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Title: Office

Author: Ezj-Key

Status of story: WIP

Rating(s): NC-17, M

Pairing(s): Grimmjow/Ulquiorra

Beta: In progress 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 - 3484

-whole story – so far 9804

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: It’s being beta:ed. And finally I sent both
this and the last chapter so

it’s reaching an end. That hopefully will be up sooner too XD.





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No such luck. Grimmjow was quite on time and was
holding his head as three thousand elephants was marching thru his skull. On
top of that Ulquiorra had been slamming folders on his desk (and he could swear
that he slammed them extra hard to) telling him in a clipped tone they had to
be done before the end of the day. Now what the hell was his problem all of a
sudden? Yeah they didn’t get along all too well regularly, but this absolute
hatred he literally could feel roll of Ulquiorra were rather strange. And it
had started the minute he walked in this morning.

The arctic coldness and clipped tone, and he seemed to
take utterly pleasure in rising his voice and make loud noises. Prissy
Ulquiorra knew he got one hell of a hangover somehow. He tried to remember last
night but it was all fuzzy. He could recall that someone went home with him last
night but no one was there this morning. Gritting his teeth as another folder
met the same fate on his desk; he rubbed the base of his nose.

-“Do you mind?” He asked rather sternly keeping from
sounding all to pained.

-“Not at all.” Ulquiorra answered and slammed down another one.

-“What the hell’s wrong with you? Do you need to make
that much ruckus??” Grimmjow now rubbed his face with both hands, almost
whining.

-“Yes.” Was the clipped answerer he got, and another folder
slammed on his desk.

Laying his head down (on the desk) he sighed deeply.
Damn. Looking pleadingly up at the other man he begged with his eyes hoping for
pity. Ulquiorra leaned his head to the side, almost looking cute, and like he
would take pity on him, but as quickly as it come it disappeared and he slammed
another folder down.

-“For fuck’s sake, can’t you lay them all down at the
same time!?” Grimmjow growled and slammed his hands down on the desk groaning
as it made his head hurt all the more.

Right then his phone rang. He narrowed his eyes at
Ulquiorra daring him to make a fuss as he answered.

-“Grimmjow! Ahh hey baby.” Grimmjow’s
tone fell from irritated to mushy in two seconds flat. Ulquiorra’s eyebrow
twitched.

-“You wanna go out tonight.
‘Course baby anything for you. I’ll pick you up at
seven. Yeah see ya’ then.”

Grimmjow closed his phone and looked at Ulquiorra
again.

-“So where were we?” Grimmjow looked at the other half
dreamingly.

-“Hmpf” was Ulquiorra’s
answer as he slammed the rest of the folders down and stormed out.

**********

Grimmjow tried for the millionth time these last two
weeks to figure out how the hell he got home that Thursday from the bar. Or
rather whom had he gone home with? He could recall white, soft skin but that
was all, the rest was just a blur. But not only that, two whole weeks with a
really pissed Ulquiorra was more than his nerves could handle. And it just
irked him that he couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with the other
man. It’s like someone gone and shoved ‘whatever the hell was up his ass’
further and lodged it there.

Grimmjow was marching down towards Ulquiorra’s office.
That’s it; he was tired of his hissy fits and just had to confront the little
shit right now before he blew a lid and did something he really would regret
doing. Throwing the door open forcefully it slammed hard into the wall and
bounced back, narrowly missing Grimmjow as he stalked up to Ulquiorra’s desk.
Said man twitched in his chair before he leveled Grimmjow with an angry glare.

-“What do you want trash? And mind the door.” He
rearranged the papers he’d dropped at the abrupt enter.

-“You little shit!” Grimmjow growled as he walked up
to the desk and slammed his hands down leaning forward looking like a cat
stalking its prey.

-“What are you saying, trash? Ulquiorra slowly rose
from his chair his eyes bore into Grimmjow’s with the power of arctic ice.

-“I said you’re a little shit. What the hell’s been up
with you lately? Did someone go and show another stick up your ass?” Grimmjow
growled and rolled his shoulder blades antsy.

-“What’s been up
with me? If there’s someone who should be asking anyone that
in this room it’s me.” Ulquiorra slowly rose from his chair.

-“Like I’ve been behaving strangely these last
weeks? Grimmjow pointed at himself. –“You’re the one acting like a damn stuck
up ass. And more so than usual.” He prowled up and
down alongside the desk.

-“Strangely? How have I been behaving strangely? I’ve done nothing
out of the ordinary for trash like you.” He leaned on his hands following
Grimmjow stalk back and forth.

-“Trash. That’s the only thing you have to say about people?
That they’re trash, well listen good mister ‘cause you’re behaving exactly as
us other trash people right now.” He
stopped and glared at him.

-“I do no such thing. I don’t go around disrespecting
authorities or sleep around like some dog!”
Ulquiorra wrinkled his nose.

-“It’s not hard to disrespect you with that attitude.
Not realizing it’s just you huh? And what do you mean by dog you little…”
Grimmjow caught himself. ‘Why had that come up again?’ Thinking back had him
realizing their little spats over the weeks had often led to Grimmjow’s sex
life.

-“Remind me, why are you so interested in my sex life
all the sudden?” Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow as Ulquiorra’s face heated up
considerably.

-“thhnn… thhh… that’s preposterous. I have no
interest in your sex life. So don’t
even go there.” He leaned further on his arms sputtering at Grimmjow.

-“Then why have you brought it up so much?” Grimmjow’s
interest was quirked now. He really wanted to know. He leaned over the desk on
the other side.

-“I haven’t brought your love life up. It’s you that’s
so caught up in it you make it sound like all is about you.” Ulquiorra leaned
forward some more, leaving his stomach leaning on the edge.

-“Well it must be about me ‘cause all this bitchiness
you got going right now is all about me. So what the hell did I do to you?”
Grimmjow leaned a bit forward himself trying to stare the smaller man down.

-“You didn’t do anything
to me you crude beast, not all of us fall for your twisted charms.” Ulquiorra
averted his eyes a little to the left biting his words like acid.

-“I wasn’t meaning any sexually why would you…” He
started confused but then it dawned on him. –“You’re the one that brought me
home that Thursday night?” He gaped at Ulquiorra as said man blushed profusely
and averted his gaze altogether. It took him lesser than three seconds to make
up his mind.

In a fast move Grimmjow grabbed hold of Ulquiorra’s suit
jacket and hauled him over the desk, spinning and twisting him so he had his
back against the surface of the desk with his legs dangling over the side.
Leaning over him between his slightly spread legs, he grabbed the ravens’ hands
with his left and with his right he took a hold of his chin, holding his gaze
for a moment before he dove in for a bruising kiss.

Ulquiorra’s brain shut down temporary as his world
made a trip around and he found himself pinned to his own desk looking up into
Grimmjow’s blue eyes. But before he had the slightest chance to make an angry
retort he was kissed. And then his brain took a holiday. Grimmjow’s seemingly
expert lips raised his body temperature exceedingly. It spread from his lips,
down his chest, travelling through his whole system making him feel like goo.
Then the larger man began to gnaw his lips gently making him gasp.

Grimmjow took advantage of the gasp to delve his
tongue in to twirl around Ulquiorra’s own. He prodded gently and slowly he got
a response from the raven, who shyly begun to move his own tongue, slowly
mimicking his own movements. Feeling the smaller mans breathing beneath his own
chest he suspected that he was running out of air, so he slowly broke it off,
but only raised enough to hover above him and still feel the warm puffs of air
as he breathed. Grimmjow couldn’t hold back the grin that formed on his face as
he looked down on the blushing Ulquiorra. Seeing that glassed over look on the
fair man made him feel hotter than anything before.

Not being able to withhold any longer he dove in for a
more heated kiss, stealing away what little breath Ulquiorra had regained.
Letting his right hand trail down his chin, his neck to his tie, losing it
enough to sweep it of the other man’s head up to his arms where he used it to
tie his arms together. Mission accomplished he let his left hand trail down his
body to help unbuttoning his jacket and shirt. Then let his hands roam the
smooth chest feeling the lithe muscle that lurked underneath the pale flesh.

He felt Ulquiorra moan into his mouth as he graced a
nipple. He shuddered as those tiny moans intensified as he pinched and worried
it between his fingers. Moving his lips down his chin he nibbled, and suckled
at the long slender neck, grinning as he left markings on the earlier unmarred
flesh. Attacking the other pebble, he continued down a collarbone reaching and
licking the first nub. Blowing cold air on it he felt him shudder and continued
over towards the other while his fingers worked open his trousers. Working down
his stomach he reached the open fly, gently releasing his erection to the cold
air in the room. Deftly he began to lick it.

Ulquiorra writhed and moaned on the desk, gripping the
edge as he were not able to lower them, as Grimmjow had fastened the loose end
of the tie in a drawer efficiently trapping his arms. As that wet tongue
trailed over his torso, he didn’t know where he should be at the moment. He
felt himself slip into some lust endued haze knowing only pleasure. But at the
same time he really wanted to be here to maybe stop Grimmjow. But then said man
engulfed the head of his erection, blanking his head, rendering thoughts
useless.

Feeling a hot wet tongue running down his member for
the first time had him shaking, sweating and whimpering in an uncharacteristic
way. But he could care less right now. And when that mouth deep throated him he
came whit a load moan and mewled Grimmjow’s name
rather brokenly. Grimmjow milked every last drop from him and lastly he lapped him clean, purring. Releasing him he moved up, yet
again resting chest against chest. Seeing Grimmjow’s lopsided grin he wanted to
lash out at him. But he felt lax and sated so he just laid there catching his
breath, looking into those blue eyes again that shone vividly.

-“Gods, you
don’t know how fucking sexy you look right now.” He grinned lazily at him.

Ulquiorra
could hear Grimmjow’s chest rumble as he said it. He lifted his head catching
the others lips in a slow kiss. As the kiss deepened he could feel Grimmjow’s
excitement against his own still sensitive crotch. Breaking the kiss Grimmjow
pleadingly looked at Ulquiorra.

-“Ohh gods you look so fucking sexy.” He groaned, nearly
whining, and started dry humping him.

-“What do you
want… Grimmjow?” Ulquiorra lowered his voice when he
spoke his name.

Grimmjow
shivered and really whined. He let his teeth nip at that delicious skin again,
as he removed the others pants.

-“You know
what I want, tease.” His voice rumbled.

-“So come and
take it.” Ulquiorra felt his cheeks get hotter as he saw the look on Grimmjow’s
face.

-“I believe I
will.” He nuzzled the newly exposed skin on Ulquiorra’s inner thighs.

Grimmjow
rummaged around in one of the drawers until he found some lotion. He distracted
the raven by gently stroking the man’s member; he unscrewed the cork and
covered his other fingers in it. Letting one of his fingers lightly stroke up
and down the cleft he circled the opening before slowly pushing one finger in.
Hearing Ulquiorra gasp he let it be still for a minute before he gently begun
to push it in and out. After a while he felt the other relax and he added
another while still kissing and nipping at his inner thighs. Grinning as the
other writhed and moaned he sucked in a bit of skin and suckled hard to
distract the other from the third finger.

Ulquiorra
felt himself sweat profusely as he writhed on the desk. The fingers inside of
him were very strange and a tad uncomfortable, but at the same time they
clashed with the pleasure he received on his erection and the feeling of being
marked on his thighs. The fingers stretched and scissor his insides, and he
felt himself long for more, something else, for Grimmjow. He started pleading
lost in lust and he tried impaling himself further on those lovely fingers.
Grimmjow seemed to speed up and soon they left him completely and he whined.

Grimmjow was
shaking and hurriedly tried to remove his pants. He yanked one of the legs so
hard he toppled over and crashed to the floor. Ignoring his acing elbow he
kicked the pants off and stood up looking over the delicious sight before him.
Ulquiorra, lying on his desk with those slim arms tied over his head, and the
luscious pale body stretched out. He spread the pale legs wider and slid in
between them, leaning over him letting him feel his erection slide between his
cheeks. His breath ghosted pale lips before he stole them in a fierce kiss.

-“You sure
you want this.” Grimmjow huskily whispered in his ear.

-“Yees… I want to. I really do.” Ulquiorra felt frustrated
over his needy voice but he really wanted this.

Grimmjow
kissed him one more time before leaning back up and positioning himself, he
then started pushing in slowly with small pauses, kisses and whispered words of
praise, but soon he was seated. And after letting the raven relax once more he
started rocking slowly. After some pushes the pressure yielded some more and he
slightly increased the pace and rocked harder into the lithe man’s body.

Ulquiorra’s
blunt nails dug into Grimmjow’s forearms and he clenched his eyes tightly while
the larger man pushed in slowly. He took some deep breaths and slowly forced
himself to relax. As Grimmjow started pushing into him faster he moaned and
soon clawed at the tanned shoulders. As he shifted slightly on the workface he
nearly shouted as Grimmjow hit something in him that made him see stars and had
him arch his back.

Feeling
Ulquiorra dig his nails deep in his shoulders and arch into him as he made that
half guttural moan, Grimmjow lost it and gripped the lean hips tightly and
trusted faster and harder into him. The half-broken moans sent shivers down his
back and he felt slim legs come up and wrap around his own hips. The sensations
of being in this body, inside Ulquiorra’s body made him come closer to his end
faster than he’d anticipated. But feeling Ulquiorra arch completely off the
surface into him as he felt him cume on his stomach
had him ramming into him a few trusts more before he came to, spilling inside
the now spent panting man beneath him.

After lying
on the desk in a rumpled heap trying to regain their breaths, Grimmjow lazily
kissed Ulquiorra before he entangled himself and helped his newest lover to the
joining bathroom (how convenient) to wash off. Satisfied they merely kissed
leisurely and helped wash each other before they dried off and redressed.

They slowly
begun to fidget as the awkwardness settled in. Grimmjow was more used to having
drunken lays that were gone before he woke up but this… yeah this was new for
him. He guessed that for Ulquiorra it was more than new.

-“I guess I
should do some more paperwork… um… They’re in quite the mess… um…” Ulquiorra
began picking up some of the things that had fallen on the floor.

-“Yeah I
should probably finish some paperwork myself um…” Grimmjow scratched
embarrassingly at the back of his head trying a small smile.

They stood
silently looking at each other. As if on cue Grimmjow’s phone rang breaking the
awkward silence.

-“Grimmjow. Ah heey baby what’s up?” Grimmjow broke into
a smile.

As Grimmjow
chatted away happily Ulquiorra could feel his anger rising. He talked like that
with some huzzie
and setting up an date after they just had…. Had… some
form of physical exchange. He glared daggers at the taller man as he ended the
call and turned back to him.

-“What? Do I have something on my face?” Grimmjow roamed his right hand over
his facial features.

-“Who was
that?” Ulquiorra asked with a very clipped tone,
almost gnashing teeth.

-“Just Melody. What’s up with you?” Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at the smaller man
trying to figure out what bit him in the ass just now.

-“And the date this weekend? What was that about?” Ulquiorra clenched his fists.

-“Just lunch,
what’s it got to do with you?.. Ahhh… you’re jealous.”
Grimmjow grinned.

-“I’m most
certainly not, but I do have a courtesy to not… not…”
Ulquiorra stuttered.

-“Not wh~at?” Grimmjow sang. –“Say it I dare ya.”

-“To n… not
commit sexual intercourse with one person and in the next heartbeat set a date
for the next conquest.” He venomously spat out.

-“Easy there tiger. No reason to be jealous. Melody is my sister. I haven’t seen her for a
while and she just phoned me saying she’s in town this weekend, wanting to
catch up during lunch. So we can still continue with our intercourse. I’m not dating right now.” He threw him his most sexy
look.

-“You’re
sister?” Ulquiorra’s cheeks heated.

-“Yes baby,
my sister, so let’s go home to me and fuck some more right now.” Grimmjow
grinned widely.

-“You… you… you… I… you…” For someone who had his
emotions under tight control, was it quite humorous to see him red in the face
and gesturing wildly with his hands, and let’s not forget the stuttering.

–“Fantastic lover.” Grimmjow offer along with his most dashing smile,
which faltered quickly as he ducked a stapler that was aimed for his head.

–“You cretin… you…
you lewd oaf with muscles for brains. You, you…”

–“Sexy beast.” He continued dodging office supplies making his way
to the door. As books and other heavy stuff came flying he
somewhat regretted egging him on. He got the door open just as something
awfully familiar came swishing by his ear, over the railing and rushed to its
destiny at several feet’s below.

–“My… my phone.” Grimmjow looked over the railing down on his smashed
phone. He were about to turn around but got interrupted as a book hit the small
of his back.

–“Arghh… Ulquiorra god dam
nit, stop!” He turned and caught the flailing fists of the quickly
approaching raven.

–“Now come to your senses. You just pitched my phone
over the railing.” Grimmjow growled.

-“Huh! You afraid you won’t remember your bitches’ numbers!”
Ulquiorra spat.

Grimmjow wanted to hit him, desperately. But he could
also see the turmoil shown, surprisingly, in those opaque eyes, caused by his
confused emotions. So he sighed and caught his lips in a searing kiss instead.
Ulquiorra struggled but slowly ceased, to finally lean into it closer. The bluenette kept it chaste and drew back once Ulquiorra
settled down. He sighed cutely and slowly opened those emerald eyes of his and
locked them with Grimmjow, who rested his hands on the raven’s cheeks, slowly
stroking his thumb over the kiss swollen lips. Those gorgeous eyes closed again
and he leaned in for another, but Grimmjow drew back and leaned his forehead
against the others instead, sighing quietly.

He didn’t know what to say and just stood like that
for awhile. Soon he righted himself and walked out of the office with neither
glance nor words. He walked as on automatic through the corridor down to the
elevator, as the elevator descended the 12 floors he looked straight forward as
in deep thoughts. Not until he had exited the elevator, picked up the broken
phone and got to his bike did it occur that he’d even rode the elevator.
Ulquiorra rested his arms against the railing and followed Grimmjow’s exit with
his eyes. His brain was running on overdrive while reaching a decision. Which
he hoped was the right one.



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TBC







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