Ulquiorra was a warrior. A fighter so powerful he'd even killed Kurosaki Ichigo once, a feat that Grimmjow could only ever hope to do. He had been Vasto Lorde. Then Aizen came along and turned such a feral purely instinctual beast like Ulquiorra into a tamed whoring bitch. It wasn't even just the sex, it was the way that Ulquiorra did everything Aizen asked him to, without even so much as a consideration as to if he really wanted to do it or not. Where did he get off letting Aizen do all those things to him? Just because he was a god? Another grunt from Yami. Grimmjow nearly shoved Gin over, aching so badly to tear that beast off HIS prey. His. Only one person would ever be able to break Ulquiorra down to what he really was. Passion. There was no doubt in Grimmjow's mind anymore that the little espada was stronger than probably Barragan or Halibel, it was because all those emotions he left at the door. He would have the entire run of Las Noches if he really tried, but no, he simply wanted to follow Aizen. Like somehow that it would give him more satisfaction to follow orders and get fucked then really being what he was. No... there was a dark passion under that pale skin and Grimmjow needed to tear it out of him.
He paced again, the pouncing jump in his step preparing him to leap in at any moment. It was only when Grimmjow felt the overwhelming flare of reitsu from the room and heard Ulquiorra gasp when his insides gave away to his own lust. That was his. Ulquiorra was HIS prey, and Aizen was whoring him out just because he could! He bit back his feelings, his own arousal evident to Gin who stood across the hall. He heard the weasel snigger as he saw Grimmjow close his eyes and breath in the scent that he was sure was there. He ignored the sound of Yami's groaning, and ignored him laughing with blood all over his fingers as he was forced to exit, looking at him only once to regard that that bastard had indeed got the chance to stake his vasto lorde as a victory. Instincts told him not to move yet , on top of months of seeing his vasto lorde fucked on Aizen's throne that told him that when Ulquiorra did his job right that Aizen would never leave him unfinished, just to prove how 'kind' he was. Then he heard him moaning like the whore he was, his own cock twitching as he listened. That was the real thing, not that patented fake gasping that he did when Aizen beat the shit out of him and told him to sound like he liked it. He gasped like an angel, whatever that would really sound like, and Grimmjow wanted to be the one forcing him to cum. Wanted to be on top of him thrusting to that perfect sweet spot and having Ulquiorra's nails clawing into Grimmjow's back, leaving long blood covered marks. Needed to see him begging for it, feeling his hips rock against him without regard for numbers or for Aizen. He could feel him now, lips parted as Grimmjow put his tounge in his mouth ruthlessly and bruising his white lips with his own. A cut off gasp, which he was sure was Aizen's mouth on him, caused another set of shivers to move through him. If it was him that sound would have been from him shoving his cock into his mouth to shut him up. It was almost embarrassing when he saw Aizen appear in the door, the smile of satisfaction on his lips as he moved past Grimmjow, Gin following him away in tow. It wasn't fair, the way that Quatro made others feel. He wanted to instigate the real passion in him.
"Don't touch him Grimmjow..." Single predatory words. "He's mine."
The teal haired cat nearly jumped him for saying that, but Aizen turned gracefully and maliciously, grabbing him by his erection and nearly tore it off. "You are as well sexta. Do not forget your place." Aizen left him standing there like a fool, egging to go in and tear Ulquiorra's helmet right off his head for allowing such a degradation, warring between that feeling and the one that pulled at his groin. He wanted to make his claim, just like any good cat and hollow would. Fuck that stupid whore raw. Fuck him hard enough to remind him who he was suppose to be. But he couldn't, for the same reason that Ulquiorra allowed Yami to tear his body open from the inside out as though he enjoyed it. He felt himself getting more aroused just by the thought of him and wanted nothing more than to go in there and kill that bloody whore for making him feel this way. Yami had had him, even had him moaning, probably lifting his hips up to make it easier for that huge frame of Yami's to fuck him til he bled. Aizen had had him, almost every day, whenever someone was insolent, just to have an excuse to release his anger. Stupid whore! HE wanted him. Wanted to turn him on his back and have him beg for Grimmjow to please just touch him, making the little Espada pleasure himself for Grimmjow's entertainment. Wanted to shove him down to his knees and make him bleed, just before skull fucking him until he passed out. No. Not only that. He wanted to revert him back to the passionate killer that he really was, degrade him until the vasto lorde in him fought back to TAKE everything he wanted.
He felt himself with one hand and realize just how far fantasizing about the smaller boy got him. With that he turned and moved back to his room aching, knowing that tonight, it would be thoughts of his prey that would send him over the edge, pretending Aizen couldn't keep him from causing that beautiful mouth to beg just for him, or to make him beg. One way or the other.