100 Theme Challenge 64 Style

1. Love

Love was a human emotion.

An arrancar couldn't feel such a thing, and they both knew it. It was evident when one of them was pinned to the wall, devoured by a hungry mouth. It was evident when the subordinate-this time- picked his superior up and threw him to the bed. It was evident when their clothes were ripped destructively from their bodies. It was evident when the superior flipped their positions with an animalistic growl. It was evident when he pressed into his partner lubeless and without preparation. It was evident when a harsh rhythm was set, despite the cry of pain. It was evident when they were both glad of the blood for lubrication.

They lay together in the aftermath, Grimmjow lightly drawing circles on his partner's skin, his head rested against that chest. There was no heartbeat. He felt Ulquiorra's powerful hands, capable of breaking him into unrecognizable pieces, petting his wild, sweat-damp hair gently in return, and lazily watched his own finger move. In these moments, he thought both nothing and everything all at once. In this silence, he was comfortable.

"Ulquiorra?" he said quietly. There was a shifting of Ulquiorra's head towards him, telling him he was heard. "If we were human, I think I could love you." Ulquiorra pulled him closer, and that was all to be said. He knew they both understood.