It had been several nights since Ulquiorra's encounter with Grimmjaw and he still couldn't keep it completely from his thoughts. For the most part, he had been able to focus on his duties but he did, occasionally, find mind wandering back to those heated moments. Had it been a mistake? It sure didn't feel like a mistake at the time. In fact, it had been one of the best feelings of his existence. Not that that took very much. As Grimmjaw pointed out, he didn't regularly indulge himself so fully, if at all.
Everyday since the incident, as he'd come to think of it, the thought of 'visiting' Grimmjaw again had crossed his mind but he had yet to give into the urge. However, it was quickly becoming apparent that Grimmjaw thought he was waiting too long. All morning and afternoon, while Ulquiorra had been performing his usual duties, he could feel Grimmjaw lurking nearby. He never got too close, just close enough for his raietsu to be felt or for the predatory growling sounds he would occasionally make to be heard from his shadowy hiding places.
Ulquiorra tried to ignore it but being stalked wasn't something he was used to and did occasionally catch himself looking around to see if he could find where Grimmjaw was hiding. To Grimmjaw's credit, he went unseen throughout Ulquiorra's activities. This, however, made it even more difficult for him to concentrate on his duties and he hurried to finish so that he could retire for the evening.
Once finished with his final task, he began heading back to his quarters so that he might bathe and rest for the evening, hopefully washing away any stray thoughts of the sixth espada. No such luck. As Ulquiorra walked down the wide main hallway leading to the area where the espada now resided, he noticed a shadow in one of the corridors just off his path. It was undoubtedly Grimmjaw. Either he was slipping or coming out of hiding. Regardless, Ulquiorra wordlessly passed the sixth, acknowledging him even less than usual, if that was possible, and continued on his hurried path.
Grimmjaw, though disappointed, left him alone after that. As much as he wanted to throw the arrogant bastard down, tear their clothes off, and fuck him senseless, he also wanted a willing partner. Not for the sake of decency, mind you, but because Ulquiorra's willing participation made it all the sweeter.
He couldn't help wondering, after all that, how the fourth could remain so cold toward him,. Not that he expected much but during that short afternoon, he'd managed to break through the constant, stone-like façade and he'd hoped that progress would remain but somehow, it seemed to be backtracking. The thing that really got to him was that he'd been really, and quite uncharacteristically, good to Ulquiorra. He knew that, if he'd really wanted to, he could have fucked him, or at least gotten really, really close but he also knew that the high-and-mighty Ulquiorra wasn't up for it. So, he settled for mutual and simultaneous lip service. He thought that earned him at least a little more eye contact, since that was what he was willing to give. With an irritated shrug, Grimmjaw left the hallway and returned to his quarters.
Ulquiorra's door was only closed and locked for a matter of seconds before the shower was running and there was a uniform on the floor. As the probably too hot water beat down over his body, Ulquiorra sighed in relief. He was finally alone. There was a moment, as he was walking past Grimmjaw, that he thought he would continue to be followed to his door, possibly further. He was surprised that in addition to relief, as he had no real plan if he had been confronted, he also felt something vaguely resembling guilt at essentially blowing the other arancar off. It wasn't just guilt, though, it was mixed with a pang of disappointment.
At that realization Ulquiorra clasped his hand over his mouth in shock. Could he really be disappointed that Grimmjaw hadn't jumped him, though he seemed poised to do so all day? He knew all he had to do was acknowledge Grimmjaw, approach him showing any sort of interest and they could continue along that wonderfully carnal path once again. But he was too proud for that and, as a result, found himself alone, a state which normally would have increased his comfort. But he wasn't feeling very normal, especially when he found his thoughts going back to those moments he'd managed to commit to memory.
He leaned back against the shower wall and looked down at himself. There were still bruises the size of Grimmjaw's hands on his hips and thighs. A sight Grimmjaw would not doubt find quite becoming. Ulquiorra chuckled at the thought until he remembered how good those rough hands had felt on all the most sensitive parts of his body. Ulquiorra's hand wandered down to his semi-erection and began to coax it to its full length. His other hand remembered how good it felt when Grimmjaw toyed with his nipples, rubbing, pinching, pulling ever so slightly. Soon, his slight sighs and groans echoed through the small tiled room. It was a little strange to hear himself like that but he couldn't stop now so, he stepped forward into the full spray of the shower and continued.
Grimmjaw had done so many delicious things to him that he didn't know where to start or, maybe more appropriately, where to end. Primarily, there had been that god forsaken purring. It has started this whole stupid mess and still couldn't tell why he'd been drawn to it in the first place. Not that that seemed to matter much any more. Now, he thought mostly in terms of hearing, experiencing it again.
Another thing was how expertly Grimmjaw sucked his cock, a fact that disgusted him as much as it aroused him. In addition to the purring, the sixth had something else going for him. His tongue happened to be a rather unique texture. It was a little rough but not so much as to be unpleasant. At that thought, Ulquiorra found himself wanting the feeling of the sixth's tongue over his entire body. He blushed to himself at the realization that if Grimmjaw had used his tongue to play with his asshole, instead of his thumb, he would have been much less resistant…not that he'd put up much of a fight in the first place. Ulquiorra closed his eyes as he reached behind to do it himself, something that was rather new to him, and quickly found that it wasn't a very comfortable reach but continued regardless.
Then a thought occurred to Ulquiorra that almost made him lose himself, when Grimmjaw was in his mouth, he could feel a slight bit of the vibrations through the other arancar's dick. Now, what would that feel like if that were in a different orifice? Probably at least as good as getting head from Grimmjaw. Ulquiorra shuddered at the thought and remembered the initial feeling of the sixth taking him into is throat and sucking hard, dragging his teeth along the sensitive underside of his erection, and swallowing every last drop. Moments later, he spilled himself onto the tiled floor and watched his cum wash down the drain. As he stood catching his breath, he swore he could hear the echoes of the heated sounds he'd been making bouncing off the walls but it had to be his imagination.
Damn it! Had he really just done that? Ulquiorra wasn't as angry with himself as he thought he would be until he finally exited the shower and went back into his bedroom to find his uniform carelessly discarded on the ground. He was never that negligent. Grimmjaw was a bad influence and a terrible distraction. After some thought, he realized that he only had two options either give into his urges and continue seeing Grimmjaw or give up on such notions entirely. There was no in between. It didn't take him long after that to decide to continue indulging himself. The only problem after that was just how to go about doing it.
He didn't want to just go back to Grimmjaw and he certainly couldn't wait until he was 'in need' to approach the playful espada. He needed to find a way to get Grimmjaw to come after him. "Like a game a cat and mouse," he mused to himself until he realized that he was, in this instance, the mouse. But, the idea of 'getting caught' by the sixth wasn't entirely unappealing, considering he had a pretty good idea what would happen. And there was one consolation, the mouse led the chase…at least until it was caught. The hardest part, he knew, would be getting Grimmjaw to realize that he wanted to be chased. After that, there would be no stopping him.
Ulquiorra gave a slight shiver as he remember the unnerving feeling of having Grimmjaw stalk him all day. He hadn't really realize it at the time, but he'd been waiting to be pounced on from the moment he felt other's raietsu. He gave a slight sigh, the evening was still young and there was no way he was going to sleep without resolving this. At least he'd gotten to take care of himself so he wouldn't be as easily excited when Grimmjaw touched him this time.
