Title: Legally Sane

Pairings: Hiei x Oc

Rating: M- For sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, I do own my OC and the story

Chapter Ten: Self Gratification

-Hiei's POV-

'Mating Season'- How I loathed this time of year and what inevitably accompanied it. I am not one to over embellish things. I speak pure, undiluted fact. Every year without fail, whether I was in Makai or Ningenkai, I would be mobbed by literally hundreds of female demons who deemed themselves worthy to be my mate.

I can't help but scoff with mild amusement at the strange workings of these female's minds.

I must admit, I don't have it nearly as bad as Kurama used to have it when he was a Yoko- His natural good looks and sex appeal had many a demoness practically swooning at his feet. Though he has taken many to his bed, I have never known of him actually placing his Mark upon any of these 'Lady Yoko' hopefuls.

Now that he is human, he is safe. How I hate him.

My ears prick at the sound of a door opening, the friction of wood against wood pulling me out of my thoughts momentarily. I glance up, then quickly cast my eyes elsewhere when I see the Onna, and her state of undress. How shameful, parading around in naught but a skimpy towel and flaunting that youthful skin of hers, as if there was no-one around to see.

She seems to have forgotten that I am always here. Perhaps she doesn't believe me when I say that I wouldn't leave her immediate vicinity.

'Foolish Ningen,' crosses my mind with mental affection, and I have to bite the inner swell of my cheek to stall other traitorous thoughts that I know would ultimately follow should I allow them.

Her bedroom window is slightly ajar, and with the soft breeze slipping out through the crack, comes the scent of cinnamon and something flowery. My nose wrinkles at the pleasant scent, and I feel the familiar tightness in my pants- I stifle a growl of impatience and shift uncomfortably on my perch.

Now don't get me wrong, the demon females aren't the only thing that makes this period the most unbearable. I can actually avoid them quite easily. No, it's the sudden shift in my chemical make-up which tries to induce me into partaking of these carnal acts- To immerse myself in the wicked pleasures I can see reflected in the lust-crazed eyes of members of the opposite sex. My body is in a constant state of semi-arousal, I feel almost feverish, and at times I find the simplest of cottons unbearable against my skin.

Luckily enough, my internal clock alerts me to this frustrating phase in my life at least a week in advance, which gives me ample time to find myself a dark rock to crawl under for the duration, where I can keep my baser urges in check. Unfortunately for me, this year due to this new mission of mine, I'd totally ignored my body's warning signals, and have failed to get myself away in time.

As all demons know, Mating Season lasts exactly five Ningen Days…I can't remember how long in demon time. It starts five lunar days before the coming of the Red Moon, I don't need to describe that as it's rather self explanatory. That could possibly explain the sudden surge of hormones I'd received only the day before when I'd almost ravished the Onna. The first time, I'd just rather forget.

The light flickers off in my peripheral vision, and I cast a sideways glance into the Onna's room- Catching the half-hearted wave and the small yawn she tries to stifle. I raise an eyebrow and nod to her, and she smiles before slipping beneath her covers completely safe in the knowledge that nothing bad could possibly happen with me out here in my tree.

I know that tonight I would need to leave her, as tomorrow evening, the Red Moon will rise and I will have absolutely no control over my body's urges and wants. The thought shouldn't displease me as much as it does, and it irritates me that I feel this way. By all rights, I shouldn't even have the slightest problem with getting physically close with her- I'm supposed to find Ningen's unattractive and loathsome creatures, far beneath my contempt. But when I think of the Onna…Those concepts don't ever spring to mind. And it's so frustrating, that I'm quite prepared to jab myself in the Jagan in hopes of dissuading me from such thoughts.

'You care for her, don't you?'

I scowl as the fox's words from the other day stray unbidden into my mind. I shake my head vigorously.

"No, I don't," I can't help but mutter aloud. Perhaps if I say it enough, I might actually believe my own words.

'Caring for a Ningen isn't as bad as you make out.'

Oh yes, it most definitely is! What the hell did that damn fox know anyway? He'd been living with these Ningen's for far too long, and now he'd lost his edge- Stupid human emotions. They were pathetic and they got in the way of clear, logical thought. He'd never be as good in battle as he used to be, and he knows it as well as I do.

But it doesn't bother him in the least.

Her soft breathing snags my attention, and I growl irritably- But I can't help the sudden softening around my eyes and mouth despite my mild pique. There she lies- Flat on her back with her sheets bunched around partially bare limbs, her hair tousled and framing her head like a dark halo. Those lips, that I have kissed on only a couple of occasions are slightly parted, and her cheeks are flushed with slumber…

And I feel the strange need to touch her, though I suppose it's not such a strange thing anymore.

I flit from the branch to her open window, and slip through the relatively small crack she's left for my entrance in the likely event that she was attacked. I land soundlessly on the plush carpeting, and at that moment, I wished I'd removed my boots. The brush of soft carpet on the soles of my feet held a tug of attraction, and I bit down on my lower lip to stem the urge. I prowl along the edge of her bed, pausing when I reached the bedside table- It impeded my path to the head.

I gaze down at her, unable to filter out the want that's obvious in my eyes, and I reach out a shaking hand. The first touch of my heated fingertips to the soft curve of her cheek has me starting in surprise. I hadn't even realised I was doing it in the first place, but now that I had done it…I couldn't help but do it again. So there I stood, tracing the delicate planes of her face in utter silence, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin against my own calloused digits- Even though I know the loudest of noises wouldn't snap her into the land of wakefulness.

My index finger trails to the tip of her chin, and then lower, gliding along the taut skin of her neck to come to a stop at the jutting edge of her collarbone. If I had her, that was where I'd mark her. Subtlety is in my nature, and I'd never be as vulgar as to display my conquest on the paleness of her throat.

The sudden thudding of my heart against my ribcage alerts me to the fact that I'd tarried longer than I should have, and I curse softly in disappointment.

'Just a few more moments…'

But I did not have such a luxury as time on my side.

My fangs elongated so that they slipped heedlessly over the ridge of my lower lip, and my Jagan pulsed almost painfully beneath the bandana. I knew it would only get worse from here on in, and my only choice was to leave here as quickly as possible, before my inner demon, the one I'd kept locked up for so long, finally came out.

I bent at the waist, and placed a hesitant kiss on her forehead, and was mildly surprised when I didn't feel the disgust welling in the back of my throat. These emotions were puzzling, and I'd be sure to discuss them at length with the fox after the Red Moon had waned.

I slip just as quietly out as I had when I had entered, pausing only the barest of moments for one last glimpse of her face. Twenty-four hours was a long time when one was in heat, and I just hoped that the attraction I felt for this human would not override my sense of self in the last few hours before it was all over.

Releasing a confused sigh, I disappear into the darkness.

-Kurama's POV-

Well, this wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been. Perhaps it is because I was actually human now, and those baser instincts of mine belonged to Yoko only.

I'd excused myself from my home a few hours earlier, giving the false explanation that I'd be staying at a friend's house for the better part of two days in order to prepare for a big Science Meet that we were competing in.

If you hadn't guessed already, there was no friend and there certainly wasn't any Science Meet. I have become a rather accomplished liar, and this is probably my worst quality.

I am currently holed up in a cave I'd happened across a few months back after one of my more tiring missions- It was a good few hundred miles from the city, and I had a beautiful view of the ocean. Of course, I'm not as comfortable as I would've liked- Mainly because I'd enlisted the aid of Yusuke in helping me chain myself to the wall.

Now why would someone as mild mannered as me, need to be chained to a wall, you might ask?

As a human, I might be rather reserved and polite, but trust me…Yoko isn't as nice as I am. Actually, he is exactly my opposite. Ruled by his instincts when it came to this time of year, he'd usually jump the first thing that moved- Well as long as she (or sometimes 'he') was fairly attractive and partly skilled in the art of bedding, he wasn't too fussy.

As Minamino Suiichi, I have never had a sexual encounter, unless you count the needless groping of my endless fan club. And I hoped to keep it that way until I found someone I wished to spend my life with. As you can tell, my priorities differ slightly from Yoko's. That is why I force myself to sweat it out, without even the company of my own hand to soothe my own frustrated flesh. He'd told me it would only make it even more unbearable. Hence the chains.

My pants felt tighter than they had since this thing had started, and I couldn't help but glance down at the unmistakeable bulge there. My fingers itched to give that special part of my anatomy a coaxing squeeze, if only to assuage the throbbing there. I tilt my head back against the cool stone, and feel the bite of granite against my unprotected skin as I had opted to sit this out without the use of the cloying material. The chains dig into my wrists as I try to stretch into a more comfortable position, and I can't help the purr of satisfaction that crawls up my throat at the pain that radiates from the abraded flesh. I think I might be a closet masochist.

What would mother think?

I laugh at the thought, and glance at the puddle of water that's steadily growing bigger at my feet. My eyes have dulled to a bronze colour, and my mane of red hair is peppered with white streaks. I run my tongue along the edge of my canines, and the metallic taste of blood almost sends me over the edge.

I really must concentrate on something less…Arousing.

'I wonder how little Hiei is doing…'Ah, Yoko makes his appearance. 'Do you think he decided to stay with that enticing morsel I had a sniff of the other day?'

I roll my eyes at the husky voice in my mind, 'He's in denial, so I highly doubt it.'

'Oh? He didn't seem like he was denying anything when I felt his katana at my throat,'came the purred response, and I couldn't help but wince- With pleasure mind, at the memory.

'Alright, maybe not in denial. But he's terribly confused,' I allowed, resting my head against one of my upraised arms.

'I wouldn't mind bedding that little firecracker…' Yoko commented darkly, and I knew he wasn't talking about Lydia.

'I'm straight, Yoko,' I reminded him out of habit. He was always making comments like this to rile me.

'Yes, but I am Bi-sexual. You should be a tad more generous with me, and allow me more freedom.'

'But this is my body,' I argued lightly. This was old territory that has been covered many a time.

'Our body, love' he corrected.

'Yes, yes…' I dismissed, deciding to get back on subject. 'What did Hiei talk to you about when you tried to hit on Lydia?' I was rather curious as I hadn't been paying too much attention at the time.

Yoko seemed to shrug, though I could sense his amusement; 'He told me that if I ever touched his 'Onna' again, he'd remove my means to a legacy. Quite the possessive one, isn't he?'

I sweatdropped, and crossed my legs instinctively, though the friction of a certain sensitive part of my body against thigh and jean had me biting back a yelp.

'Sensitive, are we?'he cooed in response. 'Give me free reign, and I promise to bring you nothing but ecstasy. I'm pretty sure there are a few moves that even you didn't know was possible with just the use of your hand.'

The dark promise in his voice almost had me doing exactly as he asked, but I knew of his strength and sneakiness. He'd only take over and march my pliant body over to the nearest Ningen, or Demon whorehouse. I was not feeling all that inclined to receive unknown STD's- And I know Yoko has had his fair share of those.

He mentally twitched when he realised I had caught onto his plan, and I chuckled.

'I'm quite fine as I am,' I replied good-naturedly, even though I was in utter agony.

'Suit yourself.'

Yoko sulked moodily, leaving me to dwell in my own silence, and I was slightly relieved to see that my transformation wasn't fully completed yet. I cast my thoughts to my closest friend, my brow furrowing only a tad.

"I wonder how Hiei is holding up…"

-Hiei's POV-

It was blindingly hot. Despite being a fire demon who can summon the very fires of Hell into my right arm, this, believe it or not, was far hotter than any of my Jao Ensatsu techniques.

This was increasingly more difficult than I had first imagined. Perhaps this had something to do with actually having considered someone worthy to bed, and my body was just acting in due course, as I could not remember a time that Mating Season had affected me so much.

I fell to my knees in the middle of the clearing I had specifically chosen a few weeks back, my bandaged arms clutching desperately at my middle as I tried to contain whatever it was that was threatening to break. It was most likely my control, and my conscious thought.

'And this is supposed to last for twenty-four hours?'

I growled pathetically, my fingers now tearing at the light blue tank I customarily wore when my black one was at the fox's house being cleaned. I glance down at my hands, an eyebrow raising at the sudden appearance of claws, and then I look at the fresh scratches that now littered my newly bared chest.

The breeze soothes the irritated flesh, and I close my eyes momentarily against the delight of it all, my heated skin soaking up the cool freshness of the air itself. But this is only a brief solution to my glaringly obvious problem.

My trousers have become so tight, that I'm only slightly worried that I would lose my lower extremities from lack of circulation. But as I undo the clasp that holds the leathery material together, pooling the offending garment around my knees and catching sight of my flushed sex…I know that it was a silly grievance.

'Touch it…'

The thought catches me off guard, and I stare incredulously at my lap, as if it had been the one to communicate such a thrilling option to me.

'You'd feel so much better if you did. It's not that hard…'

I snort at 'its' choice of phrasing. Not that hard? Bullshit.

But the notion was rather appealing at the moment. To be perfectly honest, I have gone through every Mating Season without touching the place of my agony once. I'd always thought it too beneath me to give in to my sexual urges- If I couldn't find peace in a woman's body, why should I demean myself further by indulging myself?

'Just a fingertip would do…You don't even have to press too firmly,' the voice niggled. Was that my voice?

My eyes shifted to my right hand, the one that held the power of my Black Dragon. The claws looked slightly disturbing when the image of my hand caressing my quivering flesh came to mind. What if they caught on something important?

'That's only part of the fun.'

I flexed my fingers experimentally, then reached out the index. I paused hesitantly, my hand shaking only a tad, before I ran that digit down the entirety of my length, then back up again. My hips jerked upwards reflexively, and I looked on in wonder at my body's reaction to such a simple touch. I was intrigued…So I did it again.

'Feels good, doesn't it?' I nod absently, continuing this feather light contact. 'It could feel so much better if you took it all into your hand.'

I was unsure…But the voice had such a seductive quality to it, and I wondered at that moment, why had I not heard it before?

Hesitantly my hand reached out again, and I enclosed my throbbing flesh lightly, afraid that I might damage something if I gripped it too firmly. I didn't want to lose anything vital. That seemed to appease it, as a tingling sensation shot up from it's base and up my spine. It wasn't anything too dramatic, but the feeling was pleasant enough.

'It's not a piece of glass…' the voice reprimanded, 'Feel free to squeeze it. I promise it won't break.'

I bit my lower lip in apprehension, my fingers tightening inch by inch until an incredible pressure caused my hips to buck upwards violently. A startled cry tore from my throat, and I almost yanked my hand away as if it had been scalded. Saying I was shocked would have been a terrible understatement.

'See?'

My head bobs unwillingly, and I repeat the action time and time again, almost rhythmically. The muscles in my thighs quiver with barely suppressed energy, and I place my free hand on one to cease its movement. The feelings this gesture invoked had the strangest of noises falling past my slightly parted lips, and I thought that this movement alone was the epitome of bliss.

I stood corrected however, when that voice began to coach me onto the next stage, my eyes widening somewhat at 'its' next suggestion.

Now that I had my member in a firm grip, I began to slowly slide my hand up, until I'd almost released it before sliding it back down at the same steady pace. My cheeks flushed, and my mouth became slack as pleasure radiated from my heated flesh. Of course this had only made it even more painful- But as the voice had told me only a moment ago, it would all soon fade into nothingness.

I increased the pace, bandaged palm gliding swiftly up and down my aching hardness, the friction steady and the sensations nigh on overwhelming. My breathing became laboured, punctuated every now and then with a grunt or moan of intense ecstasy as I felt the sudden coil of heat deep within my belly.

'Not much further to go, Hiei-kun,' it teased, and my eyes which had only been slightly open before, finally slid shut.

I fell onto my back, my legs having become inert, and I found that in this position, the pleasure was only further heightened. My hips thrust upwards unsteadily to meet my swiftly descending hand, the sound of flesh on cloth the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. My free hand clawed at the inner flesh of my right thigh, and I hissed at the pain that quickly intermingled with the utter delight in my loins.

'Almost…'

My body stiffened in anticipation, my back arching at an almost painful angle as I waited for a breathless second. Then time seemed to speed up and a howl of completion burst from my lips, my head tipping back so far that I was positive I would snap my neck. My member shuddered in my hand, and released regularly timed spurts of semen, coating the lower portion of my stomach as well as the grass beneath me.

It took awhile for my body to completely relax; I rolled onto my side and curled myself into a shivering ball of sweat and exposed flesh. My breath continued to come out in irregular pants, and I slowly disengaged my hand from the now softened organ between my legs.

'That wasn't so bad now, was it?' the voice questioned, and I shook my head numbly, still unable to gather my wits. I knew who that voice belonged to- But I'd never realised I'd harboured such knowledge. 'Hn. So you finally caught on then?'

I grunted dismissively, and once I regained feeling in my limbs, I pulled my pants back on and fastened them at the waist. With a shaky sigh, I sat up and rested my back against the tree, my head in my hands.

'Twenty-three hours and forty-five minutes to go.'

"Hn."

This was going to be a long night.

-Third Person POV; Yusuke and Kuwabara-

"I can't believe the Shrimp dumped her on us!"

Yusuke twitched and glanced at his friend. "Yeah, well…Y'know this time of year is Hell for him and he'd have asked Kurama if he wasn't in the same boat."

Kuwabara subsided with a disgruntled sigh against the trunk of the old oak outside Lydia's bedroom window, his brown eyes taking on a contemplative glint.

"It's never affected him too much in the past…" he began doubtfully.

"Do you even need to think about his reasoning?" The brunette shot back, folding his arms behind his head.

At Kuwabara's slightly confused look, he inclined his head at the sleeping female.

"Oh…!"

Yusuke rolled his eyes, and glanced up at the sky.

Kuwabara fell silent again, and folded his arms across his chest, his brow creasing thoughtfully. He'd had a nagging feeling ever since Hiei had dropped by earlier in the evening about taking his shift for Guard Duty. The carrot-top couldn't pinpoint it, but something definitely wasn't right…But what was it?

'I've been getting chills almost constantly since we've arrived, but nothing seems to be wrong with Lydia,' he mused, his eyes closing to help further his path of thought; 'Nothing's likely to happen tonight, is it? True, this would be the most convenient time to get her when Hiei ain't here…'

"Yo, Urameshi…" the taller boy began.

A glint of steel out the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he opened his mouth in a silent yell as it descended at an unholy speed.

"Kuwabara watch it!"

Something dull caught him on the side of his head, and he threw his arms up to protect himself. Another sharp blow sent him plummeting from the branch, his body hitting the grassy verge with a dull thud. The sensation of something warm and wet trickling from the source of his pain, and the panicked yells from his companion was the last thing he knew before he fell into oblivion.

Spirit: ...Well, that's my first try at a sexual scene...Don't ask where it came from, it just...Appeared on my screen. But just to let you all know...That is the only sexual scene in this story, there will be no more!

Also, I am drawing to the end of this story- I think there'll be...About four chapters including the epilogue. But don't worry! There will be a sequel!

Next chapter we'll see exactly what happened at the end of this one with Yusuke and Kuwabara, and Lydia's kidnapping.

Thanks to all those who reviewed my last chapter! I appreciate all those lovely things you wrote...But Baldric the Demon Sloth from the last chapter was awesome. Do not hate on the obviously Homo-Sloth Man. D

Constructive criticism is welcome, and complimentary reviews are appreciated!