Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

Dignity	By : SoundSex Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Dignity
- 1
[Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any of it’s characters. But it’s all good. :)]

         ===========================================================

‘Sometimes I wonder how things had gotten to this. Is this love or something else?’

“Hit me again, you bastard, I dare you...!” Szayel choked on his own saliva. “...You....you don’t
have the balls to! ” The pink haired Octava Espada snarled.

“Oooohh? I don’t?”

‘Maybe this is how things should be.’

            He felt the boney knuckles crack into his cheek. The pain gave comfort and fear in turn,
or so Szayel wanted to believe. His eyes were plastered to the floor. This, like the many times
before, was a dire moment. If he dared to look up, he would only be struck even more forceful
than the last. He wanted it though. He yearned for it deeply. He didn’t know why, but the
attention made him feel; feel things he couldn’t quite grasp.

“Every time we have these meetings, Szayel, you always need to speak as if you were better than
everyone else. Your own way of thinking is your downfall. ” The lanky figure hissed out as he
made to advance closer.

            The Quinta Espada always had a way with words, especially for his “pets”. Szayel was
his current favorite, and he showed it in the only fashion he knew.

            Szayel scowled, drawing a tongue clicking sound from the stronger Espada watching him
with hungry eyes.

“T’ch. Such a look is not suitable for a person with such a screw-able body...” Nnoitra grinned.

            Szayel lifted his head slightly. His citrine hues narrowed somewhat towards the taller
male. He felt weak, very weak. His clothing was tattered, body bruised, and cut in several
places no thanks to the Quinta Espada’s “games.” He hated that feeling, loathed it with a
passion, but at the moment, what more could he do? A hand struck out, sending him to the
ground beneath his feet. He felt the heel of Nnoitra’s boot dig into his ribs through the frayed
white cloth that adorned his chest. Forcefully, he was rolled to lay on his back, and pinned there
for the time being.

“There....now give me something really good to look at.” Nnoitra said, dragging his long tongue
over his lips, leering at the prone figure pinned beneath his boot.

            Szayel laid there, blotches of skin showing through the shreds that made up his top.
Every inch of him was in pain. He couldn’t move...or much less wanted to. Even if he did get
up... Even if he did move at all... Szayel would only be face down again, getting cozy with the
floor.

“Ooooohh? What’s this?” Nnoitra asked sarcastically, giving a small gesture to the place
between the Octava Espada’s thighs.
            There it was, Szayel’s erection, bulging through his hakama pants. The gaze caused an
involuntary flush to creep to his cheeks.

“Someone is starting to enjoy our ‘games’ a little more.”

            Without hesitation, Nnoitra lifted up his booted foot again, driving it down hard on the
bulging member. Szayel yelped loudly, doubling over, unable to hold himself upright. Nnoitra
kept grinding his heel down, listening in pleasure to every groan and whimper that escaped the
Octava Espada’s lips. Nnoitra let up moments later, kneeling down to tear the rest of Szayel’s
clothing away from his battered body, exposing his ‘work of art’ to his prying eyes. Szayel
continued to lay there, feeling a sense of humiliation slowly burn at the flesh of his face. Nnoitra
leered, hands slipping down to drag nails over the sensitive flesh of Szayel’s thighs as he pried
his legs apart.

“N-no!” Szayel stuttered. “Not this time! ” Nnoitra scoffed, “Tsk tsk. You say no...but this...”
He began, casually dragging a nail up the length of Szayel’s erection. “This says otherwise...”

            Nnoitra wrapped his lanky fingers around the now exposed length and gave a forceful
stroke to the heated flesh. Szayel moaned loud, fidgeting under the constant gaze and somewhat
unwanted touch. The larger male paid no mind to the fidgeting, and continued what he was
doing. Stroke after stroke, Szayel’s erection began to throb violently in the larger male’s hand,
further weakening his will to fight back.

“I shouldn’t....” Nnoitra cooed, “.....But I must....”

            Nnoitra ceased all movement, allowing Szayel to have a moment of relief. Though the
moment wasn’t for long, as a devious smirk pasted itself upon Nnoitra’s lips. Szayel stared,
worried about what the other was scheming. It was well known that, that smirk, meant trouble.
Letting out a self satisfied chuckle, Nnoitra pulled his hand up and folded all of his digits save
for the smallest. He felt he should give himself a pat on the back, for coming up with such an
ingenious idea. Instead he drove the length of his pinky nail into the other’s urethra, his other
hand holding Szayel’s erection firmly in place. Szayel’s eyes shot open with pain, and stifled a
scream before it could escape his lips. He could feel the nail digging and dragging, cutting every
inch of the inside. God the pain...and yet the strange bliss that came with it. Nnoitra continued
to rile up the Octava Espada with his torturous ways, feeling his own desire tugging at him.

“Hn....I think you need a little more than this, though.”

            Nnoitra gradually removed his nail from Szayel. Blood and a thick coat of pre-cum
slopped off of it. “Tsk...clean it.” Nnoitra hissed. Leaning forward, careful to keep the Octava
Espada pinned down, he shoved the digit straight into the other’s mouth, swabbing it around to
‘clean’ it. Pulling the finger away from Szayel’s mouth, he pressed forward. Szayel by now was
trying to fight back the tears that were swelling in his eyes. The task was difficult, but he
managed. He begged and pleaded in his head for more of the rough attention. Nnoitra was quite
surprised when Szayel wrapped his legs around his waist, the action causing his loins to throb
more than they had been a mere second before. He paused before shooting a lascivious gaze
towards Szayel’s exposed body.

“I believe it is time for the real thing..” Nnoitra purred. “Don’t you think?” A lecherous grin
graced Nnoitra’s face.

            Szayel’s eyelids closed half mast, a feeling of worry ebbing just below the surface of his
conscience. Some how he believed that the expressions on his face gave Nnoitra the motivation
to torment him. Szayel was quickly knocked back into reality when a ruffling sound caught his
attention. He didn’t even realize that his mind had wandered off into thought, until he regained
focus and watched as the taller male peeled his clothing off, making quick work of his own
hakama pants. Szayel stared in awe at Nnoitra’s body. ‘Beautiful’, he thought.

            Nnoitra had been waiting for this moment, and Szayel secretly had been as well. It was
another step in their “game” of torture; a large one, but a step none the less. There was not a
moment of hesitation as Nnoitra forced his way into Szayel’s pliable body, fulling seating
himself inside in one strike. Szayel’s eyes enlarged, tears flowing freely; more freely than he
would of liked, but the pain of the sudden intrusion was just too much to bear. A strangled moan
tore from his throat with each well aimed movement, body involuntarily tightening around the
assailing body part. With each violent thrust given by the other, pained moans continued to spill
from his lips, mingled with soft sobs. The question that plagued Szayel was: Were these sobs of
happiness or sobs of pain? His mind was too muddled to figure it out at that point in time.

            A look of disgust crossed Nnoitra’s face, “Christ....that fucking noise....” he spat. Lanky
fingers reached down, wrapping around Szayel’s obviously smaller neck. “Maybe this will shut
you up...” He said with a sneer, fingers tightening around the column of his throat. A look of
panic surfaced immediately on Szayel’s face, self preservation automatically kicking as soon as
those fingers started constricting, cutting off his air supply. “Now shut it!” The snake-like
Quinta Espada hissed, the pink haired espada below him struggling.

            Szayel gasped, trying hard to pull himself away in attempts to regain the air he
desperately needed. The more he moved though, the tighter Nnoitra’s grip became, and the
tighter the grip became, the wider Nnoitra’s devious grin became. The Quinta Espada wasn’t
going to lighten up, he made that point quite obvious as his violent thrusts continued to rip into
the smaller body pinned below him. Citrine hues dilated as the last of the air in Szayel’s lungs
ran out, the pink haired Octava Espada’s vision fading to black as his body finally gave out. The
last vision that graced his mind was Nnoitra’s delighted face, the large grin that seemed to dance
with sadistic pleasure.

            ==========================================================

“Wake up, fool!” It was distant, but not unnoticed; familiar.

‘ W-what? What is this?’

            He felt heavy, and surprisingly alive. A groan of pain.

“ I said ‘Get your sorry ass up’!” Was hissed, irritation obvious.

‘ Am...I?’

            Szayel’s eyes opened slowly, the immediate burst of light giving him splitting headache.
It was quite obvious that the lanky Quinta Espada wouldn’t allow him to perish, the proof being
he was still alive. Looking around to gather his bearings, his glance fell on Nnoitra, the taller
male sitting adjacent to his floored body, face as devious as ever.

“Why? Why am I still alive...?” Was his immediate question to the other.

            Nnoitra raised an eyebrow, scoffing slightly. “Why wouldn’t you be?” he responded, the
tone annoyed, as if the question itself was ridiculous.

            Confusion passed over the Octava Espada’s face. “ It’s just that..” He was interrupted
suddenly. “What good would it do to kill you? It doesn’t serve my purpose to do that. Also, why
let a good body go to waste? Your body is mine to play with, and breaking it wouldn’t allow me
to do that, now would it?” Szayel’s gaze trained on Nnoitra’s face. That last remark, despite the
fact it was said in such a way, he said it with a serious face. What could it mean? Was it all just a
game, or did something more underlie those words.

       ==============================================================


Author’s notes: Seeing as there are few to none of this pairing, I thought I’d give it a go and see
what I could pull from my ass. Comments, criticism, heavy praise etc would be very much
appreciated.

P.S. The internet is for porn.

P.P.S. Yay for multi authors! ;D [Urukiora_Schifa [author helping] >_> Yes, use me. It’s what
everyone does. ] Back to work Mexican. >:| Sprinkle some sugar on my taco nao.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dignity