Distinct Hatred
Chapter two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warnings: The usual, language, explicit content.
"Ahh.. Ngnhh, Aizen-sama… Please.. Ah!"
Grimmjow scowled as he walked past another room that emitted sounds of sex. Rough sex, at that. That had to have been the second room in a week in which he heard the same exact thing.
If he could recognize voices correctly by now, then the victims were Ggio and Szayel. And from what he understood, Aizen was a rough lover.
He winced and continued down the hallway towards the kitchen. He narrowed in one the refrigerator and took out the gallon of milk, chugging from it and taking a seat at the countertop.
"How unsightly." At a smooth, yet condescending tone, Grimmjow rolled his eyes. He'd know that tone of voice anywhere.
"Yeah, well, we ain't all flawless pretty boys." He turned to see Ulquiorra sitting cross-legged in a chair a few feet away, sipping some coffee. "It's eight, the sun hasn't even gone down yet. What are you doing up so early?"
"That's none of your business, trash."
"So, tell me then." Grimmjow started sarcastically, "Why exactly are you so much better than I am?"
A fine black brow rose in question. "Isn't that obvious? You're the weakest link here, while I am much further above you."
"At least I'm not getting butt-fucked by Aizen." He retorted heatedly.
It all happened so quickly. It was as if, in the blink of an eye, he was pinned back into a wall and Ulquiorra was holding him there. One hand on his shoulder, the other gripping a kitchen knife against his throat. Emerald eyes flickered dangerously, anger apparent on the normally stoic man's expression. Even though the bat hybrid was shorter than him and scrawnier than him did not make him a harmless weakling. Aizen was right, underestimating this man was a huge mistake.
"Watch what you say about Aizen-sama."
"'Ch." Grimmjow dared to scoff, which did not please the other man. He stiffened and his eyes narrowed in displeasure. "Why is that man so special to you anyway?"
"That… Is none of your business." As soon as he was in a sticky situation, he was out of it. "Trash." The word was spat directly at him, and as soon as it was spoken, Ulquiorra quickly left him.
Grimmjow stared after the man, his mind unable to process how quickly and suddenly things had just occurred between them. "The fuck is his problem?"
"He's in love with Aizen, obviously."
At the sound of a voice behind him, the panther whipped around quickly to find Starrk leaning lazily on a wall.
"Ah, sorry, did we disrupt your nap?" He sneered.
Starrk scoffed at him, standing upright now. "I'm probably the only one of the few here who actually understands Ulquiorra." He elaborated. "He's in love with Aizen, but Aizen isn't the type to settle down. He'll just casually and occasionally have sex with him and then go on to someone else. So, to hide his pain, he acts like some up righteous jerk all the time. He treats other people like shit because he feels like shit."
Grimmjow frowned deeply at the explanation. "And just how do you know all of this? I doubt he told you, seems like the private type to me."
"I'm not as much of a slacker as you think I am, Grimmjow." Starrk smiled politely. "Give me a week, I bet I'll have you figured out, too."
"'Tch, no thanks, creep." He grumbled, putting the gallon of milk back in the fridge before brushing past the wolf hybrid and leaving the kitchen.
Ulquiorra frowned, rubbing the hickies that decorated his neck.
He'd only gotten up so early because Aizen had told him that he wanted him… Needed him, even? He was foolish to think too far into his words, he knew better, but for some reason… The bat had been excited, almost sprinting to his master's room, even using the slight lift he'd accumulated from his wings for greater speed.
He was mistaken.
He'd assumed that Aizen asked to have him so urgently because he wanted to confess some sort of feelings for him that he simply could not shake when he thought about him. It was one of those ridiculous fantasies that Ulquiorra never thought he would fall victim to. He simply was not the type to lose control of himself, but for whatever reasons, he fell deeply and hopelessly in love with the man who saved him from his nightmare.
And when he did, he felt immensely guilty for treating him as terribly as he did before he rescued him, when he only wanted to help. The bat hybrid wanted to repay him, to apologize for his behavior. So, he gave him the only thing he had, the only apology he knew.
And ever since then, their relationship had been one based wholly on physical contact. It was the biggest and most permanent decision he had ever made. A mistake, really. Ulquiorra regretted his choice, but it wasn't really something he could change.
He couldn't demand that Aizen love him, and he certainly couldn't deter what drove him. He and Aizen were not close, they were not friends, and they were not lovers. The man knew everything there was to know about Ulquiorra, but he did not know his master.
He sighed deeply and curled deeper within himself. He used to be so calm and in control of everything that opened itself up to him in his life. But ever since he met Aizen, he would get this awful, persistent ache in his chest when he went off and had sex with someone else. It actually, physically hurt him, and he didn't understand why. For the life of him, Ulquiorra couldn't possibly fathom the reason for his heartache, and if anything, it infuriated him, put him to the point where he would lash out at anything or anyone.
Like when he lashed out at Grimmjow earlier.
He should apologize for that…
It was about one in the afternoon.
Ulquiorra had not gone back to sleep after his affair with Aizen, his thoughts about his feelings for the man, and his guilt for snapping at Grimmjow plaguing him and refusing to leave him at peach long enough for him to rest properly.
So, here he was, wandering the halls in search of the blue-haired man. He was positive that the other man was fully awake and off doing something somewhere, unlike himself, who could barely keep himself upright through his exhaustion.
Once he reached the panther hybrid's room, he sat down by the door, his legs crossed lazily, but his back straightened high in proper posture.
He sat there for a while- a while as in he didn't know how long it had been before he started dozing in and out of it.
"What are you doing here?"
A voice jarred him awake immediately, and he shot upright from where he had slouched a little.
Ulquiorra glanced up to find Grimmjow standing in front of his door, appearing as if he were about to enter his room, but stopped at the last moment when he noticed another presence.
"I was waiting for you." He deadpanned, rising to his feet in order to look the man properly in the eye.
He earned a skeptical look. "It's almost four in the afternoon, it's no wonder you look like you're about to keel over."
Ulquiorra knew he had to look a bit unhealthy, going without sleep for as long he had. Normally, he went to bed at five in the morning, and did not wake up until about nine or ten at night. So waking at eight and being up until four in the afternoon was draining the life from him. He was a nocturnal being, after all. And more than likely, he would not be going to sleep at all. If he did decide to sleep after his conversation with the azure-haired man, his entire eternal clock would be thrown completely off balance.
"Do you mind if we talk?" He murmured, tilting his head slightly towards the man's room.
Grimmjow eyed him suspiciously for a split moment before he stepped aside to allow the man inside, following in after him and closing the door behind them.
"What do you want to talk about then?" He sighed, plopping down unceremoniously onto his mattress. Ulquiorra frowned at the behavior, but chose not to comment.
"I… Seem to have overreacted to you earlier. I was unjust with my decision to be so rude to you. I apologize."
Grimmjow smirked at him in return, amusement lighting in his blue eyes. "That's a pretty formal way of saying sorry."
"Are you going to accept it or mock me?"
"You know what Starrk told me?" The man continued, ignoring his bitterness, "He told me that the reason you're an ass all the time is because you're in love with Aizen. And since he doesn't love you back, you take it out on everyone else."
Ulquiorra stiffened, but as soon as he realized the fact, he relaxed quickly. "Don't be ridiculous."
"But it's true, isn't it?" Grimmjow pressed, "That ass doesn't even-"
"Don't speak ill of Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra interrupted, his tone firm.
The panther hybrid scoffed at him, shaking his head in disappointment. "I don't know how you define love, but believe it or not, it is a two-way thing. You can't be happy with someone who doesn't love you back, Ulquiorra."
He was borderline speechless.
How dare this piece of a ceased excuse of existence tell him what happiness was? To say that he couldn't be happy with this predicament was preposterous. True, he wasn't happy when his lord fooled around with other people, but when Ulquiorra was his choice at hand, he was overjoyed.
"No, wait, let me guess what you're thinking." Grimmjow stood from the bed and neared him, backing him up against the door. "You're thinking that I don't have the right to tell you how to operate things in your life. That I can't order you around and tell you how to be satisfied with yourself right?"
Now, Ulquiorra was positively astounded.
"But let me ask you this," despite Grimmjow's previously rude behavior and his near-positive rough mannerisms, the panther hybrid was surprisingly gentle when he cupped his face within his large hands. "When you two have sex, have you ever, even once, felt his heart through the act?"
Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, Ulquiorra replied, "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
Grimmjow's azure eyes bore into him, resembling that of a simmering fire within their blue depths. "Has he ever tended to your needs as if they were his own? Has he ever held you close, so close that you can hear his heart racing with your own? Has he ever told you that you really, truly mean something to him?"
Ulquiorra shook his head, albeit furiously, reluctantly. He didn't understand the severity to the conversation, and what he understood even less than that was why his heart was hammering away nervously in his chest.
"Well, then…" Grimmjow whispered, his words being that but a mere breath as he grew even closer to him, the space between them diminishing as he was huddled against the door and the taller man that seemed determined to invade his personal space. "Allow me to show you what making love to someone really is."
"Pardo-?"
The question hadn't the chance to leave him mouth before he was silenced by a pair of lips that settled over his, the touch being firm, but also rather gentle and warming…
