Break and Bind

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter contains a lemon; if you don't want to read it, I've marked where the lemon begins and ends.

Additional note: This lemon alone took me months to plan; I originally wasn't planning to write any sex scenes and just hint at it, but I decided in the end to do it using several M-fics as guidelines because I didn't have a clue what to write. I hope I captured the scene to your liking (it was incredibly difficult to write).

"That voice that pierces deep in my heart is just like cheers that will not end"

"I love you Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez"

Chapter 14: Bind

Grimmjow's jaw dropped open. For a few minutes, he couldn't move. Pantera fell with a clatter from his limp hands and he stared at Anza with wide eyes.

"Fuck."

Anza gave a watery chuckle. The purple shadow from around her eyes was wiped away as she rubbed her eyes and face dry. She forced herself to a standing position and approached him. "You're the only man I know who'd ever say 'fuck' when a woman tells you she loves you." Her voice was a bit hoarse from crying but she sounded amused all the same.

"I wanna show you something," she told him quietly, her eyes locked on his. Slowly, she started to untie her kosode, the black outer kimono all Shinigami wore.

She's stripping? he thought immediately. No, if she was giving' me a show, she wouldn't look so depressed…

Anza loosely retied the himo belt that held up her hakama and then let the black kosode and white shitagi robes slide off her shoulders. She unceremoniously pulled off the lacy purple tank top she wore underneath.

Grimmjow's brows furrowed as his eyes frantically searched her upper chest.

"Where the hell's your Hollow hole?"

She looked almost nervous when she replied, "It closed up."

"That can happen?"

She nodded. "It's really rare, though. And it can only happen when a Hollow or Arrancar is able to find something that'll fill the void — literally. Something that heals the pain and hurt and whatever's missing that caused the Hollow transformation."

"So…ya got yourself fixed, huh?" he asked bitterly, not even bothering to keep the resentment out of his voice. He felt betrayed that she hadn't told him sooner — Like in fuckin' Hueco Mundo — and the fact that they weren't even part of the same fuckin' race!

"What 'filled the void'?" he asked sullenly.

Tentatively she placed a hand on top of his, which he only realized now, was out in a tightly-clenched fist. Instinctively, he relaxed.

"You."

His eyes widened. "Me?"

How the fuck did I fill her Hollow hole?

Anza nodded and gave him a shy smile. He'd never seen this side of her before. "Because of you, Grimmjow. The way you make me feel…"

How I make her…feel?

He stepped towards her so his chest touched the black lace fabric of her bra. His gaze dropped for a moment to the enticing roundness of her breasts, but this time he looked back up at her face. "How do I…make you feel?"

Anza preoccupied herself with straightening his white jacket. Her light but firm tugs on the material occasionally brought her skin into brief contact with his, and every time it happened, Grimmjow felt his non-existent heart skip a beat.

"Like…I'm just a regular person," she answered, speaking to his chest. She wouldn't look him in the eye. "Like I'm normal. Like I'm not just some… ranked soldier, not an Espada, not an Arrancar, or Hollow, not a Shinigami" — instinctively he jerked — "or anything else. Just me."

"And that makes you happy?" he retorted sceptically.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer to her. "Uh-huh," she breathed. His lips tingled…

He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her.

Damn. It felt good claiming what was his.

He worked his fingers into her violet hair and started to pull out the pins that held her updo in place. She started to struggle against him, but he tightened his grip on her and she stopped immediately. He chuckled to himself at that. It was rare that Anza submitted to him like that; both of them liked being in control, and when they started getting it on, it usually ended in a fight. Which was fine. He liked rough sex anyways.

Pride and satisfaction welled up in him as he ripped out pins and clips from her hair. At that moment, he felt like he was king of the world. And he was by no means gentle with her.

All of the sudden, Anza drew back. Her hair, wild now, curled and fanned out at random angles, giving her a sort of half-mane. She looked more like the tigress he knew she was. And it was really starting to turn him on.

His hands dropped to her waist, shackling her curvy hips in a tight grip.

Her eyes shot to his. He could tell by her expression that she knew exactly what was coming. And from the devilish gleam in her turquoise eyes, she didn't care. She wanted it. She wanted him.

An animalistic grin spread onto his face. Without a word, he picked Anza up and began to carry her, bridal-style, to the stairs. She put a hand on his chest and started to painfully, slowly slide her thin fingers d — o — w — n…

If he had a heart — a human heart filled to the fuckin' top with emotions — it would pound its way through his chest. But one hole was more than enough.

"Bedroom's second door on the left," she whispered in his ear. Her breath tickled the back of his neck, leaving a tingling sensation when she drew away.

"Fuck this," he muttered and sped to the proffered room with his sonido.

"Impatient today, aren't we, Grimmjow?" Anza remarked when he dumped her on the bed and leapt on top of her. She immediately slid her hands up his chest — there was that tingling again — and secured themselves around his neck. Her legs started to curl around his.

He suddenly pulled back a bit and yanked her hakama off her.

"Careful, Grimmjow!" she cried. She kicked them away and then looked up at him. "Those are my good hakama!"

"Tch," he retorted, sliding her panties off too, before attacking her bra. He never had the patience to deal with those things and just tore it off her.

"You're buying me a new one after this," she told him grumpily, but he wasn't listening. Grimmjow was too busy staring avidly at her fuckin' hot body. She'd been away too long.

If he was the religious type, he'd say she was a goddess, a sex goddess. The way she crossed one leg over the other, barely concealing her pussy…and those tits — not monstrous like many of the female Arrancar, but still full, round, and just…perfect. She was perfect.

***LEMON BEGINS HERE ***

Her turquoise eyes, half-lidded, captured his with a passionate fire burning inside them. They drew him in, physically, as he found himself leaning steadily closer to her.

"It's been a long time," she commented softly. Her breath brushed against his hungry lips. Grimmjow leaned in to close the tiny gap between them, claiming her lips once more. He had to bite back a moan when Anza's slim fingers danced their way down his neck, across his chest, then circled his Hollow hole (damn, she knew just where he was sensitive), before untying the sash that held up his hakama.

Grimmjow broke off from the kiss to shrug out of his jacket and loosened pants, tossing them over the edge of the bed before swooping down to attack Anza's body —

Except that a hand restrained him.

Anza winked mischievously at him and flipped him over so she was on top. Reaching down, past his waist, she grabbed hold of his now throbbing cock.

Grimmjow's eyes widened in surprise.

Anza smiled seductively and her hand caressed his length, stroking it painfully slowly, up and down.

A groan escaped his throat.

Anza leaned in toward his neck, her hardened nipples grazing across his upper torso. Grimmjow bit down on his tongue to prevent himself from groaning again in pleasure. He wanted to grab those white, creamy mounds right in front of his eyes and run his fingertips over the pert tips, but Anza was rubbing his cock faster now, and this time he couldn't stop himself from actually purring.

Anza responded by brushing her lips against his neck, while keeping up a steady pace on his shaft. She nibbled softly on the side of his neck.

"Shit, that feels good," he moaned into her hair.

"You like that?" she purred in between nips.

He growled in reply and latched onto her arm, the one whose hand was picking up speed around his member. He could feel himself growing harder by the second. Anza seemed to pick this up, as she started to rub his moist head with her thumb every few strokes.

Grimmjow's eyes closed in pleasure.

"Faster, Anza," he hissed in desperation.

Her tongue swirled around the area she'd been nibbling at before launching herself at it again, her teeth biting at the sensitive flesh.

This time Grimmjow grunted not only in gratification, but in pain.

"Shit, An" — she pumped his pulsating cock harder in her unyielding grip — "za," he gasped, a wider world of pleasure opening up before his eyes.

"Faster," he choked out, his voice almost cracking in his need.

Her bites and strokes picked up a rhythm as her mouth and her hand moved almost as one. He felt his need mounting and he jerked his hips forcefully up, grunting in pleasure at the friction he created.

Anza caught on and her speed doubled as her bites became more ferocious and little stings of pain arrived between intervals of her forceful pumping. Grimmjow's hips grinded against her hand, moving in step with each rub up and down his shaft, and never missing a beat.

Anza wrapped her other hand around his neck, her fingers curling around the bottom of his hair, and he let out another moan against her.

He pumped himself against her hand harder, panting her name. Her grip tightened, creating more friction as the gap in her fingers strained in its rough ministrations. With one last push of his hips, he came in her hand.

*** LEMON ENDS HERE***

Anza ignored the mess and kissed him gently on the lips.

Grimmjow let go of her arm, which he'd forgotten he'd been gripping for the last few minutes, and worked his fingers into her dark reddish-violet hair. He'd remembered less than he thought about Anza, small things, but things that made him prize her more: the feel of her silky hair on his skin, the firmness of her grip, how she could bring him into worlds of pleasured bliss, and how soft her kisses could be.

She broke the kiss. He watched her rummage in the bathroom for something, and then return with a small, damp towel, which she used to clean up the mess they'd made, in silence. She then went back to the bathroom to wash it off, leaving Grimmjow sitting on the bed.

After a couple minutes, he heard the water shut off, and momentarily afterward, his stunning goddess emerged.

"What's up, Grimmjow?" Anza inquired, using sonido to speed onto the bed next to him. The expression on his face was one she'd never seen before. He looked almost like he had when he first walked through her door: lost, broken, and vulnerable.

His piercing gaze dropped to hers. He didn't speak, but pulled her tightly against him. Neither of them had to say anything, though. Anza knew Grimmjow could feel what she felt at that moment: something unable to fully be put into words, but a combination of relief that the other was still alive; longing for the time when it wasn't so awkward between them (though even now there was still, thankfully, the desire to fuck); and then there was the thrill of simply being together.

Anza rested her cheek against his chest, one of her hands on his arm. Stay, she thought instinctively, realizing only just then how much she'd really missed him.

"Grimmjow?"

"What?" he grunted.

"Sorry about before," she muttered, a bit embarrassed at how she'd treated him. No matter how much of a bastard he actually was sometimes, he didn't deserve the things she'd said.

He shrugged, an awkward gesture when he held her so tightly.

"I was being stupid," Anza went on. "It's just all this time…I kept thinking of you, wondering if you were okay, and then seeing you here was kind of a shock… I guess I kinda got a little overwhelmed — Listen. I owe you one. I didn't mean all that shit I said."

Grimmjow loosened his grip on her and gazed down at her with a sharp but unreadable look. Very seriously, he answered, "You paid up already."

"Huh?" said Anza in confusion.

Grimmjow grinned, the second time this evening. He brought his lips close to her ear and murmured, "Forgot about that hand-job already? 'Cuz I haven't. It was fuckin' amazing."

Anza smiled and put one arm around his torso. "Glad to hear it," she answered cheerfully, knowing that if she'd replied "you're welcome", he'd probably retort something like how it was only repaying a debt and nothing more — regardless of being his wife.

"And now I got something for you."

Anza let go of him and drew back, searching for some hint on her husband's face. If anything, he looked happy — if you could ever call Grimmjow "happy" — or at least, he was grinning even wider.

"What is it?" she inquired, puzzled.

"Lie down," he ordered.

Still very confused, Anza tentatively did as he asked.

Grimmjow leaned over her and his mouth immediately latched onto her left nipple and she cried out in shock — and the sudden pleasure of his skilled, rough tongue circling her sensitive peak.

*** LEMON BEGINS (AGAIN) HERE ***

Grinning, Grimmjow's calloused fingertips slid up her flat stomach and tickled the underside of her right breast, while his tongue still lapped the other, to her increasing pleasure. He slid his thumb up around the unlicked breast and teased the tip in agonizingly slow circles.

"Dammit, Grimmjow," she hissed, her back arching instinctively in accordance with his movements.

Grimmjow paused for a second to look up at her, his intense cerulean eyes boring into hers. The ebbing waves of pleasure just frustrated Anza even more.

"Shit!" she cursed. If she didn't get what she so wanted this instant, she would murder someone. "Grimmjow, do it!" she cried, not even caring at this point about her pride.

He flashed her a triumphant grin, knowing she'd not asked, but begged him for something, but thankfully didn't brag. He resumed his ministrations, which soon became rough and violent as his desire, stemmed from her renewed gasps and moans, heightened.

He adjusted his position over her, sliding up a few inches so their faces were almost level. Grimmjow pressed his body closer to hers; Anza's eyes widened a bit in surprise at the sudden contact of his re-hardened member pressing against her inner thigh.

Anza, still on a high from Grimmjow's skilled tongue -and finger-work, wrapped and arm around her husband's torso and grinded her hips against the hardened length that was driving her crazy with ecstasy — and frustrating desire for more.

Grimmjow's azure eyes leapt to her teal gaze, very serious. There was an agonizing need this time; she saw he could feel it too. Neither of them wanted to play around; there would be no teasing the other and fighting for dominance.

He positioned himself over her, the tip of his erection resting against her wet core. Anza felt her entrance open up, welcoming a long-missed guest.

Anza gripped Grimmjow's shoulders tightly, jerking her lower half slightly upwards to feel even a few more millimeters of that blissful length. She groaned.

"Do it, Grimmjow!"

He'd kept her waiting long enough, and with an almighty thrust, entered her. His movements started off slow, rocking back and forth, but quickly picked up speed, as Anza's cries of pleasure grew in volume and intensity. She rotated her hips in conjunction with his thrusts, whispering his name in between moans.

Grimmjow's speed suddenly tripled and Anza's desire exploded through her chest and down to her slick, wet core, clamping tight around the Sexta Espada's hot, thick member pumping into her at a rapid pace.

"Grimm — Grimmjow," she gasped, trying to match his movements, but the mounting pleasure made it difficult to move on her own accord.

He leaned in closer, and this time entered at a slightly different angle. The difference was astounding. Anza heard herself screaming her husband's name and she gripped him, her blunt nails digging into his back, as his thrusts came faster and rougher, rubbing her clitoris into a paradise of orgasmic bliss.

Everything whitened before her eyes. Grimmjow's furious pumping continued for almost a minute longer, his grunts and moans adding to her pleasured high.

He gave one last, powerful push and spilled his seed deep into her before collapsing on top of her.

***LEMON ENDS HERE***

For a few moments, they lay there, motionless, save for their labored panting. Sweat glistened off their bodies, but Anza didn't really mind, even now, as she came down from her high. Absent-mindedly, she jerked her left hand, the one resting at the top of Grimmjow's back. She slid it up a few inches and started to rub his shoulder.

A low vibration against her chest told her Grimmjow was purring.

She smiled to herself and nuzzled her cheek against his. He was surprisingly cuddly.

After only a few moments, Grimmjow pulled himself out of her and rolled to her left, lying on his back. He surveyed her through half-lidded eyes and stretched his tanned, well-muscled arms out.

Anza smiled and scooted closer to him. She rested her head on his chest and felt heat bloom inside her when his arm wrapped around her.

Feelings…They're so new… Humans really take their emotions for granted, she mused.

"No one, no fuckin' thing's ever gonna take you away from me, got it?" Grimmjow growled.

She snuggled close to him. This was how it should be.

"Grimm?"

"What?"

She propped herself up so she was looking at him from above. "I shouldn't've left Hueco Mundo."

"Whatever. It's done, so stop obsessing over it," he replied irately.

"No! I'm not obsessing and it's not whatever!" she exclaimed a little hysterically. Didn't he get how huge a deal this was? She sighed to herself. Of course he didn't.

Because he didn't know everything.

Yet.

Anza lowered herself back down on the bed. "I'm gonna tell you the full story about why I left Hueco Mundo and where I was for the past eight years."

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