Whoa!
It's time for Chapter number SIX!!!
Goodness gracious, I'm stoked about this one!
Let's make this summary short and sweet here, as I believe this is one of the longer segments I've written so far? (It's been a long week, so I inserted an extra treat for you guys! I hope you like it...I wasn't originally going to have that in here, but after I wrote it...there was no way I'd go without it)
Uh...rating, as always, is at the Mature-Adult level. Sex...cursing...and violent-natured themes.
I see I have some new readers/reviewers?
HI!!!!!!! How's it goin? GLAD to see you all! Thank you, thank you, thank you, for stopping by! Stick around, if you would?
Let's get to the new chapter! I WARN you...it's heavy. (Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar errors that I may have missed.)
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Ulquiorra followed Ichimaru Gin with silence and obedience. Lately, things had been unnecessarily tiring on the Fourth Espada. If things were to go well, he could just return back to his room, take a shower, and get the much needed rest that he deserved. The pair's footsteps were soft and in sync as they entered Aizen's dimly lit chambers.
Waiting for them with a shockingly tranquil visage, was Aizen. Gin walked right next to where their leader was seated and stood in a relaxed pose; he crossed his arms. Schiffer then took it upon himself to bow to Aizen before being addressed.
"Ulquiorra…" the brunette began, with a low but firm tone "…would you imagine why I asked you here twice in one day?" the Fourth made no sound, and raised himself so that he could make eye contact with Aizen.
"I…could imagine that it involves Grimmjow." he replied, honestly.
"Oh, and we could say that it does." Aizen sat up, appearing to be much more alert. "Now, tell me…what is he to you?" Ulquiorra sighed inwardly at the interrogating that he felt unlucky to be a part of, once again.
"Sir, if I had an answer to that…I would not hesitate to inform you. We are just…" he thought for a moment, to grasp what exactly they were.
"…fuck buddies?" Aizen finished in a casual way. Gin's smirk deepened and his footing shifted.
"I am…unsure if that is what I would like to call it…"
"Well, I'm close enough. Or…does he care much more for you, Ulquiorra?"
"I am not under the impression that he does. However, I will admit he has grown protective over me in ways he should not be. He…has no business of doing so."
"Why is that? Because…you much rather protect him?" Aizen smiled knowingly, eyes shimmering to meet with the small Espada's. He could draw that much from it, anyhow. Combining variables of the two's behavior toward each other was much simpler now that he knew what occurred behind closed doors. Ulquiorra stood there, taken aback. He could feel the heat rising up against the back of his neck, while his mind raced for something he could retort. Unfortunately, Schiffer could not think of a single word that could be an appropriate answer. It was the truth. Aizen had finally figured it all out. Ulquiorra, though he displayed horrible disdain for Grimmjow, really wanted to keep him close and…protect him. Was it awful? He'd never experienced such a sensation before, and it was horrifying to him.
"Yes, sir…" he whispered, wanting so badly to look away.
"Ah…so that is it? Why couldn't you just tell me that to start with, Ulquiorra? I thought we were…closer than that?" Ulquiorra stared at Aizen with large green eyes. Was…this it? Was…Aizen telling him it was okay to feel that way? No. It…couldn't be.
"I apologize, sir, for not making mention of it. What…can be done to prove further allegiance?" he bowed again, waiting for instruction.
"Ulquiorra…there is no need for this. Look at me…" the fourth raised his irises, in compliance with the order "I like you. I trust you. Moreover, I appreciate the hard work you complete for me. Am I that horrible of a man to not be honest with? Tell me, if I trust you…should you not trust me?"
"Of course, sir. I…should have been more considerate. I admit my mind hasn't been where it usually sits, lately."
"That is fine. However…" he stopped, to really take a look at Ulquiorra. His appearance was faultless as it generally was, but something was a bit off. What was it? Smirking, Aizen realized that there was this small luminosity to him. Despite the situation, Ulquiorra was giving off a faint glow. When would he ever learn? "…I'd like you to come closer, Ulquiorra." Schiffer nodded his head once, and took a few steps forward. "So…" Aizen reached out to touch his loyal subordinate "…how is your neck?" he nudged the cloth of Ulquiorra's collar to the side with his fingers so that he may investigate the pale skin underneath. Reacting to the touch, Ulquiorra shivered and lowered his gaze. The spot on his neck was still red, but not incredibly obvious. What didn't help his case was that there were a couple new marks etched into his skin; the work of Grimmjow, Nonetheless. "Hm…it seems as if you are keeping Grimmjow very busy, aren't you?"
Ulquiorra's breath hitched, and he looked into Aizen's pretty brown eyes. "…I am sorry…" his voice was hard to hear.
"Oh…don't be…" his thumb started rubbing circular patterns across the tender love bites. "…we'll show you how it should be done…and then, perhaps, you won't disappoint me anymore?" We'll? The word caused Ulquiorra to skip a beat, making him wonder what was about to happen. He did not move, or speak, at all. "…Gin, if you would assist me?"
Ichimaru Gin made no hesitation to close the space between Ulquiorra and himself; his hands grasped over the small shoulders. Schiffer began to feel nervous for the first time in a while. (This, of course, omitting his first close encounter with Aizen-sama) Gin was behind him, massaging his shoulders and placing small kisses on the back of his neck. Aizen touched over his hickeys and was beginning to let his hands wander lower.
"Gin, feel free to do as you like…we must teach our disobedient subordinate a well-learned lesson…" Aizen stuck his tongue out to lick along Ulquiorra's neck. Never would he imagine anyone so phlegmatic to taste so…sweet. It was intriguing. No wonder Grimmjow could not have enough of this. Gasping, Ulquiorra shut his eyes and stood as still as he could manage, without falling over. Aizen-sama was…licking his neck! How strange! And not to mention Gin, right behind him, nibbling on his exposed shoulder blades. Somewhere in between all of this, Aizen had managed to rip open his jacket so that he could acquire better access to his sensitive chest. Now pinching the Fourth's nipples, Aizen made sure he wasn't gentle with any of his gestures. No matter how rough things would get, Ulquiorra vowed to not make one sound from it. "Come here…" Aizen whispered, pulling Ulquiorra into his lap and turning him around so that he was now facing Gin. "…show us, Ulquiorra, how you kiss your partner."
Biting his lower lip, Ulquiorra gazed at Gin who was smiling in the manner he always did. He was glad Aizen asked him to do this, actually. Gin opened his eyes, barely, as Ulquiorra reached up to touch his face. Ulquiorra couldn't believe he was doing this, but he could not fail to obey a direct order from his leader. Gin was a lot more attractive than he had previously noticed, but not even close to as gorgeous as Grimmjow. Once the room between them was condensed, Ulquiorra tried to pretend that he was kissing Jeagerjaques so it could alleviate the pressure. Ichimaru moaned quietly from the sensation and forced his tongue into Ulquiorra's mouth, grabbing onto the other's dark hair.
Watching with much interest, Aizen had an arm wrapped around Ulquiorra's thin waist. He would have to admit that it was incredibly hot to be able to watch the two go at it in such a way. Never would he classify himself as the pervertive type, but this needed to be done. Sharing Gin with someone else wasn't as tough as he assumed it to be, and from the looks of it, Ichimaru had no issues either.
"How does he touch you, Ulquiorra?" Aizen asked, dipping his hand inside of Schiffer's hakama "…like this?" he held the placid manhood tightly, in hopes of receiving a reaction from its owner. Not giving Aizen the satisfaction, Ulquiorra focused on kissing Gin as if it were a chore. His superior's lips were pretty soft, and his tongue was very skilled. This only made him wonder where Gin collected such talent.
"Mmm…" Gin groaned, pulling away from their embrace very slowly. Whilst doing so, he sucked at Ulquiorra's tongue to stare at him with those intense crimson irises. The rare sight of this caused Schiffer's cheeks to tingle, barely turning pink; it was powerful. Choking back a gasp, Ulquiorra shuddered not only from his nether region being stimulated, but the exhibit of Gin as well. "Here…" he whispered, taking Ulquiorra's hand to place it on his crotch. His fingers twitched as he felt the semi-erect member underneath its cloth barrier. Surrendering to the request, Ulquiorra released Gin's manhood and began to stroke it; this was almost a surreal experience to be touching Ichimaru Gin's cock. In his mind, he kept reciting over and over to imagine this as Grimmjow instead. However, the more Gin got into it, the more difficult it became to ignore the raw reality.
Sooner than he expected, Ichimaru was very hard and clearly aroused. There was something about Ulquiorra that completely blew his mind, making this highly erotic. Perhaps, because it wasn't Aizen? Or…perhaps, it was because he figured Ulquiorra had such distaste toward him? Maybe, it was because Aizen was here watching it all? Either way, it was intoxicatingly sexy and there was no way he would back out of this now.
Ulquiorra eyed what Gin had to offer, and it was pretty impressive. Of course, he was comparing it to Grimmjow's and it was nowhere near as good looking. It wasn't as thick, but it was nice and long…more slender than Grimmjow's. He curiously poked at the tip of it with his index finger, gaining a muffled sound from Gin. Showing him what he wanted, Ichimaru pulled Schiffer's face closer to his cock. Shit. That's what he wanted?
"Yes…suck it like you would suck him…" Aizen muttered, gripping Ulquiorra's stubborn manhood that was only semi-erect.
Ulquiorra exhaled very lightly and grasped the base of Gin's cock just like he did to Jeagerjaques before. He closed his eyes and lowered his opened mouth over the head of it, darting out his tongue to lick around and lubricate the area so that things would be easier on him. Gin sighed and sunk his fingers deeper into Ulquiorra's hair, appreciating the feeling of something so warm and wet enveloping him. It wasn't often that Gin received a decent blow-job, as Aizen really didn't go down on him too much, so he planned on cherishing each moment of it. What surprised him was that Ulquiorra truly seemed to know what he was doing…and that was hot!
"A-ah…" Ichimaru panted, taking one of his hands to cover his mouth; his face was flushed. He had to get a hold of himself, or this was not going to last long. How horrible that would be!
Aizen smirked, watching his lover shift around in pleasure from another man; it was beautiful. He began to harden from the show, and took it upon himself to reach around to Ulquiorra's rear. The region was a bit greasy, which indicated that activity had occurred prior to this. Sliding his fingers around, he could tell that Grimmjow left behind something special as well. Aizen cringed a bit at this, knowing that the sexta's fluids were now on his fingers. "Well…" he leaned forward, to whisper in Ulquiorra's ear "…what do we have here?" he forced two dry fingers inside "…were you having sex earlier, Ulquiorra?" Not knowing what to do, or how to answer, Schiffer bent beyond his previous limits so that he would be able to suck Gin's cock and neglect everything else around him.
Aizen yanked his fingers out and bit down on the Fourth's ear, still not getting a sound out of him. Ulquiorra's eyes were clamped shut and he was bobbing up and down on the cock that was now pulsing in his mouth. Gin rubbed Ulquiorra's cheeks and started to thrust into his small mouth, obviously enjoying himself. Aizen, smiling, watched this while he rubbed the wide tip of his own cock against his subordinate's puckered opening. Ulquiorra's eyes shot open in reaction. No…why? Though, deep down inside, he knew this was inevitable. He could already tell the difference between Aizen and Grimmjow's cocks. Aizen's possessed incredible girth, which made him wonder how he was about to endure this. Gin looked at Ulquiorra's face and blinked just once. Somewhere, he almost felt guilty about this. Almost. It was just that…never before had he seen any hint of emotion written on this Espada's face, but now it was just entirely different.
"Since you've already helped yourself not so long ago, it seems a lubricant will not be required…will it?" Aizen announced, while shoving his strong cock inside of the resisting anal passage. "…it's already so slick, thanks to a certain someone…" If Ulquiorra were to budge, he would have. Instead, he was numb and acted like nothing ever happened to him. Right now, as much as he would regret to think this, Gin's cock was the most important task ahead of him. He could have even sworn that something tore back there…was he bleeding? It was hard to ascertain. Ulquiorra, at this point, devoted himself to suck Ichimaru's cock into oblivion. At least maybe someone could get something out of this.
Gin closed his eyes and released a shaky sigh from the sensation of his erection being tended to in such a superb way. He wished Aizen would hurry up, so that he would not be the first to come. It seriously took a lot out of him to delay his orgasm, due to the manner in which Schiffer was pleasing him. Ulquiorra wasn't going to make this easy on Gin, as he could tell the climax was intentionally postponed, so he began to moan a little bit against his superior's cock. This caused him to open his eyes, watching the small Arrancar rub his tongue all over his wet, twitching, manhood. God, it was hot. Ulquiorra even made seductive eye contact with Ichimaru while sliding his lips up and down over the long shaft. Gin coughed, not being able to tear his eyeballs away from this display; he bit down on his lower lip to hold himself back. Wow! Is this what Grimmjow was treated to every night? How lucky!
Concurrently, Aizen rested his chin on Ulquiorra's shoulder and he was biting hard on the soft neck flesh while his cock slammed in and out of that tight canal. He must admit that fucking Ulquiorra was one thing. However, being able to fuck the pale beauty as he watched him give tantalizing oral sex to his partner was…very explosive. Additionally, the position he was trying to execute this in was a bit awkward. Ulquiorra was not moving much against his cock, so he found himself doing most of the work. Of course this wasn't something the Fourth particularly enjoyed, and Aizen knew this.
Gin was on his final limb, just about, from the agonizingly wonderful blow-job he was receiving; he groaned over and over again. To sturdy himself, Ichimaru rested a trembling hand atop of Ulquiorra's head and tugged a bit at the damp hair. It was then, when he realized Schiffer was tormenting him…and he was nowhere near quitting. How clever. What the Fourth didn't know, was that Gin had something special for him in due time.
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Meanwhile, Szayel scurried to Sosuke Aizen's quarters only to be pushed away from a dark, strong hand.
"Aizen-sama is not taking visitors at the moment. He is busy. Come back tomorrow."
"Tousen…sir…it's important! I…must speak with him!"
"No," he shook his head "…I was instructed to keep any intruders out until further notice. Is this understood?"
"Yes…" the pink haired Espada slumped his shoulders in defeat. At least he tried. Supposedly, this would have to wait until the next day. Perhaps, by then, he can think of a better way to address his leader about his failure. He mentally winced at the offensive word.
The Eighth turned around and slowly headed back toward his living area. It wasn't quite so late, but not early enough to enjoy the peaceful time. His feet moved, but he had the faintest clue of where he was going. Suddenly he heard voices…and laughing. Naturally, he was drawn to it by curiosity. Peeking his head in an opened doorway, he saw Nnoitra, Yammy, and Wonderweiss sitting around having a good time. He rubbed his chin and wondered why those three decided to get together to indulge in such things; how strange. Not understanding why, Szayel stepped foot inside and cautiously walked toward them. Was that alcohol Nnoitra was drinking?
"Give me that…" he said, in a demanding, but soft, voice. Aporro was not aware of what substance it could be, but he certainly drank the rest of it in one huge gulp. He gasped and covered his mouth. How awful! At least it hit the spot in some odd way.
"Whoa!" Nnoitra exclaimed "…where the hell did you come from?"
"I've had a rough day…" he clarified.
"Hmp. Obviously. You drank the rest of my shit!" Nnoitra frowned.
"Should you talk that way in front of him?" Szayel asked, nodding at Wonderweiss.
"Nah…who cares? He 'aint even paying attention…" The statement was true, as the small blonde Arrancar toyed with an empty liquor bottle and giggled.
"Hm…I see…so…is there any more to drink?"
"Yea…" Yammy interjected "…here…" he pushed over another bottle, which was full. "…it's better than what Nnoitra was havin'…"
"Oh, fuck you…all you drink is bitchy girl drinks!" Szayel sighed and poured some of what Yammy suggested into the glass he just drank from.
"It doesn't matter what it is…as long as it makes me forget things for a while…" Nnoitra and Yammy eyed Szayel suspiciously as he spoke.
"What's wrong with you? You…never wanna hang with us. Somethin's up." Nnoitra downed a shot of hard liquor and stared at the intellectual Espada.
"Like I mentioned…it's been a rather long, tiring, and stressful kind of day." He looked down at his empty glass, running his finger around the rim of it "…you wouldn't understand."
"Yea, whatever. Try me. S'not like we have anything better to do…"
"I…don't know." Szayel began to get dizzy, and he could feel the surge through his body as the properties within his beverage took over. "Maybe some more…" he held his glass out for Yammy to fill up.
"No…don't drink that. Try this." Nnoitra poured liquor into a shot glass and set it down in front of Szayel. "This'll fuck you up." Aporro shifted his gaze, a bit wearily, over to Wonderweiss who was not listening to Jiruga's foul language. The youthful blonde was far too busy trying to stick his tongue inside of the narrow opening that belonged to the empty bottle.
"Shouldn't you…stop him?" Szayel asked, concerning Wonderweiss' behavior.
"Eh…no? He does weird shit like that all the time, so it's cool."
"Fine…suit yourself…" Szayel picked up the small glass with hesitation. Recalling today's events made him easily swallow the contents inside, leaving his falter far behind.
"Damn, you're a natural." Nnoitra commented.
"No. Far from that. I…just need this badly, but cannot come to terms with why?"
"Ya think too much." Yammy finally said, drinking his commercial alcohol.
"Possibly…" he took yet another shot "…but thinking is my best ability."
"Fuckin' quit the pity party, Szayel…just drink and forget your little troubles…and chill out. Don't worry so much."
"How can't I?" he angrily snatched Yammy's bottle and poured some of that along with his liquor. "He…he's…sleeping with that idiot! And…I messed everything up! Terribly! And…things are about to hit the fan now!" he whimpered and drank up the concoction he created. Everyone but Wonderweiss fell deathly silent.
"H…huh?" Nnoitra broke the semi-quiescence "…what the fuck are you talking about, Szayel? Who's sleeping with who? I…don't get it…"
"Yea…uh…I'm confused…" Yammy added.
"Ulquiorra…he's…" Aporro drank some more "...and Grimmjow…and they're fucking…and…why does it make me feel this way?!" he sighed heavily and hid his face in his hands. It took several moments, before the other Arrancar pieced together Szayel's explanation. Once this was figured out, the two of them laughed heavily. From hearing laughter, Wonderweiss started to laugh also.
"W…what?! Hahahahaha! 'Y-ya gotta be kiddin' me, right?!" Nnoitra replied, snorting even, as he showed his amusement. "…are 'ya that damned drunk, man?!"
"No! Stop! It's true! I saw them...making out! And…I know they're having sex! It's obvious!" the Eighth glared at his fellow Arrancar, shaking a fist.
"But them two can't stand each other…I don't get it…" Yammy scratched at his head, wondering what the hell to make of this.
"Yea Szayel…I dunno…"
"Believe what you will, but it's true. Everyone'll know soon enough…I probably wasn't even s'posed to say anything…"
"Hm…" Nnoitra rubbed at his chin. "If that's so…I can hardly blame Grimmjow. Besides you and blondie over here, Szayel, Ulquiorra's the closest thing to a chick anyways…"
"Are you insane? There are females around! And…I'll try to just pr'tend I didn't hear y'say that…" Szayel started slurring his words together every now and then.
"How do you even know Grimmjow's on top?" Yammy asked, showing his interest of the topic.
"Uh…you're fuckin' jokin' right? Grimmjow's not a catcher. You wanna bet on this, man?"
"Huh…I guess you're right…"
"Yea. Now that I think of it…I 'aint gonna lie…that's prolly some hot sex to watch…" Szayel groaned loudly to display his distaste.
"Can we not talk about this?"
"Oh, we're talkin' about it! This is the best thing I've heard!" Nnoitra turned to Yammy. "…tell me you wouldn't fuck Ulquiorra. I guess now that I think about it…I'm pretty sure I would. And I don't even like dudes…"
"Hm…I dunno. Never thought about it that way…I mean…I guess I would. Eh…" Yammy made a face, pondering what he would do. Truthfully, he always found Grimmjow a bit more attractive than most. More so, he was certain he would much rather sink himself into Jeagerjaques' nice and tight ass. He knew it was tight if the sexta preferring topping. Most importantly, there was no way he'd have a cock up his ass…which, by default, gave Grimmjow the submissive position.
"Hey, do 'ya think they suck each other's cocks?" Nnoitra asked, clearly being curious about gay sex. Szayel rubbed the sides of his head and sighed loudly.
"Probably"
"Hey man…don't get all upset about it. I'm sure if Ulquiorra'll fuck Grimmjow, he'd fuck you too…"
"That's not the point, Nnoitra. Ugh…and b'sides, I'm sure he won't have sex with anyone else. It's highly un-likely."
"You don't know that. Hell, maybe him'n Grimmjow are jus' havin' revenge sex…or…somethin'? Ah, fuck it…I dunno…"
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Ichimaru Gin could not withstand the immense pleasure any longer. He was able to deter his climax for the maximum amount of time, and he was now sitting at his shallow limit. Groaning in discomfiture, he gripped Ulquiorra's hair and released several vehement streams of semen into the opened mouth.
Being prepared, Schiffer swallowed most of it quickly so that he would not be forced to taste it. With a devious smile, Gin pulled out and finished off all over the Fourth's face. This was most definitely a situation that Ulquiorra never imagined, or fantasized, himself to be a part of. Choosing against a display of shock, he simply gasped and licked at where he could reach. It was extraordinarily disgusting, but he needed to act as if it were the most enticing maneuver he was a part of.
Aizen nearly paused as he witnessed this. He didn't expect his lover to pull a stunt such as that, but it was incredibly arousing. Just in time, he exhaled and came inside of Schiffer harshly. It was a tad strained, but that factor did not matter. Ulquiorra twitched once he felt himself being filled by his adored leader; his eyes opened wide. Gin noticed the outcome and frowned. Aizen did not have to come inside Ulquiorra. That wasn't the plan! How dare him!
Once Aizen-sama was finished, he moved Ulquiorra off of him and nudged the small Espada in Ichimaru's direction. "You are now dismissed…we shall see you tomorrow bright and early to begin the day's work. Gin…please escort him out?"
"Yes, sir..." Ulquiorra replied softly, as Gin lead him away. Once they were at the door, Aizen's silver haired lover sighed and wiped at Ulquiorra's face.
"Ya know…'ya really should be more careful next time…messin' with Grimmjow's a bad idea…"
"So I've been told…" The Fourth retorted, fixing his hair and clothing.
"Hm…" Gin frowned "…s'not like this was my idea…" it was apparent that there was some hurt behind his voice. Did Ulquiorra miss something? Shrugging it off, he opened the door and walked out.
Overwhelmed with massive pain, Schiffer ignored Tousen and retreated as if absolutely nothing occurred. It would have been so much easier to limp…or to cringe when he made a step, but Ulquiorra was emotionally numb to this. He could feel the blood drizzling down his leg; a small reminder to taunt him until it was washed away.
Ichimaru Gin made his way back to Aizen, with crossed arms. They needed to talk.
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Ulquiorra, after stripping down and throwing his articles of clothing, angrily, into the dark corner of his room, crawled into his bed and sighed. So this is what it felt like to be raped? Strangely enough, the first time that he and Grimmjow participated in their sexual activity, he could have sworn it was unwanted. However, this was not the case. He actually allowed Grimmjow to have his way with him. They both understood that. This, without fail, made things much heavier on the two of them. What was going through his head? Why did he want the sexta around at this very minute? To some degree, Ulquiorra felt that if Grimmjow were here it would pacify his distress. Never could he describe what happened to him, but he could certainly use some form of support. It was a foreign sensation to Ulquiorra, as he usually discarded any emotional detachment, but it felt so natural as well.
Schiffer groaned and turned, believing he was going to vomit. What he needed was to wash all of this away…and erase these horrible memories. Standing up weakly, Ulquiorra went directly for the shower.
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Grimmjow lay in his own bed, staring at the ceiling quietly. It had been at least a couple of hours since he'd fallen asleep, but now he cannot seem to return to that point. For some alien reason, he was unable to wipe Ulquiorra off his mind. He didn't get it. Ulquiorra was a brown-nosing, uptight, boring, and depressing person to be around. Although, in a peculiar way, Grimmjow was drawn to him like a terrible plague; Schiffer was astoundingly beautiful. After several moments of rolling, and attempting to find a comfortable position, Jeagerjaques sat up and growled. Who cares what time it was? He needed to find Ulquiorra. He wasn't about to question why this was necessary. The sexta knew only that Ulquiorra would be the refreshing cure to his emotional ailment.
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Once Schiffer had finished taking a much required shower, he curled back into his bed and buried himself beneath the sheets and blankets. Trapped in his traumatic state of mind, he was oblivious to the opening of his door. Nothing else around him mattered, as the atmosphere itself seemed to melt away. He was intent on regaining a mental stability so that he could perform his tasks flawlessly the next day.
The intruder entered with a wicked grin while he clicked the lock shut behind him. He was able to see Ulquiorra's broken down form, balled up inside of the cocoon of blankets, which made him switch his smile to a confused frown. Taking it upon himself to sit down next to the Fourth, Grimmjow placed an inquisitive hand on the lump in the bed.
"Hey...you awake?" he peeled back the covers to peer inside.
Ulquiorra's green eyes shot open with shock, kicking the other Arrancar away. "W-what are you doing here?!" his face was red, exposing that he was caught off guard. Grimmjow stared at the Fourth in a way he never had in the past. Ulquiorra was showing emotion, he was frightened, and the look in his deep green irises was nearly terrifying. Doubling over, not only from the reiatsu Ulquiorra emitted, but simply the living experience, Grimmjow held his small partner close. "Go away!" He was shaking and hitting Jeagerjaques with feeble fists.
"Hey, hey, hey! Settle the fuck down! What's wrong with you?!" Grimmjow tried to act as macho and level headed as possible, catching each and every blow Ulquiorra delivered, hiding his true concern. Once Ulquiorra had calmed a bit, he clung to Grimmjow limply and breathed heavily.
"Why...are you here?"
"Don't worry about that. What the fuck's got you all riled up?"
"I…" he trailed off, looking directly into those blue eyes that he couldn't help but treasure. Grimmjow blinked and stared back, trying to suspect what the issue could be. "…stay…" was the last thing Ulquiorra muttered before pulling Grimmjow's face near for a heated kiss. It was as if time and space froze completely once their lips touched; it was immaculate.
Going with the flow, the sexta kissed back and stroked one side of Ulquiorra's neck. He had not even the foggiest conception of what had his lover in such a fit, but he decided that perhaps it was better left unsaid. Ulquiorra sighed and crawled into Grimmjow's lap, their lips never once parting. In some sense, when he kissed Jeagerjaques it felt more right than anything that happened today. Surely when he and Gin kissed it was nice to some extent, but he felt awful doing it.
Ulquiorra moaned quietly and permitted Grimmjow to deepen their kiss with the intervention of his tongue. Instinctively, Grimmjow pushed Ulquiorra backward, while their lips caressed one another, and started to grind himself slowly against his partner's crotch. From this, Schiffer was startled and pulled away from the embrace.
"What's the matter now? Don't 'ya wanna fuck?" Grimmjow grinned, poking his tongue at the corner of his mouth, as he looked down at Ulquiorra.
"No. I don't." He growled, moving away from the sexta angrily. In fact, that was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Well, what? I wouldn't mind..."
"I know that. I...don't appreciate your coming here trying to--" he was cut off by Grimmjow's lips.
"Shut up you idiot..." Ulquiorra blinked and gazed at Jeagerjaques vacantly. "If 'ya don't wanna fuck, then I guess we don't have to…" he bit his lip and looked away momentarily. "…Somethin's up. I can tell."
"Hm…" Ulquiorra gently nudged Grimmjow onto his side so that he could have space for himself. Jeagerjaques held a finger out and lifted up his partner's chin.
"So are 'ya gonna tell me or what? I got no problems fuckin' it outta your tight little ass…"
Ulquiorra sighed and took Grimmjow's hand, examining it closely. He was aware of that being the sexta's method of concern; it was amusing how well he could read Grimmjow.
"Just…stay." He murmured, placing his lips on the open palm. Grimmjow watched Ulquiorra silently, wishing he knew why his superior chose to act this way. It was unfamiliar, and a bit unexpected. Snatching his hand away, he laid back and made himself comfortable. Ulquiorra's eyes were large and overflowing with downcast dimness.
"Fine…whatever. I can't fuckin' sleep anyways…I guess I'll stay here for a while…"
If Ulquiorra could smile now, this would have been it. Grimmjow was capable of fooling himself and others, but he did not once deceive Schiffer. Exhaling softly, Ulquiorra sat up and ran his fingertips through his damp hair. Droplets of water ran within the crevices between his fingers and slid down his arm.
"You look sexy like that…" Grimmjow observed, reaching out to touch Ulquiorra's small, pink, nipple. The Fourth looked down at his partner's finger, and then back to the lovely face, and once more at the finger; he said nothing. "…you should probably lay down or somethin'…you look tired as fuck…"
Ulquiorra nodded mutely and respected the request. Once this was achieved, the smaller Espada studied the flawless features that belonged to Grimmjow. He didn't quite realize this, but he took hold of Jeagerjaques' hand, recurrently, and rubbed the tips of his fingers across it. The action put him at ease to assist his mind that was in utter disarray. To make matters interesting, this was, in Ulquiorra's opinion, the most intimate time that has ever been shared between himself and the sexta. Grimmjow was behaving, a rarity in itself, and he was not being annoyingly rude. Also, things were quiet. Ulquiorra cherished this dearly. He proceeded to eye Grimmjow's body freely, admiring his tanned chest and bewitching figure.
The Sixth raised an eyebrow and gawked at Schiffer, making no effort to hide his loathing type of frown. What the hell was Ulquiorra's problem? He was acting weird, and it freaked him out. Or, perhaps, deep down, he truly liked it? Either direction, Grimmjow's curiosity was eating at him fiercely. Breaking his temporary thoughts, the sexta felt Ulquiorra's hand resting on his cheek. Before he could blink, a very familiar pair of lips were grazing against his own. What the hell?
Not even giving Grimmjow the time to kiss back, Ulquiorra laid down quietly and slipped out of consciousness; he actually seemed peaceful. Turning his face to hide the faint blush on his cheeks, Grimmjow hissed and cursed at himself for allowing this to affect him. Switching into his protective mode, Grimmjow pulled his lover closer so that he could be able to watch over him. Sleep just wasn't going to be a luxury tonight.
"Ugh…such a fuckin' idiot…" he whispered, stroking Ulquiorra's dark hair.
End Chapter 6
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So...what are your thoughts?
Enough fluff in the end there to build a pillow factory? -__- Sorry about that...but it was long overdue. These two shall be getting closer and closer.
Hope the Aizen factor was up to everyone's standards? I know a few of you wanted this to happen?
As far as Aizen/Gin goes...it just made sense to me. Originally, I wasn't going to write them as a couple...but it simply turned out that way.
And last but not least....I thoroughly enjoyed writing the drunken Arrancar scene! Ha. That was ever so grand to me.
Hope to hear from you all soon!
-yu
xoxo