OOC: LOG! GRIMMJAW AND ULQUIORRA
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Who: Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra
What: An argument!
Where: Ulquiorra's room
When: Tonight, right after this thread
Why: Both Espada have realized that they unwittingly actually care about each other. This is apparently a problem.
Rating: PG-13
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Ulquiorra followed Grimmjaw's approaching reiatsu as it wound its way through Las Noches, the majority of his attention on the conversation they'd just had. He'd meant what he'd said. His lack of attention had allowed things between them to go too far, and his task now was to remedy that. He would instruct Grimmjaw to do the same.
Grimmjaw walked slowly to Ulquiorra's room, also contemplating the conversation they'd just had, and what Ulquiorra's last statement had meant. He was sure that Ulquiorra didn't consider his feelings a good thing, and was unsure as to what he was supposed to think about his own. He knew that Ulquiorra probably just wanted to pretend that they weren't there, to just go back to Not Caring, and Grimmjaw was inclined to agree -- the past few days had been confusing enough as it was.
But still, there was that small part of him that had lit up when Ulquiorra had implied that he was feeling the same way.
Grimmjaw approached Ulquiorra's quarters and knocked lightly at the doorframe.
"Sexta." Ulquiorra had stood and was already approaching the doorway when Grimmjaw knocked, his hands in his pockets. He looked at him expressionlessly. "What is it you wanted to discuss in person that you could not in that thread?"
Grimmjaw stared at Ulquiorra for a moment, opening and closing his mouth a few times, but still unable to think of anything to say. "I...don't know."
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes, vaguely annoyed that he had come to his quarters for nothing. "Then go. You have no other reason to be here." He turned back into his rooms.
Grimmjaw frowned. "I come to your quarters all the time with nothing to say."
Ulquiorra looked at him from over his unmasked shoulder. "I know. That will stop now."
Grimmjaw still stood in the hallway, unable to make himself move. "...why?"
"Because there is no reason for it," Ulquiorra replied evenly. "Why are you still here?"
Grimmjaw nodded. "You don't want me anymore."
"I do not want what you bring with you," Ulquiorra told him, turning to face him fully. "Aside from your occasional idiotic behavior, you are Sexta, and I have no problem with that. But you will not be anything more. Now go."
Grimmjaw furrowed his brow in confusion, ignoring Ulquiorra's command. "What I bring with me? What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means exactly what I said," Ulquiorra replied, an edge to his voice. This conversation was beginning to annoy him.
"And what do I bring with me?" Grimmjaw bit back.
Ulquiorra glared at him. "If the answer to that question is not immediately obvious to you, Sexta, then you have no reason to inquire about it further."
Grimmjaw was silent for a moment. "You want me, but you don't want to want me," he said softly, nodding. "Fine."
Ulquiorra eyed him for a moment. "If you understand, then you agree. So go."
Grimmjaw took a step forward into Ulquiorra's room. "It doesn't have to be like that," Grimmjaw said, feigning confidence and reaching out a hand to touch Ulquiorra's face lightly, "we can still just be Cuatro and Sexta and leave the rest out of it."
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes, trying to ignore Grimmjaw's hand on his skin. "Your continued presence here makes that very difficult," he admitted, "but if you have a solution that I have somehow overlooked, tell me it."
Grimmjaw moved a bit closer, curling his fingers around Ulquiorra's jaw. "Just sex? I want you and I don't want to pretend that I don't."
Ulquiorra eyed him again, this time warily. "I do not want to want you to begin with, Sexta. That is the problem here."
Grimmjaw boldly moved forward again, and kissed Ulquiorra softly. "Just this."
Ulquiorra looked up at him, his head lowered in mild confusion. "And how do we have 'just this' without the rest?"
Grimmjaw hesitated for half a second, trying to come up with a plausible solution. He'd never been in this sort of a situation before. He'd been in many 'relationships', but none of them had ever been anything more than 'just this'. "Purely physical," he said confidently, hoping that Ulquiorra would stop fighting it soon, as he was running out of excuses fast. He tipped Ulquiorra's chin back up and kissed him again, deeply.
Ulquiorra curled his fingers around Grimmjaw's wrist and kissed him back for a moment before pulling away, just enough to look at him again. "And how does one shed the non-physical aspects of it that are already there?" he asked softly. He did want this, he admitted to himself, but not at the cost to his objectivity to this war, and distance was the only thing he knew that would ensure that. Pursuing a physical relationship was fine and even mildly enjoyable at the moment; if Grimmjaw had a way to disperse the rest of it, he would not be averse to continuing it.
Grimmjaw ignored Ulquiorra's question in favor of kissing him again, bringing his free hand to Ulquiorra's lower back and pulling him closer as he let the hand on Ulquiorra's jaw drift into his hair.
Ulquiorra tightened his grip around Grimmjaw's wrist and sighed, allowing himself to be moved. He didn't want to fight this. That was, he knew, the entire problem with it, but as kissing him back was much preferable to pulling away right now, he pressed a little closer and allowed himself to do so. "This does not change things," he said a moment later, his eyes on the Espada's jaw. "And it is only temporary until I can find a solution to things."
Grimmjaw nipped at Ulquiorra's jaw and pulled him even closer, smiling. "Okay."
Who: Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra
What: An argument!
Where: Ulquiorra's room
When: Tonight, right after this thread
Why: Both Espada have realized that they unwittingly actually care about each other. This is apparently a problem.
Rating: PG-13
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Ulquiorra followed Grimmjaw's approaching reiatsu as it wound its way through Las Noches, the majority of his attention on the conversation they'd just had. He'd meant what he'd said. His lack of attention had allowed things between them to go too far, and his task now was to remedy that. He would instruct Grimmjaw to do the same.
Grimmjaw walked slowly to Ulquiorra's room, also contemplating the conversation they'd just had, and what Ulquiorra's last statement had meant. He was sure that Ulquiorra didn't consider his feelings a good thing, and was unsure as to what he was supposed to think about his own. He knew that Ulquiorra probably just wanted to pretend that they weren't there, to just go back to Not Caring, and Grimmjaw was inclined to agree -- the past few days had been confusing enough as it was.
But still, there was that small part of him that had lit up when Ulquiorra had implied that he was feeling the same way.
Grimmjaw approached Ulquiorra's quarters and knocked lightly at the doorframe.
"Sexta." Ulquiorra had stood and was already approaching the doorway when Grimmjaw knocked, his hands in his pockets. He looked at him expressionlessly. "What is it you wanted to discuss in person that you could not in that thread?"
Grimmjaw stared at Ulquiorra for a moment, opening and closing his mouth a few times, but still unable to think of anything to say. "I...don't know."
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes, vaguely annoyed that he had come to his quarters for nothing. "Then go. You have no other reason to be here." He turned back into his rooms.
Grimmjaw frowned. "I come to your quarters all the time with nothing to say."
Ulquiorra looked at him from over his unmasked shoulder. "I know. That will stop now."
Grimmjaw still stood in the hallway, unable to make himself move. "...why?"
"Because there is no reason for it," Ulquiorra replied evenly. "Why are you still here?"
Grimmjaw nodded. "You don't want me anymore."
"I do not want what you bring with you," Ulquiorra told him, turning to face him fully. "Aside from your occasional idiotic behavior, you are Sexta, and I have no problem with that. But you will not be anything more. Now go."
Grimmjaw furrowed his brow in confusion, ignoring Ulquiorra's command. "What I bring with me? What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means exactly what I said," Ulquiorra replied, an edge to his voice. This conversation was beginning to annoy him.
"And what do I bring with me?" Grimmjaw bit back.
Ulquiorra glared at him. "If the answer to that question is not immediately obvious to you, Sexta, then you have no reason to inquire about it further."
Grimmjaw was silent for a moment. "You want me, but you don't want to want me," he said softly, nodding. "Fine."
Ulquiorra eyed him for a moment. "If you understand, then you agree. So go."
Grimmjaw took a step forward into Ulquiorra's room. "It doesn't have to be like that," Grimmjaw said, feigning confidence and reaching out a hand to touch Ulquiorra's face lightly, "we can still just be Cuatro and Sexta and leave the rest out of it."
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes, trying to ignore Grimmjaw's hand on his skin. "Your continued presence here makes that very difficult," he admitted, "but if you have a solution that I have somehow overlooked, tell me it."
Grimmjaw moved a bit closer, curling his fingers around Ulquiorra's jaw. "Just sex? I want you and I don't want to pretend that I don't."
Ulquiorra eyed him again, this time warily. "I do not want to want you to begin with, Sexta. That is the problem here."
Grimmjaw boldly moved forward again, and kissed Ulquiorra softly. "Just this."
Ulquiorra looked up at him, his head lowered in mild confusion. "And how do we have 'just this' without the rest?"
Grimmjaw hesitated for half a second, trying to come up with a plausible solution. He'd never been in this sort of a situation before. He'd been in many 'relationships', but none of them had ever been anything more than 'just this'. "Purely physical," he said confidently, hoping that Ulquiorra would stop fighting it soon, as he was running out of excuses fast. He tipped Ulquiorra's chin back up and kissed him again, deeply.
Ulquiorra curled his fingers around Grimmjaw's wrist and kissed him back for a moment before pulling away, just enough to look at him again. "And how does one shed the non-physical aspects of it that are already there?" he asked softly. He did want this, he admitted to himself, but not at the cost to his objectivity to this war, and distance was the only thing he knew that would ensure that. Pursuing a physical relationship was fine and even mildly enjoyable at the moment; if Grimmjaw had a way to disperse the rest of it, he would not be averse to continuing it.
Grimmjaw ignored Ulquiorra's question in favor of kissing him again, bringing his free hand to Ulquiorra's lower back and pulling him closer as he let the hand on Ulquiorra's jaw drift into his hair.
Ulquiorra tightened his grip around Grimmjaw's wrist and sighed, allowing himself to be moved. He didn't want to fight this. That was, he knew, the entire problem with it, but as kissing him back was much preferable to pulling away right now, he pressed a little closer and allowed himself to do so. "This does not change things," he said a moment later, his eyes on the Espada's jaw. "And it is only temporary until I can find a solution to things."
Grimmjaw nipped at Ulquiorra's jaw and pulled him even closer, smiling. "Okay."