Unwanted Feelings
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,508
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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WHAT IS THIS? AN UPDATE!? THIS EARLY!? I wasn’t even on the second page yet. That’s my alarm clock to update : When you’re on the 2nd page. This chapter is 3 times longer than the previous one. I did not realize my last chapter was only one page on word processing. I like to type in notepad because it makes things easier to read for me. I only use the word processing for spell check.
Gosh I think I have to start using dialogue in my next chapters. I suck at and hate writing dialogue. BLEH. LOLS. But without dialogue, there would be no CONFRONTATION! DUN DUN DUN!
Thank you to my reviewers: You’re all the best. =]
LittleKitsune
Yamistar
Lady Aqualyne
youkaiblood
Koorime1905
Unwanted Feelings - Chpt 3 - Love
Sweat dripped down a built chest as the figure moved. Muscles compressed and stretched as it jumped. Hiei was training again; to be weak was to be vulnerable. He learned quickly that weakness, vulnerability, and attachments led to one's demise. But he knew a storm was brewing, he felt the tension. The air that surrounded them when they engaged in each other was indeed very thick. A movement of his sword cut through the silence and rang throughout the forest. He raced the echo to the edges of the forest and back. This was the sanctuary he had without Kurama, a shelter. A shelter from his weakening. He could feel himself getting weaker; he could feel himself rotting away. But he was not yet old for a demon, it was his spirit. He felt himself softening with each second he spent with Kurama. He knew the fox had feelings for him. To him, Kurama was as easy to read as a book, but that was only to him.
The facade Youko put up was definitely a very good one. Being thief, this was certainly required. Not only that, but his promiscuous nature demanded the same. Everyone had heard of the Youko's sexcapades, Hiei was not an exception. He rested against a tree, breath heavy from his long hours of training. He looked up at the scarlet Makai sky. It was like this when they had began.
The sun was setting, only enhancing the redhead's rose-like beauty. Hiei was unsure whether to consider himself lucky or not. He had what most considered the most beautiful creature in the world, but then again, Kurama was known to bed anyone. Hiei frowned at himself; he had become such a slut. He melted every time he was in Kurama's arms. He went brainless every time the kistune entered him. He lost all control when he was buried deep within his partner. But when he thought about it, he was kind of always like this; it was the way in the Makai. He was doomed for this destiny when they had thrown him off of that damn island. That was one of the trials that showed attachments caused pain. He remembered clearly his mother's yells for mercy for him. He didn't want mercy, he wanted... he didn't know what he wanted. Something he knew for sure was that he didn't like this state of insecurity. He always knew what he wanted. When he went to the Reikai, he wanted the sword. When he fought Yusuke, he wanted thrill and victory. Knowing a goal was the most important thing.
The sun fell into the arms of the mountains and set, setting stars onto the sky. Red eyes stared into the sky. What am I supposed to do Kurama? You don't make our situation easy. He pretended not to notice Kurama biting his tongue during their sessions. He pretended not to notice Kurama's softer than normal caresses. He pretended not to notice that look in Kurama's eyes. But he knew damn well, Kurama had fallen for him. But being the self-righteous kitsune he was, he held it in to himself, not wanting to destroy the relationship they had. It was a smart move, because the Koorime really did not know what to tell his partner. Their time together was pleasant, but he wasn't sure if there would be anything more to them.
Lost in thought, he barely noticed the darkening of the sky, and headed to Kurama's house. He wanted to do something about this, but he wasn't sure how soon. He knew that if he dragged this out, more than one heart would be hurt.
His heart and mind fought with one another. He was so unsure. He still remembered scenes from the previous night. He knew that it was him who was going to submit that night. A quiet plead for Kurama to slow. His actions had been answered in a way only Kurama knew how. Each move Kurama made sent Hiei over the edge. A wild fire inside him burned when he was with Kurama, and it threatened to burn him alive. A fire which consumed his soul and threw it into oblivion. He still felt Kurama inside of him, his burning insides gripping his lover. Kurama rocked inside of him at such a passionate pace and had came inside of him.
When he had woken up this morning, the sun had barely risen. Looking over at the human next to him, he decided to wash and leave. Kurama had a habit of waking up, and cuddling up next to him. He knew because he had allowed the kitsune to do so. Kurama would only do this because he had thought Hiei was still asleep. He would move dangerously close to Hiei, and bury his nose into the crook of Hiei's neck. Taking in Hiei's scent, he would let out a deep sigh. It was those times when Hiei could felt the wetness on his shoulder, Kurama rarely cries. It broke Hiei's soul that he could not confront his partner about this, but what was he to say? He could not profess his love, life did not work out so nicely. Demons that had this factor in their life always met their end. It was taboo. And in all honesty, he did not know if he loved the kitsune back. But for some reason, tears seemed to form in his eyes too.
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The tears had stopped falling from Kurama's eyes but he still swam in his pool of sorrow. He WANTED Hiei and the Youko in him threatened to take the Koorime for him. He wanted to make love with the Koorime, and had imagined so. He stroked himself, imagining Hiei lithe body over his figure.
"Hiei..." he let out a breathless whisper. He knew the Koorime would be back soon, they always met around this time.
He saw it all so perfectly in his mind. They held and fit each other so perfectly. Light nips along the neckline and shoulders. Hiei's hands covered Kurama's shoulder blades as fingers dug into his back as Kurama marked his neck. He wanted him to be his, and to be Hiei's in return. Moans and screams rang through his mind. Hiei continuously chanted his name as he thrust into Kurama.
The hand around his length tightened and stroked faster. He allowed two fingers to enter his hole and moaned at they touched a certain bundle of nerves. He wanted Hiei in him, he wanted Hiei to make love to him. He wanted to hear Hiei fight back moans as he did his. He wanted to hear small whispers of love in his ear. And most of all, he wanted to scream Hiei's name out at the time of release. He wanted to hear his name slide off of those Koorime lips.
"HIEI..", a constrained scream. Even now he held back, and he did not know why. The water was washing away the evidence of his activities, now only lukewarm. He rested his head against the wall of his shower, staring at the showerhead. His chest moved with his deep breaths. He came out of his trance when the cold water hit his angelic face. He got of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked into the mirror and began to laugh.
"I am Minamino Shuichi, I am Youko Kurama. People say I can have anyone I want. The irony of this life." Hiei was the one he wanted. He didn't know how many times he had told himself that, he needs not to confirm it. His heart and mind both longed for the Koorime's presence. The bags under his eyes printed sadness onto his face. He could do nothing but look away. After he finished drying his hair, he left the bathroom.
Closing the bedroom door behind him, he looked over at the bed. They were there together last night, as one. Moving as one, breathing as one, and feeling as one. Another thing that bothered him had been Hiei's tired state, though he still preformed excellently. He had probably been with someone else before he came to me. Why was he getting so upset. There was no basis but sex for their relationship. They were best of friends with some benefits. Why would the idea of Hiei going to someone else for his sexual appetite displease him. Why do you keep asking even though you know the answer is because you love him. Kurama was seriously worried about developing schizophrenia; love was indeed a dangerous toy.
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A/N : WHOO. So what do you all think?
WHAT IS THIS? AN UPDATE!? THIS EARLY!? I wasn’t even on the second page yet. That’s my alarm clock to update : When you’re on the 2nd page. This chapter is 3 times longer than the previous one. I did not realize my last chapter was only one page on word processing. I like to type in notepad because it makes things easier to read for me. I only use the word processing for spell check.
Gosh I think I have to start using dialogue in my next chapters. I suck at and hate writing dialogue. BLEH. LOLS. But without dialogue, there would be no CONFRONTATION! DUN DUN DUN!
Thank you to my reviewers: You’re all the best. =]
LittleKitsune
Yamistar
Lady Aqualyne
youkaiblood
Koorime1905
Unwanted Feelings - Chpt 3 - Love
Sweat dripped down a built chest as the figure moved. Muscles compressed and stretched as it jumped. Hiei was training again; to be weak was to be vulnerable. He learned quickly that weakness, vulnerability, and attachments led to one's demise. But he knew a storm was brewing, he felt the tension. The air that surrounded them when they engaged in each other was indeed very thick. A movement of his sword cut through the silence and rang throughout the forest. He raced the echo to the edges of the forest and back. This was the sanctuary he had without Kurama, a shelter. A shelter from his weakening. He could feel himself getting weaker; he could feel himself rotting away. But he was not yet old for a demon, it was his spirit. He felt himself softening with each second he spent with Kurama. He knew the fox had feelings for him. To him, Kurama was as easy to read as a book, but that was only to him.
The facade Youko put up was definitely a very good one. Being thief, this was certainly required. Not only that, but his promiscuous nature demanded the same. Everyone had heard of the Youko's sexcapades, Hiei was not an exception. He rested against a tree, breath heavy from his long hours of training. He looked up at the scarlet Makai sky. It was like this when they had began.
The sun was setting, only enhancing the redhead's rose-like beauty. Hiei was unsure whether to consider himself lucky or not. He had what most considered the most beautiful creature in the world, but then again, Kurama was known to bed anyone. Hiei frowned at himself; he had become such a slut. He melted every time he was in Kurama's arms. He went brainless every time the kistune entered him. He lost all control when he was buried deep within his partner. But when he thought about it, he was kind of always like this; it was the way in the Makai. He was doomed for this destiny when they had thrown him off of that damn island. That was one of the trials that showed attachments caused pain. He remembered clearly his mother's yells for mercy for him. He didn't want mercy, he wanted... he didn't know what he wanted. Something he knew for sure was that he didn't like this state of insecurity. He always knew what he wanted. When he went to the Reikai, he wanted the sword. When he fought Yusuke, he wanted thrill and victory. Knowing a goal was the most important thing.
The sun fell into the arms of the mountains and set, setting stars onto the sky. Red eyes stared into the sky. What am I supposed to do Kurama? You don't make our situation easy. He pretended not to notice Kurama biting his tongue during their sessions. He pretended not to notice Kurama's softer than normal caresses. He pretended not to notice that look in Kurama's eyes. But he knew damn well, Kurama had fallen for him. But being the self-righteous kitsune he was, he held it in to himself, not wanting to destroy the relationship they had. It was a smart move, because the Koorime really did not know what to tell his partner. Their time together was pleasant, but he wasn't sure if there would be anything more to them.
Lost in thought, he barely noticed the darkening of the sky, and headed to Kurama's house. He wanted to do something about this, but he wasn't sure how soon. He knew that if he dragged this out, more than one heart would be hurt.
His heart and mind fought with one another. He was so unsure. He still remembered scenes from the previous night. He knew that it was him who was going to submit that night. A quiet plead for Kurama to slow. His actions had been answered in a way only Kurama knew how. Each move Kurama made sent Hiei over the edge. A wild fire inside him burned when he was with Kurama, and it threatened to burn him alive. A fire which consumed his soul and threw it into oblivion. He still felt Kurama inside of him, his burning insides gripping his lover. Kurama rocked inside of him at such a passionate pace and had came inside of him.
When he had woken up this morning, the sun had barely risen. Looking over at the human next to him, he decided to wash and leave. Kurama had a habit of waking up, and cuddling up next to him. He knew because he had allowed the kitsune to do so. Kurama would only do this because he had thought Hiei was still asleep. He would move dangerously close to Hiei, and bury his nose into the crook of Hiei's neck. Taking in Hiei's scent, he would let out a deep sigh. It was those times when Hiei could felt the wetness on his shoulder, Kurama rarely cries. It broke Hiei's soul that he could not confront his partner about this, but what was he to say? He could not profess his love, life did not work out so nicely. Demons that had this factor in their life always met their end. It was taboo. And in all honesty, he did not know if he loved the kitsune back. But for some reason, tears seemed to form in his eyes too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The tears had stopped falling from Kurama's eyes but he still swam in his pool of sorrow. He WANTED Hiei and the Youko in him threatened to take the Koorime for him. He wanted to make love with the Koorime, and had imagined so. He stroked himself, imagining Hiei lithe body over his figure.
"Hiei..." he let out a breathless whisper. He knew the Koorime would be back soon, they always met around this time.
He saw it all so perfectly in his mind. They held and fit each other so perfectly. Light nips along the neckline and shoulders. Hiei's hands covered Kurama's shoulder blades as fingers dug into his back as Kurama marked his neck. He wanted him to be his, and to be Hiei's in return. Moans and screams rang through his mind. Hiei continuously chanted his name as he thrust into Kurama.
The hand around his length tightened and stroked faster. He allowed two fingers to enter his hole and moaned at they touched a certain bundle of nerves. He wanted Hiei in him, he wanted Hiei to make love to him. He wanted to hear Hiei fight back moans as he did his. He wanted to hear small whispers of love in his ear. And most of all, he wanted to scream Hiei's name out at the time of release. He wanted to hear his name slide off of those Koorime lips.
"HIEI..", a constrained scream. Even now he held back, and he did not know why. The water was washing away the evidence of his activities, now only lukewarm. He rested his head against the wall of his shower, staring at the showerhead. His chest moved with his deep breaths. He came out of his trance when the cold water hit his angelic face. He got of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked into the mirror and began to laugh.
"I am Minamino Shuichi, I am Youko Kurama. People say I can have anyone I want. The irony of this life." Hiei was the one he wanted. He didn't know how many times he had told himself that, he needs not to confirm it. His heart and mind both longed for the Koorime's presence. The bags under his eyes printed sadness onto his face. He could do nothing but look away. After he finished drying his hair, he left the bathroom.
Closing the bedroom door behind him, he looked over at the bed. They were there together last night, as one. Moving as one, breathing as one, and feeling as one. Another thing that bothered him had been Hiei's tired state, though he still preformed excellently. He had probably been with someone else before he came to me. Why was he getting so upset. There was no basis but sex for their relationship. They were best of friends with some benefits. Why would the idea of Hiei going to someone else for his sexual appetite displease him. Why do you keep asking even though you know the answer is because you love him. Kurama was seriously worried about developing schizophrenia; love was indeed a dangerous toy.
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A/N : WHOO. So what do you all think?