Disclaimer: Characters and still not mine but are borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made. I take all the blame for the plot.

Author's Note: Originally it was supposed to only be a three part set but I've decided to make it four (hopefully). I suppose I should apologize for the choppy, viewpoint changing that I'm known for doing without warning. I just like this pairing so you tend to all get the raw stuff. Definitely NSFW so peruse with caution as it takes place direction after the previous drabble.

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He'd been too forward and he knew it but Tesla hadn't been able to resist once he realized that his master was naked. The feel of him hot and thick between his fingers had been so much better and he was glad when he'd been granted the opportunity that he'd wanted since promising his services and his loyalty to the Espada. Back then he'd only been Octava but that really hadn't mattered. It had never been his rank that had drawn Tesla to him.

But that was a thought-process for another time the blond decides as the command is issued. He slips out of his shirt before sliding his boxers off his hips flushing slightly at now being naked before the other. "Ah, Tesla…" the other murmurs approvingly, "Yer too fuckin' temptin'…ya know that? Damned if I know how I've managed to resist till now…"

The words fill him with heat but more than that; he just wants the other to do as he'd been wanting and lay claim to the only thing left for him to have because he had everything else Tesla was. "Master…please? Even…if it's just once. I will never asked again but…Let me…let me have you to myself. Just once."

He was asking far too much and he knew it but if he would just grant him this one allowance then Tesla would accept and call himself more than satisfied.

Languidly the other stretches before shifting so that he can push Tesla to the side and sit up. The blond watches and waits wondering what he was going to decide. "Lay back, Tesla. Ya want me to yerself then that's what yer gonna get." The words would be obeyed as more heat seems to flood him as he lays back watching him eye him; gray seeming to shift to molten silver as those lips curve into a hungry smile; a look that has heat filling him because it was something he'd wanted to see for the longest time. "Been the first time someone's watched me get hungry and not tried to flee…just so ya know."

Tesla responds with, "Yes, I am aware," before reaching to lightly touch the side of his face and adding, "Devour me if it pleases you, Master." He probably didn't need to say it; it was obvious in the willingness he displayed being beneath him but it was worth it for the sight of the male's tongue flicking between his lips.

"Shouldn't offer yerself like that to a predator," he murmurs leaning close, his breath ghosting along the other's skin. Tesla's response is to tilt his head baring his throat for him. His lips press against the skin tongue darting out to take a taste. The intake of breath earns a husky chuckle before he'd nip and then suck at the skin. If he didn't want to get addicted then this definitely wasn't the way to go about that. Not at all. Because every touch, taste, and sound was drawing him in.

And he'd move down exploring the figure before him satisfying both his own curiosity and both of their desires. Tesla merely shifts and squirms allowing and definitely encouraging the actions. And it was the worst idea he'd ever had because as his lips enclose a nipple and he feels him shudder, hears him whine low in his throat; Nnoitra knows that he's lost; that there is no way in hell he'd ever be satisfied with just once. Fingers slide down to curl around hot flesh and he finds himself stroking slowly, lightly as he continues enjoying the way Tesla arches and cries out; the way his breathing hitches.

Every action merely cements what he knew all along; this male was his and his alone. Not Aizen's; HIS. And there is something particularly pleasing about that thought to him. His thumb lightly rubs over the leaking slit as he watches desire darken the male's eye watches him losing his fight with his composure.

Well, if that got that sort of reaction then he had to wonder what…And his head would lower, tongue flicking between his lips to brush the hot skin. The jerk and sharp gaspy breath it earned him was exquisite. It just earns more explorations as the Quinto finds himself quite a bit interested in what reactions he'd get if he touched him in other ways.

Tesla wasn't sure what his surrender would earn him but the feel of that tongue tracing him was definitely not on the list. While a fantasy he had; he'd definitely never envisioned it coming to fruition. His fingers tangle in the sheets as his hips open wider and he shifts restlessly trying to keep from pressing closer to the other. The dark chuckle tells him that the other found him amusing in this way. "Pl-please…M-master…"

Fuck if that wasn't so much worse because it does things to him he's sure it shouldn't; invokes desires in him that he knew would mess things up all the way around. There just was no way in heaven, hell, or in between that Nnoitra could bring himself to stop. Not this time. So instead, he parts his lips and presses down as he holds the other's lips still. This was certainly not the actions he should be taken, something tells him but the choked, strangled sound as he relaxes his throat and draws the blond's flesh deeper into his mouth is entirely worth it.

Tesla finds himself caught between heaven and hell as Nnoitra chooses to explore him like this and his head lolls back fingers squeezing and releasing convulsively at the hot moist heat around his cock. It was too surreal and part of him is glad that he cannot quite wrap his mind around the truth of things because he's pretty sure he'd have several complaints about how this was not proper. But all that occurs to him is the same choked, whined words that escape him like a mantra, "S-soo good…please…yes…"

Of course, his Master is enough of a tease to stop before he can fully enjoy this, gaze darkened in mischief and amusement. "M-Master…"

"Patience," comes the husky chuckle, "We've got all night. And I wanna enjoy this." His gaze promised that they both would which is what settles Tesla somewhat.

"Alright, but I don't think you should…"

Nnoitra leans forward and presses his mouth against the others to keep him from saying what he was sure was coming. Whatever stupid "acceptable" actions were, he didn't care much for anything in the way of rules or regulations or anything in that direction.

And he'd reteach his subordinate that. Multiple times if he had to.

Lightly, he traces a finger up the still aroused now damp skin enjoy the sharp breath and whiny moan that escapes the blond. "Ya know," he says conversationally as if he wasn't in the midst of making a goddamn mess of him, "If yer gonna complain 'bout me doin' that then I can think of somethin' ya might get far more disagreeable on."

Tesla blinks slowly as he was still quite a bit hazy and is not allowed to formulate the question brewing before he finds himself suddenly rolled over. "Stay still," comes the low command. Tesla swallows but complies feeling extremely vulnerable and quite exposed like this. The feel of fingers sliding along his lower spine before cupping his ass has him trembling and more than a little concerned about what his Espada might be planning.

"M-Master…what…"

"Hush," comes the others chide, "Ya worry too much, Tes."

He'd point out that he was pretty sure anyone in this position would be extremely concerned and can only manage a sharp gasped breath as lips press against his skin starting at the end of his spine and then slowly moves down as Tesla squirms somewhat at the sensations. While a fantasy he'd had a time or two he certainly hadn't expected the other to do this on his own. And is even less sure that he was truly going to…And his breathing nearly derails as his lips move lower still.

Was he actually…Oh…oh god, he was. Tesla's fingers grip the fabric of the others sheets a whine escaping as he feels the tip of the others tongue pressing against the clamping muscles of his entrance. He wasn't…he would not dare…

Nnoitra does dare; pressing his tongue in deep making his back arch as his lips part and a whining, plaintive sound escape at the feel. Oh, gods Tesla was not expecting this; not from the male he'd follow to whatever ends he demanded.

The dark chuckle against his skin tells him he was pleasing his chosen Espada who licks at him deeply making his nerves flare with bliss. "M-Master…please…oh….oh god….please…don't stop…"

And it would seem to be all the other would need to hear and Tesla would find him withdrawing the appendage before shoving it in with more force. His hips buck and he cries out fingers gripping the sheets for dear life as his Master had a most wicked tongue and more than that; seemed to highly enjoy using it.

Tesla cannot help the way his body responds; the way he pants, whines, and begs the other for more as his body undulates and squirms fingers gripping the sheets for purchase and face pressed into the pillow when he could not bear hearing himself sound so absolutely desperate.

Of course if he does it for too long, he finds his hair gripped as the other reaches and tugs his head back making it clear that the Espada busy tormenting him was intending on hearing what he was doing to him.

And it would end up sparking hot enough pleasure that a climax roars through him leaving him panting and struggling to get his bearings back. And from behind him, he hears Nnoitra chuckle. "Really enjoyed that, I see. Certainly gonna need to put that on the list of things that have ya makin' the best sounds, Tes."

He'd blush but at the moment he was having a hard enough time getting his thoughts in order. The blond is still trying to wrap his mind around it as he watches the male reach and draw a jar from the nightstand. Somehow, considering everything the sight of lube is enough to have his face heating up. Noticing, Nnoitra chuckles bemusedly. "Really, yer gonna get shy from this? Heh, adorable."

"'M not," comes the protest.

"Oh, I think ya are," Nnoitra counters, "And since I'm the Espada we go with what I think."

There is a moment where Tesla contemplates throwing a pillow at him but decides that it might not be a good idea all things considered. "Fine," he settles with.

This has Nnoitra chuckling. "Aww," he teases, "Don't be so put off, 'sides we'll get to the best parts if ya'd stop bein' so worried 'bout things."

"There are policies for a reason," comes his immediate protest.

"Well, I'll make it simple fer ya then; the only rules that matter behind the door to my palace are mine,'kay? And my rules state that I can do whatever th' fuck I want to what is mine. And yer mine, right?"

"I am."

"Then there ya go. Now roll over cause I wanna see yer face when I open ya. Next time I'll have yer legs over my shoulders so I can see yer face when I tongue fuck ya into oblivion."

Next time…

Well, that was promising if nothing else, so the blond settles himself as commanded. In the end, he'd do whatever Nnoitra wanted because it was what he wanted. And Tesla lived to serve the Quinto.

That was all that was needed between them.