I Hate You
I Hate You
Rating: NC-17; smut, disturbing imagery, manipulation.
Pairing: Szayel x Luke
Summary: Sequel to Break Your Mind; Luke knows he's a prisoner in Szayel's lab, and he slowly begins to realize that the madman owns him in more ways than one. Based on character relations between Luke (sacred_flamer) and Szayel (szayelgrantz).
He had kissed him.
He had wanted much more.
Luke curled up on himself after he woke up; trembling under the black silk covers of the bed he had been given, shocked and ashamed. Szayel scared him to no end, and had no real reason to keep holding onto him other than his own amusement as far as he could tell. What happened before just made everything even worse, and he thought he would be sick at how much he had desired the scientist at that moment.
Time passed by slowly, and finally he sighed, crawling out of the bed to assess himself. Other than the stiffness still in his shoulder, he seemed to be fine; no marks other than a slight bruise on his abdomen were left, and the soreness was gone as well. He sighed, a bit grateful, before realizing a change of clothes had been left for him again; and he was more than happy to shed his blood soaked clothes for clean ones, even if they were the same plane white and black as everyone else in this horrible place.
Hesitantly, he left the bedroom, walking down the hallway again to the main lab. Szayel was seated at his computer, fingers flying over the keyboard as he typed quickly. Luke paused a moment, not sure if he should bother him right now, but just as he was about to turn around and return to the room he could hear the chair scraping along the floor.
"Fracción," Szayel began, turning toward him. Luke stopped, taking a deep breath to steady himself, before facing him, "how are you feeling?"
"Better," he answered quickly, shifting on his feet. "Um... thanks."
Szayel nodded, turning back toward the computer a moment, before he paused, looking like he was considering something. Finally, he turned back around, standing up and approaching Luke, who took a reflexive step backward. The scientist reached out, grasping his shoulder and guiding him along, keeping him close despite how much the boy trembled beside him.
He finally let go of the redhead when they reached the back of the lab, where a dark haired arrancar was strapped to an operation table, a drip inserted in an arm keeping the man unconscious. Szayel stepped over to the other side of the table, wheeling over a small stand full of tools, before motioning for Luke to come closer.
"I need you to do something," Szayel began, grasping Luke by his wrist as he approached and guiding him over to stand before him. He took a scalpel from the stand, pressing it into the boy’s hand. "This is something that I cannot do directly. I will guide you through it, but you will need to do the majority of the work."
Luke held up the scalpel in his hands, the medical tool shaking as violently as his body was at the moment. He swallowed, moving to drop the tool, but Szayel's hand over his kept him from doing so. A faint sound of protest escaped from him, but the madman kept his hand over his, leaning close to his ear.
"Relax," he purred into his ear as he guided his hand over to the arrancar's bare stomach. "You can do this..."
Luke whimpered softly, his body trembling violently. Szayel positioned his hand properly, keeping his hand just over the redhead's, but letting go, not directly participating in the procedure as he said.
"Now," he murmured, "press in firmly, but not too deep. You do not want to sever internal organs."
A loud swallow escaped from him, his body continuing to shake, but somehow he managed to keep his hand still enough to do as Szayel instructed. Blood welled up around the scalpel as he pressed it into the arrancar's stomach, and Luke swore that he would faint at the sight.
"There," Szayel whispered, pressing a hand to his back to keep him steady. "Now, draw the scalpel down. I will tell you when to stop."
Luke felt detached as he did as Szayel instructed, like he was not really doing this, but instead dreaming that he was. Unfortunately, reality kept nagging in the back of his mind, letting him know that he was indeed doing this; that he was really cutting this creature open, stopping when Szayel told him to, making more cuts where the scientist wanted him to.
"Excellent," he complimented him, slipping the scalpel out of Luke's hand. "Now, reach in and pull the skin back."
Again, Luke did as he was told, even pinning the skin down to the operating table once he was handed the tools to do so. He gazed inside of the arrancar, amazed to see that his insides were not that different from what his own had looked like. After a moment, Szayel handed him a pair of gloves, motioning for him to put them on.
"Now," he began, "reach inside and grasp the base of the small intestine."
"H-here?" Luke asked, his voice wavering as he pointed to a small rope of darkened flesh.
"Yes," Szayel replied, watching him as his hands slipped inside, nodding in approval. "Now, pull up as hard as you can."
"P-pull?!" he exclaimed, turning back to him. "But..."
"Do it," Szayel ordered firmly.
Luke looked back to the arrancar's insides, taking a deep breath... before pulling up on the fleshy rope as hard as he could. The intestine came away far too easily, and something started to writhe and struggle from within, before a massive head suddenly popped out from the end he had pulled off. It was a disgusting skull-like head covered in blood and intestinal fluids; no eyes, but plenty of teeth that were currently snapping and snarling at Luke. He let out an alarmed noise, very well aware of the fact that Szayel had disappeared from behind him.
"Don't drop it!" the scientist shouted at him from the far wall. "Just hold onto it!"
"Hold onto it?!" Luke snapped back at him. "You're running away! Why would I hold onto it?!"
"Because it's harmless to humans!" Szayel snapped in return, before reaching up to adjust his glasses, calming himself. "Grasp it by the base of its skull and pull it out."
Luke looked back to the snarling, snapping thing, swallowing loudly, before grasping it by the back of the head like Szayel had said. The creature continued to snarl, but did not struggle as much, allowing him to pull it out of the intestine. It was very long, and he had to stretch up to get it all out; once it left the intestine, he could feel Szayel beside him again, holding out a jar for him to put it in. Luke carefully slipped it inside, holding onto it until the scientist was ready with the lid. As soon as he let go, the worm-like creature started to thrash again, but Szayel brought the lid down quickly, sealing it and making its struggles useless.
"Good work," he praised, nodding as he kept a careful eye on the creature. "Place the intestine back where it was, as well as the skin; his regeneration abilities will handle the rest."
Luke did so quickly, a strange feeling of relief settling over him as he returned the intestine back where it was. Just in case, he held it there until he could see threads of flesh fusing back together, before putting the skin back. As he settled the flaps back together, he felt Szayel's hand on his shoulder, his lips close to his ear.
"Congratulations, you saved a life today."
~.oOOo.~
Luke found himself sitting on his bed again, staring down at his hands. They had been cleaned off long ago, but he could still feel the blood and flesh beneath his fingers as he did as Szayel instructed; as he saved that man's life. He had never done anything like that before, and he did not imagine the scientist was capable of such a thing either... had he really just seen a side of Szayel that he did not think was there, or was it all a ploy to gain his trust?
He buried his fingers in his hair, trying to make sense of what had just happened, when he heard the door open. Luke did not bother to look up as the sound of Szayel's footsteps came into the room, and he felt him settle beside him a moment later, a hand coming to rest on his back.
"...why did you make me do that?" Luke asked softly.
"Because I could not," Szayel replied. "That creature is a parasite that feeds on Hollows; it could have burrowed into my body as soon as I touched it, and I would not have been able to nullify its effects. Had you not been here, all I could have done is kept the man comfortable."
"But you're not keeping me here for that reason," Luke stated. Szayel did not answer, but he did not need to; the answer was obvious. He blew out a frustrated breath, finally lifting his head to focus on the scientist. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I cannot give you an answer for that," Szayel replied, shuffling closer to him. Luke stiffened, not sure what to do. "I can tell you one fact, however."
"What?"
Szayel reached up, tilting his chin toward him. Luke hesitantly reached over, resting a hand lightly on his chest, feeling his fingers trembling against him. The scientist hovered close, his lips brushing against his as he spoke.
"That I could offer you a portal to your home," he whispered, "I could give you a place where you could go without any worry of my presence... and curiosity would keep you here."
Luke felt his heart stop in his chest, eyes widening. He wanted to deny it, to say that it would never be true... but deep in his heart he knew it was true; he wanted to know why the hell Szayel went through such an effort to torment him, to keep him close. He wanted to know what the hell made him so damn special that anyone would go through such pains to keep him. His fingers tightened on the scientist's jacket, trembling as he felt himself drawn closer, and not just in a physical sense...
"I hate you..." he whispered, before he closed the distance between the two of them, his lips crushing against his.
Szayel purred faintly, his other arm slipping around him and near pulling him onto his lap. A faint gasp escaped from Luke into the kiss, and he found himself quickly surrendering to the madman, his hand shifting so that he could work off his jacket. It came undone easily, and his slipped his hands inside, fingers brushing against the smooth skin underneath and drawing another purr out of the scientist.
It was a moment before they had to pull away, Luke gasping desperately for air as he clung to Szayel, shifting himself so he could bring himself closer, to touch whatever he could get his hands on. The scientist was not about to object, taking to opportunity to relieve the redhead of his own jacket, pulling him over so that their chests touched and drawing a gasp out of him. The gasp dissolved into a soft whimper, Luke's lips hovering close to his own as he fought with himself, trying to get his brain to work enough to get some kind of coherent words out.
"P-please, Szayel Aporro-sama..." he murmured as he felt Szayel's hands wander greedily. He shifted uncomfortably, gasping with need. "Please..."
The scientist growled faintly, pushing Luke onto the bed, his mouth attacking his chest as his hands wandered downward. His teeth bit and gnawed on whatever skin he could draw between them, faint wells of blood appearing from where he bit a little too hard as his hands groped at the arousal making itself known roughly. The redhead cried out and whimpered and pleaded with him; his back arced, trying to push himself closer to Szayel as tears fell from his eyes, though he had no idea if he was crying because he was afraid or because he was enjoying himself as much as he was.
Szayel shifted up, his tongue slipping out to lap up the tears on his face as his hands shifted to his belt, loosening it enough that he could push his pants down. Luke's hips came up in response as he reached up, threading his fingers through the scientist's pink hair as his pants slipped down his legs. He whimpered as Szayel's wandering tongue came close to his mouth again, and he wrapped his lips around it, drawing him into another breath taking kiss. The scientist growled, practically devouring the boy's mouth as he forced his own pants down, clearly just as anxious as he was.
"Please..." Luke whimpered again when they had to part, breathless. Szayel scooped him up in his arms, bringing them both into a sitting position.
"Look at me, fracción," he murmured, keeping his erection just a breadth away from Luke's entrance. The boy whimpered, gripping onto his hair as he tried to focus on his face. "You belong to me, and only me. You will only answer to me. You will only do as I say. You are mine."
"Yes, Szayel Aporro-sama..." Luke breathed.
Szayel brought him down swiftly at that, Luke's back arcing as his threw his head back, a scream ripping from his throat. The scientist growled, digging his fingers into his hips as he held him there, waiting for as long as his patience could allow for the boy to adjust. Luke clearly did not want to wait; he started rocking against him almost immediately, a faint cry escaping from him as he buried his face into Szayel's shoulder, gasping softly for breath.
"Not so strange a place now, is it, fracción?" the scientist breathed in his ear.
"Hn..." Luke murmured, his grip on him tightening as he rocked down on him hard, soft whimpers falling from his mouth. Szayel growled again, his own grip tightening enough to leave a bruise as he attempted to force the redhead into a steadier pace, but he would have none of that. Need, fear, and desperation rolled off of Luke in delicious waves, plunging himself down harder and harder and driving the Espada insane - like someone was dangling a slab of bloody meat above the water, hoping to bait a shark.
Szayel managed to release one hand from Luke's hip, bringing it up to his short red hair. He slipped his fingers through it, before pulling his head back sharply. The boy whimpered softly at the yank, green eyes darkened with lust trying desperately to focus on his master's face. He did not give him much of a chance, forcing Luke into another crushing kiss, drawing out some of his delicious soul as he did so. A faint sound of protest escaped from him, and his thrusts slowed as he grew weaker.
The scientist stopped himself somehow, pulling away before he drained the boy too much, but Luke's grip on him tightened as he tried to pull back. He settled his insane pace to an unsteady rock, his dark eyes boring into Szayel's.
"Want... want you..." he gasped, struggling to speak properly amidst the daze from the sex and having part of his soul taken. "You take... from me... you better... give something back."
Szayel stared at him for a long moment, the only sign of his surprise at the demand being a slight rising of an eyebrow. Finally, he shoved Luke down onto the mattress, thrusting into him hard. He raised his fingers as the boy screamed, pressing lightly against his chin in a silent command for him to keep his mouth open, before leaning close, continuing to thrust into him hard. As Luke screamed again, Szayel exhaled softly, something slipping from his mouth into the boy's. His scream cut off short, a strange mix of shock and awe coming to his face as the silvery-pink thread of Szayel's own soul slipped down his throat, boring into his body. The scientist cut it off quickly, not willing to give him too much, but it was enough.
Luke's breath picked up as he laid there in some semblance of shock, barely aware of Szayel continuing to thrust into his body. For a moment, everything came alive; he could hear anything, feel anything, knew what each little thing around him was, how small it was, what it could do. The sensations that ran through his body did not just stop at his own insignificant flesh, but extended outward, through Szayel, out into the very air around them. For that moment, he caught a glimpse of perfection... and then everything came crashing down into reality as the intensity brought him over the edge, screaming the mad scientist's name as he came.
It felt like ages that Luke just laid there, Szayel hovering over him, shaking as he slowly rocked to a stop, coming down from his own release. The boy's head lulled to the side, staring up at him as he fought to get his breath back, reaching up a shaking hand to rest against the Espada's cheek. Szayel paused at the affectionate gesture, and it was a moment before he placed his own hand over his, a self assured smirk coming to his face.
"Are you still afraid of me, fracción?"
Luke blinked up at him, pondering how to respond. He was feeling a lot of things right now, a lot of amazing things... but fear?
The brief moment passed... and Luke smiled.
"No, Szayel Aporro-sama."
Rating: NC-17; smut, disturbing imagery, manipulation.
Pairing: Szayel x Luke
Summary: Sequel to Break Your Mind; Luke knows he's a prisoner in Szayel's lab, and he slowly begins to realize that the madman owns him in more ways than one. Based on character relations between Luke (sacred_flamer) and Szayel (szayelgrantz).
He had kissed him.
He had wanted much more.
Luke curled up on himself after he woke up; trembling under the black silk covers of the bed he had been given, shocked and ashamed. Szayel scared him to no end, and had no real reason to keep holding onto him other than his own amusement as far as he could tell. What happened before just made everything even worse, and he thought he would be sick at how much he had desired the scientist at that moment.
Time passed by slowly, and finally he sighed, crawling out of the bed to assess himself. Other than the stiffness still in his shoulder, he seemed to be fine; no marks other than a slight bruise on his abdomen were left, and the soreness was gone as well. He sighed, a bit grateful, before realizing a change of clothes had been left for him again; and he was more than happy to shed his blood soaked clothes for clean ones, even if they were the same plane white and black as everyone else in this horrible place.
Hesitantly, he left the bedroom, walking down the hallway again to the main lab. Szayel was seated at his computer, fingers flying over the keyboard as he typed quickly. Luke paused a moment, not sure if he should bother him right now, but just as he was about to turn around and return to the room he could hear the chair scraping along the floor.
"Fracción," Szayel began, turning toward him. Luke stopped, taking a deep breath to steady himself, before facing him, "how are you feeling?"
"Better," he answered quickly, shifting on his feet. "Um... thanks."
Szayel nodded, turning back toward the computer a moment, before he paused, looking like he was considering something. Finally, he turned back around, standing up and approaching Luke, who took a reflexive step backward. The scientist reached out, grasping his shoulder and guiding him along, keeping him close despite how much the boy trembled beside him.
He finally let go of the redhead when they reached the back of the lab, where a dark haired arrancar was strapped to an operation table, a drip inserted in an arm keeping the man unconscious. Szayel stepped over to the other side of the table, wheeling over a small stand full of tools, before motioning for Luke to come closer.
"I need you to do something," Szayel began, grasping Luke by his wrist as he approached and guiding him over to stand before him. He took a scalpel from the stand, pressing it into the boy’s hand. "This is something that I cannot do directly. I will guide you through it, but you will need to do the majority of the work."
Luke held up the scalpel in his hands, the medical tool shaking as violently as his body was at the moment. He swallowed, moving to drop the tool, but Szayel's hand over his kept him from doing so. A faint sound of protest escaped from him, but the madman kept his hand over his, leaning close to his ear.
"Relax," he purred into his ear as he guided his hand over to the arrancar's bare stomach. "You can do this..."
Luke whimpered softly, his body trembling violently. Szayel positioned his hand properly, keeping his hand just over the redhead's, but letting go, not directly participating in the procedure as he said.
"Now," he murmured, "press in firmly, but not too deep. You do not want to sever internal organs."
A loud swallow escaped from him, his body continuing to shake, but somehow he managed to keep his hand still enough to do as Szayel instructed. Blood welled up around the scalpel as he pressed it into the arrancar's stomach, and Luke swore that he would faint at the sight.
"There," Szayel whispered, pressing a hand to his back to keep him steady. "Now, draw the scalpel down. I will tell you when to stop."
Luke felt detached as he did as Szayel instructed, like he was not really doing this, but instead dreaming that he was. Unfortunately, reality kept nagging in the back of his mind, letting him know that he was indeed doing this; that he was really cutting this creature open, stopping when Szayel told him to, making more cuts where the scientist wanted him to.
"Excellent," he complimented him, slipping the scalpel out of Luke's hand. "Now, reach in and pull the skin back."
Again, Luke did as he was told, even pinning the skin down to the operating table once he was handed the tools to do so. He gazed inside of the arrancar, amazed to see that his insides were not that different from what his own had looked like. After a moment, Szayel handed him a pair of gloves, motioning for him to put them on.
"Now," he began, "reach inside and grasp the base of the small intestine."
"H-here?" Luke asked, his voice wavering as he pointed to a small rope of darkened flesh.
"Yes," Szayel replied, watching him as his hands slipped inside, nodding in approval. "Now, pull up as hard as you can."
"P-pull?!" he exclaimed, turning back to him. "But..."
"Do it," Szayel ordered firmly.
Luke looked back to the arrancar's insides, taking a deep breath... before pulling up on the fleshy rope as hard as he could. The intestine came away far too easily, and something started to writhe and struggle from within, before a massive head suddenly popped out from the end he had pulled off. It was a disgusting skull-like head covered in blood and intestinal fluids; no eyes, but plenty of teeth that were currently snapping and snarling at Luke. He let out an alarmed noise, very well aware of the fact that Szayel had disappeared from behind him.
"Don't drop it!" the scientist shouted at him from the far wall. "Just hold onto it!"
"Hold onto it?!" Luke snapped back at him. "You're running away! Why would I hold onto it?!"
"Because it's harmless to humans!" Szayel snapped in return, before reaching up to adjust his glasses, calming himself. "Grasp it by the base of its skull and pull it out."
Luke looked back to the snarling, snapping thing, swallowing loudly, before grasping it by the back of the head like Szayel had said. The creature continued to snarl, but did not struggle as much, allowing him to pull it out of the intestine. It was very long, and he had to stretch up to get it all out; once it left the intestine, he could feel Szayel beside him again, holding out a jar for him to put it in. Luke carefully slipped it inside, holding onto it until the scientist was ready with the lid. As soon as he let go, the worm-like creature started to thrash again, but Szayel brought the lid down quickly, sealing it and making its struggles useless.
"Good work," he praised, nodding as he kept a careful eye on the creature. "Place the intestine back where it was, as well as the skin; his regeneration abilities will handle the rest."
Luke did so quickly, a strange feeling of relief settling over him as he returned the intestine back where it was. Just in case, he held it there until he could see threads of flesh fusing back together, before putting the skin back. As he settled the flaps back together, he felt Szayel's hand on his shoulder, his lips close to his ear.
"Congratulations, you saved a life today."
~.oOOo.~
Luke found himself sitting on his bed again, staring down at his hands. They had been cleaned off long ago, but he could still feel the blood and flesh beneath his fingers as he did as Szayel instructed; as he saved that man's life. He had never done anything like that before, and he did not imagine the scientist was capable of such a thing either... had he really just seen a side of Szayel that he did not think was there, or was it all a ploy to gain his trust?
He buried his fingers in his hair, trying to make sense of what had just happened, when he heard the door open. Luke did not bother to look up as the sound of Szayel's footsteps came into the room, and he felt him settle beside him a moment later, a hand coming to rest on his back.
"...why did you make me do that?" Luke asked softly.
"Because I could not," Szayel replied. "That creature is a parasite that feeds on Hollows; it could have burrowed into my body as soon as I touched it, and I would not have been able to nullify its effects. Had you not been here, all I could have done is kept the man comfortable."
"But you're not keeping me here for that reason," Luke stated. Szayel did not answer, but he did not need to; the answer was obvious. He blew out a frustrated breath, finally lifting his head to focus on the scientist. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I cannot give you an answer for that," Szayel replied, shuffling closer to him. Luke stiffened, not sure what to do. "I can tell you one fact, however."
"What?"
Szayel reached up, tilting his chin toward him. Luke hesitantly reached over, resting a hand lightly on his chest, feeling his fingers trembling against him. The scientist hovered close, his lips brushing against his as he spoke.
"That I could offer you a portal to your home," he whispered, "I could give you a place where you could go without any worry of my presence... and curiosity would keep you here."
Luke felt his heart stop in his chest, eyes widening. He wanted to deny it, to say that it would never be true... but deep in his heart he knew it was true; he wanted to know why the hell Szayel went through such an effort to torment him, to keep him close. He wanted to know what the hell made him so damn special that anyone would go through such pains to keep him. His fingers tightened on the scientist's jacket, trembling as he felt himself drawn closer, and not just in a physical sense...
"I hate you..." he whispered, before he closed the distance between the two of them, his lips crushing against his.
Szayel purred faintly, his other arm slipping around him and near pulling him onto his lap. A faint gasp escaped from Luke into the kiss, and he found himself quickly surrendering to the madman, his hand shifting so that he could work off his jacket. It came undone easily, and his slipped his hands inside, fingers brushing against the smooth skin underneath and drawing another purr out of the scientist.
It was a moment before they had to pull away, Luke gasping desperately for air as he clung to Szayel, shifting himself so he could bring himself closer, to touch whatever he could get his hands on. The scientist was not about to object, taking to opportunity to relieve the redhead of his own jacket, pulling him over so that their chests touched and drawing a gasp out of him. The gasp dissolved into a soft whimper, Luke's lips hovering close to his own as he fought with himself, trying to get his brain to work enough to get some kind of coherent words out.
"P-please, Szayel Aporro-sama..." he murmured as he felt Szayel's hands wander greedily. He shifted uncomfortably, gasping with need. "Please..."
The scientist growled faintly, pushing Luke onto the bed, his mouth attacking his chest as his hands wandered downward. His teeth bit and gnawed on whatever skin he could draw between them, faint wells of blood appearing from where he bit a little too hard as his hands groped at the arousal making itself known roughly. The redhead cried out and whimpered and pleaded with him; his back arced, trying to push himself closer to Szayel as tears fell from his eyes, though he had no idea if he was crying because he was afraid or because he was enjoying himself as much as he was.
Szayel shifted up, his tongue slipping out to lap up the tears on his face as his hands shifted to his belt, loosening it enough that he could push his pants down. Luke's hips came up in response as he reached up, threading his fingers through the scientist's pink hair as his pants slipped down his legs. He whimpered as Szayel's wandering tongue came close to his mouth again, and he wrapped his lips around it, drawing him into another breath taking kiss. The scientist growled, practically devouring the boy's mouth as he forced his own pants down, clearly just as anxious as he was.
"Please..." Luke whimpered again when they had to part, breathless. Szayel scooped him up in his arms, bringing them both into a sitting position.
"Look at me, fracción," he murmured, keeping his erection just a breadth away from Luke's entrance. The boy whimpered, gripping onto his hair as he tried to focus on his face. "You belong to me, and only me. You will only answer to me. You will only do as I say. You are mine."
"Yes, Szayel Aporro-sama..." Luke breathed.
Szayel brought him down swiftly at that, Luke's back arcing as his threw his head back, a scream ripping from his throat. The scientist growled, digging his fingers into his hips as he held him there, waiting for as long as his patience could allow for the boy to adjust. Luke clearly did not want to wait; he started rocking against him almost immediately, a faint cry escaping from him as he buried his face into Szayel's shoulder, gasping softly for breath.
"Not so strange a place now, is it, fracción?" the scientist breathed in his ear.
"Hn..." Luke murmured, his grip on him tightening as he rocked down on him hard, soft whimpers falling from his mouth. Szayel growled again, his own grip tightening enough to leave a bruise as he attempted to force the redhead into a steadier pace, but he would have none of that. Need, fear, and desperation rolled off of Luke in delicious waves, plunging himself down harder and harder and driving the Espada insane - like someone was dangling a slab of bloody meat above the water, hoping to bait a shark.
Szayel managed to release one hand from Luke's hip, bringing it up to his short red hair. He slipped his fingers through it, before pulling his head back sharply. The boy whimpered softly at the yank, green eyes darkened with lust trying desperately to focus on his master's face. He did not give him much of a chance, forcing Luke into another crushing kiss, drawing out some of his delicious soul as he did so. A faint sound of protest escaped from him, and his thrusts slowed as he grew weaker.
The scientist stopped himself somehow, pulling away before he drained the boy too much, but Luke's grip on him tightened as he tried to pull back. He settled his insane pace to an unsteady rock, his dark eyes boring into Szayel's.
"Want... want you..." he gasped, struggling to speak properly amidst the daze from the sex and having part of his soul taken. "You take... from me... you better... give something back."
Szayel stared at him for a long moment, the only sign of his surprise at the demand being a slight rising of an eyebrow. Finally, he shoved Luke down onto the mattress, thrusting into him hard. He raised his fingers as the boy screamed, pressing lightly against his chin in a silent command for him to keep his mouth open, before leaning close, continuing to thrust into him hard. As Luke screamed again, Szayel exhaled softly, something slipping from his mouth into the boy's. His scream cut off short, a strange mix of shock and awe coming to his face as the silvery-pink thread of Szayel's own soul slipped down his throat, boring into his body. The scientist cut it off quickly, not willing to give him too much, but it was enough.
Luke's breath picked up as he laid there in some semblance of shock, barely aware of Szayel continuing to thrust into his body. For a moment, everything came alive; he could hear anything, feel anything, knew what each little thing around him was, how small it was, what it could do. The sensations that ran through his body did not just stop at his own insignificant flesh, but extended outward, through Szayel, out into the very air around them. For that moment, he caught a glimpse of perfection... and then everything came crashing down into reality as the intensity brought him over the edge, screaming the mad scientist's name as he came.
It felt like ages that Luke just laid there, Szayel hovering over him, shaking as he slowly rocked to a stop, coming down from his own release. The boy's head lulled to the side, staring up at him as he fought to get his breath back, reaching up a shaking hand to rest against the Espada's cheek. Szayel paused at the affectionate gesture, and it was a moment before he placed his own hand over his, a self assured smirk coming to his face.
"Are you still afraid of me, fracción?"
Luke blinked up at him, pondering how to respond. He was feeling a lot of things right now, a lot of amazing things... but fear?
The brief moment passed... and Luke smiled.
"No, Szayel Aporro-sama."