Black Twilight chapter.8: Venenoso deseo: poisonous desire ~~~

The tiny vial of viscous violet liquid was clenched tightly in his right fist; the other trailed roughly through her raven locks. She stirred once, mumbled something incoherently and then burrowed deeper into her pillow. Ulquiorra frowned—well let's say—his expression changed to one of visible annoyance.

How was he going to administer the antidote with her face now buried in the pillow?

Foolish woman.

He pondered the options; first he could just forget the whole thing and let her die. Second…he flips her over and…transfers the liquid mouth to mouth…hmm…the latter sounded much better than the former. Her lips especially he'd been studying with an avid curiosity; they were soft and downy-looking, colored a pale pink. He ran a finger over his own coal lip…if she woke up…how would she react to him and his mouth against hers-?

The temptation was too overwhelming.

Slowly, deliberately, he went to the other side of the bed, crawled on it, shoved away any hindering blankets until she lay clear to him. Her violet robes were slightly wrinkled where the fabric was crushed unnaturally; he slid his leg over her hip; to his vague amusement she seemed to fit perfectly beneath him. He went a little forward till he'd straddled her comfortably, her face he had turned up. Gentle breathing lifted her chest; those oh-so luscious lips were parted to emit the softest of sighs as if she liked being squeezed by him.

Ulquiorra gazed for a while at her…and then he knew; it was time. The caja negacion he'd used on Szayel wouldn't last much longer if he were found by the fraccion. This in itself was a direct slap to Lord Aizen, a crime for which he'd surely be put to death for…he uncorked the vial, sniffed the contents briefly then took a swig of it.

The liquid swished coolly inside his mouth; he placed his hand on her chin, lowering himself as he did so. In seconds their mouths were pressed together, she showed no signs of allowing him entry…careful to not let any of the precious medicine slip out, he worked his tongue past her lips, her jaw relaxed and he felt the liquid seep in. He held in place for a few seconds longer, 'till he was sure she'd swallowed.

Careful now, he sat up. It wouldn't do to have her suddenly wake and find him on top of her…who knows what violence she'd exhibit…which that was something Ulquiorra didn't want. Just as he started to slide off, she moaned a word. He froze and slightly curious, he placed both hands on either side of her and listened intently. Again. "Ulqui…orra."

His eyes widened a fraction, 'his name, why was she whispering it?'

A tiny movement near his leg, caught his eye, small fingers had wrapped around a handful of the loose white fabric of his uniform. Damn. Calmly he tapped her hand, no response. If anything the hold became tighter. He contemplated using force but then quickly dismissed the idea-she'd probably scream bloody murder and summon everyone in the near vicinity. So what was he to do…?

The answer came clearly to mind.

Ulquiorra let his hand go once more and cup her cheek; their lips were only inches apart, his breath stirred some of the stray raven hairs crossing her face. Gently he brushed them aside and…tilted his head a little to the left. Just when he had wriggled comfortably against her, her eyelids fluttered, the unlocked door to her room swung open. Unwillingly he broke off and turned to meet the incredulous eyes of the man whom had conquered Soul society-Sosuke Aizen.

"Ulquiorra. Come with us," Aizen commanded in a tone meant to sound kindly but firm. Standing a little ways off but still plainly visible were the gloating sixth, indignant eighth and faintly smiling second. Grimmjow, Szayel and Neliel. Silently, Ulquiorra sonido-ed to them, his punishment he knew coming. Rukia, with sleep still dulling her violet eyes, struggled to sit up, "wait!" she called, "where are you taking him?!"

Aizen had his hand on Ulquiorra's shoulder leading him out, deliberately the cruel ex-Captain turned, "why, to receive his just rewards, my dear Rukia-san."

A chill swept through her. "No, wait!" she pleaded as the door closed with a decisive snap.

"Don't kill him!!!"

Ulquiorra heard her last words screamed out as they walked away from her room and down the hallway. Would she miss him? Yes. He was sure of that now…and that thought alone eased some of pain he carried deep inside for leaving her this way. If only…things had been different…another time…another place. He shrugged these thoughts away with a dismissive dip of his head. Their differences were painfully made clear…a Shinketsu Shinigami and an Arrancar-? No. It was impossible.

The wide doors to the former King's sanctum opened as if they'd been expected. A wide round table was placed in the middle of the room; Aizen walked over and seated himself as did the other three of the Espada. "Sit down, Ulquiorra. We have much to discuss about your future," Aizen said grandly, with a benevolent smile to shame the Angels. Complacently he took the chair just opposite his Lord and waited in dutiful silence for the verdict to be passed down on him.

~~~To be continued

A/N: sleepy! Anyhow, just one more chappie and then it's finis! Anyone interested in the UlquiorraxRukia pairing might consider checking out my other fic-Haunted-I'll start working on it soon! Ciao and don't forget to review!