GrimmUlqui High School AU

"Not now," Ulquiorra added quickly. "...This weekend. Saturday." He swallowed hard, barely believing what he was saying. "I'll give you my address."

Grimmjow turned around, facing the shorter man once more and waited for his address. He could wait till Saturday. Two days wasn't long at all.

Ulquiorra took Grimmjow's hand and scrawled his address on the back of it, taking a deep breath. His hands on Grimmjow's were cool and smooth, not at all like his own rough, tanned fingers.

Grimmjow looked over the address, making sure he could read it and get an idea of where the house was. He looked back up at Ulquiorra, pressed a rough kiss on his lips, silently promising great things, and stepped away, ready to leave.

"...Wait." Ulquiorra reached out and grabbed Grimmjow's sleeve with slim, pale fingers.

Grimmjow stopped and turned around, waiting to see what the smaller man wanted from him.

"...No, nevermind." Ulquiorra gathered up his messenger bag and pushed past Grimmjow, out into the hallway. "I'll see you on Saturday."

The blue haired man rolled his eyes and followed the shorter man out of the school, ready to go home and sleep.

"Later." He said, hands in his pockets, already walking towards his house.

The rest of the week passed slowly, painfully so, as Ulquiorra spent most of his classes staring dully at the board. Szayel was suspicious, he saw, narrowing his eyes at Ulquiorra from across their conjoined desk in the newspaper office, but as of that week he would go to his grave with the knowledge that he was probably going to bed their football team's star quarterback in mere days.

The days seemed to move slower than usual. Football practice was the only place where he was letting out his frustrations. Cold showers became a must in the mornings as it seemed that green eyes and pale skin all but took over his thoughts.

Finally Friday came around and he was more than ready to leave the school, and get a start on his weekend. No more interruptions.

"Jeagerjaquez," the smooth voice came from over his shoulder in the last period they had together before the final bell. "I don't suppose I could convince you to move our plans up a day."

Grimmjow turned around and grinned widely at the shorter man.

"Fuck yeah." He replied without hesitating. He had absolutely nothing to do and no one waiting for him at home. As a matter of fact, he was free all weekend, now that he thought about it.

"Don't get any ideas." Ulquiorra seemed to have an uncanny ability to read his mind. "This doesn't mean today and tomorrow. Well... I suppose that depends how it goes."

Grimmjow just kept on grinning and raised an eyebrow, accepting the challenge. He prided himself on being able to please, and he wasn't planing on stopping now.

"Don't come until four thirty or five. I don't need you following me home," Ulquiorra added stiffly, standing as the bell rang and starting to file his notebooks and textbook back into his bag.

"Tsk, you wish," He replied dismissively. The blue haired man picked up his bag and walked out the door, not waiting for the bell to ring. He grined the whole way home, already plotting the things he could and would do.

Ulquiorra walked home in silence, the anticipation he felt strange to him. Why should he be looking forward to having sex with Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez? And who said he was even going to let him under his clothes? Maybe he'd disappoint him at the last minute. That would certainly get rid of him.

But did he want to get rid of him? Ulquiorra kicked a stone that was in the path of his boot. No... for some reason, he found he liked his company.

Impossible, he scoffed. It was just because of the ill-timed makeout session in the alley. It got their hormones a bit too anxious. Szayel told him things about hormones almost daily; Ulquiorra was certain that all of these feelings must be the result of them. He didn't have anything remotely close to feelings for the blue-haired jock.

Did he?

Grimmjow walked in his house and looked at the time.

He sighed. The clock read 3:00, as it did everytime he got home. Between getting home, dropping off his things, and going to practise, his days always seemed so short. Though now, time seemed to move impossibly slow. Shaking his head, the blue haired male walked up his stairs, drilled off his bag, and changed into his jogging clothes, ready to kill time.

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Getting out of his shower, he put on the closest thing he could find and walked out of his house. Address in hand, he was was more than ready to see the pale, dark haired man again.

He wasn't sure how far Ulquiorra was going to let him go, but he was definitely going to enjoy himself.

When he approached the humble house, bricks crumbling and weeds overgrown, Ulquiorra was sitting outside, a book open on his lap. A slim finger was raised to his mouth as he bit down on a fingernail, but as soon as he looked up and saw Grimmjow, the hand was down and all signs of anxiety were thrown away.

Walking down the street, Grimmjow kept his hands in his pockets and his gaze on the pavement. Making the last turn onto the pale-man's street, he straightened his back and looked around, finding the house almost instantly. Ulquiorra was sitting on the porch, and the blue haired man simply walked up to him and stared.

Ulquiorra sighed, emerald gaze shifting from the book and up to Grimmjow. "It's impolite to stare."

Grimmjow shrugged his shoulders and continued staring, now amused by the dark haired mans reaction.

"Let's get this over with." Ulquiorra shoved the book at Grimmjow's chest, taking off his jacket as he stepped inside.

His house, Grimmjow noticed, was simple and neat, but without any personality. It looked more like a display at a furniture store than an actual living place. There were no books or magazines lying on any tables, no remote controls, vases of flowers, or anything else you would find to personalize a home.

Grimmjow smirked and followed the shorter man into his own house. He really couldn't care less about the house, though he did notice the fact that the house seemed as though no one really lived in it. Which quite honestly, didn't surprise him in the least.

Ulquiorra's bedroom was, if possible, even more bare, with nothing but a bed, dresser, and desk with a laptop and camera resting on it. Throwing his sweater against the wall, he faced Grimmjow again, with almost a look of apprehension.