Shirosaki's lips hungrily devoured Ichigo's, bringing the human's bottom lip into his mouth to suck and nibble on it. Ichigo let out a little whimper as a shiver went down his spine, his lips parting just enough for Shirosaki to dart his tongue into the warm cavern. Ichigo timidly tangled his tongue with the vampire's nearly moaning into the kiss when Shirosaki's fingers tangled into his orange locks, tugging on it slightly to pull Ichigo deeper into the kiss. Ichigo's own fingers brushed across the front of Shirosaki's shirt, moving up to link around the pale vampire's neck. His nails dug into the vampire's skin when Shirosaki pulled back enough to deliver a harsh bite to Ichigo's bottom lip before crushing his lips back onto Ichigo's in a bruising kiss. He drank up the flavor of the human, the taste setting his senses on fire, his fingers pulling a little more harshly at the orange tresses in his grasp when Ichigo got a little more brave and began to battle with him. The human was no match for Shirosaki, and after a brief amount of time, Ichigo relented with a whimper, allowing Shirosaki to explore as he desired. After awhile, Shirosaki unwillingly pulled back, allowing the flushed human take in a deep breath.

Even after Shirosaki broke the kiss, his fingers releasing Ichigo's hair, he still stayed as close as possible to the orange head. Ichigo stared up at the vampire, his mind whirling and his every nerve on fire. Just a simple touch from the vampire seemed to make his skin tingle, his heart beat erratically, and his breathing become shallow. Shirosaki studied the human for a minute before a light smile spread across his lips. Ichigo blinked, running his tongue over his lips in a faint effort to quell the tingle left behind by Shirosaki's kiss. "That was some hello," Ichigo murmured, diverting his gaze to his drink, his fingers picking at the loose threads on his jeans. The silver haired vampire smirked, moving to take a seat across from Ichigo, his elbow resting on the table, his hand placed under his chin as he soaked up the sight before him.

"It's been awhile since I was able to see you. Forgive me if I came off too forward," Shirosaki drawled, his eyes shining mischievously.

"It's not that. It was just surprising is all," Ichigo whispered, clearing his throat.

A grin spread across Shirosaki's lips as he questioned teasingly, "So you like when I kiss ya?" A dark blush tinted Ichigo's cheeks and he fumbled with his glass before bringing it shakily to his lips to take a small drink. Placing the glass back onto the table, Ichigo leaned back, locking gazes with the vampire. "What have you been up to lately?" Shirosaki questioned, his gaze curious. For some reason unknown, and easily brushed off, he wanted to know all he could about the human sitting across from him. What did he do in his spare time? Where did he like to go? What sort of people did he surround himself with? Where he went to school? The questions were never ending, and he mused that it would take a lifetime before he knew all he wanted to about the very attractive orange head before him.

"Doing my college work, and researching," Ichigo responded timidly.

"Research?" Shirosaki questioned, raising a curious eyebrow. Ichigo diverted his gaze to lock over Shirosaki's shoulder, unable to meet the vampire's eyes.

Clearing his throat, Ichigo answered, "I've been researching..." Shirosaki strained his ears, trying to catch the last thing that Ichigo had mumbled lowly under his breath, but could not for the life of him figure it out.

"What was that? You kind of cut out on me there Ichi," Shirosaki drawled, leaning back in his chair, one leg propped up over his knee, his fingers brushing lightly across his shoulder and neck. Ichigo watched the movement for a moment, entranced by how delicately and fluidly the vampire could move. After a moment, Shirosaki let out an amused chuckle, snapping Ichigo out of his self induced daze. Shaking his head, Ichigo let out a little cough, trying to act indifferent, but failing miserably at it. Shirosaki knew exactly how to toy with him, and it seemed that he was a master at it.

"I was researching myths," Ichigo stated grumpily, folding his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowed into a glare. Shirosaki tilted his head in curiosity, locking Ichigo with an interested stare.

"Myths?" The silver haired vampire questioned, his eyes shining with an amused sort of interest.

"Yeah, myths about...vampires," Ichigo mumbled, keeping his eyes on the table, unable to keep looking into the golden eyes before him. He felt like an idiot, and wasn't at all surprised when Shirosaki let out a good laugh, his eyes crinkled with amusement. Shirosaki moved, leaning over the table to get closer to the orange head who was obviously belittling himself. Ichigo chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes closed tight as he yelled at himself in his head. Shirosaki's hand reached out, fingers curling underneath Ichigo's chin as he forced the orange head to meet gazes with him.

"Oh, and what have you found?" Shirosaki questioned, amusement and teasing tainting his voice. Ichigo scowled, his eyes narrowed towards the playful vampire.

"It's nothing. They're all just myths right?" Ichigo mumbled finishing off the rest of his drink. Slamming the glass back onto the table, he let his eyes scan around the room. Tatsuki and Inoue were close by, giggling madly as they watched the two men interact. When Ichigo's eyes landed on them, the two girls let out a high pitched squeak, quickly darting off in another direction. Heaving out a sigh, Ichigo leaned back in his chair, his head lifted to stare up at the ceiling.

"What are we talkin about over here?" Grimmjow's low, gruff voice questioned, leaning over Ichigo's chair to look down at the human. The orange head let out a very manly squeak, nearly falling backwards off his chair. After righting himself, Ichigo glowered at the teal haired vampire who just threw his head back, and laughed heartily as he slid into one of the free chairs around the table. Grimmjow flashed a grin at the human before turning his attention on his boss. "So anythin interestin?" The teal haired vampire questions, leaning back in his chair, propping his feet up on the table. Shirosaki gives him a nasty look, pointedly telling Grimmjow to remove his feet. Before Grimmjow could react, Ulquiorra appeared out of nowhere, pushing the teal haired vampire's feet back onto the ground before handing Shirosaki an envelope.

"Gin just handed this to me. Apparently Tessai, Kisuke's driver dropped it off not too long ago," Ulquiorra explained standing next to the table. Ichigo glanced between Ulquiorra and the chair, wondering why the raven haired vampire was not taking a seat. Shirosaki opened the envelope, taking out a few pages of paper with finely written cursive staining the crisp white with a red ink. His eyes darted over the first page before he folded them back up, placing them back into the envelope before moving the envelope to the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Thank you Ulquiorra. How are the other tasks going?" Shirosaki questioned, locking the ebony haired vampire with a serious gaze.

"Very well sir. Halibel has informed me that the new security system is up and running perfectly. Also the remodeling team will be here on Monday during the day to revamp the VIP lounge. You have a meeting with Kisuke tomorrow at midnight, and Aizen called. He wants to go over the new license paper work with you on Tuesday," Ulquiorra explained. Ichigo was amazed at how easily he could remember all of that information without having to write it down. Shirosaki nodded in acceptance.

"That should work out fine. We still need to get an electrician in here to put in the new lighting," Grimmjow pointed out, causing Ulquiorra to shoot him a dark look.

"That's already being taken care of Grimmjow. Why don't you just go on with your drinking and leave the technical stuff to someone who can handle it," Ulquiorra sneered, his gaze hard. Grimmjow growled, slowly raising from his chair, his hands planted firmly on the table top.

"What did ya say ya emo bastard!" Grimmjow hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously, a feral gleam to them. Ulquiorra ignored him, instead turning his gaze back to Shirosaki. Ichigo didn't know what to do. Was it normal for the two to fight like that? He fidgeted in his chair, toying with the idea of leaving to give the vampires some privacy. He didn't have to wait long, as Keigo appeared out of nowhere behind Ichigo's chair, placing his hands on the orange head's shoulders.

Leaning forward the brunette whispered in his ear, "Let's go have a couple shots! Please!" Ichigo sighed at the whining tone of his friend's voice, his gaze fixed on the three vampires before him. He wouldn't be gone long. They wouldn't miss him...right? Shrugging his shoulders, Ichigo slid out of his chair, following an overly hyper Keigo to the bar. Shinji smiled at them when they slid onto two stools at the edge of the bar, and sauntered over towards them.

"What can I get the two of ya?" He questioned, briefly glancing at Keigo before locking Ichigo with a friendly smile.

"Can you get us four shots of tequila?" Keigo questioned, spinning around on his chair. Shinji's smile widened into a toothy grin as he raised a blonde eyebrow.

"Getting into the hard stuff early aren't ya?" He questioned teasingly, chuckling when Ichigo shot him a dark look.

"It's just to loosen up Ichi here enough to get him to dance!" Keigo responded, slapping the orange head on the back.

"I don't think he's gonna need alcohol to get him in the mood for dancing," Shinji murmured to himself as he turned to grab the shot glasses, placing two in front of each of them. After that, he walked to the other end of the bar, glancing through the wide selection of bottles that ran along the shelves at the back of the bar. He picked a couple up before shaking his head and placing them back down. Finally, he snapped his fingers, grabbing a tall bottle filled with some clear liquor. Wandering back over to the two humans, he held the bottle up, a grin on his lips. "This good enough for ya?" He questioned, turning the bottle to show the label. Ichigo glanced up, smirking as he read the label glued to the side of the glass bottle.

"Patron eh? I dunno Keigo, remember what happened last time?" Ichigo commented, turning to his friend.

"That was a one time thing! Besides Tatsuki is the one who slipped the worm from her bottle into my glass, and I ate it without knowing!" The brunette defended, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

"I have some stuff with the worm if you would like that instead," Shinji offered. Ichigo flashed the blonde a horrified look, shaking his head vigorously.

"No, this is fine Shinji! I really don't wanna have to drag a half naked Keigo out of here tonight!" Ichigo exclaimed, shivering at the memories that brought up.

"That wasn't my fault!" Keigo whined, punching Ichigo in the shoulder. The orange head just laughed as Shinji filled their glasses, chuckling as well. After filling the glasses, Shinji wandered off to place the bottle back on the shelf. Keigo grabbed his first shot, glancing over at Ichigo who had his fingers curled around it as well. "Ready?" The brunette questioned, lifting the glass to his lips. Ichigo nodded, lifting his glass as well. Tilting their heads back, they downed the shot, quickly grabbing the next. After finishing off the shot, both men slammed the glasses back onto the bar, a giant grin on their lips. "Now that hits the spot!" Keigo exclaimed, spinning in his seat. Ichigo chuckled watching his friend make a fool of himself. A flash of green appeared in his peripheral, and Ichigo turned in time to see a green haired woman wrap her arms around Keigo's shoulders. The brunette glanced behind him, smiling at the girl. The woman's brown eyes flicked towards Ichigo, and widened fractionally as they roamed the orange head's form. After a moment, the woman looked back down at the brunette, brushing her nose against his.

"Keigo, honey whose your friend?" The woman questioned, her voice light and happy. Keigo, who was still looking at the woman, seemingly lost in a trace, blinked, his eyes darting over to Ichigo.

"Oh this is Ichigo. Ichi this is Nel, isn't she dreamy," the brunette sighed, his eyes back on the green haired woman. Nel lifted her gaze to Ichigo, her brown eyes shining playfully. Ichigo's mouth fell open, his eyes quickly darting to look at his friend's neck. Finding the brunette unmarked, Ichigo let out a relieved sigh.

"What's wrong honey? You looked like you saw a ghost there for a minute," Nel whispered teasingly, bringing her hand out to skim across the length of Ichigo's neck. The orange head shivered, her fingers leaving behind a tingly, cold feeling. Suddenly her fingers stopped, and Nel moved around Keigo to get closer to Ichigo. "What do we have here?" She murmured, leaning over Ichigo, removing her fingers from his neck.

"Oh that's just a love bite Ichigo got, and he won't tell us who gave it to him," Keigo explained waving Shinji over. Nel raised an eyebrow, her eyes zeroing in on Ichigo's neck.

"I see. That's some love bite you've got there. I recognize the work," Nel nearly purred, her voice dropping low when she said the word love. Her eyes darted up to look at Ichigo, amusement shining in their depths.

"You...d-do?" Ichigo questioned, gulping. Nel nodded, her fingers coming up to run over the bite mark on Ichigo's neck.

"I do. I can see why he would want you," she stated, moving closer to the orange head. Ichigo froze, unable to breath.

"You're...you're a," Ichigo choked out, unable to say the last word. Nel let out a small chuckle before moving her lips to Ichigo's ear. Her breath tickled the short hairs at the back of Ichigo's neck making him shiver.

"A vampire?" She whispered teasingly, her lips brushing over Ichigo's ear.

"Nel! You've over stepped your boundary! You know the rule!" Shinji hissed, appearing in front of the two. Nel moved back, pouting slightly as her gaze flicked towards the blonde. Shinji just glared at her, placing a glass in front of Ichigo, who gladly took it, downing half of it quickly. He was shaking, his nerves shot. Shirosaki was the only vampire to get close to him, and this woman had just invaded his personal space.

"You're no fun! I just wanted to get to know him," she grumbled before dragging a slightly buzzed Keigo onto the dance floor. Ichigo watched them leave, letting out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding.

"Are you all right?" Shinji asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, making Ichigo jump. The orange head spun around, turning apprehensive eyes on the blonde.

"Is my friend going to be all right with her?" He questioned, turning his head to look over his shoulder.

"Nel's harmless. She's just really playful, and by what I saw, she hasn't bitten him...yet," Shinji explained, giving Ichigo a reassuring smile. The blonde vampire's eyes suddenly widened, and he backed away slowly as arms snaked around the orange head's waist. Ichigo stiffened, his heart beating erratically in his chest.

"So this is where you disappeared to," Shirosaki's dark, sultry voice whispered in his ear, causing goose bumps to rise on Ichigo's arms. Lips fell to Ichigo's neck, raining kisses over the tan column, before reappearing by his ear again. "Why did you leave?" The vampire questioned, nipping at the orange head's ear.

"I had a couple drinks with a friend," Ichigo explained breathlessly, leaning back into the vampire behind him. Shirosaki let out a chuckle, his grip tightening around the human.

"Oh? Where is this friend now?" Shirosaki questioned, resting his chin atop orange tresses.

"He left with Nel," Shinji explained simply. Shirosaki lifted his eyes to the blonde, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Shinji only nodded before heading to the other side of the bar. Slowly, Shirosaki untangled himself from Ichigo, taking a seat next to him. Ichigo glanced over at him, his fingers curled around his glass.

"You know, we never did get to finish our talk earlier," Shirosaki murmured, leaning close to Ichigo.

"Let's just forget it please?" Ichigo asked hopefully. A smirk tugged at the corner of Shirosaki's lips, as he eyed the orange head.

"So, you don't want to know more about vampires?" He questioned, flashing his fangs. Ichigo gulped, his eyes trained on the vampire's mouth.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt.." he mumbled, leaning towards Shirosaki until their lips were barely touching. Shirosaki smirked, his tongue coming out to flick across Ichigo's lips teasingly. The orange head's eyes slid closed, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Shiro!" A very high pitched voice screeched, causing Ichigo and Shirosaki to pull apart quickly. The next moment, a short, very thin male hugged Shirosaki about the waist. Ichigo blinked, leaning back to get a better look at the man. The first thing he noticed was the three purple diamonds tattooed just above the man's left eyebrow. He couldn't tell the eye color as they were closed as the man nuzzled his face into Shirosaki's chest. He noted the short black hair, and overall boyish appearance of the man. Ichigo's gaze darted up to Shirosaki to find the vampire's expression annoyed and spiteful.

"Luppi, please remove yourself from me this instant," the silver haired vampire growled out, his arms coming up to push at the man's shoulders. Purple eyes snapped open as Luppi pulled away, gaze flicking between Ichigo and Shirosaki.

"Who's this?" Luppi questioned, his tone displeased as he looked the orange head up and down, his hand on his hip.

"He is none of your concern. What are you doing here?" Shirosaki growled, his gaze fixed on Ichigo, half expecting the orange head to disappear again.

"I figured you might be hungry!" Luppi explained, wrapping his arms around one of Shirosaki's. Ichigo watched the scene play out before him, his eyes narrowed in contempt as he glared at Luppi. Rage and jealousy pulsed through his veins, his hands clenching into tight fists.

"Well I'm not! Didn't I tell you to get off of me!" Shirosaki exclaimed, turning to Luppi with a dark look. Ichigo took that as his chance to duck out before he killed the little fucker. Quickly leaving the bar, he made his way back to his previous table, only to have his arm grabbed. Spinning around Ichigo stared up into the teal eyes of Grimmjow as the vampire looked down at him, a frown on his lips.

"I'm takin you up to the VIP room," Grimmjow stated gruffly, pulling Ichigo towards the front of the club. The orange head struggled, trying to yank his arm out of Grimmjow's grip, until the teal haired vampire stopped, pulling Ichigo to him. Glaring down at him, Grimmjow hissed, "Look, you're coming with me one way or another. Now either walk or I'll carry you."

"Fine," Ichigo grumbled, following behind the teal haired vampire nicely when Grimmjow started moving again. Ichigo kept his gaze on Grimmjow's back, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. He wasn't stupid, he knew Shirosaki had to have marked others. He just wasn't expecting them to be so clingy with the vampire. When they reached the front room, Grimmjow silently ordered Nnoitra to open the door, before dragging Ichigo up the black, marble stairs. He let the orange head go when they reached to top of the stairs, and sauntered over to the bar. Ichigo stood still, rubbing his arms as his gaze darted across the room. The VIP lounge was empty, except for him and the vampire now walking back over, two glasses in hand.

"Come, let's sit," Grimmjow ordered handing Ichigo a glass. The orange head took it timidly, keeping his gaze off of the vampire in front of him. Grimmjow turned, walking towards the back of the room, Ichigo following slowly behind him. The teal haired vampire took a seat on one of the many black, leather couches around the room, motioning for Ichigo to take the one across from him. Ichigo complied, setting his glass onto the table that separated him and the vampire. Leaning back into the couch, Grimmjow surveyed the human, his arm propped up on the back of the couch. "I'm sure you have a torrent of questions, so spill," he ordered, before taking a sip of his drink. Ichigo just stared at him, a dumb founded expression on his face. Grimmjow raised a curious eyebrow, smirking at the orange head. "What? Cat got your tongue?" He teased, making Ichigo scowl and fold his arms over his chest.

"Fine. Who was that?" Ichigo questioned.

Grimmjow let out a sigh before responding, "I'm gonna assume that you mean Luppi." When Ichigo nodded, he continued, " Luppi is a human that Shirosaki marked a few years ago. The human was easy, and willing, so it wasn't hard to get him to comply." Ichigo listened intently, leaning closer towards Grimmjow. The teal haired vampire took a big gulp of his drink before setting the glass onto the table. Leaning back, a small smirk tugged at his lips. "You've seen how he reacts when around Shirosaki," he stated, locking his teal eyes on Ichigo's.

"Yeah, what's that all about?" Ichigo questioned, the anger still boiling his blood.

"Luppi somehow developed a massive crush on Shirosaki, even though Shirosaki never condoned it, and has told the blasted human so numerous times," Grimmjow growled, his face scrunching up like he just ate or smelt something horrid.

"Why doesn't he just get the hint?" Ichigo questioned, bringing his glass to his lips.

"Who the hell knows. I am going to warn you though," Grimmjow answered, his expression becoming serious.

"Warn me? About what?" Ichigo asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Luppi is very dangerous. He will do anything in his power to keep Shirosaki to himself. So, if you can help it, do not tell him who you belong to," Grimmjow explained. Ichigo's eyes narrowed, and a scowl formed on his lips.

"I belong to no one," the orange head growled defiantly. Grimmjow tilted his head back, a chuckle passing his lips.

"You honestly don't get it do you? Shirosaki marked you, meaning he is the only one allowed to be near you, to bite you, to touch you," Grimmjow stated, a sadistic smirk spreading across his lips. At Grimmjow's words, a thought flashed through his mind, and suddenly Ichigo straightened in his seat, a devilish smirk on his lips which caused a confused look to be sent his way by the teal haired vampire.

"You just said Shirosaki was the only one that was allowed to get close to me right?" The orange head questioned. Grimmjow nodded, raising a curious eyebrow. "Well, you're close and alone with me right now. Doesn't that mean you aren't following orders?" Ichigo questioned, his tone taunting. Grimmjow stared at him with wide eyes for a moment before sputtering.

"Th..That's different!" He exclaimed, scowling. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, leaning back into the couch, his gaze challenging.

"You're goin against orders, just admit it," he teased, causing Grimmjow to growl.

"You little shit! I'm here to protect you from other vampires until your owner gets back!" Grimmjow hissed, his lips pulling into a snarl. Ichigo's stance became defensive, his scowl deepening dangerously, his body tensing. Grimmjow noticed the change and decided to fuck with the human. "Awe, does Ichi not like the idea of bein owned?" Grimmjow teased, his smirk growing wider.

"Fuck you!" Ichigo snapped, his gaze burning with an intense fire. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at the human, running a hand through his hair as he studied the orange head.

"Ya got some nerve sayin that to a vampire," Grimmjow drawled, leaning over the table to get right in Ichigo's face. The orange head just scowled at him, his eyes darkening dangerously.

"I'm not scared of you," Ichigo retorted, his voice venomous. Grimmjow just let out a chuckle, his fangs gleaming in the dim light of the room.

"Oh, berry has claws!" Grimmjow teased before ruffling Ichigo's hair. The orange head batted his hands away before turning his attention towards the balcony. Down below he could see Shirosaki still trying to wrestle himself away from the annoying man called Luppi. He watched as Gin and Halibel appeared out of nowhere, grabbing a hold of the man, heaving him towards the front doors. "He's gonna be up here soon," Grimmjow whispered, and Ichigo turned to look at him. He found the vampire staring down at the lower level of the club, his eyes shining in the dim light.

"I know," Ichigo whispered back, reaching out to grab his drink. Grimmjow turned to him, a small smile twisting onto his lips.

"He has a proposition for ya. I do hope ya take it, cuz it would be nice ta see ya around more than once a week," Grimmjow remarked, raising his glass, clinking it together with Ichigo's. The orange head gave him a strange look, tilting his head to the side.

"Proposition?" He questioned, but Grimmjow just grinned.

"You'll find out soon enough. I'm just sayin, ya don't know how much of a pain Shirosaki's been in the time ya been away," he explained, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. "It's been hell. He's always been temperamental, but more so as of late, and it's all because of you," he continued, tilting his head back so his eyes could bore into Ichigo's. The orange head gulped, his eyes widening exponentially.

"Me?" He gasped out, his voice cracking slightly. He quickly cleared his throat, still staring unbelieving at the vampire. Grimmjow just nodded before running a hand over his face. "How is it my fault!" Ichigo questioned, shaking his head. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it.

Grimmjow grinned ferally. The human was just so fun to play with.

"You're excused Grimmjow," a low, dark voice ordered, causing both Ichigo and Grimmjow to snap their heads in the direction it came from. Shirosaki casually walked over, his hands in his pockets, his golden eyes trained on Ichigo. Grimmjow quickly got to his feet, bowing towards Ichigo and his boss before disappearing into the shadows. Shirosaki took his place, sitting across from the orange head. Ichigo stared at him for a moment, a mixture of emotions flowing through his body. "Is there something wrong?" Shirosaki questioned, eying Ichigo who shook his head vigorously. "Good, I was hoping Luppi didn't scare you away," the vampire sounded relieved, almost hopeful.

"It will take more than a weak annoyance like that to scare me away," Ichigo grumbled, miffed by how emotional Shirosaki seemed to think him to be. Suddenly the silver haired vampire was sitting next to him, leaning over the orange head, his hands placed on either side of Ichigo's head as he forced him down onto the couch.

"Shall we see just how strong ya are?" Shirosaki questioned in a seductive tone before attaching his lips to Ichigo's neck.