The Naked Truth: A Discovery

The Naked Truth: a Discovery
By kauru_ryu

A/N: i post whole stories. Quite obvious innit? HARHARHAR. enjoy. laugh if you wish. i am trying. :D

~~ start chapter one ~~

He made sure everything goes to plan. No unnecessary pleasure, business as usual. He never did this out of boredom. Only when he’s desperate: for the heat, the money, and gratification. All in all, it always comes down for the money.

It’s been six months since he last had, and the heat was very much needed too. His own build-up of libido is not helping either. Going out like this wasn’t really a thing his mother would approve of, and certainly this course would make his friends bawl over and puke. It was dangerous, unethical and very demeaning, but he was desperate. He didn’t want to steal: that was a stupid motion, something his old self would do. No. he has changed.

Pride and honor is still his game but this was particularly interesting and quite a rush. A hurried experience; however, pain comes with it. Well, that may be it actually. The pain. He was not a sadomasochist in his past life and he definitely wasn’t one who would kneel and keel over for the pain, and laughing because of it. And yet, it always ends the same way: self-gratified, impressed, sore and blissfully forgetful of his special someone. Of course thinking about that other may send him to the territories of pain, not even tipping towards pleasure anymore. No, he didn’t want that.

It was an uninteresting night, but with an interesting event would soon take place. Daredevils would rather go jump off a cliff, and not do this. Yes, maybe that’s why he does this too: it may be an ambiguous and very different kind of honor behind lust. It sure is weird if you think about it philosophically.

Anyway, thinking won’t solve the problem. He felt the pain in his groin and he knew he needed to find someone fast, or he’ll lose the opportunity of this demeaning, unwanted, and yet ever-so-pleasurable game.

He walked in and smelled the human pheromone hanging in the air. Testosterone and progesterone filled the air. Ah, the sweet ambience of the old hangout of perverts, nymphomaniacs and those who suffer discrimination for just being on the borderline of gender sexuality itself: ah sweet scent of the geishas and the bloodlust. His old self would be dying to see himself doing this. In a brothel, ready to undress, and to equip himself with a strap-on, a dildo or whatever kind of a portable sexual device. He never knew he’ll do this again. He only did this once and not even in a brothel. He did go offering someone his goods, but this was quite new. He needed the satisfaction.

Youko never did this. Youko was a flirt, but he wasn’t desperate enough to go to a brothel. Youko was one who would flirt, but never near the edge of actually forcing himself to a lover. Youko knew to dance, and Youko very well knows how to go along and to set the trap, waiting to ensnare and steal the heart of some random hot chick. Youko knows more, but he was not a gigolo.

By the way he is acting; he knew he can’t compare himself to his old self anymore. But who the hell cares: this is passion and lust, an orgy one-night stand, of pleasure and self-gratification. Yes. This is very exciting.
The nest was big enough only to accommodate a hundred people, all that in two floors. The third is an open space where new love-struck lovers would eventually go, thinking that love is actually present between them. It is funny, how humans end up loving someone after they see how long your dick is or after they feel how tight your hole is. Now, he can say humans are dumb. But this is not a place for humans. Although you can see some of them, majority are like him, showing off their true colors – literally – or simply exhibiting their profoundly beautiful bodies in the slightest of ways. He needed meat, now.

He wasn’t a voyeur, but watching really made his ki flare up, causing more trouble in his groin. Finally, he can’t take it anymore: a beauty of silk skin and Elvin ears showed herself in front of him, after some poor human got exhausted of what she can offer. He knew it was him that can match up to what she has and maybe, he can even go over the top.

Instincts unraveled dangerously. She was a biter, and he didn’t mind; he even, liked the spike of pain in every movement they both cause to each other. She wasn’t the best, but for now, she’ll do. Her feline eyes shut tight as her head fell back as he entered her. It went for a few minute, him gasping, her mewing. So… She was a Felis after all.

He never really cared from which descent his new partners would be from, but the knowledge he has piqued the interest of his human self. There a mainly seven clans that has subdivided into many minor groups of demons. Only a few actually were purebloods. She was definitely a mixed breed. Not that he cares.

They reach their climax, and the scratches on his back drew blood. He needed more.

After that she was exhausted, and he knew he needed a better plaything now. His instinctive predator inside him was spurred to life. It was hunting time.

There were many delectable demons and human offering themselves to any man or woman at the moment. Either they’re showing of their sex or simply releasing their natural pheromone or… now something caught his eye.

Curiosity killed the cat, but he knew something about the one with two females. The creature –since he doesn’t know whether it was a human or a demon and whether it was a he or a she (or both) – was definitely, premium meat. A few times, the lighting allowed him to see the creature’s ivory skin. The mere flash of white skin tells him that the creature is quite expensive. He knew money, right now, isn’t important. He even forgot to charge that cat woman. Damn.

But thoughts came back to him: he was very curious of that creature. Whatever it was, it’s getting good pay or it was paying real well. His thoughts were halted as a sensation brought him kneeling. A son-of-a-bitch pulled him down, latching a collar around his neck, and voicing commands to him. Oh this guy’s gonna pay…

A few rough tugs and he followed the muscular body of his captor. It was a brothel after all, and it was definitely a catch-or-caught kind of area. Right now, ‘CAUGHT’ is definitely stamped on his forehead.

The gruff voice is back, and it tells him to service his captor. He knew, he can still be in control, but he wants this, a bit of pain would always be nice. The voice asked of him, some prices and they settled a deal. Time for sex.

The voice roughly grabbed his hair, pleasuring itself, while, he on the other hand, tried his best to take all of what is being given to him. The rough play gives him his pleasure, and it excites him as he knew he can simply turn this the other way around. Yet, he keeps on taking, slowly, faster, and ever-so-painfully slow of movements make the best out of the moment. A flash distracts him.

A piercing feeling suddenly stabs at his shoulder, and the voice suddenly becomes gruffer than before. It commands him, with its dangerously imperative tone, to fuck him. This does it. He knew that the pain he received from this voice is unnerving now, insulting. He liked playing kit and slave at times, but the role of master is his forte. A few quick moves and a swipe at the keys, and the voice which belonged to the bulky demon, turned him to master. The distraction that made the now slaving demon is currently his business.

He knew it was what he really wanted.

The slaving demon fell to its knees, its gruff voice pleading for freedom. He simply smirked at it and slipped a sprig of sleeping herb inside its pleading mouth. It slumped as soon as the aroma of the plant overwhelmed it, and being an opportunistic creature that he is, took the money of the now sleeping, tied-up, slaving demon.

It’s time for a new hunt for his new prey, his new intoxicating meat.

Youko is coming out to hunt now, and his priorities were washed away as he caught the wafting scent of his new prey, that ivory-skinned creature. It was truly intoxicating, its scent affecting the now fully-formed, butt-naked fox demon. Though a glint of emerald stayed in his eyes, his thoughts are of his old self now. He was neither whore nor customer now, he was a predator, and he will claim what he believes is his.

And that ivory-skinned delicacy IS his.

He walked around and his sharpened senses followed the trail of that pale beauty. Many eyes stared out to greet at the fox demon’s exquisiteness, his mere glance steals the heart of many. He strode on the floors of the nest, and the smell of the wildest rose in the Makai filled the room. Now every eye is on him. Even the humans cannot resist him.

All eyes feasted on him, and yet his focus on that prey of his never wavered. Unsurprisingly, only that prey of his is the only thing that continued on to maneuver its newfound sex partner. And that made everything clear.

“Hiei?”

That caught his prey’s attention. It snapped up it head, forgetting the mix-breed of a demon that is servicing him. The fox reverted to the redhead human, and it stared at Hiei with disbelief. He never knew Hiei would stoop to this level.

“Kurama.”

The prey stated his predator’s name without much fear, but more of amusement. With the aid of the light, Kurama saw Hiei with no fuss at all. He saw him still in his pants, but with a busy mix-breed tugging at the fire demon’s belt. Kurama can see the calm of his friend’s face. He didn’t know this could actually happen.

All the eyes which stared out to him now returned to its respective partners, and the passing moment of silence was broken by certain moans and groans and noises god-knows-what. Hiei pushed the mix-breed off of him and went to the now slack-jawed Kurama. “Hey... You alright?”

“Hiei... I-I… Oh god…”

“Shh... Say a word outside this nest and I swear I’ll put an end to both of us. Now dress up. Let’s go.”

The calm and warming voice of his friend chilled him to the bone. Hiei’s indifference was gone and it definitely disturbed him. Out of the corner of his eye, he peeked at the fire demon who is currently settling something with the two female mix-breeds. Kurama unconsciously clothed himself, covering the glistening skin, and the blood trails on his back.

Hiei went back to him and tugged at him towards the exit. Tonight’s going to be a long night.

~~end chapter one~~