A/N: Hallo again! It's been way too friggin long! I try to get at least one story out a month and I've been working on this for several months. Writers block is one nasty thing. Any ways! I've got some minor cussing in this but because I absolutely hate the f-word and s-word (yes im such a child I know) I censor it. So…don't hate me too much!

WARNING!: For all those yaoi haters out there this is BOY ON BOY SMUT! If ur reading this I'm sure you know that by now but I still gotta add it since some dickheads don't understand the concept of DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!

DISCLAIMER: I no own! If I did Bleach would be the hardest yaoi yalls have ever seen…

Enjoy!

"You're an idiot you know."

"Shut up. I'll kill you if you say another word."

The doors to hell were close. Behind them there was the screeching of the tracking demons. Were they even going to make it?

"Of course we're going to make it dumbass."

Grimmjow gave Ulquiorra a glare as they sped up their Shunpo, the screeching becoming near unbearable behind them. He hated it that Ulquiorra always seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.

"Tch."

Grimmjow shifted as he moved to his second phase of release as Ulquiorra took on the form of wings. Barely, just barely, as the doors to the Underworld were sealing shut, in synchronization, they shot their Cero's and the doors blasted open that one last foot, letting them speed through as the doors shut behind them on the pursuing demons.

Karakura Town.

"Not the best location due to the strength of its inhabitants but the best one to hide us."

"Why would I need to hide?"

Grimmjow'd forgotten that Ulquiorra had been killed before the whole proceedings with Aizen; then, better yet, the fall of Ichigo and of the rest of the Arrancars, and then the dealings going on right now in Soul Society. Better not to tell him too much or he might seek revenge on Ichigo for his demise.

"There's too much going on right now. Besides we have no way to fight if we're all beat up like we are now. Tch."

"Ichigo Kurosaki?"

It almost wasn't a question but Grimmjow could hear the note of inquiry in the sad faced man's voice.

"Trapped in another dimension."

"So he's still alive." There was a simple nod of his head and he began his descent to the spirit rich ground.

Grimmjow followed a bit slower, watching the graceful descent of the winged demon. Ulquiorra had grown weaker in Hell. How could that have happened? There was no way that someone as strong as him could ever allow himself to become like that!

"Where?"

Grimmjow was startled out of his staring and hurried to the ground, changing back into his human form as did Ulquiorra.

"Doesn't matter. Force a human out of their housing or something."

He wasn't given an answer. Instead he just started walking down the dark street lit by the lamp lights overhead. Grimmjow continued to stare at Ulquiorra as he walked. There was something off. He kept watching to make sure he wasn't just imagining things… There! His step faltered! Again! No it wasn't possible. He'd never seen that faltering step so often. He must have been gravely wounded before he went to the Underworld or he'd never be like this.

Ulquiorra swayed slightly to the side. Then… What was Grimmjow seeing?! No it wasn't possible! Ulquiorra's knees buckled under him and Grimmjow watched in shock as the pale skinned man fell unconscious to the side. Just before he hit the ground Grimmjow's arms caught him without him giving the order.

"You've gotten thinner too."

For a shocked second there was silence but then Grimmjow's triumphant laughter echoed throughout the empty streets. He swung Ulquiorra up into his arms as he walked and kicked open the door of the nearest house. Inside there was a stirring upstairs at the sound and threw Ulquiorra's unconscious form onto the couch in the living room next to the front hallway and went upstairs to take care of the problem.

Once all four humans were all lying, most likely dead, outside, he dragged Ulquiorra up the stairs and into the biggest bedroom. He threw him on the bed then covered him.

"You'll owe me in the future." He said dispassionately and left the room feeling better than he had in months.

Ulquiorra woke with confusion as his blurry sight took in the ceiling fan above him. To his side was a brown dresser with pictures of a human family he had no interest in. Where was he? Someone bashing in the door across the room had him standing, ready to fight despite barely being able to stand on his feet. His cold expression stayed in one of indifference despite the internal panic he'd long since felt. There was something definitely wrong with him. It was all Ichigo Kurosaki's fault!

"What do you plan on doing in that condition? You can barely stand."

"Grimmjow."

Grimmjow swore he heard his name sighed in relief from between those unmoving lips but decided not to pursue it in case he heard wrong. Knowing Ulquiorra posed no threat, he shoved the pale man back onto the bed and put a bowl of some foreign substance onto the bedside table, knocking over the family photo.

"Eat. You'll be nothing but trouble if you don't."

"I don't care."

"Evidentially." Grimmjow blew out between his teeth and watched as Ulquiorra reached for the bowl with shaking hands.

Ulquiorra seemed to notice the shaking and glared at his own hand. Grimmjow couldn't help but choke back mocking laughter as he watched his old enemy turned temporary ally do such a ridiculous thing as glare at his own hand. It earned him his own personal glare but none the less he let out a small smile and picked the bowl back up. He set it into Ulquiorra's lap then sat on the end of the bed and watched in amusement as the Cuarta's hand shook with each spoonful of the gruel he'd managed to make. Human's had such weird looking food.

"I will kill you if you don't stop smirking you fool." Ulquiorra's quiet threat pulled Grimmjow out of his reverie of the human world's strange ways.

"I'd love to see you try!" he laughed and stood, putting his face into Ulquiorra's.

One swift lift of his hand and before Grimmjow could do anything, the force of the back of Ulquiorra's hand sent him flying across the room and toppling over a short side desk, efficiently breaking it into pieces. Mundane objects scattered everywhere, wood splintering and one actually managed to puncture his finger.

"Hmm… seems you have more strength left in you than you let on." He mumbled and stuck the bleeding finger into his mouth.

A sweet taste accompanied the rust flavor of blood and he looked down into the mess, trying to figure out where this strange flavor could have come from. It tasted sweet, not how he expected random house items to taste like. He shrugged it off and stood again, his finger immediately healing. Cautiously he watched Ulquiorra in case he wasn't done throwing him around. After all, he hadn't saved him from Hell just to have him try to kill him. Again.

"Ok, fine. I'll leave ya alone. The food ain't gonna eat itself if you haven't noticed." He called as he makes his way out the door into the other parts of the house.

Ulquiorra listened to Grimmjow's lithe footsteps retreat and the thump of his weight as he fell onto the couch, evidentially almost as exhausted as he felt. The spoon in his hand still shook, making the odd feeling of anger stir again at his own weakness. Emotion seemed to be a new accompaniment to this newly reformed body of his. He didn't know what to do with it and while he ate he found that he could barely recall the things that happened to him before he died. The bare minimum of information was left but most of the detail was gone. Strange.

He finished his food slowly in peace and found that as he finished the last bites his head was drooping lower and his eyelids felt heavier. If possible his body felt even more worn out than after he'd escaped through the gate and before he realized it his head had slid to the side and his eyes had shut, sleep finally catching him.

In the other room Grimmjow heard what sounded like a choke and rushed to other room but the sight before him stopped him cold. Ulquiorra was bent over sideways in the most ridiculous position asleep. The choking noise he'd heard was because with his head bent he was obviously having trouble breathing. So choking back laughter Grimmjow took the bowl from Ulquiorra's lap and set it aside. Carefully, so as not to wake the merciless Arrancar, lifted his body and settled him among the blankets, his head on the pillow. Grimmjow didn't want to deal with an uncharacteristically moody Ulquiorra in the morning for sleeping in a painful position.

Very suddenly Ulquiorra's hand shot out and grasped his wrist as he pulled away. Still weak from opening the gates to Hell, Grimmjow couldn't pull away, try as he might. Yet he could only do a bit of pulling without waking him up. So, giving up, he settled onto the bed on the other side of him. The blankets were warm on his cold skin. He shivered slightly and pulled the top blanket over him so they were separated by a sheet. As soon as his head connected with the pillow, despite being in an awkward position with Ulquiorra's hand, he was out.

BASH! Grimmjow woke to being bashed over the head with something very heavy, and very hard.

"What the hell?!" he raged, pouncing up from the bed.

"Are you awake?" Ulquiorra's cold voice asked him, slightly unsteady.

The unsteady note caught Grimmjow unawares, even in his bout of anger. Turning his head to the side where Ulquiorra stood off the bed holding a lamp but what made Grimmjow's jaw drop was the fact that Ulquiorra's white skin was marked with bites and reddening hickeys and tied around his waist was the sheet he'd been lying on.

"What the hell?!" he reiterated, taking in the rumpled Arrancar's state.

"This is truly pathetic. I have to defend myself using a lamp." Ulquiorra sighed and dropped it with a crash, destroying what was left of the shattered light. "But the real question is, why must I defend myself from you? It seems you have snapped out of it now but what were you doing earlier?"

"Sleeping! Well, I was until you smashed that thing on my head!" Grimmjow roared, trying his best to advert his eyes from Ulquiorra's exposed form.

"Then explain these." Ulquiorra pointed at the marks marring his otherwise flawless skin.

"How the hell would I know?! I told you I was sleeping!"

Ulquiorra didn't do anything but he didn't say anything either. He just stood there staring at Grimmjow blankly. For a second Grimmjow didn't move.

"And how am I still alive…?" he asked hesitantly and began to move off of the bed to grasp the remains of the broken lamp on the floor and toss them further away from Ulquiorra.

"Hell has done a number on me. It seems that hitting you with my full strength is barely that of a human's."

"You seemed well enough yesterday." Grimmjow mumbled.

Ulquiorra glared at him and sat back on the bed, avoiding Grimmjow in case he pounced again. There was no need to speak since Grimmjow obviously didn't expect a reply. Grimmjow began thinking back on what could have happened the night before. He'd gone to bed on the couch. How did he get to the bedroom? He'd never slept walked before so why would he start now? Had anything different happened? He wasn't in his mating season even.

The more Grimmjow thought about it the more and more confused he got. And the more distracted he got. Reaching down to pick up the shards of glass and other debris off the ground, Grimmjow got so caught up in what he was thinking about he didn't realize as he clutched a sharp piece of glass in his palm. He hissed in pain and immediately dropped the offending object. Bright red began to run from the minor cut but a vivid pink was smeared across his palm tainting the color.

"Damn it." Grimmjow hissed and began to lick up the blood and pink.

As soon as the new substance hit his tongue, a sugary sweet taste burst inside his mouth, tainting the bitter blood with a slight strawberry flavor.

"What the f-"

"What Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra asked in his bored monotonous tone yet with real concern hidden in his comrade's name.

Grimmjow gave him an odd look as he felt a heat being to burn through him, first in his throat then down to his gut where it pooled in his groin.

"Whoa!" he cried and let go of all the debris he'd collected so far.

Everything clattered to the ground and Grimmjow clutched his pants as he scurried to the bathroom. Ulquiorra just watched in curiosity and a little concern as he darted out of sight and on weak knees climbed out of the bed and kneeled among the glass until he found the bloodied glass. There was not only blood but the odd pink substance he'd seen Grimmjow lick up.

Curious he swiped his finger across the liquid and without even thinking of the consequences put it right into his mouth, licking the sweetness from his pale finger. He let it coat his mouth before finally letting it down his throat. It was actually delicious. He didn't see what Grimmjow's problem was.

Wanting more, Ulquiorra knelt among the mess Grimmjow had made the night before and looked for more of the sweet pink liquid. Moving a broken picture to the side he hit the jackpot. What looked like the original container was broken and on its side but still half full. Ulquiorra picked it up and sat back on the bed, dipping his finger into the liquid and bringing it to his mouth.

As he continued to lick away the foreign substance, a low tingling in his belly began. At first he just ignored it but as he continued the heat began to grow. Slowly he put the broken glass down onto the side table and pulled the blankets to the side to stare down at the center point of heat, his groin.

He repeated Grimmjow's earlier exclamation of the broken off, "What the…?"

Slowly he turned his head to look at where Grimmjow had disappeared to. Had he poisoned him? Did he do all that on purpose just to pique his interest and get the revenge he'd always wanted?

"Grimmjow." He said, barely above his normal voice but coming from Ulquiorra it was equivalent to a shout.

From the bathroom, Grimmjow had only gotten so far as to release himself from his pants and quickly grasp himself around his surprise arousal and begin to pump. He almost didn't hear when Ulquiorra called his name in a far more unstable voice than he'd heard before. Pulling up his hastily dropped pants he rushed out, not bothering to zip up the front since his arousal was still far from gone.

"Ulquiorra!" he yelled, expecting the worst possible situation for Ulquiorra to call his name in such a way.

What he found had him frozen in his tracks, his pants starting to hurt him. Ulquiorra was sitting on the bed, blankets thrown to the side, exposing his usually white skin, tainted pink. He was panting and spilled across his the sheet on his wide spread legs was the same pink, strawberry liquid he'd lapped up from before. What was left of the drug was still in the container on the side desk, a good amount left.

Grimmjow let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall next to the bathroom door, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm him down, or at least to control himself.

"Now what would possess you to repeat after me when clearly the decision I made didn't have the best results?"

Ulquiorra started at that. What exactly had possessed him to repeat his actions? He simply shook his head slightly, his blank face slowly scrunching up into a slightly uncomfortable frown. His normally cold body was heating up fast, fire running through his veins but in a completely different way than what he'd experienced in Hell. It was that heat that had scared him at first.

Grimmjow watched the strange, unfamiliar emotions flicker briefly across his face and despite his own discomfort he laughed, cackling in the face of Ulquiorra's confusion. Ulquiorra's emotionless green eyes finally lit in a glare and damned Hell for making him so weak that he couldn't do anything to wipe that snide look off Grimmjow's face. He doubled over slightly so he was staring at the mess in his lap and not at Grimmjow.

"You know what that feeling is? Of course you don't! You wouldn't know feeling if it hit you in the face." Grimmjow paused and thought about the situation they were in for a second. "That's not a bad idea." He said aloud and stalked quickly across the room where Ulquiorra sat bent over on the bed.

Hearing his approach Ulquiorra began to sit back up, tensing but wasn't quick enough. His wrist was roughly grabbed and he was dragged up by force and tossed backwards, onto the bed. His eyes widened in shock though the rest of his face didn't move much. Without much time to process what was happening, Grimmjow loomed over him on all fours over his body.

"You truly are an animal."

"Oh I'll show you animal!" Grimmjow exclaimed and began to tear the sheets from Ulquiorra's prone body.

Despite all his instincts telling him to lash out, Ulquiorra knows that his strength at the moment is no better than the humans who used to inhabit the house. He stays stock still, not letting a single emotion break through his barrier.

"Come now, where's that lovely face you made earlier?!" he exclaimed and pulled his head forward by his hair and turned the pink face up to look straight at him.

When Ulquiorra didn't answer, nor did he give and sign of emotion, he frowned and contemplated smacking the hell out of him but decided against it if he wanted that rude mouth to work for him. Instead he gripped his jaw tight, forcing his mouth open and let go of his hair to stick a finger into his mouth. Ulquiorra's eyes finally lit with a bit of surprised emotion before flattening out though the slight tilt of his eyebrows meant he was extremely displeased.

The feel of Ulquiorra's wet tongue sparked a fire in Grimmjow's veins at the thought of it travelling over his hard erection still tucked uncomfortably in his pants. The fact that Ulquiorra was a guy no longer mattered. They were both severely turned on and one was weaker than the other. It all worked perfectly; though Grimmjow knew Ulquiorra was clearly going to fight it.

"Well, since you made the mistake of copying me how about you finish what you started by servicing me a little? After all I think I deserve a little revenge for all the sh*t you put me through back in Hueco Mundo."

Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed but other than that he didn't move as Grimmjow's fingers continued to invade his mouth.

"At least you finally understand that you're weak now. So, let's at least have some fun, eh?"

Ulquiorra doubted that his sense of fun (ramming his fist through Grimmjow's face) matched Grimmjow's. When Grimmjow began to pull down his hastily done up jeans he knew he was definitely not going to like this.

Grimmjow watched as recognition and then hate burned within Ulquiorra's blank gaze and felt triumphant at the small transformation. He got his jeans down to his knees where they were leaning on the bed before he had to pull his fingers, slick with Ulquiorra's saliva, back and sat up to take off his shirt and pull the jeans off of himself.

"Are you really contemplating such a heinous act between two men?" Ulquiorra question with the slight hope that pointing out the fact that he was indeed a guy would startle Grimmjow into stopping.

"Men, women, they're all the same. They each have a hole I can f*ck." Grimmjow said, making a vulgar gesture with his hands, demonstrating the f*cking process.

Finally Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed in hate and disgust. He pulled his hand up from where it'd been resting docilely at his side and aimed his two pointer fingers at Grimmjow's face. He was still one of the leading Espada despite dying and spending too long in Hell.

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes in a challenge as he watched Ulquiorra pull up what was left of his power and charged a cero. Unfortunately for Ulquiorra, the cero was barely above the lowest ranking Espada and to tease him, Grimmjow grabbed his wrist and put those fingers into his mouth. Ulquiorra was surprised enough to let it off too early and Grimmjow absorbed every last ounce of cero shot out with no difficulty.

"Now that I've absorbed you, time for you to absorb me." Grimmjow commanded with a smirk as he pulled Ulquiorra's smoking fingers out of his mouth, giving them a final lick.

Ulquiorra's eyes widened as he slowly came to understand the meaning of those words. Grimmjow gave him no time to think and pulled the naked Arrancar up on his knees and shoved his face down until it was level with his clothed cock. Ulquiorra had no choice but to bend under the pressure of Grimmjow's grip, going down on his hands and knees until he stared with disgust at the little wet spot his cock was making in the straining fabric of his boxers.

Yet the sight had him thinking of his own cock and the heat returned full force and he had to open his mouth to pant as his nose couldn't take in as much oxygen. Whatever drug he had ingested was making him burn so good with arousal. He felt disgusted at the feeling.

"Look at you, panting like a bitch. You really can feel." Grimmjow taunted with glee.

Wasting no more time, Grimmjow pulled down the band of his boxers and finally let his hard, leaking cock spring out. With Ulquiorra being so close it slapped him in the face. Grimmjow held him in place by his hair to stop his recoil.

"Well, come on then. It's not going to suck itself."

Ulquiorra shut his panting mouth and gave him a defiant glare. He ground his teeth together sharply and gave the cock an evil look as if he could burn it….or bite it. The thought came unbidden to his mind and he figured, why not give Grimmjow what he wanted? He'd give Grimmjow a warm mouth but he didn't have to make it pleasant.

Grimmjow watched the murderous look on Ulquiorra's face turn blank once more and grinned, thinking he'd won. He continued to watch as Ulquiorra pulled his head far enough back that his white lower lip barely brushed the throbbing tip of his needy cock. He felt like he could burst at any time thanks to that wonderful human drug working through his system, and he wanted to do it deep inside Ulquiorra's throat.

Slowly Ulquiorra's lips parted, taking in the burning length of meat and he waited for Grimmjow's grip to loosen a bit. So Ulquiorra opened his mouth enough to let the head in and slowly Grimmjow rocked into his mouth. He watched Grimmjow's face and as soon as he closed his eyes Ulquiorra shut his mouth, teeth and all.

Pain suddenly engulfed his cock as Ulquiorra bit him, hard. He howled in pain and gave a yank on Ulquiorra's hair so hard it pulled a few strands loose. Ulquiorra only bit harder as pain filtered through the arousal still coursing through him.

"Let go you bitch or I'll send you straight back into Hell!" Grimmjow howled and put his glowing palm, ready with a cero, onto Ulquiorra's face.

The cero began to scorch his skin and finally he unhinged his jaw and yanked off him. Grimmjow threw him by his hair into the wall above the bed. It was hard enough to crack the drywall but not enough to seriously hurt Ulquiorra, just stun him.

"Little bitch, little bitch, little BITCH!" Grimmjow ranted and yanked Ulquiorra up once again by the hair, throwing him face down into the bed. "So you like it rough?! I'll give you rough. But thanks to you I can't go in you raw. It'd end up hurting me more than you."

Grimmjow looked around the room and settled on the broken drug container and quickly grabbed it. He carelessly poured half of it onto Ulquiorra's backside and roughly shoved two fingers straight past the resisting muscle and right up into his ass. Ulquiorra gave a low cry of pain before clamping down on his lips to keep from making another noise. He'd never cried out in pain before, this was new.

The fingers shoved deep into his ass started to move and again he had to resist crying out. But as the fingers curled and stretched him out they began hitting somewhere deep inside of him that sent and involuntary jolt through him. Unconsciously he found himself drawing his legs farther apart as he pushed back slightly onto those finger. Grimmjow smirked and added another finger as he watched Ulquiorra move unconsciously to the rhythm his fingers set.

"You really do like it rough." He smirked and grasped Ulquiorra's dick and gave it a few harsh jerks.

In complete surprise Ulquiorra grasped the sheets beside his head and threw his head back as he arched his back. His eyes were blown wide open and his mouth was slightly parted as he tried to get enough air. Grimmjow had to admit, even as a guy Ulquiorra's body was in a pretty sexy position. But he wanted to hear more from him. He pushed his fingers deep into Ulquiorra's body again and again, looking for that spot that made him jolt earlier and he knew he'd found it once Ulquiorra's body jerked and his mouth opened further.

"Alright, time for you to really swallow me whole." He smirked and poured the rest of the drug onto his pulsing dick, spreading it around before grabbing Ulquiorra's hips.

The tight grip on his hips held him from moving away from the burning arousal steadied at his entrance. Then slowly it pushed forward, spreading the recovering muscle once again and forcing its way inch by agonizing inch deep inside him. He could feel each and every throb and pulse coming from Grimmjow's dick and all he could do was bite his lips to prevent any unwanted sound from escaping. His face was burning and his skin felt ultra-sensitive as his most private places were invaded.

Once he sat balls deep inside of Ulquiorra he gave those pale hips a tight squeeze and delighted at the feeling of his muscles tightening around him. Finally he pulled out sharply and gave a quick snap of his hips in then out then froze. Ulquiorra spasmed beneath him and gave a tug to his dick, feeling it get wetter and wetter.

"You really do like it rough." He said with almost a reverent quality. "Hey," he said and leaned over Ulquiorra's back to whisper in his ear, "let me hear you."

Ulquiorra shivered violently at all the unknown, overwhelming sensations assaulting his senses. The whispering in his ear alerted him to the sensitivity along his neck. He turned his head to the side away from Grimmjow and tried to still his shaking but then Grimmjow gave a nip to his shoulder, trailing up his neck. Finally he let out a short pant and in response he felt Grimmjow throb within him.

"Louder." Grimmjow demanded and gave a harsh bite, breaking the skin on the top of his shoulder where his neck met his shoulder.

He gave a short gasp, not wanting to give into Grimmjow's demands. He felt the heat that seemed to be flooding him begin to pool low in his gut. His dick, being slowly jerked by Grimmjow as he moved slowly in and out of him, began to weep as his arousal became almost too much for him.

"G-grimmjow." He growled, wanting to tell him off but at the first sound of his name Grimmjow pulled himself up and slammed deep inside of Ulquiorra.

Finally he began a breakneck pace. Sharp snaps of the hips and the harsh sounds of flesh on flesh resounded throughout the room. Ulquiorra's mouth opened wide as his brows knitted together fully for the first time in ages as he tried to close off his throat to all sounds demanding escape.

"I said… . !" Grimmjow punctuated each of his words with a particularly rough thrust until Ulquiorra finally let out a low keen from the back of his throat.

It wasn't the great cry that Grimmjow wanted but it was damn near close. He felt his climax jump closer and he began grinding hard into the tight heat he was clad in and felt a shift beneath him. Ulquiorra squirmed as he was suddenly hit from a new angle and that spot deep inside of him was roughly ground into and the pleasure became blinding. He'd thought that Grimmjow's finger prodding had felt good but this was completely different. With the huge head of Grimmjow's cock plowing into it he had no choice but to let out a sharp cry as his climax hit.

Grimmjow watched as Ulquiorra's normally blank face transformed into one of pure ecstasy as he threw his head back, arching that slender spine making his shoulder blades jut out and he gave the sexiest damn keen if he'd ever heard one. Finally hearing the cry he'd wanted Grimmjow growled and pushed in as deep as he could. He thought he'd be the one to climax first but was incredibly surprised to feel a sharp throb in his fist where he still held Ulquiorra's dick then a gush of hot semen as he climaxed. The tightness of Ulquiorra's virgin hole seemed to become impossibly tighter around him as he clenched in pure pleasure.

Ulquiorra's climax milked Grimmjow of his own and after a couple more ball deep thrusts he sat still and let his own pleasure wash over him and spill into Ulquiorra's tight cavern. Ulquiorra could feel the burning heat of Grimmjow's seed flow into and he felt another rush of pleasure at it. He panted and finally his knees collapsed, the only thing now holding him up was Grimmjow's hands as he gripped him tight in order to finish.

When Grimmjow finally finished and let go Ulquiorra collapsed causing his softening dick to pull out, making both of them give a gasp. Ulquiorra could feel his abused hole trying to close itself and winced when he felt a sharp stab of pleasure when Grimmjow's seed began spilling out of him, leaving hot trails of cum across his thighs.

"You think one time will satisfy me? Not with this drug in my system." He looked around for a bit for something to clean up the mess on Ulquiorra but couldn't find anything usable until his eyes settled on the bathroom door. "Shower sex it is."

Ulquiorra's eyes shot open and he glared at Grimmjow as he realized what he'd said.

"No." he panted and pushed himself up on wobbly arms.

"Oh yes." Grimmjow grinned like a maniac and hauled Ulquiorra's thin, pale frame up into his arms.

Ulquiorra caught a glimpse of the mess they'd made on the bed just before the door to the bathroom slammed, sealing his fate.

A/N: Alright! I finally got this out! Took me waaaay too long to write this! So I hope you got all the way through it (seeing as you're reading this I hope it's safe to assume you did) and enjoyed it.

If you did enjoy it REVIEW! You have no idea (I'm sure you do) how much it makes my day just to see a review! Haha! Alright, see you in my next fic! I'm trying for another Kuroshitsuji one. ~hearts~