[Co-Write] Noitra, Ulquiorra
Title: Get 'Em While They're Young
Characters/Pairing: Noitra, Ulquiorra
Timeline: Backstory, after Ulquiorra's birth
Warnings: PG-13, Noitra
Summary: Noitra picks the wrong arrancar to bully.
He was here somewhere. Noitra could feel his intoxicatingly strong reiatsu, kept tight under the wraps of the young arrancar's unshakable self-control. He had sensed it since the moment of Ulquiorra's birth as he watched the former vasto lorde's mask shatter, leaving behind a fragment that clung to his dark hair even still.
Ulquiorra. The name rolled off his tongue. It was name almost too long for the small-built arrancar, but it seemed to match the immensity of the power that was hidden in that slender frame. It was that same power that made Noitra seek him out in the first place, stalking him through the hallways, like a dog on a scent.
When he finally caught sight of that perfect back, his lips curled into a smile. "I'd hoped to find you here."
It had not been long since he had entered Aizen's ranks. The wetness from the birthing process was gone, but he was still cold, shivering despite the clothing Aizen-sama had given him.
He had been lead into his rooms by a nondescript arrancar who had not even given him her name. She was obviously no one of great importance, he noted.
Even mere hours after his birth, Ulquiorra was able to recognize trash.
He still had the innate ability to sense reiatsu, as all hollows did, and it was as he was walking down the hall alone, towards the baths, that he felt a trickle of power invading his senses.
"And why is that?" Ulquiorra replied, head turning to take in the sight of an extraordinarily tall Arrancar. "Who are you?" Someone strong, of course -- Ulquiorra could feel his power without even trying. Perhaps he was one of the Espada Aizen-sama had mentioned earlier -- the strongest of the strong, and the group which Ulquiorra would join come his training sessions. He knew all too well that he was stronger than many already in those ranks.
Ulquiorra wasn't anything more than a child at this moment and Noitra held the upper hand. He wasn't strong enough, yet. He probably wouldn't be amusing to fight until he shed that newborn freshness, but he couldn't help wanting to pick and prod at the little arrancar.
"Because this is where all the new arrancar go," Noitra replied smoothly, stretching out a long bangled arm to Ulquiorra, "Noitra. Strongest of the Espada."
From the moment Aizen-sama had first spoken to him, Ulquiorra had decided that he would become the strongest of the Espada, higher than everyone else.
And if he was that far above them, they hardly deserved to see emotions that could only be understood by the few elite people who were above him -- namely Aizen-sama himself.
This arrancar was no exception to this rule, and whether he called himself the strongest Espada or not ... Ulquiorra hardly cared at all.
"Are you?" he inquired, quirking an eyebrow upward without any amusement whatsoever. "I wonder for how long."
Noitra's grin grew darker. Oh, this one was a little bit of a brat, wasn't he? For an unplaced arrancar, Ulquiorra spoke big, even if his power was so immense Noitra could taste it from here.
He moved his proffered hand to press against the wall alongside Ulquiorra, leaning down to properly intimidate the little arrancar, his reiatsu rippling sharply along his snake-like form, "I'd say pretty long. You'd be surprised."
Ulquiorra was a bit disconcerted by the snake-like grin he was receiving, though nothing showed on his face or in his tone. He did not like the way Noitra was invading his privacy or how he was coming up too close for comfort.
His power was impressive. Ulquiorra could find no arguments against that, though he knew very well that he was stronger. There was simply no doubt in his mind that he would, indeed, replace Noitra. Impressive, but not intimidating.
"Do not impose upon my personal space," Ulquiorra said, expression blank.
"Why?" Noitra whispered, lowering his head even further so that his dark black hair slid against the stark white cloth of Ulquiorra's uniform. He could smell the power coming from the kid now, potent and growing as they spoke. He wanted it. He wanted to hold it, control it, and, more than anything else, break it.
His tongue flickered against the pale skin of Ulquiorra's forehead, "Worried about something happening?"
Ulquiorra had not expected Noitra to persist, but it appeared he had underestimated the other Arrancar's perseverence. He felt the strange urge to shudder as a tongue darted out across his flesh, but managed to just barely suppress it.
"Get off," he said, more sharply than before, completely ignoring Noitra's question.
Noitra's hand lowered like a guillotine, pressing closer to that slight body that held so much of the power he lusted after, the bangles clanking softly against one another as his tongue traced over Ulquiorra's forehead and gently down the left tear-streak that marred his perfect skin.
"Afraid?"
Ulquiorra could not disguise a shiver of disgust this time. Noitra had crossed Ulquiorra's line of comfort, and it was only belatedly that he realised that although he was powerful, and had the potential to beat Noitra in a fair fight, he was as of yet untrained and knew very few skills -- while Noitra had been training for much longer.
"Do not delude yourself into thinking such things," Ulquiorra said, still managing to keep his tone level even as he was being accosted by the so-called strongest Espada. "Get off."
Noitra felt a burst of hunger rise in his chest. He had coaxed anger out of the little arrancar now. That was what he needed. Just a little more pushing and he'd see more of that power he wanted to test so much. His reiatsu blossomed to pin Ulquiorra to the wall.
"No," he laughed, stretching a hand downwards to brush against that perfectly white skin.
Had Ulquiorra known how to use his newfound power, he would have blasted Noitra into the opposite wall. As it was, he had learned nothing. He was, as much as he hated to admit it, entirely powerless.
"Do you often greet new recruits this way?" he inquired, barely managing to disguise the absolute disgust in his tone.
Noitra's fingers curled against Ulquiorra's zipper, drawing it slowly downward to reveal more of his chest. He had to admit, he was almost impressed. Ulquiorra was barely even squirming in his grasp. It reminded him of how malleable Tesla could be. It made him lust for more.
His tongue trailed further downward to tease a soft, newborn nipple, barely distinguishable from Ulquiorra's chest. "The ones that interest me, yes."
Ulquiorra stiffened, reaching one pale hand up to shove Noitra violently away. "I hardly believe I am interesting to someone like you," he said, eyes narrowing in annoyance.
He did not like this. Not at all. Noitra was too close, and his tongue was -- it was on his skin. Why on earth would anyone do that? What was the appeal?
It was too intimate. That was the word Ulquiorra had been searching for, and he hated it.
There was a force behind Ulquiorra's blow to him, almost like a flicker of the true strength that must have been hiding within his slender frame. Noitra jerked back just a little, but kept his position as he reached to snag Ulquiorra's hand to prevent him from trying that again.
"You've got power. Why wouldn't you be interesting?" Noitra opened his mouth and sunk his teeth in to the tender flesh, waiting for the squirm that seemed almost inevitable.
Had Ulquiorra been anyone else, he might have made a noise of pain -- because it did hurt, and it certainly was surprising, but Ulquiorra didn't make a sound, and he didn't squirm. Instead, his eyes narrowed.
"This," Ulquiorra said disdainfully, "is not interest, Primero. If you were merely interested in my power, you would attempt to fight me, not do ... something like this." He stood rigidly still, his caught hand clenching into a fist. "If you do not cease and desist, I will have to force you to keep your distance."
"This isn't fighting? This isn't a battle of wills?" Noitra almost purred against deathly white skin. He was getting excited and Ulquiorra's threats of more violence further hardened the press in his groin. He wanted to see Ulquiorra in his full, powerful glory and send him toppling down again. "You're loosing either way, Ulquiorra."
"This is hardly an orthodox way of fighting," Ulquiorra informed him, growing impatient with Noitra's little game. He had given Noitra enough chances to back away; Aizen-sama could hardly be angry if he had given Noitra ample warning.
He may not have been trained for combat just yet, but Ulquiorra knew as much as any Vasto Lorde did, and perhaps even a bit more. A glow appeared in his free hand, and he pushed forward, a blast of insanely powerful reiatsu heading in Noitra's direction. It was a technique he'd seen one of the other Arrancar use, though he didn't know its name, and he took pride in the fact that his was far more powerful than any he had seen so far.
"Do not take me lightly, Primero," Ulquiorra informed him, dull green eyes focused intently on the taller Arrancar. "I am not the kind to make empty threats."
Noitra hissed at the pain, countering the blast with one of his own. A hunger rose in his one eye. This was more like it. This was what he had hoped to inspire in the little arrancar. His grin widened to a manic point.
"I wouldn't expect you would be, Ulquiorra," he murmured, "In fact, I'm glad you aren't. It makes this all the more fun for me."
Ulquiorra faltered. That was not the response he'd expected. Was Noitra insane? It certainly appeared so.
"I have no wish to associate with you any longer, Primero," Ulquiorra said, pushing him away roughly with the intent to leave.
Noitra's reiatsu spiked as Ulquiorra pressed by. It flooded the hallway with his power, tangible and as loud as he was. Lesser hollows would be brought to their knees and many of his siblings would feel the choke of the pressure brought on by sheer spiritual strength.
"I didn't say I was done with you," he breathed, anger flickering in his tone.
Ulquiorra should not have been so surprised at the sheer amount of power that Noitra exuded. He had to be extremely strong to be the number one arrancar in Aizen-sama's ranks, but ... still, he was caught off guard momentarily, stopping in his tracks.
Then, as though coming to his senses, he spoke again. "I don't," he said without turning his head, "take orders from anyone but Aizen-sama. I am finished with you."
Ulquiorra walked away, then, with short quick steps. There would be a time to prove his worth, to prove that he, rather than Noitra, should claim the position of Primero. Now was not that time, and Ulquiorra left the idea along with Noitra fifty feet back down the corridor.
Characters/Pairing: Noitra, Ulquiorra
Timeline: Backstory, after Ulquiorra's birth
Warnings: PG-13, Noitra
Summary: Noitra picks the wrong arrancar to bully.
He was here somewhere. Noitra could feel his intoxicatingly strong reiatsu, kept tight under the wraps of the young arrancar's unshakable self-control. He had sensed it since the moment of Ulquiorra's birth as he watched the former vasto lorde's mask shatter, leaving behind a fragment that clung to his dark hair even still.
Ulquiorra. The name rolled off his tongue. It was name almost too long for the small-built arrancar, but it seemed to match the immensity of the power that was hidden in that slender frame. It was that same power that made Noitra seek him out in the first place, stalking him through the hallways, like a dog on a scent.
When he finally caught sight of that perfect back, his lips curled into a smile. "I'd hoped to find you here."
It had not been long since he had entered Aizen's ranks. The wetness from the birthing process was gone, but he was still cold, shivering despite the clothing Aizen-sama had given him.
He had been lead into his rooms by a nondescript arrancar who had not even given him her name. She was obviously no one of great importance, he noted.
Even mere hours after his birth, Ulquiorra was able to recognize trash.
He still had the innate ability to sense reiatsu, as all hollows did, and it was as he was walking down the hall alone, towards the baths, that he felt a trickle of power invading his senses.
"And why is that?" Ulquiorra replied, head turning to take in the sight of an extraordinarily tall Arrancar. "Who are you?" Someone strong, of course -- Ulquiorra could feel his power without even trying. Perhaps he was one of the Espada Aizen-sama had mentioned earlier -- the strongest of the strong, and the group which Ulquiorra would join come his training sessions. He knew all too well that he was stronger than many already in those ranks.
Ulquiorra wasn't anything more than a child at this moment and Noitra held the upper hand. He wasn't strong enough, yet. He probably wouldn't be amusing to fight until he shed that newborn freshness, but he couldn't help wanting to pick and prod at the little arrancar.
"Because this is where all the new arrancar go," Noitra replied smoothly, stretching out a long bangled arm to Ulquiorra, "Noitra. Strongest of the Espada."
From the moment Aizen-sama had first spoken to him, Ulquiorra had decided that he would become the strongest of the Espada, higher than everyone else.
And if he was that far above them, they hardly deserved to see emotions that could only be understood by the few elite people who were above him -- namely Aizen-sama himself.
This arrancar was no exception to this rule, and whether he called himself the strongest Espada or not ... Ulquiorra hardly cared at all.
"Are you?" he inquired, quirking an eyebrow upward without any amusement whatsoever. "I wonder for how long."
Noitra's grin grew darker. Oh, this one was a little bit of a brat, wasn't he? For an unplaced arrancar, Ulquiorra spoke big, even if his power was so immense Noitra could taste it from here.
He moved his proffered hand to press against the wall alongside Ulquiorra, leaning down to properly intimidate the little arrancar, his reiatsu rippling sharply along his snake-like form, "I'd say pretty long. You'd be surprised."
Ulquiorra was a bit disconcerted by the snake-like grin he was receiving, though nothing showed on his face or in his tone. He did not like the way Noitra was invading his privacy or how he was coming up too close for comfort.
His power was impressive. Ulquiorra could find no arguments against that, though he knew very well that he was stronger. There was simply no doubt in his mind that he would, indeed, replace Noitra. Impressive, but not intimidating.
"Do not impose upon my personal space," Ulquiorra said, expression blank.
"Why?" Noitra whispered, lowering his head even further so that his dark black hair slid against the stark white cloth of Ulquiorra's uniform. He could smell the power coming from the kid now, potent and growing as they spoke. He wanted it. He wanted to hold it, control it, and, more than anything else, break it.
His tongue flickered against the pale skin of Ulquiorra's forehead, "Worried about something happening?"
Ulquiorra had not expected Noitra to persist, but it appeared he had underestimated the other Arrancar's perseverence. He felt the strange urge to shudder as a tongue darted out across his flesh, but managed to just barely suppress it.
"Get off," he said, more sharply than before, completely ignoring Noitra's question.
Noitra's hand lowered like a guillotine, pressing closer to that slight body that held so much of the power he lusted after, the bangles clanking softly against one another as his tongue traced over Ulquiorra's forehead and gently down the left tear-streak that marred his perfect skin.
"Afraid?"
Ulquiorra could not disguise a shiver of disgust this time. Noitra had crossed Ulquiorra's line of comfort, and it was only belatedly that he realised that although he was powerful, and had the potential to beat Noitra in a fair fight, he was as of yet untrained and knew very few skills -- while Noitra had been training for much longer.
"Do not delude yourself into thinking such things," Ulquiorra said, still managing to keep his tone level even as he was being accosted by the so-called strongest Espada. "Get off."
Noitra felt a burst of hunger rise in his chest. He had coaxed anger out of the little arrancar now. That was what he needed. Just a little more pushing and he'd see more of that power he wanted to test so much. His reiatsu blossomed to pin Ulquiorra to the wall.
"No," he laughed, stretching a hand downwards to brush against that perfectly white skin.
Had Ulquiorra known how to use his newfound power, he would have blasted Noitra into the opposite wall. As it was, he had learned nothing. He was, as much as he hated to admit it, entirely powerless.
"Do you often greet new recruits this way?" he inquired, barely managing to disguise the absolute disgust in his tone.
Noitra's fingers curled against Ulquiorra's zipper, drawing it slowly downward to reveal more of his chest. He had to admit, he was almost impressed. Ulquiorra was barely even squirming in his grasp. It reminded him of how malleable Tesla could be. It made him lust for more.
His tongue trailed further downward to tease a soft, newborn nipple, barely distinguishable from Ulquiorra's chest. "The ones that interest me, yes."
Ulquiorra stiffened, reaching one pale hand up to shove Noitra violently away. "I hardly believe I am interesting to someone like you," he said, eyes narrowing in annoyance.
He did not like this. Not at all. Noitra was too close, and his tongue was -- it was on his skin. Why on earth would anyone do that? What was the appeal?
It was too intimate. That was the word Ulquiorra had been searching for, and he hated it.
There was a force behind Ulquiorra's blow to him, almost like a flicker of the true strength that must have been hiding within his slender frame. Noitra jerked back just a little, but kept his position as he reached to snag Ulquiorra's hand to prevent him from trying that again.
"You've got power. Why wouldn't you be interesting?" Noitra opened his mouth and sunk his teeth in to the tender flesh, waiting for the squirm that seemed almost inevitable.
Had Ulquiorra been anyone else, he might have made a noise of pain -- because it did hurt, and it certainly was surprising, but Ulquiorra didn't make a sound, and he didn't squirm. Instead, his eyes narrowed.
"This," Ulquiorra said disdainfully, "is not interest, Primero. If you were merely interested in my power, you would attempt to fight me, not do ... something like this." He stood rigidly still, his caught hand clenching into a fist. "If you do not cease and desist, I will have to force you to keep your distance."
"This isn't fighting? This isn't a battle of wills?" Noitra almost purred against deathly white skin. He was getting excited and Ulquiorra's threats of more violence further hardened the press in his groin. He wanted to see Ulquiorra in his full, powerful glory and send him toppling down again. "You're loosing either way, Ulquiorra."
"This is hardly an orthodox way of fighting," Ulquiorra informed him, growing impatient with Noitra's little game. He had given Noitra enough chances to back away; Aizen-sama could hardly be angry if he had given Noitra ample warning.
He may not have been trained for combat just yet, but Ulquiorra knew as much as any Vasto Lorde did, and perhaps even a bit more. A glow appeared in his free hand, and he pushed forward, a blast of insanely powerful reiatsu heading in Noitra's direction. It was a technique he'd seen one of the other Arrancar use, though he didn't know its name, and he took pride in the fact that his was far more powerful than any he had seen so far.
"Do not take me lightly, Primero," Ulquiorra informed him, dull green eyes focused intently on the taller Arrancar. "I am not the kind to make empty threats."
Noitra hissed at the pain, countering the blast with one of his own. A hunger rose in his one eye. This was more like it. This was what he had hoped to inspire in the little arrancar. His grin widened to a manic point.
"I wouldn't expect you would be, Ulquiorra," he murmured, "In fact, I'm glad you aren't. It makes this all the more fun for me."
Ulquiorra faltered. That was not the response he'd expected. Was Noitra insane? It certainly appeared so.
"I have no wish to associate with you any longer, Primero," Ulquiorra said, pushing him away roughly with the intent to leave.
Noitra's reiatsu spiked as Ulquiorra pressed by. It flooded the hallway with his power, tangible and as loud as he was. Lesser hollows would be brought to their knees and many of his siblings would feel the choke of the pressure brought on by sheer spiritual strength.
"I didn't say I was done with you," he breathed, anger flickering in his tone.
Ulquiorra should not have been so surprised at the sheer amount of power that Noitra exuded. He had to be extremely strong to be the number one arrancar in Aizen-sama's ranks, but ... still, he was caught off guard momentarily, stopping in his tracks.
Then, as though coming to his senses, he spoke again. "I don't," he said without turning his head, "take orders from anyone but Aizen-sama. I am finished with you."
Ulquiorra walked away, then, with short quick steps. There would be a time to prove his worth, to prove that he, rather than Noitra, should claim the position of Primero. Now was not that time, and Ulquiorra left the idea along with Noitra fifty feet back down the corridor.