DAS RAIT, BITCHES. Indigo-chan is FINALLY updating. Squee?

NO. NO SQUEE HERE. D= Sorry. This was extremely rushed, short, badly written, and just plain terrible. T.T I suggest you just pretend I never wrote this. I'm actually thinking about taking it down I hate it THAT much.

But, if you must read it, here are some things to remember.

This chapter contains pointlessness, randomness, a short chapter, bad literature, my horrible attempt as metaphors and similes, not a lot of smex, my signature OOC Ulquiorra, and an egg salad sandwitch.

…Not really. Sorry if I got anyone's hopes up fer nothing.

Oi. If Ulqui is actin all strange-like in your eyes, I'm sorry, this was all I could think of.

So, knock back some ecstasy, drill some holes into your head and prepare for the much anticipated, highly revered(haha, not after this), So Cold(Maestitia..) Chapter Four!

Enjoy(you're not going to), and thanks for 1,500 Views!!! -heart-

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It mean't everything.

The words pulsed through Ulquiorra's mind as he tried his best to comprehend the words. Thoughts racing around like thousands of frantic ants, the Fourth Espada wrapped his slender arms slowly around Grimmjow's waist as the phrase became clear. He rested his chin on the Sixth Espada's shoulder, whispering through the smallest hint of smiles.

"…I'm glad, then…" Ulquiorra's eyelids lowered over his emerald irises, letting him focus on the one thing he needed to focus on. He savored the feeling if Grimmjow's chest slowly rising and falling against his own. The barrier around his heart slowly lowered, Grimmjow's heat thawing Ulquiorra's cold heart, if only for a moment. He realized he loved the feeling, the warmth, the way he felt safest cradled in Grimmjow's arms. Even the aroma emanating from the Espada lulled Ulquiorra into tranquility.

"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow said, sending Ulquiorra fluttering back to Hueco Mundo.

"…Yes?" He pulled away, emeralds locking with sapphires.

Grimmjow smiled, leaning into Ulquiorra's ear, his voice dark and husky.

"Follow me." He demanded, gripping Ulquiorra's waist and forcing to him comply.

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Grimmjow opened the door with the black 6 on it's grey surface and led Ulquiorra inside, the door clicking slowly shut and throwing a thick veil of shadow over the two.

"Your room?" Ulquiorra inquired, looking around at the dark room; shadowy lumps of furniture barely visible.

"Point for Captain Obvious," Grimmjow mumbled, walking over to the Espada and smiling. He traced the man's pale jaw line, lifting his chin and kissing him softly. Placing a hand on Ulquiorra's chest, he slowly unzipped the Espada's jacket and slid a hand inside. Toying with the Fourth Espada's nipple playfully and being rewarded with a small sigh from Ulquiorra.

The Fourth wrapped his hands around Grimmjow's neck, looking up at him with lustfully lively eyes. Eyes that told Grimmjow everything Ulquiorra wanted, needed, and commanded.

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T.T -Dies-

THAT WAS AWFUL.

Don't worry, I'm disappointed too.

BUT I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU! I PROMISE!

You just have to help me out a bit. =3

NAO. Next chapter is the lemony goodness. Shall I make it mooshy and romantic? Or go this pairing's traditional way and make it a little violent?

Review, PLEASE. =p