Chapter Ten: The Dream and the Heat.
It had been four months since the gang had found Tamara. Hiei never told her secret, and they learned to actually get along. The two had much in common, to Hiei's surprise, but Tamara really was more introverted than he was. She liked alone time more as well, and over time, her answers to some questions would become shorter and shorter. She was growing distant.
Hiei didn't like that one bit.
She had her apartment above the Black Dragon Bar & Grill, and Hiei found himself spying on her more. She had to understand why. She transformed into a monster every Wednesday night and took another victim, giving its bones to demons that wished to court her demon form. But worse than that, they were supposed to be…
No! Hiei pulled himself out of his dreaming thoughts. He was in the usual dock building, as it was raining too hard to sleep in the trees a block from Tamara's apartment. He was resting in the shadows. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Two A.M. Tamara was asleep by now, off work and out like a light. He closed his eyes and went back into his dreams quickly, sleeping deeper than before.
His Jagan Eye opened an hour or so later. As hiei had once said, it sometimes had a mind of its own. And it chose to play while Hiei was sleeping, sometimes. Just to spy on the human girl.
The Jagan could easily manipulate dreams, even its own master's. Tonight, it targeted Tamara's exhausted mind. It was high time that she understood what was really on the fire demon's mind…
Tamara was snoring so loud that it almost drowned out the music of the bar beneath her. She'd had a very busy night, and she and the gang were all having lunch at Kuwabara's tomorrow. She had to be up early enough to get ready and make it uptown in time.
She'd gained twenty pounds since she'd come to the real world. Now that she was satisfied, she was maintaining a healthier diet. She didn't want to be a fatass when she went back home.
Home. Was South Ashfield really her home?
She just hadn't realized how curvy she really was. She had a big butt, hips and thighs, too. Her breasts had gone up a cup size as well. She just wanted to know where such a body could have ever been lost.
Then she remembered Silent Hill was the place to lose everything.
Her loud snoring stopped. She focused in on her own dream, letting herself fall even deeper into it.
Fire surrounded them. Fire from the depths of hell.
It didn't matter to him, though. As long as he got what he wanted.
She lay in the flames beneath him, sweating. It was amazing how the heat was too much for her, and she was burning up, but to him her skin felt so cool compared to his. He couldn't help but explore her with his hands, despite her whimpers of protest.
That was alright, too. The Dragon held her down, spread before him, dark caramel skin shining in contrast to the black flames surrounding them.
Every time he touched her, she would grown in what seemed like so much pain it was pleasurable. He sent a heat coursing through her veins she couldn't take, and she felt as though she was burned by his hands.
In a way, she was. There were red marks on her where he had gripped parts of her body a little too tight. They burned.
He grinned at the thought of using his mouth on her. And she thought that his hands were hot.
It only took the touch of his tongue against the inside of her wrist to make her scream.
The heat was too much. That pain had turned into hot, primal pleasure and shot down into he groin.
She heard him laugh, and could only whimper in response. He'd loved her reaction. It had been more than beautiful, watching her squirm away beneath him.
He began his course with his mouth, nipping, kissing, and licking his way down her arm and to her shoulder, feeling her muscles contract against the heat. It was just too intense for her to handle, despite whatever she'd experienced before.
"No other, demon or human, is allowed to bring you such pleasure," he growled against her ear. "And don't dare say you don't like it. Your body's keeping no secrets."
Even his breath was hot, burning the flesh of her ear. The demonic fire on her hands and back wasn't helping, either.
"Let me…" she groaned, "…let me touch you."
He easily complied, commanding the Dragon to release her, but it wasn't for long. He shivered at her cool touch against the muscles in his arms and back, how her fingers traced the tattoo on his arm gently.
His back wasn't sweating but she flinched at how hot it felt. It was like he was on fire. And even though her body temperature was so high from being so close, it was nothing compared to his.
The Dragon restrained her again, letting the demon ravish her feverish body with his mouth. She cringed away; even the moisture on her legs felt like scalding water. She looked down to see his crimson eyes, staring up to make eye contact as his flaming tongue made circles around her navel, before he-
"Hiei!" she shouted, eyes snapping open. She was sweating, her right hand in her sleeping shorts and the other tangled into the sheet beneath her. There was more than just sweat on her thighs and in the bed.
What the hell was that? she thought. She'd never had a dream so vivid before.
Looking at the alarm clock on her bedside table, she saw that it was five A.M. Still plenty of time for real sleep, if she could get any.
She undressed in her bed, throwing her clothes onto the floor. It was too hot in there for her, so hot that she could barely breathe.
"Say my name," he hissed.
She was shivering beneath him, despite the high temperature in the flames. Her skin was taking on a red tint in the places he'd touched her, hot trails from where his mouth had been. She had a few crimson spots from where she'd bled from his canines in her skin.
She hissed in a breath between clenched teeth as he put a hand on her stomach.
"Say it," he told her. "I have to hear it."
She laughed weakly, and he raised an eyebrow. "Make me," she said quietly. It was an exhausted whisper.
He smirked. There was only one way to make her. At least, only one way that he knew of.
The whole time, he'd paid little attention to her sex, feeling as though she would faint from the pleasure. But if he had to make her say his name, he'd do whatever it took.
It wasn't hard to find the center of her pleasure, that tiny bundle of nerves just under the skin. The heat from his thumb alone made her cry out. And his smirk only grew as he continued his ministrations.
His eyes dilated slightly as he finally felt it. Her nectar was almost as hot as he was. He licked his lips, which were slightly dry. He wanted to taste it. And oh, he was going to.
"H-Hi-Hiei!" she cried, attempting to wriggle away from him. He wasn't satisfied, not yet. He took her by the back of her knees, spreading them apart and pushing her knees toward her. Just one taste, and he'd be satisfied.
Just one taste, and his life could be complete…
Hiei jolted upright, pants tight and skin shining with sweat. What had made him think that? About her?
His Jagan eye was open, he realized, his headband burned away. No. The third eye had shared the dream with her. Shared!
He looked outside; it was now daylight. He searched his pockets for a new headband as he left the building. He had to go shower at Kurama's. He put the thoughts of this dream behind him for now. Wouldn't do him much good if he would have to face her later.
