No Place Like Home

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



AN: WOW a big response to that last chapter. Everyone seemed to really like it. Thank you to satterb, Smexy Pie, Jennifer, Affie and Rysha. Smexy Pie, I am very glad you and your friend are enjoying the story. I will never understand why writers are afraid to switch things around. I think that’s one of the reasons people read my stories is to see what random pairing or weirdness I am going to throw in the story. I love rare pairings and since every story I have ever read of Grim and Ulquiorra has been with Grim as seme I felt it was my duty to switch the pair. This is kind of a filler/lemon/aftermath chapter. I think I am going to take this story past the deal with Gin but I am not sure if I will extend it as far as Finding Home. Just have to wait and see. I hope you enjoy.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Eleven



Grim’s eyes shot open and his heart pounded a rapid staccato in his chest. A small whimper escaped his lips as he lay on the mattress, attempting to calm the pounding. It had been a week since Nnoitra had left, taking with him Barragan and Yammy, as well as a few of the minor Arrancar. Grim still flinched when someone came into his room unannounced. He supposed he was lucky, at least the bastard had only gotten as far as touching him before Ulquiorra blasted the wall in. Still, the memory of that disgusting man’s fingers on his body caused the bile to build in his throat. Grim was ashamed of himself for being so weak as to allow that man to touch him without really fighting back.



Ulquiorra was the only person that Grim could stand to touch him, male or female. Grim couldn’t sleep unless Ulquiorra was next to him. His presence was the only way that he could feel safe enough to drift off. Other than delicate touches, Ulquiorra hadn’t tried to push Grim into anything and for that Grim was grateful. What terrified Grim the most was not the memory of the assault but instead the fear of how much more broken he would have been from it, had the fifth Espada succeeded in his assault. He wasn’t like Ulquiorra who could compartmentalize his emotions and memories. To Grim everything mingled together.



Standing slowly, Grim pressed fingers to the still tender ribs. Though they were nearly healed, they still ached. Halibel had said the he was lucky his lung hadn’t been punctured. With no real healers anymore, they all had to take care with injuries. Grabbing a pair of loose black pants and a tight blue shirt, Grim dressed and made his way down the hall to where he knew he would find his lover. He had taken to staying close to Ulquiorra. He found comfort in the presence of the seemingly emotionless man.



Voices from the conference room caused him to pause in his search. Leaning against the door, Grim listened to the voices, discerning Ulquiorra, Halibel, and Stark.



“He’s a fool.” said Ulquiorra.



“Maybe, but regardless, if he keeps this up he will bring the wrath of the shinigami down on all our heads.” said Halibel. Normally quite, the strongest female Arrancar could be very verbal when she needed to be. When the lives of those she holds dear are threatened, she becomes very verbal in their defense.



“What do you expect us to do, darling Halibel?” muttered Stark in his normally lazy tone.



“We should take them out.” said Halibel, “So they don’t draw any more attention than they already have.”



“That’s not really an option.” said Ulquiorra.



“Why?” inquired Stark, feeling slightly guilty from urging Ulquiorra to spare the life of Nnoitra. If he hadn’t stilled his hand, the bane of their existence would be dead along with any that opposed the new rule.



“Attention has already been drawn. We will have to sit and wait to see what Soul Society is going to do about it. If we destroy Nnoitra and his followers then we condemn ourselves.” said Ulquiorra.



“How? The raiding would stop and Soul Society would have no reason to come here.” argued Halibel.



“They know that there are powerful Arrancar still alive. They will come it is only a matter of time. A short time, I would imagine considering that Nnoitra is razing Karakura Town with very little discretion.” answered Ulquiorra.



“If they invade we will die.” murmured Stark from his position beside Halibel, his fingers caressing the skin on her hand.



“Perhaps, if we make a deal with the shinigami that come.” suggested Ulquiorra.



“No fuckin’ way!” yelled Grim as he burst into the room.



“Glad you decided to join us Grimmjow, I was beginning to wonder how long you were going to eavesdrop.” said Ulquiorra. Grim’s brow twitched with annoyance. He stalked over to the table and took a seat beside Ulquiorra. His fingers brushed the hand that Ulquiorra rested on the arm of his chair. Ulquiorra lifted the hand and linked it with Grim’s fingers. Though he kept his eyes on the other two in the room, Ulquiorra made sure to let the blue haired man know that he knew he was there as well.



“A deal might be in our best interests.” murmured Halibel. If it kept those precious to her alive then who was she to disagree. Stark mumbled something and if Halibel didn’t know him so well would assume he was napping. Though his eyes were closed, she could tell by the way he tapped his fingers together that he was weighing all the options carefully in his mind. He was a strategist after all.



“No fuckin’ way will those shinigami bastards help us. We are abominations in their eyes.” growled Grim, his blue eyes flashing. To the shinigami, the Arrancar were nothing more than the creations of the mad Aizen Sosuke. Even the shinigami traitors were not to be trusted. Ichimaru had proven that he had a double sided tongue.



Other than the orange haired Kurosaki Ichigo, Grim held no love for any shinigami. In his mind, they were all back stabbers with forked tongues. Kurosaki was different. He had honor and Grim respected him not only because he was defeated by him in battle but because of why he battled. He didn’t kill meaninglessly. He killed only when he was forced to do so.



“Either way, we need to be prepared for another invasion.” said Ulquiorra as he stood and with his hand still linked with Grim’s, exited the room. Stark and Halibel could handle things for a few hours.



“I’m serious, Ulquiorra. The shinigami can’t be fucking trusted.” growled Grim as he trailed after the smaller man. Ulquiorra didn’t slow his pace but he glance back at his lover.



“Are you still having nightmares?”



“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” asked Grim, though the way his eyes refused to meet the questioning eyes was answer enough.



“Time to put an end to them.” answered Ulquiorra. Pulling Grim into their series of rooms, Ulquiorra shut the door and pushed Grim against it. He felt Grim stiffen and begin to struggle a bit. His breath picked up and his pupils dilated so wide that only the edge of the electric blue iris could be seen.



“Are you afraid of me?” asked Ulquiorra, his voice unchanging but for some reason it calmed Grim a little. He focused on the voice in order to push away the darkness that swirled through his vision. Grim shook his head in answer.



“Do you trust me to protect you?” he asked again. Grim was beginning to relax again. He leaned into the warmth of Ulquiorra and nodded. A petting hand started in his hair, sifting through the blue strands before working its way down his neck. Grim stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the touch. Fingers pressed deep into firm muscle, relaxing tight shoulders, before drifting lower. Grabbing the blue shirt, Ulquiorra pulled it over Grim’s head revealing the taunt skin on his chest and abdomen. Taking Grim’s hand, Ulquiorra lead him to the bed that they had shared since returning.



Urging him to sit, Ulquiorra stood between his legs and leaned down to kiss the mark he had placed on Grim’s neck. Grim hissed at the pleasure that radiated from that spot. Grim’s hands lifted to rest on Ulquiorra’s hips, pulling him closer so that he could bask in the heat that radiated off of the green eyed Arrancar. Ulquiorra’s teeth nibbled along the cords of his neck and across the underside of his jaw, careful to avoid the bone fragment he could tell Grim wanted him to touch the most. Tilting Grim’s face upward, Ulquiorra brushed their lips together. The kiss was nothing but the brushing of skin so faint that Grim almost believed he imagined the touch.



“Please” he whispered against the lips that continued to tease but offer no relief. Ulquiorra ignored the plea and continued in his teasing. His fingers lowered themselves to untying the belt and releasing the pants that Grim wore. His fingers making sure to touch only when required. Grim arched up into the touch trying to emphasize his need. Again his pleas were ignored as Ulquiorra tugged the pants off.



“I will kill anyone that touches you.” murmured Ulquiorra against Grim’s neck. Shivers trailed fingers down Grim’s spine at the words. Ulquiorra nipped a wet trail to the pink nipples that jutted up begging for attention. Licking his tongue around the rim of the nipple without actually touching the nipple itself, until Grim began to whimper. Ulquiorra took that as his signal and drew the flesh into his mouth. Grim’s body arched off the bed. Ulquiorra’s palm traveled along the smooth skin of Grim’s chest before teasing lower to play along the edges of his Hollow hole. The fingers dipped inside to tease the interior and had Grim’s hips jerking in response.



“Does that feel good?” asked Ulquiorra, while lapping at the nipple.



“Yessss.” Grim hissed through clenched teeth. It felt fucking fantastic. This was the first time that they had come together like this. It was excruciatingly slow and gentle. Grim was in heaven and hell at the same time.



The fingers left his Hollow hole and trailed past his naval and into the blue hair that grew thick around his cock and balls. The fingers combed through the hair but avoided touching where Grim wanted him to touch the most. It was maddening. Grim’s whimpers and cries became louder. This was too slow. He needed. He wanted and fuck it all Ulquiorra was the only person that could give it to him.



Ulquiorra released the nipple that he was currently torturing and admired the bright red color that it had taken on to match its twin. Seeing Grim strung so tight, Ulquiorra decided to take a little pity on him. Still not touching his aching erection, Ulquiorra skimmed his nails down the tense thighs. The muscles jumped at the touch. Looking down at his lover, Ulquiorra’s eyes skimmed over every detail, the berry red color of the abused nipples, the faint sheen of sweat that dampened the skin, the ragingly hard erection that cried pre-cum and drawn up balls.



Seeing he’d had enough, Ulquiorra swooped down and engulfed the tip of the erection in his mouth. Grim’s body went taunt and he arched high off the bed. The over stimulation had taken its toll. Ulquiorra gave one firm suck and Grim came hard in his mouth. The salty, slightly bitter taste of the cum was like the finest drink to Ulquiorra. He swallowed rapidly in order to no miss a single drop that pulsed from the tip.



Grim collapsed back on the bed, his lungs struggled to take in air and his muscles felt like they had ran a marathon. The touch of an oil slicked finger teasing his anus practically went unnoticed in the aftermath of one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. Grim groaned at the introduction of the second and third fingers as they stretched him completely. The brushing against his prostate caused his eyes to roll back in his head as a pulse shivered down his cock.



Ulquiorra continued to stretch and tease him for several minutes while his body recovered from the orgasm. When he saw the twitching of the beginning of another erection, Ulquiorra stopped and removed his fingers. Grim moaned at the loss. Pulling Grim’s legs onto his shoulders, Ulquiorra positioned himself and eased inside the heated cavern. Grim whimpered a little at the initial pain from being stretched to his limit but after a few slow thrusts, he once again arched into the touch.



Ulquiorra bit his lip until blood dripped down his chin. It was taking every inch of willpower not to drive into his lover with every bit of strength in his body. Grim noticed the blood dripping from Ulquiorra’s mouth and leaning up, he ran his tongue across the crimson pearls that trickled out. The metallic taste exploded in his mouth and caused him to release a growl of pleasure. The growl from Grim was the final straw in Ulquiorra’s willpower. Digging fingers roughly into Grim’s hips, Ulquiorra reared back and plunged himself deeply into his lover. Grim screamed at the pleasure of his prostate being slammed.



Ulquiorra snarled and withdrew completely causing Grim whimper at the loss. Flipping his lover, Ulquiorra grabbed the bruised hips once again and plunged back in from behind. Grim’s fingers were digging in the sheets as the bed slammed against the wall with the force of the thrusts. Ulquiorra reached beneath and grabbed the weeping erection in his fist and stroked it in time with his thrusts.



The sensations were too much for Grim and he screamed as once again he toppled over the edge of the cliff. Streams of white fluid shot from him onto the sheets below. Grim whimpered as Ulquiorra continued to pound into his prostate, nearly causing him to pass out from the sensation. Just when Grim thought he was going to die from the overload of sensation, Ulquiorra stiffened behind him and warmth flooded Grim’s insides. No longer able to hold his body up, Grim collapsed on the soiled sheets. Ulquiorra shivered and followed him down. Lying across his lover’s back, Ulquiorra turned to his side and pulled the limp Grim’s back to his chest. There they lay spooning as they came down from the euphoria. Grim was absolutely sure that there would be no nightmares tonight. Ulquiorra was right, he did put an end to them.



TBC~