First off, wanna thank everybody for supporting UlquiHitsu/Toshiora xD

And for those of you wondering, yes, the drama is officially going to begin! But please be gentle I am SO not a dramatic person: I'm too laid back for it so this might suck! =D

But I hope you guys all have fun anyways. And thanks for all the encouragement! I really appreciate it a lot and you all get GrimmIchi cookies for reading! *throws virtual cookies to starving readers ;P

This chap is for Overduse & Bengal: you guys are amazingggg and I love your suggestions. (And Overduse keeps all of my secrets! :x)

Okay enough chitchat on with the show…

Chapter Nine: Greedy Little Bastard

"What the FUCK!" Halibel bellowed, kicking Nnoitora in the side, "you guys are so fucking DEAD!"

"OW!" Nnoitora yelled back, rolling over before kicking out with his own powerful legs, "Get the fuck away from me, bitch!"

"Fuck you!" Halibel countered, breathing heavily, "You bastards went out all night and today we were supposed to have a hardcore practice session-"

"You're just pissed we didn't invite'cha, bitch," Nnoitora scoffed, standing up off of the plush carpeted floor he had passed out on last night. Having gotten back from the club in the limo that early in the morning, everybody had careened out of the limo and made it to Stark's suite (it had been the closest of them all) in the nick of time before passing out all over the place.

Nnoitora, apparently, had chosen to sleep it off on the carpet nearest the door, so of course he had been the first person to get attacked by the raging outcast female. Nnoitora moaned as he rubbed his head, knowing he needed to get some aspirin and water for his hellish hangover headache. He saw Stark on the small white couch lying on his back, his head propped up at one end, his arms folded over his chest like he was a fucking rock star vampire or some shit. Nnoitora's one eye moved around to the other side of the room to see Ulquiorra splayed on the larger couch, his face content in sleep, the small, white-haired bitch (he had forgotten his name) was curled up on his side on the inside of the couch, his mouth hanging open as he drooled onto Schiff's chest.

Then Nnoitora grinned: so Grimmjow had gotten lucky TWICE in one night? The berry bitch was nowhere to be found, and neither was their fearless leader. So the bedroom, then.

But Halibel's kick-the-door-down-and-assault-the-closest-member-in-range attack had startled nearly everyone awake, or at least gotten them to moan in protest of the noise as they fought the small stream of light coming through the blinds on the large bay windows.

Shit, Nnoitora would remember to pass out somewhere decent next time so he wouldn't be a fuckin' human door stopper the next time Hal decided to take her female hormones out on everybody else, "Shit."

"Halibel," Ulquiorra's voice was as thick as syrup, "Please quiet down. We're exhausted."

"I'll bet you are, you greedy little bastard," Halibel said, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the white-haired young man attached to his side. Ulquiorra's arm was over Hitsugaya unconsciously as he ran his other hand over his face and hair, stretching slightly.

"Wait, where's Grimm?" Halibel said, making Nnoitora wonder how this broad could be any slower with the upkeep.

"Prob'ly bedroom," Nnoitora said, his leering grin unleashed, "Prob'ly fucked the berry senseless, the dirty slut."

"I fuckin' heard that, you prick," came a gravelly, hissing voice that could belong to nobody other than Grimmjow. The door to the bedroom had been open, and Grimmjow leaned in the doorway, his jeans slung low on his hips, his torso naked for the world to see, "What the fuck, Hal? You've never had a problem with a boy's night out before."

Halibel looked away a second then back, her arms now crossed over her chest, "I DON'T mind when you jerks go off and do whatever the hell it is that you do. The problem is that we had a SCHEDULE, and you guys do whatever the hell you want despite that. We got a performance in two days' time and the kid needs to be in the studio constantly if he's expected to perform with us that soon."

Grimmjow sighed, running a hand through his hair and shifting his weight to his other leg, "it's only eleven. We'll meet in the studio at three: should give these other idiots enough time to nurse a hangover."

Halibel wanted to yell, it was obvious on her face and her body language said she was ready to fight, but the logic was winning, "Fine. It's gonna be a late night then: the berry needs all the time we can fit in."

"Don't worry about it," Stark offered, never opening his eyes but being privy to the conversation the entire time, "Ichigo's got the talent: just hope he's got the nerve."

"He'll be fine," Grimmjow added, glaring at Halibel before turning his back on her, "I'm goin' back 'ta bed. Go get a manicure or somethin'."

"Fuck you," Halibel hissed, turning around and marching out of the suite and, of course, slamming the door behind her.

"Shit," Nnoitora said, scratching at his balls, "Why'd'ya stop fuckin' her, Schiff? The bitch needs 'ta get laid, and laid soon."

Ulquiorra had either passed out again or was ignoring him with his eyes closed, so Nnoitora just mumbled "whatever" before passing out on the floor again, snoring away in only a couple of minutes.

XXX

At first, Ichigo was confused as to the time and place, but when he realized it was Grimmjow who was snoring next to him it made him almost giggle.

Aw shit. Giggle? He was becoming a fucking GIRL.

He tried to roll over, but that was kind of impossible with Grimmjow's steel grip around him, spooning him like the perfect fucking couple. Dammit, it was cute, though.

"Oi," Ichigo complained, finally managing to turn around in Grimmjow's arms and face his sleeping, sexy face. Shit, did he really want to wake that perfect face up? He looked so defenseless, so child-like in that moment Ichigo almost hesitated.

Almost. Whack!

"What the?" Grimmjow's eyes startled open, his arms tensing in reaction to the light smack on the head, "What the fuck was that for?"

"And you call ME a cuddle monster?" Ichigo said, "the fuck do you call this then? Hibernation?"

Grimmjow dripped with sarcasm, "Oh baby, I love it when you're violent in the morning. It turns me on."

"Oh yeah?" Ichigo purred, running his hand down Grimmjow's impressive chest, watching Grimmjow's eyes grow dark with lust, "it turns you on, huh?"

"I'm a sado-masochist," Grimmjow said, snaking his tongue out to lick Ichigo teasingly, "Violence is hot as hell to me. Why'd'ya think I wanted to watch kick-boxing with you?"

Ichigo grinned, his fingers traveling lower, "so you could get me monkey-drunk and fuck me."

Grimmjow snorted, looking a bit sheepish, "You read me like a book, berry."

"No," Ichigo teased, squeezing Grimmjow's cock suddenly, "I just know who, or what, does the thinking, Grimmjow."

"You sure you wanna be doing that?" Grimmjow said huskily, rolling over on top of the berry, "I don't care if the whole band's right outside that open door, I'll fuck you through the mattress, Ichi."

Oh shit, how had that dirty talk turned him on? Ichigo wanted to moan and laugh at the same time. It was funny how they could tease each other and then become so heatedly serious, "Baka, get the fuck off me, man. There's no way in hell you'd-"

Ichigo's statement was cut off by Grimmjow's aggressive hand on his growing cock, making Ichigo shutter into the touch.

"I wouldn't, huh?" Grimmjow said, licking along Ichigo's jaw line and nipping gently at his earlobe, "let's test that theory."

"Can you test it later? We're gonna be late."

Both Grimmjow and Ichigo's heads whipped around to stare into the eyes of a very sober Stark who was leaning in the doorway.

"How long you been standing there?" Grimmjow asked, not the least bit embarrassed as he sighed and rolled off of Ichigo.

"Since your naughty talk," Stark said, not able to help a grin, "you're so charming, Grimmjow."

"Fuck you," Grimmjow spat back, crawling out of bed in his white boxers and pulling on his jeans. Ichigo did the same, keeping his eyes averted from Stark the entire time, feeling beyond embarrassed that his fucking idol had just caught him doing something so outrageous.

"I don't play on that side of the fence," Stark said, waving his arm dramatically as he left the doorway, "And I'd appreciate it if you took those activities to your own beds, hn? Well, I guess I'll just have the maid change the sheets today."

"We – we didn't do anything!" Ichigo protested, not knowing why he was trying to defend himself. It was just. So. Damned. Awkward.

Grimmjow laughed, and Ichigo could hear Stark chuckle as well from the other room, with Nnoitora asking what the hell was so funny.

"He's just teasing you, Ichi," Grimmjow said, pulling on his shirt, "your face turns red as a tomato: he's taking advantage of your cuteness."

"Shut up, I'm not cute," Ichigo whined, buttoning his own shirt.

Grimmjow kissed him on the forehead, snickering, "And that's exactly why you're cute."

XXX

When Ichigo left the bedroom, he hadn't exactly planned on facing Hitsugaya. To be perfectly honest, he hadn't even remembered until just now seeing him in the living room part of the suite that he had been involved in the night's festivities. It startled him at first, but then he remembered, and he wasn't happy to see an extremely ashamed-looking Hitsugaya gathering his things and ripping his hand away from a murmuring Ulquiorra.

"Just – I gotta go," Hitsugaya said, turning and walking to the door. He left quietly, but it was still awkward as Ichigo, Stark, and Nnoitora had all been witnesses to his departure. Ichigo looked from the closed door to Ulquiorra's slightly crestfallen face. His mouth reacted before his brain had completely formed the words.

"Fuck, I knew this would happen," Ichigo accused, running out the door after his friend before anybody else could say anything.

He turned the corner on the floor towards the elevators, catching the elevator before it closed completely. Hitsugaya stood in the corner, his head pressed against the side, and Ichigo instantly realized he was crying.

"I'm gonna fuckin' castrate him," Ichigo said, going to his friend and hugging him from behind, "Oh shit, Tosh, I don't know what to say."

Toshiro sniffled and shuddered, turning around to face Ichigo, his eyes downcast as he wiped at them, "Don't, just, don't. It's not your fault: I was a complete idiot last night. What the hell was I thinking?"

"You got drunk, no harm in that, man," Ichigo soothed, rubbing his shoulders, "Ulquiorra's an ass. I should'a warned you, he's such a player, I didn't even know he was into guys…"

"Ulquiorra's not the problem," Hitsugaya said, a little anger in his voice as he had completely gotten himself under control, "It's me, Ichi. This was my one chance to meet him, and I fucking blew it. I turned into one of those wasted teenage groupies."

"Not true," Ichigo said as the doors to the elevator opened on the ground floor and he put an arm around Toshiro, "You're not a teenager anymore, old man."

It worked: Toshiro smiled, even if it was just for a second, "Fuck you, I'm only 22."

"You're right, you're not old," Ichigo said, nodding as they walked along, "you're ancient."

And the dam had broken. Toshiro, despite being nearly a foot shorter than Ichigo, dropkicked him and wrestled him to the ground, putting him in a headlock as Ichigo laughed hysterically. The few people in the lobby were staring wide-eyed at the display in such a fancy place, but the two couldn't really give a fuck as they battled it out. Hitsugaya was laughing by this point as well, but that didn't mean Ichigo was going to lose to the fight. Hitsugaya was an experienced fighter from years on the streets, so he had some impressive moves but in the end, Ichigo's black belt prestige had the smaller young man all but begging for mercy.

"So this was the emergency?"

Ichigo released Toshiro to stare up at his other very close friend, "What's up, Byakuya? Long time no see."

"I called him to pick me up," Toshiro said, his face going slightly pink, "Since, ya know, I don't have my car…"

Ichigo and Hitsugaya both got off of the ground and slapped hands with Byakuya, Ichigo going in for his usual side hug with his big brother figure when he saw Grimmjow and Ulquiorra step out of the elevator, Grimmjow's blue eyes instantly locking on the display of affection.

Ichigo saw his eyes narrow for just a second before he strolled over, Ulquiorra beside him whose eyes were glued to Toshiro.

"And this must be Grimmjow Jeaggerjaques," Byakuya said, extending his hand for a shake, "Heard a lot about you from Ichigo. Honored to meet you."

Ichigo rolled his eyes: Byakuya was so formal sometimes it was almost creepy. It wasn't like Grimmjow was meeting his dad or something, "Yeah, Grimm, this is my long-time friend, Byakuya Kuchiki. He's lead bassist for Soul Society."

Grimmjow accepted the handshake, although his stance was foreboding, "Nice to meet you."

"And Ulquiorra Schif…Jesus, what's the point? Everybody knows who you guys are," Ichigo said, sending a scathing look at Ulquiorra, "although not everybody knows what a greedy little bastard you are."

Ulquiorra sighed, "Twice in one day."

"What?"

"Nothing," Ulquiorra shook his head slightly before looking at Toshiro again, "Can we talk privately for a moment?"

Toshiro had his arms crossed over his chest and he looked away, unable to meet Ulquiorra's stare, "I need to go. I've got plans."

"Toshiro," Ulquiorra said, his voice even and calm, "Running will solve nothing."

Byakuya looked questioningly at Ichigo, and Ichigo just glared, letting the tall, dark-haired rocker know that Hitsugaya needed to get out of there, "Let's go, Tosh."

Byakuya turned and Hitsugaya followed but not before giving an apologetic look to Ulquiorra, confusing Ichigo. Maybe Ichigo was reading this wrong. Was Ulquiorra actually innocent?

Nah, couldn't be.

"Just stay away from him," Ichigo breathed as soon as Byakuya and Hitsugaya were out of earshot, "He's always admired you, and he gets attached easily. The best thing is for you to leave him the hell alone so he doesn't get hurt."

Ichigo felt himself shiver at Ulquiorra's ice-cold stare, the green boring into him like laser beams, "You are not his keeper. When he is ready to face me, he will."

Ichigo didn't know what to say to that, and Ulquiorra was done, leaving behind a wake of resentment. Grimmjow looked at Ichigo, his hands in his pockets, "Friend, huh? Are all your friends that grabby?"

"I hugged him, ass hole," Ichigo said, immediately defensive. Fuck, he was so on edge, "Jesus, we've been together five minutes and you're already playing jealous."

Ichigo was surprised to see how quickly Grimmjow's face darkened, "It's not playing. I don't like anybody touching what's mine. I don't care even if it's a chick, I don't like it."

Ichigo was immediately angry, his redheaded temper kicking into high gear at Grimmjow's statement, "what's YOURS? Are you fucking serious? I'm not an object, baka, and I sure as hell am NOT your fucking property."

"I didn't mean it like that," Grimmjow retaliated, his voice raising an octave, "Why are you getting so worked up?"

"Because you make an ass out of yourself in front of my friend who I've known for years. It's not okay for me to hug one of my best friends but it's okay for YOURS to fuck around with my best friend? What'd you do about that situation, Grimm? Nothing. I'm not going to let my friends get hurt because of you, or any of the Espada."

"Fuck Hitsugaya," Grimmjow seethed, Ichigo reading his body language instinctually and preparing for a physical fight, "he's not my priority, YOU are."

Ichigo couldn't help but laugh, "Right, ME. You've known me five fucking days, Grimmjow, and already you think you own me. I might be in your fucking band and I might fucking like you, but that doesn't mean you can act like this."

Now they were both worked up, and the lobby of the Aporro Granz was not exactly the most discreet location for such an event. Grimmjow saw a teenage girl, perhaps a guest at the hotel, click pictures with her camera phone feverishly from a few feet away. Aizen would be furious if those pictures circulated, especially when the rumors started up again. Grimmjow wasn't ashamed of his sexuality by any means, but Aizen went to great lengths to make sure Grimmjow was never seen with women or men to keep the public guessing. A mind game, of sorts.

And he really didn't want to have a screaming match with his brand-new boyfriend right now, "We've got practice. We gotta go. Do you wanna ride?"

Ichigo shook his head from side to side, "I'll take the subway. I need some space."

Grimmjow watched, frustrated as Ichigo walked away from him out of the fancy front doors, cursing himself for getting all worked up. Shit, they had been a couple for less than twelve hours and already it was on ice.

"Fuck," Grimmjow breathed, turning around to head to the parking garage. In his experience, nothing made you feel better quite like driving past the legal speed limit.

Oh no! Trouble in paradise! :O

And no, Szayel does not own the hotel, but I thought his last name sounded like a hotel, so I used it. Ba-ha.

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