Ulquiorra and Grimmjow hadn't seen or heard from one another since the resolution of Grimmjow's 'Hontoo no Akumu' (real nightmare). Not that they wanted to actually cross paths--of course not. Grimmjow was confused beyond belief of who Ulquiorra really was to him, or what he was the raven haired man. Ulquiorra? Well, it was hard to see what the Quatro was thinking
Isn't it funny how destiny always gives you a second chance?
Grimmjow sulked into the main throne room, followed by Szayel and then Nnoitra. Grimmjow wouldn't let a single word slip past his lips of anything of what he had seen, he had become fairly good friends with Szayel. Well, mainly when the Octavo wasn't being all mushy or weird, which was actually most of the time.
He took a seat, what seemed to be the last one available as Szayel and Nnoitra scrambled towards other seats across from him. Grimmjow scowled and moved his seat towards the front of the room, towards Aizen. He had to refrain from running up there and smashing the asshole's brains in.
"Yes, Lord Aizen." Ulquiorra said softly. That's when Grimmjow snapped. His hands slammed on the table, forcing all attention his way. He got up, chair grinding against the hard tile floor. He stomped to where Ulquiorra was, which was simply across from him, and grabbed him by the collar.
"Outside. Now." Grimmjow growled. He let go of Ulquiorra and walked out of the large, cavernous room, feet echoing along with low whispers and murmurs. He was out in the hall for a few moments until Ulquiorra appeared, looking very angry. Grimmjow wasted no time getting to his point as he pinned Ulquiorra against the wall.
"Who am I to you?"
A second chance to obtain what you couldn't, or were afraid to…
"You are my subordinate." Ulquiorra said quickly, a little too quickly for Grimmjow's taste. Ulquiorra didn't look intimidated in the least. Grimmjow grinned.
"Liar." He whispered into Ulquiorra's ear, relishing in his superior's hitching breath. "You know, you never did answer my question…" Grimmjow practically purred. Ulquiorra's eyes went wide before settling at a fierce glare. He pressed his hands against Grimmjow's chest and gave a hefty shove. Grimmjow fell back with a grunt.
"You are my subordinate, trash, and nothing else." Ulquiorra spat out.
Quick!
"Alright, I know I fucked up, and I know that I'm just screwing around you right now, I'm sorry." Grimmjow said, words rushed. Ulquiorra glared at him, as if trying to read his thoughts.
"What do you mean by that?" Ulquiorra asked cautiously. Grimmjow got up and looked at Ulquiorra, eyes so intense it felt as if he would burn the Quatro with only his sight.
This is your last chance…
"Who am I to you…Ulqui?" Grimmjow whispered. Ulquiorra's emerald eyes went wide in shock and fear.
"Who allowed you to call me as such." Ulquiorra said, voice lacking both question and fire. Grimmjow got closer, arms bracing him up, only a foot away from Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra did not waver, he simply stood still, watching with intent at Grimmjow's moves. "Well?"
"I decided that, knowing you as long as I have, I get to call you Ulqui…" Grimmjow whispered. Ulquiorra blushed, only for a split second, before he returned to his impassive demeanor.
"I have no recollection of that, Sexta, let me go so that I may return, you made yourself look like an ignorant buffoon before Lord Aizen---"
"I don't give a damn about your Lord Aizen!" Grimmjow shouted, alarming Ulquiorra with his sudden burst of anger. "look, I don't want to talk at ear's length of those fuckers…" Grimmjow said, looking passively at the door. "Let's go."
Your last chance…
"Ulquiorra, please believe me, I'm so sorry for what I put you through, I was an idiot and you deserved way better," Grimmjow blurted out as soon as the door closed," But I know that you were hurt, that I hurt you." Grimmjow scanned the impassive face of the Quatro.
"Tch, so you remember." Was all Ulquiorra said.
"Wait, what? I…huh?" Grimmjow sputtered. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean you kept your memory." Ulquiorra said with a sigh. "Well, it's too late now; leave me pass so that I may go back to the meeting." Ulquiorra made to move towards the door when Grimmjow pushed him back.
"So you…you knew about us all along…?" Grimmjow gawked. Ulquiorra glared at him, causing the Sexta to wince.
"Us? There was nothing between us! You left and never came back." Ulquiorra said, voice ice cold. "So never speak about 'us' because there never was anything!" Ulquiorra growled. He got up from the bed he had been pushed on and pushed his way past Grimmjow.
"Stop!" Grimmjow shouted as he grabbed Ulquiorra's arm.
"Let me go!" Ulquiorra shouted as he yanked his arm out of Grimmjow's grasp. Grimmjow moved his other arm and grabbed Ulquiorra by the waist and slammed them against the door. "Leave me alone! Why do you suddenly care?" Ulquiorra cried out, voice filled with enough sadness and gloom it could make anyone break down and cry.
"I always cared, and I still do. I chose ultimate power just so that I could carry your memory with me, even if I thought you didn't remember." Grimmjow whispered, arms tightening around Ulquiorra, who shook silently.
…to show just how much you really cared.
"I love you, Ulquiorra…" Grimmjow croaked, throat constricting. "But…I suppose you already knew that…" Grimmjow grinned against Ulquiorra's hair. Ulquiorra shook his head.
"Why…" He whispered. "Why did you chose…this over strength…why are you still…" Ulquiorra looked down at their feet. "Why didn't you change?"
"I didn't chose this over strength, I chose you." Grimmjow corrected, pressing his lips against Ulquiorra's ear. "I didn't change because I knew that someday, someday, you and I would cross paths again." Grimmjow crooked his neck and gave Ulquiorra a little kiss on the neck. "And you loved me the way I am, right?" Grimmjow whispered with a cynical smile as Ulquiorra shook.
"Nn, yes…" Ulquiorra moaned as he turned around and grabbed Grimmjow's head, kissing his lips, the lips that he had so longed for. Grimmjow moaned and kissed back, completely engulfed in the sensation of Ulquiorra's lips. Grimmjow moaned, lips tingling with the sensation of the soft lips moving against his.
"Fuck, fuck, Ulquiorra…!" Grimmjow moaned, pressing his whole body against Ulquiorra's. Ulquiorra broke the kiss with a moan, his crotch being ever so gently pressed against the doorknob. Grimmjow groaned at the sound and pulled Ulquiorra along with him as he took slow steps back.
When Grimmjow felt the bed pressing against the back of his legs, he laid down and motioned for Ulquiorra to straddle him. Ulquiorra did so, hesitantly, and they resumed their kiss.
When Grimmjow lifted his hips and Ulquiorra gasped, Grimmjow slid his tongue into the kiss, relishing in he wet moan Ulquiorra let out. Grimmjow smirked as Ulquiorra began to rock his hips on his own, causing their hardening erections to rub against each other.
"Ulquiorra…" Grimmjow gasped as their kiss broke, leaving them both panting and breathless. Grimmjow stared into Ulquiorra's eyes, so dilated that they looked nearly black.
"Touch me…" Ulquiorra said, voice hoarse and thick with desire. Grimmjow spent no more time switching their positions, knees on either side of Ulquiorra's thighs. He locked their lips together, letting his tongue run across Ulquiorra's bottom lip. Ulquiorra whimpered and opened his mouth, allowing Grimmjow to learn every corner of his mouth.
Grimmjow's hand snaked up Ulquiorra's thigh, earning him a squirm from the man beneath him, and he quickly inserted it into the white hakama. Ulquiorra tensed and let out a breathy moan that slightly resembled Grimmjow's name. Grimmjow slowly slid down the cloth, gently esposing the hot porcalain flesh of Ulquiorra's hips and legs. When Grimmjow's hand made contact with Ulquiorra's hot, stiff erection, Ulquiorra moaned loudly and held onto his arm.
"No, I just want to feel you beside me, with me, please…" Ulquiorra whispered. Grimmjow smiled gently and nodded, giving Ulquiorra an innocent peck on the cheek.
"I won't go all the way, but I want to make you feel good." Grimmjow whispered, causing Ulquiorra to blush and moan lightly. His hand encircled the head before giving the shaft a long stroke, thumb rubbing over the top. Ulquiorra groaned, hands latching onto Grimmjow's black sash.
"M-Me too, I want you to feel good too." Ulquiorra choked out, tossing the sash as his other hand reached into Grimmjow's hakama bottom.
…
As they lay, spent and passing, Grimmjow couldn't help but pull Ulquiorra closer to his chest. Ulquiorra snuggled close to Grimmjow, causing a shit-eating grin to spread across his face. He ran his fingers through the jet black hair, tips just brushing the bone helm.
"I can't forgive him, you know…" Grimmjow whispered. Ulquiorra hummed, a sign for him to explain what he meant. "Aizen and Gin, I will never forgive them for taking my life, it's their fault I couldn't come back…" Grimmjow whispered, voice rasp.
"Yes, that may be true but…Aizen-sama was also the one that brought us back together, so I will try to please him as best as I can…"Ulquiorra replied, voice gently and unscathing. Grimmjow pondered on those words for a moment before smiling softly again.
What is destiny? Is it somebody's purpose in life, or a future that has already been decided? Was Grimmjow's destiny going to be the same as it is now, with Ulquiorra Schiffer under his arm? Or did destiny give him a chance, another chance of getting what he had once lost?
Destiny gave Grimmjow another chance, a chance at a happiness he didn't think he could obtain. And It all started with his memories, the memories of a certain emerald eyed, black haired teen that wouldn't leave him. It was all because of his memories of a love once lost that made him fight for what he couldn't have.
"Hey, Ulqui, in a way, didn't I come back to you anyway?"
To him, it wasn't a matter of strength. It took more strength to regain memories, to harbor the past than it did to simply forget. And that was something Grimmjow would never do. He would never forget Ulquiorra, or the memories they shared.
"Tch, Idiot."