Okay, so I usually try to keep with cannon as closely as possible but in this chapter I've taken slight liberties with Szayel but only in regards to the placement of his espada rank and his hollow hole. With the rank, I'm fairly sure it is on his right hand, since his right glove was the only portion of his uniform top left intact during his fight with Renji and Uryu. As for the hole, because the name of his sword is Spanish for "Will fornicate" and Japanese for "Lewd concubine", I feel safe in assuming that it is somewhere in his nether region. It is my hope that these liberties will not irritate anyone…but oh well if they do, right?
"I saw him first. You can have him when I'm done," Grimmjaw informed while picking up where he left off before Szayel left him.
"I'm afraid that doesn't work for me," Ulquiorra spat.
"That's too bad 'cause it's gunna have to!"
Szayel's mind was racing, he needed to find a way to defuse the situation or him, his lab, and probably a majority of his domain could be destroyed. He looked back and forth between the two other arancar. Either one of them would have been fine but both was a little scary and the tension was only aggravating them further.
"Let's let him decide," Ulquiorra suggested. He thought for sure that he would be chosen under the impression that he would be much kinder to the one he needed than the reckless sixth espada.
"No. That's bullshit. I saw him first," he reasserted as though it was the only fact that mattered.
"You're just mad because he'll choose me. I can tell he's been running from you."
Grimmjaw frowned before glaring at the pink-haired espada. He ego was obviously bruised by that already, he didn't really need to have it stepped on further.
The researcher swallowed hard as he decided what to do. "Don't think of it that way," he said sweetly as he approached the teal-haired espada. "I wasn't running from you. I was running toward this," he pulled a vile from his sleeve.
"I see," Grimmjaw grinned at the object and pulled the thinner arancar closer, "well, that changes everything."
He could feel Ulquiorra's energy flare. "Grimmjaw, we have to subdue him…then you can do what you want."
The sixth chuckled. "Deal."
This exchange, though quiet, did not go unheard by Ulquiorra who, at this point, was fuming and about two seconds away from blasting both of them with a cero. These subordinates, these inferiors, could not treat him this way. However, even if their skills separately could not defeat his, if they worked together, he didn't really stand much of a chance and, in his condition, it took them no time to get him pinned on his stomach on the cold stone floor, his face smashed into the unforgiving surface.
"Fine, you've made your point. Just fuck 'em and get it over with so I can get what I need," the fourth griped.
"That's more like it," Grimmjaw nearly purred in his partner's ear. Seeing him submissive like this was definitely something he could get used to.
"Help me carry him," Szayel ordered while lifting the prone arancar's ankles.
Grimmjaw wrapped his strong arms around Ulquiorra's upper body and lifted him. "Where to?"
"That table," he motioned with a nod, starting to lead the way.
Ulquiorra sneered at them and gritted his teeth. "I can walk."
"But I don't trust you to," Szayel replied as though it was common sense, which for him it was.
They laid him on the table and the pink-haired espada quickly set to the task of strapping him down. At this, Ulquiorra renewed his struggle only to have it take longer for him to be secured.
Once he saw that his green-eyed comrade wasn't going anywhere, Grimmjaw turned his gaze to his newest conquest, who was now much less timid than before. In fact, he was already starting to remove his uniform. "Eager, ne?" he eyed the eighth's slender form.
This wasn't the first time either of them had seen him naked. Though his uniform was modest, he wasn't exactly shy. However, this was the first time they'd seen him like this and both took a moment to really, really look at him. His skin was fair, but as fair as Ulquiorra's, so he still looked healthy. He was very well defined but not as muscular as either of them giving him a erotically lithe appearance.
If there was one thing Szayel hated, it was a dirty uniform so he was going to eliminate that possibility from the equation by taking care of it himself. "I've made you wait long enough," he conceded, carefully folding his shirt and setting it on another long table.
Ulquiorra couldn't ignore the thick, black eight that decorated the palm of Szayel's right hand as it flittered in and out of sight with each button that was pulled from it's hole. The digit irked him. Contrary to is feelings toward the majority of the beings he encountered, he didn't exactly consider Szayel to be trash but he was definitely inferior and having the pink-haired arancar so in control of the situation was practically infuriating.
He removed his shoes and socks and before he started on his pants, Szayel tossed the vile to his partner-to-be and only then noticed how intensely the other two pairs of eyes in his lab were fixated on him. Initially, it made him uneasy but it only took a moment for him to get over it and start enjoying their undivided attention. His impish smile returned as he untied his sash and let his pants slide down his legs, bearing himself to them entirely and revealing his hollow hole. It was rather small compared to either of theirs and located only centimeters above his hardening cock.
Grimmjaw set the small, glass container on the table next to Ulquiorra, just out of his reach and resumed his advances. He grabbed the eighth again and pulled him into a crushing embrace. Their lips smashed together in a kiss that was all teeth.
Szayel, who at this point was willingly accepting the sixth's impatient advances, still couldn't really keep up. Grimmjaw's hands seemed to be on every inch of his skin and he gasped when the larger arancar began palming at his semi-erect length. This, of course, led to the even deeper kiss that the teal-haired arancar desired. Szayel's tongue met Grimmjaw's to battle for dominance but only because it was more fun that way, since he knew there was no way he would win.
When that was no longer enough, Grimmjaw broke their kiss and looked over at the table. He gave a crude chuckle at the sight of a very excited and very incapacitated Ulquiorra fuming on the table. The look on his face, anger mixed with desperation and almost unbearable arousal, made the playful sixth want to toy with him even more. So, he maneuvered them so that they were at the end of table Ulquiorra was strapped to and Szayel was facing the fourth espada as he braced himself on the edge. Grimmjaw settled in behind him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
Ulquiorra watched as Szayel bent over just far enough for Grimmjaw to start to work on him but not far enough to hide his face. Despite his compromising position and growing arousal, the pink-haired espada held an air of scientific detachment. That fact made Ulquiorra a little uneasy. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of being a guinea pig for the sadistic scientist but he didn't seem to have much choice. Luckily, Grimmjaw was quite adept at distracting him.
Szayel gasped as he felt Grimmjaw spread his ass wide and begin to probe at him with his calloused fingers. The sixths touches were just as he expected, rough and invasive. They seemed to assume a level of intimacy that he previously thought the rowdy, teal-haired espada incapable of. When he felt one of those rough fingers begin to push into him he gritted his teeth but tried not to tense up too much, knowing that would only provide him with further discomfort. He couldn't stop himself from glancing at the small vile of pink oil that sat next to the fourth espada. It was there. Grimmjaw knew it was there and he knew first hand how helpful it could be. Why wasn't he using it?…not that he would actually ask that question. Either he was or he wasn't and saying something about it wouldn't change that. However, he knew what would.
Without saying anything, he reached up to where Grimmjaw placed the vile and retrieved it himself. The sixth espada hardly seemed to notice, continuing to push through his tight ring of muscle with an unyielding finger. Szayel didn't want to admit how good that felt, in spite of how much it stung but he knew it would only get worse unless he did something. So, he uncorked the glass container and poured some of the liquid onto his hand before reaching back and rubbing it on himself as well as Grimmjaw's hand.
The pink-haired espada felt his body flush due to the effects of the oil. It worked a lot faster than he remembered from his tests. His skin tingled and though he could still feel those rough fingers, now there were two, pushing and stretching, the stinging burning was all but gone. He took a deep breath and let the scent that was slowly filling the large laboratory quickly fill his lungs and begin to overtake his senses. At this moment, he considered this concoction one of his best inventions and he was fairly sure that at least the other two in the room would agree. However, it did have a little secret. He'd informed Ulquiorra the first time he gave him a vile that it would not only function as a lubricant but also as an excellent pain numbing agent that still left the pleasurable sensations intact. What he didn't tell him, or anyone else, was that it was also a powerful aphrodisiac. He hadn't managed to get a good enough concentration to educe the fever yet but it certainly helped him keep up. Sometime during this train of thought, he felt Grimmjaw begin to toy with the back opening of his hollow hole. The tingling oil on his sensitive inner flesh caused his knees to buckle slightly and he rolled his eyes.
"Like that, huh?" Grimmjaw chuckled.
The sensations the sixth was creating were sending electric jolts throughout Szayel's body, especially to his groin, finally making him totally hard. He took a quick look over his shoulder at the grinning espada behind him. He smiled back as he took one hand from bracing himself on the edge of the table to stick his fingers into the front of his soul-chain hole, meeting Grimmjaw's. Szayel was about to reply but all that came out when he opened his mouth was a throaty moan as he lifted his gaze from between his legs to face the espada still on his table. His attention was totally fixed on him, green eyes were wide and staring down at him with intense desire. Szayel watched his pink tongue flick out and lick his pale lips when Grimmjaw found his prostate, causing the slender arancar to gasp. He didn't get to see the look of triumph on the sixth's face as he intentionally brushed past it a few more times before actually striking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Szayel briefly marveled at the sensation of Grimmjaw fingering him, adding a third digit on both hands; that is, before he withdrew entirely.
The pink-haired espada, disappointed by the loss of contact, took a look over his shoulder to see what caused his comrade to stop his delicious attention. He was undressing. Good. He wasn't sure how much more teasing he could take.
"Ya see how frustrating it is, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjaw half-teased, "being made to watch…having to wait and wait while what you want is right in front of you…" he continued as he tossed his clothes somewhere to his left.
Ulquiorra didn't seem to hear him. He only continued to stare at Szayel, his features hungry and wanting. He was so worked up that he was starting to shake a little. This caused to scientist to reach up and touch Ulquiorra's legs, feeling his muscles tense beneath the harsh fabric of the uniform. He watched the fourth's toes curl at the slightest of affections.
At that Szayel stopped resisting the aphrodisiac effects of the oil and decided that Grimmjaw was taking too long so, he began to crawl up onto the table. To Ulquiorra the pink-haired arancar looked like a sex kitten and he growled in anticipation. However, before he got too far, Grimmjaw grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him back causing him to smack his head on the hard exam table.
"Grimmjaw, what the fuck?" the eighth demanded while trying to maintain his balance. He could feel a little trickle of blood run from his lips and hear Ulquiorra growl with disappointment.
"I want you to myself, at least for right now," he complained, roughly groping the eighth's hips.
"Come on, it'll be fun," he coaxed as he pulled himself as well as Grimmjaw up onto the table with Ulquiorra.
Grimmjaw grumbled but followed because there was no way he was going to let that beautiful pink-haired arancar escape his grasp again. He felt threatened by Szayel's sudden interest in the fair espada strapped to the dissection table so, to compensate, he poured a little more of the oil onto his hand and began to molest the eighth's erection. The pleased, "Mmmmm," that emanated from the other espada was reassuring.
What wasn't reassuring was the way Szayel was untying Ulquiorra's sash and pulling his highly neglected length free. "What are you doing?" Grimmjaw demanded.
"Come here," he grabbed the teal-haired arancar by the cock and pulled him close. When he saw the unsure look on Grimmjaw's face, he turned his head a little further so they could meet in another delicious kiss. The kiss deepened as he slowly slid down on Ulquiorra's length.
The moan that tore from the fourth espada's lips nearly convinced Grimmjaw that what Szayel was doing was a good idea. They broke their kiss to watch Ulquiorra writhe within his bindings even though the arancar on his dick wasn't moving except in response to Grimmjaw's advances.
The teal-haired arancar brushed away a few strands of pink hair before bringing his lips to his partner's ear, "I've always wanted to see him like this…you are fuckin' amazing," he barely finished before starting to rudely nibble on the earlobe that brushed against his lips.
Szayel smiled arrogantly, "I know," he replied, though he knew he couldn't have done it without Grimmjaw's help. "Here," he used his grip on the sixth to pull him even closer until the tip brushed against his lower back.
"Here what?" Grimmjaw asked indignantly.
"Stick your dick in here," he elaborated when the tip found the hole at the top of line that separated his perfect ass.
Grimmjaw groaned at the very notion and wasted no time in complying, throwing his hips forward. The opening was much tighter than he expected and he could feel the other arancar's pelvic muscles flexing and turning around him. It was a delicious sensation for both of them and Ulquiorra was provided the unusual sight of the head of Grimmjaw's cock peeking out through Szayel's body and whimpered at the way he could feel him respond to the sixth but did nothing to ease his suffering. His arousal was going beyond the point of painful to the point where white hot flashes invaded his vision more than the sight of the pair above him. But the minimal attention just wasn't enough. He needed more, so much more.
"Is there something the matter Ulquiorra? You don't look very good," Szayel commented in a husky voice as he rolled his hips, causing incredible sensations for both the arancar inside him.
Once they got going, Grimmjaw began pumping Szayel's length in earnest. Before long, he was bucking his hips, a development that benefited Ulquiorra the most and he let loose another moan of appreciation.
"Oh, you want me to ride you, is that it?" Szayel cooed at the green-eyed espada.
Ulquiorra snarled, he was not in the mood to be patronized.
"If that's what you want, you should just say so," he giggled.
Grimmjaw laughed but didn't stop his movements while Ulquiorra glared speechlessly upward. Any shred of his carefully constructed and maintained composure was gone and he knew that the next words out of his mouth would bring him immediate satisfaction but at the price of long-term regret. He quite literally bit his tongue.
"Oh, don't you know how to ask for what you want ? Here, I'll show you." The eighth's voice dripped with sensuality.
Ulquiorra continued to glare but his features took on an air of incredulity as well.
"Mmmm-nngh…aah, oh, Grimmjaw! Fuck me hard, please, give me everything…I need everything!" Szayel screamed shamelessly and was rewarded greatly.
The movements around Ulquiorra's cock increased but it still wasn't enough. He gritted his teeth and whimpered again.
"Harder, Grimmjaw, please! Make me cum," he continued while toying with the head that repeatedly emerged from the hole through his body. "See? It's easy."
"Damnit Szayel! Move you ass!" he finally growled.
That alone was enough to get the pink-haired arancar moving and though the teal-haired male behind him wanted to hear more he was too far gone to do anything but continually burry himself inside the one he needed and pump the hard length in his hand.
It took them a few minutes to find a good rhythm but once they did, it seemed impossible to break and with only a little help from Grimmjaw to keep his balance, Szayel was able to shift his hips to just the right angle to bring stars into his vision. He didn't last much longer after that and came hard, squirting cum on Ulquiorra. Most of it landed on his uniform but a few drops managed to reach his face. He didn't seem to notice or if he did, he certainly didn't care because the muscle spasms that wracked Szayel's lithe body brought both his partners to climax. He smiled as he watched Grimmjaw's cum join his on the smaller, but stronger, espada below them. Moments later, they were a satisfied pile of limbs panting for breath on the large metal table.
While waiting for the large teal-haired espada to catch his breath and move off of them, Szayel mused that they were lucky that it was him that they both found. He highly doubted that any of the other arancar would have been as good to them as he was, even if he did justify it in the name of science. When the comfortingly warm but increasingly heavy body above him finally withdrew, Szayel was only a few seconds behind after taking a moment to let his lips brush softly against Ulquiorra's. He cleaned himself up while Grimmjaw redressed, leaving the dark-haired espada still on the table.
"Let me go now," Ulquiorra ordered, his voice finally returning to the scathingly condescending tones they were used to hearing as he watched Szayel gather a good portion of the fluid that ran down his legs into a vile.
Grimmjaw looked to Szayel. If it were up to him, he would have left the little bastard there for a while longer but he wanted to see what the eighth would do. The pink-haired espada gave a disturbingly soft smile. "My dear Ulquiorra, you will have to wait just a little longer. You see, I'm not quite done with you yet."
"What?" the fourth growled but didn't receive an answer.
"Grimmjaw, would you do me a small favour?" Szayel asked sweetly.
"What is it?" Grimmjaw was wary of his comrade's tone.
"Would you go retrieve Ulquiorra a fresh uniform? We can't let him leave here like this, a sticky mess, it would be most disgraceful."
Grimmjaw gave a crude chuckle at the idea of Ulquiorra just walking around Los Noches covered in cum. "I dunno, I kinda like him like this," he meandered to the head of the table and licked a few drops of fluid off Ulquiorra's cheek.
He flinched at the sixth's warm tongue as it danced along his sweat-soaked skin and tried to bite it if it got too close to his mouth.
"You should be more careful, he still has some fight in him," Szayel advised despite his amusement.
Grimmjaw laughed again. "Okay, I'll go…"
"Good. Please hurry," the eighth added in a teasing tone.
Once he was gone, Ulquiorra spoke to Szayel. "Why?"
"Hm?" Szayel sounded distracted as he redressed after cleaning up.
"Why did you pick him?"
"Well, he did see me first…" Szayel reminded him of the sixth's primary argument.
"No, I want your reason. Why him?"
"Ulquiorra, it's all about the evil that you know. He is much more predictable than you are and much more easily led when given the proper coaxing."
That explanation put him at a little ease. It was because he was the strongest of the three that they ganged up on him like that. Even through the intense humiliation that he suffered, he found the idea quite flattering. He even let a small smile slip through his sated guard. "I see."
Szayel leaned over the side of the table, "You should smile more. It's really sexy and quite disturbing," he informed in a complimentary tone.
However, the compliment was not well received and the slight smile turned into an intense frown. "Let me go," he insisted.
Szayel sighed and began undressing the fair-skinned espada, having to tear the uniform in places in order to remove it without freeing his captive.
"What are you doing?" Ulquiorra demanded.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" When green eyes glared up at him, he continued, "I told you, I'm not finished with you yet. This is an extremely rare opportunity for me, I hope you understand."