Chapter 1

I don't own bleach, but I do own this plotline.

This is for a friend who doesn't watch bleach which is why I gave the characters descriptions.

yaoi, prostitution, rape, drug use, drinking, and murder found in this story. ye be warned!

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Ichigo sat in the back of the lecture hall. He hated statistics. If it was not required to take a math credit your freshman year he would have ditched long ago. Ichigo was a tall slim boy with long muscular arms. He had vibrant orange messy hair that he kept short and deep chocolate brown eyes. He normally wore tight jeans and a simple T-shirt.

Finally, the clock read 4PM and he was free. Standing up, Ichigo accidently knocked into the girl that had been scooting around the back of his chair. The young red-head let out a little shout as her book went flying from her grasp.

"Oh…sorry," apologized Ichigo, picking up the book and handing it to her. She blushed and thanked him, using the book to cover up her enormous breasts.

"You're Orihime, right?"

"Yeah. What's your name?"

"Ichigo." The two walked out of the room and turned left as they followed the crowd heading towards the exit.

"Well I'll see you later Ichigo." Orihime called as she departed with the other off-campus students going to the parking lot.

"See you," he replied, waving.

The weather was grey; bland clouds hung over head letting a thin drizzle fall on the students below. Ichigo cursed his luck for not bringing an umbrella. It was a fifteen minute walk to his dorm and by the time he got there the drizzle had turned to a downpour.

He opened the door of his room to see his roommates, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, had already started smoking blunts without him.

Grimmjow and Ulquiorra where not your normal everyday guys. Grimmjow was a tall masochist with a thirst for fighting. In fact he was addicted to signing himself up for underground wrestling tournaments. He dyed his hair vivacious sky blue to match his eyes, and always had a confident smile on his face. Ulquiorra on the other hand was quiet and reserved. He hardly spoke or showed emotion. His long ebony black hair stood out against his albino skin and his green eyes shone bright against his colorless attire.

"You do know if the dorm head smells that in the hall you'll get kicked out," said Ichigo, grabbing the roll from Ulquiorra and taking a long drag. After a few more hits he handed the blunt to Grimmjow and fell on the bed. The pot was already lessening the edge he had felt all day.

"I'm bored," whined Grimmjow letting out a puff of smoke in Ichigo's face.

"What do you want me to do about it?" scorned Ichigo pushing the masochist away. Ulquiorra watched the two fight and sighed.

"Let's go drinking," suggested Grimmjow. "I heard there was a kegger on Jones Street."

"But I have an early class," stated Ulquiorra. The albino weighed his options of class or drinking. "Fuck it. I'll go with you guys. Besides I need to talk to Noitra again." Noitra was his drug dealer.

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Later that night the three figures were seen walking down Jones Street. The party was easy to find by the amount of loud laughter and swearing coming from number 15. They passed under the trees out front and heard a shout from something above. Ichigo looked up to see their buddy Renji sitting in the limbs above.

"Yo! Haha! Look I'm a monkey!" shouted Renji obviously drunk off his ass. The 'monkey' proceeded to jump down in front of Ichigo and fall back on the grass.

"How'd that feel dumb ass," chided Grimmjow from the doorway. Renji flipped him the bird before stumbling with Ichigo to the door. When they entered Ulquiorra passed them a round of beer.

Someone had started a game of beer pong in the dinning room. A few girls chatted on the sofa and chairs in the living room. Ichigo saw Orihime and waved. She waved back before continuing her conversation with the black haired tomboy next to her.

At around 2AM, Grimmjow held onto Ichigo as they walked down the street. Ichigo and Ulquiorra were only buzzed, and smiled as their light-weight friend rambled.

"I could really go for some cheese. I want cheese. I want sex too. Can I have sex with you Ulquiorra?"

"Later," replied the albino a little embarrassed at having to say it before Ichigo. Ichigo chuckled at his roommates love affair.

"Fuck," cursed Grimmjow, "Hey Ichi you a virgin?" asked Grimmjow.

"Grimmjow!" scolded Ulquiorra, his usually emotionless face now angry.

"What?"

"Yes, I'm a virgin," Ichigo confessed.

"Well then hell Ichi, we gotta get you laid. Hey Ulquiorra doesn't Noitra pimp?" asked Grimmjow.

"Yes but…"

"Okay I'm going to hook you up Ichigo. It'll be a belated Christmas present since I didn't get ya nothen'. Then me and Ulqui can go fuck. But first I need to buy cheese. I am craving some fucking cheese!"

After supplying Grimmjow with a block of chedder, they sat on the sidewalk taking shots of vodka from Ulquiorra's water bottle. Around the second shot Ichigo was getting hammered. He looked over to see his drunk roommates making out. The sight was really turning him on and his groggy brain recalled Grimmjow's earlier offer.

"Hey Grimm." The two broke off to look over at the younger red-head. "Let's go see Noitra."

Grimmhow slapped his hand against Ichigo's back sending the tipsy college student off the sidewalk.

"That's what I'm talking about Ichigo."

"Evening Ulquiorra. The usual?" questioned the extraordinarily tall Noitra as the three men stumbled forward.

"Actually, Grimm wants to buy Ichigo a whore."

"Really?" Noitra considered the unfamiliar red-head a moment.

"Oi, Ishida! Get over here!" Noitra called to a group of sexily dressed men and women. A young black haired bespeckled boy broke off from the pack and walked over.

"What?"

"Take him to a hotel. Give him a complete job."

Money was exchanged and Ichigo was dragged off by Ishida down the street to a shaddy hotel. Ichigo paid for a room and the men barracked themselves in for the night. Ishida sat down on the bed and gestured for Ichigo to join him. Ichigo did not move. His mind was in overdrive and his buzz was starting to lessen. Did he really wanna give his virginity to a man he had never met and on top of that a prostitute?

Ishida stood up and went to the now nervous young man.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ichigo…Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Are you alright Ichigo?" Ichigo heard concern in the man's voice. He looked in his eyes, very aware of their close proximity.

"Is it your first time?" guessed Ishida, placing his hands on Ichigo's hips. Ichigo nodded numbly.

That's when Ishida leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ichigo's. The young man stood still for a moment as the kiss and booze short circuited his brain. Before the shock wore off, he kissed back, easily slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth. Ichigo's shaky arms encircled Ishida's back and pulled him closer.

It was then some rational part of his mind told him to stop before he got in to deep. He felt Ishida's hands leave his waist and start to unzip his pants.

"Wait." Ichigo grabbed Ishida's hands. "I don't know if I wanna do this. I mean I don't even know who you are?" Ishida stepped back, watching the teen grapple with his dilemma.

It was now Ichigo took in Ishida's appearance. He had a tight blue shirt that allowed you to see the lithe body beneath. He wore snug black pants and a pair of simple shoes. The young man had big bags under his eyes, sickly pale skin, and shoulder length hair he kept back in a small pony tail. Ishida pushed his square glasses up his thin nose.

"Can we…can we just talk?" asked Ichigo. Ishida raised his eyebrows. This was the first time a client had wanted to 'just talk,' but he went along with it. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Uh…I don't know? Do you…like sports?" Ichigo mumbled sitting on the bed. Ishida sat down next to him. The red-head was really nervous, now that his buzz was dying down. What the fuck did he think he was doing?

"No, I don't like sports." Ishida shoved his glasses back up his nose. "Do you?"

"No," admitted Ichigo, trying to think of small talk. "What do you like?"

"I like sewing."

"Sewing?"

"Yes."

An awkward silence followed.

Ichigo finally stood up and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would clear his head.

"I'm going to shower," he announced.

"Did you want me to come with you?" asked Ishida. Ichigo pushed that thought out of his head before his hormones could grab it and tease him. He didn't want to have sex he realized. The man wasn't a product he could just buy and use. He was a person, and Ichigo was starting to feel sick to his stomach and guilty about the whole situation.

"No…I…uh…you can just go to bed." He shut the door leaving Ishida alone.

The young prostitute shrugged when he heard the water start. He slipped off his pants and glasses and climbed under the covers of the hard hotel bed.

Ichigo came out and slipped into the opposite side of the bed.

"Can I be blunt with you?" asked his bed mate who was completely concealed by the covers.

"Yeah," said Ichigo.

"Are we having sex or not?"

"No."

"Is it me? Do you want me to go tell Noitra to find someone else? Don't feel bad about it. If your not attracted to me that's fine. It's happened before."

"No, you…I do find you…uh…attractive," admitted Ichigo a huge blush on his face. In fact the man next to him could be considered downright gorgeous.

"Then why?"

"Because…It doesn't feel right. I was drunk when I agreed to this. I still am drunk."

Ichigo wished he was back in his dorm, but he knew Grimmjow would be pissed if he showed up early. He would at least pretend he had a 'good time' for Grimm's sake. He allowed his mind to drift.

"Why did you become a prostitute?" he finally asked.

"You know you are the weirdest client I have ever had," admitted Ishida.

"I'm sorry."

"No, that's alright," Ishida sighed and pulled back the covers to reveal his face. "Do you really want to know?" Ichigo nodded.