"Mmmnnn…" Ichigo moaned, arching off the bed as a warm heat engulfed him, "No…Grimm…ah!"

Grimmjow purred triumphantly and ran his tongue along the underside of his lover's dick, lapping at the pre come on the head.

Ichigo panted heavily and clenched the sheets, "Grimm…not again—oh!" He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a silent cry as he felt the wet muscle probe his entrance, "A-ah! Please…!"

"Please what, Berry?" Grimmjow purred, moving his mouth down the younger man's leg and nipping sharply at the sensitive flesh under his knee.

"G-Grimm!" Ichigo begged, pressing himself into the bed, "T-touch me…"

The blue haired man grinned and moved upwards, grinding his erection into his lover's, "Where do ya wanna be touched, Ichi?" he purred lecherously.

"Anywhere…everywhere…" Ichigo breathed, spreading his legs and whining softly as he was bit on the side of his neck.

Grimmjow complied, running his hands down Ichigo's sides and sliding them in-between his legs, rubbing at the tender flesh.

"Nnnngh!" Ichigo felt his need grow so bad it hurt, "Grimm…I need you! Please…fuck me!"

"Demanding little bitch." Grimmjow purred, flipping Ichigo around and propping his ass in the air, admiring the puckering entrance just begging for him, "How bad do ya want it, Ichi?"

"So bad…" Ichigo panted, burying his face in the strewn pillows, "Put it in me…please Grimm!"

With a pent up groan Grimmjow slid in, pressing his hips against Ichigo's plump ass.

"A-ahha! Y-yes…so good…" Ichigo moaned, leaning on his elbows and forearms, arching back into the hot throbbing invader.

Grimmjow held Ichigo's waist and began thrusting into him, hitting his prostate repeatedly.

"Oh fuck, oh YES! Ah! Harder…!" Ichigo demanded, rocking his hips back to meet his lover's thrusts. He felt waves of white hot pleasure electrocute his mind and nerves, sending him closer to his peak. "Grimm!"

"So tight…" Grimmjow moaned, slamming deeper and harder into the orange haired man. He reached around and began to stroke Ichigo's dick in time of his thrusts, biting his lip as he felt the entrance constrict briefly around him. He felt another stimulant add to the pleasure, a sort of burning pain that fueled his need.

Ichigo tried to hold out but the double pleasure was too much, "G-Grimmjow—!" He screamed, cumming violently into the bed sheets and his chest.

"A-ah!" Grimmjow groaned, as the velvet passage way clamped down and forced his release from him. He pulled out and flopped down next to Ichigo, riding out the orgasm.

Ichigo lowered himself into the sticky sheets and tried to catch his breath, his vision dimming slightly from the intense aftershock.

Grimmjow grinned and reached around to hold his boyfriend to his chest when a sharp twinge of pain laced through him again. He glanced at his shoulder and sneered when he realized he'd re-opened the wound. A light trickle of blood ran down his bicep and dripped on Ichigo's shoulder, sliding down to the ruined sheets.

Ichigo turned around and watched the trickle of blood weave down his lover's arm. He turned onto his other side and, with a shy grin at Grimmjow, swiped the blood off with his tongue.

Grimmjow blinked but smirked, "Kinky bitch…" he murmured, nibbling on Ichigo's exposed ear lobe.

The orange haired man hummed in the back of his throat, curling up next to Grimmjow, "You know you love it."

"Nah, I love you." Grimmjow replied without thinking, and then frowned at himself for saying something so lame.

Ichigo giggled softly and kissed him, "Love you too."

They drifted off to sleep, but, as it seemed to be a habit now-a-days, the phone went off.

A deadly silence emitted from Grimmjow and he picked up the phone, "What-the-FUCK-do-you-want?" he growled menacingly.

Ichigo giggled sleepily and snuggled up to Grimmjow, pressing his head against his chest to feel his chest vibrate as he talked.

"Nnoitra." Grimmjow snarled in a way one would say 'that motherfucker who woke me up', shifting slightly so Ichigo could rest his head easily on his chest. "Why the hell are you calling at—" he glanced at the clock, "THREE IN THE MORNING!"

Ichigo grinned as his boyfriend's chest rumbled under his head.

There was muffled talking going on from the phone which seemed to make Grimmjow madder, "You piece of shit! You woke me up just to tell me—oh…oh ok…"

Ichigo tried to listen to whatever Nnoitra was saying, but all he could catch was something that sounded like 'meat pie'.

"Yeah…yeah I know…ok I'll ask him…yeah I saw him…no he's right here…none of your fucking business!" Grimmjow growled. The phone mumbled something else and the blue haired man laughed, "Right…yeah I will…see ya Nnoi." He hung up and looked down at the orange fluff resting on his chest, "Hey Ichi?"

"Mmmn?"

"Who was the white creep you were talking to at the Miname's?"

Ichigo scowled at him, "One of my friends, and don't call him a creep."

"Whatever." Grimmjow brushed off, "Who is he?"

"Why."

Grimmjow frowned, "What do you mean why? I just wanna know his name."

"Then why don't you ask him?" Ichigo retaliated sourly, shifting so his head was back on a pillow.

"Well he's not exactly here now is he?" Grimmjow growled, glaring at Ichigo's back, "Why are you being bitchy?"

Ichigo glared at the opposite wall, "I'm not. I just think you're being nosy."

"Well Nnoitra needs to know his name and Shinji won't tell him. Who is he?" Grimmjow snapped.

Ichigo whirled around, sitting up, "Oh so Nnoitra fucking told you to ask huh? Well maybe Nnoitra should ask me himself huh!" He swung his legs out of bed and yanked on a pair of boxers from the pile of discarded clothing from the floor.

Grimmjow snarled and yanked on his own pair as Ichigo stomped out in a pair of sweat pants and was yanking a shirt over his head, "Fuck, Ichi! Wait!" He stumbled out of bed and chased him into the living room, "Where are you going?"

"Home." Ichigo snapped, searching his pockets for his keys.

"Ichi…" Grimmjow said softly, frowning, "hey, don't leave…"

"Why not? Seems you and Nnoitra have a pretty good thing set up there! You'd know all about everything I do anyway! It'll be like I didn't go anywhere!"

Grimmjow followed Ichigo to the door and then hugged him tightly from behind him, "He's missing, that's why I wanna know his name."

"Huh?" Ichigo asked, looking around, "Who?"

Grimmjow snorted tiredly, "The cre—the albino. I knew he was a friend of yours, so I was trying to get his name so I could see if Aizen or another gang person got him."

Ichigo's entire body went ridged with shock, "He's…gone?"

"I didn't want you to flip a shit…" Grimmjow started, but was interrupted when Ichigo pulled away from him.

"How long has he been missing?" he demanded quietly.

Grimmjow was slightly alarmed at Ichigo's expression. His face was flat and carefully controlled, his mouth in a hard flat line, but his eyes where shining with un-shed tears. "Since the night you went clubbing." He scanned his face silently, "Who is he?"

"His name is Hichigo Shirosaki." Ichigo murmured softly.

Grimmjow nodded and steered Ichigo gently towards the couch. They sat down and Ichigo pressed against Grimmjow. "So he's a bartender and his name is Hichigo Shirosaki." He looked down at Ichigo and frowned slightly, "What's your…connection to him? Like you said best friend but…?"

"He's…." Ichigo frowned slightly, "He's like a brother I guess. I love him like that and we've always hung out together…hah you should here some of the shit we got into…"

Grimmjow felt a sharp burning feeling surge through him, at first he thought his wound had opened up again, but then he realized it was something completely different; jealously.

Ichigo reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, hitting speed dial he called Shinji, "Hey Shin—yes I know what time it is—listen! Hichi's gone…no he's been taken…yeah ask Nnoitra…ok bye."

Grimmjow looked down at Ichigo and smiled, "Listen, I bet he can take care of himself. We'll find him."

No sooner had the words left his mouth when Ichigo's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and gasped, "It's Hichi!" He flipped it open, "Hello!"

"….is this Ichigo?" came a soft tired sounding voice.

"W-who is this?"

"…Starrk."

Ichigo frowned, "Starrk…" he saw Grimmjow whip around violently and reach for the phone.

Grimmjow frowned at the phone, "Starrk? It's Grimmjow."

"Oh…hello."

Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo, "Listen, you know something about the albino?"

"Mhm…" came the reply.

"What do you want?"

"Mhm?" Came the reply, sounding slightly startled, "oh…yes well…uh…may I talk to…Kurosaki-san?"

Grimmjow blinked and handed the phone back to Ichigo and mouthed, 'be polite.'

"Hello?" Ichigo asked.

"Kurosaki-kun…I know where…he is." The voice sighed, sounding exhausted, "get Grimmjow…to take you to…the warehouse by the docks…um….number three…"

Ichigo frowned, "How do I know this isn't a trap?"

"Well….you don't…I guess." Starrk replied and then yawned and hung up.

Ichigo stared at his phone and then looked at Grimmjow, "Do…do you know where warehouse number three on the docks is?"

(an hr later)

"Alright, remember, we go in, grab the guy, and then get the fuck out." Grimmjow snarled, looking over the back seat of his car at Ichigo, Shinji, and Nnoitra. "Shinji; wait here with Ichigo and do-not-move."

A pair of scowls answered that but Grimmjow had already turned around, "Nnoi, let's go. And remember Ichi, if we're not out in 10 minutes get the fuck outta here."

"Yeah." Ichigo grumbled, hating the plan.

Grimmjow and Nnoitra climbed out of the car and loaded their guns. Nnoitra also slipped on a pair of brass knuckles, "Let's go."

They ran like shadows to a tin warehouse with a runny black 3 painted on each side. The place reeked of trash, rats, and rotten things. Grimmjow and Nnoitra where dressed in tight dark jeans and their usual black sweatshirts. They snuck around and opened the back door easily with a pick. Nnoitra covered for him while Grimmjow prowled in and looked around quickly; out of the pair of them he had the best eye sight in the dark. A single thing caught his attention. A body bag was lying in the corner behind some crates like a forgotten wrapper. He pointed it out to Nnoitra and they proceeded stealthily down the stairs and towards the bag. Grimmjow put his gun down and knelt by the black bag. With a quick zip he peered inside to see the pale face of the bartender at Miname's. Grimmjow unzipped the entire bag and felt for a pulse…there! He was alive! Grimmjow grabbed the guy and flung him over his shoulder, motioning to Nnoitra with his head, let's get the fuck outta here.

They exited and closed the door, hardly daring to believe their luck—the entire thing had only taken about 7 minutes.

They returned to the car and tossed the unconscious albino in the back seat on Ichigo's lap before jumping in the front seat and peeling off and speeding out of there.

A small black object turned slightly to watch the car speed away and adjusted its lenses.

"Interesting." Aizen murmured, looking at his companion.

"M'hm!" Gin said, "They're quite tha' trouble makers after all I did ta get 'im!"

Aizen smiled, "But it was worth it."