Superstar!

Chapter Seven – Blood

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money off of this fanfiction. Please enjoy responsibly, and do not try in your own home. ;D

Warnings: Child abuse. Lemon.

AN: Some peoples guesses were right! : D Yeah when I started to write Ulqy's part it really wasn't the usual POV I use. Ah well it works right? Oh and there's some shameless promoting of one of my fave crack couples. ;3

Note: I guess not everyone knows this. Muscle bear is a type of gay man who is buff [takes pride in his body] and isn't the type of nancy boys that seem to be so popular. They let their body be all hairy and natural. I guess the best way to describe them would be the stereotypical leatherclad motorcyclist who looks like some sort of hells angel. :]

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Part One: Ulquiorra

It's nice to know that Kensei has some fucking brains, and having them clean up my blood in a safe manner, made me feel a lot better, so when I ended up in the hospital bed, waiting for my real doctor to come I really didn't worry so much about my blood infecting unsuspecting others.

However, due to my over concern, and my blacking out, I have the other band members standing around my bed giving me rather concerned dirty looks.

I haven't exactly lied to them, I just omitted the less savoury facts about me. The facts that would have them treating me like a dying person, the facts where they would be scared to touch me too much, for fear IT would pass.

I fucking hate when people find out.

I guess right now, I don't really have a choice.

The door is closed to the private room, affording some measure of privacy.

"So what is it? Why did you faint and why can't I fucking touch yer blood?" Grimmjow growls.

I look over to him, as calm and composed as possible in a hospital gown, sitting upright in the bed.

"I had a bad reaction to my meds."

I know from the shared looks that my answer is not sufficient, and I feel a sense of loss, when I consider my next words.

"Cut the bullshit." Shuuhei adds in.

My hands grasp the rough hospital bedding, as I look at them gathered at the end of my bed, looking so expectant.

Will they reject me once I tell them the truth?

When I was first diagnosed, and I told my friends there were some who outrightly rejected me.

This band has been my life, and now, to have it so precariously balanced on the edge of a thin sliver of really, unimportant information, is really pitiful.

I really wish I could call my lover, but I don't want my private and work life to mix that entirely.

Shit, I didn't want them to mix at all.

Guess I should get it over with.

I could lie about what I have, but I just am not that type of person to do so.

"I have HIV."

There.

Said it.

I wait for their reaction.

They all look a little dumbfounded, and Grimmjows expression shows some disgust.

However, Shuuhei and Kensei share a look, before, with a snort, Kensei replies. "That it?"

That it?

I don't really have time to let Kensei's answer sink in, because the door to my hospital room is unceremoniously slammed open, and my lover is standing there panting, as if he has just run a marathon.

Part Two: Shuuhei

Shuuhei had decided that today would be one of 'those' days about the time Ulquiorra banged his head against the drum and passed out.

He realized he should have known it would be one of 'those' days when he missed his train, and ended up missing his connection, thus arriving fifteen minutes later than he wanted to, or having two unnecessarily slow people in front of him and no way to pass them.

Plus, when his coffee spilt all over his pants, he really should have clued in.

But no, that came later on in the day, after a change of pants, an icepack, and a disrupted session.

However, he did not realize to what extent 'those' fell under. There are 'those' days that are actually rather mild, and on reflection, weren't actually that bad. On the other end of the scale, there are 'those' days where you know that it was so shitty, you will never be the same again afterwards.

This day, was nearing the 'so shitty you will never be the same again afterwards' scale, especially when Ulquiorra, the man who he had least suspected of even being able to spread his legs, admitted to having HIV.

It made him realize that Ulquiorra had an entire past that he never talked about, hell, Ulquiorra really never divulged much of himself at all, other than starting this band and being a real task master when they started to lose focus. Which was a good thing.

Really.

However, the fact that Ulquiorra had HIV had barely been able to sink in, when the door slammed open and a large Mexican wearing a tasteful pink hibiscus shirt, and apron conveying the Yummy Yummy Noodle! Logo appeared.

With determined steps, the man crossed the room, and, with an unexpected tenderness, brushed his hand against Ulquiorra's forehead.

"Who the fuck are you?" Grimmjow barked out, clearly displeased at all the shit that was going down.

After making sure that Ulquiorra was ok, the man straightened up, and looked directly at all of them.

"Sado Yasutora." His voice was deep. "Ulquiorra's lover."

What the shit fuck. Shuuhei thought briefly, followed by, Ulquiorra has a lover? And it's a large muscle bear Mexican that looks like he crushes small puppies for pleasure on the weekend?

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Kensei managed to shout. Actually, Kensei looked rather traumatized. "You were boning after some woman when I ate at your booth!"

"Ah actually that's." Ulquiorra began, before stopping.

"He was! You gotta believe me!" Kensei replied with earnestly, in a rather warming manner with how strongly he wanted to protect Ulquiorra's dignity.

"You really are a fool Kensei that was me." Ulquiorra finished quietly, with a rather resigned tone in his voice.

A pin could have dropped into the room with the extent of the silence sweeping across them.

"But… you're not a woman." Kensei stupidly replied.

With a sigh, Ulquiorra lifted his hand, and brushed some hair out of his face, "Since my personal life seems to be today's hot topic, I happen to also enjoy cross dressing on my days off. It's a great disguise and nothing beats the feel of how my legs feel in a nice pair of high heels."

Shuuhei felt some amusement from Grimmjows expression, it was as if he was trying to form words but was unable to make any sound come out.

While he did feel a little shocked that Ulquiorra had been leading a rather scandalous life, hitherto unsuspected, he didn't feel totally butt fucked about it all.

In fact, looking at Ulquiorra and Sado Yasutora, Shuuhei half wondered why he hadn't previously suspected all this of him before. Wasn't there that saying that it's always the quiet ones?

In a way, Shuuhei felt a little jealous that Ulquiorra had more of a life than he had. Someone to love and hold, to be able to fully trust.

Something he thought he had, until it came about he was with a serial man whore.

Not that he could really say much about it now, since he had pretty much become the same thing.

"If you have any issues with me, I would like to know now," Ulquiorra added quietly, "Because I sure as hell am not going to change for anyone."

Looking at the strength in the pale face of his band mate, Shuuhei nodded, "I don't have a fucking issue with you."

Plus, that muscle bear right behind you looks like he might kill me in my sleep if I ever hurt you, Shuuhei thought.

Kensei managed a nod, despite his mouth being still open in shock.

The eyes riveted to Grimmjow, who looked as if he had just stumbled across a bunch of maggots in his favorite set of shoes.

"Ne Grimmkun, do you have a problem?" Ulquiorra asked with a hint of humour.

Blue eyes swivelled around the room, quickly assessing the situation. Grimmjow might be a total jackass at times but that didn't necessarily mean he was an idiot.

"Shit, I'm gonna need a drink." He finally muttered, before storming out of the room.

"He'll come around." Shuuhei offered, while Kensei managed to shut his mouth and nod.

The green eyes were riveted on him, unreadable as always, and Shuuhei wondered vaguely how the hell Ulquiorra managed to hook up with Sado Yasutora. "I guess we should leave now, let you get things sorted….Ne, Muguchan."

Kensei gave another nod, before meekly following Shuuhei out.

"I didn't know when I told the receptionist to call Ulquiorras emergency contact number that would be result," Kensei muttered finally, as they exited the sliding doors.

"I guess." Shuuhei replied.

"Hey you know, I'm going to go walk for a bit…" Kensei muttered, "I need to get my head around this."

Shuuhei nodded, and watched him stalk off, before reaching into his pocket and taking out his ipod.

Sticking the earphones in, he pressed play, and nearly jumped out of his skin as hard drums started up, with deathlike screaming.

Turning it down, he stared at the screen his mind taking a moment trying to comprehend what the hell was wrong with his ipod.

Dir en what? Machiwatwat?

As far as he could tell, this was for sure no Masako Mori.

Flipping, the next song had bright bubbly girls singing about rottaras. Bueno?

He quickly went to the artist selection, frowning in concentration. Had someone abducted his ipod to mindfuck with him?

He looked at the playlists and wondered why they were labelled differently and not in his specific order that he took so much pride in.

Perhaps…

Oh.

Right.

Renji.

He must have grabbed the wrong ipod. Both of them were black, funny how it never occurred to him that this situation would happen. Shit, today just wasn't his day, listening to crap like the Gazette and Dir en Grey and whatever the hell noisy shit was happening on this ipod.

Was it too much to ask on a day like this to be enchanted by the sweet warblings of Oizumi Itsuro? Goro Kagami? Or even, if push comes to shove, some light classical music from Europe?

He happened to write some of his best lyrics listening to peaceful enka, and then transforming it to how he wanted it to.

Biting his lip, he found that the group seemed to be emulating some of these popular bands that seemed to be on this ipod, no doubt due to the other band members input.

Getting onto the train towards Renji's place, Shuuhei felt more and more paranoid about his music listening to what he knew would be his competitors.

Were they sounding too generic?

Would people mistake them for Shenky Guns? [for that was what was currently playing]

For sure they wouldn't get mistaken for this Morning Musume stuff, a band he had sort of heard about, but completely ignored in favour for the much awaited Hiroshi Itsuki CD, and now, he had been looking forward to Saburo Kajima's new release.

Getting off the train he entered the station, trying to remember the right exit. Odakyu… was right there. Seeing the shop, he decided that since it looked familiar he would go out that way, [although since it was a rather popular chain it didn't really guarantee that he was leaving out the right entrance].

He remembered some of the shops from when he went to buy food, and walking along, his eyes fell to the bakery.

Pressing the buzzer, he suddenly wondered why he came; there was no way that Renji would be home now, probably still at work.

Or out swindling Rukia, bastard.

With a growl, Shuuhei entered the bakery, and bought some bread deciding to wait it out. He really had nothing better to do today, and listening to his competitor music was giving him a bit of an edge.

Shuuhei found himself pressing repeat on one song, the beginning with simple violin was setting ideas off in his head, and after a few listens he found himself humming along [in between bites of bread].

Finishing his meal, he realized he was thirsty, glancing down the street he spotted a small convenience store, and wandered down to it.

Entering, he walked towards the drinks and stared at them for a bit, before settling on strawberry milk. Shameful to admit, but he fucking loved the stuff and whenever it would totally fuck up his image he bought the stuff. Deciding to kill some time, he began to browse the aisles, glancing at the magazines, the porn placed prominently beside the shonen jump, and neither of them interesting him at all.

Looking down some more of the aisle, the condoms caught his attention. Should he? Would he?

Hmm well, to be honest he was running low on condoms and now was as good a time as any to go buy some, he thought as he picked up a package. Deciding to make it golden, he picked up a small vial of lube, and some lip balm.

Finished with shopping he shuffled towards the alert looking desk clerk, who greeted him, and rang through everything in a quick efficient manner.

Taking the bag, Shuuhei turned around and saw a flash of familiar red hair just outside the store.

Speeding up, he exited the store and locked his gaze upon Renji.

"Oi! Abarai!" he called out, causing the taller man to stop.

Turning, Renji's eyes widened as he realized who had called him. "Hisagi?"

"You have my ipod." Shuuhei said as he caught up.

Renji frowned, "No, you have my ipod. What the fuck is up with all that enka? I was falling asleep."

"What the fuck was up with your music? So loud you can't think." Shuuhei shot back.

Renji smirked, "Yeah? Then what about the music your band makes? That's some pretty loud shit right there."

"But strip it away and they're all just fucking enka songs." Shuuhei growled.

Glowering at each other for a moment, Renji finally looked away to unlock the gate to his apartment.

Walking up the stairs after Renji, Shuuhei wondered why he felt as if his real shitty day had taken an upturn. Was he really just some sadist who found infinite pleasure in teasing Renji mercilessly?

Entering the familiar apartment, Shuuhei took his shoes off, and wandered into the living room as if he had been invited in, earning a rather poisonous glare from Renji.

"What the fuck are you doing? I didn't invite you in, I was just gonna give you back your ipod."

"Eeeeh I'm tired." Shuuhei replied, stretching, and plopping the bag on the table.

"Go fucking sleep at your own place then, I'm not some hotel. Shit, it's like 7 pm its too late to deal with this stuff."

"Too late? Hell when do you go to bed Renren?" Shuuhei replied.

"Shit, you'll only make fun of me." Renji replied, as he sat down at the edge of the couch and tossed Shuuhei's ipod at his head.

"Eh? Ow fuck bastard. Is it that embarrassing?" Shuuhei asked with some added interest, rubbing his chin where the ipod had hit.

Not replying, Renji leaned forward, and looked into the bag. "What the fuck are you planning you sick fuck? Strawberry milk and condoms?"

"Eeeeeeeh," came the noncommittal reply, "Hand over the milk."

"I'm not your friggen maid," Renji replied, however he still handed over the milk.

Opening it, Shuuhei took a swig, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. "So you still a dishonest fucker?"

Renji bristled, "No I'm fucking not you asshole, I told Rukia straight up yesterday."

Choking on his milk, Shuuhei's eyes bugged out, and coughing he managed to get the milk down the proper way. "What? You actually told her and aren't some prick?"

"I'm not a fucking prick." Renji glowered, "I know when I'm lying to myself and I'm not stupid enough to keep doing it. I like men, that's all there is to it, and stop looking as if Christmas has come early you horny bastard."

Quickly sitting up, Shuuhei finished the rest of his milk, before setting it on the table. "You're seriously not fucking with me? You've actually just come out?"

Flushing lightly at the interrogation Renji nodded.

"So do you know where to go, what to do, how to actually properly trick?" Shuuhei asked.

Blankly Renji stared back. "What?"

Breathing heavily through his nose, Shuuhei counted to ten, "Don't you have any gay friends to teach you the basics?"

This time Renji's cheeks went really red before he muttered, "Uh, Ichigo?"

Shuuhei snorted. "Ichigo? Ichigo? Even you sound dubious on that front."

"Well what the hell am I supposed to do?" Renji growled.

"Since some of this is my fault, I guess I can teach you how to be a properly gay man." Shuuhei replied.

"Oh?" Renji replied suspiciously, "It is your fault, I was a perfectly content closet case before you came along and took my virginity."

"I know I know, you keep harping on about it."

"So what do I have to learn?"

"Well I think a good start would be you coming a little closer and stop treating me like the plague."

With a glare, Renji sat down properly on the couch, however he still kept a fair distance between them.

"I guess the first step is to know that even though you cant have babies you should always wear a fucking condom whilst fucking." Shuuhei began. "As you see, I have bought myself some condoms because I plan to do lots of fucking in the future."

"Always?" Renji grumbled.

"Always, the only exception is when you're in a completely monogamous relationship, and have had each other tested for HIV. If you're in an open relationship you should make sure the other partner wears condoms all the time for protection if you really are stupid enough to go bareback."

"Fine.. I guess. But what about oral?"

"Oral is a little stupid to do since HIV is in semen, I don't really recommend it."

"Shit you make sex sound like a totalitarian regime."

Eyes narrowed, Shuuhei shifted his body closer to Renji, "Well you don't have to follow what I say. I don't really fucking care if you get genital warts, HIV and gonorrhoea. Look up STI's, see what joy those are before you start bitching to me about condoms."

"Fine. What else do I need to know?"

"Well figure out if you're top or bottom. And be fucking careful with your drinks if you don't want to end up randomly in bed with someone you barely know since you keep fucking bitching about it. I also mean keep your drink in hand so bastards don't slip drugs in it to date rape you."

"You're not making the gay scene sound so great."

"Better to be fucking on your toes, because there are always bastards out there to ruin a good thing." Came the gritted response. "But I'll take you clubbing down in Roppongi, and show you some places. Any questions?"

"Uhm yeah.. erm the second point you sort of skimmed over, how do I figure if I'm top or bottom? You know when we did it I was sort of drunk and uhm… I don't really remember anything other than waking up with my ass hurting."

"Really? You didn't seem that drunk when we went to the hotel and you really seemed to enjoy it…" came the surprised response.

"Uh well so like how do I find someone to teach me that side of it?" Renji muttered blushing furiously as he stared rather harshly down at his hands as if they might be able to provide the answers to his deeply burning questions.

"Internet for general information and I guess you could ask someone you trust for the rest."

Fidgeting, Renji grumbled, "I don't know anyone really but you."

"Then go out and make some fucking friends."

If possible Renji seemed to turn an even deeper crimson, "I mean uhm can't you uhm uh and I uh.. you know.. can't you teach me fully?"

"Me?" Shuuhei's voice was genuinely surprised. In a way he was, so far he had reckoned he had become Renji's worst nightmare, and to have the attractive redhead attempt to proposition him felt a little like a punch in the gut. Renji could have pretty much any man he wanted, and to be asked to… Except Renji didn't yet know he could have any man he wanted, right now he was a fledgling gay man who didn't know what the hell he was doing, and would be mortified to go up to someone and ask them to teach him things. Which meant that he was making a rather logical Renji choice.

"You know you don't need to be learning things that fast." Came the cautious response, "actually you don't have to have sex at all, you could wait until you've met someone you trust and then learn with them. No need to be a man whore all the way ya know."

"But what about you?" Renji's voice came out sort of strangled, "How did you learn?"

"Uhm porn, and fucking around with Mugu chan, but nothing really serious till I got my first boyfriend."

Renji's eyes nearly popped out, "Wait, you were doing the dirty with your cousin!?"

"What else are the two horny gay boys supposed to do in a small fishing village?" came the response. "Plus, we're like second cousins, jeez."

"So you mean all those bad jokes are right about Hokkaido where everyone is inbred?" Renji gasped.

"Oh my god, not really." Shuuhei sputtered, before he began to laugh.

"Hey! Stop laughing!"

Renji's comment only seemed to further Shuuhei's mirth.

"Really! Stop it!" Renji smacked Shuuhei's shoulder.

"Ow ow, ok I'll stop." Came the gasp. After a few moments to compose himself, Shuuhei managed to stop laughing. "Alright I'm fine now."

"Why can you fuck around with your cousin and I have to wait?" came the sulky response.

"You don't have to wait, I was just giving you a heads up." Shuuhei responded. "But if you really want me to I can."

"Yes I want you to, you seem to know what you're doing and actually seem pretty cautious."

With a grin, Shuuhei nodded, "Alright since you're so insistent. This will happen when we can, it won't happen all overnight and I doubt we'll get pretty far."

"Why not?" Renji's eyes narrowed, "We've already gone all the way before."

"Hmm but I need to instruct you. Where's one of those porn video rental stores around here? I'll need to go there and pick up some learning materials."

"Uh." Renji flushed, "Learning materials?"

"Yeah, just so you can get the basics. We can go out together and you can get us some food, while I get what we need."

"But we already have the condoms here."

"Yeah but we also need fucking food. Trust me on this one ok?"

Part Three: Renji

He wasn't really sure what he had gotten himself into, but really asking Shuuhei seemed to be the most logical choice. Plus, it helped him out with another problem, it would get the man out of his system, especially with all the wet dreams he kept having starring him. Once they had fucked and said farewell he would be Shuuheiless in all aspects and Renji was seriously looking forward to that. He felt really lame being obsessed with him, hell he had even bought all of the bands CD's just so he could jerk off to Shuuhei's voice.

Not that he would ever in a million billion years ever admit to that.

For food, Renji got some pike, with French bread and some sort of foreign dip.

The bag was relatively light, and he waited feeling rather suspicious outside the store.

Shuuhei said that he would meet him outside the food store, and Renji looked towards the direction Shuuhei would be coming from.

What sort of video would Shuuhei take out?

Renji had always been way too embarrassed to approach any store like that, so he wasn't really sure what things were in there.

Would Shuuhei really teach him or was he just jerking his chain?

Before the worrisome thoughts could build up too much, Shuuhei appeared, nondescript plastic bag in hand carrying the porn.

"What did you get?"

Renji opened the bag and showed Shuuhei the food.

"Whaat? No beer and icecream?" came the exclamation. "Here hold this."

Not waiting for a response, Shuuhei shoved his bag at Renji, before entering the store.

Feeling like an idiot standing there, Renji looked back into the store hoping that Shuuhei wouldn't take so long. He was sort of regretting acting so rashly, he didn't realize Shuuhei would take the task so seriously. He was half afraid to look into the bag to see the porn Shuuhei had gotten. It wasn't anything super weird was it?

To be honest the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he didn't really know Shuuhei at all.

Like why would Shuuhei know how to make an omelette and spurt ketchup on it like those maids do? Granted, he only went to a maid café once, on a mission set by Kisuke for god knows what type of reason.

However, Shuuhei really did seem to know what he wanted to learn about.

"Here, I hope you like sakura icecream, because that's what I got." Shuuhei's breathless voice unexpectedly spoke from behind causing Renji to jump a little.

"That was quick."

"Course. I got some corrupting I gotta do."

"So keen." Renji muttered as they began to walk back to his apartment.

"You would be too if you were in my shoes, I got a whole lot of perverted stuff to see what you're really into-"

"Don't talk so loudly!!!" Renji gasped, as he nervously looked around them hoping that no one would overhear their conversation. "I don't want everyone in my neighbourhood to know what we're doing!!"

There was a grin in reply.

Part Four: Grimmjow (This be where the serious warning kicks in yo)

He didn't know what to think.

HIV? Ulquiorra? That stick in the mud? Kensei and Shuuhei seemed to take it in stride, but…
Shit, if he had touched that blood he would have really been in trouble, came the dark thought.
He wasn't really sure where he was going, until he found himself standing out side Urahara shoten, really wanting to go see that irritating orange haired kid.
Would he be in? Pushing the doors open, he found his mood sink when he saw the tall redhead, Rukia's fiancé or whatever.
"Can I help you?" Renji asked.
"No… where's that orange haired kid?"
"It's his day off," had been the response.
"Oh." Mood extra soured, Grimmjow had left the store, and continued to walk. Perhaps that drink he had mentioned getting would be a good idea.

Why had he even bothered to go looking for that kid anyway?

It's not like they had much in common, except, whenever he saw that kid a weird feeling came over him, a sort of calming yearning, something he hadn't ever felt before.
Which was strange, since he wasn't really looking for any real relationship, hell, he was too dirty for any real relationship, plus, he wasn't even sure how a 'real' relationship should work. But it hadn't helped the strange twist in his stomach as he watched the clear lines of devotion between Ulquiorra and his boytoy. Sure Ulquiorra may be screwed over with HIV, but at least he had someone to be screwed over with, maybe that was why he went off in searching for Ichigo… since Ichigo was his current obsession, he had sort of linked things up like that.

Ichigo would be a far faded memory once he gives in and gets bedded, came the reassuring thought.

Real relationships were hard to come by, most of the world just had transient ones, ones where the physical needs were met before getting bored.

Aizen had taught him that, Aizen his adoptive father.

Grimmjow didn't know a thing about his real blood relatives, and to be honest he didn't give a shit about them. Since they had left him for dead at some shitty orphanage, he didn't see any reason why they should play any part of his life.

He had vague memories of playing with children, being happy, not knowing any better, although he knew he wasn't normal – none of the orphans were 'normal' not in the common sense.
But he didn't care, the workers were his parental figures, and he wasn't treated too bad.
Sure, it hurt like hell when his best friend got adopted and lost touch, but otherwise, it was alright.

It was the day Aizen came, his cold brown eyes watching him and the other kids play in the yard, did Grimmjow think that maybe something was going to change.
He was sullen ever since his best friend went away, especially since he hadn't received any word from them – and it had been over three months. It meant that he had become a bit of a trouble maker, taking his bad mood out on everyone.

When prospective parents came he didn't even pretend to be pleasant, so he was surprised when he got called into the 'meeting room' to meet this strange man. He wasn't the first choice for any parent, and scowling he had already made up his mind that this man wouldn't want him.

"Wacha want?"

He was combative, bristling ready to go, however the man didn't take the bait, instead he looked at him with cold hungry eyes, and after ten minutes of a rather unsuccessful meeting, proclaimed that 'Yes, he would do.'

Do? Do what?

However, despite all of his bad manners, Grimmjow felt elated that someone wanted to adopt him, it would show Keigo up for sure.

Plus, Aizen was pretty cool, Grimmjow felt himself warming up to this man, his eight year old mind quickly succumbing to Aizens influence.

It also helped a lot, that Aizen was stinking rich, and lived in a large house, making Grimmjow cockier than ever.

Settling in, he met all of his uncles, and aunts, people who visited Aizen, and worked with Aizen in the mysterious adult world that Grimmjow didn't really care about.

In return for being a good boy, Grimmjow was sent to a better school, one of those elite ones, where kids compare backgrounds before deciding whether someone would make an acceptable friend or not.

Due to Grimmjow's loud devil may care attitude, and influential father, he became rather popular despite him being adopted.

However, his marks weren't that good. He wasn't really into all of the academic work, and that served to piss off Aizen. When his marks came in unacceptably low – except in gym and music, Aizen decided that Mr. Nice Guy was over.

Grimmjow remembered the day, the bright sunshine streaming into his fathers bedroom, as he stood there in the middle of the rug, looking down, the disapproving gaze worse than any words ever invented.
"Grimmjow, I've tried hard with you, provided you with a comfortable life, I thought with the six months that you've been here you would have settled in and proved to me that my choice was worthwhile… but, I see with these marks, I was wrong. Do you know what happens to bad little boys?"

Grimmjow nodded, "You return them."

A small cold smile graced Aizen's face, "No, you don't return them, that's not what happens. Bad little boys get taught a lesson. Undress."

Confused, since he had bathed with Aizen on numerous occasions, Grimmjow undressed, hoping that by being extremely obedient Aizen's anger would be abated.

"Come lay across my knee."

Grimmjow walked over to where Aizen sat on his high western style bed, not sure what Aizen meant.

"Your stomach on my lap."

"Oh…" The way Aizen was staring at him was making him uncomfortable, but Grimmjow obeyed, believing that since Aizen was older he obviously knew better.

The first smack surprised him, cased him to cry out to feel the strong hands imprint against his backside. Then there came another, and another, however, they didn't just focus on his butt, they also began to rain down across his bare back, leaving stinging patterns, that eventually gave way to strange tingling.

His thrashing, from the pain continuously caused him to rub against Aizens lap, and it was only when Aizen abruptly stopped smacking him, that Grimmjow noticed something hard and firm poking against his stomach.

"It seems that you are a very naughty boy, getting me all excited on purpose. Seems you learnt some things at that orphanage."

Grimmjow didn't reply, not understanding what Aizen was going on about.

It was later, after he lay in his bed, sore, and feeling his bruised mouth, that Grimmjow fully began to understand the extent of how much he had displeased Aizen.

He hadn't been allowed to brush his teeth after, he was forced to continue to taste his 'father' in his mouth, to remember that naughty boys get punished.

The abuse turned into a strange power game, and as Grimmjow got older, he found himself inextricably drawn into it. With his awakening sexual desire, he found the fact that he and his 'father' being intimate was probably a normal thing, something he actually wanted.

He didn't talk about it to other people, but then again, he had began to withdraw, his mind filled with Aizen's words, scent and body, wanting and craving more.

When other boys his age took interest in the girls [or boys respectively], mooning after what they said, or if they liked them, Grimmjow feeling superior would laugh.

One of his few friends there, asked if there was anyone Grimmjow particularly liked, and Grimmjow had replied no.

The worst day of his life came when he turned eighteen, when Uncle Gin came to visit, with a knowing snake like grin, and slithered his way over to Aizen's side.

Expecting some sort of 'birthday surprise', Grimmjow was taken aback, when Aizen coldly informed him that once school was over, he was expected to move out and take his place in the world, and that Aizen's job was over.

Do not contact, do not even bother.

Apparently, now that Grimmjow was legal, Aizen had lost interest completely, which shattered Grimmjow's entire life.

He did terribly on all his exams, which meant he failed to get into any college, but he didn't care.

He became an escort, an easy job, and with his good looks, and bad attitude he had girls and boys flocking to him paying him big wads of cash just to sit and drink with them.

Only one coworker could stand him, and that was Kensei, who was pretty much the complete opposite of him.
It was Kensei who rekindled Grimmjows interest in music, and Kensei who introduced him to the band, and it was Kensei who unknowingly helped Grimmjow sort of move on from Aizen.
Despite being crushed by Aizen, Grimmjow still enjoyed a healthy sexual appetite; however, after he had been with someone he had pursued he found them lacking and lost interest entirely.

So Grimmjow found it odd that his thoughts kept returning back to Ichigo, thoughts that ended up being completely non sexual.

Part Five: Renji

Shuuhei had insisted on eating. Renji didn't mind, however, it was the second part that he was having issues with.

Showering together.

Ever since he had invited Shuuhei to 'teach him', Renji felt as if his body had been put on high alert, and everything Shuuhei did he noticed.

"Don't be a baby, we've showered together before."

"But-"

"Look, I'm naked already, hurry up. Stop acting so virginal."

Renji scowled, before reluctantly removing his clothes, feeling majorly embarrassed at the cool assertive gaze that seemed to be tracing all of his loud and proud tattoos.

"Hey can I ask ya a question?"

"What?" Renji straightened up, quickly moving towards the shower room.

"Why do you have all those tattoos? I mean for a rich kid, it's sort of surprising."

"Its uhm, a family thing, we all have tattoos. My great great great great great grandpa was a trader, and he ended up in New Zealand, where he got obsessed with the Maori. He came back all tattooed and proclaimed that everyone in his family get tattooed. It sort of stuck."

"Wow, that's some crazy story." Shuuhei commented as he followed Renji into the shower room. "I just got my tattoos because I thought I would look cool."

Renji could feel himself relax, as he turned on the hot water, the spray hitting both their bodies almost simultaneously. Perhaps showering together wouldn't be so bad.

Shuuhei's evening itinerary was laid out like this: 1) eat, 2) shower and change into bathrobes, 3) drink beer, eat ice cream and watch some porn to see what the hell he was into and 4) perhaps some experimentation.

Simple easy, nerve wracking as hell.

"Do you have to wash me?" Renji asked, as he watched Shuuhei pick up the sponge.

"Yup, I need to make sure you know how to thoroughly clean yourself."

"I already know how to clean myself," Renji grumbled.

"But do you? Pay attention to how I clean you, because I expect you to clean me the exact same way." His voice was low, and Renji was only able to nod, as he felt the sponge swipe across his skin.

Shuuhei was so close, and to have to wash each other changed the shower routine dramatically. Renji had a hard time remembering the last time someone had washed him, he must have been very little.

Shuuhei seemed to be purposely avoiding certain areas, the sponge cutting large swathes of Renji's skin, before dancing around his nipples, or skipping over his inner thighs.

The sponge moved down his calf, and Renji looked down at the erotic site of Shuuhei kneeling before him, the water hitting his naked body, while he not so innocently washed Renji.

Renji felt his heart skip a beat as those grey eyes turned up to look at him, before Shuuhei stood up again.

"Don't act so scared rabbit," came the murmur, as the sponge teasingly brushed against Renji's left nipple, "It goes better when relaxed."

"W-what goes better?" Renji murmured, feeling embarrassed that his growing erection was in plain view, as Shuuhei focused on his right nipple, labouriously rubbing the sponge against it, as if it was very very dirty.

"Shh just relax, focus on what I'm doing to you." The sponge, moved down, before, with a nice thrum, landing between Renji's legs, and rubbing up against his fully erect penis.

"What a lewd body you have." Shuuhei murmured, however, his tone was far from disapproving, "Just from getting washed you're ready to get fucked."

"What about you?" Renji gritted out, as the sponge gently caressed his scrotum, before moving and teasing his asshole.

"Mmm?" Shuuhei was far from unaffected by this, he was sporting a rather large erection as well. "I can't help but react to someone who wants to get fucked so badly."

With a wet spoosh, Shuuhei dropped the sponge, before reaching over and grabbing some more soap.

"What are you doing?" Renji asked warily.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall."

"What why?"

"Just do it. Spread your legs out a little."

"But you said you won't do it without a condom," came the suspicious reply.

"Stupid, I'm not going to take ya, I'm still cleaning ya."

"Cleaning?"

"Mmhmm." Slippery fingers prodded against Renji's anus, "Gotta make sure that all of you is clean."

"All of me?"

"Course. Now relax." With a push, Shuuhei slipped in one finger, pushing into the anus the soap making it go smoothly. Wriggling it around, Shuuhei was feeling more turned on than he would like to admit. Renji however, seemed to be having second thoughts.

"That feels weird." Came the grumble.

"Hold on…" with his other hand Shuuhei reached around Renji and began to stroke his cock, causing Renji's thoughts of complaint to scatter.

Feeling the taller man relax, Shuuhei inserted another finger, gently wriggling and scissoring, his fingers searching, until a particularly loud groan from Renji informed that it had been found.

"Gently massage and make sure everything is clean," came the low instructions, as yet another finger got added.

After about another minute of that, Shuuhei pulled his fingers out, before inspecting his handiwork.

"Why did you stop?" whined Renji, thrusting his butt out in an attempt to regain the contact.

"You got clean." Was the response.

"Clean? You mean, you were just cleaning me?" Renji groaned.

"Mmhmm. Now it's your turn to apply what you learned onto me."

Renji took a deep breath attempting to calm down the raging feelings in his body, before turning around, and picking up the sponge.

He tried to remember the teasing way Shuuhei had washed him, and from the small sounds that occasionally slipped out, it seemed that he wasn't doing too bad.

It was interesting to have an excuse to fully inspect Shuuhei's body, his skin was rather tan, and Renji found the black treasure trail rather tantalising, especially to where it led to a prominently displayed erection.

Had that really gone into him? Had he really enjoyed getting fucked by this man? Judging from his bodies reaction from just getting washed, Renji was likely to accept the fact that this man was driving him crazy.

Face to face with Shuuhei's cock, Renji gently swabbed the sponge over it, watching it pulse, the colour turning a deep angry red, his curiosity becoming greater.

Had that really fit inside him?

It was hard to imagine, but it must have.

"T-turn around." Renji muttured.

"What?" the husky voice from above him asked.

"Turn around… I n-need to clean you."

Without another word, Shuuhei obeyed, getting into the position previously displayed by Renji.

How the hell was he going to restrain himself from total fucking abandon? Renji thought desperately, as he gently prodded Shuuhei's fluttering entrance. He really wanted to fuck, very very badly. He was almost tempted to run out of the shower, grab a condom and then run back.

Instead, he poured some soap onto his hand, rubbing it on his fingers, before splaying Shuuhei's ass cheeks apart to get a better view.

Praying that he wouldn't screw up, Renji pushed a finger inside of Shuuhei.

After the initial force, it went in relatively easily, and Renji could tell that Shuuhei was completely relaxed, as if he had done this often, he probably had.

Gently imitating what he had felt, Renji moved his finger around, wriggling and pushing, thoroughly cleaning.

"Can I add another finger?"

"Yeah."

Inserting the second finger, Renji tried to remember exactly what Shuuhei had done, but going slowly so as not to hurt the smaller man.

Gently stretching, he began to scissor his fingers, earning an approving groan.

Deciding to add the third finger, Renji did so, stuffing it in, up to the knuckle, wriggling them around, listening to the loud groans Shuuhei happened to constantly be emitting.

Unable to stand it anymore, Renji withdrew his fingers, and quickly stood up, before stumbling and leaning against the other wall.

"I really need to be fucked right now." Came his low mutter.

Glancing over his shoulder, Shuuhei's flushed cheek could be seen, before he murmured, "Aw this too much for you?"

Glaring, Renji pushed up off the wall, and embraced the smaller man, his mouth demandingly descending upon Shuuhei's their teeth clacking together, before getting fully aligned, their lips melding together, their tongues battling for dominance. Pushing Shuuhei against the wall, Renji rubbed their wet naked bodies together, their erections rubbing within the confined spaced between their two bodies.

"I want to fuck you so bad," Renji murmured, his hand firmly gripping Shuuhei's ass, "Lift your leg."

A hand covered his, before, with some force, Shuuhei pulled his face away from the kiss.

"No, not yet We can't."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Condoms…."

"I don't fucking care…" Renji tried to move closer to Shuuhei, try to get the smaller man to comply.

The well aimed palm to the chin took Renji by surprise, causing him to stagger away, while a pissed off looking Shuuhei reached around and shut off the water.

"What the fuck Renji! I thought I was supposed to be teaching ya shit, not get nearly raped by ya!" came the shout.

"I'm so fucking ready to fuck! Stop being such a cocktease." Came the whine.

Glaring, Shuuhei opened the shower door, before stepping out onto the carpet.

"Fucking follow me then." Came the growl.

Glaring, Renji did, not bothering to dry himself, nor caring that Shuuhei's body was dripping water all over his floor.

He watched as Shuuhei strode over to the living area, and picked up the box of condoms.

Ripping the box open, Shuuhei took one out, and while directly looking in Renji's eyes, opened the packet.

"Don't you fucking do that again or I won't help you." Came the growl, as he stretched the condom out, before rolling it onto his cock. "Aggressiveness can be nice, but stupidness I don't fucking stand."

With condom properly on, Shuuhei marched back over to Renji, who had stopped just inside the door way, his grip firm, Shuuhei pulled Renji over to the couch, and unceremoniously, stuck Renji in front of the back of it.

"Grip it."

"Wha-"

"Grip the fucking back of the couch bitch."

"But I – " Renji who had had time to cool down, realized he had made a major fucking mistake, "Shuuhei stop I –"

Shuuhei however didn't seem to be listening, as his hands splayed apart Renji's ass cheeks, before rubbing his cock against the fluttering hole.

"Shuuhei!"

Renji could feel the blunt head push up against him, and he felt his entire body stiffen.

"Please not like-"

"Relax." The voice seemed to carry less anger, however, the cock remained. "Relax and it won't hurt. Now you want this as much as I do, from the attack in the shower, this will help take the edge off."

Another persistent nudge, let Renji know that Shuuhei was not going to change his mind about anything.

Letting out a breath, Renji finally relaxed. The moment he did so, Shuuhei slipped his cock inside, slowly, gently almost, not at all what Renji was expecting, or to his surprise, wanting.

It didn't hurt as much as Renji expected it to, and after giving the nod to Shuuhei, felt his body give way to pleasure, as the man began to thrust gently inside. However, before Renji had any time to complain, the thrusts became more aggressive, and a firm hand clamped around his cock, stroking him in time.

Renji had the brief thought that Shuuhei was very good at this, before with a cry, he let go embarrassingly early, his semen spurting out and hitting his couch, the thrusting cock not even slowing down.

"Aaahn Shuuhei~"

Shuuhei shifted, his cock moving to continuously thrust against that certain bundle of nerves, causing Renji to have another orgasm, his body barely recovering from his first. He could feel himself clamping tightly all round Shuuhei's invading organ, until with a few grunts, Shuuhei came inside of him.

Breath heavy, Shuuhei pulled himself out before he had softened too much, his hand still firmly clamped onto Renji's ass.

After a moment of recovery, Shuuhei's grip relaxed, before he fully stood up, his legs a little shaky still.

Renji managed to push himself up as well, before turning and managing to catch Shuuhei's eye.

"That was fucking amazing."

"Yeah, thought you'd end up liking it."

"No really." Renji flushed, feeling embarrassed at his blatant display of lust, and how amazing it had felt. He also knew one thing for sure, that this was not helping him get Shuuhei out of his system at all, in fact the more he looked at the man, watched as Shuuhei neatly pulled off the condom, and tossed it into the garbage, the more Renji wanted the man, the more he felt that what had just transpired was not enough.

Needless to say, the television stayed firmly off for the rest of the night.

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AN: Sorry for taking forever. I totally inserted really depressing crap into this chapter, since I apparently like to mind fuck with people and my characters. Thanks for all the reviews!

Oh and, yes, safety first boys and girls! Don't let people be douche bags and pressure you into a situation you don't want!

And yes, Grimmjows best friend back in the day was Keigo. Why not? Hope the length of the chapter makes up for the long wait.

Not sure if it all makes sense, wanted to just get it up instead of dithering around. And those names Shuuhei was thinking are all Enka singers.