Disclaimer: Not my property. Don't own them. But we all know I wouldn't be
here if I did...hehehe
Rating: PG-13. so far
Paring: Kurama and Hiei - of course!
A/N: My very first attempt at sharing my fic.s. woke up at 3 am and wrote it! FYI - I am NOT responsible for any injuries sustained from reading this fiction ..like nosebleeds..*sneer* little hentai.
How Can I Say. I love you?
He stood there on the tree that was hardly as old as he was. He is the man of shadows. Or rather the demon. Demon of Forbidden Love, of fire and shadows, fire and ice.
Almost gently, the demon walked along the twisted limb not disturbing even a leaf. He studied the dark familiar house next to the tree. He sprang suddenly and lightly landed on the still of an open window. The sight of him was entrancing. An ebon clad figure, except the white of his scarf, his ward bound brow and starburst in his hair. Except for the tanned almost brutally handsome face and sharp silver gleam of his well cared for and well used sword. A katana. Yet, the most appealing, if not disturbing part of this demon was his eyes. Red as blood- as hate filled fury- they were the guarded and locked windows to his proud soul. Windows- telling nothing, fooling many but revealing much, to some. Revealing too much. He stepped into the small but comfortable room silently, like a whisper. Scanning the room quickly, hand on his ready weapon; he made sure all was safe. His face softened from his usual masked expression as his eyes rested on the reason for his presence. Lowering the dark cape and weapon to the floor, he cautiously approached the sleeping human.
Sprawled upon the bed lay an older teenage boy. He was stunningly beautiful. Long silken strands of flame colored hair haloed the human's soft elfin like face. He had the lithe feminine body of a dancer and he was strong. His bare chiseled chest rose softly with his breathing, and it took all the demon's will not to stroke the human's teasing curves, envious of the pale moonlight that so willingly caressed the milky skin in his place. But there was more to this beautiful human than most saw. Under the soft young features lay a soul older than the shadowed demon's. The human was not human, at least not really.
Many years ago, there lived a legendary thief of the demon world. A fox demon. A cold and clever fox spirit that was unusually beautiful, even for his kind. He was the rouge of the clan. Hopelessly addicted to ancient treasures and rare artifacts. But on one of his hunts, a hunter mortally wounded him. Unwilling to go to the spirit world, the fox demon gathered the last of his ki - spirit energy- and fled to the human world. Entering the body of an unborn baby without a soul, the demon lived. Silently waiting until he was strong enough to return to his old life. However, something happened that the fox did not expect. He began to love. His mortal mother unknowingly changed his soul forever. The fox loved, and he could neither leave nor return to his previous life or selfish ways. The fire demon smiled slightly. He respected the fox more than he would admit. He was truly lucky to have not only the fox demon but the others as well for friends.
Suddenly the sweet brow of the redhead furrowed. His pale hands clenched the sheets. The fire demon breathing hitched as he heard the subject of the kitsune's troubled dreams. The fox's high alto voice moaned in the night.
"Hiei, please."
Tears slowly rolled down the pained face.
"Hiei.a-ai shiteru."
Harsh sobs made the human body tremble.
Hiei's crimson eyes widened in surprise and -hope?
He bit his lower lip lightly fangs pressed into the smooth skin. Hope was a dangerous thing, a hurtful addictive emotion, he knew. Still it rushed through his body with eagerness. He knew he felt deeply for the demon before him, but love? He did not know. His soul was divided in two. He was so confused. But looking at the tear streaked face below him; Hiei knew he would have to decide soon. Because all of his soul agree on one thing, losing the fox, the thief sneaking into his guarded heart, would break him.
With a longing look at the fox, Hiei turned and picked up his things. He stopped his exit when the redhead moaned again. White-hot sensations lanced through the fire demon. With a stubborn determination, Hiei crossed the room. Leaning down he hesitated before shyly touching his lips to the boy's. The touch was innocent yet powerful. Hiei gasped at the new feelings controlling him. His eyes widened as the demon below him pressed against his lips in a subconscious response. The fox's tongue traced Hiei's lower lip, before sliding into his heated mouth. The feeling was overwhelmingly exotic and Hiei closed his eyes as the demons moaned together.
One lost in the realm of dreams and one lost in the raw emotions of a first kiss.
With a skill borne from centuries of experience, the kitsune coaxed Hiei's tongue into his own mouth. An unfamiliar heat gathered between his legs and it felt s-so good. Hiei mimicked the fox and explored every inch of the demon's mouth. Stroking the sensuous tongue, teasing it, moaning as the feelings grew. The fox clutched his shoulders as Hiei pressed harder in a fit of wild passion. He wanted more. More of the fox's taste, of his touch. No! No he had to stop he was not ready and the kitsune was waking. Groaning he stopped the kiss gently resting his forehead upon the redhead's. Both were panting hard, lips moist. Hiei stood as the fox's eyes opened sleepily. In a blur of shadow, he was standing again on the gnarled branch. Closing his eyes, he touched his lips. With a parting glance at the silent room, he was gone.
Kurama sighed. It was 3 am and he was awake again. Another dream about Hiei. Gods he loved him so much. It hurt that Hiei was so oblivious. He was just a hurt child hiding behind his pride. Kurama could not help it he still loved the fire demon. He turned to the side and wiped away another tear.
K'so the pain.
Kurama pressed against his heart. The pain of his love -damn emotions. Why? Why did he have to love the arrogant demon so much? And the dreams, oh Inari, the dreams did not help. Especially the last, it had felt so real.
Stop! He does not love you! He cannot love you! Who could ever love you?!
Kurama's mind screamed at him. He shook with repressed sobs. His flame like hair shielding his face from the moon's curious gaze. Why? Why did he fall for Hiei? Why did he love him some much? He was dying inside. His face masked, smooth and statuesque. Emerald eyes blankly stared at the human made walls -his prison. Kurama clenched his hands tightly.
Gods he wanted to die.
R/R pwease!!^^
TBC.^_^ evil author.
Rating: PG-13. so far
Paring: Kurama and Hiei - of course!
A/N: My very first attempt at sharing my fic.s. woke up at 3 am and wrote it! FYI - I am NOT responsible for any injuries sustained from reading this fiction ..like nosebleeds..*sneer* little hentai.
How Can I Say. I love you?
He stood there on the tree that was hardly as old as he was. He is the man of shadows. Or rather the demon. Demon of Forbidden Love, of fire and shadows, fire and ice.
Almost gently, the demon walked along the twisted limb not disturbing even a leaf. He studied the dark familiar house next to the tree. He sprang suddenly and lightly landed on the still of an open window. The sight of him was entrancing. An ebon clad figure, except the white of his scarf, his ward bound brow and starburst in his hair. Except for the tanned almost brutally handsome face and sharp silver gleam of his well cared for and well used sword. A katana. Yet, the most appealing, if not disturbing part of this demon was his eyes. Red as blood- as hate filled fury- they were the guarded and locked windows to his proud soul. Windows- telling nothing, fooling many but revealing much, to some. Revealing too much. He stepped into the small but comfortable room silently, like a whisper. Scanning the room quickly, hand on his ready weapon; he made sure all was safe. His face softened from his usual masked expression as his eyes rested on the reason for his presence. Lowering the dark cape and weapon to the floor, he cautiously approached the sleeping human.
Sprawled upon the bed lay an older teenage boy. He was stunningly beautiful. Long silken strands of flame colored hair haloed the human's soft elfin like face. He had the lithe feminine body of a dancer and he was strong. His bare chiseled chest rose softly with his breathing, and it took all the demon's will not to stroke the human's teasing curves, envious of the pale moonlight that so willingly caressed the milky skin in his place. But there was more to this beautiful human than most saw. Under the soft young features lay a soul older than the shadowed demon's. The human was not human, at least not really.
Many years ago, there lived a legendary thief of the demon world. A fox demon. A cold and clever fox spirit that was unusually beautiful, even for his kind. He was the rouge of the clan. Hopelessly addicted to ancient treasures and rare artifacts. But on one of his hunts, a hunter mortally wounded him. Unwilling to go to the spirit world, the fox demon gathered the last of his ki - spirit energy- and fled to the human world. Entering the body of an unborn baby without a soul, the demon lived. Silently waiting until he was strong enough to return to his old life. However, something happened that the fox did not expect. He began to love. His mortal mother unknowingly changed his soul forever. The fox loved, and he could neither leave nor return to his previous life or selfish ways. The fire demon smiled slightly. He respected the fox more than he would admit. He was truly lucky to have not only the fox demon but the others as well for friends.
Suddenly the sweet brow of the redhead furrowed. His pale hands clenched the sheets. The fire demon breathing hitched as he heard the subject of the kitsune's troubled dreams. The fox's high alto voice moaned in the night.
"Hiei, please."
Tears slowly rolled down the pained face.
"Hiei.a-ai shiteru."
Harsh sobs made the human body tremble.
Hiei's crimson eyes widened in surprise and -hope?
He bit his lower lip lightly fangs pressed into the smooth skin. Hope was a dangerous thing, a hurtful addictive emotion, he knew. Still it rushed through his body with eagerness. He knew he felt deeply for the demon before him, but love? He did not know. His soul was divided in two. He was so confused. But looking at the tear streaked face below him; Hiei knew he would have to decide soon. Because all of his soul agree on one thing, losing the fox, the thief sneaking into his guarded heart, would break him.
With a longing look at the fox, Hiei turned and picked up his things. He stopped his exit when the redhead moaned again. White-hot sensations lanced through the fire demon. With a stubborn determination, Hiei crossed the room. Leaning down he hesitated before shyly touching his lips to the boy's. The touch was innocent yet powerful. Hiei gasped at the new feelings controlling him. His eyes widened as the demon below him pressed against his lips in a subconscious response. The fox's tongue traced Hiei's lower lip, before sliding into his heated mouth. The feeling was overwhelmingly exotic and Hiei closed his eyes as the demons moaned together.
One lost in the realm of dreams and one lost in the raw emotions of a first kiss.
With a skill borne from centuries of experience, the kitsune coaxed Hiei's tongue into his own mouth. An unfamiliar heat gathered between his legs and it felt s-so good. Hiei mimicked the fox and explored every inch of the demon's mouth. Stroking the sensuous tongue, teasing it, moaning as the feelings grew. The fox clutched his shoulders as Hiei pressed harder in a fit of wild passion. He wanted more. More of the fox's taste, of his touch. No! No he had to stop he was not ready and the kitsune was waking. Groaning he stopped the kiss gently resting his forehead upon the redhead's. Both were panting hard, lips moist. Hiei stood as the fox's eyes opened sleepily. In a blur of shadow, he was standing again on the gnarled branch. Closing his eyes, he touched his lips. With a parting glance at the silent room, he was gone.
Kurama sighed. It was 3 am and he was awake again. Another dream about Hiei. Gods he loved him so much. It hurt that Hiei was so oblivious. He was just a hurt child hiding behind his pride. Kurama could not help it he still loved the fire demon. He turned to the side and wiped away another tear.
K'so the pain.
Kurama pressed against his heart. The pain of his love -damn emotions. Why? Why did he have to love the arrogant demon so much? And the dreams, oh Inari, the dreams did not help. Especially the last, it had felt so real.
Stop! He does not love you! He cannot love you! Who could ever love you?!
Kurama's mind screamed at him. He shook with repressed sobs. His flame like hair shielding his face from the moon's curious gaze. Why? Why did he fall for Hiei? Why did he love him some much? He was dying inside. His face masked, smooth and statuesque. Emerald eyes blankly stared at the human made walls -his prison. Kurama clenched his hands tightly.
Gods he wanted to die.
R/R pwease!!^^
TBC.^_^ evil author.