Finally I've managed to upload a Nnoinel Story! i love this pairing !
This story will take place in both Hueco Mundo and Human World ! I try to maintain their personalities especially Nnoitra's but it i doubt its up to the standard so, my apologies in advance for the OCC - ness! I know these situations are unlikely but after looking at some Honey Canon art between these two, there just seems to be so much chemistry between them ! So yea, must say that there are not enough Nnoinel Fanfics out there !

Anyways, I will stop my blab-erring here

Disclaimer: I will never have rights over them no matter how much i want to :(

The illuminations throughout the small room were provided by the moon through barred window. During cold nights such as this, the residents in Las Noches; both Espada and Arrancar alike,
seeks comfort in their own room, decline any means of stepping out of their own dorm. However, that is not the plan for our favorite lanky-battle-lusting Espada.

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Nnoitra hovered over Nel's exposed body under him as she lay on the bed in her bedroom. Both of his hands wrapped around her little wrist and held above her head as she lay motionlessly, without fear or anxiousness; her eyes bearing no emotion he had wish to find.
His little midnight surprise attack did nothing to stir any emotion except annoyance within her. Yes, she was startled to find him lurking in her room; quite annoyed at that but decided not to make a fuss out of it, very well knowing that it would disturb her neighboring dorm-mate whom; under no circumstances would excuse anyone who disrupts her rest.
The thought of struggling had already long vanished as she know she was no match for him when it comes to physical contact. Knowing him, he would leave after he got what he wanted; an admitted defeat.
Nnoitra flashed his infamous smirk, showing his brick like teeth,
"So, the high and mighty tres espada is put below a man where she belongs. After all those times a outdone me in the battleground, I shall enjoy this victory I held over ya, princess-s" Nel manage looked away from his gaze, trying to ignore the mockery in his voice.
"Hn."' was her only reply. She's too tired to give a damn yet somehow manages to evoke agitation in him.

'Damn bitch couldn't give a shit!..Tch, she asked for it.'

He leaned closer to her; his hot breath traveled down her neck as he whispered in softly with a hint of smirk into her ears
"I will enjoy this." This caught her attention as she snapped back and tried to retaliate by shaking her head; she turned her head and looked directly at him; his violet eye she knew well of and familiar with, felt very different this time. Something's not right.

They've came close to contact like this many times, mostly during the battle between them. They were sweat filled and covered in blood. Her Gamuza and his Santa Teresa would come in contact each time with speed and force. Both rival would be panting and inhaling as much air as they could muster. There would be times where their face would be only few inches away from each other in order to put some pressure onto the blade, yet only to be thrown off again. That violet orb would usually be filled with determination, passion, anger & rage, confidence and of course: blood-lust.

But this time...this time is different. His eyes was filled but with a different aura. Determination? yes. Passion? a little. Anger? Why should he since he's having the upper hand now? Confidence? Full of it...Lust..?

Yes. But not the usual 'lust'. Something she never seen in his eyes. She doesn't understand. Bloodlust for him would always be there. Never have once, had she not seen him crave for the blood of an enemy. Now that she is that close to him, shouldn't that be the main priority?

Too long had she let her mind wonder, she hadn't even notice how he slowly licked his lip and drew out his tongue. His tongue was long compared to average soul, just like his body length was not 'normal' either.
It was not until when his tongue came in contact with the skin on her neck did she snapped out of it.

"Nnoitra." This is just like her; even in time of panic, she would never raise her voice and remain composed and just easily dismiss him. In his presence, her face would only be nonchalant, expressionless, or just plain stoic. On some occasion, she will show great annoyance towards him, yet when he observe her in the shadow or afar, she will always show a bright smile that holds kindness, compassion, understanding or even, loving whenever she speaks with that lowly servant of hers. Loving; something they should never show. Something she shouldn't be yet capable of.
Something she never show him. Even with his best effort, he had alway fail to gain any alarming expression from her apart from annoyance. This pisses him off; his theory compiled of her not deeming him worthy enough to show any feelings towards him. Oh, If only he knew how wrong he was.
"What on Hueco Mundo do you think you're doing, Nnoitra?"
Again with her lack of expression; even her voice remain neutral.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he said as he allowed his tongue travel up; licking her cheeks.

"You're licking me." She said, raising one of her perfectly arched eyebrow.

"God, is she that dense? Isn't it during times like these, she is meant to be struggling or calling for help? Isn't this classified as sexual advances..?"

"I'm cleaning ya up, Princess-s; while I get ya ready for...a little something." His tongue continued to trail down towards her neck along with his warm breath. The hair around the back of her neck felt as if it was prickling her skin. She tries to maintain her nonchalant facade as Nnoitra continues his amusement."Stop fooling around Jiruga. I'm tired and I need my sleep. Not in the mood for your game." This situation is getting weirder by the minute. She tried to break herself out of his grasp.

When she addresses him with his last name, it marks the beginning of her annoyance toward him and usually, he would sulk, curse any profanities and names he could think of from the top of his head and walk away; however tonight, he decided to go beyond the boundary. His smirked lingered on, telling her he is not going to do what she asked. Nel mustered all her strength to shook him off, but he wasn't moved an inch. She is third for her quick thinking, reflexes and speed on the battlefield, but physical strength and out of battle logic is not something she is known for. to lick and nibble her ear, knowing it will give her a strong sensation. It did.

Nelliel flinched and gasped. A smirk crept upon Nnoitra's lip; she blushed as she realized that her reaction was exactly what Nnoitra wanted.

"Heh. Ya cant deny what your body wants,Princess-s. Ya can't control yourself. No women can. So easily controlled, you are Princess-s. What makes you think you're better than me, huh? I don't care if you're Tricera. Your lack of controls shows your inferiority toward me." The level of smugness in his voice were unbearable for Nel.

That is what she hates the most. She doesn't hate him. She hates his attitude. This sexist beast. He would never see her as an equal even if it's the truth. Denial.
His attitude and sexist way held him down. If only he would see and acknowledge that he is not all that great.
Hearing this, Nelliel couldn't suppress her annoyance against him.

No. This has to stop.

She is inferior? Maybe when she was a human; but not now. No, he needs to see reality and see it now. She's been putting up with his arrogant ways for too long.

Nelliel flashed him her sweetest smile, the one he always sees when shes around her fracciones brothers. The one the somehow twist his stomachs in a good or bad way, hes not sure. The one that makes his 'heart' (or the place that should have been a heart) flutter and burns at the same time. The smile he secretly wants her to show him only. That smile she has now.

Octava froze.

'Chance'

Instead of trying to release his hands around her wrist, she wraps her legs around his waist and with that, she managed to pushed herself against him. Nnoitra fell on his back and brought her along which got her sitting on top of him. Because he was caught off guard, she now holds the upper hand over him; however, Nnoitra held onto her wrist. Nnoitra's eye(s) widen as he realize the position they are in. His body is caught in between her delicious 'honey' thigh as she sat directly over the 'bulge' that she didn't know was there because of his large 'poofy' hakama. But it is apparent to her now.

To be honest, Nelliel wasn't predicting this. Oh no. This, is far beyond what she could comprehend. Yes, she knows that Nnoitra has a fascination with her smile. Honestly, who is not going to realize a man who is around or more than 7ft tall, hiding behind a pillar? Or how he his mood seems to foul immensely whenever Gin tells her about some unusual or funny facts he observed on the other Espada at the end of every gathering?

Sexism or male dominance is not the main problem he has with her. No. This seems to run much deeper than that. Whatever it is, she can't back away now. She has to keep this going or else he'll never live this down. If this was any other person or if she is by herself, the thought of this would get her blood rushing to her face and get her blushing madly. But yet, her prideful self kept her outer act in check.

Nelliel lowers herself until there's only an inch apart between their face. She leans forward; with her breast resting against his chest and whispered softly into his ear. "Lack of control am I?", and looked straight at him in the eyes; she did the first thing that came to mind to prove her point.

Nelliel rolled her hips against him.

His eyes shuts from the pleasure and adrenaline as a suppressed hiss escaped his lips.

Nelliel smirked a smirk that would make him proud if his eyes hadn't been closed. She leaned forward again and this time, her lips brushed against his ear.

"But this showed otherwise, Nnoi."

His eye(s) flashed opened and snapped.

The night is young. The fun is just begining...