Welcome back, everyone, to my little story.
First of all, let us all thank my good buddy Tyler for being able to retrieve this chapter of mine from my forsaken hard-drive. (Thank you Tyler! You saved the day!)
Big warning here...I do not have a beta reader, so I hope there are not a lot of errors this time around! Reason why I am saying this, is because the laptop I used to complete my segment is a Mexican computer...and everything is in Spanish on it. (egads!) I am not a Spanish speaker. So...all of the spell check was crazy, and it was giving me a pretty hard time on a lot of words. Ugh. So please disregard anything that may come up as being incorrect.
Rating for the chapter is MA for sex, foul language, etc. My apologies that this one is not as long as I wanted it to be. Things shall be sorted out eventually.
Thank you SO very much for hanging in there and being supportive! I am also appreciative of my reviewers! You all fill me with great joy and inspiration!
Enjoy the newest installment of my craziness! Prepare yourselves!
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach. (not fair)
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Time passed, and Ulquiorra opened his eyes drowsily to be hit by a wall of warmth. Not moving once, the Fourth realized that he was snuggled against Grimmjow's strong chest while a hand was at rest in his hair. The room, silent and dark, was spinning and Schiffer felt sick again. He groaned quietly, grabbing Grimmjow's immediate attention.
"Awake?" he asked, sounding dreadfully exhausted.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Ulquiorra shifted, still close to the sexta, and turned his face up to meet his partner's gaze. He lazily ran a fingertip down Jeagerjaques' cheek, maintaining eye contact. Ulquiorra had to admit that he was ultimately flattered due to Grimmjow's concern. It was entirely unimaginable for his blue haired lover to be worried about anything; especially him. If his face hadn't been flushed already, Schiffer could only believe how he would have reacted.
"You're red…" Grimmjow pointed out, touching the other Espada's delicate, soft, cheek to illustrate his speech.
"Because I am ill, you moron." The sexta grinned widely and poked Ulquiorra's nose.
"Just shut the hell up and get back to sleep."
Ulquiorra tugged at Grimmjow's hands, gently urging him to lie back down. "…only if you do so, as well." His tone was light, but blank as usual. Grimmjow sighed with annoyance and actually listened to the petite Arrancar.
"Fine…but it 'aint gonna be for a while though…"
The Fourth nodded once and cupped Jeagerjaques' handsome face, kissing his lips silently. "Rest is needed…" he whispered this against the other's mouth "…don't be a fool"
Growling, Grimmjow pressed their lips back together and leisurely massaged Ulquiorra's uncovered back. It was embarrassing, but the sexta discovered that he was thoroughly enjoying this. Opting to make things more equal, Grimmjow slipped out of his hakama and shrugged his coat off his shoulders. Ulquiorra watched him, blinking every now and again, theorizing why his partner chose to do this. "Come here," Grimmjow demanded, pulling the other near. As soon as their nude bodies made contact, Schiffer puffed in a sharp breath of air; it felt wonderful. Smirking, the larger of the two sank his fingers into the dark hair that was at rest under his chin. "…'ya like that?" he arched his back so that their semi-erect cocks rubbed together.
"A-ah…g…go to sleep, Grimmjow…" Ulquiorra's tone was low, but commanding.
"Kiss me then,"
Releasing a tiny sigh, Ulquiorra tilted his face up to survey Grimmjow's ravishing cerulean orbs. No particular expression was etched into his features, but Ulquiorra made it clear that this time was well spent. Leaving his hands to barely rest upon Grimmjow's muscular chest, the Fourth craned his neck so that he was able to touch his lover's lips with his own. It shocked him, but he could feel Grimmjow's manhood stirring in reaction to the kiss. Was he that good? Or…was the sexta just plain horny? Either way, this made Ulquiorra feel victorious.
A moan was elicited from Grimmjow, and he pulled back to turn his face away; an indistinct flush tainted Jeagerjaques' tanned cheeks. Ulquiorra's eyes widened and the corners of his mouth twitched, as a smile was suppressed. So that is what it would look like if Grimmjow were to blush? Yes, he was now ready to sleep. Actually, he could die partially content. He never thought he would see the day something like this would take place. What fortune!
Frowning and blatantly being un-amused, Grimmjow huffed as a small child would when caught in the act of wrong doing. Fuck this stupid shit! He…couldn't be viewed in such a way! Impossible! Looking from left to right, over and over again, the Sixth began to sweat. Nobody saw that…right? Just as he went to tease Ulquiorra, Grimmjow shut his mouth. Sound asleep, and curled up within a questionable proximity, was Ulquiorra. He exhaled with relief. Good. The little bastard fell asleep. Now, maybe, he could follow the trend. Shutting his worn out eyelids, Grimmjow drifted off into an unfathomable slumber.
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As shards of unrelenting sunlight crept through the window curtains, Szayel opened his honey coloured irises. What…happened? Why did he feel so dreadful? Once things became more focused, the Eighth turned to make himself comfortable and realized there was another body in the bed next to him! Wait a second, this wasn't even his room! Shit! What happened last night?! He did remember drinking with Nnoitra and Yammy…but anything following the occasion drew a blank.
Oh, no…and speaking of which, Nnoitra was sound asleep in the spot beside him. Nnoitra?! He…they…couldn't have? Could they? He rubbed at his cheeks and tried to accept what possibly may have manifested. Nnoitra, to his knowledge, was a straight-oriented guy. The logic in this was as faulty as could be! Sighing, Aporro glimpsed over at Nnoitra. Hm…he was pretty cute like this; his hair sprawled out around him. Hey! He couldn't think this! There's no use.
What was most critical was his escape. Szayel needed to get out of here before Jiruga recognized his presence. He did not want any awkward 'why are you in my bed?' moments. Just as he was plotting his move, an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him backward. His eyes opened wide and he struggled to look behind him. Nnoitra was still asleep. Thankfully. Dispensing a quiet breath of relief, Szayel very carefully, and skillfully, slipped out of the embrace.
Once he was standing, he searched for his coverings that were scattered about the living area. Wow. Things must have been incredibly heated for their articles of clothing to be thrown about in such a fashion; he blushed lightly. Shame he couldn't even have the gratification to retain any form of memory about their sexual escapade.
Once he was dressed, Szayel spun around to have one last look at Nnoitra. Hopefully the Fifth's recognition was as fleeting as his own, and this wouldn't have to be discussed at a later date. Today, as any other, would be tough. He must speak with Aizen.
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In the morning, Ulquiorra yawned and stretched out. The first thing he noticed was how close Grimmjow was lying next to him. Rolling his eyes, he tried to recall last night's events. They didn't have sex, or so he was certain of. Ah, that's right…he allowed Grimmjow to stick around for comfort reasons. Sitting up, the Fourth decided to prepare for his day's work. Right as he stood, an ugly wave of sickness flooded him. Not only did he receive pain from his rear, but it seemed as if everywhere else began to attack his system. Covering his mouth, he was near positive he could not hold back the bile.
As he dropped to his knees in front of the toilet, nothing happened. No vomit or any other form of discomfort. What was going on? Once before, he felt extremely ill…but now it was all gone? Strange. Unfortunately, the pain from his bottom continued to nag him persistently. No matter what, he had to begin his duties.
Leaving not only the affliction behind, but Grimmjow too, Schiffer exited the room appearing to be flawless. He walked nimbly down the corridors and held an attentive attitude. Sensing some flustered reiatsu, Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes and halted. Bolting around the corner, sure enough, was Szayel. His hair was disheveled and it honestly insinuated that the Eighth had just awoken. What was he doing?
Stopping in his tracks, he bowed politely at Ulquiorra. "Ahem…eh…good morning…" he raised his face; cheeks resembling a colour that was similar to his hair.
"Good morning" Ulquiorra greeted in a plain voice. He stared at Aporro, automatically remembering what Grimmjow had warned about him. Could it be true? Despite it all, at least Szayel was nice to look at. "No need to disturb you. Carry on." He nodded at the other Espada and proceeded to make way toward his destination. Without doubt, Grimmjow was the most attractive being in Hueco Mundo…and he was pleased to be so privileged as to have him in such a manner.
Szayel fluttered his eyelashes and quietly watched Ulquiorra walk away with much admiration. Damn, that Fourth Espada was gorgeous! It was an awful shame that such adverse events were going to strike him down soon enough. Aporro sighed and rubbed at his temples. This was going to be stressful.
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"Now settle down, Gin...this was all simply a part of our plan." Aizen assured his lover, who stood there appearing to be rather unhappy.
"Well, if that was the case...then how come 'ya made no mention of it? And since when was it 'our' plan?"
Aizen sighed "...is someone jealous?" he held out his arm and drew Ichimaru near, patting at his soft hair. "There is no need to be."
Before Gin could think to protest, Kaname entered the room, Szayel behind him, and bowed in front of his leader. "Aizen-sama...your morning appointment is here", the Eighth Espada stepped out from behind Tousen and bowed as well.
"Good morning, Aizen-sama..."
"Ah, yes...Szayel, of course. I've been meaning to speak with you." he lightly rubbed his fingers against the back of Ichimaru's hand "Gin, Kaname...could you please excuse us?" Gin opened his eyes to shoot Aizen a cryptic visage. "Worry not..." Aizen whispered.
"Yes sir." Tousen bowed again and retreated, Gin following behind him obediently, but angrily.
Once the two were long gone, Sosuke sat up and pushed the single blade of hair out of his face. Not long after, it fell back into its rightful place; Szayel watched this quietly.
"Now, Szayel...do you care to give me an explanation of what happened to Ulquiorra?"
"W-well, sir..." he stammered "...I...may have...possibly...seemed to have...administeredtheincorrectdrugtohim." he strung the last of it all into one, quick, word. Aizen blinked.
"What...was that?" Did he hear correctly? Szayel admitting to a mistake?
"I..."
"Nevermind it." Aizen interrupted "...tell me about this new drug. Shall there be any side-effects to expect? Or was it harmless? I assume it wasn't a great threat, since Ulquiorra seemed to be presenting a normal health."
"Actually...things are going to get rather complicated, sir." he cleared this throat "You see...this solution that I introduced to Ulquiorra's bodily system is going to...erm...change what is inside him, for the lack of better term."
Aizen rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head to the side "...I am barely following you, Szayel. How about you just go on and tell me?" he made sure to display his annoyance.
"All right. Well...the properties of my creation will have a reaction inside of its host's body, accommodating itself to its surroundings. Therefore, it will grow additional organs that would be necessary to carry out its operation. In other words, Ulquiorra now possesses a fully functional womb. And...well, don't ask why I made this, I was curious...honest!" he turned down his head, pink locks of hair falling over his face. Sosuke Aizen was dumbstruck; he didn't know what to say.
"I...see..." Aizen replied, breaking the inelegant quiescence. Things were just getting progressively abnormal, in his opinion.
"I mislabeled the jars…and now it is just a catastrophe. What's worse is that I have not fully researched any of this, and the entire circumstance will be foreign to me. I need to remove it from Ulquiorra immediately."
"No." Sosuke diverged "There will be no need. You wish to further investigate this properly, am I correct?"
"Well...yes, but at what cost?"
"Since when did you worry? Besides, this can be useful and I authorize you to conduct appropriate studies on it"
Szayel paused, distributing the majority of his weight from one foot to the other "...and what am I supposed to tell Ulquiorra?"
Aizen reclined backward to adjust comfortably in his seat "Oh, you´ll think of something..."
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Ulquiorra had completed the bulk of his day's tasks, and was more than ready to sit down and rest for at least a moment or two. Typically, he would not require such a thing. Now, however, it was just about necessary. He did not know why, but he was feeling much more tired than he normally would. The Fourth froze, clutching at his abdomen. He made a face and gasped lightly; the room was shaking and he felt nauseous. Where was Grimmjow when he needed him most? Schiffer pondered about any logic that could be found within his sudden want for the sexta. Lately, his body had been producing excess hormones that caused him to think in such a mode. It was very confusing and uncomfortable to Ulquiorra; he wanted it to cease.
Whimpering softly, Ulquiorra managed to sit down and close his eyes. Actually, he really wanted Grimmjow around. It was terrifying, but he had not one hint of a clue behind all of this. Why did he need Grimmjow right now? What could he do to make things improve? He's such a loud-mouthed idiot. On the other hand, he was incredible too.
Suddenly, his eyes flung open as he sensed his lover's reiatsu nearby. At first, his adrenaline kicked in…but then he picked up a couple others' reiatsu as well. What was going on? Grimmjow, most likely, had gotten himself into trouble. As always, it was Ulquiorra's job to get him out of it. Standing up weakly, Schiffer groaned and carefully made his way toward the activity.
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Grimmjow, already outlandishly bored, dragged his feet around to where a small room existed. Inside and seated, were Yammy, Nnoitra, and Wonderweiss. Jeagerjaques paid them absolutely no mind, and grabbed a candy stick that was on the table. Biting down on it, he turned to look at them once he realized they fell silent over his arrival.
"What the fuck are you assholes lookin' at?"
Nnoitra and Yammy cracked smirks, making it obvious that they found something humorous; their laughter was barely contained.
"Ha…uh…nothin' really…" Nnoitra began, matching with Grimmjow's stare "…just kinda wonderin' why you think you're too good to jerk off like the rest of us?" The sexta twisted his lips into an angry frown, snapping the solid piece of candy in half with his strong teeth.
"What the fuck are you babblin' about? I don't wanna hear that shit. Go jerk off on your own time…" he turned to walk away. "…s'not my problem…"
"He likes to suck cock!" Wonderweiss exclaimed happily. Grimmjow paused dead in his tracks and pivoted back around to look at the three; he was not amused one bit.
"Hey! Who asked you, 'ya little fuckin' brat!" he held out a fist "…better not be talkin' about me!" he strode back towards them, glaring daggers. "Which one of you assholes thinks that shits funny?" Wonderweiss almost raised his hand, but Grimmjow smacked it down roughly "Shut up, kid! Go fuck off or somethin'!" Wonderweiss pouted and rubbed at his hand.
Nnoitra, still smiling, raised one eyebrow "Oh calm down, Grimmjow. He don´t even know what the hell he's talkin' about. What's wrong? Got a guilty conscience?"
Grimmjow sneered and turned his face "Hmp. Why would I?"
"Oh, I dunno…word is, you've been pretty busy lately…"
"Yea, so? Who fuckin' cares?"
Yammy sat quietly, keeping an eye on Grimmjow. When he was upset, he sure did look sexy. What he would give, to be able to hold him down and show him a thing or two. It wasn't fair that Ulquiorra got to have the sexta all to himself. It wasn't right.
"Well apparently, you do…" Nnoitra angled his face upwards to emphasize his statement.
"Shut up already!" Grimmjow took hold of Nnoitra by the opening of his top. "I 'aint in the fuckin' mood for jokes."
"Hey! Let me go, you dick! We meant no harm!" he forced Grimmjow's hand away and stood, so that he could look down at him. "You gotta listen to me anyways!"
"Hmp! Yea? Like I would?!" he started to laugh.
"It doesn't mean 'ya get to do whatever you want, jus' because you're fuckin'--" he was cut off as Ulquiorra entered the room. "Hm…speakin' of…" the Fifth muttered under his breath.
"What is going on in here?" Ulquiorra crossed his arms; his face was blank.
"Nothing!" Yammy, Nnoitra, and Wonderweiss acknowledged in unison.
"Is that so?" he glanced over at his lover "…and what about you, Grimmjow? I heard no answer from you."
"Eh…these guys were bein' assholes, so I had to--"
"Grimmjow. That is not an answer." He grasped the sexta's wrist "…you are coming with me."
As they departed, the trio chuckled. To them, it was painfully obvious that the two shared intimate relations with one another. It all fit together now.
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Outside, in the hallway, Grimmjow glowered at Ulquiorra and then shoved him against the wall.
"Hey! 'Ya didn't have to come after me, damn it! I could'a beat their asses real good!"
"That isn't the point…" he gazed up at the sexta "…over something trivial, I assume." he latched onto the collar of Grimmjow's jacket and yanked his face down to hover in front of his. "I need you," he whispered before bringing their lips together. Grimmjow moaned in surprise, but responded to it instantly. The larger Espada wrapped his arms around the well-known, petite, frame and lifted it up with much ease. It was a pretty sight to behold; Ulquiorra snug in Grimmjow's arms, while standing, kissing madly. Why could this be so wrong? For both of them, it made so much sense.
"Let's…go to…the bedroom…" Grimmjow panted, licking at his partner's lower lip.
"A...ahh…we…can't. Stop it…"
"C'mon babe…I…really wanna do it…" he squeezed Ulquiorra tightly, never letting go. "…my room…it's close to here…" not responding just yet, Ulquiorra nibbled at Grimmjow's neck. Once more, it was an obstacle to deny his body's urges. No matter how determined he was, Ulquiorra was drawn to Grimmjow as if it were a magnetic stimulus.
"Just…hurry. We mustn't be seen…" he rested his chin inside the nook between Jeagerjaques' neck and shoulder.
"You got it," and with that, he dashed off to his room grinning evilly.
Posthaste, the couple tumbled into the taller's bed, gloriously lost in a rather feverish lip-lock. Ulquiorra was on his back while Jeagerjaques kneeled above him, groaning loudly and impatiently. The sexta couldn't wait to slide his thick, bare, cock inside of his small lover; his erection throbbed at the mental picture. Grimmjow pulled out of the kiss and gritted his teeth from the thrill of Ulquiorra rubbing his soft hands back and forth over his swollen shaft. "Aahh…baby…" he growled playfully, bucking himself into the erotic handling that was duly savored. Ulquiorra raised his gaze to meet with Grimmjow's. He, with a free hand, pushed the sexta back meekly. Perhaps if he teased his partner a little bit, then it would be a wonderful outcome.
Ulquiorra's large emerald orbs locked with Grimmjow's sapphire ones as he lowered his mouth over the dark, dripping, erection. It was difficult to wrap his lips around the tip, but he performed his best effort. With the back of his hand covering his mouth, Grimmjow felt a tingling in his cheeks. He was the luckiest Arrancar in Hueco Mundo to be receiving oral sex of this caliber. Ulquiorra simply executed the aura of beauty no matter what he did, and this was definitely one of those times. Schiffer inhaled through his nose as he took in as much of Grimmjow's length that could be achievable. The sexta's dick was certainly too big to attempt a deep throating; it was impossible. In replacement for the lack of his sexual skill, Ulquiorra rubbed his tongue in places he recalled to be sensitive areas on his lover's manhood.
"Aaahh…s…sit on me, babe…" Grimmjow begged, shuddering as he was roused by Ulquiorra's wet little mouth.
"Hm?" the Fourth hummed against Jeagerjaques' pulsing member.
"S…sit on it. My cock…sit on it, damn it…"
Ulquiorra retracted himself away from Grimmjow's wet erection, being quick to move his hand all over it. "Not yet…" his eyes shimmered mischievously, while he placed two of his fingers inside his mouth. Sucking on them, he did not discontinue the ministrations of stroking that was tormenting Grimmjow's stiff cock.
"Wh…what are 'ya…doin'?" The Sixth stretched himself to squint down at his partner's activity.
"Ssh…" Ulquiorra inserted two of his fingers inside of Grimmjow's ridiculously tight passage.
"H-hey!" he squirmed, not approving of being penetrated in any type of way. Once Schiffer curved his appendage upwards, it activated a sensation for Grimmjow's virgin prostate gland. "Heyy…" he moaned, lying back down. Who knew that something up his ass could feel so damned good? Ulquiorra began sucking on Grimmjow again, being very loud about it, whilst fingering his lover's anal canal. Jeagerjaques had to wipe the drool from his mouth several times, as he listened to how noisy Ulquiorra went down on him. He was surprised that the Fourth could be so freaky too; this was his personal fault.
Ulquiorra jammed his fingers harder, now three of them, inside Grimmjow along with the motions of his mouth. The sexta was thrashing around, groaning and whining in concentrated ecstasy; even his face was flushed. Did this make him gay? His mind struggled to compute in contrary to his body's reactions. Against his control, Grimmjow convulsed and came violently inside Ulquiorra's mouth. Crazily, this was certain to be one of his most profound orgasms. Schiffer welcomed his partner's sperm and consumed it in reflex. As he removed his mouth from the well-spent sex organ, he kissed the tip of it lightly. Still wiggling his fingers inside of Grimmjow, Ulquiorra viewed him thoroughly.
"How was that?" he inquired in a soft, lustful, voice.
"Baby. Just gimme ten minutes…and your ass is mine…"
Schiffer shook his head, supposing that would be the comment he'd procure. Go figure once wasn't enough for the all-mighty sexta. This would un-doubtfully make for an interesting time together.
End Chapter 7
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I certainly hope that this wasn´t all too weird for anyone?
Now we all know what is going on, right? I vow to make this the most appealing and unique type of fanfic, so just stick with me on this. It won't be terrible.
Maybe with all the fluff and comedy added in, it lightened the mood? At least Grim and Ulqui are finally getting closer. :]
I don´t know what else to say, but review and let me know how you liked it. I have so many ideas to unleash for the new chapter, so away I go to type them all down!
xoxo
-yu poo