Emerald Eyes:
A Hiei/Kurama fic
A/N: Ah, YES! My first yaoi fic, and what a couple to write about!! If you
don't like yaoi, well then POO ON YOU!! Also a little racy. D
If I get good reception for this, I might do a sequel in Kurama's POV.
*****
He seems so frail in that human body of his. Why he chose it is truly beyond my comprehension. But when I saw that form in his last battle, the form of Youko the thief, I was mesmerized by his overabundance of sheer unbridled elegance. His eyes had changed from the emerald eyes of a human boy to the powerful silver eyes of a legend. In them I could see a greater understanding for the planet, nay, the universe!
His words were to my ears like water to a man in a desert. They filled the gaping holes that so many scarlet pasts had left in their wake. When it had done that, it swept me up in its gentle but strong embrace, caressing me with his raw power.
And then it was gone...just like that. When I opened my eyes, Youko was gone and the human Kurama had returned. The silver eyes had left me alone again, leaving emerald spheres behind. I feel something that I have never felt before...alone and empty, as though I have no purpose in life but to be surrounded in that warmth, and now I am dead.
I looked at him and see that he, too, craves to feel it one...more...time.
*****
I listen to Yusuke and that buffoon friend of his celebrate their victory. How stupid; they act as if Toguro is dead and buried already. What foolishness they have, and yet they win their fights. It's so very ironic.
"I don't think so," a voice says. I don't give him the privilege of seeing my eyes meet his emerald ones as he enters the room. I only continue to sharpen my blade.
"Oh?"
He sits next to me on the bed's edge. "Maybe it is because they don't spend time thinking that they win. All they use is their emotions, not their mental strengths, and head straight for their goal without hesitation or thought to what may lie ahead."
"Hm," I murmur. I don't like how he willingly sits so close. I gaze down and see that his hand is mere inches from mine. But where his looks so silky and smooth, mine is still torn and horribly damaged. A thought races through my mind before I can stop it; what would his hand feel like in mine?
"Hiei?"
"What?"
His emerald eyes catch mine and I find that I am suddenly being held captive in his gaze. "You were staring at my hand. Is there something wrong?"
I tear my eyes from his and return it to its rightful place, my sword. "Nothing at all."
The silence fills the room once again, cut only by the sound of metal scraping the blade to sharpen it. Every few moments, I gaze over at him and still he sits there! It's so disturbing, to be this close to him, and yet so very comforting. "What do you want, Kurama?"
He looks to me, a sudden sadness filling his handsome face. Handsome? Why am I even thinking this!? "Today...when I transformed...I felt so at home but then it was gone...like-"
"Your purpose in life is gone," I finish quietly.
The sadness is quickly replaced by wonder and just a little fox-like curiosity. "How did you know?"
I can't help but stare. My hands no longer work the sword and let it fall slowly onto the floor. But I cannot hear the blade strike the carpet, nor can I feel the bed under me anymore. Nothing seems to exist but this moment...and his emerald eyes. His supple lips are still parted from his question. With those striking eyes meeting mine, I could feel that I didn't have to answer...he knew.
Those lips were as soft as they looked, and he didn't push me away as I feared he would. He only took my hands in his and brought our bodies ever so closer. The raging feelings that we shouldn't be doing this with our teammates right outside the door begin to fade away to nothing, replaced by the same emotions that surged through my mind only this morning. It's becoming very hard to think of anything beyond the young man in my arms.
He has always seemed so very frail to me in that human form of his, but I feel a whole new strength in his arms as he pulls me even closer, pressing his hands to my back and up my shirt while slowly kissing my neck. I can't help the sound of need that escapes my lips and tightly wrap my arms round his waist. His kisses are so gentle, the most tender thing I've ever felt in my life. The feel of his breath on my neck...oh, it's almost unbearable.
He must have felt the same, for he looked to me and said, "Is this...what you want, Hiei?"
I stop to think. Is this what I really want?, I wonder. Do I want to do this?
"Yes...yes, I do."
His smile suddenly means the world to me and I can't help but smile slyly back. He casts an almost foxy glance to the door where Kuwabara can still be heard telling Yusuke just how badly he had beaten the other team. But the ethical reasonings have been tossed out of the window and into the sea, leaving only the physical ones. "It's locked."
I have never imagined the feel of bare skin on bare skin could ever feel so good. It's like a drug, addictive and sweet. The smell of sweat only heightens the climax, sticking his body to mine. I can't hold back anymore and finally return the caresses Kurama gives so willingly to me.
That wondrous face stares up at me, longing for the same goal as I. I have to wonder, what does he see in my eyes? Does he see the desperation for relief in them? The love? The yearning? Or does he only see...me?
He pulls me closer and my head rests on his chest. I don't care what he saw in me...for I see the same things as in his emerald eyes.
A Hiei/Kurama fic
A/N: Ah, YES! My first yaoi fic, and what a couple to write about!! If you
don't like yaoi, well then POO ON YOU!! Also a little racy. D
If I get good reception for this, I might do a sequel in Kurama's POV.
*****
He seems so frail in that human body of his. Why he chose it is truly beyond my comprehension. But when I saw that form in his last battle, the form of Youko the thief, I was mesmerized by his overabundance of sheer unbridled elegance. His eyes had changed from the emerald eyes of a human boy to the powerful silver eyes of a legend. In them I could see a greater understanding for the planet, nay, the universe!
His words were to my ears like water to a man in a desert. They filled the gaping holes that so many scarlet pasts had left in their wake. When it had done that, it swept me up in its gentle but strong embrace, caressing me with his raw power.
And then it was gone...just like that. When I opened my eyes, Youko was gone and the human Kurama had returned. The silver eyes had left me alone again, leaving emerald spheres behind. I feel something that I have never felt before...alone and empty, as though I have no purpose in life but to be surrounded in that warmth, and now I am dead.
I looked at him and see that he, too, craves to feel it one...more...time.
*****
I listen to Yusuke and that buffoon friend of his celebrate their victory. How stupid; they act as if Toguro is dead and buried already. What foolishness they have, and yet they win their fights. It's so very ironic.
"I don't think so," a voice says. I don't give him the privilege of seeing my eyes meet his emerald ones as he enters the room. I only continue to sharpen my blade.
"Oh?"
He sits next to me on the bed's edge. "Maybe it is because they don't spend time thinking that they win. All they use is their emotions, not their mental strengths, and head straight for their goal without hesitation or thought to what may lie ahead."
"Hm," I murmur. I don't like how he willingly sits so close. I gaze down and see that his hand is mere inches from mine. But where his looks so silky and smooth, mine is still torn and horribly damaged. A thought races through my mind before I can stop it; what would his hand feel like in mine?
"Hiei?"
"What?"
His emerald eyes catch mine and I find that I am suddenly being held captive in his gaze. "You were staring at my hand. Is there something wrong?"
I tear my eyes from his and return it to its rightful place, my sword. "Nothing at all."
The silence fills the room once again, cut only by the sound of metal scraping the blade to sharpen it. Every few moments, I gaze over at him and still he sits there! It's so disturbing, to be this close to him, and yet so very comforting. "What do you want, Kurama?"
He looks to me, a sudden sadness filling his handsome face. Handsome? Why am I even thinking this!? "Today...when I transformed...I felt so at home but then it was gone...like-"
"Your purpose in life is gone," I finish quietly.
The sadness is quickly replaced by wonder and just a little fox-like curiosity. "How did you know?"
I can't help but stare. My hands no longer work the sword and let it fall slowly onto the floor. But I cannot hear the blade strike the carpet, nor can I feel the bed under me anymore. Nothing seems to exist but this moment...and his emerald eyes. His supple lips are still parted from his question. With those striking eyes meeting mine, I could feel that I didn't have to answer...he knew.
Those lips were as soft as they looked, and he didn't push me away as I feared he would. He only took my hands in his and brought our bodies ever so closer. The raging feelings that we shouldn't be doing this with our teammates right outside the door begin to fade away to nothing, replaced by the same emotions that surged through my mind only this morning. It's becoming very hard to think of anything beyond the young man in my arms.
He has always seemed so very frail to me in that human form of his, but I feel a whole new strength in his arms as he pulls me even closer, pressing his hands to my back and up my shirt while slowly kissing my neck. I can't help the sound of need that escapes my lips and tightly wrap my arms round his waist. His kisses are so gentle, the most tender thing I've ever felt in my life. The feel of his breath on my neck...oh, it's almost unbearable.
He must have felt the same, for he looked to me and said, "Is this...what you want, Hiei?"
I stop to think. Is this what I really want?, I wonder. Do I want to do this?
"Yes...yes, I do."
His smile suddenly means the world to me and I can't help but smile slyly back. He casts an almost foxy glance to the door where Kuwabara can still be heard telling Yusuke just how badly he had beaten the other team. But the ethical reasonings have been tossed out of the window and into the sea, leaving only the physical ones. "It's locked."
I have never imagined the feel of bare skin on bare skin could ever feel so good. It's like a drug, addictive and sweet. The smell of sweat only heightens the climax, sticking his body to mine. I can't hold back anymore and finally return the caresses Kurama gives so willingly to me.
That wondrous face stares up at me, longing for the same goal as I. I have to wonder, what does he see in my eyes? Does he see the desperation for relief in them? The love? The yearning? Or does he only see...me?
He pulls me closer and my head rests on his chest. I don't care what he saw in me...for I see the same things as in his emerald eyes.
