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When; March 21, night
Rating; no telling ^^
Characters; Rangiku

revelations9x6
Summary; Xulchi's back and Rangiku goes to say hello.
Log;

Spring was fresh in the night air as Rangiku made her way to the place she knew Xulchibara would be. She could've used her shunpyo to get her there faster, but the night was too lovely to race through. Still, it wasn't a long time before his home came into view. She paused outside, knowing he'd know she was there.

Haineko rumbled to her, full of questions and pensiveness, but Rangiku silenced her with her own iron will.

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The manor was showing some disrepair in it's Lord's absence.
Nothing too terrible, but recreating the complex system of warding that surrounded the grounds was tedious, and energy consuming.

Xulchilbara, having been already fatigued before ever returning to the nameless city, had set about setting the larger interlocking wards in place before seeing to the state of the 'servants' in the underground.
( So many were used for target practice, after all...sad really that these poor mewling creatures had looked to Him for protection...Looked to Him, and He had failed them.)

Pensive with the concerns of the past few days, He noted Rangiku's presence with a certain sense of anticipation.
She was strong, and whether she realized it or not, capable of helping him with that little issue of tapped energy reserves.

As she passed through the night, He shadow-stepped to meet her.
After all....the stars, and the outdoors held quite pleasant memories for the two of them.

He took a moment to breathe her familiar scent, then made himself known, and allowed the oblidging shadow that cloaked him to retreat.

"You need not wait at the door, Chrysanthemum", He purred, " You should know by now, that you are always welcome in my home."

She sensed him an instant before she heard his voice, but the sound sent a shiver down her spine. The tone brought heated memories to the fore, making her lips curl into a slow smile. "It's polite," she murmured quietly. "It isn't very often that I use my manners, you know." Her eyes slid over him, noticing how worn he looked.

"... time's been hard on you, hasn't it?"

The careful concern that had manifested itself in her willingly forgotten pregnancy was never far off.

A flare of irritation briefly lit His eyes, but He turned them from her in an attempt to hide His dissatisfaction with His weakness. ( It was showing far worse than He had anticipated.)

A tense moment passed, but that smile, so full of promise, lit His features when He looked back at her.

" I suppose it is only natural I should be showing my age." He replied lightly, and stepped away from the shrouding shadows caste by the wane moonlight.

A step, and then another; the liquid grace that marked Him out as 'other' was still as much a part of him as it ever was.
He came closer...so close that if either were to take a deep breath, they could touch.

Indeed, her scent ( the sent of power. Strong and feminine) buffeted Him, and one pale long-fingered hand rose as though to touch her, but hovered just beyond touching her face.

" Then again, I don't think that has ever bothered you, has it Rangiku...." He said softly. His voice, like a touch against the syllables of her given name.

I Am SO tIrEd....AnD yOuR ReiTsU Is lIkE A SwEeT DrUg....
The 'words' did not pass His lips, but still hung in the air like a promise.
It cAlLs To mE

The warmth and softness of her skin was tempting...so very tempting.
...And as she had so adequately put, He too was not one to ever resist temptation.
Slowly, giving her time to pull away if she chose, His fingers scribed small aimless circles against her cheek, then moved, inch by inch, to hook around the back of her neck and draw her closer.

" I have missed you, Chrysanthemum", He purred, His breath passing over the outer shell of her ear.

She caught the shadowed look, but she held her ground where most would've fled. Even when he moved close, she stood still, eyes locked. His hand hovered before her face and she fought the urge to lean into the touch, swallowing a little as she tried to find her voice. His power, waning as it was, still washed over her with that warmth she'd never felt the like of. Carefully, her breath gusted out as he savored her name.

A voice in the back of her mind chimed in, reminding her of promises she'd made to her fox; the chiding from the Thunderwitch about her wavering faithlessness, but the moment his fingers touched her cheek, the voice went silent. With a heavy sigh, her eyes slid half-lidded as she leaned to the touch like she'd wanted to do before.

".... seems like you have, indeed."

He smiled into her hair, and breathed deeply of her scent.
Tentatively, He also relaxed the tight rein usually exerted over His essence ( a hold that was taxing to maintain in His weakened state) and let that razor-edged heat wash over her as well.

A sub-audibal purring established itself somewhere in the vicinity of His chest, and rose briefly in cadence as she leaned into His touch.
Taking this for permission, His other hand rose to circle her waist, and splay across her back.
He pulled her close and nipped playfully at her ear.

I cAn FeEl iT, ChrySaNtHeMuM His mental 'voice whispered like a warm wind through her, YoU WaNt Me....
He ghosted a kiss across her cheek, then looked her in the eye once more.
....SO very few people could hold the Red God's gaze unflinching, and her eyes were like cool blue waters.
He found himself watching her emotions through those icey windows to her soul.
A breath, then another, and those burning eyes slid half-closed, while His mouth caught her's in a surprisingly tender kiss.

LeT Go, RaNgIkU...LeT Me aDoRe YoU...

The heat made her knees weak, just like she remembered from the time before. There was something hypnotic about him; but she couldn't decide if it was the touch of his power, the firey eyes, or the purr of his 'voice' so different from the timbre she was used to hearing.

Her acceptance was silent against the gentle kiss, but obvious in the way her hands settled on him; one resting on the arm around her waist, the other rising to sink into his hair.

He didn't question her, but a tiny, smug smile hinted at the corners of his mouth as the hand on her neck moved at a slow caress down across her shoulder; the tips of His fingers skimming her breast light as a whispered prayer.

He was showing His age, and she was now wed, yet her touch to His skin was as it ever had been with them; Chemistry

The kiss deepened, as did the purring....

....And that hand encircled her waist, coaxed her hips foreward to press against His.
With the flare in His own power brushing so close to hers, her reitsu responded in kind, and rose to the gentle tasting.
Like drawing breath from her, He started to drink down her energy through her mouth.
...A flash of impatient want, and His tongue pushed past her lips to taste her deeper.

Both hands now at her waist, He pulled at the silk encircling it.
A whisper of fabric against fabric when the belt came free, and His hands pushed beneath her robe; one to pass across her stomach, leaving burning trails in His finger's wake, the other rose to cup her breast.

The invading, consuming kiss broke.

A subtle increase in the cadence of purring, and His mouth found her neck....her collarbone...the top of her breast, and finally settled it's scalding heat over her nipple.

Still her power flowed through him, as His washed over and through her. Feminine to masculine, life to death, ice to fire.

She felt her power rise to meet his and didn't think oddly of it. She was too enthralled to be as concerned as she normally would; too attentive to the feel of scorching hands along her flesh. A flicker of guilt rose in her mind, but the rush of lust and the song of their mixed power clouded the doubt she felt. A raw sound pulled from her throat at the feel of his lips at her nipple. The fingers in his hair were joined by their twins, tightening as any lingering reservations left her.

This was the heat she remembered so well. This otherwordly fervor that even her husband couldn’t drive her to. A soft curse fell from her lips as she sank nails into his scalp. Her knees shook as she found herself sinking to the ground, pulling him with her.

The Red God heard the ghostly memory of a silver fox, and growled at it's insistant rising.
In return, He concentrated the rampant pain-pleasure sensation down to a crimson flow of pleasure alone....and let it join the song; nerve endings singing together in a cacophony of feeling.

Nothing but the feel of her skin, the scent of her desire, and the taste of her power, before the coolness of the forest floor joined the music they made with a delightfully cool contrast to the searing, scalding heat the pair of them made.
He was on His knees, she on her back; her robes pooling around her nude form as though an artist had arranged her thus for dramatic effect.
Breathtaking
A moment, a movement, and the dense cloth of His collar, and then priest's robes parted to ride low on His arms.

Both of them; pale candles of flesh framed in darkness.
curling like a stalking leopard foreward, and her hands ran through His hair. The contact of her breasts, her belly against His bare skin felt as though it should ignite them both.
Like living metal....they could drown in each other.

Power-drunk, Xulchilbara kissed at her as though He would consume her completly, while His body made further demands on hers.
A breath away from being within her, He shifted to support Himself on one hand, and used the other to spread her further.

A kiss, another, and He shuddered with the wash of power she gave willingly.....

....And in one thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside her with a growl.

All memory of her beloved husband faded under the onslaught of pleasure. Her robes were tied around her and in what seemed the blink of an eye, she was suddenly bare and on her back, the litter of the forest floor poking into her bare feet without notice. She groaned as he ate at her lips; the sound shifting to a hiss of her own to meet his as he filled her. Her back arched almost off the ground as her legs snaked around him, high on his waist. Without urging, she surged up into him, as rapt as he seemed to be.

Ravaging and invasive; His mouth fed at hers. One hand twined her silken hair through His fingers, then fisted to pull her neck into an elegant arch, and allow Him greater access to her throat.
Preternatural teeth grazed her pulse point, then moved down to nip at the top of her breast....a light mark, a bolt of pain to offset the relentless surging of both power and flesh into her body.

Between each breath, each beat of her heart, each throb of rapture, the liquid darkness of his essence invaded her mind, held her fast, and drew her reitsu out in a steady stream.
A growl, low and feral, and His hands cupped her bottom to raise and angle her for deeper penetration.
The blood in her veins, the salt of her skin, the cool fire of her reitsu...it mixed and mingled with the ebb and flow, push and pull of His body within her and created a state of mind, of being, that the Red God was created from.
...Even on this smaller level, the essence of a lust born from dark temptation was a cornerstone of His being.

She may never know it....but this simple act was enough to restore Xulchilbara to His rightful self.

Haineko hissed down deep in her soul when she felt her mistress' throat bared to him, but Rangiku moaned and dug her nails into the back of his neck in welcome. Between the harsh tug on her hair and the sharp bite at her breast, she arched up hard against him, the ache adding to the heavy pleasure.

He struck something deep inside her and she cried out, mingled pain with the bliss, but her hips never stopped shifting against his. Her voice shuddered in a littany of simple things; more and harder.

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