Author's note: Hey everyone! Welcome friends old and new alike to my old new (or new old) story! I wrote it forever ago, but I'm only just now typing, revising, editing, fixing, and posting it. I decided to post this one before I finished my Neiji story because well… my Neiji story isn't very popular… at all… I've had 1600 something hits but only 8 reviews and the story's been posted for around 6 months now. If it hasn't caught on yet, it's most likely not going to, so I'm going off on a whole new journey with you, my fans, to see what does and doesn't work since nobody reviews to tell me. ^^'
With that being said, all three of my other stories are rated T (except one chapter in my VK story). This one is NOT AT ALL RATED T. In fact, it's rated M because I swear a lot (Sorry. I'm a sailor ^^') and we start off this lovely story with a juicy, mouth-watering, sinfully good dose of vitamin C packed lemony deliciousness. That's right; I'm pulling out all the stops and getting straight down to business in this story. It's not a very long story, though, so you'll have to forgive me for that. ^^'
So, if you are offended by lemons, this is not the story for you and you should probably leave now because the lemons that I do put in this story are not necessarily essential to the plot, but they do contain information that comes up again throughout the story. This first chapter, for example, is indeed a lemon and it contains all the basic information you need to know about the main character so you don't want to skip it. If lemons don't bother you, please enjoy. I'm a bit of a pervert and have a vast imagination so I take my lemons very seriously and don't skimp on details.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters. I simply borrow them to use in my own sick, twisted fantasies like this one. ^^ –Nira
In Love… Since We Were Young?
Chapter One
It was too easy stealing from the local museum. I'd made light work of the guards who were already there on night duty and easily hacked into the security system to fry the cameras and whatever footage they may have already gotten. It was hardly a challenge at all, stealing the museum's most valued and heavily guarded object, an exquisite sixteenth century porcelain vase with a watery mosaic scene constructed of precious and semi-precious jewels. It was said to be valued somewhere around seven million American dollars. Nobody would even realize anything had happened until daylight when the day shift guards would come in for work and be met with the grizzly sight of their fellow security officers ripped limb from limb and left in rotting piles of flesh, blood and bone where they'd been slain by my hands. By then, I'd have made a hell of a deal with my long-time partner, a buyer on the international black market, the vase would be long gone and I'd be adding to my life in the lap of luxury. I just wouldn't flaunt it like a lot of celebrities I'd seen and heard of here in the human world did.
I sauntered through the shadows and from one back alley to the next toward my modest two-story home, the vase tucked safely in my large, blood stained tote purse. As I turned into the last alley before I reached my house I saw a man about half a head taller than me casually leaning against the wall of a garage toward the end of the alley with his arms folded, head bent, and eyes closed. His hair appeared to be black and it was spiked in an impossible way that seemed to defy gravity and had a white star burst in the front and he was wearing a long black trench coat and black pants and shoes.
He must have heard me coming but he didn't look at or even acknowledge my existence until I was only a few feet away from him when he opened his eyes and looked straight into my silver eyes. I couldn't help but stare back into the intensity of his deep red orbs until I'd passed him. His gaze had made my heart skip and a fire seem to spark up inside me. If I hadn't been busy, I'd have seduced him and made him my prey. He looked like his blood would taste like hot, metallic heaven. As I crossed the street, I took a chance and glanced back to see if he was still there, but he was gone without a trace and it brought a smirk to my lips. I hadn't sensed his presence until I was within reaching distance of him, and even then I could only sense a very slight demonic aura. He was a feisty one, I could tell, and could conceal himself well here in the human world.
I got home and showered before going to meet my buyer, a museum owner, himself, in a way, specializing in illegally bought, stolen, and confiscated items. I'd worked with him for ages, now, but I figured it would be rude and uncivilized to show up to a business meeting reeking of and covered in blood. Negotiations went well, as I knew they would, and I walked away with a fourteen million dollar guarantee to be paid off within seven years to keep it low profile for both parties involved, the first two million already in my possession. Excited from the rush of it all, I decided to drop off my purse and go to a night club to celebrate and hunt. I thought I'd passed by the man from earlier again, but when I did a double take, he wasn't there so I played it off as a trick that my mind was playing on me but kept my guard up anyway. By the time the club had closed, I'd had my fill of the blood of three attractive human men who knew they were attractive and had the audacious stupidity to think that they were worth my time.
Upon returning home, I was still riding on high from the theft, the money, and the thick, sweet taste of life blood with the underlying flavor of alcohol. I locked the door behind me and as I made my way to the living room, I heard the smooth, deep voice of a man from the top of my staircase that sent a jolt down my spine. I hadn't sensed anyone, so I knew it had to be the man from the alley earlier.
"You shouldn't leave your balcony door unlocked or make yourself so easy to track, vampire…" he'd said, so I snapped my head to glare at him, baring my fangs, growling, and extending my claws.
I felt a warm breath against my neck and my eyes widened in shock as a pair of handcuffs were placed on my wrists and burned my skin.
"… you could get caught."
He was no human, that was obvious by his inhuman speed, but he wasn't a vampire, either, so what did he want with me? I'd never met him before in my life. Despite the dull burning of the handcuffs that I assumed were made of silver, I could feel his hands meandering around my body from my thighs to my neck and everywhere in between and the fire sparked within me again. Curious to see where this was going, I remained silent and allowed a smirk to grace my red lips. I could easily have gotten away but then I would have been left with the problem of getting out of the handcuffs, so I waited.
The man roughly turned me to face him and our eyes locked, his crimson to my silver. His breaths were shallow and uneven and his pupils were dilated the same way mine did when I hunted. Something about this man was oddly familiar, and despite the situation I was in, I didn't want to fight or struggle to get out of it. He ran his fingers through the length of my silver streaked red-black hair before gripping the hairs at the nape of my neck and pulling. My mouth opened slightly and a moan escaped past my lips at the pleasurable pain, so he took the opportunity and crashed his mouth to mine. His tongue ravaged every crevice of my mouth that it could reach while my own tongue fought back, wrapping itself around his.
His free hand reached into my panties and massaged my clit so I gasped into the kiss. He parted the kiss, staring deep into my eyes again and the corners of his mouth turned up into a mischievous grin.
"You don't resist me…" he stated. "Why is that?"
I didn't respond but I didn't break eye contact, either. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was driving me up the wall with lust. Why was this man that I'd never met playing with me? Why had he been tracking me? He obviously didn't want to kill me because he could have easily done it at any point, so what was his purpose with me?
He eased me onto the floor, gripping tightly onto my hips and bit into the soft, taut caramel skin of my neck where it met my shoulder. I let out a lusty sigh not allowing myself to moan, and tilting my head back and clenched my still cuffed fists. His hands hastily unbuttoned and unzipped my black skinny jeans before running over my hips again, pulling them and my panties down to remove them completely. He caressed up my legs, kissing along the insides of my thighs and pulling them farther apart until he came to my sex. He gave the briefest suck to my clit and he glanced up at my face in time to see me sharply inhale and bite my lip. I saw his pupils dilate and a grin split his lips before his warm, wet mouth covered my eager sex.
His tongue snaked into me before slowly licking up to my clit where he focused his energy, flicking across my sensitive bean at a speed to make me instantly and continuously cum and lose all resolve I may have had to deny him satisfaction in knowing that he was making me squirm. He and I both knew full well that he had full control over me the entire time. I'd allowed him to. My moaning was uncontrollable and my body tensed and writhed like an earthworm in the grip of a fisherman baiting his hook, but he held my hips fast to the ground with a bit of pressure on my lower stomach. My hands futilely attempted to break free from the cuffs to claw or grab at anything within reach, causing them to burn even more from the silver. The pain only acted to escalate my pleasure and I felt like I was going to burst or turn to a pile of ash from the intensity of the heat of my arousal. It had been ages since anyone had been able to make me squirm with so little effort exerted. I was thoroughly impressed, highly aroused, and silently begging for more.
When I felt as though I'd lose my mind, he stopped and crawled to position himself over me so our faces were only centimeters apart. "You look uncomfortable in those handcuffs," he breathed to my lips.
"Then why don't you be a gentleman… and remove them?" I panted.
"I never said I was a gentleman."
His grin was predatory and dangerously seductive as he slid two fingers into my still dripping wet and inviting sex and started probing quickly, gently pressing my g-spot with each pass. The simple act pulled a needy, animalistic sound somewhere between a moan and a growl from my throat and made my eyes roll back. I was so used to being the hunter, the one making my prey squirm and beg whether it was for more sex or mercy, but here I was, a victim in my own house and pleading for more from this familiar stranger like I'd been demoted from a tiger to a housecat.
His lips met mine, but it wasn't rough and needy like the first time he'd kissed me. It was passionate and a little more restrained and the sudden, though slight change in atmosphere both bewildered and calmed me. I noticed that I could feel his aura, now, too. He was definitely a demon, but something in the distance of my memory recognized the aura and my heart rate increased from something other than the lust and activity. I stared into his eyes and saw that they'd softened slightly and weren't as dominating.
"Kiss me," I whispered and when he obliged, a wave of comfort washed through me and I felt a tension in him release with it.
His hand withdrew from between my legs and he pulled me into a sitting position with his other hand that had been supporting his weight as he hovered over me. I heard him ruffle through cloth, presuming that he was reaching into his pocket, and shortly after I felt the handcuffs loosen and heard them fall to the ground before he slid them away. He parted the kiss and our eyes met again. His looked hopeful and lonely and so full of love and it tugged at my heart. I knew that I knew him from somewhere and that we'd been very close at some point, but I couldn't pinpoint it and it was bothering me because he so obviously knew and remembered me.
He hesitantly closed the majority of space between our lips but stopped short, asking for permission, it seemed, or waiting for my response, so I closed the gap, squeezing his shoulders before slowly running my hands down his arms, pulling the sleeves of his trench coat with them. He took it off and threw it off to the side somewhere while I tugged at his waistband, exposing his fully erect and extended shaft. I heard the slight, almost undetectable moan escape from his throat before he pulled his pants below his knees and off.
I positioned myself over him so his head was at my entrance and I saw a slight flush come over his cheeks. I tangled my fingers into the silken hairs at the nape of his neck, so he wrapped his arms tight around my torso and pulled me down onto him. I groaned and let out a breathy sigh at the welcome intrusion and he tenderly kissed my neck while I sat on it, getting adjusted to his size, feeling myself squeeze around him. I started grinding my hips into his, slowly at first, gradually picking up a bit of speed. Both of us were panting, errant moans occasionally escaping from between our lips or into each other's mouths. It felt so natural, so good, so right being filled with and surrounded by him. I felt comfortable and whole like he'd been an important missing piece in my life finally fitting back into place.
I loved him.
I didn't know his name. I didn't know where he came from or how I knew him. But the fact that was undeniable in that moment with this strange, beautiful, mysterious man was that I whole-heartedly, unconditionally, and irrevocably loved him.
We were nearing our climaxes and he crashed his lips to mine, pushing me back onto the ground and plunging himself into me faster and deeper. I moaned and clawed at the floor so as not to claw at and hurt him, squeezing myself tighter around his length, my breaths becoming sporadic and shallow.
"Ahn~! More! More! Oh my god, don't stop! I'm so close!" I hollered.
His movements became feverish, driving me up the wall into the most powerfully intense orgasm I'd had in centuries, it seemed.
"Kimiko!" he hollered my name as he spilled his hot, thick seed into me and I screamed in sinful euphoria as my entire being tensed up and vision went white.
When I came to again, the man was supporting his weight on his forearms over me, panting with his forehead pressed to mine and his eyes closed. I watched him while he caught his breath, caressing his cheek, and when he had, he opened his crimson eyes to meet my silver ones. He stood up, offering a hand to help me do the same, so I took it. We gathered our discarded clothing and started redressing, neither of us saying anything nor looking at each other. When I heard the deadbolt of the lock slide open and felt the cool breeze of a summer night rush in, I finally looked at him. His back was to me as he stood in the open doorway, but he was hesitating and looking back at me with turmoil dominating his expression. He turned on his heel and strode over to me, pulling me into a passionate kiss, taking my breath away. When he pulled away, my eyes fluttered half open.
"How did you know my name?" I breathed. "Who are you?"
"You really don't remember…" he said with a melancholy, lonely smile, but I couldn't tell if he had meant it as a statement or a question. "I've known you since we were young… Don't push yourself, but try to remember… I'll be waiting."
My eyes widened, but before I could protest and ask what he was talking about, he was already out the door and gone. I still hadn't even learned his name.
