The lights were dimmed as people gathered around the small stage, shouting out their words of encouragement with voices slurred from alcohol and some who were high as a kite. Loud techno music blared from tall speakers as the next dancer made his way out to drown himself in the yells and dollar bills thrown at him before he could even start dancing.

He smiled to himself. He loved the job that his best friend got for him. It gave him something to look forward to after school, and dancing had always helped him to release stress. Speaking of which, said best friend was among the abundance of men and women gathered around, voicing his opinion of the sexy leather outfit he himself had picked out for the orange haired man to wear tonight. It consisted of tight black straps that hugged around his chest, leaving his nipples uncovered, and attatched to those was a thick black choker with small spikes. He also wore tight black shorts that barely covered anything, leaving very little to the imagination. He held a whip in his hand and was wearing thigh high leather heeled boots.

"Damn, Ichi! You look sexy!"

Ichigo blushed and shook his head at his blond friend's words. He came to a stop at the metal pole near the end of the stage, wrapping his free hand around it and using his other to crack the whip against his leg, eyes sliding shut as he finally started his dance.

Throwing the whip down, Ichigo gripped the pole loosely and pressed his hard body against it and rolled his hips to grind on it. His mouth partially opened as he then slid down the length of the pole, legs spread wide apart, thus causing loud yells and lust filled comments to fill his ears. Even his best friend shouted things at him, which didn't surprise Ichigo at all. He had always known his best friend was gay, and they did everything together, but Ichigo had never been romantically or sexually attracted to the blond. Yeah he was hot as hell, wearing his blond hair in a short bob and his light brown eyes were always shining, but for the past few weeks, Ichigo had been keeping his eye on a certain blue haired man that somehow always seemed to know exactly when Ichigo would be coming out on stage to present himself in his skimpy outfits.

Tonight was no different.

Ichigo threw his head back as one hand slid down the pole and came to a stop between his legs, moaning softly as he stood back up, sticking his ass out then he turned his eyes towards the back of the room. His brown eyes locked with deep blue, and he took that time to jump and throw his right leg up, hooking it around the pole as he fell backward. While he was hanging upside down, he slowly moved his hands over his chest and stomach then leaned back up, unhooked his leg, and slid down onto his knees. He then crawled over to the edge of the stage, eyes half shut, as people started throwing more bills at him and some asking for a lap dance.

He rarely ever gave lap dances anymore because he was tired of the men getting too 'touchy feely' with him. Though a couple of times he had given Shinji one when the blond wasn't working himself. That's why everyone thought the two were dating.

He grabbed his hips and rolled them forward, arching his back and closing his eyes as he whispered, the sound heard by only one person. "Shin..."

Shinji was a dancer as well, and although he wasn't supposed to perform tonight, he grabbed his friend's hand and was lifted onto the stage, men yelling how 'unfair' it was. "Yes, Ichi?" he giggled.

Ichigo turned his head back to the blue haired devil, to see if he was still watching. Sure enough, said man had moved closer, now only two tables away, blue brows drawn together as he bit a finger and watched closely.

The song changed, bass pumping through the speakers and everyone cheered. Ichigo and Shinji began to slowly circle each other, then Shinji backed himself up against the pole as his orange haired friend stepped behind it, lifting one hand to wrap around it as he began grinding at the same time Shinji swayed his hips back and forth and slid down then back up.

I've got another confession to make

So complicated, let me try to explain

Don't want this feeling to go away

So it stays, it stays, it stays, it stays

Is it the way that you talk

That's causing me to freak?

Is it the way that you laugh

That's making my heart beat?

Is it the way that you kiss?

It's gotta be the way you taste...

Just then, Ichigo glanced quickly at the blunet as he grabbed Shinji and brought the blond in for a quick kiss. When he released him, Shinji just smiled and looked over his shoulder and noticed the fire in the blue haired man's eyes. He knew exactly who the man was, but only because he was dating his best friend. He had only met him once, but remembered that his name was Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, and he seemed to have his sights set on his orange haired best friend. He inwardly shrugged as they continued to dance, grinding against each other and drawing loud groans from the crowd.

You're such a gorgeous nightmare

Old habits never seem to go away

You make me feel brand new yeah

We resurrect it's like I've come back to life

I feel so alive, I feel so alive!

First impressions are hard to erase

Etched in my mind and it just won't go away

Maybe I'm playing my cards way too safe

I've gotta change (change)

Is it the way that you feel against my body?

Is it the way that you act so damn naughty?

Is it the way that you shake

When your hips move to the bass?

You're such a gorgeous nightmare

Old habits never seem to go away

You make me feel brand new yeah

We resurrect it's like I've come back to life

After what seemed like forever, the song finally ended, the crowd applauding the show as the two men bowed and retreated to their dressing rooms.

Once Ichigo was alone, he sat in front of his mirror and stared at his reflection and wondered why in the hell he had kissed his friend like that in front of everyone, especially that blue haired devil. "Damn it..." He knew exactly why. He wanted to see if he would get some kind of reaction from that man. Ichigo cursed at himself for being such an idiot at thinking that he'd get a reaction from said man. Hell, he's probably not even gay, he though to himself. But if he was straight, would he have stared so intently as Ichigo danced? Ichigo remembered seeing the man biting his finger like he was avoiding the urge to jump up at any second and attack.

"Fucking get a grip, dumb ass..." he said aloud, running a hand through his mess of orange hair. He was tired and needed a shower and something to eat before he passed out. He stripped out of the tight revealing outfit and hung it up with his other costumes. Just as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants there was a knock on his door.

"Ichi? Ya done in there? I'm freakin' starving!"

Ichigo just lauged and walked to the door, pulling it open to allow the blond inside. "Yeah, I'm done. Just gotta get my stuff then we can go eat, okay?"

Those words must have fallen on deaf ears because in that instant, Shinji was bouncing up and down and smiling wickedly. 'Ohmygawd! Did you see the way he was looking at ya, Ichi?!" Ichigo just stared blankly as he tried to register what his crazy blond friend was telling him.

"Uh, who...OH! You mean that blue haired man?" Ichigo threw on a skin tight black tee shirt, grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door and into the hallway, Shinji following close behind still smiling.

"Uh duh! Nobody else was undressing you with their eyes, were they, dork?" He ruffled his friend's hair as they made their way to talk to the boss. Kisuke was a very odd guy, always wearing his green bucket hat and those stupid clogs, but he was a good friend. When Ichigo's mom had died, he ran away from home. He had been only eight years old and her death had left a huge hole in his heart. He ran and ran and ran, until he just couldn't run anymore. He had passed out, and when he woke up, it was Kisuke's face that he saw, brows creased with worry.

Kisuke had immediately called Ichigo's dad, and not even thirty minutes later, his dad and two sisters, Yuzu and Karin, had burst through the door, tears streaking their faces.

Ichigo was drug from his thoughts by a sharp pain in his side, and upon realizing it was Shinji's finger poking him, he stopped and looked at the blond in annoyance. "What is it, Shin-?"

He was cut off as Shinji lifted a hand to his chin and turned his head. What he saw made his skin crawl. Kisuke was talking to the blue haired man! "Oh..." was all he could say. He saw the man ask something but unfortunately couldn't hear what was said. Whatver it was must have been funny because just then Kisuke started laughing his ass off, hands clutching his stomach.

"Nnoi!" Shinji ran towards the bar, leaving Ichigo standing there in shock.

So now here he was, standing with Shinji and his tall, raven haired boyfriend, Nnoitra, Kisuke, and...him. Ichigo was kinda pissed because since Shinji was dating this man's best friend, surely he had to know his name. But he had never mentioned it. So he just stared at the floor, tuning out everyone's conversation, until a deep voice spoke up. "I'm Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. S'nice ta meet ya."

Ichigo looked up at the man beside him, slight blush forming on his cheeks from just those few words. Now that he was so close, Ichigo could actually see the deep blue color of the man's eyes. They seemed to swirl, and Ichigo found himself drawn to them. His heart was beating like crazy and he shivered as the blunet stared back at him. It was like this man could stare into the depths of his soul with those enticing blue orbs, and Ichigo found himself reaching out to touch bright sky blue locks, but quickly stopped himself and shook his head, clearing his throat and turning to his best friend who was preoccupied with the rough kiss his boyfriend was giving him. "Shinji!"

"What?" He turned towards Ichigo and smiled.

"Let's go."

Shinji was shocked by the rough tone those words held. "But, don't ya wanna introduce yourself?"

But Ichigo was already out the door.

After the show was over, Grimmjow found himself standing at the bar, ice cold beer in his hand. He had been coming to this place, Seireitei, it was called, for a little over three weeks now, being drug along by his tall friend ever since he had started dating that small blond guy, Shinji. The first night Grimmjow had stepped into the club, he was bombarded by the sight of an orange haired man on stage, hip thrusting and grinding against the smooth pole. Blue eyes focused on the man, wearing nothing but a white button up shirt that barely went past his slender hips, and a pair of tight dark blue boyshorts.

Fucking sexy.

After he was done performing, the man had quickly jumped off stage and ran over to his blond friend who was standing at the bar. They immediately jumped into a conversation, and Grimmjow had decided against talking to the orange haired man since the two seemed a little extra friendly towards each other. What a disappointment that had been when Grimmjow had found out the blond guy was dating his own friend, Nnoitra.

Grimmjow uttered a deep sigh, then lifted the bottle to his lips and drained it of its contents before setting it down on the counter. He was tired of waiting for something to happen. It seemed that the orange haired man had at least somewhat of an interest in him, with the way he was always staring from a distance. Tonight he was going to do it. Grimmjow turned to the bar owner, Kisuke, he believed, and said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Are ya lookin' for more dancers?"

Kisuke stared at the blunet in shock, face turning red as he struggled to hold in his laughter but failed miserably as he clutched his stomach and covered his lips with his fan. "Why, are you interested?" He giggled at Grimmjow's blank expression and lowered his fan. "You just don't seem like-"

"WHAT?!" Grimmjow shuddered and looked away, annoyance clearly etched onto his face. "No, I was just wonderin' cuz I've got this friend that...well, he loves to dance."

"Ah, I see." Kisuke glanced over his shoulder as Shinji ran past them and into the arms of his tall boyfriend, Ichigo slowly walking behind him. Kisuke noticed the look of what seemed like annoyance on his employee's face, but thought that it could also be nothing. The orange haired man usually had that same look pretty much plastered onto his face. "Yeah, we could always do with more dancers, so if you really think he'd be interested please let him know." He smiled warmly at Grimmjow, returning the fan back into his sleeve. "We are also looking for a new DJ if you happen to know of anybody." With saying that, he bowed slightly and walked away.

"Hn."

Grimmjow glanced over at the orange haired man next to him and could finally take in all his features. He noticed that his brows were drawn together in a frustrated scowl, his honey brown eyes searching the room around him before focusing on the floor in front of him. His neck was long and even though he was thin, Grimmjow could clearly make out the slight curves of muscle under lightly tanned skin. God, the man was gorgeous. He cleared his throat but the sound fell on deaf ears because no one looked his way. He cursed at himself for acting so...shy? He didn't know what the hell had come over him, so he just went with his gut and spoke up.

"I'm Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. S' nice ta meet ya."

That got his attention, he thought as honey eyes turned in his direction and Grimmjow immediately noticed the slight pink shade of the man's cheeks. Grimmjow felt his heart shudder when the smaller man lifted a hand and reached out towards him, curiosity and confusion etched onto his face. He was only allowed a brief moment longer to study the man before him before he slightly shook his head and jerked his hand away as of he'd been bitten. Grimmjow opened his mouth to speak again but nothing came out when the orange haired angel turned to his blond friend and pretty much demanded for them to leave.

"But don't you wanna introduce yourself?"

But he was already out the door.