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Ichigo gazed at the snowy albino from across the room and sighed for the umpteenth time. He looked like a lovesick fool from the way his chocolate orbs would never leave him, and the way he rested his chin in his hand as if contemplating when to get him alone like another fan girl. Grimmjow's team had gone last week for the 'arena' round so being in here was pointless; just a form of torture. Obviously, it was now Shiro's turn to let his team practice yet for some reason the room had been double booked by Grimmjow. Initially, he had thought that Grimmjow had just made a mistake. Those kind words that were spoken to him after the fight and before his betrayal made him think that maybe the blunette had a different side to him. That was partially the reason why he had decided to stay on his team but as it turned out it was just an act. He was now an even bigger jerk after that and Ichigo was sure the blue-haired bastard had double booked on purpose just to parade him around.

He averted his gaze when golden eyes flicked to him and fidgeted nervously in his seat, feeling those eyes piercing into the back of his skull. He bit on his lip waiting for the feeling to disappear and looked up at Grimmjow, who was scowling at him, his blue brows pulled up in an irritated frown. "Finished?"

"Finished what?" he replied, confusion heavy on his face.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes frustration and growled slightly, his ramblings getting louder as he pretended to examine score sheets. Ichigo shrugged his shoulders and glanced back smiling when he saw the albino shouting angrily at his contestants, his temper getting the better of him. All of a sudden, he heard a loud "fuck it!" and inclined his head back to see Grimmjow slamming the sheets down onto the piano, creating a massive thud before storming out of the rehearsal room. Ichigo gave a fleeting look at Shiro who was now staring at him oddly. The berry jumped out of his seat and rushed to find the temperamental blunette, his body just burning to be away from those piercing eyes. He was walking too quickly and thinking too hard about the whole situation that he didn't see muscular arms coming around to grip him until they were lifting him off the floor resulting in an unmanly squeal. He gave a slight 'oof' as he was thrust into a small room, his back hitting the wall on the other side of the door. "What the!?"

Ichigo shook his head slightly as if to shake away the daze and looked up at his captor who now had their strong corded arms on either side of his head, effectively pinning him in place. His eyes widened when they landed on a tangled mass of blue and glared at him, his hands bunching up to form fists. "What the hell do you think you're doing Grimmjow?"

Grimmjows azure eyes glowered at the man below, his blue hair a mess due to the amount of times he had run his hand through it. "What is it about him that you like so much?"

"About who, what are y-,"

"Is it the sex? Because trust me, one night with me and you'll forget anything that bastard ever did to you!"
Realisation dawned on him, and a faint dusting of pink settled on his cheeks at the prospect of even going that far. No they had never done it – he was too mature to go that far with a rock star! "What does it matter to you anyway!"

"So you haven't done it? So why you eyeing him up every goddamn second!" he roared, his face inches away from Ichigo's.

"If you don't like it than maybe you shouldn't have double booked hoping for him to feel jealous!" he shouted back, his fists aching to pound into his arrogant face.

Without warning, strong hands gripped his wrists and pulled them up so he was now defenceless. Grimmjow leaned into his body, his mouth pressed up against his ear as he spoke low and threatening words. "You are mine,"

Ichigo clenched his eyes shut trying not to let out a whimper as the blunette bit down harshly onto the top of his ear; pain spiking through the whole of his body. Before he could comprehend anything else, warm lips crashed down on his own, Grimmjows wet muscle instantly breaking past his seam and slipping into the dark cavern. He balled his hands up that were still being restrained and bit down on the blunette's tongue only to his dismay causing the man to smirk into the fierce kiss. He didn't like it. The kiss was harsh and desperate – no emotion behind it. He could do nothing but compare it to Shiro's and as soon as the albino came to mind tears sprung to his eyes. Grimmjow pulled away and lapped greedily at the small cut on the berry's lip which Ichigo didn't even realise he had sustained. "You are mine," he whispered again possessively.

Ichigo gasped when fingers slipped beneath his waistband tracing small circles on his pelvis at an attempt to relax him. More like make him surrender. He turned his head away, the force of it hitting the wall creating a slight bruise on the side of his head. His eyes grew to the size of saucers when a hand slipped past the band of his boxers and tried to squirm away, the movement proving successful until a firm hand wrapped their fingers around his base tightly causing him to let out a hoarse cry. Grimmjow covered the cry with his lips, muffling the sound as to not alert anyone and began pumping the member; his thigh rubbing against Ichigo's mid-shaft so he could feel the hard bulge. Tears finally sprung from his eyes at the thought of being raped in such a way, in such a place and over such a petty matter. His bit his tongue trying to stop the sobs coming out and the blunette's eyes looked down upon him greedily making him squirm under his gaze.

Abruptly, the pain in his lower region halted and his opened his eyes to see Grimmjow moving away, Ichigo's hands now falling limply to his sides as the grip on his wrists was released. He exhaled shakily in relief and looked up to see what had made him stop only to freeze when a pair of golden eyes landed on him. "Shiro," he breathed, his hands immediately pulling down his sleeves so the growing purple blotches wouldn't be seen.

Shiro caught the movement and the short sight of painful bruises and glared ferociously at Grimmjow who was now retreating from the room. The albino didn't miss the hard bulge in his pants either and growled lowly just as the door shut behind them before looking down at Ichigo. Ichigo turned away, blinking furiously to get the tears to stop but it was to no avail. "Ichi?" he whispered, slowly edging his way towards the hurt berry. "What did he do?" he asked.

"Why should I tell you?" he shot back, glaring at the man as if it was his entire fault – he knew it wasn't though.

It was just the shock and fury left behind from the previous event. "Because. . . .because I care about you," he answered, holding his wrist in his hands only to feel rage spike through his nerves when he twitched in pain.

Ichigo reeled back, the hope that he was going to say something else now gone. He slapped his hand away and stepped away from his intoxicating heat. "Why?"

Shiro stared at Ichigo, puzzled by the question and felt his heart clench when the berry lifted his head to reveal a waterfall of tears, streaming down his face. "Why do you feel so little when I still feel so much towards you!" he screamed.

Shiro froze at the sentence and replayed the previous minutes back in his head, trying to make sense of where he went wrong and swallowed heavily. "Ichi - I do lo-,"

"Don't say it!" he shouted, his hands clapping over his ears, rejecting him completely. "Don't say stuff you don't mean,"

Shiro reached forward, trying to comfort him and make him understand in some way that he did still love him. In fact he had never stopped loving him. Ichigo refused to listen and stared helplessly at the man in front of him; his heart slowly breaking from the pressure and heartbreak. "Why did I have to fall for you," he whimpered, before dashing past him and running out of the room.

He didn't look back for fear that he would run the other way and into his arms. Instead he ran straight ahead, hoping that denial would help him through the next few couple of weeks. But all he could think about was Shiro's pleading eyes and Grimmjow's roaming hands. He couldn't help but thing that the line of truth and lie was now completely blurred – He could no longer tell Saint from Sinner. . . .