Mistletoe Kisses'08 - Chapter 03
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marinliliz[Characters]: Szayel Aporro Grantz, Stark, Ilforte Grantz, Nnoitra and just about the general population of Las Noches
[Word Count]: 1260 words
[Finished]: 21.December.2008
[Beta]:
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ginyanote [Warnings]: Crack, Grantz-cest Kissing
[Rating]: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
Szayel Aporro Grantz clapped excitedly as the dull party finally seemed to liven up.
Getting a turn for the kinkier, when Grimmjow and Ulquiorra got on each other’s holes – making his own void with excitement.
Turning freakier, when Wonderweiss decided to munch on the flashing lights of the dead trees and lit himself instead – the idea had been looming on Szayel’s bright mind and he would have set someone alight, if the little waste of Arrancar hadn’t done so first. The surprise was now spoiled.
And definitely turning interesting when that loudmouth Jeagerjaques forgot all about the hole and went for the mouth.
And now that he knew the purpose of the foliage and berries scattered around the hall, he took a cataloguing glance around the room, marking possible victims – hmm... – partners and their whereabouts in relation to said foliage.
He quickly spotted and discarded Yammi and Zommari for their obvious lack of appeal and general volume, that failed to suit Szayel’s refined tastes.
Barragan too, was dismissed for similar reasons, even if he was a tad more appealing. He might have been interesting as a young hollow – but now he was simply ancient.
He spared a look at Halibel. But no. First off she was female, so she quite didn’t fit Szayel’s habitual tastes; then he wasn’t really sure what exactly she looked like under that strange contraption she called clothes. And to finish it off, who made Fraccións that looked better than you do? There was certainly something wrong with her. So Halibel was set aside for more desirable victims –Oops!! – kissing partners.
Moving on, he spotted the first worthy target: Stark. He lounged on an armchair and was strategically placed under the aforementioned foliage.
Szayel sauntered through the room, aiming for the bored looking Arrancar. He barely looked up as Szayel sat on the arm of the chair, just a swift turn of the eyes in acknowledgement of the other Espada.
“Stark,” Szayel greeted, leaning over to face the dark-haired Arrancar.
The raised eyebrow – the only recognition he got – didn’t deter him from his goal. He leaned further down and pressed his lips to Stark’s thin ones. The alert and quick response of the thin lips surprised Szayel and he fell into Stark’s lap with a yelp before his lips were again covered.
Never had he imagined, that bored and uninterested Stark could be so thorough and expert in the art of kissing, a real match for Szayel. As a true scientist, Szayel took the opportunity to investigate and research his subject exhaustively. The turn of the tongue while it slid against his palate and coaxed his tongue into Stark’s mouth; the pull of the lips between lips; the tug of teeth on tender flesh. Szayel was delighted, his body humming with satisfaction of a well studied guinea pig.
They broke apart and the dark-haired Espada arched an eyebrow in question.
“To what do I owe this disturbance?”
Szayel looked up and pointed to the foliage.
“That’s what it’s for. Kissing under.”
“Hmm...stimulating,” Stark replied, licking his lips. “But your brother’s technique is much more to my tastes. Now if you would get off me...”
With a huff of contempt, Szayel graciously moved away from Stark and moved his search to the next target. He eyed his brother but decided he wasn’t worth the hassle yet and spotted Aaroniero. Now, if only he could persuade him to camouflage that hideous fishbowl where he kept his heads, with the handsome face of that dead Shinigami.
It didn’t take much convincing, Aaroniero swiftly enough covered his fluid tank with the gorgeous face of the dead Shinigami; moving them under the foliage, just for appearances’ sake, Szayel kissed him. It was a sound kiss, not the leg-trembling – hrm – well, interesting kiss from Stark, but a satisfying kiss. He was somewhat sloppy and his saliva had a taste of formaldehyde but other than that... sound.
The next stop was Nnoitra; Szayel studied the Quinta Espada carefully; the pale complexion and the silky black hair were appealing; they suited Szayel’s fair complexion and fabulous pink hair, but that mouth! Those nonexistant lips and those horse-like teeth... no! It upset his stomach.
“What’r ya gawkin’ at?”
The rudeness of a horse, too.
“I was admiring your Fracción,” Szayel responded.
Now, that Fracción was a more worthy test subject to his kissing spree research. And again, who had Fraccións better looking than yourself? There was something severely wrong with these Espada.
“I was wondering if you’d let me test your adorable Fracción?”
Nnoitra eyed him disdainfully before replying.
“Heh, why the hell not? Go right ahead.”
“Nnoitra-sama!!!”
Szayel clapped excitedly despite the protests of the Fracción – Tesla, right? – and moved predatorily over to the Arrancar, capturing a searing kiss from his affronted mouth. The kiss was satisfactory; Tesla probably didn’t get much practice and those teeth could deter anyone, really.
So far, and after close investigation, Stark’s had been the top kiss. Maybe Aizen-sama’s would top it. But alas, Aizen-sama was nowhere near those handy branches and that fox Shinigami seemed to take up all of his attention and keep him all to himself.
Well, perhaps Grimmjow or Ulquiorra?
They were still under the leaves and berries near the throne, too absorbed with each other, but at his approach, Ulquiorra moved to keep a green eye on him. Expressionless, his clinging to Grimmjow didn’t give way to misinterpretations of what he thought of the interruption. And if that hadn’t been enough, Grimmjow’s low, throaty growl told Szayel that he wasn’t going to sample anything there.
So Ilforte it was! He had to discover what it was he had that Szayel didn’t; learn the skill and then apply the knowledge in his favour, namely changing Stark’s opinion on his kissing skills.
At Szayel’s saunter through the room Ilforte turned his way, a hand on D-Roy’s shoulder, but his full attention on his brother.
“Come to taste the master?”
Szayel sneered at the presumptuousness, but swallowed the impulse to lash out. It would be counter productive to his goal.
“So I have.”
“This should be fun.”
Szayel moved closer to Ilforte in a motion well rehearsed throughout the night, and he closed his eyes, pressing his lips to those of the blond Arrancar. The touch of lips was satisfying, the swipe of tongues engaging, but it really wasn’t good enough for Stark to have been so enraptured with it.
His step away was bodily stopped by D-Roy, who held him by the shoulders as Ilforte closed the distance between them again, lips and tongues locking with a smacking sound. But what made it barely supportable, was the slow torture of D-Roy’s hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest, one resting at his left hip, the other just below the navel. Occasionally gripping him hard, other times stroking him slightly while his mouth latched onto Szayel’s neck, he bit and sucked at the tender flesh. All of it combined, along with the sensual assault on his mouth, gave Szayel an indication of what had appealed to Stark.
When they were through with him, Szayel was panting and his head swam considerably, the data gathered not as thorough as it had been before.
“We were not standing under the foliage,” Szayel noted.
“The foliage is called mistletoe,” Ilforte annoyingly corrected.
“Be it. But you know, for research purposes, this last kiss was not valid. Do you think we could repeat it?”
Szayel hoped the eagerness in his voice wasn’t obviously apparent, as the three moved under the mistletoe.
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Date: 2008-12-22 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-22 04:18 pm (UTC)I really got such a kick out of the formaldehyde comment. I don't know why but it was my fav. Though the ending was probably the most appropriate. XD
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Date: 2008-12-22 05:24 pm (UTC)And I don't like Aaroneiro, those heads, the tank thingy, he reminds me of dead things kept in formaldehyde, hence the use of the line.
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Date: 2008-12-27 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-03 07:00 pm (UTC)that was REALLY HOT! u_u
i would like to see "THIS" on anime XD
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Date: 2009-02-05 01:36 pm (UTC)We have to try and persuade Kubo Tite to do an episode like this.XD