7 deadly sins - Sloth
Title: 7 deadly sins - Sloth
Rating: G? yeah probably
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, fluff? (for this pairing anyway)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them
Sloth
Grimmjow loves mornings like these. (There’s heat, real heat from an artificial sun Aizen has been persuaded to create for the day. Gin is sometimes very useful) He lazes in bed, curling into the heated spot left by his...lover? Grimmjow has no idea, and to be frank he doesn’t give a fuck about labeling. As long as he can have that slender body writhing against him. He smirks to himself, memories bathed in cold moonlight and the sounds of Ulquiorra’s self control cracking. He basks in the snug warmth, and the memories. He kinda needs to piss but he wont need to go for a while. Right now he can just relax and try to catch up on a little sleep.
Ulquiorra returns to his sleeping chambers reticent. The meeting with Aizen is over and he has the morning free, the warmth of a cosy bed calls to his drained muscles more than he will admit. As he enters he stills, for there is an unexpected surprise waiting for him. Grimmjow is sprawled over most of the bed, face relaxed and snoring gently. Ulquiorra frowns slightly, in his perfectly ordered universe Grimmjow shouldn’t still be here, and then he approaches the bed. Even before he touches him he can feel the heat radiating off of him, in that particular way a sleeping person has. His own hands are icy from walking where sunlight cannot penetrate and he longs to just curl up beside this unique furnace and sleep away his free morning. Grimmjow is naked, covered by a light sheen of sweat and the smell of sex still lies heavy on him. It’s not hard to guess that he hasn’t risen since last night. Ulquiorra sighs in his head as he removes his uniform and pulls back the covers. The sigh is vocalised with a light tremor running up his spine as he presses himself against the warm body, his icy skin twitching in response. And he drifts off satisfied.
When Grimmjow dozes awake Ulquiorra is there, head resting on his own outstretched arm. He wants to just lie and watch the gentle rise and fall of his deceptively delicate frame, but the need to piss is really strong now. As gently as possible he slides his arm out and leaves. As he does Ulquiorra instinctively shuffles into the warm spot left, mumbling in his sleep. Grimmjow grins and leaves. When he comes back the cuatro is awake, resting on his stomach propped up on his elbows. His eyes are still swollen from sleep and his black hair disheveled. Grimmjow can’t help but think how absolutely fucking gorgeous he looks. Once more he joins him in bed and they both shift around trying to find a way to settle comfortably. Eventually they end up Grimmjow on his back, one arm twined around Ulquiorra’s waist and tracing circles along his lower back as the dark head rests in the hollow between shoulder and neck. And they both doze, thinking about nothing and everything and watching the sun grow dimmer in the sky.
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This chapter was meant to be more...mellow... oh well it turned out ok, right? I wanted it to be fluff but it /really/ doesnt suit them so it turned out a lil rough...
I think this is one of my favourite chapters, because of the language. But then again im probably just blowing my own horn. Well, please put concrit. And someone please talk to me? feedback would be loved, as well as peoples opinions on my portrayal of this pairing (its ok to say its shite!) xx
Rating: G? yeah probably
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, fluff? (for this pairing anyway)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them
Sloth
Grimmjow loves mornings like these. (There’s heat, real heat from an artificial sun Aizen has been persuaded to create for the day. Gin is sometimes very useful) He lazes in bed, curling into the heated spot left by his...lover? Grimmjow has no idea, and to be frank he doesn’t give a fuck about labeling. As long as he can have that slender body writhing against him. He smirks to himself, memories bathed in cold moonlight and the sounds of Ulquiorra’s self control cracking. He basks in the snug warmth, and the memories. He kinda needs to piss but he wont need to go for a while. Right now he can just relax and try to catch up on a little sleep.
Ulquiorra returns to his sleeping chambers reticent. The meeting with Aizen is over and he has the morning free, the warmth of a cosy bed calls to his drained muscles more than he will admit. As he enters he stills, for there is an unexpected surprise waiting for him. Grimmjow is sprawled over most of the bed, face relaxed and snoring gently. Ulquiorra frowns slightly, in his perfectly ordered universe Grimmjow shouldn’t still be here, and then he approaches the bed. Even before he touches him he can feel the heat radiating off of him, in that particular way a sleeping person has. His own hands are icy from walking where sunlight cannot penetrate and he longs to just curl up beside this unique furnace and sleep away his free morning. Grimmjow is naked, covered by a light sheen of sweat and the smell of sex still lies heavy on him. It’s not hard to guess that he hasn’t risen since last night. Ulquiorra sighs in his head as he removes his uniform and pulls back the covers. The sigh is vocalised with a light tremor running up his spine as he presses himself against the warm body, his icy skin twitching in response. And he drifts off satisfied.
When Grimmjow dozes awake Ulquiorra is there, head resting on his own outstretched arm. He wants to just lie and watch the gentle rise and fall of his deceptively delicate frame, but the need to piss is really strong now. As gently as possible he slides his arm out and leaves. As he does Ulquiorra instinctively shuffles into the warm spot left, mumbling in his sleep. Grimmjow grins and leaves. When he comes back the cuatro is awake, resting on his stomach propped up on his elbows. His eyes are still swollen from sleep and his black hair disheveled. Grimmjow can’t help but think how absolutely fucking gorgeous he looks. Once more he joins him in bed and they both shift around trying to find a way to settle comfortably. Eventually they end up Grimmjow on his back, one arm twined around Ulquiorra’s waist and tracing circles along his lower back as the dark head rests in the hollow between shoulder and neck. And they both doze, thinking about nothing and everything and watching the sun grow dimmer in the sky.
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This chapter was meant to be more...mellow... oh well it turned out ok, right? I wanted it to be fluff but it /really/ doesnt suit them so it turned out a lil rough...
I think this is one of my favourite chapters, because of the language. But then again im probably just blowing my own horn. Well, please put concrit. And someone please talk to me? feedback would be loved, as well as peoples opinions on my portrayal of this pairing (its ok to say its shite!) xx