The queen hosted a banquet, another one. This time to say good bye to the cousin, the beauty, and their son. They were going to stay in Gandara, the land they owned. Good riddance. The beauty left a bad taste in Hiei's mouth. She could have killed Nishi with her last sound arc attack. Nishi would have drowned in her own blood if it were not for her wind dragon. At least too that healer had been swift to get to her and aid her in getting the arduous process of removing the blood from her lungs.
Hiei skipped out of the banquet, disappearing right before Nishi and the twins went into the dining hall. He had already warned Nishi he would do that, but kept the twins from knowing lest his girl try the same move. He stayed a bit in Nishi's mind though, just until they were settled. The twins did not even notice his absence until after they were seated with Nishi. His girl complained when she realized what he had done, but Nishi subdued her, explaining she had to be here as the lady of Alaric. That explanation warranted her a huff, but no more complaints.
Hiei left Nishi's mind after that, settling himself on the roof of one of the towers of the castle, enjoying the cool evening air. Peaceful and quiet. He would have preferred to enjoy it with Nishi up here with him. After his fight with the elf and her fight with the beauty, his blood was up. Seeing her fight someone else like that, even though she lost, excited him. She was strong, even after all these years. And stubborn. She refused to give up on her fight, even when she clearly had lost. He closed his eyes, thinking about her.
His eyes flicked open and he looked behind him, hearing someone open the trap door in the floor behind him. His eyes narrowed as he saw the king poke his head through the trap door. It was disappointing that it was not Nishi coming up here to join him instead. He sensed she was still at the winding down banquet, trying to sneak herself and the twins away since the three of them were rather tired.
"What do you want?" Hiei asked the king, turning around to face him, arms crossed over his chest.
"I didn't see you at the banquet. Was wondering where you went to," the king answered. Hiei felt half tempted to laugh as he watched the large framed elf struggle a bit to get himself through the trap door. "Cozy up here," the king commented as he kicked the door shut. "Private, too."
"Was private," Hiei grumbled under his breath.
"Perfect for just the two of us," the king commented.
Hiei looked the king over, a hint of disgust on his face. "I'm married," he said, letting the disgust show in his voice.
"And happily so, I've noticed," the king complimented. "Some marriages wane after the years, especially with... secrets." Hiei made no response. "You know, the blood bond treaty never said you didn't have to tell your wife about our agreement. Minha knows. Takashi knows he has been betrothed, but not to whom. I think based on the size and age of her, five more years should do it."
"No," Hiei cut out, even as a pain started up in his chest. He wished he had never signed the damned thing. "I release you from the treaty," he stated, noticing the ache in his chest disappeared.
The king laughed at that. "That's not how that works, and you know that. You can't just verbally free someone from a blood bond treaty. It takes blood magic to free someone. So unless you want to go track down a dark crone like the one that once harvested you, you're welcome to try," the king suggested. "Last I heard though, the lot of them have gone extinct decades ago. Otherwise, Lord Mukuro might still be here, stealing life spans to buy herself immortality." The king sighed. "You had a daughter, an angel blooded daughter, within two years of your marriage, as you agreed. Who better for her anyway, than the crown prince? Besides, who knows, if I am unlucky and you are lucky, you might see her crowned queen next to my son one day."
"She should get to chose," Hiei grumbled. Nanashi liked to talk like, in hopes one day that when both of the twins grew up. She had brought up that she would never want either of them pushed into a marriage they did not want on her own volition. "Besides, he's far too arrogant."
"You took that choice away from her before she was even born," the king pointed out. "Back when Nanashi was discovered, had she been younger or my son older, I would have wed them instead. An angelic line would be forever blessed, or so legends goes. Your daughter is the next best thing. My son ages slow, and your daughter will age fast. They'll match well enough. Even if they did have a bit of spat today. When they are older, they'll grow out of such reckless behavior."
"Not if I kill him first," Hiei threatened.
The king shook his head dismissively. "You won't touch him. Your wife dotes on him. She's his hero. I doubt you would ever be able to look her in the eye again if you did that." He hummed. "Then again, you have yet to tell her of Hikari's betrothal. How about instead, he dies and I even remotely suspect you, then Nanashi dies not long after." A heavy silence hung around them after that. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my queen may be wondering where I've disappeared to. Yours may be feeling the same way."
Hiei watched him go, tempted to go after him and figure something, anything out to get out of that treaty. It was a stupid thing to sign. He could have denied the king and wed Nishi in secret like he actually did before the king tried to pass her off to some other elf. He regretted not thinking of that move until after signing in blood.
Hiei left the tower, not wanting to be there anymore now that the king had intruded in his privacy. He slipped into his quarters shared with his family. The twins each had their own rooms at far end of the quarters. Nishi and his on the other side. It was private, which he needed just now.
He went into their bedroom, seeing a tray of food left out for him on a coffee table in the middle of the room. Nishi laid in the guest bed, pajama clad, in the middle of it, and sprawled out on her side. Her arm stretched out to the side he slept on. Five more years. He had just five more years before she might be lost to him forever.
He ignored the food, coming over to Nishi, wanting her more in the moment. She jumped as his lips came in contacts with hers. He kissed her, shoving her down on the bed on her back. He took the lead on the kissing, slipping his tongue inside of hers. Even as she started to try to squirm away, he refused to let her go. He brought his knee between her legs, making her spread them for him. He pulled away from her, raising his head above hers. She looked up at him, panting. He brought his hand down to the side of her head, stroking her ear. Her hearing had not been difficult for the healer to restore. His hand stroked down to her chest, with him moving to make room for it. He rested his hand on her ribs, underneath her breasts. She sucked down a deep breath, raising his hand up as she inhaled. So strong. So stubborn.
"Mine," he purred down at her. He sat up over top of her stripping his upper body bare. "Only mine." She gave him an aroused look. "Forever mine."
He was off of her, stripping her down in a rush. She laid naked before him. Part of him wanted to take her slow, but the other part of him wanted her immediately. The immediate desire won out. He move off of her, just long enough to have his lower body stripped down. She watched him, panting, looking flushed. He looked her over, wanting to groan just at the sight of her. She shyly spread her legs apart before him. She raised her upper body up on one elbow. She beckoned him forward with her free hand.
He was on top of her and inside of her as fast as he could. He pressed himself against her, going slow and deep at first. He pushed the speed when he felt her relax on him. The increased speed made her cling to him, both arms and legs. "Mine," he growled in her ear. She grew tighter around him, soft moan escaping her lips. "Mine," he told her, a little louder.
"Yes," she replied. She was so close, squirming against him.
He did not relent. "Forever," he pleaded.
"Yes," she panted.
Her lower back arched. He pressed down against her, making her come. When she came down, she relaxed against him. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He looked away from her, pulling out of her.
She gave him a confused look. "Turn over," he instructed her. She gave him a lustful look.
She turned over as requested, coming to rest of her knees. He shoved her down to her stomach instead, making her grunt. He went back inside of her, pressing against her, touching her as much as he could. She was moaning quietly for him now, trying to make sure her voice was subdued. This position made in most difficult for her to be quiet, especially when he pinned her down. He shoved her shoulders down, pushing them into the bed. She moaned and squirmed beneath him. He slammed into her repeatedly, rendering her completely at his mercy. She turned her head, burying her face into the bed sheets beneath her, muting her screams as much as possible. It did not take him long after that to follow her.
He pulled out of her, stomach growling loudly as moved. She laughed softly at the sound, rolling herself to rest on her side. He climbed off the bed, going for the glass of water sitting on the tray. He drained half the glass before setting it back down on the tray. He looked over at her, noticing the lusty look still resting in her eyes. She still laid sensuously on her side. "You thought you were going to lose me today," she accused him. "Pretty obvious when you fuck me like that," she said boldly. He watched her, trying to read her. "I'm not going anywhere," she sighed, a playful smile lighting up her face. He walked away from the untouched tray, and back over to the bed.
Once he had her overly sated and exhausted, he left her to her recovery sleep. He rose up, feeling his hip pop in a now familiar manner. He went passed the tray, ignoring it. There was something else more pressing to take care of now.
It did not take him long to reach the fox's and the stranger's rooms. He pounded on the main door and then waited impatiently. He was about to pound again, when he heard the fox's groggy voice muttering behind the door.
The fox opened the door, but only a crack wide enough for his face to be visible, "Hiei? What is it?" He stifled a yawn.
Hiei pushed the door open, entering the main room the fox and the stranger shared together. The fox groaned behind him. He looked over at the fox, seeing him shirtless. He chest had a reddish tint to it. His hair was a bit of a tangled mess, more so than usual.
"Where's Yasha?" Hiei asked.
"Sleeping," the fox answered.
"Was sleeping," the voice of the stranger said behind him, coming from the doorway to the bedroom. Unlike the fox, the stranger had not bother to put a pair of pants on. "You know, I'm not sure if right now counts as so late it's early, or so early it's late."
"What are you here for?" the fox asked. "Clearly it must be urgent, if you couldn't wait until morning."
The stranger stepped out of the doorway stretched, unabashed about his nudeness. "If this is about that threesome idea I floated years ago, you should have been here like two or three hours ago. I'm spent, but maybe Kurama would be willing to just lay there for you," he suggested. When the fox growled lowly at his words, the stranger smirked. "The smell coming off of you right now is distinctly angelic. You might be spent yourself."
"I need the two of you find someone for me," Hiei preempted. "None of them are left in Alaric that I know of, thanks to Mukuro's overuse of their magic years ago."
"Who?" the fox asked.
"I need a dark crone," Hiei answered solemnly.