Okay, so this little plot bunny started nibbling at my brain and I figured, why not write a short little piece to satisfy it? I hope you enjoy it.
To his surprise, Ulquiorra did decide to stay. It was mostly because he was so worn out from their playtime that he didn't have much energy left for anything else. Without any sort of real reply, he just let his eyes slide shut and he fell asleep in Grimmjaw's bed. As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, it felt good to sleep next a warm body and he got some of the best sleep of his existence that evening.
Grimmjaw awoke first the following morning and the feeling of a warm body was less of a comfort for him than something else. As he began to stir he slowly realized that he was snuggled up next to someone and quickly realized just who it was. A grin grew on his lips at the slight of the sleepy arancar next to him. He couldn't help thinking that the fourth looked damned adorable like that. He was totally relaxed and his features took on a certain deceptive innocence like that. He shifted slightly to see if the other would wake. He did not. Who knew Ulquiorra was such a sound sleeper? It probably had something to do with how thoroughly Grimmjaw had worn him out the night before.
The sixth espada grinned at the memories as something else dawned on him. He was aroused again. Waking up with a hard-on was something that rarely happened to him but it had increased in frequency when he started seeing Ulquiorra. He licked his lips as he watched that fair chest rise and fall beneath his thin bed sheets.
"I wonder just how sound of a sleeper he really is?" Grimmjaw wondered as his hand traveled toward his bedmate and started running up and down his side. The fourth made the slightest of sounds but otherwise did not stir. Grimmjaw found that very interesting so he kept using his hand to casually explore the rest of that milky torso.
He carefully watched Ulquiorra's face for any signs of waking but there were none. He was out like a light. That's when he began to wonder just how much he could get away with before his partner awoke. His touches had managed cause the fair-skinned espada's member to harden partially but before he could get much further than that observation, his fingers ran over something strange on Ulquiorra's stomach. It was a small hole, maybe only a centimeter deep. He cautiously stuck his finger inside and moved it around. Ulquiorra made another small sound and wiggled a little at that.
Unable to control his curiosity further, he slowly pulled the sheets off of their bodies and eyed the small dent in his comrade. His touches seemed to stir something inside the green-eyed espada without actually causing him to stir from his deep sleep.
That morning was one that Ulquiorra would probably never forget. He awoke to the strange sensation of Grimmjaw licking his stomach. He was slowly pulled from his slumber. "What in the world are you doing?"
"What's this?" Grimmjaw asked as he ran his tongue around the outer rim of Ulquiorra's bellybutton, he received an incredulous look in response to the question and a heated sigh for his action.
"It's my navel. Everybody has one," Ulquiorra replied dryly.
Grimmjaw glared upward, "I don't. What's it do?"
"It doesn't do anything."
"Then what's it for?"
Ulquiorra rolled his eyes, "It's not for anything."
"Then why is it here?" he poked at it, making Ulquiorra flinch.
"Stop that!" he ordered. "I have it because it is part of a human appearance." He took a moment to briefly explain why humans had them.
"That's disgusting," Grimmjaw griped and pulled away.
Ulquiorra frowned. The sixth's attention, though strange and unexpected, had been rather arousing for some reason. "Try not to think about it," he laced his fingers in teal hair and tried to encourage him to resume.
"Does that feel good or something?" Grimmjaw asked suspiciously as he drew close to the fourth's stomach once again.
He didn't really want to answer that, even though he'd practically told his partner ever other thing that turned him on.
The sixth, impatient for a reply, dipped his tongue back in the small hole and swirled it around earning a slight whimper as Ulquiorra unconsciously gripped his hair. "I see…" He took hold of Ulquiorra's hips when they started to grind against him. It wasn't to deprive the fourth of the physical contact, but so that he would have more control over it.
After that, they both forgot Ulquiorra's slightly disturbing explanation. It didn't take long before the fourth was using his hold on Grimmjaw's hair to try to push his head lower. He didn't want to budge. He seemed perfectly content to toy with the small opening while Ulquiorra squirmed.
Though the sixth's devilish tongue was doing a fine job of arousing him, its actions were also tickling. Ulquiorra didn't want to laugh, revealing that much of himself would be more than he could handle, so he ended up wiggling around even more violently than he would have otherwise. His movements didn't exactly do him any favors either. His was in a vulnerable position already and they only served to bring himself close enough to Grimmjaw for his erection to occasionally brush against he larger arancar's torso. As he strained and Grimmjaw held fast, the thin bed sheet covering his lower half rubbed and pulled on his member, making him ever harder.
"Stop it, you have no idea what you're doing," Ulquiorra nearly pleaded.
"You don't know what you're doing when you make me purr…but you seem rather intent to do anyway," Grimmjaw was quick to point out.
The fourth paused. Was it really the same? At the least, it was probably as close to the same as they were going to get. He quickly realized that this was as much about every hollow's obsession with what they lack as it was about the sex.
The pause made Grimmjaw smile because it meant that his partner was actually considering what he said. It was nice to be listened to occasionally. He rewarded the consideration by grabbing Ulquiorra's erection through the sheet. The fourth gasped and arched his back. The sheet was soft but Grimmjaw's grip was less than gentle creating an erotic mixture of sensations that he could not ignore, not that he wanted to. He hissed as the sixth continued to pump him, occasionally taking a moment to tongue the small orifice a few inches above his hand.
The fourth espada whimpered every time he felt that rough tongue wiggle and wriggle in and around his navel. He'd never realized what an erogenous zone that could be and Grimmjaw seemed intent to exploit it to the greatest extent that he could.
Grimmjaw looked up at his comrade. His green eyes were mostly shut, only open just the tiniest bit so that he could see what was being done to him. His mouth hung open, every sound of pleasure readily bubbling up from between those perfectly pale lips. He was so caught up in watching Ulquiorra's ever-changing expression that he was a little startled when the smaller arancar came into the sheet covering his length. He gave a deep groan as he did before relaxing beneath the sixth. The slightest traces of a smile danced along the corners of his mouth but were never actually realized.
The teal-haired arancar did actually smile. He was quite pleased with the fact that Ulquiorra would allow himself to cum so easily for him now. There was only one small issue left. Without out a word, he pushed himself up and off the bed. He was hard but he wasn't going to make his partner do anything about it. He wanted to see if Ulquiorra was ready to take the initiative. Not that he hadn't already acted that morning but he saw that more as a nudge in the right direction than a pushing himself onto the other.
He was about a meter from the bed before Ulquiorra said anything.
"Where are you going?" He sounded slightly offended.
"Wherever I please," he replied haughtily. Copping attitude with the superior espada was sure to provoke some sort of reaction.
It did. Ulquiorra growled and grabbed Grimmjaw by the wrist. He used that grip to pull the larger arancar back to his bed. He'd be expecting something like that and was able to catch himself enough to end up seated on the edge of his bed rather than falling down. Ulquiorra quickly positioned himself so that he was seated behind the sixth with the teal-haired espada between his legs. He wrapped his arms around his partner's torso and held him tight.
"I don't think you're going anywhere in this condition," he chided playfully while toying with one of Grimmjaw's nipples. His other hand held him fast.
Grimmjaw shivered at the feeling of the fourth's hot breath on the back of his neck and gave the slightest mewl of pleasure. In a matter of seconds he was totally relaxed in Ulquiorra's arms and purring like a kitten. His eyes slowly slid shut and his lips curved into a satisfied smile.
The smaller arancar unwrapped his arm from Grimmjaw's waist and moved his hand to his weeping erection. The sixth groaned and his head rolled back to rest on the strong shoulder behind him. That was when Ulquiorra saw a something he just couldn't resist. He could see one of the larger arancar's veins pulsing just beneath the thin surface of the taut skin of his throat. Grimmjaw would have immediately retreated when he saw the look in those sharp green eyes. They absolutely sparkled at the sight of his comrade's bare throat only centimeters from his lips. He started out small, only allowing the tip of his tongue to slide up and down that strong neck. They both knew that could only last so long but the attention was so sweet that Grimmjaw couldn't bring himself to resist it.
He started pumping harder for a few minutes before he began sucking on the sixth's salty sweet skin. It was enough to make the teal-haired arancar arch his back and push his hips forward into his partner's hand, forcing more contact. Ulquiorra growled at the reaction and held him even tighter, too many more movements like that and the sixth was likely to fall to the floor. But that's okay, because that was the sort of attention that Grimmjaw was craving. He enjoyed the possessive embrace and the vulnerability of having the sharp teeth of a cruel creature like Ulquiorra so close to one of his lifelines excited him even more. His heart raced an the fourth could feel it beneath his lips as well as the hand that was still on the teal-haired arancar's tan chest. He had to forego playing with Grimmjaw's nipples in favor of holding him tight. He told himself that was so that the larger arancar didn't accidentally fall off the bed due to his distracted state but they both knew it was because he enjoyed the feeling of the other writhing so desperately against his body.
"Why Grimmjaw, I didn't know you could behave so shamefully. You look rather whorish at the moment," Ulquiorra taunted as his teeth began to graze the bruise he'd created.
"Eeegh…it's not fair to say things like that at a time like this," he weakly shot back. Even if he could have managed a more genuinely angry tone, the full rumble that he emitted would have canceled that out. "Besides, I'm only a whore if…anybody can make me act this way."
That admission made Ulquiorra smile, another thing that would have made Grimmjaw run had he seen it. It only lasted an instant before he dug one of his fangs into the vein and made a small tear, only a matter of centimeters. With the sudden sharp pain, the purring came to a full stop and Grimmjaw tensed. His breath hitched in his throat before he made a small whining sound and came in the hand of his superior.
Before he even really got an opportunity to taste the wound, Grimmjaw had turned around and starting to pull them further up onto the bed. He'd started purring again, if only just barely, as he snuggled close to Ulquiorra. The sound was enough to stifle any of the fourth's protests to such an intimate embrace. Instead, he ran his fingers through Grimmjaw's messy teal hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and tugging lightly on his hair in a successful attempt to draw the intoxicating sound out further.
Minutes later the sixth espada was once again sound asleep and the fourth wasn't far behind.
