WARNING: TOTAL OOCness abound!! Lime-ish scenes, a dancing (not to mention flirting!!) Ulquiorra and a heartbroken (and not-much swearing) Grimmjow.
– Stray –
Just… damn…
Damn it…
Damn it all…
Ice cubes clinked unceremoniously as a tanned hand slammed the empty glass onto the table top.
"Hey barman! Another shot!" a rough voice grumbled, loud enough to be heard over the pumping music.
The barman hid his sigh and proceeded to mix up another drink for his customer. Really now, the man already hand half a dozen drinks and it didn't look like he was going to stop any time soon… The man sitting on the barstool before him had an unusually colored hair of a bright blue hue. He had a muscular build and a rather handsome face. All of these good aspects, however, were ruined by the forlorn look on the man's features. It didn't take the experienced barman half a minute to realize that his customer was heartbroken. How many people had he seen to be in the same (and sometimes even in a worse state than) the guy in front of him?
The customer's deep azure orbs were muddy and cast down, his elbows rested on the tabletop as tanned hands were clutching his hair. It looked as if he was ready to cry but a determined mien was upon him.
Why did it have to happen to him? He thought everything was alright… He had thought that they were perfect… They were… They had been… And suddenly… She found another…
Canine-looking teeth were grit against each other as eyes were scrunched tight.
He didn't understand… What did he do wrong? Didn't he give her enough of his time? Why did she leave him all of a sudden like that? Wasn't he enough? No… He gave her everything… His time, his affection, he regularly went out with her… so why… He just didn't understand… He thought she loved him… but… turns out, she never did…
"Hey Stark, another shot please…"
A voice sounded from his left and the distraught man found himself taking a peek to see who it was. It was sheer curiosity… Muddy azure orbs looked up to find a slender man leaning on the table top just a few feet away from him, conversing with the barman.
The newcomer had pasty white skin, which he didn't seem to mind exposing seeing his attire that night. The man wore a black sleeveless vest that was a bit short for him; it rose up a good two inches as he leaned on one arm at the table, showing his flat stomach. Black denim jeans hugged the man's hips and thighs, fitting a bit too tightly in his opinion. The new guy had dark ebony hair that ended unevenly, and his wide jade eyes were bright, reflecting the flashing lights of the club. A most curious set of green tear tracks marked the porcelain cheeks but it only served to enhance the pale man's allure even more. He was taking quick breaths and a light sheen of sweat covered his form; it looked like he'd just left the dance floor.
The ebony-haired man blinked and slowly turned to face him, a mildly surprised look showing in those glassy green eyes.
"Yes?" pale lips moved and he realized that the other man's top lip was painted black.
The guy looked ethereal for some reason…
"Excuse me, but you're staring at me… Can I help you?" the pale man spoke again, a dark brow raised at the lack of reply he was receiving.
Hearing the other's words, the muscular man sat up straighter. He didn't realize that he'd been staring. "It's nothing… Sorry," he muttered as he looked away. He was being stupid again…
The pale man turned to the barman raising a perfect brow, wanting an explanation.
Stark rolled his eyes and frowned, before shaking his head. "Don't mind him, Ulquiorra… Here's your shot…" He placed a small shot glass filled with amber liquid in front of the ebony-haired man before putting down another glass of vodka in front of his other customer.
"Hn…" Ulquiorra looked at the back of the troubled man who was hunched over the table top, nursing his own drink. It appeared plain to him that the guy was experiencing major troubles in his life. Heartbreak, maybe? Tilting his head to one side, a sly grin crept up on black and white lips. Without another word, the pale man finished his shot in one gulp. He then got out a bill from his pocket and set it down on the table before walking away.
The blue-haired man slowly lifted his head once he felt the other's presence fading away. Sure enough, the pale man wasn't there when he looked around the bar. He lifted the glass of alcohol to his lips and took a sip, reveling in the feeling of lightheadedness that overcame him. How many glasses did he have already? Ah, who cares? He set one elbow on the table and leaned his head against the palm of his hand. His eyes darted down to the glass in his other hand; he was slowly turning the glass around, the drink splashing over and around the ice cubes.
Loud club music reverberated in his ears and his found his vision going towards the dance floor where tens of people were gathered, moving in rhythm to the upbeat music. In the dimming and flashing lights, azure eyes immediately found the pale-skinned figure amongst the throng. The man didn't seem to be dancing with anyone in particular, he was moving smoothly on his own. He realized that men and women alike were dancing beside the pale man; all of which appearing to be trying to get the dark-haired man's attention but they were all ignored. Flashes of yellow, green, and blue lit up the lithe figure dancing in the crowd; the dark material of his clothing catching the bright lights as he moved his body. Locks of deep ebony hair flowed around him as he tossed his head in rhythm, throwing his hands up and swaying his hips in an almost seductive manner.
Too-blue orbs were half-lidded as they found themselves dazed and locked onto the alluring form of the jade-eyed man. The drink on the table lay forgotten.
Then the dark-haired man looked his way and it felt like everything else from the dance club was thrown into another dimension; he couldn't see, hear, nor feel anything else except for the jade-eyed seductress that was staring back at him. A playful grin was on the dual-colored lips as a pale hand was lifted towards him, a finger raised, motioning for him to come closer. The slender man continued to do his dance, eyes locked with the muscular man at the bar. Slim hips swayed invitingly and the blue-eyed man found a feeling of excitement fill his system. What was that guy doing?!
Satisfied at the wide-eyed expression of the aqua-haired man, Ulquiorra shot the other man a playful look before turning away and resuming his dancing. Prey captured…
– From G to U –
"You know, instead of walking behind me like some retarded stalker, I suggest you just walk up here before I get tired of waiting for you…" a matter-of-fact voice echoed in the dark alleyway where two individuals were silently passing. Green eyes shone in the dim light, staring straight back at an azure pair ten feet behind him. "Well?"
The muscled man bit his tongue. What the hell was he doing here?! Why did he even follow the guy? Oh, right, he was out of his mind… Damn. His feet were firmly planted into the ground, he couldn't move… What to do…?
"Not gonna move? Alright then…" a conceding tone accompanied the shuffling of feet. The pale man turned to face the taller man behind him, looking up and down the muscled figure under the dim street light. "What's your name?"
"Grimmjow," the aqua-haired man found himself replying automatically; it was as if he'd been waiting to be asked that. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques…"
"Hm, Grimmjow…" the pale man spoke, tilting his head to one side. "Grimmjow… Grimmjow… Grimmjow…"
A most curious feeling erupted in the pits of the muscular man's stomach upon hearing the other say his name in varying tones.
"Grimmjow," the ebony-haired man repeated airily, putting on a smile as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "I'm Ulquiorra Schiffer."
Blue-eyed Grimmjow nodded. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitation overcame him. He fisted his hands at his side, damn it, what is this?!
"What were you going to say?" Ulquiorra prodded, taking a few steps towards the taller man, his eyes half-lidded as he surveyed the other's expression.
"I…" Grimmjow uneasily backed away a step when the dark-haired man went a little too close to him. "Why did you do that? At the club earlier…"
"Did what?" the shadow of a smile never left the black and white lips.
"You were… beckoning me… or something…" azure eyes fell to the ground as the man mumbled his reply.
Lithe shoulders gave a small shrug. "Who knows?" Ulquiorra responded, still eyeing his companion with great interest.
Pale blue brows knitted together and a deep frown was etched onto tanned lips but before the man could even utter a word, Ulquiorra spoke once more.
"It might be the same reason why you've decided to follow me after I left that night club…" Jade eyes held the gaze of an azure pair.
Grimmjow grit his teeth. In a quick motion he had the slender man up against the brick wall, his fists clutching the front of the pale man's vest. "Stop playing shit with me!" The aqua-haired man spat, a glare now decorating his boyish features.
The pale man didn't seem the least bit intimidated by the sudden aggression of the muscular man. It didn't even seem to matter to him that the tips of his shoes barely even touched the ground anymore. A cool façade was still upon the porcelain face despite the fact that he was up against some dusty wall in a dark alleyway. "My, my… That's quite a temper you've got, Grimmjow…" Ulquiorra mused aloud, staring equally at the irate man.
His knuckles were already turning white but Grimmjow continued to hold the man up by his clothes, clutching the material tighter in his hands. Anger mixed with confusion was swimming in too-blue irises as they glared daggers at the smaller man. "I don't need little whores like you to fuck up my life! You got that? I… I-!"
A pale finger settled upon tanned lips, preventing the muscular man to utter any more words. A corner of Ulquiorra's lips was quirked into a small grin as he spoke in a quiet voice. "I didn't expect you to be this distressed… Quite heartbroken, aren't you?" he whispered, the tip of his right pointing finger lightly tracing the contours of Grimmjow's mouth.
The azure orbs lost their flare and looked down with despair adding to their depths. Ulquiorra was right… He couldn't accept… he couldn't understand how all of a sudden the relationship he'd built for a good two months had suddenly shattered to unfixable pieces… it was just…
"It hurts doesn't it?" Ulquiorra asked with a mildly curious expression upon him. "I'm guessing she was the one who ended it… Found somebody better, I suppose…"
"Shut up…" Grimmjow tried to threaten but his words came out weak and fragile… His breath was shaking as he tried to control himself…
Ulquiorra rested his head against the wall behind him, watching the muscular man's turmoil. Slowly, and with calculated movement, a pale finger was hooked onto one of the belt loops of the taller man's faded jeans. And without warning Grimmjow found himself closer than anticipated to the slender man. A sly smile settled upon black and white lips as half-lidded jade orbs were faced with wide azure eyes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Grimmjow hissed, trying his earnest to build up the anger that should be with him right now but he couldn't find it in himself to be anywhere close to it. Hell, he didn't even push away….
"The natural process in a relationship after a break-up is getting over your ex…" was the murmured reply as a pale finger ghosted over the muscular man's jaw line.
"What…?" pale brows creased in suspicion.
"Ever kissed a guy before, Grimmjow?" came the quiet words from Ulquiorra as he rested his forehead against the muscular man's own.
"Have I… kissed… guys…?" Grimmjow repeated slowly, his alcohol-indulged brain processing the information at a snail's pace until… Azure eyes were wide as a full moon as Grimmjow pushed himself away, stumbling a bit to regain his balance as his back hit the other wall lining the alleyway. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?!"
Ulquiorra blinked once as he processed his companion's sudden outburst. He was on his feet again and he automatically fixed his clothes first before turning to face the taller man. "Why the sudden screaming?" the dark-haired man asked blandly.
"You… What were you – You're…" Grimmjow fumbled for words.
"Yes, I am homosexual. Any more questions?" Ulquiorra finished coolly.
Grimmjow just stared. He realized as much… Some gay guy just hit on him… but somehow… that fact didn't affect him as much as he'd thought. "You… like me…?" words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even stop it.
"You interest me…" Ulquiorra replied, pocketing both hands with his eyes never leaving the muscled man's form.
"Why?" Grimmjow asked, standing albeit straighter. Weird sensations were churning in the very pits of his stomach. It made shivers come up and down his spine.
Someone was still taking interest in him…
The ebony-haired man shrugged offhandedly. "I could say I can empathize with your situation… left alone without a reason…"
"Ulquiorra…" Grimmjow began but his sentence ended up fading into nothingness. What was he supposed to say? Saying that he's sorry won't mean anything in this situation…
"I guess I made the wrong approach, huh?" Ulquiorra stated, moving towards Grimmjow but stopping four feet away. "I thought you'd be one to seek… companionship… after such an experience…"
Grimmjow just stood back. It seemed like he wasn't the only one in despair tonight… Glass-like jade eyes were looking up at him like an open window to the man's soul. He could see a deep-rooted loneliness beneath the cool façade, a scarred man hiding within the porcelain exterior. He's… just like… me.
"Ulquiorra… I… I'm…" a pale hand settled on his clothed chest and Grimmjow felt his breath hitch. The guy's hand was cold. Gently, Grimmjow laid his own hand over the smaller one on his chest and held it tightly. Ulquiorra stepped closer, almost closing the gap that was between them. Blues and greens held gazes for a long moment until pale eyelids finally fluttered shut. Grimmjow gulped, the ethereal beauty was all in front of him, just within his grasp. He could easily just… no…
A dry pair of lips settled on his forehead and Ulquiorra's eyes shot open. What…? Slowly, the taller man retracted and a soft azure gaze met his sight.
"I'm sorry… but I don't think you should just offer yourself like that…" Grimmjow said quietly.
Ulquiorra blinked up at the tanned man for a good two seconds before a wry smile descended on his lips. "That was beyond lame, Grimmjow," the ebony-haired man said in an amused voice. "But just so you know, I do not 'offer myself' to just anyone…"
"Alright…" Grimmjow replied, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. "Come on, I'll take you home…"
Ulquiorra only sighed before allowing a loose smile to come out on his dual-colored lips. "You really do interest me, Grimmjow…"
– From G to U –
"Want a cup of coffee?"
Grimmjow looked in surprise as the ebony-haired man unlocked a house door in front of him.
Ulquiorra opened the door and wiped his shoes on a welcome rug before going in and opening the lights.
Azure eyes looked up at the house. It had a second floor and looked very clean. He wondered incessantly whether or not he should enter the house… What if Ulquiorra's parents were there? Would he be welcome then? Maybe he should just leave? He did say that he would just take Ulquiorra home… Yeah… he should just –
"Grimmjow?"
Ulquiorra's head poked out the doorway, his jade eyes still shining bright as they sought out the muscular man in the darkness. "Why aren't you coming in?"
"Oh, well…" Grimmjow scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I don't think your parents would appreciate a late-night visitor… I'll just get going…"
"I live with just my mom and she doesn't come home until it's after noon…" the pale-skinned man informed his companion. "Nobody's in except me… and you, unless you want to freeze out there…"
Grimmjow had half-a-mind to turn down the offer but an encouraging smile from the smaller man changed his decision altogether. "Fine…" the aqua-haired man finally conceded and followed Ulquiorra into the house.
"Shoes off, please… and do lock the door…" Ulquiorra told the other man as he went further in.
The tanned man obediently took off his sneakers and laid it beside Ulquiorra's pair on the floor before securing the lock on the front door. He ventured in and found himself in a cozy-looking living room. The sofa and seats were of a calming, earthy color and the bright white lighting from the ceiling lights showed a well-ordered room. The flat screen TV was sitting atop a cabinet whose glass doors showed a DVD player and stacks of CDs and DVDs within. The remote controls were placed side by side on the glass coffee table where a set of large white candles served as the centerpiece.
Ulquiorra suddenly appeared from an adjoining hallway carrying a tray in his hands. "Grimmjow, what are you standing around for? Take a seat…" the ebony-haired man gestured to the empty seats.
Grimmjow only nodded as he followed the smaller man to the earthy-hued sofa.
"I wasn't sure how you preferred your coffee, so I just brought out the coffee, sugar and cream…" Ulquiorra explained as he set down the tray. "I've plugged in the thermos; the hot water would be ready in a few minutes…"
"Thanks…" the blue-eyed man spoke as he began to make his coffee.
"Hey Grimmjow…"
"Hm?" the muscled man paused and looked at the pale-skinned man beside him.
"I apologize for what I've said earlier… You were hurt with your break up… I shouldn't have said those things to you…" Ulquiorra expressed his regret, leaning back on the sofa and pulling his knees to his chest.
"It's alright…" the muscular man mumbled in reply as he finished concocting his drink. "Believe it or not, meeting you eased up my mind a great deal better than a dozen glasses of vodka…"
"You're the first one to say that…" Ulquiorra informed the other man as his jade eyes found the ceiling.
"Really…?" Grimmjow finished adding the powdered cream and tightly closed the lid of the container.
"The water should be ready now…" the pale man noted as he unfurled from his position and stood up, taking the tray with him. "Wanna see the kitchen?"
Grimmjow shrugged and left his seat as well, following the petite man towards a short hallway that opened up to a kitchen at the right side.
Much like the living room, the kitchen was spic and span; not a teaspoon out of place. Pale orange and white tiles covered the floor as tan paint filled the walls and ceiling. An island counter was in the middle of the well-lit room along with the usual contents of a regular kitchen lining the walls; there was a refrigerator, a sink, an oven, and many more things. The thermos sat on one side of the island counter, Ulquiorra automatically headed towards it with Grimmjow following him not a step too far. After setting down the tray, the pale man took the cup of dry ingredients and placed it under the thermos' spout. He then pushed down on a button that sent hot water pouring down on the cup. Using the teaspoon nestled beside the cup on its saucer, Ulquiorra stirred the drink before handing it to his guest.
The aqua-haired man muttered thanks before drinking up his coffee. Meanwhile, Ulquiorra took to putting back the containers where they belonged; after which he replaced the tray back to a cabinet under the island counter. Just as he made to stand up, Ulquiorra found a question directed at him.
"Ulquiorra, how old are you?" Grimmjow asked, holding the cup in one hand having left the saucer and teaspoon on the table top.
"Twenty," was the honest reply. "And you?"
"Twenty-one…"
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened to you? The break-up, I mean…" Ulquiorra found himself asking as he lifted himself to sit on the table top. "You looked like a dead man when I first saw you at the bar earlier…"
"You already guessed it right earlier… She broke up with me after meeting some wonder boy while she was out of town…" Grimmjow replied. Somehow, he didn't mind talking to the other man about such things… After taking another gulp of coffee, the blue-eyed man realized that Ulquiorra was still watching him. A curious look was on the porcelain face no matter how much he tried to hide it. It was obvious that the ebony-haired man very much wanted to ask more things so why was he hesitating? Did he think that Grimmjow would think of him as some nosy brat if he asked too much? "Hey Ulquiorra, what's up?"
The pale-skinned man was startled for a moment before he flashed the other an innocent smile. "It's nothing… I was just surprised that you can drink very hot coffee so fast…"
"Yeah right…" Grimmjow huffed as he drained the cup of coffee. Picking up the saucer and teaspoon from the counter top, the muscular man headed over to the sink and deposited the items there. He was just reaching for the tap when Ulquiorra called to him.
"Hey… You don't have to clean it up. I'll do that in the morning…" the jade-eyed man told his guest.
Hearing that, Grimmjow just turned around and leaned back on the sink ledge, facing the slender man. "Well… What else do you want to know?"
"What?" Ulquiorra looked confused for a moment before realization dawned on him. "Oh, it's alright… I won't be asking anything else… It's your life… I shouldn't have even–"
"Her name was Terra, she was my first girlfriend, she's the same age as you, I knew her since college, and we've been together for two months before she called it quits this morning." Grimmjow recited, a smirk steadily growing on his face. "I really thought she was the one, you know… but, heh, turns out she wasn't worth the effort after all… Now, can I ask you something?"
"Um, sure…" Ulquiorra replied, wondering inwardly what the taller man would want to know about him.
"Are those tear tracks real or just make-up?" Grimmjow queried, referring to the green lines running down from each eye.
"Oh, these?" a pale hand absentmindedly reached up to the green tear tracks on the pale cheeks. "They're just make-up… which reminds me…" The ebony-haired man then got off the table, but not before pulling out three squares of tissue from a tissue box nearby. Ulquiorra then headed towards the sink and turned on the tap. The pale man then proceeded to clean off the green marks on his face along with the black hue on his top lip. Once he'd finished, Ulquiorra turned towards his guest once again, explaining. "I usually go out with make-up like that but I'm not quite fond of having make-up on me when I'm inside the house…"
"You look… different without those tear marks…" Grimmjow commented.
"So I've heard…" Ulquiorra responded as he threw the used tissue papers into a trash bin right underneath the sink. Wordlessly, the two men went out of the kitchen and retreated to the sitting room. Once he'd resumed his position of sitting with his knees up to his chest on a corner of the sofa, Ulquiorra turned to find the aqua-haired man simply standing beside the seats.
"Grimmjow?" the ebony-haired man asked, his bright jade eyes looking up at the taller man who had a most confused look on his boyish face.
"Sorry, I was just… thinking…" Grimmjow excused before making his way to sit beside the other man. Now what?
Ulquiorra was quiet for a few moments, analyzing the look on his companion's face. Grimmjow had the same look that he had worn earlier at the bar. Confusion and loneliness filled up his deep azure eyes despite what he'd said before that he felt better. It was really hard to get over something like that… something that he thought was all right… something that could've gone to greater lengths… he knew it. He knew it very well.
A soft whisper of his name made Grimmjow face towards his left and before he could even react to the sudden lack of distance between him and Ulquiorra, the azure-eyed man found his lips covered by a pale white pair. Ulquiorra's eyes were closed and he had both hands cupping Grimmjow's cheeks. The muscular man didn't know what to do on his part. Grimmjow had no idea how he was supposed to react to this… He shouldn't let this continue… but… Ulquiorra's lips were so soft against his. The pale hands the held him were soft and cool… relaxing… soothing to him…
Slowly, Ulquiorra pulled away, relinquishing his hold on the other man as he did so. The pale man sat back, resting against the sofa's arm rest as he locked gazes with the azure-eyed man.
Grimmjow couldn't find it in him to just get up and run away. That kiss that they've shared… it just wasn't normal… His lips felt a different kind of warm… a good different kind of warm. So he just sat still, catching the smaller man's jade-eyed gaze at him.
Long moments of silence settled between them until finally Ulquiorra opened his mouth to speak.
"Why aren't you leaving…?" the ebony-haired man asked in a quiet voice.
Surprised at the other man's choice of question, Grimmjow replied with his voice barely above a whisper. "Should I… Do you… want me to leave?"
Jade irises widened by a fraction upon hearing the reply he was given. He pulled up his knees once again and wrapped his pale arms around his legs, resting his head on his knees. "That's a funny reply… I've just taken advantage of you and that's what you say… Shouldn't you be running away, calling me 'gay', 'fag', or whatever it is that people call like me are called…"
"Ulquiorra stop that…" Grimmjow hissed, one calloused hand tightly gripping both of Ulquiorra's wrists, keeping their eye contact. "Why are you like this? We barely even know each other and you're…" The muscular man leaned half an inch closer, his voice dropping. "Why are you so troubled? Tell me…"
Azure eyes were boring into him but Ulquiorra didn't flinch. The calculating expression on the porcelain face slowly turned into a look of hurt. "Why do you have to act so concerned like that?"
"Shouldn't I be concerned? Why do you look so hurt, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow asked back, feeling a sick churning inside his stomach at seeing the mien that was exposed on the ebony-haired man.
Ulquiorra bowed his head. This shouldn't be happening… This was getting out of hand… Grimmjow shouldn't be-
A hand suddenly cupped the porcelain cheek, gently lifting up Ulquiorra's face.
Shudders of uncharted emotion ran through Ulquiorra's slender frame at the sudden action. Silently, the jade-eyed man leaned into Grimmjow's right hand, breathing out a soft sigh. "Grimmjow," Ulquiorra murmured, calling for the man's attention, wanting to just be heard. "I'm sorry, do I disgust you?"
"No, of course not…"
"That again…" jade eyes opened half-way. "Why do you have to treat me so differently? Can't you just shun me away like everyone does? Why–?"
Ulquiorra's sentence was cut off once Grimmjow's lips settled on his forehead once again.
"Why do you insist on that?" the blue-eyed man asked in a rough tone, eyes cast upon the top of Ulquiorra's head, his lips moving against the porcelain forehead. "Weren't you the one who called me to you? I can't just eave you now, you know…"
"Until an hour ago, we were complete strangers," Ulquiorra pointed out in subdued tones. "This is just ridiculous… Of all the types of people that I actually find interesting, you had to be a stubborn one… Am I really that stupid?"
At that, Grimmjow felt a drop of hot liquid caress the skin of his hand.
"I've already given up myself twice, you know…" And still, the ebony-haired man continued to speak softly. "I'd thought that our bond would be stronger if I had given them my all but… I've never been so wrong… Neither of them wanted anything to do with me after that… But I just can't seem to learn my stupid lesson, can I? Look at me now! I keep on fooling myself in believing that someone would actually want me back but…" By that point, not only was Ulquiorra's voice shaking but his whole body was trembling as well. In the blink of an eye, the jade-eyed man had his face buried in his knees as muffled sounds of weeping filled the room.
Grimmjow could only stare, an inner voice in his head was screaming at him to do something; but what? His brain was swimming with Ulquiorra's words and his vision was filled with the aforementioned man's hunched over form. Gone was the cool and ever so sure Ulquiorra that he'd encountered an hour ago. Replacing it was a broken man who wanted nothing more than acceptance. And he was just sitting there. His petty little break up problem was absolutely nothing compared to the hurt his companion was experiencing.
"What am I doing?" Ulquiorra's voice suddenly returned with a forced calm tone. The pale man sat up straighter and began wiping off his tears on the back of his hands. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Grimmjow." He spoke, jade irises turning to the side. "It's getting late, you can sleep over if you want, I'll prepare the guest room for you–"
"Ulquiorra…" Grimmjow called softly, his companion tensed for a moment before continuing in an airy tone as though he never heard him.
"But I guess you'd be missed at your own house… I'm sorry that I've dragged you into my mess, I'm being an idiot again–"
"Ulquiorra stop that!" Grimmjow grabbed the slender man by his shoulders, causing the latter to stop all movements. Assured that he had the other man's full attention, Grimmjow continued, "Let me help you… You called for me earlier and you've helped me so much… Let me do the same for–"
"Weren't you listening?" Ulquiorra glared at the coffee table at his side, he still couldn't face the muscular man. "I came to you for my own gain–!"
"Look at me, goddammit!" the aqua-haired man shook the pale one's shoulders but the latter didn't budge. "Let me help you! I want to do something–!"
"Can you love me?" the unmistakably low key voice of Ulquiorra cut off his companion's statement. Slowly, jade irises gazed back at the tanned man. The corners of those eyes were reddish and tears were still brimming in them but a look of daring and clouded hope was still present in those bright orbs. "Can you love me, Grimmjow?"
Too-blue eyes stared right back a Ulquiorra, Grimmjow had to admit that he was mildly taken aback by the other's question. Just this morning his first relationship was broken and he thought he could never love again. That afternoon he'd wasted all his tears and he had even tried to drown himself in alcohol that night. Until Ulquiorra suddenly came along… the very same tear-stained guy who was in front of him right now, asking for nothing more than a bit of affection… And just now, he'd realized that within the short while that he'd spent in the presence of the jade-eyed man, all the pains of his broken relationship seemed to have gone away. A smile crept onto tanned lips as a pair of calloused hands gently cupped porcelain cheeks.
Dark ebony brows lifted in the slightest as bright green eyes went wide with wild hope swimming in their depths. A small gasp escaped pale lips when Grimmjow's forehead was rested against his own.
"You know what?" Grimmjow whispered as he stared back at his reflection within Ulquiorra's jade eyes. "I think I'll start on that right now…" Gradually, the muscular man dipped his head lower until his lips touched a foreign pair.
Ulquiorra felt fire blaze throughout his body at the intensity of the unexpected kiss; it felt as though his whole body was melting from it. His knees fell from his chest as frail pale arms cautiously encircled strong and broad shoulders. Warm and supple lips continued to work against his as a muscled arm snaked around his waist pulling his small frame flush against Grimmjow's muscular build.
Two rows of teeth were revealed as the kiss plunged deeper. Gently, playfully, Grimmjow began to nip at Ulquiorra's bottom lip, biting and chewing at the muscle in a way that wouldn't hurt the receiver. Pale hands clutched him tighter and he allowed a smirk to cross his lips as Ulquiorra began to respond to him.
Pulling back briefly to free his most likely swollen lip from Grimmjow's teeth, jade-eyed Ulquiorra quickly returned to the kiss, reciprocating with much vigor. He crushed his lips against a tanned pair, receiving and giving back hungry kisses. Grimmjow's other hand finally left his cheek and it teasingly trailed down his front, feeling underneath the hem of his vest before wrapping around his waist and settling on his ass. Ulquiorra moaned into the kiss, which the other party took as an opportunity to invade his mouth. All of a sudden, the slender man felt himself being moved. His legs were spread apart as he was put down on what he felt to be Grimmjow's lap.
The aqua-haired man's rough tongue excessively explored the lithe one's mouth, running along everywhere that he could reach; dancing along with Ulquiorra's own which appeared to be equally engrossed in their activity. At the same time, Grimmjow had carefully positioned the smaller man on his lap. He couldn't exactly figure out why he did it but it just seemed easier to hold Ulquiorra that way; besides, the man wasn't even complaining. Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, their tongues had moved into his mouth. He now had Ulquiorra's tongue licking and tasting every inch of his mouth and he found that he didn't mind kissing guys at all… well, he didn't mind kissing Ulquiorra, anyway.
That gasp of pleasure that escaped him was lost as Ulquiorra found Grimmjow taking control again. The rough tongue wrapped itself around his, driving both muscles out of the tanned man's mouth but not quite so into the other's; with the way their mouths were connected at the moment, it was really quite hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Spurred on by a sudden urge, but it just might be that Grimmjow's hand on his ass might have something to do with it, the pale-skinned man slowly lifted himself from the other's lap before grinding his groin against the muscled man's crotch. Strong hands gripped his back tighter before Grimmjow suddenly pulled away, throwing his head back as a moan escaped his wet lips.
Jade eyes shot open at the sudden disruption, his breaths came out in deep pants as his eyes settled on the boyish face of his companion.
Grimmjow slowly re-opened his eyes. What just happened? Almost automatically, his eyes caught the gaze of a bright green pair and his ragged breathing was suddenly explained. The aqua-haired man immediately assessed their position; Ulquiorra was straddling his lap, his hands were on Ulquiorra's ass, and Ulquiorra's hands were around his shoulders. Azure eyes reverted back to the porcelain face a mere inch away from him. Pale yet swollen lips were slightly parted, surrounded by clear liquid that dripped off the man's chin; wet lashes surrounded the bright jade ors that bored into him with a look of such gaiety that he couldn't seem to believe that the guy was crying just a few moments ago.
Ulquiorra felt his cheeks flare as Grimmjow smiled genially at him. He had just opened his mouth to speak when palms rested on his cheeks once again. And suddenly, thumbs were gently wiping over his eyes, drying off his unshed tears. The ebony-haired man hadn't even opened his eyes when a quick peck landed on his nose. Pale eyelids instantly fluttered open revealing wide jade orbs to compliment the quickly reddening cheeks.
"Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra asked in a rather small voice.
"You look better with the green eye make-up," Grimmjow pointed out as he wrapped his arms around the pale man's small waist. "Real tears don't suit you at all…" the blue-eyed man added, pulling the other man closer against him.
Bright green orbs softened at the muscular man's words as a small smile tugged at the corners of Ulquiorra's lips.
"Hey, well, I don't know if I could come up to your expectations but–" Grimmjow's words were cut short when pale lips covered his in a soft kiss.
"It's alright…" Ulquiorra told the taller man once he'd pulled away. The ebony-haired man then rested his head on the crook of Grimmjow's neck, ultimately closing the gap between their bodies. "Just be here…"
A lax smile settled on Grimmjow's lips as he leaned his head against Ulquiorra's. "Alright…" he mumbled as he held the smaller man closer. Minutes of silence lapsed between the two men until finally, Grimmjow found that he needed to say something. "Hey Ulquiorra…" the blue-eyed man began quietly.
"Hm?" came the other's reply.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Mm-hm…"
"I'll take you to your room, then…" Grimmjow proposed, pulling away to meet the smaller man's gaze. "It wouldn't do if your mom suddenly comes home tomorrow to find us sleeping on the couch like this…"
"She's alright with me being me…" Ulquiorra replied, cracking open one eye to look up at the aqua-haired man.
"Either way, come on… you need to sleep properly now, it's almost midnight…" Grimmjow urged, gently pulling off the pale arms around his neck but Ulquiorra only gripped him tighter.
"Fine…" Ulquiorra conceded, still nuzzling against Grimmjow's shoulders.
Seeing that the ebony-haired man was very much unlikely to stand, a pale blue brow rose upon the tanned forehead. "Ulquiorra… Do you want me to… carry you?"
"Why thank you…" the pale-skinned man replied, smiling up at the muscular man.
Grimmjow only shook his head and gave no reply. Instead, he secured his hold around the slender man's waist; Ulquiorra consequently wrapping his legs around Grimmjow's abdomen. Carefully, the aqua-haired man stood up, balancing Ulquiorra in his arms before the pale man began to direct him to his bedroom.
Ulquiorra's room was on the second floor, the first door to the left of the stairs. Inside was a rather large bed with olive green bed sheets and fluffy white pillows, there was also a wide dresser and a study desk with a laptop on it. Grimmjow headed towards the bed and settled down on it, Ulquiorra shuffling off of him on his own. The pale man smiled up at the taller one who returned it with a grin.
"So I ask you again," the jade-eyed man began. "Wanna sleep over tonight?"
Azure eyes took in the very much hopeful look that was displayed on the porcelain face and Grimmjow placed another kiss on those pouting pale lips. "How can I say no…?"
The look of utter happiness that he found on Ulquiorra's face was priceless, Grimmjow deemed as the lithe man hurried off to his dresser looking for clothes to lend him for the night.
Somehow, break ups weren't really a bad thing after all…
– From G to U –
A/N: I have no excuse for this… I went over the edge on pulling Grimm and Ulqui away from the Bleachverse… I suppose I just wanted to test an Ulquiorra that actually speaks/acts out… or something like that… bleh… I am ready to take the gunshots, blades, and whatever else you guys wanna throw at me for making this lame ass chapter… urgh… I don't feel so good…
I'm living off on a bad case of writer's block… and I'm blaming it on the heart-breaking ending of the Nabari no Ou anime… -anguish mode- Plus the pretty pink samurai boy who shared Grimmjow's voice actor died in there!! Oh, Raikou! –sob-
On another note, please feel free to give me any idea/prompt that you'd like to be turned into a story… Your contributions will be duly recognized, of course… I just need a little something to help me work better…
-bows down- I realize the most of the stories I put up for stray just end with beginnings… I wanna try something else, so… suggestions please? :D
Word count: 6778. (And here I thought I was on writer's block… maybe staying up until quarter to five in the morning cures up that darned block…)