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The enemy of my enemy	By : ScarlotteOHara Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Given that Grimmjow and Byakuya were curled up unconscious in his bed Starrk had actually gotten the idea to repair the house, mainly so that this sort of thing wouldn't occur again; and by this thing he meant two men in his bed. The two bedrooms were enough for him and Nnoitra, but if Grimmjow and Byakuya continued their current course of intimacy the stoic man most certainly would prefer it be taken to the bedroom. Which is partly why he decided to look for materials to build them one, he knew if they could repair the house they could have a dining area and probably divide the living room into bedrooms as they had already converted half the kitchen to be the living area. He scratched his goatee and considered how he would do this, and all of the things he needed; satisfied that Nnoitra would look after the two sleeping men he began his scouting mission for supplies. It turned out that leaving the bothersome man behind would have some very real consequences that Starrk was ill prepared for.

Nnoitra was happy as could be about this, not that Starrk was tiresome, in fact he rarely did much being the espada of sloth, laziness, whatever you wanted to call it. No, Nnoitra was enjoying a long shower and prancing around naked, which he was prone to do, much to his former fraccion's dismay, Tesra he remembered fondly had always averted his eyes and insisted master Nnoitra needed proper garments. What he wouldn't give to see that sandy haired runt again, maybe he wouldn't take him for granted if he had a second chance with him. He dug into the fridge for some food, his stomach was rumbling and giving him no peace, bending his lean frame over he continued his search; until the door crashed in.

Kenpachi was ready to fight so his surprise was quite evident when he busted in the door to find a naked man in the kitchen. It was the espada he had felt, and it seemed the two others were not present or active as their energy remained as of one in deep sleep. That was fine for him, this one would do, he leered at the man and grinned showing his teeth. He remembered this one, Nnoitra, the tall seven foot espada who was perhaps as thick as one of his biceps was wily, and using the fact he was so terribly slender to wiggle out of his grasp before he could deliver the killing blow. He respected this fighter, who used everything at his disposal to his advantage, but right now the man was naked and his sword far away.

"Get your sword Nnoitra" he growled "we're gonna have some fun." Not even bothering to put clothes on the man picked up his sword, Santa Theresa. Kenpachi's green eye took in the odd but pleasing form as he felt a jump in his groin. Nnoitra, like him, only viewed the world with one eye; the difference being he actually had two whereas his raven haired counterpart did not. Nnoitra's left eye was his hollow hole with a jawbone looking mask in place around in, his pin straight black hair hanging below his shoulder, his body was lean and well muscled with several rippling scars moving as he readied his stance. Kenpachi slowly raked him over with an appreciative gaze as he lingered slightly on what hung between the man's legs, black curls surrounded the thick member which was as lengthy as its owner was tall. Smirking he rushed the man, the sound of metal meeting his ears, the thrum of their swords impact shaking his hands. This is what he wanted, no what he lived for; in this feral world where only the strongest survived. Their blades rang true and soon enough each man had several wounds, blood flowing freely, slick down their hands. He gripped his sword tightly, the blood warm and slick on the metal.

"What is it you want beast?" Nnoitra asked him brusquely.

"A good fight and I knew you would give it!" He roared with pleasure as he saw Nnoitra's toothy grin spread, he knew the man lived for combat as he did and was pleased to find that he was still alive and in good shape. He watched as Nnoitra drew his sword upward to parry his blows, his muscles contracting underneath his skin causing it to ripple and dance. The thin man was strong, there was no doubt about that and as he pushed back Kenpachi slowly, glancing around he proposed something to the brute, because despite fighting Kenpachi he still feared the wrath of the now domesticated Starrk.

"Can we take this outside? Starrk will have both our asses if we mess up the house." Kenpachi snorted, the primera was a housewife was he? All the same he would prefer not to piss off the strongest espada who, he had a very good feeling, would easily best him. Grunting his assent he flash stepped outside, closely followed by a still nude Nnoitra. As the battle raged blood began to paint the dirt outside as both men stood back, panting. Nnoitra had danced backward, sweat matting his midnight black hair to his forehead, his pale body streaked with blood. He was a strong fighter but Kenpachi however, had the upper hand as he still wore his eye patch, his trump card that the raven haired man didn't know about. He was going to dominate this fight in every way.

"Hey espada" he called across the space that separated them "why don't you just give up and admit that you're my bitch?"

The violet eye flashed angrily "I will not. I am no one's bitch!" He flung himself at Kenpachi who laughed in delight as he ripped off his eye patch exposing his crushing spiritual pressure. Stunned Nnoitra took a step back before crumpling to the ground gasping for air. Maybe before the war he could have withstood the reiatsu, but not now. His body still healing all this time from the beating he had taken that day, he was no match for the intensity of the wild man's true strength.

"Your mine espada!" Kenpachi shouted gleefully as he barreled toward the man, Nnoitra shut his eyes ready for the death blow. Only it never came, he found himself eating pavement instead as two fingers were thrust inside his rear. He shouted in defiance but found that he was unable to move, pinned beneath the yellow glow of the man's crushing reaitsu.

"I told ya, give up an be my bitch" he growled low in Nnoitra's ear, sending shivers up his spine. The fingers inside him worked mercilessly, stretching and scissoring deep inside him, he bit back a moan as he felt those rough, blood stained fingers hit something in him. Kenpachi's other hand was pressing down on him in the middle of his back, forcing him face down on his stomach. He growled in warning, once he got up this man would pay for the invasion of his body, he grit his teeth in defiance as he felt another wave of pleasure. The assault abruptly stopped and he heard the sound of Kenpachi spitting, oh hell no. He squirmed and wiggled, trying desperately to get loose but to no avail, the large man already knew his tricks. He grunted as his lean body was impaled suddenly and Kenpachi stilled.

"Fuck espada, you are so tight!" His voice sounded strained and taunt as he gripped both Nnoitra's hips roughly. Nnoitra knew there was no escaping this, and found that suddenly he didn't want to. His formerly limp member now hung proudly between his legs, begging for attention and his balls felt heavy. He shifted his hips a little and felt the giant man began to thrust into him, it was not gentle thrusts but rough, needy and demanding. Kenpachi was a wild, violent lover, he snaked a hand to Nnoitra's crotch and squeezed his balls, mingling the pleasure with pain.

Kenpachi groaned as he entered the body beneath him, this man could fight and that was fucking sexy as hell to him and he wanted to mark him, to possess him against all reason. Quickly preparing him for what was to come he entered him, stilling only because the tight heat was enough to make him cum on the spot. After a few moments the smaller man thrust his hips back, demanding it continue. He smirked, so he did want it; he acquiesced and set a rhythm that was only a heartbeat short of flash step. His vision began to swim and suddenly he started feeling weird, anger, rage and lust were no strangers to him but the degree he was experiencing them was. He shook his head as he continued his breakneck pace, he noticed his hands were trembling and looking down saw Nnoitra's hands were shaking with pain as they scraped against the cement and were becoming quite bloody. Trying something out he pummeled the man harder and felt the pain sharpen and his hands shake more, with a moan he laid a hard slap on the man's ass, leaving a red stinging mark. He felt, rather than saw Nnoitra tense in reaction as he let out a yelp. Why was he feeling what the espada was? Not through he roughly grabbed a fistful of the raven mane and yanked harshly, surprised when his head was thrown back and he felt blood in his mouth from where he bit his tongue. Something was going wrong and his logical mind knew it but paid no heed, he was rutting and his eyes glazed over an unspoken instinct slowly took him. All that Kenpachi could think was that this man beneath him was his now, and was determined to mark him in every way possible.

Nnoitra was shocked when waves of pleasure began to hit him despite the pain he was experiencing. He was rocking on his shaking hands and knees with pleasure when he felt a hard smack on his backside; he yelped in shock and felt the man above him still. The smack was quickly followed by a hard yank of his hair, his jaw snapped and he felt his teeth pierce his tongue, tasting the tang of blood in his mouth; he somehow felt surprised. Before he could blink an eye he found himself in the house and on the floor with the beast of a man atop him, his thrusting still eager and hard. Nnoitra let his head drop to the floor as he saw the glazed look in the man's eyes, knowing that his mind was somewhere else. What he didn't realize is that he had the same look in his violet eye as he wrapped his legs around Kenpachi's generous waist and clawed his back sending rivulets of blood streaming down. He felt like he was going to explode and began to thrash as he spiraled toward his peak, his pleasure felt more intense than anything he had ever experienced. Muffling a cry he bit down on the larger man's shoulder drawing blood that he eagerly cleaned up with his long tongue. He moaned as he heard Kenpachi growl low in his throat and felt the pulse of his cock sending streams of hot fluid into him, at the same moment he reached his own climax, shooting the thick fluid onto his and Kenpachi's chest while a low moan ripped from his throat. Still inside him he felt Kenpachi lean over and lightly nuzzle his neck, nipping it soundly the giant drew a bead of blood from his flesh and lapped at it. Nnoitra was content to relax for a moment as he felt a heavy degree of satiation overtake him, he looked to where their bodies were still joined and slowly made to wiggle out from under the larger man.

"Not yet espada" he grumbled, his head still resting on a bony shoulder.

"If you're going to fuck me at least know my name" he said stiffly.

He heard a low chuckle "ok, Nnoitra not yet. I'm comfortable."

"Well, I'm not. And that was...odd."

"What? Because it was so good?" The brute picked his head up and regarded him thoughtfully with one green eye.

"No, it wasn't normal" Nnoitra stated quietly as he realized what that had been. Kenpachi had taken him by force, dominating him, and had marked him on the neck and taken his blood. It was a form of mating, but it was also something different, something he had only heard in carefully whispered conversations.

"What was it then?" Kenpachi rolled off him, and propped himself up on an elbow. He made a disgusted face at the sound of Kenpachi's blood and spit slicked member slapping against his thigh, the pink trail of mingled blood and cum streaking his pale leg.

"I'm not sure, but I think you just imprinted with me Zaraki Kenpachi" he half whispered, the fear and terror evident in his voice. The large man stilled as the thought, while he didn't know what it meant if it scared this blood thirsty espada he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
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