Ulquiorra glared into blue irises - was what he heard what the Sexta actually said? Did he actually just call him a 'baka', or did he just imagine it? Everything in his line of vision was blood red, and his rage was growing as steadily as his reiatsu.
''You better take that back if you value your life,'' he said, not even recognizing his own voice since it was deep and menacing. Grimmjow smirked, shrugging under his grip. Did he not care about anything that involved his own life? Most likely noe anymore, since he was immortal.
''You know you don'y want to hurt me,'' he said, placing his index finger against Ulquiorra's chest, pushig backward. It backfired from his new strength, and instead of pushing him away, it made him fall forward, slamming their lips together forcefully. What neither of them expected was Ulquiorra's reaction - he gripped Grimmjow's shirt in his fists, pulling him closer again.
The feeling of the Cuatro's lips against his was almst bliss. He had never expected to enjoy a kiss as much as this, and yet... It seemed to be better with Schiffer than anybody else. Even Nnoitra, who had tried - unsuccessfully - to rape him a few months back. He moaned in pleasure.
Ulquiorra's hands were now fisted in his hair, and Grimmjow placed a hand on the small of his back, pulling him even closer. Why was he feeling like this so suddenly? Nothing had ever made him happier, but nothing had ever made him so infuriated, either. He was swooning like a school-girl, for crying out loud! But it was just so good....
He couldn't get enough. He was getting a more intense feeling in his fangs, and he finally realized... He was horny. So this is what it's like as a vampire... he thought. I kinda like it. And Schiffer...
''Grimmjow,'' Ulquiorra said huskily.
''I know. You, me - bed, now.''
Ulquiorra nodded. This was gonna be good.
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Warm sunshine was radiating throughout the dome of Las Noches, making Grimmjow shudder from his place in the shadows. He had to know if the superstition 'vampires can't go out in sunlight' was true or not. If not, then he would be able to come out here again, basking in the warm glow.
He stepped forward. Nothing happened, and he felt the happiness growing inside him. The only thing that was unusual was that Ulquiorra was beside him, holding his hand while they walked toward the edge of the red building.
''I'm kind of glad that you don't burn in the sunlight,'' Ulquiorra said. ''It means I can see you like this.''
''Like what?'' Grimmjow asked. Was there something unusual about him right now?
''So... at peace. I haven't seen you like this for a long time.''
''Long time? I've only been a vampire since yesterday!''
He quickly led them to a particularly bright patch of sun, laying them down with Ulquiorra's head on his chest. He stroked the Cuatro's hair, savoring the feel of the luscious locks that felt a lot softer than they looked. Letting them fall, he watched in amazement as he actually smiled. Everything he once thought beautiful was banished from his mind, this sweet sight replacing them all, and making new ones - the sight of him writhing on the bed, his face, so calm and peaceful while he kissed him....
Oh, God - he was horny again.
''Hi!'' Nnoitra said from behind them. ''What's going on here?!'' He shifted his eyes around crazily - was he a rapist or something?!
Grimmjow jumped, and Ulquiorra nearly fell off the building.
''You guys wanna come?'' he said in a creepy voice.
''C-c-c-c-come where?'' Grimmjow said. He was shaking, crouched in the corner where they'd emerged.
''I got some joints!''
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Nnoitra laughed. ''Mah spoon is too big!'' he said in a high-pitched voice. Ulquiorra looked at him, then started laughing as well.
''Psst,'' Ulquiorra whispered in Nnoitra's ear. ''I can speak whale!'' His voice rose. ''Mmmuuuaaahhhyyyiiiuuunnn!!!''
Nnoitra's eyes widened, then squeezed shut. ''Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!'' He fell out of his chair. Grimmjow was holding his sides, laughing so hard his fangs were showing above his lower lip.
''I don't know what you just said!'' Grimmjow squeeked. Ulquiorra's eyes went wide.
''That's because you don't speak whale!'' he snapped, then got a lopsided grin. ''But me and Wonderweiss can, can't we, buddy?'' He wrapped his arm around the retarded arrancar's shoulders. Wonderweiss looked completely stoned.
''Wwwwwhhhhhoooooaaaaa!'' he hiccuped out. This was beyond hilarious, and all of them started laughing so hard their sides hurt.
Wonderweiss giggled.
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''WAKE UP, DAMMIT!''
Grimmjow sat up hastily. What the - who the - hell was that? Had it been a dream, a figment of his imagination, or something real, something warning him about the danger of his thirst? Because his throat was burning a lot more than yesterday, and Ulquiorra was right there.... But his scent wasn't right; it didn't seem like it was blood, like the first night... His senses were getting stronger like his thirst, and now it smelled like... ichor?
Was that why Aizen had bunked him with Ulquiorra? Because he didn't have regular blood? Or did Szayel feed him some fucked up meds while they were high? Either way, he wasn't going to get any relief from his lover.
He stood up, walking to the door and twisting the knob - thank God it was unlocked. He needed to see Aizen right now, before this got out of hand.
He knocked on the door to Aizen's room - that took up about half of Las Noches - and waited for an answer. A few moments later, he heard shuffling from the other side, followed by a high-pitched whine that sounded scarily like Gin's.
'"Why can't we make him wait?''
''Because, Gin, he's thirsty. You don't want him to massacre everyone, do you?'' Aizen finally opened the door, and at the sight of Grimmjow, he blinked, looking him up and down as if to make sure it was the Sexta and not someone else.
''Are you okay, Grimmjow?'' The worried expression was still on his face as he allowed him to enter. ''You don't look good.''
''No, I'm not okay - are you just gonna let me starve?'' he asked, gulping as he saw the blood flowing through his leaders' veins. Aizen shook his head, seeming to actually care for once.
''No, Grimmjow, it just takes a while to supply enough blood. Can you wait at least until tomorrow?''
''M-m-m-m-maybe,'' he gasped, feeling so weak all of a sudden that he was swaying. Gin came up behind Aizen, without a shirt, making his stomach churn. He groaned as he saw the rich blue blood, the reiatsu mixed into it....
''We need a donater, now!'' Aizen told Gin. ''And not Ulquiorra, he just gave some today.''
''Right. Who would you suggest?''
''Someone strong, who won't struggle.''
''Starkk.''
''That works.''
Gin shunpo'ed out of the room, leaving the two alone. Grimmjow could no longer hold on, and he saw a light... It was a beautiful light, one that beckoned to him, whispering the words he'd wanted to hear all his life: You don't have to fight anymore.
Because fighting was his life, and on the outside, he showed everyone that he loved it, as to not show weakness. But on the inside, it made him feel weak, made him feel like a monster. Right as he was about to take the angel's hand, a voice pulled him back to reality; Ulquiorra's velvety voice, and it sounded like he was crying.
''Don't you dare leave me, Grimmjow! I... I love you too much! I love you, you bastard!''
Then it went pitch black as he felt a throat at his mouth. He bit down.
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