Okay, so this is basically more build-up for what's to come. It lays everything out nice and neat so we can get to the sex in the next chapter. Please enjoy…
Ulquiorra avoided Grimmjaw for the next several days. He couldn't believe he'd given the sixth such an intense reaction that he could actually tell how he was feeling without a shadow of a doubt. He was more disgusted with himself than he was with Grimmjaw and that's what got to him the most. The worst part was that the sixth called him out on it before he himself realized that was the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The fair-skinned arancar let his eyes slide shut as he slid deeper, submerging himself in the hot bath, his skin flushing due to the heat of the water. He felt his muscles begin to relax until he opened his eyes, peering up through the water to see the teal-haired arancar perched on the edge of his tub. He rolled his eyes.
When Ulquiorra didn't emerge from the water, Grimmjaw grumbled as he grabbed the fourth by the horn on his mask and pulled his head up out of the water. Ulquiorra didn't say anything or even make eye contact with the intruder.
"I didn't realize you were so possessive," the sixth teased.
"Why are you here?" he finally asked but still refused to look at the other.
"Why have you been avoiding me?"
"I haven't been avoiding you," he lied, "I've been working," at least that part was true.
"It's okay to be jealous of the soul reaper, I'd understand," the sixth teased.
Ulquiorra barely cocked an eyebrow at that comment. Grimmjaw thought he was jealous of that boy? What an arrogant fool. Sure, getting fucked by Grimmjaw the first time had been surprisingly enjoyable, and the head afterward didn't hurt either, but that was not exactly what had him irked. After being ordered to take the time to prepare the young soul reaper, he wanted to be the screwing him into the mattress, regardless of which personality he presented. It felt as though their master was adding insult to injury when he issued that particular command, even though his reason, that he knew the best about how to ready the young man for Grimmjaw's impending assault, was legitimate.
On top of that, the sixth ruined it for everyone else. Because he, once again, couldn't take care of it himself, Aizen banned trips to the real world during the fever. From the perspective of their master, this was probably a really good move. However, this meant that any chance he had at the soul reaper was erased. After a moment of thought, he decided to play along. "Does this mean you're here to apologize?"
"I don't know if I'd go that far…" Grimmjaw playfully splashed his bathing comrade. "But I'm willing to make it up to you," he gave a lecherous grin as his eyes raked over the wet, naked body before him.
"Heh, okay. You can start by blowing me," the fourth sarcastically suggested.
Grimmjaw chuckled, "I can do a lot more than that for you," he dipped his fingers into the water to run them along Ulquiorra's leg.
"I realize that…but what if I don't want more from you?" he retorted petulantly.
"Then you can piss off," he splashed the green-eyed arancar again, this time more violently than playfully, before leaving in a huff.
Maybe now Grimmjaw would leave him alone for a while, giving him time to decide what he wanted to do about the situation. He had to find a way to get that boy and as much as he hated to admit it, he did have to give Grimmjaw some credit for finding a way around their unspoken agreement, for finding someone outside their hierarchy.
Grimmjaw slammed Ulquiorra's door when he exited. He grumbled to himself as he made his way back to his quarters and was joined half way by the eighth espada.
"Ah, Grimmjaw, what's go you so down?" the pink-haired espada teased knowingly.
"What do you want?"
"I was on my way to see Ulquiorra. I hear he's still rather angry about what happened. You just came from that direction, did you happen to see him?"
It was apparent that Szayel new very well where he'd just come from so there was really no point in lying about it. "Yeah, I saw 'em. I guess he's still pretty pissed. I offered to make it up to him but he's being a dickhead."
"I see. What did you offer him?" He nearly held his breath while waiting for a response.
Grimmjaw gave him a suspicious look, "What's it to you?"
"I wanted to see if I could do anything to make him feel better but I don't want to try something that you've already tried." It was obvious that he wasn't as interested in helping as he was with interfering.
"I offered him…what I gave to that soul reaper. He was so jealous, I thought it was the least I could do."
Szayel laughed a little.
"What?"
"He wasn't jealous of the boy, you idiot…he was jealous of you. If you offered him the soul reaper, then he might forgive you."
"I don't care about his forgiveness."
"You do if you care about shacking up with him ever again…which, since you're both still marked for one another, you may need it."
"It sounds like you have a suggestion so stop wasting time, spit it out," the sixth snapped.
"He's due to suffer from the fever in a couple of months. Let him forget about it until then. I'll let you know a more exact date when it gets a little closer. When that happens, deliver the boy to him…you know, since he won't be able to go get him himself."
The look Grimmjaw gave his comrade spoke of his distaste but he appeared to be considering it. "Let me know," was all he said before making a sharp turn away from the other espada and toward his room.
There were times when Ulquiorra could tell that his master was at least a little disturbed and disgusted by this particular aspect of the existence of his arancar. Aizen didn't let it get to him at first. In fact, at first, he'd found it more than mildly amusing, if only a little strange. His master's lack of understanding was no surprise to him and didn't bother him. However, his disgust was unnerving. It was this that made Ulquiorra give up on his desire to have the young soul reaper.
He had been present for a portion of the meeting between the three captains when they were deciding what to do. All three were obviously struggling with the idea of just handing him over to Grimmjaw, each for their own reasons. Ichimaru was the most in favor of the 'just hand him over' method, citing that the ryoka boy was not as valuable as the sixth espada and as his master, he should be willing to take care of him. Tousen, of course, was of the opposite opinion. He was in favor of sending the young human back to his home without further incident. As punishment, he wanted Grimmjaw to suffer through the fever unsatisfied, a fate that would inevitably leave him so damaged he would be forced to surrender his rank. As far as he was concerned, this was all the sixth's fault for not being able to manage himself better and he should suffer the consequences. At that, Ichimaru was quick to remind that they did hold some responsibility in the matter. Had they not transformed the hollows into arancar, an incident such as this would not have occurred. All this left Aizen somewhere in the middle. He knew they were both right in their own regards.
It was during this discussion that Szayel answered his summons and entered the room bearing three metal rings. "These should do in forcing his transformation and making him maintain it. His power will also be severely drained."
"Thank you, Szayel," Aizen offhandedly commented, apparently distracted by the issue at hand. The longer they waited, the worse it would be for the ryoka boy, as well as the espada, and though they were enemies, he could not see fit to deliver the boy to such a fate without even the slightest provocation.
"Aizen-sama, if I may, I have a suggestion," the eighth took a chance in speaking out of turn and when the three captains actually stopped to listen to him, he was rewarded with the privilege to continue, "Why not simply make the soul reaper willing? If at least part of him likes it…wants it…Grimmjaw will be more likely to take it easy on him."
"An interesting suggestion but I hardly see how we could do that," Ulquiorra finally spoke. "You didn't see the look of fear in his eyes when he realized what Grimmjaw was after. The task you suggest could take quite a bit of time, time that he doesn't have if Grimmjaw even has the slightest chance of 'taking it easy on him," he argued.
"I don't know about that. Compared to Grimmjaw, he's as weak as a kitten right now. He'll get desperate for a way out that involves the least amount of pain. And if we had someone who could coach him, even just a little, I think it would work." When he saw the look of distrust Ulquiorra was giving him, he added, "Unless you don't think you could do it."
The fourth glared daggers at the eighth, unwilling to dignify the comment with a response, especially in front of their masters. Instead, he waited for one of the three former captains to respond.
Ichimaru didn't miss a beat, "No, I think Ulquiorra would be perfect for this task. Who better to prepare the boy for Grimmjaw than his lover?"
"Lover?" Ulquiorra couldn't help repeating the word with a distinct level of incredulity. Love had nothing do with it but he wasn't going to argue.
"Ulquiorra, what do you think?" Aizen finally asked for his opinion.
"I will do whatever is necessary to resolve this situation." He complied.
"That's not really what I asked but I suppose it is an acceptable response. You go with Szayel to the boy. Do what you need to prepare him. Then get Grimmjaw. He will no doubt be waiting."
Grimmjaw took confidence in Ulquiorra's resignation toward their situation. For once, the fourth's unerring loyalty toward their master seemed to be working in his favor. If Szayel did as he said he would, this might actually work out for him.
Much to his surprise, Szayel appeared at his chamber with a wide grin one afternoon.
"What do you want?" Grimmjaw asked when he saw who it was. He had a feeling that this was it but with Szayel one could never tell. Grimmjaw had been asked to and tricked into participating in a number of the pink-haired espada's experiments in the past. Actually, he got the distinct impression that the main reason Szayel was so interested in his affairs was a matter of science to the eighth espada, rather than personal interest. Not that it mattered, as long as he got what he wanted out of the deal, he couldn't bring himself to care much why others would want to make themselves involved. At first, Grimmjaw had been self-conscious but after all that happened, he decided that any sense of modesty or discretion was more trouble than it was worth.
"I came to let you know that by this time tomorrow, your 'lover' will be in need," the eighth giggled a little.
The giggle disturbed Grimmjaw more than it offended him so he thought it would be best to ignore it. "Thank you," he replied though it almost sounded like a question.
"So…" Szayel pushed his way into the sixth's room and waved for him to close and lock the door.
"So, what?" Grimmjaw folded his arms in a gesture of his impatience.
"So, what do you plan to do?" he asked as he took a seat at the foot of Grimmjaw's unmade bed.
"I'm going to do like you said. I'm gunna get him Kurosaki," he replied simply.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he pulled another set of rings, two small, one large, and a small vial of pink oil from inside his jacket. "These should work a little better than the first set he wore. I reinforced the collar, so it shouldn't break so easily," he informed with a wink. "Let me know if you notice any improvement."
Grimmjaw grinned as he examined the vial, "So, that's where he got this stuff from," he uncorked the glass tube to take a quick whiff of the liquid inside. Sure enough, it was the same stuff that Ulquiorra had used on both him and the soul reaper and he knew very well how intense of an effect it could have.
"What's your plan?" the pink-haired espada asked hopefully.
"That's none of your business. Now, I have things to do so…get the fuck out." He didn't wait for the slender arancar to react. Instead, he grabbed him by the shirt and forcibly removed him from his quarters, making sure he left behind the metal rings.
Ichigo was rudely awakened by the feeling of something hot and heavy weighing down his torso and making it difficult to breath. His eyes grudgingly cracked and came into focus, suddenly widening at the sight before him. Grimmjaw's arrogant smirk gleamed down at him. Apparently, he was very pleased with himself.
After a long moment of shock, the young man began to fight and attempt to throw him off. Normally, it wouldn't have been a problem but, for some reason he couldn't get the arancar to budge. In a panic, he tried even harder to free himself, bucking, writhing, and squirming beneath the teal-haired man with the unerring smile.
"Ain't gunna work, shinigami," he informed as he grabbed the soul reaper's wrists to show him his predicament. His grin grew when he was privileged to watch Ichigo process the implications of his current situation, watching his expression evolve from anger to fear.
However, the espada was not allowed to hear the screaming match that erupted within Ichigo's mind. "What the hell? You said you'd warn me next time!"
"I don't know why he's here. His energy is normal, not like that one day!" the hollow shot back defensively.
"Well that's sure what it looks like! What the fuck I am I supposed to do?" the soul reaper panicked as he stared up, wide-eyed, at the espada. "What do you want?" he finally asked through gritted teeth.
"There you go with the questions again. That's what got you knocked out last time…" the espada curled his hand into a tight fist and pulled back threateningly.
Ichigo flinched instinctively but didn't say another word.
"That's more like it. Now, you're comin' with me." He scooted down the young man's body and jerked him up by the wrists until he was sitting up, his face level with the top of the espada's soul chain hole.
The orange-haired boy, unable to think straight, went with his first reaction, which was to bite the arancar. His upper teeth rested on Grimmjaw's toned stomach while his bottom teeth tore into the sensitive inner flesh of the hole.
"You know," Grimmjaw growled, "it's shit like that, that has Ulquiorra so upset."
The soul reaper shot a confused look upward but didn't let go. In fact, he tried to latch on even harder.
The feeling of the young man's teeth on one of his most sensitive areas was starting to get to him and he regretfully laced his fingers in the messy orange hair and yanked him away. "Not that I don't appreciate the foreplay…but save that for him," Grimmjaw suggested with a crude smile.
"You mean…you're not…"
"I may but that's not what I need you for this time," he gloated. "Now, come on." He leapt off the bed, pulling the teen behind him.
"Hey. Wait. I'm not dressed!" the soul reaper complained.
Grimmjaw took a minute to look at him. Ichigo was wearing only a pair of loose-fitting flannel pants. "Keh. You're dressed enough…unless you get off on people undressing you…unwrapping you like the present you are."
"P-present? You pervert! Damn it, let me go! Leave me alone!" Ichigo's mind was racing. He'd been so caught up in Grimmjaw's part in what happened to him that he'd nearly forgotten the other two arancar who 'got him ready' for it. Ulquiorra had been one of them. He was also the one that Grimmjaw said gave him the scar on his neck. He suddenly found his eyes fixed on that scar. Ichigo's hollow had bitten the espada over that mark but that bruise was long gone. He'd neglected to ask his hollow if the biting had any significance other than the hollow's innate kink, but he was starting to get the impression that there was a little more to it than that. Not that he would ask. He also got the impression that was the kind of question that would be answered with a blow to his head. So, he glared.
Grimmjaw gave another satisfied smirk as he tore hole in space in the middle of Ichigo's bedroom. Then, he started to push the young man through the hole until something caught his attention. He grabbed Ichigo by the hair and pulled him back toward him again.
"Ow! What the fuck?" he complained as he stumbled backward.
"Where's that scar I gave you?" the espada inquired with a hiss.
He could feel Grimmjaw glaring at his back and chuckled a little at the reaction. "That's on my soul body, not my real body, retard," he couldn't help throwing that last insult out.
"I see. Well, then, my mistake. That's the body I need. Do whatever you need to do to get that for me, would ya?"
Ichigo smirked triumphantly, thinking that this would be the leverage he needed to get out of this increasingly terrible situation. "No."
"Wrong answer," the espada growled as he began to form a cero pointed in the direction of his sisters' room.
"You wouldn't!" Ichigo shot back in disbelief.
"You bet your tight ass I would. Now change, quickly, and no tricks or I will fire this off.
Ichigo reluctantly pulled Kon out from beneath the bed, startling him awake. Before the mod soul could complain, however, the green pill was removed from the stuffed lion and swallowed. Ichigo, in soul reaper form, burst forth, leaving a surprised-looking Ichigo behind.
Grimmjaw took a moment to appraise the pair, "Kinky…" he purred while licking his lips.
"Don't even think about it!" Ichigo scolded, pointing his sword at Grimmjaw.
"Put that thing ugly-ass thing down," Grimmjaw scolded as he knocked the sword out of the soul reaper's grasp.
He looked down at his hands, "Damnit." He'd hoped that by leaving his body, he would leave behind the bracelets but that was not the case.
"They move with your raietsu, not the form you're using when I put them on," he laughed a little. "Nice try though. Let's go," he ordered and, with surprisingly little fuss, the soul reaper did as he was told.