Ulquiorra's jealousy.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012 7:13 PM
Summary : After being ignored for a few days and seeing Grimmjow flirt with countless other people has his blood boiling. It hurts him. He's jealous for the first time. But does he know that it was Grimmjow's secret plan?
Warning- This story contains graphic yaoi scenes. If you do not like man on man sex, I suggest you leave. Not suitable for children 14 and under.
Grimmjow...why him?
'Why would I fall for him? He's nothing but a player. A barbaric, idiotic and dirty man who is self obsorbed and cares for no one and nothing other than fighting and sex. He's trash.''
Ulquiorra had long since come to terms with his...emotions. They always made themselves painfully present, right where the human heart is. Every time he saw Grimmjow with someone else, his heart would clench in his chest and he'd get extremely angry. At Grimmjow for being such a douche, but mostly at himself for letting it get to him.
Don't get him wrong, his emotions still confuse him, but he knows they are there.
But ever since that day, that one day when they had sex for the first time, he'd been hooked.
…That was an understatement.
Grimmjow was like crystal meth to the bat. He's that addictive. He wouldn't admit that out loud, ever, but that's how he felt.
But how does one have sex with an enemy, you ask?
It goes a little something like this...
Flashback-
Aizen had just dismissed them from his meeting. Everyone, except Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, had gotten up to leave and do whatever it was that Espadas do. Ulquiorra was usually the last to leave because he didn't feel like waiting for everyone to squeeze, push and shove their way through the doors.
The only reason Grimmjow didn't leave was because he was sleeping peacefully in his large marble chair with his feet resting over the table
But on the way out, he noticed a few Espada's had left their papers and some had accidently knocked over their coffee. Didn't even come back to clean it up.
So, being the neat freak that Ulquiorra was, he began cleaning up the others messes. But something prohibited him from doing so: He didn't have a cloth to clean the spilled coffee.
He glanced around the bland room for something, anything he could use to wipe up the mess. And then his emerald green orbs landed on Grimmjow.
Then an idea hit him.
Sneakily tip toeing his way over -which he didn't know why he was sneaking since the cat was such a heavy sleeper- to where Grimmjow was sleeping, he poked him a few times just to make sure he was really sleeping. His skin was surprisingly smooth, if he did say so himself.
Grimmjow just groaned something incoherently and sighed.
So then Ulquiorra ran his fingers around the rim of his hollow hole.
No response.
He traced the 6 in Grimmjow's back.
No response.
He slapped him.
No response.
Enjoying himself and the feel of Grimmjow's skin underneath his fingers, he started exploring his body. He even poked Grimmjow's nipples, and fascinatedly watched them perk up and become hard. Yet, Grimmjow still hadn't woke up, but instead began purring.
The bat ran his fingers down the others 6 pack, especially enjoying these. The kitty did not awaken.
It was good enough for Ulquiorra so he proceeded with his business.
He grabbed the front of Grimmjow's vest and began ripping it in half, slowly taking it from its owner. When he finally had it, he wiped the coffee up but since the jacket was super thin, it only ended up spreading the mess around.
So, he attempted to snatch the other part of his vest, but when he went to grab it, he ended up stepping on Aizen's flyer and slipping on it, somehow resulting in a ridiculous predicament. He ended somewhat on his hands and knees, partly over the arm of the chair while the sharp, pointy part of his hollow mask penetrated Grimmjow's hollow hole and part of the chair. Now he had a face full of crotch, and an ear full of abs. If anyone saw him like this...he'd never hear the end of it! He would definitely have to go on a killing spree.
But unfortunately, Grimmjow woke up and liked what he saw.
And like his cousin, the Cheshire cat, he grinned and snickered. "Well, well, well. I knew you had feelings for me, Ulquiorra, but I never thought you'd go this far so soon. If you wanted some of this, " he grinded his hips into the bats face. "all you had to do was ask..."
There was an angry sounding muffled reply. But Grimmjow had no idea what he said.
"Hmm? Did you say you wanted more? Enjoying yourself so much that you're begging me now?" He was enjoying himself immensely and becoming hard very quickly. But then he realized something when he felt a cool breeze on the right side of his body.
Where the fuck was his vest? He looked on the table and did not like what he saw.
"You fucking used my vest-my favorite vest to clean up some damn coffee?" He grinded himself even harder into Ulqui's face, also liking the friction. He was pissed. Off. He hoped the bat freaking suffocated down there.
But like a freight train, an idea hit him. "You're paying me back for my fucking vest. And I know the perfect way you can do that..." He purred.
If Grimmjow really thought that he'd let him over power him then he was dead wrong and would end up dead soon. The bat tried struggling but his mask was stuck deep into the chair and this position was hard to navigate through.
The kitty pulled himself out of his pants and pressed the head against his lips.
"Get to sucking Ulquiorra."
"Why would I even suck filth like you-" Grimmjow shoved himself into the bat's mouth and pushed his head down all the way. The other didn't even gag. If he could see his face, he was sure it would be unfazed. He was no small man. His length could be mistaken for an extra leg. It scared women.
So how many cocks has he been sucking to be this good? Who's cock specifically?
"Ulquiorra. Who's cock have you been suckin', huh?" He slid himself out of Ulquiorra's mouth to let him speak.
"Oh? Is someone jealous?" He teased. It wasn't any of Grimmjow's business who he serviced, or even if he did suck a few things. But there wasn't much he could do at this time so he went along with it. He loved to egg him on.
Honestly, Grimmjow did feel a tad bit jealous. He had always kind of liked the bat but hid it by being mean to him. He certainly didn't want anyone to know. The cat had this sharp, icy pain coat his chest when the other had said that. But he certainly wouldn't let that show.
"Nah. I just didn't know you were such a good cocksucker." He purred. " I might have to even pay you for such good skill."
Ulquiorra was getting tired of this awkward position he was in. It was so unnatural. It was also unnatural to have something of yours stuck in someone else's hole.
Suddenly…Ulquiorra got this…tingle in the back of his neck. He instantly became hard. Pretty soon, he'd go into heat.
'What a perfect time for me to go into heat.' He thought, irritated. He knew Grimmjow knew it to because he cocked his head, and sniffed the air. He could scent it.
"Oh~Is little Ulquiorra gonna go into heat soon?" He said, with a teasing voice and a smug look on his face.
Ulquiorra needed to get away from him—quick.
"Grimmjow, release me right-" The cat had shoved himself back into his mouth. Then he rubbed it against the inside of his cheek. He watched Ulqui's cheek budge out and felt him whine just a bit.
He couldn't pry himself from the chair. Grimmjow could pry him from the chair but he wouldn't so the quicker he made him cum, the quicker he could get away.
He thrusted himself in and out of the tight, wet heat that was Ulquiorra's throat. He had to admit, it did feel really good. Every time he was balls deep in his mouth, Ulquiorra would swallow around him and suck a little harder. He always imagined the bat doing things like this to him but he didn't think it'd become a reality.
Does he actually like sucking his cock? Or is it just because he's going into heat?
He was just yelling at him to be released but..the way he's sucking it made it seem like he did like it. He pulled himself out of Ulquiorra's mouth to let him breathe for a moment. But while he was panting, he began sucking on his sack and giving it nice long strokes with his tongue.
Grimmjow let out a small moan.
He watched as Ulquiorra slid his tongue up and down his length and nibble on whatever he could get to. It was such a hot thing to see.
Ulquiorra didn't know if he was enjoying it because of his hormones, or because he actually liked doing this to Grimmjow. With each lick, he himself was becoming harder and hornier.
He needed to get out of there. This wouldn't end well. But he couldn't stop himself from trying to please Grimmjow.
Grimmjow was close to cumming now. Ulquiorra felt it twitch in his mouth, so while the cat buried himself deep within his throat he made sure to swallow extra hard and work his tongue against the underside.
With a long, relaxed moan, he released all his seed into his throat and watched Ulquiorra greedily swallow it down. He got every last drop of it.
'Grimmjow tastes good here…but I wonder how his lips would taste….Why the fuck would I think that?' Ulquiorra scolded himself. But he couldn't help but be a little curious, it wasn't just the heat affecting this…he knew this for sure now.
The plan was just to please him so he could leave, but now he was interested and so very curious. Somewhere deep down inside, he wanted this.
Once Grimmjow had pulled his hollow mask out of his hollow hole, he stood up, brushed himself off and began to walk away, just wanting to forget this whole thing. It was embarrassing enough that he got his mask stuck in Grimmjow's hole, but it was even more embarrassing that he would soon go into heat and Grimmjow knew it. Of course he tried to hide the blush that was fighting its way to the surface of his cheeks, but it was difficult now.
He had also decided not to sate his curiosity, leaving would be best for now.
But just as he began to leave, a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.
"Nu-uh. Where do you think you're going, huh? I still have a bone to pick with yah." Still holding his wrist, he pulled the other against his body and studied his face. His cheeks were barely tinted of a light pink blush, his lips were a tad bit swollen from all that sucking he did. Emerald green orbs were full of curiosity and a little lust.
Does he really want this?
'If he really hadn't wanted it, surely I'd be dead bynow'. That's the reason he kept pushing his luck. The other must've wanted this just as much as he did. He was so tempted to kiss those lips of his but maybe if he pushed his luck again another day, maybe they could have a full blown make out session.
Or maybe….
Those green eyes of his searched Grimmjow's eyes with slight confusion, and then they'd flicker from his lips and back up to his eyes. Grimmjow smirked.
'Maybe I'll test my luck now…' Slowly sliding his right, rough, large hand up to run his fingers through his hair and then to cup his cheek, he slowly eased his way down to Ulquiorra's level, sometimes stopping to gaze into Ulqui's eyes to check if he still wanted it. He wasn't moving up to meet Grimmjow which was why the cat was so unsure of himself for this particular act. But when his lips barely touched Uquiorra's, he stopped, smirked and let out a tiny, breathy chuckle.
He saw Ulquiorra barely, just barely, come up to meet his lips.
'He was so cute when he was unsure of himself.' Grimmjow thought with a smirk.
He finally connected their lips. It was just a small, short peck. Ulquiorra did not pull away, yell at him nor hurt him. So Grimmjow took it as a sign to continue.
The next kiss was a sweeter, open mouth kiss. They started off slow, cautious and careful. As if they were just sampling a fine wine. But once they got the taste each other, the beasts were unleashed and couldn't be tamed.
The kiss became one of want, need and desperation. It became especially heated when Ulquiorra became a little adventurous and let his tongue travel teasingly, tantalizingly across Grimmjow's bottom lip.
Grimmjow had to take a moment to calm himself. He shuddered and pulled himself away from Ulquiorra, just for a moment. He let out a short snort though his nose, much like a bull would, and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Damn bat had nearly made him cum with that simple gesture.
And because of that, he was ready to fuck him until he could no longer scream his name, until he wouldn't be able to even walk anymore.
When he opened his eyes, there was a whole new look in his eye. One that was full of lust, and a hint of promise, promise that he'd make Ulquiorra scream his name.
That look only seemed to spur the bat on because he pulled Grimmjow into a heated kiss. They were both trying to pull each other closer, both clawing at each other, wanting more of the other.
From there…and soon, both were extremely hard and in need of some deep, hot and heavy sex.
Grimmjow stopped kissing Ulqui with a smirk on his face. He couldn't take this anymore. All this teasing he did to him has gotten him all hot and bothered.
He bent him over the table, right in the coffee, and proceeded to pull down his pants. He still planned on getting his revenge for what he had done to his vest.
Ulquiorra squirmed. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want this. It was actually very interesting, so different. He'd never seen this side of Grimmjow before… And what they were doing felt so good. He was hot and bothered. He wanted the blue panther. And it felt good to finally not be on top and have to put others in their place. It was nice to just be taken care of. Its not like he had anything else to do today so experimenting with Grimmjow would be a good for a change. Plus, the kitty was very entertaining. And sexy.
He was knocked out of his thoughts when the cat had spanked him. Hard. It stung but it felt kind of good.
"I'm still mad at what you did to my vest."
Ulquiorra rolled his eyes. "Shutup. Trash."
"What did you call me?" He growled.
"Do I have to spell it out for you, idiot? You are T-R-A—Ah!" Grimmjow spanked him again. Oh, it felt so good. If that's what being vicious got him then he'd do it all the time.
Smack. A small, almost inaudible whine.
Smack smack smack. A short moan followed by a small pant.
Smack smack smack smack! A gasp and a loud moan and a little squirming.
Grimmjow smirked. The little bastard liked it. "Yer gonna learn to stop calling me that, Ulquiorra." He said with authority.
"Just as soon as you learn to take a bath—hn! Ohh…"
Pop! Pop! Pop!
"What were you saying?"
"I was s-saying—"Pop pop pop!
"Let's add some more color to those pale cheeks, shall we?"
By the time Ulquiorra stopped talking back, his whole ass was cherry red and hot. Not that Grimmjow didn't like it that way, it was just that he was starting to become impatient and frustrated, which only added to his anger.
'Fuck this.'
"Yer gonna learn Ulquiorra, who owns who around here." He shoved his finger into Ulqui's pink hole. The other whined and gasped at the intrusion. He tried to push it out, but it only made Grimmjow go deeper.
He let out a small whimper."G-Grimmjow…"
Said man was slightly shocked to hear the other call his name like that. He almost forgot how it souded. But Ulquiorra sounded so vulnerable. It was so cute!
"What, baby?"
Ulquiorra didn't like this…fingering thing Grimmjow was doing to him. Did people actually like this? It was all so new to him.
"Take it out…"
"Hell naw! This is part of your punishment." He grinned and searched for his sweet spot.
'Where is the damn thing!'
He pressed all along his walls trying to search for it. But his search was getting tiring and boring, it started to make his arm hurt. He stopped his search and held his finger against a random spot, giving his arm a rest from all that searching.
"Nnnuh! Mmmm~…Oohhh…" He moaned. His body jerked. Grimmjow was holding his finger against his spot without even knowing it. Actually, he had been found it some time ago and brushed it several times, but Ulquiorra had refused to moan. He had been biting his lip to keep from moaning but it was hard. It felt so good.
Grimmjow grinned. He finally found it and added another finger to press them both against it.
"So you were trying to hide it from me, huh? You got my fucking arm hurting from fingering you for so long!" He pressed against it harder as punishment.
Ulquiorra was moaning like crazy. Eventually, Ulquiorra warmed up to it and was even starting to push back against his fingers. So now that he was pushing back, he added another finger and eventually got him ready for his rock hard cock.
He stood up and rubbed it against his hole.
"Beg me to put it in. Beg me to fuck you.." He purred. He stroked Ulquiorra's hard length, squeezing his hand around the head while thumbing the slit. Then he'd stroke him as quickly as he could.
He didn't want to have to beg for it. Begging was not his thing. He was pissed that Grimmjow would even think he would be able to get him to beg. Ulquiorra was stronger than he was! If he thought he could get The Cuatro Ulquiorra Cifer The Great to do something like beg then he was sadly mistaken.
"Piss off. Garbage."
"Wrong answer~" He spanked him and teased his hole with the head of his length. Ulquiorra let out a small whine and pushed back against it. But Grimmjow pulled away and spanked him.
"Come on, Ulqui…all it takes is a few words.."
Ulquiorra was too proud to beg…but maybe he would just this once.
"….P….please….?"
"Please what?"
Ulquiorra let out a frustrated grunt. "Please, just take me!"
Grimmjow pushed himself into the tight heat, slowly, since Ulquiorra was still a noob. He heard Ulqui cry out and pant quietly. Grimmjow must've stretched him out good because he felt no pain at all. He pushed back against Grimmjow, taking the rest of his length into him.
'Oh, so that's how he wants it…' Grimmjow thought. He popped his hips and hit his prostate dead on. Ulquiorra whimpered as another moan was forced from his lips. But it just felt so good.
"Yeah, that's right bitch. Moan for me. Say my name." Ulquiorra wasn't sure when he started saying Grimmjow's name, but he certainly moaned it like it was the only word he could say.
This caused Grimmjow to get super excited and thrust even harder into the tight space. Which resulted in Ulquiorra moaning even louder.
He pulled his head back by his helmet and bit his ear. "Enjoying yourself, Ulquiorra? You're moaning like a whore."
"Fuck you." He spat.
"But I believe that's what I'm doing to you~" He smirked.
He pounded into his prostate so hard that the bat was seeing stars and then flashing white. He was sure that he'd go blind if Grimmjow kept this up.
He was thrusting in him so hard that his body jerked upwards and eventually, they were both all the way on the table, but with ulquiorra on his back, soaking up all the coffee with his outfit.
He didn't care at the moment. The pleasure was too great. He'll probably be mad when its over though.
"Say my name again, Ulquiorra." He began stroking Ulquiorra, timing it with his pounding. The bat started tossing his head back and moving his hips in time with Grimmjow's ministrations.
He was so close, if he came he wouldn't have to say his name. Just a few more thrusts and he'd cum.
But just as he was about to cum, Grimmjow clamped his hand around the base of his member. He leaned down into his ear and nipped it before speaking.
"Lets try this again. I believe I told you to say my fucking name. We'll do this over and over until you get it right." By then,, Ulquiorra wasn't teetering over the edge of oblivion and was ready to start up again.
Grimmjow had to start over 3 times before Ulquiorra would actually scream his name.
Eventually, they both had a spine tingling orgams and came everywhere, Ulquiorra calling his name and Grimmjow smirking about it. He squeezed around him so hard he actually stopped him from thrusting. All he could do now was rock back and forth. But from the tightness and the heat, he was able to cum deep inside of him.
In the end, it solved both problems. The mess was cleaned up and Grimmjow was sated.
After that, they became what the living call a "couple".Or something like that. They weren't exactly going out but they were a mated pair.
Life had been good for a few months. And then this happens.
It had been a few days since Grimmjow had last spoken to him. They'd usually have their fun time in the bed, maybe snuggle a bit, and then go back to hating each other. A lot less than before, but still hating each other. They didn't really want people to know about them yet... and he knew that but he was never ignored before.
A needle like prick became apparent in his chest. What was that? What did it mean?
What would he gain from ignoring him? He thought of all the things that he could maybe gain, like more ladies, more sex...but he wouldn't have to ignore another to get that.
As Ulquiorra was wondering the halls, lost in his thoughts and looking down, he didn't see the blue haired figure walking towards his direction. Even if he had, he probably would've kept on walking. He didn't want the blue cat bastard to know how he felt about this.
"Hey, Ulquiorra." Said man continued to walk down the hall. That is, until, a strong pair of arms wrapped around him and ran his tongue across his neck.
His heart jumped in his chest but he acted like he didn't even care. "Is there something you want? I have things to do."
"Oh, Ulquiorra, don't be like that...You know you're in need of some kitty lovin'." He purred playfully.
"Something that you've already had plenty of , I'm sure." He began trying to worm his way out of Grimmjow's grip but it only resulted in him being pressed further up against him. If he really didn't want it, Grimmjow would be writhing in pain on the floor right now.
"Nope," he lied "been too busy sleeping."
"-Around with everyone else." Ulquiorra said slickly. Grimmjow was actually shocked he came up with that comeback. "Now, get off of me. I must finish chores for Lord Aizen."
Ulquiorra soon found himself against the wall with his hands bound above his head. He barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. While sighing he said, "I'm done playing your little games, Grimmjow." He would've walked away but as soon as he finished saying that Grimmjow kissed him.
He could've just pushed him away. He could've kicked the cat in his jewels. Or cero'd him, killed him. Ulquiorra is stronger than him, Grimmjow couldn't over power him... He could've done a lot of things to get away, but he didn't. He always lets Grimmjow over power him. Why?
Because he wanted this.
He couldn't say that he didn't want it. He wanted it, craved it. Badly. So bad that he even had reoccurring dreams that something like this-or better would happen. So badly that Grimmjow plagued all this thoughts. Everything he thought about was Grimmjow. He couldn't even escape him in his dreams.
Ulquiorra liked the thought of being submissive, to know that theres someone sexy that'll put you in your place and take care of you in the best of ways. To know that there's someone you can fall back on when fuck up, someone that will catch you each and every time. He didn't like being in control all the time, to be able to get whatever he wanted just because he was stronger, just because he could. It was quite boring.
Grimmjow was the only one who could actually make him feel emotions. He was usually cold hearted and emotionless. He walked around like he just didn't give a fuck about anything or anyone. He never gave any indication to what he was thinking or how he was feeling. But around Grimmjow, it was different.
On the inside, he was actually happy. He felt like he was actually living instead of just going through the motions. Around Grimmjow, he knew he actually had a heart because it was always doing weird things in his chest when he was around. Maybe this was another reason he was attracted to the other.
He never really had the strength to hurt the other. That's also another reason he let him do the things he did. He liked the other and Grimmjow had only ever visually assulted him.
While they were kissing, Grimmjow was able to sneak his tongue into Ulquiorra's mouth. He opened his mouth out of habit and sometimes instinct.
The forth let out a small moan and played with the cats tongue. Grimmjow pressed his body against him, definitely enjoying the attention he was getting back.
He felt Ulquiorra roll his hips into his so he rolled them back just as hard and bit his lip. That seemed to spark something in the quarto because the started kissing back harder now.
But he couldn't let Ulquiorra over power him. He made sure to dominate him in the kiss.
The fun ended way too soon.
Once they separated, Ulquiorra quietly walked down the hall and rounded a corner but didn't continue walking when he reached a certain point.
He wouldn't admit this out loud but Grimmjow had left him weak and wanting more. He could hardly walk without trembling, his heart was having a painful spazz attack in his chest. Ulqui was sure his face was a deep crimson shade of red.
He hated this.
He hated how Grimmjow always managed to make him feel this way. If he even gave Ulqui a certain look, he'd end up in a puddle of emotions and spazz attacks. Frankly, it was highly annoying.
He decided he had stood there long enough to gather enough strength to walk correctly and went back to the hall he and Grimmjow were just on.
That's saw him making out with another male.
Sharp pain.
Heart ache.
Words couldn't hardly describe the anger and hurt Ulquiorra felt in his chest. It felt like someone had turned on an iron (one that's used for getting wrinkles out of clothes) to the highest setting and then placed it on his chest, let it sit there for a good 3 minutes and then rubbed alcohol on it and proceeded to scrape off the charred skin with very sharp finger nails. And then run him over with a 16 wheeled tow truck. But on the outside, of course he didn't show it.
He quietly sighed to himself and walked in the opposite direction. He would notlet this get to him.
Once he was sure Ulquiorra was far enough, he immediately broke apart from the male he was making out with.
"Fuck. It didn't work." He glared at the other male and grabbed him by his shirt, wrapping his fists up in the fabric and pulling him up off the group. "You said it would work! Why the hell isn't it working! Why isn't he over here, beating one of us to a pulp? Why isn't he jealous?"
The other casually shrugged.
Grimmjow growled. "You're useless." He released the other and walked away to form another plan to get the other jealous.
Aizen had just completed his meeting and dismissed everyone. Grimmjow, who is usually one of the last few to leave, was the first one out the door and quickly ran around the corner to meet his female date for the hour.
Ulquiorra, out of curiosity, slowly walked behind the rest of the pack, casually looked around to see what Grimmjow would be doing.
He saw him dry humping a female against the wall, practically having sex with her with clothes on. Ulquiorra trembled with anger.
Sharp pain.
Heart ache.
How dare that hoe try and take his man! He was ready to pimp slap that hoe but he stopped himself.
He and Grimmjow weren't together. He would not let this get to him.
Ulquiorra walked passed Grimmjow as if he wasn't even there.
He saw Szayel pull him into his lab and then all could be heard were moans and screams of "More, Grimmjow, more!" Or "Yeah, baby you like that?" Or "Yes, yes! More! Fuck me harder!"
Sharp pain.
Heart ache.
Ulquiorra was ready to blow something up. He ran up to Szayel's lab door, placed his hand on the doorknob….but stopped himself from opening the door.
He and Grimmjow weren't together. He would not let this get to him.
_
He went to the human world for a mission that Aizen had assigned him. He was to watch the orange haired man. His name was….ichigo? Whatever it was, he was to watch the boy and see what information he could gather about him.
He could be found at a small shop that had two little kids' names he couldn't remember and two weird shop owners.
Ulquiorra usually wasn't like this, he usually remembered every detail given to him for a mission. But…while Aizen was talking….his mind traveled to the world of Grimmjow and he was only able to get the very basic information.
He hopped roof to roof in hopes of reaching the shop quickly so that he could go back to the HQ and sleep the day away. But when he finally got there, he saw something he certainly didn't want to see.
Ichigo's hands, bound by Grimmjow's hands, were above his head, his pants were pushed down passed his waste. He had a blush bright enough to be a stop sign and was covered in various substances.
Sharp pain.
Heart ache.
What? Was Grimmjow stalking him now?
He showed up at every corner, every turn, every room, everywhere he fucking looked!
And he was usually with someone else!
Now, he'd have to sit there and watch Grimmjow stroke, kiss and eventually take Ichigo because his mission was to watch Ichigo for 24 hours and gather intel.
He and Grimmjow weren't together. He would not let this get to him.
When he came home that day, he was hurt and tired. He just wanted to sleep away all his troubles, wake up and let them be forgotten. Like….a distance memory in the past.
'Maybe I was just had delusions…I am quite the delusional creature.' He tried to trick himself.
But, in reality…he didn't want to come to the fact that Grimmjow was always with different people and not with him. He hated this. He hated this feeling that he'd always get when seeing that things that his significant other would do. He hated that he even had these feelings for him in the first place.
It was breakfast time and Aizen would be expecting him to report back soon. But he decided to eat breakfast first.
And as soon as he walked out of his room, there Grimmjow was giving Stark a blow job. He walked out as soon as Stark had came deep in his mouth. And he had swallowed it all, then smacked his lips as if it was simply delicious.
Sharp pain.
Heart ache.
That was the final straw. The straw that broke the camel's back.
As soon as Stark walked away, he pushed Grimmjow up against the wall and placed his hands on each side of his head. "Stop your foolish games! Stop toying with me, Grimmjow!" He growled.
"What games?" Grimmjow smirked.
"Flirting with-Humping—sucking—kissing-" He let out a sound of annoyance. "you know exactly what I'm talking about!"
He purred. "Aw. Is someone jealous? My little 'ukie' jealous?" He managed to switch positions but this time holding Ulquiorra's hands above his head.
"If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask, Ulquiorra ..." he leaned in real close, as if he was about to kiss him. Ulquiorra's heart fluttered for a bit before he went back to being jealous.
"If you want a kiss so bad, why don't you go back to kissing and humping Harribell hmm?"
Grimmjow was enjoying this immensely. "Because I want you right now."
'I will not be swayed. I will not have make up sex with him—at least not just yet.'
"You've been screwing around with everyone else—"
"All that was fake." Ulquiorra was ready to punch a hole through him.
"Stop with the lies!"
Grimmjow cupped his face and stopped him from saying anything else.
"All that was acted out. Anything major was fake, like when I went into Szayel's room and "screwed him senseless" or when I "ravished Ichigo" or gave Stark a blowjob."
Ulquiorra wasn't too sure about the Ichigo part. He was sure that they had sex but he could never know for sure because he couldn't stay to watch the whole thing. That would've been too painful for him.
"You've ignored me for a good few weeks, and everywhere I go, I see you with someone else! If you want sex, then go to the other espadas. Apparently I am not wanted. If you didn't want to talk to me anymore, you should've said something instead of leaving me wondering and…and…" He didn't want Grimmjow to know that he was so hurt over this.
"Stop bitching and just give in. You know you want to…"
Grimmjow was definitely enjoying this. Ulquiorra was so jealous right now.
"No! Go back to fucking Szayel."
"I told you I only want you. I only did all of that to make you jealous and want me more. Looks like it worked." He smirked.
Ulquiorra was furious. How dare that stupid cat try to make him jealous on purpose! All these emotions he went through for that?
Ulquiorra began to walk away but Grimmjow snatched his arm up before he could leave.
"Wait, are you mad? This brought us closer together, baby! Don't be mad-look, baby I'm all yours!"
"Release me before I rip your arm off and beat you with it. Trash." There was no emotion in his voice. He'd went back to being cold, heartless Ulquiorra again. He even called him trash.
Grimmjow's heart clenched in his chest when Ulquiorra said that. He was back at square one. Now with an ultra angry Ulqui wanting to yank his balls off.
"So this is how its going to be huh? All because I made you want me more, hmm? You think I'll just let you go? Never."
The raven haired man stared into the others the ocean blue eyes long and hard before yanking his arm away and flash stepping away.
He decided he wouldn't talk to Grimmjow anymore. He wouldn't speak to him, look at him, be in the same room with him, or even -think about thinking about him. That's how over it he was.
The end?
