Yeah, so this idea came to me sometime last year but then I lost inspiration. But after reading Wallbanger by Alice Clayton - which I highly recommend - I found the inspiration again.
This a two-shot.
Warning: Strong language, some OOCness and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any other manga mentioned in this story.
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Oh I lose control
When I hear your body move In The Next Room - Neon Trees
Through the walls in the next room
Oh I lose control
When I hear your body move
And I'm dying to break through
To the next room
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Ichigo groaned heavily as he turned over and stuck his head under the three pillows on his bed. Not a second later, he yanked his duvet up and rolled it into a makeshift ball and pressed it down onto his head as well. However, it made no difference as the noise from next door continued to hum in his ears. The sounds only seemed to get louder at his effortless attempts to block it out. A shiver ran down his spine as a cold breeze floated throughout his bedroom from the slightly opened balcony door. It didn't help that he was only in a pair of dark green drawstring trousers. But being cold or even catching a cold was the least of his worries.
The wall next to him thumped and banged roughly; rattling the paintings he had up. Cursing under his breath, Ichigo flipped everything off his head, charged over to the veranda door, slid it opened and stepped into the freezing night air. Crossing over to the far left side, he gripped the railing ignoring the chilling metal and sucked in a deep breath. Less than two metres from him was an identical terrace with the doors open.
"Jaegerjaquez you bastard, I know you can hear me! Stop fucking your whores against my bedroom wall! I know it's on purpose, so it needs to stop!"
The only response he received was the other man's booming laughter and the noise on the wall getting louder. The orange haired male clutched the railing until his knuckles turned white. No matter how many times he told the asshole to keep it down, it always had the opposite effect. Sometimes he even wondered why he bothered.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was everything wrong in Kurosaki Ichigo's life.
When he'd first moved into Las Noches apartments complex six months ago, he believed that it was the best decision of his life; much to his families protests about him moving away from home. Being a 23 year old, single male with a job which required him to be working at all hours of the day meant that it was about time he left home and found his own. Even if he chose to stay in his childhood home, the space was limited meaning that it was almost impossible for him to work effectively or efficiently.
To most people, living in Las Noches meant you to be seriously loaded because the place wasn't cheap, especially since it was fully furnished. There were only four floors with two apartments on each but it was the top floor which normally gave potential buyers high blood pressure. Like every flat, there was a balcony; however, the penthouses had a hot hub and a built-in BBQ grill. Those were only the tip of the iceberg as the estate agent had told Ichigo. What really made him buy the place was the fact that it had a fireplace. It was his own little secret but he had a fetish for fireplaces, especially with idea of having sex in front it.
Many believed that to even live in one of the penthouses, you had to be doing something illegal due to the ridiculous price. Not that the orangette was doing anything of the sort. He had a perfectly legal job that just happened to pay very generously.
When he moved in, he expected the tenants to be a bunch of snobby, rich people like he'd seen on those American reality shows. But much to his surprise, most of them were more than willing to help him carry all this stuff into the condo. A part of him said that they were just being friendly; but looking at their appearances, it was seriously doubtful. So he chalked it up to them curious and nosey neighbours. They were a group of mismatched individuals who claimed to be friends – most of them anyway. Though, most of the time – from what Ichigo had observed – they spent a great deal of time arguing about the about irrelevant things. An example would be Nnoitra Gilga, a frighteningly tall man with inky black hair, a white eye patch and piano-wide grin; and Szayel Aporro Granz with his cotton candy pink tresses, condescending yellow eyes hidden behind ashy coloured glasses that looked like they were made out of bones, were like oil and water. It was hard enough being in the same room as the duo without Nnoitra pulling out his gun from God-knows where – and God only knew why the man even had a gun in the first place- ready to blow the self-proclaimed scientist's brains out. In all honesty, the orangette wouldn't lie and say he didn't enjoy watching them have a go at each other.
Ichigo got along with all his the other residents aside from Jaegerjaquez. At first he wanted to be friends with the man, now he wanted the guy to drop dead from an STD that he'd probably pick up from all of the whores he slept with. He never understood why the man took it upon himself to become the amber haired male's personal tormentor. The orangette couldn't remember ever doing anything to the man after he moved in. The first two month between them were fine, everyday neighbourly fine. Then out of nowhere the torture began. Sure in the beginning he assumed that it was just because Jaegerjaquez was having a hard time at work but when he had Nnoitra, the man gave him a strange look before replying.
"It has nothing to do with work Ichigo that I promise."
Brushing off that answer, he asked the others only to receive the same answer. He didn't understand and when he tried, it was effortless. In the end, he decided to treat the man like he was nothing more than a common criminal.
Letting out a long sigh, Ichigo strolled back into his house. Not bothering to shut the door, he grabbed a pillow and his cover and made his way into the living room. Dodging all of his equipment which was scattered about the area, he lay down on the fluffy, light blue carpet in front of the fireplace. The floor had technically become his bed since he couldn't sleep on the one he spent so much money on. Investing in the comfy rug was one of his greatest ideas after the first month of wall banging.
A half-scream half-moan jolted the orange haired male before he heaved the duvet over his head again. The bastard had moved into the balcony.
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The amber haired male grunted in response to whatever the raven haired female in front of him said. Laying his pounding head on the cool marble countertops, he sighed with relief. Last night, Jaegerjaquez had no mercy and went all out. About an hour or so after he'd stopped fucking and sent the whore on her or his way, Ichigo was finally ready to get a little bit of shuteye. But heavens no, the man decided to hold his own little party to celebrate the oh so incredible fuck he just had. Music blared straight through the walls keeping them both awake. But the orangette suspected that the man had soundproofed his bedroom so that only one of them had to suffer.
"Ichigo, are you even listening to me?"
Raising his head slightly, "No Rukia and don't get mad; I don't have the strength to come up with a decent lie."
Sighing, she continued to cook him breakfast. Kuchiki Rukia was the only person who knew him better than himself. Not only was she his best friend but his editor as well; and she was ruthless when it came to deadlines. Her terrifying personality contrasted completely with her appearance. The ebony haired woman was only a mere 4'8½" with wide violet eyes, a button nose and full pink lips. She looked like the type who wouldn't hurt a fly but Ichigo knew that the woman would throw a grenade to kill a fly. She wore a light green button-up short-sleeved shirt with dark blue trousers. Her hair ended at the tip of her chin, cupping her face with the bang on the right side curling into a small wave.
"Since you don't want to listen to my love life, we can talk about work", she grinned evilly.
"Rukia…please not right now", he groaned in a mixture frustration and exhaustion.
"Fine; I guess you don't care that Studio Pierrot has offered to turn your manga into an anime then", Rukia sighed offhandedly.
Ichigo shot up in the barstool; now that got his attention. His manga, Beelzebub, had been running for almost two years and he didn't want to sound arrogant but it was very popular. Beelzebub had been part of Shōnen Jump's Top 5 since its debut. Many of the older, more experienced mangaka thought lowly of him because they believed that his manga was childish and that he was delinquent like most of his characters. This was all because he ten to fifteen years younger than most of them and that he had orange hair. It wasn't like he asked for the hair or for them to be so damn old.
"Rukia, please don't fuck with me so earlier in the morning. I can't handle it."
"Believe me Ichigo; I wouldn't even joke about this. The news came in late last night via Urahara. I was with Nii-sama at the time and he even offered to help sponsor the series."
"Wow, even Byakuya has a nice side", he muttered sarcastically.
"Don't bad mouth my brother. But I haven't even gotten to the best part yet." The mocha eyed male arched an eyebrow as he waited for to carry on. "Pierrot wants to show an OVA during the Jump Super Anime Tour coming up. Not only will you be there but so will the voice actors, which just so happens to include on Shihoin Yoruichi as the role of Hildagarde."
Pushing out his way out of the stool, Ichigo grabbed his petite friends and pulled her into a bear hug. The orangette crushed her against his chest, not be bothered in the slightest that he was cutting off her air supply. It was a piece of news which cancelled out his fatigue and made him forget momentarily about his irritating neighbour. The fact that Yoruichi had agreed to be part of the cast was better than anyone he had in mind. He'd meet the chocolate skinned woman on various occasions due her rather peculiar relationship with Urahara, who was the chief editor of the manga division at Gotei 13 Publishers Ltd. Drawing back from the hug; he started down adoringly at the woman about to say something when the music next door cut off.
It was the tell-tale sign that Jaegerjaquez was leaving his apartment.
Letting go of Rukia, he side-stepped her and rushed out his front door. As he moved out, the man who caused all his sleepless nights stood there locking his own door. Jaegerjaquez' neon blue hair was messy with a few strands hanging over his forehead. His cerulean eyes were narrowed as he spoken into the phone which was being held between his ear and shoulder. Under his eyes were teal coloured marking that took Ichigo sometime to realize weren't make-up the first time he saw them. When the man's lips stretched into a grin, his sharper than usual canines were exposes as if he were going in for a kill. The orangette's eyes trailed downwards where he took in the bands of muscles on the other male's arms, flexing with each movement. As Jaegerjaquez scratched his head, his dark purple wife beater rode up revealing a bit of his perfectly sculptured chest and pelvis in a V-shape with a trail of blue hair leading into his faded blue jeans.
"I'm flattered that you feel the need to ogle me first thing in the morning Kurosaki. Need to get the blood flowing?"
A blush instantly made its way up Ichigo's neck to the end of his ears. Inwardly, he face palmed himself for getting caught. He couldn't deny that the man was impossible sexiest thing he'd ever seen but it was over his dead body that he'd let the other find out. It wasn't only his physical appearance with lured individuals in but his voice as well. Without seeing the man, his voice was enough to make you die happy. The blue haired male had a smooth, deep voice like velvet that had most people tripping over themselves when they heard it.
"I wasn't ogling you asshole. I was just thinking about how much of a man slut you are."
Jaegerjaquez chuckled. "And how exactly am I a man slut?"
"We'd be here for days if I get started. All I came here to tell you is to stop fucking your whores against the wall of my room. Also turn that bloody music off."
The man took a few long strides until he was directly in front of the coffee eyed male. Much to Ichigo's aggravation, he had to glance up at the man. With himself only being 5'11" and the other at 6'3", he could never win a stare off without his neck paining. The taller male leaned down so that he was eye level with his victim, bracing his arms on either side of the orange locks. He allowed his cool breath to roll on to the shorter male. The amber haired male could smell mint toothpaste mixed in with the scent of coffee. He suppressed a shiver threatening to run down his spine.
"No need to be jealous…Ichigo', Jaegerjaquez purred. "I'd fuck you against the wall as well. All you have to do is ask."
The temperature between them rose a few degrees as the orangette felt the weight of the words. He'd never been able to tell when the man was joking or not. And it was one of those moments. But God knew he wanted to be fucked against the wall. Not that he'd admit it. Hell, he'd let the man have his way with him wherever he wanted. Another one of Ichigo's secrets was the fact that there were times when he got off to the sound of the cyan eyed male's groaning through the wall. He had it bad for the man but not enough to become just another knot in his bedpost.
"Keeping dreaming about it Grimmjow. It is never going to happen."
Something flashed through those blue eyes but Ichigo wasn't able to decipher it fast enough. The taller male leaned back and turned around, sauntering over to the elevator. Confused, the orangette stood transfixed in his spot, watching the back of the man's head like some kind of fool.
"What if I told you that we've already fucked against the wall?"
Ichigo's eyes widened at the statement, utterly taken back by it and the tone. It was filled with hurt and anger and he didn't understand why. Their eyes bore into each others, looking for something but neither knew what. The metal doors started to slide close just as Grimmjow said something.
"Can't remember? That's a real shame." With that, he disappeared from view leaving a very bewildered man in his wake.
Ichigo wasn't sure how long he stood there because Rukia tugged on his sleeve and pulled him back into his house. She didn't question his silent attitude and continued to talk about random things, leaving him to his own thoughts.
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"You're such a kid Grimm."
"Fuck off Nnoi."
"I'm just saying that you should be a bit more honest with your feelings."
"Who do you think you are? Oprah? I don't need you to tell me to be honest with my feelings. Take your own fucking advice."
The ebony haired male just shook his head as he sat down on the chair in front of his friend's desk. Despite the fact that Grimmjow was rarely ever in his office, the place was messy and clustered with electronics and papers. No one in the department minded as he was the one of the best his job and didn't want to anger him into quitting. Even the man's boss was terrified of him, letting him have free reign over everything. The blue haired male had no set time to clock in at work and could fire someone who got on his nerves. To most, it would seem like he was just abusing his power but thanks to the result of his work, his methods weren't questioned.
"Do you even have to be at work today?" Nnoitra asked as he twirled a pen through his fingers.
"No but I needed to make sure that those assholes were doing the programming right. I don't need a repeat of last month. Due to the several errors made, the planned release had to be pushed forward six months."
"But you fixed them right?"
"Yeah but it's not my job to. I've got to scout again and that usually takes forever", the cyan eyed male slammed his head into the wall.
"You're the one, who wanted to be a game designer, so don't complain like a little bitch."
"Fuck you man. Why are you even here? Don't you have a club to run?"
"First, it's the middle of the day meaning no one wanted to go H.A.M right now. Plus Tesla is doing the finances for end of last month. You know numbers make me break into hives. And I'm here because Ichi called me this morning."
Grimmjow hummed, "Why?"
"He wanted me to talk to you about the noise. He told me the next few months are crucial to his career and needs you to just give him some peace every once in a while."
"What the hell does he even do? And he can go to hell if he thinks that I fucking care."
"Dunno but don't shot the messenger man. Just give the kid break."
"Why does he even deserve one?"
"Grimmjow, I know you're hurting and all but he sounded like death when he called, so just try."
"I'm not hurting motherfucker! And get out; I've to stuff to do."
"Fine, fine but we're coming over for the game tonight okay?" Nnoitra waved as he left the office, not bothering to glance back as he vanished.
Grimmjow stared at the doorway for a moment before sighing. He knew that he was being childish and that he was hurting – only a little bit though. But why wasn't he allowed to be? After what Ichigo did to him, the kid earned the torture.
But what if Nnoi was right? Maybe he should be honest and tell him what happened. There was a chance that he remembered and didn't care but there was always the chance that he didn't and things could work out.
Sighing, Grimmjow rubbed his face as he exited his office, going to find someone to take his anger out on.
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Ichigo outlined the building he finished drawing, carefully going over each line. It had taken almost five hours to get all the details right, having had to start over whenever he wasn't please. Finally it was done and he couldn't help but feel pleased at it. It had to be one of his best. It was a shame that it was going to be destroyed in a few pages. But it was the way it was destroy which had him excited. He'd already outlined Oga and Beel, enjoying the comical look he'd given Furuichi. He loved his job.
"Ichigo-san, I'm done with this page" a small voice called out.
There were four desks in front of him, having a person seated behind three of them. Glancing over to the person who spoke, he saw Yamada Hanataro leaning back in his chair with a frightened look on his face. The dark haired male was one of the most talented script writers the orangette had ever met. He was responsible for most of Hilda's speech as well as the demon lord. But one would guess that a man who always looked sick and rarely ever spoke would have such an outlandish imagination. Hanataro also took charge in drawing the demon maid's outfit, since Ichigo was terrible when it came to feminine things.
"Thanks Hanataro, do you want to take a break or move onto the next page?"
"Um, I'll move on."
Nodding, the chocolate eyed man started to continue his work but another voice spoke up. "There's just something about Toujou that makes me hard all the time. He's a real man."
Chuckling, he looked over to see Ayasegawa Yumichika cup his face, staring dreamily down at the page in front of him. The man was the most flamboyant gay that Ichigo had ever met. His raven hair was always evenly cut, never a strand out of place. The corner of his eye held something akin to peacock feathers, something that the man was never seen without. His job was to get rid of all the rough edges and mistakes, with he loved to do anything thanks to his perfection nature.
The person opposite him grunted, not bothering to look up. Madarame Ikkaku was the lover of Yumichika and had to constantly put up with the 'real man' crap all the time. He was in many people's opinion a real man. Shaved head, violent yet caring to those he liked, kick boxer in his spare time and from what the dark haired male told the orangette, one hell of a guy in bed. Not that Ichigo needed to know that. The duo had worked for the mangaka Kenpachi Zaraki who was known for his disturbing manga Uzumaki. Since the man was on and on-off retirement plan, he gave his guys to the orange haired male, saying that he was sure that that the kid was going to be big.
The fourth member of their group was absent as it was the five year anniversary of her marriage. Sanderwicci Cirucci was another Rukia in her demonic attitude. She was in charge of the colour pages and toning which she refused to leave to the editors, since she believed they were incompetent.
They fell back into another silence as they worked, occasionally throwing around comments. Ichigo couldn't have asked for a better team, they were like a second family to him. They all spent more time together than any had originally thought. It meant that they could freely talk about any problem with one another, knowing it wouldn't be judged.
A loud bass hummed through the wall, vibrating all of the desks. It was rapidly followed by drums and guitar, a cheering crowd in the background. Ichigo saw his career flash before his eyes. The inkbottle toppled over and ruining all his hard work, Rukia trying to get him an extension on the deadline from Urahara and then finally being sacked.
Dropping the pen on his lap, he lifted the paper above his head just in time to see the dark liquid spread over his work desk and onto his jeans. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, not caring in the slightly that his trousers could never be worn again. Hell, he had enough money to buy himself another pair.
"Ain't ya the fuckin' ninja Ichi", Ikkaku laughed.
"Fast reflexes that's all. Why don't you guys head home for the day? With all the noise next door, we won't get anything done."
A murmur of agreement echoes through the room. Grabbing the towel beside him, the orangette cleaned up as much of the ink as he could as the others packed up. Through the wall, he could hear Jaegerjaquez and Nnoitra arguing with Starrk's lazy chortle in the background. It was rare for Starrk who lived on the first floor to go to anybody's house on a Friday night. He knew the older male had a younger sister named Lilynette, who had constant sleepover meaning he was always stuck babysitting.
"Any plans for the night Hana-chan?" Yumichika asked as he applied some lip balm.
"Um, I'm going for…a movie with…this girl I met…at the…supermarket", he whispered.
Yumichika wrapped his arms around Hanataro's head and squealed. "Oh! What's her name?"
"Kotetsu...Isane..." the shorter male huffed out.
"I know that name! Ikkaku, we know that girl! She used to live in the same apartment block as us but sadly moved out a while ago to be closer to her job. Way to go Hana-chan!"
"So? What's so special about her?" Ichigo asked as he exited the kitchen.
"What's so special you ask my dear Ichigo? This girl isn't how you've imagined her. All shy and sweet, short with a flat chest. Nope, not even close! Isane-chan has these huge knockers like Matsumoto Rangiku, the porn star. Isane-chan is tall, slender legs. Can be shy but when she get comfortable you with, it is one exciting ride. Plus she's a kinky little one."
Ichigo gave the ostentatious man a disbelieving look. Hanataro, the hermit, was going on a date with a female taller than him and had breasts like Rangiku; that was not something anyone would believe easily. "Wait…what did you mean when you said that she was kinky? How do you even know that?"
"Yumi wanted ta hav a threesome wit the chick", the bald man said moving towards the door.
Sometimes it worried everyone about how blunt Ikkaku was at times. The group walked out the door, an eerie silence between them. Hanataro looked like he'd just been told that Death, himself was coming for him. The hairless man looked like he was going to either fuck someone up or fuck his boyfriend. It was hard to tell since he had a limited amount of facial expressions. Said boyfriend was filing his perfectly manicured nails, making sure that none had chipped when he worked. Ichigo was trying to get the mental image of the couple and the Isane girl going at one another hot and heavy. He was afraid that 'little Ichigo' would shrivel and die if he let his mind wonder on such a disturbing thought.
"…That's ¥10,000, sir."
The amber haired male's snapped to the direction of the voice. A teenage boy in a red and yellow uniform stood in front of Jaegerjaquez' holding a half a dozen pizza boxes with a plastic bag filled with six-packs. From where Ichigo stood, he could see the blush on the younger boy's face and could sympathise. His blue haired man slut of a neighbour wore nothing more than a loose pair of sweatpants hanging off his hips; shirtless exposing his god-sent torso. The usually unkempt cobalt hair was slicked back, hinting that he came from the shower less than thirty minutes ago. The brown eyed male could tell that the bastard was enjoying the reaction he was getting and from the look of things, wanted to make the boy squeal all the more.
"Forget Toujou that neighbour of yours in to die for Ichigo", Yumichika sighed.
"Boyfriend Yumi, you have one remember?"
"Still, that doesn't mean I can't look."
Ignoring the taller dark haired male, Ichigo turned his attention to the other one. "Good luck on your date. Let me know how it goes alright?"
"Thank you and I will. Goodnight," Hanataro said quietly and descended the stairs.
"I hope Isane-chan will be gentle with our poor Hana-chan. Well this is our cue to leave. We need to get home because I need a good fucking. Goodnight lovely Ichigo!" Yumi gushed.
The glitzy male stepped forward and placed a loving kiss onto the orangette's lips. Giggling, he took his boyfriend's hand and pulled him into the elevator. If Ichigo was listening very carefully to them, he would have heard Yumichika mutter something along the line of: 'I've been a bad boy will you punish me?'
About to step back into his apartment, he felt eyes burning into the back of his head. Turning around slowly, he saw the pizza boy gawking at him while the cyan eyed male glared at him. Confused, he arched an eyebrow.
"Can I help you with something Jaegerjaquez?"
"I wasn't aware that you allowed your fruitcake boyfriend to sleep with other guys?" He sneered.
"Boyfriend? Yumi?" A chuckle burst from the orangette's lips. "It's not like that. Yumi's is one of my assistants, so is the bald guy. He's the boyfriend."
The teenage looked uncomfortable being in the middle of the conversation, he took the money clutched in the taller male's hand, dropped the change and ran down the stairway. Neither paid attention him, eyes focused on each other.
Breaking the gaze, Jaegerjaquez' gestured over his shoulder to his neighbour. "We're watching a game, do you wanna come?"
Taken back, Ichigo gave the man a sceptical look before nodding slowly.
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Small Glossary:
H.A.M. - Hard As A Motherfucker.
Studio Pierrot are the ones who were in charge of the producing the Bleach anime.
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