Resurrection

WARNINGS!!! This chapter contains yaoi, guy on guy action, and a mutual hand job. You have been warned.

Beta’d by God’s Broken Dreamer.

Resurrection: Chapter 12

Nnoitra’s POV

Third seat wasn’t so bad. I mean, Shunsui even told me that I would be lieutenant if it didn’t mean less time with his ‘cute Nanao-chan.’ Bitch. But I knew how things worked around here. She was his lieutenant because he trusted her more, not because she was stronger than me. Still pissed me off though.

I was not walking to the thirteenth division’s fields to see how my Ichigo was doing. I could see him relaxing and talking with that shorthaired woman, Rukia. They were laughing as she gave him a pat on the shoulder. Narrowing my eyes I strode over.

“Yo.”

“Hey Nnoitra.” He smiled at me as I stepped behind him and bent over to give him a kiss. The woman gave an indiscrete cough but I ignored her.

“Hey. So what did you get?”

“Lieutenant. You?”

“Third.” I growled out, my reiatsu flaring. “But just because Shunsui wants more opportunities to check his lieutenant out.”

Ichigo snorted and rested his head against my legs. “Third is good. You’re more powerful than most Shinigami captains already, it doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Tch.” He tugged on the bottom of my hakama to get me to sit down. I did so grudgingly, ignoring the look the bitch sent my way. He rested against my chest, in between my legs, his hands draped on my knees.

“We better still have time to hang out.” I said, sliding my hands so they were settled around his torso. “Seated officers always have more responsibilities.”

“Yeah.” Ichigo said with a smirk. “But the third seats, Kiyone and Sentaro, will probably jump at the opportunity to do some of my jobs to impress Jushiro.”

“Now Ichigo.” Rukia said sternly in a way that made me want to smack her. “You shouldn’t push your responsibilities onto others.”

“Hah! Isn’t what the Shinigami had been doing to him when he was a substitute reaper?” I asked, tightening my hold on Ichigo and glaring at her.

“No! It’s totally different!” She didn’t look confidant though.

“How?”

“Well, I…it doesn’t matter! The point is Ichigo is a lieutenant and he shouldn’t shirk his duties!”

“Uh, guys?” Ichigo asked with a scowl.

“You’re not his mother. You can’t make him do anything.”

“Oh yeah? Ichigo! You won’t make Kiyone and Sentaro do your jobs, will you?”

Ichigo snorted in response. “Like I could make them //not// do them. They’ve been doing the job of lieutenant for a while, it would be weird to expect them to just stop. They don’t mind and I don’t mind, so you shouldn’t either.”

“I guess…” She trailed off uncertainly and I sent a smirk over his head at her, grunting as Ichigo’s elbow caught me in the side.

“I can feel your smugness.” He said. “Don’t antagonize her.”

“Hah! She started it.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Do us a favor and shut up, your voice is irritating.”

We continued to bicker, Ichigo ignoring us for the most part until it got a little too heated. “Oi! Nnoitra, I’m going to go check out my new rooms, you coming?”

“Yeah, we gotta break them in sometime.”

“Idiot, don’t be perverted.”

“I’ll show you where they are.” Rukia offered, sending me a smug grin. “I know how good your sense of direction is.”

I scowled at her and opened my mouth but Ichigo cut me off. “Thanks Rukia.”

“It’s this way. They’re not just rooms, either, lieutenants get an entire house to themselves. A small house, but still a house. It has one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen and a tea room.” She glanced over at Nnoitra. “Third seats get the same thing, but a lot smaller.” She grinned evilly at me and I flipped her off.

“So we’ll spend most of our time at my place.” Ichigo said, sending Rukia a look of warning. I smirked at Rukia and looped an arm over my Ichi’s shoulder.

“Yeah. How could I sleep without my Ichigo?”

“Nnoitra.” Ichigo growled dangerously at what I was implicating. I gave his shoulder a little squeeze in understanding and said no more.

“Umm…Ichigo?” Rukia said cautiously as we walked through the streets.

“What?”

“You aren’t really…. With that thing, are you?”

“Yes.” I felt a hint of anger radiating from him and it made me grin broadly. “And he’s not a thing. He’s a Shinigami.”

“But-

“Rukia! This is my decision.” He said sternly, his brown eyes blazing. “I understand you’re concerned, but there’s no need to be.”

She nodded, biting her lower lip. “All right. I’ll trust you on this. But know that you can come to me or Renji if //he//,” she shot me a look, “does anything to hurt you.”

“Tch. It’s none of your fucking business.” I said with a growl.

“You-

“Rukia, wait.” Ichigo raised a hand to stop her words. “What we do together is our business. Although it didn’t need to be said so rudely.” He gave me a look that promised retribution. Heh, I looked forward to it.

She said no more and soon we were at his house. It was small, but much better than the damn room we had been staying in. It was also relatively isolated with trees and strong barrier spells. Ichigo raised an eyebrow at Rukia and she blushed.

“Uh…we thought that since your reiatsu was so high, it might be good to add some extra containment in case it spikes.”

“Thanks.” He gave her a slight smile that made me frown. He should be smiling at me, not that bitch.

“Well…I’ll leave you to check it out.” She turned scarlet and wouldn’t look at me as I sniggered.

“Yeah Ichi, let’s go check it out.” I grabbed his ass and gave it a little squeeze, making him jump and glare at me.

We started up the steps to the house and opened the door. It was plain. Tan colors everywhere on the walls with dark wood accents. It had only the basic furniture, with no decorations to speak of. The kitchen had a few appliances and dishes, but only enough to get by with. I guess they were going to leave it up to Ichigo (and I) to put his (our) own personal touch to it.

The bedroom had a large bed with a fluffy white comforter and a bedside table. There was a desk, an armoire, and a closet. Bare needs. I plopped down onto the bed and wiggled, gauging its comfortableness. Definitely better than the academy’s beds.

Ichigo flopped onto it beside me with a little grin. “Ugh! Finally. I was thinking that I would be stuck in the academy forever.”

“Hah! Like that would happen.” I leaned over and gave him a short kiss. “Who would I make out with and fight if you were there?”

“Dunno. You could probably fight Kenpachi, but I think you’re going to end up doing that anyways.”

“Duh. I owe him for this.” I gestured at my chest where you could just barely see my scar where the kimono didn’t cover it.

“I kind of like it.” He brushed his lips over the raised skin and rolled it in between his teeth. “I think it suits you.” He parted my kimono and moved his head down a little further. “It’s sexy.”

“I’m glad you think so.” My cock had jumped immediately to attention at his close proximity and I know he noticed it.

He looked up to me with a mischievous smile, his hand sliding down to brush against my clothed erection. My eyes narrowed at him, grabbing his wrist and holding his hand there to make sure he wouldn’t get away. “Ya feel that, Ichi?” His eyes flicked up to mine and he rubbed his thumb over me through my hakama. “That’s what ya do to me.” I let go of his hand and undid my hakama, pushing it down and exposing my erection. We hadn’t gone this far before, and even before we got into a relationship we had only caught glimpses of each other’s bodies while changing.

He stared down at me, not doing anything for a second while chewing on his lower lip nervously. He moved his hand up and warily brushed his fingers over the head of my erection. “You’re bigger than me.” He mumbled.

I snorted and wrapped my hand around his, moving it so it was slowly sliding up and down. He watched curiously as I pumped our hands, so much better than when I did it myself. His fingers were shorter and softer than my own, unsure as he slowly took over the action himself. I took my hand away as he got used to doing it himself, grabbed his hakama, and untied it quickly. His hand jerked over my penis as I touched him for the first time. He was smaller than me, but not tiny. I gave him a slight push on the shoulder so he lay flat on the bed and climbed onto him, rubbing our erections together. He shuddered and reached a hand up, gripping my shoulder tightly. I wrapped my long fingers around both of our erections, groaning at the sensation.

“Ungh…Nnoitra!” He cried my name as his hips jerked up.

“Hah, you like that Ichi?” I asked smugly, kissing his neck, then sinking my teeth into it. His body spasmed and he groaned. “Bet you’ve never even done this before.”

He didn’t answer, just pressed up against me and whined needily. I jerked my hand faster around us and soothed the wound I made on his neck with my tongue. “I can’t…I can’t…” He cried brokenly, arching his back in attempt to get closer to me. “Nnoitra, why won’t it come?”

“You’re so demanding.” I pumped both of us faster. “Do you want to come?” My breathing was a little harsher now as I neared my own orgasm.

“Yes…” He hissed and grabbed my hair, pulling me to his mouth for a kiss. I eagerly returned it, grinning in satisfaction as he came, screaming my name. I quickly followed him, our come mixing together on his stomach.

I rolled off him and onto my side, tracing my fingers through the mess. He grabbed my hand curiously and brought the fingers to his mouth. My spent cock gave a twitch as he took them into his mouth, wrinkling his nose at the taste but sucking them clean. “It’s bitter.” He complained.

I snorted and cleaned us both up with his kimono, tossing it aside. “What did you expect it to taste like? Vanilla frosting?”

“It would have been nice.” He stretched his body lazily and looked over at me. “I’m hungry.”

“Hah! So high maintenance.” I rolled out of bed and walked over to the closet, grabbing him another kimono. “Here. We’ll go out to eat for now, but we really need to get some groceries.”

“Mm, yeah.” He slipped the kimono on and straightened the wrinkles out of his hakama. “Are you planning on even looking at where you’re supposed to be staying?”

“I’ll get my clothes they put there, but other than that there’s no point. We both know I’m just going to stay here.”

“Yeah…”

And that was it. I think we had both assumed we would be staying together even after we got our own quarters. We had managed to not kill each other staying in such a small dorm room together, so living in a bigger house together shouldn’t be a problem. Besides, I could keep an eye on him better this way.

That’s all.

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Heh, so Nnoitra is still a little in denial over what he is feeling for Ichigo.

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