I'm in love with a delinquent.

Chapter seven.

Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach.

Warnings: Uhm, language, character death, explicit content.

This is the last chapter, y'all. Get ready for it. ;u; But I am working on a new GrimmUlqui story, and this next one actually has a happy ending, so. :$

Ulquiorra stared at his brother, his heart thumping wildly in his throat.

…What?

It was almost as if he couldn't quite process the information. His mind was unable to cooperate with him, as it ran erratically in all sorts of different directions. From confused, to angry, to hurt in an extreme way he couldn't comprehend.

"Grimmjow… I just… Talked to him…"

"Ulquiorra…" His brother tried, his emerald eyes dark with worry for his sibling.

"No! He can't be dead! There's no way!" He recoiled as if he'd been struck, his own set of green eyes wide, tears threatening to spill.

Murcielago shook his head slowly, his arms extended invitingly to the other man for support. "He's gone, Ulquiorra… It was definitely him from what I could see…"

His brother broke at those words, collapsing into his arms, sobs and wails of anguish echoing throughout their empty home as he clutched desperately onto the other man. His petite frame shook with the violent tremors that erupted through his body, heaving with effort as he vainly tried to ease his pain, bringing his hands to his face to smear the tears from his face.

"I'm so, so sorry, Ulquiorra." He murmured, running his fingers through his brother's soft inky hair. "I was walking home and I saw him stuffed in an alley nearby… From his hair, I… I immediately knew it was him. There's no mistaking it. I called the cops, and they're checking things out, but…" Murcielago trailed off, flinching when Ulquiorra's sobs increased, becoming more high pitched as his anguish doubled.

It was at this moment, however, that their front door opened, and they both stiffened. Murcielago's hold on his brother tightened, and Ulquiorra's tears abruptly ceased, a twin pair of green eyes turned to the doorway as the monster stepped in.

Sharp amber eyes narrowed, a scowl appearing on the elder man's expression. "…What is going on here?"

"Nothing." Ulquiorra insisted immediately, withdrawing away from his brother, wiping his eyes clean of any degrading tears.

"I hope to god that you weren't crying, boy." Aizen retorted, taking a threatening step towards the two boys.

"His boyfriend just died, spare him a night, asshole." Murcielago spat back, though, as soon as he said the words, he immediately regretted it. The man's eyes widened in a dangerous manner, his expression twisting into one of fury as he replied in an eerily calm tone of voice.

"I see… So… Since when has this been going on, Ulquiorra?"

Ulquiorra cringed, his eyes meeting the ground. "A… Few months. But you don't have to worry about it anymore. He's dead now."

Aizen narrowed his eyes then, the action seeming lethal as he snorted and turned to his brother. "Murcielago, go to your room. I need to… Talk, to Ulquiorra."

Murcielago flinched, opening his mouth in protest before those amber eyes sent a glare at him that told him this wasn't up for discussion. So, instead, he hung his head, gave his brother an apologetic look, and left for his room.

Ulquiorra was unable to process much before he felt himself being shoved face-first down into the couch. His eyes grew wide and he stiffened, sparing a look over his shoulder to see the man leering at him from above, his lips set in a deep frown.

"Did he touch you, Ulquiorra?"

He refused to respond, and it earned his hair a sharp yank from the roots that had him whining in pain.

"Did. He. Touch. You?" He repeated, his tone grave.

It was at this point that Ulquiorra concluded that he was in a state of hysterics. The event of Grimmjow's death must have been too much for him to properly handle, because now… He was laughing right in his father's face. Spiting the man that caused him so much turmoil.

"We had sex," He told the man, watching with bittersweet glee as his expression turned into one of shock and fury. "You'll never have from me what he did. Isn't that great?" His laughter was abruptly silenced when Aizen grabbed the collar of his shirt and flipped him onto his back, facing him directly.

"You must have lost your mind," He growled lowly, his breath fanning his face and forcing a grimace from him, "To say something like that to me and expect to walk out of this room in one piece."

"I don't even care anymore." Ulquiorra deadpanned. And he wasn't lying, either. Normally, at moments like these, he would be paralyzed by raw fear, overpowered by his own weakness and incapability to protect himself from the monster that hovered above him. But now, he didn't feel fear. He didn't feel anything. The boy simply lay calmly on his back, staring blankly up at his father. "You can rape me if you want. It doesn't matter."

What are you saying, you idiot!? His conscience snapped back at him, Fight him! You've never wanted this, and you still don't! Why are you making it so easy for him!?

"I don't care."

He leaned back and closed his eyes, waiting for those disgusting hands to touch him.

But they never came.

Instead, he heard a scoff, and the weight that had been holding him down suddenly vanished.

"I don't need a broken doll." Aizen said, disappointment and envy thick in his tone of voice as he turned and left his son alone on the couch.

When his father vanished, his brother reappeared, his emerald eyes wide and struck with that similar look of worry from before. "Ulquiorra, what the fuck!?" He exclaimed, dropping to his knees beside the boy on the couch. Murcielago's worry only increased tenfold when the younger boy laughed at him.

"Ulquiorra…" He whispered, struck by the boy's sudden hysteric state.

"It doesn't matter, Murcielago!" He chided, waving a finger at him. "I lost my virginity to someone I loved, so I don't care if he touches me anymore." The raven-haired boy's laughter doubled, borderline maniacal. "But I'm broken and he doesn't even want me anymore."

Murcielago was unable to respond. He simply sat on the floor and watched his brother helplessly as he fell apart piece by piece.

Ulquiorra had not been himself since Grimmjow died. But that was understandable- grief. However, Ulquiorra did not know grief. It was foreign to him. Perhaps that was why he was reacting like this? He didn't know.

He was empty. That, he did know.

He wanted nothing more than that feeling Grimmjow gave him back then…

"Hey, Ulquiorra-kun~"

At the sound of his name, the boy turned to find Szayelapporo Grantz coming up to him, a gleeful bounce in his step that made him sick. He should be disgusted overall at the sight of the man that once tried to rape him, but he wasn't. He still felt nothing.

"Haha, thanks for waiting for me. I was hoping to talk to you." The pink-haired man told him, weaving an arm slowly around his waist as he spoke. The action should have repulsed him. He should have shoved the man away. But he didn't care.

Szayel lead him out of the main hallways of their school. Classes had just started, and most students had scurried off, but he didn't bother with punctuality anymore.

"We can talk in here, if that's okay?" The man pointed to an abandoned classroom, the one with the sensei that got reassigned last month, so the room was left empty, and students didn't bother coming this way anymore.

Ulquiorra followed the man inside, or was lead, due to the arm that still secured itself around his waist. Szayel closed the door behind them, and tugged him over to the desk that the previous owner left behind. He released him then, urging him to sit, which he did effortlessly.

"You've been acting real strange lately, Ulquiorra-kun, and that's weird, especially in your case." Szayel said as he stood over him.

Ulquiorra didn't respond to the man, he didn't care to.

"Wooowww," The man whistled, "Grimmy-kun's death really must be bothering you if you've changed this drastically."

The boy flinched and sent a glare at the pink-haired man. "Don't talk about him."

Golden eyes widened at his command, and the ferocity in his emerald eyes, but he shrugged, seeming not to care. Instead, he leaned over him, his hands settling on the armrest of the office chair.

"There's something I want from you, Ulquiorra-kun… Can you guess what that is?"

Ulquiorra knew what Szayel's intentions were ever since he'd come up to him in the hallway and lead him away. And, despite himself, he wasn't disturbed with himself. Still, he could not bring himself to care.

Szayel sighed as he pulled his pants back up. As hard as it was to believe that Ulquiorra had actually given him what he wanted, it would be even more difficult to believe that he was left unsatisfied with their activities. The boy had not made a sound, not once. Not one of pleasure, discomfort, or pain. He merely sat there and let him do what he wanted. Which, for a sadist of his caliber, was rather disappointing.

"Nee," He said, gaining the attention of dulled emerald eyes, "Since you've been such a good boy, I think I'll give you a little present." He knelt down next to Ulquiorra, moving to grasp one of his slender hands in his.

"Grimmy-kun was in a gang, you know?"

He heard the boy's breath catch in his throat, and he grinned.

"You knew he was a delinquent. What else could you expect?" He cackled, enjoying the boy's turmoil. "Did you know that he was in a gang with Nnoi-kun and me? That he was our boss?"

"…Why are you telling me this?"

"I'm telling you this because Nnoi-kun and I got a little pissed at him for interrupting us back then… And we… Well, we… Exterminated the problem."

Ulquiorra's expression morphed into one of shock, the life was back in his emerald eyes as he tore his hand away and shoved him roughly enough to have him falling back on his ass.

"You bastard!" He spat, his slender figure visibly trembling.

Despite the fist that connected with his face seconds later, Szayel laughed, and he caught the boy's wrists in his hands, keeping him from hitting him again as he spoke. "Yes, yes, I know. Poor, poor Ulquiorra-kun's hurting. The funniest thing about it is that you're hurting for no reason whatsoever, and you don't even realize it!"

Ulquiorra ceased trying to hit him, and he simply sat still above him. The look of pain in his eyes was absolutely incredible. "What are you talking about?"

"He didn't love you, Ulquiorra." He said bluntly, his smile vanishing. "It was an act. You should have listened to Ichigo. Grimmjow does this a lot, you see… He uses people for sex, acts like he cares so long as he can get some. I don't care how sweet he seemed to be to you, what he said, or what he did. Did he ever even tell you that he really loved you? Or did he just focus on the sex and calming you down? I can tell you for a fact that he never once truly cared for you."

It didn't seem like Ulquiorra was breathing now, he deducted. At his words, the boy broke. Again. Whatever remaining strength he had gluing him together had dissipated and his will left with it.

"You… You're lying."

"Hahaha! No, sadly, I'm not." Szayel chuckled, watching the boy fall apart. "I knew Grimmjow better than anyone. He told me everything. I was his best friend, you see."

"…But you…You killed him."

"Yes, I did. It had to be done."

Ulquiorra shook his head furiously, tears spilling rapidly from his eyes as he tried to wrap the concept around him enough to fully understand his words. But, alas, it seemed as he was incapable.

Szayel sighed deeply, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders and unceremoniously shoving him off. He fell on his ass, trying desperately to stop the tears that welled in his eyes. He no longer cared, however, what was going on with him. He'd broken him almost too easily, and therefore, he was no longer a person he wanted to poke and pry at.

"Have fun with the rest of your life, Ulquiorra-kun." He said enthusiastically, hopping to his feet and heading to the door. "The rest of mine will be spent in prison, sadly. I do believe the police have caught on…"

Then, he left the room. He didn't know if the boy heard him, nor did he care. He'd told him the truth, and broke whatever remaining will he had. Szayel accomplished his goals, and that was all that mattered.

Even down from this side of the hallway, Murcielago could hear the sounds of guttural, breathy moans from the supply closet up ahead. He sighed and ran a hand through his long hair. One thing that sucked about being an upperclassmen and having free classes was being the hall monitor… He often had to interrupt things like this and send the horny teens off to the principal's office for him to punish.

Brazenly, and without any warning whatsoever, he tore open the closet door as he'd done many times before.

One face, he'd seen a million times before. With wavy brown hair and steely gray eyes, Coyote Starrk was an individual that slacked off in class and spent most of his time dragging people away to supply closets for vulgar acts like this. The second face, however, almost sent him into shock.

He stared into pair of green eyes identical to his own, questions bubbling rapidly within his mind.

Ulquiorra ignored his presence, much to his dismay, and continued on with his task.

With one, harsh, sloppy sounding suck, Starrk groaned, his knees shaking violently as if his legs threatened to cave out beneath him. He was released with a pop and as his brother pulled away, he could still catch traces of the offending liquid on his lips.

"Ulquiorra…What…"

His brother stood up, facing him with a blank expression, one that didn't suite him in the least.

"What?" He reiterated, urging him to complete his sentence.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Ulquiorra shrugged carelessly, waving off the man across from him, who shrugged lazily in return and left the brother's in the closet. Murcielago was too stunned to even stop Starrk like he should have.

"I don't know."

He shook his head furiously. "That's not good enough, Ulquiorra!" He stepped forth, clutching his brother's shoulders roughly within his grasp. "Before Grimmjow died, the thought of someone even so much as physically touching you disgusted you so bad that you would actually grimace as if you would vomit, and now…! Now you're…"

"I just want to feel like that again."

Murcielago looked up at those words, confusion scrawled across his expression.

"Did you know that Grimmjow didn't actually love me?" Ulquiorra stated, his eyes empty and hollow as he met his brother's identical, more lively pair. "So… If it wasn't his love that made me feel like that, it must have been the sex. I'll do anything… To feel like that again."

Murcielago's breath shuddered and he clutched the boy tightly against his chest. "That's not… It's not right, Ulquiorra…"

"I don't care."

"Ulquiorra… Please, stop hurting yourself… The people that love you can't watch this anymore…"

The boy snorted derisively at him. "Name one person that would possibly care."

"I care, goddamnit!" He spat, "I love you, Ulquiorra!"

"You're my brother. You have to love me."

Murcielago shook his head fiercely, looking up to meet those dead green eyes. "I'll do anything for you, Ulquiorra. You have to know that."

"Anything?"

He nodded urgently. "Anything."

Ulquiorra snorted again, tearing himself from his hold as he closed the closet door for the second time that day. "Prove it."

Murcielago froze, his body refused to move through the shock that manifested. "You can't… Be serious."

"What if I am?"

What happened to the brother he loved so much…?

Ulquiorra… What's happening to you?

Murcielago felt extremely disgusted with himself, even as the effects of his orgasm faded, and his chest rose and fell rapidly, the only feeling he was able to manifest right now was the intense repulsion that clung to him.

Ulquiorra, his brother, his precious, precious blood-brother panted above him from where he straddled his waist. Inky locks of hair fell over his face, so he couldn't see what kind of expression the boy held now. He hoped it was better than the empty one that had been plaguing him for the past few months.

No matter how much the thought of doing something like this with his brother disgusted him, he did it anyway for Ulquiorra's sake. It wasn't right. It was so, so very far away from the word right. However… If this method made the boy feel better about himself, and stopped him from whoring himself off to random men…

"Thank you."

Murcielago jolted at those words, wincing as the boy stood, abruptly slipping his now-spent member from his ass.

Ulquiorra looked down at him as he gathered his clothes and dressed, smiling a hollow smile that didn't fully reach the rest of his soul. "I know that wasn't easy for you. It meant a lot to me."

And with that, he left him alone in the closet.

With a pain in his chest, Murcielago dressed himself and sat at the bottom of the closet, ignoring the filth, the smell of their activities as his grief consumed him.

His brother… His pain… It was too much for him to bear. If watching Ulquiorra fall apart wasn't the hardest thing he'd ever have to do in his life, then having sex with him easily took first place in that department.

A plentiful amount of emotions tore at him as he stormed out of the closet. Anger, regret, grief, disgust, and a very, very faint trace of hope that his brother would make it through this… In once piece.

"Dear god, I feel disgusting…" Murcielago grumbled to himself as he entered the apartment. He'd gone home early, unwilling to spend the rest of the day feeling like this. "Ulquiorra… Just what is going through that head of yours? Even if sex is no stranger to us… With you it's just… Wrong…"

All he wanted now was a nice, hot, long shower. Was that too much to ask, really?

"…What did you say, Murcielago-kun?"

He flinched sharply, turning to glance over his shoulder.

…Ah, that shower was never going to happen now.

He hadn't been aware that his father was home, or he never would have said those things out loud.

Murcielago, you idiot! This isn't the first time you and your big mouth has gotten you in trouble, but this…! Now… Ulquiorra will get in trouble too. You really are an idiot…

"Nothing!" He insisted immediately. "I didn't say anything!"

Aizen didn't seem to be listening to him, unfortunately. He could practically see the waves of fury radiating off of him as he stood to his feet and neared him. Murcielago gulped audibly, anxiety ever-present as it welled in his chest.

It was a long, long day, Ulquiorra decided as he fished within his pockets and grabbed his keys. If anyone had a chance at numbing the pain in his heart, it was Murcielago. His decision might not have been the best, and he knew it pained his brother to go through with it, but he was grateful… He had to find a way to repay him, so, before coming home, he stopped by an old bakery around the corner and grabbed the man's favorite batch of sweets.

I hope he can forgive me…

He opened the door to the apartment, and instantly, the bag in his hand fell to the floor as his grip went slack.

There… Lying on their carpet floor, his green eyes dull and his normally well-kept hair a mess and matted with blood, was his brother.

"Murcielago!" A cry of newly spawned grief left him before he could stifle it, tears falling with no restraint as he fell to his knees beside Murcielago and shook him frantically. "Murcielago! Wake up, wake up, please!" The man didn't budge, no matter how many times he shook him, he wouldn't…

Ulquiorra sobbed, keeling over his brother, unaware of the blood that stuck to his clothes from the massive head wound on the man.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out, Ulquiorra?"

He wasn't particularly surprised to find out that his father was the culprit behind this.

"You asshole!" Without thinking of the consequences, Ulquiorra turned and lashed out at the man, the fury in his movements palpable as it made them rather jerky. Aizen caught his fists easily, despite himself, and turned him sharply, resulting in the loss of his footing as he collided with the couch.

"I admit, I might have gotten carried away with Murcielago, but… Now that I've vented properly on him, I can enjoy myself with you."

He wasn't even situated fully on the couch, his body hung halfway off, but his father didn't seem to give a damn. In an instant, his boxers and pants were bunched at his knees and he felt a familiar pressure pushing at his entrance.

Terror seized him.

The fear he thought he had such fantastic control of… It was back.

He couldn't move, despite how furious he was, how badly he wanted to turn around and strike the man with everything he had… He simply couldn't anymore. He was helpless. Vulnerable. He hated it.

When the man entered him swiftly, and without preparation, burying himself to the hilt, Ulquiorra sobbed loudly, unwilling to restrain the sound as he probably should have. A large hand gripping his hair at the roots, yanking his head back with a gasp from the boy.

"Shut. Up." He ordered, the command followed with a series of rough thrusts that tore at his insides. The harsh treatment resulted in a warm liquid that slicked his movements only in the slightest. Blood, he detected, wincing and whining in pain every time the man thrust in once more.

The pain was unbearable, it was simply the worst thing he'd ever felt in his entire life. Even falling and breaking his wrist two years ago didn't hurt as bad as being taken dry from behind like this. Ignoring Aizen's warning, the boy's tears fell plentifully, sobs violently wracking his petite body, his breath coming in labored gasps as he tried to breathe past what his throat was allowing him.

Aizen wasn't pleased, he knew that the man wouldn't be, and his suspicions were confirmed when the grabbed his hips roughly, his nails carving into his flesh as he lifted him off the couch to get a better angle for himself as he drove in again. If it were even possible, he thrust in deeper, more harshly, and the feeling of his insides tearing wider only told him that he was correct.

He caught the glimpse of his brother's motionless body out of the corner of his eyes and immediately, his throat closed up, his sobs increasing as he wailed helplessly in anguish. He was angry, he was sad, he was scared, and all of those emotions seemed to finally seemed to express themselves properly through the act of crying as severely as he was at this very moment.

"God, shut the fuck up!" He heard the furious voice of his father say as he felt a hand returning to the roots of his hair, twisting his head back only to thrust it forewords once more. The wall seemed to close in on him quickly before he heard a sickening crunch.

Next thing he knew, he was out like a light.

He woke up next morning, still laying half on the couch, half on the floor. His father was gone, as was his brother, and any remains of evidence of what happened the night before.

The emptiness was back now.

Grimmjow was gone.

Murcielago was gone.

He had no one to persevere for.

Without a sound, Ulquiorra headed to the bathroom to check the damage he had acquired from the night before. He stepped in and locked the door behind him, unwilling to have any intruders as he surveyed himself so closely. His clothes fell to the floor, one article of clothing at a time. Once they were gone, he found that fresh, dark bruises littered his body from his chest to his thighs. This was nothing new though, and he had expected this much. What he didn't expect, however, was the mark on his face when he turned to the mirror.

His nose was swollen and purple, a dark bruise running over the center of it. Gingerly, he touched it, slight pressure indicating that it wasn't exactly broken, it just looked like hell.

With a grimace that pained him from the muscles he had to use to pull such an expression, he tugged his clothes back on and left the bathroom.

He had already made up his mind.

Ulquiorra wore an unusually long and heavy coat to school today, Ichigo noted as he watched the boy take a seat across the room from him. Ever since the confrontation between them a few months ago, Ichigo had avoided the boy he loved so dearly. Honestly, when Grimmjow was around him, which was always, he didn't wish to be too close to Ulquiorra. He felt like he was a burden. Even now, when Grimmjow was gone… When Grimmjow died, he wanted nothing more than to run to the boy and hold him in his arms, to be there for him. But, unfortunately, that was when Ulquiorra started to avoid him. For what reason, he didn't know. Perhaps he felt as if Ichigo wanted to take Grimmjow's place in his heart?

Ichigo sighed, feeling his heart throb painfully within his chest. It hurt him deeply to see Ulquiorra breaking, and what hurt even more was that he couldn't do anything to help stifle his pain in the least…

"Kurosaki."

Brown eyes snapped wide and to attention to the sound of his voice, coming from the one and only person he knew would ever address him like that.

"Ulquiorra…" He breathed, unwilling to restrain his relief as he stood quickly from his seat, the chair clattering loudly to the floor with the abrupt movement. But neither he nor the other boy winced from the sound. Class had just been dismissed, and even though it was unbearably quiet, they didn't seem to notice the sudden noise.

"Come with me outside?" The petite boy murmured, his question almost unheard, as he was so quiet and his eyes were fixed on the floor.

"Yeah, of course."

As Ichigo followed him outside the school building, he had to try very hard to stifle his urges. Ah, no, wait! Don't see that the wrong way, please! His urges to hold the boy, to comfort him, those types of urges…. The urges to grab his hand, to keep him close, to wrap an arm around him, anything.

His thoughts were nullified as they reached the double doors that lead to the outside, and he walked side by side with Ulquiorra to the far end of the brick wall. The next thing he knew, the raven-haired boy gave him a look, one he couldn't quite comprehend, and stood on the tips of his toes until their lips connected softly.

His breath hitched in his throat, his body froze, seeming unable to know how to react.

But those smooth, soft lips against his were patient. They coaxed him out of his trace with each subtle movement against his mouth, and immediately, he awakened. "Oh, god." Ichigo breathed, his hands slowly placing themselves on Ulquiorra's hips as they drew him closer. Without thinking, or asking permission for that matter, he shoved his tongue into the boy's mouth. It was rude, and for a split second he considered breaking away from him to apologize.

He didn't get the chance, however, for another tongue intertwined with his own, resulting in a groan that involuntarily left his throat. He shuddered, unable to completely grasp the concept that the boy he'd loved for so long was finally acknowledging him in the way he wanted. He was kissing him, really, truly kissing him, allowing him this luxury.

All too soon, Ulquiorra broke away. He met those startling green eyes again, and finally, he understood what the look he gave him earlier meant.

I'm doing this for you.

Ulquiorra wasn't making out with him because he had romantic feelings for him like Ichigo did for the boy in front of him. He was making out with him because he knew Ichigo had feelings for him, and because, for whatever reason, he felt he owed him at least this much.

Suddenly, Ichigo felt furious at the boy for pulling a stunt like this on him, for playing around with his emotions like he were some kind of experiment.

But before he could give Ulquiorra the tongue lashing he wanted to, the boy looked up at him with sorrow drowning his green, green eyes. His words died in his throat.

"I'm sorry." Ulquiorra murmured, his voice hoarse. "I'm so… So, sorry, Ichigo."

He didn't have time to be overjoyed that Ulquiorra had finally called him by his first name because as soon as the apology left the boy's lips, he noticed the pistol he held in his hands. Stunned by shock and fear, Ichigo stared at the other male, his lips parted in a scream that was drowned by the echoing of the gun going off.

And then, Ulquiorra fell, the wound in his heart bleeding physically for a change.