The Consequences of Power

Warning: I am insane.

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Kurama carefully and quietly opened the apartment door. He poked his head in the door and scanned the area for Hiei. He’d been gone all day, rather than just going to class, trying to keep his girlfriend in the proper state of mind. He loved only her! Hiei was just some primitive foreign exchange student. Obviously. He slipped into the apartment quietly, noting the silence. He looked around and blinked at the entertainment center. Everything had been unplugged! He stepped closer for a look and noticed the beer bottle laying on the ground behind the TV.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, picking it up and knocking it lightly against his head. “Hiei must have lost his demonic tolerance to alcohol when he gained a human body. If he got drunk for the first time with no one here…” He got up and ran to look in the fridge. He blinked as he nearly busted his ass on the towel that lay on the floor soaked in beer, then frowned at the beer caps lying on the floor. Then he noticed the remains of his cucumber.
DamnDamnit! I was going to make some nori rolls for dinner,” he frowned, opening the fridge and taking inventory. Only four Guinness were missing. At least Hiei had good taste, he thought before shutting the fridge. He heard a low moan and stood at attention, looking towards the hallway. He walked into the back, peeking in his bedroom.

He dropped his books.

Hiei lay sprawled across his bed wearing black silk. The black silk pants were pushed aro around her ankles. A beer bottle lay against her thigh. But more importantly, her hips were moving. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her hips were gyrating, pushing up against a vibrator that was only a few inches into her pussy. He could tell by the quietness of the whirr that it was very nearly dead. Those batteries had been new. A dark stain spread forth around her legs. How long had she been passed out like that? He glanced at the computer, which was playing last night’s porno on loop, the volume low. An empty beer bottle sat on the desk.. Hiei started to moan lowly and quietly in her sleep, and he looked back at her as her hips started to tremble with an orgasm. He reached down and repositioned his cock, almost surprised to find that it was achingly stiff. His face flamed lightly as Hiei began her soft hip movements again, and at the same time began to snore softly. This was definitely not something he should be watching. He had just convinced his girlfriend there was nothing between them. He was not going to walk into this trap again!

He left thom aom and headed for the kitchen, deciding he would cook dinner. He pulled out the juicer and some tomatoes before hand, though, and made a glass of fresh tomato juice, which he placed in the fridge for later.


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“Mmmm,” she sighed, rol ove over onto her side as the pleasurable tingle faded from her body, and she tried to slip into a deeper sleep. The vibrator got caught between her legs and she froze. She didn’t remember that. She pulled it out and blushed the hard-core blush of the truly innocent. The vibrator gave a few final spurts and died, lifeless now. She dropped it next to the beer bottle and rubbed her eyes. She was exhausted. Her head was pounding. Her mouth was as dry as a desert. She looked around blearily, trying to figure out where she was. Her eyes caught the computer screen and she blushed with memory. She glanced down between her l the the sight of the large cum stain on the sheets causing her hands to fly to her lips. She jumped up out of the bed, wondering what to do. Kurama would be angry, and she knew she had nowhere else to go in this human world. She pulled her pants back on and set to pulling the sheets off of the bed, bundling them up. She didn’t know where to wash them, though. In the shower? She held the bundle to her chest and walked quietly out of the room. Her head hurt terribly. Her legs felt like they were about to fall off in protest. What had she been doing?

She heard someone shuffling around in the kitchen and went to peek into it cautiously. Kurama had his back to her, working with some strange human food. The sight of the food made her nauseous. She stood quietly, waiting for him to notice her.

“Good morning,” he said over his shoulder suddenly, causing her to jump. Shusheushed at the ease with which she’d been startled. This damnably weak body was getting to her. She held out the sheets.

“Your sheets are dirty,” she stated finally. The redhead turned, glancing at them and sighing. He pointed to the corner of the kitchen.

“Just set them down there. I’ll take care of them later before I do my homework.” He turned back to the food, rolling another roll with a deft hand. She frowned and stared studiously at her bare feet.

“It is my… fault,” she said finally, stumbling over the phrase she had never allowed herself to utter before. Kurama blinked and looked over his shoulder at her. “I would clean them myself if you would tell me how…” she continued, boring a hole into her feet with her intense stare. “I don’t want to be a… burden. I’m,” she paused, biting her lip, closing her eyes, knowing she would hate herself for this next phrase when she had her body back. “I’m… helpless in this body. I’m… afraid… of what would happen if you tired of me before my sentence was up.” She felt as though her whole body were blushing. She tensed visibly, waiting to be laughed at, and looked at Kurama. He was just looking at her evenly rather than grinning with the malicious look she would have suspected to see after displaying her weakness. She held a hand to her head. This was too confusing.

He ran one of his long soft fingers over her brow and frowned with concern. “Is your head bothering you?” he asked, not failing to notice that her eyes slid shut at his touch. She took a deep breath and nodded. He realized suddenly that her clothes were transparent as her breast rose with her breath, causing his eyes to trail over her body, across her breasts, her slim waist, her full hips… he bet her ass was nice in that body now too…

He took a deep breath and forced himself to step back, giving himself a shake as he opened the fridge and pulled out the glass of tomato juice.

“Here,” he said, offering it to her, “This will settle your stomach and take care of the dehydration. Sit at the bar while I finish dinner.” He indicated a high stool on the other side of the kitchen counter and turned back to his work. She stood, holding the glass and trying to understand what had just happened. He had not laughed at her. He had instead touched her in a way that was… strange… and actually shown… was it concern? No one had ever shown concern for her before. She blinked her eyes several times. She slowly moved and pulled herself up onto the stool, setting her glass on the counter before making a cushion of her arms and laying her head down. It hurt too much for another drink.

Kurama stared at his food as he made it, deep in thought. Hiei had actually admitted to a weakness. He’d actually offered to help, and admitted to possible consequences to his actions. He—no, SHE, had seemed subdued. She’d seemed confused by his concern. Was it possible that Hiei was simply more fragile than anyone had ever thought? He finished the rolls and set them out onto two plates, turned around, and shook his head. She was fast asleep, her glass untouched. He touched her shoulder, causing her to look up groggily.

“Please take at least three sips, and then you can go to sleep,” he compromised, pushing the glass closer to her. She peered at the glass suspiciously, then took a cautious sip. The tomato juice flowed thickly and coolly down her throat, coating her stomach in a comforting layer. She nodded sleepily and quickly finished the rest of the glass, pushed it back out of her way, lay her head down, and went back to sleep.

Kurama raised an eyebrow and stepped around the counter. He lifted her gently off of the stool and into his arms, holding her against his chest as he carefully walked her over to the couch. He lay her on ton the couch and grabbed the blanket, pausing as she curled back up and made a sleepy purr. Smiling, her tucked her in. He looked over her bruises and cuts, nodding to himself as he noted that they were already on the mend after the morning’s cleaning. He also noted that she apparently had not found his brush and decided he’d show her that trick in the morning.

When he sat finally at the bar to eat his sushi, he tasted none of it. He was lost in contemplation about a woman lying on his couch; small, thin, dark haired, and somehow suddenly quite lovely.