The incoherent ramblings of a retarded genartius

7 deadly sins - Lust

2008-05-21T23:21:26Z

Title: 7 deadly sins - Lust
Rating: G? yeah probably
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex and contemplations of violence
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them

Lust

They act like newly weds, tumbling into abandoned corridors and empty cupboards whenever possible, brushing against each other at meetings until both of them are shaking, breath hitching as they finally get to crush against each other. And they’re satisfied, for a time. But Ulquiorra wonders, because the bloodlust in Grimmjow can never be completely replaced by Ulquilust, and Ichigo is still roaming Las Nochas. Right now the Sexta’s fingers are tracing, breath hot against his back as they move together, trembling as he gets a step closer to cumming. But when Grimmjow finally gets to fight against the Shinigami again, Ulquiorra doesn’t know how he will react. Though he has the feeling that, once again, he will be left in the dust next to the shining of the boy that seems to awaken something in his lover, neither of them know that in a few hours not only will they be fighting the Shinigami, they will be fighting each other. Neither knows that in his bloodlust Grimmjow will forget all emotional ties to the cuatro Espada and lock him in another dimension to pursue the battle. But if they did Ulquiorra would probably kill him right there, a cero blast to the head, and leave the body twitching on the floor.

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So short....
Haha I know what you all expected for lust! But unfortunately I dont have the courage to write poverty (our codeword for porn among my friends XD ). I cant really remember what that thing grimmjow did to Ulqui was, and im too lazy to go back and find out.... so I settled for calling it a new dimension haha. If it bothers you, please tell me a better way to describe it and i'll fix it!

I actually feel quite nostalgic posting this... this will always be special as my first proper fanfiction xx (pity it had to be so terrible. life is a learning curve, people!) a phrase that will always stay with me...Ulquilust! I really love that...and I think I stole it from another fic but I cant remember.... sorry

ok, so thats it, the end. The next thing im thinking of doing is slightly odder... I had a dream a few days ago, about the film labyrinth (the one with david bowie) except all the actors were people from prince of tennis. Fuji was Sarah and Tezuka & Atobe both took turns playing Jareth. It was very entertaining. and then I saw the dvd today and bought it (cos I figured it was fate) and now I really want to write it.... it would be long, take ages and I think Atobe would end up playing Jareth... so i want to know what people think? ok, thankyou for sticking with this for so long xx

7 deadly sins - Sloth

2008-05-21T23:06:05Z

Title: 7 deadly sins - Sloth
Rating: G? yeah probably
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, fluff? (for this pairing anyway)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them

Sloth

Grimmjow loves mornings like these. (There’s heat, real heat from an artificial sun Aizen has been persuaded to create for the day. Gin is sometimes very useful) He lazes in bed, curling into the heated spot left by his...lover? Grimmjow has no idea, and to be frank he doesn’t give a fuck about labeling. As long as he can have that slender body writhing against him. He smirks to himself, memories bathed in cold moonlight and the sounds of Ulquiorra’s self control cracking. He basks in the snug warmth, and the memories. He kinda needs to piss but he wont need to go for a while. Right now he can just relax and try to catch up on a little sleep.

Ulquiorra returns to his sleeping chambers reticent. The meeting with Aizen is over and he has the morning free, the warmth of a cosy bed calls to his drained muscles more than he will admit. As he enters he stills, for there is an unexpected surprise waiting for him. Grimmjow is sprawled over most of the bed, face relaxed and snoring gently. Ulquiorra frowns slightly, in his perfectly ordered universe Grimmjow shouldn’t still be here, and then he approaches the bed. Even before he touches him he can feel the heat radiating off of him, in that particular way a sleeping person has. His own hands are icy from walking where sunlight cannot penetrate and he longs to just curl up beside this unique furnace and sleep away his free morning. Grimmjow is naked, covered by a light sheen of sweat and the smell of sex still lies heavy on him. It’s not hard to guess that he hasn’t risen since last night. Ulquiorra sighs in his head as he removes his uniform and pulls back the covers. The sigh is vocalised with a light tremor running up his spine as he presses himself against the warm body, his icy skin twitching in response. And he drifts off satisfied.

When Grimmjow dozes awake Ulquiorra is there, head resting on his own outstretched arm. He wants to just lie and watch the gentle rise and fall of his deceptively delicate frame, but the need to piss is really strong now. As gently as possible he slides his arm out and leaves. As he does Ulquiorra instinctively shuffles into the warm spot left, mumbling in his sleep. Grimmjow grins and leaves. When he comes back the cuatro is awake, resting on his stomach propped up on his elbows. His eyes are still swollen from sleep and his black hair disheveled. Grimmjow can’t help but think how absolutely fucking gorgeous he looks. Once more he joins him in bed and they both shift around trying to find a way to settle comfortably. Eventually they end up Grimmjow on his back, one arm twined around Ulquiorra’s waist and tracing circles along his lower back as the dark head rests in the hollow between shoulder and neck. And they both doze, thinking about nothing and everything and watching the sun grow dimmer in the sky.

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This chapter was meant to be more...mellow... oh well it turned out ok, right? I wanted it to be fluff but it /really/ doesnt suit them so it turned out a lil rough...
I think this is one of my favourite chapters, because of the language. But then again im probably just blowing my own horn. Well, please put concrit. And someone please talk to me? feedback would be loved, as well as peoples opinions on my portrayal of this pairing (its ok to say its shite!) xx

7 deadly sins - Gluttony

2008-05-21T22:53:33Z

Title: 7 deadly sins - Gluttony
Rating: G? R seems slightly excessive
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: swearing, and seductive behaviour (Ulqui again)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them

Gluttony

Ulquiorra is still pissed. And Grimmjow still wants him so bad, a hungry heat that lies low in his stomach and makes him restless, demanding. It reminds him of the empty hunger that drives him to devour souls and for a while he thinks he can satisfy it that way. Every day is spent hunting, losing himself in the bloodlust and the adrenaline. For a little while it almost feels like its working, but then when he's lying in bed trying to sleep and remembering the heat that should be beside him the restlessness and the hunger come back worse than ever. The sheer number of beings he's devoured in this short time means his power has grown undeniably large. He feels he could take on the world, especially now his rank is restored. So he seeks out Ulquiorra, assured that he can overpower the smaller Espada, force him to come back and satisfy this need, this emptiness. It’s uncomfortable to admit, but undeniable; he needs the other to survive, like he drinks sustenance from calloused fingertips that brush milky white skin and the rough curve of a mask. When he does find the cuatro it is yet again in the presence of this girl, this human with the powers beyond god. She's clearly terrified of Grimmjow, and it’s no surprise when every encounter has been him losing his temper again with this cold Espada. She wonders about him though, when they’ve both left, because it’s only when he enters the room that her carer shows any emotion. Dead eyes light up and the posture takes a new fierce position, ready for another battle. And though he fights to keep it all under his frozen exterior, she can see that he only comes alive when the other is there.

She's shocked, but not overly surprised when they snap. Tension has been running higher and higher, tempers snapping faster, Grimmjow using more force when he smashes his fist into the wall as he storms out. And today it’s at an all time high with reports of Ichigo entering Hueco Mundo (and she can hardly bear to hope its true). So when Grimmjow enters they both immediately stiffen, dogs with hackles raised and already snarling. They don‘t even bother with formalities; just begin spitting insults and insinuations at each other. Orihime cant help but blush at their words, both having completely forgotten about her existence as they are drawn further and further into each others presence. Grimmjow asks if Ulquiorra is still fucking Aizen and he replies, eyes glowing, with a detailed account of what they had done that morning. Orihime knows that at least this time he is lying, because he has been with her all morning, but sometimes, the way he talks, she’s not sure what is the truth. Grimmjow starts yelling, because this is really not something he wants to hear even though he can’t stop asking. And for once instead of customary sharp retorts Ulquiorra yells back and Orihime’s eyes widen as a certain orange haired Shinigami is mentioned. She wonders how Ichigo has been dragged into this, and why the mention of his name has sparked such intense reactions. Then Grimmjow grips the mantle of his sword and in a blur Ulquiorra has pale fingers digging into his wrist, twisting away and up. Grimmjow twists with it to save himself a broken bone and slams against the wall, dragging Ulquiorra with him. Its over in a flash second and they find themselves pressed against each other, painfully aware of the heat and sweat that lies heavy in the air, almost tasting it. On instinct Ulquiorra, still pressed against the wall, leans over and licks slowly along the Sexta’s neck, unaware he is tracing the location of his own hollow hole. A jolt of energy runs across Grimmjow’s back and then they’re clashing mouths, tasting each others unique flavour again. They push against each other, bucking and panting from the excitement and the fighting and Orihime stands stunned and forgotten watching them devour each other.

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Damn I just want this thing finished, cos I really want to start my next one but if I do I will never bother to come back to this... so im going to post the last 3 chapters tonight!
Reading back on the last chapter...im really embarassed. I cant believe I wrote such terrible stuff! But its up now, so I might as well finish. This time we have Orihimes viewpoint. Sorry, I dont actually like Orihime but I have the feeling she would enjoy watching the Espada jumping each other... so she gets half a chapter....

Im a bit worried about the lack of feedback... perhaps you are all quietly waiting for me to go away.... xx

7 deadly sins - Wrath

2008-05-07T18:16:37Z

Title: 7 deadly sins - Wrath
Rating: G? R seems slightly excessive
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: Mentions of sex, and swearing. seducer Ulqui (he gets a warning all to himself)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them

Wrath

4 days. 4 fucking days and no news. and Ulquiorra swears that as soon as he appears, Grimmjow will die. Fitting with his feline side Grimmjow thinks nothing of disappearing some nights, but he always comes home when he's hungry. It’s been 4 days now, and Ulquiorra wonders who is feeding him. He sits and he stews, eternally grateful that the only tears able to stain his face are the green ones already there, because there is no way he would give Grimmjow the satisfaction of crying. But this is ridiculous. He is the cuatro Espada, fierce and strong and independent, above any of the trash here. And he will show it. He rises and opens a portal, still musing.

When Grimmjow returns he sneaks in, knowing full well that he's in trouble. Aizen has disappeared somewhere and he can’t be bothered with the other two bastards so he goes straight to his chambers. But its boring here, and cold, and he wants to see Ulquiorra. A week has been too long apart. So he wonders through winding corridors to find him. He's disappeared as well and Grimmjow frowns, not worried but still...

Eventually he ends up just waiting in Ulquiorra’s room for him to return. When he does it’s much later and the cuatro looks exhausted. And Grimmjow frowns even more because he can guess why. Ulquiorra won’t look at him as he approaches, that fucking pride of his setting his jaw hard and his eyes somewhere above Grimmjow’s head. He begins to rise from the edge of the bed and then Ulquiorra’s right there, eyes eventually turned to him, and they glint dangerously.

'I do not recall giving you permission to enter my chambers, sexta.' and the emphasis on his lower rank hurts, another reminder that he is, and always will be, below ulqui. He shrugs off the insult grinning

'since when did I need your permission'

'You’ve never had the privilege of free access. Now leave.' the grin tightens, and there is a dangerous edge to it.

‘Make me' Ulquiorra’s eyes flash brightly as they narrow

'That was an order sexta. You don’t have a choice of obedience.'

'What were you doing with Aizen?' The reply is snapped, smirk gone, and Grimmjow’s face is hard, challenging. The answer makes him sick. Ulquiorra takes another step forward, pushing Grimmjow back onto the edge of the bed, leaning into his face

'I was fucking him. You’re surprised? But isn’t that what you always thought I was doing?'

Swiftly he straddles Grimmjow, hand winding down his chest. Soft mouth brushes against the hairs at the nape of his neck

'Jealous?' his hand moves lower, over the hard twitching stomach muscles. 'Want to fuck me?' This is all going way too fast for Grimmjow to think properly and then Ulquiorra squirms against Grimmjow, friction driving him crazy and eliciting a moan.

'Grimmjow' he purrs, fingers running along the band of his pants and all coherent thoughts leave him 'Grimmjow, would you fuck me?' and his hand slips inside. Head thrown back, teeth clenched Grimmjow hisses yes. And Ulquiorra grazes his ear with teeth as he whispers 'pity, then, that I got bored of you.' and he pulls away, starts to leave the room. Grimmjow’s eyes slam open, head snaps forward. Ulquiorra sighs 'think I’ll go see Aizen again.’ He looks over his shoulder at Grimmjow, eyes burning with emotions Grimmjow cant read, all he can see is that he is being challenged and he doesn’t know this game, knows he’s going to lose. Ulquiorra pauses in the doorway, poised as though waiting for Grimmjow to react, but he doesn’t know how, wishes Ulquiorra would give him some hint. And then he’s gone, one more shadow in a whole palace of shadows. Grimmjow sits stunned, frozen. He wonders briefly if this has all been a hallucination. But no, the uncomfortable tightness tells him otherwise. Which means Ulquiorra just completely seduced him. And left him impossibly hard. He throws himself onto his back, eyes closed.

'fuuuck' he sighs. Ulquiorra, fucking bastard cock tease. But he must be really pissed off to do this, and Grimmjow wonders just how bad it must be to feel the full extent of his wrath.

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chapt 1
http://captain-givback.livejournal.com/1467.html
chapt 2

http://captain-givback.livejournal.com/1544.html
chapt 3
http://captain-givback.livejournal.com/2008/03/29/

my head is everywhere, so forgive me if ive put in wrong/weird links

Geez its been a long time. sorry if anyone was waiting. But I now believe in miracles, cos my computer crashed and I lost EVERYTHING. Which isnt good. at all. But then yesterday in the sea of decay that is my bedroom I found...my old pendrive thingy! which I thought I lost 2 months ago... and when I put it in, I found all the chapters of the 7 deadly sins saved on it! so you get to see how this ends.

Too tired to read over it though, and its all screwed cos I tried writing different for the next few chapters and failed miserably. Especially at all aspects of mature content. Oh well, humour me. xx

7 deadly sins - Envy

2008-03-29T00:21:28Z

Title: 7 deadly sins - Envy
Rating: G?
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: Mentions of sex, not explicit and a tiny bit of swearing
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them

Envy

Grimmjow gets jealous. He gets jealous a lot. Whenever Nnoitra forgets to control his wondering eyes, or Ulquiorra picks Yammy for his little missions yet again. He mostly gets it when Ulquiorra comes back from his private meetings with Aizen, cos Grimmjow just knows they can’t be as innocent as Ulquiorra claims. Not when he locks the door on him and won’t let him near for the rest of the day, not when he falls asleep so easily. But mostly he's jealous of Ulquiorra himself. He’s everything Grimmjow isn’t. Remote, collected and dignified, able to hide himself behind a cold exterior. Grimmjow knows he has little self control, knows if he did then he might not have lost his arm or his rank. And he wishes he was as detached as Ulquiorra, because he knows when the time comes to walk away the cuatro Espada is going to find it so easy to drop him. And Grimmjow doesn’t think he can, and that it will cost him his life.

Ulquiorra will never admit to the tug of jealousy he feels now every time Grimmjow returns. It started when he disappeared on that foolish expedition, when Tousen-sama lost his temper and Grimmjow lost a limb. There’s a fierceness in his eyes, and a desperate hunger for power. Grimmjow is more alive than Ulquiorra has ever seen him, and it is someone else inciting this passion. Ulquiorra is well aware of the orange haired Shinigami he met, aware of the desperate need he has awoken in his lover. He knows that Grimmjow is throwing in all this effort for the kid, and he knows about the secret visits to the human world. In fact, he knows a lot more than Grimmjow realises. And he hates this kid that he has never met, this trash that can touch a part of Grimmjow he never could, that can so easily take his metaphorical heart and soul. However Ulquiorra isn’t one to admit defeat. Though all of his thoughts are occupied on the Shinigami, Ulquiorra is pretty certain Grimmjow hasn’t fucked him (isn’t even sure if that’s Grimmjow’s ultimate goal) and he's making sure that at least in that way Grimmjow is completely occupied with thoughts of HIM.

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links to chapter 1 & 2
http://captain-givback.livejournal.com/1467.html

http://captain-givback.livejournal.com/1544.html

omg! Aizenxulqi and grimmxichi! scandal! I think I spelt some stuff wrong but oh well...and this part doesnt really sound right until you read the next chapter (which incidently will have a proper plot and storyline instead of just these 2 musing about each other) xx

captain_givback @ 2008-03-25T12:33:00

2008-03-25T12:47:39Z

Title: 7 deadly sins - Greed
Rating: G? M if you're easily offended
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: Mentions of sex, not explicit
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them

Greed

It’s everything and its nothing and he wants more because it’s driving him crazy, this need. He looks at the figure beneath him, the smooth pale skin shining with sweat and he knows he will never get enough. He wants this to be for eternity, always the smell and the sounds and the feel of this guy. When he cums it’s with vision fraying white around the edges and a deep moan with deeper thrusts. And even as his head is clearing he wants more, because it will never be enough.

Ulquiorra knows that he is doing wrong. This sort of thing wouldn’t be tolerated by Aizen-sama. On the other hand, he doesn’t know. And that in itself is terrible, an unforgivable sin on Ulquiorra’s part to keep secrets from their ruler. But Ulquiorra knows that if he tells then he will have to stop, and he doesn’t want to. He knows he is being selfish expecting acceptance, to be allowed to choose both and he knows that he should end this but he can’t. You don’t destroy the key to your most precious box, and Ulquiorra has finally found a key that lets him feel again. The first time the heady rush of emotion came he hardly recognised it. It unbalanced him and instinctively he grasped for the others hand, fingers intertwined as they moved together and for once didn’t feel revulsion, instead a deep satisfying feeling that had nothing to do with his imminent release. He knows he is being greedy, but he doesn’t think he could ever let go now.

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I'm very sorry for this. Grimmjow is being a spaz (again) so I kinda gave up on writing him... and Ulquiorra has decided to throw in some lame metaphors. There is dialogue but thats chapter 4 and it's completly OOC and lame and lasts about 3 seconds. I quickly found I have no talent at it xx

7 Deadly Sins

2008-03-24T14:46:43Z

Title: 7 deadly sins - Pride
Rating: G?
Pairing: GrimmxUlqui
Notes/Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing explicit
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite=genius. Thats why i'm only borrowing the characters from bleach, instead of owning them

Pride
It shows in the walk, the arrogant sway of hips and the assured footsteps. It shows when he passes by, the set of his slim jaw as he turns away, luminous eyes refusing to connect with soulless trash littering the hallways. This pride that creates and sustains Ulquiorra, allows him to serve unconditionally and objectively. It is the only tangible aspect of Ulquiorra, and it hides everything, every emotion he might feel. And Grimmjow hates it. He hates it so much he feels sick every time Ulquiorra moves, because it shows in the rigid elegance of every movement, flick of the wrist and turn of the head. And it reminds him that Ulquiorra is above him, untouchable.

Of course Ulquiorra is aware of this, and treasures it. He is too proud to acknowledge the trashy loudmouth sexta. Too proud to acknowledge the hot touch and the crushing mouth. Too proud to let his breath hitch as fingers trace along the curve of his neck, to moan for the body on top of him, pushing him into the floor. It builds his walls and stops his emotions showing, a precious thing. The consequences of letting himself be affected so easily are not ones he wants to take, and pride is what keeps him from going insane as he walks this terrible cold labyrinth.

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Erm...thats it folks. The rest are done but i'm too lazy to post them all right now. Oh and the italics are Ulquiorra pov, normal is Grimmjow so you dont get confused when it switches. And...erm...yeah. thats basically it. It's not how I usually write so if you think its crap thats ok, but please tell me. So I don't carry on with that style xx

trace - another lil story/poem/weird thing

2008-02-05T12:25:47Z

this is what I do when im at home sick, write weird little story poem things that make no sense to anyone else. I apologise.

TRACE
I havent drank pepsi since that night.
Do you still think of me when the fizz hits your throat,
sugar rush hot touch, dancing like never before breakneck speed
cos you're so terrified that its going to end and
the nights been so perfect drank your fill,
sparkling where there isnt any light and you cant stay still
cos he's close, so goddamn close you could just reach out and touch him,
fingers burning knees almost brushing and
you're desperate to distract yourself so
you start dancing, jumping
blame it on the pepsi though it only accounts for half the high your tripping on,
his scent the other half and you're going crazy
just being here,
so dangerous you could fall off any time but
he's smiling now and your never going to stop
cos its you he's smiling at,
just you and the night sky above the church and
dancing on the wall,
hyper from the pepsi, and the run, and
the adrenaline of youth

Temptations of salvation - a lil poem/story/weird thing

2008-02-05T12:20:44Z

It's meant to be an apocalyptic tale with a warning behind it, but interpret it anyway you want :)

TEMPTATIONS OF SALVATION
It begins in the summer, when the heat was dangerous and heavy.
Not much was walking at that time, most of it
mulch or incinerated, blowing as dust on the wind.
But I was walking and I didn’t
walk alone. There were five
of us in the beginning, though our numbers quickly dwindled.
We traversed a long space, I couldn’t tell. Age and
my sickness has taken all but the most vaguest shimmering of memory.
But I remember the blackness,
the terrible blackness and the taste. It came on the wind,
the wind that contained the remains of everything I once knew.
In a mirage that danced shadows across a bleak horizon
he came to us.

He was the shadows that live in a flickering flame. Dangerous and not of us, and
I was held back, wary fingers traversing my arm.
But the scent carried on the wind was for me. It was
hope and it was warmth. It was
waking to find the body that lay beside you as you slept. It was
the lust of spice and the addiction of sugar. It was everything I wanted,
and it called to me.
Blistering sores traced weary faces, in disgust I struggled. He was before us, a prince
that would offer our salvation. Gladly I picked off my oppressors for the last vulture,
let me be saved.

Desperation brings out the submission in people. We followed
in his footsteps of impossible stride and dared to kiss his shadow.
He was everything and he was nothing. To touch
him was death, one man brushed his cloak in reverence and fell down.
The fabric, unscathed, fluttered in a slight breeze. I blinked scratched eyelids.
Trembling fingers had passed through. I wondered if our saviour was
no more of a mirage than the holy land
we promised ourselves.

When she got big we rested. Through the night she screamed and we
fought the wild animals though they spoke to us in a familiar tongue.
And his voice came to us, calling for the child.
She struggled, crying wolf and
praying for forgiveness to a man I had never heard of.
She defiled his name, our shadow man, the one with hair as black
as the fear beyond sleep. But he took the baby from her arms
and she lay still without rising.
The awkward screeching of the infant stilled against him, peaceful
as though it too
understood his power in its dumbness.

The haze will not reveal how soon after he left.
But though he disappeared, without
guidance we followed still the faint footsteps left imprinted in the sand, covered and
recovered by the dust of empires carried on a
warm wind in an endless summer.