So I don't usually respond to reviews here, but what the hell.
ShizukanaShi: I have this feeling that by the end you won't like me very much, so here's your last chance: I know how I'm planning on writing the last chapter, but if you want a fluffy ending speak now or forever hold your peace! Otherwise, enjoy the fire demon torture!
Kit Kit: I'm glad you like Yus/Hi! But as you can see, the story /is/ angsty (unless I'm accosted by the requestee). So, I'll tell you what! If you want a happy, fluffy, romance-y Y/H, put in a request! I'll write something just for you! Just be sure to tell me *exactly* what you want to see (heck, give me a prompt if you want) otherwise it may not be to your tastes. :)
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And the wonderful KyoHana: Ah, you know me too well. It's such a shame that I enjoy pushing Hiei so much, but it's too much fun to see him overwhelmed!
Here's chapter 2! And yes, this is 110% porn (I am so sorry, this is not like me, I must need a s/o). Expect one more chapter soon, and yes, I really should be studying right now. I don't own YYH, more disclaimer stuff, here ya go Togashi
"Tell me what you want."
This could only be described as cruelty. He was already so far gone.
Hiei bit his lip, clamping his teeth so hard that it split, red pouring from his mouth. He tried to reach up and wipe it away, but it was no use. His arms had given out long ago, as had his legs, leaving him no more than a malleable puppet in the detective's hands. It didn't seem to bother the teen in question, who held him up with one strong arm around his middle while the other was braced against the headboard. Like that, he pushed inside, over and over and over.
"Hiei," he whispered, his voice at odds with his movements, soft and low. He felt the fire demon spasm around him at the sound of his voice, and he grinned to himself, picking up the pace. "Tell me, Hiei."
He'd discovered this little trick early on in their relationship, but this time he intended to drag it out, to torture his companion with his voice for as long as either of them would last. It was an incredible turn on, to find that the stoic little youkai could come undone by a simple whisper in his ear, the brush of warm breath against his neck. When he murmured the other's name, Hiei would turn to putty in his hands, softening, losing the ability to control himself against the onslaught of sensations that it brought on. It was a rare sight, the way his eyes rolled back into his head, his body becoming limp, covered in goosebumps, all at the slightest tickle of the detective's voice, so close. Yusuke planned on taking full advantage of this.
The brown haired teen bent over, pressing his chest against the demon's back, changing the speed and angle of his assault. It earned him an unconscious and obscene moan from the other and Hiei shivered, his whole body convulsing slightly as honey-like beads dripped from his untouched arousal. Yusuke licked his lips, trailing them over shockingly soft skin as he went, slowing the movements of his hips before stopping altogether. The fire demon's body slumped, his fingers twitching, a sign that he was trying to pull himself from the stupor his comrade had caused. Yusuke couldn't help but to grin at this, knowing full well how useless that would prove.
"What, Hiei? Tell me what you want?" He ground around in a circle, the muscles of Hiei's round ass jumping at the difference in the motion, another perverse noise escaping his throat. The detective bit lightly at his shoulder, pulling back as the other arched into it, feeling returning to his arms. "Hmm?"
"Y-yu," he heard, more of a choking sound than a word. He ground around again, pulling his hips back at the same time. Hiei was panting now, trying to regain enough control over his motor functions to push back, to take him back in, but couldn't. "You-you-"
"My what, Hiei?" Yusuke returned, dropping his head so that his lips brushed against the shell of the other's ear. "My cock? My mouth? Or is it my hand? Hmm? Do you want me to touch you, Hiei?"
The youkai's hands clenched in the sheets, blood returning to his arms and he hoisted himself up, hips snapping back all at once. Yusuke slid back into him with ease, finding himself suddenly sheathed. There was a fraction of a second in which both of cursed, then they were moving again, Yusuke pounding ahead with speed that hadn't been there before.
He didn't forget his goal though. Nipping at the other's earlobe from behind, he continued this aural ravaging, pushing the other further than he had before.
"Is this it? Is this what you're looking for?" He panted, the onslaught of words pouring out of him, descriptions of the other's state, crude, twisted words.
How tight he was. How wet he was. Are you coming, Hiei? Your face says that you are, but your cock's so, so hard. Clenching just like that, like you were born to take it. Were you, Hiei? Born to take my cock?
It was all too much; Hiei couldn't handle it. He couldn't think, couldn't even move properly. His mind was blank, his body the only thing he could tell was real. It was as if his entire consciousness had faded, as if the pounding in his ass and the tightness of his groin were the only things keeping him on earth. There was a wetness at his ear, then more, and Hiei broke. Any last vestige of pride vanished, and suddenly he was moving too, grinding back into the detective like he was trying to become a part of him, all heat and desperation. It made Yusuke moan. They were both so very close.
"Yesss," he hissed, his grip tightening, "Tell me, Hiei. Say it. Tell me what it is, or I won't let you come. Tell me what you want. Tell me." With a wail, the demon snapped.
He was sobbing, rhythmic hics coming between every one of Yusuke's violent thrusts. Moisture streamed down his face, a mixture no doubt of tears and sweat spraying as he shook his head from left to right as if trying to stop himself. Of course, there was no turning back.
"You- you, ah, Yusu- you, haa," There was no coherency, nothing properly formed on his tongue as it spit fell from his mouth, joining the salty mix on his skin. The sobs were racking his body as he tried, tried for what he didn't know. Without warning there was a hand on him, gripping him tight, and the intensity threw him over the edge, his orgasm ripping from him so hard it was painful. His nails cut through the sheets, his body tightening impossibly, a scream that was both terrifying and arousing making it past his bloodied lips as he came, the climax never seeming to end.
He was still shaking, small spurts of white still shooting weakly from his swollen cock as he was lowered onto his side. Proof of the detective's completion dripped from and over him, though he wasn't sure when it had happened. He wasn't even sure what his own name was. It was a full minute before he even realized that eyes were on him.
The detective was staring at him, breathing hard, sprawled out on the other side of the ruined mattress. It was so hard to open his eyes, to look back at the half breed. He let them close for a moment, feeling with bitter realization that with the act leftover tears escaped the corners of his eyes, sliding down his face slowly. He pretended it wasn't so, hoping that Yusuke would do the same, even though he knew that the boy saw. The situation was becoming exhausting.
It was a surprise when the detective slid up next to him. His fingers traced the lines of white that painted the fire demon's abs, causing Hiei to shudder under the touch. Opening his eyes, he found a look in the other's face that caught him off guard. Hunger. More of it.
He tried to sit up, but had to settle for propping himself up on his elbows from behind, his waist solidly frozen in place. It hurt enough to be numb.
"Damn," the detective breathed, arousal still present in his voice and in the tautness of his muscles. It was with profound admiration that the fire demon noticed he was still half-hard. Yusuke licked his lips, watching the line of the demon's eyes, enjoying it. "Hiei." The fire demon's eyes fluttered at the way he said his name. He hated that his body betrayed him like this, hated how it reacted so openly to the mere sound of his name from those lips.
"You never got to tell me. What did you want?"
In an instant the atmosphere changed. Yusuke watched with shock as all of the color drained from Hiei's face, his body losing the relaxed, post orgasmic ease that it had for defensed tension. His eyes widened, looking like they would shift away at any moment, but staying frozen in place. The skin he was touching felt suddenly cold and clammy, and the detective could tell that there was very real fear surfacing. Before he had the chance to wonder what he had done wrong, words pushed past Hiei's broken lips.
"You."
He hadn't meant to say it. He hadn't meant to say anything. It had simply happened, in his muddled state of mind, confusion pouring from the sensations in his body, a juxtaposing struggle in mind and actions. It was so foolish, so utterly foolish that he wondered for a moment if it had actually happened. The detective's reaction was enough to convince him that it had.
Yusuke had frozen, looking at him with unblinking eyes that seemed to, for once, understand without explanation. Understand, but not reciprocate. That much was clear. The detective swallowed, unsure how to proceed. Hiei's mind suddenly kicked itself back into gear, a thousand scenarios and options, all seeming fairly dismal passing through him in the fraction of a second. Yusuke's fingers had stopped drawing idle shapes on his skin, his eyes falling, shoulders hunching as he tried to find the right words. Hiei didn't want to let him, wanted to run, but in his state it would have been worse for both of them if he tried.
"Hiei," he breathed, this time so much different from the last. When he looked up, his eyes held something else, something that made the pit of the fire demon's stomach turn. Sadness, confusion. But mostly, there was pity. And Hiei would have none of that. "I just don't-"
He was cut off as a hand gripped him by the hair roughly, fingers digging into his skull hard enough to draw blood. He blinked, finding the other's face close to his. The red eyes he met with were cold and brutal, a look similar to those he had seen before. Yet he had never been on the other side of it.
"I don't care."
And with that Hiei kissed him, his tongue pushing into Yusuke's mouth, his hand snaking down to try and bring his failed erection back to life. The teen caved, eyes closing, returning the kiss with fervor. Hiei ignored the searing pain around his waist as he was pressed back into the sheets, the ministrations of earlier continuing as if they hadn't been interrupted.
After all, he'd been through so much worse.
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