GrimmUlqui High School AU

"What?" Grimmjow asked, confused by the black haired man's expression.

"Let's just do it, if we're going to do it. I'd like to get it over with."

"Oi." Grimmjow exclaimed, put off by the fact that Ulquiorra didn't seem eager to be in this position. He sure as hell was not going to have sex with someone who didn't want to. He had standards.

"You want to." Ulquiorra looked up at him. "I can see that you do. So why don't you?"

"I'm not gonna if you dun wanna." He replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Who says I don't want to?" Ulquiorra sat down on the bed, pulling his shirt off over his head and discarding it.

Grimmjow watched the man take off his shirt, eyes glued to every little thing he did. He was going to enjoy this.

Slowly, the blue haired man walked over to the bed and crawled over to the now shirtless man. "Then lets get this show on the road." He said, bringing their faces closer.

Ulquiorra leaned closer until their lips met, his eyes immediately closing, as if he didn't want to see who he was kissing. A slim hand tugged on the hem of Grimmjow's shirt.

Grimmjow immediately kissed the man back, demanding entrance to his mouth. He could feel slim hands at the hem of his shirt, and pulled away enough to take it off, going right back to kissing the smaller male hungrily.

Ulquiorra's hands were cold as they pressed up against Grimmjow's chest, sliding up to his neck and settling there stiffly. It was a defensive movement, rather than a tender one; almost as if Ulquiorra were ready to strangle him at a single wrong move.

Grimmjow ignored the hands at his neck, kissing his way down the pale neck at his disposal, making sure to pay special attention to the tender areas.

Ulquiorra suddenly made use of Grimmjow's distractedness, pushing against his chest and forcing him into a lying position. Swinging one leg over his hips and sitting on him, Ulquiorra leaned back down for another kiss.

A bit surprised, Grimmjow let himself be straddled and pushed down. He wasn't used to being on the bottom, but he would top soon. Like hell Ulquiorra would manage to top him.

The blue haired man let his large hands dive into the ink colored hair, and brought their faces closer, kidding the man deeper.

Making sure he had a good hold and leverage, he rolled over and pinned the pale man under him.

Ulquiorra stared up at him, pale cheeks slightly flushed. He reached down with a steady hand and worked the buttons of his pants open. "Do it," he said, quietly but forcibly.

Grimmjow watched Ulquiorra begin working the buttons of his pants, his face no longer just white for it had a flush that the blue haired man couldn't help but take pride in that. He was quickly loosing his perfect composure, and Grimmjow loved every second of it.

Without hesitating, the blue haired man finished unbuttoning the smaller mans pants and tugged them down and off him.

Ulquiorra abruptly pulled Grimmjow's face back down, a hand reaching back to tug Grimmjow's own pants down over his flank. His lips were drawn into a tight frown, as he tried to keep facial composure.

"What?" He asked, confused by the expression on the pale man's face.

"Get your pants off. You can't do it with them on. Surely even you know that."

Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow removed his pants and looked back at Ulquiorra, watching his expression.

"What are you waiting for?" Ulquiorra asked, deadpanned.

Grimmjow simply garbed the mans face, and gave him a searing kiss. He let his large hands travel lightly over the smaller mans body, paying special attention to his nipples. Not quite used to the urges that he got, he went along with what his mind told him to do and let his mouth cover the sensitive bud.

"Nnnn..." Ulquiorra couldn't swallow the moan that escaped from between his clenched teeth. He immediately shut his mouth again, back arching to invite Grimmjow to more of him.

Grimmjow smirked widely, his right hand playing with the twin bud. He enjoyed the sound that came from Ulquiorra's lips very much, and would do close to anything to hear it again.

His lips and tongue kept on playing with the man's nipples, as his remaining hand traveled lower, letting his fingers trace a line down the pale abdomen.

One of Ulquiorra's hands fisted in Grimmjow's hair, tightening as his frustration and lust grew. He tried to keep every sound, every feeling shut up inside himself, but every twenty seconds or so, a small sound of satisfaction or pleasure would escape.

Grimmjow already wide smirk grew more as he heard the little sounds that escaped the pale lips of his partner. He could definitely get used to this. He gave the nipple in his mouth, one last flick with his tongue and kissed his way back up the mans neck and nibbled on his ear lobe.

His hand finally arrived at its destination and played with the hem of the black briefs that only seemed to make the already pale man paler.