Chapter 10! Longer and in a more timely fashion.
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Warnings: language, yaoi
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Chapter Ten
Nnoitra had given his actions careful consideration, which was rare for him. Just because everyone else in Las Noches suspected that Grimmjow wanted to fuck Ulquiorra didn't necessarily mean that Ulquiorra had the same suspicions or that he understood the intensity of Grimmjow's desire. Although Nnoitra was pretty sure that he himself had informed the little shit that the sexta wanted to fuck him—but Ulquiorra probably hadn't believed him. In light of recent events, he was certain that the cuatro just needed to be re-informed. In a discreet manner.
He slung his zanpakuto over his shoulder and wandered in the direction he was certain Ulquiorra had gone. Sure enough, as he turned the corner, he caught sight of the cuatro's petite frame about twenty meters in front of him. He also didn't miss the five or so others who happened to be passing through the same corridor.
"Yo! Ulquiorra!"
The cuatro froze and turned to fix Nnoitra with a frigid glare. It was the most emotion the quinto had seen the small Espada express outside the bedroom.
"Nnoitra." To someone who didn't have sexual encounters with the cuatro on a regular basis, the voice might have sounded even. But to Nnoitra, the annoyance was obvious. And it only made him grin wider as he sauntered toward his superior.
If he could have hand-picked a group of people to overhear their conversation, he couldn't have made any better selections than the current witnesses. Three of Grimmjow's own Fracción were loitering only a few meters from Ulquiorra. The fat one didn't seem like the talkative type, but the slender blonde and the short guy with the fucked up teeth looked like gossipy little shits. Even better, standing not far from the blonde was Szayel Aporro Granz, amber eyes flicking back and forth between the quinto and Ulquiorra and hiding a devilish smirk behind a white-gloved hand. But the icing on the cake was lingering at the end of the hall; the trustworthy tight-lipped Gin Ichimaru standing next to Grimmjow's best friend Kaname Tosen. Nnoitra didn't remember the last time he felt this happy when he wasn't either killing or fucking someone.
He stopped less than a foot away from Ulquiorra and grinned down at the cuatro. To his amusement, Ulquiorra actually looked a little apprehensive. He almost didn't go through with it. Almost.
"You know, Grimmjow really wants you to fuck him," he said, in a louder than necessary voice. Despite his limited vision, he didn't have to break the shorter Espada's gaze to notice the exasperated expressions on the Fracción's faces or Szayel's lewd grin. He didn't trust himself to look at Gin and Tosen.
He really hoped Ulquiorra would attack him. He was more than a little disappointed when his statement didn't get the slightest rise out of the cuatro. The fucking expressionless eyes never even blinked. Well, he should have expected as much.
"Vulgar trash." And then the petite Espada turned on his heel and proceeded down the corridor at a swift—but not obviously swift—pace, his coat tails billowing behind him, not even sparing a glance at the lower-ranked Arrancar and only nodding curtly in the direction of the former soul reapers. Feigning ignorance was the cuatro's best option, Nnoitra supposed. Vulgar trash? That's not what you'll be saying later, bitch. He flashed a wicked grin at Szayel before turning and heading in the opposite direction.
His good deed was done.
. . . . .
Ulquiorra walked in on them again. He knew Nnoitra and Grimmjow didn't exactly schedule their trysts, but once and awhile, it would be nice to find out sooner than the first abnormal spike of energy. As he locked the door, he was slightly surprised to find Nnoitra and Grimmjow seated on the bed, completely wrapped in each other's arms, mouths open and pressed together in a violent kiss, and the quinto impaled on Grimmjow's cock. He froze, his mouth going dry, eyes widening as they took in Nnoitra's long legs wrapped around the other Espada's waist. When Grimmjow began rocking his hips forward sharply, Ulquiorra couldn't tell which of his subordinates was suddenly moaning heatedly into the kiss. He couldn't bring himself to move. There was something so intensely intimate about their actions, and he was hesitant to interrupt.
Leaning back against the door, he continued to stare at the act in progress, the rapid rush of blood to his cock leaving him feeling a little light-headed. He wondered fleetingly how the sexta had convinced Nnoitra to be on the receiving end. He decided he was probably better off not knowing. They were both moaning now, but the muffled sounds didn't drown out the harsh slap of skin on skin as the taller Espada met each of Grimmjow's frenzied thrusts. So transfixed by the steady rhythm, Ulquiorra wasn't conscious of his own hand moving to fondle the obvious bulge in his hakama. His subordinates' kiss was taking on a desperate edge. Grimmjow's hands fisted in the soft, black hair as Nnoitra's fingers raked savagely up the sexta's back.
Ulquiorra tightened his grip around his clothed erection as the quinto arched into a particularly violent thrust. From across the room, he could see the long, engorged cock twitch as Grimmjow rammed repeatedly into the taller Espada's prostate. Fuck. Resting his full weight against the door, Ulquiorra rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock through his hakama, dampening the fabric with precum. His pulse hammered. He watched through foggy, lidded eyes as Grimmjow's hands trailed up and down Nnoitra's back, fingers occasionally digging into the quinto's skin. Clutching his superior tightly, the blue-haired Espada slowly pulled his erection all the way out before brutally sheathing it again in one thrust. At that point, Nnoitra broke the kiss.
"Oh, fuck!" he shouted."Fuck, Grimmjow!"
Ulquiorra moaned. He didn't mean to. But the expression of pure ecstasy on Nnoitra's face was just too much. Heads turned and all three lust-clouded eyes settled on his face, as if noticing him for the first time. Grimmjow slowed the movement of his hips. For several long seconds, the only sound in the room was the quinto's ragged breathing. Ulquiorra's eyes followed Grimmjow's hands as they slid down Nnoitra's lean back to harshly grip the tight ass. The sexta's cock slid farther inside, and Ulquiorra let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"The fuck are you waiting for?" Grimmjow growled.
Slightly annoyed that he was allowing his subordinate to goad him into action, Ulquiorra sonidoed to the bed as Grimmjow resumed pounding into the higher ranked Espada. Now that they were no longer wrapped in a tight embrace, Ulquiorra didn't feel so much like he was interfering in something private. Perching behind Nnoitra, he snaked a hand in between the two hot, sweaty bodies and roughly gripped the straining erection. He felt his subordinate's cock twitch as he squeezed. Hard. The quinto tossed his head back with a fervent moan, and Grimmjow immediately began nipping at the exposed neck. Pressing his torso against Nnoitra's back, Ulquiorra slipped his other hand around his subordinate's waist and cupped it over the head of his cock, smearing the gathering precum. The tall Espada arched into the gentle touch and began bucking his hips, thrusting into the cuatro's tight grip and rocking back against Grimmjow's erection.
Ulquiorra didn't object when Nnoitra suddenly urgently tugged both hands away from his leaking cock. He could only watch in stunned silence as the quinto roughly shoved Grimmjow flat on his back, pinning his shoulders to the bed, and proceeded to violently fuck himself on his subordinate's erection. Trying not to show his surprise, Ulquiorra immediately wrapped an arm around the slim waist, again taking hold of the engorged length. He began pumping rapidly as Grimmjow did his best to thrust up into the hot passage. The long erection hardened even more in his grasp, and Ulquiorra found himself again pressed against Nnoitra's back as the quinto was pushed to the edge. He pressed his lips lightly against his subordinate's spine and then ran a slow lick along a sharp shoulder blade, before easing his hips forward enough to rub his clothed erection against Nnoitra's back.
Knowing how turned-on the cuatro was pushed Nnoitra over the brink. So did the thick cock pistoning in and out of his stretched passage, creating almost constant pressure against his prostate. And the soft hand firmly jerking his sensitive erection. The heat built up in his groin and finally spilled over, streaking Grimmjow's chest and stomach with ribbons of cum.
"Shit, Nnoitra," Grimmjow hissed as the stronger Espada's inner walls clenched around his cock. The quinto moaned, gripping his subordinate's shoulders tighter as warm fluid coated the inside of his raw sphincter.
Ulquiorra pulled away from Nnoitra and watched the two weaker Espada continue to roll their hips together, riding out their orgasms. The quinto finally released Grimmjow's shoulders and slumped forward, his subordinate's softening cock slipping from his entrance. Ulquiorra's erection twitched as his eyes followed the path of the fluid beginning to run down Nnoitra's thighs. He found himself fighting a sudden strange urge to lean over and lick the salty liquid from those lean thighs and that tight ass. His cock throbbed, and he sat back, heaving an imperceptible sigh of annoyance. They were kissing again. Passionately. The soft, wet sounds seemed unbearably loud, both fueling the pressure building behind his cock and making him again feel like an intruder on a private moment.
He didn't have long to feel annoyed. Seconds later, Nnoitra was on his feet and mostly dressed, leaving Grimmjow looking puzzled, a sticky mess still coating his stomach and dripping into his hollow hole. Ulquiorra stared blankly at Nnoitra, who leaned over until his face was less than an inch from the shorter Espada's, his creepy grin stretching wider than usual.
"He's all yours," he said conspiratorially. Just loud enough for the sexta to hear. Shrugging into his jacket, he flashed a wicked smile at Grimmjow before smoothly strolling to the door. Ulquiorra watched him leave before turning back to Grimmjow.
The intensely blue eyes flicked from the cuatro's face to the tented hakama. And back to the delicate face, taking in the seemingly morose expression. He knew he needed to act quickly. After hastily wiping his stomach with the corner of the sheet, Grimmjow sat up and reached for Ulquiorra. As if drawn toward his subordinate, the shorter Espada leaned forward, hands firmly gripping the sexta's shoulders, parted lips connecting softly with Grimmjow's in a kiss that promptly melted into two or three. Tan hands held slim hips, thumbs rubbing small circles where the bones were close to the surface. Grimmjow slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of Ulquiorra's jacket, lightly caressing the pale skin with his fingertips. He ran his tongue along the cuatro's lower lip and moaned when the higher ranked Espada responded immediately, slipping his own small tongue into Grimmjow's mouth.
Keeping his lips locked with his subordinate's, Ulquiorra leaned back enough to allow the sexta to unzip his jacket and tug it from his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, suppressing a shudder as a finger lightly traced the number on his chest before grazing the hardened nipple. He spread his legs and rolled his hips forward, rubbing his leaking, still clothed erection against Grimmjow's now half-hard cock, savoring the muffled groan from the taller Espada. Warm hands returned to his hips, fumbling with the black sash in an effort to loosen his hakama. But before the offending garment could fall from his petite frame, the sexta's fingers wandered to the front, beginning to tease and play with the oversensitive member through the fabric. Ulquiorra gasped, pulling away from his subordinate's inviting lips, as he allowed himself to be fondled. Arching into the gentle strokes and light tugs, he slowly closed his eyes, mind going blank with bliss as Grimmjow seized the opportunity to initiate another long, wet kiss. The cuatro's cock jumped when the nimble fingers worked their way inside his hakama, brushing his achingly hard flesh before wrapping around the hot length.
The rough grip on his shoulders tightened as Grimmjow began slowly pumping the other Espada's erection, his own cock again almost completely hard. Wrapping his other arm around Ulquiorra's slender shoulders, he gently bit down on the cuatro's lower lip and sucked. With a barely audible moan, Ulquiorra bucked his hips, thrusting into the warmth of Grimmjow's hand. The blue eyes cracked open enough to see his superior's lust-filled expression. There was no holding back.
With a last quick kiss, Grimmjow sat up. Both pairs of hands instantly reached for the hakama, and within seconds, Ulquiorra found himself naked and pressed against the sexta, hands roving uncontrollably over his muscular body, rubbing and squeezing and stroking. He shoved Grimmjow back against the bed, barely registering the startled expression before mounting his subordinate and passionately crashing their lips together. His tongue delved into his subordinate's mouth as rough hands slid down his sides and firmly over his hips to rather harshly grip his ass. He fisted both hands in Grimmjow's soft hair as the taller Espada slowly rubbed their erections together. Ulquiorra's vision blurred as white hot pleasure coursed through his veins and settled behind his cock.
Grimmjow's talented tongue tangled frantically with Ulquiorra's as he kneaded the tight ass, fingers slipping closer and closer to the cuatro's entrance. At first he thought the stronger Espada hadn't noticed. The green eyes barely cracked open as the pad of a finger traced around the circumference of his tight opening. Fuck, he wanted to be inside Ulquiorra so badly. When he teasingly trailed a fingertip along the smaller Espada's perineum, he didn't even register that his own moan was louder than Ulquiorra's.
So Grimmjow thought he would be topping? Surely the weaker Espada wasn't foolish enough to think he would be the dominant partner twice in the same day? Although Ulquiorra had to admit, the ministrations around his entrance felt unbelievable, increasing the molten pressure behind his cock. The cuatro knew his subordinate was good. But he was better. He deepened the kiss, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. He would have to rid the sexta of his delusions as quickly as possible.
An electric blue eye fluttered open at the harsh snap of the lube being uncapped, only to fall shut in bliss as a soft hand ghosted down his abs and wrapped gently around his arousal. The small tongue slid sensually against his, and Grimmjow tightened his grip on the deliciously firm ass. The cuatro's thumb swirled around the oversensitive head of his cock, making his vision explode in whiteness and his head grow a little foggier. The thumb pushed gingerly against the leaking slit. He moaned quietly. Soft lips pressed gently against his, and he responded eagerly. He barely felt the slippery finger lightly trailing against his entrance until it quickly wiggled all the way inside.
Ulquiorra pulled back as his subordinate gasped and arched away from the sudden intrusion. He swirled his finger inside the tense passage and nipped at the lower lip before trailing light kisses down the sexta's throat and sternum. Ulquiorra briefly studied the rapid rise and fall of the muscular chest before quickly flicking his tongue against a pert nipple and slipping another digit inside his squirming subordinate. He carefully scissored his fingers before curling them, pressing insistently against the weaker Espada's prostate. Grimmjow bucked his hips, and Ulquiorra had to let go of the thick erection to wrap his arm beneath the sexta's back. Strong fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked the nipple between his teeth and bit down gently. He continued to rub the sensitive gland, his own cock throbbing at the way his subordinate moaned and spread his legs farther apart.
Ulquiorra swirled the tip of his tongue around the reddened nipple and risked a glance at Grimmjow's face. His eyes were closed tightly, lips parted, a slight blush visible across his left cheek. To stop himself from actually moaning, Ulquiorra blew gently on the wet, erect nub. The sexta's back arched even farther, and he hastily wiggled a third finger into the surprisingly tight passage.
"Unngh! Oh, fuck!"
Grimmjow groaned when the cuatro began curling all three fingers inside of him. He hadn't planned on letting Ulquiorra fuck him, but now there was no way in hell he was going to tell the higher ranked Espada to stop. Not when he felt so deliciously full. Not when the blinding waves of pain and pleasure were coursing throughout his body and settling in his groin. Not when the person doing this to him was the one he had lusted after since the moment they met. The small mouth wrapped around his other nipple, sucking hard, and he quickly fisted his left hand in the soft, dark hair and gripped the horn of the stronger Espada's mask with his other hand. And then a harsh jab to his prostate had him seeing stars.
"Fuck, Ulquiorra," he whispered breathlessly.
The cuatro glanced up, meeting Grimmjow's bleary gaze. He hastily withdrew his fingers, painfully aware of the small noise his subordinate made at the loss of sensation. Pouring a sufficient amount of lube into the palm of his hand, he hurriedly coated his erection and fought not to moan in pleasure. He pressed his hands beneath Grimmjow's knees and hooked the muscular legs over his shoulders, giving himself a very nice view of the sexta's impressive assets. He reached a pale hand between the legs and began lightly teasing the engorged cock with the pads of his fingers still slick with lube. Wrapping his hand firmly just below the head, he gently rubbed the slit with his thumb. The thick cock twitched under his ministrations.
"Nnnnnnggh…"
Fuck. Wide emerald eyes flicked back to Grimmjow's face. His subordinate was panting heavily, mesmerizing blue eyes clouded with lust. Ulquiorra tightened his grip on the hard member, giving it a rough squeeze. He felt the length harden even more as the sexta's head fell back against the bed. Lightly tracing the vein with the pad of his thumb, he positioned his own aching erection against the puckered entrance. He trailed his fingers lower and gently cupped his subordinate's balls before easing his hips forward so that only the head of his cock was inside the hot passage. His eyes fell shut as he willed himself to maintain some semblance of self-control and to not begin thrusting wildly into the weaker Espada. But it was getting a lot more difficult not to do just that when Grimmjow let out a heated moan.
Grimmjow bucked his hips to the best of his ability, trying to get that bastard's cock to slide a little deeper. Unbelievably strong hands gripped his thighs with bruising force and, if anything, the erection pulled slightly out of his passage. Fuck fuck FUCK. The cuatro was either more cruel or more skilled in bed that Grimmjow had predicted. Now that he was hardly being touched at all, he was leaning toward cruel. He could practically feel his pulse in his erection, and Ulquiorra was just staring at him blankly.
Another attempted roll of his hips did nothing to convince the cuatro to release the grip on his legs and touch his cock instead. Scowling and harder than he ever should have been, Grimmjow hurriedly reached down to wrap a warm hand around his own erection. He nearly went blind from pleasure as he began to frantically pump the engorged member. His entire body went limp as he pushed himself close to the edge in an embarrassingly small amount of time. And then the blissful contact was gone. Ulquiorra had grabbed his wrist, wrenching his hand away from the straining cock. He struggled against the vice-like grip, snarling angrily at the stronger Espada.
"What the fuck?"
Ulquiorra looked at him expressionlessly. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" As arousing as that display had been, he wanted to be the one to get his subordinate off.
Grimmjow's head fell back against the bed in exasperation. "Damn it, Ulquiorra," he shouted. "Just fuck me!"
That was exactly what Ulquiorra wanted to hear. "As you wish." He leaned forward, releasing the sexta's wrist and pressing his knees to his chest, nearly bending the taller Espada in half. Looking directly into the clear blue eyes and not once breaking the smoldering gaze, he eased his hips forward, not stopping until his erection was fully sheathed in the intense heat.
Grimmjow moaned as he was slowly, finally filled. His muscles spasmed as he adjusted to the thick length inside of him. The grip on his legs loosened. He closed his eyes when a small hand returned to caress his aching erection, his body involuntary arching into the gentle strokes. The other soft hand cupped his bare cheek, and his eyes cracked open to find Ulquiorra's face centimeters from his own, their warm breaths intermingling. His muscles strained when the cuatro closed the short distance, pulling Grimmjow into a long, passionate kiss.
The softness of his subordinate's lips always surprised Ulquiorra. And the intoxicating flavor as he slipped his tongue into Grimmjow's mouth. And the fingers that ran through his hair, lightly caressing his scalp and sending bolts of electricity down his spine. He moaned quietly, his cock throbbing when the other Espada moaned in response. He felt his subordinate's erection grow harder. Keeping their lips locks together, he pulled almost all the way out before easing back inside. Judging by the muffled groan and the suddenly vicious grip on his hair, he had managed to hit the weaker Espada's prostate. He quickly thrust his hips forward again, ramming into the same spot.
"Mmmphg!"
He was too close already. And Ulquiorra was picking up the pace. Grimmjow lowered his legs, wrapping them around the cuatro's waist and pulling him deeper. He slipped both arms around the pale chest, pulling the stronger Espada as close as possible. Tongues fought for dominance as hips frantically rolled together. Each thrust seemed to strike deeper and harder. Grimmjow broke the kiss, eyes rolling back into his head at a particularly rough thrust, only dimly aware of the thin string of saliva still connecting their lips.
Without halting the movement of his hips, Ulquiorra bit down on the swollen lower lip and slid his hands down his subordinate's muscular chest. His fingers ghosted over the erect nipples before beginning to pinch and tug on the sensitive nubs, eliciting a sharp gasp from the weaker Espada. The pressure in his groin grew unbearable as the sexta moaned. He needed to come now. Returning his grip to the strong thighs, Ulquiorra leaned back and started thrusting more aggressively.
White explosions flashed behind Grimmjow's eyes. Holy fuck. A strong hand wrapped firmly around his engorged cock, tearing another loud moan from his throat. The hand squeezed gently and began pumping almost in time with the frantic thrusts that were hitting his prostate harder and harder, sending overwhelming sensations of both pain and pleasure coursing through his veins, pushing him close, so unbearably close to the edge.
"Nnnngh, fuck…" He met each thrust, eyes cracking open to see the rare expression of pure bliss on the cuatro's face. Panting heavily, he reached out and roughly grabbed the slender hips with both hands, urgently pulling the other Espada forward and deeper. Lust-clouded emerald eyes blinked slowly. And then a pale hand latched onto Grimmjow's hip, jerking the sexta into each blinding, vicious thrust.
Grimmjow wrapped his legs tighter around Ulquiorra's waist. He groaned as the tugging on his cock grew more insistent. His pulse raced as the pressure continued to build. The thick erection pummeled his prostate, jabbing the sensitive gland almost painfully. He moaned again, his muscles spasming against the persistent intrusion.
"Fuck, Grimmjow…"
That moan—that fucking moan. "Oh god, Ulquiorra…" The grip on his erection tightened, the cuatro's cock rammed into him, and he was suddenly coming violently, still clutching the stronger Espada's slender hips. His head fell back against the pillow, legs going slightly limp as he spilled over onto his chest and stomach.
Ulquiorra tightened his hold on Grimmjow's hip, burying himself to the hilt in the velvety heat as his subordinate's muscles clenched around his erection. Only dimly aware of how loud he was moaning, he came hard, continuing shallow thrusts to ride out the intense, much-needed orgasm that seemed like it would never end. Panting heavily, he slumped forward, waiting for the light-headed sensation to pass. As feeling slowly returned to his extremities, he looked up into Grimmjow's slightly flushed face.
That's when he realized his hand was still loosely wrapped around his subordinate's oversensitive softening cock. And the sexta's hands were still on his hips, legs wrapped around his waist, holding him inside the raw passage. His senses abruptly returning, he quickly tugged Grimmjow's hands away and pulled out as gently as possible. Grabbing the sheet, he cleaned his subordinate's torso, and after only a moment's hesitation, he carefully wiped away the cum that had started to leak from the tender opening—until the weaker Espada hissed in discomfort. Ulquiorra tossed the dirty sheet to the floor, eyes locking with Grimmjow's. As he shifted to lie next to the sexta, he wondered if his own eyes looked as exhausted and sated as his subordinate's. And then all thought ceased as a muscular arm wrapped around his narrow shoulders and pulled him against a hard body and into a soft kiss.
Ulquiorra wouldn't be leaving tonight. Grimmjow smirked against the stronger Espada's lips. Not after that orgasm. He ran his fingers through the soft dark hair as he relaxed into the inviting pillows. Thoroughly exhausted, he was asleep within seconds and thus was completely unaware of the pale arms that wrapped around his chest and the soft lips that lingered against his and the deep green eyes that sought to memorize the contented expression on his face as he slept.
Weak attempt at an awkward scene followed by smut! I wasn't terribly happy with it, but I have a short attention span, so it's posted. Hopefully it flows okay-I wrote this over a span of several days, and it seems a little on the choppy side. Part of me still thinks I can go somewhere with this-so I kind of felt the need to re-insert a few more characters, just in case having more people becomes necessary. (haha it probably won't, but it's always nice to have options.) Dialogue makes me want to light myself on fire.
Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! :D