Hellooooo!! Okay so this is my FIRST yaoi fic. Am I a Yaoi fan? Course not. KIDDING! I love yaoi, especially when a seme is forced to sumbit. *shrugs* Okay so... ukes are cute... and hot... and...

Grimmjow: Why the hell am I Ulquiorras' bitch?!

Ulquiorra: Because I am simply superior. Now seize your blabber... or else.

Grimmjow: Or what?!

Ulquiorra: *slides hands in his hakama pants*

Grimmjow: Nnnnaaaahhh!

Stoic (Me): and... *looks at you guys* What are you readers looking a-... *looks to my right* O///O' W-wh-what the?! Ulquiorra stop that! *gets in front* Okay pay no attention and read! Ulquiorra you're gonna kill poor Grimmjow!

Grimmjow cocked his head to the right, annoyance clearly written all over his face. This was the seventh time he had been bored. Aizen had no missions for him to do besides paper work. For crying out loud, they are espadas, they don't NEED to do paper work. He shifted in his chair. Well, the Ninth espada, Aaroniero, probably does.

He stared out his window. "Damn…" He ran his right hand through his light-blue hair and sighed angrily. "I wonder when things gonna pick up." His eyes landed on his Zanpakutō. "That damn sword hasn't touched blood in so long…"

"Ooooh."

Grimmjow stretched his arms. "Whatcha want Gin?"

Grimmjow heard shuffling and a low chuckle. He had moved behind him. "I was so tired and decided to drop on by and see what the kitty was doing."

Grimmjow growled and stood. "Watch it."

Gin moved closer until their noses were an inch apart. "Scary."

He growled once again and moved back, arms crossed and leaning against the hard cold white wall. "I'm bored too so you might as well leave."

Gin frowned but quickly smiled. "Aw. All right how about you and I… w-wait! Where…"

"I'm taking a walk. Tell Aizen, will ya." Grimmjow licked his lips and then grinned. "Time to find out what hollows lurk around in Hueco Mundo." With that said, he exited out his room leaving a smiling Gin alone.

"Good Ulquiorra."

Ulquiorra stared blankly at Aizen then parted his lips. "Will that be all Aizen-sama?"

Aizen crossed his legs, Hōgyoku in his hands. His brown eyes lit with hunger for power as his eyes focused only on the Hōgyoku. "Yes, that will be all. After assuring that everything is indeed intact… you may do as you wish."

Ulquiorra nodded his head slightly, the motion barely noticeable. "Yes Aizen-sama." His mossy green eyes covered by his eyelids as he turned to leave. "I understand."

Grimmjow continued to stare at the sand. He had made it outside and for the past forty-five minutes, he did this,staring at the sand. He was having more fun at his room. His room. That said it all. "Shit. Where's a fucking fight when ya need one!?"

The wind was blowing. He narrowed his eyes, trying to prevent dust from getting into his light blue eyes. It was always black and white to him. No blood, no fight, no color, and no fun. Hueco Mundo was a big pain in the ass. At least for him. For many people like, Gin and Ulquiorra, it wasn't. All they did was follow Aizen and his stupid orders. How lame. He wanted to use the Garganta, appear in the World of the Living, and fight Ichigo.

He really wanted to fight that captain. He grinned. Oh, yes him. He remember fighting him and he enjoyed it so much. They had the same look in each other's eyes. He loved that feeling, that high that only one can get by fighting like that. Yes. Zaraki? Kenpachi Zaraki, was it? He licked his lips and looked up.

'Shit, I just can't be left alone!' Grimmjow straighten. His shoulders completely straight. He cocked his head to the right and exhaled. He spoke with a lazy voice. "What… Ulquiorra?"

No sound from behind.

Grimmjow started to walk.

"Why are you not in your room?" Ulquiorra spoke slowly.

Grimmjow growled. "I don't have to be anywhere." He looked back for a second then spoke again. "Why you here? I don't need a babysitter."

The wind once again blew. Ulquiorra looked at the tall Espada. To him, Grimmjow was an annoying little bug. That bug always bothering him and Aizen-sama. He inhaled quietly and then exhaled loud enough for Grimmjow to hear. "You, former twelfth espada, misunderstood." He smiled when Grimmjow stiffened completely. "I was simply wondering what you were doing here. That is all."

Grimmjow bit his lower lip then released it. "Mind your own damn business."

"It is my business. Aizen-sama clearly stated that I was to make sure everything was intact. You…" Ulquiorra paused then continued. "… create chaos where ever you go."

Grimmjow took that as a compliment and smirked. "Sorry for not keeping up with my reputation. There has been nothing to mess with lately."

Ulquiorra took a few steps forward, slowly getting closer and closer. "Nothing?"

Grimmjow looked down at the sand. "If your stuck up ass wouldn't stop me every time I tried to go to the World of the Living, then I would have-."

Grimmjows' eyes widen incredibly. He stood frozen with the Fourth Espada behind him. 'Wh- what on earth... What on earth is happening?' Grimmjow tried to speak but couldn't. That's when his brain processed what was happening. 'Why does he have… his fingers… in my mouth?' Grimmjow tried to lift his left hand but Ulquiorra stopped him by gripping Grimmjows' left wrist with his left hand.

Ulquiorra spoke in his ear, nibbling it before speaking. "… Why fight?"

Grimmjow tried to respond again. Nothing. "…" He moved his right hand swiftly to Ulquiorras' right wrist. Ulquiorra moved his index and middle finger enough to make Grimmjows' tongue bleed. Grimmjow stilled. Ulquiorra began to move his two fingers, which still stayed in Grimmjows' mouth, and raked his teeth against the skin on Grimmjow' neck.

He exhaled slowly on his neck and spoke again. "Ready?"

'… Why can't I push him off?' Grimmjow moaned when a cold hand encircled around him. Ulquiorras' hand was inside his hakama pants. He couldn't move. Ulquiorra slid his two wet fingers out of Grimmjows' mouth, and moved his wet fingers to his nipples at the same time his left hand squeezed him. Hard.

'Nnnaah…' He threw his head back and this time, let the moan escape his lips. He felt his legs weaken and his breathing come out in pants. Sometimes it came out with a shaky moan or groan.

Ulquiorra seized all his movements and stepped away from him. As soon as Ulquiorra stepped away, Grimmjow bent a bit, panting and hands on his knees. He looked so vulnerable. This aroused him even more. He had immobilized him mentally. He wondered why he never done this before.

'That bastard… why is he toying with my like this?' Grimmjow continued to pant. 'I hate him. Hate him!'

Grimmjow flexed his claws. He whirled around and aimed for Ulquiorras' neck. "You bitch!"

Ulquiorra sidestepped to the right. His black claws gripping the upturned collar as Grimmjow passed by him, surprised he missed. "You are incorrect." He slammed Grimmjow against the wall and spoke again. "I am not the bitch." With his right hand tightly gripping his neck, his left hand on the wall and his right knee in between Grimmjows' legs, he whispered. "You are the bitch."

Grimmjow parted his lips to speak but was unable to because of his tongue. His light blue eyes widen in surprise, shock, and hatred. He moved his hands in between them to try to push Ulquiorra off, but Ulquiorra simply pinned both of Grimmjows' hands above his head with his right hand. Grimmjow arched his back when his left hand squeezed him again.

"I like to see you in pain, Grimmjow, especially when I cause it to you." His eyes stared into blue ones'.

"Fuck… you." Grimmjow panted.

"No need to rush into things." His voice icy cold. His lips and tongue he felt on his blazing skin. He struggled to get free. Grimmjow twisted his hands and tossed his head from side to side.

"Get off!" He seethed. "Get the fuck off me you sonof-."

Ulquiorra parted his lips to thrust his tongue into a certain loud mouth Espada. Grimmjow seized all his movements. Ulquiorra continued to explore the mouth of his… toy.

"M… mmmf…" The blue haired Espada tried to speak, keeping his tongue still.

Annoyed, Ulquiorra painfully squeezed his erection. Grimmjow arched his back violently and flicked his tongue, trying to let his cry out. He moaned instead. He hated himself for this. He liked it though. The way Ulquiorra was roughed and unforgiving. The way that he demanded… yet he hated it.

He felt himself fall once again, but this time he had a wall to lean against. He heard the cold voice of Ulquiorra, but dared not to look at him. "Tonight, I want you in my room."

Grimmjow felt cold hands force him to look at Ulquiorra. "Do not disappoint. Do not try to hide, I will find you. Do not try to disobey, I will punish you." With that said, he roughly kissed Grimmjow, and then walked off.

"Dammit…"