Grimmjow: Four to Love

Beta: OveractiveImagination39

I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.

Chapter 1: How is your life so far?

Running his fingers through his short, electric blue hair, he grinned at his own reflection in the mirror. Damn, he looked good today! Reaching for the gel, he squeezed just enough to straighten his locks, because he knew that she otherwise would complain about them looking too wild. He could fix that later.

"Grimmjow, it is late. You should go now," her gorgeous voice called from downstairs. Oh man, how he loved this woman. It wouldn't hurt if she could be a little more relaxed sometimes, but hell, who really cared about that. Nobody's perfect, right?

On the way downstairs he slipped into his ashen-gray jacket. As expected, she waited for him at the bottom of the staircase, giving him one of her bright smiles. With her hands behind her back, her full, curly waist long hair framing her beautiful face, and the way she swayed playfully from side to side, she looked like an innocent schoolgirl.

Hell, he loved when she looked like this, and for a second he thought about kissing her to the ground, and taking her right here in the hall of their house. But she would not like that. Maybe if he took her in his arms and carried her into the living room - they hadn't had sex on the sofa for quite some time now. Feeling the inevitable tightness in his groin growing at this thought, his grin increased. Yeah, that was worth a try.

Grabbing the handle for support, he jumped down, skipping the last three steps. Without wasting time he pulled her forcefully into his arms, pressing their bodies flush together. His kiss was deep with longing, and unmistakably made clear what he was up to. She returned it, but then she pulled back, pushing him away a little with both hands, in one of them she held a dark-blue tie.

"Grimmjow, not now, okay? It's already late and you know I don't like it when you have to drive too fast," she said soothingly before she placed another light kiss on his lips.

He sighed. Then he buried his face in her hair and whispered in her ear, "Hey, Babe wanna come with me tonight? We could heat up the dance floor together," he asked, already knowing she would decline because she had one of her strange counselling sessions with some of her customers, which she took very seriously. Hell, if he could figure out why, still he wasn't about to complain. These snobs paid good money for her to simply talk some sense into them, and to quit treating their surrogate kids on four legs like real ones.

Shaking her head in denial, she giggled, and even though he enjoyed the movement of her large breasts against his chest, he resisted the urge of tasting them with his hands, which he knew would upset her unless they were intimate.

He sighed again, and stepped back. Somehow it really was a shame that she was so unsure about her own features. She was the most alluring and beautiful woman he knew. After being together with her for a little more than three years, he hoped this attitude would change one day, and she would lose her shyness a little more, bit-by-bit. But this was not the case even if he never had given her a reason to doubt how she looked like in his eyes. Or ensure her that all other men would think the same. But it was of no help; she seemed unchangeable in this point. But hell, who cared anyways. He just needed to take her to their bedroom where he could get everything from her. Well, not everything, but almost.

"I think you should wear a tie. This is going to be festive event and you should be dressed properly," smiling at him she draped the tie around the collar of his white dress shirt.

Grimmjow caught her hands, "Babe, this is only my fucking ten year high school reunion. I don't need to wear a damn tie."

Grimmjow!" she scolded, "Didn't we agree that you would try not to cuss so much?" Then she pouted, "Please, let me put on the tie. It suits you so well." With her big shiny eyes framed with long lashes she gazed at him pleadingly.

He never could resist her when she did that, and so he released her hands. This was also something he could fix later. After the tie was done she gave him another light kiss and shoved him towards the door to the garage, "Have fun and don't drink too much, and leave the top of the car closed. Okay? Your hair will just get messed up, and it is already far too cold to drive without the top anyway."

"Sure thing Babe, I'll do whatever you say, " Grimmjow replied over his shoulder before he vanished into the garage, closing the door behind him.

Inside he pressed the button to open the door while the fingers of his other hand moved tenderly over the front of his black 1972 Jaguar-XK-E Roadster. As he walked around to the driver's side he greeted the car, "Hello Sweetheart."

She had not spoken to him for a whole week after he had bought the car, which had cost him a fortune. But fuck it, he always had wanted one, and after he had made the big deal with the New York Giants for recruiting one of the hottest young talents for them as their new Quarterback, he just couldn´t resist the appeal of the car, regardless of the cost, and subsequently had spent all the money he received on the purchase.

She had been within her rights to be angry with him because originally the money should have been for their wedding. While she saved every penny she could, he had spent an amount large enough to cover her idea of a such an event, without giving it a second thought, or having any regrets about it.

Well, no he had given it a second thought, but had come to the conclusion that he would not mind a wedding delay at all - not that he did not want to marry her some day - but he was sure that the next logical step for her would be having a baby. He could imagine a lot of things with her, but a baby?

Damn, while he could picture her easily as a mother, he could not envision himself being a father to a constantly crying for attention, smelly, little annoying brat. Just the thought was enough to give him a major headache. Even if Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was afraid of nothing, this was something that made his stomach flip and knot together. Sure, he knew a baby would make her happy, but they still had enough time for that. Life was good as it was now and he wanted to enjoy it like that a little longer.

Grimmjow took his place on the black, hand sewn leather seat and placed his hand on the wheel, enjoying the cold, smooth wood. He turned the motor on and with a roar the car came to life. The vibration of the powerful V12 piston engine shook the whole vehicle and filled his gut with an exciting sensation. The garage door already was open, and he carefully drove outside.

His other woman, the longhaired, busty beauty stood at the door waving him good bye. He waved back and drove slowly down the street. After the next curve he pulled the car to the side. First he removed his tie, throwing it into the glove compartment before he got out to lower the top. Yeah, that was much better. Okay, he felt a little guilty for betraying her, but she would not know anyway and was happy, which made him happy as well and why not have some fun. This would do no harm.

He got back into the car and looked at the watch. It was early enough to take a detour to have some fun, feeling the wind in his hair and enjoying the car's grip on a curvy street. He pressed the gas pedal down and the Jaguar sped forward. Hell, how he loved this car.

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Half an hour later Grimmjow had stopped his car again and stood at the sideline of the highway, but this time it had not been by his own decision. The police officer who was the reason for that, just handed a ticket over to him, "Well, Mr. Jaegerjaquez we are finished here. You can continue your journey but I would highly recommend doing it in an appropriate speed now," the officer tipped his head and walked back to his car.

Damn, fucking shit. She wouldn´t like this. Not at all. They would have another fruitless discussion about him always driving too fast. He looked at his watch again. Now he would also be late. Double fuck.

Grimmjow started the engine again and driving only a little faster than allowed and without another interruption, managed to arrive at his old high school only half an hour late.

From the numbers of cars parked outside, it seemed that nearly everybody had come. Grimmjow ran his fingers through his hair which was quite messy, but he didn´t care much because he preferred it this way.

Inside the band played, one of the songs everybody used to listen to in the year of their graduation. Greeting some guys, he immediately had recognized, Grimmjow walked over to the bar. There a lone figure was sitting his face turned to the stage. He stopped and looked closer. The man was wearing a perfectly tailored dark suit, with dress shirt and of course a tie.

Could that be him? Yes, it must be him because Grimmjow knew nobody else with such black hair and pale skin. Fuck, he never had expected to see him here. Ulquiorra Schiffer never had been a party man and no matter what Grimmjow had tried back during high school, had never met with any success. The guy had remained a social pariah.

In the past they had shared a rather strange friendship. Their fights with words had been infamous and sometimes they even came to blows, but even though Schiffer was short and slim, Grimmjow never had beaten him. Then they had lost sight of each other shortly after they had left high school.

As far as Grimmjow remembered Schiffer had ended up going to Michigan. The Big Ten University was a sports mecca, but he knew the antisocial enigma hadn't gone there for such reasons. Apparently they had a great engineering school, or something equally nerdy, and for Schiffer only the best would do.

He snuck up to the man at the bar. "Damn Schiffer, never expected to see you here," he yelled directly from behind in the other man's ear hitting him hard on the back.

Astonishingly, Schiffer managed not to fall off the barstool, and turned around having a very annoyed look on his face. His green eyes daring Grimmjow's, "Of course only some trash like you could come up with such an improper greeting," he replied in a sarcastic tone before he slipped smoothly from the chair.

Both men stood facing each other, and for a moment it looked like they would start a fight. But then Grimmjow laughed and pulled the other man into a rough embrace which Schiffer returned after only a second's hesitation.

Author's Note:
How Ulquiorra's life has been so far – you can find out when you read OveractiveImagination39 counterpart story Ulquiorra - Four to Love. The story is linked on my profile page and you also can find her among my favorite authors. I also would recommend to check out her other Ulqui/Hime stories as well.