No Place Like Home

Warning this is Yaoi which means boy x boy so if you don’t like don’t read.



AN: Thank you to satterb, Jennifer and FieldsofHeather for the reviews. I really hope I can do justice to these two. Jennifer you are the reason these two are still alive and not dead in Coming Home so I hope I don’t disappoint. I don’t know if this one will be better than finding home b/c I think that one came out wonderful, but we will see. Also for those that did not read coming home or finding home, the fate of the various Arrancar is different from the manga/anime seeing as I started writing my first story before I had seen the second half of the Hueco Mundo arc. So yes I do know that its different and its on purpose so if something isn’t canon trust me I know hehe. Also direct any questions you have to either my email or in the review section and I will attempt to answer them. Enjoy this Chapter.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Two



Ulquiorra struggled to his feet a few hours after Grimmjow left him alone in the infirmary. Against Szayel’s advice, he staggered out of the medical wing towards the kitchen to pick up the food for the young human experiencing Aizen-sama’s ‘hospitality’. He knew that if he didn’t bring her food no one else would. Though, he doubted she would care one way or another. Ulquiorra was nearly forced to spoon feed her in order for her to eat anything. After experiencing Aizen-sama in a good mood last night, Ulquiorra definitely didn’t want to bare the brunt of his wrath should the valuable human get sick from lack of food.



Limping as he pushed the cart towards the wing of rooms that all stood empty save for one. Bringing out the key, Ulquiorra pushed open the white door. Pushing the cart inside, Ulquiorra noticed the girl sitting listlessly on the edge of the white sofa. The white Arrancar uniform that Aizen-sama required her to wear didn’t suit her. It was almost as if, and Ulquiorra couldn’t figure out why, she should be wearing bright colors. Ulquiorra shook his head and shut the door behind him. The girl brightened slightly at his appearance. He supposed that being locked up in this colorless room awaiting Aizen-sama’s desire would cause anyone to long for the presence of another, even the enemy.



“I have your breakfast, Inoue-san.” said Ulquiorra, his face expressionless. The girl stood up and made her way to the small table on which Ulquiorra had set out the food. Orihime settled herself and waited for Ulquiorra to sit before she began. Ulquiorra winced slightly as he sat down, pain shooting up his back. He wished he had simply left her the food but he knew she enjoyed just the presence of another person. She looked up with confusion in her eyes.



“Are you hurt, Ulquiorra-san?” asked Orihime. Ulquiorra remained silent and gestured for her to begin eating.



He had taken to watching her eat as a way of ensuring that she received sustenance. Ulquiorra couldn’t understand how the girl could stand his presence. He himself had forced her acquiesce in joining Aizen-sama. Even though he was the one that had forced her hand, she appeared to bare him no ill will. In fact, she seemed to prefer his company over many of the others. Although he had only obeyed the will of Aizen, he had always felt slightly ashamed of how he forced the girl to come to Hueco Mundo. Ulquiorra pushed those thoughts aside. It didn’t matter why or how she was here, she belonged to Aizen-sama now as much as he himself did.



When Orihime finished her food, Ulquiorra began to stand but a gentle hand on his arm stopped him. Two of the petals on her flower hair clips flew off and he felt his body engulfed in a warm tingling feeling. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. It was very unusual to surprise Ulquiorra and even rarer that his face would show said surprise. Orihime’s eyes widened then began to tear up slightly as she discovered the area in which his injuries were located. As if by magic, he felt his torn and bruised body begin to heal. After a few minutes, the light and warmth fade, leaving Ulquiorra fully healed as if the attack had never happened.



“Why did you do that?” asked Ulquiorra, his deep green eyes staring deep into those of Orihime.



“Because you were hurt and you are always nice to me. I don’t like to see people hurt even if they are misguided.” answered Orihime honestly. Ulquiorra may be the servant of Aizen but he took care of her and made sure none of the other Arrancar messed with her. For that she was grateful. Although, most of the Arrancar ignored her presence when she was allowed out of the room, a few of them, Nnoitra in particular, had sent looks her way that had made her blood freeze. Ulquiorra’s presence was the wall that kept the wolves at bay.



“You forget, I am the enemy and should Aizen-sama tell me to slit your throat I will do so with haste. I would advise you to remember that.” said Ulquiorra, his face unchanging. Tears formed in her eyes at his words telling Ulquiorra that they had been effective. That being said, Ulquiorra placed the dirty dishes on the cart and pushed it from the room, locking the door behind him. He knew his words were untrue, but better to say them and make her fear him. Fear gave people strength and he knew that in this land, only the strong survive.



After returning the cart to the kitchen, Ulquiorra walked slowly to the library. It was his one place of refuge. Even Aizen-sama rarely entered the massive room. Books and scrolls from both Soul Society and the Living World were housed here and from the very beginning of his existence as an Arrancar, Ulquiorra had loved this room. Another reason he frequented the room was due to the fact that Grimmjow tended to nap in one of the huge windows. The feline Espada intrigued him though he would never tell the loudmouth that. Gods forbid he let it go to his head. Unlike the other Espada, Grimmjow maintained a wildness that drew Ulquiorra. They were like water and oil and yet Ulquiorra could not help but feel a twinge of longing in his soul for the blue haired cat. Pulling a book from the shelf, Ulquiorra sat down to begin reading when a pulse of reiatsu tingled along his nerve endings. It was faint, almost unperceivable but it was there and it did not belong to Espada or the three former shinigami that resided here. Ulquiorra stood immediately and began striding towards the throne room. He was sure Aizen-sama would be requesting his presence.



Upon entering the throne room, Ulquiorra was surprised to find more than one Espada present. In fact, nearly all of them had sensed the pulse and gathered to await Aizen-sama’s orders. Grimmjow, however, was not among them.



“It seems Soul Society has sent a some guests to take Orihime-chan from me. I never give back what’s mine. Ulquiorra!” Aizen snapped towards the pale man. Ulquiorra stepped forward and bowed. “Take care of it however you see fit.” With those words Aizen stormed out of the room, followed closely by a grinning Gin. Ulquiorra wasn’t sure but Ichimaru-sama’s smile seemed quite a bit larger upon hearing Aizen’s statement. Ulquiorra filed away that thought for later. Ulquiorra scanned the room. There was no point in sending Espada. It would be overkill.



“Send the Privaron Espada to clean up this mess.” said Ulquiorra to a low ranking Arrancar before turning and leaving the room. Making his way back towards Orihime’s room, he paused when he felt a familiar reiatsu. Without turning, Ulquiorra stands patiently waiting for him to speak.



“You are healed.” Grim commented to Ulquiorra.



“Inoue-san healed me.” answered Ulquiorra of the unasked question.



“Hn, whatever caused that little twit to heal you?” said Grim with a snarl. Stalking up to stand directly behind Ulquiorra, Grim hunched over so that his lips were just on the outside of Ulquiorra’s ear. “Are you fucking her?” asked Grim with a sneer. Ulquiorra fought to suppress the shiver that threatened to coarse over his body at the touch of Grimmjow’s breath on his skin. Turning to face the other man, Ulquiorra looked into piercing blue eyes.



“And if I was?” asked Ulquiorra, no emotions visible on neither his nor in his voice. Grim growled in his throat and stormed away, leaving Ulquiorra to wonder at this side of Grimmjow.



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Grim stormed through the citadel picking a fight with anyone that got in his way. Why should he care if Ulquiorra was fucking that pitiful excuse for a woman. Not like he himself was celibate. Hell, it was in his own nature to have sex regularly. Ulquiorra was different though. He never showed an interest in anyone. He acted almost like a robot and yet last night, seeing him lying on the bed in the infirmary, something had broken in Grim.



Grim’s feet took him once more to the ramparts. Grim settled himself into a favorite perch. Being cooped up inside always made Grim antsy. He followed his baser instincts and as such tended to not do well in tight spaces. Leaning against the wall, Grim allowed his mind to wander as the breeze ruffled through his blue hair. His thoughts drifted to Ulquiorra. It seems they had been doing that a lot recently. He thought back to the way how Ulquiorra’s skin had looked when Aizen had ripped open his jacket. It was pure white. Unmarked by a single blemish. This muscles taunt and slender like that of a runner. Even his nipples were the same pristine white. The only color on his entire body was his black hair, his beautiful green eyes, the green tear like stripes on his face, and the number four tattooed on his chest.



Grim felt heat begin to pool in his loins at the thought of what Ulquiorra would look like curled against him. The white skin contrasting against his own darker tone. That thought alone caused what was just minor arousal to erupt into a full blown erection. Grim shifted in an attempt to make himself more comfortable. Growling in frustration as the mental image of Ulquiorra naked and pressed against him was stuck in his mind. Taking a few breathes in an attempt to calm the pounding in his blood.



“Fuck” he muttered to himself. There was only one way to get rid of this problem since it wasn’t going away by willpower alone. Trailing his fingers down his chest, Grim teased them across his small pink nipples. Teasing and pinching them, all the while imagining it was pale white fingers. Panting slightly, Grim trailed his fingers farther south circling them around the Hollow hole in his abdomen. He felt his hips arch at the touch. He had long ago discovered that his Hollow hole was extremely sensitive to the touch when aroused. So much so that the right touches could send him into orgasm.



Keeping his touch light so not to send himself over the edge too quickly, Grim circled the hole once more before inching beneath the waist of his loose pants. At the first touch of his fingers on his erection, Grim shuddered. In his mind, Ulquiorra was kneeling on top of him, his fingers teasing his erection and his tongue circling his Hollow hole. His hand gripping Grim’s erections and pumping with slow movements. Grim bit his lip as the fantasy seemed to take on a life of its own. He tasted blood but didn’t care, if anything it pushed him closer to the edge.



Panting heavily now, Grim gripped his erection hard, running his thumb across the tip spreading the pre-cum and causing even more to drip from the tip. Growling, Grim fisted his cock with one hand while the other dipped low to squeeze his balls. Releasing his balls and bringing a finger to his mouth and Grim sucked hard. Grim now covered in a sheen of sweat and panting as if he was running a race, pushed a finger passed the tight ring of muscle in his anus. His back arched and his balls exploded.



“FUCK!” he yelled as he came hard in his pants. Collapsing against the stone wall, Grim lay there panting his body didn’t seem to want to stop shuddering. That was the hardest orgasm he’d had in a very long time. Closing his eyes, he groaned. What kind of depraved animal was he to fantasize about a person the day after they were raped brutally? Grim wiped his hands on his pants with a disgusted look.



Climbing to his feet, Grim trotted towards his room. He was desperately in need of a shower when a pulse of reiatsu nearly knocked him off his feet. ‘What the fuck!?’ Grim thought to himself. He knew that reiatsu. Hell, there was not way he could forget the reiatsu of Kurosaki Ichigo. What the fuck was it doing in Hueco Mundo. Grin pulling across his face, Grimmjow nearly jumped excitedly in the air. Hell, fuck him going to the Living World to play with the little shinigami when the little shit would come straight to him.



Rushing inside, Grim ran into the object of his fantasy. Jumping back as if he had been burned, Grim turned to scowl at the smaller man.



“Watch where the fuck you are going.” yelled Grim at the impassive man. Ulquiorra simple arched a brow and stepped past Grim. “I could say the same about you.” he countered. Grim was in too good a mood for it to be ruined now. Now he would get a chance to battle the little firebrand Ichigo.



“Why are you so happy?” asked Ulquiorra, upon noticing Grim’s grin. The man’s grin widened.



“I sense that little shinigami I fought with in the Living World. I am going to go have some fun with him.” said Grim, his excitement boiling over.



“Don’t bother too get excited. I sent the Privaron Espada to take them out.” said Ulquiorra, slightly disappointed to be ruining Grimmjow’s fun. He was really excited.



“WHAT!?” yelled Grim, his anger bubbling. Reaching out with a claw, Grim took a swing at Ulquiorra, only to have him move at an unfathomable speed, avoiding the attack. Grim charged again, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. Ulquiorra simply avoided the attack again, however, this time he moved behind Grim grasping both arms tightly behind his back. The position forced Grim to arch his back. The position put Ulquiorra’s lips near Grim’s ear. Grim growled low in his throat and though he struggled, he was unable to break the hold. After a few moments he calmed down and realized the position he was in. Ulquiorra’s breath was ruffling the hair around his ear and teasing his skin. Grim went stark still, not moving a muscle.



Ulquiorra himself was not unaffected by the position he found himself in. Grim was arched against him, his hands bound behind his back and he looked utterly erotic. His cheeks had a slight flush and his skin was had a sheen of sweat on it. He was so close he could smell the scent of Grim’s shampoo. Heat trickled down his spine and headed south. Ulquiorra dropped Grim’s arms like they were hot potatoes and turned on his heel, getting as far away from the other man as he possibly could. This time Grim was the one left staring at the back of the retreating Espada.



TBC