LOG!
Who: Ulquiorra and Grimmjaw
What: Camping!
Where: ...The woods. o.O
When: ...Whenever. :D
Why: Because we wanted a crack log. :D
Rating NC-17
This started as a crack log, we swear. >.> S'mores and river racing and tent sex galore, whee!
Grimmjaw threw another log in the fire pit and shoved a few more wads of newspaper under the little teepee he’d made out of wood. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket with a wide smile, he lit the newspaper on fire, and grinned as the flames slowly spread. Soon a large fire was crackling happily and Grimmjaw threw up a fist in triumph. “Ulquiorra! Get over here and check out what I did! I made a fire!” He gestured to the fire pit, grinning with a smug sense of accomplishment. “Isn’t it awesome???”
Ulquiorra wandered over from the strange bit of yellow vegetation he’d spotted growing on a tree and peered over Grimmjaw’s shoulder, frowning in mild confusion. “It is a fire,” he said simply, glancing from it to the Arrancar. “What of it?”
Grimmjaw rolled his eyes, but his grin didn’t fade. “I made it! I built it! Isn’t that cool!?” He asked, poking at the fire with a stick. “Now we should make food. What do you want to eat?” He pulled the stick out of the fire and held it up in the air, the end glowing red. “Unless you’d rather go exploring first.”
“A Cero would have built it faster,” Ulquiorra pointed out, watching him. He looked again at the fire. “What can we cook on an open flame?” He had no knowledge of the preparation of human food, and he wasn’t sure Grimmjaw did either. He didn’t want it ruined before they could eat it. “I would rather eat now and look around afterwards.”
Grimmjaw shrugged. “Yeah, but a Cero would’ve been too easy. Um…I think humans usually have hot dogs or marshmallows over a fire. I got both. And I have condiments and buns and graham crackers and chocolate. Because that’s what you’re supposed to have.” Grimmjaw searched through the small Igloo cooler he’d brought and fished out a bag of marshmallows. “So?”
Ulquiorra stared at him. “…I don’t know what the majority of that is,” he admitted after a moment. “Can you cook chocolate?” He knew he liked that, at least. As for the marshmallows, graham crackers, and hot dogs, though, he wasn’t sure. The sheer amount of different foods those humans had developed continued to surprise him.
Grimmjaw smirked. “I looked it up. You don’t cook the chocolate, you’re supposed to roast the marshmallows on a stick or something and put them between two graham crackers with a piece of chocolate. It’s called a S’More.” He poked at the bag of marshmallows tentatively. “They’re supposed to be really good, but I’ve never had one before. Wanna try it?” He held the bag of marshmallows out to Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra took the bag and squished it experimentally. He looked at Grimmjaw in surprise. “They’re soft.” He didn’t think he’d ever eaten anything of this texture before. He also didn’t think it would taste very good, but he supposed he would try it anyway, so that he could know for sure. He held the bag out to Grimmjaw again. “Make me one.”
Taking the bag back from Ulquiorra, Grimmjaw grinned and pulled an already prepared stick from behind his back and tore the bag open, sticking three marshmallows on the end and shoving them directly into the flames where they promptly caught fire. He pulled them out and eyed them curiously before blowing them out. “I don’t think that that was supposed to happen.” He pulled the gooey mess from the stick and attempted to get at least some of it into his mouth. “Mmm. But a bit crunchy. Maybe not directly IN the fire.”
On his second attempt, Grimmjaw only used two marshmallows, and held them over the flames carefully, concentrating with furrowed brow in order to make sure that the marshmallows didn’t catch fire this time. When he had decided that they were adequately browned, he whipped out the graham crackers and chocolate and assembled two s’mores, as wikipedia had instructed him. Proudly handing Ulquiorra the finished product, he grinned. “Here! Try it.”
Ulquiorra held it between his thumb and forefinger and stared at it, frowning. It was sticky. And messy. He felt like he should be using silverware. Still…he could feel it cooling rapidly, so he sniffed it experimentally and, upon realizing that it would taste sweet, carefully took a bite before looking at Grimmjaw again. “It is surprisingly good,” he told him, smelling it again. “This…marshmallow…is a new flavor.”
Grimmjaw gave Ulquiorra a toothy grin around a rather large bite of his own s’more. “Yeah, it’s really good!” he said with his mouth full, cracker crumbs shooting out of his mouth. “And it’s gooey. I don’t know why, but that’s awesome.”
“Hmm.” Ulquiorra finished his…snack…and picked up the bag of marshmallows thoughtfully. “Can these be eaten by themselves?” he asked Grimmjaw. They were obviously very sugary, and Ulquiorra liked that. And their sponginess intrigued him. He wondered why there weren’t more foods like these.
Grimmjaw shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” He grabbed one and popped it into his mouth. “These are so weird. But really sweet,” he said, again, with his mouth full.
Ulquiorra blinked, watching him, then tried one himself. “…Hmm. Yes.” He tried another, squishing the bag in his hands again curiously. “I like these,” he told Grimmjaw. “We should get more for later.”
“Later?” Grimmjaw asked around three or four marshmallows that he’d shoved in his mouth. “What’s happening later?”
Ulquiorra shrugged and ate another one. “Nothing. I just like them. I‘ll want to eat them again later. Are any of the other new foods sweet like this?” He rifled through the cooler Grimmjaw had brought curiously. Perhaps this “camping trip” wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Grimmjaw stuck another marshmallow on the end of his stick and held it over the fire. “Umm…the hot dogs and stuff aren’t. There’s this weird trail mix thing in there called puppy chow, though. It’s supposed to be sweet. I don’t know, I just grabbed random shit.”
“I see.” Ulquiorra watched Grimmjaw curiously for a moment before grabbing a stick of his own and imitating him. When his marshmallow promptly caught fire, he pulled it back out again and stared at it, confused. “Why is it doing that? Yours hasn’t.” He twirled the stick between his fingers, wondering if there was some way to put it out and eat it still.
Grimmjaw blew out Ulquiorra’s marshmallow. “Don’t put it in the fire. Just near,” he said authoritatively, as though he had been doing this for years instead of just five minutes. He stuck a new marshmallow on the end of Ulquiorra’s stick for him and directed it to a spot that was hot, but not flaming. “There.”
“Ah.” Ulquiorra held the marshmallow where Grimmjaw had put it for him and turned it slowly, watching as it turned a light golden brown. He took it out again and tasted it, wincing slightly at the heat, but choosing to ignore it for the flavor, which was surprisingly good. “I like these,” he said again, as he reached for another.
Grimmjaw pulled out one last marshmallow and stuck it on the end of his stick, determined to roast this one absolutely perfectly. “This is the last one,” he announced almost gravely. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” Ulquiorra said quickly, leaning forward to take it. “You’re sure this is the last? You didn’t get more than one bag?” That was disappointing. The rest of the food didn’t look as sweet, though he supposed they did still have some chocolate. Still…
“I didn’t think they’d be gone this fast,” Grimmjaw said, frowning a little as Ulquiorra practically inhaled the last marshmallow. “Let’s go exploring now. I think there’s a river over through those woods over there.” He pointed in some vague direction and stood up, brushing off his pants with sticky fingers.
Ulquiorra looked where he was pointing and stood as well, vaguely curious. “All right.” He started off in that direction slowly, picking his way over the unfamiliar foliage at his feet. This would be new and, he hoped, interesting.
Grimmjaw tromped through the brush, swatting away bugs and low branches toward the faint sound of running water. He pulled back a branch so he could pass, but let go a little too early, and the branch whipped back to smack Ulquiorra square in the face.
Ulquiorra stopped and glared at Grimmjaw’s back, allowing his reiatsu to press down on him warningly for a brief moment. “Be more careful, Sexta,” he said evenly, pressing the branch away again so he could move past it himself. “You are not the only one here.”
Losing his breath for a moment, Grimmjaw nearly tripped. “I know I’m not the only one here. Sorry, I got excited.” He took a few more big steps forward and came to a clearing in the brush, revealing a small river with a sandy bank. “See!? Here we are!”
Ulquiorra stepped up beside him and looked over the landscape curiously. “It looks very…dirty,” he said finally, glancing at Grimmjaw. “Where exactly did you want to explore in it?”
Grimmjaw scratched his head and surveyed the countryside. “I’m not really sure. I was hoping there would be something interesting to do.” He took a step toward the river and peered into it questioningly. The water seemed to be decently deep, and not that dirty. “We could go swimming?”
Ulquiorra stared at him in honest confusion. “Why? We would get wet, and I prefer to stay dry.” He looked out over the water and tried to figure out if there was a very strong current.
Grimmjaw sighed. “I don’t know. It could be fun.” He shrugged and peeled off his shirt. “Well you don’t have to come, I’ll go by myself.” He started pulling his shoes off, and threw one in Ulquiorra’s general direction, although not far enough to hit him.
Ulquiorra looked at the shoe, then at Grimmjaw, watching as the Arrancar undressed. “You’re really going in there?” he asked, frowning at the murky river water. “There could be something living in it.”
“Probably. But do you really think anything living in there could really bother us?” Grimmjaw shrugged again, pulling off his pants, revealing that he hasn‘t been wearing undergarments. “It’s fresh water. At worst there are fish in there.” He turned to Ulquiorra, naked as the day he was born, and smirked. “Why, are you scared?”
Ulquiorra glared at him, trying to keep his eyes from wandering anywhere but his face. “No. I simply don‘t see the point of going in there. You will get wet, and you will get dirty, and creatures may attack you. Weak as they are, it is still annoying.”
“I still think that the fun would outweigh all that.” Grimmjaw climbed to the top of a tree that was leaning out over the river, jumping in and creating a great big splash.
Ulquiorra sighed to himself, his reiatsu automatically thickening around him in order to deflect the water. He approached the river and peered down into it cautiously, careful not to slip in the sand. The dirt in it was too thick to see more than a foot or so, and Grimmjaw was nowhere to be found. He really didn’t understand this swimming thing, but he assumed the Espada would be all right, given his strength.
Staying underwater for longer than was really necessary, Grimmjaw suddenly popped out of the water and grabbed Ulquiorra from the bank, pulling him in with an evil cackle.
Ulquiorra made a small sound of surprise and set his feet against the bank, but lost his footing in the loose sand and slipped down into the water. It was cold and it was dirty, and his first reaction was to shed his gigai and leave it, but he knew that wouldn’t help. Instead he surfaced and looked around for Grimmjaw, his reiatsu thrumming at a murderous level.
Grimmjaw popped up again, right in front of Ulquiorra and kissed him quickly before ducking back under the water and swimming a short way away.
Ulquiorra blinked, surprised, then glared at where Grimmjaw had disappeared and followed him there. This was not funny. He was wet. Grimmjaw would pay for that.
Raising his eyebrows cautiously, Grimmjaw stopped and turned back towards Ulquiorra. “See? It’s not that bad,” he said hopefully.
Ulquiorra eyed him warily for a moment before swiping his hand over the water, sending a wave of water over Grimmjaw’s head. “I suppose not,” he said evenly, “but you could have allowed me a moment to undress first.”
Grimmjaw smirked sheepishly, coughing on a bit of water he‘d accidentally inhaled in the sudden wave. “Sorry.”
“Mmm.” Ulquiorra tread water carefully and peeled his shirt off, tossing it back onto the bank. The water felt gritty on his skin, and it was so murky that he couldn’t see any lower than his stomach. He frowned and looked again at Grimmjaw. “Now what?”
Grimmjaw splashed water at Ulquiorra playfully. “Wanna race?
Ulquiorra wiped his face clean and splashed him back. “In the water? To where?”
“Yes, in the water. And no Sonido. That’s cheating.” Glancing down the river, Grimmjaw spotted a huge log jutting out into the middle. “To that log. You ready?”
“…Hmm.” Ulquiorra splashed Grimmjaw suddenly, then took off while he was distracted by the water. Grimmjaw had pulled him in without permission; Ulquiorra could only return the favor.
Laughing incredulously, Grimmjaw made a small noise of protest before taking off after Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra allowed Grimmjaw to catch up to him, then grabbed his head and shoved it down under the water, pushing him backwards. He allowed himself a small smirk before taking off for the log again.
Grimmjaw came up, sputtering, before taking off again, at full speed, determined to make it to the log first.
Ulquiorra felt him approaching again and knocked him back with his reiatsu, touching the log well ahead of the Arrancar and looking back at him triumphantly. “I win.”
Grimmjaw finally made it to the log and leaned against it, breathing slightly more heavily than normal. “You cheated.”
Ulquiorra looked at him blankly. “I didn’t. I did exactly as you said.”
“You cheated,” Grimmjaw said again, splashing Ulquiorra playfully. “Whatever.”
“I didn’t,” Ulquiorra repeated, splashing him back. “You are just a sore loser. You always have been.”
“You did.” Grimmjaw splashed Ulquiorra harder. “Cheater.”
Ulquiorra shoved Grimmjaw under the water with his reiatsu and held him there for a moment, then watched blankly as he surfaced and sputtered. “I didn’t,” he said calmly. “You told me to race you to this log. I did, and I won. There were no rules to break.”
Grimmjaw coughed up a mouthful of water and pouted. “I wasn’t aware that I had to be so specific.” He stood and ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re no fun.”
Ulquiorra looked around them carefully, then turned to Grimmjaw again. “I see nothing better.”
Grimmjaw smirked and slogged through the water back over to Ulquiorra. He rested his hands heavily on Ulquiorra’s shoulders. “Just my luck, I guess.”
“Hmm.” Ulquiorra looked up at him blankly. “Now we’re wet, and your clothes are over there. What do you suggest we do?”
Stepping a bit closer, Grimmjaw shrugged. “I have no idea. There’s really nothing to do out here, is there?”
“You are the one who suggested this trip,” Ulquiorra reminded him, refusing to move without more incentive. “What did you think we would do here?”
“Marshmallows,” Grimmjaw answered with another smirk, leaning in and kissing Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra didn’t reciprocate, choosing to watch him blankly instead. “Marshmallows are not a verb,” he said flatly. “And they’re gone now. Did you not bother to think of some sort of failsafe?”
Grimmjaw groaned and pushed Ulquiorra back in the water. “You’re impossible.”
Ulquiorra let himself be pushed before returning, stepping a little closer to Grimmjaw than before. “You are just impatient,” he said, letting his reiatsu curl around him without quite touching.
Grimmjaw stood still, attempting to avoid reacting to Ulquiorra’s reiatsu. “You’re teasing me.”
“I’m not,” Ulquiorra told him, brushing it against him impatiently. “You are simply not reacting.”
Grimmjaw frowned. “You pretend you don’t know what I’m thinking.”
Ulquiorra brushed him again. “I never said I didn’t know what you were thinking.”
“You’re teasing me,” Grimmjaw repeated, lifting a hand to cup Ulquiorra’s cheek.
“I’m not,” Ulquiorra replied, allowing himself to lean into it a little. “You’re just refusing to respond.”
Grimmjaw sighed. “You were.” He ran a thumb down Ulquiorra’s cheek. “You really are impossible.”
Ulquiorra watched him quietly for a moment. “You’re just impatient. You like to tease me, but you do not enjoy being teased.”
Grimmjaw smirked. “You’re one to talk.”
Ulquiorra met his eyes. “I do not pout when I am teased.”
Grimmjaw leaned in closer. “You’re more impatient than I am.”
“I am not,” Ulquiorra protested, closing his reiatsu around him gently.
Grimmjaw ran his hands lightly down Ulquiorra’s sides. “You are.”
Ulquiorra shifted a little closer, his reiatsu tightening slightly. “What makes you say that?”
Grimmjaw shifted closer in turn, hooking his thumbs in the waist of Ulquiorra’s pants below the surface of the water. “You’ll break.”
Ulquiorra eyed him warily. “Break?”
Grimmjaw tugged at Ulquiorra’s waistband. “You’ll cave first.”
Ulquiorra glared at him. “I will not. You are the more impatient between the two of us.”
Grimmjaw grinned. “You’d think so. But I know better.”
“You do know better,” Ulquiorra argued. “You are the impulsive, impatient one.”
“Yes,” Grimmjaw agreed, “but, you’re secretly far more impatient than I am.” Grimmjaw leaned in and whispered in Ulquiorra’s ear, “And I’m the only one who knows it.”
Ulquiorra’s reiatsu shivered slightly around him, then tightened in a light warning. “I am not. I simply know what to wait for and what to hurry.”
Grimmjaw sucked in a breath, right in Ulquiorra’s ear, and ran his fingernails along his hips. “Do you? You always seem to be in a hurry, even when we have all the time in the world.”
Ulquiorra tightened his reiatsu around him again, lifting his hands to rest them on Grimmjaw’s wrists. “I can wait if I have to,” he said softly. “I just don’t want to.”
Smiling, Grimmjaw tightened his hands on Ulquiorra’s hips. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing that with me, you never have to wait.”
“I don’t think you could make me,” Ulquiorra said honestly, running his hands up his arms slowly. “I don’t wish to wait. You can’t.”
“I could,” Grimmjaw protested, shivering, “but I don’t want to either.”
Ulquiorra ran his fingernails over his elbows, scratching light lines in the skin. “You may think that,” he said, nipping gently at his jaw, “but I know better.”
Grimmjaw tightened his fingers again and leaned in closer to Ulquiorra’s ear. “You always cave first.”
“I do not ‘cave’,” Ulquiorra told him, scraping his teeth below his jawbone. “Caving implies an attempt to resist doing what you want. I do not prevent myself from such things.”
Grimmjaw pulled Ulquiorra closer, wrapping one arm around his waist as the other lifted out of the water to tangle in Ulquiorra’s hair. “Well…not anymore.”
“…Hmm. No, not anymore.” Ulquiorra tipped Grimmjaw’s head down and kissed him, holding him there so he couldn’t pull away and tease him anymore.
Grimmjaw was more than ready to stop playing games, and kissed Ulquiorra back, tightening his arms.
Ulquiorra pulled away after a moment. “We’re still in the river,” he reminded Grimmjaw. “Perhaps we should move.”
“Yeah, I’m getting pruney.“ Grimmjaw smiled and glanced over the bank of the river for a suitable place to get out of the water. “Do you want to go back to the tent, or…?” Grimmjaw instinctively threaded his fingers with Ulquiorra’s and tugged him gently toward the riverbank.
“Or?” Ulquiorra wanted to know, following him. “The tent does not look very comfortable.”
“Riverbank.”
“But the riverbank is dirty.”
“Then we have the tent.” Grimmjaw rolled his eyes.
“The tent is dirty too,” Ulquiorra pointed out.
“I brought a sleeping bag. And it’s less dirty.”
“Ah.” Ulquiorra followed him out of the water and looked distastefully at his dripping pants. “…You did not think ahead, did you.”
Grimmjaw sighed. “It’s just dirt.”
“And water,” Ulquiorra added, peeling them off before they could get dragged through the mud. “I note that yours are still devoid of both.”
“Then take yours off and hang them up to dry,” Grimmjaw said, rolling his eyes again. “It’s not my fault you were being difficult.”
“I was not being difficult.” Ulquiorra draped them over his arm, then went to do the same with his shirt. “You were trying to convince me to do something for no reason,” he added, approaching again. “You were being difficult.”
“No I wasn’t.” Grimmjaw grabbed Ulquiorra’s clothes from him and hung them on a high branch, above Ulquiorra’s immediate reach. He paused for a moment to admire Ulquiorra’s form and took his hand again. “Tent?”
Ulquiorra watched him silently, closing his hand around Grimmjaw’s when he took it again. He started back for the tent. “Yes. Let us see how this ‘sleeping bag’ works.”
Grimmjaw led Ulquiorra back to their camping area, where the fire had burned itself down to embers. He pulled aside the tent flap and held out a hand, motioning that Ulquiorra should enter first.
Ulquiorra looked down at it for a moment, unimpressed, then awkwardly crawled inside, moving back to give Grimmjaw room. It was small and it was cramped, but it wasn’t too dirty. He could make do with it.
Grimmjaw crawled in after him, zipping up the tent and pulling a small sleeping bag out of one of the corners of the tent. He unrolled it, spreading it out, unzipped, over the floor of the tent. “See? Perfect.”
“Mmm.” Ulquiorra watched him quietly until he was finished, then settled on top of it, looking around himself in vague interest. “I prefer Hueco Mundo.”
Grimmjaw shrugged. “Ichimaru-sama is in Hueco Mundo,” he pointed out, “Here it’s just us.”
“…That is true,” Ulquiorra conceded, looking at him blankly. “So what do you suggest we do now?”
Grimmjaw stared blankly back at Ulquiorra for a moment and then rolled his eyes yet again and lay back on the sleeping bag, using his hands as a pillow. “Maybe a nap?”
“You’re tired?” Ulquiorra asked, watching him.
Grimmjaw closed his eyes. “Maybe.”
Ulquiorra eyed him for a moment. “I’m not.”
Grimmjaw opened one eye. “No?”
Ulquiorra’s eyed narrowed slightly. “No.”
Grimmjaw closed his eye and pretended to yawn. “Well, this place is pretty boring, I don’t know if there’s anything else to do.”
Ulquiorra poked him in the side, hard. “You are teasing me.”
Grimmjaw scowled. “Of course not.”
“Now you’re lying.” Ulquiorra moved so he could lean over Grimmjaw’s torso, resting his weight on the Arrancar’s other side. “We only came here for one reason.”
Grimmjaw smirked, lifting a hand to rest gently on Ulquiorra’s back. “We did?”
"Yes." Ulquiorra shifted at his touch, waiting for him to so something more. "...Well?"
Grimmjaw tugged Ulquiorra down, but turned his face away, as if he were settling down for a nice nap. "Well, what?"
Ulquiorra was unamused. He settled over Grimmjaw comfortably and stared at him, waiting for a reaction. He didn't appreciate being ignored.
Grimmjaw lifted up his free hand and covered Ulquiorra's face. "Don't stare at me, that's creepy."
"You do the same," Ulquiorra told him, lifting a hand to shove Grimmjaw's away. "Are you really tired?"
"No," Grimmjaw said, still not moving.
"Ah." Ulquiorra shifted again. "So you are teasing me."
Grimmjaw opened his eyes and turned to face Ulquiorra. "What would make you think that?"
"You're ignoring me," Ulquiorra told him tonelessly.
"You're supposed to make me pay attention."
Ulquiorra blinked. "You need incentive now?"
Grimmjaw groaned. "Of course not. I'm just having fun."
Ulquiorra blinked again, amused. "Me too."
"I know." Grimmjaw tightened his arm again. "You're frustrating."
"So are you," Ulquiorra told him, pulling himself over to lie more on top of Grimmjaw. "Stop now?"
"Stop what?"
"Being frustrating."
"Do something about it."
Ulquiorra sighed to himself and kissed Grimmjaw lightly. "You are very lazy."
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back. "Am not. I always do all the work."
"What work?" Ulquiorra challenged him, lifting himself to kiss him more comfortably. "You lie around until you are told what to do, or someone spurs you into action. I would not call that work."
Grimmjaw rolled his eyes. "I mean with you." He lifted his free hand to Ulquiorra's face.
Ulquiorra frowned. "What work do you do with me?"
Grimmjaw sighed, letting his fingers drift into Ulquiorra's hair. "Nevermind." He kissed Ulquiorra hard, pulling Ulquiorra down to him with the hand on his back.
Ulquiorra let himself be pulled, kissing Grimmjaw back just as hard, but slower. He was finished teasing, but he wasn't worked up enough to make Grimmjaw hurry things along. Yet.
Grimmjaw continued the kiss, letting both hands drift to Ulquiorra's hips, where he deftly lifted Ulquiorra, and moved him so that the smaller Espada had one leg on either side of his waist. He wrapped his arms around Ulquiorra's waist, pulling him down to lie flush with him.
Ulquiorra made a small sound at being moved, then settled down comfortably again. He broke the kiss to nip gently at where Grimmjaw's mask should be, aware that the skin there was more sensitive than on his other side.
Grimmjaw shivered slightly and turned his head to allow Ulquiorra better access. He slid his hands lightly down Ulquiorra's sides, over his hips, down his thighs, and back up again.
Ulquiorra squirmed a little under his touch, curling his hand around Grimmjaw's hip for a moment before spreading his fingers and running them over his stomach.
Grimmjaw's muscles twitched as Ulquiorra's fingers brushed over where his hole would be were he not in gigai. His hips shifted of their own volition as his hands kept Ulquiorra's firmly in place.
Ulquiorra grunted softly, his hips moving in Grimmjaw's hands as he struggled to relieve some of the building tension. There wasn't a lot of room in this tent, and he was feeling that now.
Grimmjaw rolled them over so that he was now leaning over Ulquiorra. He kissed the smaller Espada deeply before running his tongue lightly along Ulquiorra's jawline, and nibbling at his sensitive left ear.
Ulquiorra shuddered, turning his head to allow Grimmjaw better access, and wrapped his arms around the Arrancar's back loosely, tracing a lazy six on his back where he knew the number was hidden by the gigai.
Grimmjaw kissed the delicate skin of Ulquiorra's neck, sucking lightly at a pulse point as he pressed gently with his thumb on Ulquiorra's throat, where his hole usually was.
Ulquiorra gasped and tilted his head back, his nails digging into Grimmjaw's hips as he clutched at him, breathing slightly heavier than normal.
Grimmjaw groaned at the bite of Ulquiorra's fingernails, and nipped at Ulquiorra's neck in response, pressing a little harder at Ulquiorra's throat.
Moaning softly, Ulquiorra squirmed beneath Grimmjaw and dug his nails in deeper, nearly panting. It took him a moment to gather himself enough to drag one hand across the Arrancar's back in retaliation, scraping slowly at where the hole should be.
Grimmjaw shuddered, biting harder at Ulquiorra's pulse point, and keeping his thumb pressed steadily against Ulquiorra's throat. With the other hand he lifted Ulquiorra's leg so that his knee was hooked over his hip.
Ulquiorra let out a low groan, tightening his leg around Grimmjaw's waist in order to tug him closer and rub against him. His fingers dug at the Espada's back and he resisted a small whimper, but barely. Grimmjaw was pressing at all of his weak points at once.
Grimmjaw groaned softly at the pressure that Ulquiorra was putting on his back. He pressed even harder at Ulquiorra's throat, while the other hand drifted up Ulquiorra's thigh and between his legs, pressing gently at his entrance.
Ulquiorra squirmed, trying to get Grimmjaw to hurry up now that he was properly excited. His breathing had picked up again under the pressure of the Espada's finger on his neck, and he tipped his head back in an effort to simultaneously relieve some of it and get Grimmjaw to touch more of the sensitive skin there.
Grimmjaw scraped his teeth down the side of Ulquiorra's neck as he probed at his entrance roughly with one finger and then another.
Ulquiorra clutched tightly at his back and arched his hips up for him, breath hitching a little. He lifted his other leg and hooked it around Grimmjaw's waist as well, urging him on by digging his nails into his side purposely and dragging them slowly down his hips.
Pressing even harder at Ulquiorra's throat, Grimmjaw pulled out his fingers and entered Ulquiorra roughly, groaning low in his throat and biting down hard on Ulquiorra's neck.
Ulquiorra shuddered and let out a strangled cross between a gasp and a groan, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to gather his mind beneath the wave of pleasure and pain. He arched his neck for Grimmjaw and found that the thumb pressing the skin where his hole should be was preventing him from thinking at all, let alone enough to be clear. Instead he wrapped his legs around him tightly and waited for him to move, his concentration on his own labored breathing.
Grimmjaw began to move, slowly at first. He'd never had Ulquiorra this pliable beneath him, and he took the opportunity to take his time, running his tongue over the bite mark on Ulquiorra's neck almost apologetically. It didn't take him long, however, to get frustrated with his own pace, and he sped up, letting his free hand drift between them to stroke Ulquiorra in time with his own thrusts. He pulled back a bit from Ulquiorra's neck to watch his face.
Ulquiorra was on the verge of crushing Grimmjaw with his reiatsu for moving too slowly when he felt the Espada speed up to a barely acceptable pace, then stroke him in time with it. He allowed himself a low moan and watched Grimmjaw for a moment, eyelids heavy, hips automatically thrusting to meet his hand. He was already close. He wouldn't be able to keep up for much longer.
Grimmjaw smirked down at Ulquiorra's heavy-lidded gaze and leaned down to kiss him slowly, deeply, the pace of the kiss contrasting heavily with that of his hips, which sped up again, becoming almost desperate as he got closer and closer to release.
Ulquiorra tried to quicken the kiss, and let out a frustrated moan when he couldn't, the sound muffled against Grimmjaw's lips. He whimpered at the contrast Grimmjaw was creating, the quickening pace driving him closer and closer to the edge until he finally closed his eyes and groaned, stiffening and shivering simultaneously as he came. He clutched tightly at Grimmjaw and relaxed, opening his eyes again to watch him, shifting his hips to give him a better angle and help him along.
Grimmjaw gripped Ulquiorra's hip with one hand and continued to pound into him, and stared into Ulquiorra's eyes as he came with a loud, strangled moan.
Ulquiorra tightened his legs around him, watching his face change silently as he worked at controlling his breathing again. He unhooked his fingers from Grimmjaw's skin and draped his arms comfortably over his back instead, momentarily exhausted.
Grimmjaw loosened his grip on Ulquiorra's throat and hip and withdrew, kissing Ulquiorra slowly one more time before collapsing next to the smaller Espada on the sleeping bag.
Ulquiorra left an arm around him and turned on his side to stay comfortable, allowing his eyes to slip shut for a short while. It was hot and stuffy inside the tent, and he wished to get outside of it for a while as soon as possible.
Grimmjaw draped an arm over Ulquiorra and tugged him a little bit closer. It was rather warm in the tent, but Grimmjaw was content to just lay there, at least for a moment more.
Ulquiorra relaxed, allowing himself a short, light nap before he opened his eyes again, feeling better. He looked at Grimmjaw. "Do you not find it uncomfortable in here?"
Grimmjaw half-shrugged. "It's warm in here, but it's not that bad. Why? You want out?"
"I want to get clean," Ulquiorra told him. "I am covered in river dirt, and now in you." He pushed himself up into a half-sitting position stiffly, leaning most of his weight on one hand while he looked around.
"You don't like being covered in me?" Grimmjaw smirked, still lying flat on his back.
"Not when you're sticky." Ulquiorra located the zipper in the door and managed somehow to crawl out, sighing as fresh air hit his face. Better.
Grimmjaw sat up, stretching out. "You're sticky too, you know."
"I know. That's why I want to bathe." Ulquiorra crawled free of the tent, stood, then crouched and regarded Grimmjaw through the doorway. "...You should come with me."
Grimmjaw sighed and crawled out of the tent. "Where are we going?"
"The river, to wash. Unless you know of a cleaner source of water."
"I thought you were complaining about the river dirt." Grimmjaw listened quietly for a moment. "There could be a waterfall nearby."
Ulquiorra stopped and listened too, ignoring Grimmjaw's first statement, and started off in the direction of the running water once he was sure that was what he was hearing. "Very well then."
They followed the sound of running water to a small waterfall that would work nicely as a shower. "There," Grimmjaw said.
Ulquiorra watched it for a moment, his back still to Grimmjaw. "You sound disappointed. You enjoy being so dirty?"
Grimmjaw stepped forward and pushed lightly toward the waterfall. "I'm not disappointed, I just don't much care."
"I see," Ulquiorra said, unsurprised. He turned his palm face-up beneath the water for a moment before stepping under it, shivering as the cold washed over his weather-sensitive gigai. But it was better than feeling grit in his joints.
Grimmjaw stepped under the waterfall as well. "SHIT, that's cold," he exclaimed, shivering.
Ulquiorra watched him, amused. "Too cold for you?"
Grimmjaw shot Ulquiorra a glare. "It's fine." He started rubbing the sweat and grime off of his skin, silently."
Ulquiorra watched him for another moment before doing the same to himself, making sure there wasn't an ounce of outside dirt left before he considered himself finished. He took a moment then to relax beneath the waterfall, waiting for Grimmjaw to finish while the water poured down over his shoulders relaxingly.
Grimmjaw walked out of the waterfall and back to shore, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog. "There. Clean. Now what?"
Ulquiorra stayed beneath the water and watched him. "I don't know. Are my clothes dry yet?"
Grimmjaw shrugged. "Probably. We hung them up ages ago." he smirked. "We were in the tent for a long time."
Ulquiorra blinked. "It wasn't that long."
Grimmjaw ran his fingers through his hair. "You fell asleep afterwards."
"Not for very long," Ulquiorra countered, frowning.
"How do you know, you were asleep." Grimmjaw fake-frowned back.
"Because it didn't feel very long," Ulquiorra told him in a tone that suggested he was an idiot.
"Sometimes people fall asleep and it feels like a few seconds but really it's hours."
Ulquiorra frowned. "It was not hours."
Grimmjaw smiled. "Yeah, it wasn't hours. But it was longer than you think."
"How long?" Ulquiorra asked, studying his face. It hadn't felt long at all. Either Grimmjaw was lying, or he had fallen into a deeper sleep than he'd intended.
Grimmjaw shrugged. "I don't know, I don't have a watch. Maybe forty-five minutes?"
"...I see." Ulquiorra considered this for a moment. "Did you sleep?"
"No," Grimmjaw said. "Let's get back to where we hun up our clothes."
Ulquiorra sighed to himself. "All right." He came out from under the waterfall and followed Grimmjaw back, trying his best to keep everything but his feet from getting dirty again.
What: Camping!
Where: ...The woods. o.O
When: ...Whenever. :D
Why: Because we wanted a crack log. :D
Rating NC-17
This started as a crack log, we swear. >.> S'mores and river racing and tent sex galore, whee!
Grimmjaw threw another log in the fire pit and shoved a few more wads of newspaper under the little teepee he’d made out of wood. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket with a wide smile, he lit the newspaper on fire, and grinned as the flames slowly spread. Soon a large fire was crackling happily and Grimmjaw threw up a fist in triumph. “Ulquiorra! Get over here and check out what I did! I made a fire!” He gestured to the fire pit, grinning with a smug sense of accomplishment. “Isn’t it awesome???”
Ulquiorra wandered over from the strange bit of yellow vegetation he’d spotted growing on a tree and peered over Grimmjaw’s shoulder, frowning in mild confusion. “It is a fire,” he said simply, glancing from it to the Arrancar. “What of it?”
Grimmjaw rolled his eyes, but his grin didn’t fade. “I made it! I built it! Isn’t that cool!?” He asked, poking at the fire with a stick. “Now we should make food. What do you want to eat?” He pulled the stick out of the fire and held it up in the air, the end glowing red. “Unless you’d rather go exploring first.”
“A Cero would have built it faster,” Ulquiorra pointed out, watching him. He looked again at the fire. “What can we cook on an open flame?” He had no knowledge of the preparation of human food, and he wasn’t sure Grimmjaw did either. He didn’t want it ruined before they could eat it. “I would rather eat now and look around afterwards.”
Grimmjaw shrugged. “Yeah, but a Cero would’ve been too easy. Um…I think humans usually have hot dogs or marshmallows over a fire. I got both. And I have condiments and buns and graham crackers and chocolate. Because that’s what you’re supposed to have.” Grimmjaw searched through the small Igloo cooler he’d brought and fished out a bag of marshmallows. “So?”
Ulquiorra stared at him. “…I don’t know what the majority of that is,” he admitted after a moment. “Can you cook chocolate?” He knew he liked that, at least. As for the marshmallows, graham crackers, and hot dogs, though, he wasn’t sure. The sheer amount of different foods those humans had developed continued to surprise him.
Grimmjaw smirked. “I looked it up. You don’t cook the chocolate, you’re supposed to roast the marshmallows on a stick or something and put them between two graham crackers with a piece of chocolate. It’s called a S’More.” He poked at the bag of marshmallows tentatively. “They’re supposed to be really good, but I’ve never had one before. Wanna try it?” He held the bag of marshmallows out to Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra took the bag and squished it experimentally. He looked at Grimmjaw in surprise. “They’re soft.” He didn’t think he’d ever eaten anything of this texture before. He also didn’t think it would taste very good, but he supposed he would try it anyway, so that he could know for sure. He held the bag out to Grimmjaw again. “Make me one.”
Taking the bag back from Ulquiorra, Grimmjaw grinned and pulled an already prepared stick from behind his back and tore the bag open, sticking three marshmallows on the end and shoving them directly into the flames where they promptly caught fire. He pulled them out and eyed them curiously before blowing them out. “I don’t think that that was supposed to happen.” He pulled the gooey mess from the stick and attempted to get at least some of it into his mouth. “Mmm. But a bit crunchy. Maybe not directly IN the fire.”
On his second attempt, Grimmjaw only used two marshmallows, and held them over the flames carefully, concentrating with furrowed brow in order to make sure that the marshmallows didn’t catch fire this time. When he had decided that they were adequately browned, he whipped out the graham crackers and chocolate and assembled two s’mores, as wikipedia had instructed him. Proudly handing Ulquiorra the finished product, he grinned. “Here! Try it.”
Ulquiorra held it between his thumb and forefinger and stared at it, frowning. It was sticky. And messy. He felt like he should be using silverware. Still…he could feel it cooling rapidly, so he sniffed it experimentally and, upon realizing that it would taste sweet, carefully took a bite before looking at Grimmjaw again. “It is surprisingly good,” he told him, smelling it again. “This…marshmallow…is a new flavor.”
Grimmjaw gave Ulquiorra a toothy grin around a rather large bite of his own s’more. “Yeah, it’s really good!” he said with his mouth full, cracker crumbs shooting out of his mouth. “And it’s gooey. I don’t know why, but that’s awesome.”
“Hmm.” Ulquiorra finished his…snack…and picked up the bag of marshmallows thoughtfully. “Can these be eaten by themselves?” he asked Grimmjaw. They were obviously very sugary, and Ulquiorra liked that. And their sponginess intrigued him. He wondered why there weren’t more foods like these.
Grimmjaw shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” He grabbed one and popped it into his mouth. “These are so weird. But really sweet,” he said, again, with his mouth full.
Ulquiorra blinked, watching him, then tried one himself. “…Hmm. Yes.” He tried another, squishing the bag in his hands again curiously. “I like these,” he told Grimmjaw. “We should get more for later.”
“Later?” Grimmjaw asked around three or four marshmallows that he’d shoved in his mouth. “What’s happening later?”
Ulquiorra shrugged and ate another one. “Nothing. I just like them. I‘ll want to eat them again later. Are any of the other new foods sweet like this?” He rifled through the cooler Grimmjaw had brought curiously. Perhaps this “camping trip” wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Grimmjaw stuck another marshmallow on the end of his stick and held it over the fire. “Umm…the hot dogs and stuff aren’t. There’s this weird trail mix thing in there called puppy chow, though. It’s supposed to be sweet. I don’t know, I just grabbed random shit.”
“I see.” Ulquiorra watched Grimmjaw curiously for a moment before grabbing a stick of his own and imitating him. When his marshmallow promptly caught fire, he pulled it back out again and stared at it, confused. “Why is it doing that? Yours hasn’t.” He twirled the stick between his fingers, wondering if there was some way to put it out and eat it still.
Grimmjaw blew out Ulquiorra’s marshmallow. “Don’t put it in the fire. Just near,” he said authoritatively, as though he had been doing this for years instead of just five minutes. He stuck a new marshmallow on the end of Ulquiorra’s stick for him and directed it to a spot that was hot, but not flaming. “There.”
“Ah.” Ulquiorra held the marshmallow where Grimmjaw had put it for him and turned it slowly, watching as it turned a light golden brown. He took it out again and tasted it, wincing slightly at the heat, but choosing to ignore it for the flavor, which was surprisingly good. “I like these,” he said again, as he reached for another.
Grimmjaw pulled out one last marshmallow and stuck it on the end of his stick, determined to roast this one absolutely perfectly. “This is the last one,” he announced almost gravely. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” Ulquiorra said quickly, leaning forward to take it. “You’re sure this is the last? You didn’t get more than one bag?” That was disappointing. The rest of the food didn’t look as sweet, though he supposed they did still have some chocolate. Still…
“I didn’t think they’d be gone this fast,” Grimmjaw said, frowning a little as Ulquiorra practically inhaled the last marshmallow. “Let’s go exploring now. I think there’s a river over through those woods over there.” He pointed in some vague direction and stood up, brushing off his pants with sticky fingers.
Ulquiorra looked where he was pointing and stood as well, vaguely curious. “All right.” He started off in that direction slowly, picking his way over the unfamiliar foliage at his feet. This would be new and, he hoped, interesting.
Grimmjaw tromped through the brush, swatting away bugs and low branches toward the faint sound of running water. He pulled back a branch so he could pass, but let go a little too early, and the branch whipped back to smack Ulquiorra square in the face.
Ulquiorra stopped and glared at Grimmjaw’s back, allowing his reiatsu to press down on him warningly for a brief moment. “Be more careful, Sexta,” he said evenly, pressing the branch away again so he could move past it himself. “You are not the only one here.”
Losing his breath for a moment, Grimmjaw nearly tripped. “I know I’m not the only one here. Sorry, I got excited.” He took a few more big steps forward and came to a clearing in the brush, revealing a small river with a sandy bank. “See!? Here we are!”
Ulquiorra stepped up beside him and looked over the landscape curiously. “It looks very…dirty,” he said finally, glancing at Grimmjaw. “Where exactly did you want to explore in it?”
Grimmjaw scratched his head and surveyed the countryside. “I’m not really sure. I was hoping there would be something interesting to do.” He took a step toward the river and peered into it questioningly. The water seemed to be decently deep, and not that dirty. “We could go swimming?”
Ulquiorra stared at him in honest confusion. “Why? We would get wet, and I prefer to stay dry.” He looked out over the water and tried to figure out if there was a very strong current.
Grimmjaw sighed. “I don’t know. It could be fun.” He shrugged and peeled off his shirt. “Well you don’t have to come, I’ll go by myself.” He started pulling his shoes off, and threw one in Ulquiorra’s general direction, although not far enough to hit him.
Ulquiorra looked at the shoe, then at Grimmjaw, watching as the Arrancar undressed. “You’re really going in there?” he asked, frowning at the murky river water. “There could be something living in it.”
“Probably. But do you really think anything living in there could really bother us?” Grimmjaw shrugged again, pulling off his pants, revealing that he hasn‘t been wearing undergarments. “It’s fresh water. At worst there are fish in there.” He turned to Ulquiorra, naked as the day he was born, and smirked. “Why, are you scared?”
Ulquiorra glared at him, trying to keep his eyes from wandering anywhere but his face. “No. I simply don‘t see the point of going in there. You will get wet, and you will get dirty, and creatures may attack you. Weak as they are, it is still annoying.”
“I still think that the fun would outweigh all that.” Grimmjaw climbed to the top of a tree that was leaning out over the river, jumping in and creating a great big splash.
Ulquiorra sighed to himself, his reiatsu automatically thickening around him in order to deflect the water. He approached the river and peered down into it cautiously, careful not to slip in the sand. The dirt in it was too thick to see more than a foot or so, and Grimmjaw was nowhere to be found. He really didn’t understand this swimming thing, but he assumed the Espada would be all right, given his strength.
Staying underwater for longer than was really necessary, Grimmjaw suddenly popped out of the water and grabbed Ulquiorra from the bank, pulling him in with an evil cackle.
Ulquiorra made a small sound of surprise and set his feet against the bank, but lost his footing in the loose sand and slipped down into the water. It was cold and it was dirty, and his first reaction was to shed his gigai and leave it, but he knew that wouldn’t help. Instead he surfaced and looked around for Grimmjaw, his reiatsu thrumming at a murderous level.
Grimmjaw popped up again, right in front of Ulquiorra and kissed him quickly before ducking back under the water and swimming a short way away.
Ulquiorra blinked, surprised, then glared at where Grimmjaw had disappeared and followed him there. This was not funny. He was wet. Grimmjaw would pay for that.
Raising his eyebrows cautiously, Grimmjaw stopped and turned back towards Ulquiorra. “See? It’s not that bad,” he said hopefully.
Ulquiorra eyed him warily for a moment before swiping his hand over the water, sending a wave of water over Grimmjaw’s head. “I suppose not,” he said evenly, “but you could have allowed me a moment to undress first.”
Grimmjaw smirked sheepishly, coughing on a bit of water he‘d accidentally inhaled in the sudden wave. “Sorry.”
“Mmm.” Ulquiorra tread water carefully and peeled his shirt off, tossing it back onto the bank. The water felt gritty on his skin, and it was so murky that he couldn’t see any lower than his stomach. He frowned and looked again at Grimmjaw. “Now what?”
Grimmjaw splashed water at Ulquiorra playfully. “Wanna race?
Ulquiorra wiped his face clean and splashed him back. “In the water? To where?”
“Yes, in the water. And no Sonido. That’s cheating.” Glancing down the river, Grimmjaw spotted a huge log jutting out into the middle. “To that log. You ready?”
“…Hmm.” Ulquiorra splashed Grimmjaw suddenly, then took off while he was distracted by the water. Grimmjaw had pulled him in without permission; Ulquiorra could only return the favor.
Laughing incredulously, Grimmjaw made a small noise of protest before taking off after Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra allowed Grimmjaw to catch up to him, then grabbed his head and shoved it down under the water, pushing him backwards. He allowed himself a small smirk before taking off for the log again.
Grimmjaw came up, sputtering, before taking off again, at full speed, determined to make it to the log first.
Ulquiorra felt him approaching again and knocked him back with his reiatsu, touching the log well ahead of the Arrancar and looking back at him triumphantly. “I win.”
Grimmjaw finally made it to the log and leaned against it, breathing slightly more heavily than normal. “You cheated.”
Ulquiorra looked at him blankly. “I didn’t. I did exactly as you said.”
“You cheated,” Grimmjaw said again, splashing Ulquiorra playfully. “Whatever.”
“I didn’t,” Ulquiorra repeated, splashing him back. “You are just a sore loser. You always have been.”
“You did.” Grimmjaw splashed Ulquiorra harder. “Cheater.”
Ulquiorra shoved Grimmjaw under the water with his reiatsu and held him there for a moment, then watched blankly as he surfaced and sputtered. “I didn’t,” he said calmly. “You told me to race you to this log. I did, and I won. There were no rules to break.”
Grimmjaw coughed up a mouthful of water and pouted. “I wasn’t aware that I had to be so specific.” He stood and ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re no fun.”
Ulquiorra looked around them carefully, then turned to Grimmjaw again. “I see nothing better.”
Grimmjaw smirked and slogged through the water back over to Ulquiorra. He rested his hands heavily on Ulquiorra’s shoulders. “Just my luck, I guess.”
“Hmm.” Ulquiorra looked up at him blankly. “Now we’re wet, and your clothes are over there. What do you suggest we do?”
Stepping a bit closer, Grimmjaw shrugged. “I have no idea. There’s really nothing to do out here, is there?”
“You are the one who suggested this trip,” Ulquiorra reminded him, refusing to move without more incentive. “What did you think we would do here?”
“Marshmallows,” Grimmjaw answered with another smirk, leaning in and kissing Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra didn’t reciprocate, choosing to watch him blankly instead. “Marshmallows are not a verb,” he said flatly. “And they’re gone now. Did you not bother to think of some sort of failsafe?”
Grimmjaw groaned and pushed Ulquiorra back in the water. “You’re impossible.”
Ulquiorra let himself be pushed before returning, stepping a little closer to Grimmjaw than before. “You are just impatient,” he said, letting his reiatsu curl around him without quite touching.
Grimmjaw stood still, attempting to avoid reacting to Ulquiorra’s reiatsu. “You’re teasing me.”
“I’m not,” Ulquiorra told him, brushing it against him impatiently. “You are simply not reacting.”
Grimmjaw frowned. “You pretend you don’t know what I’m thinking.”
Ulquiorra brushed him again. “I never said I didn’t know what you were thinking.”
“You’re teasing me,” Grimmjaw repeated, lifting a hand to cup Ulquiorra’s cheek.
“I’m not,” Ulquiorra replied, allowing himself to lean into it a little. “You’re just refusing to respond.”
Grimmjaw sighed. “You were.” He ran a thumb down Ulquiorra’s cheek. “You really are impossible.”
Ulquiorra watched him quietly for a moment. “You’re just impatient. You like to tease me, but you do not enjoy being teased.”
Grimmjaw smirked. “You’re one to talk.”
Ulquiorra met his eyes. “I do not pout when I am teased.”
Grimmjaw leaned in closer. “You’re more impatient than I am.”
“I am not,” Ulquiorra protested, closing his reiatsu around him gently.
Grimmjaw ran his hands lightly down Ulquiorra’s sides. “You are.”
Ulquiorra shifted a little closer, his reiatsu tightening slightly. “What makes you say that?”
Grimmjaw shifted closer in turn, hooking his thumbs in the waist of Ulquiorra’s pants below the surface of the water. “You’ll break.”
Ulquiorra eyed him warily. “Break?”
Grimmjaw tugged at Ulquiorra’s waistband. “You’ll cave first.”
Ulquiorra glared at him. “I will not. You are the more impatient between the two of us.”
Grimmjaw grinned. “You’d think so. But I know better.”
“You do know better,” Ulquiorra argued. “You are the impulsive, impatient one.”
“Yes,” Grimmjaw agreed, “but, you’re secretly far more impatient than I am.” Grimmjaw leaned in and whispered in Ulquiorra’s ear, “And I’m the only one who knows it.”
Ulquiorra’s reiatsu shivered slightly around him, then tightened in a light warning. “I am not. I simply know what to wait for and what to hurry.”
Grimmjaw sucked in a breath, right in Ulquiorra’s ear, and ran his fingernails along his hips. “Do you? You always seem to be in a hurry, even when we have all the time in the world.”
Ulquiorra tightened his reiatsu around him again, lifting his hands to rest them on Grimmjaw’s wrists. “I can wait if I have to,” he said softly. “I just don’t want to.”
Smiling, Grimmjaw tightened his hands on Ulquiorra’s hips. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing that with me, you never have to wait.”
“I don’t think you could make me,” Ulquiorra said honestly, running his hands up his arms slowly. “I don’t wish to wait. You can’t.”
“I could,” Grimmjaw protested, shivering, “but I don’t want to either.”
Ulquiorra ran his fingernails over his elbows, scratching light lines in the skin. “You may think that,” he said, nipping gently at his jaw, “but I know better.”
Grimmjaw tightened his fingers again and leaned in closer to Ulquiorra’s ear. “You always cave first.”
“I do not ‘cave’,” Ulquiorra told him, scraping his teeth below his jawbone. “Caving implies an attempt to resist doing what you want. I do not prevent myself from such things.”
Grimmjaw pulled Ulquiorra closer, wrapping one arm around his waist as the other lifted out of the water to tangle in Ulquiorra’s hair. “Well…not anymore.”
“…Hmm. No, not anymore.” Ulquiorra tipped Grimmjaw’s head down and kissed him, holding him there so he couldn’t pull away and tease him anymore.
Grimmjaw was more than ready to stop playing games, and kissed Ulquiorra back, tightening his arms.
Ulquiorra pulled away after a moment. “We’re still in the river,” he reminded Grimmjaw. “Perhaps we should move.”
“Yeah, I’m getting pruney.“ Grimmjaw smiled and glanced over the bank of the river for a suitable place to get out of the water. “Do you want to go back to the tent, or…?” Grimmjaw instinctively threaded his fingers with Ulquiorra’s and tugged him gently toward the riverbank.
“Or?” Ulquiorra wanted to know, following him. “The tent does not look very comfortable.”
“Riverbank.”
“But the riverbank is dirty.”
“Then we have the tent.” Grimmjaw rolled his eyes.
“The tent is dirty too,” Ulquiorra pointed out.
“I brought a sleeping bag. And it’s less dirty.”
“Ah.” Ulquiorra followed him out of the water and looked distastefully at his dripping pants. “…You did not think ahead, did you.”
Grimmjaw sighed. “It’s just dirt.”
“And water,” Ulquiorra added, peeling them off before they could get dragged through the mud. “I note that yours are still devoid of both.”
“Then take yours off and hang them up to dry,” Grimmjaw said, rolling his eyes again. “It’s not my fault you were being difficult.”
“I was not being difficult.” Ulquiorra draped them over his arm, then went to do the same with his shirt. “You were trying to convince me to do something for no reason,” he added, approaching again. “You were being difficult.”
“No I wasn’t.” Grimmjaw grabbed Ulquiorra’s clothes from him and hung them on a high branch, above Ulquiorra’s immediate reach. He paused for a moment to admire Ulquiorra’s form and took his hand again. “Tent?”
Ulquiorra watched him silently, closing his hand around Grimmjaw’s when he took it again. He started back for the tent. “Yes. Let us see how this ‘sleeping bag’ works.”
Grimmjaw led Ulquiorra back to their camping area, where the fire had burned itself down to embers. He pulled aside the tent flap and held out a hand, motioning that Ulquiorra should enter first.
Ulquiorra looked down at it for a moment, unimpressed, then awkwardly crawled inside, moving back to give Grimmjaw room. It was small and it was cramped, but it wasn’t too dirty. He could make do with it.
Grimmjaw crawled in after him, zipping up the tent and pulling a small sleeping bag out of one of the corners of the tent. He unrolled it, spreading it out, unzipped, over the floor of the tent. “See? Perfect.”
“Mmm.” Ulquiorra watched him quietly until he was finished, then settled on top of it, looking around himself in vague interest. “I prefer Hueco Mundo.”
Grimmjaw shrugged. “Ichimaru-sama is in Hueco Mundo,” he pointed out, “Here it’s just us.”
“…That is true,” Ulquiorra conceded, looking at him blankly. “So what do you suggest we do now?”
Grimmjaw stared blankly back at Ulquiorra for a moment and then rolled his eyes yet again and lay back on the sleeping bag, using his hands as a pillow. “Maybe a nap?”
“You’re tired?” Ulquiorra asked, watching him.
Grimmjaw closed his eyes. “Maybe.”
Ulquiorra eyed him for a moment. “I’m not.”
Grimmjaw opened one eye. “No?”
Ulquiorra’s eyed narrowed slightly. “No.”
Grimmjaw closed his eye and pretended to yawn. “Well, this place is pretty boring, I don’t know if there’s anything else to do.”
Ulquiorra poked him in the side, hard. “You are teasing me.”
Grimmjaw scowled. “Of course not.”
“Now you’re lying.” Ulquiorra moved so he could lean over Grimmjaw’s torso, resting his weight on the Arrancar’s other side. “We only came here for one reason.”
Grimmjaw smirked, lifting a hand to rest gently on Ulquiorra’s back. “We did?”
"Yes." Ulquiorra shifted at his touch, waiting for him to so something more. "...Well?"
Grimmjaw tugged Ulquiorra down, but turned his face away, as if he were settling down for a nice nap. "Well, what?"
Ulquiorra was unamused. He settled over Grimmjaw comfortably and stared at him, waiting for a reaction. He didn't appreciate being ignored.
Grimmjaw lifted up his free hand and covered Ulquiorra's face. "Don't stare at me, that's creepy."
"You do the same," Ulquiorra told him, lifting a hand to shove Grimmjaw's away. "Are you really tired?"
"No," Grimmjaw said, still not moving.
"Ah." Ulquiorra shifted again. "So you are teasing me."
Grimmjaw opened his eyes and turned to face Ulquiorra. "What would make you think that?"
"You're ignoring me," Ulquiorra told him tonelessly.
"You're supposed to make me pay attention."
Ulquiorra blinked. "You need incentive now?"
Grimmjaw groaned. "Of course not. I'm just having fun."
Ulquiorra blinked again, amused. "Me too."
"I know." Grimmjaw tightened his arm again. "You're frustrating."
"So are you," Ulquiorra told him, pulling himself over to lie more on top of Grimmjaw. "Stop now?"
"Stop what?"
"Being frustrating."
"Do something about it."
Ulquiorra sighed to himself and kissed Grimmjaw lightly. "You are very lazy."
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back. "Am not. I always do all the work."
"What work?" Ulquiorra challenged him, lifting himself to kiss him more comfortably. "You lie around until you are told what to do, or someone spurs you into action. I would not call that work."
Grimmjaw rolled his eyes. "I mean with you." He lifted his free hand to Ulquiorra's face.
Ulquiorra frowned. "What work do you do with me?"
Grimmjaw sighed, letting his fingers drift into Ulquiorra's hair. "Nevermind." He kissed Ulquiorra hard, pulling Ulquiorra down to him with the hand on his back.
Ulquiorra let himself be pulled, kissing Grimmjaw back just as hard, but slower. He was finished teasing, but he wasn't worked up enough to make Grimmjaw hurry things along. Yet.
Grimmjaw continued the kiss, letting both hands drift to Ulquiorra's hips, where he deftly lifted Ulquiorra, and moved him so that the smaller Espada had one leg on either side of his waist. He wrapped his arms around Ulquiorra's waist, pulling him down to lie flush with him.
Ulquiorra made a small sound at being moved, then settled down comfortably again. He broke the kiss to nip gently at where Grimmjaw's mask should be, aware that the skin there was more sensitive than on his other side.
Grimmjaw shivered slightly and turned his head to allow Ulquiorra better access. He slid his hands lightly down Ulquiorra's sides, over his hips, down his thighs, and back up again.
Ulquiorra squirmed a little under his touch, curling his hand around Grimmjaw's hip for a moment before spreading his fingers and running them over his stomach.
Grimmjaw's muscles twitched as Ulquiorra's fingers brushed over where his hole would be were he not in gigai. His hips shifted of their own volition as his hands kept Ulquiorra's firmly in place.
Ulquiorra grunted softly, his hips moving in Grimmjaw's hands as he struggled to relieve some of the building tension. There wasn't a lot of room in this tent, and he was feeling that now.
Grimmjaw rolled them over so that he was now leaning over Ulquiorra. He kissed the smaller Espada deeply before running his tongue lightly along Ulquiorra's jawline, and nibbling at his sensitive left ear.
Ulquiorra shuddered, turning his head to allow Grimmjaw better access, and wrapped his arms around the Arrancar's back loosely, tracing a lazy six on his back where he knew the number was hidden by the gigai.
Grimmjaw kissed the delicate skin of Ulquiorra's neck, sucking lightly at a pulse point as he pressed gently with his thumb on Ulquiorra's throat, where his hole usually was.
Ulquiorra gasped and tilted his head back, his nails digging into Grimmjaw's hips as he clutched at him, breathing slightly heavier than normal.
Grimmjaw groaned at the bite of Ulquiorra's fingernails, and nipped at Ulquiorra's neck in response, pressing a little harder at Ulquiorra's throat.
Moaning softly, Ulquiorra squirmed beneath Grimmjaw and dug his nails in deeper, nearly panting. It took him a moment to gather himself enough to drag one hand across the Arrancar's back in retaliation, scraping slowly at where the hole should be.
Grimmjaw shuddered, biting harder at Ulquiorra's pulse point, and keeping his thumb pressed steadily against Ulquiorra's throat. With the other hand he lifted Ulquiorra's leg so that his knee was hooked over his hip.
Ulquiorra let out a low groan, tightening his leg around Grimmjaw's waist in order to tug him closer and rub against him. His fingers dug at the Espada's back and he resisted a small whimper, but barely. Grimmjaw was pressing at all of his weak points at once.
Grimmjaw groaned softly at the pressure that Ulquiorra was putting on his back. He pressed even harder at Ulquiorra's throat, while the other hand drifted up Ulquiorra's thigh and between his legs, pressing gently at his entrance.
Ulquiorra squirmed, trying to get Grimmjaw to hurry up now that he was properly excited. His breathing had picked up again under the pressure of the Espada's finger on his neck, and he tipped his head back in an effort to simultaneously relieve some of it and get Grimmjaw to touch more of the sensitive skin there.
Grimmjaw scraped his teeth down the side of Ulquiorra's neck as he probed at his entrance roughly with one finger and then another.
Ulquiorra clutched tightly at his back and arched his hips up for him, breath hitching a little. He lifted his other leg and hooked it around Grimmjaw's waist as well, urging him on by digging his nails into his side purposely and dragging them slowly down his hips.
Pressing even harder at Ulquiorra's throat, Grimmjaw pulled out his fingers and entered Ulquiorra roughly, groaning low in his throat and biting down hard on Ulquiorra's neck.
Ulquiorra shuddered and let out a strangled cross between a gasp and a groan, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to gather his mind beneath the wave of pleasure and pain. He arched his neck for Grimmjaw and found that the thumb pressing the skin where his hole should be was preventing him from thinking at all, let alone enough to be clear. Instead he wrapped his legs around him tightly and waited for him to move, his concentration on his own labored breathing.
Grimmjaw began to move, slowly at first. He'd never had Ulquiorra this pliable beneath him, and he took the opportunity to take his time, running his tongue over the bite mark on Ulquiorra's neck almost apologetically. It didn't take him long, however, to get frustrated with his own pace, and he sped up, letting his free hand drift between them to stroke Ulquiorra in time with his own thrusts. He pulled back a bit from Ulquiorra's neck to watch his face.
Ulquiorra was on the verge of crushing Grimmjaw with his reiatsu for moving too slowly when he felt the Espada speed up to a barely acceptable pace, then stroke him in time with it. He allowed himself a low moan and watched Grimmjaw for a moment, eyelids heavy, hips automatically thrusting to meet his hand. He was already close. He wouldn't be able to keep up for much longer.
Grimmjaw smirked down at Ulquiorra's heavy-lidded gaze and leaned down to kiss him slowly, deeply, the pace of the kiss contrasting heavily with that of his hips, which sped up again, becoming almost desperate as he got closer and closer to release.
Ulquiorra tried to quicken the kiss, and let out a frustrated moan when he couldn't, the sound muffled against Grimmjaw's lips. He whimpered at the contrast Grimmjaw was creating, the quickening pace driving him closer and closer to the edge until he finally closed his eyes and groaned, stiffening and shivering simultaneously as he came. He clutched tightly at Grimmjaw and relaxed, opening his eyes again to watch him, shifting his hips to give him a better angle and help him along.
Grimmjaw gripped Ulquiorra's hip with one hand and continued to pound into him, and stared into Ulquiorra's eyes as he came with a loud, strangled moan.
Ulquiorra tightened his legs around him, watching his face change silently as he worked at controlling his breathing again. He unhooked his fingers from Grimmjaw's skin and draped his arms comfortably over his back instead, momentarily exhausted.
Grimmjaw loosened his grip on Ulquiorra's throat and hip and withdrew, kissing Ulquiorra slowly one more time before collapsing next to the smaller Espada on the sleeping bag.
Ulquiorra left an arm around him and turned on his side to stay comfortable, allowing his eyes to slip shut for a short while. It was hot and stuffy inside the tent, and he wished to get outside of it for a while as soon as possible.
Grimmjaw draped an arm over Ulquiorra and tugged him a little bit closer. It was rather warm in the tent, but Grimmjaw was content to just lay there, at least for a moment more.
Ulquiorra relaxed, allowing himself a short, light nap before he opened his eyes again, feeling better. He looked at Grimmjaw. "Do you not find it uncomfortable in here?"
Grimmjaw half-shrugged. "It's warm in here, but it's not that bad. Why? You want out?"
"I want to get clean," Ulquiorra told him. "I am covered in river dirt, and now in you." He pushed himself up into a half-sitting position stiffly, leaning most of his weight on one hand while he looked around.
"You don't like being covered in me?" Grimmjaw smirked, still lying flat on his back.
"Not when you're sticky." Ulquiorra located the zipper in the door and managed somehow to crawl out, sighing as fresh air hit his face. Better.
Grimmjaw sat up, stretching out. "You're sticky too, you know."
"I know. That's why I want to bathe." Ulquiorra crawled free of the tent, stood, then crouched and regarded Grimmjaw through the doorway. "...You should come with me."
Grimmjaw sighed and crawled out of the tent. "Where are we going?"
"The river, to wash. Unless you know of a cleaner source of water."
"I thought you were complaining about the river dirt." Grimmjaw listened quietly for a moment. "There could be a waterfall nearby."
Ulquiorra stopped and listened too, ignoring Grimmjaw's first statement, and started off in the direction of the running water once he was sure that was what he was hearing. "Very well then."
They followed the sound of running water to a small waterfall that would work nicely as a shower. "There," Grimmjaw said.
Ulquiorra watched it for a moment, his back still to Grimmjaw. "You sound disappointed. You enjoy being so dirty?"
Grimmjaw stepped forward and pushed lightly toward the waterfall. "I'm not disappointed, I just don't much care."
"I see," Ulquiorra said, unsurprised. He turned his palm face-up beneath the water for a moment before stepping under it, shivering as the cold washed over his weather-sensitive gigai. But it was better than feeling grit in his joints.
Grimmjaw stepped under the waterfall as well. "SHIT, that's cold," he exclaimed, shivering.
Ulquiorra watched him, amused. "Too cold for you?"
Grimmjaw shot Ulquiorra a glare. "It's fine." He started rubbing the sweat and grime off of his skin, silently."
Ulquiorra watched him for another moment before doing the same to himself, making sure there wasn't an ounce of outside dirt left before he considered himself finished. He took a moment then to relax beneath the waterfall, waiting for Grimmjaw to finish while the water poured down over his shoulders relaxingly.
Grimmjaw walked out of the waterfall and back to shore, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog. "There. Clean. Now what?"
Ulquiorra stayed beneath the water and watched him. "I don't know. Are my clothes dry yet?"
Grimmjaw shrugged. "Probably. We hung them up ages ago." he smirked. "We were in the tent for a long time."
Ulquiorra blinked. "It wasn't that long."
Grimmjaw ran his fingers through his hair. "You fell asleep afterwards."
"Not for very long," Ulquiorra countered, frowning.
"How do you know, you were asleep." Grimmjaw fake-frowned back.
"Because it didn't feel very long," Ulquiorra told him in a tone that suggested he was an idiot.
"Sometimes people fall asleep and it feels like a few seconds but really it's hours."
Ulquiorra frowned. "It was not hours."
Grimmjaw smiled. "Yeah, it wasn't hours. But it was longer than you think."
"How long?" Ulquiorra asked, studying his face. It hadn't felt long at all. Either Grimmjaw was lying, or he had fallen into a deeper sleep than he'd intended.
Grimmjaw shrugged. "I don't know, I don't have a watch. Maybe forty-five minutes?"
"...I see." Ulquiorra considered this for a moment. "Did you sleep?"
"No," Grimmjaw said. "Let's get back to where we hun up our clothes."
Ulquiorra sighed to himself. "All right." He came out from under the waterfall and followed Grimmjaw back, trying his best to keep everything but his feet from getting dirty again.