Hey guys! So, I really appreciate you taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoy! I don't own Bleach. Anyway, tell me what you think and hope it's alright… right? .

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Ichigo leaned down to hug Orihime. "Hey Orihime, how's it going?"

Orihime smiled as she released him. "Yeah, I'm good. Oh, I think I told you about my boyfriend, Ulquiorra."

Ichigo held out a hand, smiling at the pale man. "Nice to meet you… Ulquiarra?"

Orihime laughed and Ulquiorra frowned a little. "No, it's Ulquiorra," Orihime corrected.

Ichigo smiled, a little sheepishly. "Sorry, I suck at names."

"Where's Rukia tonight?" Orihime asked, changing the subject.

At the name, Ichigo seemed to pale a little, scratching his neck uncomfortably before forcing a gentle smile onto his face. It would be best not to hurt Orihime. "She's not feeling that great tonight so she decided to call it a day and head home. Sorry Orihime."

She appeared a little crestfallen despite his encouragement. "That's such a shame. I really wanted to talk to her too."

"Ichigo, we should head out now." A hand landed on Ichigo's shoulder, followed by a tall, red head.

Symmetrical tattoos came down, acting as eyebrows on his face and Grimmjow could see that the tattoos didn't end there, following the length of his bare arms.

Who the fuck is this kid? Grimmjow thought, finding himself annoyed for no particular reason.

Ichigo nodded, glancing at the man. "Alright." He once again turned to Orihime and the others, giving them a small flash of a grin. "Well, I'll see you guys later."

Orihime nodded, waving as he walked off.

Grimmjow glared at the retreating back, crossing his arms to further demonstrate his irritation. The kid had actually just ignored him… completely.

Ulquiorra mused, glancing at Orihime as he said, "Well, he seems to be a… nice boy."

"Oh he is," she assured him seriously. "He's training to be a doctor. Did you know that?"

Grimmjow's eyes widened a little. He had remembered that the kid had wanted to be a doctor but was under the impression he was too stupid to do so.

"Is that so?" Ulquiorra asked, staring at Orihime.

She gave a small sigh, accompanied by a smile. "I don't like him like that. He's just my friend."

Ulquiorra frowned a little again, staring at the small hand that sat in his. "Dance with me," he spoke the words quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

Smiling broadly she stood, pulling him to his feet. "Of course."

Grimmjow shrugged himself further into his black, denim jacket. So now he was alone huh? He let his eyes flit across the bar, searching for the searing orange. He soon spotted him talking to the red head who had taken him away, connecting up cords while he laughed.

Next to him was a huge Mexican man. Or he appeared to be of Mexican descent with his wavy, shoulder length locks, dark coffee eyes and warm brown skin. He was also talking to Ichigo, leaning against the stage with a dark blue and purple bass guitar.

Setting up the drum set onstage was a raven haired man with three scars running across his right cheek and two tattoos-the number sixty nine and a block of blue on his left side, running across his nose.

Why was he surrounded by men? Grimmjow frowned. Why did he care? Standing, he wove his way to the bathroom. He was irritated even more now and really needed to piss.

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Is this all we are?
Is this where I'm left standing?
My heart is crushed but your smiles still shining, oh.

I've been broken and scarred,
And now all that's left standing,
Is the rubble of our broken promises.

The words of the punky song pounded into the bathroom, the voice sultry. Grimmjow zipped himself up, washing his hands as well, cocking his head a little to listen to the song. It was a little different from what he usually liked but it was good all the same.

Stepping out, his eyes were immediately stuck on the lead guitarist and singer, the brown eyes screwed shut as honey lips parted to let the lyrics flow.

Ichigo? Grimmjow was frozen to the spot, watching as Ichigo's body jolted in time with the beat, knees bending as his agile fingers sped along the neck of the guitar.

The three men who had been talking to him were also on stage. The black haired man was beating the drums, head banging down with each strike. The tall, coffee skinned man was standing with the bass guitar and the red head swung around with another guitar.

Ichigo's eyes flickered open half-mast as he glanced around at the crowd, smiling a little as he continued to sing.

Then the chocolate eyes fell to him and Ichigo smirked, pushing his hand down in an exaggerated strum.

Grimmjow blinked before allowing his lip to curl, finding his way back to his seat. The little brat was fucking teasing him. Well, he wasn't about to let himself be dragged around by him.

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Pink lips parted, gasping for air as the kiss broke and Grimmjow growled, hitching the silky thigh further up around his waist and the scarlet haired woman laughed, kissing him again, tongue flicking out to gain access.

Grimmjow didn't allow it; rather he pushed her tongue back with his own, tangling them in her mouth. Letting someone dominate him was not his thing.

She moaned, her head falling back as Grimmjow thrust himself into her again, one hand on her hip to support her, the other running up and down the side of her body.

"Sl-slow down," she managed to choke out, small fingers gripping lengths of blue hair.

Allowing a small growl to escape he pushed himself in, even harder than before.

"I told y-ah… I said to-mh... ah… be gentle," words were gasped out, a little whimper here, a loud moan there.

Grimmjow snarled, biting down on her neck to silence her before licking up her neck to her lips.

The woman let out a strangled cry, slowing as her own orgasm hit her, hands on his shoulders as she helped it on its way.

Thrusting a few more times, Grimmjow let his own flow into her, feeling unsatisfied the whole time.

Pulling herself away from him, the woman straightened her dress, leaving the dirtied panties on the cold, wet concrete of the alley.

"Thanks," she told him, flashing him a fake, pearly white smile as she handed him a scrap of paper. "Let's do it again sometime."

Grimmjow watched her leave, reaching down to zip himself up when he heard a cuss from further down the alley before orange hair came into view.

Ichigo stopped dead upon spotting the lean man, eyes narrowing as he took in the dishevelled appearance, the open pants and slightly sweaty face.

Turning abruptly on his heel, Ichigo went to make a run for it, jerking to a stop when Grimmjow jogged to him, grasping his arm.

"What are you doing here berry?"

Ichigo scowled at the nickname, yanking his arm away from Grimmjow before putting his hands in his pockets. "The bus stop's that way."

Grimmjow nodded before shrugging a little. "Well, whatever, I don't give a fuck. I was just making sure you didn't see me fuckin' that chick."

Moist lips rose a little in irritation. "You don't have to put it that way."

"Why? You'd rather I say we, 'made love'?"

Ichigo shrugged as well, pulling the knee length black coat further around himself.

"Why did you ask about me and that black haired chick? Are you trying to make a list of all the men she's fucked?"

Ichigo almost choked on his own breath. "What? How did you know about us?"

"I heard you over the phone. Unless you say, 'I love you,' to everyone these days."

His eyes narrowed before shrugging past the man, continuing down the alley. "It's none of your business."

"Whatever, you can talk about it or not, I don't give a shit. I only thought it was weird. I mean, you should just let it go. Who cares about who she's fucked or not?"

Ichigo barked out a laugh, still walking on. "Well, I kind of do-or did, considering we were dating."

"That's what I'm saying, even if you're dating, why do you need to know who she was with? That could only end badly for you."

"Not who she did sleep with, who she was sleeping with, as in when we were together," Ichigo replied.

Silence stretched, only the sound of shoes clacking against the pavement and traffic passing caught up with them.

"Oh fuck…" Grimmjow finally said.

"Yeah, you're right."

Silence.

"Sorry."

"What? Did you know we were dating when you had sex with her?"

Grimmjow shrugged, walking a little further ahead than the boy. "No, but I probably still would have fucked her regardless."

"Even if you knew it was me she was dating?"

"…"

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

His laugh echoed around the narrow walkway. "Since when has my little berry used such filthy language?"

"Since I grew up."