Bleach - Turn Your Face Away From Cold, Unfeeling Light
So, because I'll be away for the Easter holidays, you guys are getting three fics now, and I'll post two more when I get back.
Title: Turn Your Face Away From Cold, Unfeeling Light
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Pairing: Aaroniero/Rukia
Rating: R
Prompt: Music of the Night: Act One & Act Two / Stockholm syndrome (that's right - I wrote a continuation of THE FIC).
Requester: starvinbohemian
Turn Your face Away From Cold, Unfeeling Light
It was strange, living in the dark every moment of their new existence as Arrancar.
When they'd been Shinigami, Kaien had loved the sunlight. Mariposa can't remember an instant she didn't see him outside, enjoying the sun's rays, except for their last night alive. It had been raining then and he'd been a very different Kaien from the one she knew. A man gone mad with grief, and consumed with rage. A man she barely recognized, but was now so intimate with.
Perhaps that was why they lived in the dark. She'd become someone else that night too. A murderer. Thankfully, the Shinigami Ukitake, who'd ended her life an instant after she'd ended Kaien's, had cut her killing streak short.
"Mariposa," Aaroniero hissed as he awoke from his slumber. His cold hands gripped her hips.
"Aaroniero," she purred, turning to face him. She nipped his lips and drew blood. She licked the red liquid from his pale lips.
Her mate groaned deeply as he pulled her under him. Mariposa giggled as his weight settled over her.
"My love," he breathed.
"Yes," she answered, "yours."
Aaroniero awarded her with a deep kiss as his hands explored her body. His hands, so cold, shot such sparks of warmth through her. He drew his fingernails along the edge of the nine tattooed on her shoulder. The symbol of their union. "My mate."
He planted an open mouthed kiss on her shoulder blade, right over the small patch of skin in the 'nine', marking her yet again.
"Always yours," she promised as she raised her hands to bury them in his dark hair.
He moved his head from her shoulder so that he could stare down at her, unblinking. "As it should be."
Mariposa smiled. "As it was meant to be."
Together they moved to the ancient dance of darkness. Eyes watching eyes. Nails digging into flesh. Mouth seeking mouth.
"How do I make you stay?" Aaroniero gasped into her ear.
There were times when Mariposa wondered whether the consumption of a thousand souls had not driven her mate mad for how could he ever doubt a love that had survived death?
"Why would I leave?"
~*~
Kuchiki Rukia had not had a happy life. Left to die in a alleyway by her sister, abandoned by Renji and spurned by her brother-in-law, only to suffer from an unrequited love that could have been so easily returned if only Kaien had kept his emotions of rage and guilt in check that rainy night. Then to be killed by her coward of a Captain.
While Rukia's life had been a living hell of constant disappointments, her afterlife was one drop of heaven after another.
"It's good we died together," she told her mate, "I wouldn't have survived a life without you."
Aaroniero stared at her. "Would you not?"
Mariposa shook her head. "No."
He frowned, dancing his fingers along Nejibana's edges. "What if you had lived to see the dawn?"
Mariposa leaned down over his shoulder and captured his fingers in her tiny hand. "Than my existence as Kuchiki Rukia would have been even more miserable than it already was."
"You would have found a replacement for me."
"Never," she kissed his knuckles, "no one could replace Kaien-dono in my heart."
Aaroniero chuckled. "You say that," he said, his voice dark.
"I mean it. I exist to love you."
Her mate grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her jaw. "You say that," he growled, his hand tightening on Nejibana's hilt, "but what about the boy?"
Mariposa frowned. "Boy?" She smiled. "My love, you don't mean Grimmjow?" She tugged his bangs. "Why would I want a boy when I have a man? The best man in existence."
Aaroniero's grip relaxed and Mariposa used his dropped guard to push her face forward to kiss him. Aaroniero wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to rest on his lap.
"I want to give you everything," Mariposa gasped out as they stripped each other of their uniforms.
Aaroniero kissed her gently on the forehead. "I know," he smiled down at her, "my beautiful, faithful mate." He laid her down on the bed of their robes. "Too good for me."
"Just right for you," she sighed as he settled between her thighs, "created for you; living for you."
Aaroniero placed his hand at her throat where the fake Hollow hole rested. "The only one I want to belong to," he murmured.
~*~
"Why can't I go outside?" Mariposa demanded, Shirayuki in her hands.
Aaroniero shook his head, his face taking on an ugly expression. "Why do you need to go outside? You don't need anything out there."
His mate sighed, twisting the ribbon of her zanpaktou between her fingers. "I miss the sun," she admitted.
The Ninth Espada growled. "What's so great about it?"
Mariposa sighed again. "I don't know. I just need to see it."
"No, you don't."
"But I do." Mariposa stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Come with me. I don't wish to go without you. Let's see it together."
"No!" Aaroniero shoved her hand away.
Mariposa stared up at him in shock, her hand still reaching for him. "Aaroniero--"
"You want the sun so bad?" Aaroniero screamed, grabbing her arm and shaking her. "I'll give it to you! You can die in it!"
There was a loud smack as Mariposa's hand landed against Aaroniero's cheek. As he stared at her in shock, his hand crushing the frail bird bones of her arm, his mate fell to her knees, her free hand over her mouth.
"Mariposa?"
His mate retched.
Aaroniero squatted down on the floor beside her. "Love?" He placed a hand on her back only for Mariposa to turn away, tears streaming down her red face.
"I wanted to get you flowers," she mumbled, her frail shoulders visibly trembling, "so you'd know it was a good surprise."
She didn't resist this time when he cupped her shoulders and gently cradled her in his lap. She sniffled as she took one of his large hands and placed it on her stomach. There is a flutter of light.
A slow grin stretched over Aaroniero's face. "Oh, my Mariposa. You miraculous creature."
"I told you I'd give you everything we were denied the first time," Mariposa said in a sulking tone, insulted he hadn't believed her.
"So, you did." Aaroniero rose to his feet, his wonderful mate carefully held in his arms. "We must inform Aizen-sama." He shifted his precious burden so that he might pull on his mask. "And for you, love of my existence, we'll take the outside route."
Mariposa giggled in delight, wrapping her arms around his neck, not caring about the strange mask her mate insisted on wearing when he went outside as she pressed her lips against the bone in gratitude.
Title: Turn Your Face Away From Cold, Unfeeling Light
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Pairing: Aaroniero/Rukia
Rating: R
Prompt: Music of the Night: Act One & Act Two / Stockholm syndrome (that's right - I wrote a continuation of THE FIC).
Requester: starvinbohemian
Turn Your face Away From Cold, Unfeeling Light
It was strange, living in the dark every moment of their new existence as Arrancar.
When they'd been Shinigami, Kaien had loved the sunlight. Mariposa can't remember an instant she didn't see him outside, enjoying the sun's rays, except for their last night alive. It had been raining then and he'd been a very different Kaien from the one she knew. A man gone mad with grief, and consumed with rage. A man she barely recognized, but was now so intimate with.
Perhaps that was why they lived in the dark. She'd become someone else that night too. A murderer. Thankfully, the Shinigami Ukitake, who'd ended her life an instant after she'd ended Kaien's, had cut her killing streak short.
"Mariposa," Aaroniero hissed as he awoke from his slumber. His cold hands gripped her hips.
"Aaroniero," she purred, turning to face him. She nipped his lips and drew blood. She licked the red liquid from his pale lips.
Her mate groaned deeply as he pulled her under him. Mariposa giggled as his weight settled over her.
"My love," he breathed.
"Yes," she answered, "yours."
Aaroniero awarded her with a deep kiss as his hands explored her body. His hands, so cold, shot such sparks of warmth through her. He drew his fingernails along the edge of the nine tattooed on her shoulder. The symbol of their union. "My mate."
He planted an open mouthed kiss on her shoulder blade, right over the small patch of skin in the 'nine', marking her yet again.
"Always yours," she promised as she raised her hands to bury them in his dark hair.
He moved his head from her shoulder so that he could stare down at her, unblinking. "As it should be."
Mariposa smiled. "As it was meant to be."
Together they moved to the ancient dance of darkness. Eyes watching eyes. Nails digging into flesh. Mouth seeking mouth.
"How do I make you stay?" Aaroniero gasped into her ear.
There were times when Mariposa wondered whether the consumption of a thousand souls had not driven her mate mad for how could he ever doubt a love that had survived death?
"Why would I leave?"
~*~
Kuchiki Rukia had not had a happy life. Left to die in a alleyway by her sister, abandoned by Renji and spurned by her brother-in-law, only to suffer from an unrequited love that could have been so easily returned if only Kaien had kept his emotions of rage and guilt in check that rainy night. Then to be killed by her coward of a Captain.
While Rukia's life had been a living hell of constant disappointments, her afterlife was one drop of heaven after another.
"It's good we died together," she told her mate, "I wouldn't have survived a life without you."
Aaroniero stared at her. "Would you not?"
Mariposa shook her head. "No."
He frowned, dancing his fingers along Nejibana's edges. "What if you had lived to see the dawn?"
Mariposa leaned down over his shoulder and captured his fingers in her tiny hand. "Than my existence as Kuchiki Rukia would have been even more miserable than it already was."
"You would have found a replacement for me."
"Never," she kissed his knuckles, "no one could replace Kaien-dono in my heart."
Aaroniero chuckled. "You say that," he said, his voice dark.
"I mean it. I exist to love you."
Her mate grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her jaw. "You say that," he growled, his hand tightening on Nejibana's hilt, "but what about the boy?"
Mariposa frowned. "Boy?" She smiled. "My love, you don't mean Grimmjow?" She tugged his bangs. "Why would I want a boy when I have a man? The best man in existence."
Aaroniero's grip relaxed and Mariposa used his dropped guard to push her face forward to kiss him. Aaroniero wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to rest on his lap.
"I want to give you everything," Mariposa gasped out as they stripped each other of their uniforms.
Aaroniero kissed her gently on the forehead. "I know," he smiled down at her, "my beautiful, faithful mate." He laid her down on the bed of their robes. "Too good for me."
"Just right for you," she sighed as he settled between her thighs, "created for you; living for you."
Aaroniero placed his hand at her throat where the fake Hollow hole rested. "The only one I want to belong to," he murmured.
~*~
"Why can't I go outside?" Mariposa demanded, Shirayuki in her hands.
Aaroniero shook his head, his face taking on an ugly expression. "Why do you need to go outside? You don't need anything out there."
His mate sighed, twisting the ribbon of her zanpaktou between her fingers. "I miss the sun," she admitted.
The Ninth Espada growled. "What's so great about it?"
Mariposa sighed again. "I don't know. I just need to see it."
"No, you don't."
"But I do." Mariposa stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Come with me. I don't wish to go without you. Let's see it together."
"No!" Aaroniero shoved her hand away.
Mariposa stared up at him in shock, her hand still reaching for him. "Aaroniero--"
"You want the sun so bad?" Aaroniero screamed, grabbing her arm and shaking her. "I'll give it to you! You can die in it!"
There was a loud smack as Mariposa's hand landed against Aaroniero's cheek. As he stared at her in shock, his hand crushing the frail bird bones of her arm, his mate fell to her knees, her free hand over her mouth.
"Mariposa?"
His mate retched.
Aaroniero squatted down on the floor beside her. "Love?" He placed a hand on her back only for Mariposa to turn away, tears streaming down her red face.
"I wanted to get you flowers," she mumbled, her frail shoulders visibly trembling, "so you'd know it was a good surprise."
She didn't resist this time when he cupped her shoulders and gently cradled her in his lap. She sniffled as she took one of his large hands and placed it on her stomach. There is a flutter of light.
A slow grin stretched over Aaroniero's face. "Oh, my Mariposa. You miraculous creature."
"I told you I'd give you everything we were denied the first time," Mariposa said in a sulking tone, insulted he hadn't believed her.
"So, you did." Aaroniero rose to his feet, his wonderful mate carefully held in his arms. "We must inform Aizen-sama." He shifted his precious burden so that he might pull on his mask. "And for you, love of my existence, we'll take the outside route."
Mariposa giggled in delight, wrapping her arms around his neck, not caring about the strange mask her mate insisted on wearing when he went outside as she pressed her lips against the bone in gratitude.