[Bleach] In Between Shots (Grimmjaw/Il Forte, 53)
Title: In Between Shots
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach, AU
Pairing: Grimmjaw/Il Forte, Aizen Sousuke/Ichimaru Gin
Disclaimer: Not mine yo. KT's.
Notes: Inspired by an image by Tsubaci. You'll be able to pick up the names when you look at the picture.
Warnings: Fourth wall = beyond broken. Shattered. Possibly even vaporized.
The photographer is muttering something about low contrast and sucking up all the light, and Albus leans over, licks along the shell of George's ear.
"You look," he says, "Very nice."
"Fag," George says, pushing him away, only enough force behind it to make the distance between them something acceptable. "Ain't like that."
"No," Albus replies, voice barely even audible between the two of them, "I wouldn't think so, 'Grimmjaw.' Have to protect the reputation from the media. Protect the truth, which is that when this shoot is over you will. Be like that."
"You're a freak," George says, louder this time, leaning away, or at least trying to without hitting Sinclair.
"Now, now," Sinclair says, in an entirely-too-reasonable voice, arms crossed and smile paternal, warm, frightening. "Let's not fight. After all, this photo shoot will not look nearly so good if Albus has a black eye and a hickey, will it."
"Not to the publicists, maybe," Gio drawls, eyes hooded yet somehow giving the impression of glancing at the photographer, noting that he's not paying attention, and shifting his weight just enough that from where George is standing it looks like Gio and Sinclair are doing something that is obscene even with clothes on. "I'm sure it would look good, though. In a porn magazine."
"Don't be lewd," Sinclair tells him, smile widening into something warm, welcoming. "I'm sure Mr. Jagger has more worthwhile places to indulge in homoerotic behaviors than in front of a camera."
"Best place there is," Albus says, taking an entirely-too-large-for-George's-comfort step closer.
George pushes him away again, two steps. "You're all sick," he says. "Don't know why I work for you."
"Got it!" the photographer cries, sitting back and looking at them with an accusing eye. "You moved," he says, and then, glaring at George, adds, "Il Forte, if you could move closer to Grimmjaw, that would be great. Personal space is not a concern here." George looks over to see why the photographer isn't yelling at Sinclair and Gio for the vertical humping they're doing and realizes that they stopped when the photographer declared himself finished.
"Will do," Albus says, and steps close enough to George that he can smell Albus's skin, catch the shift of the light over his skin in his peripheral vision. Freak.
Waits for the camera to flash, and can't help it that he looks grumpy in the pictures because that was when Albus muttered to him, from under that smile, Be a good boy, Grimmjaw, and after my character gets defeated I'll stay in your room for you all the time.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach, AU
Pairing: Grimmjaw/Il Forte, Aizen Sousuke/Ichimaru Gin
Disclaimer: Not mine yo. KT's.
Notes: Inspired by an image by Tsubaci. You'll be able to pick up the names when you look at the picture.
Warnings: Fourth wall = beyond broken. Shattered. Possibly even vaporized.
The photographer is muttering something about low contrast and sucking up all the light, and Albus leans over, licks along the shell of George's ear.
"You look," he says, "Very nice."
"Fag," George says, pushing him away, only enough force behind it to make the distance between them something acceptable. "Ain't like that."
"No," Albus replies, voice barely even audible between the two of them, "I wouldn't think so, 'Grimmjaw.' Have to protect the reputation from the media. Protect the truth, which is that when this shoot is over you will. Be like that."
"You're a freak," George says, louder this time, leaning away, or at least trying to without hitting Sinclair.
"Now, now," Sinclair says, in an entirely-too-reasonable voice, arms crossed and smile paternal, warm, frightening. "Let's not fight. After all, this photo shoot will not look nearly so good if Albus has a black eye and a hickey, will it."
"Not to the publicists, maybe," Gio drawls, eyes hooded yet somehow giving the impression of glancing at the photographer, noting that he's not paying attention, and shifting his weight just enough that from where George is standing it looks like Gio and Sinclair are doing something that is obscene even with clothes on. "I'm sure it would look good, though. In a porn magazine."
"Don't be lewd," Sinclair tells him, smile widening into something warm, welcoming. "I'm sure Mr. Jagger has more worthwhile places to indulge in homoerotic behaviors than in front of a camera."
"Best place there is," Albus says, taking an entirely-too-large-for-George's-comfort step closer.
George pushes him away again, two steps. "You're all sick," he says. "Don't know why I work for you."
"Got it!" the photographer cries, sitting back and looking at them with an accusing eye. "You moved," he says, and then, glaring at George, adds, "Il Forte, if you could move closer to Grimmjaw, that would be great. Personal space is not a concern here." George looks over to see why the photographer isn't yelling at Sinclair and Gio for the vertical humping they're doing and realizes that they stopped when the photographer declared himself finished.
"Will do," Albus says, and steps close enough to George that he can smell Albus's skin, catch the shift of the light over his skin in his peripheral vision. Freak.
Waits for the camera to flash, and can't help it that he looks grumpy in the pictures because that was when Albus muttered to him, from under that smile, Be a good boy, Grimmjaw, and after my character gets defeated I'll stay in your room for you all the time.
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thought you might like this
link to Neil Gaiman's blog:
http://syndicated.livejournal.com/officialgaiman/338756.html?nc=117
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(if you have ready access to a computer, you can download scanlations for free from bleachportal and manga7 [you'll have to google for specific urls])