A/N: A new awesome chapter! I was requested for the kitchen scene so I whipped this one up for yalls! I hope you all enjoy!

WARNING!: contains yaoi. Male sex. Offensive use of food.

DISCLAIMER: still dont own it!

Several days passed slowly. Ulquiorra still refused to come out of his room ever since Grimmjow had left in a huff after being punched out of bed. The only times he ever left were to retrieve the food Grimmjow put outside his room or to use the restroom, both which he did when Grimmjow wasn't around. Otherwise the day stayed locked at all times. His body ached terribly for about 2 days but after that it turned into a dull ache before fading completely by the fourth day. After a week Ulquiorra figured it was ok for him to finally come out of his room.

Slowly he opened the door and peaked out, looking for Grimmjow as he always did. It was silent in the hallway and he couldn't hear any commotion downstairs either so he silently stepped out of the room, leaving the door ajar just in case he needed quick cover. He'd lost his clothes the first day so he was wrapped in a sheet from the bed which he held tightly to his body. When he got down the stairs and into the living room he was greeted with the blinding morning sun. Grimmjow was no where in sight which calmed Ulquiorra farther.

As he looked around his eyes settled on the clean kitchen and he realized since Grimmjow wasnt here he didn't have any breakfast. He sighed and walked into the kitchen. In Hell he hadn't needed any sustenance. Even in Hueco Mundo he hadn't needed food but since losing most of his strength his body was reacting like a human's. The odd sensations he'd never felt before were always taking him by surprise and hunger was no different.

The kitchen was a foreign place to him as he stepped onto the cold, white tiles. Not really knowing what to look for he began pulling open random cupboards but shutting them after he couldn't recognize anything inside them. Finally he got to the fridge and pulled it open, not knowing what to expect and was greeted by the cold air. He shivered and looked around the shelves and drawers for anything that might resemble the food Grimmjow had been giving him. He'd had eggs and bacon and sausage and sandwiches but nothing looked like that in the fridge.

"Damn it Grimmjow." he mumbled and pulled out a bag full of something orange and shredded.

He quickly ripped it open and grabbed a bit to put into his mouth. Hm, it tasted good but not what he was looking for. He set that open onto the counter and continued rooting through the containers. On accident he pulled open the jug of milk too hard and managed to spill it all over himself and the floor. He gave a slight yelp at the cold, not expecting it to be so shocking but grudgingly remembered his human body was a lot weaker than his original body.

Soon he'd tasted almost everything in the jars. He'd come to the conclusion mayonnaise, mustard and butter were disgusting. He liked the pickles and jelly but only kind of liked the peanut butter. The fruits in there were good but he didn't like the vegetables as much. Finally he settled on to the ground with a bag of grapes and was munching on those expressionless when he heard a door open and close. He froze as he listened but relaxed when he realized it was just Grimmjow when he heard him give a loud sigh.

Grimmjow walked in through the front door after taking a walk outside. This babysitting he seemed to be doing had him restless and on edge. When he rid himself of his shoes he walked into the living room but froze when he realized there was a different scent in the air. Quickly he twisted around and stalked quietly towards the kitchen. What he found shocked him.

"Finally you're back. Make me some food." Ulquiorra demanded and held out the bag of grapes to Grimmjow.

Ulquiorra was sitting on the ground, legs crossed in front of him but he was an utter mess. There were remnants of food all over him but most prominent was the milk still dripping down his chest. Grimmjow's eyes followed a drip as it ran down his chest and across the planes of his abdomen before disappearing as it was soaked up into the messy sheet hung loosely around his waist.

"Don't you have more dignity than this?" Grimmjow asked as he took the grapes and set them aside, trying not to get too close in case he did something unwanted.

"No use having it at this point. There's nothing to hide in this human body." Ulquiorra said with a sigh and stood slowly.

Grimmjow sighed but had to agree with him. "Well let's get you all cleaned up. You can't walk around like that. You'll make everything a mess."

"Like you care. You destroyed an entire bedroom." Ulquiorra glared at him and swiped his hand through the mess on his chest.

He'd made more of a mess than he'd thought he had. Sighing he pulled the handle up on the sink faucet to turn on the water but instead of getting water from the spout a jet of water sprayed from the spray nozzle on the side sprayer. Surprised he jumped back, hands thrown up in defense, eyes widening. Grimmjow rushed over to his side and shut off the water.

He laughed as he looked at Ulquiorra covered in his absolute mess. "If you wanted to take a shower you could have just said so."

Ulquiorra glared at him harshly even though the absurd state he was in had Grimmjow only laughing harder. Instead of dignifying Grimmjow with a remark he just pulled on the sheet around his waist and used it to begin cleaning himself of his mess. Yet, today just wasn't his day. As he pulled on the sheet the tied end came loose, sagging around his thin waist. Quickly he grabbed it and held it close to him as he tried to tie it again.

"Damn it." he muttered under his breath and struggled with the messy cloth.

Grimmjow on the other hand was just standing there enjoying the accidental show Ulquiorra was putting on. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and settled his hands over Ulquiorra's.

"Now you're making an ass of yourself." Grimmjow laughed and tugged the sheet from his grasp.

Ulquiorra glared but had to hand over the sheet to him since he wasn't making any progress by himself. As Grimmjow's hands swept over his skin a few times he grimaced and looked away. The contact did nothing but remind him of what had happened a week ago and with his body fully healed he knew perfectly well that Grimmjow had no qualms with doing it again.

Grimmjow was thinking the same thing. It had been a week already and he'd only had his right hand to comfort him. Ulquiorra was healed by now and well...he was making the whole 'holding back' thing difficult. When he looked at Ulquiorra's face he noticed the look of concentration and new that this was definitely happening.

"Yup, this thing is too messy. Just take it off." he commanded and loosened it once more.

Ulquiorra threw his hands over Grimmjow's to still them and glared at him with his blank expression.

"You know, that glare of yours might work had you had powers to back it up, but you don't." Grimmjow taunted and tugged the cloth away from Ulquiorra's body.

As soon as the cold air hit his skin Ulquiorra backed away from Grimmjow, hitting the counter with his back. His messy body was displayed for Grimmjow to see and he couldn't help but remember the last time he'd been exposed like that. The ache the thoughts brought with them ran through his body as he remembered the intense pleasure he'd been made to have by those tan hands.

"You're remembering." Grimmjow laughed and leaned over Ulquiorra, trapping him by resting his arms on either side of him against the counter.

Ulquiorra didn't say anything. His human body obviously couldn't fight back, might as well endure until he could once again punch Grimmjow in the face. The thought brought satisfaction and once again faced the aroused eyes of the animal in front of him.

Seeing Ulquiorra's determined look, Grimmjow raised one eyebrow but grinned none the less. "Gonna fight are ya? No? Well then, just enjoy the ride."

Ulquiorra's eyes tightened at the first feel of Grimmjow's roaming hands. They swiped through the mess on his chest and wiped left over cheese off his cheek before lowering his mouth to his. There was nothing to do but melt into the skillful kiss. Ulquiorra resisted the push of his tongue at first but when Grimmjow gave a harsh pinch to one nipple his lips parted in a silent gasp. That hot tongue once again invaded his mouth, tasting him.

With a final swipe across his lips, Grimmjow pulled back and tilted Ulquiorra's chin back to reach his pale neck. A shiver ran through the body beneath him and he gripped his side harder, hips starting to grind forward as his erection began perking to attention. At the feel of the hardening bulge rubbing into his thigh, Ulquiorra lifted his leg, grinding it back, wanting this to be over quicker. Grimmjow took this as encouragement and trailed his hand down Ulquiorra's side, to hi ass cheek where he gripped and kneaded the supple flesh.

"You taste amazing." Grimmjow smirked as he lapped up some milk from Ulquiorra's warm skin.

"Shut up and get on with it." Ulquiorra commanded, keeping the panting from his voice.

"Aw, but you like it when I talk dirty." he taunted.

Ulquiorra's response was to reach down between them and grip him hard through his straining pants. Grimmjow's eyes widened slightly with pain but more with arousal.

"And you're a masochist." Ulquiorra retorted.

Grimmjow set his jaw and pulled back from him. Too rough for Ulquiorra's human state he spun him around and slammed his chest down onto the counter. The air left his lungs in a whoosh and he was left gasping as Grimmjow's hand began groping his ass.

Grimmjow reached beside them to the butter container spilled on the counter and ran his fingers through the slick substance. As Ulquiorra regained his breath he felt Grimmjow's slick fingers prodding as his asshole. Without missing a beat Grimmjow shoved his finger all the way up into Ulquiorra's ass, making him squirm beneath him.

"Now who's a masochist?" Grimmjow snarled as he reached around to grab at Ulquiorra's own erection.

There was no answer and Grimmjow let him go, satisfied at his silence. Slowly he began to move his finger inside of Ulquiorra's tight, sweet ass. The heat that surrounded his finger made his dick twitch at the thought of being buried balls deep within it. Slightly impatient now he began pushing and pulling his finger in and out. As soon as Ulquiorra's hips began moving back and forth with him he slowly added another finger. The muscles clenched briefly before loosening to accept the intrusion. It took even less time to add the third and final finger.

A sudden thought came unbidden to Grimmjow's mind and he leaned over Ulquiorra's back to whisper into his ear. "You know, one day, I'm going to fist fuck you. And you're going to love it."

Upon hearing the dirty, hot promise that bordered on a threat, Ulquiorra clenched violently as his dick jumped at the thought. Maybe he was a masochist... His thought was cut off as the fingers inside him moved. They curled up into the walls of his ass, pressing against the sensitive walls. Finally they curled forward and he thrust his entire ass backwards as his prostate was nailed. Feeling the reaction Grimmjow pressed harder into it, rubbing unrelentingly at the glorious bundle of nerves under his fingers.

"J-just do it!" Ulquiorra yelled back at him, barely able to contain his squirming under the onslaught of pleasure.

The fingers were quickly removed from within him. At first the discontent at the removal almost caused him to cry out to Grimmjow but at the last moment he bit his tongue and was relieved he had when he felt the hot tip of Grimmjow's dick pressing up against him. The tip caught on his skin since there wasn't enough lubrication to make it slide properly.

"G-grimmjow." Ulquiorra growled back at him, looking to the side at the container of butter he'd used earlier. "Butter."

Grimmjow reached over without looking, intent on his prey, and grabbed a bit of butter with the tips of his fingers, rubbing it on him without a second thought.

"Damn! That's cold!" he yelped as the frigid substance hit his heated flesh.

Ulquiorra remained impassive but inside he was smirking at the slight feeling of revenge. It was short lived however as the slicked up member pushed insistently against his opening, prodding him harder and harder, adding more and more pressure until the point of pain before finally the cock head slid past his tight ring of muscle. It didn't stop there though. Grimmjow continued, thrusting his long cock deep inside of him until he was fully seated within him.

"Ahh." he groaned at the amazing feeling of being so deep within the unbearable heat.

Ulquiorra shut his eyes tight at the initial pain of being penetrated so deeply. He clenched his fists and pressed his chest against the tiles as he panted, trying to get used to feeling so full. Grimmjow knew better than to move yet and waited for him to adjust so he didn't damage him farther. Ulquiorra took deep breaths, regaining some of his composure until he could relax enough to let him in all the way. Once he had the pain slowly began to fade and he let out a sigh.

Feeling him relax, Grimmjow slowly slid out of his body, relishing in the delicious friction created by the movement. Unable to resist any longer he shoved deep inside his body once more and immediately pulled out, setting a smooth, steady rhythm. Ulquiorra's breath matched the pace in which Grimmjow set. The breath was forced from his lungs as he was thrust into and he inhaled each time he withdrew.

Now all the pain was gone and it felt just good enough that he began to push his hips back to meet each oncoming thrust. Ulquiorra lifted his head from the counter to stare ahead, lifting onto his elbows to relieve his chest of his weight. Grimmjow saw him move and ran his hands up Ulquiorra's torso, skimming across the his sensitive sides until he got to his nipples. The pale nubs were raised with arousal and with each touch Ulquiorra's breath caught.

Needing to see his face, Grimmjow pulled out with no warning and heard the most beautiful noise in the world. The sudden withdrawal had caused Ulquiorra to open his mouth in surprise, unable to mask the sound of his loud moan at the sensation.

"Ahhh!" the sound left him in a rush and even before it was finished he slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

"Oh my fucking God." Grimmjow gasped and grabbed Ulquiorra roughly around the hips, flipping him over until he lay completely on the counter top.

He bent his legs at the knees and forced them up to his chest. Ulquiorra's surprised, wide eyes stared up at him as he continued to clutch his hands over his mouth, yet as soon as Grimmjow thrust into him deeply he threw his head back and his hands scrabbled for purchase on the glossy counter tops. Setting a slow, deep rhythm, Grimmjow grasped Ulquiorra's hand in his own and put it onto his shoulders. Ulquiorra had no choice but to hold on for dear life as he was thoroughly and deeply fucked from this new position.

With every up thrust Grimmjow brushed his prostate, sending throbs through his body. He tried to contain it but just like last time he wasn't ready for such overwhelming sensations, feelings and emotions. His mouth hung open in a silent gasp, trying desperately to keep from displaying such arbitrary, humanistic reactions, yet he simply couldn't help myself.

Grimmjow watched as beneath him Ulquiorra came undone. His mask of indifference began to melt away as he to pound into him. For a second he lost his grip on Ulquiorra's leg and one slipped. At the movement Ulquiorra's back suddenly arched and he gave a strangled cry as his prostate was nailed dead on.

"Uh! Louder." Grimmjow growled and picked up his leg again.

At the new grip he began to pound harder. With every thrust he angled up slightly and drilled into Ulquiorra's sweet spot. For Ulquiorra the world was slowly coming undone. He couldn't stop the lewd writhing of his body or the sweet moans pouring from his throat as he was pleasured harshly from the inside. Suddenly his legs were lifted and he had to let go of Grimmjow's shoulders and he lay completely back. His legs were thrown over Grimmjow's shoulders and a hand ghosted over his aching dick.

"Grimmjow!" he cried out, wanting to tell him to stop but instead it came out as a plea.

Hearing his name yelled from between those mismatched lips was just too much for him and within the next few thrust he was coming into that constricting warmth, flooding him with his seed. Feeling the searing heat filling him to the brim, Ulquiorra was completely overwhelmed with the feelings within him and came upon his stomach, adding to the mess already there.

They stay there panting until Grimmjow was soft enough to pull out. They both made small noises at the pleasure of him pulling out and Ulquiorra couldn't help but shudder as the hot seed flowed out of him before his abused hole clenched. It took a bit before Grimmjow pulled Ulquiorra upright and into his arms, carrying his satiated body into the bathroom to clean him up once again.

After the shower that was indeed just a shower this time, Grimmjow settled Ulquiorra's tired body among the sheets of his designated room. For some reason Grimmjow wanted to stay but knowing Ulquiorra it was best if he left him there. He shut the door to the room and went back to the kitchen to clean up.

A/N: Yay! Done with this sooner than I thought! Though I did stay up all night...so if there's any typos or anything it's cuz I haven't slept yet. Sorry for any OOC-ness but I gotta say this was a fun one to say! I can't wait to write one where Ulquiorra's screaming! ~creeper face~

Thank you all for bearing with me! Tell me what yalls want next! Well, next chapter is my 'Ice Cream' chapter so...for chapters after that! Haha! I loves yalls!

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