Resurrection

Ugh! The beginning of this chapter was really awkward to write for some reason, I started out with something else in mind, then it turned into this.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, oral sex, fingering.

Resurrection: Chapter 14

Ichigo’s POV

Nnoitra told me of his desire to gain bankai so he could defeat Kenpachi and become a captain, so I decided to bring Nnoitra up to that large dug-out place Yoruichi had taken me to get my own bankai. Although we didn’t have a handy tool like she did, Nnoitra’s zanpakuto- Santa Teresa- had appeared before him a few times before, signifying his closeness towards achieving bankai. I watched from a reasonably safe distance as a large mantis-like creature and the hollow version of Nnoitra fought.

I had mixed feelings about seeing his inner hollow, although I had no problem with Nnoitra being a vizard. I felt its weighted stare on me a few times and it made me shiver. It was so…hungry. In more way than one. I was just happy that the hollow was too busy fighting Nnoitra for us to interact.

Watching Nnoitra fight always made me horny. The way his body tensed and his muscles gleamed with perspiration. As thought sensing my gaze, Nnoitra glanced over me, grinning broadly as his sword clashed with the large pincers of the Mantis. I snorted and rolled my eyes, then stiffened as the inner hollow appeared beside me.

He looked exactly like Nnoitra except all white. He had the typical black eyes with the yellow irises that were currently narrowed at me menacingly. He was just a foot away from me, towering above my seated form. I scooted away quickly, scrambling to my feet and reaching for Zangetsu.

“Nu-uh.” He grabbed a hold of my wrist before I could grab a hold of it. “I just want ta talk.” I shivered, the hairs of my arms rising from the cold fingers touching me. His voice sounded like he was talking underwater, much like my own hollow.

“What do you want to talk about, hollow?” I asked, trying to jerk away.

He snatched my other wrist and jerked me so I was close to him. I scowled at him and lifted my knee to hit him in the crotch when I was thrown onto the ground, knocking the breath out of me. His strong hands gripped my arm, bending it painfully in the wrong direction. I cried out in pain, any movement I made to get free only intensifying it. His other hand came up and stroked the side of my face, his thumb brushing against my lips while he smirked down at me.

“I saw ya first, you know.” He said smugly, “In Hueco Mundo. Why should he get to have you?” The hollow’s eyes narrowed dangerously and my eyes widened in fear as his mouth covered mine. It wasn’t like Nnoitra’s kisses, which always spurred me into responding, but rather ate at my mouth painfully.

Nnoitra’s POV

I knew immediately when my inner hollow had left the battle and went to Ichigo. Unfortunately, Santa Teresa blocked me from going to him. Narrowing my eyes, I swung my sword hard at him to try and get past my sword’s physical manifestation, but was quickly thrown back.

“What the fuck?” I growled at the insect. “What’s he doing to my Ichi?”

“Claiming him.” Came the clicking voice beneath the jagged maw. “Nothing to concern yourself with.”

“The fuck it ain’t!” I growled, then blinked as I saw my inner hollow forcing Ichigo to the ground. “Bastard!”

I tried to sonido around him, but was once more blocked. I ducked the swing of his front pincer and thrust my sword up at him, bracing my weight on my left leg and swinging it down at him. Jumping up and twisting midair, I caught my Zanpakuto in the head with a powerful kick, sending it stumbling backwards. While it was distracted by the blow, I flash stepped to Ichigo, who was now trying to stab my inner hollow.

The white version of myself turned around just in time to grab my blade, the sound of metal squealing through the air as it slid along the palm of his hand. While the thing was turned to me, Ichigo kicked at him with both feet and flipped onto his feet. He scampered back out of our way as I blocked an attack from my inner hollow.

“Yur so weak!” It yelled, it’s mouth twisted in a mocking grin. “Ya can’t even get yur mate to have sex with ya!”

I narrowed my eyes and brought my sword down in a long slice, forcing the hollow to dodge backwards. I could see Ichigo out of the corner of my eye rubbing his lips as though they hurt. My inner hollow smirked and cocked his hip jauntily, resting his sword on his shoulder. “He’s a delicious little treat, isn’t he?”

“Tch. Duh.” I sneered. As if I would choose anyone unattractive. Santa Teresa was now watching both of us in our fight now, ever silent.

“Heh, I guess ya could’ve picked worse.” My hollow was now openly leering at Ichigo who was scowling and looking confused.

“I picked the best.” I corrected, turning to eye Ichigo myself.

“Hah! Of course, better than some weakling idiot.”

I nodded in agreement as Ichigo frowned at the two of us. “Weren’t you guys fighting?”

“Huh? Oh, right.” I turned back to the hollow and grinned. “Anyways, Ichigo’s mine and I’m the king here, not you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

And we attacked again.

Ichigo continued to watch from a much farther distance than before, probably so the hollow couldn’t molest him again.

“Fucking hollow!” I growled at him in aggravation and tried to cut him again.

“Don’t call me hollow, it sounds degrading.” My inner hollow frowned at me in irritation.

“It’s what ya are, dumb shit!” This time I was the one blocking his attack.

“Call me Zaiaku.”

“The fuck I am.” I leaped into the air, my zanpakuto whistling as I brought it down.

“Zaiaku.” Santa Teresa’s clicking speech came again. “That’s enough for today.”

“Tch, later.” The bastard had the audacity to wave at Ichigo before both of them dissolved away.

“Prick.” I huffed, my grimace instantly lifting into a smile when Ichigo walked over. He smiled up at me a little apprehensively, making me roll my eyes and jerk him to my body.

“Hi.” He smiled up at me, standing up on the tips of his toes.

“Hi.” I leaned down to kiss him, ignoring my minor wounds to taste his…blood? I pulled away and looked at him a little more closely, taking note of his bruised lips. Did that bastard Zaiaku kiss Ichigo when I wasn’t looking?

My orange-haired Shinigami seemed to sense what I was thinking because he started tugging my clothes off. “Let’s take a dip in the hot springs.” He purred, making me instantly rock hard. His fingers traced one of my deeper cuts and he pressed a kiss to my sternum. “The water can heal, you know.”

“Really.” That was kind of cool, but I was more interested in the body Ichigo was slowly revealing to me as he stripped down. I followed dutifully as his naked form sauntered over to the hot springs, his ass flexing enticingly as he walked. My cock was already leaking pre come as the desire to be buried between those two cheeks overcame me.

He stepped into the hot spring slowly and glanced at me over his shoulder, smirking a little at my nude and erect form. “What’re you waiting for? Pussy.”

Fucking tease. I was over there in three strides, not even caring about the overly hot water as I sat down and pulled his body into my arms. I touched his erection, pumping it while his fingers also found my own. He mouthed my collarbone, moaning into my skin as my fingers moved back a little to search for his entrance. I found his puckered hole and shoved two fingers in, grinning at the yelp it produced. However, the water must have done its work because soon he relaxed and allowed me to coax his rectum open.

“Shit shit shit.” He hissed, digging his nails into my arms. “Ha…ha…” He panted and winced as I slipped a third in. After a few seconds it must have stopped hurting again because his grip around my fingers loosened minutely.

“Hey, Ichi?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I? I mean…this would probably be the best place to do it, since it would heal ya.”

He pulled away from my chest, biting his lip. “I…I want to.” My mouth lifted in glee and I started to move him, but he stopped me. “But, I don’t want my first time to be…” He glanced around the large cavern and I understood. I really, really wanted to just slip inside of him, but I could wait a little while longer. A little.

“Here.” He pulled away and patted the edge of the spring. “Sit up.” I did so, my curiosity peaked. Besides, it felt a little good to be out of the hot water despite it healing my wounds. “Thought I would return the favor.” That was all the warning I got before his mouth was on me.

“Holy fucking shit!” This was the best fucking thing that I had ever felt. Ichigo’s bright orange hair sticking slightly to his face, his eyes looking up at me for assurance and his cheeks hollowed slightly from the sucking. Oh fuck, the sucking. It was too good, I wouldn’t last. I wanted to grab at his head and push him down farther, but I controlled myself. I wouldn’t be undone by this-

His free hand cupped my balls while he simultaneously hummed. My hands were in his hair instantly, forcing his mouth down and shuddering as I came. He pulled away, blanching at the taste but not spitting it out. He looked positively debauched with cum splattered on his face and dripping from his mouth slightly. I wanted to go with him all over again.

I quickly yanked him out of the water and into my lap, spreading his legs apart and pushing my fingers yet again into his entrance while pumping his erection. He cried out, his arm bending back to clutch at my hair and move his mouth over my jaw while he made little mewing noises.

“O-oh!” He always seemed so surprised by the pleasure, it was cute. It was a little harder to work my fingers in his passage now without anything to help ease the way, but I didn’t pull them away. With just the right amount of pain, I could make his orgasm just that much more intense. “Nnoitra!” Fuck, the way he screamed my name made me feel like I was the king of him, that he was mine, mine, mine.

As he passed out- fuck yeah, I’m that good- I held him to me with my hand holding his chest so he wouldn’t slump forward. He gave a little involuntary twitch as I pulled my fingers out and moved both of us back into the water. Hmm…nice and relaxing.

That stupid hollow, or rather Zaiaku- as I thought of him mockingly- better keep his hands off what isn’t his. Even if he is me, er, an evil me? No, I’m pretty evil as I am…whatever! It doesn’t matter if he’s me or just an aspect of me, Ichigo is mine and not his.

LINE

We’re going to see more of Nnoitra’s inner hollow, so I decided to give him a name- Zaiaku- which means sin. There were a couple different translations for ‘sin’ but I chose the ‘Zai’ and ‘Aku’ combination because Zai means ‘drug’ and Aku means ‘to become empty’ (also known as hollow) or ‘evil, wickedness.’

Zai could also mean fortune or riches, but I didn’t think that suited the Aku translation- Fortunate emptiness? Nah…

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