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The Silence Between	By : KaiBlueOtaku Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The talented Tite Kubo is the owner of Bleach, and all its characters. I am merely borrowing them to tell my story. I own only my plot and ideas. I receive no financial compensation for my writing.

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DISCLAIMER: The talented Tite Kubo is the owner of Bleach, and all its characters. I am merely borrowing them to tell my story. I own only my plot and ideas. I receive no financial compensation for my writing.

WARNINGS: M/M physical relationship, swearing, bondage, angst

A/N: I swear to you, I did not die… I have always intended to get back to this. It just took longer than I thought. Much, much longer… (Plus it took me forever to figure out how to sign in on the new system) I hope there’s still interest for these boys. Leave me a review, if you will, if you like it… It feeds my muses, and greatly encourages me to write more (though it’s not dependant on reviews).

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                Nova woke to soft dawn-light filtering through his window, and felt the comforting arms of Ulquiorra. He sighed contentedly, and nestled into him. Life was good. This was everything he’d ever wanted, right here. To feel loved and accepted as an equal.

                Well, to say it was everything he wanted, was something of a misnomer. Nova had recently become aware of a ‘something more’ to be had, than merely cuddling in the tender embrace of his Espada. He knew Ulquiorra wouldn’t make a move until he was sure Nova was ready for it, and as he lay there, Nova questioned himself if he was or not.

                He knew without a doubt that, if sex was something he was going to experience, there was no one who he’d rather do it with. He’d never felt so connected to anyone before, so close. He trusted Ulquiorra implicitly, and knew he’d be cared for and treated with the utmost gentleness and respect, even if things did get a little ‘rough,’ as Urahara had previously suggested. The image of Ulquiorra the night before came to mind; him on the fire escape, covered in blood, yanking Nova into his lap, taunting him about ‘taking things by force.’ Nova shuddered and licked his lips. The idea of that was simultaneously terrifying and arousing, and he wondered maybe if that was what he wanted after all.

                Nova’s fingers crept across Ulquiorra’s thigh, toward his groin. He glanced up, and was trapped in that emerald, feline gaze. He froze and shrank, hand withdrawing, eyes lowering, face flushing with embarrassment at being caught. Ulquiorra watched him with a cool and almost disinterested manner, and finally seeing that Nova was not about to take things any further now, he pushed himself up in bed, sitting against the wall.

                The Mod Soul looked up mournfully, afraid he’d upset Ulquiorra, but the soft look on his face said nothing of that. “Come,” Ulquiorra offered, lifting the blanket and spreading his arms to create a welcoming alcove between his legs.

                Nova smiled shyly and crawled into the embrace, nestling his head against Ulquiorra’s chest, sighing peacefully as those arms closed around him, cocooning him in warmth and safety. Ulquiorra stroked his hair tenderly. “Nova,” he said in a softly chastising tone, “What were you doing?”

                The Mod Soul buried his face into Ulquiorra’s pajama shirt, embarrassed, and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, words muffled by shirt and chest.

                The Espada gave a wry chuckle. “There is nothing to apologize for, Nova.” Minty green eyes glanced up, seeing only sincerity before them. “I told you I will only move forward when you are ready. Do you think you are ready?”

                Nova looked away, and whispered, “No.”

                The Espada continued to stroke his hair, soothing Nova’s ragged emotions. “It is acceptable,” he assured the slender man in his arms. “I will wait. Do not rush yourself. When the time is right, we will. There is no hurry. I am not going anywhere, Nova. I have sworn myself to you. My word is my bond, and my loyalty is to you and you alone.”

                Nova nodded against Ulquiorra’s chest and smiled wistfully as a tear slipped down his cheek and soaked into Ulquiorra’s shirt.

                “NOOOOOO-VAAAAA!” a girl’s voice called from the hallway, and the door was slammed open, leaving Nova in utter shock, frozen in place as Lirin and Kurodo gaped in the doorway at the sight of Nova sprawled in the lap of another man in his bed, head resting on his chest as they embraced in an obviously intimate manner.

                “Nova, who are these people?” Ulquiorra demanded, irritation creeping into his tone, but he made no move to adjust his positioning, actually clutching the horror-stricken Nova protectively.

                “I could be asking you much the same question,” the girl demanded, hands on hips. Her off-the-shoulder bobbed hair gave her a more severe look than her youth otherwise would have implied, only intensified by the presence of a high-collared cloak, which came loosely up to her chin. Ulquiorra frowned in displeasure at the interruption. “What are you doing in my brother’s bed?” the girl barked.

                “Brother?” Ulquiorra was surprised. He had never considered that Nova had siblings before, but it would make sense that, since Nova was created, that Urahara would have other creations, which were to be considered as siblings, much in the way that the Espada had been generally treated in that way by Aizen.

                Behind the girl, there was a tall man, made even taller by the presence of a top-hap, matching the dark grey of his suit jacket. His unusual hair, black on the right side and blonde on the left, along with his pencil-thin moustache and glasses, gave him a weasel-y and distrustful air to the Espada. He grinned and gripped the shoulders of the much shorter girl in front of him. “Lirin! Our brother has taken a lover! What a proud day for him! He has become a man!” he declared with bravado.

                “Geez you guys, just leave already,” Nova moaned in embarrassment, pulling the blanket over his head.

                The girl, ‘Lirin’ Ulquiorra now knew was her name, wagged a finger at them in reprimand. “You and I are going to have a talk later, Mister,” she scolded, staring furiously at the blanket, and a hand shot out from under it and waved in a ‘shooing’ manner. The two finally obliged, Lirin stomping off in a huff and the taller man bowing courteously and winking coyly before shutting the door again.

                Nova peeked timidly out from under the blanket, and heaved a sigh of relief, throwing it off his head and resting on Ulquiorra’s chest. “Sorry. I should have warned you about them,” Nova apologized. “They take off for days at a time; I should have known they’d be home soon.”

                “She is much bolder than you,” Ulquiorra observed.

                Nova nodded. “Kurodo too. I got the short end of the stick there.”

                Ulquiorra tipped his chin up and searched his eyes. “I do not agree with you in that respect,” he stated. “I think you are preferable as you are.”

                Nova blushed and glanced away, grinning bashfully. “You would say that,” he quipped, and squeezed the Espada’s chest, burying his face into it, inhaling the distinctively fresh scent of him that always smelled inexplicably like some combination of spring rain, green tea, and wintergreen mint. His ears pricked and he cringed bodily at the sound of Lirin bellowing his name impatiently from across the shoten, and he sighed in exasperation. “Guess I should go see what she wants,” he grumbled in resignation, reluctantly disentangling himself from the enjoyable embrace and pulling a clean outfit from the shelf.

                Nova hesitated, then shrugged and pulled off his night shirt, balling it up and tossing it into the laundry basket, tugging the clean shirt on. He hitched out of his cotton sleep pants and stepped into his clean ones, leaving the pajamas on the floor for a moment as he hustled to get into his clothes.

                “You are not going to change your undergarments?”

                Nova’s eyes widened, freezing with his pants half up over his dark blue boxer shorts, and he looked slowly up at Ulquiorra, face reddening.

                The smirk there was almost imperceptible, but Nova noticed it, and snickered. “You’re a tease,” he scolded.

                Ulquiorra was behind him in an instant, too quick for the eye to follow, hands on the waist of his pants, leaning firmly against him, bringing his mouth to Nova’s ear as the Mod Soul quivered at the sudden proximity. “That is because it is so delightful to see your response when you are teased,” Ulquiorra murmured, pulling his pants the rest of the way up and fastening them from behind, since Nova seemed to have momentarily lost the ability to work his arms, and possibly his brain. Ulquiorra stepped back and grabbed Nova’s hood off the top of the shelf, handing it to him. “Now go. I have delayed you long enough. See what your sister wants of you.” He gave the flustered Mod Soul a gentle push on the backside toward the door, and he nodded numbly and pulled his hood on, wandering out the door.

                Lirin was perched on the edge of the desk in the sitting room, arms and legs crossed, swinging a leg in irritation. Kurodo sat on the sofa, hands folded neatly in his lap, and smiled brightly as Nova entered the room. “Congratulations to you!” he declared, and Nova hung his head, shaking it in horror.

                “No, don’t tell him that, Kurodo,” Lirin snapped, hopping down off the desk and storming up to Nova. Even though he towered over her, her presence was commanding, and she shook a stern finger at him. “Nova, you can’t just jump in the sack with people. Who is he even? Does Urahara know about this?”

                He nodded, only answering her final question, though it seemed to satisfy her somewhat. She crossed her arms again pensively. “You can’t just sleep around, Nova. You’ll get a bad reputation. There’s a way to go about all this, you know. A process. You have to follow propriety.”

                “Courting!” Kurodo shouted, and rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Yes, you must court the young man!”

                Nova rolled his eyes, but Lirin stuffed a finger imposingly in his face. “I saw that,” she barked. “But Kurodo’s right. You should be dating, not just sleeping together.”

                Nova plopped on the couch and hung his head in his hands. There was no use in arguing with Lirin, he knew. She was the type who always had to have the last word, especially when she was mad, and doubly so with Nova, who wasn’t inclined to say much in the first place. They haven’t even given me a chance to explain myself, Nova thought, but just let it go. There was no reasoning with her when she got like this.

                “They should go on a date! Indeed!” Kurodo boomed enthusiastically. “To the movies!”

                “Great idea, Kurodo,” Lirin agreed. Nova thought it sounded like a horrible idea, but knew his opinion didn’t matter right now. They were planning details to the perfect courtship, and his input was not needed.

                The two of them schemed and plotted, which was awful, because it was as if Nova wasn’t even in the room most of the time, except when Lirin would occasionally address him directly with a ‘helpful tip,’ such as, “When the scary part comes up, you should hold his hand, or lean toward him!” or “Don’t make a pig of yourself and eat all the popcorn, it leaves a bad impression!”

                When Ulquiorra finally came in the room, he nodded politely. “I am Ulquiorra Cifer,” he said, introducing himself.

                “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Kurodo cried, grabbing the Espada’s hand and shaking it exuberantly. “I am Kurodo, eldest brother to Nova and Lirin.”

                Lirin crossed her arms and turned her back, blatantly snubbing Ulquiorra, obviously displeased at someone who would corrupt her brother, in spite of the fact that she was conspiring to send the two of them on a date together.

                “I would hunt today, Nova. Will you accompany me?”

                He leapt at the opportunity to escape the chaos of his siblings’ company, and they left together to the sound of Lirin’s vociferous protests.

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                “It is a strange family you have,” Ulquiorra observed, crouching over the corpse of a Hollow, tearing into the side of it with his teeth and ripping the hole larger, fishing around its insides for his customary treats.

                Nova shrugged. “I guess. They’re all I’ve known.” Then, a peculiar thought occurred to him. “Do you have family?”

                Ulquiorra paused and considered this, then continued rooting around the body cavity with a bared arm. “After a fashion, yes. The Espada could be considered siblings, as created beings, much as you Mod Souls are. But they did not have the familiarity or affection which yours show toward you.” Nova snorted, and Ulquiorra glanced up at him. “Lirin’s concern for you and inherent distrust of me is clear evidence of her fondness of you, can you not see that? As well as Kurodo’s enthusiasm regarding your happiness.” He paused and twisted his arm sharply, withdrawing the heart of the beast and began to consume it. Ulquiorra noticed that Nova did not seem as paralyzed by watching him eat anymore; this was progress, and he was pleased by it.

                “What you see as affection, I just see as meddling,” Nova proclaimed, tipping his head back and staring up through the branches of the tree he was leaned against. “They’re planning for us to go on a date, to go see a movie together.”

                Ulquiorra swallowed the bite in his mouth. “Why is this a problem? If it will please and satisfy them, then let us do so.”

                Nova cocked an eyebrow. “It doesn’t bother you?”

                Ulquiorra shrugged. “It matters not to me, but if they feel it is significant, then perhaps we should.”

                Nova shook his head. “They think we’re sleeping together.”

                “We are,” Ulquiorra stated blandly.

                “No,” Nova corrected himself. “I mean, they think we’re having sex. Lirin’s mad because she says we should be doing things differently, that we should be dating and doing things properly.”

                The Espada looked up sharply. “There are customs regarding relationships here?”

                Nova shrugged. “Yeah, kind of.”

                Ulquiorra looked thoughtful. “I was not aware. You never mentioned such a thing. It is understandable then, that she is upset.” He glanced at Nova. “We will satisfy the customs. Then do you believe your sister shall be pleased?”

                Nova sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s hard to tell, with her, but I hope so.”

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                When they got back to the shoten, Ulquiorra cleaned up quickly, and Nova stayed glued to his side, dreading a solo encounter with his siblings. When they made it out into the sitting room, Lirin and Kurodo were seated side by side on the couch, conspiring over a clipboard on which Lirin had written a great many notes. She looked up brightly as they came in.

                “Ah! Good! You’re just in time!” she remarked as she hopped down off the couch, tucking the clipboard under her arm and checking her wristwatch. “The movie starts in about half an hour, we should get a move on!”

                Nova went rigid and made a choking sound. He felt Ulquiorra’s hand rest firmly in the small of his back though, and he was instantly soothed. “Yes, we will participate in the relationship customs. Let us go.”

                “How grand!” Kurodo cried, rubbing his hands together. “And we shall accompany, as your chaperones!”

                Lirin stepped chest to chest with Ulquiorra- or really, more like chest to thighs- and stood on her tip toes in an effort to intimidate. “Yes,” she snipped, “We shall chaperone, to ensure that all proprieties are observed.”

                Ulquiorra was not impressed. “Of course,” he conceded with a nod, at which Lirin seemed taken aback. She masked her surprise by turning smartly on her heel and marching out the door.

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                Nova had no idea what movie Lirin had bought tickets to, nor did he care. He was righteously horrified by this whole affair, and was hanging back as far as possible without prompting Lirin’s wrath. She and Kurodo purchased an unreasonable quantity of snacks from the concessions, and loaded Ulquiorra down, which he begrudgingly obliged. Nova could see how hard the Espada was trying to satisfy his family, and it warmed his heart.

                They found their seats in the theater, only a handful of other people there at the showing. Lirin and Kurodo sat several rows behind them, “To better observe, for the sake of propriety,” Kurodo assured them.

                The lights dimmed and the screen lit up, rolling through a series of previews for upcoming films before commencing with the main attraction. Nova noted before long that it seemed to be some sort of Kaiju movie. At least it should be tolerable, he thought to himself. He glanced over at Ulquiorra, who was eating popcorn very slowly, fascinated with the show. They probably didn’t have anything like this in Hueco Mundo, thought Nova, and smiled warmly at how Ulquiorra was actually kind of cute when he was so engrossed in something.

                “Is it a Hollow of some sort?” the Cuatra asked, just as perplexed by the plot of the show as he was by the texture of his snack.

                Nova snickered. “Uh… Not quite. Sort of, I guess you could think of it that way.”

                “And the young man… Is he a Soul Reaper?”

                Nova was glad his hood hid his smile of amusement. “They’re the heroes, him and his friends. So in a way.”

                Ulquiorra watched the movie for a while longer, then whispered, “They are not very skilled. Their plan to kill the creature is very illogical, and bound to fail. Someone should just behead it with a zanupakto.”

                Nova sipped his soda with a grin, leaving Ulquiorra to stew over the plot holes. Then, there was a bedroom scene. Nova choked, cheeks growing warm. He felt something bounce lightly off his hood, and he sat up and turned around. Lirin and Kurodo were dramatically miming “holding hands,” and he felt his face go doubly hot as he sank down into his seat, trying to hide from them, Ulquiorra, the movie, and the world. Ulquiorra glanced over at him, but said nothing. He was incredibly relieved when the movie got back to the action sequences.

                Suddenly his phone started chirping. Strangers in the theater gave him rude stares, and he fumbled, spilling some of his soda in his lap. When he had silenced it and looked down at the screen, he saw it was a text from Lirin: “Grab on to him at the scary part!”

                Nova sighed. This was absurd; he couldn’t believe Ulquiorra was willing to go along with it. “I’m going to go get some napkins to wipe this up,” Nova whispered, and his companion nodded agreeably.

                Blinded by the bright light of the lobby and concession area, it took Nova a few moments to locate a napkin dispenser. He began to grab handfuls of them, trying to sop up the cold, damp spot on the front of his pants. The cashier stood by and stared disapprovingly at him, but Nova tried not to pay attention, focusing instead on minimizing the mess.

                Realizing he probably could benefit from the aid of an electric hand dryer, he located the men’s room and turned on the blower, alternately letting it hit the outside of his pants, and pulling open his waistband and letting the warm air blow down it. After the sex scene in the movie, embarrassed as he’d been, he’d been left a little hot and bothered, and the warm air felt nice, though wasn’t doing much in the way of calming his arousal.

                Satisfied that his pants were dry enough, he turned and stepped into the nearest stall to relieve himself before going back into the theater… And found himself accosted. His hood was immediately zipped shut so he couldn’t see his assailant, mouth covered and hands pinned above his head. He panted frantically through his nose in the dark, his breath muffled through the fabric.

                The faint smell of wintergreen wafted through the mask, mixed with green tea and summer rain. Ulquiorra… His panic subsided, and his breathing began to slow to an even steady pace. His body relaxed, trusting the hands that held him. He felt a chest pressed against his, a mouth nearing Nova’s ear, hot breath blowing there, sending chills up the Mod Soul’s spine, making his knees weak. He gave a soft, pleading whimper, and inclined his head to rub it against that of his captor.

                A knee found its way between Nova’s legs as the body of the other pressed into him, and he timidly pressed his hips forward, his hardness making blissful contact with an upper thigh, his head knocking back slackly against the tile wall. His mask was slowly unzipped, just enough to reveal his mouth, and gentle, chaste lips met his own, then again, then harder. A bit of teeth, a swiping tongue, and Nova’s breath began to speed up again and his body flooded with need.

                A hand came to rest on his side, the other still holding his arms pinned above his head. Feathering fingers stroked downward in a slow torment, causing Nova to squirm, bucking his hips in desperation, aching for more.

                The fingers came close- oh so close- and once pressed the fabric of his pants in such a way that indirect pressure was placed on sensitive parts… And then he was released, gently guided to sit on the toilet since he was so unsteady. He heard the sound of the door as his “assailant” left as mysteriously as they had come, leaving him to pull himself back together.

                Once he had calmed down, both physically and sexually, he returned to the theater and took a seat beside Ulquiorra. His fingers sought out those of the Espada, and intertwined with them. He received a reassuring squeeze, and he sighed with satisfaction, resting his head on Ulquiorra’s shoulder, closing his eyes and just taking in his scent. “Thank you,” he murmured softly.

                He felt Ulquiorra turn his face, and press a kiss to the top of his head, lingering, breathing warmly though his nose buried in Nova’s hood, sending shivers down the mod soul’s spine. Ulquiorra made a pleased, approving sound, and leaned into Nova, enjoying his touch, ignoring most of the rest of the movie.

                Once it was over, Lirin and Kurodo boasted the grand success of the date to one other as they walked back to the shoten. Ulquiorra and Nova hung back a few steps, holding hands, listening together to the quiet that falls as the sun goes down, a blanket of night that dampens all sound. A few early stars began to make their appearance in the darkening sky, and Nova gazed up at them, while Ulquiorra gazed instead at Nova.

                “It was… Nice.” Ulquiorra observed the shifting of Nova’s mask and the crinkle around his eyes, indicative of a smile.

                “It was. Especially the bathroom visit,” the red head replied, and sighed. “Thank you for humoring Lirin with this… You’ve seen how she is.”

                “Indeed.”

                Nova glanced at the Espada, who seemed for the briefest moment to be wearing a flicker of amusement, but then it was gone. They arrived at the Shoten and Nova headed for his room to get ready for bed. Ulquiorra began to follow, but Lirin stopped him in the doorway.

                “And just where do you think you’re going, mister?” the diminutive blonde demanded.

                Ulquiorra’s eyes flashed with fire, but his face remained ever stoic. “To bed,” he stated firmly.

                Lirin pushed him bodily toward the sitting room. “Nuh-uh, no way no how.”

                “All propriety must be observed!” Kurodo exclaimed, coming behind and pulling the door closed. Nova locked eyes with Ulquiorra’s in silent desperation, reaching his hand toward the Espada, but he knew it was to no avail as the door shut. Ulquiorra would obey the customs and ‘all propriety’ until Nova’s siblings were satisfied.

                He turned out the light and curled up in his bed, feeling that the space seemed far too large and cold and empty without his Espada there beside him. He didn’t know how long he lay there awake, tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. Finally, he got up and sifted through the dirty laundry hamper, locating the shirt Ulquiorra had worn the day before. He buried his face in it, inhaling his scent, then pulled it on over his own clothes, feeling wrapped in the comfort, as close as he was going to get to Ulquiorra tonight. Finally, slumber came for him, and he slept a restless and dreamless sleep.

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                Ulquiorra lay on the sofa, a blanket over him and a pillow under his head, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft snoring of Kurodo, asleep in a chair in front of the door. As if that would stop me, if I were so inclined, Ulquiorra scoffed, but he acceded to these foolish hoops he was being made to jump through. For Nova, he reminded himself, and tried to get comfortable. He had grown rather accustomed to the presence of his bedfellow in this brief time, perhaps even one might go so far as to call it a fondness. Ulquiorra wasn’t sure, but he knew the lack of him was uncomfortable, and he very much hoped that this nonsense with Nova’s siblings would soon be satisfied, and he could get back to the comfort of his previous existence.

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                When Nova made it to the breakfast table, it was clear to him from the eager chatter between Lirin and Kisuke that his troubles were not over.

                “Nova! Come, have a seat my boy,” Kisuke lilted, patting the cushion beside him. “We were just discussing Lirin and Kurodo’s plans for today.”

                Nova groaned inwardly, but trudged over and plopped down. His eyes sought the salvation of Ulquiorra’s consoling gaze, but he realized that his Espada was not at the table. He became anxious, breathing shallow and rapid, hands fidgeting in his lap, blood pounding deafeningly in his ears.

                “Nova!”

                He shook himself out of his distress, and realized everyone was staring expectantly at him. “Uh… I’m sorry,” he whispered.

                “Kurodo was asking what style of cuisine you would enjoy at the restaurant today for lunch?”

                Nova glanced nervously around, his panic mounting. Where was Ulquiorra?
                Kisuke noted his erratic, twitchy behaviors, and laid a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. “He went out hunting first thing this morning, Nova,” the shopkeeper imparted quietly. Nova's hands balled tightly into fists, tears welling in his eyes.
                “Excuse me,” the mod soul breathed jaggedly, and got up from the table, returning briskly to his room and shutting the door behind him. He lost all composure then, and devolved into sobs, collapsing against the door, sliding down it, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor.
                He went without me, he lamented, not sure why it hurt him so badly as it did. Surely it shouldn't matter that much, it was just a simple daily hunting trip… But it does. It does hurt, he whimpered to himself. He tried to figure out why he was so wounded by being left alone like this… It seemed rather dependent, perhaps unhealthy, to have leaned so completely on the Espada as he did. But no one has ever before seen in me the value which he has found in this short time. No one has understood me so completely, seen me as I am, and loved me merely for what I was. It had only been since last night that he had seen Ulquiorra, but the emptiness he felt at his absence was deep and all-consuming.
                The door shifted, but jammed against Nova's slack body. It rattled somewhat, and a soft voice called, “Nova, why does the door not open?”
                Gasping, scrambling, wiping at tears, Nova pulled the door open and reached through and up, hooking a hand around the back of Ulquiorra's neck and yanking him down. Ulquiorra was taken off guard and stumbled, coming down hard on one knee as the mod soul wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder, sobbing.
                Ulquiorra was taken aback, unsure what had brought Nova to this state. He cautiously placed his arms around the wrecked man clinging to him, and pulled him into his lap as he sat. He held him with a tightness equal to the severity of his crying. Once his sobbing eased, Nova still clutched the Espada until the tension melted from his body in the strong, comforting embrace.
                When he finally pulled himself back together, Nova sat back a little and looked down shamefully. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, the hitch in his voice evidence that he wasn't completely back to himself.
                Ulquiorra looked up to see a crowd gathered at the end of the hall. Unsure how long they had been watching for, but also not caring, he scooped the broken mod soul into his arms and stood, stepping into his room and closing the door.
                “But, propriety!” Kurodo insisted.
                The Cuatra stepped back into the hall and shot a glare so withering and severe, they all visibly cringed. “With all due respect,” he enunciated, ice and steel in his tone, “your proprieties be damned.” His look softened then, very nearly tender, as he turned to Nova, still in his arms. In a voice meant more for him then the others, Ulquiorra said, “There are more important matters to be attended to at this time.” And with that, he left the others flabbergasted in the hall, slamming the door behind him.
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                Nova leaned into him, sighing, sniffling. “Thank you.”
                Ulquiorra sat on the bed, still holding Nova, and pulled the blankets up over the both of them. “We will need to discuss this later,” he informed the mod soul, concern heavy in his voice. “But for now, let me comfort you.”
                Nova sighed peacefully, finally feeling safe. He nestled into the strong embrace, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his beloved, nuzzling the hollow where his neck and shoulder met.
                Ulquiorra sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. The young man was perplexing at times, to be sure… But there was nothing complicated in this. The pleasure of his touch was undeniable, and he knew these feelings were reciprocal. He let Nova rub his face against the soft, sensitive place of his neck, warm breath through his mask sending tingles downward.
                He tried, he really did… Ulquiorra had every intention of waiting much longer before engaging with Nova in this fashion… But, in his distress, it seemed warranted somehow. He bowed his head to the side and began to return the nuzzling, nibbling, hot puffs of breath on the mod soul's own neck, nosing his way under the neck of his hood.
                Nova gave soft whimpers, pausing periodically, lost in sensation. When Ulquiorra's hand began to feather over his spine, around the side to his ribs, Nova tried to stifle his cry of pleasure, arching into the touch. He tugged his mask down past his chin, and stared at Ulquiorra's mismatched lips, one black and one white, then hungry eyes met his own. Ulquiorra held his gaze and leaned in hesitantly, passion-labored breathing battling as their mouths neared, lips brushing, then pressing, then parting for a darting tongue. Nova shivered, recalling this kiss from the bathroom, wilting at the memory of being so commanded and possessed.
                Ulquiorra drew back. “Are you alright?”
                Nova bit his lip and smirked, tugging his mask off. “Yeah. I was just thinking about our encounter at the theater…”
                The Espada gave an airy snort of amusement, and ran his fingers through the tousled shock of fiery hair. “Thinking what of it, exactly?” Nova sighed and leaned into the touch until Ulquiorra finally stopped stroking his head, to allow him to focus.
                “Uh… I was just thinking how…” he fumbled, feeling embarrassed to say it out loud.
                Ulquiorra let him flounder for a few seconds, then took pity on him. He shifted the mod soul off his lap and knelt beside him. Nova looked mournful for a moment, until Ulquiorra took his wrist, and pinned it firmly to the mattress. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes grew wide, fixed on his wrist. “Yes,” he hissed, barely audible.
                “Ah, this then,” Ulquiorra asserted. “I thought as much. The both of them?” As he pinned the other wrist, Nova made a pleading sort of moan. The Espada watched his face grow flushed, his eyes begging for more. He leaned down and brushed his cheek along Nova's, nuzzling his ear, whispering, “Is this it? What you want, Nova?” Any response was lost as his tongue began to explore the convoluted folds, teeth grazing and nipping the outer edges. He continued as he shifted, from beside the mod soul to between his legs. Nova made a guttural sound, though It wasn’t clear as to whether it was permission or protest. Ulquiorra slid Nova's hands up over his head, and Nova felt something soft coming against his skin and winding around his wrists. He looked up, and saw purple silk cord, knots settling against his pale flesh. “Is it… satisfactory?” Ulquiorra asked, unexpectedly hesitant. “I purchased it while I was out today. I hadn't expected to use it so soon, but…”
                Nova leaned his head up and kissed his captor desperately. The Espada snugged the cord, secured on The other end under the bed to the frame, and sat back on his heels, surveying his catch. “Are you sure you want this? Very sure?”
                Nova nodded, but Ulquiorra frowned. “Say it. I must hear you say it, or I won't do it.”
                “I want it,” Nova gasped, writhing, aching to be touched.
                A smile flickered across the Espada's face, and he leaned down, nose to nose, Nova lost and swimming in his eyes. “Tell me,” he commanded firmly. “Tell me what you want.”
                “Touch me,” Nova pleaded, his aching becoming painful. “Please.”
                Ulquiorra brought a single finger and pressed it to Nova's forehead. “This is touching…”
                Nova's frustration caused tears to run down his temples into his hair. “F…f… Fuuuuuuck…” he whimpered.
                Ulquiorra gave a shocked chuckle. “Such language, Nova.” A slap stung across his left cheek, and he gave a squeak. Ulquiorra leaned down and whispered in his ear, “We’ll get there, if it's what you truly want… But we have to work up to it. I’ll take it easier on you though. I'm not sure you are ready for this sort of roughness.”
                “I'm ready,” Nova insisted, breathless. “I want it. Please.”
                Ulquiorra pursed his lips and thought for a moment. “Perhaps,” he relented. “Let's take it slowly.” He pulled up Nova's shirt a few inches and leaned down over the bare flesh, Nova transfixed on his actions. Teeth grazed the flesh there, and Nova arched into the contact. He was rewarded with the warm wetness of a tongue lapping across his tight abdomen, the press of soft lips, and more firm bites. His head was swimming in bliss, he could hardly think, or string two coherent words together if his life had depended on it, and he was glad he wasn’t being forced to beg right now for what he wanted.

                The shirt crept up another inch, and Ulquiorra’s mouth continued to explore. Nova wriggled, desperate for some friction to satisfy the ache in his nether regions, but of course Ulquiorra had positioned himself in such a manner that was not possible. He just slowly continued his ascent up Nova’s chest, pushing back his shirt an inch at a time, tasting every millimeter of bare stomach, up to his chest. As Ulquiorra approached his nipples, Nova stopped bucking his hips and lay still in breathless anticipation. Hot breath perked them erect, and the merest brush of his tongue elicited a needy whine from Nova, who pulled compulsively at his restraints.

                “Pleeeeeeaaase,” he begged, trying to lift his chest.

                Ulquiorra pressed his tongue firmly against one of the pert nipples and laved against it, sucking and teasing with little nibbles. Nova’s head spun, and he felt a growing moistness at the front of his pants. Ulquiorra switched to the other side, and the mod soul cried out as his Espada lay down bodily on top of him, pressing chest on chest, the satisfaction of the contact between the bulges of their pants, was too much for Nova to handle. He shuddered and convulsed as wetness bloomed on the front of his crotch, and he moaned lamentably.

                “I’m sorry, I couldn’t…”

                But Ulquiorra quieted his apology with a deep kiss, stroking his face, easing and relaxing him after his release. He untied the cord, and Nova rubbed gently at his wrists. “Was it too tight?”

                Nova’s eyes grew heavy, and he yawned. “No, not at all. It was wonderful. You’re wonderful… Thank you.”

                Ulquiorra smiled softly, and lay beside him, drawing the drowsy mod soul into the hollow of his shoulder, cradling him. “No apologies. There will be other times. We will learn one another’s bodies, and pacing, with practice. It will last longer, eventually.”

                “But you…”

                Ulquiorra silenced him again with another kiss. “I am beyond satisfied that you found release, and that I was able to be the cause of it. I look forward to the next time.”

                Nova put his arm over the Espada, and held him tightly. “Ulquiorra?”

                “Hmm?”

                “I… I think I…”

                Ulquiorra waited, but when he looked down, Nova was snoring softly, a gentle smile turning up the elfish features of his face.

                “Next time,” he whispered, placing a tender kiss on the top of his head.

WWWWWWWWWW

A/N: I’m sorry this has been so long in coming (no pun intended, heh…), and I certainly hope it was worth the wait for you. More to follow, in time.
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