Well, here's Chapter 2! The chapters will mostly pick up where the previous
one left off. This one rather deserves it's rating. So. be careful if you
aren't a big fan of shonen-ai.
Hope the last chappie was enjoyable! Here's Kurama's side of the story.
Don't own Kurama or Hiei. Unfortunately.
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Kurama's POV
I watched Hiei's show of bravado with some amusement and no small amount of confusion. He knew I wanted him, and it was obvious that he returned the sentiment. Yet he made a point of trying to convince me that I didn't affect him in the slightest.
It wasn't that I made him uncomfortable. If that was true, he wouldn't be here in the first place. He would avoid me, not fall asleep on my bed.
Frowning to myself, I stood up, crossing the room to turn the light off. It was mid-afternoon, so the wan sunlight still shone through the window, dimly illuminating the room. I made sure the door was locked before I returned to the bed.
I sat again, careful not to disturb him. The shadows played across his features, one moment making him look like an innocent, the next sending chills down my spine. He was so complicated. He knew so much, had experienced so many things in his life, things he kept hidden from all of us. I frowned. I wanted to know all of these things. But the only way for me to ever know them, would be for him to tell me. And for that, he would have to trust me.
I shook my head. That would never happen. He didn't see me as Kurama, the newly formed balance between my Youko side and my Suuichi side. He saw me as one or the other. Either the emotionally inept, greedy, hedonistic Youko, or the innocent, fragile, ningen schoolboy. He had yet to realize exactly what I was.
Part of me laughed. Did I really want him to know what I was? Was it worth the risk to bear my soul to him?
I jumped a little, startled, as he shifted. His hands moved from behind his head to lay across his stomach. I had to restrain myself from reaching out to touch him. I wanted to. The gods know I wanted to. I craved the feeling of his smooth skin under my hands. I wanted to bring his mouth to mine, to tangle my hands in his unruly hair.
I closed my eyes, envisioning what it would be like. His mouth on mine, his hands removing my clothes. He would be in control, I knew. He wouldn't have it any other way. He hates more than anything to be held captive. I shivered. Not that I minded. I rather liked the idea of Hiei having his way with me. I felt color rise to my cheeks.
"Hn. Are you ill, kitsune?"
My eyes flew open, and I couldn't keep the blush from my face.
"N-no. Weren't you sleeping?" I looked into amused crimson eyes.
He smiled. "A bit. Drifting, really. Awake enough to feel the flux in your energy. It heightened, kind of like when you have a fever." He raised one hand to stifle a yawn. I nearly laughed. It was utterly adorable.
Hiei's eyes closed again, and I felt his energy smooth out as he drifted into a deeper sleep than he had been. Resigned, I laid down beside him. A nap couldn't hurt before dinner.
I slept . . .
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Dreams . . .
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Crimson eyes looked down at me, burning with intensity. I felt my breath catch in my throat. That look . . .
He smiled sensually, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. Belatedly, I realized I was in my Youko form. I should have noticed sooner.
He sat up, legs straddling my hips. The look on his face was predatory and raw, burning with an emotion I'd never seen on his features. He laughed as I blinked up at him, deep and rough. It occurred to me that I'd never truly heard him laugh before. I loved the sound.
I gasped. His hands slid underneath my shirt, fingers tracing the lines of my stomach. I felt warmth radiate through me, and I made a small noise in the back of my throat. It was somewhere between a moan and a growl. He smiled when he heard it.
"I please you."
It was not a question. It was an arrogant assertion of the fact. He knew what he did, and he relished the power it gave him.
His hands moved, and suddenly I was devoid of clothing. He was not, and I flushed. He merely looked at me. Then he bent his head to my stomach, placing little biting kisses up my body, to my throat. He drew back.
Then his mouth pressed down on mine. I opened under his seeking tongue, and felt white-hot energy surge through me, the purest form of desire. My hands moved, tangled in his hair. He continued his assault, kissing me, touching me. I shook with need as his hands trailed down my body . . .
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End dreams . . .
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I awoke with a start. It was nearly five. Shiori would be home soon. Hoping against hope, I was about to turn toward Hiei, praying to anyone that would listen that he would still be asleep. I heard a slight chuckle, raspy, nothing like the laughter in my dream.
"That must have been some fantasy, Fox."
I nearly died of mortification. "I don't know what you're talking about." I refused to look at him.
He laughed, deep and rich. It was the first time I'd ever heard the like. Heat shot through me.
"You're blushing." His tone was amused.
"How would you know?" I grumbled. "You're behind me."
He snorted. "I just know."
I turned around, glaring at him. "Shut up."
"Testy, are we? Unfulfilled pas-mmph!" I had shoved a pillow into his mouth. He removed it, eyes still dancing with amusement. "What's wrong, Kurama? Dream fox didn't satisfy you?"
I was getting angry now, and I felt tears well in my eyes. I didn't answer him.
"Poor Kurama, victim of unrequited lust!" His tone was almost mocking to my ears. Violently, I spun toward him, pushing him down on the bed. Before he could move, I pinned him.
"You want to know what happened, Hiei? It was you! All you, dammit!" Without thinking, I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He froze, then kissed me back. I let go of his hands, and they came up around me, pulling me close as he rolled over, reversing our positions. I shivered, opening my mouth under his probing. I slid my hands into his dark hair. I thought I would die from the sweetness of it all.
Then he pulled away, shaking. Without a word, he got up, walked to the window, and gathered his things.
"Hiei, I-I'm . . ."
He glared at me. "I am not a toy, Kurama. I am not a fantasy. I am real. You need to realize that it's not just about the chase for me."
I watched him, confused.
He vanished into the night.
Hope the last chappie was enjoyable! Here's Kurama's side of the story.
Don't own Kurama or Hiei. Unfortunately.
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Kurama's POV
I watched Hiei's show of bravado with some amusement and no small amount of confusion. He knew I wanted him, and it was obvious that he returned the sentiment. Yet he made a point of trying to convince me that I didn't affect him in the slightest.
It wasn't that I made him uncomfortable. If that was true, he wouldn't be here in the first place. He would avoid me, not fall asleep on my bed.
Frowning to myself, I stood up, crossing the room to turn the light off. It was mid-afternoon, so the wan sunlight still shone through the window, dimly illuminating the room. I made sure the door was locked before I returned to the bed.
I sat again, careful not to disturb him. The shadows played across his features, one moment making him look like an innocent, the next sending chills down my spine. He was so complicated. He knew so much, had experienced so many things in his life, things he kept hidden from all of us. I frowned. I wanted to know all of these things. But the only way for me to ever know them, would be for him to tell me. And for that, he would have to trust me.
I shook my head. That would never happen. He didn't see me as Kurama, the newly formed balance between my Youko side and my Suuichi side. He saw me as one or the other. Either the emotionally inept, greedy, hedonistic Youko, or the innocent, fragile, ningen schoolboy. He had yet to realize exactly what I was.
Part of me laughed. Did I really want him to know what I was? Was it worth the risk to bear my soul to him?
I jumped a little, startled, as he shifted. His hands moved from behind his head to lay across his stomach. I had to restrain myself from reaching out to touch him. I wanted to. The gods know I wanted to. I craved the feeling of his smooth skin under my hands. I wanted to bring his mouth to mine, to tangle my hands in his unruly hair.
I closed my eyes, envisioning what it would be like. His mouth on mine, his hands removing my clothes. He would be in control, I knew. He wouldn't have it any other way. He hates more than anything to be held captive. I shivered. Not that I minded. I rather liked the idea of Hiei having his way with me. I felt color rise to my cheeks.
"Hn. Are you ill, kitsune?"
My eyes flew open, and I couldn't keep the blush from my face.
"N-no. Weren't you sleeping?" I looked into amused crimson eyes.
He smiled. "A bit. Drifting, really. Awake enough to feel the flux in your energy. It heightened, kind of like when you have a fever." He raised one hand to stifle a yawn. I nearly laughed. It was utterly adorable.
Hiei's eyes closed again, and I felt his energy smooth out as he drifted into a deeper sleep than he had been. Resigned, I laid down beside him. A nap couldn't hurt before dinner.
I slept . . .
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Dreams . . .
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Crimson eyes looked down at me, burning with intensity. I felt my breath catch in my throat. That look . . .
He smiled sensually, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. Belatedly, I realized I was in my Youko form. I should have noticed sooner.
He sat up, legs straddling my hips. The look on his face was predatory and raw, burning with an emotion I'd never seen on his features. He laughed as I blinked up at him, deep and rough. It occurred to me that I'd never truly heard him laugh before. I loved the sound.
I gasped. His hands slid underneath my shirt, fingers tracing the lines of my stomach. I felt warmth radiate through me, and I made a small noise in the back of my throat. It was somewhere between a moan and a growl. He smiled when he heard it.
"I please you."
It was not a question. It was an arrogant assertion of the fact. He knew what he did, and he relished the power it gave him.
His hands moved, and suddenly I was devoid of clothing. He was not, and I flushed. He merely looked at me. Then he bent his head to my stomach, placing little biting kisses up my body, to my throat. He drew back.
Then his mouth pressed down on mine. I opened under his seeking tongue, and felt white-hot energy surge through me, the purest form of desire. My hands moved, tangled in his hair. He continued his assault, kissing me, touching me. I shook with need as his hands trailed down my body . . .
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End dreams . . .
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I awoke with a start. It was nearly five. Shiori would be home soon. Hoping against hope, I was about to turn toward Hiei, praying to anyone that would listen that he would still be asleep. I heard a slight chuckle, raspy, nothing like the laughter in my dream.
"That must have been some fantasy, Fox."
I nearly died of mortification. "I don't know what you're talking about." I refused to look at him.
He laughed, deep and rich. It was the first time I'd ever heard the like. Heat shot through me.
"You're blushing." His tone was amused.
"How would you know?" I grumbled. "You're behind me."
He snorted. "I just know."
I turned around, glaring at him. "Shut up."
"Testy, are we? Unfulfilled pas-mmph!" I had shoved a pillow into his mouth. He removed it, eyes still dancing with amusement. "What's wrong, Kurama? Dream fox didn't satisfy you?"
I was getting angry now, and I felt tears well in my eyes. I didn't answer him.
"Poor Kurama, victim of unrequited lust!" His tone was almost mocking to my ears. Violently, I spun toward him, pushing him down on the bed. Before he could move, I pinned him.
"You want to know what happened, Hiei? It was you! All you, dammit!" Without thinking, I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He froze, then kissed me back. I let go of his hands, and they came up around me, pulling me close as he rolled over, reversing our positions. I shivered, opening my mouth under his probing. I slid my hands into his dark hair. I thought I would die from the sweetness of it all.
Then he pulled away, shaking. Without a word, he got up, walked to the window, and gathered his things.
"Hiei, I-I'm . . ."
He glared at me. "I am not a toy, Kurama. I am not a fantasy. I am real. You need to realize that it's not just about the chase for me."
I watched him, confused.
He vanished into the night.