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Fantasy	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ulquiorra sat at his makeshift desk, which was really just a foldable plastic table in one of the corners of the well-illuminated room. He was constantly worried that one of the corners of the table would crack one of the many panels of mirrors lining the wall to his right. He opened the morning newspaper, flipping it open to the story about his place of work. The title was, "The Mind's Alternative to Sex?" He rolled his eyes at the ludicrous title, then began his reading.

There's a new fad sweeping the edges of our city, but it has nothing to do with fashion. It's called 'thinking-off,' and it's all the rage.

Thinking-off is defined as the process through which a person can think themselves into an orgasm, and as obscure as it seems there is even a small school for it here in Van Lessen. It's called the School for Thought and its Uses, and though it does teach other classes (including kicking habits and self-help courses) their 'thinking-off' program is by far the largest.

"Thinking-off allows a single person to feel the joy of an orgasm without having to go out and find a partner," Leslie Surmath says of her practice. Surmath is the owner of STU and takes great pride in her business, she says, because "it just feels damn good."

She has a total of four employees working at STU, which is located on the third floor of an old multi-purpose building on 4th and Webber. Out of these four only one is male.

Ulquiorra Schiffer, the male employee, explains this phenomenon from his classroom. "Males reach a physical orgasm much faster and easier than women do, and so don't generally need the think-off technique to satisfy themselves," he says. "But I have been seeing an influx of men in my classes lately."

Surmath says this is natural. "Men may reach physical orgasm much faster, but a think-off orgasm is entirely different. As men are finding out about this, it's only natural for them to want to experiment with it."

Dr. Roy Fellicio, a neurologist, isn't sure thinking-off can count as an orgasm though. "An orgasm is due to high levels of activity in the DHCC area of the brain," he says, "and in order to truly be considered thinking oneself into an orgasm that same region has to show that type of activity." Greater research is being done to determine if thinking-off is really an orgasm, but everyone who's experienced it is sure that it is.

"Oh, it's fantastic," LaKeesha Lake said as she stepped out of the classroom for the first time. "It's way better than I thought it was going to be." Her husband agreed with her. They now use the think-off technique at home together in place of sex, to protect Lake from her husband's HIV.

"I do think that it is a real orgasm," Schiffer says. "It is as real as everything else this school does." And STU has, in fact, really helped people to fight their addictions, stop certain behaviors like nail biting, and even loose weight. From his 'classroom' in room 3D, which was previously outfitted as a dance studio for girls, Schiffer says he can "hear the sounds of people jumping up and down and screaming out thank-you's because they no longer feel the need to light up.

Yes, there's definitely a lot this little school does. And we here in the center of the city are going to start hearing more and more about it. Surmath plans to open another branch of the school in an old art facility near the center of town to be more convenient for some of her customers.

Katie Katharta

Ulquiorra nodded to himself. Well, he was glad that reporter had shown it in a good light. She had seemed rather dubious of the whole idea, but it had turned out to be a good article. It would likely bring them new business, which was always good. Ulquiorra was paid on a class-by-class basis.

He heard his door open and groups of shoes clacking against the light-stained wood floor, so he stood and turned around. The group was standing, most of them awkwardly, waiting for him to do his job. One couple waved at him, and he nodded back. They were regulars. "Hello, everyone," he addressed the mass, walking a few steps forward and ignoring his reflection following him, now on his left. "There's no need to be so shy, come on in. feel free to take your shoes off. There are some cubbies over there if you would like to put anything in there. I would recommend it."

All the shy people followed the Fitz's lead, placing shoes and other items in the cubbies, which were left over from when this room had been a dance studio but were useful enough. To avoid awkward standing time, Ulquiorra started coaching them while they put their things away. "Welcome to my class, my name is Ulquiorra. If that's hard for you to pronounce, you can call me Schiffer. As you can see, I have some yoga mats in a circle in the center of the room. Please feel free to sit and lay on them. Make yourselves comfortable."

"Now," he said as people started settling, "feel free to wave your hands over your chest or head during this, but please don't hit anyone. I also don't want you to touch yourself in any sort of a way that is sexual for you. What we are going to do in here is not cause what you may think of as an orgasm; you will not, for you men, get an erection, and none of you will exhibit the loss of any bodily fluids. What you will do is experience something entirely new and different from what you may be expecting."

"You sure talk about this stuff pretty freely," one blushing man muttered.

"I don't see any reason not to," Ulquiorra responded. "Our society seems to have the notion that talking of bodily functions is inappropriate, which is ridiculous. Everyone has needs." He turned away from the man and back to the rest of the group, a total of seven people. It was the largest class he'd had yet. "You will need to exercise control over your breathing periodically throughout this, so just do as I instruct.

"I am going to ask that you draw your feet towards your hind ends and lay them flat on the ground so your knees stick up, just like the Fitz's have done," he continued, pointing at the eagerly grinning couple. "Remember that this is all about thought. Just stay with what works for you. That could be anything- a fantasy, a fetish, something more realistic- anything works."

One young woman, probably about eighteen, with blonde hair in crimped pigtails with pink and blue highlights and very provocative clothing, looked up at him flirtatiously. "What if our fantasy has to do with you?" she asked, moving her hips as though getting settles. Her lips were a horrible cherry red.

"As I said, stick with what works for you," he said tolerantly. "But please be aware that in reality, I am quite gay." The girl pouted, and he turned to the rest of the class. "If there are no more questions, then let's get started. I want you all to relax. Close your eyes. Imagine that a swelling of energy is starting in your feet and slowly pushing up toward your knees." He walked into their midst as the moaning started. He braced himself.

It was going to get a lot louder.

~!~

After his class was done and people were gathering their things from their cubbies, most of them looking rather starry-eyed, Ulquiorra had his back turned on the room as he organized a few stray papers. He felt someone come up behind him, someone who seemed taller than him so presumably a male. A large, tan hand fell onto the table by his work, the owner leaning heavily on it with swagger and getting very close to Ulquiorra. To the shorter, it was very clear that he was getting hit on. That was even more obvious when Ulquiorra looked up into those daring blue eyes. It was a rugged but clean-shaven man with wild blue hair that Ulquiorra had noticed before. Despite his odd appearance, or perhaps because of it, Ulquiorra thought he was quite a looker.

The man had a confident grin on his face, and looked like he knew just what he was doing. "Hey," he said as the room emptied, and Ulquiorra couldn't help but notice his very proportional muscles through his shirt. "That was pretty kickass. What are your hours of operation?"

"I'm here until five every day," Ulquiorra said, feeling definitively like this was the all-important, layered conversation before the move was made. He didn't bother to hide his interest as he cocked his head and said, "But we don't open until eleven."

"Mm, good hours," the man hummed. By now they were entirely alone. "So, I was wondering, what's "So, I was wondering, what'syour fantasy? Maybe I could make it come true." He leaned closer. He was really laying on the charm.

"May I inquire as to who's asking?" Ulquiorra asked, allowing himself to react the same. The man quickly passed behind Ulquiorra and popped over to the other side, this time with his chest nearly touching Ulquiorra's shoulder.

"A magic man," he answered playfully.

"Really? Well," Ulquiorra said, turning back coyly to his papers, "even magic can't do what my fantasies do." The man leaned closer.

"Well, tell me and you may be surprised," he said.

"You really want to know?" Ulquiorra asked, shooting the man a wry look over his shoulder. "It's tentacle rape." The magic man didn't seem put off at all by that, instead keeping his easy smile.

"I'll see what I can do," he said, sliding away with a teasing touch to Ulquiorra's waist. Ulquiorra, intrigued by this unbelievable visitor, turned slightly to watch him saunter out. He didn't leave without sending Ulquiorra one last sexy look, Ulquiorra's next class flowing in around him. Ulquiorra couldn't keep from a small smile.

Well.
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