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Sosuke Aizen was seated, listening to what Szayel had to report to him. Kaname Tousen and Gin Ichimaru were standing nearby, correspondingly.

"This couldn't possibly be true…" Tousen muttered, displaying his scorn toward Grimmjow.

"Now, Kaname…let us just hear what Szayel has to say. I have a very strong feeling that he would not lie to us." Aizen looked down at the pink haired Arrancar "…would he?"

Szayel's eyes met with Aizen's, and he responded "No, sir. I would not."

"Good. Now continue. You were saying that there's been talk of Grimmjow and Ulquiorra having some sort of sexual relationship together? And, you were fortunate enough to see this, with your own eyes, and be able to speak for this as a witness?"

"That's correct. I was walking through the corridor when I saw it; Grimmjow holding Ulquiorra down, against the wall, kissing him. But it wasn't just him. Ulquiorra was an active participant, as well. Soon after, Ulquiorra opened his door, not bothering to even break their kiss, and they stumbled inside. I chose not to stick around, so I went to my own quarters."

"I see." Aizen spoke after a short period of silence "…well, this is something I will have to discuss with Ulquiorra himself. There is no use bringing it up to Grimmjow. I…have my own plans in mind for him." He scratched at his chin, thinking of the possibilities "…I appreciate your bringing forth of this, to me. We cannot allow ourselves to get side-tracked when there are much more important matters ahead of us. Nonetheless, I have an idea which involves one of your creations you mentioned to me before, Szayel. Do you recall just the one?"

Szayel twisted his lips, in thought.

"It can't be…that one, could it?"

"Could it, now?" Aizen was smirking.

"Well…if that is the case, I'll bring it to you in its natural form…" Aporro wondered why Aizen would have such a thing in mind! Why would he need that at a time such as this?

"No. What I would like you to do, is conceal it in a way Ulquiorra may be able to consume it. Then, bring him to me."

"Yes, sir. It will be ready in just a few hours, if you'd like."

"And I would. Thank you, Szayel. Be on your way, then."

The Eighth Arrancar bowed and left the room, leaving the three men there to debate the issue further.

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Later that morning, Ulquiorra opened his eyes tiredly and tried to make focus of the scene in his room. Thin rays of sunlight peeked through the cracks of his blinds, stubbornly dancing off of the magnificent tanned skin that belonged to Grimmjow. Wait. What was he still doing here? Ulquiorra made an expression of disgust and peered at the nude body that was so strangely close to his. Who knew Grimmjow could…snuggle? How bizarre! Was he even…sucking on his thumb?! Or, just the tip of it? However, the principle was still existent. For once in a long time, Ulquiorra almost smiled. It felt odd, but it was strangely worth it. For as tough as Grimmjow put himself out to be, it was priceless to be fortuitous enough to witness him in this way.

Suddenly, his usual reflexes kicked in. It had just settled that Jeagerjaques was in his bed, and extremely close to him! As if it were natural, Ulquiorra gave one smooth, but hard, jab, which sent the sexta tumbling right over the side of the bed. Once this was achieved, Ulquiorra shifted and made himself much more comfortable; he closed his eyes. Almost immediately, Grimmjow was awake. And he made no courtesy of being quiet about this.

"What the fuck?! What the fuck is goin' on? What the hell was that for??" his eyes, red with sleep, glared at Schiffer's sleeping form. Rubbing his unruly hair, Grimmjow remained on the floor and observed his superior. That little bastard! After a long night of sucking and fucking, this was his reward? Ulquiorra yawned and stretched out slowly, purposely squirming out of his bed sheets to reveal his immaculate, creamy, naked body.

"Grimmjow…" his voice was barely audible "…you sleep too wild…have you any idea of what time it is?" one of his green eyes opened, and his hair hung over his face. To The Sixth, this was something he could hardly be angry at. In fact, he just gawked at the exhibit.

"H…hell no." he stammered "…you fuckin' pushed me outta that bed! I know how I sleep, damn it!"

Ulquiorra sat up and rubbed his cheeks, raking his fingers through the hair that was tangled from sleep, and watched Grimmjow. He was sitting there, gloriously nude, and obviously flustered, on the bedroom floor.

"The point of the matter…" he crossed his arms to display his displeasure "…is that you are still here." Grimmjow snorted and made a face.

"So what? I gotta fuckin' leave after we fuck? What if I wanted to stick around?"

"Grimmjow. I will not discuss this with you. However, I will say that what we are doing is not wise…" his voice diminished to a tiny whisper "…as good as it may seem…" This perked the sexta's interest.

"What…was that last part?"

"It does not quite matter. But what does matter, is that you leave before anyone discovers your absence. Isn't there something of importance that you need to begin for your day's tasks?"

Grimmjow groaned and stood up, his nether parts swaying about freely. Ulquiorra caught glimpse from the corner of his eye before he turned away; he could feel his cheeks warming up.

"Well, I was kinda hopin' I could start my day with a nice fuck…" he turned Schiffer's chin up to his, looking into the other's pretty eyes. Instantly, The Sixth's hand was swatted away and Ulquiorra had moved further from him.

"Was last night not enough for you?" his voice, cold, had a very dim hint of melancholy behind it. Grimmjow, still unclothed, laughed at the query.

"You really don't hafta worry about that. I mean, seriously…you're probably the best fuck I've had in a long time! Every time we fuck…it's amazing. So can 'ya blame me for wantin' more?"

Ulquiorra sighed and didn't speak for a while.

"Just get dressed and leave. Whether or not I meet with you later, is ultimately up to me." His gleaming eyes locked with Jeagerjaques' "Do you understand?" The taller Espada just shrugged and tilted his head to the side.

"Yea, whatever. Your judgment sucks. Always has, and always will. At least you have looks to back it up." He slipped on his hakama, tying the black sash in place. 'Ulquiorra can try and boss me around all he wants, but I'm the one who's on top, damn it!' he took his jacket and tossed it over his shoulders, standing in a rather inviting pose. "Guess I'll see 'ya around."

Ulquiorra watched his subordinate with a blank expression, wanting to reach out and touch that sexy body ever so badly. It was a chore, but The Fourth chose not to utter one word or even seem remotely interested. He was ready for a decent shower, alone this time, and a few peaceful moments to himself. Grimmjow shrugged and went for the door, knowing that he would see Schiffer later; he had ample confidence.

Once Jeagerjaques had exited the room, Ulquiorra sighed and lay back on his soft cushiony bed. Before anything, he could at least revel in what was left of the previous encounter. No interruptions and no Grimmjow to spoil the mood with crude remarks. Looking up at the ceiling, he allowed his eyes to un-focus while he lazily kicked one of his bed sheets off his leg. Last night, to say the least, was unexpected. Grimmjow seemed to have a way of finding him when his guard was down; this would have to be changed soon. Whenever he was deep in deliberation was the instant he was most vulnerable. Ulquiorra had to admit that lately he was treating things carelessly. He would have to put his thoughts for Grimmjow aside and focus on his orders.

Since Ulquiorra was alone in his room, this would be the only time he'd allow himself to think about Grimmjow. Speaking of which, he could still barely taste the sexta's fluids on his tongue. Lifting a finger to trace his lip, Schiffer remembered how awkward it felt to stretch his mouth so far around something so thick. It was, however, rewarding when Jeagerjaques blew his load and made such interesting sounds whilst doing so. To Ulquiorra, Grimmjow looked absolutely stunning when he was in ecstasy. Genuinely, The Sixth looked stunning at all times, but this was, indeed, something that couldn't be discussed verbally.

Then, there was the sex that followed. Ulquiorra rolled on his side, recalling how perfect it felt to have Grimmjow's swollen cock deeply inside of him. Was this a selfish or unnecessary thought to have? If so, then at least the act was worth the trouble. He remembered when he asked Jeagerjaques to fuck him harder, and how the blue haired Arrancar responded with a kiss while applying more pressure; it was complete rapture. It would be a horrible lie, if he were to say Grimmjow was not good in bed. Actually, Ulquiorra hardly understood much about sex. Embarrassingly enough, his first time was with Grimmjow himself.

Shaking his head, Schiffer began to sit up. Having all of this in mind was too much, and he needed to focus on more urgent matters. He gazed down at his manhood, which became excited from the memories of the night before. Everything was so strange to him now, after he experienced sex. It seemed as if he required a release, like it were some sort of craving. Was that awful? Ulquiorra was converting into a mental wreck from so many issues, causing him to become more exhausted than usual.

He finally rose from his terribly comfortable bed, when there was a knock at the door.

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Grimmjow stalked down the corridor, arms swinging at his sides, in an annoyed fashion. How could Ulquiorra just act like a total ghost after all of that? They've shared so much already, in his opinion, and each time Schiffer seemed to be warming up to him he just goes back to his normal, emotionless and apathetic state of being. It was very frustrating for the sexta. He didn't even know what the hell got into him when he seduced the higher ranked Espada the first time around. What was even more unbelievable is that it worked, and it's obvious they both want to keep doing this. Grimmjow was addicted to Ulquiorra and was sure that it was the best sex, hands down, he ever had. He just did not want to live up to that just yet. Even though Ulquiorra was very quiet during sex, and a bit reserved, the sexta thoroughly enjoyed every last second of it.

None of this could remedy how he felt, after all. Grimmjow thought that he had put out so much last night, doing things he very seldom would do, and then have Ulquiorra kick him out. What a little jerk! He growled, turning the corner to go straight to his room. Boy, once he got the chance he was certainly going to fuck Schiffer extra hard for that! Never once, did he guess how it felt when he would leave Ulquiorra briefly after having sex; he didn't like a taste of his own medicine.

When he reached his destination, he opened his door and slammed it shut. Who cares if anyone was sleeping! Grimmjow, scowling, ripped off his clothes and plopped down on his bed. What a night! He didn't care about what anyone had to say, today. Screw doing his tasks, and screw Ulquiorra! (And he was hoping he would.) Today, Grimmjow was going to do just as he pleased. He stretched out and tilted his head back to look at the blank wall. Damn, he could sure use a blow-job right about now. Speaking of blow-jobs, Ulquiorra was quite the cock sucker. Grimmjow smiled widely, even drooling a bit, as he revisited the experience in his mind. He'd hate to entertain the belief, but watching his superior's small hands wrapped around his thick shaft, not really knowing what to do with it, was probably the cutest thing he'd ever seen. At first, Ulquiorra was a bit shaky at it. Once he got into it, the oral sex was definitely something Grimmjow wanted again.

In fact, any sex with Ulquiorra was something the sexta wanted to reoccur. He'd decided that nobody else was allowed to touch, kiss, fuck, suck, etc, with The Fourth Espada. He was too good to let others have, and Grimmjow hated sharing.

'Harder, Grimmjow…' Ulquiorra's faint voice rang bells inside Jeagerjaques' head, from last night. Shivering, the sexta smiled back on how hot it was to ram his cock in and out of Schiffer's tight little ass. He knew good and well that he stole Ulquiorra's virginity and this made him feel superb. He wanted to run around Las Noches and boast at how wonderful he was for accomplishing such a feat.

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Ulquiorra wrapped his coat around himself, making certain he was properly covered, and opened the door slowly. Standing outside and leaning against the door frame was Szayel. Maintaining a blank expression, Ulquiorra asked softly "May I help you?" It was clear that he was not amused. Smiling, Aporro ran a hand through his silky pink hair. Ulquiorra appeared as if he had just woken up, the way his hair was tussled, and how one could feel the heat radiating off him. The Eight Espada tried to catch glimpse if Grimmjow was in there somewhere, but Ulquiorra tapped his foot impatiently to grab the other's attention.

"Aizen-Sama wishes to speak with you. My apologies, for disturbing you."

"Fine. Thank you." He started to shut the door in Szayel's face, but The Eighth caught the wooden barrier just in time.

"W-wait a moment. Aizen-sama has asked me to take you to have something to eat before he speaks with you."

"I'm not hungry."

"Aizen's orders"

Ulquiorra sighed and began to close the door.

"Give me a moment, then."

"Certainly." Szayel smiled brightly, leaning on the wall while The Fourth got himself ready. It was a shame that such beauty had to be wasted with something so loud and arrogant. He believed he would make a much better lover than Grimmjow could ever be. He did not quite understand Aizen's request of his potion, but he hoped it would lead to the downfall of the two's relationship. He sneered at how he could smell the lingering scent of sex in the air when Ulquiorra opened the door; it was disgusting. Imagining Grimmjow fucking their superior senseless, in ways that he personally could not, was simply too much to handle. Breaking his thoughts, the door creaked open to reveal Ulquiorra dressed and looking much more presentable. "Shall we?" Aporro asked, holding a hand out to indicate their direction of movement. Ulquiorra gave a silent nod, with his usual gloomy demeanor, and shut his door. He wondered what this could be about, and why Aizen wanted to see him so early. The Fourth simply followed Szayel quietly, wanting to get this over with.

After a few moments of silent, awkward, walking, they seemed to be in the area where those would eat if they were interested. However, there was something strange about this. It was all set up like it was planned. So this was a request of Aizen's…interesting. The one thing that did not quite add up, was why Szayel was in charge of this. Taking a seat, Ulquiorra stared vacantly at the assorted food items and beverages. After a while, he picked up a muffin and examined it. Szayel was nibbling on a piece of toast, and drinking what seemed to be coffee.

"Well, if you're not hungry…then why not have something to drink?" the other Arrancar broke the silence, gently pushing a glass of juice toward Ulquiorra. His substance was inside, and he had to get Ulquiorra to consume it. Else wise, Aizen would not be happy.

Not answering, Ulquiorra took the glass of juice and sipped at it. It tasted strange, but for some reason he liked it. Before he knew, the cup was empty and he felt very empowered.

"Did you like it? It's a special blend…" Szayel smirked, from his coffee mug. Ulquiorra only stared at him, making it obvious he was prepared to talk to Aizen instead of sitting around playing with breakfast foods. Finishing off some cookies, Szayel delicately wiped the corners of his mouth with a cloth napkin. "Well then…are you sure you weren't going to eat?"

"Yes." Schiffer responded quickly, with an exasperated tone. "Can we just leave?"

"Fine, fine…" Aporro stood up, pushing his chair in. "…I'm sure Aizen-Sama is ready for you, now."

Once the two arrived, Szayel bowed to his leader.

"Aizen-sama…"

The brunette, seated, nodded and waved his hand at his underling.

"Thank you, Szayel. You are dismissed now."

The Eighth Arrancar smiled and turned to leave, watching Ulquiorra from his peripheral vision. As soon as the room was empty, Ulquiorra bowed to show loyalty.

"You wanted to see me, Aizen-sama?"

"Yes…" he began, resting his chin in his hand "…do you know why I've asked you here this morning?" Ulquiorra thought for a minute, coming up with the only logical answer he could provide.

"Is there a new mission you had in mind for me, sir?"

Smiling, Aizen knew that was exactly the words Ulquiorra would speak.

"No. Not right now. Why don't you come closer?"

Ulquiorra, being obedient, took a few steps near and watched Aizen questionably. He noticed that there was nobody else around, but the two of them. No Gin and no Tousen. This was rather peculiar.

"Now…tell me, Ulquiorra, how is Grimmjow?" he paused, waiting for a reaction. Not showing one, Ulquiorra remained perfectly still and gazed at Aizen; he didn't know what to say. He began to feel nervous, but dared not show it. "Now, now…be calm, Ulquiorra. I'm not angry with you. Tell me…is he behaving?" Blinking, Schiffer opened his mouth to reply.

"I…suppose so, sir. Nothing else out of the ordinary."

"Oh?" Aizen smiled and motioned for The Fourth to come a bit closer "…come here, if you would. No reason to be standing so far when it's just you and I here…" Ulquiorra did so, watching Aizen carefully. "…Now, you say he's been behaving? That's good. If…you have any problem with him, do not hesitate to bring it to my attention." Ulquiorra nodded, showing his comprehension.

"Of course, sir"

"Wonderful. Now…should I have any reason to believe that the two of you have formed…let's say…a closer relationship with one another?" Ulquiorra blinked, giving it his all to remain perfectly calm and not produce any excessive reiatsu. How did Aizen know?! This was madness!

"Hardly, sir." Ulquiorra answered, with slight bitterness encoded inside of his tone of voice. It was the truth, after all. It was just sex; nothing more.

"Is that so?" he sat up a bit, looking interested "…well, explain it to me then. Is it just intercourse?" he asked this casually "…it's very hard for me to imagine Grimmjow being the romantic type…"

"Aizen-sama…" Ulquiorra started, his eyes catching the floor for a brief period "…I apologize for this…" Never before had Aizen viewed his trustworthy subordinate in such a way. He was clearly distressed by this, and didn't hide it.

"Ulquiorra, there's no need to apologize to me about this. As I've stated before, I am not angry. However, I am just…concerned." Aizen's chocolate irises scoped out Ulquiorra, detecting that something was…off about him. "…Furthermore, you cannot allow yourself to stray from your purpose…and the ambitions of us all." Ulquiorra nodded, looking up at his leader slowly.

"Understood, sir."

Aizen still smiling, decided to interrogate The Fourth some more. His tactic was to embarrass the Arrancar enough so that he would stay on task and not allow Grimmjow to bring him down. "Well, I'm glad you agree with me. But, also, I must make sure you two were at least safe about it. Were you?"

Ulquiorra blinked, feeling the heat creep up his neck to tingle at his porcelain-like cheeks. "Sir…forgive me, but…I'm not so sure about what you mean?" Aizen rested his chin in his hand once more, still smiling; this was priceless.

"What I mean, is…did you two use a sheath of some sort? A covering…condom…etcetera." Ulquiorra shifted his posture, uncomfortably. He had a feeling that is what Aizen was directing at. Where could one even acquire such a thing? He was never a sexual being, so he rarely gave it much thought. Actually, he loved it when Grimmjow released his fluids inside of him; it felt spectacular.

"Aizen-sama…I must admit I lack knowledge in that area…so, then, no." Aizen sighed and sat up again.

"Ulquiorra…you mustn't be so careless. This is to be expected for your…partner…but as for you, I must say I am shocked. What's been with you lately? Are you all right?" The leader reached out to touch the pale Espada's shoulder, accidentally tugging the collar of his jacket aside. This action revealed a bright, large, red circle that was quite visible against the creamy coloured skin on Schiffer's neck. Aizen stared at it, and added "…oh? He is marking you as well? Interesting…" he reached out to touch it, causing Ulquiorra to shiver "…hm…it looks fresh…" Their faces were rather close to one another, and Aizen was aware of the change in Ulquiorra's breathing pattern. "So careless…" he whispered, rubbing his thumb against the love mark. Schiffer watched Aizen attentively, wondering what was going to happen to him. He'd never been so close to his leader before, and it was pretty unnerving. "Tell you what…" he pulled away and sat back in his enormous chair. "…today, I will allow you to have off so that you can clear your mind and straighten yourself out. Does that work for you?"

Ulquiorra stood there, not moving once; he nodded.

"Yes, sir. Thank you for your benevolence."

"Of course. You deserve it with all of your hard work and dedication you've proven to me in the past. Just be sure not to disappoint me again. It's not often I would imagine to have this conversation with you, Ulquiorra." Aizen's eyes were dark, but calm. "…you are dismissed." The Fourth Espada bowed once more, before he turned to leave.

Once Ulquiorra was gone, a figure stepped from the shadows and smiled at Aizen.

"You sure know what to say to them, don't you?"

"I do what I can."

"I just hope things work out, according to your plans…"

"They always do, Gin, they always do…"

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