He felt everything acutely, the wind whipping his sweaty stringy hair, the grit of sand in his teeth, the tangy smell of blood; his and someone else's. The sand was hot beneath his bare feet, scalding even, but it didn't phase him. His single grey eye was narrowed in concentration, his stance ready as he studied the beast before him.
And what a beast this man was. His opponent was none other than one of the most feared captain's of the court guardians, the bloodthirsty captain of the eleventh division; Kenpachi. The man was brutal, sturdy, violent; just the way he liked them.
Nnoitra would never tell anyone, but he kind of had a thing for violent, tough men. It got more than just his blood boiling, it made his body shiver, his voice crack and his dick hard. On the battlefield he liked to dominate, but in the bedroom; well that was another story. And there was nothing like a good fight with a blood covered grinning opponent to stoke the fire of his lust. His grin cracked his face in half as his hair whipped wildly, he stood up straight, all seven feet of him and leered down at his opponent.
"Kenpachi eh, yer not all that frightening" he said nonchalantly.
"You shouldn't be saying that before you've even crossed swords with me" came the reply, and to his surprise the deep gravely baritone shot right down his back in waves of shivers. Oh he was sexy, brutally sexy on two very sturdy legs. His head swam and his body was filled with desire, why did he have to fight such a man, why couldn't he just...
His gaze settled on the orange haired youth, maybe he did have a bargaining chip. He took a few steps backward grinning at the other man, whose one eye narrowed in confusion; but he followed. He gradually put distance between them and Ichigo, not wanting the orange haired kid to hear what he was about to say.
"Say Kenpachi" he drawled out across the sand "I have a deal fer ya. What say we put down our weapons and have a chat, see if we can settle this without fightin?" Not that he didnt want to, oh the fighting would be amazing but the fucking...Well that was what he was after. He watched as dark brows rose in amusement, and a smile formed on the thin, scarred lips. Kenpachi threw his sword on the sand and took a step forward as Nnoitra did the same, eventually standing no more than a few feet away.
"You don't wanna fight?" Kenpachi was grinning, clearly not believing him.
"I do, to fight you would be a high, but there is somethin I want from ya more than fightin" he smiled slyly, wondering what the man would say to his offer. His interest was clearly piqued and his head cocked to the side, the small bells in his hair jingling.
"If ya want me ta leave the kid alone, and avoid this fight" he rubbed his hands together, taking a deep breath "then ya need to fuck me hard." There, it was out. He breathed a sigh of relief. It had been so long since he found an equal, anyone he would consider taking to bed and his body ached needing relief.
Kenpachi's eyebrows shot up so high they almost went into his hair. Then he began to laugh, a deep rolling sound like thunder as he clutched his stomach and chortled. His face was split in a grin, his eye closed in mirth and Nnoitra stood there,his cheeks flushing deep red in embarrassment. He had of course been turned down before but never so spectacularly. He was about to walk away when he heard Kenpachi's low voice, heated with desire call to him.
"Where ya goin lanky? I thought you were going to let me fuck you."