Ichigo sat back and watched as Gin bothered Szayel. He could tell the pink haired Arrancar was definatly getting annoyed, but it didn't seem like Gin cared.
"Ichimaru-sama, will you please get out of my lab?" Szayel sneared.
"Why would I do that?" Gin grinned. "I enjoy watching your experiments!"
Szayel growled.
Suddenly, the sound of Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry filled the room. Ichigo's jaw dropped when Gin pulled out a little purple phone and flipped open. He could've swore he heard Ulquiorra chuckled beside him, but he looked over to see the Espada just as stoic as before.
"Eh, moshi moshi?" Gin answered it. "Aw, Sousuke, I was having fun annoying Szayel-chan...Alright-I'll have him right up. Sayonara!"
He flipped the phone shut. "Espada meeting in ten minutes, pinky!"
He whirled around and grabbed Ichigo's arm. Ichigo felt his haori brush Ulquiorra's arm as he passed.
"Get movin', Ulquiorra!" Gin called after him.
Ulquiorra followed them down the hall.
Gin pushed Ichigo into the kitchen before running off to go get the tea. Yet again, Ichigo was left alone with Ulquiorra.
"What did you mean?" Ulquiorra asked flatly. "When you said you cannot stop thinking about me?"
"What does it matter?" Ichigo spat, not even looking back at Ulquiorra.
"It's confusing." Ulquiorra muttered.
"Well, that's probably because you're emotionless." Ichigo looked over his shoulder at Ulquiorra as Gin rushed forward, shoving the tray with the tea into Ichigo's arms.
"Let's roll!" Gin smiled at them. "So tense, boys, be calm!"
At that, they all walked towards the meeting room. When they walked in, many of the Espada were already seated. Aizen was sitting at the head of the table and Ulquiorra quickly swept by Ichigo to take his seat.
Gin pushed Ichigo towards the table and Ichigo sat the tray down. Gin poured Aizen's tea like a little maid before giving everybody else tea as well.
Ichigo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and standing back, barely noticing Tosen in the corner, with his hand on his hilt, as always.
"For those of you who aren't familiar with him," Aizen said. "I'd like to introduce you to Ichigo Kurosaki, our new Commander."
Ichigo smirked at the looks of distaste he got, especially from Grimmjow and Yammy.
"Ichigo,
these are the Espada." Aizen smile back at him. "You know
Yammy, the 10th Espada. The 9th, Aaroniero Arruruerie. The 8th Szayel
Apporro Grantz. 7th Zommari Leroux. 6th Grimmjow Jagerjaquez. 5th
Nnoitra Jiruga. 4th Ulquiorra
Cifer-"
Ichigo
narrowed his eyes at the emphasis on Ulquiorra's name. This man was
cold.
"3rd, Tia Harribel. 2nd Barragan Luisenbarn. And the 1st Espada, Starrk."
Ichigo looked away from them all, uninterested.
"Aizen-sama, why are we letting this Soul Reaper in when he's fought us in the past?" Yammy asked.
"Because he's useful." Aizen told him, a tint of coolness in his voice.
Ichigo sighed, fading back against the wall. He watched Ulquiorra the whole meeting. He never moved, never changed his expression, Ulquiorra was just a stone. A perfectly beautiful statue worthy of the best art museum. His eyes were cold and locked on Aizen and his back tense as if he could sense Ichigo looking at him.
It was interesting, the way he stayed so still, it made Ichigo wonder what he'd do if Ichigo just walked up and kissed him. Sure, he'd get looks from the other Espada and Shinigami in the room, but the thought seemed pretty tempting to him.
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Ichigo was walking to his quarters, his eyes on the floor as he made his way through the winding halls of Los Noches. When he got to his door, his hand wrapped around the handle, twisting it open...
And then someone pushed at his back, pushing him into the room. He fell forward, stumbling to find Ulquiorra slamming the door behind him.
"What the hell are you doing, Ulquiorra?" Ichigo demanded.
"I want to know what you're doing, Soul Reaper!" Ulquiorra said.
"What I'm doing?" Ichigo scoffed. "Right. Cause I just pushed you into your room and scared the shit out of you!"
"Not about that!" Ulquiorra raised his voice, his aggrivated and confused emotion for once showing on his face. "I want to know why you seem to have such an effect on me!"
Ichigo narrowed his eyes.
"So you think it's my fault you like me?" Ichigo asked snidely.
"I don't..." Ulquiorra trailed off. "I know I don't like you! I can't! It's not right!"
"Shut up, Ulquiorra." Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"No, I know I don't like you!" Ulquiorra shook his head. "It's different than that..."
Ichigo walked up to Ulquiorra and pushed him back against the door. Ulquiorra looked at him with wide eyes as Ichigo's lips were mere centimeters away from his.
"Kurosaki. What are you doing?" Ulquiorra whispered.
Ichigo smirked. "You're so predictable."
Ichigo brought his hand up to trail his thumb across Ulquiorra's thin, dark lips. Cold, just as he'd expected. Yes, very predictable.
Ulquiorra's hands were flat against the door, pressed against the wall at every angle. He didn't want Ichigo so close, so why was his skin tingling under his touch. His fingers sent little trails of heat across his frosty skin, making the Arrancar shiver.
Ichigo smiled at this, bringing his lips so close to Ulquiorra's that he could taste the Espada's breath on his tounge. Ulquiorra's eyes were half-shut, expectant. Ichigo looked into them, seeing that beautiful green and falling again.
He couldn't resist anymore.
He pressed his lips to Ulquiorra's, enjoying the coolness against his own. He didn't dare deepen the kiss, but pulled back to see how Ulquiorra took to it.
He found one hand aimed at him, the glow of Cero threatening to release. Ulquiorra shuttered, looking at Ichigo with different eyes. Ichigo didn't look at the Cero, just Ulquiorra. If Ulquiorra decided to blast him, he'd only cut him right back.
"I..." Ulquiorra muttered, his eye more hungry than ever.
The Cero disappeared from his hand and his other hand grabbed the back of Ichigo's neck, pulling him forward and pressing his lips to the others. Ichigo's tongue snaked out and licked at Ulquiorra's bottom lip, pushing his mouth open and making him gasp.
Ulquiorra wrapped his arms around Ichigo's neck, holding the Soul Reaper to him as Ichigo pressed his body against his.
Thier tongues danced together, sliding along one another and making Ulquiorra whimper in pleasure. Ichigo felt his heart racing. For damn near two months, this had been all he wanted. Just Ulquiorra, in his arms. And there it was, right in front of him.
When Ulquiorra felt the need to breathe, he pulled away. But Ichigo's lips trailed down to his neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive and pale skin. Ulquiorra moaned and tightened his grip on Ichigo.
"Ichigo..." He whispered, making Ichigo even more mad with pleasure.
His hand grabbed Ichigo's haori and jerked it away from his shoulder, revealing the Soul Reapers flesh as instinct kicked in. He leaned down and kissed the skin softly, trailing his tongue along it and tasting the salty sweetness of it.
Ichigo moaned, his hand on Ulquiorra's back as he put more pressure on the Arrancar's groin.
Ulquiorra bit his lip to restrain from moaning as his head fell back on the door, feeling Ichigo's hand stray from his back down to massage his erection through his hakama as his tongue worked at his neck.
The knock on the door nearly knocked them both over, they were do deep in pleasure that they barely noticed the reiatsu approaching.
"Damn, Ichimaru." Ichigo grumbled as Ulquiorra pulled himself back together.
Ichigo pulled his haori back up on his shoulder as he opened the door.
"What do you want?" He demanded of Gin.
"I was just coming to check and see wha-..." Gin's eye caught Ulquiorra with his arms crossed nervously over his chest in the background. He'd never seen the cool, calm and collected Espada so frazzled. That could only mean one thing. "Never mind. Bye bye!"
Gin turned on his heel towards Aizen's throne room.
Ichigo groaned, practically throwing the door closed. He fell back against it, his eyes closed as he silently wondered why he had to be curse with that man. And then there were cool hands on his chest, working their way up to his neck...
He opened his eyes and smirked at Ulquiorra. He reached up and touched his cheek, trailing his thumb along the long green marks under his eyes. Ulquiorra looked completely messed up. His hair was falling in his face, and his lips were parted. Ichigo admired a job well done.
Ulquiorra pushed himself towards Ichigo, thier lips inches away again. Ichigo leaned forward and kissed Ulquiorra, dipping his tounge in the Espada's mouth.
Damn, he tasted good...
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