Grimmjow laid in bed with his head tucked between his pillows, how did he screw up this time?
Oh that's right, he went partying with Nnoitra. . .
Well it wasn't bad besides the killer hangover. And the black out.
"You woke up?" A monotone voice called from the entrance of the bedroom.
"Fuck off Ulquiorra." Grimmjow groaned at his boyfriend, his headache was killer.
The Emo bastard, Grimmjow called his oh so loving boyfriend, ripped the pillow out of his hands. "Trash."
Grimmjow snarled at his making to grab the pillow as Ulquiorra shoved his fingers into his mouth. The blue haired man back, not get far as the fair skinned man grabbed his jaw and forced him to drink water. The bigger man tired to fight, but soon the 'Drowning' stopped.
Grimmjow coughed as Ulquiorra shoved the pillow back on his head and exited the room, closing the door quietly.
It took a few hours and a nap for Grimmjow to realize Ulquiorra shoved Ibuprofen in his mouth. Most likely because he knew Grimmjow would rather be a 'man' and suffer then admit he needed help.
It was moments like these he remembered why he loved Ulquiorra so much.