The Tease

"Kurosaki, I want to see you after class," Grimmjow said.

Behind his computer Renji looked over at Ichigo and gave him a thumbs up and a goofy grin. Ichigo flipped him off. Ichigo had told his friends about Grimmjow coming to his work, and since then it wasn't as though the professor had been subtle in his attentions towards Ichigo, hovering over Ichigo whenever he could, giving him that crocodile grin during lectures. All of his friends thought it was hilarious and assured him that at least he'd get an A in the class, but he still felt his face heat up when he felt the blue haired man's eyes on him.

As soon as everyone left the room Ichigo turned towards his professor. "Can you be quick? I have another class after this one."

"Liar," Grimmjow said with a grin.

I really hope he's just guessing and doesn't know that for a fact, Ichigo thought, wondering if the man was stalking him.

"What can I do for you?" Ichigo asked.

"Oh, is that a real question, Ichigo?" Grimmjow said, leaning in towards the boy. "Because I have a list."

"Let me rephrase that, what the hell do you want?"

"What a mouth you got," Grimmjow said. "Is that anyway to talk to your professor?"

Ichigo didn't say anything, just stared at him with his hands crossed.

"Come 'ere," Grimmjow said, walking over to the computer Renji had just left. "Now tell me what this is."

Out of everything Ichigo thought might happen, this wasn't on his list. Oh shit, he thought. "I-I...we just made a fun little flash game and were testing it over the school network."

"No kidding. And how did you install it?"

"I...just did," Ichigo offered lamely.

"Oh, are you the admin now? Because that's the only person that can install anything on these machines. Hell, I don't have permission to install crap in the computer lab," Grimmjow said.

Ichigo considered his answer. "I got the password from an administrator."

"The only person who keeps the passwords around here is Gin Ichimaru. You saying he gave you his password?"

Gin Ichimaru was probably one of the most paranoid people Ichigo had ever met. For some reason he had kept running into the man and not once had he felt at ease in any of their conversations, which Gin always initiated. Not only that but the man had a smile that was exactly like the Mona Lisa if she were considering whether to murder her painter or make herself a sandwich or both and in what order. Saying that he had volunteered his password would be ridiculous and saying that he had somehow tricked Gin into giving it to him was equally as unbelievable.

"You hacked it," Grimmjow said.

Ichigo groaned. "Look, it's just a small thing. I don't really think it needs to go beyond us."

"It's not a small thing at all," Grimmjow pointed out. "And it was stupid."

Damn it, I'm so getting kicked out of this school, Ichigo thought.

"I'm willing to overlook it."

Ichigo looked up. He saw the light gleaming in Grimmjow's eye. This is so not good, Ichigo thought. The last place I want to be is at this freak's mercy.

"What are you doing tonight?" Grimmjow asked.

"I'm going to a club with my friends."

"Sounds great. What time?"

Damn it, Ichigo thought. It's not as bad as it could be though, right? Lots of people around?

"You're blackmailing me," Ichigo stated.

"I'm just going to meet you and your friends at a club. Simple. Easy."

Ichigo couldn't really think of a good way out of his situation so he gave Grimmjow the address of the club, the time he was going to be there, and exchanged cell phone numbers.

I wonder what lie I can come up with to tell everyone else? Maybe I can pretend that we just accidentally ran into each other?

"You look nervous," Shuuhei said to Ichigo as they nursed their drinks. "Who was that who just called you?"

"Ha ha!" Ichigo laughed.

His friends looked at him.

"I didn't really think that was funny," Shuuhei told him.

"Why the hell did you have to drag me along?" Nnoitra was asking Grimmjow.

"Shut up. There's a jumpy looking blond in the group that you can probably harass," Grimmjow mentioned.

"Oh yeah?" Nnoitra asked with interest.

"There they are," Grimmjow nodded towards the booth containing Ichigo and his friends.

"The blond does look like fun. Or he might just run away, but that's fun too," Nnoitra said.

"Whatever, let's move," Grimmjow headed towards the table.

"Hey guys," he said, getting Ichigo's attention.

"Oh, professor, what are you doing here?" Ichigo said, turning red and trying to look surprised.

As Grimmjow tried to engage Ichigo in some small talk Nnoitra eyed Kira. Kira nervously sat farther back in his seat, trying to not visibly gulp. Shuuhei frowned at Nnoitra and wrapped his arm around the blond's waist.

"What are you..." Kira said.

"Shhh," Shuuhei said. "For tonight just pretend we're together. That guy looks kind of dangerous." He figured it would be easier that way.

Kira blushed slightly and nodded.

Like I care if he has a boyfriend, Nnoitra thought to himself, as he saw Shuuhei glare at him. It's just more fun this way anyways.

"Who the hell are you?" Someone asked him.

He turned around and his eyes widened. In front of him was an albino, white skin and hair, with striking yellow on black eyes. He was wearing tight leather pants, a bright red ripped t-shirt that hugged his body, and knee high combat boots. His arms and fingers were laced with cuffs and rings and he had a spiked collar around his neck.

"Nice contacts," Nnoitra said to the kid. He gasped slightly when he felt a hand around his throat.

"Open up," the kid said.

Nnoitra grinned and stuck out his tongue.

"I didn't think you could ink a tongue like that."

"Oh, you can tattoo just about anything," Nnoitra said with a wide grin.

"This is my cousin, Shiro. I still don't know who the hell you are," Ichigo said from the table.

"Just a friend of Grimmjow's. I'm Nnoitra."

"I just came by to say hi," Shiro said to the table.

"Have fun," Ichigo told him.

"Hey, where ya going?" Nnoitra said as the boy began to walk off.

"My band is about to go on," Shiro explained.

"Can I be a groupie?" Nnoitra asked.

"Only if you buy me enough booze."

"Not a problem," Nnoitra said with a smile. "See you after the show."

"Seriously? Like two minutes and your dumbass friend has to hit on my cousin?" Ichigo asked.

"Well, how could he help himself? Your cousin looks like you and you're irresistible," Grimmjow told him. Ichigo just gaped at him. "Hey, can I talk to you in private?"

Ichigo wanted to say no, but reluctantly agreed. His friends' eyebrows shot up as he left.

"Maybe Ichigo likes the guy after all," Renji offered.

"Oh, I guess I can let you go now," Shuuhei said to Kira. "That scary guy wandered off and I think he's interested in Shiro now anyways."

"Um, well, you don't really..." Kira was wondering how to say that not was it only not necessary that Shuuhei stop touching him but that it'd be great if he'd do a lot more often, without sounding too awkward. Renji just grinned at the two of them and excused himself, leaving for the dancer floor.

Grimmjow dragged Ichigo down an empty hallway.

"What the hell?" Ichigo said to him once they stopped walking.

"What? I just wanted to get you alone. Nothing wrong with that."

"Who the hell are you?" Ichigo asked.

"What?"

"I mean, you obviously did something wrong to have that monitor on you, but I have no idea why they'd think that putting you with students was a good idea."

"Do you really want to know who I am?" Grimmjow asked seriously.

Ichigo nodded.

Grimmjow stepped forward, pushing Ichigo into the wall. Ichigo gasped. Grimmjow pressed his body into Ichigo and spoke into his ear. "I'm a vampire," Grimmjow said huskily.

"What?"

Grimmjow still had Ichigo pinned to the wall. He lowered his head to where Ichigo's neck and shoulder met and sunk his teeth into him, feeling the kid squirm in his arms. He pulled away to get a look at Ichigo's horrified face. Grimmjow couldn't contain himself any longer, he busted out laughing. "Aw fuck, you should see your face."

"What the fuck are you doing, biting me!" Ichigo yelled at him, shoving him off.

"Ah come on, for just a second you were fucking scared I was gonna suck your blood or some shit," Grimmjow laughed.

Ichigo punched him in the gut and walked away.

Damn, the kid hits hard, Grimmjow thought, bent over. He was still smiling though. I probably should've kissed him instead of biting him, but sometimes I just can't help myself.

Nnoitra was failing to drink Shiro under the table, Ichigo and Renji were laughing in their booth, trying to pretend that they didn't notice Shuuhei and Kira holding hands under the table, and Grimmjow was buying himself another drink. His eyes widened when he saw the man, split seconds before shots rang out.

"Everyone down!" the man yelled.

Grimmjow hunkered down with everyone else. He looked over to the fat sloppy man who had been sitting not too far from him at the bar.

"Hey...pssst...Omaeda," Grimmjow whispered to him. The cop looked over.

"If you're gonna follow me around at least make yourself useful," Grimmjow told him. "I know you have a weapon."

Omaeda ignored him.

"You stupid fat fuck," Grimmjow growled. He had finally figured out who the man holding up the place was and things weren't good. He stood up, slowly.

"Hey you! Get down!" the gunman turned towards Grimmjow.

"Are you kidding? You know what's on this floor? It's pretty gross," Grimmjow said, his hands held out high and wide as he tried to be as non threatening as possible.

"On the floor or I'll shoot you!"

"You know, it's pretty stupid to rob a place like this. I mean, aside from the all the people there's all of the surveillance," Grimmjow mentioned. "There's cameras all over the place. I mean there's one..." he pointed at a camera. The gunman looked over at it. "Two..." Grimmjow pointed again. "And three..." he said, pointing behind the man. The man turned slightly. Grimmjow casually picked up a chair and broke it over his head. The man stumbled and dropped his weapon.

"Police! Freeze!" Omaeda was up finally, pointing his gun at the now unarmed and dazed would be robber.

"No, you freeze," a voice from behind Omaeda said. Omaeda turned his head very slowly, eye to eye with the business end of gun. Shit, Grimmjow thought, there was two of them. "Throw down the gun and back away," the man ordered Omaeda. Omaeda nodded and did as he was told.

"Put the weapon down and put your hands on your head," Ichigo said out of nowhere.

The man was facing sideways from Ichigo.

"And don't think, 'oh I'll just turn and shoot him'," Ichigo continued, the gunman's original gun in his hand.

"Look, just because you picked a gun off the floor doesn't mean you know how to use it, kid," the man said, not turning yet.

"This is a Beretta M9A1 Pistol, used by the US Marines. It's semi-automatic with a 3 dot sight system," Ichigo leveled the weapon and took aim. "And if you think that I can't put at least one of it's 15 rounds into your overblown head then you're not thinking clearly."

Grimmjow was having trouble keeping his jaw closed.

The man gently lowered his weapon. Omaeda got some zip-strips from his pocket and restrained both men, while calling codes into his phone.

"Please take this from me," Ichigo said to Grimmjow, holding out the gun like it was snake.

"Why the hell do you know so much about guns?" Grimmjow asked, his eyes wide.

"Actually, I've never held one before. I just play a lot of video games," Ichigo said.

"Are you shitting me?"

"Naw, serious. Look, I'm shaking," Ichigo held out his hand.

"Holy fuck, Ichigo," Renji said, coming up.

The group sat together waiting for all of the reports to be taken. Ichigo finally came back to the table with a wan grin. "Sorry guys," he said.

"That was pretty brave," Grimmjow told him.

"Stupid really," Ichigo laughed.

"Yeah, most of the time they look like the same thing."

"I was just trying to stay out of the way but once the cop was out of it...for some reason I grabbed the gun. It was just sitting there," Ichigo said.

"Usually it's a not really a good idea to get involved with this crap but this guy...I know him. He would've killed someone even if we all cooperated," Grimmjow said. "He likes taking hostages with him and shooting them later."

"Hey babe, you almost died. You wouldn't want to go home to an empty bed, would you?" Nnoitra asked Shiro, his arm around the albino.

"That is a terrible line," Ichigo told him.

"Not drunk enough," Shiro responded.

Grimmjow pulled Ichigo away from the table. "Hey, I gotta go and talk to the cops. Probably they'll wanna yell at me a lot."

"Weird night, huh?" Ichigo told him.

"Yeah. And uh, sorry about my friend," Grimmjow nodded toward Nnoitra.

"Naw, Shiro likes him. They'll most likely spend the night together."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if Shiro didn't like him he would've broken something by now," Ichigo replied.

That night Grimmjow went over the night in his mind. He recalled in vivid detail Ichigo, gun in hand. Who is the kid really? I mean, no one, right? I'll have to have Nnoitra run a background check on him tomorrow. He grinned to himself. If Ichigo was right, then calling Nnoitra anytime before noon was going to piss him off. Grimmjow set his alarm for 8:30am, just to make sure to call Nnoitra nice and early.

Why the hell did Grimmjow know so much about the gunman? Ichigo wondered as he tried and failed to get to sleep. Why does he have cops trailing him? Obviously they don't do that to everyone they have on house arrest.