I'm in love with a delinquent.

Chapter six.

Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach.

Warnings: Language, explicit content.

SO GUYS. Get ready for that chapter I've been talking about where things escalate really quickly. Shit's gonna happen.

"How long has he been touching you?"

"A few years maybe? I don't really remember when it all started." He shrugged, a little careless now. He was left invitingly numb after his sobbing, unable to register any type of emotion that may or may not cause him harm in his fragile state.

"Why haven't you gone to the police, Ulquiorra?"

"They don't care!" He snorted, laughing bitterly at himself. "Thousands of children suffer the way I do. They don't always get saved. In fact, more often than not, they end up ruined forever. All it takes is one time, and you're scared for the rest of your fucking life. I'll be scared of every man I meet. I don't even know why I agreed to date you, if anything, a relationship is the last thing I need."

Grimmjow frowned miserably at him. "Relationships aren't based entirely off of sex, Ulquiorra…" He muttered, and if you asked him, it wasn't very convincing.

"You know what Ichigo told me?" He asked rhetorically, not waiting for a reply as he continued on with his ranting, "He told me that you only wanted to date me because you wanted to have sex with me. And after that, you'd leave me in the dust. He knows because you did the same fucking thing to him. I can't trust you, Grimmjow. Your actions earlier only emphasis my point. I said no, but you didn't seem to give a damn. I bet the only reason you stopped was because I was in hysterics. You would have raped me Grimmjow."

Grimmjow stared at him with wide eyes, appearing shocked at his statement. "I-I might have gotten a little carried away, but I would never rape someone, Ulquiorra! I saved you from being raped before, didn't I!?"

Ulquiorra was silent after that, and for a good five minutes or so, he didn't utter a word to the blunette. But when he finally spoke, his tone was that of a whisper, " Hey… Do you still want to pursue this relationship with me, even though I can't really give you what you want…?"

"Of course I do," the other man said with a chuckle marring his raspy voice, his answer immediate. "Sex can wait for as long as you need it to. I'm okay with that."

"…I…I'm sorry." Ulquiorra murmured, leaning into his boyfriend's side. "I didn't intend to cause so much unnecessary problems for you."

"It's alright." Grimmjow's words were muffled by the kiss that was placed against his ebony hair. "We'll get through together, yes?"

It had been at least a month or two since his last serious discussion with Grimmjow. He didn't necessarily feel the need to narrate everything that happened between the two of them because nothing special had really happened yet. His dad still violated him, Ichigo was still acting distant, and Grimmjow had still been as sweet as he was before his outburst.

Ah, speaking of the blue-haired man, after his little episode at his house awhile back, he claimed that he would personally knock Aizen down a peg or two should he ever meet the man in person. And yes, while it was one of the most touching things Ulquiorra had ever heard, he knew he couldn't let Grimmjow go that far.

Except… Today he had plans to go to Grimmjow's house again tonight. He'd been doing that for a while now. It pissed his dad off, but he actually didn't care. If anything, he did it rebelliously, purposely infuriating the man… Which really wasn't a good idea, like playing with fire. However, after months of building up his confidence and breaking down the wall around his heart, Ulquiorra felt like he was finally ready for a little more.

"I think I love you."

The words were blurted, and the man across from him almost choked on the pizza they had ordered for dinner.

Round, blue eyes stared at him, bewilderment etched across his expression. "…What… Did you say…?"

"I think… That I've fallen in love with you, Grimmjow…" He repeated sheepishly, his eyes dropping to his lap. "I…I've never felt so safe around anyone, and I know it might be too soon. Hell, I'm not even sure what I'm saying, or why I'm telling you this all of a sudden, but-!"

Suddenly, there were hands cupping his face, and lips smothering his own. Surprised, the pale boy gasped, in which the other man took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, toying around with his own. Ulquiorra allowed the contact for a few moments longer before he broke away, his white face flushed pink. "What was that for…?"

"Jesus, Ulquiorra-chan…" Grimmjow murmured, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "The most emotional I've ever seen you was on that night… I've never really seen you happy, but now I have the chance to make you genuinely happy… I'm just… I'm ecstatic."

"There's one thing… I want to give you, Grimmjow." He hesitated for a split second before he grasped the other man's larger hand and moved it to his thigh.

"Ulquiorra…?" Grimmjow breathed, his expression vexed, confusion and concern melding into one. Sapphire met emerald, neither one willing to back down. "I can't… You're not ready.."

"Grimmjow, we've been dating for so long, I just-"

"Four years is a long time, Ulquiorra!" he interrupted, "We haven't even hit four months yet!"

"It's a long time for me… I've never had a relationship, Grimmjow." He persisted, moving to straddle the other man's lap. "I want to what makes you happy. Yes, I'm a little scared, and yes, I'll probably cry a little, but it's okay! I want to do this for you."

"Ulquiorra, do you even hear yourself?"

"I want to do this," he stressed, "please, Grimmjow. I'm running out of time with my dad, I can see it written on his face. All I want is to lose my virginity my way, with someone I love."

Grimmjow stared at him for a few more moment with a look of horror. They both knew what the end result would be, but with how stubborn Ulquiorra was, he also knew that the man would get his way. "I don't want to be the one to hurt you like this…"

"You won't." Ulquiorra shook his head furiously before he dove in to capture the other man's lips, effectively shutting him up of any other retort he had to give in the situation he was handed. He still silently protested for a minute before he felt a tongue against his bottom lip, one in which he welcomed immediately.

"I'm going to take things really slowly, okay?" Grimmjow murmured against his dual colored lips, the hand on his thigh gingerly massaging it.

Ulquiorra nodded, shivering lightly as his hand began to travel around in circles, starting from his knee to the inside of his thigh, and back down again, repeating the action. He was careful not to go too far up the boy's leg, nor did he make any move to discard his pants.

As one hand busied itself, the other ventured up his shirt, his fingers hovering over the man's slim, but surprisingly toned stomach rather gently. His breath hitched in his throat, but he forced himself to remain as calm as he could.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Emerald eyes snapped to attention, focusing on him completely now. "No, no I don't. No matter what I do or say, don't stop, okay?"

"…Gee, Ulquiorra, that's real convincing."

Grimmjow's tone represented something akin to a struggle as he shoved the hem of his shirt upwards, bunching the material at his chest. Ulquiorra stiffened as he heard a gasp leave the other man's throat, his blue eyes widening as he took in the sight of his milky skin.

Littered, down from his nipples and disappearing below the hem of the boxers that peaked out of his pants, were bruises. Bruises that varied from color, to size, to shape. Ones that were yellowed, blue, or darkened purple depending upon how old they were or how harshly they had been created. They were either shaped like rows of teeth, or the curves of someone's hands.

It was absolutely horrible.

"..Ul…Ulquiorra…"

He turned his head away, a scowl marring his doll-like face. Now Grimmjow wouldn't continue. Now, he would treat him like some rare, precious porcelain doll that needed to be babied and protected from anything that could potentially harm it.

But instead, he was surprised when he felt a pair of warm lips land just above his navel. He glanced down immediately to find the other man resting his head on his stomach, his eyes closed and his lips pursed in a frown.

"It's sickening…" He murmured, drawing a flinch from the raven-haired boy. "I can't believe it was this bad… I'm so sorry…"

"I don't want your pity." Ulquiorra deadpanned.

"If I ever meet this man," Grimmjow growled, his azure eyes fierce as he met Ulquiorra's gaze, "I'll kill him."

The boy's soon-to-be indignant reply was suffocated by the lips that covered his own. Grimmjow was kissing him roughly, possessively, if anything else; but even if his mouth was rough against his own, his hands were gentle. They rubbed soothingly at the bruises that peppered across his torso with care, putting just enough pressure in the right places to have him gasping out quietly under his breath.

Grimmjow chuckled softly against his lips, and he drew away then, his hands stilling as he smirked cockily. "Looks like I found a way to get you to moan without traumatizing you."

Ulquiorra blushed furiously, and he opened his mouth, only to close it immediately once he realized that he didn't really have much of a way to respond to his boyfriend's claim. He simply sat there and stared dumbly at the other male.

The other man just smiled at him and withdrew then, holding a hand out to him, one which he took quickly. Grimmjow pulled him off the floor and lead him to another room - the bedroom, he realized. Once they reached the doorway, however, he stopped in his footsteps, earning an inquisitive look from his boyfriend.

"Ulquiorra…You don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you." He promised, his normally rough voice surprisingly soft and soothing to his ears.

He nodded meekly, unable to do much else as he followed the blue-haired man to the mattress, allowing himself to sit on the surprisingly soft fabric. The other man placed his hands on his shoulders, gently guiding him backwards until his back hit the sheets. Grimmjow crawled on top of him, and he immediately screwed his eyes shut, afraid of what he knew awaited him now.

"Hey…" The other man's smooth voice edged him slowly from his fears, and he peered open his eyes to stare into the other man's deep blue eyes. "It's okay… We really don't have to do this, Ulquiorra…" That was when he sighed and moved to get off of the pale boy.

"No!" Ulquiorra shouted, feeling abrupt panic, and grabbed tightly onto the other man's shirt, jerking him back down to his level. "We have to do this, Grimmjow."

Grimmjow simply stared at him, mouth agape, seeming as if he were about to protest. But Ulquiorra wouldn't be having any of that, as he smothered their mouths together again. "Please," He murmured against the blue-haired man's lips, "Just.. Do it…"

He could hear the other man's sharp intake of breath, and there was a moment between them when they simply remained like this- Grimmjow hovering above him, placing gentle kisses on his lips- before large, warm hands traveled to the hem of his shirt again, shoving the fabric over his head slowly. The raven-haired boy shivered as he felt the article of clothing being removed from his person, but he made no move to stop him.

Next, he felt the other man's hands working at the button of his jeans, and he stiffened immediately, his body growing rigid. This gained Grimmjow's attention, his blue eyes meeting his screwed-shut eyes and the struggle smeared on his expression. "Ulquiorra… Is this okay?" He asked hesitantly, removing the button from it's confines and unzipping his pants.

"Y-yes." He answered immediately, forcing himself to calm his erratic breathing as he opened his eyes again, watching as his pants were tugged slowly down his legs. Ulquiorra grimaced at the sight of the bruises that marred his thighs, most of them being the shape of the monster's hands, others, its teeth. Even Grimmjow's opinion was prominent, as he growled lowly in the back of his throat at witnessing first hand what Ulquiorra had to endure at home. His calloused hands brushed against them, something that had him flinching sharply. Blue met green, and the blue-haired man leaned forewords to press another kiss against his lips.

"I'm not him, Ulquiorra."

I know. His mind screamed back, but he was unable to legitimately form the words to tell his boyfriend what emotions were swirling rapidly inside. He was determined, but he was terrified out of his mind as well. Any contact with another person scared him to death, and the very thought of doing such an intimate act with someone caused him internal peril. All he was able to muster, however, was a shaky nod.

In one swift moment, he assumed that such an action was taken to lessen the burden on his soul, his boxers were slipped down his legs, and removed quickly from his person.

Ulquiorra held his breath, for he didn't want the other man to pick up on the labored pace his lungs decided to take. And in a hasty, and plentiful rustle of clothing, he hesitantly glanced up to see that he wasn't the only one who was naked anymore.

The air he'd previously been trying to contain left him in a rush as Grimmjow grasped the insides of his thighs and slowly parted them, moving to sit in between them. The look on his face was rather stoic, it was a look he'd never seen before, it was as if he didn't know what course of action to take next, or like he was waiting for him to begin breaking apart.

That was something he didn't have to wait long for. His chest already felt constrictive, his eyes began to burn, threatening to spill everlasting tears down his cheeks. His breath left him in shaky gasps, broken every now and then by sobs that welled in his throat.

"Ulquiorra…" Grimmjow murmured, swiping a thumb gently across his face. "It's okay… I'm not going to hurt you."

His words did little to nothing to calm Ulquiorra. He continued to cry, his own hands frantically coming up now to smear them from his cheeks, the action quickly reddening his face as he rubbed it raw so repeatedly. The other man frowned at him, but he must have realized that there was nothing he could do, because he did nothing but sit there and wait for his meltdown to subside.

"Are you alright now…?" He questioned once his petite body ceased its tremors.

"I told you not to stop…" Ulquiorra retorted.

Grimmjow snorted at him, a half-assed grin splitting his lips. It was then that he felt something slick and wet graze ever-so-lightly against the rim of his entrance, and he stiffened immediately, the terror he felt previously threatening to overcome him again.

"It's okay. I just need to prepare you first… I don't want you to hurt anymore than necessary."

He nodded frantically in response. "Don't stop, then…"

Grimmjow didn't reply, he simply slipped a finger inside of him, an action that alone had him screaming out in agony, and clutching desperately onto the man above him. The intrusion was extremely foreign, the pain it brought with it was mild at best, but that didn't necessarily mean that it was any less damaging to his mental or physical state. That lone finger slipped back and forth inside of him slowly, letting him grow accustomed to the feeling of having something inside of him.

And despite his shaking body, Grimmjow still asked, "Are you okay?"

His only response was a nod, and with it came a hand that wasted no time in slipping a second and then a third finger inside. The sudden intrusion was too much for Ulquiorra, and he screamed for a second time, though this time, it was more raw, laced with the pain that came with it.

"I'm sorry," Grimmjow apologized hastily, slowly scissoring his insides. "That was too quick for you, wasn't it…?"

"K-k-keep… G-guh… Going."

"…Alright…"

The insufferable intrusion lasted a few seconds more, he felt his insides tear and stretch uncomfortably, the physical pain mirroring psychological at this point. His mind was hurting as terribly bad as his insides were, and he truly didn't know if he could take it anymore.

"This is where things will get difficult, Ulquiorra… Be strong, okay?"

What?

He only had time for that one thought to process before he felt something much bigger shove its way inside him. Every other part of his being was erased as his mind went blank, and his body arched from the searing pain that clawed up his spine, his head rearing back in one, swift movement that left the room spinning. Unintelligible noises escaped his throat in the form of unorthodox screams, coming one after another as the intrusion buried its way deeper, the action seeming endless before it came to a halt.

Tears welled, falling shamelessly down his face repeatedly, dripping from his chin and landing in a forming puddle at his chest; how naïve he was, to think that the previous intrusion had been unbearable. This one left his entire body trembling violently, his body convulsing with the sobs that tore from him one after another.

"Hey, hey…" He heard Grimmjow's smooth voice at his ear again, his tone of voice soft as his lips grazed his face. "It's okay, Ulquiorra… It's not that bad…"

They remained like this for more than a few minutes. It almost felt like hours dragged by where he simply sobbed, and Grimmjow waited patiently on his end for him to calm and cease crying. Finally, he'd gained his dignity back, and his sobs quieted down to a mere trembling of his bottom lip. "A-alright.. Go on.. A-and d-don't stop this time.. Or I won't… Be able to…"

"Okay." Grimmjow agreed, somehow being able to decipher his unintelligible mumbling.

He began thrusting slowly inside of him, and with each movement, Ulquiorra jerked sharply, a cry of pain leaving his lips. But, being true to his word, Grimmjow did not stop, he continued on, his thrusts increasing in depth each time he plowed back inside of his body.

At first, he didn't understand what the man was aiming for, why this act was so sensual to other people, how they talked about sex like it was the greatest feeling in the whole world. But then, Grimmjow struck something deep, deep down inside of him that had him arching out again, a scream leaving his throat unlike the caliber of those before. However, this one was not of pain. Whatever the other man hit felt beyond what words could describe. It was extreme, but it was in no way painful. If anything, it blinded his vision in very pleasant way.

"Ha… Looks like I found what I needed." Grimmjow chuckled breathlessly, his thrusts increasing in speed this time, hitting him in that same exact spot over and over… It left him breathless and tore noises from him that he couldn't even explain without thoroughly embarrassing himself.

It was at that moment that he felt a hand slip in between their sweat laced bodies and squeezed him to completion. The action was far too familiar for his tastes, and even though it drove him to the edge, he came sobbing, the tears merging with the grudgingly pleasured moans that left his throat.

It wasn't too far after that he felt that hot, sticky liquid that was also sickly familiar to him. Only this time, it splattered his insides, rather than his backside. Grimmjow swiftly removed himself, his arms supporting the pale boy as he continued to cry, the sobs seeming to be endless.

"Ulquiorra…" Grimmjow whispered, laying him down and taking the space beside him, his large hand enveloping his. "It's okay… It's all over now."

A few moments later, the raven-haired boy finally registered those words, and they calmed him enough to where his tears were nothing but dry sobs as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're right," He breathed, a feeling of bliss suddenly blanketing him, warming his chest in a way that he didn't fully understand.

I see… This must be what happiness feels like…

The next day, Grimmjow insisted on walking him home, as it was the first time he'd ever spent the entire night at his house and he wanted to make sure he got home safely, without his personal monster taking it out on him.

Once they were a block away, Ulquiorra halted in his step.

"This… Is far enough…" He muttered, sheepishly meeting his lover's blue eyes, "I don't want him seeing… I just… Things might go badly if he sees you."

"No, I understand." Grimmjow shrugged, grinning down at him. "Stay safe, okay?"

"Mhm." Ulquiorra hummed in response, standing on his tip-toes to receive the kiss the other man was leaning down to give him.

He turned, waving one last time at the man, a smile gracing his lips for the first time in a long, long time.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

However, it was about an hour later that his brother burst into his room, his expression one of absolute terror. He didn't spare Ulquiorra a single second to process what was happening before he breathed a sigh of relief and swooped down to grasp him tightly in his arms. The boy stiffened, still feeling sore from his endeavors with Grimmjow.

"Murcielago…?" He questioned, eyes widening as he felt the other man's frame tremble with sobs.

"I-I was so worried, Ulquiorra!" He shouted, his worry palpable, as their father was not home, and he didn't have to stifle anything.

"What's going on?" Ulquiorra demanded, putting his hands on his brother's shoulders and pushing him back enough so that he could meet his identical green eyes.

"Ulquiorra…" Murcielago breathed, his voice sounding broken, full of regret and sadness. "I wish I didn't have to tell you this… I'm so sorry…"

What his brother said next nearly caused his heart to stop.

"Grimmjow was found dead less than a block from here."

OKAY. OKAY. YES. IT HAPPENED.

I'm sorry, but, as I do believe I mentioned before, this story is not going to be a happy one, please don't hate me. OTL And, uhm, things are only going to get more heartbreaking, but Ulqui and Grimmy had their moment, didn't they? I gave you something, so~~ Also, there was a reason why I wrote this solely in Ulqui's POV, it'll be explained in a later chapter.