Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 11
Ladies and Gentlemen 11
I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
****So, the first part of this chapter focuses on the Grimm-Ichi history. To clarify, they met their sophomore year of high school (fall 2002). ***Bleach belongs to Kubo and 'Ladies and Gentlemen' belongs to Saliva...I don't profit from either one.
White God Dances, Blue Devil's Discovery
**Fall 2002
"Really Ichigo, only you could turn a simple collision in the hallway into an all out battle."
Holding the towel to my split and swollen lip I look down at Rukia and defend myself, "S' not my fault the asshole didn't give me a chance to apologize. Guy just wigged out, sayin' somethin' about me looking down on him and threw a punch." We round the corner and head to the nurses office at the end of the hall.
Rukia shook her head and sighed, "When you run into someone Ichigo, the first thing out of your mouth should be an apology. Not 'who are you?' Also, it's likely that your near permanent scowl didn't help matters either." Well when you put it that way...
"Yeah, I was just surprised. I hadn't seen him around before, and it's not like he's easy to miss. I guess in retrospect I should have apologized first." I finish speaking as she opens the nurse's door and we are greeted by a deep voice and the smirking topic of conversation.
"Apology accepted." The blue haired male was sitting on one of the beds with an ice pack to his eye. Before I get the chance to respond, the nurse questions us while pulling out a second ice pack, "Would either of you like to tell me what this is all about?"
Blue hair is quick to respond, "Nothin' to write home about. This guy here's just a little clumsy and fell over on me. Our heads smacked together in the fall an' here we are."
The nurse sighs, shaking her head in disbelief. "Kurosaki?"
"Yeah, that about covers it."
Knowing that's all she will get out of us, she drops the subject and walks over to her desk. "I am going to hand some files in to the office and grab and get another pack of hall passes. Miss Kuchki, here is my last pass, why don't you head back to class dear." Accepting the slip, Rukia says bye with a half-hearted wave and walks out the door.
The nurse follows not far behind, "Gentlemen, I will be right back. Try not to destroy anything, or each other, while I'm gone."
Now alone in the room with Blue hair, I chance a look his direction only to find him staring. "What?"
He laughs, "Think I get it now. Your always like this huh?"
"Like what?" What the hell is he going on about?
Grinning he responds, "Forget it. Anyway, I gotta say that I'm pretty impressed. Not many people can actually lay a hit on me. Where'd you learn to fight?"
"I had been taking martial arts classes most my life up until last year. Since then, I've just been training on my own or with a friend. What about you?" Silently adding 'you're pretty good too.'
"Took lessons with my step-brother and one of his buddies for a few years. Train and spar with them all the time. Always interested in a fresh fight though. What do ya say? Wanna new sparring partner?"
Never one to back away from an opportunity to enhance my skills, I happily accept the offer. "Yeah, sounds good." I hold out my hand, "Kurosaki, Ichigo."
He responds with a firm grip, "Jeagerjaquis, Grimmjow."
**Winter 2004
Left, right, dodge, strike! He grunts as I land a hit to his gut. Expecting a slight reprieve due to landing that hit, I let my guard down for half a second. Unfortunately, he didn't give himself time to recover and took full advantage of the situation, landing a solid roundhouse to my midsection. We both went down, heaving for lost breath. Since the force of his kick was enough to land him on top, he was able to pin me and much to my dismay, claim victory.
"Looks like I win this time Strawberry." He manages while panting.
"Don't get cocky Cookie...This just means that we are even once more. You won't win next time."
Expecting a smack or witty comeback and receiving neither, I focus a questioning glance to his face. His gaze is directed at me, unwavering and serious.
"Hey, you alrig-" Before I get the chance to finish, his lips are on mine. By the time the shock wears off, he has taken advantage of my open mouth and the testosterone build up from the fight makes it easy for me to ignore the little voice saying 'bad idea.'
We later attributed our actions to the hormone build up of the fight. Despite this acknowledgment, make-out sessions after fighting became common place for us. Every time, I say 'it's the last time.'
**Spring 2005
"Oh god! Ye-yes, there Grimmjow!" My thoughts were hazy from pleasure, making vocalization difficult. Fortunately, not many words were needed and he picked up the pace without being asked.
Groaning, he threw his head back, "So tight, Ichi."
Despite my aroused state, I frown at the nickname. For some reason, the familiarity bothers me now that he is inside of me. I think it brings my fear of an emotional attachment coming from this act to the surface. Unfortunately, my voice can't pull off stability at the moment, "D-don't c-ah, call me-ha that."
He smirks and leans down to kiss me, thrusts faltering slightly. His lips raise from mine enough to respond, "Fine,I-chi-go." Punctuating the last syllable with a hard strike to my prostate, he pushes me over the edge. The orgasm erases all thought and my body reacts to the pleasure, moans loud and lower body clenching around him. A few more thrusts and he spills into me, completing my first sexual experience. I probably shouldn't have let this happen. The pleasure was extreme and effectively clouded my judgment. 'I wonder if I'll regret this later...?'
**Early Summer 2005
Recently, I have noticed a change in Grimmjow's attitude. He is nicer, almost patient, smiles more, and wants to fight less and fuck more. Realistically, I shouldn't have any complaints. Grimmjow becoming tolerable is a good thing. Only, he hasn't changed a damn bit when it comes to other people. Just me. Unfortunately, by the time I man up and confront him, it's too late.
..."You really don't want this to go anywhere do you?"
"Sorry Grimm, but I thought we made that pretty clear in the beginning. Not only do I think we are not right for each other in that way, but I simply do not and will not have time for a serious relationship for quite a while."
"That makes sense, you wouldn't be you without that stubborn logical streak. To bad that's one of the things I love about ya."
"Listen Grimmjow, I-"
"Ichigo, I understand that there isn't anything I can do right now to change your mind, but you gotta remember that I am just as stubborn, if not more so than yourself. Not to mention that I am more than happy to fight for what I want. You might not want me now, but one day I will come back and fight to make you mine."
What have I done?
**Summer 2009 (Just Before Ichigo met Shirosaki)
Secretly, I really wish there was a part of me that could return his feelings. I know he would stay true to his word to make me happy, but no matter how deep down I search, I simply can't find a part of me that loves Grimmjow. Not wanting to give him false hope, I confidently reject the idea of 'any possible chance' when he persists. Every summer since, it has been the same... "No one can love you like I do, come back to me Ichi."
Sometimes I contemplate whether cutting him out of my life would help him move on, or make him more persistent. Knowing him, probably the latter. Stubborn bastard.
Fall 2009 (Present)
Music filled the club, almost deafeningly loud. The bass sent vibrations along the floor and walls, encouraging more people on to the dance floor.
Holding me from behind, Shiro leaned forward and spoke into my ear, "It's about time, you ready Ichi?"
I snort and tilt my head back, "I'm not the one about to jump on stage and take my clothes off. I should be asking you that question." Though admittedly, I am a little nervous. I have never seen Shiro perform before, and am worried about my reaction to his fans. A hundred or more people, cat calling my near naked 'boyfriend' on stage...yeah, I'm a little nervous.
Smiling, he turns me around and tilts his baseball cap back to initiate a deep kiss. Pulling away, he rearranges the cap to conceal his white locks and obvious face. Wouldn't do to have some of the more obsessed fans trying to jump him with me in his arms. "When the shows over, tell Kenpachi," he points to the big guy guarding the backstage door, "your name and he'll let ya through. My changing room is the last door on the left."
Thinking about it, I really didn't want the awkwardness of walking in on Shiro's naked or half naked 'roommates.' "Hey don't you share that room with two other guys?"
He smirked, "Yer so cute and shy Ichi. Yes, but neither of them are working tonight, so it'll just be the two of us." Stepping around me he finished, "Time to change love, you won't be able to resist me after this."
My reply of "Cocky bastard" didn't go unheard, and he laughed his way over to the backstage door.
Shiro doesn't know that he's completely won me over yet. Next week is his birthday and I plan on telling him that I am permanently his then. Though, I am finding it more and more difficult to hold out. It seems as though the words just want to spill out of my mouth every time we are intimate. When we are 'cuddling' I want to tell him. When we have sex, I want to tell him. Hell I am almost surprised it hasn't slipped out in my sleep yet.
I grab a seat at the bar with a decent view of the stage and buy a drink. A few minutes pass before the Disk Jockey's voice came over the speakers...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please, will you bring your attention to me. As I'm sure many of you are aware, we have a brand new set tonight, brought to you by Pleasure Harbor and performed by one of our favorite dancers. Formerly known as Tenshou, give it up for Ogihci and his rockin' new performance, 'Ladies and Gentlemen.'"
Shiro didn't tell me that he changed his stage name...Ogihci. I feel my face heat up and realize that I am probably the only one in the building, aside from maybe some staff members, that knows the significance of the new name. I'll have to remember to ask him about it later. The room quiets a bit as the lights dim to reveal the black light lit stage. The music starts and I take a drink, trying to calm my nerves.
"Ladies and Gentlemen please,
Would you bring your attention to me,
For a feast for your eyes to see,
An explosion of catastrophe,
Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door,
Your jaws will be on the floor,
After this you'll be begging for more..."
Shiro confidently takes the stage, and I can't tear my gaze away. His snow white skin and hair glow dangerously bright in the black lights, and he struts down the stage in sinful black leather. His eyes zero in on me and that breathtaking grin graces his face. Staying with the song, he stops and bows-
"Welcome to the show,
Please come inside,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Boom!..."
With the 'boom' the song picks up and I realize that I have forgotten to breathe. Shiro effortlessly slides the black jacket down his arms, revealing nothing underneath and exposing more of that sinful, glowing skin.
"Boom! Do you want it,
Boom! Do you need it,
Boom! Let me hear it,
Ladies and Gentlemen..."
The crowd complies, screaming and throwing money in the direction of the stage, some so over-excited that they fail to realize that they actually missed it. Shiro is topless and teasing, somehow managing to take suggestive dancing and make it gracefully appetizing at the same time. As the number of wadded bills gracing the stage grows, he reaches lower and teases at the zipper on his black leather clad legs.
"Ladies and Gentlemen good evening,
You've seen that seeing is believing,
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding,
Please check to see if you're still breathing,
Hold tight 'cause the show is not over,
If you will please move in closer,
You're about to be bowled over,
By the wonders you are about to behold here..."
The crowd goes wild as he slowly tugs the zipper down, one clasp at a time. To me they are simply background noise as I am enthralled with my lover on stage. I feel my body growing hot and lick my now dry lips in an attempt to get the feeling back in them.
"Welcome to the show,
Please come inside,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Boom! Do you want it,
Boom! Do you need it,
Boom! Let me hear it,
Ladies and Gentlemen..."
At the first 'Boom' in that chorus, the nearly illegal strategically, torn black leather pants finally came off to reveal skin tight, lace up the front, black leather boy shorts. I briefly wondered if I would return home hearing impaired. Well one thing is for sure, Ogihci was definitely returning home loaded, if the growing pile of cash was any indication. He danced his way through the rest of the instrumental, every movement arousing me further. As the song died down, I made my way over to 'Kenpachi' and the door to backstage.
The big guy grinned when he saw me approach, "Hey cutie, what can I do for ya?"
"Kurosaki, Ichigo." I didn't bother with small talk. I needed the albino dance god behind those doors.
"Ah, he said you were cute. Wasn't lyin.' Head on back good lookin.'" He stepped aside and I made my way through the door, ignoring the comments.
Walking through the last door on the left, I closed it behind me and looked up. Shiro was facing me, sitting at one of the room's three vanities, still clad only in those deadly leather boy-shorts.
He smirked, "You made it back here fast. Enjoy the show Ichi?"
Not being able to find my voice for a response, I immediately covered the distance between us and straddled his lap, crushing our lips together. My hands roamed his bare torso, covering every inch of skin I could. His tongue slipped in my mouth while he moved his hands to my butt, kneading the clothed flesh there.
Before we could take it any further, I heard voices outside the door and froze, realizing I forgot to lock it in my rush to Shiro.
"Hey man, thought you were off tonight?" Said an effeminate voice.
"Yeah, but I forgot my wallet last night..." Why does that voice sound familiar?
"...Just gonna grab it and-" The familiar voice opens the door and freezes. Holy fucking shit.
"Get your fucking hands off my Strawberry!"
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