(A/N: please tell me if you find any spelling/grammar/whatever errors. I decided "eff editing!")
Chapter 4
Ulquiorra turned off the tap and sighed. His mind felt a whole lot clearer now, and the emotional breakdown seemed like it was years in the past. After drying off his hair and body, Ulquiorra wrapped his towel around his waist and opened the door to the room, letting out a burst of steam in his wake. He casually strolled to his dresser, in between a staring match between Grimmjow, who was sitting on the foot of Ulquiorra's bed, and Nyan-chan, who was crouching on top of the dresser. Ulquiorra rolled his eyes. Really, Grimmjow, a staring contest with a cat? Ulquiorra opened the dresser doors to grab some clothes, Nyan-chan's paws following. She fell off of the dresser, landing on Ulquiorra's bare chest, red gashes where her claws fell. Ulquiorra stumbled backwards and fell, a muffled "oof" coming from behind him. Ulquiorra's eyes widened. His back was flush with Grimmjow's chest, and it was warm. Ulquiorra blushed. He went to get up but Grimmjow's tanned arms wrapped around Ulquiorra's pale chest, holding him down. "G-Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra stuttered, his face turning a darker shade of pink. For the third time in twenty four hours, Ulquiorra asked "W-what are you doing?"
Grimmjow hugged Ulquiorra tighter. "I don't know. It just feels right." Grimmjow sighed, letting his body relax. It felt nice, holding the smaller man like this. He never would have thought of doing it, but his arms had acted on instinct, almost. There was also the subconscious desire to dominate over the man, especially in battle, but if he couldn't fight him, then he could at least have this, right? To have Ulquiorra in his arms was just as good, if not better.
Ulquiorra slowly relaxed. Grimmjow is warm… I guess I could lie here for a little longer… He closed his eyes and let everything go, he was calm, at peace, and he didn't even remember the pink tint that still stained his cheeks. Ulquiorra opened his eyes, and asked softly, "Grimmjow, will you let me go? Please?" The please was almost a breath, and it could barely be heard. Grimmjow sighed and loosened his grip. He figured that this would happen. And now Ulquiorra would order him to get out of his room, tell him to take his damn cat and never see him again, that they would never fight each other, never talk to each other, or anything. Grimmjow didn't quite know why, but it made him sad to think about. Grimmjow still stayed there, on the bed, while Ulquiorra got up. He was going to stay here until Ulquiorra commanded him to leave, and even then he wouldn't go without a fight… their last fight. Grimmjow was surprised by a piece of cool fabric hitting his chest. He sat up, confused.
"The hell are these?"
"They're boxers. Put them on."
"The hell for?"
"Because I'm tired, so we're going to go to sleep, stupid."
Grimmjow removed his eyes from the piece of black fabric, silk boxers. Why the hell did Ulquiorra have silk boxers? Instead, he watched Ulquiorra, who had already started changing. Buttoning the pajama shirt, Ulquiorra climbed past Grimmjow to the head of the bed and snuggled down under the covers. When Ulquiorra made eye contact with a very confused Grimmjow, he smiled and asked, "You sleeping here or not?"
Grimmjow grinned and stood up, dropping his towel and quickly sliding on the boxers. He practically pounced onto the bed, climbing in next to Ulquiorra. At first he kept his distance, taking in Ulquiorra's back, the glossy raven hair, the curve of his body; but then Ulquiorra scooted towards Grimmjow, who wrapped an arm around Ulquiorra's waist and pulled him once again flush, chest to back. Grimmjow snuggled his nose near Ulquiorra's neck, getting comfortable. Ulquiorra shivered slightly at the feel of Grimmjow's breath on his neck. But they both soon found themselves falling asleep to the other's rhythmic breathing.
Already back on top of the dresser, Nyan-chan curled up and purred for a job well done.
Ulquiorra opened his eyes. He felt the rise and fall of the chest in front of him, saw the relaxed face of Grimmjow in front of him, his hair every which way, and he heard that deep rumbling sound coming from somewhere within Grimmjow's chest. Ulquiorra blinked slowly, reveling in the warmth. Biting his lip and blushing at a sudden thought—no, not even a thought, a notion, an instinct, something that was half-formed yet would be acted upon—Ulquiorra leaned towards Grimmjow, lightly brushing the hair out of his face. He brought his lips to rest upon Grimmjow's for a brief second, softly, gently, almost ghosting, before pulling back. He felt Grimmjow shift, and his hand was caught in a vise-like grip. Grimmjow's eyes opened, a smirk plastered on his face for a second before he caught Ulquiorra's lips in a deeper kiss. Ulquiorra was too shocked to move, too shocked to fight back, so he stayed still for a second before melting and moving his lips along with Grimmjow's. As soon as he was breathless, Grimmjow pulled back, releasing a panting Ulquiorra's wrist and uttered two simple words, grin in place, "Good Morning."
Ulquiorra, still blushing, pulled away from Grimmjow, head reeling. Too much; it had been too much. Pushing the covers back and desperately searching his mind for some way out, he couldn't stay in this room with Grimmjow any longer. Looking at the clock he noted that there was twenty minutes until the meeting. Odd… I normally wake up earlier. He walked to the bathroom, however; twenty minutes was plenty of time for a quick shower. He paused at the door and turned around. "Grimmjow. Twenty minutes until the meeting, if you want to shower you should get back to your room fast."
Grimmjow looked at the clock and cursed. "There's not enough time for me to get back there and shower. Let me use your shower, wouldja?"
"There's not enough time for both of us to take a shower, Grimmjow."
"We can take one together, saves time and water that way. There's no way in hell I'm going to that meeting smelling like your room." Nasty disinfectant smell.
"Grimmjow. I am not taking a shower with you. And that is final."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Go take your damned shower then." Grimmjow grumbled, rolling over. As soon as Ulquiorra wouldn't be able to see his face, Grimmjow's expression morphed from sulking to smirking. This is gonna be fun.
Ulquiorra shut the bathroom door, turning on the hot water and stripping. As soon as the room startled to cloud with steam, he stepped into the spray, sighing. Hot water was definitely the best way to start a morning. He was so immersed in the feel of the slight sting that he didn't notice the door open slowly. He did notice, however, when the shower curtain was pulled back, and a grinning Grimmjow stepped behind him. "What do you think you're doing?" Ulquiorra asked, blushing. How many times have I asked this question already? Four? Ulquiorra snapped out of random thought when Grimmjow reached behind him, grabbing the soap.
Smirking, Grimmjow started to clean himself. "Taking a shower, what does it fucking look like?" Pointedly ignoring Grimmjow, Ulquiorra squeezed some shampoo into his palm, rubbing it between his hands before working it onto his scalp. Deftly managing to wash his hair around his mask, he quickly reached the single problem spot in the back. He had to somehow contort his arms to read the hair below and under his helmet-like mask. "Here, let me help you with that." Strong fingers began to massage Ulquiorra's scalp. Dropping his arms to his sides, Ulquiorra melted into the wall. Grimmjow smiled, he had expected more resistance. Grimmjow finished much too quickly, to Ulquiorra's displeasure, and when he opened his mouth to complain, Grimmjow cut him off. "Rinse." Ulquiorra mumbled under his breath but did what he was told, turning around. He instantly regretted it, however, because he received an eyeful of tanned chest. It took everything he had not to glance downwards. Ulquiorra blushed and closed his eyes, trying to swallow the instincts that were pooling up from his stomach. Once his hair was sufficiently rinsed, Ulquiorra spun back around. Grimmjow smirked, finishing up soaping his own hair, pushing Ulquiorra forward with his body to gain access to the stream of water. Grimmjow abruptly pulled back, stepping out of the shower and drying off. He grabbed his clothes and left the small room, leaving a very stunned Ulquiorra behind, water still running. A moment later, Grimmjow popped his head through the door. "Five minutes." Ulquiorra blushed. Right. The meeting. He turned off the tap and dried off, retrieving clothes from the dresser, but not before shooing Nyan-chan away—he was not going through that again. Grimmjow was lounging against the wall near the door, watching Ulquiorra dress and checking the clock every couple seconds. Once Ulquiorra was ready, Grimmjow opened the door and followed Ulquiorra out, firmly closing the door behind them and double-checking that it was shut tight.
By the end of the meeting, Szayel was sure of a few things. One, something was different with both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Two, he was pretty damn sure that Ulquiorra had been blushing this entire time, even if only slightly. And three, Grimmjow kept glancing towards Ulquiorra while Ulquiorra made sure to ignore him. Szayel smirked inwardly, I bet someone's realized their feelings for the other, he mused. He was going to make sure that he watched this play out.
Nyan-chan climbed back onto the dresser as soon as the two men left the room; morning meetings like always. She didn't understand why they had to leave every morning. Mornings were for lounging. But at least there was some… progress… between the two. She could tell that they were supposed to be mates, but Arrancars were always so stupid. They chose reason over pure instinct! She was having fun though, watching these two in their idiotic ways. It was a lot better than wandering out in the sand, or even the strange place she was before that. She yawned and stretched, curling up near the wall. She had to wait another hour before her new favorite playthings came back home, so why not sleep? She drifted off into wonderful dreams of chasing prey.
A/N (Which is pretty much a running commentary!): I'm so mean to Ulqui… While writing that Ulquiorra was wrapping the towel around his waist I was thinking "Hurr it would be funny if Ulquiorra wrapped his towel like a girl." Then I face-palmed. Twice. Hard. AND THEN I HURT HIM. D': Yeah, and then we get to the lovely, cute, utterly cliché bit where Grimmjow wraps his arms around Ulquiorra because "it just feels right." Commence the stoning now, please, because it is Derpy, Derptastic, and as my roommate said "It's the Derpiest!" AND THEN WHEN GRIMMJOW WAS THINKING ABOUT DOMINATING I'M THINKING "If he couldn't pound Ulquiorra's face in, then he could at least pound him into a mattress" and then I was like NO. BAD PHEE. THAT'S AWKWARD ENOUGH IN YOUR HEAD, YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE IT. Sorry for you guys who thought there was going to be smut. There probably never will be. I feel waaaaaaaaay too awkward writing it… (But maybe if you're good and review then in a bonus chapter or later on or something? I don't know. You have to convince me, cause I'm a ho like that. If enough people demand it then I will probably write it, no matter how awkward it makes me feel, and how bad it sounds… it will probably be written…)
Okay, so I know that cat's don't actually purr when they're asleep, they only purr when they're awake or at least half-awake. I know this. But I can bend facts, right? Like having effing cats and milk and whatnot in Hueco Mundo. And Showers. (If they have hollow kitties, they can have hollow cows for hollow milk, right?) Why do I say that I'm not going to write embarrassing things and then write things that embarrass me? I need to be shot. Multiple times.
…I shouldn't be writing this in class… XD You see this shower scene? (from "Pointedly" to "shooing") BAM! Calculus. Really, I can imagine the boy next to me being all like "what are you writing?" and me, with a straight face, replying "Slash." I doubt he would know what I mean… :D Stupid calc getting in my way of writing. THIRD DERIVATIVE! Derp, ten minutes, then lunch, then MORE WRITING! (This has no place in here, sorry). HEY. I decided to give you cutesy things in the shower instead of what some of you were thinking was going to happen? Again, sorry to disappoint! AND NYAN-CHAN'S POV~ Yeeee~ (I have a lot of fun writing her personality. It is amusing. She's so manipulative! …I should figure out her backstory… damn… now I'm thinking about it a lot…)