Break Your Mind
Break Your Mind
Rating: R; sexual hints, violence, manipulation.
Pairing: Szayel x Luke
Summary: Sequel to Twisted Little Things; Luke is trapped in Szayel's lab as the madman's own personal play thing. Of course, Szayel just wants to twist his new little toy into something that he can use for his own sick plans, but first he needs Luke as a willing participant... Based on character relations between Luke (sacred_flamer) and Szayel (szayelgrantz).
Once in Micro Metropolis, months ago, Luke had been introduced to weed thanks to a very stoned out of his mind Emperor Peony. The results of that were less than satisfactory; he had somehow ended up in the park and buried naked under a pile of sand. To this day, he had no memory of how he had gotten himself into that situation, but he very clearly remembered how much ungodly pain he was in when he finally woke up. It felt like his head had been stuck in a vice that was slowly tightening, loosening, and tightening again, not to mention the unsettling feeling of having no idea where he was or why he was there.
That was how he felt right now as he shifted under the covers of the bed he had woken up in, at a loss for where he was or what he was doing there. He lifted his head, the fine black silk sheets slipping down along his back as he reached up, rubbing his eyes. As he lowered his hand afterwards, he could see two pills next to a glass of water and a note, resting innocently on a nightstand. He grabbed for the note first, frowning as he tried to decipher the neat and curly handwriting.
Take the medication, get dressed, and come out
to the lab.
Szayel
Luke's grimace deepened, his face reddening as memory of what he had done with Szayel returned to him, as much as he rather forget. He crumpled up the note and threw it into a corner before flopping back onto the pillow; just how stupid did that pink freak think he was? Like hell he would take any medication from him!
Still, the thought of getting back in his clothes was rather appealing, and he moved to get up... when a sharp, ungodly pain shot up his spine. Luke whimpered, falling back to the bed and waiting for it to pass, before he gave in and grabbed for the pills. As much as he rather not, he did not see the point of leaving something that could harm him if that crazy man knew he would be waking up in pain.
At least, Luke hoped that would not be his final thought.
He popped the pills into his mouth, grabbing the water and downing that as well. His head flopped back into the pillow as he whimpered softly, blindly setting the glass back on the stand. After a moment, a warm, soothing feeling settled over him, and his head shot up, afraid of what that could mean. Hesitantly, he sat up... before he let out a breath when he realized there was no pain.
Luke was up and about in the next moment, hugging the silk sheets to himself as he tried to locate his clothes. Unfortunately, all he could find was a pile of neatly folded white clothes, and lifting them up revealed them to be reminiscent of that weird uniform Szayel always wore. He grimaced at it, but he was not about to go out anywhere - assuming he did leave the room - with just the sheet from the bed and nothing else. Reluctantly, he pulled the white uniform on, running his hands along the black trim, and feeling extremely out of place in something so plain.
Finally, he started toward the only door in the room, stopping just a few inches before it. He was not sure if he should go out... who only knew what awaited him in the mad scientist's lab? If he did not go out... well, what would Szayel do to him then? No; as long as he was in the madman's grasp, it would be better if he just cooperated until he could leave.
Screwing up his courage, Luke started out the door, following the narrow corridor until he came out to a massive room filled with all manner of fontech that he did not recognize. He could only stare as he carefully made his way into the room, trying to look everywhere at once as he moved. Despite the danger he was in, he could not help but be surprised by it all, nor could he help the mental image of Guy freaking out over all the machinery. He stopped at that, a sad smile coming to his face... before he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder.
"Fracción..."
Luke froze at the word, his heart hammering loudly in his chest as he fought back the urge to panic and run away as fast as he could... assuming he could break away from the hand that held him. Silence hung in the air, and all he could feel was Szayel behind him, so close that he could feel the slight rise and fall of his chest against his back. After a moment, the madman's other hand came to rest at his side, fingers trailing lightly down as he stiffened even more than he already was.
"Much better..." he purred in Luke's ear, and he swore he could feel his heart twist itself into a knot. Szayel's hand stopped on his hip, his lips ghosting against the lobe of his ear... before he finally let go, leaving Luke standing still in the middle of the lab.
It was a moment before Luke could even move, his breath flying out of him in a massive rush. After a moment he turned a glare to the scientist, forcing himself to return back to normal before storming after him.
"Just what the hell are you doing?!" he demanded, doing his best to try to look annoyed instead of scared out of his mind.
Szayel waved a hand as he approached his computer, absently tapping a few buttons. "I believe you humans refer to it as a 'compliment'."
Luke turned bright red. "I-I don't mean that! I mean this!" he exclaimed, pointing to the outfit. "I want my real clothes back, and then I'm leaving this creepy place!"
"Leaving? And how do you plan to do that?" Szayel replied mildly, sparing him a glance. "You are right in the middle of Las Noches, the palace of Hueco Mundo. You are surrounded by hundreds of thousands of hollow and arrancar that would just as soon have you as lunch than look at you." He turned back to his computer. "At least here you are safe."
"You? Safe? I don't think so," Luke hissed. "I gave you what you wanted, and that's it. You said nothing about keeping me here for... whatever the hell it is that goes through that twisted head of yours. I'm leaving."
With that, he whirled on his heel, the tails of his new coat smacking loudly against his legs as he stormed out of the nearest exit. Szayel did not move to stop him, instead waiting until the sound of Luke's pounding footsteps faded down the hallway, before tapping a few commands into his computer. A display lit up below the keyboard, one that lined the hallways leading to his laboratory from the center of the complex. A slow, cruel smile came to his face as he traced a line from the corridor Luke was in, directly to the center...
...and now he would wait...
~.oOOo.~
Leaving Szayel back there had been far too easy.
Walking down the corridor away from the lab had been far too easy.
Of course, because of how easy things had been, Luke was not entirely surprised to find himself standing before a whole mess of these arrancar psychos. He did not know if they were Espada or not, but it was not like it mattered; when they hit him, it still felt like a brick was being slammed against his body. What was worse, though, was that they were not fighting against him, they were fighting over him, shouts of, "I saw him first!" and, "You already had a meal!" coming over the ringing in his ears left from his head bouncing hard against a wall.
One of them grabbed him by his arm, wrenching him hard enough to dislocate his shoulder. Luke whimpered in pain, slipping from the creature’s grasp to land in a heap on the floor. Another jumped over him to tackle the creature that had injured him, while another grabbed him by his hair, yanking him up with a quick jerk. He cried out, struggling, his good arm flying back to hit the arrancar in the face... for all the good it did. The arrancar crinkled its nose, before slamming him back against the ground, making him land roughly on his injured shoulder.
Luke was not stupid enough to attempt getting back up after that, his vision swimming as he fought to remain conscious. He was going to die again... and this time, he had a feeling he would not be coming back to life as he had the last time. As the realization came to him, however, everything around him fell silent, except for the steady clack of approaching footsteps. He groaned softly, wishing someone would just kill him already and get it over with; he was not in the mood for whatever else this place could throw at him.
The footsteps came to a stop just before him, and Luke just squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to look...
"Who is responsible for this?"
...and then his eyes snapped back open at the familiar voice. Hesitantly, he craned his head up to see Szayel standing over him, his hands folded behind his back, and his serious gaze leveled on the arrancar that had been fighting over him. The creatures shuffled away, none of them speaking or even looking at the Espada.
"I see," Szayel continued mildly, resting a hand on his sword, "so he just mysteriously acquired his injuries. Humans are so frail after all."
Luke could not even see what happened next, as Szayel moved too quickly for his eyes to follow. One moment, the Espada was drawing his sword, the next he was being splattered with blood, a head rolling past him as the mad scientist dealt with all of the arrancar that had been assaulting him. Luke looked like he was going to be sick, trying to shuffle away and when that did not work, curling up on himself until the horrible splattering sounds died away.
Silence hung, before he could hear the clack of footsteps approaching him again. He could tell that Szayel was standing over him, but he did not dare to look up at the blood soaked scientist until he had crouched down beside him.
"Now, fracción, do you understand what I said?" he asked, sounding like a parent scolding a child for taking cookies from the cookie jar.
Luke shot him a venomous look. "I... I hate you..."
"I know," Szayel replied simply, before offering his hand to Luke. "Will you come back?"
He kept his hateful glare trained on the scientist, as if to say that he was only doing this because he did not have much other choice... before accepting his hand.
~.oOOo.~
Luke rested back against the examination table, red in the face and gasping for breath as he clutched at the arm that had previously been dislocated. Szayel merely sighed at the childish display, turning his back to him and fiddling with something that Luke could not see, before returning his attention to him while holding a small cup of some kind of strange liquid. It sloshed slightly as Szayel brought it to his lips, a sharp and foul smell stinging the redhead's nostrils as he jerked away.
"Ngh... no way..." he grumbled. "Stinks."
"Things that are good for your continued health often are foul," Szayel replied dryly, looking like he was about ready to pry Luke's lips open. Finally he sighed, downing the concoction himself... before grabbing Luke by his hair, forcing him into a kiss. The redhead let out a startled noise, only to find himself swallowing the foul smelling liquid. He gagged and sputtered, but Szayel held his lips over his, making sure he swallowed before he pulled away.
Luke jerked upright, furious. "You...!" he began, swinging an arm back to punch him, only to realize too late it was his bad arm. He whimpered softly, letting it drop back to the table as he clutched at it with his good arm. A wave of dizziness hit him in the next moment, and he would have pitched over if Szayel had not placed a hand on his chest.
"Unfortunately, they also come with foul side effects," he continued mildly as Luke swayed unsteadily, feeling himself growing hot. He whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes shut as everything swam around him, and then suddenly he could feel things shift around as Szayel grabbed him, lifting him up in his arms. Reluctantly, Luke clung to him, if only because it felt like he would fall into the abyss forever if he did not have something to hold onto.
After a moment of Szayel's steady footsteps, he felt himself being rested on something soft, no doubt the bed he had woken up on before. A shuffling noise came a moment later, and he cracked his eyes open just enough to see that Szayel was taking off his coat, before lying down beside him. Luke was about to snap at him to get the hell out (about as well as he could snap considering the world around him felt like one massive merry-go-round on drugs), when the scientist scooped him up, pressing his heated body against his cool chest. His protests came to a quick halt at that, shuddering slightly as Szayel held him there, using his own body to bring his temperature down.
"...bastard," Luke muttered after a moment, forcing himself to relax as best as he could.
"Your lack of ingenuity when it comes to 'insults' is appalling," Szayel replied, not sounding the least bit bothered. Luke just let out a grunt, absently burying his face against the madman's chest, letting the coolness keep his head from spinning around.
They stayed like that for a long time, Szayel's cool body keeping Luke's from becoming too overheated while the medicine did its work, helping to heal his aching shoulder and other injuries. Finally after what felt like hours, Luke opening his eyes, finding himself watching the steady rise and fall of Szayel's surprisingly unmarred chest. Absently, and perhaps still a little dazed from his injuries and the medication, he reached a hand up, bare fingers trailing lightly along his skin, almost curious. Szayel did not move, just watching his hand as it explored, fingers tracing lightly around a nipple, before the hand trailed down as Luke looked up, an almost ashamed look on his face.
The scientist merely smirked. "Looking for something, fracción?" he purred, getting Luke to turn a rather vivid shade of red.
"...your hole," he replied, and Szayel's expression almost fell, realizing that Luke was indeed being serious. "The other arrancar I've seen had it pretty visible."
"Other arrancar are of subpar intelligence and generally foolish," Szayel replied dryly.
"...it's in a weird place, isn't it?"
"That is for myself to know and you to preferably not discover."
There was a long pause, and Szayel did not have to be spiritually aware to sense that the gears were turning in Luke's head. Therefore, he was not entirely surprised when Luke's hand snapped out, grabbing the belt of his hakama and yanking it up to look.
"...wow, it is in a weird place..." he muttered as Szayel growled, smacking Luke's hand away sharply. The boy hissed, shaking his hand, though there was still a rather self satisfied smirk on his face. Szayel grabbed his wrist in response, turning them both over so that Luke was pinned underneath him. A panicked look appeared on his face at first, before he frowned up at him.
"What?" he asked, trying to make himself look braver than he obviously felt. "You're so damn insistent on keeping me here, you're just going to have to put up with me!"
There was a moment, before Szayel smirked. "Hm... I suppose that is a worthwhile price..."
Luke just kind of paused at that, eyes widening; he had been hoping being an insufferable twit would make Szayel kick him out, but obviously not. He sputtered slightly, at a loss for words, before he could finally get his mouth to cooperate enough to form actual words.
"What the... why are you so damn insistent on keeping me around?"
The smirk remained on Szayel's face as he hovered closer to him, lips just centimeters away from Luke's own.
"That is for myself to know and for you to enjoy..." he purred, sending a shudder though the redhead as he pressed himself back against the bed. Szayel raised an eyebrow at the reaction, amused. "Are you still afraid of me, fracción?"
"Terrified..." Luke admitted softly... before finally giving up trying to run away.
He pushed himself up, an arm wrapping around Szayel's bare back as he pressed himself close, his lips hesitantly meeting his. They trembled against his, and he could hear the scientist sigh, as if he was drinking in his fear, before Luke forced himself to press against him harder, squeezing his eyes shut as his stomach twisted itself into a painful knot. Szayel's arm came around him, bare skin still feeling cool as he pulled him closer. Unfortunately the movement upset one of his injuries, and Luke hissed, pulling away in pain.
The scientist gave him a concerned look, inspecting him with a critical eye, before resting him back against the bed delicately. He leaned over him, nibbling gently at his ear before pulling away slightly.
"Not now," he whispered softly, reaching up and placing a hand over Luke's eyes, gently guiding them closed. "Rest. Shall I give you something to help you sleep?"
Luke trembled beneath him, breath coming out in soft gasps as he forced himself to let go of him.
"P...please."
Szayel shifted, pressing his cool lips against Luke’s forehead, before getting up and leaving the room.
~.oOOo.~
Szayel stood with his hands folded behind his back, watching as the sedative he gave Luke lulled him off to a comfortable sleep. He waited until he was certain the boy was unconscious... before injecting him with the counter agent for the aphrodisiac he had given him before, a sinister smirk coming to his face. What a foolish creature; so easily manipulated into trusting others, even those he was afraid of. He was almost disappointed that his goal would be so easily realized...
After all, it was not every day he had the opportunity to corrupt innocence...
Rating: R; sexual hints, violence, manipulation.
Pairing: Szayel x Luke
Summary: Sequel to Twisted Little Things; Luke is trapped in Szayel's lab as the madman's own personal play thing. Of course, Szayel just wants to twist his new little toy into something that he can use for his own sick plans, but first he needs Luke as a willing participant... Based on character relations between Luke (sacred_flamer) and Szayel (szayelgrantz).
Once in Micro Metropolis, months ago, Luke had been introduced to weed thanks to a very stoned out of his mind Emperor Peony. The results of that were less than satisfactory; he had somehow ended up in the park and buried naked under a pile of sand. To this day, he had no memory of how he had gotten himself into that situation, but he very clearly remembered how much ungodly pain he was in when he finally woke up. It felt like his head had been stuck in a vice that was slowly tightening, loosening, and tightening again, not to mention the unsettling feeling of having no idea where he was or why he was there.
That was how he felt right now as he shifted under the covers of the bed he had woken up in, at a loss for where he was or what he was doing there. He lifted his head, the fine black silk sheets slipping down along his back as he reached up, rubbing his eyes. As he lowered his hand afterwards, he could see two pills next to a glass of water and a note, resting innocently on a nightstand. He grabbed for the note first, frowning as he tried to decipher the neat and curly handwriting.
Take the medication, get dressed, and come out
to the lab.
Szayel
Luke's grimace deepened, his face reddening as memory of what he had done with Szayel returned to him, as much as he rather forget. He crumpled up the note and threw it into a corner before flopping back onto the pillow; just how stupid did that pink freak think he was? Like hell he would take any medication from him!
Still, the thought of getting back in his clothes was rather appealing, and he moved to get up... when a sharp, ungodly pain shot up his spine. Luke whimpered, falling back to the bed and waiting for it to pass, before he gave in and grabbed for the pills. As much as he rather not, he did not see the point of leaving something that could harm him if that crazy man knew he would be waking up in pain.
At least, Luke hoped that would not be his final thought.
He popped the pills into his mouth, grabbing the water and downing that as well. His head flopped back into the pillow as he whimpered softly, blindly setting the glass back on the stand. After a moment, a warm, soothing feeling settled over him, and his head shot up, afraid of what that could mean. Hesitantly, he sat up... before he let out a breath when he realized there was no pain.
Luke was up and about in the next moment, hugging the silk sheets to himself as he tried to locate his clothes. Unfortunately, all he could find was a pile of neatly folded white clothes, and lifting them up revealed them to be reminiscent of that weird uniform Szayel always wore. He grimaced at it, but he was not about to go out anywhere - assuming he did leave the room - with just the sheet from the bed and nothing else. Reluctantly, he pulled the white uniform on, running his hands along the black trim, and feeling extremely out of place in something so plain.
Finally, he started toward the only door in the room, stopping just a few inches before it. He was not sure if he should go out... who only knew what awaited him in the mad scientist's lab? If he did not go out... well, what would Szayel do to him then? No; as long as he was in the madman's grasp, it would be better if he just cooperated until he could leave.
Screwing up his courage, Luke started out the door, following the narrow corridor until he came out to a massive room filled with all manner of fontech that he did not recognize. He could only stare as he carefully made his way into the room, trying to look everywhere at once as he moved. Despite the danger he was in, he could not help but be surprised by it all, nor could he help the mental image of Guy freaking out over all the machinery. He stopped at that, a sad smile coming to his face... before he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder.
"Fracción..."
Luke froze at the word, his heart hammering loudly in his chest as he fought back the urge to panic and run away as fast as he could... assuming he could break away from the hand that held him. Silence hung in the air, and all he could feel was Szayel behind him, so close that he could feel the slight rise and fall of his chest against his back. After a moment, the madman's other hand came to rest at his side, fingers trailing lightly down as he stiffened even more than he already was.
"Much better..." he purred in Luke's ear, and he swore he could feel his heart twist itself into a knot. Szayel's hand stopped on his hip, his lips ghosting against the lobe of his ear... before he finally let go, leaving Luke standing still in the middle of the lab.
It was a moment before Luke could even move, his breath flying out of him in a massive rush. After a moment he turned a glare to the scientist, forcing himself to return back to normal before storming after him.
"Just what the hell are you doing?!" he demanded, doing his best to try to look annoyed instead of scared out of his mind.
Szayel waved a hand as he approached his computer, absently tapping a few buttons. "I believe you humans refer to it as a 'compliment'."
Luke turned bright red. "I-I don't mean that! I mean this!" he exclaimed, pointing to the outfit. "I want my real clothes back, and then I'm leaving this creepy place!"
"Leaving? And how do you plan to do that?" Szayel replied mildly, sparing him a glance. "You are right in the middle of Las Noches, the palace of Hueco Mundo. You are surrounded by hundreds of thousands of hollow and arrancar that would just as soon have you as lunch than look at you." He turned back to his computer. "At least here you are safe."
"You? Safe? I don't think so," Luke hissed. "I gave you what you wanted, and that's it. You said nothing about keeping me here for... whatever the hell it is that goes through that twisted head of yours. I'm leaving."
With that, he whirled on his heel, the tails of his new coat smacking loudly against his legs as he stormed out of the nearest exit. Szayel did not move to stop him, instead waiting until the sound of Luke's pounding footsteps faded down the hallway, before tapping a few commands into his computer. A display lit up below the keyboard, one that lined the hallways leading to his laboratory from the center of the complex. A slow, cruel smile came to his face as he traced a line from the corridor Luke was in, directly to the center...
...and now he would wait...
~.oOOo.~
Leaving Szayel back there had been far too easy.
Walking down the corridor away from the lab had been far too easy.
Of course, because of how easy things had been, Luke was not entirely surprised to find himself standing before a whole mess of these arrancar psychos. He did not know if they were Espada or not, but it was not like it mattered; when they hit him, it still felt like a brick was being slammed against his body. What was worse, though, was that they were not fighting against him, they were fighting over him, shouts of, "I saw him first!" and, "You already had a meal!" coming over the ringing in his ears left from his head bouncing hard against a wall.
One of them grabbed him by his arm, wrenching him hard enough to dislocate his shoulder. Luke whimpered in pain, slipping from the creature’s grasp to land in a heap on the floor. Another jumped over him to tackle the creature that had injured him, while another grabbed him by his hair, yanking him up with a quick jerk. He cried out, struggling, his good arm flying back to hit the arrancar in the face... for all the good it did. The arrancar crinkled its nose, before slamming him back against the ground, making him land roughly on his injured shoulder.
Luke was not stupid enough to attempt getting back up after that, his vision swimming as he fought to remain conscious. He was going to die again... and this time, he had a feeling he would not be coming back to life as he had the last time. As the realization came to him, however, everything around him fell silent, except for the steady clack of approaching footsteps. He groaned softly, wishing someone would just kill him already and get it over with; he was not in the mood for whatever else this place could throw at him.
The footsteps came to a stop just before him, and Luke just squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to look...
"Who is responsible for this?"
...and then his eyes snapped back open at the familiar voice. Hesitantly, he craned his head up to see Szayel standing over him, his hands folded behind his back, and his serious gaze leveled on the arrancar that had been fighting over him. The creatures shuffled away, none of them speaking or even looking at the Espada.
"I see," Szayel continued mildly, resting a hand on his sword, "so he just mysteriously acquired his injuries. Humans are so frail after all."
Luke could not even see what happened next, as Szayel moved too quickly for his eyes to follow. One moment, the Espada was drawing his sword, the next he was being splattered with blood, a head rolling past him as the mad scientist dealt with all of the arrancar that had been assaulting him. Luke looked like he was going to be sick, trying to shuffle away and when that did not work, curling up on himself until the horrible splattering sounds died away.
Silence hung, before he could hear the clack of footsteps approaching him again. He could tell that Szayel was standing over him, but he did not dare to look up at the blood soaked scientist until he had crouched down beside him.
"Now, fracción, do you understand what I said?" he asked, sounding like a parent scolding a child for taking cookies from the cookie jar.
Luke shot him a venomous look. "I... I hate you..."
"I know," Szayel replied simply, before offering his hand to Luke. "Will you come back?"
He kept his hateful glare trained on the scientist, as if to say that he was only doing this because he did not have much other choice... before accepting his hand.
~.oOOo.~
Luke rested back against the examination table, red in the face and gasping for breath as he clutched at the arm that had previously been dislocated. Szayel merely sighed at the childish display, turning his back to him and fiddling with something that Luke could not see, before returning his attention to him while holding a small cup of some kind of strange liquid. It sloshed slightly as Szayel brought it to his lips, a sharp and foul smell stinging the redhead's nostrils as he jerked away.
"Ngh... no way..." he grumbled. "Stinks."
"Things that are good for your continued health often are foul," Szayel replied dryly, looking like he was about ready to pry Luke's lips open. Finally he sighed, downing the concoction himself... before grabbing Luke by his hair, forcing him into a kiss. The redhead let out a startled noise, only to find himself swallowing the foul smelling liquid. He gagged and sputtered, but Szayel held his lips over his, making sure he swallowed before he pulled away.
Luke jerked upright, furious. "You...!" he began, swinging an arm back to punch him, only to realize too late it was his bad arm. He whimpered softly, letting it drop back to the table as he clutched at it with his good arm. A wave of dizziness hit him in the next moment, and he would have pitched over if Szayel had not placed a hand on his chest.
"Unfortunately, they also come with foul side effects," he continued mildly as Luke swayed unsteadily, feeling himself growing hot. He whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes shut as everything swam around him, and then suddenly he could feel things shift around as Szayel grabbed him, lifting him up in his arms. Reluctantly, Luke clung to him, if only because it felt like he would fall into the abyss forever if he did not have something to hold onto.
After a moment of Szayel's steady footsteps, he felt himself being rested on something soft, no doubt the bed he had woken up on before. A shuffling noise came a moment later, and he cracked his eyes open just enough to see that Szayel was taking off his coat, before lying down beside him. Luke was about to snap at him to get the hell out (about as well as he could snap considering the world around him felt like one massive merry-go-round on drugs), when the scientist scooped him up, pressing his heated body against his cool chest. His protests came to a quick halt at that, shuddering slightly as Szayel held him there, using his own body to bring his temperature down.
"...bastard," Luke muttered after a moment, forcing himself to relax as best as he could.
"Your lack of ingenuity when it comes to 'insults' is appalling," Szayel replied, not sounding the least bit bothered. Luke just let out a grunt, absently burying his face against the madman's chest, letting the coolness keep his head from spinning around.
They stayed like that for a long time, Szayel's cool body keeping Luke's from becoming too overheated while the medicine did its work, helping to heal his aching shoulder and other injuries. Finally after what felt like hours, Luke opening his eyes, finding himself watching the steady rise and fall of Szayel's surprisingly unmarred chest. Absently, and perhaps still a little dazed from his injuries and the medication, he reached a hand up, bare fingers trailing lightly along his skin, almost curious. Szayel did not move, just watching his hand as it explored, fingers tracing lightly around a nipple, before the hand trailed down as Luke looked up, an almost ashamed look on his face.
The scientist merely smirked. "Looking for something, fracción?" he purred, getting Luke to turn a rather vivid shade of red.
"...your hole," he replied, and Szayel's expression almost fell, realizing that Luke was indeed being serious. "The other arrancar I've seen had it pretty visible."
"Other arrancar are of subpar intelligence and generally foolish," Szayel replied dryly.
"...it's in a weird place, isn't it?"
"That is for myself to know and you to preferably not discover."
There was a long pause, and Szayel did not have to be spiritually aware to sense that the gears were turning in Luke's head. Therefore, he was not entirely surprised when Luke's hand snapped out, grabbing the belt of his hakama and yanking it up to look.
"...wow, it is in a weird place..." he muttered as Szayel growled, smacking Luke's hand away sharply. The boy hissed, shaking his hand, though there was still a rather self satisfied smirk on his face. Szayel grabbed his wrist in response, turning them both over so that Luke was pinned underneath him. A panicked look appeared on his face at first, before he frowned up at him.
"What?" he asked, trying to make himself look braver than he obviously felt. "You're so damn insistent on keeping me here, you're just going to have to put up with me!"
There was a moment, before Szayel smirked. "Hm... I suppose that is a worthwhile price..."
Luke just kind of paused at that, eyes widening; he had been hoping being an insufferable twit would make Szayel kick him out, but obviously not. He sputtered slightly, at a loss for words, before he could finally get his mouth to cooperate enough to form actual words.
"What the... why are you so damn insistent on keeping me around?"
The smirk remained on Szayel's face as he hovered closer to him, lips just centimeters away from Luke's own.
"That is for myself to know and for you to enjoy..." he purred, sending a shudder though the redhead as he pressed himself back against the bed. Szayel raised an eyebrow at the reaction, amused. "Are you still afraid of me, fracción?"
"Terrified..." Luke admitted softly... before finally giving up trying to run away.
He pushed himself up, an arm wrapping around Szayel's bare back as he pressed himself close, his lips hesitantly meeting his. They trembled against his, and he could hear the scientist sigh, as if he was drinking in his fear, before Luke forced himself to press against him harder, squeezing his eyes shut as his stomach twisted itself into a painful knot. Szayel's arm came around him, bare skin still feeling cool as he pulled him closer. Unfortunately the movement upset one of his injuries, and Luke hissed, pulling away in pain.
The scientist gave him a concerned look, inspecting him with a critical eye, before resting him back against the bed delicately. He leaned over him, nibbling gently at his ear before pulling away slightly.
"Not now," he whispered softly, reaching up and placing a hand over Luke's eyes, gently guiding them closed. "Rest. Shall I give you something to help you sleep?"
Luke trembled beneath him, breath coming out in soft gasps as he forced himself to let go of him.
"P...please."
Szayel shifted, pressing his cool lips against Luke’s forehead, before getting up and leaving the room.
~.oOOo.~
Szayel stood with his hands folded behind his back, watching as the sedative he gave Luke lulled him off to a comfortable sleep. He waited until he was certain the boy was unconscious... before injecting him with the counter agent for the aphrodisiac he had given him before, a sinister smirk coming to his face. What a foolish creature; so easily manipulated into trusting others, even those he was afraid of. He was almost disappointed that his goal would be so easily realized...
After all, it was not every day he had the opportunity to corrupt innocence...