GrimmUlqui High School AU

Grimmjow took off his clothes and threw them into the hamper. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and noticed the red marks on his back, sighing. Those probably wouldn't go away for another day or two, which limited the clothes he could wear.

Sighing, he garbed a fresh pair of underwear right as Ulquiorra walked into his room.

He leaned against the doorframe, eyeing Grimmjow with approval. "I'm glad to see you wear fresh underwear every day," he said.

Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow slipped on his boxer briefs and stared at the man standing in front of him.

"Ya' like the view?" Grimmjow teased, smirking lightly.

"I would be lying if I said that I didn't," Ulquiorra said, the corner of his lip tugging upwards. He was certain he had smiled more in the past twelve hours than he had his entire life.

He laughed and sauntered over to the pale man. "Ya' should." He whispered into his ear before backing up and going to hunt for the rest of his clothes.

Ulquiorra grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back for a kiss. "You should wear a tank top," he muttered.

Surprised by the kiss, Grimmjow was still, listening to the words that came out of Ulquiorra's lips.

"Err, Why?" He asked, confused by the mans suggestion.

"So everyone will see these." Ulquiorra raked his fingernails down the cuts on Grimmjow's upper back.

Grimmjow shivered as he felt Ulquiorra's fingernails go down his back, and definitely not in pain.

"Ya' really shouldn't do that." He said, his voice getting a bit lower than usual.

"Why not?" Ulquiorra asked, his voice low and close to Grimmjow's ear.

Grimmjow pushed the smaller man up against his dresser, moving his lips right next to his ear, "'Cuz yer' gonna probably still sore." he whispered harshly, his voice getting a bit hoarse.

Ulquiorra grabbed Grimmjow by the hair, staring him in the eye. "You underestimate me."

Grimmjow closed the gap between them and crashed his lips on to Ulquiorras roughly. His own hands grabbing him by the hips, the blue haired man pulled away.

Eyes still closed, Grimmjow muttered, "Oh am I?"

"I certainly hope you don't expect to remain in the same positions we were in last night consistently," Ulquiorra murmured.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and looked at the man, "What?"

Ulquiorra pushed him away from the dresser in a sudden display of strength, shoving him down onto the bed.

Surprised, Grimmjow bounced a little as he hit his bed, blue comforter caving in under him. The blue haired man stared openly at the man ont op of him. He should have been bothered, he really should have, but he couldn't bring himself to be. All his mind was thinking was 'Holy shit, why the fuck do I find that so fuckin' hot?'

Ulquiorra, still very businesslike and genuine, trapped Grimmjow's hips between his legs and looked down at him, unamused.

"If you get some of me, I get some of you."

Grimmjow nodded and grabbed Ulquiorra's face, kissing him hungrily.

Ulquiorra moved down to Grimmjow's neck, biting the sensitive skin beneath his jawline.

Grimmjow tilted his head back, giving the man more area to nibble at; his hands gripping Ulquiorra's biceps hard.

"Turn over," Ulquiorra ordered flatly. straightening and swinging his leg off of Grimmjow's hips.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and reluctantly rolled over, a bit confused though he trusted Ulquiorra enough.

Ulquiorra raised a hand to his mouth and wet two fingers, calmly running his other hand down Grimmjow's back until he got to the hem of his underwear.

Grimmjow's back broke out in goosebumps. Involuntarily, the blue haired man arched his back as the two fingers traced a line down his back.