This is the second to last chapter of the story. If Ulquiorra's feelings don't add up the all will be revealed next chapter. I don't own any of the characters, I only own the story. Enjoy!
What should I do?
Grimmjow is currently on the other side of the door, yelling every word under the sun.
"Ulquiorra! Open the fucking door!" Grimmjow screams at me, again.
"No!" I hurl back; the last thing that is happening today is letting Grimmjow come into my home where he can take advantage of me.
"Why won't you let me in?" Grimmjow continues. "I only want to talk to you. Please, just give me a chance to explain myself."
"Why should I give you another chance?" I enquire. Releasing my hold on the door ever so slightly.
"Because I know, deep down, that you still like me."
"If iI still liked you I wouldn't have slept with the Grantz brothers and I wouldn't be holding the door to keep you out of my house."
"You have a point there. But, all I did was make one mistake. You would throw away two years because of one mistake?" Grimmjow asks; trying to coax me into opening the door for him.
"And your life is so difficult because of it. I wasn't the one who cheated, so you were the one who threw away the rest of our relationship." I snap back at him.
He is not pinning this on me.
"Don't you think I feel bad enough as it is without you telling me?"
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and stop trying to put the blame on me. You are not helping the situation you are in." I spit at him; his foolish behaviour only serving to anger me.
"Oh forget it." I hear him whisper. "Open this fucking door or I will go after that dude who was just in your house, and I will beat him to a bloody pulp. You seemed close with him, so would you want to see him end up dead?"
A gasp comes quickly from my mouth at Grimmjow's suggestive words. The scary thing is that he sounded serious.
"Okay." I mumble defensively, slowly moving to open the door. "Just please don't do anything." I open the door, trying not to appear scared when I am greeted by Grimmjow, who is surprisingly sad looking. He has faint black bags underneath his eyes; evidence of a lack of sleep. He wasn't wearing his usual clothing. Instead he is wearing loose jogging bottoms, a plain white t-shirt with a grey hoody over the top. Before I could say anything on his clothing choice, he gently wraps his arms around me. As if confirming that it is actually me, he tightens his hold on me until I can't feel my arms.
"I've missed you." He whispers; warms tears landing on my bare shoulder.
"It's only been a week." I whisper back. My arms hanging loosely at my side.
"A week seems like forever. I never want to let you go again." He states; putting his lips to the bridge between my shoulder and my neck.
Pushing him away a bit, I say, "You haven't won those privileges." Before turning away and taking a deep breath to steady myself. Walking to the sitting room, I motion for Grimmjow to sit on the sofa next to me. Grimmjow hesitates for a moment before taking a seat. His demeanour coming across as very awkward.
"What do you want, Grimmjow?" I start the conversation off with the most obvious question; but it must be asked... And answered.
Taking a minute to get comfortable, Grimmjow replies, "You know what I'm here for."
"Yes, well your not getting anything unless you can prove why I should take you back." This makes him look away; hurt flashing across his weary features. "You want to ask me something, go ahead." Me crossing my legs and leaning back to get comfortable for the onslaught of stupid questions.
"Well." The man starts. "Who was that man and why was he here?"
Typical.
"He was an ex who had just come back from modelling in America. He wanted to visit me because we hadn't spoken in almost five years." I raise an eyebrow after I finish answering. "Are you going to believe what I say?"
"I do believe you, Ulquiorra." He replies on a sigh. "Why did you run away?"
"Because you were holding me against my will and you put a fucking tattoo on my back. Not to mention the fact that Starrk was at your house. Why do you think I would stay?"
"Fair point." Grimmjow's words sounding agreeable; drawing a surprised look from me at his cooperativeness. "Why didn't you answer my phone calls?"
"I wasn't here to answer them. I was out at the shops and when I got back I had twenty missed calls from you." I laugh a bit; saying it out loud makes it seem so stupid.
Grimmjow laughs as well, "Okay. I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Ulquiorra."
"I was just about to say that it is okay, but then again you still did something wrong."
"I know I did. And I wish I could take it back, but I can't. I just wish that there is something I could do for you to forgive me."
"I'm unsure on that one as well. I could forgive you, but the fear of you doing it again would always be in the back of my mind." I stare at the floor; finding it hard to face the stunning man beside me. Moving, suddenly, onto the same sofa as me, Grimmjow takes my hands in his and holds them tight so I can't get away.
"Ulquiorra." He starts. "Can you please take me back. I promise that I will be with you and only you. I won't love anyone as much as you. I am so sorry for what I have done to you and I regret every second of it. I have been crazy over the last few weeks and the only way to change that is for you to take me back. Please, I'm begging you."
I just sit there staring at the stranger in front of me. His pleading taking me by surprise for he has never done it before.
"First of all, that was really cheesy so don't say anything like that again. Second of all, you aren't the only one who has gone crazy. And thirdly, don't ever beg for something again, because frankly, it is terrifying." This seems to straighten him out, because he lets go of my hands and proceeds to lean back on the sofa and sigh, for the hundredth time. "Okay."
Grimmjow narrows his eyes and turns his head in my direction. "What?"
"I said okay."
"To what?"
"Us. I will give you a second chance. But that is all you are getting."
His beautiful, previously, lifeless eyes light up as he gets up to move over to me. Before he can get anywhere, I push him back onto the sofa before straddling his hips. Leaning down I whisper, "I can't wait for you anymore." Pressing my lips into his, we fight each other for dominance; Grimmjow's tongue exploring the entirety of my mouth with a newfound hunger.
"Ulquiorra." Grimmjow moans; his hands exploring my bare chest before gripping, roughly, onto my hips. Him moving my body so that I am grinding against his, already, rock hard erection. Wasting no time, I grip the collar of his shirt and rip it open. Taking off his hoody and the remains of his shirt, I move onto pulling off his jogging bottoms. Lifting my body up, so that I can pull his trousers down, Grimmjow unbuttons my jeans and slides them over my hips. He then attempts to turn me over so that he can rip them off, but I stop him. Getting up, I manoeuvre the jeans over my ass and the down my legs, leaving them to pile on the floor before climbing back on top of Grimmjow.
After a while, of making out with each other, I grab Grimmjow's hand and place his fingers in my mouth. I suck on his them until they are fully coated in my saliva. Pulling his fingers out of my mouth, Grimmjow guides the two of his fingers, to my entrance, and pushes them inside of me. Not being penetrated for week meant that it hurt to begin with, but my body slowly relaxes and I adjust to his fingers as he starts to pump them in and out at a pleasurable pace. Growing impatient, I wet my own fingers and rub them up and down Grimmjow's cock. Satisfied that his cock is wet enough, I pull Grimmjow's fingers out of me and then guide my body down onto his cock; his hard length drawing loud moans from the both of us as I start to ride him.
"Ulquiorra." Grimmjow moans again. The blue haired man suddenly grips tightly on my hips, to hold me in place, as he wantonly thrusts deep inside of me; taking my body as if he will never have it again.
"Grimmjow. I'm going to cum." I breath between his thrusts. The build up coming quickly, causing my own erection to throb painfully.
"Me too." He moans through clenched teeth. Before I know it, a flash of white appears in my vision, when I orgasm, I contort with tremendous amounts pleasure; causing me to grip tightly around Grimmjow's neck. Pulling me down, sharply, one last time onto his cock, Grimmjow empties his warm liquid inside of me; us both flopping onto the sofa, as we ride out the last waves of our orgasm.
"Wow." Pants Grimmjow; his chest heaving up and down in an attempt to get some air. "I thought that sex with you wouldn't get any better. And I was wrong."
I turn to look at him, a frown planted on my face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Laughing he replies, "That was meant as a compliment." Grimmjow rolls over before climbing on top of me and lifting my legs over his shoulders. "Now... You ready for round two?" Biting my lip, I nod my head; signalling Grimmjow to, once again, enter my body.
Time for another long night.
(Grimmjow's POV)
I'm so happy right now. I couldn't be more happy. I am sleeping in Ulquiorra's bed. I never thought that this day would come again, but here it is. And I'm loving it.
Rolling onto my side, I peer at the stunning black haired man next to me. His pale skin slightly shining from the light in the hallway; his slender, yet muscular, chest moving up and down in time with the peaceful sounds of his breathing.
I could watch him for hours.
After a few minutes of staring contently at the smaller man next to me, I wrap my tanned arms around his waist and his shoulders, before pulling his limp body into mine. My mind almost afraid that he will be lost again if I don't hold him tightly. Feeling Ulquiorra stir in my grasp, I smile down at him before kissing his forehead.
I am so lucky. I don't deserve you, Ulquiorra.
Kissing his forehead again, I get up from the bed and walk down the lit hallway towards the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from one of the cupboards, I turn on the tap and fill the glass with cold water; turning the tap off when the water is almost to the top. Taking a huge gulp of water, I stroll over to the pile of clothes that were left near the sofa, place my glass on the coffee table and pick up my jogging bottoms; fishing around in the back pocket before pulling out my phone. Turning it on, I notice a few text messages from Starrk. Typing in the passcode for the phone, I go onto my messages and read the texts from Starrk.
Grimmjow, has everything gone alright with Ulquiorra?
Because you aren't answering, everything is probably okay. Just thought I should let you know that I left your apartment key in the plant pot outside your front door. I will be over tomorrow at around 8:30am to pick up that stuff that you wanted me to have.
Coming over in an hour. Knowing you, you wouldn't be home so I just thought I would let you know I'm heading over. See ya some other time.
"He's fucking annoying sometimes." I mutter to myself; pressing the symbol to call Starrk.
"Hello?" Speaks Starrk, after the phone rang three times.
"Starrk. Sorry I'm not going to be there." I grin to myself.
"Oh that's okay. How is everything on your end?"
"Things are great actually. But you don't need the details." Laughing a bit at my own comment.
Laughing as well Starrk says, "Why did you call me?"
"I wanted to tell you that you can forget coming over today, I will send you the items that you want later on in the week, so you don't have to worry about making a journey to mine."
"Thanks, Grimmjow. You saved me a lot of trouble, actually, because my sister wants me to go to her stupid school performance. I told her no because I was going to yours but now I can go, which she will be happy about."
"It's no problem, man. See ya later."
"Who is that?" Comes a quiet voice from behind me. Turning around, I spot Ulquiorra standing there, with a sheet wrapped around him; his hair a little messy from sleeping. He looked really, really sexy.
"Uh." Is all I can say. Me standing their with the phone pressed against my ear and Starrk yelling at me down the phone. Walking over to me, a dark expression on his face, Ulquiorra grabs my phone. "Who is this?" He asks Starrk. Not being able to hear what Starrk is saying I look down trying to avoid contact with Ulquiorra's eyes when he finds out who he is.
"I don't care what your excuses are. Leave Grimmjow alone and if I find you talking to him again, I will come a beat your ass until I have you begging me to stop." Ulquiorra yells; ending the call with Starrk and grabbing me by the wrist; dragging me back to the bedroom. I look at the back of his head, in surprise. Me not expecting this reaction from him. Once inside Ulquiorra's bedroom, he lets go of my wrist and turns abruptly towards me; letting the sheet fall into a pile around his feet.
Breath-taking.
"Do you want this, Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra asks; his expression stoic.
"Yes." I claim, my eyes burning at the sight before me.
"Then only look at me. Never look at another man like you look at me." His eyes light up at the thought. His demand drawing out newfound desperation from deep within him, displayed on his unforgiving features.
"I promise." I whisper, seductively. Taking his lips with my own, my hunger for him feeding a dark temptation, brought out by this amazing man.
I'll do anything for him.
The next chapter will be the final one. Thank you for reading.