Finding Home

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



AN: Yakumo I just google romantic or fighting quotes and go from there ^^



Finding Home



"Where there is love there is life."

~Gandhi~



Chapter Twenty



Pale fingers scratched down a tan chest leaving behind slightly raised welts. Lips and tongue traced the newly formed injuries. The man arched his back at the stinging pain and let loose a low moan at the feel of a tongue replacing the fingers. The questing lips found the flat disk of a nipple and began to suck gently while fingers pinched the other. Teeth bit down on the skin of the chest drawing blood and moans from the writhing man.



“Ohh.. .Have mercy Ulquiorra.” moaned Grimmjow as he shivered beneath the other man. Ulquiorra simple stared and continued his ministrations bringing more moans and groans from his lover. If one looked upon the two on the bed, one would think that the sad looking man wasn’t enjoying himself. They would be wrong. If the fine sheen of sweat that covered his body wasn’t enough of proof or the clenching of his teeth on his normally controlled visage, then the rise of the long pale erection from a thatch of black hair would seal the proof. He had spent too long maintaining the emotionless façade to let it drop so easily.



“Only if you beg.” came the reply and Grimmjow let out a mew of need. In the bed and in battle, his feline tendencies seemed most visible. Not that Ulquiorra minded, there was no part of the other man that Ulquiorra didn’t like. And it was very erotic when Grimmjow let his feline side out.





Ulquiorra leaned down and ghosted his lips across the piece of the fragmented bone mask that still clung to Grimmjow’s face. In the wake of Aizen’s demise, the two unlikely allies had become something more. Beautiful green eyes softened as they gazed on the sprawled man. His body was nothing short of perfection in the eyes of Ulquiorra. Broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist and long muscled legs that were neither too muscled nor too thin. A jagged scar across his chest was the only thing that marred his appearance. Hips jerked up impatiently, the straining erection begging for attention.



“Impatient.” said Ulquiorra as he trailed his white hand down the chest to the naval. Small swirls of blue hair decorated the small indention. Teasing a finger in the clinging swirls before dragging it lower to tease around the base of the straining shaft. Grimmjow shifted on the bed, moaning and arching under the touch. Seeking a firmer touch, only to be denied it, Grimmjow growled. Ulquiorra smiled, here in this room with only the two of them present was the only place he would allow his lips to turn from frown to smile. The simple change completely altered his appearance. He no longer looked ever suffering, if anything it made him a very attractive man. Grimmjow cherished every smile that graced the face for they were few and far between.



“Please…. I need you inside me.” groaned the blue haired man. His fingers reached up to caress the bone half helmet that remained on Ulquiorra’s head as a reminder of what they had all been before Aizen had come. Grimmjow knew that Ulquiorra was most sensitive on the skin just beneath the bone. It may not seem like an erotic zone to most people but to an Arrancar the area surrounding the remaining bone of the Hollow mask was extremely sensitive. His fingers ghosted under the edge of the mask causing Ulquiorra’s fingers to clench on Grimmjow’s hips.



The smaller man paused for a moment, then slowly reached towards the table where a bowl of oil was waiting. Dipping his fingers in it, Ulquiorra teased the puckered entrance resulting in a whine from Grimmjow. Grimmjow flexed his hips trying to urge on the other man. Ulquiorra simply continued to torture the other man by teasing the entrance without offering any sort of penetration. Ulquiorra relished in ever whine and moan that escaped the feline man’s lips. Taking pity on the writhing man, Ulquiorra slid a finger past the ring of muscle. Grimmjow gasped with pleasure and Ulquiorra slide in another and began stretching the other man. Despite his physical size, Ulquiorra wasn’t small in his pants and no matter how rough the bedroom games, he never wanted to see Grimmjow’s body torn and bloodied as his had been under Aizen’s care.



Grimmjow arched up sharply and gave a loud moan, drawing Ulquiorra from his memories. He continued to stretch his lover and only stopped when Grimmjow’s whines became desperate.



“Why do you take so long to do that? I can take a little pain.” moaned the blue haired man as he grasped at the Ulquiorra’s hips in an attempt to emphasize his need.



“Because I like to hear you beg.” lied the other man in a monotonous voice. Well it wasn’t actually a lie, he did like hearing Grim beg but he knew he would never be able to live with himself if he hurt the other man. Taking his erection in his hand, Ulquiorra spread the oil liberally on it, clenching his teeth as his hand glided along its length. Ulquiorra grabbed Grimmjow’s legs roughly and pulled me high on his waist. Lining up the erection, he slid it slowly past the ring of muscle. Grimmjow purred as he slid completely in. The clenching of Grimmjow’s inner muscles nearly undoing the stoic man. How did he remain so tight after so long?



“For the love of the gods, move.” growled Grimmjow. Ulquiorra didn’t need to be told again, drawing back his hips he withdrew only to piston back inside the warmth. Grimmjow let out a loud yell when Ulquiorra rammed up against his prostate. Reaching between them, Grim grabbed his throbbing erection and pumped in time with Ulquiorra’s thrusts. With his free hand, Grim reached up and dragged his sharp almost claw like nails down Ulquiorra’s chest drawing blood and causing the other man to pound even harder. The pressure was building for both of them. Grim clenched his eyes shut as sparks began to go off throughout his body.



“Open your eyes.” ordered Ulquiorra through clenched teeth. To the white man there was nothing more erotic that to look into Grim’s eyes as he came. Ocean blue eyes widened as hands grabbed his hair and pulled it back harshly, baring his throat. Teeth bit deep drawing blood and successfully marking the other man. That was all it took to send Grim over the edge. Nearly screaming as he came, white cum spurting across his stomach. Ulquiorra gasped and shuddered, collapsing across the other man’s chest. Breath coming in pants Grim let a smug grin cross his face. Reversing the positions, he pushed Ulquiorra onto his back then proceeded to lick all of the blood from his chest.



“That was pretty rough. Its been a while since you let go like that.” grinned Grim as he pulled other man against him. Ulquiorra didn’t say anything he knew the man was trying to goad him into responding. He had gotten better but it was still difficult to express or explain his feelings. For so long he had been locked down tight. Grim shook his head and lay down on the white chest, his fingers teasing around the Hollow hole in the middle of Ulquiorra’s sternum. The stoic man grabbed the hand and brought it too his lips. Grim began to purr. It seemed odd the first time Ulquiorra had heard the rumbling sound coming from the man. They had never had any reason to be happy before Aizen had died, they were simply weapons. Toys to be used and broken as Aizen-sama saw fit. Purring was a sign of contentment and none of them had ever known that before Aizen’s death. Closing his eyes he began to doze to the sound and feel of Grim‘s purrs.



“Ulquiorra-sama? Grimmjow-sama?” A loud banging on the door to their small series of apartments caused Grim to growl low in his throat. Lunging out of bed, strode naked to the door. The former Espada was about to kill whomever it was that was interrupting his time with Ulquiorra. With all the hassle weeding out the more deadly Hollows, time alone together had been rare. Social creature that he is, Grim had been in sore need of this night and no one was going to ruin it. Nearly ripping the door from it’s hinges, Grim growled at the poor quaking Arrancar that stood in the doorway. About to pounce, a firm hand on his neck stopped him. Ulquiorra had learned early on in their relationship that if he wanted to reel Grim in all he had to do was grip his neck. Grim viewed him as his alpha and as such would bow to his wishes. He may not like it but he would obey.



“What is it?” asked Ulquiorra to the small female, her mask a series of spikes around her neck that looked almost like a collar. The female bowed low.



“Pesche and Dondochakka have returned and have brought an injured shinigami.” she said. A growl rumbled from Grim’s chest. Storming back into their rooms, he began to dress having long since abandoned the white uniform of the Espada for more colorful clothes. Baggy pants the same color as his hair and black cut off jacket. He noticed that Ulquiorra had dressed as well in simple grey slacks and a green shirt. Both made their way out of the room and followed the female Espada towards the infirmary.



“Why the fuck did they bring him here? What? We gonna treat his wounds then kill him?” yelled Grim as his eyes narrowed. Ulquiorra ignored the outburst and walked into the sterile room. His eyes widened. He knew that shinigami. Lying on the bed was Abarai Renji. The red hair and black tattoos a dead give away. What the hell was he doing in Hueco Mundo. Green eyes scanned his body and took note of the large wounds that covered his body. He had obviously barely survived the encounter.



“We wont let ya hurt Renji-kun, don’cha know.” said the ridiculous looking Hollow with a large comedic mask. He looked more fitting for a clown than a Arrancar. After Nel had been defeated by Nnoitra, Pesche and Dondochakka had taken up different masks and spent their lives in protecting her in her childlike form. Her safety had always been their top priority. Also they had kept her true identity from her in order to protect her. Only a chance meeting of Ichigo, Renji, Ishida, and Rukia had set in motion events that had resulted in her return to the citadel.



“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to, you fucking clown?” yelled Grim at Dondochakka, taking a swing with his claws at the Hollow.



“Why are you doing this? I am just helping a friend don’cha know.” yelled Dondochakka just as loudly, tears pouring from his eyes. He really was a ridiculous sight.



“Be quiet, both of you.” said Ulquiorra as he took a step towards the unconscious man. “Where did you find him?” the question was directed at Peche.



“In the region you had us scouting because of increased Hollow activity.” answered Peche. Ulquiorra’s eyes narrowed he was about to speak when Nel rushed into the room. Her tiny body lunged at Grimmjow, finding a comfortable spot in his arms. He might not show it but the feline Arrancar was fond of the girl and considered her like a kitten. It was rare that Nel was seen in her full grown Arrancar form. It took a lot of effort to maintain and left her nearly incapacitated afterwards. Her eyes lighted on the injured man. Jumping from Grim, she landed on the redhead.



“Poor Wenji. I’ll help” And proceeded or vomit on him. It looked like saliva but came from a special pouch in her stomach. The healing aspects of it were very strong.



“What the fuck are you doing, kitten?” asked Grim.



“I’m helping Wenji. He helped us so I’m helping him.” said the small girl and continued to coat all of Renji’s wounds in the goo.



“Why the fuck does everyone just do what they want around here?” yelled Grim before storming out of the infirmary muttering about fucking shinigami the whole time. Ulquiorra watched his lover leave but remained behind his eyes locked on the wounded man. There was no plausible reason for him to be here. Ichimaru-sama had made certain that there would be no need for Soul Society to infiltrate Hueco Mundo again. Why was he here and in found in a hot zone for Hollow? Renji’s moans brought Ulquiorra out of his thoughts. Walking beside the bed he looked down on the wounded man with an emotionless expression.



“Why have you come here, Abarai Renji?” asked Ulquiorra as Renji opened his eyes and tried to focus on the voice. He was in a lot of pain and was at the edge of falling once again back into the welcoming darkness.



“Tear…in the dimensions.” whispered Renji through dry cracked lips. Peche brought a glass of water and gently lifted Renji’s head to drink. After he had quenched his thirst, Renji focused his eyes on the former fourth Espada.



“We had to seal it…on both sides…of the rift. I was attacked… and couldn’t get back through.” said Renji in halting speech. His face was pale with combined pain and blood loss. Renji’s eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness once again. If Pesche and Dondochakka had been a few minutes later he wouldn’t even be alive. Ulquiorra contemplated what the injured man had said. It would explain his presence but as willing as he was for peace he didn’t fully trust Soul Society. This could also mean that Soul Society would come looking for him. It would be catastrophic if they were found.



“Make sure he heals and send for me the moment he’s conscious enough to actually talk.” Turning, Ulquiorra walked out of the infirmary and went in search of Grimmjow. The blue haired spitfire respected only one shinigami otherwise he was in favor of killing them all. He would need calming down. A small smile graced his face. He did so enjoy calming down Grim.



TBC



AN: There you guys go a little lemon. I originally hadn’t intended it to be Ulq/Grim but…. My storyline changed a little so I through it in there. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Until next time.