Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ L'Amoreux (My Kitsunep4) ❯ L'Amoreux ( Chapter 11 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

L'Amoreux 11 (11-22 02)

I am reluctant to do this because of those memories
but Kurama is right, I can't waste time on a past I
can't change. I'm going to make new memories with my
beloved, and this I will do with utmost pleasure.

I licked his littler head to taste him and his musk
filled my senses, it tore a moan out of me and I heard
him sigh. That little taste of him made me hungry for
more, I took him in as far as I could, pausing at
intervals to let my throat relax, but I couldn't take
all of him. I swallowed and I heard him whimper as my
throat stroked him, his legs parted wider and one hand
caressed my head. I willfully dredged out those
memories of arousals I had serviced against my will,
the many times I threw up as they forced me to learn
to take them in whole. I had retched, at the filth
I've been forced to swallow, until I was too weak to
resist or care.

Those memories I wash with the taste and feel of my
beloved between my lips.

Hn, they actually taught me something useful.

I pulled away while I pressed him hard between my
lips and slowly took him in again. His pleasure roused
my own passion, but I kept my needs at bay, because
this is for Kurama, not me.

I squeezed him out grazing him lightly with my teeth,
his need is smooth and damp from my lips, warm, and
throbbing a rythym that matched the beat of my core. I
pressed my lips to his heat smoothed sac and gently
enveloped one of it's secret pearls.

"Ah! Hiei!" He sighed, his voice heavy with desire.

I wish I had more time...

I let his jewel go and smirked at his weeping need.
He's a monster and yes, the Youko was right, this
would have hurt me bad if I had insisted a couple of
days ago.

But I really don't care, so what if I get hurt? This
is my beloved and he's not forcing me to do any of
this. I need to feel him inside me, and I will have
him take me. I want him to break me so the memory of
him will supplant the countless days I've been taken
and broken against my will. Because I know that in the
aftermath, he will gather me into his arms and make me
whole again.

He hissed as I took him between my lips once more, I
bobbed slowly several times, loving the feel and the
scent of my Youko

I will always remember this, I have taken those ugly
lessons and used them to please my fox. I brought up
memories of Kurama and the wealth of skill he used to
make love to my need and it felt good that I can
reciprocate. I really wish I had more time, I'm sure I
can make the Youko cry and beg for his release,
there's so many things I want to try.

I sighed, let him pass my lips and looked up at my
lover.

He's leaning on his elbow, his head thrown back lips
parted as he breathed through them, his other hand
deep in my hair. He's waiting patiently for me,
offering himself, asking nothing. He looked down at me
when he realized I had paused, a question was framed
in his brows, and he wasn't asking why I stopped, he
wanted to know if I was alright.

That will always be the biggest difference between
them and my Kurama. My well being is always foremost
in his mind.

"Hiei." he whispered, and his eyes told me I needn't
explain where I got my skill and that he understood
what I was doing. I nuzzled the nest of silver and
steel curls, moved up and away to one side where
there's little hair and without warning bit him.

He yelped in surprise, I did not let go, I did as he
did and gnashed my, teeth scissoring them.

His warm blood filled my mouth, I was intoxicated by
it's heady richness. I groaned and sucked viciously,
his legs and stomach muscles tensed as he hissed in
pain. His blood taste different, it's stronger,
seemingly heavier than Shuichi's. I could feel his
arousal next to my ear begging for attention, pleading
me to let him come.

I want that taste too, that sweet, salty cream heavy
with Kurama's scent. I held him in a tight grip and
began pumping him. I heard a muffled scream, I stroked
him faster. His back arched, his legs twitched, and
when he was near the edge I let the wound go and
swallowed his need as far as I could, I heard another
muffled scream and that cream I wanted filled my
mouth. There was a lot, I tried to swallowed every
drop but some escaped me, I had to lick down his shaft
to get them all. I left some of his seed in my mouth
and sucked on the nasty looking wound I made.

I was right, they taste really good mixed together.
It made me smile, this is the true taste of Youko
Kurama. I licked my lips and saw Kurama blinking at
the ceiling gasping raggedly, sweating profusely. His
hair is stuck to his face, his neck glistened with
sweat and his thighs quivered involuntarily, he was
swallowing hard with his forearm over his head and a
hand over his own mouth. I crawled up until I could
straddle his belly.

He blinked up at me his chest heaving, he is fighting
to get his bearings. I leaned down to look into his
golden eyes, my nose mere millimeters from his face,
his ragged breathing was slowly calming down.

"Holy shit." he gasped out "Kisama! Hiei!"

I dipped my fingers on my still bleeding wound and
painted his lips red with them, then I kissed him and
let him taste his blood and his seed. I sucked on his
lips, pushing my tounge into his mouth tasting my own
blood. He groaned as he locked one arm around my waist
and the other hand grabbed the hair at the back of my
head. My confined need was pressed between us and it
hurt me, his kiss is rough, ravenous, as if he wants
to devour me.

We were out of breath but he won't let my lips go, he
pulled on my belt seeking to free my aching need,
which I am sure he can feel on his belly. I pulled
away from his lips and struggled in his arms. He let
me go instantly, hands up in a gesture of surrender,
his expression asked me if I was alright.

Hn, that made me smile, I took his hands and put them
together. "Later," I kissed his fingetips "you will
satisfy my need later. Right now your late, they are
counting on you."

He looked at me with rebellion clear in his eyes, I
glared back at him to quell his protest, he crosssed
his arms and frowned his defiance, I raised my
eyebrows and crossed my arms challenging him to defy
me. He growled in defeat and looked at the ceiling
"Hn, fine." he uncrossed his arms and gave me a smirk
"Dammit Hiei do you know who you sound like?" he
asked.

"Who?"

"You sound like Shuichi." he said still frowning.

I stood up, crossed my arms over my chest and while
staring down at him, imitated the way he speaks.
"You've got a problem with that baby?"

He gave me a weird look, then he put his forearm over
his eyes and began laughing. "Damn you Hiei." he said
his tone full of affection, I finally got the smile I
wanted. And the irony of what he said was not lost on
me, I'm the one who curses him all the time.

He sat up, his hands wandered to my behind and
squeezed them. He looked at me his eyes heavy with
lust "Do I have to?" He asked petulant "All I want to
do is stay here and get fucked by you."

His words almost made me loose it. We were going
about this like the posibility of me taking the Youko
did not exist. But now that he offered I was tempted
to make him stay here and do just that.

To finally make love with Youko Kurama to make the
Youko spread his legs for me, and ME entering him. I
shuddered not because I'm cold or afraid but because
my desire had become a beast I couldn't barely
control. I could almost see him in my mind's eye, his
silver hair spread out on the crimson and gold sheets,
legs parted inviting me, lips parted, dusky rose
nipples hard and pebbled. His hand stroking that
pulsing length...

Kisama! His horny nature IS rubbing off on me!

I closed my eyes and wiped my mind clear, I took a
deep breath and struggled to reign in my body's
response. It took me a while and Kurama saw me
fighting my need, his hands moved from my behind to
link around my lower back. He's respecting my
decition.

"Kurama, your the one who said we should value our
friends, we made new ones, I suggest we make an effort
to keep them." I opened my eyes and saw him give me an
exaggerated pout, "Not going to work baka." I said
with resolve, he puffed air into his damp bangs and
gave up.

"Worth a try." he gave me an impish smile "Yes dear."
he said in a sing song tone of voice that reminded me
of old married couples. He looked up at me then and a
dangerous glow was in his eyes. "But remember," He
pulled my hips to him and through my pants, gave my
arousal an open mouthed kiss that made me hiss "your
ass is mine tonight."

Ch, does he know he's eroding my self control with
his dirty talk? Dammit he does, he's teasing me!

But then I remembered his size and I felt another
shiver of desire/ anticipation/ fear run through me.
"Hn, don't be so sure kitsune, you'll have to convince
me first because, I want your ass too."

"Hm? Really? You want a piece of me?" He said while
he straightened out my belt "Top or bottom hmm, that's
a very hard choice to make." he looked up at me with
hooded eyes that made me afraid of what he might do "I
think I can get you on your back without much
trouble." he winked at me as he let me go and knelt
up.

Warning bells went off in my head, the Youko is up to
something! He could be teasing me again, or he's
planning some mischief involving me, k'so, whats he up
to?

His smile told me I'm in trouble. It also told me my
Youko is back to his old exasperating self and that
made me glad. What ever it is he's got in store for me
that 'look' made it all worth it. Of course, he
dosen't have to know that.

"Don't look at me like that." I glared at him.

His expression went from evil to innocent in less
than a second "Like what?" he asked and I swear if he
could, he would have created a halo around his head to
emphasize his innocent act. I crossed my arms and
glared at him.

"Really my love, your too suspicious of me." he's
unrepentant and that excited me, I wonder what he has
in mind for tonight?

He touched his wound and moaned, " Damn, I need to
clean this up, I can't have blood on my underwear. Let
me see yours." He said as he pulled my collar aside.

"It's fine leave it." I said batting his hand away. I
staring at the... what the hell is that thing he's
wearing for underwear? Kurama wears boxers like mine,
and he pulled his pants down to his thighs along with
'that' so I didn't see it... "What the hell is that?"
I asked.

"Hm?" he asked as he pulled up his stringy looking
white underwear. He smiled when he saw where my eyes
were stuck. "Oh you like my thong?"

I shook my head, I have to swallow several times
before I could speak. "It looks very uncomfortable,
there's barely enough cloth to cover your front and
you have that string riding between your cheeks."

He laughed as he stood up "Oh baby, the look on your
face was worth it." He zipped his pants close as I
blushed furiously, I realized I've been gaping and
swallowing hard because I was salivating. He kissed me
then and turned me around. He tilted my head to one
side before he gave my wound a final lick to clean it
then pointed to the bedside table "Your passes, ticket
and invitation are on that table, you need it to get
in. Officially the ball starts at 7:00 and will last
till 12:00 midnight, the show starts at 8:00pm, do you
need a bath? I'll get it ready for you."

"No Kurama I can handle it, go change your underwear,
it's stained." I went towards the bathroom "I want you
out of this room by the time I get out and," I looked
behind me as he rummaged through our luggage "I want
you in that thong again." I said before I closed and
locked the door.

I felt his pleasure at what I said, I went straight
to the sink and splashed cold water at my face. Kurama
is going to turn me into a sex maniac. I fought for
calm, I fought to keep myself from coming back out and
attacking him from behind.

The Youko on his elbows and knees, ass raised...
K'so.

I took a handful of cold water and dumped it over my
head. I splashed some more on my face till my shirt
and vest were cold and soaking.

Cold water dripped and made cold trails down my back,
I shivered and I concentrated on that. I pulled my
collar down and touched his teethmarks on my neck. He
has finally claimed me! He had made his choice and had
given me his mark. I smiled at my soaked and shivering
reflection.

His fangs left four deep punctures that still oozed
blood, and the large oval of his front teeth was
ground deep into my flesh by his gnashing. What a big
set of teeth!

I patted the throbbing wound, it's hot because my
youki had concentrated on that spot to heal the
damage. The shallow parts have already stopped
bleeding, this will scar bad, hn, perfect.

He is so beautiful, I've always held him in awe and
admired him from afar, he seems removed from this
world. A thing of such beauty cannot possibly exist in
this reality and yet he does. He's had many lovers
and many admirers, from his mind I caught a glimpse of
one he loved so much that he feared loving me.

He was... beautiful, almost as etheral and graceful
as Kurama. If it wasn't for his ears and the horn on
his forhead he could have been Kurama's sibling.
Impossible blue eyes... They were like day and night.
If Kurama was the full moon of the night then he was
the azure sky of summer.

I'm glad he'd been dead for a long time, because
Kurama still loves him. But even in death he is still
hurting my beloved.

Seeing the Youko cry in that alley grounded him, made
him more real to me, more flesh and blood. He's just
like me, strong and viscious when necessary but had
moments of weakness. He's not perfect, but he's trying
to be the best that he can be. It endeared him to me,
he's not something far and removed from reality but a
demon like myself with scars on his heart, and soul,
and mind.

But what am I to Kurama? I'm... small, everywhere...

I know he likes me as I am, he thinks I'm the cutest,
and it's embarrasing. I may be small but I'm not...
cute!

But I can't help comparing myself to him and his
previous lovers! My sex looks like a kid's next to
his! My mouth is small, my hands are small... my ass
is small...

I can't do anything about this. I think this is
because I saw his sex, I have never regretted my
height before, I was rather proud of my built. I wish
I could look him in the eye without craning my neck or
touch him without reaching up, or kiss the Youko's
lips on impulse whithout making him sit down, kneel or
bend over.

I wonder if he knows how my neck aches from all that
looking up? Perhaps, his neck hurt from all that
looking down too. Che, I have to fall in love with
someone twice my size.

But to have someone like that fall in love with me
and claim me seems... increadible.

I'm not- I'm not beautiful, or tall, or graceful or
the most powerful, but he saw something in me he
really liked. I know he loves me absolutely but I keep
comparing myself to them.

Yomi and Yusuke.

Yusuke and Kurama, it still makes me jealous but it
was Yusuke who told me that Kurama wants me and not
him. Yomi and Kurama, they go back a long way, hn,
oddly enough I want to gloat in front of Yomi, that I
have Kurama and not him.

That he marked ME and not them.

I pressed the wound on my neck willing back the
memory of his teeth grinding my flesh. He has chosen
me, he has truly become my husband, I'll gladly bear
his mark, my Kurama.

I felt him leave the rooms with a spring to his
steps, the doors closed and the locks clicked. Hn, I
have succeded in cheering him up.

I recalled the way the Youko treats me, how he
carries me and kisses the center of my chest, how he
nuzzles my neck or gives me that adoring look.

Alright, I will do anything to remain by his side, I
will even accept the way he treats me like a child. If
he thinks I'm cute so be it, if he thinks I'm cuddly
I'll accept that, it hurts my pride but what is pride
as long as I have him.

Anyway, he is careful in public, he treats me
defferentially, he kneels in front of me and kisses my
hand. He acts almost like a body guard.

Yes, even my pride as a man I will give to Kurama
because I can trust him with it. I-I can trust him
completely.

Ch, I didn't have to think of this with Shuichi.

I left my wound alone, it throbbed an ugly painful
rythym and I'm sure my bite on his crotch will remind
him with every beat of his core to whom that thing
belongs to. I smirked at myself, proud of what I've
done, he will be mad at me tonight.

I took my clothes off and went into the tub I never
drained nor turned off since this morning. It was
warm, but not warm enough, so I heated it as I settled
against a set of agitators.

Memories of Kurama waking me with his touch,
recieving him while I'm still half asleep, his
drifting thoughts I couldn't catch, his silent self
coming out to kiss me, the warmth of his kiss as he
left my arms, the scent of his rose next to me, lunch,
the tears sold, acquaintances made, plans for the
night, fighting a gang, catching an Oni, changing our
perspectives for living, swallowing him, learning his
taste, getting his mark... I sighed and closed my
eyes, it's a long day and it's not even over.