Renji opened, or rather tried to open, her apartment door. Why the hell was the security chain engaged?

"Hey! Eneco! What's going on?" he yelled through the crack in the door.

The door was suddenly slammed in his face. Just as he was about to unleash a barrage of choice words and phrases, he heard the clattering noise of the chain being disengaged before the door flung open. He was greeted by a dripping wet man in a towel with blue hair and lecherous grin.

"What the – "

"Hey, Eneco! Where the hell did you find a guy who looks like you?" the man asked, looking back over his shoulder.

"What? Is Renji here?" he heard her ask.

"If you're talking about a guy built like me but looks like you then yeah," the blunette answered, looking him over from head to toe.

Renji stepped back, confused and unsure. He could not tell if the Blueberry was sizing him up as a competitor or a conquest. Shuddering at the last thought, he lunged forward to hit the door and push his way into the apartment past the leering sex hound at the door. He froze in his tracks as he looked at his girlfriend wearing nothing but a matching purple bra and panty set. Her nipples were visible through the patterned lace as was the curly red hairs of her lower region. What the hell was the point? She might as well be prancing around naked.

"I thought you and I were going out tonight. Who the hell is this?" he demanded, hooking his thumb at the man who made sure to bump him as he passed.

"Him? Oh, Renji, this is my brother," she explained as the man took her into his arms with his hand a little bit too low on her back for Renji's comfort.

"Your brother? I'm supposed to believe that?" he inquired incredulously, staring at the man's long fingers that trailed over her ass.

"Grimmy stop it, you jerk," she hissed, pushing him away. "Yes, my brother. His name is Grimmjow. He's quite the sex fiend."

"That explains so much," the pissed off redheaded boyfriend growled. He glowered threateningly at the alleged brother.

"As you can see, he prefers to pretend to be my lover rather than threatening to beat up my boyfriends. Aren't you a little old for these games?" she muttered to the man holding her. She pushed on his broad chest again but he did not move.

"Oh, sis, you're never too old to play." Grimmjow slapped her on the behind hard enough to make her yelp and walked away.

"You must have a very interesting family,"Renji commented sarcastically. He winced when the man made a kissy face at him as he walked past him.

"In case you can't tell, he's nondiscriminatory. He likes it all. Nothing is off limits to him if it involves physical pleasure," she explained.

"Wow," he muttered, catching her eyes with his. "Did that include you?"

The smile faded from Eneco's face. She cleared her throat and mustered her courage to tell him the truth of the whole matter. When they were teenagers, Grimmjow's sexual exploits had included her. They had taken each other's virginity at the age of sixteen when curiosity won out over good sense. Sex became a game to them. They made wagers to see who could seduce and conquer the next virgin. The prize was always the winner's choice of sexual act with the loser so in a way, no one actually lost.

"It's not as sick as it sounds. He's not my flesh and blood brother. Don't feel too sorry for me. I was a bored, spoiled rich kid. We were both adopted along with several other kids by a millionaire. I guess Father figured he already owned everything else, why not some kids?" She lowered her eyes from Renji's and turned to walk to her bedroom.

Damn, it really did explain a lot. Renji was rooted to the floor and could not even move to go after her. He stood there blinking stupidly, unable to think or react from the shock of the disturbing revelation of part of her past.

That part of her past entered the living room, thankfully with his clothes on this time. Grimmjow looked at the stunned man. He knew what his sister had told him because he had seen this reaction from past boyfriends. Once they got over the shock, he never saw them again either. He wondered if he had made a mistake by coming here. It had been years since he had seen Eneco and he missed her. Despite acting on selfish, lustful intentions which probably damaged her psyche beyond repair, he really did love his sister in his own twisted way.

"Hey," he called to the man to gain his attention. When the redhead looked his way, his chest tightened. Damn she knew how to pick them and this one was a rare treasure indeed. Despite the growing hard-on on his jeans from the lust that blossomed in his mind, he would not mess with this guy. He would not take this one from his sister.

"What?" Renji growled, resisting the urge to rush to him and tear him limb from limb.

"She told me all about you. She cares deeply for you. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't fuck her. We ended that part of our relationship years ago. We were kids and we were stupid. Don't hold that against her now," Grimmjow said, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. He turned on the television as if to signal that since he had said his piece, the conversation was over.

Renji took a deep breath and forced himself to move. He found her lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. He could tell she had been crying due to her red, puffy eyes, and she sniffed at random intervals which caused her body to shudder slightly. Lying down next to her, he kissed her tenderly on the lips as if he were Prince Charming waking his Sleeping Beauty.

Without a word, Eneco pulled his lips back down to hers. She kissed him gently at first, slowly moving her lips across his and luxuriating in their satiny softness. When he opened his mouth inviting her to take more, she gladly responded by sliding her tongue into his mouth. His moan rocked her and caused the spark within her to flare into a consuming fire. Her tongue stroked over his tempting it to indulge in an erotic battle with hers. She turned onto her side, pressing her body against his. A squeal of delight tore from her lips when his big hand grasped her behind and pulled against the sizable bulge in his jeans. She gasped when the rough material of his jeans rubbed her through her lacey underwear causing a delicious thrill to run over body.

Renji rolled onto his back, holding her against him. He pushed his hips up, grinding into her hard enough to make her gasp again. Enjoying the sensual play, he did it again then the thought formed that he might be able to make her climax this way. So with abundant curiosity and enjoying the challenge, he set out to do just that. Grasping her by the hips to hold her down on him, he rocked his hips under her. He smiled as she lurched forward with her mouth formed into a perfect O as she omitted rhythmic little moans that coincided with the jerking of his hips.

"Renji, what are you doing?" she breathed, her face grimacing with pleasure as he pushed against her forcefully.

"Just having a little fun with you. It feels good right?" he asked, enjoying the friction of her stroking across his rigid member.

"Oh, yes," she murmured, sliding her hands under his shirt. Her fingers explored the wonderful contours of his delightful chest and abdomen as he dry humped her brains out. "You can be inside of me you know."

"Don't worry, Baby. I intend to do that do," he told her, pulling her down onto him working his hips into her vigorously.

Eneco felt the pleasure rising until finally she leaned forward, smashing her lips against his while she writhed and shook on top of him from the orgasm he had been searching for. She laid her head on his chest, panting slightly from the unexpected and pleasurable experience. The last time she had done something like this was right before she lost her virginity. After that, only the real thing would do. She moved up his body slightly so he could free himself from the confines of his denim prison. Lifting her hips slightly, she sighed with satisfaction as he guided himself into her after pushing the thin barrier of lace aside. She remained lying flat on his chest as he held her and moved himself inside of her with gentle motions of his hips beneath her.

"It feels good, Renji," she murmured, groaning when he pulled her down on top of him. It was a long slow grind that pushed her over the edge of pleasure into another orgasm.

"Can I come?" he asked, his whole body shaking beneath hers.

"Yes, I want you to," she whispered in his ear. She clenched her interior muscles around him and felt his whole body stiffen under her.

"Oh, god, Eneco," he moaned, pulling her lips to his. He kissed her as his body shuddered with wave after wave of pleasure from his quiet but intense orgasm.

Eneco lay her head back down on his chest, sighing with contentment when his arms moved back around her to hold her. She had thoroughly enjoyed the surprisingly passionate, sweet moment. It was as if their relationship had reached a new level through the intimate and emotionally stirring encounter. They were slowly getting closer to each other and working toward something. They just were not sure what yet.

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Eneco invited Ichigo and Rukia over for dinner to meet her brother. Renji of course would be there because he had not left her side except to go to work since he first met Grimmjow. He insisted he was being protective not possessive despite how many times Eneco insisted she did not need to be protected from her own brother. The two men had come to an uneasy agreement of 'don't beat my ass and I won't beat yours' with the understanding that if any sex was to be had in the apartment it would be between Eneco and Renji exclusively.

Things were surprisingly comfortable among the weird little group with their twisted connections. Grimmjow was highly amused by the situation when they confessed to how they were all linked. Ichigo was the most innocent of the group being friends with everyone and a lover of no one. But Eneco had plans to change that as soon as possible. Rukia appeared to be endlessly fascinated with the blue hair and made her way into his lap halfway through the night much to his delight. After dinner, Eneco pulled out a case of wine, opening several bottles for them to try. By the time the fourth bottle was emptied, her helpful big brother had the fantastic idea of playing spin the bottle.

"Oh, Grimmy, really!" the female redhead snapped indignantly. "We're not twelve! Hell, why don't we just play seven minutes in heaven for that matter?"

"I'd be up for it," he said, kissing the little brunette in his lap.

"No starting early! That's not fair," Renji whined.

"Sweetheart, don't whine," Eneco said, kissing his cheek. She turned to Ichigo who sat beside her blushing. "Are you okay with this?"

"Yeah. I suppose," he answered, staring at the two people on the couch across from them. His eyebrows drew together, and he appeared to be agitated.

"Would you like to leave? I'll walk you down to your car," she offered, standing up from the floor. "Renji, shoo those two off to the bedroom before they get any more indecent here in the living room. I'll be back in a minute."

Eneco kissed him briefly on the lips then she took Ichigo's hand to lead the uneasy man out of the room. They walked in silence to the elevator swinging their hands with interlocked fingers between them. She had known him for several weeks now and they had lunch together nearly every day. Looking down at their hands, she smiled. It was heartwarming yet slightly comical that their relationship had only progressed to hand holding.

"You're so sweet, Strawberry," she murmured, when they entered the elevator. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you," Ichigo answered, avoiding her eyes.

Eneco moved closer to him casually edging him into the corner of the elevator. She turned into him, pressing her body against his. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she could feel him drawing in deep breaths as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Her eyes looked into his before moving down his face over his blushed cheeks to his dark pink lips that were parted. She could see the silvery beads of sweat gathering on his upper lip while he struggled to breathe.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered, raising her eyes to his again. Her hand delicately touched his hair, her fingers tentatively pushing into the surprising softness of his untamed spikes.

"Y-yes," he stammered, closing his eyes.

How unbelievably sweet! How in the hell had this man EVER had sex before? Eneco knew he was not a virgin; she was not deluded or stupid. But it was shocking how he seemed terrified of the whole prospect. The possibility of a simple kiss had turned him into a quivery mass of manliness. She stood on her tiptoes to peck him on the lips.

"How's that?" She chuckled when his lips turned to a lopsided grin.

"Can I have another one?"

"No," she answered bluntly. His face dropped into a disappointed scowl and she almost giggled. "You kiss me."

Ichigo took her by the hand when the elevator doors opened leading her to his car. He smiled at her, turning her with her back pressed against his car. She would be glad he did that very soon. He slid one hand behind her neck, cradling the back of her head. The other hand settled on her waist as he moved forward to her.

Eneco held her breath as his lips gently pressed against hers. She sighed, twisting her fingers into his shirt when his lips tenderly moved across hers. He broke contact and she was afraid it was over but he immediately brought his mouth back to hers. He did that a few more times before kissing her in earnest. His lips parted slightly and his tongue cautiously probed the small space between her lips. She pulled him into her tighter as she opened her mouth to invite him to taste her. Her knees weakened when he pressed her into the car while investigating her mouth with sensuous curiosity.

"Oh, Ichigo," she whispered, when he pulled back from her.

"Want another?"

Eneco nodded leaning toward him. She could kiss him all night but would have to settle for just one more. She also did not want to push him any further for fear of scaring the sexually skittish man away. After telling him good night and confirming their lunch date for the next day, she returned to her apartment. It sounded like cats in heat when she entered her apartment. Plugging her ears with her fingers, she went to her bedroom.

Renji lay completely naked and passed out cold in the middle of the bed. She smiled, giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Good night, lover. There's always tomorrow."