[Log; Complete]

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When; August 7th; Night
Rating; R
Characters; Cirucci (thunderwitch), Noitora (oneeyedhorror)
Summary; Cirucci's friends are pissing Noitora off. Luckily, she's very distracting
Log;

She'd come to see Noitora, as he'd asked. Ordered. Commanded. Requested. Whatever you'd like to call it.

But he was on the Network, right now, and she was afraid of what he was looking at. She'd known her pets, she thought of them like that, may try and start something, try and be stupid, be dumb, say things they shouldn't. It was the price she paid for keeping humans about, she supposed, and now it was going to bite her in the ass.

The Privaron sat behind the Espada, bare legs on either side of his hip, arms around his waist, and face tucked against his back, kissing idly at his shoulder, she was too short to do much else. But, more importantly, she was trying to gauge how tense he was beneath her lips, her hands, her thighs, trying to peek around his arm at the computer screen to see how much trouble those idiots were getting her in, and whether or not she'd pay for it.

This was irritating the fuck out of Noitora and he wasn't in the mood to pretty it up. The only reason he was behaving as well as he was was to make sure she came back for round two and was conscious enough to be of use through it.

He shrugged her lips off, opening another comment thread, "You've got some stupid friends."

Obediently, she ceased, still against him, waiting for the next cue, how to move, what he wanted, what would keep him in the best mood she could hope for, which, at thids point, the most she could hope for was "amused".

"They're not my friends." She snapped immediately, hands fisting in the front of his uniform and her voice taking on an angry cast. What the fuck were they saying, what the shit were they doing now.

"Toys, pets, whatever cute little term you've picked out for them," Noitra sneered, reaching back to take a shock of her hair and jerking on it idly as he waited for the next replies. They were all but dog piling on him now.

Idiots.

"Heh. One of them called me a monster," he remarked.

She winced, felt the roots of her hair tug and grit her teeth with a small, acknowledging noise.

"Aren't you one?~" The Privaron crooned, aiming to flatter, to keep him amiable, or, at the very least, to keep him from borderline homicidal. One small hand reached up to tug light at his own hair, knowing he liked her more feisty, not just there.

"Such a heartless monster, mm?"

Noitora shifted, tugging her head up further with the grip he held tight between his fingers. He leaned down to kiss her with that lazy dominance he did everything with, always with mind for his pleasure first and foremost. Hers was an afterthought.

"And so're you," he muttered against her lips, "Pity they don't get that shit."

Wincing again at being tugged by her hair, Cirucci pulled her legs back from either side of his hips, hurried on to her knees before the pressure at her skull increased and met him eagerly, well aware of what had happened last time, last time when, courtesy a curse, she had been much less than willing, and that just caused more trouble than anything was worse.

“Of course I am.” She whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. “They’re just dumb humans after all, they don’t even know the danger they’re in being around me.”

"Keep on threatening me like that and they will," Noitora scoffed, drawling lazily. He was annoyed, venturing between that and amused over the past couple minutes or so as her precious little pets tried desperately to appeal to him on the basis that she could play she when she wanted to.

"Which one do you like the least?"

"They're awfully dumb like that." Cirucci murmured, agreeable, all compliant to his words and wishes, trying to skirt danger and keep herself in one piece, keep from bleeding and screaming even though she was pretty sure she would.

"Ah-" At his words, she paused, mouth pausing where she'd been pressing to his throat. "... Which one?"

"Which one," Noitora pressed, shifting to palm one of her breasts in his long-fingered hand. He toyed with it idly as he leaned into the kiss. He felt her pause, careful and hesitant, and had to smile darkly. She was attached to them, wasn't she?

"I think once one loses his head, the other will feel less like talking."

A low thrum in her vocal chords and she pressed against his hand, against his mouth encouragingly, hands rising to tangle in his own hair, both now, long and straight, black between pale fingers.

"They're useless to me dead, though." Cirucci spoke low in between the touches of mouths, idly distracting as she squirmed her way between him and the network screen. "And they'll stop talking when I discpline them properly, hmm? Show them Golondrina?"

"Heh," Noitora had to admit a sick little bit of pleasure coursed through him at the idea. It was always more fun when they actually suffered more from just the blows and the thought of beating a few weaklings until they shut up bored him.

"Do it, then. Make them bleed."

“Mm, of course I will, Noitora.” Cirucci crooned again, twined her arms around his neck and arched her back up, sitting on her haunches. He really was too tall; this was uncomfortable, even when he was sitting down.

“They’ll learn the lesson of not meddling where they’re not wanted.” The Privaron promised in between feathery kisses, in small squirms. “Learn their place.”

She had no intention of killing either one.

"Believe it when I see it, Thunderwitch," He let that rest, idly ripping at the fabric beneath his hands to get to her breasts, having no patience for keeping her clothes neat. It wasn't half as violent as last time. There was no need to use his blade or smack her around just yet, even if the boys had tempted him to do just that.

“What, I have to prove it?” Cirucci leaned up and rolled her shoulder back to try and minimize his damage to her garments, baring herself without shame or embarrassment, though in the back of her mind was memories she could have lived without. Scream a little more for me. This wasn’t then, it wasn’t.

“Wouldn’t believe me?~ Am I that much a liar?” She really didn’t feel like killing one that would just be… annoying. That’s it. Annoying, full lips in a pout.

Noitora rolled his eyes, white teeth flashing as he bit down hard on the soft skin of her breast, marking it now as he had before. After all, she had said it wasn't that kind of date.

His hands pushed her legs further apart as he toyed with her, "You'd say what you needed to get what you wanted. We all do."

She bit into that full lipped pout when he bit into her breast, winced, and jerked somewhat, not such an appetite for pain after her last visit with him, when she’d bled between her legs and just felt used. … It wasn’t often she merely felt used.

“That just makes us selfish though.” The Privaron protested, not trying in vain to press her knees back together like last time, moving obediently under his hands, as he desired, since she had no desire to justify anything.

“We’re just the only ones who’ll admit to being selfish- Unlike humans who always want to act…” Gloved hands smoothed back down over his shoulders and down his chest, hooking in the cut of his uniform. “Selfless.”

Noitra reached down, fingers toying with the soft cloth that kept her from being violated just yet. He played with it, pulling at it and snapping it back into place as his tongue traced over the toothmarks.

"Because we know it's pointless not to get what we want."

“You’ve just have all the answers.” Cirucci drawled, pushed her hair back behind her ears, smoothed it where he’d jerked at it earlier, something that could have been a touch of bitterness in her voice.

At the touch, she twitched, shivered, but bit back any noises.

Not like anything could be done to her that counted as a violation anymore.

"Scared, Thunderwitch?" Noitra said, smoothly. His eye was focused elsewhere, but the press and proximity of her body made the shiver more obvious than she probably had thought it did, if she had even thought at all at the shake.

"I promised I'd be good on most of your body."

“And I’m not so stupid as to believe you always keep your promises.” Cirucci tried to laugh it off, a soft, breathy, laugh, neck bared when she leaned her head back to arch her back closer against him, still squirming to the touch between her legs, all healed.

The bruises that had been there, all gone. The marks on her neck that matched his fingers, the same sort on her hips and thighs, the cuts and bruises on her back and breasts, the marks of his teeth. All wiped clean, flawless, pale skin, fit to be marred again with her residual fear hidden behind her coy and smiling lips.

Noitra laughed, his tone almost warm as he pulled away from the chair, kicking it to the floor as he pulled back, his eye flicking with curiosity of just what he could do this time and a little of what the others had inspired him to do.

"Smart girl."

With her hands laced behind his neck, she moved with him, scooted closer until her hips hit against his, far too bony. But she knew she had to prove it to him, that she could come here and not fear him, that, unlike what the humans seemed to want to tell him, she hadn’t been hurt, she wouldn’t refuse him.

“I’d hate to be dumb.” The Privaron breathed, legs coming up but not yet wrapping or touching. If she were lucky, she could make him forget all about the pet killing. They were much more useful alive and not in fear of her.

"I'm sure you would," Noitra grit, the difference between their heights making her seem heavier around his neck than she should have. He shoved her against the wall, making quick work of her panties and garters. "You wouldn't have survived as long as you have if you weren't."

"I'll..." Cirucci shifted uncomfortable against the wall, pressing back against him as her shoulders, hips, ground back on the hard surface. "Take that as a compliment?" She had to wrap her legs around his waist now, struggling to sit up a bit, to lessen the difference in height, he had at least a foot and a half on her, just as think but tall and lanky where she was petite and curved.

"Yeah, whatever," Noitra grunted, not letting her get settled or continue his scattered little bit of foreplay and thrusting straight into her. His hips smacked against her thighs just barely before he pulled back again.

A small gasp, and she arched back against the wall with a bite on her lip. She wasn't ready, and it was somewhat painful, more uncomfortable, really, nails digging in to his shoulders when her hands scrabbled instinctively against him.

"Slow down." She managed to spit out, unable to bring herself to not say something, to stifle her pride that much and just take it.

Noitra laughed, fingers curling in her hair none-too-tenderly. Pre-date, he reminded himself. He'd have to keep her from bleeding too much. No slapping around or anything like that.

"Too much for you, Thunderwitch?" he breathed, shifting her hips to press deeper against the only bare arousal.

"You..." Cirucci tossed her head against the tug on her hair, defiantly, just enough to satisfy her pride but, hopefully, she thought, not enough to anger him. "Started too quick." She muttered bitterly, squirmed uncomfortably when he pressed her onto him, again reminded of the difference in their sizes as she did so, brow furrowing slightly at a twinge of pain.

"Thought you were in a hurry for your date," Noitra breathed, shifting to lean down further, his mouth meeting hers at an awkward tilt of his head. This was one of the reasons he didn't fuck around with Cirucci as much. The damn height difference made things so very un-worth his while.

"Well, I'm not!" Cirucci protested against his mouth, braced against the wall with a small grunt and levered herself up off his hips, a small sound of relief at that, to lessen the angle her had to shift with, to kiss fervently and lick against his throat, trying to get him to move, to touch, not just thrust and use.

"Get on the floor, then." The Privaron muttered as fingers noted the tense tilt of muscles in his neck when he had to bend, both scathing and accomadating in her words.

Noitra laughed, shaking a bit more than he should have at the strain. He jerked free, letting her drop as he stepped back, his own cock aching from the lack of moisture from her half-hearted arousal. "Go on, then."

She stumbled a bit, had to place her palms against the wall to catch herself, bottom lip trembled half a moment at the jostling before her chin rose defiantly, black, sharp, nail pointed down to the floor.

"You."

Noitra paused, looking her over curiously before sliding to the ground himself. He leaned back, gesturing her over. "You ride."

"Hnn." She nearly rolled her eyes until she remembered who this was, looked down with a sneer at the clothing he'd ripped and instead opting to shimmy out of it before he damaged it further, the brute. She discarded the garment and approached him, still stuffing down residual fears from the last time he'd touched her.

She lowered, straddled him and placed palms on his chest, left only in her gloves, eyes closed a moment to murmur against his mouth. "Slower." She warned, "And maybe I'll mutilate one of them instead of just kill them."

"Hard bargain," Noitra scoffed, moving against her at a slower pace despite his protest. She wasn't bad, not one of his absolute favorite types, but there was something sweet about causing her pain.

"I'm-" She took him in again, slower, and groaned, muffled it against his mouth, placed her hands on either side of his head and leaned down, earier to get to him like this, when he wasn't towering over her. "I'm a mean woman, Noitora." Cirucci reminded, shifting against him uncomfortably- it was hardly ever comfortable with him.

"A mean woman who's got qualms mutilating a few humans?" he chided, his hips jerking upwards, burying himself more fully into her. He was still in control, even from the ground.

"Now-" She had to pause to whine, to arch against him and tremble lightly in barely shed fear, lowering her head to kiss against his neck and collarbone and press her chest against his. "Why would I ever have a problem killing a few humans?" He was pushing her to arousal, forcefully, albeit, but still, relaxing ever so slightly as the moist feel increased, as friction became less abrasive between them.

"I dunno," Noitra reached up, fingers curling in her hair, less forcefully, almost kind. He had to stick to the plan, eat his cake before breaking the plate, as it was.

"Then don't-" She couldn't help sighing softly, turning to nuzzle against his hand, against warm, nearly kind touch. "Don't suggest I'd be so weak." Cirucci breathed, braced her slick palms on his chest and pressed, rising up off him to slowly lower again with a shaky exhale. Slow.

"Then prove it," Noitra drawled, fingers pulling, tugging, teasing at the softer hair caught in his hand. He grunted beneath his breath as she started to get more comfortable around him, the moistness of her arousal making each thrust a bit more smoother.

She tugged back against his hand, on her knees to lean over him as hips lifted slow, arduous presses accompanied by the occasional flutter of her mouth against his skin.

"I told you I would-" Cirucci insisted. "And I have. That shinigami whore... their medic... Szayel Aporro's pet..." She named those she had killed, those she'd attacked and won against, each name with a firm rock against her hips, eyes hooded as she wound herself on him, more comfortable now, able to move easier

Noitra shook his head, twisting to force her onto the ground, rolling over her to get on top. He straddled her, more violently than before.

"There's a difference, sweet cheeks. Between that and what I'm talking about. Difference between me killing the substitute shinigami and me killing Tesla. You can kill other people's precious things. You don't want to kill your own."

She'd known that was getting too comfortable. Bare leg rose, stroking against his hip and thigh, scooting closer with a small moan at the change of position, curled hair spilled out beneath her.

"... They're useful." She offered, but resented the thought that she couldn't kill them if she wanted to, that, should she wish or if they displeased her, and with that, oh they had, was chafing. "But I can kill them just as easily as a shinigami if they say stupid things."

"For what?" Noitra rolled his eye, thrusting deeper into her, his hips hard against the softer flesh of her thighs. She wasn't bad and was already drawing him into his climax. "They aren't doing shit but complaining and bringing you treats as far as I see it."

A soft cry had her grinding back against him, leg slipping up and over the crook of his elbow to widen, to pull him deeper, farther, her breath quickening along with his pace, the power behind it.

"... What they said earlier-" She denied it with every fiber of her being, denied that word, such a ridiculously mortal concept, rape, and it didn't happen, especially no to her, not when she was panting, sweating, not like this.

"Was bullshit," Noitra snorted, his reiatsu growing around him like a building storm at the mention, slow and deadly. It squirmed around him like a snake shedding its skin. "But I don't take that from humans."

"I know-" Cirucci agreed hastily, didn't want him angry, not now, didn't want that rage she felt, one that drew her to push back with her own in hidden fear, directed at her, wasn't going to end up dead because two humans she found useful could say such idiotic things.

"And you don't have to." She breathed, tried to distract by wrapping her other leg around his hip and thrusting back up at him, encouraging.

"Then do something about it," Noitra hissed, his eye clenching shut as he climaxed inside of her, almost soft compared to the last time he'd spilled within her. The last times, rather. "Don't make me waste my time on weaklings."

He rolled off of her and onto his back.

"... Of course." Cirucci tensed, rode it out, thrusting back at him as he had, but, nothing. She panted lightly, successfully aroused at this point, but not satisfied. Fuck. She lay there, pulled a few strands of hair from where they stuck to her neck, and breathed slow and shallow with an occassional frustrated groan.

"... I'll take care of it." Knees pressed together and she tried not to squirm too much at the tight feeling in her belly left coiled and warm.

"Clean that up and you can go," Noitra yawned, satiated and tired. He wasn't in the mood for a long session, not when he was getting more later. He pulled himself up, all lanky limbs and smooth movements.

She'd done both her jobs, whether he'd realized it or not, getting him off and distracting him from her friends.

Drawing herself up, Cirucci squirmed again, felt fluids leaking from between her legs. A small bit back groan and she stood, legs somewhat shaky and walked to his bathroom. Retrieving a rag, she returned, wiped the floor before returning to the wash and fingers dragging the excess semen from her thighs, discarding the mess and walking out again.

Shimmying back into her dress, she arranged it, sticking to patches of sweat on curves, and looked down with a sneer at where he’d ripped the fabric of her dress. She’d have to change again.

“… I’ll be back, then.” The Privaron murmured.

"I'll see you then," Noitra couldn't help but leer, his eye half-lidded in the general sweet feeling of afterglow as he watched her wipe away the evidence of the deed. "Don't make me hunt you down."

“… Of course not.” Cirucci snapped, tugging irritably at her dress to cover herself before she left. “I’ll be back, and I’ll be back willingly.”