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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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Ichigo stirred, squirming to get comfortable. Whatever he was laying on was hard, and he was sort of sweating. He shifted his head trying to get in a better position. Nothing was really working, but he didn’t want to wake up yet. He squirmed one last time in attempt to find comfort and stopped short when he heard a groan beneath him.
            Grimmjow had awoken just before Ichigo started stirring in his lap. He looked down at the sleeping man cuddled on his chest, sleeping peacefully. His handsome face was relaxed and smooth, his long eyelashes tickling the skin of Grimmjow’s neck as he slept. Grimmjow still had him wrapped in his arms, and he could feel Ichigo’s warmth permeating his body. He could feel the strong muscle of Ichigo’s back. He could smell his scent. And all this was doing bad things to a certain area of his body.
            And then Ichigo started squirming around, rubbing his tightly jeaned ass against Grimmjow’s lap, who suddenly realized he was only wearing his boxer briefs and they wouldn’t hide his growing problem. Ichigo nuzzled his neck, and Grimmjow bit his lip as Ichigo’s soft hair and lips sent a shiver through his body. When Ichigo squirmed again and ground right into his cock, he couldn’t help but groan. Pathetic, the guy wasn’t even conscious and he had him so worked up.
            Ichigo slowly cracked his eyes open, remembering he’d spent the night at Grimmjow’s and remembered his nightmare. He flicked his eyes up, meeting Grimmjow’s.
            “Mornin’ sunshine. How ya feelin’?”
            “Like a hippo is tap dancing on my brain,” Ichigo replied, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing shut his eyes.
            Grimmjow chuckled.
            “I have aspirin in the bathroom.”
            “You gonna let me go so I can get some?” He could feel Grimmjow’s erection pressing against his left buttock. He wondered if it was because of him or if it was just the normal morning wood.
            “Sorry,” muttered Grimmjow, letting his arms drop away from Ichigo, who slid slowly from his lap and sauntered off to the bathroom. Grimmjow bit his lip hard at the delicious friction. He was pretty sure Ichigo did that on purpose.
            Grimmjow bolted from the couch to his room to throw on some baggy pants. He jumped when Ichigo appeared in his doorway.
            “Hey, you got my keys? I want to go home and get a shower, and maybe go back to bed.”
            Grimmjow tossed him his keys from his nightstand.
            “Drive safe.”
            “I will.”
            Ichigo turned to leave, but looked back with a smirk.
            “You might want to take care of that, it looks painful,” he said, gesturing to Grimmjow’s crotch.
            Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, watching Ichigo saunter away and hearing him let himself out. Cocky little asshole. He had done that on purpose! He sighed. Ichigo had a point; his boner wasn’t going to go away by itself. How fucked up was he that he wanted to pound his partner into any and every flat surface in this house? And how pathetic was it that he was going to jerk off thinking about that? At this point, he didn’t care.
            Ichigo had gotten a shower and another two hours of restless sleep before Byakuya called him in to work. So Ichigo suited up and rode into work, although something in his gut told him he would not be patrolling. His curiosity was stirring around as he sat in his Captain’s office once again, waiting to see what he would say.
            Captain Kuchiki breezed into his office in his usual elegant manner, closing the door behind him. He greeted Ichigo and sat at his desk, leaned back and pressed his fingertips together.
            “Well, Ichigo, as you may or may not know your partner was subject to Internal Affairs investigation over a report discrepancy.”
            “I spoke with Grimmjow about it,” Ichigo confirmed, not exactly meeting Byakuya’s eyes.
            Kuchiki nodded slightly.
            “Well, I will tell you now, as I will tell him when we are finished here, that he was cleared.”
            “That was fast,” Ichigo said. Everyone knew Internal Affairs could drag their asses when they wanted to.
            “Well, Grimmjow hasn’t been with us long, so there’s not much to go on, and plus I lit a fire under their asses since it concerned one of my best officers.”
            Ichigo raised his eyebrow at his Captain’s uncharacteristic swear word usage, but said nothing.
            “Ishida compared the reports of his officers to those that were logged into evidence. They matched up. However, he had the idea that what was logged into evidence should be double checked. So he and members of the investigation team re-weighed the drugs in evidence. Mostly all of it is short of what both the reports and evidence records say should be there.”
            Ichigo’s eyes darkened.
            “So this means we have dirty cops in our midst.”
            His Captain frowned deeply and nodded.
            “Why are they, whoever they are, stealing drugs from evidence? And how are they even getting them out? It has to be an inside job. Are we even sure it’s officers and not someone from evidence?”
            “I assure you, Ichigo that we are working on that. However, since we can’t be sure, I was asked to put together an investigative team. Rukia and Renji are already on board. I want you and Grimmjow on as lead investigators. Squad 13 will resume their duties as normal, yet they will be trying to figure out from the inside what’s going on. I want you and Jeagerjaques on the streets canvassing and trying to figure out where the drugs are coming from on the outside. One or the other are bound to turn up something. But if you both accept the assignment I want not a word spoken to anyone aside Squad 13 and me about this.”
            “I understand and accept. I’m sure Grimmjow will too. I have a few informants that I’m sure would love a visit from me.”
            “It’s a start. You’ll both be receiving special equipment via Fedex in the next couple days. I’ll be in touch. Your excuse is you’re not ready to take the streets on so soon after Chad’s death, Grimmjow’s will still be pending investigation on him. You are dismissed.”
            Ichigo nodded and promptly left the station, his head whirling.
            The next 24 hours were excruciating. Ichigo couldn’t sit still. He’d stand and pace and sit just to jump up and do it again. He’d gone over everything in his mind a thousand times. He was excited yet nervous, and damn it if that Fedex package didn’t come soon he was going to go berserk!
            He never bolted so fast across his condo when there was finally a knock at his door. He yanked open the door only to be met by his blue haired partner’s ever present smirk.
            “Hey there berry, happy ta see me? Seems like a package came for ya. Bet it’s just like the one I got this morning.”
            “What are you doing here?” Ichigo asked, snatching the box from Grimmjow’s hand and turning away from the door, motioning his partner inside.
            “Captain told me ta get my ass over here and get ya, and when ya activated yer phone we could start workin’. Told me ya got some informants that need visitin’.”
            “So nice of the Captain to be giving out people’s addresses,” grumbled Ichigo as he ran a box cutter over the end of the box and dumped its contents onto the white marble countertop.
            “Better that than having me snoop for it, right?”
            “Whatever,” snapped Ichigo, picking up the plastic id that came with a cell phone. He scowled.
            “How the hell do I look like an Izo Kasaki?” he demanded, as Grimmjow howled in laughter.
            “That’s rich! They named me Kira Usaka. I don’t know who the hell makes fake ids for the department but they suck at picking names!”
            Ichigo flung it back on the counter with disgust and grabbed the phone, powering it on. He entered the code that came with it, watching the service bars light up. He scrolled through the contacts, noting there were four numbers already programmed in with initials: The captain, Grimmjow, Renji, and Rukia. Scrambled phones that couldn’t be traced or tapped, how brilliant. He felt sort of like James Bond.
            He turned to find Grimmjow was gone. That bastard. He grabbed the stupid id and shoved it in his jeans pocket along with the phone. He found Grimmjow lounging on his couch, feet on the coffee table.
            “You asshole, did I say you could just make yourself at home?”
            “Not my fault you are a prick with no manners.”
            “Get your feet off my table and let’s go, you idiot.”
            Grimmjow grinned and stood, following Ichigo out of his house and down to the parking lot. Grimmjow pointed to a black Mustang GT.
            “That’s our ride.”
            Ichigo rolled his eyes.
            “It was issued to me by the department.”
            “You refuse to drive anything that doesn’t have at least a V-8 in it?”
            “Not always,” Grimmjow said with a lecherous grin.
            “Pervert,” mumbled Ichigo, climbing in the passenger side.

            Being back on the East side, yet this time not in uniform, felt strangely exhilarating. Ichigo directed Grimmjow to the corner of Vine and Crescent, a known corner for prostitutes. He instructed Grimmjow to park and wait just down the street from the corner. Grimmjow cocked a brow as Ichigo climbed out of the car without a word and sauntered down the street, turning the corner and disappearing from sight.
            Just down Crescent Ichigo turned down a dark alley. It smelled of rotting garbage. Just as he thought, he could hear the tell tale signs of some John getting blown behind the dumpster. He drew his badge and service weapon from the back waistband of his jeans, bracing himself for what he was about to witness.
            “It’s your lucky day, Ryo; you get paid without having to finish the job.”
            The man getting serviced let out a surprised squeak, shoving away from the black haired girl on her knees.
            “Beat it, dirt bag, and don’t ever let me see you out here on these streets again, or you’ll be arrested for solicitation of a prostitute,” Ichigo snarled, shoving his badge in the man’s direction who stumbled down the alley, yanking up his pants.
            He turned back to the girl, who was standing up and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. He frowned at the dirty pink corset and black mini skirt she wore that barely covered her thin, pale body.
            “Are you going to arrest me, Ichigo?” she asked, raising a thin brow in defiance.
            “Not if you cooperate with me, Ryo,” he sighed. He had gone to school with this girl. She was the second in their grade with the highest grades, and was the star of track and field. Her parents died in a car accident just after graduation, and the next time he saw her he was a rookie on the force, lifting her from a filthy alley akin to the one they stood in now, all strung out on heroin. She was being pimped and controlled with drugs, and it broke his heart that such a bright future was lost because of Hueco Mundo.
            Removing her four inch pink platforms and crossing her arms, she asked, “What do you want to know? I can’t be caught talking to you, you know.”
            “You know anything about who’s dealing Pantera?” Ichigo asked, putting his gun back in his waistband.
            “There are lots of dealers. Are you looking for someone specific?” she asked, her eyes scanning for anyone passing by the alley.
            “Maybe. How’s it working out here? I know it’s not the same deal as any other drug, I know only Espada is manufacturing it. So that means it isn’t being dealt out by any ol’ smuck.”
            “You’re right. Espada has dealers that are only in their ranks. Growers are either committed to Espada or are just desperate for the money. Growers supply the dealers, who are relatively high in the ranks of Espada. The drug is in high demand, and they can’t really keep up the supply. But I don’t know much else. So if we’re done here I really need to get going.”
            Ichigo dug his wallet from his back pocket. He pulled a fifty from it.
            “Promise me you are going to the woman’s shelter tonight.”
            “Yeah, I’ll go.”
            “That’s not a promise, Ryo,” he snapped, yanking the bill back from her awaiting hand.
            “I promise! Damn it!”
            “You know I’ll call to check, so you better not lie, or use this to get high with. It’s not like I don’t know where to find you.”
            “I know,” she said, looking embarrassed and stuffing the bill in her bra.
            Turning to leave, Ichigo looked back at her one last time.
            “You’re better than this, Ryo.”
            “I know,” she whispered, looking as if she was going to cry.
            Ichigo turned away sadly, heading back to his awaiting partner.
            “Any luck?” he asked, when Ichigo sank into the passenger seat.
            “Not really. Let’s go over to the probate offices, so I can find out what some of my other informants have been up to since I’ve been gone.”
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