Cold Night In Hueco Mundo [PWP]
Title: Cold Night In Hueco Mundo
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ulquiorra
Genre: PWP, smut
Warning: Not really, but does have Szayel in it ... somewhere ...
Rating: R18+ (or NC-17 whatever that means LOL) for smex and lots of swearing XP
Word Count: 3170
Summary: Ulquiorra gets something from Szayel that he wants to try out on Grimmjow.
Note: My first ever attempt at writing smex, unbeta-ed because I was too embarrased to ask anyone to read over it for me XP. This started as a 100-word drabble for a contest on Aarin last year, but I thought I'd expand it a little.
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A figure stood under the eternal moon, leaning against the wall. No sound anywhere except for the howling, icy wind ... and slow, methodical footsteps, getting louder.
"Grimmjow, I am cold." The stoic tone of Ulquiorra announced to him.
"Will you not warm me?"
He didn't answer, nor did he turn around.
Perhaps I was too cold to him.
In front of Aizen and the other Espada, he treated Grimmjow with his signature aloofness. But when they were alone ...
"Grimmjo-" As he walked closer, something stopped him. It was the sound of a snoring Espada who fell asleep waiting for their tryst...
He felt Ulquiorra's reiatsu and his eyes snapped open immediately. He stumbled slightly, trying to pretend that nothing had been amiss, but fooling neither of them. It wasn't Grimmjow's fault. The eternal night made time difficult to track. He had been waiting for hours, yet to Ulquiorra, it hadn't felt so long. He hurriedly wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth before turning around.
Perhaps I should apologize to him for the wait...
"S'rry 'bout that Ulqui'ra." Words slurring as he tried to blink his eyes into focus, "...weren't sure how long you'd be ..."
For once, Grimmjow has said the right thing. He had said the exact thing that Ulquiorra himself was about to say. This definitely warranted some reward.
"It doesn’t matter. The meeting is over. The time now, I can spend at my own leisure." He looked at him with an almost softened expressed. Almost.
Grimmjow stared at him. Had he been imagining it? Or did Ulquiorra put some emphasis on the word 'leisure'? He shook his head to rid himself of the last remnants of sleep and concentrate on the strange event happening before him. Ulquiorra wasn't indifferent to him. Ulquiorra wasn't angry. Ulquiorra forgave him for falling asleep. Ulquiorra was inviting him for fucking 'leisure'?!
This had better not be Aizen unleashing Kyouka Suigetsu to punish him at his whim.
This had better not be that bastard Szayel Aporro Grantz playing some sick joke.
Ulquiorra continued to look at him expectantly.
Fuck this. This is the only time he's ever come on to me and I sure ain't gonna blow my chance.
"My room or yours?"
"You know the exact words to ruin the moment, don't you, Grimmjow?"
"Aww, come on, gimme a break, I've been waiting for hours, and now you gimme a look I sure as hell never seen before, what didja expect me to say?"
"Do you ever clean your room?"
"Hey, so long as the bed is clean, what do you care the rest of the room looks like?"
Grimmjow was slowly losing all the bonus points he gained earlier.
“We will go to my room.” Ulquiorra’s face didn’t change in the slightest, but his mood changed from one of almost pleasant surprise to one of familiar almost exasperation. Ulquiorra wasn’t one for extreme emotions.
He hadn’t planned on using it, but this seemed like a good opportunity now.
“Szayel developed a new lotion. For some reason he gave it to me, accompanied by a strange look. Perhaps this is the moment to try it.”
That’s coz he’s a fucking perve who wants to watch and get off on it if he ever gets the chance.
“Is that a fucking joke? I sure as fuck ain’t gonna touch anything that he’s made! For all I know, that thing could turn you into one of his Fracción! Or give you a rash ... somewhere”
“You assume that I will be the one using it.”
It took a few seconds for that to register. Grimmjow was still slightly slow after his catnap.
“Wha- … no! fuck no! No fucking way! Are you insane? As if I’ll go anywhere near that thing! No! I’m going back to my room. Nothing’s gonna get me to use that bastard’s freaky shit!”
“You assume that you have a choice.”
“Wha-what?! No Ulquiorra, that was a joke right? Alright, so I shouldn’t’na said all that, I shoulda waited, maybe let you talk. Com’on! No way, I don’t wanna suffer something weird!”
“Anything that happens to you is reversible. We have Inoue Orihime for that.”
Grimmjow stared at him again. Another pause as a cog seemed to grind into place.
“My room’s closer.”
Grimmjow turned around and hurried towards the direction of his door, not waiting to see if Ulquiorra’s following him. He had his hands in his pockets and felt frustrated that they weren’t near enough to where he wanted them to be right away. But then, once they got to his room, he’d have pale hands rubbing weird shit all over exactly where he wanted to be rubbed. Grimmjow quickened his pace. It got a little more uncomfortable to walk.
Ulquiorra was almost amused by this reaction, so he decided to follow. Having Orihime here in Hueco Mundo was definitely useful. He wondered why he never thought of using her before.
Grimmjow got to his door, opened it, and hurried inside. He needed to sit down. His groin was making it slightly painful even to stand. Ulquiorra appeared at the doorway moments later, strolling in at his usual pace. The door shut behind him as he entered and there was a soft click of a lock. Now they were alone.
“Com’ere Ulquiorra.”
Ulquiorra stared at him coldly but obliged, closing the gap between them. Grimmjow gave him a mischievous look and nodded towards his groin. It was already making a small tent through his hakama.
“If I’m gonna get weird shit on me, I gotta have something good first right?”
Ulquiorra exhaled a little, then knelt down between his legs and leaned forwards to slowly tug down the waist band. The freed cock fell forwards and he gave the tip a tentative lick.
“Yeah, like that…”
Grimmjow almost came from the sight and the sensation. Ulquiorra never gave him head. Well, only once before, but it was in a dark corner before some meeting and only because the prissy bitch didn’t want to get his clothes dirty ‘in Aizen-sama’s presence’. This was different. Definitely the first time he could see it all: the pale face looking up at him and the green lines down his cheeks curving slightly when he took the cock into his mouth and began to suck. It was incredible, hot and wet tongue licking all over.
His hand reached down to touch the silky black hair, then ran his fingers through and gripped them tightly, guiding that mouth deeper until he could feel the tip hit the back of Ulquiorra’s throat. It was all he could do to control himself and not just shoot his load down that throat. He gripped the sheets with his other hand to stop himself from thrusting.
Ulquiorra put his hands on Grimmjow’s thighs and pushed himself back.
“Don’t stop! It was fucking good!”
He said nothing, instead, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small vial the size of his index finger. The liquid inside was electric blue.
Grimmjow looked at it suspiciously. He had almost forgotten about Szayel’s weirdo ‘lotion’ while Ulquiorra was sucking him off. But now it was coming back to haunt him.
Thin, pale fingers removed the cap of the vial. He held the liquid towards the twitching cock before it. Grimmjow crawled backwards from the edge of the bed to its centre, trying to get away. But he soon gave up. Ulquiorra was crawling towards him, giving him an intense look which passed through Grimmjow’s eyeballs and shot straight to his groin. He groaned and stopped, awaiting his fate.
This better be good Szayel! I’ll kill you if it fucks something up!
Ulquiorra moved his arm forwards, the vial poised over the reddening cock. Grimmjow shut his eyes, not wanting to see what it was going to do to him, but kept one eye open a slit. Curiosity. This was his manhood possibly being tampered with, after all.
The blue liquid seemed to fall downwards in slow motion. It cascaded over Grimmjow’s cock and balls and inner thigh.
“Fuck that burns! That’s fucking hot! Or fucking cold, I can’t tel-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because the liquid seemed to have taken effect. His body jerked a little as that burning feeling moved through him. Grimmjow had never been so turned on in his entire death. Or even the lives before. His cock strained and twitched. It was amazing, pleasurable sensations ran from his groin through every nerve in his body, even his scalp and fingers tingled. He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him.
Ulquiorra tossed the empty vial aside. It didn’t look like a rash had broken out; on the contrary, it seemed to be making the Espada before him feel very very good. Tanned hands reached down to try and stroke at the neglected cock, but Ulquiorra stopped them before they reached their destination, pinning the wrists to either side of Grimmjow’s body with amazing strength. His reiatsu flared a little.
“Not yet Grimmjow. You don’t get to cum by yourself while I’m in the room.”
He groaned, shifting around and clutching at the sheets, but complied. It looked like Grimmjow was the one being fucked. This made Ulquiorra raise his eyebrows ever so slightly. It also seemed to arouse him. He let go of Grimmjow’s wrists and took off his clothes, folded them carefully and set them off to the side of the bed, then turned back to the Espada who seemed lost in his own world.
Ulquiorra wrapped his thin fingers around the now angry red cock, covering his hand with the blue liquid that was now mixed with Grimmjow’s pre-cum. It seemed that it only had an effect on the blue-head. Ulquiorra didn’t feel anything except slippery hands.
Upon the contact however, Grimmjow’s closed eyes suddenly snapped open. A dangerous look glinted in them. His breath grew heavy, emitting a low growl in his throat.
Less than a second later, the smaller Espada found himself on his back, looking up rather than down into those eyes. He didn’t have a good feeling about this, but decided to play along nonetheless. He was the fourth Espada for a reason; he could overpower the Sexta Espada if he really wanted to. It was interesting to let him think that he was in charge this time. So he laid still and waited.
Grimmjow leaned over him, looking more like his primal, released state, a predator claiming his prey and keeping it pinned down with his body and his reiatsu, ready to devour. His right hand smoothed over Ulquiorra’s throat and fingered the Hollow hole’s rim. Then he lunged forward and attacked those pale lips with his own, exploring and tasting with a mad passion that surprised them both. Or perhaps just Ulquiorra. Grimmjow wasn’t himself enough to be surprised anymore.
While they fought with lips and tongues, Grimmjow’s other hand moved south and started to jerk the erection rubbing on his thigh. Ulquiorra eyes widened as he suddenly felt that hand travel further south, past his balls and down to his entrance. Usually, he did the preparation himself and let Grimmjow fuck him after, because it would be mean that he controlled the pace. It would drive the blue-head crazy, being teased with the sight of Ulquiorra as he slid his own fingers in to stretch himself, pleasuring at the same time, all the while not being able to touch until he was on the verge of absolute desperate. That pale face always calmly called the shots and Grimmjow always obeyed, slaved to his own lust.
But before he had even time to protest, a finger forcefully pushed past the tight ring of muscles and started to move in and out of him. Whatever protest his mind managed to send to his mouth was swallowed by the kiss that was still ongoing. He was grateful that he was dead, or he would have suffocated by now. Well, at least the brute had the rantionality left to prepare him rather than just start humping him. It was a sign that he wasn’t entirely an animal … yet.
The thoughts that ran through his head progressively deteriorated in coherence as a spark of pleasure ran through him. Grimmjow had three fingers in and was now stroking just the right place inside him. A loud moan escaped Ulquiorra’s throat and the blue-head finally released him from the kiss. He looked up at those blue eyes and the sensual tongue licking slightly swollen lips, all the while still having those fingers moving in and out of him. His mind was hazy, all he knew was that he wanted more, and those lusty eyes shining above him looked like they would satisfy him.
“Grimmjow…”
But that fully lubricated cock was already nudging at his entrance. Ulquiorra felt the familiar sting as the thick head pushed through. Usually Grimmjow would slow down and wait for him to adjust, but today, he drove in mercilessly, only stopping when he had buried himself to the hilt.
“Uhhhhh…”
He growled with pleasure at the wet heat enveloping around his cock, tight as usual, no matter how many times he been in it. Ulquiorra’s body shook from the intrusion, and he could only speak through gritted teeth, the heat of it all was overwhelming him.
“Fuck me, Grimmjow. Now.”
He looked into those feverish eyes and reached up to grab the back of Grimmjow’s neck, bringing him down for another fierce kiss as Grimmjow started to move and thrust with a slow rhythm that quickened rapidly. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against sweaty skin and moans and groans getting louder and louder.
Soon, Grimmjow pushed himself up and grabbed the pale hips with both hands, giving himself the leverage to move even faster. The change in the angle of his thrusts made Ulquiorra cry out and close his fingers around the sheets beneath him. The blue-head was repeatedly and ruthlessly ramming into his sweet spot, and pushing them both higher and higher to their peak.
Their reiatsu flared and spiralled around each other as a final thrust pushed Ulquiorra over the edge. He arched back, splattering hot cum all over his abdomen and chest as he rode wave after wave of ecstasy. The muscles tightened around Grimmjow’s cock almost painfully and he was pulled into that same ecstasy, being milked dry as he emptied himself into that heat.
His orgasm slowly subsiding, Ulquiorra’s usually expression softened to the point of being almost pleasant (although it would never go to the extent of a smile). This had been incredible; letting Grimmjow take the reins for once had not proven to be a bad idea.
He was content to just lie there and recover, but the cock still inside him was hardening again.
“Not yet, I’m not done.”
He had finally spoken, and it came out as a feral growl that resounded through the every cell in Ulquiorra’s body. He looked up into those blue eyes and saw a gleam that made him both alarmed and excited at the same time.
“No. We are done.”
He tried to get up and crawl away, an undignified sight that he let himself suffer, if only to escape, but he didn’t move even a pace before strong hands caught his waist and held him in place.
“We’ll be done when I say so, Ulquiorra.”
His name was purred into his ear, and the voice seemed to weaken Ulquiorra’s limbs. He slumped forwards, forehead leaning against the bed as that cock was pushing immediately at his entrance, leaking cum providing the perfect lubricant to slide home once again. He shuddered involuntarily as his over-sensitised body was subject to yet another bout of fierce fucking.
Blackness slowly licked at the edges of his unconsciousness. Ulquiorra lost count of how many times they had fucked after a while, too exhausted to even move, yet still looking forward to each orgasm. Cum and sweat smeared all over his body after Grimmjow flopped him over time and time again. He vaguely wondered if that lotion was the source of this overpowering stamina, or if Grimmjow had it in him all this time. Or both.
The last thing he remembered was his nearly hoarse voice crying out softly at yet another wave of pure bliss hit him before he slowly sank into the welcoming darkness.
***
Grimmjow was finally and completely satiated when his senses slowly returned to him. He saw the passed out Ulquiorra beneath him and mess of cum everywhere, on the sweat-dampened sheets, on both their bodies, and some even on the floor. He frowned a little as he tried to remember if he was fucking an unconscious body or if Ulquiorra had blackout just now. Everything was hazy and all his muscles felt like they had been worked to their limit. But it was amazing. He wondered if he’d ever feel that way again.
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When Aizen saw him the day after, he merely raised an eyebrow and lifted one corner of his mouth. It took Ulquiorra a while to fully recover from it all, and it was all he could do to walk properly and not limp from the pain and discomfort of his sore arse. He did not look at anyone, not even Grimmjow, during the meeting, and once outside, he walked away slowly, ignoring the snide remarks from the Espada who were smart enough to figure what had happened to him, and the stupid comments of the idiotic ones who didn’t.
He did not witness the smirking Szayel approaching Grimmjow as the other Espada scattered to their rooms.
“You must have had a wonderful time with that aphrodisiac, Grimmjow.” He drawled lazily.
“What the fuck was in that thing?” He couldn’t stop the incredulous tone, and cringed at how awed and pathetically fascinated he sounded.
“A bit of kitty nip, mixed in with some other things, Grimmjow, wonderful things from the real world.”
“What the fuck’s that?”
“It doesn’t matter if you know or not. The results spoke for themselves. It was a very successful experiment, you must agree?”
He grinned widely, then lifted a vial from inside his sleeve and offered it to the blue-head.
“Here’s something for the poor Cuatro Espada to enjoy.”
Grimmjow looked at the emerald liquid moving inside the vial. It reminded him of eyes, the same colour and intensity, staring up at him in ecstasy. He turned and walked in the same direction that Ulquiorra was going, occasionally using Sonido to move faster.
“Maybe you should wait until the subject has fully recovered from the last experiment…?” Szayel called after Grimmjow cheerfully, chuckling to himself.
“… or just provide me with more entertainment right now?”
With that, he moved towards his laboratory, taking care to lock it so that none of his Fracción could get in, and switching on all the monitors…
End
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Hope that was alright, I can't believe how hard it is to write smut, I kept staring at my computer screen dumbly trying to decide what to have them do LOL
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ulquiorra
Genre: PWP, smut
Warning: Not really, but does have Szayel in it ... somewhere ...
Rating: R18+ (or NC-17 whatever that means LOL) for smex and lots of swearing XP
Word Count: 3170
Summary: Ulquiorra gets something from Szayel that he wants to try out on Grimmjow.
Note: My first ever attempt at writing smex, unbeta-ed because I was too embarrased to ask anyone to read over it for me XP. This started as a 100-word drabble for a contest on Aarin last year, but I thought I'd expand it a little.
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A figure stood under the eternal moon, leaning against the wall. No sound anywhere except for the howling, icy wind ... and slow, methodical footsteps, getting louder.
"Grimmjow, I am cold." The stoic tone of Ulquiorra announced to him.
"Will you not warm me?"
He didn't answer, nor did he turn around.
Perhaps I was too cold to him.
In front of Aizen and the other Espada, he treated Grimmjow with his signature aloofness. But when they were alone ...
"Grimmjo-" As he walked closer, something stopped him. It was the sound of a snoring Espada who fell asleep waiting for their tryst...
He felt Ulquiorra's reiatsu and his eyes snapped open immediately. He stumbled slightly, trying to pretend that nothing had been amiss, but fooling neither of them. It wasn't Grimmjow's fault. The eternal night made time difficult to track. He had been waiting for hours, yet to Ulquiorra, it hadn't felt so long. He hurriedly wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth before turning around.
Perhaps I should apologize to him for the wait...
"S'rry 'bout that Ulqui'ra." Words slurring as he tried to blink his eyes into focus, "...weren't sure how long you'd be ..."
For once, Grimmjow has said the right thing. He had said the exact thing that Ulquiorra himself was about to say. This definitely warranted some reward.
"It doesn’t matter. The meeting is over. The time now, I can spend at my own leisure." He looked at him with an almost softened expressed. Almost.
Grimmjow stared at him. Had he been imagining it? Or did Ulquiorra put some emphasis on the word 'leisure'? He shook his head to rid himself of the last remnants of sleep and concentrate on the strange event happening before him. Ulquiorra wasn't indifferent to him. Ulquiorra wasn't angry. Ulquiorra forgave him for falling asleep. Ulquiorra was inviting him for fucking 'leisure'?!
This had better not be Aizen unleashing Kyouka Suigetsu to punish him at his whim.
This had better not be that bastard Szayel Aporro Grantz playing some sick joke.
Ulquiorra continued to look at him expectantly.
Fuck this. This is the only time he's ever come on to me and I sure ain't gonna blow my chance.
"My room or yours?"
"You know the exact words to ruin the moment, don't you, Grimmjow?"
"Aww, come on, gimme a break, I've been waiting for hours, and now you gimme a look I sure as hell never seen before, what didja expect me to say?"
"Do you ever clean your room?"
"Hey, so long as the bed is clean, what do you care the rest of the room looks like?"
Grimmjow was slowly losing all the bonus points he gained earlier.
“We will go to my room.” Ulquiorra’s face didn’t change in the slightest, but his mood changed from one of almost pleasant surprise to one of familiar almost exasperation. Ulquiorra wasn’t one for extreme emotions.
He hadn’t planned on using it, but this seemed like a good opportunity now.
“Szayel developed a new lotion. For some reason he gave it to me, accompanied by a strange look. Perhaps this is the moment to try it.”
That’s coz he’s a fucking perve who wants to watch and get off on it if he ever gets the chance.
“Is that a fucking joke? I sure as fuck ain’t gonna touch anything that he’s made! For all I know, that thing could turn you into one of his Fracción! Or give you a rash ... somewhere”
“You assume that I will be the one using it.”
It took a few seconds for that to register. Grimmjow was still slightly slow after his catnap.
“Wha- … no! fuck no! No fucking way! Are you insane? As if I’ll go anywhere near that thing! No! I’m going back to my room. Nothing’s gonna get me to use that bastard’s freaky shit!”
“You assume that you have a choice.”
“Wha-what?! No Ulquiorra, that was a joke right? Alright, so I shouldn’t’na said all that, I shoulda waited, maybe let you talk. Com’on! No way, I don’t wanna suffer something weird!”
“Anything that happens to you is reversible. We have Inoue Orihime for that.”
Grimmjow stared at him again. Another pause as a cog seemed to grind into place.
“My room’s closer.”
Grimmjow turned around and hurried towards the direction of his door, not waiting to see if Ulquiorra’s following him. He had his hands in his pockets and felt frustrated that they weren’t near enough to where he wanted them to be right away. But then, once they got to his room, he’d have pale hands rubbing weird shit all over exactly where he wanted to be rubbed. Grimmjow quickened his pace. It got a little more uncomfortable to walk.
Ulquiorra was almost amused by this reaction, so he decided to follow. Having Orihime here in Hueco Mundo was definitely useful. He wondered why he never thought of using her before.
Grimmjow got to his door, opened it, and hurried inside. He needed to sit down. His groin was making it slightly painful even to stand. Ulquiorra appeared at the doorway moments later, strolling in at his usual pace. The door shut behind him as he entered and there was a soft click of a lock. Now they were alone.
“Com’ere Ulquiorra.”
Ulquiorra stared at him coldly but obliged, closing the gap between them. Grimmjow gave him a mischievous look and nodded towards his groin. It was already making a small tent through his hakama.
“If I’m gonna get weird shit on me, I gotta have something good first right?”
Ulquiorra exhaled a little, then knelt down between his legs and leaned forwards to slowly tug down the waist band. The freed cock fell forwards and he gave the tip a tentative lick.
“Yeah, like that…”
Grimmjow almost came from the sight and the sensation. Ulquiorra never gave him head. Well, only once before, but it was in a dark corner before some meeting and only because the prissy bitch didn’t want to get his clothes dirty ‘in Aizen-sama’s presence’. This was different. Definitely the first time he could see it all: the pale face looking up at him and the green lines down his cheeks curving slightly when he took the cock into his mouth and began to suck. It was incredible, hot and wet tongue licking all over.
His hand reached down to touch the silky black hair, then ran his fingers through and gripped them tightly, guiding that mouth deeper until he could feel the tip hit the back of Ulquiorra’s throat. It was all he could do to control himself and not just shoot his load down that throat. He gripped the sheets with his other hand to stop himself from thrusting.
Ulquiorra put his hands on Grimmjow’s thighs and pushed himself back.
“Don’t stop! It was fucking good!”
He said nothing, instead, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small vial the size of his index finger. The liquid inside was electric blue.
Grimmjow looked at it suspiciously. He had almost forgotten about Szayel’s weirdo ‘lotion’ while Ulquiorra was sucking him off. But now it was coming back to haunt him.
Thin, pale fingers removed the cap of the vial. He held the liquid towards the twitching cock before it. Grimmjow crawled backwards from the edge of the bed to its centre, trying to get away. But he soon gave up. Ulquiorra was crawling towards him, giving him an intense look which passed through Grimmjow’s eyeballs and shot straight to his groin. He groaned and stopped, awaiting his fate.
This better be good Szayel! I’ll kill you if it fucks something up!
Ulquiorra moved his arm forwards, the vial poised over the reddening cock. Grimmjow shut his eyes, not wanting to see what it was going to do to him, but kept one eye open a slit. Curiosity. This was his manhood possibly being tampered with, after all.
The blue liquid seemed to fall downwards in slow motion. It cascaded over Grimmjow’s cock and balls and inner thigh.
“Fuck that burns! That’s fucking hot! Or fucking cold, I can’t tel-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because the liquid seemed to have taken effect. His body jerked a little as that burning feeling moved through him. Grimmjow had never been so turned on in his entire death. Or even the lives before. His cock strained and twitched. It was amazing, pleasurable sensations ran from his groin through every nerve in his body, even his scalp and fingers tingled. He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him.
Ulquiorra tossed the empty vial aside. It didn’t look like a rash had broken out; on the contrary, it seemed to be making the Espada before him feel very very good. Tanned hands reached down to try and stroke at the neglected cock, but Ulquiorra stopped them before they reached their destination, pinning the wrists to either side of Grimmjow’s body with amazing strength. His reiatsu flared a little.
“Not yet Grimmjow. You don’t get to cum by yourself while I’m in the room.”
He groaned, shifting around and clutching at the sheets, but complied. It looked like Grimmjow was the one being fucked. This made Ulquiorra raise his eyebrows ever so slightly. It also seemed to arouse him. He let go of Grimmjow’s wrists and took off his clothes, folded them carefully and set them off to the side of the bed, then turned back to the Espada who seemed lost in his own world.
Ulquiorra wrapped his thin fingers around the now angry red cock, covering his hand with the blue liquid that was now mixed with Grimmjow’s pre-cum. It seemed that it only had an effect on the blue-head. Ulquiorra didn’t feel anything except slippery hands.
Upon the contact however, Grimmjow’s closed eyes suddenly snapped open. A dangerous look glinted in them. His breath grew heavy, emitting a low growl in his throat.
Less than a second later, the smaller Espada found himself on his back, looking up rather than down into those eyes. He didn’t have a good feeling about this, but decided to play along nonetheless. He was the fourth Espada for a reason; he could overpower the Sexta Espada if he really wanted to. It was interesting to let him think that he was in charge this time. So he laid still and waited.
Grimmjow leaned over him, looking more like his primal, released state, a predator claiming his prey and keeping it pinned down with his body and his reiatsu, ready to devour. His right hand smoothed over Ulquiorra’s throat and fingered the Hollow hole’s rim. Then he lunged forward and attacked those pale lips with his own, exploring and tasting with a mad passion that surprised them both. Or perhaps just Ulquiorra. Grimmjow wasn’t himself enough to be surprised anymore.
While they fought with lips and tongues, Grimmjow’s other hand moved south and started to jerk the erection rubbing on his thigh. Ulquiorra eyes widened as he suddenly felt that hand travel further south, past his balls and down to his entrance. Usually, he did the preparation himself and let Grimmjow fuck him after, because it would be mean that he controlled the pace. It would drive the blue-head crazy, being teased with the sight of Ulquiorra as he slid his own fingers in to stretch himself, pleasuring at the same time, all the while not being able to touch until he was on the verge of absolute desperate. That pale face always calmly called the shots and Grimmjow always obeyed, slaved to his own lust.
But before he had even time to protest, a finger forcefully pushed past the tight ring of muscles and started to move in and out of him. Whatever protest his mind managed to send to his mouth was swallowed by the kiss that was still ongoing. He was grateful that he was dead, or he would have suffocated by now. Well, at least the brute had the rantionality left to prepare him rather than just start humping him. It was a sign that he wasn’t entirely an animal … yet.
The thoughts that ran through his head progressively deteriorated in coherence as a spark of pleasure ran through him. Grimmjow had three fingers in and was now stroking just the right place inside him. A loud moan escaped Ulquiorra’s throat and the blue-head finally released him from the kiss. He looked up at those blue eyes and the sensual tongue licking slightly swollen lips, all the while still having those fingers moving in and out of him. His mind was hazy, all he knew was that he wanted more, and those lusty eyes shining above him looked like they would satisfy him.
“Grimmjow…”
But that fully lubricated cock was already nudging at his entrance. Ulquiorra felt the familiar sting as the thick head pushed through. Usually Grimmjow would slow down and wait for him to adjust, but today, he drove in mercilessly, only stopping when he had buried himself to the hilt.
“Uhhhhh…”
He growled with pleasure at the wet heat enveloping around his cock, tight as usual, no matter how many times he been in it. Ulquiorra’s body shook from the intrusion, and he could only speak through gritted teeth, the heat of it all was overwhelming him.
“Fuck me, Grimmjow. Now.”
He looked into those feverish eyes and reached up to grab the back of Grimmjow’s neck, bringing him down for another fierce kiss as Grimmjow started to move and thrust with a slow rhythm that quickened rapidly. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against sweaty skin and moans and groans getting louder and louder.
Soon, Grimmjow pushed himself up and grabbed the pale hips with both hands, giving himself the leverage to move even faster. The change in the angle of his thrusts made Ulquiorra cry out and close his fingers around the sheets beneath him. The blue-head was repeatedly and ruthlessly ramming into his sweet spot, and pushing them both higher and higher to their peak.
Their reiatsu flared and spiralled around each other as a final thrust pushed Ulquiorra over the edge. He arched back, splattering hot cum all over his abdomen and chest as he rode wave after wave of ecstasy. The muscles tightened around Grimmjow’s cock almost painfully and he was pulled into that same ecstasy, being milked dry as he emptied himself into that heat.
His orgasm slowly subsiding, Ulquiorra’s usually expression softened to the point of being almost pleasant (although it would never go to the extent of a smile). This had been incredible; letting Grimmjow take the reins for once had not proven to be a bad idea.
He was content to just lie there and recover, but the cock still inside him was hardening again.
“Not yet, I’m not done.”
He had finally spoken, and it came out as a feral growl that resounded through the every cell in Ulquiorra’s body. He looked up into those blue eyes and saw a gleam that made him both alarmed and excited at the same time.
“No. We are done.”
He tried to get up and crawl away, an undignified sight that he let himself suffer, if only to escape, but he didn’t move even a pace before strong hands caught his waist and held him in place.
“We’ll be done when I say so, Ulquiorra.”
His name was purred into his ear, and the voice seemed to weaken Ulquiorra’s limbs. He slumped forwards, forehead leaning against the bed as that cock was pushing immediately at his entrance, leaking cum providing the perfect lubricant to slide home once again. He shuddered involuntarily as his over-sensitised body was subject to yet another bout of fierce fucking.
Blackness slowly licked at the edges of his unconsciousness. Ulquiorra lost count of how many times they had fucked after a while, too exhausted to even move, yet still looking forward to each orgasm. Cum and sweat smeared all over his body after Grimmjow flopped him over time and time again. He vaguely wondered if that lotion was the source of this overpowering stamina, or if Grimmjow had it in him all this time. Or both.
The last thing he remembered was his nearly hoarse voice crying out softly at yet another wave of pure bliss hit him before he slowly sank into the welcoming darkness.
***
Grimmjow was finally and completely satiated when his senses slowly returned to him. He saw the passed out Ulquiorra beneath him and mess of cum everywhere, on the sweat-dampened sheets, on both their bodies, and some even on the floor. He frowned a little as he tried to remember if he was fucking an unconscious body or if Ulquiorra had blackout just now. Everything was hazy and all his muscles felt like they had been worked to their limit. But it was amazing. He wondered if he’d ever feel that way again.
***
When Aizen saw him the day after, he merely raised an eyebrow and lifted one corner of his mouth. It took Ulquiorra a while to fully recover from it all, and it was all he could do to walk properly and not limp from the pain and discomfort of his sore arse. He did not look at anyone, not even Grimmjow, during the meeting, and once outside, he walked away slowly, ignoring the snide remarks from the Espada who were smart enough to figure what had happened to him, and the stupid comments of the idiotic ones who didn’t.
He did not witness the smirking Szayel approaching Grimmjow as the other Espada scattered to their rooms.
“You must have had a wonderful time with that aphrodisiac, Grimmjow.” He drawled lazily.
“What the fuck was in that thing?” He couldn’t stop the incredulous tone, and cringed at how awed and pathetically fascinated he sounded.
“A bit of kitty nip, mixed in with some other things, Grimmjow, wonderful things from the real world.”
“What the fuck’s that?”
“It doesn’t matter if you know or not. The results spoke for themselves. It was a very successful experiment, you must agree?”
He grinned widely, then lifted a vial from inside his sleeve and offered it to the blue-head.
“Here’s something for the poor Cuatro Espada to enjoy.”
Grimmjow looked at the emerald liquid moving inside the vial. It reminded him of eyes, the same colour and intensity, staring up at him in ecstasy. He turned and walked in the same direction that Ulquiorra was going, occasionally using Sonido to move faster.
“Maybe you should wait until the subject has fully recovered from the last experiment…?” Szayel called after Grimmjow cheerfully, chuckling to himself.
“… or just provide me with more entertainment right now?”
With that, he moved towards his laboratory, taking care to lock it so that none of his Fracción could get in, and switching on all the monitors…
End
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Hope that was alright, I can't believe how hard it is to write smut, I kept staring at my computer screen dumbly trying to decide what to have them do LOL