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The Streets of Hueco Mundo	By : needlesandthread Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eleven: Found Out
            Grimmjow winced as the shower pelted down on his back, cascading over the angry red claw marks. He gingerly washed the cuts, smirking as he relived how he got them. The image of Ichigo writhing beneath him and screaming his name in pleasure was one that he would never forget. Remembering he had a job to do, he stopped his perverse thinking and hurriedly but thoroughly finished washing, rinsed, and stepped out of the shower.
            He towel dried his hair and body, slinging the towel low across his hips, padding out of the bathroom and into his massive closet. Now he had to find something to wear to that wretched club that was “presentable” but functional to hide the heat he’d be carrying in. Ichigo had cleared it with Shiro that they’d be coming through and hopefully making an arrest. Squad 13 was on back up, and the Captain had a holding cell ready to go.
            Frowning, he chose a pair of stone washed gray jeans that were a causal fit, worn out in all the right places. A slightly lighter colored gray t shirt that fit like a second skin, topped with a black light weight motorcycle jacket. He shoulder holstered his service weapon beneath his left arm. He decided black steel toed combat boots were best to complete the ensemble, and smirked in the mirror. Ichigo was gonna love this shit.

            Ichigo had arrived at the club on his motorcycle, parking it next to a non-descript black van that was windowless and said “Supermix Entertainment” on the side, as if it belonged to the DJ playing tonight. Nice touch, thought Ichigo, rapping gently on the side door three times quickly and twice with the flat of his palm. The door cracked open and Ichigo was met with a grinning Renji.
            “Sup dude? I knew it was you by the sound of your bike before the outside camera picked up your image.”
            Ichigo grinned.
            “I need you to hold my helmet and jacket, this stuff is expensive and I don’t want some prick to steal it.” Renji took the helmet and watched as Ichigo peeled off his jacket, shaking his head at Ichigo’s attire.
            “Don’t get raped in there, Ichigo,” piped up Rukia, looking as though she’d love nothing less than to watch him be pounded into by some hot hunk.
            “Thanks. Just have our backs if need be. I’m unarmed, obviously, so if shit hits the fan be ready, Renji.”
            “I’m always ready,” Renji said, flashing his holstered gun beneath his jacket. Ichigo knew he had one at the ready elsewhere, which was just Renji’s style.
            He nodded at the two of them and turned on his heel, sauntering up to the club as if he was the hottest thing to grace the planet. He wore nothing but the tightest black skinny jeans he had, with black suspenders. No shirt. Black converses and leather bands across his wrists. He was out to entice Ginjo to his demise. And he was more than confident it was going to work.
            “My my, aren’t we getting’ well acquainted wit’ each other?” purred Shiro from behind his desk as Grimmjow stomped his way into the albino’s office and over to plop down in the chair he sat in last time.
            “Just shut it, I’m not in the mood for your sarcasm,” snapped Grimmjow, crossing his arms across his chest to keep his hands from strangling his boyfriend’s twin. Something told him Ichigo wouldn’t like that so much.
            “Ooo, touchy. What’s got yer panties in a bunch, hot stuff?” asked Shiro.
            “None of your business,” replied Grimmjow, his eyes trained on the tv screen, waiting to see Ichigo appear in the room where Ginjo was lounging, sipping a drink, trying to look casually cool.
            Shiro’s eyes gleamed as he studied Grimmjow and a slow, sadistic smirk stretched across his pale face.
            “Ah, ya fucked King, and now ya gotta watch what’s yers slobberin’ all over this asshole,” he said lowly, noting the slight clench of Grimmjow’s jaw as all the reply he was going to get. It was all he needed.
            “How was it?” he asked after a moment.
            Grimmjow was up in a flash and had Shiro by the lapels of his white silk suit coat. He didn’t even have time to growl out what he was going to say to the still smirking man as he felt the cold steel of a gun pressed right into the back of his neck.
            “Kindly remove your hands from Mr. Shirosaki, or I will be forced to sever your head from your body via the hollow tip bullets in this gun,” commented Halibel calmly from behind him.
            “You do realize you are threatening to harm an officer, right?” snapped Grimmjow, very irritated that he had a gun pulled on him again by this woman.
            “You do realize that it is my job not to give a shit?” said Halibel, snapping off the safety to make a point.
            “I fucking hate you,” spat Grimmjow to Shiro, shoving him back into his chair. Shiro glared heatedly back at him, his eyes saying the feeling was mutual. The second he released the albino the gun was removed. Fuming, he sat back in the chair.
            Just then, Ichigo appeared on the screen, and both the angry men’s attention was diverted. Grimmjow about died when he saw what Ichigo was wearing. He suppressed the snarl that was in his throat.
            Ichigo followed Loly into the VIP room that Ginjo normally booked. Once she was sure he didn’t need anything further she left, a hint of a small smile directed toward Ichigo when she walked by. Ichigo sauntered over to Ginjo, whose eyes were traveling appreciatively over his naked torso.
            “Your mama must have been a sugar factory and your daddy a candy maker, cuz nobody should look that sweet,” he replied as Ichigo climbed into his lap. Ichigo did his best to look flattered, but in his head he was dying from laughter. Hell no, he did not just use that cheesy line on me!                                                                                                                                                                 “Stop, you’re going to me blush,” Ichigo said shyly, looking up at Ginjo from beneath his eyelashes. He allowed his hands to playfully explore Ginjo’s chest.
            “Oh, there’s a lot of things I’d like to make you do,” Ginjo said lewdly, tracing a finger over Ichigo’s lips. His finger trailed down Ichigo’s jaw, the curve of his neck, his hand splaying out to feel the skin of his chest. Despite the sick feeling in his gut, Ichigo could feel his body responding to being touched by a stranger. He let his eyes slide closed; hoping Ginjo would interpret it as a sign of pleasure.
            “What do you say we get out of here? I have a supply run I have to do, but you can come along, and then afterwards you and I can go to my place and have a real party.”
            “I think that sounds excellent,” said Ichigo, smiling sexily and sliding from Ginjo’s lap. He looked over his shoulder at the man, who was taking in his back side.
            “Let’s go, I can’t wait to show you what I can do.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      “Oh.My.God.” Ichigo said, mouth hanging open as he stood in front of Ginjo’s car.
            “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” he said with a superior grin.
            “She’s fucking gorgeous!” Ichigo exclaimed. He knew this guy was a dirty, drug dealing bastard, but holy fuck, this car was something else. The inky black Jaguar XKR-S was sex on wheels for sure. Ichigo slid in the passenger seat, running a finger lovingly over the mirco red piping that adorned the warm charcoal colored leather. He clicked his seat belt in place, smirking at Ginjo.
            “You look pretty good there, babe, maybe we’ll just fuck in the car, I don’t know I can wait to get home.”
            “Whatever you want,” purred Ichigo as they sped off. It didn’t matter to him, with both Renji and Grimmjow tracking his cell phone and following not far behind, Ginjo wasn’t going to get as lucky as he thought.
            They rolled up to Alto’s junk yard that lay on the outskirts of town. Ginjo carefully maneuvered his car into a parking spot about a half mile inside the yard, behind a massive crane.
            “Don’t go anywhere, love,” he said, climbing out and walking over to a murdered out Lincoln Navigator across from where he parked. The windows were tinted as darkly as Ginjo’s were, and Ichigo was immediately grateful for that when he saw who climbed out of the SUV.
            There was no mistaking the brown haired, 6’ 1” man standing before Ginjo, that slight smirk playing across his mouth. Aizen, from Narcotics. The dark skinned man that also accompanied him Ichigo recognized as Tosen from Records and Evidence. No shit. That explained a lot. Ichigo grabbed his phone and dialed Renji.
            “Ichigo! What’s going on? We are outside the junk yard, I parked back in the woods across the street outta sight.”
            “You won’t believe this shit; Aizen and Tosen are out here handing over Pantera to Ginjo from Evidence! They’ve been supplying Ginjo and that’s where the missing evidence is coming from! I’m surprised they are still doing it even though Ishida is on to the missing evidence.”
            “Holy fuck,” commented Renji.
            Ichigo watched the exchange and saw Aizen’s eyes flash over to the car. He could see him ask Ginjo something, and saw Ginjo gesture back toward him. Whatever Ginjo said Aizen didn’t like, the look he shot to the car was icy cold. FUCK.
            “I’ve been had, Renji, gotta go,” he said. Ichigo silenced the phone and shoved it in his back pocket. He saw Ginjo turn and start back for the car. He desperately searched the glove box for a weapon. Nothing. He ran his hand under the driver’s seat and came up with a butterfly knife. He stuffed it in his sock, his tight jeans would hold it in place and it was dark enough no one would notice the odd bulge at his ankle. He tried to look casual as Ginjo pulled open his door.
            “My friends want to meet you, sweetheart. Come say hello.”
            Ichigo got out of the car, swallowing thickly. His heart pounded as every step drew him closer to Aizen with Ginjo hot on his heels.
            Grimmjow abandoned his car a quarter mile from the junk yard in an abandoned parking lot and jogged toward the entrance. He saw a flash of red come streaking out of the woods.
            “Oi! What’s going on?” he called, realizing it was Renji.
            “Ichigo’s been found out, he’s in danger!” exclaimed Renji. “Aizen and Tosen are the suppliers. They’ll kill him!”
            Grimmjow’s chest tightened in panic and his blood ran cold. Ichigo wasn’t even armed! His eyes hardened and his jaw set in determination.
            “Give me your weapon; I’m going in there to get him. You get Ruika’s weapon and follow as my cover, have her get back up here pronto, but silently.”
            Renji nodded, handing over his service weapon before sprinting back toward the hidden van.
            Grimmjow entered the junk yard, following the tracer of Ichigo’s phone. His heart hammered in fear and adrenalin kicked into over drive. Protocol be damned, that was his lover in there, and there was about to be a bunch of dead bodies in this motherfucker if any happened to Ichigo.
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