Toweling himself off, Grimmjow made his way to his room, in order to get dressed. Towel wrapped loosely around his slim hips, he opened his wardrobe, and then hung his head in surrender. Next to his selection of usual white hakamas and mid-torso jackets were maternity clothes.

You could hear Grimmjow snap. With a snarl, he snatched out his regular clothing, throwing them on the bed, whipping around, then unleashing a number of ceros into his poor closet.

Panting heavily, Grimmjow stomped over to his desk, uncaring that he lost his towel in his rage, and began to write.

March 11

Aizen can SUCK MY DICK.

Slamming his diary closed and throwing his pen across the room, Grimmjow held his head in his hands, taking deep, calming breaths.

Standing on slightly trembling legs, he moved to get dressed and start the day. He had to find himself a mate, he seethed silently.

Adapting his normally nonchalant, 'I-don't-give-a-flying-fuck-in-space' attitude, he sauntered into the halls of Los Noches, thinking that a quiet walk would help him gather his thoughts.

It wasn't a matter of finding someone he liked here in Hueco Mundo, more of someone he didn't absolutely despise.

Ulquiorra was out of the question; just being in the same room with the bastard made Grimmjow want to stab his own eyeballs out. Nnoitra was another no as well as Szayel, seeing as they were both freaks, and he was fairly sure they were already screwing each other. Zommari was a weird ass fucker that Grimmjow just didn't want to deal with, Barraggan was probably too old to even get it up, and Aaroniero was actually two shriveled heads in a tank of whatever the fuck that was and there was no way Grimmjow was going to mate with… that. Yammy was a giant bag of douche that Grimmjow wanted to punch in the face at least 5 times a day, if not more and Harribel was a complete bitch with a her PMS switch permanently flipped to 'on', so even if Grimmjow was allowed to mate with her, he wouldn't.

That left one person, and oddly, he found himself okay with the decision, which in turn made him angry at himself for being 'okay' with such a thing.

His gait picked up a bit and he strode into what Aizen liked to call the 'Living Room', where the one person he was looking for was happily snoozing on his side, curled up on the couch pillows that were scattered all over the floor.

Looking around, he noticed the place was deserted, which suited his tastes perfectly.

Pulling his leg as far back as it would reach, he then brought it forward with enough force to send a normal person flying at 100 miles an hour straight into the stomach of his future mate.

But of course, he didn't go flying at 100 mph; instead he just grunted quietly and rolled onto his back, cracking his eyes open slightly to see who stirred him from his beloved slumber.

Smokey gray met piercing blue.

The grey eyes widened in understanding.

Starrk began, " Do you-"

"Yes." Grimmjow cut him off.

Standing and yawning, he stretched towards the ceiling, reveling in the feeling of his vertebrae popping into place.

"Give me a minute; I'm supposed to go see Szayel."

"Hurry the fuck up. I haven't got all damn day." was the grumbled response he received from Grimmjow as he decided to burn holes in the carpet.

Sighing and scratching the back of his head, Starrk asked, "Would you like to come with me?"

"Fuck n-" It was Grimmjow's turn to be cut off as his eyes met Starrk's and he felt a warm hand grasp his. "Please?"

"…Fine…" He mumbled in response.

Starrk swears to this day that as he turned and headed for Szayel's lab, hand in hand with his mate, he saw a light pink tint brush over Grimmjow's cheeks and nose.

xxxxxx

"Well, well, well. This certainly is unexpected." Szayel smirked as he flipped his bubblegum pink hair. "Your child should be one of very high power, considering you chose the Primera to be you child's sire. That is why you chose him, correct? For his power?"

"Just hurry the fuck up!" Grimmjow snarled.

Szayel's tinkling laugh rang through his lab. "Impatient aren't we?"

Still laughing, Szayel handed Starrk a small pink gift bag that was lined with lace and covered in glitter.

"For the happy couple, yes? Now go and do what you must. Oh, and Grimmjow? Once you have finished, I would like to see you in my lab, to confirm whether or not it was a success. And after that, every two weeks, you will visit me for a routine check up, is that clear? Good. Now leave." Szayel shooed a still growling Grimmjow and slightly confused Starrk out of his laboratory, before grabbing a bag of human popcorn and settling in front of the monitors that showed him Grimmjow's room. Oooh, he was so excited!

xxxxxx

The walk to his room was far shorter than Grimmjow wished it was, and it was filled with sideways glances from Starrk and slight brushing of their hands, putting Grimmjow on edge.

Coming to the giant double doors with a large gothic six on the front, Grimmjow rested his hand on the silver handle, and hesitated. Doubt began to fill his mind, fear and anger clouding his thoughts as well.

There was no way he could do this! It was so humiliating, so degrading!

A gloved hand rested on top of his, and a set of warm lips found the back of his neck, causing him to recoil almost violently as he snatched his hand back and hunched forward in order to escape the feel of those soft lips. Grimmjow slowly turned and his face was set aflame by the lust he could see in his now significant other's eyes.

"I just want you to know that I am very much alright with this. In fact, I am glad you chose me to be your mate."

Grimmjow tried to will away his blush and set his face in a scowl trying to show how unhappy he was with the situation, but Starrk saw through it. Gripping Grimmjow's shoulder and turning his body so he faced Starrk, he trapped his mate between himself and the door, and let their lips brush, then connect in a chaste kiss.

Grimmjow's bright blue eyes widened in disbelief and shock as the simple lip touch sent a jolt of electricity shooting through his body. Starrk pulled away, steel grey eyes searched his face for an emotion other than shock, and when the blush Grimmjow once wore came back full force, he smiled, and went in for a deeper kiss.

He pulled Grimmjow into a tight embrace as his tongue asked for entrance that was given, but somewhat reluctantly. Starrk began to kiss harder, to delve deeper into Grimmjow's moist cavern that tasted of mint toothpaste with a sweet undertone. Grimmjow's tongue finally came out to play with some coaxing, and Starrk gave a quiet moan their tongues brushed lazily against each other. Grimmjow's arms slipped under Starrk's and began to run up and down his back, causing Starrk to moan quietly once more.

The need for air surfaced and they broke apart, Starrk had a lazy smile on his face, while Grimmjow's eyes cast downward and he bit his lip, gnawing on it in a nervous manner.

Starrk bent to pick up the pink bag Szayel had given then and finally pushed his mate through the door. He surveyed the room and took note of the microscopic cameras set up everywhere. Did Grimmjow know they were there? He doubted it, seeing as Grimmjow would probably murder anyone who tried to spy on his private life. Focusing his spirit pressure, he sent small spurts of it at each of the tiny video cameras and listened as each one broke with a barely audible pop.

xxxxxx

Szayel screamed in frustration as one by one his monitors became static. Did that idiot have any idea how long it took him to make those and put them in place?

Sighing and pushing his glasses back into place, he moved to start making more cameras. Ones that wouldn't break under spiritual pressure. And this time, he'd add night vision. Smirking to himself, he started to work.

xxxxxx

Grimmjow was nervous. And he didn't like being nervous. So he tried to settle for an emotion he preferred and was good at. Anger.

"The fuck're you looking at?" Grimmjow bit out, and feeling the tugs of guilt when he saw Starrk's slightly hurt expression.

"Sorry, just… Taking in the environment. Shall we get started?" Starrk opened the pink bag and pulled out two cylindrical items wrapped in tissue paper. Walking over to Grimmjow's enormous bed, he sat, and with nimble fingers unwrapped both items and held them in his hands.

Grimmjow, who had been standing almost as far away from Starrk as possible, cautiously made his way over, and peeked into his hands.

"What are they?"

"Well, one's a needle that says 'This will remove the kitty's claws' and the other is a bottle of what I believe to be lubricant that says 'Only hurt him if it turns him on winky face'."

Grimmjow was bristling, anger marring his face and a dark aura appearing around his body.

"That son of a bi-" Again, Grimmjow was cut off by Starrk, but this time it was because he had flash stepped behind him and injected the needle into the same place he had seen Szayel do it before. The result was instantaneous as Starrk felt Grimmjow sag against him as he lost consciousness for the second time that day.

Starrk, unsure of what to do now, picked him up and placed him on the bed. As he was about to crawl into bed next to Grimmjow and maybe take a nap, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, soul sucking kiss. Grimmjow immediately thrust his tongue into Starrk's mouth, trying to taste everything at once. Starrk still in mild shock braced his weight on his elbows next to Grimmjow's head, and tentatively returned the kiss. Whining into Starrk's mouth, he pulled the larger man on top of him anxious for more touching. Pleasure was crashing through his system and he moaned as Starrk settled himself between his powerful, long legs.

Panting, the sixth Espada pulled away and began to practically tear the clothes off Starrk's gorgeous body.

"Grimmjow, you need to calm down."

"No. I need you. Inside me, right now." Grimmjow replied with a heavy blush painted across his face, lips a bright, wet pink, and smoldering eyes struggling to stay open as each beat of his heart sent surges of heat through his body, Starrk couldn't have stopped himself from becoming rock hard even if he wanted to.

Grimmjow pulled Starrk closer by wrapping his legs around his waist and grinding his hips roughly against his. God, Grimmjow wanted release so bad, his erection hot and aching between his legs.

Starrk took note of the need in Grimmjow's eyes and began to bite and suckle at his neck as they ground their hips together to get more of that delicious friction.

Grimmjow shoved Starrk off him and sat up, yanking off his own jacket. Then he grabbed Starrk's hand, licking his way up the glove and nipping at the nips, before grasping the cloth a top the middle finger between his teeth, and locking eyes with Starrk as he pulled the glove off.

Speechless at the seductive display, Starrk didn't register what was happening until Grimmjow had pushed him into a sitting position and had pulled his engorged member out of his pants.

The rough hand felt heavenly against his heated flesh, and when Grimmjow leaned down and began to suck the head of his member into his hot, wet mouth, the feeling increased tenfold.

"Hmmm, G-Grimmjow!" Starrk attempted to keep his voice down as he grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut, but with the molten tongue playing on the underside of his dick and cute pink lips wrapped around the shaft as his head bobbed up and down kept him from doing so. Starrk opened one eye to find Grimmjow's watery blue eyes staring at him, lust swirling in their depths.

Groaning as Grimmjow took him deeper into his scorching mouth, running his hands up and down Starrk's thighs, he leaned back, hand blindly searching the bed for the lubricant. Grimmjow chose the moment his hand closed around the bottle to deep throat him and swallow, his throat muscles constricting around him, and he cried out.

Starrk didn't like the fact that Grimmjow took control of him so easily, so he took the lubricant and poured it on three fingers. The substance tingled, and then began to heat up as well.

There must be an aphrodisiac in it or something, Starrk though as he trailed his fingers down Grimmjow's back, drawing slow, sensual circles, until he reached the bluenet's entrance under his hakama.

Pressing the pad of his middle finger against it earned him a low muffled moan that caused Starrk to almost lose himself.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed his middle finger in, and then pulled it out, before quickly thrusting it in alongside his pointer finger, reveling in the sound and feel of Grimmjow's muffled cries of pleasure. He continued to piston his fingers in and out before adding a third into Grimmjow's tight, silky heat, the aphrodisiac and lubricant making it so hot and went, Starrk's mouth began to water at the thought of pushing into its depths.

Starrk yanked his fingers out of Grimmjow before pulling that sinful mouth off his member earning him a whine. Pushing Grimmjow on to his back, he claimed his mouth once more, allowing their tongues to intertwine before he pulled off Grimmjow's socks and hakama.

Kissing and licking his way back up the gorgeous legs presented to him, he listened to Grimmjow's heaving pants and moans.

"Staaaaarrk! Please!" He begged, grabbing a fistful of soft, luscious chestnut hair and bringing their mouths together again. Starrk released his mouth and shoved his face into Grimmjow's neck as his left hand gripped behind his knee and the other gripped a firm cheek, spreading him as he slowly pushed the head of his throbbing erection in. The keening whine he received in response made Starrk snap.

Biting hard into the thick tendon of Grimmjow's neck, he thrust his large erection into the sexta's tight, burning depths. Grimmjow cried out in pain and pleasure as Starrk bit hard enough to draw blood that he eagerly lapped at and sucked, trying to keep Grimmjow's mind off the pain in his backside.

"Haaa, fuuuuck! Starrk, move, please!" Grimmjow clawed at the well muscled back above him. Hooking both legs onto his elbows, Starrk sat back a bit to survey the sight before him.

Sky blue hair was more disheveled than usual, normally bright eyes were as dark as midnight and an almost magenta blush had enveloped his beloved's cheeks and kiss bruised lips were parted, panting heavily. All together, the most fuckable thing, Starrk had ever beheld.

Pulling out of till only the head of his huge member remained, Starrk quickly thrust back in, and continued to piston in and out of him at a fast, hard pace.

Grimmjow's loud moans were interrupted by the force of each thrust and the sound of skin slapping against skin. But Starrk new that he was missing something, that elusive spot, he had always heard about but never had the chance to find. So he shifted his angle, allowing him to go deeper, and he almost stopped in fear of having his dick ripped off Grimmjow was clenching around him so tight, but he couldn't because by the sweet gods did it feel good.

"HAAAAAHN! FUCK STAAARRK! DO IT AGAIN!" So Starrk did, pounding him relentlessly into the mattress, hitting his prostate with deadly accuracy. The heat was overwhelming them, both almost reaching their limit, when Starrk let go of Grimmjow's leg in favor of pumping his leaking erection. That extra touch sent them both toppling over the edge as waves of pleasure crashed through them.

"STAAAAARRK!" Grimmjow's screamed as he copious amounts of cum exploded out of him, splattering on his chest, and a few stray drops hitting his cheek and chin.

"Grimm…Jow!" Starrk grunted as he thrust into the inconceivably tight heat one last time, cumming as deep inside his mate as possible, filling him to the brim with his semen.

Starrk looked down at his perfectly debauched lover as he pulled out, noticing the slight wince and intake of breath as he did so.

He wanted to do nothing more than fall asleep, but they really needed to clean the aftermath of their love making off.

Sighing, he picked up a still delirious Grimmjow, hooking his legs behind his back and interlocking his hands underneath his bum and carried him to the washroom, smiling when the arms around him tightened and a pointed nose found a somewhat ticklish spot on his neck Chuckling, he stepped into the wash room and let Grimmjow down and turned on the shower. Deeming the water to be suitable for his mate, he grabbed his hand and pulled him into the soothing spray.

Grimmjow's already tired eyes, slipped closed as Starrk massaged and washed his exhausted body.

A quiet groan escaped Grimmjow's throat when Starrk shut off the water and wrapped him in a fluffy towel and hugged him close, inhaling the fresh scent of his mate. The sixth Espada turned in his arms and wrapped the towel around him as well, giving him a chaste kiss, before promptly passing out.

Starrk chuckled and picked up his mate and tucked him in bed, quickly and quietly taking up his position behind him and pulling him to his chest, arms wrapped tight around his lover.

As he drifted off, he could hear and feel the rumblings of Grimmjow purring, and was enveloped in sweet darkness with a very content smile.

So? How is everyone? Been a while, yeah? Well sorry! I had shit ta do! (lolz jk, im just scooper dooper lazy) Enjoying this so far? There's a bit of angsty-ness in here too, but hey, its all part of the story.

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