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Getting Caught	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Grimmjow stood in front of the Schiffer house, glaring up at it as it loomed, as white as the snow (which was still falling, dammit!) against the night sky. He wasn't sure why, but he'd felt the need to come back here. Granted he was just a little (yes, just a little!) drunk still. They'd partied well into the next day. After all, this was huge- not just for Grimmjow, but for the whole business. Now his 'company' could claim that they had the only thief to ever, ever break into the Schiffer residence.

In fact, he was about to do it a second time.

Not to steal anything, though. He hadn't been hired to do this. He actually didn't know why he was here, but in his muddled mind it made perfect sense that he'd come. He had some sort of unfinished business here, not that he knew what it was. So he was here, and he walked with a little sway to the front door. He noted, a little dazedly, that there were footprints all around through the snow but didn't stop to wonder whether or not the people who made them were still there, or why they had come.

The dogs barked a little, but his smell still clung to some stuff, so they didn't see him as really trespassing. Grimmjow ignored the quiet whining, stumbling up to the door and pressing his fingers against the glowing pinpad. 7188294. The pad beeped, and he heard the door unlock. He stumbled inside.

Hell, it was so damn nice in here! He'd noticed it before, but… damn! He staggered around a little, turning in a few circles around himself as he gawked at everything. White, featureless walls, perfectly shiny black tile with white grout between them, grey granite countertops, dark-stained cherry wood wherever there was wood, black leather seating, a whole huge wall of mottled stone where the fireplace was… man, if this house were a woman Grimmjow would top her.

He tripped over into the room, the one room that he would always remember, the room that now had a large empty space on the wall against the couch. He'd done that. He grinned like a little schoolboy- he'd done that. He'd been the first to ever take anything from the Schiffer house. Hell to the yeah. He laughed a little, swaying like a balloon in the wid. He'd done everything; he'd broke the security, he'd broke the pinpad, he'd broke the dogs, and he'd done it all on his very own. He giggled.

The windows were really little and up really high. Grimmjow stepped back to look out of them, tipping himself backward and squinting really hard. Hell, it was still snowing. It had been snowing when he came inside, and it was still snowing now. It had been, like, three minutes! Shouldn't it've stopped by now? He tipped a little too far back, and fell with a plop onto the table in front of the couch. He winced. Ow. What was this table made of, slabs of stone? He looked down. Oh. Apparently it was.

Past the wood-and-stone table he set eyes on the couch. Now that looked like a comfortable couch. He clambered over the table onto it, and whoo-ee was it soft. His body heat quickly warmed the leather, and Grimmjow lay into the warmth. It was way to hella cold out there to leave. Grimmjow yawned and stretched out over the large piece of furniture, settling in. man, it was warm in this gigantic house.

He was asleep in no time.

~!~

Ulquiorra sat on one of the two large black chairs, tea in his hand. He had already stoked the fire, and it crackled nicely and warmed the main level of the house. It would be needed today. He pulled his silver laptop onto his lap, opening it and pressing the power button.

The thin piece of technology slowly started up, humming as its screen came on. Ulquiorra patiently sipped at his hot drink, enjoying the taste on his tongue. There was a groan to his right from the lump on his couch as it slowly began to stir, waking from a very deep sleep. Ulquiorra kept his eyes on his computer and said dryly, "Well, so it awakes." Grimmjow heard his voice and shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide, before wincing and grabbing his ridiculous blue head. A hangover then? Ulquiorra had expected as much.

Grimmjow looked around, surprised. "Can you not remember anything about last night?" Ulquiorra asked coolly. He glanced over at Grimmjow and saw his stricken, oh-shit-no-I-didn't face, and he realized what Grimmjow must be thinking. Internally, he smirked. "I see. That's too bad."

"What? Why?" Grimmjow demanded. Ulquiorra caved to his cruel streak- he had only meant to worry Grimmjow with that last comment, but this proved to be a great deal of fun. He decided he would play with this just a little.

"Well, I just though a person like you would want to remember… something like that," Ulquiorra said nonchalantly, raising his tea to his lips, purposefully letting just one drop slide down his chin. He licked it up, flicking his tongue out in a way that he knew Grimmjow would take as inadvertently sexual. "I know I would."

Grimmjow looked stunned, nervous, intensely worried- but not disgusted, to Ulquiorra's surprise. Hm, this could prove to be far more interesting than he thought. "What do you mean?" the older of the two asked.

"If I were drunk," Ulquiorra reasoned, opening Document Word on his laptop, "I would at least want to have some remembrance of it. It was, after all, rather… interesting." Grimmjow blanched.

"What was interesting?" he asked.

"What happened last night," Ulquiorra answered.

"But- what happened last night?" Grimmjow asked, finally pushed to the point of exasperation.

"I haven't the slightest idea," Ulquiorra said. "Which was why I was hoping that you would know. You did somehow end up on mycouch, I would rather like to know why." Grimmjow's astonishment quickly turned into anger.

"Why, you-" he started, "you were playing with me, again!"

"I can't recall ever playing with any part of you," Ulquiorra said matter-of-factly. Grimmjow growled at the sexual reference.

"God damn you, Ulquiorra!" he shouted, standing quickly and stomping off down the hall to the door. Ulquiorra could see him staggering from his headache.

"I doubt that He would give me enough thought to even do that," Ulquiorra said, sipping his tea. "Oh, and I would check the weather before you barge through the door." Then he sat there and waited as Grimmjow either took his advice or didn't. it wouldn't change the outcome.

"What the fuck?" Oh, so he had looked then. "We're snowed in!"
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