DISCLAIMER: I do not own bleach or any related characters, scenarios, places, names, and the song doesn't belong to me either they both belong to their respective owners. . .witch is not me

WARNING: rated '"M" for language && suggestive themes

A/n: okay well this really isn't a "songfic" as i was originally intending for it to be . . .but it does help if you listen to the song while you read it =3 you can find it on any site that offers free music the song is "Slept so long" by: jay gordon

EDIT: well i got some feed back and i have edited the original version =3 i hope it's better now

A song-fiction

"Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
And hating
Things that I can't bear"

"Damn that stupid prick, how dare he speak down to me like that!!" Grimmjow was enraged, infuriated, fucking livid at the stupid cuatra Prick, it was the fifth time he had spoken down to him that day, the words still ringing harshly in his ears

"No matter how much or how hard you try or even how similar your moves are the difference between us is like night and day. You will never be able to defeat me." That stoic face was what Grimmjow probably hated most about the smaller arrancar; the way he never showed emotion. Never had Grimmjow see the cuatra crack even the slightest of smiles he longed to see emotion run across the cuatra's face, not caring what kind of emotion, just anything! Whether it be sadness, happiness, anger, jealousy . . . lust. the word that had just entered his mind sent shivers down his spin, yet, at the same time it disgusted him, beyond all reason.

"Ulquiorra? Lusty? Yeah right like that'll ever happen." he tried to reassure himself that such a stuck up emotionless excuse for an espada was incapable of such emotions as lust, or need, or if he was even able to feel at all. . .

"Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
Well did you?"

~~B~L~E~A~C~H~~

It was around noon-ish, or so it seemed, when Grimmjow crossed paths with the cuatra. he didn't even look at him he knew what expression he would receive from the other so he didn't even bother . . . but his mind abruptly changed once Ulquiorra's shoulder ran past his bumping him slightly, grimmjow shot him a look of death and hate . . . but what he saw behind the other arrancar's eyes scared him senseless.

"I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise (surprise)
Touching you makes me feel alive
touching you makes me die inside"

That look was tenfold that of what he had shot at the other, and for once in Grimmjow's un-life he saw what he was longing for. Emotion. But there was something behind this emotion, another that he could not read

"What the hell's your problem cuatra!?" he reached out and grabbed Ulquiorra up by his collar.

". . . I have no problem, trash." his voice was as emotionless as ever yet the look still remained in his eyes.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?!" Grimmjow was pissed at being treated like he was nothing more than a useless pile of shit, which is pretty much how Ulquiorra treated him. . .all the time.

"Some things are just not meant for you to hear, Grimmjow" the cuatra placed his hands on the sexta's grabbing them roughly, gripping them, clawing them bringing blood to the surface of the back of Grimmjow's hand.

"What do you mean . . ." Grimmjow's faced cringed as he felt the sting of the nails dig into his skin.

"I said it's none of your business. ." the cuatra then held his hand up next to Grimmjow's face his finger glowing a faint green as he prepared his cero. "now put me down unless you wish to be reduced to nothing."

Grimmjow slowly let him down and pushed him away from him a good foot or two before he turned his back to the cuatra and walked on, continuing to his room till he reached the door, placing a hand on the knob turning it slightly to the right, hearing the barrel inside the lock click as he slowly pushed the door open, shutting and locking it behind him . . . he really hated Ulquiorra. . .

~~B~L~E~A~C~H~~

At some late point in the night when the moon was highest in the sky, Grimmjow lie in his bed eyes half-lidded with sleep. . .when a knock came upon his door, it was light, and faint, yet as much as he wanted to go to it, he didn't he just laid there looking up at his ceiling thinking about the espada that had caused the now pulsing wounds on his hands, the same espada that he hated with every fiber of his being, yet at the same time wanted to see more of the . .

A few moments later there was a knock on the door again this time it was slightly louder and sounded more frantic.

"Open the door you stupid trash!"

The moment Grimmjow had heard the word "trash" come from behind his door he instantly sat up and looked at the door walking over to it looking at the door questioningly.

"I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart too
How'd it get this far
Playing games with this old heart
I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you"

"Ulquiorra?"

". . . Open it."

It was Ulquiorra alright Grimmjow knew that tone all to well, he stood at the door with his hand on the lock for a good minute. He then he turned the small silver turner as the barrel clicked and the door unlocked and opened

"What do you want cuatra?" Grimmjow's expression was that of annoyance as he stared at the espada in front of him. Resting his forearm against the frame of the door leaning against it lazily.

"Allow me entry and I will tell you." the cuatra stared blankly at the sexta standing in front of him.

"And if I don't?" Grimmjow was curious as to why Ulquiorra was beckoning him at such an hour as this, but he wanted to tease the younger arrancar, to simply mess with him

"Then it would you your own loss." Ulquiorra knew that Grimmjow planed on messing with him, but if got him what he wanted he really couldn't care less, it took ulquiorra days to work up the courage to confront the older arrancar like this, let alone the weeks it had taken him to find the words he would say to him

"I see. . .alright then, what the hell I've got nothing to lose." he moved out of the cuatra's way letting his frail body pass through the door way, Grimmjow watched his slender body walk in his door way and over to his bed where he then sat "so what is it that you want anyway, cuatra?"

". . ." the espada grew quite suddenly becoming embarrassed and slightly self conscious. Two feelings he had never felt before he felt his cheeks warm up slightly as he was now aware of the lightest shade of pink that now colored on the pale canvas of his face.

"Hey! I asked you a question cuatra! I expect an answer!" Grimmjow shut the door as he walked closer to the espada sitting on his bed shooting him a glare. . .that is until he came within close range to see the pink spreading over the cheeks of the cuatra, it was actually very easy to see even though it was pitch black in the room, the small glimmer of moonlight that shone through the window was enough to see the pale figure of Ulquiorra light up like an angel. . .wait a minute. . .when the hell did Grimmjow get so poetic. . .he mentally slapped himself for that one

Ulquiorra looked up at Grimmjow with a face that reminded the older arrancar of a lost puppy that had been kick to many times and was now looking for a new home. that look was actually, at least from Grimmjow's stand point, an extremely hot look for the usually stoic arrancar. suddenly grimmjow's thoughts where broken by the soft voice of the younger Arrancar

"I want you to fuck me."

A/n: I can't believe i got over my writers block!! I'm so happy. . .but now i have to write two smutty sex scenes. . .TT^TT. . .XD oh well more fun for me, anyway thanks for putting up with my crappy writeing skills and really bad simmiles and meaphores .. . . //.0 anyway I'd love some R&R. . . oh yeah i almost forgot to rub in the fact that this is a cliffhanger XD haha you don't get to know what happens till i write it. . .wow that sounds cruel. . . .//3o oh well sorry you had to put up with my rambel fest. . .Favs? Reviews? Constructive Critisism? =D I'd love them all