Chapter 2: Kurama

A demon is only chased once in a lifetime-- if they're lucky. I however was chased on some rather strange circumstances. It was challenged. No, his side was not challenged in the slightest, he made very sure of that, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of being myself. However, my side was challenged. The stranger part is he pertained to none of the correct standards.

He wasn't a demon, that confused me. He was very much human, and I had never seen him move with such deadly grace and accuracy. His body should not have been able to move in such a way, it was physically impossibly. I had a feeling this was more mental than physical. He should've known nothing about mating rituals or how demons take mates. He knew all of the right moves, how to do it to the precise movement. He didn't force it, or himself on me, and he made it perfectly clear that if I wasn't into it, he would back off.

If anything, I forced myself on him. I needed him so badly. Watching him chase me, not imposing his presence too strongly, just letting me know that where ever I was, he was looking out for me. It was less of a chase than I had expected, and only by the time the ritual had really begun did I understand what he had been doing. He had been watching my back, watching my back.

I had entered the Makai in search of an old friend who had broken out of hell. The first town I stopped in I was ambushed, and never before had I been so excited and happy to see Kuwabara. I really didn't even see him. It was more of a passing blur, and to even see that I was lucky.

I was surrounded, ten hundred or more, and failing miserably even as Youko. When one went down, three got up, and started at me. When the blur came, I was tempted to attack it, but realized who's energy sign it was. When I looked up, there was not a person there. Only their clothes, as if the people had been vaporized or something. They had disappeared, and all that was left was their clothes.

I looked to my left, and there sat a smug looking Kuwabara sitting comfortably in a tree. I sighed happily. If he hadn't of been there-- I don't know what I would have been right then. I walked towards him, to thank him, but the closer I got, the more attractive he became to me. I was slightly confused, until I saw the predatory gleam in his eyes.

He smirked softly.

"Boo." He said just loud enough for me to hear him, and I took off running.

Kuwabara shouldn't of had that much power, that kind of power. If Kuwabara could make people disappear like that, why had he never done so before? With such a terrifying power of destruction-- I didn't understand why I had never felt it. Kuwabara matched my speed, and I quickened my pace, he got faster, but not imposingly so. I didn't know what to think. He should not know how to do this. This was against a humans nature!

I ran for hours, and I was tiring quickly. He kept up with no trouble, not even breathing harshly. I didn't know what to think. I was so tired, so out of breath. Even in Youko form I could not keep this up. If he wanted me, he would have to go through all of the steps, and even I knew Kuwabara could not know those things. It was impossible.

If I let him go through with it as far as he could, and when he failed, would he go and leave forever? Just thinking about Kuwabara mating to me, preforming a ritual I've only heard scarce reminants of... it was envigorating, and I had no idea why I wasn't totally against this.

I decided to let him go as far as he could, and see what happened from there. I stopped in my tracks, and turned facing him. This was customary, for either the runner to stop, or to fall. Kuwabara kept advancing, and soon I found myself in his arms, strong, warm, deadly, and gentle. He carried me off ways a little, I excited in his arms, hoping to ignore how hard this was making me.

He came to a clearing in the trees, and lay me down gently, his arms flexing deliciously. How had I never noticed? How had I never dreamed of being in his powerful arms like I was now. The ground was soft with lush green grass, the trees cascaded overhead like a perfect picture. I could not sit myself up, or move my arms, and it scared me.

"Stay. Do not run." Kuwabara whispered into my ear, and I whimpered, nodding. "I will be back shortly. This is my land, I know it inside and out, do not try to hide."

He... He really meant all of this. Only if he had been serious would he of purged land for me. That meant that when I was his mate, this is where we would stay, he would build us a house, and we would live here in harmony. I had to do as he said. I wanted to. I waited, and he came back half an our later with a doe in his arms, blood coating his arms. He had used his hands, he killed and gutted him all in that short time. I felt immobile, unable to move with him in my presence.

This power he held over me... It was amazing, livening. I don't know how to explain in words. He built a fire infront of us, his arms, god his arms, they were more powerful than I had noticed before. He lit the branches he had cut down, with his Spirit energy, and put the doe over the fire. He walked over to me, and lifted me into his lap with no effort.

I was comfortable in his arms, and he sat down holding me gently in his powerful embrace. I weakly picked his hand up, and brought it to my lips, licking his hand clean of blood. So far he was going straight along the ritual. I cleaned his arm to the shoulder, and started on the next one. I was harder than I had ever been in my life, and I never wanted it to end. The taste of blood, his unique taste... it was almost too much to bare.

Kuwabara picked me up once more, and sat me against a tree, removing my shirt. This wasn't right. He shouldn't touch me yet! He folded my shirt curteously, and went to the fire, burning his hands while retreiving the doe. He... Didn't want to ruin my shirt? Well, a little out of place, it fit Suiichi's meaning in life. Kuwabara ripped off some of the doe, and fed me slowly. The first time he kissed me... mindblowing. I came then and there, and with the next bite of doe, I was hard all over again.

When I finished the doe, he discarded the bones, and returned to me. How did he know all of this?

I didn't dare question, fearing it may end then and there. I didn't want it to. I... I had found my one, my only. I looked up at him needingly. He nodded, and layed me down. He removed my pants, and what ever lay beneath them. He quickly lapped up what I had spilled, tasting it, and then kissing me as mindblowingly as the first.

Kuwabara heard my whimpers and pleadings, and returned to his last adventure, lapping up what was there, and taking me fully into his mouth. I yelled in shock as he deep throated me. I dug my hands into his hair, and whimpered, mewled slightly at his expert lips, and tongue.

I needed him, now. I pulled him back up to my face, nuzzling into his cheek, begging him softly, and whimperingly.

"Please, 'Bara, please do it now." I whimpered into his lips.

"This is for you, just you. Not me." Kuwabara said softly. So selfless.

"'Bara... Please, I need you..." I begged. Yes, the great Youko Kurama whimpering and begging into a human's lips. Weird.

Kuwabara shook his head. I growled, and tore off his pants. I scowled.

"Please! I can't wait... I need it so bad, 'Bara." I begged, fondling his long hard thick shaft.

Kuwabara tried to resist, but I had weakly hoisted my self up, and impaled myself onto him. I needed this, and when I said that, I meant it.

Kuwabara pounded into me so deep and hard-- his arms strongly holding me, unable to move or make him go faster. It was the best kind of torture, and I loved it. One hand held my hips, and the other held my wrists above my head. Why had I never noticed his gorgeous arms? We didn't stop for ten minutes without starting another round. However, something was wrong. There was a taste in his mouth that wasn't mine. I tried to think about who it could've been, and how to slaughter them.

'Bara might've been my dominate, but I wasn't below killing for what was mine.

Then it hit me. It was the break out from hell. Kuronue. I had much to do the next morning, including kill a certain bat, and make sure he stays dead for good! Kuwabara waited until I was sleeping, stroking my hair softly, and scratching lazily behind my ears. When I woke up, he was gone, but a wild turkey lay plucked and cooked on a large leaf. He had made me my breakfast, before leaving.

It took me several minutes to piece together events, and I swore loudly.

He had not marked me. Maybe I had some competition. Kuronue was dead. Again.