Bottoms Up (A GrimmxIchi for Mana-Kun)

[Dalamir]

Tension and pressure. Such things led Ichigo to the newly opened club that sat right on the edge of downtown Karakura. The place didn't seem like the fanciest nor most recognized hotspot in town, with it's shrouded alleyways and flickering neon signs, which appeared to shut down or dim completely on certain occasions. A few punks could be seen conversing amongst themselves on the path corners, and the sporadic scratching of tires on cement echoed through the streets. Nevertheless, it was a respectable hangout for youths like Ichigo to come and experience.

Fortunately, he had managed to creep out of his clinic without being detected. It had been nightfall then, and windows burned scarlet in the now setting sun. Ichigo almost immediately made his way down to the club, skidding to a sudden half in front of the door. There, sure enough, stood a man at a height of about 6'2, with bright blue hair, inhospitable blue eyes, and and intimidating glare.

Dammit, he was hoping for an easy entry.

[Mana-Kun]

Blue hair, blue eye, blue undershirt, black blazer, black dress pants, brightly colored belt, black dress shoes, blue socks, and the sexy bright neon blue boxers. Grimmjow was set for another day of work at the local club, which was good for him, as he preferred to have his days to himself, and sleep in. But again he hated having to go to work like mostly any other person on the planet. He hated coming into contact with the ugly people, the loud and stupid ones, the ones who like to bribe him, but none of those really worked on him at all. All he cared about was getting his money to pay his rent. After just moving here a six months ago, hes behind a months worth of rent, so its either work over time or lose a living environment.

Grimmjow slowly brushed his hair how he wanted it and headed down to work rather early so he could stop all those who tried to sneak in through the allies or what ever means possible. It was also a good thing Grimmjow knew everyone who worked their and everyone who were V.I.P so it made everything that much easier for him to track down everyone who wanted in to the exclusive club.

Grimmjow made it and checked in on time and stood outside the door as people came. He allowed a few people in the others he threw them out because they simply annoyed the fuck out of him espically that Rangiku girl. She may have been hot as hell, but man she never shut the fuck up. Soon Grimmjow came to lock eyes with a red head, a fucking hot one at that. He smiled as the male made it up he denied everyone else that came up to him. But he decided hed let the orange haired man by becuase he was hot. “Just hurry your hot ass up before I change my mind.”

[Dalamir]

Ichigo raised a brow as people disappointedly, and angrily, slowly began to depart, making the line grow shorter and shorter. He poked his head out of the line only to see that blue-haired man reject individuals for reasons unknown. Sure you had to look decent to enter a club, but these people weren't all that bad looking. Ichigo straightened out as the line gradually decreased, hoping he had any luck. This guy was strict. He'd surely send anyone not accustomed to his taste straight home. Looked like a complete prick ontop of that... No way he could be allowed to send people away so easily. It made the teen frown as he finally stepped up in line, looking up at the bouncer in determination, and slight displeasure. There wasn't much he could do other than rely on possible acceptance. He stood somewhat startled at the man's comment, but fortunate to be admitted inside the club. Ichigo pushed the other's rather... blunt comment aside, taking a deep breath to ignore an oncoming wave of heat to his face, not thinking much of it, and passed to swing open the doors to enter.

He made it. Looking over his shoulder at the doors swing shut, Ichigo narrowed his eyes. Unbelievable... To cancel out those thoughts, he turned back around to take a look at the club. Nice. Music thumped loudly in one's ears, and a whole shitload of people were dancing along to the beat on a lit dance floor, stained lights playing the walls and floor. There was also a bar, racks holding all kinds of alcoholic drinks. A few were drunk, sitting on high chairs and babbling on about things gibberish to any listening women. Ichigo chuckled to himself, and decided that for tonight, he'd settle for a drink or two. He wasn't feeling all to energetic. Maybe, just maybe he'd join in on the dance floor once they hit a good song.

He leisurely approached the bar, and took a seat in a vacant high chair. Gesturing over the bar tender, he politely asked for a mixed drink containing only mild alcohol. He had no intention of getting wasted tonight. He hadn't in ages, but it was mostly because the headaches he'd get the following morning were like going through hell.

[Mana-Kun]

Grimmjow looked at the orange headed male as he walked by. Man he had a nice fucking ass. It made him so fucking hot, he wanted to grab this boys hot ass but ya know, he was stuck on door duty. He hated door duty. He could be doing something more fun and productive. He could be beating the shit out of some drunk, throwing someone out, or get off on some whores face. But for today he was glued on the orange headed hot assed male that he let in. He could get fired for letting the orange haired male in, but danm he was too hot to pass up. Who gives a danm about your job when your horny as fuck, like really, people these days.

Grimmjow soon switched off with a coworker named Kenpachi. They didn’t really get along the best but again, this asshole had just as much fun as he did. He walked through the rows of people, shoving and grabbing, pulling and pushing. Soon his eye found the orange haired male again. His mouth watered every so slightly as he wanted this male as his bitch for the night. That and he seemed a little lost, like really who goes to a club alone if they wanna fuck right? He growled before approaching the orange haired man and placing his hands on the males hips and harshly pulling him closer.

“Hey babe.” classical pick up line, but it was more like he already owned this man. He didnt care if other people saw him with a man around here, besides this bar welcomed everyone, as it was a new type of bar for more of the bisexual people, and homosexual friendly. “Your hot ya know.”

[Dalamir]

Ichigo downed about half of his beverage, taking the time in between to observe some of the guests here. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, and allowed his eyes to follow one person after another, viewing and, as much as he tried to refrain from doing so, judged. They all had a certain charm to them, none of them were particularly ugly, which brought the topic back to that bouncer. Ichigo wasn't gonna lie to himself, he had looks, but by no means was he hot... was he? He grimaced, and memorized what had happened. He thought he saw Rangiku bounding off after being prohibited to enter, or had it been some other strawberry-blond woman? The bastard even refused her entry. Sure she was annoying and loud, but she was only looking for a good time, same as many other people the tall male had just sent away. For some reason, Ichigo couldn't help but scrunch his nose in annoyance every time he thought of the other. It angered him, why, he didn't exactly know himself. The blue-haired man just had an atmosphere hanging about him that simply frustrated Ichigo.

Whatever. Ichigo downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down gently, allowing his eyes to gradually flutter to a close, listening to anonymous conversations and the background music. Everything seemed a blur, yet to some degree, almost soothing. It was nice to get away from the everyday stress, especially now that his classes kicked it up a notch the second semester. His head would've exploded by now hadn't he snuck out of the house every so often during all the heaps of work to go off on his own. Ichigo clearly wasn't looking to get into a chat, so he folded his arms on the bar counter and buried his head into his arms, yawning quietly. He swore he heard the grunting of a few people in the background, pushed and shoved.

Ichigo ended up opening one of his eyes as he heard someone take a seat next to him, refusing to lift his head and look at the person. However, he ended up having no choice. Ichigo drew in a sharp breath as he felt hands on his hips, and gasped as he was insensitively pulled closer to whoever had the nerve to approach him so crudely. The orange-haired teen almost flew off the chair, using his hands to clutch onto the front of the man's blazer for support. Catching glimpse of who it actually was, Ichigo shoved himself away, stumbling back with a growl. "What the hell? Fuck off, bas--" Luckily he caught himself, and began cursing under his breath. He didn't want the other to throw him out for public offense. Speaking of which... why wasn't this ass at his post? He narrowed his eyes, and in a slightly nicer tone, said, "Don't touch me."

[Mana-Kun]

Grimmjow smirked as the male almost lost his mind. This was going to be a fun fucking night if he was gonna play hard to get. He loved being the hunter running after his prey, and this kid was giving him what he wanted to play with. Grimmjow laughed to himself, he knew the kid was hot, but not this fucking hot. He grinned brightly as he was nearly swore at, his laugh wasnt really a quiet one, it was more loud and rather dark. Grimmy smiled at the boy.

“What the hell? Fucking really? You waging your ass around and you fucking single, that's what the hell.” he fixed his blazer, but ended up unbuttoning it in a few places and giving himself some rather nice swag. His bright blue undershirt showed rather well, it also outlined his toned body. The blue haired man laughed yet again as his arm wrapped around the males waist and purred. “ I cant with a hot bod like that. I'd like to fuck that ass.” his tongue trailed up the back of the males neck towards his ear. “How about we take it back to my place and we have some fucking fun.”

[Dalamir]

Ichigo cringed as he heard the other laugh a rather daunting laugh, taking a step or two back. His looks alone were nerve-racking, and he'd rather not see him enraged. Amazing how that bouncer hasn't gotten fired yet. Ichigo bet that he wasn't the only one the man would approach so directly. He took nothing the other said seriously, hell, he was barely even listening. All Ichigo wanted was to be left alone, to continue relaxing and do what he came here for in the first place. But no, this prick shows up and ruins the only night in a while that he had to himself. "Urgh..." he groaned, and turned on his heels to walk the other way, heading for a loud, chattering crowd in hopes of throwing the other off and make him lose interest.

But Ichigo halted and froze as he, yet again, felt that heavy hand on his body, this time pressuring his waist. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge, and he quickly pulled away without making eye contact with the other. "How would you know I'm single?" Ichigo argued crossly, although he knew full well that it was true. Hey, anything to get that guy away from him. The guy was talking about wanting to fuck him when they didn't even know each others names. Like hell that was gonna happen. "Go jerk yourself off, bastard," he retorted, and pushed himself past the blue-haired male, towards the door. There was no point hanging around if a club worker was gonna pester him.

[Mana-Kun]

Grimmjow snickered to himself. This kid was being such a stuck up bitch. He never met someone at this bar who was so uptight as him. Obviously this kid was just in denial or some shit because he to girly to be strait. Like holy shit, he bitched like a chick, he might as well be one. Now that he thought about it, he'd make a fucking hot ass fucking whore too. Not that he’d complain, he’d have boy or girl orange haired kid in his bed any day. He actually laughed at himself as he was just thinking of all the things he was going to do to this boy when he had the chance, but it wasn’t charging in his direction yet. As he felt the male push away from him again he gave a rather hard glare.

The blue haired male wasn’t done yet, but he was getting pissed at the uptightness of the male. He growled before hearing the male trying to some how treat him like a stalker, which he was not- well maybe. It depends if he wanted a fucking or something else, which in this case would be much easier. Grimmjow lets his nostrils flare, “You dont smell like woman, or of mixed musk.” he said sternly as he looked at his watch. “well would you look at that, its much fucking break.” he chuckled before looking at the orange haired kid and licking his lips. “ With you watching?! Sure fucking thing strawberry.” he chuckled as he pulled the male back to him, this time letting the front of their bodies rub together.

His grip was tight and almost unable to escape in anyway. Te only way out was down, and it would be to grimmjows pleasure. “ Comon, ill show you the best fucking time of your life. Trust me youll fucking love it strawberry.” Grimmjow purred to the boy as he gently began to grind to the music. He liked the nickname strawberry it had a nice ring to it, and it also felt like it fit. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to fuck a virgin, a nice fucking tight one at that.

[Dalamir]

Perhaps Ichigo was being a little too bitchy about the whole situation. He had no idea what made him so angry, nor what nerve the other hit to make him flip his shit like this. Yeah the taller male was blunt and crude, but whatever, some people just couldn't be helped. He was a two-faced dick, ya couldn't help it. Maybe it was the fact that he was mistaken for a gay. The teen did complain a lot, like some almost never satisfied blond chick, but by no means was he as flamboyant as a homosexual. It made Ichigo's eye twitch just thinking about it. He looked down at himself, examining his body. Black t-shirt with a white long sleeve pulled underneath, some pretty normal denim jeans with a white belt laced between its loops and shoes that had the look of nikes, gray, white and black designs along with a solid red check running along the side. Nothing gay to it. So why was this guy so persistent? It bothered him.

He listened to the other talk as he walked away, raising a brow at the very first saying. Was that supposed to be a compliment? He didn't smell like a woman, nor like musk. Good. Ichigo couldn't stand smelling like either. The teen rolled his eyes at the latter however, and clenched his teeth, yelping as he was pulled back suddenly. It was awkward and felt uncanny being pressed up against another male like that, yet as much as Ichigo tried to break free, the others grip was far too firm. "There's no way I'd watch something like that," he spat, just about ready to let his fist meet the others face if he weren't in that tight grip. Ichigo tried to calm his voice, hoping that the male would eventually let go. His eyes widened at the nickname, and he silently swore under his breath. Great, he basically knew his name now. He was used to friends and family calling him strawberry, not this ass.

"I'm not gay, so quit trying! And stop calling me that... It's Ichigo." He never had intercourse before, least of all with a man. So to be completely honest with himself, there was a slight hint of fear. Maybe it was this fear that caused him to be so protective. He drew in a sharp breath as he felt his body grind against the others, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to relax. "No." It was that simple. "I'm not gonna do this." Ichigo made sure not to let their eyes meet, staring instead at the others bright blue undershirt, which now revealed part of his chest. A shiver ran down his spine, and he felt a huge urge to wrestle the other until he eventually broke free. Yet something kept him glued to the spot. It was his lack of confidence most likely, a knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away anyway.

[Mana-Kun]

Grimmjow gave a deep stare at the boy who was playing right into his palm. He had a bitchy hot ass teen in his arms, what the fuck could go wrong now. He was surely going to get this kids pants off and fuck him endlessly for the rest of the night. Their was going to be no doubt about that. It pleased him to know that he had succeeded in his own personal goal for the night. Which was to fuck a bitch at least somewhere. The best part was that he could get away with it to being the bouncer their to. The best thing about working at this club was that Aizen, his boss, didn’t give two shits about what he did, as long as he kick the shit out of people when they acted up so they wouldn’t have law problems. And of course this meant he could fuck anyone that walked through the door, including little Strawberry here.

He gently licked his lips as he managed to enrage the smaller boy more than he expected from the comment. He expected a simple, fuck off, or a whatever, but that worked to, just adding more shots to the shotgun. His grin went from small to down right rape face. The blue haired male tightened his grip, but yet not hard enough he’d hurt the small figure, just hard enough to keep him under control. Blue eyes travelled down the Strawberry looking him over yet again, he seemed so pissed of at him, but it was so fucking hot and cute he didn’t give two shits if he was to be punched, he wouldn’t give up on this one at all. If only their was a way to keep this around longer than a one night stand. “You shouldn’t lie to yourself Strawberry.” he grinned with a laugh.

“Naw, I like Strawberry, it sounds hot, so I'll call you Strawberry.” his face showed no signs of falter. Nothing really bothered him at all, besides the bitchyness of him. He was like a never ending nagging mother, stop that, my is this, and blah blah blah. Its not like he really gave two shits about the bitchyness it was getting on his nerves though. The blue eyes made a quick note of how bashful the kid was getting, but yet he was still being a stubborn piss bag. What made Grimmjow raise a brow was teh fact the kid wasn’t fighting this, he just stared at his chest and spoke some random words that made him feel like shit. Well damn, it wasn’t his fault that he was horny from looking at him, fucking teenager is making him confused now.

“Fuck! Don’t fucking talk like that if you are not gay! Im gonna do it anyways, and you’ll like it because I can guarantee it’ll fucking feel good because its me doing it! Just calm the fuck down and loosen the fuck up! Your so fucking uptight and act like a goddamn woman! No wander people probably think your gay. Jesus you piss me off! But because I like you, I'm not gonna stop until I fuck your ass numb!” Grimmjow snapped as he scratched the back of his head before gently grinding the boy to the music. First step, make the kid fall in love, or make him horny, both work.