Resurrection

In this chapter we find out which divisions have requested Ichigo and Nnoitra. They are only a couple weeks into the third semester so they still have time to decide which one they’ll join.

WARNINGS!!! This chapter contains masturbation and yaoi thoughts. NO UNDERAGE READERS!!!

Resurrection: Chapter 9

Nnoitra’s POV

I woke up when I felt Ichigo left the room. Where was he going? A strange thought flitted through my mind that he was going to meet somebody and have sex. One of the idiotic females? One of the males? A weird feeling gripped my chest and I frowned. Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of my bed and slipped into my sandals. I waited until he was far enough away that he wouldn’t notice me and then slipped outside and following his reiatsu. When he left the upper class dorms I frowned. He wasn’t fucking some weakling Shinigami, was he?

I tried to contain the angry flare of reiatsu I gave off and continued to follow him. I paused in the shadows when I saw him enter the practice arena and slunk closer. I had to contain a snicker when I saw him do that thing with the pull up bar. Hah! So he was sneaking out at night so nobody would make fun of him. Good idea, too bad it didn’t stop me.

His position faltered as he dropped to the ground, looking in my direction. With a blink I realized he had actually sensed me. “I see you’ve gotten better at reading reiatsu.” I drawled and moved into the light.

“Nah, I just know when you’re there.” The bastard had the audacity to smirk at me.

“Tch. What the fuck are you doing out here?”

“Homework.” Ichigo said simply, not meeting my eyes.

“You look like one of those woman acrobats when you do that.” I commented, loving the light flush that crossed his cheeks.

“Shut up. Lots of men do Capoeira.”

True. “Yeah, but they don’t make it look girly.” Also true.

“You wanna fight?” He glared at me and reached for his sword. Strangely, I had no desire to fight him at the moment. Teasing Ichigo was just so much fun.

“Chill out, Shinigami. I was just coming out to see where you had gone.” I explained, hoping that would be the end of the questions.

“What do you care where I’ve gone?” He started to do that hand stand thing again as he asked me, his body tensing as he held the position.

Damn. Heh, maybe I should mess with him a little. “I was curious. Thought maybe you had gone off to bone somebody.”

If he was drinking something he would have been spitting it out right then. As it was, he just dropped to the ground again in surprise and looked at me in shock. Nnoitra: 1, Ichigo 0.

“Sh-shut up!” Heh, I would have described stupid Shinigami as ‘adorable’ when he stuttered if I were the type to say such idiotic things. “I’m not that kind of person! And why do you care?”

I couldn’t help the frown that crossed my face while he stood there glaring at me accusingly. “Who said I did?” Of course I didn’t care if Ichigo did stuff like that. Why should I? I just… I don’t have to justify myself to him!

“You followed me out here to find out!” Nnoitra: Ichigo, 1:1.

I moved closer to him, allowing my irritation to creep into my eyes at being questioned. “What was that, Shinigami?”

He reached over to grab his zanpakuto but I grabbed his wrists and forced his back against one of the poles supporting the bar he had been on. I leaned over and looked into his eyes, allowing myself to enjoy his body under mine so…meekly. I liked that I could get this strong, brash Shinigami to react this way to me.

“I- I was just-

“Just what?”

He was turning redder in such an appealing way. He was worrying his lower lip between his teeth, drawing my attention to them immediately. I wanted to taste him again, but there was no way he wouldn’t be aware of a kiss this time. I let go of his wrists and rested one of my hands above his head and grabbed his chin, staring at him intently. “I was just curious.” I repeated my explanation from before.

“Right.” His eyebrows were furrowed and I could see how tense he was in our position.

“That’s all.”

“Of course.” His head nodded in my hand.

I leaned even closer, the desire to kiss him overpowering me. But I managed to rein it in and pulled away regretfully. “Don’t get to sleep too late, you get bitchy.” I left, my hands tingling from where I touched him. I walked back to our rooms and shut the door slumping onto the bed.

I was hard. Uncomfortably so. My groin ached and throbbed. It had been awhile since I had been aroused. When I was a hollow, sex didn’t cross my mind, just fighting. It had always been about fighting. Now that I have emotions and I’m a Shinigami, I have those feelings. And they were concentrated on Ichigo.

I was hard and horny now because of him. And I wanted nothing more than to drag him back to our rooms and throw him onto the bed and fuck him. I frowned in aggravation when I realized that I had actually gotten harder at the thought. With an aggravated huff I shoved down the loose pants I wore to bed and exposed my erection. Ichigo would most likely be a while so I had time.

Gripping my length, I let my eyes close and brought Ichigo’s image to mind. Ichigo panting and spread beneath me. I imagined opening him up with my fingers as his body trembled and he gave a small whine. I held his legs up and lined myself up to his entrance and kissed him before shoving myself into his entrance and stifling his cry with my mouth.

Fuck…I moved my hand faster and bit my lower lip. Maybe I wouldn’t even bother preparing him, maybe I would just throw him onto the bed, pull down his hakama and thrust into him. My dick almost hurt I was moving my hand so fast, trying to reach that peak I hadn’t felt in so long. Fuck, I was thrusting into him, pressing him down onto the mattress and fucking him so hard he’d feel it for weeks. He peaked over his shoulder, sweaty and flushed, and moaned my name.

I was finally able to reach my high. I didn’t say anything, just inhaled sharply and relaxed my body. Ugh, disgusting. Sticky white fluid covered my hand and stomach now. Tch. Go figure something pleasurable would have its unappealing side.

I must be in hell right now.

Ichigo’s POV

Nnoitra and I were getting better at fighting as a team rather than each other. While other teams practiced working together to defeat the enemy, Nnoitra and I worked on not getting in each other’s way.

“Nnoitra! That was mine to kill!”

“Tch. Kill faster than.”

“It’s not my fault that these faux hollows are so easy to defeat! You just have a longer reach than me.” I glowered up at him angrily.

“Hah! It’s not my fault you’re slow.” Nnoitra easily killed another faux hollow, neither of us breaking in conversation as we continued to go through the obstacle course.

“I’m not slow, bastard!” I sliced through another hollow. “Leave me some! This is boring enough as it is.”

“Stop whining, Shinigami.” Nnoitra grinned as we came to the end and waited for the teams who were still way back in the beginning.

“You’re just as much of a Shinigami as I am.” I growled back and sheathed my sword, plopping down on the grass and resting on my elbows.

“Whatever.” He sat beside me and rested his elbow on a knee, propping his chin in his hand. “So what divisions have requested you so far?”

“Seventh, eleventh, and thirteenth. You?”

“First, sixth, eighth, and eleventh.” Nnoitra replied back, looking all together uninterested. “Which do you think you’ll go in?”

“Dunno. Still have a couple months to decide.”

“Tch, yeah. Don’t want to strain your self thinking, Ichigo.”

“Fuck off.” I mumbled and laid onto my back, crossing my arms behind my head. “Ahh…good thing it’s so nice out today.” He only grunted in response, but I could feel his eyes on me. “What?” I lifted my head to look at him.

He frowned at me in irritation and snorted, looking away. “Nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Now you got me interesting.” I grinned and sat up again. “So what’s up?”

“I don’t like the idea of serving underneath anyone.” He grumbled, not looking at me as the noise of the distantly yelling students was carried by the wind.

“You mean…underneath a captain?” He nodded shortly. “It’s not like you’ll always be.” I said as I rubbed the back of my head. “You’re so strong that it’s going to be hard to keep you as an underling.” I gritted my teeth and forced myself to say the next words. “You’re stronger than me.” Fuck, I hated saying that. “And you haven’t even achieved bankai yet. Once you do you’ll be able to kick all of their asses.”

He was staring at me now, his mouth in a tight line as his eyes narrowed, then he grinned. “Fuck yeah I’m stronger than you.” He said smugly. “No way in hell are they going to keep me down for long.”

“Asshole.” I gazed up at the sky once more, watching the clouds pass over head. I wasn’t lying when I said Nnoitra was stronger than me. When he achieved bankai he would probably be one of the strongest captain in the 13 Gotei. To be honest, I was a little jealous of that. But it wasn’t like I was weak. I could still feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t mention anything. It was a bit of an ego stroke to know that Nnoitra had deemed only me worthy of his time and attention, even if he was a bastard. It didn’t stop me from liking him. In fact, I thought with a smile, his bastard-ness just made him more endearing. Not that I would ever say that out loud.

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So how did you like how their relationship is progressing? I really love these two together, it just seems natural.