Shinigami Women's Secret Society

Ok, here we go.  It’s been a while since my last update so this chapter is EXTRA long.  I know I took super long with this update, but what can I say…I’m just slow.  I have no real excuse.  Thanks to everyone that’s been reading whether you review or not.  

MomOfFluffyAndFluffier – You’ve given me more pairing ideas than I know what to do with but I’ll definitely try to get at least some of them in. lol. You sick puppy you.

Bleachfan7 – I’m sorry if I made Orihime a little too…dim, but honestly I just can’t stand the girl.  Don’t get me wrong I don’t want anything to happen to her, she’s too sweet for that, but she just makes me want to drink…more than I do already.  That being said, I’ll make it up to ya when it’s finally her go. J

Mizperceived – I freaking love you too!!!!!!

Codry – I think Kenpachi will figure it out eventually…or maybe Unohana will just tell him. idk

Disclaimer: I own nothing…of course

Now on with the show.

"What the…?" Yoruichi snatched the camera from Rukia's hand and all but smashed her face against the small screen. The others scrambled to get a look.

"I can't seeeee," whined Mashiro.

Kukaku reached in, attempting to take the camera away from Yoruichi, but her hand was smacked away.

"Come on, Yo, stop fucking around," the Shiba heiress demanded. Yoruichi looked down at the camera one last time, shook her head in disbelief and handed it to Nemu.

"Set it up," she said, and within minutes the camera was connected to the projector screen they had stolen…er, borrowed from Kisuke. The first picture came up and there was a collective gasp. It was a perfect profile picture.

"Holy shit, Kukaku yelled, scooting her chair closer to the screen.

"Holy shit is right," Lisa agreed quietly.

The rest of the group nodded their heads absentmindedly. They were entranced by the sexy scientist slideshow. Not a single word was spoken until the picture that Rukia had almost completely forgotten about popped up.

"What the…stop it here!" When the image instead switched to some mortal schoolgirls making funny faces Yoruichi spun around in exasperation. "Nemu!"

"My apologies, Lady Yoruichi," the lieutenant said absently. She thought she knew everything there was to know about her father…captain, whatever. Not that she cared what or who he did. It was just that she thought he hated his former captain. Oh well, next picture…

"NEMU!" the whole group exclaimed in unison as a shot of Orihime being hugged by a redhead in glasses came up.

Startled out of her reverie, Nemu jumped then fumbled with the camera for a moment before she went back to the picture of the shrine. She watched as Yoruichi walked toward the screen with her mouth hanging open. "Where is this?" the noblewoman asked no one in particular.

"I saw it in Captain Kurotsuchi's closet," Rukia piped up. "Crazy, right? What do you think it means?"

"It means that for once he wants to be someone's specimen," Kukaku told the group. "And with a body like that he just might get his wish. Kisuke's a sick fuck."

"No matter what he looks like he's still a freak. I couldn't imagine him having sex…with anyone. Even I'm not that curious," Lisa joked.

"He is not as averse to sexual intercourse as you all suppose," Nemu stated casually.

The room went completely silent. Every eye was on the Twelfth Squad lieutenant.

“How do you know that,” the spectacled visored asked.

Briefly glancing around at the curious faces around her, she continued.

"Extensive observation and research."

"What do you mean extensive observation and research," Isane finally spoke up, unable to hold her tongue and longer.  She swallowed hard and looked around the room at the unreadable faces. No one even blinked, afraid of what the answer would be.

Before Nemu could respond Yoruichi stood abruptly. "Ok, that's enough," she said, holding her hand up. "All of you sit down. We have a lot to do, so unless you wanna be in here all night…shut up."

As everyone shuffled to their seats Yoruichi called Mashiro up to the front to take the oath, making her a bona fide member of the Society. She was given a white gold necklace with the word 'Spoiled' on it, and became so excited upon receiving the gift that they practically had to strap her to her seat. The floor was turned over to Rangiku to begin the lesson, but before she could even get started she was interrupted by a boisterous Kukaku.

"Whose turn is it this week?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Rangiku looked to Yoruichi for assistance.

"Nel," Youruichi called out after a few moments of rummaging through stacks of paper.

"Ok, Nel, you heard your captain," Ran said with a smirk, "Get up here and pick a name."

"I hope you get old Yamamoto," Kukaku teased as the former Espada made her way to the front.

"Shut up, you dummy," Nel replied casually as she dug her hand in the small chest and felt around, "or I'll go resurreccionon you and stick my hoof up your ass." She pulled out a small piece of paper and read the name. "Ooo, Byakuya. YESSSSSSSSS!"

She did a little jig across the floor, ignoring the cries of protest coming from all around the room.

"That's not fair!" wailed Mashiro, and surprisingly, Nanao.

"It seems Captain Kuchiki has a bit of a fan club," Unohana noted with a smile.

"Good luck," said Kukaku. "He's so stiff… and not in a good way. If he even lets you near him the most action you'll see is at one of those calligraphy meetings."

Nel stopped her dance abruptly as the truth of what Kukaku said hit her. This was Byakuya they were talking about. Yes, he was quite possibly the most beautiful person she had ever seen. He's so fine with that kiss-my-ass expression that you almost want to tell him to turn around and drop his hakama so that you could oblige him. He makes you want to slap every other man you see for having the audacity to not look like him, and the worst part is…he knows it.

"Damn," Nel said crossing her arms over her chest and stewing on the seemingly insolvable issue.

"Yup. Damn is right. So dance your little ass right back to your seat," Kukaku said with a grin.

"Ok, well, that was fun," Rangiku loudly drew everyone's attention away from the pouting Nel.

"This week we'll be learning about the Art of Seduction."

Week 5: Neliel Tu Odelschwanck and Byakuya Kuchiki

Mission: The Art of Seduction – Byakuya's Pride

Day 1

"Why did I have to get Byakuya?" Nel complained as she hammered back her fourth drink. The female foursome was at Kukaku's for their regularly scheduled debauchery. They decided to pass on the bar tonight, not wanting to risk being attacked by Chuck Norris again or having nameless sex with questionably gay men. If they got too drunk they could all pass out and be perfectly safe.

"I mean, don't get me wrong… he's sexy even with that accordion thing in his hair, and his voice makes me wanna sit on his—"

"NEL!" Yoruichi interrupted, throwing a pillow at her lieutenant's face. Kukaku's boisterous laugh filled the room as she fell over onto the floor. "I was going to say his pride," Nel slurred with a smirk, tossing the pillow back at her commanding officer.

"What's so funny?" Rangiku asked, returning from her hundredth trip to the bathroom.

"Nel wants to sit on Byakuya's pride!" Another pillow was launched across the room and nailed Kukaku right in the face. She glared at Yoruichi who just smirked at her in return.

"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," the blonde beauty joked. "I mean think about it, it's gotta be huge."

"His cock?" Nel questioned.

"No.  His pride. Isn't that what we were talking about?" Rangiku gave Nel a knowing look then plopped down on the floor.

Nel quickly scrambled up and put on an 'I'm-disgusted-with-you-and-you-smell-like-shit-oh-yeah-BANKAI' look on her face. "I must be an arrogant prick, my pride demands it," the arrancar intoned in a fair approximation of the Kuchiki lord. They all burst out laughing.

"That is sooooo Byakuya," Yoruichi said, clutching her sides.

Nel changed expressions again, dropping her voice a couple octaves, "Lie on your back. I must enter you. My pride demands it." They all laughed again. "I can't even imagine him having sex. He probably has noble, aristocratic, missionary position sex. Don't even think about changing positions…pleasure and excitement is not allowed."

"Yea, I'm pretty sure he's unseducable. I mean… I've never seen his facial expression change…like ever. It's gonna be pretty hard to seduce him while he's scowling at you like that." Rangiku paused to sip her drink then continued. "If you pull this off you'll go down in the seductress hall of fame or something."

The other women nodded in agreement and promptly began concocting a plan to subdue and ultimately rape Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi, leaving Nel alone to figure out how to simply seduce the Noble Captain Kuchiki.

Day 2

Byakuya eyed each member of the committee he'd been placed in charge of. His lieutenant sat to his left, the only other sane person there, while to his left, the brute Kenpachi Zaraki loomed. Lieutenant Odelschwanck the former third Espada was next to her demon cat of a captain, Yoruichi Shihoin. Beside Yoruchi sat Coyote Starrk, the lazy Ninth Squad lieutenant and former Primera Espada. That idiotic genius Kisuke Urahara and Ichigo Kurosaki the former substitute shinigami, saviors of the Soul Society, were present, as well as the leader of the Visoreds, Shinji Hirako. Head Captain Yamamoto had become paranoid in the months following the war. Any sign of hollow activity and he wanted it investigated. Better safe than sorry, Byakuya supposed, but he was really in no mood for the group's foolishness. They all knew they were only meeting to put the Head Captain's mind at ease. Captain Urahara and Lieutenant Kurosaki had already gone to the human world and determined there was no threat. Though he had to admit that they would be a formidable group should any real peril present itself.

"It's so boring around here lately I'm gonna lose my mind if nothing happens soon," Ichigo said, resting his chin on his fist. "I was praying we found something when we went to the my world the other day."

"You'd rather fight a hollow than me? What kind of pussy shit is that!" Kenpachi grumbled.

Byakuya was about to point out to Captain Zaraki that there were ladies present just as Yoruichi pulled a bottle of saké out of her robe. At the same time, Nel produced cups from her cleavage, enough for everyone.

"Do you have a cabinet in there?" Kisuke quipped.

"Feel free to rummage around in my junk, Captain" she shot back.

'Ladies indeed,' Byakuya thought.

They would have to be there no less than an hour for it to appear they'd had a meeting of any importance. Byakuya rolled his eyes and checked the time. Only fifteen minutes had passed. This would be the longest hour of his life. He watched as Lieutenant Schiffer put his hand over his cup and shook his head, and almost smirked when Yoruichi poured the drink all over the top of his hand. Byakuya decided he would not make the same mistake. He simply wouldn't drink whatever was given to him. After everyone's cup was filled Ichigo continued arguing with Kenpachi.

"I'm sick of fighting you. You almost kill me every time we fight. What kind of psycho shit is that…we're on the same side! You can't possibly tell me you're not tired of trying to murder me, Ikkaku and Grimm."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" Kenpachi shrugged and downed his drink in one gulp. "I've got better things to do than play around with you little shits anyway," he said as Yoruichi gave him a refill.

"I bet you do," Nel mumbled, sharing a knowing smirk with Yoruichi.

"What was that?" Kisuke leaned forward to look at Nel.

"Huh…nothing," she said, attempting to look innocent and failing miserably.

Byakuya was almost managing to tune out the foolish chatter around him when he felt someone's foot touch his. He was about to dismiss it as a mistake, but then said foot traveled halfway up his shin. Who was responsible for this outrage?  He pulled his leg back and studied every face at the round table through slitted eyes.

Except for his lieutenant they all seemed to be more interested in staring at Starrk sleep than rubbing his foot. He peeked under the table and Ulquiorra gave him a questioning glance, but before he could say anything a loud bang grabbed their attention. Yoruichi had knocked Starrk's arm, which he'd been using as a pillow, from under his chin, sending his head crashing onto the table. The Primera glared sleepily at her, rubbing his head, then slid his chair closer to Kisuke and began using his shoulder as a head cushion. The glare he received from Ichigo and Shinji did not go unnoticed by Yoruichi.

Byakuya was just about to turn to his lieutenant and comment on how looking at Shinji' s teeth made him want to give him a bale of hay when he felt it again. The foot…it made circles on the top of his own then moved up towards his knee. His body stiffened and he looked around at the group. It was Kisuke. He was sure of it. The blonde man was staring directly at him with a lazy smirk on his face. Well, at least he thought he was looking directly at him. He couldn't see his eyes under that damned hat, but Byakuya felt certain he had found his target. He watched as Kisuke took a drink from his cup and continued looking in his direction.

"Captain Kuchiki, would you like some candy?"

Kisuke finally said, producing a sucker from his sleeve and bringing their staring contest to an end. 

All the while the unidentified foot was running up and down his leg and he was struggling to remain calm. He clenched his teeth together so hard it was a surprise his teeth didn't shatter. Ignoring the lollipop that was being offered to him Byakuya concentrated on the foot that was now working its way between his thighs. He placed one of his hands on his lap, preparing to break Kisuke's foot off if he came any higher, and traced the rim of his cup with the other.

"Umpfff." Coyote Starrk hit the floor with a dull thud, and the foot between Byakuya's legs disappeared once again.  Ichigo had yanked Kisuke's chair closer to himself, pulling Starrk's head rest right from under him. The now fully awake and clearly annoyed Espada stood and Byakuya heard the rumble in the man's chest. Shinji rose to back up Ichigo and Kisuke joined in to keep the situation from escalating.

"No need to fight. There's more than enough of me to go around." Kisuke's smirk was knocked right off his face when Ichigo socked the shit out of him.

"Shut up, you perv."

Beside Byakuya, Ulquiorra slowly clenched his hand tightly around his cup, and his eyes narrowed to slits. Of course this went unnoticed by the rest of the group but Byakuya knew his Second Seat. He might as well have flipped the table and let out a blood-curdling battle cry. Byakuya never could understand the strange allure that Kisuke possessed but it had always been that way. Even Aizen, who clearly abhorred the man, seemed to be oddly infatuated with him.

"You should kick his ass for that, blondie," Kenpachi slammed his cup down on the table.

As if this comment was a green flag on their adrenaline, a small battle broke out in the empty space behind where Kisuke sat.  Ichigo jumped on Kenpachi, who was grinning like the fool he was, and attempted to beat the spikes out of his hair. Shinji had his enormous incisors locked in Coyote's arm as the howling hollow pounded furiously on his skull with his one free hand. Yoruichi whooped excitedly while her partner egged the tussling pairs on.

Checking the clock again Byakuya shifted in his seat. Kisuke seemed to be staring at him once more, a lazy smile on his face despite the insanity happening behind him. The nobleman sighed and looked away but a few seconds later he found himself staring right back at the genius in the hat. Right then the errant foot moved back onto his leg. Byakuya couldn't take it anymore. He had to say something.

"Is there a problem, Captain Urahara?" he demanded in an arrogant tone.

"None, Captain Kuchiki…are you alright?" Kisuke asked, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. As the words left his mouth, Byakuya felt a sudden tingling sensation in his groin and his cock twitched ever so slightly. His composed front stayed intact, but he felt like he'd just had a big cup of What-The-Fuck, and just because the universe hated him, the wandering foot landed directly on his manhood.  Unable to keep it together a moment longer he wrapped his hand around Kisuke's ankle and yanked hard.

"Ahhhhh!"

Nel disappeared under the table with a screech. Ulquiorra spit his drink and attempted to disguise his laughter as a simple cough. Everyone in the room froze, even Kenpachi and Ichigo, a dumbfounded look plastered on all their faces. Byakuya gazed around, noting the slight smirk on Kisuke's face, knowing exactly how he looked with Nel's foot in his hand. He calmly released her ankle, picked up the cup he'd been babysitting and drank it all.

"Shall we go, Lieutenant Schiffer?"

Ulquiorra stood in one majestic motion and they both seemingly glided out of the room. With their backs to the group, no one saw the smiles that crept onto both of their faces. "You lose," Byakuya whispered to his officer.

Day 3

"So then he grabs her ankle and yanks her right under the table." Yoruichi could hardly breathe for laughing as she tried to recount what happened at the meeting the day before.

Kukaku and Rangiku howled right along with her as Nel glared at them. "It's not funny. I hit my head on the chair." They just laughed harder. Yoruichi fell out of her seat and rolled under her desk.

Their hilarity was interrupted by a baritone voice. "What's so funny?"

Yoruichi banged her head on her desk as she stood to see who dared enter her office without permission (and scared the shit out of her). Three heads snapped around to see Kisuke standing in the doorway. They hadn't even heard him come in.

"Oh, it's just you," Yoruichi sank back down when she saw her best friend. "I was just telling Rangiku and Kukaku about Byakuya pulling Nel under the table." She stifled a chuckle.

"Yes, that was odd, wasn't it? What exactly were you doing, Lieutenant?" he asked Nel, raised eyebrow hidden by his hat. 

"Oh, you know…nothing out of the ordinary," she answered. Neliel looked from Kisuke to Yoruichi and back again. The silence was deafening and all eyes were on her, making the normally capable warrior feel like an idiot. There was only one thing to do in this situation. She took one last glance at her captain before abruptly running out of her office, almost knocking Kisuke down.

Nel didn't stop running until she literally ran into Captain Kurotsuchi. 

"What in blue blazes...?" 

She fell back on her butt as the captain spun around, already complaining about stupid arrancar. Despite all the incredibly insane things he was saying, Nel heard nothing. She stared up into his black and white painted face as he looked down on her with a disgusted look, and surprisingly all she could think of were the pictures of him in the shower. When she made no attempt to get up or say anything Captain Kurotsuchi became even more annoyed. 

"Since you can't seem to talk, maybe I'll just take you back to my lab? I'm sure I could get you to open up there…maybe even scream. There are many activities we could engage in since you seem to enjoy my company so much. The possibilities are practically endless. I promise I'll be gentle…well, as gentle as possible, anyway." 

Mayuri watched with great satisfaction as the hazel-eyed arrancar's eyes widened in apparent horror. As for Nel, she couldn't couldn't believe her luck. Of course she was supposed to be seducing Captain Kuchiki but nothing was coming out of that and everyone knew it. She could do that later. Time for a side project. And extra credit! 

"Hell yeah, freak show! Let's go…oh, and don't worry about being gentle. I like it rough," she declared, standing upright and stepping into the mad scientist's personal space. 

For the first time in his life Mayuri was confused. His mouth hung slightly open as he attempted to process what had just happened. Was she coming on to him? The idea was completely foreign in his experience. He was so completely dumbfounded that he didn't even notice Mashiro walk up.

"Nel, I gotta talk to you…in private," she said, cutting her eyes to Captain Kurotsuchi.

"I'm kinda busy right now," Nel replied under her breath, willing Mashiro to get the hint, which of course she didn't.

"Busy doing what?" the pipsqueak asked incredulously.

Nel rolled her eyes, realizing that Mashiro wasn't going to leave her alone. She turned to Captain Kurotsuchi and got close enough to kiss him. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on our little rendezvous," she said in a voice that dripped with sensuality. "Maybe you can make me scream later tonight?" She winked at him before walking away with a speechless Mashiro following behind her.

It turned out that all Mashiro wanted was to be her accomplice. When asked why, she said she just wanted in on the action and that Captain Kuchiki was hot. Actually, some assistance sounded pretty good at this point. Nel had planned on asking her captain or Rangiku but was starting to think that wouldn't be such a good idea. They'd just make fun of her if something else happened like the footsy incident and she'd never get anything done. Perhaps it was better if she picked someone outside of her inner circle. Mashiro wouldn't have been her first choice, but the offer had been made. Hopefully the fact that she had the common sense of a wet rag wouldn't matter too much. Green-haired girls for victory!

Later that night Nel and her accomplice sat in her room brainstorming…well, for Mashiro it was probably more like a slight drizzle. But any rain in the Sahara is always abundant by comparison.

"Maybe I can ask him out to discuss battle tactics like Sui-Feng did to Ulquiorra?" Neliel mused.

"But he probably won't want to get near me after what happened at the meeting the other day."

Her eager-beaver accomplice brightened with sudden inspiration. "Why don't you go over to his office with nothing but a robe on? He may be an arrogant prick but he's still a man. You'll see."

Nel looked at Mashiro for a moment thinking, 'What a dumb idea', but the more she thought about it the more she liked it.  The plan was so simple it just might work.

"Ok, grab the camera," she told Mashiro. "Let's try it. You can record from outside his window."

Mashiro grinned mischievously, nodded and jumped to her feet.

-o0o-

When they arrived at the Sixth Squad barracks, Captain Kuchiki was nowhere in sight. Nel slipped into his office leaving Mashiro outside to keep watch. She looked around the spacious room taking note of a picture of a woman who looked like an older Rukia…same squid hair and everything. She remembered hearing that he had been married before but didn't know too much about it. 'Hmm, I guess he's not heartless after all,' she thought.

"Why are you in my office?” rumbled the all-too-familiar sexy voice.  "Are you going to try to molest me again?"

Her heart jumped immediately to her throat. Spinning around, Nel found her target framed in the doorway, looking dangerously sexy (but mainly dangerous). "Shit," she said, too low for him to hear. 'Ok, this is what I came to do…don't chicken out.' Mashiro appeared outside the window to give her a thumbs-up before moving back out of sight. The steady ticking of the wall clock was deafening in the extremely uncomfortable silence. 'I can do this.'

"Lieutenant Odelschwanck. I suggest you tell me your purpose now or leave."

Nel swore she could hear the hate in his voice. She took a deep breath and turned to face the completely gorgeous Captain Kuchiki.

"I came because I need your help," she replied, ignoring the comment about her trying to molest him. His eyes narrowed, but she wasn't backing down, not yet anyway. "I hear your calligraphy skills are unmatched." A little flattery couldn't hurt, right? He said nothing in response, but she was still alive so might as well continue. "I need your help with a couple symbols. It won't take long, I promise."

He continued to stare at her, not saying a word, but just when running away was looking like a great idea he nodded and said, "I'll gather my supplies," before disappearing into a back room.

Nel couldn't believe her luck. As soon as he was out of sight she ran over to the window. Her eyes darted around but couldn't locate Mashiro anywhere. She opened the frame and stuck her head out. "There you are," she whispered as loud as she could.

The green-haired Visored was lying flat on her back, hands clasped behind her head, directly under the window staring into space.

"What are you doing? Get up."

Mashiro stayed put. "I'm waiting for you two to stop pussyfooting and get it on. This is boring."

"Who are you talking to?" Byakuya asked as he reentered the room, almost scaring Nel half to death. She jumped so that her head hit the window.

"Owwww," she moaned, rubbing her skull helm. "Myself…I was talking to myself. I do it all the time."

Once she turned all the way back around she saw Captain Kuchiki didn't play around when it came to calligraphy. He'd brought out two different sets of brushes and a lot of colored paper. However, one very crucial component remained missing.

"Where's the ink?"

"Sit," he said, choosing to ignore the fact that she'd been holding a full-blown conversation with herself just a few seconds before, and that she had the audacity to question him.

The lieutenant obediently sat down across from him as he began to make fresh ink. Nel wasn't sure how long this grinding process would take and even though she was becoming impatient she knew better than to say anything. Glancing over at the window she spied Mashiro standing with hands on her hips glaring at her.

"What do you need?"

"Huh?" Nel whipped her head around. He was still grinding that ink stick but his eyes were focused on her. Seeing those slate gray orbs gazing at her so intently sent a chill through her body.

"My patience is running out, Lieutenant. Either you are going to take this seriously or you are going to leave."

"Bubbles," she said in what she hoped was a seductive voice.

"I don't have time for your games," he said, getting to his feet.

Nel stood as well. "I'm serious." She took a step closer to him, gently kicking some of the paper to the side. "I was thinking about getting a tattoo." She untied her robe and shook it off her shoulders letting it fall in a heap on the floor. With her ample breasts poked out as far as she could manage without breaking her back, she took two more steps then leaned forward so he could see her necklace.

She traced her collarbone with her finger. "See… Bubbles."

Byakuya had known something was amiss when this particular problem came to his office at such a late hour. After what happened at the meeting she was the last person he wanted to see. Unfortunately she knew his weakness. Calligraphy. He'd always had difficulties with the women in the Soul Society making fools of themselves over him, but this was much more extreme than anything that had ever happened before.

As he stared at what was quite possibly the most perfect set of breasts that he'd ever seen, words escaped him. What brought this on? He gazed into her beautiful hazel eyes and witnessed the panic slowly rise within her. Although she had disrobed in front of him, he did not blatantly look at her body. Not that he didn't want to, but no matter the situation he had morals and a reputation to maintain. Her eyes darted nervously around the room as she stepped back and wrapped her arms around herself. Neliel suddenly felt every bit as naked as she was. The motion pushed her breasts together and up into her neck making Byakuya immediately hard. He turned his head in an attempt to get himself together.

"You really are heartless," she said, more to herself than to him. The woman knelt down and picked up her robe, wrapping it around her shoulders. "I'll go since you find me so repulsive."

Byakuya turned and was surprisingly disappointed to see she had hidden her flawless body under the robe once more. He wanted to tell her she was wrong. Even if he did think she was a few cards short of a deck, she was by no means repulsive. The disappointed look on her face made him want to reach out and pull her into his arms, discarding that damned robe in the process. The urge to sweep everything off his desk and take her repeatedly on it was almost too great. His cock was throbbing to the point of pain. He turned away from her again. If he continued to look at her he would surely lose control, and that…was not acceptable.

"I think you should go," he said finally. But she was two steps ahead of him. He turned his head just as she exited his office.

Once alone Byakuya let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. He walked slowly behind his desk and dropped into the chair. "Fuck."

-o0o-

Mashiro met Nel outside of Captain Kuchiki's office. She'd seen and heard exactly what happened, thanks to Nel leaving the window open, so she knew the reason behind the other woman's long face.

"Don't worry about what that asshole said." Mashiro wasn't really good in these kinds of situations, but hell, she'd taken the oath and she'd meant every word. Nel was her sister now so if she was feeling down her little sister was sure as shit gonna do everything she could to make her feel better. "You know what I think? You should just make him suffer all the more for this. I mean, you are supposed to be seducing him, aren't you? No one said it would be easy. Besides, he might have fooled you, but not me. He wanted you. I could tell."

Nel had heard enough. An angry shake of her head brushed off the smaller girl's efforts. "What you saw was disgust! I'm so embarrassed. I might just take the consequences on this one. It's impossible."

"No, it's not. I know what I saw. You can't go by his face. That damned scowl is like his default expression. I actually think his face is stuck like that. Anyway, I saw that tent in his hakama. I zoomed in on it with the camera," she said, giggling. "Wanna see it?"

Nel's interest was piqued now. A second later she was staring at the proof. How had she not noticed something like that?  Because she was too busy being a pussy, that's how.  Mashiro was right. She could see how she missed it though. As loose as his clothes were it was well hidden, but it was definitely there. "You're such a perv."

"Thank you," Mashiro replied with a sly grin.

"He wants to play hard to get, fine. More fun for me." Nel affirmed with a new sense of purpose.

"And me!" The small sprite was all of a sudden super giddy. "So what's the plan?"

"I don't know yet, but meet me in my room tomorrow at noon, and bring the camera. I'll have something by then."

Day 4

Mashiro was surprisingly right on time.

"I'm in the bathroom. Just sit down anywhere. I gotta show you something," Nell called to her.

Mashiro closed the door behind her and did as she was told, taking a seat on the former Espada's bed. After a couple minutes had passed, Nel emerged from the bathroom completely nude with a huge grin on her face. "What do you think?"

Her houseguest stared blankly. "Uhhh, I think something's missing."

"Oh, right." Nel dashed back in the bathroom and grabbed her 'Bubbles' necklace off the sink. She always took it off when she showered.

"It was either that or some clothes," Mashiro said sarcastically.

"Tadaaaa!" Nel spread her arms wide and looked at Mashiro for approval.

"Nice rack," Mashiro said, not knowing what she was supposed to be looking at.

"No, dummy." She walked closer to her accomplice and pointed to her pubic hair. "Look. It's a

'K'."

Mashiro's jaw dropped as she saw that Nel had very skillfully shaved a 'K' in her privates.

"Ohhhhh-kaaaay." She wasn't following.

Nel pointed to a pen on the small desk in the corner of her room. "Now I need you to take that, and close in this '3' for me." She plopped onto her bed laying face down, exposing the large tattoo that covered her back.

"What do you mean, close it in?" Mashiro asked while picking up the pen.

"I mean," the sultry hollow propped herself up on her elbows, "make it into a 'B'."

"A 'B'?"

"Yeah. 'BK'…get it?"

"Burger King?" Mashiro asked, totally confused.

"No, you idiot, Byakuya Kuchiki."

Mashiro started to smirk. "Are you serious? Won't it smear when you put your clothes on?"

"It's henna so it should be fine." Nel pulled her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. "Now let's get this party started."

"Holy shit," her accomplice said before she burst out laughing. "That's classic. I gotta get a picture of this."

The finished product was everything Nel thought it would be. She only hoped it had the effect on Captain Kuchiki that she hoped it would. Now all she had to do was send a note to him saying that Yoruichi needed to speak with him about something urgent and to meet in her office later. Of course, when he got there her captain would be nowhere to be found, but she would be.

Byakuya couldn't imagine what Yoruichi could possibly need to speak to him about, especially at this hour. At least he hadn't run into her lieutenant. After last night that was the last thing he wanted to do. What in the world had possessed her to approach him in such a way? Yet, now that he was standing in front of Yoruichi's office, he had to admit he was slightly frustrated that he hadn't seen her. 'This is nonsense. What's wrong with me? She doesn't matter to me in the slightest. Now let's get this over with.'

Knock-knock-knock.

"It's open, Captain," called a female voice.

Byakuya opened the door, having failed to notice that the person inviting him in was definitely NOT Yoruichi, who in addition would never have called him 'Captain'. There was no way he could have been prepared for what he saw upon entering the room.  Yoruichi's desk had been cleared, and her lieutenant's naked body was sprawled seductively across it. Her head hung off the side, blue-green hair slightly brushing the floor with that ibex-bone helm her only concession to dress.  One arm was back behind her head, seemingly tangled in her long locks. Her back was arched up in a graceful curve, taut nipples pointed toward the sky. One leg was draped over the side of the desk while the other was bent.

"Move your right leg a little over to the left. Perfect, now don't move."

He didn't even notice the green-haired Visored until she spoke. She was seated in a chair in the corner of the room with a sketch book almost covering her whole face. He could hear the gentle scratching of her pencil on the paper. Neither of them so much as glanced in his direction, which was just fine with him because otherwise there would be no way they could miss the massive erection he was sporting. He should have just backed out slowly. They wouldn't have known he was ever there, but he couldn't move. Couldn't turn away from the sight in front of him, and definitely couldn't speak. He traced over every inch of her perfect frame with his eyes. He wanted her breasts in his hands and his cock in her…

"Hey. You're not Captain Yoruichi." Mashiro had decided it was time someone said something. She was tired of playing tic-tac-toe with herself.

Byakuya cleared his throat, still not taking his eyes off the desk. Nel slowly lifted her head and turned to the door. "Oh, dear. This is so embarrassing. Mashiro, quick get me something to put on."

Mashiro placed her sketchbook face down on the desk, lest the captain see what she was really drawing, and exited the room. Their acting was terrible, but the fact that they were a tad too calm for something that really should have been a horrifying experience went unnoticed by the Kuchiki prince. A bomb could have gone off under the desk and he probably wouldn't have noticed. Byakuya knew he should have turned away to give her some kind of privacy but he didn't… he couldn't.

Nel sat up and shook her hair out for absolutely no reason but to mess with her target's head. Byakuya's breathing was becoming ragged, but he tried his best to control it. 'Where the hell is that girl with some clothes?' the desperate shinigami thought to himself. Nel swung her legs over and stood, making a half-assed attempt at covering her breasts with an arm. She pretended to look frantically around for something to cover her bottom half. Spotting a random folder they'd removed from Yoruichi's desk, she picked it up and covered up her 'K'. But then something unfortunate happened. She dropped it…accidentally, of course. Papers scattered all over the floor and naturally like the gentleman he was, Byakuya came to pick them up. It was the least he could do considering the position he'd put her in.

He knelt down and began to gather the papers and stuff them back into the folder. When he was finished he looked up and came face to face, or face to crotch, with Nel. She had taken a few steps forward, unbeknownst to him, while he was cleaning up her mess. If she was any closer it would have been on his forehead. 'Is that a K?' he thought to himself. His tongue pressed against the inside of his teeth, begging to get out of his mouth and inside of her.

"If you were hungry you could've just asked for some food," Mashiro said, entering the room.

He jumped to his feet and looked around nervously. Nel thought it was the most adorable thing she'd ever seen, even with that scowl on his face. If felt good to know she was making the unflappable Captain Kuchiki nervous. Byakuya knew he needed to get out of there and fast. He'd just have to see Yoruichi at a later time. This was like the best dream and the most horrible nightmare rolled into one. He turned, saw the kimono that was draped over the Visored's arm and snatched it from her.

"Turn around," he said, being sure to keep his eyes focused on anything but the naked beauty.

The combination of those two simple words and his drop-your-panties voice was enough to make Nel moist on the spot. She pulled her hair over her shoulder so he could get a good look at the little surprise on her back. Hopefully he was smarter than Mashiro, and would understand. She turned slowly and waited, imagining what his expression would be when he laid eyes on the ridiculously large 'B'.

Byakuya stared with his eyebrows furrowed. Hadn't there been a '3' there before? He couldn't be sure.  It had been so long since they'd left Heuco Mundo with her and the blue-haired Espada. She had clung to Ichigo like her life depended on it, dressed in a poor excuse for clothes that barely covered her voluptuous body. The thought of her on Ichigo made him clench his jaw tighter than it already was. 'What is wrong with me?'

"Are you going to give me my clothes or are we just gonna stand here all night?" Nel joked.

Byakuya snapped back to the present. He gently laid the kimono over her shoulders, then turned and left without a word. His hands balled into fists as he heard the faint sounds of laughter. He narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth. He wasn't sure what was going on, but without a doubt Yoruichi had to be behind it. Then, for no reason at all he thought of Nel's naked body on top of that desk and his already hard cock twitched. Frustrated and, for the first time in a very long while, horny, he flash-stepped to his manor.

Day 5

Byakuya rose before the sun after a long night of tossing and turning. He knew Yoruichi would still be asleep. She'd never been a morning person, but he couldn't wait another minute. He was going to kill her. He'd decided it last night, right after he'd tried to relieve himself of his erection…for the third time. She'd set him up. He just knew it.

He arrived at the Shihoin compound within minutes. One scowl at the guards and he was in, no questions asked. It had been some time since he'd been inside of the manor and a lot had changed. After roaming around aimlessly for almost twenty minutes and not seeing a soul, he ran into one of the maids. Her face turned a bright red when he asked where the lady of the house was, and she stuttered for entirely too long before finally directing him to what was probably the third sitting room he'd seen. The head of the Shihoin clan was curled up in a ball under a table sleeping… naked.

Lord-Captain Byakuya Kuchiki casually walked over to the table and glared down at her for a moment before kicking her right in her butt. She always did bring out the worst in him.

"AHHHHHHH!" Yoruichi jumped up, banged her head on the bottom of the table, then sprang up again, and banged her head…again. "What the hell is going on? Where am I…the Seventh Circle of Hell?" she yelled, confused. She flipped the table off her and rubbed her head. Byakuya couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed something so much. He almost laughed…almost.

"Leave me alone, I'm sleepy," the bedraggled shapeshifter whined, not bothering to open her eyes.

"Get up," he said, not bothering to hide his exasperation.

She cracked a lid as soon as she registered who he was. "What are you doing here?" she said in a voice still scratchy from sleep.

"I have business with you. Now please put some clothes on." Yoruchi's nakedness did not bother him since he, along with probably everyone else in the Soul Society, had seen her naked at least ten times. It wasn't that she didn't have a great body. It was just that she was a demon cat so that negated her appeal.

"I'm not here," she replied, before turning into her cat form and crawling under a nearby couch.

Byakuya's eye twitched dangerously. He walked over to the couch, flipped it and yanked Yoruichi up by the scruff of her neck. She hung helplessly in his hand and sighed.

"Can't you just go away?  I have a hangover."

"How do you intend to effectively run your squad if you're drunk?" he scoffed.

"I didn't say I was drunk, I said I have a hangover, meaning…I was drunk last night. Now get off me." With a pop she turned back to her human form and was released from Byakuya's hold. He fell backward on to the floor with a thud and Yoruichi landed purposely right on top of him. She leaned down and licked the whole right side of his face, then slapped him with her boobs a couple times and jumped up.

"Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with?" Kukaku drawled as she entered the room.

Byakuya reached for his sword, intending to just kill them both and be done with it. But before he could pull it from its sheath Yoruichi's hand was grabbing his wrist.

"Calm down, Byakuya, geez. Get the stick outta your ass."

"What is or is not in my ass is none of your concern." Kukaku and Yoruichi exchanged amused looks as he continued to speak. "What business did you have with me last night?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

"None. Why?"

"I received a note saying you had urgent matters to discuss with me, but when I arrived at your office I found your lieutenant and the green-haired Visored in an…" he cleared his throat, "…awkward position."

"So what's your point?" Yoruichi left the room, having finally decided to put some clothes on.

"I know you are behind this and I will get to the bottom of it. This is the second time something like this has happened."

"Did you ever stop and think that maybe Nel's just weird…?  Cuz she is," Kukaku said, adding her two cents.

"Maybe she has a crush on you. Ever think of that, genius?" Yoruichi called from the next room.

Byakuya made a scornful noise. "Do not mock me. That couldn't possibly be it."

Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "Right. Because you're sooooo hard on the eyes. I mean, look at you…you're hideous. My eyes! My eyes!" She and Kukaku laughed hysterically, and for the second time Byakuya almost did as well.

"I hate you." And with that, he left them in a flash of shunpo.

Nel sat in her room in deep thought. Time was running out and she didn't seem to be any closer to seducing Captain Kuchiki. Of course he'd left Yoruichi's office with blue balls the night before but he had too much willpower. He would probably hack his dick off if he felt it had too much control over him, making it not very likely that he'd act on an impulse. What to do? Maybe she was coming on too strong. Maybe nobles liked nice boring girls, not sexy awesome ones.

-o0o-

"Nel, I don't think that's what nice, boring girls wear. Not real ones, anyway."

Nel looked at herself in the mirror. She had Mashiro braid her hair in pigtails and now boasted a full schoolgirl costume.

"I don't know about this one, Nel. Do you think he'll like it?  I thought the point was not to come on too strong.  That's like… Kenpachi strong."

"What do you mean?  It's perfect." The skirt was so short she might as well have not been wearing one.  The shirt was unbuttoned and tied under her huge breasts, leaving her stomach exposed. "I have to wear this if I'm supposed to be a good girl."

The hazel-eyed pixie appraised her outfit once more. "Well, you look like a good hooker."

"Shut up," Nel snapped.

"You shut up."

Nel plopped down on her bed and sighed. "What am I gonna do? We're running out of time. This is so hard," she whined.

"You have to do something nobles like. Maybe drink tea or…I don't know, noble stuff."

"What kind of noble stuff?"

"Why don't you write him a poem? Nobles probably like all that mush poetry stuff."

"I don't know how to write poetry."

"I'll help. Come on."

-o0o-

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, Byakuya?

Thou art more hot and more tempting:

Rough winds do shake the Sakura petals of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade, because it's eternal

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, because you're dead

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

So long as Shinigami can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee, Byakuya.

Byakuya read what used to be Shakespeare's 18^th sonnet again before handing it over to his lieutenant.

"Who do you think it's from?" Ulquiorra asked, inhaling the heavily perfumed note's odor.

"Lieutenant Odelschwanck."

"Ahhh. So that's what that was all about," he said, referring to the meeting incident. "You have to remind me to thank her. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. And this," he said holding up the note," is priceless." They both allowed themselves to smile. Something they only ever did around each other. Ulquiorra took a seat and placed the sonnet on his captain's desk.

"What do you plan to do about it?"

"I don't think there is anything I can do except wait for her to give up."

"And what if she doesn't?"

"She will," Byakuya assured him.

"If I may ask, Captain, do you want her to give up?"

Byakuya raised an eyebrow. "What are you implying? That I like being harassed?"

"Of course not." Ulquiorra rose from his seat. "No one likes being harassed. But you shouldn't look at it that way. Think of it as being lusted after by a beautiful woman."

"Beautiful?"

"Come now, my 'hot and tempting' Captain." Byakuya narrowed his eyes, but the pallid lieutenant pressed on. "She is most definitely NOT trash." A small smile crept across his superior's face, but before he could respond Ulquiorra continued. "Of course, that is just my opinion. You don't have to listen to me.  I mean, you are the fairest in all the land. Your golden skin—"

"Scatter, Senbon…"

Ulquiorra left in a flash of sonido before he could complete that sentence.

Day 6

Byakuya had seriously considered all that Lieutenant Schiffer and the dastardly Yoruichi had said. He had a decision to make. Either kill the girl and be rid of her harassment or, as his subordinate so eloquently put it, give her some noble cock. The thought of her naked body sprawled out on the desk in Yoruichi's office with her 'Bubbles' necklace on had his manhood growing inside his hakama. His decision had just been made.

Meanwhile, Nel and Mashiro knew this was most likely the last chance they would get. She was sure she was going to hear from him after they left the poem at his door.  Borrowing Ichigo's Shakespeare book was such a good idea. But almost a whole day had passed and still nothing, so they had decided to pull out the big guns. She was going to invite Captain Kuchiki for tea.

Mashiro stared at Nel as she prepared to go over to the Kuchiki compound. "This isn't going to work," she said with her arms folded over her chest.

"We'll see," was Nel's only reply. Yup, just walk right over to his house and ask him. She wasn't going to throw herself at him or strip naked or wear a silly costume. This time it would definitely work!

Knock-knock-knock.

Nel was more nervous than she ever remembered being before. He was going to be mean to her again and tell her to get off his property. She could just see herself running through the streets trying to escape millions of killer sakura petals. While engaged in these self-defeating mental exercises, the door was opened by one of the servants. Before she could open her mouth he stepped to one side and gestured for Nel to enter, as if expecting her company all day. The silent servant led her into a waiting room while he went to get their master or whatever they called him.

Byakuya wasn't at all surprised when he was told that Lieutenant Odelschwanck was waiting for him. It was time to execute his plan. Upon entering the room where she was seated, before he could greet her the woman jumped up and blurted out, "Do you like tea?"

So he simply answered, "Yes."

They stood in the middle of the room and stared at each other in silence. He noticed that she seemed nervous and wondered why. She hadn't been so on their other encounters and she'd been completely nude both times. He decided to just follow her lead as long as it led him in between her legs.

Nel was at a loss. 'Stop fidgeting,' she told herself. 'You're supposed to be seducing him, not acting like a damned virgin.'

Before she could say anything he cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Lieutenant, I have pressing matters to attend to." Then he left.

And just like that her whole scheme unraveled. Nel was crushed. One of the servants passed by and smiled politely.  No doubt the whole household would be gossiping about her humiliation over tea.  She felt like a complete idiot. "He's such an ass," she said in a huff, then sonidoed out of the room and his house.

Byakuya returned to find Lieutenant Odelschwanck gone. He shook his head in frustration. This woman was almost too much trouble, but he'd made a decision and he intended to stick to it. His senses told him she was not far away and in a flash he was off.

-o0o-

Nel arrived home in a deep funk.  Hopefully Mashiro wouldn't be inside waiting for her. She didn't want to have to explain how she'd not only failed her mission but failed terribly.  Her hand had just touched the door when suddenly she felt a presence behind her.

"Why did you leave?" It was his voice, the one that sent a chill down her spine and between her legs. Nel didn't turn around. She didn't even think she was breathing. Was this really happening? Her mind was going a mile a minute. It wasn't until she felt him step close enough for their bodies to touch that she snapped out of it.

"You told me to," she answered, slightly disappointed with the tremble she heard in her voice.

"Did I?" His breath caressing her neck made her knees weak. Had he actually told her to leave? No, but he might as well have. "I went to tell my sister that I would not be accompanying her for dinner. When I returned, you were gone."

"So you had somewhere else to be?" Nel asked, hoping he wasn't saying what she thought he was.

"Where am I?" he asked, leaning in close to her ear.

All Nel could manage was, "Huh?"

"Where am I?" he repeated, slower and a lot more sensual.

"Uhhh… right here?" Nel was officially confused.

"That's somewhere else then, isn't it? Now open the door."

Nel obeyed his instruction without a word. Byakuya followed her with his eyes, not bothering to move just yet. When she realized he wasn't behind her she looked over her shoulder and saw him standing in the doorway watching her.

"I thought you wanted to come," she said putting emphasis on the 'come'.

He nodded his head so she turned and continued walking until she turned a corner. When she was out of sight Byakuya smiled wickedly. It was going to be an interesting night.

Byakuya had to admit he was relieved when saw that instead of living in the main barracks she stayed in the captains' quarters. Nel slipped into the back to change into something a little more comfortable, and by comfortable she meant a kimono and nothing else. She returned and tried her hardest to act noble and be a good hostess. She even brewed up the best jasmine tea she'd ever made, which tasted like shit in Byakuya's expert opinion.

"Did you get the poem I sent? I spent all day on it." Nel was all smiles.

All Byakuya said was, "Yes."

The silence was uncomfortable and Nel found herself at a loss once again. He'd followed her here and he was being polite enough…well, polite for him, but he had barely touched his tea and things were moving awfully slow. She glanced up at the camera that sat in the corner of her room. Mashiro had set one up in the sitting room and one in her bedroom since the plan was to get him to come back to her place, but never in a million years did she think she would actually pull it off. Glancing at him and taking note of his uninterested expression, she knew she needed to loosen him up or those cameras would be recording a whole lot of nothing.

"How about some saké?" She didn't wait for him to answer, only jumped to her feet and ran to the cabinet where she knew Yoruichi and Kukaku always kept a stash.  Neliel returned with the bottle, purposely forgetting the cups. Byakuya watched as she stood over him, and drank straight from the bottle.

"Now you," she said holding the bottle out to him. To Nel's disappointment he took the bottle but instead of drinking he set it down on the table. He stood up, grabbing his cup of tea and made his way to the open window on the other side of the room. Nel raised an eyebrow. 'What the hell is he doing?' She soon found out. He tossed the now lukewarm liquid out into the night.

"That was the most disgusting tea I've ever had the misfortune to drink."

He ignored Nel's red face and came back to the table, pouring the saké into his now empty cup. Byakuya glanced around the room, taking in his surroundings for the first time. It was not poorly decorated. Having come to this decision he drank the contents of his cup in one smooth gulp and poured himself another.

"What does 'bubbles' mean?" He turned and noticed the surprised look on her face.

'That was random,' she thought. "It means I'm awesome."

Before Byakuya could comment on how that in no way made any sense someone yelled from outside, "Burger King!"

Both their heads snapped around toward the window. 'I'm going to kill Mashiro,' Nel thought.

"What was that?" Byakuya asked.

"Oh it was just the village idiot, don't worry about it," Nel said in an attempt to make the situation a little less weird. She failed. "So do you think you can help me with my tattoo now?"

Byakuya sighed heavily then poured his third drink. "I'm bored. Take off your clothes."

Nel's jaw hit the floor. She must have heard him wrong. Byakuya wished he could laugh, but of course he didn't. To Nel's credit, she pulled herself together quickly and put her game face back on. If he wanted to play she was definitely game. Maybe she'd complete this mission after all.

"You first, Captain Kuchiki," she purred.

To her surprise, he didn't hesitate. Nel's breath caught in her throat when he removed his robe and dropped it on the floor beside him. He wasn't overly muscular like a lot of the men. He was very slim, but toned from years of training and fighting. Her eyes roamed over his pectorals and down past his abs to where his victory line disappeared in to his hakama. She unconsciously licked her lips. Not a single scar marked his perfect skin. Nel swallowed hard as he moved to his pants. He untied them but instead of letting them fall to the ground, he held them up just above his hardening cock.

"Oh, that's not fair," Nel whined before she could stop herself.

"Direct me to a bed, and when we get there you will disrobe." It was not a request. Nel could tell that Captain Kuchiki was used to always being in control. Being commanded to the bedroom and ordered to strip was, for some reason, such a turn-on. But of course she couldn't allow him to be completely in control. After all she was the one who was supposed to be doing the seducing.

She sauntered past him not saying a word, but when she hit the doorway she turned and dropped her robe to the floor revealing her award-winning ass and the huge 'B' on her back. She winked at him over her shoulder and continued out the room knowing he wouldn't be far behind.

Nel was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed daintily at the knee when Byakuya walked in. His face held the same smug expression it always did but there was a difference in his eye that Nel noticed immediately. Those piercing slate grey eyes. Nel was forced to turn away from them, but as soon as she did she was being pushed on her back and her legs were lifted up. There was no time to give so much as a yelp. She felt his hands slip under her rear and slide her up. She thought it was a little creepy that he hadn't bothered to take off his gloves but then her mind went completely blank when she felt his tongue penetrate her core.

"Oh shit!" she yelled more out of surprise than anything. This was not something to be taken lightly. She almost thought she was dreaming. Byakuya was eating her… 'Kuchiki'. It was a completely inappropriate time to make such a stupid joke, but she just couldn't resist. She would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that he chose that moment to do some kind of twirly twisty thing with his tongue.

He rested her legs on his shoulders, and although he was out of practice Nel didn't notice at all. His tongue skillfully slid in and out of her then up one of her glistening wet lips and down the other. She propped herself up on her elbows. This was a show she didn't want to miss. He looked up at her with his penetrating eyes and sucked hard on her clit making her scream out something that sounded suspiciously like his name. Nel wanted desperately to reach down and run her fingers through his hair but she didn't want him to break her hands off. This was not the way things were supposed to go. Instead of her seducing him it was the other way around!

For the next several minutes he teased her. Gently licking, twirling and twisting, then a hard suck on her slowly swelling clit. She tried to keep her mouth shut but the last suck had been almost too much to bear. Nel screamed and grabbed a fistful of Byakuya's hair before she could stop herself.  In doing so, she broke his kenseikan.

He froze and so did she. She yanked her hands back and stared at him in horror as he, for the first time, lifted his head from between her legs. His chin was shiny with her juices and she thought she had never seen him look sexier. He slowly reached his hand up and Nel knew this was the end for her, but to her surprise he simply grabbed his broken headpiece and tossed it in a corner. His hair fell forward into his face, some of it sticking to the saliva on his lips. He calmly brushed it to the side and looked down, noticing the 'K' he'd seen a couple days before. He traced it with his tongue and a pleasured sigh escaped Nel's lips. Then he knelt down and went back to work, but with a lot more vigor.

Byakuya wrapped his arms firmly around her thighs, knowing she would soon be squirming, and proceeded to make up for the dinner he was missing with his sister. If it hadn't felt so good Nel would have been embarrassed at all the noise she was making. She yelled and screamed and clawed at the bed in an attempt to get away. Anytime she slid away he would yank her right back, and she was grateful because she didn't really want to escape his skilled tongue, she just didn't know what else to do. She couldn't say how many times she'd come and her throat was getting sore from all the screaming. Neliel had forgotten that they hadn't even had sex until he crawled up on the bed,and felt him pressing against her wet entrance. He planted a hand on each side of her head and stared down at her, his hair forming a tunnel between their faces.

"Kiss me," she slurred in a post-orgasmic daze.

Byakuya said nothing in reply but Nel didn't care. He leaned forward and kissed one of her pert nipples before slipping inside of her. She inhaled a sharp breath and arched her back up off the bed. The sight was enough to make Byakuya come on the spot but he didn't. He held her ankles, one in each hand, as he rhythmically thrust in and out of her. She reached up to stop her breasts from smacking her in the face but he swatted her hands away. He quickly leaned forward and slid an arm under her back and before Nel knew it, he had switched their position. He was on his back and she was straddling him, and he was still inside of her.

Nel didn't need to be told what he wanted. He reached up and gently pinched her nipples making her squeal. She giggled a little and Byakuya decided he liked the way it sounded, but not in their current situation.  He thrust his hips upward, making her bounce. She took the hint and began grinding her hips down into him. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her halfway off of his cock to hold her there as if she was as light as a feather.  Before Nel could voice her displeasure about him not allowing her to be in control he lifted his hips to meet her sex. He hit her g-spot on the first thrust and enjoyed the reaction he received from her.

"Shit, Byakuya," she moaned. When she realized what she'd said she looked down at him warily.

Everyone knew how particular he was about being addressed correctly. "I mean… Captain Kuchiki."

"Byakuya is fine." It was the first thing he'd said since they started and Nel realized that she'd missed his voice.

He lowered her slowly but as soon as she tried to move he lifted her up again and thrust upwards.

Nel was getting frustrated. He was toying with her and she knew it. She wanted him to fuck her…hard, but that didn't really seem to be his style. Everything he did was…perfect. Not too hard or too soft. Not too fast or too slow. She was on fire, she needed to cum with him inside of her. Nel wanted to be manhandled!

Ulquiorra was right, Byakuya decided. She was beautiful, and he fully intended to savor the night. He knew exactly what he was doing. He always did. She was so wet for him that when he slammed her back down on his cock her juices splashed on his face. Her back arched and her hair hung down tickling his thighs. Each time she moaned his name it sounded better than the time before. He pulled her down in him hard a couple of times, making her yell out obscenities. Every time she tried to gain some type of control he would lift her up off of him.

"Byakuya, please," she whined, "Stop torturing me."

Their eyes met. Then something happened that Nel could have in no way been prepared for. Byakuya Kuchiki smirked. She melted on the spot.

He sat up and slid off the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lay on his shoulder. It was all so romantic.

"Get down," he commanded. 'Ok, romance over.'

She did as he said. As soon as her feet were firmly on the ground he turned her around and bent her over onto the bed. This was the third time Byakuya laid his eyes on the huge 'B' on Nel's back. Then for no reason at all he thought about the 'K' he'd traced his tongue over just a few moments before. He could not have explained the sensation that went through his body as the realization of what the 'BK' stood for dawned on him. A few moments had passed and Nel was starting to think something was wrong, but then she felt his fingers on her back. He was tracing her tattoo. She smiled to herself and thought, 'Gotcha.' Suddenly her head was being yanked back by her hair. Not painfully hard but definitely with force. His other hand rested on the small of her back, and then he was inside her. With a roll of his hips he stroked her as deep as he could, never letting go of her hair. Nel arched her back as far as possible.

"Harder!" she yelled, attempting to look back at him over her shoulder.

He jerked her head back around and gave her a firm smack on the ass. She let out a surprised yelp and pushed back onto him. He went harder and faster and Nel heard what sounded like a deep growl come from him. She was so close to release she wanted to cry.

"I want to cum!" she practically sobbed.

"You will." Byakuya pulled her back, just out of reach of the bed. She straightened up, but as soon as she did he pushed her back down. Before she could ask what he was doing he had grabbed one of her legs and was lifting it up.

"Byaaaaaaaa—" Her hands shot out in front of her so she wouldn't smash her face on the floor as he put her in the wheelbarrow position and drilled into her. "Uhhhhh…shit!"

Byakuya knew she was close and was trying his hardest to hold on to his own orgasm. He felt her tighten around him. Her body began to convulse as she yelled profanity after profanity. Nel's arms gave up on holding her body up as she squirted her juices all over him. He caught her just before her face hit the floor. The girl hung gasping on his length, completely at his mercy. Once assured of her security all restraint went out the window, and a few thrusts later he spent himself deep inside of her amazing body.

He fell to his knees and rolled over onto his back and Nel did the same as both lovers tried to steady their breathing.

Nel didn't know how long they lay there in a surprisingly comfortable silence. Ten minutes, maybe an hour, it didn't matter. She'd completed her mission and then some, but as good…no, great, as the sex had been she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. Like maybe it could have been better, which would be hard. Maybe it was because he wouldn't let her be in control…but she'd actually liked that part. She couldn't put her finger on it…but it was definitely something. Byakuya sat up abruptly, distracting her from her thoughts.

'Guess the fun's over,' she thought. But instead of gathering his clothes up, he turned to her and asked, "Again?"

After what just happened Nel didn't think anything else could surprise her, but she was wrong.

"Uhh, you want to?" she asked doubtfully.

Byakuya sighed and looked leisurely around the room before returning his focus to Nel.  He slowly moved his hand to the base of his hardening cock. "My pride demands it."

It hit her like a ton of bricks. "OH MY GOD…THAT'S IT!" she exclaimed, and for the second time that night Byakuya Kuchiki smiled.

A/N: Don’t ask…I’m not sure myself.