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A Whole New Life	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Grimmjow shut his mouth, clearly deciding that he just couldn't speak in that moment. Ulquiorra took a step back and started to turn, but Grimmjow's hand tightened on his shoulder and he stopped, cocking a brow at the other arrancar. He could feel Grimmjow's heat through his shit where that hand gripped him. Grimmjow, too, looked like that human emotion was rampaging inside of him, but it was clear that nervousness was checking it. Grimmjow both stepped forward and pulled Ulquiorra in, to which Ulquiorra wielded purely out of interest, and looked down at the green-eyed man who was now only inches from touching his chest. Ulquiorra would admit confusion, both at the look on Grimmjow's face and the close proximity of their bodies.

His confusion, along with the foreign hope in his chest, increased as Grimmjow wet his lips nervously before taking a deep breath and hesitatingly leaning down. Ulquiorra felt the urge to step away as his space was invade, but he stayed firmly rooted to the spot as if the stillness of Heuco Mundo was leaping back on him at last as Grimmjow's face came ever closer. Ulquiorra could feel the space between them pricking not he tiny hairs over his nose and cheeks, and as Grimmjow paused and nearly shook it was evident that some sort of contact would occur. Ulquiorra got the inkling that it wouldn't be a surprise headbutt.

It wasn't. Grimmjow quickly leaned in those last few centimeters, capturing Ulquiorra's dual-colored lips with his own. Ulquiorra's eyes went wide, and he suddenly very much felt that his personal space had been horribly violated. He had heard of this once, on a trip to the human world, and it was called a kiss. It was a display of deep affection. How interesting. Grimmjow pulled off quickly, panting and holding Ulquiorra by both shoulders like he thought that Ulquiorra would run away, and Ulquiorra just looked at him calmly. Grimmjow looked stricken. He lunged in again, and this time seemed downright desperate in his fervent attack.

Ulquiorra could feel how rough Grimmjow's lips were, and it was a surprisingly enjoyable feel. Grimmjow held onto him hard, crushing their mouths together, and Ulquiorra realized what grimmjow was going to say. Ulquiorra allowed his chin to tilt up, allowing for better access, without taking his hand from his pockets. This was, to him, an interesting occurrence that gave him a more inside type of access to his favorite specimen. Granted, it was a very passionate specimen, but that was why it was his favorite. Grimmjow was fascinating.

He decided- partially with the thing in his chest- to let this run his course and see where it went. When Grimmjow's hands left his shoulders to clasp his face and eat at him frantically, Ulquiorra let his tongue flick out (he had read of it in some sappy romance novel he vaguely remembered) to lap at Grimmjow's lips, and Grimmjow gasped. Then the devouring grew even more heated, and Ulquiorra felt Grimmjow's sandy tongue force its way between his lips, invading his mouth, and his hands came out of their pockets to sit on Grimmjow's chest warningly. Grimmjow barely seemed to notice, poking Ulquiorra's tongue with his own until Ulquiorra moved it and tilting his head so their noses wouldn't block their way. Ulquiorra would have sighed, if he had been anyone but Ulquiorra.

He figured he could put up with Grimmjow's touchiness.]

Ulquiorra lay there, the dream over but far from forgotten. His eyes still closed, he could imagine for a moment that he still felt Grimmjow's lips on his and his big hands on his face. For a moment the memory was firm, but slowly it became weaker and then just a ghost. Ulquiorra felt it leave, and then he opened his eyes. He knew right then and there that he wanted that touch back.

Ulquiorra would admit that he felt restless. He had been in his bed too long, and he just had to move around. There was a workout room, but, well, the last time Ulquiorra was there a big man with a lot of tattoos had almost knocked his brain right out of his head. The man hadn't seemed to be able to talk, just making animalistic grunting, heaving sounds, and when Ulquiorra had failed to understand the meaning of it the man had gotten upset. His meaty hands, which he'd used to try to sign things to Ulquiorra- and inevitably Ulquiorra could make no sense of it- were suddenly being used to attack him.

Yeah, Ulquiorra didn't want to go back there.

He settled for standing up, lazily doing knees as he looked around for something to do. His whole body was telling him to exercise, to make use of his minimal muscles, and upon seeing the little chest (he didn't know what it held) at the foot of his bed he decided to try lifting that a few times. He walked around and over to it, giving it a once-over. The chest itself didn't appear that heavy, it was just plain and wooden, and Ulquiorra figured that whatever was inside of it couldn't be that heavy either. He bent down, then remembered something some PE teacher had told him about lifting with your legs. He got down on a knee.

He tried to find some purchase for his fingers, either on the bottom or on the chest itself. But the sides of the chest were perfectly smooth and flat, and the bottom was so much so that Ulquiorra couldn't have fit a needle between it and the floor. It was a perfect seam. Ulquiorra tried to pry it up enough to get his thin fingers under it, but he couldn't get it up no matter how hard he tried. There was no way this thing could be that heavy, right? Unless they were putting cinderblocks in there, Ulquiorra doubted it. Ulquiorra leaned down to look at the seam, hoping to find some flaw through which he could lift the chest, and found that it was nailed to the ground. Of course. They didn't want any crazy people lifting anything and throwing it at the nurses. He noticed for the first time that his bed was nailed down too.

He felt something press down on him that made him feel funny, in a way like everyone thought he belonged here, and he stood up and backed away. He just- he really didn't like that. He quickly turned away, forcing the odd feeling out of his mind before it shut him down and searching again for something physical to do. All there was in the room was a floor, four walls, a door, and two pieces of nailed-down furniture. There was a commode, too, but Ulquiorra didn't particularly want to have to touch that. He'd always thought it was kind of weird to have a toilet right there in your bedroom.

Well, he could do push-ups, right? And sit-ups too, he guessed. And knees. Yeah, that would work. He got on the floor, lying down on his stomach with his hands by his shoulders. Honestly, he was really, really bad at push-ups, and sit-ups, and knees. Anything that required any sort of physical strength was hard for him, really. He was just pathetic, and he always had been. He hated exercise- but right now, he needed it. He feebly lifted himself up off the ground, locking his elbows when he was up as far as he could go and sat there for a second. Maybe he was trying to be more like the other him. He went down.

He hand't ever felt the need to become more like that other him before, but he guessed it made sense. After all, the other him was strong, powerful, feared, and loved. The sheer amount of need in Grimmjow's crazy kiss had proved that to him, and really Ulquiorra was striving for that. He wanted to be with someone like Grimmjow, with that same kind of unstoppable passion, and he wanted it to be more than a dream. If the other him could have that, then all he had to do was become like that other him. He struggled to lift himself again.

He could still, in a part of him, feel Grimmjow there. He knew that should freak him out, but it didn't. It really just...reassured, was that the word? It reassured him. He knew it was stupid to get so attached to, basically, an imaginary friend, but getting attached was better than being so ridiculously alone all the time. It didn't even bother him that Grimmjow was a man; actually, Ulquiorra realized that he just couldn't see himself with a woman. Not that there was anything wrong with women, he just...he just didn't understand them. He realized that he never had.

His arms gave out a little, and he almost face-planted on the floor. He stopped himself just centimeters away from cracking his head open, which would definitely not be something he wanted to do. He might not have particularly liked it here, but that didn't mean he wanted to commit suicide. Especially not now, when he had something to look forward to more than ever. Actually, it almost felt like it was just...right, to be with Grimmjow, like he'd known all along that's what would happen. The last the he could do just then was complain.

Still, it figured it would be a good time to switch to sit-ups.
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