I own nothing. More NnoiTes fluff.

"Tesla?" Nnoitra asked, as he walked into the bedroom that morning. Tesla was still half-asleep, and when the Spoon had left the bed, he had curled into the warm, Spoony-sceneted spot left behind. "Yes. Nnoitra-sama?" He asked blearily. "Have you seen my socks?"

"No."

"Damnit." Nnoitra muttered, shuffling his Spoony arse out the door again. An hour later, he came back into the room. During this time, Tesla had somehow squirmed around in his sleep, leaving everything below his knees out of the blankets. With a mild blast of shock, Nnoitra realized that Tesla was wearing a pair of his socks. So much for not seeing them.

Mildly annoyed, he prodded his fraccion in the back, causing him to jump up with a start. "Tesla. Why are you wearing my socks?"

"I'm not, Nnoitra-sama." the blonde said, as he attempted to shift so that his guilty feet were once again under the blankets. A rather Spoony sigh could be heard through the room. "If you wanted to wear my socks, you could have just asked."

"Sorry."

"Why do you even want to wear them, anyways?"

"Because they smell like you."

Nnoitra was forced to stop and think about this. His fraccion was laying here, telling him that the reason he wore his socks was because they smelled like him. But he knew from personal experience that his socks smelled nothing like himself. They smelled like his stink Spoon feet. "Tes, if you want to wear my socks, then you should just say so."

"Really, Nnoitra-sama?"

"Yes."

"Yay! The rest of your socks are in my nightstand, second drawer."

Nnoitra rolled his eye, before he pecked the other man on the lips. Honestly, what would he do without the adorable little piglet?

A/N:When I refer to Tesla as a piglet, it's referring to his release form.