Sweet Dreams Are Made of These:
Summary: They thought the war was over, but they were wrong. Alongside our favorite fire apparition, Kiya will try to overcome depression, new responsibilities and a new foe who wants Kiya for...a sick science experiment? HieiKiya
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A/N: Apologizing won't begin to make up for my prolonged absence. A lot of issues have been eating away my desire to write…so it is right now, at two o'clock in the morning that I am dragging my ass out of bed to give my wonderful readers the chapter they've been waiting for. Screw depression, I've got readers to please!
This one's for you, Aoinochi….so that your trip to England won't suck too badly. Thanks for the support girl!
Warning: There is a reason this story is rated M. Limey situations ensue, but it's not explicit...i'm saving That stuff for another fic. Don't like it? Well, I guess you're reading the wrong story.
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Previously:
His head was lowered, his eyes covered by the curtain of black hair that fell before them. He stopped walking four feet before he reached Kiya.
Kiya inhaled a shuddering breath, but refused to allow her glare to falter. "What do you want?"
For a pregnant moment, all was silent. All was still.
Until Hiei started to shake. If Kiya hadn't known any better, she would have thought he was crying.
But no, Hiei was not crying.
He was laughing. As if her question were the most ridiculous- obvious thing she had ever uttered. Which of course pissed her off even further.
A smirk graced the only of Hiei's features Kiya could currently see, his smooth mouth, and a dark chuckle sounded through the air. Her sweet anger reached Hiei and his nostrils flared in appreciation. Her scent was positively delicious when she was angry.
Kiya stopped breathing when Hiei's face slowly lifted and his eyes met Kiya's.
There was no laughter in his eyes; only fierce determination amongst the swirling purples and crimsons.
The hair on the back of Kiya's neck stood stock straight at Hiei's next word.
"You."
And Kiya knew, right at that moment, what Hiei's intentions were.
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Chapter 8: Mate:
"That was it?" Yusuke asked credulously as he gazed down at the six poor D class youkai lying before his feet.
"There are no others around," Kurama concluded. "I suppose that was all."
"Damnit! I missed my show for this shit? These losers coulda killed themselves by coughing too hard. I'm out,"
"Wait, Yusuke." Yusuke stopped walking and turned to look at the redheaded teen. Kurama advanced on his friend. "You don't find this suspicious? These youkai were obviously quite weak-"
"Yeah and?" Yusuke cut him off. "I gotta show to watch, get to the point."
Kurama continued on like Yusuke hadn't interrupted him. "How do you think they got through to this world? Beings as lowly as them could not have opened a portal on their own."
Yusuke paused, "You got a point."
Kuramza sighed inwardly. Something was going to happen…again.
He only hoped that wherever Kiya and Hiei were, they were safe.
Suddenly, a thought came to Kurama's head. "Yusuke," the spirit detective looked at him. "Why don't you go home and…watch your television program. I will check up on things here."
"No way! If there's any action, I want some of it! I haven't kicked any real ass for way too long."
Kurama couldn't help but smile at Yusuke's antics. "I'm sure there is nothing going on. But, I do wish to make sure. You can stay and look around with me if you like,"
Kurama's choice of wording had its desired effect. "Actually, I think I will go home. I don't want to spend a Friday night walking around doin' nuthin. Later, Kurama."
Kurama's smile faded as soon as Yusuke was out of sight. The kitsune in him smelt conspiracy. Turning on his heel, Kurama started off in the direction of a park nearby. There's was definitely something…familiar in there.
He would take care of it. He was getting rather tired of useless youkai posing a threat to those he held dear.
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The sais held tightly in both of Kiya's hands began to shake. She took an uncertain step back.
Blue eyes widened in fear as Hiei unsheathed his katana in one slow motion. The dimming light from the surrounding forest was mirrored off the slick surface of the weapon.
Then, suddenly, both patrons' weapons were meeting each other with a resounding 'cling'. Kiya glared into Hiei's close eyes, her angry panting tickling his face.
"You bastard. You brought me all the way here to train?" Her voice rose in frustration.
Hiei leapt away from Kiya's pushing sais and landed about five feet behind where he had been standing, one foot in front of the other. His eyes bore into her own. "No."
Kiya lunged, one sais swiping at Hiei's neck while the other at his torso. Of course, both were blocked. "Then why? I don't have time to follow you around like some dumb little puppy."
Her question went unanswered as Hiei's katana swiped at Kiya's thighs; an attack that forced her to jump up and send a kick to Hiei's head. He ducked.
"You are mine to protect." The odd declare came out as a growl. Hiei's katana faux flew at Kiya's neck, then took a dive to her waist. Kiya's sais formed an 'X' to protect her midsection.
"What?" She demanded. Her fire youkai was making no sense!
Suddenly, Hiei lunged at her, his katana up and ready. Kiya instinctually raised her own weapons to hold his away from her person with another loud 'clank'. He leaned in, his burning crimson eyes boring into her own and his nose almost touching her own. His hot breath mingled with her own ragged pants. "Say it." It was huskier now, deeper.
Kiya couldn't help but shudder at the hungry look the Koorime was giving her. Her mouth opened, but no voice made its presence known.
Hiei pressed harder on her weapons with his. This time, a voice- a squeak, more appropriately- was able to escape her dry mouth.
"I'm….I'm yours, Hiei. To protect..." At that moment, Hiei's lids drooped for half a second…
…before he disappeared.
Kiya's body tensed. What was he planning? She had enough experience around Hiei to know that it was not a good idea to let your guard down around him…
…and to not lose sight of him.
Shit.
The Elemental's breath hitched when a chiseled chin rested itself upon her left shoulder and a warm, strong hand splayed itself across her upper chest, just below her clavicle, pressing her back into a hard wall of a body. Hiei's chest was pressed up against her back, and she could distinctly feel the uneven rise and fall of his breaths.
Kiya could already clearly 'feel' how much Hiei was holding back from her as he pressed against her lower back.
The hand that wasn't pressing her body against his suddenly crept up across her stomach, barely caressing the skin and held her even closer.
…After tossing his katana to the side to free his hands.
Hiei never tossed his katana.
Her neck stretched outward instinctively when she felt warm lips barely touch the skin right below her ear, a gasp escaping her parted lips.
"You are mine to take."
Kiya's sharp intake of breath was all she was capable of doing at the moment. She couldn't even blink due to the insane heat now coursing through her veins, pooling in the area between her trembling legs.
Her small frame trembled in Hiei's arms as she finally managed to form her desired words. "I'm yours…oh gods….I'm yours to take."
Sharp teeth gently nipped at her cartilage and Kiya was certain if Hiei hadn't been holding her up, she would have sunk to the ground. A warm tongue darted out to soothe the dull pain the fangs had inflicted.
"H-Hiei.." Kiya whispered uncertainly.
"Kiya…" An involuntary shudder ran through Kiya's body as Hiei's mouth played with her name, rolling it sensuously to her ear. His voice was a low hiss.
Suddenly, too quickly for Kiya to properly react, Hiei had removed himself from Kiya and was now standing five feet in front of her, his body low and in a battle stance…again.
His eyes were on her, peeking up at her through his bangs, wild and animalistic.
Blinking, Kiya regained what was left of her sanity. Then…she realized something; something she should have realized a good while ago, but thanks to Hiei's….distractions, she was unable to do so.
This was a test; to see what she could do…if she could provide Hiei with any form of a challenge… and it was obvious to her that Hiei was enjoying this a bit more than would have been considered normal. This little spar…was arousing him.
Kiya chuckled to herself. She would hit Hiei at least once, come hell or high water, just to appease her ego. And she knew just how to do that.
This was going to be fun.
She would challenge him alright…
….challenge his self control.
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"Yukada-san," the youkai Markusho walked into Mr. Yukada's closed study, keeping the door open behind him. "The Water subject has been finished."
"So, we're ready now?"
"Of course. Feast your eyes, partner." With that, Markusho stepped to the side, his right arm sweeping towards the open doorway. Four figures emerged. "Unfortunately, little miss Water here is a shell. Because the Girl is still alive, there was no soul left in the Water familiar to put into her…"
"It will do. As long as we can get it to obey."
"Without a problem."
"Lovely."
Markusho chuckled a deep, maniacal rumbled, placing his arms around the shoulders of the small, blue haired girl next to him. The girl stared straightforward, her deep silver eyes showing absolutely nothing- for she was nothing.
A blue tear-shaped marking next to the girl's right eye glowed slightly. She was just a copy. A copy created for one purpose; to conquer.
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Careful to hide her giddy smirk, Kiya held a commanding finger out to Hiei, motioning for him to wait. As soon as blue eyes saw Hiei's form losing some of its rigidity, Kiya's hands moved to the bottom of her shirt slowly.
Said hands moved the hem of the shirt up delicately, showing increasing amounts of her sweat-slicked torso to the fire demon whose eyes were riveted to the beads of perspiration rolling down the porcelain surface. Involuntary shudders coursed through Kiya's figure at the sight of Hiei's eyes watching her body so closely.
Kiya had never been one to try seducing anyone before…she had never had the need to. But, guessing by Hiei's current expression, Kiya was proving to be pretty damned good at it.
Finally, Hiei's low and breathy voice broke the silence.
"What are you doing?" Beneath the husky resonance of the demand was a strained voice… a voice that Kiya immediately responded to.
"Taking off my shirt, Hiei." Again, she forced the smirk back into the depths of her mind. "It's hot out here."
And with that, Kiya completed the last scene of her little performance. Raising both elbows, the Elemental pulled the black shirt over her head, tossing her hair like how she had seen seductresses do on T.V….then tossed the shirt to the side…
…where it landed right ontop of Hiei's katana.
Now, normally, Kiya would have thought she had looked like a damned fool; moving slowly and somewhat smoothly and tossing her hair about her head…but Hiei's reaction to her actions wiped those insecurities from her mind.
Goosebumps rose on her pale flesh the moment Hiei's low groan reached her ears. With wide eyes, Kiya watched as Hiei's eyes ravished her form hungrily before his head lulled back, his fists clenching and his groan evolving into a growl.
Hiei was suddenly very relieved that he had secured the surrounding area with his mating scent…no youkai would be suicidal enough to impose on them once smelling Hiei's dominant and husky odor. It was a warning to all to keep away from him and his Kiya while they…Hn. While she became his once and for all.
Suddenly, almost too quickly for Kiya to register what had happened, Hiei's cloak was ripped from his body, taking his undershirt with it…leaving Hiei more open to Kiya's clouding eyes than she was to his.
Breathe girl…breathe! In…out….in…DAMNIT INHALE!
Her inner voice reminded her that she did indeed have lungs that needed refilling and she inhaled deeply, her breath ragged between her unstable lips.
There was no doubt in Kiya's mind that Hiei could read her reaction to his body; the very male smirk gracing his lips proved that.
…But no…Kiya blinked furiously and lowered herself in a mirrored stance…
…she had a mission to accomplish. Then she could ravish him.
Sounds like a plan.
Due to the fact that Kiya's patience….and self-restraint…were wearing thin, Kiya decided she would make the first move. Blinking slowly up at Hiei, sending him a hot look from beneath her dark lashes in a small move that was certain to catch him off guard, Kiya lunged.
Kiya very nearly stopped and gave a victory dance once seeing that she had, indeed, succeeded in catching Hiei in an off-moment. Her hands went straight for Hiei's shoulders…
…but Hiei would not be outdone. He quickly stepped to the side; however his eyes remained hooded and trained on Kiya's exposed upper body.
Recovering and turning back to the quick youkai, Kiya lunged again, the need to hit Hiei just once overpowering any logic she may have honed.
Hiei again merely stepped to the side, eliciting a frustrated growl from his young Kiya. She needed to hit him…just to prove to him and herself that she could.
However, while Kiya was contemplating how to attempt to trick Hiei again, Hiei was fighting the vicious lusts and thoughts assaulting his person. His breathing grew rough and ragged with the internal battle…and from the way Kiya's blue eyes flashed in defiant determination. Oh how her passion's fire burned him.
His eyes were trained on the beads of sweat rolling slowly down Kiya's panting chest, disappearing into the black pockets that made up her bra. The bra that was denying Hiei the view of the rest of his intended's precious upper half.
The bra that would be left on the ground in many pieces in the very near future: its fate violent due to the way it hid Kiya from him.
Crimson eyes trained immediately onto a sweat bead currently rolling down from within Kiya's damp hair. It traveled down her lean neck and upper chest before it too was stopped by her bra, the perspiration being absorbed by the thick fabric.
Yes, that piece of clothing had to go.
Kiya was not a naïve girl…she had been around enough teenage males to understand what the intent stare Hiei was sending to her chest meant. She smirked.
Taking advantage yet again of his unfocused state, Kiya lunged.
Kiya's back soon was pressed against the ground, the air knocked out of her as Hiei tackled her to the ground, his body hunching over hers. His strong hands pressed her shoulders to the sodden earth and his body straddled hers, rendering her motionless.
Kiya inhaled sharply when Hiei's nose dove to the curve of her sweat slicked throat. His tongue suddenly lashed out, collecting a sweat drop that had been sliding down her slender neck.
Hiei shuddered, his eyes rolling and his head lifting upwards in an imitation of what he had done earlier. His heaving breaths escaped his clenched teeth in hisses.
She tasted of arousal and slight fear. Delicious.
Kiya tilted her head away instinctually in order to give Hiei better access to her shaking neck, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her lids fluttered closed at the same time Hiei's raging orbs returned to the female beneath him.
Kiya lifted her hands to reach for Hiei, her whimper signaling that the feeling of his tongue on her skin was sorely missed. Alas, Hiei had other plans; his hands lifting from her shoulders to pin Kiya's grasping hands to the ground above her head. One hand moved to pin both of hers while the other one was free to roam. Free to complete his current mission.
Blue eyes peeked open. Lips parted to release a startled gasp when a black brassier was quite literally clawed from her body and tossed unceremoniously to the side.
Hiei noticed slightly that Kiya inhaled sharply the moment she noticed his raging eyes glued to her skin. The hand holding both hers down twitched slightly as Hiei began to lower himself, his teeth bared.
A wave of desire rampaged through Kiya's small form and stopped at the throbbing area between her legs…and that blind desire decided her next move.
He's mine!
With an inhuman growl, Kiya bucked beneath Hiei while he was distracted, freeing herself from beneath him, and watched with glinting eyes as he was pushed onto his backside.
With a growl of approval from the heated Koorime, he stood, watching his feisty Kiya with a trained eye. She never failed to surprise him. He liked that.
Kiya lunged.
In a reverse reenactment of Hiei's usual actions, Kiya pushed Hiei's back up against the nearest tree roughly; her hands holding his against the tree's trunk and her mouth diving for his neck.
"I win," She breathed out against his fiery skin. This was much better than hitting him.
She bit.
A roar of ecstasy ripped through the clearing as Hiei's hands fought Kiya's own and quickly won. Gripping her waist with strong hands, Hiei spun the two of them around so that he was the one pressing her against the tree.
"I win,"
With an animalistic snarl, Hiei's hands ravaged Kiya's pert, exposed breasts and his mouth assaulted her neck in retaliation to the sensations her sweet mouth had created in him not one minute ago.
Kiya's own hands flew across Hiei's exposed upper body blindly, her breathing escaping in gasps and small moans.
MINE!
MINE!
The scent of their uniting swept the Makai forest, Hiei's roars erupting from the clearing.
They became one…at the exact site of Hiei's old thieves camp…the camp that he had grew up in.
They became mates.
Unfortunately, like all good things, this happy new pair could not last. Fate had it written in her cards that they were to be ripped from each other, unexpectedly and suddenly.
Fate is a cruel wench indeed.
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Oh my goodness me, I finally finished. It sucks because it was completed in a tired stupor, but…eh…oh well. Tootles
-Kendra a.k.a. Toxic Mist
Don't knock on death's door…ring his doorbell and run…he hates that!