Holy freaking shit.
CAN IT BE?!
Chapter....13?!
Yes, your eyes are NOT deceiving you! It is TIME!
Wow...so sorry about the UBER delay. Yu-san's life...was just...busy. I updated when I said I did! I kept my promise!
Now that things are back on track...we'll be seeing more of me? (That is if you all don't hate me by now!)
I hope you all are still reading this thing...whew. This fic has come quite a way, hasn't it?
I don't even know what to talk about here...but...THANKS SO MUCH to my loyal readers and reviewers. As a treat to you, I really DO take all suggestions into consideration since...I love feedback.
I like how somebody said that my fic was a Hueco Mundo soap opera! Cheers! That...is probably the best way of describing it.
A HUGE thanks to my personal Szayel-chan for keeping my ass in line here. Though...you've been side-tracking me a lot lately... -smirk-
Anyhow...have a good read! it's nice...and....long?
(yea, the pun was intended)
Apology in advance for spelling, grammar, or placement errors. (No beta-reader)
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH!! (But it really would be fun..and full of yaoi)
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*Chapter Thirteen*
As time had found itself speeding rapidly, so had the pace of Ulquiorra's growth. It would be very soon now, when Schiffer would have to release the child within himself. The days, though short, seemed dreadfully long to the Cuarta Espada. His feet caused him discomfort, as did his swollen ankles. As Ulquiorra was used to a decent share of pain, this type was more annoying than anything else. He...just wanted this to be over and done with. His body was unable to handle his duties and movements, which meant that it was all put off on Grimmjow...who was unhappy about the additional work that had been placed upon him. He already hated, with a passion, to work alongside Tousen. Since Aizen saw a bit of improvement, he was benevolent enough to have Grimmjow and Kaname's teamwork reduced to once a week. Neither party objected to this.
Ulquiorra sat up very slowly and took in a deep breath of air. It was morning, which meant a lot of things needed to get done. Firstly, he needed to head to Szayel's lab for a new check-up. Afterward, he would probably resume his duties and attempt to stretch out his sore muscles by a mild training session. The sunlight reflected off his Emerald irises and he groaned. Everything seemed painful to him, these days. As much as Ulquiorra wanted to lie back down and snuggle in those soft, warm, and inviting bed sheets...he needed to begin his day.
"Grimmjow..." he summoned in a tired tone. "...it is in your best interest to start waking up..." he reached out to comb his fingers through his lover's blue hair that spiked out from the covers. The sexta mumbled something that was incoherent and he nudged himself deeper inside his blanket cocoon.
"Too early..." he finally complained, in a raspy morning voice which was muffled by the blankets.
"Grimmjow. I am not asking you." Ulquiorra sighed and shifted about, trying to push Jeagerjaques out of the bed.
"Heyy...stop bein' a dick already!" he whined, kicking at his round lover.
"Be careful!" Schiffer reminded, protecting his abdomen with his hands. "We've gotten this far, and I'll be damned if this child gets deformed at the last moment because of its heedless father." he really was not exactly certain the baby belonged to Grimmjow, but it was safer to practice the idea.
"Okay, okay...FINE." the sexta pushed himself up and growled. "Besides...I don't gotta wake up for at least another couple hours dammit!" his eyes were red with sleep and his hair was disheveled.
"Hm...it is not a terrible concept to not sleep in until the last minute, you know?" the smaller Espada crossed his arms, looking at Grimmjow's wild bed hair.
"Hmp. Well...if I'm gonna wake up this early...ya 'least gotta make it worth the while..." he smirked deviously and crawled toward Ulquiorra.
"No...not right now." Schiffer held out his index finger and rested it against the other's chest. "Maybe later..."
Frowning with disappointment, Jeagerjaques slumped his shoulders and sighed. He'd been faced with that response quite a bit lately...and, sadly, was actually used to it. Though they've been having more sex than a couple with a pregnant member should, Grimmjow still wanted extra.
"I'll take a blow-job then..." he suggested, not thinking of his significant other's feelings.
"I do not have time for that. You don't understand..." Schiffer tried to reason as he moved to get up. "Perhaps later, if I am not so tired, I will please you. I am sorry that I cannot do so at the moment." he took a small blue blanket and wrapped it around his nude body to cover himself. Ulquiorra was still a bit self conscious about how he looked while expecting.
"Ugh...I guess I'll go back to sleep then..." Grimmjow extended his body out and grabbed Ulquiorra to pull him down for a kiss. Shaking, the Cuarta acted to the kiss with a quiet whimper. "Hey..." the sexta whispered into his partner's mouth "...ya okay, babe?"
"Y-yes..." he answered, straightening himself up to stand. "Sorry...I...must get going now. Please do behave."
"Yea, whatever. Have fun on your boring day. I'll be sleepin'..." Grimmjow dove back into his warm plethora of covers and sheets, curling up much like a cat would.
Schiffer shook his head at the sight and got himself dressed. What a joy it must be to have the luxury of resting beyond daybreak. He, of all, should be getting excess slumber. Shrugging, Ulquiorra wrapped the thought behind all others and went about starting his new day.
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Szayel Aporro was active at this early hour, hovering over his warm mug of coffee that he had Nnoitra brew for him. "Ugh..." he groaned, pushing his glasses up and reviewing some notes that were typed up nicely on a memo."...there's no way all this work is going to get done..."
"Ya shouldn't be procrastinatin' then, huh?" A bothersome, but familiar, voice teased.
"Uhm...if I recall correctly, it is your fault my work hasn't been getting done..." he narrowed his eyes at the Quinta, pointing at him with an ink pen.
"Hey! How's it my fault?" Jiruga took a seat next to his partner, scowling.
"You keep seducing me in the lab." Aporro spat out, like he never did anything wrong.
"Yea? 'An ya coulda stopped me...ya freakin' idiot." Nnoitra took one of Szayel's pens and starting doodling on a loose sheet of paper.
"Oh? Like you would have been happy then? Besides, it's also your fault that you are so dashingly attractive. How could I say no?" the scientist went to flip a page in one of his many pregnancy books he had procured.
"Eh...guess I can't get mad at ya for that..." Nnoitra replied in a cocky fashion.
"Mhm...so anyways...I am expecting Ulquiorra-san in here soon today for his check-up. You may have to leave, since I'm sure he won't be comfortable with you around." Szayel tapped his pen against the notebook, pausing as he thought of what to record next.
"What th' hell? What's that supposed to mean?" the Fifth, in displeasure, stabbed his piece of paper with the ink pen.
"Nnoitra. When I run my tests on him, I highly doubt Ulquiorra will want you here watching." Szayel ran a hand through his pink hair and tucked a few strands behind his ear.
"Ew. Like I'm gonna wanna see that shit anyways. I'll jus' go get Tesla an' train like usual." this statement plucked a nerve for the scientist.
"You're...going to do WHAT?" he actually turned to glare at his lover.
"Gonna go trainin' with Tesla. Don't get all butt-hurt about it. He aint gonna try nothin'..." Nnoitra defended, filling in the colours on the flower he was sketching.
"Am I supposed to believe that?" Aporro retorted with a frown.
"Uh...well I'm just sayin'. He knows better now."
"He'd better. For his sake, anyways." Szayel sipped at his coffee loudly to signify that he was miffed.
"You two need'ta quit bein' girls about this." Jiruga muttered as he admired his poorly drawn flower.
"Girls? Anything that is not considered incredibly masculine by your standards must be 'girly'? Excuse me, but the last time I checked...you don't fit the bill to be very manly."
Angrily, Nnoitra crumpled at his little flower picture he made "I'm WAY more of a guy than YOU!"
"Oh, is that right? So how many times a day do you brush your hair? What was it...a hundred? Ah! And weren't you the one asking me how to make a better moisturizer for your hair?" Nnoitra lugged at Szayel's arms to silence him.
"SHUT UP! I...m-my hair's important ya jerk! But I dun go around actin' all girly though...like YOU do!"
Szayel jerked Nnoitra's hand away. "Can we not argue this early in the damned morning? Really!"
"Hmp...we aint arguin'..." Nnoitra crossed his arms and turned his face away. "You started it..."
Szayel sighed, with a smile "Ugh...you'd better be glad I like you so much to put up with this..."
"Excuse me, but your door was opened?" Ulquiorra's quiet voice addressed. In the midst of bickering, Szayel didn't notice his pregnant superior's presence.
"Ah! Ulquiorra-san! Come…right in. Heh…Nnoitra and I were…just…talking…" he paved a way on the table top, clearing some of the clutter out.
"I…see." He shut the door behind him and advanced toward the two.
Nnoitra crossed a leg over his knee and leaned in the chair that he was seated in, being sure to make himself comfortable. "So…what's up?" he greeted, as if he were going to be part of the action.
Ulquiorra eyed him, almost suspiciously "Nothing." He spoke simply. "…out of the ordinary…" he then added after a long pause, taking a seat next to Szayel.
"Well, fabulous!" the scientist interjected with a flashy grin. "So…would you be ready for the usual routine?" he asked, gently patting at Ulquiorra's hand.
"Hm…" he frowned and gazed down at the fingertips which lingered on the back of his hand. "…I suppose." He did not present any type of maneuver to cease Szayel from being so close. After everything, it should not even matter anymore. Just as long as the scientist chose not to fall into the habit of being too touchy-feely, things would be just fine.
"Great, so…let's see…" Szayel picked up a stapled pile of papers and flipped through them. "Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed, setting the stack down in front of his superior. "These are some of the results from your last visit…and I've compiled the data alongside some of my research findings. As things are progressing, you are doing quite well. So…let me just have another look, to make certain before your little bundle of joy arrives!" his honey eyes, vibrant and excited, met Ulquiorra's flat green ones.
"Okay, fine." Ulquiorra's vision shifted toward Nnoitra, who was surprisingly sitting there quietly and scribbling another doodle on a sheet of paper. "…I would prefer to complete this procedure alone, please…"
Szayel's lips perked into a tight little smirk from Ulquiorra's indirect request for Nnoitra to leave; it was cute. "…you heard him, Nnoitra…you gotta go now…" he tapped his lover's head with a spiral notebook, earning a low growl from the Quinta.
"Grrr…all right!" Nnoitra shoved the little doodle he made at Szayel and stood to leave. "I see when I aint wanted here…" his grimace, as planned, made him to appear as pathetic as could be.
Aporro watched the other leave, with widened eyes, and his hair was slightly out of place; he held the crumpled piece of paper to his chest. "Hmp…" he huffed, breaking the awkward silence "It's all right, Ulquiorra…he'll…be okay."
Schiffer nodded and adjusted himself to a much more satisfactory sitting position "I was not worried." His tone was downcast and quiet.
"S-sure…right! No need to worry! Heh…" Szayel tip toed across the lab, cherishing the drawing that was made in his honor. "We'll just get things started and it will be nice and easy…" Often, he was afraid he would run out of calm proposals when speaking to Ulquiorra…since he would begin to feel a bit inept at the Cuarta's gloomy demeanor. "Isn't this just the cutest?" he blurted, showing off the shabby sketch, from afar, to Ulquiorra, who raised an eyebrow to barely acknowledge Nnoitra's artwork.
"Hm…"
"He…can just be so sweet, sometimes…" Szayel propped the doodle on display for anyone to see. It depicted Szayel as a stick figure with recognizable hair and glasses, and the number 8 was scribbled around him. In writing, it said "SZAYEL" in big, bold, characters. "So…where were we?" he smiled and strode back over to Ulquiorra, who had remained seated. "Ah, yes!" he nodded to himself and collected an armful of items. "So…did you want to learn the gender of the child today? We…are far along quite enough to get a clear justification!"
Ulquiorra closed his eyes briefly, with thought, and then shook his head "No…" he whispered "…I have no desire for that…"
Szayel's expression reversed, and a pout manifested itself. "Aw…you sure? That…was going to be so much fun…" he sighed and leaned against a cabinet, crossing his ankles together.
"No." Ulquiorra repeated. "Please. I…do not wish to know…"
Szayel watched him for a moment and rubbed at his face. "Well…fine. But let's check up on that baby, all right?"
Ulquiorra gave a small gesture of the head, signaling that he was prepared; the fourth just wanted this to be over with. It was hard enough as it was, since he received many odd stares from the others as he would be going about his business. He didn't care. None of their opinions were valid. Yes, he was impregnated…and yes, he was romantically associated with Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. His lips pinched together as his inner fury was churning at the memories.
"Hey…" Szayel's soothing pitch suspended Ulquiorra's unfavorable thoughts, softly provoking the other to bring his attention forth. "You…all right?"
"Yes" Ulquiorra answered quickly, even attempting to reassure himself of that. "Let us begin…"
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As soon as Grimmjow began his day, he made a short stop to the lounging area to consume a couple shots of liquor. Lately, he'd started doing this to jump start his day since things were 'rougher' on him. Nnoitra was usually there, as well, to join him in the daily habitual activity.
"Hey man..." the sexta approached his new friend sluggishly and circled his fingertip around the rim of his prepared shot glass. "Ya beat me to the punch, huh?"
"Yea..." Nnoitra tipped back his liquor with a tired visage "...Szayel made me leave his lab since yer little Cuarta needed to be checked up…or somethin…"
"Oh…they're still in there? Man, he tried wakin' me up real early this mornin' cus he had to get that taken care of…" Grimmjow gulped down his shot easily and wiped his mouth afterward. "At least this shits gonna take the edge off when I'm 'round Tousen. FUCK I hate workin' with that guy..."
"Least yer down to once a week, right?" Nnoitra bit at his strawberry muffin viciously.
"Yea, SO? It needs to be none a week." Grimmjow sniffed curiously at a chocolate chip cookie.
"Eh...well it aint gonna be long till ya dun gotta work with'm right?" Nnoitra's mouth was full of muffin particles, making him sound muffled as he spoke.
"Yea, I fuckin' hope so…" Grimmjow swallowed another shot of liquor and knocked his head against the table. For once, he started to ponder about what the next day would bring…as opposed to thinking in the moment. He sighed. "…damn…" he mumbled. Here was another day. First, he would have to find Tousen…and put up with his shit. Then, he'd be faced with piles of duty that Ulquiorra is relieved from…and those were no joke. Of course, out of pity, Ulquiorra would assist Grimmjow to the best of his ability…but most of the physical labor was up to the sexta himself.
"Hey…" Nnoitra poked at Grimmjow's head. "Ya…gonna be okay?"
"Ehh…" Grimmjow did not detach his face from the hard and cold table-top. "…today's gonna suck…" he grumbled, stomping his feet under the table.
"Yea…well let's drink a 'lil more and then get goin'…cus I think Tesla's waitin' fer me…"
Grimmjow raised his head stagnantly and finally cracked his usual smirk "Heh…that guy really wants your cock in his ass, huh?"
Nnoitra flicked Grimmjow's nose and drank a shot of liquor "Eh…so?"
"Hey, dick!" he rubbed the sore spot and pinched at Nnoitra's nipple.
"Hey, what the hell?" Jiruga rubbed at his nipple.
"What? Ya hit my damn nose!" Grimmjow held out a piece of hard candy, threatening to repeat the assault if need be.
"Yea? Well YOU grabbed m'damn nipple!" Nnoitra picked up a bagel as if that were his only ammunition against the sexta.
"N-Nnoitra-sama?" a serene voice accosted from the doorway.
"Eh?" he twisted backward to catch a glimpse at his fraccion.
Tesla's face held a very faint blush from the action he witnessed between Grimmjow and Nnoitra. How lucky Jeagerjaques was to…be able to lay a finger upon his Lord in such a manner, though he knew it was simply in jest. "I…was certain I'd find you here…"
"Yea. Me 'an Grim here were jus'…uh…y'know?" he wasn't clever enough to create an excuse on the spot.
"Of course…" he bowed somewhat, not only to demonstrate his understanding…but his loyalty as well.
"Hey…Tesla…man, c'mere…" Grimmjow draped an arm over the blonde Arrancar's shoulder and whispered in his ear "…if y'wanna fuck him…just ask…I'm sure he'll say yes…"
Immediately, Tesla's face burned up and he politely nudged Grimmjow's arm off of him. "N-no! It…wouldn't be like that!"
"Yea, yer right…cus he'd be the one doin' the fuckin' right?" he tipped his face close to Tesla's "…cus yer a bottom…"
Nnoitra leaned in, with a hand on his hip, frowning. "Heyy…what are ya tellin' him, Grimmjow?"
"Oh…nothin'…" he started laughing, patting Tesla on the arm. Poor Tesla was mortified and ready to leave. He was hoping, with much desperation, that his Lord would have the desire to go training at the exact moment. Noticing that Tesla was highly uncomfortable, Grimmjow took it upon himself to leave the premise "…I'll get ya off the hook this time, Tesla…heh…see ya later, guys…" he took the hard candy with him, sticking it in his mouth on the way out.
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After his morning dose of alcohol and teasing his friend's fraccion, Grimmjow strolled around the halls of Las Noches in search of something to do. He had at least an hour before he was to meet up with Tousen, and he most definitely dreaded this.
"Grimmjoww..." a somewhat familiar voice beckoned.
The sexta turned to pay attention for the caller "Eh...what?" his eyes gleamed with the lighting and his bronzed face wore no particular expression.
"Geez...what's into you?" she asked, with her two other fraccion members standing close by.
"Dunno. I'm bored…'an I been thinkin' bout stuff…"
"You? Thinking?"
"Hey! Shut your trap! I can think too…stupid, woman…" he shot the ladies an exasperated glare.
"Don't you call me stupid…" Apache held a fist up challengingly.
"Eh…yer no threat…" Grimmjow shrugged. "…B'sides…I got important things to worry about now…"
"Oh, right…" Mila-Rose coughed, which then turned into a laugh.
"Sometimes I wonder if he'll get tired'a me..." he thought aloud, frowning, and taking a seat with the females.
"Who?" Mila asked, knowingly, just about.
"Ah! Uh...nothin...nothin...I didn't mean it!" Jeagerjaques felt himself blushing; a sweat broke out onto his brow.
"Hm...is that right?" the dark-skinned fraccion smirked and leaned in closer to the Espada.
"Yea...sure...whatever..." he huffed and crossed his arms.
"So...you really think that nobody knows about you and Ulquiorra-san? Honestly?" her lips curved into a taut little smirk.
"What the FUCK? Now everyone knows?!" he growled and shook Mila by the shoulders.
"Hey, hey...settle down!" she scowled and wrenched herself from Grimmjow's clutches. "It's not like anyone cares!"
Grimmjow froze. "Wait. What?"
"Yes. Nobody really cares. So what if you guys suck each other's dicks? It's...not like it's rare around here." She tilted her face up as she described this; her golden irises sparkled from the providing lighting. Her statement was true, as she had stumbled upon quite a few male/male encounters throughout Las Noches.
"HEY! We do NOT!"
"Hmp. Grimmjow. I'm not stupid...and nobody else is, either. Well…some are. But really…you guys were doing well at hiding it before…but you let yourselves go after a while…"
"So...what's it like?" Apache chimed in.
"Are you on top?"
"HEY. One question at a time, ladies..."
Sun-sun smiled warmly, presenting her interest of male on male relations "Does Ulquiorra-san like to kiss you?"
"A-ahh...uh...well...I guess..." Grimmjow's eyes searched the ground, reminiscing how nice it felt to do that.
"You never said if you were on top or not?" Mila demanded.
"YEA I'm on top. What the fuck kinda question was that?"
"Do you go down on him?"
"Ugh! Y-yea..." he kicked his feet and waved his fists "I don't see how this shit relates to anythin!"
"Wow...Grimmjow...I just never would imagine you sucking anyone's cock. I guess you've done it all, right?" Mila winked at the sexta, bringing back memories between the two.
"Ahh...shut UP. I was drunk as hell that night, damn it!"
"Suuure you were."
"Hey! Shut up, woman. We aint talkin' about this anymore!" he stood to his feet, as if he were making plans to depart.
"Hmp. Fine, fine. You're always such a complainer."
"Yea, so. But anyways...I actually need you girls to do me a favor." The sexta's eyes bounced between the three girls.
Mila smirked "Grimmjow....so forward...."
"NOT THAT TYPE OF FAVOR, YOU IDIOT!"
"Well then what kind of favor?" Apache put a hand on her hip and angled her head to the side, allowing her short hair to sway around.
"Okay. Well...basically...just follow me around. I need to get Ulquiorra nice 'n jealous. So...just hang all over me, and feel free to touch as much as ya want." this wasn't a half bad plan, in his opinion. Jeagerjaques grinned, basking in the glory of his genius scheme.
"NO WAY." Apache was the first to comment "I am not about to have Ulquiorra-san release his wrath on me."
"Aw...he aint gonna do shit. He's..." before the sexta could finish, Apache answered.
"Fat? Yea, we know. Nice job, by the way."
"HEY! How th' hell was I supposed to know he had girly innards? Like that's my fault?" he fumed, glaring at the females.
"Well...I suppose we can follow you...but Halibel-sama isn't going to like that so much." Sun-sun intervened, trying to resolve the yelling and conflict.
"Fuck her. She can answer to ME if she don't like that shit. What's the worst that she can do?" Grimmjow questioned.
Mila chuckled "You...have NO idea..."
"Pft. She's just a chick. Whatever. It aint a big ass deal. So...you gals are in, then?"
"Sure..." they all agreed, in a tired unison.
"Good." Grimmjow cracked his knuckles and rubbed at his cheeks.
"So...speaking of Halibel-sama..." Mila began "...how about you give me some pointers, Grimmjow?"
"Uh...I haven't fucked her. Seriously. I wouldn't lie about that." He met eyes with Mila, showing his honesty.
"NO, dummy! I...mean for me to do to her." Her lips turned down into an annoyed scowl, and she flipped her long wavy hair over her shoulder.
"Oh. Shit. Uh...well damn. You're into pussy, girl?" Grimmjow's face lit up, and he was displaying his trademark smile. This…was relevant to his interests…
"....yea." She turned on her heels, so she did not have to be faced with the sexta anymore.
"Well, that makes ya cooler already. Shit....uh...let's see...what do ya wanna know?" he started to walk, hoping they'd follow as they promised to do.
"Anything. I...need to be perfect for her..."
"Oh PLEASE!" Apache shoved Mila over "Don't ya know Halibel-sama is mine?"
"No, she's MINE!"
"Mine!"
"N-never!"
"You two...are being very immature right now. Halibel-sama enjoys each of us equally, I am sure." Sun-sun covered her mouth with her sleeve, and watched her fellow fraccion.
"F…Fuck." Grimmjow sputtered "...I...had no idea ya girls wanted to fuck each other so bad? I aint gonna lie...that's pretty hot..." he made it into the next room, with the trio trailing behind him. Not even five minutes later, Grimmjow could sense his lover's reiatsu nearby.
"Okay ladies...do your part, here he comes..." Grimmjow whispered, so he would not be heard from a specific someone.
"Uh...sure..." Mila carefully wrapped a hand around the sexta's firm bicep. Once the Cuarta stepped foot in the spacious room, Mila-Rose made certain to cling at Grimmjow's arm. "So, Grimmjow...how do you get so strong?"
Sun-Sun and Apache sweat-dropped at her bad acting and cheesy line and stepped close to the handsome male Espada. "Hey...can I...uh...touch your muscle?" Apache asked, trying not to sound entirely repulsed by the idea.
"I guess...I mean...I'll let ya do it once, and that's it. But ya girls have GOT to quit followin' me around like this..." Jeagerjaques smirked, acting like he didn't see Ulquiorra standing just about thirteen meters away. "...I'm a taken man..."
"Oh! No fairr..." Mila whined, hugging Grimmjow's arm and even rubbing her face against it.
"Hey, what can I say?" the sexta Espada started walking, with one of the female fraccion attached and the other two in tow behind him. Once they exited the room and got into the hallway, Mila yanked herself away from Grimmjow's bicep. "Oh, don't act like you hated doing that..." he shot her an amused sidelong glance.
"So how long do we have to do this?" Apache inquired, almost coming off to be choleric.
"Jus' keep followin' me around today...it's kinda nice, actually." he paused "So...uh...did he look real pissed at all? I didn't want to make anything seem obvious by seein' for myself..."
"Well...he did not look happy." Sun-Sun recalled.
"Eh...dun worry. If he's gonna hurt anyone, it'll be me."
"It better be!" Apache and Mila-Rose shouted in sync.
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"Focus, Grimmjow…" Tousen rapped a Braille dictionary over the sexta's head. "…and remember to pronunciate…" the commander smirked, loving every minute of this.
"Grrr no way! Fuck that! I aint doin' this!" Grimmjow scrambled to his feet.
"Wonderweiss…" Kaname's voice rang nimbly "…if you would, please…"
The blonde Arrancar beamed, jumping up and down "Sure, sure!" he grasped Grimmjow's hands and zapped him with some cero.
"HEY!!! You little shit!!!" Grimmjow jerked his hand back and blew on it. "That time, it stung! What the fuck?? This shouldn't be allowed!"
Tousen stood tall, allowing the wind to catch his braids as he twirled the stem of a flower over in his fingertips. "Now that isn't the attitude a father should exhibit. Remember…be honorable…maintain your thoughts and be regardful…" Kaname handed the flower to Margera, who gasped and stuck its petals in his mouth; he blushed happily.
"Yea…so." Grimmjow stuck his foot into the ground, disrupting the soil. "I dun get the point'a this…"
"The point…" Kaname lectured "…is to develop much needed attributes necessary for dealing with a smaller life-form. Responsibility…is what we are aiming to improve." He set his book down carefully, and then became seated next to it. "You…I will say, have come quite a way. I credit you for this."
"Eh…whatever. How much longer we got left?" Grimmjow slanted his eyes to view the sky above him. All he could fantasize about was Ulquiorra…lying on his back with that guise of rapture on his flushed face, just whining for more in complete bliss. He loved how Schiffer looked when they had sex. It was beautiful.
"Grim…" he panted, curving his body upward, rubbing against Grimmjow, with the yearning for further ministrations. "You…feel so wonderful…" he whispered, even reaching down to touch himself. At this point, his cock would be dripping…and the foreskin retracted itself, for the most part.
"Fuck, you're so hot…" Grimmjow mentioned, pushing his lover's hand out of the way so that he may take over.
"Grimmjow…did you…not hear my answer?" Tousen had snapped his fingers several times in front of Grimmjow's face, due to his sudden quiescence. (Which, of course, was highly uncommon.) Wonderweiss peered up at the Espada, observing his features.
"His face's all red, Tousen-sama…'an he's makin' funny faces…"
"Hm…is that right? Well…go ahead and zap him again…I permit this." Kaname ruffled Margera's hair fondly.
"Kay!" he grabbed Grimmjow's hand and did what was asked of him.
"HEY!" Jeagerjaques pushed the kid over and grimaced, as his 'happy thoughts' were shattered. Wonderweiss wailed as his rump hit the ground. Kaname knelt to assist the little Arrancar, taking his hand to bring the boy to his feet.
"All right. That is enough. Grimmjow…" Tousen patted Margera's back to alleviate any discomfort "…I most certainly hope you will not treat your new child in such a way…"
"Ehh…the kid aint even here yet…" The sexta stepped on a flower, watching its vibrant petals poke out from under his foot helplessly.
"Yes, but it will be soon. And that is why you need to consider logical courses of action." He cleared his throat "Now…Grimmjow…we'll cut things short today, because I can sense how terribly you crave your mate…"
Jeagerjaques growled low in his throat and clenched his fists at his sides, slightly tugging at his hakama. "Man…jus…shut up and let's get this over with…"
Kaname nodded "Of course." He squeezed his hollow companion's shoulder "…you ready, Wonderweiss?"
"Yep!"
"All right…go ahead…" Tousen smiled, aware of how Grimmjow dreaded this portion of their day.
Wonderweiss skipped lightly on his toes toward the Espada and sprightly leapt on top of Grimmjow's shoulders, sitting there tranquilly. "Let's go!" he commanded, pleased that he was able to get away with this.
"Ugggghhhh…." Grimmjow groaned, digging his feet into the soft ground as he walked. This part was ultimately humiliating, and he would not miss being dispersed from having to do this. "Your gettin' heavy…ya brat…" he insulted, though it was hardly true. Tousen simply shook his head and followed behind them. It was difficult to admit, but Kaname had a feeling that Grimmjow would turn out to possibly be a halfway decent father…
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After training together, Nnoitra enjoyed the short interval of rest before having to return to Szayel's lab. He was seated with Tesla mighty close by.
"Nnoitra-sama…is there anything I can do for you? Or…anything you need?" the fraccion asked brightly, bashfully dabbing at his Espada's arm.
"Uh…naw, I dun think so…but thanks…" he closed his eye and discharged a lengthy breath of air. Tesla was cute, he'd come to confess, but…he was not Szayel. "…uh…maybe I should get goin' actually…"
The blonde nodded with comprehension and rose to his feet, stretching out as this was achieved. "Hmm…well…tomorrow, are we repeating the same exercise as today?" his eyes, which nearly resembled Szayel's, veered over to meet Nnoitra's.
"Uh…yea. Sure. Same time, same place…got it?" he pivoted around to walk away.
"Yes, I'll see you then!" Tesla called out with a wave (as if Nnoitra would be able to see that), swiveling on his feet to travel in his own direction. Honestly, he was extraordinarily jealous that his Lord was in a relationship with someone other than himself. For the longest time, he'd envisioned them together…only to become disappointed with the outcome. Indubitably, in the back of his mind, Tesla was aware that there would be that opportunity of not hooking up with Nnoitra. Nevertheless, the fraccion was very disheartened by all of this. Tesla even abstained so that if the given chance was in his favor, Nnoitra could be his first. He sighed. "How pathetic…" he murmured, under his breath.
As soon as Tesla rounded the corner, he performed a rather skillful sidestep to avoid bumping into Stark. Immediately bowing, Tesla was ready to apologize for something he did not even do…but was convinced that it was his fault. The poor thing was just in a horrible, forlorn mood.
Stark plainly watched the fraccion, wondering why he chose to show his respects unlike other fraccion members would. Either way, he didn't care what the guy did. It…really just did not affect him to any degree. "You do not have to do that…" he apprised, rubbing at the back of his head "…you did nothing wrong."
Tesla nodded and raised his head, looking at Stark through his blonde hair. "Right…I…" Inadvertently, the Arrancar was at a loss for words. Why was this? His cheeks pinked up as he looked into Stark's eyes. They, despite their obtuse luster, were so deep and alluring to him. Why was he thinking this? Was his heart calling out for attention after feeling so distraught?
"It is fine…" he covered his mouth and yawned, walking past Tesla. "...see you around…"
Tesla perked up a bit, even smiling scarcely. See…him around? "I'd…like that…" he breathed. Strangely, he felt as if he betrayed Nnoitra by allowing himself to possibly find an attraction in the Primera. He could not help himself…he had a thing for brunettes.
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After a long day of Tousen and odd jobs, Grimmjow was rightfully tired. He was positively ready to lie down, relax, and possibly have sex with Ulquiorra. Smiling and nodding as he thought about this, the sexta Espada strode through the corridor with that confident appeal he often portrayed. Of course, sex was an amazing thing…and he was fortunate enough to have it whenever he felt the urge. (Or…whenever Ulquiorra said yes.) These days, he was hearing a lot of the word 'no'.
Quickly, his smile contorted into the opposite countenance and his body language did the same. He wished that Ulquiorra would proceed to thirst for him like he used to. Schiffer recurrently offered the excuse that his condition altered his usual feelings and needs, thus making him a lot more languorous. Grimmjow did not understand this, since he was constantly horny and…not carrying a miniature life-form around inside of his body.
The sexta stalked around the corridors, on the way back to his room. He figured Ulquiorra would be there waiting, as usual. He rather liked having someone to…look forward to, at the end of a shitty day. After a few more steps upon entering a large open room, Grimmjow shockingly found Ulquiorra sitting down reading some papers. "H-hey…I was just thinking about ya…" the sexta walked over to him. "What're ya doin here?"
"Hm…surely, I find that hard to believe…" Ulquiorra's eyes didn't even part from the pages they were glued to. "And besides…it doesn't really matter what I am doing here. But…if you must know, I am taking a rest to review some of these notes Szayel issued to me."
Grimmjow frowned and stroked Ulquiorra's cheek with his thumb. "Well...ya dun gotta be a dick to me…"
"I am not." He arched out of Grimmjow's touch, choosing not to visually attest to him.
"Uh…yea you are…what are ya pissed at now?" Jeagerjaques gently gathered up Ulquiorra, who did not put up a fight, to his feet.
"How about you ask your female friends that question…" his green eyes wandered upward to meet his lover's almost…shyly.
Busting out laughing, Grimmjow hugged Ulquiorra close. "Aw! Ya jealous?"
Glowering and shooting daggers at his partner, Ulquiorra shoved the other Espada away. "That is not humorous."
"I'm sorry babe…I…jus can't get those chicks to quit followin' me…I dunno what it is…"
Ulquiorra touched his own arm as his gaze dropped to the intricately designed floor tiles, tracing the lines with his pupils "…it is because you are very attractive, no doubt…" his tone was quiet and sullen.
"Heh…stop bein' so cute 'an c'mere…" he took Ulquiorra's hands and drew him closely, kissing at his dainty nose. "Ya know I aint lookin' at 'em like that…right?"
Appearing to be un-amused, Ulquiorra dispensed a small sigh and nibbled at his lip. "I…suppose…"
"Yea, now stop bein' like that…'an gimme some damn sugar…" Grimmjow eliminated any other pesky space that isolated them and wrapped his arms protectively around Schiffer's small frame. The sexta smirked, consequent to feeling that familiar yet firm protrusion rubbing against him. Truly, he forecasted his lover to blow up exceptionally…but his state of being was not verily evident. Ulquiorra stared blankly up at Grimmjow, going along with it. Usually he would not get so angry over such a minuscule occurrence, but his hormone level was out of control. Grinning from ear to ear, Jeagerjaques pressed Ulquiorra back against a wall and went about connecting their lips together.
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Wonderweiss and Lilinette had been spending time together recently, which honestly was not a decision of Lilinette herself. She remembered the words of Tousen, loud and clear.
"Wonderweiss needs more interaction with other Arrancar. I have asked you to be of assistance, because I see you as a helpful candidate. This, by no means, is to be taken lightly..."
She sighed and tugged the kid by the arm. "Stop draggin' your feet...ugh...c'mon, or else we'll never finish this task..." Go figure she had to do all of the work to complete these silly assignments for her superior. Wonderweiss was about as useful as Stark when it came to actually getting things done. The petite fraccion was not entirely sure if it was because the kid was lazy, or if he was just plain stupid. "WHOA!" she blurted out at random, from the shocking sight of two Espada kissing in the far distance. Immediately, she smacked a hand over her mouth and used her free arm to snake it around Wonderweiss; she yanked them both behind a couple faux bushes. "Now...keep quiet..." she hissed."...before they spot us. Hopefully, we can make a freakin' run for it..."
As Lilinette plotted their escape, Wonderweiss was glued on the action ahead. Grimmjow pressed Ulquiorra against that white, stone, wall and began to rub at his middle section, which looked like a small bump, and brought their lips back together. Lilinette twisted her lips into an uncomfortable frown. "Eww..." she whispered "...never thought those two would hook up..." Wonderweiss didn't say anything, as his eyes were large and his mouth was open ajar; this intrigued him.
As the kiss deepened, each party seemed as if they sincerely enjoyed themselves. Grimmjow had separated Ulquiorra's leg by his knee, and rubbed at his lover's crotch with it. Ulquiorra, once he would get too aroused, would tip his head back and break free from their kiss to whimper softly. "Grim...let's...go to the room..." he panted, tugging at the sexta's ears."...before someone comes along..."
Margera's child-like face was a deep crimson, and his breathing level had increased. There...was an awkward, but strangely familiar sensation occurring between his legs. This has happened before, when Tousen would unintentionally get closer to him...or when he woke up in the morning. He bit at his lip, wondering what to do. This problem was not disappearing...and his male-part was throbbing, as if it were begging for contact. Whining and not being able to take it anymore, the small Arrancar made a run for it. Lilinette was left behind with a stupefied expression on her face.
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Wonderweiss fled through the desolate halls with worry, searching for the one man who would always solve his problems with little or no question.
"T-tousen..." he breathed out, hands resting on his knees as he halted in front of the closed door. Since Kaname had verbally given the boy permission to enter his quarters whenever necessary, the hollow took his chance. His tiny fingers curled around the door knob, carefully turning it clockwise, to slowly push the door open. Poking his head in the gaping space to sample the room, Wonderweiss noticed that perhaps his Lord was sleeping. It was a dark and calm atmosphere, and a gentle breeze even kissed his nose...as if it were welcoming him inside. While the familiar aroma danced around him, the small Arrancar shuffled his feet over to where he could locate Tousen's relaxed body. Getting excited, Margera crawled right into the Commander's bed and snuggled him happily. Recognizing the reiatsu, Kaname sighed in his partial slumber and brought a hand to cover the little hollow's back; it was not the first time Wonderweiss snuck into his bed. "T-Tousen-s-sama..." he stuttered, trying to get the elder's attention.
"Hm?" he murmured, still half asleep.
"H-help...please..." he implored, nuzzling Tousen's neck happily.
"What...is it?" Tousen moved to sit up, but realized the boy was just about melted into his own frame as if it were a mold of some sort. "Are you all right?" he whispered with much concern.
"Dunno...I...s-saw...Espada put lips together...in the hallway..." he clung to Tousen, shivering.
"Hm..." Tousen went to wrap a blanket over them "...it is called 'kissing'..." he informed, in a soft tone. "People do it when they wish to show affection toward one another."
"Oh..." Wonderweiss replied, tracing his finger on Kaname's mocha coloured cheek. "...they put their tongues in their mouths...'an made noises..." he kept on, with a very timid voice.
"Yes, that is a form of kissing. Making noise is very natural." he brought his fingertips to sift through Margera's silky blonde hair as he spoke "...but do not copy what they do, Wonderweiss. Do not let them influence you..."
"B-but....I wanna...it looked fun...and it made me feel good to see it..."
"Wonderweiss…do not talk that way. It is in bad taste..." Kaname could feel himself blushing as he tried to reprimand the curious hollow.
"B-but...I dun get it...between my legs...what does it do?" he asked, genuinely, looking up at Tousen's face.
Kaname coughed, incredulous that he was having this conversation with the boy in the first place "I-it...well, it is your..." he paused, to think. What, exactly, WAS it? If he is a hollow, what would it be called...other than a penis? He was surprised that the hollows even had functioning penises, for one thing. "...hm...I'm sure you know what it is. What it does? I...am not quite certain I understand your question, Wonderweiss..."
"It feels funny..." the hollow explained "...kinda good. It...gets big!" he demonstrated, taking Kaname's hands and doing the motion so he would understand.
"All right, I believe I know what you are getting at." Tousen nodded. So Wonderweiss was having erections and did not know why? He was touched at the boy's innocence.
"Yea...happens when we're close..." he admitted "...like this..." his tone was barely audible, indicating that he was embarrassed. However, he was honest.
"Oh. Is...that right?" Kaname did not know what else to say. Great. So the hollow got aroused from being around him? Interesting...
"Uh huh...'an when somethin touches it..." he shifted, which allowed Kaname to feel the small and hard erection that belonged to Wonderweiss "...it feels...g-good..."
"Wonderweiss..." Tousen sighed, striving ever so dramatically to get a grip here. "These are all natural sensations...but...you must overcome them....for now, anyways."
"But why?"
"Because...this is not the right time or place." Kaname patted the Arrancar's head, to put him at ease. What was he supposed to do? Encourage masturbation? Never before did the Commander think he would be faced with such a task.
"I...dun get it..." he whined, burying his face into Tousen's neck.
"I know...but please. Maybe tomorrow, I can better explain this to you. So you will comprehend the situation in a clear fashion." he calmly stroked Margera's back, with hopes to coax him into a peaceful sleep.
"Kay...but I wanna show ya somethin..." Kaname prepared himself. Each time Wonderweiss said this, he would grasp the elder's hands and literally show him in that way.
"Fine. As long as you promise it is not indecent." he paused, figuring to break it down so that it was well known "...as in, proper. No exposure of your personal parts, please."
Wonderweiss flushed fiercely "N-no...n-not that..."
"Okay, good. So... what is it you wanted to show me?" he smiled, recalling how sweet it was of the Arrancar to take his hands and depict things in that nature. Not only was it thoughtful, but he had gotten pretty skilled at illustrating certain points in such a way; it was a fine method of communication.
"This..." Wonderweiss, with trembling fingers, shyly touched Kaname's cheeks and hovered over the blind man "...I learned..." he then placed his delicate and pure lips against the other, unsuspecting, pair.
Gasping in shock, Tousen instinctively wrapped his arms around the hollow's petite frame to pull him closer. He hadn't joined lips with anyone in ages, but for some reason...this seemed like it made all the sense in his existence, and that it was supposed to happen. It was then...that he decided to kiss back. Slowly...and gently.
"Mmm..." Wonderweiss mimicked from Ulquiorra's prior reaction while he was making out with Grimmjow; he wanted to show Kaname that he liked being kissed also.
As soon as he discerned what he was doing, and that it was possibly very wrong, Tousen pulled away. "A-ah...Wonderweiss..." he stammered, touching at his mouth. "P-perhaps...we should sleep now?"
"I wanna do the thing with our lips some more..." Margera cuddled at Kaname, playing with his long braided hair.
"Kissing?"
"Uh huh..." he nodded, anxiously.
"N-no. Not now. I...we...probably shouldn't do that again. I am sorry..." he frowned and laid back, wishing it wasn't this difficult to turn the boy down.
"Whyy?" the hollow wondered, nudging against Kaname. "You said it's what happens when...affection is showed..."
"Yes, and it is. But the sad part is that we could get into trouble for that, okay?"
"Nooo...I dun wanna..." Wonderweiss complained, kicking his feet a little bit.
"I know...so that is why it cannot happen anymore..." he took the boy's hand and rubbed their fingers together so that it would calm him down.
"Noo...I...I...dun wanna stop..."
"Hm." Tousen nodded again, in deep thought. "Wonderweiss. Can you be good for me and make one promise?"
"Anything!" he squeezed the man's fingers tightly.
"Get a good night's rest...and be prepared, with your mind as well as your body, to discuss this tomorrow." he pressed a tender kiss on the boy's forehead "....can you do that for me?"
"Uh huh!"
"Thank you. Now…let's get some rest..." he put his chin on top of the Arrancar's blonde head and began to drift back into a much needed night's sleep.
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Stark was lying on his back, snoozing silently as he usually preferred. Lilinette wasted no time at all to interrupt the Espada's slumber.
"Hey Stark!" the small girlish fraccion exclaimed, sliding next him. "Wake up!"
He groaned and rolled away from her, hoping she would find something else to do. "Not right now...maybe later..."
"Aww c'mon Stark..." she began poking at his sides in tiny little jabs. "I'm bored..."
Sighing, the Primera Espada sat up unhurriedly and made positive to use each second to its fullest. "You have my attention..." he yawned and rubbed at his cheek. "It must be something important..." he included in a very sarcastic tone of voice.
"Yea, it is." she stuck out her face in a moue, booting at Stark's hard abdominal muscles.
"Okay..." his expression was dull and rather inattentive, moreover.
"So..." she started, leaning against the Espada "...I caught Grimmjow an' Ulquiorra kissin' in the hallway..."
Trying not to sound surprised, Stark responded "...and this was important?"
"Well 'least I know the rumors are true now."
"Rumors?"
"Yea Stark. Remember I told ya them?"
"Ah. Well...it's too troublesome. I never thought twice of it." he gazed out the window as he spoke to his fraccion.
"Yea...and everyone's sayin' that Grimmjow somehow knocked up Ulquiorra! Just like a girl! Isn't that weird?" she practically elbowed Stark in the face as she reclined against him.
"This would possibly explain Ulquiorra's size. Now...can I go back to sleep?" his eyelids, hardly opened, surveyed his surroundings before he chose to lie back down. Lilinette sighed and plopped down directly next to the older male, pulling at his hair.
"Not till ya answer a question…" she was smiling cheekily, battling the urge to break free with laughter.
"…hurry up, then. Before I fall asleep…can't this wait?" he argued with fatigue, scratching his goatee.
"Nope. So…who'd ya do the most outta this entire place?" she now couldn't help herself and fell into a giggle fest.
"Ugh…I never really thought about it. There. Now I'm going to sleep…" he pulled a blanket over his head, as that was his final answer. Actually, the thought grazed his mind a couple of times…but he was too tired to bring it up. Not to mention, he really did not feel like it. In fact, he did not feel like doing much. Certainly, if he'd wanted to ever seek something…he could get what he pleased. However, his motives did not quite land in that genre too often. Strangely, now, for an odd measure, Stark began to imagine what it could be like to achieve this feat with a couple particular individuals…
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Meanwhile, in the confines of his personal quarters, Grimmjow stroked the sides of Ulquiorra's delicate face as the other Espada nuzzled against his swollen manhood. The Cuarta was being obedient, carrying out his lover's earlier demand. "Aah…damn, keep goin'…yer doin' great…" the sexta encouraged, threading his fingers through Schiffer's soft locks of hair.
Ulquiorra exhaled, cupping his hands around his lover's girthy erection to place doting little kisses along its vastness. He was entranced at Grimmjow's cock, and was gradually getting himself used to being around it so much. Between his legs, his own manhood throbbed and filled out nicely as he paid such intimate attention to his lover's. Opening his mouth, Ulquiorra slid his tongue overtop of the slit on Grimmjow's dick…which was raw, and leaking, from being toyed with. Jeagerjaques had a unique flavor unlike anything the fourth had ever tested, and he found that it was an insatiable delicacy. Not even realizing this, Ulquiorra was panting and moaning softly as he rubbed his wet little tongue up and down Grimmjow's shaft. This compelled the sexta to view this with alert eyes. Ulquiorra probably did not have the best of experience, but he could definitely put on a show. Though, lately, Schiffer had been willingly providing more blow-jobs than usual…which helped accumulate an improvement.
Before anything else, Ulquiorra suckled on two of his fingers while seductively peeking into Grimmjow's stunning blue eyes. Knowing exactly what was going to happen, the sexta braced himself as Schiffer's lubricated fingers teased along his sensitive perineum…provoking it again and again.
"A-ahh…damn…" Grimmjow bit down on his lower lip and bowed his head. Hell knows how Ulquiorra was able to find and stimulate that spot on him…but he was not about to complain.
The Cuarta licked at his digits once more for good measure, and pursued that location in a gentle swipe as he glided his fingers down to his lover's entrance in an easy, and swift, gesture. Not taken by surprise, Grimmjow sighed and opened his legs a little to accept the penetration. He learned that it wasn't half bad…since it felt amazing to have his prostate gland excited. He…just kept that a secret from all others.
Scissoring his fingers inside of his lover very steadily, Ulquiorra utilized his free hand and wrapped it around the base of Grimmjow's erection. He parted his lips and lowered himself over the spacious tip, carefully inching as much as he could into his mouth. He remembered to inhale through his nose very calmly, so he would not get overwhelmed. Successfully being capable of getting beyond the half-way point, Ulquiorra pulled back to the tip, sucked on it a few times, and then eventually repeated the motion. His appendages arched and scraped against Grimmjow's prostate, sending thrills up the sexta's frame…directly to his cock.
"F-fuck!" he cried out, thrusting himself deeper inside of Ulquiorra's dripping mouth. This was it…he could barely take it anymore. "Ul…Ulqui…orra…?" Grimmjow was shocked at himself, for his inability to speak. It seemed as if he were hanging on by just a mere string, as if his orgasm were going to explode at any second. There was no way he'd let himself come this soon.
"Hm?" he hummed, retracting himself to the head of Grimmjow's erection, lapping his tongue very slowly over it, and staring up at his lover the entire time.
"Ah…f-fuck…" he shuddered and collapsed backward on his bed. "…c-come…up…here…now!"
Blinking, Ulquiorra did as he was told. "Are…you all right?" he asked.
"Yes…jus…c'mere…we're gonna do that thing I showed ya before…when we lay ontop'a each other…remember?" The sexta was breathing in short huffs of air, trying to explain this.
"Right…I recall it…" Ulquiorra nodded.
"Kay…now shuddup 'an get to it..." Jeagerjaques rested on his back, while Ulquiorra cautiously positioned himself over his pulsating erection. Possessing self-issues, Schiffer had removed his hakama…but kept his jacket on, because his body rather disgusted him these days. Not even requiring a word of command, Ulquiorra gripped his lover's cock with both hands and licked up and down. Shivering, Grimmjow took the Cuarta's dick inside of his mouth with absolutely no problem. It was slender and simple to handle, no matter what angle he was at. The sexta's eyelids flickered shut as the pleasure he received coaxed and influenced him to give the same in return. Ulquiorra whimpered, only being able to kiss along Grimmjow's thick manhood, nearly feeling greedy, as he was being sucked and licked as if he were made of candy; it was bliss.
Once accustomed to the situation, Schiffer began to bob his head over Grimmjow's dick to the highest of his efforts; he was determined to make the other come. Simultaneously, Jeagerjaques impaled Ulquiorra's shaft with saliva-coated lips in rapid jerks. The foreskin of the Cuarta's cock moved right along with his partner's mouth, rolling off and on the sensitive head…which was tingling from the sensation of being sucked. Each time the sexta's tongue swiped over his tip, Ulquiorra's cock tightened up…feeling fatter than before, just welling up with an insane magnitude of pleasure. Caressing Jeagerjaques' balls, Ulquiorra's cries were muffled by the obvious intruder. His erection quivered and sent a few hot streams of semen to hit the back of Grimmjow's throat, which were swallowed in reflex. Licking his lips with much satisfaction, Grimmjow kissed Ulquiorra's tired manhood and went about regaining his usual respiration pattern.
Once his body faltered and fell limp with exhaustion, Schiffer struggled to deliver oral sex to his partner. He clutched around the bottom of Grimmjow's cock and sucked it feverishly, hoping that he would push the other over the edge. Grimmjow squirmed, shaking weakly, as Ulquiorra's tongue wiggled and tempted his member into submission. As if he were being lured into a trap, the sexta gasped out from the sensation of the moist little tongue wrapping around his rigid shaft and dancing along with that saucy pair of lips. It was over for him. Grimmjow gripped Ulquiorra's leg, which was the closest (and most acceptable) item to hold onto that was nearby.
"A-aah…baby…I'm…gonna cum…." He warned, sucking in a sharp breath of air as his ejaculate flooded the Cuarta's opened mouth. Ulquiorra almost sighed, being used to this procedure by now, whilst consuming the familiar fluids. Keeping some leftover, Ulquiorra used the remainder of his strength to flip his body so that he was facing Grimmjow. Barely realizing what was going on, as he was disoriented and delirious from the world ending orgasm, Jeagerjaques hardly noticed when Ulquiorra's lips were covering his…and spreading the joy. He groaned in surprise and swallowed his very own substance. "D-damn…" he muttered, poking Schiffer's tongue with his "…yer…real freaky baby…"
"Hm…you have done that to me before, have you not?" he rested his face in the crook between Grimmjow's neck and shoulder. "I learned that from you…"
"Yea? So? Dun mean ya gotta try it on ME…"
"Hm…well, your life is full of surprises…isn't it?" Ulquiorra's green eyes twinkled in amusement. Grimmjow would have retorted, but at this point…did he have to?
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Author's Note time!
Wow...so...uh...don't kill me?
Holy fuckshit this thing was over 10,000 words long!!!!! I just wanted to announce that. Excuse my foul language. I blame Grimmjow.
I figured to end this installment with a good 'ol 69. Haven't written one of those before...and let me tell you...it took FOREVER!
Also, I know this chapter was a test run for some new pairings. Random ones, I know. But hey...if you didn't already know...that is how I do.
Depending on what you think I may or may not continue them. Who knows?
Don't shoot me over it, okay? I...know a few people requested the pairings, and I thought it made sense. (Or...as much sense as this fic COULD make, am I right?)
Erm...I tried to add in a lot of different people this time around, as you could see. Some...I didn't get the chance to squeeze in. Maybe next go? We'll see.
Ideas that I used....Let me dish some credit out to....PurpleAvacado (I always use your ideas, you know?) I can't help it...you rock, boo. I liked the little dialogue you wrote between Grim and Tousen...and the smacking of the dictionary. Very fitting. -nod-
I got a LOT of Stark requests...so...there! You got him! And...I see some Gin requests too? He's coming, don't worry. Aizen too. There. Spoiler.
Sorry if anyone slipped out of character...I am getting back into the swing of writing again after being on vacation so please go easy on me.
Again, if anyone has suggestions...feel free!
I am pretty laid back and I love hearing them. PM me! I love that!
Oh...and don't forget to review! I...love those too.
xoxoxoxo
_Yu-san_