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Hi all **waves** Recently
I was asked to write a Szayel x Nnoitra
Oneshot. After speaking to AFF�s brilliant Nova
Alexandria, she graciously offered me some plot ideas for the pairing. From
this we decided it might be amusing for us to each separately write a story
with the same plot and see how different they came out. So today, I am post two
stories from separate authors (myself and Nova Alexandra) which originally
started with the SAME plot theory :D This was very fun
and we�re hoping to do this again soon. LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THIS ORIGINAL PLOT
THEORY WAS CREATED BY NOVA ALEXANDRIA, NOT ME.

I have not included the name of the requestee because I do not yet have their permission to do
so.�

Warnings: Both stories contain Yaoi, Anal, M/M sex,
small blood play (biting and such), coarse language, violence and the second
contains rape.

Summary: What happens when Nnoitra spills some
unknown liquids within Szayel�s lab?

Lab Hazards

By Kazes

Szayel x Nnoitra Oneshot request.

�

Before the transformation of Hollow to Arrancar, a Hollow spirit is consumed by the desire to
feed; every thought is bound to seeking out the next prey. Hueco
Mundo was surely another form of hell; the already
broken soul is driven mad by the all-consuming desire to kill, devour and gain
strength, even after reaching Adjuchas stages, their lust cannot be slaked��

It�s because of
this, that when approached by a man claiming to have the ability to end the
relentless cycle, while also increasing their strength; most would gladly
agreed to serve under his command. It was only after the Arrancar
process; however, that Nnoitra Jiruga realized how boring Hueco Mundo was� Now, without the
endless search for nourishment, his priorities had changed. Now what he
searched for was battle; to gain strength by killing those who thought they
were stronger than him. Aizen had promised him fierce
battles, but so far, the closet thing he had seen to battle was training, and
fighting with the Sexta over what section of Las Noches they lay claim to. There
was, however, another hunger that had awoken inside him, one he hadn�t thought
he would ever feel again, and it seemed the more his strength grew, the greater
the need became. Lust� pure unadulterated lust.

This day, he had been particularly
agitated; Las Noches was just as dull as the
never-ending dunes of Hueco Mundo.
He stalked through the eternal white halls, hoping to find something to kill�
or fuck. Alas, he was having no luck, especially since Aizen
had asked him to lower the Arrancar death-count
surrounding his quarters.

Before he knew where he was, he sensed a
familiar reiatsu, not one he was particularly fond of, but then Nnoitra wasn�t particularly fond of anyone. He smiled to
himself; pissing this little bitch off might be entertaining� at least for a
while anyway.�

He pushed open the door to Szayel Aporro
Granz�s main laboratory and strode in. The room was
packed full of technical looking equipment; there were four stainless steel lab
benches with either, caged Hollow animals, bubbling liquids or vibrating plates
with opaque and glass flasks set on them. The furthest bench was covered with
Hollow mask remnants; some floating in bubbling liquid within glass beakers,
and others hung above Bunsen-burner flames.

Nnoitra cringed and considered
turning around to leave, but a flash of pink caught his eye.

�Oi, Szayel,
what the fuck is all this shit?� He called out to the flamboyant scientist as
he crossed the room.

Szayel turned toward the Quinto Espada with a look of frustration for the intrusion. He was
wearing a white tailored lab-coat, which buttoned up on the left side of his
chest, latex gloves and a disposable white mask.

�What are you doing here Nnoitra?
You�re interrupting my vital research!� He said as he pulled down the mask
covering his face and begun removing his gloves. The latex gloves made a snap
sound as Szayel removed them and tossed them in a
near-by trash can labeled �Contaminated Waste�.�

Nnoitra turned toward one
of the benches and picked up a glass flask, which was half-filled with a red
liquid and had a cork stopper in the opening. Nnoitra
swirled the liquid around and leant in to examine it as he spoke.

�I was bored so I came to annoy your pretty arse� What is this crap?� He smirked at the blush he could
see from the corner of his eye while watching the red liquid slosh around.

Szayel could feel his cheeks heat slightly before he pushed his glasses
further up his nose. ��Something your feeble mind could never comprehend, and
you�re succeeding with your original endeavor. Now
get out before you break something!� He took the flask away from Nnoitra, and placed it back on the vibrating plate before
attempting to push Nnoitra in the direction of the
door.

�Hey now�� Nnoitra faked a hurt
expression. �That�s not very nice-�

The silence was deafening and time stood still, as the
glass bottle fell from the bench and plummeted to the white marble floor. The
high-pitched sound of shattering glass tore through the silence, before the
floor surrounding the two Espada was coated in red
liquid and glass fragments.

�Oh� Gods!� Szayel�s
face was plastered with horror as the memories of what that particular
experiment entailed came back to him.

Almost immediately the liquid was changing to a gaseous
faze, and the red mist began rising around them. �Do you realize what you�ve
done?!� The pink haired Espada�s wide eyes met with Nnoitra�s.

�Tch, it�s not that bad Pinky.�
He said with a grin. �I�ll buy ya a new one��

Szayel ignored the stupid
remark. His mind was a blur of information as he tried to calculate how much
time they had. It would definitely affect the Quinto before him; he had created
vaccines for most of his body/mind-altering experiments, and made sure to keep
his immunity strong. In the case of this particular experiment however,
immunity only lasted long enough for a person to escape to safer ground before
the drug took effect.

�We have to
leave, now!� Szayel turned toward the door; the last
thing he wanted was to be alone with Nnoitra Jiruga when this drug kicked in.

Nnoitra rolled his eyes; Szayel was such a pansy-ass drama queen. They hadn�t
exploded, or turned into freaky monsters yet, so what was the big deal. He
shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to follow the Octava
out of the lab. He wanted to get away from the stink of that red stuff anyway.

He smirked at the pink haired Espada
walking in front of him, and found his eyes wandering over Szayel�s
back and lingering on his arse� He pursed his lips.

�Such a nice arse� how come I�ve
never noticed that before?� He
tilted his head as he watched the Octava�s hips
swing. �� I think it�s even nicer than Tesla�s�� His stride was
considerably bigger than Szayel�s, so he had covered
the distance between them in three steps.

Szayel hurried to open
the door, but before he could open it completely, a hand reached over him and
slammed it shut. Nnoitra�s body leant over the Octava as his hand held the door firmly closed. Szayel felt a twinge of panic; he was planning on sonido-ing the hell away from there the minute the door was
open. He felt the Quinto lean into his back and hot breath against his ear.

�Ya know Szayel� I never realized
what a nice arse you have�� The pink haired Espada tensed when Nnoitra�s hand
slid down his back to grab his arse.

�Nnoitra you have to listen to me-� His breath hitched when Nniotra�s tongue ran along his ear before he began slowly
and wetly sucking on his earlobe. Szayel brought both
his hands to brace himself against the door. He had to get Nnoitra
off before the drug took him as well. He tried to use the door as leverage to
push back and escape, but all he managed to do was push his body firmly into Nnoitra�s evident, drug-induced, arousal.�

Nnoitra growled and firmly ran his hands along Szayel�s
outstretched arms, leaning into him, before intertwining their fingers. He
ground his almost full erection into the smaller man�s back, while letting his
hot breath run along the length of Szayel�s neck. Szayel let out an involuntary groan and then gasped. �Oh no this isn�t happening!�

�Nnoitra stop!� He shouted and began to struggle, but Nnoitra was far stronger than him; his attempts were
practically useless.

�It�s okay
sexy�� Nnoitra cooed, running his nose up the back of
Szayel�s throat, breathing in his scent, and tickled
behind his ear. �I�ll be gentle with you�� He disconnected one hand, slid it
across the smaller man�s chest and pulled at the opening to his lab-coat. The
only sound interrupting both men�s heavy breathing was the, snap, snap, snap,
of Szayel�s lab-coat buttons. Nnoitra
pulled back the material and ran his hand up to Szayel�s
throat, unzipping his jacket enough to slip a hand inside.

Szayel�s breath hastened and heat rushed through
his body when Nnoitra found his nipple. A gasp
escaped his lips and his nipple hardened instantly under Nnoitra�s
firm caresses. The Octava closed his eyes and tried
to concentrate. �It�s just the drug! You can forbear this� it�s just a
matter of resolve...��

He turned his
face in an attempt to look Nnoitra in the eye. �Nnoitra Jiruga, if you don�t get
your hands off me now, I�ll make it so you�re never able to copulate again.�
His voice was ice-cold, and his glare shot daggers over his shoulder. �This is
my final warning to you.�

Nnoitra didn�t seem deterred at all; instead using the opportunity to bring
their lips within range of each other. �Shh, it�s okay baby�I promise to be gentle�� He spoke with their
lips so that every word caused them to brush against each other. At the same
time the hand that was inside Szayel�s jacket slipped
out and began sliding down his toned stomach. ��until you beg me to do
otherwise.�

A shiver
coursed through Szayel, and Nnoitra
smoothed his hand firmly over his groin. Nnoitra
smiled inches in front the smaller man�s lips, when he felt the firm �contradiction�
to Szayel�s protests. Amber eyes slowly closed as
heat coursed through his body and filled his groin. Szayel
quickly bit his own lower lip, wetting his lips in anticipation. Nnoitra smirked, as he watched the usually poised and
restrained man, melt in his hands. �Fuck I�m good��

Nnoitra grasped the smaller man through his hakama
and squeezed gently. Szayel moaned and pushed into
the strong hand. Suddenly, soft, wet lips were against his. The hand that was
restraining him now cupped his cheek and pulled him gently into the kiss.

Szayel opened his eyes in surprise; he wasn�t expecting this from the Quinto Espada. The kiss was
tender, and yet passionate, coaxing his lips to open, tempting him with soft
nips to submit. Without breaking the kiss, Nnoitra
shifted so they were facing each other, removing his hand from Szayel�s crutch and moving it around the smaller mans
waist, to his lower back.

Szayel was lost; he was fully hard now, and his body was screaming for
every touch. There was no turning back; they had both been exposed to the
chemical for too long. Nnoitra knew he had won when
the lips he was kissing parted and lustful moans were muffled into his own open
mouth. He smiled into the kiss and moved the hand that was on Szayel�s lower back down the grasp his arse.

Nnoitra groaned into what was quickly becoming a wet pash
when he felt Szayel�s tight, round arse. He used it to lift the smaller man up enough to
grinding their groins together, while using the other hand to thread his
fingers through Szayel�s pink hair. Nnoitra pulled at the pink strands enough to tilt the Octava�s head back, opening his mouth further so he could
delve his tongue deeper into the hot cavern.��

Szayel pulled away from the kiss, to catch his breath, leaning into the larger
man and resting his chin against a strong shoulder. Nnoitra
moved both hands to grip the smaller man�s arse,
repeating the grinding maneuver and began to suck at the crook of Szayel�s exposed neck. �Mmh�Nnoitra.� His name said so erotically made him growl and
hoist the smaller man onto his hips. Szayel gasped,
before wrapping his legs around Nnoitra�s waist and
slinging his arms around the larger man�s neck. Gods he was never going to live
this down!

There was a
loud thud and a small huff from Szayel when his back
connected with the door. He quickly thread his fingers
through Nnoitra�s ebony hair and tilted his head to
the side, allowing him to wreak havoc on the Quinto�s
neck.

Nnoitra growled and pushed his hips forward. �Arh,
sexy� if you keep that up�mmh, I�m not sure I can
keep my promise to you.��

He groaned at
the electric heat in his body. �Damn I didn�t realize I was this horny!�
�Fuck� I wanna fuck you so bad�come �ere.� He slowly
lowered the Octava down so he was standing; Szayel panted and looked up at the dark haired man with
confusion.

�What? Don�t
stop now!� He spoke through uneven breath.

Nnoitra smirked wickedly at Szayel. �Yeah right�Ya ain�t goin
nowhere��

Nnoitra�s grin stretched across his face as he looked down at the Octava, and began untying his jacket, before moving to the
sash of his hakama. Szayel�s
eyes widen and a sinful smirk covered his face. He stepped in and went to help
undress the other, but his hands were casually knocked away. Again, confusion
and now agitation flittered across the Eight�s face.

Nnoitra grinned, �I got this baby�you just get down on your knees.�

Szayel glared up at the larger man. Fuck, his body was on fire, he ached
to be touched� but not enough to make him want to suck Nnoitra�s
dick. �If think I�m going to-Mmph.� He was cut off
when Nnoitra pulled him into another passionate kiss.

Szayel felt the material of Nnoitra�s hakama fall from between them, and he stumbled back when
the Quinto stepped forward out of the pile of cloths.
Szayel whimpered when he was pushed back further, Nnoitra�s naked body and hard cock pressing him against the
door. �Ya shoulda just
sucked me off�ya gunna
regret it� His voice was dark as he whispered into Szayel�s
ear. ��cos now there ain�t nothin� between me and the main course.�� A spike of fear coursed through the pink
haired man when Nnoitra�s words were emphasized with
a squeeze of his arse.�

Nnoitra made short work of removing the Eight�s jacket, the zipper access
meant it was gone in seconds.� He push Szayel back against the door with both hands, running his
hands firmly up his torso, stopping at the Octava Espada�s nipples and pinching them hard. Szayel held back a yelp at his sensitive nipples being
rough-housed. Nnoitra leant in and dragged his long
tongue across a reddened nipple, sucking it and then moving quickly to assault
the other in a similar fashion.

Kissing his
way back put the Octava�s throat; he grabbed Szayel�s hand and pulled it against his own cock, Nnoitra moan into the smaller man�s throat when both their
hands covered his dick. He began working the smaller hand over his dick until
he was sure Szayel would continue on his own. He
smiled into the Eight�s neck when he continued the ministrations without
coaching. Nnoitra used both hands to cup Szayel�s face and forced his tongue into the smaller mouth.
Szayel moaned and ran his thumb over the leaking head
in his hand, which earned him a deep groan from the other.

Nnoitra moved his hands down the Octava�s body
and began untying his belt. Szayel hesitated in his
handwork, but Nnoitra growled, bit-down hard on his
neck and thrust forward in a wordless scolding. Szayel
cried out, and quickly went back to hand-fucking his superior. He had to admit
to himself, drugged or not, he was enjoying being dominated.

Nnoitra let Szayel�s hakama
fall to the ground and broke away from the smaller man so he could look down at
him. Evil flamed in Nnoitra�s eyes while they raked
over the smaller, panting body.

Before Szayel knew what hit him, he was back up on Nnoitra�s hips with his back against the door. Nnoitra looked him in the eye as he shifted Szayel so he could hold his weight in one hand; he lifted
his free hand and slowly pushed two long fingers into Szayel�s
panting mouth.

Szayel moaned on the fingers that were moving in and out of his mouth. Nnoitra ran a long lick up Szayel�s
throat and withdrew his fingers. He bought his hand down underneath the Octava and began running the wet digits over Szayel�s exposed entrance. Szayel
gasped as one long finger quickly slid into his body; Nnoitra
distracted him by rolling his hips forward to grind their cocks together,
before thrusting in the second digest.�

Both men
moaned when Nnoitra began thrusting his fingers in
and out of the tense passage.

�Arh!�Nnoi�tra.� Szayel�s voice conveyed a
mixture of pain and pleasure while he panted over the
Quinto�s shoulder.

�Shh�Mmh, you�re so tight.� Nnoitra breathed into Szayel�s
ear.

Nnoitra continued to whisper reassurances into Szayel�s
ear and thrust in a third finger. Szayel bit his lip
in an attempt to stifle the cry of pain from breaking free of his mouth. The
Fifth threw his hips forward, grinding their bodies together and assaulted Szayel�s lips with his own, relishing the whimpering sounds
coming from the smaller man.

�Mmm�it�s okay.� He soothed. Nnoitra
knew exactly what he was doing, though he loved hearing the cries of pain from
his pets, what he really wanted was to hear Szayel
scream his name� beg for it.

He smiled and
pulled his encased fingers forward in a come-hither motion; Szayel
whimpered but Nnoitra continued the action until Szayel jumped in shock.

�Oh� Fuck!� Nnoitra�s smile stretched across his face, �Ngh�oh�mmh!� The pink haired man
moaned and began rolling his hips against the fingers, before Nnoitra promptly pulled his fingers free, dropped Szayel to his feet and walked over to his pile of cloths. Szayel�s legs nearly gave way at the sudden weight of his
body, and anger flushed through him.

�I�m getting fuckin sick of your teasing Quinto.�
He scowled at the tall man who was sifting through the pile of discarded
cloths.

Nnoitra having apparently found what he was looking for turned toward the
glaring Octava and tisked.
�Ya so impatient�� Suddenly, Szayel
was smashed face-first into the door. Nnoitra held
the back of Szayel�s head into the door with one
hand, and uncapped the small bottle of oil he had retrieved from his hakama pocket with the other. He poured oil into his hand
and smeared the slick lubricant on his aching cock, moaning at the wet feel
sliding across his sensitive organ.�

�This what ya wanted?� Releasing Szayel�s head, he used one hand to pull the Octava�s hips way from the door, and the other to line
himself up with the passage before him.��

Szayel braced himself against the door and tensed when he felt the head of
Nnoitra�s cock rub against his entrance. The dark
haired Quinto leant over the smaller Espada to cooed in his
ear before biting hard on the fine shoulder below him. The small
taste of small blood was all Nnoitra could take. Grabbing a firm
hold of Szayel�s hips, Nnoitra
pushed forward. Szayel cried out in pain and tried to
pull away, but Nnoitra had him trapped and thrust
forward again until he was fully sheathed.

Nnoitra grunted at the tight heat gripping him, pulling him in.

�Mmm�haha�Y-eah�
His tone bordered on crazy as he pulled back slowly, enjoying the tight drag of
the muscles encasing him, resisting his retreat.

Szayel bit the inside of his cheek when Nnoitra
thrust forward again and blood pooled in his mouth, but the pain in his mouth
paled in comparison to the pain in his arse.

�Arh�shit� He sucked in through clenched teeth, creating a
hissing noise with each breath. In direct converse to the Octava�s
torture was the Quinto�s pleasure.�

�Oh�you feel
so fuckin� good.� Nnoitra
was no longer holding back, pulling almost completely out before driving
himself back into the smaller body.

Szayel�s cries had ceased as he became more accustom to the burning pain of Nnoitra�s intrusion. He screwed his eyes shut and his
sadistic side began to think he might enjoy this pain. Nnoitra
continued fucking the pretty Espada and ran a hand up
his sweaty back. With the slightest pressure, he pushed him down a little so he
could get a better angle and threw his hips forward violently.

�Oh fuck!� Szayel didn�t know if his cry was from pain or pleasure;
either way he wanted it to happen again.�

Nnoitra had found what he was looking for and began pummeling it, driving
in and out of the hot body that was now clenching on him with every thrust.

�Mmh�fu-ck�Nnoi-�ngh� The Octava panted trying to
speak but losing his thoughts with the pleasure he was receiving. It was as if Nnoitra couldn�t fuck him hard enough.

�What was tha� Szayel?� Nnoitra
mocked, loving hearing the Octava�s failed attempts
to speak.

�Nnoi�tra�Please!� The smaller man whined as he pushed
back on the cock riding him.

�Please what?�
Nnoitra knew exactly what Szayel
needed, but wanted to hear it from his lips.

Szayel let out a scream of pleasure and frustration. �Pl-ease, fuck me
ha-� His last word was cut off when the Quito began pounding into him. Blood
began to run down the inside of Szayel�s thigh, but
neither man noticed at this point.

Nnoitra leant forward, took Szayel�s burning cock
in his hand, and jerked it with what rhythm he could manage while continuing to
thrust. It didn�t take much to set Szayel off; his
cock had been almost forgotten, so the sudden rough handling was all he needed.

�Shit, Nnoitra!� His body exploded, bucking forward into Nnoitra�s hand, spasming in ways
it never had before, as he squirted his release over the floor and Nnoitra�s hand.��

Nnoitra lost his control when the body he was inside shook and bucked
against him, the cries of his name was the final stroke to his ego that made
him cum hard inside the lower ranked Espada.

Both men
collapsed to the ground, Nnoitra falling awkwardly on
top of the Eight. He pulled himself free with a groan from both and sat back
with a wide grin.

�Well shit��
He panted, grinning at the limp man across from him. �Who�da
thought you were such a slut Szayel.�

Szayel groaned and rested his head back against the door, his arse was killing him but he couldn�t get up from
exhaustion. He reached out and grabbed his glasses from the floor where they
had fallen earlier and slid them onto his face.

�This was your
fault you know!� The words didn�t come out as angry as he meant them to be, he
was too tired to yell at the dull-witted man.

�Why�s that, cos I�m so irresistible?��
Nnoitra smirked as he heaved himself from the
ground and made his way to the discarded pile of cloths.

�You spilled a
bottle of my Oxytomones. It�s a highly complex formula I created when I was
investigating Hollow mating patterns. It�s a detailed mixture of the body�s Oxytocins and Pheromones.� Szayel
waved his hand about during the explanation that Nnoitra
had tuned out as soon as he started talking. �The liquid to gas ratio is quite
toxic, one drop in a combined area of approximately-�

�Are you gunna shut up soon?� Nnoitra cut
him off while tying his jacket. He walked over to the naked man on the floor
and smirked. �Ya know, ya�re
spilling some of ya own red stuff at the moment.� Szayel looked between his aching legs to see a small pool
of blood forming around him, and looked up at Nnoitra.
�� but your's is got a bit�a white in it.� His smirk
turned into a wicked smile before he reached down and grabbed Szayel�s arm to pull him to his feet. The Octava winced when his body was forced to move; Nnoitra held his forearm to keep him steady and leant in to
whisper in his ear.

�I don�t care
what ya say.� He ran his nose along the smaller mans
ear and Szayel shivered, ��ya
fuckin loved it.� Nnoitra
gave him a spank on his naked butt just to emphasize the point.�

With that, Nnoitra started toward the door, more than pleased with himself. He began to laugh at the memories flooding his
mind, and knew the Octava would be watching him. In a
mock Szayel voice he called out, �Oh Nnoi-tra� fuck me harder!� before roaring with laugher down the hallway. Maybe this day wasn�t such a bad day after
all.

Inside the Lab
Szayel muttered to himself, he was never going to
live this down� but then, he wasn�t sure he�d let Nnoitra
live to tell the tale. He walked gingerly to his hakama
and jacket, awkwardly put them back on. He sighed and looked at the shattered
glass and ruminants of his hours of labor. He would have to start all over
again, and definitely improve the vaccines! He adjusted his glasses and reached
down to pick up a piece of the broken bottle. There, in clear red writing, was
the content label: �Toxic! Red Bean-Paste/Acid mix.�
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