"Damn it Ulquiorra, leave me the hell alone!" Grimmjow raged as he ran through the blackness of the garganta, closely behind him, he could hear the scratching of footsteps pursuing him. He glanced over his shoulder and sure enough, there was the green eyed man, looking up at him, white clothes following his fast pursuit. Grimmjow emerged the end into the real world and making footing in the air, spun around to see Ulquiorra emerge. Their speed stopped and water crashed down on them, drenching everything with fingers that bit into them.

"What the fuck do you want?" Grimmjow growled at which Ulquiorra gazed silently back at him. Grimmjow could feel his patience being chaffed and gritting his teeth, resisted the urge to run as he knew the man would follow him to the ends of the earth.

"I want you." He finally answered, at which the Sexta's eyes widened but still resisted the urge to blink as he knew it was all the man needed to attack.

"What the hell do you mean? You gonna finish what Aizen started, begin another resistance and try to take over the world because there's no way in shit I'm gonna do that." The man gazed back at him in through the sheet of rain that obstructed the eye.

"No," He finally answered, staring at Grimmjow in the usual stance, leaning on air, hands in the pockets, "I want you for my lover." Grimmjow choked on his own spit and nearly drowned on the rain as he tried to get his response out.

"What the fuck?" He choked out not at the volume he would prefer but there was volume none the less and Ulquiorra heard as he approached on air, hands in his pockets, his own brand of victory in his eyes. Grimmjow stepped back with each calm step Ulquiorra took forward.

"S-stay the h-hell away from me." Grimmjow managed, stepping back, almost loosing footing on the air as he recognized the finality in Ulquiorra's eyes, the look he often wore for his final blow. "LOOK MAN, I'M FUCKING SERIOUS!" He roared, his anger making him unwilling to succumb. Ulquiorra only came closer and in his fear and anger, Grimmjow hit him. Ulquiorra ducked and caught the brawny arm, leaning close to the angry face and gently touching the sharp chin. Grimmjow tossed his head out of the grasp and sent another punch and Ulquiorra with his other fist, narrowly missing as Ulquiorra leaned back out of range at the last minute and sinking a foot in Grimmjow torso. The Sexta was sent flying from the blow, through the air, so fast that his flesh dried and the rain couldn't wet him again and was sent crashing in the middle of midnight traffic, exploding the empty street. Grimmjow started upright in his crater and looked up to see Ulquiorra looking down at him silently and the blue haired man could feel the rage twist in him.

"If you go though wit this you little freak, you know there ain't no Aizen to save ya." Grimmjow warned, feeling the cero charge in his hand.

"Then I pity you." Ulquiorra answered.

"Pity your fucking self!" Grimmjow answered and with a step, he was in front of the man in a step and pressed his rage into his chest.


"Matumoto, did you feel that?' Said blonde looked up at her white haired Captain.

"Feel what?" Hitsugaya looked up to the white of the ceiling.

"The reiatsu."

"Oh that," she pushed his hands away from her face, "leave it to the substitute," She answered, enveloping the softening cock in her hot mouth. Hitsugaya bit back a cry and ice exploded across the wall behind him and looked on as Matumoto sucked at him, revealing his cock to him from her mouth before swallowing him again. She shot him a sly under glower as she sucked at the head and closing her eyes, took in to the base. Hitsugaya griped the futon hard, closing his eyes against the distraction of that body with its gorgeous ass winding against the pillow she had put between her legs and focused everything on not coming in that slippery throat vibrated around him. She sucked her saliva off of him and tossed her head, making her air dance a slow, light decent to the other side of her face, dropping on her wet back. She looked up at him, wiping the melted ice off her forehead; she pressed her chest against his cock, pressing her breasts together so that he was wrapped around a pussy-like heat.

"How about a tit-fuck?" She whispered.


His Taicho wasn't back. Renji chewed at his wooden pen and stared at the white paper in front of him. There was half a paragraph scribbled on the paper, the fruits of his labor after eight hours. Earlier in the day, they had a bit of a fight… well what was a fight by Byakuya's standards. It involved Renji yelling his discomfort at the scene man in practical code and it was only when he stated something about their sex life in clear words in a loud voice did Byakuya looked up with steel eyes and picking up the paperwork, walked out of the office.

"I didn't say anything wrong," Renji muttered to himself, "all I said was please don't fuck me when you're angry, it hurts." Renji took a deep breath as pain that extended beyond physical ripped though him. He put down the pen and leaned back in his seat, immediately falling off the backless chair, he lay with a throbbing head gazing up at the wooden ceiling, tears pulling at the back of his eyes, stinging him sharp.

"Abarai," Renji started upright and peeped over the table top at his Taicho, dressed in the shadows of the night and the yellow of the candle catching his face. Renji felt his pulse catch and his breath quickened, he was here for him

"There has been a report of two Vasto Lordes fighting in Karakura district," Renji felt the unease wrap tighter around his shoulders, so now they weren't simply going to get over with it- the painful sex and the feeling of being a cheap whore after, "the order had been given to us to break it up."

"Just the two of us?" Renji asked guardedly.

"The Substitute Shinigami may need assistance." He answered and stepped out into the shadows of the corridor. Renji swallowed the sound of his own sorrow fighting to escape him and blinking back the tears of the usual indifference, followed.


Ulquiorra stood over him, shirt gone, woundless blood staining his alabaster skin. Grimmjow looked up at him another cero in his hand, half his shirt ripped off, his body drenched in blood as two large wounds spanned on either side of his chest.

"It is hard to believe you when you say you don't want this." Ulquiorra remarked, his hands in his pockets, looking at the man.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Grimmjow growled.

"Obviously you are too weak to defeat me as you are," Ulquiorra pointed out, stepping over, the cero brightened, "yet you have not released."

"I don't fucking need that to defeat your ass." Grimmjow snarled and he was in front of Ulquiorra, trying to press a cero in his face. Ulquiorra caught the hand and twisting it, pushed Grimmjow's hand down between then and leaned close. With the snarl of a cat, Grimmjow raked the suddenly sharp claws of his right hand across Ulquiorra's face and jumped away. Ulquiorra gazed back at Grimmjow calmly, noting the long, low lying ears and slowly twitching white tail.

"Better," Ulquiorra remarked. Grimmjow roared in rage and rushed at Ulquiorra again.


"Oh, yes! Harder… ah!" Matsumoto gripped at the white shoulders, feet firmly planted on the floor as Hitsugaya fucked the hell out of her. She could feel the building in her belly, the promise of an orgasm and she realized her Taicho had stopped producing ice, promising a blizzard. They were close, but something was holding him back and it was sending her crazy.

"I can't do this anymore," Hitsugaya growled his annoyance and pushing the woman's arms off from around his neck, pulled out of her body. Matsumoto sat up angry that her pleasure was taken.

"What, I'm not good enough for you?" She snapped, looking up at the smaller body that was being redressed by small hands that had just been gripping her hips.

"That reiatsu," Hitsugaya answered, shrugging on his upper clothes, "it's giving me a damn headache." He muttered angrily.

"If you go out there, I'm going to fuck your dick to the size of a pencil point when we get back," She warned with a huff and pulling on her clothes.

"Not unless I fuck you till you're as wide as a highway first." Hitsugaya answered putting his zanpactu in place and with a curl of his lips; flash stepped out into the cool night.


There was a soft ring and Renji and Byakuya entered the real world. In the bite of the cold air, in the middle of the rain glistening streets, Renji could feel the sharpness of evil and he felt himself tingle with excitement with the thought of a fight.

"I do not sense the Substitute." Byakuya noted softly, stepping out into the night with a shiver of robes and past Renji. The red head felt his spirit sink as he saw the broad shoulders and the waving scarf, he had managed to forget he was there, but now- Renji looked up at the purple sky.

"He's out of town," Renji answered, "with his lover." His voice cracked as he forced the words out and Byakuya looked over at the man from the corner of his eye. Renji looked over in the direction of the explosion of energy. "Feels like things are getting bad." Renji remarked and flash stepped in the direction of the reiatsu.

Renji was enraged with himself, his voice cracked damn it! He had been determined not to show the man he felt anything by his absence.


Grimmjow followed Ulquiorra out into the streets, the warehouse behind him crumbling. He was holding back a fill transformation, he cold feel his ears twitching as he could hear Ulquiorra's breathing and the snapping of his cloak. He could smell the blood and sweat on him, the sharpness of the rain and the musk of arousal.

"You're cute kitty." Ulquiorra remarked softly. Grimmjow stared back at the man, caught off guard by the obvious tease- not insult but a tease. Grimmjow grit his teeth at him, curling his fist so hard he claws cut into his palm.

"I hate being called a kitty."

"Tell me, do you give tongue baths?" Grimmjow stared at the Quatra for a moment and burst out laughing.

"Who the hell knew Mr. I'vegotarodupmyass can be as lewd as Nnoitra?" Grimmjow laughed, throwing back his head. Ulquiorra gazed at the exposed neck for a moment and wit ha shift of his body, he had his black nailed hand around the neck and had shoved the Sexta to the ground.

"I don't know about you, but I want to put my rod up your ass," Ulquiorra whispered softly causing the Sexta to stared at him.

"Let me go!" Grimmjow suddenly yelled, shoving at the white chest. Ulquiorra pushed him harder into the road with force that made his bones crack.

"Stop resisting, it would be less painful," Ulquiorra whispered. Grimmjow stopped maybe because he was suddenly into it or his own cattish nature made him curious, he let the mouth touch his and the y fell to a long, lingering kiss. Ulquiorra pressed closer and Grimmjow let the tongue wander in his orifice with almost violence that drew blood. Grimmjow bit down on the tongue between his teeth and pulled his head back sharply, smelling the musk of sex.

"Someone's here." Ulquiorra muttered, looking back wit ha string of bloody saliva between them. Then another of Grimmjow's cat senses ticked in- the 'oh no he didn't' syndrome and the sent his fist into Ulquiorra's face, sending the small man flying.


Hitsugaya looked over the side of the building in time to see a Vasto Lordes sent flying by the punch thrown by another. The one on the ground with blue hair jumped to his feet and rushed in the direction the other had fallen. By the time the dust had cleared, Hitsugaya could see the blue haired half cat's tail twitching excitedly as he repeatedly sank his fist into the other's face, then the blue haired creature was sent flying and a pale, small Vasto Lordes picked himself out of the rubble.

"What do you thinks' happening between the two of them?" Matsumoto asked, falling on the ground beside her Taicho, her soul hadn't quite recovered from the pummeling Hitsugaya had been giving her.

"They're fighting each other." Hitsugaya answered, unimpressed- he'd stopped his fucking for this?

"Think we should break it up?"

"It'd be the humane thing to do."


Hitsugaya looked back at Byakuya's comment of their conversation and the noble looked down into the alley where a small white man seemed to be restraining a violent blue haired other.

"Besides, it looks like they could mash the town up." Renji added, trying to fall to his emotions as he smelled the sweet of his Taicho so close and see the heat of his body rise into the cold air Hitsugaya had created in his annoyance.

"He's going kill him." Hitsugaya noted and sure enough, Ulquiorra had drawn his arm back for the final blow.


Grimmjow's blow had done it and that was knock some sense back into his queer fellow Vasto Lordes but apparently he had hit him too hard because not only did the Quatra beat him so that he could barely move, he was about to kill him. Grimmjow should have liked to move, but Ulquiorra had done him something so that he couldn't use his reiatsu to release his zanpactu. Ulquiorra's hand descended.


Renji was gone in an instant and his blade drawn, blocking the fall of the white hand from the bronze throat. Renji pushed the attacker back and Ulquiorra jumped out of the way of the blade, gazing at him silently.

"This is none of your business Shinigami," Ulquiorra said softly and before Renji could even think about a response, Ulquiorra was on the other side of him, Renji with a shallow hole in his breast. The second's chance though was enough and Grimmjow had released himself entirely.

"I don't know what the fuck is your problem, but if you wanna fuck my body, it's gonna have to be dead." Grimmjow growled and rushed at Ulquiorra.


"Oh my-" Matsumoto gasped as the red head's body fell and Hitsugaya was off the building as the blood fell and the body followed and Kuchiki Byakuya released his zanpactu. A wall of cherry blossoms and ice separated the raging pair and Grimmjow halted, Ulquiorra's eyes widened. The ice exploded and the blossoms rushed at Grimmjow and Ulquiorra' flooding them with innumerable cuts that Grimmjow couldn't heal and Ulquiorra's body could hardly manage to keep up with and then ice crashed down on everything, trapping the fighting Vostos within.


"I pity you Grimmjow," Ulquiorra murmured.

"I pity myself," Grimmjow answered, feeling the black lips pass over his nipples and he closed his eyes against the pleasure that invaded him as kisses were placed along his stomach, Ulquiorra liked sensually back up his body.

"In the end," he whispered, gazing into the wide blue eyes, pulling Grimmjow closer by his black Sereitei issued collar, "you are mine."


"One more Taicho," Matsumoto said from where she lay on her back. Hitsugaya looked at her from over his shoulder.

"You sure you can take it?" He asked she smiled at him and nodded. Hitsugaya looked down at his limp self and will it to erect, Matumoto closed her eyes and hoped the stinging would stop by the time her Taicho was ready- a few minutes later, they were both asleep.


Renji opened his eyes and found his Taicho standing over him with silently with quiet grey eyes.

"Taicho!" Renji yelled in surprised and sat up quickly.

"You are awake," Byakuya spoke softly. Renji noted his superior was sitting on his bed and one of his hands was folded over Renji's.

"Taicho what are you doing…" Renji felt shame and sorrow overcame him and blinking sharply, he looked out into the bright blue of the morning sky.

"I apologize Abarai," Renji would have liked to look at his Taicho with expressive surprise, but the pain didn't allow him to care to turn his head. "I am sorry." The words, so informal and hinting emotion, Renji looked into the grey eyes and the tears blossomed.

"I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"Please," Renji said softly, "hearing you apologize is enough to put me in a coma." Renji answered.

"I suppose it is a bit much." Byakuya answered, leaning closer to the red head. "You are paralyzed knee down." Renji stared at his Taicho with wide eyes that was framed with tears.

"What?" Renji looked down at his feet and sure enough, one toe was showing, a toe he couldn't feel. "Really Taicho, you have to learn how to drop things gent-" Renji looked around himself in surprise, "All the Taichos are coming this way," Renji muttered, "wonder why."

"For your convenience," Byakuya answered graciously, "by my request." Byakuya leaned close to the red head, Renji stared back at him.

"They're getting closer." Renji murmured.

"I know," Byakuya answered, his mouth getting closer to the red head's, "and you say I never kiss you in public." He murmured and pressed his mouth hard against Renji's. The red head relaxed and let the tongue run over his and they pressed closer, the door creaked grandly open.