No Place Like Home

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



AN: Well I’m back. Been a little bit since I updated this story. I finished up my loose ends with Different perspectives and now I’m back to just having two on going fics. Thanks for those of you that waited patiently for the updates. Thanks to Bluesake, satterb, Jennifer, Affie and Rysha for the reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Twenty-one.



Grim was practically quivering with excitement. Ulquiorra nearly rolled his eyes at the flaring reiatsu. Ever since they had left Halibel and Stark, Grimmjow had been nearly bursting at the seams with excitement. The blue haired man always loved a fight and this promised to be a satisfying one.



The problem with the less evolved hollow was that they followed a leader. Many lacked the cognitive abilities to do much more than survive as wild animals. For that reason, lesser hollows tended to group together in hives, often controlled by a more evolved hollow. The larger the hive, the more powerful the hollow that ruled it was the general rule of thumb. Occasionally, hollows would join together in small hunting groups, such as in the case of Grimmjow and his original fraccion.



Now Ulquiorra would be bringing all those small groups and hives under his control. The hive masters were not likely to take kindly to this, hence, the need to prepare for war. It was a necessary evil. They could no longer be allowed to self rule. They would only bring the shinigami down on them even more harshly.



“Grimmjow, calm down.” said Ulquiorra as they walked down the corridor.



“Calm down? Why the fuck would I need to calm down? Its time for some fun to start.” growled Grim.



Ulquiorra ignored him and continued down the hall, his hands hidden in the pockets of his pants. The feel of Grimmjow’s bloodlust was beating hard at his control. He felt his insides clench at the thought of unleashing his power on all those that opposed him. His fists clenched tight.



“Grimmjow…Your bloodlust is wearing thin my control.” said Ulquiorra in an attempt to make his fight hungry lover understand.



“Huh?” asked Grim, confused at the strained sound of Ulquiorra’s voice.



“I want you by my side, but you must control yourself, at least for a while. My control hasn’t been at its strongest lately.



Ulquiorra turned to face his blue eyed lover. His normally green eyes had now bled to red. They sparkled with lust and death. These were not the eyes that he had grown to cherish. These were the eyes of a blood thirsty killer. The control, Ulquiorra prized more than anything, was thread bare. Grimmjow froze. He knew the look in those eyes. He had seen it once before.



Before he had joined with those that would one day be his fraccion, Grimmjow had traveled the realm of Hueco Mundo alone, a lone hunter in search of his prey having taken refuge in a series of caves. The tinge of blood and death in the air drew him from his hiding place to what remained of an entire hive.



The smell of death in the air was barely noticeable over the weight of the reiatsu that brought everything to its knees. Grimmjow, hiding behind a small rock, watched in something akin to fear, as a Vasto Lorde destroyed everything in sight. The flaring red eyes were something that had haunted his dreams for much longer than he cared to admit to.



The Vasto Lorde had sensed him, had turned those piercing red eyes towards him to stare directly into his soul. Grimmjow had seen his death in those eyes and yet…the Lorde had turned and walked away, leaving Grimmjow to lay quivering on the desert sand. Why had he allowed him to live? What had he seen in Grimmjow that had caused him to grant a small boon of mercy?



Grim would never know the reason that the Vasto Lorde allowed him to live, but live he did. Grim from that day forth had searched for the power that would make him an equal to the creature that had stood before him.



Stepping forward, Grim cupped the pale emotionless face in his palms, tilting it to gaze in crimson orbs. For the longest time, Grim stared. His fingers began to trace the smooth skin, feeling the play of skin over delicate muscle.



“This isn’t who you are.” said Grim.



Ulquiorra stood in shock. Grim was bringing him down. He was fighting him or fucking him and yet he could feel his grasp on control become firmer. He felt the bloodlust drain from him as effectively as it had entered.



Grim watched as the red eyes faded to the beautiful emerald that he had come to love. His heart slowed its pounding beat and resumed a more natural rhythm. Eyes blinked up at him in surprise. Such a rare treat to be allowed to see emotion flowing freely from his lover. Though Ulquiorra was a bit more open when they were alone, his lover still tended to keep his emotions on an iron tight grip. To see this show of emotion was beautiful.



“Grimmjow…”



“There, that’s who you are.” grinned Grim as the last of the red faded from the green, leaving pure crystalline emerald.



“You are an idiot.” said Ulquiorra.



“Hmph, no respect.” growled Grim.



Ulquiorra raised a brow but said nothing as he continued down the hall, grim trailing happily behind him. Entering the last room at the end of an endless corridor of white, Ulquiorra came to a large computer room. Once manned by Szayel, the large computer kept records of all hollow hives as well as data on those in power. One of the minor Arrancar that showed knowledge in such areas was assigned to collect and organize the data.



“Have you completed the data collection, Belal?” asked Ulquiorra upon entering the room.



“Yes, Ulquiorra-sama.” answered Belal.



“I want you to send a team of our strongest Arrancar to each of the hives. If they refuse to comply with the list of rules regarding entrance into the Living World, have them return here and we will proceed to remove those in power from their positions.” said Ulquiorra.



“As you order, Ulquiorra-sama.”



“What? You just gonna let other Arrancar have all the fun?” asked Grim, a vein in his brow popping out.



“No, I am letting them do the grunt work. If the hive masters bow to my control, then there will be no need to fight. However I highly doubt any of them would willingly give up their ultimate control.” said Ulquiorra.



“And that’s where the fun starts?”



“Yes.”



“I still don’t like waiting.” pouted Grim.



“This I know.” sighed Ulquiorra.



“What’s that supposed to mean?” growled Grim.



“Exactly what you think it means. You have no sense of patience. You barrel in without any thought. There is a time and a place for fighting; you on the other hand need to learn some tact.”



Grim snorted. Tact, who needed tact? Grim felt his way of doing things was perfectly fine. He was strong enough to handle himself.



“Need I remind you that you nearly died recently due to your fight now, ask questions later philosophy.” said Ulquiorra.



“Just a little bad luck.“ Grim crossed his arms across his chest.



“Just the same as your battle with that shinigami.”



A dark cloud descended over Grimmjow. He was visibly pouting at this point, his right eye was twitching and Ulquiorra was certain that if he had been in his released form; his tail would have been twitching in sync with his eye. He looked adorable.



“You made your point.” growled Grim.



“Stark asked me what I saw in you. Seems you are not the best choice of mate for me according to several of the others.” said Ulquiorra.



Grim froze. What was he saying? Was he dropping a hint? What was all that shit he had said in the desert? Was he letting him go?



“Do you agree with Stark?” asked Grim, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.



“Not in the slightest. I told Stark that I like you just as you are. I need your outgoing personality to stabilize myself. I need control but in keeping such control I lose a little of myself. You negate some of that.” said Ulquiorra.



“So what does that mean?” asked Grim.



“It means I will never let you go. I will destroy anyone or anything that seeks to take you from me. That is what it means.” stated Ulquiorra.



“I hope you save some of them for me. Would get kinda boring watching you have all the fun.” retorted Grim.



A snort escaped from Ulquiorra and he stopped walking. Grim stopped and looked curiously at the pale man. The muscles in his face were jumping as if he was struggling to control them. Grim grinned. That was enough. Looks like Ulquiorra could almost laugh at a joke. Ulquiorra appeared to gain control and glanced over at Grimmjow.



“You did that on purpose.” said Ulquiorra.



“Did what?”



“That comment.”



“I did?”



Ulquiorra sighed. He was developing a headache just from the conversation. Grim just grinned and pulled a pale hand from a trouser pocket. Linking his fingers with Ulquiorra, Grim pulled his lover down the hall. Ulquiorra allowed the other man to take control.



Grim stopped after a few feet, unable to wait to taste the pale lips that called to him. Ulquiorra was surprisingly docile. In recent sessions, Ulquiorra completely controlled the actions. From rough to gentle, Ulquiorra was always in charge. Not now however. He surrendered his control to Grim. He couldn’t say the words but he could show them through his actions.



Grim pressed Ulquiorra against the white washed wall of the corridor and covered the pale lips of his lover with his own. Lips clashed together in a fierce battle, tongues dueled and lips slid slickly across each other. Grim ended the kiss and slid his lips across the delicate white jaw, down the long slender neck, to bite and suck at the junction between neck and shoulder.



Ulquiorra grappled frantically for something to support himself with. The wall provided nothing. Nails extended into claws that sunk deep into the wall. Arching his neck to provide better access for his lover, Grim gripped the wall in order to allow his lover control.



Grim’s fingers, left Ulquiorra’s waist and traveled south, skating over smooth muscle through the material of Ulquiorra’s clothes until they reached the belted waist of his loose hakama. Loosening the ties, Grim pushed the pants over lean hips. Ulquiorra gasped as the hands brushed his aching erection. Grim grinned.



“You know, I have always wanted you at my mercy. But I never seem to be able to think when you start to touch me.” grinned Grim.



“Is that so?” gasped Ulquiorra.



“Yep, but now I have you at my mercy, don’t I?” grinned Grim, nipping at Ulquiorra’s neck.



“Yes.” Ulquiorra was past caring that they were in the hallway or that anyone could come by at any moment and see them. He simply stood there and allowed Grimmjow any liberty that he wished to take. This was Grimmjow’s show.



Grim unzipped Ulquiorra’s shirt to reveal his hollow. Leaning down, he nipped at the dark circle, licking and nipping around the entire circumference. Ulquiorra gasped at the touch. He had never had his hollow stimulated in such a way before. Each lick and nip sent a jolt straight to his loins. He felt so close to the edge just from that stimulation. Reaching down he grasped his cock only to have Grim push his hands away, leaving him bereft of touch.



“Grimmjow…” growled Ulquiorra.



“Hush, this is my show.” purred Grim.



“…”



“I’m going to make you scream.” said Grim.



“No.” answered Ulquiorra. Grim just smirked and turned his attention to other things.



Grim lowered himself to his knees before his lover. Dipping his tongue in the small indention at his navel, Grim nipped at the edges before going lower. He nuzzled the black hair that carried the natural musk scent of Ulquiorra, purposely ignoring the darkened shaft nearby. Grim sucked on the drawn up sack, smirking when he heard the cracking of the wall Ulquiorra leaned against. Only when Ulquiorra released an auditable moan, did Grim take the tip of the dripping shaft in his mouth.



“I knew I could get a sound out of you. But you still haven’t screamed.” said Grim before he took the tip in his mouth.



Sucking lightly on the tip, Grim allowed his fangs to graze the edges of the swollen head. Ulquiorra released a gasping breath. Grim slid the tip from his mouth and proceeded to nip, suck and lick down the underside of shaft before once again focusing his attention on the sack that hung below.



Ulquiorra was nearly senseless at this point. He wanted to grasp Grimmjow’s head and push it back to where he wanted it the most. At the same time he was afraid to release the wall. If he released that small grasp on his sanity, he would likely take control of the entire encounter, robbing Grim of his power. Ulquiorra would give Grim this, even if it killed him. Which in this case, was looking to be a distinct possibility?



“Please.” whispered Ulquiorra.



Grim smirked and engulfed the entire shaft in his mouth, effectively deep throating the entire length. Ulquiorra’s back arched and he bit his lip so hard that blood began to drip down his chin. He wouldn’t scream. He wouldn’t scream was a mantra he chanted in his head.



Grim glanced up at Ulquiorra and seeing the blood dripping from his lips, sent a jolt of lust through him. Lengthing his fangs, Grim began to suck hard on the tip, his fangs giving the faintest of nicks, just enough to bring a few beads of blood to the surface. The pain coupled with the suction sent Ulquiorra over the edge. His body arched off the wall and a scream echoed through the empty corridors.



The taste of blood mixed with cum was addicting to Grim, he swallowed as much as he could as Ulquiorra erupted in his mouth. Grim leaned back, his tongue dipping out to lick the slight bit of white that dribbled down his lips. Ulquiorra’s eyes flashed emerald flame at the sight.



“You taste good, Ulquiorra.” purred Grim, his eyes hooded.



A growl rumbled from Ulquiorra’s chest and he reached down to grab the feline Arrancar, pausing only to adjust his hakama. Taking Grim by the hand, Ulquiorra directed them to their rooms. Shutting the door behind them with a heavy slam, Ulquiorra heard the wooden frame to split.



“Now you are mine.” growled Ulquiorra.



Grim grinned like a contented cat. He was certainly willing to belong only to Ulquiorra. He had a feeling that tonight would definitely be a night for the record books. Planning war could wait, this was more important.



TBC~