Sleepless Nights [#5][Rated... Something hard - Private - Rekkan / Riko]

One of the Suzumei sisters was in a realm that scared her, the shinigami world. But, she figured this place was safer then Hueco Mundo at the moment with Sougetsu knowing that she had freedom. It was hell there, no longer home, and that hurt her more than she would tell anyone. She had entered threw one of the gargantuans she opened, into the realm, and was rightly lost. Her bright blue eyes flicked about with a nervous tendency that a small animal would portray, her slim build shivered in the cool night air. She wished she wore the uniform she had before, but now that she was moving through realms all the time she couldn't. She couldn't be risked being seen as a shinigami and then having someone be like 'cool story bro, you're still dead.' That was just stupid, so she slowly paced about one of the many passage ways looking like she wanted to murder someone.

Voices hissed in her mind savagely, Little bitch, little bitch, are you done playing now? Rightly I'd like some god damn action, you're killing me here...

Freezing, Riko sighed softly, her mind was overly crude at times. She stilled, to sniff the air like a hunting dog would. Her body quivered before she picked up the smell of sweat like someone was fighting, or training. Well, as long as she wasn't noticed it was alright. So, she continued walking, the skirt she wore swaying, before she glanced over to notice a seated officer of the fifth squad watching her with an expression that said, What the hell you doing woman? She merely grinned, before slinking away as fast as she could like she had never even existed there. God damn it, now someone had seen her! She'd get in trouble if she was caught, the shinigami were never that found of her. Sighing she wondered if it was because she almost killed one of the captains that had worked there. She didn't know, but regardless she needed to keep walking.

She hurried along in the direction she had smelt the sweat, before reaching the barracks. Peering around she looked frightened, she could feel lots of shinigami here. Fuckkk..... Worst possible path and she had taken it. Like a kicked animal she bowed her head, looking like she wanted to cry. She crossed her arms, shivering from the chill of the night that nipped at her skin giving her goose bumps. She didn't want to be alone on a night like this, and in a world the shinigami ruled... That was just a death wish, it was like crawling into a war zone painted with a target. She was a god damn moron. One of the seated officers spotted her again and yelled at her to stop, but that merely made the former arrancar panic. Oh god, was he going to kill her?! She lunged forward suddenly, her speed allowing her to appear like she had vanished.

She peered around before coming to the room that reeked of the male shinigami's scent and slammed the door open, before hurtling in and slamming it behind her. She pressed her back to the door before slowly sliding down into a sitting position. She was panting heavily her eyes wild with fear before noticing there was someone in the room. Flicking her blue peepers in the direction of the shinigami, a nervous look showed on her face before she swallowed heavily, staring Rekkan down for a moment. Then she stepped toward the man before freezing hearing voices outside the room, her eyes widened, they were still looking for her? God damn... She glared at Rekkan in warning for him to stay silent, she didn't feel like having to fight tonight.

Maybe it was the crude sound of a door slamming, or the vision of a female in his sleeping quarters, but Rekkan's mind went kaput. He reacted instinctively, raising his upper body to witness the situation he was in. His brain started functioning just a moment after, as the barking sounds of shinigami echoed from beyond the walls of his room. He grunted and jumped out of his bed, walking towards the female. His right arm stretched out to meet her body, hand laid on her right shoulder. His feet kept a steady pace as the shinigami pushed her to the side and made his way to the door. Two movements were triggered in a heartbeat's notion, the door being opened slightly for the group of soldiers outside to watch. There was a pale and terrifying form peering down on them, the crazy lieutenant of the fifth division.

"It's not like I don't mind you having homosexual sex, but please refrain from doing so close to my chambers. I will get jealous and want to join.", the seated officers gulped. Which one wanted to taste the bisexual meat of the lieutenant? None, really. They were all straight, and it seemed they were a little far fetched when it came to freedom of choice and so on. Beings of a dead era, forbidding themselves to believe that what was happening in the present was nothing more but Humanity's decline. Homosexuality, equal rights for both males and females... There were even some racist pricks in the fifth, all focused in their brute power and totally relinquished from their intelligence. Steroid nutjobs, drug addicts like Rekkan, but not as terrible and defiling as his very energy from his years as a soul with a physical shell.
He shut the door and turned around. Even if it was dark, the shinigami could recognize an Arrancar when he saw one. Why would one have the trouble of sneaking into the barracks of the Gotei 6 and enter his room in particular?

"I would like an explanation...", he said with a rough tone and an indifferent expression, resulting from that calm and relaxed composure Rekkan was infamous about. Yet there was a delicate fragrance that overwhelmed his senses, consuming his lungs... And it came from the female in front of him. Intriguing and certainly unique. Something Rekkan was accustomed to, yet never prepared for the first hit. He lost his cool for a second's time, narrowing his eyes before returning to normal. However, there was no urge to blow a line of coke anymore. No matter what the being was doing in the barracks, she gained some consideration from Rekkan due to helping him overcome his addiction for a few moments or minutes, depending on the duration of this particularly odd meeting.

Riko stepped back when pushed lightly out of the way, her golden hair waving as if it were trying to say hello to the shinigami. She merely viewed the room with a curious look before lifting a hand to touch her head, smoothing the golden locks down. She was nervous, and that was showing in her body language. Licking her lips she listened to the shinigami speak to those outside of his room while she slunk backward so she wouldn't be noticed. She wanted to go home now, but she had no where to call home... So, maybe, she'd just flee this room after he got the other shinigami to go away. Not that she couldn't kill them...She totally could, but that wasn't the right thing to do right? She hated this she wanted to do something! The voices were so angry... She moved her mouth in soundless words, looking off into space while the shinigami dealt with the others, but when he turned to face her, a glare showed in the beautiful eyes of the woman. She had nothing to offer him for his kindness and she knew better than to trust people.

When he asked for an explanation the arrancar nodded her head ever so slightly, right, uhh.. What excuse did she have to offer him? Her mouth curved into the shadow of a smile before she glanced down for a moment. Lying was wrong though and a trait arrancars liked to show more often than not. "I came to uh... Rightly I don't know..." She bowed her head staring at the ground nervously, her eyes transfixed on the floor like it was a beautiful piece of art. she glanced upward, and then frowned, "I'm sorry that I bothered you. Very. I just smelt you and followed the scent got chased and, well here I am... God I sound like a freak. I'm not a freak really!" Her eyes were wide with concern that he'd hate her right away her pale hands clenched before she stared toward the wall biting down harshly on her lip.

Then she stared towards Rekkan, at the door behind him. "I should go, I'm sorry. I have no real purpose here. Its my fault. Goodness me!" She blurted out with a frown showing on her face before she arched an eyebrow slowly, "Unless you want to play~?" She cooed softly, her voice husky with alluring lust, before blinking and then frantically waving her hands. "I-ignore me, please. Oh mother mercy of all..." She whimpered, holding her head tightly, looking like a lost animal. She was confused and wanted away, far, far away.

"My... scent?"

The shinigami was warned then. The female Arrancar was trouble, more than he could handle if others found out about it. To protect the identity of an enemy being and ignore every rule and order given by the Seireitei... One that followed the Bushido should know better. Yet, the more he listened to her voice, the more he lost himself in a new void. The drug he came to know about a little too late was pulsing around him, and as the female spoke of playing, his teeth pressed against each other, a smug smile overcoming his indifference. He looked towards the floor, past the female's position. His Zanpakuto was roaring, the deafening sound piercing his ears. It was so frustrating, like a fire alarm only one can hear forever. If having a lustful enemy wasn't punishment enough, along with the undying addiction to cocaine and heroine, then Rekkan did not know when his torture would end.

"So, to be blunt about it...", he mused, "You want to fuck?" Being subtle about the female's statements would only confuse her more. She had to make up her mind as he shifted his body to the side, leaning further on his left leg. His arm trailed upwards to the point his hand was at the level of her shoulder. He invited her to come closer, disregarding the rage of his Zanpakuto at the moment.
Past the shadows that swallowed his quarters, Rekkan's reaction for the first time his eyes crossed paths with the female's was outrageous inside. His very essence crumbled as her blue gaze ravaged his foundations, and that invitation, which was out of benevolence, turned out to be out of desire itself. Her golden flocks resembled those of Ryoku's, but with a closer observation, they overwhelmed the serenity and glory of the lion with their own. "Father" was replaced by this appealing being, one who was craved more in a single moment than the world which was craved forever by several characters of History. And maybe the passion boiling now could outlast the tales of ever lasting love, like Napoleon and Josephine, or even Romeo and Juliet. Shakespeare's knowledge and experience of words was probably not enough to define the need of Rekkan to consume Riko now.

It was like a bullet to the head, instant and painful. The pain being the exaggerated form and essence of the passion lived by the lieutenant of the fifth division in the current moment.

Riko stared down to the shinigami that stared at her with a curious glance for a moment before a smile scrawled across her face, the white teeth showing in a brilliant grin before she blinked for a moment. Wait was he asking? She didn't understand why he'd ask something like that, so she drew in a deep breath before smiling shyly. Did he really? She glanced down at her attire for a moment, wondering if it was proper for such a thing to happen with a shinigami. She watched him lean forward, her breath catching in her throat, her heart hammering for a moment, as she stared down the shinigami. Her bright blue eyes were wide like she was high on a drug a haze creeping up on them, slowly she leaned forward to him, wanting his touch. She felt like she had an addiction, which was true, in a form she was. She was a sex addict, needing the rush of another persons touch. She felt desperate for a moment, like nothing else would exist. Her cheeks were tinged red, before her feet moved her forward before she could realize what was going on and his hand rested on her shoulder. She shivered from the simple touch of the shinigami, a small whimper rising in her throat. She felt her body want to mold into his, shivering the petite blond lifted her head.

Staring for a moment, she took in his scent before shaking her head. What the hell was she doing? Maybe she should've left, but... Her hand found its way to his chest and a small smirk crawled to her face, "Want to fuck? How elegant, did your mother teach you that?" Riko asked, with a curious look, her voice a low purr. It was sultry like the innocent girl had vanished, the personalities fading and switching places. "Love, I don't think you could handle someone like me." She murmured softly, taking in his scent. She was curious for a moment before shifting her head, to look away in a tease to the man, she leaned in against man, her petite form slowly moving in against his, her delicate form seemed to fit perfectly against his own. She was getting a thrill from this, it was a game of teasing, and regardless if she knew it or not she was glad to be the main control. She wanted the innocent persona to watch how to have some fun and ease up on things, it wasn't good to be stressed all the time. Fucking like rabbits could do her some bloody damn good. But what if she got emotionally attached? Was that allowed with a shinigami?

Staring she lifted her head slightly, her tongue flitting out from her mouth trailing along his flesh, it tasted salt. Her eyes shut, a moan trailing from her mouth, it was so good to have a touch and taste. Stepping back suddenly from no where, her eyes widened for a moment, and she licked her lips. "I ... We..." She stared at him for a moment before growling softly, staring him down. It was strange she wanted to play more so than do. "If you can handle it and then take it." She snorted, with a light look on her face.

Rekkan felt her hand, her tongue... Everything she said until that moment was nothing more than whispers in the wind, trailing ever so lightly wherever the breeze would go. For the shinigami was more, if not the most of sex. It had become his overlapping addiction, something that fulfilled him more than drugs and maybe even the Bushido. The female growled and teased him, provocations culminating to the point where Rekkan couldn't take it anymore, not by any natural means. He was in charge, so he would be on top. Her last words were the catalyst for it all. The massive being wrapped his arm around the female's waist and pulled her tight against him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, fueling it with warmth and lust.

The shinigami couldn't care less about what the female was. Arrancar and shinigami are made from the same thing, whether they like it or not. They both have souls and they are ultimately evolved from humans. With that obviously not in mind, because there were more important things than philosophizing about the origins of species, Rekkan lifted the female with his bare hand, slamming her back against the wall. He kissed her neck and clenched his fangs into it as his hands now trailed up the sides and towards the breasts of the Arrancar, further closing with adequate force. He was now lifting Riko up with the sheer power of his crotch alone. His tongue's tip shifted up her skin and reached her ear. He nipped on it and whispered simple words of distinctive meaning, each being emphasized with the sexual promise that such a thing would really happen. The shinigami's instincts were turned on, and he was decided in ravaging Riko's inside. It was if he needed that since birth, and from birth having ached ever since for her.
He could feel energy roaming freely in his body from the moment she teased him to the point he had her pinned against the wall. One shouldn't forget the destination of most of that energy, seemingly concentrating in his heart and sexual organ. Such an old and instinctive need had to be connected with the core of a being's soul.

Rekkan's hand grasped the hair of Riko and pulled it hard as he bit her neck again. His words still echoing from before, roaming around in circles with the help of the full moon's gaze. The moonlight that pierced the window of the lieutenant's chamber gave Riko more grace. Another roar thundered, yet Rekkan ignored it. In that moment, he was merely alive to keep up to the promise he made Riko. He'd see it through before the ending of that very night.

"I will break you..."

She felt arms slide around her waist, they were larger than her, capturing the petite woman. But, she didn't know if that bothered her. Did she want to escape Rekkan? She hadn't know his nature in the least, and maybe that was a downfall. She shouldn't have come into this realm at all, honestly. It wasn't too late to turn and escape now, if she really wanted to go home. But the tighter she was pulled into him, the more the fire inside of her grew, like it wanted nothing more than to consume her. She needed him, but at the same time she hated the fact she was like a coke addict who needed their fix. It felt kind of low to her, but at the same time it was a rush, something she could not, nor would stop at that moment. Her blue eyes started to slip shut as she leaned in against the lean chest of the shinigami, he was warm. It was wonderful... Letting out an airy sigh that sounded like a slight moan, the blond haired angel of a woman tried to hide the fact she was aroused. She was embarrassed that the shinigami was taking control of the situation, she should be in charge. After all, she was the one with needs that needed to be filled, she didn't want to get shoddy sex. That would be disappointing. Hell, she hadn't even came here for sex, just somewhere to hide until the shinigami's had passed, but here he was holding her tightly in against him, her breasts pressing against his toned form.

Being lifted as if she weighed nothing the arrancar blinked in surprise, what was he doing with her? Then her back hit the wall and she understood a little more, so he wanted to play in charge? Feeling warmth slide over her neck, a shiver drew up Riko's spine, the aquamarine peepers looked confused. Then the sharp feeling as his teeth sank in slightly on the tender flesh there, her eyes suddenly hazed, her body leaning in against his like she wanted nothing more than him to devour her there. Feeling the hands of the man move up her side's Riko wondered if she should fight for control, rather than submitting like she was. She understood how meek she was playing, not a role she was proud of. She was still held to the wall, by the pelvis area of the shinigami, but at that moment she didn't care. The slow caress of his tongue on her flesh made her want to weep with joy. How long had it been since she was last touched like this? Fluttering her eyes slightly, she listened to each word he spoke, a slow moan escaping her mouth as she did so. Why did she feel like a blushing virgin, pinned to the wall from the shinigami? The last thing she had expected tonight was to be this close to a shinigami to the point where he was pinning her her, about to ravage her slim form. But, who was she to deny him such a thing, when she herself craved it? She wanted him to dominate her, show her who was in control, she shivered from the thrill of no longer having the control, she was merely the submissive one, the slave to the master. Not something she would say she hated at all.

Feeling one of his hands buried into the golden mane, the arrancar's neck was displayed fully as he pulled hard on it, the bite mark making her whimper. Not because she was in pain, but rather because she needed him more than oxygen, or the blood in her body. He was sustaining her now. Her eyes fluttered as she peered toward Rekkan in the moon bathed quarters of the shinigami, his appearance making her ache with desire.

"Break me Dana-san, please."

(( *Note, Dana means master. ))

Rekkan's body spoke with a language so primitive it turned him into something else, one other than the young being holding the Arrancar before him. He was an ancient animal, a wild beast coming from Nature to play a role of destruction. The shinigami could hear her moans, craving for more. He was aroused, and the female could feel that as he pressed further against her. But it was when she proved to be all Rekkan wanted and needed that he felt about to explode. She wanted him to break her, to give everything that was his to her. So be it. The wild beast threw her against the hard bed and followed with a quick motion, suddenly overcoming her form with his own. His hands gripped her attire and ripped it with ease. She was fully naked, laying in front of the shinigami. He could observe every curve in her body, and his gaze was being sucked in by her Beauty and Grace. For if the Arrancar in front of him was a little angel, Rekkan was the demon that was about to consume her.
The male gripped her knees and spread her legs wide, leaning against her. A first grind was slow and smooth at first, followed by a more intense and hard movement. However, he was just teasing, preparing the female for the main course that was to come. He was preparing himself as well in a sense, for he wanted to be fully aroused before having his essence inside hers, intertwining both energies with thrusts of lust.

The beast was coming out of its cage as it licked her neck, bit her lips, and kissed her lustfully. The shinigami proceeded with taking his own clothing off and grabbed one of her hands, pulling it against his toned chest. He slowly pushed it down, staring down at the woman's ensnaring eyes. Their forms were soon to become one, connected perfectly by an act of pure passion and desire. Rekkan knew of this and wanted to take the most of it all. He wanted be inside everything she was, have everything she had for himself. It was perhaps the first time that he craved this drug so much, the juice of a female's essence creaming his spirit with fervor and power.
And he would get high on that essence, break and tear her apart if needed to. He would make this particular female feel at the heights that surpass the tallest mountain itself, for that was his mission in the Three Worlds. It was necessary. In exchange for the one thing that makes every philosophy, matter and being meaningless, Rekkan would give Riko the moment in which she would feel the most powerful in all realms. A climax reached with such intensity that no other nymphomaniac could repeat the doing.

His finger was the first to feel the warmth and comfort of Riko's essence. He played with it, laying his form against hers before biting her further, teeth clenching deep in her flesh. He wanted her to beg for more, show that she wanted more. Ultimately, he wanted her to scream for more.

It was like being lost within the sands of time, with no way out, forever searching. There was no way to reach through a veil that seemed thicker than the very earth, but at the same time bounds did not seem to matter. Maybe the sky and the ground never met one another, but the separation just allowed those on the ground to admire the beauty and mystery of the sky, while those that went through the skies got to admire the seductive tones of the forests and vegetation below. The perception the did fall from the skies was a reminder to all, that one could not have one with out the other, and that was how life was. You could have love, but not without desire in some form. Desire for friendship, desire of lust, something that made you want to hold onto the said person of the affections. Riko's own mind was fogged with desires, not love, maybe some form of sexual desire such as lust, but a night of simple fucking did not seem the least bit moving to her. It wasn't like this was a fairytale where he would remember who she was when they were finished, she'd just merely become another memory like she was in many others minds. Aquamarine eyes welling with a sign of life beyond the addict of need and want, she wondered if this were the wrong route to go down in the end.


Maybe, she should tell the shinigami she couldn't do this. She didn't want to be another memory that would fade away, one night stands weren't that classy. Although she was a creature above others, she did not have to listen to anyone if she did not want to. So why should she allow this man to ravage her delicate skin? Who was he to her? But, it seemed too late to turn around at this point. His toned form was pressing in against her's, making the petite woman arch an eyebrow ever so slightly. How could he desire someone he barely knew so much? It made no sense to her. Maybe it was a natural reaction for the man. Like her mind, with one of the many persona's. It was like living in a house filled with people, never having a moment to herself. She craved the sex, which seemed odd to acknowledge . Suddenly she was hitting a bed, the material of it was hard, and not to be desired, it had kind of hurt, he might as well have tossed her to the floor. She stared up into the dark brown eyes of Rekkan, her breath had the scent of mint of it from when she had tea earlier that night. Then she was free from the restraints of be clothing, the cool air in the room roamed over her tender flesh. She laid sprawled out before the shinigami's gaze, her golden hair spilling around her like a halo. She was an angel, which had fallen to desire, and here was her captor, the demon who would consume her essence.

Feeling warm hands grip her knees, the petite woman glanced over to the shinigami her leg moving with no resistance. She felt him lean in against her, and then the grind between the two bodies made her eyes sparkle in an impish manner. He was teasing her in a matter she did not know if she enjoyed or not. He said he would break her, but all he had merely done so far was through her to a bed that was as hard as the ground, and then remove all her clothing. That did not seem much like breaking, maybe just a form of rushed sex, if anything. not that she did not enjoy the slight friction between them, it just felt kind of honeyed and fake to her. Staring silently up toward the shinigami she debated if she should lay there and allow him to ravage her petite form. She did not know if she'd like that. Leaning her head upward she softly kissed his mouth, before drawing back to make eye contact. She had a strong will, and it was not something that was going to be broken easy. So he could go at it with his all, and she'd return the favor.


Feeling the warmth of his mouth of her neck, she blinked slowly, before he bit down on her full lips. She returned his passion filled kiss, her mind hazed once more. Her hand trailed across the toned chest of Rekkan, before she shifted slightly so her hand trailed down lower, she stared back into the dark pools. Her slim build pushed up against Rekkan for a moment before arching her eyebrow. The two of them were going to be twined in passions, and this seemed like the wrong moment for her to realize what was happening. The blue depths of her eyes seemed frightened as she shifted upward to squirm away, she shouldn't be here... Where was she? Oh no, why was the shinigami eying her like she was a piece of meat, or something about to be devoured? Flicking her gaze downward, she noted she was bare buck naked, laying under the man's toned form.

She felt his hand in her depths, her eyes hazed while her body shuddered from the bites. He was playing with her, toying her along, making the royal growl her eyes hazed.