Music to my Ears

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GrimmUlqui, yaoi, boyxboy, don't like, don't read, simple as. It's got a little harsh language. ^^; Just a little idea I had. It's Grimm POV. It'll probably have quite a few chapters! Please lemme know what you think!

"Aaaand that's a wrap!"

I grinned, sliding my guitar off my shoulders.

"Sounding pretty good today, dontcha think Ichi?" I smirked at the orange haired singer.

"We still got a lotta work to do..." murmured Uryuu from behind the keyboards.

Geez, that guy was such a buzzkill. God knows why he wanted to join a band anyway. Probably Ichigo's idea. He's always looking for ways to get more time with that guy. It's painful to watch. He should just ask him out already! It's obviously the nerd likes him back, so they should stop hanging around already!

"Wanna catch a movie Grim?"

I glanced over my shoulder. It was Renji, in the middle of aiming his drumsticks at Byakuya's back as he zipped up his bass case. I laughed. Another really obvious couple, only they knew it. They were going out 'in secret'. Yeah right. Everyone knew about it!

"Nah, go with Byaku, I'm beat."

"Suit yourself." Shrugged Renji, shoving his drumsticks into his bag as Byakuya gave him a death glare.

The real reason was that actually, it was kinda painful to be around those guys. Seems like everyone in the group found someone. I've had a few girlfriends, more boyfriends that you can count, but, I dunno, they just go t in the way. I couldn't write my songs when they were around. They just pissed me off with their constant whining.

Shrugging my guitar case on to my back, I slung my coat over my shoulder and headed out.

"See ya dudes!"

"Bye Grim!"

That's when I saw him.

He was stumbling down the pavement, towards me, clutching his arm. Jet black hair fell into his eyes. Makes you wonder how people can see. His pale face was screwed up, in pain maybe? For a guy he was wearing some quite heavy makeup. Lipstick, nail polish, that eye stuff, what's it called again? Never mind. But the most noticeable thing was that he was COVERED in blood.

"Kid!"

I caught him as he stumbled against me. He looked up at me and i found myself lost in a world of pain.

"I'm....fine..." he whispered.

He stumbled again. I caught him under the legs and pulled him up to carry him bridal style.

"Please....sir...I'm...fine."

I scoffed.

"I'm taking you back to my place kid. You look like someone beat the living hell outta you or summat."

The guy laughed. Probably wasn't far wrong with that one then.

Gently, I dropped him over the top of my convertible and fastened him in. Absent-mindedly, I flicked the hair back off his forehead and let my fingers linger on his ivory skin for just a moment. Long enough for him to blush anyway.

I think even sitting was painful for the poor kid. He shook, but it looked like the blood dried, not fresh. So that was one thing. But he had so many cuts and bruises. Someone must have really had it in for him. I stole glances at him, as well as trying to navigate my car back home. He looked about seventeen, eighteen maybe? A high school student? He was quite...beautiful really. Those green lines that ran down his cheeks against such white skin just made me want to pull him on to my lap then and there and just protect him.

Was that weird?

"Hey kid, we're here."

His eyes flickered open.

"This is...where is this?"

I laughed. I guess when I said I was taking him home he didn't think I mean MY home and not his! Slipping my arms back under his legs, I picked him up again. It felt surprisingly good to hold him like that. Obviously he didn't agree.

"Sir! This...really..isn't-"

I pressed my lips against his before he could finish. He froze for a moment, before, slowly, he closed his eyes. I laughed a little inside. He was rather cute. Reluctantly, I remembered he was hurt, badly. I pulled away to reveal a very red-faced young boy.

I grinned.

"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we babe?"

"Are you a musician?" he asked.

"You bet!" I called from the kitchen, "We're about to sign a record deal with Las Noches Productions!"

I walked into the dining room with two mugs of hot chocolate. The boy was sitting on the table, where I'd left him. I managed to disinfect the cuts of his and put cream on the bruises. I was surprised he let me actually.

"Are you even any good?"

I laughed again.

"Hey now, that's not very polite is it? But fair enough. Why don't you come down and listen to us some time? I'd love to see you again, maybe under better circumstances!"

The boy looked down.

"I...don't think so. Thank you for taking care of me but I think it would be best if I left now."

"Woah there!"

I rested my hands on the kid's shoulders.

"I might've saved you life. You weren't gonna get far in your condition. C'mon! I really like you."

No answer.

"Well, c'mon, what's your name at least?"

"Ulquiorra...Schiffer."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Nice to meetcha! I'm Grimmjow Jeagerjaques!"

And with that, I kissed him again, harder this time, holding his face in my hands so he couldn't move away. His lips felt good against mine. Not like anyone's I'd been with before. It felt amazing.

When I finally let him go, he did something I never would have expected.

He smiled.

"A handshake would have sufficed Grimmjow."