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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
!Warning!: This chapter contains sexual content especially not suited for anyone immature.
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Icha Icha
by McGrady
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Revelations
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In the large, lofty bed, Hiei pulled Botan in tight and rolled on top. "There's plenty good that can come out of us mating," he assured her, laying butterfly kisses down her neck and smoothing his warm, warm body on hers, their stomachs flush against each other.
Darkness, but there was no need for light in the large bed.
Botan suppressed a moan. This isn't right, she told herself. This isn't right!
"Hiei," she began, only to be interrupted once more by his lips on her own. Such soft, tender lips, so tender…
No, she told herself. This can't go on! She fought the warm body laying on her (so warm!), fought the tender lips (so tender!), fought the ambivalence in her mind – she knew this was not to be, but her body seemed to actually fight against her. Her body wanted not to fight.
Her traitorous body ground her hips upward, into his hips, quick and deep. A deep masculine whimper danced in her ears, coaxing the hips to repeat, quick and deep. Another whimper, more coaxing, and a vicious carnal cycle formed. Hips ground, pressed, rolled against hips. His whimpers quenched and refueled a carnal need in her.
No, she told herself. This can't go on!
Her hips bucked upwards again against his, this time not playfully, but aggressively and demanding. She drove her wetness roughly against his hardness.
No! This can't go on!
Hiei whimpered once more before showing his teeth. "I can't handle it!" he shouted, his teeth headed to the junction between her neck and her shoulder.
No!
White teeth poured red blood.
This isn't right!
"Till death do us part," he whispered coyly in her ear.
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Koenma sat at his large desk, signing papers he did not read and efficiently sliding each paper from the "in" pile to the "out" pile.
"What's this?" questioned Koenma under his breath. His hand reached out to the "in" pile to grasp another bill, but only scraped bare wood. Looking to his other hand, Koenma saw that he had just finished the last paper of the day.
Koenma blinked – (Last paper of the day? he thought) – and smiled.
Last paper of the day!
In a childish stupor, Koenma leapt out of this chair and gave a hearty shout of victory. He was done, he was done!
A female voice over the intercom cut into his celebration. "Koenma, you have a call on line one. Hiei Jaganshi, from the Central Valleys of Reikai."
Koenma did not hear that it was Hiei who called, he only knew to pick up the phone. Still mentally dancing, he plucked his phone receiver and sang, "This is Koenma!"
"Toddler, I have a problem," said the man on the other line. "Look up my profile."
His gruff voice was a rock slung through the beautiful stained glass that was Koenma's ephemeral happiness. "Hiei?"
"Hn. Get my profile."
"Ah–!" Koenma stuttered. "Hiei, who do you think you are!"
"My profile, toddler…"
"Answer my question!"
"Are you aware only fools answer rhetorical questions?"
Koenma didn't miss a beat. "Of course, I do!"
A menacing laugh from the phone receiver. The godling suddenly realized the error he made and felt his pride slipped away. Damn Hiei! The fire demon is more aggravated than usual, mused Koenma as he reached into his lower drawer containing the very scrupulous profiles of the Reikai Tantei. He pulled out the thickest manila folder.
"Okay, Hiei, what is it you are looking for?"
Koenma narrowed his eyes as he heard the sound of a man whetting a sword.
"I want a name to the next person I will kill next."
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Botan stared into the darkness stoically. She discerned neither his tongue lapping at her shoulder, nor his hips rubbing against hers with want. "Till death do us part," he had said. The words echoed in her mind.
He sensed that she was no longer with him, and reluctantly stopped his ministrations. "Botan," he said. Oh, it felt so good to hear him say her name! "Botan, are you okay?"
Till death do us part…
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"You want to kill someone!" shrieked Koenma. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
"This person has something of mine – stole something of mine – which I needed."
"What would that be?"
A pause.
Koenma, no longer nervous, glanced at the receiver questioningly before placing it by his ear again. "Hiei? You there?"
"…Hn."
"What is it that was stolen?"
"Koenma, maybe that's not important…""
The godling's eyes widened, then narrowed. His mouth twisted into a smirk. Koenma prepared himself to turn the tables on his favorite cynical fire demon. "Oh, Hiei, you don't understand. I have the profile, not you. If you don't answer me–"
"My virginity was stolen, okay!"
Koenma's jaw dropped. From the receiver, he heard Hiei muttering expletives. "Hiei, why does this concern me?"
"It doesn't. I just need to know who it is."
"Why don't you already know who it was?"
"That's exactly what I want to know. Apparently, the thief also marked me."
"What? You have a mate, Hiei?"
"I have claimed nobody. I was, however, claimed by someone else. This person marked me and presumably also stole my virginity somehow, and I have no clue pointing me to an identity. I was hoping that your profile would have a list of all sexual partners I had."
Koenma rolled his eyes as he flipped through the many files in the folder. "Listen, Hiei. Sure, these profiles are very detailed, but why would we document something like that? How would we even find out who you've slept with…"
As Koenma's voice faded, his eyes found the subtitle, Sexual Partners of Hiei Jaganshi.
"WHAT!"
"Toddler?" On the other side of the line, Hiei tapped the phone receiver. "Toddler, did you find anything?"
Koenma's eyes were wide, his face pale, his jaw slack. Below the subtitle was a single name, a name with which Koenma was very familiar.
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He rolled off her body, pulling the heavy covers higher to cover their bare skin.
"I hope I didn't do anything wrong," he said softly, with a hint of regret.
She blinked and turned her head to look at him.
He turned his head to return her stare.
Neither of them broke eye contact until he closed his crimson eyes and turned away.
"Ahh, Hiei," she pleaded. She slid her hand through the covers and found his softening member. Her fingers wrapped themselves snuggly around his shaft.
"Please, Botan." He still was turned away. "Maybe this isn't right."
No, agreed her mind. This isn't right!
"No." She used her other hand to grasp his chin and turn his gaze into hers. The first hand still grasped his member. "This is right."
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Hiei's profile was the thickest of all the profiles Koenma kept in his drawer, thicker than even Kurama's, even though Kurama had been living hundreds of years longer than Hiei. Through all the muck and filth in Hiei's profile, this page was the last page that Koenma would have wanted to see.
That name. That sole name under that deplorable subtitle.
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In her hand, she felt his member harden and lengthen. She gave it a few slow pumps, her thumb circling like a feather around its head. Instantly, she was rewarded when the member expanded to the point of twitching and throbbing.
He smiled as she pulled him on top of her and pushed his mouth onto hers. Their tongues danced. Her hands fluttered down his sides to his waist, slid to the small of his back, and slyly walked down south in perfect symmetry.
She would never get enough of his whimpers.
Her hands smoothed themselves against his taut backside. Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off…
One of his hands crept between their chests and grabbed at one of her breasts, the thumb circling around the pink bud.
Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off…
His other hand went down to keep her other breast company. With the rhythm of her hands on his rear, his hands massaged her firm breasts. Knead, knead, knead, knead…
Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off…
Their lips parted momentarily. Cold, fresh breath tickled her nose.
Suddenly, she sneezed, squeezing his butt. A moan, and he gave her round breasts an involuntarily tweaks, pressing the pink buds. An approving shout, and she ground her hips hard up against his.
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That name had to be a mistake, a misprint. There's no possible explanation as to why that name lay under that subtitle.
"Toddler? Did you find anything?"
Had Koenma paid attention to the receiver still by his ear, he would have noticed Hiei's patience continue to ebb.
"Toddler! TODDLER!"
Koenma suddenly snapped out of his trance. He shook his head, disbelieving. This couldn't be right…
"I'm sorry, Hiei. I didn't find anything in your profile that can help you."
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His tight rear end felt marvelous underneath her hands. As his pelvis ground against hers in consistent circles, her palms and fingertips felt every muscle and sinew ripple. His luscious, round, hard rear…
Suddenly, in the distance, a phone rang.
Ring, ring… ring, ring…
Ring, ring!
Botan awoke with a start. The phone still ringing, she noticed that in her sleep, she had removed all her clothes, undid her hair, massaged her right breast with one hand, and inserted two fingers into the sticky folds between her thighs with the other hand.
Although she was in her Reikai suite by herself, she still blushed. She removed her hands from her body, wiped them on her bed sheets as if her hands were a disease, and snatched the phone receiver.
"Hello?"
"Botan, this is Koenma."
Botan's face was one of awkwardness. She felt strange speaking to her boss over the phone while naked and aroused. Quickly wrapping herself with her sheets, she said, "Oh hello, Koenma. Aren't you supposed to be doing your paperwork?"
"I finished it already!"
"Really? It's still morning… I didn't even wake up yet!"
"I'm happy about it," said Koenma, and his voice unexpectedly turned grave, "but I'm calling you concerning a pressing matter. An unpleasant revelation. It has to do with Hiei."
Botan dropped the phone receiver. Quickly, she snatched it back to her ear. With poorly veiled urgency, she groaned, "Yes… continue."
Koenma sighed, as if disappointed. "Botan, Hiei will be calling you shortly. He needs to discuss with you his virginity. Or rather, his lack of virginity."
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