Resurrection

Er, warning for using Kenpachi to fuel Nnoitra’s anger. Incoherent Ichigo-speak. Yaoi-ness.

Beta’d by God’s Broken Dreamer.

Resurrection: Chapter 13

Ichigo’s POV

I watched as Nnoitra raised his sword again, bracing most of his weight onto his right foot and swinging his zanpakuto at Kenpachi’s midsection. Kenpachi brought his sword down to catch the blow, but a faint spray of blood erupted from his side anyways. He only grinned and slashed back, catching Nnoitra in the cheek.

With a heavy sigh I leaned back. This happened all the time. I just had to wait for it to be over with and then drag Nnoitra back to our house where I would patch him up and soothe his pride.

I stood up when Nnoitra fell on one knee, panting for breath, with his sword a few feet from him. Kenpachi laughed manically and sheathed his sword. “Thanks for the fight!” With that he turned, smirking at me and stepping forward cockily. “I still got a little more in me if you want to have a go.” The way he eyed my body made it obvious that he wasn’t just talking about a fight.

I rolled my eyes and stepped around him towards Nnoitra, who was looking a little pissed. “I think I’m going to have to pass.” I growled and ignored the way he laughed.

He left with Yachiru in tow while I frowned at Nnoitra. I knew better than to offer to help him stand. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “He wants ya.” He hissed angrily.

“But I don’t want him.” I said simply.

“Good, cuz he can’t have ya.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his possessiveness and instead took a step back as he staggered to his feet. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and a few droplets of blood hit me as he kissed me, biting at my lips until it crossed the threshold for pleasure and pain. He finally pulled away and bent over to pick up his sword, quickly sheathing it. “Let’s go already.”

Nnoitra’s POV

There’s something that I’m not telling Ichi, not yet anyways. I was a little worried at first of how he might take it. Of course he might’ve had to deal with the same thing, but… There’s this thing that keeps showing up, inside my mind, whenever I fight enough to become unconscious.

A hollow.

It looks like me, except white all over. Even the hair. I haven’t told Ichi yet because I was…concerned that he would think I’m turning back into an arrancar. I knew that he was a Vizard so he might understand, but I didn’t really want to take that chance. But I also knew I had to.

So how to explain? From what he told me of his experience gaining control of his hollow, I did not have that problem. I was a hollow before and have still retained all of my memories, so I don’t see it as a separate entity. It’s just like an extension of my sword. I tried bringing my mask out a few times to make sure I would still be in control and found I was.

My hollow mask is white except for a few black markings along the rim. On either side of my temple are curving horns that resemble my own when I was in my release form. I could only hold it for a couple of minutes when I wasn’t fighting- I haven’t tried it when fighting yet because I was afraid with how it would be received.

I slumped onto the bed as Ichigo went to go get something to clean my wounds with. He was probably going to get all pissy that I was bleeding on the bed sheets, but who cares. I’d just jerk him off until all he could spout is gibberish and then tell him about my hollow. Besides, I needed to remind him who he belonged to after what Kenpachi had said today.

“Hey Nnoitra-

I grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked him onto the bed before he could finish. I rolled over on top of him and claimed his mouth passionately. He made a little surprised yelp into the kiss, which came out more like a muffled moan. His hands pushed at my shoulders a little bit but I didn’t budge.

“Mmph!!!”

I grinned at the noises he made and pulled away. While he gasped for breath I pushed his hakama down and palmed his half-hard erection.

“N-Nnoitra!” He grabbed at my hands. “Your wounds-

I moved my mouth down and bit down on his bare hip. He cried out and arched his back. “I’m not so weak that I can’t do this with ya.” I snarled and tugged on him a little harder than I intended, making him jerk and claw at my hands.

I’d never sucked Ichigo off before, but I thought it would be a perfect way to distract him. Besides, I loved the way he looked when he came. So fucking beautiful.

The look on his face when I dipped my head down and took the tip of him into my mouth was priceless. “Ungh!” The feeling of his cock in my mouth was strange, but not entirely unwelcome. I sucked on him experimentally and felt very smug when he screamed and thrust his hips up. I grabbed him quickly so he wouldn’t choke me and took a little bit more of him.

His entire body was quivering now, and he was almost sobbing with pleasure. “Nn-nnoi…” He couldn’t even manage to get out all of my name. Damn I’m good.

I slid one of my fingers in my mouth with his cock and got it nice and wet before pulling it out again. Just when he was almost at his peak I nudged his tight entrance and pushed the finger in. He cried out and his entire body spasmed. I pulled back just in time as he released a spurt of sticky fluid onto his stomach.

I pulled my finger out of his twitching entrance and wiped his stomach with the cloth he brought to clean my wounds with. “Ichigo?”

“Wobble gurble.”

I smirked at his incoherent response and kissed his forehead. “I have to tell you something.”

“Murphle?”

“You know how you’re a vizard…”

“Un…” His eyes were still a little glazed but I could tell he understood what I was saying.

“You wouldn’t mind…if I was one, would you?”

“Nungh.” I took that as a no.

“Cuz I am one.”

Any haze covering Ichigo’s mind must have cleared because he blinked, then frowned. I tightened my hold on him as though afraid he would escape. He broke out into one of his rarely seen smiles then and my heart clenched a little. “S’kinda cool.” He mumbled, his mouth moving over my collarbone. “S’it cuz you were an arrancar?” His speech was a little disjointed, but I could tell he was no longer as fuzzy-minded.

“Maybe.” I was still hard from our previous actions and my blood was getting all over Ichigo. “Let’s take a bath.”

He squeaked and grabbed at me as I stood up with him in my arms. I set him down again once we were in the bathroom and started filling the tub with water while we got undressed. Ichigo leaned over the tub- giving me a great view of his tight ass- and poured some Jasmine bath oil into it. I snorted and rolled my eyes at the ‘girly’ gesture and was promptly kicked in the shin for my troubles.

I got in first and arranged my limbs so he could sit across from me. It was a bit of a tight fit with my long legs pulled up and his resting next to my hips. The look of concentration on his face while he gently cleaned my wounds was fucking sexy. It didn’t help my erection any when he shifted to straddle my lap so he could get at one of my cuts easier. He jolted a little when he came into contact with it, blushing a little but not moving away.

“Did ya like it when I did that to ya earlier?” I asked with a large grin as I groped his behind, dipping my fingers in between his crack. He grabbed my shoulder and dug his nails into my skin harshly.

“Shit…” He hissed. “It was kind of uncomfortable, but when you were…” He trailed off and his flush got a little darker.

“When I sucked you off?” I questioned with a smirk. He nodded and bent his head down to suck at my neck. I gripped his ass tightly and rocked my hips so our erections rubbed together. He squirmed and mumbled into my flesh while I lightly brushed my fingers against his puckered hole. His body trembled against mine erotically while we both neared the edge. I pressed my finger into him again, making him shriek and bite his lower lip until blood welled.

I yanked his head up and kissed him, sucking on the bloody lip and enjoying the metallic taste. He hissed and kissed back timidly, obviously distracted by my finger wiggling around inside of him. We came together this time, our semen dirtying our bath water. He panted, wincing slightly as I removed my finger. I grinned widely and reached around him to unplug the water, reaching for the showerhead to rinse off.

When we were clean once more I grabbed the towels and wrapped one around my waist before wrapping his entire body in one and lifting him up again. “You know, I can walk after an orgasm.” He commented, not bothering to struggle.

“Hah! Remember that one time?” I said gleefully. He glared and hit me hard in the chest with his fist.

“That was one time! And anyways, I had hurt my ankle earlier when we were fighting.”

“Sure.” I dropped him onto the bed and flopped next to him. “Is that why your knees were trembling and you couldn’t keep your eyes open?”

“Bastard!” He hit me again, this time catching me in the chin. I growled and caught his hands, flipping him so he was on his side with his hands pinned against his chest and my arms around him. He inhaled sharply as I nuzzled his wet hair. “I’m just saying…I’m not some woman.”

“Obviously.” I muttered and relaxed my hold on him a little, but still not letting go. “I wouldn’t like ya if you were a pansy-ass bitch.”

He laughed and turned in my arms so we were facing each other. “You called me that once.”

“No I didn’t.” I denied, grinning slightly.

“Yes you did! You said Shinigami were ‘pansy-ass bitches.’”

“Hah! Yeah, but you’re a vizard.” I grinned, throwing his own excuse from so long ago back at him.

“Shut up.” He bit down onto my pectoral muscle as punishment. “You’re such a jerk.”

“Ya love me anyways.” I stated smugly.

“You wish.”

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Oh yeah he wishes, but Ichigo ya know you do! What do you guys think? I’m trying not to rush the sex, but Nnoitra will probably start getting irritable soon if he doesn’t bone Ichi. >:D

I figured that it would make sense that Nnoitra was a vizard…next chapter is going to be about Nnoitra trying to achieve bankai.