I'm so sorry! This should've been up ages ago! I swear, writing this chapter was so frustrating! I wanted to finish it, but then I had absolutely no inspiration! UGH! I even had the outline done!? SO today I decided, I am going to write this motherfucker even if I have to sit here all day. I won't write anything else before I finish it!

And I did it, yay! And after a while I just had to stop because of my NnoiTes feels!? I liked writing the end so much! SO much! Just asdfghjkkl NNoiTes feels!

Okay... I'm going to stop fangirling now and let you read the last chapter of 'You're Mine'. Enjoy.

Please let me know what you think! (I don't care if you say someone is occ or it just sucks, okay? Bring It On!)

Chapter 3

It had been two days. Two excruciating days. Nnoitra hadn't called, Nnoitra hadn't come back... no fricking nothing. For all Tesla knew he could be dead. Or with Grimmjow. And, his mental sanity was about to fall off a cliff (along with his health, apparently). He had pretty much collapsed on the apartment floor after coming home from Insanity, Yylfordt's bar. Sore throat, high fever, runny nose, his body feeling like it took a beating… He had a cold, and couldn't be more tired of being in bed. 'Screw it!' He'd told Yylfordt he should be able to start at the bar by now and his fever wasn't that high at the moment so he should be okay if he just took an aspirin.

Tesla threw his covers off his body and jumped out of bed. 'What the…' His head felt heavy and for a moment he only saw black. Kneeling on the floor, bent over himself, Tesla supported his weight with his arms, starring down at the floor.

"What the hell was that?" He muttered to himself. 'Guess he was a little sicker than he thought. Still, it was just going to be a few hours, he would be fine. Slowly, Tesla rose to his feet and went to the bathroom.

…

"You okay man?" Grimmjow asked for the third time that day.

"I'm fine." Nnoitra sneered.

Grimmjow parked the car in the parking lot two blocks away from their favorite bar.

Man he should've gone home by now. He knew he had to but…. That thing with Tesla had just made a mess of his thoughts and every time he started to think about it, he just felt like someone was stabbing him in the stomach and the only way to make that feeling stop was to drink, drink and drink. But it didn't really stop it, though, it just numbed the feeling.

He wasn't sure of what to do or think anymore, but whatever happened he had to go home tonight, crashing at Grimmjow's had seemed like a good idea but in the end it would probably backfire with Tesla and everything.

Nnoitra sighed. He needed a drink before he did or said anything to anyone.

Nnoitra kicked the black Mercedes' door open and jumped to the concrete. Slamming the door shut behind him, he waited for the beep signaling the car was locked and started walking to the bar. The bar they always went to was owned by Grimmjow's boyfriend and his brother. It was a pretty good place, and the drinks were good. They had this table for them, always the same, the best, at a corner from where you could see everything. It was exclusively for them, no one else could sit there. Not that anyone dared, he smirked to himself. In that neighborhood, everyone knew who they worked for and everyone knew better than to piss them off. Common sense, you know?

Grimmjow had finally caught up with him "You can tell me if something's wrong, you know. I've been there too, you know? You fought with him, didn't you?"

Nnoitra grunted and asked "How did you know?"

Grimmjow burst out laughing and Nnoitra shot him a glare "Sorry, sorry. Been there and done that, buddy."

"But seriously though" the blue-haired guy cleared his throat "You can tell me about it. The last time Yylfordt and I fought, I felt like shit. Couldn't think, couldn't work… But eventually I had to go home, so we just… talked." He rubbed the back of his head and looked away from Nnoitra, his cheeks slightly red.

Nnoitra gave him a quick nod. That was pretty much what was happening to him, except when he thought about talking to Tesla, the words just died in his mouth. It wasn't that big of deal if he had just behaved like… Well, not like an asshole. They could've gotten this shit behind them and then everything would be fine, just fricking awesome. But no, of course that wouldn't happen. Why? Because he was a shithead who didn't know how to control himself, and now, things were bad… Damn it, he hadn't been home for two days. Two days! God, he'd really done it this time.

Finally, the door to Insanity was in front of him and he just couldn't wait to drown in scotch.

Grimmjow opened the door and went ahead of him. Behind the counter stood Yylfordt's pink-haired little brother. From what he'd heard, Szayel Aporro, just Szayel for friends, was a nasty little son of a bitch who took 'kinky' to a whole new level. Yylfordt wasn't around because apparently there was a new guy starting tonight, so maybe they could have some fun messing with the newbie.

Nnoitra gave Szayel a little nod and headed for their table while Grimmjow ordered their drinks.

…

Tesla leaned back on his chair and sighed. Damn, he was more tired than he hoped he'd and it was only 11 PM. He had to get his shit together if he wanted to last until 4 AM, when the bar closed.

Suddenly something wet landed on his face and Tesla almost fell to his side with the shock. It felt good though, cool. He lift the cloth just enough for him to see with one eye and looked at the person who'd thrown it. Szayel Aporro Granz. Apparently he was Yylfordt's little brother but Tesla wouldn't have guessed it if it wasn't for the photo. They were so different. Yylfordt was kind and cheerful, always smiling; Szayel was gloomier, (also looked cunning but Tesla couldn't tell that for sure from spending a few hours with him). There was this thing, Tesla couldn't explain about Szayel, though. His nature, it just felt familiar… It felt kidn of like Nnoitra.

"I need you to take two drinks over to the table in the corner. Oh and I suggest you hurry because these guests are VIP and VID too." Szayel smirked at the last part.

"VID?" Tesla asked confused.

"Very Impatient Dicks" Szayel's smirk got bigger and Tesla laughed.

"Coming, boss." He muttered getting up. Tesla picked up the black tray with the two drinks, passing by the pink-haired man. In a steady pace, the blond walked out of the kitchen.

The doors that lead to the kitchen and the table he was headed were on opposite sides of the bar, so he couldn't see the VIPs. The bar was crowded that night so he wouldn't be able to see anything anyway; he had to grab the tray with both hands in the air just so he could pass through the dancing crowd.

…

Where the hell were their drinks? That damned new guy was going to hear it!

Nnoitra looked at the bodies dancing and rubbing each other. It was a disgusting sight, especially if you were in a bad mood. Nnoitra puffed.

"If that little shit doesn't get me my drink I'm going to..." Nnoitra stared perplexed at who was coming out of a crowd with a tray in his hands "Are you kidding me?"

Nnoitra heard Grimmjow ask what was wrong but he didn't really process the words. They went in one ear and out the other. He quickly rose to his feet and walked over to the blond man.

Surprised and slightly scared, Tesla stopped dead in his tracks staring at him. When he reached him, Tesla just dropped his eyes without saying a word.

"What are you doing here?" Nnoitra tried to prevent what he was feeling from showing in his voice. Shit he'd screwed up so badly already, he'd better get it right this time.

"I work here." Yeah he'd notice that already.

"Why?" Tesla kept silent, his eyes still on the floor.

"Answer me, Tesla." His anger was rising.

"I just… It's not… I…" He grabbed his chin with one hand which finally got Tesla to look at him. There were tears welled up in the blond's eyes, ready to spill over.

"Answer me, Tesla!" He repeated louder than he wanted. Under his grip, the blond winced and Nnoitra let him go with a slight push that unbalanced the smaller man making him drop the drinks along with the tray. 'Shit' That had bought some unwanted attention, everyone in the bar now looked at them.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, Nnoitra-san! I'll go get you some new drinks!" He kneeled down picking up the glass shards.

"Nnoitra, what's wrong?" Grimmjow was at his side now.

"Nothing, go away Grimmjow." As soon as he pronounced his name, Tesla flinched, taking a glimpse of the blue-haired man next to him. 'Shit' He really knew how to fuck shit up, didn't he? Hell, someone should give him a prize.

Tesla finished picking up the shards and got up really quickly.

"Wait, Tesla—" Nnoitra grabbed the blond's arm but before he could say anything, Tesla suddenly collapsed.

His head was throbbing, his body felt hot as hell and for some reason there something dripping wet on his forehead. Tesla slowly opened his eyes.

How strange, he thought, he was home, in the bedroom. But who could've…

Then the memories of what had happened in the bar came rushing at him. Nnoitra asking him why he was there, obviously angry which had had felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. Although the worst part, had definitely been when Grimmjow showed up. Yeah, it turn out Tesla had been right. Nnoitra had spent those two days with Grimmjow (probably had spent the nights too).

A knot formed in his throat, suffocating him and the tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. Tesla let out a sob. Nnoitra had brought him home, hadn't he? Damn it, he just kept bothering him didn't he? A big Good For Nothing that's what he was.

Someone knocked on the door.

Tesla used a hand to clean his tears with the wet cloth "Yes?"

The door opened "Tesla…"

Tesla pushed the covers over his face. Oh God, it was Nnoitra! Tesla didn't want Nnoitra to see him like this!

Tesla felt pressure next to him and then two big hands pulled the covers down. Immediately, Tesla covered his face with both his hands.

"Tesla, stop." Those big hands came back, removing Tesla's hands from his face. Except… He didn't take them back, he kept holding Tesla's in his own. Tesla felt the familiar warmth invade his body. Oh, how good it felt to feel his touch again. Tesla hadn't realized how much he missed it, a few days before he didn't even want to be touched by him. God, he was such an idiot for that! He should've just been glad the other man wanted to touch him at all! In fact, this was probably the last time he was going to touch him…

Tesla realized he'd made a decision. He didn't want that to be the last time he'd feel that wonderful warmth! Damn it, he was going to fight for Nnoitra even if that meant he had to change somehow!

"Nnoitra-san, I'm so sorry." He blurted, tears streaming down his cheeks "I didn't mean for this to happen, please just, stay! I can—

"What are you talking about!?" Nnoitra exclaimed.

"No, please listen to me." Tesla pulled his hands away from Nnoitra's so he could sit on the bed! "I'm sorry for everything. I know that maybe you want to be with Grimmjow but I—

"Stop, just stop, Tesla."

"But I—

Nnoitra grabbed his face and pressed his lips against Tesla's with a passion Tesla didn't think he'd ever feel again.

"I don't understand." He murmured.

"I'm not sleeping with Grimmjow; I don't even like him that way. Alsohe has a boyfriend. You know Yylfordt? Tall, long blond hair and brother of that pink-haired motherfucker? Well, they're dating." Tesla stared dumbfounded at Nnoitra "Yeah, I never thought about them that way but that's love, I guess. And I don't want you anywhere near the pink-haired motherfucker by the way, I don't trust the little rat and I've heard some pretty nasty stories… Besides…"

Nnoitra planted a soft kiss on Tesla's lips, his lisp still touching the blond's as he murmured "I want you, Tesla. You're mine."