Curiosity Screwed The Cat
Grimmjow opened stunning blue eyes to find that nothing in Las Noches had changed, and that the burning daylight still came in through the lone window hanging upon his wall.
A flare of reiatsu entered his pesquisa, and he frowned. Ulquiorra. He was fighting? No, there was no one else with him. Well, then what the hell was he doing? Grimmjow frowned, completely perplexed by the strange sensation.
Curiosity overcame his better senses, and he traveled from his room off toward Ulquiorra's location. He found it to be in a small training nook, one that he felt was far too small for proper training sessions.
Fist connected with door, and a loud knock was produced. "Oy, Ulquiorra, the hell are you doing in there?"
The door opened into the room, and Grimmjow was surprised that it seemed to be larger than he remembered.
"Perfecting my abilities, if you really must know." Ulquiorra spoke in that condescending tone of his, chin held high so that his eyes could look down on Grimmjow. That didn't change the fact that Grimmjow was taller.
"So that's why the room looks bigger."
"Perhaps." Ulquiorra shrugged, closing his eyes. "If you're going to just stand there, please shut the door behind you."
Grimmjow reluctantly did as he was told, an uneasy feeling rising in his stomach. What was Ulquiorra going to do now? Grimmjow could not tell if he was happy or if he was angry to see him. No one could tell with that emotionless bastard. Still, Grimmjow wanted to know what went on in that head of his.
A rush of colors sprinted through Grimmjow's mind, and the next thing he knew, his lips were pressed at the base of Ulquiorra's neck, and he did not remember commanding his own body to perform such a task. What the—
Strangely, he felt Ulquiorra's arms lift and encircle him, but everything else was a blur. The surrounding room, the moments that followed—what was going on? A swishing sound of fabric signaled that first his clothes had been removed, and then Ulquiorra's.
Then, the feeling of intense pleasure overtook Grimmjow's senses, and he was breathing Ulquiorra's name before sinking feline teeth into pale flesh. The sexual acts were all blurred, but the pleasure derived was perfectly clear.
Slow motion resumed once Grimmjow was stretched out on his back, breathing heavily to catch his breath.
"This will not be a regular activity." Ulquiorra stated.
"Yeah, whatever." Grimmjow returned, pulling on his uniform and leaving the room.
-End