Alrighty then... I have no idea what to say. :D So, yes if you haven't already read the very detailed summary than you are an idiot. So here you are:

Summary: Ichigo works at a bank. Shirosaki and Grimmjow are criminals…figure it out. Yaoi, rape, lemon…pineapple, mango, grape. Fruit salad! You'd need some melon wouldn't you? And some kiwi…

There isn't any fruit actually involved in this...I suppose I just got a bit carried away after 'lemon'. Rest assured, I shall shut up now ;D

"I would like to open a new account please." A woman with long ginger hair leaned into the small window separating her from the orange haired man at his station.

A sigh passed his lips before he mumbled a "sure thing..." and passed her a leaflet and form.

"Thank you…" she looked at his name tag, "Ichigo." She smiled at him; Ichigo gave her a strained grin in return.

"You will need to fill in this form miss."

"Oh, Orihime please." The small woman beamed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear self consciously.

It isn't really going to make a difference what I call you, just fill out the damn form and leave. Ichigo thought mentally to himself.

Ichigo gave another strained smile for his customer until she finally broke eye contact with him and started to fill in the form with the pen offered on the surface.

Ichigo's cheek muscles were killing him from all this smiling. Boredom had never been mentioned in the job…

The doors to the bank opened, allowing a rush of cold air to burst through. Ichigo let out a small shiver before running his hands along the radiator behind him, feeling the burn at his finger tips to reassure him it was working.

"My, its chilly today isn't it? The other day I was out shopping and…"

Ichigo droned out the noise of Orihime's drabble about her life and pretended to care by nodding ever so often.

Ichigo looked through his window, gazing over the large room where customers with credit cards and fancy suits occupied. His vision scanned across the figures trying to sight anything that might catch his interest. His gaze came across a flash of gold, shining out to him in the greyness of the room. Frantically searching back across the room, Ichigo tried to find what had given off such a colour.

Swiping through person after person, his gaze finally settled on a pair of golden orbs.

Ichigo couldn't help but let out a small, shaky breath at the sight that greeted him.

Brown eyes lingered on legs that were covered in tight, black leather. It clung to hips provocatively showing off every subtle curve. Ichigo's gaze drifted up, taking in the ice blue shirt that covered the torso, the top buttons undone, giving a small taster of the smooth pale skin lurking beneath. Ichigo carried on up until he met the golden eyes surrounded in a deep black. The eyes pierced through his own, an amused pale face staring right back at him.

Ichigo, although embarrassed to be caught staring, couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away. His breath hitched in his throat when a pale hand slipped down the blue shirt and into tight leather. It enclosed around the fingers as they dug deeper. They snuck around the back of the white haired man's waist and out of Ichigo's view.

Gold kept contact with brown, seemingly interested in the orange head as well. A smirk grew on the man's face. A moment later his hand withdrew, holding a large black object in his hands.

Where the fuck had that come from!

It took a moment for Ichigo to realise what the object was as white fingers enclosed itself around a trigger. Realisation suddenly struck him and his eyes widened in shock.

Shiro's lips curled: amused at the orange head's reaction. His mouth broke out into an ear to ear grin when he just continued to stare wide eyed at him.

He locked gazes with brown eyes, giving him a small wink before setting off the gun…

Men from the shadows of the room appeared from every corner, eight or nine of them, pointing their newly shed weapons at any living being screaming incomprehensible words at them. Ichigo watched as they fell to the ground, faces pulled in horror and fear. He couldn't move, as if everything else around him had continued whilst he sat frozen in time, in his own enclosed bubble.

Suddenly, a nearby office window smashed, bringing him back to reality. He winced when he felt a few small shards of glass hit him, reflexively putting his hand out to protect his face. In that moment he felt something enclose around his hand and drag him forward, causing him to stumble off his chair.

"Come on!" A voice snapped. Ichigo looked up to notice a small raven haired girl dragging him down the corridor and down the back of the office.

"Rukia! What the fuck is happening?" Ichigo panted.

"What do you think? It's a robbery of course!"

In the day time?

Ichigo and Rukia sprinted along the back routes of the building racing for the back door that would lead to their escape. Not far…

When suddenly Rukia was thrown against him, causing him to lose his balance. He stumbled against the nearest wall clutching Rukia as he fell. Ichigo could tell something was not right. After hitting the floor, he looked at the female in his hands. Ichigo cautiously turned over Rukia's body to see her face: the hallway becoming cold at the lack of movement coming from her tiny body.

Her eyes were wide, looking past him into nothingness. Ichigo looked down to the blood stain creeping through the collar of her blouse.

"S-shit…" Ichigo gasped. She'd been shot! Ichigo tried reassuring himself with the slow rising and falling of her chest and the shaky breaths coming from her mouth, he just needed to call an ambulance and everything would be fine, he just needed to calm down and-…wait.

Rukia had been shot. But by who? Ichigo froze...were they still here?

He heard someone whistle down the corridor. Ichigo shot his head round to the source of the sound, watching as a figure came into view.

"That was a beautiful shot! Right in the chest! Did ya see that?"

Fierce blue eyes stared at the raven haired girl, a moment later meeting gazes with Ichigo. He quirked an eyebrow.

Ichigo was sat on the ground his clothes and hair ruffled and untidy, his face was slightly dirty from when he had hit the floor and had small stains on his hands from the blood of his colleague.

Grimmjow soaked up the sight in front of him.

I wouldn't mind some of that… Grimmjow thought. He noticed the tint of fear in those rich chocolate eyes, which made the boy all the more edible. Grimmjow liked the look of this kid. He had never been one for taking hostages, but maybe he was willing to make an exception.

"Oi, leave her. She'll live; I didn't get her in the heart. I got her on the right side you pillock so stop actin' out a funeral service." Grimmjow grunted, irritated by the woman who seemed to be the only thing that was spoiling the mood. Also since she was obtaining more attention from the orange head than he was…

"No…" Ichigo's voice was shaky and not as half as powerful as he had intended. He mentally cursed himself.

Ichigo watched as the blue haired man grinned, who seemed to be more happy with the answer than if he might have said yes.

"Resistant are we? What's your name struggler?"

"Like fuck I am gonna tell you." Ichigo rasped, terror coursing through his body. What was he to do? He couldn't call for help, no one was gonna be back here. He would just have to hold this guy off until the police arrived. They would search the entire building…

Grimmjow was amused by how violent the orange head's terrified words were. He bent down onto his knees, making himself eye level with the boy in front of him.

"Trust me on this, you'd be doing both of us and her a favour if you left and came with me." He motioned towards the girl with the gun in his hand, knowing full well it would catch the guy's attention.

A simple reply… "Fuck you."

Not so much myself, more…you. Grimmjow thought mentally.

Shiro jumped out the van, walking towards the familiar warehouse, leaving the others to do the hard work of unloading the truck. They could do what they wanted with the money, he didn't care. The robbery had been a spur of the moment thought really. He had been bored. Overrun the security, (which was pretty easy when you had Szayel on your team) grab a van, a gun and BAM; you're in. Simple as…

Shiro settled himself on the overly-sized bed in his overly-sized room, looking up at the ceiling. He sighed; coming to a conclusion…he was still bored.

A harsh vibration from his back pocket brought him back to his senses. It was from Nnoitra which was unexpected unless it concerned business.

Grimmjow's got a new pet. Are we up for taking hostages now?

A new pet? An interesting phrase to use. It never struck Shiro that Grimmjow was the kind to kidnap people…so that meant that this so called 'pet' of Grimmjow's must be the real deal.

An image of the orange head back at the bank flashed across his mind, could it be him? Shiro grinned, finally finding something to occupy himself with. This should be interesting…

Ichigo didn't know where the fuck he was. The blindfold had taken care of that. He was sat on a cold, hard floor, his feet and hands some how bound.

His mind was in a haze, unaware of how he had ended up like this in the first place. His limbs felt so god damn heavy… what had happened?

He vaguely remembered holding someone and then being forced against a wall; something hard pressing against his back. After that every thing was a blur: unclear.

"It's about time you woke up." A voice grunted from nearby.

That voice! Ichigo recognised it, a familiar chill running down his spine.

"W-where am I?" Ichigo breathed. He strained his arms against the tough rope constricting him, but his muscles felt deflated and awkward.

"Doesn't really matter. The same thing is gonna happen to you."

Ichigo froze. He went still. All he could do was stay still.

"Don't you have the decency to show me your face?" Ichigo growled, trying to at least get the blindfold off for starters.

Ichigo heard footsteps come towards him; he couldn't help but cringe away as he heard the footsteps stop in front of him. A hand firmly gripped his arm, pulling him forward into what felt like a shoulder.

Ichigo felt breath tickle his ear and neck, brushing at his orange locks.

"There is nothing decent about me." A deep voice purred. Ichigo shuddered. He felt the fabric fall from his face to reveal the man in front of him.

"The name's Grimmjow." The blue haired man smirked, "remember me?"

Ichigo swallowed, those teal eyes burned into him, making his mouth go dry. Oh he remembered alright.

"Where's Rukia?" He choked.

Grimmjow grunted, he presumed he was referring to the bleeding bitch from earlier. Pfft, who knew? Who cared?

"Safe; which is more than I can say for you." Grimmjow growled. He slammed the orange head back against the hard floor, crawling on top of him. Grimmjow watched as he started to squirm trying to escape the restrictions of the rope. What a glorious sight…

He slapped him across the face, trying to stop his futile efforts of escaping; they were irritating him. The man beneath him grunted, the sharp pain catching him unawares.

Grimmjow leaned forward, pressing his chest against the other. He felt an awkward small shape pressing against himself; leaning back he noticed the name tag on the orange head's jacket.

Grimmjow grinned, "Ichigo, huh?"

He felt the body stiffen beneath him. He let out a short back of laughter before speaking, "What? It is only fair that I know your name, you know mine!"

"F-fuck…" Ichigo muttered as he tried to wriggle out of the rope, it was so god damn tight. Ichigo's gaze shot upwards when he heard Grimmjow let out a small groan. Quivering, he slowly lowered his sight upon what was resting on his stomach.

This couldn't be happening… Ichigo thought.

Grimmjow followed his stare and smirked, "That's right; that's all for you." Ichigo looked back up at him wide eyed; Grimmjow could see the fear and realisation coursing through him. It was a good look.

He leant forward and pressed his lips against Ichigo's ear.

"what is a guy like you doin' being a banker?" Grimmjow whispered. He flicked his tongue out and ran it along the shell of Ichigo's ear. The other's breath hitched and he felt him twitch under his body.

Whilst holding him with one arm he slid his other hand down his front, lower and lower. Ichigo made a sound that was neither a whimper nor a growl and gritted his teeth as Grimmjow held his crotch and squeezed lightly.

"Such a waste…" Grimmjow muttered.

"S-stop, please." Ichigo grunted; he didn't want this. He needed this to stop…but his body seemed to have other ideas. He could feel himself going hard under the man's grip. Shit! Why the hell was this happening? Adrenaline and excitement was pumping in his blood, he could feel it. But this was bad! He needed to get out and-

"Am I interrupting something?" A smooth voice inquired. Both heads snapped round to the amused golden orbs that stared down on both of them.

I don't think it is gonna take a genius to guess what is gonna happen in the next chapter... I apologise for any shocking punctuation or grammer mistakes that may have been discovered along the way.

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