I'm trying not to rush it too fast, but I'm making this chapter a little citrus-y if you catch my drift . . . . Oh, and I needed to say something about Grimm wanting to be a mechanical engineer; it was a total coincidence when I was re-reading Petulant Prodigy's 'Tear It Up' just recently and I realized it! To be honest, I was thinking about it long before I read the fic! It must be my subconscious, I dunno . . . .
Dark Moon Rising: Through Their Eyes by Boogermeister
Chapter 4- Pantera's Urges
Grimmjow sighed deeply as he was slowly coming into terms with his so-called 'bi-curiosity', as he went to meet Ulquiorra downtown. He couldn't believe that he was going through with this, but strangely enough a part of him was willing enough to do it. It wasn't like him to feel this nervous; it was honestly his first date and it was with a guy. "Fuck . . . ." he grumbled softly, walking down the block towards the cafe. Ulquiorra was waiting by one of the tables, his fingers tapped lightly against the surface before he glanced up to see his friend.
". . . . You're early, Grimmjow," he remarked quietly, when the blunet sat across from him.
"Well this is the first time I'm doing this," he scoffed as he scratched at his hair. "So now what, we go to the movies or something?"
"That's a common way of putting it," replied Ulquiorra. "But we don't have to do that . . . . for now, we're going to where I prefer to go." At that, Grimmjow frowned a little as he stared at him.
"Which is where?"
"First the city park, it should be quiet due to the seasons now," muttered the pale teen. Grimmjow blinked at that but shrugged as they stood up to walk. The majority of trees were completely bare as dead leaves carpeted the walkway. Grimmjow glanced around the environment and frowned a little, what can they do on their date besides wandering around in the park? ". . . . Maybe that was it, Grimmjow," muttered Ulquiorra.
"Huh? What're you talking about?" frowned Grimmjow.
"It's possible that you're starting to have feelings for me, probably since last year," he muttered quietly. "I've already mentioned that before, right?"
"I think so but I don't know . . . ."
"It's not that hard . . . . I went through this confusing phase a few years back," he muttered, and Grimmjow glanced at him in surprise. "You try being ten years old when figuring out that you're into males as well as females. Luckily for me, I simply accepted it as soon I realized it. With other people, it could be several years to do it. With you, I don't know . . . . sometimes it could be decades before you finally accept it."
"Decades? Oh hell no . . . ." Grimmjow grumbled with a shake of his head. "I prefer to do it now-" He then groaned when he said it like that, but Ulquiorra simply glanced at him.
"If you want to take a drastic approach, that can wait for a while, Grimmjow," he replied. "But right now, let's practice the dating part first."
"Drastic . . . .?" he frowned but didn't think much of it as they wandered further. ". . . . That reminds me, does your parents think much about your . . . . thing?"
"It's not really worth mentioning to them," said Ulquiorra. "It's not their problem to know, so I don't really care."
"But my family might notice a difference in me if I truly accept it," he muttered. "We both know that my family are fucking weird."
"Yeah, I acknowledge that already . . . ."
"But I'm still confused of whether or not should I tell them, Ulquiorra," sighed Grimmjow. "But . . . . sometimes I wonder if they disown me for that."
". . . . Something tells me that they won't, though," Ulquiorra muttered, and the blunet blinked in surprise at that. "If your family is that eccentric then they wouldn't really care about it. I'm sure of it, Grimmjow."
"Huh, well I don't know what to say for that," muttered Grimmjow with a shrug. "Thank, though."
"I'm just saying what should help you, Grimmjow." The other teen blinked again but smirked a little as they continued walking.
Needless to say, the dating thing was somewhat better than he had expected as Grimmjow and Ulquiorra returned back to the cafe. The blue-haired teen shrugged off while his friend simply ordered black coffee. "Do we have to date again, Ulquiorra?" he asked, and the teen blinked at him.
"We could still do it, if you want to," he muttered.
"Hmm, nah, not yet so soon," sighed Grimmjow.
"We could just hang out, it don't have to be an actual date," replied Ulquiorra. "How interesting though, just over an hour ago you were persistent about wanting to accept it altogether. If you wish to do that, then are you willing to accept anything to achieve that . . . .?"
". . . . What are you getting at?" he now frowned at him.
"Well . . . . when was the last time that you were kissed, Grimmjow?" he simply questioned. Grimmjow stared at him and his body immediately went rigid. "Ah, seems like you haven't before."
"Fuck you, I've kissed before," he scoffed. "It's just that I've never did it with a guy, you're sometimes retarded man . . . ."
"Your reactions often make me miscalculate anyway," he muttered. "So . . . . do you wish to do that now?"
"Uh . . . . maybe around this week, I dunno," grumbled the other teen.
"It's actually easier not to think much about it, Grimmjow," he said quietly. "If you're nervous about it, then you'll keep questioning yourself and it'll push you deeper into your confusion." Grimmjow sighed deeply and glanced at the cloudy grey sky. He would like to get out of the confusion, it had been a year since he felt it.
"Tch, fine . . . . I'll do it," he muttered.
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He didn't want to hear it, his father was planting obviously subtle hints about being like his Old Man after finishing high school. "Please drop it, Dad," he scoffed at him. "You know that I wanna do car stuff, not going off to some war."
"The military is more than just going to some war," muttered Friedrich. "It's about endurance and stamina, where hard work can make you a man."
"And doing mechanic shit isn't?" he grumbled as he swiveled his hips on the bar stool. "Please, I think you're just saying that because that's how they do it back at your country."
"No, it's more of a family legacy thing," his father sighed as he shook his head a little. "My father did it and so did I, that's why I brought up the subject. But . . . . if you don't want to consider it, then I understand. I believe it's more convenient to have someone who's a genius when it comes to cars. I only know enough to fix minor things, though."
"Well if you let me go around in your car . . . ." Grimmjow smirked, but Friedrich just frowned at him.
"Three more years, son," he pointed out.
"Then let me get a motorcycle license, then," he argued. "I only have to be 16 to get a regular one."
"Do you even know how to drive one, Grimmjow?" questioned Friedrich.
". . . . I'll learn, you know I always wanted one."
"But your mother will scream at me about you getting sandwiched between two trucks one of these days," he sighed, organizing bottles of liquors on the shelves behind him. "But if you insist, I'll talk to her later today."
"We both know that it'd mean no," Grimmjow frowned. "The kids in your country are lucky, they could drive a car once they turn sixteen."
"Yeah, but over there they're so irresponsible. I doubt that you'd try talking on the phone while driving a 80 miles per hour, right?"
"Technically, I'd rather drive fast than talking on the phone," he replied.
"See that? That's the reason why your mother's against it," his father joked lightly as he smiled. "Don't worry about it, Grimmjow, the driving age here is probably the reason why they're the safer drivers."
"Is that why you often cursed them out in English and sometimes German for driving so 'safe'?" smirked Grimmjow.
"I'm still a gaijin, after all," chuckled his father. "My American mind's still the same after over 18 years, you can't change that. Hell, outside this town they'd think you're a foreigner as well since your Japanese side is not that noticeable."
"Maybe around the eyes, though . . . ." he shrugged.
"Yes, it's always the eyes when it comes to being part-Asian," he agreed. "They won't notice it until you mention it." He sighed deeply as he turned around to glance at his son. "Anyway . . . . your friend, you still hanging around him?"
"Why, you still don't think that he's weird, Dad?" frowned Grimmjow.
"No, no, I'm not that close-minded but . . . . I just find it interesting that you and him are still friends despite that thing, what you call it?"
". . . . Bisexual?" he asked.
"That's the one," muttered Friedrich, scratching at his hair. "So it's okay as long as he likes girls, right?"
"You're sounding like you would hate it if he turns out to be straight-out gay," he frowned.
"Shit, I do?" sighed his father. "Sorry, son . . . . I still wouldn't care nonetheless. Though it would be a funny story if he wants to be with you." Grimmjow glanced at his father, who was smiling a little about it, and sighed deeply.
"Yeah, funny . . . ." he nodded before standing up. "I'll see you later, Old Man."
"Don't lie to your mother that I try to give you beer like before," he joked when his son left the bar. Grimmjow sighed heavily as he wandered down the street, so his father wouldn't mind about Ulquiorra but what about his own son? Taking a hold of his long hair, he plaited it into a loose braid and tightened the end with a rubber band.
"Man, this is some bullshit . . . ." he grumbled. He needed to talk to him now.
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Grimmjow had never been into Ulquiorra's home before; he had only seen the suburban-type house a few times when he followed the teen before. He had never even seen his friend's parents, but then again he had never let him see his own family. It looked normal like the other surrounding houses but he often wondered what was inside. He carefully opened the gate and walked up to the plain white door, hesitating momentarily before ringing the doorbell. He stiffened in anticipation, wondering if it would be either Ulquiorra or his parents that would answer.
"Ahh . . . ." he breathed in relief when the door finally opened. It was just the pale teen. "Uh, hi . . . ."
"Grimmjow," Ulquiorra muttered in unusual surprise. ". . . . What're you doing here?"
"I was talking to my Dad earlier today," he muttered. "He is . . . . still okay with you being my friend, even joking that you really like me."
"So . . . ."
"I'm tired of waiting, Ulquiorra," he sighed deeply. "I just wanna get this over with. I wanna know why I'm feeling this way and for you only. Please tell me how to accept this, man."
". . . . If you want to," he muttered, stepping aside for the other teen to step in. Grimmjow obliged, gazing around a little. The decor was normal-looking but it felt eery, almost like an empty feeling within the house. "Follow me, we'll stay in my bedroom," he said as he began to walk upstairs. The blunet followed after him as they went to the the second room on the left.
"Um . . . . where are your parents, Ulquiorra?" he muttered as he stepped in, the bedroom was just as plain but it was mostly full of dark muted colors.
"At work," he plainly replied.
"Are they coming back anytime soon?"
"They often work until late at night, we still have plenty of time," he said so calmly, and yet Grimmjow frowned at the part 'plenty of time'. "Tell me, are you sure that you wish to do it?"
"If you mean what I think you mean . . . .?" he frowned then blinked in realization. "Wait, have you tried-"
"I'm still a virgin," he replied. "And I believe that you are as well."
"Tch, for once you're right," he scoffed a little.
"We wouldn't go straight sex first, you should know that."
"Then . . . ." Grimmjow stepped closer to him and glanced down at him. "What are we gonna do, then?"
"We kiss first, sit down," Ulquiorra instructed as he sat down on the bed. The other teen blinked at that but said nothing as he cautiously sat next to him. He stiffened what was to come, as he continued to stare at his friend, who seemed to appear just as unsure. ". . . . Do you really want to do this, Grimmjow?"
". . . . Yeah, I do," muttered Grimmjow. Should he take the initiative, he wasn't sure but he leaned closer to his face. Ulquiorra's usually muted expressions was slightly breaking away when their noses were mere centimeters of each other. Grimmjow could feel the oddly cool breath against his lips. Gulping audibly, he leaned closer until he finally felt the skin against his. His heart froze momentarily at the contact, so this is what it's like to kiss another guy. But it wasn't as terrible as he had expected to be. It wasn't even gross or replusive to his guts.
It actually . . . . felt nice.
Leaning back, Grimmjow stared at Ulquiorra. But the pale teen wasn't really shocked by the kiss, he seemed a little satisfied at the contact. ". . . . How interesting," he remarked quietly, touching at his lips. "And it was my first kiss, also."
"Huh?" Grimmjow frowned.
"And yours as well . . . . with a male," he muttered. At that, the blunet frowned again but he leaned forward again. This time, Ulquiorra leaned as well for another kiss. This time it was more firm, as Grimmjow felt the confused feeling dissipated slowly inside of him. So it was true. He indeed had feelings for his friend. Groaning a little, he felt his hand reaching up to cup behind Ulquiorra's head to deepen the kiss. Hesitantly, he licked at his lips to coax them open.
He wasn't sure why but he wanted to taste him. He wanted to know what was his only friend like, if he was really a sensitive teen underneath the cold shell. Ulquiorra seemed to understand his meaning, as he slightly opened his mouth. Grimmjow sighed deeply, almost feeling giddy, as he felt the wet muscle. It was almost on instinct, he tried to dive his tongue down his throat as soon as Ulquiorra kissed back. The confused feelings he once had was now overriding by his teenage lust. "F-fuck . . . ." he gasped as he moved away a little. "Fuck . . . . wow . . . ."
". . . . You're aroused," breathed Ulquiorra, taking a quick glance at Grimmjow's pants.
"Like my fucking dream . . . ." he panted lightly. "But . . . . I'm not waking up this time, this is for real." He realized that the front of his shirt was clenched tightly and he glanced at the now slightly flushed teen. He was enjoying it as well. "Well, didn't know you could show that much emotion, Ulquiorra, no matter how little . . . ." he smirked a little.
"It's just natural reaction, Grimmjow . . . ." he muttered softly.
"Shit, stop talking like you're out of the nature show," he groaned a little, bravely kissing at his lips again. "Just tell me what to do next."
"First . . . . we need to take off our clothing but not all," muttered Ulquiorra. "We can still continue our kissing, but it would be more . . . . intimate than before." Grimmjow nearly frowned but nodded.
"How the fuck do you know all of this, man?"
"I read . . . ." he replied, unbuttoning his his shirt in an unhurried manner. "Either in books or on the internet. Even more fortunate, I know the preparation of this form of sex." Grimmjow stiffened at that, what did he mean by 'this form of sex'? But his befuddled mind was twisted when he saw the flawless, rather slender built of the smaller teen's pale torso. He wasn't sure why but the lust inside of him had stirred within his groin.
"Shit . . . ." he exhaled. He was eager to touch him but reluctantly grasped at his shirt to take it off. He was obviously more muscular than him but he too was flawless. For a fifteen year old, Grimmjow already had a body of a linebacker. "I'm kinda . . . . curious how we're gonna do this, Ulquiorra," he muttered. "As of how we're-"
"Simple, I'm the bottom," Ulquiorra muttered, and he blinked at that. "It's obvious that you're physically dominant over me, not to mention that your feelings and ego is on the line."
"Wait . . . . you mean that I'm using my dick on you?" he queried in interest. The other teen nodded as he shrugged his shirt off, before shifting his body to lean closer to him. "How and where . . . .?" He wasn't answered, as Ulquiorra kissed him. He wasn't taken aback, out of instinct he reached out to touch at the cool skin. He felt sparks shivering throughout his entire body when his hands roamed curiously at his body, it was nice.
No, more than nice. It was fucking amazing. Grimmjow growled softly as he pulled the pale-skinned teen onto his lap, nipping at his bottom lip and running his fingers through the ink-black hair. "Grimmjow . . . ." Ulquiorra muttered, almost like a soft moan.
"Fuck, I'm kinda glad that you're the bottom," he smirked lightly, as one of his hands traveled down to his waist.
"So you wish to do it now . . . .?" he asked softly. The once cool skin was now warmed with excitement and anxiety.
"Yeah," nodded Grimmjow. Ulquiorra stared at him and his eyes softened unusually. He then got off his lap and stood up, his own arousal was noticeable underneath his pants but he barely paused when he went to the dresser and opened the top drawer.
"Don't ask question about it . . . ." he stated as he took out a small bottle of clear liquid and a square wrapper of what looked like . . . .
"Fuck, do I really need a condom?" questioned Grimmjow, and his friend just frowned at him. "Sorry . . . ."
"This is our first time, it's just for easing the initial pain," muttered Ulquiorra as he came back to the bed. Grimmjow bit his bottom lip from asking another question, like how he was able to get the condom and that bottle he was sure that was only for adults to buy. "Are you apprehensive, Grimmjow?"
"Huh?" he frowned.
"Do you want to see me bare, are you prepared for it?" he asked, and Grimmjow's cyan eyes flickered at that.
"Do it," he said in anticipation. The other teen said nothing else as he began to unbutton his pants, observing his friend's reaction before completely taking off the remaining articles of clothing. Grimmjow nearly let out a sound in between surprise and excitement, he had never seen another guy naked before beside his father on some occasions. Something he rather not think about it, his dad's butt reminded him of an old leather bag. "Um . . . ." he breathed.
"If I'm not ashamed of it, then you shouldn't either," he muttered. "It's your turn." Grimmjow dumbly nodded as he stood up. He took a deep breath before his fingers fumbled at the fly of his jeans. Was he nervous? Of course, he had never done this before. It wasn't like he could try and practice for this, like that awkward-looking main character with an apple pie from that American movie he once saw. No, he was hoping to feel confident about this but it was hard. He almost hissed when the zipper scraped against his erection before proceeding to remove the denim.
"Ahh . . . ." he groaned lightly, he realized that the front of his boxers were damp. He took a brief glance at Ulquiorra, who was waiting patiently despite his nudity, and finally took off the underwear. He glanced at him again and found out that he was a little bigger than the other teen. For some reason, he didn't feel as nervous just moments ago. "So . . . . what next?" he asked quietly.
"In your words, we fuck," he promptly replied. "But first, I need to be prepared for you, Grimmjow."
"How?" His friend frowned lightly at him, either out of annoyance or somewhat pity, and knelt onto the mattress as he opened the small bottle.
"There are other types of sex, Grimmjow," he muttered. "Besides the obvious one, what are the other ones?"
"Uh . . . ." Grimmjow pondered in his thoughts about that. In his secret stash, he had seen common type but there were others . . . . "Oh . . . . oh!" he realized. "You want me to fuck there?"
"You have to prepare me, Grimmjow," he sighed, taking his hand. "This is lubricant, use it so it wouldn't hurt me. And I know that you're not that short-minded to do it . . . ." Grimmjow frowned at that but said nothing as Ulquiorra kissed him, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck. He groaned as his hand was then led down to his hip then to cup at his behind. He smirked a little, he understood what to do now.
"Lay down . . . ." he muttered. The smaller teen did so, as Grimmjow took the bottle. The oil-like substance felt cool over his fingers when he poured some out but he didn't mind as he gazed at the intimate areas between the pale legs. He doesn't remember the last time he felt warm in the face.
"Come on . . . ."
"Shut up, I'm just nervous, shit," he grumbled. He could do this, he slowly touched at the crack. It was weird but nice as he continued until he found it, as his friend moaned a little. So this was the entrance, he thought as he prodded at it.
"Use one finger at first, Grimmjow," he sighed as he adjusted himself for him. Grimmjow nodded at that and attempted to push one into the virgin entrance. Almost immediately, Ulquiorra fisted at the sheets and bit his bottom lip as both teens felt the feeling.
"Shit . . . ." breathed the blunet as he felt the tightness; and it was just one finger. How was he going to put his thing in there? For now the lubricant was working as he pushed the finger in further before pulling out and repeating the process. He nearly faltered when he noticed his friend's face was oddly etched in discomfort. And for some reason, he liked the look on him.
Ulquiorra huffed out what sounded like a pained noise when he decided to add another finger and his emerald eyes gazed hard at him. "Grimmjow . . . ." he gritted softly.
"Does it hurt?" he muttered.
"For now, but you must continue . . . ." he sighed deeply. "There's . . . . something in there that you have to touch to give me pleasure eventually."
"Like a G-spot or something?" frowned Grimmjow.
"Yes." Ulquiorra muffled his noise this time as Grimmjow continued. The blue-haired teenager noted that the ring of muscles was gradually loosened after a while, and he added a third finger. "Ah . . . .!" the pale teen gasped out and glared at him again. "Are you that impatient, Grimmjow?"
"Tch, I'm trying to get this over with," he muttered, by now his eagerness was taking over him. It would be his first time ever, and he couldn't wait any longer. "Um . . . . I think I'm done now," he sighed, after the brief stretching as he took his fingers out.
"Then use the condom now," breathed Ulquiorra, glancing away in very subtle embarrassment. Grimmjow could smirk at that if it weren't for the anxiety that was coming back again. Fumbling a little with wrapper, he managed to tear it open and took out the slick rubber. Guess Health class was worth it, he scoffed at the thought. He slowly unrolled it over his aching erection and he shivered a little. He was going to do it. "Grimmjow . . . . just do it," he sighed.
"Shut the fuck up, you're making it worse," Grimmjow frowned.
". . . . I'm sorry," he sighed. The other teen sighed back and positioned himself over him, holding his erection against the prepared hole.
"You're ready, Ulquiorra?" he muttered.
"As much as you are," he honestly answered. Grimmjow took a big deep breath and nodded, before pushing slowly into him. He nearly flinched when the pale hands shot up to grip tightly at his shoulders, nearly breaking the skin, but he continued to push in further. "Grimmjow . . . . damn it," he let out a painful gasp.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit . . . .!" Grimmjow gasped just as painfully. It was tight! Tighter than he had ever expected, but he pushed in once more until he was completely in. "Fuck . . . .!" he panted, leaning down to rest on his elbows and getting his head together.
"I'd expected it, but . . . . I feel the pain so greatly," gritted Ulquiorra, breathing harshly. "Wait . . . . both of us need to adjust to this for a while."
"All right . . . ." he muttered, his lips pressing against the sweat-glistened skin of his neck. The hold on his shoulders eased slightly as he then kissed at his cheeks then at his lips. But the tightness was clenching around him and he wanted to move now. "Shit, can I move now . . . .?" he voiced out.
". . . . Yes, do it," he nodded. Grimmjow nodded back as he slowly pulled out, hearing a strangled moan close to his ear. He had never thought that he would be doing this in his entire life, but he did and he really liked it. He liked the fact that he was losing his virginity with his friend. No, his friend was now his lover. Because he now understood his feelings. Quickly, he pushed back into Ulquiorra and groaned at the feeling he was getting used to. "Ah . . . . Grimmjow," moaned Ulquiorra.
"Does it feel good?" he groaned softly.
"Yes . . . . continue, Grimmjow . . . ."
"Fuck . . . ." Grimmjow repeated the action and bit his bottom lip, he wasn't sure why but it felt like his hips were moving on its own. "Fuck . . . . it feels good to me too," he gritted softly, as he then began to thrust faster. Ulquiorra let out a moan just a tad louder than before, but it was significant enough for the other teen who smirked a little.
"Grimmjow . . . . you're close to touching there," the pale teen moaned, his legs loosely wrapped around the other's waist.
"The G-spot shit . . . .?"
"Yes, go deeper," he whispered as he kissed at his lips lightly. Grimmjow kissed back as he attempted to thrust deeper, wondering where it is inside of him. All the while, he felt a tightening in his loins and he huffed.
"Fuck it . . . .!" he gritted, he knew what it was. "Fuck . . . .!" he groaned as he thrusted in sharply.
"Ah . . . .!" Ulquiorra gasped out and his grip on Grimmjow tightened. "You just hit it, right there . . . .!"
"Really? Shit . . . .!" Grimmjow smirked a little. He managed to hit it again, and the other teen gasped out another moan. "Fuck, I'm getting close, Ulquiorra," he grunted.
"I know, me too . . . ." moaned Ulquiorra. The tightening was getting too much for the blunet, he couldn't take it anymore now. Gripping tightly at the bedsheets, he growled as he thrusted harder.
"F-fuck!" he gasped out as he suddenly stilled himself and climaxed. "Fuck . . . . fuck . . . .!" He shivered greatly and clenched his teeth, he barely realized that Ulquiorra climaxed as well. "Fuck . . . ." he panted deeply as he gingerly laid over him, feeling the sticky secretion between their stomachs.
". . . . That was good . . . ." breathed Ulquiorra.
"Good? That was fucking amazing," he chuckled softly. He leaned up slightly to gaze at him, and saw that he was seemingly smiling a little. "Yeah, it was amazing and you know it, Ulquiorra."
"Of course, it was our first time after all," sighed Ulquiorra, reaching up to touch the baby blue hair.
"Tch, does it mean that we're boyfriend and . . . . boyfriend now?"
"Yes Grimmjow . . . . we should have done this months ago," he sighed as he gave him a chaste kiss.
"Fuck you," Grimmjow muttered. "Now I feel tired."
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Damn, finally! I blame Halloween for this, cuz I keep getting distracted for it! So yays, Grimm finally porked Ulqui! But now the drama comes up soon, but I won't say!
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