-1Grimm x Ulqui. Somewhat graphic, some blood. Rather long, but mostly smut (again). Don't read if you don't like yaoi. Let's see, what else...oh yea, i don't own Bleach (duh) and Please R&R.
Ulquiorra waited patiently for the next several months for his fever to emerge. It too so long for it to happen that Grimmjaw had all but forgotten about his moment of weakness. Not that he could have forgotten entirely. His mind would not allow that, occasionally replaying parts or versions of the incident while he slept. Sometimes he would wake up in a sweat with stained sheets and a throbbing from the scar on his neck.
Surprisingly, no one gave him a difficult time about his condition or the scar he couldn't hide. In fact, he occasionally felt jealous stares at the mark on his skin and not just from the other hollows. Before long, in spite of what the mark meant, he took a certain amount of pride in it as well as the looks he received. Not that it changed their relationship at all. It was simply a reminder of what might come. It was possible that Ulquiorra would see someone else first and he would be off the hook but it seemed highly unlikely after the promise he received.
One fateful morning, Ulquiorra awoke feeling unusually groggy. His mind wasn't clearing as quickly as it normally did after sleep and his body felt warm, too warm. He quickly closed his eyes again. Could it be happening? There was really only one way to really tell but he tried to sequester himself for the rest of the day to see if more symptoms surfaced. Sure enough, he was unusually restless and impatient. His temperature never died down, as he'd hoped it would, he couldn't keep his mind from wondering, and he could feel his good sense would fail him soon if he didn't act.
It was unnerving, walking the halls of Los Noches with one's eyes closed but it had to be done if he was to get what he wanted. Stopping for no one and nothing, he headed directly to Grimmjaw's quarters. In spite of his tension, he was able to knock politely at the large, heavy door…instead of just knocking down the door, as he wanted to.
With surprising attentiveness and only the slightest bit of grumbling, Grimmjaw opened the door. "What?" he asked gruffly.
Slowly, Ulquiorra opened his eyes and eyed the taller arrancar, a smirk gradually forming on his lips. "Grimmjaw…" as he said the other's name, the smirk turned to a grin.
To see Ulquiorra give any expression other than schooled apathy, or the occasional condescending sneer, was note worthy. A full on grin was unheard of and, frankly, the sight went beyond unnerving and boarded on disturbing. "What?" he repeated but with a more concerned inflection.
"Come with me," Ulquiorra ordered.
"What for?" he asked suspiciously.
Suddenly, Ulquiorra had him by the collar and was forcing him to bend down awkwardly to meet gazes, "Either you follow me or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you."
"Fine, whatever," Grimmjaw pulled away as soon as he could. "Fuckin' freak," he continued under his breath.
"Good." The shorter turned and led Grimmjaw away from his quarters and toward his own. The thought of just jumping the sixth in his own quarters had crossed his mind but the most appealing part of that option was that he wouldn't have to clean up the mess. He could just leave and make Grimmjaw do it.
As the sixth walked a few careful steps behind the fourth espada, he noticed further changes in his demeanor. His posture was much more relaxed and was he swaggering? As they drew closer to the other arancar's room, he grew increasingly aware and increasingly anxious about what he all but knew was about to happen. Surprisingly, it wasn't what was about to happen that bothered him the most, he'd had sufficient time to come to terms with that. No, he was more concerned with how it was all going to go down. He knew very little about Ulquiorra because no one knew very much about him, save Aizen, and who wanted to go talk to him? Especially about something like this.
Ulquiorra opened the door for him and motioned for the teal-eyed man to enter. Hesitantly, Grimmjaw entered and once he was through the door way, the smaller man shoved him the rest of the way inside. He took a moment to close and lock the door before turning back to his 'guest'.
Grimmjaw stumbled and turned to face his assailant with cold glare. He wanted to lash out at the smaller arrancar but was unsure what sort of response that might provoke. He was hoping that if he was compliant, that the ordeal would not last as long. This left him still, caught between his fight and flight instincts.
With agonizingly slow, predatory steps, Ulquiorra approached, enjoying the slightly confused and extremely apprehensive look he was receiving. Once he was close enough, he grabbed Grimmjaw by the hair and with a swift kick, brought him to his knees. He made a sound of surprise and tensed when he felt goosebumps begin to form on his skin starting from the mark on his neck. Ulquiorra traced the outline with the tip of his tongue and watched the larger man's skin ripple in response. Grimmjaw gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
"My, Grimmjaw, you are awfully submissive today. I expected much more of a fight from you…perhaps you've been looking forward to this?" the dark-haired one teased.
"I just want to get this over with as quick as possible," Grimmjaw tried to control his tone.
"I see. Well, you may be disappointed then." Ulquiorra smiled again before leaning down for a kiss.
The memory of the single kiss they'd shared when Grimmjaw was in need still lingered in his mind. He, without thinking, parted his lips and allowed the other easy access. The feel of Ulquiorra's dexterous muscle forcing itself into his mouth sent a jolt to his groin. Damn it, they were just kissing and he was already getting excited. Luckily, so was Ulquiorra and his excitement was poorly hidden by his uniform. Seeing just how excited Ulquiorra was already gave Grimmjaw a slight boost of confidence. He reached a hand up and began to palm at the engorged length. He grinned when Ulquiorra moaned into his mouth and that broke the kiss.
Though appreciative of the uncharacteristically tentative touches, Ulquiorra had other things in mind. He slowly made his way behind Grimmjaw. The man on his knees expected more of the smaller's rough touches but instead he found his shirt carefully being pulled from his shoulders and down his arms. He watched with baited breath as Ulquiorra's pale fingers ghosted over his shoulder, down his chest, and stopped at his nipple.
Remembering the reactions he'd elicited from Grimmjaw the first time, he tweaked the dark nub of flesh already protruding from his chest and listened as Grimmjaw's breath caught in his throat in an attempt to suppress the sounds of pleasure his body was making.
After that, he withdrew again and removed his own shirt, letting it fall into a pile with Grimmjaw's. He placed his hands on Grimmjaw's shoulders and let them slide down the sides of his arms. He pulled Grimmjaw's wrists together behind his back and started a binding spell.
That was when Grimmjaw sapped out of his daze. "Hey! What the fuck'er you doin'?" he demanded while he attempted to pull his arms back to the front of his body and away from his assailant.
Ulquiorra growled threateningly and gentle grip was replaced by something much more forceful as he jerked the sixth backward and dug his sharpened nails into the disobedient flesh. Nearly pulling Grimmjaw's arms from the sockets, he bound them, bent at the elbows and crossed. After another moment, he reached down from there and untied the sash holding Grimmjaw's pants up but waited until he was in front of him again to pull them down.
The teal haired arrancar snarled up at the green-eyed figure in a weak attempt to hide his embarrassment. But the flush that decorated his skin and the way his member now stood so proudly out in the cool air, the tip starting to weep ever so slightly, made that nearly impossible. "My, my, just look at you." the shorter teased and took the small step forward needed to close the gap between their bodies.
Unable to stand the truth of the accusation or hungry eyes the bore into his, Grimmjaw turned away, even more flushed than before.
Ulquiorra leaned down and purred into Grimmjaw's ear, "You love this, don't you?" He didn't wait for any sort of reply before lapping up a few beads of sweat that were forming on the sixth's temple and allowing his leg to bump against the anxious length.
His immediate, and most natural, response was to start cursing and attempt to escape but suddenly, Grimmjaw felt something hard pressing against his chest. Ulquiorra was just as excited, if not more so, as he was and that gave him some sense of confidence. Not enough confidence to actually do very much, but it was a sort of psychological boost he could really use and enough to change his posture. He hadn't realized he was straining to lean back and away from Ulquiorra until that moment and, at that realization, he shifted forward and pressed himself against the bulge. It was his way of pointing out that he wasn't the only one fucked up enough to enjoy this.
Ulquiorra let out a heated breath and his body shuddered. Pleased with that small reward, Grimmjaw chuckled.
"Bed. Now." Ulquiorra ordered in a dark voice directly into Grimmjaw's ear, his lips brushing it ever so lightly. He slowly withdrew and eyed his prey.
Grimmjaw found himself frozen again as he stared up at Ulquiorra's expression. His eyes spoke of impatience while his grin made him look absolutely mad. It was the most emotion he'd ever seen Ulquiorra show and it was just for him. Being a creature who thrives on the attention and reactions of others, Grimmjaw was so pleased he almost couldn't stand it. But at the same time, the look made his stomach turn and his heart race.
"Now!" Ulquiorra told him a second time, actually raising his voice above a conversational level.
Grimmjaw started at the command but quickly struggled to obey. The way his arms were bound made it difficult to maintain his balance while standing and he wasn't about to ask for help, that was the last thing he wanted to do. Also, it didn't help that his pants were undone and slid to his feet when he managed to stand. Carefully, he stepped out of them and toward the bed. Ulquiorra followed closely behind him and when he reached the edge of the bed and hesitated, he was pushed onto the soft mattress. Because of how his arms were bound, he wasn't able to catch himself, landing face first.
Ulquiorra used a firm grip on Grimmjaw's hips to push him into position. Head, shoulders, and knees on the mattress, ass high in the air, and knees spread. Grimmjaw tensed when he felt his ass spread wide open. His tension increased when he felt Ulquiorra's thumb begin to message his opening.
"Grimmjaw, if you don't want to be torn in two…you're going to have to relax a little more than that," Ulquiorra advised, continuing the sensual pressure of his circular motions on the tight ring of muscle until it softened under his touch at which point, he slowly slid a finger inside.
Grimmjaw gritted his teeth, knowing that Ulquiorra was right, and tried to relax, if only just a little. He appreciated the fact that the fourth was willing to take the time to prepare him but, at the same time, it was a little insulting. Ulquiorra, with out preparation, took all of Grimmjaw's length on his first try and even though he bled, he didn't seem phased by it. Those thoughts quickly faded from his mind, at least for the time being, when Ulquiorra brushed his prostate with the end of his finger, letting out an involuntary grunt which was muffled by the sheets his face was pressed into.
Ulquiorra chuckled little at the reaction and did it again and again and again. Each time, the sound Grimmjaw made became less offended and more heated as his body tensed and relaxed around the small but dexterous intruder. The fourth chuckled again as he looked down at Grimmjaw's cock, which pointed down between his legs, as it twitched as well in response, precum now beading and threatening to drip from the head.
When the finger withdrew, leaving Grimmjaw grasping at nothing, he gave a sigh of relief. The sigh was cut short, however, when Ulquiorra returned with a second digit. This time, he felt the burning, stinging of muscle being stretched beyond it's more comfortable capabilities. To distract himself from the discomfort, he tried to speak. "Wh-why are you doing this?" he tried to keep his voice even but it still had a little growl in it.
"I've already proven, on several occasions, that I can make you scream in pain," he paused and jabbed at the bundle of nerves within the man before him with his sharpened nails.
It took all that Grimmjaw had not to cry out at that moment, the stabbing pain making his vision blurry and his ears ring.
"And although that is amusing, I'd rather something else right now," he went back to messaging gently with the soft pads of his fingers.
The sudden change made Grimmjaw groan and push back ever so slightly.
"Or maybe you like it when I hurt you," Ulquiorra suggested and used his free hand to begin scratching at Grimmjaw's back, leaving behind a few bleeding gashes. His eyes danced with lust as he watched the blood begin to form little streams and roll down the other man's body. His control was quickly fading as it was and that alone was almost enough to send him over the edge.
The teal-haired arrancar tensed again, nearly biting his tongue off in an attempt to keep quiet. He wasn't sure if he was fighting off a sound of pleasure of pain but either way, he wasn't going to let the other hear it. He couldn't stop the heated sigh that escaped when Ulquiorra began lapping at the wounds, his soft tongue digging deeper into the gashes, tasting every bit he could reach.
Grimmjaw missed Ulquiorra's maniacal expression as he licked his lips but he heard the purr and that sound was enough send shivers up and down his spine (and straight to his already throbbing groin). Out of Grimmjaw's vision, Ulquiorra withdrew and grabbed something sitting on the table next to his bed. He heard an uncorking sound and then felt a thick, warm liquid on his backside. It felt oily and it made his skin tingle, especially when Ulquiorra continued his preparation with three fingers coated with the stuff nudging his prostate. At that feeing, he forgot himself and groaned with abandon, pushing back hard against the hand that carefully invaded his body.
That was enough to send Ulquiorra over the edge. Withdrawing from Grimmjaw completely, he began removing his pants, freeing his painful erection, and coating it with the oil. When Grimmjaw heard Ulquiorra groan, he strained to look at the fourth to see why but his position did not allow for that. Luckily, or otherwise that quickly changed. Ulquiorra pushed Grimmjaw onto his side and, lifting his left leg over one shoulder, straddled the other.
Grimmjaw simply stared at Ulquiorra, initially unable to respond to the suddenness of the movements, and was more than unnerved by the single-minded look of lust in his sparkling green eyes. His lips still had traces of Grimmjaw's blood, but that only made him a more captivating sight, and his skin had forsaken its average pallor, turning a flushed rosy color. He was taken aback by the sight long enough for Ulquiorra to get into position and was brought back to the reality of his situation by the throbbing length that was beginning to push into him.
With one long, agonizing thrust, Ulquiorra buried himself in Grimmjaw to the hilt and, once inside, groaned at the tight heat. He sat like that for several long moments, not wanting to move for fear of losing himself too soon. His tentativeness this time was for the sake of his passion rather than Grimmjaw's comfort. He caught his breath and looked down at the stunned expression of the man beneath him. As he withdrew, he wrapped one arm behind Grimmjaw and dug his fingers into the back of his soul chain hole, using it as leverage for his next thrust. Grimmjaw gritted his teeth again as Ulquiorra finally slammed into him with a forceful thrust and kept going from there.
Ulquiorra looked down at Grimmjaw through half lidded eyes and watched in wonder the body beneath him as it tried to writhe within its bindings. The sight of the flush covering Grimmjaw's entire body and the way he bit his lip almost hard enough to bleed were mesmerizing and only served to fuel his now mindless lust.
At first, Grimmjaw tensed up once again but before long, he'd relaxed enough to start enjoying what was being done to him. Ulquiorra's girth had been intimidating at first, but because of the careful preparation, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. In fact, he found he rather enjoyed having the fourth inside him, pressing deeper and deeper and stabbing repeatedly at the one spot that could send sparks into his vision. Another thing he enjoyed was the way Ulquiorra was behaving. He didn't particularly enjoy being dominated by the stronger espada but if the fourth was going to keep acting in such a lustily demanding manor, he couldn't bring himself to argue. Others would pay to see the normally stoic arrancar in such a frenzy even if it did mean being torn in two.
Grimmjaw only had one complaint, during all this, his erection had gone untouched, save a few accidental touches here and there, nothing that could be considered satisfying, and the pressure in his balls was becoming unbearable. Eventually, he began to grunt and groan not only in the pleasure he was receiving, as the pain in his backside had subsided much more quickly than expected, but from the strain of being held back from his peak.
It took a while, but Ulquiorra noticed the strain begin to show on Grimmjaw's features. His teal eyes were no longer fixed on him. Instead, they were screwed shut and his teeth gritted once again, muffling the moans and cries that had easily escaped from his lips only minutes before. He slowed his pace, but didn't stop, as he looked down at the sixth. "What's your problem?" he asked with a slight growl.
Grimmjaw blinked up at him in disbelief. Was Ulquiorra concerned about him? No, that couldn't be, there was no way. "What do you mean?" he managed.
"I mean you stopped moaning like a whore, what's your problem?" he taunted.
Grimmjaw couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had he been moaning like that? If he had, he knew why he'd stopped, the pain in his dick was becoming to much to enjoy but that wasn't something he wanted to share. Instead, he looked down at his erect member, now soaked with precum, and then back up at Ulquiorra.
"Keh, you expect me to jerk you off? After all I did for you? You are too ungrateful," the fourth informed with another heated growl.
Grimmjaw gave him an impudent glare.
"But if you want to do it," Ulquiorra leaned forward, spreading Grimmjaw's legs even further, penetrating him even deeper, and reached a hand up to undo the binding spell on Grimmjaw's arms. Their faces were only inches apart as Ulquiorra gave him a challenging look. "Feel free," he leaned back and away again, giving Grimmjaw room to work, if he so chose, and began to pound into him once again.
Grimmjaw stared back in shock for a moment, he hadn't expected that, and hesitated. Slowly, he stretched out his arms, unaware that they'd started to fall asleep until the tingling fresh blood rushed back to his limbs. If Ulquiorra's renewed fervor was anything to go by, they didn't have much time left, so Grimmjaw reached a hand down to stroke himself. This time, he could vaguely hear his own cries of pleasure which mixed with Ulquiorra's.
The sight and sound of Grimmjaw pleasuring himself was captivating. Ulquiorra gave him a pleased grin as he grasped Grimmjaw on either side of his soul chain hole. The teal-haired arrancar pumped himself harshly in time with Ulquiorra's thrusts, bringing himself closer to the release he now longed for. After all the teasing and build up, it didn't take very long and he shot hot steams of white fluid between their bodies. The pressure was so great that some even got on Ulquiorra's chest and stomach.
As orgasm rocked Grimmjaw's body, he unconsciously locked down on the hot member inside him. The spasm was enough to send Ulquiorra tumbling over the edge. He came with a predatory growl, burying himself as deep as possible into his receptacle.
Once spent, Ulquiorra let go of Grimmjaw and allowed the leg resting on his shoulder to fall to one side. They sat there panting for several long minutes, regaining their senses, before either one bothered to move or speak.
Ulquiorra moved away from Grimmjaw and toward the bathroom, as he had the first time. The difference this time was that he felt slightly less gross and much less pleased. Before he disappeared into the tiled room, he turned to Grimmjaw, still reclined on his bed. "Get up before you stain my sheets with your blood any more than you have," he ordered.
Grimmjaw grumbled but attempted to sit up just the same. However, his body did not want to obey. His back, neck, arms, and ass were sore. Ulquiorra had been rougher with him than he'd realized at the time. He groaned and slowly made his way to the edge of the bed as Ulquiorra disappeared into the smaller room. "It's your fault I'm bleeding," Grimmjaw called after the smaller arrancar but didn't receive a response.
When he emerged again, he tossed a towel at Grimmjaw who caught it and immediately used it to clean himself up. When he looked up at the green-eyed arrancar, he noticed that all the emotions that were present earlier were completely gone. The emotionless mask of the fourth espada had finally returned. "Can you make it back to your quarters on your own or will I have to carry you?" His condescending tone had also returned.
Grimmjaw couldn't suppress a chuckle. "I thought I'd just stay here," he half joked, turning down the covers. He'd been a little disappointed when Ulquiorra left so quickly after the fever subsided. He had a feeling that it was an after effect of the condition but it was a nagging feeling nonetheless and something that had stuck with him since the incident.
Instead of offended, Ulquiorra appeared intrigued by the idea. "You wish you stay in my bed?" The very notion, at first, sounded absurd but as he thought it over, it sounded more appealing.
Grimmjaw smirked. He'd half expected to be physically and forcibly removed from Ulquiorra's quarters once the fourth was done with him.
"Fine, but you have to shower first, you're a fuckin' mess," he informed as drug the larger arrancar to the bathroom by the hair where they showered together before retiring.
Ulquiorra was the first to wake. His head was finally clear and he replayed the events of that day in his mind. It certainly explained a few things like why he was naked with an equally naked Grimmjaw sound asleep beside him. He secretly grinned at the memories. Slowly, he pulled the covers down off their bodies. Grimmjaw whined in his sleep and rolled his head from side to side. As he did, something that caught Ulquiorra's attention, the scar that still lingered on the larger man's neck.
He'd nearly forgotten about the mark, the reminder, that he'd left but seeing it again made his features twist into a grin. Then, almost as though he felt the other watching him, Grimmjaw began to stir. His eyes cracked open to see Ulquiorra staring down at him. The look he was receiving caused him worry. It was similar to those Ulquiorra made during the fever. He began to second guess the safety in his decision to stay.
"What?" the teal-haired man asked incredulously.
"I was just looking…" he brought a hand up to the scar and began tracing the outline with his finger tips. "This is starting to heal," he informed with disgust.
Grimmjaw didn't get to look at it as often as everyone else did so he hadn't really realized that it was beginning to fade. "Good, everyone keeps lookin' at me weird when they see it," he smacked the lingering fingers away, uncomfortable with how good it felt.
"Oh? You don't like it? You never tried to hide it," the smaller pointed out, pushing Grimmjaw's hand away to continue playing with the marred patch of skin, this time with his claw-like fingernails.
Grimmjaw shivered and jerked away.
"Now, don't be like that." Ulquiorra pinned his shoulder to the mattress. "What if that mark is still there when you get the fever again? Even if you don't see me first, I'll be the only one you've got. No one will touch you if they know you belong to me."
Grimmjaw sneered. "You said yourself, it's almost gone. I think I'll be okay," he arrogantly dismissed. "There are few around here that I can't just take whenever I want them." That was partially a lie. Normally, that would be true. His position as sixth espada did mean that he could forcibly take down and do as he pleased with the majority of the residents of Los Noches. However, with the threat of someone even more powerful hanging over their heads, even the weaker hollows would avoid him at all costs.
"Maybe I should do it again…just to be on the safe side." He brought his lips down toward Grimmjaw's neck, stopping short to let his warm breath linger on the sensitive patch of skin.
Grimmjaw's wide eyes locked on Ulquiorra's empty ones giving a look that was half daring him to continue and half horrified at the implications. "Don't you even think about it!" he told him in a dark tone. A small 'heh' was all the larger man heard before the searing pain of Ulquiorra's fanged teeth over took his senses. "Bastard!" He renewed his struggle to get away but only to find Ulquiorra had a firm grip on him through the hole in his torso. The more he struggled, the more the fourth's nails dug into the sensitive inner flesh of the hole. He grunted before letting a heated sigh escape his parted lips.
At that sound, Ulquiorra pulled bit even harder, feeling the flesh tear as blood rushed into his mouth. As an involuntary response, Grimmjaw grabbed hold of Ulquiorra. At first, he didn't realize he was holding so tightly onto the other but as soon as he did, he opened his eyes to see the side of Ulquiorra's throat exposed to him. It was a sight he could resist. Before he had time to second guess himself or let on to his intention, he returned the favor, sinking his teeth in as firmly as he could. He gave a warning growl when he felt Ulquiorra tense above him.
Surprisingly, the fourth didn't try to pull away, instead, he lapped at the wound he'd created while waiting for Grimmjaw to finish. When the teal-haired man did eventually pull away, he did so with a grin. "Are you quite finished?" he asked with an even tone.
"Yeah, I'm good," Grimmjaw licked his lips sensuously.
"Good. Now, get out," Ulquiorra ordered.
Grimmjaw appeared offended for a moment before letting himself smile at the sight of his small victory streaming blood down Ulquiorra's shoulder. "Whatever you say," he smirked, grabbing his clothes and beginning to dress.
The smaller arrancar was drifting off to sleep once again before Grimmjaw's hand even reached the door. Before he left, he took a long moment to stare lecherously at Ulquiorra's sleeping form, barely covered by his thin sheets. He had to make himself leave before the urge to jump the fourth espada overcame him and he got himself in any trouble.