GrimmUlqui High School AU

Grimmjow completely ignored Ulquiorra, not wanting to get sidetracked while 'working'. He never did his work, making him spend hours in detention, but now, all he wanted is out. He didn't care what he had to do.

Muttering obscenities to himself, he grabbed a surgical mask of his own and got to work.

Eventually, however, they had no choice but to begin speaking to each other. Ulquiorra turned around with a sigh, and his eyes didn't change when he saw Grimmjow.

"I just cleaned that. Now you're just making it filthy again."

"Tsk." Was all that Grimmjow said. He rolled his eyes and went moved across the room, as far away from the pale man, and began cleaning once more. If he ignored Cifer, his problems would go away. He was sure of it.

"We may as well not pretend as if nothing happened between us," Ulquiorra said quietly, continuing to scrub the counter. His hands were red and raw from the sponges and soap, and they stung whenever the sponge's material rubbed against them. "Considering something did. And sooner or later you're going to have to deal with it."

"You said it was nothing." He sneered, not meeting the other man's gaze.

"My reputation isn't at stake. A homosexual journalist is nothing new." Ulquiorra picked up each beaker in turn, polishing them.

"...What?" Grimmjow asked, his eyes suddenly glued on the smaller male, completely surprised by what he just said. He couldn't be serious. Since when did Grimmjow care what everyone else thought about him? Yeah, he liked the perks of being popular, but he didn't really give a flying fuck about what was being said about him.

"Don't look at me and tell me that you don't care what they think." Ulquiorra abandoned the beakers, finally turning around and facing Grimmjow fully. "Don't lie to me."

"Since when have I cared what people think?" Grimmjow exclaimed, completely bewildered and a bit offended, unconsciously moving a bit closer to the pale man. It's not like he had to be gay, whatever happened to bisexual? He watched Ulquiorra carefully, trying to understand what the all hell was going on in his mind.

"You don't care now, because until now you haven't done anything they thought was wrong." Ulquiorra looked up at him from where he'd been watching the floor. "You brainless jocks are all the same."

Grimmjow's gaze quickly turned into a glare as he listened to what Ulquiorra had to say.

"Why the fuck do you care if I care?" he growled, getting frustrated every second. He did whatever the fuck he wanted to do, that has never changed. If he wanted to screw a man, he sure as hell going to go for it (though who he wanted still threw him off a bit).

"Do you want it, then?" Ulquiorra took a step toward him, raising an eyebrow. "If it's such a simple question. If you're so determined to do whatever you want, it should be easy for you to decide."

"Yes." Grimmjow replied without hesitation, but for some reason, the fact that he wanted it seemed irrelevant. He stared at Ulquiorra, unblinking watching his reaction.

"Do you?" He asked, thinking about what happened before and how the pale man had reacted.

"...Yes," Ulquiorra replied slowly. He saw no reason to lie. The blue-haired man didn't seem as if he was going to condemn him for his thoughts; in fact, he seemed to share them. Either way, he kept a straight face as he regarded Grimmjow cooly.

Grimmjow blinked at Ulquiorra and then smirked. That was most definitely a reply that he liked.

Then, he moved closer to the dark haired male, and stood, waiting to see what he would do next.

Ulquiorra backed up against the counter, until he was almost sitting on it. Grimmjow was a good head taller than he was, which would have been daunting in any other situation but the current one. He didn't break his gaze as the space between them became smaller and smaller.

Seeing Ulquiorra sit on the counter, he stepped closer and firmly grabbed his face pulling their lips together once more. He was done asking, now, he was taking what was his.

Ulquiorra's hands rose, one of them gripping the back of Grimmjow's head to hold their faces together, the other sliding down his back. He was used to thinking things through, everything, down to the last tiny decision. From what he had for breakfast each morning to how long it took him to fall asleep. Then why now did he have this unbearable desire to throw all of his thoughts away?

The blue haired man growled as he pulled Ulquiorra closer, letting his hands wrap around his narrow waist. Grimmjow bit Ulquiorra's lip and delved into his mouth.

Both of their surgical masks had fallen to the floor long ago, forgotten as Ulquiorra took a deep breath of formaldehyde-scented air through his nose. He parted his knees to allow Grimmjow to step up between them, closer and closer until there was no space at all.

Grimmjow quickly stepped closer to the man in his arms and quickly removed any remaining space between them. His hands slowly making their way under Ulquiorra's shirt, enjoying the feel of the pale skin under his large hands.

The dark-haired man broke away, looking up at Grimmjow dubiously. "We cannot do this in here," he murmured, breathing deep. "We were told to clean it, not get it even more dirty..."

Grimmjow sighed and tried to get his breathing to return to normal. He should have known that Ulquiorra was still thinking logically, though he was still a bit disappointed. It was quickly becoming a his goal to see the pale man lose control.

"...However... that doesn't mean... I wouldn't like to continue somewhere else."

Grimmjow smirked and stepped back a little, giving Ulquiorra some space to get down and fix himself. Quickly eying their work, he deemed it acceptable and began walking towards to door, not caring where they continue, as long as they do.