Well, well, well....time for chapter eight.

I don't even know where to begin here...I am just glad to see I am still receiving some support for my wacky ideas! So..does this make me a controversial writer now? -smirk-

(That was a joke)

Anyhow...I enjoy a challenge, and I crave alternative situations. (obviously)

Thanks again for choosing to read my new little installment! THANKS SO MUCH for reviewing! Lots of reviews make me happy, which leads to a quicker update! Speaking of updates, sorry this one was a bit delayed...I just have a lot going on at the moment, so I was not able to get around to this exactly when I wanted to. I am going to shoot for once a week.

Rating of this chapter is MA for lots of sexual, descriptive, moments. Also, the foul language, blah blah blah. You all know the deal by now.

This segment is kind of like...leading up to the bigger chunk of plot-line I have going on. Next chapter, I think I will do a bit of a time jump so we are all in the middle of this nice...delicious..mprg. (yay) No more spoilies.

Cheers to Tofu-Master, FreakinMi, EvilGiraffe, CrazyCartSalad, TwistedAffection, PurpleAvacado, AngelBelow...bah...pretty much ANYONE who reviewed my last chapter. I cannot think of everyone off the top of my head. So...Let me just say I love you ALL.

Please enjoy this new one!

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach! (maybe by now, some of you are glad I don't!)

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As the sun rose, Ulquiorra rolled over in a sluggish way to open a tired emerald eye. He took in the scenery as steadily as his focus would allow; the room was warm and inviting. Slanting his gaze, the Fourth saw Grimmjow, in a peaceful slumber, sprawled out with his feet dangling over the edge of the bed. His nude form was enticing, since the sheets barely kissed his skin, and revealed much to view. Last night, yet again, was full of excellent sexual activity. Ulquiorra stretched out and yawned, reminiscing about it all. It was a first for him to try riding Grimmjow's cock, and sitting on top of him at the same time; it was intense. They engaged in a lot of kissing while that was done, as well. Now that sex was starting to feel very good to him, Ulquiorra purely enjoyed when he was fucked roughly and as inmost as he could handle. Grimmjow was completely willing and able to accommodate to those needs.

Jeagerjaques had a grin plastered on his sleeping face; he was dreaming about something special. Scooting closer towards him, Schiffer peered down at him questionably. What could be so wonderful to look such a way while snoozing? As far as he knew, he never pictured of anything truly memorable while he was asleep...nor would he ever bear any comparable expression while doing so.

The sexta Espada twitched suddenly, and altered his comfortable position. 'deeper, Grimmjow...harder...' the comment from last night burned itself delightfully into his memory. Grimmjow loved it when Ulquiorra spoke his name when they had intercourse; this encouraged him. Ulquiorra proceeded to stare at Grimmjow, now propped up on his elbows. He was at eye level with his lover's stomach region and roamed this area ever so freely. The next thing the Fourth noticed was how Grimmjow's manhood bobbed into a full erection and lay, pointed upward, against his abdomen. Just what was the sexta thinking about?

Ulquiorra reached out his arm so that he could poke at the damp tip of his lover's cock with much curiosity. He had no conclusion to why this was a current obsession, but Schiffer's finger found itself scraping at the slit only to create more liquid-flow. Once this was accomplished, Ulquiorra grasped the base of it and pursed his lips at the top. In response, Jeagerjaques groaned but posed to make no other moves. Losing himself in the activity, Ulquiorra's tongue lapped up the light pre-come that he considered to be so succulent. Once he had realized that he was giving Grimmjow a substantially decent prelude to oral sex, Schiffer pulled off. How wrong of him! Grimmjow was not even awake! What has he done?

"Hey..." Grimmjow's voice was raspy and exasperated "...what the hell are 'ya doin? Gonna finish suckin' me off or what?" he sat up a little better, to catch a glimpse at the smaller of the two. "...s'not everyday I can wake up gettin' some good head like that..."

Ulquiorra moved away quickly "No. I apologize for doing that to you." his voice was flat and indistinct.

"What the fuck?" Grimmjow sprung forward to wrap his arms around Ulquiorra so he could pull him back to lie on top of him. "You can't just do that kinda shit and think you'll get away with it! Stop bein' such a damn tease, ya little shit!" he ruffled Schiffer's dark hair and bit on his ear "...or, if ya wanna fuck again...we can do that too."

Ulquiorra sighed and squirmed around, putting forth an effort to escape "Is that all you think about?"

"Well, what do 'ya want me to think when I wake up and your little mouth is all over my dick?"

"I told you I was sorry." Ulquiorra hid his face, feeling ashamed of this. He did not have one clue why he could be acting this way.

"Ah, jus' shut up. S'not a big deal anymore..." he dug Ulquiorra's face out from his chest and looked into this eyes "...you been actin' like a chick lately. What's the deal? One minute 'ya wanna fuck...and the other 'ya wanna run away."

"I do not know." he answered, finding a spot on the wall to concentrate his sight on. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at his lover and made an interesting scowl.

"Eh...okay? So...if 'ya 'aint gonna suck me off or let me fuck 'ya, then I'm goin back to sleep. It's too damn early..."

"Fine."

"Hey...you're the one bein' the asshole...not me" he stroked at Ulquiorra's cheek before kissing him sloppily on the lips.

"Hmp." Schiffer growled and slid out of Grimmjow's embrace. "I, unlike you, have duties to live up to." he turned to look over his shoulder. Jeagerjaques grunted and twirled back around to submerge himself within the blankets on his bed.

"Yea, whatever makes 'ya feel special..."

Ulquiorra frowned and began to get dressed. Actually, he believed that he could get accustomed to this.

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Szayel was stumbling around the corridors of Las Noches racking his mind for a plan, as he usually found himself doing, when he unexpectedly ran into a tall, slender, figure. Looking up, he blushed a bit.

"Ah...sorry about that, Nnoitra..."

The Fifth Espada just shrugged it off "Yea, just watch where you're goin' next time."

"O-of course!" he bowed politely. For some reason, he started to feel all excited to be around Nnoitra. Was it perhaps because he knew they slept together, but the other did not?

Jiruga scratched at the side of his head, fingers running through his long hair, and raised that one eyebrow "Man...'ya dun gotta do that y'know?" How coincidental it was for Nnoitra to run into Szayel, since he had that intense dream about him. It almost felt...real. How strange, too. It was a sexual dream, and that freaked Nnoitra out a little. Why would he dream something like that? It could have been worse though. At least Szayel was cute enough to get away with thoughts such as those. "Uh...so yea…did 'ya wanna go drinkin' with me 'an Yammy later? He's such a pussy when it comes to drinkin' that I need someone else around to tease him. It'll be great, man! I just got some badass shit too! We'll get roasted!"

Szayel bit his lip, thinking of an answer. Was this a good idea? The last time this happened, he ended up having drunken sex and could not even remember it. If he were going to get laid, he wished to be able to enjoy it without forgetting. Nnoitra noticed Aporro's hesitation and sighed.

"Don't tell me you're gonna punk out about this. What is it? Not sad enough to drink again?"

"Oh, stop. I suppose I will...consume alcohol with you guys, then."

"Good. Meet us in the same place at the same time." Nnoitra nodded and went along on his way to leave Szayel watching his rear as he departed.

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Later that evening, Ulquiorra strode through the empty halls feeling rather weary. Just as he was about to pause so that he could recollect himself a bit, a voice called out to him.

"Ulquiorra...wait a moment!"

The addressed Arrancar turned around slightly, in question. It was Szayel. Groaning inaudibly, Schiffer stood there with his arms now crossed.

"What can I do for you?" he asked dully.

"I...just needed to speak with you for a moment. It is important..." his honey eyes pleaded the other for approval "...I promise not to take very long."

"All right. Fine. What is it?" he stepped to the side and rested against the wall due to his exhaustion.

"Your...condition. It has changed, correct? How...are you feeling?" Ulquiorra watched him suspiciously, without answering right away. How did Szayel know something odd was going on with his body? Perhaps he could finally obtain some answers that would be helpful.

"I..." Ulquiorra looked down at his feet "...something's not usual." he finally admitted "...at first I thought that it could be my imagination, but now I am certain there is a difference in the way that my system is functioning. I...am weak quite often, as if...I can never attain the required amounts of rest necessary...I feel ill..." his green irises veered upward "...is this your doing?"

Szayel opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it. There was no fooling Ulquiorra; he was not stupid. Sparing Aporro from an awkward explanation, came Grimmjow. He was walking normally and even rubbing at his head like he may have woken up not long ago. As soon as he saw the two close to one another, he jumped at the occasion.

"Hey! What the hell's goin on here?!" the sexta grabbed Ulquiorra and pulled him aside from the scientist. "Ya okay?" he interrogated his lover as if Szayel was not present.

"I am fine. Really." Ulquiorra shoved Jeagerjaques' hand away and brushed off his shoulder "...he and I were discussing an urgent issue."

"Ha! Yea right! Ya don't gotta make nothin' up in his defense!"

"Why would I?"

"Grimmjow. Go run off and play like you would normally do." Szayel added "I couldn't expect you to comprehend things of this nature anyhow."

"Hey, Dick! Ya know what I'd like 'ya to comprehend? A bloody nose! How about that?" he went to swing at Szayel, but his fist was grasped by his lover's. Ulquiorra shot a dark, angry, glare his way.

"Stop, Grimmjow. There is no need for this." he nodded at Aporro "And you...please cease with the insults. You should have been aware he would get riled up." Nobody but himself could say mean things about Grimmjow, and he wanted to make that clear.

"Hmp. Whatever. C'mon Ulquiorra...let's go..." Grimmjow wrapped his large hand around his lover's thin wrist and yanked him close.

"Let me go." Schiffer's tone was demanding and low. "He and I are not finished speaking."

"Well I need to talk to 'ya and that's more important!" he started walking with Ulquiorra attached to him.

"Cut it out." Schiffer objected, hitting at Jeagerjaques' strong arm.

"Ssh...we're almost there." he turned the corner, opened his bedroom door, and pushed Ulquiorra inside. Then, he followed and closed the door to lock it shut.

"I hope you are satisfied with yourself."

"Well, what? He jus' wants 'ya to himself...and I can't have that happen."

"Grimmjow." Ulquiorra stood on his toes and rested his hands on either side of the sexta's face "...how many times must I tell you?" he kissed the soft pair of lips "You have nothing to worry over. I can handle myself." he frowned and smacked his lover upside the head. "You fool!"

Grimmjow laughed and rubbed at the sore spot forming where he was struck.

"Damn, babe. Ya didn't hafta fuckin' hit me."

"You had it coming." he sighed and sat down on Grimmjow's bed "...so what was so important, then? Or...is it fine for me to assume you were lying about that because of your extreme jealousy?"

"Shut up!" he covered Schiffer's mouth to silence him. The Fourth simply stared at the other with tired eyes; he stuck out his tongue to lick the palm of Grimmjow's hand. "Ew! What the hell?" he pulled his hand back and examined it.

"Oh, so that is any worse than what we've done before? Interesting..."

"So do 'ya wanna fuck?"

Ulquiorra was close to falling over. "Excuse me?"

"What? Seems like a good idea to me."

"Don't you think we do enough of that?"

"Well do 'ya or not?"

"No." he groaned with exasperation "In fact, I couldn't even if I tried. All my body craves for the time being is sleep. And...I do not know why."

"Then stay here 'an sleep. When I come back, and you've rested up, we can fuck our brains out."

"Grimmjow. I'm...too tired to even answer you right now..." he lay down and curled up in the familiar scent of his lover's blankets, which put him at better ease. Jeagerjaques shook his head and piled more blankets on top of Ulquiorra, making sure that he was comfortable before he left. Locking the door tightly, the sexta Espada crept around the halls lurking for an activity to kill the time with.

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Grimmjow, after a few minutes of mindless wandering, discovered a light at the end of the hall. It was a dim one, but it sparked his interest nonetheless.

"Wonder what the hells goin' on there?" he asked himself, being drawn toward the luminosity much like a moth would. Right as he poked his head in the door, the sexta smiled deviously and greeted "So am I missin' somethin' here?"

Nnoitra looked up from his assortment of liquor bottles with a questioning countenance "Nah. Not really." He pushed the bottles out of the way and supported his chin up on his palms "…looks like someone's in a better mood since they've gotten laid…"

Grimmjow snorted "Hmp. Hey, don't get all bent outta shape cus' I can sink my cock in some nice tight ass, 'an you can't…" he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, wearing an amused look.

"Whatever, man. I bet I could pull much more ass than you…" Nnoitra challenged with a wide, sly, grin.

"Pft! You kiddin'?" Grimmjow casually made his way over to the table, sitting between Jiruga and Yammy. "You guys wanna bet on this?" his blue eyes bounced back and forth between the alcohol "…we gonna drink too?" Yammy felt a smile curve onto his lips; he sure loved how Jeagerjaques snaked his way into the scene like that. It was sexy. Anything about the sexta Espada was sexy, as a matter of fact. Maybe he could catch Grimmjow when he would be most vulnerable?

"Yea!" Yammy answered. "We are."

Nnoitra started to laugh "Since when were you so excited 'bout drinkin? You know you'll jus' get yer ass kicked!"

"So how are we gonna do this then?" Grimmjow interrupted "…which drinkin' game are we gonna play?"

"Well, I gotta couple ideas…"

The room fell silent as a gentle knock was placed upon the opened door. Szayel stood there looking rather apprehensive, and he even groaned at the sight of Grimmjow. Nnoitra did not mention that he was going to be part of the event!

"Hey, what's this asshole doin' here?" Jeagerjaques demanded, pointing at Aporro.

"Calm down, man. I freakin' invited him here. He's cool to drink with."

"Oh, well he better not try any of that funny shit or else--"

"Man, it's cool. Don't worry." Nnoitra patted Grimmjow on the shoulder roughly to shut him up. Szayel frowned and took a seat at the opposite side of the table, furthest away from Grimmjow. This was probably going to be very awkward now.

"Let's pre-funk with some shots or somethin'…" the sexta suggested. "That'll make shit more interestin'…"

"Doesn't matter to me…" Nnoitra opened up a bottle of Everclear* to start out with. Yammy poured a few glasses full of juice to help chase the substance down; he wasn't much of a drinker. "Yea, 'ya might wanna have a glass of that. This shits gonna burn…"

"Fuck you, I'm takin' this shit down like a man!" Grimmjow pulled his jacket off and sat there topless, ready to show off. Szayel eyed him with disgust, taking a glass of juice that Yammy offered. From his peripheral vision, Yammy tried very hard not to salivate from the beautiful body which belonged to Jeagerjaques. God, he was so amazingly hot; it wasn't fair.

"Eh…suit yourself…" Nnoitra wrapped a few slender fingers around his shot glass. "We all ready?" Everyone gave a sound of approval. "All right, go for it!"

Grimmjow was the first one to down his shot; almost instantly. He made a face and wiped at his mouth, trying to display as robust a composure as viable. Nnoitra and Szayel finished at about the same time, but Nnoitra did not go for any juice to follow up with. Aporro sipped at his juice, watching the others. Lastly, was Yammy. He managed to swallow down the offensive liquid and live through it, also reaching for his chaser.

"Damn that is some brutal shit, Nnoitra. Lemme get another!" Grimmjow eagerly held out his shot glass. Jiruga flipped some of that silky long hair over his shoulder and smirked.

"Okay. Let's see who can survive through this bottle th' best…that's what we're doin' first…"

Szayel and Yammy looked at each other, and then Nnoitra, and back to the deadly bottle of Everclear. Was he serious? Why, Aporro only had just one shot and was already feeling dizzy. He was barely going to calculate the outcome of this.

"Fuck yea, 'ya pussies! You've so lost this!" Grimmjow was pumped up and prepared to drink himself to victory. Everyone's shot glasses were full once more, as their owner's held them tightly. It transpired again in the same order: Grimmjow first, Nnoitra second, Szayel third, and Yammy fourth. Though, this time around, Jiruga and Jeagerjaques were neck in neck about consuming their liquor as quickly as they could arrange.

"Want more?" the Fifth asked.

"Ya know I do." Grimmjow hovered over his empty glass with a catty grin.

"Wait…just a moment, and I think I'll be fine to do another." Szayel was nursing his juice cup.

"I dunno…" Yammy confessed, averting his gaze.

"Whoever wants more, hold yer glass out!"

Everyone but Yammy did, so then he eventually agreed to act in accordance with the other Espada.

After consuming their third shots, the results of the alcohol settled in nicely. Yammy hiccuped, which caused the others to laugh at him.

"Haaa...y'such a pussy, man!" Grimmjow established that this would be the word he was going to throw around tonight amply.

"Haha! Didn't I tell 'ya?" Nnoitra nudged at Szayel almost flirtatiously. Aporro blushed slightly and turned his face away.

"Gimme another one, Nnoitra...now!" Jeagerjaques rattled his empty shot glass against the table anxiously.

"Yea, yea...sure..." he, as careful as could be, poured the grain liquor into the small glass."But I'm doin' one too...so dun' worry..." he made certain to fix himself a hefty portion also.

"Bring it on!" Grimmjow got into Nnoitra's face licking around the rim of his shot glass. "You 'aint gonna win!" Yammy, with much attentiveness, watched the two and wondered what was going to happen. He actually would not mind seeing Jiruga and Jeagerjaques go at it. Then maybe he could be next?

Both of them completed their shots and kept competing against each other to see who would win. Szayel opened up a bottle of what appeared to be wine and drank it from his empty juice cup; this was notably better. At least now he would not get entirely drunk, and, if things happened, he could be in control with the luxury of remembering it all.

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Ulquiorra woke abruptly, being choked by a wave of nausea. Groaning, he sat up carefully and rubbed at his temples. The room was dark and there was no trace of Grimmjow. He took in several deep breaths to calm his nerves, hoping that this would subside his current discomfort.

Once he started to feel better, Ulquiorra entwined himself in Grimmjow's bed sheets yet again. He sniffed in the well-known aroma, which eventually calmed him down and leveled out his respiring. With a detached expression, he held one of the pillows close. It was a poor substitute for the sexta, but he needed something…anything…to coax him back into slumber.

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Grimmjow and Nnoitra had drunk themselves silly and were leaning against the table engrossed with laughter.

"Hahaha! So…tell m'more 'bout butt sex, man!" Nnoitra's cheeks were all red, from his state of being, and his hair was messy.

Grimmjow smirked "Man…I told y'that it 'aint no diff'rent from fuckin' a girl up th' ass…s'tighter than a pussy. Way tighter."

"Fuck…so…does h'make lots'a noise? This's so weird…"

"Uh…nah, not really…he's kin'a quiet till h'cums…s'pretty hot…"

Szayel, who was babysitting Yammy, listened to Jeagerjaques and Jiruga trying not to interject with his opinions. They really were just a couple of vulgar males. Partaking of his wine, Aporro noticed that Grimmjow was surprisingly friendly while drunk and Nnoitra was the dangerously curious type. How interesting.

"Heyy…Szayel…" Nnoitra held his arm out to gain the scientist's attention.

"What is it?"

"Are y'drunk yet?"

"I suppose so."

"Ya 'aint drunk 'nuff yet…Grimmjow…give'm some more…"

"Hells yea! Here y'go!" the sexta staggered over to Szayel so that he could volunteer their bounty of liquor. Then, he figured it would be in his best interest to lean against the pink haired Espada as if they were close comrades.

"Uhm…thanks…" he coughed and eyed the sexta skeptically. Yammy was passed out, and Nnoitra was mumbling to himself.

"Heyy…m'lips are numb…" Grimmjow updated.

"Mine too…" Nnoitra rubbed his cheeks together lazily.

"I just got a' idea!" Grimmjow stood up, knocking some glasses over. Szayel groaned and vowed to leave before anything major got broken. "Let's all go out 'an find some asses t'kick! I…am unstoppable right now!"

Aporro laughed a bit daintily, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "Ha! Why don't you go ahead and do that, Grimmjow? I think that is a fabulous idea…we shall see what Aizen-sama says of that?"

"Aah…dun listen t'him, man…he's jus' mad cus' we're havin' all th' fun…" he makes his way over to Szayel, taking him by the arm "C'mon…I got somethin' t'show 'ya…"

"Hey, wait just a second!" he complained, attempting to break free from Nnoitra's cinch.

"Naw…c'mon…" Jiruga escorted Szayel out of the room, with a hand over the shorter Espada's waist. Grimmjow laughed at the two and remembered that he had someone waiting up for him, so it was his duty to complete the journey back to his personal quarters.

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Grimmjow stumbled into his room and closed the door behind him as quietly as he could. If Ulquiorra hadn't been awake already, then this would have done it for sure. The Fourth was seated, upright, against a mound of pillows; his green eyes were weary. He said nothing until his lover collapsed on the bed.

"Did you finally do some work?"

Jeagerjaques flopped over, once he was closer to Ulquiorra, and gazed up at him. "Heyyy..." he was shirtless and his cheeks were flushed. Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow at his lover and poked that tanned chest in a demonstrative manner.

"Where is your jacket?"

"I dunno..." he looked around "...thought I was wearin' it...heh..." he smiled and embraced Ulquiorra affectionately. Schiffer sighed and took in the scent of Grimmjow's hair, burying his face in it. What was the matter with Grimmjow? Why was he acting like this? "Hey, babe..." he turned his face upward so that he could see those dreamy emerald orbs.

"Hm?" Ulquiorra tried to sound as un-amused as possible; he could smell the liquor on Jeagerjaques. So that was it?

"I missed youu..." he poked Schiffer's cute little nose.

"Good."

"Heyyy....did'n y'miss me?"

"Are you intoxicated?"

There was a pause "...'Course not! Hahaha! I can't believe y'd think that..." he grabbed Ulquiorra's face to press their lips together. Schiffer kissed back, but then moved out of it.

"We can't. Not now." He did not want to participate in anything of the sort while the sexta was under the influence of alcohol.

"Aww why not? Wh'th' hell? Dun' ya wanna fuck nice 'an good?" his palm cupped Ulquiorra's crotch, squeezing the area softly "...'member we were s'posed to..."

"I never agreed to that." he grasped the sexta's hand and laced their fingers together. "Let's just go to sleep. You need that, I can tell."

"No wayy...baby c'mon...I think I love 'ya. Let's do it!"

Ulquiorra's eyes widened considerably and a powerful blush bled onto his pale cheeks. This wasn't like Grimmjow. At all. What was that word again? He did not quite understand it completely. However, when he heard Jeagerjaques use it, his innards did flips. Schiffer was beginning to feel sick again...

"You don't mean that." he persuaded in a faint voice. "Just...sleep." Nobody could ever...love him. It was not probable. Nor could he ever return such a heavy emotion. This would never be discussed again. Thank goodness that Grimmjow was drunk and would not recollect any of this the next day.

"Babe...what th'fuck? Yer not bein' no fun here..."

"Actually, that would mean that I am being 'fun'."

"Mann...quit...s'no fair..."

"Nothing is ever fair, is it?"

"Hey..." Grimmjow used his spare hand to shakily caress his lover's cheek. Ulquiorra watched him with a sullen expression, hoping he would pass out at any moment to escape this. "...'ya woul'nt fuck anyone 'sides me, right?"

Schiffer sighed heavily and shook his head. "How many times must we go through this? No. I would not."

"Good, 'cus I only wanna fuck you..."

"Glad that this is finally established. Now, can we rest?"

"No..."

"Grimmjow, has it ever occurred to you that I am ill? Something is wrong with me. I do not know what, and my performance level is in the negatives. Maybe if you cared about me so much, then this would, perhaps, worry you in some way?"

"Heyy...I can make y'feel better..."

"Oh? And how is that?"

Grimmjow displayed that recognizable toothy grin as he went in to kiss Ulquiorra just the way he liked. Schiffer slumped his shoulders and submitted himself to the sexta's desires. He even opened his legs so that his partner could sit between them. The Fourth possessed this sinking suspicion that the two of them would not be able to resist each other; it always happens in such a way. His essence seemed to cling itself to Jeagerjaques in an almost needy fashion, and he had no inkling as to what sense that made.

As Grimmjow kissed him deeper, their tongues rubbed against one another to taste and tease in this game of intimacy. Ulquiorra's top was absent and he, too, was bare-chested. The sexta pinched at Ulquiorra's small, pink, nipples at a gentle pressure which caused the Fourth to gasp sharply into his lover's mouth. Before he could fight it, his nipples hardened into little nubs that were peaked in delightful satisfaction. Schiffer could tell that Grimmjow was also aroused, from the way his stiff manhood pressed against his inner thigh insistently. He took it upon himself to lean forward and graze his fingertips over the moist tip of Grimmjow's cock, which hung freely from the hakama that was tugged down.

"Baby..." Jeagerjaques panted, sucking at Ulquiorra's bottom lip "...I'm so hard for 'ya...can y'feel it?" he wrapped his hand around the girthy base of his dick. "It's so fuckin' wet...drippin' all over th'place for 'ya..."

Ulquiorra shivered from the dialogue his partner chose to exercise, while managing to reach over and take hold of Grimmjow's trusty lubricant bottle. He squeezed the container, observing the thick liquid that oozed slowly out into the palm of his hand. Clasping his hands together, Ulquiorra distributed the solution evenly and then spread it against the sexta's antsy erection. The faster this ended, then the less thought he had to dedicate to any of the ongoing activity. As much as he loathed admitting this, Ulquiorra was absolutely addicted to Grimmjow and there was no turning back.

Jeagerjaques groaned and helped Ulquiorra out of his own hakama, keeping the Fourth's legs bent at the knees and spread wide. "Ah..." Ulquiorra breathed harshly, from the sensation of Grimmjow's thick manhood stretching him open. His inner walls were now more pliable than before, but they still contracted in reaction to something so large lodging its way inside.

"Fuck..." Grimmjow peered down at Schiffer "...yer so tight still...aahh..."

Ulquiorra showed no form of expression toward his lover, but he rested two greasy hands on either side of the Sixth's handsome face. If they were going to have sex like this, it might as well be worth the while. "Fuck me. Hard." his hands were now nestled in Grimmjow's messy blue locks of hair, and his tone was vacant. Obviously being rather compliant with this request, Jeagerjaques pulled his shaft out of the tight passage only to jam it back inside.

"Is that whatcha want?" he repeated the motion over and over, working his cock much faster. Schiffer's fingers locked themselves tightly where they were and he bit on his lip to reject any sound that dared erupt. The pillows, which were Ulquiorra's major support, flung out from behind him due to the aggressive movement. Grimmjow plowed his dick iteratively until the other Espada was backed against the headboard of the bed. "Tell me how much y'want it..." he stared into the Fourth's eyes and clutched his partner's erect member.

"A lot...I want it a lot..." Schiffer accidentally released a small whimper as his foreskin was being toyed with; he was a sucker for that.

"Thas' right...make m'some noise..." Grimmjow massaged the cock in his hand with expertise, pulling that extra skin back as far as it would go. The head of Ulquiorra's manhood was swollen and dark red, dripping an ample amount of pre-come.

"Aahh...G...Grim...s-stop..." he hid his face away to the best of his ability and was fighting with much effort to muffle his stubborn reactions to the pleasure.

"Yeaa...say m'name..." he squeezed Ulquiorra's member tightly and proceeded to pound himself in and out of what he claimed to be his.

"Grimmjow..." the Fourth nibbled and sucked at his lover's neck "...Grimmjow...aah..." he decided to see where this would get them, if he continued to encourage Jeagerjaques in a fashion such as this.

"Oooh...fuck! C'mere youu..." he drew his small partner up in a new stance, pushing him on his stomach. "I gotta come soon...kay?" he murmured into Ulquiorra's ear, positioning himself behind him to make certain he was able to plunge back into the narrow canal with no problems. Schiffer's back was resting on Grimmjow's chest, and his leg was lifted up high so the sexta's cock would fit itself nicely with its surroundings. Ulquiorra tipped his face down to catch a view of Jeagerjaques' erection rocking and grinding inside of him so deeply that even his balls were swaying and slapping against his ass. His face heated up from the exhibit, but he could not bring himself to look away. "Ya like watchin m'cock fuck 'ya baby?" Grimmjow ran his tongue up the back of Schiffer's neck, rotating his hips around so that he could get his shaft to gyrate quicker. Just as Grimmjow's hand made contact with Ulquiorra's pulsing manhood, the Fourth arched his back and yelped quietly. "Damn yer so fuckin' hot! Ahh fuckk..." he jerked Schiffer's dick off in sync with his thrusts and began to unload his semen internally, as he always did. Ulquiorra's breath labored from the magnificent sensation of being filled in so many instances; his own orgasm was achingly close.

Grimmjow switched their sexual position one last time after he came, and smirked once Ulquiorra's body went rigid. The foreskin of his dick was fully retracted and his ejaculate surfaced through the sore hole, drizzling down the length to stick all over his partner's hand. Schiffer was dizzy, now lying on his back, once he climaxed; Grimmjow loomed over him with this peculiar look in his eyes.

"I dun feel s'good..." he backed off and then curled into a ball, exhaling loudly. It took much strength for Ulquiorra to sit up and tend to his drunken lover.

"I warned you this was not wise..." he brushed a couple free stands of hair out from the sexta's face and then kissed his forehead lightly. Guilt began to wash over Ulquiorra for allowing the freshly lived encounter to bloom into this.

"Your cum is all over my hand..."

"Thank you for informing me of something that I was already aware of." he sighed with frustration and rested across Grimmjow's sweaty abdomen. "Can we sleep now?" Laughing tiredly, Grimmjow's chest heaved weakly.

"Haa...dun tell me y'fucked me so's I could be sleepy..."

"Form any conclusion you'd like." Schiffer yawned and closed his eyelids.

"Fine...whatever...y'always wanna say stuffs t'make me mad...but I'm glad that yer mine..."

Ulquiorra let out a shaky breath of air and nodded once "...sure, I suppose I can agree. Just...get some sleep. You are really beginning to annoy me…"

End Ch.8

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*Everclear=DEATH. (just kidding!) I dunno...I figured that would be a prime example of a heavy liquor to use. That stuff is just...wow.

Sorry if anyone was OOC...but they were all silly and drunk, so that is just how I pictured things. Grimmjow being a sweet, happy, drunk guy....yea. Strange, but it needed to be done. Hate me all you want. :]

Oh, and Yammy crushing on Grimmjow...I think someone was talking to me about that? Eh...I like writing about it. I'm weird, I know.

Which brings up...NnoitraSzayel? haha. Again, I like writing about this...and it is fun. Not the main focus of my fic, but that pairing will pop around every now and again here. Crack pairings are my boom.

Hope that everyone fancied this chapter? I thought it was great! I wish to see everyone's happy feedback? Next installment will be GRAND! Do be so kind as to stick around?

-yu

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