Ichigo stopped at the edge of the dance floor, eyes searching the mass of bodies moving to the beat of the music thumping through the speakers. Keigo stopped when he felt a tug on his arm, and turned back to look at Ichigo. He watched as the orange head scanned the crowd for a few minutes before walking up to his friend.

"Come on Ichigo! This is a dance floor! You're supposed to be dancing!" Keigo whined, tugging on Ichigo's arm. His gaze snapping back to the brunette, Ichigo allowed Keigo to pull him towards the center of the floor. Once they reached their destination, Keigo released Ichigo, instead moving towards a green haired woman whose eyes shone a little too bright in Ichigo's opinion. The woman had a finger up, coaxing Keigo over to her. Her gaze darted to Ichigo for a moment, giving him a little wink before turning her full attention back onto the brunette.

Rolling his eyes, Ichigo turned away from the two, his gaze searching for a familiar face of one of his friends. He spotted Orihime not too far off dancing with a man with wavy brown hair and a matching goatee. He couldn't find Mizurio, but didn't think much of it. The young man was probably surrounded by a group of women somewhere. Shrugging off the worry for his friends safety, Ichigo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He let the music wash over him, feeling the beat of the bass deep in his limbs. A relaxed sigh passed his lips as he slowly got comfortable, allowing his hips to sway to the music. The bodies around him added to the movements. Some pushed against the orange head, tempting to entice him into dancing with them, but he ignored the gesture lost in his own world.

Eyes still closed, his movements became a little more intricate, fingers skimming over the front of his shirt before curling around his neck. His other arm moved up so his fingers could run through his hair. At one point, a daring patron moved over to the orange head, wrapping an arm around his waist. The unknown person brushed their lips over Ichigo's neck, teeth skimming the tan skin at the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Eyes fluttering open, Ichigo turned to look behind him, finding nothing but a mass of leather and lace clad bodies swaying with the music. Spinning around, he looked around for the assailant, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Shrugging it off, Ichigo let the music fill his mind once again, falling back into dancing.

Making his way down into the first level of the club, Shirosaki nodded to the men guarding the two doors. The tall, lanky, black haired male held the door open for him as he stepped into the front room.

"We have a good batch today sir," the man stated and Shirosaki smirked.

"So it would seem Nnoitra," he mumbled, turning his full attention on the silver haired male holding open the door that would lead him to the delicious looking orange head.

"Any trouble down here Gin?" He questioned the silver haired male who shook his head, the grin on his lips widening.

"No trouble sir, but I did spot something interesting. Have you seen the male with the orange hair?" Gin questioned. Shirosaki nodded, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips.

"That I have. Is he marked?" Shirosaki questioned, his smirk faltering at that thought. What if he was marked? He was the one who made the rule that once a human was marked they were off limits. Even he must obey that rule.

"Not that I saw," Gin commented, and Shirosaki's grin came back full force.

"Then I best get in there and claim him before anyone else gets their fangs into him," he purred, his eyes flashing. Gin nodded, bowing as Shirosaki breezed through the door into the club. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra followed not to far behind him.

Swirling gold eyes scanned the crowded club as Shirosaki searched for his orange head. Oh, the man would be his soon enough. Slowly making his way towards the dance floor where he last saw the male, Shirosaki's eyes darted to the sides every now and then, making eye contact with the other vampires in the room. Many gave him a curt nod, others took to moving towards him, intent on gaining his attention, until Grimmjow or Ulquiorra shot them a dark glare making them back off. Reaching the edge of the dance floor, Shirosaki inhaled deeply. The mixture of sweat, blood, and the sweet scent of human assaulted his senses, the hunger raging full force in his blood. Growling low, he moved forward, easily flitting through the crowded dance floor. Behind him, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra followed, keeping an eye out for the man that their boss had chosen.

Nearing the center of the dance floor, Shirosaki started to become nervous. Where was he? He spun around frantically hoping he did not pass him at some point. Did another vampire already get to him? His blood ran cold at that thought. His hands clenched into tight fists, black painted fingernails digging into the white skin of his palms. "Sir," Grimmjow stated, catching Shirosaki's attention.

"What is it now! If it doesn't have to do with my orange haired boy, I don't want to hear it!" Shirosaki hissed, baring his fangs.

"The hunger is getting to you," Ulquiorra remarked, earning a heated glare from Shirosaki. Ulquiorra just stared at him blankly before his eyes darted to gaze over the white haired male's shoulder, eyes widening slightly. Shirosaki raised a curious eyebrow, turning to look over his shoulder. A low groan passed his lips at the sight before him. He watched the man dance, hips undulating to the beat, fingers skimming over tanned skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, eyes closed, and lips parted just slightly. Shirosaki hungrily drank in the sight before him, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Oh what a delicious sight the orange head made. Grimmjow watched him, smirking slightly at the obvious effect the human male had on his boss. Shirosaki stepped forward, gaze locked on the hips swaying enticingly, almost as if the movement was done intentionally to draw him in.

Once he got close enough, Shirosaki could smell the male's scent, along with another, darker scent. The scent of a vampire. His eyes narrowed, lips pulling into a snarl. His gaze flickered to the man's neck. Finding the smooth skin unmarked, he breathed a sigh of relief, moving to stand in front of the human.

Ichigo remained oblivious to the gazes on him, his entire mind and body wrapped up in the music. Not until an arm snaked around his waist, hips grinding into his creating friction that left his skin tingling, a pair of lips at his ear as someone breathed hotly into it, did Ichigo realize that he was not alone. His eyes snapped open just as Shirosaki pulled back to gaze down at him. Chocolate met gold as the two stared each other down, neither noticing that they had yet to stop their sensual dance. In fact, the arm around Ichigo's waist pulled him closer to the man, hips grinding together more viciously. Ichigo let out a slight gasp, his eyes widening to the size of plates. Shirosaki gazed down at him, eyes shining playfully. He leaned down, brushing his lips over Ichigo's neck, shivering at the feel of the human's pulse quickening against his lips.

Bringing his mouth up to the orange head's ear, he whispered sensually into it, asking, "If I asked would ya tell me your name?" He smirked against Ichigo's cheek as he felt a tremor flow through the man. Tanned fingers came up to rest against the pale man's shoulders.

Clearing his throat, Ichigo responded, "I-Ichigo, Kurosaki Ichigo." Shirosaki leaned back a smile on his lips.

"Nice ta meet ya Ichigo. Names Ogichi Shirosaki, but please call me Shiro," he purred, enjoying the light blush that appeared because of it.

Ichigo couldn't think. His brain seemed to have gone into sleep mode. He studied the man before him. Never before had he seen someone so pale, and those eyes. He shivered slightly. Those eyes that seemed to pierce into his very soul, learning all of his deepest, darkest desires. The man wore skin tight leather pants much like his own, but for some reason, Ichigo thought they looked better on Shirosaki. His eyes moved up, taking in the skin tight, dark blue shirt that seemed to accentuate the planes of the pale man's muscles. His gaze lingered on the man's lips before moving back up to bore into his eyes. Ichigo's brain started working long enough to think that perhaps coming to the club wasn't such a bad idea. Blinking, Ichigo shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? It was then that he noticed that he was still grinding against Shirosaki, his fingers gripping tightly into the fabric covering the man's shoulders. He quickly stopped moving, removing his grip from Shirosaki in favor of rubbing his upper arms, nervously bouncing from one foot to the other.

Shirosaki frowned when Ichigo stopped dancing with him, his gaze quizzical as he watched the human become nervous. Ichigo tore his gaze away from his, looking at the floor instead. Sighing, Shirosaki reached a hand up, placing his pointer finger under Ichigo's chin, forcing the orange head's gaze back up. "There's no need ta be nervous. Just one dance?" He questioned.

Ichigo chewed on his bottom lip, mentally debating with himself. On one hand he could say yes, oh how he wanted to say yes, just to feel Shirosaki close to him again. But, a more sensible part of his mind kept telling him to decline and get away from the man. He barely even knew the guy! Shirosaki's thumb came up to brush across Ichigo's bottom lip as he leaned closer. "Give it a chance. Ya might enjoy it," he purred, smirking when Ichigo let out a small groan.

At the seductive tone of Shirosaki's voice, the sensible part of Ichigo's brain got tossed out, and he stepped closer to the man, his arms resting on Shirosaki's shoulders. "Perhaps one dance won't hurt," he mumbled. Shirosaki grinned, his fingers skimming over Ichigo's sides before gripping tightly to leather clad hips.

"I'm glad ya see it my way," Shirosaki whispered hotly into Ichigo's ear, using his hands to coax the human into moving. After a few moments, Ichigo began to move on his own, earning a pleased growl from Shirosaki. He pulled Ichigo closer, needing to feel the heat pouring off the human. Mixed with the mouthwatering scent of the man, it was enough to drive the vampire to the brink of insanity.

Lowering his lips to the human's neck, Shirosaki pressed a kiss to the area just above Ichigo's pulse point, pleased when the orange head let out a breathy moan against his ear, tickling the hairs at the back of his neck. Shirosaki's lips parted, fangs skimming over the tan column as Ichigo tilted his head to the side, baring his neck to Shirosaki. Tan fingers curled into silvery locks as Shirosaki lightly pressed down, not enough for his fangs to pierce, not just yet. He didn't want to scare the man away. Ichigo shivered, pressing his body against Shirosaki's, tugging on the man's hair.

"You're teasin me," Shirosaki whispered seductively against Ichigo's neck, his tongue coming out to run along the expanse of the human's neck, smirking when Ichigo's pulse rate became rapid like a little hummingbird.

"I would say that it is you teasing me," Ichigo whispered against Shirosaki's ear. Shivering at the feel of Ichigo's lips brushing over his skin, Shirosaki willed the hunger away. It would do him no good to bite the human now. He had to wait until he could coax Ichigo into joining him upstairs in the VIP room.

Ulquiorra and Grimmjow stood off to the side, watching as their boss worked his charm on the unsuspecting human. Shirosaki was a master at it. He could seduce even the most stubborn person, this human stood no chance. The pager hooked to the belt loop of Grimmjow's jeans gave off a quiet chime, and he looked down at it. Letting out an annoyed growl, he looked back up, meeting Ulquiorra's curious gaze. "What is it?" The raven haired male questioned.

Sighing, Grimmjow ran a hand through messy teal locks. "Aizen," he mumbled, his eyes moving to glance over at Shirosaki and the human.

"He's here now of all times!" Ulquiorra hissed lowly. Grimmjow nodded, his expression becoming apprehensive.

"I really don't want to be the one to interrupt him. He's gonna be pissed to all hell," he stated, watching Shirosaki whisper into the human's ear.

"It must be done," Ulquiorra mumbled, stepping towards Shirosaki. Grimmjow grabbed hold of his wrist, stopping the smaller vampire.

"Are you insane! You can't just walk up to them! He'll skin ya alive!" Grimmjow hissed, his eyes shining dangerously.

"Watch me," Ulquiorra retorted, pulling his arm free from Grimmjow's grasp. Grimmjow watched after him as Ulquiorra stepped up to Shirosaki. Groaning, Grimmjow followed after him. He couldn't very well let his friend die alone. That'd mean more work for him.

Ichigo couldn't stop himself. It was like someone else had control over his body, like he was a puppet, someone else moving the strings. A dense fog had settled over his mind, blocking out any coherent thought that managed to get through in his dazed state. The only thing he seemed to be aware of was the man in front of him who seemed to know exactly what to do to make Ichigo's body tingle with desire. Never before had anyone had such an effect on him. Just a simple sentence whispered into his ear made him want to give into whatever the man wanted from him. "How come I've never seen ya here before?" Shirosaki questioned, leaning back to stare down at Ichigo.

"This is my first time coming here," Ichigo responded, his voice light and breathy.

"I do hope you will come more often," Shirosaki mumbled, swirling golden eyes locking with Ichigo's dazed one's, leaning down until his lips were just a hairs breath away from the human.

"Mmm, it would be hard to stay away," Ichigo whispered against the pale lips, leaning forward just enough so his lips brush against the one's placed so tauntingly close. A smirk tugged at Shirosaki's lips.

"I'm glad to hear that," he purred. He watched as Ichigo brought his tongue out to moisten his lips, the human's eye lids coming down to cover his eyes part way. Just a little further. If he could just get the human to kiss him, then Ichigo would completely be under his charm.

"Sir," a voice called, snapping both Ichigo and Shirosaki out of their daze. Looking over his shoulder, Shirosaki shot his second and third in command a deadly glare. If looks could kill the two would be nothing but a pile of burnt ash scattered over the floor of the club.

"What is it?" He hissed. His voice had become distorted, a normal occurrence when a vampire used their "gifts".

"Aizen is here. He requests to meet with you, immediately," Grimmjow explained nervously. Cursing under his breath, Shirosaki nodded, turning back to Ichigo. Stepping up to him, Shirosaki reached his hand back, fingers curling around the back of the human's neck. Resting his forehead against Ichigo's, Shirosaki stared into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave you for a moment. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra will keep watch of you. Please don't leave this spot until I get back. I want to know more about ya," Shirosaki mumbled. Smiling when the human nodded, Shirosaki leaned back turning to face Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.

"Keep him in your sights at all times," he hissed lowly as he passed the two, heading for the door that would lead to the third level. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow turned to watch the white haired vampire storm off, clearly fuming that he was forced to leave before he could complete seducing his meal for the night. Sighing, Grimmjow turned to gaze back at the orange head, finding the male fidgeting, and looking around the room. Smirking at the human's obvious nervousness, Grimmjow walked over to him.

"How about we go get ya a drink? Ya look like ya could use one," Grimmjow offered, grinning when Ichigo's eyes darted over to him.

"Grimmjow, Shirosaki ordered him to stay here," Ulquiorra stated, stepping forward. Grimmjow turned to him and rolled his eyes.

"It will be fine, as long as we keep him in our sites. Shirosaki wouldn't want 'im getting dehydrated," Grimmjow sneered, eyes flashing with victory once Ulquiorra let out a defeated sigh.

"Fine, but we stay at the bar," Ulquiorra ordered to which Grimmjow nodded.

Ichigo stared confusedly between the two men. What the hell were they talking about? Order? Watch him? What, was he a five year old who couldn't be trusted to be left alone? Scowling, Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently on the wooden dance floor. Ulquiorra noticed the movement, and turned his head to look at Ichigo. Eying the human for a moment, he sighed, heading towards the back of the club, waving a hand over his shoulder motioning for the other two to follow him. Ichigo stared after him for a minute before willing his feet to move. Grimmjow walked behind him, keeping his eyes trained on the human's retreating back. It would do no good to lose him, if he wanted to keep living for another day.

Reaching the bar, Ichigo slid into his earlier seat, the blonde bartender smiling warmly. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra stepped up to the bar, and the bartender's smile faltered, glancing between the two men.

"Shinji, get this man whatever he would like," Ulquiorra ordered the bartender who nodded, turning to look at Ichigo, waiting for his order.

"Same as last time," Ichigo murmured, crossing his arms on top of the bar, resting his chin on them. Shinji smiled slightly, turning away from the small group to prepare the drink. Grimmjow slid into the seat next to Ichigo, turning to face the rest of the club. Ichigo watched him closely out of the corner of his eye, trying to decide if he could trust the man or not.

Shinji reappeared, placing a glass in front of Ichigo, before quickly darting away at the dark look sent his way from Ulquiorra. Ichigo sighed, stirring the drink with his straw before taking a big gulp. Letting the glass rest back on the counter, Ichigo closed his eyes trying to block out the people surrounding him. Hearing another voice, his eyes snapped open, turning his head to look back at the direction the voice came from. He found a tall, curvy, well endowed female talking in hushed whispers with Ulquiorra. Straining his ears, Ichigo tried to hear what was being said.

"There's been a fight," he heard the female murmur.

"Where," Ulquiorra hissed darkly.

"At the front. You and Grimmjow are needed," she whispered back. Ulquiorra's gaze darted to Ichigo for a moment before turning back to the woman.

"We have previous orders," he mumbled.

"We need you. Have Shinji keep an eye on him," the woman hissed back.

Ulquiorra was silent for a moment before nodding. The woman waited as he turned to tell the bartender to watch the orange head while they were gone. He then grabbed Grimmjow before darting off after the woman. Ichigo watched them go, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Don't worry. They'll be back soon," Shinji stated reassuringly, and Ichigo turned to find him wiping out a glass with a white towel before placing it in one of the shelves above the bar.

"Oh, I don't mind. I'm kinda glad they're gone. They gave me the chills," Ichigo mumbled, taking a sip from his drink. Shinji chuckled, shaking his head.

"You have no idea," he stated, smiling slightly. Ichigo gave him a curious look, but Shinji ignored it, instead wiping down the top of the bar. A man slid onto one of the stools a little ways down the bar, raising a hand up to wave at the bartender. Shinji flipped the towel over his shoulder, walking over to the man.

Ichigo watched the bartender take the man's order before nodding and turning his back to them to make the drink. At that moment, Ichigo's world became dark as something was pulled over his eyes, and an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him off the bar stool. Struggling, Ichigo tried to get out of the grip on him, resulting in being pulled against something hard for his effort. His attacker moved, pulling him away from the bar and into the shadows. Letting out a gasp Ichigo stilled at the feel of lips at his ear.

"Don't you just look delicious," an unknown male voice whispered hotly into his ear.