WARNING: Yaoi! Extremely suggestive!
Okay! Wow I got some alerts this week! I was so excited. Also this drabble is pretty mature, but seeing how I didn't mention anything bad, per se, I don't know if I should up the rating. Can I still pull off rated T? If and when you review give me your thoughts on that. I'm really unsure and I don't want to get kicked off FanFiction.
I've also changed the characters to Hiei and Kurama. I mostly write for them anyways. Bad idea?
This one was really... interesting to write. I didn't know if I was actually capable of it. But I did it! My Beta nearly died when I told her. Some friends really liked it, and that made me giggle. A lot. It's not meant to be dirty. It's supposed to be really clean actually. So no flames?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Yu Yu Hakusho characters named here. They belong to Yoshihiro Togashi and Co.
Control
When they had first started showing interest in one another it was like a dance. Each move was thought about carefully and executed perfectly. It was beautiful.
But at the same time incredibly deadly.
The balance was perfect and, at any given moment, it could collapse completely. With one mistake every wall could crumble down and they would both be vulnerable.
So they danced, a painstakingly, beautiful dance.
Until one unplanned phrase, one unplanned movement had decimated everything.
"You know I care for you far more that I would like to." Hiei had snapped after Kurama had teased him. There was a long, revealing silence. Kurama's room was suddenly loud.
Kurama had stopped thinking and without warning his body was acting of its own accord. By the time his mind had caught up he was acutely aware of his lips crushed against Hiei's. In a split second they had lost all control and their carefully choreographed dance was down the drain.
They both froze and they stayed like that, their lips pressed firmly together, for and eternity. Then just as quickly as it had happened, the shock began to fade. Kurama's fears and Hiei's social ineptness melted away.
Clothing was thoughtlessly scattered around the room and hands roamed each other's bodies as they writhed around on the bed. Short gasps filled the room and all reasoning was lost in the place of pleasure. Unrestrained moans escaped mouths and Kurama had a stray thought that he was glad that his family had left for the weekend. There was panting because it was rough and, at the same time, tender. They had abandoned one dance for another more intricate and ancient dance.
The dance became more hurried, frenzied until it came to an end in one dazzling move of skill on Kurama's part.
Their first time together was not slow or fast, rough or tender, painful or pleasurable. In reality it was indescribable. It was pent up passion, tension and yearning.
It was an un-regrettable mistake that left each demon thinking that it should have happened earlier.
And as Kurama leaned back glistening with sweat, watching as Hiei fell to sleep, he mused that this was the first time he had lost control so completely.
It both scared him and delighted him.
This drabble is the product of Emily's self challenge: Control.
Review please! I want to know how I did with such a mature one.