Scream for Me - Separate Lives

Only a little chapter. This and the next chapter were originally stuck together, but I thought it seemed a little rushed that way.


Grimmjow watched Ulquiorra out of the corner of his eye as the smaller Espada walked out of the room. Ulquiorra either didn't notice his gaze or didn't care and filed out behind Nnoitra, leaving Grimmjow alone in the room. Grimmjow scowled, staring up at the large white chair that Aizen had vacated after their little meeting. Aizen just had to be above everyone else in some fucking way… and Grimmjow was sure he held daily meetings just to annoy everyone. It was far too early for his frivolous plans to come to fruition and they spent most of these 'meetings' listening to the same self-important crap Aizen always seemed to spew out.

Grimmjow had never had time for the irritating Shinigami, but he had even less patience lately. Hell, he'd had less patience with everyone since Ulquiorra's little pledge of abstinence. Grimmjow just couldn't understand it. The Cuatro Espada had gone through a phase of getting steadily more adventurous in bed, culminating in the best fucking sex of Grimmjow's existence… after which he'd just buggered off and had been blatantly ignoring him ever since.

It made Grimmjow want to rip off Ulquiorra's mask remains and beat him with them. It just seemed so unfair.

He finally exited the meeting room and stomped back to his quarters. Everyone else had been heading for the kitchens, but Grimmjow wasn't in the mood to eat. He was in the mood to fuck. It had been two weeks since his last shag and he was ready to climb the walls. What made no sense was that even the idea of fucking someone else seemed absurd now but Grimmjow had no idea why. Why should he care if Ulquiorra didn't want sex? He should have just moved straight on – after all, Szyael Aporro had seemed quite up for it before Ulquiorra scared him off…

But some infuriating part of Grimmjow missed Ulquiorra. He just didn't think anyone else would be able to fill that gap…

'Because he was a good lay, nothing else,' Grimmjow thought firmly.

"This is ridiculous." Grimmjow murmured, biting his lip. He was pining like a lovesick puppy. This had to stop.


Ulquiorra had left the kitchens whilst everyone else stayed to chat. He'd never been one for social interaction, and Espada 'chats' were basically just excuses to brag about who had killed what in which way recently. Ulquiorra saw no point in any of it.

He was currently situated atop one of the many tall towers of Las Noches, looking out into the gloom of Hueco Mundo. With no new missions and no need to train, Ulquiorra had a lot of time on his hands and no way to spend it. It wouldn't have been a problem when Grimmj-

Ulquiorra sighed, closing his eyes in annoyance. Two weeks. It had been two weeks and his pathetic feelings hadn't dwindled in the least. If anything, it had made them worse. At least before he had ended their… arrangement… he'd had no reason to miss Grimmjow. But now along with the jealousy, confusion, anger and a burning in his chest which he'd finally given in and accepted as 'love'… there was a deep-seated longing that made even looking at Grimmjow painful. And so, doing the only thing that seemed logical, Ulquiorra had stopped looking at Grimmjow. It wasn't a permanent solution, of course, as there were times when he had to look at the Sexta Espada. But it helped slightly.

Knowing he wasn't going to find any peace up here with only his thoughts as company, Ulquiorra leapt from the tower, fell what must have been over two hundred feet and landed soundlessly on the ground, padding inside through a nondescript white door. He was near Szyael Aporro's lab, so he'd have to head west if he wanted to go to his room… or north to train. Whilst he was wondering whether pointless training or pointless sleeping was worse, he heard a voice he knew all too well.

"It won't take long."

"That doesn't sound very appealing." Ulquiorra frowned, moving silently towards the voices.

"Ok it might take a while, but-"

"I'm busy, Grimmjow." Slowly, carefully, Ulquiorra glanced around the corner into the corridor. A few metres down was the door leading into Szyael Aporro's laboratory. The mad scientist himself was leaning against the doorframe looking both annoyed and… interested. Ulquiorra leaned slightly further over and saw Grimmjow fixing Szyael Aporro with the seductive smirk that used to belong to him and him alone.

"I'm sure a little distraction won't hurt your brilliant mind too much." Szyael Aporro raised one manicured eyebrow.

"And Ulquiorra?"

"Ulquiorra's history." Grimmjow murmured, leaning forward ever so slightly, smirking. Ulquiorra felt something constrict painfully in his chest, so painfully that his hand came up to clench the material of his jacket. As he watched, Szyael Aporro took Grimmjow's silent invitation and leaned forwards himself, closing the distance between them in a slow, sensual kiss.

"Ever had sex in a lab?" he murmured against Grimmjow's lips.

"Not until today." And with that, Grimmjow pushed Szyael Aporro back into the room. The last thing Ulquiorra saw before the door slammed shut was Grimmjow's smirk.

He should have known Grimmjow's sex life wouldn't be affected by his leaving. Part of him did know that. But of course, the godforsaken part of him which just refused to die had hoped Grimmjow would miss him… even perhaps pursue him. But this wasn't some vomit-inducing human love story. There was no happy ending for Hollows. There was just sexual gratification and Ulquiorra had even given that up when his feelings had gotten the better of him. He spent his whole life vehemently believing that 'love', 'souls', 'hearts' … all these stupid, meaningless words that humans threw around so carelessly… they were just that. Words.

But he loved Grimmjow and if he had them, his heart and soul belonged to the irritating, sex-crazed idiot. Typical. All of his beliefs and ideals had fallen to pieces all around him… and the man responsible for it was fucking someone else in a laboratory.

Ulquiorra's mood soured so much over the next few days that everyone started openly avoiding him; many always had discretely, but now it was obvious. After Ulquiorra's first death-by-cero – a skittish little Arrancar who'd stopped him to ask where Szyael Aporro was – it was a lot more obvious. People darted down corridors or changed direction completely so they didn't have to pass him and hardly anyone ever made eye contact with him.

Ulquiorra didn't care. He didn't care about anything any more and that was how it was supposed to be. He didn't care how many subordinates he killed, he didn't care who avoided him and he certainly did not care that Grimmjow was having sex with other Espada.


Grimmjow watched as a group of terrified looking Arrancar scuttled out of a corridor to his right. He raised a brow, knowing what that must mean. Sure enough, after twenty seconds, Ulquiorra emerged from the corridor too and went on his way. Grimmjow chuckled lightly. Nearly every one of the Espada instilled fear in the lower ranked, but Ulquiorra was something else lately. Everyone was terrified of him. It was probably due to his stoicism; at least with the others, including Grimmjow himself, there was some sort of physical sign that if you continued doing whatever you were doing, you were likely to get yourself blown up. With Ulquiorra, there was no sign. There was just death.

It was amusing, but also puzzling. Ulquiorra had never been particularly violent. The most he'd ever do when angry was threaten and it was enough, but lately he'd been like a grenade with the pin hanging out. Probably cus he isn't getting laid, Grimmjow thought. He'd be more than happy to help in that department, but hell if he was going to approach the little spitfire about it. Even if Ulquiorra hadn't been prone to killing people who talked to him lately, there was no way Grimmjow was going to saunter up and say, 'I know you pretty much dumped me, but since you're stressed I'll fuck you if you like'. It was his pride that had kept him from breaking the silence between them in the first place.

Grimmjow stretched languidly and pushed away from the wall he was leaning against. He most certainly wasn't checking up on Ulquiorra. He just happened to be going the same way as him, that was all.

He caught up with Ulquiorra just as the smaller Espada reached the door to the training facility. He paused at the door, looked in, let out a curse and stormed away. Grimmjow frowned. He looked into the training room and saw Szyael Aporro bent over his machine once more. The stupid thing had broken yesterday and he'd been working on it ever since. It had really thrown out Grimmjow's sex schedule. Grimmjow glanced back at Ulquiorra just as the Espada whirled around the corner. The split-second look he had of Ulquiorra's harsh green eyes and angry expression sent a wave of heat straight to Grimmjow's cock. He groaned and opened the training room door as quietly as he could and walked in, padding almost silently towards the scientist.

"Don't even think about it." Szyael Aporro spoke up, not looking away from the machine.

"Tch, you have sensors in here don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"I'm horny." Szyael Aporro sighed. He fixed Grimmjow with a piercing look.

"You are always horny." Grimmjow shrugged.

"You complaining?"

"Normally, I wouldn't." Szyael Aporro returned to his work and his head disappeared into the machine casing. "But given the circumstances, I think I have to complain."

"Circumstances?" Grimmjow frowned.

"Grimmjow, whilst I truly believe that you're an insatiable demon when it comes to sex, I also believe that you keep returning here so many times because… sex with me is not what you want." Grimmjow raised a brow even though Szyael Aporro couldn't see it.

"So I keep having sex with you because I don't want to have sex with you? I thought you were clever." This made the pink haired Espada stop working. He turned to glower at Grimmjow.

"Never question my intelligence. I know what I'm talking about."

"Good thing you do. No fucker else does." Szyael Aporro sighed.

"I will not spell it out for you, Grimmjow. You work it out. But as far as sex right now goes, you'd be denied even without the circumstances. I'm busy." Grimmjow scowled, shrugging lightly.

"Whatever." And he whirled around and left.


No sex D: -sad-
There's one chapter to go and possibly an epilogue, depending on how I feel :P