Oneshot collection

For those who wanted to a Ryuuren/Shuurei pairing, I hope you like it. I still dont own this and I still don't make money!

In the hands of the genius

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The winter night was cold, the wind whipping past him as he stood like a statue beneath the trees. His usual colorful and spirited clothing exchanged for something more sedate, more…well… normal.

Ryuuren Ran was waiting. Waiting for the light to go off from the governors’ study. Soul friend 1 and soul friend 2, once again putting in long hours for the sake of the people of Sa province.

They worked themselves into exhaustion and he more than understood Shuurei’s reasons. She didn’t want to dream. Dreams held pain. Held memories. Brought a crimson haired, golden eyed ghost to life again and again each night. She was a woman haunted.

Well Ryuuren was having none of that.

He would banish that ghost. This very night.

Certainly people thought him odd, avoided him. His general way of dress and unfriendly attitude assured him is privacy in his travels. But then that is why he was THE Ryuuren of the Ran clan. The genius. His art perception and deception. Let the world think him a simpleton.

What was silly brother number 4’s favorite thing to say? Ah yes, the capable falcon hides his talons. Ryuuren had done just that. Until recently.

His family had offered for the Kou princess, since that family was second in rank only to the blue clan. For Ryuuren or perhaps Shuuei, they weren’t squeamish. Either would suit.

Violet eyes narrowed, damn those triplets.

Of course they had not expected his reaction. No alliance with Kou clan would be pursued by the family. None. He’d not have it. He would sabotage all of their well laid plans and he was smart enough to do just that.

Setsuna had arched a brow at that, “What then do you want Ryuuren?”

The younger had leveled a cold gaze at him and merely stated he was departing at once for Sa province.

Unlike Shuuei, he was for the most part free from the yoke of the Ran Clan. A rigid, formal place. He would not have Shuurei fall to such a gloomy place. Not while he was able to protect her. To…love her. As he did, as only he could.

Finally…. That blasted light went out. And he moved.

To the familiar frame of her window, tapping lightly as the faint light of her lamps came on.

Shuurei jumped when the sound came and slowly approached the window. “Who is there?” she called softly.

“Soul friend number 1” came a slightly disapproving voice, “How many men come to your window?”

She smiled and threw the latch, admitting the tall man. Her honeyed eyes took in his garb and widened. “You look almost normal” she blurted out.

His blue black brow arched over a vibrant eye, “I am normal Shuurei” he pointed out. She looked very tired to him. Dark smudged under her eyes. Not good

Her hands made appeasing gestures towards him, “No I didn’t mean.. it’s just that…. Well”

“It’s fine isn’t it?”

She paused in her protests as he shivered. Like several times before she took a warm blanket from beside the fire and wrapped it round his wide shoulders. His handsome face was always so much softer when they were alone.

She reached up to feel the chilled flesh of his cheek, “You should have just come to the door, honestly Ryuuren” she scolded lightly, “You will catch your death out there.”

She sighed and turned from, “I’ll go fix some tea”

His arm snapped out with dizzying speed, to wrap around her waist. She was drawn back into the blanketed shelter of his arms. Her eyes widened at the feel of him, all muscled hardness. Not the body of a wandering scholar. The body of a warrior.

His smooth voice just beside her ear, “We must speak”

She jolted at the warm rush of air, but swallowed hard and nodded.

She moved to prepare the tea, trying not to notice him overly much. What was different about him this night other than his clothing. He seemed…..she didn’t know what.

They drank the sweet tea in silence, she only left the room once to fetch a scroll from the study eager to share her current ideas with him.

Ryuuren used that time wisely, dropping the precious liquid into her tea. Odorless, tasteless, very potent. It would take effect within minutes of consumption. He hoped that she would forgive him when he revealed his actions.

They spoke of easy matters for nearly an hour, his bright eyes watching her carefully. When at last her words had run out, he rose and walked to her side, pulling her to her feet and into his embrace.

“Ryuuren!”

He made no move to release her, merely turned her in his arms, plucked her from her feet and carried her to the bed in the corner.

She eeped when he sat so casually on her bed and wrapped her more firmly in arms and blanket. “Ryuuren” she said, her voice carrying a hint of a warning.

He paid no heed, merely pushed her head down on his shoulder and sighed sadly. “I am sorry Shuurei” he said softly, “They have noticed you.”

She blinked, “Who?”

“My family. They wish you to wed into our clan. They have selected two candidates.”

She stiffened painfully, “C…candidates?”

He nodded, his nose brushing over her crown, drinking in the sweet scent of pear and green tea. “Silly brother number 4 and …. Myself.”

She laughed then, clutching to his arm as she nearly doubled over.

He frowned, “What is so funny?”

She wiped her eyes, “Please.” she panted, “Shuuei would..”

“Do as he is commanded” he snapped, “This is why he is wholly unacceptable in this matter.”

She sobered a little, “Yes, but you… well they haven’t had any luck with you obeying.”

“No. They have not. But I will not let them have you. You alone should have the choice of your destiny.”

She blinked, hearing the bitterness ring in his calm voice. “Is that why you dislike your brother?” she asked of Shuuei.

He shook his head, his violet eyes locking on hers, “I do not dislike him” he told her quietly, “I pity him. For he was never strong enough to break from them. Even after they hurt him so badly.”

She studied him carefully, feeling his hurt for his sibling rush through him. “You disagree with the clan system”.

“Everything has it’s place. But people are just that people, they are no greater than the next.”

She felt his fingertips trace over his chin gently turning her face fully to him. “Tell me to go” he whispered as his lips lowered.

She found she couldn’t, her heart filled with such warm tenderness for him. His violet eyes holding her own captive as he hovered over her lips. The warmth of his breath ghosting over her mouth and she licked her lower lip without thought.

His head descended , his lips catching her own.

Her eyes widened at the touch. His lips were soft and yet firm, his kiss gentle, coaxing. A press of his mouth to her top lip, the bottom lip, the top again. Massaging her lips with his own and the heat of his breath.

His hand slid to her nape, cupping the back of her head, tilting her to mesh their mouths fully. She sighed as he pressed the knot of tension at the base of her skull. His tongue swept to touch against her lip, her teeth, barely finding her tongue and retreating.

She recalled Sakujun’s kiss. Never coaxing, only conquering.

Heat unfurled in her stomach as Ryuuren deepened his kiss. His tongue sliding against hers. Her hands clutching at his silk covered chest. His even teeth nipped her lower lip, making her feel hot and achy.

With a slow sucking pull on her lower lip, he broke the kiss. Pressing his forehead to hers, they panted for breath. “Tell me to go Shuurei” he rasped again, “Before I touch you, before I take you.”

“Ryuuren?”

He cupped her face in his large warm hands, “I love you too much to ever let them have you. I love you too much to share. Even with him.”

And his mouth was on hers again and the world narrowed to the sound of her heart hammering in her ears, the scent, taste and texture of this man.

Slowly, she lifted her hands against his chest, her slim arms finding his shoulder and twining around his neck.

He crushed her to the hard length of his body. Hands roaming over silk clad shoulders, the small of her back. One wicked hand moved to splay possessively over her bottom, dragging her against the erection she had caused.

She gasped then, lost in sensation as his mouth latched onto her throat. His free hand pulled the silken collars wide to reveal the creamy expanse of her neck to him. His mouth moving like liquid flame over her.

She barely registered that they were moving and then she was pressed against the coverlet with him looming over her. His hands pulling at her robes and she felt herself lift to help him. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel so wanton?

Then he was removing his clothing and her own impatient hands flew over his chest. Reveling in the body that he kept hidden. His mouth moved over her throat, teeth scraping delicately, tongue laving.

She shivered all over.

“Forgive me Shuurei” he whispered as he moved to press a hot kiss against her ear.

His hands roved over her breasts, the nipples erect and aching for his touch. Feather light brushes danced over the peaks, teasing caresses. Her body arching up into them, and then his palm covered her fully making her cry out in rapture.

Ryuuren smiled against her shoulder where he was dropping hot kisses and then slid down to capture her peak in his mouth. She jolted at the hot enclosing wetness, nearly came off the bed, but his weight kept her down.

He suckled and nipped, dropping slow bites on the fevered flesh. Her hands fisting in the wealth of his hair, ties falling from the long locks. She bit her lower lip as a hand slid over the pale flesh of her stomach.

He looked up and caught her eyes as his hand hovered over her sex. The heat of his hand warming her. He blinked slowly, the thick fringe of lashes half hiding those magnificent eyes and time slowed as he cupped her.

His middle finger curling to find that bundle of nerves with unerring aim as his other fingers gently parted her. She yelped lunging up into his embrace and he caught her with his other arm.

“Shhh. Be easy now” he purred to her, his lips catching the underside of her jaw as he slowly worked her. Slow, burning touches. Awakening her, branding her, carrying her away on a sea of violet eyed passions.

She was wet for him. And he smirked at that. Loving the feel of a wet woman under his hands. It had been nearly a year since he had taken a lover. His body deciding that it wanted Shuurei and now, it had her. Or would very soon.

She panted, her head thrashing on her bed linens, her hand trying to catch his wrist, the stimulation becoming too much. She was fighting it, herself, but not him. Her need and want for control of all things rising.

Like a skittish mare, Ryuuren mused.

So he reacted in kind. Reaching to where his shirt had fallen he pulled it over her head with swift movements. She was trapped now. Her hands wrapped in the silk, caught over her head. Her eyes covered and his scent hung heavy over her.

“Don’t control” he instructed in low tones, delivering another wicked lick to her breast, “Only feel. Never fear me, for I would not hurt you.”

And his words and his scent soothed her. Until she felt the wet swipe of a tongue dip into her navel. Then the fire tore through her and she mewled helplessly, called his name, pleading for something she could not name.

Ah, but he could.

His shoulders settled between her slim thighs, bracing her knees on his shoulders. His breath ghosted over wet folds, as he admired the vibrant pink folds and then he buried his face there.

She shrieked as his tongue found her, flickering back and forth, curling lazy circles around her pearl. Her thighs trembled against him and one callused hand stroked over the tight flesh in a soothing caress.

Shuurei’s taste flooded his palate. The salted sweetness of woman. Gods how he loved this taste. Women could deceive many men in many ways when it came to sex, but not in this. He loved the dominance it gave him, loved the cries and whimpers.

He slid his long fingers slowly into her core. One then two, stretch to three. Pumping in and out of her as his tongue lashed her to near frenzy. He groaned against her wetness, delighting in her body.

He was killing her, she decided. When she could snatch a coherent thought.

Blind to all but the soft white of his shirt, feeling his hands and mouth on her. Shuurei was certain her heart would explode from her chest. She had not thought him an innocent, that face would have granted him some lover in his life.

Still. He was… in a word…. Breathtaking.

She panted and writhed, feeling the knot of heat in her stomach coil ever tighter, nearly painful now. And she knew that he was the one capable of easing her. A particularly hard thrust brought a cry bubbling up from her throat and then the sound of his voice reached her.

“I’m going to take you now”

Her body was on a heightened edge of pleasure, he kept her there purposely bringing her close, backing off, pushing her again. She was ready for release he knew. He settled his weight between her thighs, his hand continuing to play with her.

Then she felt the press of his blunt tip at her entrance. Couldn’t see him, but he felt large.

Then he pushed inside with one slow, powerful thrust. Sheathing himself to the hilt in her hot wetness. His length and thickness whispered about by many a satisfied woman finding home in her depths.

Her head tilted back and her mouth opened on a near silent cry. Her toes curling against his legs as her first orgasm ripped through her, all but erasing the pain of his entry.

The material was torn from her, his lips crashing to hers as he held them tightly together. Her walls pulsing around him, making him groan into her mouth. He had timed it perfectly for her, not wishing to hurt her at all.

As she slowly came back to herself, he began to move against her.. Lifting one leg onto his hip he thrust into her. Her breasts bouncing against his with each powerful roll of his lower body.

His mouth fastened against the frantic pulse in her throat, her hands clutching to his strong shoulders. “So good” he murmured to her. Her walls gripped him tightly. He increased the force of his thrusts, slow, hard, deep. Touching her inside and out.

She bit her lip so hard she drew blood, and he licked it away, dragging his blunt nails down her back as he lifted her onto his lap and sat back on his heels. His mouth fusing to hers, a hot tangle of tongue as his hands cupped her bottom, moving her hard against him.

He groaned and growled against the softness of her breasts a moment later, closing his mouth over one peak. Suckling, biting down, wringing impassioned cries from her. He let himself fall backwards, holding her on him.

She groaned as she straddled him, he showed her how to move. Reaching up to caress her face as she rolled her hips against him again and again. On one pass she felt his tip brush against some delicious spot within but try as she might she seemed incapable of repeating the feeling.

He felt her move, search and smiled. He rolled them again and pushed deep.

Shuurei cried out as he hit that wonderful spot within. “M…More!”

He growled low in his throat and moved against her, his tip brushing that spot over and over. His hand sliding down to press against her pearl in time with his thrusts. He was so close, wouldn’t leave her behind.

“Come Shuurei, give yourself over to me.” he commanded and she shattered after three more strokes.

Her walls clamped down on his length with a nearly painful strength, fluttering undulating, milking him as he released inside of her channel. He drove deep and held himself there, his head dropping to her shoulder, his teeth biting down.

She screamed as his actions triggered another orgasm. She nearly pulled his pretty hair out with one hand, skinned him with the other. Time stopped completely. She was lost in that place where the world is dark save for flashes of color. And the only thing you feel is the scalding pleasure of an orgasmic sea.

Ryuuren panted against her, lifting his head to look at the bite he’d given her. He’d not broken skin of course, but seeing her marked thusly and still impaled on his thick length made him shudder with pleasurable aftershocks.

He brushed her hair from her brow, dropping a light kiss there.

She curled against him, exhausted and he hissed as his length finally slid from her. He pulled the blankets over them. Tomorrow they would talk. He would never force a marriage on her, she knew that. Though he wanted one.

He had merely opened her eyes to the true nature of men, more than Sakujun. And his love was real. He glanced at the forgotten bottle on the floor as his hand covered her stomach. At least he had remembered to make sure that there would be no child from this union. He would not compromise her so.

In her sleep, she pressed her lips to his throat, and his arms tightened around her as the softly whispered version of his name left her lips.

“Oyasumi Shuurei, I will be the only one in your dreams now.”