No Place Like Home

Warning: This is Yaoi(boy x boy) don’t read if you don’t like.



AN: Thank you to satterb, Jennifer, affie, Rysha, remyjames, and our newest reviewer SassyCat. This was such a hard chapter to write because I wanted to kill Nnoitra so bad but I had to leave him alive. (T . T) Ok, for those that haven’t read Coming Home, Nnoitra does survive Ulquiorra since his fate is concluded in Coming Home at the hands of Gin. Thank you for all of your kind words and yes fighting scenes are horrible to write. I tear my hair out every time I write one. SassyCat: I am glad you enjoyed the previous two and I know my writing has evolved a lot since Coming Home so I hope you keep on reading my voyages into this particular Bleach universe. I have decided that my next in this universe will be Hitsugaya with an OC cuz I really want to play around with an idea that’s been floating through my mind for a couple of weeks but as I am writing two fics at once atm I really don’t want to destroy my sanity and start a third so the healing of Hitsugaya will begin after I finish this one and Different Perspectives. If you are curious as to why Hitsugaya needs healing I suggest you read Finding Home cuz I’m not telling.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Ten



Lilinette panted as she ran towards where she had left Stark and Halibel. Ulquiorra needed to be informed of the eminent assault of Grimmjow. The moment she had seen the fifth Espada enter the room that Ulquiorra had carried Grim to she had panicked. If Nnoitra found out that she was the one to tell on him, her life was as good as over. It had really taken a lot of contemplation for her to reach the decision to notify her superiors. She knew there would be no living with herself if she didn’t not to mention Ulquiorra would probably destroy her on the stop if he knew she had done nothing. At least Stark could protect her from Nnoitra, Lilinette feared that not even the former first Espada could stop Ulquiorra’s wrath.



“Stark-sama…Ulquiorra-sama…” she gasped when she stopped in front of the pair. Her breath coming in gasps partially from the run and partially from fear for her life upon telling Ulquiorra.



“Che, Lili-kun what’s the rush?” drawled Stark from his position on the bench. The brunette Espada stretched his arms and placed them behind his head.



“Grimmjow… Nnoitra… about to be raped.” she forced out. The area dropped thirty degrees in temperature. Stark popped open an eye, all playful teasing gone. Ulquiorra was frozen where he stood, his green eyes were like green ice. Lilinette felt the greatest fear her life had ever known. In that moment she saw her death in his eyes and it terrified her. She felt all the blood leave her face.



“What did you say?” asked Ulquiorra. If Lilinette hadn’t been looking into his eyes, she would not have known that he was angry. His face retained that perfect emotionless appearance but his eyes had flashed with anger. No, angry was too tame of a word. Furious was a more appropriate term. The eyes truly are the windows to the soul in Ulquiorra’s case. Lilinette dropped to the ground under the weight of his reiatsu. She began gasping for air as the pressure constricted on her lungs and prevented them for working properly. He had so much strength, so much more than she had ever imagined an Espada could have.



“Nnoitra went into the room where Grimmjow is resting and locked it.” Lilinette panted out before completely passing out from the weight. Ulquiorra didn’t wait to see if she was alright, in the blink of an eye he was gone. Stark stood and scooped his fraccion from the ground and carried her to a safe place. His blood ran cold. ‘That fool Nnoitra, he’s going to regret his actions.’



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Grim growled at the touch of the long dry fingers that played through his hair. Slapping the hand away earned him a backhand across his cheek. He couldn’t believe how much energy he had expended in that fight with Yammy. It probably correlated to his massive expulsion of energy in his battle with Kurosaki and then his two days of heat in which he never truly got the rest his body needed. Grim wanted to kick himself for not finishing Yammy quickly but as they say ‘Hindsight is twenty-twenty’.



Grim stood and spat the blood from his mouth directly into Nnoitra’s face. Anger pulsed from the man as the threw a punch into Grim’s bruised ribs. Grim cried out when he felt a few break under the force of the punch. Dropping to the ground, Grim felt his head crack the side of the bed. Darkness gathered around his vision and he no longer had the will to fight it. He didn’t want to be awake for what was about to happen. If he even survived it. His mind screamed out in anger that someone other than Ulquiorra was touching him.



“That’s right kitty. Time to start getting used to your new master. You belong to me now. I‘m going to wipe away any memory of Ulquiorra from you.” growled Nnoitra as he pulled Grim’s pants from his body and tossed them unceremoniously in the corner and began tearing open the front of his own pants, freeing his large red erection. Running cold fingers over the pink skin of Grim’s chest, Nnoitra marveled at its smooth texture. He had always desired the blue haired Espada but his advances had always been scorned. When he had reached the position of fifth Espada, Nnoitra was sure that Grim would welcome his advances. That, however, was not the case. Now the arrogant Espada was in no position to refuse his advances. Grabbing each of Grim’s legs, Nnoitra positioned himself for penetration.



The handle of the door jiggled for a moment, then that entire side of the room exploded from the power of the Cero blast used. Debris flew every where and Nnoitra released his grip on Grim’s legs and flew to his feet.



As the dust from the explosion cleared, Nnoitra saw the impassive Ulquiorra standing in the gaping hole that was once a wall. He stepped over the pieces of rock and other miscellaneous debris and into the room. His eyes scanned the area and halted on the figure lying crumpled on the ground. Green eyes narrowed and then flashed when he saw the state of undress.



Ulquiorra disappeared from Nnoitra’s vision, only to appear in front of him, his fist plowing into the no longer grinning face. The force of the blow sent Nnoitra crashing through the wall and into the arena. Ulquiorra left after him when he saw Halibel step into the room and kneel beside Grim. Knowing that his lover was in good hands, Ulquiorra followed his target. Nnoitra rose quickly from the rubble his crash had created and grabbed his massive weapon. He didn’t even have a chance to swing it before Ulquiorra had Nnoitra’s wrist in a death grip. The fragile bones of his wrist cracked and Nnoitra screamed.



Ulquiorra’s face remained emotionless as he backhanded the fifth Espada, sending him to the ground. Nnoitra opened his mouth and released a golden cero blast towards Ulquiorra. His eyes widened as Ulquiorra caught the blast and crushed it with his fist. His hand completely unharmed. Not even the tiniest scratch or bruise from the powerful attack.



“How?” asked Nnoitra, his eyes wide.



“Aizen wasn’t foolish enough to let everyone know who his most powerful soldier was.”



A roar came from behind and Barragan charged towards the two, his zanpakuto drawn and aimed for Ulquiorra. The pale Espada turned his green eyes towards charging man and lifted his hand and fired a cero blast, effectively knocking the aged looking Espada unconscious.



“Foolish are your supporters, Nnoitra.” said Ulquiorra in his monotonous voice.



“Its you who are foolish!” screams Nnoitra, bringing his hand that still gripped his giant zanpakuto back and slamming the blade into the area between neck and shoulder. The blade was stopped as if it had hit a stone wall. Ulquiorra glanced over at the blade, while maintaining his emotionless appearance. Nnoitra may claim to have the strongest Hierro, but he was only fooling himself. Ulquiorra could toughen any part of his outer skin to withstand any attack. It made him a very deadly opponent. If he had truly wished it he could have resisted Aizen’s attack on his body. He was not foolish, though. Had he truly resisted, his life would have ended shortly afterwards. However, this fight he could and would release his power.



“You dared to touch what I claimed as mine. Die.” said Ulquiorra. He raised a finger and pointed it towards the sweating man. The tip began to glow with an unholy red light. The cero blast seemed to be condensing itself a million times. This would be a death blow. There was no surviving it. A hand grabbed his arm just as he released the blast causing the aim to be skewed. Half of the stadium wall was obliterated in the blast. Tiny pieces of rubble fell from the sky like rain. Ulquiorra swung around to face the person that had stopped his execution.



“We acknowledge your leadership, Ulquiorra-sama. Do not taint it by destroying one of your own.” said Stark, all sign of laziness gone from his face. He looked to be a completely different person. His eyes held wisdom that went deep. Stark was powerful but his greatest strength was his ability to strategize and negotiate.



“Well I don’t fucking acknowledge him anything.” snarled Nnoitra. Stark shot him a look that said shut your mouth or get ready to meet your maker. Ulquiorra turned his eyes back to Nnoitra. Pushing Stark aside, Ulquiorra aimed his finger once again and with a blast, the area between Nnoitra’s legs, just below his grown was blasted away. Nnoitra screamed like a little girl and grabbed at his privates as the skin of his grown was burned from the heat of the blast mere inches away. Stark visibly breathed a sigh of relief.



“I will not allow you to stay. Leave now and take Barragan with you.” said Ulquiorra and with those words he vanished appearing a moment later in the room where Grim lay. Ulquiorra knelt beside his lover and brushed a hand through the mussed blue hair.



“His ribs are broken and he has some internal bleeding. I have made him as comfortable as I can. As long as he remains in bed he should be alright.” said Halibel. Her fraccion running back and forth bringing medical equipment and supplies. They patched up the visible wounds but left the ribs unbound. The ribs would hurt more unbound but his breathing would be easier.



“Was he raped?” asked Ulquoirra quietly.



“Would it matter if he was?” she replied.



“No, to me he is most precious but it would mean that I would be killing Nnoitra now regardless of anything Stark says.” said Ulquiorra. “Can he be moved?” Halibel nodded and before she could blink, Grimmjow was scooped up into Ulquiorra’s arms.



Finding an empty bedroom nearby, Ulquiorra laid Grim down gently. Grim flinched at the movement from arms to bed. His eyes flickered open for a moment before closing once again. Ulquiorra curled on the bed beside him and traced his fingers down the bone jaw. Grim gasped and turned his face towards the pale one.



“I don’t think I’m in any shape to be frisky.” laughed Grim before clutching at his side in pain.



“Baka.” muttered Ulquiorra before tracing the mask once again. Grim sighed into the touch. Reaching up he caressed the ridges of the half helmet that partially covered Ulquiorra’s head. His lover closed his eyes and relished in the warmth that the touch brought to him.



Grim’s eyes grew heavy and pillowed his head against the warm shoulder. For someone with such a cold personality, Ulquiorra certainly had a lot of body heat. Out of the corner of his eye, Ulquiorra saw Halibel crack open the door. The pain in her eyes at the sight, caused a twinge in Ulquiorra. He didn’t acknowledge her presence as he thought it would easier on her to pretend he didn’t see the hurt in her eyes caused by the memory of what she had lost. Closing the door with a slight click, Halibel left them to rest.



Halibel made her way through the corridors towards the throne room where Stark was snoozing. She settled herself next to him and teased her fingers through his hair, reminiscent of a mother towards her child. He moaned in pleasure at the touch.



“Do you agree with my decision?” asked Stark without opening his eyes.



“Hmm.” she murmured as she continued to stroke the hair.



“He will make a strong leader.” continued Stark.



“You don’t have to convince me. My fraccion and myself are pledged to him.”



“I fear we have not seen the last of Nnoitra.” he said. “He did not leave on good terms. Yammy and several of the lower level Arrancar left with him.”



“Hmm.”



“Are you going back to your old ways, Halibel?”



“I miss him.” she said. “He is the first person that said I was beautiful even with this monstrosity of a mask.” A single tear trickled down her face. The shinigami would shocked with this sight. A Hollow mourning the loss of a lover.



“I know.” he said. “I warned you, you should have just done like I planned and fell in love with me.”



“Like you planned? You sleep through half of our conversations.” she said with a snort. Stark sighed dramatically.



“The wild Hollows will need to be reigned in soon or the shinigami will return.” he said.



“I hope that Ulquiorra-sama is up to the job.” Halibel murmured. Stark snorted but remained silent, enjoying the free scalp massage he was getting too much to bother with replying.



TBC~