UlquiGrimm. Why? Because it's sexy. And slightly sadistic so you have been warned. I hope Ulquiorra is emo enough
Desire.
Such a raw and hungry emotion. Unsatisfied, unlimited and unpredictable. How I despise it. It sickens me. As much as humans sicken me. But then again it is a human flaw. A flaw that makes them weak and helpless. And completely trash.
I, Ulquiorra Schiffer, would never be reduced to feel that way about anything. To feel desire is to want. To want is to depend. And to depend is to be weak.
The world is full of temptations of course. Your friends are a temptation as well. That is why Ichigo is weak. His desire to protect his friends is his weakness. It is why he will never win against Aizen-sama.
He has taught us well Aizen-sama. He said I embodied coldness, emptiness, nihilism. I do not feel anything hence I am advanced for most Espada's. An Espada, though a Hollow, is still partially human. They can still feel. They can feel anger, hurt, happiness, love and so many more disgusting emotions. But I, I am free from that shackle. And I am grateful. Without any feel, any desire, I have no bounds. I have no limit.
It is why Aizen-sama assigns me to most of the missions. He knows I will not succumb to my needs and disobey him. What imbecile would dare betray him? Again, it is a sign of feebleness to go against your master. You rebel because you feel the desire to be free. But you do not realize that by learning from him and obeying him, you are becoming more powerful than you have ever been in your life. Aizen-sama is a vessel of knowledge and power. If you dare go against him you are digging your own grave.
'Ulquiorra, you will be conducting a very important mission today,' Aizen-sama said demurely as he sat perched on his magnificent throne. I bowed stiffly. And then rang that insufferable laugh. The laugh, no matter how much self control I had, always had my blood boiling and my fingers flexing to end that sound.
'Ulquiorra must enjoy being your bitch, Aizen-sama ,' rang a jeering voice. I didn't need to see who was the buffoon insulting me and my master. Aizen-sama will deal with him as he always dealt with him.
'Grimmjow, he is far more loyal so forgive me if he has more fun than the rest of you,' Aizen-sama continued in his amused tone. Grimmjow Jaeguerjacques can be quite amusing I suppose. With his brash actions and even brasher words.
'Che,' Grimmjow sneered from his perch and I heard the sound of feet alighting the floor from somewhere. 'If ya need me I'll be in my room then. This meeting is pointless as fuck as always.'
And, like always, I turned my head mechanically to watch him leave, my eyes never leaving his form until he had exited the large hall. Aizen-sama chuckled.
'Leave him be. He is miffed. You all may return to your quarters,' he ordered and lounged in his throne as we flocked to the large doors to leave.
Grimmjow Jaeguerjacques. The Sexta Espada. The crudest of them all aside from Nnoitra. He was always trying to upset our master, always trying to create a scene and perhaps get into a brawl. He irked me, his very face repulsed me and his behavior was so appalling I was surprised that Aizen-sama had not incinerated him as yet. He was a degenerate. Nothing but trash.
And yet…
His very presence heated me to my core. His face was a paradox, beautifully dangerous. And his behavior, though it made me cringe, made me want more of it. It wasn't enough to just see him and his rough mannerisms. I wanted to know if his skin felt like that too. If he tasted like that as well…
Grimmjow Jaeguerjacques made my blood boil and not because of his attitude towards Aizen-sama but because of what he did to me. He made me want to rip him to shreds. He made me want to lick his blood and savour it on my tongue. He made me want to yank his hair back just to listen to him scream. Grimmjow Jaeguerjacques made me want him and I despised him for it. He was a walking sin, a threat to Aizen-sama and his plans. A threat to my mind.
'Oye, Ulquiorra!' I cringed internally as that deep baritone rung out in the empty hall that held nothing and nobody but me. And now him.
'Quit acting like ya own the place, ya bastard,' the blue-haired demon growled as he passed me, his hands shoved deep into his hakama pockets. I clenched my hands into fists in my own pockets. He was trash, I should just ignore him.
'No need to get so riled up, Grimmjow,' I said coolly and started walking behind him. I was not following him. He was merely heading in the direction of my own quarters.
'Tch, I can do whatever the fuck I want,' he jeered and took a left at a fork. I should have taken a right. My quarters were in that hall. But my eyes were fixed on the back of his head. And I couldn't stop myself for fear of that tantalizing sight disappearing. How many times would I be able to see that again anyways?
'You shouldn't rebel so much, Grimmjow,' I continued to lecture him, though my thoughts were far, far away and my eyes glued to the blueness of his mane as it brushed the back of his neck. How I wanted to tangle my hand in those locks. 'It might just lead you to trouble.'
'Ha!' he barked a laugh, oblivious that I was getting closer and closer to him. 'I'm not a pussy! I ain't afraid of getting shaken up! It helps makes ya stronger!'
'Is that so?' I whispered, now so close to the Espada I was speaking directly into his ear. He realized that too and suddenly turned around to face me while simultaneously jumping back.
'What the fuck, Ulquiorra, fucking personal space here!' he snarled and balled his hands into fists, his shoulders tensing as he eyed me warily. I wasn't worried. At least he wasn't as idiotic as he acted. But he should realize that pitiful trash like him couldn't measure up to me in a fight.
'What are you so afraid of, Grimmjow, I am merely conversing with you,' I murmured and stared emotionlessly at him. He was acting quite childishly actually. I wonder if he could hear the strange buzzing in my head that was urging me to attack him with abandon.
He ground his teeth furiously, obviously realizing that I was mocking him. I suppose I was. But it was not for the sake of riling him up. There was a tight ball of animalistic desire clenched in my chest and it was being wound tighter and tighter with every second spent in the Sexta's presence.
'Out with it, Ulquiorra, say what ya wanna say and leave me the fuck alone!' Grimmjow snapped, his body set to attack mode. I sighed, pitying him and his degenerated mind.
'You are simply trash, Grimmjow Jaeguerjacques,' I said calmly and turned to walk away. I wasn't going to give in to my temptation. I was not going to let that human flaw control me and my service to Aizen-sama. I was above that.
My ears suddenly flexed as I heard something swing towards me at a fast rate. Acting upon my reflexes, I sonidoed away and behind the culprit. Grimmjow cried out in alarm and then hissed in pain as I grabbed his neck to pin him to the wall. I flexed my fingers experimentally and realized that my desire of wanting to run my hand through his hair had come true. I licked my lips unexpectedly.
Desire.
To desire was a sign of weakness. To want something was a sign of weakness. To give in to them was a sign of weakness. And yet here I was pressing my body hungrily against the Sexta's, moving my hand higher into his hair and yanking it back harshly. He cried out in pain as I tugged even harder on those blue locks and saw how his hands lain next to his face on the wall were curling into fists.
'What…' Grimmjow gasped and his eyes widened as I trailed my tongue along the back of his neck. 'The fuck are you doing?'
I paused in my ministrations and suddenly turned him around to face me. We were so close I could see the flecks of indigo in his eyes. It didn't help the strange feeling stirring in my nether regions.
I didn't bother answering him. He didn't deserve an answer, worthless trash. I just lightly dragged my nails down his chest starting at his collarbone. His eyes widened and he yelped in pain as I increased the pressure on my nails grazing his bare chest to leave angry red trails. I stopped at his hakama. Then I tugged lightly at his obi. I could see he was frozen and didn't know what to do. What could he have done? It was probably the first time he was in a situation like this. But if he knew what I was planning for him he wouldn't stand there like a buffoon and let me have my way. Desire is poisonous.
Once his obi had fallen to the ground, his hakama now hung loosely about his waist just waiting to drop down and reveal the Sexta completely to my eyes. I leaned forward to kiss his neck. The sudden action made him flinch, causing his hakama to finally drop to the floor.
I continued to lave at his neck like a starved animal. I suppose I was a starved animal. It was not everyday I had the chance to taste something as exquisite and as sinful as the moaning man underneath me.
He was so pathetic, whining and keening like a helpless pup. He could have thrown me off and run. But if he had I would probably have ceroed his head off despite Aizen-sama's warning of me using my specific Cero within Las Noches. At least I would have rid myself of my weakness.
'You're making too much noise,' I finally said bluntly and pinched his nipples harshly. He gasped loudly and arched his back, rubbing his body against mine so that my nerves skyrocketed. His voice, his touch, his struggling just made me want to hurt him even more. I wanted more of him. I wanted him so much that I wanted to meld my body with his.
I bent down to grab his obi and, tearing off a strip, proceeded to wrap it securely around his mouth. He yelped again and tried to fight me off. How absolutely pathetic of him. Fighting like a feeble brat and against a superior. He was two ranks below me. He should be honored that I even considered to show him any attention. In fact, he doesn't deserve any humanity from me either. But then, do I even know what humanity is?
He suddenly grabbed both my hands in his as they tied a knot behind his head. It didn't stop me from finishing tying and once I did, I looked into his eyes. His smoldering animalistic eyes as they glared bloody murder at me. He physically demonstrated his hate by digging his sharp nails into my flesh. I could feel them break the skin and warm blood oozed out. But eventually, my wounds will heal. I knew that. He knew that. But he did it all the same. Because he was an animal.
I could tell he wanted to scream. I suppose I did him a favour by placing a cloth across his mouth. If he didn't have that to bite he would have bitten his tongue off. I wasn't exactly being gentle on him.
I thrust in dry and his head shot up to the ceiling, his eyes widening so far I thought they would pop out. It wasn't comfortable at first. He kept clawing at me, trying to push me away. Ugh. Pitiful. I suppose it was because I was making him bleed now. I could feel my shaft getting wet but I didn't bother to investigate. It was acting as a good lubricant. Besides, I was getting close and anything he did would be a hindrance from my mission.
I paused for a second. My mission? Was it the mission Aizen-sama gave me or something else?
He was breathing heavily now. He hefted his arms and draped them around my shoulders as he lifted his head up. I could see tears pricking the corner of his eyes and his cheeks were flushed. He looked so weak and…defeated. It was annoying.
I grabbed the underside of his knees to press him up higher against the wall as I thrust harder into his tight entrance. He bunched his hands in the fabric of my uniform and I could distinctly hear a muffled scream from behind the gag. Each scream blended into the other as I began to shove in and out of him in a frenzy.
Yes, he was a hindrance to my mission. If I wasn't doing this right now he would have clouded my mind throughout the mission Aizen-sama had given me. I would have been distracted. If I had gone to my room, the thought of him would have followed me there and never left me. He never left me. He was always there. His very presence mocked me. His smell, his color, his voice, his appearance, his skin. They mocked me and urged me to try them. He was a walking sin. Yes, if I didn't do what I was doing right now, he would have been my undoing. He would have made me succumb to my desire. Grimmjow Jaeguerjacque would have been my weakness. And I could not allow that.
He was fighting me in the beginning, clawing and screaming as loud as his gag would let him. But once he started bleeding, he realized I was not going to stop even if it killed him. So now he tried to escape. It was becoming tiresome pinning him to the wall. So I let us slide slowly to the floor, with each slip I pushed in deeper, harder. The tears that clung to his eyes now fell as droplets, leaving streaks down his face. I didn't flinch. I didn't even bother looking at his face as well. Instead, I just focused on the wall, his head resting on my shoulder and my hands placed on either side of his hips. The only way I could tell how he was feeling was by his legs.
His bothersome long legs were either quivering or pushing against the floor as if he was trying to run into the wall. I suppose when one is in such an alien situation that frightened them they would want to escape no matter how pathetic they looked trying. Because they knew it was impossible.
When I finally reached my climax, the only sense I felt (because I doubt I can feel an emotion for anything) was the sense of being emptied. In a second, that angry, animalistic need had vanished from my system. Grimmjow let out a shuddering breath as he felt my semen coat his walls. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and screamed. Nobody could hear it of course. But the way his chest constricted when he did I knew he was feeling the worst pain anyone could ever feel: the pain of humiliation and violation.
I placed a hand on that very tight chest and pushed. Hard. So hard that he collided with the wall roughly. I didn't blink. I simply rearranged my hakama, shoved my hands into my pockets and walked off to my quarters, leaving him there.
I entered my room and sat on my bed. I sat there for a while. Aizen-sama did not specify when I had to leave for my mission. But I suppose I should now. I had stayed in my room long enough though I don't know why. To think over my actions? Hardly. I didn't think about them once and what they must have meant. And that oaf didn't even come here as I expected him to. I suppose I was waiting for just that. For him to barge in and challenge me to a fight which I would then refuse while he insisted. But that didn't happen. He never came.
I sighed and rose from my bed. For some reason, as I left my room, I made my way towards the lower Espada's corridor. The corridor where I had taken the Sexta. Of course I didn't expect to find him there. Why in the world would he just sit around over there?
It was empty. Just as I expected it to be. I should go on with my mission now. Before I turned, I spotted it. That red stain on the floor. Blood. Grimmjow's blood. I wasn't hallucinating. It was there. And of all the things that happened, that sight made me flinch.
It was a sign of my weakness. That I had given in to my desire and done something completely against my code. It was a sign that Grimmjow Jaeguerjacque, a lower ranked Espada, had turned me against my very ethics. It made me cringe. It made me furious. And it made me vulnerable.
Desire.
Such a raw and hungry emotion. And oh so cruel…
This came out a little messed up but I was trying to portray how sometimes, that being a stickler for the rules and how someone should act properly, can actually be dangerous. It can actually consume you and transpire into something horrible that you end up hurting everyone around you. *shudder* now I'm scared of rules…
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I'm working on another one. Something about demons and priests and NO did not get the idea from the new movie 'Priest' XD
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