Show Me Love, Show Me Lust

Chapter One

Grimmjow's POV

I sat at the Espada meeting, drowning out Aizen running his mouth. Every week I have to deal with this crap. Although, it wasn't entirely bad. I got to steal glances at Ulquiorra, who I recently started crushing on.

Yes, I am indeed crushing on Ulquiorra. I don't know why, but I feel like there is a subconscious connection between us. He is very attractive, but I also have lust towards him. I can't help it; I want him... I want him...

This time instead of it being just me eyeballing him, I noticed Ulquiorra staring back at me. Which is unlikely. Wait, no, he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at my chest. He was examining my pectoral muscles, then my abs, and then... Never mind. He saw that I caught him, and his gaze immediately snapped away.

Later on that day, I kept thinking of why he suddenly decided to stare at me. It replayed in my head repeatedly in my mind, giving me chills every time. Remembering his startlingly beautiful emerald eyes scanning my body. Oh god, I could've fucked him right then and there...

It was difficult for me to comprehend why he was checking me out so erratically. But I enjoyed it. Damn, did I enjoy it. His gaze haunted me for nights on end. I was relentlessly thinking and questioning why he did that.

One night, I even had a dream about it... Or what I wanted to happen:

It was just after when the meeting was dismissed, when Ulquiorra came strutting towards me. His eyes were glazed with infectious lust. He then said:

"For the past few days, I notice that you have been staring at me... Is there something here that you like?" He asked, rather teasingly.

"Well, heh, you're damn right I see something I like," I growled, seductively. I pushed him up against the wall, and continued with my statement. "It's you."

His typically emotionless and pale face flushed with a pastel crimson. He easily gave in to my pursuit. He gazed at me with half-lidded eyes. It was almost as if he were asking to be smothered with a kiss.

So that's what I did. I smashed my lips onto his, with a deep passion. He gladly kissed me back, with just as much yearning as I did.

Just as he was going to touch me, with intentions unspeakable, I woke up.

I sat up straight in bed, breathless from my dream. I cursed myself for it not being reality. I groaned in dissatisfaction. I looked over t the digital clock. 3:00 AM. I definitely screwed myself over. I would never be able to back to sleep. Not after that. I took that dream as a sign for what may come to be.

But love is game of chance. So the outcomes of that are a nuisance. But we all decide to take our chance to roll the dice in this nightmarish heaven we all crave.