"Oi Ichi! Look at this!" Ichigo paused mid chew to peek at the paper Shinji had laid out in front of him.

Ichigo choked on his food and covered his mouth as to not spit it out.

Karakura Times

Headlines!

Grimmjow Jaegarjaques (24) was seen holding hands an unnamed orange haired individual last night in front of an ice cream stand before leaving for the fireworks viewing in Karakura Park. The elusive billionaire son of Sousuke Aizen (46) was unable to be reached for comment. Journalists are currently investigating to find who the mystery lover may be. Furthermore. . ."

Ichigo shook his head and pushed the paper away, and Shinji stopped reading, an amused smirk on his face. "Shiro-niisan isn't happy that you've started dating someone. He's been drinking more recently."

Ichigo picked up his cup and snorted. "I find it funny that you call him niisan when he's younger than you."

Shinji shrugged, "what can I say, he's tall, intimidating, and scary looking. He makes me feel like a child so it seems only respectful I call him niisan. He doesn't seem to care anyway."

Ichigo shrugged as well and took a sip before eating again. "D'you think he'll call you again today?"

Ichigo blushed furiously. "Actually, he already called me today."

"Ooh~ Details?"

Ichigo took another sip, "he invited us to his club tonight for some special event."

"Us?" Shinji echoed.

"Yeah, he said something about bringing you along so I wouldn't be uncomfortable or bored being stuck with him all night. "I do have a club to run as well." Or something." Ichigo finished with air quotations.

Shinji laughed in triumph. "Ha! More clubbing! When are we leaving?" He glanced at the clock which read 15:57.

Ichigo blushed again and Shinji licked his lips. "Don't tell me he's doing something crazy like sending a limo to the house to drive us there."

Ichigo groaned in mortification while Shinji cracked up. "This guy! What time is he coming?"

Ichigo, who had buried his face in his hands, responded, "Six-thirty."

Shinji gasped. Ichigo felt his arm tugged harshly as he was forced to stand. "Come on! We don't have much time!"

Ichigo groaned as Shinji got into his mood. "We've got two and a half hours."

"That's barely enough time! I have to get ready and you have to look perfect for the guy who's head over heels for you!"

He knew better than to fight his brother, he would only regret it in the end.

The time read 6:27 and Shinji was tapping his foot impatiently while Ichigo was still upstairs. "I swear if you make me come up there!" He shouted threateningly.

Two seconds later the orangette stepped around the corner into the genkan and Shinji smirked in triumph. He had decided to put some serious clubbing attire on the both of them and he was immediately pleased with Ichigo's look. He wore tight purple plaid jeans with chains and loose belts and a sleeveless hooded leather jacket. Shinji could tell he didn't have a tank on underneath.

"Planning on getting some tonight?" Shinji asked humorously.

"No!" Ichigo blushed. "My jacket is too tight so I couldn't get an undershirt on."

Shinji laughed and toyed with the button on Ichigo's jeans. "Then why are you going commando today?"

"My jeans are too tight! Everything you picked is too tight!" Ichigo complained.

Shinji shook his head and opened the front door and just the the clock changed to six-thirty, a sleek black limo pulled up to the curb. "That man is impeccable." Shinji muttered.

They stepped out of the front door and locked it behind them before they walked toward the limo. A skinny man with long blonde hair stepped out of the driver side and moved to open the door for them.

"My name is Yylfordt and I shall escort you safely to Sexta Rey." The two brothers nodded and entered the limousine. Yylfordt closed the door and returned to the driver seat, pulling up the privacy screen and started off toward the exclusive club.

Shinji leaned into Ichigo's side and sighed contentedly. "I love you Ichi, more than he ever will. You can never leave me."

Ichigo snorted but put an arm around his cuddly brother. "I don't know Grimmjow and he doesn't know me well enough to love me. And besides, I won't leave you, you're my brother and that will never change."

In the front, Yylfordt tightened his grip on the steering wheel at hearing that confession.

The drive wasn't very long and they pulled up to the front of the club where the bright spotlights and neon lights shone brightly. Yylfordt got out the car and opened the door for them, all the people in the long line in front of the club looked at them as they stepped out of the limo. Shinji wasn't fazed and strutted like he was king of the world as Shawlong came to retrieve them. Ichigo smiled and shook his head at his brother's attitude and followed behind him and Shawlong. They walked down the entrance to the doors where people were being carded and let in or turned away. People stared as they passed, and gossiped about it, wondering who the two common looking young men who didn't wear any expensive looking clothes or jewelry were walking in the club with the owner's secretary.

The bass vibrated the air and the routine chatter and music was deafening. They were instructed to follow Shawlong and he led them to a secluded table raised on a platform with stairs. "I shall return shortly to check upon you. The boss will be down when he is able." The tall man nodded and left.

Shinji leaned on Ichigo and the orangette put his arm around the blond, his hand rested on a bony hip.

"I don't suppose you want to dance?" Shinji questioned.

"Not now, but I do have to pee. Do you mind waiting here until I come back? I'm sure Grimmjow has people watching us and no one will bother you."

Shinji sighed and nodded. Ichigo kissed his cheek and got up for the bathroom. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes watched him walk away, leaving his back unguarded and his cute brother for the taking.

Ichigo splashed his face with a little water as soon as he got to the bathroom. He had a weird feeling since he entered the club and it was tearing at him. He didn't want to bring down Shinji's good mood so he felt it best to keep his ill feeling to himself. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Another splash of water later and he was wiping his face with a paper towel and exiting the bathroom.

He made his way back to Shinji and his heart dropped to see someone messing with the blonde. He had his arms crossed his face twisted with annoyance and the man said something that caused the blonde's face flush in anger. He hurried back to the table, people that were in his way no longer in his way as he passed. He reached the platform quickly and called out to his blonde brother.

The man talking to the blonde turned at his voice. His long black hair flowed like silk as his head turned and the creepy smile on his face turned into a sneer as he came close. He wondered for a moment who exactly this man was and if it was a good idea to confront him.

"Who the hell are you?" Ichigo glared.

"I could ask tha same shortie. Yer interruptin' ma time here wit' blondie." The man responded.

"Go find your time with someone else. He's not available."

"Oh? An' who are ya ta make his decisions?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"Ichi...just let it go.." Ichigo's chocolate eyes turned to his brother's pensive look and raised hands and he turned back to the man with fire in his eyes.

"What the hell did you do to my brother?" Ichigo growled.

The man grabbed the front of Ichigo's shirt and lifted him from the ground. "I'll kill ya. Don't even-"

"Nnoi!" The man tensed and Ichigo looked over his shoulder at the blunet stalking toward them. Nnoi sucked his teeth and dropped Ichigo. Grimmjow came around and pulled Ichigo close by his waist. "The fuck you doing here?"

"Che' I was lookin' fer you. Got some info."

Grimmjow waved his hand. "Tell Shawlong or tell me about it later."

"Whatever." Nnoi shot a look back to Shinji, "see ya around, Blondie."

Ichigo frowned as the tall raven brushed by. "Come Nnoitora-sama." Shawlong bowed and Ichigo's frown deepened.

Grimmjow watched the orangette and pulled his cheek. "What's with that face?"

"Who was that?" Ichigo crossed his arms in frustration.

Grimmjow gave a short laugh, "that was my brother Nnoitora. He can be a real ass I know."

Ichigo looked back at Shinji who was staring at the table, head bent, eyes covered by blond bangs. He jolted as if he just noticed he was still sitting there and fled from Grimmjow's embrace to go to Shinji. He put an arm around the blonde and spoke to him softly, lips pressed right against his hair, lips moving in words and for a moment Grimmjow felt stabbing jealousy run through him. He shook his head and crossed his arms. He was being ridiculous about it. They were brothers, maybe not biologically but still there was no way, was there?

He took a seat and ushered for a brandy on the rocks and a cigarette when he remembered what he had promised Ichigo. "Fuck." He ran a hand through his wildly tame hair and sighed. He was going to have grey hairs soon if he continued as he was.

He brushed the cigarette away when it was offered and downed the brandy in one gulp. The bass from the music pounded through his bones and he inhaled sharply when a hand landed on his arm. "Grimmjow?"

Cerulean orbs peered at chocolate brown and Ichigo smiled, "you look like you're ready to kill someone."

"Ichi, I'll be back." Shinji smiled away his brother's worried look, "toilet."

Ichigo nodded and watched his brother leave. "You were saying?" He turned his attention back to Grimmjow.

"You took away my smokes so the stress is killin' me." Grimmjow smirked.

Ichigo leaned forward and pressed his lips to Grimmjow's cheek, close to the corner of his mouth and pulled back with a blush. "If you don't think about it, then it makes it easier."

Grimmjow blinked in surprise before pulling Ichigo in for a real kiss. He pulled away with a lick to the orangette's lips and grinned. "Take responsibility and replace my cigs then."

Ichigo snorted and pulled back, "idiot, don't expect things like that."

Shinji sighed as he leaned on a wall near the emergency exit. He wasn't expecting to see Nnoitora again, not after how they had broken it off. He let out a light laugh and sighed. His heart was still pounding.

"Ya know blondie," Shinji's head shot up at the voice, "ya never played hide and seek well."

Shinji blushed as Nnoi put out his cigarette, the exit sign serving as the only illumination. "I wasn't hiding."

His throat went dry as Nnoitora leaned over him, his arms on both sides of his head, black hair on his cheeks like a waterfall. "I missed ya, I was always thinkin' about ya."

Shinji swallowed and put his arms around Nnoitora, "I hate this Nnoi! Why did you have to come here? I tried so hard to erase you from my life after the accident. Why did your stupid brother have to go and fuck things up?"

Nnoitora frowned and pulled Shinji closer. "It's not so dangerous anymore. I hated havin' ta give ya up, Shin. We can be together again. We got tired of waitin'."

Nnoitora pulled Shinji into a fierce kiss. "Sometimes, I really hate you." Shinji breathed.

"Come home with me tonight." Nnoitora kissed him deeply and his hands roamed the body he'd been missing. "And show me how much you hate me."

"'Kay."

Grimmjow was struggling severely. Ichigo had pulled him out to dance and his raging erection wouldn't be able to take much more of the grinding and sexual temptation. Ichigo seemed to be oblivious of what he was doing but Grimmjow was sure he would need another drink.

Ichigo started to down shot after shot after Shinji texted him and told him to go home without him, he would be staying with a friend he met at the club.

"Ichi, you need to stop drinking." Grimmjow sighed.

"Ah but it pisses me off!" Ichigo giggled. "Who does Shin have to go home with? He never goes nowhere."

"Look at you, you're not talking properly." Grimmjow sighed. "Is that what you're worried for?"

Ichigo nodded miserably.

"Ah, it's not that serious, do you want me to send Shawlong to see who he's with?"

"I'm not thaat clingy Grimm." Ichigo slurred. "Haha Grimm, like the Grim Reaper, do you kill people and eat their souls, Grimm?"

"I think you've had enough to drink," Grimmjow took the shot of vodka from the orangette's hands and said orangette pouted.

"That's okay, I think vodka is gross anyway."

Grimmjow shook his head and waved for another glass of brandy, that was until he was being thoroughly kissed by one drunk orangette.

He was shocked when Ichigo's tongue pushed past his lips and his body shivered. He fought back with determination and embraced the taste of vodka. Their lips broke apart and Ichigo smirked. "You're a good kisser Grimmy, I think I might like you."

Grimmjow smirked and pulled Ichigo from the table. The orangette stumbled and tried to keep up with the blunet dragging him along.

"Where are we going?" Ichigo questioned as Grimmjow pulled him to an elevator.

"Well," Grimmjow pushed Ichigo into the open elevator and trapped his hands above his head. "If I'm going to ravish you properly, I'm going to ravish you in the privacy of my room."

Ichigo took in Grimmjow's smirk and smirked back. It was only right of course, as their lips met again with the closing of the elevator doors. After all, their bodies already knew the taste of one another.