SMACK! He heard the sound of glass breaking as the bottle hit him with enough force to knock him onto the ground.
"You don't understand I'm trying to help you"
"Shut the FUCK up Ulquiorra!"
Ulquiorra felt his head where the bottle struck him and found it was dripping with a mixture of alcohol and blood.
"Grimmjow I really don't want to hurt you please put the bottle down"
"No! I need it! Stupid bitch leave me alone!"
Ulquiorra was hurt that his lover was treating him this way but all he wanted to focus on was getting that bottle one way or another.
"Grimmjow, I love you. I can't stand by while you drink your remaining life away. I don't want to see you die."
"Well I honestly don't give a SHIT. Do I really look like I care?"
Ulquiorra was silent.
"Yeah I use you for the sex that's about it so whatever fairy tale you had about us is never gonna happen"
Ulquiorra pretended not to care and stood up
"Awesome. Thank you for sharing. Is that it?"
Grimmjow nodded
Ulquiorra grabbed the bottle and had Grimmjow underneath him on the floor in one swift movement.
"You should get some sleep"
Ulquiorra began running his fingers through Grimmjow's hair as if nothing happened and waited until Grimmjow finally fell asleep…or passed out from being so drunk…it was hard to tell which.
**the next morning**
"Fuck! I have the WORST damn hangover of my FUCKING LIFE!"
Ulquiorra had been listening to Grimmjow bitch about his hangover for the past two hours.
"Oh my god I don't even remember last night at all! What the FUCK happened?"
"You were just really drunk"
Ulquiorra said pushing away memories of the previous night.
"Oh man this headache is such a BITCH! Qui bear hand me a beer"
"I'm afraid I can't do that Grimmjow"
Grimmjow was obviously confused. He can't hide emotions like Ulquiorra can.
"What? Why the fuck not?"
"Because, Grimmjow, you're a drunk. It wouldn't kill you to stay sober for a couple days."
"Yes it would! What the fuck man?"
Ulquiorra looked at Grimmjow and wondered what he liked more than beer. He needed one thing that Grimmjow simply couldn't live without.
He smiled
"Grimmjow, what if there was something that you needed more than beer? Would you take that instead of drinking?"
"Well yeah I suppose…depending on what it is"
With that Ulquiorra got up and laid next to Grimmjow. He kissed him passionately sending the message of what he wanted to do.
Grimmjow, being Grimmjow, is never uke. Ever. So he was quick to take over.
He kissed Ulquiorra's neck and shoulder and chest and when he was tired of waiting he decided to tear off Ulquiorra's remaining clothes along with his own and begin.
He always felt a sense of power and adrenaline during sex but with Ulquiorra it was different. With Ulquiorra he felt like what he was doing was right. He wasn't just banging a trashy hooker or someone he met at a bar. He felt sick when he even thought of using the term 'banging' when referring to Ulquiorra. This was right and he knew it.
Once they had both reached climax they collapsed on the bed.
"You were right, Qui bear. I could do this instead of drink" He said out of breath
"I knew I was right"
Ulquiorra smiled
"I always am"