The cold whisper of the night air against his skin was calming to the short soul reaper as he floated across the night sky. The only thing he could say that he missed about the human world, were the times when he was a simple soul floating high in the air, the airs pressure never present no matter how high he floated. L wondered at that moment, if he floated high enough, could he reach heaven? Or the moon?

L was never a religious man. He enjoyed learning about religions, but he needed hard facts and proof to be shown to him. Maybe there was a god? Maybe there was a devil? Maybe there were many gods. L did not know. And yet even going to soul society it did not prove the religions right or wrong. He had met no god or devil. He had simply met souls; some with powers.

Soul society was not like a heaven or a hell. It was like something in between. But it also could be almost like a waiting place. A place you live for a very long time before you die again. Who knew what happened after you died in the afterlife. Maybe then you're granted into heaven. Or maybe you finally return to earth to start anew? L did not know.

But when he floated in the sky, all those questions, all his life problems, everything, is whisked away. He can only feel the cool air and his body losing all weight. He was free and there was no one that can end such a feeling.

But of course, all good things must come to an end.

Something familiar was making its way towards him. It was very familiar, it was warm, and it was comforting. It wrapped itself lightly around him and stopped him from floating into oblivion. L knew instantly that it was a hollow, but L made no move to break the warmth around him. The warmth was a good contrast against the cold night air. It made L want to fall asleep again, but he wouldn't unless he wanted to face the nightmares.

The warmth was getting stronger and it now seeped into L, slightly hurting him. His body didn't react kindly to other hollow powers because it was too much negativity for L's lithe frame. Sometimes his own hollow's power hurt him but he was used to it. This added power though, it hurt. L fought against the power forcefully and the warmth retreated almost all the way, but stayed there, in the air, as if to show L that it was not leaving.

L could not find a way to hate the hollow, even though it caused him pain. The hollow did not know, and he wasn't about to yell out to the world that he has the power of a hollow and is more hollow then soul reaper. No, he wasn't stupid enough to do that. That was the same reason as to why he didn't tell his friends and made his Captain swear not tell anyone. He was only slightly ashamed but mostly fearful for his demon and his life.

L waited.

The hollow was close, but it did not show itself. L was still confused for a lot of things. He was not hunting the hollow down, he felt comfortable with the hollow, and he let the hollow wrap some of its powers around him. And above all, L was not doing anything about it.

L was simply tired of it all. He was tired of this war, he was tired of hollows, and he was tired of thinking about Ulquiorra. Yes, for three whole days his demon was constantly talking about the Espada and muttering about bonds and something having to do with mating. L though was simply too tired to listen to his rambling and used those three days to heal and think over his relationship with the Espada. Of course, he still did not come up with an exact answer. So he simply kept it as acquaintances. He thought of Ulquiorra as an acquaintance that he truthfully would like to know more about.

L suddenly realized why this hollow power so familiar. It was Ulquiorra Cifer's. L could practically kick himself right now. How could he be so stupid? He had felt the man's energy so many times, it should be weird not feeling it. Ok, so it's only been a couple of times since he's came back into the human world, but it left such a big impact, L should know the mans spiritual pressure by heart.

And yet he didn't, and for a minute he felt guilty about it. He should have known who it belonged to. He should have known instantly the moment it wrapped itself around him. But L wasn't given the chance to berate himself any longer. He was coming, and fast.

"L."

'I would rather you not come any closer, Ulquiorra-kun." There was a pause.

"Yes, you rejected my strength rather vigorously."

L wanted to tell him everything, he really did, but he was arrogant and paranoid.

"I apologize. I really don't mean to be rude." Ulquiorra shook his head.

"No need to apologize. I am wondering though, what is wrong? Your emotions are rather…disordered."

L raised a brow and went on the defensive. "Excuse me?"

"You simply look perplexed. I mean no harm in my worry."

L's eyes narrowed deeply, his eyes hard and his mask in place. "And how would you know, Ulquiorra?"

The Espada with bright green eyes sighed and lowered his beautiful orbs. "Your spiritual pressure L. It's pressing itself against me."

L's eyes widened in surprise as he quickly drew back his spiritual pressure. Had he been so confused and distracted that he didn't even realize his own power going out of his control? He just hopped no one noticed and would come after him.

In the back of his cranium he could hear the low laughter of his demon. L simply shook his head, not in the right mood to deal with him. L opened his mouth to speak when his stomach suddenly beat him to it. It gurgled loudly and it shook L's stomach viciously. L groaned as his mind presented the picture of many different sweets, making his mouth water.

Ulquiorra covered his mouth to hide his low chuckle as he felt the hunger run through their one-way connection. "Come L, I'm rather famished myself."

L blushed fiercely but did not retort only deciding it would be best to follow the Espada as he floated back down to earth. L always hated that part. It was as if all the troubles he had shed away were swimming all over him and attaching themselves all over once again. L felt the pressure of the world around him and he sighed. Why wasn't he aloud to float off and finally be at piece? Well, he was going to get something sweet so he shouldn't complain much.

L searched through every window on the bloke before walking into a random coffee shop and stealing himself a piece of cake. It was way past closing time and he knew the place had no security system anywhere. L sat on a random chair in his normal position and he held the fork high above his face. He tore a piece of the cake and stuffed it in his mouth, enjoying the rich taste of the chocolate and butter cream as it ran down past his sensitive taste buds and down his soft throat.

Ulquiorra shifted in his chair lightly, enjoying the scene a little way to much. He wanted to do something, or get L to say something, but nothing came to mind; anything to get the uncomfortable feeling between his legs to lessen.

Ulquiorra was by no means a pervert. He was respectable and he regarded the human body respectably and decently. He was not like Grimmjow who wanted to dominate anything that looked good and walked on two legs…he thinks. Who knew what Grimmjow really liked. He could sleep with a dog for all he knows. Ulquiorra shivered and his problem dissolved quickly at the thought. He knew his cure now but he didn't know if he'd like to think that every time he thought about L.

L coughed lightly for attention as he noticed the espada shiver lightly. "Something the matter? You have not touched your cake, Ulquiorra-kun."

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow at the male but did not voice his question. "I should still be asking you that."

L lowered his eyes as well as his fork, "Yes, but I don't want to tell you."

Ulquiorra frowned slightly but did not comment on it. He didn't expect L to trust him so quickly. He was only surprised and happy that L was not attacking him. There was one thing that did bother him though, so he voiced it.

"You called yourself L Lawliet when we first met, yet the man helping you kept calling you Ryuzaki. Mind telling me why?"

L groaned lightly and made his way for another cake. Ulquiorra did not stop him but sat back an admired the way L moved, imagining his body if it moved under him. Ulquiorra quickly thought of Grimmjow and his problem ceased. L sat back down with a white piece of cake and took a bite out of it.

"My real name is L Lawliet. Since my time in the human world, I used many different aliases like Ryuzaki. I became paranoid I guess. But when I met you, I just couldn't lie; so I told you. When I went to soul society though, I kept my fake name Ryuzaki."

"You remember your life on the living world? I've never heard of a soul reaper able to do that…You really are special." L blushed as he caught Ulquiorra smiling lightly from behind his hand that was resting his head. "Flattery is a virtue."

"Only if it works right."

L did not look at the Espada, only at the empty plate in front of him. Ulquiorra smiled lightly from the embarrassment running through the one-way connection. Giddy, he took a piece of his chocolate cake and ate it, only to wince in disgust. The cake was too sweet for his liking. He didn't enjoy sweet things much, only popsicles. And they had to be cherry flavored.

L looked up, a blush still tinted on his cheeks. "What's wrong?"

"This cake is too sweet for me."

L's eyes became bright at the thought of sweet cake. "May I try?"

Ulquiorra hid his smile as he cut off a piece with a fork and handed it to L. But L did not grab it, simply eating it straight from the fork. L moaned at the rich taste as the chocolate melted devilishly in his mouth. He opened his mouth again for another piece and Ulquiorra fed it to him. Every time, L would moan, lick his lips, then open his mouth for more. It was like that till the cake was gone and L sat back with a blush on his face.

"I-I think I should be going now." L stood up quickly and was about to run out the building when Ulquiorra grabbed his wrist to stop him. Something warm went through L from that touch and he stopped dead, looking up at Ulquiorra with frightened eyes. Ulquiorra's eyes were warm and soft, but they meant no harm. L relaxed a little but stiffened lightly when Ulquiorra placed his forehead on his, their noses touching.

"Do not be afraid L. I will not hurt you." Ulquiorra ran his hands through L's soft raven hair and smiled. L's face was deep red but he only stared at Ulquiorra's eyes, lost in their promise of protection. L licked his lips in anticipation as Ulquiorra's lips drew closer, his hot breath running across L's face, making him shiver in delight. L closed his eyes. He was getting closer. A heart beat away from L's beautiful lips…an annoying loud ring startled L and he jumped back.

The ringing kept going and L searched frantically for the small device. "This is why I fucking hate phones!"

Ulquiorra who was also pissed couldn't help but snicker at L's words. L wasn't much of a curser so actually hearing it made Ulquiorra smile. L finally found his phone and opened it. Twelve hollows and counting were heading in his direction. He sighed, slammed it shut, and placed it back in his pocket. "Sorry, hollows are on their way. It wouldn't be safe for you to be staying here."

L walked through the door silently cursing at everything in his head when he was suddenly pulled back again into soft warm arms. L looked up at Ulquiorra in question but was silenced by pale lips upon his. L moaned as Ulquiorra rubbed his lips against his sinfully. The sinful warmth left him too soon.

The arms disappeared to soon as well and L was left alone in the cold, with only angry hollows for companionship.

A/N: I really don't like this chapter much but you got a slight smut. I'm trying to take their relationship slow here but I'm always finding myself trying to get them in bed with each other! Bad me! Anyways, got it out during the day because I'm sick and there's nothing to do. Hope you liked it.