Hey folks, sorry this is late, really struggling with this one now. And i know this is a teeny chapter but its ACTION PACKED! which actually means it's probably not that well written, action is not my forte - unless its sex, i do like writing that ;-)

Anyway, another chapter or perhaps two of this fic before it's put to bed for keeps, hope this goes down alright with everyone. As soon as i've updated this i'm replying to reviews cos you guys rock, seriously!

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Chapter 21

Ichigo winced as he pivoted on his foot, the pain quite intense after an hour or so dancing. He'd dosed himself up on basic pain killers but had refused anything stronger from Ginjo even though the man was quite persuasive. He was due for a break in a few minutes anyway and he planned on cuddling up to his lover for the fifteen minutes and getting the bigger man to sooth away his hurt in the best way. Well not the best way but they were in public after all.

He was still a little concerned about his illness the night before, especially as he had no memory of it. The smell in the bathroom that morning told him someone had been sick but all he had was the queasy feeling in his stomach and the ache in his muscles to tell him it was him.

He attempted a smile for the midway pause, where he finally got the girl to join him properly before the pair of them started to dance and the girl looked him in the face, her face full of apology still.

"Cut, you guys remember you are supposed to be in love right? You are supposed to want to look at each other."

Ichigo just rolled his eyes; there was a very good reason at the end of his leg for his less than enthusiastic smile; the girl needed to suck it up though. Her name was Rangiku and she had been dancing professionally for over two years. Clearly she still had to work on her grace.

"Right, fifteen minutes, not a second more and I want to see some real affection in your eyes when you come back!"

Ichigo limped off towards his lover, Grimmjow sitting slouched in a chair on the other side of the set. He paused at a clothes rack to pull his robe off and put it on, not wanting to be sitting on his lover's knee in just his underwear. He was getting to keep the three pairs of boxers from the shoot at the end of it but he doubted he'd actually wear them for an entire day with how clingy they were. He grabbed a bottle of water off the refreshments table, checking the seal was unbroken through habit before opening it and downing nearly half of it. Someone bumped him from behind and he dropped his lid by accident, bending down to retrieve it automatically.

"Sorry Ichigo, I didn't realise how close you were."

Ichigo turned as he straightened, seeing Tsukishima behind him. "Don't worry about it." Ichigo went to leave, not wanting to waste anymore of his short time with from Grimmjow. His arm was grabbed, stopping him before he could get far.

"Don't leave, why don't you want to talk to me?"

Ichigo had his normal frown on, wondering how to answer that question without being overly rude to an employer. "I just want to sit down, my foot really hurts."

"Not a problem." Tsukishima pushed him backwards slightly, hands on Ichigo's hips until Ichigo felt a stool at his rear. "See, now we can talk." Ichigo was now sitting but the hands were still on his hips. The tall man stepped closer, nearly in-between Ichigo's legs.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but can you back off please? I don't know what your aim is but you are making me uncomfortable." Ichigo felt that was a fairly mature way of saying hands off pervert.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable Ichi; in fact I wouldn't mind getting more comfortable."

Ichigo stood up, forcibly removing the hands on his person and stepping out of reach. "No, that's enough. I am not interested in doing anything with you except work. I have a boyfriend; he's even in the room. Do not touch me."

Tsukishima smiled gently at Ichigo like he was a young boy, tilting his head as he looked down. He reached out one of his long fingers and brushed the hair off Ichigo's forehead. "Silly boy, your boyfriend doesn't seem to care, he's not even moving when I touch you. He clearly doesn't care." He proved his point, running a hand along Ichigo's arm. "I think he's a little distracted mind you."

Ichigo snapped his eyes to his lover, seeing the man was no longer alone and a girl Ichigo didn't recognise straddling his legs, Grimmjow's long powerful arms holding her tight as she buried her face in his neck. His eyes were closed and his head back against the top of the couch. One of the girl's hands was palming his crotch and he was moving his hips against it, one of his hands buried in her long blond hair.

Tsukishima's hand travelled further down and ran over the silk covered bottom, squeezing the tight, toned muscles as he stepped close to Ichigo once more.

The boy had truly had enough. First Aizen, now this dick thinking they can just touch him anywhere they liked. Maybe Starrk was right; this body was more hassle that it was worth. He reached round and grabbed the hand off his ass, twisting it as he held it up, squeezing the delicate bones in his strong hand.

"My body, my rules. You were told not to touch." He squeezed harder, keeping a calm face as the man cried out. Tsukishima tried to get his hand away but he was no match for the strong grip. Ichigo could hold his entire body weight with one hand and twist it around, the fine bones of a slim man were no match for him. The grip tightened, the man dropping to his knees. "What did you do to Grimmjow?" He hesitated, so Ichigo squeeze, feeling something give in his hand.

"Alright, his water was drugged."

"What with?" Another squeeze was necessary to get an answer.

"GBH."

Ichigo frowned, recognising the name. "Liquid ecstasy? What the hell are you doing with that, and why are you using it on my boyfriend?"

Liquid ecstasy is a street name for the date rape drug GBH and Ichigo knew about it from his days as a pole dancer as well as how to know if it was getting used on you. It was one of the reasons he always checked water bottles to see if they were tampered with but it was nearly untraceable in carbonated drinks.

"You fuck, was that in my lemonade on Friday night?" This time he really squeezed, hearing the crack this time. He didn't enjoy the slight scream from the man but he certainly didn't relax his grip.

"Yes! Ginjo put it in your glass."

Ichigo drew back his fist and punched the guy in the jaw, slightly enjoying the thump he made as he impacted the ground. He trotted over to his lover, cursing his sore foot and reached out, grabbing a handful of blond hair, yanking back as hard as he could. The girl shrieked out, sitting up straight before falling off Grimmjow's knee to the floor.

"What is your fucking problem?" She glared at him, Ichigo recognising the face as the other makeup artist, the one working on the female dancer.

"My fucking problem is that he is mine. Get you claws off him." Ichigo glanced down to see Grimmjow still sitting the way he was, head back and eyes closed.

"I didn't know he was a fucking fag. He certainly wasn't complaining." She stood, hands on her hips as she tried to gain back some dignity.

Ichigo was kneeling next to his lover, pulling his face round. "He's been drugged you bitch. He'd never look at you. Grimmjow?" His lover's skin was pale and he wasn't coming round when Ichigo called his name or slapped him gently. Ichigo pressed his fingers under Grimmjow's jaw, feeling for a pulse. He found it eventually and it was sluggish, far too slow for normal even if he was unconscious.

Ichigo started hunting Grimmjow's pockets for his phone, finding it and pulling it free. He pressed for the emergency caller and was just putting in the number when his shoulder was grabbed. He turned, knocking the hand away with one hand while holding the phone to his ear. Ginjo was standing looking angry, Tsukishima behind him while the director looked confused just behind that.

"Ichigo, put the phone down. We can talk about this." Ginjo put his hand out to take the phone from the younger man.

"Hello Police Superintendent Starrk?" Ichigo was watching the faces around him, enjoying the paling skin of the two men right in front of him.

"Ichigo, what's wrong?"

"Someone's drugged Grimmjow, he needs help. And I need the police." Ichigo had to pull the phone away from his ear to avoid having it taken from him. He danced off to the side, ignoring his screaming foot.

"Are you still at the commercial thing? I have your location and I can get someone to you right away, are you safe?"

Starrk was answered when Ichigo screamed, Ginjo stamping on his foot. The rest of what he had to say to the boy was lost when Ginjo kicked the phone out of his hand, Ichigo now on the floor.

"You stupid little fuck, how did you get that number?"

"I'm stupid? The Superintendant is his step dad. You are in shit now."

Ginjo kicked Ichigo in the gut to shut him up, the boy still chuckling. Ginjo looked around seeing the crew of the shoot looking in horror as he pummelled the boy. A couple from the camera crew were backing away, heading for the door before legging it and Rangiku wasn't far behind them. The director was wringing his hands, starting to say things before cutting off.

"Is it still here?"

Ichigo looked up, smirk still on his face no matter how much pain he was in. Ginjo looked over at his partner in crime and Tsukishima pointed to a silver case lying on the pile of equipment at the back.

Ginjo went to walk over to it but Ichigo kicked out his legs, tripping him and pinning him with one arm up his back.

"You really need to pay more attention to the people you are trying to fuck with. Why you thought you could drug me I don't know but you'll regret it." Ichigo lashed out, catching the side of the man's head with his good foot and stunning him. He stood and turned to the other. "Why? Tell me and I'll not shatter your other hand." Ichigo stood straight, his robe open and fluttering around him, exposing the muscled expanse with its ink highlights.

"You were just a little boy, trying to be a dancer. You were supposed to be an easy target, just someone to play with."

"Are you having fun yet?" Ichigo started to walk closer, the man backing up slightly as he approached. Ichigo paused, raising his hands as a slim black gun was pulled from the man's pocket. It wasn't a big calibre but at the distance it would be big enough. "Seriously? A gun?"

"Well as you have found I'm not exactly the fighting type." He levelled the gun at the unconscious man on the sofa, Ichigo stepping in the way without a thought.

"Why Grimmjow?" Ichigo still had his hands out in a placating manner.

"He was just in the way, it was you we wanted."

"Why Liquid E?"

"Well we just so happen to have it handy." His eyes shot over to the case, still at the equipment stand.

Ichigo rolled his eyes, the lame plot coming to him. He didn't get to give a witty reply however as the door banged open, three figures in police uniforms entering, drawing their weapons when they saw the gun. The gun in Tsukishima's hand wavered, snapping over to the officers before returning to point back at Ichigo. Ichigo put his hands up in the required 'surrender' but his face was still displaying his belligerent expression.

The gun didn't drop, no matter how many times the policeman asked but it did start to shake, there was only so long you can support a chunk of metal with your arm extended after all. The doors banged once more, making the gun jump as Tsukishima heard the noise.

"Drop the gun."

Not said particularly loudly but it seemed to be much more effective this time, the gun dropping to the man's side as he turned to the new speaker.

Ichigo though he'd seen Starrk angry, remembering the day he'd rescued him from Aizen and again that day in the hospital but that expression was now relabelled as annoyed. This was anger, this was pure fury. Starrk quickly clocked his step son on the couch and his lover standing between him and the gunman.

"Ichigo are you alright?" Starrk looked over at him, taking the nod from the boy at face value no matter what he looked like. "Grimmjow? Grimm?" He spoke loudly, trying to get a response but none came. Starrk moved closer, needing to see better but stopped as soon as the gun was raised again, this time pointing at Ichigo's head.

"Back off, everyone, get out of the room."

"Not happening." Starrk had drawn his own weapon, a much larger hand gun and he held it in a two hand grip, supporting the weight with his spare hand.

"So this boy doesn't matter? It doesn't matter if I shoot him?"

Starrk glanced at Ichigo, wanting to see how the boy was handling the weapon in his face; he seemed not bothered which was slightly worrying in itself. "Of course he matters, which is why you aren't going to hurt him. I don't think you really wanted to hurt anyone, you've just got caught up in something, is that right?"

Ichigo could see the gun trembling again, flinching as the man readjusted his grip. "Shukuro, do you want to shoot me?" The use of the man's first name caught his attention and he looked into Ichigo's eyes, the boy trying to keep calm.

"No, of course not."

Ichigo stepped forward, keeping his hands clear and visible. "I didn't think so; can you give me the gun please?" Ichigo stepped again, holding one hand out palm down, the other out to the side. The robe fell off his shoulder, exposing him more and he used it, tilting his body.

"Ichigo, don't." Starrk hissed through his teeth, the boy just sending a quick frown his way before returning his full gaze at the man. He felt the gaze travel his body, hesitating around his middle before finishing at his face, looking in his eyes again.

Ichigo was right in front of the taller man, looking up through his eyelashes at the man and feeling the heated gaze returned. "Give me the gun Shukuro, it's not worth this." The man reached out, holding the gun sideways to put it in Ichigo's palm as tears started to streak down his face.

Just as Ichigo put his hand around the gun, a shot rang out, Ichigo's eyes widening as he looked at the weapon in his hand. He hadn't felt the shot and the gun wasn't hot but he definitely heard something. He looked around, seeing the panic on other's faces, especially Starrk. That made Ichigo turn to Grimmjow, the gun now firmly in his possession as he twisted. He somehow ended on his knees and seeing that Grimmjow hadn't moved and wasn't injured just made him smile. He blinked sleepy eyes, looking round to Starrk and was surprised at how close the man had got without him noticing, he was also really tall and kind of fuzzy.

His eyes were really heavy and he blinked again, trying to clear them and work out what Starrk was trying to say but it was too hard so he just closed his eyes, feeling his whole body relax.

Yeah, I know.