It started as a shove, an innocent maneuver to get through the crowded bar. Then it turned into a grabbing of a shoulder, and a quick turning of heads.

"Hey! Don't fucking shove me!" the taller of the two had yelled.

The orange-haired man put his hands up in defense. "Woah, man. Just tryin' ta get through..didn't mean ta start anything.." He began to saunter away, head bowed slightly as he continued on through the crowd, but the bluenette had stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and a punch to the face. The sound of bone crunching met his ears and he sighed blissfully. Screams and yelling erupted throughout the bar. The man retaliated, holding his nose and attempting a punch to the shoulder but failing as his hand was grasped in a steel-like grip, and his knee rose to hit the taller man in the groin. He groaned loudly and brought both hands down.

"You..bastard..!" He lunged at the man, effectively pinning him with a hand on his throat. He punched him repeatedly, neither of them noticing as the sirens roared, or as the cops pulled him off of the man, handcuffing the two of them and dragging them to the car.

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"Jeagerjaques! Kurosaki! Get your asses up!" a redheaded cop yelled, banging at the bars.

Grimmjow groaned, head aching from last night, although he was still slightly buzzed.

"Fuck off cop.." he growled out.

"Fine, starve. I honestly won't care," he sauntered away as he spoke.

Grimmjow rolled over on the uncomfortable cot, only to face bright orange hair, and a curled up body. His eyes widened, before glaring down at the man. He pulled back a hand, with the intention of hitting him, but was trapped as Kurosaki rolled over and clung to his waist, burying his face in his chest.

"Kurosaki..what the fuck?"

Ichigo blinked up at him, eyes half-lidded. "Hnn..?"

Shit! Grimmjow was such a softie when it came to cute things. Ichigo smiled up at him. Grimmjow bit his lip harshly, nearly enough to draw blood.

"Grimmjow..Jeagerjaques.." Ichigo's smile warped into a smirk as he spoke, running a finger down Grimmjow's shirt-clad chest, still clearly drunk, though he never broke eye contact. "Fuck me..fuck me as hard as you can.."

Grimmjow suppressed a groan. Barely. "Fine..pants off. Now,"

Ichigo complied, reaching down between them and unbuttoning his skinny jeans, shimmying out of them quickly and grinning.

"Goin' commando I see.." Grimmjow husked out.

Ichigo nodded, bringing his hand down slowly, resting it on Grimmjow's crotch. Grimmjow sucked in a breath , closing his eyes and placing his hands on Ichigo's hips. Ichigo reached down into Grimmjow's pants, passing his boxers and gripping his half-hard cock tightly, pumping slowly. Grimmjow grabbed his wrist weakly and pulled it up, twisting Ichigo around, panting slightly as he did. He tugged his pants off, groaning as his throbbing member met the cold air of the jail cell. Grimmjow brought two fingers up to his lips, coating them in saliva quickly, patience having never been nice with him before. He brought his hand down to Ichigo's puckered entrance, slowly inserting the two fingers. Grimmjow twisted and pushed his fingers inside of Ichigo, reveling in the short gasps and tortured breathing of the orange-haired man. He gave Ichigo no warning as he entered him, pushing slow and hard. Ichigo gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion. He felt the pain, but it was numbed a great amount by his still drunk mind.

"G-Grimmjow.." he managed to choke out weakly. The blue eyes shut tightly as the heat of the man before him sheathed him slowly.

"Guh..you're so..tight.." Grimmjow practically growled out. Ichigo was panting, his breath coming out in short bursts. Grimmjow pulled out almost completely, before slamming back in roughly. Ichigo cried out, half in pain half in pleasure. Grimmjow quickly brought his free hand up to cover Ichigo's mouth, growling out a quick, "Keep your damn mouth shut or no more this," He emphasized the last word by thrusting back in once again, tilting his hips slightly as he did. Ichigo's breath hitched, his head swimming for a second as Grimmjow thrust. But then he did it again. And again, and again. Ichigo's breathing was uneven as Grimmjow pounded into him, the eyes of both men shut tightly. Grimmjow leaned down, his pace constant as he trailed his tongue along the side of Ichigo's neck, pulling a shiver from the man, before he sunk his sharp teeth into the soft flesh there. Ichigo thrust back against Grimmjow, meeting his thrusts with all the strength he had. Ichigo could only make guttural noises, his whole body feeling as though it were on fire. Grimmjow reached forward, gripping Ichigo's dripping cock and pumping slowly. Ichigo whimpered, his bottom lip caught between his perfect teeth. It only took a few strokes and Ichigo was done for, his body clenching around Grimmjow, a muffled scream escaping from him, Grimmjow's jaw tightening its grip on Ichigo's neck, cumming deep inside the smaller man. They lay there, panting, for many minutes, before Grimmjow pulled out of Ichigo slowly, licking up the blood left on his neck. He felt Ichigo shiver under him and he smirked. He quickly pulled his pants back on, the redheaded cop returning.

"Jeagerjaques! You're outta here!" he could hear him yell.

"Meet me at the bar tomorrow at seven.." he whispered into Ichigo's ear. He shivered, nodding as Grimmjow sauntered out of the cell.

*Authors note*

Randomly requested by my friend~ Just a one-shot but I might continue it. Tell me what you think~