No Place Like Home

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



AN: Thank you satterb for the review. Christmas is bah humbug. I have been having to spend a lot of time shopping or driving my mom shopping. I was so tired I could only finish up my chapter in my other story. So a little late but here is the next chapter in no place like home. I know I changed a lot of the main arc but this is the way I wanted to write it. I hate constantly having to run to wiki to get the names of all the various Espada and Arrancar so I am avoiding bringing in the random minor characters for the sake of my sanity. I also hate having to keep searching for how events happened so im going to write it the way I want to. Enjoy my little universe in Bleach.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Three



Grimmjow paced his room. It had been five hours since his encounter with Ulquiorra and still his anger ran hot. His anger over Ulquiorra’s words causing a fire to burn in his mind. Did the fourth Espada really think those fuck ups would stop those shinigami. Grim couldn’t speak for the companions of Kurosaki but he knew from experience that the orange haired shinigami’s strength was nothing to be laughed at. Fuck, the boy’s strength was near equal to his own. The only thing that bothered him was that by the time Kurosaki reached him, his body would be so worn out he wouldn’t be any fun to fight.



“FUCKING ULQUIORRA!” yelled Grim before punching yet another hole in the wall. Collapsing on the floor against the wall, Grim sat in silence. His lower lip jutted out in a pout that seemed so out of place on his normally arrogant face. To think that Ulquiorra had taken this from him. He ran his hand over the scar that slashed across his chest. He supposed he was a little intrigued since the boy could injury him. He really didn’t hate the shinigami boy since he brought such intriguing excitement to the fight. He was always evolving and changing. His fighting style altering and compounding on itself. Curiosity about the boy pulled at Grim and after all he was mainly cat. Choosing to ignore the old saying ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’.



“Satisfaction brought him back.” Grim said out loud as he laughed to himself as his thoughts drifted once more to Ulquiorra.



‘Ulquiorra fucks that human and then goes and takes away all my fun.’ groused Grim to himself. Grim wasn’t sure which he was more irate over the fact that Ulquiorra fucked the human or the fact that he sent others to kill Kurosaki. Tilting his head as he felt the reiatsu of Kurosaki flair slightly. Brow arched, Grim focused himself on that pulse of reiatsu. A grin pulled across his face and he slapped his knee in amusement.



“Hahahahaha, Ulquiorra, it appears my boy has made his way past your little welcoming.” Grim laughed as he pulled himself to his feet and moved to the bed. Lying down he ran through his head the various scenarios. Now that he knew that Kurosaki would be arriving soon, Grim had to figure out a way for him to recoup his energy. It would be no fun fighting him at half energy. The twit! Grim shot to his feet and exited his own rooms. Moving silently through the huge white corridors towards the girls room, Grim kept a watchful eye on the ebbing and flowing of the reiatsus that were coursing through the complex.



As he neared the area, he sensed Ulquiorra nearby. Clamping down on his reiatsu, Grim hide behind a corner and allowed his naturally sensitive hearing eavesdrop on the conversation inside the room. Grim snarled at the thought of the woman touching what was his. Grim didn’t know when he had started thinking of Ulquiorra as his but none the less the pale man was his.



“Ulquiorra-san?” asked Orihime.



“I know you feel their energy but it is only a matter of time before they are destroyed. I have already sent forces to take care of them.” said Ulquiorra in his usual emotionless voice. Orihime brought her hands up to press over her heart as tears gathered in her eyes.



“I know that Kurosaki-kun will not stop. I believe in him. He will come to rescue me. I have faith in him.” said Orihime, though she could not stop the quiver of fear that coursed through her at the thought of her friends being injured or killed because of her.



“Your faith is misguided, Inoue-san. They will die, even if they find their way to you. Do you really think that three shinigami and two humans can take on all of Aizen-sama’s forces. You should harden your heart. Emotions only cloud your eyes. They will die and there is nothing you can do.” said Ulquiorra.



Ulquiorra turned to leave but stopped, his hand resting on the handle of the door. His eyes hardened and shooting a glance towards Orihime, made his way towards the pulse of reiatsu that he had felt far too close for comfort. Orihime collapsed on her bed, tears pouring from her eyes. She brought her hands up in a prayer that Kurosaki-kun would be alright.



Grim frowned as he saw Ulquiorra march determinedly from the room. Tilting his head he felt Kurosaki. And close. ‘Damn, shit, fucking hell.’ screamed Grim to himself. The fucking idiot had drawn Ulquiorra’s attention. He would be lucky if there was even a body part left for Grim. Snarling, Grim kicked open the door and stared into the surprised eyes of Orihime.



“Get the fuck up, woman, if you want to go help your precious Kurosaki-kun. Right now I can feel Ulquiorra’s reiatsu spiking and if we don’t hurry there wont be anything left for me.” Grim grabbed the girl’s arm and paused as they started for the exit. Bending down, Grim sniffed her skin. Orihime flinched away from the touch. Grim arched a brow at her. She looked up at him with large frightened eyes.



“HA, and to think I was worried over a virgin.” snorted Grim as he dragged her from the room. Orihime gasped and went red in the face. Grim ignored her struggles and pulled her along behind him. Pausing in the doorway, Grim saw Kurosaki collapse as Ulquiorra dealt him the death blow. Grim growled in his throat.



Ulquiorra glanced up. His eyes narrowed as he saw Orihime quivering behind Grim. Ulquiorra had sensed Grim’s frustration at not being able to fight the shinigami for the last few hours. Ulquiorra knew all of Grim’s abilities and he also knew that a battle would end badly between the two of them. They were too evenly matched. A trickle of fear for the feline Espada had spurred Ulquiorra to take out the boy before he had a chance to fight Grim. He had allowed his own emotions to cloud his judgment and as such had challenged the shinigami in Grimmjow’s stead. He would not allow this boy to fight Grimmjow. He had made his way to intercept the boy the moment he had felt the reiatsu and found the boy surprisingly strong. However, such strength was pointless against one such as himself. He had struck down the boy.



The anger on Grim’s face was evident. Storming across the room, Grim grabbed Ulquiorra by the collar of his ripped uniform.



“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” yelled Grim at Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra let his eyes slide over to where Orihime stood cringing against the wall.



“I could ask you the same question.” said Ulquiorra as his emerald green eyes shifted back towards Grim. Grim, for a moment, forgot his anger as he gazed into them. The tattered remains of Ulquiorra’s uniform hung limply on his body, shifting open to reveal his lean muscled chest. Grim suppressed the shiver that threatened to quiver through his body. Grim snarled his eyes ghosting first over Ulquiorra’s body then over the fallen shinigami. His mind was torn. Eyes narrowed, Grim let his mind filter through all of the possibilities of his next action. Ulquiorra would surely prevent him from having the woman heal Kurosaki. An alternative coarse of action was needed.



A grin played its way across his face as an idea worked its way through his mind. Grim pressed up against Ulquiorra, their lips only a breathe away from touching. Grim ran his tongue over his lower lip, drawing the eyes of Ulquiorra. It appears the robot felt more than he let on. Pressing even closer, Grim ground his hips into Ulquiorra, and had to fight back the urge to groan at the feeling. Ulquiorra’s eyes darkened and the pupils of his eyes dilated. Grim grinned in victory and covered the lips with his own. The taste of Ulquiorra sent shockwaves through his body. He tasted like mint and chocolate. Running his tongue over the inside of Ulquiorra’s lower lip, Grim teased the smaller man, promising a deeper taste but not following through.



Ulquiorra groaned in frustration and grasping Grim by the hair, he forced his way into his mouth. His tongue plunged in and he relished in the spicy taste of Grim. He had longed to plunder those dark depths but had always held back. Now, the leash was loosened and he could not hold back the fire that spread through his body. He would take the man now, uncaring of who was watching or if anyone entered. He would claim Grimmjow as his own.



Grim nearly collapsed from the forceful taking of his mouth. His body felt like he was in heat longing to be filled and Ulquiorra his mate. The firm grip on his hair and plundering tongue in his mouth nearly made him forget his intentions with this kiss. Oh it was so tempting. Heat was pooling in his loins and the press of Ulquiorra against him was more tempting than he could ever have imagined. He had been without a lover for a while and here was his fantasy right now. Growling low, Grim opened up a dark portal and with one last suck on the warm tongue pushed Ulquiorra in before closing it. The last thing he saw before it sealed was Ulquiorra’s surprised, lust filled eyes. The portal closed leaving Grim staring where Ulquiorra had last stood, his body throbbing with unsatisfied lust. “You better fucking give me a good fight, shinigami. I just gave up the possibility of a fantastic fuck because of you.” muttered Grim towards the fallen boy.



Fighting the urge to rub his now significantly harder manhood, Grim turned to the shocked Orihime. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly gaped. It was obvious she had never seen two men kiss. Grim snorted, not like it was done any different from a man and a woman kissing. Humans, he would never understand their taboo on same sex relationships.



“What are standing there for, woman? Heal him. It wont take long for Ulquiorra to find his way out.” growled Grim, pointing towards the fallen shinigami. If she didn’t hurry up and heal him it would be no use in trying. Grim could already feel his soul slipping away. Orihime was jarred from her shock and rushed to Ichigo’s side. Bringing out her fairies, the substitute shinigami was engulfed in a green healing light. Grim settled himself against a broken pillar and adjusted his pants. Though not one to be ashamed of sex, he wasn’t much of an exhibitionist either, but the pounding in his loins was nearly enough to make him change his ways and whip out his cock and pump away the frustration in front of both the girl and Kurosaki. Grim groaned and leaned his head against the pillar. He sure hoped the boy woke up soon so he could rid himself of the sexual frustration by dishing out a good old fashioned beating. A moan from the floor drew his attention.



“Don’t move, Kurosaki-kun. I’m almost finished healing you.” said Orihime as she once again focused her attentions on healing his body.



“Orihime?” whispered Ichigo as he felt his body knit back together. The last thing he remembered was the number four tattooed on the pale man’s chest, signifying that he was not the strongest Espada. Glancing around he saw a blue haired man lounged against a pillar looked slightly pissed off. The man looked up and noticed his eyes on him.



“Grimmjow!” said Ichigo. The blue haired man grinned and stood, his hakama pants and half jacket pristine white against his skin. His blue eyes twinkled with excitement.



“Hn, looks like Ulquiorra did a number on you, shinigami. I’m fixing you up good as new cuz I don’t like leftovers.” said Grim with a grin. Ichigo stared at the man. The man didn’t care about Aizen’s war or the shinigami. All he cared about in this moment was the thrill of a battle between two evenly matched warriors. It was a wonder Aizen even put up with Grim’s attitude. Grim squatted so that he could look Ichigo in the eye.



“I won’t hold back with you so I expect the same of you. If I just wanted you dead I would have left you lying there and went and had a good fuck. But since you are alive and I am obviously not having a good fuck,” Grim sighed slightly wistfully, “It seems you and I are going to attempt to beat each other senseless.” The green light faded and Ichigo stood up slowly, testing his body. He felt completely revived. Grim grinned and popped his neck. Ichigo nodded to the man. Both men jumped from the large hole left from the battle with Ulquiorra and moved to the more open area outside.



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Inside the blackness of the in between, Ulquiorra beat frustratingly at darkness, looking for a weakness. Grimmjow had distracted him on purpose. His lips still burned from the feel of the kiss. Eyes narrowed, Ulquiorra fought hard to find a weakened area. If Grim had Inoue-san heal Kurosaki, there was a very likely chance that he would be injured or killed in the battle. Kurosaki wasn’t the same person that he had fought in the Living World. The boy had grown exponentially in strength and power. Even Ulquiorra had been forced to use a significant portion of his strength to stop the boy’s attack.



Dropping his head for a moment, Ulquiorra ran the tips of his fingers over his eyes. Bringing them back damp, he stared at the wetness. He was the fourth Espada. One of the strongest creatures in Aizen’s army and here were tears dropping from his eyes. Aizen’s rape meant nothing to him, his physical body was merely a vessal. He had long ago taught himself how to bury his emotions and be as if an outsider looking in. However, with Grimmjow it was different. He didn’t want to look in but wanted to be in. The wildness of the feline drew at parts of him he thought long dead. He had found it soothing to watch the man doze in the library every so often hearing little growls coming form the man, almost as if he was a kitten dreaming of catching a mouse.



Ulquiorra brought himself from his thoughts and into the present. The thought of the beautiful creature Grimmjow was, broken and bleeding gave Ulquiorra strength to bring himself back from his mind. He would show Grimmjow what it was like to play with fire. That cat was in for a rough ride when he got his hands on him.



Finding a weakness in the darkness, Ulquiorra ripped at it with his reiatsu. The heavy air of Hueco Mundo whipped against his face as he stepped from the darkness. Time in that place was irrelevant. What could feel like only seconds could be minutes. Haste was needed. Closing his eyes he felt a flare of Grimmjow’s reiatsu and then nothing. Anger swept though Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra took off in the direction he had last felt Grimmjow’s reiatsu. His heart pounding in his chest as if he had just run a marathon. If Kurosaki had killed Grimmjow, there would be hell to pay, and he only took payment in blood.



TBC