Zane: Hey there, I'm sure you've all noticed my lack of updates, well there is a good reason for that. I got a new computer, all my completed chapters are on my external hard drive, which is currently MIA.

Shiro: 'es no' lyin'. Et's amazin' 'e can find anehthin' en 'is room a' all. Damn artists 'ave "organized chaos" an' I though' King's 'ead was bad.

Zane: Disclaimer please.

Ichigo: Zane does not own, nor ever will own Bleach. If he did it would be a yaoi, and I would be with Grimmjow. What the hell is this crap? He also does not own the website textsfromlastnight, he's just using some of them as prompts for this.

Genre: Humor/Romance(ish)

Pairing: GrimmjowxIchigo

Prompt: "I want to touch your soul through your body..."

Ichigo Kurosaki started off as a young man with a very bright future, but that changed the day he met Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. It was like any other night, he finished his day at the book store, and walked to the nearby club, a place called Las Noches. He was a regular, so everyone who worked there knew who he was, how old he was and just how much alcohol he could handle in one sitting. One Friday night Ichigo broke out of his routine to go home, and freshen up for some odd reason. He showered, using the shampoo his little sister Yuzu bought him. Once done with his shower he hopped out, dried off and headed to his room. Luckily for him he had his own apartment, there would be no random flying kicks to his face at any hour of the day from his idiot father at all. Until he goes to visit them anyway.

Walking to his closet after removing his towel he grabs a pair of skin tight jeans, one of those pairs that had a bit of an artistic flair to them, strategic tears and paint splatters, a black shirt with a silver chain design on it, his studded belt, and two other belts to complete that area, then his black high top coverse sneakers. He also pulled on his trench coat as it was autumn, and it was starting to get cold at night. Once dressed Ichigo headed back to his bathroom, where he pulled out an ultra thin jet black eyeliner, which he used to outline his eyes. He had actually stolen the eyeliner from his perverted twin brother who he hadn't seen in about four years. He sighs thinking about it, once he was fully ready to go, he headed out, locking his place up, and then walked to the bar.

"Hey! Ichigo, I didn't think you were going to show up tonight." The bouncer said, with a grin at the younger man who he let inside. "Yeah, I decided to change out of my work clothes for once and come looking nice., maybe I'll meet someone." Ichigo says as he walks inside the club. Once Ichigo hung up his coat, he was the center of many peoples attention, one man in particular grinned upon seeing the delectable berry all gussied up. "Think I can bang him tonight boys?" he asks his friends. "Always so vulgar Grimmjow, but honestly I think your chances with him are slim to none." A young looking man with poison tears on his face said to his tall blue haired companion. "Aw Ulqui, yer no fun! Let Grimm see if he can shag the kid." A tall lanky man says with a piano key grin on his face. "It's his funeral." the one called Ulquiorra says. Grimmjow chuckles, he downs his scotch and heads over to Ichigo. He sits next to him at the bar. Grimmjow studies his face for a few minutes, he orders a drink after awhile.

"Do you come here often?" Grimmjow asks the single most over used pick up line he could think of with his alcohol infused brain. Ichigo looks over at Grimmjow, he was sipping his drink, a 'Blue Motherfucker' as it was called, and Ichigo laughed softly, as he caught the scent of bourbon, and scotch on the larger mans breath. "Yes actually, I come here everyday I work, aside from Sunday." Ichigo says. "My names Grimmjow, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." Grimmjow says offering his hand to Ichigo. Ichigo takes the offered hand and shakes it. "Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki." he says. Grimmjow drinks his beer while chatting with Ichigo, getting drunker and drunker by the hour. He learns a few of Ichigo's likes and dislikes, and Ichigo learns some stuff about Grimmjow himself.

"I wanna touch your soul, through your body...with my penis." Grimmjow suddenly says to Ichigo, causing the berry to freeze and stare at the larger man. "A-are you serious? We just met!" Ichigo says. Grimmjow grins at how flustered he got Ichigo, he leans forward and kisses the berry, after the initial shock wore off Ichigo pulled his fist back and let it fly. He knocked Grimmjow off of him, his stool and onto the floor, out like a light. After he stopped panting from his embarrassment, and his slightly inebriated state himself, he slips a piece of paper into Grimmjow's pants pocket. On the paper was his phone number, and the words 'Call me!' in Ichigo's handwriting.

Grimmjow may not have gotten into Ichigo's pants that night, but the minutes, days, weeks, months, and years he's spent by Ichigo's side since made up for the right hook, subsequent black eye and Grimmjow getting made fun of by Nnoitra for a month and a half.

Ichigo smiles as he reads the drunken pick up line his husband had used on him the night they met. "What's so funny Berry?" Grimmjow asks as he walks inside the house from the outside, some snow falling from his hair onto his shoulders and then the floor. "Oh, nothing Grimm, just remembering that pick-up line you said, right before you kissed me and I decked you." Ichigo giggles. "Which pick-up line did I use again" Grimmjow asks with a crooked grin. "I wanna tough your soul, through your body...with my penis." Ichigo says while blushing. Grimmjow licks the door, and picks his husband up. "I'll certainly make you scream...I'm not sure about the touching your soul thing but I'm willing to try."

Owari.