I break this chapter into two parts because it is longer and if you want to read this chapter as a whole, you will have to wait for another week, so to not torture the readers, I'll break it up. WARNING: this chapter is rated R (but I think most of you could accept that. It's not really very lemon.)

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Chapter 14: A Black Tear Gem; A Red Tear Gem

I want everything of me To be tinted with the essence of you My worries, my fears, my love And even my tears

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Hiei's POV

I watched as Kurama gracefully stood up and turned to face me. He was still as beautiful as ever, but his face was void of any emotions; his forest green eyes were impenetrable, no signs of his usual kindness, yet no signs of coldness also, just empty.

I know that I should not be there; I should not be anywhere that he could spot me. I was not doing it because I wanted to protect Shiori. I did not want Kurama to be hurt by her death. I promise myself that I would just be following him I n a distance, but what was I to do just now? I couldn't possibly just stand and stare as he plant the rose into his bloodstream and die, could I? I must leave, and leave right now, before he could get too close, before I could not move. But he was already.

What was I to do? We were only a couple of feet apart now, and my accumulated desire over the month was breaking free, urging me to hold him tight, to taste him once more. BUT I COULD NOT!! My mind was having a battle, trying to sort out what I should do, but only managed to tear all my ideas to shreds. WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I.

SLAP!!

My face was hit, yet I felt no pain. My conflicting thoughts were all driven away, leaving my mind as blank as paper. It felt nice, to finally be able to look into his eyes without caring that someone was going to hurt him; without worrying about what I should do to defend him, and see him as he was. For that spilt second, nothing mattered anymore. No family, no friends, no enemies, not relation, no society. Nothing existed except his warm breath against my cheek as he nuzzled my gently.

"Why can't I b e angry with you, Hiei? Why did you leave? Why did you lie to me?" he whispered in my ear, his voice barely above the pounding of our hearts. The twinge of sorrow in his tone cut into my soul, reminding me of what I should do.

I pushed him away.

"Don't touch me. Stay away from me, youko," I threatened and kept my face as blank as his. I turned and sped in another direction, using my ultimate speed. Maybe if I did things faster, they would not hurt so much. I came to a halt once I caught a glimpse of red in the corner of my eyes and knew that Kurama was already in form of me, blocking my escape.

"Why?" his irises flashed dangerously and a hint of coldness stood out in his voice.

"If you don't want Shiori to die, then get out of my way!"

Silence. He did not move, nor I. I sensed Kurama giving off a tiny trace if youki, as if to enchant something. Vines shot up from he ground and I none rapid movement, my wrists and ankles were bound together, and numerous vines tightened themselves around my arms, shoulders and waist. I glared at Kuraam, only to face that emotionless expression again.

"What are you doing, youko?" I hissed and attempted to free myself, only to cause the plants to squeeze tighter.

"I won't ever let you get away again," he said and lifted me up.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I shouted but to no avail. My head rested against his chest and the pounding sound of his heart seemed like music, and the warmth I felt from him was too comforting. So comforting that all my determination and courage to push him away vapourized. Why did he have this effect on me?

He started running, so fast that I began to doubt if my speed was able to match his. The surrounding became a mixed variety of colours, and the next thing I know, my back hit something soft as I was thrown down. It was Kurama's bed. He loosened the vines that bound me, but straddled his legs around my torso, making it impossible for me to move away.

After that, he just lay completely on top of me and buried his head in the curve if my neck. The familiar smell of roses filled my senses, and suddenly, I realized that I could never leave him again, the cozy heat that spread slowly throughout my whole body, the feeling that you wanted time to sop there and then, was that. love?

Kurama moved, and lifted himself to face me. His mask was gone, and his emerald orbs sparkled brighter than ever, the tears that welled in his eyes made him look even more angelic, so radiant that he almost looked unreal. A drop of his tear landed on my cheek, if was cool, but it made me feel hot, as a wave of something washed over me. Was that. love?

"Do you know how I felt when you left me? " his voice was choked up with sadness, and more moisture landed on my face. " I was left to think that you despised me, and tried desperately to forget you, only to find myself crying my heart out. I know now that you left to protect me from Karasu, but why didn't you tell."

"Do you know how I felt," I raised my voice and cut him short, his eyes widened at my outburst, " when I had to leave you? When I had to tear both our heats to pieces to protect you, when I had to watch in the darkness as you torment yourself?" my emotions were surging, driven by something. Was that. love?

Unexpectedly, he smiled. It was not the smile he gave to Yusuke or anyone else, but one filled happiness and mixed with the hardships he went through to get it. "Looks like we are even, then," he leaned down until his nose touched mine, "but it's all fine now, as long as you are back, and won't leave again. Never ag." I did not let him finish his sentence. I slipped my tongue into his inviting mouth as he opened it to gasp for air. I pressed him close to me and moved my hands down his back; I pressed him tightly against me until there were no gaps between us anymore.

I missed his taste, his scent, his warmth, his caress, the feeling of his silky hair slipping through my fingers as I ran my hand through it and everything else about him. I could never get enough of those.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath. His face was flushed; his eyes still had the yet to dry tears; his irises were half blocked by this thick lashes; his lips parted slightly, swollen and luscious from the kiss and his chest heaved up and down below me. Heat shot thought me, making me throw away all my rationality, urging me to go on, to touch him.

"Hiei." the kitsune murmured, as if pleading me to continue. Just his voice sent another wave of arousal through me.

He let out a surprised yelp as I suddenly dipped down and started ravishing his neck, gently at first but soon nipping and drawing blood. A red mark formed, just like the one that had disappeared. I wanted him to be all mine, to let the world see that he was mine, and thus stay away form him. He was mine.

I continued the hot and moist trail down to his collarbone, but was clocked from going further by and annoying piece of fabric. My fingers worked on eh buttons, but after a few unsuccessful attempts, I ripped the buttons straight off. The material slide off him, revealing his well-toned chest.

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Kurama's POV

"Hiei, if you are going to destroy all my clothes like that, then." but the sentence was lost in my throat as Hiei teased one of my nipples, sucking slightly and biting a little. A moan escaped my lips as a rush of adrenaline sped through my body and gathered between my thighs. My heartbeat was racing, my breathing was escalated, the heat in me was unbearable, and the throbbing against my pants was getting painful, restrained by the thick cloth.

He dropped butterfly kisses down to my stomach, and licked my navel. It was too near to my erection that I let out an excited scream. The teasing were almost too much to take.

"Do you want me to stop, kitsune?" Hiei asked, his ruby irises burning into mine, a hint to concern and hesitance was in his voice. "I don't know what I'm doing. I've never done this before. I've never felt like this before." A flicker of forlornness flashed in his eyes. No, I could not let him wallow in the shadows of his past now.

I sat up a little and planted a steamy kiss on his lips. "Do you think I want you to stop?" I slid my arms under his cloak, feeling his skin underneath. Soon, the piece of clothing was in heap beside my discarded shirt. The moonlight shone onto his pale skin, empathizing every lithe curve of his muscles.

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