Void

Title: Void

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing:  Grimmjow x Ulquiorra

Rating: PG (this chapter anyway)

Warnings: Uh…innuendo and double entendre? Oh and yeah a little OOC Grimmjow perhaps. Yeah also Boy x boy love…however slight it may be.

Description: So Grimmjow has a slight obsession with Ulquiorra’s empty ‘chain of fate’ hole. 

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. If I did the whole thing would be nothing but yaoi. Bleach and of its characters are © Tite Kubo-sensei

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It was that damn hole that intrigued the Arrancar so much.

Sure he had one himself. He knew they all did and they were proudly flaunted for the most part, as were the remaining fragments of their masks. They were a status symbol, a symbol of power much more natural than the number 'Aizen-sama' had branded them with.

But it was the seeming secrecy that surrounded the Cuatro Espada's hole which caught his attention.

The dark haired Arrancar was so solemn and quiet. The majority of the others here were rather loud and opinionated, and though none of them really liked each other they had banded together through necessity. Modesty was also not a word in most of the Espada member's vocabularies, he himself being the perfect example, what with his low slung hakama and his short, tight, open shirt. It was one of those things which stemmed from their previous existence as Hollows, Menos and Adjuchas, after all none of those beings had a need for 'clothing' as they had no concept of embarrassment or self consciousness at that point.

Grimmjow reasoned with himself that it was this obsession with Ulquiorra's hole that drove him to the position he was in now. Hiding in the darkness of the higher ranked Espada's room, watching his clothed chest rise and fall. He knew that this was stupid, that it would probably be better if he just left, but his curiosity got the better of him. Before he knew it he was standing above the small Arrancar, his fingers hovering, almost nervously above the other's zipper.

He gently took hold of the zip and began to slowly slide it down its track, being careful to be as gentle and quiet as possible. Once the zip could descend no further Grimmjow returned to the task at hand. His fingers slipped gently under the thick white fabric to reveal a pale expanse of chest and neck. He eyed the hole that went through the other Arrancar's body with fascination. It was situated at the base of his neck, directly between the smaller body's delicate collar bones.

He took a deep breath and before he could stop himself his fingers reached out to ghost over the empty area. He was transfixed by the slight shudder that went through the Cuatro Espada.

"What are you doing Sexta?" asked a familiar monotone voice

Startled, looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Grimmjow looked up into the vivid green eyes of his fellow Espada member.