Oh my goodness people!
Can it be....chapter TEN?!
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I hope this new segment does not have too many errors. I...really should get a beta-reader, but it is already too late in the game..huh? I went through some previous chapters, and it was almost painful for me! (how sad) I realized there were a few mistakes, and it was pretty embarrassing! So...PLEASE let me have found each error in this one!
Okay...and with this installment:
Rating is MA, as expected.
We are now embarking on the journey of...well...you guessed it! The P-word! Every now and again with these chapters, I will be doing small time-jumps to get through it easily. I cannot be THAT gradual!
With no more to say, let us begin!
ENJOY!
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Grimmjow stood with most of his weight distributing itself to one foot and his arms were crossed; a scowl adorned his face. He had been summoned to Aizen-sama's quarters for something and he did not know or care why. The temperature of the room was cool, and the atmosphere felt to be surprisingly calm as a faint hint of wind struck Grimmjow's bare chest. Jeagerjaques lifted a hand to his mouth, having the audacity to yawn. To him, this was ridiculously boring.
"Grimmjow..." Aizen began, sitting up in his chair "...I have asked you here today, because I am concerned."
"Yea? Why?" he shrugged and scratched at his arm.
"Well, I have noticed your lackluster performance." Sosuke stated this plainly, and to the point "Also, it would be in your best interests to learn some...how should I say... liability skills?"
"Yea right. Ya think I need that kinda shit? Why can't ya jus' send me off on a mission 'an then I'll show 'ya how great I am." he blinked and then added "..uh, sir."
Aizen rubbed his fingers over the arm rest of his seat and smiled "No. I cannot do such, if you have not proved to me your core value. That is why I have selected Kaname to work with you on this."
Both Grimmjow and Tousen immediately displayed their distaste toward the idea.
"WHAT?!" Grimmjow stumbled back and threw his arms down at his sides, his hands drawn together in tight fists.
"A-Aizen-sama!" Tousen exclaimed, not sounding at all pleased. He assumed his lord asked him to come here to punish Grimmjow, which he happily obliged, but not to help the rowdy sexta!
"Ssh...Kaname, it is fine. What better individual to teach Grimmjow morals, than yourself? I believe that this will turn things around for the better. The greater good..."
Grimmjow shook his head and put a hand on his hip "No way! I 'aint gonna do it! I can learn that shit on my own. I swear!"
"Now, now, Grimmjow. I do not remember myself asking you this. I do, however, recall giving you an order." his eyes narrowed "...you and Kaname will be working together until I see improvement. Do keep in mind that I am showing you much compassion, as I could have simply demoted you. I...have faith in you, Grimmjow, and I know that you can please me if you try harder. It seems to me that you have something that is keeping you...occupied. And...this is having a major effect on your performance, am I right?"
Jeagerjaques made not one move, and his lips were clamped together tightly in an awkward frown. "...maybe. I guess..." his response was barely audible, which surprised Aizen.
"Oh? Is it Ulquiorra?" he leaned forward with a new expression on his face, showing his interest.
"Aah...naw. That's stupid." Grimmjow could sense the heat creeping up the back of his neck.
"Is it? Why, I don't seem to think so. He...is rather attached to you. Perhaps you should cherish that." Aizen straightened up and folded his hands together before Grimmjow could argue in some way "The both of you are dismissed. Thank you, Kaname. I expect you to begin with him right away."
"Yes, sir!" he bowed in reverence.
"Splendid. I shall give it a couple days, and then come see me once more?"
"Of course, sir." Tousen agreed.
"Thank you. Now go on..." he nodded toward the door, to give Grimmjow the hint.
Sneering as grotesque as feasible, the sexta Espada followed Tousen out of the room.
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"Man, this sucks!" Grimmjow bursted out, as soon as they were in the hallway. Tousen sighed and stood calmly, turning his face toward the vibrations of Jeagerjaques voice.
"This...is just as dreadful for me, as it is for you. I suggest you suck it up and go along with it. Perhaps some good can be found in this." he figured if he could try to convince himself, then Grimmjow would not be so bad to work with.
"Ha! Ya fuckin' kiddin' me?" he actually rested a hand on Tousen's shoulder "Look, here's the plan. You 'an me...we'll 'work' together, right? But really...we'll jus' do our own shit. 'An then I act all good around Aizen. So...he'll never know the difference." the sexta smiled brightly from his genius plot.
"Lesson One..." Kaname began, stepping gracefully out of Grimmjow's touch "...Listen to, and execute your superior's orders with little or no flaw." he strummed his fingers against the hilt of his sword. "It will indubitably build your character, Grimmjow. You must learn this, first and foremost. As much as it pains me to be your mentor, I do it because it was given to me as an order."
"Well fuck that. I got better things to do."
"Apparently, you do not. That is why I am here." he began walking "Follow me. Today, we shall begin simple. You are to watch me, assist me, and learn my routine. Very easy. Once this is achieved, I will allow you to go back to your lover. Because...I can sense, strongly, that you are itching to do so."
"Shut UP! You...all think that shits fuckin' funny or somethin', right?"
"No." Tousen stopped and tipped his head back, taking in Grimmjow's flustered reiatsu "...I think that it is surprising. Not bad. But...endearing." Even though he had an obvious abhorrence for the sexta, he congratulated "...I wish you luck."
"Hmp. Whatever. Let's jus' do this shit today and get it the fuck over with."
Tousen nodded, and continued to drift nimbly through the corridor. "Very well..."
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Due to the passing of time, Ulquiorra had advanced through the atrocious morning phase of what he thought to be a possible ailment. Being thankful of this, he went about his daily jobs as he did before and continued to impress Aizen with outstanding excellence. He and Grimmjow became closer by the day, and eventually accepted one another as true lovers. Starting to feel exhausted again, Ulquiorra sat down and touched his abdomen in an absent minded type of way; he did a lot of that lately. It was strange, and, not to mention, frightening that his body had been distorting before his very eyes. Schiffer was worried that he occupied the constant urge to consume twice the amount of sustenance he usually did, which lead to the gaining of weight. This was overlooked among the other residents of Las Noches, except Grimmjow for obvious reasons, since he adapted his jacket to flow around him loosely to conceal this. Ulquiorra's dark, submerged, appearance softened just slightly as he thought back on his lover's comments about the new mass he inherited. In fact, it was that day they had given consent to become romantic partners.
"Hey babe..." Grimmjow spoke, after a while of silent kissing and touching.
"Hm?"
"I...kinda noticed that you're gettin' heavier..." he reached out to pat Ulquiorra's little purge "...what's up with that? Ya gettin' fat on me? All ya do is eat..."
Ulquiorra frowned and could tell he was flushed, as a reaction to the blatant disposition of the sexta "...I do not know....I...am just unreasonably hungry...I cannot tell you why. I am sorry if this displeases you in any way."
Grimmjow grunted and grabbed Schiffer's hand indelicately "Shut up! I don't care if 'ya get fat...or whatever the hell happens to 'ya..." Ulquiorra stared at Jeagerjaques with his normal emptiness, waiting for him to continue "...I still like 'ya..."
Now it was the sexta whose face got all pink; he turned away.
"You...like me...Grimmjow?" Schiffer questioned, squeezing the other's palm.
"...yea..." he admitted, not wanting to look at his superior "...kinda..."
"I see." Ulquiorra said nothing after that, wondering how he should react to this. For some rationale, this seemed fine. "Come here..." he, still holding onto Grimmjow's hand, used a finger to turn that handsome face toward his. As they searched each other's eyes, their lips molded together in impeccable harmony. Grimmjow was the first to moan while he laced his fingers between his lover's ebony strands of hair. His heart was racing, against his will, and he kissed Schiffer as if would never be able to do so ever again. The fourth was genuinely blown away by the raw amounts of passion Jeagerjaques spilled into their embrace; he was shocked.
"I want 'ya to be mine..." the sexta hoped aloud, breathing heavily. Their noses were touching and the gaze was never broken.
"I am all yours..." Ulquiorra replied, rubbing his thumbs against his lover's cheeks "...I did not have plans of going elsewhere. Surely, you know that."
The sexta Espada beamed brightly, not hiding the joy that radiated through him. "So can we celebrate by fuckin?" Ulquiorra squirmed away, groaning with much annoyance. Leave it to his sexta to ruin such a flawless moment. "Heyy...baby c'mon...we gotta fuck since we're a real couple now!" he yanked Ulquiorra back on top of him.
"Do you MIND? We...did that just ten minutes ago! I...cannot believe you, sometimes..." his green orbs flickered at Grimmjow, sending forth a warning.
"Well...we're fuckin before the nights over, kay?"
"Fine. But only if I am on top. I will have it no other way."
"Hey!! I dun' think so!"
Ulquiorra sighed as he stood up slowly. Their verbal union had not been very long ago, and he just kept getting larger since then. It was strange how things ended up, beginning as a like/hate relationship. Ulquiorra did not comprehend emotional feelings so much, but he was aware of his connection with Grimmjow. The sexta was annoying and loathsome at times, but Schiffer had the will to keep him around. First, it began as sex. Then the more sex they had, the deeper attached he became. The closer they were, the more Ulquiorra wanted to see him. Once they were inseparable, the sensation grew stronger. It was nearly absurd.
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After Grimmjow followed and half-listened to Tousen, he was relieved when they came to a stop. Minutes felt like hours as the blind commander spilled his knowledge unto the unreasonably bored sexta Espada. Shattering the quiescence, was an incredibly vexatious voice.
"Tousen-sama!!" the little blonde Arrancar flung himself into Kaname's arms.
"A-ah...easy, there. Remember what I told you about that?" he smiled softly, rubbing his hand against the boy's delicate cheek.
Grimmjow stood there, holding nothing back to look as disgusted as he'd ever been. "What the fuck? Not this fuckin' brat! We...gotta have him follow us around now? How bad can this day get?!"
"Grimmjow. Silence. If anything, you can learn a lot from him."
"Ha! Yea! Hahaha! Sure..." he pointed at the kid, as if that would make a difference "...he likes to learn things too! Tell him what 'ya called me before, huh?"
Wonderweiss hid behind Tousen's arm, shaking. He didn't like Grimmjow. He was mean.
"Enough!" Tousen warned, holding the blonde boy in a secure fashion. "Whatever he said, I am certain he meant nothing by it." he ran a hand through Wonderweiss' hair "Is that right?"
Before the tiny Arrancar could defend himself, Grimmjow interjected "Yea, I bet! He just called me a cock-sucker because it was cute, yea? Okay...if that's how it is, then sure!"
In excellent reflex, Kaname covered the boy's ears from Jeagerjaques' foul mouth. "Lesson two. Lying. It is a poor attribute to blame false accusations on others, trying to make yourself out to be the better one standing. He is of pure spirit, as I am. Never would he say such a thing." he took his hands away from Margera's ears.
"You...have seriously...got to be fuckin' jokin', right?" Grimmjow's mouth was open wide, along with his blue eyes. "...he...and…I…were there. Yammy, Nnoitra...all those assholes. I got witnesses!"
"It matters not. I am not requesting, but I am telling you to drop it. Now." he sighed exasperatedly, stepping forward "...come on. We have much to complete."
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Clutching his abdomen, and moving as swiftly as he could manage, Ulquiorra made it to Szayel's lab; he knocked on the door. Hearing a grumble and rustle of papers, a set of footsteps clicked on the paved floor and soon after, the door swung open idly. The scientist simply gawked at the sight of Schiffer, but then smiled.
"Ah! What...a surprise this is!" And indeed, it was.
"Yes. I am sorry to have interrupted any ongoing work of yours...but may I come in? We really should discuss something here." he peered up into Aporro's shining irises, featuring his sincerity.
"Hm...No overprotective boyfriend with you this time?" he craned his neck to look behind Ulquiorra, as if Grimmjow would be near. Ulquiorra widened his eyes at the boldness in that statement.
"Please. Can we be civil? I would really like to find out what is the matter with me while...Grimmjow is busy."
Szayel sighed "Fine...come in..." he stood back and gestured with his hand, indicating which direction for the Fourth to take. "...this way."
Ulquiorra cautiously walked inside, listening to the door shut behind him. The room was considerably large and stocked with ample equipment, machines, tools, and things of the appropriate genre. The lights flickered, but illuminated the area just fine. Supposedly nobody else was around, which was preferred. Schiffer wanted this to be as discreet and/or confidential as attainable. His feet, stopping at where a wooden chair was propped against a table, ached and his eyes stared at the chair yearningly. He...really needed to sit down. Ulquiorra was feeling dizzy again, as the room swayed left and right, while the chair nearly whispered and begged for him to sit on it. Plopping down very uncharacteristically, Schiffer turned his face up to acknowledge Aporro's stare.
"I am sorry..." he murmured "...but I must sit, or else I will become very ill."
"That is fine." Szayel leaned against the table and grabbed a clipboard. "So...what can I do for you?"
"I..." Ulquiorra bit his lower lip, being silent for a moment, but then proceeded "...do you remember the last time we spoke about my body's condition?"
"Yes. I do."
"Explain it to me, please. It was apparent that you were aware of something that I was not."
"Well..." Szayel pushed a bothersome chunk of hair from his eyes, and stretched for a pen to write with "...first of all, tell me what is happening to you. I...need symptoms so I know what to hypothesize...so then I can perhaps find some sort of lead to diagnose."
"All right. Since then, I really thought things were going to improve. I was no longer experiencing vomiting in the morning...and other parts of the day. I was beginning to feel much better, as a matter of fact. However, I am still very tired and now eat, at the very least, twice of what I normally would. My body is swelling up. I...am concerned I may be infected with a virus." his hands were clasped together, fingers rubbing against each other uneasily.
Szayel inhaled sharply and cracked a smile. "You...don't say?" Was Ulquiorra that naive? Was he truly unaware? From his personal perspective, Aporro had been actually in the midst of a heated pregnancy research. These symptoms were very common, so of course it was clear to him. Not to mention, he already understood this would happen for several weeks now.
"I am entrusting you to be professional..." the Fourth added, gaining Aporro's attention.
"Of course." he scribbled some of Ulquiorra's explanation down as he listened.
"Look, if you would..."
Szayel lowered the clipboard and raised an eyebrow, inquisitively."What is it?"
Ulquiorra discharged a heavy, but soft, breath of air. "...this." he lifted his top just enough, to barely reveal his swelling abdomen. It was not a large transformation, but it was progress. Szayel's cheeks lit up and he tried hard not to lose any shard of self control that remained.
"Wow..." he breathed. How amazing! His...creation worked! It was true! He absolutely loved when inventions of his were successful. Most importantly, he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse at Ulquiorra's beautiful, pale, body.
"What? Is...this bad?" Schiffer covered himself back up with embarrassment.
"No! If...it is what I assume it to be. Hold on! I...am going to need to grab some equipment and run tests on you..."
Ulquiorra sat up, feeling fidgety. "What…kind of tests?"
"I need to make sure I'm right…let me see here…" Szayel rummaged through one of his drawers, pulling out various items. Ulquiorra watched him with his typical visage, wondering what could be the problem. "Okay!" he was holding up a decently sized syringe, folders, and kicking over a wheeled device at the same time. "You ready?"
"I suppose."
Szayel eyed him warily "Hey…it won't be so bad. I promise." He tapped Ulquiorra's arm gently "…may I take a sample, please?"
Aporro was not a doctor, but he did study about how to execute such things for when the day arrived. Thankfully, he had several weeks to attain this knowledge. Nnoitra was a good sport when it came to practicing how to take blood. Szayel snickered to himself as he thought back on it. Ulquiorra stuck his arm out inexpressively, jabbing the Eighth in the chest to bring him back to reality. Fluttering his long eyelashes, Szayel formed his lips into a strange pout as he rolled up Ulquiorra's sleeve to concentrate on the area in which to extract the needed substance. Poking his tongue out of his mouth now, Aporro rubbed his thumb over the crease of Ulquiorra's arm to pin-point the region. Once he poked the needle inside, Schiffer made not one move or sound; his face was solid. Szayel kept a close inspection on the little tube as it filled up nicely, and retracted it from Ulquiorra's arm.
"There we go." He notified, breaking the silence. "I'll set it right over in this station here, let it marinate, and we'll check on it later." Ulquiorra shoved his sleeve back down and bit on his lip again while Szayel made additional preparations. Striding back over, Aporro held his hand out "You will only have to stand temporarily. I'll help you…" Ulquiorra scrutinized the scientist's open palm with that constant frown of his.
"What for, may I ask?"
"I need to take an X-Ray of you. To see what's inside."
Schiffer's lip gave a twinge, but he held out his hand nonetheless. Szayel smiled and pulled him up firmly, wrapping a mannerly arm around the smaller's waist. In all substantiality, Szayel was not as bad as Grimmjow accounted him for. Ulquiorra knew that his lover was incredibly jealous, and probably said those things whilst not meaning them.
"Okay…now most diagnostic X-rays don't expose the…erm…" he almost slipped "…anything to high enough levels of radiation to cause a problem. It shall be just fine…" Ulquiorra nodded lethargically, and allowed Szayel to do as he must to procure the answer of this complication.
Once the X-Ray was completed, Szayel helped Ulquiorra sit back down and then waited for the results to process. He was rather ecstatic, scurrying around the lab checking on little details and grabbing up print-outs. Suddenly, a head poked in the door.
"Hey! What are 'ya doin? Lemme…" as soon as the intruder stepped one foot inside, Aporro jumped at him.
"Nnoitra! Get out of here!" he barked, driving the higher ranked Espada away with two clenched fists.
"W-wait a sec, dammit! Stop bein' such a bitch already!" Jiruga paused, taking notice that Ulquiorra was seated inside "…what the hell's goin' on in here? Ya got him in here…not wantin' me to see?" he frowned in displeasure.
"N-no! It's not like that! Are you crazy? I am helping him with a complication. Nothing more! Go away! I…we'll talk later…I swear…" he batted his pretty eyes at Nnoitra, hoping this would shut him up.
"Eh…whatever. Ya better be tellin' the truth…" he poked Szayel's nose, grinning.
"Yes, yes…now GO!" he distributed one final push.
"Ugh…I see when I'm not wanted!" he joked, turning to leave. Szayel was so weird sometimes, but he was addicting to hang out with.
Aporro spun around toward Ulquiorra with a burning blush accenting his cheeks; he clutched the clipboard against his chest. Schiffer was exhaustively motionless as he witnessed the random act, making no mention of it. It appeared to him that the two were involved together, which was very interesting, and wanted to be secretive about it as well.
"Ookay…" he exhaled abundantly and scooted a chair over next to Ulquiorra. "Sorry about that…he…erm…likes to bother me."
"I see."
"Yes…so…well, about what's happening to you..." he paused to scope over some notes "I ran the blood-tests, and viewed the X-Rays…and, well…" Finally, when it came to this, it was pretty difficult to break the news to Ulquiorra.
"Well, what?" Schiffer's eyes were large and he seemed as if he were ready to combust at any second.
"I…erm…you're carrying a child inside of you, Ulquiorra."
Schiffer remained seated, absorbing the revelation with a blank stare. "Ex...cuse me?" he sounded timid and confused.
Szayel ejected a small breath and nodded "I'm afraid it's true. Here…" he set the clipboard in his superior's lap, where all of the results existed. Ulquiorra snatched up the papers and read them silently, wearing a horrified expression now. This…could not be possible. How?! Aporro's lips sagged into a half-frown from the way Ulquiorra appeared. Previously, he never saw the Fourth's composure alter aside from his emotionless state; this was new.
"I…do not understand…" he whispered, looking up through the strands of his black hair.
"I'll take this…" Szayel reached out and grasped the clipboard easily, thumbing through the pages. "Let me explain." He cleared his throat "Okay. Now, apparently your body is built a different way…" A little lying never hurt anyone.
"That part is obvious."
"Uhm…y-yes…so anyhow…this was probably your first time being sexually active, am I right?"
Ulquiorra crossed his arms, attempting to handle this in the best way he could. "Yes." His tone was unclear.
"Ah…" Szayel nodded "…then that explains everything. I assume that it's safe to say Grimmjow is the father, hm?" he added, in a light mumble "You really shouldn't have let him come inside…tisk, tisk…the introduction of his semen into--"
Ulquiorra tipped his head, making his hair cover his flushed face. "…Yes. That is enough. Please." He had to cut Aporro off from his specification. Also, there was no way Aizen would be brought up at this juncture.
"Aw…it's okay…" Szayel patted Schiffer's hair lightly.
"Do not touch me."
Aporro moved away, in obedience "…of course. I apologize…" There was an awkward iron curtain that separated them; neither party truly fathomed what to utter next.
"I…need to leave!" Ulquiorra stood up quickly, groaning and holding his midsection.
"Easy, easy…" Szayel held a hand out to assist Schiffer. He kindly donated copies of the print-outs and even a little care package he prepared. "Take this, as well. And…if any questions arise, please come back. I need to check back up on you in a couple of weeks or so…"
"Well…how long is this going to last? You failed to tell me that."
"Oh! Everything is down in fine print, of course…but the term period shall be about four months time, give or take."
"Hm. I…believe I need peace to myself, if you don't mind." He numbly walked to the door, arms full of 'goodies'. Before he pushed the door open, Ulquiorra surveyed over his shoulder "…thank you."
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Once Ulquiorra had exited the lab in a conspicuous distress, Szayel took a seat at the table and went about his daily reading on pregnancy. Though this was a foreign concept on many levels, the scientist made it his duty to become plentiful with knowledge. Nodding to himself and bookmarking important pages, he barely noticed when someone stormed up to his table.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Szayel looked up through his 'glasses' at the speaker.
"Well...I did believe that I was working on some research." he shifted to peek behind his guest "Hm...seems I've left the door open. Usually, I would ask that you knock first before entering. It...would be most polite of you to do."
"The door was open. So I took the invitation."
"All right." Aporro twirked an eyebrow "So...what can I do for you, Tesla? Not often, do we speak."
"Don't give me that! Acting all cute won't help you now. It may have tricked him, but not me!"
Szayel coughed, starting to chuckle. "Well! Flattery will get you everywhere! I must say that it's certainly a thing I do best..."
Tesla slammed a fist on the table, which caused Szayel to jump back. "Damn it! Just...stay away from him! You got me?"
"Stay away...from who? What are you getting at?" Szayel paused once things set in "Ahhh...so I see now! You...are mad because I've ensnared your love interest? Hm! Well...I have to credit you, that he is quite the lover! Very good kisser too..."
Tesla growled, not doing well at hiding his jealousy. "Stop that! I...don't want to hear about it! Just...leave him alone!"
Szayel took the pen he was writing with and nibbled on the end of it lightly. "Ooh...I'm sorry that I am keeping him around. It must be the way I suck his cock just right....just how he likes it...Mmm...he really loves it when I do that..." he smiled with the writing utensil between his teeth "...never once, has he ever made mention of you. Pity, darling..."
Tesla couldn't take it anymore. Szayel was a pretty little creep and he was unable to stand that his Nnoitra-sama spent so much time with him. It was disgusting! He'll make certain that, in the end, Nnoitra would be his! "You don't even care about him! You're...just using him because...he'll sleep with you!" Tesla grabbed Aporro by the collar of his top.
Szayel sighed, acting as if he were bored; he peeled Tesla's fingers away from his neck. "Now look here..." he pushed him away with the pen "...I'll admit that at first...it was like that. Why? Because I knew he felt the same way about me. And...I am not one to get myself hurt over something that could be turned into my own favor. However...I'll say I grew to like him. He's rather nice to have around. Not really boyfriend material...but he is slowly working his way up there. If you had to know."
Tesla frowned, disliking that answer. "I knew there was no use! You're...a freak!" he pivoted around in the opposite direction, fleeing the scene. He would do nothing reckless, since it would probably get him into a trouble that was not worth it.
"Hmp. Sorry I can fuck him and you can't! I'll send you a postcard next time!" Szayel wanted the last word and was pleased with himself about that.
Several minutes later, once Aporro settled back in, he tried reading once again. Tesla, huh? He...just could not get that off the brain. His fingers roamed the pages of books, and his eyes scanned the buzzing screens of computers, but his mind was stuck in one place. His back was turned to the door, which was still granting access to the general public, and sighed lightly. Nothing was going to get any simpler from this point on.
"Hey…" a set of long fingers closed over his tense shoulders.
"Ah!" this was twice today that he was caught off balance "Ugh…Nnoitra. At least it's just you this time…"
The Fifth took a seat next to Szayel, curving his lips into a unique frown. "The hell's that supposed t'mean?"
"What that means…" he slanted his view to match Jiruga's "…is I've been taking visits all day long."
"Yea, I saw. So…we gonna talk about that?"
"Later. But firstly…you really ought to get a leash for your boy..."
"What boy? Who?"
"Tesla, you idiot! Who else would I be talking about?! He's obviously in love with you. Or…did you fail to notice that as well?"
Nnoitra rubbed his chin. "Ya…really think that?"
Szayel swatted Jiruga with a notebook to the face, flaunting his irritation "YES! How can you not see it? He…just came in here, as a matter of fact, and seriously told me to stay away from you! Those…were his very words! What more proof would I need?!"
Nnoitra laughed "Aw…damn. Never woulda guessed I'd be fought over…"
Aporro crossed his arms and made sure to fling his hair over a shoulder "Hmp. What is there to fight for? I've already won."
Smirking, Nnoitra moved closer to the scientist "Ah…s'that right?"
"Unless you're fucking him and left that bit of information out."
"No way! I wouldn't do that…"
Szayel watched the other from the corner of his eye "You'd better not…"
"C'mon…'ya know I've only been fuckin' you…" he nipped at Szayel's neck.
"Good. Now I need your help with some experiments."
Nnoitra groaned, sinking down into his chair. "Ugh! Do I hafta?"
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Ulquiorra had been excused from Szayel's lab, and currently found himself in Grimmjow's room. It was a place where he resided often; everything there put him at ease. Schiffer sat down, feeling the mattress heave under his weight; he blushed. Was...he truly getting that heavy? Exhaling a weak puff of air, he held one of the pieces of paper out and read it once again.
Precautions to take while Pregnant.
Ulquiorra visibly cringed at the word. How awful this was! He hated to be reminded of his new condition. Sighing, he resumed the reading.
Consume much fiber, nutrients, and drink plenty of fluids. Rest well and face your normal routine with care. Do not over-exert yourself.
Refrain from having sexual intercourse. If you decide to participate, then please take much discretion. Below, are suggested positions that work best with pregnancy.
His flush deepened, making him glad he was alone. Sex? While...expecting? He refused to use the P-word. It was terrible. Grimmjow and himself had been involving themselves with ample amounts of sexual activity. Was it really dangerous? What was he supposed to tell his lover? More importantly, what was he going to explain to Aizen once things progressed? He could not hide this forever.
Groaning, he rubbed at his abdomen and then yanked his hand away as if he had scorched it on something hot. There was a child in there! How frightening! His eyes shifted downward to stare at his bulge questionably. Could it be Grimmjow's baby? Or, even worse, Aizen's? Thankfully, there was a tiny chance of it being Aizen's...but there was still the possibility.
Stopping his thoughts, much to his relief, rumbled a familiar groan and door slam.
"Ugh!"
"Grimmjow...could you not close the door so loudly?" he put the papers away for now, and looked up at him tiredly "...come sit down, and tell me about your day."
"It was fuckin' stupid!" he practically dove onto the bed and pounced Ulquiorra to kiss him sloppily. Grimmjow pulled back afterward and stared at his lover. Both Espada's noses were touching, Ulquiorra panting lightly, and their eyes were searching one another.
"Was it really that bad?" Schiffer asked in a whisper.
"Hmp!" Jeagerjaques crushed their lips together and scooted his small lover against the wall. Kissing back and whining quietly, Ulquiorra rubbed his tongue against Grimmjow's. He felt so lost, and unable to act as he usually would. Was this new predicament honestly taking such a toll on his body, causing him to lose control?
"Aah..." Ulquiorra moaned, once Grimmjow palmed his growing erection. "N...no..."
"Ooh...c'mon...baby...be loud for me...I love that..." he tugged at Schiffer's bottom lip with his teeth, licking it as well.
"We...can't..." he gasped, attempting to move out of the sexta's possessive hold.
"Why not?" he kissed Ulquiorra's tender lips, curiously. "My cock's already so hard..."
"Ssh...please..." he gently set his opened hands atop of Grimmjow's tanned chest. "Maybe later..." he lied.
"Baaaaabe..."
"Shush..." he placed a finger over Grimmjow's mouth. "How about you talk to me about your day? I...know Aizen-sama asked for your presence..."
The sexta groaned, throwing off his jacket which hit the wall, and laid back. He crossed his arms stubbornly and his eyeballs were fixed on the egg coloured ceiling tiles. They were cracked a bit and needed a new paint job. Grimmjow ceased to notice this until now. "...yea, he did." the sexta finally spoke, still observing the tiles.
"And...what was the outcome?" Ulquiorra crawled over to Jeagerjaques, getting as comfortable as he could, and un-crossed his lover's arms.
"Eh..." his lips twitched into an unsettling frown "...he's a fuckin' asshole. That's what he is."
"Well...I get that. Just...what happened? Are you in a trouble of some sort?" he reached upward, allowing his finger to draw little lines across Grimmjow's cheek. The Sixth's bright blue eyes wandered down to watch Ulquiorra; his face remained in its upturned posture. Schiffer looked so...beautiful, so gorgeous. His irises, the perfect shade of emerald, twinkled with the lighting and his black blades of hair hung over them almost...playfully. It was very enticing, to say the least.
"You'll never fuckin' guess..."
Ulquiorra blinked "Of...course. That is why I am asking you."
"Ugh! He fuckin' paired me up with that asshole Tousen of all fuckin' people! Can 'ya believe that?!" he sat up abruptly, which startled Ulquiorra.
"Aah...All right, then. Settle down. It could be worse, couldn't it?" he pushed Grimmjow back smoothly, kissing him on the neck to calm him.
"Yea right! Ya wanna know what else?"
"Hm?"
"He's got me followin' him around...tryin' to get me to learn all this stupid shit, right? And then here comes that little fag boy Wonderweiss..."
"Grimmjow..."
"WHAT?"
"How are you so sure? And...you cannot use that word so roughly. You know better than that."
"Well, he is."
"And you aren't?"
Grimmjow's cheeks lit up. "Heyy! I...I am not!"
"Answer this then. You and I are together, yes?" Ulquiorra traced around one of Grimmjow's nipples with leisure.
"Yea, so?"
"And we are both males."
"Okay...shut up!"
"But is that not the meaning of that word?"
"Well it 'aint like I'm around here lookin' at everyone's cocks or somethin' like I wanna piece!"
Ulquiorra sighed, knowing that if he continued to point out how many faults there were in Grimmjow's logic, then this could go on for quite some time. "Fine, that is enough. Go on, now. Tousen was teaching you something, and that boy came along, correct?"
"Yea...'an then he wasted no damn time t'hug up all over Tousen. How gross! They gotta be fuckin'...it's so obvious..."
"Do not judge. Perhaps, someone may find it unappealing that we are together in such a way..."
"Ha! Yea right, babe. We're fuckin' hot!"
"Hm...if you say so." Ulquiorra took Grimmjow's hand, lacing their fingers together as he listened.
"I do. So...anyways...that little brat came along, and fuckin' Tousen was there talkin' about how pure 'an great the little shit was, 'an how I could actually learn somethin' from him!"
"Anything may be possible..."
"Babe! Who's fuckin' side are 'ya on here?" he frowned and grabbed Ulquiorra's face in his hands, kissing him harshly. Once he felt that he got his objective across, Grimmjow pulled back to leave his lover breathless. "And he had the nerve t'call me a cock-sucker before! That bratty little shit!"
"Isn't that...what you do, though?" Schiffer did not realize how the word was a slander.
"Ulquiorra! What the fuck?!" Grimmjow's mouth was wide open. The smaller sat there, viewing him with attentive eyes. It had been quite some time since Grimmjow used his actual name aside from 'babe', 'baby', 'Ulqui', or 'sexy'. Lately, he'd been picking up a lot on slang terms from his vulgar partner.
"I...am sorry to have upset you. That word...is an insult?"
"Uh...YEA."
"How are you offended by this, if you have willingly participated in the aforementioned activity?"
"Can we not talk about this?"
"I believe you started it?"
"So what? Now we're talkin' about somethin' else..."
Ulquiorra sighed and unzipped his top a little bit. To him, the room was warm and his pale cheeks were tinged pink. His gaze slipped to the window, where he stared at it longingly. Truly, all he wanted at that moment was a nice, fresh, breeze of air; for it to caress his skin generously and cure him of this annoying heat wave.
"Ya okay, baby?" Grimmjow asked, touching the Fourth's shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, yes. Just...a bit warm. That's all."
"Need help?" Jeagerjaques moved his hand over Schiffer's in order to pull down the zipper some more.
"N-no! Wait..." Ulquiorra slapped his lover's hand away, looking terrified.
"H-hey! I...jus' wanted to help 'ya...damn!"
"I...apologize. It's...just that I am...self-conscious..."
Grimmjow snorted "Since when? This mornin' we had no problems fuckin' with no clothes on..."
"Well...everything is different now."
"Uh...how?"
Ulquiorra bit on his lower lip nervously, and clasped his hands over his barely protruding abdomen. In what way could he bring this up without causing a huge scene?
"Babe...I already told 'ya I don't care if you're gettin' kinda fat...I still think 'ya look great!"
His flush stung hotter, and he bowed his head. "I thank you...but...I am gaining weight for an entirely different, and...unusual reason...I....just hope you can understand..."
"I...uh...okay?"
"Grimmjow..." he looked up at him with shockingly moist eyes "...there is something I need to tell you..."
_END CHAPTER TEN!!!!_
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Well!
How was it?
Am I doing okay with this, so far?
I'd like to think I am handling it well.
Poor Ulquiorra. In case you don't really get it, he is acting that way because of the raging hormones taking over. So...I hope that is not too creepy. Just...trying to create some sort of believable plot-line here. Or...as believable as it would get! -laugh-
For the pregnancy...since I am making the rules here...I will have it shorter than the average 9 month time span. Since, in my opinion, the baby will develop quicker in the womb than a human one would. Eh...I will elaborate more on that next chapter.
And who thought Grimmjow was going to get off easily, with no type of punishment? Ha! Well...let him be thankful Aizen was not as cruel as he COULD have been. Maybe in some later chapters, we'll see that? Eh? (I'll credit PurpleAvacado here. It was in my original plans to take the fic in that direction...but great minds think alike! Cheers, dear)
SORRY about the huge fluff between Grim and Ulqui. But...it was overdue. So..there you have it. They are official now.
Anyone like Szayel? I know I did! He was fabulous to write! Just wanted to toss that out in the open. (for you, Kimi-chan (my personal Szayel), I made him extra fantastic!)
Oh, and about Tesla...he always seemed like he was completely gay for Nnoitra. So...that just made sense to me.
What were your favorite parts? I have so much GOLD in this chapter! I'm so proud!
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Next update in about a week!
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-Yu