Ichigo tossed and turned fitfully one night, unaware of the cause of his disturbance until it was already too late. He cursed into his pillow so that his family wouldn't hear. Over time, the young man had gotten fairly good at gauging the cycle of his condition and making sure that it would be well taken care of when the time came. Of course, it didn't hurt that as his time of need drew nearer, that his hollow would grow increasingly obnoxious and in very specific ways.
This time was different. His hollow had given him no indication of the approaching episode, and he had been so caught up in the rest of his life that the condition had slipped his mind, which was nice for a while, but now he was paying for it.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Ichigo grumbled into the pillow.
The hollow didn't answer. It had grown bored with how well Ichigo was handling himself, feeling that it took much of the excitement out of his encounters.
Ichigo wanted to blame the hollow for his lapse in judgment but ultimately blamed himself, as he always did. "Well, I can't stay here," he muttered as he swung his feet over the side of the bed and started looking for Kon. "Where the hell is that little plushy?" he grumbled.
When his search proved fruitless, he reasoned that Kon had decided to sleep over at Urahara's, a habit that started quite some time ago but only now interfered with Ichigo's plans. As he got dressed, he could sense the hollow within him was growing increasingly anxious. It wanted to know where the teen intended to go, who he would seek out now that things were going to quickly become very desperate. However, since Ichigo didn't even know where he was going or who he would encounter along the way, that left the inner demon hanging in an almost titillating anticipation.
Eventually, the hollow grew impatient and started listing off the young man's previous lovers, then those who had presented themselves as an option but had yet to be taken advantage of, and finally those who were completely oblivious but still too attractive to completely ignore. It only helped the creature that they had similar preferences, at least when it came to what each of them found physically attractive. After that, they each had their own reasons for being attracted to or repelled by an individual.
"Come on!" the hollow finally started to plead. "You can't put it off forever! You have to do something soon, or you're going to hurt yourself!" he warned.
Ichigo tried to shrug it off. He was still deciding who he wanted to approach and had managed to narrow the list to only a couple of people that he felt comfortable turning to at this point. and the hollow's impatient ranting wasn't helping. "Shut up! I'll deal with it. Don't worry. I know I can't ignore it. Just give me some time," he tried to reason with the creature. It was always so much harder to deal with his episodes when he couldn't rely on Shinji.
Unbeknownst to the soul reaper and his inner hollow, someone had decided to follow them on their little walk. Grimmjow was beginning to wonder why Ichigo hadn't noticed him, in spite of his not bothering to hide his reitsu. He was just about to approach the obviously distracted young man when he suddenly started talking to himself. What he was saying intrigued the espada enough to make him want to hear more.
"It's not that hard," the hollow hissed impatiently.
"I just need time to choose. Just let me alone for five god damn minutes so I can think!" Ichigo bargained a little louder than he intended to.
"You keep forgetting that isn't about you. If you don't make up your mind soon, I'll do it for you," he threatened seriously.
Ichigo swallowed hard and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Yeah, you don't want that to happen, do ya?" it taunted. "Oh but if there's any time I could do it, it'll be soon if you don't get your ass in gear!"
The teen nearly screamed with frustration as he suddenly turned around to start walking out of the park that he'd only just entered. That was when he noticed Grimmjow, who had foregone his better hiding skills in favor of being close enough to listen properly.
"Perfect! That's exactly what you need! Don't let him get away!" the hollow suddenly started to rave hysterically.
"Kurosaki," Grimmjow greeted as he stepped out. There was no point in continuing to hide when it was obvious that he had been seen.
"Grimmjow…" Ichigo grumbled. "Step aside," he ordered as he tried to pass.
The espada was taken off guard by the order. "I heard you talkin' to yourself," he taunted.
"I'm not going to fight you," the young man informed. "So just step aside."
When Ichigo took another couple of steps forward in an attempt to maneuver past, Grimmjow got a better look at him and the opportunity to really take in his scent. "What if I don't wanna fight ya?" the espada proposed haughtily. Something about the young man was egging him on.
Ichigo sneered but his look was met with an attempted kiss. "Get off me!" he pushed the other away with the marked force that he wished he'd had during their previous encounters.
"Come on. You can't fool me. I know you got it too. You got the fever and you're tryin' to deal with it by yourself," the arancar accused.
The teen gave a sigh of exasperation. "It's not like that," he protested.
"This says otherwise," the teal-haired man roughly grabbed the young man's erection through his jeans. "Besides, I can smell it on ya. You got it bad," he nearly purred.
"Okay, that part's the same but everything else is different," he protested in spite of the urging he was receiving from his inner hollow.
"Looks the same from here," the taller man shrugged and tried to close the distance again. Unlike when he first pursued the young soul reaper, this time, Ichigo seemed torn between fight and flight. He took advantage of that by trying to kiss the young man again, this time with a little more success than the last.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ichigo demanded indignantly because he was having a hard time getting his body to obey him in not immediately yielding to the strong, pushy hollow.
"I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do when someone with the fever sees me. I'm helpin' you out," he tried to reason.
Ichigo gave a groan of frustration as he had to force himself another couple of paces away from the espada. "It's not like that. I don't have to have anyone in particular. I don't need you just 'cause I saw you," he countered.
To his surprise, Grimmjow was more than a little put off by the idea that Ichigo didn't want him even a little. "Look," he closed the distance once again. "I never thought I'd say this, but I feel like I owe you for what you did for me," he admitted seriously.
The sincerity of the larger man's tone caught Ichigo off guard which meant that he quickly found the space between their bodies getting smaller once again. "You can't make up for what you did to me," he growled.
"I know you woulda helped me out if you knew what was goin' on. Even though you hate me, it's in your nature," the espada bragged.
Ichigo blushed fiercely. "Okay, maybe I would've helped you out, since it was sort of my fault that you saw me like that in the first place, but everything after that is unforgivable. There is absolutely nothing that could make up for it," he insisted.
"So let me get you back for that first time then," Grimmjow proposed forcefully. Seeing his rival so flushed and flustered was starting to get to him, and his fiercely fluctuating reitsu wasn't helping either. Before the other could answer, he closed the distance between them and started kissing the young man again while groping his erection.
The heat was already almost too much for Ichigo, and the affections, however unwanted, still felt good enough to give in, at least for a few moments. He finally kissed back and with marked passion, not the tentativeness that the other expected.
Before long, they were making out and Ichigo was unwillingly approaching his first release. "Ah, Grimmjow, you have to stop," he finally protested when he felt the first jolt of pre-orgasm.
The arrancar snickered and groped harder, reveling in the abandon he so easily elicited from the young man. He even found himself wishing that he could have had him like this during his last fever.
The adept attention, however rude, brought Ichigo to his first orgasm sooner than he would have liked. He had been hoping to hold out until after he managed to get rid of the obnoxious espada but apparently fate had other plans.
Grimmjow was startled that the soul reaper came so easily. While he was delighted that his touches could cause such a reaction, he had been hoping to draw things out a little more than that. That mild disappointment was quickly dispelled with the young man's next words.
"Ugh, keep goin'," he hesitantly urged. As badly as he wanted to get away from his former attacker, his condition was over ruling that bitterness in favor of the current pleasure being provided.
The teal-haired man gave the shorter young man a skeptical look that turned to slight shock when Ichigo pressed himself against the hand that had just been groping him, revealing that he was still quite hard. "But you just-" he attempted to protest but mostly out of confusion.
"That's the trade off," Ichigo grumbled. "It takes more than once to get it over with."
The idea that there was a trade off for the fact that Ichigo wouldn't get feverish for one person, an idea that had stirred up quite a bit of jealousy in the espada, made him feel a little better about the situation. He felt good enough about it to continue fondling the young man through his now wet jeans. "How many times we talkin' here?" he asked with hopeful anxiety.
Ichigo tried not to laugh. "I never bothered to count," he informed.
That response made Grimmjow wonder if maybe he was in over his head but he hated that feeling so he quickly pushed it aside as he tried to do the same with the teen's pants, unfastening the fly and roughly jerking the fabric away.
"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," Ichigo tried to warn but once Grimmjow's rough, callused hand was on his engorged length, he was trying to kiss the taller man once again.
"I think I can handle a horney kid like you," the arrancar scoffed against the orange-haired teen's lips.
"Maybe a horney kid, but not one like me," he insisted, this time pushing back physically and spiritually. Grimmjow had unwittingly surrendered a fair portion of his reitsu while trying to coerce the young man into messing around with him. This gave him an unexpected advantage and Ichigo used the daze that it caused to try to start pushing the taller man downward.
The advance was so much stronger than Grimmjow expected that he had trouble fighting it. When he felt his knees nearly give into the pressure, he lightly gasped into their sloppy, aggressive kiss. Then, out of curiosity, he started to comply. He was surprised that Ichigo wasn't descending with him and when he was on a knee, the young mans hands started playing with his hair.
The espada gave a crude chuckle. "What do you expect me to do down here?"
Ichigo gave an indignant grumble. "Don't tell me all you guys do is fuck each other. Doesn't that get boring?" he complained.
"It's not something that happens all the time," Grimmjow dismissed and because he was more than a little irked at having his sexual prowess questioned by a human adolescent, he finished his work of the button and fly now only inches from his face.
"Neither is this…but there are other ways to get off," he informed bitterly, though not as bitterly as he would have liked since the arrancar on one knee before him started to pull away anything covering his dripping, aching member.
"For us, there is only one way to stop the fever. Everything else is a waste of time," the espada growled and was surprised when his response was met with a nod of vague understanding.
"For me…" Ichigo began without thinking and then knew that if he was going to get that hand that was hovering only millimeters from his cock to actually start fondling him again, he had to continue his thought aloud. "For me, it's about more than that. If I only did that, then the hollow wouldn't have any trouble taking control."
Grimmjow snickered but rewarded the admission with the desired physical contact. He also couldn't help peering dangerously upward through the darkness, eyes occasionally lighting up from what little light was present. That last bit really made him wonder. It had been the hollow portion of Ichigo's personality that he had actually encountered, even though as time passed and he had time to think on it, he would have rathered take soul reaper in his right mind, not that the hollow wasn't conveniently accommodating. It had also been a significant source of jealousy for him that Ulquiorra had gotten to play with the young man in both states.
"Well, it's not like that's the only time we mess around. It's just the most convenient time for it because it's just about impossible to do anything else," he tried to reason.
"Grimm…jaw…" Ichigo nearly pleaded through gritted teeth as he tried not to cum again too easily.
"Hm?" the larger man distractedly prompted. It wasn't that he wasn't paying attention but he had gotten a little hung up on hearing his name spoken like that.
"Suck me off," the young man requested boldly. He didn't really like the idea that Grimmjow felt indebted to him but if it was what was making the sixth espada stay, then his state demanded that he take advantage of that.
The arrancar gave another crude chuckle. He was about to say something mocking when the fingers that were once playing with his messy hair tightened their grip and tried to direct him toward the eager member jutting out toward him. Instead, he ended up giving a rather dangerous growl as he bared his teeth.
The sight of Grimmjow's sharp teeth made Ichigo hesitate. The last thing he needed right now was something like that biting him in his most sensitive area. "If you really wanna help me…that's what you gotta do," he tried to bargain. "If you don't wanna do that, then just let me be."
Seeing the flash of fear in the soul reaper's eyes when he realized how dangerous his request could be made Grimmjow giddy, and the reminder of his debt allowed him to open his mouth and start orally pleasuring the young man, only occasionally threatening to bite him and only to keep him on his toes.
Ichigo really tried not to guide Grimmjow in his oral administrations but his hands were already on the taller man's head and he wasn't about to move them. At the very least, it made him feel some small sense of control, a feeble back-up just in case the espada turned nasty. However, the blue-haired man didn't seem to care, neither fighting nor abiding by the guidance.
The moment that Ichigo's fear of being bitten dissipated, he came again, this time with a barely stifled groan. Much to his dismay, Grimmjow tried to withdraw again after that. "Ah, Grimmjow, don't stop now!" he pleaded, desperately trying to renew the contact that gave him such release.
The espada was still choking down cum when the plea was spoken and the hands on his head really started to try to force him to continue. He could hardly believe his ears or his eyes but found himself continuing nonetheless. After his third orgasm, Grimmjow felt Ichigo's legs starting to give and took a moment to lay him down on the ground before continuing.
The orange-haired teen kicked a little as he was set down but it was only because his partner had to stop servicing him again to accomplish his task. He barely held back a grumble when he realized that Shinji would have been able to set him down without pausing his pleasure. Either way, it didn't matter because the action only took a few seconds and then the aggressive arrancar was back to business, and business was good.
Grimmjow couldn't believe that his young rival was still going strong, but the way he kept saying his name and his little pleas for more when the espada actually found himself starting to tire a bit while the other was still apparently going strong made him continue almost unflinchingly. Shortly after he felt the grip on his hair let up, Grimmjow came up for air.
"How long does this usually last?" he panted.
Ichigo just laughed stupidly. "Are you tired?"
"No, just bored," the espada countered harshly.
That was when something very mischievous dawned on Ichigo. Grimmjow seemed to know nothing of his episodes, only what he could infer from his own experience with the fever, which wasn't much of a comparison to go on. He could tell the obnoxious, abusive hollow anything and he would have to believe it. He laughed again when he realized that was the best way for him to get out of his situation without any painfully intrusive advances from the espada. He sat up a little so he could get a better look in the other man's eyes.
After all that, Grimmjow expected Ichigo to be lazy and lethargic but the sureness of his movements made him second guess himself. He even reeled back a bit to keep a certain amount of distance between them.
"You said you wanted to be even with me," Ichigo reminded.
"So?" he sat up a little taller, becoming just a little more defensive.
"I think that means you gotta do whatever gets me off until I can't cum anymore," Ichigo crudely surmised. "Unless you really don't care about being square on this," he added. It was hard not to laugh with the way Grimmjow was looking at him combined with the insanely contagious laughter of his inner hollow.
"Fine," the teal-haired man agreed, reluctant but still a little excited.
Ichigo couldn't help grinning at how easy it was to get his way. "I'm glad we agree," he giggled as he leaned in for another kiss. When Grimmjow was instinctively repelled by the affection, he simply reached up and grabbed the larger man's collar in one hand to keep him close and used his other to rudely grope the erection that tented out the espada's loose pants.
A gasp later, their tongues parted. "Kurosaki, I never thought you had it in you," he tried not to awe to deeply as a soft, young hand started stroking him.
"A lot has changed since the last time you saw me without pants," was the vizard's response.
"Apparently," the larger man growled as he was once again coaxed downward until his face was even with the teen's engorged length.
Feeling particularly bold, Ichigo started to lay down while continuing to guide Grimmjow. The espada was obviously a little startled that his opponent would rather be on the bottom during their encounter.
"You just want me to blow you?" the teal-haired man rudely surmised taking the length in his hand. The feeling was almost too sensual for the arrancar to handle, especially when the soul reaper's member would jerk and spurt cum all over them.
"For right now, that's all I need," the teen empathetically replied, though the feeling behind it was largely a lie. In reality it was because he had learned that regardless of how much he liked or disliked his partner, to take it as a general rule that the individual with the better sense was to take the lead.
"I'd rather stick my dick in your mouth," he replied almost boastingly.
"I thought you wanted to help," Ichigo chided, even though inside he was giggling at the mistruth. Then, he wondered if he would get to the point where he would truly want Grimmjow inside him again. That would be interesting, but he didn't want to give the other the satisfaction.
Ichigo's insistently bizarre behavior made Grimmjow feel strangely useless. That is, until he noticed the young man's nipples poking out through his t-shirt. Then, he felt like he had something new to try. He didn't waste time with the teen's shirt either, simply slipping his hand beneath the fabric and going straight to pinch and twist the little nubs of flesh that had started to taunt him.
This attention was rewarded by Ichigo's immediately starting to orgasm again. The espada could hardly believe the reactions he was getting from what should have been minimal attentions and couldn't swallow all he was given, allowing a few dribbles of cum to run down his chin.
Grimmjow was better at giving head than he expected, for some reason, but that only fueled his already raging inner fire.
"Shit, Grimmjow," the young vizard swore when his entire member was swallowed for the first time that evening.
The arrancar gave only a pleased grunt in response and then attempted to reach down with his free hand and tease his partner's entrance. He was a little surprised that his motions weren't fought. Rather, Ichigo kept a firm grip on his hair and once he started moving faster, the young man's hips would raise off the ground to meet their target with greater force.
Ichigo couldn't keep from smiling as he watched his most vehement rival try to sate him, and because Grimmjow really didn't know what he was getting himself into; he wasn't pacing himself very well. Before long, he had the teal-haired man leaning on the ground for balance as he relentlessly thrust into him.
Most of the time, Grimmjow just tried to keep his mouth and throat as open as possible as he ran his fingers over the young man's puckered asshole.
Eventually, Ichigo did start to lose steam and Grimmjow wanted to ask if he was nearly finished but thought it would be a sign of weakness and decided against it.
Ichigo's final orgasm, which lasted far longer than Grimmjow was comfortable with, left the teen babbling for a few moments as he pulled his partner close before he promptly passed out.
"K-Kurosaki?" Grimmjow carefully asked as he nudged the body beneath him, limp except for a strangely strong clinging reflex. He received no response. The kid was out cold. With a sigh, he laid down on his side, finding that Ichigo followed his movements to maintain an intimate level of physical contact.
As he laid next to the young soul reaper, trying to catch his breath and gather his bearings, Grimmjow decided that he was going to try his damnedest to keep this encounter to himself. If nothing else, Szayel would want to turn his best opponent into a test subject, which meant that not only would they be kept from fighting but it was likely that he would have to repeat his performance from a few minutes ago, an idea that did not appeal to him. As far as he was concerned, he'd gotten more than he bargained for and that the vizard's insane demands more than made up for their original encounter.
With that decision, Grimmjow felt comfortable with trying to slip away in order to redress and make his way home but fate still had other plans. When he tried to move away, Ichigo only held on with greater unconscious strength. It seemed he would literally have to pry the young man off him when suddenly he spoke.
"Where do you think you're going?" the young man asked in barely a whisper as he pulled himself flush with the taller man's back.
"We're square. I'm goin' home," he informed as he tried to pry the other's hands off his torso.
"Oh, you might be even but you're not going anywhere," he informed in the same hushed voice, this time directly into the espada's ear.
Grimmjow gave an indignant growl and his most earnest effort yet to escape Ichigo's grasp, no longer caring if he hurt the young man in the process, only to be pinned on his stomach with the teen's hard flesh poking at his backside once again. He wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that Ichigo had somehow drained him of his raiestu or that part of him liked what was happening to him. That is, part of him liked it until he managed to turn his head around far enough to look into the vizard's eyes, now black with gold shimmering down at him.
"I-It's you!" he accused.
The hollow laughed at how easy it was to disguise his voice with only a whisper. "Sure is. You know what I want?" he asked haughtily.
"I've got a pretty good idea," Grimmjow tried not to grumble.
"And you're gunna give it to me?" it asked hopefully.
"I don't have much of a choice," the espada replied. Sure, he could have tried to get away and been reasonably successful but he didn't want to be seen as reneging on what he had said earlier or make it look like he was intimidated enough by the hollow to try to make a break for it.
"Sure ya do. Either you give it to me…or I take it. I'll enjoy both but ultimately, the choice is yours," the hollow elaborated as he rubbed his erection between the larger man's ass cheeks.
Before Grimmjow could answer, he felt the body behind him convulse with another orgasm, covering his backside in cum. "Not that I'm complaining…but Kurosaki said we did all that so that you wouldn't get out. What gives?"
The hollow giggled. "Yeah, usually his body's too exhausted for me to take control. I guess you didn't do a very good job," it lied as it came again from the same humping motion, enjoying how slippery the larger man's skin was now that it was coated with sweat and cum. In actuality, it was because of Grimmjow's hollow reitsu that he was able to so easily emerge when his young king lost consciousness.
"He passed out. I think that means I did just fine," the teal-haired espada griped.
"Not that it matters," he groaned. "If you feel indebted to anybody for what happened, you should feel indebted to me. After all, I am the one who was so accommodating to you. King woulda fought you tooth and nail the entire time," he reminded willfully.
"That's still better than the alternative," Grimmjow grumbled. After he spoke, he realized that he did so aloud and that the hollow, whose head was only inches from his own, most likely heard the complaint.
"You mean sad-face?" the hollow presumed. "'Cause he marked you?" he pressed curiously as he pulled the espada's collar down to see if the mark was still there. It was nearly gone.
"You might understand the fever but you don't understand Aizen's stupid hierarchy," he pointed out bitterly.
"I find it hard to believe that even with that mark the sixth espada would have a difficult time finding someone to take advantage of," the hollow scoffed. "I bet you could force yourself on just about anyone else in Heuco Mundo."
Grimmjow grumbled. "I could…if not for the mark."
"Oh, come now, your power is nearly equal to his. The others should fear your wrath as much as his," he pointed out.
"They do, which is why they off themselves as soon as I start to show an interest," he admitted.
The hollow outright laughed at that and then, feeling more than satisfied with their conversation, finally decided to penetrate the body beneath his.
Grimmjow kept his reaction to a quiet growl of pain as he listened to the creature behind him practically howl with pleasure. Briefly, he wondered if they would draw the attention of passersby but quickly dismissed it both because it was so late and because he didn't really care if they were caught. It would be of no consequence to him, though the soul reaper might think otherwise.
"Nnngh, you're so hot…and so tight…no wonder sad-face wants to keep you for himself," the hollow teased between orgasms.
"He doesn't care about that," Grimmjow dismissed through gritted teeth. "He just wants to be a jerk."
The hollow shrugged because he didn't really care. A few orgasms later, he finally reached beneath the arrancar's body and took hold of his erection. "You're all hard. Does getting fucked like this get you off?" he taunted.
Grimmjow gave a grumble of embarrassment because even though what was being done to him still hurt significantly, he did get off on the painful pleasure.
"I'm glad you like the pain," it cooed, reveling in the fact that the other was now pushing back against him. "You gunna cum for me?" it proposed haughtily.
Actually, Grimmjow nearly lost himself when the other started stroking him but somehow managed to hold back, not realizing that it was partially thanks to the hollow behind him. "I could if you'd quit talkin'," he finally retorted.
The hollow gave a satisfied giggle and once again ceased their conversation, focusing on continuing his relentless assault until he started to lose steam.
Just when the hollow's pace started to slow, the pain Grimmjow was experiencing lessened enough for him to lose control of his release, spilling himself on the ground below with a satisfied growl. Part of him had been hoping that would help signal the end of their encounter but he quickly found that while the hollow was slowing, he still had a significant amount of energy left. So, Grimmjow tried to keep his balance as best he could while his muscles tried to relax in spite of the intrusion, which was now the most offensive that it had been yet, but only because he was now spent.
Ulquiorra, who had little interest in Grimmjow's movements did begin to wonder when he caught his teal-haired comrade sneaking into the real world. That wasn't unusual in itself, in spite of their master's warnings, but what was unusual was how long he was taking. Normally, the sixth would get bored quickly and return before anyone noticed he was gone.
So, after asking permission to go looking for Grimmjow, Ulquiorra tore a hole in space and started his search, which didn't last long. At first, he couldn't sense the other espada, which was unusual since their spiritual pressure stood out so blatantly in the reitsu-subdued realm. However, he could feel one very strong reitsu just north of where he'd emerged above Kurakaratown.
It was undoubtedly the orange-haired soul reaper and with the energy of a hollow unnervingly dominating his presence. The hollow's energy in itself wasn't what made Ulquiorra's stomach tense up just a little, it was how well it mixed with that of the soul reaper and human portions of the young man's energy. Putting that thought aside for the time being, he decided to make his way over to the strong spiritual pressure because his comrade would most likely be there.
As he drew closer, he could feel the sixth's reitsu more readily, though it seemed that it was being muted somehow, a thought that both annoyed and delighted him. When he finally arrived, he actually chuckled aloud at what he saw. From above, he could see the young man's back as he moved frantically against the slightly larger body beneath his and a spot of blue hair just above the orange.
He thought that would be enough to get their attention but apparently not, either that or they were just ignoring him. Irked at the suggestion of being ignored, but still excited enough to watch for a bit undisturbed, he slowly lowered to the ground a few meters away.
From his new vantage point, he could see that while the soul reaper was going strong, his comrade had apparently lost steam. His head hung low and his expression appeared more tired than aroused. Moving a few paces to his right showed him that the teal-haired man wasn't even erect, his cock dangling and jerking with every thrust. When the young man's head turned and he cracked an eye, revealing his state of possession, he thought he would be discovered but again they were too immersed in what they were doing to pay him any mind.
He took a moment to feel out their raietsu again. After a few seconds he realized why the sixth espada's spiritual pressure seemed dampened. The one taking advantage of him had absorbed almost half of his energy, using it to supplement and enflame his own.
Only after that did he notice what Grimmjow had discerned almost immediately. The orange-haired young man was experiencing the fever. That revelation made him take a few steps back. If they hadn't noticed him, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be noticed. If they were ignoring him, he finally felt a little better about that. However, he didn't feel like he could just leave, since he'd promised their master that he would return with the sixth espada in tow.
It also didn't feel right to stop them. After all that the soul reaper had been through because of them, he deserved this retribution. That and it was amusing to watch Grimmjow helplessly endure that retribution. However, the hope that they would finish soon, as it was obvious they had been at it for a while, was very quickly dispelled when the pair started to speak again.
"This is getting old," the sixth complained. "Are you almost finished? If I'm gone too much longer, they're gunna send someone to find me," he warned.
"Let'em come. I'll take them as easily as I've taken you," the hollow cackled. "'Sides, this kid is no where near done. I'd be surprised if it was over by this afternoon," he bragged.
Ulquiorra sighed with exasperation and emerged from his hiding spot. "That's not going to work," he informed flatly.
The hollow started to laugh mockingly but it was cut short when he felt Grimmjow's sudden anxiety when his threat was made reality. It caused the laughter to quickly fade into an animalistic groan. The teal-haired espada apparently felt the side effects of that reaction as well because it took almost all of what was left of his self control to keep from groaning with the hollow riding him.
Once he regained some of his bearings again, the hollow spoke. "Don't matter if it works…just how it is," he contested.
The fourth espada glared but it went unappreciated so he turned to his comrade. "Pathetic," he kicked the larger man a little.
Grimmjow's anger made the hollow cum again, drawing even more of the espada's energy from him. "He wasn't like this…when I got here," he tried to argue.
"Tch. That doesn't matter. You're supposed to be better than this piece of trash," he continued to berate.
The hollow moaned again. "Yeah, keep talkin' like that," he growled. "He gets all aggravated when ya talk like that!"
"And you," Ulquiorra turned back to the hollow, "Just cum already so I can drag his worn ass back to Heuco Mundo," he scolded.
The hollow laughed again. "I've cum at least three times since you walked up."
"So what's the hold up?" the green-eyed espada impatiently prompted.
Ichigo's hollow didn't listen. It was too busy trying to figure out ways to get Ulquiorra to taunt Grimmjow some more.
"He just keeps goin'," Grimmjow complained. "But he doesn't need just me. He can have anybody," he tried to explain, hoping the other would take the hint and lend a hand either in sating the young man's desires or helping him escape from them.
"Really..." Ulquiorra pondered the notion for a moment. It seemed absurd but his observations thus far indicated that his comrade was right. "Well," he turned back to the hollow, grabbing him by the hair to pull him upward so he could force eye contact, "if that's the case then I'm going to have to take your partner and make you find another to replace him," he informed flatly.
The hollow gave an indignant growl that only grew as the dead-eyed espada spoke. "No fuckin' way. This bastard owes me, just ask'em," he spat as tried to jerk away, though it was quickly becoming apparent that he wouldn't be able to free his hair without letting go of the body beneath him at least a little.
"I don't care what he thinks and honestly, even if that was the case, he's useless now. You've used him up," he informed disdainfully.
That made the hollow laugh again, this time a deranged giggle. "I know. Ain't it great? He couldn't get away now even if he wanted to," he bragged before finally freeing the grip on his hair. Then, he leaned down over Grimmjow and turned his head as far as it would go so he could see into the larger man's embarrassed and worn features. "But you don't want to, do ya?"
Grimmjow tried not to whimper as he screwed his eyes shut. So much of him wanted his humiliation to end, but there was still something in him that made him want to see this through.
"Maybe 'cause it's never happened before but I think he likes bein' all used up," he taunted.
Ulquiorra wasn't about to give into the taunt but he also wasn't going to let the feverish hollow have his way. He'd already been gone from Los Noches longer than he intended. So, he took the back of Ichigo's collar and tore him off of his comrade, allowing Grimmjow to slump gracelessly to the ground to catch his breath and gather his bearings.
This, of course, made the hollow furious. "Fine! You wanna play too? I'll take you just as easily as I took that bastard!" it screamed as it scrambled to its feet.
The enraged reaction didn't surprised Ulquiorra in the least. However, the amount of energy that now emanated from the young man's body was, at the very least, unnerving. He didn't want to take his eyes off the orange-haired vizard but he had to turn a bit to speak to Grimmjow. "How could you let him take your reitsu like that?" he griped.
"I didn't let'em. He just did it," the teal-haired espada grumbled into the ground as he tried to roll over to see what was going to happen next.
The hollow took that slight distraction to charge forward and tackle Ulquorra to the ground. Neither of them expected it to happen so easily but the hollow was pissed and the fourth espada was more than a little disturbed that the vizard had the ability to steal and use the reitsu of another so easily.
The green-eyed espada landed with a soft oomph sound and immediately felt greedy hands starting to undress him. For some reason, he expected Grimmjow to help him but when he heard a tired chuckle off to his side, he knew that would not happen even if the sixth was up for it. With a grumble of frustration, he tried to push the young man's body off but only managed to roll them over.
"I appreciate your position," Ulquiorra began, "But if you don't specifically need either of us, Aizen is going to send someone to see why we are taking so long. Do you really want to live out the rest of this ordeal on Szayel's dissection table?" he half-threatened.
"I think I could take Pinky as easy as I got either of you," the hollow bragged.
The dark-haired espada grumbled with frustration and then started to form a cero that would hopefully knock the young man out, or at least stun him long enough for them to get away.
Unbeknownst to the pair scuffling on the ground and the larger man laying spent and exhausted nearby, their activities had drawn the attention of others. Fortunately, for Ichigo at least, they were friends rather than more foes.