Nanashi felt so nervous, a thrilling kind of nervous, being with Hiei behind King Hayate's back. The two men were fast friends, but she feared if Hiei was caught with her, he would be sent away just the same as Jin was.

Hiei would come to her room secretly at night, a few times waking her up. Sometimes he would be hasty, sometimes he would tease her until she thought to shove him off due frustration. He always thorough and intense. Just the thought of him made her grow hot all over again. Yet he would never truly sleep with her, even when she would beg him.

She lay next him, feeling overly spent by him. Her center hurt so good. He lay on his back with her resting her head on his shoulder. He had her mouth twice already, as was his custom. Nervously, she reached her hand down his cock, rubbing it as he liked. His face flinched, betraying that he was still awake. She kept rubbing him though, as he did not stay her hand. She even caught him smirking, showing he was enjoying himself.

Tiredly, she pulled herself up to a sitting position, hand still on him. She slipped herself over his legs, straddling him. He still kept his eyes closed, his breathing growing deeper and noisier. It was the chance she wanted to take.

When she went to slip him inside of her, he reacted faster than she expected. He had her pinned down on her back beneath him, one hand resting but not pressing against her neck.

"I told you no," he hissed down at her, intentionally scaring her this time. She quivered beneath him, not sure how to reply. "Are you so hot yet," he took his hand off her neck and slid it down to her center, cupping it. She shook her head, not wanting him all of a sudden.

He rolled off of her, leaving her bed and going over to her small table where a jug of water and a glass sat untouched. He poured himself a glass of water, and drained it wordlessly.

She sat up on the bed, watching him carefully, feeling ready to reach for the wind serpent if she needed it. "I'm sorry," she whispered, doubting he heard her.

He turned back to her, giving her a harsh stare. He sat the glass down on the table, stepping cautiously back over to her to the bed. "You try that again, and we're done," he warned her.

She nodded apprehensively. She shifted her gaze down to her hands. "We're done soon anyway..." she mumbled. She could sense him staring hard at her. "My uncle is almost here. When he gets here, Jiro will ask him if he can marry me...still," she added as an afterthought. He wanted the angel part of her, for certain.

"You're not married yet," he observed in a softer tone. "The night before we'll stop," he said. He climbed back into the bed with her, but stiffer than usual as he slipped under the covers.

"You're staying the night?" she asked, not sure why when he usually did not. "Will you wake me when you leave?" she asked demurely.

"So long as you don't try anything stupid again," he warned.

He stayed with her, although she slept at a distance from him. He woke her when he left, with a discreet kiss that woke her up for only a few moments.

He came to her again the next night, looking at her with a colder look, a bolder look within his eyes when he woke her up. She looked up at him, feeling a mix of arousal and nerves bubbling up in her stomach. He had her undressed so fast, that the chill of the room was upon faster than the heat of his own body could be.

He took off his sword and sat it down on the bed next to her. Wordlessly, he placed her on back, covering her with firm caresses and kisses. That made her warm up faster, making her pant. He sat himself up on the bed, pulling one of his two white belts off of his pants. He gave it a snap, testing its strength. She flinched at the sound of it.

He saw her flinched. He smirked at her curiously. "Just what do you think I plan to do?" he asked, before hitting himself gently on the arm with it. "Hit you with it?" He snapped it once more together.

"Don't," she breathed, sitting up.

He chuckled under his breath, sliding up the bed to be right next to her. "Wasn't planning on it. Besides, I don't like leaving marks. Nor are you mine to mark anyway."

She knew better with him now to not remark the thought in her head that she could be his if he wanted her. "What are you planning to do?" she asked him.

His mouth came up to her ear, "a compromise," he told her. He brought his hand down to trail her torso. "You want something bigger than my fingers inside of you, and I want you to keep your hands to yourself tonight. If I tie you down, it could work."

She felt her face go flush with the notion. She nodded nervously, hoping he was about to give into her tonight. She lay down, letting him take her hands and bind them by the wrists with his belt to the bars between her bed stand. His hands roamed over her body, again and again, turning her on and warming her up against the cool air of the room. He pushed her legs apart, slipping two fingers inside of her, but to pleasure her as she thought. Rather to stretch her out in an odd way. He smirked up at her teasingly as he slid his fingers out. Yet then he lifted his sheathed sword up, placing it facing hilt first between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked, legs pulling back from him just a bit.

"Compromise," he said slyly. "It's not as big as I am, but it might sate you more than my hand does."

She nodded nervously, gasping as he slid the hilt three fourths of its length inside of her. It hurt, more than she was expecting it to.

"Relax around it," he advised her, running barely there fingers along her sides. He made her shiver, but also made her relax a bit.

He brought his mouth down to the top of her mound, lapping his tongue along her clit. She whimpered, feeling herself tighten around the sword hilt, making what he was doing more intense. Her legs twitched, and her voice cried out. She pulled on her bonds, wanting to cover her mouth, but found herself unable to do so. She bit her lip, trying not to let her voice carry.

He hummed against her, making her pant and squirm. He knew that made her come fast, damn him. She fought not to cry out still. He pushed the hilt further inside of her, twisting it around. She gave in, letting herself moan as she came.

He pulled the hilt out from her, wiping it off carelessly on her bed sheets. He swung out off of the bed and set his sword carefully to rest against her nightstand carefully.

He turned back to her on bed, leaning down over her. "You enjoy that?" he asked. She nodded, making his eyes dance with amusement. He straddled her chest, pulling the other belt off. He undid his pants, pulling himself out before her. His hand moved fast over himself. His other hand came to her mouth, rubbing his thumb over her lips. "Watch tonight, and open your mouth when I say."

She watched him, confused as his hand pumped fast and furiously. Usually he would take her mouth or breasts, rarely using his own hand and never so much. She wondered if it was because of what she tried to do last night.

He was close, she could tell. "Open," he commanded. She did so, letting him slip into her mouth and finish there.

After that, he panted over her, untying her wrists. He checked them over, rubbing them gently. "A little red, but won't leave a mark," he commented aloud. "Even though you were pulling on them quite a bit." He smirked down at her. "Better?" he asked quizzically.

She hummed and nodded, even though she disagreed.