Sugar Streak
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Adult
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Category:
Bleach › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,140
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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I was intending for this chapter to be a F/F chapter about Tatsuki and Chizuru, but I've had trouble writing that and ended up putting it off in favour of writing later planned chapters. So I've decided that I'll not wait. I'll post the F/F when I get round to writing it. Instead, here's Nnoitra and Tesla. I like that it ended up being chapter five, actually, because of Nnoitra's rank.
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Nnoitra watched blood trickle from the mouth of his subordinate with mild interest. Strangely striking, the way it found its path down pale skin and dripped to stain his worn-out clothes, he thought. The boy stared back at him, showing nothing on his face but the faint bruise forming at his jaw. He staggered forward, away from the wall he had just collided with, but still his eye contact remained absolute.
Nnoitra watched the boy’s body rise and fall as air was dragged in and out of his lungs. Maybe he should stop now, before he killed the poor kid. It’d serve him right, mind. He never once listened. Whatever happened to one’s subordinates bothering to be obedient? His usual leering grin faltered to glare before he closed the gap between them in two easy strides.
Tesla found himself pinned roughly, once again crashed against the cracking wall behind him, just high enough to force him onto his toes. His clothes were tattered, and Nnoitra took full advantage of the fact, tearing the now off-white material away from his torso and not bothering to hide his amusement as his fingers played over the day’s bruises. Such marks were so alluring on pale skin, and invoked such interesting reactions; uncomfortable winces and shuddering gasps.
He leant down, smirking, watching the boy’s eyes fall half-lidded with the not-so-unpleasant pain and yet remaining open, determined to stare back at him. So predictable this was. Always was, until the boy leant forward to press his lips against Nnoitra’s. The cheek of it. He frowned, somewhat dumbstruck, but Tesla continued with a tentative tenderness and persisting fervour that confessed so much.
Such daring. Determination, passion, desire. Hands slid around a slim waist, pulling the boy’s body to his.
Lust, fire, feeling. He kissed back, rough and hard and demanding.
A hold, capture, rapture. And he fell free.
Life.
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I absolutely adore this pairing, and I like the way I wrote this chapter. It was one that I started a long time ago, but when I finally finished it I was happy. I think it has the effect I was after. Anyway, any feedback is always appreciated.
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Nnoitra watched blood trickle from the mouth of his subordinate with mild interest. Strangely striking, the way it found its path down pale skin and dripped to stain his worn-out clothes, he thought. The boy stared back at him, showing nothing on his face but the faint bruise forming at his jaw. He staggered forward, away from the wall he had just collided with, but still his eye contact remained absolute.
Nnoitra watched the boy’s body rise and fall as air was dragged in and out of his lungs. Maybe he should stop now, before he killed the poor kid. It’d serve him right, mind. He never once listened. Whatever happened to one’s subordinates bothering to be obedient? His usual leering grin faltered to glare before he closed the gap between them in two easy strides.
Tesla found himself pinned roughly, once again crashed against the cracking wall behind him, just high enough to force him onto his toes. His clothes were tattered, and Nnoitra took full advantage of the fact, tearing the now off-white material away from his torso and not bothering to hide his amusement as his fingers played over the day’s bruises. Such marks were so alluring on pale skin, and invoked such interesting reactions; uncomfortable winces and shuddering gasps.
He leant down, smirking, watching the boy’s eyes fall half-lidded with the not-so-unpleasant pain and yet remaining open, determined to stare back at him. So predictable this was. Always was, until the boy leant forward to press his lips against Nnoitra’s. The cheek of it. He frowned, somewhat dumbstruck, but Tesla continued with a tentative tenderness and persisting fervour that confessed so much.
Such daring. Determination, passion, desire. Hands slid around a slim waist, pulling the boy’s body to his.
Lust, fire, feeling. He kissed back, rough and hard and demanding.
A hold, capture, rapture. And he fell free.
Life.
I absolutely adore this pairing, and I like the way I wrote this chapter. It was one that I started a long time ago, but when I finally finished it I was happy. I think it has the effect I was after. Anyway, any feedback is always appreciated.