Bleach One-Shots {YAOI}

Just A Little Trip...(GrimmXUlqui)

Title:JustALittle Trip

Pairing: GrimmjowXUlquiorra

Summary: After proposing to Ulquiorra,  Grimmjow leaps at the opportunity of a short vacation and a few nights alone with his beloved.  Whether Ulquiorra has the same on mind doesn't matter, because when that cat has a goal, he will reach it.  And Ulquiorra, as his only weakness, will succumb to the panther's wants.

Warnings: Yaoi! (boyxboy) Graphicsex, cursing.

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"..."

"...Well?" He said with a nervous voice, the sounds shaking slightly as he trembled in sheer anticipation.

Would he say Yes? Would he say No? The damned wait was too long and too painful, he couldn't take the stress for much longer. Yes? No? The teeny box seemed to get heavier and heavier with each passing moment and the romantic atmosphere was beginning to fade as the other stayed silent and stoic. Tears, starting to well by his tear ducts were threatening to pour out like a broken dam. His nerves were shot and now even the light weight vest he wore felt like a million pounds, crushing his shoulders and chest. He dared to ask again, voice hoarse and raspy and nearly staccato like a professional violin player. 

 "W-wel-well?" His question was much meeker and sounded like a broken child's, whose favorite toy had just been ruined.

   The other stayed silent again, coaxing the man into insanity and depression. Sadness began to sink its blades into Grimmjow's mind as he imagined Ulquiorra saying no a million times over, replaying the terrible scenario over in his mind for what seemed like eons. The sexta tried a third time, but it failed and came out as a low, garbled wail instead.

"Weaaa...?" He couldn't think right.

   His mind fogged and Grimmjow felt his eyes grow wet. His lips trembled horribly and he felt like his zanpakuto had just been snapped in half, but worse. His arms felt like lead and his shoulders sagged deeply, his vest even seemed to wrinkle and the collar fell flat against the now gray seeming fabric. Grimmjow looked like just a shell of himself. His hair seemed to droop and his chest caved in, rather than puffing out as it usually did. He looked pale and his eyes seemed defeated, decieved and led to the edge of heaven then back to the wretched Earth. Before Grimmjow could completely have a mental breakdown, Ulquiorra snapped out of his trance. A gentle hand was placed on Grimmjow's cheek as the panther looked down at the bland floor, and he instantly perked up.