No Place Like Home

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



AN: Thank you to Affie, Rysha, SassyCat, Smexy Pie, Jennifer, Bluesake, and satterb for the reviews. I am sorry that my updates have only been 2 or 3 times a week instead of everyday or every other day. Its so hard to switch gears between the two stories I’m writing along with work and family. So I hope its not driving you guys too crazy. And Affie beat up your Yamma-jii for me. Grr at WoW. Final Fantasy Online only!!! Thanks for the support I’ve gotten for this fic. Now we are reaching the first true intersection of this story with my others. I had to actually go back to Coming Home and read the dialogue of this first meeting. I hope you all enjoy.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Sixteen



Ulquiorra strode down the pristine white hallways towards the library. He knew he would find Grimmjow there. Although he had been released from bed rest, he had been denied the luxury of going outside. To a creature such as Grimmjow, that was the same as throwing him in a cage. Both Halibel and Neliel agreed that he should take it easy for a few more days.



Pushing open the double doors, Ulquiorra entered the massive room. He had always wondered why Aizen-sama had created a room he rarely frequented. Tousen-sama was blind and had an excuse for not entering the room. Ichimaru-sama had occupied himself with his on pursuits as well. Before her exile, Neliel had spent some time there and occasionally spoke with Ulquiorra concerning what she was reading at the time but rarely did she spend any real time in the room. Mostly though, she would pick a book and leave. It seemed to Ulquiorra, that he and Grimmjow were the only two Espada that had frequented the towards the end of Aizen’s reign. Even now, the library was something of a sanctuary for both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.



Grim looked down from his ledge. His body was still slightly stiff and achy but nothing that wouldn’t go away in another day or two. He rose slowly and leapt from the ledge to land near his lover. Ulquiorra pushed up the loose shirt and ran his fingers over the scarring wounds where Grim’s skin and muscle had been torn by the claws of the Hollow. Grim gave a little gasp as fingers feathered over sensitive new skin. Ulquiorra continued to check the skin making sure that they were healing with no further infection.



“Why do you always do that?” asked Grim, though there was no annoyance in his voice. He was glad that Ulquiorra seemed to care.



“You are nearly healed.” said Ulquiorra as he removed his hands from the skin. Grim nearly whimpered at the loss. It had been nearly a week since he had woken up in the infirmary. And what seemed like forever since Ulquiorra had taken him. He really needed to be taken…bad. He needed to feel Ulquiorra’s strength around him and in him. He needed reassurance that he was still wanted.



“No shit.” grumbled Grim.



Ulquiorra saw how Grimmjow’s eyes dropped when he removed his hands from him. He didn’t know what to say. He was terrified of causing his lover pain. Now that his grip on his control was tenuous at best, he was afraid his darker side would be released. The near loss of Grimmjow had nearly destroyed him. However, he understood that Grimmjow being the feline creature that he is, needed the physical touches. He needed the social aspect of touches. Ulquiorra also knew that most of the Arrancar avoided touching him something fierce. Not because they feared Grim, but they feared the wrath of Ulquiorra. Everyone knew that Grim belonged to Ulquiorra. Only Stark, Neliel, and Halibel acted the same around him. Ulquiorra kept his face emotionless as he turned from Grim and began to make his way towards the door.



Ulquiorra wasn’t expecting Grim to take the initiative. When he turned to leave the room, Grim stepped close and wrapped his arms around Ulquiorra’s waist. Ulquiorra froze and he struggled to keep the tremor from working its way through his body.



“I need you.” whimpered Grim against his ear. Ulquiorra shut his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Grim leaned down and nibbled on the shell of his ear. Ulquiorra bit his lip so hard that blood trickled down his chin. He would not allow himself to touch Grim when his control was so tenuous.



Grim smelled the blood and growled in his throat. Gripping Ulquiorra’s chin, Grim tilted his head back and lapped up the blood that was dripping from his lips. A purr rumbled through Grim’s chest where it was pressed against Ulquiorra.



Ulquiorra felt his control snap. He grabbed Grim and twisted him around, slamming him hard onto the desk in the center of the room. Grim grunted when his chest hit the hard wood. The nails elongated on Ulquiorra’s hand and he ripped the shirt from Grim’s back, freeing the skin for his lips. Lips descended on the pink skin.



Grim felt the pure undiluted lust pouring off of Ulquiorra. This was different from before. This was the lust of a full Hollow, not that of an Arrancar. Grim was dizzy with the reiatsu that washed over him. The lust tinged spiritual pressure caused his dick to harden even more. He had never felt Ulquiorra like this before. Always before, even in the most passionate sessions, there was always the control that he maintained. Now that control was nearly gone. Grim was feeling the full weight of what Ulquiorra had always held back.



“Do you know what you are playing with, Grimmjow?” purred Ulquiorra in his ear. Nails were trailed down his back to iterate the words, not breaking the surface but leaving small welts on the skin.



Grim growled in response. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the red tinted green of Ulquiorra’s eyes. If Grim thought he was aroused from the press of the lust tinted reiatsu, the look in those eyes sent him over the edge into lust himself. Arching his hips, Grim pressed hard against the bulge in Ulquiorra’s trousers. A growl rumbled from Ulquiorra. Grim grinned at the sound. This is exactly what he needed. A hard pounding from the keeper of his soul.



Ulquiorra grabbed the waistband and pulled Grim’s trousers over his hips until they dropped to the floor. A dry finger was shoved up into Grim’s tight passage. Grim snarled at the sudden entrance and attempted to push up from the desk. Ulquiorra pressed him back down hard, keeping one hand on his shoulders and the other inside him.



“Don’t fight, Grimmjow. It only makes it harder for me to keep some semblance of sanity.” growled Ulquiorra. Even his voice was different. It had an undertone that was reminiscent of Kurosaki with his Hollow mask on. Almost as if two different voices that were different but the same were talking as one.



Grim panted. The touch inside him gentled slightly. A second joined the first and they began a stretching of him that skated the line between pleasure and pain. Every time the fingers roughly brushed his prostate, Grim felt his eyes roll back into his head. The pleasure and the pain were nearly too much for him to handle. Then, the touch was gone. Grim whimpered at the loss. He heard Ulquiorra spit into his hand and knew that he must be using his saliva to offer some lubrication, though Grim knew this was going to hurt like a bitch.



“Are you ready, my kitty-cat?” growled Ulquiorra into Grim’s ear. Grim couldn’t verbalize an answer, so he pushed his hips back against his lover, hoping his longing would get across.



Ulquiorra was fighting hard not to pound into his lover without mercy. He felt the edges of his darkness creeping in but so far he remained in control. The feel of Grim’s smooth skin was like an aphrodisiac. Ulquiorra ran a finger down the bumps of Grim’s spinal column. The blue haired man shivered in response and pressed back harder, trying to get his want noticed.



Ulquiorra lined up his erection with the barely stretched entrance. Pushing in slowly, he felt Grimmjow beginning to swallow him in. He wanted to thrust so bad, but there was no way he would rip his lover open. He had that much control at least.



Grim groaned as Ulquiorra pushed inside. He was taking it so achingly slow that Grim wanted to scream. For what seemed like an eternity, Ulquiorra remained still inside Grim. He waited until Grim began to whimper and press back against him. Pulling nearly all the way out so that only his head remained inside, Ulquiorra pushed harshly back inside. Grim screamed as the head pressed hard against his prostate. Ulquiorra felt his hard won control snap. Any gentleness that had remained was gone to the four winds. Setting a grueling pace, Ulquiorra pounded into Grim.



Grim could only whimper and groan as shockwaves of pleasure rocketed through his body. This was not a loving. This was a claiming, a mating. This was not about love but only about lust and desire. There were only the most primal emotions present in either man.



Grim’s voice began to crack as he screamed his pleasure. The lust from the reiatsu coupled with his own and the pounding against his prostate sent him over the edge. His cum spurted from his untouched erection against the side of the desk in long streams. Grim went limp. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and darkness edged his vision. He heard Ulquiorra grunting as he pounded into him.



Ulquiorra felt his lover tighten around his erection in a death grip. Ulquiorra clenched his teeth as his hips jerked and Grim’s body sucked his cum from him. He felt his reiatsu explode and mingle with Grim’s before dissipating into nothing. Growling, Ulquiorra sunk his teeth into the mark at the junction of Grimmjow’s neck that was a symbol of Ulquiorra’s claim on him. The taste of the sweet blood resulted in a mini orgasm to go through Ulquiorra. Collapsing against Grim’s back, Ulquiorra lay panting at the power of the orgasms. He withdrew from his lover and Grim whimpered a little at the loss. Ulquiorra reached up to run his fingers over the bone jaw. Another purr rumbled through Grim’s chest at the touch.



Leaning down, Ulquiorra pulled Grim into a kiss. The door to the library slammed open, interrupting the kiss.



“Ulquiorra-sama, Grimmjow-sama, Several divisions of shinigami were…sighted…Holy fuck.” gaped the slender Arrancar male that was standing in the doorway.



“What the hell?” yelled Grim as he struggled to pull his pants up over his hips as pain shot up his spine. He knew he would pay for the rough taking but he figured it was worth the temporary pain.



“…” Ulquiorra stared at the intruder. If looks could kill, the man would be dead in an instant.



“Please…forgive my intrusion.” whimpered the man as he began to back out of the library. Ulquiorra was standing in front of him before he could blink. His unwavering green eyes and emotionless face causing shivers to run through Arrancar.



“You said shinigami?” asked Ulquiorra



“Yes, sir. One of the patrols spotted them a few hours away.” said the man. Ulquiorra’s eyes narrowed. It appeared that there would soon be a conclusion to the plans that he, Halibel, and Stark had been making.



“How many?”



“At least three taicho and two fukutaicho. Over a hundred lesser ranked all together if I had to guess.” answered the man.



Grim paled. That many shinigami sent in. There would be no reasoning with them. They had obviously come for war.



“Ulquiorra-sama…Ichimaru-sama was sighted with them.”



“…”



Grim snarled. He had never had a deep love for Aizen, but that his second in command had been working for the shinigami all along sent a tremor of malice through his soul. The man might have saved them, but he had returned to destroy them. He had betrayed them. He knew that the Arrancar would return to the citadel. It was the only home they had ever known since their ‘awakening’ and Ichimaru was leading them straight for them.



“He’s a dead man.” snarled Grim. Ulquiorra grabbed the scuff of Grim’s neck when the blue haired man made for the door.



“You will not do anything, Grimmjow.” stated Ulquiorra.



“Let the fuck go.” growled Grim



“No.”



“He’s betrayed us to those fuckin’ shinigami.” snarled Grim.



“We shall see.”



Grim snarled again but didn’t say anything. Ulquiorra looked up into the electric blue eyes. There was fire dancing in them. Hurt and betrayal warred with anger.



“I want you at my side when I meet them. Will you behave or do I need to lock you up?” Ulquiorra asked. Grim mumbled something under his breath.



“I didn’t hear you.”



“I said alright. Fuck.” growled Grim. Ulquiorra nodded and made his way towards the outer gate to await the arrival of their ‘guests’. A few minutes later and Grim flickered beside him, having replaced his ruined shirt and equipped his zanpakuto.



“Remember what I said.” said Ulquiorra. Grim lifted a lip in a snarl but said nothing.



The gates were pulled open and there standing in the sandy landscape was over a hundred shinigami. Ulquiorra felt the spike in Grimmjow’s reiatsu when his hackles raised. They both stepped through the gates and made their way towards Ichimaru and the large gathering of shinigami. It appeared that Kuchiki-taicho and Zaraki-taicho had accompanied the expedition. This would get bloody if an accord could not be reached. Ulquiorra only hoped that Grim would behave himself so that things could be discussed.



“Welcome shinigami, its chilly tonight and you know what they say.” said Grim, more than a little touch of malice was present in his voice.



“What’s that, little kitty.” grinned Ichimaru. Grim’s eyes narrowed and his focus centered in on the man that had brought war to their doorstep yet again.



“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” snarled Grim.



Grim’s reiatsu spiked again, but this time it was coupled with a burst of speed from the former Espada. He charged towards Ichimaru his claws drawn, prepared to slice through flesh. He would die to protect those that were precious to him. If Ichimaru-sama wanted a war, he would fucking give him one and take as many as he could down with him to hell.



TBC~