Ulquiorra stared at Grimmjow, his eyes watering yet again as he awaited for the end - the end of the change that kept the love of his life caged in his own body. After the donation that Starkk had made, Grimmjow's transference to a vampire was nearing it's end. Aizen had told them only recently that he needed blood to complete the change, or else he would die.
This meant that a lot of things would need to be explained once he woke up. The only question was; How did he explain it without Grimmjow losing it? He remembered his temper almost too well, and with his new strength, he ould do some serious damage before they could detain him - No, Ulquiorra thought, I won't let them take him away from me.
His eyelids drooped, and he crawled on the bed next to Grimmjow, snuggling up next to his pale, yet still warm, body. He fell asleep mere moments later, dreaming peacefully about their first night together, reliving every moment of it.
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''Ulqui...orra?''
He started when he heard his name being spoken from the bed - Grimmjow was finally awake! It was all over, and everything was going to be fine again. He walked out of his personal library in a hurry, rushing over to his side and grabbing his hand in a death grip.
He gasped when he saw his eyes. They were still his eyes, but they were sharpened, more defined than they were only two days ago. His heart skipped a beat, and as he felt pressure on his hand, tears filling his eyes. It was still Grimmjow. He still remembered.
Aizen had said there would be a possibility of memory loss, and to not be surprised if it happened. He said it had been a worst-case scenario type thing, but it was happening more and more often as the time passed.
''Are you okay, Ulquiorra?''
He nodded, blinking back the tears so he could see his face. ''Yes, I'm fine. What about you?'' He sat down on top of him, wanting more contact with his perfect skin.
''Does this answer your question?'' Grimmjow sat up, pressing his lips against Ulquiorra's with so much need and devotion that Ulquiorra nearly melted with the contact, leaning forward until he could touch his face, his hair, his muscles....
Grimmjow turned over, now straddling Ulquiorra with his legs, yet still kissing hungrily. He moved away from his lips, moving onto his jaw-line and nibbling on the flesh. Ulquiorra was panting from the lack of oxygen, fingers winding through the blue strands that were so fun to play with. His head tilted back as Grimmjow sat up.
''Yes, that did answer my question,'' he gasped out. Grimmjow chuckled.
''You wanna take a shower?''
The question was so sudden that it made Ulquiorra laugh. ''No, thanks, I just took one.''
''Aw, c'mon, what do you have to hide from me?''
A blush found it's way onto Ulquiorra's cheeks. Him? Take a shower with Grimmjow? He was nearly positive what it would lead to... And it was so tempting, but...
''No - you need a minute or two with yourself.'' What kind of answer was that?
'' 'Kay. See ya in a minute.''
Grimmjow disappeared behind the door, and a moment later he heard the water running. This might be hard when he walked out of there...
~Meanwhile...~
Grimmjow took of his shirt, looking in the mirror and gasping - was his body different? It seemed... more sculpted, somehow, like he'd just spent fifteen hours at the gym, doing nothing but cardio workouts...
And it seemed paler, too, and harder. Not like workout harder, like, literally harder. Almost like a stone.
He looked up, seeing his eyes for the first time. They were different, yet he didn't see how, because the changes were so subtle. They seemed to be more blue, almost icy, but with a greenish undertone that made them seductive - sort of.
He opened his mouth, surprised when he saw normal teeth - what had happened to his fangs that were in his mouth last time he was awake? Then the memories all came rushing back, and he shuddered, the sound of the water still running making him - cautiously - take off his pants and boxers. Yeah, everything was normal there, thank God.
After he felt cleanly enough, he walked out, wearing only a towel, but drying off his hair with another. Moving his hair through his fingers roughly, he waited until Ulquiorra looked up to ask him the question. ''Is there something you're not telling me?''
''No. Oh, you mean about....''
''Yeah.''
''You weren't completely changed two days ago. If you hadn't gotten blood in your system when you did, you would have died.''
''Huh... So does this mean I have to try the sunlight thing again?''
''Probably. But if Nnoitra shows up, we jump for it, understood?''
''Crystal clear. Believe me on this one.''
''Psst,'' he whispered. Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow at him, asking 'What?' with a look. ''I can speak whale.''
''Yeah, well I can speak... um... I can speak fish!''
''Whale's better.''
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Grimmjow took a deep breath, flopping down on his bed and wincing when his arm hit the soft material. The sunlight experiment didn't go half as good as he'd hoped it would. It burned his skin just getting close to it, but it didn't burn him like fire - it burned him like he was standing in saltwater with sunburn.
But the longer he stayed out there - so Aizen had said - his skin would become more resistent, but right now, it was hurting like hell. Ulquiorra came out of the kitchen with an ice-pack in his hand, and he rubbed it against the most sore spots, just like he'd read the Sexta's mind. He sighed, sinking into the bed and drifting off, even though Gin said vampires didn't need sleep. Oh, well - he wanted to sleep.
''Hey, no falling asleep on me now, Grimmy. Wasn't there something you wanted to do with me?'' Ignoring the nickname, he rolled over onto his stomach, grabbing the pillow like a child would a teddy-bear. Ulquiorra chuckled.
''Fine, then I'll do something with you,'' he said as he straddled his hips on the Sexta. Just as he'd hoped - he rolled them over, resuming his position on top. Grimmjow smirked, watching in amusement as Ulquiorra pouted.
''You tricked m - ''
His complaint was silenced as Grimmjow began removing his shirt, kissing him while undoing the zipper. Ulquiorra grabbed his hands, haulting the movement. This time it was him that smirked, and he leaned up so that he was face-to-face with Jeagerjaquez.
''And you think I'm going to let you do that because...?''
''Remember this: 'I love you, you bastard'? Now isn't that reason enough?''
''Tell me you love me first, and then maybe I'll let you,'' he said, wrapping his arms around him, grinding against his hips. This was cruel and unusual punishment, and shouldn't be inflicted on anyone that was practically high on the other's scent, let alone their body.
''Make it a definite yes, and I will. But you should already know that I love you more than anything else - why do you think I held on two days ago?''
''Ha! You said it!'' Grimmjow gave him the 'puppy eyes'. Ulquiorra rolled his eyes, laying back down and earning a smile from Grimmjow, who was, at this point, more than ready for this. It had been two whole days since the last time they had sex, and it was taking a toll on them both.
''Jusy quit teasing and get on with it already!'' Ulquiorra nearly growled, gripping his shirt and pulling him down. ''Or else!''
Grimmjow smirked.
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Phew! That was hard-ish. I hope this is more than one page, otherwise I'm gonna scream - how do people do that?! Do they just keep on rambling about nothing in particular, or do they have even more free time than me? I don't know, but if this'n isn't, then get ready for Scream City. I swear, all of you people in different coutries that are reading this will hear me, I guarantee it. XD just kidding. As always, review!
