No Place Like Home

Warning: Yaoi(boy x boy) so don’t read if you don’t like it, also some rape scenes and emotional turmoil. Please be warned.

AN: This is Grimmjow/Ulquiorra romance and it’s a companion piece to Coming Home and Finding Home. May or May not contain spoilers for the anime/manga. You don’t HAVE to read the previous two stories but you might enjoy them since this is written in the same universe. For those who read the previous stories, this one starts off before Aizen’s death so its almost like a prequel but will extend past the start of the first one (Maybe, hehe) Also, Grim’s last name I’ve seen it spelled several ways and I just picked the spelling I liked best. Also since I am writing another story along with this one I may or may not update this one daily. It just depends on my time and inspiration. Enjoy. This is dedicated to Rysha and Jennifer cuz I know they loves them some Grim/Ulq.

No Place Like Home

Chapter One

“” means verbal conversation
‘’ means thoughts

Grimmjow Jaggerjaques sat calmly on the rampart of the huge citadel, watching the never ending night that was Hueco Mundo. He loved the dry breeze that fluttered through his hair. He loved the feel of the sand beneath his feet. This was his home, not a loving and caring home but a place where only the strong survived and Grimmjow Jaggerjaques was one of the few near the top of the food chain. His feline instincts felt at home in an eat or be eaten setting.

His blue eyes, and exact complement to his startling blue hair caught a movement along the walkway below. Narrowing his eyes, Grim turned his attention to the walkway below. One of the benefits of being created from a feline breed of Hollow was the excellent night vision. One shadow, small in stature was making his way at a brisk pace along the walkway. Another, taller, shadow followed close behind. Pulling himself into the shadows, Grim watched with narrowed eyes as Ulquiorra Schiffer’s slender form was yanked by the hair on the unadorned side of his head and slammed against the wall. Grim couldn’t see the actions clearly from his vantage point but he could hear and he could smell arousal, and it wasn’t coming from Ulquiorra.

“You thought to ignore me, little toy?” asked the calm voice, whose tone was like warm sake, smooth and biting. Grim knew that voice, they all did. That was the voice of their creator and master, Aizen Sosuke. ‘What the fuck?’ Grim thought to himself. He had never seen Aizen-sama angry at his perfect little soldier. Ulquiorra was practically Aizen’s lap dog who followed orders exactly while Grimmjow tending to do whatever he wanted. Attempting to remain as silent as possible and completely hiding his reiatsu, Grim listened to the interaction. ‘Haha, this will be perfect for me to rub in Mr. Perfect’s face.’ he thought to himself as he strained to hear.

“You belong to me and I will use you however I see fit.” growled Aizen.

“Aizen-sama, I fear I cannot return your desires. Perhaps, if you allow me, I can find another to share your time with.” answered the monotone voice Grim had despised for so long. Grim almost snarled, but snapped his lips shut. The perfect servant of Aizen, Ulquiorra did everything that Aizen-sama asked with an exactness that bordered on obsessive. ‘Fuck, the man is like a robot.’ thought Grim.

“You see, little toy, I want you to fight me. It makes it far more interesting. Gin has gotten too boring, he doesn’t even resist anymore. You, my perfect little toy, I want to hear your cries.” With those words, Aizen grabbed the waistband of Ulquiorra’s white uniform trousers and yanked them to his ankles. Reaching under the uniform, Aizen ran his hands up and pinched cruelly on a pale nipple. The only sound from Ulquiorra was a small grunt. Aizen grinned, “That’s a start, little toy.” Grim could feel the lust radiating through the reiatsu that Aizen leaked and it almost made him sick. Watching and listening silently, Grim watched as Aizen ripped open the top of the uniform and pinched cruelly at the small pale nipples before leaning down to bite down on Ulquiorra’s neck causing the pale man to wince. Grim clenched his fists but remained silent.

Adjusting his own uniform, Aizen freed his erection from his confines. Palming himself, Aizen pushed Ulquiorra to his knees. The pale Espada fell to his knees and Grim could see the clenching of his pale fist against the solid ground. Kneeling behind him, Aizen pushed harshly into the unprepared body of Ulquiorra. A cry of pain escaped from the lips of the normally emotionless Espada, as Aizen tore his way through the tender flesh. Aizen began a pounding rhythm and a gasp of pain escaped Ulquiorra. He tried to blank his mind to the pain but he was too in shock to do anything except kneel there and wait for him to finish. Aizen grunted with each thrust. Grim curled his lip in disgust and fought the urge to jump down and tear Aizen from the smaller man’s body.

“Ah, that’s the sound I want to hear. The sound of pain as I show you who is your lord and master.” Aizen grunted and increased the speed of his thrusts. Ulquiorra bit his lip hard to stifle any more sounds from escaping. He would not give Aizen the satisfaction of any more sounds. Aizen released a guttural groan as he orgasmed in the smaller man. Kneeling there panting for a moment, Aizen withdrew and using Ulquiorra’s uniform, wiped the blood and seed from his body before straightening his uniform. Running a hand through his thick brown hair, Aizen glanced down at the limp body of Ulquiorra.

“Hn, you were very pleasing. We will be doing this again.” drawled Aizen as he strolled back into the citadel, leaving Ulquiorra crumpled on the ground. Ulquiorra could feel the blood and semen leaking from his torn body, but just laid there as the pain radiated up his spine resulting in loss of consciousness.

Grim couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He collapsed against the wall, his eyes wide. ‘Why doesn’t he fight back?’ Grim thought to himself as he listened to the sounds that were coming from below. Ulquiorra had always held himself in high esteem but now he lay crumpled on the ground, his body defiled by another. His hands clenched into fists. How could such a strong Espada allow such a degrading act. They may be Hollow, but that didn’t mean they had no honor. After a few minutes spent sitting with his mind whirling in shock almost as if it had been him that was raped, Grim looked down and saw Ulquiorra still crumpled on the ground, the scent of blood was almost overwhelming. Grim was about to jump down to see to the damage when a dark reiatsu stilled him. Ichimaru Gin strode determinedly out into the chilled night air. His face bearing the frown of anger. Grim prepared to attack should the man attempt to do any more harm to Ulquiorra.

“Gods have mercy.” he whispered as he knelt by the fallen Espada. Gin was about to lift the small man when he paused. Tilting his head to the side, Gin glanced up towards the ramparts. “I know ya are there, kitty cat.” Waving him down, Gin turned towards the feline Espada. “Ya had better pray that Aizen-sama didn’t sense ya or ya will end up being the next on his list. Help me lift him.”

Bending down to help lift the broken man, Grim cursed at the sight of all the blood still seeping from his torn body. “Fuckin’ gods, he’s torn apart.” muttered Grim as he, not waiting for Gin to help, lifted Ulquiorra in his arms bridal style. The smaller man simply hung limp in his arms. Nodding to Gin, Grim carried the injured man to the infirmary, Gin following close behind. Lying Ulquiorra on the examination table, Grim walked out of the infirmary without saying another word.

Grim stalked down the corridors of the complex his mind buzzing with thoughts of what he had witnessed. He knew his master enjoyed the company of Ichimaru-sama but he had never considered that it was nonconsensual. Grim prowled the halls until he came upon a large room decorated with several windows. Jumping to one of the higher tier of windows, Grim settled himself on the wide ledge. Drawing up a leg, he laid his head on his knee and stared out the window. Not that he was actually looking at anything in particular.

Grim shook his head and trying to pull his thoughts away from Ulquiorra. In the past, the subservient attitude of the green eyed man towards Aizen-sama had pissed off Grim to no ends. He himself defied Aizen-sama every chance he got. Grim clenched his newly formed hand. Not even a week ago he hadn’t even been an Espada, having been maimed by Tousen as punishment for his attitude. Inoue Orihime had been brought to Hueco Mundo and her first job had been to fix Grim’s arm. Having his body complete again, Grim had promptly retaken his spot as the sixth Espada. Grim smiled at that particular memory. He didn’t mind killing, hell he even enjoyed it occasionally and that particular kill had been very sweet indeed. No one takes the place of Grimmjow Jaggerjaques while he is still breathing.

He scowled when he recalled the disdain on Ulquiorra’s face. ‘Fucking snob.’ Grim thought to himself. Jumping from his perch and landing gracefully on the marble floor, Grim stalked back to the infirmary. Creeping into the infirmary, Grim prowled to the bed where Ulquiorra lay. Grim would have thought it physically impossible for him to get any paler. But somehow his normally alabaster white skin, held a wane unhealthy tint. There were dark smudges beneath his closed eyes and Grim could hear that the blood pumping through his veins was sluggish. The green eyes opened slowly. Their emerald depths hiding many secrets. Slowly they began to focus on him.

“Grimmjow?” asked Ulquiorra quietly. His throat felt dry and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Keeping his face as neutral as possible. Ulquiorra focused his gaze on the arrogant blue haired Hollow standing at his bedside.

“You look like shit.” Grim stated with a smirk. Ulquiorra fought to keep his cool. It wasn’t that Ulquiorra didn’t feel anything it was that he just didn’t want other to see his emotions. Allowing others to see your emotions gives them a weapon to use against you. A pain shot through Ulquiorra as the memories of earlier crept back into his mind. If the blue haired man knew what had happened to him he wouldn’t be so smug. His job was to serve Aizen-sama.

“Your being here is illogical and unnecessary.” said Ulquiorra. He wanted to be alone to deal with the sharp pain in his chest. To think that Aizen-sama had taken him in such a manner and then discarded him like a broken toy. Ulquiorra reeled in his spiking emotions and sealed them tight. There was nothing to be done about it now. He would simply push the feelings to the bottom and let them sit there.

Trying to sit up but failing as pain shot up his spine. A subtle wince crossed Ulquiorra’s face, so subtle that it would have gone unnoticed but for someone who was paying attention. The smirk dropped off of Grimmjow’s face and he grabbed Ulquiorra’s shoulder and shoved him roughly back to the bed. Ulquiorra was so weak that he couldn’t even resist. Sinking back down onto the bed, he sighed and looked up at Grim with a neutral expression.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” asked Grim as he shoved Ulquiorra back to the bed. Standing over him, arms crossed Grim looked almost protective. ‘Interesting’ Ulquiorra thought to himself.

“I know what you are thinking, you fucking robot, and no I don’t give a shit whether or not you want to injure yourself more. If you are sick who am I going to aggravate.” said Grim with a sniff. The feline Arrancar was truly an enigma. Untamable and beautiful. A thought occurred to Ulquiorra. He did not want Grim to suffer what he had just experienced. Ulquiorra could push aside the emotions and bottle them up but Grimmjow, to be violated like that would drive him mad. It would truly be a sad event when such a wild creature was broken.

“I know what he fucking did to you. Why didn’t you fight back?” growled Grim after a few minutes of silence. Ulquiorra looked at the emotions chasing across his face. Grimmjow was not one to hide anything. He was as open as they came. First confusion then anger flashed across his face as he looked intently at Ulquiorra with piercing blue eyes. Ulquiorra met the stare, his green eyes not wavering from the blue.

“I was created to serve Aizen-sama. I am his to do with as he pleases.” said Ulquiorra, his voice remaining neutral.

“No, you fucking are not his toy!” Grim practically yelled. His blue eyes flashing with inner fire. Grimmjow truly was a stunning creature. His untamed blue hair and startling blue eyes gave him an air of wildness. Beautiful was the only way to describe him.

“Why are you getting upset? It was not you who was forced to serve Aizen-sama this way.” asked Ulquiorra. Grim paused, confusion flickered across his face. Why was he so angry? Ulquiorra was nothing to him but a superior that licked Aizen-sama’s boots. Yet, here he was debating the wrongness of the violation with him. Grimmjow looked totally flabbergasted. Ulquiorra had rarely seen him without something to say. A silent Grimmjow was amusing indeed. The blue haired man stood there for a few moments, then stormed from the room. Ulquiorra immediately missed his presence. He always enjoyed their little spats even though he kept his face emotionless. Sighing, Ulquiorra laid down and closed his eyes. A nervous feeling was creeping in the back of his mind like someone was coming. He prayed that he would heal fast because someone coming to this place did not bode well.

TBC