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This chapter is pretty much more plot thickening, to lead up to the interesting things that shall take place. (that is an understatement!) Like I was telling Twisted, it was incredibly hard for me to get through this chapter, so I can go ahead and get crazy for the next one coming up. To me, I like writing about all of the Arrancar...trying to see if I can't toss someone in there from every once and a while to make it seem like it's their own universe (which Twisted brought up, making an excellent point!). Really, that is my main focus here.

Erm...rating for this segment is MA for adult themes, sexual situations, Grimmjow's potty mouth, and other various things.

Sorry if my grammar was off, awkwardly written, or any other error pops up. I'm not perfect! :]

HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!! It's a cute little installment!

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Ulquiorra had just been released from Aizen-sama's personal meeting, and had to admit he was feeling strange. Along with feeling strange, he was overtaken by shame. He had disappointed Aizen. Never would he want to do that! He was grateful that Aizen chose not to punish him in some sort of way, or could he be thinking too soon? An odd sound erupted from his stomach region and a sharp twang of pain jolted through him. Staggering, he halted and looked around as if he'd acted out of turn. When the pain had retreated, he began walking once more. Things were irregular and this, not only, was a physical phenomenon, but a mental one as well. His footsteps were heavier than usual, starting off at a brisk pace only to slow down gradually. Seemingly, the corridor began to fade out and bring forth the illusion that it was perpetual. Ulquiorra reached out to touch the nearest part of a wall to brace himself. What was with him? He felt fine not so long ago…what could it be?

His eyes shot open wide in realization. The drink! It…had to be. What else would make him so sick? He had consumed nothing else since then, and anything prior to that could not have such an effect on him. Unless he was ill from swallowing Grimmjow's semen? Which he couldn't imagine that to be the element of his ailment? Even so, why would it take so long for him to feel such a way?

Too many assumptions were filling The Fourth's mind, as he started to sink to his feet. Not only was he feeling nauseous, but something inside of him was happening and it was highly painful. He clutched onto his lower abdomen and gasped, shaking in reflex. What was happening to him? His innards seemed as if they were expanding, and something was about to break free at any moment; or take place. He could not tell. But what he did know was that whatever it was that he drank, was giving him the worst abdominal pains imaginable. Damn that Szayel! Once Grimmjow finds out about this, he'll have no problems of dishing out some well deserved payback.

Ulquiorra groaned. At a time like this, he was still thinking about Jeagerjaques? This was insanity. He had to get a grip on himself! But for some reason, he didn't want to. Closing his eyes, Ulquiorra was no longer conscious.

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Grimmjow had eventually fallen back to sleep, discarding his duties, and a few hours went by surprisingly fast. Opening his sapphire irises, the sexta yawned and rubbed at his face. What time was it? He looked toward the window to find that it was dull, probably cloudy. It was hard to determine.

Sitting up, he yawned again and stretched out. Grimmjow supposed he could do some work today or maybe find someone to pick on; he was bored already. Before anything, he planned to take a shower and try to find Ulquiorra. That little prick wasn't going to get away with pulling the superiority card on him. Once he would be able to get alone with Schiffer, Grimmjow knew exactly what was in order. Smirking, he stood up and prepared for his day.

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Walking down the hallway, Szayel was freaking out. Once he checked in with his supplies, he came to the horrific revelation that he had given Ulquiorra the wrong drug. He was always so precise…and so detailed, that he was incredulous he would ever make such an error. Mistakes were things he could never admit to, and only imperfect beings would be associated with them. Nevertheless, he had to find Ulquiorra, knock him out, take care of the situation, hope he forgets, and remedy this before Aizen could notice. The horrible part is that Aizen presumably is aware of this, Ulquiorra would not forget, and he would have some major explaining to do. What was he thinking? This was his entire fault, for developing silly feelings for The Fourth Espada and wanting to cut Grimmjow out of the picture. Was that wrong?

It was then that Szayel spotted something, a small crumpled form, at the end of the hallway. Eyes widening, he discovered that this was his chance to repair the lapse which could terribly alter the balance of normality in Las Noches. Kneeling down next to the beautiful Ulquiorra, Szayel simply stared in awe. What happened? Did he pass out? Why hasn't anyone else sensed this? He reached out to touch Ulquiorra's delicate, pale, cheek in order to confirm that this was not a misimpression. The Eighth watched the other Arrancar's lips, which were parted, showing that he was breathing; he blushed at the sight. If he played his cards right, he could take Ulquiorra back to where he could be repaired, if there wasn't too much internal growth, and if he administered enough drugs then this could be forgotten. Next, he would just have to think of some way to convince Aizen that it was all part of his plan.

First, and foremost, there was something that needed to be done. Szayel cupped Ulquiorra's cheek and placed a very tender kiss on those ridiculously soft lips. Wow! They were even softer than he fantasized them to be. This was marvelous!

As if he were on cue, Grimmjow rounded the corner not expecting to find anything worthy to apply his energy to. He almost stopped dead in his tracks from the display. Ulquiorra and Szayel were kissing?! The sexta made a face of utter shock; his eyes were opened wide. What the fuck?! He ran, fist up, ready to beat the pulp out of that pink haired prissy.

Sensing the reiatsu, Szayel pulled away and glared. Grimmjow. Of course. It would be him, of all people, to interrupt his plans.

"You little fucking fag! How dare you!" before any of them knew, Grimmjow had Szayel, by collar of his top, shoved against the wall.

"G…Grimmjow…get…off of me!" he responded, with a kick to the sexta's gut.

"Fuck you! Why were you kissing him?!" Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Ulquiorra was lying there, motionless. This alarmed him. "What the fuck?!" he decided to punch Szayel in the face one good time before he dropped him and bent over next to The Fourth.

"Well…" Aporro dusted himself off "…if you'd let me explain myself, I would have politely informed you that Ulquiorra was lying in this corridor unconscious. I took it upon myself to attempt and introduce some air flow into his system. Perhaps this could have been remedied if you hadn't attacked me so barbarically." Grimmjow looked up at him, scowling.

"Yea fuckin' right. I'm not as 'smart' as you, but I sure as hell don't believe that shit!"

"Clearly, he's in no state to be left alone. If you don't mind, I am going to take him now so that he can be further assisted."

"Fuck that shit. I'm taking him. You hafta listen to what I say." Szayel released a small laugh.

"Ha! And you honestly believe the words coming from your mouth? You have no idea what could be wrong with him! What makes you think that you're fit to treat this?"

"I'm stronger than you, and I'll fuckin' kick your ass if you don't give him to me."

"Grimmjow, you're being completely irrational!"

"No. You don't get it." He grabbed Ulquiorra and stood up, holding him in his arms. "I'm takin' him and you can't do shit to stop me."

"Hm…interesting…is this some silly scheme of yours against him? Since…you two hate each other so much? Is there some way you are to be getting back at him, from doing this?" Szayel adjusted his glasses, making an excellent point. Grimmjow froze. Shit. He forgot about that. Nobody else knew he and Ulquiorra were fucking. Above all else, nobody knew that Ulquiorra belonged to him.

"Fuck off, will 'ya? I got shit to do now. And don't worry about what I do with him. Go play with your books or somethin'…"

"Fine. Have it your way. I'm certain Aizen-sama wouldn't like this, though."

"Fuck what Aizen thinks. I'll worry about that later. I'd better not find you molesting him again, or else it's over for you! You're fuckin' lucky that I got shit to do…or else they would'a had to figure out how to revive you! If I even left anything around to revive!" And with that being said, Grimmjow dashed off with Ulquiorra in tow. Sure he was a tiny bit worried of Schiffer's condition, but he'd rather answer to Aizen than have that creep Szayel slobbering all over what was rightfully his.

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As soon as he reached his room, Grimmjow shut and locked the door behind him. Carefully setting Ulquiorra on the bed, Jeagerjaques sat next to him and studied his features. He appeared to be just fine, as he was breathing normally.

The sexta took a finger and dipped it through the thick and silky strands of Ulquiorra's hair, wondering what took place. Why had he slipped out of a conscious state, and why was Szayel kissing him? Completely forgetting his daily tasks, Grimmjow was now involuntarily protecting over the smaller Arrancar.

Eyelids slowly fluttering open, Ulquiorra steadily began to take in his surroundings. Why was everything so dizzy? Where was he? There appeared to be a set of blue eyes peering down at him; he shifted. Was it Grimmjow?

"Ah…" he gasped, softly.

"About damn time you woke up…" Ulquiorra sighed and remained perfectly still.

"Why am I here?" he questioned with an annoyed tone.

"What the fuck? No thank you?" Grimmjow crawled on top of Schiffer, hunched over the other. A few stray blades of his cerulean hair hung over his eyes while he watched the smaller Arrancar.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because maybe I fuckin' saved your ass, literally, from that fruit cake Szayel. I bet he was tryin' to rape you or somethin'…he was kissin' you and everything. It was fuckin' gross."

"Excuse me?"

"What? Want me to go over that again, slower, for 'ya? Didn't understand?"

"Never mind." Ulquiorra, with no emotion in his voice or on his face, reached up to pull Grimmjow closer to him for a kiss. They would talk about this later. He had no idea why, but he really felt the need to kiss his subordinate. Jeagerjaques, who didn't mind at all, returned the embrace by caressing Ulquiorra's lips roughly with his own. It wasn't long before the sexta slipped his tongue inside to play with his partner's.

Moaning, Grimmjow straddled Schiffer and began to rub their crotches together by the downward grinding motion of his hips. He was starting to grow hard, and he noticed Ulquiorra was too.

"Do 'ya want me to fuck you, baby?" Grimmjow whispered into Ulquiorra's mouth, still rotating his hips in that slow, sensual, fashion.

"Aah…" Ulquiorra panted almost inaudibly. It was no secret of how aroused he was, due to the fact that his full-on erection was throbbing impatiently against Grimmjow's.

"You want my cock inside of you?" Jeagerjaques went on, sucking at Ulquiorra's bottom lip. Not answering, Schiffer simply sighed and touched Grimmjow's face. "Mm...babe...I'm not gonna do shit until 'ya tell me what 'ya want…" his white smile flashed at The Fourth as if it were taunting him. "Tell me…" he breathed, wanting so badly to hear Ulquiorra say something dirty.

"Fine…" Schiffer murmured "…I want you inside of me" though it was a pretty flat tone, Grimmjow was highly pleased.

"Fuck…that's so hot…" Grimmjow grabbed Ulquiorra's face and kissed him with as much passion as he could provide, gaining a tiny moan from The Fourth. While the Espada's mouths made lustful contact, the two of them stripped each other of their clothing until there was none left to speak for. "…look at you…" Jeagerjaques spoke, pulling back to look at his partner "…completely ready for me…" his eyes examined Ulquiorra's pale, petite, body that quivered from any touch placed upon it. He then took a vial of what appeared to be oil, and poured some into his hand. Ulquiorra watched him with large green eyes, in curiosity, wondering what was about to happen. Grimmjow smirked and took Schiffer's erection into his hand to start massaging it. In a reflexive way, Ulquiorra's manhood twitched and he inhaled sharply. "…how's that feel?" he slowly pulled his partner's foreskin back to rub the exposed tip with his greasy thumb.

"Aahh…" he bowed his head, closing his eyes, ashamed of being controlled by such pleasure; his cheeks were pink.

"No…remember, 'ya gotta look at me when we do this." Grimmjow tilted Ulquiorra's chin up so they could be face to face. He would never proclaim this, but Ulquiorra looked extraordinarily pretty when they had sex. Though he never displayed much emotion, Schiffer certainly gave off enough when he was aroused. Enough for Grimmjow to detect, anyhow.

Once his own erection was slick with lubricant, Grimmjow nudged Ulquiorra's legs apart and sank deeply inside the welcoming, narrow, passage. Their eyes were locked, and not one word was uttered.

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Sosuke Aizen sighed and rubbed his cheek tiredly. Certainly, there was work to be done around here in order to achieve anything. He would have to find Ulquiorra and Szayel once more, as well as Grimmjow. Why couldn't anything be done correctly? He was very disappointed with Szayel for failing to execute his request, and this was an understatement. The drug was supposed to have a very distinct side effect on Ulquiorra, and he could tell right away that something was off, which made him switch plans at last moment. He was not happy for having to do this, either.

Now, he would have to call each one of the Espada in to see him. This was going to be rather troublesome and this all could have been avoided if certain assignments were followed thorough with precision. Why was it so difficult?

Allowing his thoughts to wander momentarily, Aizen found himself smirking. It really was one of the last things he would expect from the two Espada; Ulquiorra, and Grimmjow. Perhaps not Grimmjow, but he was taken aback that the two of them would indulge in such a thing together. Then, he wondered what the sex must be like. Who was on top? Did Ulquiorra make much noise? Was there a lot of kissing?

"Gin…" he finally spoke, after a long period of silence. "I am going to require your assistance…"

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After both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra reached orgasm, they remained still for a few moments to catch their breath. Jeagerjaques had not pulled himself out yet; his cock was pulsating inside of those tight inner walls. Ulquiorra, admiring the sexta's features, reached up to move some of the hair that was covering his blue eyes, so that he could look into them. Grimmjow stared right back at Schiffer before taking his face and kissing him on the lips one more time. However, there was something different about the way he kissed Ulquiorra…and it was strange. Before Grimmjow could even realize what he was doing, Schiffer pulled back quickly.

"W-wait!" he gasped "…get off me!" for once, his tone was frantic and he actually seemed like he was in some form of distress. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and looked at the smaller Arrancar as if he were crazy.

"What the hell for? What's your deal? You 'aint pullin' this shit on me again, damn it!" he shook Ulquiorra's shoulders angrily "Fuck you! You're stayin' right here!"

Ulquiorra took hold of Grimmjow's wrists and gripped them tightly, to demonstrate that he was serious. "Now you listen to me. I need to get out of here before…" he paused and looked down at where he was being filled "…can you retract that out of me?" he decided he was not going to describe the situation with Grimmjow's cock snug in his ass; it just wasn't right.

Grimmjow groaned unhappily and did as he was told. Once he pulled himself out, a small trail of semen followed and trickled down Ulquiorra's thigh. At the sight of this, Schiffer felt himself blushing. Usually he wouldn't mind enjoying the aftermath of what he imagined to be excellent sex, but The Fourth knew he had to leave before any of this was noticed. He could not believe he let himself get seduced into bed with that thick-headed, loud, obnoxious, beautiful, sexta again.

"Grimmjow, you must take heed of what I say and be silent." Ulquiorra's voice was hushed "…I know that is hard for you, but just do it." Grimmjow simply stared at him blankly, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "…this, I'm sorry, is the last time we will be able to do this. I…should have said something before, but I'll allot you the credit of being so alluring. We can't do this anymore. I…don't know how, but Aizen is aware about this and he already questioned me this morning. I mustn't get side-tracked with what must be done."

Grimmjow made an interesting face and balled up his fists, not being very quiet as Ulquiorra had informed him to.

"Oh, fuck that! Fuck Aizen! He's just mad 'cause he didn't get to fuck you first! He's mad 'cause I got first dibs! Everyone is! Don't you get it? Everyone here wants to fuck you!"

Ulquiorra tiredly rubbed his head, not even looking at Grimmjow anymore; his tone was one of exasperation. "Grimmjow…how many times did you say the word 'fuck' in your explanation?"

"Doesn't matter. I'm bein' serious here. What the hell did you think Szayel was trying? He wants to fuck you. I can fuckin' smell it on him. I can tell, damn it. And I'm not going to stop doin' what I like 'cause Aizen's all pissed that he can't have your sweet, tight, ass."

Ulquiorra sighed and looked up at Grimmjow. "Honestly. I severely doubt that is the issue. I appreciate your jealous nature, but you don't need to worry so much about me. I am well able to handle myself. The fact of the matter is that we need to keep our distance now. Even more so than usual. Do you understand?"

Jeagerjaques scoffed and turned his face away. "Hmp. Whatever. I don't know how many fuckin' times you gotta learn the hard way that my judgment is better than yours! Don't be so damn stupid all the time!" Ulquiorra watched the sexta vent, as he got dressed, because he anticipated a horrible fit of some matter to explode as soon as he brought this up. "Shit, I really fuckin' hate you sometimes! Stop bein' Aizen's little bitch and hang around with me more often. With the two of us combined, nobody will fuck with us. But you just don't get it!"

Ulquiorra, eyes dark and angry, got right into Grimmjow's face. "First of all, that is not wise. Secondly, don't you dare say such a thing about me. I am loyal to our cause, as you should be. I'm leaving now, and you'd better behave." He grasped the sexta's face to kiss him on the lips in a disciplinary fashion, and just like that, he was gone. Grimmjow sat there seeming to be very dumbfounded. What the hell just happened, and why does he feel so odd?

Ulquiorra had made it quite a way through the dark corridors, moving quickly and soundlessly. He really wanted to get back to his room, shower up, and obtain some rest. The days weren't going to be easy on him, but he was fully prepared for anything to come his way. Honestly, he was curious about what Grimmjow was trying to get at a few moments prior to his departure. What did he mean, when he said everyone wanted to sleep with him? Could that be true? Or…was it Grimmjow blowing off steam in his jealous demeanor? Either way, he couldn't bother to worry about it. If something were to surface, it would appear sooner or later. Ulquiorra didn't have the time to keep such things in mind. As soon as he made a turn around the corner, Ulquiorra felt a hand clasp over his shoulder to pull him back gently.

"Sorry if I startled you, but Aizen-sama asks for your presence…"

Ulquiorra was kind of surprised at this. Why would Aizen want to see him again and at this late hour? Immediately, he began to stress if his leader could somehow sense the sex that was shared between himself and The Sixth Espada. Perhaps it was all a coincidence? Ulquiorra turned back to look at Ichimaru Gin with his normal inexpressive gaze.

"Oh. Of course."

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