Here is the second chapter!
Warning: yaoi
I don't own Bleach.
Chapter Two
Grimmjow awoke to a stabbing pain in his side. He tried to make himself more comfortable, but a sharp elbow continued to crash into his ribs.
"Wake the fuck up," Nnoitra growled.
"The hell's your problem," Grimmjow murmured into the pillow.
"Your fucking purring. It keeps waking me up."
Grimmjow frowned, becoming more alert. "I don't purr," he snarled. That's when he noticed the position they were in.
He was sleeping in Nnoitra's arms. He froze, wide-eyed, as his mind struggled to take in the scene. The fifth Espada was on his left side, head still resting heavily on the pillow, eye closed. His left arm wound underneath the pillow to wrap around Grimmjow's shoulders. The tall Espada's right arm—with the deadly elbow—was now loosely draped around Grimmjow's hips. What the shorter Espada had semi-consciously thought was a pillow turned out to be his superior's chest. Grimmjow's own arms were wrapped casually around Nnoitra's waist. Their legs were so tangled beneath the sheets, Grimmjow honestly could not figure out which ones belonged to him. What. The. Fuck.
As he continued to gape at his surroundings, the other Espada opened his eye. "Either go back to sleep or get the fuck out."
Grimmjow was half tempted to leave. But… he wouldn't be able to find his clothing in the dark. Right. And he couldn't very well walk back to his quarters naked, right? And he'd probably need to clean himself up a little before leaving—that would take time. It made more sense to just stay where he was. He'd get more sleep that way. Right? Right. He slowly lowered his head, resting his temple against Nnoitra's bicep. The other man didn't even move. Grimmjow found himself looking at his superior's closed mouth. His lips looked sort of nice. And his nose was nicely shaped. As was his eye. There was something peaceful about the steady rise and fall of the other man's chest. Grimmjow closed his eyes and sleepily nuzzled against his superior's warm skin. Nnoitra unconsciously tightened his arms around Grimmjow.
***
Another pointless meeting. Grimmjow was tempted to ignore the order—to head out into the desert for a killing rampage against some lesser hollows. Or maybe take his Fracción and go spar somewhere—somewhere far away from that dull meeting hall and Aizen. But he understood what the consequences would be. He wasn't exactly on Aizen's good side anyway, he didn't need to take unnecessary risks. It was in his best interest to show up, sit quietly, agree with every god damn word that came out of that pompous prick's mouth, and then leave peacefully. After all, being bored for a few hours was better than being reduced in rank or tortured. But holy shit, those few hours could drag on. With the way Aizen's boring voice seemed to echo throughout the enormous chamber, Grimmjow was surprised that Starrk always managed to stay awake for the duration of the meetings. Maybe the tea was caffeinated? Maybe he should actually try it today. How did Aaroniero drink the stuff? Did Aizen know how to read tea leaves? Maybe he examined all of their cups after they left. In that case, he would be sure not to drink anything.
He was lost in thought as he turned down the next corridor and nearly bumped into the petite, green-eyed Espada.
"Grimmjow," Ulquiorra stated. For a voice so devoid of emotions, those two syllables packed a lot of venom.
"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow replied coolly.
They walked in silence to the meeting hall. Grimmjow remained a few paces behind Ulquiorra so he could admire the more powerful Espada. He didn't look that strong. Grimmjow was still convinced he could beat Ulquiorra in an all-out fight, but he knew the fourth Espada would never agree to that. He walked so gracefully. Grimmjow found his gaze lingering on the softly swaying hips. His eyes traveled up the slender back to the sleek, gorgeous black hair and the white helmet-like mask. Then back to the hips. The billowing cloak made it impossible to check out the cuatro's ass, but Grimmjow imagined it looked pretty nice.
Shit. He quickly looked to the ceiling, trying to ignore the blood that was rushing uncomfortably to his cock. He shifted his hands in his pockets, adjusting his hakama. The last thing he needed was to walk into the meeting with an obvious boner.
The other Espada were already seated when he and Ulquiorra arrived. Nnoitra grinned wickedly at him as he sat down next to Zommari. Grimmjow scowled back, crossing his legs. Ulquiorra sat stiffly across from him. The silence was deafening. Luckily they didn't have long to wait before Aizen swooped in with his lackeys. The tea was served and the meeting started.
Grimmjow immediately tuned out Aizen. He picked up the mug of tea and sniffed it delicately. It didn't smell terrible. But it was probably still too hot to drink comfortably. He'd let it cool. He tried to glance at Aaroniero out of the corner of his eye to see if and how that creepy fucker managed to drink the tea, but that would involve turning his head. He didn't want to look inattentive. At least not yet. Aizen droned on. Grimmjow flicked his eyes to Tosen and then immediately back to his steaming mug. Even though he knew the bastard couldn't see, Grimmjow always felt that the former Shinigami was glaring at him. Feigning an interest in whatever Aizen was saying, Grimmjow picked up the mug and sipped the tea. He frowned at the bitter taste.
Several minutes later, he realized he had completely zoned out. He tried, for appearances' sake, to focus on the meeting. He glanced at the small Espada across from him. Ulquiorra's unblinking gaze was obediently fixed on Aizen. Brown-noser. Starrk was awake. His eyes weren't even half-closed. How the hell does he do it? Grimmjow flicked his eyes to Nnoitra, meeting the fifth Espada's gaze. Nnoitra grinned and narrowed his eye. He was probably thinking about the previous night and Grimmjow found himself doing the same. At least until he started growing hard again. Then he tried to refocus on the meeting.
After another agonizing hour, Aizen finally allowed them to leave—all except Ulquiorra. Aizen wanted to have a word with the striking—no!—sniveling little bitch following the meeting. Grimmjow scoffed. The other nine made their way to the door. Zommari and Szayel pretty much disappeared. Grimmjow walked into the hall, silently wondering at the way his two subordinates had managed to get out of there ahead of everyone else, when a sudden rough shove sent him crashing through a wall. Pain flared in his right shoulder. When the dust thinned, he had a brief glimpse of Nnoitra grinning at him evilly before the taller man rounded the corner. What the fuck? Grimmjow frowned, standing and dusting himself off. He clambered through the hole in the wall. Starrk, Baraggan, and Harribel didn't even spare him a glance as they exited the meeting hall. Yammy raised an eyebrow at him as he passed. Grimmjow couldn't tell if Aaroniero was looking at him. What the hell was Nnoitra's problem? Grimmjow was about to return to his quarters (or maybe find Nnoitra and beat the shit out of him) when he heard another set of footsteps. Ulquiorra slowly made his way through the door, looking disdainfully at Grimmjow as the heavy doors closed behind him.
"Trash," he muttered.
In a flash, Grimmjow grabbed Ulquiorra's jacket and slammed the smaller Espada against the opposite wall. Ulquiorra's stoic expression didn't even falter.
"What did you say?" Grimmjow growled.
"You heard me, Grimmjow," the cuatro stated evenly. "You are trash."
Grimmjow looked into those deep, emotionless, green eyes. This certainly wasn't the first time Ulquiorra had called him trash. But it still fucking pissed him off. As much as he lusted after the fourth Espada, right now he wanted more than anything to pound that little bastard's head into the wall. Grimmjow could hear his own harsh breathing. That was no good. Yes, he wanted Ulquiorra. He needed to convince Ulquiorra to want him in return. Pounding the man's head into the wall would not help him achieve that goal. He sucked in a deep breath and forced the muscles in his hand to unclench, releasing his superior.
He quickly dropped his arm to his side and looked away from the small Espada. His gut churned as he felt Ulquiorra's gaze lingering on him. Neither of them spoke. After a few awkward moments, the silence was broken by quiet retreating footsteps. He let the cuatro walk away. He hadn't realized how tense he was until the footfalls were out of earshot and he allowed himself to relax. That had taken a lot of effort.
The heavy doors of the meeting room creaked open. Aizen, Gin, and Tosen stopped dead in their tracks. Aizen and Gin looked from Grimmjow to the hole in the wall and back to Grimmjow. Tosen's sightless eyes seemed to bore a hole through the sexta's head.
"Grimmjow," Aizen said lightly, "did you need something?"
Grimmjow scowled darkly. "No." He shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed down the corridor. He needed to go kill something. The sooner the better.
***
Several hours later, Nnoitra woke up when his door slammed open with a loud bang. He didn't stir. He could smell the blood and feel the waves of spiritual pressure radiating from the other Espada. He grinned when he heard the door shut softly. How considerate. So Grimmjow thought he was asleep.
He heard the rustle of fabric and the soft padding of footsteps. He cracked his eye open to see a faint shape heading towards the bathroom, haphazardly littering the floor with tattered, bloody clothes. So much for being considerate. Oh well. Tesla would probably jump at the opportunity to clean the place in the morning. The silence was broken by a sharp screech of a turning faucet and the steady sound of running water. Nnoitra closed his eye. The rhythmic sounds of water began to lull him back to sleep.
The mattress dipped. Nnoitra sighed, suddenly wide awake again, and rolled over to face Grimmjow. Who obviously hadn't bothered to dry himself off. Water dripped from his hair onto the pillow. And trickled slowly down the firm muscles of his chest and abs. Nnoitra's cock twitched.
"What the fuck's wrong with your bed?" The quinto asked even as he wrapped his arms loosely around Grimmjow's slick shoulders.
"It's broken," the sexta said gruffly, running his hands roughly up Nnoitra's back.
They silently groped each other for a few moments. Then Nnoitra leered at him. "So does that mean things went well with Ulquiorra?"
Grimmjow stiffened. "That's none of your fuckin' business." Nnoitra snickered and ran his long tongue along the shell of his subordinate's ear. Grimmjow shuddered, and Nnoitra pulled the other man's wet body even closer to his own. Their lips met in a forceful kiss, which grew more and more passionate over the course of several minutes.
Nnoitra knew that things hadn't gone well with Ulquiorra. He would have sensed the quatro's lingering spiritual pressure the moment Grimmjow entered the room. Or sensed the spikes of energy during the act itself. After all, Ulquiorra's quarters weren't that far from his own. It was just so much fun to push the sexta's buttons. He was more entertaining when he was riled up. Nnoitra moaned softly when Grimmjow sank his sharp teeth into his lower lip. Besides, if Grimmjow had just fucked Ulquiorra, he wouldn't be currently grinding his rock hard cock against Nnoitra's.
The fifth Espada reached past Grimmjow, fumbling for the lube on the table. He hastily coated three fingers in the cool substance, nearly dropping the container when Grimmjow's tongue delved into his mouth. Someone was feeling aggressive tonight. He pressed his palm firmly below Grimmjow's hollow hole, holding the smaller man's body against his own and allowing the sexta to dominate the kiss. He rubbed his tongue gently against his subordinate's, savoring the harsh pants and almost inaudible moans. He cracked his eye open to see the expression on Grimmjow's face as he gently began stroking the smaller Espada's entrance with a slender, lubed finger. The other man instinctively shifted away from the probing digit, rubbing his body against his superior's. Bright blue eyes flew open when Nnoitra quickly pushed the finger inside. Grimmjow broke the kiss, gasping as the quinto wiggled a second finger inside and began to stretch him. When the smaller man tossed his head back, Nnoitra began lightly nipping and sucking on the other Espada's exposed neck. A few marks wouldn't be a bad thing. He gently worked a third finger into his subordinate's tight passage, eliciting a strained moan. Grimmjow squirmed uncomfortably and Nnoitra carefully curled his long fingers, trying to find that one spot. Grimmjow tensed and cried out. Nnoitra lightly pressed his lips against his subordinate's throat one last time as he stilled his fingers. After a few seconds, he began rubbing his fingertips against the weaker Espada's prostate, watching the changing expressions on the other man's face. Grimmjow's cheeks reddened as the touches grew more insistent; Nnoitra grinned as he felt his subordinate's fingers dig roughly into his back. When Grimmjow began rocking his hips back against those sinfully probing digits, Nnoitra promptly withdrew. He connected their lips, muffling the smaller man's sudden groan of frustration. Without breaking the kiss, he pressed Grimmjow's back against the mattress and reached again for the lube.
His eye flew open when Grimmjow tore the small bottle out of his grasp. He pulled back from the kiss, frowning slightly. If the other man really wanted it rough, he'd be more than happy to oblige. His brain was slow to process the sight of Grimmjow squeezing the slippery fluid onto his palm and then tossing the empty bottle aside. Their eyes locked. Nnoitra was about to open his mouth to ask what the fuck Grimmjow was doing when a slick hand wrapped around his neglected erection. He couldn't see for over a minute. White flashes obscured his already limited vision as the hand slid deliberately up and down his aching length. When Grimmjow's thumb began swirling the lube agonizingly slowly around the head of his cock, Nnoitra buried his face into the pillow next to the sexta's head, trying to muffle the heated moans. There was something incredibly sexy about the way the weaker Espada had taken control like that. He didn't look up until the hand had fallen away from his erection. When his vision returned, Grimmjow was grinning at him. Nnoitra wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug expression off his subordinate's face.
And he did—when he seated himself inside the smaller Espada in one sharp thrust. Grimmjow hissed in discomfort, but Nnoitra quickly found his prostate again and began pummeling it.
"Oh, fuck!" Grimmjow thrashed under him, spreading his legs a little farther apart and allowing for deeper penetration. Just listening to the smaller man's moans of ecstasy was pushing Nnoitra close to the edge—not to mention the tight, hot muscles gripping his almost painfully hard cock. Nnoitra slipped his left arm beneath Grimmjow's shoulders, leaning down to engage his subordinate in sloppy kiss. Grimmjow's arms wrapped instinctively around his neck. The quinto hastily slipped his right hand around his subordinate's erection. He was startled by the other man's strangled cry, just now realizing that he had been ignoring the weaker Espada's dick since they started. Shit. He knew neither of them could last much longer. He picked up the pace of his thrusts and began jerking Grimmjow's sensitive cock with as much rhythm as he could manage.
Grimmjow broke the kiss, tossing his head back. "FUCK!" Nnoitra jerked faster. "Nnnnnghh! Fuck! Fuck, Nnoitra!" Grimmjow came violently on their stomachs. Nnoitra barely outlasted him, struggling not to collapse as he came deep inside his subordinate.
For several minutes, they just lay there, panting. Grimmjow ran his fingers tiredly through Nnoitra's soft hair. Nnoitra looked into Grimmjow's pleasure-clouded eyes. He connected their lips in a slow, soft kiss as he pulled out. He knew he should get a towel for cleanup. But that would involve moving. Grimmjow seemed to be thinking along the same lines; he grabbed the sheet and hastily wiped their stomachs. Nnoitra tossed the sheet to the floor next to Grimmjow's bloody clothes. He'd just let Tesla take care of everything in the morning.
When Nnoitra glanced at Grimmjow, the other Espada was already drifting off. His head rested limply on Nnoitra's shoulder. The quinto gently wrapped his arms around his subordinate's shoulders and pulled the smaller man's body against his own. For warmth. Now that the sheets were unusable, they were likely to get cold during the night. That made sense. Nnoitra found himself looking at the sexta's face. The smaller man looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Nnoitra felt more exhausted by the second as he gazed at the weaker Espada's relaxed face and listened to his steady breathing. He closed his eye and quickly succumbed to sleep—mercifully unaware of the way he unconsciously held Grimmjow a little closer.
I couldn't decide if this chapter should be smut or plot, so I tried to do a little of both. The plot is still kind of iffy at the moment.
Let me know how I'm doing!
