Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 15
Ladies and Gentlemen 15
***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
***Bleach is Kubo's and 'It's The Way You Love Me' is by David Guetta ft. Kelly Rowland
It's The Way You Love Me
I tap my foot impatiently as I wait for my white haired nemesis to answer. Honestly, what is taking him so long to get to the god damn phone. A vision of the white male on top of a flushed and panting Ichigo runs through my mind, and I nearly crush the phone in response. Was he serious when he said that he'd be fucking my Ichigo tonight? While I prepare to leave a very loud and furious voicemail, I grab my shoes and keys to run over there and break his door down.
Just as I throw the first shoe on, the asshole finally picks up. Before I can even yell that he better not be fucking my strawberry, his tired and irritated salutation of "Fuck off," stops me short and I promptly hear the line die. "What the fuck asshole!" I shout, though knowing full well he can't hear me. Hitting the send button again on my cell, I wait for the phone to redial so I can give that bastard a piece of my mind. Sent directly to his voicemail, I seethe and without thinking, fast pitch my phone across the room and into the wall. It instantly shatters into hundreds of little pieces and I belatedly realize that is the fourth phone I have destroyed because of Shirosaki's unforgiving ability to make the worst of my temper.
"Well, that could have gone better." Despite the display he just witnessed, my brother gazes impassively at the mess that used to be my phone. Raising his eyes back up to me he continues, "Not that I wish to re-witness the wrath, but I am curious as to what he said to illicit such a reaction."
Deciding I could at least explain why there is another hole in the wall and why I am once again phone-less, I answer his question. "First the asshole waited forever to pick up the damn phone, which made me think things that pissed me off worse. Then, before I even get the chance to rip him a new one, he tells me to 'fuck off' and hangs up the damn phone!"
Ulquiorra smirks, "Knowing Shirosaki, the fact that he would never miss the chance to play with your temper, and how temperamental he gets when his sleep is disturbed, you probably woke him up."
Huh? Sleeping at 10:30 on a Friday night? I guess he did sound a little tired. Convinced that he was sleeping and not fucking Ichi, I set my keys back down and look back at Ulquiorra, "Get ready. We are going out tonight."
"I don't suppose denying this request will bode well with my sanity?"
"Ichi will just say no, and Shirosaki's obviously not goin' so if you want me to go alone..."
"No, I remember very well what happened last time I left you to your own devices. I would rather avoid having another random, drunk, singing, naked redhead in our kitchen at four in the morning."
I smirked when he left out that the guy I drunkenly picked up was also wearing my Strawberry patterned boxers on his head. Strangely enough, it had been a gag gift from the Snowflake before he met Ichigo. The fact that the guy was a redhead was no coincidence either. Occasionally, when I see Ichi and the bastard together, my hormones go into overdrive and I need release. While me giving in to my lust drive enough to have to bring someone home is extremely rare, whenever it does happen I make sure that I will be able to visualize Ichigo underneath me. The more the random guy has in common with him the better.
"So yer goin' with me." I made it a statement knowing he wouldn't dare refuse and risk a repeat performance.
"Yes, though I am not overly pleased with the thought. Where are we going?"
"Does it matter? You are gonna dress the same no matter where we go." I huff, starting to get annoyed that he hasn't gone to change yet.
"Fine, but don't forget your wallet. Since you are demanding my presence, you will be buying."
Figures, cheap bastard, "Just go get ready will ya." With that he finally retreated my room to go change. Jumping up for a quick glance in the mirror I check my own attire. After rolling up the long sleeves of the navy button up shirt to about the elbow, I button it up to about the third button from the top while checking the jeans. The whitewash bootcuts fit nicely around my ass and fall just right down my legs to the one black socked foot, and the one black leather Italian shoe. With the shirt finished, I do a quick once-over and deem it suitable enough for the night. Taking one last despairing look at my dead phone, I throw on the other shoe and walk out of the room.
Twenty minutes later, I am still sitting in the living room waiting on my brother. "Any fucking day!"
Just as I finish he rounds the corner from the hall, rolling the sleeves of his tight green button up about halfway up his forearm. "If any day is fine, then perhaps we should wait for tomorrow."
"Just get yer shit so we can go."
He moves to the coffee table and grabs his wallet, pulls out the I.D. and slips it into the back pocket of his black skinny jeans. I swear he is moving slow on purpose, pain in my ass.
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"Late at night I lose my focus,
Late at night I'm callin' out for you,
It can't be right, I got no focus,
I hope you noticed..."
The multicolored lights dart back and forth across the large slowly turning, low lit dance floor, and I take a brief second to glance around at the numerous bodies swaying to the music. The beat picks up and I feel Ichigo speed up his movements in front of me. His back is to me so when I look down his close body, I have a great view of his ass in those dark blue jeans he pulled out of my closet earlier. Since Ichi didn't have a change of clothes with him, we found some that fit me a little tight and were a perfect fit for him. We had on the same color jeans, muscle tanks, his white, mine black, though he still had his red button up over shirt on. My own black overshirt met a sad fate outside the bar when I was recognized as Ogihci by a drunken fan girl. Still moving in sync with Ichigo, I look around the place again, this time checking the set-up.
"...The chemistry is off the radar,
Look at me, I don't know what to do,
This chemistry is off the radar,
Baby, let me see you later..."
My attention is quickly brought back when my orange headed lover turns in step and grinds against me, while placing a chaste kiss on my lips. My dance movements falter at the action and he laughs, turning back around to grind that tight jeaned ass against my hardening front.
"...Over and over you run in my mind,
Give me one look and I know,
Can't you see we're only wasting our time?
Baby, thought you understood..."
I slide my hands up the front of his unbuttoned overshirt and pull him back, tight against me whispering in his ear, "Much more of that Ichi, and I won't be able to hold back." I feel the results of my proximity and words as a tremor pulses through his body.
"...It's the way you love me,
It's the way you move me,
And the way you touch me,
It's the way you love me..."
He turns his head, our lips so close that his brush mine as he responds, "Well Shi, you really were never known for your self control. However, with that line to the bathroom, I'm afraid you'll have to wait till we get home." He smirks and continues to sway those deliciously moving hips, not missing a beat.
"...What's the point? I can't remember,
Where's the key? Well, give it up to me,
You got me boy, and I surrender,
Let's get you back on my agenda..."
So, my little Strawberry thinks he can get away with teasing me on the dance floor eh? You'd think that after nearly a year of watching me dance he'd know better. Placing my hands on his hips, I forcefully turn him around and pull him tight against me. "Ichi, Ichi, what have I taught you about teasing me?" Moving one hand to that perfect backside, I grab on tightly and push him into me while I snap my hips forward. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes he's about to get a taste of his own medicine.
"...Over and over you run in my mind,
Give me one look and I know,
Can't you see we're only wasting our time?
Baby, thought you understood,
It's the way you love me,
It's the way you move me,
And the way you touch me,
It's the way you love me..."
After a few more teasing hip snaps where our clothed erections barely touched, he gets impatient and tries to hold me against him for more firm contact. Smiling and shaking my head, I give in slightly and bring my knee in between his legs to rub against him, while watching his face flush beautifully. Lowering my knee back down, I make sure to not lose contact so my long jean covered thigh rubs against his center mercilessly. The move causes him to briefly lose balance and he grabs on to me, placing his head on my shoulder, his movements slower while he composes himself.
"...Baby, it's simple to see,
This is where I'm meant to be,
You stole a piece of my heart,
You're making me start all over,
It's the way you love me,
And the way you move me..."
By this point, we are both sweating and breathing heavily. His light gasps against my neck turn me on even more, and I don't think I will be able to make it through another song before throwing him over my shoulder and carrying him to the car where I can fuck him senseless. The past hour of watching him move on the dance floor has played hell on my hormones and honestly, I think we are both surprised I have lasted this long without dragging him someplace secluded. When he straightens himself once more, he meets my eyes and hooks the one leg not trapped between my own around my waist. Yes, this will definitely be the last dance.
"...It's the way you love me,
It's the way you move me,
And the way you touch me,
It's the way you love me,
It's the way you love..."
One hand secures his leg, while the other moves up to the side of his face, pulling it close enough to mine that he can hear my low words, "We're leavin' after this." He smirks and gives that look that tells me he's about to play hard to get, "But I was kind of hoping to stay till close." I snort, like hell.
"I'll make this simple for ya Ichi. Either ya can walk out the door with me, or I can throw ya over my shoulder and haul you out. Either way, I will be fuckin' ya within the next ten minutes." Then a more sinister thought occurs and I can't hold back, "Or, I suppose if ya prefer, I could always just take you right here on the dance floor." His movements freeze and I know that just ended his little game of hard to get.
"...Every little thing you do,
Everything that you do,
You can put me in the mood,
You put me in the mood..."
His dance moves started back up a little jerky and his voice comes out strained, "Walking works fine." Smirking, I close the short distance between us and bring him into a deep kiss.
"...Now I'm looking straight at you,
You're looking at me too,
Yeah, you know what I want from you."
When the beat of the next song begins, I grab his hand and take a step back to lead him out. He blushes, follows my step and glances over my shoulder, which should be the direction of the door, and his entire body freezes, grip tightening in my hand. At his reaction, I turn quickly only to be assaulted with shades of blue.
"Goin' somewhere Snowflake?"
God Damn-it!
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"What can I get for you?" The bartender flips the bar towel over his shoulder and waits for my order.
"Ya, I'll take a Heineken and a Mojito." I would've added 'Mojito for the little bitch,' but since Ulquiorra was in the restroom, the jibe would have been lost. He sets the beer on the bar and turns to get the stuff to make the other drink.
I look around at the place, slightly impressed with the set-up. There are two main sections which are mostly divided by the giant ass bar which forms a sort of island in the center of the place. On one side is the stage for the strippers, or sorry, 'exotic dancers', complete with a standing area in front of the stage, tables further back, and booths along the wall. But that was generally the typical set-up for a strip bar.
What caught my attention was the dance floor on the other side of the bar. Since there is still one more set on the strip side, I haven't gotten to see it in action yet, but from what I hear, the entire damn thing rotates. Starrk, the bartender, claims that it really isn't that great because it has to go slow enough so people don't fall all over the place. And when drunks are thrown in the mix, that is really, really slow. Still seems like a cool concept to me though. He also mentioned that after tonight, the last 'exotic' set will end at 10:00 nightly and the DJ takes over on the dance floor, but since this is opening night and they wanted to introduce all their dancers, the DJ will take over at midnight and the place will be open till 4:00 in the morning.
During my brief inspection, Ulquiorra comes back and picks up the drink Starrk just finished making. Handing the barkeep the cash and telling him to keep the change, we turn and find a table to watch the last dancer, introduced as Cain.
"Fitting I suppose, since the last man up there was Abel," Ulquiorra said while setting his drink on the chosen table. I look down at him to respond, but stop short when I see the shock on his face. That's unusual. Following his stare, I look up to the stage and nearly drop my beer. Standing up there in a mobster outfit, greeting the crowd could be Ichigo and Shirosaki's double, or would that be triple, again only with different coloring. Skin shade somewhere in between theirs with hair darker than both, the hat making it hard to tell between black or dark brown.
"Holy shit!"
"Yes, my thoughts exactly."
The music starts up and I recognize the tune, "The Last Stand, The Italian Smoke Squad."
"What?" My brother looks questioningly at me.
"The song, he is making a character. Defining his set." I look back to the stage and watch him perform. The song is not fast paced, which makes his movements and the removal of clothing teasingly slow. In comparison to his look-a-like, he isn't nearly as good as Ogihci, but the body compares quite well to both him and Ichigo, falling just in between their already close sizes.
Ulquiorra speaks over the rising volume of the crowd, "It would appear he is already quite popular." Looking at the growing number of people in front of the stage waving bills, I have to agree.
As the set ends, my brother stands, "I need another drink."
"With ya there," I respond quickly as we make our way to the bar and away from Cain's shouting fans.
Nearly an hour later, we are sitting at the bar still talking about the doppelganger of the men we have been after for years. Similarities, differences, who we think his personality is most similar to. After my fifth beer and Ulquiorra's fourth Mojito, the object of our conversation seemingly appears out of no where behind my brother.
"Hey Starrk, I'll take a Jack and Coke." The dark headed male catches me looking and sports a smile I am all too familiar with. Definitely more like Shirosaki there.
I nod at him and Ulquiorra turns around to see who had grabbed my interest.
He takes our attention as a cue to speak, "Gentlemen, how are we enjoyin' this fine night?"
"Quite well, thank you." My brother is being civil, which means he has also figured out that the man is more like Shirosaki.
"Yeah, it's a nice place. The dancers need a little more practice though." I smirk, this will be the defining factor. Snowflake or Strawberry?
He laughs, "Spoken like someone who thinks they can dance. Care to show what ya got?" He finishes while pointing to the now active dance floor. Hm, a challenge huh? Guess that answers my question. Apparently I owe Ulquiorra twenty bucks from our little bet, Damn.
Standing up I respond, "Sure thing. Lead the way Ballerina." He smirks and starts off ahead.
We enter the dance floor to David Guetta's It's The Way You Love Me. The song is already on the first chorus, but that doesn't matter as we jump into the rhythm, showing off what we've got. Towards the end even I gotta admit that the guys got moves.
His impressed look tells me he thinks so to, "Not bad Twinkletoes. Where'd you learn t-" He stops abruptly, eyes locked somewhere behind me and lets out a low whistle. Following his gaze, I turn and my breath freezes in my chest. There, in the center of the dance floor is my Strawberry dancing oh so sexily with his leg wrapped around my nemesis and phone destroyer, who pulls him in for a kiss.
"God damn-it! Sleeping my ass!" I growl low, gaining the attention of the male in front of me.
"You know them?" His hopeful inquiry is lost on me as I walk around him to the untangling males in my sights. They look like they are about to leave when I reach them, "Goin' somewhere Snowflake?" Not if I have anything to say about it.
***...(silence)...Hey, the ending surprised me too!