"M-Murcie... nngh! Hah... please...!"
I looked up from the boring magazine I'd found, and peered at the quivering mass on the floor that was my human master. To anyone who would enter the room, I would appear deeply bored by the sight, but I was in actuality quite entertained. He'd lasted a long time like that: a blindfold covered his beautiful eyes; a rope securing his shoulders back, keeping him leaning against a wooden pillar; his arms bound elbow to wrist behind his back; a final rope looped around a diagonal beam above that bound his legs so that they were pinned upwards at the knees. His medium length dark black hair and equally dark t-shirt were soaked in his sweat and his toes curled and uncurled in his socks. It was a beautiful sight, but the best part had to be the vibrator set to medium that I'd shoved in his hole an hour prior and the cock ring choking his engorged and weeping penis. It was ruined only by his briefs which covered everything, leaving only a delightful bulge, but it was necessary since the young man had tried many times to force the vibrator out of himself in an act of adorable defiance.
Then again... by doing this I'm technically defying him... Bah, whatever, this was just too fun to stop.
"Please..? Ahnn! Take it... take it off! It hurts!"
I rose from the old hoop chair with nary a sound and padded over to him. He didn't hear he kneel before him over the sound of his low but constant moans. My hand ghosted over the bulges of his cock and the end of the tortuous device before gently grasping the latter through the fabric.
"Ah! Murcie!"
I chuckled darkly. I knew he was calling out for me, but I couldn't help but to think he was begging for mercy. Perhaps he wanted a both.
I watched his face as I angled the device, knowing I'd hit his prostate when he cried out. He caught himself and held in his other screams as I continued to prod the pleasure button, giving me only quick moaning pants.
"Dammit!" he ground out. "N-ha! Stop! Nnngh!"
I chuckled again, but heeded his command. He was, after all, my adorable, and powerless master.
The first fist came and he thought he was being mugged, but that thought was shattered when he was grabbed and hauled off into a nearby abandoned building. He sighed innerly; utterly annoyed by this change from a calming midnight stroll to horror movie material. He grunted when he was pushed down and pinned again before he could poise to fight back. The sound of tape ripping filled the air and his movement was quickly ended by way of duct tape, there was even a few strips on his mouth and over his eyes. He struggled with the binds for a while, but after realizing that the adhesive wasn't going to let go of the fabric of his favourite hoodie he fell still, accepting his still unknown fate.
"We're not about to sacrifice this poor piece of shit are we?" a voice suddenly asked. "Because I don't want to add murder to my already colorful federal record."
His dark brow furrowed in confusion and then in disgusted recognition. His kidnappers attended his high school...
"Nah, we jus' need virgin blood, an' everyone knows Ulquiorra's still got his V-card," another, rougher voice laughed; he recognized this voice as well, but same as the other voice, he couldn't place a face to the voice. Then again, he shouldn't be surprised since he usually spent his days avoiding eye contact with everyone, in school and outside of school.
There was laughter and yet another voice spoke. "C'mon let's start."
Everything after that was a muffled "blur" but he was able to gather that the three or so idiots were attempting to do some sort of ritual. Of what he wasn't sure.
Heavy hands gripped his shoulders and he was dragged a short distance from his original spot. The new area smelled strongly of booze mingling with something painfully fragrant burning. Suddenly a knife was taken to his jacket sleeve, cutting it so that it exposed his arm without freeing him. "Huh, I knew he was the cutting type," was murmured as his arms were held out and the knife was pressed to his skin.
He hissed lowly when they cut a bit too deep. A hand squeezed and he could feel his blood pool and then spill over, and more and more blood was coaxed out.
"What? Is it not working?"
"I probably needs more blood, cut his other wrist."
The same damage was dealt to his other sleeve and arm. At this point there was probably no saving his hoodie, maybe he'd take the sleeves off completely so it was vest-style?
Ulquiorra hadn't been paying attention to what they were saying anymore, and regretted it when his head was pulled forward by his hair and a cut was made along the side of his neck. He started to feel woozy then.
Crap... I'm getting dizzy...
Another cut was made and the wounds were urged to bleed even more. "Hey, I think it's starting to glow."
If his eyes weren't covered then he'd know that his sight was going hazy and gray. Stop! Let go! He tried to shake his head out of the other's grasp, but he was held fast. Cut it out, you idiots! Trash like you shouldn't exist! Let go of me!
There was an ear shattering boom, and he yelped while the guys around his screamed, some shrilly. His hair was let go and he fell on his face as snarling and shredding was heard around him to mingle with his kidnappers' screams. Ulqui squirmed away from the sounds before struggling to pass his legs between the gap in his bound arms so that he could peel the tape off his eyes and mouth. The sounds had ended by the time he managed to free his senses and his eyes widened at what stood in front of him among the unconscious bodies of his assailants.
A lean man stood before him, bare as a newborn babe and white as a new sheet of paper. Long black hair trailed to the floor and shorter bangs framed an unmarred face, thin lips with two small sets of fangs peeking past his upper lip, and strange colored eyes, the sclera a deep green while the iris was a vibrant gold, that held evil intent as well as general apatheticness. Ebony wings were folded against his back, and a tail of the same hue sliced the air as it waved, and long white horns curved upwards out of his skull.
"Hm," he murmured, his voice deep and husky. "This is the first time my summoner was the virgin sacrifice."
Ulquiorra couldn't managed to speak, his mind blank with confusion and fear.
"You appear to have gotten yourself in quite a state... master," he purred.
Master? "Who are you? How did you- where did-?" His words caught in his throat when the man - Being? Monster? - slowly approached him.
"Ssh... I'll answer everything later. For now I want to have my fill of you." He grasped Ulqui's wrist and slowly laved his tongue along the cut. Ulqui shuddered when he saw his fingers; the tips were blackened to the point where he couldn't tell where the finger ended and the pointed claw began. The wounds closed after their treatments, dumbfounding the teen even more. He was shoved onto his back and his pants were shredded down the middle exposing his dangly bits. He protested and struggled but could do nothing as he was flipped over and the seat of his pants was ripped clean off as well. Something warm and wet, the being's tongue, pressed against his virgin hole, coating it in saliva and teasingly prodding it.
After a mental battle with himself, Ulqui fell still. I'm about to be raped by this monster. There's nothing I can do about it... He closed his eyes, and tried to relax as best as he could.
The being seemed to hesitate, but continued his ministrations. Kneading the soft mounds of the teen's rear and soaking his anus before adding a finger. The prepping was rough and quick, and he was soon hilting himself in Ulquiorra. He growled low in his throat as he grinded against Ulqui before pulling out and sharply thrusting back in with a snap of his hips.
"!" Ulquiorra held his breath and grit his teeth, he wouldn't let the monster hear him scream. The rough thrusting calmed as a hand slipped under his clothes and stroked his back. It slid upwards until he felt the fingers wrap firmly around his neck, bunching his graphic tee up in the process. He flinched when he felt the other's breath on his neck and a warm palm against his flaccid length. Ulqui couldn't stop his groan as his length was massaged and then gently pumped.
That feels... good.
The hand on his neck moved around to grip his throat and he was pulled into a kneeling position on the monster's lap. His tongue traced little circles on his pale neck as the hand kept pumping his cock. Heat pooled in his core under the firm strokes and it was made worse when he peeked an eye open and looked at what was being done to him. "Ah!"
"Mm," the demon sighed and doubled his efforts. "There it is. Keep doing that; moan for me, master." When he didn't heed the demand, the grip on Ulqui's neck tightened making him give a pained cry. "Moan, master." He thrusted and thumbed his slit.
"Ah!" Ulqui reached down and gripped the wrist that tortured his member, digging his nails in when a thrust rocketed the man's cock into his prostate. "AH! Hah...ngh." He tried to curl into himself and the monster followed him down, lying flush against his back. Ulqui felt him reposition before thrusting again. He rammed his prostate with each thrust. The usually stoic teenager was left moaning uncontrollably from the mixture of pain and pleasure he was experiencing.
"Do you like that?"
"Ahn! Yes!" he gasped. "Yes! Oh!" He was emptied and flipped abruptly onto his back. He stared into demonic lust-filled eyes as he was penetrated once more. The eyes closed for a moment but reopened as the man pistoned into him at a bruising pace. Ulquiorra was hypnotized by the eyes. To his puddled mind, they looked like rings of gold floating in an emerald lake. Ulqui gave him what he wanted; moaning loudly, wantonly, and meeting every thrust. He reached his peek and arched as he came.
A sharp pain shot through his neck as the man's fangs pierced it. The pain sustained his release as the being thrusted a few more times and filled the teen with hot seed. Ulqui shuddered as wave after wave of post-coital aftershocks rolled over him, and he felt the suckling pull of the monster drinking from him. He panted softly and let his eyes flutter close.
X~*~X
The darkness of his dreams receded and he awakened to the darkness of his pillow. Ulquiorra sighed and lifted his head so that he could look around.
"Good morning, master." Ulqui whipped his head around to the man who spoke. "Rather, good afternoon."
The being was dressed now, and his horns were gone and his wings were missing as well. The clothes he was wearing was strange: a light gray high collared trench coat-like top with a bloody red gemstone clasps holding it closed from his neck to navel; the rest was allowed to hang freely. He wore a black hakama held up by a red sash and black boots peeked from under their hems. His hair was even pulled into a long neat braid.
Despite the man's well-dressed state, Ulqui didn't miss a beat. "Who are you, and why do you call me that?"
The being bowed slightly at the waist. "I am Murcielago; the fourth demon lord of the Demonic Realm. I call you 'master' because you are the one who I attached to when summoned."
Ulqui wasn't amused. "Well, I didn't even want to summon you! Go attach yourself to one of those idiots who did."
"The summoning circle doesn't work like that. It's proximity based, meaning that any demon summoned from it will attach to the closest person with a desire. You were the closest, what with being dangled over it, and your desire at the time was to be freed from them. I appeared and freed you."
"If that's all, then why aren't you gone?" And why did you rape me?
"I can't go until you release me."
"Then, I release you! Go back to where you belong!"
A cruel smirk spread across the demon's features. "I'm sorry, master, but you don't have the power to send me away."
"What do you mean?"
His smirk melted away into a pondering look. "You indeed have latent power within you, but it's not enough to control a demon of my caliber. In short, I can refuse all your commands should I wish. The only thing keeping me from killing you and generally wreaking havoc is that runes were written in the pentagram to stop such actions. That and I don't truly have a desire to do so."
"So you're just going to stay? No matter how many times I say leave? Why bother?"
"I just want to." Murcielago stepped closer. "And to answer your earlier question, I raped you because it was my payment."
Ulqui's heart went cold, both from the answer and the realization that the demon could read his mind. "Payment?"
The demon settled on the mattress not too far from Ulquiorra. "The ritual to call one of the ten demon lords requires many components two of which is the blood of a virgin and some sort of payment. We typically like to have the virgin whose blood was used in the ritual as payment, but gold and gems or liquors and wines can work for some of the other lords. Ninth lord Glotoneria would go for the wealth, and Brujeria, the seventh lord, would go for the wine, for example. I have to admit I was a bit torn when I realized that my master was the virgin, but I quickly got over it."
The teenager humphed, understanding the information and hating it all the same. He diverted his eyes, staring at everything in his room but the demon as he pondered over his situation. Then again, what was there to think about? He "commanded" a powerful demon that wouldn't leave until he felt like it. Plain and simple. And oh so infuriating.
"Master?"
"If I tell you to call me by my name, will you continue to call me 'master' out of spite?"
"Indeed, master." Ulqui could almost see the laughter in those uncaring eyes that didn't carry into his voice.
"What, then?"
"You lied there and allowed me to ravage you last night. Why? I only ask because any other virgins I've taken when called upon through the ritual put up at least some resistance, or cried bitterly and cursed me. You did neither."
Ulquiorra sighed. "My hands were still taped together, and I was dizzy from blood loss and whatever the hell they were burning, fighting would've been pointless and probably more painful, so I tried to relax and make the best of that horrible moment." He peered at the demon. "You're... not going to do that again... are you?"
"No promises. Your body was quite the treat, and your blood was like fine wine when you reached your climax." Murciel licked his fangs and gazed at the teenager. "I hunger for more... but I must wait until your blood levels recover."
A voice called up the stairs to his bedroom, which was in the attic. "Ulquiorra! Are you awake yet?" It was his mother, Solita Cifer.
"Yes, ma'am," he called back. He stood, sending a glare at demon when he felt a sharp pain his backside, and went to the stairs to see his mother standing at the foot of them.
He felt the urge to put sunglasses on to shield his eyes from the bright smile his mother was sending him. The woman was his total opposite, and the only similarity they shared was their hair and pale skin-tone; he'd gotten his eyes from his father. Her clothes were bright and she was always trying to cheer someone up, while he prefered dull or dark clothes, and was annoyed by anyone that attempted to converse with him.
"Ulqui, sweetie, would you run to the grocery store for me? I need onions and carrots for tonight's casserole."
"Let me take a shower first."
"Thank you, baby. I left the money for it on the counter. You can keep whatever change is left."
She blew him a kiss and disappeared from sight and he headed towards his en suite bathroom. He stopped at his dresser to grab fresh clothes - the demon must have changed him while he was dead to the world - and looked up when he heard Murciel walk up behind him. The being's eyes still gave him chills. So beautiful and deadly, like a nightshade flower.
"Can anyone but me see you?" he suddenly asked.
"Not unless I wish it so."
The teen grunted. "Then I'll hope that you'll keep yourself invisible to others." He straightened and headed into the bathroom, not at all surprised when he was followed inside. He ignored his guest as best as he could as he started the shower and peeled his night-clothes off. He got under the spray and let his hair soak as he ran a wash cloth over his body. "Ah! What are you doing? Get out!"
Murciel had quietly stepped into the shower behind Ulqui and took the soapy cloth from his hands. He turned the teenager towards him, trapping his arms between their bodies, and began to thoroughly clean the human. "It's my duty to cleanse my master's body." He held fast when Ulqui struggled and protested. "Now now, allow your servant to do his job, master."
"This is very unnecessary!"
"I assure you, it's quite necessary."
Ulquiorra grit his teeth and bore with the embarrassing treatment, wincing as the demon scrubbed hard enough to bring a pink shade to his pale flesh and flushing when the cloth lingered on his genitals. He was rinsed off and the demon hung the wash cloth on a hook next to him and the water turned off when he gestured at the faucet. Murcielago carried him from the shower and took a towel to his body and hair.
"Hm?" The demon grabbed the human's wrist and brought it closer to his face. "I hadn't noticed these. Did those other humans do this at some point?"
Ulquiorra snatched his hand away growling, "No," and stormed out of the bathroom. He grew dizzy and froze, feeling a weird shuffling in his head. "Get out of my head, demon." The shuffling persisted for a moment longer before it ceased and the dizziness faded.
"You shouldn't harm yourself like that," he murmured.
"It's none of your business!" Ulquiorra snapped and yanked on his clothes. He stormed down the stairs to put some distance between himself and the demon. He heard his mother say something to him, probably "See you in a bit," as he snatched the money from the counter, threw on his old converses and hoodie, and left.
The sun was high overhead, glaring intense beams of light at him as he threw up his hood and headed towards the store. His posture was hunched and his eyes were on the ground as always, giving off the air of "ignore me" to all that saw him. He felt calmer now. This was normal for him, running errands for his mom and hiding from view of everyone. Demons and rituals were not.
Ulqui grunted to himself in annoyance. He shouldn't have reminded himself of Murcielago. The demon was somehow making his emotions pass through the apathetic wall he'd carefully built over the years, and he hadn't even been around him for 24 hours yet. The very sight of him made the teenager angry and scared and confused. He hadn't felt such things for a while. No matter how much his was picked on at school, and no matter how many disappointed looks he got from his father. He never felt anything until now. He rightfully blamed his... first encounter with the demon for the break in his wall. He'd fix it soon enough.
He eventually put away such thoughts and instead filled his head with music, wishing he'd brought his iPod nano. Hollywood Undead lyrics distracted him during his walk.
The process of selecting and purchasing produce went quickly, bumps only appearing every so often when he turned and nearly ran into Murciel. The cashier was bitchy and threw suspicious looks at him, but he didn't care. He tried to slip by the friendly security guard on the way out, but was noticed and thrown into a short but awkward convo with the burly man. He bid him farewell and headed home, Asking Alexandria on the brain this time.
He dumped the produce on the counter for his mother to do with it as she pleased, and headed back to his room, stopping midway up the stairs. If he went to his room, he'd be alone with the demon again...
"Oh, you're not about to mope in your room are you?" His mother said, appearing behind him suddenly. "It's a wonderful day; go outside!" She laughed, her usual lovely melodic laugh. "Get some color on those cheeks, why don't 'cha?"
"Oh," Ulquiorra grunted, unable to believe his luck. "Yeah, I'll do that. Not the color part though..."
Solita laughed as if he'd made a joke and wandered off.
Catching the perturbed look in Murciel's eyes, he went to his room to grab his iPod from its usual spot - he hadn't taken it on his stroll the other night - a book from his expansive shelf and the drawstring backpack that held only his wallet, and vacated the house in favour of the park. He jammed his ear buds into his ears and slipped his hood over his head, and kept his head down as he walked, taking solace in having actual music to accompany him this time.
The walk didn't take long for him to get to, and he found a shady tree to sit under that faced the cobblestone path. He scrolled to an appropriate playlist and enjoyed his book. The demon settled beside him and he scooted away slightly. He scooted more at the gentle caress his cheek was given. "Stop," he hissed under his breath.
Murcielago grunted and moved away, to the teenager's relief, to stand at the edge of the path and watch the other human's and their antics. A busty woman jogged by; a man walked two dogs past him - calling back one that really wanted to sniff Ulquiorra; a shirtless guy rode by on a mountain bike. Ulqui missed his demon's smirk as he reached out and grabbed the wheel of the bicycle and gave a hard yank backwards making the poor guy flip over his handlebars and skin himself horrible on the stones. He chuckled cruelly and looked over his shoulder at Ulqui who was sending him an annoyed glare before finding his spot on the page.
Ulquiorra tried to ignore the demon as he gently terrorized the unwitting and confused folk, but it was becoming a bit hard. Eventually he packed up and moved away. He was quickly followed. Leave me alone, he thought, knowing that he'd be heard.
"No," was said easily. "I'd probably be less annoying to you if you didn't go out of your way to ignore me, master. I can be quite the pest when I want to." He darted around to block Ulquiorra's path. "Let's talk; I want to learn about my master. That's all I want." He gripped his wrist making the teen look away. "Tell me why you do this to yourself. Why you're so sad. What you like. You don't really have to tell me what you don't like as you've made that pretty clear."
Ulquiorra sighed and looked up at the demon through his bangs. The demon was giving him a soft look that made him look less intimidating... maybe even trustworthy. It was surely some sort of spell or charm he could do with his eyes.
"I wouldn't hypnotize you, master. I can't anyway."
He blushed and pulled his hand away. "Fine... but not here."
"Your room, then?"
A woman rolled by with a baby stroller so he answered in his head. My mom will get on me if I come home too early... she's weird like that.
"Then let us venture into the woods." Without prompt, Murciel took Ulqui's hand and pulled him into the trees making the introverted male grow weary. Eventually they stopped and he was made to sit on the demon's lap, between the raised roots of a rather large tree. The demon's hands didn't roam, only gently wrapping around his master's waist as he rested his chin on his shoulder.
He felt the demon rub circles on his scars with his thumb. I guess I should just get it over with... "I cut myself... because it makes me feel better..." His mouth went dry as he continued. "I just feel so... empty sometimes, and cutting feels like it add something to me that I didn't have before."
"You should talk to someone."
"I have... a therapist. I was diagnosed with depression, and given pills, but they didn't help and I hated the way I felt on them so I flushed them. Dad was pissed."
"Friends?"
"I don't have any; I hate people." Ulquiorra laughed without humor. "I got a job to try to... fix that, but my dislike for people just got worse."
The demon pressed a kiss to the teen's neck in a comforting gesture. "I'm not 'people' master."
"Yeah, you a clingy demon that I didn't want."
"How cruel," he laughed. He gracefully moved out from under the teen and stood on all fours before him. "Does my form please you, master?"
Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'please'?"
"Any meaning really. I could look more human if you wanted' though you probably don't." Suddenly with a loud crack, his wings grew from his back, and his horns sprouted from his head. He grinned showing off his fangs as his tail waved behind him. "Perhaps you'd prefer my demon form?" Without waiting for an answer he leaned forward and kissed his master.
Ulqui's eyes widened and he roughly shoved Murciel away. "Stop doing that..."
Murciel frowned, but it was obviously forced. "Hm, you don't like it? How about something less humanoid in shape?" His clothes and wings disappeared, and he began shrinking and his face and body morphed. Hair grew out of his body and his ears pointed and migrated to the top of his head. Very soon, a small cat was perched on Ulqui's leg.
He was black with his front paws, belly, tip of his tail, and part of his head white. His eyes were large and green and when he opened his mouth to meow at him Ulqui saw that his fangs were still distinctively demonic; they didn't take away from his cute face however.
Erk... Cute?
"Ah, ha ha! My master thinks of me as cute!" Murcielago said in Ulqui's mind. "With a compliment like that, I will stay in this form for a while, despite any future feline tendencies I'll develop." He lept up and settled on the teen's shoulder, gently hooking his claws into the thick fabric. He rubbed his head affectionately against Ulqui's pale cheek. "Shall he head home, master? Eheh, 'meow-ster'."
Ulquiorra sighed as he lifted to his feet, unsurprised that the demon cat was stable on his shoulder. "Please don't call me something so stupid... Also, I'm guessing you can't talk in that form?" he asked as he shoved his book in his bag and pressed his ear buds into place. Oo, Flyleaf...
Murciel moved to get comfy on the boy's lowered head, his weight causing no discomfort. "Of course, a cat's vocal cords aren't made for human speech, after all." He kneaded at the cloth of the hood and rested his head in the area as they moved through the trees. "Ah, I'm already enjoying this form..." He purred gently.
Ulquiorra said nothing as he began the lengthy walk home, ignoring everyone as usual, however as he cleared his fifth city block he sensed something. It was making him very uncomfortable. He wanted to blame the demon, but for some reason he knew that Murciel wasn't the source.
"Excuse me!"
He flinched and looked up slightly as a woman suddenly stepped in front of him. "Y-Yes?"
"I'm sorry, but can I get a picture of your cat! It's so cute!"
People can see you now!?
"Ah, yes. Did I forget to mention that?"
The urge to toss the demon into a wall bubbled up in him, but he held it back. He lowered his head so that his face was hidden by his hood and hair once more. "Go ahead..."
The woman squealed and lined up her phone, taking a few pictures then turning it and taking a few more. Ulquiorra noticed a few other strangers sneak a few pictures before moving on. The woman swiped her finger across the screen, looking through the pictures she'd taken, and smiled brightly at Ulqui. "Thanks so much!" she chirped before carrying on.
Ulqui started walking again, a bit faster this time, as he mentally battered the demon with more accusations and questions to himself. Great, how am I going to explain this to mom? You should just turn into that other form...
"I don't want to master."
You're making this more difficult than it has to be.
"It's not that difficult. If it does get to difficult, then I can just hypnotize your parents."
...I'd rather you didn't...
He made it home and sighed, he hadn't thought of what to say to his parents. He figured he'd just... wing it. He kicked off his shoes as he entered. "I'm home..."
His mother stepped out of the kitchen to greet him. "Hey honey, how was-" she gasped when she saw the cat on his head. "Oh my goodness! Hello there. Hi! Aren't you a cutie!" Ulqui stifled a groan as she carefully reached out and scratched the cat's head; his mother's love for animals knew no bounds. "Where'd you find this beautiful kitty?" she asked as she gently plucked Murcielago off of his head. If only she knew she was showering a demon with affection and compliments.
Ulqui shrugged. "At the park... Can I keep him?"
"Of course!"
"Not!"
His mother "Eeped" and turned to face her husband, Ulqui's father, Latigo Cifer, who had come from the back of the house. His disapproving green eyes glared daggers at his son and wife as he strode towards them.
"Get that cat out of here!"
"Oh, don't be like that. We should let him keep it."
"No, we're not keeping it!"
Solita sighed and set Murciel back into Ulquiorra's arms. "Head up to your room honey."
He knew what that meant. "Yes, ma'am." He hurried up the stairs to the attic and reached his room just as a slap went through the air and a thud followed.
"Lita!?"
"He's keeping the cat, and that is final! A pet is good for him!"
"He doesn't need a cat! He'll just isolate himself more!"
"I'd rather he had a cat than nobody to befriend at all. This is good for him, Latigo."
Ulqui heard his father growl in frustration, but a smooch sound ended it.
"Go to work, honey. You'll be late."
There was a sigh and then a jingle of keys. "This isn't over," his father said before the door opened and then slammed shut.
"That went over quieter than usual..."
Murcielago looked up from where he'd been set on the bed. "Your parents fight regularly?"
"Not really regularly, they just fight over things dealing with me and my health. Mom usually wins if dad can't find a good enough argument... that and she has a really quick hand. Dad works for the police and even he shakes in fear of them."
Murciel laughed in his head and his cat eyes sparkled with humor. "Has she ever hit you?"
Ulqui shrugged off his hoodie and tossed it onto his chair. "One or two times. Once for worrying her when I stormed out of the house and didn't come back for two days, and another for something else... I don't remember."
"Bit of a problem child are we?"
Ulqui grunted. "I was getting sick of dad yelling at me for flushing my pills." He pulled his grass-stained jeans off and threw on some looser pyjama pants before sitting on his bed. He laid down with his eyes closed and felt the demon cat move to settle on his chest. He didn't mind and very soon Murciel was purring, sending soothing vibrations through his chest. It was making him sleepy. The teen rolled, knocking the cat off of him, and he wrapped his arms around him sleepily. "Don't get excited; I'm sleepy and your fur is soft."
"Of course, master. Pleasant dreams."
x~x
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Ulqui lurched awake and slammed the off button on his alarm clock, quirking an eyebrow at the crinkle of paper. He brought the note to his face and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he tried to read it in the early morning glow.
You didn't eat dinner so you'd better eat breakfast!
XOXO Mom ~3
He sighed and set the note on the mattress next to him before rising to his feet and stumbling automatically towards the bathroom for his morning shower, to find that the light was already on in the bathroom, and the tub was filled with water. Ulqui grunted when a hand grasped his shoulder and gently pushed him more into the steamy room and the door clicked closed. He didn't fight as his clothes were tugged off, early morning grogginess still having a firm grasp on his mind and senses. He was scooped into what could only be Murcielago's arms and gently set into the tub.
The warm water felt nice as well as the wash cloth the demon servant rubbed over his body. He groaned grumpily at the kisses he received on his neck and shoulders, but was relieved that nothing more happened. The tub was unstopped and he was pulled from the tub and dried off and led back to his bedroom where clothes were set out on the bed and a simple breakfast was awaiting him as well.
Did you make this? He was too out of it to actually speak; he wasn't a morning person.
Mucielago made him sit on the bed. "Yes, I feared what would happen to you if your mother found out you disobeyed her," he told him with humor in his voice. He slipped briefs up Ulqui's thin legs and followed them with loose dark jeans. "Besides, you seem unhealthily thin. I'd have awoken you for dinner, but you were too far gone." He helped Ulqui into an old band tee and stepped away. "Enjoy your breakfast, and then I'll accompany you to school."
Ulqui blew on a spoonful of fruit and nut-filled oatmeal. "No..." He shoved it in his mouth and flinched as it burned his tongue a bit.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter, master."
Ulqui glared and received an amused look back.
"I've also taken the liberty of packing your school bag and putting your musical device and phone on charge. You head out around eight, right?"
"You were reading my mind while I was asleep weren't you?"
"Of course. As a demon, sleeping is merely a pastime we don't need to take part in, and quite frankly I was bored and saw it as a perfect opportunity to get to know my master since you will not tell me anything without me having to pester and threaten you."
Ulquiorra clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times. "Just don't interfere with my routine. And don't mess with the students and staff."
"Very well, master."
"Swear to me."
Murcielago gave him a suspicious look.
"Swear to me!"
He sighed and kneeled onto one knee. "I swear on our contract, that I, Murcielago, fourth demon lord of the Demonic Realm, will not interfere with your routine, the students, or the school staff."
Ulqui nodded and scraped up the last of his breakfast. Murcielago took the bowl and headed down the stairs, warranting nary a creak, while Ulqui pulled on his socks and gathered his devices from their chargers and put them in his bag, and headed downstairs as well. He passed by the kitchen where the demon was washing out the bowl, and looked for his hoodie as he slid on his shoes.
Murcielago appeared behind him with the missing item in hand. "You forgot this upstairs."
Ulqui took it without a word and slipped it on. He recovered his iPod from his bag and shoved it in his pocket as he swung his bag over his shoulder. "Come on..."
"Leaving early? That's fine." He followed him out of the house and walked closely behind him.
They made it to the school ten minutes before the bell would ring, and Ulquiorra lowered his head more as he navigated the halls with the familiar pattern of tiles and old blackened gum. He passed by the students with ease, and they ignored him at every turn like he wanted. It looked like it'd be one of those days where he'd get to class without a hitch.
"Hey, you. Ulquiorra!"
Ulqui sighed and grunted when his back slammed into the lockers next to him. He kept his head down and his eyes locked on the hand gripping the front of his hoodie. He was dragged into a corner and pushed into the wall. "What do you want...?" He lifted his eyes enough to see two guys and his demon standing in front of him, and Murciel did not look pleased.
"The fuck was that, Saturday?!" the one who called him out demanded. "We got our asses slaughtered and when we wake up you're gone."
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Ulquiorra murmured and earned a punch to the gut from the second meathead.
"Don't play stupid, stupid," the second said. "Tell us what happened." When Ulqui didn't answer he cocked back a fist to deliver another punch.
Someone caught the fist before it could be thrown. "Hey idiots, I've been looking for you." Ulquiorra didn't look up to see the owner of the face, he just knew that whoever he was, he was the leader in this goonish group. That's all he needed to know.
"Sorry, but we found the little emo for yah," the first said. "We were questioning him for you," he accentuated the point with a punch to Ulqui's shoulder.
"Questioning him? What the fuck for?" the leader scoffed. "C'mon we have better things to do..."
"But what about-?"
"I said c'mon!" The leader stormed off, and after some stutters the two peons followed.
Ulquiorra waited until they were far enough to move from the corner and continue to class.
"Why would you make me swear to not interfere with the students when they do things like this to you?" Murcielago asked as they entered the classroom and Ulqui took his seat in the center of the class. He tended to attract less attention there; teachers called on him more when he sat in the back, and he was prey to various pranks when he sat in the front.
I have my reasons... he told the annoyed demon. He pulled out the proper books and homework from his bag and put his music player away. The teacher's here, don't distract me. He heard the demon growl and move away as the bell rang and more students poured in to find their seats. Ulqui pulled his hood around his head tighter and tried to keep to himself until home room was over. He busied himself with looking over his math homework, as that was the next class, as he waited.
Math went by quickly, and he packed up and left for history, stopping at his locker on the way. After that was Chemistry, and then he was able to go back to home room for lunch. Murcielago's anger waned into concern when he realized that Ulquiorra hadn't brought a lunch or any money to purchase one.
Looks like you didn't read my mind that deeply...
"What is that supposed to mean?"
The answer came as a smiling orangette bounding over with a sizable lunch box in her hands. She grabbed the chair from the empty desk next to Ulqui's and sat. "Hello, Ulqui! I made too much again, want some?" Ulqui shrugged indecisively as he always did and she laughed and opened it revealing her latest monstrosity of a meal before shoving chopsticks at him. "Oh, you! Come on dig in! I made smoked fish smothered in raspberry jam, octopus wieners with candy eyes and little licorice hats, honey stir-fried vegetables, white rice and for dessert a beet, liver and molasses cake slice."
The demon visibly blanched, if that was possible. "Master, I must advise against- how can you eat that!?"
Ulqui had already stuffed a cutified sausage in his gob; licorice hat and all. It's an acquired taste... He returned his attention to his classmate Orihime, who he'd known since fourth grade, and deftly dodged backwards when the girl reach for his hood.
"Oh, come on Ulqui, you can't live under your hood all your life!" She sighed when she received no answer, but put a smile back on her face. "Do you like it?"
Ulqui nodded. It was the truth, and he was probably the only person on earth who would ever enjoy her cooking, too. He sent a glared a Murcielago when he noticed his studious gaze at Orihime and the orangette rubbing her temple while gently shaking her head. Get out of there! No respect for privacy, whatsoever...
"She's really fond of you, master, you should befriend her."
Ulqui made a face at that.
"Oh, you don't like the fish?" Orihime asked believing the face was directed towards the sweetened fish dish.
Ulqui shook his head and kept eating. He watched silently as two of Orihime's friends settled at his desk with their own lunches. They were a familiar presence so he wasn't too nervous about their close proximity.
"Wassup, sourpuss?" Tatsuki teased and settled right next to Orihime; Chizuru sat across from them both as more of a rule than a habit.
"Oh, Hime! You've brought such wonderful bounties to school once again!" Chizuru merrily praised.
Ulquiorra suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious compliment on the orangette's breasts, but Orihime didn't seem to catch it, merely thanking the lesbian and holding the lunchbox out for the bespectacled girl to sample from. She foolishly did so and was out of her seat looking for a trashcan soon after.
Orihime pouted and looked at the lunchbox. "Maybe there wasn't enough jam?"
Tatsuki clapped her on the back and started eating her own bento, which had been purchased from the cafeteria. "Orihime, you know Ulquiorra's the only one who really appreciates your strange cooking."
"Heh heh, you're right. Here, eat up. You need it Ulqui!"
The gloomy teen scooped up some rice without a word. He glared again when Tatsuki shook her head and murmured, "The heck? My head feels weird..."
"Master, how are you so against friendships when you're surrounded by beautiful maidens who care for you?" Murcielago asked him, but received, yet again, no answer. "You are quite confounding and stubborn, my master. It's rather cute." Ulqui flinched when he felt a gentle hand on his head. "I think I like you even more."
Should I be afraid for my sanity? the teen asked dryly.
Murciel laughed. "Mayhaps..."
Lunch was over just as the cake was finished - it was good, but the liver was a bit too firm - and they all packed up to go to their next classes, Ulqui's being Language Arts, followed closely by French, and then, at the end of the day, Physical Education.
PE was far from Ulquiorra's favourite, especially now since he had it with the leader of the trio who summoned Murcielago. He quickly changed into the basketball shorts and tennis shoes he kept in his locker, but left his hoodie on as per usual, and headed to the gym for class.
"The calories in Orihime's lunches don't seem to be sticking," Tatsuki said as she idly dribbled a dodgeball. He wanted to leave the moment he saw that deadly red sphere. Nothing but bad memories could be attributed to it.
Tatsuki was one of the captains for dodge ball and he was quickly inducted into her team, and not out of pity, Ulquiorra was quite skilled at dodging; too many bloody noses in his past helped his reflexes. The teams were set and then the game started. People were eliminated left and right until all that were left were the best. Ulquiorra dodged two balls heading for his head and legs and a third was caught by Tatsuki and flinged back, getting an opponent out with a triumphant laugh. Soon all that was left was Tatsuki, Ulqui and some other kid versus the trio leader and another kid.
"Ten minutes left!" the gym teacher called.
"Okay- ugh!" Tatsuki flinched when a dodgeball connected with her shoulder. "Cheater!"
"She never said time-out," the leader retored. "Now get out of here."
"Good luck, Ulqui," Tatsuki muttered, and headed for the bleachers.
The other guy on Ulqui's team got the other out, before ultimately a ball hit him and he was out as well. It was Ulqui versus the leader.
Ulqui sighed to himself. I can dodge for six more minutes...
"Master, I'm sure I don't completely understand this game, but can't you catch the ball to get him out?"
I've never been able to catch a dodgeball, and I don't care to try now.
"Hm..."
Ulqui dodged the next few balls with ease and idly kicked a few over the line. There were only a few minutes left before he was free to return to his dark cave and bury himself in homework, books and music. Maybe he'd even browse the internet, or play some online solitaire. A ball flew towards his chest but he found that he couldn't move. What are you doing? Let go.
Murciel grabbed his wrists and brought them up in time to catch the ball. His arms creaked under its momentum and the only reason he was able to keep his grip was because of Murcielago's help."There now you've caught one."
Cheering erupted from the side of the bleachers that had his team, and he dropped the ball like it was hot. Tatsuki came up and bear hugged him. "That was amazing! I knew you had it in yah, sourpuss!"
The moment he was set on his feet he pushed away and speed walked out of the gymnasium. He quickly changed and gathered the necessary items he'd need and was at the the doors when the final bell rang.
"Yo, Ulquiorra."
The teen stopped in his tracks when he nearly ran into the speaker. He kept his head down but yet again knew it was the leader by his voice and his shoes.
"Where are you off to?"
"Does it matter?" Ulqui sighed. He really wanted to go home, but this guy obviously had other ideas for him.
"It does when you've got the demon I was trying to summon following you... he is with you, isn't he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He grunted when his wrist was grabbed and he was dragged away. Ulqui tried to pry his arm away, but the guy's grip was like a vice. "Stop!" He was dragged to the other side of the school and slammed against the wall.
"Yah don't huh?" he asked, his voice venomous yet teasing. "Maybe this'll jog your memory?" He reached down and grabbed Ulqui's flaccid member through his jeans. "'Moan, master. Do you like that?'"
Ulqui's eyes widened and he flushed and looked away as the memory was rekindled.
"Ahn! Yes! Yes!" he whispered, the tone faux orgasmic. He tugged away Ulqui's hood, leaned forward and bit down on his neck. Hard.
"Ah!" Ulqui bit his lip and pushed at his assailant's shoulders. "Alright, alright! J-Just stop!"
He chuckled and moved away. With his hood down, Ulqui's view of the leader was no longer obscured. Impish blue eyes bored down on him, and a smug toothy grin accompanied them. A controlled mess of blue curls and spikes stood up on his sun-kissed head, and speaking of sun, he was tall enough to completely block Ulquiorra from its harsh rays.
"Let me see him..." blue eyes demanded.
The pale teen sighed and nodded.
The blue eyes left Ulqui's face and looked up when Murcielago lifted the veil from his mind and allowed himself to be seen.
"Hm... you're the fourth. Tsk, that's outta my league."
... What? Ulqui looked between Murciel and blue eyes in confusion.
"Ah, so you're versed in the hierarchy of the Demonic Realm it seems," Murciel praised with a hand on his chin. Green and yellow eyes scanned the human with interest. "You appear to have a higher level of power than my master here as well. That's surprising." He cocked his head. "Which of the ten demon lords were you hoping to summon?"
"Pantera. He's within my power level, and his payment is easy; a place to hunt his own meals." He crossed his arms and shrugged. "I live near a dense forest and I see deer in my yard everyday."
A smile crept across Murciel's gob, revealing his two sets of small fangs. "You had everything planned out, huh? What's your name, boy, and how are you so knowledgeable about such things?"
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. My dad apparently hunted demons at some point, and I found all of his books and research notes in the attic last month."
Ulqui shouldered his bag and tried to walk away. "You two can stay here and talk, I'm leaving." He gagged when his hood was grabbed and he was yanked backwards.
"Where you off to in such a rush, Ulquiorra?"
He sighed and fixed his hood. "The pet store..."
"Huh? I didn't think you had a pet."
Murciel chuckled and placed a hand on Ulqui's head. In the blink of an eye, he was back in his cat form and laid out comfortably on his head. He purred happily.
"You're the one who gave me it..." Ulquiorra muttered and walked off again. He wasn't surprised when Grimmjow followed.
The Petsmart was only a ten minute walk from the school, thankfully, and they were soon entering the store and receiving the customary greetings from workers close to the door. The smell of various animals hung heavily in the air making the pale human wrinkle his nose in displeasure as he went down the aisles looking for cat products. He stopped at the cans off food.
"Do you even need to eat?" he asked quietly.
"Yes actually, but very rarely and very little. That salmon flavoured canned food looks delicious actually."
Ulqui looked at the price. "That's expensive..."
Murciel dangled a paw in front of his master's face. "Please, master? I only need a few cans and I'll be a very happy kitty if you get that for me! And perhaps some of those treats over there?"
Grimmjow snickered, and Ulqui looked at him. "You can hear him?"
"Yeah. Wouldn't it be rude if I couldn't and you two just sat there having a conversation I only heard one part of?"
"That's how it is with phones..."
"Which is why I don't really like them. Only reason I have one is so that I can call on Di Roy and Edrad."
Ulquiorra scoffed and grabbed four cans of food and the bag of treats before proceeding to the pet bowls and picking out a couple of sea green ceramic bowls. He didn't bother getting a litter box as the demon hissed at the very thought of using one. Grimmjow disappeared while he was looking at small beds, and returned with a royal blue collar and blue camouflage print sweater for Murciel and shoved them into the carry basket without a word. Ulqui believed that he was done when he spotted the tag maker and went over to it. He started it up by swiping his card to pay the $4 and put the demon cat in front of it.
"Pick a shape."
"Hmm... this one," he murmured and placed his paw over the image of the bone shaped tag.
"Color?"
"The purple looks nice actually."
Prompts for the information came up and he quickly filled them in.
Pet Name: Murcie Cifer
Owner Name: Ulquiorra Cifer
Street Address: 190 Oliver Blvd
City, State: Las Noches, HM
Phone Number: (004) 555-0113
Grimmjow chuckled as he messed around for his phone for a moment before putting it away. "Murcie?"
"His real name is too long, and my mom'll think it's cute."
"Bit of a momma's boy?"
The tag clattered as it was deposited into the retrieval slot, still warm from the new print, and he went to grab it. "No, if she gets attached to the demon, maybe she'll keep him home every so often while I'm at school."
"What makes you think that will work, master?"
"She'll probably hit me if it looks like I' trying to keep you away from her."
The demon was silent for a moment. "... You win this time... 'meow'-ster."
Grimmjow laughed at the title and followed as the short teen huffed and headed for the counter to ring up his purchases. He scowled when it all came up to nearly $80 all together, but paid it knowing that he had at least $500 in his bank account plus the $20 in his pocket left over from his mother's errand the other day.
"Are you two together?" the woman at the cash register suddenly asked as Ulqui swiped his bank card.
Grimmjow answered. "No, why?"
She put the receipt into Ulqui's awaiting hand. "Sorry, you guys look close. And pretty cute together."
The pale teen humphed and grabbed his bags. "I'm out of here..."
"Oh, um, thanks for shopping at Petsmart. Please, come again," she called after him as he exited through the automatic doors.
He was passing by the school when he realized that the bluenet thug was still following him. "You are not coming home with me..." he said firmly.
"Why not? It's not like you can stop me."
"Don't follow me! Go home or something, but get away from me. I already have to deal with you 40 hours a week, I don't need to spend anymore time with you." He sent a firm glare at the taller male.
Grimmjow grunted. "Fine... I guess I'll go. See you later, Ulqui."
Ulquiorra waited and watched him walk away until he finally turned a corner and disappeared. He quickly turned and speed walked home.
The little cookie-cutter house came into view, and he went around back to go through the back door. He sighed as he went inside and didn't look as he slammed the door behind him.
Thud!
He gasped and turned around just as his mother came into view. Grimmjow nearly glomped him as he wrapped his arms around his neck, knocking the demon from his head.
"You followed me home!?" Ulqui hissed, though he was muffled by the bluenet's chest.
"Hey, Mrs. Cifer!"
"Oh, hello. Who are you, dear?"
"I'm Grimmjow, Ulqui's friend from school." Ulquiorra pushed him away and glared daggers at him.
Purple eyes widened. "A-A friend? From school? Uh, I-I..."
Grimmjow grabbed the little angry emo and crushed him into another hug, laughing as if they were playing. He grabbed the plastic bag from Ulqui and held it up for the baffled woman to see. "We just got back from getting stuff for Murcie. I picked out the collar and sweater," he said proudly.
"Oh!" Solita stepped forward and grabbed the bag and the cat. "Murcie, huh? What an adorable name!" she cooed as she pulled the collar out of the bag. "Good thing you were there to help him. No offense sweetie, but your fashion sense is very gloomy. Well, you two go and do your homework. Do you boys want anything from the kitchen? Something to drink? A snack?" she asked as they passed by her.
"I'm fine, thanks Mrs. Cifer. Now show me to your room Ulqui."
Ulquiorra stomped up the stairs and whipped around to face the grinning blue-haired thug. "You followed me home?!"
"Yup," Grimmjow said as he surveyed the room and tossed his bookbag onto the bed. "Nice place yah got here."
"I want you out of here!"
"Nah..."
"Does it sound like I'm giving you a choice?"
"No, but I'm hard-headed..." He sat down and pulled his books from his bag. "Mind helping me with the science homework?"
"Yes, yes I mind! You shouldn't even be here, you... you... trespasser!"
"Yup, got that right. It's even on my juvie record!"
"Don't sound so proud of that! Why-?" He buttoned his lip when he heard footsteps on the stairs, and turned to see his mother trying to sneakily put a tray on the top step. Not much was on it: two glasses of apple juice, turkey lettuce and cheese sandwiches, and some misshapen homemade sugar cookies. "I thought we said we didn't need anything..."
"Yeep!" Solita squeaked at being caught. "Oh, well I could hardly resist! You never bring any one home, so don't scare him off!" She smiled when Grimmjow walked over and snagged a sandwich. "Take good care of my boy, Grimmy!"
"Can do, Mrs. C," he said around a bite of sandwich.
"Oh, just call me Solita, dear!" she giggled and turned to leave just as Murciel bounded up the stairs, clothed in his sweater and collar. "Oh, sick of me already, Murcie-kins?" The demon cat turned and pressed his snout to her lips before climbing to Ulqui's shoulders and settling. His mother smiled and retreated back down the stairs.
Grimmjow was already lounging on the bed again. "Looks like you won't be getting rid of me anytime soon."
"Indeed." Murielago leaped from his shoulders and landed in his partially human form. Instead of the fancier clothing he usually wore, the sweater was still there, though the sleeves and hood were black, and he wore dark gray casual slacks and no shoes. His hair was pulled into a high ponytail with the collar used to hold it up. "You're mother is very happy that you've appeared to have made a friend, master. You're father is happy as well."
"She already told dad?!"
Murciel nodded. "Who do you think dressed me while she was making your snacks?" He grabbed a cookie from the plate. "Hm, she made these yesterday, I wanted to try one." He took a bite and made an appreciative moan as he picked the tray up from the floor and put it on the desk. "These are delicious."
Ulqui watched as his uninvited guest held out his hand for one and his demonic servant obliged, and handed him the confection. With a growl he shut himself in his bathroom and sat in the tub to do his homework there. Just because Grimmjow was there didn't mean that Ulqui had to entertain him. Or even acknowledge him.
x~x
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Ulquiorra groaned, wondering when he'd fallen asleep, and reached to shut the annoyance off only to be beaten to it. "Thanks..." he murmured to his servant.
"You're welcome, Ulqui," a sleep rough voice uttered.
"AAUGH!" The teen was awake and out of the bed in a blink of an eye, falling into Murciel's ams when his legs got tangled in the bedclothes. "What are you doing here?! Why are you in my bed?"
Grimmjow groaned as he stretched out like a huge cat and stood. "I didn't want to go home last night so you're mom let me stay. She even gave me a pair of your dad's old sleep pants to borrow." He stooped down and pulled out a new shirt and fresh pair of boxers. "Hope you don't mid, I want to take a shower first."
"Why do you have a change of clothes? Did you expect to stay over?"
"No, I just usually spend the night over Di Roy's since my dad's never home at night." He headed for the bathroom and Murciel came out of it, still wearing the sweater and slacks ensemble, and stopped him.
"Sorry, my master is first because I've already run him a bath," he told the blue-haired teen and gathered a still wide-eyed Ulquiorra. "Come now, master, time for your bath."
"No way, you let him bathe you?" Grimm asked as they passed him into the steamy room.
"I don't let him do anything. He does it just to spite me and says it's his job."
"But it is my job, master. Pantera would do the same to you, Grimmjow, if you manage to summon him." He left the door open wide enough for the trio to conversate while still giving Ulqui privacy from his guest. "All summoned demon lords and ladies do it."
"Ladies?" Ulqui asked, ever so slightly intrigued. "I thought there were only lords."
"No, 1st demon lord Lilynette, 5th demon lord Santa Maria, 8th demon lord Fornicaras, and 10th demon lord Ira are all female." He picked up a rag and began washing his weary master.
"Then why don't you call them the Demon Ladies or Demon Lordesses?" Grimmjow asked, his voice a bit farther away for some reason.
"I actually have no clue. It's just something that's always been so for us."
"Can you guys be replaced?"
"If we are horribly weakened or killed, absolutely. The 3rd and 6th demon lords have changed a couple times. The original 3rd, Gamuza, was attacked by Santa Maria and Fornicaras, and Pantera lost his seat while weakened but recovered and killed his replacement Trepadora, who was a female as well." He helped Ulqui out of the bath and unplugged it with his powers while toweling off his emaciated form. "Our positions are all governed by Demon King Kyoka, so if he felt like it he could also strip us of our titles and give them to another demon." Murielago watched Ulqui yawn and as soon as he was done, planted a kiss on him, chuckling and deepening the kiss when the teen struggled and hit him in the shoulder.
"Whoa, have a make-out sesh after I've left the building!"
Ulqui put more strength into his next punch and got away from the clingy demon, though it wasn't an effect of the punch. He held the towel to his hips and left the bathroom.
Grimmjow washed and dressed and they were soon leaving the building, and as Ulqui had hoped, his mother grabbed the cat before he could dart out as well. They walked in silence all the way to school, but as soon as they reached the brick structure, Grimm's posse was upon them.
"You were supposed to meet us at my house, man. What happened?"
"Got caught up with lil' Ulqui and ended up staying at his house," Grimm murmured and wrapped an arm around his neck. "You guys can't fuck with him anymore either; he's cool."
"Eh, no loss there. I was beginning to prefer ganging up on the Keigo kid anyway."
Ulqui shoved the bluenet's arm away after a few more minutes of chatter and tried to get away, but was held back.
"Where do you think you're going- grk!" Grimm was cut off by a fist to the jaw and Ulqui was thrown face-first into a lovely pair of bosoms.
Arms wrapped around him keeping him in the suffocating embrace. "I got you, Ulqui!" the voice of Orihime came.
"Are you messing with Ulquiorra again?" the buried teen heard Tatsuki demand. "I thought I made it clear what would happen if I caught you bullying him! Need a refresher?"
"Whoa, whoa!" Grimmjow rushed. "We weren't doing anything to him."
"He telling the truth, Ulqui, or do I need to bust some lips?" Tatsuki asked as Orihime released him.
He fixed his hood around his head and walked away. "I'm going to class."
The day went by fast, despite Tatsuki grilling him every time she saw him about the morning's occurrence, and he was leaving for work after Music at the end of the day.
The supposed emo worked part-time, Tuesday through Friday, from 5 pm to 8 pm every week, at a local bookstore. It'd seemed like a good idea at first. He'd be surrounded by books and the people there would share his appreciation of the written arts, but that was barely so. Yes, he was surrounded by books,as he was tasked with restocking and straightening the shelves in each section, but he was also surrounded by incompetent coworkers and stupid customers who couldn't read the signs on the shelves to save their lives!
He learned to work fast. Carry the box to the proper section, put the books on their shelves in alphabetical order, straighten the books that are in the wrong spot, and run before someone can walk up with a stupid question. It worked most of the time but every so often he got caught.
His daily schedule continued as such, avoiding people at school and then on the street and also at work, though Murciel wasn't always captured by his mother in the mornings and would shadow over him for the day. Friday couldn't come soon enough.
He was nearly ecstatic when it was time to clock out, signalling his three days off from work, and headed home. Once home he saw that there was a note on the corkboard, and on it was the familiar scrawl of his mother's handwriting in glittery blue ink. He snatched it off and read it:
Ulqui, honey!
I went out with the girls and I probably won't be home until later (Tomorrow if they
convince me to drink enough!) Dinner's on a plate in the fridge, and don't
forget to feed little Murcie-kins!
Kisses and Hugs, your mother
With a grunt, he balled up the note and tossed it into the nearby garbage can. He looked up when he noticed movement at the corner of his eye only to find that it was Murcielago coming down the stairs in his mostly human form.
"Welcome home, master," he purred.
Green eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You... purred?"
Murciel shrugged and slinked up next to the shorter, an odd and noticeable sway to his hips. Ulquiorra took a confused step back, but arms instantly wrapped around him and kept him in place. "Maaaster~ I'm hungry." The teen was about to turn his head and let the demon partake of his blood but said demon reached down and gripped his pride through his stonewashed jeans.
Before he could speak, he was thrown over Murciel's shoulder and carried up the stairs. He tried to prepare himself for what lay ahead, but his apprehension came back with a vengeance when he was carried not to his bed, but to the door that led to the unfinished area of the attic where the Cifer family stored things like decorations, old knick knacks, and clothes that hadn't yet made it to Goodwill. He stumbled when he was abruptly set on his feet and the door was kicked closed and blocked by the demon's imposing figure. He was given a rough shove, and ended up spinning around to face the opposite direction.
His father's old mountain climbing gear was strewn about and the colorful, sturdy ropes lied next to one of the support beams. He was pushed towards them and his jacket and pants were quickly removed despite his resistance and protesting. "Wha-What are you doing?!" he demanded, cursing the fear in his voice, as he was blindfolded.
"I want to play, master~!"
"But I thought you wanted to feed."
"Oh, that too, but... I want to play with my food first, and the harder you climax the better you taste." Ulqui groaned as he was bound in an embarrassing and vulnerable position. "Don't worry, I prep you much much better than last time. Now, let's begin!"
"No more! I can't take it! Please!"
I smiled and stopped gently teasing Ulquiorra's erection with my fingertips. "Please... what, master?"
His already flushed face grew redder. "D-Don't make me say it..."
"But how am I to know what you want if you don't say it?"
"You can read minds!"
I gazed off to the side. "True." With a please giggle I dove into his mind to find his most present desires on the surface of his brain.
Please! Just put it in me! I wanna come so bad; please! Take your fill and let me release!
I licked my lips, all too happy to oblige and replaced the vibrating pleasure stick with my own natural one. I tortured him a little more with shallow thrusts before removing the cock ring and delivering a punishing blow to his prostate. Frowning, I regretted not removing the blindfold so that I'd have been able to see those pretty green eyes roll back in their sockets as his mouth gaped to let out a silent scream and strings of semen dirtied our clothes, but no matter now...
...time to feast.
Nom *giggles*
What is it with me and these extra long chapters?! I mean it's a good thing, but geez! XD Whatever, I really enjoyed writing this!
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