Disclaimer: Nothing has changed I do not own Ichi-berry or his berry berry bleach comrades! I do own a seahorse printed back- pack though, lol and yes I know I'm a dork.

A/N Ridiculously short chapter. Yes but the next one won't be.

What's to happen next…that for SLY to know and for you to find out right Ane-rainbow?

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DRUNKEN SEAHORSE

7C

(Ichigo)

Some hours later…

Up until now Ichgo always thought that when couples fall all over each other after a couple of drinks that it was clearly exaggerated because said couple enjoyed getting attention. Hollywood glam and what not.

However now as he was living a very familiar-practically dead ringer moment in his life Ichigo realized that he might have to rethink his previous thought because while Kazeshini was certainly not his lover the berry couldn't exactly find reason to complain when the other man toppled over him.

The delightful buzz in his brain was telling him to just go with it!

So rather than giving Kazeshini a black eye Ichigo welcomed the other mans' touch-slightly cool hands trailing along his skin.

Even though he personally didn't think there was anything particularly special or sexy about the human ribcage, breastbone or waistline the escorts' opinion seemed to differ.

Kazeshini insisted on touching Ichigo every where and where the man didn't touch with his hands he touched with his tongue-leaving a hot and sticky trail along the orange berrys' neck and face-baring all but the lips of course.

Not that he hadn't tried that route for he most certainly had but Ichigo had not permitted entry-for yes even in his current intoxicated state kissing Kazeshini or letting Kazeshini kiss him felt wrong.

The fact that they were still in plain view of the public didn't help matters.

"I can tell that you're new to this sort of thing Ichi so I'm gonna come out and ask you now, how far will ya let me take this?"

Apparently when horny, Kazeshini's vocabulary level dropped and started sounded a lot like Shiro-a little too much like Shiro actually-not that there was anything wrong with the way his powdered cousin spoke but-

Ichigo shook his head-mentally scolding himself for thinking of his perverted cousin at a time like this.

'What the hell is the matter with me?'

Something was palming his crotch now-blame it on the alcohol or his bad habit of drifting off at the most opportune moments but it took Ichigo a moment to realize that it was Kazeshini's hand boldly palming-kneading his over-sensitized flesh through his jeans.

Bastard!

A mild curse. One that never made its way past Ichigo's lips for try as he might to deny it-deny what his body desired he could not-would not-refused to-not this time!

Why fight human nature? Why resist temptation? Why not just let go and touch back-feel-explore-get lost in the hmmm pleasure.

Instinct was guiding Ichigo now-commanding that he hold on to something-the wall didn't seem like a very good option-not nearly solid enough-where as a body on the other hand-a hard solid well muscled masculine body was a much better choice.

Wrapping both his arms and his legs around Kazeshini-pulling the man closer. Ichigo mirrors/mimics the escorts earlier moves-lacking that certain amount of finesse-he's clumsy-a bit unsure but determined.

Ichigo refuses to embarrass him self completely.

A sound of a ding signals that Ichigo and his date (still sounds weird) have made their way into an elevator.

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He wouldn't really be considered a tease-a liar-a hypocrite if he ventured closer to Kaze's mouth (yes Kaze-its so much easier to remember and sounds that much sexier hmm yes.) Ichigo has always been a fan of the jaw line-the lips-yes that's it just a move in a little more for a closer inspection.

So what if his tongue slips inside Kaze's mouth a few times-instead of tasting high cheek bones Ichigo tastes the man's upper lip-it is smooth and rough at the same time-still it is not a big deal for it is the bottom lip that is considered more sensitive-more sensual was it not?

If Ichigo didn't have alcohol in his system right now he would surely berate himself for acting like a fool and thinking such nonsensical thoughts. Trying to justify this moment. This night.

Mouth action was mouth action there was no sugar coating it.

'But why would I want to sugar coat this anyway?'

Ichigo asks himself this question just a minute later-no less than a minute.

'I'm not tied down to anyone-and despite those stupid trips down memory lane lately I-

Ichigo is free to do what ever he wishes to do and right now Kaze's cherry flavored tongue and lips were calling out to him-too delicious to pass up.

There was one thing-one compliment-one nice thing Cirucci ever said about Ichigo during their time together-she had said that she loved his kisses. Not so much the skill but the passion-the amount of passion Ichigo put into kissing her-pleasing her.

Not that Ichigo aimed to please Kaze on this night exactly but he felt that at the very least he owed the escort a little bit of something.

After all the man had earned it right?

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(Grimmjow)

What would he do if he saw his rival making out with another person? Passionately making out with another person?

The thought had never really crossed Grimmjow's mind. Sure Kurosaki had that fling or whatever the hell it was with Kuchiki and as annoying, flirtatious, shameless as the girl (now woman) could be he'd never really considered her to be much of a threat.

Especially since it was so blatantly obvious to anyone with half a brain that the orange berry-his orange berry never carried any real interest in the fairer sex.

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FLASH

"And that makes it 475 for me and 33 for you-ah its good to be King."

"Just because you can shove your tongue down half a dozen throats without feeling anything doesn't make you a King, Grimmjow."

Keeping Tally. Keeping Score. Normally Grimmjow didn't give a damn about numbers except for when it came to besting his rival at something-this time around it was a kissing booth competition at a weekend fair.

Kurosaki's fierce/pouty looking face didn't change facts. He was losing and not happy about it.

"No reason to be jealous Kurosaki," a leer and a purr "I'd be more than happy to give you a couple of pointers."

Predictable scowl. Predictable blush. Followed up by a vicious snarl.

Grimmjow would never expect anything less out of his strawberry princess.

"Shut the hell up you bastard! Even if I was a girl I wouldn't want your lips anywhere near mine," a sneer "No telling where they've been."

The wide grin that Grimmjow had been wearing all afternoon slipped from his face.

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It was probably more out of obligation then anything else-when put under pressure Kurosaki would cave-it had always bee one of his major faults.

Then again (Grimmjow's electric blues flashed and narrowed as he moved in to get a closer look) based on Kurosaki's flushed cheeks and harsh panting-the soft moaning-wandering-questing fingers and tongues-freely, eagerly, openly exploring and being explored-

Grimmjow sneered

'Looks like you've been busy during these past few years eh princess? Mastered all the tricks of the trade? Spreading yourself like good little whore eh?'

It was jealousy talking. Jealousy and anger. And something Grimmjow refused to say out loud or at the moment even in his own mind. A jumbled mix of emotions clouding his judgment-fogging his brain

Wait a minute though! Something didn't quite add up here.

This-(Grimmjow's lip curled in disgust as he continued watching the 'show')

This didn't seem like Kurosaki at all. It was totally and completely out of character.

Grimmjow was quite convinced that his rival was more a bubble baths vs beach houses type, preferred plants and picnics over pillows and porno, fine leather not cheap latex!

Electric blues widened and then narrowed to needle point slits-

Wait a minute! Wait one fuckin' minute here!

Grimmjow moved in even more in order to confirm what he was now suspecting-

There was no mistaking it!

Fists curled-ripping open the skin of his palms.

Grimmjow ignored the blood pooling around his feet and continued to dig his blunt finger-nails into his flesh, snarling, growling and hissing like any pissed off creature would.

That slimy bastard!

How the fuck had Kaze found out about the-HIS-orange berry?

Even by rummaging through his mail no first name had been given. Snarling and hissing continued Grimmjow didn't blink or wince as his curled fist met the concrete wall-imbedding itself deeply.

The wheels in his head started spinning-things began to click-everything came into focus.

This wasn't a just some GD coincidence!

Halibel or Kuchiki or Masaki or that powdered bastard Shiro-anyone one of them had to be behind this. Hell maybe the entire group was behind this-out to make a fucking fool out of him!

Not that it mattered. No it didn't fucking matter because NOTHING-not even this would stop Grimmjow from claiming what was rightfully his!

TBC

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Next time: Yes final-freakingly we get to the coming out party…keep your eyes peeled ladies and gents…its gonna be a looooooooong one!