Complications

Nnoitra turned to Tesla and glared at him even as his head swam with the movement. "Ya fuckin' stupid little faggot. Ya gotta fuckin' ruin everything dontcha?"

"N-Nnoitra-sama… I didn't….." Tesla stuttered, dumbfounded to see his idol sitting half naked in his apartment and covered in cuts, blood and bruises; not to mention the fact that he had almost been kissing Shinji. And here he thought he had come to terms with their past.

Nnoitra ground his teeth and only fought the urge to kill because his head was spinning and it was starting to make him feel a little sick; and even more pissed off.

"I toldja ta stop callin' me that." He bit out before pushing himself off the couch and wondering yet again why he was this unsteady. He hadn't been hit that hard or bled that much, had he? "The fuck's the bathroom?" He muttered, making his way down the short hallway he had seen Shinji disappear down earlier.

This night was so fucked. All he had wanted to do was get a little drunk and then go home. Sure he could have bought some beer and gone back to his place to drink alone but he still didn't have the television from Grimmjow yet and he really hated drinking alone with nothing to occupy his time but his thoughts. Reminded him that he was alone and right then he had wanted very much to be with someone. Of course the someone he had wanted to be with was being a stupid bitch and avoiding him and just when he finally thought he was going to get somewhere with him the grade A idiot fag of the year had fucked it all up. On top of it all he had opened his big mouth and ended up blurting something out that he really had no intention of ever telling the blond, truth or no.

"Sound like a fuckin' woman." He grumbled as he found the bathroom and shut the door behind him. There was no way he was going home this filthy, especially if a free shower was being offered.

"Nnoitra-sama, do you need any help? You look really hurt."

Nnoitra turned and locked the door. "Go the fuck away damn it!" If he was going to let anyone help him, and by help he meant get naked and wash him with his own body, it would be Shinji.

He looked quickly around the room, noting that it was at least twice the size of Shinji's old bathroom, and found a stack of wash cloths. He switched on the tap and unbuckled his belt, letting the thick denim fall with a soft thud to the floor. True to form he wasn't wearing anything underneath and with a quick check at the temperature of the water he pulled the catch, ripped off his eye patch, and stepped under the searing spray. The water stung all the cuts on his upper body and he realized that there were more than he had thought there were. When he put his head under the shower head he hissed but stayed put. Apparently the hit to the head had broken skin as well. In the heat of the moment it could have been a bag of bricks that hit him but it had felt like a pillow.

A part of him began to wonder how they had found him so quickly. True, he had been back in Tokyo for about a month already but he thought he had covered his tracks a bit better than that. He sneered into the empty shower stall and cursed Aizen for giving him that job; cursed himself for being so eager to get the fuck out of Japan. If it hadn't been for that he wouldn't have met Longwei or any of his men in the first place. A part of him still couldn't believe that Aizen had sent him off to do what he had done. He shook the thoughts out of his head and groaned. He didn't want to think about that right now.

Picking up a bottle he hoped was shampoo, he squirted a small amount in his hand and slowly worked it into his hair, his long fingers massaging his scalp, not bothering to be tender of his wound. It took a moment for the smell to reach his nostrils but when it did he stopped moving. Shinji may have had a thing for bubblegum lube but when it came to things he washed himself with it was always one of three things and it always depended on the season. Strawberry scents were for Spring and early Summer. Coconut and vanilla throughout the summer and into Autumn. Mid-Autumn and all through the Winter was a glorious mix of pear and cinnamon. Nnoitra mentally searched for the date as he took in the scent, the spiciness of the cinnamon and the sweet of the pear swirling and fogging his brain. It was only late September but he had switched out his scents. From what Nnoitra remembered Shinji didn't usually switch until his birthday in October.

Not many would have guessed it but Nnoitra's memory was excellent when it came to things like this and with Shinji it seemed even more so. He hadn't and would never forget a damned thing about that stuck up, moody blond; had filed it all away and pretended to be a forgetful moron for reasons he even wasn't sure of.

With a jolt Nnoitra realized he was going to go home smelling like the very man that refused to touch him or be touched. With a quiet groan that surprised even him in it's subdued tone, he rinsed and reached for the conditioner, sniffing through to open bottle before applying it to his hair.

The body wash was a new scent, the only other one in the shower was melon and he knew that Shinji hated to smell like melons, regardless of the fact that it would have thrown the whole pear, cinnamon scent completely off. This one was clove and added to the pear and the cinnamon Nnoitra couldn't decide if he was horny or hungry. His head spun a little and he did his best to hurry up and finish. He wanted to get some fresh air and clear his head as soon as possible. After a quick scrub down with the clove scented body wash he rinsed and shut off the water, grabbing the first towel he could reach and running it over his hair before pulling another one off the rack to dry his body with.

After slipping back into his dirty jeans he took a look at himself in the foggy mirror and sneered, titling his head to the side. It was a good thing he didn't care much about how his face looked because right then he looked like shit worked over. It wasn't swelling too bad but he'd be bruised up for a few days. He ran the towel over his head one more time, slipped his eye patch back on, and opened the bathroom door.

The house was silent and Nnoitra paused in the doorway, not really sure why he was so reluctant to move. With a quick roll of his eye and a snort he walked down the short hall to the living room to grab his shirt and jacket. Shinji was in the open kitchen, his back to the living room and subsequently Nnoitra. He stopped and eyed the blond, his ramrod straight back and tense shoulders, and wondered what the hell he was doing. He reached down for his jacket, trying to decide how to go about approaching the blond without getting hit, he'd had enough of that tonight, when Shinji spoke, breaking the silence.

"You need a ride?" He asked quietly and Nnoitra could only stare. A free shower and a ride home? That was almost too good to be true.

"That'd be cool." He mumbled back. He wasn't sure what had changed Shinji's mood but he certainly wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Shinji sighed and hung his head. "Let me get my keys."

Five minutes later they were in the car and headed towards Nnoitra's apartment, the silence thick between them. Nnoitra had never been one for small talk and he had a feeling that if he said anything stupid, or licentious, Shinji would just pull over and kick him out of the car. Not that he wouldn't go without a fight but he still had no inclination to walk home without a shirt, he had tossed the shredded bloody thing in the trash before they left, and wet hair. In this weather that would be a death sentence.

Shinji kept sending him side long glances and it was starting to drive him nuts. After the fifth one he couldn't keep his mouth shut any longer.

"Ya got somethin' at say, Blondie?" He asked, his tone a bit harsher than he had meant it to be.

Shinji opened his mouth and shut it before taking a deep breath and finally speaking.

"The fuck ya doin' fightin' like that?" He mumbled, seeming almost irritated that he had asked.

"'S'not like I went lookin' fer it. This time."

Shinji snorted.

"The fuck you doin' pickin' me up fer? I'm pretty sure I called Szayel."

Shinji breaked just a tad too hard at a stoplight and Nnoitra could almost hear the younger man grind his teeth.

"Because that asshole was busy, so he called me instead."

Nnoitra couldn't stop the grin. "So ya were worried about me."

"No! I… I just…."

"Light's green." Nnoitra said with a cocked brow.

"Fuck you." Shinji grumbled and stomped on the gas.

Nnoitra couldn't help but feel a little smug at the thought of Shinji running to his aid. He hadn't really thought about anything before hand, his head only clearing after the shower, but it made a couple parts of him swell to know the blond still cared. Even if it was just a little.

It was hell trying to be good; trying to keep his hands on his side of the car and not reach out to the blond. He wasn't very good at holding back and to any outsider it would have looked like he had a serious twitch with how much he was fidgeting. In his head he was fighting back impulses that he wasn't sure he really wanted to hold back in the first place. He huffed out a sigh and looked out the window, shifting in his seat for the hundredth time. This was stupid. He was stupid. All he had to do was reach over and pull the little bitch into his lap and kiss him with everything he had and Shinji would melt. Fucking melt. And he knew it; they both did. So why wasn't he doing it? Besides the fact that the car was still moving and that particular action would cause a wreck. He could always wait until Shinji was dropping him off.

He was so lost in his own plotting that he hadn't realized the car had stopped and Shinji was still refusing to look at him. He turned to the blond, his intent still unclear, and suddenly grinned. He slammed the car into park, thank God for automatic transmissions, placed one hand on Shinji's door and leaned forward, caging the blond in. Shinji looked up at him like a frightened animal but wasn't given a chance before lips were pressed against his hungrily. Finally! Nnoitra's mind shouted, and his hips scooted closer to the center console. Shinji wasn't exactly kissing him back but he certainly wasn't pushing him away.

With his free hand anchoring his weight against the headrest on Shinji's chair he tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth, letting his tongue glide across the seam of Shinji's lips. He felt the younger man shudder and did it again, groaning quietly when those lips parted a fraction and he felt a hot stream of breath on his own. A long fingered hand pressed against his chest lightly before curling and fisting; but never pushing. Nnoitra sucked Shinji's bottom lip between his teeth and pulled, delighted at the small strangled sound he made. He let it go and licked at Shinji's upper lip, the blonde's mouth falling further open and his breath shuddering out.

"Kiss me damn it." Nnoitra husked and to his surprise, and Shinji's, a pink tongue flicked out against his own.

Nnoitra groaned and let his tongue slide against Shinji's loving the feeling of the smaller man nearly trembling beneath him. It wasn't until he sucked Shinji's tongue into his mouth that Shinji actually made a decent noise, the deep throated moan starting in his chest and working it's way up before finally tearing from his throat. Nnoitra's cock twitched to life and a second hand traced along his chest before curling behind his neck and tangling in his hair. Shinji pulled back and looked up at Nnoitra through his lashes, his breathing labored with a slight hitch.

"You… pierced yer tongue."

"Ya like?" Nnoitra asked, not giving him a chance to answer before crushing his lips back down and forcing said tongue back inside Shinji's mouth.

Thin fingers pulled at his hair as another warm hand slid up his chest to copy its twin. Nnoitra let go of the door and reached down, closing his hand over Shinji's hip and pulling him closer. Shinji's foot caught the accelerator and the engine revved, startling him enough to pull away.

"I can't do this." He said, whining when Nnoitra's teeth buried themselves across his neck.

"The fuck you can't." Nnoitra growled, letting his bottom teeth scrape up the side of Shinji's neck.

"Ooooh-ff…." Shinji's head fell back and hit the window with a dull thud and he moaned loudly when Nnoitra reached his Adam's apple, sucking and nibbling on it when he did.

Nnoitra's fingers dug deeper into Shinji's hip and he once again pulled him closer, Shinji's thigh digging into the hard plastic console. He abandoned Shinji's neck and returned to his mouth just in time to swallow another half hearted protest. Shinji's back arched and his fingers slid down to Nnoitra's shoulders, his short, blunt nails digging into the skin there. Nnoitra was in heaven. All he could think about at the moment was pulling Shinji's into his lap and letting the seat drop back so the man could ride his cock like the old days. Granted they had never had car sex before, but that was beside the point.

When Shinji's elbow caught on the wheel, signaling the horn, he jerked away from the man above him. He was panting, his eyes barely able to stay open, and his skin was on fire. Nnoitra leaned forward again but Shinji managed to dodge his advance.

"We can't do this."

"Why not?" Nnoitra asked, still trying to catch Shinji's mouth with his.

"Because I… I hate you, baka."

"Liar." He grinned.

"And we're on the fuckin' street!"

"So?"

Shinji growled and pushed at Nnoitra's shoulders. "We aren't fuckin' teenagers. Yer thirty for fuck's sake."

Nnoitra frowned and sat back a little. "Not thirty yet. Got a couple months fer that."

Shinji rolled his eyes. "Get off me and get out of my car."

Nnoitra shook his head. "Nah, I like it here just fine. Yer finally lettin' me touch ya…."

"You assaulted me!"

Nnoitra's eye widened in mock disbelief. "Did not!" He grinned. "'Sides, ya liked it."

"I did no-…"

He was cut off abruptly when Nnoitra cupped the front of his pants with his long fingered hand and squeezed gently. He shivered and his eyes rolled closed briefly.

"Yer cock says different."

Shinji pushed at him again and this time managed to get him back a little more. He scooted back a bit so that he could sit up straight and glared at Nnoitra.

"Look, I gave ya ride so that I knew ya got home safe. That wasn't a free ticket to do whatever ya wanted to me. I still hate ya, and that ain't gonna change just 'cos ya stuck her tongue in my mouth."

Nnoitra sneered a smile. "I could shove my cock in yer ass if ya prefer."

Shinji balled a fist and punched Nnoitra's chest wound, delighted when the larger man grunted and reached up.

"Fuck you!"

"Damn it, that kinda hurt ya know." Nnoitra grumbled, pulling his hand away to check for blood.

"It was supposed to asshole. Now get out of my car."

"I said, no."

"God you idiot!" Shinji practically screamed, hitting Nnoitra again, this time in the shoulder. "Ya can't do this to me! Ya can't just fuckin' leave me for two fuckin' years and come back like nothing happened." Shinji's eyes were closed tight and he had pulled his legs up to his chest. Nnoitra frowned at him, leaning back in his seat a bit more as the tide of emotions poured out from the blond man and crashed like waves over him.

"I was gettin' better. Things were finally goin' good for me. My business is takin' off, I'm was getting' good up here," he tapped the side of his head for emphasis. "And you just… you just…."

Nnoitra stared, almost horrified as he saw a tear slide down Shinji's cheek. "Just get out."

Nnoitra shook his head without answering. He wanted to say something, knew he should say something, but nothing was working right. He hadn't expected Shinji to be like this. Angry, sure. But this upset? He shook his head again and Shinji growled, kicking out and catching the larger man in the chest, hard.

"Get out!"

Nnoitra reached behind him and opened the door, almost falling out of the car in his need to flee. This was too much for him. He didn't know how to deal with what Shinji was feeling and as much as he wanted to stay and do something, anything, he couldn't. He barely had time to grab his jacket before Shinji shot across the seat and slammed the door shut, locking it before practically throwing himself back in his own seat and pulling away from the curb, tires squealing. Nnoitra scratched the back on his head and sighed, shoulder slumping and head hanging slightly.

"Fuckin' hell." He grumbled as he turned and walked up the stairs to his apartment. That really hadn't gone nearly the way he had hoped. He'd been right in his earlier assessment. This night was fucked.

Shinji made it two blocks away before he had to pull over. After shutting the car completely off he lowered his head to the steering wheel and let it all out. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes but stayed for milliseconds before falling heavy to his thighs. A deep and heavy sob tore from his chest and his body shook with the force. How dare he? How dare he do that to him? How could he think that after all this time that everything would be okay? That Shinji would just let him back in his life like no time had passed? Was the man fucking insane? Now way. No way in fucking hell he'd let that man back in his life.

Through the tears Shinji shuddered as unwanted images of the hated man crossed him mind. Shirtless and covered in bruises and blood. Aroused and leaning over him, his lips parted just slightly as he advanced. He could still feel his lips on him. Still feel his tongue against his and his teeth against his neck. He shuddered again, this time letting it take over his entire body, shaking his down to his toes and back up to his head. Goosebumps stood out on his skin and he tried desperately to catch his breath.

The fuck of it all was that he was hard as a rock and the mere thought of what had just happened made him ache with need. With another pitiful sob he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside to pull himself free. As humiliating as it was to jerk off on the side of the rode while thinking about the very man he didn't want to, he couldn't seem to stop himself. Sure fingers wrapped around his cock and he shivered, his breath catching in his throat. He pressed the pad of his thumb over the already leaking head and spread the fluid around a bit, coating his fingers with it before stroking himself. He moaned quietly, silent tears still dripping from his eyes. Picking up his speed he tried and failed to stop thinking about Nnoitra. About his naked chest pressing against him. About his soft lips brushing his. About his rough hands touching him. About that tongue, that damnable tongue sliding inside his mouth and trying to devour him.

Why couldn't all men kiss like that? Like they were trying to lick out your soul?

"Sh-shit." He whispered, his hips bucking once. "Shit."

He couldn't get that sensation out of his head; off of his body. The feel of that warm metal ball against his tongue was new but it was still Nnoitra. Despite the change in accessory that man still kissed like he always had. Like a demon.

"Shit." Shinji moaned and with one last buck of his hips a single word tumbled from his lips unbidden as he came in his hand.

"Nnoi."

Ichigo sighed and knocked on Shinji's bedroom door for the fourth time.

"C'mon Shinji. You gotta open the door. Otherwise I'll break it down and then you'll get all pissed at me."

Silence.

Ichigo groaned quietly and knocked one more time. Shinji had been in the room for two days now, refusing to answer his phone, and he was really starting to worry. The only thing he could get out of Tesla was that Nnoitra had been by and he could only imagine what had happened to make his friend hide from the world. Not for the first time images of killing the tall man breezed through his head. Just as he was about to give knocking one more chance the front door to Shinji's apartment flew open and Etta walked in, eyes blazing.

"Where's my baby?"

Ichigo jerked a thumb at the door and barely managed to step out of the way before Etta pushed him. She tapped once on the door and whispered softly.

"Shin-chan, baby. It's okaachan."

She waited a moment, the silence heavy between them, before there was a barely audible click and the door opened a crack. Etta gave Ichigo a small pat on the shoulder before she entered the room, shutting and locking the door behind her.

"What the hell?" Ichigo mumbled to himself, wondering why he was there now that Shinji had let his mother in the room and not him. With a shake of his head he left the house and headed home. He had better things to do and he was sure that after Etta calmed Shinji down he would be getting a phone call anyway.

Inside the bedroom Etta crawled up on the bed with Shinji and wrapped her arms around him, cuddling him close to her body as he nuzzled her small bosom. She stroked his thick hair and kissed the top of his head, murmuring her love into his ear.

"Ya can't hide forever, Shin-chan." She whispered.

Shinji nodded. "I know."

"Ya got a business ta run."

"I know."

She kissed his head again and continued to pet him. "Was it that man?"

Shinji nodded again. "Yeah."

"Can't let that get to ya forever either."

"I know."

Etta smiled sadly before chucking him. "I love ya Shin-chan, but I ain't gonna watch ya do this again. So get up, take a shower and get to yer office 'cos yer staff's been askin' 'bout ya."

Shinji gave her a weak smile and nodded once more. "Yeah."

Etta helped him sit up and placed her hands on either side of his face, kissing him on the lips before hugging him tight.

"Thanks okaachan." It wasn't like much had been said, but just being with his mother made him feel a little better. He wasn't back to normal yet, but he at least felt the urge to get out of bed for the first time since he had gotten home after dropping Nnoitra off at his apartment.

Etta pet his hair one more time before standing up and pulling Shinji to the door, opening it and leading him to the bathroom.

"I can do this part myself." Shinji grumbled, feeling like a kid for the first time in years.

"Yeah, but I'mma make sure ya actually do it before I leave."

Shinji rolled his eyes and stepped into the bathroom, turning to face his mother before he shut the door. Etta smiled and gave Shinji a little wave, waiting for the door to shut completely before she turned and walked away. He leaned back against the door for a moment and took a deep breath. He knew his mother was right but he still didn't want to be out of his bed yet. Thought being alone with his thoughts hadn't been helping much. In the hours he had secluded himself it seemed he had relived those two years he had spent with Nnoitra. The reluctant relationship they had together, the amazing sex, the roaring fights, and strangely companionable moments they shared when it was just the two of them.

With a sigh he pushed away from the door and turned on the tap, letting the water warm up as he undressed himself. He looked at his face in the mirror and almost rolled his eyes at what he saw. Good lord but he looked horrible. Dark circles under his eyes, pale face drawn and tired looking. Even though he knew he hadn't gotten much sleep he hadn't realized he was this bad off. He shook himself and pulled back the shower curtain, pulling the catch before stepping inside and under the hot spray.

If only those three stupid words had never been said. Then maybe Nnoitra would have never left. Maybe Shinji wouldn't have to feel like everything was his fault and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe, just maybe, they could be in the same room together; be just as they were before.

He shook his head and leaned back to get his hair wet. This line of thinking never got him anywhere and he had to stop thinking like that. What was done was done and there was no going back in time to change it. With another deep sigh Shinji reached for his shampoo and squirted it into his hand. It was long passed time to move on.

A/N Ahh, sorry about the long wait. I had life crap get in the way a bunch lately and Guh.... lol. Anywho, I hope you all like this chapter. I had originally planned things ot goa bit smoother between the two in the car but I had a bad night and took it out on them ^^; Love you all adn again, i hope ya liked this one :D Enjoy!

~Penny