the escaped logician (cadence) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-04 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: cadence, f: bleach, november 01, p: grimmjow/ulquiorra |
"Threat", Bleach (Ulquiorra/Grimmjow)
Title: Threat
Author: Cadence
Rating: R
Word count: 400
Summary:
Prompt: Bleach - Ulquiorra/Grimmjow - pulling rank - the raw edge of his Hollow hole
A/N: I'm off to a good start - three days late already. orz
Threat
On his knees like this, Grimmjow has to look up slightly to meet Ulquiorra's eyes.
...Eye, really, 'cause he's still got his left eyelid closed. Steadily closed, like even with half of his field of vision gone Grimmjow is no fucking threat to him. Ulquiorra just regards him passively. He looks even more damned cocky from this angle than he does when Grimmjow looms above him.
"I don't have to do anything you say. Asshole." Grimmjow bares his teeth.
"You don't have to continue to live, either. It's only for Aizen-sama's entertainment that you've done so for this long."
Grimmjow snarls and breaks the gaze – but looking straight ahead means instead he's looking at Ulquiorra's neck, bare and pale, and he can't help wanting to tear –
He freezes, feeling a sharp edge of power, before he realizes he's moved to do it. Ulquiorra's hand is a knife of deadly energy pointed unerringly at the notch in his collarbone.
"Hmm. At least you can tell when you're about to die. That's more perceptive than I would have expected."
"Fuck you," Grimmjow says, but doesn't move.
Ulquiorra doesn't react. "If you'd rather not die, do better at convincing me that you know your place."
Fuck you, Grimmjow thinks again, but he can feel the danger - Ulquiorra could punch a hole through him if he decided to. So instead he moves, slowly this time, until his mouth is at Ulquiorra's neck, and Ulquiorra still doesn't move away, the fucking bastard. All his instincts scream bite.
But if he bites he's dead.
So instead he licks, and Ulquiorra hums consideringly. So Grimmjow does it again – licks a line down his neck, across his collarbone. His skin looks even brighter damp – or maybe that's the threatening rise of energy.
Then he gets to the edge of Ulquiorra's hollow hole, and doesn't stop –rasps his tongue hard across the rough edge, presses in, licks the inside.
Ulquiorra shudders, and Grimmjow looks up in time to catch his eyelid flutter open, showing a flash of color –red – as it bears his regrowing eye.
Grimmjow's lips curl up. Someday he'll tear Ulquiorra open, and see a lot more of that color. But even now, Ulquiorra isn't completely in control - even with his fingers drawing blood from Grimmjow's skin right where his own hole would be, he still doesn't know exactly what he's doing. It's a victory.