Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques, 6'2", and a twenty seven year old workaholic. He was employed in the field of law enforcement so being away from home and on the job for hours on end was kind of a given. He didn't really mind it though because he honestly enjoyed his job.

Even after five years it was still thrilling and fulfilling and it didn't hurt that it payed a pretty penny as well. It hadn't at first, going out and bringing in assholes who thought they could skip out on their court dates wasn't all that rewarding when you were only given the small fry that broke down and sobbed and cried and got snot everywhere except on a tissue as they told you their life story that you honestly couldn't be bothered to give a shit about. But, as you earned a reputation and rose through the ranks of the company you were given targets that pitched certified bitch fits and were a danger to themselves and others, and coincidentally, you earned more cash. Those men and often times, women, were the ones Grimmjow was tasked with finding, subduing, and bringing in, and he did it well.

You've probably guessed by now that Grimmjow was no cop, far from it actually, at least, he liked to think that for cops made him sick. Most of them -and that was giving them the benefit of the doubt- were pretentious shitheads. Especially those lowly street grunts who were stuck doing routine traffic stops and street patrols. Those fuckers thought they were tough shit. They liked to pretend they were doing a public service for the community but they were really just supreme dickheads by name and by nature.

Grimmjow could have easily become one of those low pay grade pigs, cruising around in his bacon mobile, harassing people who were barely going five miles over the speed limit in a 40 mile per hour speed zone when the suggested limit was about to change to 50 miles per hour not half a mile later, but frankly, he'd rather gouge his own eyes out. That is why he decided to become a bail bonds enforcer. He was practically a licensed and legal bounty hunter. He got to have all the thrill of hunting people down and using brute force to bring them in. He got to break into peoples houses and carry around his very own registered firearm without having to don the unmistakable uniform of an officer, because he really wasn't one.

Most cops didn't have very much respect for bail enforcement agents and would take any chance they could to badger them with their holier than thou attitudes but, Grimmjow couldn't care less. Most of those fuckers were pussies that had gone through extensive training in some type of camp just to get to where they were; directing traffic with their bare hands when traffic lights went down. Grimmjow liked to take pride in the fact that he was a tough motherfucker and any extensive training he'd gone through had all been done on his own time and through his own will. He had a body that made a lot of the men and women he worked with envious; men because he made them look puny and women because they couldn't have him. He loved that it pissed people off too because A, it inspired others to work on themselves and B, it was entertaining as shit.

Thanks to his hard work over the years Grimmjow had become one of the best, highest paid, and most distinguishable -he had blue hair, nobody forgets that- bail enforcement agents Kyoka Suigetsu Bail Bonds had to offer and, despite the fact that haters were singing his name like a professional choir, he had the respect of most of his peers even with him being homosexual. That's right, Grimmjow was as straight as a winding mountain road and even had a boyfriend whom he'd been with since freshman year in college and planned to one day marry.

A small smile reached his lips as he coasted down the road on his way home to see said boyfriend. Shuuhei had been everything Grimmjow had needed back in college. He'd been his friend, he'd kept him motivated, made sure he'd stayed out of trouble, and took care of his every sexual need. Grimmjow's parents had never been there for him, his mother having fucked off to God knows where when he was just a small boy and his father working as a pilot, meaning he was hardly ever home. Grimmjow had practically raised himself, other members of his family not caring enough to check in on him. He could proudly say that he didn't do that bad though, graduating high school with a decent enough GPA and getting into the community college where he'd met Shuuhei. It was so cliche but they had been roommates and it had been hate at first sight, at least, on Grimmjow's part it had been. He'd fucked with so many girls back in high school one would think he was the straightest guy to ever have walked the planet but Shuuhei had shot that to shit in about two days flat.

The raven haired boy walked around in little to nothing, flaunting his toned body like some sort of runway model, teasing Grimmjow with the sight of him bending over for any and every reason he could find. Grimmjow had always been an ass man. He loved a nice, round, firm rear and Shuuhei definitely had that. Then, there were the times when the black haired teen would shed all of his clothing, put on some gay porn, and get intimate with his hand, not even bothering to tone down his moans and even having the nerve to call out Grimmjow's name when he climaxed.

He'd found it disgusting.

He'd gotten hard.

He'd jerked of three times in the same day afterwords.

It was around that time Grimmjow began rethinking his preferences and what he had found was unsettling. Back in his whoring high school days he had always sought women out after catching himself looking at a man too long. Almost every time he could remember sleeping with a girl, the times he wasn't shit faced at some party and he had taken the time to find a suitable partner instead of taking one that decided they were human barnacles and clung all over him, it was because he felt he needed to gain some sense of masculinity back. He'd been able to ignore it for year and there Shuuhei was with his devil may care attitude and 'come fuck me' gazes, making Grimmjow realize he may have possibly been gay, or at the very least, bisexual.

It'd pissed him off so naturally he'd ended up having sex with Shuuhei and it had turned out to be one of the best experiences of his life. Even so, the day after fucking the guy, Grimmjow went into this sort of homophobic phase and refused to go back to his and Shuuhei's shared dorm room for almost a week. The black haired teen had called and texted Grimmjow every day he'd been gone and when Grimmjow had finally gotten the gall to come back to the dorm, he'd had the shit beaten out of him by a pissed Shuuhei. That beating had ended in a round of hot sex and a no longer straight or single Grimmjow. He hadn't found even one women slightly appealing since then and it didn't bother him in the least as long as he got to see his sexy boyfriend's tattooed face at the end of his long days.

Shuuhei worked at a small shop that sold various sexual paraphernalia and his hours were pretty lax so he was often times home most, if not all, of the day. That thought made Grimmjow frown some. Shuuhei was a wild bed partner. Sex was something he loved to engage in. He wasn't exactly as insatiable as Grimmjow was which was frustrating at times, but he more than made up for it with skill. Sadly, sex was something that had been lacking in their relationship as of late because Grimmjow was always too tired when he got home. It had become normal when he arrived home after a long day of work, for his main priorities to be eating, taking a shit, showering, going to sleep, and then, if he had time, he'd give Shuuhei a little loving before going work again. And, by loving he meant a blow job here and there. He couldn't even really remember the last time he'd actually penetrated his lover and he knew it was taking a toll on the other if the diverse assortment of sex toys Grimmjow had been finding around was anything to go by. It still felt so weird to him; usually he was the one taking care of his still able erection after only three rounds of sex, but now it was Shuuhei that was having the problem after a whopping zero rounds of fucking. That was why when he did have time for making love, he'd make sure he left Shuuhei stupidly sated and unable to do anything but dreamlessly sleep. That way Grimmjow didn't feel so guilty for being so negligent

A smirk quirked his lips as his and Shuuhei's apartment complex came into view. He was going to screw the little minx's brains out that night, as it was Friday and he had the next two days off. He had kept that information a secret from Shuuhei because he wanted it to come as a surprise and he couldn't wait to see the look on his lover's face when he got home. It was only 6:46 pm and he usually didn't get home until around 10 or 11 at night. Shuuhei was going to be ecstatic.

Pulling into the driveway, Grimmjow parked his car in his assigned space, killing the engine and locking the doors after retrieving his coat. Taking the elevator, it took not half of thirty seconds to get to his door, Grimmjow not thinking anything of said door already being unlocked. Shuuhei had a habit of not locking it when he was home. "If it isn't you, their ass is as good as kicked if they walk through that door"he'd said.

Chuckling to himself, Grimmjow quietly closed the door and tossed his keys on the door side table, taking in the state of the place. Shuuhei wasn't in the immediate area which was weird because most of the lights were still on as well as the television that was displaying nothing but static. Shuuhei was usually a light Nazi and would give Grimmjow the third degree every time he so much as left one light on.

After turning the lights and TV off, Grimmjow dropped his coat on the couch and looked towards the bedroom door, frowning when he noticed the light was on in there as well. Walking towards the door, Grimmjow decided to call out to Shuuhei, his pace increasing when there was no answer. He stepped into their room and scanned, finding no black haired boyfriends anywhere. Calling his lover's name again, Grimmjow checked the bathroom but the man wasn't in there either. Going back in the bedroom Grimmjow was about to search the rest of the apartment freezing at the door when he heard a low drawn out moan that sounded a lot like Shuuhei. It had come from the closet.

Was Shuuhei masturbating in the closet?

Deciding to scare the weirdo, Grimmjow yanked the closet door open with a wide smile on his face.

Nothing.

Then, there was another moan, louder this time. It sounded like it was coming from next door. His smile immediately turned downwards. Grimmjow remembered Shuuhei talking about some guy who had moved in to the apartment next door a couple of days ago. He'd said the guys name was Hugo or something. His lover had mentioned that the guy was pretty cool and that they'd probably get along really well.

"Oh fuck yeah, r-right there! Harder!"

Grimmjow backed out of the closet as quickly as he could, his heart tap dancing violently in his chest. That voice. It was definitely Shuuhei's, there was no mistaking it.

He stood, stock still, listening to the moans of the two men on the other side of the wall for a whole five minutes before any emotion aside from shock decided to take hold of him. Next thing he knew, Grimmjow was in front of his neighbors door, turning the handle that was conveniently unlocked. He didn't care if he was basically breaking and entering, he wanted to confirm if what he was hearing was true.

With heavy feet Grimmjow trudged up to what had to be a bedroom, hearing his boyfriend's voice loud and clear. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned the knob, pushing the door open and staring with wide eyes at the scene in front of him. There, in the middle of a queen sized mattress, was his boyfriend being vigorously drilled into the bed by another man.

"Shuuhei?"

Grimmjow didn't even recognize his own voice as he spoke. It sounded so weak. So hurt. The actions of the two on the bed promptly came to a stop, a head of orange whipping around to meet Grimmjow's pained gaze with a look of utter surprise.

"G-Grimmjow!?" came Shuuhei's voice, still laden with whatever pleasure he was still feeling at the moment.

"Who the fuck is that?!" the orange headed man said as Shuuhei sat bolt upright and pushed him back, his still hard member slapping against his lower stomach as it was dislodged from Shuuhei's body.

"W-what are you doing here Grimm, I-I thought-"

Before his cheating piece of shit boyfriend could finish that sentence Grimmjow was gone, stalking angrily out of the apartment and into an elevator. He had to get out of there or he was going to go ape shit and beat the hell out of Shuuhei or the fucker who thought he could fuck him, or hell, both of them.

How could he do this shit to me?! After all these fucking years?! Grimmjow mentally shouted. He was so angry he didn't even stop to get into his car -it's not like I have my damn keys anyway- instead storming down the sidewalk with a scathing sneer on his face.

He needed a drink.


AN: I'd like to stress the fact that I do NOT own Bleach or any of it's characters and this story will contain Yaoi.

I am no expert on bail enforcement agents so please don't crucify me if I got something horribly wrong. Having said that, feel free to correct me if you find any mistakes that are just too unsightly to let go. This story does start off as GrimmShuu but there will be no GrimmShuu action in the story. Does that make sense? Of course it does? 'Kay bye.

-SP