Grimmjow x Ulquiorra
Prize
The sight of the lithe, writhing, pale body underneath him should have been enough, those low moans and digging fingers should have been fine, but the fact was that there was nothing in those eyes that gave anything away, and that freaked him out a little bit. He needed something to make sense of it all, some kind of reason.
So he pressed and worked at it and made it as good as he could. He never shut the door on him and he gave up his tactless insults in bed. It was hard, but he stuck to it.
His prize was seeing, just for a moment, a fleeting emotion in Ulquiorra's eyes, even though he did not know what it was or what it meant.
Just seeing it was enough.