No Place Like Home

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



AN: Thank you to Affie, Rysha, satterb, Jennifer, Smexy Pie and friend, SassyCat, and remyjames for the reviews. Well the reason I somewhat paired Stark with Halibel is because I am not planning(doesn’t mean it wont happen just not planned) on writing anymore pairings from Espada. Also I think Halibel is cool and I hate that I paired her with Szayel then left her alone. I figured she deserved someone. Anyway, thank you all for the reviews and I am so glad that you are all enjoying this so much. Gah I just cant help myself with this pair. I hope you enjoy this chapter, lemonish interlude and all.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Thirteen



Grim grunted when Ulquiorra pressed him into the meeting table. Grim already a highly sexual creature by nature had been semi-erect the whole meeting, the fight during had only caused him to get harder. Ulquiorra seemed to have that effect on him. Together they were volatile. Fighting was almost like foreplay to them. Grim lifted to nip at Ulquiorra’s lips. They were so soft and pliant. The unique taste of Ulquiorra washing over his tongue as they dueled for dominance. Grim knew he would never tire of the taste and feel of Ulquiorra.



Ulquiorra flipped Grim over so that he was sprawled face down on the table, his hips and legs dangling over the edge. Nimble fingers pushed loose trousers down to reveal smooth skin. Grim’s nails dug into the surface of the table at the touch of Ulquiorra’s lips on the small of his back.



“Ngh…stop playing dirty.” panted Grim, knowing full well that Ulquiorra had discovered that particular spot a few nights ago and now sought to abuse that knowledge every chance he got. Ulquiorra ignored Grim, and continued to tease the small patch of skin about the crease of his buttocks with his teeth and tongue. Ulquiorra nipped his way down to the curve of Grim’s ass, biting down hard on one firm globe. Grim cried out at the small pain and then moaned as it was soothed with a warm tongue. Ulquiorra knew just how to tease., how to drive the pleasure to immeasurable heights.



Not stopping there, Ulquiorra pried open the tender flesh to reveal the small pink pucker. He took his time licking and tasting the skin around it before pressing his tongue against the tight muscle. Grim was unable to think at this point. The only thing he heard was the pounding of his heart in his ears and the sound of his panting. Never in his existence had he ever felt anything so good as the feel of the warm wet tongue probing his nether regions. Grim pressed back against Ulquiorra in an attempt to feel more of the sensations. Ulquiorra’s tongue pressed deeper and Grim groaned as he felt his muscles clench and release at the touch, longing for a deeper touch. He felt close to coming and Ulquiorra hadn’t even touched his erection.



“I need you…NOW!” growled Grim as he arched against the body behind him. Ulquiorra reached beneath Grim to grasp the throbbing erection and stroked it with slow, precise motions. The touch sent Grim to the brink. Ulquiorra however refused to send him over the precipice, stopping all motion when Grim got too close to the edge. Grim mewled his frustration.



Ulquiorra drew himself up until his lips touched Grim’s neck, tasting the tang of sweat and pheromones. His tongue lapped at the flavor that was Grimmjow, drawing more whimpers from his lover. Grabbing Grim by the hair, Ulquiorra arched his lover’s neck and pressed his lips hard to the skin, sucking until a dark mark began to form.



“I will make sure that every night you are away, you will dream of me.” stated Ulquiorra, his voice caressing the skin of Grim’s neck. Shivers trembled down his spine and headed straight for his erection. The touch still slow and not offering any relief. Grim was panting hard now. ‘How the fuck does he stay so in control?’ groaned Grim to himself as he arched against the warm body.



Grim moaned in relief when he felt Ulquiorra press into him. The hard erection pressed in so slowly that Grim thought he was going to expire right on the spot. He knew that Ulquiorra was going slow to torture him, to brand into his mind who was doing this to him. Grim could only moan and attempt to press against him. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the pale man was fully seated in his lover. They lay like that for several moments, neither moving. The feel of being connected to each other even on a primal level was too heady an experience. Both relished the feeling.



Grim didn’t understand his need for this man, such emotions were hard to quantify for creatures that had simply existed for so long with only violence. When Aizen gave them life, he also gave them higher understanding and with that understanding came to the desire to experience more than the physical. Up until now, Grim had only involved himself in purely physical relationships but his relationship with Ulquiorra was so much more. There was so much about what he was feeling that he didn’t understand.



Slowly, Ulquiorra began to move with precise strokes. Easing out, then slowly easing back in. His hand keeping in time with his hips, forcing Grim to experience the sensations so slowly that it blanked his mind and he could no longer focus on the thoughts that had been drifting through his mind. Now, he could only feel.



Deep grooves scarred the table when Grim’s nails ripped through. His back arched and he pressed into a particularly deep thrust that slammed against his prostate resulting in a garbled cry from his throat. Sparks shot across his vision and his eyes rolled back into his head. One pale hand continued to pump his erection while the other reached beneath his arched body to squeeze a painfully erect nipple. Grim’s body couldn’t take any more stimulation. His hips bucked and thick cum spurted from his cock onto the hand that teased him. Collapsing against the table, Grim closed his eyes in ecstasy.



Ulquiorra clenched his jaw as Grim’s body clenched around his erection in a vise grip. The spasming of the tight channel pushed him over that last hurdle. Biting his lip to keep from making any noise, his hips jerked as he filled his lover with cum. Ulquiorra collapsed against Grim’s back, their sweat slicked skin cooling in the heat. A deep purr rumbled from Grim’s chest. Ulquiorra fought to contain a chuckle that threatened to escape at the sound. Grim sounded like a contented kitten that had just gotten its feel of cream.



Reaching up, Ulquiorra linked their fingers. The purring intensified in strength and Ulquiorra couldn’t restrain the small smile that pulled across his normally frowning lips. Closing his eyes, he pushed back the worry. Grimmjow was very strong and more than capable of defending himself in the event of an attack. He was foolish to think that he could keep a wild creature such as Grim locked safely away. The man needed open spaces and he was right. He was the best suited for the task at hand. That didn’t mean that Ulquiorra had to like it.



Grabbing Grim’s hair again, Ulquiorra twisted his lover’s head so that their lips could meet. Grim groaned into the kiss. “You belong to me.” growled Ulquiorra against his lover‘s lips. Grim continued to purr, not denying the statement. “One day you will say it.”



Standing and adjusting their clothes, Ulquiorra led Grim away. The blue haired man would get no rest tonight. Ulquiorra was going to brand his touch, taste, and smell into his lover. There would be no doubt come morning who Grim belonged to. Grim simply followed the smaller man complacently back to their rooms.



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Grim groaned as he rolled over on the small covered ledge in a rocky outcropping. He had been searching the depths of Hueco Mundo for the past five days. So far he had only had run ins with lesser Hollows and still no sign of Neliel and her two buffoons. Grim was starting to believe that they would be impossible to find. How in the bloody heavens had Kurosaki and his followers found them immediately upon arrival in Hueco Mundo, Grim would never know. Though he was thankful that the former Espada had returned with Kurosaki. Grim was sure he would have died from his injuries in his battle with Kurosaki had the former third Espada not been present to heal him.



Sleep only came in short spurts. Grim finally gave up and lay staring up at the dark sky. The crescent moon shined brightly over the darkened landscape. How many nights had Grim stared at it in his existence? How long would he have to search for Neliel until he could return to his comfortable bed and warm lover? Grim snarled. He was definitely going to beat the shit out of the two ridiculous fraccion that followed Neliel around for making him have to go through all of this trouble to find her. Grim’s spirits lifted slightly at the thought of blooding up the two buffoons. He wouldn’t kill them, just rough them up a little.



Deciding it was pointless to continue lying there, Grim stood and dusted off his loose hakama pants and half jacket. Having opted to wear the former uniform of the Espada for its durability, even though he had developed a taste for colored clothing. Stretching his body in order to work out the kinks that had developed from sleeping, or rather attempting to sleep, on the hard ground, Grim took off towards some deserted cave dwellings that he remembered from his days as a Hollow.



After about an hour of running, Grim stopped as he neared the dwellings. Truthfully, they were merely hollowed out rock caves and it was stretching it to even call them dwellings. A colony of Hollow had once lived in these caves. Grim and his fraccion had spent several days here once, long ago. Now the rooms lay empty, the colony having been eradicated in Aizen’s search for stronger Hollow to evolve into Arrancar.



A cry in the distance causes Grim to pause. A Hollow was approaching, and fast. The reiatsu that poured off of it was abnormally strong for the average Hollow. This one might prove to be a challenge. Grim bit his lip in indecision. In the end, his nature would not allow him to hide from a fight, not to mention he was in desperate need of stress relief. Since sex was out of the question, fighting was his only option. Popping his neck, Grim crouched and awaited the new arrival.



A large crab like Hollow scuttled rapidly around the mountainside. His white shell was streaked with red markings. The massive claws snapped in excitement. A bird like mouth snapped in time with the clicking of the claws. Saliva dripped from the beak-like mouth, falling into the sand below. Grim grinned his trademark arrogant grin.



“Looks like you are excited about this fight too.” shouted Grim. His blood was beginning to rush through his system in excitement. Grim charged the beast. While speed was on his side, the exoskeleton of the crab Hollow was nearly unbreakable. After several attacks, Grim jumped back out of reach of the snapping claws. Mindful to conserve his reiatsu, Grim began to analyze the attacks of the beast all the while muttering about starting to act like Ulquiorra. Usually one to act first and think later, Grim decided that mindlessly attacking would do nothing for him but waste his energy and anger the Hollow.



The creature decided it’d had enough of defensive and went on the attack. Grim dodged a flailing claw, however he wasn’t fast enough to prevent the second from snapping around his waist. Grim grunted in pain as the serrated edges of the claw dug gashes into his sides. The beast brought him close to the snapping beak. Beady eyes focused on him with deadly intent. Taking a chance, Grim slashed out with a claw, bursting one of the four eyes, sending optical fluid gushing. The creature screamed in agony and anger, releasing its grip on Grim. Grim hit the ground hard but was on his feet quickly in order to avoid the massive claw that attempted to crush him.



Rolling away, Grim gave a quick glance at his side, though they were bleeding heavily, he determined that they weren’t deadly but would slow him down considerably. Drawing his zanpakuto from its sheath, Grim snarled at the beast. The pain in his sides threatened to distract him and it took all his willpower to focus on his opponent. A gleam beneath the creature’s underbelly caught his attention. While most of the underbelly was hard shell the same as the rest of the Hollow, there were several ribbed crevices that were unarmored. Grim decided on his final attack. Lifting his zanpakuto, Grim charged the beast head on, then at the last possible moment, he dodged to the right and ducked beneath the creature. Ramming his zanpakuto up with all the strength he possessed, Grim felt the armor give way to the flesh inside.



Gripping the hilt, Grim ripped the blade along the soft part of the shell as the creature screamed in agony. Jerking his blade from the Hollow, Grim leapt away from the creature as it toppled to the ground. Grim watched as the Hollow twitched a few times before evaporating into swirling ash.



Groaning, Grim clutched his side and sheathed his zanpakuto once again. Blood was continuing to seep from the wounds but he was thankful that it had slowed to a mild oozing. The last thing he needed was to be incapacitated due to blood loss. Taking refuge in one of the mid level caves, Grim collapsed against the wall. Sliding down the rough stone, Grim sat panting. Pulling some bandages from his pack, which he was grateful Halibel had insisted he take with him, Grim began to treat the wounds. They were deeper than he would have liked but there was nothing to be done about that now. He was sure he would be hearing about this from Ulquiorra upon his return. There was no denying that a few of the deep cuts would scar.



Once he finished wrapping the wounds, Grim leaned his head against the wall. His body felt heavy as if a great weight had been dropped upon him. Blaming it on reiatsu depletion as well as blood loss, Grim lay his head on his travel pack. Deciding he needed to rest before moving on.



When next he opened his eyes, his body was covered with sweat. His throat and mouth were dry, this sides throbbed painfully, and his body was burning up with fever. Groaning, Grim grabbed the canteen of water and began to take sips in an attempt to cool his throat. Collapsing once again, felt his sides and found the bandages soaked through. Pulling himself into a sitting position, Grim waited until the room stopped spinning before he unwound the bandage from his waist. The wet bandage was pulled away to reveal angry red gashes leaking pus and fluid. Grim ground his teeth and frustration. It was obvious that the claws had been poisoned. Now he was too weak to do anything but pray that he could survive it.



Pulling a blanket from the pack, Grim wrapped in the blanket as he began to shiver uncontrollably. Laying down once again, Grim wondered if he would survive to see Ulquiorra. Would his lover miss him if he died? Clutching the blanket tighter around his shoulders, Grim closed his eyes and allowed his mind to be pulled into the darkness.



Was this the end? Would he die? Grim fought the darkness but it was too strong and his body was too weak to resist.



“Ulquiorra…” Grim whispered before drifting off into a restless sleep, unnoticing the shadows that fell upon him.



TBC~