The Songbird's Lullaby

Summary: Ichigo is a masochistic sex-addict running a yakuza branch managing money. Aizen is a high-ranking yakuza leader, his fuck buddy, as well as his long-time crush. And Grimmjow is his new bodyguard, whom he deems to be a way for him to get over Aizen. Sadly, Grimmjow is impotent. Will thing's work out?

Pairings: Grimmjow/Ichigo. Aizen/Ichigo. Brief Shiroshaki/Ichigo and Renji/Ichigo. Mentioning of Kenpachi/Ichigo and Byakuya/Ichigo.

Warnings: AU. Lots of smut. Lots. Ichigo's a man whore. Graphic Language. Lots of violence and gore later on. Lots of OCCness(especially in Ichigo) Some angst later on. Cliché nicknames.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Yoneda Kou's work. Neither Kubo's. This fic will not follow the exact script of the manga. Based on and inspired by the manga series/yaoi Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai by Yoneda Kou. I may use some phrases from the manga, just cause it's so epic. Overall, it's just similar to and based off of Kou's plot, but it doesn't exactly follow it. Wait....did that make sense at all?

Author's Notes: I really love Yoneda Kou's work. Her artistic skills are godly and this specific manga of her's is just heavenly. Idk. Maybe it's cause the two main characters are so epic. I hope you guys will enjoy this story in the future!

Setting: Tokyo, Japan/ Time: Present

Chapter I. The Songbird's Lullaby

“There's nothing more unmanageable than men's envy...”

Yahiro of Saezuru Tori Wa Habatakanai.

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“More.” The orange-head panted against the desk. His spine arched and hips were raised to meet the erratic thrusting, but failed when the man attempted to changed his angle and started pumping himself into Ichigo awkwardly. 'God damnit.' Ichigo cussed through his slightly cloudy mind. He struggled against the tie that bind his wrists behind his back, squirming to somehow get himself in a better position so he could get the ignorant man to somehow hit his sweet spot again.

“You comin'?” Renji grunted behind him. Fuck no, shithead. “Not yet.”

Ichigo was far from coming. Dumb ass doesn't know how to fuck an ass right. I don't even think he can fuck in general. But Ichigo, being all so sensitive and all, gave him all the wrong gestures of his junk's quality with his body's twitching and the moans spilling from his swollen lips.

“Whatever.” He suddenly grunts. “Even if you come, it won't be enough to satisfy you, huh?” He chuckled. “Pervert.”

It's true. This won't be able to quench his want. It can't. He felt empty. Ironic to his current situation. Well, physically and emotionally. Especially when the fucking redhead didn't know how to fuck at all and he wasn't exactly what Ichigo would call a perfect size. The thrust’s speed increased, becoming more short and clumsy. Fucking shit. Renji was coming.

“N-Not yet.” Ichigo struggled out, the binds digging into his wrists, drool pooling beneath his chin.

Renji gave a particular hard thrust, finally hitting Ichigo's prostate all this time. Ichigo screamed and squeezed his eyes closed, withering in almost bliss and silently begged Renji to hit it again.

“Fuck so fuckin' close.” Renji panted.

Just then he stopped.

What.The.Fuck.

“What the fuck you think yer doin'?” Renji snarled.

Ichigo snapped his eyes open, vision blurred but he forced it to focus on the third figure. Blue. So much goddamn blue.

“Are you alright?” The new guy asked.

Ichigo was still panting and eyes still glazed with unfulfilled sexual desire, but inside, he was outraged. Renji had gone instantly placid inside of him, and he himself was still hard.

“I'm not, you motherfucking retard.” Ichigo seethed.

Renji, sporting a newly developed black eye that he had received from the blue-haired latter after he ostensibly misunderstood the situation, was bowing down in front of Ichigo. Ichigo didn't bother to acknowledge him as he slipped a cigarette between his lips, Hisagi lighting the end of it straightaway.

“We're very sorry!” Renji almost wailed.

Ichigo scowled, annoyed by Renji's apology rather than the intentional effect it's suppose to have. He noticed that the blue-haired man didn't bother to even follow Renji and almost smirked at that. Apparently, Renji also noticed this, and with a over exaggerated gasp he attempted to force the man to bow as well by physical force.

“Bow too you moron!” He shoved his shoulder.

“Don't fucking touch me.” The man snarled.

At this, Ichigo shuddered. He voice sounds exotic and guttural. Ichigo felt his half-hard cock phasing into yet another erection. And Renji just had to halt it with a holler of his lousy, rasping voice.

“Who the fuck you think you are prancing around like a fuckin' BAMF?” Renji snapped.

“Renji.” Ichigo narrowed his eyes. The said man gulped.

“Y-Yes Boss?” He stuttered.

“You are the worst lay ever.” Ichigo put out simply as he exhaled his smoke. “You fuck like your fucking a melon.”

Renji flushed as kept his head down to hide his humiliation. “Sorry Boss.”

“Pay with shooting a solo fap video or wanking off in public. It's your choice and I'd advise you to think it over.” Ichigo could see Hisagi sniggering in the sidelines and he was surprise that the new guy was able to keep a straight face.

Or the man thought he was only joking. Speaking of this man. “Hisagi.”

“Yes Ichigo-sama?” Hisagi stepped forward.

“Who's the big guy?”

Hisagi glanced at the blue-haired man briefly before looking back at Ichigo. “We just hired him. He was released from prison a couple months ago and apparently he was sent here by Shinji as a loan shark. Although currently we're short on people, we'd thought he'd do better as a body guard.”

Ichigo snorted. “I don't need a body guard.”

“B-But I thought you wanted one?” Hisagi stumbled on his words.

“Ugh, damn it Hisagi, I was joking.” Ichigo extinguish the cigarette, no longer in the mood to even smoke.

“I'm sorry Ichigo-sama.” He bowed apologetically.

Why is everyone fucking bowing today? He decided to ignore the other two and focus his attention onto the newly hired bodyguard. He was dressed in an average black and white formal suit, one that would be worn to a job interview. But he wore it with such an apathetic matter, the top two buttons popped open two expose a peak of tempting collar bones and his tie hung loose around his neck. Even with the suit on, Ichigo could clearly see that the man had a rip and muscular build. His hair was a beautiful robin blue, and was brushed back and left wild yet it appeared to have this controlled libido to it. Even his eyes were blue, a crisp sapphire that burned him as he stared back at Ichigo. Ichigo licked his lips.

“Hisagi. Renji.” The two raised their heads instantly. “Out.”

They did so with out uttering a word. Thank goodness. Ichigo's toffee brown eyes never left Grimmjow's sky-filled ones. Ichigo smirked.

“Sit.” Ichigo ordered and he gave himself his own seat on his vinyl lounge chair.

Grimmjow complied, drifting over to the other chair in front of Ichigo. Ichigo continued studying the other, finding the man to be more attractive than he thought up close. Grimmjow never stopped his gaze either, his eyes swirling and flickering like a blue flamed as he attempted to scathed Ichigo with only his eyes. Ichigo shivered, pleased by Grimmjow's boldness. Looks like he used to be a delinquent though. Ichigo noted.

“What's your name.” Ichigo finally asked.

“Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.” Pfftt, what?

“Is that your real name?” Ichigo masked the humor threatening to surface. He didn't want to piss him off. Yet.

“Yeah.” He answered simply, indifferent as if it were a regular thing.

I wonder if he's a foreigner...Perhaps his parents are of different ethnicity. Ichigo cocked his head to the side. He looks as if he's multiracial. More of that western look. And he noted that his eyes were blue, perhaps from a European ancestor.

“Do you know who I am?” Ichigo wondered.

And from earlier activities, he could guess that Grimmjow had a couple of thoughts. “I've seen you around a few times. The office.” He sounded like a stalker.

But Ichigo was wondering out of all the things he could have said, he said that one. Was he trying to get on his good side? How ridiculous. “That's not what I meant.” His patience was running out. Sexy man or not. “Shinji has talked about me to you before, hasn't he? If not, surely he warned you before you came here.”

“The young leader of Tensa, a group under the Soul Society that manages money. Overall, a treasurer of a small branch of the yakuza.”

Ichigo hummed. “But that's not all he told you, right?”

Grimmjow continued. “Super masochistic pervert.”

Ichigo let out a mirthful chuckle. “More, tell me.”

“Lustful berry.” Typical. “Seductive strawberry.” How old. “The sperm dump of the yakuza bosses.”

There was a pause, Grimmjow was unsure if he should go on after that. But Ichigo's laughing his ass off, pressing a hand over his aching gut as the laughter spew out. “That dumb ass. Such a thing is out-right impossible. Does he not know how many bosses are out there?” Ichigo snorted. “Plus, I've only slept with three bosses in my entire life.” He waved for Grimmjow to continue.

“Ichigo has a flawless poker-face. Even as he's scowling or smiling at you, he's either fucking you in his mind or he's slaughtering and castrating you in his mind.”

For a long moment, there's utter complete silence. Ichigo could only hear his own soft breathing as he yet again, stares into Grimmjow's endless see of baby blue. Fuck. Even though Grimmjow knew all these things, and he himself knew that it was highly unlikely that the man was anywhere near attracted to him, he was outright hard as a pole for Grimmjow.

“Which one do you think it is?” Ichigo asked. “Do you know what I'm thinking as I'm looking at you right now?”

“Don't know.” Grimmjow shrugged. “Don't care.”

Ichigo licked his lips, his desire for this man heightening. Fuck, straight, not attracted, what ever the fuck he is, I want him inside me. Now.

“Guess.” Ichigo offered as his loosened his tie.

“You want to slaughter me?” Ichigo snorted at the blue-haired latter's answer.

“You suck.” He chuckled out and raised his foot. He nudged it against Grimmjow's inner thigh and traveled towards Grimmjow's crotch. “How about I give you a hint?”

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning into sharp and piercing glares. “You wanna castrate me?”

Again, Ichigo snorted, and palmed his face. “Oh, how I hoped you weren't as much of an idiot as the others.” He opened the top two buttons of his suit, just like Grimmjow. “Take off your belt.”

Grimmjow blinked. “Pardon?”

“I'm never satisfied with fucking with some of my subordinates who are willing.” Ichigo drawled. “You know why?” Although Grimmjow doesn't say anything, Ichigo continues. “They're always either hesitant or inexperienced. And since I'm a masochist, I'm never fully satisfied with just fucking.”

“Doesn't it hinder in the work?” Grimmjow seemed to be stalling and Ichigo smirked.

“I don't care. As long as they don't do stupid shit.” Ichigo nudged him with the heel of his shoe. “Belt, please.”

His mind was instantly buzzing when Grimmjow's hands traveled to his belt and unbuckled. God, how he hoped not to disappoint. With a body so divine, it's no doubt that the package would be just as enticing, or maybe more. Ichigo shuddered. His heart was going giddy with his imagination going wild and his lower back already tingled with anticipation. Just as the belt clinked open, Ichigo's self-control fractured and he crawled his way over to kneel in between the blue-haired man's thick yet long legs. He didn't look up at Grimmjow yet. He didn't want to meet those thrilling eyes just yet for what was left of his self-control just might shatter completely. Nimble fingers opened a pathway to Grimmjow's treasure, revealing all of what Ichigo hoped for at this moment. His mouth instantly watered at the sight of it. Fucking perfect. Just like the rest of him. I knew it.

He was flaccid, but the sex was still amazing. Thick with slightly prominent veins and at least six inches. God, imagine him erect though. Would it tear me apart? Excitement washed over him in waves of glee. Ichigo found himself a perfect bodyguard alright. He took Grimmjow into his mouth, parting the man's legs farther to give himself more room to work, and rolled the meat over his tongue. He nuzzle further into his crotch, spying some blue peaking out through his briefs. Shit is that blue hair real? But Ichigo shouldn't be the one to talk considering he was also a natural orange-head. When he deemed himself ready, he looked up into Grimmjow's eyes to see his reaction and nearly came in his pants. Nearly. It would shame him if he did so.

Grimmjow was smoldering him with his gaze, taking in what Ichigo was doing to him and seemingly calm just as he did it. I really love his eyes. Ichigo began to massage Grimmjow's thigh with a free hand. I could have him stare at me like that all day.

“Fuck, I wonder what you'll look like when you're fucking my ass open.” Ichigo moans when he releases his still soft cock.

Then Grimmjow says something that sends everything down the drain. Everything.

“I'm impotent.”

A whole minute passes and Ichigo's still staring at him in disbelief. But then he recovers and spits into a waste basket.

“You should have said something earlier.” Ichigo scowls.

“I figured I'd let you find out for yourself.” Grimmjow shrugs.

Ichigo sneers, reaching for another cigarette and lighting it himself. “Shitty bastard.” And he flexes his jaw. “My jaw hurt now.”

Ichigo could have sworn that Grimmjow murmured a “your fault” but he lets it go. He's now scowling at himself. How did he get so full of himself?

Ichigo sighs. “Who would've thought that you were impotent.”

“Obviously, not you.”

He chuckled, finding Grimmjow's saucy attitude entertaining and somehow attractive. Well, on him. “Tell me, does Shinji know of your disability?”

He nods. That blonde dipshit. He planned this. How did he know that Grimmjow was his type? Ichigo go let out a dark chuckle.

“How about we call Hirako?” Ichigo offered.

Grimmjow shrugged indifferently, leaning back and fastening his pants and buckling his belt back on. I dialed Shinji's number and waited for the pick-up.

“Moshi-moshi~!” The blonde answered through the other line in a sing-song tone.

Ichigo tried to mask his emotions. This will be utterly hilarious. “I see you gave me a new bodyguard.”

“Oh!” Shinji chimed. “He's there already?”

“Yup.” Ichigo eyed the smoke drifting from his cigarette.

“How's he like?” Shinji asked enthusiastically.

“He's pleasant to be around.” Ichigo replied. “He's doesn't say much though. Shy maybe?”

“Oh? So what did he say?”

“Some pretty interesting stuff.” Ichigo started. “Something about someone being a super masochistic pervert.” Shinji choked over the line and Ichigo assumed that he must have been drinking something. Ichigo held in the laugh that was aching in his stomach. “Oh, there's more too. Lustful berry, seductive strawberry...Oh, and my favorite one of all! The sperm dump of the yakuza bosses!”

Shinji was fumbling with his words, spluttering nonsense as he attempted an apology. Ichigo covered the receiver and gagged a withheld bellow of laughter. This is pure golden.

“Though, I've never heard of this one. Is it new?” Ichigo asked.

“I don't know why he said that.” Shinji defended. “I have no idea where he got that from.”

“Let me ask you this Shinji Hirako.” Ichigo began to speak again after regaining his composure. “Do you know how impossible that is? You do realize that there's like over 50 yakuza bosses...well, from the one's that I remember.”

“O-Of course.” Shinji stuttered.

“Yeah? Well, even if I had more than one ass, it all wouldn't be enough.” Ichigo smirked, awaiting for the reply he knew he would receive.

“Sure! You already had your hands full with Aizen-sama!” Bingo.

“Heh, I thought so.” Ichigo snarled. Again, Shinji was stumbling over his words, making up some lame and clumsy excuse. “You know the fine, Shinji. Pay it or I'll chop your dick off and have someone fuck you with it.” And he cut the line.

Ichigo ruffled his hair as he shoved his cell back in his pocket and inhaled his smoke deeply. He turned his attention back at Grimmjow, the said man's head tilted to the side as if he was silently pondering about something with the current situation.

“What's the fine?” Grimmjow asked.

“Same thing that I had said to that red-head, Renji.” Ichigo husked. He really love it when Grimmjow talked. I wonder how sexy his moaning is.

“That's all.” Ichigo thought he head disappointment in the bodyguard's voice and with what Grimmjow had said next, he knew he wasn't mistaken. “I would've had him killed.”

Oh god. Ichigo shuddered at the bestial yet tantalizing sound of Grimmjow. It's not fucking fair.

Just to let you know, there will be a lot of smut. And yes, Ichigo is a man whore. Okay, just making sure you guys know this. It'll kinda be a long time before Ichigo will actually get to have Grimmjow in his pants...yeah... 

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