Okay, so I lied.

This is NOT the "grand" chapter I was speaking of the last time around.

This....is more like a New Year's treat to you all. At first, I was not going to submit this...but after I wrote so much of it, there was no retreating. I really found it utterly amusing that so many of you guys are digging the Nnoitra/Szayel pairing I've spawned. Could it be safe to say I'm starting a revolution here? Well...this is for YOU! Special little segment I've prepared for my reviewers that I love so much.

I DO promise that next my chapter will be the actual update I was planning (still working on it!) and it shall be up in about a week.

I can say this installment revolves around my plot for the fic, but...it is an exclusive spotlight between Szayel and Nnoitra. WORRY NOT: Grim and Ulqui are in here too. Honestly, I do not even know what came over me when I wrote this! I am pretty embarrassed now. Please be easy on me here...my lemons are getting weaker, and I whipped this up in like..two days. I have no beta-reader...so if there are errors here and there, I apologize.

RATING: MA/NC-17/XXX/Whatever you'd like to label it as.

I hope you all enjoy this!

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach!

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Szayel, panting softly, held his arms out to rest his fingertips upon Nnoitra's bare chest. Poor Jiruga was drunk, and was fumbling around a tad bit clumsily as he made his best efforts to kiss Aporro. Damn, that weird scientist was cute right about now. The way he was blushing and making such fantastic little sounds each time his delicate body was grazed; it was madness.

"Aah...please..." he mewed as Nnoitra closed his mouth over a nipple, biting at it tenderly. His dick was already so hard from it all, and wished Nnoitra would just hurry up and touch him where it counts.

"Yeaa...so damn hot, y'are..." the taller Espada tilted his head, causing his long silky strands of hair to cascade over his shoulder "...wanna fuck y'all night long..."

"We..." he gasped from his erection being nudged "...can arrange that..." The Fifth grinned widely and clutched onto his partner's cock in a constricting manner. "A-ah! B...be gentle, will you?"

Jiruga frowned and lessened his grip "Oops..." he personally liked it when his dick was grabbed nice and tight. Without much consideration, Nnoitra assumed maybe Szayel would be no different?

"It's fine...just...like that...yess..." Instinctively, Aporro's body began to grind along with the slower caressing that was exciting his erection.

"Heyy...touch mine too..." Nnoitra whined, rubbing his thumb across the head of Szayel's manhood. "..make it feel nice'n good..."

Szayel smirked, lowering himself to kneel between his partner's legs. "Of course..." he breathed against Jiruga's bare thigh, darting his tongue out to provoke the area. The Eighth appraised himself for being talented when it came to pleasing a man, so it was entirely natural when his mouth made such sensual collision with Nnoitra's long erection. Exhaling in a wavering fashion, Jiruga reclined backward and opened his legs due to the immense satisfaction he was receiving. Damn, this was much better than his last dream. He was certain there was no cock sucking involved, and now, in this one, there was. He froze for half a moment, staring wide. Was this a dream? Where...was the reality? When did he fall asleep?

Aporro moaned, taking the length deeper into his mouth; this snapped Nnoitra's attention forth. Oh, how it felt ultimately fantastic to see and feel Szayel going down on him. His pink hair was pendulating back and forth in precise unison, accompanying his mobility, with eyelids shut just barely. "Ooh..." Nnoitra gasped, reaching down to weave his fingers between Szayel's wispy pink locks. He was truly beautiful like this.

Szayel bobbed back and forth, allowing himself to drool on his partner's dick in order to lubricate it so that he may move with greater ease. Then, he brought his lips close to the base and gradually receded, dragging his tongue alongside the under-most part of the shaft. In leisure, he opened his lovely golden eyes to peek ascendingly at Jiruga. His lips were parted and his head was tipped back, clearly enjoying what was given to him.

"Am I making you feel good?" Aporro asked seductively, rolling his tongue over the salty flavoured tip while his hand slowly pumped Nnoitra's drenched cock.

"A-aahh...uh huhh..." the Fifth twitched, cheeks pinkening, and made an attempt to careen his vision in that general direction. This was causing him to be flimsy, just about. Never before has any sexual experience yielded such results. Szayel was very proficient at delivering oral sex, and just that alone was a deed Jiruga shamelessly desired to keep around.

"Would you like me to...ride your cock?" Aporro maintained a steady grip on his partner's erection, posing himself in an alluring type of demonstration. Nodding, Jiruga extended his arm out to graze Szayel's pretty face. Flushing from the touch, the scientist decided that he preferred Nnoitra when he was drunk. This way, he was sweeter and a lot more affectionate than when he was sober.

Effortlessly, Szayel lined Nnoitra's manhood up with his anal opening and enveloped it inch by inch. Girth wasn't necessarily an issue, as much as length persisted itself to be. Once seated in his superior's lap, Aporro dipped his face to meet with the other for a feverish kiss. Nnoitra groaned and wrapped his arms around his partner's thin waist, sloppily jabbing his tongue around inside of the warm mouth. Szayel's hips rose and fell, lurching into Jiruga's desperate thrusts. Nnoitra's cock, extensive and curved, fondled Szayel's hungry prostate in blissful perfection. The Eighth Espada shook and cried out loudly each time this craving was pacified. "Yess...oohh...Nnoitra...fuck me...p-please..."

When the mentioned Arrancar heard his name being called, this threw him into an insane over-drive. Nnoitra grinned, white teeth gleaming, and swapped their position to where he was hovering over top his partner, who was on his knees. Keeping one hand clasped over Szayel's shoulder, Nnoitra used the other to guide his cock back to where it belonged. Shoving it inside roughly, Jiruga was losing his self control from the gratifying sounds of Aporro imploring him further. His arm was wrapped under Szayel's abdomen for support and he craned his neck to stare at the stimulating, raw, view of his engorged manhood enforcing its way inside of the narrow passage.

After a decent period of time, Nnoitra's orgasm arose from deep within and was minutes closer to bursting out. He arrived at the conclusion to flip Szayel onto his back, in one fluid turn, still pushing into him quickly. A surprised visage flooded onto the scientist's face, pink strands of hair feathering out over his eyes, as he experienced the abrupt posture change. He grasped Nnoitra's hand, cupping it around his needy cock to give the idea of finishing him off as well. Still acting foreign to caressing another man's dick, Jiruga groped it awkwardly.

"It's all right..." Szayel murmured "...touch it like this..." he placed his own hand atop the Fifth's, guiding him along. Not far after he got the hang of it, Nnoitra's erection tensed impatiently.

"Gonna...come..." he warned, clasping Aporro's dick in several fast motions.

"Yess..." Szayel panted "...p-please...come inside of me..."

Biting on his lower lip, Nnoitra sighed heavily whilst ejaculating into his partner; his palm rubbed Szayel's cock vigorously. This was the first time he had ever climaxed, bareback nonetheless, inside of someone. Szayel whimpered bashfully from the sensation of being filled, and his own orgasm exploding. Crying out again and again, the Eighth's erection emptied his inner contents all over Jiruga's hand.

Labored breathing finally became collected, and both parties eventually worked their way into recovery. Nnoitra withdrew himself from within Szayel's confining inner walls and wiped the sweat off his brow. Real or not, that sex was simply incredible. He traced his fingertips in obscure patterns atop of Szayel's soft cheek, attempting to remain alert.

"Yer...s'hot, Szayel...let's...fuck all th' time...kay?" Nnoitra forced his lips upon the other's and then proceeded to pass out in a seemingly uncomfortable angle. Szayel perked his mouth into a tight smile, holding the Fifth closely. He almost felt bad for taking advantage of Nnoitra...

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The feeble and hesitant pokes of sunlight from the window panes were offensive to Grimmjow as he was beginning to become conscious. What happened? He...felt completely awful. (And this was an understatement) His headache throbbed painfully, jolting through his entire frame; he groaned.

"Ugh...fuck..."

"Ah...good morning to you, as well..." Ulquiorra greeted softly, holding what looked to be a teapot and wash-rag. He, himself, was not feeling entirely wonderful this morning...as many mornings before this one. The Fourth was getting used to that now, so it was not enough to be an absolute hindrance.

"What...the hell?" the sexta tried to sit up, but was pushed back gently by his lover's hand. There was a change in the way his green eyes shone. However, his expression was still barren as always.

"Lie down...and take this." Schiffer set the warm rag on Grimmjow's forehead. "It should assist with your ailment."

"I...really fucked up, didn't I?" Jeagerjaques asked groggily. He did remember drinking like a mad man the previous night. The rest of what could have happened, came to him in bits, blurs, and pieces.

"Well...that is one way of putting it." Ulquiorra took a seat next to Grimmjow on the bed, and crossed his legs; he sighed. "I need to get prepared for today's tasks...I assume that yours will not get completed?"

Grimmjow laughed "Ha! Uh...no."

"I see. Well...perhaps, you need to take on some responsibility soon. I cannot pick up for your slack constantly. You are better than that."

The sexta Espada stared at Ulquiorra with bewilderment. Did...he just compliment him? Was he dreaming? He, for once, was at a loss for words. Schiffer noticed this, and poured some hot tea in a cup.

"Have this. It's a special blend, and supposedly works wonders on cases such as these."

Grimmjow turned toward Ulquiorra and shuddered, coughing weakly. "Aah...babe...I feel like shit..."

"I know. That is why I am trying to help you. You need to learn from your errors so that next time I will not have to child-sit you. It is pitiful."

"Ugh...can I at least have a kiss or somethin? Ya look real cute right now..."

Ulquiorra frowned, shoving the tea cup in Grimmjow's face. "Not until you drink at least one cup of this. Otherwise, you get nothing. You should be thankful that after last night, I am even tending to your state of being."

Grimmjow blinked, sipping at the tea. Ew. He did not really like tea. "What...happened?"

Ulquiorra was stationary...not even flinching, though he wanted to. "Oh? You...cannot remember?"

"No. That's why I fuckin' asked..." he growled, doing his best to get through the tea so he could have a kiss.

"Hm..." Ulquiorra brought a finger to his lips "...it was interesting, to say the very least."

Grimmjow's eyes were wide, listening with much attentiveness. "...yea? So...what went down?"

"I was on top." Ulquiorra said simply. He knew very well that this did not occur, but Grimmjow deserved a bit of teasing.

Jeagerjaques fell silent, mouth agape, and he nearly dropped the tea cup.

"W...what?! Did you...just..."

Sounding pretty monotone, Ulquiorra answered "Yes, Grimmjow, I was on top when we had sex last night. You were highly intoxicated and asked me to do it. How could I refuse?" he shot a lustful glance to his lover, so that he could make the statement more effective.

"A-ah...and...I dun' remember that?! What the FUCK?! My ass don't even hurt! Ah! Why did I just SAY that!? There's no way!!"

"Oh, you were so willing too..."

"This...is just fucked UP. How could that happen?!"

"Now, now...do not assume just because I am on bottom with you, that means I am of submissive nature. I let you be on top because I like having you inside of me. Make no mistake...I am very much able to flip you over and have you forget anything about being a seme."

Grimmjow's mouth was just open wide, displaying his amount of shock. He now felt as sick as he could ever be. He got insanely drunk last night, Ulquiorra pounded his virgin ass and he could not even recall this, and today his hangover was intensely horrible. What could get worse than that?

"Amazing. You are finally quiet. Perhaps, this should be done more often..."

"S...shut up. I'm so mad at you right now..." he hid behind the tea cup, not wanting Schiffer to see his blush.

"Why? You asked for it...in many more ways than one. The person you should be angry with, is yourself."

"I knew there was a reason you were bein' all nice to me now..."

"That has nothing to do with it." his irises averted upwards, reading the clock on the wall "...well, I should get going now..."

Grimmjow gulped down the remainder of tea, and threw the cup across the room. "Fuck no! You are not leavin' me here like this! And...you didn't even gimme a kiss yet! You asshole!"

Ulquiorra watched his lover through the corner of his eyeballs "...fine." he set down the tea pot and placed a hand on Jeagerjaques' cheek, resting his lips softly against the awaiting pair. Grimmjow growled, pulling Ulquiorra closer so he could make their lip-lock more intimate. Giving each other a few additional kisses, Schiffer eventually moved out of the embrace. "I've left you some water, also. Drink some of that and obtain as much sleep as you can. I'll be back in to check on you later." he stood up and rubbed the back of his hand against Grimmjow's cheek. "This is the last time I am doing your work. Understood?"

Grimacing, the sexta nodded numbly. "Yea...whatever..."

"Oh, and one last thing..." Ulquiorra whispered "...I was just kidding with you, Grimmjow. You were on top." he headed for the door to evacuate the scene.

"What the FUCK?! I...you fuckin' JERK! How DARE you trick me into thinkin' that! I...hate you!" he waved his fists angrily.

Ulquiorra tilted his head to glance over his shoulder "Hm. I know..." and with that, he left Grimmjow to battle not only with his sickness, but his thoughts as well.

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The beginning of the day crash started for Nnoitra and Szayel. Being careless, Szayel did not awaken until he heard the loud curses and exclamations ejecting from the un-amused Nnoitra.

"What the HELL?!" he moved around gracelessly.

Sitting up forthwith, Aporro backed away from the action. 'Shit!' he mentally berated, feeling his cheeks heat up. "I..." Before he could form an excuse, Nnoitra interfered bluntly.

"Did we get drunk and FUCK each other?!"

"Well...it seems that way..." Szayel's eyes scanned the area, and themselves, thoroughly.

"I can't fuckin' believe this! Don't say a word, damn it! I...I dun' want people thinkin' I'm a fag!" he pointed an accusing finger at the scientist.

"Oh, please. You loved it." Aporro spat, irritably.

"I...did?" Jiruga's face tingled, replaying bits and parts of last night's encounter in his memory "...NO I didn't!"

"Hmp. Yes, you did. I remember now."

"Hey! That's no damn fair! You're makin' that up!"

"Am I?" he stopped for a moment, smiling wryly "...I suppose both you and Grimmjow can sign up for the gay men in denial club. Or...bi-sexual, or whatever it is you identify as. All I know is you both love cock just as equal."

Nnoitra was furious. "HEY! Fuck off! Grimmjow likes cock more than I do! I did it on accident! He...does it on purpose!"

"Do you hear yourself? 'He likes cock more than I do'? So...then that means you do like penises, hm? The truth comes out..."

"W-wait!" he started blushing "...I meant that he likes cocks 'an I don't!"

"Sure, sure...whatever you say, dear..." Szayel sat up, stretching out and combing a hand through his damp hair casually. "Just don't be afraid to come see me again when you crave it, okay?" he pecked Nnoitra on the cheek "...it would be nice to do it sober for once. I hate being the one having to keep track of it all. Your recognition is terrible, by the way."

These statements shut down Jiruga's functions, rendering him speechless. It took some time to realize that Szayel had eventually exited the room, once he came back to this plane of existence. Did...they have sex more than once? Was it true? What would become of this? Too many queries invaded Nnoitra's frame of mind, and it was near-painful. For an act that would commonly disgust him, Nnoitra certainly did not feel much too revolted of it.

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Oops! Did I write that?

So...what do you think? I would LOVE to see some reviews please! Those make me extraordinarily happy.

I am aware this probably isn't the best chapter I've written, quality wise...so do not be overly critical here. I...tried to keep everyone in character nicely, and I believe I did.

I've got some foreshadowing in there...among other things...in case that went un-noticed.

How did everyone like that Nnoitra/Szayel??? -grin- I even added the awkward "wtf is going on" moment. If my memory serves me any justice, I think it was PurpleAvacado who wanted that. So...cheers, darling.

Sorry about all this smut I keep creating. If it's too much, just let me know. This chapter was designed, specifically, for smex...so...I can get away this time around.

My new update should be in a week! Keep in touch! Don't forget to review!

xoxo

-yu