Nnoitra sighed as he walked through the long hallways of Las Noches. He was bored. There was no one to mess around with.

The other Espada were busy in the human world doing whatever they usually did. Now that he thought about it…Szayel was probably in his lab. Nnoitra turned around, making his way to the pink haired man's lab, grinning at the thought of annoying him. Szayel hated interruptions.

Nnoitra slammed the door open, giggling at the echo it created.

There was a sound of glass breaking. Szayel waltzed out from behind a screen muttering curses under his breath, and hastily removing his gloves which were covered in a gooey substance. He glared at the intruder. "What brings you here?" He asked, throwing the gloves in a nearby bin.

"Oh," Nnoitra closed the door and made his way over to the shorter man. Szayel's eyes widened and he took a step back. "I came here to see you."

Szayel gulped, then his eyes narrowed. "I'm guessing you've got nothing to do and everyone is out."

"Or maybe I just miss you," Nnoitra smiled, amused as Szayel turned pale, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "It's been awhile."

"Y-You don't mean that! Last time you said this had to end! Now you come crawling back and you think I'll give in?"

Szayel's back hit the wall. He watched as Nnoitra continued advancing and fought the urge to run. He was an Espada for god's sake! There was no reason for him to act like a coward. But the closer Nnoitra got, the more he wanted to sprint away. It was useless though as Nnoitra was fast; he'd catch him without breaking a sweat.

"Okay, maybe it's not you I miss…your body however," He licked his lips and Szayel shivered. That tongue, how he longed for it. "I've been going crazy remembering how you feel pressed up against me, your cock hard and leaking, your tight ass squeezing my dick as I-"

"I get it!" Szayel was sure his face was the colour of a strawberry by now. Was the room usually this hot?

Nnoitra smirked and leaned over the shorter man, hand reaching up to stroke the smooth skin. "Well?"

Szayel refused to give in. He wasn't about to be used like this and then discarded again when the other got tired of him. Szayel could do much better, he- Fuck this!

Szayel grabbed the lapels of Nnoitra's jacket, dragging him down as he stood on his tiptoes and pressed their lips together.

"Szayel! Have you seen-"

The pink haired man ignored Yammy, his arms wrapped around Nnoitra's neck.

"Uh…never mind."

The door closed and the footsteps thudded loudly as Yammy hurried away.

After a few minutes, they pulled away. Nnoitra's hands slid down to Syzayel's hips. "Missed me?"

Szayel grinned. "I missed your body."

Nnoitra chuckled. "Show me."

"My pleasure."