No Place Like Home

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

AN: Thank to riokali, Affie, Rysha, Bluesake, Jennifer, and Smexy Pie for the reviews. To Bluesake: you don’t have to worry about Grim or Ulquiorra dying since this story is the Hueco Mundo version of what happened in my other two fics. Both Grim and Ulquiorra were present in both those and I never kill off my leading men. Happily ever after is my ultimate goal. I will always end my stories happily. To: Smexy Pie: ooo I had another brain storm from your comment. Hmmm I’ll have to see what I feel like after my current two are finished, nothing is written in stone until I finish my two current stories. Also, to anyone reading Different Perspectives I am having to take a few days from that story due to the fact I have to organize some notes cuz a lot is starting to happen and I don’t want to forget or get lost in what I have planned. Next ch. for that will be up in a day or two. Please Enjoy this chapter.

No Place Like Home

Chapter Fifteen

Grim opened his eyes and glanced at his surroundings. He had thought that Ulquiorra had been a figment of his fever induced dreams, however, the sight of the familiar infirmary affirmed that he was indeed home. ‘Home?’ he thought to himself. When had he started thinking of this place as home? It had never been a home, merely a place to recoup from injuries and occasionally spar with others. He had never had any true emotional ties to the place. Yet now, he was thinking of this massive structure as ‘home’.

Groaning, Grim pulled himself into a sitting position and had to grit his teeth at the pain that radiated from his sides. Seems that crab Hollow had done quite the number on him. ‘But fuck, how did I get back here?’ The last thing he remembered was taking shelter in one of the abandoned dwellings.

“Kitty!” cried a voice from the door. Grim looked over just in time to be tackled by a tiny ball of green, grunting when she slammed into him. Nel buried her face in Grim’s neck. Many might think her an odd creature. After her initial transformation to protect Ichigo, Nel had regained her lost memories. Her body fluxed between normal and child with the ebb and flow of her reiatsu. The longer she remained in child form the more reiatsu she could store and use in her adult form.

“Ulquiorra-sama was so upset. I am so glad you are alright. I thought you would die and Ulquiorra-sama would cry real tears.” she said truthfully. She continued to jabber on about various things but Grim could only nod his head as she talked. He leaned back against the head of the bed and cuddled her close. It was nice. He liked Neliel, she had never acted superior to him. Even when in her adult form, Neliel had always been somewhat childlike. She had performed her duties as ordered but her soul had remained innocent. It was a rarity in this world.

Grim looked up as the infirmary door slid open. Ulquiorra, emotionless as always, appeared. He was dressed in black slacks and a green turtleneck sweater. The sweater brought out the color in his amazing green eyes. He stood there watching for a moment before speaking. Grim couldn’t put his finger on what it was but there seemed something different about Ulquiorra. His aura seemed different. It bothered him a little. There was a darkness there that hadn’t been there before.

“Neliel, would you mind going and helping Halibel.” said Ulquiorra from the doorway.

“OK, Ulquiorra-sama.” she chirped and jumped from Grim’s arms to the floor, racing as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

“Why does she stay in that form if she can change back?” asked Grim when they were alone.

“Her reiatsu leaks from the break in her mask fragment when in adult form.” answered Ulquiorra. The smaller man walked slowly towards his lover. The darkness in his gaze seemed more intense. Grim felt his hackles rise a little. A pale white hand lifted and stroked across his jaw, tracing the white teeth and bone. Even though something was off, Grim purred at the touch. He had missed it during his absence.

“How did I get back?” asked Grim.

“You don’t remember?”

“The last thing I recall is being injured by a crab Hollow and that I was sick from some form of poison in its claws.” stated Grim. Ulquiorra’s eyes narrowed and the hand stroking his face grabbed his chin in a brutal grip.

“You were careless. You nearly died.” said Ulquiorra, his tone unforgiving.

“What the hell is your problem. You seem fucking weird today.” snarled Grim. It annoyed him that Ulquiorra was acting like this. Something was damn wrong with the man.

“What is my problem?” asked Ulquiorra monotonously.

“Yea, WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM?” yelled Grim. Ulquiorra seemed to lose some of his control. Grabbing Grim by the shoulders he slammed him hard into the mattress and climbed on him to straddle his hips. Eyes flashed green flames that he didn’t even attempt to bank. Grim’s own eyes widened at the unusual fierceness of the stare. Ulquiorra bent down and growled in Grim’s ear. Ulquiorra was not normally one to vocalize animalistic sounds. He was always too good for such sounds. The growl itself sent shivers across Grim’s skin and they were not shivers of fear. His sides throbbed, his throat was dry, and most of all his dick ached.

“I will tell you what my ‘problem’ is. My ‘problem’ is I almost lost control of myself last night when you died. I saw your breathing stop. I saw your heart stop. I felt you reiatsu cease. Do you realize that you are the only thing keeping the beast at bay? You died and the monster that I am wanted to destroy everything, Hollow and Whole alike. Nothing would have been safe. Do you understand now?” said Ulquiorra. His voice remained the same but there was an edge to it. A taste of the darkness that had escaped the previous night.

Ulquiorra knew that he would always carry the stain of what had happened the previous night. There was no erasing the fact that his soul had watched Grimmjow die. It may have only been for a few moments but in those few moments he had felt despair so deep that he would never fully recover from the feeling. Now he was altered. It wasn’t a physical alteration but one that could be felt in his reiatsu.

“If you don’t think you can handle being the only barrier between me and all others then I give you leave to slay me. I will bow my head to your zanpakuto. said Ulquiorra. There was no way he could survive without him. He would offer him this choice. This was an offer of freedom to a creature that could never truly be tied down.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” screamed Grim again. Was Ulquiorra trying to fuck with his mind? He looked into those emerald green eyes and saw the truth. Ulquiorra would bare his neck for the killing blow if Grim wished it. Grim grabbed Ulquiorra by the shoulders and pulled him into his arms.

“Fuckin’ idiot…You think I could live without you either?” muttered Grim. Ulquoirra raised his eyes. Emerald green met electric blue. There was no falsehood in either eye. “Fuckin’ shinigami say we have no hearts…if I didn’t have a heart then why do I feel like this? I don’t know love, that word is meaningless. Its thrown around so much that it means jack shit. What I feel is what I know and I know that I need you in my life. Where you lead I will follow.”

Ulquiorra only shook his head at the surprisingly poetic words coming from the normally uncouth and loud troublemaker of the Espada. This was so out of character with Grimmjow that Ulquiorra himself was at a loss for words. How could such lovely words come from Grimmjow Jaggerjaques?

“You wish to remain with me?”

“What the fuck did I just finish saying?” muttered Grim with a scowl. Fucking tight ass Ulquiorra, making him repeat himself. Grim yelped at the sudden pain in the junction of his neck and shoulder. Ulquiorra had moved so fast Grim had been unable to react. The pale man’s teeth were elongated and buried in his neck. Grim felt the warm blood gush from the bite. Ulquiorra withdrew his teeth but continued to lap at the blood until it stopped flowing. The taste was uniquely Grimmjow. Ulquiorra knew that he would never tire of that taste.

“What did the fuck did you do that for. I think I have lost enough blood in the last few days.” muttered Grim.

“Just reaffirming that you belong to me alone.” said Ulquiorra as blood dripped from his lips. “Make no mistake, Grimmjow, I will destroy any one that touches you.”

Grim’s eyes narrowed at the statement. Two could and would play at that game. Grim grasped the high collar of the turtleneck and ripped it with all his strength. Pure white flesh was revealed. The blue number four still blazed in blue on his chest, though Grim knew that number meant nothing in terms of the power that Ulquiorra could draw on should he desire to do so.

Ulquiorra sat motionless as Grim tore his shirt from his body. It was a shame really, that shirt had been one of his favorites, but not irreplaceable. Grim’s sharp teeth bit deeply into Ulquiorra’s shoulder and he couldn’t stop the small wince at the pain. It wasn’t very often that anything broke his skin, only that which he allowed and this was most definitely allowed. He felt his lover drinking in his blood and closed his eyes at the sensation.

“Just making sure you knew you belonged to me too.” growled Grim. Ulquiorra remained holding his lover until he dozed back into a recuperative sleep. Seeing that Grim was sleeping deeply, Ulquiorra pulled himself from the arms clinging to him and stood. Grim whined a little at the loss of the warmth but remained sleeping. Striding from the room, he closed his eyes and sensed Stark’s reiatsu signature. Stopping in his rooms to grab a new shirt, Ulquiorra flashed towards the reiatsu of Stark. Arriving seconds later outside the door to Stark’s chambers. A small Arrancar that Ulquiorra on recognized in passing, not really one even worthy of being fraccion opened the door upon his knock.

“Ulquiorra-sama.” the girl bowed low to him as he strode past her towards where Stark was resting.

“Halibel will not be pleased to see you availing yourself to others.” Ulquiorra said with a glance towards the girl who quivered under the green gaze of her lord. She was young, no more than three or forth months, if that. Ulquiorra vaguely recalled her ‘birth’ and Aizen’s subsequent disappointment in her skill level. In Aizen’s eyes, the girl was barely even worth living, a mere pawn to the be thrown away to protect the more important pieces. Such was the ways of war. The weak are used to distract from the strong.

“Girl, what is your name?” asked Ulquiorra.

“Symphonia, Ulquiorra-sama” she said quietly, still quaking under his stare.

“Symphonia, from now on your job is to serve Grimmjow-sama while he is recovering. He is resting in the infirmary.” said Ulquiorra before turning back to where Stark was reclined, effectively dismissing the girl. She didn’t need to be told again. Bowing and leaving quickly so not to incur the wrath of her lord.

“The shinigami will be coming soon. I can tell that the fool Nnoitra has upped the attacks. He’s been opening more and more Garganta.” said Ulquiorra, his eyes trained on Stark. The brunette sighed.

“He really is a power hungry idiot. There is no way Soul Society will ignore the attacks. I just hope that they send some one that can be reasoned with. This is a very big gamble, Ulquiorra.”

“It was you that forced my oath. I can not break it unless attacked.” said Ulquiorra, though there was no malice or blame in his voice. Not that Stark would have known if there had been. There were very few that could read Ulquiorra Schiffer completely.

“I didn’t realize the fool would go and bring such attention to us. He probably thinks that they will come for us first and we will wear them down. The man is a coward. You saw how he fought Neliel before and more recently that boy, what was his name with the orange hair?” muttered Stark.

“Kurosaki Ichigo.”

“Yea, that was it.”

“That boy should be grateful that he had Nnoitra. If he had been alone I would have destroyed him.” stated Ulquiorra. Stark arched a brow. There was very few things that could get such a statement. The boy was lucky indeed to have survived Ulquiorra once. He very much doubted that Kurosaki Ichigo would be allotted the same luxury a second time.

Ulquiorra turned and strode towards the door. He paused with his hand on the knob.

“Stark…”

“Yea?”

“Thank you.”

“Well, well, the cold, aloof Ulquiorra has a heart after all. What about all that drabble you spouted to Orihime-chan? That if you cant see it then it isn’t real. Yet here you are thanking me for allowing you to once again be with the keeper of your heart.” teased Stark.

“…”

Ulquiorra turned and fired a bright green Cero blast at Stark. The man barely made it out of the way before the sofa that he was lounging on exploded. Stark paled at the swirling depths of Ulquiorra’s eyes.

“What was that for?” groused Stark.

“Just making a point.” said Ulquiorra as he stepped from the room. Stark shook his head as the door shut behind the smaller man. The man hadn’t even blinked or paused when he had fired that blast. If Stark had been a slower individual, he would be dead now, the victim of Ulquiorra’s wrath. But then again, a lesser Hollow would not have felt comfortable enough in the powerful Hollow’s presence to tease him. If Ulquiorra had really wanted him dead, Stark had no doubt in his mind that he would be dead and he took comfort in that. Pouting a little at the destroyed sofa, Stark went in search of Halibel. Perhaps she would lend him her lap for a few hours.

TBC~

*Shinigami next chapter and if you guys have read Coming Home you all know who all is coming to dinner*