A/N: Read no further Hiddenxshadow! I shall not be the one to taint your innocence! But seriously dont read this one, its crap. You dont even like lemons.

Chapter 3

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The portal closed and Ulquiorra found himself back in the Hueco Mundo with the light of the eternal moon glaring down upon him. The walls of Las Noches stood in front of him and the grains of the desert sand shifted under his feet as he began to walk. A tall shadow fell over his path.

"Welcome back," sneered the voiced behind him. Ulquiorra did not turn around. He simply stopped and waited patiently.

"Nnoitora…" Ulquiorra acknowledged.

"Where have you been for the past few days?"

"I don't believe that's any of your business."

"Hn, oh really? Out there enjoying what is forbidden to the rest of us?"

"And if I have?" Ulquiorra heard Nnoitora take a few steps forward. His hand twitched on the hilt of his sword when he felt the taller man breathing down his neck.

"You don't smell like it," said Nnoitora. He leaned in closer so that he was speaking right into Ulquiorra's ear. "Why not have a go with me?"

Ulquiorra shrugged him off and continued up the marble staircase. Using sonido, Nnoitora reappeared in front of Ulquiorra, his giant scythe blocking the large doors.

"Stand aside," said Ulquiorra, "I've already chosen my mate."

"I can't do that," responded Nnoitora, licking his lips, "As long as you have no one's scent on you, I'm afraid you're free for the taking."

"Then let us fight. I'll make sure to remind you of your place, number five."

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It was a few hours before the fifth espada was conscious again. He opened his eyes slowly, blood clouding his vision, and eased himself into a sitting position.

As he sat there, seething and regenerating, he was joined by a familiar presence.

"And just what the hell are you looking at, Szayel?" Nnoitora managed to growl. The eighth espada merely chuckled.

"Aizen said there had been a bit of a scuffle. Naturally, I was sent to pick up the pieces. Now, what sort of injuries have you sustained?" the pink-haired man asked as he pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.

"That goddamn bitch! When I get my hands on him-"

"But you won't," Szayel interrupted, "Please, Nnoitora. No one just 'gets their hands' on Ulquiorra. I would have thought you'd have learned that by now." Nnoitora angrily pounded his fist into the sand. "No, no," continued Szayel, turning his back to his comrade and pulling a vile of unknown liquid from his person, "An operation such as this requires a bit more…" he held the vile up to the moonlight, "finesse."

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Szayel nearly giggled with excitement as his eyes glanced over the exquisite specimen upon his table.

"This isn't necessary," commented Ulquiorra in his monotone voice.

"Sure it is," responded Szayel. He looked over his instruments and back to Ulquiorra. "We all just want to make sure that you're in good health for the pregnancy. You wouldn't want to disappoint Aizen now, would you?"

Ulquiorra sighed and removed his shirt. Szayel's eyes traveled over his lithe frame and he held back a shudder. "Lie down," commanded Szayel. Ulquiorra complied, his green orbs following his fellow espada's hands closely. He hissed when those cold fingers made contact with his bare skin. Dexterous hands ghosted over his chest, hovering just for a moment above his hardened nipples, and causing Ulquiorra's breath to catch in his throat. He relaxed slightly when those fingers began to massage his lower abdomen. It wasn't until the scientist's hands began to explore lower that Ulquiorra finally became fed up.

"Enough," he growled, "I'm having trouble believing that your interests are purely academic."

Szayel removed his hands in an attempt to placate the fourth espada, but otherwise ignored him. "I'm going to perform a few tests now." He turned back to the counter and began rummaging through his drawers. "Oh and before I forget…" Ulquiorra suddenly felt a prick upon his arm and looked up to see a nasty grin appear on his doctor's face.

"What-" began Ulquiorra.

"A mild sedative," Szayel answered.

Ulquiorra pushed him away with such force that it sent the Szayel flying into his cart of instruments. Ulquiorra stood up and ripped the syringe from his arm.

"I should have known," he spat as he headed out the door. Outside, he found himself face to face with Nnoitora.

"Going somewhere?" he sneered. Ulquiorra's eyes widened in realization. He used sonido to escape and came upon a large room with a false ceiling. Somehow, Nnoitora had gotten in front of him and stood blocking the exit. Turning around, Ulquiorra noticed Szayel had come up from behind.

Ulquiorra held his head as his vision began to swim before his eyes. He regained focus only to watch Nnoitora's fist collide with his face. The next blows he was only able to block. It seemed that his reaction time had become impaired. Every move that Nnoitora made, Ulquiorra noticed a second too late.

The fourth espada reached for his sword. He could still release. It was against the rules for Ulquiorra to release within the walls of Las Noches but what other choice did he have at this point?

"Well, well, what do we have here?" came an amused voice. Three sets of eyes turned to see the sixth espada make his entrance. "An unfair fight?" guessed Grimmjow, cracking his knuckles loudly, "It must be my lucky day,"

"Don't jump to conclusions," said Szayel.

"Jump to conclusions? It must be an unfair fight if you're involved," replied Grimmjow, "So whose ass are we ganking today?" his blue eyes flickered over to a rather defeated-looking Ulquiorra. "Ah, now there's something you don't see often…"

"Beat it!" snarled Nnoitora

"This does not concern you, Grimmjow," said Szayel.

Grimmjow's eyes had not left Ulquiorra. He stared back with an unreadable expression. Despite the fourth espada's hardened look, Grimmjow could not help but notice his cloudy eyes and how he swayed slightly on his feet. The man had obviously been given some sort of drug. Grimmjow strode purposefully over to Ulquiorra, casually throwing an arm around the smaller espada's shoulders.

"I'm afraid anything that concerns my mate, concerns me as well," answered Grimmjow evenly.

"Oh my. Your mate?" asked Szayel skeptically while Nnoitora narrowed his eyes dangerously, both of them waiting for Ulquiorra's reaction.

Ulquiorra, who had been rigid in the Sexta's embrace, suddenly softened, resting his body against Grimmjow's hard frame and smirking victoriously at Szayel and Nnoitora.

"Trash…" was all he said.

The two offending espada hissed at the insult. Grimmjow's hand moved to his sword, stopping the other two in their tracks. Nnoitora and Ulquiorra were forbidden from releasing, but Grimmjow and Szayel were not. With a clear mind about just who would win this fight, Nnoitora and Szayel sulked away.

"You owe me one," Grimmjow huffed as he shoved Ulquiorra away from him. The fourth espada was suddenly furious.

"I did not ask for your help, Grimmjow." he spoke in a deadly voice. He grabbed the sixth by his collar and brought him down to his height. "It is your fault I was caught in such a situation to begin with. The least you can do is make sure it doesn't happen again."

Grimmjow only stared at him, confused. Really, must he spell it out for the oaf? Ulquiorra brought their lips together with bruising ferocity. Grimmjow suddenly backed away, scowling.

"You are my enemy!"

"Which is why you will never get a chance like this again. Now for once, do what you are told and mate me!"

Grimmjow balled his fists at his sides. His eyes darkened. Then he approached his superior again, getting close enough so that Ulquiorra was forced to look up at him.

"Mating is for lovers," Grimmjow hissed, "Because you insist, and because nature wills it, I will fuck you. You're smug, and you're naïve but goddamn I will be the one to crush your little dreams and show you what fucking is really like. And then...then you will be sorry you ever chose me in the first place."

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Ulquiorra dared to close his eyes. Only for a moment. The sedative Szayel had given him earlier was stronger than anticipated. How badly he wanted to just sleep.

Grimmjow slapped him, hard.

"I'm not through with you yet." He entered the body below him once again. Ulquiorra winced in pain, his mouth falling open in a soundless curse. He thrashed and twisted beneath Grimmjows weight seeking some relief as Grimmjow's cock penetrated him mercilessly. "Keep your damn legs open," the sixth growled. Blood and other fluids dripped slowly onto the white sheets.

Ulquiorra had kept silent the entire time. True to his word, Grimmjow had made every touch painfull, but Ulquiorra refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. This wasn't what Ulquiorra had been expecting at all. Perhaps he had made the wrong choice after all. It wasn't long before Ulquiorra's body began to betray him.

"Crying Ulquiorra? Crying for Aizen to come save you?" Grimjow said breathlessly. What the hell was he talking about? Ulquiorra reached up to his own face and felt the wetness on his cheeks. Tears? How could this be? The fourth espada did not cry.

Explanations and witty remarks were lost to Ulquiorra as Grimmjow suddenly took his limp cock in his hand and began stroking it to hardness.

"What are you doing...Sexta?" Ulquiorra panted, color spreading across his face. Yes, that felt quite good, better than with his own hand. He lifted his hips, thrusting into Grimmjow's hand. He immediately regretted it, as the movement forced Grimmjow's cock deeper into his body. In his mind, the pleasurable feelings battled against the painful ones for dominance. Grimmjow began his thrusting anew and at the same time kept his hand working Ulquiorra.

"Ngh,"came the small sound from Ulquiorra's mouth. He could feel the pressure building in him and suddenly Grimmjow's cock did not seem so intrusive anymore. In fact, it was quite pleasant.

And then it was over. Grimmjow stilled once again and filled Ulquiorra with his seed. Ulquiorra quickly hid the disappointment from his face, but he was sure Grimmjow had seen it.

"Finish me!" commanded Ulquiorra.

"Sorry. Not in the job description."

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A/N: Hiddenxshadow! what did i tell you about reading this story! I've got crops and whips, dont think i wont use them on you.

Anyway, feel free to correct me if im wrong, but im assuming that Ulquiorra was one of the espadas that Aizen created (it would certainly explain his loyalty to Aizen) and that would make him...what? No older than a year? Whereas Grimmjow has spent who knows how many years evolving. Its only natural that Grimmjow would be far more experienced in matters such as sex. That is how I justify making Ulquiorra uke.

If you wish to see another chapter before your death then review damnit! Im not guaranteeing it'll happen but it will certainly help.