Anticlimactic

Shinji had spent most of the week running between Wank and Solid Gold making the preparations for the Halloween party as well as spending every free moment he had at his mother's with the crew going over finalizations, costume fittings and fine tuning Ichigo's slightly rusty dancing skills. He hadn't seen much of Nnoitra since Saturday because of that but he had been completely surprised when the tall lanky man had walked into his office that Tuesday after he had gotten off of work and told him that he had to go out of town for a day or two. Shinji had been so surprised that Nnoitra had even thought to come by and divulge that information of his own accord that the only thing he could do was stare up at him with his mouth slightly open and his eyes blinking rapidly. Nnoitra had smirked and kissed Shinji almost chastely before standing up straight and stating that he needed to get going so he could hurry up and get back. And then he was gone.

It was Friday now and though Shinji had heard from Nnoitra earlier that day, the man had actually called to let him know he was back in town, he knew that he was going to be too busy to actually spend any time with him. Or so he had thought anyway. He had told Nnoitra that he could wait for him at the apartment but had been shot down when he mentioned that Tesla would be there. The thought of the two alone together hadn't settled well in Shinji's stomach so he was glad when Nnoitra had flat out refused the offer with a biting, "I ain't stayin' nowhere near that faggot alone."

Fortunately though Shinji had finished things up early at work and everyone had decided to take the night off from preparing for the party since just about everything was done apart from cleaning Wank top to bottom. No one was really looking forward to that, even though part of the job had already been done by Ichigo and Shinji earlier, and they still had a little over a week before it absolutely needed to get done. Shinji leaned back in his chair and stretched before standing and reaching for his briefcase, giggling a bit to himself at the thought of actually having to use one in the first place. He tossed a few papers inside and locked it before grabbing his coat from the rack near his office door and flicking off the light.

Shinji pulled the edges of his long coat close around him as he opened the door and stepped out into the dismal weather, shaking his head a bit as he walked to the underground parking garage. Now that he actually had some free time that night he wondered at what he should do with it. Of course his first thoughts were of a long hot soak in the tub followed by warm sake and a good movie but Nnoitra trickled into his brain and the idea of cuddling up with the man and watching said movie was more than tempting. He slid into his car and turned it on, letting it warm up a bit before he attempted to drive anywhere. Really, it was ridiculously cold for late October. He wondered what he should do. Call Nnoitra and invite him over since he was free after all? Enjoy the night to relax by himself?

He actually had a lot to think about since he had last seen Kisuke who had reprimanded him for not coming clean about his past, or even a piece of it, after Nnoitra had willingly told him a piece of his own story. Too much of Shinji didn't want Nnoitra to ever find out about what happened, any of it, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hide it forever. Shinji flicked on the heater in his car and listened as the roar of the fans drowned out the sound of the engine. He didn't even know where to start when it came to it. What was he supposed to do, sit Nnoitra down and just tell him? How would he even start that conversation. "So… I did something bad while you were gone?" Shinji shook his head and sighed. That was a stupid idea.

He put the car into reverse and carefully backed out of his parking space, setting out on the road on his way home as his thoughts continued to mull over his situation. Halfway home he decided that whatever he was going to do that night it was going to be with Nnoitra. He had the option again of being with the man whenever he wanted and he was taking full advantage of that now. Turning the car around Shinji set off for the opposite side of town and wondered what kind of food he should pick up on his way.

Nnoitra had rarely ever felt this violated before. He stood in the open doorway to his shit-hole of an apartment and stared at the devastation that had once been his couch. And television…. The couch looked as if rabid dogs had been set upon it, large gouges and tears in the already thin fabric and stuffing pulled and leaking from the holes like it's innards had tried to escape the assault. Nnoitra's lip curled and his brow pulled together. The mattress had been pulled out and shredded, the frame that held the mattress had been bent nearly beyond recognition. Broken glass from the television screen sprinkled the tatami and Nnoitra realized that the rod he had taken from work had been used to destroy the piece of electronics. In short, his home was destroyed and was no longer livable.

"Fuck." Nnoitra muttered to himself, for the first time feeling acutely sad that he wouldn't have a place to stay. For the first time he had had something that was his and now that was gone.

He knew who did it of course, or rather who had ordered it to be done. He was getting close to Longwei and the fat little fucker had sent his dogs out to try and intimidate Nnoitra into backing off. Fat chance that. If anything Nnoitra was ready to go get the prick now and break his neck but since he had been told not to use violence he did his best at staying rooted to the ground. Only the idea of Aizen's wrath kept him in place as he had seen the man order horrible things for lesser "crimes". Hell he had been ordered to do some of those things and he had no interest in being on the opposite side of them thank you very much. Nnoitra loved a good fight more than most people but he wasn't ready to die yet. He had shit to do.

He stepped into the rubble that was once his home and retrieved a few things; some clothes that had made it through the frenzy without tears or rips, and a couple books he had been reading. He'd never admit to anyone that he liked to read, even Shinji had been kept in the dark about that, but he wasn't leaving without what possessions he could salvage. Shoving a disgustingly small amount of things in his large duffle bag, Nnoitra slung the bag over his shoulder and shut the door, not bothering to lock it. It wasn't like anything left inside was worth a shit.

As he trotted down the stairs he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a quick number, shoving the phone between his ear and shoulder while he fished his pack of smokes out of his pocket. At the slow drawling greeting Nnoitra sucked in a lung full of smoke and exhaled quickly.

"Yo. Let me crash there tanight." he said, looking up at the sky briefly and hoping the rain would stay away until he at least got to where he was going for the night.

"Huh, why?" asked the sleepy voice.

"I got hit and Blondie's busy tanight." he wouldn't have minded going there and waiting for Shinji to come home but Tesla was supposed to be there and he hated that faggot.

There was a loud yawn and a small cough before he received a reply. "Sure. I just picked up God of War III. It's always nice to have company while playing games."

Nnoitra hung up and called a cab after checking that he had enough money on hand for one. His scars were starting to hurt being out in this cold and he wanted to get out of it as soon as possible.

Shinji pulled up to the shabby apartment building and sighed, thinking that he should have called first before just stopping over like this. What if Nnoitra was sleeping already? He shook his head. So what? He'd wake the man up and Nnoitra would be happy to see him. And the giant bag of takeout he had picked up on his way over. Shinji had gone out of his way to make sure he had gotten food that Nnoitra, a surprisingly picky eater, would eat. He felt like an idiot for doing all of this but he had already done it and there wasn't any going back on it. Besides, there was no way he could eat all this food himself. No backing out now.

Shinji grabbed the bags of food and got out of the car, locking the door behind him and walking swiftly up the stairs. It was late and the complex was surprisingly quiet for a Friday night. Shinji made his way down the narrow hallway to Nnoitra's door, knocking quietly. The hollow sound of knuckles on wood bounced off the dingy walls and Shinji frowned when he heard nothing from inside the room. He knocked again, louder this time, and pursed his lips when there was still no answer. He reached hesitantly for the knob and turned, finding it unlocked. The room beyond the door was dark and for some reason Shinji felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He called out Nnoitra's name as he reached blindly for the switch on the wall before he realized that there wasn't one. The only way to turn on the light was to pull the string on the ceiling lamp in the middle of the room.

Huffing, Shinji set the bags of food by the door and stepped inside, grumbling loudly at Nnoitra even though part of him knew he was alone in the room. He tripped over something on the floor and almost fell, catching himself on the small table that held the TV and cursed loudly when he felt the palm of his hand scrape on something sharp. Shinji stood back up and reached up for the string, finally finding it after a few empty waves of his hand above his head. He yanked once, probably too hard, and the room was suddenly filled with the harsh fluorescent light for the bare bulb. Shinji didn't know how to react at first to what he saw. The destroyed couch, the TV in ruins, the refrigerator open and it's contents spilling out and laying haphazardly across the floor. He turned in a circle and tried to take everything in, his heart thudding hard and the blood roaring in his ears. What the fuck had happened here?

With a sick feeling Shinji held a hand to his stomach and realized it was bleeding. He had caught it on a piece of glass from the TV as he had fallen but he didn't really care about that at the moment. Where the hell was Nnoitra? What the hell had happened here? Images of Nnoitra fighting off men that had hunted him down for whatever reason and dragging him out of the room kicking and cursing filled Shinji's head and he closed his eyes. No, the room would be far worse off if Nnoitra had been fighting with people there. And there would be blood. Lots of blood. He knew the man well enough to know that when Nnoitra fought there was always blood involved. Shinji took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, only barely succeeding. He reached into his coat for his phone, not noticing that he smeared a bit of his own blood on the cloth as he pulled it out. He had to find Nnoitra. He had to know that he was okay. He had to stop his hands from shaking so he could dial the damn number.

Shinji took a deep breath and finally managed to get the right number dialed before hitting the send button. He waited what felt like a small eternity before someone finally picked up and a rush of both relief and anger filled him. Nnoitra laughed into the speaker before greeting Shinji and Shinji snapped.

"Where the fuck are you?"

Nnoitra grunted. "Huh, why?"

"I'm at yer place and it's fuckin'... You asshole! I thought somethin' had happened to ya and yer off havin' fun!"

Nnoitra snorted and chuckled. "Aww, ya worried 'bout me, Blondie?"

"N-no, I wasn't! I'm pissed the fuck off is what I am."

"Calm down, I'm fuckin' fine." Nnoitra said, shifting the phone to his other ear.

"Where are you?" Shinji bit out, cocking a hip and folding one of his arms over his thin chest.

Nnoitra laughed again. "I'm at Starrk's. The fuck ya doin' at my place anyway? Thought ya were busy tanight."

Shinji flexed his injured hand and frowned. "Well I'm not."

"Mmm. 'kay. So… what?" Nnoitra asked distractedly.

Shinji's jaw muscles flexed as he grit his teeth and he sighed. "I brough'cha a buncha food, asshole."

Nnoitra seemed to perk up at the prospect of food and Shinji could hear movement and what sounded like a door shut before Nnoitra spoke again. "Ya brought me food?" he asked like an eager child.

"Yeah but I'm pissed off now and I'm throwin' it away." Shinji huffed.

Nnoitra tsked and sighed dramatically into the phone. "Don't throw out good food." he said with a smile in his voice.

"The fuck ya 'xpect me ta do with it, huh?"

Nnoitra hummed quietly before answering. "Bring it ta me."

"Fuck you." Shinji hissed.

"Quit bein' a bitch."

Shinji debated hanging up and leaving the food to rot while he went back home and went about his original plan of soaking in the bath tub by himself. He could hear Nnoitra breathing into the phone, could tell that he was in a good mood and really did want to be with him at the moment, why else would he have driven all the way across town? But he didn't want to interrupt whatever it was he and Starrk were doing. Nnoitra sighed and Shinji swallowed.

"Please come over? And bring me food."

Shinji felt his lips twitch and he did his best at stopping the small snort that wanted to leave him. He shook his head and closed his eyes again.

"Why would I do that?" he asked and smiled when Nnoitra chuckled.

"Cos ya like me and ya wanna see me."

"I change my mind." Shinji's voice was softer now and he knew Nnoitra could hear the smile in his voice.

"Fuckin' liar."

"Starrk don't want me over there." Shinji opened his eyes and dropped his hand to his side as he walked across the ruined room and bent down to reach for the bags of food.

"Yo Starrk!" Nnoitra yelled, not bothering to take the phone away from his mouth. "Blondie's comin' over."

Shinji rolled his eyes. "That's not how ya ask fer things Nnoi."

"Shut up." Nnoitra said more quietly and Shinji heard Starrk reply in the background.

"Why?" asked a sleepy voice.

"Who cares ya fuckin' stoner. He's got food." Nnoitra raised his voice again and Shinji pulled the phone away from his ear.

Shinji heard Nnoitra laugh harshly before he was speaking normally once again. "Ya got enough fer all of us?"

Shinji sighed and looked at the bags in his hands. "Yeah."

"Sweet. Ya 'member where it is right?"

"Yeah." Shinji said at length.

Nnoitra signed off without saying goodbye and Shinji shut to door to his apartment behind him, not bothering to turn off the light or lock it. If Nnoitra didn't care about what happened to the destroyed pieces of furniture Shinji wasn't going to bother either. He was still upset about what he had seen but he pushed it back and told himself he'd get answers from Nnoitra later. He was tired now and didn't really want to go hang out over Starrk's house, the place was too tiny with all the furniture the man had packed into it, but he wanted to see Nnoitra enough that he slid back into his now cold car and made his way back across town.

Nnoitra answered the door with a huge smile on his face and was greeted with Shinji's frowning one. He grabbed the bags out of the blond's hands and set them aside before he wrapped his long arms around the smaller man and hugged him tightly. Shinji grunted and tried to push Nnoitra off him.

"Don't tell me yer stoned."

"I am not, fuck." Nnoitra said, kissing Shinji's cheek and pulling him inside so he could shut the door.

Starrk gave Shinji a sleepy wave before returning his attention back to the widescreen television and the game he was currently engaged in. Shinji wrinkled his nose at the smell that hung in the air before looking back up at Nnoitra. Whether or not the man had actually been smoking with Starrk it was so thick in the air that he wasn't surprised when he noticed Nnoitra's pupils were dilated and slightly glassy. Shinji sighed.

"I need ta use tha bathroom." he mumbled and Nnoitra pointed down the hallway, watching Shinji walk slowly away.

Starrk sighed and set the controller down, rubbing at his eyes a bit and reaching for the large glass of water on the coffee table in front of him.

"Is he okay?" Starrk asked, though the tone of his voice made it sound like he really could care less.

"I'unno." Nnoitra said with a shrug and began to dig through the bags of food Shinji had brought.

Shinji returned to the living room just in time to see Nnoitra dig into a box of fried rice and he rubbed his sore hand against his pant leg. Nnoitra devoured the entire box before Shinji had a chance to sit and Starrk asked if he could have some as well. Shinji nodded and prepared himself to be bored out of his mind for the rest of the evening. Eventually Nnoitra moved to the floor to take his own turn at the game he and Starrk seemed to be sharing. Shinji was drifting off when Nnoitra shouted at the TV and passed the controller back to Starrk, the older man chuckling and shaking his head. Nnoitra looked back at Shinji and smiled, beckoning him over with a crooked finger. Shinji shook his head, sticking his tongue out and grinning when Nnoitra laughed at him and stood, pulling Shinji off the couch and down on the floor with him, setting the blond in his lap. Shinji frowned but was tired enough to lean back against Nnoitra's chest and try to relax. Shinji was falling asleep again when Nnoitra suddenly grabbed his hand and lifted it to his face.

"The fuck happened to yer hand?" Nnoitra asked and Shinji sighed.

"I fell and cut it on yer fuckin' TV." Shinji yawned.

Nnoitra frowned and stared at the hand a moment longer before bringing it to his lips. The cuts weren't very deep but for some reason he didn't like seeing then on the blond. Shinji's eyes snapped open all the way and he looked up at Nnoitra's face. Nnoitra kissed Shinji's palm again before leaning forward and kissing Shinji's forehead. Shinji frowned but closed his eyes again, leaning into Nnoitra as the man linked his fingers with Shinji's.

"Stop bein' sweet, it's weird." Shinji whispered and Nnoitra chuckled quietly.

"Love you too." Nnoitra said, kissing the top of Shinji's head.

Starrk cleared his throat and didn't look over at the two. "You wanna take your turn or are you busy?" he asked and Nnoitra reached out a long arm for the controller.

"Shit, I'mma beat this fuckin' game."

Shinji finally feel asleep in Nnoitra's lap while Nnoitra and Starrk continued to pass the controller back and forth. Starrk finally got tired enough that he stood and stretched, looking down at the two on the floor and letting a small smile tilt his lips.

"You two can take the bedroom if you're going to stay here." he said quietly so he wouldn't wake Shinji.

Nnoitra raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Ya cleared it out?"

Starrk nodded. "Lily made me do it last week. Said I was a grown man and needed to sleep in a bed."

Nnoitra snorted. "Fuckin' A dude. Yer pushin' forty ain't ya?"

Starrk nodded and reached for the remote to the TV. "Are you staying?"

Nnoitra nodded and gathered Shinji's practically lifeless body up in his arms before standing. "Thanks man."

"Just wash the sheets tomorrow if you two have sex." Starrk yawned, throwing himself down on the couch and closing his eyes.

Nnoitra chuckled and walked to the bedroom, setting Shinji and the bed and stripping him before doing the same and crawling in beside him. It had been a very long time since the two of them had done nothing but sleep together but for some reason Nnoitra couldn't bring himself to wake the blond. He covered them both with the thick blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed and pulled Shinji close before drifting off into a restful slumber.

Shinji's eyes shot open to the sound of a ringtone that made him want to smash things. Nnoitra grunted and rolled over, reaching blindly for his pants and pulling the cell phone out without checking the number or even opening his eyes.

"The fuck you want?" he greeted and Shinji buried his face in the pillow his head was resting on.

Nnoitra sat up abruptly and cursed, pulling his pants on and searching for his shirt as he zipped them up with one hand.

"How long's he been there?" he asked, sitting heavily on the side of the bed and pulling on his socks. "Make sure he stays put. I'll be right there."

Nnoitra hung up the phone and stood again, yanking his shirt over his head. Shinji groaned and began to push himself up, not exactly sure he knew where he was and not really caring at that moment. Nnoitra bent and kissed the back of his head.

"Go back ta sleep. I got shit ta do but I'll be back." he said and Shinji grunted as he dropped back to the soft mattress. He could do that. Sleep was too tempting to pass up.

Nnoitra left the room, closing the door quietly behind him, and was surprised when he saw Starrk awake on the couch and reading a newspaper. They greeted each other with a nod of the head and Nnoitra walked purposefully to the front door.

"Gotta take off fer a bit." Nnoitra said and Starrk nodded again. "Leavin' Shinji here ta sleep."

"Okay." Starrk said, not sounding bothered by that information in the least.

It took Nnoitra twenty minutes to get where he needed to be and he greeted the man that had called him with the information quietly. Nakeem pointed to the small house across the street from them and then to the three men standing out in front of it.

"There's two more in the back but he's been in there all night." Nakeem said and Nnoitra nodded, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Ya got someone ta take care'a the grunts? We gotta do this with as little violence as possible ya know?" Nnoitra's lips curled at the thought but he didn't say anything more on the matter.

Nakeem nodded. "Pistols are filled with blanks but I've got three men for each of his."

"Good" Nnoitra said, reaching out for the gun Nakeem suddenly produced for him. "Let's get this the fuck over with, ne?"

It reminded Nnoitra of a cop movie, guys swarming from nowhere and surrounding the men that guarded the house that Longwei was supposed to be resting in. The guards gave in, unable to move with guns in their faces, and Nnoitra walked in the front door, slamming it behind him to announce his presence. Longwei came rushing out of the bedroom, speaking rapidly in Chinese and stopping abruptly when he saw Nnoitra standing in his living room with a gun in his hand.

"Yer pretty fuckin' stupid, ya know that? Ain't even got grunts in here with ya? What kinda gang lord are ya?

"How did you…?"

"I ain't supposed ta shoot ya, but I got an itchy finger so shut the fuck up. You been avoidin' Aizen and he don't fuckin' like that. Ya come with me nice and quiet and I won't blow a hole in that fat face'a yers, ne?"

"You think I'm an unarmed man?" Longwei, short, portly and darkly tanned, reached into the pocket of his thin robe for his weapon and Nnoitra pulled the trigger of his own gun, watching with satisfaction as the bullet missed one of Longwei's feet by millimeters.

"I toldja ta shut the fuck up."

Longwei gulped and the front door opened. Both men stiffened but Nnoitra's shoulders relaxed marginally when he heard the voice behind him.

"Thank you, Nnoitra. You did very well. Not a scratch on anyone." Aizen's smooth voice trickled into the room and Longwei put his hands up in front of him.

"I… I… I…."

Aizen walked into the house, his footsteps loud against the hardwood floor, and said quietly, "Shut the door, Ulquiorra."

Nnoitra's lip curled and he placed the gun in the back of his pants. Aizen walked to Nnoitra's side but kept his eyes on Longwei.

"You may stay or leave, Nnoitra. Your job here is done either way." Aizen said and Ulquiorra appeared at his other side.

Nnoitra grunted and turned. He didn't want to know what was going to happen. He was happy that his job was finally done and he could finally give living a normal life a try again. He walked to the door and opened it, slamming it shut behind him as he left. It felt wrong to end things this way but he shook his head and tried to ignore the empty feeling the entire encounter left in his gut. He missed fighting. The men outside were all being shoved into vans and driven away, the others that had come to help were already drifting back into the darkness they called home. Nakeem nodded to Nnoitra before getting into a car that looked far too small to fit his body and Nnoitra shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked back to Starrk's apartment.

Starrk was still awake but Shinji was still sleeping and Nnoitra took a moment to sit on the couch with the man. Starrk handed Nnoitra steaming cup of coffee and smiled.

"I just poured it." Starrk said and Nnoitra drank deeply, before reaching back and pulling the gun out of his pants.

"I need ya ta hide that till Shinji leaves." he said, looking at the bedroom door to make sure Shinji was at least still in the room.

Starrk looked at the pistol and back to Nnoitra before reaching out and taking it out of his outstretched hand. "You didn't shoot anyone did you?" Starrk asked casually and Nnoitra grunted.

"I wish." he said under his breath and downed the rest of the coffee before standing and leaving the room.

Starrk stood as well, setting the gun in a locked drawer before grabbing his wallet and keys off the table. "Lock up when you two are finished." he said before walking out the front door without a backwards glance. Nnoitra grinned and shook his head.

Shinji was still laying face first on the bed, the covers had been pushed back so that the top of his ass was showing and Nnoitra smiled to himself as he stripped once more and crawled back into bed with Shinji. Shinji muttered something in his sleep and Nnoitra grinned, pulling Shinji close and waiting to see if the blond kept talking. Shinji smacked his lips and furrowed his brow before relaxing and muttering something else. Nnoitra pressed his lips against Shinji's ear and whispered, "What?"

"No."

Nnoitra smirked. "No what?"

"… said no more."

Nnoitra waited as Shinji frowned and licked his lips, trying to roll away from Nnoitra.

"No more, Szayel."

Nnoitra's grin faded instantly and his eye narrowed to a glare. Why the hell was Shinji dreaming about that man?

"No more what?" he pressed and Shinji whined, curling his body into Nnoitra's.

"No more movies."

Nnoitra continued to glare, not understanding what Shinji meant by that, but he could tell that Shinji was starting to stir. The blond pressed the flat of his hand against Nnoitra's bare chest and a small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"Mmm… Nnoi." Shinji whispered, and rolled closer to press his lips against Nnoitra's pectoral.

Nnoitra grabbed Shinji's hand and pulled it from his chest, hoping to wake the blond enough to figure out what the hell he had been dreaming about. Part of him knew it was stupid to be upset over a dream -choosing the word "upset" over jealous deliberately- but he really couldn't help himself. Shinji's tongue peeked out and he licked at the slightly salty skin, flexing the fingers of the hand Nnoitra was clutching. Shinji began to spread small kisses over the skin and Nnoitra slowly let his grip loosen. He couldn't resist Shinji when he did things like this without being goaded into it or drunk. Shinji's hand went back to Nnoitra's chest and he began to play gently with one of his nipples as he teeth scraped over a prominent collar bone. Nnoitra sucked in a breath and decided questions could wait for later. He rolled Shinji onto his back and took charge, bringing their mouths together and letting their tongues tangle and taste. Shinji's hands slid up Nnoitra's chest as they kissed and twined behind the man's neck. His hips rolled up and Nnoitra hummed quietly as he spread Shinji's legs and settled between them.

Shinji pulled away from the kiss and took a deep breath before he turned his head and sank his teeth into Nnoitra's bony shoulder. Nnoitra's hands were on either side of Shinji's hips and he lifted the blond off the bed as he ground their cocks together. Shinji let out a small moan and whispered Nnoitra's name against his skin. Nnoitra licked Shinji's neck and pressed their centers together once more, one of his hands moving to caress the cleft of Shinji's ass. Shinji spread his legs further and wrapped one of them around Nnoitra's hip, swiveling his own hips to create more friction. Nnoitra grabbed his cock and pressed it to Shinji's entrance, rubbing the head against it and spreading the precum that had gathered there over the twitching hole. Shinji sucked in a breath and shook his head, biting his lip and furrowing his brow.

"Fuck." Nnoitra grunted, pushing himself up on one arm and looking around the room quickly. Starrk had a night stand and Nnoitra hoped there was something he could use in there.

Luck held out and there was a small bottle of hand lotion sitting on top of an old book in the top drawer. Nnoitra grabbed it out and squirted a small amount in his hand, slathering it over his cock and tossing the bottle aside. Shinji was moving beneath him, rocking his hips and begging silently for Nnoitra to hurry things up. Nnoitra licked his lips and pressed himself once more to Shinji, this time pushing the tip passed the tight muscle there. Shinji gasped quietly and lifted his other leg, wrapping that one around Nnoitra's other hip and crossed his legs at the ankles. Nnoitra closed his eye and sank deeper inside Shinji, his breath hissing out when he was finally seated snuggly in. Shinji whined and kissed Nnoitra's shoulder again, letting teeth and the metal of his tongue ring scrape against the skin before he sought out Nnoitra's mouth.

With both hands on Shinji's hips Nnoitra began to move, rocking his hips and pulling out halfway before gliding back in. Shinji met his slow thrusts with gentle twitches of his hips but soon found that it wasn't nearly enough. His fingers pulled at Nnoitra's hair and he bucked his hips, mewling out Nnoitra's name when the larger man slammed forward into him. Nnoitra shifted his angle and almost laughed when Shinji cried out, his head arching back and his hands leaving Nnoitra's neck in favor of grabbing at the wrought iron headboard above their heads. Nnoitra quickened his pace, spurred on by the sounds that Shinji was making for him. He let go of Shinji's hips and levered himself on the bed, snapping his own hips forward and groaning when Shinji arched his back and nearly screamed. Long legs tightened around Nnoitra's hips and with a short series of rapid, hard thrusts, Shinji moaned loudly and came, milking an orgasm from Nnoitra as his muscles tightened around Nnoitra's cock.

Panting heavily, Nnoitra fell on top of Shinji's trembling form and kissed the side of his head sloppily. Shinji grinned and let go of the headboard in favor of running his fingers through Nnoitra's long hair. Slowly they caught their breaths and Nnoitra moved, sliding out of Shinji and falling to his side on the bed next to the blond. Shinji curled into Nnoitra and sighed, kissing his chest a few times as his own heart rate finally returned to normal. Nnoitra took a deep breath and pushed his hair out of his face, noticing that Shinji had finally opened his eyes and was looking up at him sleepily. Nnoitra wanted to say something, felt the words on the tip of his tongue, but they seemed to stick there. He cleared his throat and tried again, this time managing to speak but saying nothing anywhere near what he had wanted to say.

"The fuck you dreamin' 'bout Szayel for?"

A/N *evil laughter* So, for those of you that tried to guess in the last chapter about who the kidnapper what, it was Tousen. More questions and answers int eh next chapter. Actually, a lot of questions and answer :D FINALLY~~ Anywho... I'd REALLY like to hear from you guys about what you think and thanks so much for reading. Also *ahem* CLIFFHANGER~~~~~~ Mwahahahahahahhahah~

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~Penny