Chapter Seven- The Shenanigans
Orihime stared at Ulquiorra unabashedly, entranced by his beauty. When they had first gotten to the bar, things had been a little awkward. That changed after about the third drink, which was where Orihime stopped. Ulquiorra had kept right on going. Orihime had lost count after his fifteenth shot of some sort of rum that was eighty-percent alcohol. The barman had been staring at Ulquiorra, highly worried, phone on hand. That was, until it became glaringly obvious that the liquor was having little to no effect on Ulquiorra. Then, the barman had shaken his head, muttering about unearthly constitutions and had given up on warning Ulquiorra about alcohol poisoning causing blindness and death.
Orihime had to admit amazement. While she had only had three shots, her world was spinning and glittering, and everything seemed to be floating. Luckily, her speech was still mostly intact. Ulquiorra had had more than five times the amount of alcohol she did, and yet the more liquor he consumed, the sharper he seemed. He became as focused and sharp as green thorns. His movements were hyper-graceful, but at the same time, almost jerky. And the strangest thing? He was glowing.
Leaning over to him, precariously close to falling of her stool, she whispered in his ear, "Ulquiorra? You're glowing. I think the barman's worried he drank too much alcohol on his... um, break. That's what it's called."
To her surprise, Ulquiorra's lips grazed her ear in return and he whispered back, "I know. Glowing is an unfortunate side effect of Espada drinking."
Orihime barely heard him. She was too proccupied by the feel of his lips on her ear. Sighing, she rested her cheek on his shoulder, her lips lightly pressed against the warm skin on his neck. Feeling curious, she lightly darted out her tongue, tasting his skin. He tasted like... apples. Green apples, not red. She wasn't at all surprised when he immediately stiffened, but she was shocked when he spun off of his chair, grabbing her hand and bringing her with him.
"Ulquiorra?" she questioned as he drew her up in position, for what she didn't know.
His reply was to place his forehead and breathe, "Baila conmigo, Princesa de Las Noches."
Orihime inhaled sharply, recalling the little Spanish Chad had taught her. Dance with me, Princess of Las Noches. With his intense green eyes only inches away from hers, the only thing Orihime could do was nod helplessly. Immediately, he drew her up until her body was placed against his, one of his hands holding hers near their faces, the other one placing light pressure on her shoulder blade. Instinctively, she put her free hand on his shoulder, her thumb pressed near his deltoid. Next second, they were dancing.
Orihime had never tangoed in her life. However, Ulquiorra was skilled enough that she didn't have to. His feet moved her, his hands led hers, his eyes told her which way to go next. Orihime was utterly dazed. She could feel his heart beating in time with her own, she could see nothing but his eyes, sucking her in and trapping her. Her nose was filled with his scent, the mixture of Spanish spices and smoke. All she could hear was his softly spoken Spanish words echoing in her head; Baila conmigo, princesa. Baila, Princesa de Las Noches... The only sense of hers that wasn't consumed by him was her taste, and strangely enough, that was the one she wanted.
Suddenly, Ulquiorra dipped her down to near the floor. Silver eyes widening, she stared at him, wishing suddenly she was looking at him, not his Gigai. He moved his hands until both of her hands were in his, and he drew her up until he had to look up to see her. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his slim waist, her burnt orange hair falling around them like a curtain.
"Mina," Ulquiorra breathed. Mine. Somehow managing to use Sonido in his Gigai, Ulquiorra took her to the cliff above the ocean.
Setting her down at his feet, Ulquiorra slowly trailed his hand up her spine, pushing harder when she arched into him, away from his hand.
"What's the matter?" he murmured. "Do you not want me to touch you?"
She bit her lip. He started to lean forward, still tracing the curve of her spine when she said, "Wait."
He paused, looking slightly surprised.
"I don't want your Gigai to kiss me. I want you to kiss me. With your tears and your white and black lips and your pale skin. I want you to kiss me."
Ulquiorra was amazed, and he had the most peculiar sensation of soaring. She wanted him. She wanted him, she wanted him! He frowned slightly. His sentences shouldn't have been that exuberant. How much had he had to drink again...? Shaking the thought out of his head, he released a burst of reiatsu, breaking out of his Gigai with an immense explosion of power. Enough power that when he came out of the Gigai, he was in Segunda Etapa.
Orihime gasped. It was Ulquiorra, but it wasn't. His eyes were now a poisonous yellow-green. He had shadowy fur crawling up his arms and legs, giving him the appearance of a gentleman gone bad. The fur on his arms almost looked like gloves, and on the fur of his legs, there were longer patches, giving him the appearance of coattails. A long tail was whipping back and forth behind him, his obsidian hair went to his waist, and his ivory horns gleamed in the light of the full moon. Broad wings stretched out behind him, blocking the starlight. His tears were thick triangles of black, a second thinner trail of tears next to the first. The image was completed by the gruesome hollow hole in his chest, right where the heart would be, a giant scar and a thick black fluid-looking substance trailed down, making it look like a weeping, open wound.
At first Orihime wanted to scream, 'This isn't you!" But then she actually looked. His eyes. They were different colors, but the expression, the expression screamed Ulquiorra, not to mention his stiff posture. So, without further ado, she leaned forward and she kissed him. He responded immediately, one taloned hand tangling in her sunset hair, the other capturing her by the waist and pulling her closer.
As strange as it was, he was an excellent kisser. His lips, so cold that they burned, softly moved hers with a gentleness she had never seen in him before. Orihime had the distinct feeling that if he hadn't been clutching her to his chest so tightly, she would have melted to the ground. This idea was only reinforced by his tongue sweeping out and licking her lower lip, quickly followed by him nibbling on her lip softly.
Unable to stop herself, Orihime gasped quietly. His tongue was cold! Ulquiorra quickly took the opportunity to invade her mouth. It was like a trigger. Before, they're kisses had been soft, but heated, and now they exploded into a lustful frenzy. Orihime was suddenly flat on her back, Ulquiorra's weight pressing her into the springy ground. He was kissing and nipping her lips, her neck, her jaw, basically anything he could reach. His long tail was slowly twining itself around her leg, spiraling around it like a snake, the pointed arrow tip tracing patterns on the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. His talons were doing the same on her ribs.
Orihime was running her hands up his chest, mildly surprised to see that the dark blood-like substance coming from his hollow hole felt like the rest of his skin, and was a part of him, just like his tears. Without thinking, she brushed her hand over his hollow hole. Ulquiorra shuddered and suddenly bit the juncture between her neck and her shoulder. Her silver eyes focusing on him, she touched the hollow hole again, putting a little more force behind the touch. This time, he actually moaned, the sound animalistic and beastly. He moved his head so he was hovering above her, his jade and topaz eyes gleaming almost balefully.
Dragging it out, Orihime slowly traced her finger on the inside of his hollow hole, finding his previous reactions intriguing. His hands tightened on her ribs, a ripple coursing down his spine, his breath quickening before he clenched his jaw shut, fighting back the moan Orihime could see threatening to rise out of his throat.
"Don't do that unless prepared to deal with the consequences," Ulquiorra snarled quietly.
"Why are you so affected?" she whispered, breathless, unable to take his warning seriously.
He lowered his head again until his lips were near her ear and breathed back, "That hole represents the heart I lost. As a reminder, all of the feelings I know that could be remotely positive are stimulated by the nerves around the rim. So everytime you touch it, all of the lust, all of the pleasure, all of the want is brought out in full force."
Ulquiorra enunciated the three words and punctuated each by tightening his tail, pressing her closer, and tugging on her ear with his sharp teeth, leaving Orihime wide eyed and breathless. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that his fur was the only thing that hid his nudity. Lifting one of his furred hands, he turned her head until her nose was brushing his, his big eyes inches from hers.
"Can you handle that, Orihime?"
Orihime squeaked. Ulquiorra's eyes flashed with amusement and he stood up. Orihime stayed on the ground, a late blush filling her cheeks, paralyzed with shock. Ulquiorra stepped into his Gigai and gently lifted her. Orihime's only reaction was to loll her head to stare at him with her huge deer eyes.
"You're not ready," he told her. "Come. It's late and you will probably wake up early again. I, for one, would like to sleep longer than two hours."
As he spoke, his tone slowly morphed into it's regular emotionless. Orihime wasn't offended. He was just done for the night. She was surprised he had managed to show emotion for as long as he had. Maybe that alcohol had effected him more than she had first thought.
As she nuzzled into his chest, enjoying the feel of his arms, even if he was in the Gigai, she found her only wish was that she would remember this in the morning.
The Eighth Intermission- The Reveal
"Well, Gin? What happened? How was their first night on the bar?" Aizen asked through the Garganta broadcast that Starrk had so kindly summoned for him.
Gin smirked.
"It went really, really well, Aizen."
Aizen smiled back.
"Oh? And how well is really well?"
"It was a li'l awkward a' first, which is understandable, but after they both got a li'l drunk, it went well."
Gin stopped, unable to speak through his giant smile.
"I want details!" Grimmjow yelled from somewhere in the background.
Gin looked at Aizen questioningly. Aizen shrugged and said, "They all found out and became very curious. They started a childish bet. I didn't have the heart to ruin their fun."
Gin's smile turned sly.
"Oh? What did you bet on?"
Aizen looked down in a mockery of shame.
"You caught me. I bet they would come back and we would not see, but most definitely hear them for at least a week."
Gin started chuckling and said, "Ten dollars on two weeks."
"That's not fair!" Nnoitra shouted in the background. "You know stuff we don't!"
"Not for long," Aizen told him. "Gin? Your report?"
"Well, after they got suitably drunk, Hime got apparently curious about how Ulqui tasted, which led ta him talkin' ta her in Spanish, which led ta 'em doing a very hot dance. When'd Ulqui learn to dance, Aizen?"
Aizen shrugged and waved impatiently for him to continue.
"Anyway, after the dance finished, Ulqui somehow managed to use Sonido an' took her out of the bar. I managed to stay out of their business fer about five seconds, but when I felt a burst a' reiatsu, I ran over."
He stopped, smirk growing wide again.
"Hurry up!" Szayel screeched. "I'm goin', keep your lacy, pink panties on, jeez. Anyway, I get there and Ulqui was in Resureccion, but it looked different from the one he showed ya."
"Oh?" Aizen said, but before he could say anything else, all the Espada, including Hallibel and Starrk, yelled, "So? Say what happened!"
"Dammit!" Grimmjow added unnecessarily. Smirking, Gin obliged.
