Disclaimer: Plot is mine and characters are borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made.

Author's note: Sequel to the previous NnoiTes drabble this takes place three days later. Warnings include NSFW elements and will probably have a third quite NSFW sequel as well because no matter how he tries to avoid his own emotions, Nnoitra finds that Tesla is too tempting for his own good.

Falling

All he could think about was the fact that he wanted him. It was distracting in ways he wasn't prepared for. Sighing, he sets his blade against the wall and rubs his face. He should not give in. Could not. If he did then he was sure there would be no going back. But more than that; he would no doubt be addicted to the male which had no place in his plans.

But he is tempted. Oh, is he tempted. Damned Fraccion was too alluring for his own good.

But then there were parts of him that would have Tesla no other way. The blond was loyal, honest if not annoyingly so, and beyond that; he had an emotional stake in Nnoitra that no one else did. Hell, he honestly cared.

That was probably the worst part of all this. Nnoitra knew he was a tool; knew that Aizen was using them. That he was used to as a hollow and even now bothered him very little. But Tesla; that emotionally driven idiot felt deeply for him, protected him, and genuinely liked him.

And Nnoitra had no fucking idea how to handle that. So he didn't. He kept the other at a distance and avoided ever getting close to anything that was deemed too inappropriate.

Because he already chose what his path was and he wasn't deviating.

He wasn't.

He lifts Santa Teresa back up inwardly giving himself a mental shake. He couldn't be bothered with this. Emotions were for humans. For the living. And what was he but some bastard creation of a madman's who was neither hollow nor Shinigami but some monstrosity of both.

And monsters and villains never got happy endings. It was just the way things were.

He stalks back for his chambers and pushes open the door before pausing at the sight. Right. He was still in there; spread like he owned the place across his bed. Nnoitra glowers. Honestly, he needed to kick the blond out. He was fine. Had been for three days now.

But he couldn't admit that it was the best sleep he'd had in a long time. So Tesla was still there.

It was insane and he had to remind himself that particular aspect belonged to Szayelaporro. He leans Santa Teresa against the wall before getting more comfortable and walking to the bed. He merely watches the other sleep a moment before bringing a hand down to drag the blankets up around him.

He'd go and shower and then kick the impudent brat out of his bed. That would be the best option. Hell, the only option that was acceptable.

Because nothing else was.

Except a hot shower has him more than relaxed and he just crawls into the bed allowing the other to shift until he was back against him; until the Quinto's arms are once more curled around him and he's resting his head atop the others.

Tomorrow. He'd tell him to go tomorrow. Right now he was just too comfortable.

Tomorrow was better.

Waking up has the other still in his arms and Nnoitra is definitely not thrilled at how comfortable, how normal this is for him. And as he watches the other rouses sleepily before stilling and gazing up at him. He cannot help the chuckle that escapes before he murmurs, "Ya cannot blame me fer bein' in my own bed, Piglet." As he watches the other's glance lower again, he realizes that might not be what the issue was considering that he'd crawled into his bed quite naked. And watching the flush that colors his face has Nnoitra feeling far too amused.

"You…are quite a bit naked."

"Showered 'fore bed and crawled in. Ya were too deep asleep to wake up so I could warn ya 'bout the nudity." He watches the male still before a peculiar expression appears and is suddenly sure that it was a bad idea to have done it seconds before hot fingers curl around a part of his anatomy that was quite a bit interested in the other's presence there. His hips jerk and he lets out a sharp, "T-Tesla…"

"Shh," the blond whispers softly, "Please, Master…just this once?" The question would be followed by a slow slide of his hand and Nnoitra's body shudders as pleasure sparks along his nerves.

Dammit, this was not a good idea. Not at all but then those fingers would tighten just enough and the pressure has him shifting so that he was on his back with a low groan. He wanted this. Needed it. Fuck it all.

Taking it for the allowance it was, the blond moves so that he was in a better position; heat and mischief filling the brown-gold orb before he'd lower his head and let his tongue flick out over the head of his cock. "Nngn! F-fuck…T-Tes…"

It draws a low hum of approval before it would be repeated before he'd slowly draw his hot, wet tongue along the length of him obviously deciding upon enjoying the allowance given him. Nnoitra's fingers tighten into the blankets as he feels his hips shift letting the other have his way.

Just this once. He would let himself enjoy this just this once.

Except every lick and suck at his skin has him seemingly caught and wanting more and it hits home how much he should not have done this. Because Tesla was willing and good and intent on pleasing him. And then he'd part his lips and press down encloasing him in his mouth and Nnoitra can't help the ragged sound of pleasure as fingers slide into blond strands. "F-fu…Ahh…Y-yes…Just like that…Fuck…Tesla…"

And the encouragement only has him deep-throating him, finding the way he likes to be sucked on and teased and all Nnoitra's frazzled mind can come up with is how utterly screwed he was if he intended on never allowing this again. Because Tesla was fucking amazing with his mouth.

The climax has him panting and blinking almost owlishly at the other as he tries to regain himself. The sight of him licking his lips was entirely too much of an erotic sight and he finds himself reaching to tug him close to kiss him. It wasn't a desire he was used to but he needed to do this. The taste of himself is strange but it was mixed with a sweeter taste and he finds himself slipping his tongue between the other's lips to get a deeper taste.

Breaking it he stares at the other's panting, flushed face and realizes that this was beyond stupid of him to allow. He should have told the brat to remove his hand from his person and get out. Instead, he finds himself giving a growled, "Get out of yer clothes. Now."

Fuck. It. all.