Shiver

A/N: It's not perfect but I wrote this story for the sole purpose of finally having a Szayel/Nemu story somewhere. Yes, it's an odd couple. Yes, I read that chapter/saw it in the anime too. But when looking at them separate, I figured they were both pretty sexy and needed some sex time together. That sounds weird but can't do much about it.
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The sounds of his harsh panting slowly drew her in closer to him.

Closer. Step by step.

The proud, egotistical Espada before her was hunched over on the ground. His thick, pink locks fell over the sides of his neck and masked his face from her view; peaking her curiosity to move even closer to him. The light-purple material that covered his upper body, and helped to carve out the muscles of his shoulders and back, was ripped and torn away to show the pale, almost gray-shaded skin underneath. What little injuries were available to the eye had sealed themselves with dried blood cells, which eagerly coated a majority of his visible body. The thin appendages that emerged from his back like wings slowly lifted themselves before they dropped back to the ground; given a few minutes, the wings attempted once more only to lift themselves just a mere foot or so before giving up. What remained of his lower body seemed like a mixture of both human and some sort of sea crustacean. Light blue tentacle-like appendages remained somewhat stationary and motionless with only one or two whipping about every few minutes.

He was an odd man. Or rather Hollow she should say.

This was the first Espada she had seen with her own eyes. The first she had seen in release form even.
She wondered what he looked like in regular form. How was it that despite seeing the destruction and damage he could do in this form and how he could seemingly wipe out his opponents easily, how was it that she almost regretted arriving too late? Just to get a glimpse of him in his real form...although technically this was his real form. His power was finally whole again after all. So this was the true power of an Espada...
Eventually closing the space between them till it was suffocating amid inches of separation, she lingered just long enough to take note of the partial black ink visible on the back of his neck before she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

Her image had been blurred at a distance but the closer she moved towards him, the more she pulled together into a single form. His fingers curled into the hard ground below him; snapping off several of the purple nails that had grown from his fingers. The one arm he used to balance out most of his weight shook from the painful shockwaves that seemed to flow through every vein and artery in his body. He could practically feel the muscles filling with lactic acid and leaving a burning sting that pooled into the socket of his shoulder. The distance sound of her footsteps drawing closer took his attention away from the injuries that burned deep sockets of pain into his body; slowly with carefully measured steps, she edged herself closer and closer towards him. Part of him remained curious by her actions, wondering what part of her mind questioned herself in approaching him. Still though, the sound of her stopping and carefully kneeling down in front of him caught him just slightly by surprised.

Pushing himself up to balance on both palms, he moved his eyes up just enough to get a look at the woman. He had seen her before...somewhere lost in the chaos of the battle. Her slender, perfectly curved legs were lightly tucked underneath her full, voluptuous thighs. The hemline of her shortened kimono revealed the seemingly flawless flesh that made up the round curves of her upper thighs, which ended tragically almost as they slipped underneath the fabric cover. Her hips were well rounded and their shape seemed to tease the thin, black material of her uniform; pulling light folds and stretch marks across the fabric. A white obi sash took up most of her abdomen while carefully emphasizing her fairly-large breasts at the same time. During the duration of the battle, her stiff neckline had loosened and plunged down slightly to expose quite a bit of cleavage; even with the mildly loosened folds, the kimono still seemed to have a problem keeping her breasts modestly covered. Her hands were lightly folded together in her lap, as though in some effort to make this approach seem casual.

"Like a butterfly who's lost its wings."

Her voice seemed stagnant and almost robotic, but yet there was the light hint of a melancholic tone.

He chuckled lightly at her statement.

"Like a small bird who's forgotten how to fly."

"Who are you?"

"Your enemy."

She cocked her head at the response and watched as his entire body shook for a moment. Even on his hands and knees, his long, slender limbs kept him at almost shoulder-level with her. If she had to make a guess from what she had seen before from a distance and what she was seeing now up close, she estimated that his height had to be at least around six foot if not over. Her hands carefully removed themselves from her lap as she gingerly placed them against his jawline before she lightly tilted his head up. White hollow pieces curved out along the side of his face, resembling some kind of blinders or visors- as though they were to help keep his vision focused on what was in front of him rather than by sideward distractions. His lower lip was an odd shade of purple, which matched the strange symbol that formed over his left eye, just underneath a second part of his hollow piece that came out and formed what looked to be broken frames of a pair of glasses. She watched as his eyelids twitched slightly before eventually they opened to reveal an even odder shade of soft amber that circled around his dark pupils.
Her hands seemed unusually warm against his cold flesh; unusually soft against his rough skin. The nagging pain in the back of his skull forced him to eventually close his eyes against the outside light in some hopes that it would dumb away the pain. But it seemed like her strange, gentle touch instantly erased the presence of the oncoming migraine. He felt her softly tilt his head up into her palms as though in some effort to study his face; and it was true, he could practically feel her eyes slowly moving from one side to the next. Slowly, he eventually gave in to his own curiosity and opened his eyes to peer at this strange, and odd woman.

A pair of melancholic, yet empty green eyes stared back at him. Her midnight-black hair had been pulled away from her face and into what seemed to be a braid, with the exception of two long strands that emerged from either side of her jawline and touched lightly at her shoulders. She had a softly shaped face with pale lips that were scuffed and bleeding on one side; light bruises forming along the small wound that seemed to taint her seemingly flawless skin. Somewhere lost in his clinically-insane mind, he remembered her face clearly.

"You were never my enemy."

Those eyes held the same robotic-kind of look that went well with her voice...but something about it didn't seem right.

"Heh, I just incapacitated your little 'friends' and you're telling me that I'm not your enemy?" he questioned; chuckling at her empty stupidity.

"You were their enemy."

She was certainly different. He had never experienced someone like her in battle. One minute she was practically throwing her entire body at him in offense and now...it was like something in her completely shut off. Like she was a completely different person now. But when he thought back on it, on her, she had only acted differently when her three other teammates had been conscious. He narrowed his focus on just the creepy-faced Captain who had arrived with her; a part of him still physically shuddered at the memory of the man's face. She only acted on his voice, on his every whim and every command. With the death of the ugly-designed Captain now though...it was like she completely lost all sense of what had happened. Like how a drone acts when removed from the queen. Almost completely harmless.

"You were wrong before."

She softly cocked her head to the side at his comment. "How so?"

That persistent grin always seemed to find its way back to his lips. He carefully raised one hand to touch at the soft strands that brushed against her shoulders before he let his fingertips drop to touch at the rest of her body. Following the soft material that stretched over her well-ample breasts, he brushed against the soft indication of her round nipple before letting his fingers move to the rough obi sash around her abdomen; continuing to the soft folds that gathered around her hips and pelvis, he traced the curves of her full thigh before he touched at the warm flesh that was left bare from the material. He pressed his fingers into the warm skin as he slowly moved back up along her thigh and slipped underneath the black material.

"You said you would serve no purpose as a hostage...I think you could serve as something much better."

Those green eyes blinked once or twice at his remark before she merely cocked her head to the other side. "What do you mean?"

He moved forward to cut the air between them short; brushing his cold lips against her own. "Let me show you instead."

She didn't resist when his body pushed against her own; pressing her down into the mix of sand and burned debris underneath. His fingers wrapped tightly around her pale wrists and buried them somewhere in the sand above her head. Lips lightly mocked her own from above as he drug the tip of his tongue over the soft curve of her lower lip; tracing the slightly chapped tissue. She didn't object when he went for full-contact; feeling her lips give in to his pressure as pressed down against them. And as exotic as the faint taste of her lips were, they weren't enough to satisfy his ever-growing hunger. Tracing her upper lip this time, he pried them apart and sank his tongue deep into her mouth; feeling a rush of different tastes and a new sense of warmth surround him. He took a moment to just savor everything she had to offer before he slowly took the time to explore every inch inside. Despite how he occasionally brushed against her own tongue, she gave little to no response at it; opting to allow him to do as he pleased. But there was no fun in playing by one's self when another was readily available.

He gradually worked his tongue around her own; ushering and teasing her into just the slightest movement. Tilting her head back, he further his actions as he slipped his tongue underneath her own, leaving her no other option but to give in the smallest of reactions. He thought he heard a soft, just barely audible groan escape her, and although he might've heard incorrectly, he sought out to have her repeat it. Trailing one hand down along the slender length of her arm, he let his fingers run over the soft folds of her black kimono; feeling the smooth curves and transitions of her body underneath him. Perching his fingers back onto the sharp ends of his nails, he traced the soft indication of her nipple with just the tip. He felt a light twitch run through her body at the motion as he continued to circle around the slowly rising perk. As much as the temptation of ripping apart the fabric burned in the pit of his stomach, what little part that remained sane inside of him convinced him otherwise. Instead he continued to trail his fingertips down along her well balanced body; tracing over the different curves that molded her perfect form. His nails scraped over the rough material of her obi sash before dipping against her lower abdomen; following it to her open hips, he drug his fingers up against her slanted thigh. Linear, red lines seemed to expel from the tip of his nails to tattoo against her flesh as he slowly trailed his fingers along the warm limb; lightly tracing invisible objects and shapes into her flesh. He slid his fingers out and ran his full palm down along the length of her upper thigh. The black material of her kimono fell away easily at his touch as he moved beneath it and pressed his fingers against her hip; squeezing it tightly.

Her back arched slightly at the odd sensations of his fingertips moving further up her body to scrape lightly at her lower stomach. The strange sensations seemed to melt together in her throat and vibrate across her vocal cords; producing a low, yet soft murmured groan. And yet, it wasn't one out of pain or lingering agony, which was what she was shamelessly used to. No...it was something else. Something to do with the burning touch that his fingers left in the wake of their presence across her flesh; something to do with his tongue teasing her own and his lips pressed tightly against hers. Something to do with just him. His body, while once frightening from a distance, held heat against her own despite his continuous cold touches. He barely placed any weight against her with the exception of his heavy kiss and light fingers; his overall body was lightweight and held steadily even with the moving wing-like appendages that grew out beneath his shoulder-blades. She felt him tilt her head back once more as his tongue continued to entice her beyond the point of curiosity; and just as he stirred an even greater reaction from her, his lips peeled away from her own with his tongue eventually retreating as well. The lack of air between them hit harder than she first registered and she caught herself lightly panting after their break. He, however, didn't waste a moment and moved his lips to touch at the corner of her own; his tongue running over the scuffed flesh and breaking the small, dried particles of blood that had managed to bubble out from the small injury. She felt him eventually release her other wrist as he moved that arm to steady himself instead. Her fingers curled inward but she made no other motion to move them. His head dipped down against her neck; running the tip of his cold tongue over the soft vibrations of her throat. She inhaled deeply as he traced the soft grooves of her throat down to the hollow dip of her collarbones. Those rough lips closely accompanied his tongue as he moved along the shape of her collarbone to the soft curve of right shoulder, just barely revealed from underneath her uniform. She groaned lightly as he scraped his teeth against the soft flesh before he bit clean into the skin; breaking it easily with quick pressure, light blood trails pushed free from the small wound and slowly eased out around his pale lips. The throbbing pain from the bite mark was barely worth mentioning but it was his tongue licking away at the blood trails and his lips dressed in a fine shade of red that drew her mind away.

His fingers traced over the obi sash once more and played with the red string that held it together before carefully plucking it in half; watching as the rough article loosened slightly before it, with some minor influence, eventually fell open. Like a domino effect, the dark kimono underneath began to fall into the same motion. The black ends slowly began to slid off her rounded hips, leaving the top layer to peel back slightly as though to oppose the flow of gravity. He started at the sliding neckline first and encouraged the fabric to fall away from the perfect form hidden beneath it. Gorgeous, ample breasts were revealed inch by aching inch with soft-pink nipples already half-aroused. Her body slimmed down as gracious curves molded out the space between her ribcage and pevic bones, accenting her athletic body that hardened the muscles of her abdomen. Well-rounded and shaped hips helped to balance out her upper body with an almost voluptuous-like composure; more soft, black fabric dressed just enough to cover parts of her hips and keep her lower body still modest. Oh but how he was going to change that.

Those amber eyes traced over every inch and curve of her body as though to memorize it and dissect it. A shudder traced through her skin as he used the tip of his nail to tease her nipple once more; the half-aroused perk giving in to the bodily euphoria long before her mind had cleared the decision. He could've easily split the flesh open at any given time, which left her breathing partly stilled in her throat, but he continued to merely tease and play at the hardened mammary instead. That certain look in his eyes revealed that he was obviously more than entertained by this act; he took pure joy in watching her practically wither at the touch and yet she urged him on further with just her eyes.

A soft gasp stroked free from her lips as he dipped down and traced the smooth surface of her hardened perk with his tongue. Her back arched at the sudden motion, which only seemed like an offering for him to advance his previous action, something he took her up on. She lost the battle against a deep moan that penetrated from her throat as he easily closed the space and touched his lips against her nipple. It felt like a flash of heat raced through her body at the simple, yet complicated touch. He shifted his support to his other arm as he brought his new hand up to cup her right breast; feeling the firm tissue that underlined the flushed skin. Her body was rocked by yet another shudder as he traced his thumb over her second nipple; arousing the cherry-sized mammary with just a few, simple touches. Her hands turned to dig her fingers into the soft ground beneath them as a flash flood of odd sensations burned into the ends of her nerves and caused her body to flush a warm color of heat. He teasingly worked his tongue and lips against the hardened perk; nipping into the tender tissue and lightly tugging at the mammary. She moaned softly underneath him and continued to arch her body as she slowly began to succumb to the withering sensations. He was beginning to drag her right where he wanted her.

Fingertips closed tightly around her nipple to gain a deeper moan and a slight swell in her chest. He loved to watch her reactions. Her earlier robotic-like state seemed to melt away to reveal the guilty human underneath; those melancholic eyes were shut away, lost in a blind world of lust; her delicate fingers were dug hard and deep into the sand underneath them; that holy temple of a body of hers withered and rolled with every new touch and stroke. Such sensations boiled her clean blood and dirtied her flawless body with fingers of Fornicaras. Her earlier acts of denial had been washed away by the human need of this attention and the pure want of being pleased. And he enjoyed watching people wither under the uncontrollable urge for physical contact that brought them to the edge and made them wait.

Releasing her softly bruised mammary, he started to drag his hand back down along her curved body. Tracing the grooves of her ribcage and the soft dip of her abdomen, he pressed into her abdominal muscles and felt them flex underneath his touch before he drug his fingers down to the lower dip of her stomach. He teased the waistband of her cotton underwear before he let his fingers trace the front of the delicate mound underneath the soft fabric; his fingers eventually pressing circles into her aroused organs. Her surprised, yet clearly encouraging gasp provoked him to play a bit more forceful; rubbing his fingers against her tender organs through the thin material that blocked actual contact. He could feel her warm thighs twitch against his body as her entire body seemed to be thrown into an unnerved, unfocused arch. Every part of her seemed to move at the touches and reacted unknowingly at the sudden attention. Licking once more at her swollen perk, he pulled away and let his lips attach to the left side of her neck; feeling her thundering pulse vibrate against his lips. He moved his fingers to tug at the waistband once more before he slipped beneath the material instead; sliding through the small slit in her mound, he felt himself practically submerging into a warm embrace of bodily fluids. He felt her heart rate speed up at the action as her lips broke apart to usher a soft, barely audible groan. His fingertips searched through the thick fluid and eventually stumbled upon and took hold of her fleshy clit; gaining a slight jump from her hips, which arched hesitantly underneath his touch. He could feel the fleshy organ already beginning to harden as he stroked the entire length of the clit before he carefully pinched it between his index, middle and thumb; slowly rubbing the organ down with circular motions till it became completely aroused and hardened between his fingers. She was already panting lightly by the time he released the sensitive organ and moved on to the next. He teased around in search for her nub before he slid his fingers clean over it; feeling her entire body shudder at the sudden contact. Pushing each of his fingers around the smaller organ, he latched his fingers onto the already aroused piece and pinched it with enough force to earn another sharp arch of the hips. He grinned against her thundering pulse as he took a moment to tease her slick nub and roll it through his fingers once more. However, he was quite frankly through with all this small play.

He watched her toss her head to the side as he pushed inside of her; feeling her slick folds give in to his motions and slowly move to form around his hand instead. Her back inched further and further into an arch, shaping her spine into a slow-forming 'c' curve and forcing her legs to fall open just a bit more. He moved in closer as he dipped his lips back against her thundering pulse before biting lightly into her flesh; pulling small pieces past his lips and leaving behind dark red marks in his wake. Her tight muscular walls constricted around his fingers as he slowly pulled loose before entering her once more; listening as she panted heavily beneath him. He could feel her chest rise against his own before it dropped back down as he repeated the motion over and over again. Her hips eventually picked up with his method and slowly began to counterattack against him; pulling him in deeper and harder to get the full performance. The constant transition of movements between them was slick and easy as he moved in and out of her folds; listening as she just about gave him everything she had. Her whole body was flushed as the heat seemed to concentrate in the pit of her loins; tension growing as he continued his slick movements to bring her entire body to arousal. His fingers penetrated her once more before he used his thumb to touch over her clit and nub in a single stroke. She moaned loudly as he continued to stroke over her other organs while keeping up his earlier pace. Her hips shuddered as his fingertips brushed against an oddly sensitive piece on her inner wall; her lips opening to reveal a deep-purred groan. It felt like there was spike in the middle of her stomach and with every new touch it twisted tighter and tighter till it felt like every muscle and nerve was wrapped around it. Her lungs were sore from all her vocal activities; her fingertips were on the verge of bleeding from digging into the ground with grains of sand slowly peeling her fingernails away from the flesh. One side of her neck was completely covered in soft bruises and red marks that lined up underneath her jawline and followed down the curve of her left shoulder. He pushed her closer and closer to the edge; practically titter-tottering on the narrow balance, he left her waiting agonizing seconds for his next movement. She felt her body slipping more and more over the edge before it eventually caved in completely.
Her entire body locked up in an arch as a long, wordless gasp left her lips. Every nerve and muscle trembled as the sharp, heated climax rocked through her entire body. It felt like molten iron that had been set to boiling in her lower stomach exploding across her entire body to reach every nerve and every inch of her body; her fingertips even felt lightly numb after the experience.

He waited for her muscles to release their contraction before he pulled his fingers loose; wiping off the excess fluid. Her entire body seemed to move with her heavy breathing; accenting her well-endowed breasts that slowly bounced with the hard uplift of her lungs inflating. A light layer of sweat covered her flesh in a glossy shine and dampened her dark bangs to her forehead. He dipped down and traced his lips over her own; pausing slightly as her hands pressed up against his chest. Warm fingertips touched at the center of his sternum and moved up against the crevice between his pectorals; slowly slipping into the minor dip of his collarbones before they followed up the slender form of his neck. She slowly placed one finger against his purple lip; tracing the soft tissue from corner to corner. The tip of his tongue peeked out and ran over the small surface of her fingertip; slowly pulling it past his lips and biting softly into the broken nail. Her other fingers pushed aside his long pink strands and traced over the white piece that emerged from the side of his face; eventually moving up to trace the dripping pattern around his left eye. Sliding down along the soft, yet cold contours of his face, she cupped half his jawline before pulling him down against her once more. Tracing his lip once more, she felt him close the space between them. She gave into the rough touch of his lips against her own and moved her hands to tangle in his thick locks. That tongue of his barely had to touch at her lips before he was inside of her mouth once more; her tongue hesitated to greet his at first before he moved quick to leave no time for reluctance. There was an odd sense of his tongue rubbing against her own and her returning the gesture. He was rough at first before he slowly moved to just getting her response. She rolled her tongue against his and pulled him into a slow-moving tango between them.

A soft groan slowly made its way out of her throat as something brushed against her left leg. It was a cold, slick touch that slowly curled around her ankle before it moved up to the under curve of her calf. She shuddered lightly at the new sensation as it continued up to her knee and wrapped around her lower thigh. Another touch came straight up to her right calf and curled around her knee. Her fingers tightened together as the cold touch continued to grow with each new slick appendage that brushed against her slender legs. Every additional appendage dined in the delicacies of her flawless limbs as they traced every inch and wrapped themselves against her skin; drawn in by her overwhelming body heat. His fingertips traced over the soft curve of her jawline before they eventually found their way back down her body. She found herself intrigued more by his tongue and barely recognized his fingers ripping away any surviving fabric that remained between their bodies.

His narrow hips found their way between her thighs and forced them further apart as he entered her body in one quick, clean penetration. Her voice gave into him as her back arched upward into the desired shape; forcing her shoulders and hips back into the loose grains beneath them. He pushed so easily through her resisting walls and entered her fertile stomach; her thighs shuddered against his hips as he took the time to savor the moment. His lips gave up on her own and pressed against her vibrating throat to catch her deep moan as he slowly pulled himself free from her constricting muscles. Her hands dug into the space beside his own as he slowly pushed into her open body once more; this time savoring every arch and shift of her changing position underneath him. He felt her warm fingertips press against the sore flesh of his shoulders before they met together at the back of his neck; tracing softly over the black number 'eight' that had been tattooed into his flesh. A low groan escaped him at the heated sensations that were left exposed by her simple touch; fingertips running the same motion over and over again against his skin. His voice gave him away again as her heels pressed into his lower back; her legs almost perfectly perpendicular to his own now. It was a low, simple chorus of vocal noises and responses as each thrust was a smooth transition between their bodies. He touched at her cervix again and again just to hear her moans deepen; he brushed against the sensitive circle of tissue on her inner wall to feel her body shudder and shake beneath him. The smooth roll of his hips felt as though they burned the flesh of her inner thighs; the generating heat between them turned the air heavy and felt as though it would suffocate in their lungs. She groaned as his body continued to move deeper into her own; bringing her closer and closer to the edge once more. The muscles of her lower stomach tightened beneath the heated flesh as he entered her again and again. Her body continued to offer the perfect sense of warmth thrust after thrust; her slick inner walls progressively began to constrict tighter and tighter together. He could almost feel her abdominal muscles shuddering against his own as his lower body seemed to twist into a painful sense of euphoria. His body trembled on his palms as the last thrust brought enough pressure and heat to push him over the edge. His hips dug down into her own as her body seemed to snap up against his. She felt that same heated, almost unbearable sensation from before rock hard throughout her body again. Abdominal muscles tightening even more as her inner walls constricted harshly around him, which seemingly provoked his own release. Fingertips leaving bloodied lines over the back of his neck as his warm bodily fluid burned inside of her pleased body; leaving his mark deep inside. She heard him mutter a soft groan against her throat as she slowly slipped her numb legs off of his lower back, where a large bruise would soon be visible. Her tingling fingertips slowly fell off of his shoulders and collapsed against the rough sand underneath.

Slowly pushing a foot or two between their bodies, he looked down at her breathless, panting form. Those slender arms tiredly posed above her head; fingertips weakly curled inward towards her flushed palms. Her eyes were squeezed shut but slowly began to ease away the lust-provoked tension; eyelids softly twitched before they opened to reveal those green eyes underneath. Still hazy with lust and misty from their recent expedition. And despite her weakened form, those eyes still managed to form a strong connection with his own.

"Will you take up on my offer?" he questioned.

"Yes."