Seemingly Harmless
Ulquiorra often compared Grimmjow to cats. Not the panther he was often called, or the lion he took laziness from, or the cheetah he was often running around like. To Ulquiorra, Grimmjow resembled a house cat. The solitary kind that only let it's gaurd down around a certain few. And it pleasured the fourth to know that he was the owner and master, that it was he that Grimmjow curled up next to at night. It was he that Grimmjow trusted enough to purr around. But that was not why Grimmjow reminded him of house cats.
House cats were seemingly harmless. They weren't tigers, they weren't fearsome, their roar was nothing but 'meow'. Ulquiorra knew better though. Inside those soft little paws, there were harmful claws ready to fight and and scratch. That's how Grimmjow was.
To the fourth, the sixth was essentially nothing. Harmless. There was no way one as apparently stupid as Grimmjow could ever over come him. Not in anyway. not in battle, and not in the privacy of their quarters. It just wasn't possible for Grimmjow to find a way. He knew Grimmjow's weaknesses, every single one.
Grimmjow was harmless, to him and those above him. True, to the lesser arrancar, he was menacing, a terror, capable of great feats. But those feats were childs play to Ulquiorra, so he never bothered.
He knew for a fact that he had never let any weakness, if any, show through his mask. He knew for a fact that even if he had, Grimmjow wasn't the subtle type, and couldn't pick up such hidden things. But it seemed that his weakness was created through Grimmjow's.
"Na, Ulquiorra." The sixth mumbled, nuzzling his hand, smirking. "Can I be top tonight?" Ulquiorra gave him a look. As usual, it never varied from his usual impassivness, but Grimmjow could feel the difference. The fourth didn't dignify the request with an answer. Grimmjow's smirk widned as he climbed on top of the fourth, still rubbing against him like a she-cat in heat. Ulquiorra was used to Grimmjow's sexy additude, as lay still as the sixth ground against him again, making the erection tenting his hakama even more opbious.
"You will be on the bottom, as usual, Grimmjow." Normally, that would have shot the blue haired panther down, and he would have lain back and spread his legs, smirking all the same. But this time, Grimmjow pouted, purring next to his ear.
"Please, Master?"
If Ulquiorra had been a lesser man, he would have either blushed madly (and his skin was already tingded just a little), or jumped Grimmjow right there. But he was the fourth. So he took a breath to calm himself as Grimmjow rubbed against him again.
"Eh, Master, pretty please?" Grimmjow's purring got a little louder, nipping his ear. "Master?"
Ulquiorra swallowed, for once at a loss at what to do, and even more confused about the game that the panther king was playing at. It was very different, not like Grimmjow at all. And having the object of his lust grinding seductively on him like that was not helping.
Just as soon as Grimmjow had started, he stopped, laughing loudly as he got up. "Rice reaction, Master" he chuckled. "Have fun taking care of that." He pointed to the obvious bulge in the fourth's pants. And Ulquiorra heard him mutter as he closed the door "that's what he gets for not letting me top."
And who said cats were harmless? Because Ulquiorra would chop of his head in an instant….
After he took care of his problem…..
OWARI
Weird how I always go for funny when it comes to these two. Hee, Grimmy-Grimmy is so spiteful. *nearly has a nose bleed of her own at the thought of Grimmy calling her master* so hot! *faints* rreview please!