No Place Like Home

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



AN: remyjames: well in my opinion the Grimmjow Ulquiorra pairing has been done so much that I wanted to spice it up instead of beating the same dead horse. So I figured I would make Grim the bottom. I honestly think I like it better with Ulquiorra topping. He seems like the type that would want to be in control anyway. I must be in a possessive mood lately, both men in my two ongoing stories are acting super possessive of their ‘mate’. I feel like I’m putting too much smut in this story and its taking away from the story. Let me know if you guys think I’m over doing it. Its just the animalistic nature of these guys makes it so damn easy to stick it in. Also, I said this in a previous AN but just a reminder, I know that Nnoitra dies in the manga/anime but I had already started Coming Home before I knew so he’s not dead in this universe. Thnx to Affie, Rysha, satterb, remyjames and Jennifer for the reviews. Enjoy.



No Place Like Home



Chapter Seven



Grim fought to keep from limping as the two former Espada walked at a steady pace towards what remained of Aizen’s citadel. He might not look it but Ulquiorra was hung like an animal. Not that Grim minded. That was one of the benefits of being an Arrancar, fast healing tendencies. He just didn’t want Ulquiorra to know that he was still feeling the pounding he had taken. God forbid the other man get a big head. The only thing he wished was that he wanted to see the scar from the little love bite he had given the pale man. He knew it would scar because he knew Ulquiorra would let it scar.



Ulquiorra hadn’t spoken since they had left their cave and Grim hadn’t pressed the issue. He was still angry that Ulquiorra had touched his mask without permission but he wasn’t as mad as he should be. If he was true to himself, he had hoped that he would touch him in such a way. He only wished he hadn’t been so lost in the heat that he could have explored Ulquiorra’s fragmented mask. At the same time, he wasn’t sure that he would have survived the pounding had he touched Ulquiorra’s mask. He knew that the pale man held a lot back. If he lost control who knows what would happen.



“You know that you wont win.” said Ulquiorra breaking the silence.



“Yea, but I can solidify my position in the higher ranks.” replied Grim. Ulquiorra was right after all. If he, himself was going to fight there was no way Grim would come out on top. Not to mention there were several Espada that had a propensity for unfair play. Grim may be little more than an animal in many of their eyes, but he had honor. That was more than he could say for some of the others. Perhaps that made them more animals than himself.



“Will you fight?” asked Grim, even though he already knew the answer to the question.



“I will.” said Ulquiorra, though it was obvious that he thought it beneath him to do so. Grim knew the other man would not sit back and do nothing. He was a Arrancar after all. The need to prove himself was strong. Not to mention Ulquiorra had a strong dislike of several of the other Espada and would never take orders from them unless they had proven their strength.



“Can you tell who is still alive?” asked Grim, trying to keep the conversation going. Ulquiorra stopped and looked at the other man.



“Is there a reason that you are so talkative? An hour ago you were not so friendly with me.” said Ulquiorra, turning powerful green eyes to meet electric blue.



“Tsk…fine I was just trying to mend the bridge. See if I care if you want to always be alone. If you don’t want to be here go off into the wilderness and commune or whatever the fuck you want to do by yourself.” snarled Grim. He was really pissed off at the smaller man. He was trying to be civil and Ulquiorra was acting as if the previous night in the cave had been nothing. Grim didn’t get a chance to continue thinking before the smaller man had him on his back in the sand, his arms and legs pinned. The green eyes seemed to take on an otherworldly glow.



“What the fuck, Ulquiorra?” growled Grim as he attempted to struggle in the grip of the other man. Ulquiorra held him firm as Grim snarled and spat, reminiscent of the feline breed he was created from. Ulquiorra fought back the smirk that was fighting to show itself on his face. When Grim had finally tired himself out and lay quietly, Ulquiorra leaned down and whispered in his ear.



“The only reason I am not ‘communing alone’ as you say is because I know you want to fight and I will not allow you to be savaged by the winner.” growled Ulquiorra into Grim’s ear. “You belong to only me and I am very protective of what’s mine.” Grim’s eyes widened to almost comic proportions. The green eyes staring back into his own were dead serious as was the tone of his voice.



“What are you talking about?” gasped Grim, it suddenly felt as if he had no air in his lungs. The intense gaze of Ulquiorra was successfully robbing him of ability to breathe. Ulquiorra reached up and trailed his fingers once again along the bone teeth and jaw that was attached to the side of Grim’s face. Grim stiffened as pleasure heated his blood.



“Last night you became mine only. I even let you mark me.” stated Ulquiorra, his face might remain emotionless but his eyes told another story. Ulquiorra replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue as they ran along the bumpy ridges. Grim was panting now. A few light touches and he was reduced to nothing but goo. His own fingers were itching to trace along the bone helmet that covered half of Ulquiorra’s head, but he held back the urge.



“You don’t own me. I can mate with whomever I want.” snarled Grim. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to belong to Ulquiorra but he needed his own freedom and he was always the type to balk at a collar on his neck. It was one reason he and Tousen were always at ends. The dark skinned former shinigami was a stickler for following the rules. Ulquiorra snarled and his eyes flashed. This was the first time Grim had ever seen him anywhere near this close to losing control. The press of his reiatsu was stiffing. Grim saw several Hollow birds and lesser animals drop to the ground under the weight of it. Grim himself had trouble breathing and he wasn’t sure if it was the press of the reiatsu or the press of Ulquiorra himself.



“I’m going to mark you. So that anyone that sees you will know that you belong to me. And, so that you will know you belong to me. ” growled Ulquiorra. Grabbing the high neck of Grim’s jacket, Ulquiorra pushed it off his shoulder and brought his lips to rest on the junction of throat and shoulder. Grim shifted beneath him, pressing up with his hips in order to attempt to relieve some of the pressure that had built. Ulquiorra growled again as Grim shifted against him. Ulquiorra felt his canines elongate and he narrowed his eyes as he continued to taste the slightly sweat dampened skin with his tongue.



Striking fast, Ulquiorra plunged his teeth into the soft flesh. Blood pooled in his mouth and he swallowed, drinking in the essence of Grim. Grim howled as an orgasm washed over him. His hips jerked and he arched against Ulquiorra, his body quivering. Never in his life had he been brought to completion so quickly. He knew a blush was flushing his cheeks at how he just came in his pants with little provocation. Ulquiorra gave one last lick before sitting up. Grim lay panting on the sand, his blue hair tussled and his eyes at half mast from the orgasm. This time Ulquiorra allowed the smirk to show. Grim definitely looked fuckable. If Ulquiorra didn’t already know that Grim was positively raw from their previous interludes, he would have stripped the blue haired man and nailed him into the ground until he screamed at the pleasure. However, knowing that Grim would need his strength in the coming battles, he refrained from such action and sat very still willing his erection to cool.



Grim sat up but kept his eyes from meeting the piercing green ones. White fingers danced along his jaw before linking with his own fingers. What happened next, even Grim couldn’t have guessed. The pale hand drew his fingers up over his face to run them along the white bone half-helmet that adorned Ulquiorra’s head. Blue eyes widened and quickly looked into green. It was so rare for such an interaction. Grim traced his fingers along the layered edges up until his fingers teased along the single white horn. Ulquiorra sat quietly, his eyes, long having shut at the pleasure of the caress.



“Enough!” he said, standing quickly and pulling Grim to his feet as well. Grim looked like he was going to pout and Ulquiorra turned before his restraint broke and he ended up taking the other man. Shoving his hands in pockets, he began to walk determinedly for the citadel. Grim seemed to get a grip on himself and followed quickly afterwards.



Grim was pretty much in shock. To think Ulquiorra desired him to the point of marking him as his own. It was a rare practice among Hollow. To mark ones mate signaled that should you do harm to that individual, the mate would exact revenge. Grim had no doubt that any revenge Ulquiorra extracted would be vicious indeed. The former Espada might not show much emotion but Grim knew that he was would crush anything that got into his way. Glancing down at his fingers, Grim recalled the feel of the helmet. It was smooth in some places and rough in others. He knew that their next bought of sex would be violent indeed once the touching of each other completely occurred. Until they were completely satisfied, Grim knew his ass was going to be fucking raw. He was actually surprised that Ulquiorra hadn’t jumped him a few moments ago.



“Hey, why didn’t you finish. I know you wanted to.” asked Grim. Ulquiorra kept walking but his pace slowed somewhat.



“I don’t want you to fight injured.” he said in his normal monotonous voice. Grim arched a brow. Ulquiorra ignored the look and kept his gaze on the large building that was becoming larger the closer they came. Grim could also feel Ulquiorra becoming more tense the closer they came.



“I wont get hurt.” said Grim trying to ease the tension.



“There will be hell to pay if you do.” said Ulquiorra.



“I can take care of myself, asshole.” groused Grim. Ulquiorra didn’t even acknowledge the statement and kept on walking. Grim mumbled under his breath but followed.



It wasn’t long until they came upon the main gate. What was left of it anyway. One door was hanging open while the other lay charred on the ground. The smell coming from the citadel was that of burnt flesh. If Ulquiorra didn’t have the control that he did, he might have gagged from the smell. It seemed that the shinigami had decided to pile all of the dead Arrancar in the central courtyard and burned them. He supposed that was better than himself having to dispose of the dead. Glancing over at his lover, Ulquiorra noticed Grim’s pale face. The former Espada’s strong sense of smell was definitely a weakness today.



“I wasn’t sure if you would come, Ulquiorra. I know you don’t care for this.” Ulquiorra didn’t turn to face the newcomer.



“Hailbel” was all he said. The blonde Espada walked up to the pair. The only visible part of her face above the high collar was her deep green eyes. They held a great sadness that Grim thought was odd.



“I am sorry about Szayel.” said Ulquiorra quietly. Very few knew about the relationship of Hailbel and Szayel. Ulquiorra was one of the few. If Aizen or Ichimaru had known, neither had revealed such.



“I had considered not returning. I wont fight because I don’t care. However, I will follow whomever wins.” she said. Grim stood looking confused.



“Why would she care about Szayel?” asked Grim. Grim grunted as Ulquiorra plowed an elbow into his ribs.



“Ow, What the fuck, Ulquiorra?” yelled Grim. A small laugh came from behind the collar. Her eyes softened for a moment at the interaction.



“Forgive me, we had kept our relationship a secret. Szayel and I were lovers. His own arrogance was the reason for his demise so I can not hold the shinigami completely responsible for it.” she said to Grim. Grim blinked in shock. He never would have guessed those two would have bumped uglies. He had even questioned whether or not Szayel was even capable of getting it up for anything other than a new experiment. He had always seemed so engrossed in his experiments, Grim wondered when he ever had time to even have time to fuck.



“Have the other arrived?” asked Ulquiorra asked Hailbel as they made their way through the ravaged hallways towards the large stadium type area..



“Most.” she answered.



“Who?”



“Stark, Barragan, Nnoitra, and Yammy. Stark will not fight either.” she answered



“I figured as much. He is much too lazy to want to lead.” said Ulquiorra as they stopped in front of the doors.



“Are you sure you wish to fight? Barragan, Nnoitra, and Yammy will not go easy.



“I must fight in order to protect what is precious to me.” answered Ulquiorra. Grim just snorted. Hailbels’s eyes crinkled at the corners. Nodding, she pushed open the doors and ushered both into the large arena. All eyes of the remaining Espada, fraccion, and Numeros turned to the three. With the arrival of the last remaining two of Aizen’s army, the games were about to begin.



TBC~