No Place Like Home

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



AN: Yay, This chapter commemorates the reaching of 40+ rating of this story. Its over double that of Finding Home. Its also surpassed Finding Home in hits as well. You guys sure love your Uli/Grim.(me too). Big thank you to all my reviewers as well as to the unspoken individuals that read my stories, since you don’t review I hope you are enjoying it. Thank you to Queensassycat, Smexy Pie, Jennifer, and satterb for the reviews of the previous chapter. Thank you for posing questions Queensassycat its reviews like that which help me decided how I address the next chapters. And yes Queensassycat, Ulquiorra’s name is horrible but I can’t find a shortened version that I like so I type it fully. I didn’t address much in Coming Home(regrettably because it was my first dabble into writing and I was just beginning to get a feel for writing and this is a spin off from it) that involved changes. I will go into more detail with this story and I may go back and edit Coming Home chapters to address some of the additional dialogue I may add. Also I had intended to kill Grimmjow and Ulquiorra in Coming Home cuz they were originally going to be my bad guys but then a faithful reviewer gave a tear filled plea to not kill Grimmjow. So everyone reading this story has Jennifer to thank for this story even being written. Oh and on a side note, this chapter is completely on the perspective of the Arrancar and will have little to no thoughts from the shinigami. If you are curious to what the shinigami are thinking go back to chapter 17 of Coming Home. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Seventeen



Ulquiorra saw Grim charge the former second in command of Aizen-sama. He knew Ichimaru-sama wouldn’t want to kill the blue haired Arrancar, however, he also knew that Ichimaru would ruthlessly strike down anyone in preservation of his own life or that of his comrades. Ichimaru reached for Shinso and Ulquiorra made a split second decision. Using his enhanced speed, Ulquiorra flashed quickly between his lover and his former superior. Drawing his zanpakuto partially from its sheath, Ulquiorra deflected Grim’s slashing attack. Ulquiorra felt rather than saw Ichimaru-sama’s interest in his movements.



Ulquiorra noticed that he had released a bit more reiatsu than he had intentioned as several shinigami were on their knees panting for breath under the weight of the powerful reiatsu. It was understandable that many of the lesser shinigami were bothered by the power, many of his own Arrancar subordinates could not withstand his released strength.



Ulquiorra pressed Grim back with both his partially drawn weapon and his reiatsu. Grimmjow flung himself back as anger radiated from his entire body. The blue flames that danced in his eyes challenged Ulquiorra’s green ones. Ulquiorra knew that although Grim was loud and powerful in his own right, his nature would not allow him to go against he whom he considered his alpha.



Grim growled low in his throat and shot Ulquiorra an angry look. If Ulquiorra was the type to show facial expressions, he would have smirked at the obvious pout on Grim’s face. It was reminiscent of a child that had not gotten his way. The two of them were so intertwined that neither could survive without the other any longer and Ulquiorra would not allow Grim to risk his life unnecessarily. They completed each other.



Seeing Grimmjow’s submission to his will, Ulquiorra sheathed his zanpakuto and turned to Ichimaru and his fellow taicho. The elegant Kuchiki Byakuya and the boisterous, battle happy Zaraki Kenpachi stood near the grinning Ichimaru Gin. Ulquiorra’s enhanced senses missed little and the blatant intermingling of Kuchiki and Ichimaru’s scents was intriguing and Ulquiorra filed that little bit of information away for a later time. Once Grimmjow stopped pouting, Ulquiorra knew his lover’s more curious nature would take over and he too would be intrigued by this development.



“We are not those whom you seek.” said Ulquiorra quietly. “We have no desire to prey upon the worthless humans.”



Ichimaru arched a brow and Ulquiorra thought he saw a vein begin to throb in Grim’s forehead. The man knew how to push buttons even when not speaking. It was probably the only way he could amuse himself in his bleak existence as Aizen’s second. Praying that the shinigami would be open to a compromise, Ulquiorra would open his doors to them.



“Come.“ said Ulquiorra and motioned for the shinigami taichoto follow him. That being said, the small Espada turned and began to walk towards the gates followed by a very perturbed blue kitty.



“I’ll deal with you later” murmured Ulquiorra to Grim as they walked towards the gates soon followed by Ichimaru and Kuchiki. It seems that Zaraki had no desire to talk and set about beating on several shinigami.



Grim snarled at the comment but didn’t say anything. Not like Ulquiorra would actually hurt him. Glancing over his shoulder, Grim noticed his former superior seemed lost in thought as they escorted the two taicho through the halls towards the conference room. Grim was curious what could have the grinning shinigami so lost in thought. Ichimaru was usually one to be cruelly aware of his surroundings at all time. Then again, Ichimaru had been required to attend to Aizen-sama privately on more than one occasion. Grim almost pitied the man and was thankful that Aizen’s disgust with his personality had kept the monster at bay.



Before Grim could break the silence with a snide remark that was on the tip of his tongue, a tiny ball of white raced past him and promptly crashed into the pale haired shinigami. Gin looked startled for a moment and his reiatsu leaked from him. Neliel in her child form looked up at the grinning man. Her eyes grew even larger and gear poured off of her in such a wave that Grim could taste it on his tongue. Nel backed up from the two shinigami and lurched into Grim’s arms.



Grim caught the tiny girl and felt her body quivering in fear of one of the most powerful beings beside Ulquiorra. And rightly she should fear him. Even in this moment, Ichimaru was looking at her and scenting her fear. The look in his face raised Grim’s hackles to such a degree that even Ulquiorra stopped and turned back to see what the commotion was about. The smaller Espada placed a hand on his zanpakuto and waited to see if Ichimaru would move to strike.



Green eyes did not miss the shiver that went through Ichimaru as if he had encountered an internal conflict. Even his obvious lover was looking at the man in concern. Seeming to come to grips with his inner demons, Ichimaru’s grinning façade was once again in place. Ulquiorra dropped his hand and slipped it once again into his pocket.



“Shh, Nel, I won’t let him hurt you. Ulquiorra-sama and I are just going to talk with them.” murmured Grim to Nel in a quiet and soothing tone that only she could hear. Her body slowly began to relax. Ichimaru seemed a little surprised at Grim’s caring attitude to someone that was obviously weaker than himself, but then such tenderness had never had a place in Aizen’s army.



“Where’s Itsygo?” asked Nel after she felt more secure in Grim’s comforting arms.



“The substitute shinigami is holding back the influx of Arrancar and Hollow at this moment.” said Kuchiki Byakuya calmly. “Hence, why we are here. To stop it at the core.”



“Tsk…..Come on then.” said Grim as he made his way over to a pair of ornate double doors.



Pushing open the pair of large double doors, the group entered a large room. In the room was a large rectangular table lined on each side with chairs. This was the room where Aizen had held so called strategy meetings and where Ulquiorra and the remaining Espada held their own meetings. It was also the table that Ulquiorra had taken Grim on before he had left in search of Neliel. A light blush dusted his cheeks as he remembered that day.



Gesturing for everyone to take a seat, Ulquiorra began. “After Aizen’s defeat the former Espada split. Those that hungered for blood followed Nnoitra and the rest remained here. Though there are those among us that hunger for the thrill of battle….” Ulquiorra looked pointedly at Grimmjow. Grim looked up and saw the telling look and was extremely annoyed.



“WHAT?” yelled the blue haired man as he actually appeared to pout. ‘Nothing wrong with a good fight.’ he grumbled to himself. He felt the smirks of the two shinigami and it only annoyed him even more. It was obvious to anyone in the room that Ulquiorra had more than a passing affection for the blue haired feline.



Clearing his throat, Ulquiorra continued “To the north at the base of a mountain range is a fortress that Aizen-sama was building. It was nearly complete at his death. Nnoitra took his followers there. Much of the citadel was destroyed by Kurosaki and then by the battles that were fought. Those of us that chose to remain here want only to live quietly. At first Nnoitra was content to focus his attacks on the humans. Lately, his Hollows have been attacking here as well. We wish to aid you in destroying Nnoitra and in return we ask to be left alone by Soul Society. This is a case of the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Ulquiorra finished, his face expressionless.



Grim glanced up sharply at Ulquiorra. There hadn’t been any attacks that he knew of unless the pale man knew something he didn’t. Grim’s eye’s narrowed and he noticed a look from Ulquiorra that said ‘We will discuss this later.’



The two shinigami looked at each other and seemed to be considering the words of Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra wasn’t a fool. He knew this was a risky gamble. They could very well betray them at moment’s notice.



“How do we know we can trust ‘em?” growled Grimmjow, speaking aloud Ulquiorra‘s worries. “That one has betrayed before.”



“If I give my word, my honor would not allow me to go back on it.” answered Byakuya. Grim muttered under his breath but remained silent. Ulquiorra trusted them and he trusted Ulquiorra. Fucking shinigami, the only one of them he would ever trust was Kurosaki Ichigo. He had fought that one and knew the man didn’t have a deceptive bone in his body.



“Give us a few minutes to confer with our officers.” asked Byakuya. Ulquiorra nodding his agreement and stood to escort the two taicho from the room and back to their subordinates.



Ulquiorra was silent as he escorted the two. They were conversing amongst themselves and he was polite enough not to eavesdrop on two. He was prepared to fight though should the need arise. Once the two were outside, Ulquiorra returned to where Grim was still lounged alone in the conference room, his feet propped on the table in a carefree sprawl.



“You could have ruined everything with your petty temper.” said Ulquiorra. To hear him talk you wouldn’t even realize he was fuming. Grim dropped his feet from the table and walked to his lover. Leaning down so he could press his face into the warm neck, Grim ran his hand over the bone half helmet. Ulquiorra closed his eyes at the touch. Even though they had been lovers for several weeks, Grim was still cautious when touching the bone fragment. It was almost as if he was afraid to, as if his touch would be unwelcome.



“I don’t trust them Ulquiorra.” murmured Grim. They will turn on us.”



“You don’t know that, Grimmjow.” answered Ulquiorra, as he too reached up to caress the bone jaw.



“And, what about that comment about Nnoitra attacking us? This is the first I have heard of it.” asked Grim looking up with curious blue eyes.



“Neliel and her fraccion told me that it was obvious that the Hollow that attacked you had been following you for some time. Dondechakka said that its tracks came from the north, near the fortress. They sent it after you. It’s not hard to spot your reiatsu, if you know what to look for.” said Ulquiorra. His voice might sound monotonous but the obvious anger was there all the same.



“They felt my reiatsu when I left the citadel. They knew I was alone.” growled Grim.



“I wouldn’t be surprised if they had been watching and waiting for one of you to leave alone.” said Stark from the doorway. “How goes the negotiations by the way?”



“They are discussing our proposal with the other taicho. I expect an answer soon.” answered Ulquiorra.



“Fuckin’ shinigami.” muttered Grim.



“Be that as it may, Grim, I think this is our best option. I see no problem with you picking off any stragglers that head our way. It might be a fun way for you to spend your day.” offered Stark. Ulquiorra shot him a look that said if Grim gets hurt in any form playing with stragglers, Stark will be the one to pay the price. Stark lifted his hands in surrender and left the room to go seek out his lovely Halibel. She had been hiding from the moment she had felt Ichimaru’s reiatsu.



Ulquiorra reached up a hand and slipped it around Grim’s neck. Pulling the taller man’s face down, he captured the moist lips in a soul stirring kiss. Lips parted and tongues dueled in a dance that both were all too familiar with. Grimmjow’s taste never got old to Ulquiorra. It was spicy and wild. Every time Grimmjow submitted to him completely caused Ulquiorra to feel his stomach bottom out, such was the strength of his desire for the other man. Grimmjow was HIS. He dared anyone to try and take him from his possession. They would know a wrath unlike any other.



Grim broke away, gasping for breath. Ulquiorra didn’t give him a chance to gain his equilibrium and forced him back against the wall. Slipping a leg between Grim’s slightly parted ones, Ulquiorra pressed hard against the growing proof of his lover’s desire.



“Ulquiorra…” panted Grim as Ulquiorra released his lips once again. Not about to allow Grim to gain control over his body, Ulquiorra ground hard with his hips, causing a panting groan to escape Grim’s lips.



The grinding of his pale lover’s hips into his own was causing Grim to lose all cognitive ability. It was all he could do but hold onto his lover for dear life as his world faded away to only one thing…Ulquiorra and what he was doing to his body. Only a short while ago, they had slaked their lust on each other’s body and yet here was Ulquiorra, forcing yet another response from him.



Ulquiorra pulled back and his nimble fingers released the buttons on Grim’s trousers. Kneeling in front of Grim, Ulquiorra pulled the red throbbing erection from Grim’s clothes. Wrapping a hand around the base, Ulquiorra stroked up and down a few times, causing Grim to groan even louder. Grim’s claws were digging into the wall leaving deep furrows in the white stone. Ulquiorra ran his tongue across the tip of the erection catching the dripping beads of pre-cum before sucking the tip between his lips, tasting the heady flavor of his lover.



Grim howled at the feeling of Ulquiorra’s warm lips covering his cock. Looking down and seeing that powerful creature on his knees, his cheeks hollowed out with each suck pushed Grim even closer to the edge. It was such a rush to feel the press of Ulquiorra’s dark reiatsu pushing down on him. Instead of feeling weak or afraid, it instead forced his body to become sensitive to its touch. Ulquiorra was no longer just touching his cock, he was touching his entire body.



Ulquiorra lifted a hand and caught some dribbles of saliva and pre-cum on his fingers. Reaching behind Grim, his slid a finger into the puckered entrance. Grim lifted a hand to muffle the scream that threatened to explode from his lips. Another finger entered and they searched for that special spot that would force Grim to see white. He knew he had found it when Grim’s hips arched and his cock slid deeper into Ulquiorra’s mouth.



Grim panted as the fingers pressed hard on his prostate while lips and tongue teased his cock. Unable to take anymore, Grim attempted to whimper out a warning, but it came out as garbled nonsense. Another hard press and Grim was pushed over the edge and into oblivion.



Ulquiorra felt Grim’s cock jerk and warm semen gushed into his mouth. Taking care to swallow as much as he could, Ulquiorra felt a shiver quake through his own body as Grim’s reiatsu rushed over him forcing him to cum in his pants, something he had never in his existence done.



Grim slid to the floor panting at the pleasure that still rocketed across his nerves. He noticed Ulquiorra shaking; a small amount of Grim’s cum was dribbling down his chin. Grim leaned over and licked the trail, tasting his own salty, bitter essence.



Ulquiorra reached up and brushed his fingers over the bone jaw in wonder. The touch sent another tremor through Grimmjow. His hips arched at the touch and his eyes rolled back into his head at the mini orgasm the touch brought.



“You made me come in my trousers.” whispered Ulquiorra to Grim. The blue haired man shuddered at the velvet tone. He had no doubt in his mind that Ulquiorra could make him cum with that voice should he try. All he could do was purr as he buried his face in Ulquiorra’s neck and run his fingers over the bone fragmented helmet.



“I think we should go see what the shinigami have decided, don’t you?” asked Ulquiorra as he reluctantly stood and adjusted himself, looked down in disgust at the wet stain that had spread across the front of his trousers. Grim whimpered at the loss of Ulquiorra’s warm body, and also stood. Swaying on his feet, Grim grinned wildly at the look Ulquiorra shot his pants.



“I think you had better change clothes first.” purred Grim into Ulquiorra’s ear. The smaller man allowed a shiver course through his body at the words.



Both men freshened up in their room and using their amazing speed, flickered before the gates. The shinigami turned towards them and Ichimaru stepped forward.



“We agree to help you.” said Ichimaru and Kuchiki nodded his agreement.



“Thank you, a vow I made after Aizen-sama’s death prevented me from taking action myself. However, your presence provides a much needed solution.” said Ulquiorra.



“Tomorrow, I will open a Garganta for you to assist in your transportation to the fortress. I suggest you spend this night preparing for battle. Nnoitra will not go down without a fight. If I might ask, how are you going to handle us?” inquired Ulquiorra. Grim snarled but said nothing as he awaited the answer that Ichimaru would give.



“Memory replacement device.” answered Ichimaru with a smug grin. Ulquiorra knew of the devices that the shinigami used to alter the memories of humans when the need arose. That Ichimaru would have such a device and be willing to use it on his own men was a stroke of luck.



A feral grin pulled across Grim’s face. He might not get to participate in the fun part of the battle but any foolish Arrancar to cross his path would suffer for it. It was time to prepare for battle.



Ulquiorra noticed Grim’s glee and smiled a little. Grim’s happiness at being allowed to fight would calm some of his cabin fever that his slow healing had caused. He would always put Grimmjow’s happiness first.



Ichimaru noticed the smile but said nothing. He was thankful that the two had survived and retained the small amount of humanity that he had seen in them. He would do whatever he could to protect them from the Soul Society. They may be a part of his past but they still felt like family. Tomorrow’s battle was as much for them as for the humans.



Grim returned to the citadel to begin his own preparations. Ulquiorra however remained with Ichimaru.



“You love him?” asked Ichimaru.



“What do beasts know of love? I know that I can not live without him. I know that he keeps the monster in me at bay. If that is love, then yes, I love him.” answered Ulquiorra.



“Your control wavers?”



“Only where he is concerned.”



“I knew that I sensed something darker in you. You play a dangerous game allowing that darkness loose.” said Ichimaru.



“Ichimaru-sama, I am in your debt for this but please leave that which does not concern you alone.” said Ulquiorra after they had walked in silence for a few moments.



“Hmph, as you wish. I might collect on that debt one day.” said Ichimaru with his trademark grin.



“I sense the darkness on your soul has eased.” commented Ulquiorra, changing the subject.



“Hmm, perhaps.”



“Do you…’love’ him?” asked Ulquiorra, turning Ichimaru’s own question back on him. Gin chuckled at the question.



“How did you say it? He keeps the monster in me at bay.” grinned Ichimaru. Ulquiorra nodded and bowing slightly, flickered away to attend to his own matters before the next day. There was much to prepare for. Tomorrow would seal the fates of those that had wished harm on that which was his.



TBC~