Pride
They say that the Devil's greatest sin was pride...
They wouldn't speak to each other unless it was an insult that slipped their lips. They wouldn't pass each other unless it was in the main hall to enter the meeting chamber. They couldn't even say the other's name unless there was a smart comment or undulating tone behind it. There was pretty much nothing you could do to save these two Arrancars from the inevitable clash of their swords.
And, as if heaven had fallen from the sky or hell had frozen over, they where face to face.
"Grimmjow." Ulquiorra said unwavering at the killer aura emitting from Grimmjow. Grimmjow, who was taller than Ulquiorra, smirked.
"Ulquiorra. What are you doing here?" Grimmjow asked, sarcasm dancing on his toung. Ulquiorra sighed, weary of their day-to-day quarrels. Grimmjow let Ulquiorra enter his room, making little room between him and the wall to pass through. Ulquiorra didn't seem to care as he grinded his body against Grimmjow's to get into the room.
"Aizen-sama said that you where talking a lot about me in today's meeting. I couldn't have attended since I had an early mission, but if you have anything to say, now would be the time." Ulquiorra looked directly at Grimmjow, who w2as still shaken by the sensation of Ulquiorra's lithe body pressed against his bare chest.
"Uh, oh, I uh..." Grimmjow blabbered on, forgetting his rebuttal the moment Ulquiorra flashed a quick smile. It had to be a mistake, right? "I knew that you where on a mission so I took the opportunity, Ulquiorra." Grimmjow finally said, angered that he had forgotten his response for something so...little.
"Or, could it be that you missed me at the meeting?" Ulquiorra whispered, taking a few steps closer to Grimmjow. Grimmjow was taken completely aback and felt his back hit the door. Ulquiorra was so close... his black hair seemed to caress Grimmjow's cheek as Ulquiorra whispered in his ear. "So why did you do it?"
Grimmjow turned his head when his lips where met with Ulquiorra's. The kiss was chaste, more like a crush's peck to the person they liked for years but had no courage to speak up to. Grimmjow kissed Ulquiorra back, letting his lips speak for him.
After a few seconds, Ulquiorra pulled back and viewed the image of a shaken and shy Grimmjow. It was...amazing--the usually arrogant, blabbermouth, and loud Espada was being apprehensive and quiet. Yup, hell had frozen over.
"Uh, I G-Guess I was talking about you because you weren't there..." Grimmjow whispered, confused beyond belief at this turn of events. Ulquiorra pardoned Grimmjow for coming in late, and began to exit. He was down the hall when he heard Grimmjow shout out:
"I-I meant I hate you!!" Echo down the hall. Ulquiorra smirked, remembering the phrase that Aizen had once told him.
...but the Devil has nothing on this guy...