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Title: Office

Author: Ezj-Key

Status of story: WIP

Rating(s): None yet but NC-17 to come... no pun intended

Pairing(s): Grimmjow/Ulquiorra

Beta: By XxWhiteStripesxX
thank you so much

Spoilers: None intended anyway.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any of its
characters and I make no profit on this story whatsoever.

Warning: warnings for this author. AU and probably OOC

Word Count: counting between
the ****** at start and ending.

-this chapter - 3449

-whole story – Anticipating around 12648... XD

Summary: Grimmjow is trapped in an office environment. And guess who his bossy
boss is. Which one will cave first?

Authors Note: Some people can be very annoyed at the OOC warning,
but I’ll tell you that if I were able to write them in character I would be author
of this story, which I’m definitely not. And its slash a.k.a
love between boys so if you don’t like don’t read. And the only annoying about
flames is that I hate summer and hot days.

Special Note: Many thanks’ to XxWhiteStripesxX
for beta:ing
this.





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Grimmjow tugged at his tie for what seemed to be the
10th time just that morning alone. It made him uncomfortable and it wasn’t
exactly his style, but he had to wear one at this office. Even though he had
worked here for the last 13 months, he would never get used to wearing this
shit. If his old man hadn’t made him swear on his death-bed that he would try
to at least work 2 years in an office environment, he wouldn’t be here. His
father, Jack Jaegerjaques, had been a brilliant businessman in his days, but cancer
stopped his career. Just before Jack died he phoned his old friend Aizen, which
he had worked with from time to time, asking for a favor. The
favor involving Grimmjow and a job at Aizen’s company.

Aizen had immediately found a spot for him to fill on
one of the support floors. That floor had been going rather downwards. An
intern investigation had shown that the floor manager wangled the money and
paperwork. So it was a perfect favor in the right time. Switching the
floor-manager quietly was something they both gained on. Grimmjow had taken
some business classes at school so at least he had some experience with the
whole business thing even if it wasn’t what he had planned as a future. Not
that he had anything planned though, but it was the principle of the thing. He
wanted freedom, not some shitty nine to five job in a stuffed office.

Although his office were rather nice. Okay, it was more than nice, but that’s beside the
point. He had been perfectly happy roaming about doing odd jobs here and there.
The only repeating interest he had were the gym and Kendo. Working out some
days a week had left him with a healthy fit body and some heavy muscles. He
unabashedly liked to show it off to anyone and bedded those that caught his
eye. Adjusting the tie again, he looked out over the office workspace. People
were bustling about working like busy bees. In the time he had been working
here their floor had quickly risen in standard and even passed some off the others
in efficiently.

He’d found a rhythm and pace that suited him, and had
surprisingly made this work fit right into his life. Checking the clock he
sighed and walked to the conference room taking a seat and waited for the
meeting to start. He still had some freedom, and it was much easier to train
and maintain your fitness, and have a social life when you got a steady job.
Not that he’d admit it out loud, not wanting his father to have one up on him,
so he made the best of it. He could consider doing this for more than a year if
the experience wasn’t strained for one thing, or rather one person. Ulquiorra, the CEO’s son and vice president of this firm.

‘Ulquiorra. What a stupid name. His parents must have been a little too high when
naming him.’

Grimmjow didn’t really contemplate that his name
wasn’t really the most common of names either. Shifting in his chair he tried
to stay awake at this fucking boring meeting. What was it all about again?
Peeking discreetly at his papers he furrowed his eyebrows. Budget?
Why was he even here? Wasn’t it something for only board members to go at? Last
he checked he was only working as a floor manager. Hardly someone that should
sit in this totally boring shit; it was also a meeting for the whole firm not
just his floor. He couldn’t even doodle at a meeting like this. And if he
couldn’t he had a hard time keeping his brain active as it just wanted to shut
off and sleep. Rubbing his eyes he strained his ears trying to at least keep up
appearances somewhat.

~* Ulquiorra *~

He couldn’t for the life of it figure out why his
father wanted to have that ‘trash’ attending a meeting of this
importance. The low-life were just fidgeting and kept on popping joints like he
would rather be somewhere else than here at this meeting. He honestly thought
his father made a mistake when he allowed the brute a place in this company,
even if it was an important favor to deceased old friend. He respected Jack
Jaegerjaques as a firm but fair businessman, who often worked with his father.
They had plenty a favors to spare for one another, and just before his death
Jack had asked Aizen to let Grimmjow have a go at an office job, like a last
desperate attempt to steer Grimmjow into a steady job.

Jack had worked the last 4-5 years trying to get his
son into his business, although Grimmjow had thwarted every attempt without
much thought. But when Jack got cancer and he lay before death, even Grimmjow
couldn’t refuse to fulfill a dying mans last wish. Ulquiorra snorted discreetly
(he was at a meeting after all and knew how to behave). Grimmjow hadn’t been a
bad worker really, but he had no respect for seniors or authority. But somehow
the crew on his floor was the best in the whole building, and they even had
great respect for their boss. It nagged him a great deal that someone so ‘unpolished’
could get such respect though being so ignorant. It was therefore his
father had wanted him in on this meeting.

The other floors in the building were efficiently
working at around 80% a week, which was a normal standard. But Grimmjow’s floor
was at a constant 90-93% a week. Ulquiorra couldn’t help but glare at the man.
How did he do it? To get respect you needed to earn it. Demand it. Grimmjow
went by feelings and gut. Gut he could somewhat calculate since his father run
his business like that. But with feelings? In business
they were a waste of time and often led to bad decisions. But how could he
make it work? How did he get such a response from his underlings with
just feelings and disrespect for authority? Grimmjow looked over at him then,
furrowing his eyebrows as in asking what he was looking at. Not wanting to lose
to ‘trash’ like that he kept on staring.

What did that man have that people naturally opened up
to and gave him good response? Grimmjow had somewhat charisma he guessed. What
else could explain his success for something he wasn’t even interested in?
Facially he had a strong jaw and wide chin, nose that fit to the face, plain
blue eyes that when they stared (like now) could even make a grown man squirm in
his seat. Ulquiorra’s frown deepened. What was his secret? It was bugging him
to no end. He thought he had it all pinned down and analyzed to function
perfectly. When he was a floor-manager he had a steady result too. Only 87% though, his mind happily supplied. Then out of
nowhere this Neanderthal comes in and just blew his whole system and made a
better score. And he even had the audacity to stare him down.
Even though he had gone from frowning to questioningly what was…

SMACK!!!

Ulquiorra startled and lifted his gaze from Grimmjow
to the front where his father held a thick folder, which obviously had been the
source of loud noise that broke his thoughts.

“Good to have you with us again Ulquiorra. Would you
mind take the presentation now?” Aizen said looking at him with a raised
eyebrow.

Ulquiorra’s eyes widened and he looked stunningly
around the room at all the eyes that lay upon him. Had he been spacing out?
Looking back at Grimmjow and the wide grin on his face said it all. He had
zoned out into his own thoughts and forgotten to listen to the meeting. This
was the first time that he ever forgone his duty, and at such an important
meeting none the less. Hoping his quick but deadly glare would combust Grimmjow
into nothing but ashes, he stood up clearing his throat lightly and quickly
started presenting the latest numbers, ignoring Grimmjow quite chuckle.

~* Grimmjow *~

Watching Ulquiorra trying to collect himself was
making up for this whole boring meeting. He had noticed Ulquiorra’s stare and
had met it with a gaze of his own. Seemingly he tried to stare him down. Not
one to forgo a challenge, much less from the uptight emotionless bastard,
Grimmjow amused him with a stare of his own. Holding his gaze in what seemed
like hours he realized Ulquiorra wasn’t as much glaring at him, as seemingly
looking through him. Furrowing his eyes did neither irate the other man nor did
he seem to catch it at all. And when Aizen called for him and he didn’t stop
staring, Grimmjow realized he was in deep thought.

And it defiantly irritated him. He was probably trying
to calculate why he was here. The uptight little shit. Acting all high and
superior towards other ‘lesser’ beings. Aizen even called a third and a fourth
time louder, and still no reaction. Grimmjow begun to wonder what problem he
had. Or had he actually spaced out? What could drive the perfect emotionless
job machine to actually space out like a normal human being? When Aizen took
his folder and smacked it loudly at the table, even he startled a little, but couldn’t
keep his eyes off Ulquiorra to see the reaction. Wide eyes looked surprised and
soon darted around the room. So he had been spacing out. Interesting.
He couldn’t hold his grin, and only widened it at Ulquiorra’s dirty look as he
stood.

~* Aizen *~

As his son monotony presented the last quarter’s
status, he amused himself by analyzing Grimmjow and Ulquiorra’s cooperation. He
knew they’d never really gotten along. That with Grimmjow’s relaxed outgoing
personality contra his son’s almost robotic monotone life, he knew for certain
that Grimmjow rubbed his son the wrong way and that’s exactly what he wanted
him to do. Both Jack and he had ulterior motives with this arrangement. Jack
knew that if Grimmjow would just try the office life he would find it more
satisfying than he thought and would consider staying longer.

Aizen himself wanted someone that wasn’t afraid of
authority and would force Ulquiorra to actually take an interest in other human
beings, which he still highly doubted would ever happen. But analyzing the
previous staring contest had him wondering if it maybe wouldn’t be so
impossible anyway. For Ulquiorra to lose himself in thoughts like that were
something he’d never seen in his son’s 29 years of life. That was amusing. Jack
would have loved this.

~* Grimmjow *~

Having noted Aizen’s amused smile, like many times
before, he made a mental note to avoid said man for the rest of the day. Those
smiles only meant trouble. God that whole family was strange. Rubbing his face
with both hands he leaned back in the chair sighing loudly, only to growl at
the distinct cough that sounded from his open door. Dragging his hands lower so
he could peek over his fingers he glared at the intruder, Ulquiorra. Sighing
again he lowered his hands and sat upright in his chair waving the stoic
younger man in.

“Whadda’ ya
want?” Grimmjow smirked at the sour face Ulquiorra produced at his question.

“You really should learn to speak properly.” Ulquiorra
said wrinkling his nose.

“Aww like you? Then I better get a stick like yours shoved up my ass to.” Grimmjow
leant back on his hands behind his neck grinning.

“Must you be so crude? Even for trash you should be
able to speak better.” Ulquiorra snorted.

“Whadda’ ya
want?” Grimmjow gritted out hating the reference to trash.

“Hn. I want to have a copy of the lecture you’re going to
have.” Stare.

“I donn’ wanna
do no lecture. Can’t someone else do that? I bet that’s not even in my job
description anyway.” Grimmjow waved his hands smiling triumphal at his last
statement.

“Your floor is the one that’s holding this… quality.
So you’re going to hold a lecture for the other managers. We on the board
decided it’s your job now.” Ulquiorra stated never breaking eye contact.

Grimmjow chuckled at Ulquiorra’s obvious distaste that
Grimmjow had set a standard. But he couldn’t help making a face when that he
had to do the lecture. It wasn’t his thing. Those were for boring people like
Ulquiorra. Looking at said man he couldn’t help fearing that a job like this
could turn him into a being like him. He shuddered at the thought. He didn’t
even think the bastard ever been on a date. Did he even know what a date
was? He weren’t that bad looking if you liked the stoic emo type of guy.
Someone out there had to be desperate enough to go even for that. Dull greenish eyes, black hair that reached his small jaw and
ghostly white skin.

“Tch. Whatever. I’ll give it to you when I got time.” Grimmjow rubbed at his neck
stretching his muscles.

“I would prefer if I could get it by tonight. The
lecture’s in 2 days.” Ulquiorra bite off.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get it to you rela~x.”
He waved him off and rearranged some pens and cups on his desk.

“Don’t postpone it Grimmjow! Do it by tonight.”
Ulquiorra frowned at him disapprovingly.

“Yeah yeah when I got time.” Grimmjow waved his hand halfheartedly at Ulquiorra in
dismissal.

~* Ulquiorra *~

He narrowed his eyes at Grimmjow’s insolence. Who did
he think he was? He was the Vice President. Grimmjow should treat him
like an authority figure and talk to him in a respectful manner. But he got
neither. He had talked to his father about it, but Aizen had just chuckled and
said that as long as he didn’t outright make a scene or didn’t do his job only
then would he be fired. Ulquiorra hated it.

All the other employees working here wouldn’t dare
treat him like that. He’d never met someone like Grimmjow, and it irked him to
no end that he just shrugged him off, and then retaliated. That was new.
Gnashing his teeth he made a hasty exit when Grimmjow picked up the phone and
dialed what he could only suspect were one of the lays he amused himself with.
Sick of hearing him coo and make lewd comments Ulquiorra left and slammed the
door a little too hard, but surprisingly… he felt a little better.

~* Aizen *~

Aizen saw his son’s little hissy fit and
smiled.

“What are you smiling about now, hm?”
Gin asked as he saw Aizen’s smile, which in Gin’s book were the troublemaker
smile.

“Ho, you think I’m up to something?” Aizen looked over
at Gin smiling when Ulquiorra had stomped out of sight.

“I most certainly do, and I think it has something to
do with your and Jake’s son as well.”

“Ahhh you know me to well old friend.” Aizen turned
and walked towards his office, Gin following.

“Whatever you’re doing it’s clearly affecting
Ulquiorra at least.” Gin’s fox smile only widened.

“So you think so too.” Aizen opened his door walking
in and closing it after Gin.

“Well if the tics he’s been having and the slightly
childish tendencies development… I’d say… yes.” Gin said as he sat down in a
chair across from Aizen’s desk.

“Yes he’s finally…”

Aizen got interrupted as the door opened without a
knock and Ulquiorra entered and closing it roughly behind him, and then stomped
up to his desk. If he didn’t know for himself that this was abnormal behavior
for said son, he’d realized it by seeing Gin’s open his eyes to take it all in.
Ulquiorra looked serious ‘nothing new there’ but he also looked quite flushed. Before
he could ask what’s wrong Ulquiorra started rambling.

“The audacity of that man is beyond my wildest
imagination.” Ulquiorra growled as he waved his arms. Then the pacing began...
Aizen and Gin’s mouths fell askew as they followed him as he stomped around.

“I mean… I asked him to write a copy of the lecture
he’s going to have, because we all know someone have to chaperon what he’s
going to say, because honestly he’s just going to tell them to screw
management and not do their jobs. I don’t care if his floor has upped in
efficiently; it’s got to be a mistake. I mean it must be the workers that do it
and he’s just taking the credit.” Ulquiorra prowled and rolled his shoulders,
his whole body screaming frustration.

At hearing Ulquiorra say screw Gin’s eyes shot
open wider telling Aizen how uncharacteristic this whole thing were.

“I told him to do it by tomorrow, and do you know what
he said, what he told me? Me?” Ulquiorra stopped and looked Aizen
dead in the eye pointing towards himself.

Aizen didn’t know if it was a rhetorical question or
if he really wanted an answer, but before he could make up his mind Ulquiorra
continued.

“He told me that he’ll do it when he got time. Then he
said I should relax. If he got time to talk nonsense, then he has time to write
the lecture. But then he phoned some person and started cooing
and talking about that they were going to get it on tonight and
waved me away. HE waved ME away. Oh… ooh he said I
have a stick up my ass. I’ll show him who it is that got a stick up his ass. If
he think he can get away with this he’s sadly mistaken, I’ll get him that…
that… bastard.” With gnashing teeth and with his voice pitching and dropping
Ulquiorra had his audience all ears.

Turning around and walking away Ulquiorra had already
got out and slammed the door (for the ‘3rd time’ in mere minutes) before Aizen
and Gin even could blink themselves out of their chocked stares.

“I’d say you definitely succeeded in making him
react.” Gin was still staring at the door like it was going to open and repeat
the event.

“Yeah… I must say this was a little more than I
anticipated.” Aizen kneaded his mouth and chin. “Do you think he’s going under
from pressure? Grimmjow may be a little too much.” He laid his face in his
hands resting his elbows on the desk. Gin rose and rounded the desk, walking up
behind Aizen he started kneading his shoulders.

“Aww you’re a good father that tries to get your only
son into an institution from a nervous breakdown. It’s completely natural.” Gin
kneaded harder making Aizen groan leaning back into the masseuse.

“I like how you’re on my side in this and trying to
spare my feelings” Aizen faintly smiled closing his eyes.

“Well I could help you out” Gin purred as he spun
Aizen around and straddled him.

“And how are you going to do that?” Aizen smiled
caressing Gin’s back.

“Well there’s this and then there’s the other thing
you’re completely missing about the little monsters.” Gin said wiggling his
eyebrows.

“And what’s that?” Aizen took a steady hold of Gin’s
hips narrowing his eyes.

“Well it’s more like school kid crushes’.” Gin leaned
in ghosting his lips over Aizen’s. “Hurt the one you like”

Aizen raised an eyebrow. “You really think so?” He
said and brushed Gin’s lips.

“Mhmm” Gin deepened the
kiss. When they came up for air he sighed as he saw the look in Aizen’s eyes
telling him what he thought about that.

“Let the kids amuse themselves. They can only grow up
if they can try and make mistakes for themselves. You’ll see that they’ll soon
make up and play nice with each other.” He tried distracting him by wiggling
his hips.

“But Ulquiorra is too young and I don’t really think
Grimmjow’s the right person for him. He better stay away from him.” Aizen
murmured.

“Don’t worry love, those crushes don’t’ have to
mean sex. It’s just a saying.” Gin crossed his fingers behind Aizen’s back.
Personally he hoped for Grimmjow to fuck Ulquiorra’s brains out. They both
needed it and they completed each other in many ways just like him and Aizen.
But Aizen had this weird father complex usually reserved for daughters towards
Ulquiorra so this had to be behind his back for the time being.

“As you say Gin I trust your expertise” Aizen smiled
as Gin attacked his lips full force again. ‘Oh well he’s right it can’t get any
worse. Probably’



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TBC







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