-1Almost reluctantly, Ulquiorra took the short walk from his quarters to Grimmjaw's. After a sigh, he politely knocked on the large, heavy door. He waited a moment. No answer. He knocked again, this time a little louder. Still no answer. Hesitantly, he opened the door. Taking only a couple steps in, he looked around to find that Grimmjaw was not there. He gave in irked groan and quickly exited. After that, it only took a moment of concentration to find the sixth espada. He was in one of the larger training facilities. As he drew closer, he could tell that Grimmjaw was in there blowing off steam and at quite a rapid rate.
Grimmjaw was, in fact, in one of the training facilities and venting his frustrations to the large, mostly empty, but heavily reinforced room. He wasn't angry, per say, just frustrated, as in sexually frustrated, and with the object of his desire so obviously ignoring him he needed to get it out another way. He did it the only way he knew how, violently.
Needless to say, he was a little surprised when Ulquiorra entered and barely fought the urge to hit him with the energy blast he'd just prepared. Instead, he sent it just to the right of the smaller arancar as something of a warning. If Ulquiorra wasn't there to resolve this, he should just leave.
"You're a poor shot," Ulquiorra commented as he slowly drew closer.
"I didn't miss. It went exactly where I wanted it to," Grimmjaw shot back as he landed, slightly out of breath.
Ulquiorra looked him up and down. His skin glistened with sweat as his chest heaved in an attempt to gather much needed oxygen. For once, he was glad for the design of Grimmjaw's uniform which allowed him the perfect view of the larger espada's torso. He looked good like that. Ulquiorra unconsciously licked his lips.
Grimmjaw shifted his weight and gave the fourth an impatient look. "What?" He liked the way that Ulquiorra was behaving but he didn't want to trust it too much or he might find himself disappointed once again. If that was the case, he couldn't guarantee any measure of rationality in his actions and Aizen didn't like in fighting among his subordinates, especially the espada.
"Let's play a game," the fourth suggested with a slight glint in his eyes that Grimmjaw only ever saw in the heat of battle.
Intrigued, Grimmjaw's features softened just a bit. "I didn't know you like games, Ulquiorra. What sort of game would you like to play?" his tone was both chiding and playful.
"First one to land three hits on the other wins," the fourth suggested.
Grimmjaw gave a slight nod of approval. "Wins what?" he pressed, taking another step forward, closing the gap between them.
Now they were standing so close that Ulquiorra had to turn his head up just a bit to look Grimmjaw in the eye. "Whatever they want." His voice was quiet, a passive attempt to get the other to lean even closer to him.
Grimmjaw did lean down as he growled at the thought. "Are you sure about that?" It was obvious that he was already thinking about all the things he wanted to do to the fair-skinned arancar.
Ulquiorra could feel the larger man's breath ticking his skin. He savored the feeling for a moment before quickly stepping out of his reach. "I am quite sure. Unless you're not up for it." He taunted.
The challenge made Grimmjaw growl again and his eyes to narrowed dangerously. "I think I can handle it." He was about to lunge at the smaller espada but a split second before he did, Ulquiorra flitted away only to reappear right behind him.
"I'm happy to hear that," he kept his voice the same schooled tone that he always used as he kicked the back of Grimmjaw's knees and watching him fall gracelessly to the ground. "That's one," he informed before backing off again. He wasn't sure yet if he wanted to win but he was sure that he wanted to get the first shot in.
Though Ulquiorra was two ranks higher than Grimmjaw, their power was close enough that if they'd ever gotten into a real confrontation it was entirely possible and highly probable that they would destroy themselves. Grimmjaw often thought that the difference wasn't based on their strength, as it was quite comparable, but their loyalty to Aizen. Because of this, there was a sort of unspoken agreement between them that they would only fight hand-to-hand, no swords and no energy attacks. Not that either minded, it seemed to add to the game-like quality of their activity.
Grimmjaw gave a maniacal laugh before taking up the chase. It didn't take long for him to catch up and attempt an attack of his own. It took his a couple of tries, but as soon as he got his first shot in, he also got his second before Ulquiorra could retreat from his reach. "I guess that's two for me, one more and you're mine…" he giggled.
Ulquiorra couldn't help grinning to himself at Grimmjaw's tone. It was rare to see the sixth so pleased and he considered letting him get his third strike but couldn't bring himself to allow that so easily. Again, he disappeared and re-appeared much closer to Grimmjaw, a favorite technique of his, due to the surprised reactions he could get. Grimmjaw was less surprised than he'd hoped but, really, he should have been a little bit used to it by now. He was, however, surprised enough to be taken slightly off his guard. It lasted long enough for Ulquiorra to grab him by the hair and throw him to the ground. The larger arancar's body made a satisfying sound as it hit the hard stone floor. "Now we're even," Ulquiorra informed before disappearing again.
Grimmjaw found his way to his feet in a matter of seconds, not wanting to risk getting hit again, especially while prone. He laughed again, pretending to dust off his uniform. At that point, he decided to go on the defensive, letting Ulquiorra get close before slipping out of his grasp.
This was it. One hit to decide which one of them was going to get what they wanted from the other. They were both so excited by the idea that neither particularly cared who won, just that they were playing the game. But it had to end sometime and they were both growing impatient. After chasing each other around until they were nearly breathless, it came down to the pair circling one another in an intense stare down.
"Do you know what you'd do with me if I let you hit me again?" Grimmjaw taunted, his crazed grin showing just how pleased he was with the situation.
Ulquiorra blushed slightly as his thoughts went straight to his shower fantasy of Grimmjaw tasting him everywhere. His distraction lasted long enough for Grimmjaw to close the gap between them and use is momentum to pin the shorter espada against the wall with his body.
"You did have something in mind, didn't you?" Grimmjaw leaned down to whisper in his prey's ear, "We may have time for that as well, if you're up for it."
Ulquiorra couldn't hold back a slight shiver. "That doesn't matter now. So, what do you want?"
Grimmjaw pretended to think for a moment while toying with Ulquiorra's collar. "I want to play with you again. Last time was fun but you left too soon. I want you to stay with me until I'm totally satisfied," he informed, his eyes locked on his comrades.
Ulquiorra blinked in surprise. He'd fully expected to be ordered to his hands and knees. "About how long do you intend to take?" he tried to hide his anticipation with impatience.
"As long as I like," he pressed the fourth harder against the wall and began to tear at his shirt in earnest.
"Well, if that's the case," he pushed the hungry-looking espada off him, receiving a disappointed glare until he continued, "then we should do this elsewhere. I don't particularly like interruptions."
Grimmjaw purred at the idea, sending electric jolts up and down Ulquiorra's spine.
The pair made quick work of the walk back to Grimmjaw's chamber and once inside, Grimmjaw locked the door and turned his full attention on his companion. He sensually wrapped his arms around the fairer arancar and pulled him into a deep kiss.
As Ulquiorra's brain began to short circuit, he mentally noted that this kiss was much different than the one's he'd received the other day. This time, Grimmjaw seemed content to take his time, not forcing his tongue into the other's mouth but instead waiting until Ulquiorra's tongue came out to play to carefully take the wet cavern. It also took much longer for the kiss to turn into a hungry lip-lock that somewhat resembled a kiss this time. Grimmjaw seemed to be setting the pace rather slow, not that Ulquiorra minded, though his body was already starting to stir.
Ulquiorra slid one hand between them, but this time not to push away, but rather to feel the strong chest pressed against him. Grimmjaw's skin was still slick with sweat as he slid his fingers across one of the sixth's barely hidden nipples. Even that slight attention earned him a reaction as Grimmjaw gasped slightly, breaking their kiss for only a moment as he looked down into Ulquiorra's shining green-eyes, already totally dilated with lust, before returning to his assault. It wasn't until Ulquiorra twisted his nipple that Grimmjaw pulled away to speak.
"So, you gunna let me fuck you this time?" Grimmjaw asked, almost absentmindedly, his hands wandering all over the fourth's body.
Ulquiorra chuckled at the sixth's forwardness. "That's not what you asked for…or is that the only way I can satisfy you?" He continued to play with Grimmjaw's chest, enjoying the feeling of his muscles tensing and untensing under his skin.
"I just wanna know ahead of time…so I don't get my hopes up just so you can bitch out on me again." The sixth brought his lips close enough to brush against Ulquiorra's ear as he spoke, allowing a slight growl to slip through.
Ulquiorra didn't like his wording but he understood. "Perhaps," he replied simply, unwilling to commit to anything more than he already had, though not relenting in his physical reply.
Grimmjaw grinned knowingly and continued down the fourth's slender throat. Slowly, almost agonizingly so, he unzipped Ulquiorra's shirt, leaving it to hang open like his own.
