CHAPTER ELEVEN!
Wow. First and Foremost....SORRY about the late update! I was really aiming for Saturday, but did not get around to uploading until today. Sorry everyone. Life has been throwing bunches of lemons (not the good kind) at me...and I have been doing my best at making lemonade. I know you all should understand. Right? :]
I'll make this opening short and sweet.
Thanks SO MUCH for sticking around, reading, and reviewing. Cheers.
I really, times a thousand, appreciate that.
Rating for this chapter is MA. Just to be on the safe side, there is talk of sex...graphic nudity...and a lot of cursing in this chapter. (Go figure. It's Grimmjow) So, if you are new, and...have not noticed I write a lot of that...you have been warned.
A special thanks to my personal Szayel-chan for helping me out and keeping me sane. Thanks babe.
Sorry if there are mistakes or errors. I still proofread it myself.
Anyhow...ENJOY this new post!
ANGST AHOY! -toot toot-
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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Bleach!
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Grimmjow sat up a little bit, sensing the awful feeling that generated from Ulquiorra's reiatsu; something was wrong. The spiritual energy grasped Grimmjow by the throat, just about, and gagged him until he began to grow ill. This sensation was difficult to fight against. "Hey...calm down first. Y'dun gotta tell me right away if it's botherin' ya like this. Why dun ya--"
Ulquiorra cut him off, shaking his soft and dark locks of hair. "No. I...need to tell you now. Please..."
Jeagerjaques blinked and backed away. "Uh...oh..kay? Whatever...knock yourself out, I guess..."
Nodding silently, Ulquiorra released a very heavy and uneven sigh. He then reached forward to clasp his lover's hands for comfort. "I...saw Szayel today..."
Before Schiffer could explain any further, Grimmjow blurted "You two didn't FUCK did 'ya?" his countenance was one of anger and disgust.
The Cuarta frowned deeply and shoved the sexta's hands away. "What...does that have to do with my weight? Honestly! You...I cannot believe you...I...have something incredibly difficult to reveal to you...and this is how you treat me?" the obscure hormones raged inside of Ulquiorra, causing him to turn his face away to hide the couple of tears that broke free. Those tears, small as they were, dropped heavily from their origin. Though it was a mute development, those tiny secretions fell as if they were massive tons of volume. Ulquiorra was certain that he'd forgotten what it was like to feel again...to express the inner sensation. It seemed that his condition dug that up from corners which were previously sautered shut. Grimmjow was utterly shocked from the exhibit. Stupefied, even. Was...Ulquiorra crying? Wow. He really messed up this time!
"Shit..." Grimmjow muttered, crawling close and holding his lover's beautiful face in his palms. "I...hey...dun do that..." he wiped at the wet green eyes. "Ugh...okay, I fucked up." he stared right into those endless forest pools that drowned him out "...jus' quit that 'an tell me what's wrong..."
Ulquiorra gazed at him helplessly; he felt so small and pathetic. As if it were instinctive, Ulquiorra enclosed the pesky space between the two of them, imploring Grimmjow with his lips to, by chance, understand the problem. After their kissing slowed down to a halt, Ulquiorra exhaled wearily and gained possession of the sexta's hands once more.
"So...y'gonna tell me now, babe? We okay?"
"Yes..." he bit at his lip; a new habit he'd acquired recently "Grimmjow...I..." the last of his sentence choked out in a whisper "...am carrying a child inside of me." Promptly after confessing this, Schiffer turned his head away in shame.
Grimmjow appeared to be frozen in time. "H...huh?" his lips moved, but the rest of him was entirely motionless. His cerulean orbs, usually full of much life, were dull and sunken. It was an eerie picture, to say the least.
"Honestly...it's true. I...it all makes sense now...everything..." he squeezed his partner's hands, with hopes to bring him back to life. Grimmjow remained silent and did not make any moves. "Please...say something..."
"Uh..." he, at long last, faded back into this dimension. His face's colour returned, as did his eyes. The sexta blinked once, and the room metamorphosed from a dark, relentless, pit...back into its homely structure. "Okay...babe. You're...jokin', right?" he laughed nervously "...right?" Ulquiorra stared at him, vacant as ever with the quiescence to match "...I mean...HOW?"
"Simple...I went and had tests performed on me. These are the results..." he propped the notebook and folders in Grimmjow's lap "...and there is an additional pamphlet here that says..."
"This is bullshit!" the sexta spliced, with an ill-tempered fashion; he shoved the papers away. "I dun wanna see that shit. Yer kiddin' me! That...that fuckin' jerk Szayel! Don't ya see what he's tryin' to do??"
Ulquiorra's lips twisted into an indignant scowl. "How can you be so dense? You...still want to believe Szayel is out to get me? Hm. Honestly, Grimmjow. Being jealous is one thing...but bringing your idiocy to a whole new level is purely astounding!" He dumped the papers back into Grimmjow's lap, trembling a little "Just...read these. I mean...look at me." he yanked his top up to unveil his inflated abdomen. "...is this normal to you? Is this a result of Szayel trying to 'get' me? Tell me, Grimmjow...TELL ME." his eyes were nebulous and narrowed, demanding an answer.
"Uh...shit...calm down, babe. I...I dunno...I mean..what the fuck do ya WANT me to say?" Jeagerjaques was unsure of how to react or reply to any of this, so he decided to actually read some of the test results over.
"Well...something that isn't absent-minded, would be nice. At first I thought it was some sort of...virus...or bodily infection, but no. Now that I've seen all of this information, it is perfectly clear to me now."
Jeagerjaques' hand was losing its steadiness and his jaw was tight; a cold sweat lingered on his brow. Could...this be true? "Man, I don't understand this shit! It's fucked up! Fuck this!" he started to crumple the papers up, but Ulquiorra was swift to stop him.
"Give me those. Do not defile these!" he, still frowning, sorted through the sheets of paper and filed them back into the rightful order.
A thick and discomposed atmosphere draped over the two of them like a well made blanket, as neither spoke one word for several minutes. Ulquiorra was trembling and breathing heavier than he commonly would. None of this made the best of sense, but at least the puzzle pieces were finally fitting together. Schiffer was not at all eagerly compliant about any of this, and did not occupy any excitement to be the host of a little spawn.
"So..yer a chick all along? Heh...I knew I wasn't gay..." Grimmjow broke the silence with what Ulquiorra hoped to be a jest.
"No, Grimmjow. I am still male. Very much so, if you couldn't tell. Please...do not make this any harder on me than it already is. Do not make jokes out of this. I appreciate your trying to lighten the mood. I...just seem to have a female reproductive organ inside of me. Along with...other things I may not be aware of."
The news was still new and did not sink in with the sexta Espada quite yet. "Uh...well fuck. This shit jus' don't happen every day y'know?"
"Of course"
"So..." he reached out to grope Ulquiorra's chest "...will ya get tits now, too? I'll admit, that'd be kinda hot..."
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, this is a command from a higher ranked official to cease your foul-brained comments. NOW." Ulquiorra's irises burned dark, piercing through the sexta effortlessly, like a knife, as if he were crafted from a mound of jelly. "I...I..." he made a sound of distress "...has it settled in that you will probably be a father soon? Could...you at least try to think correctly...and act more responsibly to make up for the critical change in our lives?"
The f-word (surprisingly, in his case, not the word 'fuck') smacked Grimmjow over with a severe aptitude.
His eyes widened and he moved away from Schiffer, experiencing a light, but painful, blush. "Ah...I...fuck...gotta go." he jumped up, causing the bed to spring in response of his body's removal. "I can't fuckin' deal with this shit! This...is so fuckin' stupid!" he lept for the door, not minding to put on his jacket, which laid in a forgotten heap against the wall, as he left.
"W-wait...Grimmjow...don't...go..." For the first time in ages, Ulquiorra coughed from the lump in his throat.
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Grimmjow was simply furious. His blue hair appeared to be disheveled as he stormed through the hallways; it stuck to his face. The sexta Espada ignored anyone he passed, making certain that Szayel's lab would be his only destination. "Stupid…pink-haired…pansy…" he muttered under his breath.
The night had crept up on Hueco Mundo, since the only source of illumination was the usual dim lighting. Once finally reaching his target location, Grimmjow groaned. His eyes traveled to the window, gazing out of it momentarily. Could all of this be true? Could…he be a father soon? He growled. "Ugh...this's fucked up…" Once he raised his hand to open the door, he heard some recognizable sounds. Before doing anything, he immediately halted and a devious smirk broke out onto his face. Pressing his ear against the wooden barrier, he listened in for a moment.
"O-Ooh…N…Nnoitra-sama…Ahh…f-fuck me faster…please…." One could hear noises, such as equipment rattling and even a broken test tube as it hit the floor. Its broken shards went unnoticed, spreading about the ground, as the two participants continued in their lustful activity.
"Aah…d-damn babe…yer so…pretty…gonna fuck y'so good…"
It took every ounce of strength for Grimmjow not to bust out laughing. What?! Szayel and Nnoitra? Together? Wow! Damn, this was an excellent source of payback! Being right on time, as usual, Grimmjow swung the door wide open with pride.
"HEY y'asshole, Szayel!! I gotta talk to ya!!" he stood there with a hand on his hip and a gigantic grin adorning his bronzed face. This was just the type of thing he lived for.
"G-Grimmjow!! Y…you MORON! GET OUT of here!!!" Szayel was leaning back against a lab table, Nnoitra inside of him, and barely clothed "…have you NO decency? There IS such a thing as knocking!!" His hair was messy, pink strands all over his face, and his hakama was bunched up around his ankles.
Grimmjow eased himself against the door frame, looking ever so pleased. "Ha! Well...I guess ya shouldn't be fuckin' where people can jus' walk in, right?"
Szayel snatched for the nearest article of clothing nearby so that he could cover himself as best as possible. "Grimmjow! I...am NOT asking again! LEAVE NOW!" The poor scientist was blushing furiously. It was so bad that his cheeks were pulsing. Nnoitra did not seem very affected by any of this, which flustered Aporro even further.
"Damn...ya 'aint gonna ask for a threesome? I'm hurt..."
"GRIMMJOW..." Szayel tried to move, but Nnoitra held him down with a smirk on his face. He thought it was amusing to see Szayel like this.
"Fine...I'll go. Whatever. Guess I'll jus' go do some better shit..." as he was departing, he commented "Oh, 'an see? Your finally gettin' some ass, Nnoitra! Good job man!"
If he couldn't interrogate that prissy boy Szayel, then at least he got to embarrass him. One point for Grimmjow.
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Ulquiorra finally got himself together after Grimmjow scattered away in the cowardly fashion that he did. The Fourth sighed and looked himself over in the mirror just once. His hair was still wet from the shower he had taken, and it carried the fragrance of his lover's shampoo. Tying his hakama neatly, Ulquiorra blandly surveyed his reflection. The mirror shimmered as Ulquiorra moved from the path of light he blocked which emitted from the bedside lamp. He squinted his eyes and rubbed a small towel through his hair, harnessing some sort of effort to dry it.
Once he believed he was in pristine order, Ulquiorra took a stride backward and patted his abdomen gently. It did not appear to be obvious since his coat was long, flowing, and loose around him. Though he understood that when the time passed against his favor, this would be something he could not conceal so easily. His melancholy orbs traveled to spy at the wretched swell of his middle yet again, to ponder. If things were to happen for a logical deduction, then why did fate select him? Was there a reason why he was created in a form such as this? Why him? Why...anything? There were dozens of questions, lined up perpetually, that were begging to be answered. However, Ulquiorra had not one word to fill in that could be a refreshing compensation.
As he sluggishly spun around to grab the copies of test results he had asked Szayel to make, Ulquiorra spotted one wad of clothing that was rumpled on the floor. Carefully, he knelt to pick it up and snuggle it in his arms. Shakily taking in the scent, Schiffer could feel his insides moving around as if something was pacified. This sensation startled him and he reflexively withdrew himself from Grimmjow's jacket. How strange. It...couldn't be? Could it?
Shaking his head, Ulquiorra made it to his feet, gradually, and folded his lover's jacket neatly on the bed. He needed to go speak with Aizen-sama while Grimmjow was away. This...would be his only chance.
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Sosuke Aizen was seated, by himself, and he nodded at Ulquiorra as he bowed respectively.
"Ah, yes. Ulquiorra, I was expecting you."
"Thank you sir..." his voice was flat, but audible "...I wish to...bring something to your attention. It is rather important...and I seek your command on what should be done."
"Well, you have my complete attention."
"With all due respect, I ask that you take me seriously when I say this...sir."
Aizen raised one of his eyebrows "Hm. Well, certainly. I would handle it no other way."
"Thank you." Ulquiorra, maintaining an excellent composure to his lord, respired a silent puff of air. "I...have been experiencing changes in my body, as you know, and when I decided it was time to investigate, as the condition was not ceasing, I...went and saw Szayel Aporro."
"Of course. Who better than him, to offer an aid."
"Yes, sir. Once he had...performed tests on me, he was able to diagnose me with a condition that would be my absolute last theory." he stepped close to hand Aizen the copies of the tests he had brought along "...it seems that I am..."
Quickly reading over the words, Aizen finished the statement "...with child?" He pretended to sound shocked at this.
"Y-yes sir..." he bowed his head, trying his damnedest to keep everything together.
"But how?" Aizen wanted to perform a convincing act.
"Well...that is what I am not perfectly clear on. I...wish I knew. Szayel told me that it has something to do with how my body was made. I believe this entire deal is absurd."
"Is that right?" Aizen smirked. He should have known Szayel would be sneaky enough to come up with a decent excuse of that caliber to side track Ulquiorra. It was perfect. Who would dare challenge that? He read over the script on the pieces of paper. Wow, he even made it look one hundred percent legit. He could hardly get angry with him about this. "Now, now. There...is no reason to be distraught over it all. I...think that the child could be useful for us. Especially, since he will grow to be strong...considering his genetic makeup."
"Sir, forgive me...but how are you so certain it will be male?" There were always possibilities...
"Do not question me, Ulquiorra."
"Yes sir." he bowed apologetically.
"Now...with this in mind, I would like you to be on duty as you usually would be. But I am willing to ease up on the strenuous tasks within. Those...shall be reserved for your partner. I plan on dumping plenty of responsibility on him, since...he'll be a father soon." he smiled again "...and I will not be so lenient on him, as for you."
"A-aizen-sama..."
"No. I have made my decision. Thank you, Ulquiorra. You are dismissed. If I need you, I shall be sure to ask."
The Fourth bowed again, staring at his feet. "Yes sir. Thank you."
Sosuke Aizen watched Ulquiorra's petite, retreating, contour and sighed; a hand was in his hair. Aizen was no fool. He knew good and well that there was a chance that child belonged to him. His new project was to investigate and be positive that he was in the clear. He always had his way of prevailing.
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Grimmjow stormed back into his room and slammed the door behind him. Fuck everything! Who cares if anyone heard? Then, he realized maybe Ulquiorra was sleeping. His feline eyes searched the room, but found no conformation of his small lover. Where...could he be? Maybe he got upset and went back to his own room? That would be incredibly peculiar, because they practically shared Grimmjow's room together now. The sexta's composure was differential because of the elapsed time, thus giving him space to consider some sort of thought pattern concerning the foregoing announcement. He scooted toward the wall, where the bed rested, and sighed. Grimmjow...actually felt a tad guilty for blowing up at his pregnant lover. Pregnant. Grimmjow sneered at this revolting word. "This shit can't be true..." he lazily turned his head to the side, noticing that Ulquiorra left his care-items neatly on the mattress. Certainly, just because something was written down in fine print did not mean that it could be valid. Once he was able to feel more evident toward the distasteful idea, Grimmjow had serious plans to corner Szayel and get some real information out of him.
As Grimmjow skimmed through some of the weird text and image articles inside Ulquiorra's pamphlets, the sexta learned some things he....really could have gone without. "Ew! What the fuck? They...do that??" he held the pictures of infants up closer to his face, eyes scopic, to get a better look. "Whoa! That's fucked up shit...ugh..." he threw those papers across the room, getting rid of them. He shivered and clawed at his own face from everything he freshly bore witness to. "Fuckin gross! Ugh...what else is in here?" he carelessly dumped the contents of the little bag out over his lap. Nothing very appealing tumbled out, with the exception of three exquisitely wrapped gold items. Of course, their packaging interested the sexta. Being sure not to discard any time, Grimmjow held one up with his thumb and forefinger and even felt so inclined to sniff at it. "What th' hell?" he eyed it suspiciously and turned it over in his hands a few times. It was significantly light weight and...delicate. What caught his attention was a set of directions that was taped to the back of one of them. Picking this up as well, he unfolded the paper to be presented with mainly a pictorial diagram. Which was good in his case, since the least amount of words would be more suiting. Once Grimmjow figured out what these were used for, his cheeks tingled and filled out with a nice blush after a while. "Ahh! That...that...fuckin' pervert, Szayel! What's he tryin t'say?!" Jeagerjaques was a thousand forms of relieved that he was by himself during this horrific discovery. "Who needs directions for these?" he shoved the paper out of view and ripped open the square shaped wrapper which said 'Large-sized'. Szayel meant to be crafty by donating the big condoms, wanting them to be too roomy for the sexta Espada; he thought that was a good course of action. After several moments of fumbling around with the slick and, in his personal opinion, slimy, O-shaped object, Grimmjow peeked at the instructions. "Oh..." he mumbled, unrolling the sheath onto himself. Once this was achieved, he sat there and looked down at his cock. "Somethin aint right here...this feels funny..." he spoke to himself, as he was doing this entire time. The condom fit tightly and it was definitely not comfortable. Grimmjow snatched up the directions angrily and read some of the words. In smaller print, there was something he'd missed. "Put on the condom when the penis is fully erect."
"Godamn it!" he growled and yanked the offending material off of him. How was he supposed to know you waited to get hard before putting it on? Grimmjow grabbed another of the golden packages and tore it open. Before doing anything else, he made a face. "Oh yea..." he set the condom down and looked around, as if anyone would be near. Then he gulped and shut his eyes. "Okay..." he breathed, trying to convince himself that he was not a wimp for doing this. Eyelids still shut, the sexta reclined back against the wall and wrapped his hand around his manhood. He tried to think of scenarios that would increase the desired blood flow to his dick, as he moved his hand up and down. His cheeks were heated up and his lip twitched as he imagined the last time he and Ulquiorra had sex. (Which was earlier that day)
"A-ah...G..Grimmjow...just...like...that..." Ulquiorra arched his back and opened his legs so Jeagerjaques could slide himself deeper. "Y-yes..."
Before he realized it, Grimmjow's cock was engorged, throbbing, and ready to go. Damn, once it came to Ulquiorra it certainly did not take much. As if he were doing something wrong, the sexta gasped and drew his hand away. "Shit..." he cursed, tugging the condom out of its home. Wanting to get it right this time around, Grimmjow unrolled the latex object right over the wide tip of his erection. So far, so good. Just as he went to cover the rest of his length at the base, the condom, as constricting as could be, snapped. Grimmjow's eyes popped open once this happened. Was...it supposed to be like this? "What the fuck?!" he asked the air. "Argh!" he gawked at the sight of the mangled condom clutching his erection.
Before Grimmjow could do anymore, the door to his room swung open and Ulquiorra coughed at what he interrupted.
"I...uh...broke it?" the sexta lowered his head with defeat.
"Broke what?" Ulquiorra closed and locked the door, walking over to his partner.
"These things..." Grimmjow held up one of the wrappers. Ulquiorra reached for it and examined the item thoroughly. "Yer 'posed to use 'em when ya fuck...I guess?"
"I...see..." he tried not to stare at Grimmjow's full erection, which still had the damaged condom hanging on it.
"Yea...they suck! 'An...looks like my cocks too big for 'em..."
Ulquiorra felt a crimson glow stinging at his face. "I...s-see..."
"Yea...guess we aint gonna use 'em then..."
Reality finally dawned upon Ulquiorra. His pamphlets and papers were strewn about the room, the small bag was lying on the edge of the bed just waiting to fall over, and there seemed to be another one of those sex-sheaths crumpled up next to his lover. "Grimmjow! Were you going through my stuff without asking? I...you were! And...look at you! You...even have no shame that you managed to successfully abuse those novelty objects! Whether it was intentional or not...is beyond my knowledge!"
Grimmjow held up his hands defensively "Hey, hey...babe...calm down...uh...I can explain..."
Ulquiorra tapped his foot, waiting for a justification "All right. Go on."
"Uh...ya see...I was kinda sorta...bored a little bit 'an...well it's YOUR fault ya left your stuff out everywhere so I could see!" he puffed out his chest and then peeled the remainder of the dead condom off of his dick, which had decreased from its previous erect state.
"Oh? So you just wish to turn your faults on me? How typical. I should have expected no less from you" Ulquiorra shifted his pose and crossed his arms, glaring at Grimmjow. Why did he have to be so attached to this imbecile?
"Babe...jus' stop bein' so mad 'an c'mere..."
Ulquiorra groaned and very hesitantly sat next to his lover. He was exhausted, to say the least, and in a daze from his chat with Aizen. "Why should I?" he rested his head against Grimmjow's shoulder "You...thought it was in your best interest to rip roar through my things, and not even put them back as they were found. And earlier, you acted rashly when I told you that I've been inseminated..."
"H-hey! Shut up!" he covered Ulquiorra's mouth with the palm of his hand. "We aint gonna talk about this right now..."
Ulquiorra's brow narrowed and he grabbed the sexta's wrist with his fingers, shoving the hand away. "Yes. We are. It is not going to disappear, you know? In fact, I am going to get larger...according to those papers..."
"Ugh! Quit fuckin' talkin about those stupid papers! Yea, like that shits real accurate..."
"Grimmjow. Have you no sense? What more proof would you need? Would you like to be present at my...erm...what was the term...ultrasound?"
"The hell's that?"
"It...is when...well the easiest way to describe it to you, would be..." he sighed "...it is when you could be able to see what is inside of me, better than those X-ray readings."
"Oh..." he was silent for a moment.
"So will you be more responsible? If not for me...then the...child?" Ulquiorra took Grimmjow's hand and placed it over his swollen mid-section. Jeagerjaques snarled as his body betrayed him, causing his cheeks to flush.
"Hey!" he wrenched his hand from Ulquiorra's light touch "Stop that! I...dun wanna talk about it!"
"Oh, what? So...would it make you feel better if it wasn't yours?" Ulquiorra hinted angrily, wondering if the sexta would even be perceptive on that. "Then you wouldn't have to worry about anything at all!"
"What the hell's that s'posed to mean? Ugh! 'Course I...erm...wanna be the dad." He turned his reddened face away once that nervous sensation sprinkled over him. The clue soared directly over Grimmjow's head. He simply thought Ulquiorra was just trying to be mean and make him feel bad. "Uh...I'll be back later..." he tugged his hakama up and tied it all in one sloppy motion as he went for the door. Schiffer was too tired at all to give forth any weak attempt at stopping his lover from exiting the room.
"Not again..." he whispered to those blank walls, which heard and saw it all. There was nothing. Nothing but himself...those forgotten pages of text, and the trash that lingered. Hopefully...Grimmjow would come back.
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Grimmjow plunked his body down into a chair that was part of the lounge, being as boisterous as he pleased. Nnoitra, who was rummaging through one of the cabinets, turned to view over his shoulder.
"Eh? What th' hell you doin in here this late?" he was cradling a bottle of liquor in his arms.
"Man...Shouldn't I be askin' ya the same question?"
"I guess..." he sat down beside the sexta."...looks like y'need this more than me?"
"Yea, bring it on..." Grimmjow stretched backward, extending his arms behind his head.
"So where's yer jacket?" Nnoitra nodded at the other Espada's unclad chest.
"Uh?" Jeagerjaques peered down at himself and then elevated his irises to meet Jiruga's "...man, your kinda soundin' like him now..."
"Like...who?"
"Ulquiorra..."
"Oh. Uhm...so that's why yer all pissed off? Havin a lover's spat?"
"Ugh...man..." he went for one of the shot glasses that was full and prepared for him "...if I tell ya somethin'...ya better not fuckin' say a godamned word..."
Nnoitra blinked "Uh...okay?"
"Ya fuckin' swear?"
"Yea, I swear dammit..."
"Kay..." he gulped the liquor and wiped his lips "...I knocked up Ulqui..."
Nnoitra just laughed and shook his head "So? I already knew 'bout that..."
"WHAT?" he grabbed Nnoitra by the shoulders and started to shake him. "What the fuck?! How?!"
"Hey...don't be a dick! Lemme go 'an I'll tell ya!"
Grimmjow scowled and did as he was told "Okay spill that shit. NOW."
"Yo, chill out..." he inhaled another shot of liquor "...okay. Well...I've been Szayel's lab rat 'an he's been fillin' me in on all that shit, pretty much. But we aint runnin' around tellin' everyone. He said that shits gotta be...confidential, or whatever..."
Everything, but one minor detail, was lost on Grimmjow. "Wait...so your Szayel's bitch now?"
"HUH? What th' hell? Uh...NO!" he growled and sucked down one more shot "...I jus' been helpin him!"
"Yea...I saw that earlier..." the sexta smirked. "So...how's that goin for ya? Looks like that won't the first time 'yall fucked..."
"Eh, whatever. DON'T fuckin' say shit 'bout that though..."
"So ya like cocks now or what?"
"Uh...I dunno."
"C'mon. Admit that shit. It aint bad after a while."
"Shut up!" Nnoitra was blushing now, feeling awkward "...I said I dunno!"
"Look...it's jus' you 'an me here...c'mon...tell me..." Grimmjow leaned in closer, teetering on his elbows. "I mean...ya gotta like it enough t'be fuckin another guy 'an all..."
"Okay...I'll admit it. I like fuckin' Szayel. It feels good. His ass is tight. You were right 'bout how tight a'ass is t'fuck..." he rubbed at his face. "He's real pretty too..."
Grimmjow turned his nose up and sneered "Eh...not as good as Ulqui. He's better."
"No way! He prolly jus' lays there 'an lets ya fuck him. Szayel loves when I do it to'm...'an he's real loud too!"
"Fuck you! Ulqui fuckin' loves that shit too! He always tells me how hard he wants it...'an how deep he can take it...beat that!"
"Hey! Szayel likes doin' all kinda positions 'an can suck my cock all th' way down his throat! 'An he swallows my cum!" Nnoitra shook the liquor bottle and beamed proudly.
Grimmjow knocked his shot glass against the table's hard and polished surface, indicating that he wanted additional alcohol "Pft! Ya wanna medal for that? How 'bout my cock's too BIG for Ulqui t'deep throat!" He pointed a thumb at his chest, as if he were gloating about such a feat.
"Ha! Ya think that's special? 'Least Szayel can take my cock all th'way in his mouth!"
"Yea, cus your dick's small!"
"Ya kiddin' ? I'll bet mines bigger!"
"Ya wanna compare? I'll whip that shit out right now! I bet when it's limp, it's still bigger!"
"Yea right! Let's see!"
Just as Grimmjow clumsily went to expose himself, another Espada crept into the room.
"Nnoitra, I've been looking all over..." he froze when he noticed the two of them sitting at the table, drinking with one another. "Oh. I....see."
"Heyyy babe! Wanna get fucked?" he laughed "Wait..wait..NO...I meant...like..fucked UP...but if ya wanna fuck...that's cool too!"
Another laugh erupted from Grimmjow as he high-fived his new buddy. "Yea man! Tell 'm like it is!"
Szayel put his hands on his hips and yelled "Oh! You find that funny, Grimmjow? Nobody asked for your opinion of anything!"
"Hey baby..." Nnoitra wobbled to stand "...calm down 'an have a couple drinks wif us..."
"No. I refuse. Not when..." he paused "Oh, nevermind. Just...when you're done, you know where to find me..."
"Hey dun be such'a pansy, Szayel...c'mere 'an hav'a drink wif us." Grimmjow held out his shot glass, as if he were offering it to Aporro. "I gotta talk to ya anyways...bout some stuff..."
"I'd rather not..." the scientist objected, twisting his body away from the unwanted activity. "Nnoitra-sama...come find me later, all right?"
"Ah...fine...be that way..."
Once they were alone again, the two Espada chose to drown themselves in alcohol in order to neglect their troubles. Tomorrow would be a new day, and a presumable fresh start.
--end chapter 11--
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Oof.
Is it safe to come out yet?
I hope that was good enough? I...kind of think so!I didn't write nearly as much as I wanted to this time around...I just wanted to get the news out of Ulquiorra and pretty much let the chapter be centered around that.
Before I forget, let me dish out the credit that is deserved for PurpleAvacado (for the NnoitraxSzayel+Grimmjow scene. I thought that was a fantastic idea! Thanks dear. Oh...and the rambling, drunk, Nnoitra. Yay!)
I tried to put enough humor to back up the angst this time. How was it? There was also a little bit of fluff if you were able to pick that out?
I chose to buddy up Grimmjow and Nnoitra in a silly alliance. Semes gotta stick together, right? Hope that wasn't too weird.
And for the condom escapade...that was based off a real life situation. Long story short...I had a partner, in the past, who bursted a large condom in that manner. So, it DOES happen. -laughs- Ah, and I don't assume condoms are seen of or talked about often in Hueco Mundo. So that is pretty explanatory in itself.
Erm...what else needs to be discussed? Oh! OOC. Uh...I don't think it happened, but I am sorry if anyone slipped out of their normal routine. Ulquiorra does not count anymore, to me, because of his unbalanced level of hormones. I just want to emphasize that before anyone runs after me saying OMFG THAT IS SOOO NOT ULQUIORRA OMG OMG OMG WAI WOULD YOU DO THATS??
Okay? :]
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