Chapter Twenty Eight: Solid Gold Part Three

Nnoitra waited on the couch with a smile on his face for Shinji to finish up in the bathroom. He wasn't about to give up after the look in Shinji's eyes before he had run off to hide. A mixture of defiance and lust that made him hard just thinking about it. If there was one thing he loved it was the chase. Not that he was a patient man by any means, but that final moment, when one's hands reached out for the goal and finally, finally settled outstretched fingers on hot flesh… that was almost as good as what he knew he would get in the end. Almost.

When he heard the shower turn off he leaned back, closing his eye and placing one hand behind his head. Lying on a couch that was most likely two feet too short for him wasn't exactly comfortable, but he was used to being too large for things. And since the couch was right in between where Shinji would be wanting to go when he exited the bathroom he'd have another chance at him.

The bathroom door opened and Shinji walked stiffly out. Nnoitra sat up and grinned, ready to try his hand again at getting him right where he wanted him. To his great surprise Shinji sat on the couch next to him, his back straight, face forward and hands tucked between his legs. If Nnoitra had been thinking clearly, or at all past the fact the Shinji seemed to have come to some sort of decision about what he wanted, he would have been a bit wary about his actions. As it was he let out a little laugh and leaned forward, surprised again when Shinji didn't move away from him. It wasn't until his tongue was centimeters away for that smooth creamy neck that Shinji moved at all. He lifted one hand between his and Nnoitra's faces, still looking forward but now with a small smile.

Nnoitra pulled back and looked at the tiny bottle in Shinji's hand with a frown. "What is that?"

"Pepper spray." Shinji replied coolly and almost laughed out loud when Nnoitra jumped away from him.

"The hell ya gonna do with that?"

Shinji looked up at him, the small smile morphing into one Nnoitra had never seen before, and damned if it didn't make him even hotter for the blond.

"I told ya to be gone by the time I got out. I don't have time ta play games with ya. Get out, or I spray ya in that beady little eye of yers."

Nnoitra continued to back up, hands in the air in front of him. If Shinji had had a knife or a gun in his hands he would have known how to fight back. As it was he could probably wrestle the bottle away from him but he couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't go off. He eyed it carefully and almost shuddered at the thought. That shit hurt. It hurt bad.

"Alright. You win. I'll leave. Jus'… just let me go to the bathroom first."

Shinji shook his head. "Ya can piss in an alley fer all I care, just get out." He slipped his finger over the trigger, his eyes dancing with glee in the half light of the living room.

Nnoitra nodded, eye still on the bottle. "Fine! Just put that away."

"Nope. Not till ya get out."

Nnoitra edged his way to the door and reached for the knob. Fuck, now his plans were all fucked up. As soon as the door was opened Shinji leapt off the couch and pushed him outside, slamming the door shut and flicking all the locks in place.

"I'll see ya!" Nnoitra grinned at the door, feeling the safety of the wood between them.

"Go. Away!"

With a lazy shrug he put his hands in his pocket and walked away. It irritated him to be blind in one eye and he knew from experience that the burning of the pepper spray would have left him completely blind for at least a couple hours. Just the thought made his stomach turn. He'd only ever in his life had one panic attack and that was when he had gotten hit with the spray and the world had gone black. He shuddered thinking about it. No, he really didn't like not being able to see.

Back in the apartment Shinji leaned his forehead against the door and sighed, tossing the empty bottle of pepper spray on the floor. He didn't know what he would have done if Nnoitra had called him out, asked him to use it on him or something, because there wasn't a single drop left inside and he wasn't even sure why he still had it. But it had worked.

After he had gotten undressed the problem of a stiff cock and nothing to do loomed over him. Beating off in the shower while the problem child sat on the couch unfortunately made everything worse. Shinji usually got off on the possibility of getting caught doing naughty things, but in that situation it was amplified. Like he wanted to get caught. He wrapped a thin hand around himself and almost groaned out loud, wondering why he hadn't even been doing this on his own lately. He nearly groaned again when he remembered those fingers grouping him, that tongue delving in his ear, that deep mind numbing voice. It didn't take long to cum and it left him shaking and slightly ashamed of himself. Another oddity that turned him on.

He had been drying off when he noticed the empty bottle in the basket he kept under the sink for his hair dryer. He picked it up and shook it, frowning that it was empty before something clicked. Just because he knew it was empty didn't mean that Nnoitra would know. And the plan had gone from there. A part of him hadn't expected it to work but he was happy it had.

Wasn't he?

With a groan he plopped on the couch and looked at his still full and now cold bowl of rice. Damn it, he was still hungry.

Grimmjow would have jumped out of the bed if he could have, but then Ichigo would have been upset with him if he hurt himself. Again. It pissed him off a little that he worried about upsetting anyone, but he was too happy today. He was going home! He was going home and he was going to rip every stitch of clothing off his Strawberry and fuck him so hard and so long… he didn't care if he pulled his wounds open again, he had waited too long and no amount on blow jobs, however mind blowing they were, could take place of the feeling of being tightly sheathed deep inside Ichigo. He was almost hard thinking about it. Sure there were probably more important things for him to be thinking about at the moment but it didn't matter. He was going home.

Shawlong stepped in the room and grabbed the bag on the floor near the door. "So this is everything, Boss?"

Grimmjow nodded. "It's not like I had to bring a wardrobe with me, Shawlong. Just bathroom shit and some other things."

"Yes, Boss." Shawlong bowed to Grimmjow and left the room, not bothering to close the door behind him when he noticed a tired looking Ichigo walking down the hall towards him.

He bowed respectively to Ichigo and noted the small blush that crept up to his cheeks. The boy obviously wasn't used to being treated like that and it amused Shawlong to make him feel slightly uncomfortable. Ichigo walked in the room and looked directly at Grimmjow, smiling at seeing him dressed in street clothes and standing by the window. He had been wondering lately about Grimmjow's lack of nicotine and he found himself asking, "Why aren't you smoking?"

Grimmjow turned from the window and grinned. "Just don't wanna any more. Got a problem with that, Doctor?"

Ichigo blushed again and shuffled to the window. This was the first time they had been in the same room with the both of them standing since they had fought nearly a month ago. It felt like forever and yesterday all at once. It felt like everything was happening for the first time all over again, only much, much better. Grimmjow's heart swelled and he pushed away from the window, approaching Ichigo and wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. Ichigo lifted his own arms and placed them around Grimmjow's neck, burying his face in his chest. It was almost too much. True they had been intimate since the resolution of their relationship, but this felt so… different.

"Ready to go home?" Grimmjow asked, kissing the side of Ichigo's head and pulling back to look him in the eyes.

Ichigo nodded and smiled up at him. "Yeah."

Nnoitra had just crawled out of bed after a restless night and poured himself a cup of coffee when Grimmjow and Ichigo walked in the door. Grimmjow took one look at him and ordered him to get out.

"But I jus' fuckin' woke up!"

"Don't care. Get out. It's fuckin' after noon anyway."

"Tch." Nnoitra downed the rest of his coffee and grumbled all the way back to his room. Leaving in one's underwear wasn't usually a good idea.

He slipped into a baggy pair of dark blue jeans and pulled a tight black t-shirt over his head before readjusting the white bandana he had situated over his left eye. He wasn't a vain man but he hated that part of his face, if only for the weakness it represented to him. A quick brush through his hair and a check that he had everything secured away on his person, he left the room to find Grimmjow and Ichigo still standing by the door.

"Aw, ya waited for me." Nnoitra chuckled sarcastically.

"Just get out. And find somewhere to stay tonight too." Grimmjow growled.

"Tch, whatever."

As soon as the door was shut he heard the locks slide into place and sighed. Well at least now he had a reason to go see Shinji again, not that having no reason had ever stopped him before. He grinned at the thought as the elevator reached the lobby and walked out of the car with a spring in his step.

Grimmjow turned to Ichigo once he was finished at the door and pulled him in for another hug. He was surprised at himself for not attacking him as soon as they had gotten there, both of them knew Nnoitra standing in the kitchen in his underwear wouldn't have stopped him in the least. He just had the overwhelming urge now that they were there to just hold him. It was so disgustingly romantic an idea but he couldn't let it get to him. He was too happy.

Ichigo snuggled into Grimmjow again, breathing in his scent and closing his eyes as it filled him. It felt so right, being held by him again, though he had to admit that it felt different. Sweeter and dare he say… loving?

"Hey, I got an idea. How 'bout we order a shit ton of real food and watch a movie."

Ichigo looked up at him with a curious look. He too had been surprised when Grimmjow hadn't immediately set about to undress him, what with how much he had talked about it the past couple of days.

"You're hungry?" He blurted out incredulously.

Grimmjow laughed. "You haven't been eating hospital food for two weeks. I want some grease. Some meat!" He stopped and grinned. "Maybe we should get some steaks and cook 'em up nice and rare." He was practically salivating at the idea of it.

Ichigo laughed and shook his head. Things weren't really going the way he had thought they would but this wasn't bad either.

"How about you go take a nice hot shower and I'll go shopping and get the stuff." He offered with a smile.

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes in thought as he pulled Ichigo close once more. A hot shower sounded nice too, but he wasn't too keen on letting Ichigo go yet.

"You sayin' I stink?" He teased.

"N-no. I just thought…."

"Shut up." Grimmjow laughed, bending down to kiss Ichigo's cheek. He wanted their first kiss on the lips to be somewhat special and now was not the time for that. God he was being such a sap. And he loved it. "Just hurry back." He whispered in a husky voice, making Ichigo shiver.

He nodded as he backed up and accepted the credit card from Grimmjow without thinking. He rushed out the door as Grimmjow smiled after him. He didn't want to be gone too long.

"But okaachan, yer not gettin' it, I hate him."

Shinji's mother patted him patronizingly on the head and smiled. "Sure ya do, Shin-chan."

"Stop pattin' my head like that. Uhg, why are ya bein' so difficult taday?"

Shinji had stopped by his mother's to vent after helping Z out with some budgeting issues at the club that morning, hoping that she would be of some help. If he had known that the best advice his mother would give was a smile and a, "Well, why not just do it?" he wouldn't have bothered. He realized in a normal family it would have been wrong to discuss his love life, or lack there of, with his mother, but they weren't exactly what was considered normal.

"Honey, ya know sometimes things get built up and ya need ta just let go. Do it once and get it outta yer system."

Shinji glared defiantly. "Ya realize yer telling' me ta fuck a gangster, right?"

His mother giggled. "Such a dramatic life ya lead. I wish I'd 'a had such stories to tell when I was young."

"Tch." Shinji rolled his eyes. His mother had been married and already had him by nineteen. "I don't want these kinds 'a stories okaachan." He sighed and fell back on his mother's bed.

"It sounds like that's all he wants though. One round. He might actually leave ya alone if ya do."

Shinji rolled his eyes again. "Now ya make sense." He sat back up and ran a hand through his hair, comforted a bit when his mother immediately fixed it for him.

"Jus' be careful and suit up, Shin-chan."

He groaned and kissed her cheek. "Yer so weird."

She smiled up at him and hugged him. "Yeah."

As Shinji walked home, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his back, he rolled his tie up and down as he thought about what he should do. His mother was probably right, most likely Nnoitra was only out for a good fuck and would leave him alone once he got it. And God knew he needed it too, but the thought of giving in so easily made him mad. If, and it was still a big if, he was actually going to go through with it he felt he should play with him a bit more. He always played with his men. He dropped his tie and stopped walking, shaking his head. No, Nnoitra would not be one of his men. He couldn't do that. He hated the man!

He was still lost in thought when he walked up the stairs to his apartment and almost tripped over a long pair of legs next to his door. He looked down in shock to find Nnoitra passed out on his door step. The familiar anger surged when he saw him and he kicked him harshly in the hip. Nnoitra grunted and opened his eye, rubbing the sore spot on his hip as he looked up at Shinji.

"Yo." He said and yawned.

"What 'yo'? Why are ya here? Again?"

"Tch, the happy couple kicked me out."

More anger, this time directed at Ichigo, pulsed through his veins as he unlocked and opened the door, not even thinking about stopping Nnoitra from following him inside. It was real now. It hadn't seemed as real while Grimmjow was in the hospital but now that Ichigo was over there, settled and happy, there was really no more reason to think it wasn't going to happen. That last small kernel of hope Shinji had hidden deep within him that one day something, anything, might happen between him and Ichigo was crushed. He spread his hands on the counter in the kitchen and dropped his head as Nnoitra continued to speak.

"Probably fuckin' the bitch in the living room right now. God that bitch has a big mouth." He said as he sat on the couch. He didn't know why he was still tired but the couch was seeming more and more comfortable the longer he sat.

Shinji grit his teeth and took a deep breath.

"Ya know, I don't mind a nice loud fuck, but not when it ain't me. Just points out I ain't gettin' any."

He sat forward to grab a book off the coffee table when something hit him in the side of the face and landed in his lap. He looked down at it with a frown the quickly turned to a slack jawed look of surprise. He lifted his head to see Shinji pulling off his tie.

"The fuck is this?" He asked stupidly as he watched the tie fall slowly to the floor.

"It's a condom stupid. What, is it too big fer ya?" Shinji snapped, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

Nnoitra stood quickly and continued to stare. "What do ya mean? Are we gonna…?" He stopped and let a grin split his face. "Are we gonna fuck?"

Shinji untucked his shirt and looked up at him. "Duh." When Nnoitra made a move for him he held his hand up to stop him. "I ain't suckin' yer dick and no kissin' on the mouth."

"Tch, what're ya, a rent boy?"

Shinji cocked an eyebrow. "Ya want me ta stop?"

Nnoitra shook his head emphatically as he watched the shirt join the tie on the floor. This was really happening! He didn't understand what had changed but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it. As soon as Shinji's hand unbuckled his belt Nnoitra ripped his shirt off and backed him into the wall.

"Yer gonna do all that yerself?" He asked in a low voice.

"It's not like this is some romantic lovemaking sexual experience. Let's just get this over with."

"Nuh-uh. I said I was gonna show ya a good time." He pushed Shinji's hands away and pulled his belt from his slacks. "Gotta have some foreplay first, ya know?"

Shinji shrugged as he looked up defiantly into Nnoitra uncovered eye. "Whatever."

"No kissin', eh?" Nnoitra said, dipping low to lick Shinji's exposed neck. "Guess I gotta find other way's ta make ya breathless."

"Do ya always talk so much during intimate moments?" Shinji asked, trying to distract himself from the tongue that was slowly licking every inch of his neck.

"Only when I know they like it." He responded before latching his teeth on the top of Shinji's ear.

He shuddered before he could stop himself. He didn't even notice when his slacks dropped to the floor but was acutely aware when Nnoitra pulled him close to his body and pressed their bare chests together. His skin was like fire. Nnoitra kept his hands still, gripping Shinji's upper arms as he switched sides to ravage the other side of his neck. Shinji gasped when strong lips encircled his Adam's apple and sucked gently. It was such a strange, new feeling and he would have been hard pressed to deny that he had liked it. He stirred then, the feeling of blood rushing to his center making his head feel light.

Nnoitra pulled back and looked over his shoulder. "Futon?" He asked, looking around for where Shinji hid it.

Shinji pulled away from him, stepping out of his pants, and walked to the other side of the room, pushing the coffee table out of the way as he did so. He could feel Nnoitra's eye on him the entire time as he laid out his futon and wasn't one bit surprised when a hand on his upper arm pulled him back against a hard chest. They were kneeling now at the edge of the futon, for the first time Nnoitra's hand beginning to stray, slowly gliding down Shinji's arm and bringing up goose bumps in it's wake.

"Ya got lube?" Nnoitra asked, startling Shinji slightly.

"Of course I've got lube, I'm a gay man." Shinji snapped, no idea why he was suddenly angry and nowhere near ready to admit it was because Nnoitra had stopped touching him.

He dropped to his hands and crawled forward to grab a small box near his TV and opened the lid.

"Holy shit. How much lube do ya need?" Nnoitra asked loudly as he looked over Shinji's shoulder.

Shinji looked down at the small bottles and frowned. "There's only seven."

"Ya really need seven bottles of lube?"

Shinji turned around and scowled. "They're all different, stupid. Each one is a different scent or flavor or sensation…."

Nnoitra pulled the box from his hands, momentary distracted as he pulled out each bottle and closely examined it. There was strawberry, no surprise there, passion fruit, cherry and bubblegum flavors, one that offered a "warming sensation", one that boasted an aphrodisiac and a single bottle of regular lubricant. He picked up the bubble gum one to find it nearly empty. He cocked an eyebrow at Shinji and shook the tube.

"Someone likes bubblegum, ne?"

Shinji blushed even as a frown marred his features. "Shut up."

Nnoitra grabbed the warming lubricant and tossed the rest of the box back to Shinji. "This should work."

Shinji placed the box back where he had gotten it from and turned back around to see Nnoitra smiling and shaking his head.

"Does this shit feel weird?" He asked, holding up the warming gel.

"It feels just fine. Can we get this over with please?"

"Hold yer damn horses. I still got my pants on, damn it."

Nnoitra reached down and unbuttoned himself, sitting up on his knees and letting them fall as he kicked out of them showing that he had neglected to put anything else on.

His mouth watered at the sight that greeted him and his stomach clenched. It was beautiful. It was huge and he didn't even look to be fully erect yet. He wasn't sure that it would even fit inside him and the prospect had his legs turning to jelly. He had been expecting long, given Nnoitra's size, but that thick? Maybe this hadn't been such a bad idea after all. Nnoitra chuckled when he noticed Shinji's intent gaze and reached for him, pulling him close and into a deep kiss. His tongue met no resistance as it delved inside his mouth, tasting and mapping everything it could. Shinji let out a small moan before he pulled away.

"I… I said no kissing on the mouth." He said breathlessly but with no heat.

Nnoitra grinned. "Oh yeah."

He let tongue and teeth graze Shinji's shoulder and he reached behind him, grasping his ass and pulling him flush with his own body. Shinji bit his lip and didn't stop his hips from rolling forward, grinding their cocks together as he rested a hand on his shoulder. It was such a delicious feeling with the thin layer of cloth between them. Nnoitra bent him further backwards as his teeth scraped down his chest and captured a small nipple. Shinji's breath caught when the small bud was rolled gently between his teeth. He arched his back and let his head fall back. Nnoitra lapped at the expanse of chest in front of him as he slipped two fingers in the back of Shinji's boxers and pulled the fabric down and away.

"Mmn…." Shinji sighed when those fingers teased his crack before pulling away again.

"Ya want more 'a that, dontcha?" Nnoitra gripped both sides of Shinji's boxers and pulled them down over his ass, brushing the same two fingers over the cleft there.

"Sh-shut u-uhn."

Shinji felt the cock between them engorge further and closed his eyes, not sure whether to rock his hips forward into it or back into the fingers threatening to invade him. It had been over a month since he had been penetrated by anything other than himself and now that it was eminent he almost couldn't wait. Calm down, Shinji. Don't show him how much ya want it. He lectured himself as the pad of one of Nnoitra's fingers finally brushed against his entrance and pressed.

"Ah!" It slipped out before he could stop it and Nnoitra grinned and bit down on his other nipple.

"Ah? That's all I get." He pressed harder so that the tip just barely entered.

Shinji felt his legs move on their own, spreading as his hips tilted back as if begging for more. So much for not showing off how much he wanted it. Nnoitra reached for the bottle of lubricant and pulled his hand away once more, reveling in the small sound Shinji made at the loss of contact. Now that they had gotten into it he seemed to have gone all soft and compliant. He liked that.

Spreading a bit of gel on his fingers he slipped them back behind Shinji, and slowly coated the entrance before once again slipping the tip of one inside. He could feel the effects of the warming gel on his fingers and couldn't help but shiver as it crept up his arm. Both of them moaned in pleasure as the single digit slowly buried itself deep inside Shinji and he leaned forward, his head resting on Nnoitra's shoulder.

"Oh, mmn-ah." He groaned as Nnoitra curled his finger and brushed the small bundle of nerves inside him.

"That's more like it." Nnoitra chuckled as he worked the finger in and out of the surprisingly tight hole.

He added a second finger and Shinji pressed back, spreading his legs further as his prostate was struck once again. When the third finger began to stretch him he thought he might cum; and they hadn't even done anything else yet. Nnoitra's chest was rising and falling rapidly as he worked his fingers in and out, licking his lips at the tiny sounds the continued to pour from Shinji's lips. He pulled back and looked down at him, wanting to test something out a bit.

"Take yer boxers off."

Shinji didn't even think twice before sitting back and slipping out of them, looking up into Nnoitra's heated gaze. Nnoitra grinned.

"Good boy. Sure ya don't wanna suck it first?" He asked, trying one more time to get a blow job. It didn't really matter to him one way or another but he had to try.

Shinji started at him for a moment before frowning and shaking his head. "No." He had meant to say a bit more than that, but that was all that had come out.

Nnoitra shrugged. "Turn around."

Again, Shinji did as he was told and looked over his shoulder, watching as Nnoitra slipped the hand that had been lubed up over his large and fully erect cock. Shinji bit his lip and swallowed hard. That was going to be inside him soon. Nnoitra smiled when the warming gel made his cock tingle and he reached for the discarded condom on the floor. It was going to be a tight fit, but he had only ever found one brand that held a size that fit right. He'd just have to make due like he always had.

Shinji watched him work the latex over his cock, noting that it didn't quite cover all of him. Nnoitra looked up at him, that predatory gleam back in his eye.

"C'mere."

Shinji backed closer to him and gasped when one hand grabbed his upper arm tightly and two fingers were plunged back inside him. Nnoitra bit the top of his ear and let his tongue slide over the outer ridge.

"I'd say yer as ready as ya will be." He all but whispered, pressing hard on Shinji's prostate before pulling out and grabbing his cock. Shinji cried out at the sudden rough treatment and nearly did so again when Nnoitra placed a hand in the middle of his back and pushed him face first into the futon, holding him there as he positioned himself. He placed the head at the entrance and pressed, moaning at the tight fit before it finally popped past the tight barrier. Shinji gripped the bed tightly as he felt himself stretched with each inch Nnoitra began to fill him with. It was too much. Too fucking much.

"Oh God. Oh dear fucking God. Yes." Shinji bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut.

It was better than he had expected, the slight burn of muscles stretched further than they had been in a long time, the feeling of being over full.

"Shit. Yer so fuckin' tight." Nnoitra moaned and rested a hand on Shinji's back to steady himself. He hadn't been expecting it to be that tight.

Twin animalistic groans escaped their throats when Nnoitra moved, rocking his hips back and then forward again slowly. He wasn't even all the way in yet. He grabbed Shinji by the upper arms again and pulled back, lifting the front of his body off the bed. Shinji automatically crossed his forearms behind his back, ignoring when the wrist of one arm clashed harshly with his cast. Nnoitra smirked at that.

"Yer a kinky bitch, ain't ya?"

Shinji couldn't speak anymore but arched his back further and sat back hard, taking even more of Nnoitra's length in him. Nnoitra took the hint and snapped his hips forward, taking him as deep as he could before moving into a ruthless rhythm. Shinji felt like he was going to burn up, or explode, and he gripped his elbows as tight as he could, finding himself wishing for even more restraint.

Nnoitra was panting with effort, the tight sheath around him clouding his mind and making it hard to hold back. He wanted Shinji to remember this. Wanted him to think about it for a good long while and get hard from it.

"Can… oh fuck… can you cum like this?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shinji shook his head. "N-ah… not usually. Only if… nngh-ah, yes. Yes, just like that."

Nnoitra had changed his angle and groaned when Shinji tightened around him. Shit, it felt so damn good!

"Turn around." He grit out, not waiting for Shinji to obey before flipping him over himself. "No, keep yer arms crossed." He added when Shinji started to untangle himself.

Shinji bit his lip and did as he was told, sighing when Nnoitra pulled out of him to reposition them. He grabbed Shinji's hips and lifted them, impaling him once again but much faster this time.

"FUCK!" Shinji cried out when he finally felt the full length buried deep inside him.

He leaned forward, balancing himself with one arm planted on the bed beside Shinji's head and the other still on his hip. He didn't think before sucking Shinji's bottom lip into his mouth and groaned when Shinji's tongue met his own lips. Shinji undulated his body in time with Nnoitra's thrusts, his arms still firmly bound to each other underneath his arched back. The only parts of him still on the bed where his shoulders, arms and head. Nnoitra's tongue licked Shinji's chin before coaxing it's way into his mouth.

He was pounding into him now, sharp slapping sounds radiating throughout the apartment as their flesh met over and over again. Shinji felt it coming, the tight feeling in his belly signaling his impending orgasm. Nnoitra's fingers dug into the skin on Shinji's hip as he angled him enough to strike his prostate with each deep thrust. Shinji cried out again, spreading his legs further and tossing his head side to side.

"N-ah. F-uh, sh… it. Ye… yes."

Nnoitra bit into Shinji's shoulder and let go of his hip and stroke his neglected cock. Shinji's hips bucked at the contact but it wasn't until those teeth of Nnoitra's closed around a nipple that he lost it, cum splattering across Nnoitra's chest and belly. Nnoitra groaned as Shinji tightened further around him, pulsing with his orgasm and found himself barely able to hold back. It wasn't until Shinji let out a small whine that he joined him, burying himself as deep as he could and cumming harder than he had in a long time.

A/N Okay this is officially the longest chapter I have written for SBB. OMG 708 reviews! *sniffles* Thank you all SO much! 2009 has been such a crazy shitty year I thought I'd end it with a bang. Since it's not midnight here yet (Not for another six hours) I made my goal of getting this out to y'all. And thus ends the Solid Gold story for now. We'll visit again from time to time of course, but we have other things to focus on now. Like Grimmkitty and Berry-tan's reunion back home. Stuff is gonna happen thatI KNOW y'all have been waitin' for! And I'll start on that in a bit. I'm hoping to have that one out some time tomorrow for ya. So anyway, thanks again to everyone who has read, rated, reviewed, alerted and fav'd this year on this story and any other one that I have up. If it wasn't for all of you I wouldn't be writing this.

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~Penny