Starrk sits at the bar and orders sake. He looks at the bartender cleaning the glass beer cup. "Where's the owner?" Starrk asks as the bartender starts pouring his first round.
"In the back filing paper work... I think." The younger blonde haired man says. He looks into Starrk's face so intensely that he over pours the drink and accidentally allows it to spill down the table and into Starrk's suit pants. "I'm so sorry. Allow me to clean you up and pay for that." The adorable bartender rushes to get a hand towel and starts wiping Starrk down
"No its fine." He tries to soothe the paranoid kid.
"No it isn't, I'm a klutz and I'm new here so..." He rubs the towel on the spill between Starrk's legs feeling him up. "Are you sure, there's nothing I can do?" The young bartender tries his best at seducing him.
"He said its fine!" Szayel looks at the two of them like they've been caught cheating.
"Umm.. I thought you were busy." Starrk nervously pushes the mans hand off his lap.
"What are you doing?" Szayel's face turns green with jealousy. Starrk stands up off the barstool and walks over to him.
"I came to see you before I go on vacation." He hugs Szayel tightly taking in his scent. The pink haired man starts to blush, he looks over at the young bartender giving him the evil eye.
"Get back to work." He orders. "...and you come talk to me in the back." He pulls Starrk by the hand.
"Glad too." Starrk smirks as he follows him.
The two of them enter through revolving doors and walk to Szayel's office. No words are said as Starrk immediately grabs Szayel's waist and starts planting kisses all over the smaller man. Szayel wants to fight back but only ends up wrapping his arms around Starrk's neck as he's being lifted onto his office desk. Starrk unbuttons Szayel's black vest and tears at his dress shirt exposing his neck and chest. He runs his smooth fingers over Szayel's pink nipples as he bites into his neck. Szayel moans in ecstasy as Starrk rubs his hands all over his thighs and squeezes his erection. Szayel's mind is loosing control as Starrk swirls his tongue in his mouth and strokes him lightly.
Then a loud knock at the door causes the both of them to freeze in place. It's a messenger with a letter package for Szayel and as much as he didn't want Starrk to remove himself from in between his legs he has no choice. Duty calls and Szayel has work that needs to be done. Szayel slides off his office table and answers the door. He retrieves the papers and then sits in his office chair, while Starrk stands against the office wall watching the camera monitors.
"I came to tell you, I'll be going out of the country for a while but I will return so wait for me okay?" Starrk walks over to Szayel and lifts his chin up.
"If you wait another week I will be allowed to come with you. Wouldn't that be nice, just you and me on a beach, no work, no stress and no interruptions." Szayel smiles.
"No. Just wait for me okay." Starrk thought about it, but in another week he could be dead in the near by desert outside his town of Hueco Mundo. The serious voice made Szayel not question him.
"Okay, I'll wait but when you get back..."
"I'll devour you when I come back." Szayel's eyes widen at just the thought. "You're too cute." Starrk leans in and sticks his tongue into Szayel's mouth
"Hhmmm... aahhh." Szayel releases a shivering moan. Starrk slowly pulls away and walks out the bar and admires the setting sun. Its just about time for him to pack up and leave.
"Oi. Come here fucker." Grimmjow screams across the street to Starrk. Starrk sees the three of them standing out front of the gambling house, Los Noches. Starrk stands still hoping not to draw attention to himself. The three of them make there way in front of Starrk nearly surrounding him. "Times up, you got the money." Grimmjow says
"Not yet but..." He scratches his head in nervousness.
"Fuck that..." Grimmjow grabs him by the neck tries to shove him towards the trunk of his car. Starrk elbows him in the throat causing Grimmjow to let go and choke. Starrk takes off running through a crowd of people. Grimmjow pulls out his engraved gun Pantera and aims at him but Kaname steps in and makes him lower the weapon. "What the hell?" Grimmjow screams at him. "The fucker's going to leave town!" Grimmjow looks at him with a crazed expression.
"I doubt it." Yammy says. "He cant be that stupid? Can he? We'll slaughter everyone he ever knew." He looks over at Grimmjow.
"Whatever the case maybe we still can't make any trouble. You know Aizen-sama is about discretion. Search his place and see what you can find. Just in case he is that stupid and decides to skip town." Kaname says walking back towards Los Noches
"That asshole... always leaving us with the real work. He really exhausts his power as Aizens successor." Grimmjow mumbles.
"What?" Yammy asks dumbfounded
"Nothing lets just get this over with." Grimmjow fixates his jacket and gets in the car.
Meanwhile...
Ulquiorra stands in the middle of his large kitchen making himself a bento box for work tomorrow. He slowly pulls sticky rice out of his rice cooker with a wooden spoon, some onigiri would be nice he thought. The sound of someone banging on Starrk's door indicated to Ulquiorra that he wasn't home yet. As usual it is a Thursday night he probably hasn't returned from his drinking hour at the Pink Moon. People were always trying to kick in Starrk's door all hours of the night so Ulquiorra generally ignores them and eventually they go home. Suddenly the hard knocking wasn't knocking anymore.
"What now?" Ulquiorra stops mixing ingredients in his rice and places the wooden spoon on top of the bowl. He pulls off his number one chef apron before walking towards his apartment door. "It is starting to become a pain living next to him." Ulquiorra says twisting his door knob. Ulquiorra sticks his head out and sees a tall muscular figure kicking in Starrk's apartment door. "Oi! Stop that! He's not home." He screams to the teal haired man.
Grimmjow looks over to the feeble green eyed man. As soon as his brain registers the familiarity of Ulquiorra's face he smirks. "Oh yeah? Where the fuck is he then?" Grimmjow stops kicking and walks in the direction of Ulquiorra.
"I don't know. What do you want with him anyway?" Ulquiorra could clearly see by his black shirt and jacket that the stranger is a Yakuza. He inhales and begins to analyze the situation.
"He owes my boss some money. He's had plenty of time to pay up, Now he's going to die." Grimmjow grins
"Die? You cant kill him. He's my best friend. How much is it? I'll pay." Ulquiorra states in desperation.
"Forty six million yen. In cash little man." Grimmjow steps in front of Ulquiorra's door way cornering him near a coat hanger.
"I don't have that kind of money, right now but if you give me two days I will have all of it." Grimmjow backs him fully into the corner. He presses his lips against Ulquiorra's ear.
"There are other ways you can pay as well. You have a nice body, If you sell it to me. I'll make sure the debt gets cleared." Grimmjow chuckles evilly.
"Get off me!" Ulquiorra pushes him away. "Like I'd ever sell myself to you... TRASH!"
"Hmmm. Thats a lot of mouth for a person who just inherited his best friends debt." Grimmjow grabs Ulquiorra's arm and knocks him over the head with his gun. He then lifts Ulquiorra's unconscious body over his shoulder and carries him to the car. He stuffs Ulquiorra in the back seat and signals for Yammy to drive.