Resurrection

Due to the suggestion of a reviewer, I will no longer be putting warnings before each chapter. They thought, and I happen to agree, that it gives too much away about each chapter. So just keep in mind that the warnings for the entire story can be applied to each chapter.

Resurrection: Chapter 18

Third Person POV

“So did anything happen while we were ‘on a break’? Other than defeating Kenpachi, I mean.” Ichigo tried not to let the bitterness he had over it creep into his tone, but it was there none the less. Luckily, Nnoitra ignored it.

“I achieved bankai.” Nnoitra said smugly.

“What!?” Ichigo yelled, sitting up abruptly on the bed and instantly regretting it when it jarred his lower back painfully. He whimpered and fell back, glaring at Nnoitra when he chuckled and leaned over to kiss him.

“Yur so cute.”

“It’s your fault, asshole!” Ichigo hissed and smacked him on the back of the head. “And what’s this about you getting bankai!?”

“It was kinda thanks ta ya.” Nnoitra said.

“Why? Because I make you so weak that when you broke up with me, you managed to do bankai!?” Ichigo screamed, standing up from the bed in anger.

“Oi!” Nnoitra snagged him around the waist and yanked him back, making Ichigo land with a loud oomph. “It was because I was depressed about us breaking up, ya idiot.”

“…That makes no sense.” Ichigo scowled and turned his head away from Nnoitra, who decided to take the opportunity to drag Ichigo into his lap and bite and suck at his neck. Ichigo cursed himself for his lack of will power as he let himself be distracted. “Nnoitra…”

“What is it?”

“Can I see your bankai?”

Nnoitra paused his ministrations and smirked. “I’d love to show ya my bankai.” He rolled his hips up into Ichigo, making the orange haired vizard blush and squirm.

“Pervert. I mean it.”

“So do I.” With that he pushed Ichigo’s hakama down- the only thing Ichigo was wearing at the moment- and grasped his cock. Ichigo lifted his hips at the contact, moaning blissfully as Nnoitra took his pants the rest of the way off and slipped two fingers into his entrance.

“Ha…ha…” Ichigo panted and bent his head back at an awkward angle to nip at Nnoitra’s ear. “You too.”

The tall vizard undid his hakama and pushed it down enough to bare his erection and lifted Ichigo up over him, shoving the lithe Shinigami down and roughly penetrating him. Ichigo tensed and yelped in pain, groaning as Nnoitra pushed himself all the way inside impatiently. “Bastard.” He hissed, trembling as he tried to get used to the intrusion. “We just did it a few hours ago.”

“Then ya should be loose enough. Didn’t expect ya to be so tight still.” Nnoitra shifted his hips upward, ignoring the sharp cry Ichigo gave. “Not that I’m complainin’.”

“Fuck, like you would.” Ichigo snarled, lifting his body up as Nnoitra grabbed his hips and grinded against him harshly. “Ah…fuck, be gentler.”

“Tch, ya like the pain.” Nnoitra said smugly and pushed Ichigo onto his stomach, holding the tempting hips up with his hands as he started to draw out and thrust back in sharply.

“Agh! No I… don’t…” Ichigo protested, certain that his lover had drawn blood yet again.

“Hah! Liar.” Nnoitra moved in and out of him hard and fast, grinning as Ichigo was tortured between the conflicting pain and pleasure. “Tell me the truth and I’ll go slower, if ya want me to.”

“I…I don’t…” Ichigo denied still, clenching his teeth against the burning sensation in his ass.

“Liar.” Nnoitra coiled his reiatsu in his body and started pistoning in and out of Ichigo, who would have been pushed into the wall if it wasn’t for Nnoitra’s grip. “Say it…”

“Ugh! Nnoitra, slow the fuck down!” The constant pressure against his prostate was delicious, but the pace was diabolical, pushing his pain threshold and he was starting to feel raw.

Ichigo’s POV

“Say it!”

“Fuck! I like it!”

He stopped, giving my ear a lick as I caught my breath and enjoyed the short break before he began to move again, much slower but still faster than I could get used to.

“Yur so tight.” He hissed into my ear.

“You’re just big.” I said, a tad bit sourly as he chuckled.

“Hah! Like you’ve seen anything to compare me to.” He rolled his hips, making me shudder in pleasure. “And ya never will.” He growled the last bit, emphasizing it with a sharp thrust that made me scream. “Sh…” He crooned to me. “We’re almost done.”

I panted; digging my nails into the sheets as he finally started jerking me off in time with his movement. “Nnoitra!” I clawed at his hand that was braced on the bed, keening as he entwined our fingers and kissed the tender spot behind my ear. The way he could be sweet and still so rough with his actions drove me crazy. But that didn’t matter when it felt so damn good.

“Ichigo…my Ichigo!” His possessive tone sent pleasurable shivers through me. “Come for me.” He demanded, and I did just that. He continued to move in and out of me violently, fucking me until he finally stilled and I felt his semen fill me. I gasped and he just breathed against me. “Love ya.” He mumbled and laid butterfly kisses on the back of my neck.

“Love you too.”

He eased out of me, remaining on top of me as I let out a little moan of pain. He turned both of us so we were on our side, my back against his chest. His arm rested around me comfortable, tracing patterns on my stomach. “Bankai, huh?” I asked with a snort.

“Tch, ya haven’t seen nothing yet.” He bit my neck. “Imagine how much harder I could fuck ya in my bankai form.” I cringed at the thought and he tilted my head, kissing my eyelid. What the hell? He laughed at my expression and nosed my hair. “My Ichi…no one else can do what I do ta ya.”

“Like you would let anybody.” I mumbled. “Seriously now, you are showing me your bankai today.”

“Course I am.” He said smugly. “And then I’m fucking you again in celebration.”

“Nnoitra…” I trailed off.

“What?”

“You got to let me get used to it.”

“I’ll give ya a couple of hours.” He said confidently, not understanding the problem. “Just ask Zangetsu to heal ya.”

“I’m not going to ask him to heal my ass!” I screeched indignantly.

“Hah! Well maybe you’ll heal naturally. Spirits do heal faster than humans.”

“Yeah…” I was uncertain though.

“Eh?” He pulled away from me and forced me to turn so I was facing him, provoking a painful twinge from my tailbone area. He was frowning heavily, his brow furrowed. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…” I smiled and kissed him. “I want it. But if you’re going to keep going at me like that we’re going to need healing potions on hand.”

“There’s the healing spring.”

“Yeah, but I’m not going there every time you fuck me raw.”

“So we’ll get some salve.” With one last forceful kiss that sent me reeling, he rolled out of bed and walked over to the closet. “If we stay in bed I’m not gonna be able to resist, so get yur ass up.” I snorted and gingerly put my feet on the ground, standing with a wince. Nnoitra was watching me with a smile that was way too smug.

“Shut up.” I grumbled and limped over to put some clothes on. He gave me a hard smack on the ass as I walked by and I kicked out at him, glaring as he dodged.

“Save it for sparring.” He said with a large grin. Rolling my eyes, I got dressed quickly and fastened my sword against my back.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Nnoitra’s POV

Ichigo is a good fuck. A really good fuck. If I’d known that fucking him would feel so damn good, I would’ve done it a long time ago. And it felt just that much better when I saw him limping to the closet with the cutest expression on his face. I wanted to take him again, but I could wait a little while to at least let him heal. I wonder if an hour is long enough…

Ichigo’s POV

Nnoitra’s bankai was…magnificent. The amount of power radiating from him nearly pushed me back it was so strong. Wind tugged at my Shihakusho and hair violently, yet caressing my skin softly.

He turned to me with that damned smirk and all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and let him fuck me into the ground. I raised my own sword and effortlessly slipped into bankai before dropping Zangetsu and stepping closer to him. He dropped his sword as well and crushed me to him, biting at me and yanking at my clothes. His hands gripped my ass and slipped in between, pressing. I inhaled sharply and shoved his clothes off as well, my hands trembling as he pressed hard against my prostate.

“The springs.” He muttered and lifted me up. I nodded and slipped my hand down to grab his hard on. He stumbled and sent me a glare. Grinning, I turned in his arms so my legs wrapped around his waist and kissed him, rocking my hips so our erections rubbed together.

He growled and shoved me to the ground, barely even pausing before he was pushing into me. I shrieked, shoving my hips back against his thrusts even as my body screamed at me in warning. In my peripheral I could see the healing spring just a few feet away, but neither of us wanted to stop long enough to make it there.

His reiatsu was intoxicating, seeming to penetrate me just as much as he did. It was intense, so much that I almost wanted to fight the sensation. Almost. It felt too good to stop it. The next few minutes were a blur and then we were both coming together, our reiatsu entwining.

Nnoitra gained his strength back first and managed to get both of us into the spring. The hot, soothing water instantly relaxed me. It only healed the surface wounds, but Nnoitra spread me open and moved his fingers in and out of me to get it inside of me. I don’t know how long we stayed there, not needing to talk as we just enjoyed each other’s presence.

So this is love.

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There is still a little way’s more to go, and there is going to be some time skips. Hope you enjoyed the lemons!