"You did what?" Grimmjow snarled at Szayel, grabbing the Octava Espada by his collar and shoving him up against the wall in one of the many hallways in Las Noches.
Szayel was frightened; the man holding him up against the wall was two ranks above him, but he couldn't help the smirk that overtook his face as he repeated, "I told Ulquiorra that you wanted to fuck him."
Grimmjow growled, and pulled his fist back, ready to punch Szayel. The pink-haired scientist gulped and closed his eyes, but the impact never came.
"Release him, Grimmjow," said a smirking Nnoitra, the Quinta Espada. Grimmjow gave the dark-haired man a death glare as he yanked his left arm from him and released Szayel.
Szayel closed his eyes in relief before looking at Nnoitra, "Thanks." The Quinta Espada just smirked, "Well, my pleasure. Oh, Grimmjow?" He said, glancing at the blue-haired panther Arrancar.
Grimmjow gave a steady glare, wishing he could rip Nnoitra's smug face to shreds, "What the fuck you want?" Nnoitra giggled lightly, stepping beside Szayel, "So I heard you want to take Ulquiorra, hm?" Grimmjow's eyes widened in disgust, "DAMN IT, SZAYEL!"
After Grimmjow's homicide attempt on Szayel, the Sexta Espada made his way to his room.
He slammed the door as he entered, not believing that Szayel had been going around telling not only Ulquiorra this shit, but all his stupid friends… quite a few of his friends being higher up than Grimmjow himself.
It took all his willpower not to tear something up as he threw himself on his bed, trying to calm down as there was a knock on his door.
"Go the fuck away." He spat. He then heard a familiar chuckle, "Oh is that any way to speak to me?" Gin Ichimaru's voice teased. Grimmjow couldn't believe the shitty day he was having, and Gin was just going to make it worse.
He got up and opened the door with more force than needed, "What the fuck do you want, Ichimaru?" Gin just gave the grin he wore most of the time and gently fanned himself, "Well, there's a rumor going around about you wanting a piece of Ulqui. That true?"
Grimmjow wanted nothing more than to knock the sly smile off of the Shinigami's face; but he settled for simply slamming the door and marching back to his bed.
Gin wasn't surprised that Grimmjow slammed the door. He found it quite hysterical, actually. He turned on his heel while continuing to fan himself.
He was passing the kitchen when he caught a glimpse of raven hair and forest green eyes.
'Ulquiorra,' he thought mischievously, 'fucking perfect.'
He walked nonchalantly into the kitchen, ordering the chef to fix him some pasta while he sat down across the island from Ulquiorra; who was eating a salad.
The Cuarta Espada glanced up and bowed his head, "Gin-sama." Gin gave his fox grin, "Ulquiorra." He tilted his head slightly, "What seems to be troubling you?"
Ulquiorra didn't quite get what Gin was getting at, but the only thing on his mind was his earlier conversation with Szayel, and how he didn't understand what anything he said meant. The "getting in his pants" thing, nor the "he wants to fuck you" thing. It just didn't register in his mind. As far as Ulquiorra knew, 'fuck' was just a word others around him used to express disdain about something… but Szayel had said… Grimmjow liked him.
He finally answered, still deep in thought, "Szayel came to me today." Gin raised an interested eyebrow; as if he didn't know what Ulquiorra was talking about and replied, "Really? What happened?"
Ulquiorra took a bite of his salad, chewing slowly. "It was about Grimmjow." Gin giggled, "Oh, him?" The silver-haired man then thanked the chef who brought him his pasta before digging in.
Ulquiorra didn't understand what was humorous about that statement, but continued on, "He said that… he said a lot of things. Mostly that Grimmjow does not really hate me. It is… misdirected hatred due to the fact he's jealous of me and 'wants me', according to Szayel."
Gin nodded as if giving it a lot of thought, "Hm, I see; you understand all that you said to me?" Ulquiorra remained impassive, "To tell you the truth, I could not care less about his reasons for jealousy or… 'wanting me'."
Gin's smile grew wider, "Hm; did Szayel happen to say anything else interesting to you? Anything that you found… odd?" Ulquiorra gave a small nod, "He said Grimmjow wanted in my pants, but I don't understand why. There's nothing in there for him. When I didn't understand that, Szayel elaborated by saying that it was just a saying for 'I want to fuck you', but…"
Gin cracked up laughing, "You don't know what that is either?" Ulquiorra took another bite of salad, shrugging, "If it were important, I would know, Gin-sama. Seeing as Grimmjow is trash, I doubt anything associating with him could count as important."
Gin raised an eyebrow, knowing that Ulquiorra couldn't be that dense; maybe the simplest terms possible needed to be used, and so, Gin thought he'd give Ulquiorra a shove in the right direction and offered, "Ulquiorra… 'I want to fuck you' is a saying for 'I want to have sex with you.'"
A dead silence settled over the kitchen as Szayel, Yammy and Nnoitra entered; deciding to reveal themselves after hiding in the door way and watched the expression on Ulquiorra's face.
Ulquiorra's usually expressionless deep green eyes widened in surprise, and his mouth even opened a little.
He had to admit to himself he was slightly flustered, "Sex? He wants to have sex with me?" Szayel then for the second time that day smacked his forehead -along with Yammy, Nnoitra and Gin-, "Oh, so you know what sex means. Just not the sayings associated with it."
Ulquiorra's light blush and silence was his answer.
A/N: Hahaha, I guess this is going to be a… three-shot, because, hell, the M-rating has to come in to play sometime, right? Anyway, thank you to all who have reviewed, and I hope you like this chapter too! Review please! ~Aly~