Disclaimer: I may not own Yu-Yu Hakusho, but that doesn't mean I can't mess with their world!

Chapter 12

(A.N.) LEMON WARNING! Also, I don't think that I write good lemons, so bear with me for the sake of it.

Kira's P.O.V...

This is very frustrating, not to mention awkward.

What had I been thinking, letting him? Helping him? God, I was acting so unlike me it wasn't even funny. Since when am I this fucking reckless? At least with my heart? Um...let me think... Oh, never.

My body was still worked up, energy whizzing around and the buzzing through my veins. Restless, I tapped my foot; my fingers traced complex patterns on the stony floor, even paced for a while.

It was too warm in here for some reason. That's strange... I'm never too hot, or too cold. I'm practically immune to changes in temperature. Maybe it was because I still wanted...

This is ridiculous! For the love of every bloody fucking good thing still left in the world, what is wrong with me!

I need to calm down, work off the energy. But how? Looking, my eye roved around, pausing a little too long on Hiei's shadowy form. A tightening sensation shot through my stomach like a sucker punch. Dammit.

Standing, I strode hurriedly towards the back of the cave, the part that was out of sight around the bend.

"What are you doing?" Hiei called, not moving.

Not stopping I called back, "I need to do something. I'm going crazy just sitting around."

It was true...except I didn't tell him why, but that's not lying now is it? It's just an omission.

The tunnel was long and narrow. Stalactites and stalagmites lined the floor and ceiling, and the walls were green in some places from the fungus that grew here in this dark, damp environment. It was a little amazing, seeing how resilient some of the growth was. The flora had found a way to worm its roots into the hard, gray stone and thrive that way. It had probably been doing so for thousands of years.

Eventually, the tunnel opened up into a small cavern, bigger than the place where I and Hiei had been waiting, though. Strangely, there was a lake in the center...well, not a lake. Maybe it would be a pond... Gah, not important.

Moving to the edge of the water, I picked up a rock and skipped it across the surface. Ripples followed the stones path all the way until it sank after its eighth skip. I took another stone and did the same thing. Then another and a fourth one after that. I threw each one harder than the last, skipping it more times with each toss. But my frustration crept up on me again, and the fifth rock I threw shattered against the hard, stone walls of the chamber. That's for locking me in a cave.

I hurled another one. That one was for my anger at my lack of self-control.

Another: the world's complete and total lack of common sense.

Number eight was for killing my parents and nine was for the Hikari's deaths.

Ten was for Hiei and I damned him over and over as the echoes of the broken stone faded away for getting so far under my skin.

"Feel any better?"

Startled, I whirled around. Well, speak of the devil, or, in this case, the Fire Apparition. "Not really," I replied shortly. If he went away, I could pretend I didn't want him. I was sure of it...well, almost sure anyways. I was absolutely sure that I stood a better chance of winning over my body if he wasn't here. "Just go away. I want to work off some of my pent up energy."

An eyebrow went up. "By throwing rocks?"

"There isn't much else I can do, now is there? After all, we are locked in a CAVE!" I growled in irritation.

"Well, that's pointless."

Life is pointless I felt like telling him, but kept the sarcasm to myself. "Do you have a better idea, O Mighty Genius?" Okay, so it was still sarcasm. Bite me.

A silence hung thick in the air, and some of the previous tension returned full force. The look he gave me said he was thinking of some ways to work off energy that we had decided we couldn't do because of the current state of affairs, mainly the fact that we were waiting for Uremeshi and the others to come back. That one look was enough to make me shiver with pent up sexual tension.

Out loud, he stated, "Be ready."

"Wha-?"

He lunged, drawing his sword in a flash of silver. I jumped out of the way. If the bastard had wanted to fucking spar, why didn't he say so? I am sick and tired of his attitude! I am sick of his arrogance! I-I am going to rip him apart!

He came again, and this time, I went under his sword, determined to beat him to a bloody pulp. Punching him solidly in the solar plexus, I followed with a spinning kick at his head. Only he was gone before I could connect.

Dammit, I had forgotten how fast he was.

I began to search for him cautiously, turning slowly and deliberately. A blade was suddenly there, pressing lightly against my throat. "You're dead," Hiei said quietly in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

Even more tension floated in the air with our bodies so close. I think Hiei realized too late his mistake, but he didn't move. I think he was waiting for me to concede the fight, and he wasn't going to move until I told him he had. I reached up and grabbed his wrist, letting small seedlings of fire dance along my skin and clothing. "Not dead yet."

"If this was a real fight, you would be."

"Convince me or get off."

A split second later, I found myself facedown on the ground. I had let go of Hiei's wrist, and now had both my hands bracing my body to keep it from being completely pressed down. The reason was that Hiei's sword was still in its original position at my neck, and his other hand was tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to fully expose my throat. "Convinced?" He pressed it harder against my skin, the sharp edge biting in, and I felt a tiny trickle of blood drip down my neck.

It wasn't a bad kind of pain.

I smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "Never. Death before defeat, if you will."

"You want death that badly?" The words were spoken with a dark undertone, close to my ear. That was more of a bedroom voice than a serious voice.

My mouth went dry, and it took my two tries to reply. "Sure, why not?"

A little pain tingled across my scalp as he pulled a bit harder on my hair. "Surrender."

That pain was having the complete opposite effect of what it was supposed to do. My body was tingling too. It wanted something very different than what was happening. I wanted something else, something better. Fighting back these sensations, I retorted, "Make me." My breath was ragged.

He forcefully flipped me, and held the blade once again to my throat. He was straddling my hips. "Do you really want me to?" he growled. His eyes burned with a dark fire, a knowledge of what he could do to me.

I can tell that that question had nothing to do with me giving up. It all came down to wants and desires, I guess. A simple "yes" or "no" that could hold so much more meaning behind it that one would thing was all that question required. But that double meaning just made that simple answer so much harder to give. Did I want him to?

"Yes." That one word gave him permission. I wanted everything the look in his eyes promised, regardless of any consequences. I wanted to forget about everything except the sensations that ran hot through my blood. I was burning from the inside out with lust and desire, and maybe even, to my complete astonishment, love.

The sword disappeared somewhere, and before I knew what was happening, Hiei pressed his lips to mine roughly, opening my mouth with his tongue. He explored my mouth, hands keeping my shoulders pinned to the ground. I snaked a hand around his neck, pulling him down and deepening the kiss.

I groaned into his mouth. This felt so good, something that I had never known. This was what it was supposed to feel like. All of those years of loneliness and alienating myself had never let me experience this, never in all my life. I was no virgin, but what my uncle had done to me had been vile. But this, this was a clean passion, clean and cleansing.

Hiei dropped his lips to my neck, running his tongue over the same cut that his sword had made not a moment ago. Teeth grazed over my collarbones and pulse point, and my breath came harsher and faster. Every movement he made was aggressive, dominant. Not having control should have been an issue for me, but I never hesitated to relinquish control and be passive. Somehow, it felt right, natural. I arched under his touch, pressing my body against his, and felt that he was hard and ready.

He pulled my shirt off over my head, tossing it away. Hands roamed over the newly exposed skin, followed by his mouth. I grabbed his shoulders and sat up, pulling him with me. I kissed him, pouring all of my frustration into it. I copied his previous actions, trailing my lips down the side of his neck, biting at his skin. Never doing anything that he hadn't done to me yet.

With a low sound between a growl and groan, he pulled me closer, completely molding my body to his. A hand slid down my back, fingers dipping under the waistband of my jeans. I wriggled impatiently in his arms. A huge wave of want was washing away all reason I had. All that mattered was that I was ready for him, and I wanted him so very badly.

I don't know how in the world our clothes vanished, but the next thing I knew, Hiei was on top of me again, and both of us were nude. Pinning my wrists above my head, he moved into me with a single thrust. Crying out, my eyes fluttered shut, a feeling of long coming completion hitting me like a sledge hammer. The sheer ecstasy of it lifted my back off the floor.

Then he began moving.

In and out, setting a hard pace, and I followed, caught up. Our bodies moved in tandem, he came down, and I went up, meeting with a sound of flesh hitting flesh. Sensations flowed over my body, unbearable sensations that were almost too sharp and pleasurable. My hands freed themselves easily, Hiei's grip slackened by his intensity. I dug my nails into his back, raking downward. Blood welled in some places where my nails had gone deep.

That small spark of pleasure was getting close to something. I could feel it. Something big. Every time he slid over that one small spot, it was like stoking a blazing fire. And that fire got bigger and bigger with every passing minute. It was uncontrollable, too big and too hot.

That something came like a nuclear explosion, and the world flashed white as I orgasmed, screaming. I was only slightly aware that Hiei came after me. It left us both breathing harshly, and me, at least, dead tired. He rolled off me to the side.

"Shit," I muttered breathlessly. That had been... well, fucking amazing.

I never even thought about rolling towards him and curling up ageists his hot body. It was a natural movement. I closed my eyes and for this moment, possibly the only moment I would every feel like this, I felt like my life had been completed, and that everything was going to be alright. We would stop Mizuru and seal Anexis and save the rest of the girls and free the souls of the ones who had already been sacrificed. For this moment, it could be done.

And I could be the one to do it, as long as he was there with me.

(A.N.) Please review, and I am really sorry for not getting this out sooner. My semester finals are coming up, so I snatched some time to do this. Thanks and much love to you all!