Resurrection

WARNING! Kisses and molestation, but no sex! YAOI.

I just got a beta (yay!!!), God’s Broken Dreamer from fanfiction dot net. You can thank Broken for cleaning up my mess in this chapter and future ones =)

Resurrection: Chapter 10

Nnoitra’s POV

I found myself watching Ichigo a lot more as the semester progressed. The way his brow furrowed all the time even when he smiled, the way his eyes flared in irritation, the flush that graced his cheeks. I analyzed his physical appearance, trying to figure out why I was attracted to the hotheaded idiot. Why I got hard every time I watched him do his Capoeira exercises, why I took showers when no one else was around, and jerked myself off with images of him in my mind.

Now that Ichigo and I were fighting each other less and actually working with each other I had a harder time justifying our friendship. Sure, we still fought each other whenever we needed to work off some stress, but more often than not we spent out time together eating, talking, or going over class work. It was strange how easy it was to fall into a friendly relationship with him. My old subordinate, Tesla, was never even near as close to me as Ichigo was.

We were drawing closer and closer to the end of the third and final semester. Once we had completed it we would formally accept one of the divisions’ offers to join them. I had a feeling that the only reason Yamamoto requested that I join his division was so he could keep a better eye on me. Like fuck I wanted that. So first division was out. Sixth division was also out because I thought the captain was a stupid pansy. Eighth division seemed to be the most promising. I wouldn’t join the eleventh division because that would mean I would be under that stupid bastard who had managed to kill me, meaning I was //weaker// than him. No fucking way.

Eighth division was led by Captain Shunsui Kyoraku. From what Ichigo had told me he was lazy and drank a lot, but was one of the strongest captains. Captain Yamamoto had trained him himself, apparently. He wasn’t some pansy so I wouldn’t feel weak being his subordinate. I would prefer not having to answer to anyone, but I would work my way up to that.

Ichigo had pretty much decided on the thirteenth division, the one that had the captain with the white hair…not the brat, but the one that’s all sick and shit. What was his name? Ukitake or something like that. That woman friend of his was in it too, but he insisted that she wasn’t the reason he picked that division. Whatever. It wasn’t like I cared why; as long as we still got to spar together then it didn’t matter. Ichi told me that Ukitake was trained under Yamamoto and was friends with Kyoraku, so it wasn’t like we weren’t going to see each other. Not that I cared.

I wasn’t convincing myself. I did care. I didn’t want Ichigo’s attention on anyone else, least of all those weak bitches that he calls friends. I wanted him to only notice me. Who the fuck else mattered if he had me to fight and to talk to if he wanted? It wasn’t like any of the other Shinigami were at the same level we are. They didn’t deserve his interest. It made me want to kill them all, bathe in their blood, and present their heads to Ichigo on a platter like trophies of war. Unfortunately, although Ichigo didn’t really give a fuck about the death of some random Shinigami, he would care if I killed his friends.

The finals were going to be the toughest yet, but still probably a breeze for my Ichigo and me. He was a little fidgety and distant with the stress of it, but I got him drunk again and he relaxed immediately. He handled his drinks much better than any of the previous times, his eyes were a little unfocused and he had a stupid grin on his face, but was otherwise normal. When we stood up to leave he leaned on me heavily, his body against mine feeling abnormally warm in my own alcohol induced state.

I laughed at something he said and grabbed him by the waist, ignoring his struggles and throwing him over my shoulder. He squirmed in my grip until I dug my nails into him, making him stop. He gave a kind of aggravated sigh and went limp, allowing me to carry him to our room. I tossed him on his bed, and he immediately latched onto my arm and yanked me so I stumbled and fell on top of him. His arms and legs encircled me and he flipped us so I was on my back, and he was cuddled against my side with his head on my chest.

“Mmm…comfy.”

“Tch. You’re so drunk.” I didn’t move though. It felt good.

“Soooooo….” He drew the word out and lifted his head to smile at me. We were inches apart now and I could see every little detail of his face. “Hey Nnoitra?”

“What.”

“Can we kiss?” In my drunken state I could see nothing wrong with it.

“Fuck yeah.” So I kissed him. I didn’t take it slow either. I just shoved my lips onto his and raped his mouth. Not that he was disagreeable my any means. He moaned into it and kissed back just as hard, biting and sucking at me like a vampire.

I broke away and allowed him to breathe, running my hands over his hard body and sucking at his throat. Tasty…delicious…edible. He was everything I thought he would be.

“S’good, Nnoitra.” He mumbled- damn right it was good- and then promptly passed out. Fuck. He snuggled against me, his mouth slightly open as he breathed deep and even. I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and closed my eyes as well, my bed was much too far away for me to get up and go to. Besides, it wasn’t as warm and as comfortable as Ichigo’s…

Ichigo’s POV

We kissed. We fucking kissed. Nnoitra and I. And it was fucking amazing. It was rough and a little bloody from where his teeth nipped me, but it was great. Natural. When I woke up the next morning, my head aching a little bit from the drinks, I didn’t feel awkward. Even resting in his arms that were tightly enclosed around me, his chest rising and falling in time with his breathing. I didn’t know how I felt about him being a man, though. I mean…it’s different. Not that I’ve ever been with a girl, but it still shook me.

I was supposed to get married to a girl and have lots of babies. Another man did not fit anywhere into that equation. But for the death of me I couldn’t imagine having this sort of relationship with anybody else. But I also knew that Nnoitra probably wouldn’t react well. His response to my hinting that he might be gay in a previous argument was explosive. It wouldn’t matter that he had kissed me first when he thought I was asleep, or that he kissed me totally willingly again when I was awake. Shit, I really didn’t want to deal with this.

Slowly, I slipped out of his arms and edged to the side of my bed. Sighing in relief, I set my feet on the floor and made to stand up but was promptly yanked back and pinned down by a grumpy Nnoitra.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He growled out dangerously.

“Nn-Nnoitra!” I said in disbelief, my eyes wide while his own narrowed as he held me down. “I was…I was just going to the bathroom.” I finished lamely.

“Is that so?”

“Y-yeah.” I stuttered out, my face red as his hands relaxed their grip but didn’t let go of me.

“Whatever. Hurry back.” He leaned down and kissed me. I instantly melted and opened my mouth, darting my tongue out to meet his. He deepened the kiss and pressed his body down into mine hard. I could feel ever inch of him against me, including his hardening member.

I pulled away and gasped for breath. “Bathroom.” I said. He nodded and moved his head to nibble at my neck, his hands gripping my sides. “I’m serious.” I nudged at his shoulders and he reluctantly rolled off of me. I stood up shakily and tightened my kimono around my body. He smirked at my disheveled state and propped his hands behind his head.

“I’m waiting.” I nodded and left the room, relaxing slightly as I got into the hall. That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting to see when he woke up. But…I liked it.

I used the restroom quickly and splashed water onto my face, sighing and looking at my reflection in the mirror. Well shit… Was this a good thing? Whatever I had with Nnoitra… was it good, or was it bad?

I walked back to our room before Nnoitra decided to come and drag me back, which I wouldn’t put past him. I opened the door to our room and was instantly grabbed and yanked in. I didn’t even have time to shout my surprise before he was on top of me, pressing me against the door with his hands touching every part of my body he could. I was a little surprised by the intensity, and tried to pull away to figure this thing out, but he wouldn’t stop. He jerked my kimono open and dropped to his knees, sinking down to bite and suck at my flesh.

“Wait! Nnoitra!” I protested and shoved at his shoulders. He ignored me and tore at the sash holding up my hakama. “Stop!”

He finally did so, glaring up at me even as he continued to press kisses along my torso. “What?”

“Fuck…This is moving too fast.” I said with a frown.

“You want this.” He hissed out, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.

“Yeah, but I’ve never been in a relationship before, or whatever we are, and I’m just a little…” I trailed off, trying to think of the right word.

“Scared?” Now he looked smug again, happy that I was the uncertain one.

I scowled at him. “I’m not scared!”

“Yes you are.” He teased and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Hah! Poor little Ichi, are you scared of me?”

“Keep it up and I’ll fucking kill you.” I said lowly. He just laughed and stood again so he was towering over me.

“I’d kill to fuck you.” He said, half seriously. I blushed and shoved him as he tried to pull me against him.

“Idiot.” I grumbled and allowed him to slowly run his hands up and down my chest.

“Don’t insult your superiors.”

“Like fuck you’re my superior!”

And those were our first sober, conscious kisses.

LINE

They’re together now! I was going to have Nnoitra be all ‘get the fuck away from me you fag’ but then he was like ‘no, I think I’d rather molest Ichigo than push him away’ and he wouldn’t do what I wanted. Jerk.

So…my explanation for Ichigo’s “hero” personality is that he isn’t out to save the world, just his friends. That’s what makes him interesting. He doesn’t give a fuck about a person dying half way around the world unless it’s someone he knows. Therefore, I reason that Ichigo wouldn’t care if Nnoitra killed some random Shinigami in a fight unless Ichigo personally knew them.