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Well, it had only been a day, so he hadn’t missed much. He was glad that the damage wasn’t so severe that it left him bed-ridden for a full week.

Itachi fetl her gaze on him the whole time he was trying to drink his water. She’s still mad, he thought. That came to him as no surprise, given the shame he had brought upon her the day before. And even after that, she took care of him. She really is a gentle girl. As she started talking about him being a fool, he had expected her to start on her lecture. It was probably about time for him to get one. So when she reached for the glass and held it steady for him to drink, he was surprised.

Itachi blinked once. Twice. And did as he was told. His eyes fell close as he drank the water without pain surging up in his body, grateful for all the help she was giving him.

Unconsciously, he moved a hand to place abover hers on the glass and gently stroked its back. He was so glad she stayed by his side.

The action, completely unexpected and (somewhat) unwarranted, Ulquiorra Cifer paused, no longer helping in tipping water into Itachi’s mouth. The gesture, though simple and innocent, was not without meaning. And the expression that Itachi wore only emphasized this. Emerald eyes lowered themselves to her hand. It was no longer being stroked, though. Itachi had stopped that in favour for curling his fingers around her hand, holding it.

A sigh.

Not quite knowing what to say, she chose not to comment on it, and resumed her task. Once Itachi had finished drinking, she set the glass aside, on the bedside table.

“Better?”

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It did not take Grimmjow long to return. He returned to their apartment a little after lunch, with a blonde hanging onto his arm, and a plastic container containing the food that Itachi had requested of him earlier. It took a bit of persuading on his part to get his date to agree to coming here with him to drop off the food, but in the end, though slightly irritated at the interruption, she relented.

“Oi, Uchiha,” Grimmjow said, as he entered their apartment. “I got you your—”

He blinked.

Itachi was sleeping on the couch, possibly worn out from all of the crying he’d done. Grimmjow sighed. Not wanting to wake him up, Grimmjow placed the food in the fridge, and wrote a little note for Itachi about the package. He set it on the coffee table in front of the couch before leaving, making sure not to disturb Itachi’s sleep with even the slightest of noise.

-Timeskippy :3-

Weeks had passed since the crying incident. Itchi couldn’t forget how kind Grimmjow had been with him, so he changed his attitude a bit, being more gentle and nice to him. Even though he still thought the other male was a brute, he deserved something for what he had done.

Also, another thing that had changed was the reluctance Itachi felt in allowing Grimmjow to go to his shows. He started feeling less and less bothered by having the blue-haired man watching him perform in such lewd activities. He could always ask him how the show went and get truthful answers, instead of the “ZOMG IT WAS SO AWESOME!!!11” his fans would give him.

Itachi would also frequently offer to help Grimmjow with his homework or even just his studies. It was good to see that even a goofer like him would get concerned for his future and he sometimes found it endearing how serious the other man could get even if they had spent the past hour laughing about something completely different.

All in all, it was the first time Itachi was truly enjoying the company of someone else. So as another saturday night came and he was headed to his dressing-room, he couldn’t imagine this night would be much different than the rest.

“Itachiiiiiiiii-!” His manager called him. He turned to him, raising his eyebrows as though he was asking what had happened.

“The make-up artist ran away-! We’ve got no one to do your make-up. But I trust you can do so yourself, right? Good, ‘cause I’ve got something else to attend. Byebye~ have a good night~” and he left without letting Itachi answer.

His eyes widened. He paled in shock. This was bad.

And here he was again, at yet another one of Itachi’s mini concerts. Grimmjow sighed as he ran a tanned hand through unruly blue locks. A glance at his watch. It told him that Itachi was supposed to go on in a few minutes. Alright. He supposed that he could stick around listening to these crappy “warm-up” singers before it was time for Itachi’s turn. Grimmjow leaned back in his seat, completely relaxed, carrying the air of someone who frequented this bar.

And that, he did.

It was a normalcy now for him to spend time with Itachi. He could not say that he was as friendly with Itachi as he had been before (after all, it had been his callous words and behaviour that had triggered such a strong reaction from the raven-haired teen), but things were not too bad, he supposed. Though Grimmjow did not need much help, they studied together, possibly for the mere reason that if Itachi did not nag him, he would not have even done his homework. Their spending more time together was not the only thing that had changed, though. Itachi was now much much nicer to him. Grimmjow was no longer ignored, insults were no longer sent his way, and—

And oh, fuck, how long has this crappy singer been singing already? This person fucking sucks.

Grimmjow checked his watch again.

…? The hell? Grimmjow furrowed his eyebrows. Itachi was late.

Rising from his seat, Grimmjow went backstage, where he knew he would find Itachi. And when he finally did, he was met with the sight of a rather distraught Itachi, who kept trying, and failing while he was at it, to choose between two bottles of skin-coloured foundation, one lighter, and the other darker. A raise of an eyebrow. Itachi did not even notice him.

“Oi, something wrong, Uchiha?” he said, snapping the raven-haired male to attention. “What’s up?”

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Ulquiorra blinked once, slowly, watching as that familiar look of hunger began to show in distinctive purple eyes, as dominance and possessiveness plainly showed themselves in the way Hidan held him, not ruffled in the least (though if he cared to admit it, a slight shiver did run up his spine at the sight. For all his years of living, it was a look that Ulquiorra was not accustomed to). 

“You needn’t tell me twice,” Ulquiorra murmured before Hidan’s lips pressed against his own, eyes slipping close. 

A hand placed on Hidan’s chest, Ulquiorra returned the kiss, his inexperience showing in the tentativeness of his response, a stark difference to how confidently Hidan returned it. It wasn’t all the time that Ulquiorra was less than capable in a certain field. A gentle nip, a soft suck, a wet swipe across Hidan’s lower lip, Ulquiorra slowly, but steadily deepened the kiss, fully aware of the hand on his lower back, the one that had drawn them close.

His fingers worked on unbuttoning the Jashinist’s shirt, his own robe falling off his shoulder. The piece of clothing slid off Hidan’s arms, caressing tanned skin one last time before pooling on the floor.

Hidan was ecstatic. Not only was his elf agreeing to make lewd things with him, he was even the one starting it all. And of course, if he wanted to lead, Hidan would let him lead for a bit, while he enjoyed those little moments of hesitation the other showed.

Surely, the smaller boy wasn’t used to this. He would never hesitate in anything else, but this… this nearly seemed new to him. Not to mention the trembling hands and body. It was too priceless, too good and all too exciting for Hidan. He let Kyo-tan do everything at first, fully handing the control over, wanting to see how far the other could go without help. His smirk wouldn’t leave his face as he simply retributed everything that was given to him. The kisses, the touches, removing the clothes…

Lightly kissing down the other’s neck, now exposed, he used his hand to fully push the robe off the other’s shoulder, leaving it on. Nibbling on his earlobe, he couldn’t help but tease.

“Don’t take off the robe, Kyo-tan~ just your underwear~”

The hesitation was endearing. The flush was adorable. The reluctance was a turn-on. And when Kyo-tan accepted, he could only shiver, the antecipation making his gaze look fiercer and hungrier than ever.

The robe fell down further, revealing not only pale skin that Hidan had tasted before, but the marks that now adorned it. Beneath the fabric, away from the prying eyes of Nelliel, Ulquiorra had managed to find a robe to hide them. He didn’t look at them; he knew exactly what they looked like. The marks showed themselves clearly, red, with a few bite marks here and there, serving as more evidence as to their previous activities. And though Ulquiorra’s expression remained unchanged, the colour pink powdered itself across his cheeks, and when Hidan made such a suggestion, the colour only managed to deepen itself.

Clearly, the dolt was enjoying his inexperience in this field far too much - if the tone of his voice didn’t, then the smirk on Hidan’s face most certainly confirmed.

Ulquiorra did not answer him immediately. Instead, he drove Hidan back, and when he finally came to a stop, he placed a hand on that broad chest. A push, and Hidan’s back met the soft mattress of his bed.

“You want it off, Hidan?”

Ulquiorra swung his legs on either side of Hidan’s hips, lowered himself, and in turn, placed himself in a very suggestive position. He leaned down, knees pressed against Hidan’s sides, the fabric of white robes dragging, dragging over the material covering Hidan’s lower half. Licked the shell of the Jashinist’s ear. And a hand, pale and hesitant, reached down, and cupped the front of Hidan’s pants. Squeeze.

“Then take it off yourself.”

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He felt the heat rise to his face and spread down. This strange feeling… what was it? Hidan was always the one who made that push. Hidan was always the one to seduce his elf. I should be the one…!

But, at the moment, everything was reversed. Kyo-tan locked them up in a room. Kyo-tan was the one doing the push. Kyo-tan was trying to seduce him. And with that innocent face, those innocent kisses and innocent touches. That sincerity in those bright green eyes. All of this was driving Hidan mad.

He shivered, still beet-red. He felt extremely perversed for even thinking of lewd things with this cute, innocent boy. But…

… he couldn’t help it. He held that small hand in his own, sneaking his other arm around his waist.

“You’re driving me crazy, here…” He intertwined their fingers, his lips brushing over Kyo-tan’s forehead.

“You know… when you use such a cute, innocent face like that…” He pulled the other close. “… I can’t resist.”

With that said, his lips descended onto the other’s.

Ulquiorra blinked once, slowly, watching as that familiar look of hunger began to show in distinctive purple eyes, as dominance and possessiveness plainly showed themselves in the way Hidan held him, not ruffled in the least (though if he cared to admit it, a slight shiver did run up his spine at the sight. For all his years of living, it was a look that Ulquiorra was not accustomed to). 

“You needn’t tell me twice,” Ulquiorra murmured before Hidan’s lips pressed against his own, eyes slipping close. 

A hand placed on Hidan’s chest, Ulquiorra returned the kiss, his inexperience showing in the tentativeness of his response, a stark difference to how confidently Hidan returned it. It wasn’t all the time that Ulquiorra was less than capable in a certain field. A gentle nip, a soft suck, a wet swipe across Hidan’s lower lip, Ulquiorra slowly, but steadily deepened the kiss, fully aware of the hand on his lower back, the one that had drawn them close.

His fingers worked on unbuttoning the Jashinist’s shirt, his own robe falling off his shoulder. The piece of clothing slid off Hidan’s arms, caressing tanned skin one last time before pooling on the floor.

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He blinked, looking up at Grimmjow, surprised. What he said took a slight bit to settle in. He had gotten Grimmjow angry and annoyed, he had taken up his time, he had selfishly used him as a crying pillow… and he didn’t owe him anything? It sure felt weird, this feeling. Not needing a trade, a deal. Was it just Grimmjow that was this gentle or was this normal? Itachi didn’t understand.

He tried to stay calm. Tried to look calm. He followed Grimmjow with his eyes and nodded at his sentence.

“Very well. I will, don’t worry.” He gave the other boy a smile, a grateful smile, even if his mind was a terrible mess.

“Yer not bein’ a bother.” That sentence, that sentence alone brightened his day. He forgot his pain, he forgot his past for a moment. He let it all go. Was it wrong of him to want someone that doesn’t think he should just leave? Was it wrong of him if he wanted to just enjoy someone rlse’s company, nothing else needed?

Yes, it’s wrong.

I’m being selfish.

It did not take Grimmjow long to return. He returned to their apartment a little after lunch, with a blonde hanging onto his arm, and a plastic container containing the food that Itachi had requested of him earlier. It took a bit of persuading on his part to get his date to agree to coming here with him to drop off the food, but in the end, though slightly irritated at the interruption, she relented.

“Oi, Uchiha,” Grimmjow said, as he entered their apartment. “I got you your—”

He blinked.

Itachi was sleeping on the couch, possibly worn out from all of the crying he’d done. Grimmjow sighed. Not wanting to wake him up, Grimmjow placed the food in the fridge, and wrote a little note for Itachi about the package. He set it on the coffee table in front of the couch before leaving, making sure not to disturb Itachi’s sleep with even the slightest of noise.

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As a true airhead, Hidan didn’t notice how his Kyo-tan was glaringstaring at him. So when he suddenly started pulling at his sleeve, he was caught off-guard and lost his balance for a while.

“Wha-?! Kyo-tan-!” He had to run a few steps to catch up. Even so, he didn’t understand what had gotten into the other, at a time like this. “Take it easy-!”

He entered the room and turned back to see the elf locking the door. His eyebrows furrowed, Hidan was going to start talking when the other beat him to it.

Upon hearing those words, his eyes widened in surprise and shock. How…? He blinked a few times before everything settled in. He saw right through me...

“I… Well… Yeah.”

The fingers of both his hands now curled into Hidan’s collar, Ulquiorra Cifer stood on tiptoes, to compensate for their differences in height, and tilted his head up slightly.

A brush of the lips. He pressed his lips against Hidan’s softly, and another, this time with a little more pressure. Another, each kiss chaste. A pale hand wound itself into silver locks that kissed the back of Hidan’s neck. Unlike his own, Hidan’s skin was warm to the touch.

“We’ve only awhile longer before you have to leave, yes?” A kiss, on Hidan’s lower lip this time. “And a much longer period of time in which we would spend apart.”

Ulquiorra pulled back then, his hand slipping into Hidan’s.

“Let’s spend some time together before then.”

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His eyes widened, the hurt clearly showing. Hidan knew it wouldn’t be easy. Hidan knew he had to drill quite a bit. Hidan knew this wasn’t an easy topic.

But still. After giving his whole attention to Sensei, after showing him that for once in his life he was having a serious and deep conversation, Hidan just wasn’t ready for such a cold rejection. Not from the one he loved. Specially not in that tone of voice.

I can’t give up. If the answer was so strong, then this matter would hurt his Sensei more than a rejection would hurt him. His gaze steeling again, Hidan pressed.

“I want to know, Sensei.” He tightened the hold he had on his Sensei’s shirt’s lower hem. “I want to know everything about you. And that wasn’t a normal talk between two colleagues. Don’t take me as such a fool.”

Ulquiorra’s gaze flickered momentarily to where Hidan’s hand tugged at the hem of his shirt, a sign that they had grown far too close than they ought to. Students and teachers. It was a relationship that ought to be just that; a person who taught those who are (usually) younger at a closed facility. There are boundaries for every relationship, and he and Hidan had clearly crossed it many times to the point of nearly indulging in physical relations. Shameful.

If they were to be caught, not only would Ulquiorra’s career be nonexistent, but with that, he would surely not be able to come up with enough money to support two people - what educational facility would want to hire him? - and pay for college fees. Uninterested as the idiot was in education, Hidan still needed to learn, and Ulquiorra would not have it any other way.

Ulquiorra returned his gaze to Hidan’s pleading ones, not a sign of even a faint smile on his lips, the beginnings of a scowl showing on his face.

“Enough, Hidan,” Ulquiorra said coldly, his voice holding a hint of tiredness in it. The warmth that had existed in the living room was now gone, frozen over by the ice in Ulquiorra’s voice. The air around them stretched taut, close to snapping point, but that did not seem to bother Ulquiorra Cifer. Not in the least. “Do not meddle in matters that don’t concern you.”

He reached down, thin fingers wrapping themselves around a tanned wrist, and plucked Hidan’s hand from his shirt. He did not even wait for a response from Hidan when he removed himself from the other’s lap, now making his way to the stairs. Ulquiorra only stopped in his steps to address Hidan once more, not bothering to turn around to spare his student a glance.

“Go to sleep, Hidan. It’s late.”

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“S-Sorry…” More out of habit than anything, he apologized for his previous sentence.

Feeling Grimmjow’s hand trace his hair comforted him more than he would have ever thought. He felt warm and protected as those big arms held him close, as that big hand caressed him gently, as he cried on that broad chest. He tightened his hold even more, not wanting to let go, quite resembling a child not wanting his mother to go away.

“But it’s fine. Let it out.” And he did. He hadn’t cried this much in a long, long time, always choosing to ignore or withstand the pain. All of it had accumulated inside him, now boiling up and being released all at once.

After some time, the pain faded away and his thought began to clear. The chokes and sobbs died down, the tears eventually stopped, leaving him tired, sniffling against Grimmjow, who had held him for all this time.

Itachi shook his head a bit. “No. Don’t.”

Although not wanting it, he pulled himself away from the comfortable embrace. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes once more, now feeling calm.

“I don’t want to ruin your day any more.” He smiled a small, watery smile up at Grimmjow.

“Thank you, Grimmjow. Thank you a lot. You’re a great friend.” He hesitated a bit. “If… if you want to know something… just ask. If I don’t feel ready to talk I will just say so. I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

Grimmjow kept silent as Itachi wept. He was never really good with words when it came to situations like these, so he kept his mouth shut, which was probably the wisest thing to do. For him, at least. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there like that - Grimmjow was barely aware of the seconds that trickled past, pooling together and turning into minutes. Eventually, though, the sobs died down, and the dampness that had made itself known on his shirt stopped spreading. It seemed that Itachi was all out of tears. 

When Itachi pulled himself away from him, Grimmjow let him, and now, the bastard was starting to talk nonsense again. Grimmjow nearly rolled his eyes at them, but didn’t, choosing to simply let Itachi finish his little speech since it seemed important to him, and maintained the unreadable expression on his face. He could not understand why Itachi thought that he owed Grimmjow that, and he most certainly did not agree with the raven-haired male’s words. 

If he wanted to know Itachi, he would have wanted Itachi to tell him about himself on his own terms. For matters of importance, anyway. Grimmjow himself had never liked it when people pried into his private affairs, so he never asked people about subjects that were sensitive to them. That was not to say that he would never open up. He would, but only when he was ready.

“Bullshit. You owe me nothing,” Grimmjow said bluntly, as usual. He watched as Itachi’s hands finally fell to his sides. “I won’t ask. You’ll be ready to talk about it when you are. I’ll only ask ya if it’s important.”

Frowning slightly, he reached out and brushed a few more strands of hair that had managed to kiss Itachi’s forehead again.

“Yer not bein’ a bother; my day hasn’t been ruined at all.” The strands now tucked away, Grimmjow stepped away from Itachi, making his way to the door. He glanced at Itachi over his shoulder. “You take care of yourself, aite? Call me if you need anything.”

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Oh, Hi-chan knows how to make his Kyo-tan happy and flushed~ 

“Aw, you’re quite thin, Kyo-tan~” Hidan chuckled. “And you’re light as a feather~”

He couldn’t help himself, teasing his adored elf was priceless. Seeing as Kyo-tan rarely had any expression at all, seeing him get mildly annoyed was what Hidan defined as “cute”. And Hidan needed his supply of “cute” for every day. That and… he wanted to remember more than just a straight face. After all, Hidan didn’t know for how long they’d be apart this time.

As he mixed his chocolate on the milk, the thought that they didn’t have much time left downed on him. It left a bitter taste in his mouth and a strange tightening in his chest. The way Kyo-tan’s mother had spoken the day before, it seemed she wouldn’t let them get close too many times. In fact, it seemed she wouldn’t let her son out of her sight for long.

Hidan blinked and downed the milk at once. It was useless to think of it. He’d come up with something later.

As if Ulquiorra doesn’t know how to do the same for his lovely seme.

Ulquiorra kept silent, choosing not to respond to Hidan’s teasing, which was probably not the wisest of choices, for after a short length of time had passed after he made that comment, Hidan’s eyes fell to his half-eaten portion of food, crestfallen. Gone was the playful smirk that often occupied his face, the light of mischief in purple eyes absent as well. It was strange seeing him like that; Ulquiorra was used to seeing Hidan in an irritatingly good mood.

Such a look of melancholy did not suit Hidan. If possible, it was more displeasing to see than his annoying show of joy.

Though the look fell and gave way to a grin after awhile, even to Ulquiorra’s idle observation, it was obviously tacked on. Who did that idiot think he was trying to fool?

“Come along, Hidan,” Ulquiorra said, once they were done eating and have cleared everything. He tugged on Hidan’s sleeve, and pulled him all the way to his bedroom unceremoniously. Once there, he locked the door behind them, and turned to face Hidan, fingering the taller man’s collar. “You wish for something more to remember me by, do you not?”

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Not noticing his sensei’s disapproving glare at being lifted up, Hidan looked away for a bit, trying to collect his thoughts. I wasn’t easy, being serious. He knew he should’ve trained it more in other sorts of conversations, but he never liked this type of talk.

“It’s about… earlier.” Finally raising his gaze, Hidan looked right into Ulquiorra’s eyes, wanting him to know that he was being serious. “Your talk with Orihara-sensei… You two knew each other? What happened?”

Hidan’s gaze was more than serious. It was worried, determined. He knew his Sensei would probably try to deny everything first and he couldn’t afford to lose this moment.

Ulquiorra had no idea how long Hidan had been standing there during his unwanted conversation with Orihara Izaya, but he concluded that it must have been long enough for Hidan to gather that Izaya held some interest in him. Ulquiorra blinked once, slowly, his expression never changing. The memory of Izaya touching his skin was still vivid in his mind.

Come on now, Ulquiorra~

That mocking voice.

If Hidan had any hope that Ulquiorra would be cooperative, then all hopes were dashed the moment Ulquiorra spoke. He maintained his gaze with Hidan, keeping it steady, unwavering. 

“I don’t see how such a piece of information should be a matter of any importance, Hidan,” Ulquiorra answered calmly, ice in his voice. “We were just talking, like two colleagues would. That shouldn’t be surprising, now, should it?”