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Altering Intentions	By : zhanghii Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There he stood, this man, this pathetic excuse for an espada whimpering like a coward, frustrated at his own thoughts, his intangible fury at this being, this short yet unreadable character. Every time even an image flashed in those pearl blue eyes of that man he would almost lose it. Lose the control he so desperately clung to. However, there was no going back, no way to erase this pain he felt or some other fucked up human bullshit referred to as emotions. Whenever this man was within arm�s reach his body would quake and tense from the pressure.

He felt he could no longer hide it, could no longer erase these thoughts. If this prolonged itself anymore he was certain to crumble under the shame. He was scared, this man who cowers for no one�was scared, more scared than if he were facing death, more scared than witnessing Aizen unsheathe his sword. How could he be this pathetic? How could he be whimpering like a fucking coward?

He was a fucking espada for fucks-sake. He did not kneel for anyone, nor did he take anyone�s bullshit lightly. His own self-being was clouded by his thoughts and he could not escape.

As he turned the corner of the white, maze-like hallway that was Las Noches, his eyes stayed glued shut and his mouth opened slightly in a sigh of anxiety and fear. Ruffling his teal hair with his long fingers, he felt the presence of someone all too familiar.

In his path stood this man, pale skin, short yet masculine figure that made him gasp in annoyance and desire. This man was an Espada, and not just any, the 4th to be precise. His black hair falling just past his chin, his eyes a soothing green and what could only be described as tear like imprints on his cheeks was the 4th espada. This man, this scrawny excuse for an Espada out ranked him and always condescendingly acknowledged it every chance he could.

He was close to jumping out of his skin. Close to losing control, losing that disposition he worked so hard to keep. The hall was silent, too silent for him, and he could not bear another second in his presence.

�Grimmjow,� That almost patronizing voice uttered his name in such a way that he was moments away from punching that fucking face of his.

�..Have you still not learned your place?� His eyebrows twitched at those words even as he understood why the other said them. This man loved nothing more than to call him out on every little fucking mistake or hypocritical move he made and he was sick of it, sick of this espada looking down on him, sick of him repeating that he was weak and nothing.

�I know my fuckin� place dip-shit, not sure ya do��Grimmjow grinded his teeth at the man and wanted nothing more than to see him disappear and yet�

�Ulquiorra, just �cause ya out rank me means jack-shit to me. I answer to Aizen and Aizen alone so fuck off midget.� He needed to get out. He needed to leave this place, away from him, from these fucked up things called emotions he feared were beginning to form inside of him. This was becoming more than what he could handle and any longer in this situation and Grimmjow would slice that bastard�s throat.

�Your tongue never ceases to amaze me. You are just the 6th espada after all, no reason to cause such temper in you.� Ulquiorra broke a nerve. There it was again�6th espada�that fucking number that he loathed. That number that defined his power was taunting him, and it came out of his lips, those lips he needed to break.

�Ya make me fuckin� sick just lookin� at ya,� Grimmjow always was a terrible liar and Ulquiorra was always so good at seeing right through him.

�Get the fuck outta my way!� Grimmjow was finished. He could not handle Ulquiorra�s presence this way, could not look at him anymore without cursing himself for being this weak. He stormed past the small espada and he could not help but slam the side of his body against Ulquiorra�s. Why was he being such a child, such a pathetic excuse for an espada?

Grimmjow did not look back. He sped past the hallway, his feet stomping and his shoulders moving vigorously back and forth. Grimmjow turned another hallway and stopped. He was breathing heavy and his shoulders moved up and down hard and fast. Grimmjow was lost, lost in those thoughts of Ulquiorra, lost in his fucked up little world. His right hand turned into a fist and the next second it was smashed through the wall. The hole was enormous and crumbling before him. His hand was unfazed, untouched by the action. His ego was bruised. He was no longer the Grimmjow that he remembered. He was weak, useless; he was only the 6th espada after all. Fuck! Not that again. That number was a curse, a mark that would never leave his identity.

Grimmjow was feeble. He felt like a fucking human. He was Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, not some whining, little pussy. No one, especially not Ulquiorra, was going to have this hold over him, make him feel exposed, spineless; make him feel those things that humans feel.

And still�he did.

He felt vulnerable and small, lesser than Ulquiorra, more pitiful than humans.

He kept walking through Las Noches trying to clear his mind, trying to calm those thoughts. As he turned another hallway there he stood again, that man. His back was turned this time and he was facing a crystal white door. Grimmjow�s thoughts washed over him like a hurricane. This man truly had such a hold on Grimmjow, seizing his entire being in those cold green eyes. Ulquiorra turned the knob slowly to open the door to his bedroom. Grimmjow lost it. He lost himself in that instant and with one lunge he pushed Ulquiorra through the opening and slammed the door after himself.

That bastard had the same unaffected expression, that same condescending look on him that gazed at Grimmjow like he was more pathetic than ever.

�You are pathetic Grimmjow. If you wanted to fight you should have said so. Your tactics for approach are worse than that of a feeble hollow.� Ulquiorra stared at him with those eyes, those crystal green eyes that were so unreadable, so annoyingly vain and arrogant.

Grimmjow was silent for a moment. His eyes never left the espada�s as his hand began to shake slightly. He was going to do something that he could never take back.

Grimmjow took a step forward and grabbed Ulquiorra by his arms and threw him against the wall. A large thud echoed down the hall as Grimmjow slammed his hands at either side of Ulquiorra�s face and continued to stare, never breaking his glare at the smaller man.

Then he saw it, that look in those eyes. He never witnessed such a look. Ulquiorra was shocked. For the first time Grimmjow saw a bit of surprise and disbelief from the cold espada. His eyes were wide open and staring indefinitely back at Grimmjow. Grimmjow savored that look for a moment before he spoke.

�Well, well, this is new for ya, eh Ulquiorra?� Grimmjow knew he got him, knew he could break that shell of his.

�Do not act like you faze me in the least, Grimmjow.� Ulquiorra�s expression changed again, back to that same unfeeling glare that left Grimmjow frustrated. He was finished. His thoughts clouded his judgments and blinded him from anything around him. Ulquiorra slowly moved his hand towards his sword but to no avail. Grimmjow�s lustful and impatient lips smashed into Ulquiorra�s without a moment�s hesitation.

Grimmjow�s eyes remained locked on Ulquiorra�s as he pressed his lips harder into the smaller ones. Ulquiorra�s eyes widened at the contact and Grimmjow savored that look, that undeniable surprise in his eyes. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes in relief and Ulquiorra stared at him with a hint of disbelief. Grimmjow moved his lips harder at the unmovable ones and began to part Ulquiorra�s lip as he licked that small bottom lip and plunged his tongue into Ulquiorra�s mouth making the small man shiver and gasp by the contact. His tongue danced with Ulquiorra�s as he sucked at it and left Ulquiorra gasping for air. Grimmjow broke the contact for a moment to catch his breath and keep his head leveled.

�Why�d ya stop yar hand from reaching for that sword?� Grimmjow raised one eyebrow and his mouth widened from cheek to cheek in a menacing grin.

Ulquiorra�s face changed, reverting back to that face, that face he loathed. Grimmjow wanted to wipe that expression out of existence. He wanted Ulquiorra to never make that face in front of him. He swung his arm behind Ulquiorra and forced their bodies to touch as he crushed his lips back onto the espada�s. And there it was, Ulquiorra�s undeniable emotional face that Grimmjow yearned for. He wanted that face to only be shown in his presence, that face that proved that the arrogant midget was not as unreadable as he wanted to appear to be. His tongue was forced again into Ulquiorra�s mouth as he swung his other arm around the small espada�s back and forced him to have his entire body encased in Grimmjow�s.

A trail of saliva ran down the corner of Ulquiorra�s mouth as Grimmjow pushed his tongue further down Ulquiorra�s throat. Grimmjow felt Ulquiorra panting under him but he did not release him. He did not want to. Ulquiorra felt so good, felt so delicate in his long arms. Grimmjow kept the pace, moving his head from side to side as he explored the small mouth and kept the rhythm even, hoping Ulquiorra would eventually join in as well. He squeezed Ulquiorra harder against his body leaving Ulquiorra weak in Grimmjow�s embrace. Ulquiorra began to tremble, his body shaking in such a minuscule yet erotic manner that left Grimmjow wanting more. And then it happened. Ulquiorra let out a subtle low pitched moan. Grimmjow opened his eyes in disbelief to look at Ulquiorra. His face was flushed and his eyes were shut, every once in a while a twitch would form. He gazed at the man and was so awestruck he did not realize that Ulquiorra began to move his tongue, very gentle and uncertain. Grimmjow grinned at this action and began to kiss him more passionately leaving Ulquiorra shaking harder. His tongue tried to keep up but Grimmjow was too tough, too demanding and it left Ulquiorra helpless in those muscular arms.

The pressure was building. He started to feel himself lose control. His body was throbbing and his cock slowly rising by this contact. He had to stop, had to let Ulquiorra go and leave before he went too far. Grimmjow released his lips from Ulquiorra�s to marvel at the man, the small trembling espada in his arms. This being was able to shake him this much, make him look like a weakling. His grin grew wider as he released his grip from Ulquiorra and walked to the door. His hands were trembling at his sides and his body wanted more. He had to calm himself, had to get a grip on himself to show that he was in more control then he let on. Grimmjow slowly grabbed for the door, not looking at Ulquiorra as he opened the door. Then he heard something that made him stop dead in his tracks.

�Why?� Ulquiorra turned to look at Grimmjow�s back, the same unreadable expression as he stared right into his bright blue hair. Grimmjow turned his face to his side to see Ulquiorra�s face. His pearl blue eyes gazing at the cold green ones as he grinned in that psychotic fashion before speaking.

�I wan� to wipe that fuckin� look off yar face.� Grimmjow turned and walked out without another glance, leaving the small espada in his room to assess what had happened. As Grimmjow closed the door he sighed in relief and brushed his hair back with his fingers that were trembling with passion. That man, that small fucking espada was able to shake him to the core and leave him breathless and yearning for more.

�Fuckin� midget.�
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