Title: Cold Moon

Authors: codegal & Eloni

Series: Bleach

Pairing: Grimmjow/Neliel

Rating: M

Summary: Through the deception and the lies, Nel will fight through it all to stand against the overlord she had once served, and team up with the teal-haired lone stranger in a bid to oust the evil from her home.

Warnings: cursing, smut (lots of it), blood

Notes: collaboration with codegal (go and R&R her stories, RAWR). I write the plot and codegal writes the smut.;) Think of this story as a multi-chaptered smutfic, because frankly, that’s what it was intended to be (not enough GrimmNel smut out there, WHY??!! D:). So be prepared, you’re about to find out exactly how pervy the Corruption Sisters are, kufufu.

Disclaimer: If we owned Bleach GrimmNel would be the most canon pairing in it (on-screen smex FTW! :3).

Chapter 1

Neliel stood up slowly from the ground, a slight wobble in her movements. She blinked so the dark spots dancing in front of her eyes would disappear. When she felt the momentary dizziness leave her she straightened out and looked around.

It seemed like she was left behind. After Orihime-chan was kidnapped again, Ichigo quickly took off after her, and now, even that tall Shinigami captain and his pink-haired vice-captain had disappeared as soon as they had felt the huge reiatsu wave of an Espada’s release.

The wind picked up and she had to squint so the sand wouldn’t get into her eyes. She moved to find a more sheltered area when something caught her attention from the corner of her eyes.

A motionless body… bright teal hair… barely noticeable, fluttering reiatsu.

She warily approached the defeated Arrancar, half-expecting him to get up and attack her with all the ferocity he had been fighting with against Ichigo. Her grip tightened on Gamuza’s hilt at that thought. Through a child’s eyes, he truly was frightening. Even when the orange haired Vizard had been fighting with his mask on, the Sexta still managed to keep pushing him around.

However, as she looked down at his battered body, she really couldn’t be afraid of him. He was unconscious but his brows were furrowed in pain and probably many conflicting emotions. His breathing was shallow but his body was fighting on, grasping onto life.

She crouched down next to him, her features becoming softer. She eyed him for a few moments before pushing herself up a little and sitting down next to him, her back propped against a nearby rock.

“Why did Ichigo save your life?” she asked aloud, without looking at him. “You are his enemy, aren’t you?”

She was staring far away ahead of herself, a musing look on her face. She was merely thinking aloud, not expecting him to answer.

“He is either that much of a good person…” she spoke up again and paused for a moment to look at him from the corner of her eyes. “or he doesn’t see you as his enemy anymore.” She finished with a contemplating expression.

Grimmjow didn’t answer, of course, but even if he did she thought he’d just say something about him not needing her help. She remembered him displaying a good amount of pride, even arrogance before his fight with Ichigo. After the battle started she mainly focused on the orange haired boy getting hurt but now in her adult form, she could recall almost every detail of their conversation.

“I haven’t decided if I should heal you or not.” She said openly, leaning closer to him. “I’m not sure whether you will act as a friend or a foe when your injuries don’t hinder you any longer.”

Grimmjow remained unconscious, the silent wind mussing up his already tousled hair.

In all honesty, Nel would have bet her money on him not trying to kill Ichigo again. That twisted honour in him wouldn’t have allowed him to do it. And watching that small flame of life slowly but surely blow out in him awakened that part of her that detested seeing decay and death.

She made up her mind. She would heal him; even if it meant she had to keep an eye on him from that moment on. She pushed herself away from the rock and kneeled next to him, placing Gamuza at her feet.

“You’re OK now,” Nel murmured as she stroked him tenderly, her fingers searching for any wounds that weren’t visible to the eye. It seemed that the most pressing wounds were the open flesh wounds that were still bleeding, and without proper care, were susceptible to infection.

Nel hesitated for but a moment before leaning down and letting her saliva pool and drip down onto the open wound. She tore a strip off her clothes and gently began wiping away the excess blood and dirt before leaning down and licking his wounds, making sure to spread her saliva all over to cover the wounds completely. It was with some shock that Nel felt a warm hand smoothing over her bottom to cup her rounded cheek as she bent over her patient. Startled, she looked up into his face, noting that his eyes were open; very blue and very dazed.

She placed a hand on his chest, trying to pull away from him lightly, though his other hand came down on top of them, pressing them firmly on his chest as his other hand traced a path from her cheek to the crevasse between and beyond. Nel couldn’t help the startled gasp that erupted from her mouth, nor the jolt of her body as it reacted to his hard, bold fingers brushing her sensitive folds.

She fought the rising heat within her, her mind spinning as she tried to take control of the intense sexual arousal that coursed through her. How was it that this virtual stranger was able to make her burn brighter than any other man she'd ever had a relationship with? Dear God, one brush of the man's fingers against her womanhood and she was ready to burst, ready to straddle his waist and find the release that her body was begging for.

She gave it one more try, honestly she did. She'd reigned in her senses long enough to remember that the man was injured, that she needed to tend to his wounds before they made his condition worse. She wrapped her other hand around the wrist of the hand that was holding her prisoner, intending to pull herself free of his grasp.

But it seemed that even while he was not fully conscious, Nel could not seem to loosen his hold. If anything else, his grip actually tightened on hers, while his devilish and knowledgeable fingers resumed its forays, stroking the sensitive lips of her womanhood. Those slight, brief brushes were too much. And like a dam bursting, Nel couldn't help the moan of desire that burst from her lips, nor could she help the way her hips began a rocking motion against his finger, or the way her fingers feverishly stroked his bare chest. White hot desire unfurled in her stomach and she leant down, wanting badly the taste of this man in her mouth.

The first slight brush of her lips against his sent a jolt of awareness through her, and she lifted her head slightly to look at his eyes. His blue gaze was still somewhat glazed over, but she could tell that he was slowly gaining awareness of his surroundings, of the situation at hand. Her gaze dropped back to his mouth, unconsciously licking her lips to find his taste on her. It was there, faint, teasing her senses, feeding her hunger for more.

She leant down again, placing her lips more firmly against his, her tongue slipping out to slide against his bottom lip, nibbling on it. Suddenly, two hard hands clamped on her waist, and she let out a muffled shriek as she was pulled from her kneeling position to sprawl on top of his body. A second later, any protest that she may have voiced was effectively quietened as the man took over the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers again and again, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth before sliding in to tangle with hers, to thrust in and out of her mouth. Moaning, Nel sucked on his tongue.

Goodness, the man knew how to kiss.

At Nel's bold move, a rumbling growl erupted from the man's chest and Nel's world spun as she suddenly found herself beneath his hard chest, his thighs shifting to part her legs, his fingers sliding over her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. The hard and defined bulge between her legs made Nel gasp and she squirmed in a bid to get closer to his heat. With a growl, the man yanked impatiently at Nel's top, the sound of the material ripping as her breasts were freed from the flimsy cloth. He immediately fastened his lips to her right breasts, encircling the nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth with firm, strong pulls, his fingers squeezing and stroking her left breast, bringing the nipple to attention.

Nel moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his head closer to her breast. It was so good, so very good. The heat built and spread, and abruptly she felt that she needed more. There was too much material between them, and she wanted him naked, wanted him to take her here and now and not to waste another second. She lifted her lips against his, her legs coming up to curl around his hips, her fingers running through his hair before sliding down his neck, his broad shoulders, down his muscled back to cup his buttocks, pulling him closer into her intimate embrace.

"Fuck," he swore, his eyes closing as he pressed his hard ridge against her centre, letting himself rock between her legs while the sensations drove them both crazy.

"Not wanting a dry-fuck. I gotta get this in you."

He pulled back and looked at her, his eyes narrowed as he assessed her need. Neliel bit her bottom lip, giving him a sultry look. At the blatant come-hither look, he growled, flipping her onto her stomach. She gave shocked gasp, and turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. He gave her a wide smirk before leaning down to lift her hips, putting her on her knees. He lifted her flimsy skirt, baring her to his gaze, and he paused to look his fill at her flesh. He placed one hand on her ass and lifted his other hand to touch her, grinning at the way she quivered at his touch.

He pushed his finger deep into her, his thumb sliding down to stroke her swollen clit, and her hips bucked, pushing back against his hand. Abruptly, the need to enter her overcame him, and he leant back to undo his obi, loosening the sash to pull at his hakama, freeing his erection. He moved closer behind her, positioning her in front of him properly before guiding his penis to her soft entrance, rubbing the tip against the wetness there, spreading it around. Nel moaned loudly and thrusted back against him impatiently. Giving a short bark of laughter, he leant over her, his arm encircling her torso, resting against the underside of her breasts.

"You're mine now," he muttered fiercely before thrusting into her. At the feel of his heavy flesh pushing past her slick and swollen folds, Nel gave a helpless cry and arched her back, needing the penetration to be deeper. He pushed in before withdrawing slightly, the slow pull of his motions sending her nerve endings rioting, and Nel breathed hard, trying to control her body's frantic response. He pushed forward again, going deeper, repeating the motions until he was finally inside her, his penetration complete, his penis burning her with its heat, bruising her with its fullness.

She moaned, wanting to move, wanting the sweet oblivion that lay just out of her reach. She started to rock her hips, but his arm around her tightened, forcefully stopping her movement. He held her still as he pulled back and stroked her with his penis, slowly, fully. Nel cried out at the teasing stroke, wanting to bury him deep inside her, wanting to fight against the arm imprisoning her, but she was helpless to his strength, and waited in unbearable anticipation for the next stroke that would push her to completion.

Another slow, teasing stroke had her screaming, had her body quivering for release. But still, he held her with his dominant hold and ruthlessly stroked the fires within her even hotter, even higher, giving her yet another shallow thrust. Having taken pleasure beyond belief, Nel thrashed her head, whimpering loudly for release. His voice was hoarse and strained as he replied, "No, not fucking yet, it’s too good to stop right now."

He fed her with another stroke, and that last thrust was the breaking point for her. She screamed, the fingers of one hand clamping onto the iron band that was wrapped around her while her other hand reached behind her to grab at his hip, pulling him into her. The surprise from the sudden movement had him growling in pleasure, both hands clamping down on her hips as he pulled her hard against his thrusts, pounding into her deep and rough, taking his pleasure with her.

The coil tightened within her, and Nel thrust back against him, rotating her ass against his penis as he slammed into her over and over again. And suddenly, it was upon her, the flooding release that she had craved, and she arched her back as she stiffened against him, her inner muscles clamping down on his impaling flesh, milking him.

Nel heard a growl above her as he thrusted into her once, twice before spewing his hot seed into her, flooding her with warmth as he came. She moaned nonsensically to herself as her body trembled in the aftermath, her arms no longer able to hold herself up, and she slumped down on the ground, breathing hard. He joined her in the next moment, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his breath.

The wind was slightly knocked out of her as his weight settled on top of her. With a small groan she turned and rolled him off of her. She pushed herself up on her knees and attempted to brush the sand off of her skin. It clung to her body everywhere.

When she was somewhat clean, she reached toward her sorry excuse for clothes as well as her sword. Grimmjow chose that moment to speak up.

“Where are you going?”

She paused and her eyes shifted to him. He was still lying in the same position she had left him, a smirk playing on his lips. Apparently, he was very pleased with himself.

She lowered her eyes to the ground, her brows furrowing slightly as she was trying to decide what option she should choose. She could go and search for Ichigo, offering him her alliance and try to help him to free Orihime-chan. Or she could go to the palace and reclaim her rank among the Espada. Her frown deepened at that thought. That would mean she had to go back to her old lifestyle and resume fighting.

She shook her head and straightened up. “I’m going to search for Pesche and Dondochakka.”

Grimmjow sat up with a sudden movement, a confused expression on his face. “Who are they?”

“My fracción. We got separated a couple of hours ago. I can feel their reiatsu somewhere inside the dome, though it’s a very faint sign.”

“And what after that?” came the unexpected question and Nel’s head whipped back to Grimmjow. His smirk was gone and he wore a serious, contemplating expression. He turned his head away from her and looked somewhere toward the Five Towers.

“What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled.

“I was watching you fight Nnoitra and I heard everything that you were talking about. I know that you used to be a loyal Espada. But with fighting that bastard and siding with Kurosaki, you basically rebelled against Aizen.” He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Are you going to try creep into his favour again?” the question was asked in such a malicious tone she could instantly conclude the Sexta’s opinion about a possible positive answer.

“Aizen-sama has never given me a reason to turn my back on him.” She said guardedly.

Grimmjow snorted. “You must have been kicked outta here a long time ago. Aizen has been using us as his weapons for some time now. Guess you could figure it out by now from all the reiatsu in the dome but the war broke out and it’s all thanks to Aizen.”

Neliel’s eyes widened slightly at that and her hand unconsciously tightened on Gamuza. “I’m sure he has a good reason to engage in war.”

The teal haired man snorted again. “Yeah, his selfish aims. He treats us nicely and with refined manners, assuring us that as long as we serve him we will never lose. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who notices that he is bullshitting us.”

The ex-Espada kept looking at him with a musing expression before she let out a sigh and turned her head away. “I’m not willing to trouble myself with that at the moment. I need to find my fracción first. Everything else can wait.”

Grimmjow just clicked his tongue in reply and stood up. He was reaching for his own clothes when he noticed two familiar reiatsu nearing them.

“You feel that?” he asked and Nel’s head perked up. Grimmjow arched an eyebrow when he noticed that her eyes lit up and she broke into a smile.

“Ichigo!” she exclaimed happily when the orange haired Vizard shunpo’d in front of them. He had one arm around Orihime’s waist who was holding onto his shoulder so they could move forward at his speed.

“Sorry Nel, we don’t have time to chat. I need to get- why the HELL are you naked?!”

Everybody seemed to pause at that. Ichigo was pointing at her with a slightly shaky finger, his face bright red. His eyes slowly shifted to Grimmjow who was equally naked. Orihime gasped and shielded her eyes. The two Arrancar exchanged glances and Grimmjow shrugged.

A vein popped on the Vizard’s temple.

“Inoue, help Nel get dressed. I have some business with this bastard here.” He said in a strained voice and reached for Zangetsu.

He was about to dash forward and beat the living hell out of the Sexta for daring to even glance at Nel the wrong way but Orihime’s voice stopped him.

“Kurosaki-kun, we shouldn’t waist time here.” She said in a low voice. Ichigo gritted his teeth and grumbled something under his breath but complied.

“Alright, but don’t think you can get away with it.” He grunted, addressing his words to Grimmjow who merely grinned in return. “We need to get to Karakura Town as soon as possible. Can one of you open a Garganta for us?”

They nodded in unison and Nel, who managed to put on her clothes while they were talking, stepped forward, extending her arm, ready to open the portal.

“Wait.”

She blinked and turned to Grimmjow who was finishing tying his obi around his narrow waist and dusting off his hakama.

“Let me do it.” He murmured and before the green haired woman could ask why, a dark Garganta ripped through space.

“Thanks Grimmjow.” Ichigo said and inclined his head. He quickly grabbed hold of Orihime and they disappeared into the portal without any further talk.

Grimmjow huffed and scratched the back of his head before bending down for his jacket.

“I owed both of them.” He explained briefly when he saw Nel’s quizzical look. He shrugged on the tattered cloth and pushed Pantera into his obi. “I know you’re worried about your fracción but I have a feeling that we should follow them.”

“A feeling?”

“Yeah… Something is about to happen in Karakura. If you really want to protect the kid like you had said then you should come with me.”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. Before Nel could even blink he disappeared from sight, most probably reappearing on the other side of the gate. She exhaled loudly, her eyes closing. She searched for the reiatsu of her fracción and found them with relative ease. It seemed like they were both fine, not to mention accompanied by a much stronger entity. She hoped to God it stayed that way till they could meet again.

She felt the rush of air around herself as she sonido’d to the gate. With one last look to Las Noches she passed through.

The sight that greeted her on the other side made her gasp in shock.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N (Eloni): We started writing this before chapter 380 came out so the story will not stick to canon that much. That and I think you noticed that we ignored that Nel turned back to a child in the

Expect this story to be updated slower than most fics, because even though two people write it that doesn’t make the process any easier or faster. If anything, it’s possible that one of us will be long done with her part while the other (namely lazy-ass codegal; don’t interrupt me, perv:hm) is busy with other things, thus delaying the update. So please be considerate when demanding updates.:)