Hi everyone!
What can I say? It's chapter Twelve!
This is probably the longest chapter so far...and I have no idea why? Hm...
Anyways...I just noticed that I haven't written a lemon in a while, so this installment is nice and juicy for you all! So..the rating is MA/NC-17/XXX/whatever.
Just a warning.
Erm..what else? Oh...there is a teeny anime spoiler in there near the middle, but it's not a huge one. I seriously hope I don't ruin anything for anyone, but I don't know where everyone is with the Bleach universe? I know my best friend was HIGHLY upset with me when I casually said something about Bleach, which I thought everyone knew, but apparently he didn't? (he HATES spoilers!) But..I wasn't trying to do that to him. I...just thought he knew? He is up to date on Bleach as far as the anime goes, but they just have not revealed what I told him yet in the anime. I...knew that, as I watch the anime also, but I just figured he was aware of what I had mentioned? Eh. ANYWAYS. Sorry if I make anyone upset by that. It's tiny, so you might even miss it.
It's still Tuesday! (at least where I am!) So...Yu-san is not a bad person! I made my entry goal! I am posting when I said I would. Just...it may be Wednesday when most of you read it... -__-
LOVE ME.
Anyways...I hope everyone gets a kick out of the new chappy. Writing it was a blast.
Also, no beta reader. So...mistakes may pop up here and there.
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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Bleach! (bloody shame!)
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Daybreak smacked Grimmjow in the face with its gangling and inviting rays of sunlight, causing him to growl and thrash where he was lying in bed. "Grr...wh'time is it?" he sat up and scratched through his own hair, fingertips loitering on his sore temples. He sure felt awful from drinking the previous night, with the headache he'd easily procured. Turning his head to gather a focus of where he was, the Sexta discovered that he was in his own room. He did not remember walking back here...more or less, making it to his bed safely. "Hm..." he noticed a small body resting not far from he; a small body he was actually glad to see. "...Ulquiorra..." he whispered, reaching out to touch that pretty face. The Cuarta did not flinch once, but instead sighed in his slumber. Jeagerjaques watched over his lover, absently stroking through his damp strands of hair. Ulquiorra sure slept heavier...and sweat more now that he was...expecting. Grimmjow frowned and exhaled deeply, positioning himself next to Schiffer's mid-section so he could get a decent viewing of it while his partner proceeded to sleep soundlessly. Ulquiorra's pale abdomen poked out into a small swell, pushing the cloth that covered it away. Almost holding his breath, Grimmjow poked at it curiously. Once nothing happened, he slumped his shoulders and laid his open palm flat over it. His cheeks lit up in response to something so intimate. ' I guess he's right...' he thought ' that aint no body fat...' Jerking his hand away like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to, Grimmjow tore his glance to the window. This was just weird. And...stupid. Why did all the dumb things have to happen to him?
Very gradually, Grimmjow's eyes made their way back to Ulquiorra's belly. He was almost addicted to looking at it now, and he felt that he could since it was his baby inside there anyways. Failing to realize this, Jeagerjaques' fingers were rubbing little spots on the protruding area with a ghostly interest. It was warm, as if he'd activated something. He even put his ear against the area, trying to listen for anything. In the middle of this, Ulquiorra began to awaken....
His green eyes shimmered from the brightness pouring in from the window, accepting the morning scenery, keeping his body stationary the entire time. Veering downward, his gaze halted at the surprisingly gentle image of Grimmjow tending to his swollen middle. Just...what was he doing? A hot flush burned Ulquiorra's cheeks and he shifted in reflex, causing Grimmjow to tumble over.
"HEY!" he whined, scrambling up to lock eyes with his lover.
"W...what were you...doing to me?" Ulquiorra tried to move his knees up to his chest, but sadly found that he could not.
"I...I wasn't doin' anything!" Grimmjow lied, shutting his rosy face away.
"Yes you were. I saw you. You...were exploring where the child is growing."
"I WAS NOT. That's GROSS!"
"Well, I am sorry. But it seems that you enjoy 'gross' things, hm?"
"Shut UP!" he grasped Schiffer by the shoulders and kissed his mouth fiercely.
Ulquiorra's eyes went wide in shock, but slowly responded to his partner's gesture. He couldn't deny how pleasant it was to have someone to wake up for in the morning...even if this partner was a drunken idiot the night prior. Grimmjow pacified his needs well beyond what the expectations were...and that alone was rather disturbing. "G...grim..." he panted quietly, attempting to break apart for just a minute.
"Yea, what?" the sexta wondered, easing off of the other.
"Good...morning to you, too..." he made a motion with his hands, as if he were brushing dust particles off his chest.
"Heh...ya think I'm done with ya?" Grimmjow lunged forward, sending his lover backwards with a thud.
"G-GRIMMJOW! Be careful!" Ulquiorra's voice carried a lot of worry, which was a rarity, and this alarmed Jeagerjaques. His pale hands cradled at his abdomen, and he glared down at the other Espada.
"Oh...uh...I didn't mean ta..." his face heated up once more and he diverted his irises, feeling shitty about his rambunctious behavior. He couldn't help it though!
"It is fine. I know you cannot control your demeanor...but at least try to..." Ulquiorra sighed and stretched his arm out to brush his fingertips against Grimmjow's tanned cheek.
Jeagerjaques snorted and loomed over Ulquiorra, watching him closely with his bright blue eyes. Ulquiorra stared right back, getting led astray into those sapphire gems that glowed and shone gloriously. He reached up to cup Grimmjow's face as their lips met, his body trembling with splendor, and was willing to indulge. He barely noticed when Grimmjow's hand dipped into his hakama and wrapped his fingers around his manhood. "A-ah!" he hissed, almost kicking his lover away.
"Ssh...it's okay babe..." Grimmjow's voice coaxed, while he moved between Schiffer's legs. In one skillful swoop, the sexta yanked his partner's hakama down, holding the knees apart, and covered Ulquiorra's semi-aroused member into his mouth all the way inside. Ulquiorra's milky complexion bled with an intense flush, trying hard to look away from the alluring sight. It was difficult enough as it was to view over his abdomen since he was flat on his back, but he could see enough. Grimmjow was sucking his cock, still holding his legs apart nice and wide, just going to town with only his mouth; it was amazing. Ulquiorra covered the lower part of his face with the back of his hand and whimpered softly as he felt his cock twitch and become fully erect under Grimmjow's powerful lips and tongue. "Aah...G...Grimmjow..." he strained himself to sit up to have a better view.
Removing his hands from Schiffer's knees, Jeagerjaques retracted himself from Ulquiorra's cock and gripped it tightly at the base. "Ah yea...moan for me baby...nice 'an loud jus' how daddy likes it..." In reaction to the crude remark, Ulquiorra's cheeks pulsed heavier. Does...Grimmjow even realize how bad that sounded, due to their new situation? Did...he mean that or not? Without being able to deliberate this any further, Grimmjow gently pulled back Ulquiorra's foreskin to expose his dark coloured tip. "Fuck, that's so fuckin' hot...damn..." he lapped at the dripping head with his tongue, rolling it very slowly over the sensitive slit.
"Oh!" Ulquiorra shuddered and fell back against the pillow, not planning on moving any time soon.
"That's right...nice 'an loud, baby..." Grimmjow murmured, pumping his lover's cock, unintentionally gluing his attention to the foreskin as it covered and revealed that pretty pink tip each time his hand would do the aforementioned motion.
"Yes..." Ulquiorra encouraged, wanting so much more. "S-suck me..." he was incredulous that his partner's language was rubbing off on him. He blamed it on the heat of the moment.
"Mmm...damn, baby. Talk dirty t'me..." Grimmjow absolutely loved that he was able to swing Ulquiorra into an aroused enough mood to even consider saying such things. As a reward, he moved his hand just a little bit faster.
"Suck..." he panted, arching himself into the much needed caresses "...my cock..."
"Fuck that's so hot..." he gave the tip of it one lick "...say it again..."
"Y-you're pushing...your luck..."
"Ugh, fine...but say please..."
Ulquiorra wished Grimmjow would just shut the hell up sometimes when they were intimate. "....please" he whispered, knowing this would probably send Grimmjow over the edge with satisfaction. At this point, he would do most anything to have his dick sucked properly...instead of being teased. Just how Ulquiorra imagined, Grimmjow was obedient as soon as he said the word 'please'. The sexta made himself comfortable between Ulquiorra's legs and took the quivering erection into his mouth, and back to his throat, with much leisure. With his saliva covered hands, Grimmjow inserted two fingers inside of Schiffer's puckered opening and began to massage his lover's insides with care. His talented fingertips stroked and pressed against that special spot after a few tries of finding it, thanks to Ulquiorra's muffled groans which signified that it was being done correctly. "Y-yes..." he wiggled his body and lulled his head to the side, allowing himself to whimper; everything just felt so insanely wonderful. Opening his eyes slowly, he peeked through the tufts of his dark hair at the wall. Everything was so dizzy for him and the walls themselves seemed to be dancing. "G...Grimmjow?"
"Hm?" he hummed against Ulquiorra's cock, slurping with his tongue.
"A-aah...C...can you..." he bit at his lip and shivered, opening his legs even wider so his partner's appendages could travel further inside.
"Can I what?" he asked, sliding his drool covered lips off of Ulquiorra's stiff member; his fingers continued to dig deeply with alternating pressure.
"Mm...c-could you..." he whined and slapped a hand over his mouth as soon as Grimmjow forced his digits upon that yearning prostate gland over and over. "Oohh...A-ah...G-Grim..." he gulped for air, rocking and pushing his body against the moving hand as if he couldn't take it if he didn't have more. "P...put it inside of me...I...want you inside...now..."
Grimmjow's alert manhood twitched in response, and he regretfully dislodged his happy fingers. One thing he recognized lately, when they had sex, was that Schiffer was more needy and vocal. Which...was definitely not a bad thing! In fact, he found it to be extraordinarily arousing. "Ya want my cock, Ulqui?"
"Y-yes..." he clamped his eyelids shut and tucked his face into the pillow, which had become his good friend in recent times.
"Kay...but ya gotta look at me...I aint fuckin ya if you're gonna hide from me...I dun like that..." He reached to scoop Ulquiorra's cute face out of the pillow and kiss him on the cheek. "C'mere..." he urged.
Complying with the order, Ulquiorra grasped Jeagerjaques' helpful hands and, rather cautiously, sat up. "Please keep in mind, when we do this, you must be---"
"Careful, I know. Yea, yea. I remember what ya told me...'an made me look at those stupid pictures 'an stuff..." he touched Ulquiorra's swelling middle "...I aint supposed to put pressure here or have ya on your stomach."
"Right. Thank you for recalling it so well."
"Kay...so...let's get rid of this..." Grimmjow began to strip his lover out of his loose fitting top.
"N-no! Don't..." Ulquiorra's porcelain cheeks flared up as he clung to his coverings.
"Aw C'MON...I dun fuckin' care what's under there..." he peeled Schiffer's tight grip away "...ya look great. Okay? I wouldn't say that shit if I didn't mean it."
Schiffer bowed his head and sighed from the unexpected kind words "Fine...do as you'd like..."
"Good." Once Ulquiorra's alabaster upper half was unveiled, Grimmjow nudged him backward and placed kisses all over the vast region. The skin there was soft and warm and it jumped each time that they and his lips made a union. Stretching underneath the mattress, whilst keeping his partner gratified, Grimmjow succeeded in locating his special lubricant bottle. Flinging it to the side for a moment, Jeagerjaques strummed the tips of his fingers atop Ulquiorra's abdomen and slowly licked at those tiny cotton-candy nipples he adored so greatly. They hardened and sang out to him in joy as his tongue circled and dabbed at their peaks. Moving right along, Grimmjow stopped to place a series of kisses around the outline of Schiffer's tattoo. Like a reverberation, Ulquiorra's tone rang out louder than he anticipated. The range where his marking existed was highly sensitive and neither of them were keen to this. Grinning toothily, Grimmjow dragged his tongue along and nibbled at it while his free hand prepared his erection with the slippery, but thick, substance.
"Just relax..." he persuaded, aligning the large head of his manhood to Ulquiorra's avid entrance."You'll like this..."
"I'm sure I WILL..." his tone amplified, at the end of his response, right as Grimmjow pushed himself inside. The sexta wasn't exactly gentle, which was something he would need to work on, but he was definitely not overly rough either. Gathering pillows that were lying near him, Grimmjow used one arm to balance Ulquiorra and the other to stuff the pillows underneath him.
"There...that better?" he held Ulquiorra's thighs open and swiveled his hips around in a couple fluctuating motions so that his erection would be able to satisfy those narrow inner walls.
"Ah...m-much...better..." getting stranded within his own frame of mind, not to mention pleasure, Ulquiorra gasped and shyly touched the wet tip of his own dick. Watching this, Grimmjow grunted and could not help but to plow himself deeper and harder. "Aah...ow! C-careful..." Schiffer warned, wishing that he didn't have to. Truly, he loved being fucked nice and hard. It was what he was used to and it presented him with extremely fabulous sensations.
"Shit! I didn't poke the baby's eye out, did I?" Grimmjow nearly froze, looking alarmed.
Ulquiorra sighed and rubbed at his face with the back of his hands "I'm sure you didn't. The child is not even fully developed yet..."
Grimmjow angled toward Ulquiorra, minding the tummy, and took those lips as his own while he wound the pressure down. "My bad...I'll be easier on ya..." He lifted up his lover's leg, holding it securely, and retracted his cock from the resisting passage. Then, very gradually, he inched it back inside. A smile curved onto his lips while he kept doing that, again and again, which caused Ulquiorra to blush and whine. That Cuarta really was adorable when they had sex; especially right now. Though his signs of pleasure were very silent or subtle, Jeagerjaques was more than able to recognize them. Ulquiorra's labored, but hushed, breathing accompanied those small pants and moans perfectly. Even his petite body started to accept the tempo of their intercourse by slamming down onto Grimmjow's cock as it was swinging itself inside. The movements worked like a crescendo, ascending its way up the ladder of rhythm in hopes of pounding nimbler and quicker so that it may tumble over the edge. "Aah...Ulqui...I gotta come..." Grimmjow informed, not slowing himself at all.
"All right...go ahead..."
Grimmjow's cock throbbed with exhaustion as it started to release a few heated spurts of semen directly inside of Ulquiorra "Aah...b-baby...I love ya..." the sexta murmured into Ulquiorra's ear, by accident, while filling him nicely.
As this was said, Ulquiorra's eyes shot open and his face was the burning colour of red. "W-what?" his voice cracked, not being capable of speaking clearly. Did...he hear something? No. He couldn't have. That must have been his imagination! Obviously, Grimmjow would never say anything of that nature. He had no idea what the word even meant.
"Ahh...uh...hey, babe...I gotta make ya come now..." he switched topics, acting like nothing happened, and snatched up his lube bottle to dump it all over Ulquiorra's dick.
"W-wait a moment...what did you--" the Fourth protested, writhing as the cold solution hit his sensitive parts, wanting to know desperately if Grimmjow had uttered what he thought he did. However, Grimmjow was intent on making his lover forget as he moved his slick hand back and forth against the straining erection. Ulquiorra frowned and lay back, trying not to juggle too many thoughts at once. His member was gleaming and shining with thick lubricant while that extra skin moved with it, spreading and rubbing the liquid against his blushing and exposed tip; this produced much noise. "Ah...I...I'm..." his chest rose and fell due to his weak respiration.
"Come for me..." Jeagerjaques encouraged, yanking his hand faster.
"C-coming..." he choked out softly from the powerful tingle that erupted through his manhood."A-ah...Grimmjow!" he thrusted himself into his partner's hand, practically humping it madly, as that familiar white fluid drained from within. It flooded overtop where the sexta's hand was unhurriedly in motion.
"Damn, babe. You really came hard, huh?" his blue eyes glanced down at the mess that was pooling between them.
"Y-yes..." he nodded drowsily.
"Here...lemme carry ya to the tub so we can get us all cleaned up. I gotta meet up with that asshole Tousen soon...and I sure as fuck aint lookin forward to that!" Ulquiorra simply nodded again, not saying a word; that one phrase played over in his mind with repetition and he would not discard it. "Damn, you're gettin heavier!" Grimmjow joked, poking at Schiffer's bulging mid-section.
Once in the bathroom, the sexta skillfully teetered Ulquiorra in his arms while turning the knob for the shower on. As he waited for the water to warm, Grimmjow pressed his small lover against the translucent shower door, as he held him, and brought their lips together. He could see himself getting used to this...
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"A-ah...N...Nnoitra-sama...p-please...more..." the blonde begged, tugging at his lord's hair for another kiss. Adhering to the request, Nnoitra leaned close and captured his fraccion's soft and tender lips with a dominant, claiming, fashion. "T-thank you, my lord..." Tesla murmured with utter gratitude, finding ways to tease Jiruga's tongue into his mouth. The two kissed for a while, feeding off the sheer passion that was flowing through their bodies.
Nnoitra smirked, looking down at Tesla as he moved his erection faster and harder inside of his partner's enthusiastic and tight body. "Ya want more?" he asked knowingly.
"M-more...anything...from you, Nnoitra-sama..." Tesla wrapped his arms around his superior's neck, beckoning him closer in the most illusive way.
"Ah...g-good...cus I'm gonna..."
Already aware, and prepared, for what Jiruga was hinting at, Tesla nodded with a smile "Of course, my lord...come inside me, please..."
"Ahh...Tesla..." Nnoitra groaned whilst sending his fluids inside of the eager and constricting passage.
"Yes...Nnoitra-sama! Ohh..." Tesla bowed his head, accepting the treatment as if it were sacred.
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Jumping out of his sleep, Tesla gasped, gulping in short breaths of air desperately. His face was flushed and a cold sweat sheathed his body. A dream. It...was all a dream? The fraccion sighed with much dejection, trailing a hand through his damp hair frustratedly. He knew it was too good to be true. And...how real it seemed! He moved his leg to the side, but took notice that it was a bit sticky.
"Oh..." another heat wave flashed through him. "Not again..." he whispered this with disappointment and eventually crawled out of his bed. It was definitely not the first time he'd dreamt of his lord, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Scanning the clock briefly, Tesla nodded at the characters it displayed. Soon he would have to meet with Nnoitra in person...and he was excited to do so. Everyday there was always something new about Nnoitra that he would learn...or possibly a new training tactic they would scheme together.
His feet moved in the general direction of his bathroom, so he could start himself a nice cold shower. Opening the door sluggishly, Tesla flinched his eye and tilted his face away from the morning lumination that tickled his cheek. He turned the knob on the shower and closed its clear glass door to wait a moment before stepping in. Surely, a cold shower will cleanse him of his feelings and worries. For now....
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Tousen was seated with his legs crossed, silently, along with Wonderweiss beside him in an identical fashion. The boy was having trouble focusing, but they would conquer this together.
"Remember…" his voice composed softly "…that the body's central unit is driven by the amount of focus you put into it. That…is essential…"
A loud set of footsteps approached them hastily, breaking their small meditation apart since the young blonde Arrancar clutched at Tousen's strong arm.
"Ssh…" he coaxed "It is fine…" he rubbed at Margera's cheek. "I see you have come to join us, Grimmjow? You are five minutes late…"
"Yea, I know. I had some important shit to do this mornin'…heh heh…" he laughed at his own joke, rewinding to this morning's encounter.
"Hm. I do not wish to know your excuse. Just be aware that tardiness is unacceptable, and because of this…I will not be forbearing when it comes to it. Today, the lesson will be lengthy and difficult."
"Yea, so? Bring it on. Ya aint done nothin' I can't handle yet…so let's see what ya got for me. Maybe we can get down to some real shit now…"
"Very well." He stood up, taking Wonderweiss' hand to help him up also. "The first thing I would like you to work on, is your dialogue."
"Heh. Okay? What the fuck's that supposed to mean anyways?"
"Exactly. It is what you just said. You curse too much, when you could substitute your speech with alternate words. Expand your vocabulary…"
"Fuck you, man. I dun care what you say. Ya can't make me do that. Let's fight or some shit…aint that more important?"
Kaname shook his head, disagreeing "No. I will not fight you. I expect if you are going to be…around smaller life forms soon, then this is an essential practice for you…"
Grimmjow's face scrunched into an enraged grimace "What the HELL? How the fuck do you know?!" his hands were balled into fists. "I'm gonna kill whoever blabbed that shit!"
"Grimmjow…" Tousen interjected, a beam of light bouncing off his clear visor "…calm yourself. It cannot be hidden for very long, and besides…the word is traveling slowly. Only those that are conscious of this would be Aizen-sama, Gin, Szayel Aporro, and myself." He did not know that Nnoitra was mindful of this, too.
"And me too, right Tousen-sama?" Wonderweiss hugged Kaname's waist.
"That's right…how could have I forgotten?" he smiled and ruffled the boy's hair.
"Yea…and if ya dare sayin' anythin' about it…I'm gonna slit open your little throat…" Grimmjow knelt down to be at eye level with the youngster, smiling eerily at him.
"Grimmjow. Enough." Tousen's voice boomed "Let us begin today's lesson…"
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Sosuke Aizen was seated, reading over the notes he'd asked Szayel to bring him.
"This…interests me…" he spoke after a while, peeking over the paper at the pink haired scientist who stood there with his arms intertwined with one another.
"That is fantastic, sir. Were there any questions of yours that needed to be answered?" Szayel was simply bored to tears and wanted nothing more than to see Nnoitra. This day was starting off to be uneventful for him.
"Well, yes, actually…I had a few…" he ran his fingertip across the sheet of paper along some words. "Could you come closer so that I do not have to speak so…loudly?"
"Yes, sir." He walked next to his leader.
"All right. So…am I right to say that anyone could be a…host?"
"That is true. Anyone."
"Mhm…so then you've checked on Ulquiorra recently? Is he doing well?" Aizen creased the paper over its staple to view the next page.
"Y-yes, he is. As a matter of fact, he will be seeing me shortly…"
"Good. So…is there any way to get a better look at the child?"
"Well…he is not far along enough, yet. Give it another couple of weeks, and I will be able to see it all…"
Aizen nodded once "All right." He paused, thinking of a way to ask about some sort of paternity testing, but he could not gamble anything just yet. Sosuke was rather certain the child did not belong to him, and wanted to keep it that way "So, as far as the host would be concerned…the child grows within and nothing more? How long does the reproductive organ last? How will he give birth?"
Szayel listened to each inquiry, and answered brightly "Well, yes…the child will develop normally, he will not be able to do a natural birth, of course, and the organ's life is infinite."
"I…see. So the child will be removed by surgical means?"
"Yes"
Aizen shifted in his chair, rubbing at his chin "You will be performing this task?"
"Yes, I have been achieving deep studies about this…and I am positive I can execute it with precision." He smiled, being proud of himself.
"You've done a nice job, Szayel, in so many ways. What…could I do to show my gratitude?"
"Oh, Aizen-sama…" he blushed from the praise he felt that he did not receive often for his superior efforts.
"You've come up with something successful that could be put to excellent use…and you've got everyone thinking that this was supposed to occur. I'd say you've covered your tracks well…" Aizen smirked and met eyes with his underling.
"I do try…" he gloated.
"I'll say. So…once I gather any additional questions, I'll have you summoned here right away. I like where this is going, and if you keep it up I'll see what I can do about sending you some new equipment."
"Oh!" he clasped his hands with much excitement "I'd…l-love that…really, I would! Thank you sir!" Aizen-sama was being very kind to him today. He couldn't believe it.
"No need to thank me…just keep up the good work. That is all I ask…" he reached out to graze his fingertips across Szayel's soft cheek.
"Right…of course, Aizen-sama. I'll do anything I can!" he didn't dare move away from the touch, as he didn't want to displease his Lord.
"Fine. Then you are dismissed for the day, Szayel." His finger just barely made contact with Szayel's lips as he pulled away. Szayel would actually be the perfect host, if he ever decided to create an heir for himself. The man was highly intelligent, beautiful, and witty. Combined with his own personal assets, and strength, the outcome would be outstanding.
"Yes, sir. Thank you again!" he left to head for his lab, letting his hair bounce behind him as he scurried off.
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Ulquiorra roamed the corridors on the way to Szayel's lab so that he could complete his check-up. Not really paying much attention, as his mind was stuck in the past when Grimmjow said that one word, the Fourth bumped into something that sent him backward almost half a meter. Gaping his eyes open, Schiffer instinctively went to cover his abdomen.
"My apologies…" he pardoned softly, bowing at his superior.
"It's fine…" the apathetic voice replied. "You couldn't help it."
"Yes. It will not reoccur…"
"All right. But really, you worry too much…" his irises searched over the smaller form briefly, noticing something peculiar about it. The Fourth Espada seemed to be…wider in his middle section, but just barely. Raising a thin eyebrow, he wondered for a moment but then decided it was too troublesome.
From a distance, Grimmjow had just finished his day with Tousen and was heading towards his lover once he had spotted him. Any normal lower-rank would have respected the distance between the two superiors, but Grimmjow did not care. In fact, he found Stark to be a threat if he was talking to his Ulquiorra for more than the minimal time necessary. What the hell did he want anyways? He never cared about things that happened around him, in Grimmjow's opinion.
"Hey…" he interrupted, grabbing at Ulquiorra's arm.
Stark paused in his sentence and stared at the sexta, noticing that he did not bother to bow for either of them. "Can we help you?" he asked, scratching at his wavy brown hair. The primera Espada had vaguely heard from several others that Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were a pair, but he had disregarded it.
"Yea, maybe you can help me…" Grimmjow challenged.
Displaying a slight hint of distress in his expression, Ulquiorra pulled Jeagerjaques to the side, hissing quietly "Grimmjow. Go away. I am fine. Do you hear me?"
"But…"
"No buts. Now." He sighed, hating to do this "That is an order." His emerald orbs shined apologetically.
Growling, the sexta Espada turned on his heels. "Fine…whatever…I'll see ya later…" he added the last part loud enough for Stark to hear, so that he would know Ulquiorra was his.
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It had been a decently tiring day for Nnoitra and Tesla. The two of them had engaged in some heavy training and then decided to call it quits when a few hours had passed by. Nnoitra flipped his hair over one of those sharp shoulders and tipped his head to glance at his fraccion. "So..ya did pretty good today. Got any other ideas? Man...by now we'll be able t'take on anyone!" his normal wide smile extended from cheek to cheek.
"Ah...Nnoitra-sama..." his face pinked from the image of beauty that radiated from his Lord "I...believe that today's training was on point. I have no further suggestion. But if I do, I'll be sure to let you know."
"A'right...cool. So...ya wanna call it a day?" he patted Tesla's shoulder, not realizing how such minuscule contact would motivate something from deep within.
"I...w-well..." Tesla deflected his sight from Jiruga's, being sure to focus on the well-worn floor tiles.
"Uh...y'okay?" Nnoitra, easily forgetting how Tesla felt about him, inched closer to tilt his chin up. "Ya know...if shits too hard on ya...I didn't mean it. But we really gotta focus on that, cus that's what counts most."
"N-no...it's...it's not that, Nnoitra-sama..." the fraccion was blushing hard and sweating, feeling nervous about their range of proximity.
"Uh...okay, then what is it man?"
"I...oh...Nnoitra-sama...please...forgive me..." Tesla gently reached to place a hand on either side of Nnoitra's face, while pressing their lips together. His heart was pounding so hard, he was sure it would break through his chest and flail around on the floor wildly. Nnoitra simply froze, not knowing what the hell to do or how the hell to react. Tesla...finally got the balls to kiss him? What the hell? Why was he not disgusted or angry? But...at the same time, why could he not bring himself to kiss back?
"Ah...shit...Tesla..." Nnoitra backed away and brought a finger to his mouth.
"N-no! I...I apologize greatly, my lord! I...have no clue what's gotten into me!" he bowed right away, blonde wisps of hair covering his face, hoping Nnoitra would be kind on his shameful behalf.
"Uh..." Nnoitra scratched his head, keeping an eye on Tesla's bent form. "...well ya dun gotta bow no more..."
"Y-yes! Of course..." he stood upright, hands at his sides tightly; his fingers clenched themselves together.
"So...yea...uh..." Nnoitra was just blank. He...had not even the slightest inclination of what he should do. This was some weird shit, in his opinion. "...yer dismissed for th' day, Tesla...dun worry bout it, jus' don't..." before he could finish his pathetic excuse of a sentence, he was interrupted.
"Oh NO he's not!" Szayel strode right up to them with an angry presence. Nnoitra groaned and face-palmed, knowing that this was about to get ugly. "What were you doing kissing what is rightfully mine?!" He directly ignored Jiruga and grasped Tesla by the arm.
"Get off of me..." Tesla scoffed, almost politely.
"Not a chance! Not until I know what the hell is going on!"
"Szayel...babe...dun get all--"
"Silence!" the scientist quipped, glaring daggers at the Quinta "...how could you be so lenient with him?!" the poor fellow honestly sounded hurt by this.
"Wait...where were ya?"
"Do not worry about that! You told me the two of you were not romantically involved! Were you lying to me?" Szayel swung his arms in a downward motion, connecting his hands to his hips in an offense-type stance.
"N-no...I won't lyin' bout that..."
"Well, Tesla...IS he? I know YOU wouldn't fib if you actually got the opportunity to fuck my Nnoitra-sama!"
"Yours?" Tesla echoed "Hm. Well...I certainly wish I could call him my own as you so freely do..."
"Yes, MINE. He's MINE!" Szayel tugged at Nnoitra's arm as if he were just a slab of property. This certain chunk of property remained deathly silent throughout the entire argument. He did not want to be a part of it, as a matter of fact.
"I see. Well...I was not aware that you two were together with one another like 'boyfriends'. I was under the assumption it was just sex?"
Szayel flushed, forgetting that minor detail. Never once, had Nnoitra and he approached the discussion of taking it further...or anything in that category. However, he felt that they were dating each other as opposed to the casual sex kind of relationship they had begun with.
"He is still MINE though! He...never talks about you! Ever! And...he is so passionate with me!" Aporro contended, pushing Nnoitra away to stand next to Tesla. "Pick one, Nnoitra. Him or Me?" the scientist crossed his arms stubbornly, blowing that annoying strand of hair from his eyes.
"Yer...gonna put me in that kinda situation?" he blinked, shaking his long dark locks around. "Stop bein' a jerk, Szayel. Ya know I like ya a lot..."
Even though those words stung at Tesla, the fraccion vowed to overcome them.
"Well...tell HIM so he'll finally leave you alone!" Szayel pointed, accusingly, at the blonde male.
"Szayel...fuckin' seriously! Yer takin this too far! I know how'ta sort this kinda shit out, okay? Fuck..." he felt the need to defend Tesla, because what Szayel wanted was for his fraccion to be humiliated. And...though Nnoitra harbored strong feelings for Szayel, he refused to stand for that. "Jus'...we'll talk later. Damn! Good fuckin' job for makin' shit awkward!" he frowned and turned from the two of them. "Tesla...go on. Ya can go back to whatever it is ya wanted t'do."
"Yes sir..." he sighed and retreated, thanking his lord mentally for protecting him. It was awfully sweet of Nnoitra, and it only made his heartache germinate to new levels.
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After the little fiasco with Szayel and Tesla, Nnoitra trudged through the corridors seeking the one person, in his opinion, who could give the best advice on this. Knocking on the door which separated him from his answer, Jiruga waited patiently for a response. After several grunts and groans, the door opened to reveal two tired blue eyes.
"Man..whadduya want? I...was comfortable!" Grimmjow complained loudly.
"Uh...well...lemme in! Before he finds me!" Nnoitra's hand pushed against the door, showing that he was frantic.
"Ah! Hey...wait a sec! Ya can't jus' barge up in here without 'splainin yourself. WHO are ya hidin' from?"
"Godammit Grimmjow! LEMME IN!"
"Ugh...FINE. But dun mind me...since ya jus' came here all random 'n shit..." the sexta stepped back, wearing nothing but a green pair of shorts that seemed to be a couple of sizes too small. Nnoitra did not wait to laugh at Grimmjow's appearance.
"Haha! What the hell are 'ya wearin'??"
Jeagerjaques shut the door and scowled, turning back to face Nnoitra "Man...shut up! These are Ulqui's...'an they were th' first thing I could grab when I went for th' door! Ya rather me be naked?"
"Hmp. Whatever. I'm jus' glad ya were awake. Thanks man..."
"Grimmjow..." a weak voice called from a mound of blankets. "Who is in the room?"
"Ah..." he ran to his lover's aid, sitting next to him on their bed. "It's jus' Nnoitra. He needs my expert help!"
"Hm...I hardly imagine that to be the case..." the little heap shuffled and then eventually a head of dark hair arose from its shelter. Being careful to advertise no more than his shoulders, Ulquiorra sat up and stared at Jiruga with his intense emerald eyes. "...Ah...hello, Nnoitra..." Grimmjow was quick to shove a pile of pillows behind Ulquiorra for support so he could be able to sit upward in a comfortable way.
"Hey..." he answered, noticing that his superior was probably nude under there, somewhere. It was surreal to be a part of the whole package now, since all he retained was the verbal information that Grimmjow spewed while they were around each other. It was so strange to see Grimmjow and Ulquiorra that close to one another...barely clothed from a result of previous sexual activity, no doubt.
"Oh..." Jeagerjaques added "...take a seat man. Dun mind us..." he nodded at Ulquiorra, who had started to quietly read a book in the meantime.
"Uh...okay, sure..." he cautiously made himself comfortable on the large bed, easing himself down onto the welcoming mattress."Damn this things soft..."
"Fuck yea. Only the finest shit for me...y'know?" Grimmjow leaned back against Schiffer and smirked. Ulquiorra coughed and turned a page in his book, not even straining himself once to look at his lover. "So...yea...what's got ya comin' in here all crazy for?"
"Oh...right..." Nnoitra groaned "Man...ugh...so...me and Szayel...uh...kinda got in a'argument today, 'an it's all his fault! Ya gotta help me out! I'm no good at this kinda shit!"
Just as Grimmjow was about to reply, Ulquiorra took the liberty of cutting in "Excuse me for eavesdropping, but Nnoitra...I believe you have come to the wrong place for answers. It just so happens that Grimmjow is no good at resolving arguments either..."
"HEY! Shut up! I'm the perfect guy to help with problems!"
"What? And you can tell me that I am making this up?" Ulquiorra's eyes shifted to the Fifth Espada "Nnoitra...I do not believe the best thing to do is to seek advice, especially from Grimmjow, but to decide what action you shall take upon yourself..."
Nnoitra fell silent for a moment, listening to what the higher rank had to say. Then, Jeagerjaques interjected. "HEY! Whatever! I got all the answers! Dun listen t'him, Nnoitra..."
"Oh? Is that right? So...the man who cannot accept the fact that he may be a fa--" Grimmjow lunged towards Ulquiorra, smushing his poor tummy, and slapped his hand over his partner's mouth to mumble his words.
"SHUT UP!"
"G...Grimmjow!" angrily, Schiffer shoved the sexta away, clutching desperately at the blankets to remain covered; he rubbed at his abdomen in a protective manner. "You must be careful!" he reminded with a frown. Somehow, he conjured up the idea that Grimmjow might be too rough around children, thus meaning that when he finally is a father, it would be dangerous.
"Hey...I did'n mean to..."
Nnoitra simply stared at the couple, in awe. He felt honored to be able to witness this light of Ulquiorra. The guy always seemed...dull. And...boring. Really uptight, and depressed too. But now, he had a portion life to him...and even some expression. It was near creepy. On the other hand, Szayel explained to him that when somebody is pregnant, they often times act differently than normal. Keeping that in mind, everything made a little more sense.
Once Grimmjow snuggled up to his lover again, he asked "Okay man...so what happened? We still aint get around to talkin about it yet..."
"Yea..uh..so, me 'an Tesla jus' finished our day 'an I was 'bout ta let him go...since there was nothin else t'do...right?" he sighed, readying himself for the next part "...'an once I said somethin to him...what was it? Uh...I was sayin' somethin like I didn't mean t'be hard on him when we were trainin' today...'an if he was okay? Then he started lookin' at me all funny and told me t'forgive him! At that point, I didn't know what th' hell he meant...'an then he kissed me! KISSED me, Grimmjow. Tesla...fuckin'...KISSED me..." he groaned.
Grimmjow started to laugh "Haha! So?! Don't ya know he wants your nuts real bad?"
"HOW COME EVERYONE BUT ME KNOWS?!"
"Cus yer stupid! That's why!"
"Yes..." Ulquiorra agreed "...I found it rather obvious, myself, when I would observe the two of you..."
"What the HELL?"
"Ha! Well what's so fucked up 'bout that? So what? He kissed ya?" Grimmjow snorted "...so ya gonna fuck him? I bet he wants yer cock REAL bad..."
"Grimmjow...really..." Ulquiorra shook his head with disapproval.
"I can't do that, Grimmjow...that's where the shitty part comes in...y'see...Szayel was freakin watchin' us man! Like...he dun trust me or somethin'! So then he comes stormin' up t'me 'an Tesla...gettin' real nasty bout it..."
"Damn...go figure once Tesla finally grew some balls, yer fuck-buddy was snoopin'..."
"That's the problem...I...kinda...uh...like...Szayel. A lot..."
Grimmjow blinked once...and then blinked again. "Uh...what?"
"I do...'an I dun really like dudes like that...it's kinda not my thing...but...I dunno..."
"You should not limit your attractions. You would be at a world of relief, if you didn't..." Ulquiorra suggested softly.
"Hmp! Babe...not everyone can like cocks th' way you do. So Nnoitra dun suck dick...s'okay...:
"Grimmjow...can you not turn everything into a grotesque argument? I was simply lending a piece of my mind..."
"All right, all right." He patted Ulquiorra on the hair, which gained a low growl from the Fourth. "Okay, Nnoitra...so THEN what went down? They fuckin' fight over ya?" Grimmjow pawed at the air, illustrating his query.
"Nah. More like Szayel bitchin' and puttin' me in a'awkward spot sayin' fer me t'choose one. 'An I didn't wanna say that shit in fronta Tesla...so I got pissed 'an yelled at Szayel fer bein' a dick, and dismissed Tesla. So...now I dunno what t'do. Szayel's REAL mad at me...'an Tesla...I gotta work with him..."
"Okay. Easy question. Who gives the better head? That's important." Ulquiorra smacked Grimmjow in the back of the head with his book. Hard. "OW!! Babe!! What the fuck?!"
Nnoitra chuckled at the exhibit "Heh...but really, I dunno. Tesla never sucked me off b'fore...jus' Szayel. 'An I already told ya how good he was at it..."
"Oh yea...haha...ya said he can deep-throat it or whatever?"
"Yea..."
Ulquiorra groaned, covering his ears. "Must you two casually exchange personal information like this?"
"Sorry baby...but this is what guys talk about..."
"Excuse me?" his eyes narrowed "...Are you so certain? Because I am a male, and most definitely withhold from saying such things! Do not make generalizations!"
"Well...MOST guys talk about this shit. Yer different."
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques! I cannot believe you sometimes!" he huffed and scrambled to get away.
"Wait, wait…babe…c'mon…I didn't mean it like that…"
"Then how did you mean it?" he went limp in his lover's arms "…I would like to know…"
"Uh…" Nnoitra chimed in, coughing "…maybe I should go talk to Szayel?"
"Yes." Ulquiorra nodded "That is exactly what needs to be done. Do not mind whatever it was that Grimmjow had to say…he…I still am incredulous you sought his assistance…"
"Heyy…what the hell?" he tapped Ulquiorra lightly with a feather pillow.
"Nah…I think Grimmjow actually helped me. He said some pretty helpful things."
"Like what? Did…I miss them by chance?" Ulquiorra set down his book, willing to listen.
"Haha! I…can see why Grimmjow likes ya so much. Yer a funny guy when ya wanna be…"
"Hey, watch it Nnoitra! I do NOT!"
"I…was not being comical…" Schiffer was confused because he was being genuinely serious.
"Well…I'm gonna go try t'sort things out with Szayel…uh…I'll tell ya what happens later, okay?"
"Yea man…good luck with that shit. Szayel's fuckin' crazy…"
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Thereafter his interesting visit with Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, Nnoitra Jiruga walked the tenantless halls of Las Noches with a game-plan to convince Szayel to run back into his arms. He knew it may be a tad far fetched, but he was willing to do whatever it took. Not even taking the effort to knock at Szayel's lab door, he opened it up. There, just as he figured, sat Szayel Aporro; the scientist always pursued refuge in his study if something upset him.
"Hey..." Nnoitra maneuvered his way over, with his defenses up completely, just in case anything were to happen.
"Hmp..." Szayel crossed his arms, turning his face away "...I don't see why you even bother..."
"Because I like ya..." Nnoitra confessed, taking a seat in the empty chair next to Szayel.
"Well...if you can tell me that, then why not him?" Aporro blushed and started to scribble down some side notes on his paper stack.
"Are ya jealous?" Nnoitra wondered, moving closer.
"M...maybe..." Szayel nibbled on his lip nervously, applying more pressure to his pen as he wrote.
"Hey..." Nnoitra gently took the writing utensil from the scientist and set it down. "...I'll take care'a that shit with Tesla. Ya didn't have to be a dick-face in front of him. I mean...we've jus' been fuckin' 'an all...kinda talkin 'an hangin out...but how was I s'posed to know that ya liked me so much, Szayel?"
"I...d-didn't want to freak you out...because I know you prefer women...I...didn't want to be a burden...but when I saw you and Tesla together, something snapped. I...just couldn't stand the sight of it. And that's when I knew I wanted you to be mine..." he sighed, shoulders shaking, and pushed his spectacles up.
"But...I thought ya had a crush on Ulquiorra?"
Szayel's cheeks glowed again "I...d-did. I mean, I do not believe he and Grimmjow will part since Ulquiorra is now carrying that idiot's little spawn and all...ugh..." he flipped one of the pieces of paper that he began to read on its backside "...but...I think I have a crush on someone else now..."
"Oh yea? Like who?"
Szayel groaned and finally looked up from what he was doing "YOU! Who else?"
"Haha...I dunno...I had to check..."
"Bullshit. You...just wanted me to say it!" Szayel knitted his brows together with much exasperation.
"Yer cute when yer mad..."
"I'm not angry!" he sighed and grabbed Nnoitra's hands "I...erm..." he hesitated, but then blurted "Can we be together?!" his chest heaved unevenly and that usual clump of hair stubbornly hung over his eye.
Nnoitra smirked and squeezed Aporro's palms. "Uh...sure? I...guess?"
"Nnoitra! Be serious. And...I mean together, like...a couple." his eyes were hopeful, awaiting a better answer.
"Well...y-yea, sure..." he even felt himself blushing a little "...I aint good at this kinda shit...'an dun expect much outta me..."
"Of course. I wasn't going to anyways..." Szayel teased, kissing Nnoitra's hands.
"Hey!"
"Oh, stop. I...was just joking with you. The only thing I expect out of you is loyalty. Can...I have that?" he fluttered his long eye-lashes at Nnoitra, flirtatiously.
"Yea, I think I can do that..." Nnoitra rolled the pen back and forth across the table's surface, breaking eye contact with his new significant other.
"Good. Because I don't want to share you..." Szayel stated, grasping Jiruga's arm to snuggle his face against.
"Uh...okay. Ya dun gotta worry bout that since there's nobody t'share me with."
"Oh? What about Tesla?" Szayel moved his cheek along Nnoitra's strong arm, so he could have a better view of his lover's expression.
"What about him?"
Aporro whined, digging his chin into Nnoitra's shoulder "He's madly in love with you!"
The Fifth was rubbing the tip of Szayel's pen against the pad of his thumb, spreading the ink around "So? I'll...think'a somethin...I'll jus' say that I can't fuck him cus he's my fraccion or whatever..."
Szayel nearly fell over, but caught himself "Nnoitra Jiruga! That is the worst excuse I've ever heard! You...really think Espadas do not engage in sexual intercourse with their fraccion? Hmp! Honestly, from this day forward, I am going to write all of your excuses down on a list for you. At least then they will be believable..."
"Damn, babe..." Nnoitra took in the colours of Aporro's golden eyes, almost being able to see his own reflection in them. Those orbs were truly rich and concentrated; especially when their owner was flustered, excited, or upset.
"Well, what else did you bargain for when you make crummy excuses?" Szayel twirled a finger in Nnoitra's long black hair, enjoying its unique scent.
"A'right fine..."
"So...it's settled?" the scientist nearly stood up in joy, getting his hand tangled in his partner's thin strands of hair.
"Aahh..." Nnoitra helped Aporro unravel his gloved fingers "...what is?"
"Tesla. You...aren't attracted to him in any way...are you?" Szayel wore a very detailed pout, pursing out his lips and creating wrinkles around the corners of his mouth.
Nnoitra grumbled, not paying the scientist's facial characteristics any mind "Ugh. NO, dammit! Tesla aint bad t'look at...but he looks like a guy too much. Least you kinda look feminine..."
"What?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"No, no...wait, babe...I'm jus' sayin ya look kinda...girly...IT AINT A BAD THING!"
"I...don't know how to feel about this" Szayel scooted his chair across the cold floor, which made a little screeching noise as he did so.
"Hey, wait a minute…I mean…ya act like a chick a lot. Ya bitch bout stuff...yer emotional...an ya moan a lot when we have sex..."
"What does that have to constitute for anything? I...thought we were talking about my appearance!" Szayel put his hands on his hips, but then tore them away when he realized how girly that may have seemed.
"Well, that too..."
"Nnoitra...I...am just speechless..."
"Hey, I think it's hot. How can ya get mad at me fer bein' attracted to ya?" he poked at his lover with the ink pen, winking.
"I'm not...I'm just...I just wish you would word things a bit differently."
"Well what else would ya bargain for when ya ask crummy questions?" Jiruga mocked, poking at Szayel's nose.
"Oh, you're not funny..." Szayel glared at Nnoitra, hitting him with the closest object he could find.
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Whew!
Long chapter was LONNGG. It was over 9,000 words actually. (OVER 9,000?!?!) Ha! Could not resist.
Anyways, so what did you all think?
Sorry about all of the sap and fluff, but...I felt that with all the angst going on, we needed it.
Hm...I am not going to talk about the chapter too much, but just bring up some vital points.
Firstly...the L-bomb. Yea. I did it. Do somethin.
Just...trust me, people. It's NOT going to be shitty. You'll see what I have planned.
Erm...let me try and think who I need to give credit...I know I used someone's idea in here...
Oh! PurpleAvacado! You awesome person you. I used your idea of Aizen wanting to...extend his personal empire with Szayel. I thought it was pretty rational. Just keep tossin me those great ideas, and I'm sure I'll keep usin 'em. :]
Thanks to my personal Szayel-chan again. LOVE YA. You're the best! You keep me happy, dear.
Lastly...Stark.
YAY. I used him! I...wanted so BADLY to squeeze him in there somewhere. Like...at least two or three chapters ago, I wanted to put him in my fic. So...finally...here he is! Does anyone want to see him again? I know he'd be fun.
I hope everyone else was done well. I am still sucking at writing Tesla, but I'm trying! He...I just cannot quite remember how he acts all that clearly.
What parts did you all like? I threw lots of comedic gold in there.
For the baby...since it's coming soon...Team Grimmjow or Team Aizen? I know who the father is...but I want feedback on that, if you could? Any name suggestions for this delightful love-child would be considered too.
REVIEW ME! please? I love it when you review! It makes me SO content!
I love you all!
xoxxoxo
-Your friend Yu-san