Ah! Hello everyone! :]
Here is the third chapter into my story.
Honestly, I did not imagine that I'd possibly publish three (or even more!) chapters for this fic. So..thanks a lot for reading, reviewing, and giving me the courage to add more! I am so excited and happy that you all are truly enjoying my ideas! Thank you!
In advance, sorry if there are spelling and grammar errors. I like to think I am good at finding them myself.
Erm...as far as the rating, this chapter is MA because of the high adult content..*ahem*..and Grimmjow's cursing. (which is to be expected) And Speaking of Adult content, I really...really...really...didn't want to toss any thing else of that nature in so soon...but...it just happened. And it's graphic. Please don't read it if you don't imagine you could handle it. There's your WARNING. (And something special for you, Scissorhands1990)
So you know the deal...this is YAOI.
I tried to be as humorous when the mood struck, and I think it worked out really well! So..I hope you all catch onto the awesome humour that I have provided! I think it's very cute, and appropriate.
All right, no more spoiling. Just READ! (And ENJOY!)
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach! (kinda wish I did, now...)
"You talk too much, you know?" Ulquiorra pointed out in a bland tone, as he stroked Grimmjow's cheek. Shrugging, Jeagerjaques leaned into the soft touches with that catty grin plastered on his lips.
"Yea, well…you love it," he turned his head to the side so that he was able to catch The Fourth's hand with his mouth.
"Hm…" Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed "…I'm not so sure about that." He sighed and curiously dabbed a finger into the sexta's opened mouth, not really knowing what else to do. Grimmjow, knowing exactly how to react, began sucking and nibbling on the slim digit that was wiggling around next to his tongue. Letting out a barely noticeable gasp, Ulquiorra shivered from the sensation and pulled his finger out from his subordinate's warm orifice. "What are you--?" his tone was barely a whisper as he held his finger out, coated in saliva, and inspected it.
"What the fuck do you think I was doing?!" Grimmjow fumed, starting to sit up. "You're the one who put your damn finger in my fuckin' mouth! What the hell do ya want me to do here?! What?! Am I not good enough?!" a small vein was pulsing out of the side of The Sixth's head. Feeling his lips twitch, Ulquiorra used his hand to gently ease the larger Espada backward once more.
"Ssh. Settle down. It's almost cute when you're angry." He placed a finger over Jeagerjaques' pouting mouth, his voice still in a monotone "…and, besides, I'd prefer it if there is minimal noise. Find some self restraint, Grimmjow…"
"I'll show you some self restraint!" the sexta exclaimed, as he pushed Ulquiorra on his back. Watching the other Arrancar carefully, Schiffer was prepared for anything that could happen. "You really know how to kill a fuckin' mood…" Grimmjow mumbled, as he began to place kisses on Ulquiorra's delicate face. "…better be glad you're so damn cute…"
Blushing lightly from the compliment, Schiffer grabbed his partner's face and crashed their lips together in order to silence him. Not long after wards, Grimmjow moaned with approval and deepened their kiss with the slip of his tongue. Showing no signs of rejection, Ulquiorra parted his lips to grant entry for Jeagerjaques' very skilled tongue. He didn't even know why he was doing this, but he most certainly was not going to cease this glorious union anytime soon. Ulquiorra was still pinned on his back, willingly, and kissing Grimmjow as best as he could exhibit. Not much sound was produced, eliminating the sexta's enthusiastic grunts and groans, of course.
Ulquiorra discovered that after a few moments of their making out, he started to tremble. Was this…a normal reflex? Did Grimmjow simply have that much of an effect on him? Trying hard not to decipher this during the activity, Schiffer rubbed his tongue back and forth against the sexta's as if it were the very thing that kept him functional. Chuckling, Jeagerjaques realized how satisfying this was for his petite superior and nudged his legs apart to slide between them. With one hand, he massaged Ulquiorra's neck and shoulder while the other laced itself with a set of pale fingers.
Ulquiorra tipped his head back slightly, to break their intense embrace, and breathe some fresh air. Grimmjow looked down, still touching the sides of Schiffer's face and neck, and gave his partner a rough, yet brief, kiss on the mouth. He had made the observation that Ulquiorra was a silent being, for the most part, and wanted to be able to break him of that. With this wicked grin adorning his handsome face, Jeagerjaques leaned in close to begin licking and sucking along The Fourth's tender neck. In a bit of surprise, Ulquiorra tilted his head to the side, unintentionally giving his partner adequate access to a very sensitive area on his frame. Grimmjow twisted his lips in an amused grin to resume his assault on Schiffer's neck.
Finally beginning to breathe heavier, Ulquiorra nibbled on his lower lip in a fit of frustration as his susceptible skin was being stimulated. Jeagerjaques, busy sucking away, was not only determined to leave a nice sized mark there, but he was intent on getting his superior to make some sort of distinct noise.
"Come on, baby…" he whispered, licking at the fresh red spot that was produced "…moan for me…it's okay…" Grimmjow separated their hands so that he was able to run his fingertips through the other Arrancar's wispy, dark, locks of hair. Being capable of moving his arm, Ulquiorra slowly reached up to trace along his subordinate's side. Content that he was being recognized, Grimmjow swirled his tongue about in circular motions on Schiffer's neck. With an idea, the mischievous Espada found his phlegmatic partner's hollow opening and wasted absolutely no time to stick his tongue in and around it.
"A-ah…" Ulquiorra whimpered softly, shocking himself by his own reaction. Meanwhile, his arm had fallen limp by his side and the smaller Arrancar was almost paralyzed with pleasure. It was intensely strange, not to mention new, to him. Never once did it occur to him that his hollow hole could be a bounty of sensual feeling.
"Mm…'ya like that?" Grimmjow purred, as he kissed and teased the region with his long tongue.
"H-hm...m..." Schiffer was not sure of how to respond to that query, but he did comprehend that he was being overwhelmed by this blissful phenomenon. Through cloudy vision, he made out shades of tan and blue; it was gorgeous. Though it was an extraordinarily difficult opinion to live up to, Ulquiorra was entranced by Jeagerjaques' beauty. He squirmed now and then as the sexta's fingers grazed and accompanied the movements of tongue. Generally it wouldn't be an impressive display of appreciation, but since it was Schiffer, Grimmjow was nearly blown away; he was utterly satisfied with himself. Looming over the smaller Espada, Grimmjow grabbed one of the pale hands and placed it on his very own hollow cavity.
"Touch mine…it feels fuckin' amazing…" he sat up a bit so he could watch his partner handle him. Blinking and trying to register what was happening, Ulquiorra moved his fingers in an inquisitive fashion in order to comply with Grimmjow's needs. As his eyes were in complete focus once again, The Fourth simply stared up at the larger Espada as if he were in a trance. Everything about Jeagerjaques was incredibly sexy, and he felt his cheeks heating up, just barely, from the raw experience of it. Grimmjow had closed his eyes, moaning each time Ulquiorra's fingertips made contact with the surprisingly soft skin around the hollow opening. It wasn't extraordinarily soft, but it was definitely more tender than Schiffer had expected it to be. The Fourth was always rather fond of Grimmjow's frame; his tanned skin and muscular physique.
The sexta opened one of his eyes since he noticed Ulquiorra had slowed down his caressing. Soon after, his other eye popped open when he caught glimpse of his small partner staring at him with an odd gleam in his pretty emerald orbs.
"What the fuck are you lookin' at, damn it? See somethin' fuckin' interesting to you?"
"And you kiss me with that mouth? Hm…" Ulquiorra retorted, watching him angrily for saying something so dense.
"Yea, I do. Got a fuckin' problem with that fuckin' shit?"
"Now, I know you are just throwing in additional curse words with this horrible attempt to get under my skin…why am I not surprised?" Schiffer tried to make it clear that he was very annoyed by this, in the tone of his voice. Grimmjow groaned and rubbed at the side of his head.
"Well…what? You fuckin' started starin' at me and I didn't know what the hell was goin' on!" he pulled Ulquiorra up into a tight hug "…now shut up and let's just fuck or somethin'…"
Sighing, The Fourth moved out of the embrace and crossed his arms. Grimmjow would have some serious sucking up to do, in order to fit back in on the other Arrancar's good side.
"Why do I even bother?" Ulquiorra muffed, quietly.
"Because you fuckin' want me…" Grimmjow sprang forward, tackling his superior, and kissing all over his face and neck "…not to mention that I want you. Fuckin' sexy ass…"
"I…really, don't like you…" Schiffer gasped out while Jeagerjaques quickly got him back into the mood.
"Heh…I know, babe…" Grimmjow may not be the most insightful being, but Ulquiorra certainly didn't fool him. "…let's fuck like we hate each other then…" he whispered, licking Schiffer's ear.
Shivering, Ulquiorra weakly brought his hands to stroke his partner's back. Grinning widely, the sexta slipped his hand under the waist-band of Ulquiorra's garments to grab the semi-erect member. The Fourth's eyes widened and he clutched onto Grimmjow's bare shoulders.
"Yea…you love it…" The Sixth coaxed, slowly rubbing Schiffer's foreskin back and forth. "…fuck, that thing is cute as hell…" he commented, looking down at it leisurely.
"H…hmm…" Ulquiorra placed his chin on Jeagerjaques' shoulder, pondering if that was a bad thing or not.
"Ooh yea…listen to that…you dirty little fuck you…you love this!" Grimmjow had worked his superior to a full erection, and it was starting to drip, causing little noises to erupt when it conflicted with the foreskin.
Ulquiorra failed to reply, by choice. His eyes fluttered shut and he was still resting against Grimmjow. It honestly felt so nice, almost refreshing, that Ulquiorra had made the decision that he was not going to stop the sexta at all; no matter what. There was not a doubt about how confusing everything was to him, but caring was dead last in his mind.
"You wanna come?" Grimmjow asked in this low, provocative, tone, which grabbed Schiffer's attention. He was moving his hand a lot quicker now, and it was apparent that he wasn't at all new to any of this. "Come for me, Ulqui…come all over the fuckin' place…" Ulquiorra was nearly baffled at how anyone could be so vulgar, but then remembered he was with Grimmjow of all people.
Not really making much noise besides the occasional panting and sighing, Ulquiorra started to thrust himself into Jeagerjaques' steady hand. Grimmjow nudged his small partner back a bit so he could take a better look at him. 'Damn, that's fuckin hot…' he thought, watching Ulquiorra bite on his lower lip, dark hair swaying over his eyes, in complete bliss.
Being taken over from the rousing display, Grimmjow did something that he never imagined he'd be particularly interested in. He shoved Ulquiorra until he was on his back, and covered The Fourth's slender erection with his mouth in one fluid motion. Eyes wide open in shock, Ulquiorra simply watched what The Sixth was doing to him. Never before, had he ever experienced something so warm and wet over his manhood; the sensation was exquisite, to say the least.
Breathing a lot shallower than before, Schiffer could not keep his eyes off of Grimmjow and how erotic it looked to have the sexta sucking on his erection. He reached up to run his lean fingers through Jeagerjaques' short hair, as he was being orally pleasured. It would not be long at all before he climaxed at the rate Grimmjow was moving. His head was bobbing up and down in a decent rhythm, while his tongue swirled and teased certain areas that made Ulquiorra writhe in ecstasy. Slurping loudly and moaning as his lips massaged his partner's throbbing shaft, Grimmjow detected an orgasm was near.
Ulquiorra gripped Jeagerjaques' hair tightly, curling his body defensively, as he came with a very faint whine. A couple thick streams of semen entered The Sixth's mouth, causing the giver to open his eyes as the bittersweet substance hit his tongue. He may have had lots of sex, but he'd never imagine himself to allow another male to come in his mouth. Pulling off, Grimmjow gazed at the remainder of the white substance squirting all over his hand and fingers.
"Mmm…" The blue haired Arrancar hummed, licking at his fingers that were covered in sticky fluids. "…not bad. And you'd better not fuckin' tell anyone I did that! I don't do that shit a lot, just so 'ya know. Feel special, 'ya little shit."
Ulquiorra, trying not to be so dizzy after the heavy orgasm, stared at Grimmjow with the dirtiest visage he could muster. Could he even enjoy this without getting highly angry?
"You're…unbelievable." He sat up, looking right into the lower ranked Espada's eyes "…do not insult me in such a way. What makes you even think I would go around telling anyone what we do? Honestly." He turned his face away "…do not be so moronic."
Grimmjow sighed, turning Ulquiorra's face toward his.
"Okay, okay. Whatever. Stop bein' so fuckin' mad at me all the time…"
It was now Ulquiorra's turn to sigh. He knew that this was Jeagerjaques' way of apologizing, if he could ever grasp such a concept. Schiffer was conscious enough to infer that arguing at a time such as this one was a foolish idea.
"Fine. Only if you quit talking so much." His emerald irises twinkled just once. Grimmjow flashed his charming, toothy grin and placed a hand on his hip.
"Yea, sure. But now it's your turn to suck me off. It's only fair."
Ulquiorra groaned inwardly from the demand. He knew that this was, indeed, going to be a long night.
Meanwhile, in Las Noches, Sosuke Aizen was seated rather comfortably in his large, blocky, throne.
"What is it that you've come to report…Szayel?"
"Well, Aizen-Sama…" the pink haired intellectual began "…a couple of us, around here, have had our suspicions. However, I was quite fortunate enough to…stumble upon a live viewing of the activity itself. Never would I assume Ulquiorra to be so reckless, but Grimmjow, on the other hand, it is to be expected of him."
Aizen blinked, taking in the vague information, and rubbed at his chin.
"Hm…tell me more of this…"
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How's that for a third chapter?
I hope it was not disappointing in any way.
A teeny bit of an Aizen teaser at the end...so we all know what's going down in chapter four!! ^_^ (so stick around please! It gets better, I promise!)
And now we all know who was the peeping arrancar!
Hope to see some lovely reviews! Maybe some requests? I dunno...I like to hear nice things!
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