AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Hello again everyone! Welcome back to another episode of Amoris Oppositi! I'm a lot of you who follow me were disappointed when I brought out a new story instead of AO, but please bear with me! I am trying my very best to get this story out because I can tell it is much loved!
Grimmjow: No shit, what could be better than the four of us?
AWTG: I could think of a few things actually. *Grins*
Shiro: Wha'?! I thought ya loved me! D:
AWTG: Oh relax Shiro, I'm just trolling Grimmjow. This chapter is going to involve an idea given to me by NGBW that I simply couldn't resist! This is going to be one of those chapters that involve all of them, not just GrimmIchi or ShiOrra.
Ichigo: Well, we already had our chapter before anyway so….
AWTG: -_-'I knew that….
Ulquiorra: Should I be concerned by the plot of the chapter below? o_o
AWTG: Nah, you and Ichigo are just going to have a little fun together…albeit at the alpha's expenses. Mwahahahaha!
This being said, on with the show!
Today's Warnings will include: Swearing, Suggestable Poses, Hilarity, and Inappropriate Behavior/Thoughts by our two favorite alphas! Have fun!
Amoris Oppositi part XII
Ichigo had meekly excused himself after that second kiss, mumbling about his concern about not knowing where Shiro was for too long. Grimmjow had no qualms about letting him go this time, though there was a fat grin on his face when he waved the teen off, clearly in a good mood for the rest of the day from the looks of it. He merely asked that he invite Shiro down to try his own hand of gaming against the elder teen, before cheekily warning him about not letting Shiro bet against him. The redheaded teen huffed in embarrassment; he really hadn't expected the turquoise haired bastard to kiss him again like that. He still had a lingering taste of coffee in his mouth…..
He shook his head vigorously, probably confusing some of the housekeeping in the process. He wasn't some lovesick girl; he could handle a guy like Grimmjow. He just had to keep alert around the taller, muscular, older teen. He sighed as he stopped at the massive staircase; he had no idea where Ulquiorra and Shiro might be. They had parted ways after breakfast and he hadn't stayed around long enough to find out where they were going. He sighed loudly as he realized that he was probably going to have to find someone who worked here, interrupt whatever it was that they were doing, and have them somehow guide him towards the two albino teens.
"Excuse me sir? Are you lost?" A kind voice said from behind him. He whirled around to see Momo looking up at him kindly. He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. She smiled sweetly. "You must be looking for your brother. He is with my…Ulquiorra-sama." She quickly stated, though her expression never changed. Ichigo frowned slightly. It really was terrible that Ulquiorra shunned his own birthmother like this, but this was not his family and unfortunately he couldn't do or say anything about it.
He started slightly when she stared at him in concern when he didn't speak for a few moments. "Ah, yeah, I was looking for them actually. It's pretty easy to get lost in a place like this. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your work." He apologized, a grin returning to his face when she giggled.
"Oh no, it is of no trouble at all. It can be tricky to maneuver around this large place if you aren't used to it. My first week here had me hopelessly lost. Ah, but that was a long time ago. Hopefully you and your younger brother will be able to find your way around this place in due time. I can tell you both are doing wonders for the Aizen brothers." She agreed as she motioned for him to follow her up the steps. Ichigo blinked in surprise.
"Uh…..we are?" he asked curiously. He knew that Grimmjow had his beliefs that they were good for Ulquiorra, but were they actually doing something for Grimmjow as well? Then again, that kiss….. Ichigo swallowed thickly as he tried to will away the blush that threatened to emerge.
Momo nodded happily. "Grimmjow-san is a very overwhelming person when you first meet him, and his behavior tends to leave much to be desired in most cases." She admitted, which allowed Ichigo to laugh at the blue haired teen's expense. Looks like the eldest Aizen heir was a pain in the ass to more than just strangers and his father. "However, he's changed dramatically since two days ago. He's being more tolerant towards his father, and it is quite clear that he is opening up to strangers. Gossip spreads quickly here in the mansion, you see, and we all know he took you to visit his mother's memorial on the very first day. He hasn't done that with some of his own closest friends who have known him for years and even known his mother as well. What's more shocking is that he allowed the two of you in his prized Lamborghini. He once threatened his father with a wrench should he come near the car. He's really fond of both of you." She stated with a smile.
Ichigo blinked in surprise. "Wow…I wasn't aware someone could change a person in just two days. All I did was sock him in the stomach a few times and share stories about how painful it is to see someone you love get sick. Though I think the whole being in his car thing was just happenstance since our ride back got drunk." He mumbled. Momo nodded, but did not press on; this was also spread around the proverbial grapevine.
"Not only Grimmjow however; Ulquiorra may not appear to be doing so, but he is being far more open than normal in the presence of someone who isn't a part of the mansion. I'm afraid he truly does have a difficult time making friends due in part to his condition. And receiving those traditional tattoos did not help him either." She pointed out as well. Ichigo quirked an eyebrow in curiosity at her last remark, intrigued.
"Eh, you mean those thin green lines on his face? I thought they were some sort of fashion statement he was doing so that Nel wouldn't feel bad." He asked honestly. Although now that he thought about it, it seemed strange that the proper Ulquiorra would do such a thing. Grimmjow had tattoos around his eyes as well, but he hadn't really thought much about it, since given his bright turquoise hair he was bound to look strange to society in the first place.
Momo nodded. "While they might claim that they got the tattoos in order to allow young Nelliel not feel self-conscious about her birthmark, in truth it is an ancient tradition for members an ancient sword society to wear the clothes and markings of their sword's design. Lady Sui-Feng had one, and Aizen-sama and I have one as well." She admitted. Ichigo's eyes shot up in surprise.
"That sounds like a really traditional society all right. But wouldn't Grimmjow and Ulquiorra get in trouble at school for their tattoos?" he asked. She shook her head and he rolled his eyes. "Let me guess; their father's influence?" he asked with a flat tone, though he had a smile on his face. She grinned; apparently their father using his wealth and status was hardly unusual for the Aizen heirs. "Does the style of the tattoos represent something in particular?" he asked, genuinely curious. She nodded.
"Yes. The marks that you see on Grimmjow-san's eyes represent the panther. Ulquiorra-san's are meant to represent the bat. Not all tattoos represent an animal, but they all are related to the swords that each member is given. Nelliel is far too young to be properly inducted into the society, so she does not have any tattoos or sword as of yet." She explained. Ichigo nodded in understanding, neither of them aware they were standing in the middle of a hallway as they were too engrossed in the topic.
"So you also have one of these tattoos as well?" he asked, genuinely curious. She beamed.
"That's right. Mine is actually on my ankle, and is in the form of a plum engulfed in flames." She grinned sheepishly. "I used to be so disappointed in it, because in actuality I loathe plums." She admitted with a small laugh. Ichigo allowed himself to laugh as well.
"Wow. Does the placement of the tattoo represent something?" he asked. Momo shrugged.
"I suppose it does, but I can't imagine why the ankle would be chosen for me." She wondered out loud, causing Ichigo to wince. He had an idea why; she was a support. She was left at the bottom forced to hold up everything else without complaint. This society either knew about Momo's personality when they came up with this placement or they somehow knew the future. "Well…..I know that Aizen-sama's is in the middle of his chest. Perhaps his is placement of how he always seems to be the center of attention?" she continued to muse out loud, unconsciously tracing a circle in the center of her own chest. Ichigo suppressed a smirk at her silly behavior.
It was really hard to believe such a serious person could be born of such an absentminded woman, though he supposed Aizen's upbringing of his son had a major part of it, further contributed by the horrible prank Grimmjow never atoned for. Momo finally realized she was rambling when Ichigo simply stood there listening with a soft smile and blushed.
He laughed. "It's alright. I enjoy listening to your stories. This place really does sound amazing. But, if such a society could be composed, why make it about swords of all things?" he asked. Momo sighed.
"I'm afraid I wasn't an incredibly high member; those who are come from wealth, power, and prior family history. Aizen-sama naturally came from all three. Sui-Feng and I were inducted on accounts of drawing the society's interests. They value justice, exquisite talent, valor, and pride, and the society itself is incredibly traditional. I believe it was created over a thousand years ago. There are many factions to it. I was brought in for my calligraphy and sense of courage, they said. Apparently they couldn't believe a small woman like me could handle myself in an unforgiving world like this." She chuckled, making Ichigo wince on the inside. He wasn't sure if it was courage, or denial that kept her from falling through the cracks.
"Anyhow, once you are inducted as a member of the society, which of course I cannot name, you are given golden opportunities. Jobs offers throw themselves at you just for being a part of it, no matter how small a role. People give you respect, and of course you get your ceremonial sword. Each sword is commissioned to be based off of your personality and image. Mine is about half as tall as I am, though that isn't saying much. What is really incredible is that when you are to be commissioned the sword, you actually get to select the metal and what color the hilt is allowed to be." She stated, her eyes faraway as she recalled those days.
"That sounds incredible! It must be a high honor to be a part of such a distinguished society. Huh, you know, I think my karate teacher Yoruichi is a part of it then; she has a black cat tattoo on her back, and in her dojo is this really elaborate sword hung up on the wall." He recalled. Momo's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the name.
"You know Yoruichi?" she asked. At the tentative nod she continued. "Sui-Feng and I were very close friends with her during our time in the society. We were all so very close so long ago, before we all…settled down in our own ways." She admitted sadly. Ichigo gave her a kind smile.
"I can't believe so many people I've met seem to be in this society. It sounds huge." He remarked. She nodded.
"It is actually. Just because it appears to be for the influential and talented doesn't mean that it's close minded to other forms of opportunity. You could consider it a sorority or fraternity at a university, except they are interested in anyone who could be valuable patrons, that includes middle to lower class people such as myself." She explained. "In truth, you might actually be going to school with a few children whose parents are or were at one point members. The only requirements that have to be kept are the ones that I made earlier, and the members must be from purely Japanese families. They care not of your sexual orientation or gender, provided that you are Japanese." She clarified.
"Wow. A strange balance of traditional and modern at the same time." Ichigo muttered. "Still, this place sounds so great regardless; I can't believe Yoruichi-sama never even talked about it with us. Especially since Shiro and I have actual sword training. She taught us herself." He remarked. Momo smiled sadly.
"I'm really not supposed to talk about it given my less than substantial role in it. She surely has her own reasons for dropping out of it. She and her boyfriend were of high society to begin with, their families a part of it for centuries. She was especially given high prestige for her exceptional martial arts skills and authentic swordsmanship. It was a big shock when they announced they were going to be on the sidelines. I can't imagine why she did it. It was not long after Sui-Feng married Aizen-sama. I miss her dearly." She sighed wistfully. Ichigo pulled out his cellphone.
"You know, I have her current phone contact in here. I could give you her number if you want to reconnect with her." He offered only to be shocked when she shook her head vigorously.
"Oh no, dear, it's been such a long time! I could barely talk to her during Sui-Feng's wake…I just couldn't. I thank you though for your kindness." She insisted, her eyes not reaching her (strained) smile. Ichigo had a sinking feeling her being involved with Aizen had put a strain on her relationship with Yoruichi, and she was too afraid to talk her again. He didn't press any further. "Oh my, look at me; we've been standing here talking in the middle of the hallway. Forgive me for wasting your time." She curtsied briefly before turning and heading down the hallway. Once they headed towards elaborate double doors, she dutifully knocked and waited for some sort of signal. It came in the form of a small raven haired man and emerald green eyes.
"…..Greetings again Ichigo-san. Have you exhausted your patience with my elder brother?" he asked after giving a small nod towards the even smaller woman. Ichigo tried to ignore how cold Ulquiorra was being towards the gentle woman, who clearly wasn't here just to try and rekindle her spark with Aizen and allowed himself to chuckle.
"Somewhat I suppose. In fact, he suggested a trade between Shiro and I. he's currently in the game room." He explained. Shiro's head popped out above the raven haired teen's head and grinned.
"Sweet! I'm getting' a headache tryin' ta understand all this electro-molecular stuff anyways! Sorry fer wasting yer time like tha' Ulquiorra-kun!" he apologized not too sincerely, making the smaller man sigh as he opened the door further, revealing more of the elaborate library he and the other albino had been occupying in order to explain his project in ways the snowy haired man could understand; through dictionaries and graphic pictures. He cheerfully walked away with the maid, waving cheerfully to his brother, who remembered to warn him about making bets against Grimmjow before heading inside the incredible library.
Ulquiorra quirked an eyebrow at the reminder Ichigo gave his brother as they settled down at one of the many tables in the room. "I take it you made a bet with my brother and lost?" he asked politely as he began clearing away the vast amounts of books that littered the table in his attempts to explain his project to the younger of the Kurosaki twins. Ichigo blushed and looked away. "I assume it was humiliating then?" he surmised as Ichigo's blush turned darker.
"Well...I….uh…..trust me…you do not want to know." He stammered, not meeting the younger heir's eyes. Ulquiorra had a sinking feeling that indeed he did not wish to know. His brother was lecherous and crude; therefore he might have coaxed the attractive redhead into a suggestive bet and won. Ichigo sighed as he willed the heat away from his face and waited patiently for Ulquiorra finish clearing the tables before he spoke again. "You know, earlier when I went up to find your brother after breakfast, I wasn't expecting his training to involve yoga." He started.
Ulquiorra allowed a small smile to grace his face. "I presume witnessing a man of his substantial and imposing stature doing yoga in proper yoga attire seemed humorous." He deduced, to which Ichigo grinned sheepishly. "Do not be ashamed; both Grimmjow and I found it strange and feminine when we were first introduced to it. Our mother was the one who introduced it to us, her lesson being that men have no excuses to not be limber and fluid should they put themselves through the right training. She planned on waiting until Nel was eleven to teach her." He stated sadly. Ichigo gently reached out and patted his shoulder.
"I know. Grimmjow told me about that last part." He said with a soft smile before widening it. "He also told me you were far better than him." He pointed out. Ulquiorra allowed himself to chuckle.
"That is true; my smaller body and more proportionate musculature allows for me to be far more flexible than my elder brother." He agreed. Ichigo raised an eyebrow.
"Do you think you would mind teaching me some moves?" he asked politely. At the raised eyebrow he received he elaborated. "I couldn't help but be mesmerized watching your brother do his last few moves; it looked really relaxing and elegant. I'd love to at least try it once just to say I did it." He explained.
Ulquiorra blinked repeatedly. "Well of course I would be more than pleased to teach you, however, you do not have the proper attire needed for the poses, even the simplest of them at that." He gave a quick once over to Ichigo's outfit. Ichigo frowned; that was disappointing, but there was nothing he could do about it. It wasn't as though he could borrow clothes from the Aizen brothers; Ulquiorra was much shorter than him and Grimmjow was much larger. There was no in between. Ulquiorra hummed thoughtfully. "Although, I assume I can have Makoto, one of our servants here, lend you one of his. We tend to train together, and he appears roughly your height." He explained. Ichigo's eyebrows knitted together.
"Are you sure that's okay? I mean, would he mind?" he asked. Ulquiorra shrugged.
"Whether he does or not isn't anything to be concerned about. Everyone who works here is aware that they are to be used for our disposal, regardless of how strange the request. I can recall a time when Nel ordered four of the servants to don up as an extravagant unicorn, one servant per leg, and had them gambol around the mansion with her on top." He remembered with a dry tone. Ichigo did nothing to hide his snort. "Naturally, that went too far, and she was punished, the servants given extra income for their troubles. This is hardly as severe a request." He insisted, rising from the table and heading out of the library, Ichigo quick to follow him.
They found the man in question looking over a delivery of what appeared to be valuable documents on the first floor. The red haired man reassured the orangette it was fine to borrow a pair, provided he have them washed before he returned them. Ichigo thanked him earnestly and they went over to the servants' wing. During the trek, Ulquiorra gave him tips and warnings along the way; informing him beginners would feel incredibly sore the first time, and that if he wanted to go through with it, would have to practice daily in order to truly become flexible. Ichigo was relieved to hear that even he had to practice continually in order to become as flexible as he was today. Somehow hearing the perfect student had to work extra hard in order to achieve the goal made him feel it wasn't going to be too terrible.
Ulquiorra had no issues with opening the servant's door, telling the redheaded teen that the servants were not allowed to lock their doors in case their father needed them, day or night. No one was foolish enough to try and steal from anyone, as doing so would make them forever jobless with Aizen's influence.
Ichigo kept his choice simple and picked out a pair of black pair before they headed up to one of the dojos on the fourth floor, right under the Aizen heirs personal floor. Ulquiorra had let him inside first to change first. Ichigo was glad, as he felt really uncomfortable wearing such stretchy material and needed an additional minute just to get used to the feeling. Ulquiorra had a maid go into his room and bring down a pair of his own. The two teens switched places and he changed very quickly before ushering the other teen inside.
Ichigo had to bit his lip at seeing the smaller teen in the form fitting pants. He didn't look silly like his elder, much more muscular brother did so as much as he did adorable. But saying as much would surely anger, or embarrass, the raven haired teen. So he kept quiet. Ulquiorra asked him what type of warm up exercises he did before his actual exercises and he demonstrated a few and explained how many he would do. Ulquiorra shook his head.
"I'm afraid very few of those would do you any good during this activity. Yoga requires stretching your body to its absolute limit. Therefore, you should prepare your body for the impending stretching. Least you wish pull a muscle, I highly propose these following exercises before trying anything too strenuous. Not to exclude it will also allow me to guesstimate your level of flexibility." He suggested.
Ulquiorra then proceeded to show Ichigo the moves he had in mind. One had him press his legs together and touch his toes, or in his case, touch the floor in front of his toes as he was flexible enough to go past his toes. Ichigo mirrored him, only to find he barely brushed his toes with his longest finger. Ulquiorra assured him that was normal, and it would become easier over time. One of the most incredible warm ups that Ulquiorra showed him, however, was a test to see how far he could do the splits. Ichigo's attempt was pitiful; once he tried to even begin he felt a shooting pain from his thighs. At this Ulquiorra tutted in disappointment, showing off his own version, falling straight down to the ground, his legs flush to the floor. Ichigo almost felt worried for his body's well-being.
The raven haired teen, however, turned out to be a fair and careful teacher, giving Ichigo proper time to stretch his body a little more before going into actual poses. Said poses were fairly basic as well, especially the warrior one pose (all he had to do was step one leg back and the other forward slightly and lean forward with his arms flush to the floor). Ulquiorra continually asked about his well-being whenever they changed poses, and even got out of his own to correct Ichigo's whenever he was slightly off. The exercise did relax the orangette surprisingly, and Ulquiorra decided to challenge him slightly by having him perform an extension of the downward facing dog (a move where the person settles on their hands and feet with their posterior upright in the air, one leg extended in the air parallel to the floor).
Ichigo was quite capable of doing the downward facing dog alone, but with the extension he admitted he was nervous he would fall. So Ulquiorra was kind enough to hold his leg for a brief five seconds, and then allowed him to experience what it would be like on his own. Ichigo really had to admire the Aizen brothers now; this looked so easy and yet it was not. He said as much to the paler teen, who chuckled as he reinstated his own pose, making it harder by leaning forward on the leg that wasn't in the air.
This is how Grimmjow and Shiro found them when they walked in after running into the maid who fetched Ulquiorra's yoga pants. However, she had been polite and not said what they were possibly in there for, because everyone in the household knew how sensitive Grimmjow was about such a thing (though he would deny it heavily).
Poor Shiro had to literally stuff a fist into his mouth in order to not laugh out loud at the sight of his brother in tight black yoga pants with his ass up in the air (though that part he enjoyed more for the view and less for the hilarity). Ah hell, never mind Ulquiorra, the fact that his brother was doing this was pure gold! The snowy haired albino was shaking so hard from suppressing his laughter he was practically convulsing. Ichigo had a feeling this sensation of irritation and annoyance is what Grimmjow and Ulquiorra must feel whenever someone acts like him or Shiro in that moment.
Grimmjow of course wasn't surprised that the orangette really did try the art of yoga; he seemed genuinely curious when he made that bet earlier. But that didn't stop him from staring shamelessly at that perfectly sculpted ass that was accentuated by those tight pants. He almost had to wonder where he got yoga pants since he clearly never did it before, but realized Ulquiorra must have borrowed a servant's who was Ichigo's size. He glanced over at the still desperately trying not to laugh snowy haired teen and raised an eyebrow at Ichigo.
"Let me guess; you tried to save me face and didn't tell him about earlier didn't you?" he asked, though he was hardly annoyed. It was just as Ichigo thought; he was used to it by now. The orangette carefully lowered himself back to the floor into an upward facing dog as so not to put too much stress on his arms for too long and nodded. Shiro took in a large gulp of air when he heard the news, as though it would help calm him down. He still had a wide grin on his face and a few chuckles escaped every now and then, but he raised an eyebrow at the larger man after overhearing him. Grimmjow sighed and prepared his ears by stepping into the dojo; the hallways tended to echo. "Let's just say Ichigo found me in a similar position but in different colored pants." He said dryly, rousing a smirk from the two teens on the floor.
As he predicted, Shiro lost his shit and burst into laughter, actually falling to the floor and turning bright red. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and dragged the laughing kid into the studio, shutting the door so that Shiro's round of laughter wouldn't startle the housekeepers. The poor albino man's face was turning purple from laughter. Ulquiorra sighed but maintained his pose, also used to the ridicule that came when people found out that he did yoga (although for some reason unbeknownst to him, they were much less surprised than when they heard about Grimmjow doing the same thing).
"Geez Shiro, it isn't that funny." Ichigo muttered as they waited for him to finally calm down. Again, Shiro shoved his fist into his mouth in order to muffle his laughter, his face still bright red from the exertion. Grimmjow shrugged.
"I'm not sure if he's laughing at the sight of you doing yoga, or at the image he has in his head of me doing yoga." He wondered. At the mention of himself the giggling albino let out another snort and he rolled his eyes. "Never mind." He stated flatly, taking a seat on the floor. Ulquiorra sighed and drove his knee forward more so that he'd be able to feel more of a stretch. "Oi, Ulquiorra, I hope you're taking it easy on the guy." He noted the difficulty of the stretch. Ulquiorra merely gave him a pointed look.
"Naturally Grimmjow, it is beyond my nature to inflict such pain on one who did nothing to deserve it. Ichigo-san cannot even begin to do a split." He remarked. Grimmjow shrugged, though on the inside he was disappointed that the redheaded teen wasn't that flexible…yet. At the very least he looked interested in yoga. Hopefully that would change. Ichigo quirked an eyebrow when Ulquiorra insisted he go back to downward facing and switch to his other leg despite Shiro still laughing at them, but he complied nonetheless.
This somewhat sobered up the hysterical teen as he looked up at Grimmjow with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. "Wha' does tha' have ta do with anything? King's able ta do all sorts a' difficult kicks an' stuff so doesn't tha' make him flexible?" he asked, finally pulling himself off of the floor. But now he had a bigger problem of noticing how good both teens looked on the floor with their asses literally up in the air. His eyes flicked to Ulquiorra as he leaned even more forward.
"That will certainly help him remain somewhat limber, but not by much. Grimmjow is perfectly capable of doing a full split just as easily as I am." He stated. Shiro had to bite his lip to keep from laughing again. Ichigo scowled at his brother and tried to imitate Ulquiorra by leaning on his right leg ever so slightly.
"Shut up you moron. At least they exercise regularly." He taunted, his eyes still glued to the floor in concentration. Said taunt fell short, however, as both Grimmjow and Shiro's eyes gravitated to his stance. Shiro flicked his eyes back and forth between the two, very pleased at what he saw despite the humor he found in it. Grimmjow saw how quickly Ichigo seemed to be learning and had to hide a dirty grin at the prospect of the future.
It was at this time Ulquiorra looked up at the two finally. His face lit up in a blush and he yelped, tumbling forward in a somersault before covering his eyes. Ichigo was concerned for his new friend before he realized why the smaller teen was so flustered; both Grimmjow and Shiro were sporting erections.
His own face turned scarlet as he fell less gracefully than his raven haired friend and covered his own eyes (mostly due to Grimmjow; he already knew what Shiro looked like since they had the same type of body). "SHIRO, WHAT THE HELL?!" he yelled, more flustered than he was angry. Ulquiorra carefully peeked but saw no change and went back to hiding behind his hands, just as bright red (if not moreso) as Ichigo.
Grimmjow and Shiro were almost confused before they looked at each other and saw what the other two were seeing; they were so used to be horny all the time that they didn't really realize they were hard yet. But now with their items of interest acting so damn adorable, it was beginning to become difficult to ignore. Shiro sputtered at his brother indignantly.
"Moron, who said I was getting' hard over ya of all people?!" he defended himself, though the very brief look Ulquiorra sent him made him look the other way. Grimmjow barked out a laugh.
"This is too rich! Don't act like you don't know what a penis is Ulquiorra! We all have the same bits and pieces you know." He reminded the two on the floor. They both scowled at him.
"That does not mean we need a demonstration!" they shouted at the same time, oddly enough using the same exact words. They glanced at each other in surprise before closing their eyes again. The two teens standing swallowed thickly; those two were just too damn adorable. Shiro's member was throbbing with want twice as hard; being turned twice on by both of them. "Seriously, go fix it somewhere we can't see it!" Ichigo ordered. Ulquiorra nodded in agreement. Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"Damn prudish virgins." He muttered with a dirty grin before heading out the hall. Shiro followed shortly after, but not before cackling at the still very flustered boys on the floor. Said teens finally removed their hands from their eyes and sighed loudly.
"I ask for forgiveness on behalf of my debauched elder brother." Ulquiorra murmured as his glowing cheeks started to cool. Ichigo scoffed.
"Only if you can forgive mine." He muttered as he tried to get the image of Grimmjow's groin out of his mind. The worst part was the fact that he felt the damn thing not even that long ago…..forcing yet another blush to his face in the process. Ulquiorra chuckled.
"I suppose we equivalently cannot stand our brothers' conducts as of late." He noted. Ichigo quirked an eyebrow and wondered what the raven haired teen was planning. "You seem like the type who would be rather devious when incensed; any propositions to teach them a lesson?" he asked with a small but mischievous smile. Ichigo grinned.
"I think with a little patience and trust we should be able to get back at them if you are willing. Since I am more than incensed at my twin, he should be punished first." He offered mysteriously. Ulquiorra was more than happy to listen to his flame haired companion's ideas.
The two other teens had excused themselves for the time being to take care of their, ahem, problems. Shiro went into the guest room, since he felt weird about doing something like jacking off in someone else's bathroom. Not that doing it in a guestroom was any better, but it wasn't a room a lot of other people used. He moaned without abandon as he imagined both of those sexy little bastards tending to him instead of his right hand. Though the image that got him to his climax was an image of Ulquiorra riding him with his ankles locked around his head, paying homage to his incredible flexibility. He relished the afterglow, panting just slightly and licking his lips at the perverted dream. Maybe one day, but not now. He and Ulquiorra still had a long way to go before they could even try anything sexual. Not to mention, given how he reacted to the boners on him and his brother, he was simply too naïve in that area to try anything yet. But a guy can certainly dream after all.
Grimmjow caught up with him not long after, not seeing to care that a near stranger got a hard-on for his younger brother. But then again, he got one over his elder brother, so Shiro supposed it worked both ways. He told him to let the others know he was going to rescues Nel from her tutoring sessions (the poor girl had them every day except Sundays) and get her lunch.
Shiro wondered if they were still in the dojo on the fourth floor, and quickly assured himself that Ulquiorra wouldn't send him on a wild goose chase. Grimmjow perhaps, but definitely not the proper and gracious host Ulquiorra. He was correct in his assumption, but was unprepared for what he saw. Ulquiorra had removed his shirt and was calmly reapplying his protective lotions with Ichigo's assistance! That nearly brought another wave of desire over him as well as a sensation of betrayal. Ichigo knew better than anyone how personal and intimate applying lotion to an albino's back was. It almost broke his heart to see his brother doing such an intimate thing to another person, but from the knowing smirk his elder twin was giving him, something told Shiro this was intended.
Ulquiorra lowered his hair (he had removed it from the bun since it was coming undone) as Ichigo finished applying the sunscreen to his upper neck and shoulders and smiled softly to the redheaded teen, seemingly unaware of Shiro's presence quite yet. "I cannot express my gratitude enough for volunteering to assist me in my thrice-daily routine. Reaching behind my neck, while circumventing my hair, has always been arduous for me to do on my own." He praised as he finished lathering the creamy substance onto his right forearm. Ichigo shrugged.
"Don't worry about it; I'm used to doing it for Shiro all the time. Though he only applies it twice a day, in the morning and in the evening." He said pointedly, gesturing to his still frozen brother. Ulquiorra turned to him, seemingly just aware of his presence as he casually covered himself with his shirt. That hurt Shiro more than the fact that Ichigo was helping him with his lotion. But he was stunned by the amount of warmth and mirth in those usually expressionless emerald pools.
"Forgive me Shiro-san. I wasn't cognizant you were standing there. Were you able to…." Here he blushed, as did Ichigo slightly. "….remedy your problem with ease?" he asked. At this Shiro winced and even blushed. Okay, now he got it; they were trying to make him uncomfortable on purpose for making them so uncomfortable. Karma was a bitch. He grinned sheepishly.
"As easily as one can with tha' kind a' problem." He remarked faking a cheerful expression, but didn't press any further. In fact he looked down away from their eyes. "…..Ya know…..I didn't mean ta freak ta two a' ya out like tha'. So can ya forgive me an' stop tormentin' me?" he begged, jutting his lip out slightly. Ulquiorra was somewhat awestruck by his kicked puppy look, and smiled softly. Ichigo snorted and rolled his eyes at his baby twin before wiping his hands on his shirt and gently punching him in the shoulder, signifying they were fine again. "Tha' was so mean a' ya King!" He whined.
Ulquiorra merely shook his head. "I would hardly find what we did to you any more discomforting than what we were forced to observe." He argued. Shiro pouted again but said nothing. "I deduce now would be an opportune time to plot revenge against Grimmjow? After all, he should not be given freedom due to his elder status." Ulquiorra wondered, though he was secretly terrified of really angering his beloved elder brother. Shiro could see this and smirked.
"Perhaps ya could give King here a few tips about Grimmjow. Ya know, like his least favorite things or somethin' like tha'." He suggested. Ichigo snapped his fingers.
"Natto!" he decided. Ulquiorra nodded in understanding. "Didn't he look disgusted when you and I put some on our plate this morning?" he grinned when Ulquiorra let out a quiet chuckle. Shiro frowned.
"Uhh…King? Ya realize tha' shit has a really strong smell right? Wouldn't he know if we snuck some in his food or somethin' like tha'?" he asked, beginning to feel sorry for the ultramarine haired teen. Natto was easily his least favorite food, and he cringed as a phantom taste from Nel shoving it into his mouth this morning came up. Ichigo grinned.
"Leave that to me."
Grimmjow wondered what the hell was taking the three of them so long to come down as he watched over Nel to make sure she didn't choke on anything (she had an unfortunate habit of eating too quickly and not swallowing enough). Soon enough she'd be going back to her lessons and hopefully the four of them could eat something themselves. He worked up a light appetite during his advances towards Ichigo, a good hour of hanging out with Shiro, and the hand job he gave himself not too long ago. Right on schedule, Nel lifted her plate and proudly proclaimed she was finished before giving her biggest brother a hug and following her tutor back to the study on the fifth floor.
Also on time was the fairly irritated Ichigo Kurosaki, with the other two trailing not too far behind him. Both of the redhead's fists were clenched tight, and his scowl was fully in place as he advanced towards the Aizen heir. Grimmjow warily tensed his stomach muscles since Ichigo seems to have taken a liking to attacking him there. Ichigo gave him a sarcastic smile once he deemed himself close enough.
"Yo. I'm going to hit you now." He warned him before taking one of his balled fists and slamming it just under the right side of his collarbone. Grimmjow blinked and stumbled back a step, not expecting to be hit there. "I hope there won't be a repeat performance of what happened upstairs." He threatened. Ulquiorra nodded his head in agreement.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and flashed a cocky smile. "Tch, while I thank you for actually warning me before you hit me, I won't guarantee anything." He teased, his teeth gleaming in the artificial light. Ichigo took a long look at said teeth, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Oi, what are you looking at?" the bluenette asked, his smile starting to fade.
Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. "I'm not too sure, but I think one of your incisors are longer than the other." He muttered. Grimmjow and Shiro blinked at him stupidly. Ulquiorra sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"The sharpest teeth in your mouth." He added dully, causing Shiro to form an 'O' shape with his own mouth and Grimmjow to roll his eyes again.
"I know which teeth they are Ulquiorra, I just doubt that's true. I have perfectly straight teeth." He argued. Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow this time.
"Having straight teeth and having equivalently sized teeth are two different aspects Grimmjow. It is possible to have one or the other and not at the same time." He pointed out, ever the knowledge sponge. Grimmjow frowned; unfortunately his younger brother was probably right. So he opened his mouth wider and traced one of his incisors with his finger.
Ichigo grinned wickedly and knocked his finger out of the way with his still clenched hand and shoved a small object inside, forcing his mouth shut. Grimmjow's eyes widened in disgust and shock as he realized the small object was a lump of cold natto, and tried to wrench the smaller teen's hands off of his mouth and spit the disgusting food out. Shiro was quickly behind him and locked his arms behind his back. Ichigo made shushing noises as he forced the nineteen year old into swallowing the natto. Now that his task was done, Shiro released the larger man at the same time Ichigo removed his hands, wiping the one that had held the natto on his shirt.
Grimmjow gagged on the horribly strong taste for a second before recovering his bearings and growling menacingly at the twins before him. "You little shits!" he snapped, but before he could move, Ulquiorra calmly stepped in front of them with a cool expression and arms crossed over his chest. Grimmjow scowled at his younger brother. "Get out of the way Ulquiorra!" he demanded. Ulquiorra merely raised his eyebrow again.
"Perhaps this needn't have happened had you and Shiro-kun more control over your bodily functions? Tell me Aniki, do you feel comfortable? For Ichigo-san and I did not earlier." He remarked coldly. Grimmjow grimaced; if there was one thing he's learned over the years, it was not to irritate his younger brother to the point of breaking, as he always got his revenge one way or another.
"Tch! You rotten little bastards!" he snapped as he wiped his mouth for what had to be the tenth time already. "That was far worse than what I did to either of you. And why the hell aren't you torturing Shiro then?" he demanded to know. Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Trust me; we already got back at him upstairs. His was mental abuse. Yours was physical. Simple as that." He shrugged. Grimmjow was hardly appeased but at least he wasn't the only one suffering. "I don't know about you guys but I'm starving. Care to join us Grimmjow?" he asked with a small smirk.
Grimmjow scoffed. "Like hell I am! You three might try to poison me by adding more natto to my food!" he snapped. Ulquiorra shook his head.
"Nonsense Grimmjow, we have already appeased ourselves. There is no need to enact further retribution. Besides, would you not wish to wash out the taste of a food you sorely despise?" he asked softly. Grimmjow sometimes really hated having such a smart brat for a younger brother, but he couldn't argue with him. The twins laughed at his disgruntled expression as they followed the two Aizens to the kitchen.
They all decided to eat there since it wasn't worth trekking all the way back to the morning room, Grimmjow washed out the taste of natto with strong iced tea the minute he walked into said kitchen. As the other three talked (or in Ulquiorra's case, added input every now and then), Grimmjow got a text message on his phone. He grinned widely as he snickered.
"What's up Grimmjow?" Shiro asked, swallowing his mouthful of his sandwich. Grimmjow waggled his phone playfully in front of Ulquiorra, who groaned when he saw the name.
"No Grimmjow, we have guests over." He insisted, only heightening the twins' curiosity. Grimmjow snorted.
"All the more reason for them to come over; I think Ichigo and Shiro would be more than interested in meeting the rest of the gang. I'm going to tell them to come on over." He decided. Ichigo blinked and put his fork down.
"By gang do you mean your own group of friends?" he asked. Grimmjow nodded wickedly, causing Ulquiorra to groan softly.
"Then I believe I shall take my leave and continue working on my project in the meantime that they are here. Ichigo-san, you are more than welcomed to join me and avoid those louts." He offered. Ichigo assumed he was doing so out of kindness, as he really didn't sound like he was looking forward to being around Grimmjow's friends.
Shiro pouted. "Aw come on, Ulquiorra! They can't be that bad." He insisted. Ulquiorra shook his head, causing Grimmjow to snort.
"Forget it Shiro; he's always clashed with them." he waved it off. Ulquiorra frowned.
"That assumption is incorrect; I can tolerate Starrk-san should his obnoxious sister not be in the vicinity as well." He argued. Ichigo offered him a kind smile.
"Well then, maybe you and I can stick around this Starrk guy. Come on, Ulquiorra-kun, it can't be that bad if you have at least me or Shiro to talk to." He persisted. Ulquiorra let out a quiet sigh.
"Very well, but I shall take my leave should I grow uncomfortable." He decided. Grimmjow smirked as he texted all his friends the ok to come over. This should be very interesting.
AWTG: Whew! A new chapter literally churned out within twenty-four hours of writing it! I'm so proud of me! *Beams* Not to mention how exciting it is going to be for the twins to meet Grimmjow's friends! Just like Grimmjow just thought above, it should be very interesting.
U: I am not pleased, authoress-sama. *Pouts*
AWTG: Aw, don't worry Ulqui! I won't let them bother you too much, especially now that you have Ichigo as a friend. (Ichigo blushes)
S: Wha' about me?! D:
AWTG: You are a good friend too Shiro, but I think you'll be having too much fun meeting kindred spirits. Imagine the type of people Grimmjow must hang out with! This goes for the audience too! Naturally, we know that Starrk and Lilynette are going to be in here now since I just gave up their names above. But there is going to be at least ten more people coming over as well. I'd love to hear the guesses you guys might have as to who he'd hang out with. Who knows? If you say someone's name I didn't think about but really like, I might add them in there!
G: Damn this is exciting! You better churn that chapter out quick!
AWTG: Well…..spring break IS coming up. Maybe I will be able to pull it out soon. But until then, keep reviewing and reading everyone! :D