Nel sighed as she tucked her knees closer to herself to keep some warmth against the chilly air that filled the cemetery. Thick, dense fog danced at her feet, and she leaned down to drag her fingers through it while chocolate brown eyes gazed out towards the man standing in front of one of the gravestones nearby. Inky black locks framed Nnoitra's face with his head bowed, his one violet eye narrowed as he stared down at the granite slab. It had been nearly a week since the battle with Aizen, and it had taken constant prodding from Nel to get him here, but she knew that he appreciated it.
A white lily dangled from Nnoitra's fingers as he bent down to place it in front of Tesla's grave, boney fingers brushing his hair away from his face.
Nel picked at the grass near her feet as she watched the lanky vampire for awhile longer before slowly standing to her feet. Walking up to the other vampire, she placed a comforting hand against his shoulder as a sad smile touched her lips.
"You shouldn't blame yourself." She whispered, turning to glance at the other. Nnoitra's pale skin practically glowed in the moonlight, his gaze flashing as he turned towards her.
"He didn't deserve to die like he did. I should have been there to protect him." He hissed back, baring his fangs. Nel only pulled him into a hug, making the raven haired vampire stiffen as she patted his back.
"It was his time, Nnoitra." She murmured as she felt the other's arms close in around her. They had never been close, but she knew he needed someone there, a shoulder to cry on of sorts. Besides, she owed him her life, and she would forever be grateful for what he did. The two remained like that for some time until the sky opened up and thick droplets of rain pelted down around them.
Pulling away, Nel blinked the water out of her eyes as she asked, "So, what are you going to do now?"
Nnoitra brushed a hand through his rain matted hair as he turned his gaze on the sky. Silence wrapped around the two for a few moments before he replied softly, "Honestly, I'm not sure. I talked to Shirosaki, and he understands why I can't go back to the club just yet. Kensei and Shuuhei have offered me a spot on their team for as long as needed, so I might take it. Guess only time will tell."
Nodding her understanding, Nel hugged her coat closer as lightning flashed through the sky. "We're gonna miss you." She whispered, flinching in shock when thin fingers ruffled her hair a bit, and she lifted her gaze to find Nnoitra smiling down at her.
"I'll be back once all this calms down." He muttered reassuringly before letting his hand drop to his side. The pair stared at each other for a few more moments before Nnoitra turned, dissolving into the thick blanket of night, hands tucked into the pockets of his full length trench-coat.
Chewing on her bottom lip, Nel glanced down at the black granite gravestone. Tiny droplets of rain clung to the lily laying on the grass, and she couldn't help but smile.
"He really did love you, Tesla." She whispered into the air before turning to make her way towards her car that sat waiting at the entrance to the cemetery. By the time she managed to get to it, her boots were covered with mud, making her wrinkle her nose as she slid behind the driver's seat. Dainty fingers curled around the steering wheel as she stared out the rain drenched window before turning the key and driving off, wipers on full blast.
The dim yellow from her headlights bounced off the drops of rain as she made her way back to the club, enjoying the peace and quiet. It felt good not to have to worry about anything, to wonder when the next dead body was going to show up, and who it would be. Tousen was dead, and Aizen had gone missing, neither a posing threat for the time being. She knew the brunet would be back, but this time they would be ready.
Pulling into the parking lot of the club, Nel killed the engine before pushing open the door, and making her way towards the front entrance. As soon as she stepped into the front room, warm brown eyes locked with icy blue as Gin tilted his head to the side.
"Couldn't get 'im to come back, ne?" The silver haired vampire questioned in a light tone as he unlocked the VIP room for her. Wet green hair splashed tiny droplets of water against her cheeks as she shook her head.
"He'll come back when he's ready. We can't ask anymore of him," She answered, slipping through the open doorway, "Is everyone else already up?" Gin nodded as he followed after her, the door shutting with a soft click.
"Everyone but our beloved Shirosaki. Although, I don't think anyone expected him to come to the celebration." He stated, chuckling softly as Nel giggled.
"Of course not, after all he has a lot of catching up to do with a certain someone." Nel replied as she pushed open the door that led to the VIP room. Immediately, warm light and boisterous laughter hit her like a tidal wave, making her grin as she gazed at the group lounging around the bar.
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were mixing drinks, the bluenet's laughter bellowing over everyone else's while emerald eyes rolled. Nel watched Grimmjow slid a rather bright blue drink down the bar to Yourichi who was sitting on top of it, her legs kicking out as she lazily plucked up the drink. Next to her Kisuke was having a rather heated chat with a certain pink haired vampire. After all the help Szayel had given during everything that had happened, she couldn't stay mad at the man. Shirosaki had taken her suggestion into consideration and as punishment for threatening her, Szayel now had to deal with Kisuke who would be running the lab as his partner. Nel didn't think the pink haired vampire minded much, the two forming a bond that no one even dared to try and understand.
Halibel was standing off to the side, leaning against one of the walls with her eyes closed and arms folded over her chest. The blonde had gone back to normal quicker than anyone else, but there was something warmer about her. Those once cold pale green eyes seemed to flicker like a candle's flame as they slitted open to watch Nel as she walked into the room, a small smile touching Halibel's lips.
Nel's gaze finally drifted towards the newest addition to their group, jade green eyes light and shining with mirth as the raven haired vampire taunted Grimmjow who was trying not to laugh. It had surprised everyone when Shirosaki had forgiven his brother, walking right up to Kaien and hugging him close, but no one was going to judge it. Kaien seemed to fit well, and it hadn't taken long for the others to warm up to him, especially after Ichigo had forgiven him for what he had done.
Slipping onto one of the stools, Nel couldn't help but feel at home. This is where they all belonged.
One happy, oddly dysfunctional family.
"There have still been no sightings of Mayor, Aizen Sousuke. According to an interview with his secretary Ms. Hinamori, she informed us that the police are considering his disappearance a kidnapping. If anyone has any information on the whereabouts of the Mayor, it is pertinent that they alert the police. Any leads will help, so don't be afraid to come forward. In the meantime, there are still discussions going on who will take over the mayoral duties. We'll be keeping you posted until a decision is made." A sandy blonde newscaster stated as she shuffled the papers laying on the desk in front of her.
Leaning back in his seat, black nailed fingers gripping the armrest tight, Shirosaki's gaze narrowed as she spoke. Gold on black eyes burned with a deep hate for the brunet, part of him hoping the man would reappear so he could rip his head from his body. He knew Aizen wasn't dead. The man was a genius, ten steps ahead almost all the time. At the end, they'd merely thrown him for a loop, making him disappear to recollect himself. The brunet spoke of revenge, a vengeful hate for him that ran deep, and Shirosaki knew he wasn't going to give that up.
Shirosaki stiffened when tan fingers grabbed the remote from his hand, the touch icy against even his own. Golden eyes lifted to watch Ichigo point the remote at the TV that went blank before caramel colored orbs turned to lock with his own.
"You've been watching too much television lately." Ichigo spoke teasingly as he bent down to toss the remote on the glass coffee table. The orange head had moved in with him immediately, not given much choice really. There was no way Shirosaki was going to let the other out of his sight ever again.
Gold on black eyes slowly lowered over the young fledgling's form, drinking in every subtle change that had happened since the last time he'd seen the other. Ichigo's hair had grown longer, falling to the nape of his neck as those obnoxious orange bangs shadowed his eyes. It was the eyes that got to Shirosaki the most, an almost golden hue had melted into the brown like butter on maple syrup, only to turn an inky black when the orange head used his powers. He was still getting used to the multiple voices that rang in his head, the Malkavian Crystal still hanging from his neck. Kisuke had explained that they shared a connection on a level deeper than any blood bond he knew, giving Shirosaki certain perks. He wasn't sure if hearing disembodied voices was supposed to be a perk.
"Are you even listenin' to me?" Ichigo questioned, tugging on the silver tie around his neck, drawing Shirosaki's gaze to his throat. The silver haired vampire licked his lips as he eyed the pearly scar of his mark, the only blemish that hadn't vanished during Ichigo's change. It marked the orange head as his, as did the matching one that lay at the crook of his neck. It created a bond tighter than marriage, binding the two together for the rest of eternity, though Shirosaki would have it no other way.
A soft chuckle sounded from above him, and Shirosaki jolted back against his seat as Ichigo flitted into view right in front of him. He still wasn't used to the fact that the orange head could move as fast as he could, and Ichigo knew it, constantly appearing out of thin air to make him jolt. Pale, black nailed fingers dug tighter into the armrest when Ichigo moved to straddle his waist, the leather fabric around his thighs tightening as he settled onto his lap.
Tan fingers threaded through snowy white locks as Ichigo leaned down towards his neck, making him shiver at the feel of sharp fangs gliding along his skin. "Mmm, still afraid of breakin' me?" Ichigo murmured against his skin, making a deep groan rumble in Shirosaki's chest. The pale vampire's breath hitched when cool fingers slid underneath his knitted gray sweater, blunt nails dragging along the sensitive skin of his stomach. Since Ichigo was a newly changed vampire, he'd tried to give the other time to get accustomed to his new life, though the damn tease wasn't making it easy on him.
"Ichigo." Shirosaki let out in a husky growl, golden orbs practically glowing when hooded honey brown eyes lifted to stare into his own. Ichigo's hands continued to drag up his chest, making him shudder at the tingle the light touch left against his skin.
A devious smirk curled onto pink lips, and Shirosaki was just briefly able to catch a glimpse of those pearly white fangs before those lips were on his own. A jolt of electricity shot through his blood as a slick tongue flicked his bottom lip, and Shirosaki couldn't help but oblige, parting his lips to allow the other entrance. A heated moan filled his mouth as Ichigo's tongue coiled with his, tan fingers gripping his hair tight to tug his head back. The orange head was suddenly hovering over him, sucking on his tongue as he rolled his hips.
Shirosaki's mind swam with lust as his hands lifted to grip leather covered hips, nails digging into the cowhide as the other continued to move against him. If there was one thing that changed when Ichigo had been turned, it was the dark, seductive, and all too sexy atmosphere that seemed to permeate from him. The way he teasingly flicked his tongue against sharp fangs, drawing tiny droplets of blood from the small cut that had Shirosaki's inner animal crooning for more.
Pale hands slid up underneath the other's black button-up, and he couldn't help but moan when the kiss became more vicious, one of Ichigo's fangs slicing into his lower lip before it was being sucked into the other's mouth. Slim hips met his in a harsh grind as Ichigo let his lip go with a pop.
Dilated, nearly black eyes bore into his for a brief second before the young vampire was driving his fangs into the soft, pale skin of his neck. Shirosaki's head lulled against the back of the couch, gold on black eyes fluttering. He'd never get used to the way it felt when Ichigo bit him, the insane amount of pleasure that one action produced, though he wasn't complaining at all. It was that pleasure now that had him giving in, sliding his hands up the orange head's chest to tug the silk tie loose to drop it to the floor next to the couch.
The other's hum of approval vibrated against his neck as he hastily began to work on the small, plastic buttons of his shirt before slipping the black fabric from sun-kissed shoulders. Ichigo shifted, fangs still buried in his neck, to allow him to slip the garment completely off before slowly leaning back, his tongue swiping across his blood stained lips.
"Givin' in so easy? How unlike you, Shiro." Ichigo teased, purring his name, making golden eyes flash dangerously. With practiced ease, Shirosaki lunged forward, burying a hand in the hair at the back of the other's head as he yanked his head back, exposing his throat. A slight tremble worked through Ichigo's body as Shirosaki dragged his fangs up and over his chest, pausing against his ear.
"Che, if you weren't such a fuckin' tease." The pale vampire growled out in a whisper, making Ichigo gasp as his head lulled to the side, silently begging for something Shirosaki was all too willing to give. Sinking his fangs into that delicious throat, he groaned at the heady taste of the orange head's blood that made his head swim. With the change, Ichigo's blood had taken on a thick, spicy taste that he couldn't seem to get enough of. If the orange head was addicting before, he was only more so now.
Ichigo's hips rolled down against his, making black nails dig into his scalp when Shirosaki felt how hard the other was. His dick was straining against the tight denim of his jeans, making it known to the other how very aroused he was by bucking his hips up. The long, drawn out moan that spilled from pink lips had him practically tearing his fangs from the other's throat to growl against his ear, "Bedroom, now."
A slight chuckle from above had burning gold on black eyes narrowing towards the other as Ichigo taunted, "So bossy. Shall I call you master now, hmm?" A dark grin flashed onto Shirosaki's lips as the other crawled off of him, and he lunged forward, slamming Ichigo hard against the adjacent wall.
"To hell with the bedroom, I'll fuck ya right 'ere, my tasty lil' slave." Shirosaki hissed out lowly, one hand wrapped lightly around the other's tan throat as his other hand worked the button and zipper free on those tight leather pants.
Before Ichigo could protest, Shirosaki was already descending to his knees, dragging his nails down the other's tan chest. The orange head's back arched, mouth hanging open in a breathy mewl as completely blackened eyes stared down at him. A coy smirk tilted pale lips up at the corners as Shirosaki tugged the leather over sharp hip bones maddeningly slow, until he released dripping erection that bobbed a bit after getting set free from the tight confines.
Keeping his gaze locked with inky black, a pale hand wrapped around the pulsing length as he flashed a saucy wink. Dragging his hand up and down the heated flesh he couldn't help but grin when the action had Ichigo's head flying back to thunk softly off the wall.
"Nnngh...s-shit..." Ichigo muttered out through moans, licking at his lower lip before white teeth clamped down on it. Those black eyes fluttered closed when Shirosaki bent his head to give the tip a tentative lick, digging his tongue through the slit to gather the milky beads of precum that had already begun to form.
"Mmm, just as sweet as I remember," Shirosaki hummed out before sucking the head into his mouth, only to have his eyes widen when long fingers gripped the back of his head as Ichigo bucked his hips forward, forcing him to take more.
Lifting his gaze, Shirosaki found those black orbs staring down at him, flashing wickedly as a dangerous smirk curled onto Ichigo's lips. Fingers tangled in his hair and suddenly Shirosaki found his head moving, gliding along the other's length. A small moan rumbled in his throat, making the orange head hiss from the sudden vibration, blunt nails digging into his scalp.
Pale hands slid up bronze thighs, reaching behind to cup the other's ass and give it a tight squeeze that had a sweet moan filling his ears. Tracing his pointer finger along that crack that separated those firm globes of flesh, he teasing circled the other's puckered hole. Ichigo's hips bucked in response as that pretty mouth whispered his name, the sound shooting straight to his groin.
Unable to hold back any longer, Shirosaki slipped the tip of his finger inside that tight hole as he swallowed, making the man above him practically scream as toned thighs quivered. "Oh God, Shiro j-just fuck me, please!" Ichigo practically whined, tugging at his hair in an attempt to pull him away from his treat.
A slight scowl formed on pale lips as Ichigo was suddenly pulling him up to stand, nearly ripping his sweater off in his haste before claiming pale lips in a heated, tongue filled kiss. Those deft fingers immediately went to work on his jeans, making Shirosaki pull away from the kiss to give the other a teasing grin.
"Nah uh, I'm not finished preppin' ya yet. Don't wanna tear that tight lil' hole of yer's." He taunted in a sing-song tone, biting back a laugh when black eyes rolled. Ichigo said nothing, kicking his pants away before turning around, making Shirosaki cock a brow.
"Fuck, fine." Ichigo growled out, reaching his fingers back to pull the cheeks of his ass apart. Shirosaki's mouth fell open, leaving him gaping as Ichigo plunged two fingers inside himself, a soft mewl falling from his open, panting mouth. Blackened eyes screwed shut as he leaned his cheek against the cool wall, thrusting his fingers hurriedly in and out. A third one was quickly introduced, and Shirosaki lost it when the orange head cried out in pleasure having struck that special, sweet spot deep inside.
Stepping forward, pale fingers curled around the other's wrist, forcing Ichigo to pick up speed as he rested his chin against a tan shoulder to whisper heatedly into his ear, "Naughty boy, takin' away my job like tha'. I believe a punishment is in order, ne?" With that said, he yanked the other's hand from the now twitching hole, pushing Ichigo's face against the wall as he used his foot to kick the other's legs apart. A soft, pained groan sounded from the young vampire as he used his free hand to finish shoving his pants down, hissing when his dick met the cool air.
Curling his fingers around the heated, overly sensitive flesh, he let out a deep groan as he traced the head along the crack of the other's ass. Blunt nails scratched lines into the paint on the wall as Ichigo wiggled his ass. Grinning ear to ear, Shirosaki teasing pressed the head of his dick against that winking hole, breaching only the first ring of muscle before withdrawing only to do it over and over again.
"S-Shiro...Please!" Ichigo all but begged, trying to buck his hips back to get him to go deeper, only to have his face pressed harder into the wall.
A dark chuckle spilled from pale lips as Shirosaki pressed his chest against the other's back as he nipped at a tan ear, "What's wrong, Ichi? Wha' do ya wan'?"
"I want you to fuck me, fuck me until I can't stand up!" Ichigo demanded, biting onto the pale thumb that was close to his mouth. Shirosaki hissed through clenched teeth as his eyes flared, unable to keep up with his teasing any longer. Snapping his hips forward, he buried himself up to the hilt in sweet, velvety walls that seemed to cling to him. A small whimper sounded through Ichigo's mouthful, bucking his hips back.
"Now who's the impatient one, hmm?" Shirosaki teased, not bothering to give the other time to adjust as he withdrew only to slam back in. Ichigo's entire body stiffened as he tried fruitlessly to arch his back, Shirosaki still stronger than him since he hadn't quite gotten used to things. The mind blowing, blinding, white hot pleasure was something he had to get used to as well, his mind completely blank as the pale vampire continued to pound into him ruthlessly.
"Scream for me, Ichi." Shirosaki husked against his ear before skimming his fangs against sweat slicked skin. Licking that tantalizing salty flesh, he released Ichigo's head, only to have the other arching against him, hips moving back to meet his thrusts. Black nailed fingers pinched a perky, caramel nipple, rolling it around as his other hand wrapped around the orange head's waist, just as the tip of his dick found that special spot.
"Fuuuuuck...nnngh, h-harder!" Ichigo screamed, making the pale vampire grunt as he pulled out, making the orange head let loose a needy whine which only turned into a gasp as he was spun around. Hooking his hands underneath the other's ass, Shirosaki hefted Ichigo up, smirking devilishly when arms locked tight around his neck.
Pressing the other into the wall, Shirosaki braced one arm against the cool plaster as his other guided him back into that moist, too tight heat. Tan thighs gripped around his waist as he continued where he left off, literally fucking Ichigo into the wall.
"Oh fuck yes! F-Faster!" Ichigo moaned, his eyes fluttering a bit as his heels dug into the meat of Shirosaki's ass. Burying his face against the crook of the young vampire's neck, he complied, using all of his inhuman speed, his eyes glowing with the strain.
"Mmm...that's it, right there..." The whispered murmur had Shirosaki growling against Ichigo's neck as the other's nails dug into his shoulders, piercing skin. Blood mixed with sweat, tan fingers gathering some of the mess up before leaning back so Shirosaki could watch him suck on the bloodied digits.
Digging into slim hips with bruising force, Shirosaki bowed his head as he continued to thrust into the other, the dirty slap of skin against skin only barely heard over the orange head's piercing cries of pleasure. When the orange head arched, and Shirosaki felt the first quiver against his dick, he tilted his head to bury his fangs into Ichigo's neck as he rolled his hips, prodding constantly at that swollen prostate.
"A-Ah...Oh God, so c-close..." Ichigo's voice trembled as he spoke, hand weaving into snowy locks, silently telling Shirosaki what he couldn't with his mind in a deep haze. Shirosaki got the hint, biting harder until spicy blood pooled in his mouth. That was all it took for the already tight passage surrounding his cock to tighten to the point of nearly cutting off circulation as Ichigo arched, his head slamming against the wall. Eyes screwed shut, his mouth hung open, exposing his fangs, in a long drawn out moan. Thick streams of warm cum splashed against Shirosaki's stomach, and he let off a groan as he pulled away from the other's neck to smash his lips against Ichigo's effectively cutting off his moan. A few more quick, hard thrusts had him releasing inside the orange head.
Breaking away from the kiss, Ichigo whispered against pale lips, "Nnnn...Shiro..."
Shirosaki watched black eyes dissolve back into the honey brown he'd become accustomed to. Leaning forward, he brushed noses with the orange head, a soft smile curling onto his lips. Shirosaki was just about to help the other down when Ichigo's legs tightened around him. Brown eyes twinkled mischievously as the young vampire tilted his head to the side, "How about round two, love?" An ear to ear grin warped onto Shirosak's face as those words came tumbling from Ichigo's lips.
Fuck, eternity with Ichigo was going to be quite the fun ride.
A small rat skittered across the damp, dirty basement covered in centuries of spider-webs and dust. Stopping at the edge of a large circle engraved in the stone floor, the rat sniffed at it before crossing it. The greasy creature let out a loud screech when the circle erupted with black flames, burning it to a crisp before they diminished. Hunched in the center of the circle, robes tattered and singed as the brunet coughed. Long fingers dragged across the stone as dulled, brown eyes lifted to gaze around the room that he'd wished to never come back to. Fiery red hair and black as coal eyes flashed before his mind, and he could practically taste that black fluid on the tip of his tongue.
Spitting onto the ground, Aizen let out a groan as the stab wound slowly began to close up, screwing his eyes shut. Gritting his teeth, the brunet shakily sat up, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The sound of sharp footsteps had his spine stiffening and his senses straining. No one was supposed to know where this place was, his father had made sure of that before his passing, using his black magic to cloak their family home.
"I never thought I would see you here again, Aizen."
The brunet stiffened as that deep baritone rumbled against his eardrums. He knew that voice, even if he hadn't heard it in years. Brown eyes shifted to the shadows off to the left, narrowing when they spotted that glowing scarlet red.
"D-Draven." He hissed out, wrapping his arms around his stomach when it gave a violent lurch. Another coughing fit wracked his body, making him spit blood down onto the stone floor.
"My, what happened to you dearest brother?" That baritone sounded again as the sharp lines of Draven's face dissolved from the shadows, a wicked grin on his face while his fangs glimmered with saliva.
Swallowing as best as he could, Aizen replied with a soft, "S-Shirosaki..." before his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he passed out, body crumpling into a heap on the floor. Tsking, Draven stepped out of the shadows, bending down to inspect the damage done to his brother while his eyes darkened to a nearly blood red.
"Don't worry brother, we'll fix this." He whispered into the air as he pulled Aizen's body into his arms, swiftly making his way towards the stairs. Aizen needed rest and to heal, after all, there were things that needed to be taken care of.