Chapter 5 - The Jury is Out.

Once more I wish to set forth fair warning to my more sensitive readers. This particular chapter contains mature content. Music recommendation: Esthero - Nearly Civilized.

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(Somewhere in Botan's imagination)

Now it was Hiei who lay on his back, clothing nowhere to be found on either of them, their bare bodies bathed in the bluish moonlight. Botan released a long yawn of arousal as she crept over Hiei, arching her back downward to press her body full length against his. Her breasts making contact with his soft, inviting skin, then her tummy, as she pushed herself up against him. Once her eyes were level with his, she inhaled through clenched teeth as she rested down against him, and felt the stern ridges of his manhood nestled against her lower stomach. She smiled seductively at Hiei, his eyebrows raised in delightful awe at how intrepid she was. She tilted her body to the side just enough to allow her hand passage down his tight, warm body. Her fingers slithered down his stomach as she explored his finely tuned muscles. Tracing the crease at his hip, which led her fingers to his anxious cock. She tilted even more to the side, allowing it to spring to life so that she could wrap her graceful fingers around the rigid shaft. A subdued 'mmm' vibrated from her throat when she began guiding his organ through her careful grip. Her eyes briefly took a look down and viewed her work, as well as the piece of Hiei she held captive in her hand, before she returned her eyes to his with the corners of her mouth turned up. He grinned back at her, pleased with her coaxing grip that teased his milky pre-cum from him.

Then she shifted. Straddling Hiei, she lowered herself down just enough to bring the head of his manhood in contact with her lower lips. For his visual stimulation, she rocked her hips back and forth on his already pre-cum covered tip, holding it in place with her left hand. With her right hand, she felt up her body, stroking herself, wrapping herself in her own caresses. The top of his cock was now covered in her own cream as it throbbed between her lips. As if stirring her up, it only caused her to cream that much more. "Ahh," was the only thing she could say as she rolled her head back allowing her eyes to ease shut so she could focus on the texture of the man so close to penetrating her. She felt his hands curve around her hips, wanting to control her, massaging her hips with his thumbs. She opened her eyes again when she leaned back, supporting herself on her arm, to run her juicy peach the full length of his shaft. Her lips were now constantly spread on him, which allowed her to feel him in the depths of her sensitive fold. She felt like she might come with the next full pass over Hiei's now creamy cock, so she again shifted, removing her lips from him.

He smiled down at her, putting one hand behind his head while she retreated between his legs, bringing her lips to his lower stomach. While her right hand stroked his cock, determined to keep him pleased, she showered the area near it with delicate kisses and flicks of the tongue. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she looked up at him, watching him, smiling at him, showing him she enjoyed his ambrosial body. As he grinned down at her, she made deliberate acts with her tongue, allowing him to see every bit of what she was doing. Once she released this part of him, she brought her lips close to it, lightly kissing it, just enough to get the taste of it on her lips. The kisses grew deeper as she took more of it into her mouth after each time she released, stopping occasionally to circle the tip of her tongue around his tip, panting hot, heavy breath. She was sucking now, going down as far as she could, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, holding the rest of it with her hand. Slowly she went up and down the length of him, feeling the life coursing through his thick shaft, pulsating in her mouth. He held the back of her head, a gesture of domination, as she had finally caused him to lay his head back and enjoy it. She was doing so well, he feared that if he continued to watch it, he would come before he wanted to. By this time her own taste was in her mouth because she had run her tongue up and down where she had just been rubbing her peach. With her spare hand she cradled his scrotum, gently squeezing and massaging, rubbing her thumb up and down the seam.

Now Hiei sat up, propping himself on his arm, holding the back of Botan's hand, feeling his eminent ejaculation. The pace of Botan's suckling had now quickened. He looked down to watch her, her face, when he came. Botan kept Hiei in her mouth until she felt the first bit of explosion in her mouth, for Hiei had not warned her. She removed his cock, which glistened rouge in the moonlight, to place it near her breasts where she finished him off. Hiei gasped as he watched Botan tentatively get his essence on her chest. He smiled wide at her as she continued idly stroking him, thoroughly milking him, making him twitch. She took a sampling of his come on her index finger then sucked her finger clean. "Mmm, the taste you can see."(1)

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Botan's hand were still glued to her hips, still not losing sight of her goal. However, once she saw Hiei, she began to think that whole 'charge the problem head on' thing was a bad idea. What could she have possibly been thinking? How was imagining that scenario going to solve anything? If she could have, she would have kicked herself in the face because the badness of her idea finally began to sink in. Just as the gravity of the situation tempted her to recant, she reaffirmed in herself that cowering from the situation had not worked all of the other times she had tried. There was a long silence, the whole time she didn't dare look him in the face. Quite unexpectedly, Hiei got up from the bench, and walked back into the hotel, keeping his eyes on her as he passed. It was now that Botan's resolve came crashing down. What could he possibly be thinking now? Why didn't he say anything? Will he finally leave her alone? Oh, why did she have to do that...

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Hiei entered the Urameshi room only to find Kuwabara and Kurama, learning that Yusuke had gone off with the masked fighter. Kuwabara was still fairly unaware of the situation, but Kurama began to formulate the idea that something was going on. He gathered this not just by the way Botan had been acting the other night, but also from the bit of confrontation he witnessed between them minutes before when he and Hiei returned from observing the remaining fights. Kuwabara took little interest in Hiei's appearance, but Kurama watched him with a slightly concerned look. He knew how Hiei was, and feared perhaps he was being cruel to her. Though it did amuse him to see the harmless squabbles of the two of them, he thought to himself that perhaps he should try to be a voice of reason.

"You know, Botan is a nice girl," Kurama said, drawing both Kuwabara and Hiei's attention. Hiei scoffed at him, taking a seat on the cushy armchair she had sat on the night before. Odd for him to sit in a comfortable place, Kurama noted to himself.

"Shows what you know," Hiei chuckled at him defiantly.

"Hey! I won't stand by while you dishonor a lady like that," the gentlemanly Kuwabara challenged, still trying not to move too much after his chest injury during the second round.

"Kuwabara," Kurama said in a calming voice, insisting he needn't get so upset over the words of Hiei. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but Botan seems sort of upset. Perhaps you should go easy on her." Kurama very sincere, but now beginning to doubt Hiei would heed anything he had to say.

"I'll deal with her to the best of my ability." Hiei got up from his chair, and walked into the bathroom, the click of the lock soon followed. Kurama bit his bottom lip, not liking the calculating sound of those words, while he looked at Kuwabara. Kuwabara was quite confused, looking to Kurama for answers. How odd for Hiei to not simply leave out to the forest if he wanted to escape criticism, Kurama also noted to himself...

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All of the other girls simultaneously fell backward when Botan related to them what happened, in not so much detail. They only got that she had "done it again," although this time "it was worse," in order to spare poor Yukina any of the seedy details.

"I have failed," Botain said meekly, fitting a paper bag with no eye holes over her head. She felt quite miserable, and apparently didn't care who knew it. Yukina, uninformed about what was going on, was too timid to ask.

"This calls for emergency measures," Atsuko said. As soon as Botan peeked out from under her paper bag, she found a bottle of sake shoved in her mouth.

"Atsuko! Do you always keep one of those in your back pocket, or something?" Keiko fired at her from the couch, "that's no way to deal with-" Botan had finished half of the bottle before Keiko could even begin her righteous rant. "Have it your way," she sighed, washing her hands of the situation.

"Don't be so uptight Keiko. What's the worse that could happen?"

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(1) Sorry guys. This is what happens when you eat cereal and write hentai.

Alright folks, the saga continues. Thanks for continuing to read. : )