GrimmUlqui High School AU

Suddenly, Ulquiorra grabbed Grimmjow by the back of his head and forced their mouths together roughly. "I would never use such vile language to describe it," he breathed, before taking advantage of Grimmjow's shock and sliding past him.

Before he knew what the fuck was going on, he was being pulled down roughly and a pair of surprisingly soft lips were on his. For a couple of seconds, all Grimmjow could do was gape, until his brain could process what was going on.

Then, as if a light-bulb was lit in his head, he let his eyes close and he roughly pressed himself closer to Ulquiorra and kissed him back.

Ulquiorra dragged him down the first alleyway he saw to avoid being seen, letting himself be pressed hard against the brick. He brought a hand up to touch Grimmjow's hair, almost experimentally. His motions were all deliberate and slow, but not timid in the least.

Just as Grimmjow felt a hand go into his hair, he suddenly pulled away from the kiss, panting hard.

"What... What the fuck was that?!" He asked, bewildered.

Ulquiorra stared at him for a long moment before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and walking away down the alley. "It was nothing. That's what it was."

"Oi!" He exclaimed, quickly running after the fleeing man. Once caught up, he garbed the mans pale wrist and kept him from walking away from him. It seemed as though he was doing that a lot lately, for god knows what reason.

"That was something. Don't fuck with me, Cifer." Grimmjow growled, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice. He didn't even know what the hell was going on, but he liked the feel of the mans lips on his own. A small voice in the back of his head told him it was much more, but he couldn't accept that. It just wasn't possible....

"Don't tell me you want more." Ulquiorra turned his head to look at him. "Why don't you just let me go home?" He looked down at their hands, Grimmjow's skin darker against his, and much warmer as well.

"Fuck." He growled, not knowing what to do. If he let Cifer go home, bad things would happen. Especially to his mind, and in all honesty, he hated that.

Doing what he felt was right, Grimmjow grabbed the smaller male's hips and pulled them flush against his. "What if I don't want you go home?" He growled, before leaning forward and crashing his lips against Ulquiorra's.

"Then..." Ulquiorra muttered between kisses as they moved closer to the alley wall. "I guess you'll just have to come with me." Both of them had abandoned the notebook, which lay forgotten on the damp ground.

"That." Kisses.

"Means." Kisses him again.

"Moving." Kisses the pale man again, tightening his grip on the small waist in his hands. He didn't want to stop, and going anywhere meant stopping.

"We can't..." More kisses, this time open-mouthed and desperate. "...In this alley.... Idiot..."

Grimmjow growled in protest of what was being said. He pressed himself closer, removing any space that previously existed between the two, and continued the frenzied kissing.

"Excuse me?" came a voice from behind them. One of the shop owners who's back door resided in the alley had opened it, and looked decidedly confused and more than a little irritated.

Ulquiorra deftly stepped away from Grimmjow.

It was as if cold water was poured on top of Grimmjow’s head, and he was brought back to reality. What the fuck were they just about to do? What the fuck was he doing?!

“Fuck.” He said once the shop owner went back inside, racking his hand through his hair. He looked at the shorter man, seeing what his next move was gonna be.

"...I'll see you tomorrow," Ulquiorra said shortly, bending to pick up his notebook. He buttoned the three buttons of his sweater that Grimmjow had managed to undo, brushing himself off as if to get the smell and feel of Grimmjow off of his skin and clothes.

Grimmjow gaped at the other man. Was he really that unaffected? He growled a little and glared at the ground, as if it had done something to personally offend him.

“Fine.” He said, his voice a bit weird to his own ears.

Ulquiorra rushed out of the alley, leaving Grimmjow behind as quickly as he could and forcing his face to stay neutral for all the stuff that was going on in his head.

As he'd suspected, no one was at his house when he got home, and as soon as he got upstairs he tore the offending pages out of the notebook and threw them in the trash. They could yell all they wanted. He wasn't writing that article.

Grimmjow stared at the silhouette rushing out of the alley as quick as he could. The blue haired man did the same and rushed home, taking a cold shower as soon as he could. No one was in the house with him, his parents were off in Spain or something for the month. Party completely forgotten, he dropped onto his bed and screamed into his pillow, for the first time in his life.

Cifer had no idea what kind of twisted things he just did to his mind. All he could think about was how well the man seemed to fit under him and the taste of his soft lips.

Grimmjow growled again and hit his bed. He loved boobs and vagina, yet here he was, going crazy over this one man who he had loved to torment.
A little part of him whispered that he had teased him just to have some sort of contact with him, but that just wasn’t possible. Four years of teasing didn’t mean anything. Nothing at all.

From where he'd thrown it on his bed, his phone began to vibrate. It was one of his teammates, more than likely wanting to ask about the party.

Grimmjow sighed as he remembered that he was hosting the damned party.
Fuck, he muttered as he changed his clothes and went back downstairs. He was really glad that he had bought all the drinks yesterday and had the rest of the team bring the food. He couldn’t cook worth shit, so that was way out of the question.

A rather obnoxious knock brought him back from his musings and he sighed. He had to l
look excited when all he wanted to do was sleep. At least he could get drunk, that would save his life. His mind suddenly wandered over to the silent black haired man and what had occurred between them not an hour ago.
Grimmjow sighed once more muttering to himself, “This is gonna be a fucking long night.”

"You never wrote the story?"

Ulquiorra sighed as he sat at his desk in the newspaper office the next day. Across from him, Szayel had both eyebrows raised, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his mouth.

"They're going to have your head for that." Szayel was one of the newspaper's main photographers, although getting him to take a picture of something appropriate for a school newspaper was a trying task. He came back from sports photoshoots with close-ups of roadkill and insects too often enough.

Szayel was odd, sometimes even seeming dangerous, but Ulquiorra wasn't in any position to pass up friends.

"It's a long story," he muttered, turning his computer on.

"No, you want to here a long story? Yesterday in the chemistry lab, I was doing a little experiment with some carbon monoxide..."

Ulquiorra let him ramble, not paying much attention and not caring what he had to say. He couldn't shake the feeling of... Grimmjow off of him. Everything. The feel, the smell, even the taste... it was all still there, as if Ulquiorra had unintentionally preserved it.

The usual blaring alarm clock woke him up, and he raised his arm, trying to find it and smash it to oblivion. After searching for it and failing, he groaned into his pillow and got up, trudging over to his shower. Freezing cold water fell onto his back, and instantly killed his "morning wood". He hissed loudly and fought the urge to jump out of the shower.

He had done it again. All night bright emerald eyes haunted his dreams, soft lips on his and pale hands in his hair. A deep growl erupted from his throat and his fist collided with the shower wall.

Realizing he was taking too long, he got out of the shower and grabbed an apple for breakfast, hearing his mothers disapproval of his dismissal of breakfast, he walked over to his car and drove over to the school. He was supposed to meet with the team before school, but as he parked his car, he heard the tardy bell.

"Damn it." He muttered to himself, locking his car and walked over to his class. Another detention would get him kicked off the team, so he would actually have to attend.

As he walked into class and took his usual seat, the old man teaching gave him a look and simply said, "Detention"

"Idiot," came a voice from behind him. Ulquiorra kept his eyes trained on his book, trying to keep as detached from Grimmjow as was possible.

"You too, Cifer."

His eyes darted up from his book. "I was only speaking the truth."

"I don't commend name-calling in my class. Both of you will meet me back in this very room after school, when you will clean the biology lab until it is spotless."

Ulquiorra inwardly grimaced. They were in the midst of dissecting some extremely smelly frogs in biology; Szayel had smelled so strongly of formaldehyde in the newspaper office that they'd had to break out the Febreeze.

The blue haired man grimaced openly at the thought of being in a closed room with the man who had spent the whole night tormenting him. Alcohol tasted gross, for the first time in his life, and two beers made him even more prone to hallucinations. He could have sworn the green eyed man had been at his party.

He huffed, sitting down, and went right back to sleep. He was so not in the mood to pretend to pay attention. Its not like he gave a shit about English. Suddenly, his previous conversation with Ulquiorra flashed past his mind, and he grimaced. Now was really not the time to be thinking about those kinds of things.

the rest of the day passed by practically the same. Everyone on the team asked him why he was so pissy, and he just shrugged them off. Women threw themselves at him, and for the first time, he wasn't even tempted. Their mini skirts and low cut shirts didn't even make him look twice at them, but every time he saw green, he had to keep himself from doing a double take. He was damn sure that his knuckles were split with how many times he punched random shit.

Possitively pissed off, he walked loudly into the biology room .

Ulquiorra was already there, wiping down one of the sinks with a sponge. He didn't even look up when Grimmjow entered the room, but simply continued, black sleeves rolled up and his nose and mouth covered with a surgical mask in an effort to keep out the smell.

He wasn't going to look at Grimmjow. He wasn't going to humor him, or lead him on. They were going to clean the lab, quite separately, and then go their separate ways, as they always did.