Warnings: continued explicit violence, explicit sexual content (3 of 3), some general weirdness and much spellcraft, oh, and Mpreg.
...okay, which male out there just fainted?! I heard the 'thump' of your body hitting the floor you sissy, get back here!
In the audience, Gin shot to his feet, dissolving into mist and ghosting through the bars of the cage. His vulpine hands were cold, and shocking out of nowhere, one on Renji's shoulder, the other over the ruined eye. "Enough, Tiger." He purred in the redhead's ear. "He's dead."
Renji started from the sudden, cold touch—the cooling, blood-sticky body beneath him—the points of needling, sharp pain in his chest and arm—the vicious pain in his eye and head, somewhat soothed by the cold palm. Who...what...He turned his head, remaining eye searching until he found the source. His voice was raw, soft, eyebrow furrowing.
"G...Gin...?" Byakuya's words would haunt him, later. Once he'd had a chance to process his jumbled, red-hazed memories.
"Shh, Tora, shh. Lemme work."
The Kitsune enveloped him in a cloud of his mist, the white substance cold and soothing, seeping into every cut. He'd be blinded on one side, but the pain could be eased, at least physically. Sad, brilliant blue eyes looked out of that fog that hid him from the audience, both sight and sound, "M'bright, bright Tiger, what a burden ya carry."
Renji breathed a deep sigh, frowning when he tried to open his right eye and found he couldn't. It was unresponsive. He reached up, trying to touch the spot and find out what was wrong. Why did it hurt so badly, though that was easing, and why couldn't he see out of it? "Gin...why can't I...?"
The kitsune held his paw over it. "Ya got hurt. I c'n't save it, but I c'n 'least speed up th' process. Ya won't hafta worry 'bout it itching much." With that the pain became furious itch, something deep and penetrating.
"NNngggahh!" The blade was still lodged deep in the soft tissue, and it resisted the healing process, damaging it as soon as it grew, new and soft, around it. Blood streamed, bright and hot, from beneath the lid and Renji hissed, shuddering and clinging to Gin. It still hadn't dawned on him that he'd well and truly killed someone. Destroyed him. Ended his life.
"I gotta get it out, Tora." Gin hissed, and pulled with something that wasn't strength—more like the mist that surrounded them.
The blade moved, slowly, inching, at a snail's pace, until it embedded itself in the vulpine's paw. Within the cloud the kitsune reverted to his more feral appearance, and the thick pad caught the tiny razor like cork on a needle.
"Ha. There." He smiled, though the expression didn't reach his eyes, which were amazingly open, bright, and clear with a message that Renji really didn't want to read.
"...Ow," Renji said softly, blinking his good eye.
There was something...strange washing over him. Through him. Something dark, and sweet, and Sinful. It was washing away the dull aches, and the guilt that had not yet taken full root was seized and flung far away, deep into his consciousness where it would not bother him, to become merely a point of curiosity. His tattoos darkened and rippled, extending further in preparation for the event his soul could feel coming, even if the rest of him could not.
When Gin pulled his hand away from the injury, cupping the petal-shaped blade, the eye underneath was filmed over in a milky dull red-the eye of a demon at rest. He sighed softly, eyes over-bright, and fully open in their sanctuary. If he was right, he didn't need to worry about the effect the captivating icy tone would have on the redhead. He scanned over him, taking in the subtle changes. Almost. He had almost pushed it over the edge.
He drew his empty hand down Renji's cheek, murmuring softly, and began to withdraw his mist cloud from around them, "M sorry it took me sa long, War."
Renji was confused—War? He was Rage, not—And then it hit. A sunburst of magical, spiritual energy flooded the town from the original center of power, the Shrine, and Renji's body froze for an instant before it convulsed, Awakening.
Nails extending into claws that raked and gouged the cement floor, Renji's eye once more burned the color of hellfire as the black tattoos went racing over his flesh, looking and finding their niches as conductors of his Power. Horns, multi-pronged with wicked curves and points, forced their way through his temples, branching above his head and over his back in the most offense-based protection, the most splendid war-helmet, ever conceived as from his back burst forth wire 'wings'—all that remained of his once-holy status. He howled, both from pain and from naked delight. He was Awake! He knew who he was at last! Better, he knew who—rather what—Gin was.
He turned on the fox, eye burning as he wrapped both strong arms around him, quicker than thought, and pulled him right up against his heaving, blood-soaked chest. He snarled, his hair tongues of flame licking the air, buffeted by the freed power whipping around them, "Mine."
The kitsune purred, and wrapped himself around his redhead. He licked blood and sweat from Renji's cheek, still approaching from the horseman's good side as he knew that the Vision of War would take some getting used to, and grinned "Oh, yes, Tiger. All yers. What say we leave th' humans beggin' fer more an' take this sum' place more private, ne?"
Renji's grin was all demon as he kissed the kitsune with the same fierceness with which he held him to his chest. "Sounds fuckin' perfect."
He rumbled in a gravelly growl, body lifting up onto the balls of his feet before, in a blast of speed that ripped the air, he was home. Not his human home, his home, in the Shrine, in his center of power, where he threw up a privacy ward, summoned his bed, and threw Gin down before tearing off his clothes.
"All mine," he repeated, voice lowering to a purr.
The kitsune drew his hands up to his chest, all playful innocence and trickery. He purred, "Gonna Mark me, are ya?"
"Damn fuckin' right I am, an' I 'spect ta be Marked in return, Foxy," he grinned, wings flaring as his pants disappeared with a flick of his wrist before he pounced.
"An' ta think, jus' a couple hours ago, ya didn' want me touchin' ya there." The silver haired male, took both hands and wrapped them around the pulsing, thick length above him, stroking gently while vibrant eyes watched the newly Awakened demon above him. His tongue snaked out to lick his lips.
Renji's eyelids fluttered before the vow came back to him at Gin's words. "Nnghaa, Fuck!" He pulled away, sitting up on his knees, hands raking through his hair until they hit and gripped the base of his horns. "Fuck! I can't believe I…so stupid…I-I-I can't. Damn me to the Abyss, I can't!" He looked positively forlorn, his expression suggested he was about to cry.
Gin propped himself up on his elbows. This was the first that the other had actually said anything useful about his shying away from the kitsune's advances. Up to now it had all seemed like playing hard to get, which only enticed the demon more, but this...this was something different.
He glared, "Whaddya mean ya 'can't'?"
"I...Byakuya hurt my human self so badly I...made a Vow." Renji's elongated ears drooped, and he wasn't looking Gin in the eye. Whatever his Vow had been—well, it was obvious Gin was not going to like it.
"A Vow? Not jus' a vow, but a Vow?" Ice became electric as the vulpine squinted his eyes. "Yer human form wasn' even aware o' magic, how could ya 'ave made a Vow?"
"Enough o' m' Knowledge carries over through my rebirths that my genetic mem'ry knows how ta make Oaths, Vows, an' th' like," the newly Awakened demon mumbled, fidgeting. "An- an' he really hurt me bad, baby. Enough ta...ta...ta..." his eyes squeezed shut as he delivered his horrifying, heart-breaking news. "Ta swear off all sex ferver."
The kistune shuddered, eyes going wide and horrified. "He...what?! How could ya?! Ya...'M gonna...sa help me, Tora...!"
He sputtered, pushing the much larger male back off of him, his own power growing and whipping around the room in a cold, icy wind that made the tribute candles flicker and put frozen condensation on the windows. His tails were still and bristled as he dropped the pretense of appearing human. Long, sharp canines took over his mouth as he bared his teeth. His conical ears lay flat against his head, and his claws dug into the tatami mats, worrying the tough straw when he landed on his feet to pace the room. After a few moments, he whirled on the redhead.
"Where is it? Vows al'ays leave a mark o' sum' kind. Where'd ya put it?"
He scanned every inch of Renji's skin, lifting his arms, his legs, spreading his toes, grabbing his horns to sift through his hair, pushing his still injured chin up to analyze the column of tattooed neck. All with a low growl and rough handling.
"S' on m'belly, where I saw it every day," he replied, with an 'eep' at being manhandled.
Though it was rough, now that his demon toughness was brought forth it wasn't really painful. But telling a sex demon he could never have sex with them? Never touch or take pleasure? Ohhh that was like telling the heroin addict there wasn't any when they were already going into withdrawal.
The symbol on his stomach was in a deep pink- the color of Byakuya's cherry petal blades, to remind him of why he'd made said Vow. It was a simple circle that swirled inward, with a diagonal bar across it indicating forbiddance.
Both hands on the redhead's shoulders and disregarding his new wings, the fox-man shoved him back onto the bed so his stomach was exposed. Glared frozen daggers at the sakura-colored mark, he growled low, and examined the accursed thing barely inches from where it stained his wildcat's skin. He sniffed it, snorted over it, traced the design with a claw just barely light enough to avoid cutting the flesh, and finally shifted his glare back up to the crimson double-vision of the demon beneath him.
"How could ya..." He rumbled, but it was unclear whether the repetition was painful or angry.
Renji's ears pressed back further in disappointment, sadness, and a deep, ringing pain; a soul-deep pain. "...There's a human sayin'...'ya can't rape th' willin'. Except ya can. Especially if yer 'willin' is a scared virgin an' when he pleads wit'chu ta 'stop', ya pretend ya din't hear 'im."
The kitsune ripped his head away, a growl, deeper and more violent than any he'd previously released tearing through the sacred buildings like a hound on the loose. The wind itself invaded the caretakers' beds, brought their dreams into nightmares, and filled the whole quarter of the city with a cold dread that none could quite name. Sex denied was one thing. Forced sex was something else again. Something that precious should never be twisted like that, and the vulpine demon made it clear. If the man wasn't already dead, he'd go back and teach him the true meaning of death.
It took several moments, but Gin composed himself with a shiver. "How 'xactly did ya say yer Vow, Tiger?"
His brows furrowed as he took a moment to call the words to mind. "...'I am never going to have sex," he enunciated clearly, "with anybody for as long as I live, be it oral, anal, vaginal, or any other way that can be devised.' That's what I said, word-fer-word. I never wanted ta feel hurt like tha' again, nor inflict it on anybody else."
A sly smile curled the fox-man's mouth and a spark of something lit his eyes. "Ya said 'anybody', righ'?"
Crimson and ebony ears perked—he was a creature of violence, not intelligence. The little kitsune seemed to be thinking something. "Yeah, s' what I said."
"I ain't 'anybody'. 'M yer 'key', Tora no ai." He purred, delicate claws running up the thick, corded muscles of the Horseman's legs while he slunk back up the bed. He chuckled deviously. "S' far as yer curse is c'ncerned…M jus' a tool, an object ta be used like an athame. Sa, whadya say, tiger-boy," He bent and ran his tongue along the inside of Renji's thigh. "What say we free ya o' that pesky bindin' sa ya c'n get back ta rulin' chaos an' destruction?"
Renji purred happily, body relaxing. "Oooh yes, let's, my Key," he growled, petting the other's hair and ears as his eye darkened with lust.
The kitsune's talented tongue trailed up the curves of quadracep to the hollow of the redhead's hip bones, and across to draw a line of fire up the re-awakening erection. Drawing the tip into his mouth, he swallowed it down, letting his mist flow around them in counter-point to the heat of his target.
Renji moaned hard and long, fingers twitching, claws picking at fabric and flesh alike as his back arched. "Nnmm, oh, Gin..."
Been a while, eh, Tiger? The question wasn't spoken, but it was on the air nonetheless, as the silver-haired male cupped the Horseman's scrotum, rolling the orbs gently, and thoroughly slicking the entire length of his manhood. Burning eyes met the mismatched crimson and cinnamon gaze above his relaxed conical ears. Both hands on Renji's hips as the kitsune surrounded them, creating a rhythm with his sucking that mimicked that of a tender lover riding the redhead, slow and sensually. He had to build the power slowly, bring it up through the toes and down from the scalp, the same way he would if he was going to devour his lover.
The lines of power streaked across his body began to glow softly, starting with his fingers, toes, and forehead as power was slowly, and gently, drawn up and out of him. Renji himself panted, long fingers tangling gently in Gin's hair, long claws lightly scratching his scalp. The most recent human life, the rape victim, was still close to him. This tenderness, this sweetness, it was easing that soul-hurt, the fear he was still carrying despite his previous lives in which sex had been good, and his Knowledge that Gin, as a sex demon, never took anything unwillingly. It soothed him, and the soft influx of power wasn't exactly hurting that.
Gin swallowed around his mouthful once, as the power began to reach the core of his lover's body, the ebony lines edged in deep red, like the angry skin immediately after being inked. He summoned a change to his saliva, creating the kind of lubrication he knew would be needed, then pulled back, though not away. His hands ran up Renji's sides, still gentle, and soothing, tracing the lines that had yet to be filled across the redhead's ribs and stomach.
"M gonna hafta take ya, Aiko. Ya hafta ride me ta Mark me, an' fer me ta Mark ya back. Ya know tha'." He purred, trailing cool kisses across his lover's heated skin.
Renji was flushed a light red across the cheeks and nose with pleasure, eyes half-lidded as he directed his soft gaze to his kitsune and his Key. "I do know...and you know just what to do to soothe my twisted instincts from my most recent life. I'm okay. Just...go slow."
The lines over his shoulders were glowing now, head and arm lines meeting at the neck and slipping over his collarbone, gentle, but insistent. The glow on his legs was already past his knees.
"I know, in m' head, you'll never hurt me. But if I freeze up..." He trailed off with a bit of a shudder.
"Shh." The kitsune nuzzled up that glowing neck, licking along the power lines, making them spark with tiny pseudo-electric shocks through the redhead's body. "I know."
He pulled himself up, belly dragging along the engorged flesh of his lover's cock, teasing it with the silky fur of his happy trail, then moaning as their arousals slid along each other, but he didn't stop until he was hovering over that proud prick. Somehow during the foreplay he'd prepared himself and all three tails hiked as he pressed his winking entrance back onto Renji's manhood. He sat slowly, taking each inch one at a time until he was fully seated, gently milking his lover.
"Mmngh, tell me when I c'n move, Tora no Ai."
Renji nuzzled him a moment before shifting a little, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss and pet his fox. His kitsune. A deep, pleasured rumble expressed how happy he was, how pleased, better than any Human language could and he nipped his throat before saying, voice husky and deep, "Anytime yer ready, koi."
"Ya always say th' sweetest things in m' language."
Gin purred, beginning that same sensual rhythm he'd used with his tongue. More rocking back and forth than lifting and falling, it brought his lips up to capture Renji's, and his hands wound in the long crimson strands at the nape of the Horseman's neck. His body undulated on his knees, using the flexibility of the fox to keep the pace steady.
The lines of power were converging now, meeting at his hips and butt, swirling between the lines on his dick and the pool of his Sacral Chakra, pulsing slowly in time with his Mate's movements as he kissed the fox back, sweetly. Passion would come later, inevitably, it was part of Renji's nature. But now, as they lay uniting in body and soul, erasing Renji-the-Human's horrible experience, this tenderness simply felt right.
The energies built, and Gin began to yip quietly, under his breath. He was close, Renji's own pleasure spurring him on as he rode. It wouldn't be long, and it wasn't furious, but sometimes, sweet and slow was just as good. The kitsune couldn't remember a time when things had been quite so tender with his lovers, and he knew from this moment on, no other would ever do it the way his Horseman could.
"Nyah...Tora...gonna...Mrrrr."
"Rrowwrr," he replied, nuzzling and licking at his neck. "Good, s' what I want."
His hands danced up the kitsune's sides, claws dragging just enough to give him shivers before each hand took a tail and stroked it firmly from base to tip, the lines of his 'power rod' now filling up the sides of his dick, slower than the others, but the most powerful of the energies approaching their peak.
"F-fill...me...Torrrrra..." The vulpine purred, every breath ending in a small sound.
He ground his own length against the tone planes of his lover's stomach, the bumps and dips stimulating the knot at the base of his dick. Swollen, heavy, and leaking furiously, Gin pinched it between their bodies, drawing his mist cloud in to add to the Marking. His teeth lengthened and a growling moan accompanied his nuzzling around Renji's jaw towards his blind side, nipping and licking. Another thrust, another moment, another moan...so close...
Those little sounds, combined with his mate's plea, did the trick. Renji rolled his hips up into him when he rocked forward, planting himself deep as possible as he came, fierce and surging with power, and yet it was still a sweet thing, as tender as their lovemaking despite his upward lunge to bury his fangs in the fox's shoulder and Mark him as His forever.
Gin did the same, exploding in climax between them. He bit down, power surging through his oh-so-sinful mouth, in the place between neck-lines and shoulder-lines, a silvery swirl throwing contrast to ebony and bronze.
Renji moaned into the flesh where his teeth were fastened, the double-Marking creating a surging power loop that made him squirm and cling and explode a second time, even a third before he could hold on no longer and his jaw let go, breaking the loop as he fell flat on his back on the bed, exhausted.
The kitsune panted heavily, hot breath ghosting over the still fresh Mark. He brought a hand in between them, where the smaller male was arched slightly to avoid laying in the mess he'd made, to rub across his belly.
"Heh...damn...I think ya...heh..." He shifted slightly, so his nose was buried under Renji's ear. "How d'ya feel 'bout kits, Aiko?"
"I...already...?" A huge grin stole across his face as his eye glowed. "I love kits, darlin'," he purred before kissing his mate happily, one hand coming down to cover the fox's on his stomach.
Then he gave a huge yawn like the cat he was and pulled slowly out—staying inside would probably make poor Gin rather sore. That done, he then quickly flipped himself around to lick at his mate's hole, where he was leaking seed, nose bumping into those sexy tails. The fox-man squirmed, toes curling, and mewling. It was arousing but not enough to bring him to full hardness. He rolled over so his legs were spread and he could squirm on his back.
When Gin was all clean, Renji licked his lips and bent up to clean himself—he didn't even think about it. He didn't have to. He was a cat, and that part of himself said 'you have to be clean' before he could sleep. Still, it was quite an impressive feat—his spine shouldn't have been long enough to double in half like that. He looked just like a housecat, except maybe more dangerous because of the horns.
The kitsune blinked sleepily and tilted his head as the cloudy, white mess on his mate's stomach was cleaned away, "Tora..."
"Yyyes Mate?" Leg still up in the air, he licked his lips again, twisted, and stretched. Now clean, he could relax.
"The Vow mark...looky." Gin yawned, curling into a ball with his tails wrapped around himself.
"Oh!"
It was gone. The memories, the reason for the Vow, had been overridden, eradicated, through use of the loophole, and thus it no longer existed. As the tiger demon settled with his mate, curling around him, he grinned.
"Ya know what this means, luv…We c'n threesome with So."
"Ooh. Now yer really speakin' mah language! Git over here!" The vulpine pounced him, kissing and petting and purring and clinging as light broke through the windows of the shrine from outside.
On the roof, a pair of red eyes glared out at the world, and a voice hissed, "What now, Ssssaru?"
"Now, we inform the boss." There was a rumble of power too small to disturb the pair below, and the nue stepped through the Veil with a roll of its heavily-muscled shoulders.