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Grimmjow: Reconciling The Past	By : Kisuke.LikeABoss Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Retribution

With as much speed as he could assemble, he ran them both to the abandoned house of the former Tres Espada. At first he wanted nothing more than to tear the place down. But he found himself, only in the past few years making this place livable again. Coming whenever his time was free, he didn't really know or understand at the time why he felt the need to that. Now he knew it was for when his woman returned. Even though he thought she was dead, his body wouldn't let him forget, compelling him to make this place right for her.

He'd dug a channel from the stream up the sandy hill from here and he'd placed a small pond on the side where she'd fallen. He opened up the wall and made a balcony to overlook the pond. Along the wall that exploded on the inside, he made a new outdoor room. So gone were the bloody grounds and holes from the battle she'd had before disappearing from his life.

Grimmjow marched her into the house and ran straight for her old room. He left this room exactly as she'd had it. He tossed her onto the bed, the same bed he'd turned away from her on. Before crawling onto the bed with her, he removed his boots and the Arrancar top that was torn to shreds, from his recent battles.

She laid there half sitting against the headboard, with her knees up and pressed together, one of her delicate hands at her mouth, trying to hold her breath back as she watched the male specimen stalk her. The other hand held the top of the headboard as if to keep her from jumping him again.

"Is everything as I left it here?" Nelliel asked him as he climbed onto her bed.

He moved slowly, his eyes full of blue heat as he made his way up her bed to her knees. "Yea, I just fixed up the structure. Everything here is like you had it."

"Good!" she exclaimed and then she reached behind the mattress and pulled up two leather straps each attached to heavy chains. The chains were further attached to the footings of the bed. 'Huh? How come he never noticed those before?' he thought to himself.

He watched her as she attached one of the straps to her own wrist. The other she thrust to him and left her wrist on display, for him to shackle her to the bed. When he did, she had both arms spread out and save for the slightest slack; she really couldn't move them.

Looking at her like this he couldn't contain his erection in his pants any longer. He removed the confining material and tossed them to the ground. Grimmjow stood there for a moment letting her admire his body. The body he got just for this woman. When she licked her lips, he nearly came right there. He walked himself forward, until his shaft was just before her succulent, plump lips. He rocked it on them and she stuck her tongue out to rotate over it.

"Hsssss …," He sucked in his breath at the feel of her wet tongue on him and then he stopped breathing as she sucked him into her mouth. He braced a hand against the wall above the bed, as her mouth tormented him, while the other he threaded into her hair and grasped the back of her head. He thrust his hips forward and a small cry escaped Nelliel's lips.

"Hmm..," she hummed as she sucked and teased him. He began to push his cock into her mouth faster and he could see tears drip from her eyes. He pulled it out and cupped her cheek, lifting her face upwards to view her eyes. There in her features was pure pleasure.

"I want more," she begged him.

"Oh baby, you'll get more," Grimmjow promised. "But if you keep that up, were not gonna get to the good stuff."

She smiled deviously and said, "The more you torture me, the more I like it." He looked at Nelliel for a moment, until realization dawned on him and his eyes widened.

"You're a…?" his words trailed off into the ether and he began thrusting violently into her mouth again. He ignored her cries and her tears. He just concentrated on the pleasure her still sucking mouth and evil tongue played on his member.

"Ahh… haa… hmm… ughh," he moaned as he gave one final thrust and his forehead crashed against the wall, while both his hands grabbed the back of hers. He didn't remove himself until every last drop of his cum, was swallowed down her elegant throat.

When she was allowed to breathe again she motioned for him to come to her. He bent one knee and crouched onto the other, then drove his tongue into her mouth, tasting the remnants of his own flavor. As he kissed her, he ripped open the remainder of her flimsy upper garb, leaving the bottom part intact for sport. He hurled a hand between her legs, to feel her moist heat.

"Ahh… umm," came her response, as Grimmjow worked his way down to her oversized breasts. Grasping with one hand and filling his mouth with it, he was delighted when her moans escaped once again.

He filled her with two of his long thick fingers, thrusting them in and out of her. Listening to her cries, he was already starting to get another hard-on. He moved his mouth down her flat belly, and removed his fingers from her. He enjoyed the sound of disappointment she had made; he knew she wouldn't be for long. He grabbed her from beneath, heaving her thighs vigorously skyward and plunged his face on her.

"Ahh, YES! CAT! YES!" screamed Nelliel. He laughed deeply as he licked her, remembering the name she'd first called him. She pulled at the straps; they whined at her might and began to tear off the chains. He stroked his rough tongue against her clit, the tongue she'd wanted on her all those years ago.

Digging his robust fingers into her thighs he pried her legs further apart, his tongue gained entry to her core. Her juices trickled onto it and he drank her up. Her legs were quivering as she wrapped them around his neck and pushed his head closer to her. He sank his teeth onto her apex drawing a ravaged cry from her. He drew circles with his tongue around her, provoking her to buck her hips forward.

Circling his arm from her thigh around her hip and with his thumb and forefinger, he spread her open like a flower. He inhaled her scent and plagued her tip once again. With his other hand he lifted it from her thigh and began to besieged, her entry with a new assailment from his fingers. Nelliel's moans of satisfaction grew louder and rowdier as he sucked at her to obtain her orgasm. And with that, she tore the straps, chains and all from her bed fittings, causing the bed to buckle.

Undeterred by this, he lifted himself up and grasping her waist, pulled her down onto his sturdy, solid cock. "Ahh…," they both keened. Grimmjow paused with his head thrown back in elation, to savor the feel of his owner on him like he'd always wanted her. Her back was completely arched with his support under her, he leaned forward and licked her from her belly, lingering at one of her nipples and ending with a firm bite at her neck.

He growled harshly and lifted her from the fallen bed into his demanding arms; one still at her back, the other cupped her ass and thrust his shaft hard up into her. Her wail of ecstasy was enough to undo him, but he wasn't going to allow that yet.

Nelliel wrapped her still leather bound wrists around his neck, as he embarked on lifting them off the bed and slamming her into the far wall. The plaster of it crumpled bit by bit at his sure assaults on her. As he thrust into her harder, Grimmjow bent his head and bit her at her breast, drawing blood. He took his time licking it up, in long slow strokes. He could feel her squeezing his cock with her inner muscles; she was going to quake over him again. He pounded into her faster as she came.

He pulled out of her and threw her to the ground, where she landed on her knees. He bent behind her and grabbing that fistful of teal hair he'd been dreaming of. Grimmjow forced her back against his chest. He pumped up into her and with his free hand gripped her breast, squeezing roughly.

"So who owns who now?" he asked her flippantly.

She giggled in between sharp breaths, "I will always own you, Cat!" she told him and squeaked as he tried to rip her in two from where they were connected.

"Honey, I'd say… that… right now… this… cat… owns… you!" he hollered, as he felt himself coming undone. He pushed her forward, releasing her hair and clenched his hands at her hips and ground into her rear. Amongst a thunderous rumble, Grimmjow snarled his climax with a final long, hard plunge. They both collapsed and blacked out from the immense pleasure.

Grimmjow awoke sharply, looking around the room for his woman when he found her not by his side. He sat up from his position on the floor and took note of the state of it; the wall was ruined as well as the bed. A small smirk came to his lips as he recalled why they are like that. He could feel her reiatsu, so she wasn't far.

Nelliel was in her bathroom collecting a washcloth she wetted and a basin with warm soapy water. When she woke up she found that she was still her normal adult self, she feared she would revert to her child form. She had showered and decided she'd treat the cat, to a thorough scrubbing. She walked back into her room to see he was awake and sitting up, looking around the room. Their eyes met and heat built up in her again. From the look he gave her, he was getting heated again as well.

She settled her dish of water next to him, and without speaking a word she raised the warm washcloth, squeezed it out and beginning from his face, commenced in the most sensual cleansing Grimmjow had ever experienced. To try to distract himself, at least for a little while, he asked her about her life before they met.

"Hmmm, no one ever asked me that before and I never thought about it. But I don't remember much before I became a Vasto Lordes. I was however not the only one at the time. Baraggan had already risen to power long before then. Harribel came after me, and Ulquiorra was the last of the original Vasto Lordes," she informed him.

"Shit, you're an old lady huh?" he joked at her.

She laughed at that and continued, "Aizen approached me after I was in a battle for my life with a large group of Adjuchas. He asked me if I thought this was all there was to being a hollow. And if I wanted he could show me there was more. So I took him up on his offer. I was the third Arrancar he turned and was immediately ranked as Tres."

The conversation distracted them both some, but Grimmjow could feel himself getting hot as Nelliel worked her cloth down and washed his cock, very methodically. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, breathing heavily. His eyes shot open when he felt her kiss him.

Nelliel rose from her position, setting down the fabric and kissed her panther. Slowly she licked and nipped at his lips, then pressed her tongue into his mouth. He reached his hand up and tangled his fingers in her hair and angled his head to the side. This was the first time they really spent doing just this.

She lifted herself from the floor next to him and perched her body on his lap. He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her in close. They pulled their lips away from each other as they caught their breath and looked into each other's eyes. The silence between them spoke of all the things they refused to say out loud.

"So you wanna tell me what happened? When you disappeared?" he asked the question he'd been dreading the answer to. "All I know is, according to Nnoitra, he defeated you in combat and forced you to leave."

"Ha! Of course the insect would say something like that," Nelliel said in outrage. "He was tiring of being overwhelmed by me. In his desperation he tore Dondochakka and Pesche's masks off, to incite me, which he achieved in doing. Then," she continued without noticing the Arrancar beneath her getting more and more infuriated. "He tricked me with some hologram and struck me from behind, cracking my mask. But I fell into unconsciousness after that so…" she stopped when she was heaved off his lap and he stood. He dressed himself so quickly she barely blinked and he was gone. "Oh no," was all she said as she rushed to get herself dressed.

Grimmjow raced his way back to the body of Nnoitra. He didn't care at that moment if he was dead or not. He was going to tear him limb from limb. The only thoughts crossing his mind now were, of Nelliel. How long was she in that child form? She was completely helpless all this time! And that bastard just kept his shit up. Always inciting him, knowing what had happened to her! He pushed harder.

When he arrived at the spot Nnoitra's body was left, there was nothing. The scorch marks were there, but no sign of the Quinta Espada. He reached out with Pesquisa and searches the area for any spiritual pressure matching Nnoitra's. 'Got you!' he remarks to himself as he runs off in the direction of the reiatsu.

Nnoitra was barely able to move when he emerged from the fire, his Resurrección was gone. "That faqin BITCH! Dafaq she think she is!? When I find you Pet-sama, we're gonna have ourselves another go! And IMMA RETURN THE FAQIN FAVOR!" he screams. He scarcely felt the upcoming spiritual pressure, but when he did he had his Zanpakutō at the ready for the clash about to come. Snarling in front of Nnoitra was the enraged Sexta.

"You faqin sonovaBITCH!" Grimmjow raged at him and thrust his blade at Nnoitra. He never gave the Quinta a chance for a counter, as he continuously bashed at him with strikes from his sword, kicks and punches. The senior Espada was taken back but not down.

"Hahaha, you again!? Why don't you just die!? You've been a pain in the ass since you first got here!" Nnoitra retorted at Grimmjow. All the Sexta's frustration from the past century came out onto his blows. With one elbow to the face and a swipe of his sword, Grimmjow propelled the Quinta into the air and across the sand. He crashed into a column.

"Fuck You, You muthafuhka!" Grimmjow bellowed as his Sonído brought him up close to the insect. "You're the sonovabitch that took her away! You caused her to become helpless! You ruined my life!"

Just as Grimmjow was about to fell his final blow onto Nnoitra, it was stopped by another's' Zanpakutō. His piercing blue eyes questioned the hazel ones, as he looked up to find his owner had halted his pursuit.

"Grimm, he's not even worth your effort. Come home," she said simply. Suddenly from above there was a massive release of reiatsu. They felt the Resurrección of the Cuatro Espada, it was so powerful Nnoitra and Grimmjow fell to their knees.

"Shit! That bastard must be having a time if he had to release that!" remarked the Sexta. As soon as he made the comment, he was slashed in the arm by Nnoitra.

"Didn't I tell you once, PAY ATTENTION TO THE TASK AT HAND!" the Quinta thundered. "But I'd rather have a go with you bitch!" With that he made his way to the former Tres.

Nelliel readied herself for the fight and raised her sword at Nnoitra. She never got the opportunity as Grimmjow stepped between the two, "No faqin way! You're MINE!" His eyes told Nelliel to stay out. The now century old feud, began again. Although this time something seemed different. Nnoitra wasn't up to par with him! Maybe it was the fight with Orihime, maybe it was his anger. He just knew that this time he was going to win!

The battle was on, and Grimmjow stuck the insect low sweeping him at the feet. Nnoitra's Sonído brought him high up and diving down at the Sexta. He swung his sickle sword connecting with Grimmjow's side and hoisting him upwards into the sky. With his blood splashing out of him, he returned the attack with "Gran Rey Cero!" The blue cero smashed straight on into the Quinta. Nnoitra tumbled down but not before he returned the cero with one of his own.

Grimmjow dodged the blast and flew down to him, smashing his swords handle into Nnoitra's face as he fell. The insect plummeted to the sandy ground. Nnoitra was so beaten by Orihime, and the continued thrashing from Grimmjow was causing him to diminish faster. Suddenly another blast of spiritual pressure caused both males to crumble to the sand.

"Whadafaq was that!?" yelled Grimmjow. But he had no time to worry over it, as Nnoitra thought he'd been distracted. Jumping to his feet he blocked the sword strike from his longtime opponent. "You're so getting fucked up now, asshole!" he told the senior Espada.

"The only way you'll do that is to kill me, fucker!" snapped Nnoitra.

They clashed their swords again, as Nelliel watched the battle. When she felt the second rise in reiatsu she knew it came from Ulquiorra, but she had never felt him that powerful before. With that much power he was more formidable then even Starrk or Yammy. Then there was another. This one she knew to be Ichigo's and he was not the Shinigami she remembered when he fell to Nnoitra. But she couldn't really focus on that as her panther was taking out the insect. She'd never gotten the opportunity to see him fight as an Arrancar with her adult eyes. He was more amazing then she could have pictured.

As they fought the two blasts of reiatsu nearly came over both fighters, but they continued to rage on. Nnoitra was going down fast, until suddenly a final release and dissipation of Ulquiorra's reiatsu caused all three Espadas to collapse to the ground. The backs of Nelliel and Grimmjow burned, while Nnoitra's pointy tongue felt on fire. When they stood up again they saw the new numbers they possessed.

Nelliel reached out to Grimmjow's tattoo, and traced the number 3. "You're the Tres Grimm!" she told him. His face was full of delight with that news. She turned for Grimmjow to see hers. What he traced made him gasp.

"What? What happened Grimm?" she asked slightly panicked like she was in her child form.

"Number 1 Nelliel, you're the Primera Espada. That means Starrk is gone," he observed.

They turned their attention to Nnoitra. His face grimaced. He refused to show the number he'd attained. Nelliel brought her blade to his throat. "Show me!" she told the insect. When he opened his mouth and his tongue spilled out, there on it was a number they never would have expected to see.

"Oh Shit! Ulquiorra is gone too!" Grimmjow pronounced.

With the new ranks established among the three Espada present. Grimmjow faced Nnoitra again. "Let's go, you insect!"

Nnoitra seemed slightly more hesitant then before but if he was going to die at least it would be from a higher ranking male Espada. The fight this time didn't take so long as Grimmjow thoroughly thrashed the new Cuatro Espada. He readied to slice his throat, when he looked to Nelliel.

"For fuck's sakes, really? C'mon Nelliel, he faqin deserves it!" he argued.

"And he can live with the fact that he will always be a loser," she told him with certainty.

Grimmjow removed his sword and walked to his owner. Grabbed the Primera by her waist and tethered her to his side. They began to walk away, when Nnoitra screamed and thrust his blade at her back, aiming to end her at that moment. She took everything away from him. She doesn't deserve the Primera Rank!

Grimmjow threw his woman to the side as he was watching Nnoitra hoping he'd be fool enough to make a move. He spun around and thrust his Zanpakutō into the insect's chest through to the other side out his back. Grimmjow effectively severed the soul chain of the Cuatro.

"You lose dipshit! Now you're not even an Espada," Grimmjow informed him. Removing the sword he retrieved Nelliel and took them both back to her home. Leaving the now former Espada in the dunes of Las Noches, all through the landscape his screams could be heard.

When they got to the Tres' Home and yes this was still the Tres' home, they bypassed all formalities and headed straight to the bedroom. They would resume where they had left off from before. After much time had passed and their energy was spent, they lay on the floor of the once again thoroughly thrashed room, and questioned what had happened to their rankings.

"My guess is those dick's that left with Aizen are completely fucked. As for me, I dunno how I got the Tres, but I'm not complaining," Grimmjow commented.

"Ulquiorra… What happened to him?" Nelliel questioned.

"Who knows, maybe that little punk Shinigami took the dick out," Grimmjow remarked, no longer caring for the topic of discussion. He slinked his way down his woman's body, until he was right where his attention wanted to be. As he began a new assault on the wet heat between her legs, Nelliel had only a few moments of thought before she was taken under the Tres' spell.

'Something happened to you Ulquiorra, but what? You didn't feel like you had completely faded when your reiatsu dissipated…'

Somewhere on the streets of Tokyo…

There was a young boy; he was crouched down on the street in this dirty back ally. He had black hair that he used to cover up his unusually green eyes. He can't remember much, but he knows he needs to be in a town, somewhere near this place. And he can remember red hair. His clothes are torn and one could see on his pale but not quite bleached skin there was a tattoo. His tattoo read the number 0.
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