A demon is only chased once in a lifetime-- if they're lucky. I however was chased on some rather strange circumstances. It was challenged. No, his side was not challenged in the slightest, he made very sure of that, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of walking in towns. My side was challenged. The really strange part is he pertained to none of the correct standards.
He wasn't a demon. He was very much human, and I had never seen him move with such deadly grace and accuracy. He should've known nothing about mating rituals or how demons take mates. He knew all of the right moves, how to do it to the precise movement. He didn't force it, or himself on me, and he made it perfectly clear that if I wasn't into it, he would back off.
At first I wasn't sure if he knew what he was doing. I thought the oaf, yes, Kuwabara, just wanted to tail me around for a while, or maybe he needed to speak with me. Who knew? So I slowed to tell him off nice and clear. I changed my mind however when he didn't stop advancing, and I saw the look in his eyes. I hi-tailed it through the trees, and he matched my moves inch for inch. He kept my speed, not imposing or making me run, but making his intentions known.
I wasn't sure what to think. He wasn't supposed to do this! It wasn't in a human's nature. He knew it all, however, and that scared me. I glanced back at him, and he wasn't out of breath, or tired at all, it seemed he was in better condition than I was. He kept my speed until I decided. If he knew how to do this, then I would think seriously about taking him as a mate. Or letting him take me.
If he could follow through the whole entire thing, then I suppose I should give him a chance. After all, he is strong, reliable, smart, kind, gentle-- everything a mate should be. We had settled our differences shortly before that, but I never thought that he could possibly understand how huge of a thing that was for me.
I started to tire, he'd kept up for three long hours, with no signs of slowing. I, however couldn't keep this up much longer. He could surely go on longer than I. I suspected he trained, or had premeditated this, and found ways not to tire. Either way this had been a while of thought for him, and if he was ready for me, then I supposed I had to give him a chance.
I'm no easy catch. I'm difficult, fast, and rash, other than my teammates and anyone closly knitted to us, I didn't get along with people. Few could stand me.
I "faltered", and he made his catch. He understood I was willing to see how far he could take this. If it was just my curiousity he understood, but now that I had begun considering, he was slightly taken back.
Kuwabara had premeditated this. He caught me before I fell, and landed harshly on the ground below on a knee and a foot, holding me in both arms, one under my knees, the other under my back. He kept his previous pace even with me in his arms. I looked up to his face, and was surprised to see that the idiot jerk-off that was there when Yusuke and Kurama were around had vanished, that was his mask, and he let it down willingly to show me.
I let down my own. Kuwabara took me to a campsite under a large canopy. He placed me gently down, and I gazed up at him with open eyes. He sat me against a large tree, the ground soft with grass, a small clearing with a canopy, the light shining beautifully down. When his gaze met mine he saw my soul. He knew that I wasn't completely against this.
Kuwabara just nodded, and leaned in. I thought for sure he faltered in his plan, it seemed he had leaned in to bite me. I was wrong, he leaned in, and instead of biting, he kissed, nipped, licked, teased my neck. I had never had such affections showed to me, so of course I was overwhelmed. He moved to my ear, but only breathed on it softly.
"Do not run, I can catch you, you're on my land now." He whispered roughly.
He purged this for himself? He knew it all, he knew exactly how to do things. He had cleared a home for us. He had made sure no other would dare enter these woods. It was his, it was made for us. He planned to build our home here, he planned this for me, for us. There was a few tests left to go, though, and he pulled away.
I wanted to pull him back to me, but that would exert dominance, and he definately didn't plan on being submissive. I just whimpered, and looked up at him wantingly, trying to use my hands futily to bring him down to me. I begged him with my eyes.
"I'll be back. Stay put." Kuwabara turned and left my sight. It seemed as if this was just all business. I sat there, shocked, and feeling somewhat... honored. He did this for me. There was so much I didn't know about him, and it shocked me that I never cared to learn.
He returned not an hour later, with fire wood, and a wild boar, dead. He set up the fire, and lit it with his spirit energy. Kuwabara went to the dead boar, and tore it clean in half. I was confused at what he was doing. I'd only heard scarce references to this part from people who had been chased and mated to. I stared in wonder as Kuwabara cooked half of it, and left the other half on the ground for the rime being. He came and sat with me.
I felt paralyzed when he sat next to me. This was frightening me. Not the part where he shouldn't know this, but the fact that he cared enough to do it at all. About me. He pulled me onto his lap, and put his arms around me, and held me close to his chest, putting his chin on my head. He held me for almost half and hour, and I settled into his embrace. I was finally getting used to the idea of it all.
He kissed my cheek softly, and took off my jagan eye's blind fold. I was confused for a moment, and opened the eye. I searched his mind, his soul. He let me in freely, he wanted to show me, for me to know. His intentions were only good. I finally understood, and submitted to him. Well, one last test. If he passed it, then I'd be his.
Kuwabara put me down, and took the boar off the fire, and walked over to me, obviously burning his hands, but him not caring. He sat infront of me now, and I wanted to climb into his lap. He handed me the boar, and watched me eat it. He smiled as I offered him some, but he shook his head, it was only for me.
Honestly, I'd been turned on since the chase, and seeing him do all of this was only making matters worse. As I finished Kuwabara went to get the bloody carcass of the boar. He brought it over to my side, and put it down. He picked me up, and I felt as if I couldn't move on my own. He lay me down, and slowly removed my shirt.
I knew well what was to come. He pulled off some of the raw flesh from the boar, and smiled gently down at me, he wouldn't continue unless I gave him permission. I nodded feverently. Kuwabara placed it on my chest, tearing of a smaller piece he put it in his mouth, and leaned down to kiss me. Of all the people to know I prefered raw versus cooked, he was not the one I suspected. It wasn't a matter of preference though.
This was the last step of the test, and he was passing with flying colors. Kuwabara fed me the whole thing gradually, sometimes putting it in his mouth, sometimes just being generous and giving it to me. When I finished, below the waist I was rock hard, and I knew he knew that. He could smell it on me, and he knew I knew he knew.
He however avoided that part of me almost to a fault, as if that wasn't his intention. If he didn't want me, then why go through all this trouble? I voiced this.
"I sense indecision within you, and I don't want to push you to anything you don't want." Kuwabara said gently to me. "This isn't rejection, so stop glaring."
He knew me too well. I hadn't been aware of my glare until my features lightened up. I sighed, very uncomfortable in my pants, and was overly shocked when he started taking my pants off. Hadn't he just decided against this? I was so confused, but I wasn't going to question it as long as I got what I wanted. Soon enough I lay naked before him, as he stared me down, memorising my entire being. I begged him softly to touch me, to do anything, say anything.
He just smiled down at me like he understood, but wouldn't comply completely. I however got tired of his waiting, and pulled him down onto me, crushing his lips into mine. There was an unfamiliar taste that I knew wasn't mine or his own, or the meat. He had been with another. I broke away to call him on that, only to have him grab me roughly, and grind into me.
I almost screamed at the glorious friction, but bit my lip, and thrust my hips to try and get that feeling again. This time I was rewarded with his hand, and a talented one at that. He broke away from the kiss, and moved to kiss down my chest, and engulfed me entirely in his mouth, and that's when I screamed. He smirked and I felt it, he felt proud that he could make me scream for him.
He sucked slightly, and started humming--what I don't know-- and within minutes I was beyond ready for him. I pushed him away, and kissed him deeply. I grabbed the hem of his pants, and undid the button. He stopped me however.
"No, this is for you. Just you." Kuwabara said, putting my hands above my head, now unable to control this.
I pulled my hand away, and cupped his long, hard shaft through his pants. "I'm aware this is for me, now give it to me." I looked him in the eyes, and saw his resistance.
Kuwabara had a hard time controlling himself, and I'm not quite sure how he managed exactly. Kuwabara shook his head. I got very angry at this. "I'm not rejecting you."
I broke his hold, and reached for my katana, and sliced off his pants, and anything he held under it. Kuwabara glared at me, knowing now he had no restrictions, and no way of stopping himself. Kuwabara made glroious love to me seven times that night. When the time came, however, he did not claim me. No, he acted just as if he would, sucking gently on the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and grazing his teeth across it.
I was not dominant in this, so I couldn't bite first. I longed to do so, to taste his blood in my mouth, to see that arousing scar on his neck... God, I was being turned on all over again. Just the thought of him ripping into my throat as visciously as I dreamed... it was far more than a petty turn on. I wanted to taste him, have him taste me.
He didn't. Not even close, and I growled deeply at this.
"I sense doubt in you, and I'm not willing to make your life terrible because it was the heat of the moment. Take a few days. I'll come to you when I think you've had enough time, alright?" Kuwabara said, and I looked at him as if he were the most transparent idiot on this side of Seldor.
Kuwabara dressed me, nipping and teasing me. I longed for his bite, and I felt like I was falling apart without it. He had marked me in the sense as if anyone tried to touch me they were dead, but he didn't mark me in the sense of mates. Kuwabara dressed, and left, kissing me passionately, and I stared after him dumbly.
There was that smell again. That smell... That taste in his mouth... I'd know it anywhere. Kurama. I knew where I was headed now. I had a red-head to kill, and a beautiful man to mate with. My agenda was very full.