Immortal Coil
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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68
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Chapter 5
Usmorgan: Ah, Renji… He’s an idiot, but we still love him.
MasterAkira: On one hand I feel bad for Renji, but on the other he needs to get himself straightened out a bit.
Bluesake: He will, in time.
VioletEyes: I love Renji’s temper, but yeah, he does need to get it under control.
Yakumo: A couple of people have mentioned that… I love Kensei too, but I tried really hard to make this a RenjixIchigo without straying.
Shadowoflight: NOBODY can beat Ken-chan!!!!
Kai: Kensei if one of my faves as well =D
Beta’d by WarriorNun who has my thanks =)
Immortal Coil: Chapter 5
Ichigo sighed in exasperation as he tried to find Renji’s reiatsu. It had been a little while since he had been outside and he was enjoying it, but his first priority was dealing with Renji.
“Fucking red haired monkey bastard…” Ichigo mumbled to himself as he strolled down the street and frowned as he felt a flare of reiatsu that wasn’t Renji. It was familiar though, but he couldn’t quite place where he had felt if before.
“Little strawberries like y’r self shouldn’t be out all by th’mselves.”
Ichigo spun on his heal and stared at the silver haired shinigami that he had first met when trying to get into Seireitei.
“Fox-face.” He growled and reached for his sword.
“Now, don’t be like that.” Gin said and grinned at Ichigo who didn’t look in the least bit placated. “I just w’nt to talk to you.”
“I have no interest in talking to you!”
Gin sighed. “I knew it would be like this.” Ichigo charged forward but he was young and inexperienced against an ex-captain like Gin. Gin side stepped the attack and hit the back of Ichigo’s neck hard and he slumped to the ground.
He cocked his head to the side as he felt the other vizards’ reiatsu coming at him with surprising speed. With one last grin he scooped Ichigo up and stepped into the portal, instantly teleporting to the throne room where Aizen awaited his prize.
…
“How the fuck could this have happened!?” Renji screamed, slamming his fists on the table and practically tearing his hair out in worry and anxiety.
“Calm down, Renji!” Shinji snapped. “We can’t rush into anything!”
“They. Have. Ichigo.” Renji said through gritted teeth. “They might kill him, torture him, experiment on him!”
“I know.” Shinji said and dragged his hand through his hair. “But if we don’t think things through, then we could be walking into a trap and we’ll all get killed.”
Renji buried his face in his hands and for a moment Shinji thought he was crying, but then he realized that Renji was trying to get a hold of his anger and not lose control. After a few moments he looked up again, slightly calmer. “We have to save him.”
“I know.”
…
The espada stared at the orange haired teenager that was still unconscious and curled up on the large chair Gin put him in.
“So that’s a vizard?” Grimmjow asked and poked Ichigo’s sleeping face that wrinkled his nose and turned away from the offending appendage. “Aren’t vizards supposed to have masks? You know, like their name?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Grimmjow.” Ulquiorra said coldly. “Just because he doesn’t have it on now, doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one.”
“Shut up.” Grimmjow growled and once again turned his attention to Ichigo who looked far too young and innocent to be something like a vizard. “Are you sure he’s a vizard?”
“He’s a vizard.” Aizen said without a hint of exasperation. Grimmjow just grunted response, still not looking away from Ichigo.
“Does the kitty have a crush?” Gin asked mockingly and snickered at the glare Grimmjow sent at him. “Bett’r enjoy the quiet while you can because he’s gonna be noisy when he wakes up.”
“Nnoitra, you are going to be the one watching Kurosaki. Take him to your rooms before he wakes up and causes a scene.”
Grimmjow and Nnoitra frowned.
“Why do I have to watch the vizard?” Nnoitra complained and frowned at the young man.
“Why can’t I watch him?” Grimmjow growled. “I can take better care of him then that bastard.”
“What did you say, weakling?”
“Nnoitra will watch him.” Aizen said and let just the barest amount of his reiatsu out and they stopped bickering instantly. “I’m counting on you.”
Nnoitra growled under his breath but didn’t dare say anything more against the subject. “Yes, Aizen-sama.”
“Good, then do it.”
Nnoitra stood and then stooped low to pick up the vizard that stirred but still didn’t regain consciousness. Nnoitra tried not to look at him as he went to his rooms, but he couldn’t help glancing down at the face which was angular and slightly feminine. Even though he was sleeping, he had a furrow in his brow that betrayed some anxiety and his mouth was mostly relaxed but tense at the corners.
He abruptly looked away and dropped Ichigo into the couch in his room. The vizard began to stir and Nnoitra moved away and plopped in the arm chair, trying to make it look like he hadn’t been staring at him.
Orange eye lashes fluttered as Ichigo opened his brown eyes. He blinked slowly as he tried to place where he was at, and at first he thought he was at a hospital because of all the white.
“It’s about time you woke up, vizard.” Ichigo sat up and looked at who has spoken.
Arrancar.
Ichigo tensed and his hand went for his sword, but it wasn’t there.
“Gin took the liberty of storing your sword for safe keeping.”
“What?” Ichigo felt slightly shaky at being parted from his beloved zanpakuto. Zangetsu was always with him, how could they be apart?
“Nnoitra-sama.”
Nnoitra didn’t even bother to turn and look at his Fraccion who entered the room and was staring at Ichigo with interest.
“Clothes for the vizard.”
“My name is Ichigo Kurosaki.” Ichigo snarled and glared disdainfully at the white clothes folded in Tesla’s arms.
“Tch, you’re my pet and nothing more until Aizen-sama says otherwise.” Nnoitra leaned back in the chair and propped his hands behind his head as he smirked at Ichigo. “Tesla if he doesn’t get changed you have my permission to force him into them.”
“Yes, Nnoitra-sama.”
Ichigo narrowed his eyes and mentally calculated the possibility of the two being stronger then him without his sword. With a contemptuous snort he held his hand out for the clothes and Tesla stepped forward to hand him the clothes carefully as though they were something fragile. He continued to gaze at Ichigo with a shine in his eyes that made Ichigo slightly disturbed and Nnoitra confused. Nnoitra wasn’t going to ask him about it though; he didn’t care about his Fraccion enough even though he was curious.
“What are you waiting for then?”
“Tch, what are you guys going to watch?”
“Do you have a problem with that, pet?”
Unlike Ulquiorra, Nnoitra intended to get the full worth out of his pet despite the vizard being male. Already he was more interesting then the females running around Hueco Mundo, and there was always the possibility that Nnoitra could use his power.
Ichigo scowled and turned his back on the two arrancar before undoing his shirt and letting it slip off. He remembered how he had hastily thrown it on to chase after Renji and wondered if anyone was even missing him yet.
Nnoitra wasn’t checking the vizard out. He didn’t find him attractive. He was a male after all. Nnoitra wasn’t gay. But just because Nnoitra wasn’t attracted to him, didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the view. Just because Nnoitra was staring at his ass and wondering if it was tight as it looked didn’t mean that he was even remotely interested in the vizard sexually.
Ichigo was slightly anxious about undressing in front of the other two even though they were all men, but he couldn’t figure out why that was. Maybe because he felt too exposed without his zanpakuto and a means to defend himself. Or maybe because he could feel eyes on him and it made him feel uncomfortable although he tried not to let it show. If he showed that it affected him then Nnoitra and the other arrancars might use it against him.
Therefore Ichigo didn’t hesitate undid his hakama and let them fall before he stepped out of them and reaching for his clothes.
Nnoitra stiffened at the show Ichigo had unknowingly given him and abruptly stood. Tesla was too busy watching Ichigo unashamedly to notice Nnoitra’s state, thankfully.
“Make sure he’s dressed by the time I get back.” Nnoitra drawled as casually as he could and exited as quickly as he could. There had to be something about the vizard that was attracting him, that’s all. He obviously wasn’t the only arrancar affected. Therefore it wasn’t Nnoitra’s fault, it was an honest reaction.
His hard on pressed insistently at the seam of his pants making it very uncomfortable for Nnoitra.
“That little shit.” Nnoitra hissed. Kurosaki was going to pay for making Nnoitra react like this. The fucking vizard deserved whatever was coming to him. As long as he didn’t kill his pet, he doubted that Aizen would care what he did to him. The thought of what he wanted to do made his groin throb and he quickly found an empty room that nobody would be using anytime soon.
Nobody made Nnoitra want them and didn’t regret it. Nobody.
LINE
Yeah, that’s one of my favorite Bleach pairings sneaking in…NnoitraxIchigo. To some people it’s angst-filled and disturbing, but if it’s written right then their personalities can really compliment each other. But this is a RenjixIchigo!
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MasterAkira: On one hand I feel bad for Renji, but on the other he needs to get himself straightened out a bit.
Bluesake: He will, in time.
VioletEyes: I love Renji’s temper, but yeah, he does need to get it under control.
Yakumo: A couple of people have mentioned that… I love Kensei too, but I tried really hard to make this a RenjixIchigo without straying.
Shadowoflight: NOBODY can beat Ken-chan!!!!
Kai: Kensei if one of my faves as well =D
Beta’d by WarriorNun who has my thanks =)
Immortal Coil: Chapter 5
Ichigo sighed in exasperation as he tried to find Renji’s reiatsu. It had been a little while since he had been outside and he was enjoying it, but his first priority was dealing with Renji.
“Fucking red haired monkey bastard…” Ichigo mumbled to himself as he strolled down the street and frowned as he felt a flare of reiatsu that wasn’t Renji. It was familiar though, but he couldn’t quite place where he had felt if before.
“Little strawberries like y’r self shouldn’t be out all by th’mselves.”
Ichigo spun on his heal and stared at the silver haired shinigami that he had first met when trying to get into Seireitei.
“Fox-face.” He growled and reached for his sword.
“Now, don’t be like that.” Gin said and grinned at Ichigo who didn’t look in the least bit placated. “I just w’nt to talk to you.”
“I have no interest in talking to you!”
Gin sighed. “I knew it would be like this.” Ichigo charged forward but he was young and inexperienced against an ex-captain like Gin. Gin side stepped the attack and hit the back of Ichigo’s neck hard and he slumped to the ground.
He cocked his head to the side as he felt the other vizards’ reiatsu coming at him with surprising speed. With one last grin he scooped Ichigo up and stepped into the portal, instantly teleporting to the throne room where Aizen awaited his prize.
…
“How the fuck could this have happened!?” Renji screamed, slamming his fists on the table and practically tearing his hair out in worry and anxiety.
“Calm down, Renji!” Shinji snapped. “We can’t rush into anything!”
“They. Have. Ichigo.” Renji said through gritted teeth. “They might kill him, torture him, experiment on him!”
“I know.” Shinji said and dragged his hand through his hair. “But if we don’t think things through, then we could be walking into a trap and we’ll all get killed.”
Renji buried his face in his hands and for a moment Shinji thought he was crying, but then he realized that Renji was trying to get a hold of his anger and not lose control. After a few moments he looked up again, slightly calmer. “We have to save him.”
“I know.”
…
The espada stared at the orange haired teenager that was still unconscious and curled up on the large chair Gin put him in.
“So that’s a vizard?” Grimmjow asked and poked Ichigo’s sleeping face that wrinkled his nose and turned away from the offending appendage. “Aren’t vizards supposed to have masks? You know, like their name?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Grimmjow.” Ulquiorra said coldly. “Just because he doesn’t have it on now, doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one.”
“Shut up.” Grimmjow growled and once again turned his attention to Ichigo who looked far too young and innocent to be something like a vizard. “Are you sure he’s a vizard?”
“He’s a vizard.” Aizen said without a hint of exasperation. Grimmjow just grunted response, still not looking away from Ichigo.
“Does the kitty have a crush?” Gin asked mockingly and snickered at the glare Grimmjow sent at him. “Bett’r enjoy the quiet while you can because he’s gonna be noisy when he wakes up.”
“Nnoitra, you are going to be the one watching Kurosaki. Take him to your rooms before he wakes up and causes a scene.”
Grimmjow and Nnoitra frowned.
“Why do I have to watch the vizard?” Nnoitra complained and frowned at the young man.
“Why can’t I watch him?” Grimmjow growled. “I can take better care of him then that bastard.”
“What did you say, weakling?”
“Nnoitra will watch him.” Aizen said and let just the barest amount of his reiatsu out and they stopped bickering instantly. “I’m counting on you.”
Nnoitra growled under his breath but didn’t dare say anything more against the subject. “Yes, Aizen-sama.”
“Good, then do it.”
Nnoitra stood and then stooped low to pick up the vizard that stirred but still didn’t regain consciousness. Nnoitra tried not to look at him as he went to his rooms, but he couldn’t help glancing down at the face which was angular and slightly feminine. Even though he was sleeping, he had a furrow in his brow that betrayed some anxiety and his mouth was mostly relaxed but tense at the corners.
He abruptly looked away and dropped Ichigo into the couch in his room. The vizard began to stir and Nnoitra moved away and plopped in the arm chair, trying to make it look like he hadn’t been staring at him.
Orange eye lashes fluttered as Ichigo opened his brown eyes. He blinked slowly as he tried to place where he was at, and at first he thought he was at a hospital because of all the white.
“It’s about time you woke up, vizard.” Ichigo sat up and looked at who has spoken.
Arrancar.
Ichigo tensed and his hand went for his sword, but it wasn’t there.
“Gin took the liberty of storing your sword for safe keeping.”
“What?” Ichigo felt slightly shaky at being parted from his beloved zanpakuto. Zangetsu was always with him, how could they be apart?
“Nnoitra-sama.”
Nnoitra didn’t even bother to turn and look at his Fraccion who entered the room and was staring at Ichigo with interest.
“Clothes for the vizard.”
“My name is Ichigo Kurosaki.” Ichigo snarled and glared disdainfully at the white clothes folded in Tesla’s arms.
“Tch, you’re my pet and nothing more until Aizen-sama says otherwise.” Nnoitra leaned back in the chair and propped his hands behind his head as he smirked at Ichigo. “Tesla if he doesn’t get changed you have my permission to force him into them.”
“Yes, Nnoitra-sama.”
Ichigo narrowed his eyes and mentally calculated the possibility of the two being stronger then him without his sword. With a contemptuous snort he held his hand out for the clothes and Tesla stepped forward to hand him the clothes carefully as though they were something fragile. He continued to gaze at Ichigo with a shine in his eyes that made Ichigo slightly disturbed and Nnoitra confused. Nnoitra wasn’t going to ask him about it though; he didn’t care about his Fraccion enough even though he was curious.
“What are you waiting for then?”
“Tch, what are you guys going to watch?”
“Do you have a problem with that, pet?”
Unlike Ulquiorra, Nnoitra intended to get the full worth out of his pet despite the vizard being male. Already he was more interesting then the females running around Hueco Mundo, and there was always the possibility that Nnoitra could use his power.
Ichigo scowled and turned his back on the two arrancar before undoing his shirt and letting it slip off. He remembered how he had hastily thrown it on to chase after Renji and wondered if anyone was even missing him yet.
Nnoitra wasn’t checking the vizard out. He didn’t find him attractive. He was a male after all. Nnoitra wasn’t gay. But just because Nnoitra wasn’t attracted to him, didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the view. Just because Nnoitra was staring at his ass and wondering if it was tight as it looked didn’t mean that he was even remotely interested in the vizard sexually.
Ichigo was slightly anxious about undressing in front of the other two even though they were all men, but he couldn’t figure out why that was. Maybe because he felt too exposed without his zanpakuto and a means to defend himself. Or maybe because he could feel eyes on him and it made him feel uncomfortable although he tried not to let it show. If he showed that it affected him then Nnoitra and the other arrancars might use it against him.
Therefore Ichigo didn’t hesitate undid his hakama and let them fall before he stepped out of them and reaching for his clothes.
Nnoitra stiffened at the show Ichigo had unknowingly given him and abruptly stood. Tesla was too busy watching Ichigo unashamedly to notice Nnoitra’s state, thankfully.
“Make sure he’s dressed by the time I get back.” Nnoitra drawled as casually as he could and exited as quickly as he could. There had to be something about the vizard that was attracting him, that’s all. He obviously wasn’t the only arrancar affected. Therefore it wasn’t Nnoitra’s fault, it was an honest reaction.
His hard on pressed insistently at the seam of his pants making it very uncomfortable for Nnoitra.
“That little shit.” Nnoitra hissed. Kurosaki was going to pay for making Nnoitra react like this. The fucking vizard deserved whatever was coming to him. As long as he didn’t kill his pet, he doubted that Aizen would care what he did to him. The thought of what he wanted to do made his groin throb and he quickly found an empty room that nobody would be using anytime soon.
Nobody made Nnoitra want them and didn’t regret it. Nobody.
LINE
Yeah, that’s one of my favorite Bleach pairings sneaking in…NnoitraxIchigo. To some people it’s angst-filled and disturbing, but if it’s written right then their personalities can really compliment each other. But this is a RenjixIchigo!
Please review! For those who want to be on the email notification, please leave your email in a review.