Ichigo punched the wall as soon as he stepped through the gate. Nnoitra raised his eyebrow as he walked in behind him.
"Shut up, spoon-man!" Ichigo yelled at him.
Nnoitra only rolled his eyes whispering "Like I haven't heard that one before..." as he walked away.
Ulquiorra walked in next, putting his hand on Ichigo's shoulder. Grimmjow stepped through and automatically knocked Ulquiorra's arm off.
A growl purred from deep in Ulquiorra's throat.
"What the hell do you see in him?" Grimmjow muttered frostily.
"Everything you aren't." Ulquiorra hissed.
"Guys...?" Gin was standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.
Grimmjow swept passed Ichigo, purposfully hitting the Shinigami in the shoulder childishly before walking past Ichimaru and down the hall.
"Everything cool?" Gin asked.
"Fine." Ulquiorra said, his jaw a little tense as he looked at Gin coldly. "Come, Ichigo."
"I'm not your lapdog..." Ichigo muttered, but he followed Ulquiorra out the door anyways.
"Uh, guys!" Gin called after them. "Meetin's canceled!"
"Whatever." Ichigo grumbled, Ulquiorra not even replying.
Ichigo was surprised when Ulquiorra walked into his room and wrapped his arms around Ichigo, leaning his head onto the orange haired boys shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Ichigo asked as he held Ulquiorra.
"I'm stupid." He said simply. "Grimmjow's stupid. I hate my life."
"Aw, Ulquiorra." Ichigo sighed, noting how Ulquiorra wasn't being his usual cryptic, stoic self for once. "Quit being so emo."
"No." Ulquiorra muttered. "Wanna ha-"
"Don't even say it." Ichigo grimaced. "I'm not sleeping with you when you're being like this."
"I can make you." Ulquiorra looked up and glared at him.
"No, you really can't." Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Quit it."
Ulquiorra sighed, working his hands up to Ichigo's neck.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Wow, do you care?" Ichigo gawked.
"In a way..." Ulquiorra muttered. "Don't ask why, just answer my question, Kurosaki."
"Geez, so demanding." Ichigo mumbled, pressing his lips to the hollow of Ulquiorra's white neck. "I'm fine. It's going to be tough, but I can do this."
"Why?" Ulquiorra half-bit his lip to restrain the sigh at Ichigo's breath on his skin. "Why do you insist on staying here so much?"
"You." Ichigo whispered in his ear.
"Me?" Ulquiorra pulled back and looked at Ichigo. "You would do that for me? I thought you only cared about your friends..."
"I care about only one thing more than them." Ichigo grinned, putting his hand on Ulquiorra's cheek. "That arrogant, emotionless 4th Emospada. You know, the sexy one who looks like he's crying green eyeliner."
Ulquiorra grimaced, turning away and feeling Ichigo's arms around him. He leaned his head back on the Soul Reapers shoulder and let his lips play with his neck and ear.
He reached back, his hands grasping the sides of Ichigo's hakama as he felt himself getting more and more aroused.
"Ichigo..." He whispered. "Please...I'll be good...just...I want you so much..."
"You sound a little different, Ulquiorra." Ichigo moaned as Ulquiorra pushed back on his groin. "You're not as...depressed and arrogant as before..."
"I blame you." Ulquiorra whirled around and pushed Ichigo back towards the bed.
Ichigo just let him. He couldn't deny that Ulquiorra looked damn sexy right now, all frazzled and disshelved. He'd never really seen him this screwed up, even before, and he liked it.
Ulquiorra pushed him back on the bed and Ichigo reached up, unzipping Ulquiorra's jacket as the Espada stood between his legs. He licked and kissed that pale chest, remembering the hard taste of it. He pushed the jacket back and let his hands stray to the obi around Ulquiorra's hakama. He could see the bulge beneath them getting harder by the second...
Ulquiorra pushed Ichigo back the second his hakama fell to the floor. He crawled over him and pushed his haori off his shoulders, taking Ichigo's lips desperately.
His hands reached down, nearly ripping off Ichigo's obi as the Soul Reaper helped him pulled them off. Ulquiorra's hand went from Ichigo's ankle, along his calf and up to his thigh. They played with Ichigo's hardening erection as both of them bit thier lip.
"Mmm..." Ichigo hummed.
Ulquiorra pushed himself further up Ichigo's body and kissed him, his hand still working Ichigo's manhood. The Arrancar's cold and smooth hands felt so good against the sensitive skin. Ichigo moaned against Ulquiorra's lips, and he trailed his hand from Ichigo up his stomach and chest to rest on his neck. Ulquiorra pushed himself further down, biting Ichigo's tongue at the feeling of Ichigo's abs against his erection.
He pushed his erection into Ichigo's both them moaning as he grinded on it, breaking the kiss. Ichigo threw his head back, gasps of breath escaping his lips. He grabbed Ulquiorra's hips, willing him to keep going. Ulquiorra did, moaning so loudly, because at this point he didn't give a shit who heard.
"Ichigo...it feels so good..." He pressed harder and harder until Ichigo haulted his hips.
Ichigo rolled on top of him, straddling him this time. Ichigo's hand reached back behind him and played with the tip of Ulquiorra's manhood as he pushed two of his other fingers in Ulquiorra's mouth. Ulquiorra moaned, sucking hard as Ichigo repeated brushed pre-cum off his tip.
When Ichigo pulled his fingers back, he replaced them with his lips. He pulled his other hand forward as he reached down, his wet fingers playing with Ulquiorra's entrance.
"Oh, my-" Ulquiorra moaned, pulling away from Ichigo as one of the finger pushed inside. "Mmm, yes."
Ichigo smirked as he pushed another finger in, then another. Ulquiorra pushed down against the fingers, driving them deeper and deeper.
Ichigo leaned down and bit Ulquiorra's black lip as he pulled the fingers out, pushing himself down.
"This is going to hurt the first time." Ichigo said softly as he kissed Ulquiorra's chest. "But it'll get better after that."
"Just do it, Ichigo!" Ulquiorra demanded.
Ichigo shook his head with a chuckled before positioning himself over Ulquiorra.
"I'll make it quick..." Ichigo whispered.
He thrust quick, going all the way inside Ulquiorra before the Espada's eyes went wide and glassy.
"Fuck..." Ichigo moaned. "You're tight."
"I...ow...never...done this...before..." Ulquiorra muttered, laying his head back. "Ouch."
Ichigo snickered. "You should be fine now."
He pulled back a little, watching Ulquiorra bit his lip. He took that as an okay. He made his thrust's quicker, faster.
"Oh!" Ulquiorra reached up and grabbed Ichigo's waist. "Yes..."
Ichigo pushed deeper, stopping completely when suddenly Ulquiorra's hands went tightly on his hips and his eyes went wide.
"Are you okay?" Ichigo asked.
"Damn it, Ichigo don't stop!" Ulquiorra demanded.
"Are you-"
Ulquiorra thrust his hips up, onto Ichigo. Ichigo threw his head back, moaning.
"Fuck...oh...fuck..." Ichigo started back up again, unable to resist thrusting in and out of Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra wrapped his legs around Ichigo, putting his arms around his neck. Ichigo leaned down and kissed Ulquiorra breifly. Then he reached down and wrapped his hand around Ulquiorra's erection.
"Oh..." Ulquiorra moaned, his eyes rolling back as Ichigo pumped his hand in time with his thrusts.
Ichigo was panting, feeling his limit approaching as sweat made his hair stick to his forehead. He groaned as Ulquiorra kissed him again, feeling himself approaching release as well.
"Ichigo..." Ulquiorra whispered when he pulled back. "Faster..."
Ichigo gulped as he pumped his hips as fast as they would go. Anything to make him happy...
"Mmmm..." Ulquiorra bit his lip.
"Damn it." Ichigo threw his head back just before Ulquiorra released all over his torso. "Ulquiorra!"
His head dropped to the Espada's shoulder as he filled Ulquiorra from the inside.
They were both gasping for breath, Ichigo collapsed on top of Ulquiorra, the wetness between them the least of thier worries. Ichigo reached down and grabbed Ulquiorra's hand as he nuzzled his face into the Arrancar's neck. Ulquiorra grinned only slightly.
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Ichimaru gulped. "Damn."
"Interesting..." Aizen muttered, raising an eyebrow.
"I cannot believe we just watched that..." Gin muttered.
It was hard for Ichimaru not to touch himself as he saw the two lovers tangled in each other on the bed after a nice bout of sex like that.
"I'd say we're one step closer to achieving our goal, Gin." Aizen smirked.
Gin gasped when Aizen disappeared from his chair. "Sousuke?"
"Hmm?" Aizen whispered against Gin's neck from behind.
Uh-oh, Aizen's horny...Gin thought, smirking.
He reached back and touched Aizen's cheek over his shoulder.
Aizen chuckled as he bit at his fingers softly.
"Come, Gin." He whispered, and the Gin was lead out of the room, towards Aizen's quarters.