A/N: Ok I wanted to write something that involved Ulquiorra and the idea hit me with a spoon whilst I was watching an episode n it made me want to write. Ulquiorras' nerves are always tampered with by the inferior yet smexy Grimmjow and thus this popped into my head though I don't think I worded it to well. Blast! Oh and enjoy!

The Fourth Espadas mask crumbles

Las Noches …. The home and battle ground for the fourth espada. But, he hadn't always been the 'fourth espada' he had once been as low as any other hollow struggling to feast on the delicious souls of wandering humans. The last time he had ventured to the human realm things had looked so bizarrely different to how he remembered it being when he first witnessed his existence as a mindless hollow desperate for the purest candy of all. The candy was the whole in which he had grown so attached to the sensation of devouring, every last delicious piece like some forbidden fruit that made him stronger and stronger with each solitary bite. The lust drove him and so many others crazy at the weakest level of being. But that was the past and now he, Ulquiorra Schiffer the fourth espada, would stand superior to all those that had once made him tremble in his animalistic form.

In an empty pure white hallway the Arrancar stood, near an arched window completely still and emotionless, his all seeing emeralds fixed intensely on the blue haired panther screeching in the far off murky distance. Of course once again it was screaming and raging that it was the king, that it was superior to even him the one given the number four. That panthera often sneered of his equality with him, it disturbed him and it was this agitation that had him staring so intensely into the violent scene. Watching as the beast cleaved every other creature near him, the fourth lifted his head ever so slightly, hand going subconsciously to his chest where the four shone under his coat. He knew how to calm his nerves; it was what he had to do every time that Grimmjow pissed him off.

Elegantly he leapt over the wall, gliding slowly to the dusty ground he landed on both feet and started to walk calmly towards where the animal was roaring. There was no rush; the sixth would not leave until he had devoured every other worthless piece of trash that surrounded him. Still, the thought of him slipping off crossed the fourths mind as he contemplated using his superiority to land next to Grimmjow with one step, or perhaps in front. He would enjoy the look of momentary fear in the wild animals stunning blue eyes. Deciding to indeed leap next to the panther, who was to busy having a tantrum to notice his arrival, he slapped the blue haired creature with an insane force and well placed back hand resulting in the lower creature being sent hurtling backwards. Those fowl words the blue haired arrancar roared echoed into the fourths mind, it pleased him to hear the panther break.

As the angry espada tried to lift his body off of the ground, a cero blast from the fourth slammed into his back pinning him to the sandy floor. Watching exhilarated as his prey twitched and tried to use his own cero against it, the fourth stepped to Gimmjow's side, looking down at him purposefully. He spoke, his untouched by emotion voice stating calmly.

"You disturbed Aizen-sama's thoughts, Grimmjow."

"Ulquiorra you bastard!" the caged cat's roar pleased the vampire-like arrancar.

"So, I shall be the one to deal out your punishment." Gently he placed his foot on the trapped form beneath him and violently stamped down onto the well sculpted stomach. Sending blow after blow until the ground itself caved and the blue-nett lay covered in blood with badly broken bones deforming his well built body.

"Know your place, Grimmjow," the fourth turned with grace on the spot. "You will never surpass me." He would have left it at that not wishing to dirty his feet on the unworthy beast had it not screamed at him.

"Bastard!" The bloody mess was still able to move; Ulquiorra noted this and felt his mask of calm characteristics crumbling down. 'Foolish creature, you can barely stand and you still have the nerve to call me back. Fine, I shall dominate you in a way an animal with no pack understands.'

Grabbing hold of the broken body the fourth gazed into Grimmjow's eyes, making sure the beast was conscious after punching him with shattering force a few times. Surroundings blurred sharply as he moved with insane speed towards his destination, the outskirts of hueco mundu looming ever nearer. Sharply he threw the now limp body to the ground, stood hands in pockets and watched patiently waiting for it to move or talk.

"Ulquiorra," it wasn't too long before the panther growled. "Where the fuck did you take me?"

"The place that gives me the authority to show you what true superiority really is Grimmjow." Still the gap between them would remain, the fourth would never let the sixth even graze him, and he could feel his mask slowly returning as his nerves stopped trembling within his small frame.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?"

Looming shadows spread around them as the fourths underlings slipped in, snarling and growling at the sight of the broken espada. For he was nothing but a wrecked toy now and after this Ulquiorra would no longer have to dirty his hands and mind thinking about and touching the sixth. 'This is what happens when you dare to question my authority and supreme powers, Grimmjow.'

"Goodbye, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques."

Yes he, the fourth espada, would stand and watch as the lesser hollows tried to devour the struggling panther. Knowing only to well that the sixth would survive the assault he allowed them to fight against him also in the knowledge that they were slowly being devoured by the wounded animal. But Grimmjow didn't know that he would live, it was this that made the fourth relish in triumph as he gazed upon the scene, at the struggling beast that had only just realised the loss of his sword letting out a roar of despair towards the departing fourth. With a swish of his coat the untouched arrancar turned and started to glide away, the sixths sword clasped tightly in his hand, a worthy prize to settle the tension and calm the fourth with ease. Just like always whenever the lesser creature dared to step out of line and question his, Ulquiorra Schiffers', authority. Now Grimmjow Jaegerjaques knew true despair at his hand and this delicious pleasure running through his veins would last a while before the sixth made another attempt, but for now he was contempt and his mentally stable mask had returned completely healed.

-End-

Was it any good???? Yay to ulquigrimmy goodness! He lusts for Grimmjow really I am just lame at writing yaoi/slash lol, for pure smexy yaoi read YOWL!! It's truly epic! Oh and this will probably remain a one-shot unless I pluck up the courage to write yaoi and have Grimmjow go after Ulquiorra but I'm not sure.