Lust in the Guise of Redemption

Lust in the Guise of Redemption
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Chapter One - Initiative

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Grimmjow Jeagerjaques knelt down in front of his lord - his head bowed in mock-respect, though his muscled form was visibly shaking. The Sexta Espada was afraid. He had disobeyed a direct order to stay out of the human realm, and instead spent nearly two full days in Karakura town; running amok, and causing havoc to appease his own sadistic mind. He just didn’t count on getting caught.

Needless to say, Aizen-sama was more than displeased with his antics. So displeased, in fact, that he was considering demoting the teal-haired Arrancar. He knew he was in shit if Aizen decided to give him any form of punishment, but he couldn’t live with being removed from the Espada ranks, again. Maybe if he…

“With all due respect, sir...” he began, careful to remain as respectful as his ego would allow.

Aizen raised a questioning eyebrow, but nodded his head nonetheless; signaling for his disobedient subordinate to continue.

“What if…what if I can prove it? Prove that ya need me, that I’m strong enough.” Grimmjow smirked, as an idea came to his mind. “Prove that I’m stronger…than Ulquiorra?”

“Oh?” The so-called ‘king’ of Hueco Mundo leaned forward, the younger man’s proposition having caught his interest. “And how do you expect to do that?”

“Well, I just hafta over-power him, right?” grinned the young Arrancar. “Does it really matter how, as long as I can prove it?”

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Later that night…

As per usual, Ulquiorra slept soundly, and without dreams. Also as per usual, he was so deep in his slumber, that he did not sense the barely masked reiatsu, as the Sexta Espada entered his room quietly, sliding the door silently shut behind him. It was not until the older Arrancar sat down on his bed, and gently cupped his cheek, that Ulquiorra become aware of his presence, and groggily force his eyes open.

Before the Cuatra Espada could react properly, Grimmjow was successfully straddling his waist, his hands pinning the smaller man’s wrists to the mattress on either side of his head. Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“Get off me, trash,” he demanded. When Grimmjow failed to comply, Ulquiorra bucked his slender hips upwards, attempting to throw the larger man off. The Sexta Espada grunted softly, and rolled his hips down against Ulquiorra’s, surprising the younger man as he realized just what he had in mind. Grimmjow smiled viciously, as he noted the slightest hint of comprehensive fear reflected in the slender Arrancar’s bright green eyes. He suddenly flared his reiatsu, enveloping the smaller Espada in it, to show him he meant business.

Once again, Ulquiorra began to struggle; twisting this way and that, and attempting in vain to free his wrists from the older man’s nearly violent grip. A shudder ran through his entire body, as Grimmjow leant down to lick sensually along his jaw-line, and he immediately ceased his struggle; stilling his body completely.

Grimmjow smirked to himself, and nuzzled his face into the other’s neck, inhaling deeply, and causing Ulquiorra to tremble slightly.

“Yer not tryin’ very hard to fight back, are ya, Ulqui?” He bit down on the pale man’s neck harshly, eliciting a delightful whimper from the green-eyed male. “It’s almost as if ya like it.”

Truth be told, Ulquiorra did like it. He just wasn’t willing to admit it…not even to himself. Though he’d been ‘noticing’ Grimmjow’s presence more than usual, these past few weeks, he’d never had the courage to acknowledge just why he’d been having trouble keeping his eyes off him; even going as far as to stare when the teal-haired man would enter a room. This did not go entirely unnoticed by Grimmjow, either, and was part of the reasoning behind what the Sexta Espada was doing now. For Grimmjow himself possessed a lingering attraction for the smaller male. The only difference was, Grimmjow had accepted his lust for the other, and was doing something about it.

Ulquiorra continued to stare Grimmjow straight in the eye, refusing to back down. The older male found this lack of submission quite irritating, and once again he bit down on his prey’s neck - his sharp teeth sinking deep into the flesh of his jugular - causing the dark-haired Espada to cry out in pain. Gently, he began to lap away at the red beads that sprout forth from Ulquiorra’s neck, his actions eliciting an almost silent purring sound from the man beneath him.

What happened next, was something Ulquiorra should have expected, but didn’t. Releasing the Cuatra Espada’s wrists, Grimmjow moved his hands down to the smaller man’s waist, and began untying his hakama. Any objection Ulquiorra would have made was silenced by a rough, demanding kiss. He gasped as he felt slender fingers brush against his half-formed erection, and the Sexta Espada took his chance to push his tongue past the younger male’s lips; the wet muscle exploring his mouth eagerly.

Ulquiorra’s hands flew automatically to grip Grimmjow’s shoulders, making a half-assed attempt to push the larger man off. But by this point, they both knew he was enjoying the attention. His erection was evidence enough, surely.

Finally succeeding with untying the Fourth’s pants, Grimmjow pulled them down past his ankles, and flung them carelessly across the dimly lit room. He stared down at the body beneath him; mesmerized by the other’s beauty, and thanking the Gods that Ulquiorra slept without a shirt.

Ulquiorra blushed, and trembled slightly. He could feel the older Arrancar’s eyes raking his form, and it unnerved him, greatly so. He may have wanted this, but his pride wouldn’t let him just take it in stride. He growled and reached for his sheets - hoping to cover himself - but a hand snatched them away, and tossed them over the side of the bed. Ulquiorra’s head snapped up to glare darkly at Grimmjow, whose face now adorned a triumphant smirk.

“…Why are you doing this, Grimmjow?”

Instead of answering, Grimmjow’s smirk grew wider still. Ulquiorra raised one delicate eyebrow, and gave him a questioning look; confusion written plainly across his flushed face.

“What!?” he snapped. He was growing impatient, and though he’d never willingly admit it, he was craving more of the older man’s touches, longing for the feel of the other’s lips on his heated skin.

“Ya called me by my name,” the Sixth answered finally, that annoying grin still in place. Ulquiorra decided to do something about that. In a speed not visible to the untrained eye, Ulquiorra had his arms around Grimmjow’s neck - his small hand fisted tightly in the blue hair - and was pulling him down into a frantic, needy kiss. Grimmjow’s smirk widened, and he immediately took control of the kiss. Slowly, he drew Ulquiorra’s bottom lip between his teeth - savoring the whimpers that were lost between them - before he bit down sharply, drawing blood that he eagerly lapped up with his tongue. Ulquiorra yelped loudly, and Grimmjow pulled back slightly to look at him. His bottom lip was swollen, and smeared with blood. He was trembling slightly – both from lust, and disgust at the fact that he was actually enjoying this. He averted his eyes just the tiniest bit – needing to break the awkward stare the two were sharing – and settled on finding trivial patterns in the ceiling.

Sitting up straight, Grimmjow swiftly untied his own hakama, and had soon let it join Ulquiorra’s on the bedroom floor. Ulquiorra couldn’t help but take a peak at the older man’s ‘assets’, and stole a glance; eyes widening in apprehension.

Grimmjow smirked, and stretched his lithe form; obviously showing off. “Like what ya see?”

“…That is not going to fit!” Ulquiorra huffed in alarm, shaking his head just slightly. His eyebrows knotted together in frustration. He was beginning to panic. Though he wouldn’t show it on the outside. “What am I doing? This is completely absurd…and yet here I am, letting him do with me as he pleases.”

Grimmjow smirked, and shrugged. “You’d be surprised, Ulqui.” He then lifted Ulquiorra’s legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, and moved to position himself at the Fourth’s entrance.

Ulquiorra shuddered. He knew he should stop it…but did he even want to, at this point? He could no longer deny that he was enjoying this, and the thrill he was experiencing was like nothing he’d felt before. But he also knew what would happen if they did continue, and take this further. A lot of pain, and most likely regret, once the moment had come and passed. But was it worth it?

Suddenly, and without any form of warning or preparation, Grimmjow thrust forward, completely sheathing himself in the younger man’s body. Ulquiorra clamped his moth shut, biting down hard on his lip to silence the scream he could feel was ready to burst from his throat. Even as Grimmjow increased the depth and rhythm of his thrusts, Ulquiorra noted with a sickened relief that he could feel the blood coating his passage, making it just that much less painful.

Soon - so soon that Ulquiorra hadn’t even noticed the transition - the immense pain was replaced by a prevailing sense of pleasure. The Cuatra Espada threw his head back against the pillow, and couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped his lips, as Grimmjow hit that one spot within him that made everything go white.

“That’s right, Ulqui,” encouraged Grimmjow, between grunts of pleasure. “Make some noise for me!!” Once again, the teal-haired Espada quickened his pace, leaning far forward to kiss the brunette roughly. Ulquiorra moaned into the kiss, giving Grimmjow the chance he was waiting for, to slip his tongue past the compliant lips, and taste everything the younger man had to offer. He swirled his tongue around the wet cavern, exploring every crevice.

Once Grimmjow had worked up to a good, steady pace, he reached a hand around to grip Ulquiorra’s throbbing cock tightly, while using the other to support his position above the Cuatra Espada. Ulquiorra whimpered softly as Grimmjow started pumping his swollen member in time with his pleasingly violent thrusts. Ulquiorra gripped the sheets tightly, his head lolled back against the pillows, exposing his already abused neck to the man above him. Taking the initiative once again, Grimmjow leaned as far forward as he could - pressing Ulquiorra knees against his chest - and sunk his teeth deep into the soft flesh of the small brunette’s collarbone.

That was all it took, to send Ulquiorra over the edge. Thrusting his slender hips upwards, he screamed Grimmjow’s name as he came, spurting his essence all over their chests and stomachs. Only six thrusts later, Grimmjow came inside of him, before collapsing, exhausted, onto his limp body, not even bothering to pull out.

Ulquiorra lay still, gasping for breath, his legs falling limply back to the bed. Finally, and agonizingly slowly, Grimmjow pulled out and rolled onto his side, pulling the younger Arrancar flush against him. Ulquiorra let his hands rest at his sides, not moving as he wondered what would happen next. He was trembling noticeably, trying to make sense of the thoughts running through his head.

Grimmjow had just raped him. But he didn’t exactly fight him off as well as they both knew he could have, and he had enjoyed it…once the pain had subsided, he had enjoyed it a lot. So could it really be called “rape”? Seduction, maybe… He wasn’t even sure he wanted to consider it as “rape”, even if it may have been. He knew he should be angry…but was he?

Grimmjow observed Ulquiorra’s face carefully, noting the changes in his expression, the confused, frustrated pull of his eyebrows. Before thinking of what he was doing, he reached a hand out to gently stroke his cheek. The brunette’s eyes widened noticeably, and he felt an involuntary shiver run up his spine.

“…Did I hurt you?” asked Grimmjow, running his thumb along Ulquiorra’s jaw almost…tenderly? Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes, and tried to move away, but Grimmjow tightened the arm around his waist.

“What do you think!?” he snarled, their noses almost touching. “You raped me!!”

Grimmjow blinked, momentarily taken aback. He’d never seen Ulquiorra get angry before. Frustrated, yes. Annoyed, displeased, mocking even! But never had he heard the younger Espada raise his voice in anger. But then Grimmjow noticed another seemingly “foreign” emotion dwelling in Ulquiorra’s forlorn green eyes.

Shame.

Ulquiorra Shiffer was ashamed.

Grimmjow couldn’t help but let a smirk take form on his lips. “You can’t rape the willing, Ulquiorra.”

The Cuatra Espada stiffened in the other’s arms, but did not resume his struggling. He knew by this point it was futile. When it came to physical strength, Grimmjow surpassed him, though only by a small fraction. And even if he didn’t, Ulquiorra knew he was far too worn out to fight the older man.

Smiling wider at his “superior’s” submission, Grimmjow pulled him in for a kiss. Unlike all their previous kisses, this one was soft, and gentle. Definitely not something Ulquiorra was used to; as Grimmjow had been the only person he’d ever kissed. Grimmjow licked lightly at Ulquiorra’s bottom lip, letting the other know that he wanted to be granted access, rather than take it by force. . Deciding to be obedient just this once, the dark-haired Espada opened his mouth slightly, allowing for the older man’s tongue to slip inside.

Now, if Grimmjow’s mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, he would be laughing manically at his victory. The great Ulquiorra Shiffer - his superior by two full ranks - was submitting to him! Reveling in the complete and utter glory of the moment, Grimmjow deepened the kiss, nipping and sucking viciously on Ulquiorra’s bottom lip. He could still feel the man trembling beneath him, but his will to fight had subsided. Ulquiorra was his.

Now he just needed to prove it to Aizen.

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Author's Note: Well, there you have it, dears!! I hope i didn't scarr you all too much! . I hope you all stick around for the next chapter as well, but if you hate this, then i don't really blame you. I had a lot on my plate while writing this, so it was somewhat rushed.

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