Abyss: The next one?
He swore he would not fall in love again. But, he did. And he fell hard. Ulquiorra watched the rise and fall of Grimmjow's chest, mesmerized by it.
Grimmjow woke in a soft, fluffy bed, and he felt a person staring. He turned around and smirked when he saw his Ulqui—his nickname for Ulquiorra—turn away, blushing.
He sighed as a memory of his time with that man appeared in his mind. It was of him and Ichigo Kurosaki in the park relaxing. But it was only that—a memory. During his time with this idiot, the pain faded. This guy just entered his life, and he breaks down his emotional barriers. 'I can't believe I am thinking of him this way.' Ulquiorra thought Grimmjow was his personal angel with a halo.
This guy just wormed his way into his life, and nothing tried to stop him, unlike Kurosaki. It took him three years to get Ulquiorra to open up to him, and it took the idiot, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, a day to get the same results.
He walked away to dance; Kurosaki had suggested it and while he left him, Ulquiorra still liked it. Grimmjow followed, and watched his tease dance seductively. Ulquiorra knew that Grimmjow was watching, and he danced like a seductress.
He finally got the courage to approach the smaller yet stronger man, and wrapped his arms around a slim waist while pulling him close, swaying to the music.
"Would you like to learn how to dance?"
"Why, of course I would."
His time with Kurosaki was nice, but it would just be a memory.