So I know it seems like I have a lot of stories going, but majority of them are already finished or have quite a few chapters. I just love AU with Bleach characters. It seems to fit for some reason.

Warning: This story will have quite a few lemons and very brutal violence. I will always warn in the author's note.

What the fuck am I doing here, Nnoitra muttered in his mind as he leaned up against a wall of the club, long dark hair sliding over his thin shoulders.

The lights changed from bright yellows, to hues of blue, and off to pinks to the beat of the blasting music. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor; women were grinding against their partners, hips swaying to the song. It was a fucking stupid song blasting through the speakers and grating on his nerves. He had no idea what the singer was saying and the thumbing of the techno beat made him feel close to homicidal rage towards the DJ.

A few girls had come up to him attempting to dance with him, but Nnoitra just told them to get lost. One girl called him an asshole as she tripped over her heels, falling painfully on her knees when he pushed her off him. He responded by saying she was fucking ugly and being a slut didn't help. It wasn't his fault she was overweight and spilling out of that skimpy black dress she was wearing that did nothing to "slim" her figure. He didn't give a fuck about anybody, sometimes not even himself. He definitely didn't have time for some unattractive female's greasy body rubbing all over him.

Despite that, Nnoitra member was hardening slightly. After all, there were gorgeous women there too. He cursed himself silently as he went over to the VIP section where Ulquiorra was sitting sipping on coke and rum. His emerald orbs watched him without any movement of his head when the tall man walked by, something that always creeped him out. Next to him sat Szayel with his legs crossed and a slender finger twirling his coral locks. He was eyeing a man with hair as red as a fire hydrant. His gaze was slanted, honey orbs fixated on the other man while he danced.

"Fuckin' fag," Nnoitra said grinning widely.

Szayel's eyes remained on the man as he flipped his pink hair out of his face. "You're just mad because I don't want you."

Nnoitra's smile never faded. "Even if I was a glitter ass, you wouldn't be my type."

Anyone could tell that Szayel was homosexual, his pink hair and feminine way of gesturing were another big hint. He was very smart, a genius at that and Nnoitra was aware of his intellect. Szayel often was able to embarrass Nnoitra whenever they got into it with wittier comments, but that didn't stop him from still attempting to get under the pink-haired man's skin. Hadn't worked yet, but Nnoitra wasn't a quitter.

Nnoitra saw Stark in the far corner leaning back lazily while he made out with some woman. Her curly brown hair was up in a ponytail, revealing a butterfly tattoo on the back of her neck. She straddled him and the brunette male had one hand on her hip while his other arm was folded behind the chair.

Nnoitra was always annoyed by that. Did he have to fucking make out with every girl he saw? Maybe it was fun or something. He didn't know since he never let a female get close to him. He didn't have the patience to mess around with women. They were too whiny and way too needy. He walked over to the bar and on his way back saw Grimmjow on the floor. His shirt was unbuttoned completely, showing off glistening rock hard abs. Females groped him as he grinded against a girl's backside. She was bent over exposing her breasts. One hand was hooked on her hip, the other running through his bright blue hair. A wide grin was on his face, clearly enjoying the attention he was getting.

"They might as well be fucking," Nnoitra said as he headed towards the bar.

Harribel was already there. He sat next to her and ordered a Whiskey Sour. He was definitely in the mood for a lot of alcohol. Harribel leaned against his bony shoulder, blonde spiky tresses falling into her face. It was clear she had already had too much.

"You're a damn drunk," he said as he used a finger to push her to a sitting position.

She hiccupped, light eyes hazy with intoxication. "I don't drink."

"Then what the hell is this?" he asked pointing to her shot glass.

Harribel leaned close. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. "This is a drink."

With that, she collapsed in his lap. "What the fuck bitch!"

He cursed and rolled her onto the floor and she landed with a solid thump. Nnoitra proceeded to grab the drink the bartender passed him. He gave the bar tender a look that said "mind your fuckin' business". Gratefully he was wise enough to leave. That disappointed the tall male a little bit. He was looking forward to punching that fuck in the face if he said something.

Nnoitra was the type who loved to fight. Didn't matter if it was male or female either. He'd hit a bitch too if she thought she was bad enough to try and fight him. He had been to jail four times for assaulting someone, three guys and a girl. Shit, she punched him in the face after he kicked her boyfriend's ass for talking shit about him so she got what she deserved. Those were only the fights he had gotten caught in by law enforcement or someone pressed charges. He didn't care about people's feelings nor did he care about his consequences. His friends were starting to get tired of bailing him out. Nnoitra didn't care about that either.

Nnoitra downed the drink and walked back over to the VIP section.

"Harribel's passed out," he said as he sat on one of the leather seats.

"That is not my concern," Ulquiorra said as he continued to watch people dancing.

His emerald orbs seemed entranced by the sight before him. It was like he was a scientist watching a group of primitive animals. He was intrigued by how people were acting. Nnoitra leaned back and spread his long legs, getting comfortable in the red couch. He was a little past seven feet tall. His body was lean and lanky. He had a smile that almost never vanished although his smile was not a sweet one. People tried to stay away from him when he towered next to them. He just radiated danger and most people tried to avoid him because of that. Not like he gave two fucks. He could live the rest of his life without anyone liking him and he would be just fine.

Grimmjow returned with the girl who he danced with. She was short with wide set eyes and shoulder length burgundy tresses. She smiled and waved at everyone before Grimmjow dragged her off to one of the private rooms that were available to them. Nnoitra's friends were all well off in their career Szayel worked as an epidemiologist in a lab deep in town. Ulquiorra was a very successful lawyer. Grimmjow and Stark were both upcoming male models.

That left Nnoitra, who did construction. It wasn't the best, but he loved being able to use his muscles all day. He got stronger that way and made his punch that much more fatal. People would wonder how this strange group of people grew to know each other. They all met at Hueco Mundo High School and have been friends ever since. Everyone else was already acquainted with each other when Nnoitra first started.

His first day he ended up slamming some kid against the lockers. The guy tried to come up to him with his friends and Nnoitra told them all to fuck off. He wasn't going to put up with some wanna be hard kids. Nnoitra knew what hard was. He lived it every day. After he got suspended and came back, Harribel had asked him to sit with them. He declined very colorfully, but eventually did venture over to them.

With the girl was another female with orange hair. Her breasts were large and nearly popped from her tightly fitting green dress. It was v cut all the way to where her underwear should start, exposing the creamy skin of her toned stomach. Ulquiorra's eyes went wide as he looked at her. She began to blush and smiled shyly. Ulquiorra stood took her hand.

"Good evening," he said smoothly. "What is your name?"

"Orihime," she said softly as she continued to smile.

"I am Ulquiorra," he said as he motioned to a free spot in the VIP area.

She nodded and followed him. Nnoitra found it hard that such an emotionless man was actually very good with the ladies. He just didn't come off as the type to care about women, yet he knew exactly what to say to get them to do what he wanted. It must have been from all that people watching he did. What a freak.

Now Nnoitra sat alone. Szayel was gone. He must be with that red head guy since he didn't see him anymore either. Harribel was still passed out, but someone had moved her to a table and she lay sprawled over it. Stark was still making out with that same chick. She had opened his shirt and was running her fingers over his chest. His cock jumped again at the sight.

"I want to fuck something right now, Nnoitra thought although he'd never had sex before.

Sure he'd messed around before. He had gotten head from some slut a while back, but that's as far as he got besides touching. It wasn't that he didn't want to have sex, Nnoitra just didn't want to put his dick in the diseased bitches that threw themselves at him.

He got up and went back to the bar and requested the same drink. When it was passed to him, he finished it in three gulps. The lone man could feel the alcohol fuzzing his brain slightly but it wasn't enough so he ordered another. After that, he was definitely tipsy. He shook his head to clear his vision then looked through bleary eyes at the dance floor. The lights were making his head hurt.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide as he saw the most unique looking creature on the planet coming his way. Her tanned skin glowed beautifully in the light. Turquoise hair that caressed her form, stopping in the middle of her back. Nnoitra eyes ranked over her wide hips and large breasts. The black halter top dress she was wearing did little to hid her assets.

Nnoitra watched with interest as she swayed towards him, smile plastered on his face. The transfixed man didn't realize the woman swayed a little too heavily, indicated she had been drinking. She sat down next to him and ordered a drink. Nnoitra leaned against the bar and stared shamelessly at her. Maybe it was the alcohol because he never would give a girl this much attention. She didn't deserve it.

The girl looked over at him quizzically. "Yes?"

"You're sexy as fuck," he slurred moving closer to her.

She took a few sips from her drink before turning to face him. "Is that so?"

"Hell yeah," he said as he spread his legs slightly.

She looked down and could see his hardened member through the jeans that he wore. His smile widened as he watched her examine his package. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a reason to boast about it. Nnoitra knew he was blessed with the largeness he had. Tan eyes slowly moved back up to meet his.

"I think you're good looking, too," she said smiling seductively at him.

She moved closer and he could smell alcohol on her breath. She definitely drank more than what she was drinking now. She had what looked like a blush from the alcohol underneath her eyes, but when she leaned forward, he could see that it was more like a birthmark. For some reason, that added to her sex appeal.

She placed a hand on his thigh and a shock went through his thin body. He reached up and grasped one of her breasts.

Her eyes widened. "What are you doing?!"

Nnoitra didn't stop his assault. "Don't act like you don't like it."

She moaned softly as he worked the tips of his fingers over the small nub of her nipple. It was clear that she didn't have a bra on. Nnoitra moved closer and ran his long tongue along the crevice of her neck, enjoying her taste and the scent of her perfume.

"Wanna go somewhere?" he whispered hotly.

She nodded and ran her warm hand down his chest. He grasped it and dragged her back towards the VIP. He burst open the door that Grimmjow and his chick had gone through. Grimmjow was in the bed on top of her. His back glistened with sweat as he turned to look at who intruded. He smiled as Nnoitra pulled the woman back through a door that led to another room.

"Nail her Nnoitra!" he shouted smiling sadistically.

The woman closed the door behind them and instantly Nnoitra pressed her against it. He hoisted her up bridal style and pressed his mouth against hers. It was too far for him to bend down with how short the beauty was. She wrapped her thick legs around his waist and he pressed himself tighter against her.

"What's your name?" he asked as he sucked on her neck.

"Neliel, but you can call me Nel," she breathed as he continued his torture.

"Nel," he whispered as he ravished her mouth.

He walked over to the king sized bed and laid her down. He ripped off her dress while she kicked off her heels. Tossing the remains of Nel's dress on the floor, Nnoitra removed his shoes and pressed his mouth to hers once more. She returned his kiss fiercely with such fire and passion it made his head swim.

He had to have her now. Fuck that make love shit, he wanted to smash into her until her throat was sore from screaming. The animal in him raged as he brought his mouth down to her full breasts and ran his tongue over them. She moaned and wriggled slightly underneath them.

"Hold still bitch," he commanded as he clamped his hands down on her sides to stop her movement.

She moaned again as he sucked hard on her left breast before turning to the right and nipping it. She reached up and locked her hand in his soft hair, removing the ponytail holder that kept it back. It sprawled across her side like a blanket of silk. He kissed her stomach before swirling his tongue in her belly button. He hauled her to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. Because of his height, he still had to lean to get to his prize. To his enjoyment, she wasn't wearing any underwear.

He spread her thighs and looked at her devilishly, his eyes turning to slits.

"I hope ya didn't wanna talk tomorrow because ya won't be able to when I'm finished with you."

He dropped his head and ran his tongue along her inner thighs. Nel screamed just like he knew she would.

Uh oh, there's a lemon next chapter! All lemons are linked to my Tumblr. Let me know what you think!