Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo, meaning it does not belong to me. I am in no way, shape, and/or form claiming to be the owner/creator of these concepts, though I do claim any characters not apart of the original Bleach storyline (such as Aporro[in character, not name]) mine. As such, I would appreciate fellow authors and readers to give credit where credit is due and not steal any of my characters and/or concepts. Thank you, and have a pleasant day.

Okay, so I realized something this morning. There is nothing better in the world than waking up to being pressed against the bare, warm chest of a person you find completely sexy and desirable. Nothing.

Well… I suppose it could be better if I'd woken up and we both were naked, but we weren't.

And I was starting to get the oddest feeling that we never would…

I mean, come on! I had been making passes at Szayel for how long now? And the most he'd ever done was… well, yeah, alright. He had practically dry humped me once, and felt me up another, but for as long as I had been hitting on him that was nothing…

…Okay, remember my earlier observation that Szayel was the submissive one in the relationship? I was starting to think that that was true…

So, if I wanted anything to happen, I would have to take the initiative.

That's it, it's final! As soon as the opportunity presents itself, I am dragging Szayel back to this bed and screwing him senseless!

Oooooooo, that sounded like a really good idea right now… Then again, I was half asleep and I had a shitrless Szayel sleeping next to me. Chances are, when I was awake and he had his shirt on, I would chicken out.

Still, it had been a fun idea to entertain…

"GYA!!"

I jumped, staring at Szayel in shock as he sat up and looked down at his stomach, his eyes wide. I followed his gaze, biting my lip to hold back a laugh when I saw Kohaku standing on Szayel's stomach, looking up at the scientist with wide amber eyes. His little claws were buried in Szayel's skin.

Szayel twitched, "Aporro, get it off."

Snickering, I reached over and gently dislodged Kohaku's claws from Szayel's stomach. When I felt Szayel shudder, something inside of my stomach warmed. When I pulled Kohaku back and saw the little red dots on Szayel's stomach where the kitten's claws had been, I didn't really think about what I did next… I reached out and set my hand on his stomach, running the tips of my fingers over the tiny puncture marks.

Szayel shuddered again, his breath hitching in his chest.

I blinked when his abdomen twitched, then looked up to his face. What I saw made my face heat up.

Szayel was staring down at my hand, lips parted slightly and a blush slowly growing on his face. He looked dazed and his eyes were lidded heavily…

Holy shit… he looked hot…

Still not really thinking about what I was doing, I leaned forward, cupping his jaw with my free hand and tilting his head towards mine. And, no shitting, when I kissed him, for once he didn't hit me. He actually kissed me back.

And, fuck, he was good… He'd never responded before, but now he was, and hot damn was it fantastic! His lips moved against mine in a slow rhythm, making a warm spark move from my lips down to my gut.

Spurred on, I leaned in, and shit Szayel shocked me when he leaned in and overpowered me, and then I was on my back and he was hovering over me, pressing his lips down harder.

Aaaaaarrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaa, this is fantastic… I think we're actually about t—

The door slammed open.

"MASTER SZA—"

"MMEEEEEOOOOWW!!"

"SHIIIIIIIIIIT!!"

I blinked at the ceiling, suddenly very light and cold. What in the hell… I sat up quickly, frowning.

Amiens and Ceillia were standing in the doorway, hands over their eyes. Szayel was sitting at the foot in the bed, face as pink as his hair as he pulled on his gloves and jacket.

"W-wait! Hold on a second!" I reached out for him, but he pushed passed his Fraccion and stood, tugging his jacket into place and zipping it up.

"Amiens, what was it you were screaming about?"

"Szayel, don't igno—"

"Ulquiorra, sir! Something is—"

"To the control room! Quickly!"

"Sza—" The door slammed shut and I was left alone in a dim room with a kitten clinging to my chest and still completely turned on…

Oh, hell no, he was not getting off that easy.

Working my jaw and peeling Kohaku from my shirt, I sat back against the headboard and began to plot the demise of Szayel's (assumed) virginity…

Szayel typed away furiously at his keyboard, trying to forget the incident that had just happened… Though his mind was working in complete opposition of his wishes and kept playing it over and over again.

Waking up with the girl curled up against his chest had been one thing… And an innocent enough thing.

After all, it wasn't the first time she had slept against him, and before nothing had happened.

…Well, unfortunately, this time they'd had that bloody cat in the bed with them, and the little demon had buried his claws into Szayel's stomach.

Okay, he could live with that; he'd been expecting it when he'd made the kitten. Kittens scratched. It was a fact of nature.

Then, he'd ordered Aporro to get it off, and she had. Nothing out of the ordinary there; she usually followed his orders, if sometimes grudgingly.

But for some reason, when her skin had brushed his, he'd… reacted… His hakama had actually tightened.

Damn it, it had been a while since the last time he'd sought 'entertainment' back in Las Noches, and when she'd touched him like that it make him remember just how long.

Aporro had touched him before… and several times he'd nearly reciprocated, but at least then he'd been thinking. This time, though… he'd let his instincts get the better of him. He'd nearly—

Szayel stopped typing for a moment to shake his head and pinch the bridge of his nose. He really needed to stop thinking about her in those terms… Otherwise next time he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He'd end up doing what his body wanted… or, rather, letting her do what she wanted. She was quite forceful, and humans were far more sex-driven than Arrancar.

If she wanted him as badly as she let on, she'd quickly end up dominating.

Not that Szayel really had a problem with that; he didn't care either way—

"Shit." Szayel pinched the bridge of his nose harder, making his eyes water. No, he did care! He did care!! It couldn't happen! He couldn'—

And why not?

"Because she's a human?!" Szayel hissed, twitching when he realized he was talking to himself.

'She's hardly human anymore.' What he assumed to be his sex-drive countered, 'Or have you forgotten that being reborn through Gabriel has cemented her DNA as it is, where part of it is you. And she wasn't even entirely human when Nnoitra brought her back; she has slowly been losing it for these past several months.'

"I still have to use her as a doppelganger." Szayel grumbled, resuming his typing, though at a much slower pace, "And things would become… awkward if we did. Humans expect long-term commitment. Arrancar typically tend to stick to what humans term 'one-night stands'… And, even if there is continued contact, there is no emotional connection…"

'I fail to see your point.'

"Of course you do…" Szayel sighed. The sex-drive focused on just that; sex. The consequences never came to mind… Which was why Szayel rarely let his sex-drive take over.

Still… with this girl pulling the stunts she was, he'd admit it was hard to resist.

Shit, he could still feel her lips and body and it was making him tight again… or, rather, tighter. He still hadn't completely recovered from earlier.

And he had a feeling he wasn't going to for a while, considering the pair of arms that had just wrapped around his waist.

'Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit…'

"Aporro…" Szayel muttered, no longer typing, "What are you…" He trailed of when I nipped the side of his neck.

"What?" I asked quietly, "You think you can just lead me on like that and then get up and walk off? Hell no. Besides," I ran my hands down from his stomach to his thighs, smirking slightly when his hips rolled up, "You weren't done, either."

Growling, Szayel grabbed my wrist and dragged my hand over to cup his growing erection, shuddering and hissing, "Damn you…"

My face was on fire and I could hear my heart in my ears when he rolled his hips up into my hand. "Come with me…" I muttered, wrapping my free arm around his waist and pulling him back towards the room, "Let me try tempting fate again…"

Szayel stood immediately and turned on me, wrapping an arm around my waist and keeping my hand against his groin, "You don't know what you're inviting…"

"Let me worry about that." I muttered, kissing him and walking backwards.

He followed without a fight, kissing back and shuddering when I rubbed my hand up and down on his groin.

When I bumped into the door, I hastily removed my hand from Szayel and fumbled with his jacket zipper with one hand, reaching back and looking for the doorknob with the other.

Pressing close, Szayel reached passed me and turned the handle. Taking advantage of his distraction, I grabbed the front of his jacket and spun around, slamming him against the wall next to the door and kicking it open.

In a confusion of rustling clothes, deep kissing and commanding shoves and grunts, I had Szayel on his back on the bed, closing the door quickly and then pouncing to straddle his hips and resuming kissing him and unzipping his jacket.

Szayel shuddered as the cool air touched his skin, then shuddered again when I started trailing my lips down his neck and chest.

"Aahhhh… Aporro…" He hissed, bucking up, "No teasing…"

"Impatient?" I smirked, nipping his stomach, "What, have you been having wet dreams about this?" My only answer was a hiss and a breathy 'Aaaaa…'. Gut tingling, I ran my tongue from his stomach up to his chin, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

Inhaling sharply, Szayel reached up and started fumbling with my zipper, lifting his hips when I started to undo his hakama. I had to talk him through unhooking my bra, and once he had it off he froze.

Rolling my eyes, I sat up and slipped my arms out of the straps, using my position to grind down on his erection as I tossed the bra aside, a deep moan crawling out from my throat as he rubbed up against my core. And we still didn't have our underwear off, yet…

Szayel arched back, eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth opening in a soundless moan, a deep hiss of air coming out, instead.

I stopped, breathing heavily, and took a moment to stare down at him, "You're being quite compliant…"

Szayel smirked slightly, chuckling with a ragged breath, "I never was good at being commanding at things like this…"

"Good…" I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of his head and forcing him to look at me, "Because I have quite a bit of pent up frustration right now, and I'm not stopping until you scream for me to end it…" When his eyes widened slightly, I smirked, "Time for you to be the bitch, for once."

His eyes flashed, "Is that so?"

I reached down, slipping a finger under his waistband, "It is."

As it turned out, I was a virgin.

And it stung like a bitch to end that state of being.

Still, after the first, second, third, fourth thrust, the pain was almost nonexistent, and by the time it came, bursting from my groin and spreading up through me like a white fire that made my vision flash and my mind stop and restart, there was no pain.

I'd slumped forward and collapsed on Szayel's chest for a moment, panting, then sat up and started all over with no less fervor than before…

And Szayel… Okay, I'm laughing my ass off as I'm telling you this, but as it turned out I was right. He was submissive, and that was damn near putting it mildly. He was also extremely sensitive…

Which kinda sucked, because as soon as we were done he basically passed out.

Not that I was planning on being awake much longer, but it kinda would have been nice to be the first to fall asleep so I could fall asleep in those same supportive arms that had held me when I was sick. But, no… Szayel had passed out and gone completely limp.

Man, he must have been holding back on sex for a very, very long time if he'd passed out like that…

Still awake and unable to sleep, I just stared at him and thought. Thought about how this would change things…

Szayel had never expressly said that it was impossible for Arrancar to love, but I wasn't sure Szayel had it in him… What had happened… was really nothing more than a release of a build up of lust on his part.

As for me…

Fuck, what had this been for me?

Yeah, Szayel was unbelievably sexy, but I'd once told him I would die for him… And I'd meant it.

I'd retracted it when I had been trapped in that endless void, but now that I thought about it… I still meant it.

I would die for him.

And had Szayel been the one who had been injected with the Superhuman Drug and had died… I couldn't imagine what my life would be like after that. Did that mean I wouldn't be able to live without him?

…Oh my god, I couldn't imagine living without him. Thinking about him dying now… Fuck, I was crying…

Oh my god…

I loved him…

I actually loved him.

Fuck, I'd fallen in love with Szayel Aporro Grantz.