Life is Too Unexpected
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I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fanfiction. I do, however, own the story. Reader discretion advised.
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"Ulquiorra?" Yells Grimmjow from the other side of the hall.
"Yes, Grimmjow?" I reply; his irritating voice piercing my ears like a dozen knives.
Sprinting to catch up with me he asks, "Where's Lord Aizen?" His smirk so wide its nearly at his ears.
He annoys me.
"Have you been living in a cave? He is in the world of the living fighting against those retched Soul Reapers."
"Oh. That's right." He murmurs; his grin growing wider by the second. "Where are you heading then?"
"I don't believe it is any of your concern where I am headed, Grimmjow." I reply with a glare permanently planted on my face.
"Hahaha." He cackles. "You will never make any friends with a face like that."
"Friends are a liability. The petty words of comfort they speak, when you are afraid or upset, have no meaning; the words are only spoken because of the terms of friendship."
"Geez, what got your pants in a twist?" His face turning cloudy after my last comment.
"Who said I'm wearing pants?" I whisper in his ear. I pull away from him and walk away; the expression on his face satisfying me beyond belief.
That will keep him occupied for a while.
3 hours later.
After speaking with the prisoner, Orihime, I head back to my room.
It's about time I got some rest.
I unlock the door to my room and head inside. Closing the door behind me and locking it again, I start to take of my robes.
"It wouldn't kill Lord Aizen to get some more comfortable clothes." I mutter to myself.
"I'll be sure to tell him that when he gets back." Says Grimmjow from behind me.
Startled, I turn around to face him; his body stretched out across my bed with his shirt hanging open, showing his hollow hole and his ranking number. His sharp features obscured by the shadows casting off one of the bedposts; his head resting on his hand and his light blue hair covering part of his face as he looks at me.
For a moment I completely forgot that I was naked, so I move my hands to cover up my crotch.
"What are you doing here, Grimmjow?" I inquire; my face gradually heating up as he runs his eyes over my body.
"Well." He says as he sits up with his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. "I guess you weren't lying about having no underwear. I'll bare that in mind from now on."
"You didn't answer my question." I push; trying not to be distracted by his foolish words.
"Come on, Ulquiorra. Isn't it obvious? I want you." He grins, as he gets up and walks towards me.
"Don't be stupid... Wait what?" I question as the cogs in my head keep turning.
He walks over to me and grabs my chin; our 6 inch height difference causing him to lean down quite a bit.
"You're so innocent, Ulquiorra. It makes me want you even more." He chuckles.
Before I can respond, Grimmjow leans in and kisses me; feeling a cold, metallic sensation around my wrists.
Bastard.
I pull back and attempt to kick him, however he anticipates my move and he grabs me and pins me to the bed.
"Grimmjow, what are you playing at?" I scream at him; hoping he will stop these disgusting acts.
Leaning down, he nibbles my earlobe and starts to grind his erection on my arse,
"Stop this, Grimmjow!" I plead.
I can't believe he made me sink to this level.
"No, Ulquiorra. I need you to see what it is like to have friends." He giggles.
"Do friends rape their friends?" I counter. However, his movements don'.t stop, If anything, they increase. A moment later he reached around my stomach and started playing with my cock. Without me wanting it to, my breath caught in my throat; rendering me breathless for a few seconds. I soon snap out of my breathless state and I start to pant. My body reacting in irrational ways.
From behind me, I hear Grimmjow removing his clothes; his grip still tight on my arms.
"Grimmjow! I am ordering you to stop." I continue. If I weren't in power binding handcuffs then he would be dead right now.
Feeling a sharp pain run through my body I notice that Grimmjow has inserted one of his fingers into me. Sensing my panic, Grimmjow crushes me further into the bed with his body; our sweaty, bare skin rubbing against each other. As Grimmjow inserts another finger and increases his pace, I unintentionally let out a loud moan; my pride and honour as a man slowly slipping away from me.
"Looks like you're enjoying it." Smirks Grimmjow. "Maybe I should take it to the next level." He continues, as his fingers are replaced by something much bigger; his cock demanding entrance and stretching me more than I ever thought I could be.
As I slowly adjusts to his size, he starts to pound into me; his cock hitting my prostate each time. Our moans echoing around my fairly empty room. myself, as a single tears rolls down m facemy hands but notice they are still in the handcuffs.
I try and tell Grimmjow to stop, however, all that comes of my mouth are a bunch of noises that are foreign to me.
Suddenly, Grimmjow lifts up my right leg and places it over his shoulder; causing me to lie on my side and stretching me out even more. Moving even faster now, he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His beautiful pools of blue burning holes inside of me, making my heart pound.
What am I thinking? Why do I feel like I'm enjoying this?
"Ulquiorra." Huffs Grimmjow between moans. "I'm going to cum."
His words strike me like a sword through my chest. "No. You can't." I mumble back. However, even I felt on the edge of release. I try and hold it back but when Grimmjow's movements speed up, we both cum at the same time.
Leaving me sprawled out helplessly over the bed, he gathers all of his clothes up and heads for the door.
Just before leaving, he looks at me and whispers, "Thanks." Then he closes my door and I just lay there; listening to his retreating footsteps.
Remaining in the same position, I try and move my hands but notice they are still in the handcuffs.
"Why, Grimmjow?" I ask myself, as a single tear rolls down my cheek. myself, as a single tears rolls down my face.
"Cut!" Yells the director as Grimmjow waltzes back onto the set; a camera man releasing the handcuffs around my wrists and me wiping away my tears, hoping no one saw me crying.
As I start to get dressed into my normal clothes, ready to head home, Grimmjow walks up to me with a huge grin on his face.
"When the director and producer said make this scene believable, they didn't mean for you to actually have sex with me." I whisper to him as I pull on my black skinny jeans.
"That's the only way I can make it believable." Smirks Grimmjow; slapping my arse in the process.
"Will you stop that." I grumble to him. Hoping to keep our physical relationship, outside of work, a secret.
An even wider grin on his face, Grimmjow wraps his arms around my slender waist and brings his face to my neck. "I want them to know that you're mine."
Growling at his wolf like possessiveness, I push him away and scowl at him. "Like anyone would go for me anyway." I mumble.
Hearing footsteps getting closer to us, I hear the director share some stern words with Grimmjow. Not caring in the least, and internally smiling to myself, I head out of the door at the back of the set and walk to the exit of the film studio; leaving the events of the day behind me.
Grimmjow will, undoubtedly call when he notices I'm gone. Such a bother.
After walking for about five minutes, I reach my favourite cafe, which is just up the road from my apartment. I push the door open and step inside; the fresh smell of coffee and chocolate hitting my nose the instant I get inside.
"Hey there, Ulquiorra!" Yells Ichigo from behind the desk.
"Hi Ichigo." I reply, stepping up to place my order.
"Usual?" The bright haired boy asks. I nod as he inputs the order into the computer and I hand him the money. "How is the filming going?"
"*Sighs* It's going alright. It's very tiring and Grimmjow doesn't make it any easier." I explain, feeling a bit better after talking with someone about it. Ichigo has always been there for me. He has listened to my countless complaints about my job. I love my job, but sometimes it becomes too much for me.
"I'm sure it will get easier. Just think about all of the people waiting for 'Bleach' to come out. Fans have been waiting for this series for God only knows how long." Ichigo comforts as he hands me my Mocha Latte.
"Thanks a lot, Ichigo." I smile; taking my leave shortly after, and just as expected, Grimmjow calls me. However, I ignore him and take a sip of my frothy drink and head home.
Just as I reach my apartment building, I notice a very tall man leaning against the wall next to the entrance
.When he hears my approach, the man looks up at me; his eyes hidden by the shadow casted over his face from his hood. With his hands in his pockets, he storms over to me and then grabs me, flinging me over his shoulder, causing me to drop my beloved drink
"Put me down, Grimmjow." I snap at him; me hitting his back as he carries me into the apartment complex. Halfway up the stairs to the third floor I decide that the only way to make him put me down will be to shock him.
And I know just the way.
I've never done anything like this before so I hope it works. Trying not to make any sudden movement, I slowly lower my hands to his firm butt and smack him as hard as I can.
My plan worked perfectly because he puts me down and removes his hood so that I can see his face; a pissed off Grimmjow standing in front of me, our awkward stare off drawing attention from the other people in building. Even my neighbour, Nnoitra and his boyfriend Tesla, decided to come and see what all of the commotion is about.
I look at Nnoitra to try and get his help but he just stands there giggling, Tesla cuddled up to his chest with a huge blush on his face. Following the direction of my gaze, Grimmjow notices Nnoitra and becomes even more pissed off than he was just a moment ago. So, for the second time this afternoon, he lifts me up, but in a bridal carry this time, and storms over to my apartment; kicking the door to get it open.
I stare at my broken door in anger and then back at the man holding me. "You're paying for that." I grumble.
"Don't piss me off next time and it won't happen." He growls back through gritted teeth whilst leading me to my bedroom and flinging me on the bed.
"Oh for fuck sake! Will you just calm down!" His body stiffens at my raised voice, before he slams the door shut and starts to take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt.
"Why?" He questions.
"Because Nnoitra has a boyfriend. Couldn't you see that?" I point out, stating the obvious which has become a habit with this man.
"So what?" He screams; turning around to face me.
No words form in my mouth for my mind is distracted by Grimmjow's muscles, which ripple every time he takes in a breath. I lower my gaze to his trousers which are tented by his obvious boner. Feeling my face heat up I will myself to look away before Grimmjow notices. But I was too late. Grimmjow crawls onto the and on top of me, caging me under his strong body.
Leaning down he whispers, 'When you make that kind of face it drives me crazy." His voice a deep rumble that sends shivers of pleasure down my spine.
"Grimm-" I start before he promptly silences me with his lips; his warm tongue battling my lips for entry. I soon give in to his relentlessness and he takes my mind into a hazy world of pleasure as he starts to grind against me. His fingers fumbling with my belt to get my jeans off. After pulling off my jeans, Grimmjow moves to my shirt and rips it open, causing the buttons to go flying in all directions.
"You're paying for that too." I speak, breathlessly, into our kiss. He merely smirks before pulling off my pants, and his, and then moving my legs so that they are positioned on his shoulders. Pulling away from the kiss, he brings two fingers to my lips and tells me to suck, so I do; my tongue circling his fingers, wetting them as much as possible before he removes them from my mouth and brings them to my entrance. He pushes his fingers into me and then curls his fingers up. Hitting the nerves along the walls inside of me.
Grimmjow prepares me for about a minute before removing his fingers from inside of me, causing me to whimper in disappointment. Not long after, he positions his throbbing cock at my entrance. Just before he enters, someone slams open the door to my bedroom.
Jumping in shock at the sudden intrusion, me and Grimmjow look up and notice someone in the doorway; the darkness of my apartment making it difficult to tell who it is.
"Ulquiorra?" Asks the person in the doorway. The voice surprisingly familiar to me. "I noticed your front door was broken, so I wanted to know if you were okay."
Before I could answer, the man turned on the light, causing the whole room to illuminate in a yellow light. I squint as my eyes adjust to the sudden intrusion of light, however, my eyes widen in shock when I see who the stranger is.
Oh no...
"Well now..." Started Gin Ichimaru; a mysterious smile plaguing his lips.
"Gin... What are you doing hear?" I question, the room suddenly feeling very cold, so I wrap my arms around myself.
"What the FUCK are you doing hear?" Shouts Grimmjow, his face red with fury as he pulls away from me, gets off the bed and stands in front of me; protecting my naked body from prying eyes.
Gin, licking his lips with his serpent like tongue, moves further into the room and tries to peer around Grimmjow to look at me but Grimmjow pushes him away in a fit of anger.
"I am merely here to see my little submissive, Ulquiorra." Murmurs Gin.
"I told you, Gin. It was only a fling that I had with you and Sousuke. I'm not with you two anymore." I say, my speech barely audible as the truth is finally revealed to Grimmjow.
I can't look up at him, but I know that Grimmjow is looking at me. "Ulquiorra?" He breaths; his voice frighteningly sad.
Finally, I force myself to face him and when I do I immediately regret it. His eyes are filled with sadness and betrayal, their normally bright blue has faded to a dull grey.
"This was before me and you met, Grimmjow. I didn't cheat on you if that's what you are thinking." I explain to him. After hearing my words, there is still a hint of sadness in his expression, but most of it has been taken over by anger.
Why did he have to return to Japan?
"Gin, what is taking so long?" Came another voice from the hallway leading to my room. Then, behind Gin appeared Gin's companion, Sousuke Aizen.
"Two people?" Yells Grimmjow. "What the hell do you want with Ulquiorra?"
Without answering, Gin mutters something to Aizen and then they both enter my room; Gin grabbing Grimmjow and throwing him onto the couch in the corner of my room. He then gets out a bit of rope and looks at it mischievously. "This was meant to be for Ulquiorra, but Aizen can hold him down whilst I have my way with him." He states as he punches Grimmjow, making him dizzy, then ties his arms and legs together so he can't move.
"Grimmjow!" I scream, trying to snap him out of his dazed state. Meanwhile, Aizen creeps up beside me, whilst I'm distracted, and grabs my arms; undoing his belt and using it to tie my arms to the headboard. Me kicking and screaming for him to let go of me.
"Shh." He breaths into my ear, making me flinch. He then decides to bite my earlobe, making me cry out, but my sounds are briefly cut off by Gin's lips forcefully pressing into mine; the two tall men biting my over sensitive skin and then caressing it with their hot, wet tongues.
"Please-" I start, not being able to finish as Aizen takes control of my mouth and Gin taking over from where Aizen left off.
"Please what?" Smirks Gin, his tongue snaking across my muscles towards my cock. "Please suck my cock, master. Is that what you were going to say?" Without waiting for an answer, Gin takes my cock into his mouth; his tongue hitting the place that is most pleasurable for me.
"Look at your lover, Grimmjow." Aizen says to Grimmjow, raising his voice so that he is heard by the blue haired man.
Grimmjow refused to look up and that's when I notice his shoulders shaking wildly and droplets of water falling onto his muscular legs.
"Grimmjow." I say; tears of my own forming in the corners of my eyes. I close my eyes and as I do so I feel the warm tears streak down my face, disappearing from my face and onto the bed. When I open them again, Grimmjow is looking at me, an angry expression painted on his tear stained face.
"I'm sorry." I mouth to him. Suddenly, I feel teeth dig into my cock as Gin starts to nibble on my skin. This draws a sharp breath from me as my attention is brought back to the two men touching me.
After a few minutes of licking and biting, the two men start to strip themselves of their clothing. Once fully naked Aizen wastes no time with crawling in-between my legs and thrusting his cock deep inside of me, causing me to cry out in pain, for I wasn't prepared. Gin then took place at my head, forcing his cock into my mouth, shoving it so far back that I almost choke, but I manage to prevent myself from doing so.
I don't want this. I want Grimmjow.
I think to myself. That's when I hear a crash come from my kitchen. Soon after, a dishevelled Grimmjow appears in the entrance of bedroom doorway, the scariest look carved into his features. Somehow, he had managed to escape the room. Maybe he used a kitchen knife to free him self. I don't know, but I'm scared for Gin and Aizen right now.
Storming over to my bed, Grimmjow cracks his knuckles and then takes a swing at Aizen; the sound of his nose cracking radiates off the bedroom walls. Aizen hurtled back and crumpled to the floor clutching his nose and crying out in agony whilst blood pours through the gaps in his fingers.
Grimmjow then moves onto the next man, who is now cowering in the corner of the room. Gin brings his arms up to protect his face from the on coming impact, however, Grimmjow delivers the blow with a kick to his stomach. Gin collapses to the floor, vomit flying out of his mouth as he tries to find a chance to breath from the massive winding he just collected.
Leaving the two men to it, Grimmjow returns to me and unties my aching arms from bed; wrapping his arms around me in a tight yet gentle embrace, as if he never wants to let go again.
"I'm sorry." He whispers to me.
"No, I'm sorry." I counter, the feeling that I am to blame, for all of this, taking over my mind as I burst into a fit of tears.
"Shh. It's okay. I've got you." Grimmjow comforts as he wraps me up in a sheet and then continues to clothe himself. Shortly afterwards, he picks me up in a bridal carry, again, and then walks out of my apartment.
"Where are we going?" I question; feeling drowsy all of a sudden.
"To my home, where I can keep you safe." He replies.
"Okay." I smile up at him before promptly falling asleep in his arms.
This is where I want to be.
"Urg." I groan, when I come to from my long sleep; my whole body comforted by a warm sensation. I look around, my eyes still trying to focus on my where about The smell of roses tickling my nose, but making me relax more.
My emerald irises finally focus and I notice I'm in a bath; the warmth comforting me emanates from the water I'm laying in.
"You are finally awake." Breaths a low and mysterious voice from behind me. At this moment I realise there are a strong pair of arms wrapped around my midsection; the man's fingers tracing an infinity sign on the muscles of my stomach.
"Mmm." I moan back. My mind starting to go fuzzy again. Without me wanting it to, my mind replays all of the memories of which occurred earlier on; my mind snapping out of its daze. Panic rushing through my body as my breath quickens.
"Shh." Sooths the voice behind me. "You're safe now, Ulquiorra."
"Grimmjow?" I ask, and in return he nibbles the tip of my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"Just relax. I'm here with you."
"How long have I been in here?" I question, after I realise my skin is all shrivelled up.
"A while." Grimmjow replies; me sensing the smile he has on his face as he grabs some soap and a sponge; pouring the soap onto the sponge and the rubbing my shoulders with it.
"What are you doing?" I mutter as I lean my head back on his broad shoulders.
"Cleansing you of other men." Grimmjow grumbles, as if he is recalling the previous events.
"Is that really necessary?"
"Very."
We stay in the bath for another thirty minutes; Grimmjow rubbing soap all over my body and me trying not to fall asleep in his warm embrace. He pulls me out of his bath and sits me down on the edge of the tub; towel drying me as if I am kid. Once we are both dry he, once again carries me to his room, where a king sized bed, with burgundy pillows and an ivory duvet, is set. All around his room are ornate headstones of ancient roman and Greek leaders, which are placed on golden marble stands; showing off the amount of money he has. His walls are also burgundy, with gold and black vintage patterns emerging from the corners of the walls. The most interesting, and creepy, thing in his room, is a floor to ceiling portrait of me sleeping in my bed; with half of my naked body hanging out of the duvet. My face looking very calm and at peace. Also, surrounding my portrait are rows of candles which only serve to give everything an even more creepy atmosphere.
"Uh, Grimmjow." I start. "Why is there a giant painting of me in your room?"
Grinning he replies, "Why do you think?" As he continues over to his bed. Placing me down upon the silken sheets, Grimmjow wastes no in taking my lips with his; his warm tongue demanding for entrance as he glides his fingers up the inside of my right leg. Breaking away from the kiss, I gasp his name and he bites my neck, almost drawing blood.
Looking into my eyes with his deep pools of blue, Grimmjow whispers, "Lets finish cleansing you, shall we?" as he takes hold of my hard cock and starts playing with it; as he puts two of his fingers inside on me, sliding them in and out slowly to prepare me.
After I'm prepared, Grimmjow positions himself at my entrance, giving me a sense of Deja vu.
"You ready?" Grimmjow asks; his concern for me making him look adorable.
I nod my head in response. That was all he needed, for he pushes into me. The tip of his cock hitting my prostate when his whole length enters my body. I cry out his name when he starts to move in and out of me; the pleasure driving me insane.
"Grimmjow." I breath as he starts to pick up the pace.
Grimmjow replies by running his tongue along my bottom lip; him moving his mouth to cover the marks left over by Gin and Aizen. The pleasure becoming most unbearable, I start to claw at his back; my black nails digging into his tanned skin.
"Mmm..." Grimmjow moans in pleasure and then suddenly pounds harder into me; the sound of skin hitting skin echoing off the walls.
Soon, I start to feel a build up of pleasure in the pit of my stomach.
"Grimmjow..." I breath. "I'm... I'm going to... cum." Finding it hard to talk between moans. Grinning, he takes hold of the base of my cock, preventing me from being able to cum.
Leaning in to whisper in my ear he says, "Not yet. Wait until I tell you to." His breath tickling my ear; his hips thrusting into me at an alarming rate and his tight grip at the base of my cock causing me even more torture.
"Please... Grimmjow!" I yell; not being able to take it anymore.
"Wait!" He growls. A few strokes later I feel Grimmjow tense up; his hot cum pouring into me as his cock twitches inside of me. Ending my torture, Grimmjow finally releases my cock, my white fluid coating my sweat slicked belly as my moans fill the room. My body shuddering whilst coming down from my orgasm.
Out of breath, Grimmjow collapses on top of me; getting himself covered in my hot seed.
After recovering Grimmjow props himself up and smirks at me, again. "Now then." He starts; his tone causing me to gulp.
"W-what?" I stutter.
Without replying, he pushes my legs up to my head and re-enters me.
I can see I won't be getting any sleep.