Yylfordt couldn't help but feel flustered when he heard what his younger brother wanted to name his horse. He could already tell from the sly smile aimed at him that Szayelaporro was sending along a message. And then he played innocent about it, the little ruffian. He had flushed some as he watched his brother pet the little foal. Grimmjow was laughing, but then again, that was to be expected.
It changed the moment Grimmjow ushered them out. He didn't mind the rough treatment. In fact, he found that he rather liked it. But hearing his brother's cry had him seeing red. He lunged forward and tackled Grimmjow, not even aware of what he was doing as he wrapped his hands around the other's neck and began to squeeze. A darker part of him enjoyed feeling the way the flesh began to give under him, the pulse slowing, the way the other man struggled.
But then he was shoved off by Shawlong, who looked horrified. "Remove your hands! Do you realize what you just did? You could be charged with murder!"
Yylfordt snorted. "He isn't dead yet. Feel his pulse. You stopped me before I could."
Shawlong shook his head. "Not the point. You do not attack others."
Yylfordt growled. "He. Hurt. My. Brother."
Szayel then spoke up. "H-He didn't hurt me, brother. He just startled me, is all. I'm fine, really." Szayel approached Yylfordt, allowing his older sibling to look him over for injuries.
When he decided that his sibling had not been harmed, he grunted. He glanced over when he heard Grimmjow coughing.
"Damn, you have a tight grip. Can only imagine how that'd feel somewhere else." Grimmjow grunted as he regained his breath.
"Grimmjow! Control yourself! He nearly killed you!" Shawlong interjected.
"Nah, it takes a lot more than that to kill me, 'Long. I'm fine. Just a little winded. If anything, he just managed to turn me on."Grimmjow shifted his hips slightly from where he laid on the stone floor of the stables, drawing an embarrassed cough from Szayelaporro and a huff of frustration from Shawlong.
"Well, if you insist on something like that… At least wait until night, and when Master Granz is not here." Shawlong shook his head in exasperation, reaching for Szayel. Yylfordt watched as his younger brother was led away by the butler, leaving him alone in the stables with Grimmjow.
"Seriously though, try that again and yer dead." Grimmjow's voice was low and dark, a clear threat and warning in each word. Yylfordt swallowed.
"Understood, sir. I will keep that in mind. I'm sorry. I thought that you hurt my sibling. I have always been rather protective of him."
"Doesn't change shit. Watch yer temper." Grimmjow let the final warning stand as he stood up, rubbing his throat. Yylfordt's eyes widened when he saw the sizable bulge in the head groom's pants. Grimmjow noticed his gaze and shot him a feral grin.
"What, you thought I was kidding? Hell no." Grimmjow was clearly amused, the grin making Yylfordt's mouth go dry. From what he'd seen as he was introduced to everyone, none of the men here were all that bad looking. But only Grimmjow seemed to ooze sex naturally like this, and Yylfordt wanted him. Badly.
Grimmjow seemed to realize where Yylfordt's train of thought was going, as his grin grew in size. He stalked closer to Yylfordt, the blonde not noticing his approach, so lost in his fantasy that he was having. Yylfordt was jerked back to reality when he felt a hard mouth against his, and something poking him in the thigh. He was being kissed.
"W-What?" Yylfordt stuttered out as he became flustered.
"Easy, blondie. You looked like you wanted to taste me, so I thought I'd oblige. How about it? I can show you a good time." Grimmjow eased, reaching to lightly run his fingers through Yylfordt's hair.
He took a moment to think about it. His parents had always told him that laying with a man was against God's Will, to lay with his own brother even more so. He had ignored it when it came to his brother. After all, he was the only one Szayelaporro truly had. But surely that had changed now. His brother was to be wed, after all.
"But… Isn't it wrong?" He asked.
"No more wrong than you fucking your brother." Grimmjow replied easily.
Yylfordt shook his head, a denial on the tip of his tongue, when Grimmjow continued.
"You think we're blind? We all saw how close you two were. Even Lord Aizen. None of us care. If anything," Grimmjow grinned again, "I think it's a really hot thought." He cleaned out an ear with his pinky. "Besides… I don't know about you, but I don't really care for a God who says who you can or can't love."
Yylfordt stammered. "L-Love?"
"Yeah. That's what fucking is, ain't it? Making love, fucking, laying, use whatever terms you want."
Yylfordt blushed as he looked down.
"Easy, I won't' force you if you don't want it, Granz. You have a say in this. No one here will force you to do that."
Yylfordt thought it over for a moment, then looked up. "I'll try it."
It certainly helped that the feral grin he got in response was very sexy.