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The Coronation of Self: Part II
Chapter Seven
By: Ryoko & SZP
Something was distracting him. Szayel gazed from the beaker in his hand to his tented hakama and back and then sighed. The cognitive deficiency caused by loss of blood to his brain would have been enough motivation for him to cease his experiment even without the obvious hindrance an erection caused him. Szayel set his equipment down with instructions to his nearby Fraccion to clean it up. He needed to take care of this, and fast. As always, there was plenty of work to be done and little time in which to accomplish it.
After some deliberation, Szayel selected a few toys and retired to one of the chambers in his inner sanctum. He fully intended to make use of his video surveillance of the previous day's encounter as it was the cause of his present discomfort. Szayel crossed into the shielded room and sealed the door-which only he or his Fraccion could now open. He removed his clothes and folded them so that they would not crease or wrinkle and set the footage to loop from the point where Nnoitra fucked Grimmjow to just after he climaxed. The giant wall monitor dwarfed the single lounge chair in front of it. Szayel draped a towel over the seat of the chair so that it would not be rendered unusable.
He licked his lips as he got down on all fours in front of the chair and began to prepare himself-for whether it was work or play, Szayel never put anything less than his full effort into it. Szayel's breathing picked up as he pumped fingers inside himself in time with Nnoitra's thrusts into Grimmjow's body, all of which was displayed in lurid detail in front of him. Szayel continued with his ministrations until he felt ready enough to take the ten-inch vibrating pink dildo picked out for himself. He crouched over it and as Nnoitra climaxed on screen, began to sink down onto it. Szayel moaned as the dildo filled and stretched him, his breath now coming in harsh pants. When it was fully sheathed inside of him, he began to touch his cock, smearing his precome all around the head. He shivered at the feel of his own talented fingers and wished, not for the first time, that he could suck on it too-but that modification had too many negative side effects.
Szayel moved back to sit in his chair. He turned the vibration on high, his entire body going into a fit of pleasurable spasms as it came to life inside of him. His head hit the back of the chair and he let out a cry loud enough that it echoed off the stark white tile and hard grey walls. It was, perhaps, because of this that he did not hear the hiss of the door opening. It was only Lumina's loud squeak that cut through his pleasurable haze. By the time he turned his head far enough to see the door behind him, his Fraccion had already crashed into one of his control panels. Smoke erupted from it to a chorus of Lumina's apologies. Szayel eyed the piece of equipment and grimaced, his arousal forgotten for the briefest of moments as he lamented the loss of his perimeter alarm notification system.
"I don't want to hear your excuses! Fix it," he said, his voice loud enough to make Lumina cringe and cover its head. Lumina bowed and scraped its way out of the room and Szayel rolled his eyes. He didn't like being without advance notice of intruders, but reasoned he would be safe enough for the few minutes it took to finish up.
With this in mind, he directed his attention back to the screen, which was now showing a most excellent view of his own naked and sweating body as both Grimmjow and Nnoitra pounded into it. Szayel began to stroke his cock in earnest, his hand dithering with a nipple as the dildo rubbed him raw inside. He sucked in a breath watching the perfect rise and fall of his own chest on screen, the exquisite way his throat expanded with each of Nnoitra's thrusts, and let it out as a needy moan. His head dropped back once more as he gave himself fully over to his own pleasure.
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Nnoitra's eye twitched as he watched the Fracción bounce nervously away from him, his teeth grinding every time it shouted for him to "Stay!" It should have known after the first time that he wasn't going to oblige to such a moronic request, especially not when asked by such a moronic Arrancar. As it moved away, he followed it, drawing in his reiatsu on the off-chance that it possessed the ability to sense something so obvious. He doubted it, listening to the one word repeated over and over again at him. He paid little attention to anything else in the lab, having learned by now that nothing was good enough to hold his interest. Instead, he focused on drowning out the obnoxious sounds coming from the round little shit.
His awareness shifted severely as he moved deeper into the lab. He could not feel Szayel's reiatsu at all and he was certain that it meant the Octava was up to something. Nnoitra was slightly relieved knowing that he had just left Grimmjow and that there was little chance the Sexta could have made it here before him. But at the thought of someone else, he clenched his fists.
By the time they had approached the door, he was prepared for a brawl with whoever Szayel had tied to his table this time. And as soon as Verona opened the door, Nnoitra grabbed it by the hair and kicked it far behind him. He moved to the doorway, surprised at the sight.
Szayel's energy was pulsing fiercely in this room. And Nnoitra was proud of himself for maintaining his own reduced reiatsu; it would have been a shame to barge in and miss out on this. From where he stood, he could only see the back of the chair and the large screen in front of it. But he didn't need to see Szayel to know what he was doing. The sounds echoing off of the walls and the man's thrumming reiatsu were enough. He watched the video for a moment, refraining from grunting approvingly at the image of the Eighth Espada sliding roughly over the table as his own hips thrust eagerly to match with Grimmjow's. He appreciated the angle, his eye steadily moving over the tightening muscles, remembering the moment distinctly. He tore his gaze from the recording to move quietly along the side of the wall until he could see Szayel.
He licked his lips. If he hadn't already been turned on, he certainly would be getting there quickly now. He watched the Octava at his most vulnerable, the way he stroked himself, the way he twitched at the vibrations through his body, the way his mouth hung open seductively, and Nnoitra let out a sharp breath, making his presence known.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled quietly. "I guess yer pretty fucked up, huh?"
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Szayel heard the door opening this time, but as it was impossible for anyone but his Fraccion or himself to work, he didn't worry about it. The addition of his Fraccion's screech relieved him instead of worrying him. He would later regret his nonchalance at this and take extra measures for his security. For now, Szayel continued to pleasure himself, his mouth dropping open as he neared his climax. And then, right as he heard the additional noises in the room, he was coming. Szayel shuddered, his hips lifting of their own accord as his release sprayed all over his working hand and chest. Szayel slumped in his seat, his gaze going to where Nnoitra stood so close by. He really was surprised to see the man, but was unable to fully express it at the moment. Or, rather, didn't care at the moment.
Szayel pumped the remaining semen out of his cock and into his palm before letting it drop. He ran this hand up his chest in a slow and seductive manner as he gathered the rest, arching into the touch as he did so. Szayel then brought his hand to his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He let most of it drop into his mouth. Szayel swallowed and licked his lips, his gaze locked with Nnoitra's own the entire time. He stuck each of his fingers in his mouth in turn and sucked them clean, letting out little moans of pleasure from time to time. When he was finished, he rubbed a hand down his body and finally turned off the vibration on his dildo, which had been making his abdomen twitch the entire time for all of its enormity.
"Did you need something, Nnoitra?"
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Nnoitra unconsciously held his breath as Szayel brought himself over the edge, only realizing when he was inhaling deeply to make up for it. The simple motions accompanied by the man's leering only amplified his craving. He held the stare, even though it meant ignoring Szayel's hand moving along his chest, or his fingers slipping into his mouth. He knew that the Octava was taunting him. And he restrained himself enough to appear as if the efforts were less appealing to him than they truly were.
Szayel was playing with fire. Nnoitra had been so worked up from his fight with Grimmjow that he was already preparing his punishments for Tesla as he headed to the lab. But finding Szayel in this position, his desires on display as well as his subsequent handling of them, only made Nnoitra more aware of his appetite.
He took a few steps forward, standing over the Octava. "I actually did," he started, finally allowing himself to regard the rest of the man's body. When his gaze met Szayel's once more, he allowed his smile to widen. "But yer idea looks better."
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It pleased Szayel to no end that Nnoitra had so much willpower and endurance. So much more fun to toy with a plaything that could withstand him at his finest, after all. The results were that much more gratifying this way. Although he had just climaxed, the enhancements he had made to his body enabled him to become aroused very quickly. His interest stirred, not yet fully awake but on its way, as Nnoitra stepped closer. Szayel let his legs hang open enough that Quinta fit neatly between them. The handle of his dildo protruded a good two inches and he let it all show.
"Of course my idea is better. Mmm...but I'm sure you'll tell me all about your little request later." Szayel idly wondered if Nnoitra was there because of Szayel's humiliation and subsequent rape of the Sexta's Fraccion, his lowly brother. But the variables were too numerous for a proper conclusion. The Quinta was unpredictable in some areas. Szayel rather liked it that way.
He pulled on the man's uniform, dragging him down until his face was close enough. Then Szayel kissed him, full and deep, his tongue massaging over the mark of Nnoitra's rank.
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Nnoitra stood between Szayel's legs. He was fully aware of the other man's intentions and he could have very easily gone along with them and satisfied his own needs as well. But he did so enjoy the tension between them. It drove each of his actions, his desire to keep their relationship on edge and impulsive overriding his desire for a quick and lazy fuck.
He made a point of ignoring everything but the other man's face, and when Szayel spoke, he grinned at the words. Before he could respond, however, he was bent over, Szayel's tongue against his own; he didn't fight the low groan that passed into their embrace.
Nnoitra pushed back and he climbed onto the chair to straddle the other man, his hands already sliding up the Octava's chest. His fingers curled around the other man's throat, the familiar territory becoming one of his favorite places to grip, as his other hand threaded through short pink hair, pulling enough to tilt Szayel's head back. He used the angle to his advantage and his long tongue slipped deeper into Szayel's mouth.
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Szayel hummed in approval as Nnoitra pushed him back into the chair and then climbed on. He arched into the hold Nnoitra had on his throat, pressing their bodies together as much as he could. In the meantime, Szayel sucked on Nnoitra's tongue with wild abandon, moaning around it as if it were the sweetest of treats which, in a way, it was.
He let his hands roam Nnoitra's body, tearing and pulling at the cloth that separated them and then running his hands up Nnoitra's back. The smell of blood further enhanced his arousal, which was now starting to come to prominence. A pleasant tingle emanated from his scalp where Nnoitra gripped his hair and Szayel shivered.
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Nnoitra pulled back, tugging on Szayel's bottom lip. He bit down, drawing blood, and the warmth of it was enough to cause a lecherous gleam to flash in his eye. He only let it go to sit back, shifting his hips atop the other man as he bent down to lick at Szayel's chest.
The trace of Szayel's release still clung to his skin. The flavor was new to him, but already Nnoitra was feeling that he couldn't get enough. He moved lower, liberating both the hair between his fingers and the throat beneath his hand, his mouth following the trail that Szayel had left behind. Savoring the taste, he adjusted himself, backing off almost completely from the chair. His fingers pressed roughly at Szayel's hips and his tongue flicked out against skin. He could feel the heat from Szayel's arousal, but ignored it, instead slipping his tongue into the man's Hollow hole, his eye raising to watch his partner's face as his continued his ministrations.
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Szayel savored the pain from the bite. He sucked his lip into his mouth to savor the taste afterward, as well. Nnoitra's tongue on his body had his temperature rising. Szayel smirked down at the man and took a deep breath, allowing his body to be worshiped. When the man stuck his tongue inside Szayel's Hollow hole, he fisted black locks in his hand and groaned, long and deep, as he became fully erect. Szayel's head dropped back and his breathing began to pick up.
He had trained Nnoitra well.
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Nnoitra chuckled against skin when he heard the moan rip from Szayel's throat. His tongue moved deeper, sliding along the inside of the man's Hollow hole with long, slow licks.
He stepped back onto the floor, keeping the connection of his mouth to flesh even as he worked his hakama down from around his waist. Nnoitra's motions were brief and he tried to keep them subtle so as not to take away from the delectable work that his tongue and teeth were doing. When he climbed back over the Octava, he relished in the feel of his naked skin against the other man's.
He pulled his head back to sit up, his hand wrapping firmly around himself. He eyed Szayel as he pumped his fist, his back arching somewhat and a rough groan escaping his throat. Leaning over, his free hand holding him up above the other Espada, he licked at the blood that had sprouted on Szayel's lip, his tongue pushing past into the other man's mouth once again. He kept Szayel occupied with the kiss while he lowered himself, sliding into the slick Hollow hole all at once.
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Szayel shuddered as Nnoitra continued his ministrations. He hardly noticed what the man was doing beyond the warm press of his tongue to sensitive flesh. Szayel glimpsed naked skin with no small amount of approval as Nnoitra licked his lips. His tongue darted out for a taste of both before Nnoitra invaded his mouth once more. Szayel bit down on that tongue enough to add some of the other man's blood to the potent mixture. He was busy sucking this down when Nnoitra did something entirely unexpected.
Szayel's entire body stiffened as pleasure so intense it was almost painful jolted through his nervous system. Szayel's head slammed back, his corresponding cry so raw and loud it hurt both his throat and his ears. He held a shaking hand against Nnoitra's torso, but was unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
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Nnoitra groaned at the teeth biting down against his tongue, the taste of blood only adding to their kiss. He was somewhat taken aback by Szayel's extreme response to his movements, though that didn't stop him from delighting in it. When the other man threw his head back, Nnoitra grinned fiercely, the cry sending a shiver up his spine.
"Sorry," he remarked, though it was clear by his smile and the satisfaction in his tone that he wasn't. He slid a hand up to Szayel's neck, fingers curling around his throat, nails grazing against skin. Nnoitra adjusted. He pulled out, all of his strength on the arm that held him up, his one daunting eye leering down at the Octava.
"I just figured someone'd done this to ya before."
In complete contradiction to his apology, he shifted again, rolling his hips as he steadily slipped back in. His fingers contracted. The next movement was faster, his breath catching in his throat when he forced himself back down. Nnoitra kept up his thrusts, and while they were quickening, he was still moving slowly compared to his usual vigorous poundings. He dropped his head to run his tongue up the length of Szayel's throat, meeting his mouth again with fervor.
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Szayel panted and shuddered, his hand trembling where it touched Nnoitra. It was, without a doubt, the most intense feeling he had ever experienced. Szayel had always known his Hollow hole was a weak point for him, which was why he had diminished its size and relocated it to a much more discreet place. It appeared he would need to make further alterations. As pleasurable as it was, he did not want to nor could he afford to show this kind of weakness to anyone. Least of all the Quinta. Especially when the man found the little present Szayel had laid out for him. It was bad enough when he had access to his reiatsu. Szayel imagined he'd have to use Gabriel on someone without it.
"No one else would dare-" The rest of his reply was cut off by another excruciating moan as Nnoitra pushed back into him. Szayel knew he couldn't stop him without worsening the situation, so he reached up with his other trembling hand and held on to the man's sides as he began to move in earnest. Each thrust tore another cry from his throat. His back arched, and he clenched so tightly around the dildo inside of him that he thought he must have broken it.
Nnoitra's lips on his own gained him some measure of sanity, but not enough to still his voice or his twitching and shuddering body. His cock sat painfully erect on his stomach, each brush of Nnoitra's body against it sending an additional thrill through Szayel's nervous system. He truly would not last long at this rate.
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Nnoitra pulled away to lick his lips, and grinned. He commended himself for coming up with such an ingenious idea, for being able to catch the Octava so off his guard. He dipped his head to slide his tongue along the line of Szayel's jaw.
Perhaps it was because of what he saw when he entered the room, or the gratification he received from forcing the other man into such a defenseless position, or even the simple fact that he was getting off on the noises falling from Szayel's lips, but something tightened in the pit of his stomach and he bit down on an earlobe.
"Good," he started, his voice lowering dangerously when he spoke again. "Cause it's mine."
His possessive desire was soon overriding every other thought that he had. And he sank his teeth into the side of Szayel's neck, his movements picking up at the blood against his tongue. Nnoitra straightened as much as he could without halting his thrusts, focusing on the other man's expression and savoring each moan that passed between his lips. Reaching back, his hand slipped between Szayel's legs, and he felt around for a moment, flashing his teeth when his fingers clicked the small button that had the vibrations shooting through the Espada's body once again.
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Szayel hardly noticed any of the other pain Nnoitra was causing him. His senses were dominated by one thing and one thing alone: the give and take of his Hollow hole as Nnoitra's cock brushed forcefully against it. All other notions were rendered obsolete, including the desire to protest against something as wrong as the words hissed into his ear. Szayel tried. His lips trembled and he started to mouth the word 'incorrect,' but the addition of Nnoitra's teeth sinking into his flesh had his back arching again and his toes curling.
When the dildo vibrated to life inside of him, it was all over. Szayel jerked hard enough that he felt his spine would shatter as he came. Following the most intense orgasm in his memory, Szayel blacked out for a few seconds, his body slumping in the seat as his head toppled forward.
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Nnoitra laughed at the reactions he received, and as Szayel fought for words, his grin widened.
His hips moved faster and he found that he was gritting his teeth to keep himself from panting. It did not surprise him when Szayel came, though the strength of it did. If he had known that he would get this sort of rise from the other man, he would have done this at their first meeting. The feel of the Octava's release against his skin was enough to bring him over the edge, and he pushed himself roughly through the hole to splatter against the chair.
He raised an eye, scanning the other man's face as he reached back to switch the vibrator off. The fingers around Szayel's throat tensed and he lifted his other hand to slap the other man across the cheek; it wasn't gentle, but not as harsh as it could have been.
"C'mon," he started, chuckling deeply. "Fuck, ya really can't handle me, huh?"
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Szayel came to a second before the slap. His head jerked to the side, and he put a hand to his cheek as he scowled. This was quickly returned to his lap once he was made aware that his physical strength was slightly lacking-as was fitting for one in his condition.
"Any such stimulus would provoke the same reaction, you are aware," he replied, his tone dry. Szayel cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. He was putting on a good show, but the truth was that he wasn't all back yet. Subtle tremors ran up his legs, making him uncertain as to whether he'd be able to stand, let alone walk. His arms weren't much better, as he had realized. Szayel vowed that he would complete the Hollow hole alteration before the day was through. Just as soon as Nnoitra left and he was able to walk once more.
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Nnoitra recognized that something was holding the other man back, but beyond that knowledge paid little attention. The words had him smiling fiendishly and he had to fight back a laugh as he spoke.
"Quit bein' a fuckin' bastard about it."
He was still finishing the words when he pushed up onto his arms, his hips moving back swiftly; a shiver coursed through his veins at the sensation, at the feel of cock sliding out of the other man. Nnoitra stepped onto the floor and straightened, squaring his shoulders, glaring down at the immobile Espada. Grabbing his hakama, he started to get dressed, his head cocking to the side as he tugged the white fabric up around his waist. He glanced briefly at the toy still seated inside of Szayel. Bending, he reached for it, extracting it with one rough pull.
Nnoitra eyed it for a moment before letting it fall from his fingers, focusing again on Szayel's face. He grinned. "I guess that's how ya get off though, huh?"
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Szayel's smirk was interrupted by the Quinta pulling out, which sent a spasm through his body. He shivered as it finished, but distracted himself by running idle fingers through the semen cooling on his chest. He could feel some seeping down his back as well, not that he could maneuver enough to reach it at the moment. Strength was already returning to him, but it wasn't enough for him to feel comfortable just yet.
And then Nnoitra pulled the dildo from him and he shuddered once more, his eyelids fluttering. His feet, however, stayed firmly against the ground.
"I am sure you don't imagine I am limited to one pleasure or another," he replied, his voice still a little breathy. Szayel ran his clean hand through his hair and smiled. "Mmmm...but so nice to find someone who might be able to keep up."
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Nnoitra adjusted himself and smoothed out his jacket. "I'm sure ya got all kinds," he started, leering at the other man. "So it must be an accident I always catch ya with just the one."
The second phrase out of Szayel's mouth made Nnoitra grin. Fixing his collar, he moved closer to the chair. He reached down to grab Szayel's wrist, pulling on the man's arm and running his tongue out against his palm. Nnoitra licked between Szayel's fingers before sucking each one into his mouth, letting out a groan at the taste. When he let go of the Octava's limb, he stood upright once more, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and raising an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me ya got attached to me already."
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Szayel's smile didn't waver. Nnoitra might have thought he knew everything there was to him, but that was his mistake.
"Perhaps when you're ready," he said, his tone dry once more. There was time for this and everything else. Szayel would, of course, have to alter his pattern to keep from growing bored, but for now he was quite content with this particular plaything and these particular pleasures.
Szayel allowed the man to twirl that talented tongue around his fingers. He licked his lips at the tightening in his abdomen that the sucking sensation brought on.
"You have your uses." Szayel's legs had finally stopped their trembling, so he crossed them and lounged back in the chair as he allowed his gaze to roam Nnoitra's body.
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Nnoitra ground his teeth. He hated to be talked down to and Szayel was no exception to the rule, regardless of whatever their relationship had become. Looking down at the man, now so relaxed and content with himself, Nnoitra snarled; gripping Szayel's chin in his fingers, he forced the other Espada's head towards him, his own back straightening and making him feel that much taller, that much stronger.
"If ya want to make use of yerself, then give me what I came here for." His voice was rough, laced with the frustration of being derided by the Octava. He bent his head to look Szayel in the eye. "Unless yer only good for a quick fuck."
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Szayel was infinitely glad he had recovered enough to stand as the Quinta hauled him to his feet by his chin. Ordinarily, he might have cut that hand off for touching him so disrespectfully, but Szayel was forced to let it pass for the moment. As it was, he never lost his cool gaze or his smirk, when it came. Szayel snatched the hand once he was standing and then brushed Nnoitra's fingers across his lips. Szayel bit down on one hard enough to hurt, but not quite enough to break it.
"Ah, yes, your trivial little problem," Szayel said, after he finally let the hand drop. "Perhaps I'll hear it later." He licked his lips once more and then moved around the side of his chair, ignoring whatever it was the Quinta was doing.
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Nnoitra did his best to ignore the bite to his finger. Even if the pain had bothered him, it would pass. What wasn't going to go away so easily was his "trivial little problem," and hearing it referred to that way only heightened the Quinta's irritation.
"Maybe ya should," he said, fighting the urge to clench his fists as the other man walked past him. "It'll be yer problem too, soon enough."
He thought back to the other day, when Szayel had baited him against Grimmjow; he thought back to the other night, when he had gone along with the scientist's plan- with the few improvisations that he had made to it. The idea that none of this would have happened without Szayel's input flooded his head and his entire body tightened. "Besides," he started, picking at his teeth to feign indifference. "It's yer fault anyway."
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Szayel halted in his progress toward activating the door into the adjoining shower room at that. He turned his head to regard the Quinta, brow raised.
"Is this about your fight with the Sexta? Or is it, perhaps, about his little encounter with your Fraccion?" Szayel asked, his expression carefully neutral. Ordinarily, he might have pushed things further. However, he was currently still recovering somewhat.
"Either way, I did prepare a few things. But I'm afraid that will have to wait until I'm finished." Szayel smiled and then activated the biometric scanner in the wall, which was tuned to recognize his DNA alone. A panel in the wall hissed open and Szayel stepped into the bathroom. It was a spacious, luxurious place even for its lack of decor. A hot tub sat in prominence in the center of the room while counters lined the walls A shower large enough for many took up an entire wall, its reinforced frosted glass doors hiding several shower heads. Las Noches might have been a desert, but Szayel Aporro was an expert at synthesizing anything and everything he needed.
Szayel headed for the shower without further ado.
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Nnoitra didn't bother to ask how Szayel knew so much about the situation when he had been locked away in his lab the entire time that it was taking place. He imagined that it was one of those annoying Arrancar that he tended to see wandering around with tubes and equipment. Hell, the Octava had enough of them. Regardless, the fact that Szayel was already conscious of the circumstances meant one thing to him: he didn't have to waste time explaining.
It vexed him that the other man couldn't just make things easier and hand over whatever it was he had been working on. And when he watched the wall open and caught a glimpse of the showers, he understood. Szayel's smile only confirmed his thoughts. Following would have been simple. But he had no intention of giving in to any of the Octava's demands, spoken or otherwise. The fact that he was even expected to fall into such a moronic trap was enough to heighten his anger.
He watched as Szayel moved through the doorway, and clenched his jaw. "I ain't got time fer this shit," he barked, the edginess apparent in his voice. He turned to head back out the way that he came. "Bring it to me when yer done."
Now that his cock had begun to stir again, he was pissed, and the only thing that kept him from turning around was his knowledge of the man waiting for him in his suite. He cracked his knuckles and grinned.
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Szayel only half-expected Nnoitra to follow him. In all actuality, he preferred this outcome. Having his weak point exploited had left him shaky and he didn't think he would be able to keep up the facade of control during another round with the Quinta. Moreover, he really did have work to do. After cleaning and redressing, Szayel intended to complete the procedure of moving his Hollow hole's location as quickly and efficiently as possible. The Quinta had grown too confident in their relationship. Szayel didn't like it. This was partially why he had made the man wait. Even though he had the supplies-two collars which had the capability to remove vocal functions, sight, hearing, and smell, limit reiatsu use, prevent both ejaculation and erection, inhibit digestive functions and sleep, trigger the nervous system's pain response on a cellular level; all of this picked and chosen by the wielder who was also the only one who could remove it besides Szayel-ready.
"I'll send them by Fraccion," he called, as he stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Indeed, the Quinta would receive them before the hour was finished.