Warnings: A lot of sexual stuff and bad language. Vague dub-con connotations, but not really. This is a long ass chapter, longer than the last, even. I'm sorry. On the bright side, there is a lot of smut...

AIRY AQUARIUS PROUDLY PRESENTS

~Circus

THREESOME AHOY, MATIES!! XD

Chapter 4

The Incubus and Fang wobbled over to the R&R room on legs made of jelly.

"Wow. That was... so amazing..." Ichigo breathed out once they had plopped themselves down on the bench.

"I told you so!" Damian crowed, looking surprisingly adorable with his rakish grin and hair sticking up all over the place.

"So you did." Ichigo grinned back, and they both chuckled as they bent their legs to undo their boots.

"Were you nervous tonight?"

Ichigo hummed, thinking. "I was a little jittery at first, but after I started dancing, I started to enjoy it, and I guess I forgot about being tense."

"That's good to hear. Just remember to have fun on stage, and everything will be fine." Damian was only halfway through unlacing the first boot when Ichigo had already finished removing both of his, so he plopped his other foot into Ichigo's lap. "Help me please?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes but he started working on the boots anyway, and Damian pulled his foot back so he could tug the shoe off and dump it on the ground.

He stood and walked over to the closet and bent to reach the bottom shelf, and pulled out a small, neon green and black duffle bag.

Ichigo snorted. "You're a really big fan of that colour, huh?"

"Uh-huh. I like how it blinds people." Damian laughed, before pulling out shampoo, conditioner and body wash. He walked over to the stall and set everything up as Ichigo averted his eyes to look at the walls, content to sit on the bench.

"Well, get over here and wash!"

Ichigo shook his head. "No, I'll just soak in the jacuzzi."

Damian gave him a pointed look. "You have my cum all over you. You want to soak your ass in semen-y water?"

Seeing the point in that, Ichigo shuffled uncomfortably over to the shower next to Damian's, highly aware of the eyes on his naked body.

"Uh... You do know I've seen everything already, right?"

Ichigo mumbled something and slipped into the stall, not commenting on Damian's amused chuckling.

They showered in silence, except for Damian softly singing Poker Face as he soaped himself up from head to toe.

Ichigo smiled to himself as he stepped out of the shower and dripped his way to the Jacuzzi, sinking into the warm waves of water with a content sigh.

He settled in with his head against the rim and closed his eyes, only to open them a few minutes later when he felt someone tap his forehead.

Damian was sitting cross legged opposite to him, offering him a bottle of orange juice and a granola bar that he'd fished out from the bag.

"You should always hydrate after a performance," he said by way of explanation, munching on his own bar, still holding out the juice.

Ichigo accepted and took a few sips, and they just sat there for a while, sitting in the tub and munching on their bars when suddenly, there was a loud, obnoxious moan.

Your phoooooone is ringinggg~ oohhh

Yeahhh? Is it ringing?

Yeahhhh, ohh... yeahhh!

Uh huh? Ya like the way it rings?

Yeaahh yeaaaahhhh YEAAHH-

"Damian on the line, how may I service you today? Oh, hi Shinji!"

Ichigo stared incredulously as the man proceeded to sprawl all over the tub, lying on his stomach with his elbows on the edge of the tub as he kicked his feet back and forth.

What sort of greeting was that?

And what sort of ringtone was that?!

Damian cut the call and stared at the phone for a while, before he looked up and waved. "Hey Grimmjow!"

Ichigo, in a sudden jolt of unexplainable embarrassment, practically dived into the tub in an effort to 'hide'.

When nothing else seemed to happen, he carefully peeked out of the water, only to see Damian had both his lips tucked into his teeth, his eyes watering with the effort of holding back laughter. "Now I see why Shinji asked me to do that. So... You got a hard on for Blue Butt, huh?"

Ichigo blushed a violent shade of red as he facepalmed and grumbled something about murder. "I don't have a 'hard on' for him, okay? I just... Can't a guy simply look at a person without getting the shit teased out of him? Jeez!"

"Hmm. You've got a point there. I'm not gonna tease you about it, in any case."

Ichigo cocked an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

Damian nodded. "Yeah. Too much teasing crosses into the line of bullying, and I don't like bullies. So no, I won't tease you about Grimmjow."

Ichigo smiled softly, thankful for that bit of reassurance. "Thanks, Damian."

"But that doesn't mean I won't tease you at all!" He waggled his eyebrows at him. "So, anyway, do you like... really have a crush on Grimmjow? Or is Shinji just being annoying?"

Ichigo averted his eyes. "I don't know, really... I mean, the man is hot and I've had sex with him two times, but apart from that, I haven't even spoken to him much. I guess it's just attraction? Why should that even matter though?"

Damian chuckled as he turned to drag his duffle bag closer to root around in it for something. "Chill, Ichigo, no need to get so defensive, I was just being curious. Now, where is it... Aha!"

Ichigo watched as he retrieved a Tupperware box and a small jar of Nutella, and set both of them close to the tub. The box revealed an assortment of strawberries, grapes, raisins, and a few almonds and cashews. Then the jar of chocolate spread was opened,and Damian grinned. "Ah... All nice and gooey..." He picked up a strawberry and swiped it in the sticky mess, getting a big dollop of chocolate. He popped the whole thing in his mouth and made a content humming sound. "Mmhh, heaven..."

Ichigo stared in amusement as the man gorged himself on the Nutella, smirking when Damian forewent the fruit altogether to simply stick a finger into the jar, scooping out a gratuitous amount of chocolaty goodness. He offered the finger to Ichigo, and Ichigo politely declined. Damian shrugged and proceeded to lick the treat right off his fingers, his eyes closed in bliss as he gave his finger an impromptu blow job, licking and sucking obscenely.

Ichigo felt a certain part of him twitch.

Damian opened his eyes to see Ichigo looking at him intently, his brown eyes half lidded and dark. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Ichigo flushed in embarrassment and looked away. "Well, do you expect me not to when you're giving head to your finger like that?"

Damian laughed lightly, the sound more amused than mocking. "Well hey Ichigo, I could give you head too, all you gotta do is ask! I would never refuse you. I really like you, you know?"

Ichigo sputtered. "Wha- what?"

"I'm serious," Damian spoke again, his voice going soft and husky, his eyes taking on an intensity that made Ichigo feel hot all over. "I like you, I like everything about you. Like your eyes, Ichigo. They remind me of the tripple nut chocolate chip cookies my dad used to bake for me as a kid. Your hair and skin are so exotic, so pretty. You're gorgeous, and you smell like sandalwood... I could breathe that intoxicating scent forever if you'd let me..."

Ichigo stared wide-eyed as the black haired man inched closer and closer, till Damian had him caged between his arms and the tub, with his knees on either side of his thighs, looking at him with unfathomable, smouldering green eyes. An index finger came up to lightly trail down his nose, his lips, his throat, before finally coming to rest on his rapidly thudding heart.

And then he was moving even closer, and Ichigo could feel hot puffs of air on his earlobe. A set of teeth gently caught said earlobe and tugged, and Ichigo felt like he was going to have a heart attack. Damian's breath sounded louder, and his voice was low and husky.

"You... Look like you're gonna crap yourself..."

Ichigo blinked for a moment before he shoved Damian away from him, covering his poor ear with a hand as he tried to stop his blush from burning his face off. "YOU ASSHOLE!"

Damian was much too busy howling out his laughter to care bout the death glares Ichigo was shooting him, hands clutching his middle as he doubled over, splashing water everywhere. "Oh my- oh my GOD, that was epic! Your face— priceless! Ahahaha! Hahahahaha!" The laughter stopped when water got into his nose, turning into coughs and snorts as he tried not to choke. Ichigo did nothing to help. "Oh my God, Ichigo, I'm sorry, but you're just too cute I couldn't resist! You face was absolutely precious!"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow and gave him the most withering look he had in his arsenal. "Not funny, Damian."

The man in question calmed down, still coughing a little. "Okay, okay, that was in poor taste, I'm sorry. Actually, no, I'm not..." After he'd regained some semblance of decorum, he looked at Ichigo with a small smile. "I wasn't kidding about liking you though. And everything I said was true. You're a really great guy."

Ichigo felt a little uncomfortable, unused to being showered with such blatant compliments. Damian seemed to pick up on that, and kindly changed the subject.

"So how is Circus so far? You been having fun?"

"Yeah, I have. Shinji and Nel are nice people, though Shinji can be a real bastard when he's teasing me. Nel is very sweet and helpful too."

"What do you think about your performances so far? You don't have any problems, right? Has Grimmjow been treating you well?"

Ichigo blinked at the rapid fire questions, but he managed to answer them anyway. "Ah, I don't really know what to think of them, actually. The first time I was hopped up on adrenalin and endorphins, by the time I had come off them I was already in the medic room. The second time was tough." He sighed and absently drew patterns on his knees. "I had a near-panic attack right on stage. Grimmjow was very helpful though; he handled it so well I don't think anyone even knew I was freaking out. And afterward, he massaged the knots out of my muscles and we talked for a while. He was so nice about it. At first glance, I didn't take him for a sweet, caring sorta guy, but he is."

Damian hummed. "Yeah, he can be really nice when he's not busy being a douche."

Ichigo winced. "You don't like him?"

"Hm? Oh no, it's not that I don't like him. I like him a lot, actually. It's just how we operate. I snark at him, he snarks right back, occasionally we manage to agree on something. I like annoying him, and he gets annoyed real easy if you know where to push. It's fun."

Ichigo snickered at the smug look that painted his senior's face. "And I take it you know where to push?"

"Of course." Damian smirked, waggling his eyebrows again. "I'm practically a Ph.D in Grimmjow studies."

Ichigo settled more comfortably. He was curious and had a lot of questions, and Damian seemed to be more willing to indulge him than Shinji was. "How long have you known each other?"

"Hmm, almost five years." Damian leaned his head on the edge of the tub to look at the ceiling. The way his head was turned, Ichigo could see a dark brown tattoo of a wolf's head below his ear, its snout raised in a howl. It was as big as his hand. "I was in college when I met him. The first time he helped me get back to my dorm after I got lost. Then we bumped into each other again at a bar, I think it was a few months after our first meeting, and I struck up a conversation with him. And then we landed in bed."

Ichigo looked up at that, eyebrows raised a little in surprise. "Come again?"

"Perhaps if you helped me out..."

Ichigo rolled his eyes when the innuendo registered in his mind, and he kicked Damian in the shin. "You know what I'm talking about, idiot."

The raven haired man snickered, but left it at that. "I was horny and Grimmjow was smokin' hot, I offered, and he accepted. And then we gradually became a friends with benefits kinda thing. But I had a lot of respect and admiration for him too. He was six years my elder, and he sorta became like a mentor-figure to me. I was always getting into trouble, and he was always bailing me out. We went to a lot of places together, like BDSM clubs, and we learned about risk aware consensual kink, aftercare, all that good stuff. And then Circus opened, and we got invites to perform because Shinji had seen us at one of the clubs. Of course, the both of us joined. Then about a year later, he asked me to move in with him."

Ichigo felt his heart lurch a little at that, even if it had no reason to.

"Then a year after that we broke up, but we're still in contact because we run in the same circles. That's it."

Ichigo was disappointed in the lack of detail he got. He wanted to ask, but what if Damian got upset?

"You can ask whatever you want to ask, it's not like I would get upset at you, sweet cheeks."

Ichigo scowled at the pet name. "First off, that's creepy how you seemed to read my mind, and second, don't call me pet names."

"Aww, but I love pet names. How about Ichi, then? Is that better?"

Ichigo sighed, but relented seeing the little pout the other man had on his face. "Fine. You can call me Ichi."

"Yes!" Damian pumped his fist, grinning widely. "So, what did you want to ask me?"

"Um... Why did you break up?"

"Things didn't work out. He asked me to leave, so I did. He hasn't really liked me since then, and I make it worse since I like to piss him off for shits and giggles. But in truth, all the teasing is just my strange sado-masochistic way of getting his attention. I'm not kidding, he is a great person and a great Dom, one of the best I've come across actually. it's quite surprising that he's been single now for two years despite the number of people throwing themselves at his feet." He paused and cocked an eyebrow at Ichigo, smiling slightly. "Why are you so curious, though? You going to try for him?"

"I... No, not really... I mean, like I said, I've known him only for two weeks, basically only for two sessions of exhibition-sex and a massage in the tub. It's a little too early to talk about anything else, don't you think?"

Damian simply stared at him with those deep green eyes of his. "No, not really," he mimicked.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"It's never too early to think about liking someone. You either like them, or you don't, and you," he smirked, jabbing an index finger in Ichigo's chest, "definitely like Grimmjow. I saw it last week when he got pissed I got you first. You were disappointed, weren't you? That you had to turn him down?"

"But- that's-"

"Yes or no, Ichigo."

Ichigo huffed. "Yes. Okay? You happy now?"

"Very."

Ichigo wanted to drown that smug look in the bathwater.

The raven haired man smiled encouragingly. "If you want him, Ichi-chan, go for it. I don't think you'll have much trouble, honestly... As far as I saw, and from what Shin-chan tells me, he's interested in you as well."

Ichigo sighed. "What does this matter to you any way? If you're trying to get his attention, wouldn't it be counterproductive for me to be in this equation?"

A devious smirk made its way onto Damian's face. "I have my reasons."

Ichigo scowled at the man. "I don't even want to know."

Damian laughed. "Good decision!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and climbed out of the water. "What was that ringtone you had on your phone?"

"Just something I came up with when I was in Uni. It's like an homage to porn dialogues. Except I made it about a phone instead of a dick."

Ichigo snorted at the man's nonchalant way of saying absolutely inappropriate things. "You're awful."

"You keep complimenting me like that, Ichigo, and I might think you have the hots for me after all."

Ichigo facepalmed.

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It was a Thursday night, and Ichigo was in Shinji's office to get himself registered on the club's website. He couldn't understand why he couldn't do it himself, but when he'd asked, Shinji had told him that the site manager was the one who did the registering for everyone.

Ichigo had sighed and made his way over.

Imagine his surprise and slight exasperation when the 'site manager' turned out to be one impishly grinning, lollipop sucking Damian Lamb.

"I'm hurt that you're so disappointed to see me." Damian pouted, sticking his orange coloured tongue out at the new comer.

"Well, you have been bugging me all week with your dumb jokes and constant innuendos." Ichigo smirked, causing Shinji to snicker.

"This is why you should be careful with who you give your number to."

Damian huffed. "Yeah yeah, you can't deny that my jokes put a smile on your face."

"More like a palm on my face." Ichigo chuckled. "So you manage the website?"

"Yup." Damian smirked, popping the 'p' at the end. "I told you I went to college right? Well, this is what I went to college for, software and web design, with a minor in cyber security."

"Computer nerd, huh?"

"Through and through. So... Ready to get your performer account?"

Ichigo nodded, and pulled a chair over to sit beside his 'senior'. 'Senior', because even though the man was his elder by two years, and was more experienced than he was, he definitely didn't act like it.

"Why can't I make my own account?"

"Because there is no such provision on the site."

Shinji elaborated. "Otherwise, anyone would be able to join in. Even if we made it admin moderated, it'd just be a hassle because the client would then have to wait for processing and all that. This way, they just come here and let us do all the work. Same thing for the performers. If someone registers claiming to be a performer, how do we know for sure? But mostly it's because my wonderful site manager is too lazy to make it more simple, and too paranoid to let anyone else do his work."

"Shut up Shinji, you can always get someone else to do it if you have a problem with me. And don't lie, you can't find a single fault on the site and that's only because I'm so obsessive compulsive about doing things myself."

"Yes, my dear Damian, no need to get so worked up about it, jeez..."

Ichigo peered at the laptop screen, curious about what was going on. Rows upon rows of code greeted him. "What are you doing now?"

Damian rolled the candy around in his mouth. "I'm adding your profile onto the performers page... Tell me your height and weight."

"Height is five feet nine inches. Weight is 160 pounds."

"Okay... sex is male..." Damian murmured as his fingers clacked on the keys. "Hair colour is orange, eye colour is gold... Sexual orientation and list of preferred kinks? Here, look through this list and tell me everything that applies to you."

"Homosexual," Ichigo replied, and started reading through a sheaf of papers with a list of terms and definitions that Damian handed him . "Holy shit this is a long ass list... Do I only say things that I've done already, or just things I'm open to? And boy I didn't even know half of these things existed."

"Haha, you know what they say about knowledge being an ocean... And yeah, if you would consider doing it, you can put it down on the list. Also, you need to tell me if you only like receiving it, or giving it as well."

"Um... Ok then... General: clothed sex, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, fingerjobs, frottage, handjobs, sexual and non sexual licking, masturbation, orgasm control and denial, strip tease, teasing..."

"Giving and receiving?"

"Yeah. Under anal, it's just anal sex and penetration using dildos or plugs, and rimming."

"Under hard core, there's ass worship, cock/balls worship, double penetration, face fucking, foot play- giving, wrestling, and roleplaying."

The raven haired man hummed. "You ever been dp'd?"

"What?"

"You know, dp? Double penetration? Two dicks in your ass at once?"

"I know what dp is, dumbass!" Ichigo snapped, irritated.

"So... You ever tried it?" Shinji joined in with a big, lecherous grin.

"...No..."

"But you want to?" Damian waggled his eyebrows, his eyes twinkling merrily.

"..."

"Come on Ichigo, it's not like we're gonna tease you..."

"... Yes," Ichigo sighed, hiding his face in his hands and blushing. And then, in a tiny voice, he continued, "It has always been a fantasy of mine."

Damian and Shinji whooped and whistled, causing Ichigo to regret ever opening his mouth, but they didn't say anything else, except for Damian's ominous "Who knows, perhaps it won't be just a fantasy for much longer" and Shinji's evil villain cackle.

"Enough, alright!? Can we get back to the list now?" Ichigo muttered, annoyed.

"Sure sure," his tormentors agreed, all the while grinning like idiots.

"Um... Only fellatio in oral and in cum...Bukkake, creampie, cum bath, cum as lube, cum inside, soft cum facials-"

"Seriously?" Damian gaped, not believing what he was hearing. "Giving or receiving?"

Ichigo forced himself to look unperturbed. "Both. Except for the cum bath, only giving for that."

"Wow, I wouldn't have pegged you for a cum slut, but I guess I was mistaken, huh?"

Ichigo chose to ignore that. "- sloppy seconds and... According to the definition here, Snowballing. I didn't even know that was a thing. And who came up with these names anyway?"

Shinji chuckled. "The powers that be."

Ichigo gave the blond a dirty look. "Right. What else... Why is this list never ending? Damn... Okay... Under non-con, put down non consensual scenes. BDSM... Master/pet, receiving kinbaku, bondage, begging, spanking, sadism, masochism, paddling, hair pulling, and breath play: giving and receiving. Under Gore and blood, simply blood play, thanks.

"Object play.. Uh... Glasses, ice, sex toys, boots, suits, uniforms, leather, hand cuffs, chains, gags, blindfolds, food play. Whew. I'm done."

Then Damian set up Ichigo's club email and gave him his password. Damian was regaling him with an incident that involved a vacuum cleaner and a dog when the door opened and Grimmjow stepped in. He looked surprised but nonetheless pleased to see Ichigo there.

One look at Damian smirking beside him, though, and that went out the window.

"Hey there, Ichigo, Shinji," he spoke, keeping his tone pleasant. Then with a faintly annoyed air, "Brat."

"Asshole," Damian responded, a sweet smile on his face. "How goes things in Douche-ville? Sucky and annoying, I hope?"

Grimmjow glared, but forced his attention back onto Ichigo as he crossed the room to poke around in a file cabinet. "Would you like to do this Saturday's show with me, Ichigo?"

Ichigo's disappointment clearly showed in his face. "I'm sorry, Grimmjow, I made a deal with another person-"

"He's doing a show with Alpha," Damian quipped, the smugness on his face hard to miss. "Made the deal just today morning."

"Alpha's not even in town."

"Yes, but he'll be back Saturday morning. The show, as we all know, is Saturday night, so there is no problem."

Ichigo could see Grimmjow's features darkening, his eyes taking on a furious glint as he clenched his jaws with the need to suppress his anger.

He looked back and forth between the enraged Panther king and the taunting Incubus Prince. Grimmjow looked like he wanted to snap Damian in half.

A part of Ichigo was elated that Grimmjow was so eager to perform with him again. Another part was afraid that the man was going to pop a blood vessel.

Shinji stepped in to smooth things over, used to Grimmjow's quick temper and Damian's love of igniting said temper. "Calm down Grimmjow. Alpha called me earlier, fixed the schedule. I even put it down on the website."

Grimmjow nodded tightly, eyes still burning into Damian who seemed to be enjoying the attention. But before the brunet could open his mouth to start a new fight, Ichigo pitched in. "I'd like to do next week's show with you, if that's alright?"

Grimmjow blinked for a minute, and then his eyes settled on Ichigo with the same burning intensity, but without the violence. "That would be nice. We'll discuss details later, yeah?"

Ichigo smiled. "Of course."

When Grimmjow stepped back out after getting the papers he'd come for, Ichigo sighed. Shinji had started snickering already.

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Ichigo was standing at the door waiting to enter the arena, butterflies in his stomach. He trusted Damian when the man promised him a great time, but he was a little apprehensive. It was the same way his first time as well, and that had turned out great, so maybe this one would as well?

He could hope.

A hand tapped on his shoulder suddenly, and Ichigo nearly screamed.

"Whoa there, didn't mean to frighten you," a smooth, low baritone purred softly.

Ichigo couldn't quite believe his eyes. The man standing in front of him was tall, easily 6'6" or so. He had wavy brown hair that framed his face, a goatee, and a pair of intense, solemn gray eyes that seemed to be regarding him with friendly curiosity.

"Damian was right. You are gorgeous."

Ichigo blushed when the man gently gripped his hand and brought it to his lips to place a soft kiss on his knuckles. "Coyote Starrk, stage name Alpha. Call me Starrk, though, I prefer it. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ichigo."

"I- uh, likewise," Ichigo mumbled. How on earth did Shinji manage to find such stunning creatures to work for him?

"Did Lamb tell you what I had planned for tonight?"

Ichigo was confused for a moment before it registered that 'Lamb' was Damian.

"Yes, he said we're having a freestyle wrestling match, but no blood."

"Yes, that's right. He was pretty excited for today. Let's give him a good show then shall we?" Starrk smiled.

Ichigo grinned, letting some of his stage persona come through. "Let's."

They shook hands, and walked into the well lit arena. As usual, everything else was dark, and Ichigo felt a slight jitter run down his spine at the prospect of being judged by the audience.

He forced himself to calm down and take deep breaths. Really, it was going to be just like another one of his underground matches. There was no need to be nervous.

Hush, everything is alright, Grimmjow's voice echoed in his head, and he smiled slightly as he exhaled his tension along with his carbon dioxide.

They took positions on opposite corners, and Ichigo took the time to observe his opponent from top to bottom.

Alpha appeared completely relaxed, wearing an ensemble of a white muscle shirt, slate coloured track pants, and tape on his feet and ankles. A plain leather cord hung around his neck, but apart from that piece of jewelry, he wore no other adornments. His wavy brown hair framed his face, and his goatee gave him a sort of scruffy yet sophisticated look.

Ichigo had chosen to be more comfortable this time around, so he was wearing a navy blue tshirt with short sleeves and black kung fu pants. He was barefooted as well, with his ankles and feet securely taped.

As they walked toward each other and squared off, Ichigo felt the last of his nerves disappear to be replaced by adrenaline and the rush of a good fight.

The Alpha moved quickly, grabbing his arms and trying to throw him, but Ichigo got out of the grip and came up behind the man to catch him in a pin. Starrk twisted, and bent to lick a stripe on his neck.

The younger man jumped away, holding his wet neck, his golden eyes comically wide. His unspoken 'What the fuck was that?!' was met by a smile and a wink.

Ichigo wiped his neck with the collar of his shirt, and glared at his opponent. So that was how he was going to play? Well, he'd beat him at his own game then.

They grappled again, and Ichigo had almost gotten the man down when he felt that something was off.

Ichigo froze, then blinked and cursed in surprise when a third body joined the fray, one with summer-sky hair and burning sapphire eyes, headed right for him.

Shit, shit, shit!

He immediately released his captive and rounded on his opponents, hell fire burning in his unnatural golden eyes. Starrk had recovered and now stood beside Grimmjow, clutching his right bicep where Ichigo had applied too much pressure.

He registered Grimmjow's sinister grin, and felt the man's intent in his piercing eyes. Mine, it said.

Ichigo successfully managed to keep from shuddering.

He was being tag-teamed. There was only one way this was going to end, and Ichigo could see the pictures in his mind already. And if he was to be honest about it, he couldn't really deny that the thoughts enticed him. But he wasn't going to say that out loud.

Suddenly, Damian's voice played in his head, and realisation dawned as to who the real culprit behind this was. "Perhaps it won't be just a fantasy for much longer..."

Oh, he was going to kill that demon. Painfully. Then he'd leave a thank you note on his grave.

"I thought we could make this match more exciting," Starrk murmured conversationally. "And Panther King was more than happy to accommodate. Isn't that right, Panther?"

"Of course." Grimmjow's eyes gleamed as he took an offensive stance, his black wife beater showcasing his sculpted muscles. "It's my duty to help out a friend in need."

The Panther King licked his lips and smirked. Starrk watched on, amused. Ichigo snarled his (supposed) annoyance.

"I hope you don't mind me joining in, Fang." Grimmjow grinned, clearly enjoying the wary scowl on Ichigo's face. "But the Alpha called me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"I figured you might be more comfortable fighting someone you knew." Starrk smiled lazily.

Ichigo bristled, looking incredulously between the two. "Not together!"

"Oops, my bad." The tall brunet shrugged and grinned, completely unrepentant.

Ichigo stood his ground as his two opponents casually circled him, like two wild animals curious about an intruder they knew was no threat.

Ichigo was tense. He could feel the sweat rolling down his temples and the back of his neck, the hummingbird pace of his heart as adrenaline rushed through this system. His breaths became more rapid and he vaguely remembered how the fight or flight impulse functioned, about circulatory systems and peripheral nervous systems and how they had his body primed for whatever was coming next.

It was an almost transcendental, the way he was so hyperaware of everything inside and around him. He could hear Grimmjow's slightly elevated breathing behind him, could see Starrk subtly flexing his arm to soothe the muscle he'd bruised.

Ichigo crouched and brought his centre of gravity downward, readying himself for their intended attack.

He didn't have to wait long as he heard a growl from behind as Grimmjow charged, and he turned completely to grapple with the Panther King.

It didn't seem right to Ichigo that they were attacking individually. Wouldn't it be more convenient for them if they attacked in tandem? Unless...

Ichigo tried not to leave his back open for the Alpha to take advantage, but it was tough going with the bulkier Panther bearing down on him. When his feet were swiped out, he stumbled as he lost his balance and fell backward.

Right into the arms of the waiting brunet.

Instead of pinning his arms like Ichigo expected, though, Starrk snaked his arms around to fondle his crotch, which was already half erect due to his blood lust and excitement.

Ichigo gasped and tried to arch away, to remove himself from the pleasurable hold, but Starrk simply gripped his hips and pulled him backward, probably leaving finger shaped bruises on his skin.

He growled and dug his nails into Starrk's wrists, and succeeded in prying away his fingers, but by now he was completely hard and throbbing against the waistband of his pants. He elbowed the brunet and smirked when he backed away with a pained grunt, but quickly found himself pulled into Grimmjow's arms for a bruising kiss.

The blunet easily slipped his hands under the elastic of Ichigo's pants to squeeze the supple muscles in his ass, and Ichigo moaned even as he tried to pull the large hands away.

By the time Ichigo realised what a pickle he'd gotten himself into, it was too late.

He was sandwiched between the taller men, with his back to Starrk and his pelvis against Grimmjow's. The Panther King's belt buckle pressed into his hip. A hand grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head backward, and Ichigo winced as a sharp set of teeth latched onto the side of his neck. His lips were caught in a violent, open mouthed kiss that tasted like mint and hunger.

Ichigo nipped on a plump bottom lip and was rewarded with a low growl and the rich tang of blood, and he licked the cut to get more of the taste in his mouth. Grimmjow ripped his lips away, and Fang was not pleased. "Hey, I was getting to the good part!"

Grimmjow sucked his lip and grinned. "Sucks to be you, huh?"

"Speaking of sucking," Starrk purred, undoing the drawstrings of his pants, "come here."

Ichigo rolled his eyes at the cliche, and four hands manhandled him till he was on his knees and facing a long, hard cock rising from a thatch of neatly trimmed brown hair.

Ichigo stared, a little wide eyed and apprehensive. He wasn't sure how he'd take it into his mouth. God had been really generous when he made Starrk.

A tan hand carded through his hair and tugged lightly, pulling him toward the hard organ, and Ichigo resisted, trying to tug the hand away. "Don't rush me."

Starrk chuckled and stopped his pushing, but he still kept his fingers entangled in bright orange hair. He turned to Grimmjow with an amused smirk. "Now I see what you meant, Panther."

The Panther King returned his smirk, his smug satisfaction clearly evident on his face as if he was showing off a prized possession. "Of course. When am I ever wrong?"

Though it niggled at Ichigo that Grimmjow had been talking behind his back and was essentially claiming him without his consent, he couldn't help but feel a little thrill at Grimmjow's obvious pride in him.

He raised his hands and placed them on Starrk's hips, crumpling the cotton of his shirt in his fingers. Spreading his knees a little, he leaned in and licked a stripe from base to tip, and smirked a little at the hitch of breath from the brunet. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a tattoo of a howling wolf's head on the man's left hip.

Grimmjow reached down for the hem of Ichigo's shirt, and he raised his arms to allow the garment to come off.

As soon as the shirt was out of the way, he went back to his task, moving one hand to wrap around the base of the thick erection and the other to hold Starrk's calf.

A few long licks and Ichigo got into the swing of things, taking the flared head into his mouth and sucking gently before taking more, reveling in the soft grunts his efforts produced.

He closed his eyes as a big, callused hand slid down the side of his face and gripped his jaw, its movements slow and gentle. A thumb pressed lightly at the corner of his lips, and Ichigo obeyed, letting Alpha out of his mouth and closing his lips around the slightly salty thumb. The fingers still along his jaw turned his face a little to the right, and the thumb withdrew.

"Mmm, my turn."

Ichigo opened his eyes to be faced with another magnificent specimen of male perfection, the shaft a little curved and leaking pre-cum down the flared head. Grimmjow was a little thicker than Starrk, and Ichigo knew first hand how well he'd be filled and stretched by the muscular man. He raised his face to the man standing above him, his golden eyes meeting and capturing glacial blue. He licked his lips, making sure Grimmjow got a good show as he sensually dragged his blue tongue along his bottom lip, and smirked when the grip on his jaw tightened.

"Show us what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart," The Panther King smirked down at him, "and we'll give you a reward."

"What if I don't want your reward?" Ichigo grinned mischievously, holding on to Grimmjow's denim clad thighs as he placed a little kiss on the head of his cock. "What if I want something else?"

"That would just be too bad," Starrk cooed from behind him, startling him a little, "because prey don't get the freedom to choose their prize."

"I'm sure you'll like what we have planned though," Grimmjow purred, seeking to amend the alarmed look on Ichigo's face, threading both his hands through orange hair and tugging just enough to be pleasant, "for a little cum slut like you, it's right up your alley."

Ichigo frowned, but before he could open his mouth to object, he was shoved down on the Panther King's heavy cock. A low, warning growl erupted from Grimmjow's throat as he scraped his teeth lightly along the sensitive skin. Ichigo paid no heed and continued sucking the same way, relishing the light tremors that coursed through the man's body, and the reflexive tightening of the fingers in his hair. Grimmjow's skin was velvety soft, and for some reason he was extremely amused by the colour of the man's pubes. (They were blue! Blue! Not any weirder than his own orange, but still!) He closed his eyes, deeply inhaling the musky-minty smell that was purely Panther King. He moved in closer, taking the whole thing in his mouth till he was nuzzling the man's crotch. The scent was heady and intoxicating, fresh and dark at the same time.

Just when Ichigo was getting to the good part and Grimmjow's breath had become forcefully slow and deep, another hand wrenched him away and towards Alpha.

"I think I'm done waiting, little Fang."

Ichigo panted, the spot light suddenly jarring after having kept his eyes closed for a while, and he squinted and shied away from the hand.

"Get us off together, why don't you? Should save us some time. I'd like to actually fuck you by sometime tonight."

The orangette snorted at Grimmjow's impatience, but he did as he was told. He gripped both their cocks in his hands and began stroking at an even pace, looking into their faces with a smirk as he did so. Grimmjow looked down at him with a feral grin, and Starrk favoured him with a lazy, laid back smile.

The two Tops positioned themselves so they were both standing in front of him, the Panther King with a hand in his hair, and the Alpha with a hand on his neck.

"Quite an interesting set of kinks you have on your profile, sweetheart. Gave us a great idea on what to do with you."

Starrk chuckled. "Interesting indeed. Looking at your cocky personality, one couldn't have guessed."

"There's a lot of thing you couldn't guess about me," Ichigo grinned, and winced slightly as the hand in his hair tightened.

"We're more than willing to find out," a rough baritone growled out, and Grimmjow was pulling him forward by his hair, tugging his head back a little and pressing on his jaw so his mouth opened.

And then Ichigo felt the taste of cum in his mouth, and warmth of the liquid in stripes across his cheeks, lips and chin.

Grimmjow was salty-sweet, and Ichigo swallowed almost reflexively, licking his lips with a hum to get at more of the taste. There was something so arousing, so basely right about being marked by a lover's cum on his face. And since the lover was Grimmjow, well, it was ten times more satisfying. By the look on Grimmjow's face, Ichigo was sure he shared the same views.

The Panther King looked suitably pleased, and his oceanic eyes glittered with satisfaction as he stared down at the orangette's cum-spattered face. It was humbling, and yet a massive stroke to his ego when his partners agreed to let him mark them on their face. It was, in a sense, a sort of token of ownership, of trust and submission, and it gave him a rush to leave his scent on the delectable, exotic man kneeling in front of him.

A low purr rolled out of the blunette's smirking lips as he swiped some cum from Ichigo's soft cheek and pushed the soiled thumb between his plump lips. His smirk widened when his prey immediately clamped said lips around his thumb and sucked furiously.

"Now let me have a go," Starrk rumbled into his ear, and Grimmjow accommodated him, subconsciously nuzzling the taller man's jaw and neck as his grip loosened on his prey's face.

The little action did not go unnoticed by Ichigo, who found it intriguing that the viciously dominant Grimmjow would submit to another's power, as the gesture implied.

He didn't get to dwell on it however, as Starrk yanked on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to the man's reddened arousal. "Close your eyes," came the stern command, and Ichigo did so, letting his mouth hang open just a little bit, still keeping up his stroking.

Starrk came a few seconds later, again on his cheeks, across his nose and a little on his forehead. Before Ichigo could reach up to wipe it off, though, he was stopped, and Starrk did the wiping for him.

"You shouldn't waste lube, little Fang. Wouldn't want us to take you dry now, would we?"

"Using cum as lube, dirty and yet so undeniably sexy at the same time," Grimmjow supplied, pulling Ichigo up from his knees to place a possessive kiss on his lips.

"Why else did you think I like it so much?" Ichigo grinned, winking up at the muscular blue eyed man even as he felt his pants slide off his bottom, courtesy of Starrk.

"Why else indeed?" Grimmjow retorted as he easily lifted the lithe man by his thighs, laughing as he startled and yelped. Ichigo shot him a dirty look, but he wrapped his legs around him anyway.

Fang grabbed two hand fulls of blue hair and tugged, feeling victorious when Grimmjow winced in discomfort. Ah, pay back. He attacked the man's mouth with his own, tangling together in a more substantial kiss.

Starrk positioned himself behind Ichigo, and nuzzled the boy's tan neck, nipping occasionally as Ichigo continued playing tonsil hockey with Grimmjow. Cerulean eyes opened and caught his own storm gray ones, and a silent signal was exchanged.

Grimmjow moved his hands from Fang's thighs to his bottom, and lightly parted his ass cheeks to expose his pink entrance to the older man.

Starrk bit down on a tanned shoulder to distract Ichigo, and slowly worked in two cum-slick fingers.

Ichigo didn't really register the entry and subsequent exit of the first two fingers, but when the number changed to four, he let out a gasp of discomfort.

Grimmjow initiated another rough kiss, nibbling at a reddened lower lip as he kneaded the ass in his hands. Starrk caught an earlobe between his teeth at the same time his fingers hit Ichigo's prostate, making the boy's already frazzled mind completely short circuit.

Ichigo arched his back and moaned as Starrk pressed on his pleasure button rhythmically, sending fire roaring through his veins.

He buried his face in Grimmjow's neck, thankful for the bigger man's anchoring scent.

The blunet strengthened his hold on Ichigo as Starrk's large, slender fingered hand curled around his revived erection and pumped, lubing him up. By the wetness and smooth glide of the hand on him, Grimmjow could tell it was real lubricant. Of course, the Alpha would never risk hurting a bottom unnecessarily.

Ichigo was panting into Grimmjow's neck, and the Panther could feel the man's eyelashes fluttering against his pulse. He gave a reassuring squeeze to the plush ass in his hold before he slightly hefted him in his arms and entered him slowly, shuddering at how the passage embraced him within its snug warmth. "Ugh, so fucking tight!"

Ichigo keened into Grimmjow's neck and dug furrows into his shoulders with his sharp nails, feeling the intrusion rub along his prostate and causing his toes to curl. Even though this was the third time that Grimmjow was fucking him, he still burned oh-so-good when the man stretched him open.

The Alpha molded himself along Ichigo's back and ran soothing circles on the boy's stomach with one hand, using the other to lube himself up. Ichigo was incredibly tight, a fact that had been established when the channel had squeezed the hell out of his fingers earlier. And according to Damian, Ichigo had never taken two cocks at once. So he needed to be extra careful, especially since both he and Grimmjow were rather well endowed in the manhood department.

Once Grimmjow was fully seated, Alpha snaked one hand to hold Ichigo around his chest and tease his nipples, while he inserted two fingers alongside the Panther's cock. Making sure there was plenty of lube and that Fang was sufficiently stretched, he withdrew and wiped his hand on his pants.

Moving both his hands to Ichigo's bottom, he felt Grimmjow move his own hands to support compactly muscled thighs. "Ready, little one?"

"Nnnh- wha?"

"Your fantasies are going to come to life." Grimmjow purred into his Fang's ear, grinning madly. "Relax and breathe deep."

Ichigo nodded tightly, part excited and part nervous. Grimmjow alone was a tight fit, and it had been quite a stretch to take fingers along side it, how could he have hoped to fit another cock in there?

Too late to back out now Kurosaki.

His breath hitched when he felt Starrk position himself, and he grit his teeth in preparation for what was about to come next.

And then there was searing pain and the feeling of being torn apart, and Ichigo screamed his agony right into Grimmjow's ear, probably deafening the man, but fuck if Ichigo cared at that moment.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!"

Grimmjow hissed when Starrk joined him, the man's cock rubbing against his own and creating a delicious friction that had him seeing stars for a moment. And then Ichigo began screaming bloody murder, and both he and the Alpha had to take emergency remedial measures or risk hurting their partner.

"Shhhhh, sweetheart, you need to breathe..."

"You're doing well, little one, it'll get better in a bit, just relax..."

Alpha and Panther shared a look over a still screaming Ichigo's shoulder.

Nope. Time for plan B, then.

Stark moved for Ichigo's dick with one hand and rubbing his nipples with the other, and Grimmjow attacked the man's lips, engaging him in a rough, painful kiss, swallowing his screams and forcing the man to breathe through his nose. Ichigo gasped and bucked and cursed at the stimulation to the three places- FUCKINGHELLStarrkjust rammed intohisprostate- make that four places, and the pain turned from Oh-Gods-help-me-I'm-dying to Oh-Gods-don't-ever-let-it-stop in no time. "Ah- Ahh! Shit!"

Grimmjow pulled back from the kiss with a wild smirk: his masochistic little newbie was pulling through just fine and by the looks of it, was ready for more.

Ichigo let his head fall back onto the Alpha's shoulders and moaned brokenly, his eyes clenched shut with pleasure and fingers entangled in the Panther King's feathery blue locks.

The Alpha smirked and placed a little kiss on his nose, non-verbally telling him how proud he was. He and Grimmjow set a punishing pace, moving in tandem, one entering while the other withdrew, keeping up a near constant barrage on their little Fang's prostate, till the boy's voice was nothing more than one long, hoarse, keening noise.

He pressed closer, and helped support more of the boy's weight so the Panther could untangle his legs from around his waist and drape them over his shoulders instead, contorting the slender body and opening it up completely.

Once Grimmjow had his weight completely, Ichigo pulled the man forward for a kiss, one more gentle and simply seeking nearness, feeling an urge to taste the man and imbibe more of his addictive scent. He nipped on the cut he'd made earlier, just because he could, and greedily lapped at the crimson that welled. A nip to his neck made him flinch and pull away, only to see Starrk continue where he'd left off. Ichigo purred at the sight of his two partners kissing over his shoulder. His breath hitched as Grimmjow opened his crystal blue eyes to pin him with a smouldering gaze even as he kissed the Alpha.

Soon the thrusts began to increase in pace and vigor, and Grimmjow began cussing lowly, sweat dripping down his temples and neck at the exertion of holding up Ichigo's weight and thrusting at the same time.

Ichigo's breaths came out in harsh pants and broken exclamations, his head lolling back onto Starrk's broad shoulder as he fought to not black out from the intense sensations coursing through his body. His nose filled with the scent of sweat, mint, and the smell in the air right before a thunderstorm, a smell he vaguely identified as coming from Starrk.

The Alpha tightened his grip on Ichigo's arousal, stroking in time to his thrusting, all the while focused on how Ichigo was reacting to the stimulation and how the Panther was holding up. Grimmjow had great stamina, yes, but they had been at it for quite a while tonight. Wouldn't do to overexert himself and get hurt. Muscle spasms could be an almighty bitch.

"I- I- ah! Almost- Almost there," Ichigo bit out in between gasps and moans, arching and thrashing his head against the Alpha, and all his muscles clenched and shivered as he advanced toward the finish line at breakneck speed.

"That's it, fuck, sweetheart, so fucking good," Grimmjow growled, eyes closed in concentration as he focused on the delicious milking sensation around his cock. His own climax was almost upon him, and he'd be damned if he came before the newbie.

Starrk sucked on a spot below Ichigo's ear, placing his unoccupied hand onto Grimmjow's hip and squeezing, another signal.

"Come now, my little Fang," he purred, and Ichigo thrashed, climaxing with a force that sent his mind hurtling into the stratosphere, spots exploding across his vision.

"FUCK!" The Panther King roared, Ichigo's shuddering channel too much for his already precarious hold, and his own orgasm crashed through him, more powerful than any he'd experienced in quite a while.

Compared to the other two, Starrk's orgasm came silently, but with just as much power. He shuddered into the boy's sweat drenched orange hair and breathed deeply, waiting for his heart to stop thudding a dubstep track in his ribcage.

There was dead silence all around save for their harsh panting and erratic heart beats. The Alpha shot a tired, yet sated smile to the Panther King and got a proud, smug grin in return. Moon's Fang looked at both of them with a completely blissed out expression on his youthful face, golden eyes half lidded and just this side of awake, petal pink lips curled in a grin that was much too endearing to be on a sex-ruined adult's face.

"So much better than my fantasies."

**********continues...

So, Yukinome23, you reading this?

Also note: You know this already, but mostly everything I write in this story is completely pulled out my ear. In real life, Ichigo'd need a heck of a lot more prep before being able to take two huge dicks at once. And also, there is such a thing as a refractory period, and Grimm and Starrk should not have been able to get erect again so soon. So as far as realism goes, when it comes to the smutty bits, please bear in mind that there's a lot of creative embellishment going on (for entertainment purposes). I do try to keep it as realistic as possible, but sometimes, the smut calls for it, and what the smut wants, the smut gets, ya know?

Nope, I have no idea why I suddenly felt the need to point that out. I just needed to.

Do let me know what you think, and thank you so much for reading!