Log [Completed]

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When; June 18th
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Cirucci (thunderwitch), Luppi (true_sexta)
Summary; Two traitors, talking about traitorous things, and getting sidetracked with things of a more corporeal nature.
Log;


Cirucci looked up, checked her hair and tucked a few strands of dark waves behind her ears before she knocked once, listened a moment, before jiggling the door knob and letting herself in.

"Luppi?~" She crooned, shutting the door behind her and peeking about. The other was injured, true, but she was sure it wasn't too bad, and they certainly had a few things to discuss. Mainly their ever so slightly traitorous behavior. Oh, yes, that. A little detail is all.

Luppi perked at the sound of Cirucci's voice, but he didn't respond. He didn't want to seem desperate or pathetic, especially with how badly he had fared against Alturo. He twirled a dark strand between his fingers, counting off a few seconds before responding.

"Here~," he shifted off his bed. His uniform top was gone, so that the bandages could set properly. He was almost happy he had waited for the healer. This way, he could enjoy the attention and sympathy his wounds got him.

She followed his voice, not at all surprised to see him in the bedroom of all places. Violet eyes fell on bandages, followed them across his body as she analyzed the severity of wounds and injury.

"Poor darling." The Privaron murmured, mock sympathy that both of them appreciated, the false affections and the attention they both enjoyed far too much. "Cirucci would have come sooner if she knew Luppi was so dreadfully hurt." She leaned against the doorframe with a smile, crossed her arms under her breasts and shifted.

Luppi leaned back, fingering the bandages, his lids lowered just a touch. They stung still, even now, as only wounds inflicted by a fellow arrancar could. Few could truly understand the complexities of the hierro, after all, something Luppi was ever so intimately familiar with.

"And here Luppi thought Cirucci didn't care," he smiled, short and vicious, still not entirely forgiving her for giving him so little warning of Alturo's approach. But, then again, he'd have done the same.

"But of course she does." Cirucci assured, the words easy coming off painted lips, used to promises and assurances. As proof of it she left the doorframe, slid closer and settled on the floor beside the bed, propped arms and chin on the bedside and looked up at the pseudo-Sexta Espada as he spoke. "After all, some have to stuck together, no?"

Luppi leaned forward, tiny frame limber as he cupped her cheek in his palm, with a playful sort of touch, one that threatened to turn cruel with whatever little whim crossed his less than stable mind.

"And it's always nice to have friends you can count on, hmmm?" he whispered, thumbing at the static tearmark on her cheek.
She leaned into the touch with a small murmur, would have let her eyes drift close an instant but knew far too well what he was capable of, keeping her eyes half opened to watch him carefully even in such a vulnerable position. "Friends who know when it might be smart to engage in certain behaviors?" She asked in a quiet croon, fingers tracing slowly against the sheets.

"Friends who like an opportunity for a bit of change in the ranks," Luppi murmured, shifting on the sheets, careful of the particularly nasty spot on his upper chest.

"Friends who happen to know a potential friend who could make that possible," he continued, his voice soft and anticipatory.

Cirucci's voice was equally soft, she knew how dangerous these words were, if Aizen found out, though she knew at least if Luppi told she could rat him out in return, insurance against that occurring. Alturo would not tell, he hated Aizen, she could feel it in him, in every ounce of his power. So far, she played somewhat safe. As safe as betraying a would-be-god could be.

"And does Luppi think a friend can do for them, really?" The Privaron crooned, leaned against his hand with a soft press.

Luppi exhaled slowly, rubbing against her cheek with the faux gentleness she returned to him. There was something dangerous sweet and thick in the air about them. Both knew the other was perfectly capable of turning on the other and that was what balanced them out.

"It's worth a try," Luppi pecked a kiss on her forehead, "We're both dead. It's not like we'll suffer if we die again here, hmm?"

"Mmmm~" Cirucci's fingers traced gently against the edge of his hakama instead of the sheets, letting her eyes close a moment, brief, taking her false comfort from his false affections. All a show, a play, as it always was. "So we are." They were both cold beneath their sins, in their bones. Sullen and cold.

Cirucci could deal for her life back, she'd died in the City, not out of it, but she didn't feel like giving anything up for a life she could just as easily lose again to the many enemies she had made in this City. So many, all not to be trifled with. She had such amazing restraint when it came to killing people, really.

"You trust his power, now that you've seen it?" Cirucci asked, careful, unwilling to aggravate the former Espada much, prying gently, accompanied by the soft press of her fingers on his leg, idly playing with the white fabric.

Luppi leaned back, delicately hooking his toes on the heel on his right sandal, tugging it off as he lifted his leg to her attentions. Trust? He didn't have much of. It was hard to trust anything but yourself and your powers when it came to the arrancar.

But, Alturo had gotten Luppi's attention with his violence and followed through with his convincing words. He made it easy for the little Espada to trust him. "I trust it enough to abandon Aizen-sama for it."

Trust, it was true, came hard to their kind. But power... that was something that could at least be counted on, because it was real, it was true, it was something tangible and something you could kill with.

"He does have power." She murmured, fingers continuing to play against fabric, rumpling and creasing, soothing out, and rubbing lightly. "Power enough to rally behind. Arrancar power. Pure." She sat up a a bit, propped her chest over the bed's edge and lay her head on the crook of a white-gloved elbow.

"Doesn't fuck shinigami either." The Arrancar almost snorted as she added that bit rather bitterly, remembering her master instructing her to give a shinigami all the respect she should show to him. Disgusting.

Luppi shifted, almost childishly against her touches, wanting more than just the tiny, off-handed attentions, as he did in almost everything else. Even while they were discussing their masters, he still wanted the spotlight.

"He doesn't fuck much of anything, as far as I've seen," Luppi noted, giving her a look. He was being practically monogamous with the Privaron, something Luppi had trouble believing any arrancar could do. "But, he is strong. And, with a few more of us on his side, we could tip the scales."

He hummed beneath his breath, "Seeing Aizen-sama experience fear would be nice."

"Much of anything?~" Cirucci's lips curled into an almost-sneer at the words, which could easily be taken as an insult. "Luppi, you'll be offensive." She warned lightly. It was a matter of pride for her to hold a male's attentions solely on herself, and she didn't like having that impugned.

"As for Aizen's fears..." The Privaron let the issue slide for now, not touching any more than she had been, just featherlight brushes against his leg, accompanied by a smirk.

"You missed it. He was so..." Her eyes rolled at the thought, trying to think of the word. "... Loving." She finally decided on. "And we all know that's the best thing to exploit. Strikes... fear into someone."

Luppi laughed lightly, but didn't take his words back. Cirucci could think what she liked about her little affair with their new leader of the moment and his little infatuation with her.

Luppi drew back his leg, smoothing the white fabric as he pulled his knees up to his chest, a silent challenge to see what she might do as he tilted his head to the side, "Almost a pity he doesn't feel the same now. It would have been nice to exploit such a vulnerability."

"Oh, but he's still... emotional." Cirucci crooned. All the Arrancar were, really, driven and fueled by violence, by anger, hate, lust, and any number of darker emotions, the only ones they avoided being the ones of shinigami affections, such as love, trust, friendship, and selflessness.

"He used to be strong, without any fear, any needs but his goals, and here?" She sat up on her knees to stretch her torso further across the bed, lithe, white gloves, limbs stretching to find her fingers still brushing against his ankle. "He's died, and god's don't die. He's loved, and gods don't love. And, ah, so very... lax." She laughed, a dark, sadistic, noise.

"So, Alturo appears," Luppi wiggled his toes, letting his ankle slip just a bit against the white cotton to give her fingers better access to the pale skin. He closed his eyes, bringing up his memories from the fight not so long before.

"One of our own, built just to replace an old god as he falls," Luppi breathed, the memories of the attacks, so many and so different from his own fighting methods. Absently, he traced against the spot on his chest where the dark blade of reiatsu had penetrated, "Convenient of him."

"Convenient for us." Cirucci murmured, finally slinking fully onto the bed and laying on her stomach, legs kicking idly in the air as she pushed the small boots from her dainty feet.

"Unless, of course, Luppi like the idea of serving the man who would throw an Espada rank about so... casually." A bitter, bitter, topic for the both of them, the six at least still inked on his flesh, where the five on hers had long since bled and scarred.

Dark purple eyes narrowed at the thought and Luppi scoffed. He was bitter about that, still so bitter. Szayel, of course, hadn't helped, but being refused the right to his six even after Grimmjow had left the city was a wound too fresh to be ignored.

"Alturo's promised me a stable one," he dug tiny white teeth into a full, pink lip, "As long as he promises that, I'll follow."

Cirucci kicked off both shoes, toes tugging absently at her white stockings as her fingers plied innocently, not, at Luppi's hakama. It was a dangerous game they were playing, this playing at the ranks, their ranks, their masters, and their powers. Alturo had not needed to offer her anything but his power, his ability to kill shinigami, and to overturn Aizen. It was enough for a Privaron to turn allegience. They'd all realized at this point in their existences that they would never again possess the glory they had in the beginning, the power and the ranks that would never return.

"Luppi makes a wise decision." She finally whispered, inching closer with a small wriggle. "Which Cirucci," The Arrancar paused to laugh lightly, "Wholeheartedly approves of."

Luppi leaned back, stretching out his legs with a teasingly short and insincere smile for her.

"Luppi makes a lot of wise decisions, precious Privaron," he shifted to get on top of her, to end the teasing that taunted him throughout their little conversations, so until the mutual need that marked so many of their previous engagements. She had other toys now. He didn't have the spotlight he so adored anymore, "This one just looks to be one of the more obviously correct ones."

"Ah, a good enough way to think of it." Cirucci smirked, not moving from her stomach yet, so that her back was still to Luppi where he came over her own form, though she took care to shift about a bit, prop her face in her hands and turn her head to watch him from the corner of her violet eyes.

"Luppi shouldn't be..." She smirked and eyed the bandages with a wriggling of her hips, "Exerting himself? Since he's so sorely wounded?"

Luppi stuck out his tongue, rolling over on his back with a sulky huff. He still hurt all over. The bandages were hardly a charade as Alturo had been completely serious when they faced one another. His other leg still burned from the near miss of a cero.

"Luppi's booored, Cirucci. Stuck here for days with almost nothing at all to do~," he sniffed.

Cirucci laughed again, let the more serious of their business slide away, taken care of in their frivolous ways and mannerisms that, as seemingly flippant as they were, actually meant much.

"Poor Luppi." She crooned, the fake affections and the attention as she slipped closer, let her fingers trace over the bandages on his chest. "But Luppi is soooo injured, now, Cirucci wouldn't want to make him... bleed or anything, he wouldn't like that, would he?"

Luppi hummed beneath his breath, arching needily against her fingers, the tiny prickles of pain as he stretched against the bandages a reminder of unpleasant things that he wanted her touch to help him forget.

"Do you really think Luppi would be so weak to dislike his own blood," he murmured, softly. He reached up to finger the bandages as she touched them, "As long as they don't scar his pretty skin, he doesn't mind at all..."
"Hmm~" Cirucci inched her leg over his middle, inched herself until she lightly straddled his hips, not letting her weight settle yet, minding his wounds and the bandages on his torso, elbows on either side of his chest, nuzzled at his neck.

"Do you think it could happen?" She whispered, dropping her usual tone for a moment in true seriousness. "Not following a shinigami, living as we please, killing whom we please?" The ideal weighed heavy in the back of her mind, waiting, and tumbled in a sort of desperation from her lips against his skin, face partially hidden by dark hair tumbling about as she bent over him.

Luppi reached up, fingers toying with her soft black hair, tangling and untangling in the curls that threatened to brush against his skin. Did he think it was possible? He honestly didn't know. Alturo seemed so certain of the fact. And it was hard to argue when someone stronger than you was attempting to kill you.

"Did you ever think we'd end up following a shinigami in the first place?" Luppi asked, "If it's possible for him to have led us, one from the same race that massacred us as hollows. Why not a hollow leading hollows?"

"Luppi doesn't remember how it was before…" Cirucci kissed lightly at his throat, gone suddenly somber. "When Cirucci first came, he wasn't there." When she'd first ripped her mask off, taken this form, and sealed her true self in the blade at her hip.

"We could do anything, no one tried to lead, you just followed the strongest, killed the shinigami, did what you wanted," Her nails scratched at the bandage edges, not quite cutting them off but fraying at the cloth. "Took what you wanted, no Aizen to try and rule, no need to worry for such leaders. Respect came to the more powerful, and that," She sighed, "was", nipped at his ear, "it."

Luppi made a face at the reminders of the days before he was born. His time as a hollow wasn't so pleasant. He remembered the fear, the hatred-lined respect that the self-made arrancar earned from him. He remembered the pleasure of his first minutes in arrancar form, something that only Aizen had been able to give him.

The same Aizen that he plotted on deceiving even now. "Disgustingly uncivilized," he shifted under her fingers, "At least Aizen gave us that illusion. Civility."

"He gave it to us to control us." Cirucci tried to keep the hiss out of her voice, slowly settling her weight on his hips, both light, petite, things, small and seemingly delicate. Only not.

"Just like the numbers." A touch of her hand on her breast to his hips, a cool touch considering the death in their bones. "Not that Cirucci doesn't adore your number, darling." She added as a last minute soothing of his ego.

"But, now…" Her lips pressed against the bone remnant he wore, then his forehead. "We have those things. So why need who gave them?"

"We can have them without him," Luppi turned the idea over in his mind, tilting against the soft touch of her lips against his bone comb-esque mask. His six had been his pride and joy, a treasure of months of following the Espada and sucking up where he could.

"But it won't be the same," he sighed, "Culture, yes. But not the numbers. Being an Espada under Alturo wouldn't be the same."

"That's true." She drew her legs up, folded calf beneath thigh and settled, traced the six on his hip with the tip of her index finger, letting her lips fall down to ear, to neck, to throat where she licked in a quick touch.

"But it's better than being Espada under a shinigami who loved and died and did everything about them we hate." Bandaging hid his hollow hole but she traced the edge of it despite, a soft sigh of noise escaping her. She hated the shinigami, hated thinking about it and hated their lives.

"No hole, no mask, no form…" Her murmurs grew dark speaking of Aizen. "Let Grimmjow love and didn't punish him, let Noitora leave and didn't punish him… punished Cirucci for not respecting his woman." The Privaron spat bitterly, hips pressing down as she spoke.

"He played favorites and not with his own, hmm?" Luppi ground against her as best he could, caught well beneath her in this position. She had the control and he wasn't in any shape to bother fighting it off.

He reached up, toying with the place where her number once rested, torn off as his might have well been. He smoothed his thumb over the spanse of it idly, waiting for her to move his hand away.

"But, I must admit," he smiled, a lighter smile than usual, "If Alturo-dearest doesn't at least appreciate Luppi's looks sooner or later, Luppi will be quiiite disappointed in him."

Cirucci smirked, let herself revel in the control she had at the moment, lifting her hips to deny him that touch, that anchor for him to grind against. At the same time, the corners of her mouth twitched at the hand on her breast. She had no dislike of that in particular, no, but what he meant by it… she let a low warning noise escape her throat, pressing down to pin his hand between their chests.

"My number." She intoned, dangerously, before she rolled her eyes and settled further, letting her full weight rest on him.

"You're so nasty, Luppi."

Luppi laughed, soft and breathless as he let his hand slip out from between them before it was completely pinned. He moved with what little leverage she gave him to press another teasing kiss on her tear-marked cheek.

"You wouldn't come unless you enjoyed Luppi's nastiness, precious Privaron," he whispered.

"Ah-" She paused, blinked, hand stilling where it had begun to toy with the ties of his hakama. She cocked her head with a wicked smirk and looked down at him, licking her lips.

"True." The Privaron pinched his hip sharply, her own twisting, as much as her smile as she gripped his hair and pulled back, ghosted her lips over the underside of his chin.

"Now it just matters how much so Luppi plans on today, as injured as he is."

His hips jerked slightly at the pinch, the harshness unexpected when her touches had been so tender up until that point. Luppi squirmed beneath her, his thoughts drifting slightly from Aizen to more literally pressing matters.

"Mmm," he nudged hungrily against her, "Luppi plans on making sure Alturo knows he doesn't have a monopoly on you, even if we both are allied."

"No one claims me." She assured, didn't shirk her hips away from his own this time, rubbed gently, the pinch only a reminder of how quickly her mood could turn or her bloodlust could be ignited.

"At least," Cirucci paused, had to remind herself of a certain blonde Arrancar who was no longer here. She… had been so very… she hated to use the word faithful, but it had seemed she'd only slept about when she had been angry with him. … Bad thoughts.

"Not for only themselves." She finished finally, fingers resuming movement to begin untying his hakama, to finally kiss not his throat, but his lips.

"Better that way," Luppi murmured, toying with her lips against his. He didn't like sharing Cirucci, but part of the fun of having her was knowing that she didn't expect him to be any more faithful than she. Yes, they both had their jealous little moments, but Luppi could just as soon bed Greed as he knew Cirucci could turn around and sleep with Grimmjow.

He reached down to tug at his hakama a bit more. "Luppi would hate to have to kill whoever did."

"That possessive?" She teased, a hypocrite if there ever was one. She always got furious when the males she bedded went to other females, or worse, males. It was an insult in her mind, a grave one even if it was to be expected. But then again, they were Arrancar. Hating was something that came naturally.

Her leg shifted up until she snagged his hakama between her toes, pulling with a wriggle made slightly difficult by her stockings slipping against the fabric.

"Mmm~ That unwilling to see a good thing go to waste," Luppi arched to help his hakama slide off his hips completely, content to be free of the slightly stiff white fabric.

"And, if you only had one of us, you'd certainly be going to waste," he laughed, "And being with Lori isn't half as exciting."

“Good answer.” Cirucci whispered, forever jealous and rather angry towards the other female Arrancar, there were far too few in ratio to males. Made them easier to hate, at least, there were fewer to do unto.

“Now if Luppi would just stick to clean things.” She sighed dramatically, unwilling to cut to the chase and instead slowly squirming against him, at the same time also not bothering to put herself in any state of undress, always made slightly uncomfortable by the scar on her breast. Better to hide it. Not that most males cared for her comfort, but, hmm.

Luppi let her squirm. It gave him time to get comfortable and appreciate the attention even more, since neither were much of the cuddling after sex type, unless they expected more sex to follow shortly.

"Mmmm, if there were more clean things willing to play with Luppi, maybe he would," he tsked, sighing at the thought of his latest conquest gone hopelessly wrong. Why were all the arrancar so painfully straight, anyways? It severely limited his options.

Cirucci stopped moving, merely settled on his hips, crossed her arms over his chest, and propped her head there, watching him with half-closed eyes.

“There are cleaner things to play with than the trash you picked there.” Her voice dripped venom, sweet and deadly. She did not like her lovers playing with others, and if they did, she liked to have a hand in selection, if not at least a grudging respect for their managing to select something aesthetically pleasing or clean. But Luppi was failing in her eyes on those matters, evidenced by her sudden refusal to respond.

He laughed at her suggestion, dark eyes light with a cruel sort of mirth at her actions. Even if she wasn't playing, this was a game for him and the fact that he could make her jealous made him more than a little self-content.

"And, then, what would you suggest, Cirucci-precious?" Luppi asked, reaching up to trail along her white uniform, "Whom should Luppi fuck?"
She tried not to wriggle at the touch. Denying him, remember? … It was sort of hard. Damn her for doing this too much and with far too many males for propriety. … Not that she had ever in her existence been proper.

“Something that doesn’t fuck nasty things.” She sneered. “Like pregnant shinigami, for example? Think of it Luppi, that thing’s dick has been in the 10th’s whore.”

Luppi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he crept his fingers further up the soft, form-fitting fabric that kept his fingers from her. He twirled them in small circles beneath Cirucci's breasts, teasing her with their presence.

"You honestly expect me to ask for a full sexual history, Cirucci? It's hard enough getting them in bed, already, you know," he sulked.

Cirucci twitched, suppressing the urge to move to a small shiver, half stilled and attempting to remain frigidly cold.

“Not full.” She whined, tangling her fingers in her hair, undoing the style that kept it up, letting curls fall farther about her face. “Just not fucking shinigami, it’s nasty, darling, you know that.”

"But, I don't," Luppi huffed, moving his fingers to finally cup her breasts, squeezing them gently and giving them the attention he so wanted focused on him. But, giving and taking was the way to get what he wanted.

"And Greedy is so good in bed," Luppi squirmed beneath her, "I'd hate to give up the only man here who will put out."

Cirucci writhed a bit, still trying to maintain the illusion that she was certainly not in the mood, no, she did not feel anything arousing at the moment, and no, that did not feel nice. At all.

"Cirucci's better." She noted, squeezing at his hips with her thighs to remind him who was in control for the moment. Now, how long that moment lasted was up for debate.

"And think about it." She shook her head, sending dark hair whipping about. "Pregnant shinigami." Those words were accompanied by a rather vicious thrust at his hips. "Doesn't that just turn. your. stomach?"

The thought of Rangiku and the baby that rested inside of her never ceased to disgust Luppi. She had been bad enough without one, but now? Now, she was even worse. But, he could forgive Greed for his mistakes, especially since he only knew about them now as opposed to before the great sex.

"But, Luppi isn't fucking her, precious. And he can forgive Greedy some mistakes," Luppi breathed, squeezing her breasts just a bit too tightly to be properly pleasurable.

The Privaron hissed, finally displaying her reactions and dug her fingertips into a bandage in warning with a sneer.

"Disgusting." She spat, sitting up and lifting a leg as if to get off of him and turn her back. "Quite enough to make a woman lose her mood completely, don't you think?"

Luppi's hand shot out as he caught her ankle, tugging it indulgently. They were playing a game, as far as he saw it, a game that had been going on more than long enough.

"Shh," Luppi soothed, "Get Luppi another man, then? Some man who doesn't fuck shinigami, but will still play with Luppi properly? Then he'll forget allll about Greedy, hmm? Just for Cirucci-precious."

Cirucci pursed her lips, looked down at her ankle indignantly, as if offended, as well as considering.

"Hmmm~" She put a finger to her mouth, letting her leg settle back on the other side of his hip, slowly inching her weight back down, hands falling to her collar and beginning to undo the snaps keeping her uniform closed.

"Say please." The Privaron murmured darkly, watching him through lidded eyes.

Luppi let his bottom lip slide out in a mock pout, knowing how to use his expressions to his best advantage and knowing full and well how cute he looked from extensive practice. When his strength wasn't as great as some of his brothers and sisters, LUppi liked to know he had other weapons.

"Pleeease?" he asked, insincerely.

Insincerity was what she expected, and despite knowing full well that was what it was, she took pleasure in the word, that she could incur that word just as she had it wrested from her, recalling a particular time with the Octava that made her blood boil in anger.

"Good boy." She murmured, finished undoing the snaps to her naval as she shifted, pulled the hem of her dress aside and pressed insistently against him.

"Don't forget not to exert yourself too much, hmm?" The Privaron reminded, both an insult to his wounds and a draw to her control.

Luppi scoffed, but leaned back. He didn't like not being in control too often, but it was almost a fact of life sometimes. He had been on the bottom rungs so long that he treasured what time he could get on top. He could only imagine how rare it was for Cirucci.

"Promise you'll work extra hard to make up for it?" he countered.

"But of course." Cirucci conceded him that one, finally lowering herself and taking him, slowly, slowly, letting out a long breath and shifting against him, lowing her hands to press against his chest and brace, finally settling hip bone to hip bone with the shorter male, smirking cruelly.

"After all, Luppi is still recovering. Cirucci will forgive him if his performance isn't quite..." The Privaron paused, let a finger trace at the hole in her chest. "... up to par?" A challenge to his pride, as well as his performance. Not yet moving, accustoming herself to him, to the feel of him.

Luppi ground up against her, not ready to give up and let her claim complete victory when she was feeling just as bratty as she was that afternoon. Luppi reached up to tangle in her dark hair.

"You say it like that and some might interpret it as a challenge, Privaron," he murmured, lowly.

"Really?" She tossed her head back to challenge his grip on her hair, took her hand from the hole in her chest and rested it on his stomach, the other on his chest, lifting slowly.

"Cirucci certainly wouldn't-" The Arrancar paused to groan lightly as she lowered herself again, agonizingly slow. "Want to be cruel and imply anything like that." Nor would she want to be cruel to move so slow.

"Mmm~ But it's so much better when you are," Luppi moaned, his lids half-closed as he arched up against her to meet her, to try and speed up the pace he so craved, his movements hindered by the press of her hands on his stomach.

"But only if it's to someone else," he ended, with an almost pout, not liking giving up so much of his control.

Cirucci giggled, pressing harder down on him and trying to restrict his movement, even went so far as to move her legs from folded against his hips to stretched out, one foot pressed hard at his shoulder to push down against the bed.

"Ah, but…" She rocked just slightly with a twist of her hips, knowing she wouldn't feel like holding off long, considering she was denying herself as much as she was him, and that just wouldn't do, even as she borrowed his words from earlier.

"Would Luppi enjoy Cirucci coming if she wasn't so very cruel?"
[Luppi's tongue flickered out at the brief parody of his own words, turned against him like a teasing slap. But, he had to admit; the games wouldn't be quite as fun if he was the only one being cruel. After all, cruelty towards him was still attention. Being ignored was a far worse punishment. At least he could fight back against cruelty.

"Luppi would still find things to enjoy about Cirucci," he smiled, just as cruelly, "She's not that bad looking."

Cirucci's lips twisted into a sneer, fingers curling into fists against his chest accompanied by a rather vicious grind against his hips.

"Must hurt, to know someone so lacking in aesthetics-" She paused to take a shaky breath, keep the cold look to her face and eyes instead of giving in to instinct and just fucking.

"Can find better bed partners." The Privaron finished, kicking against the shoulder her foot rested against in an offended motion.

Luppi sneered, just as darkly, twitching at the jolt of pain her foot landed. He was almost certain it would bruise. She didn't play nicely all the time. Although he was starting to feel just the slightest bit trapped.

"That someone-- nngh--," Luppi groaned, "That someone picked a pretty good bed partner right now."

"Oh, but," Cirucci pouted, let up the pressure from her foot and hands, leaving an opening, offering him a chance to move to try and change his situation.

"He's not really performing-" She lifted her hips with a release of breath, long and shaky, once again moving agonizingly slow against him, challenging him with a look through half-closed eyes, daring him to take the chance she presented him. "Up to par."

Luppi grinned at the chance. The challenge was there. He pressed his hands against her surprisingly well-muscled thighs, pushing them back until he could press her back against his bed and come out on top again, his cock pulling slowly out of as he moved.

"Should Luppi put more effort into things, then?" he murmured.

"Mmm~" Cirucci wriggled with a low croon, let him take control with a fleeting bitterness. But she allowed it, let him have the attention he wanted. She'd sated her need for control for now, always afraid to take too much in case she grew used to it. That was dangerous for a Privaron.

"Cirucci would be disappointed if~ he~ didn't~" She teased and stretched against him, let her fingers draw the snaps of her uniform open before twining to his neck.

Luppi pulled her uniform open slowly, kissing down the smooth skin beneath it and making sure to go out of his way to press a particularly long kiss on the scar where her five had rested. He finally reached down, parting her legs to thrust against her.

"Trust Luppi~ He'll give you the best time you've had in a while, hmm?"

Cirucci started to answer, to push him from the scar on her breast, but instead whined a little, tossed her head and closed her eyes, pulling him closer by the arms about his neck, clad in delicate white fabric.

"Better than-" She couldn't help another insult, another jibe as she clamped her thighs once more around his hips to meet him motion for motion, "Alturo?~" To hold up the highest comparison another name came to mind, but she choked it back. No need to mention a Numeros now, no.

The name brought a frown to Luppi's lips and he gave another firm thrust, fingers curling tight against her hair as he shifted to press a kiss against her cheek gently.

"Better than anything Alturo could give you," he sniffed, "Better than he could ever be." He brushed back her hair.

"That so, Luppi?" She exhaled tremulously, braced a bit and let one leg fall to the back of his knee, hooking and tugging, aiming to regain control for a little bit more, finding herself unwilling to give in just yet and leave him cocky.

"Prove it." Cirucci moaned, pushing up against him to shove him back even as she ground against his thrusts, as Arrancar usually did, just as much fighting as sleeping together, the two acts sometimes indistinguishable.

"Oh, I will," Luppi gasped pushing against her, meeting each sway of her hips with one of his own. He was determined to prove himself and if he couldn't while he was fighting, then he'd certainly not lose in bed.

Alturo was powerful, but Luppi had some tricks of his own. "Just give Luppi a chance, hmm?"

"Chance given." Cirucci snapped, the hands about his neck digging nails in harshly to his skin as she thrashed, grit her teeth and dug her heels into sheets but merely slipped because of the stockings still held to her legs by the vibrant garters that contrasted against skin becoming slick itself, taut.

"And Waiting for results." She hissed with a violent buck against him, still pushing him up and back.

Luppi thrusted, harsh and short, back against her. She was in a mood and it was only encouraging his. She was making her challenge clear and Luppi was determined to fulfill it even if it took him all afternoon.

"So impatient," Luppi huffed, catching her chin with tiny fingers as his lips returned to her breasts, teeth nicking against the skin, "Did Alturo-sama come so fast?"

Her breath hitched, squirming against the touch at her breasts, the feel of his mouth, made disturbingly uncomfortable by the constant reminders of the scar on her flesh, where her pride had once been inked and then ripped away.

"Why," She slipped, trying to dig her heels in and had to clutch tighter and press closer to preserve her balance, thighs squeezing tightly, with a groan wrenched from her lips. "Cirucci would almost think Luppi was jealous." She finished, breath in a shallow pant.

"Mmm," Luppi moaned, moving his lips from the scar with one last flick of a tongue. It fascinated him. His six and her scar were just as worthless now, but Alturo had spoke of her scar as if it were somehow better than his six. It didn't feel any more powerful, though. It felt as weak as the last few times he'd touched it.

"Luppi might be just a bit. But, it isn't like Cirucci isn't~"

"Cirucci-" She whined, had to pause again to close her eyes and pant raggedly, chest heaving as she moved her hands from digging into his shoulders to fisting in his hair.

"Is keeping you away from dirty things-" She was aware of the irony there, considering what people thought of her. Slut. Whore. "For your own good." The Privaron trembled, tongue at his throat, glad for the warmth, for the slick, hot, moisture where their hips met in selfish friction, both seeking satisfaction for themselves without a care for the other, only lavishing other attentions to receive their own in return.

Luppi came first, hips grinding against hers for the last time as his smaller frame shook. He broke the conversation there as he emptied himself, completely and messily within her. His fingers dug against her skin where his sweaty palms couldn't find purchase.

"So kind to Luppi," he breathed, coming to rest against her.

Cirucci panted, not quite finished herself, still trying to thrust against him with a high-pitched whine. "Luppi~" She cried, still trying to grind up against him, sweat-slicked body taut, but not taut enough, coiled tight, but not tight enought.

"Be nice back." She begged, squirming desperately to reach her own pleasures and satisfactions.

Luppi didn't laugh openly, but a cruel smile flitted across his lips as he lazily shifted up from Cirucci. He liked the control this placed in his hands, even as he took up a more traditionally submissive role. He lifting her legs over his shoulders, shifting to press his mouth against her.

His tongue swept against where his cock had just finished, tasting the thick taste of himself mixed with Cirucci's own. He pressed his tongue slowly deeper with each lap until he found the tiny hardness of her clit.

"Ah-" Cirucci's hands slipped, fisted into the sheets, writhing with a drawn out moan, back arching painfully and the muscles of her legs tightening until they ached.

His name tumbled from her lips, urging, urging, until that final touch sent her over the edge with a cry, breath ripped from her as she gasped body spamsing as the pleasure arched up her spine.

"Mmm," Luppi hummed contented at her reaction, working at her until he was absolutely sure he was going to come out victorious with a tongue so used to lies and games.

The Privaron slowly quieted, her pleasured moans softening to contented croons, breathy little noises as her legs slumped against his shoulders, still trembling lightly from exertion.

"Ah," Cirucci let herself slink down against the sweat-soaked sheets, the smell of sweat and sex permeating her senses. "Nice, Luppi." She murmured breathlessly, hating having to beg for her own pleasures, but satisfied none the same.

Luppi shrugged out from between her legs, pulling himself up to lay properly satiated beside her. He took a fairly large feeling of delight from the expression on her face and the tone of her voice. There was no way Alturo could have beaten that.

"Good enough?" he purred beneath his breath, pressing a lazy kiss on her chest, his eyes searching for a reaction.

She nodded weakly, still trying to properly regain her breath, slinking closer with a small warble of noise, pressing slow kisses in return against his hair, slightly damp.

"As always." She acknowledged, twisting her legs against the sticky feeling between them.

His skin was slightly cold as the sweat finally met the chill of his air conditioner and Luppi pressed closer, more out of childish want of heat than any sort of need for comfort.

"Better than him?" he pressed, curiously.

Cirucci allowed the somewhat affectionate contact, made an unsatisfied noise as her clothing stuck to her uncomfortably, took a moment to shimmy out of her dress that tried to cling to each curve fom the stck of sweat, tossed her gloves and stockings over the side of the bed before she let her arm drape over his shoulders, tucking his head in the crook of her neck.

What did one say to that question when one bedded as many males as she did? And, in this situation, dealt with two of the same caliber, Alturo's inexperience tempered by his power and Luppi's lesser strength matched by his fervor.

"Mmhhm~" She crooned in approval, accompanied by a small wriggle, long fingers running lightly through the curl of his hair.

"Good," Luppi smiled, content at last as he curled closer against her with just a touch of possessiveness. He could handle Alturo invading Aizen's territory. A little competition meant he benefited no matter who ultimately came out on top, he was certain. But, sharing his own territory? Came a little less easily to Luppi, no matter how used to it he was. Knowing that he was one of the better ones taking her territory, though, helped.

"Luppi can share with him, then."

"So comforting, darling." She smirked, settling against him, letting her muscles finally relax into slackened weakness, only able to appear this vulnerable when her partner was doing the same, unwilling to do such with those who would take advantage of any moment of such a kind.

"And you should be resting, wounded little thing." Cirucci reminded with a small laugh, letting her eyes close with another small kiss to his hair, allowing herself to drift into the pleasant warmth of skin on skin and a tingling afterglow.