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25. Police

Grimmjow had a thing for being in control.

He also had a thing for roleplaying.

So when he came to Ulquiorra with a new request, it really hand't surprised Ulquiorra at all. He'd been with Grimmjow long enough to have seen this coming, although he would say that his boyfriend was lucky Ulquiorra was so willing- and that his boss didn't ask questions when he came to work limping.

"Next," Grimmjow bellowed from inside the room Ulquiorra had been sitting outside of, and Ulquiorra sighed and stood. It wasn't that he didn't love the sex, because it was fantastic, but sometimes Grimmjow took a little too long getting there. But Grimmjow had promised that Ulquiorra would be back before the end of his lunch hour, so perhaps today would be better than he had learned to expect. He quickly reminded himself of his character before opening the door.

Grimmjow had moved the small room around to be empty minus a desk against the wall, and Grimmjow stood close to the middle in a rather sexy police outfit. Ulquiorra thought about how very nicely it fit him, but only for a moment because Grimmjow 'caught sight' of him. "Come on in," he said, and Ulquiorra slipped in.

"Not to be disrespectful, sir," he asked, pretending to be demure and slightly nervous, "but may I ask why you've held up all night? I thought you caught the bomber."

"Well, we did," Grimmjow said, taking his uniform had off for a moment to run his hand through his hair. He looked tired, like he'd been up all night working and patting people down. Ulquiorra admired his acting prowess. "But we found evidence that he had an accomplice who was also in the shopping center. We've had to give everyone in the vicinity a vigorous pat-down. We'll be done quickly, and your belongings will be returned to you when you leave. Allow me to apologize for the inconvenience."

"Oh, no, it's fine, Officer..." Ulquiorra let his eyes dart down to the nameplate on Grimmjow's chest pocket, "...um, can I ask how to pronounce your last name?" He pulled a faint blush onto his pale cheeks as if he were embarrassed at having to ask. Grimmjow smiled tiredly, like Ulquiorra was the first person not to bite his head off for the wait.

"Jaegerjaques," he said. "I know it's kind of weird. So, you're Ulquiorra Schiffer?" he asked, checking the clipboard on his desk with a list of names. Ulquiorra nodded and Grimmjow said, "Okay then, let's get started so you can get out of here. Can you stand with your hands on the wall for me?" Ulquiorra complied, straightening his arms our and spreading his legs a little as Grimmjow came up behind him. "I have to do a simple pat-down, okay?"

"Of course, officer," Ulquiorra said, playing the part of the compliant civilian. He felt Grimmjow's large, warm hands close over one of his arms in a nice ring and slowly smooth from his shoulder to his elbow, searching for anything hidden. It was an enjoyable feel, and one that was repeated on the other arm. Ulquiorra had always liked how warm Grimmjow's body was. Grimmjow got to his knees behind Ulquiorra.

"I'm moving onto your legs now," Grimmjow announced. "Is there anything sharp in your pockets that could hurt me?" Ulquiorra shook his head, and Grimmjow took hold of his ankle and began a very slow sweep of his calf. Ulquiorra let himself just focus on the feel of Grimmjow's hands as they worked their way up his leg. His legs, for some reason, were erogenous zones for him, and Grimmjow knew it. Just feeling someone put their hands there sent a prick of arousal up Ulquiorra's spine, and Grimmjow was going so leisurely that he just felt the need to shiver as Grimmjow's hand breached his knee and continued up. By the time those fingers tickled up the inside of his thigh to his hip he was certain that this was going to be much better than he'd originally thought.

To his ever-so-slight disappointment, Grimmjow quickly went to the ankle of the other leg without taking his hand up just that last millimeter. It was a nice kind of wanting, and it still felt just as good going up his other leg. Grimmjow's grasp on him was gentle but firm, and strangely clinical. Grimmjow had so fully taken into his character that Ulquiorra could feel his profession in his touch. For him, this was just a job. There was a certain amount of uncaring in it, and for some reason that, too, was arousing. Although Ulquiorra could find just about anything arousing when his legs were being touched.

Grimmjow stood up and moved his hands up Ulquiorra's butt and onto his sensitive lower back, announcing, "I'm moving to your torso." Ulquiorra struggled to keep his back from arching as Grimmjow moved his hands up and around the sides of his ribs, another of his favorite places, and he realized that he was already partway to having a hell of a woodie. Grimmjow stepped in just a little to loop his arms around, flattening his hands against Ulquiorra's collarbone and going down his front just as aggravatingly slow as he'd gone up his back. His hands pulled the pert nubs of his nipples down a little, and he couldn't hold back a shudder of pleasure. But the hands ket dragging down, moving on too slow and too fast to his lean belly. The lower part of that area was for the most part untouched, and Grimmjow's very solid ministrations were more than it was used to. Oh, it felt quite nice. Grimmjow's firm hand grasped the bulge growing in Ulquiorra's pants, likely to leave no stone unturned, and Ulquiorra winced as a shot when straight to his nervous system.

Then Grimmjow's hand slid away, and Ulquiorra was left horribly wanting. He let Grimmjow turn him around as the other man said, "Well, we're almost done here," and Ulquiorra's spirits shrunk. Oh, no. Grimmjow was not planning on letting him leave like this. "Could you turn your pockets out for me?" Ulquiorra did, and of course he had nothing in them. Grimmjow had asked him to leave everything on the counter downstairs. "Great," Grimmjow said, "now I just have to check inside your mouth, and you can go."

"Inside me mouth, officer?" Ulquiorra asked, feigning confusion.

"Yeah, it's kind of strange," Grimmjow admitted, "but we do it for a reason. If you would, please?"

"Oh! Of course," Ulquiorra said, opening his mouth up wide. He had popped a breath mint earlier, a habit of his ever since an ex had said his breath smelled during sex, and he knew that Grimmjow liked the minty smell. Grimmjow grasped his chin and flicked a small flashlight on, holding it up to see Ulquiorra's cavern better. He leaned close, seemingly inspecting, and then frowned. He looked closer, frowning more. With his mouth open Ulquiorra couldn't ask what the problem was.

"When did you get this crown?" Grimmjow asked, glaring at the thing. It was a question he knew the answer to, since he'd been told a while back. What was he getting at? Whatever it was, Ulquiorra hoped it would get him what he wanted.

"A few months ago," he answered as Grimmjow let go of his chin. "Why?"

"What is it made out of?" Grimmjow asked, his demeanor changing. Suddenly he was not quite so friendly.

"Um, I-I think it's aluminum, officer," Ulquiorra said. "Is something wrong? Have I done something?" Grimmjow stepped back, softening just a tad.

"You haven't done anything," he said, "at least not that I know. But I've been ordered to do an extensive search if I find a few things. One of them is an aluminum dental implant. I'm going to need to inspect your clothing."

"Of-of course," Ulquiorra said, reaching for his belt. He said it like any obedient, scared citizen, but really he knew that Grimmjow was ordering him to strip for him and he loved that. He'd always thought that was horribly kinky, and Grimmjow knew it. He took first Ulquiorra's socks, his shoes left outside, then his shirt and pants. Ulquiorra slipped his boxers off, exposing his softly throbbing cock to the world and watching Grimmjow shake out his pockets. It was horribly, wonderfully frustrating. He was stripping, and Grimmjow wasn't even looking. For some reason, that made Ulquiorra that much hornier.

He wet his lips, handing over his boxers to the inspecting Grimmjow. "Can- can you tell me why having a crown matters?" he asked. "I don't understand." Grimmjow glanced at him for a second, then went back to his rigorous frisking of Ulquiorra's underwear.

"No, I can't," he said. "I don't want you getting any ideas, or accidentally saying something to the wrong person. But it does have something to do with chemical reactions." He dropped the silk in his hand with the rest of Ulquiorra's clothes and turned to his friskee. He looked at Ulquiorra hard, raking over him with hard blue eyes, and Ulquiorra's member swelled. Grimmjow seemed to be looking for something, and when he didn't find it after what felt like an hour he finally spoke again. The prolonged silence had made Ulquiorra's wood raise proudly up.

"Alright, could you put your hands on the wall again for me?" Grimmjow asked, and Ulquiorra hurried to obey. He felt Grimmjow step up close behind him and heard the snap of him putting on surgical gloves, and shivered. There was something in the sheer protocol of this that really turned him on. He jumped as Grimmjow reached around him and boldly gripped his standing erection, letting out a little surprised sound. "Sorry, but it's orders," Grimmjow said, starting to pull at Ulquiorra's foreskin with his gloved fingers. The plastic cooled the natural heat of Grimmjow's hands, and the coolness was wonderful.

Ulquiorra allowed himself a tiny squirm of the shoulders as his foreskin was pulled away from his cock and massaged with thorough fingers, like Grimmjow was looking for something tiny hidden between the folds. "You-you think I'm hiding something in my foreskin?" Ulquiorra squeaked as two of Grimmjow's fingers slipped between the bare skin and what it covered, sending a shot of lust straight through his core. He loved having his foreskin fondled.

"It's not that I think you are but that I know you can," Grimmjow answered, and didn't offer up anything else.

Ulquiorra didn't mind letting him stay silent. There were times when he wanted to hear dirty, degrading things growled lowly into his ear, but this was not one of those times. The allure of the professional feel would be lost, and oh holy fuck was Grimmjow really pulling the skin off and pinching it? Aah, God, that felt so good. Ulquiorra shivered. Both of Grimmjow's hands were working on him, the plastic of the thick gloves sticking to his skin. The steading pulling and prodding made his swollen head throb. He was surprised at how turned on he was- normally the roleplaying took so long that he lost interest.

And then Grimmjow moved off, as infuriating as always. Ulquiorra wanted, badly, to scowl at him, but his submissive character would never do that. He made sure to keep his face dazed instead. Then he heard Grimmjow pull something from his shirt picket and one hand gripped his base firmly as a thin metal rod was pressed against his cockhead. Ulquiorra's eyes widened and he quaked. Oh, that was his favorite toy. "Wh-what is that for, officer?" he stuttered innocently, though his eyes fogged over with lust as the rounded end of the rod pushed at his slit. He wanted it in.

"It's a sounding rod," Grimmjow said. "I'm checking to be sure you haven't hidden a needle or anything else in your urethra. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"N-no, sir," Ulquiorra said.

"Not at all?" Grimmjow pressed, and Ulquiorra understood his caution. Sounding was originally a medical operation done to help people having urinary problems- if Ulquiorra had any need at all, it would come out, and though the two of them did many things to keep their sex life vivid neither much cared for urination. Instant turn-off.

"Not at all," Ulquiorra said. "I- I went right before I came in."

"Alright then," Grimmjow said. "Now relax. This should't be terribly uncomfortable." With that, Grimmjow suddenly forced the first little bit inside, making Ulquiorra gasp. Oh, God, that felt so very good. Grimmjow didn't stop, forging slowly further in, pulling it out an inch for every two it went in. Ulquiorra shuddered in rapture as he felt it go deep, deep into his cock, spreading it out, trying so hard not to thrust his hips up and get that rod buried in his balls. Grimmjow was going so slowly, so terribly slowly, and Ulquiorra allowed himself a bright blush, biting his lower lip hard. Oh fuck- oh fuck.

Then it was all the way in, as deep as it would go, and Ulquiorra resisted the urge to moan in satisfaction. His cock was throbbing almost painfully, Grimmjow's grip just tight enough to hold back the orgasm that wanted to break loose. He doubted that Grimmjow would allow him that, not yet, and it vexed him. Grimmjow swirled the rod around as he started, yet again far too slowly, to pull it out. Ulquiorra bit back a whimper of desire, forcing himself to allow Grimmjow his way. But holyshit he wanted itsobad...

After what felt like an eternity of torture, the tip of the rod finally popped out of his swollen head. Large drops of clear precum spurted out after it, making Ulquiorra whine, but as expected Grimmjow didn't allow him orgasm. It was agonizing- but at the same time, Ulquiorra loved it. There was just something about being held back, as frustrating as it was, that was glorious- maybe just knowing you'll come that much harder. Grimmjow waited a moment before moving back, the hand going away, but without stimulation Ulquiorra couldn't cum.

"Sorry about that," Grimmjow said, wiping down the rod. "Just one last thing to search. This might be a little more uncomfortable, but just keep your legs spread for me and it'll be over real quick." Ulquiorra let his feet edge out a little more.

"Y-yes, sir," he said, but if Grimmjow could see his lust he didn't show it. Grimmjow got back on his knees behind Ulquiorra again, slicking two gloved fingers with lube and spreading Ulquiorra's pale cheeks to look at his hole. Ulquiorra felt it twitch in anticipation and knew that Grimmjow could see it, and shit if that didn't turn him on. He turned his head back forward as Grimmjow's fingers probed and entered him, the lube cold and surgical feeling. Everything Grimmjow did felt clinical, and Ulquiorra pulsed.

Quickly enough Ulquiorra found those thick fingers searching him, stroking his inside walls intently, and he shivered. The fingers weren't enough, and Grimmjow knew it. He was drawing this out purposefully, the bastard. Ulquiorra started and gasped, though, as Grimmjow touched at his prostate, and Grimmjow paused. "What is this?" he asked, and Ulquiorra looked down at him with purposefully hazy eyes.

"W-what is what, sir?" he asked between gasps, the pleasure of having his prostate abused rattling his body. Grimmjow frowned.

"This, Mr. Schiffer," he replied, jabbing at the nodule again.

"I-I really don't know, officer," Ulquiorra responded. "Are you s-sure there's something there?"

"Positive," Grimmjow said, looking dangerous, "and if you don't tell me what it is then I will find out myself." Ulquiorra opened his mouth to say something back in a worried tone, but the only thing that came out was a strangled gasp as the assault began.

And it was an assault- if there was another name for it, Ulquiorra had never heard it. He quickly bit his lip and turned back to the wall, clawing at the plaster as Grimmjow's two fingers both pressed against the spot brutally. They pressed, they rubbed, the prodded, they even halfway pinched, fully intent on discovering what that nub was, and all Ulquiorra could do was gasp and shudder and try and try to keep himself standing. He bit his lip hard enough to bruise, peeling the paint from the wall as he clutched at it, it being the only thing he could use to keep himself up. He squeezed his eyes shut against the hard pleasure, tryig not to loose himself. He was so close, so very close, when Grimmjow pulled his fingers out.

"I can't tell what it might be," he announced. "I have to use something else to search." A zipper could be heard coming undone, and Ulquiorra's breath caught. Oh, yes please, yes please... "Keep your hands on the wall."

And then it was in. Just like that. No press against his hole, no warning, no entrance, it was just in. And pressing almost painfully into his g-spot. He let out a mangled, quiet cry as his ass was stretched beautifully, feeling his whole body convulse. Oh, yes, that was what he needed! Grimmjow thrust hard, so damn hard, and kept thrusting at a punishing pace as Ulquiorra's mouth and eyes gaped pen. Funny how he wasn't actually breathing. He could hear Grimmjow's breaths though, hot and heavy on his neck, and Grimmjow's large hands firmly grasping his hips. When had the gloves come off?

"Ah-AAAAH!" Ulquiorra cried, hips jerking. All he could see was white, bright, blinding white. After all that teasing, all that slowness, all that holding back, a good, hard fucking was just what he needed. And Grimmjow was was giving it to him.

"Dammit, I can't- I can't tell," Grimmjow gasped, thrusting shallower and harder, his helmet-like cockhead slamming into that place. Ulquiorra screamed, screamed loud, and was fully unable to think, to move, to make a coherent sentence, to care. Grimmjow hadn't claimed him like this in too long, far too long, and to have that hot, heavy cock inside of him again, feeling it poking his stomach, tasting it int he back of his throat, was fucking incredible. He'd missed it. Oh, he had missed it.

The orgasm came too fast, too intense, and for just a split second Ulquiorra blacked out. He came to still spurting, hot white shooting from is cock, and a feeling of sweet relief washed over him even as he heard his own cryand Grimmjow's grunt in his ear. It was absolutely body shattering, and the instant Grimmjow finished and pulled out Ulquiorra slumped to the floor.

He leaned against the wall, not caring that he was getting his own cum on his hair, and looked up at Grimmjow tiredly. Dayamn.Grimmjow calmly zipped up his zipper, saying, "Well, I guess it was just a biological abnormality. I'm sorry about this whole thing, Mr. Schiffer, but we're just doing our best to keep the people safe. You have a nice day." and with that, Grimmjow walked out of the room, leaving Ulquiorra sitting there. And damn if Ulquiorra wasn't going to take advantage of the quiet and have himself a nice little nap. If his boss called, he could just talk to Officer Jaegerjaques about it.

But stil, he doubted he would turn Grimmjow down for anther round right then. Public safety was more important than sleep now, wasn't it?
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