Chapter 6

"That was some dance there Toshiro." Ichigo stated as the two made their way to the bar, making Toshiro blush. Both men were feeling the effects from the alcohol they'd had. Toshiro hated admitting it but he loved dancing, even more so with Ichigo. There was something very sexy about rubbing all over your partner in a mass of watching people.

Toshiro looked up at the orangette as he ordered both of them more drinks. Their date had turned out really great. They had quite a bit in common and seemed to really complement each other. Dinner had been relaxed and fun, no pressure at all. And after a few hours at the club it just topped of the evening, or should he say morning, Toshiro thought.

"To a great first date." Ichigo toasted. They clinked their last drinks and downed them, never taking their eyes off each other.

After stepping out of the bustling club the men paused somewhat awkwardly. "So…" Toshiro began. "I guess I should be heading home." Just like that, Toshiro got the very sudden urge to kiss him. It just seemed like the best way to end the night. "But before that…" He reached up and grabbed the taller man's collar, bringing him down to Toshiro's level, and put their lips together. Originally, Toshiro had meant it as more of a chaste, goodnight kiss, but their desires caught up with them. Soon their tongues were fighting for dominance as their arms wrapped around each other possessively.

Eventually they had to break apart for air. Panting heavily, teal and brown eyes clashed. Toshiro could feel his normally rational mind fading. He wanted Ichigo. Now. He dived back in, startling the other.

"Mmm. Toshiro." Ichigo moaned heavily. "As much as I love what you're doing let's not do it on the street. Come on, let's go back to my loft, it's just a few blocks away." Ichigo turned and led them down the street. At that moment, Toshiro would've followed Ichigo anywhere.

Back inside the night club, a blue haired man watched the couple leave. He grinned maliciously. It hadn't taken Grimmjow that long to find the orangette. Ichigo didn't seem to understand the concept of lying long, which made Grimmjow's job that much easier. He really hadn't traveled far from the Arrancars; he just moved a few towns over. Did he not think they would find him? Grimmjow shrugged, it didn't really matter.

He pulled out his phone, selecting the first person in his contacts. While he waited for the boss to answer, he smirked at how happy the boss would be. He had located the orangette and only in a matter of a few day.

The phone clicked as the albino answered. "Hey Shiro, I found your King for you."

Ichigo was very distracted as he tried to unlock the door. Whatever Toshiro was doing underneath his shirt felt fan-freaking-tastic. Eventually he somehow how managed to get inside and shut the door. It was then Ichigo took out his revenge. He threw off Toshiro's shirt and repeated whatever Toshiro had done to him.

Feeling he had thoroughly tortured the smaller man; he returned to those devilish lips. Ichigo couldn't help but think Toshiro gave as good as he got. He returned the kiss with fervor, no hesitation at all. Toshiro's hands were inching their way back inside Ichigo's shirt, blunt nails lightly scratching the orangette's skin. Gradually those small hands worked the shirt off. It too ended up somewhere on the floor.

Eventually Ichigo got tired of bending over; he grabbed the back of Toshiro's legs and lifted him up. The smaller man squeaked before he wrapped his legs around Ichigo's waist. Ichigo turned and tried to make his way to the bedroom. It proved quite difficult with a certain person rubbing on him.

When Ichigo felt the bed hit his knees, he set down Toshiro. Once he let the object of his desire go, it gave Ichigo a chance to think. It made him think they were moving too fast. Their first night together shouldn't be influenced by alcohol.

Ichigo knew that this was the right decision, but that didn't stop his body from feeling the way it was. "Toshiro." He said trying to gain the attention of the man lying on the bed, only to realize he was asleep. Ichigo chuckled. Who falls asleep in the middle of that?

Still chuckling, Ichigo climbed into the bed and pulled the white haired man close. Toshiro subconsciously snuggled closer and Ichigo wrapped him in his arms protectively before he too succumbed to sleep.