Altering Intentions

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A/N:Hello all. So I have to first apologize for the long pause between chapters. I have no excuse for it. Nada. but I appreciate everyone who rates and reviwes my stories. Reading your positive and negative reviews makes me want to be a better writer. So once again thank you. And I have to thank TillThatTime for reading my stories before I publish and revise it where necessary, and also for giving me pointers about things. Thank you love! You are amazing. So enjoy and thank you for reading.

Chapter 3

Footsteps slowly began to echo through the halls, becoming louder and louder with every step.

Grimmjow stomped as he walked, making his presence heard to anyone around. He seemed to have a menacing smile plastered on his face from the moment he turned the corner and began to chuckle under his breath.

Suddenly his body froze as a shiver crept up his spine.

Was it so hard to forget?

This question lingered in his mind while images of Ulquiorra flashed in front of his eyes. This macho persona, this insatiable thirst to be on top, the best of the best, was dwindling in the background when Ulquiorra came into the picture. Grimmjow’s entire existence was based around having ultimate power, destroying the weak and prevailing over the powerful. Yet one look at Ulquiorra makes him the weak, the vulnerable, the thing he hates to be, and with each mention of that name, that face appears and again haunts him, torments him, begins to etch its way in to the very core of Grimmjow, clouding his mind and taking away his power, slowly and painfully.

A small trail of sweat rolled down the side of his face making its way down his neck to his well-defined chest. His breathing began to quicken but his lips did not part any further as he gasped for air and looked straight ahead of him. This was beginning to change him, make Grimmjow become what Ulquiorra always saw him as, the pathetic sexta. He slowly swallowed his saliva as his chest rose erratically and his breathing was becoming uncontrollable.

I must shake off this feeling, get rid of the problem, silence him so he can never torment me again. But how do I do that when even the thought of hurting that man makes my knees tremble and my insides churn?

Grimmjow’s body became drained of life, of power, of the strong will he so greatly needed
again. Going back meant facing his weakness, however, staying meant becoming weaker.

The heel of his left foot rose slightly off the ground as he turned his body around and walked back the way he came.

***
Ulquiorra was left in an awkward situation again. That man was becoming more and more of a nuisance and he was beginning to regret not killing him. Grimmjow had definitely lost his mind. He was slowly permitting something to take over Ulquiorra, to have this strange sensation come over him at the thought of Grimmjow.

Ulquiorra had to destroy this feeling. He had to stop Grimmjow from taking control.

“Grimmjow must be taught a lesson.” Ulquiorra pondered over this for a moment and then had a sudden spark of genius.

Why not fuck with him?

The idea began repeating itself in his mind as his eyes focused on the wall ahead of him. The thought of allowing Grimmjow to become vulnerable long enough to, in the end, tear him apart was sounding very enticing. Would that, however, spark suspicion in Grimmjow?

Ulquiorra thought to himself long enough to realize that Grimmjow had now become engulfed in his fantasy world and any action Ulquiorra might take would not possibly bring about even a hint of suspicion. On the contrary, it might lure him in to a false sense of security.

Ulquiorra looked ahead of him and began to walk in a steady and slow pace. As he walked down the hall he pondered on every little detail to ensure that nothing was missed and no slip ups would occur. Grimmjow may not be that perceptive but he knew enough to discover if he was being toyed with, so any wrong move or word would make him uncover Ulquiorra’s true intentions.

No mistakes.

Turning another corner, Ulquiorra walked towards the door of his room waiting for his target to appear.

***

Grimmjow’s pace increased close enough to sprinting. The day before flashed before his eyes as he saw Ulquiorra a few meters in front of him standing outside his bedroom door.

This will be easier than I imagined.

Ulquiorra did not turn to see Grimmjow as he gripped the knob to his door and opened it slowly.

Walking into his room, he slowly began to close the door behind him only to have a large hand slam against the door before it shut. He looked at the back of Ulquiorra’s head, craving the man who made his chest ache with an odd sensation. Grimmjow could not let this thing linger inside of him any longer. An espada cannot feel, cannot have human emotions, so why was he feeling?

Ulquiorra let go of the knob as he proceeded to walk to the center of his room.

“If you will not have the courtesy to knock before you enter you might as well close the door behind you.” Grimmjow’s eyes widened at that indirect invitation to enter Ulquiorra’s room and quickly slammed the door behind him.

However, Grimmjow just became more furious at Ulquiorra and began to clench his fists. Grimmjow had to be on his toes. This situation may turn in to a trap and if so, Grimmjow would not be walking out of here in one piece.

His cocky, self-centered persona had to show through so this thumping in his chest would not be heard.

“This ain’t like ya, Ulquiorra. Yar gettin’ soft.” Grimmjow smirked as he thought he had Ulquiorra figured out.

“Oh really now? How, pray tell, am I getting soft?” Ulquiorra kept his tone low and smooth.

“Well first, this is the second time ya let me in. The first of course ya tried to shoot a cero at me but hey, at least now I ain’t tryin’ to dodge them.”

“You would not be dodging them, believe me.” Grimmjow began to laugh hysterically as he walked a few steps towards Ulquiorra.

“Yar a cocky bastard, ain’t cha? But ya ain’t foolin’ me.”

“I do not recall ever fooling you.”

“Ha!” Grimmjow laughed even louder. “Ya did. Ya just ain’t gonna admit it. I read ya like a book, midget, and I know exactly what ya want from me. That is the reason ya ain’t blowin’ ceros in my face right now.” Grimmjow’s smug demeanor was beginning to infuriate Ulquiorra and for a brief second he broke from his plan.

“I hate repeating myself, Grimmjow, but I see you do not comprehend even the simplest of statements. Do not misunderstand this for some weird fantasy you’ve concocted. I have never and will never fool anyone. If I see to it that you must die, I will kill you. Count your luck that I have not killed you, sexta.” That word hit Grimmjow like an atomic bomb. How can a simple word make him seem so pathetic? His fists started to shake and his teeth clenched. He quickly shook the tension away as he proceeded to attempt to tear in to Ulquiorra even a little.

“Yeah right. Ya tryin’ to cover up the fact that I know ya. Ha! I know more than ya think. Ya ain’t gonna kill me. I can see it in yar eyes that ya don’t have the balls to do it.”

Ulquiorra slowly turned to gaze at Grimmjow with those cold, emerald eyes. A crooked smile formed on those thin lips as he held in a quiet laughter.

“I do not? And all this time I was wrong as to what was between my legs.” Grimmjow began to show a slight blush on his cheeks and he swallowed his saliva very sharply, avoiding that last statement.

“Besides the obvious anatomy lesson you urgently need, why don’t you share the reason behind me not killing you, just to get me up to date with my reasoning?”

“Uh…” Grimmjow stuttered. He thought he had the little bastard, at least it seemed like it. Grimmjow began to wonder if he was wrong about Ulquiorra, about his motives, about the sickening chest throbbing sensation that began to surround him from the first encounter with Ulquiorra.

Is this what hate feels like? Or is this something else?

He thought for a few more seconds before speaking. “I…I know ya think about me, about what I did and how it felt.” Grimmjow believed what he said was true but in Ulquiorra’s eyes he saw nothing.

“I do? How did it make me feel then?” Ulquiorra began cornering Grimmjow, confusing him and making him stutter.

“Uh…I…well…ya…” Grimmjow did not know what to say. This feeling that was encompassing him made him hesitate. He could not hurt him, let alone kill him, yet at this moment he wanted to, just for a moment, see how his world would change with Ulquiorra dead. Would he care? Would Grimmjow‘s world be different without Ulquiorra or would there be a sense of emptiness and longing that would never be filled? So Grimmjow proceeded toying with him, at least in his mind he thought he was. “…Ya liked it. I saw the reaction on yar face when I forced my tongue down yar throat or when I bit down on yar ear. I have never seen ya like that until that moment.”

“Hmm…I see…” Before he could get another word out, Grimmjow lunged at him, gripping his arms. Grimmjow stared into those cold eyes to try to read anything from them but they were unwavering. Ulquiorra raised his arm and grabbed Grimmjow’s arm with his right hand.

“You have made a fool out of me and for that you will pay.” Ulquiorra tightened his grip on Grimmjow’s arm, only to have Grimmjow lose control and push Ulquiorra onto the bed.
Grimmjow stared straight at him, never losing his grasp on Ulquiorra’s arms.

Ulquiorra was getting exactly where he needed to get. Ulquiorra needed to push him further to make Grimmjow blur the line between reality and fantasy.

“Get off of me now.” Ulquiorra said with a stern voice, never losing eye contact with those crystal blue eyes.

“Why don’t ya throw me off?”

“Have it your way sexta.” Ulquiorra let his hand slide off of Grimmjow’s arm only to place it on his chest, ready to fire a cero at him. Grimmjow reacted quickly and gripped his wrists and threw Ulquiorra’s hands on the bed.

“If it didn’t work once, what makes ya think it’ll work again? I told ya I know ya more than ya think.”

“If I wanted to kill you I would have accomplished it by now, Grimmjow. Do not overvalue yourself sexta.” Grimmjow was becoming more furious with everything that this espada said. It made his eyebrow twitch and his teeth grind slowly. Grimmjow had to act quickly or Ulquiorra would definitely find an opening and use it.

He tightened his grip on Ulquiorra’s wrists and plunged his lips onto Ulquiorra’s. His eyes were staring straight at Ulquiorra to savor the look in those eyes. Those emerald eyes were wider, staring into the teal ones, unable to move for the moment. Ulquiorra smirked slightly, but Grimmjow did not see that because he was transfixed on Ulquiorra’s eyes.

Grimmjow’s lips were demanding as Ulquiorra struggled to keep the same pace. Ulquiorra had to keep this charade going to get Grimmjow to break. In a moment of desperation, Ulquiorra raised his hand, but not to release a cero. Instead he grabbed Grimmjow’s jacket and forced those lips harder on his own, causing their lips to part and surprise Grimmjow completely.

As Grimmjow began to slip his tongue through Ulquiorra’s lips, their eye contact was never severed. They looked at one another, Grimmjow with surprise on his face while Ulquiorra displayed determination. Grimmjow was starting to lose his breath so he broke the contact and gasped for air.

“Exhausted?”

“Shut up!” It sounded as if Grimmjow growled at Ulquiorra and before he firmly planted his lips back on Ulquiorra’s own. He parted his lips and quickly bit down on Ulquiorra’s bottom lip, causing his back to arch slightly. Ulquiorra’s hand never left its grip from Grimmjow’s jacket and then pulled Grimmjow’s body closer to his own, causing both their hips to collide with one another.

However, Ulquiorra became a little uneasy. His body acted involuntarily to Grimmjow biting his lip and he knew he had to keep a steady head to prevent Grimmjow from going too far.

This is a game, a trap for this sexta. My mind has to be stable and controlling of the body.

As Grimmjow’s teeth slowly released their grip from Ulquiorra’s lips, his right hand let Ulquiorra’s wrist fall onto the bed as he began to slowly trace the side of Ulquiorra’s body. His hand found the bottom of Ulquiorra’s jacket and he slipped it underneath his clothing, passing his fingertips across Ulquiorra’s skin. The contact made Ulquiorra release a low moan from the bottom of his throat. Grimmjow smirked and plunged his tongue into Ulquiorra’s mouth, tasting him and smashing their tongues together.

A sound was the last thing he meant to give Grimmjow. Ulquiorra was slipping slowly and he despised it, resented the emotion, this pulsating feeling going down his body.

Why is it so easy for you to do this to me?

Grimmjow moved his hand under Ulquiorra’s pants and began to rub his hip bone from one end to the other.

Ulquiorra’s back arched higher, causing their covered cocks to graze each other. That contact made Grimmjow release Ulquiorra’s lips and he bit his own bottom lip. Ulquiorra stared at the reaction that Grimmjow made and proceeded with the plan. Raising his hand he grasped the zipper of his jacket and slowly moved it down only to be stopped by Grimmjow’s hand.

He had to show some effort to not lose Grimmjow’s excitement, that vulnerability he presents in front of Ulquiorra.

“Hm. Gettin’ ahead of yarself ain’t we?” With one swift motion Grimmjow pulled away Ulquiorra’s hand from the zipper and placed it at his side. “I’ll take over from here.”

His long fingers touched the fabric of the jacket’s collar before gripping the zipper and slowly pulling it down, revealing first his hollow hole. His movement stopped and he released his fingers and traced them around the skin near the hole. His head moved forward, kissing around it while Ulquiorra was unable, for that brief moment, to understand Grimmjow.

He hated the man, every moment he called him a sexta, every word that made him feel like nothing, yet his touch was so gentle, his lips so soft, and his actions seemed almost beautiful.

Ulquiorra began to lose his breath slightly, began to miscalculate certain actions. He was not in tune with his plan as much as he was in tune with Grimmjow, and it began to show on his face ever so slightly. His mind was beginning to fade away and allowed his body to take over.

Grimmjow took hold of the zipper once more, swiftly pulling it down to the ends, revealing Ulquiorra’s torso. His body was pulsating as he removed Ulquiorra’s jacket and threw it on the ground below them. Swiftly he grasped the petite wrist with his left hand while his right hand traced the side of his upper body. Ulquiorra twitched slightly, gripping the sheets underneath him.

It began to overwhelm him, began to engulf him. This was not who he was, not who he was going to become.

Pathetic.

Grimmjow lowered his head and kissed Ulquiorra’s collarbone softly before burying his teeth in to it, triggering a loud moan from Ulquiorra’s throat. Simultaneously with that moan came the arch of his back. Grimmjow’s hand became sweaty as he freed it from Ulquiorra’s wrist and moved it down towards Ulquiorra’s pants. As his hands grazed along the zipper of Ulquiorra’s pants his lips caressed his chest, finding his nipple and slowly allowing his tongue to toy around with it. Once his tongue had finished its duty, Grimmjow’s teeth clamped on the hard nipple. Ulquiorra’s hand clenched at the bed sheets with greater force, making the sheets rise off the corners of the bed.

He could not let Grimmjow take his body, would not allow him to win.

Soon Ulquiorra’s pants were open and Grimmjow was fiercely attempting to remove them completely. He managed to get them past his knees when Ulquiorra suddenly gripped Grimmjow’s collar, forcing Grimmjow to stare straight at the small espada. His grip became tighter as he carefully pulled the vest off his shoulders, throwing it on the floor gently.
Grimmjow finally realized that Ulquiorra was not misleading him..

He grasped at his own pants and in one quick motion threw them to the ground. Both espada were now completely naked except for the cloth covering their hips.

Even in the dim light it was inevitable that both were very much aroused at that point. Grimmjow lowered his head once more and began to kiss his neck, around his hollow hole, then between his chest, following the crease down right above his hips. He then moved his lips towards the right side, licking Ulquiorra’s hipbone before plunging his teeth into it. Ulquiorra’s reaction was similar to when Grimmjow bit his collarbone, except this time there was less clothing to keep their bodies from colliding and that made Grimmjow moan slightly from the press of Ulquiorra’s cock to his chest.

Will I allow this to happen, to let it go this far just to fuck him up later? I need to end this now.

Grimmjow’s body temperature was staggering as he strained to keep his breathing even. He lifted his head up and moved his hand down towards Ulquiorra’s underwear, slipping them off with questionable ease. No sooner than later he slid out of his own underwear.

Now Grimmjow was staring at Ulquiorra’s naked, erect body, marveling every inch of it. Ulquiorra did not pay attention to Grimmjow’s, only his face, his reaction to seeing Ulquiorra completely naked. Ulquiorra was more convincing than he thought. The plan was going too far and he had to stop it, but then Grimmjow continued what he was doing.

Grimmjow began to kiss around his cock, relishing his cold white skin. Gripping Ulquiorra’s hips slightly he began to give his attention to Ulquiorra‘s penis. From the shock and surprise, Ulquiorra’s eyes widened. He had to keep his head level but if this was to continue Ulquiorra might lose himself.

Grimmjow revealed him the way no one else had, touched him where Ulquiorra never thought anyone would. The slight twitch on those small lips showed his disgust, his own defeat.

There was no room to back down now. Ulquiorra was going too far and the only way out was death, Grimmjow’s death. His body began to burn slightly as his hands started to sweat. This was different than before. There he lay, underneath and open to Grimmjow, naked and aroused.

This plan was going sour quickly. He had foreseen this going to much less than it was now.
Attempting to remember his purpose in all this his mind began to wander. Grimmjow was continuing in teasing him and Ulquiorra developed an urge to just plunge his fist into Grimmjow’s face. His body became tense and suddenly Grimmjow sensed this.

He looked up to notice that Ulquiorra was slowly biting his lower lip in all this anticipation and tension. His nostrils flared in anger. Grimmjow’s focused shifted from Ulquiorra’s crotch back to his lips and before long they were once again locked in a soft, long kiss. Soon enough the kiss turned rough as Grimmjow clamped at Ulquiorra’s lower lip and caused the small espada underneath him to jerk his hips into Grimmjow’s. The initial reaction caused their cocks to slam into one another, in turn making Grimmjow release his hold on Ulquiorra’s lip while trying not to scream from ecstasy by biting his own lip down.

Not only was Grimmjow now becoming more aroused but pre-cum was slowly building on Ulquiorra’s tip. As Grimmjow released his own lip from his teeth he noticed Ulquiorra’s body becoming tense. Grimmjow gave a smug smirk and lowered his head down to relieve some of that tension. Grimmjow’s tongue traveled up and down his dick, making his way to the pre-cum, licking it clean.

That moment proved to be Ulquiorra’s breaking point. Allowing Grimmjow to get this intimate with him was never his plan, consciously. His body pulsated and his mind became chaos. Ulquiorra was involuntarily giving Grimmjow permission to take over, and that was Ulquiorra’s only defeat.

Ulquiorra never let anyone in, never showed them himself because that is how you lose power, how you lose everything. He had to keep his coldness, his detachment from everything to be the strongest, the one espada that was unreadable and unwavering. Yet the touch of Grimmjow’s hand to his own body tore all that away, uncovered his vulnerability, the one downfall Ulquiorra had, his character.

Grimmjow’s chest began to pound uncontrollably and so loudly his ears were only hearing thumping.

He licked the shaft slowly before plunging Ulquiorra’s cock entirely in his mouth. The searing feeling of having Grimmjow’s mouth engulf his cock made Ulquiorra’s hips rise rapidly from the bed, causing Grimmjow to choke slightly from the depth of Ulquiorra’s cock so he released his mouth as he panted for air.

He gripped Ulquiorra’s hip roughly and slammed him against the bed only to stare straight into those emerald eyes before saying softly “Relax.”

Breaking away meant uncovering his secrets, his frustrations, his altering intentions, the truth behind this, but allowing Grimmjow to continue just meant being nothing, being powerless, unable to provoke anger in Grimmjow, make him resent Ulquiorra, despise him. Now there will be feelings, emotions Ulquiorra has no room for, has no desire to accept.

Ulquiorra gazed at the espada for a brief moment, watching his face stay calm then letting out a small sigh and lowering his head on the bed once again. This will end badly for him, will make him regret everything, and ultimately turn him into a corruptible being.

Looking at Ulquiorra, Grimmjow wondered what he was thinking, why he felt surprise and sorrow. He touched Ulquiorra’s hips gently before proceeding. Grimmjow would not shock him the way he had before. He began to once again tease Ulquiorra’s cock by placing his lips on the shaft moving upwards towards the head. Once he reached the head he slowly began to take his dick in to his mouth, holding Ulquiorra’s hips down to allow no room for another choking hazard.

Ulquiorra groaned loudly and his hands grasped onto the bed spreads. Grimmjow began to slowly move his mouth up and down, plunging Ulquiorra’s cock deep into his throat, making sure every inch of him was encompassed by Grimmjow’s mouth.

He lost it. He lost his power, the anger he instilled in Grimmjow, his stoic disposition. Ulquiorra lost himself in Grimmjow. Everything he once was vanished in Grimmjow’s eyes, in Grimmjow’s speech, in Grimmjow’s touch, and only Grimmjow would have him, have his true self, keep the being he truly was all to himself.

His steady motion caused Ulquiorra to move his hips to the same rhythm as he moaned at the sensations.

His body needed Grimmjow, but his mind resisted. Ulquiorra was facing his demons, those inevitable monsters hiding in his shadow. His plan was self-sabotage and it became clear to him at this moment, at the pleasure he felt, and the self-loathing that swallowed him up.

He had never felt this way. This overwhelming feeling of submission made him grasp at the sheets even tighter as his moans began to climb in volume. Grimmjow was smirking at every noise Ulquiorra made as he quickened the pace. His own cock was not getting the attention it so desperately needed but he knew now was not the time to pleasure himself. His focus stayed on Ulquiorra, sucking, pleasuring him, wanting more, wanting him.

Ulquiorra’s right hand grasped the hand Grimmjow kept on his hip as he felt the need to come. As soon as Grimmjow felt Ulquiorra’s hand on his own he knew what was coming. He quickened the movements even more, making Ulquiorra buckle underneath him, moaning and digging his nails into Grimmjow’s hand.

I cannot allow you in. I will not let you possess me.

Ulquiorra tried to open his mouth to speak but as soon as he did his body peeked and he tensed in ecstasy as he climaxed and came. Grimmjow kept his mouth over Ulquiorra’s cock, swallowing all the cum that was released.

Both espada were completely exhausted, Ulquiorra’s chest rising slightly as he tried not to show it, while Grimmjow panted heavily, his face in front of Ulquiorra’s cock.

Grimmjow licked the remainder of the cum on his lips as he tried to catch his breath and not think about his own throbbing, thirsty for attention.

Ulquiorra lay back completely defeated. His disgust for Grimmjow grew, overpowering his mind.

Fuck.

He imagined taking him out here, never giving the son of a bitch an ounce of power over him. However, that thought made his body tense.

His hands released their grip from the sheets and Grimmjow’s hand as he lifted himself up to gaze at Grimmjow, tense and panting heavily, face down towards his crotch. He reached one hand and lifted his head up to stare straight into those teal orbs. Grimmjow’s body was still hovered over Ulquiorra’s body and the position they were in made Ulquiorra look down at Grimmjow. His hand was holding Grimmjow’s chin and Grimmjow looked both uncomfortable and irritated.

Ulquiorra bent down towards his face and licked a small amount of his own cum on the corner of Grimmjow’s mouth, making his crystal teal eyes widen and his chest pound once more. As he licked his lips he stared at Grimmjow, never releasing his chin.

“Why is it” As he spoke he took his hand from Grimmjow’s chin and massaged his throat slightly to allow him to swallow everything down. “…that my chest pounds for you?” Grimmjow could not believe what he was hearing. “Why does my body tense around you?” Ulquiorra never changed his disposition. He kept the same unemotional look in his face as he spoke on.

“Why do I lose my breath so naturally when you place your rough hands on me?’ And with that last question he leaned down once more and kissed Grimmjow, eyes closed and body aching, moving his hand up towards Grimmjow’s cheek, cupping it gently with his small hand.
Grimmjow was so lost for words he just kissed Ulquiorra back, looking like a scared puppy before Ulquiorra.

He has me now.