The Consequences of Power

Warning: Kurama’s still horny!

Disclaimer: I only daydream about it… * eyes dart *

Note to Peanut Gallery: Without buildups, a plot is dull and makes less sense. Build up chapters must be dealt with. * lifts her gigantic cast iron skillet * Just for the record, I am a chef, and carry large and more dangerous kitchen items than you ^_^ * rev her her 1337 5\/\/337 set of ninja chef knives * oh yeah, and insulting my chapters makes me drag my feet waaaay slower on updates * nodnod * discouraging the author makes nothing speed up! And without other characters, the story isn’t half as interesting. Finally, without the good examples (Evil, Kurama) of powerful people to balance out her impressions of BAD examples (Trish, Andy) of powerful people, Hiei learns nothing in the way of the lesson she’s supposed to be learning. Get your mind out of the gutter and try to understand my plot! HENTAI!!
PS: ;)


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“Can I sleep with you?”

Kurama rolled over, wiping the sleep from his eyes and looking at Hiei. She stood in the doorway in her comfy silk pajamas, clutching her pillow. He frowned and glanced at the clock. Two A.M. He stretched out tiredly and looked back at her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, patting the free side of the bed, indicating it was open to her. She slowly stepped forward, looking at the bed as she spoke.

“The nightmares came again. I didn’t have them while in the bed last night,” she explained, blushing with shame. He shook his head and pulled the blanket back for her to get in.

“Think nothing of it. That couch is probably just so uncomfortable it’s forcing nightmares into your head,” he began, yawning. Then Hiei snuggled up against him, her silk covered body brushing against his skin. He froze, wondering what to do about the sudden rush of heat through his body. She was snuggled so trustingly against him. Because she wanted him to keep the nightmares away. Nightmares of men taking advantage of her. He kept his groan of frustration to himself as he rolled over slowly, laying with his back to her, wondering what to do about the hard-on he now had. He took a deep breath and looked at the clock again. He had to go back to sleep, or he’d sleep the day away like yesterday. That’s right. Go to sleep. He reached into his boxers and readjusted himself, sighing. That had been quite a reaction. Hiei started to purr softly, throwing her arm across his waist and snuggling closer, her silk covered breasts rubbing against his bare back. He stiffened again and closed his eyes, taking a halting breath as his cock rose back to attention. It was going to be a long night.


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“Shuiichi! Are you going to sleep all day?”

That voice was incredibly familiar, and somewhat alarming. He rolled over, burying his head under his pillow. It was probably just Hiei.

“Yes,” he mumbled into his pillow, letting sleep reach back up to take him.

Hiei didn’t call him Shuiichi.

He darted up in his bed and stared, confused, at his mother. Shiori stood in his doorway, tapping her foot. Alarm spread through his body.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he exhaled quietly, hoping she didn’t hear the curse. “Mom! What are you doing here? In America? In my apartment? In my room? I’M NOT DRESSED!” He shouted, grabbing a sheet to cover himself and leaping to slam the door in her face as he suddenly realized he’d been laying on top of the sheets naked. What was she doing here?!

“I gave birth to you, Shuiichi, I’ve seen you naked before. I’m going to go start a pot of tea. You get yourself cleaned up and come sit with me.” She called through the door. He sighed and leaned against the door for a moment.

“People don’t just hop on a plane from Japan to America, then walk into an apartment they’ve never seen before, without calling. They just don’t. She’s been put on this earth to punish me; that must be it! In this world or the demon world, from one life to the next, nobody can shake me up like that damn woman,” he muttered to himself, looking for his boxers.

Where was Hiei?

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, quietly opening the door. He hadn’t heard his mother screeching yet, so she must be on the balcony. Every morning she went out there in her silk pajamas to think. He peeked onto the balcony, and when he found her right next to the door, he yanked her in the house, sho her her into his room.

“Get dressed,” he hissed, retying his towel. “My mother’s here!” He shut the doors and walked into the bathroom, sighing. Life shouldn’t be this complicated. It just shouldn’t. He shut the door behind him and threw his towel down. Turning the water on, he stepped into the shower and shut the door, sighing with relief as the hot water soaked into his skin.

He squirted the body wash onto his poof and started to lather up his chest. Had he not been awake most of the night, he would have been up far earlier, and prepared to deal with unexpected guests. But no, he’d had Hiei snuggled up against him all night, purring in her sleep. It was vaguely distracting. He lathered up his stomach, watching the soap slide down his skin. He’d never had this problem when Hiei was a guy. Of course, Hiei had never needed to seek comfort in his bed from nightmares when he was a guy either. Neither had he had those breasts. But he had always had those lips. Those small, sexy lips. He lathered up his cock, then his balls, taking a moment to massage them slowly. Those lips would be nice wrapped around his cock. He’d always thought they were nice lips, but now he realized he’d always wanted those lips. He stroked his cock thoughtfully. That one morning in the shower, he’d touched almost every inch of Hiei’s body. He hadn’t thought of it at the time, but now he wished he’d not been interrupted. He wished he’d had time to press his fingers into her pussy, to explore it while it was slick with soap. Running his hands over her wet body…

He began to pump his cock slowly, closing his eyes. Last night had been torture. Every time she’d shifted, he silk wrapped skin had rubbed against his, lighting his body on fire. For most of the night, her breasts had rubbed against his back in a way that made his blood pump, calling for more. At one point, she’d pushed the covers off, and began to shiver. She’s snuggled close to his chest for warmth, her hardened nipples teasing his skin. His cock had begun to throb needingly, aching for the release her warm body promised.

His cock began to throb now as he pumped it more vigorously. He leaned back against the shower wall, his breath quickening. He could see himself fucking her. That ass… it was so nice, so full, so round in those jeans. It had always been a nice ass, but she’d always kept it covered in those robes before when fighting. He wondered what it would be like to fuck a man, what it would be like to fuck Hiei’s ass as a man. To reach under him while fucking his tight ass and grab his cock, just as he was pumping his own now. His hips thrust back and forth, his back arching now. He could see himself cumming on that ass. Huld uld see himself cumming on those tits, that stomach, those lips… He jerked desperately at his throbbing organ, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could see himself fucking her so hard she screamed his name. Spanking her ass, biting her nipples. He wanted her to swallow his cum. He wanted her to walk in the bathroom and start sucking his cock now. He moaned deeply, tilting his head back, letting the shower spray on his engorged cock, moaning more still as the water splashed on his overly-sensitive member. His moans grew deeper, his hand speeding up. His other hand moved to stroke and massage his balls, forcing him to stifle a cry of pleasure. He envisioned cumming all over Hiei’s ass and suddenly came, his seed exploding all over the shower door. He had to clasp his hand over his mouth to stifle the cry that threatened to fall from his lips as he came. His chest heaved with pants as he sank back against the wall, watching the water wash away his cum.

He’d just cum while dreaming of fucking Hiei as a male.

Maybe he was, at least, bi?


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Hiei dried her hair the rest of the way with a towel. She’d been letting it dry in the wind because she liked the feeling, but Kurama had been quite insistent that she was not dressed properly to meet his mother. But didn’t his mother live in that other country? She shrugged and examined her clothes, wondering what to wear. She decided on the black ankle length skirt and blue blouse. When she was dressed she peeked out into the hallway. And met eye to eye with a young teenager. She jumped, startled, as did he.

“Oh wow, Mom! Shuiichi’s got a GIRL in his room!” he cried gleefully, looking her up and down. The adoring look that was starting to settle on the boy’s face made her eyes widen. She checked to make sure she was still wearing all of her clothes.

“Who are you?” she asked, confused. He’d said his mother was here. He hadn’t said anything about any friends. The boy stood taller.

“I’m Suiichi! Shuiichi’s brother! He hasn’t told you about me?” he frowned, huffing lightly. “Are you an America? Did Shuiichi teach you Japanese?” Hiei laughed a bit.

“No, I’m definitely not American. I never realized Ku—Shuiichi had a brother,” she looked up the hallway curiously. “Where’s your mother?” Suuichi grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the living room. She saw the resemblance immediately. Shiori sat on the couch, drinking tea. She set her cup down and stared at Hiei, a disapproving frown on her face.

“Who are you?” she asked in English, crossing her arms. Hiei frowned slightly at the English, fidgeting under the frown.

“Excuse me, but I don’t understand what you just asked,” she said hesitantly, looking down at her feet. That frown just radiated dislike.

“Oh, you speak Japanese! Are you from Japan? What’s your name? Are you my son’s roommate here? He never told me he had such a lovely friend living with him!” Hiei looked up, startled. Shiori’s face had completely changed to an expression of delight. Her eyes widened at the change.

“Um, yes, I am from Japan. My name is Hiei. I am his roommate…” she blushed at the compliment, looking back down at her feet. Suiichi jumped in.

“Shuiichi never told her about me mom! Can you believe it?” he asked loudly, nearly hopping with excitement. Kurama left the bathroom and entered his room. Hiei looked towards his room, wondering what to do. Suiichi wasn’t done talking yet. “I think Shuiichi fell in the shower. It sounded like he hurt himself.”

Hiei frowned, thinking about it, then blushed furiously, glad her hair covered her face. She’d heard Shuiichi’s morning showers, and knew exactly what he’d been doing. She coughed and glanced towards the kitchen.

“Have you eaten?” she asked politely, trying to change the subject. Shirori shook her head, then held up the tea pot.

“No, but I would like some tea,” she requested, handing her the pot. Hiei accepted it, heading into the kitchen as Kurama came out, freshly dressed and presentable. He sat next to his mother on the couch, pushing his hair back. He smiled at his mother. Suuichi got up and walked into the kitchen.

“Now tell me why you flew from Japan to America without even calling mother. And why on earth did you bring Suuichi?” he asked finally, after giving up on waiting for her to initiate the conversation. Shiori smiled back at him.

“My little Shuiichi is all grown up and has a properly demure Japanese woman at his side!” she exclaimed, embracing him. He blinked several times. What the hell?

Hiei stood in the kitchen, staring at the teapot. She had hoped Kurama’s mother would say, “Oh no, I’m fine with this tea!” She had no idea how to make more. She looked at Suuichi as he walked in. Her mouth nearly fell open as he knelt in front of her.

“May I worship you?” he plead, holding his hands beseechingly in front of her. She stared down at him.

“Um…”

Kurama got up and walked into the kitchen, finding his brother kneeling in front of Hiei. He blinked, frowning.

“Hiei, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, snapping in irritation. The last thing he needed was her acting weird. Suuichi suddenly leapt up, whirling around and sucker punching him in the eye, causing him to gasp with astonishment and fall backwards. Hiei gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Do not address my goddess in that tone!” Suuichi admonished, glaring sternly at him. Kurama’s eye twitched as he restrained himself mentally from all thoughts of the cocky boy being a puddle of twitching goo for daring to punch him like that. He reminded himself that Suuichi was just a kid. Just a kid. That fucking kid. He was going to kill that little fucker.

“Suuichi, why don’t you help Hiei with the tea? Shuiichi, come back and sit with your mother,” Shiori called, using a voice that allowed no denial. Kurama glared at his brother before walking back into the living room. Suuichi happily pulled Hiei away from the stove and took over, wondering why he hadn’t thought to help her with this before.

Shiori frowned at Kurama. “Shuiichi, I want you to try and remember that Hiei isn’t a toy.”

Kurama blinked and frowned again. “What?”

“I love you very much, son, but you are an ass. I have seen the way you have treated your girlfriends your entire life. You woo them, you use them, and you throw them away. I like this one. And if I find out you’ve hurt her, you will find that you are not too old for a whipping that will make you cry yourself to sleep. Your stepfather left us, so we came to America to try something new,” his mother finished, leaving him open mouthed. He blinked, shaking his head. He was certain his world was going crazy.

“So he left?” he asked, watching as Hiei brought in the fresh pot of steaming tea. Shiori nodded, holding out her glass. Hiei smiled nervously at her and bent to pour the tea, Suuichi standing appreciatively behind her. As she finished, she bumped the spout of the teapot against Shiori’s glass, causing it to fall and shatter on top of her foot. She whimpered, closing her eyes against the pain as she stood quite still. The tea burned her foot and leg while the glass sliced through her skin, opening up one of the large unprotected veins. She bit her lip, determined to be strong about it, telling herself she had suffered so many worse things before. But damned if it didn’t hurt. She exhaled slowly and turned, starting to hobble slowly towards the bathroom, careful not to spill blood on the carpet. Suuichi rushed to her side, exclaiming in panic that his goddess was hurt. Shiori stared, wide eyed at her, impressed with the almost silent endurance of the pain. Kurama immediately stood and stepped over the coffee table, standing at her side in seconds, halting her movement. He bent and scooped her up, briskly walking towards the bathroom, carrying her. Suuichi followed behind excitedly. Kurama lowered the toilet seat and set her down on it carefully, lifting her foot to examine it. There was a nice sized shard in her foot still. He grabbed a washcloth and deftly pulled the shard out, holding the washcloth over the fresh blood flow. He reached under the sink, pulling out the first aid box. He pulled out the antiseptic, carefully cleaning her wound. Drying it back off as best as he could, he neatly wrapped it in gauze until he was satisfied it would hold the wound properly. He then taped it down, clipping the tape with his teeth neatly. He calmly finished dressing it so that it would hold, then looked at her. She hadn’t made a peep as he worked. She was so calm, so brave. Hilediled softly, lifting her foot in his hands until it touched his lips with a gentle kiss. She blushed deeply. Suuichi looked like he’d been slapped. He helped her into the living room again and let her have his seat beside his mother. She smiled at Hiei.

“Is it bad?” she asked pleasantly, pulling her purse into her lap. Hiei shook her head.

“No, it’ll be fine in a few days,” she replied, examining her bandaging. Kurama was always a neat field dresser in battles. It figured he was even better when his supplies were on hand. Shiori nodded and stood, bowing to her.

“Well, I have an appointment to look at a house today. If you two will excuse me… ShuiicI wiI will be back to talk to you again later,” she said, headed towards the door. Kurama stood and opened it for her, frowning.

“Mom, why did he leave?” he asked, looking at Suuichi. He wanted to ask, “why did he leave his son?”, but that would have been rude. Shiori kissed him on the cheek and patted it before leaving silently. Suuichi blew Hiei a kiss, causing her to blush again. That kid was weird. Kurama shut the door.

“How’s your foot feel? Do you need a pain killer or something?” he asked, looking her over. She shrugged.

“I’ve had worse,” she said nonchalantly, looking at her foot interestedly. Kurama shrugged and went into the kitchen, opening a cupboard and pulling out a pill bottle. He took out two pills and walked back into the livingroom, handing them to Hiei. She peered at them strangely.

“What is this?” she asked, sniffing the pills. Kurama remembered that medicine in the demon world was always in its herbal form and laughed, going to get her a glass of juice. When he had it, he explained what they were.

“Those are hydrocodone. Pain killers. Put them on your tongue and use the juice to make them go down your throat,” he explained. She looked at him strangely, her eyebrow raised. He finally sighed and grabbed one of the pills, popping it in his mouth and taking a swig of the juice, swallowing. “See? Not poison. Just do it, you’ll feel better.”

She finally nodded and tried it. It took her five tried before it went down. She stuck out her tongue in disgust.

“That tasted horrible!” she exclaimed, scrunching her nose up. Kurama laughed and went over to a cabinet near the TV, pulling out a truffle from a secret box and presenting it as an apology for the taste. She clapped her hands and ate it. He smiled at her until he realized they’d just both taken hydrocodone, and it was her first time. He went and grabbed a few more, so that she wouldn’t be fucked up alone.

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The next chapter will follow on this one’s heels! (by this I mean tomorrow night, cause I'm SLEEPY!) ^_^ Sorry this took so long—I’ve been working on a project for DEX state competition, that needs to be done in less than a week. (And I’m right at the beginning. How fun.)

ALSO!! ---When my story is done, I will type “COMPLETE” in the description of the story. J