Ulquiorra drifted through the endless hallways of Las Noches, his mind adrift in the clouds. It was night time and the pale gloomy Espada couldn't sleep for the life of him. And you could only take so much of staring at the ceiling. So here he was, walking through the deserted corridor like a phantom, his green eyes glowing eerily in the darkness. It was because of that misfortune that another sleepless night creature spotted him.

"Yo."

Ulquiorra continued walking, the greeting falling upon deaf ears.

"Hey." Came the voice again, harsh irritation slowing through, "Ulqui."

The repulsive nickname penetrated the melancholy Espada's coma, "Hmm?"

Grimmjow stepped out from behind a pillar, his teeth gleaming in the harsh moon light, "Wacha' doing out and about so late at night?"

"None of your business." Came the automatic reply.

"Che'." Grimmjow sneered, stalking closer to the distant minded Espada, "What's with that look?"

Ulquiorra's owl eyes blinked, "What look?"

Grimmjow jabbed a finger at the pale face, "That look." His eyes glinted in an almost playful manner.

Ulquiorra was slow to respond, he felt hazy and rather out of it, "Trash…" was the best he could come up with.

Grimmjow arched an eyebrow, "I show concern for yer worthless ass and ya insult me?"

Ulquiorra shrugged and gazed off, his mind floating away.

Grimmjow scowled, "Hey!"

"….what?"

Grimmjow blinked, "No, really, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Ulquiorra swayed lightly on his feet, his eyes trained on some spot behind the pair of them, "…nothing…"

"Yeah right." Grimmjow spat, watching the level headed Espada teeter slightly, "Fuck this. Come on." He grabbed Ulquiorra's upper arm roughly and dragged him off, growling under his breath.

"Huh?" Ulquiorra mumbled, allowing himself to be hauled off in a most undignified manner, "W-wait…" he stumbled as Grimmjow tugged him along faster, his mind stuck in some sort of delay.

Grimmjow towed the punch drunken Espada to his room, kicked open the door, marched inside, and flung the raven haired man on the bed. "Sleep."

Ulquiorra bounced once on impact and then just laid there, splayed out in a messy fashion. He stared at the annoyed blue eyes blankly.

"Sleep!" Grimmjow ordered again, crossing his arms and towering over the rather limp Espada, "And quit staring at me!"

Ulquiorra blinked slowly, "I cannot."

Grimmjow stared, thrown slightly, "You-uh-what?"

"I cannot sleep."

"Oh!" Grimmjow looked slightly relieved, "Well, um, try." He sat down on the corner of his superior's bed, "Just…I don't know, relax."

"Very well."

Grimmjow watched as the tension in the pale man's shoulders slumped away as he stared at the ceiling. He didn't look relaxed, he looked….bored. "Turn around."

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Grimmjow sneered, "Because I'm gonna help ya fall asleep, dammit!"

The part of Ulquiorra's brain that wasn't MIA protested, "But…"

"But nothing now move your ass over." Grimmjow growled.

Ulquiorra sighed and rolled over, resting his head on his arms and now began staring at his wall…which wasn't much different from the ceiling. He was in the middle of letting the restless boredom creep back upon him when he felt the bed shift under him and a weight hover above his body, "Grimmj—?"

"Shut up." Came the response.

Ulquiorra was about to argue when he felt the Sexta Espada sit on his lower back. Firm hands clasped his shoulders and began to run in deep circular motions. "A-ah!" he hummed quietly.

Grimmjow felt a wide grin form on his face and his hands pressed into the smaller man's back, easing out a surprising number of knots and cramps. He worked from shoulders to lower back and then crept back up again and brushed the soft raven hair aside, running his calloused hands down the tender pale flesh of Ulquiorra's neck. He gently began kneading out the knots and tension, brushing his fingers across the pale man's jaw from time to time.

Ulquiorra was in heaven. He moaned quietly as the hands erased all his pain and stress, leaving only a deep feeling of physical relief and tiredness. His entire duty suddenly seemed to bare down on him, and Grimmjow's hands fended it off easily. His green eyes drifted shut and he breathed out one last deep moan of satisfaction before sinking into the deepest sleep he'd ever had.

The blue haired Espada continued working until Ulquiorra's back and neck where free of all the tense muscle cramps. Grimmjow stretched and heard his back crack, earning a small wince. He eased himself off the smaller man and watched him sleep, his usual emotionless face gone, revealing a bone tired, and deeply relaxed Ulquiorra.