A/N: I've decided to do a few one shots focusing on Nel and Nnoitra. They don't have anything in common with each other just going to post them under the one title. Most of them will be 'M' rated and include some smut, and most of them will be AU.
A/N: This is an AU with some plot but mostly smut. I still can't find myself giving them a sure happy ending. But I hope you guys enjoy this.
A/N: Bleach and all the characters belong to Kibu Tito.
Nnoitra watched with passing interest as she placed his dinner before him on the neatly set table and then took a step back to look at him expectantly. She was a slight little thing, her once bright hazel eyes were mere hollow green orbs that seemed to peer just through him. He could still almost glimpse the halo of radiance that had always seemed to blind him. But those days were long gone, now her lips never curved into a smile and her voice was never light or blithe.
Truth be told he wasn't sure what he found attractive about her now, she was a shell of the woman he had once longed for. A hollow empty shell that still made him hate himself.
"Master?" her voice was unequivocally soft but as bland as her eyes. Nnoitra glanced down at the plate of food for the first time. The slightly metallic hint of blood was the only thing that really held any interest to him, he wasn't necessarily hungry for the rare meat.
She had left the room, in her stead her scent lingered holding him captivated to that one empty spot. Even that was not the same, before she had almost smelled of vanilla and an earthy musk that had been unique to her. He had always been able to tell when she had been in a particular room or when she was approaching. He never thought he would miss something as trivial, but each day that passed by slowly he began to forget the little things like that.
She returned a moment later and stood watching him again, those dead eyes hauntingly reminiscent of hollows that roamed the realm with no purpose. What was the purpose of having his wish granted if she wasn't present to experience it? "Master? Are you not hungry?" he hated when she spoke, it only reminded him of how fucked up everything was. "I'm sorry." She whispered although there was no conviction in her tone. She hurriedly came over to retrieve the offending dish.
Nnoitra grabbed her arm and the accompanying gasp excited him. True he wasn't hungry for the nearly raw meat in front of him he was hungry for her. His desire to have her had not wavered through all the time they spent locked away in this twisted fantasy.
He pushed the plate to the side and pulled her onto his lap, she easily submitted to him bending her body over the table and opening herself to him. He wished she'd fight him, tell him that she didn't want his dirty hands on her. But she didn't say anything as he pulled the scant slip of cloth aside and buried himself into her.
She moaned at the intrusion but nothing else, her fingers gripped the edge of the table as he stroked into her. There was pleasure, being suckled into her wetness feeling her stretch and tighten around him. Fucking her was about the only thing that he enjoyed anymore and even then it didn't give him any actual joy.
"Master." If he never heard that fucking word again it wouldn't be too soon. She refused to use his proper name, she even refused to use that stupid nickname she had given him. At one time hearing her call him that had been a fantasy that he had jerked off to, where she was down on her knees and those hazel eyes were wide with tears of submission. But now, "master…" she gasped out as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips.
Fuck he hated her, and yet he could not stop himself from wanting her. He pushed away from the table and her, pulling his cock from her sweet prison. The air felt delicious against his wet skin as he turned her to face him. Her face was blank but her body was honest, her nipples hard and straining for freedom from her blouse, her alabaster skin was tinged and glowing with pink heat.
Undeterred by her lack of emotion he mounted her. For a moment she stilled at the sudden intrusion of his heated length but then she wrapped her thighs around his hips urging him to continue.
She was wetter than he was used to and his cock slid in and out of her with no resistance. It held him tight and he felt the head swell almost painfully as he enjoyed the sensation. "Fuck."
He looked down at her, face flushed with exertion, her lush hair held to her face by a thin coating of sweat and drove deeper. Her hands reached to him but he grabbed her wrists and held them taut above her head, causing her breasts to swell.
He leaned over capturing one taut bud between his lips and roughly suckled it through her blouse. He rolled his tongue over the sensitive tip before biting down firmly. "Master!" She cried out in pain, or was he just imagining the tremble in her voice.
He continued nibbling it as it was the meat she had placed in front of him earlier, savoring the sounds that she made. "Master." She moaned tightening her walls around him. She was coming beneath him a sort of animalistic pleasure overtook him and he began to thrust into her almost violently.
As her body continued to spasm, he moaned loudly as his body went rigid. His cock tightened and then he was coming in her a thick stream of warmth that coated her insides. Nnoitra tried to hold himself apart from her to keep himself steady but his body didn't listen and he collapsed on her spent. He lay his head on her stomach, panting and sweating.
She stirred first, her gentle fingers in his long hair. He didn't want to pull away, to break this connection that they had. If he didn't look at her face, it felt real. Like she was trying to comfort him, coax his spirit back down from the clouds. Fuck if he didn't miss her.
"Master?" the moment was instantly ruined and he was reminded of where he truly was. Nnoitra shrugged off her embrace and stood over her buckling his pants. Her empty eyes watched his every movement.
"Clean up this fucking mess." He ordered before turning away from those damnable vacant eyes.
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She stared at him wide eyed, maybe it was really that hard to imagine that a man as ruthless and as vicious as he pretended to be was capable of other emotions. Hatred, anger, arrogance had always been the words that were conjured to her mind by the mention of his name. She had long given up thinking they were disguises for his hurt and pain. Once you get right down to it, there was nothing but malice to the core.
"I don't understand Nnoitra, what it is that you are asking of me?" she must have heard him wrong, but then wouldn't the logical reaction be laughter? She was tempted, very much so to let loose the giggle that she was suppressing.
His face shifted, the cocky smirk turn upside down into a frown his arrogance shifting into that other emotion he seemed to fall back upon by instinct. "Are you laughing at me bitch?" his question was simple and the answer was quite obvious. What did he expect for her to do?
"Of course not. It's just that Nnoitra you want me to" she couldn't help herself and a giggle escaped her, she covered her lips but the damage had already been done. "It would be easier for me to believe that you came here to fight." It was funny really and she could feel the heat of his glare but it only seemed to make it that more hilarious.
To think he wanted to be her lover. The man who at every chance he got tried to cut her down both mentally and physically. How many times had he called her out to duel only to end up dominated by her considerably stronger power? He couldn't be serious? Could he?
Nel was abruptly shaken from her thoughts as he was shoved to the ground, he slammed his foot into her stomach and she groaned at the sudden pain. Nnoitra stared down at her with a look of utter scorn and disgust. Looking at his face was it really a surprise that she was laughing. "Stop laughing." He command his voice laced with emotion.
"I will if you let me up." At this point his pride must be completely shattered so she thought it prudent to placate him a little. She could easily knock him off of her reversing their positions but she reasoned she had hurt him enough for one day.
He ground his foot harder into her ribs and the smile that had been on her lips quickly faded, "I don't feel anything for you Nnoitra. I-I" she stopped herself abruptly. At one time she had found herself hurting for him, wishing that she could change the anger that permeated the air around him.
At one time she thought it was possible that with a little love she could overcome the sadness and help build something special and significant with him. But those days are few and far between now, she had learned painfully that he was completely consumed by darkness. And If he wanted to live in that constant darkness who was she to stop him?
"I'm not playing anymore Nnoitra." She said and glared up at him, "I have stuff to do." She grabbed him by his ankle and squeezed it as hard as she could unbalancing him. He didn't fall over but it gave her enough room to roll from beneath him.
His weapon materialized in his right hand, "you don't want to fuck, then lets fight." usually this was the point she would laugh and tell him she wasn't in the mood for his games and end up knocking the crap out of him. Suddenly she didn't have the strength or patience to endure a bout with him, something in the way his demeanor had changed so swiftly…
"No." She stated firmly as she slowly got to her feet, his stormy gray eyes hinted at how hard he had taken her rejection. If it was true of a woman scorned what about a man who only felt hatred? She didn't have it in her to find out. "Good bye Nnoitra." She turned her back to him and walked away.
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As he looked back now, he should have forcefully taken what it was that he wanted. She had laughed in his face at his suggestion and nothing changed. He never brought it up again, the fact that he found her sexually an equal to him. There was no denying that he still loathed her, but as a man his body desired her.
If he had forced her to the ground and fucked her then would everything have stilled turned out this way? Instead of the docile little creature that he had now, would she still possess the pride and compassion that had attracted him in the first place?
He was a selfish man, he had always been and would always be. He had wanted it all, power and dominance over the woman who held a title greater than he. And now that he had it he still wanted more. He wanted her to show some kind of emotion when he was with her, he wanted those eyes to radiate with passion, lust even contempt as long as there was something there.
Being in this little prison had taught him one thing, he would always hate her. He would always hate her for her indifference to him, he meant nothing to her. He was just an associate, someone she worked with. Even if they were not friends she treated him as she treated everyone else. That's what fucked with him the most, there was no special place for him.
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Nnoitra leaned back on his elbow as Nel settled herself between his opened thighs. Her blank eyes held his as she slowly undid his belt and tugged down his pants along with his boxers. She gently touched the head of his now free cock, her finger slowly circling the tip then traced the bulging veins down the shaft. She turned her head from his and lowered her lips to his cock.
Her hands were steady and practiced as she gently fondled his balls as her mouth continued to suckle him. She pulled away slightly to stare at his straining member, dipping her tongue to taste the pre-cum that glistened at the tip. Nnoitra groaned at the intense surge of pleasure from that single at and thrusted his hips to meet her lips.
She didn't budge or fidget just obediently let him set the pace and speed by the thrust of his hips. She slowly starting meeting each thrust of his hips, using her teeth to gently crape the sensitive underside. Nnoitra buried his fingers in her lush hair steadying her "Neliel." He groaned as his cock began to tighten and the familiar spring began to coil in the pit of his stomach.
She moaned around his cock the slight vibration pushing him towards his limit. She bobbed her head alternating between pressure and suction. He was so close straining against the onslaught to his senses. She glanced up at him and maybe it was the intense pleasure or maybe he had truly gone insane, but her eyes flashed with horror. That one hint of emotion was too much for him, it snapped the hold he had on reality and he came sending a rush of cum exploding in between her stilled lips. His hands went slack falling from her silky hair, she struggled to keep her lips suckling gently but as the time between each hot spurt increased she pulled away.
Nnoitra panted heavily trying to regain control of his faculties. She rose steadily to her feet unfazed by the amount of himself that he had just released into her mouth. She waited patiently watching him with her arms by her side until his breathing became somewhat regular.
"Master?" she questioned when he didn't usher her to the bed. Now would be the time that she would crawl into bed and lay here awaiting the moment he would take her and then she would fall asleep oblivious to how much he detested her.
"Do you know how fucking annoying you are?" he asked as he pulled her towards him, his eyes roaming over her naked body. She was perfect, physically, everything about her. Her breasts the flair of her hips the length of each of her limbs.
"I do not understand, Master. Do I displease you?" just a hint of haughtiness would have brought his cock back to life, but there was no sentiment behind the words.
"Very much." Nnoitra muttered rising to his feet his lanky frame towering over her. "Go to bed." He commanded.
She stared up at him, those lifeless eyes still devoid of all emotion. She wasn't ashamed of her servitude to him, ashamed of how easily he affected her. She never turned away from him, unable to comprehend the look of triumph that was on his face. He was in hell, a hell of his own creation.
For a long while he was angry that she so easily gave herself to him. She laid there quietly as he took what little pleasure he could from a body that didn't really excite him anymore. Before he had always imagined fucking her from behind, with her head buried in the pillow so he wouldn't have to see her face. He wouldn't have to see the loathing or perhaps the unhappiness of being rutted by a man who wasn't worthy of her.
But the fantasy had been one he had held on to because she would be his bitch and he would be the man that finally forced the conceited três to realize she was nothing. That never happened and all he had left was the few fading illusions of what could have been.
Now he fucked her in one position, with her constantly facing him just on the off chance there was some flash of emotion in those lifeless eyes. There never was, it was always the same, her deadpanned voice echoing through his mind fucking with it even more. He was already completely and utterly fucking insane.
"Yes, Master." She climbed into the large bed, pulling the comforter over her nude form and promptly fell asleep.
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"Is it as you've desired?"
Nnoitra paused for a moment holding the blood soaked carcass in one hand as one of his dogs roared viciously in front of him. "What the fuck do you want?" he asked throwing the rest of the meat to the dogs who both dove for the remaining piece.
Tesra was not fazed by his master's harshness, having been by his side for the better part of his life he was accustomed to the way he spoke and acted. "Are you not happy?"
Nnoitra turned to him then a smirk on his thin lips, "I'm in fucking hell." He answered licking the blood from his fingertips. "Now what the fuck do you want?" it was then that he noticed Nel standing back by the doorway.
Tesra turned to glance at the young woman and then back at his master. It was no secret that she was both pleasure and pain for him, an unattainable porcelain doll that only served to frustrate and infuriate him to the point of madness. A madness that had driven him to create this illusion.
"Master?" Nel approached carrying a wet rag and a dry towel. He frowned as she cleaned his hands and dried them.
"Get out of my sight." He said pushing her to the ground. She scurried to her feet quickly grabbing the discarded rags and disappeared back into the house.
"I see." Tesra commented turning back to Nnoitra whose anger was clearly palpable. "I'm sorry Nnoitra."
Nnoitra rolled his eyes, his fraccion was as incompetent as ever, still concerned with such petty things as compassion for the weak. He didn't know where that empathy came from, he sure as hell didn't teach it to him. "Would you like to return to as it was before?"
He had cursed her to this hell for scorning him. He in turn was cursed to an entirely different hell, a hell where she was incapable of emotions. She did as she was told, obediently and with no objection. He had wanted the woman she had been, the sexy supercilious woman whose arrogance had sometimes rivaled his own. Not this obedient hollow shell who called him 'master'.
But did he really want to go back to not having her? If Tesra removed the illusion everything would go back to the way it was. Them constantly bickering, her treating him as if he was just another person. He hated the way it was now spending his time with a woman who he barely recognized. But was it as bad as not having her at all?
"Nnoitra?" Tesra prodded after a few minutes of silence. "Would you like more time to come to a decision?"
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"I don't understand Nnoitra, what it is that you are asking of me?" she replied, a hint of laughter in her voice. What about him wanting to fuck her didn't she understand? She was lucky that he was asking and hadn't forced her roughly to the ground and mounted her like the animal she claimed he was.
A sharp and sudden feeling of dejavu hit him and he glared down at the woman who for reasons he would never voice was an obsession to him. "Come to my room tonight." He said unsure of why he didn't say what he really want to. How dare she laugh at a time like this? He felt like punching her, or maybe grabbing her by her thin neck and shaking her until her eyes closed.
Her mirth died away and she stared honestly into his face, "I don't think I will Nnoitra. I have other things planned." Quickly she turned away from him and walked away.
He watched her walk away silently, wondering he was not attacking her while her back was to him. He honestly just wished she would die and he wouldn't be so conflicted, he wouldn't be forced to be in her presence and feel the burn of her eyes on him.
Nnoitra spent the rest of the day away from the rest of the group, even Tesra was left behind as he disappeared somewhere in the vast dryness. He didn't want to be anywhere that would put in him the position to see her, or hear her.~~
Nnoitra walked out of the shower completely naked toweling his long hair. He had discarded his eye patch somewhere on his way in and in the darkness he didn't feel the need to find it. It was late, he had deliberately stayed away so he wouldn't have to face her rejection.
"Fucking little bitch." He muttered throwing the towel to the floor and getting into bed. Mentally he berated himself for just letting her walk away from him earlier, he should have went with his instincts and raped her.
He would have the satisfaction of releasing some of his frustration and knowing that he had ruined her perfect little world in the process. Even if it was just the one time, wouldn't he be satisfied with having her at least once? Most likely she would be pissed, maybe enough to actually give him a real fight? Either way he would come out on top, a good fuck or a good fight. Either one would be fine by him.
Nnoitra stared up at the dark ceiling his lips curling into a smirk at the thought. He licked his lips wondering if both would be possible. They'd start off fighting, her toying with him and then he'd turn the tables and force her to her knees. His cock sprang to life, hardening at the image of her on her knees with his cum leaking from her lips.
He groaned, squeezing the base of his shaft to prolong the sensation, it wouldn't take much for him to cum but he wanted to finish out his little fantasy. He began to stroke his cock conjuring images of her in every lewd position he could think of. His breathing quickened and he stopped stroking instead settled on playing with the sensitive head of his cock.
"Fuck." He was so close, he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He must be delirious, he could almost smell the sweet fragrance of vanilla and lavender. Just a few more strokes and he would be in heaven, just a few more…
"Nnoitra." Her voice broke through the pleasure haze and he froze suddenly. He tried to even out his breathing, catch his breath enough to stay still. What the fuck was she doing there? "Can I come in?"
There was another knock and the silence, she must have left finally. It would take a little coaxing but he would get at least one fucking orgasm that night. The door swung open rudely interrupting his thoughts. "Nnoitra." She closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment embarrassed.
"What the fuck." He groaned sitting up, suddenly feeling hot. "What do you want?"
"I don't know." She replied honestly. She had laughed off his proposition as just another one of Nnoitra's games, or just another way for him to goad her into getting angry. But somehow she had ended up outside his door, and now in his room.
"You do or you fucking don't, it's that simple." He stated his gray eyes observing the instant change in her.
"No Nnoitra, I-" suddenly her mouth was dry and she was scolding herself internally for having set foot in his room. There he was in front of her completely shame free in his nakedness sucking all the air out of the room. "You are serious about this." She swallowed hard desperately trying to muster up some courage to propel her feet to movement.
"If you don't want to fuck, why are you here?" he wanted her gone. If she wasn't there to let him ravish her body there was no point in wasting his time. "Say something stupid."
"Do you hate me?" he had to strain to distinguish the words that she whispered.
Unexpectedly his laughter cut through the darkness and silence. Did he hate her? Yes with every fiber of his being he wanted nothing more to be the one who finally sent her to her demise. But if they were fucking, he could resist the urge until he had sufficiently satisfied his ridiculous sexual appetite for her.
"You idiot." He replied the humor disappearing instantly but there was still the cocky tilt of his lips. "Just because I want to fuck you doesn't mean I want anything to do with you. I'm going to use your body, force you to do things that will make you feel shame and then send you on your merry little way." That was technically true, they would fuck but he did want something from her.
It was her turn to laugh, "I'm just supposed to agree to this little arrangement?" the prospect of being his little plaything was not appealing. He was amazingly built and she could see just he could be so cocky in his claims. His thick cock had been erect the whole time they were having this strange conversation, needless to say it was impressive.
If she agreed to this there would be no turning back, she had given up trying to change him some time ago. But if she gave him her body she wouldn't be able to ignore the urge to bring happiness to his depressingly dreary existence.
"It really doesn't fucking matter to me." His eyes slowly traveled down the length of her body ending at the juncture of her thighs where strangely heat was building. His eyes met hers again and he licked his lips the five on his tongue clearly visible.
"Do not think that just because I'm agreeing you are going to force your sick fantasies on me." She finally answered. Gradually she would work him down waiting patiently for any opportunity to prove that this was something else then just sex. "I'm only agreeing because, well." She stopped short. There was plenty of reason that she was agreeing. His tongue and the prospect of what he could do with it was somehow the only one she could think of right then. "Well it doesn't matter why. And don't assume I won't kick your ass if you cross the line."
Nnoitra looked uninterested, "whatever, just take off your fucking clothes." ~~
Nnoitra looked down at Nel's sleeping form beside him, he somehow could not fall asleep. They spent the majority of the night fucking. For the first night together it had went surprisingly well, it was unbelievable how perfect they fit together. It felt as if he was just relearning her body, not experiencing it for the first time.
And her fucking eyes, it was better than any fantasy. When he had forced his cock into her mouth she had looked at him with contempt he couldn't just couldn't hold back.
She was irritated of course but he repaid her by drinking her essence until she couldn't scream his name any longer. He had always thought that she smelled great but tasting her took it to a whole new level. Now whenever he smelled vanilla he was sure his cock would spring to life.
Even if this didn't go anywhere and tomorrow she decided he was too barbaric for such a snobby princess as herself he would be content. After all he was already completely and utterly fucking insane because of her.
