Chapter 12

Author's Note: I'm s sorry for the delay, but was out for the last day. So, without further ado, here's the much anticipated chapter 12! RATED M FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON! Enjoy!

Beneath a crescent moon, beneath a sky littered with so many stars, it was as if someone had punctured the black sky itself, Grimmjow stood atop the building that was his home and watched off into the distance.

He leaned against the waist high wall that outlined the roof with his hands clasped together, watching, but not really seeing as Ichigo fought with a large Hollow that looked like a monstrous spider. The teenager's war cries pierced the night air, but they fell on deaf ears that could only hear his own thoughts.

Ever since returning to Karakura town with Ichigo and his friends, he had held himself up in he and Neliel's studio apartment. Not a minute had gone by where the Head-Captain's words didn't run through the front of his mind, and though he would never admit it, not even on his dying breath, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques was unsure about was to come.

He had always known that death would come, had always known that his end would be because of Aizen, just not after the man had been imprisoned. He never once trusted the man and most certainly never had a reason to, but it was shaping up that that name was going to haunt him for quite some time.

As a Getsuga Tenshō screamed across the star lit sky, Grimmjow's distant thoughts were broken by the metal groan of the door that lead from below. He glanced back over his shoulder to see the fluttering flows of green hair that whisked around the tight form of Neliel. She wore a simple sundress from the day's heat that was a soft, pastel green and her big hazel eyes were kind and inviting; A welcomed distraction from the torrent in his mind.

"Hey, Nelly." Grimmjow mumbled pensively, looking down at his hands that had begun to pick as his nails.

"You ok, Grimmy? You've been up here for a couple hours." Neliel said softly, stepping up next to him and placing her hand on his back.

"Just needed some time to think." Grimmjow said quietly, never once looking up from his hands to look at her.

"About what happened?" Neliel asked.

Grimmjow nodded, "Yeah."

Neliel leaned into his side and rested her head against his temple, content to watch the battle going on in the distance.

Ichigo was on the offensive, swinging Zangetsu in a cross slash with such force, that the large Hollow stumbled backwards before lurching forward in its pursuit of him. The Hollow reached out to grab Ichigo in midair, but the large, claw tipped hands only grasped at air.

"Didn't feel like going out there with him?" Neliel asked softly, slowly rubbing his back in large, lazy circles.

Grimmjow shook his head, "Naw. Don't wanna stumble and end up dead." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Neliel, with sad eyes, looked into his and slowly sighed as she leaned forward, placing her hand against his opposite cheek to bring his other to her awaiting lips.

"It'll be ok, Grimmy." She said in just above a whisper, resting her forehead against his temple.

Grimmjow hung his head, "I wanna believe you, Nelly. I do, but... but... Fuck, I don't know." He said, gripping the wall tightly to brace himself as he hunched far over.

"What is it, Grimmy?" She asked, keeping her hand on his back.

Grimmjow turned around and crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall, "I feel like we don't belong anywhere... Like there's nowhere we can call home. We don't belong in Hueco Mundo and we sure as hell don't belong in Soul Society. We barely fit here, but even then, at some point, all those people down there're gonna know we ain't human." He stared blindly up at the sky.

"How come you're so worried about them?" She asked, caressing the nape of his neck and lacing her fingers through his blue hair.

"Because we're protectin' those things now," Grimmjow scoffed, "And to think that not all that long ago I was tryin' to kill 'em." He slowly shook his head.

"Times change."

"Yeah... And I ain't used to it. I'm not used to people havin' my back and I sure as hell ain't used to people keepin' promises." Grimmjow's brows furrowed.

"You're concerned about what Byakuya said, aren't you." She said, once more leaning into his side and resting her head on his shoulder.

Grimmjow tilted his head over to rest his temple against the top of her head, "Yeah. I've never been more worried in my life, Nelly."

"It'll be ok, Grimmy. I know it will be." Neliel said softly.

Another war cry sounded from behind them, spurring them to turn back around in time to see Ichigo sever one of the Hollow's eight legs. The Hollow howled in pain as Zangetsu claimed another, leaving the giant spider with six legs upon which to stand and fight.

"He's toying with it now." Grimmjow said flatly as he leaned his forearms on the wall once more.

"He's bored." Neliel softly chuckled.

"Can't say I blame him. How can anythin' be entertainin' after what we just went through." Grimmjow said as he started to pick at his fingernails again.

"I wouldn't know." Neliel smirked as she looked over to drink in the rather delightful glare she had earned.

"Don't give me shit, woman. You saw what that asshole did to Pretty Boy and Ich. I wasn't about to let him do that to you... or worse." Grimmjow said, continuing to glare over at her.

"I know... Though, so you know, I can handle myself in a fight." Neliel said, poking his thick bicep.

"I never doubted." He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

They resolved themselves to watch Ichigo sever another limb, and his ferocious laugh could be heard, even from that distance. Both shook their heads as the teenager fought, and they had been so keen in watching the fight, that both missed the whoosh of a flash step from behind them.

"How long has he been engaged?" Byakuya asked.

Grimmjow took his arm back and looked back over his shoulder, "A while. He's fuckin' with it."

"Has the boredom reached such a fever pitch?" Byakuya asked as he approached them, keeping his hands clasped behind his back.

"He's meant for war... Not street brawls." Grimmjow huffed a smirk.

"So it would seem." Byakuya said, stopping a few paces from the pair.

Grimmjow turned to regard the captain and noble for a moment before shifting his blue gaze to Neliel. He leaned over to place a soft kiss to her ear, where he hovered for a moment, whispering, before she nodded and headed for the metal door that lead back down into their studio apartment.

"So what brings you to my neck of the woods, Pretty Boy?" Grimmjow asked lowly, never even sending a sidelong glance to Byakuya as he came to stand next to him.

"A promise I made to a Pussy Cat I happen to be acquainted with." Byakuya said, still keeping his hands behind his back.

Grimmjow scoffed as he bowed his head to rub the back of his neck, "A promise."

Byakuya released a slow and quiet sigh as he reached into his top and pulled a rolled piece of parchment from the inside pocket. It was held closed by a tied red ribbon, whose bow was held firm by a stamped wax seal that was emblazoned with the kanji for the number forty-six. He held it out for Grimmjow to take, grasped between delicate fingers as if he were holding the most fragile object ever to exist.

"I made a promise that I intended to keep." Byakuya said lowly, still holding the rolled parchment.

Grimmjow lightly gulped as he took the parchment from him and stared at it, not willing to open it.

"Is it wrong to be kinda scared?" Grimmjow asked, studying the stamped wax seal.

"I thought Arrancars were incapable of experiencing fear." Byakuya said as his arm went back to being clutched behind his back.

"We feel fear just like anyone else... Just some of us are better at hidin' it." Grimmjow shrugged.

"I see," Byakuya inhaled, "I will tell you the same thing I told Nyruki at the start of this; We all have fear, but it takes a strength that only the strongest possess to push on despite that fear."

With a roll of his neck that produced a few small cracks, Grimmjow blew out a drawn out sigh as he broke the wax seal and uncurled the parchment.

Byakuya watched out of the corner of his eye as Grimmjow read, keeping his expression blank as his grasp on the briefcase handle behind his back tightened.

After only a few moments, Grimmjow cupped a hand over his mouth and just stared at the paper in his hand.

"You pulled it off." Grimmjow said through his hand.

"In a sense, yes. I was unable to garnish a full pardon, but this is open ended and allows for growth. Should you stay on the path you're currently on, it will mature into a full pardon in due time." Byakuya said as he brought out the silver briefcase from behind his back and set it down on the thick wall in front of him.

He clicked the latches open with his thumbs and opened it, keeping a hand on it to keep it from falling to the ground several stories below. Its contents were able to finally rip Grimmjow's eyes from the parchment as the cracked mask of Overlorde sat atop a sealed manila envelop that was deceptively thick.

"They didn't destroy it?" Grimmjow asked as he rolled the parchment back up and slipped it into his pocket.

Byakuya picked up the mask and offered it to Grimmjow, "Central 46 released it to me upon my request... As well as this."

He picked up the manila envelope and handed it over, where Grimmjow wasted no time in opening it to see several thick stacks of cash that were bound by the same red ribbon, stamped with the wax seal.

"The bounties?" Grimmjow asked with an arced brow.

"The rest of the bounties that was owed to you and Neliel. They were improperly held by Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi." Byakuya said, closing the briefcase and snapping the latches closed.

"Figured that dude was shady as hell." Grimmjow scoffed as he slipped the mask into the envelope and rested it down on the wall with both hands on top.

"He was simply acting of his own volition." Byakuya said with a small wave of his hand.

Grimmjow grunted as he paid attention to the distant battle, just as Ichigo finally laid the final blow, bifurcating the giant Hollow spider with a visored Getsuga Tenshō.

"What happened to my sword?" Grimmjow asked, sending a sidelong glance towards Byakuya.

Byakuya offered the Arrancar a crooked, but soft smirk as he reached across his waist towards Senbonzakura and pulled a second sword that was hidden by his captain's haori.

"Also retrieved." He said as he handed the sword to Grimmjow's awaiting hands.

"You really came through, Pretty Boy. I've gotta admit... I wasn't sure you'd be able to." Grimmjow said, running a smooth hand down the sheathed blade before slipping it into his black obi sash.

"There was a time where I thought that as well, but I had forgotten that this chamber is a lot more open minded then the last. They simply had to be reminded of that." Byakuya said, watching off in the distance as the spider Hollow began to disintegrate.

"Guess so." Grimmjow said, looking down at the manila envelope.

Byakuya took in a deep breathe as he slid the metal briefcase off the wall and let it hang at his side, still watching off in the distance as the black cloud of what remained of the Hollow began to reform.

"How much is the bounty for that one?" Byakuya asked, furrowing his brows as the giant spider shape came back into existence.

"Five Gs. His name's Nainsupaidā*. Jackass has nine lives. Ichigo's cut him down six times now." Grimmjow sighed as he rested his forearms back down on the wall.

"Another I assume you aided in hunting?" Byakuya asked, popping up a brow as he sent Grimmjow a sidelong glance.

Grimmjow nodded, "Yeah. Fucker's attracted to Soul Nectar. Do you have any idea how hard that is to get?" He smirked.

"Soul Nectar... secretions from the Howaito Tamashī* Tree of the Northern Territories. The only existing grove in Soul Society is under Dejan'Ra charge." Byakuya said, this time fully looking at the Arrancar.

Grimmjow nodded, "Yup. Maddock got some from the new head of the clan who seems to think he owes you somethin'." His smirk grew.

"He?" Byakuya's brow arced again.

"Yup... He." Grimmjow said.

Byakuya exhaled slowly as he offered one last glance to the distant battle as Ichigo sliced the Hollow for the seventh time. The boy's fighting style was rough and very much like his father, but despite the wasted movements and overuse of follow through, his attacks were usually successful.

"Rough ass son of a bitch. Get your swings straight." Grimmjow grumbled, slowly shaking his head.

"He has room for improvement. He could stand to learn something from Nyruki... Anyone, in fact." Byakuya said, also shaking his head at Ichigo's rough swordplay.

"Speakin' of which, isn't that battle of yours soon?" Grimmjow asked, tearing his eyes away from the battle to look at the noble.

"Yes. Tomorrow actually. All involved are resting and preparing." Byakuya said, taking in a deep breath.

"I highly doubt your girl's gettin' much rest with that on her mind." Grimmjow smirked.

"Perhaps." Byakuya said quietly.

"Get out of here, Pretty Boy. You've waited long enough." Grimmjow said, standing up straight, but kept his hands on the manila envelope.

"Pardon?" Byakuya's brows lightly furrowed.

"Don't play dumb with me. I can smell it." Grimmjow smirked as he tapped his nose.

"Ah... That." Byakuya looked down at his feet.

"Go on. You can't do anythin' here anyways. Ich won't let ya." Grimmjow said, turning around and leaning back against the wall, holding the manila envelope in his hand.

Byakuya sighed as he clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Grimmjow, whom seemed to be perfectly content to stare at the moon overhead. He shifted his gaze up to see that the crescent had begun its descent down, which meant that the last twelve hours had been reached. There wasn't much time left.

"You're right. I shall take my leave. I hope that what I brought was satisfactory." He said, turning to face Grimmjow.

"It'll work... For now." Grimmjow grinned.

Byakuya nodded and turned to leave, but only made it a step before something other than his unfortunate nickname was called.

"Hey, Byakuya!... Thanks." Grimmjow said, still with his smirk in place.

Byakuya glanced back over his shoulder and tried not to allow the soft smile to spread, but it did anyways.

"You're welcome... Grimmjow." He nodded before he vanished from sight.

His single flash step carried him away from the rooftop and halfway across town, back towards where the Senkaimon had appeared. He looked down as the city below whisked by and the wind buffeted in his ears with a pressure that pressed against his eardrums. The sky overhead was void of clouds, but because of the light from the city below, most of the stars were invisible to his silver eyes. He wanted to get back to his estate, where he knew Nyruki was resting, and as he drew close to the Senkaimon doors, he didn't even slow as he blasted through the intense white light.

It had only taken a minute for him to traverse the Dangai, and step out atop the Senkaimon tower with the moon in the same position. He flash stepped again and leapt from rooftop to rooftop, still clutching the metal briefcase in hand until he appeared in the gardens of his estate.

He stepped up onto the porch in front of his bedroom and set the briefcase down next to the door before quietly sliding it open, peering inside to see Nyruki sleeping soundly in his bed. He shut the door and turned around, but it was then that he saw that she had her arms wrapped around an object.

A smile erupted across his face as he admired her, how her face was buried against the arced green edges and how her hand loosely clutched one of the thin, stringy arms. She had found the stuffed Wakame Ambassador in his closet that Rukia had given him for his most recent birthday, and was sleeping with it in his absence.

With his throat lowly rumbling at the sight, he shed his captain's haori and hung it in his still open closet, but as he pulled apart the top of his Shihakushō, untucking it, a soft, but warm voice fluttered up from his bed.

"Hey." Nyruki said ultra softly, having turned over onto her other side whilst still cuddling the Wakame Ambassador.

"I'm sorry for waking you. Twas not my intention." Byakuya said as he pulled off his top.

"It's ok. I wasn't sleeping anyways." She said as she sat up.

Byakuya turned around, still wearing his hakama, and padded over to the bed where he sat down on its edge, all the while holding her tired gaze. He reached up and rested his hand against her cheek, slowly stroking his thumb across it as a soft smile graced his lips.

"I wish there was something I could do to ease your mind." He whispered, studying her tired face and how her loose bangs framed her jawline.

"So do I. Every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is this battle. I'm really nervous." She said, softly leaning into his touch.

"As am I, My Love. All the words that can be said, have been said. Only actions remain." He said as he leaned towards her.

Her eyes closed as his lips brushed against hers, feather light and almost timid, nervous in their own right. They were warmer than usual and even through the airy touch, she could feel the slight shake.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a whisper, resting her forehead against his as she reached up and placed her hand against his cheek.

"I want to show you what love can be, but I need, require your permission. I will never be a man like you have experienced in the past." He said, looking into her golden eyes through his long lashes.

"I gave that to you long ago, Byakuya." She whispered.

His shaky lips twitched into a smile as she closed the distance, pressing her lips to his with just enough pressure to bring their noses into contact. He sucked in a long breath to settle the twitch in his stomach as his body washed over with a wave of warmth, growing a layer of gooseflesh across his skin that she felt beneath her hand as it trailed down his neck and over his shoulder. The action made him shiver and with her lips against his, he felt the smile crawl across hers.

Without even parting their lips, Nyruki shifted to kneel on her knees as she gripped his shoulders, giving her support as she swung a leg over his lap to straddle him. She immediately felt his shivering worsen as he gripped her hips just tight enough to press his fingertips into her robe covered flesh.

Byakuya's throat rumbled with a moan as he parted their lips, tightening his grip on her hips as she settled herself down on top of his lap.

"You're sure?" He whispered airily, taking in quickened breaths as he looked up at her through half lidded eyes.

Nyruki nodded, "I trust you... All of me trusts you. Plus, I'd rather do this than try to sleep." She said just as airily as her hands rested along his jaw.

Byakuya gulped as he captured her lips again, this time with a confidence that made Nyruki shiver. Her arms wrapped around his neck to bring them closer and she scooted her hips towards his belly, using her lithe weight to grind herself against the heat shrouded by his hakama. The action made him sigh with delight through their kiss as he trailed his hands up her back and threaded his long fingers into her lengths of her hair.

With a moan of her own, she leaned forward, pushing Byakuya down onto his back where she separated their kiss and sat up, looking down at him with her bottom lip trapped between soft teeth. She held his half lidded gaze as she clutched the ends of his obi sash in her hands and gave them a gentle tug, loosening the bow to release the tension that held them around his waist.

The skin of his bare chest exploded with more gooseflesh at the touch of her hands dancing around his abs, tracing the shallow valleys that his muscles created. He shuttered with parted lips as his head settled back, his eyes still watching her through his lashes as she leaned forward and captured his collarbone between her teeth.

He moaned at the gentle nips, keeping his hands on her back as he dared to drift them down, wrapping them around her backside that she made no flinch from like she had before. He ran his hands around the supple flesh as he followed the length of her thighs, slipping his fingers beneath the soft fabric of her robe before gliding them back up. Her silken flesh immediately became riddled with the small bumps as he curled his hands back around her rump with a gentle squeeze that made her throat rumble with a chuckle.

"Stop being so nervous." She breathed against his skin, nipping and drifting her tongue over his right pectoral.

Byakuya moaned as his head tossed back into the bed, "I... I can't think." He exhaled, moaning once more as her teeth clasped around a nipple.

"Good." She near growled as she applied just enough pressure with her teeth to make him flinch.

His abdomen flexed with heat as his insides boiled to uncomfortable levels, heating his skin until his whole body pulsed with waves that all had one way tickets to his groin. The harder he got, the more he could feel her pressed against him, and he ached to have her closer, was near desperate for it, but with another nip at his nipple, his brain turned carnal.

He forced himself to sit up as he gripped her hips and spun them around, tossing her down onto the center of the bed where he was upon her in an instant. He knelt between her legs, raised onto his knees as he held her sultry gaze and slipped his hakama off his hips, giving desperate freedom to the throbbing appendage that was held within its confines.

Nyruki breathed a smile as her bottom lip popped free from her teeth, only to be replaced by her fingernail as she admired his form above her. Every muscle flexed with anticipation, twitched with barely contained strength that ached to ravage her and she wanted it. She didn't want gentle, or soft, or tender, she wanted to leave marks on him, for him to leave marks on her and going by the half lidded primal look in his silver eyes, it appeared he wanted the same.

"I don't plan on being gentle with you." She said as she ran her hands down her robed front, only to have her hands replaced by his.

"Nor I you." He growled as he leaned over, bringing his nose a thread's width away from hers.

"You better deliver." She said with quickened breaths as she dragged her nails down his chest.

He sat back up to sit on his heels as he grabbed the edges of her robe and yanked it open, exposing her nude form below him. Without missing a beat, he leaned forward once more and captured a pert nipple between his teeth, applying the same pressure she had him that made her moan and squirm. His other hand gripped her other modest breast, kneading it like dough before pinching its peak for another moan and airy gasp.

"You... You said our first time would last for days. We're gonna miss the battle." Nyruki breathed, lacing her fingers into his hair as he suckled the nipple in his mouth.

Byakuya gave a strong suck before letting the pink nub pop free, "Then we best make this count."

Nyruki smiled wide with delight as he captured her other nipple to ravage it with attention as she wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his backside to press his throbbing groin to her core. The shutter and moan that erupted from his throat sent multiple shivers down her spine that added fuel to the building fire in her gut, making her skin clam from the heat and slick her skin.

"Gods, that's a delightful sound." She moaned as her head lolled back against the bed the more he worked her nerves.

"Lets hear what you sound like." He mulled.

He kept her nipple between his lips as a hand slid over her slicked skin on its course downwards, where his long, elegant and deadly fingers found her core. The second they floated over her folds, flicking the end of the bundle of hyper sensitive nerves, Nyruki writhed and released a long and low moan, biting down on her lip to keep from getting too loud. Another moan escaped her throat as the longest of his fingers, that of his middle, agonizingly slowly slid between those folds and began to stroke her.

Her core was already slicked, dripping against his fingers as his middle ran long strokes along her inner walls, but the smooth moisture was broken by a subtle raised ridge along the left side that ran passed the length of his finger.

His mind suddenly snapped back into consciousness as his eyes popped open and the nipple he was sucking slipped from between his gasped lips.

"Is that-" he gulped, "Is that the scar?" He asked shifting his lust filled gaze up to meet her half lidded eyes that where overflowing with passion.

All she could manage was a nod as she groaned at the stopping of his actions and threaded her fingers further into his hair.

Byakuya's stomach flipped, "I'm sorry." He exhaled as he brought himself face to face with her.

"For what?" She said airily, rocking her hips against his fingers to keep them moving.

"That I couldn't be there to protect you." He said, dropping his head to reach her lips.

Nyruki sucked in a long breath, clawing her hands in his hair as she pulled him closer in a bruising kiss. Her tongue shot out to part his awaiting lips, instantly met by his to dance in long, heated strokes. They tasted each other, drank in each other's moans and hot breaths as Byakuya twitched his middle finger, making Nyruki writhe for more as she ground her hips against his hand.

"Gods, that's delicious." He mulled against her lips as his available hand kneaded a breast.

"You'll get more when you stop holding back." Nyruki exhaled as she bit down and suckled his bottom lip.

Byakuya slipped his finger free of her and parted their lips, holding her blurry eyes with his own as he brought that very finger to his lips and slipped it into his mouth. At the flavor of her, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his throat moaned with pleasure and delight, his tongue lapping up every drop of her that remained on his finger.

Once his finger was cleaned, he slipped it from his mouth and sucked his bottom lip to ensure he had gotten to taste it all.

"Oh, I've been wanting to taste you ever since we came for you." He breathed as his heart thundered in his chest like a beating drum.

Nyruki exhaled a smile, "Are you jealous?" She asked as she ran her hands down his chest, over his abs that flexed at her touch and didn't stop until they reached low on his abdomen.

"I've ached for this, Nyruki. I've ached for this ever since I admitted to myself that I love you. When I knew Overlorde was getting to be this close to you... ah-" His voice caught hard in his throat when her hands wrapped around his aching member that was beginning to hurt from the sheer amount of pulsing that was beating in time with his heart.

He felt weak and unable to think as she began to stroke his length and when she gave him a firm tug, his arms gave out and he dropped down against her with his ear over her heart. He panted and moaned against her heaving chest, clawing his hands into the bed to grip the sheets as she stroked him, each one sending another searing hot wave roaring around in his abdomen. He was in a dangerous position the longer he allowed her hands to work, and with each long stroke, he drew closer and closer to the edge. He grit his teeth together as he forced his arms to work in pushing himself up, but he was unable to keep himself from ravaging her neck and collarbone. He pressed his body down against her, trapping her hands between them and ceasing their work, which gave him the needed reprieve to back away from the cliff.

"How is that fair?" Nyruki moaned, lolling her head to the side to give him more space to lavish her neck.

Byakuya was panting between each nip as he bit and laid soft marks along her neck. He ran his tongue up her neck to her ear where he captured its lobe between his teeth.

"You're a dangerous beast." He panted, releasing her lobe to lick and nip at the space just behind her ear.

"You have no idea." She moaned, flexing her fingers around his member to elicit a low moan from him.

He moved to capture her lips where they danced and their tongues ran lines along each other, never parting when Nyruki rolled and pushed Byakuya down onto his back. The robe that still clung to her arms hung off her shoulders as she raised herself up onto her knees and braced herself with her clawed hands against his heaving chest.

"Have you ever been ridden?" She growled through gritted teeth, teasing his groin by dropping down just low enough grind her core against his member that laid heavy against his abdomen.

Byakuya gulped as he shook his head, "No... Hisana-ah... Hisana was shy... ah-" He moaned, tightly gripping and caressing her thighs and backside.

Nyruki smirked with a sultry glean in her golden eyes as she leaned down, biting her bottom lip as she flicked a finger down his lip.

"Are you curious?" She whispered, extending her tongue to lick his lips.

Byakuya nodded as he tried with all his might to focus through the haze the lust was causing, how his hammering heartbeat was drowning out his hearing and the feel of her naked skin against his felt like lava. Every sense he possessed was erupting with the sensation of giving himself completely to her control, and just the thought of it made him twitch against her core, causing her to gasp and moan airily.

"Are you ready?" She whispered, smiling with mischief glinting in her eye as he grit his teeth together.

"By the realms... Stop teasing, or I will take control." Byakuya growled as he dared to make a sound.

With a sharp smack, he slapped his hand against her backside, eliciting a high pitched squeak and a moan from her that sent his blood racing. She smiled and gasped at the spank and to get back at him, she ground her core against his groin once more.

"Goddammit!" Byakuya moaned as he felt the hot slick of pre-cum seep from the end of his member to smear against their abdomens.

Before he could regain what little composure he had left, Nyruki plunged down on him, burying him to the hilt inside her womb. The sudden flash of warmth that engulfed him made him hiss as she rose, withdrawing him from her heat before dropping back down.

With her in control, she continued to tease him by setting a slow and agonizing pace, simply to watch his face as she moved. His mouth panting, his eyes closed from the sheer pleasure of her riding him and he was so awash with the sensation that he forgot he could move his hands.

Using his chest to provide leverage, Nyruki rose, still slowly, airily moaning at the feel of him sliding out of her. His girth was just enough to spread her to the point of pleasure, giving her nerves the ability to feel every inch of him. Her core pulsed with the building tension and as much as she wanted, needed to draw this out, she knew she was getting close to erupting with the pulsing heat of an orgasm.

As she dropped back down onto him, spearing herself with him, he finally regained his wits and gripped her hips, rolling them back the way they had come to bring Nyruki to lay on her back beneath him. He dropped down onto an elbow as he stilled, fully sheathed inside her, as he drifted the back of his hand across her cheek.

"I-I... I wish I had enough will power to try everything with you." He breathed, gulping down his moans as he dared to move.

Nyruki breathily moaned as he began to pump her, slowly at first if at all not to over do it and burst at the seems. Every time he withdrew, he felt his abdomen twitch and the thick vein that ran along the underside of his length pulsed with as much blood as it could hold. He dropped his head to her lips for a bruising kiss, immediately thrusting his tongue into her mouth to taste her, feel her, sense her in every aspect his own body would allow.

He wanted every sense he had to be alive with her, to completely wrap around his existence and consume his soul. Even if the whole of space and time were to cease to exist in that very moment, he would welcome it. He relished in the feel of her hot skin against his and his whole being had only a singular focus; Her.

His pace quickened until each thrust was firm, but not fast. He pressed himself into her womb as far as she would allow, each time earning a low, airy moan from her as she clutched at his back, digging her fingernails into his skin with her fevered pleasure. Their tongues continued to entangle themselves, curling around each other as they rocked from his firm thrusts.

Nyruki broke their deep kiss and pressed her cheek against his, moaning and gasping into his ear as her arms wrapped around him. Her abdomen pulsed harder with his thrusts, and she knew, could feel that she was close; Dangerously close.

"I-I... Ah-... Byakuya-" She panted, lacing her fingers into his hair and clutching his jet black locks.

Byakuya grunted as he provided her with a powerful, firm thrust that whited out her vision, sending her over the edge into the chasm of pleasure. Her whole body erupted with pulsing warmth as her internal muscles clamped down around him, causing him to moan deep in his throat that was caught by her ear.

"Ah-... I... I can't hold-" Byakuya moaned, giving her one, last thrust that withdrew the ground from beneath his feet.

He spilled over with hot, rapid pumps, filling her to the point of overflow. His own seed spilled from her, smearing against him and dripping down onto the satin sheets, but he didn't care. He was so awash from riding his orgasm that every ounce of strength he had was gone. He didn't even have enough to lift himself up to look into her eyes.

They laid in silence for quite some time, simply listening to each other steady their breathing. Each exhale was superheated, wet with passion as their saliva crept from their mouths to mix with the sweat that had spread over their skin. They didn't care, only relished in the feel of each other's skin against theirs and as they laid there, motionless with the simple fact that neither had the energy to move, Nyruki caressed the nape of his neck and kissed his ear.

After several minutes, Byakuya finally regained some of himself to raise up onto an elbow to drink in the sight of her.

"I never want to experience anything else, but you." He whispered, swallowing the excess saliva in his mouth.

"Is that what love is?" She asked, studying his face as a single, but large tear leapt from the corner of her eye.

Byakuya nodded, "That was just the beginning. Love is not some arbitrary emotion simply to give meaning to our desires... Love is internal and external, emotional and physical and I plan to show you all of it." He smiled, his eyes still half lidded and blurry as he brushed his hand back to push aside her hair.

"That sounds... perfect." She said lowly, returning the soft and sweet smile.

"Perhaps perfection is real." He said as he dared to slip free of her warmth.

As he pushed himself up to release her from beneath him, his head was stricken with a dizzy spell, as the blood that had been rerouted to his hips hadn't returned to its normal functions yet. He wobbled on his own hands for a moment before his arms gave out, only to be caught in Nyruki's arms as both began to laugh with him on top of her again.

"I apologize. I can't seem to hold my own weight." He laughed against her neck, placing a kiss as he buried his face into her hair.

"It must've been good then." Nyruki said with her own laugh coloring her words.

Byakuya nodded, "I rather like it when you're in control." He said, trying again to hold himself up.

This time, he was successful in supporting himself on an elbow.

"I'm sure there'll be plenty more chances." She said as she brushed aside his hair to put it behind his ear.

"I do hope so." He whispered.

He bowed his head to place a far more gentle kiss that was void of eager tongues to her reddened and swollen lips, relishing in the smile that stretched across them as he kissed her. He snaked his arms beneath her and held her close, falling to the side of her and attempting to roll them into a position where they could fall asleep.

However, his shoulder landed on a swath of her hair and pulled it, eliciting a sharp squeak that caused them both to erupt into barely contained laughter.

"I'm sorry." Byakuya laughed, pressing his forehead against hers.

Nyruki's low laughter trailed off as she softly bit her bottom lip, "You turn into a giggly boy after love." She flighted her hand down his cheek.

Byakuya nodded, "It would appear so."

"Thank you." She exhaled as her smile softened.

"For what?" He asked, keeping her against him as this time, he moved her hair before scooting up to the row of pillows at the head of the bed.

"For showing me what love is really like." She said as her eyes slowly closed and nearly didn't open again.

"This will not be the only time. There will be many more... should you wish it." He said, pulling the covers up to cover them.

"You already know my answer." She said as she nestled into his side with her head resting against his chest.

Byakuya huffed a smile as he allowed his eyes to close, holding her close as he placed a tender kiss against her forehead. She had already fallen asleep in his arms and he breathed a sigh of relief that she would be able to rest before the sun arose. Their battle was to be at noon to decide her fate, to determine whether, or not her place was within the Gotei 13, or not. He didn't care whether, or not she remained a Shinigami, all that he cared about was that she returned his love, and before the sun arose, he was determined to instill her place.

With all his resolve, he would find a way to break free and stop her from reaching the Head-Captain.

*Nine Spider

*White Soul