GrimmUlqui High School AU

Completely surprised, blue eyes widened and stared at the emerald orbs, trying to find some sort of explanation. Finding none, Grimmjow roughly closed the space between them, pressing Ulquiorra back down on the bed and inserting another finger.

"Damn it..." He groaned between kisses, knowing that the uncomfortable tug in his chest was not going away. The black haired man's words brought thoughts and feeling back up to the surface, making him come to a realization.

He wanted Ulquiorra to himself. All of him, not just his body, and quite frankly, the thought scared him.

Ulquiorra's eyes fell shut as the next finger slipped in, letting out a deep breath and keeping his hand clawing at Grimmjow's scalp. His nails were surprisingly long for a man's, and he imagined other hand clawing at Grimmjow's back would leave marks.

Grimmjow ignored the nails in his scalp and started scissoring his fingers and nibbling Ulquiorra's earlobe. He couldn't bring himself to care about the marks that were most likely going to be on his body in the morning. In a way, they made him feel owned, which was a unique feeling.

Ulquiorra pushed down onto Grimmjow's hand, forcing his fingers as far in as they would go, and bit down on his lower lip until it bled to keep back the small yelp the movement threatened to produce.

Adding one more finger, Grimmjow kissed Ulquiorra again, licking his bleeding bottom lip; kissing it better.

For the briefest of moments - and god knows he was grateful that it was brief - Ulquiorra felt like smiling at the gesture. It only took that small kiss to reveal to him that Grimmjow didn't see him as an object to take and keep. Ulquiorra's arms slowly rose to wrap around Grimmjow's neck, a rare display of vulnerability and trust.

Grimmjow nuzzled Ulquiorra's neck affectionately, a rare occurrence, and removed his fingers. He positioned himself at the pale man's entrance and looked him in the eye.

"Ready?"

Ulquiorra held onto Grimmjow's shoulders, his legs hooked around the taller man's waist as he pulled himself up so they could look each other in the eye.

"Yes."

Nodding, the blue haired man shifted his hips, entering the warm and tight hole that was Ulquiorra. Grimmjow buried his face in the pale mans neck, groaning as he completely sheathed himself.

"So.....tight..."

Ulquiorra bowed his head, biting down hard on Grimmjow's shoulder. Marking him, he realized, but not until after he'd done it. For some reason it was unacceptable for Grimmjow to treat him as if he were property, but for Ulquiorra to do it was perfectly fine.

He was distracted from his thoughts by the unbearably wonderful feeling of Grimmjow hitting that sweet spot inside him, and found himself pushing down harder on him to pet it repeatedly.

Getting the hint, Grimmjow began moving, making sure to hit the specific spot once more.

Ulquiorra let out another moan, this one lower and close to Grimmjow's ear, as if saying that he was the only one who would ever hear him like this.

A surge of pride shot down Grimmjow's spine as he felt Ulquiorra moan. He couldn't help but kiss the man's pale neck and bring them closer, continuing his movements.

"Fu-uckk" He groaned, letting his hand travel down and stroke Ulquiorra's member.

Ulquiorra was drawing blood on Grimmjow's back; he felt it smear on his palm as they ground against each other and warm fingers wrapped around his erection. He was lost; too far gone in the feeling of Grimmjow and every place he was touching him and all of the places he wasn't. They could have been held at gunpoint and he wouldn't have noticed. As he felt the burning pressure building in his groin, he tore himself from the sweet-smelling tan shoulder and found Grimmjow's lips again.

Grimmjow kissed Ulquiorra back sloppily, feeling the anticipation in the kiss. His pace quickening, he broke the kiss and roughly bit down on the pale man's shoulder, smothering the rather loud moan that was threatening to emerge from his throat.

Ulquiorra hissed as he felt Grimmjow's teeth break the skin of his shoulder, but only responded to the pain by quickening and roughening his movements, pounding against the blue-haired man with all of his strength.

Grimmjow growled possessively as he felt a coil tightening in his abdomen, telling him he was close.Grabbing both of Ulquiorras hands, he intertwined their fingers and held them above his head, kissing him heatedly.

Ulquiorra's final moan, louder than the others, was lost in Grimmjow's mouth, a shudder sweeping through his body as he reached his peak.

Feeling that Ulquiorra was almost there, his hips made a particularily hard thrust, hitting the memorable spot once more.

"Fuck...Almost....There" He groaned into the pale man's lips, thrusting blindly into the warmth and tight body that was Ulquiorra.

What Ulquiorra had promised himself would be the final moan ended up being the penultimate; the last one belonged on a trophy with Grimmjow's name on it. Although through his teeth, it was certainly loudest, and unbridled, his body stiffening and shuddering.

All thoughts flew out the window when Grimmjow heard Ulquiorra moan his name. His heart and stomach did a funny flip, completely unrelated to his upcoming climax, and he nuzzled the pale mans neck once more, his hips conitnuing their erratic thrusting, letting the pale man ride out his orgasm.

His own climax quickly taking over him, his hips made one last thrust and he was enveloped in white ecstasy, his lovers name escaped his lips.

Ulquiorra closed his eyes, his climax having sapped most of his energy, and leaned his head against Grimmjow's shoulder to look down at the bite mark he'd made.

"We're going to have... a lot of explaining to do..." he murmured.

"Tomorrow." Grimmjow grunted and fell down on the bed. He was tired and satisfied. Sighing happily, he felt the urge to pull the smaller man close to him and cuddle. He turned on his side, and watched the pale man.

Ulquiorra lay back against the pillows, his chest heaving, and looked over at Grimmjow with large eyes. Confused eyes, Grimmjow realized.

Grimmjow sighed as he watched the confused Ulquiorra. He said they would talk tomorrow, so they're going to talk tomorrow. He reached out and wrapped an arm around the pale mans waist, pulling his body back into his own. His other arm stretched out, served as a pillow for Ulquiorra.

"Sleep." He grumbled, pulling a the blanket over their naked bodies, getting comfortable and feeling his eyelids droop. He would never admit it, but post-coitus cuddling always had an appeal to him, and the way the smaller man's body seemed to fit against his was just.....perfect?