Warnings: Language, Sexual situations (*snort*), and some orgy-ness (I kid you not), Nnoitra's atrocious text-spelling
Circus
Chapter 5
Starrk walked ahead and Grimmjow carried Ichigo in his arms despite the latter's feeble protests that he was fine.
A simple "That's what you think" from Grimmjow shut him up.
Ichigo sulked outwardly even though he was actually grateful. He didn't think he could even stand, let alone walk in the state he was in right now.
He wasn't going to try this again for a loooong time.
His tired musings were interrupted when Starrk opened the door and was met with a jubilant yell of 'Alpha!' and an armful of eager black haired man.
Ichigo watched in slight awe as Starrk barely took two steps back and then righted himself, his arms coming to wrap around the man in a secure hold as Damian attacked his mouth for kisses.
"I've missed you!" Damian practically screeched, wrapping his body around the larger man like a baby monkey. "You left me alone for three weeks, you meanie!"
Oh, Ichigo thought. So he was right about what the wolf tattoos meant.
Ichigo vaguely felt like he was forgetting something when his sleepy gaze fell on the black haired man. He was sure it was something important, now just what was it... Ah yes, he was supposed to be murdering the man wasn't he...
Ichigo narrowed his eyes and prepared to give Damian a verbal lashing, but Grimmjow gently lowered him into the tub and got in behind him, and then all thoughts of murder and payback floated out of his mind like wispy clouds, and his breath left him in a quiet sigh.
He relaxed into the bigger man's hold and let himself be moved around like a doll. Well, he couldn't have moved on his own anyway, because his limbs felt like boiled noodles and the only way he even knew they were still attached to him was because he could see them.
After the loud, ecstatic welcome, Starrk let go of his partner and gently chided him to tone down his voice, because they were in the R&R room after all, and no resting or recovering could be accomplished when someone was yammering away at ninety decibels.
Damian simply grinned apologetically and turned to shoot a look at Ichigo, his grin widening at the sleepy glare the man was giving him. Oh there'd be hell to pay later, but the show had been more than worth it.
He shifted his gaze to Grimmjow and openly snickered at the man's self satisfied smirk.
Grimmjow on the other hand, was in too much of a good mood that he wasn't even bothered by the unspoken taunt. Sex with Starrk was always a good thing, and sex with Starrk where they tag-teamed Ichigo was an experience beyond words, and nothing could ruin the post-sex haze that pleasantly rolled around in his head.
He settled in completely and wrapped his arms around Ichigo's middle, pulling him close and snug against his chest. To his not-so-secret delight, Ichigo snuggled right back into him.
Ichigo watched through half-lidded eyes as Starrk ushered his boyfriend out of the room with promises of Italian for dinner and shower sex for dessert, before closing the door gently and walking to the jacuzzi.
Grimmjow moved his legs out of the way so Starrk could comfortably stretch out, his back to the door and legs running anti-parallel to Grimmjow's own. Ichigo's legs were curled up a little, and Starrk pulled them into his lap so he could give him a light foot massage. Grimmjow settled for gently prodding at Ichigo's thighs.
Ichigo's eyes slipped closed and he moaned at the gentle touches, feeling nothing but bliss.
"How are you feeling, Ichigo?"
Sleepy golden eyes blinked open to stare at the source of the low baritone, causing Starrk to chuckle lightly. Ichigo scowled. "I'm going to kill that stupid Damian."
Grimmjow laughed from behind him, "You weren't complaining at the time it happened."
"Well, you try processing thoughts when two huge dicks are tearing you open, alright?"
This caused both Starrk and Grimmjow to go off into another bout of laughter, and Ichigo pouted. "It's really not that funny. I was totally not prepared for something like that to happen."
"Are you upset?" Starrk asked, concern etched into his gray eyes, all his focus centered on Ichigo.
The intensity of the look made the younger man shiver a little.
"We're sorry," Grimmjow put in from behind, his large hands squeezing Ichigo's hips a little. "We wouldn't have done something like that if we knew you couldn't handle it. One word that you didn't want it and I would have backed off."
Starrk nodded. "Of course. I'm sure you know what we think about consent. We would never have forced you."
Ichigo nodded. "I did enjoy myself, and I don't regret it at all. You don't have to worry about consent issues or anything, but my ass hurts!"
"Well, that's to be expected when 'two huge dicks are tearing you open', right?"
Ichigo blushed and whacked Grimmjow's thigh. "Shut up."
Grimmjow just cackled, and Starrk grinned wide before he yawned. "I better get going now, or Lamb will come barging in again. See you soon, little one, panther."
He knelt and pressed a kiss to Ichigo's temple, and one to the corner of Grimmjow's lips, and then he was stepping out of the tub and drying himself off.
Ichigo opened his mouth only after the man left, very curious about what he'd seen just now, and also in the ring. "So, what is it with Starrk?"
Grimmjow let go of Ichigo so they could side by side and properly look at each other when they spoke. He stretched one leg out and bent the other at the knee, and Ichigo sat cross legged. "Starrk is the Alpha. He was the first person here, and he's also the oldest of us, so it's like a seniority thing."
Ichigo nodded. "So, you submit to him? I was under the impression that you bowed to no one..."
Grimmjow chuckled lightly. "I don't. It's a privilege only Alpha gets, because, well, I don't really think I have to explain it."
They shared a conspiratorial look before they burst into laughter, Ichigo not needing any explanations about what the blue eyed man meant.
"What about the fights then? If someone beats you, then you have to submit to them, right?"
"If someone beats me. And that's not going to happen any time soon."
Ichigo gave him a calculating look. "But. Theoretically. If someone beats you, then you'd have to submit, right?"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'd have to submit."
"But if you don't like bottoming, then wouldn't that be non-consent?"
"Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Let's stop mulling over the impossible, yeah? Now let's get out, we're starting to prune."
Ichigo hummed and wobbled out of the tub, plans forming in his head already.
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MatchingUpholstery joined the group
LongAndHard: Whos d new member?
HornyDemonBrat: Ichigo, our newest. Remember the sexy dude that Jaegerjackass landed without telling anyone?
LongAndHard: D hot orange haired hottie?
HornyDemonBrat: The one and only. XD
LongAndHard: What's with the name?
69IsNotAnOffer: You mean it in the 'carpet matches the drapes' sense right?
MatchingUpholstery: Haha, yeah
LongAndHard: Hahaha, I lyk u, v shud totally spar once
MatchingUpholstery: Sure, why not!
69IsNotAnOffer: Welcome to the Circus, Ichigo! :)
MatchingUpholstery: Thanks! This is Shuuhei, right? :)
69IsNotAnOffer: Yup! You know Brat is Damian, and the one with the dick reference is Nnoitra.
MatchingUpholstery: I could guess :P
69IsNotAnOffer: I feel sorry for you now that you're in the group. I hope you have a high tolerance for stupidity.
LongAndHard: Who r u gettin at, fuckface?
HornyDemonBrat: The fact that you need to ask is very telling :P
LongAndHard: Oi, Fuck you!
HornyDemonBrat: haha, maybe later. And guys! I'm lookin for a partner for next Thursday's third slot. Place your bids and tell me how you plan to ravage my beautiful body.
69IsNotAnOffer: What's the starting bid?
HornyDemonBrat: Nothing. I'm leaving it open.
LongAndHard: In dat case, hw abt a wrstlin shw?
HornyDemonBrat: And what's my incentive?
LongAndHard: my dick up ur ass?
HornyDemonBrat: piss off Jiruga. Goods or nothing.
SexyAndIKnowIt: I'll get you the beta version of Hollow World: Hogyoku if you let me whip you and then fuck you.
HornyDemonBrat: Interesting offer, Renji-kins, but I'll see what everyone else has first.
HornyDemonBrat: Ichigoooo, why aren't you makin any offers!
MatchingUpholstery: Ah, but I only do shows on Saturdays, remember?
HornyDemonBrat: AWWWWW DX
MatchingUpholstery: Maybe next time?
HornyDemonBrat: Of course, m holdin you to that.
Divalicious: How about ten bars of Toblerone to let me tie you up and then keep you from coming?
HornyDemonBrat: ... Only 10? Come on Yumi, you can do better than that!
Divalicious: Haha, okay, how about fifteen?
HornyDemonBrat: Make that 20 and I'll wheedle Starrk into joining too!
Divalicious: DONE!
HornyDemonBrat: XD *confetti emojis*
ICouldBeSleepingNow: I'm concerned that I'm only worth five chocolate bars.
HornyDemonBrat: WTF, Starrk, you're supposed to be making dinner!
ICouldBeSleepingNow: It's not like I can't cook and text at the same time, lamb.
HornyDemonBrat: I wouldn't know, SINCE YOU NEVER LET ME INTO THE KITCHEN DX
DoILookLikeAGeezer: Of course he doesn't, we don't your house blowing up now do we :D
HornyDemonBrat: Go die, Kensei e_e
HornyDemonBrat: It isn't such a big deal! Everyone has accidents in the kitchen! Even Neliel burned her toast the other day!
69IsNotAnOffer: I don't think burnt toast and exploded ovens can be compared, D ^_^;
MatchingUpholstery: You blew up an oven, Damian?
ICouldBeSleepingNow: He was trying to make popcorn.
69IsNotAnOffer: We were in the living room when we heard this explosion from the kitchen. Smoke and pieces of metal and plastic everywhere. Started an electrical fire.
DoILookLikeAGeezer: Most interesting movie night ever :D
Divalicious: And then the fire alarms went off and everybody had to evacuate the building.
69IsNotAnOffer: yeah, even the fire department came in
Divalicious: Sooo many hunky firemen ;) ;)
SexyAndIKnowIt: I agree, they were FINE
LongAndHard: Men in uniforms, I tell ya
Divalicious: Mmmmmm
69IsNotAnOffer: And that's how we learned to never let Damian into a kitchen again.
DoILookLikeAGeezer: And he has never been able to live it down since.
SexyAndIKnowIt: Prince Damian of the Exploding Ovens :D
LongAndHard: He s so hot he makes ovens blow up js by lukin at dem :P
HornyDemonBrat: AT LEAST I DON'T FUCK TO JUSTIN BIEBER JIRUGA YOU ASSHOLE
LongAndHard: SHUT UP YA FUCKIN FAGGOT BITCH
LongAndHard: DAT WS AN ACCIDNT
LongAndHard: I DIN EVN KNOW IT WS ON MY PLAYLIST
Divalicious: Of course you didn't XP
SexyAndIKnowIt: How come we've never heard of this before?
HornyDemonBrat: baby, baby, baby oohhh, like
LongAndHard: SHUT DA FUCK UP
HornyDemonBrat: Baby, baby, baby, nooo, like
LongAndHard: YOU SON OF A BITCH MOTHERFUCKER
HornyDemonBrat: baby, baby, baby oohhh, like
HornyDemonBrat: I thought you'd always be mine, miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... *crash*
69IsNotAnOffer: What's that at the end?
HornyDemonBrat: The sound of Nnoitra's ipod meeting it's maker XD XD XD
MatchingUpholstery: hahaha! :D
Divalicious: ROFL XD
69IsNotAnOffer: LOL :D
SexyAndIKnowIt: EPIC XD
LongAndHard: Fuck all u fucktards
DoILookLikeAGeezer: Aw, poor Nnoitra is butt hurt I see
ICouldBeSleepingNow: Perhaps a nice massage with Bieber playing in the background will fix him :]
LongAndHard: I swear 2 god I wl torch all ur cars
SexyAndIKnowIt: XD XD
LetMeWhipYou: Heyyy people! ^o^
LetmeWhipYou: I just thought of something!
LongAndHard: Christ woman, tone it dwn wit d sparkles
LetMeWhipYou: Shut up Nnoitra
LetMeWhipYou: Anyway!
LetmeWhipYou: It's been too long since we had a party, ne? Why don't we throw one?
ICouldBeSleepingNow: Good idea, Nel. We should give Ichigo a chance to mingle
MatchingUpholstery: Ah, I don't really think that's necessary
69IsNotAnOffer: No, Starrk is right, you've been here a month but we haven't gotten to know you well
Divalicious: Shuu Chan is correct
LetMeWhipYou changed the subject to PARTY TIME!
Boobtastic: Party? When and where?
ICouldBeSleepingNow: How do you always manage to pop up at the mention of a party?
Boobtastic: I'm gifted like that ;)
LetMeWhipYou: Yoruichi! Hi!
Boobtastic: :D hey!
69IsNotAnOffer: Ok, so whose place?
HornyDemonBrat: Shinji's of course
MatchingUpholstery: Don't we need to ask first?
LongAndHard: nah, v alwez use his place
Boobtastic: Popping up without announcement to see him go ballistic is half the fun :P
LetMeWhipYou: True :D
HornyDemonBrat: Even if he pitches a fit, me and Nel will handle him
LetMeWhipYou: ;D
69IsNotAnOffer: This Sunday then?
69IsNotAnOffer: At 10 pm?
HornyDemonBrat: Cool!
Divalicious: I'm in
LongAndHard: me 2
ICouldBeSleepingNow: Not like I'll be allowed to miss it anyway.
Divalicious: I'll bring Ikkaku
DoILookLikeAGeezer: I'm coming
LetMeWhipYou: Ichigo?
MatchingUpholstery: Sure, I guess
HornyDemonBrat: Awesome! :D
HornyDemonBrat: Who else do we call?
Boobtastic: Kisuke will want to come
SexyAndIKnowIt: No Aizen, no Gin, no Szayel
SexyAndIKnowIt: please
Divalicious: Seconded
LetMeWhipYou: Yeah, lets not do that =/
HornyDemonBrat: Szayel I get, but why Sos and Gin? They're pretty nice :|
SexyAndIKnowIt: O_o
Divalicious: O-O
69IsNotAnOffer: Erm, really, D?
HornyDemonBrat: Yeah, they're ok
LongAndHard: Ur js sayin dat cz dey giv u free chocolate
LongAndHard: whch s creepy
HornyDemonBrat: No it's not!
ICouldBeSleepingNow: We're not calling them, end of discussion.
HornyDemonBrat: But but but
ICouldBeSleepingNow: D, we're setting this over dinner, don't start here.
HornyDemonBrat: yeah yeah :/
MatchingUpholstery: What about Grimmjow?
HornyDemonBrat: Grimmjow, huh? Sure, why not
HornyDemonBrat: Starrk'll do that
HornyDemonBrat: Right? :D
ICouldBeSleepingNow: Sigh
ICouldBeSleepingNow: Not like I have a choice.
ICouldBeSleepingNow: So who else?
Boobtastic: What about Tia and her posse?
LetMeWhipYou: I don't think they'll want to come, but I can ask them.
HentaiSadist: Mashiro and I are going to the hot springs this weekend
LetMeWhipYou: Boooo Lisa :/
HentaiSadist: Maybe next time
69IsNotAnOffer: What about Love and Rose?
HentaiSadist: How would I know?
69IsNotAnOffer: Er...
DoILookLikeAGeezer: No, they won't be coming, they're going out somewhere
Divalicious: Aw, too bad
LongAndHard: v still hav enuf pepl comin
69IsNotAnOffer: BYOB?
HornyDemonBrat: BYOB.
Divalicious: Food?
SexyAndIKnowIt: Pizza?
SexyAndIKnowIt: I'll buy this time.
LongAndHard: alwez up 4 free fud
HornyDemonBrat: Awesome. I'll come pick you up at your place Ichi
MatchingUpholstery: Sure. You know where I live?
HornyDemonBrat: Of course
MatchingUpholstery: ...
MatchingUpholstery: How?
HornyDemonBrat: Ahaha
MatchingUpholstery: DID YOU GO THROUGH MY PERSONAL RECORDS
MatchingUpholstery: DAMIAN YOU WILY BASTARD
HornyDemonBrat: OH LOOK DINNER'S DONE HAHAHAHA BYEEE ^o^
MatchingUpholstery: He's dead. I'm gonna kill him.
69IsNotAnOffer: Don't. He always brings the best booze.
MatchingUpholstery: Sigh, I suppose you're right -.-
LetMeWhipYou: See you on Sunday, guys!
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It was almost nine o clock, and Ichigo was waiting at the sidewalk in front of his apartment. He had two shopping bags full of beer, and people were staring at him curiously.
He had been told to dress casual, so he'd opted for a comfortable, black v-neck shirt and slim fit blue jeans and sneakers. He was a little nervous, though, because today would be the day he got to actually meet the people he'd only had electronic conversations with.
He was pacing restlessly, checking his watch, when the purring sound of an extremely expensive engine reached his ears.
His eyes, as well as those of every other person on the street widened as they followed the path of a sleek silver Rolls Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe till it stopped right in front of him.
Ichigo felt his jaw literally drop at the sight of the two people sitting in the car.
"How much money do you guys make!?"
Damian raised his aviators and shot him an impish wink, and Starrk simply smiled at him.
"Get in already, Ichi-chan, we have a party to get to!"
When Ichigo still stood there, gaping and sputtering at the incredible piece of machinery in front of him, Damian huffed and got out of the car and simply pushed Ichigo into his seat, before lifting Ichigo's bags of beer and placing them in the back seat along with the rest of the drinks they'd bought, and hopped in behind the younger man.
"Bu- but... You were sitting here..."
Starrk smirked at him. "It's a better seat if you want to fiddle around with the dashboard, yes?"
Ichigo blinked before he gave a whoop of joy and immediately began running his hands all over everything he could reach. "Seriously, how can you guys afford this?!"
Damian poked his head in between the two front seats as Stark started driving again, chuckling at the look of bliss on Ichigo's face as he buried himself in the heavenly white leather seats. "Well, it's mostly money from performances at the club, but we also invest a lot in stocks and property, so yeah, I guess you can say we're pretty loaded."
The brown eyed man casually checked out what both pf them were wearing, and assured himself when they were also dressed just as casually as he was: Damian in a loose graphic t-shirt and basketball shorts, and Starrk in a button up and black denims. "What do you guys do when you're not performing, then?"
"I'm an architect, and Lamb here does a lot of web design and blog writing. Most of the people in Circus have low-key jobs, except Kensei. He owns a night club, and Shuuhei is a DJ so he's pretty popular too."
Ichigo nodded in understanding, taking in the roads and buildings as they drove past them, the smooth thrum of the engine a constant reminder of the pile of money he was sitting in. He'd been to Damian's house a couple of times when they had rehearsed for their show, but he'd never really gotten used to being around expensive things. Being a part of an average middle class household, he found it a little unsettling. Sometimes it was so hard to come to terms with the fact that pretty soon, he would be making piles of money too. How would he explain it to his family?
"Cool, we're here!"
Ichigo snapped out of his thoughts when Starrk pulled into the basement parking lot in one of the luxury apartment complexes in a trendy part of town. Everything was shiny and looked new, and the array of sports cars and motorbikes in the garage only added to the class of the building.
As they got out of the car, Ichigo was tackled from behind and nearly fell over. "Hi Itsygo!"
Ichigo untangled himself from the woman's death grip and turned around to give her a light hug. "Hi, Nel."
Nel caught both Damian and Stark in a group bear hug as well, before they all trooped to the elevators, bags of alcohol in hand.
"I saw Kensei's Aston and Renji's Audi while I was parking. And Yoruichi texted that she and Kissu would be here by quarter past ten," Nell piped up, keeping her bag on the floor, smoothing out her baby blue t-shirt and yellow shorts and checking her phone. "Oh, and Nnoitra's on his way."
Damian counted them off on his fingers. "Hmm. So that's six people accounted for, 'cuz Shuu always comes with Kensei, plus four of us. Who else?"
"Yumichika and Ikkaku should be here soon. And Grimmjow will be here a little after half past, he said he had some stuff to do." Starrk leaned against the back of the elevator, looking for all the world like he could take a nap right then and there.
"Are you ok, Starrk? You look really tired," Ichigo ventured, a little concerned.
Nell laughed. "Oh no, Itsygo, that's how he always is. He could wake up after sleeping fourteen hours and still be sleepy."
"What, sleep is good for you." Starrk yawned, and then blinked. "Besides, living with Lamb can make anyone tired."
"Don't pin all the blame on me, you're just as horny as I am!" Damian retorted, smacking his older partner on the shoulder.
"Guilty as charged." Starrk chuckled and Damian snorted.
"What are we going to do this time to lure Shinji out?"
Nell tapped her chin as she thought. "Pretend to be part of the residents welfare association?"
Starrk nodded. "Sure, why not. We'd have to use a different reason, though, we already used the 'we're checking for gas leaks' excuse."
"Yeah, we'll figure something out."
Ichigo watched in amusement as his three companions pondered their plan of action. Finally the elevator opened, and Ichigo was impressed with the ivory walls and the potted plants on both sides of the hallway, which had only two glossy wooden doors facing each other. Kensei, Shuuhei and Renji were standing in front of one marked with a golden 512, crates of beer at their feet.
All four of them picked up their bags and crates of booze off the elevator floor, and made their way to Shinji's door.
"Yo, Ichigo!" Renji grinned and caught Ichigo's had firmly, pumping it. "Looks like we're finally getting to meet you properly."
Ichigo grinned back. "Yeah. I've just spoken to you guys so far, it's nice to meet you."
Renji was decked out like he was heading to a basketball game, and Shuuhei was dressed in cargos and a long sleeve t-shirt, with a deep orange messenger bag hanging off his shoulder. Kensei looked a little more posh, with dress shoes, slacks and a button up.
Shuuhei smiled and shook his hand, and Kensei simply smirked and nodded. "Hey there."
"Hey." Ichigo blushed lightly, remembering his first night sitting in the audience. If anyone noticed, they didn't say anything about it.
Starrk shook hands with the three men. He looked Kensei up and down, smirking appreciatively. "Coming straight from the club?"
Kensei smiled. "Yeah, had some things to settle by tonight. So, we waiting for the others to come?"
Nell nodded. "Yup. Nnoi, Yumi and Ikkaku should be here any minute, let's announce ourselves after they're here."
At that moment, the elevator opened again, and three people stepped out, all toting two or more bags of what had to be booze.
"Yumi chan, hi!"
A man with long, blue-black hair wearing what had to be a sort of off-the-shoulder shirt in deep red silk and skinny jeans waved and smiled, and Ichigo was a little awe-struck by how pretty the man was. "Hi, you must be Ichigo. Nice to finally meet you. I'm sure you know already, but I'm Yumichika Ayasegawa. Just call me Yumi."
Ichigo stuttered out an answer, still gaping a little like a fish. The bald man next to 'Yumi' grabbed his hand and gave him a vigorous handshake, and Ichigo was worried that his arm would rip right out of its socket. "Hey there, newbie! I'm Ikkaku Madarame, we should spar sometime!"
Before Ichigo could formulate an answer, though, Ikkaku was shoved aside unceremoniously, and Ichigo found himself uncomfortably close to the tallest man he had ever seen.
"Hey there kid. Nnoitra Jiruga. Good ta meet ya."
"Ah, ye-yeah, good to meet you too...?"
Nelliel shoved them both apart and stood with her hands on her hips, an excited gleam in her eyes. "Now since we're all here... Who's gonna knock?"
"Let me." Starrk smiled mischievously, and motioned for everyone to keep quiet.
He knocked.
"Good evening, Mr. Hirako, I'm Tachibana from the homeowners board. I've received complaints that the stench of the pot you smoke is polluting our pristine hallways, and I—"
"I don't even smoke pot!" Shinji practically ripped the door open, looking enraged. He froze on seeing all the people standing there, and promptly tried to slam the door shut, but he was no match for nine boisterous and over excited people who wanted to party the night away.
"Let's get this party started!" Damian cheered, and a round of whoops echoed his sentiment. Starrk grinned placatingly at the flabbergasted blond and led him away with an arm around his shoulder, as Shinji tried to come to terms that his house was being hijacked again.
Nel pulled Ichigo inside with an arm thrown around his neck, sweeping him along in the madness. Shuuhei went straight to the entertainment system and began setting up his laptop, and within a few moments, loud dance music was exploding out of the speakers.
All the booze was taken to the kitchen so people could take whatever they wanted. Bottles of beer, vodka, tequila and whiskey in different shapes and sizes took up almost all of the kitchen island. Nnoitra and Renji raided Shinji's fridge and came up with four more bottles of beer, and five kinds of fruit juice.
Ichigo poured himself some grape juice in a beautiful crystal tumbler (since there weren't any other kinds in Shinji's kitchen) and made his way to the living room sofa.
Damian and Ikkaku had moved most of the expensive furniture and knickknacks out of the way, so they wouldn't have to worry about tripping over, breaking, or spilling drinks on any of Shinji's things.
Ichigo watched in amusement as Nel hugged the life out of Renji as they danced, talking loudly among themselves and cracking jokes.
After a few moments, Kensei went to answer the door and two more people joined in, one a tall, bodacious violet haired woman with golden brown eyes, almost half the buttons on her shirt undone to show a generous amount of cleavage. The other was a man with messy, pale blond hair and twinkling green-gray eyes, dressed in khaki shorts, sandals, and a brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt.
They shook hands and then answered greetings, and and the woman tossed a wink at Ichigo when she caught him staring. "Hey there, Ichigo."
Ichigo stood and stuck his hand out. "Um. Hi. I guess you're Yoruichi?"
The woman laughed and gripped his offered hand. It was a warm, firm grip, and it put Ichigo at ease. "Yup! I'm Youruichi Shihoin, also known as Hellcat. Good job so far, and glad to have you with us."
Ichigo went a little red in the face when she mentioned his on stage activities, and the blond man and Yoruichi exchanged a sly glance, before the blond cleared his throat. "Hello, Ichigo-san, I'm Kisuke Urahara. Pleasure to meet you! I must say I enjoyed your last act very much, you were beautiful on stage!"
Ichigo blushed harder, still unused to receiving compliments regarding his, um, exhibitionist sexual prowess. "Ah, thanks?"
"Aww Kisuke, the boy is shy! Isn't it adorable?" Yoruichi purred, pinching Ichigo's cheeks, much to his dismay.
"I'm not- stop that!" he protested, trying to get away, but Urahara had come up behind him and wrapped his arm around Ichigo's neck, making escape impossible.
"Come now, Ichigo chan! Sex is a natural part of human nature, you shouldn't be so modest about it, especially with a gorgeous dick like yours, you should be proud!"
"Oh god why..." Ichigo moaned in despair as he was dragged away to the kitchen again, Yoruichi following with a devilish smirk on her lips.
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After a loud, raucous half an hour filled with embarrassing questions and Ichigo blushing hard enough that he feared his face would burn off, he was dragged to the hall by a very drunk Nell excitedly babbling about dancing.
In the hall, he found Starrk seated on the large, comfy, black leather L-shaped sofa with a bottle of beer in his hand, and to his surprise and delight, a rather delectable looking Grimmjow sitting next to him, wearing his standard crisp, white button up shirt and jeans.
Ichigo felt a jolt of excitement in his heart when their eyes met, and a predatory smirk pulled at the older man's full lips.
Starrk raised his bottle to Ichigo and beckoned for him to come closer, and Grimmjow moved a little to provide space for him between them.
Ichigo untangled himself from Nel's grip (Not that it was very difficult, the woman was easily distracted) and made his way to the couch.
It was a little unnerving sitting between the two of them. Ichigo sipped at his grape juice (his third glass so far) and tried not to squirm when he felt Grimmjow's muscular arm drape over the back of the couch, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand.
"Having fun, Ichigo?" Starrk's smooth baritone caressed his ears, and Ichigo felt a distinct urge to wrap that voice all around himself.
"Yes, they're all very... Enthusiastic..."
Grimmjow snorted a laugh at that. "If 'enthusiastic' is a nice way of saying 'batshit insane', then yes, they're very enthusiastic."
Starrk chuckled and took a sip out of his beer as he surveyed the hall.
Shuuhei was manning the sound system, pumping out the latest dance tracks. Yumichika, Renji, Kensei, Yoruichi, Damian, Nel, Nnoitra and Shinji were dancing, and Kisuke and Ikkaku were probably in the kitchen getting shitfaced.
"So, Sweetheart, tell us a little bit about yourself, yeah?" The blue haired man purred out, and Ichigo resisted a full body shiver. Seriously, what was it with these men and their voices?
"I'm twenty two and I'm in my final year of uni for linguistic studies, and I used to fight in underground matches before Shinji found me... There's nothing much really, I'm not a very interesting person..."
"We think you're plenty interesting, and we don't just mean your kink list," Starrk smirked and nudged Ichigo's shoulder playfully. "Talk about your family, your interests, stuff like that."
Ichigo smiled and toyed with the now-empty glass in his hands. "I moved here for uni, and I live alone. My two younger sisters and my dad live in Karakura town. As for interests... I like learning languages, and learning about other cultures in general. I'm a bit of a nerd in a sense, heh. I learned karate and kendo in high school, and I still go to the dojo every month or so to brush up on my skills. Um, what else... I like spicy food, and I like desserts too, cake especially."
"Chocolate cake?" asked Grimmjow, an eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Of course! And vanilla and strawberry as well!"
"You heard of Café Café?"
Ichigo shook his head no, a curious look on his face.
"Well then, you should let me take you there one day. They have the most amazing cakes there."
"Like a date?" The words were out before Ichigo could process them, and he bit his tongue when he realised his little slip up. "Uh, what I meant was-"
"Sure, it's a date then." Grimmjow winked at him, and Ichigo blushed a little and shot a bright smile at the blue eyed man.
"So, have you received any offers for private shows?" Starrk asked, wincing when somebody screamed "Yay, ice cream!" from the kitchen.
"Yeah, I received three, to be exact." At Starrk's, expectant face, he continued. "They were all self pleasure shows, and Shinji has been quite busy lately so I didn't discuss it with him..."
"Turn them down." Grimmjow ordered.
Ichigo snapped around to look at him, incredulous. "Excuse me?"
"What Grimmjow means is," Starrk interjected, knowing well enough that Grimmjow was looking for reactions from the young man, "we usually don't advise performing your first private show alone. It's better if there's someone else there with you, show you the ropes, so to speak."
"I don't get why you're trying to treat me like a baby."
Grimmjow laughed. "Hn. It's standard club procedure. Shinji would have told you the same thing. It's not some kind of special treatment, if that's what your're thinking."
"Grimm, quiet." The brunet sighed. "It's a safety precaution. I'd rather you were prepared for any sort of situation before you went in there alone. There will be someone standing outside, and there is a panic button in the room, but I won't take any chances with anyone's well being."
Grimmjow coughed. "Control freak."
Starrk ignored the jab. "Don't turn down the offers, just postpone them. Then wait till you get an offer to do a show with someone else. After you've done two shows, you're free to pick and choose whatever and whenever you want. Okay?"
Ichigo nodded. "Sure, I guess."
The three of them watched the shenanigans unfold in front of them, as Nnoitra announced a drinking contest and brought out an armful of vodka bottles. "Ok, whoever can down a whole bottle in the shortest time is the winner!"
"Count me in!" Hollered an already drunk Ikkaku, supported by an equally drunk Kisuke.
"Me, me!" Damian raised one of his hands as far as it could go, as if he was in a classroom.
"I'm in too." Yoruichi smirked, and grabbed a bottle from the tall man's arms.
Damian and Ikkaku were handed similar bottles as well, and Renji and Kensei shrugged and grabbed a bottle each.
Nel counted them down. "Three, two, one, begin!"
Ichigo watched in amazement as all five contestants sat down on the floor and began chugging the booze down like it was water. Renji stopped halfway through and began coughing, and Kensei pulled his bottle away a little after that, mumbling something about fluid going down the wrong pipe. It was a close draw between Yoruichi and Ikkaku, and they slammed the bottles on the floor and grinned smugly amid loud cheering. Damian finished his bottle a little after they did, and pouted, complaining about how they had more experience at it than he did.
He wasn't given much time to sulk, though, as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of pizza.
There was a mini stampede as everyone rushed to get their hands on the boxes, almost tackling Renji to the floor after he'd paid the delivery boy and stepped back inside with the food.
They ate the pizza right out of the box, not bothering with plates or anything of the sort. Grimmjow and Starrk remained where they were on the couches, but Yumichika pulled Ichigo down onto the floor between himself and Ikkaku. Damian and Renji went back into the kitchen to bring drinks.
Ichigo felt comfortable in a way he had never felt before. A majority of these people were practically strangers, and yet they pulled him into their midst as if he had always belonged there. They were completely frank and uninhibited and they called things as they saw them. But instead of creating any sort of animosity, it only made them all the more accepting and carefree.
He watched as Nnoitra and Grimmjow got into a debate about some soccer team, the others interrupting every now and then with some pointers of their own.
Drinks were passed around, and Ichigo declined a can of beer that Nel offered him. She smiled sweetly at him and handed him a juice box instead, and Ichigo took it, chuckling lightly.
"Don't like alcohol, Ichi-chan?" Shinji slurred from where he was sitting almost in Nnoitra's lap.
"No, not really. Plus, I have college tomorrow so I can't afford a hangover..."
"Skip tomorrow, then! It's just one day, shouldn't be a problem right?"
Starrk tutted. "He doesn't want to drink. Let's respect that and lay off, alright?"
Shinji sighed dramatically, but made no further comment. Ichigo shot the gray eyed brunet a grateful look, and Starrk gave him a small smile.
When all the pizza disappeared, everyone drifted to different corners of the room, and Ichigo went back to his place on the couch.
Grimmjow was sitting on the little part of the 'L' shaped couch, and Ichigo was about to move closer to him when Damian plopped down on Starrk's lap, his legs sprawled on on Ichigo's, giggling drunkenly as he blabbered something incoherent.
"All right, that's enough alcohol for you, Lamb." Starrk smiled and gently pried the bottle of vodka from the younger man's grip.
"Well, if you won't gimme alc-alcohol, you need to gimme somethin' else to keep my mouth occupied!"
Damian pulled the brunet down to claim his mouth in a hungry kiss, filled with moans and wet smacking sounds. Ichigo blushed with embarrassment and averted his eyes from the ardent display of affection. He was a little jealous of the couple; they were so openly affectionate and caring toward each other, you could see the love clear as day in their eyes. He wished he had someone to share a bond like that. He was interested in Grimmjow, but he wasn't sure how Grimmjow felt about anything of the sort.
He was interrupted from his slightly depressing thought process when he felt Damian clutch his collar. "Aww Ichigo, don't be jealous, of course I'll kiss you too!"
Before Ichigo could say anything, his lips were claimed, and he felt his eyelids fall closed. The kiss was rather gentle and tasted like vodka, and Ichigo began kissing back, unaware of the faintly annoyed blue-eyed glare that was being focused on him.
Starrk noticed, though, and tapped on his sub's shoulder to get his attention.
Damian pulled away and grinned at the pink on Ichigo's cheeks, before he turned to his Dom. "Yeah?"
Starrk simply shook his head, the universal signal for 'not now.'
The green eyed man frowned, but nodded anyway, and leaned back more comfortably into Starrk's chest. He caught sight of Grimmjow's irritated scowl, and grinned as an idea popped into his head.
"Hey Alpha, what's big, blue, and full of hot air?"
Grimmjow's scowl morphed from irritated to hostile when he heard the question, and Damian grinned inwardly. Ichigo gaped, and Starrk frowned as he shot a wary glance at his blue haired friend, and sure enough, the man was glaring daggers. "Lamb, is this really necessary—"
"Yes! Answer me right now! Or do you give up?" He challenged, looking at Ichigo and Starrk.
Ichigo had a 'what the fuck' look plastered on his face as he and Starrk exchanged a glance, similar thoughts running through their minds. The taller brunet finally pursed his lips and faced the man sitting on his lap, his stare firm, almost daring him to answer. "I don't know."
Damian whooped with laughter. "A big, blue, hot air balloon!"
Starrk sighed loudly, equally exasperated as he was relieved. Grimmjow huffed in irritation and went to get more whiskey, and Ichigo exhaled a breath of relief. "Seriously, Damian, why do you keep irritating him like that?"
"Because it's fun!"
Ichigo rubbed a palm over his face. Of course. Why did he even think he'd get a proper answer?
Nnoitra passed by the couch just then, and Damian practically lunged at the man to catch him. "Oi, oi! Get me some chocolate from Shinji's fridge, will ya?"
Nnoitra shoved the shorter man back into Starrk's lap, and tromped off to get the chocolate. He was back in a few minutes with a handful of chocolate bars, and handed one each to Ichigo and Starrk, kept one for himself, and gave the remaining three to Damian, who immediately started to attack the wrapper.
Starrk shot a curious look at his lover. "Seriously, Lamb, what is it with you and chocolate?"
Damian sighed. "What can I say, chocolate fills the holes in my soul..."
"I thought I filled the holes in your soul?"
Merry green eyes crinkled at the corners, and a naughty smile pulled at his lips. "Nah, you fill all my other ones."
Nnoitra burst out laughing, and Starrk snorted, looking amused. "I suppose I brought that one onto myself."
Ichigo laughed, better acquainted with the man's crass sense of humor by now. He finished his juice box and placed it next to the bottle of vodka and Starrk's single beer, when something occurred to him. "Hey Starrk, do you not like alcohol as well?"
Damian answered for him. "Nooo, it's not like that. Starrk is the designated sober dude at most of our parties, so he doesn't drink too much."
Starrk elaborated further. "At least one person needs to stay coherent enough to call the emergency services if something goes wrong. We usually take turns with it, though I tend to take that role more often."
"Yeah, it's 'cuz Alpha is a big worry wart, and a control freak too."
"Oh hush. I'm protective, is all."
"Right." Damian smirked, and yelped when Starrk pinched his ass. "Ow! That hurt!"
"Why else did you think I did it?"
Damian retaliated by initiating another vigorous kiss, only this time, he'd situated himself to completely straddle the older man as he tried to suck his face off to a soundtrack of wolf whistles and hooting.
That seemed to be some sort of signal, as almost everyone else began pairing up. The lights dimmed, and the music had turned into something soft and erotic.
Ichigo began panicking. What was going on?
He felt himself be pulled backwards into a broad chest that smelled like mint, and a familiar pair of arms wrapped around his waist. "You look like no one told you about this."
Ichigo gulped. "About what?"
"About the fact that the party usually turns into an orgy after everyone's drunk enough."
Ichigo turned a horror-struck face to the older man, and Grimmjow had to resist the urge to burst out laughing at the kid's reactions. "Don't worry, you don't have to participate if you don't want to. You can just go lie down in the bedroom- wait, I think I saw Yoruichi and Kisuke goin' in there, you don't wanna walk in on that. The guest bedroom should be empty, though, you can sleep there. Or I can take you home. Your call."
When Ichigo frowned, Grimmjow gently squeezed the boy's hip and murmured in his ear. "There's another option too..."
The younger man shuddered out a breath. "What's that?"
"Have you ever been in an orgy?"
Ichigo felt his throat dry up as Grimmjow's words sank in. "N-no..."
"Would you like this to be your first?"
Ichigo paused completely, not even taking a breath. Did he want this?
He felt Grimmjow's hand withdraw from his hips and settle on his knee instead. "Maybe I should just take you home."
Ichigo looked up into crystalline blue eyes for any hints of anger, but only saw concern, and that sealed the deal. He knew he didn't have anything to worry about anything with the Panther King taking care of him. "No, I'd like to stay here..."
Grimmjow furrowed his brows and looked at the boy calculatingly. "Are you completely sure?"
Ichigo nodded and smiled confidently, and the blue haired man smirked.
"Let's get started then, shall we?"
Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's chin and raised his face so he could finally kiss those peachy lips of his, something he'd been wanting to do ever since he'd seen Ichigo laugh in that boyish way of his earlier in the evening.
Ichigo responded with vigor, twining his arms around Grimmjow's thick neck and broad shoulders and tugging gently at locks of cyan hair. He moved so he was straddling the man, and hissed in pleasure when he felt his awakening arousal rub against the fabric of his underwear.
The bigger man swiftly unbuttoned the lighter blue jeans, grateful that Ichigo wasn't wearing those skin-tight monstrosities— they were a headache to remove. He mouthed the slender neck presented to him, laying little kisses and licks along the tan column and inhaling Ichigo's sandalwood scent deeply. Ichigo made a little 'ahhaha' kind of noise, and Grimmjow smiled. Little sweetheart was ticklish, eh?
Ichigo yelped and squirmed when Grimmjow blew a cold breath right at the ticklish spot on his neck. Grimmjow chuckled at that and Ichigo whacked him on his shoulder, but that only served to make him laugh more.
"Stop it, it tickles!" he grumbled, and pushed the offending blue eyed man away by his face.
Grimmjow's chuckles were echoed by a few others, and Ichigo turned to see who it was, and regretted it instantly.
Shuuhei and Kensei were laughing into each other's shoulders, but that wasn't the detail that made Ichigo wish he hadn't turned. Shuuhei's pants were nowhere to be seen and Kensei's shirt was bunched up and acting as the darker haired man's pillow. The brunet had both of his tan skinned hands inside Kensei's pants, and the silver haired man had one arm bracing him above his partner while the other was wrapped around said partner's dick.
And they weren't the only ones laughing at him.
Nel was sitting on a bean bag chair, giggling into her hands, her shorts lying on the ground next to her footwear. Renji's long hair was loose and falling around his face and Nel's lap, but it was obvious that he was muffling his laughter in Nel's inner thighs, since his shoulders were shaking and all.
Damian was outright pointing at him and laughing, Starrk smirking at him from over the black haired man's shoulder. They were in the same state that he and Grimmjow were in, except Starrk wasn't wearing his shirt and Damian's pants were MIA.
"It's not funny!" he complained, which only served to make them laugh louder.
"Relax, kitten." Grimmjow grinned and kissed him on his nose. "It's all in good fun, yeah?"
Ichigo blushed at the pet name, but still scowled. "It's all your fault."
"I'm sorry, then." Grimmjow smirked, but didn't bother to look apologetic. "Want me to make it up to you?"
Ichigo smirked right back. "I'd like that."
Grimmjow pulled him into another kiss, sweeter than the first, as he slid his hands into Ichigo's underwear and pulled them down to his thighs, along with the jeans. He moved his hands to the front and lightly fondled Ichigo's balls, and Ichigo gasped, breaking the kiss. He tried to unbutton the sexy white button up the blunette was wearing, but in his excitement, he couldn't really focus on undoing the buttons properly. So he simply ripped the damn thing apart, sending the pearly white objects scattering.
Grimmjow gave him a look. "That was my favourite shirt."
Ichigo smiled sweetly. "Consider it payback for all the clothes you ripped off me."
Nnoitra snorted from somewhere, and Grimmjow flipped him off.
"Fair enough. Now are you gonna kiss me again or what?"
Ichigo didn't need to be asked twice. He dove in for another kiss, his searching hands rubbing all over the smooth skin of his crush, registering plenty of tiny scars and a few bigger ones, and the large one that went across his torso. He made a mental note to ask about it later. They were working up a fine sheen of sweat, and the smell of something dark and fresh was getting stronger.
The slender man buried his face in a tan, muscular shoulder and inhaled deeply before licking a trail down to equally muscular pectorals and a tawny, stiff nub. Grimmjow exhaled a shuddery breath and let his eyes fall half way closed, admiring the devotion and lust in Ichigo's molten chocolate orbs.
When Ichigo had kissed and sucked enough, Grimmjow pulled him away and helped him get his shirt off. The exposed skin was a healthy peach-tan, with a few silvery scars here and there. And there was that beautiful, long cock, flushed a deep red colour, rising proudly from a carpet of sunset orange curls. Grimmjow licked his lips.
"You look fucking gorgeous."
"I know." Ichigo retorted, and laughed when brilliant blue eyes rolled heavenward. "What! It's the truth isn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah. Now move with me."
Before Ichigo could comprehend what that command meant, Grimmjow was repositioning himself so that his legs were stretched along the smaller part of the sofa and his spine was resting on its back.
The smaller man nearly toppled off at the sudden imbalance but managed to hang on, and glared darkly when he righted himself again.
"I warned you."
"Fuck you."
"All in due time, kitten."
Ichigo rolled his eyes and Grimmjow smirked.
Grimmjow had been handed the perfect opportunity to get some quality fucking with his newest interest. Sure, they'd fucked three times already, but that was on stage, and Grimmjow hadn't been able to enjoy it like we wanted to. Actually, it wouldn't be 'quality fucking' if it wasn't in his own king sized bed with the black silk sheets, but he'd make do for now.
Like he said, all in due time.
He got comfortable and shucked his ruined shirt, his ego flaring when he saw Ichigo eye him with unconcealed lust and appreciation. "You can touch to your heart's content, Sweetheart, I'm all yours tonight."
Ichigo 'mmm'ed; now he could see where the scars were as felt them on his fingertips. He trailed a finger down the middle of Grimmjow's torso and paused at this button-fly, asking for permission with a coquettish lift of his eyebrow and a quirk of his lips.
Grimmjow bucked into his hand.
Ichigo grinned and wasted no time in pulling the pants and boxers down, pleased when Grimmjow lifted his hips to aid him.
And there was his prize, thick, heavy and half-hard, nestled in a patch of trimmed blue hair.
Grimmjow linked his hands behind his head as he watched the brown eyed beauty admire his body with barely concealed awe. His little kitten was fucking cute. Cute, and deadly as well. Fucking delicious.
Ichigo was currently eyeing his cock like it was some sort of national treasure. Grimmjow gently gripped that nape of bright orange hair and... helped things along.
Ichigo didn't resist the hold on his neck, or Grimmjow's not-so-subtle way of asking him to get started already. He was thinking about the same thing too, so he wasn't gonna complain. He did, though, move the hand slightly higher so it was gripping his hair and not his neck, and purred when Grimmjow flexed and tightened his fingers.
Ichigo kicked his jeans and undies off completely, not caring where they fell, and licked his lips before taking the semi erect length into his mouth.
Grimmjow let out a soft 'fuck yes' and tugged harder at the tangerine strands in his grasp, not closing his eyes because he didn't want to miss a single second of watching Ichigo in action.
Ichigo inhaled deeply as licked stripes along the hardening shaft, eyes closed in concentration. Grimmjow tasted unique somehow; there was a hint of sweetness buried in the usual salty flavor.
He felt the flesh come alive in his mouth, hardening till he could clearly feel the veins with his tongue. He curled his tongue into the little slit and was rewarded with droplets of tangy precum, and again, there was that faint, sugary taste.
Ichigo smiled, filing away the information for later. Grimmjow's breath was forcefully slow and deep now, with low murmurs of expletives here and there.
A rather loud moan and a garbled curse distracted him, and he pulled away from his task to see what was going on.
Grimmjow was startled as well, but it quickly turned to irritation when he realised that Ichigo wasn't going to continue any time soon. He was just about to say something when he noticed the cerise spreading through the boy's peachy cheeks all the way to his ears, and the wide eyed look on his face.
A devious plan formed in his head and the pulled the boy up higher so their torsos were about level with each other, Ichigo still not moving his eyes from the sight in front of him.
Damian was sitting on Starrk's lap, his head thrown back and his face flushed a brilliant red. The wolf on his throat glimmered under a sheen of sweat as he moved himself on Starrk's thick cock. Their pace was slow and measured, and it was apparently driving the smaller man crazy, proven by the litany of curses pouring from his mouth as he panted harshly, tugging on his own hair to ease some of the tension in his body.
Starrk had a look of sadistic glee on his normally calm countenance, clearly enjoying the torture that was reducing his lover to putty in his hands. In a few moments, the curses would turn to pleas for mercy and—
Grimmjow's train of thought crashed into a mountain and exploded when he felt Ichigo moving against him. His gaze was lustful and his breaths came out in harsh pants as he humped against Grimmjow, their erections rubbing together and sending sparks up both their spines.
The bigger man noticed the faintly disgruntled look on the boyish face, and moved to put him out of his misery. "Ichigo, Ichigo... Look at me."
Ichigo blinked for a moment before he turned to look at him, deep mocha eyes still glazed. "Nn?"
Grimmjow laughed softly, and cradled his face to place a deep kiss on his petal soft lips. Ichigo moaned and gripped his arms, digging his fingers into his biceps.
"Do you want to be filled like that, Sweetheart?"
"What..."
Grimmjow pulled them closer and slouched down a little against the sofa so the one on top of him could lie more comfortably. Then he motioned to the other couple on the couch with his chin, and Ichigo seemed to catch on.
"Do you want to bounce on my cock just like Incubus is doing right now? You'd love that, wouldn't you? You'd love to feel my big dick spear you and rearrange your insides, yeah?"
Ichigo was having a complete sensory overload. It felt like all his wires were short circuiting and he was fucking burning up. Grimmjow's big, callused hands were kneading at his ass, his sinful voice was caressing his ears with filthy words and filling his mind with equally filthy images, adding to the live show that was going on right in front of him. Damian's moans made for a wonderful background score to Grimmjow's dirty talk, and Ichigo didn't know what he was thinking anymore.
While Ichigo was falling apart on top of him, Grimmjow had turned to Kensei and motioned for the lube, which was tossed to him by Shuuhei. They were simply sitting there and jacking each other off as they watched. Nel and Renji had probably gone to join Yoruichi and Kisuke in the bedroom. And Yumichika and Ikkaku had to be around here somewhere, not that he cared much.
He blindly squeezed the lube into his hand, his eyes moving to look between Ichigo's blushing face, Starrk's pleased grin and Damian's flushed one.
Nnoitra walked in casually from the kitchen, a dazed looking Shinji following behind him. Kensei pulled the blond down to sit on his lap, while Nnoitra moved to stand behind Damian.
"I want in too. Move to the floor."
Starrk gripped Damian's hips and stilled his movements completely, and Damian outright whined. "Mother fucking sonuva bitch! Let me come already!"
The Alpha laughed and easily disregarded the threat. "My my, what a potty mouth you have on you, pup. Have you forgotten who's the boss here?"
Damian's angry expletives were interrupted by Nnoitra's mouth on his lips, and he melted into the kiss.
Ichigo moaned into Grimmjow's chest, his hips still jerking to ease the burn in his groin. Grimmjow smirked and rubbed a single lube-slicked finger across his entrance, and the orange haired man keened, bucking into Grimmjow's hands.
Starrk and Nnoitra had gotten Damian down on all fours, with Starrk behind him and Nnoitra in the front. Damian seemed to be in bliss with one dick in his ass and one in his mouth, their pace still slow.
Grimmjow spread Ichigo's cheeks with one hand and pressed the tip of his index finger into him, resuming his dirty commentary on what was going on in front of them.
"Mm, kitten, you're so tight and wet around me, sucking me inta ya like nobody's business. So hot and so fuckin' good. Would ya like to be pounded into by two huge dicks? Oh yeah, we did that last week didn't we? You were so amazing, taking us like that. No, this time, you'll be takin' two dicks up two different ends. One to fill up your fuckin' tight hole, and another to fill your pretty li'l mouth."
Ichigo moaned brokenly, the fingers in his ass had gone from one to three, stroking his prostate with deadly aim each and every time they pumped into him. "Grimmjow... More!"
"I'm getting to it, baby doll, patience is a virtue you know." The bigger man snickered, rubbing their noses together to assuage the peeved look Ichigo had on his face. "Now, where was I... Right, we were... Here..." he whispered, pressing harder into his pleasure button. "I'd be sliding into your sweet ass, while... Starrk, yeah, Starrk'll do fine. Starrk'll occupy your wet, peachy lips, rubbin' his dick over 'em, staining them with his pre-come." He sucked on his index finger before he rubbed the wet appendage over the boy's parted lips to keep up with the picture he was painting with his words. Ichigo's eyes had fallen closed, completely lost in Grimmjow's voice.
"And then he'd put that monster inside of you, and you'd feel it stretchin' out your throat and chokin' ya juuust the way ya like it..."
He slid three fingers into that waiting, pliant mouth, and Ichigo sucked and laved them with his tongue, desperate to get more and end this prolonged teasing.
Starrk and Nnoitra had kicked things up a notch, both of them thrusting roughly, Damian's moans and whimpers coming out muffled but no less ecstatic.
"And then I'd ram right into you," he continued, rubbing Ichigo's perineum with his arousal before stretching him open again and entering him in one stroke, eliciting a scream of delight around his fingers.
Grimmjow paused a moment, getting used to the squeezing sensation around his dick, and removed his fingers from the boy's mouth so he could use both hands to grip his hips. "And I'd plough into that delicious ass of yours—" a thrust "—hit that special little button—" another thrust"—and pound you so good." He dropped his voice to a purr and started thrusting faster. "And keep pounding ya till you're ruined for another man and my dick is all ya c'n think about."
Ichigo let his mouth fall open, taking harsh panting breaths to try and cool down the raging inferno in his body. He raised himself on his knees so he could push down and meet Grimmjow's hips with each upward stroke. Grimmjow let him, and pretty soon he was bouncing in the other man's lap, sweat running down their bodies in rivulets. He didn't, couldn't register anything except the starbursts of pleasure exploding in his center every time his prostate was abused. Everything in his head was fuzzy and static filled, and his mouth had long ago lost connection with his brain and had started spewing a mess of garbled words in all the languages he knew.
"Mm, Grimm— Grimmjow..." He gasped out, and moved a trembling hand to hold one of the large hands on his hips. "I... Please..." he tried, but he couldn't get the words out.
"Yeah baby, I'll give it to you..." Grimmjow soothed, pulling Ichigo closer and wrapping an arm around his waist, his other hand curling around the man's stiff and leaking erection and pumping.
"Ahh... ah! Grimmmm!" Ichigo bit out, swallowing thickly. Grimmjow could see and savor each and every change in his face, right from the way his freckles brightened against his blush, to the drop of perspiration that changed its course when his nose scrunched cutely in his hurry to reach climax. The way his orange lashes curled was a work of art, and those delectable lips that spilled sweet moans of desire...
"Say my name," he commanded, his voice a rough snarl. "Call my name, Ichigo."
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo wheezed out, putting in effort to get his mouth to work properly.
"Again, sweetheart, say it again."
"Grimm— Grimmjow!"
"Come for me, kitten."
Ichigo came with a loud, wordless cry, streams of cum erupting from his dick and landing on both their chests. Grimmjow growled, the milking sensation on his cock pushing him to the limits of his endurance.
"Fuck, fuck..." he cursed and exploded into the boy, their hips still moving together erratically before they stilled completely, exhausted.
Ichigo collapsed into his arms, and Grimmjow caught him. They simply lay there, Ichigo's face buried in the valley between Grimmjow's pectorals, and Grimmjow's face tucked into a sweaty temple that still managed to smell like sandalwood.
The air was still except for the low beats of the song that Shuuhei had put on a while ago, and the slow, deep breaths of people who'd just had a great orgasm.
Six sets of eyes watched how the big, bad Panther King gently cradled Ichigo to his chest, watched the serenity on his face as the boy nuzzled closer into him.
They looked at each other and smiled.
They couldn't wait to start the teasing.
**********continues...