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Night Blooming Cereus	By : Tenkiuma Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Bleach...YAOI WOULD BE IN ABUNDANCE IF I DID

Warnings: Shounen-ai~! Yummy Twincest~ Language.

Overall Pairing(s): Aizen/Ichigo ; Harem/Ichigo

This Chapter's Pairing(s): Shiro/Ichigo

Authors note: First of all sorry this is late (I don't normally wait this long to update). I've just moved into college and its kinda hectic (Eeek my classes start tomorrow scary .). ANYWAYS~! I just wanted to tell you guys that I think my updates will be roughly from 1-2 weeks (If I have like projects or something it might move to three weeks). Updates will be longer, not jus cuz of the whole college thing, but because I still have my other story How did This Happen!? to write~! BTWs any OC i have put in this story is just to further the storyline and not really apart of it (or ARE THEY! jk~ OR AM I!) lol I amuse me X3

On a side note! I have decided to make this a Harem/Ichigo story X3 Why? Cuz Ichi is Badass and imma have fun writing all this lemon XD But~! Aizen~sama will be Ichigo's main seme~! Why~? CUZ I LOVE HIM and he will be all like "My delectable strawberry, it is fine that you have all of these lovers because you own them. Whereas I own you." LOL jus gotta love Aizen XD

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                I looked in the mirror and mentally cringed. Damn. I had four long scratches going down both my sides, a few on my thighs, and not to mention the fucking fang marks on my neck. I’m just glad the cuts on my face healed once the full moon passed. The bastard was lucky.

             He’s also lucky that I didn’t get in trouble for the damn scratches. In fact, the boss thought they were a turn on. I usually have good nights, but maybe I could get even more customers? I mean my wallet was depressingly empty and I wasn’t gonna ask Dad for money. Ugh. He would probably freak on me. And not in the way you’re thinking. He wouldn’t yell or bitch. He would try to tackle me to the ground or sneak attack me with his ‘love’! And then he starts spazing about how I’m so mean cuz I knocked him to the ground. Idiot goat-face.

             And I definitely wasn’t borrowing money from Shiro. I’ve learned the hard way not to owe him any favors. He may be my twin, but he’s a kinky son of a bitch. He does what he wants, when he wants, and doesn’t give a fuck about the morals of society, whether they were the humans’ morals or our own. Which was pretty cool, I must admit, but that still didn’t mean I wanted to be alone with him chained naked to the bed…unless I was in the mood for kinky fucking shit. Then Shiro was the first call I was making. The supes’ morals were pretty loose, especially with the shifters. And still Shiro was able to cross the line. Guess he was just talented like that.

             I heard a soft knock at the door and the five minute warning was given. I looked in the mirror one last time before I had to go. I used my half shifter form specifically for this job. It used a good amount of energy and always left me starving, but I get more money and its an advantage over the others. I flicked my ears up and the tiny hoop earrings I put in them jingled. They were silver, but hey, it was an S/M club and I always liked a little pain with my pleasure. Then I checked the rest of my outfit…well I don’t think you’d call it an outfit…

            It was pretty much just black straps, belts and buckles with pants. It started at my neck as a collar with silver studs. A thin gold chain was attached to it and it was long enough to hang just above my bellybutton. Some people thought the leash was funny cuz I was a shifter. They didn’t come back, at least not in one piece. Those that came back told me they wanted to be “punished.” Whatever, more customers for me.

            Black leather belts attached to the collar and went under my arms and around my back to connect. Further down I had more black belts and all of these were connected by tiny straps in all different kinds of ways. Lets just say I needed help with that part.

            These straps went further down and under my black skin tight leather pants (which by the way left nothing to the imagination). The pants were ripped intentionally in different spots to teasingly reveal creamy skin and showed some of the scratches a certain smug vampire left along my inner thighs. I had them tucked in my mid-thigh length black boots, which had its own set of fun buckles and small silver heels. And yes. I have stabbed some people with the heels. People generally learn the hard way not to mess with me.

            All in all, I looked fucking hot, if I do say so myself. And the scratches did give it a certain touch. I walked out of the back room and down the hallway with a sway to my hips. I didn’t have to strip today (if I did do you think I would be wearing this fucking costume? You know how long it takes to get out of this damn puzzle!?).

            Today was my day for customers. I would pretty much be talking, flirting, and other special shit if they paid extra. The club had it set where different people would strip on different nights so there were shifts for stripping on stage and taking customers. It would be better if the club was a little bit bigger, but it was one of the good clubs in Seattle, so I guess I should consider myself lucky. I’ve worked in the shitty clubs too. Trust me. They’re not as good.

             As I opened the door that connected the hallway to the main room the music and lights made me a bit disoriented. It always took a second to get used to the sense input. Especially with my sensitive ears out. My tail swished a bit at the annoying volume and I blinked those damn annoying dots away before I started on my way to find a customer.

             It didn’t take long to find one, which wasn’t a surprise considering the way my bright orange hair contrasted with all the black I was wearing. It was naturally spiky and just as untamed as I was. I smiled at the customer waving me to his table, showing a bit of fang purposely. I glided to his table and sat on top of it, rather than in the chair next to him.

             “Hey Rick,” I said, recognizing him as one of my regular customers. He wore what I classified as club clothes, a nice black dress shirt that was partly unbuttoned and snug jeans. He had blond hair and it was crew cut, too short for my tastes. I personally liked enough hair to grab and pull. He looked at me with eyes that couldn’t decide if they were grey or blue with the lighting. But the look he gave me had nothing to do with the colors of his eyes. Lust. Which was a common thing at the club. There was something else to his gaze that annoyed me though. That possessive glint in his eyes was something he hadn’t yet deserved, and never would.

             He was the type that thought of me as a challenge, someone he could dominate if he played his cards right. Yea right, fucking bastard. He was lucky he paid well or I woulda refused to see him. These clubs were about fantasies, not realities. And the reality was I wasn’t gonna sleep with him, just flirt. I tried to set a precedent of not sleeping with customers anyways. It made the other customers think they could get away with more if I started fuckin them.

            “Hello Tiger,” He said in greeting, saying my stage name with a deep voice. Before I thought his voice was kinda nice, at least for a human. But, with Sousuke’s voice to compare it to, it was just normal, maybe a bit boring. Sousuke’s voice, deep, smooth, seductive, filled with the delicious promise of both pleasure and violence, was enough to cause heat to lightly dance across my skin. Just thinking about it made me shudder.

              Rick smiled with satisfaction. That smile someone gives you when they’ve caused you pleasure. He mistakenly thought that shudder was because of him. And it really didn’t matter to me what he thought. Though the smile was enough to make me momentarily scowl at him, which I quickly changed to a smile that made him intake a breath. It did kinda piss me off that he thought he could get such a reaction from me, but if I started attacking customers for such little shit I probably wouldn’t get paid. Its always been, for me personally, smarter to attack them after they’ve paid. And besides, I at least try to be nice to my good paying customers. Until they crossed the line.

             “You know, I missed you last week.” He said, looking me over slowly. I saw his throat move as he swallowed, which caused me to smirk. The tiger in me would always see him as prey and nothing more, which was perfectly fine with me. And the vampire in me couldn’t help but notice how nicely his heart beat fluttered in his neck, asking to be bit.

             “The moon called,” I replied laying on the table and resting on my elbows to look at him. “So I answered.” I finished in a in a whisper, implying dark, sensual activities. Humans never really knew what went on during the moon week, unless they were somehow connected to the supernatural community. I have a pretty good idea what Rick thinks happens, and he’s pretty close. Though, its not like we keep it a secret. Hell, you could probably Google it.

               The movement gave me exactly the reaction I was expecting from him. He took in my muscles as they smoothed and flexed with the changing position, my chest as it moved up and down with my breathing, contained by all the straps wrapped around me. My legs were hanging off the table and slightly parted to make room for my tail. He had a noticeably difficult time choosing whether to stare at the straps leading to my groin or the straps framing my nipples. Finally he decided on my face, which earned him a slow seductive smile.

              “I-I see.” he said in a hoarse whisper. I knew the effect my body had and I honestly liked it. I wasn’t as shy as I was in high school, that was for damn sure. Though, in this business, staying shy for long will cost you money, rather than help you make it. Admittedly, some liked the cute, shy and innocent act, but it didn’t belong in these kinds of places, the S/M clubs. It was not only a fantasy of sex. It was both the sex and the violence. The thought of giving and receiving pain. Whips and chains weren’t for the shy types.

              I just continued looking at him, staring intently at his eyes, waiting for him to start more of the conversation. Letting him decide what to speak about. It was his money after all. He could stare or talk. I was still getting paid. When he decides to leave he would pay me whatever he thought I deserved, like any other customer. After that standard amount I began to charge for special things. For instance, this club allowed us to decide whether or not we would permit touching. By the clenching and unclenching of his fists at the table I knew he was controlling his need to touch me. Until I made the offer, he wasn’t allowed to. Actually, that was probably what he was waiting for.

             “Rick,” I said to get his attention. His eyes had wandered back to my body. “You remember my rules on touching right? Or do you want me to repeat them for you?” He regained his composure and smiled. Always after the week I was gone during the full moon he was shaky, like he was in withdraw or something from not seeing me for so long. After this first night he would come back his usual arrogant self and try to woo me. I didn’t really get why he was so obsessed with me, but I did find it a bit annoying at times.

             “Repeat them.” He said in a tone that made me control the scowl that was trying to form. I wasn’t one for orders. Though, Sousuke was pretty good at ordering me around. Deep down I kinda hoped we would meet again somewhere. If anything, he was fucking fantastic in bed. First though, I would deal with that smart ass ‘Strawberry’ note.

              I knew he already knew and understood my rules. I think he just liked hearing me talk. “First of all, nipples: off limits. Second, from my pants line to my knees: off limits.” I saw his fingers inching closer as I continued. “Third, you can touch my ears and tail, but don’t squeeze too hard or I’ll charge you extra. Forth, I charge more for pain, so ask before. Finally, give me my 50$ before you start.”

            “Of course,” He fished a fifty from his pocket and slid it into my pants, his fingers never going past the boundaries I set, even if the money did. He always liked pushing it. His fingers played across my skin, causing light shivers to run through me. Being a shifter, I enjoyed touch immensely, whether for pleasure or just for comfort and relaxation. Honestly, I didn’t care if the touch was intimate or not. The rules I set were because of the club. Although they allowed touching, they didn’t after a certain point. Light touching only. And if the rules of the club were breached the customer wouldn’t be the only one to get into trouble.

            I laid down fully on the table and stared at him, stretching my muscles beneath his touch. If he didn’t want to talk, that was fine. I usually didn’t like talking anyways. And I could flirt perfectly fine without speaking. For awhile it was just this. Him touching. Tracing the straps that framed my nipples or following the ones that led to my pants. Then he found something that interested him.

            “So,” He said as his fingers found the scratches along the side that was facing him. “Did you have another customer before me?” His tone was casual, but I heard his heart beat rise a little, the slight inflection in his voice. He was annoyed about it, and a little angry. I was about to growl at him that it wasn’t any of his fucking business when a voice from behind me did it.

            “I don’ think that’s any of yer fuckin business, Ricky boy.” Said a familiar voice and I looked up from where I was laying to see a face completely identical to mine, excluding the sadistic smirk of course. Unlike me, he had pale skin, like completely vampire pale. His hair was also white. The pale complexion and hair made his eyes even more noticeable. His irises were a yellow-gold that was surrounded by black sclera. He also had naturally black fingernails. All in all, his vampire blood didn’t mix very well with his shifter blood.

            As soon as Rick noticed who spoke he paled considerably and stopped touching me. What could I say? My lovable twin tended to scare the shit outta people.

            “I’ve told you not to scare my customers, Shiro.” I mumbled, scowling up at him.

            He shrugged and then grinned. “He scared himself.”

             I sighed and sat up. When Shiro came he always wanted to talk about something. I looked over at Rick. “Sorry Rick. Session’s over.” I gave him a nice smile that didn’t really reach my eyes. “I’ll see you next time.”

            He glared at Shiro, but didn’t protest. He just stood up and reached in his pocket for whatever amount he was giving me this time. I held out my hand for the money and he placed it in my palm, squeezing my hand for longer than necessary, which sorta annoyed me, but I let it slide.

            “Bye, Tiger. I’ll be back tomorrow.” With one last squeeze of my hand he left.

            “Geez,” Shiro said, taking the vacated seat. “He doesn’ have a fuckin life, does he?”

            “Nope,” I replied absently, counting my money. 500$ total, not counting the 50$ he handed me early. Holy fuck. I could stop working right now and have more than enough for tonight. I knew there was a reason I put up with Rick.

            Shiro whistled in amazement. “Damn, do ya make that kinda money per customer? That’s fuckin sweet.”

            “Nah.” I said, pocketing the money. “He thinks if he throws enough money at me I’ll fuck him. Who am I to tell him otherwise?” I smirked at Shiro and he laughed, which caused people close enough to hear it to stare at him cautiously. He kinda had a psychotic laugh. It didn’t really bother me though. He was my twin after all, my little brother by a minute or two.

            “So, what did you wanna talk about?” I asked curiously. I laid back down to fish for that fifty in my pants before I forgot it.

             “What’re ya doin?” Shiro asked, probably trying to sneak a peak. I found the corner of the bill and pulled it out.

             “He stuck a fifty down my pants. I wanted to get it before I forgot and it fell out.” I told him nonchalantly. He frowned at me with annoyance.

             “I dun’ like it when humans touch ya, King.” He grumbled, using his old nickname for me. “I’m fine sharin’ ya wit other supes, but humans dun’ deserve ya.”

             I sighed at him. “Sorry Shiro, you know its my job. But even if they’re touching me, they’ll never get me.” I gave him one of my rare smiles. “And you never told me why you were here.” He smirked at me. He never really stayed upset for long, thankfully. I was never that good at comforting people.

             “Can’t I ever just come and visit ya? Check out how fuckin hot ya look in that outfit?” He started playing with one of the straps resting against my ribs.

             “If you wanted to do that, you woulda come on a night I was stripping.” We were probably closer than what was thought to be allowed for siblings, but we’ve already broken a lot of moral and ethical codes. What’s a few more?

              He scooted his chair back a little from the table and gave me one of his psychotic grins and his fangs glinted when the light hit them. “If ya sit on my lap, I’ll tell ya.” He patted his thigh and I rolled my eyes at him. I think he expected me to tell him to cut it out because he seemed a little surprised when I jumped off the table and straddled his lap. I must admit, I enjoyed surprising him. It didn’t happen often.

             “Happy now?” I said with a smirk. I scooted closer to him, purposely providing friction, and he growled at me. Yep. Definitely happy. I was merciful, though, and stopped moving so he could talk to me. “You gonna tell me now?”

             “Fine,” he said with a smirk. “Someone’s provocative tonight. I actually did come here to check on you though.” His fingers were absently trailing the leather straps on my back. “I’ve gotta case where there’ve been missin’ strippers, dancers, hookers, ya know, people from the night scene. I jus wanted ta tell ya ta be careful.” Regardless of the way he looks, Shiro is actually a police officer. Which I find incredibly hilarious, cuz he has this total villain vibe to him. He also doesn’t respect the law as much as you would expect from a cop.

              “You always let cases bother you, Shiro.” I said with a sigh. With all the supernaturals that live here, it was no wonder crime was high. Not even counting the regular human bad guys. Shiro didn’t like my job (well he enjoyed the stripping part), but I didn’t really like his either.

             “Yep.” He said. Then his grin came back and he played with the scratches running down my side. “But on to somethin’ else. Looks like someone had some fun.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

              It was my turn to say “Yep” and I grinned back at him, flashing fang. His touch feathered up my sides and stopped. He smirked at me and that mischievous glint in his eyes was the only warning I had before he grinded his hips up in mine and put just the right amount of pressure on the scratches. I gasped and writhed slightly in his lap, my ears twitching with the sensation.

             I stared at him with hazy eyes, our faces inches apart. I licked at his bottom lip and that was all the excuse he needed to capture my lips with his fiercely. His kiss was full of need, want and passion and I had to open my mouth before my lips were cut by my own teeth. Our tongues battled for dominance and we were equal until Shiro tweaked my nipple and invaded my mouth in victory. Cheater. His tongue explored my mouth with abandon and grazed a sensitive spot that had me moaning in the back of my throat.

              We pulled apart for air, both breathing hard as a trail of saliva connected our mouths. I noticed the group of happy customers watching us. How could I tell they were happy? Well, the girls were squealing incessantly and the guys…do I really have to explain that one?

             “Bad Shiro, making the strippers on stage be ignored and turning on the customers.”

              He smirked at me. “I think yer the one turnin’ em on, King.”

              I laughed at that. At least something good came out of my boyfriend dumping me. I’ve missed doing this with Shiro.

             “Ya know,” He said in a sultry voice that promised a pleasure I hadn’t been able to experience with him in awhile. “As much as I love this, won’ he get mad at ya if he finds out?”

               Either I flinched or he caught the sad and lost look on my face, whatever it was, he knew instantly. Probably a twin thing.

              “These scratches aren’t from him, are they?” he asked in a low voice, more associated with the beginnings of anger rather than pleasure.

               I scowled at him half-heartedly. Geez. He kept bringing up depressing subjects tonight.

               “King!” Shiro said louder in aggravation. He sounded pissed too. Damn I wasn’t getting out of this. I sighed in defeat.

              “Nah. They aren’t. He umm…kinda broke up with me.” It kinda hurt to say it out loud. Like it wasn’t really true until I actually said it. I really did like him too. I even gave up all of my mates just for him because he didn’t like sharing. Which, by the way, pissed Shiro off. Because he especially didn’t want me having sex with Shiro.

          Anger burned in Shiro’s eyes. Yep, he was pissed. “When the fuck was this!?” He growled out, trying to control his anger like a good little shifter. He definitely wasn’t gonna be happy if just that pissed him off.

          “Right before the moon week,” I said softly. Maybe if I spoke softly he would be calmer. I looked away from him as I said it so he wouldn’t see the hurt in my eyes.

          “THE BASTARD DID WHAT!?” he yelled. His voice clearly heard over the music. He stood up so suddenly that I almost fell on my ass. The people scattered away from him. Yea. Soft voice didn’t help. His white tiger ears appeared immediately with his anger and they flattened on his head, the black stripes prominent against his hair. I’m guessing his tail was somewhere in his pants. His power surged and pulsed around me, rising the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck.

            He began stomping toward the door and I followed quickly after him. “Shiro, wait!”

           “THAT BASTARD IS GOING THE FUCK DOWN!!” He snarled, still heading toward the exit.

           I cursed and pulled my cell phone out and called the first person I could think of. “You have reached the police, this is Rukia Kuchiki, state your emergency.”

           “Rukia, it’s Ichigo” I said loudly, over the music.

           “Ichigo? Are you in the club or som-”

           “Never mind that.” I said quickly, cutting her off. “Listen, Shiro is fucking pissed.”

           “What!? Why?” She got in before I started speaking again.

           “He asked. I told him. Now he’s on his way to kill Byakuya.”

            I clearly heard a “Fuck” and then the line went dead and I was rushing into Shiro’s car before he decided to leave without me.
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