Ichigo waited until the very last possible second before he left for school the following morning to put Kon's soul candy back into the stuffed lion. As soon as he did, he left without saying a word, which, in itself, wasn't unusual but it was still unnerving. This left the mod soul the majority of the day to ponder what he wanted to say to Ichigo.

When he returned that afternoon, he entered his bedroom to find the plushy seated on his windowsill staring out into the street where he'd watched Grimmjaw return Ichigo to the real world. A full week went by like that. Neither one said anything of meaning to the other until Ichigo came home from school and, irritated by the mod soul's constant moping, decided to say something.

"It's been almost a week. Aren't you going to ask me what happened?" Ichigo began as he laid down on his bed.

Kon didn't turn to reply. "No."

"Really?" Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you wanted to tell me. You would have by now. Besides, you made it perfectly clear that night that you didn't want to talk about it."

"Good. 'Cause like I said, it was nothing."

"Ichigo," Kon finally turned to face the teen, "I know something really fucked up happened to you. It's not that hard to tell. I saw the way he treated you."

Ichigo shrank at the accusing tone the mod soul used. "Are you going to tell anyone?"

"No…not unless it keeps happening or you start acting weirder than normal because of it." Kon replied evenly. He'd had much time to consider the best course of action and taking into account his situation with the soul reaper, he decided to just take a passive role, only taking action if Ichigo really looked like he needed help.

As it were, the teen had managed to push any thoughts related to his 'encounters' out of his mind when in the presence of others…for the most part. "Thank you," he said.

Meanwhile back in Heuco Mundo…

Grimmjaw was seated at the foot of Ulquiorra's bed when he emerged from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still stringy and wet. He tried not to snicker when he saw the sixth. "Can I help you?"

The teal-haired arancar took a moment to really look at his comrade. His fair skin glistened with the quickly cooling moisture from his shower. As the water droplets evaporated they made goosebumps all over his body and his nipples harden. It took all Grimmjaw had not to lick his lips in appreciation. "I wanted to see if he marked you too." It was part of the reason he'd come here.

"I'm afraid he wasn't inclined to do such a thing." He shrugged as he made his way over to a fresh uniform, neatly folded on his bedside table. As much as he would have enjoyed that, he wasn't given sufficient time to coax the teen into such an action.

"But he was inclined to tell you to do it…" Grimmjaw's words carried an unusual tone of scathing curiosity.

"Indeed he did," Ulquiorra, facing away from his 'guest', licked his lips, remembering the intoxicatingly sweet taste of human flesh.

"How'd ya do it?" he asked as he took a closer look at Ulquiorra's neck. Grimmjaw's mark was still there, even if it was fading.

"You really want to know?" Ulquiorra asked, still not bothering to turn and face the sixth as he dropped his towel and began dressing.

The sudden sight of Ulquiorra's bare ass made Grimmjaw forget for a moment what they were talking about. He only regained his sense of self after watching those slender hips sway as the fourth bend over to put his pants on. "Yeah," he finally confirmed.

That was when the shorter espada turned around to face his 'company', shirt in hand. "I knew you'd be angry when you came back and found us like that. I told him that you'd probably kill him in a fit of unbridled rage without so much as a second thought regarding his condition…but if he let me take control of him, that you wouldn't…or at least that I'd stop you."

"He bought that bullshit?" Grimmjaw chuckled a little. Sure, he was still a little pissed about having the soul reaper stolen from him in such a way, even if Ulquiorra wouldn't play with his new toy, but it was amusing. Actually, the thought of murdering the young man for something so small, especially when in such a pathetic state, never crossed his mind. He'd just wanted to get the soul reaper out of there as quickly as possible so that it would all be over.

"He was so close to coming by that point that he didn't question it," Ulquiorra bragged as he pulled his shirt up his arms and over his shoulders.

This time Grimmjaw outright laughed.

"So, we're even now," Ulquiorra informed as he began zipping up his shirt.

Watching the green-eyed espada get dressed was almost as frustrating as the idea that he'd actually owed something to him in the first place. "I wouldn't go that far. If you'd let me take him with me when I left the first time, maybe…but not now."

Ulquiorra smiled inwardly. Grimmjaw still didn't know that he was aware that his encounter with the soul reaper was an accident, not an attempt to escape him, and that either way, he didn't really care that much. The sixth was also too proud to admit that seeing the handsome young man had been a mistake, that he'd really gone to the real world to formulate some sort of plan for what to do when he found Ulquiorra.

The fourth shrugged as he finished zipping up his collar before sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and shoes. "Do you expect something of me? Is that why you are here?"

"What? I can't just come visit you? You should appreciate it since you hardly ever keep any sort of company," Grimmjaw teased as he scooted closer to his comrade.

"The company I keep is no concern of yours."

"It is when I'm that company. You owe me."

"Really? Did you ever think that it's your fault for leaving him alone with me that that happened?"

"Nice try. I'm not responsible for your choices," he drew closer to the smaller arancar

"It was his choice," Ulquiorra reminded, careful not to back away.

"You can fool him with that crap but not me." He pushed the fourth back onto the bed so that his legs still hung over the edge. Surprisingly, he was met with little resistance so, he removed the other arancar's shoes and socks. He tossed them aside before moving up to unzip Ulquiorra's shirt. As he did, he watched green eyes roll in irritation.

After all the care he took in dressing, Grimmjaw seemed intent to undo all that. Not that this was an unexpected development. He'd seen the hungry look in those teal eyes the moment he entered the room. He said nothing as he watched his zipper glide back downward. However, he couldn't hold back a slight sigh when Grimmjaw's strong and determined hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms taking his shirt with them.

The teal-haired espada then used one hand, no-so-carefully hooked around the back of Ulquiorra's neck, to pull him off the bed long enough to yank the shirt out from beneath them. When Grimmjaw reached his pants, he finally spoke. "Stop it," he commanded.

"Why? I saw the way you reacted to that boy undressing you. You like it." Grimmjaw grinned at the flush that was starting to form on his partner's cheeks as he untied the sash at his waist. "That's okay, he does too."

Ulquiorra gave the slightest mewl of pleasure when Grimmjaw slid his hands inside to push his pants down. He could feel his hands along every inch of his legs. By the time his trousers were discarded he was mostly hard. The sixth took in the sight of the fourth, now nude before him, with a slight growl before moving up to initiate a rough kiss, his favorite kind. He was pleased that Ulquiorra saw fit to kiss him back without hesitation. As they kissed, their hands ran up and down each other's bodies. When Grimmjaw finally took Ulquiorra's length into his hand, the kiss was broken by a hiss of pleasure.

Grimmjaw leaned over and whispered into his partner's ear in a husky voice, "You're so sexy when you do shit like that," he complimented, knowing that even the slightest reaction from the fourth was a great reward.

In response, Ulquiorra screwed his eyes shut. He didn't like his involuntary outbursts as much as Grimmjaw did because they both knew it was a sign of his weakening self control. However, it seemed he was unable to suppress the heated sighs that escaped his lips as Grimmjaw leisurely stroked his erection.

But before long, Grimmjaw moved away, abandoning the warm body beneath him.

Ulquiorra glared.

"What?" he feigned innocence, an unusual tone for the sixth espada.

Ulquiorra slowly sat up and glanced down at his lap before glaring at Grimmjaw again.

"Keh, you expect me to jerk you off? After all I did for you? You are too ungrateful," he used Ulquiorra's words against him, words that rang in his ears and made him angry.

"I expect nothing of you."

"Good…but if you wanna do it yourself," he grabbed Ulquiorra's hand and pressed his open palm hard against his own erection.

The fourth gasped at the rough contact.

"Feel free," Grimmjaw pushed away and headed toward the door, laughing all the way. That is, until he heard Ulquiorra give a deep throated moan. At that point, there was no way he wasn't going to at least turn and see what that was all about. His eyes grew wide at what he saw. Ulquiorra, not bothering to push himself further up onto the bed, lay where Grimmjaw put him with one hand traveling up and down his throbbing length and the other in a fist up near his lips where he nibbled on his knuckles in a feeble attempt to stifle any sounds too much louder than the one he'd just made. Grimmjaw's eyes sparkled at the sight and he slowly started to make his way back to his comrade.

As Ulquiorra eyed the sixth from his extremely vulnerable position, he could tell by Grimmjaw's posture that if he was in his released state, his ears and tail would be twitching with excitement and anticipation.

Grimmjaw licked his lips, thinking that Ulquiorra had been right about one thing. Watching someone else pleasure themselves was an exciting spectacle. Once he was standing over his comrade again, he growled hungrily as he leaned over, took Ulquiorra's hand away from his mouth, and pinned it next to his head.

That's when they made real eye contact for the first time since either'd entered the room. Grimmjaw was grinning wantonly downward while Ulquiorra looked back up with an arrogant knowing. He knew if he'd started touching himself, Grimmjaw would come back. It was much easier to do that than to ask or, heaven forbid, order the sixth espada to return to his bed.

This look did not go unnoticed by the larger espada. "Tch, that's an awful big look for someone in your position."

Ulquiorra wanted to reply, "That's because I'm still in control of this situation," but he refrained, knowing that would cause the other to leave. He also knew that that wasn't entirely true. Sure, he could still be incredibly manipulative and, chances were, the sixth would fall for his ploys but the real gravity of the situation left him as Grimmjaw's uke, something that he was only starting to become comfortable with. So, instead of his snarky reply, he simply rolled his head back a little and let slip another moan, not stopping his hand for even a moment.

When those pale lips parted to emit that lusty sound, Grimmjaw took the opportunity to capture them with his own. He quickly realized that while distracted as such, Ulquiorra's kisses became less expert, less dexterous and that, somehow, made them even hotter. At this realization, Grimmjaw couldn't help chuckling into the other's mouth, interrupting their lip-lock for only a moment.

Ulquiorra let his eyelids slide shut as he felt his need begin to overtake his good sense. As much as he hated the very idea of allowing himself to be beneath Grimmjaw like this, at the same time, it was strangely exciting. It was as though he couldn't stop himself from provoking the larger, but lower-ranked, espada. Regardless, some small part of him was enjoying this and it was quickly growing. Without thinking, he stopped trying to pull his off-hand free from Grimmjaw's and instead held on tight.

Grimmjaw cringed slightly, Ulquiorra's grip was unexpected and nearly bone-crushingly strong, signaling his desire for the sixth to stay. To test this, he tried to pull away ever so slightly, finding that the vice-like grip grew even stronger, more painful. Immediately, he returned to using his weight to hold the fourth's hand in place. "Well, if you're not gunna let me leave…" he reached down with his free hand and untied the sash at his waist, letting his pants fall down to his knees. He didn't bother to finish his sentence, knowing that his actions would be sufficient in telling what he wanted. He lifted himself up onto the bed so that their erections were touching. For a moment, he thought he heard Ulquiorra give a heated whine, but he couldn't be sure.

Without skipping a beat Ulquiorra took Grimmjaw into his hand as well and continued to squeeze and pump the engorged pieces of flesh. All the while, they ground their hips together, creating even more delicious friction and once they really got going, there was enough precum to allow them to slide freely against one another and inside Ulquiorra's grasp.

Before they were finished, they were slippery enough and their movements were strong enough and erratic enough that it was starting to effect the smaller espada's grip. This made him hold on even tighter, for fear of losing that precious friction. This increased pressure had an unexpected but not unpleasant side effect. Not three thrusts later, Ulquiorra felt his entire body shudder as he came hard, shooting cum up onto his stomach and chest.

The first pulse of Ulquiorra's cock and the accompanying groan sent Grimmjaw over the edge his seed joining his partner's on the chest of the smaller. Much to Grimmjaw's astonishment, he wasn't immediately thrown off. Instead, Ulquiorra seemed willing to bask in the afterglow with the sixth for at least a moment. Unfortunately, that moment was rather rudely interrupted.

Ichimaru barely knocked before poking his head into the forth espada's chamber. He licked his lips, just a little, at what he saw. "I just stopped by to remind you of the meeting. It's in ten minutes…"

Grimmjaw sneered at the former captain but didn't dispute his presence. He did, however, pull his pants back up and retied his sash, leaving Ulquiorra covered in cum and totally exposed on the edge of his bed. The smaller espada focused his attention on controlling his breathing and maintaining his normally schooled expressionlessness. He told himself that at the very least, it was only Ichimaru and he waited until they were finished to barge into his quarters.

When neither of them saw fit to say anything, the fox-faced man continued, "It's good to see that you two've kissed and made up…Aizen-sama will be very pleased," he added. In actuality, the only reason Aizen would care, let alone be 'very pleased', is that he might not have to deal with their drama for a while.

At the word 'kissed', Grimmjaw brought his fingers to his lips and when he withdrew them, he found traces of blood. He made a quick glance down at Ulquiorra to find his fair lips were bruised and bleeding. His lip twitched at the sight and he had to tear his gaze away from the smaller arancar still reclined on his bed for fear of getting excited all over again.

Ichimaru chuckled and slipped back into the hallway, obviously very pleased with himself.

Once the door clicked shut, Grimmjaw eyed Ulquiorra with a look that mixed victory with only partially sated and unbelievably greedy primal lust. Every second that the fourth espada lay there prone before him he took to commit every small detail to memory. There was so much and he didn't want to miss a single little thing. Briefly, he mused over how their cum was quickly congealing on his torso. His breathing had finally leveled out, that was a shame. His dark hair was still damp, leaving errant strands to stick to his face and emphasize their contrast to his alabaster skin. He particularly enjoyed the expression his partner was wearing. For the most part, his face was void of any discernable emotion but his eyes betrayed him, or at least that's how it appeared. But instead of any trace of anger or (as much as Grimmjaw'd hoped) humiliation he found something resembling satisfaction. Above all and much to Grimmjaw's delight, Ulquiorra appeared disheveled and lethargic.

The green-eyed espada, though intrigued and amused by his larger partner's intense stare, regretfully sat up and began to use his towel to clean himself up. "Couldn't you have done that before I took my shower?" he complained.

"Tch," he scoffed. Of course not. Taking something so incredibly pristine, as Ulquiorra had just become before Grimmjaw jumped him, and defiling it was the majority of his motivation. "You better hurry up," he informed as he wiped the blood from his lips onto his white sleeve, staining his uniform with Ulquiorra's blood, "we wouldn't want to be late." His tone was chiding and void any real respectful seriousness.

However, he was right and the fourth knew that so, he quickly finished cleaning himself up, got dressed, and ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times before leading them out of his chamber. Fortunately, they were not late, not that Grimmjaw really cared that much, and it was in no small part thanks to Ichimaru's intrusive reminder. Ulquiorra begrudgingly told himself that he should thank the former captain at a more appropriate time.

All I can say is wow. Thank you all for your suggestions. I think I have what I need now to continue.