Another dull meeting was being held and everything was going fine except two Espada were acting very particular. Ulquiorra was glaring daggers at the table and Grimmjow was staring blankly at Aizen. The switched personalities of the two created a very tense atmosphere that caused every Espada there to fidget uncomfortably. Except Stark. Stark was sleeping. Again.

The meeting ended soon enough and Grimmjow whirled out of there with the haughtiness of Byakuya Kuchiki while Ulquiorra took his sweet time rising from his chair and trudging down the hallway. His mind was still on hyper alert and every time he had snuck a glance at the blue haired Espada he felt his breath jump and his throat close up. The owl eyes swiveled around and bore a hole into a passing Arrancar, making the poor man shriek and run for his life. Ulquiorra sighed, and then was suddenly seized by such a fury that it made him halt directly in his tracks.

How dare he? How DARE Grimmjow k-kiss him and then walk away! Ulquiorra seethed, his normal composure cracking around the edges. Unacceptable. He stormed off in a flurry of attitude and coat tails.

Grimmjow had holed himself up in his room and was in the process of eternal hibernation when someone pounded on his door with the force of a Menos Grande. He snarled and stomped to the door, yanking it open he froze in shock to see a very much pissed off raven haired man standing there.

Ulquiorra shoved him out of the way and billowed inside, eyes flashing dangerously. "We need to talk."

Grimmjow recovered his wits and shut the door, locking it out of habit, "What the fuck is there to talk about."

"A lot of things actually." Ulquiorra snarled, his icy demeanor gone. His normally impassive face was alive and twisted with fury, "Where to start!" he hissed, "How about two days ago?"

Grimmjow crossed his arms and scowled, "Fine, what about it."

Ulquiorra marched up and shoved his face into Grimmjow's, his teeth bared with malice, "Why the hell are you messing with me like this you sick bastard?"

Grimmjow blinked, "You think I'm…messing with you?" his voice held anger and disbelief, "You think I kissed you and helped you sleep just to fuck with you?"

"Yes." Ulquiorra stated simply, taking a few short steps back and crossing his own arms hotly.

Grimmjow sighed and ran his hand through his wavy blue hair, "Ulqui…I wasn't fucking with you."

"Don't call me that!" Ulquiorra snapped, "And I'm sick of this…this game!"

Grimmjow's eyes flashed, "Game?"

"Yes, GAME!" Ulquiorra shouted. All his pent up feeling and frustration suddenly exploded out from him with the force of a breaking dam, "THIS IS A GAME ISNT IT! A FUCKED UP GAME WHERE YOU PLAY ON MY EMOTIONS! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU LEADING ME ON AND THEN WALKING AWAY!" He stopped, his chest heaving, and felt like a million pounds had been lifted off his shoulders.

Grimmjow had reeled back during his outburst and was now glaring at him furiously, "I wasn't fucking PLAYING!"

A heavy silence descended on the pair as Grimmjow's words hit the raven haired man. "T-then what was…all that?" Ulquiorra asked helplessly, his green eyes looking rather unhinged.

Grimmjow sighed and sat heavily on the floor, "Exactly what it was. A kiss."

"But…" Ulquiorra paused and then walked closer, looking down on Grimmjow, his black brows furrowing together in confusion, "…why?"

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, "'cuz you're the hottest thing alive and I love you."

The blue haired man's bluntness used to piss Ulquiorra off like crazy, but this kind of blunt…truthful blunt…was exactly what the pale Espada needed. Ulquiorra crouched to his knees and held his face eye level to the slightly worried blue eyes. The raven haired man smiled suddenly, catching Grimmjow off guard, and pressed his lips firmly against the Sexta Espada's surprised ones.

Grimmjow moaned and reached up, gripping the pale man's thin upper arm and dragging him into his lap, kissing him ferociously, parting his lips eagerly to taste him again.

Ulquiorra let out the faintest trace of a whimper and opened his mouth, pressing his lithe body against Grimmjow's strong, broad chest. He moved his lips in sync with blue haired man's and twinned his tongue with Grimmjow's.

The blue haired Espada groaned deeply in his chest and wrapped his arms around the petite body, holding Ulquiorra against his torso and ravishing those delicious lips. A searing fire spread through the both of them and their kissing speed increased, both becoming more needy and vocal.

Ulquiorra was the first to draw back, gasping for breath and his eyes unusually bright. His entire body craved more, craved to feel those lushes lips and sinful tongue all over his own body. The raven haired man trembled in anticipation, shifting his hips forward subconsciously and grinding against the half hard member he found.

Grimmjow growled and shoved Ulquiorra to the floor; he shed their clothes immediately and took a second to enjoy the view. Ulquiorra was lying on his back, legs arched, eyes half closed, and raven hair splayed around him in a halo of black. He looked so fuckable.

Ulquiorra stared avidly up at Grimmjow, taking in his straining muscles as he hovered above him, shining blue eyes and devilish smile. He felt something leap in his chest and had to restrain himself from just rushing through it all.

Grimmjow leered at the trapped man below him and then, dipped down, he dragging his tongue around the edges of the raven haired Espada's hollow hole.

Ulquiorra gasped and fisted the back of the blue hair, he arched upwards and let lose an almost animalistic moan.

Grimmjow grunted as the pale hand yanked on the back of his head, but returned to his job, tracing his tongue around the black hole, dipping in casually every now and then.

Ulquiorra groaned as another bolt of intense pleasure rocked his body, making him jerk and gasp. His own erection was straining as the sinful tongue continued the amazing torture, "Fuck…please Grimmjow…nyah…ugh!"

Grimmjow slipped his tongue back into his mouth and trailed his hands down the perfect pale body, caressing the flesh he found there, dipping his fingers into the curves and tracing his tongue around the single scar that marred the perfect body; the gothic four.

Ulquiorra panted and felt his vision flicker as Grimmjow's hands parted his legs and smoothed the inside if his thighs, dangerously close to his entrance. "S-stop teasing…"

Grimmjow growled in response and placed three fingers on Ulquiorra's bottom lip, smirking playfully, "Suck."

The raven haired man obliged, his heart hammering at the thought of being dominated. It was a horrifying and intensely longing feeling, and he felt his entrance twitch in excitement. "Hurry…" he mumbled around the fingers.

Grimmjow extracted the digits with a 'pop' and twirled the first one around the puckered entrance, "Ready?"

Ulquiorra moaned in reply as the index finger entered him, swirling around and brushing against the walls, "Grimmjow…" he breathed.

The blue haired Espada kissed him in response and sneakily added the next finger, kissing away the gasp of surprise. Once the pale Espada was trying to take the fingers deeper he added the third and final digit and slowly thrust in and out, making then both moan at the wet sounds and intense heat building.

"I'm ready, just do it now." Ulquiorra panted, spreading his legs willingly, his emerald eyes full of lust and pleasure.

Grimmjow licked the hollow hole suddenly, and at the same time removed his fingers and seated himself deeply inside the raven haired man.

Ulquiorra howled in pain/pleasure as white threatened to overcome his sight, "Move! Damn Grimm, move!"

Grimmjow began thrusting inside the pale Espada, moaning at the tight hot friction, "Damn, Ulqui…so fucking small…ngh…"

Ulquiorra cried out and clawed at Grimmjow's shoulders as his prostate was struck, filling his vision with white dots, "Fuck! Again, harder, more, faster…" he panted, unable to form complete sentences.

Re-angling himself, Grimmjow slammed repeatedly into the velvet cavern, moaning along with Ulquiorra's little mews and cry of pleasure. He felt his gut tighten in urge to release and he grinned wolfishly. The blue haired Espada leaned down and nipped the hollow hole, and then licked it fiercely while he smashed into Ulquiorra one last time before releasing.

Ulquiorra screamed as white hot pleasure seized his mind and body, he jerked once and then flopped to the ground, his energy spent.

Grimmjow removed himself from the hot depths and collapsed next to the raven haired Espada. He gathered the limp form in his arms and drew him into his chest, inhaling the clean and slightly spicy sent of his lover.

Ulquiorra gave a small sigh of deep satisfaction before snuggling into Grimmjow's embrace, "I love you…"

Grimmjow kissed the top of his head, smiling as exhaustion stole over them, "I love you too, Ulqui."

Ulquiorra smiled and mumbled, "Don't call me that…" and then fell asleep, curled up against the unconscious figure of the Sexta Espada.

The End.