The Kiss

See Disclaimer on Chapter 1, you dirty bastards :)


Keiko gazed nervously at the blackening sky out of the passenger window of Kurama’s car. It was quickly filling with ominous rain clouds that looked ready to burst at any moment. Keiko just hoped that they reached Kurama’s house before they did.

Ten minutes later, Keiko’s prediction came true when the heavens opened up and released a massive downpour on them. Luckily they were close to Kurama’s apartment so they didn’t have to spend too long driving in the horrible weather.

Pulling into the driveway of his apartment, Kurama parked his car and turned to her.

“I'm going to go unlock the door first and then come and get you, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to escape without getting a little wet,” he said apologetically.

Keiko eyed the heavy raindrops dubiously. “I'll be alright I think, but your going to get soaked!”

Kurama just smiled softly as he moved to get out of the car. "That’s alright, at least here I can change my clothes.”

Keiko’s stomach fluttered heavily as, for some reason, her mind's eyes conjured up a picture of a wet Kurama crawling out of his clothes. Watching a blurry view of his form through the window, Keiko let her mind wander unchecked for an instant.

Kurama standing in the middle of his dark bedroom, beads of water glistening down his skin. Watching her with seductive eyes, he slowly began to remove his now see though white shirt, revealing the beautiful hard muscle underneath…

Suddenly, the door Keiko had been leaning on burst open and she felt a slap of cold, wet wind hit her in the face as Kurama quickly scooped her into his arms protectively and made a dash for his open doorway. Once safely inside Kurama kicked the door shut behind him and made his way to his bedroom.

Keiko was slightly wet, but she still felt a few drop of water tickle her face as they fell from the strands of Kurama’s bangs. Reaching up a hand to smooth his bangs away from his eyes, Keiko let out a small giggle as he gently set her onto his bed.

“What?” Kurama asked. With his adorably bewildered expression, Keiko couldn’t help but succumb to another fit of giggles, this one much louder than the last.

Kurama quirked an eyebrow at her and went to study himself in the mirror. When it was obvious that he realized that his soaked hair was standing straight on end where Keiko had ran her fingers through it, he turned to her with a distinctly calculating look.

Immediatley Keiko’s giggles turned into choked laughter as Kurama advanced on her with the look of a predator, plunging both of his hands into her hair and effectively messing it up worse than his own.

Laughing down at her, Kurama lightly kissed her forehead, causing her desire to laugh to instantly disappear for some reason. “Serves you right for laughing,” he said huskily, his hands cupping her face.

Feeling delightful shivers running through her, Keiko gazed into Kurama’s eyes and watched them darken with an emotion she dare not name. For a long moment they stayed like that, and neither his hands, nor his eyes ever left her.

'Please, please…'

Unconciously, Keiko brought her hand up to Kurama’s face to gently rub over the soft skin with her thumb, much in the same fashion as he was doing to her. His eyes darkened even more and his mouth fell open slightly, making Keiko’s eyes drop to his now parted lips.

Mesmerized, Keiko slowly brought a thumb across Kurama's cheek to lightly trace over the outline of the lips that had haunted her fantasies for months. Lightly grazing over his bottom lip, Keiko marveled at how soft it was. Licking her own lips, Keiko felt the overwhelming desire to feel them pressed against his soft mouth, tasting and devouring…

Suddenly, she was moving forward, her breath mingling with his, her mouth achingly close. Closing her eyes, Keiko prepared to close the distance and fulfill her aching desire when a ragged voice suddenly cut through her trance.

“No!..d-don't…”

Shocked, Keiko’s eyes flew to Kurama's emerald ones. “Why?” She asked, unable to hide the increasing hurt she felt at being rejected.

'Oh god, what have I done? Why did I try to force him to kiss me? It should have been obvious that he doesn’t want to, afterall, he would have done it by now if he had! He would have-baka, Keiko!'

“I-I can’t.” He answered. His tone sounded strained, like he was having trouble speaking. All the while his eyes held a look of pain and (longing?!) that Keiko had never seen before.

This had not been an answer Keiko thought she would hear. Dumbstruck, she scooted closer to him. This helped to keep the embarrassment at bay that surely would have bombarded her in any other circumstances.

“Why?” she repeated softly, gently stroking his cheek once more. His eyes seemed to come alive with pain.

“I just-I can’t, Keiko. You-if I …” He breathed as he covered her hand with his own. His breathing was starting to sound a little harsh.

'He probably just can't figure out a polite way to tell me that he doesn’t want me…'

Keiko felt something very cold settle into her stomach, but she didn’t remove her hand.

“Is it because of me?” She asked quietly. Losing her nerve, her eyes left his and instead focused on the wrinkles in her skirt.

“No!” His voice growled above her and a hand under her chin lifted up to gaze into stormy emerald depths that seemed to flash gold. Feeling an odd rush go through her, Keiko reflexively licked her lips once more.

Kurama eyes instantly caught the action and to her amazement he let out a groan and buried his face into her neck.

Feeling his hot breath caressing her skin, she couldn’t help but gasp when Kurama began to passionately kiss the sensitive skin below her ear. Heat flashed through her, pooling between her legs. Kurama wrapped two strong arms around her and pressed her close to him.

Her mind was quickly losing its coherency as she gave into the sensations that she had only experienced in her dreams. Kurama was licking, kissing and suckling at her neck like she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and she savored every second of it. Fulfilling another long held desire, Keiko plunged her fingers into Kurama’s hair and turned her own mouth to his neck, eager to taste him as well.

As soon as her lips connected with his skin however, Kurama stopped his own ministrations. Keiko whimpered, but then she felt his warm breath fanning her ear as he spoke, his voice impossibly dark and sexy.

“I can’t kiss you, Keiko….I want you too much. If I were to take even that from you, I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop. I want to take all of you, taste and feel every inch.” Here one of his hands trailed a ghostly path up her calf and along her thigh, flirting with the edge of her skirt. “I have wanted it for so long, long before we even began dating in fact…” he confessed sensuously, “but I don’t want to take anything you're not ready to give. I want you to want me completely as well, and I am prepared to wait however long it takes until that happens.”

Keiko was breathless with Kurama’s confession. The heat inside her had grown impossibly with every word until it felt like her body was consumed with an internal fire.

Her brain was hazy with desire, all thoughts driven out save one that kept repeating itself over and over…

'Kurama… wants me…he-'

Was moving away from her, taking the wonderful feel and scent of his body away from her and she panicked.

'No! He couldn’t leave her! He couldn’t!'

“No! Please!” Keiko whispered fervently. Holding on to him desperately, Keiko stared into his eyes pleadingly. “ I- I want you-Kurama. Please don’t leave me.”

Lifting her chin up, she brought her lips to his, barely grazing them, begging for him to take what she offered.

Kurama stared at her in amazement. “I won’t be able let you go.” He whispered.

“I don’t want you to.” Keiko answered truthfully.

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Kurama felt something break inside him at her whispered answer and he closed the distance between them. Barely caressing Keiko’s lips with his, Kurama teased her until her lips opened responsively and she leaned into him, trying to get more.

Obliging both of their desires, Kurama plunged his tongue into her mouth, moaning as he tasted her for the first time. Settling himself between her legs, Kurama leaned Keiko back onto the bed as he crushed his lips to hers. Delving one hand into her hair, his other came up to massage her outer thigh. Keiko brought her uninjured leg up and rubbed it against him.

Kurama was drowning.

Every touch, every taste, every moan from her was something that he had craved for what seemed like eternity. Now that he finally had what he craved, Kurama’s famous control had snapped.

Wanting to be closer, Kurama ground his throbbing erection against her core, feeling sparks of heat go through him even though layers of clothing separated them.

Keiko gasped beneath him and he broke their kiss to lean back slightly so that he could quickly shrug off his wet shirt. Her eyes immediately opened at the loss of contact and she began running feverish hands over his slick chest once he discarded his shirt.

Capturing her lips once more, Kurama reveled in the feel of her hot hands roaming his chest and back. Lifting her skirt up, Kurama brought one hand up to lightly trace small circles along her inner thigh. Keiko moaned into his mouth and wantonly tried to shift closer to his hand.

Holding back a satisfied smile, Kurama brought his hand up further and hooked it on the inside of her panties, cupping her flesh fully.

"Kurama!" Keiko gasped, breaking away from his hungry mouth. Trailing kisses along her jaw line and across her neck, Kurama began to massage her firmly as he whispered in her ear.

“I’m not going to stop until you are completely mine. I want ALL of you Keiko. But first,” he ground out hotly, “I want you to say that you want me. I want to hear it from your lips..."

Keiko whimpered and pressed herself harder into the hand that was torturing her. Kurama shuddered and fought to keep some control. He quickly cut the offending garment off with his slightly elongated fingernails and disposed of it. Slowly, he slipped one finger inside her slick folds, resting his thumb against her clit as he entered her.

Keiko writhed beneath him, her internal walls clutching the privileged digit firmly. Kurama felt himself harden painfully at the feel of how tight and hot she was. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her right then. But he refused.

He had waited a long time, and he wanted to hear it from her

"Do you like this Keiko? This could be me inside of you...all you have to do is ask. Tell me... tell me you want me inside of you," he whispered darkly, licking her earlobe as he spoke.

Keiko's breathing was becoming increasingly heavy as he pumped his finger inside of her slowly, deeply.

"Aaahhhh, Kurama, please!!!"

"Please what?" Kurama growled, pumping harder.

"Ughhn, please, I want- I want you inside of me!" she sobbed brokenly.

Kurama froze for an instant. He had fantasized, longed to hear those words spoken to him from her for what felt like an eternity. Now her passionate whisper echoed through him and he knew that he would remember this moment forever.

Raising his head back up, Kurama caressed Keiko's cheek with his free hand.

"Look at me," he coaxed softly, trembling with the force it took to hold himself back.

Keiko's eyes fluttered open to lock onto his and Kurama added a second finger abruptly slowing his pace for a moment

"Don’t close your eyes," he asked and gave her a quick kiss before his hand resumed its fevered pace, pushing against her hips in a forceful rhythm.

Kurama watched as Keiko's mouth fell open in a slight 'o', but she never moved her eyes from his. He watched the emotions go through them as he felt her inner walls begin to tighten around him.

A moment later she rocked her hips hard against his hand as she came, her passionate glazed eyes trained on his.

He felt the spasms rack through her body as it shuddered its release. Kurama reflexively bucked his hips against the edge of the bed, straining not to come with her. Instead he withdrew his hand and brought his forehead to rest against hers, panting heavily.

His arousal was pounding through him like a living thing, and it was clawing through Kurama’s body, trying to release itself.

Closing his eyes momentarily as he tried to calm down, he was surprised when he felt hands fumbling with his belt.

Neither of them recovered or breathing properly, Kurama opened his eyes and looked questioningly into Keiko's warm brown ones. Keiko smiled up at him shyly as she continued to work his belt free.

"You still haven’t given me what I asked for, Kurama" she whispered throatily.

As Keiko's throaty whisper caressed Kurama's ears, the Youko spirit inside of him instantly surge forward, straining against its mental bonds to fullfill the girl's desire. Clenching his eyes shut, Kurama's breathing, which had almost begun to go back to normal, instantly became labored once more as he valiantly tried to resist the animalistic urges that were surging through him.

'Why are you even trying, Shuichi...you knew this would happen if you ever got the chance. Take her...take her hard, make her ours, the way you have always wanted too.'

Everything inside Kurama tightened as he felt her small hands work his belt free and she unfastened his pants. Before he could warn her, Keiko quickly sat up and delved one hand deep into the front of his jeans, firmly grabbing his pulsing length.

Kurama expelled a shaky gasp and threw his head back as her fingers gently stroked his cock. The pleasure that was shooting through him at her touch was maddening, and he didn’t know how long he could stand it.

Unable to take anymore, Kurama grabbed Keiko’s hand and dragged it out of his pants. Before she had time to react, Kurama swiftly discarded his jeans. Once he was done, Keiko had inched away from him slightly, disappointment and fear coloring her features. But the Youko half of Kurama, the part of him that stalked and hunted prey, had awoken within Kurama and they were now acting as one.

And they would not allow her to retreat.

Releasing a feral growl, Kurama grasped both of Keiko’s thighs and slammed her back into contact with his body. Her hot center was now brushing tantalizingly against his manhood and Kurama increased the pressure a little, moistening his tip with her arousal. Quickly he used one hand to tug her shirt in one jerk over her head, exposing the rest of her body to him before he brought it into contact with his own.

Keiko gasped, her eyes growing impossibly wide as he knew she seen the gold that now flashed in his eyes. Her lower body immediately tried to shift closer to his, to deepen the contact, but Kurama held her firmly in place.

“I will give you what you want…what we both want. But I want you to give me something first.” He whispered lovingly as he dipped his head and lightly swirled his tongue around one of her erect nipples.

“What? What….what do you want?” Her breathing was harsh and choppy, causing Kurama to smirk in satisfaction before continuing to suckle at her breast. After another minute of pleasuring the vixen in his arms, he raised his head once more to capture her gaze. Her eyes were hooded and heavy with passion, and Kurama knew that he would never be satisfied with just this, with just now.

But still, he had to know….

“I want you to tell me the truth,” he said softly.

This seemed to clear her mind a little as her eyes became more focused, looking at him questioningly.

“Do you love me?” He asked simply, ignoring the tightening feeling in his chest.

Her eyes widened in surprise and her lips parted as she stared at him. They stayed like that for a few moments until he was unable to bear her silence any longer.

That was answer enough.

Closing his eyes painfully, Kurama prepared to move away when a breathless whisper caught his ear.

“Yes…”

He froze then, that one word burning into his mind.

“Yes, I love you,” Keiko repeated, her voice gaining a little strength.

Kurama locked gazes with her once more before devouring her mouth in an earth shattering kiss.

Keiko’s arms wound their way around his neck and Kurama was sure that the wonderful feeling in his heart was going to kill him.

The heat rushing intensely through him once more, Kurama guided his turgid length to her opening until its tip rested inside of her. Keiko’s thighs clenched painfully around his waist as she tore her mouth away and gasped his name.

Latching onto the juncture between her throat and her collar bone, Kurama slid himself into her welcoming heat at an achingly slow pace.

Keiko moaned and snaked her arms around his waist, firmly grabbing his ass in an attempt to pull him deeper. But Kurama remained torturously slow as he entered her. Once he was about halfway inside he felt himself reach her barrier.


“Before I completely take your body, I’m going to mark you as mine.” He whispered raggedly as he paused. His canines lengthened and he gently scraped them along her delicate skin before continuing. “My teeth are going to pierce your throat, and then I will transfer some of my youkai energy into your body, binding us forever. Do you accept me as your mate?”

Keiko’s response was to pull at his body harder and place an open mouthed kiss on his chest before answering breathlessly.

“Do you love me, Kurama?” she asked against his skin.

Kurama nipped at her throat a little harder than before, trembling with effort to restrain himself from slamming the rest of the way into her hot body.

“Yes.” He confessed simply.

“Then make me yours. I want to be yours, Kurama….forever.”

That was all he needed to hear as he sank his teeth into her skin and marked her soul as his even as he marked her body with his own.

Keiko screamed as he buried himself to the hilt, clutching at Kurama desperately. Transferring some of his youkai energy through the wound to lessen the pain, he withdrew himself fully before entering her once more.

Keiko was whimpering loudly, pushing her hips against his, trying to deepen the wonderful friction that their joined bodies were creating.

Releasing her neck, Kurama laved at the skin with his tongue as he mindlessly drove into her body. Her peak was close, her body clamping around his with ever increasing pressure and Kurama struggled to hold back so that he wouldn’t come without her.

Growling, he reached down in between their bodies and stroked her clit, speeding up the arrival of her orgasm.

“Kurama!”

Her body clutched around him painfully, forcing a release so powerful from him that he tossed his head back and let out a feral growl.

Keiko trembled as her orgasm racked through her, her breath coming in heavy pants. Gripping her body tightly to him, Kurama let the waves of pleasure roll through him until they finally subsided. Resting his head against her chest, he lazily licked her sweat slick skin.

“ Hmmm…. I think….. I should try to get you to… kiss me more often,” Keiko laughed shakily.

Kurama chuckled as he nuzzled his nose in between her breasts, completely content for the first time in his life.

“You know, I think your right.” He purred.

And with that, the two lovers rested contentedly, relishing in the comfort of the others presence and the opportunity to express their feelings in full throughout the night.


*~End~*