Nanashi stared down at her phone at the dining room table, surprised at how easy it was to convince her aunt to let her stay overnight 'at her friend's house' without asking her any questions about who she was with or what she was going to do. If she tried with her parents before they passed away, there would be so many questions that she would have just caved and cancel. Not like she knew anyone who would invite to something she would cancel on anyway.

"Did your aunt approve for you stay the night?" Kurama asked from the kitchen where he was making dinner. A thundercrack from the fierce storm raging outside chased after his words.

"Yeah," she said, looking up from her phone. "So easily," she answered, surprised. She heard the wind howl behind her. She wondered why her aunt did not ask after her during it.

"Hhhmm?" he hummed.

"No questions, no cross checks, no demands for phone numbers and time hacks, and such," she mumbled.

"Different parenting styles," he mused. He left the conversation open for her to talk more or not. She liked that about him.

She shook her head and shrugged. "Can I help you with anything?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"In here, no," he answered. "What's the safe word again?" he quizzed.

She answered, "blue roses. I don't see the point of one tonight," she added softly. "I'm not going to use it."

"Needs to be something you would never say in that context," he explained. He put down a plate of food in front of her. "If he doesn't listen after that?"

"Threaten him," she recited.

"And still doesn't?" he continued.

"Bring up the wind serpent to attack him. Will make him pause long enough to stop at the very least," she recited. He sat a plate down before him, pulling up his chair. "We'll be fine. It's you."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he answered. She shook her head, hoping he would clue in that he could be a better person that he used to be without the remorse over it. "You know what he's done, what I've done. Even to people I've cared about. I had one underling who I had trained up, cared about like a brother even. He crossed me by being so careless. I set a trap for him, blinding him. At the time I thought he deserved it..."

"Are you going to blind me?" she asked when he lapsed into silence while they ate. She noticed he ate slower than he normally did.

"Certainly not," he answered, almost sounding offended.

"Are you going to do that to anyone else?" she quizzed.

"Never again," he answered, shaking his head slowly.

"Then... don't worry about it," she said. She turned to her dinner, eating more of it.

"Don't..." he started again. "Don't let him bite you or scratch you too hard or anything else like that."

"How do you mean?" she asked, thinking how much of a turn off biting was in general.

"He's not to make you bleed," he sighed.

"I won't allow it," she promised determinedly. Biting was a bit of a turn off.

Conversation swayed after that, him guiding it about school and different topics they were studying. Felt a bit too much like study time to her. After dinner, she cleaned up, asking only a few times where certain things belonged.

In the evening, she debated showering beforehand, but figured he would want her to wait with him like time. He was watching the news on the television. The storm raging in the area came with warnings to stay inside due to flash flood advisories, plus power outages.

"You scared of storms?" he asked her.

She had finished cleaning up, coming to join him on the couch. "Not really," she answered. "I don't like getting wet though. My hair holds onto it forever," she explained, bringing her hair into view. He smirked down at her. "What?" she asked.

He raised his eyebrows up at her, intrigued. He bent down, kissing him sweetly. He reached over, pulling her hair clip from her hair and slipping it into his pocket. He reached over to the remote, turning off the television. "Give me five minutes and then come to my room, kit," he requested. He cupped her jaw, angling her face up to his. "Safe word?" he asked anew, looking her in the eyes.

"Blue roses," she replied. "Five minutes?"

He nodded, stepping away from her, down the hall. She watched him go, feeling suddenly nervous, like ice water was shooting through her veins. She rose up and went to the window, looking out at the storm. It was really coming down. Lightning cracked in front of the window followed by a peel of thunder. She did not feel afraid, but was not a fan of it either. She pulled out her phone, texting her aunt to see if she was okay, unsure if the message would be read or replied to anytime soon. She put her phone in pocket, going down the hall to Kurama's room.

She opened the door, slipping into the room. She closed the door behind her before turning around to look for Youko around the room. He was hard to miss, sitting legs splayed wide in the desk chair facing the door, looking intrigued and slightly bored. She leaned her back against the door, listening to it click shut. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes narrowed.

"Never thought I would succumb to hucking," he broke the silence. She looked him, lips slightly parted, not sure how to respond. "Well, of course being stuck in such a mundane world, growing up all over again." He rolled his eyes. "Ugh, that was awful. Childhood." He shook his head. "One day king among thieves, and then," he snapped his fingers, "a child plopped down with other children crowing over being separated by their mothers on the first day of school." He clicked his teeth in distaste of the memory. "At least Mother made everything endurable." He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Were you ever like one of those whiny children? Or worse, one of those incessant teen girls chasing after Suichi from the time he entered junior high?"

She blinked, shrugging. "I don't... I don't remember..." She brought her fist to her mouth, thinking hard. "I think when I first started school, but... I don't think I ever chased anyone..."

He studied her. "Humans. Such weak memories. You chased me, at least a little bit," he said, cocking his head. "You used to be so shy, so scared of everyone and everything. Clinging to my arm a few times as I recall, but maybe just out of fear. Looking so disappointed when I tried to set you up with Kaito. Or rejecting you twice over when you kissed me." He looked at her amused. "But then you almost died, I almost died, sigh," he shrugged. "I gave in," he said, hands raised up nonchalantly. "You being experienced made it all the more tempting."

"What...?" she said, unsure how to respond to all his talking.

He leaned forward, standing up. He was so tall it was almost intimidating. He himself was intimidating. He stood over her, resting his forearm above her head. "Not scared yet?" he asked. She shook her head, not trusting her voice. "I am not supposed to toy with you too much tonight, but a little bit would not hurt. It temps me to push you until you say that safe word- what was it?"

"Blue roses," she breathed.

He smirked down at her, looking very intrigued. "Blue roses," he laughed, shaking his head. "Suichi would be so upset if I did. He was livid about how I denied you again and again last time." He cocked his head, looking down at her. "Maybe I should do the opposite tonight..." He grabbed her unexpectedly, maneuvering so he was leaning against the door behind her, holding her against her, back to chest. She heard a peel of thunder clap outside the window. "You afraid of the storm? Some humans find them so terrifying." he asked her, cupping her jaw with his left hand and tilting her head up to look at him. A thunderclap echoed from outside, as if emphasizing his point.

She looked up at him, shaking her head. "No," she answered.

"Are afraid of me?" he asked.

She bit her lip. "No," she said hesitantly. He looked down at her, giving her an impatient look. "A little bit..." she admitted.

He smirked down at her, looking excited. "Blue roses?" he asked, teasing her. His left hand let her jaw go. His left arm then snaked around her waist, pinning her against him. "Tonight I won't deny you, like I did last time. Tonight, you'll feel it, all of it." His right hand came to the top of her pants, undoing them with nimble fingers. He rubbed a finger against her with unexpected haste. She moaned, one hand to his right forearm.

"You're hardly wet yet," he said disappointedly. "Not to worry, I will take care of that. Just to show you I don't need anything beyond one finger to please a young human woman like you."

She gasped, wincing at how fast and sudden he was touching her.

"Should I stop?" he purred in her ear.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head rapidly. She could and she would handle anything he did tonight.

"Stubborn little thing. Stubborn yet biddable. How far can you be pushed though, hmm?" he hummed. He rubbed his finger harder. "You are getting wetter." He nuzzled her neck affectionately.

She hummed, leaning her head to rest on him. She blinked up at him, seeing how almost aggressive he looked right now.

"That's it..." he narrated. "You are close now. Should I count?" he teased.

She hummed, unsure if she should let him or not.

"Ten," he breathed.

She groaned, closing her eyes.

"Nine," he counted. "I don't know if you can do it, though. Failed me twice. Eight."

She twisted in his grip, moaning.

"Seven," he hummed, almost sounding bored. "Just say the safe word and I will stop. Six."

"Never," she wheezed out.

"Five, four," he said in a rush. "Three, two."

She gasped, annoyed that he would count suddenly faster. He rub harder against her, bringing her to the edge and keeping her there.

"Going to be good for me now?" he asked, licking her neck and then blowing on her neck. He made her shiver.

She trembled, wanting him so badly to finish the count. She squirmed, moving her legs together. He went rougher with his finger. "Please," she pleaded, annoyed she gave in to him. She was so close.

"What was that?" he purred. She wanted to hit him, squirming at his hold. "One," he said in rush, nipping her ear in an expected move.

She moaned, coming from him just like that, half hating it, but really enjoying it nonetheless.

"That's it, kit, that's it," he hummed. Unexpectedly he pulled arms away from her and shoved her forward. She sank to her hands and knees, half dizzy from his touch. "Now that's an image I can literally get behind," he mused above her. "But not how I planned it tonight. She panted, looking back up at him. She felt a set of vines wrap around her wrists, keeping her on the ground. "I plan to take you mouth first though. Then your ass. Then your pussy. Assuming you want any of that?" She watched him step around her and sit back in the desk chair which had been forgotten about in the middle of the room. "How likely are you to allow that?"

She looked up at him and then down at the vines are her wrists. She nodded then winced. The vines around her wrists tugged her over before him, making her kneel before him.

"Hmm, I do like the sight of you on your knees before him," he commented. His hand came around the vine below her wrists, yanking her upright to stand before him. "I have a question first, but I'm not supposed to ask," he purred, pulling on the vine to bring her to sit down on his lap, tied wrists guided to wrap around his head and neck. He guided her legs to the outside of his. Then he spread his leg out, allowing her to feel quite directly how aroused he already was. He thrusted up, making her wince. "Not my question, but you want it?" he teased. He nuzzled her neck, biting her unexpectedly.

She flinched away. "Don't bite me," she ordered, "ever." He looked a little disappointed, but straightened up.

"Is that your order or Suichi's? He access my memories far too much, mainly for how to please you, but I hardly ever get a glimpse of how much you have like my different tricks," he complained. "If he does not make you writhe, he is not being a very good lover."

She looked down him, frowning at his words. "He- you- mmm, Kurama does fine..." she defended. "As if that's all that matters." She straightened up, pulling on his neck due to her bound wrists. His head followed her. "What's your question?" she asked flatly.

"I'm not supposed to ask it," he looked so smug when he said it.

She huffed. He gave her a bold look, grinding his hips against hers unexpectedly. She hummed under her breath, annoyed with him, but feeling turned on by him.

He kept going, bringing his mouth to her ear, asking as he moved, "who did you prefer last time? Hiei or myself?"

He moved his face back in line with hers, making it possible for them to lock eyes after he asked the question. She opened her mouth, slack jawed, trying to come up with an answer. He looked so eager to hear an answer he liked. "I... you," she said with with a laugh that rang fake.

"You are a liar," he scoffed, twitching his lips and his head. "He broke the rules just to please you," he added with a low tone.

She bent her head down, resting her forehead on his. "You warmed me up for him. Do you think he would have managed otherwise?" She disliked talking down about Hiei, but he had told her to tell Kurama she preferred him. Plus now Youko looked so pleased to hear what she said.

"You better not be lying to please me," he warned half heartedly. He dipped, threatening to drop her suddenly. She would have fallen off his lap had her arms not been around his neck. He ground his hips on her. His teeth tapped her neck for a second before he slipped his head from out from under her arms. He held the vine up, keeping her in his lap, but in an unbalanced, precarious way. She used her legs to wrap around his to hold herself steady. He shook his head, smirking. "Down, kit," he instructed, allowing a good length of the vine to slip through his palm. It through her off balance, causing her to even lose her grip with her legs. She plopped down before him on her ass, legs at odd angles. "While you are down there..." he preempted before bringing his hands to the hem of his pants.

She rose up, nodding on bated breath. She felt the vines tug her closer to him, moving in pace with them. He brought his cock out proudly, holding it in his hand, playing with it before her. She placed her bound hands on the edge of the desk chair, giving herself balance to take him in her mouth. He moaned at that, gnashing his teeth. She took as much of him without gagging as she could, moving her head up and down on him. His hands came to her hair, playing with it, tracing her scalp, around her ears, her neck, and her jaw line. Her jaw felt like it started to ache, so she took him out of her mouth, but teased her lips and tongue around him.

He angled his head back, arching his neck up. "That's it, kit, that's it," he panted. "You have really improved from the first time you did this. Oh," he hummed. "I'm close," he warned, gritting his teeth. She smiled to herself, not taking him into her mouth quite yet. "Kit," he half growled, half panted. She hummed against him, bringing her mouth down around him again. His hand came to the back of her neck, holding her steady as he started to thrust into her mouth. She gagged, but took it, feeling him finish so quickly and pull away. "Now I see... why..." he breathed out a laugh. He slouched in the desk chair, heading hanging over the back of it. He sighed, sounding overly pleased. He straightened up, smiling predatorily down at her. "Every way I denied you last time, I will make up for that," he swore. "Perhaps and then some..." he added.

He leaned down over her, hands coming to the collar of her shirt. He tore down the front of her shirt, making her gasp, half panicked. He reached down to her chest, doing the same with her bra. She felt his nails graze her skin, but not break the skin. He tore off the remains of her of her shirt and bra with such speed that she was unsure how to react. "What are you doing?" she asked, pulling away.

He had her shirt and bra in tatters in his hand. He threw off to the side, away from them. "You did not expect me to untie you, did you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows before raising the vine up. "I doubt you liked that old shirt anyway." Her arms went up above her head. Her hands came above her head. His free hand come to her breast, kneading it roughly. He pushed her down on her back, pursuing her and shoving her bound hands above her head. "I will need some time to recover, and you will need prepared for me to take your ass," he purred down at her. "I did deny you once on the floor on your back..." He brought his hands down to her pants without undoing the top of them and yanked them off, smarting her hips. She winced as his nails raked down her legs.

He took her panties in hand, but before he could doing anything, she kicked him just hard enough to get his attention. He stilled, lips twitching. "Don't rip those, too," she said.

"Temperamental," he griped, but at least just pulled the them off with no flare. He came around her on all fours. "Women, well, demonesses from what I have experienced, like touched in four places in particular," he preempted. "Among other places." His hand came to her breasts. "Here," he said. He ran his hands down her torso, nails making her shiver. "Here," he added, hand coming to her clit. "Here," he brought his finger half way inside of her. "Arch your lower back, kit," he instructed. She did so. He slid his finger as far as it could go. She gasped, taken by surprise. She was unsure if it was painful or enjoyable. "Right there. Keep your back arched," he told her. "I doubt you have ever been touched there before. That human you were with first never pleased you. That wind demon you wasted your time on likely did not either," he said distastefully. He pulled his hand away. She looked up at him, pouting at him for having pulled away. "Not toying with you, just pausing," he cooed down at her. "I am forbidden to displease you. Too much anyway." He snapped his fingers. A vine slid inside of her, touching where his finger had been. His hand pressed down on her lower stomach. "You can relax your back. I'm able to reach your cervix now without issue."

She whimpered at that, bringing her legs close together. It did not make the feeling any less intense. It was such a new and unexpected feeling that she was unsure if she could enjoy it or not. She closed her eyes, humming under her breath. She heard him rise to his feet, making her open her eyes and look up at him. He looked down at her intrigued. The vine around her wrists was still in his hand. He tugged it along with him as he went to the desk. She winced, feeling the tug in her shoulders and the harshness of her bare skin on the bedroom floor. The vine inside of her quickened, making her gasp and moan. She rolled to her side, drawing her legs partially up.

He rummaged inside the top desk drawer, withdrawing a bottle of lube from within it. He tossed it down to her. It landed by her side. "Like that, kit?" he asked down at her. He knelt down beside her. "Sit up," he instructed. He pulled the vine on her wrist, guiding her as she moved. She leaned against him, moaning into his chest. His hand cupped her by the back of her neck and hair. He pulled her up, bringing her hands around his neck so she had to lean against him. He brought the lube in hand. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, bracing herself for the next part. His finger teased her ass, the initial pain pulling her away from the vine's pleasure at first, but then somehow intensifying it. He kept touching her, added one then two more fingers.

She moaned against him, shivering at his touch. "Kurama," she moaned in high pitched voice.

"Youko," he corrected, nuzzling against her, sounding overly pleased. "See, I can let you enjoy something," he teased. "Now turn over." She felt him pull her arms back over his head. The vine inside of her kept moving, making her try to pull away, with no relief in sight. He pushed her, prompting her to go to her knees and elbows. "I do owe you one taking you from behind..." he recalled in a laughing tone. "But first I ought to give you a shot at another spot," he preempted.

She felt the vine inside of her move half way down. She moaned, feeling a new wave of intensity moving inside of her. She felt him come up behind her, slipping inside of her ass. She clawed at the floor beneath her, wishing he would start slower than he was going initially. His pace was too fast, too deep to start.

"Slow... er," she found her voice, managing it somehow.

"If I don't can I get you to say the words...?" he responded unexpectedly. He ran his hand down the length of her lower back, making her relax under his touch. It took him a second to slow down. She compared him silently to his human self, who would have sensed that right away without her needing to say anything. The vine seemed to distract her, making her finish with a whine that wore her out.

Her legs shook, like they wanted to collapse beneath her. That he noticed. "Stay up, kit," he said, scooping her upper body up.

He pulled her up, back to chest, left arm wrapped around her torso. He slipped his legs between hers, leaning her back against him. His right hand grazed between her thighs. He moaned against her neck, words incomprehensible, but sounding like he was swearing.

After that, he slipped out of her and let her fall down to the ground unexpectedly. She gasped in surprise, curling up on her side tiredly. The vine inside was still moving, making her tense up. She heard him moving, going into the bathroom. She closed her eyes, twisting her wrists to see if she could get the vine there loose. The effort seemed too difficult, so she laid down and gave up.

"Exhausted already?" a voice startled her, waking her up. "Do I need to give you something again to give you your second wind?"

She felt that the vine inside of her was gone. So were the vines around her wrists. She blinked up, hoping to see his human form, but instead was disappointed. Youko knelt next to her. He scooped her up, bringing her over to bed. She lulled her head against him. He laid her down on her back, legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

She felt him kneel down before her, bringing his mouth down between her legs, teasing with mercy at her clit. She gasped, looking down at him in surprise and even the beginnings of annoyance. "Youko, please," she gnashed her teeth, nipping at her lip. She bucked her hips, trying to pull away from him. His hands held firm to her hips. Her hands snuck into his hair, tugging on it. She finished, feeling her eyes prick.

He smirked up at her, raising his eyebrows up at her. "Enjoy that?" he asked in a tone that made her nervous. He bent his head back down, licking from her entrance to the her clit over and over again. She kicked at him, trying to pull away as she was feeling too sensitive.

She breathed deeply, trying to speak. "W... wh... why... y?" she panted out.

He looked up at her, bemused. "Because when I enter you again, you will come," he ordered. He slipped two fingers inside of her. "It felt amazing when you did that, even if you misbehaved when doing it."

He stopped after that abruptly, much to her relief. He pulled his fingers out of her and rose up. She could hear him laughing under her breath. She brought her hands up to her face, drawing a deep breath, feeling exhausted. She heard him rummaging in his desk. She rolled over on her side, noticing he was putting a condom. He stepped over to her, pulling her up with him. She leaned heavily against him.

"Can you rally?" he asked feistily. "Or are you just going to give up?" he added, disappointedly. She grunted under her breath, feeling overly winded. He cupped her chin, looking up at her face. He wiped at her eyes. "Blue roses?" he asked. She grunted. She punched his chest feebly. She brought her hand down to his cock, stroking it challengingly. He growled down at her playfully.

He turned her around, guiding her to bend over the desk. He came behind her, slamming into her. She screamed hoarsely, almost hurting when she came. She closed her eyes, feeling exhausted and hoping he would stop soon. She bit her lip hard, tasting salt. Her eyes pricked. She panted beneath him, waiting him out, determined to do so. Her thighs ached from being shoved into the desk repeatedly. He slammed harder into her, at a frenzied pace. It had to be the last time of the night. She was determined to ride him out. He cried out, finishing himself finally.

He paused when he did, hands still on her hips. He pulled away, throwing the condom in the trash can by the desk. He pulled her up, making her groan, hoping he was done. He pulled her back against him, sinking down to the ground when her in his arm. She felt drowsy, nearly falling asleep then and there. He nuzzled her neck, breathing deeply himself.

"Usually what I would do next is wait for you to fall asleep and rob you, but I do not think you have anything worth stealing," he confessed.

She made no response, feeling overwhelmingly tired to the point where she wanted to shove him off and fall asleep on the floor as she was. His words irked her, much as had his pushing her towards the end. He was far too intense. She was glad they were finished for the night at least. He was never like that as a human. Her mind wander... Soft touch... sweetness... hardly teasing... aiming to please... grateful almost...

She felt shocked away from her preferred day dream to feel him cup her chin and kiss her. The kiss started out normal enough, but got rougher, with his attention turned to her lower lip and growing steadily aggressive.

She pulled away from that, yet with him following her. She brought her hand between the two of them to stay him. "Stop," she said groggily. "I can't... not more..." she almost begged.

"You..." he panted out. "You... you drew blood."

His face had a dark cloud settle over it. There was a wild look in his yellow eyes. He shoved her away, but only a second later launched himself at her.