The Consequences of Power

Warning: Kurama and Hiei are so sexy that no mortal may look upon them without becoming extremely wet/hard. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: YYH ain't mine. Ain't never gonna be.

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The forest seemed to crawl with life. The dark and murky trees rustled and swayed in a nonexistent breeze. The freezing temperatures did not bode well for a lone traveler in the night. The distant screams of prey being taken in every direction foretold an even worse fate.

A small, thin woman sat huddled on the branch of a tree. Her hands and knees were scrapped and bloody from the harsh trip up into the safety of the branches. She’d never had to climb a tree before. She’d always simply… jumped… before. She’d tried her old skill only to fall flat on her face. She was now scuffed all over with dirt and bark. Her long hair was a complete mess. Her cloaks were ripped in numerous places. She shivered in the cold.

In a word, she was miserable.

A harsh wind flew through the trees, causing her to emit a short, soft moan in surprise as her nipples hardened. Again. Her breasts had been nothing but a nuisance. They hurt her back. The overly sensitive nipples hardened at nearly every disturbance, unbalancing her thoughts. She couldn’t understand what was so wonderful about being female. She suspected females were only trying to cover up their misery by claiming to be better than men. She suspected females all wanted to die upon discovery at birth of their sex.

She suspected a lot of things while silently trying to endure what had never been a problem for her before; weather and breasts.

She had discovered upon leaving Koenma’s palace that his guards had taken her katana before she’d been allowed to enter his rooms. At the time, that had not been a problem, because she’d had powers to back herself up. But when she went to retrieve the blade, the demons had looked at her, looked at the blade, and laughed.

“D’you think we’d risk Hiei’s wrath by giving away his sword?! Even if a pretty little thing like you were to blow me, I’d say no! D’you know man many seconds it takes Hiei to kill?” They’d laughed raucously then, inviting her to blow them anyways, making promises of the kinds of things they were all capable of. She’d, of course, threatened to kill them all, only to be laughed at again. With her face flaming with embarrassment upon realizing they were right to laugh, she’d stormed off, much to their disappointment.

She was hungry now. Without her katana, had had no idea how to kill an animal for dinner. She was clueless as to what plants were edible around here. If she came down from her tree she would be subject to all kinds of predatory demons and animals. She was completely helpless. But anything was better than going to the human world to have Kurama laugh at her condition. He’d probably even make advances—which she did not want! She scowled, ‘hn!’-ing and shifting her weight. Stupid fox.

She froze, suddenly noticing that the birds around her had grown silent. She strained her ears, listening for anything that would give away the cause. A faint rustling came to her ears, moving slowly closer to her tree. She scanned the area fruitlessly, cursing her weak eyes in the dark. The sounds were growing closer,. M. Maybe Koenma had been right. Maybe the demon world was too dangerous! She stayed as still and as silent as she could with her heart trying to leave her chest. A sound to her left… a sound to her right? Her eyes darted back and forth, trying to discern the location of the demon. If she could figure out where it was, she could figure out how to escape into the opposite direction. The sounds were more numerous, more spread out now.

It was in this moment that she realized fully that she was prey. It was now that she realized she had no hope of getting away. In one desperate attempt she jumped up and made to leap from the branch. It would bee been a fairly bad idea, but it didn’t matter anyways. As she got up, a tentacle wrapped around the branch and ripped it out from under her feet. She screamed as she fell.

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Kurama’s body arched as he let out a deep moan of pleasure. He was completely naked, reclining in his computer chair. One hand was pumping furiously at his throbbing, needing cock, while the other massaged his balls. His eyes were glued to the screen of his computer, watching his newest porno download. His hips were bucking uncontrollably as he neared his end. His breath was coming in ragged hard pants.

And the doorbell rang.

“Fuck!” he exhaled, slumping into his chair for a moment as he considered ignoring the door and finishing. It rang again and he slammed his fist on the desktop, growling irritably. He clicked pause on the video and promised it he’d finish later. As he slipped into some soft silk pants he entertained himself with the idea of his girlfriend at the door, anticipating his need to cum. That would be worth the interruption.

He threw open the door and blinked, his face falling visibly as he saw who his visitor was.

“Oh. It’s you,” he mumbled, turning his back and walking back in, leaving the door open. “The couch is right there,” he pointed. “There is a blanket folded up in the recliner next to it. Bathroom is down the hall to the left.” He walked back into his room, throwing himself onto the bed. Goddamn. Interrupted at a time like that for someone like that…

He grinned to himself as he suddenly had an idea. Something he hadn’t done in a few years. He grabbed the phone and dialed, listening rather impatiently as he stroked his cock through his silk pants. He loved those pants.

“Hey, Trish, this is Shuiichi” he greeted in his most silken, sexy voice. He smiled widely at the tremulous reply he got. “Have you ever had… phone sex?”


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Hiei stood shivering in the doorway for a few moments, blinking in a haze of pain at the back of Kurama as he disappeared into his bedroom. He hadn’t even looked twice at her, and in her state, she was surprised. The right side of her face and jaw were bruised and swollen. Her clothes were practically hanging off of her in shreds. Dried blood covered a vast majority of her body. Her hair was so tangled and mused that she felt like it would be impossible to unfurl. She finally decided she must just feel worse than she looked as she limped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her to avoid irking the headache that had claimed her temples.

She looked around for a moment, orientating herself, before picking up the blanket and gingerly lowering herself onto the couch. Exhaustion waved over her, and she eagerly willed herself into unconsciousness, but then she heard Kurama speak.

She blinked at the ceiling. So Kurama had a girlfriend? Why would that bother her? She was really a man, after all. A big, strong man. So powerful no tentacled demon could batter her to the point of unconsciousness and then just leave her for the wolves, just to prove he was bigger and stronger than her. Like some game.

She blinked again as Kurama started to moan, speaking erotic suggestions into the phone as his bed hit the wall with the gentle rhythm of masturbation. Her face flamed up. She really didn’t know anything about sex. As a man, she’d never even masturbated. She realized now what she hadn’t noticed before. When Kurama had answered the door, his cock had been stressing the soft pants he wore. And he’d not given her the time of day.

She rolled onto her side, suppressing the moan of pain it brought, putting her back to Kurama’s moans, throwing an arm over her ears to muffle the sounds. It was none of her business anyways.

Her exhaustion rolled back over her mind greedily, seeing its chance to finally take her for the night.