A/N: Okay! I really wish I could see people's expressions when they read my story...I never thought so many people would like it so much :D And I'm really glad they do. Which is why I'm really focusing on it, even though I've got some ideas for another fic. Well, one idea I may not use, because I don't want to be accused of taking someone else's idea, even though mine isn't exactly the same. If that makes any sense. Also, I'm having some issues here at home (I won't go into some stupid sob story) but I will admit that it really affects my writing. It's really easy for me to become discouraged and I get bad writer's block. So I apologize in advance for any long amounts of time that I don't update. (I know it had been quite a while since I updated DX) Just knowing that I have a few people out there to talk to makes it a little better. I've made some cool friends here and on DA (well, I consider them friends anyway) and I'm glad because I really don't have many real friends in person. So I truly cherish my cyber buddies :)

Sorry for ranting...on with the story. And you're in for an unexpected surprise in this chapter... ;) Bwahahaha! So consider yourself warned. I do not own Bleach, or the songs in this chapter. OH, I am on the lookout for some new songs to use for our exotic dancers :3 Please, if you know of any good ones, let me know in a review or you can send me a private message, and also make sure to include the band/singer's name. Thank you kindly, and enjoy!

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'So hot, out the box
can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up, heat it up
I need to be entertained.
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid.
Imma hurt ya real good, baby.

Let's go, it's my show
baby do what I say.
Don't trip off the glitz
that I'm gonna display.
I told ya Imma hold ya down
until you're amazed.
Give it to ya 'til you're screamin' my name!

No escapin' when I start.
Once I'm in, I own your heart.
There's no way you'll ring the alarm,
so hold on until it's over!

Oh!
Do ya know what ya got into?
Can ya handle what I'm 'bout to do?
Cause it's about to get rough for you,
I'm here for your entertainment!

Oh!
I bet ya thought that I was soft and sweet.
You thought an angel swept ya off your feet.
But I'm about to turn up the heat,
I'm here for your entertainment!

It's alright, you'll be fine
baby, I'm in control.
Take the pain, take the pleasure,
I'm the master of both.

Close your eyes, not your mind
let me into your soul.
Imma work it 'til you're totally blown!

No escapin' when I start.
Once I'm in, I own your heart.
There's no way you'll ring the alarm,
so hold on until it's over!

Oh!
Do ya know what ya got into?
Can ya handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you,
I'm here for your entertainment!

Oh!
I bet ya thought that I was soft and sweet.
You thought an angel swept ya off your feet.
But I'm about to turn up the heat,
I'm here for your entertainment!

Woah!
Do ya like what you see?

Woah!
Let me entertain ya 'till you scream!

Oh!
Do ya know what ya got into?
Can ya handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you,
I'm here for your entertainment!

Oh!
I bet ya thought that I was soft and sweet.
You thought an angel swept ya off your feet.
But I'm about to turn up the heat,
I'm here for your entertainment!'

-Adam Lambert-

XXX

"Aaahh...God, Grimm...yes..."

Ichigo couldn't believe that this was happening. He was currently lying on his back on his bed, clutching the sheets tightly, as Grimmjow's extremely talented tongue and mouth worked over his throbbing dick, loud slurping noises filling the air along with Ichigo's less than innocent moans and harsh grunts. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open in a small 'o' shape, and his heart was beating rapidly against his rib cage. Not even half an hour earlier, Ichigo had been awoken from a deep sleep by the blue haired beast banging hard on his front door. And after the spell that Ichigo had attempted, he knew exactly how the night was going to end...

Ichigo cried out again as Grimmjow used his hot tongue to press against the underside of his dick and softly grazed his teeth over the head, which had Ichigo writhing and cursing up a storm, his legs falling open even wider as the waves of pleasure threatened to do him in. "G-Grimm...please...I-I'm gonna...oh fuck!"

Grimmjow grinned and pulled away, smirking devilishly as he stood up and removed his clothes, then eagerly crawled over the orange haired beauty before placing a rough kiss on his lips. Grimmjow was excited that he was finally able to show Ichigo just how much he meant to him, but also a little worried that he was pushing the kid too far. But with the way Ichigo was clinging to the sheets and practically yelling out his gratification, Grimmjow let that last thought fly from his mind. He had also brought along an interesting item to use on Ichigo to ensure that this special night wouldn't end quickly. It was popular in the S&M community and he had heard about it from Nnoitra, even though the raven haired man said he had never actually tried it himself. Said it was supposed to make sex last longer. And more pleasurable. It was called 'sounding', and consisted of a long, thin and completely smooth steel rod being inserted into the urethra, and was used for keeping the partner from getting an erection. Basically like a type of sexual torture. Sounding was very risky if not done perfectly, meaning the rods or 'sounds' had to be sterilized before each use, and required a lot of lube, mostly water or silicone-based lubes. Grimmjow had already sterilized the one he brought before he left his home, placing it in a clean ziplock bag to ensure it would stay clean. If he wasn't careful, he could seriously hurt Ichigo. But Grimmjow wasn't stupid. He would never intentionally hurt the man he loved.

Ichigo pulled away from the heated kiss to catch his breath, still fisting the sheets and sweating like a man on death row. "Grimm..."

Grimmjow groaned as he stared into deep brown eyes clouded with lust. His dick twitched when Ichigo sensually licked his lips as he slid a hand up his chest and to his mouth, drawing a finger in, then slowly pulled it out, a thin strand of saliva connecting from his finger to his tongue. God, the movement was extremely erotic and had Grimmjow burning all over. He moved from his spot on the bed and retrieved the item he had brought, crawled back over Ichigo and kissed him softly before speaking. "Ichigo, I wanna try something with you. You see this?"

Ichigo nodded as he watched the blue haired man pull out a thin and long metal rod from a bag, his eyes going wide at the thought of what Grimmjow had in mind for him. He shouldn't be surprised that something like this would happen...he did cast a passion spell a few hours ago. "Uh...w-what is it?"

Grimmjow just grinned as he pulled out a bottle of lube, popping the cap open and generously applied some to the steel rod, called the Van Buren, which had a J-shaped curve on one end. Grimmjow had learned that it was the most popular sound ever used. And he was eager to try it out. Not too eager though. "This is called a 'sound', and it's a popular item used to make sex last longer. But you have to promise not to jerk too much when I insert it. I don't want to hurt you."

Ichigo nodded and pulled Grimmjow down for another quick kiss before he spoke again. "Um, where...does it go?"

"Lie down and I'll show you." When Ichigo did as he was told, Grimmjow applied a little more lube just to be safe, then gently grabbed the tip of Ichigo's softening member and pressed lightly to open it. Before Ichigo could react, Grimmjow placed the end of the rod into the small opening and slowly slid it in, earning him an earful of soft grunts and one sexy as hell moan, causing all the fine hairs on Grimmjow's body to stand on end.

"Aaahh! T-that's cold!" Ichigo slowly brought his legs up, bending them at the knees, and resisted the urge to roll his hips against the smooth steel being eased inside him. The sensations he was feeling just made him want to scream. Multiple tiny pleasurable waves racked his whole body and he had to bite his lip to keep quiet since he didn't know if Shinji had made it home yet or not. His skin was covered in perspiration and his legs felt like jelly. He eyes were clenched shut tightly as Grimmjow continued to, extremely slowly, slide the steel rod inside him, until the curve came to a stop over the edge of Ichigo's dick. "F-FUCK, GRIMM!"

"Does it feel good, Berry?" Grimmjow licked his lips as he watched Ichigo squirm and fist the sheets harder, nodding his approval, that amazingly beautiful scowl etched deeply onto his face. And the sounds coming out of his mouth...Holy fucking shit. Grimmjow thought he would blow his load right then. Groaning deeply, Grimmjow leaned over Ichigo and kissed the smaller man roughly, tongues touching and swirling together. When Grimmjow felt a hand tangle into his hair and tug, he lifted his face away to stare into lust-filled dirt brown eyes and his stomach did wild flips. "Ichigo?"

"Fuck me."

Hmm...so that's how it was going to be, huh?

xxx

Shinji had just stepped into his home after a long and exausting night at work, sitting on the couch and leaning against the back of it as his mind replayed what had taken place only twenty minutes earlier. The blond man had finished his shift at work and was preparing to leave when he was greeted by his boyfriend before he could step through the door and head to his car. His mind had been gone the whole time he was working, thinking about Ichigo and wondering if he was okay, and was completely caught off guard at his boyfriend's words.

"I want ya ta move in with me."

Shinji sighed as he stood up from the couch and stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and draining half its contents before replacing the cap and then put it back. He had been happy when Nnoitra had said that, but he had made his point that he needed to be with Ichigo for now, at least until he made sure his best friend wasn't planning on hurting himself or something. What was even better, though, Nnoitra had smiled and said he understood completely and gave his boyfriend a quick kiss, simply stating that they would discuss it at a later time.

Just as Shinji stepped back into the living room, he heard a loud thud, followed by what sounded like a growl coming from Ichigo's bedroom. What. The. Hell. Narrowing his eyes, he slowly walked to the door and placed his ear against it, and thus was greeted by another louder thud and a sharp intake of breath along with a rustling sound. Thinking that Ichigo was hurt or attempting to hurt himself, Shinji was about to knock when a very loud scream broke the intense silence.

"HOLY FUCK!"

Shinji gasped and grabbed the doorknob, twisted it and quickly threw the door open. "Ichi-"

He was greeted by the sight of Ichigo on his stomach with his hands tied to his ankles, his hips being roughly jerked backwards by none other than Grimmjow, who was wearing an amused look on his face at being caught in the act. "Oh. My god."

Ichigo tilted his head slightly to stare at his best friend, who was sporting deep blush marks on his face, and jerked his arms against the bindings. "Grimm...un-ahn-tie me."

Grimmjow didn't even slow his pace as he made quick work freeing Ichigo's arms, then placed his hand back on his hip and pounded harder into him. He smirked as a crazy ass thought came flying to his mind. When he saw the blond man quickly turn away and move to step out of the room, he grunted his order, stopping said man dead in his tracks. "Get over here."

"Um...what?!" Shinji turned around to face the blue haired man, a hand on his hip. He saw Grimmjow open his mouth to speak, but the man was interrupted.

"S-Shin...come...here..."

The authoritive tone of Ichigo's voice had Shinji shivering. He had never heard Ichigo sound like that, and it was a little odd. He slowly stepped over to the bed, the sound of skin slapping against skin had him growing slightly flustered. "W-what is it, Ichi?"

This time, Grimmjow spoke through clenched teeth. "Kiss him."

Ichigo nodded and eased himself up onto his elbows, extending one hand to his friend who just stood there staring in shock. "Shin...it's okay..."

Shinji inwardly cursed at himself as he quickly stepped forward, placing a knee on the edge of the bed and leaned over until he had placed his hands on either side of Ichigo's, his face only inches away. He watched his friend curiously for a moment and waited for the slew of moans to subside before closing the gap between them. He hesitantly placed his lips against Ichigo's, surprised at how soft they were. Sure, he had known Ichigo for years, and he loved him, but he never thought he would be in this kind of situation. He opened his mouth slightly and was assaulted with Ichigo's hot tongue, the movement giving him goosebumps. He figured that this was just a one-time thing, so he opened his mouth wider and slid his tongue out to meet Ichigo's. It felt...different. Not entirely disgusting. Just...different.

Oh holy fuck, this is amazing. Grimmjow grunted harshly as he slowed his pace, causing the two men to break their lazy kiss, and flipped Ichigo onto his back to continue his deep thrusting. When the other two men went back to kissing, Grimmjow groaned, the sight of their tongues swirling together just turned him on even more. If that was even remotely possible. "F-fuck, Ichi...I-I'm close..."

Shinji took that moment to break the kiss again and moved away from the bed, stepping through the door and quickly closed it behind him before running up the stairs and into the comfort of his own room.

Did that really just happen...?

xxx

"I swear to god, you had better not be using him."

Grimmjow had silently stepped out of Ichigo's room, having just woke up, and was greeted by an extremely livid blond. The shorter man had both hands placed tightly on his hips and a rather irritated scowl on his face. Grimmjow just stepped around Ichigo's friend and made his way into the living room to sit down on the couch, closing his blue eyes and throwing his arms up and behind his head, as Shinji continued his lecture.

"You do know how Ichi feels about you, right? Because you're all he ever talks about. It's always 'Grimmjow this', and 'Grimmjow that.'" Shinji walked over to the recliner and sat down with a huff, his light brown eyes boring holes into the side of Grimmjow's head. "I can usually not get him to talk about anything else...well, when he comes out of his damn room, anyway, which is hardly ever anymore. I just don't want him to get hu-"

"Shinji, look. Ya don't have ta be like that. Besides, I really like the kid." Grimmjow sighed and arched his back, his spine cracking with the movement.

"You do?"

Grimmjow chuckled. "I thought it was obvious."

Shinji was silent.

"Ya know, it's pretty funny." Grimmjow turned his blue eyes towards the other man in the room. He could clearly see the confusion snaking its way onto his face.

"What is?"

"I was mindin' my own business last night, sitting at home and getting ready to hit the sack, when a really intense feeling came over me. It was like...well, actually, I really don't know how to explain it. But after so long of not seeing or talkin' ta Ichigo, I just...snapped, I guess." Grimmjow didn't wait for Shinji to say anything. He just wanted this off his chest, and soon, before he had a nervous breakdown or some shit. "I was three steps away from my bedroom door, when that intensely strong urge to come see him hit me like a ton of bricks. I can honestly say...that I've never been more in love with anyone in my life."

Shinji was speechless. Yeah, so he knew that the blue-haired man had a thing for his best friend, but...in love? Wow. "Well, have you told him how you feel about him?"

Grimmjow grunted. "Yeah but he told me to leave afterwards. Said that I didn't mean it, and that there was no point in trying to say otherwise. But as much as I care about him, last night was when the urge was the strongest. It was as if somethin' was callin' ta me and pullin' me to him." He rubbed a hand over his eyes. He was shocked that the words came so easily from him, and it was a little unnerving. Every night and day that he spent away from Ichigo felt like an eternity. His heart would beat spastically and his hands would grow clammy. He would just ball them into fists and try to ingore the extreme level of hurt and anguish that fired up inside him. Though it never worked.

"You wanna know something, Grimmjow?"

Blue eyes turned to meet light brown as Ichigo's friend continued talking, hands picking at the bright blue shirt he was wearing. "A few months ago, the day that Ichigo was taken by that fucker for the second time, I went to check on Ichi after you left. With how quickly you had bolted, I thought maybe something was wrong. Anyway, he had fallen asleep haunched over his desk with a pen in his hand. I didn't want to wake him since he hardly got any sleep because of the nightmares he would have, so I just placed my hand on his head and told him I loved him, then turned to walk out of the room. But before I could get very far, I noticed several papers scattered all over his desk. And when I picked up the first two sheets and casually glanced over the words written in bold ink, I just...couldn't believe it."

Grimmjow's interest had been piqued. "What did they say?"

"Well, it was like a poem. One that conveyed exactly how Ichigo was feeling because of what he had been put through. I didn't read the entire two pages, but what I did read has been forever seared into my mind." Shinji abruptly stopped talking. His eyes grew wide as he realized just what he had done. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's okay. I'm glad you did." Grimmjow smiled and stood up from his spot on the couch, checking the pockets of his jeans for his keys and phone before stepping to the door. "Tell Ichigo that I'll be back a little later, yeah? I've got some things to do."

"Uh, yeah, I will."

Shinji sighed as the man Ichigo loved stepped out, shutting the door quietly behind himself.

xxx

What the fuck...? Why the hell am I so sore?

Then it all came flying back to him in an instant. The spell he he had cast. Waking up to Grimmjow's loud, eager banging on his front door. Having what could be called the best sexual encounter that he could ever have dreamed of. Being ordered to make out with his best friend... Oh shit. Ichigo slapped a hand over his face and slowly sat up from the warmth of his bed, ensuring that he wouldn't hurt his backside any further than what it already had been and squinted at the bright sunlight that poured into his room. After a few more seconds of sitting there like a statue, Ichigo turned honey-colored eyes to the left side of his bed, and gasped.

Grimmjow had left him. Again.

But this time...it was different. The last time Grimmjow had left Ichigo alone in his room after several hours of just talking, had really hurt. But this...the pain and fear of rejection coarsing through his body like a fierce wildfire, and his heart skipped a beat. Was this what love felt like? The strong, almost painful urge to be near Grimmjow at all times was excruciating. Sighing with defeat, Ichigo slowly dragged himself out of bed and stalked to his closet for some clothes so he could take a shower, then stepped over to his desk and rifled through the top drawer, pulling out two sheets of paper. The two sheets of paper that he hoped and prayed nobody would ever see, let alone know about. The poem he had written when he was feeling like giving up on everything: His job. School. Friends and family. And worst of all...Grimmjow. The one man that was able to break through his tightly drawn defenses. Yeah, Ichigo had tried pushing the blue-haired man away from him, because he didn't want to hurt either one of them. Having strong feelings for someone should not have been something that came so easy to Ichigo. Especially not after what Di Roy had done to him... That should've had Grimmjow running in the opposite direction, not wanting anything to do with Ichigo at all. But he couldn't keep pushing Grimmjow away and hiding in his fucking room all day, every day. It was time to face the fire.

With his head full of so much confusion, Ichigo walked over to his bed and pulled down the pouch containing the orchid and acorn, and held it tightly to his chest. Since the spell had worked, Ichigo would now bury it in his backyard, but the memory would still remain in his mind. In his heart. And in his soul.

With a wide grin, Ichigo stepped out of his quiet room, eager to bury his pouch then take a much needed shower, but was greeted by his best friend who was sitting in the recliner, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, Shin. Um..." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he averted his eyes. Surely, Shinji would be furious at what had taken place last night. Or this morning, rather.

The blond man just smiled warmly at Ichigo, with a look in his eyes that Ichigo couldn't quite decipher. "Can we keep that to ourselves? I'd really hate for Nnoi to get any strange, crazy ideas about anything sexual that involved the four of us."

Ichigo nodded a little too eagerly, and Shinji just laughed. "Okay, well I uh... There's something I really gotta do so...I'm just gonna..." The orange-haired man walked around his friend who had stood up from the chair, and made a beeline for the back door, pulling it open and stepping outside, the bright sunlight warming his skin as he walked out into the yard and began to dig a small hole to place the pouch in. After it was covered with dirt, Ichigo sighed and sat back against his heels. He jumped when a voice sounded from behind him.

"Ichi, what was that thing you just buried?"

"Huh?!" Ichigo whirled around to face Shinji, embarrassed that he had been caught. He really didn't want to explain to his best friend that his and Grimmjow's early morning romp had been the result of a damn passion spell. Hell, it was already bad enough that Ichigo had made out with his best friend in his ecstatic state while Grimmjow fucked him into the damn sheets. Fuck, if Nnoitra found out... Ichigo was sure he would be ripped apart by the tall, lanky bastard. He sure hoped Grimmjow could keep his mouth shut. Not caring that his hands were covered in dirt, Ichigo ran his fingers through his hair. Might as well get it over with... "Remember when you came into my room last night to check on me before going to work? And I told you that I had cast a spell to keep my nightmares away?"

Shinji nodded and stepped up beside is friend. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, after I made sure you were gone, I kinda...tried another spell." Ichigo stared down at his hands, not wanting to meet his friend's gaze. "It was called the purple candle spell, and is used by single people who aren't looking for committed relationships. Just to have a night of fun. For the spell, I had to spread some exotic oils onto my thighs, lower abdomen, chest, and neck, then I had to do the same to an orchid and an acorn before placing those items into a small pouch." Ichigo stared up at Shinji, who just stared back without speaking. "It said that after the spell had come true, I had to bury the pouch in the earth."

"Wait, I thought you really liked Grimmjow. And your encounter last night was all because of some spell?" Suddenly, Grimmjow's words made perfect sense. 'It was as if somethin' was callin' me and pullin' me to him...' "Ohmygawd, Ichi! You have to tell Grimmjow the truth."

Ichigo just sighed for the millionth time and looked away. "Yeah, I was afraid of that."

xxx

"You really expect me to believe that pack of fuckin' lies?"

Renji had just returned home from a slow night at work when he was greeted by the sight of his ex boyfriend waiting beside his apartment door, the faint look of tear marks resting on his face. Instead of retreating into the comfort of his home and taking a much needed shower before bed, Renji found himself sitting on his couch, hand resting against his forehead, as lie after lie was thrown at him like bombs. His head was pounding and he fought the urge to look at the man pacing the floor in front of him.

"Ren, I- I know I made a mistake, and I'm sorry. But I want you back. Believe me, that night was the biggest mistake of my life, and I would do anything to make it all right again..."

Renji scoffed and finally turned his russet eyes in the direction of his ex-lover. He couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. "Shuu...I just don't think I can trust ya anymore. You were fucking another guy. And that guy just happened to be the same fucker that raped you when you were fourteen. Didja forget that?" Renji noticed the shocked look on the dark-haired man's face, but continued his lecture. "Who was it that saved yer ass? Who was it that beat that guy into the next millenium? Who was the only person...that cared for you? The only one who had shown you any kind of love and affection whatsoever?"

Shuuhei averted his gaze and stared at the floor. He knew that Renji had every right to be angry and upset over what he had done, even though it wasn't his fault. "Renji. Please, believe me. I really can't remember much about that night, but I have the feeling that I was drugged. He showed up at my house early that afternoon and when I wouldn't let him in, he forced his way in."

Renji grunted as he ran a hand through his long hair. He didn't know what to believe anymore. It seemed as if he was destined for heartbreak for the rest of his life. And even though things like this always seemed to happen to him, Renji felt he didn't deserve to be treated that way. Like a toy to be used, then tossed away when it became broken. Sighing again, Renji turned deep russet colored eyes to the man in front of him. "Listen, Shuuhei. I can't do this anymore. It's always something with you, whether it's you being drugged and raped, or just that you decide you don't want to deal with me anymore. Honestly, I understand the type of guy Kensei is, but that doesn't give you the right to spew lie after lie from your mouth, because I just can't tell what the truth is anymore. Nor do I really want to try."

Shuuhei looked mildly shocked at his ex's words, but shock was replaced with anger and determination. "So that's it then? You're done? You're just going to toss me out the door, and not even attempt to forgive me?" When Renji only nodded, Shuuhei backed away from the red-head and walked over to the door. "Alright. I give up. I'm truly sorry for the way I've been treating you, Renji. And even though it wasn't my fault, I can see you've made up your mind." The dark-haired man twisted the doorknob and pulled it open, glancing back briefly one last time before stepping out the door.

"Fuck." Renji hung his head in frustration. That could have gone better.

xxx

'They say it's over
and I'm fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober
feels like I'm dying, here

And I am aware now,
how everything's gonna be fine
one day, too late,
I'm in hell...'

Grimmjow had the stereo in his car cranked, the speakers pouring out Seether's 'Fine Again' as he quickly made his way to the place he was told to meet with Starrk and the others. He knew it had to be important for the brunet man to call them all together like this at the last minute, but he was severely annoyed that he was roused from his deep, peaceful sleep after several long, passionate hours with Ichigo that morning. He gripped the steering wheel aggressively as he finally made it to his destination, pulling into the parking lot and shutting his car's engine off, then sighed in annoyance and dropped his head back against the head rest. No matter what he did, he just couldn't get Ichigo out of his mind. The way he looked after they kissed. The way he sighed and moaned and cried out in immense pleasure as Grimmjow roughly pounded into him. Fuck, he was hard as steel. He tried so hard to calm his mind and think of why he was called here in the first place, but it did nothing. There he was again, thinking back to Ichigo moaning and gasping for breath as he clawed Grimmjow's back and shoulders, tightly wrapping long, slender tanned legs around the blue-haired man's waist as he was fucked into oblivion. God, Grimmjow could feel the need rise up inside him, the need to release so strong and so painful at the same time. He could feel the sweat breaking out on his upper lip and on his forehead. That was it. He needed to do something, and fast, before he exploded.

Launching himself from the confines of his car, Grimmjow quickly shut the door and locked it then high-tailed it into the small coffee shop, not once stopping as he wound through the sitting area and around the corner, pushing through the door for the men's room and stepped into the very last stall, his right hand already working the zipper down on his tight black jeans as his left shut and locked the door. Since the stall was quite a bit bigger than the others, Grimmjow had plenty of room to do what he needed to do so desperately. Plastering himself up against the far wall, he shoved his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh and immediately wrapped a hand around his straining rock-hard erection, pumping furiously as his other hand moved lower to cup and massage his balls. His eyes slid closed and his head fell back as he worked his dick feverishly, each harsh tug and twist sending intense waves of pleasure through his muscled body, groaning through clenched teeth as he came closer and closer to the release he longed for and needed so badly. That's when his mind went back to when Ichigo and Shinji made out as he fucked Ichigo from behind, the sight of their tongues touching entirely too erotic to hold it back, and moaned loud as his orgasm spurred through him, completely uncaring if anyone happened to be in the restroom and heard his unrestrained cries of release. "Oh fuck, yes," he groaned as his orgasm started to ebb away. He stayed like that for a few more minutes to compose himself before cleaning up and carefully tucked his slightly leaking member back into his jeans, then made his way to the sink to wash his hands. If he wasn't careful and more in control of his thoughts, Grimmjow was sure he would have another problem that needed to be taken care of, and he seriously didn't want to have to explain to anyone why he kept leaving the table. Especially Nnoitra. The raven-haired man would never let him live it down. And he'd make a big deal of it and tell everyone. Fuck. That.

Grimmjow splashed some cold water onto his face and turned the faucet off, staring at his flustered reflection in the mirror and silently hoping no one would notice and ask questions. Eh, who was he kidding? Nnoitra would be the first to say something. Deciding it was best to get his ass out there and get this over with as soon as possible, he made his way out of the restroom and back around the corner, then to the very back table where he could see Starrk and the others were sitting. "Yo," he said as he scooted himself into the booth next to Shiro, who had been called a few hours ago while he was at his father's house.

Nnoitra took one look at Grimmjow and immediately broke into hysterical laughter, throwing his head back and slamming a hand on the table. When he finally managed to stop, he leaned his head on one hand and locked eyes with his friend. "Well, well, Grimm. Ya look a little flustered. Care to enlighten me?"

Grimmjow just snarled as Starrk sighed and crossed his arms in front of him. "Now, now, I did not call you all here to discuss Grimmjow's needs. We have business to discuss. We just have one other person to wait on."

Wait...what?

No sooner had Starrk said that, the door to the coffee shop opened and in walked someone Grimmjow thought he wouldn't have to see again. That long flowing sea-foam green hair, those big wheat gray eyes, and a body with curves in all the right places could only mean trouble. Why in the ever-loving hell was SHE here?

"Well hello, guys! It's good to see you," Nelliel said with a smile.