Hey readers, I was caught with a major case of writer's block and couldn't finish the chapter. Hope you guys like cliffhangers!

Grimmjow watched, a confused fuzz blurring his mind's clarity with puzzlement. The other man's shadow beneath him squirmed and bent. Luppi's head twisted maniacally, forcing cracking and snapping to shake his form, and hair cultivated with unnatural frequencies. Luppi's mouth split jaggedly into a repulsive mixture between a muzzle and lips. His nostrils flared in reaction to the pain as his eyes half shifted into human pupils holding huge irises yet uncaringly blind to the lack of light-enhanced color surrounding them.

His spine snapped and his shoulder blades creaked, causing him to wince and whimper slightly. Greasy, taupe hair grew out in rough patches and clothes ripped loudly. His hips and legs creaked and snapped to create an awkward bend in an unsuitable but symmetrical position to his other. His feet curled and lengthened into a disgusting region of bumps and wrinkled, dark skin. A gurgling sound forced itself from the creature's throat, soon to be recognized as a despicable laughter.

Grimmjow watched, distain etched into his angular features. Luppi was not what he was supposed to look like, as if the government had messed up on his experiments. He figured that he was a failed test subject. According to the misshapen limbs and random crevices, it seemed to be the only explanation. It took the petite man a much longer and more painful time to change, and he looked like a gross mass of limbs instead of a beautiful, serene animal. He still questioned the eagerness and reason for the misfit to be challenging him, but he was not a critical thinker, he was a beast of instinct. He growled at the confused mass of dog man and began his own, almost perfect, shape shift.

Grimmjow twitched excitedly in anticipation, willing on the change. The bigger man's back crouched over in preparation and he bent his knees precisely. Beautifully savage claws slid out from his nails, glinted the moonlight, and scratched at well-fitted sneakers. Sleek, ultramarine fur grew in orderly waves along his arms. He inhaled deeply as a fresh wave of uniform pain electrified his insides. He felt organs wiggle and rearrange excitedly, neatly slipping into fresh, new positions. His skin tingled and changed color simultaneously to prepare for the true layers of fur to form. Angular features, previously a shaded golden, smoothly glowed silver and began protruding gently outwards. His nostrils bent into slits and darkening into a wet, black addition to an elegant muzzle. Beneath the soft sides of freshly morphed flesh, enlarged, sharp teeth appeared in an evenly spaced row underneath the upper muzzle's shadow. Pointed ellipses centered themselves in the centre of bone-piercing, aqua irises. His hair flattened and changed shades as his ears simultaneously rose atop his head and grew outward to the air only to be voluntarily laid back onto the skull.

An even blanket of silver-lit strands grew out along the entirety of his beautiful form, ending at the tip of a newly formed tail. Toned legs reacted as his knees locked into new slots and bones stretched underneath glinting fur. Hands and feet transformed into graceful paws and muscles slid in deep blue waves beneath his coat of fur and clothes dropped to the floor in small, tattered piles. His spine clicked into accurate locations and a low growl escaped within deep pants.

Serene and beautiful, the feline's sparkling cyan orbs gleamed toward the scruffy canine. They were prepared for battle now, and in realizing this switched quickly to battle stances. They growled fiercely for only a moment until a blue flash disappeared and a bloodthirsty maw with silver sparks appeared into Luppi's vision so dangerously fast that he couldn't even blink in surprise before they engaged in a painful locking of jaws.

Grimmjow voraciously dug his sharp fangs into Luppi's vulnerable muzzle, a deep growl vibrating through him as adrenaline surged through his arteries. Luppi attempted a desperate grunt when their bodies thumped onto the floor loudly. He continued resentfully cutting the gums until a barely audible whimper sounded and he decided to continue to other places, so he released his death grip and moved to a new location. Barely inches from his original spot, his instinct lead him to a sensitive jugular and he bit down until warmth coated his maw. He licked greedily and tossed his head to the side to diminish any remaining hope of having it heal cleanly. Before he could move on, though, a twisted hand shoved his head to the side, effectively removing the loosening jaw from his gash.

But Luppi was unable to move his neck, because the muscle, and more importantly the vital artery, was ripped to shreds as a result of the feline's death tool. He desperately kicked his distorted lower limbs in an attempt to nudge him away from his squirming body. But the werepanther was stubborn and maintained a steadfast grapple. Luppi felt the panther begin to separate, but was highly disappointed when claws disengaged and cut into a mass of unorganized fur and skin.

The werepanther was quickly becoming increasingly enraged as the smaller beast's legs jabbed and poked at him. The feline was losing himself to his temper and no longer cared about having fun with his prey. He growled a simple warning before unleashing a portion of genuine wrath onto Luppi. He unhooked his claws and thrashed wildly at the weakling.

Luppi's eyes widened blue flashes covered his vision and whipped his face into every direction. He let out a cry, but soon realized the reality that was about to come. His heart raced and his throat contorted to release a loud, humiliating squeal of dread.

The blue beast's insane eyes glared searingly into the grotesque face before it in repulsion, then glinted with malice at the gurgling cries of the hideous bunch of limbs. The lithe feline carried on, tearing and shredding, though stopped suddenly. It was apparent on the panther's features that it was no longer amused, so it gracefully slid it's paws downward until one grazed over the soft layer of sensitive underbelly. After reaching the exposed platform, the large cat flashed a glance at the canine's tattered face and gleefully dug its incredibly sharp claws into the thin layer of flesh. Blood gurgles as the big cat slowly dragged its fine claws down the stomach and was slightly astonished when the mutt did not react in the slightest. The panting and muffled yowling was silent.

The panther stopped digging and twitched its ears expectantly. No sound. So it grumbled lowly and removed itself from the disgusting figure, highly disappointed. It turned around and padded away softly. Before exiting the park, though, it paused for a small moment to glance into the sky. A wave of excitement and bliss ran throughout his being as the temporal fixture reflected the relaxed cyan. It then turned toward its destination and trotted away.

•••

A lone house secluded itself from the moonlight, peeking between trees with patches of glowing brick. A silent forest shined specks of silver, reflecting from leaves in brightly-tipped waves of green. Sheltering itself from the moon using trees, the darkened house creaked on an unstable foundation, as defenseless as its curtains from the gentle breeze excavating the forest. Amongst the writhing of the dirty, green curtains wallowed a clean splotch of orange.

"Okay then, let's get started," the customer said excitedly. Ichigo turned toward him and nodded before starting his work.

It could be his last night, because tonight was his last chance to prove his worth to the Boss. He was nervous and jittery, but held his feelings within himself as much as he possibly could. This time he was incredibly lucky, though, because his customer didn't think that his orange hair was unsuitable or unnatural, probably because his hair was just as odd.

The pink haired man dropped his suitcase gently and brought his thin arms up to his lab coat's collar. He impatiently weaved his long, lithe fingers around so that he undid each button neatly before tossing the now useless garment to the floor and fingered the edge of his pants before he dropped them to the floor in a mixed up pile of blue. He bent over and pecked the deceivingly innocent orangette on the lips, quickly blocking Ichigo's vision of him momentarily by a wave of color moving over his face, which ended up being his shirt that was disregarded onto the floor, still buttoned.

Ichigo gulped nervously, but wouldn't let his nerves take hold of him now. Right now he was working, and he was going to do as well as mentally possible. With his newly reinforced mind, he concentrated deeply and began his job.

A tanned, strawberry-scented arm wrapped around a pale back and pushed their bodies close as Ichigo slid off his belt, suit coat, and tie and leaned onto the rough bed. The other man vibrated a subtle moan as he bent his lean body even deeper into Ichigo. Their eyelids lowered and darkened as their mouths drew near, but before contact the orange haired man slid off a neat, white button up and pressed both bodies onto the bed on top of each other. The orangette's lips parted and his face reactively blushed, forcing a groan of appeasement from the man staring down into the darkened, brown eyes.

Their faces closed in and contacted freshly. Their mouths moved along each other slowly, luxuriously as they laid themselves out onto the bed. Soon their mouths mixed with each others and tongues moved about slyly, but after swirling for a while they unstuck from each other and the orangette repositioned his body toward the bottom of the bed, simultaneously stripping the remainder of the pink haired man's fabric from his waist with the tips of the fingers of his left hand. The orangette shifted into a position above his customer, his darkened vision slowly shifting to the upright tower before him. His elbows bent gently so his lips could graze the weeping head, and his tongue dripped from his mouth to the tip of the man's length and smoothed out the warm liquid around the rounded head, causing the pink haired man to moan gently at the smooth wave of contentment that flowed through his body. The orangette shifted his head to the side and licked warmly down the member until he reached the bottom, where he licked around the base, just as he'd learned from the night before.

He opened his mouth wide and engulfed the hardened length almost completely. His lips tensed and he began to suck, his head slowly moving backwards as he powerfully tried to pull the other man into orgasm. The other man was grunting and groaning his pleasure as the orangette worked, his groaning growing louder as they continued.

The orangette paused halfway up the stem as he heard light footsteps on the creaking floorboards of the house. Ichigo panicked inwardly, because he knew that his job included not pausing or messing up while giving the customer their pleasure. Although thankfully, this was not a time when he was going to be reprimanded for this type of mistake. The pink haired man snorted in surprise at Ichigo when he'd paused, but then realized his situation quickly. They both heard the footsteps and were paused in shock before the pink haired man realized his danger.

"Crap, my wife!" the pink haired man whispered loudly as he attempted to leap from the bed but was interrupted when he noticed that he was still in a shocked strawberry's mouth.

The heavy footsteps stopped at the door for a fraction of a second before a loud bang sounded the sad end of a rusty wooden door. Three pairs of eyes widened and shock created a frozen frame of gawking faces. "WHAT, THE, HELL!?" a surprised blue haired beast of a man shouted into the bedroom.

The two men on the bed sat up straight immediately in spite of one being stark naked. "E-erm, I was just doing my job, a-a-and–" Ichigo was cut off by a glare.

"Get outta here Pinky," Grimmjow said moodily to the pink haired man, his ocean-like eyes flaming with emotion. The startled man glared at Grimmjow momentarily before leaving behind Grimmjow swiftly. "I was going through the forest and heard some strange noises, came to see what it was. Found Szayel messing with my property." Grimmjow explained, still highly enraged and ignoring his body's tired protesting.

"Get out of my house you two! I'm done with you," Szayel complained loudly from another room. And with that Grimmjow gladly grabbed the orangette by the wrist and dragged him out of the room and to the outside.

I've gotten a bit of a block so it might be a while before I continue this story.