Gin grabs the two alcoholic cocktail glasses from the tray, He tip toes from the wooden kitchen floor to his front yard of a sandy beach. Wind blows in his hair and sways the delicate palm tree's that surrounds him. While looking to the man sitting in the wooden lawn chair wearing nothing but a thick white robe and just as barefoot as he was; Gin fantasies, pondering how on earth did this all come about. How did he become to be so happy in these few passing months in his life?
"Oi!" The man waves him closer to him, Gin smiles as the brown haired man toasts to good health as they snuggle next to one another in the same wooden lawn chair. Gin lays his head to the man's freshly bathed chest and smiles while looking at the sunset.
"Its beautiful tonight isn't it?" He looks up to his lover.
"More then usual." The man felt overwhelmed as he stares back down at the blissful Gin. "We should have done this years ago." He smirks.
"Good thing, I shot you then?" Gin jokes about the trauma that had befallen them. "I love you... I love you Aizen." He clings to him while rubbing along his scarred knee.
Aizen leans his forehead in to touch Gins. Gin is something cruel when left alone. Aizen had seen the light and vows to love him and only him. Maybe it was the bullet that had changed him or a new change of scenery. Living his new life on their private island he bought for the two of them would prove Gin had won him back and for good this time. Being a mob boss could change many things about a man, he wondered how Grimmjow is handling his new responsibilities as the Head Honcho. Maybe he had already fallen and was dead in a ditch somewhere or maybe he has risen like the gods has planned for him. Aizen clears his throat and shrugged it off, that was his old life, a past life if you will; he had to focus on the future. Although he couldn't help thinking how Ulquiorra was doing now that he was free of him...
Ulquiorra rolls over in bed, His lips comes face to face with Grimmjow's as he is being pulled closer into Grimmjow's chest. He listens to Grimmjow's purr like snoring and smiles at his sleeping face. Wrapping his own arm around Grimmjow's thick built waist, he stares at the bedroom ceiling. His eyes slowly blink while counting the number of imaginary sheep floating by. He couldn't sleep. In fact, he hadn't slept since Grimmjow became the new Yakuza boss. Though they no longer had to hide their sexual attraction to one another nor sneak around when the urge overwhelmed them; Their lives were different and so is their new arrangement.
Ulquiorra is required to live with the beast, he also took on the duties of a house wife while battling the internal struggle that laid in his heart. Did he truly love Grimmjow? Or was this world forcing him too? He has become accustom to the sex with Grimmjow, enjoyed it more time after time but he wasn't so sure of the emotions that plagued him. He needed to get out of this lifestyle. He sighs while swirling his fingers in Grimmjow's small patch of chest hair suddenly, Grimmjow's free hand reaches up to touch his.
"Mmm...What's wrong...?" Grimmjow mutters, half asleep
"I was just thinking... thats all." Ulquiorra lays his head on Grimmjow's warm chest, he could hear his heart beating slowly.
"About?" Grimmjow says groggily.
"When can I be free of this place?" Ulquiorra goes back to playing with Grimmjow's chest hair.
"You are free..." Grimmjow mumbles and kisses Ulquiorra's forehead. "...Now go to sleep."
"..I just want to be home... my own home, this hotel is not my home and I never get to leave here." Ulquiorra frowns.
"Leaving would take you away from me... Don't you want to be with me?" Grimmjow shakes his head.
"Yes but..." Ulquiorra isn't quite sure what to say. He couldn't tell Grimmjow he wanted time and space to think about his feelings for him.
"No 'buts' now close your eyes and sleep." He demanded with irritation.
"Now I know how Aizen's lover felt." Ulquiorra sighs and lays back down while Grimmjow's eyes pop open, as he sits up in the bed. He glares at Ulquiorra and then grabs a pillow and throws the covers back, he jumps out the bed and walks towards the door. "Where are you going?" Ulquiorra looks confused while asking him.
"To the couch!" Grimmjow grabs the door knob and slams the bedroom door behind him, how could Ulquiorra say something like that? Had he not been gentle with him this whole time? He worked his ass off to make Ulquiorra comfortable considering the circumstances. He muttered some more about Ulquiorra's growing selfishness then plops on the couch, closing his eyes to get some desperately needed sleep.
The sun shines brightly through the kitchen window as Ulquiorra stood in the kitchen whipping a pancake mix in a bowl. He uses a pair of chopsticks to roll a fried egg and places it on Grimmjow's plate. He understood that his words upset Grimmjow last night, so maybe a little breakfast would smooth things over. He waits as Grimmjow takes forever to get dressed this particular morning, the man is a snail Ulquiorra pouts. He flips the last of the fluffy pancakes he created and set the table for breakfast.
"Here let me fix your tie." Ulquiorra glides over to Grimmjow pulling on his black and green tie, He shuffles the tie around making loops. "I made breakfast." Ulquiorra looks up at him when he was done.
"There's no time, I'm late for a meeting." Grimmjow fixes his watch on his arm looking at the time, he isn't late at all. He just needed to get away from Ulquiorra before another argument broke out.
"Then at least have some coffee before you go." Ulquiorra walks to the kitchen cabinet lifting a cup from its natural place yet when he closed the cabinet door, Grimmjow was already gone: he left without so much as a goodbye. Ulquiorra pouts once more.
All the while across town at the Senkaimon airport, the well built body and long brown hair of an old friend steps off a plane. He inhales the familiar air as a sense of nostalgia over came him. Turning his head to a side he smiles his seductive smile at the woman who brought him his bag.
"Mr. Starrk you can't smoke in here..." She returns the smile and escorts him to the airport doors.
"What a shame..." He puffs the last of his cigarette and put it out on the floor. "Finally, I'm home again." Starrk murmurs before stuffing his luggage in the trunk of a taxi and sliding in the back seat. The Slacker had returned to finish business.
A/N: Hi guys, I've received many many emails about putting the second story out so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it, also I would like to say that it is more Grimmjow and Ulquiorra based like everyone asked for! PLZ READ & REVIEW :)