Okay had random dose of inspiration and trying to get my writing flowing again.
I was shocked that I just pounded this out.

Hope it's alright, thinking of finally trying to piece together the story that has been brewing behind my one-shots.

Renji panted as he ran down side street after side street, listening, scanning for any hint of Shiro and that thug. His heart was racing more from panic than exertion now. He had to find Shiro. Stopping dead, Renji gripped his knees as he panted, trying to collect his thoughts. Gathering what Grimmjow's intentions might be for Shiro he felt a bubble of jealousy tare through him. He wouldn't let that bastard touch Shiro.

They must have disbanded from the group to go somewhere private. Renji's teeth ground together at the thought. It must be somewhere close by. He tuned in on his surroundings, listening with all his might.

Where are you Shiro?

Shiro bared his teeth at Grimmjow, fight renewed in his eyes. Grimmjow leaned forward quickly, noses brushing as he pressed his lips more demanding against Shiro's only to grunt and pull away, blood dribbling down his chin.

"You little bitch!"

Shiro brought his legs up and booted Grimmjow square in the chest, satisfied at the 'oof' as Grimmjow banged off the wall, falling to his knees, winded.

"You ... little ... fucker!" He coughed, gasping for air.

Shiro grinned maliciously, jumping off the table and tugging on his bindings, frowning as seconds ticked by and he couldn't free himself. Grimmjow had tied his hands up damn good.

"Fuck it." Shiro span towards to door and just as he ran towards it fell flat on his face with a surprised yell as Grimmjow caught his ankle.

Laughter filled the room. "You think it'd be that easy."

Shiro kicked his foot out frantically trying to loosen the iron grip. "Get the fuck off me! I swear t' God!"

"You swear to God what? You gonna kick my ass?" Grimmjow taunted, a slow smirk spreading across his face as Shiro just huffed in annoyance. "Didn't think so."

Shiro yelped again as he was yanked to his feet and thrown against the door, knocking the wind out of him. He glared through his pain and disorientation as best he could. "The - fuck!"

Dodger blue eyes met his once more, as penetrating as ever. He started to feel his brief bout of determination desolve. Fuck this blue haired devil. Fuck him all the way to hell and back. Shiro growled at himself, it was just what the bastard wanted.

"You got any more fight in you?" a growl rumbled in his ear, lips brushing over the lobe causing a shiver to shoot down his spine. Why did this guy hold such power over his body? Why was it responding to the bastard so easily? He sure as hell didn't want it to!

"Plenty," spat Shiro, snarling at Grimmjow as their eyes connected. Shiro, still panting at the physical exertion, was becoming slowly aware of how their bodies were pressed flush against each other. How he could feel every hard plane of Grimmjow's muscled torso. How close their groins were. Shiro felt that betraying blush creeping back over his face as Grimmjow grinned ferally. Fuck. He couldn't think, they were too close for comfort. He almost sighed with relief as he felt the pressure of Grimmjow's body lift and focused on the blue eyes once again as a hand gripped his neck, tilting his head to the side as a pair of soft lips crushed his.

The feeling that ripped through him was almost electric and he immediately lost himself within it, groaning as he reciprocated Grimmjow's movements, hands tugging at their bindings. Fuck, it felt so good to just lose himself in the moment. He almost forgot why he was in the situation on the first place until he heard the tinkle of his belt.

Forcing his head to the side, breaking the mind blowing kiss, Shiro growled again. "Stop!"

"No." Grimmjow grinned at the defiant gold glare. Those eyes intrigued him enough to pause for a moment. So expressive, so gold. Weird. Grin widening, his hand slipped between them, running over Shiro's chest and nipples lightly. Shiro's breath caught in his throat, he could feel himself already getting hard. He cursed out loud. This is just my fucking luck, he thought bitterly, trust me to develope a sick fetish like this. Maybe he should just succumb to the inevitable. No, he couldn't allow that for pride's sake.

"Fuck."

"Already?" Grimmjow licked his lips sadistically. "I was gonna play with you some more."

"I'm not a fucking toy," said Shiro vehemently. "I'm not something you can just fuck around with."

"Oh yeah?" said Grimmjow, a challenging edge to his voice. "Watch me."

His head dipped into Shiro's neck, biting his jugular firmly, eliciting a surprised groan. With wide eyes, Shiro panted, angry at himself for letting slip that noise of pleasure. Why was Grimmjow so good at this? He felt a muffled laugh against the abused skin and a tongue ran sensually across it. Shiro voiced his pleasure once more to his disdain. He didn't want this guy to win. No matter how much he was up for this sexual escapade now, his pride still screamed to beat this guy up. Or escape. Or something, anything, than this.

It was so demeaning. And so good, Shiro thought as his lids slipped closed the dexterous tongue and fingers working their magic over his erogonous zones. The moan that escaped him this time was much louder and made Grimmjow's cock twitch. This guy was going to be a good fuck.

And he was starting to get impatient.

He pulled back to study his victim, Shiro's cheeks tinged pink as he rested his head back against the door, eyes shut and lips parted as he panted. Sexy. Grimmjow licked his lips again with lust. Yeah, Shiro definitely was going to be a good fuck. He ran his tongue up Shiro's neck and pulled back to meet the molten golden gaze with a devilish smirk before he dived in to capture those soft lips with his own. Shiro practically melted into him this time, fully letting himself succumb to the pleasure he was receiving from Grimmjow, groaning into the kiss as rough hands pinched his nipples.

There was only so much teasing Shiro could take.

"Shit!" Shiro panted heavily as they broke for air. "Untie me."

Grimmjow raised his eyebrow at the demand. "Why should I?"

"Just untie me," Shiro grit his teeth together, not willing to explain himself.

Grimmjow's lips quirked and he leaned closer, that familiar deviant smirk on display. "Why should I?"

Shiro grit his teeth at the deliberately slow tone. "Just do it."

He was spun around roughly and pressed face first into the door. Shiro growled as his cheek banged against the hard wood. "You fucker!"

"Gotta love yer passion Shiro," said Grimmjow with a goading laughter. He felt the bindings loosen and fall from his wrists and he grinned triumphantly into the door before he spun around and caught Grimmjow off balance enough to shove him down onto the table.

"Looks like yer going a tad soft, Grimm," Shiro grinned almost manically down at the wide eyes glaring up at him in shock. "Ya shouldn't've untied me."

Lips smashed against Grimmjows and he almost smirked into the kiss, speaking when they broke apart. "Maybe I should've done it sooner."

"Cocky bastard," growled Shiro as his hands tore apart Grimmjow's white shirt, eyes drinking in the muscle underneath hungrily. He hummed in approval before jumping on the table, pinning Grimmjow underneath him, knees on either side. Their heavy breathing was loud inside the small, hot room as Shiro throw his own shirt off, tugging on Grimmjow's belt.

His ears pricked up at the sound of some muffled shouting, banging and moaning coming from a window down the backstreet he just stomped past. Coming to an abrupt halt, Renji listened for a moment of silence then turned back towards the alley as he heard a familiar voice shout 'Fuck!'

"Shiro!" he whispered to himself and frantically ran down the alley trying to find the right window. A loud bang came from the one on his left and he turned and stopped dead, his jaw dropping open. Shiro was standing on the other side, his shirt hanging open to expose an abused jugular and a wild glint in his eyes as he stared down on his prey. The blue haired thug had just been slammed onto the tabletop and was now staring up with astonishment as Shiro climbed ontop of him, crushing their lips together.

Renji couldn't hear the words exchanged between them but he could feel the jealousy bubble within him as he stared, rooted to the spot. Snapping himself out of it, he darted towards the iron door near the window and kicked every door down in the hallway until he reached the writhing bodies on the table.

Shiro's head snapped round as Renji burst through the door behind them, his face contorted with rage as he tore Shiro off Grimmjow with a yell.

"C'mon Shiro!" Renji ground out as he yanked Shiro out of the room and bolted down the hallway, back out of that rusty iron door and into the evening air. Shiro's brain had apparently stayed behind in that small, sweaty room with Grimmjow as he failed to comprehend what just happened. "C'mon, Shiro, move!"

He shook his head, trying to clear it as Renji kept dragging him through the streets and forced him to a stop. "Wh-"

"We need to get back," Renji almost pleaded, trying to cover up the hurt he was feeling. "Just move yer arse Shiro."

Shiro stood for a moment, studying his friend's behaviour before nodding, sighing as his brain ran over the past half hour at rapid speed, and followed his friend as he stalked off.

What the fuck just happened?