No Place Like Home

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



AN: Thanks to satterb and Jennifer for the reviews of the last chapter. Starting now in this fic is what happened after Coming Home but before Finding Home. I really didn’t want a 6ish week time skip so this is what I came up with. I doubt you guys will care as long as you get your dose of Ulquiorra/Grim. I suppose you could consider this a fillerish chapter or a new arc in this story. All I know is that this story is going to be very difficult for me to end. In case anyone is interested, I started a Naruto fic on this site in the Naruto yaoi section. It’s a bit of a tear jerker so be warned, but go check it out if you like. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Nineteen



“Yo, Grimmjow.” called Stark from the door of the library. Grim glanced down from his window seat and arched a brow. Usually, Ulquiorra was the only person that knew to find him in the library.



“Some of our long lost sisters have returned.” said Stark.



‘Long lost sisters? What the fuck?’ thought Grim as he jumped from the sill, landing gracefully next to Stark.



“Walk with me and I’ll fill you in.” said Stark as he exited the library with Grim following close behind.



“Well, a short while ago, some girls showed up at the gates. Ulquiorra had them escorted to the conference room where he had proceeded to question them. They are some of Aizen-sama’s earlier experiments. They are definitely Arrancar, but they were discarded by Aizen early on. They haven’t had the training that all of us. They know how to fight due to living in the wilderness. Ulquiorra wants to know their allegiance.” said Stark, pausing to yawn.



“Why haven’t they come sooner?” asked Grim. This whole deal reeked. He wasn’t sure but something didn’t feel right about ‘long lost sisters’.



“How should I know? Ulquiorra-sama sent me to find you. I thought it immensely humorous that he knew exactly where to find you.” said Stark before knocking on the door of the conference room.



Grim pushed it open without waiting to receive acknowledgement and was shocked into utter silence. There was his beloved lip locked with what had to be the most stunning female Grim had ever seen. Her platinum white hair flowed down her back in delicate waves. Her skin was creamy and looked to be completely unblemished. Her clothes were slightly worn but that failed to take away from the obvious breathtaking beauty that straddled his lover’s lap.



“What the fuck?” growled Grim, from the doorway.



The beauty turned and her face was just as beautiful as her profile. Her mask fragment resembled a head band with several strips of bone woven together and dangling on each side of her face, drawing attention to the perfection of it. In that moment, his heart stopped. Grim closed his eyes and flickered away, heading out into the desert.



Ulquiorra looked dispassionately at the girl that had thrown herself on his lap and kissed him the moment a knock sounded on the door. Dumping her unceremoniously on the floor he stood. Looking at him, you would not have known the anger that was beginning to heat his blood. Grimmjow was high strung enough without her throwing herself at him, giving his lover the wrong impression.



“Hey!” she cried as she fell to ground. Ulquiorra turned and looked at Stark.



“Put them somewhere and have Halibel’s fraccion watch them.” he said.



“What don’t you trust me to watch them?” smirked Stark. Ulquiorra didn’t justify the comment with an answer. He simply strode from the room.



“Well little girls, you better hope that Grimmjow can be reasoned with. Your lives are definitely not worth even half of his to Ulquiorra-sama.” purred Stark to the two girls. Both paled at the comment. The brunette helped her ‘sister’ from the ground and both followed Stark from the room.



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Grim snarled as he stormed from the citadel. His speed carried him out of the safety of the white washed walls and into the fickle desert. He was no stranger to the whims of the deserted land the Hollows called home. It was barren and dark. No signs of life other than those that should not be. Hollows were a mistake in nature and yet they balanced out the worlds.



“AHHHHH!” screamed Grim when he had finally stopped running. He had no sense of direction only that he had needed to be away from there. The sight of HIS Ulquiorra being caressed by that stranger sent anger rippling through him. Now the anger was quickly changing to hurt. Ulquiorra had not pushed her away.



‘He would have pushed her away if he hadn’t wanted it, right?’ Grim asked himself as he slumped in the white sand. His fingers dug into the sand, relishing in the grainy feeling sifting through his fingers. It had been so long since he had taken comfort in the freedom of the land outside the walls of the citadel.



Flopping on his back, Grim threw an arm across his eyes and lay on the sand. The wind picked up slightly and caressed his skin. If it wasn’t for his natural hierro, his skin would have been burned by the sandy wind.



‘At least I was replaced by something so beautiful it almost seemed unnatural.’ thought Grim. Tears were beginning to leak from his eyes. Grim clenched his eyes tight in an effort to stave off the tears. He refused to cry. He was Grimmjow Jaggerjaques. He didn’t cry.



A shadow fell across him and he removed his arm to see Ulquiorra standing over him. His beautiful white face was emotionless as always but there was something in his eyes that Grim couldn’t quite place.



“Why did you run?” Ulquiorra asked as he crotched beside Grim. He took note of the glistening eyes that were just at the point of crying. How Grim was holding back the flood, he did not know. Ulquiorra himself was unable to cry. It wasn’t that he was physically unable but to cry was to release a wave of emotions and it was a far too risky thing to chance, especially now when his control was still being rebuilt.



“Why did I run? Why the hell do you think I ran?” yelled Grim as he sat up.



Ulquiorra tilted his head a little and looked at the annoyed face of his lover. Only Grimmjow could go from hurt to angry to annoying so easily. Ulquiorra maintained his emotionless exterior but inside he was fuming. Partially at the female that had forced him into this situation, but mostly at Grimmjow for not seeing it for what it was. He supposed that was what he got for taking such a wild creature as his consort.



“Grimmjow, do you really think that pitiful creature could survive as my mate?” said Ulquiorra.



“Huh?”



“I see. You don’t even realize how dark I really am. Do you not see the demons that haunt my dreams?” asked Ulquiorra as he traced his fingers along the bone jaw. Grim closed his eyes at the touch.



“Can you really not see it when I am pounding into you to the point where pain and pleasure are so entwined that you cant tell one from the other?” he continued as his fingers trailed down the bare chest to dip inside the blackened hole on Grim’s abdomen. He fell back into the sand, his body arching high off the ground at the pleasure of the touch.



“I see. I suppose I will have to show you again.” he said quietly when Grim didn’t answer. Shrugging his long coat from his body, Ulquiorra set it aside and pulled his thin sweater over his head, careful not to catch it on the horn of his partial mask. It too was tossed aside.



Straddling Grim’s waist, Ulquiorra reached down and tweaked one of the pale pink nipples that was standing alert, begging for his attention. This was not a playful teasing of the erect flesh but a painful twisting. Grim cried out at the pleasure and the pain of the touch. His body arched from the sand into the touch.



“Still not enough of proof?” Ulquiorra asked, not really expecting an answer.



Grim lay panting on the sand; his nipples were being painfully twisted until they were red with blood flow. His erection was pressing hard into his pants and from where Ulquiorra sat, there was no way he could miss the presence of the blood filled organ. Yet ignore it he did, continuing to focus on torturing the nipples. Finally, when Grim was about to the point of screaming, Ulquiorra trailed his fingers lower, the nails having sharpened to leave bloody trails in their wake, until he reached the hollow hole. He teased the rim before dipping inside. Grim couldn’t take it anymore and arched high at the touch. His hips began bucking against Ulquiorra and he released his load into his trousers. His body shuddered at the feeling of warmth radiating through him.



Ulquiorra sat quietly on Grim’s lap and watched Grim’s face relax in post orgasmic bliss. His own erection was pressed hard against his stomach but he was content for a moment to watch Grim. When the fog from Grim’s mind began to clear, Ulquiorra reached down and opened the blue hakamaand pulled them from his body.



Ulquiorra couldn’t resist the smirk as he gazed on the quivering flesh. Cupping the limp flesh in his hand, Ulquiorra placed the tip in his mouth and gave a hard suck. Grim arched and screamed. It should have been too soon to become erect again but some how Ulquiorra made it happen. Grim was reduced to a whimpering pile of lust in a matter of moments.



“Please…Ulquiorra.” whimpered Grim.



“And yet…you still believe that I could want that waif-like creature over you.” growled Ulquiorra before giving the now erect cock another hard suck. Grim’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to pant in earnest.



Ulquiorra flipped Grim onto his stomach and drew his hips upward. Spreading his ass, Ulquiorra looked at the small pink pucker. He could see Grim’s muscle’s clenching in need. Sucking his finger, Ulquiorra pushed in the tight hole.



Grim groaned at the sensation. His body was aching to be filled. The only one that could fill him was Ulquiorra. The only one that knew what he needed was Ulquiorra.



Ulquiorra saw how Grim pushed up into the digit. His need and desire was evident. Ulquiorra pulled the finger from his lover and Grim groaned at the loss only cry out at the next sensation.



The pale skinned man leaned down and ran his tongue over the clenching pucker. Grim froze then cried out at the feel. The tongue teased the skin surrounding the hole before pushing inside. The strong muscle thrust in and out of Grim causing even more blood to travel south into the now almost unbearable erection.



“Oh heaven save me!” screamed Grim as he body convulsed again, his cum spattering on the desert sand. His body went limp and Ulquiorra pulled back and sat on his haunches, pulling Grim along until he rested on Ulquiorra’s lap, his head lying on the firm shoulder.



Grim no longer had the power to talk. His body was completely limp. Ulquiorra pulled his own now painfully throbbing erection from his pants and adjusted Grim until the weeping tip was lined up with Grim’s on aching hole. With a powerful thrust, he was fully seated inside. Grim’s back arched and he whimpered at the full feeling. He’d had only the barest amount of stretching and the feeling of Ulquiorra inside of him burned in such a good way that bordered on painful.



Ulquiorra pushed Grim forward until he was once again on his hands and knees, and began a brutal rhythm. Grim screamed and arched into each thrust, his body was once again hard and aching. Each thrust battered his prostate sending the most delightful shivers coursing through his body.



Ulquiorra’s hand reached beneath Grim and grasped his sensitive cock. After two orgasms, Grim’s cock was extremely sensitive. The touch of Ulquiorra’s hand sent another scream echoing through the barren desert. His thumb began to rub the tip, spreading the dripping precum. Grim’s body could take no more of the intense sensations. His back arched and his insides clenched tight their grip on Ulquiorra. Releasing a final hoarse scream Grim came onto the sand before losing consciousness.



Ulquiorra threw his head back and arched into his lover, his own erection spurting heavily into Grim. He felt his lover go limp and followed him down into the sand before pulling out and lying exhausted beside him.



“Now you know why only you can satisfy Me.” panted Ulquiorra against Grim’s damp shoulder. For now it was enough to have his point understood by his lover. This was how he always wanted it to be with Grimmjow. Wild, hot,intense, and satisfying. Perhaps this was love.



TBC~