No Place Like Home

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



AN: satterb: eh I might through in some flash backs or such. I’ll have to see how the flow goes. Jennifer ~ yea I’m trying my best to keep it connected to the previous two since it is the same universe. I think Grim and Nel are cute together. Merry Christmas/Happy Kwanza/Happy Hanukah etc to everyone. Read and review. Enjoy



No Place Like Home



Chapter five



Grim cracked open eyes that felt glued shut, slightly confused as to why he was lying on a hard pallet instead of his warm bed. Memories resurfaced and he closed his eyes once more. His entire life had been turned on its ear, thought truthfully he should just be grateful to still be breathing. Grim attempted to sit up but collapsed once more to the pallet. The previous day had completely wiped him out. Rolling onto his stomach, Grim attempted to push up on arms that felt like they hadn’t been used in a month. He was really paying for releasing his zanpakuto.



His stomach rumbled, reminding him that in order for his body to completely restore its reiatsu and heal, he needed to eat. Glancing around, Grim growled in frustration. There was nothing that he could eat that was easily prepared. In the shape he was in at this moment, he would probably pass out just from walking to where the supplies were stacked. Deciding that he had no choice, Grim slowly pulled himself to his feet, using the rock wall of the cave for support. His eyesight grew dim and it took several minutes of simply standing before Grim was steady enough to keep from passing out.



Grim focused on taking one step and then another. The room seemed to be spinning and it was making him dizzy. Closing his eyes and breathing through his mouth, Grim made it very painstakingly towards the supplies. Grabbing a bag of what looked like jerky, Grim tore it open with his teeth and began to eat slowly. He wasn’t foolish enough to eat too fast. He knew that if he ate too fast he would just puke it up and then it wouldn’t do him any good. Letting his body adjust to the food, Grim gradually ate more and more. After a few minutes he felt enough of his strength return to move around without fear of passing out. Time to explore. He was a cat after all.



Stepping deeper in the cave, Grim decided it was time to find that natural hot spring that Ulquiorra had mentioned. His natural feline tendencies made it instinctual to bath daily. He was nearly desperate for a bath. It seemed like forever since he had been clean. He wasn’t afraid of water like those domesticated cats humans kept as pets. No, he relished in the feel of water on his skin. Finding that the cave went deep, Grim prowled into the darkness. One of the benefits of being feline was the lack of need for illumination. His eyesight was so developed that he could see enough to keep from running into the walls as he followed the scent of water.



The tunnel gradually opened to reveal a large room. Huge stalagmites dripped from the ceiling that was at least fifty feet high. Splashing drew Grim’s gaze towards the far end of the room. There were several large pools of water, but the one that interested him the most was occupied by one lovely white skinned man. Grim mildly noticed Nel splashing naked in a smaller pool nearby but his full attention remained locked on the vision before him. Arrancar were not modest by nature and the fact that both Ulquiorra and Nel were bathing in the same room wasn’t an unusual sight.



The object of his fantasies stood naked in hip deep water. His body moved with a fluid grace that Grim had to admit put his own feline-like movements to shame. Ulquiorra raised a arm to run a cloth over it. Though his face showed no emotion, Ulquiorra’s body language said that he was thoroughly enjoying the bath. Heat pooled between his legs and Grim was curious as to how he remained conscious with all his blood located in his loins. Ulquiorra turned slightly, presenting Grim a look at the front of his body. Perfectly formed muscles bunched and relaxed as the pale man bathed. Grim’s eyes followed the trail of a bead of water as it made its way down his body before disappearing into water. Grim nearly came in his pants as Ulquiorra dragged the cloth over his chest, eyes closing at the feel of the cloth.



Grim honestly didn’t think that he could make it back upstairs, his body was so hard. ‘That can’t be good.’ groaned Grim to himself. Biting his lip, Grim reached beneath his hakama pants, and gripped his erection hard. It was already dripping with pre-cum and Grim nearly melted to the floor at the feel of his hand encircling it. He was so close that it didn’t take much to send himself over the edge. Rubbing himself quickly, Grim felt his body shudder as his orgasm rushed over him. Biting the inside of his mouth hard enough to taste blood, Grim stifled any sound pleasure as his hips arched from where he was pressed against the wall. The taste of blood in his mouth only increased his pleasure and extended his orgasm as his mind imagined that it was Ulquiorra’s blood, drawn from his neck as Grim marked him as his alone. ‘Mine’ he thought to himself and he knew without a doubt that if anyone showed an interest in the pale man, he would kill them on the spot. No one touched what was his.



Panting slightly, Grim leaned his head against the wall. This was what he was forced to do. Just the sight of Ulquiorra and he acted like he was in heat. He was royally fucked if he was going to be forced to live long term with Ulquiorra without a form of release. His fucking hand was not going to do the trick forever. His body knew the difference and was already beginning to heat up again in lust. Growling, Grim wiped his hands on the inside of his hakama and stalked into the room. Ulquiorra glanced up from his bathing to see Grim tearing clothes from his body and sinking into the warm water of a nearby pool with a growl of contentment.



Ulquiorra’s eyes were drawn across the span of the room to Grimmjow as he slid into the water. His body moved like a feline, muscle stretching and contracting with grace. His body was still covered in the bruises of the previous day, but they did nothing to draw away from the animal magnetism of the man. Ulquiorra watched entranced as Grim ducked beneath the water only to rise once more dripping from the pool. Grim stood in one of the deeper pools and the water only reached his waist, but successfully hiding his privates from Ulquiorra’s gaze. His hair, weighed down by the water was plastered against his face. Grim shook his head, much like a dog when it gets out of the water, sending droplets flying and causing his hair to stick up wildly.



“Grimmy!” yelled Nel from her shallow pool, as she waved happily to the blue haired man. Grim grinned and lifted a hand in acknowledgement of her.



“Yo, half-pint.” said Grim to the child like girl. She smiled happily and continued to splash in her pool. Grim turned his blue gaze to meet the green one that stared intently at him.



“Ulquiorra.” said Grim, adding a bit of a snarl to the way he drawled out the name. It expressed his frustration without him saying anything. Ulquiorra’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing as he stood and picking up a towel, wrapped it around his waist. With no backward glance, Ulquiorra strode out of the room and back towards the main part of the cave. Ulquiorra didn’t stop until he reached the large main room in the cave. Grabbing his clothes from where he had lain them, Ulquiorra dressed quickly his body aching with need to take what Grimmjow was so obviously offering. He could smell the fresh cum on his body when he had marched into the room, and had known that he had recently masturbated. Grimmjow wasn’t the only Arrancar with an extremely sensitive nose. That alone had nearly sent Ulquiorra into a rutting frenzy.



Though many Arrancar and Hollow alike simply rutted whenever and wherever they pleased, Ulquiorra was a bit more discerning. When he took Grimmjow, he would be at full strength and there would not be an audience to watch. The things he would do to that blue haired man would leave no doubt in his mind whom he belonged to. Taking a few deep breaths, Ulquiorra began to set about making food. He noticed that Grimmjow had devoured a packet of jerky but knew that that little bit of sustenance would not be nearly enough to restore his strength.



Back at the spring, Grim closed his eyes as frustration built in his body at the sight of Ulquiorra‘s naked body before he covered himself. His earlier orgasm had done nothing to ease him. Instead if anything, it built up his desire. Grim took a few breaths to attempt to clear his mind and relax his body. The itching feeling at the base of his spine didn’t go away but the pressure in his loins eased after a few minutes.



Grim scrubbed his uniform and wrung it out. He really didn’t want to put it on wet but he had no choice. He could back naked and Ulquiorra probably wouldn’t say anything but he didn’t trust his body not to burst out into full arousal again in the presence of the pale man. Sighing, Grim pulled himself from the warm water. His body if nothing else felt a million times better. Many of the aches and pains that he had woken to had faded with the help of the natural heat from the springs. Nel grabbed her towel and tossed the extra to Grim as he stood. He was definitely grateful that there was an extra towel.



“Thanks, half pint.” he said. Wrapping the towel around his narrow hips, Grim started for the main area. A weight on his shoulder told him of Nel’s presence. Not really minding, in truth, he was grateful for the weight. It was a comforting feeling to be wanted. His breed of Hollow, though vicious, were known for hunting in packs and spending the down time cuddled to one another for the sake of comfort. That was a thing he missed from his days as a Hollow. The child-like Nel seemed to sense his need and cuddled closer, nuzzling her face into his hair which was still damp from his bath.



Ulquiorra was just removing a pot from the small fire that had been built in the center of the room. Grim eyed the food longingly. Setting down the small body, Grim settled beside her and accepted the bowl of stew that Ulquiorra handed him. The smell was poignant and rich with herbs. Taking a cautious taste, Grim was pleasantly surprised with how rich the flavor was. The sounds of Nel eating loudly amused Grim. Smirking, he glanced at the small Arrancar to see her slurping down the stew as if she was starving.



“Where did you learn to cook?” asked Grim cautiously. Ulquiorra looked up from his own meal.



“I used to supervise the servants in the kitchens. I asked the head cook one day to show me how.” said Ulquiorra then raising a brow to Grim’s surprised look. “Is that so surprising?”



“That just seems like something you might think beneath you.” said Grim grudgingly. Ulquiorra didn’t say anything and Grim returned to his own meal.



“How long are we going to have to stay here?” asked Grim, once again breaking the silence. Ulquiorra looked up and seemed to consider the question.



“Until I can no longer feel unfamiliar reiatsu.” answered Ulquiorra.



“What are we going to do when that time comes?” asked Grim again. He knew he was rambling but he needed something to work towards. Just sitting here doing nothing was going to get old fast. He needed to be active.



“I don’t know.” answered Ulquiorra. He had been thinking the same question that Grimmjow had voiced. Now that Aizen was no more, what was their purpose in life. How was their lives going to have meaning. He had felt the death of several Arrancar and a few Espada. Aaroniero had died while Ulquiorra was trapped. Ulquiorra had never cared for the disgusting creature and as such hadn’t mourned his death. Zommari, Ulquiorra had felt die while he carried Grimmjow to the cave. He had felt a twinge from the death of the dark skinned man. He had enjoyed a few conversations with him from time to time. Zommari had been quiet and somewhat noble. Ulquiorra believed that Zommari’s own arrogance had lead to his death. Szayel’s death had hit Ulquiorra the hardest out of the others. Though they couldn’t be what one would call friends, he had spent many hours discussing various topics with the pink haired man. Szayel had not died well and that distressed Ulquiorra. From the flux of his reiatsu, Ulquiorra knew that the pink haired man had suffered greatly before death was finally granted him. Ulquiorra fought the tears that threatened to drip from his eyes. Standing quickly, Ulquiorra walked outside of the cave and sat in the twilight beneath an outcropping. Grim said nothing and allowed the smaller man to leave, knowing that his presence would not be welcome. He had to mourn in his own way.



His heart ached. Szayel had warned Ulquiorra that Aizen-sama was turning his eyes towards him and to be prepared. Ulquiorra had understood the warning but had been unable to change the fact that Aizen had taken what he wanted anyway. Ulquiorra had pushed himself from his body as it had been ravaged. His eyes had watched as the man he had come to look up to for his intellect tore his small body nearly in half. It had hurt a little. That little ache, Ulquiorra had pushed to the farthest reaches of his soul. He would not dwell on the past. Ulquiorra was just glad that Aizen had met his fate before turning his eyes to Grim. He wasn’t sure what he would have done should Grimmjow have been placed in the same position as himself. Best to not think about such things.



Aizen’s punishments were known to be brutal nearly to the point of madness. It was no wonder in Ulquiorra’s eyes why Ichimaru-sama always held a slightly mad look in his eye. He was one of the few individuals that was allowed to tend to Ichimaru-sama after Aizen-sama had finished with him. The pale haired former shinigami had been whipped within an inch of his life the last time he had failed in a mission. The man’s screams could be heard from outside the reinforced door of Aizen-sama’s private chambers. When Aizen-sama had finally unlocked the door for Szayel and himself to enter, the sight that they had seen and caused Szayel to pale. “Let Gin’s punishment be a lessen to the rest of my children” Aizen had said. Ulquiorra had hid his reaction but he had been sickened by it.



Ichimaru had been strapped between two poles, his back was layered with whip marks from the tops of his shoulders to his thighs. Blood was also trickling from his anus along with semen. The two Espada had quickly cut him down and carried him to the infirmary. Aizen had nonchalantly settled himself in a comfortable chair and watched the events with humor in his eyes. That is what had sickened Ulquiorra the most. With the help of a elixir that Szayel had developed, the wounds on Ichimaru-sama wounds had almost completely healed, leaving few scars. The man had continued to grin and follow Aizen’s every command, but their remained something dark hidden in the depths. Ichimaru was one of the few individuals that Ulquiorra had never understood. The punishment of him had worked wonders and very few of the Espada or Arrancar disobeyed him. Grimmjow’s own punishment was the first to be administered in a long while. The burning off of his arm and his removal from the ranks of Espada had driven the blue haired man nearly mad. Of coarse, the return of his arm via Orihime’s special ability had brought the feline back into action.



“Excuse me, Ulquiorra-sama.”



Ulquiorra looked up in surprise. Standing there was the two most ridiculous looking creatures that he had ever seen. That they had walked up to him taking him by surprise proved that he had been lost deep in his thoughts. Standing, Ulquiorra eyed the two with disinterest and waited for them to speak their desire.



“We have come for Nel.” said the slender humanoid Hollow with a insect like head.



“Yea, give us back our Nel” cried the clown like creature They really were too ridiculous to be an actual threat. Ulquiorra nodded and gestured for the two strange creatures to enter the cave, following close behind them.



TBC