Title: Lost Cause II
Rating: M. Language, violence, sexual situations, sex. Lemon.
Description: Sequel to Lost Cause. Grimmjow has fallen in love with Ichigo, but Ichigo is already very taken by Shuuhei. ShuuheixIchigo, GrimmIchi?, GrimmIchiShuuhei?, Grimm?, guess you'll have to find out. Romantic, some angst, some drama, some humor.
Disclaimer: Bleach is created and owned by Tite Kubo, I merely pay homage to characters and a story I love.
A/N: Here is goes again! You can read this without reading Lost Cause, I'll try to cover the previous plot points, but if you want more details I suggest you read the original.
"Good lord, another costume party?" Byakuya said, looking over the invitation.
"You didn't dress up last year," Renji accused.
"I don't dress up any year."
"Any year but this year."
"I'd like to see how you're going to fail to convince me to dress up," Byakuya said.
"Samurai armor," Renji said, getting an idea. "The...er...respectable, right?"
"I don't 'dress up' this way."
"You dress up for me," Renji smiled.
"How about I promise to dress up for you but not for the party?"
"It better be something nice," Renji told him, biting his lover's ear.
"Of course," Byakuya said, secretly wondering what in the world he'd find to wear. He wondered when he'd be able to slip off to the world of the living for some shopping. As much as Ichigo annoyed him they would sometimes go shopping together and the two had been embarrassed and yet intrigued by a small shop that they had visited together.
"Where do you suppose that's supposed to go?" Ichigo had asked wide eyed.
"No where on or in my body," Byakuya had answered with a shudder.
"The spikes are actually surprisingly soft," the shopkeeper has assured them.
"I dare you," Ichigo said to Byakuya.
"Like I care what you think."
"Uh huh," Ichigo picked it up. "I guess I'm just a little more experimental than you is all."
Byakuya's eyes had narrowed. "Oh yeah? I bet you I can convince Renji to...use...this instead of me. You couldn't do that with Shuuhei."
Both of their boyfriends had been very frightened.
Ichigo had laughed when Shuuhei asked if he had done something to piss him off. Byakuya got a similar question from Renji but had simply answered "yes", much to Renji's confusion.
"Why?" Grimmjow asked.
"Fuck if I know," Kenpachi said. "I usually wear whatever the hell Yachiru forces me too."
"You're gonna be a zombie!" Yachiru said. "I got all this fun makeup to put on you."
"Yeah, sounds like fun," Kenpachi deadpanned.
"Makeup?" Grimmjow's eyebrows went up.
Kenpachi shrugged. "What, like the guy wearing blue eyeshadow or whatever the hell can point fingers."
"It's just my skin. It's just colored that way," Grimmjow growled.
"That's what Ikkaku has been trying to convince people of for years. Good luck with that," Kenpachi smiled.
"Your titties aren't big enough."
"He wore what?" Grimmjow almost dropped his drink.
"A red velvet corset over a tiny tight red vinyl skirt. He had on garters and fishnet thigh highs," Yumichika explained.
"What the hell was he supposed to be?"
"Well, he had horns and tail too. He was a devil," Ikkaku said. "Ichigo was just trying to get Shuuhei's attention though. It definitely worked."
"You think he'll wear something like that tonight?" Grimmjow said with a grin.
"You wish," Ikkaku laughed.
"How's being in the 11th working out?" a voice from behind the trio said. They all whirled around, because if there's one person you don't want behind your back it's Captain Kurotsuchi.
"Fine," Grimmjow said. "I'm being a good little boy."
"No crazy impulses to wipe out a bunch of shinigami or anything?" Kurotsuchi offered hopefully.
"Go poison someone else," Grimmjow said. "You can't do anything to me."
"Well, not legally."
"Not at all," Kenpachi said, walking out from the corner.
"Wow, Yachiru is really good," Ikkaku said.
"Whadda mean? He just looks like a dead guy," said Grimmjow.
"That's what zombies are," Ikkaku explained.
"Oh. Good job then."
"Mayuri, piss off," Kenpachi told the man.
Mayuri was already turning to leave.
"And what are you?" Grimmjow asked Yachiru, who was hanging on Kenpachi's back.
"Cupid!" Yachiru chirped. "Who do you want me to make fall in love with you, Kenny?"
Kenpachi paled slightly. "I really hope that's not why you wore that outfit."
"I'll got find someone!" Yachiru said, running off.
"That's gonna be trouble," Kenpachi muttered to himself. "I better get drunk before I have to think about it."
"Here here!" Ikkaku raised his glass.
Grimmjow grinned and drank his drink as well. "Oh hey, some fun arrived," he told the group, moving off.
"Hey Shuuhei," he greeted the man. "What the hell are you supposed to be?"
"I'm a rock star," Shuuhei told him.
"Well, at least you're wearing tight pants so I can see your ass," Grimmjow said provokingly.
"Nice skirt," Shuuhei replied to his rival.
"Yeah, I like it myself," Grimmjow didn't bother to get offended. "I'm supposed to be a Roman...Roman...gladiator I think...something like that."
"Whatever. You just didn't want to wear a shirt."
"Shirts are overrated. I like your fancy net one though. It kind of makes you look like a whore but I suppose that's what happens when you riffle through your mom's closet," Grimmjow said with a grin.
"I don't know, Ichigo likes when I look like a whore sometimes."
Grimmjow didn't have a reply to that, he just glared at the man. Shuuhei smiled back.
"Hey guys," Ichigo said, walking up to them. "Sorry I'm late. Paperwork," he explained.
Grimmjow's eyes were glued to him. Out of all the outfits he could have worn, he really had to pick that one? Grimmjow wasn't sure if Ichigo was supposed to be a tiger or an orange striped cat but he was wearing a skin tight catsuit that was bright orange with black stripes. He had a pair of cat ears on his head and a long tail. From the angle he was standing at, Grimmjow could perfectly see the definition of Ichigo's thighs and ass as the body clinging fabric didn't leave a lot to the imagination.
That's it, he's getting it this time, Grimmjow thought, feeling the roar of blood in his ears. He moved forward. He felt a pair of arms around his shoulders pulling him away.
"What the fuck?" he asked, seeing that it was just Ikkaku and Yumichika. He tried to turn around to face Ichigo again.
"No!" Yumichika said firmly.
Grimmjow was getting a little mad. Sure he had to be on his best behavior or be pumped full of whatever the hell Kurotsuchi came up with but he just claim he was drunk or something when he pounded Shuuhei into the ground and ran off with Ichigo.
"You're not thinking," Ikkaku to him.
"Of course I ain't," Grimmjow had gone from angry to horny in nothing flat and there was nothing the two of them were going to do that was gonna... "Mmm," Grimmjow said, wrapping his hands around Yumichika as the smaller man pulled him into a searing kiss. He didn't let go even when Yumichika pulled away.
"Yeah, alright, we talk about this shit beforehand," Ikkaku said, his hands on the two of them, ready to pull them apart.
"Oh come on, Ikkaku, he's clearly in a time of need," Yumichika said.
Grimmjow was enjoying Yumichika's maid outfit and took the chance to run his hand up the back of Yumichika's shirt.
"Fucking stop that for a second," Ikkaku growled at Grimmjow. He looked at Yumichika. "We have to work with him, it's different than picking up some guy at a bar or whatever."
"Uh huh, what about Rangiku?"
"That was a one time thing. Plus, it's Rangiku," Ikkaku offered by way of explanation.
"Remember that one thing that I said I would never do again?" Yumichika said.
"Which..." Ikkaku was thinking back. Realization dawned on him. "Really?"
"I'll do it twice."
"Can we please go before I fuck someone into a wall?" Grimmjow growled. He could still hear Ichigo talking and laughing behind him.
"Yeah, fine," Ikkaku said. "But you fucking be careful with him."
The three left.
"Hey, where did Grimmjow go?" Ichigo asked Rukia.
"Uh, well he was gonna rape you so Yumichika and Ikkaku intervened and carted him off someplace," she explained.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "He's not that bad."
"No, I'd say she gave a pretty accurate description," Yoruichi assured him.
Shuuhei just stared into his drink. It was either stare at his drink, be pissed off at Grimmjow, or stare at Ichigo's ass. Considering he knew Ichigo would want to at least say hi to everyone, the drink seemed like the best option. Of course Ichigo had to tease him about his neko fetish and wear a fucking cat costume. Shuuhei tried to think of math or something dull. Exactly why did I wear tight pants again? He wondered. Ichigo brushed his check with one of his ears.
"Fuck," Shuuhei said.
"I'll only torture you an hour, then you can take me home," Ichigo whispered to him.
Rukia was laughing behind her hand.
"I wonder where Renji is?" Ichigo asked innocently, as if he hadn't just been teasing his boyfriend.
"We're not going," Byakuya said.
"There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing," Renji replied. "This is how boxers in the world of the living dress."
"Put a shirt on. Don't boxers have robes?" Byakuya recalled seeing something from one of Renji's magazines.
"I didn't get one. What's the problem?" Renji said.
"The problem is this," Byakuya pointed at the v of tattoos that went down the low slung shorts, along the lines of muscle.
"No one can look at that and not be curious at to how far down those go."
"I think you're overrating my charm," Renji grinned. "I can't believe you're jealous."
"Besides, those are only barely clinging to your hips. What if the knot were to slip?"
"The tie is fine," Renji assured him.
Byakuya pulled at it, and Renji's pants began to slide down. He quickly grabbed them before they went too low.
"You're not wearing any undergarments," Byakuya said with a low voice.
"Um, well," Renji tried to explain.
Byakuya's mouth was on his suddenly. Renji wrapped his hands around his ex-captain's head, forgetting about his shorts. "Shit!" he cursed, trying to grab them. Byakuya quickly grabbed his hands and they fell, exposing Renji.
"Fuck, we're just out here in the open, Byakuya," Renji said.
Byakuya pushed him backwards back into the Squad 5 office. He knew Ichigo was long gone.
Renji not so secretly loved when Byakuya got angry and pushy. In fact, he kind of had a feeling his outfit might not meet with his lover's approval. Byakuya had always refused to do anything aside from briefly kissing in his office, but it had always been a fantasy of Renji's. He smiled to himself as Byakuya locked the door behind them. I wonder how I'll explain why I have lube in my desk drawer? Renji pondered.
Grimmjow was holding a sleeping Yumichika tightly to his chest.
"You're going to have to let him go," Ikkaku told him.
Grimmjow looked at Yumichika and loosened his grip.
"Naw, I meant Ichigo. Even if he weren't with Shuuhei he'd be pining over him. You didn't see him when they weren't together. That kid was dead set for Shuuhei and no one else," Ikkaku explained.
"I know, even when he was being tortured in Las Noches and delirious with pain he still would talk about the bastard," Grimmjow said quietly. "Things change though, people change. Maybe eventually Shuuhei will decide that he can't give up chicks after all, maybe I'll just be lucky and he'll catch a cold and die, maybe Ichigo will get a head injury and forget the dick and I can jump in."
"Yeah, all of those sound totally likely," Ikkaku laughed softly.
"You would never give up Yumichika. I see you guys together. It's like you were made for each other."
Ikkaku sighed. "You could at least stop being so antagonistic. If Shuuhei liked you then maybe you'd at least hang out with Ichigo more often. If nothing else, it's something you haven't tried yet."
Grimmjow grunted. "I should probably head back home to Kenpachi's. Supposedly I'm not supposed to stay out all night."
"He gave you a curfew?" Ikkaku laughed.
"He didn't. It's just the terms of my deal," Grimmjow said. "The Soul Society wants to keep tabs on me at all times."
"Sucks for you."
"Better than being locked up still, or dead."
Grimmjow moved to leave and Yumichika whined in his sleep a little. Ikkaku grabbed him and Yumichika was quiet again.
"You shinigami are so warm. It's still kind of weird to me."
"Yeah well your giant-ass hole is weird to me. Where the hell do you put your sake?" Ikkaku wondered.