Short but sweet. I think. ~TPP

-Bands & Berries-

Chapter 25: One More Night

Tosh cuddled into Ulquiorra's side, Ulquiorra absently stroking Tosh's arm that was draped over his naked chest. They were back in Toshiro's dorm, Ulquiorra feeling so happy yet hopeless at the same time. He really didn't want to leave Tosh behind. The physical separation was already hurting his heart and he hadn't even left yet.

It was there final night together. He had wanted to make it extra special. Tosh was still panting slightly, trying to get his breathing back to normal. It was understandable: Ulquiorra had gone almost insanely slow, something he had wanted to do with Tosh since they had met. He'd been very careful, focusing solely on Tosh's pleasure, making sure he could draw it out as long as possible, make it last. He had never been so careful while making love.

"What are you humming?" Tosh asked quietly, his spiky white hair fanning over Ulquiorra's shoulder and part of his chest.

Ulquiorra hadn't even realized he had been humming. He continued, Tosh's breathing back to normal, his eyes droopy as Ulquiorra continued to stroke his arm.

It wasn't often that Ulquiorra sang, but the song he had been humming was a particular favorite of his, especially since meeting Toshiro. It wasn't so much the lyrics as the melody.

His voice was soft, "If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in and rescue you. On a yacht we would sail, to an island where we'd say "I do" and if we had babies they would look like you, it'd be so beautiful if that came true…"

Tosh snorted softly at that, but he was too happy to ruin the moment.

Ulquiorra began stroking at Tosh's white hair, his voice even softer than before, "You don't even know how very special you are. You leave me breathless…you're everything good in my life. You leave me breathless…I still can't believe that you're mine. You just walked out of one of my dreams, so beautiful you're leaving me breathless."

"I love your voice," Tosh yawned, settling his head more snugly on Ulquiorra's chest, "Sing me something else."

Ulquiorra thought a moment, knowing he must love Tosh to be indulging him so. He never sang like this. When he sang for the band, it was screaming or dark and haunting, but he had a soft voice when he was alone, "If I sing another song, you'll fall asleep."

"Nuh-uh," Tosh argued sleepily, "There's no way I can sleep knowing this is our last night together. You…you leave in the morning."

Technically it was already morning. Two a.m., to be precise, and he had to be at Yoruichi Entertainment headquarters by seven. They were taking a double-decker tour bus and wouldn't be needing a plane until later in the tour.

Still. Toshiro wouldn't be at the upcoming performances. At least not for a while.

"You'll keep doing well in school, ne?" Ulquiorra said quietly, wrapping both arms around Tosh as he shifted to lie more comfortably on his side. They were both side sleepers, so it was convenient, "And Soul Society…the meeting went well. Who knows? In a couple months, we might even be able to tour together…"

"I don't even want to finish school," Tosh mumbled, "What's the point? I still have another year until I earn my bachelor's…"

"Education is important."

"You're not in school," Tosh said, one of his hands linking fingers with one of Ulquiorra's hands.

"I finished early," Ulquiorra answered, kissing Tosh's knuckles.

"What did you study?"

"Philosophy," Ulquiorra said, his deep green eyes focused on blue ones, "I graduated from high school early, earned a general degree in Linguistic Studies and earned a Masters in Philosophy around the time Grimmjow approached me about starting Espada. I had to finish my final semester through online classes, but I did finish. We've been really busy this year, and the summer is going to be a pain, but in the fall I'd like to pursue Art History studies."

"H-how old are you?" Tosh asked, feeling ridiculously embarrassed. He was proud though that his boyfriend was some kind of genius to be graduating high school and earning degrees when he was a young adult.

Ulquiorra continued, "I turn nineteen in February."

"W-what?" Tosh was suddenly wide awake, sitting up in bed and staring at Ulquiorra like he was looking at a ghost, "Y-you're eighteen? S-seriously?"

"Is that a problem?" Ulquiorra said quietly, sucking on his black lip ring.

"I'm just…surprised," Tosh sighed, running a hand through his icey locks, "I thought we were the same age. I mean, you act older, and everybody in Espada seems older, so I just assumed you were…"

"I'm three and a half years younger than you," Ulquiorra said, sitting up and smirking at his adorable blushing boyfriend, "Is that the problem, sweetie? That you're being fucked by a teenager?"

"Sh-shut up!" Tosh said, slapping Ulquiorra's shoulder and listening to him chuckle, "You don't have to say it like that!"

"I'm no longer the youngest in the band. That privilege now falls to Ichigo," Ulquiorra husked, leaning in and kissing Toshiro, "Age is just a number, love."

"Yeah, I guess…" Tosh trailed off between kisses, "B-but I still feel old."

"Yes, you're older than me, but I'm a blubbering mess of suppressed teenage hormones. You have to take care of me, Tosh," he said cheekily, nipping Tosh's ear and making him suck in a breath, "I'll throw teenage tantrums and go through a rebellious phase, and don't think for even a moment I won't be possessive and jealous at all times."

"That does make me feel a bit better," Tosh said, smiling at his lover with a huge know-it-all grin, "I'm the mature member of the relationship."

"Always," Ulquiorra chuckled, distracting his boyfriend from further talk. They didn't have much time left.

XXX

"Fuck!"

"I'm workin' on it!" Grimmjow growled back, snapping his hips forward and striking Ichigo's prostate for what had to be the hundredth time.

Or felt like it, anyway, considering they had been going at it like animals for the past several hours.

"Hah, ungh, ah!" was all Ichigo managed to get out before Grimmjow felt hot cum coat his lower stomach.

"Shit," Grimmjow grunted, feeling his own release as Ichigo's muscles milked him dry. He immediately pulled out and rolled off of Ichigo, beyond sated.

"I can't move," Ichigo husked, proving his point by not moving even a centimeter as he continued to breathe heavily beside Grimmjow.

"That was…a fuckin' record," Grimmjow said with a maniacal grin, "Nine, no, that makes ten. Do I count you giving me head in the shower?"

"Yes, you stupid bastard."

Grimmjow chuckled before rolling onto his side and kissing Ichigo's sweaty temple, "We had ta' make up for the next few weeks. Unless you changed your mind."

"No," Ichigo said darkly, still unmoving even as he glared at Grimmjow, "I'm not letting you fuck me in a tour bus filled with our band mates. No. Fucking. Way."

"Poor sport," Grimmjow growled, rolling out of bed and padding towards Ichigo's apartment bathroom in all his goddamned naked glory, "It's not like they're gonna be chaste saints either. Last time we had the bus, Nnoitra-"

"I don't even WANT to know," Ichigo said, managing to roll over face-first into his pillow, his ass just now beginning to feel fiery pain. Shit shit shit.

"Grm."

"Wha?"

"Crnmetothabafrm."

"I don't speak pillow," Grimmjow said, his voice so serious it made Ichigo grunt in laughter.

He turned his head to the side, his entire body feeling sated but incredibly sore, "Carry me to the bathroom?"

Grimmjow approached the bed, unable to hold back his laughter as he hoisted Ichigo up in his arms, "Of course I'll carry you to the bathroom, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine," Grimmjow said huskily, making Ichigo shiver slightly, "Lover."

XXX

"We might as well stay awake," Nnoitra said, lighting another cigarette as he sat in bed naked with his newest lover, "I gotta be at the bus in less than two hours."

"And I don't got a car," Shirosaki said, his arms under his head as he stared up at the ceiling, "We gonna walk?"

"Hell no," Nnoitra said, blowing smoke out of his nostrils and flicking the cancer stick towards the black ash tray resting on the bedside table, "I got money 'fer a cab."

"I kinda like walkin'," Shiro mused, his eyes half-lidded as he fought sleep. They'd stayed up all night, knowing it was their final night together before Nnoitra took off on the road while Shirosaki stayed behind to work with Renji on more songs. The appointment with Urahara had seemed very promising, so the band would be working harder than ever to get prepared for a sick demo.

"Well I don't," Nnoitra said, stubbing out the butt before falling back on the mattress, his long black hair fanned out in every direction as he stared at the ceiling too.

"We don't gotta, but I'd like 'ta," Shirosaki retorted, his voice somehow…thoughtful? Hopeful?

Shit.

"If ya really want 'ta, then we can," Nnoitra mumbled, his voice trailing off almost into a whisper.

Shirosaki chuckled, the deep, sexy chuckle that made Nnoitra's skin prickle with goose bumps.

He felt the expensive hotel bed shift slightly beneath him as Shirosaki crawled closer to him, laying kisses along his neck and jaw before he was suddenly straddling Nnoitra's hips, beginning to rock slowly side to side as he grabbed Nnoitra's bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it into his mouth to suck.

Nnoitra felt his eye roll back in his head as he let out a groan, his spent cock trying its damndest to get hard again. He didn't know if it was possible though. They'd been at it so long and so hard even Nnoitra's libido was at its limit.

He didn't understand how Shirosaki was so tireless. Did the albino bastard ever fucking sleep?

According to his advances, apparently not.

XXX

Halibel rolled onto her side before rolling back onto her other side, absolutely furious. She couldn't believe that Starrk had passed out after only one round.

Now here she lay in bed beside him, listening to him snore for the past six hours. She had been so angry that she wanted nothing more than to storm off and never talk to the laid back hippie fucktard again, but there was something about having an empty bed that didn't sit well with her. Even though she was mad as hell, she had to admit that the snoring, the body heat, was comforting. Nice.

She shook her head, angry at her emotions. She was not the type of girl to settle down, to be comfortable with anyone. She fucked who she fucked, and fucked when she fucked. No emotions involved (as expressed by her repeated idiocy with a certain emo bassist) but…

…fuck, why did Starrk feel so…perfect? They'd been on-and-off for as long as they had known each other. No strings attached, period. It had worked out perfectly for the both of them for the past few years.

Sex was amazing, she knew that. Everybody…could hear that, so…

Damn! Why was she still here, thinking?

It's his body, she reasoned internally, turning onto her other side again, It's his body. I don't care about his mind, his smile, or his droopy eyes. I don't want his heart.

Halibel gasped softly when she felt Starrk's arm drape across her hip, his palm settling on her lower abdomen, pulling her backwards until she was fit into Starrk, their naked bodies molded to each other, Starrk's breathing still deep.

She closed her eyes and sighed: even when he was asleep, he managed to make her heart skip a beat.

/chapter end.