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Divide, Unite and Conquer	By : LilMonk Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Divide, Unite and Conquer
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Disclaimers:

Bleach is the sole property of Kubo Tite, there�s no monies earned from this
piece and I really should get back to being pulverized by literature.

A/N:
Expansion of drabbles 55 and 56 from �Kaleidoscope� (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2568574/1/)

Probably seen as a PWP if you have not read
the above-mentioned collection of drabbles. Ulquiorra and Nemu are in Hueco
Mundo, and work to further their understanding of each side� in more ways than
one. For now, "Nothing else matters" by Apocalyptica could fit this couple.

Divide, Unite and Conquer

Coal-black
wisps brush the darkened smudges on her throat, as soft pressure grazes pale
skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.

Her world is darkness but she can hear the
slight catch in his even breathing, feel the agonizingly playful drift of a
long-fingered hand heading downwards to toy with the soft curls between her
thighs. His legs are wedged between hers, his mouth tracing a similar path
downward but stopping to warm stiffening nipples by licking them. Slow, lazy,
with a threat of teeth every now and then� So completely different from when
they first met.

Because of complicated plans that forced
them to live and interact in the eye of the storm brewing between Hueco Mundo
and Soul Society, it was his hostility pitted against her uncertainty. Probing
for openings and the desired information from each side only made things more
difficult. Over time, curiosity simmered and expanded to become an uneven
melody that veered between chaos and civility. Confusion was slowly sieved out,
as everything sharpened into clarity. Closeness. Concern.

Pressing against those playful fingers and
rubbing against evasive teasing does not ease the growingly familiar ache. He
wants her to ask, and she�s unable to resist.

�Let me��

�No.�

Drawing back slightly to watch the
blindfolded girl, his other hand still pins both wrists above her head.
Disheveled black hair is fanned out over his rumpled cloak, and the somewhat
agitated rise and fall of a milk-white bosom with each breath is alluring.

Ulquiorra had wanted reiterated proof that
she trusted him, and she�d accepted. Allowing white silk to be wrapped around
her eyes and his restriction of her hands, he could then do as he pleased.

And with this extent of control, he�d
revelled in touching his lips to every inch of bare skin that was reachable,
especially the unbound curves of her breasts. Using his fingers to explore, and
eventually experience the end result of stimulating moist pleasure within
shadowy intimacy.

Caressing smoothness where a delicate
jawline meets the starting slope of her neck, a darkening pink blotch is left
as his mouth begins marking a visible trail towards an unmarred collarbone.
Massaging a marble-sized area of flesh right above the entrance to her vagina,
he can feel the urgent press of her hips against his, the way she turns her
head away to give him greater access, and the faint moan of frustrated yearning
that cannot be suppressed� and all this elicits a corresponding desire that
needs cooling.

But he still refuses to accede.

Stopping right above her pulse, he shifts
upwards to whisper into her ear.

�Only words...�

There is a soft protesting murmur.

�Say it.�

Quivering lips are parted, but there is no
sound. The tilt of her chin enhances the provocative vulnerability of that
throat, and the enticingly wanton shape of that mouth� a reminder of previous
times and experiences.

When she straddles him like a
long-forgotten goddess, dark hair falling like a dishevelled veil as she moves
above him, slick gratification and sweet torture is imparted with each wanton
motion of slim hips as he thrusts up inside her. Face tipped skywards, eyelids
fluttering, mouth half-open and emitting small cries of unmistakable rapture
until she collapses onto him, exhausted� binds him further with spent
abandonment.

Or glimpsing the top of her head as he
looks down, his hands sliding to caress the curve of her scalp as concentrated
devotion pleases him, beginning from the base of his groin and shooting up the
column of his spine, as he unabashedly gives in to mind-melting wickedness and
her mouth.

Or running his fingers through long black
tresses, listening to erratic breathing slow back to normal after impassioned
indulgence, with her head resting beneath his chin. Basking in the almost
surreal languor, until she breathlessly reminds him that he can take her any
way he wants- Damned seductress. Remembering all this adds a greater sense of
violent need.

�Say it.�

There is a desperately dangerous edge to
usual impartialness, like the hinge of a door thick with rust, raw and raspy�
exciting her, tensing the muscles of her limbs. Hardness pressing against her
thighs is more noticeable. Shyness in pleading for what would normally be
considered rude/dirty is gone.

�Please� fuck me.�

A release of breath he did not know he was
holding is heard, followed by his knees nudging hers further apart.

The makeshift blindfold is torn off, and
sudden influx of light into her vision is jarring.

Reflexively blinking, exhalation is
forgotten at the expression on his face, taut with hunger and those unblinking,
feral green eyes now a shade as dark as her own. Then his mouth closes over
hers greedily, a hand sliding roughly beneath one knee to hook it around his
waist as abrupt boldness makes her gasp.

The fullness of his unrelieved lust, hard
and hot inside her is more than she can bear. Then he is moving, and she is
responding.

But there is something more she wants.
Twisting her head aside to break their kiss as he slowly thrusts into her
again, there is one last thing to beg of him.

�L-let-me� touch� you��

The whispered gasps reach his ears and he
stills, releasing his hold.

Wrists no longer pinioned, she embraces
him.

In turn, his hands ensure that both legs
encircle his waist, before they grasp her hips to keep her as close as
possible. Nipping and gifting fierce kisses along the proud curve of a pale
throat offered to the insistence of his mouth, there is no other movement.

Until she incites it, by rocking her pelvis
against his.

Then it becomes purposeful. But he takes
his time� Digging her fingers into his ribs, she wants more instead of cruel
teasing that tests her patience. Kissing him aggressively, murmuring against
his ear as his lips find her throat again� She desires him so badly that
mindless need almost consumes her.

And he relishes growing desperation. Feels
it in the way she arches up against him, hands clutching him closer, somewhat
husky tone stretched thin until it is about to break� and acquiesces.

Gradually picking up speed. Deliberately
forceful defiance inflames heady emotion and unleashes suppressed
passion.

Nails clutching at his back, each time he
withdraws makes her moan. In turn, flexing tightness each time he stops inside
her makes him groan. Repeated friction is addictive need. They�ve learnt to
prolong mutual satisfaction, and that this is anything but pain, even if the
sounds are somewhat similar.

Burying his face in the side of her neck
and inhaling mixed fragrance of sweat and lilies, sinking his teeth into soft
flesh but not breaking the skin, the source of his muted longing is delicious.
Coupled with the urgent press of his body meeting hers� intensity of his
unyielding rhythm threatens to drive her crazy, inducing fevered craving for an
end that only he can provide. She clings to him as if her sanity depends on it,
letting him go only to immediately draw him back again.

Whenever he surges into her, only her
shoulders touch the ground. The knowledge that she�s only like this with him,
verbally unashamed of expressing blatant appreciation, is a powerful
aphrodisiac. And the erratic murmurs of his name, heatedly inviting temptation
for more as she twists so sensuously beneath him� Listening to her cries become
more high-pitched and abrupt at the ends, he knows that she is about to come.

And
he obliges, pulling her against him and holding her tightly, suspending the
moment as their coiled spring of accumulated tension finally gives way and
unravels into all-consuming bliss� and the sight and sounds of her complete
release helps him come as well.

Feeling the telltale shiver of satiation
wracking her body, he cannot help but smile.

They lie together in the shadowy cavern,
enjoying the lazy aftermath. She nuzzles his chin with her nose, and then blows
gently at the hole in his throat. It tickles, making him squirm slightly but
unwilling to let her know of his enjoyment.

Then it hits, the silent beat of
strengthening peril resonating within the confines of his consciousness, like
the howl of a woken predator.

Feeling everything go rigid, she glances
up.

Those slit green eyes are now a bleached
hue resembling brittle leaves stripped of colour by winter, and the sweat that
breaks out is emphasised by a furrowed brow. There is a pinched-looking grimace
on his face, along with a tightly clenched jaw. He�s staring but not seeing
her, and the abrupt absence of warmth even as he shoves himself out of her arms
is shocking.

�StopGoawayNow-�

His back is turned, he�s doubled over, and
his hands have formed a self-lock of sorts to grasp opposite elbows. Hunched-up
shoulders are shaking slightly.

Nemu cannot tell if he is in pain but
moving towards him, she spoons herself about his body. His skin is like ice.
Reaching from behind to embrace him, she rests her head against his back, legs
stretched out alongside his.

His surprise is strangled and tangled with
an indefinable mixture of emotions.

�What-You-Leave-n�

�Ulquiorra��

And the sound of her voice diffuses through
two conflicting urges, of ravenous malice and ferocious resistance. Trying not
to succumb to the original aspect of himself� hurts. But the thought of
consequences, should it happen has even more effect. And that wash of reason
slowly but surely helps him force back his baser needs, as her words remind him
of times when he was� in control.

Neither of them knows how long it remains
like this, until he quietly speaks up.

�I� am fine. But you� what were you
thinking?!�

She doesn�t reply. He is now clutching her
arms.

�If I�couldn�t overcome, I would have
consumed your soul. Hollow souls are polar opposites of the energy they
normally absorb. What. Is. Wrong. With. You?!�

There�s no need to mention his Hollow past of
cannibalism. He is furious. Furious at himself for letting this happen. Furious
with her for being the cause of it. For making him care, for helping him
prevail, for worrying him over her fate if the dreaded alternative should
happen�

�If I had left and you�d�lost, what are the
chances that I�d be able to escape Hueco Mundo before you come after the
nearest desired source for sustenance?�

Fairly slim to non-existent would be the
case.

He is weary, and lingering chill in the
marrow of his bones has nothing to do with the atmosphere. It�s a warning that
he has to go out and feed relatively soon, but he�ll be able to delay a second
setback until the next morning (by which time, he intends to solve his
problem).

His body temperature is gradually returning
to normal.

�Nemu�I��

�Yes?�

�Cold� I need��

Getting up, she coaxes Ulquiorra back to
their temporary bed, and then proceeds to push him over, so she�s sitting
astride him.

Looking up at her, he�s puzzled. Then
enlightened, as long dark strands finally cover his legs. Closing his eyes as
she takes limp floppiness into her mouth, sighing as she stimulates a welcome
reaction with such careful consideration�

Nemu can taste the somewhat bitter mixture
of their exertions as she works on him. That should be enough� pulling away,
she positions herself.

Green stays on green, as she eases his
erection inside her. Knees are spread wider on either side of his hips; she
does not stop until it is certain he is firmly enveloped in her warmth. Then
with some careful manoeuvring, she is lying against him, head tucked beneath
his chin and hands gripping his shoulders.

Cool arms wrap about milk-white shoulders
and her lower back. Reassuring equilibrium is being established. Fingers
absently playing with flaxen strands, he is astonished to feel increasing
dampness against his throat.

Seeing tear tracks is disconcerting, and
why, or how does that happen?

�W-when the time is right, you�ll know.�

Is she crying for him?

�I-I don�t want you to be hurt��

She is. And it causes a strange stabbing pain
within his chest, somewhere between the lungs.

Rolling over but not dislodging their
connection, one hand cups her cheek. Wiping away translucent sorrow, then
stroking the swell of her lower lip, he apologizes. And bends to kiss her.

It is not lusty or passionate, but it is
suffused with tender comfort that is pure in unvoiced emotion.

Arms encircling his waist and back, she
returns his promise and snuggles closer.

All else is forgotten.

Divisions do not exist. Neither does
species or alliances. Only age-old vulnerability that is more beautiful for
being shared.
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