barely hearing Ichigo's giggle. He looked up at Nnoitra and licked his lips. "I wanna play with both of ya."
"See, he's so selfish." Grimmjow snorted at Ichigo's comment, surprised that he could still catch him off guard as easily as he did.
"I think you've had way too much if yer okay with what's going on." He muttered under his breath, knowing full well that had Ichigo been sober he wouldn't have just sat back while his friend drunkenly demanded two men to sleep with him. Two men that he didn't even like.
"Shin's a big boy, he c'n take care 'a himself." Ichigo purred in his ear, licking at the lobe before tugging it with his teeth.
Grimmjow stood up abruptly and pulled Ichigo with him. "We're takin' off. You three play nice."
Ichigo giggled and, leaning heavily on Grimmjow, waved to Shinji who surprisingly returned the sentiment with his own wave before turning back to Nnoitra and grinning.
"I'll do anythin' ya want if ya let me play with both 'a ya." He leaned forward and licked Nnoitra's lips. "Use me." He breathed against them.
Nnoitra groaned, pulling Shinji closer and pressing their centers together. Just before he kissed him he looked over Shinji's shoulder at Szayel.
"Ya didn't dose him with anythin' didja?"
Szayel smirked. "Please. I haven't even had time to do something like that."
Shinji pouted and bit Nnoitra hard on the chest. "Quit talkin' 'bout me like I ain't here." He looked back over his shoulder at Szayel. "'Re we all gonna fuck 're what?"
Szayel cocked an amused eyebrow before answering. "Why don't I buy us all another round before we take off. How does that sound, Nnoi?"
Nnoitra grunted in answer. Shinji had returned his attention back to the tall lanky man and was slowly parting the unbuttoned black over shirt he was currently wearing, revealing the white wife beater underneath. He smirked and half wished that Shinji had gotten this drunk the last time they had drank together. Szayel ignored them and went to the bar, ordered three shots and returned to the table; but not before taking the small glass bottle from his pocket and placing three drops of the liquid inside it in one of the glasses and two in the another, leaving the last one untouched. He was going to make sure they all enjoyed the rest of the evening no matter what.
Wet bodies slipped and slid over one another as tongues dueled and fingers roamed. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo into the shower wall, their soapy skin making everything harder and yet more exciting. Ichigo groaned and bared his neck as his hands slid up into Grimmjow's hair and began to massage the shampoo in. Grimmjow began to nibble on the sensitive spot behind Ichigo's ear and barely caught the younger man when his knees buckled.
"Fuck," Ichigo panted. "Grimmjow my head feels like it's gonna float away."
Grimmjow chuckled. "Then let's rinse off and go to bed."
"Mmm."
The process of rinsing led to more groping and soon Ichigo had Grimmjow pressed back into the wall below one of the shower heads. With the soap now almost completely rinsed off his mouth found purchase on Grimmjow's collar bone and he pressed light but insistent kisses along it. One of Grimmjow's hands was buried in Ichigo's short spiky orange hair while his other hand glided lazily up and down his back. Just touching his skin was making his body feel like it was on fire but he couldn't seem to get enough. When Ichigo's tongue flicked at his nipple he sucked in his breath through his teeth and unconsciously pulled his head forward. When Ichigo's fingers curled around his cock he growled and lifted his head, pressing open mouthed kisses along his jaw until he reached his lips.
"I wanna suck you." Ichigo breathed before unceremoniously dropping to his knees and wrapping his lips around the head of Grimmjow's cock.
His head fell back, hitting the wall behind him and giving him just enough pain not to cum right then and there. He loved it when Ichigo took the initiative but drunk aggressive Ichigo was something he knew he wouldn't be able to handle on a regular basis. He rocked his hips forward and felt Ichigo hum around him as his length was forced further down his throat. With one hand fisted at the base, he slid his other hand behind him and began to slowly and gently prepare himself. Grimmjow looked down in time to see Ichigo slip a second finger inside himself and once again his eyes rolled closed.
"Fuck, Ichigo."
Ichigo hummed once again before pulling all the way back to place a kiss on the tip. He didn't give Grimmjow time to recover his senses though before he was lapping at the underside of the cock, even going so far as to nuzzle it against his cheek. He was about to tell Grimmjow just how much he loved his cock when strong hands gripped him under his armpits and pulled him up and an eager mouth silenced anything he had been wanting to say. With fingers still working in and out Ichigo leaned into the kiss and rubbed his own hard cock against Grimmjow's. Grimmjow moaned into the kiss and reached blindly for the shower curtain, his hand slipping more than once before he finally found purchase.
Simultaneously pulling back the curtain and walking Ichigo backwards out of the shower proved to be too much for them though and when Ichigo lost his balance Grimmjow didn't have the time to catch either one of them. They tumbled to the cool tile floor with a loud 'umph' followed by Ichigo's sharp intake of air.
"Ah! Fucking cold."
Grimmjow chuckled and tried to sit up but Ichigo held him tight, pulling him back into a long, deep kiss. Disregarding the cold hard floor, Grimmjow propped himself up on his elbows and continued to kiss Ichigo as he ground his hips into him. Ichigo ground back just as hard, returning the kiss with everything he had.
"Grimmjow…."
Grimmjow grunted, pulling back to look down at the pleading face beneath him. He knew what Ichigo wanted and knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. He reached down with one hand and grabbed Ichigo's hip as he positioned himself between his legs. Ichigo bent his knees and titled his hips in acceptance, his large brown eyes locking with Grimmjow's startling blue ones. They maintained eye contact as Grimmjow slid inside him, his eyes threatening to flutter closed at the sensation. Ichigo whined and grabbed the backs of Grimmjow's arms, biting his bottom lip hard to control himself. It didn't last long and as soon as Grimmjow was as deep as he could go Ichigo lost it and wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's hips, bucking his own hips and spurring Grimmjow into movement. Grimmjow snapped his hips forward and groaned, pulling back and immediately thrusting forward again.
"Ngggh-ah. Gri… fu…." Ichigo tried, failing miserably at his words.
Grimmjow grunted and reached behind him, pulling Ichigo's legs from around him and letting them drop to the floor.
"Turn over." He commanded huskily and it took a moment for Ichigo to register his words. As soon as he did though he did his best to comply without having Grimmjow pull out.
Impatient, Grimmjow flipped Ichigo over himself, and plunged back inside him, pushing him several inches forward on the smooth tile floor. Ichigo's face was pressed into the floor mat in front of him and his ass was up in the air, he legs spread for easier penetration. Grimmjow placed a hand on either side of Ichigo's hips as he continued to thrust, grunts and groans mingling with Ichigo's mewling cries of pleasure. Ichigo was pushed further forward and he reached up to find a hand hold, grabbing a hanging towel and yanking it off the rack. He pulled it close to his chest as he arched his back and met each of Grimmjow's thrusts. With a slow and deliberate move, Grimmjow leaned slightly forward and began to palm Ichigo's neglected cock, his eyes rolling closed at the change in angle. Ichigo cried out, tightening around Grimmjow as he came forcefully. Grimmjow groaned and buried himself deep, cumming hard as Ichigo's muscles contracted. Out of energy, the both of them collapsed to the floor and passed out, still wet from the shower and fully exposed; the shower now running cold.
Szayel was happy to say that though things hadn't exactly started out as he had planned, they had still worked in his favor. He had waited just long enough at the club for the drugs to start kicking in before he ushered a surprisingly willing Nnoitra and an overly excitable Shinji out to his car. After situating them both in the back seat he started the twenty minute drive back to his family home, very conscious of the two in the back. He of course had seen Nnoitra excited before, more than a few times actually, but he had never seen the man react to anyone the way he had to Shinji, even when he had been sober. Truth be told it made him a bit jealous and more than curious to find out what the blond could do to him to insight such a response in the larger man. Catching glimpses of them in his rearview mirror as seeing the familiarity between them, seeing tongues clash and fingers tearing at clothing, was enough to make him speed just a little.
Shinji's hands found their way into Nnoitra's hair and he pulled back, his eyes wide.
"God, yer hair is so soft." He said in a breathy voice, just the feel of the velvet like strands on his skin was making him tremble. The feel of everything seemed amplified a thousand fold and for a moment he was content just running his hands over Nnoitra's body, the contrasting textures of everything becoming his main focus.
Nnoitra sat back, Shinji straddling his lap and his deft hands caressing his body, and let the sensations take over. A part of him knew that Szayel had done something to him, to the both of them, but at the moment he didn't care. Shinji was touching him, willingly, and it was clouding his brain. He wanted to reach out and kiss him again but seemed unable to move. Szayel pulled up to the front of the house and turned the car off before looking back over his shoulder at the pair, smiling at what he saw. Shinji's head was resting on Nnoitra's shoulder but his hands were busy gliding over the chest he had exposed. Nnoitra looked ready to slip off into bliss and Szayel just couldn't have that. Yet. He leaned heavily on the car horn and giggled when both men jumped.
"We're here."
Being used to dealing with people under the influence of all kinds of drugs he quickly ushered the two inside his house and to a special room he had set up just for what he had planned. He flipped a switch, setting the room in soft lighting and pressed a few buttons on a remote control.
"You two be good. I'll be right back." He said, knowing that he had been ignored, before leaving the room.
Nnoitra wasted no time in ripping Shinji's clothes off, his hand reaching in his back pocket for a small tube of lube and a condom. Shinji giggled when he saw it even as his breath caught in his throat when Nnoitra's long fingers pulled at his nipple rings.
"Prepared, ne?"
Nnoitra grinned. "Never know when yer gonna get ta fuck." He said simply before he started pulling his own clothes off.
He reached up and twined his fingers together behind Nnoitra's neck and pulled him close, his long tongue brushing against his lips before Nnoitra growled and kissed him. They sank to the floor, lost in the sensations of smooth skin against skin, and Nnoitra barely remembered to open the tube to lubricant and begin to prepare Shinji for his girth. Szayel returned just in time to see Nnoitra slip two long fingers all the way inside the blond. They were still on their knees, Nnoitra and Shinji, and Szayel motioned to one side of the room with his finger. Neither of the occupied men knew this, but camera's were set all around the room and he was recording every bit of what had been and was going to happen that night. It seemed he already had gotten some good footage. Letting the camera operator do his work, Szayel approached the couple, not bothering to undress, and knelt beside them.
"What are you waiting for, Nnoi? He seems more than ready." He purred and Shinji immediately nodded in agreement.
Nnoitra growled and lifted the blond, turning him around before forcing him to straddle him, chest to back. Shinji shivered and wiggled his hips searching for the cock he knew was beneath him. Szayel wanted to reach out but at the same time wanted to see what they would do, so he held back and simply watched, an eager, greedy expression on his face. To his intense surprise Shinji reached down and gripped Nnoitra's cock tightly, guiding it to his puckered hole, and began to lower himself. With barely a furrowed brow Shinji sank over Nnoitra's length, slowly taking every inch of him in until there was no more exposed.
Szayel's eyes widened. Even he hadn't been able to do that in one go. He reached out then and ran his finger over Shinji's testicles until he reached the point where he was joined with Nnoitra.
"My God Nnoi. He can take all of you just like that."
Nnoitra grinned. "That ain't all he c'n do."
As if in response to the conversation, Shinji, with legs spread wide and bent at the knee, lifted himself up and dropped back down, repeating the action over and over again, fucking himself. Nnoitra groaned and grit his teeth before moving himself, bucking up into the blond just as he was descending. Shinji threw his head back, panting, and reached back with his hands as if unsure what to do with them. Taking one hand from his hips, Nnoitra grabbed both wrists and pulled them behind his head where Shinji's fingers once more tangled themselves in the long locks.
"Harder." He whimpered, trying his best to move faster.
Szayel was stunned, though he knew he shouldn't have been. Things between the two had escalated quickly and now he was curious as to just how long this fast, hard pace would hold out. He reached out again and cupped his hand against Shinji's cheek.
"May I suck your cock while Nnoitra fucks you." He didn't want to ask but for some reason felt compelled to. This was all just too interesting not to try and push the limits.
Shinji whined and Nnoitra slitted open a single eye as his arms unconsciously wrapped possessively around the thin blond. Shinji bit his lip and nodded. He hadn't had this happen to him in such a long time he hoped his didn't cum too quickly, but with the world seemingly over sensitized and Nnoitra fucking him almost the way he loved it, he just hoped he didn't cum before Szayel even reached him.
He shouldn't have worried for when those full lips wrapped around the head of his cock and Nnoitra simultaneously hit his prostate three times in a row, he though he had died. His world exploded into a whole new dimension that he wasn't sure he had ever visited before. He vaguely heard Nnoitra growling behind him and felt his pace quicken, was barely aware of Szayel taking his cock all the way down his throat. All he knew was that his body was floating and that as soon as he reached that not so far off pulsing light he would cease to feel all this wonderment. He tried to hold back, he really did, but it was too much for him. With a rush of garbled German and Japanese he came, Szayel just barely managing to pull back in time. At the feeling of Shinji tightening painfully around him Nnoitra tightened his own grip and quickly followed him before falling back with Shinji sprawling on his chest.
Szayel stood and reached for a small container of sanitary wipes, dropping them on the floor near the couple.
"Be sure to clean up. There are more condoms in the drawer of the bedside table, lube as well. Enjoy yourselves."
With that said he left the room and returned to the monitoring room. A young man grinned up at him from his seat and handed him a steaming cup of tea.
"It doesn't look as if they are finished so we should have a ton of footage to work with. Your next movie will be brilliant with these two, Szayel Aporro-sama."
Szayel smiled and pet the young man on the top of the head. "Yes, they are quite good together, aren't they. I can't wait to see what they do next."
Taking a seat in front of the wall of TV screens he leaned back in his chair, prepared to enjoy himself with the show.
A/N I actually had hoped to have this out sooner, but it didn't work out. Ah well. So i hoped you all liked this one. I realize it's a bit short, but it should be okay. Drama is on the horizon so I wanted to get in as much sexy time as I could before things heat up. As soon as I get this out I'm gonna start on the next chapter (The recent chapter of Bleach made Penny a happy girl) so hopefully you won't have to wait too long for it. Thanks for reading and if any of this was lame or too silly for you I apologize. Enjoy :D
~Penny
P.S. Be sure to read my April Fools OneShot for SBB just posted :D