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typing! This chapter is set in the days prior to the class, and no class has not been dismissed yet. :p

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Sex Ed. 101. Chapter 2.

Tensions

***

Grimmjow stalked out of the large
training grounds, sliding his zanpakutou into its sheath. His body was dripping
sweat and his hakama were covered in dirt from the hours he had spent forcing his body to it�s limit. He�d burned as much energy as he could that
morning; pushing his speed in sonido, testing the
accuracy of his cero on some unfortunate inanimate objects, and battering his
physical form with hundreds of muscle building drills.

Afterward, he took up a place
on a high boulder within the training grounds; folding his legs beneath himself,
he placed Pantera across his lap and leant back on
his hands. Sunlight cut across half of the boulder he was perched upon; the
rock surface reflecting a harsh glare into the shadows that Grimmjow had chosen
to escape the heat. He breathed heavily through his nose before releasing it in
a contented sigh. No one would have pegged the Sixth Espada for utilizing
meditation, but the truth was he enjoyed loosing himself within his
subconscious, especially after a work out. He didn�t use proper technique or
edict; in fact he�d only learned that his habits were a mastered skill after
Ichimaru had interrupted him during one of his sessions and told him about the
ancient art. Very few knew about the Sixth�s rituals, but it wasn�t uncommon
for him to fall into the depths of his mind for hours as a time. �

��He�d woken up feeling agitated; how
could he not? With some chick sprawled across his chest and another stretched
out beside him, with her hand stuck obnoxiously to the side of his face. He�d
growled and swatted the hand away. Why couldn�t these chicks understand that
just because he�d fucked them it didn�t mean they were welcome to stay?

The blue-haired
Espada yanked off his dirty white jacket and used it to wipe the sweat from his
face. He didn�t know what was wrong with him lately; it seemed like he was
always pissed off or horny. Not that his normal nature was impassive, not by
any stretch of the word, but recently he had found himself easily inflamed and
particularly territorial of his wing of the castle. Grimmjow frowned as he made
his way back to his quarters. He had decided to do some hard training in order
to blow off some steam, maybe he just needed to kill something. He had
certainly come close that morning when he literally threw the two women he had
spent the night with out of his quarters.

The dark-haired
Arrancar- the same Arrancar who awoke him via a slap to the face- rolled over
and cuddled into his side. Fuckin� wench. Grimmjow�s anger boiled to the
surface and his arms shot out to shove both women to the floor.

�Ugh� The
redhead yelped, landing hard on her back. �Grimm?� She looked up at him with
questioning eyes, her dark haired companion only now just getting to her feet.

�What�s wrong,
baby?�

Grimm? Baby?! They had to be fucking kidding him! At lightning
speed he grabbed the one who had called him baby by the hair, and the other by the throat and stormed
to the door. �Come near me again and I�ll fuckin�
kill ya!� He yelled in their faces before promptly
throwing them out the door, both women landing in a tangle of naked limbs.

The memory had
anger welling in the Sixth�s throat- damn it, he thought he had calmed down. He
shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets; he needed a shower.

�Oh Grimm-chan, there ya are.�

Grimmjow froze. fuck; he did not want to deal with
this guy right now, and how did the slimy bastard always manage to creep up on
him?!

�Wha� the fuck do ya wan�,
Ichimaru?� Grimmjow�s voice was low and venomous.

�Oh, that�s not
a very nice greetin�.� The silver-haired
Shinigami chided, slipping casually from the shadows. �I just came ta say hi to me favorite Espada and this is the reception I
get?�

Grimmjow almost
stepped back when the grinning man shortened the space between them; it wasn�t
like he was scared of the guy, but he didn�t like the Shinigami being inside
his personal space. Others might have thought Grimmjow was all brute, but his
perception was more than most knew; he had taken notice of Ichimaru in the
past, the guy was not to be trusted that was for sure, but he could never
understand how someone so powerful could be so childish and even submissive.
The child-like antics were true to the Shinigami�s nature that was obvious, (a
piss annoying trait) but the submissiveness to Aizen? It didn�t fit in with
everything else Grimmjow had noted about the silver-haired man. If there was
anything Grimmjow hated in an opponent it was deception and miss-direction, two
things Ichimaru Gin excelled in. Grimmjow tried not to growl, he knew Ichimaru
was trying to aggravate him.

�Intense blue eyes narrowed, �Yeah, keep it up ya bastard�. Although Ichimaru
was the same height as him, the guy was far smaller in every other way and
Grimmjow relished in this, almost lusting for the Shinigami to goad him into a
fight.

�

Gin stepped closer
to the gruff looking Espada, taking in the perfectly toned body that was
covered in drying sweat and dirty scuff marks. Gin trailed his gaze slowly up
and down the broad, blue-haired Arrancar. He breathed him in- sweat, spice and
something exotically male- his mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. �I just
wanted ta tell ya that all
you kids have a class with me tomorrow afternoon.�

Grimmjow fought
the shiver that racked his body, what was with this guy? It felt like he was
checking him out; that was certainly an unnerving thought. He�d never
understand why so many people -of both sexes- found this guy sexually
appealing; his body was nothing if not unimpressive, his slitted
eyes were about as attractive as his ever-present, face splitting grin and his
personality? Well, if the devil had a smart-ass, conniving
little brother, Ichimaru Gin was his embodiment.

��Tch,
whatever.� Grimmjow dismissed roughly, stepping around the thin
Shinigami and continuing down the hall; he would have said more but he just
wanted to get away from the creepy bastard.

�I�ll see ya in class, Grimmy.� He heard
the sing-song voice call from behind him and resisted the urge to flip him off.

***

She hadn�t
understood at the time why she was being escorted to his chambers; why would he
need her help of all people? She was only a low level Arrancar, not even a
fracci�n and she didn�t have any special skills that an Espada of his level
would have use for. Asuka had been performing her daily errands for the infirmary when a male
Arrancar had spotted her and gave her a disturbing smile. The blond man quickly
approached and informed her that she was required for an important task.

Now, as she
painfully shifted to the edge of the bed and reached down for her discarded
clothes, the reason seemed blatantly obvious. Her tongue lapped out to catch
the blood that was seeping from a large tare in her lip and she grimaced as she
pulled her hakama over her hips. Slipping the top portion of her uniform over
her head she glanced over to the open bathroom door; the sound of the shower
being shut off made her heart thunder and she hurried to grab her sandals and
the sheets from the bed. He�d told her to be gone before he was out and to take
the soiled linen with her because, �it was
offensive�.

Stepping out
into the white corridors of Las Noches, the dark-haired woman let out a
shuddering breath, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She never would
have imagined the Fourth Espada to be such a sadistic lover.

***

Ulquiorra
breathed deeply and allowed the warm water to cleanse and relax him. He felt a
little better after venting some of his frustrations on the dark-haired female,
but now he was irritated that it had been necessary at all. A small frown
pulled at his dark brows as the memories of his recent behaviors resurfaced.
The normally temperate Espada had been feeling things. Feeling things. The idea in itself was completely absurd, for he had not felt anything
since his human years- so long ago now that he could hardly recall experiencing
even the briefest of sentiments.

In the past, he
disregarded the unseemly things that the other Espada would say or do as the
unavoidable stupidity of lower forms, but lately� lately those things would
send a sensation through his veins, one that commanded he react; and react with
violence.

Earlier that day
Ulquiorra had killed a male Arrancar for no reason other than being within his wing without official order, (apparently it was
quicker to pass through his wing when travelling to the laundry). Even now the
memory bought a spike of heat through his veins and had him flexing his fingers
to rid them of the sudden stiffness. The man had stopped to talk to a female
from his staff and the Fourth had acted without a word; snapping his neck with
a stomach-churning �crack�. The lifeless body fell audibly to the ground before
beginning to dissipating at the Fourth�s feet. Ulquiorra glared down at the
female, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly and green eyes darkening in a
menacing look that had the small female frozen in fear. A part of him had
wanted to give her the same treatment, but
why?� Her disloyalty?
He couldn�t even recall whether it was unapt for arrancar from his staff to
associate with other Espada�s servants; he had never taken notice of such
things, and now all of sudden he felt it necessary for this woman to know who
she belonged to�

Ulquiorra rolled
his neck to the side and sighed; warm water ran through his midnight hair and
cascaded over his slim but defined body. He ran a small pale hand over his
chest, unconsciously touching the edges of his hollow hole before a sensation
he knew well called for his attention. Ulquiorra was almost comforted by the
easily recognizable this felling was; rinsing the soap-suds from his body, the
Fourth Espada dried himself in the same mechanical way that he got dressed.
Sliding his zanpaktou into it�s rightful position on
his hip, Ulquiorra paused before leaving his quarters when he caught his own
refection in a large, wooden-framed mirror on his wall. Stotic
emerald green eyes stared lifelessly back at him; the ghostly forest coloured
windows showed nothing of the inner conflict beyond them and Ulquiorra tilted
his head slightly when he saw his brow pull together marginally. Perhaps he
should speak to the Eighth Espada about his recent, illness�

�How
troublesome.� He deadpanned before turning toward the door; his body was still
harassing him with the need for sustenance.

*****

�Fun ain�t it?� Gin�s grin stretched across his face as he
watched the Eighth Espada type away at the keyboard in front of him.

Szayel returned
his smile before turning back to watch the footage displayed before him. On the
screen, Ulquiorra was stepping over the fading carcass of a male arrancar he
had just killed; the female he had left in his wake was visibly shaking in
shock and fear.

�It certainly is
interesting to watch.� Szayel continued to type, �The class will be interesting
too.�

�I almos� feel bad for ya�s.� Gin�s
silver eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the pink-haired scientist.

Szayel turned
slowly in his swivel chair to face the ex-Shinigami Captain, �There�s no need
to include me in your sympathy.� He said pushing his chair way from the desk.
�Knowledge is power my dear, Ichimaru. It can get you anything�� Szayel�s
sadistic grin morphed slowly into a smile that would breathe fear into the
devil. �You should know that.�

Gin smirked and leant
back against the wall behind him; crossing his long legs, he gave the
pink-haired man a knowing look.

Szayel stood
slowly and moved to stand in front of him, his butterscotch eyes raked up and
down the powerful man before him. �An� is there somethin�
you want, Szayel?�

****

Grimmjow had
been pissed. Damn it, he had been feeling a little better after his work-out
until he had ran into that silver-haired snake. After he got back to his
quarters he took a breath and sighed heavily, he�d probably feel better after a
shower and maybe some food; yeah, the thought made him feel better already.

Feeling
refreshed from his hot shower Grimmjow strolled into the closest common room.
He could have sent for some food, but he hated waiting for things to come to
him and it wasn�t like he had anything better to do. There were a couple of
other bodies present but Grimmjow didn�t pay them any mind, his only focus was
on filling his stomach.

The common room
was around the size of three average suburban houses, and was supposed to
function as an entertainment room, though there wasn�t much that Grimmjow found
entertaining. Occasionally
he would use the pool tables with his fracci�n or the First Espada; the guy was
such a lazy fuck but, damn, he could play pool. Other Espada, however,
frequently used the common rooms for their walls of books, lounges and card
tables; there were two bars in this one, but Grimmjow had his own bar in his
quarters that was stocked with his favorite sake,
so there was really no need to raid the communal bars.

Grimmjow
breathed heavily through his nose as he stepped inside the room, it smelt
amazing; a mix of spices and maybe, barbeque? He entered the large kitchen, his
mouth watering unconsciously at the sight of the industrial sized fry-pan
filled with chicken legs- or at least, that�s what they looked like. Licking
his lips, he moved to lean over the small Arrancar woman who was currently
shifting the pieces around the pan; turning, basting and shaking a red spice
over the sizzling contents.

The brown-eyed
woman looked up and balked at what she saw; an excited and hungry looking
Espada that stood almost twice her height. She smiled weakly at him, praying
that the hunger in his eyes was for the chicken�s meat and not her own. The
food was for her own Espada; she was a member of his
cooking staff. Now it seemed, he would have to wait
for a second batch.

Holding back a
sigh, she bowed her head, but before she could offer the blue-haired Espada something
to eat a large plate was shoved in her face.

�Make it snappy,
woman.� Grimmjow grinned down at her, it looked so good. Actually, she didn�t
look so bad either. Maybe he could come back for her� after he ate the chicken
of course.

�Hai.� The woman spoke
softly and quickly went about filling the large plate.

She looked at
the plate- now filled with steaming meat- and then back at the pan. Half full.
Maybe she wouldn�t have to cook another batch. The blue-haired Espada was
brawny to look at, but if this was the only plate he was asking for he must not
be as bigger eater as her own Espada. Maybe she could whip together some pasta
as an addition� Carbonara was always a favorite�

�

Grimmjow quickly
strode to the other end of the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge and
grinned wildly when he found one remaining bottle of his favorite drink. It
came in two litre bottles and tasted fucking awesome. It was a white beverage
that he had no memory of from when he was alive, which was strange apparently
because Aizen had said it was as ancient as sak� and most of the other arrancar
knew of it. He could care less really, it tasted good
and that was all that mattered. He took a large swig of his drink and scoffed
when he remembered the bullshit story Nnoitra had tried to tell him about it
coming from some fat, hairy animal�s tits- god that guy was full of shit.

He frowned upon returning
to his awaiting plate, a single blue brow lifting questioningly at the young
cook. �Wha� am I, the Fourth? Don�t be stingy,
woman.�

Said woman
frowned briefly before apologizing and attempting to pile more food on to the
already full plate. Eventually Grimmjow pushed her aside to take over the
plating, stacking a most precarious and unstable pile of meat before grabbing a piece to shove in his mouth and
juggling his way back to one of the sofas.

***

Grimmjow groaned and
looked down at the pile of bones and half-dozen remaining chicken legs. Damn,
he was definitely taking that woman, if for no other reason than her cooking
skills. The blue-haired Espada leant back into the white couch he had flopped
onto, rubbing a hand over his stomach he belched loudly and closed his eyes-
yep, he was definitely feeling better.

�That was mine you
know.� A static voice spoke from beside him.

Or maybe not�

Grimmjow�s eyes snapped
open to see the Fourth Espada standing next to the tea table in front of him.
Blue eyes narrowed before Ulquiorra�s words registered with him.

�Come on Ulquiorra, as if ya were gunna eat all that meat.� Grimmjow scoffed,
a smirk on his lips.

�How much I eat is none
of your concern, Grimmjow.�

***

The first thing he saw when
he walked into the west common room was the Sixth reclining in one of the white
sofas, his knees sprawled open in his lax position, and his usual white uniform
hanging open exposing his chiseled torso. Ulquiorra was discomforted by the
strange sensation that washed over his body when the Sixth began to run a hand
over his defined abs; even if they were interrupted by his hollow hole, they
were still impressive. Impressive. He almost scoffed. Ulquiorra was not impressed by
anybody, least of all this brash Espada.

...Though that did not
explain the foreign sensation that was still lingering in his palms.

He had experienced this
particular sensation before, but not in this way, not from something so simple.
It wasn�t as if he hadn�t been with a male before; sex was sex, and he would
have whoever he wished at the time of his need. Not that his need came very
often, at least not until recently...but this was different. He never would
have imagined the Sixth could-

Ulquiorra fought the
urge to roll his eyes when Grimmjow belched loudly, and lulled his head back
against the lounge. He wasn�t sure if he was grateful to be rid of the sudden
stirring in his body, or annoyed at having it removed so disgracefully. Shoving
his hands in his pockets the Fourth breathed deeply, deciding that he was
grateful; the last thing he needed was another complication in his life, and
anything to do with the Sixth would most definitely be a complication.

Smelling his lunch, the
Fourth started to make his way towards the kitchen before freezing in front of
the Sixth�s table. A spike of heat rushed through his body and his jaw clenched
when his saw the plate of devoured chicken and small number of remaining
pieces.

�That was mine you
know.� Ulquiorra spoke threw a clenched jaw.

�Come on Ulquiorra, as if you were gunna
eat all that meat.� Grimmjow�s mocking grin began to form on his lips; that
grin that said he knew nothing beyond his own self importance.

�How much I eat is none
of your concern, Grimmjow.�

�There�s still about 5 pounds�a meat there.� Grimmjow threw his thumb over his
shoulder with an incredulous look on his face.

Ulquiorra felt his fists slowly
clench at his sides and an abrupt spike of reiatsu jolted through the room,
heavy and static. As quickly as it filled the room it vanished. At first he had
thought the wash of angry power had come from Grimmjow but seeing the Sixth�s
slightly surprised expression he quickly realized it was in fact his own. �

�Whoa ho hoe. Somebody
like�s their chicken.� Grimmjow�s mocked, barely
containing his laughter. This was just too fucking good. Gods- if only
he�d known he could get such a reaction from the Fourth this way in the past.

Grimmjow�s smirk quickly transformed into a
feral grin as he watched the Fourth try to control his anger; he couldn�t
remember ever seeing the Fourth so fiery. A marginal
scowl pulled at Ulquiorra�s black eyebrows and the corners of his petite mouth
pulled down. It was kind of cute.

The blue-haired Espada continued his banter.
�Can�t say I blame ya though,� He sighed, before
looking down at his stomach and patting it affectionately. �I almost cum in me
pants when I took tha� first bite.�

That wicked, canine filled grin resurfaced.
Grimmjow wanted to curl over laughing when he saw the dark-haired Espada�s jaw
clench and the muscles in his forearm flex. The only reason he wasn�t was that
regardless of his casual exterior, on the inside his every nerve was sparking-
ready for the impending battle.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

A/N

So
like I said, it�s �SmartCasualTrousers� at ff. net . Tehe. Next chapter shouldn�t be long because I have already
written a couple thousand words.

Next
chapter is, �Follow these simple instruction.� We see
what happens between Grimm and Ulqui, and go back to
finish the class. Who wants to see who has a talent for rubber fitting? :D Guesses??

Please
REVIEW!!!!!!� I need to know what works.
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