Bleach - [Alturo/Luppi] - 1Sentence - Gamma
Written for 1sentence. It took a little longer than expected.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Alturo Plateado/Luppi
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: R
Warning: Sex, blood, and spoilers.
#01 - Ring: They exchanged no rings or vows, aside from the curses of their first meeting and the bitemarks left on Alturo's neck.
#02 - Hero: Luppi grew up watching the backs of those he hated, lusting after their power; he never expected to look up at someone's back and feel a near sense of respect.
#03 - Memory: When Alturo remembers his birth, he remembers the pride that came with ripping off his mask and the emptiness of the world that surrounded him, far different from the faces of curious siblings as Luppi remembers.
#04 - Box: Alturo could sense the moment Luppi's eyes drifted to the new owner of his coveted six and was always more than willing to box his ears until those eyes returned to him.
#05 - Run: Luppi would come onto Alturo's mask some nights, just to watch it the drippy white mess slowly creep down the bone slope.
#06 - Hurricane: Between the hot air of Luppi's statements and Alturo's cold retorts, Gin would muse that a windstorm should be brimming somewhere.
#07 - Wings: Luppi had never seen wings of reiatsu until Alturo spread his in vengence.
#08 - Cold: The air of his home when he returned was cold, but not so cold as the fear its new leader struck in his heart.
#09 - Red: Some nights it was hard to tell their blood apart when it smeared sticky hot between them.
#10 - Drink: Luppi's cheeks were flushed in an almost perfect imitation of drunkenness that only broke when he seemed entirely too sober pressing the older arrancar into the mattress.
#11 - Midnight: When Alturo awoke, he found the smaller one still naked and curled against his chest and had to roll his eyes.
#12 - Temptation: The fabric seemed to weigh heaviest at Luppi's hips, the holes there giving more than a little temptation to anyone who looked his way.
#13 - View: "I like the view better from here," Luppi grinned darkly as he lowered himself to ride Alturo properly.
#14 - Music: Luppi had perfected his gasps and moans to the point where they were like music and when Alturo realized this, he simply changed the tempo.
#15 - Silk: The newly ranked sixth of the Espada's hierro was oddly soft, almost like silk; it was hardly a pity that it ripped like silk, too.
#16 - Cover: The challenge was whose cover would break first and neither would tell after the act was done.
#17 - Promise: 'I'll kill you for this,' but Alturo never kept those promises.
#18 - Dream: Luppi would have stars in his eyes when he talked about the Espada he hoped to join, ruined only by the cruel brightness that accompanied them when he explained exactly what he'd do to those Espada.
#19 - Candle: For an instant, Luppi's reiatsu flared, burning more brightly than ever before before it was completely blown out.
#20 - Talent: "I'll show you what else I can do with my Trepadora," he laughed in a manner too sweet to bode well for the other.
#21 - Silence: Alturo watched in silence, counting the times the other touched any of the other arrancar and comparing it to his own count.
#22 - Journey: When Alturo collapsed at Hueco Mundo, torn by the shinigami, the first hands that touched him were curiously tiny ones, covered in overlong sleeves.
#23 - Fire: Luppi curled against him for warmth, flakes of ice still caught in his hair, murmuring hateful words of how the little shinigami would pay for this brutality against him.
#24 - Strength: Luppi licked his lips as Aizen drew the former hollow to his knees and promised himself he'd do the same some day.
#25 - Mask: Like a princess' tiara or a beast's fangs, either description fit the arrancar perfectly, it hung delicately against his dark hair.
#26 - Ice: As the ice curled around him like a being all to itself, Luppi thought but of the fact that he couldn't die, not in such a pathetic, laughable way, especially if the other would find out.
#27 - Fall: Bitterness would glitter in the eyes of the terror that had broken the Soul Society whenever the smaller arrancar came to ogle him in his disgrace.
#28 - Forgotten: The blood was cleaned up with surprising efficiency, the seat returned to its former owner without pause, but the smaller Sexta was not so easily forgotten by all.
#29 - Dance: Swords skidded against each other with a passion neither could find in dancing.
#30 - Body: Scars marked each battle, each trial that Alturo faced and it took him time to learn that the scars he wrought on the smaller arrancar did not last quite as long.
#31 - Sacred: The spit the captive former self-made arrancar cast onto Luppi's cheek didn't have quite the effect he was hoping for.
#32 - Farewells: Alturo's fingers brushed along the crimson smear on the throne room's floor, but he didn't say goodbye.
#33 - World: Smaller fingers caught Alturo's larger hand as the projection of the world they had both lived in as humans appeared in the throne room, "I'll rule it someday, you know."
#34 - Formal: It was hard to retain the formality when Luppi ground against him, a constant, insatiable reminder of what they could be doing.
#35 - Fever: It became harder to explain the brightness that could tint his cheeks when the other settled on a ledge nearby, taking great care to catch his attention.
#36 - Laugh: Both liked it better when the other frowned, too unnerved of what might inspire the other to smile.
#37 - Lies: "You said this wouldn't hurt."
#38 - Forever: Grimmjow's laughter over the corpse made forever seem a lot shorter.
#39 - Overwhelmed: It was forever a contest, if not in the face of a fight than in the face of who lost control first.
#40 - Whisper: The whisper of Luppi's smaller form against the sheets let Alturo know exactly what the other was up to long before it happened, giving him time to press a foot against the hand that held the zanpakutou, "No."
#41 - Wait: One, two, three, paaaause, he'd know the sound of Luppi's idle footsteps when he was up to something anywhere.
#42 - Talk: Alturo liked it better with a hand to Luppi's mouth, the other's words of protest becoming a garbled mess against his palm.
#43 - Search: He found the ripped-apart remains next to a splash of dark red and overshadowed by an empty throne.
#44 - Hope: 'So, I can use Trepadora this time?', but the answer was always 'no'.
#45 - Eclipse: Alturo's eyes were so pale and empty that each emotion that crossed them was like an eclipse.
#46 - Gravity: Both of their falls were eventual, but Alturo would have preferred Luppi's happening first.
#47 - Highway: The lines were painted quite clearly, but neither of them were strangers to crossing them.
#48 - Unknown: A smaller hand tightened insistently on his own, "Let me show you how much it's changed since you were here last."
#49 - Lock: "So, are you ready now?" Luppi laughed, the grip of his tentacles tightening.
#50 - Breathe: He never really slept-- it was too close to what it had been like trapped in that prison --but he liked to close his eyes and listen to Luppi breathe.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Alturo Plateado/Luppi
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: R
Warning: Sex, blood, and spoilers.
#01 - Ring: They exchanged no rings or vows, aside from the curses of their first meeting and the bitemarks left on Alturo's neck.
#02 - Hero: Luppi grew up watching the backs of those he hated, lusting after their power; he never expected to look up at someone's back and feel a near sense of respect.
#03 - Memory: When Alturo remembers his birth, he remembers the pride that came with ripping off his mask and the emptiness of the world that surrounded him, far different from the faces of curious siblings as Luppi remembers.
#04 - Box: Alturo could sense the moment Luppi's eyes drifted to the new owner of his coveted six and was always more than willing to box his ears until those eyes returned to him.
#05 - Run: Luppi would come onto Alturo's mask some nights, just to watch it the drippy white mess slowly creep down the bone slope.
#06 - Hurricane: Between the hot air of Luppi's statements and Alturo's cold retorts, Gin would muse that a windstorm should be brimming somewhere.
#07 - Wings: Luppi had never seen wings of reiatsu until Alturo spread his in vengence.
#08 - Cold: The air of his home when he returned was cold, but not so cold as the fear its new leader struck in his heart.
#09 - Red: Some nights it was hard to tell their blood apart when it smeared sticky hot between them.
#10 - Drink: Luppi's cheeks were flushed in an almost perfect imitation of drunkenness that only broke when he seemed entirely too sober pressing the older arrancar into the mattress.
#11 - Midnight: When Alturo awoke, he found the smaller one still naked and curled against his chest and had to roll his eyes.
#12 - Temptation: The fabric seemed to weigh heaviest at Luppi's hips, the holes there giving more than a little temptation to anyone who looked his way.
#13 - View: "I like the view better from here," Luppi grinned darkly as he lowered himself to ride Alturo properly.
#14 - Music: Luppi had perfected his gasps and moans to the point where they were like music and when Alturo realized this, he simply changed the tempo.
#15 - Silk: The newly ranked sixth of the Espada's hierro was oddly soft, almost like silk; it was hardly a pity that it ripped like silk, too.
#16 - Cover: The challenge was whose cover would break first and neither would tell after the act was done.
#17 - Promise: 'I'll kill you for this,' but Alturo never kept those promises.
#18 - Dream: Luppi would have stars in his eyes when he talked about the Espada he hoped to join, ruined only by the cruel brightness that accompanied them when he explained exactly what he'd do to those Espada.
#19 - Candle: For an instant, Luppi's reiatsu flared, burning more brightly than ever before before it was completely blown out.
#20 - Talent: "I'll show you what else I can do with my Trepadora," he laughed in a manner too sweet to bode well for the other.
#21 - Silence: Alturo watched in silence, counting the times the other touched any of the other arrancar and comparing it to his own count.
#22 - Journey: When Alturo collapsed at Hueco Mundo, torn by the shinigami, the first hands that touched him were curiously tiny ones, covered in overlong sleeves.
#23 - Fire: Luppi curled against him for warmth, flakes of ice still caught in his hair, murmuring hateful words of how the little shinigami would pay for this brutality against him.
#24 - Strength: Luppi licked his lips as Aizen drew the former hollow to his knees and promised himself he'd do the same some day.
#25 - Mask: Like a princess' tiara or a beast's fangs, either description fit the arrancar perfectly, it hung delicately against his dark hair.
#26 - Ice: As the ice curled around him like a being all to itself, Luppi thought but of the fact that he couldn't die, not in such a pathetic, laughable way, especially if the other would find out.
#27 - Fall: Bitterness would glitter in the eyes of the terror that had broken the Soul Society whenever the smaller arrancar came to ogle him in his disgrace.
#28 - Forgotten: The blood was cleaned up with surprising efficiency, the seat returned to its former owner without pause, but the smaller Sexta was not so easily forgotten by all.
#29 - Dance: Swords skidded against each other with a passion neither could find in dancing.
#30 - Body: Scars marked each battle, each trial that Alturo faced and it took him time to learn that the scars he wrought on the smaller arrancar did not last quite as long.
#31 - Sacred: The spit the captive former self-made arrancar cast onto Luppi's cheek didn't have quite the effect he was hoping for.
#32 - Farewells: Alturo's fingers brushed along the crimson smear on the throne room's floor, but he didn't say goodbye.
#33 - World: Smaller fingers caught Alturo's larger hand as the projection of the world they had both lived in as humans appeared in the throne room, "I'll rule it someday, you know."
#34 - Formal: It was hard to retain the formality when Luppi ground against him, a constant, insatiable reminder of what they could be doing.
#35 - Fever: It became harder to explain the brightness that could tint his cheeks when the other settled on a ledge nearby, taking great care to catch his attention.
#36 - Laugh: Both liked it better when the other frowned, too unnerved of what might inspire the other to smile.
#37 - Lies: "You said this wouldn't hurt."
#38 - Forever: Grimmjow's laughter over the corpse made forever seem a lot shorter.
#39 - Overwhelmed: It was forever a contest, if not in the face of a fight than in the face of who lost control first.
#40 - Whisper: The whisper of Luppi's smaller form against the sheets let Alturo know exactly what the other was up to long before it happened, giving him time to press a foot against the hand that held the zanpakutou, "No."
#41 - Wait: One, two, three, paaaause, he'd know the sound of Luppi's idle footsteps when he was up to something anywhere.
#42 - Talk: Alturo liked it better with a hand to Luppi's mouth, the other's words of protest becoming a garbled mess against his palm.
#43 - Search: He found the ripped-apart remains next to a splash of dark red and overshadowed by an empty throne.
#44 - Hope: 'So, I can use Trepadora this time?', but the answer was always 'no'.
#45 - Eclipse: Alturo's eyes were so pale and empty that each emotion that crossed them was like an eclipse.
#46 - Gravity: Both of their falls were eventual, but Alturo would have preferred Luppi's happening first.
#47 - Highway: The lines were painted quite clearly, but neither of them were strangers to crossing them.
#48 - Unknown: A smaller hand tightened insistently on his own, "Let me show you how much it's changed since you were here last."
#49 - Lock: "So, are you ready now?" Luppi laughed, the grip of his tentacles tightening.
#50 - Breathe: He never really slept-- it was too close to what it had been like trapped in that prison --but he liked to close his eyes and listen to Luppi breathe.