Wet

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~WARNING~ this is quite taboo it is not AU and the timeline hold true. This is a slightly more colorful version of Hiei and Kurama first meeting. The warning is Kurama assumed age. Without much thinking I do believe my muse just made me write a bit of shota. If you are still willing to corrupt your mind a bit further please do read on.~

“Where is he?” the demon growls straining his Jagan eye past the borders of his own world to cross into the territories of the human world. After years of searching the vast demon plains he acquired the information from a few willing apparitions.

“She has been taken to the human world,” they would stutter and grovel pleading for their pathetic lives.

Hn, his thoughts full of despise, half assed information from the lives of a half assed demons. He concentrates on the flicker of demonic energy seeping from the human realm. He trys to pinpoint the exact location and succeeds.

“There.” he states in a huff before vanishing.

A lone youth walks along a brick wall running his fingers softly over the rough uneven surface of the bricklayer’s masterpiece. The grass sways against the wind just to acknowledge his presence. He watches, as the Sakura blooms open simply by his will despite their young under developed state. The early evening sun paints the sky with shade of crimson and violet. Soft hues and sweet fragrance danced in front of him until the feel of cold steel against his neck and the smell of blood invading his tender senses shatter the ballet.

“What have you done to her you demon?” The voice on the other side of the long blade growls in discontent.

The young boy jumps back and instinctively falls into a fighting stance. His green eyes quickly scan the surroundings for a weapon. The soft grass calls to him as he pulls a single blade from the earth. “Blade sword.” he whispers. A warm sensation courses throughout his boy as the harmless piece of grass hardens and elongates into weapon able to rival any steel. His straight red hair willfully disobeyed his mothers soft brush strokes and falls into his face tickling the brim of his nose. His hastened breath fluttered the wisps of hair as he stared in to the eyes blood red eyes of his solemn face attacker.

“I know not of who you speak.” He calmly says looking into the hypnotic glow of an amethyst eye placed perfectly centered of the unknown demons forehead.

“Lies.” The dark attacker growls before launching a swift assault.

Taken back by this super human speed the younger of the two quickly raises his own made sword in defense the brunt of the force knocks the two opponents back. Slightly shaken but still under the utmost composer the more than human child stares menacing at his attacker. A pool of blood slowly forms beneath the swaying demon. I foreign curse is heard before all three eyes flutter back as he fell in a heap of unconsciousness.

The brash demon sleeps on white sheet. His wounds wrapped in fresh bandages carefully tended by skillful hands. Emerald eye scan and scour every exposed inch of flesh search for any missed wounds.

“Who are you searching for and would they approve of the way you are sacrificing your body?” He whispers both in disbelief of rashness and admiration of strength.
The contouring muscles, the rise and fall of this demon’s chest as each breath is drawn in and released memorizes him. The darkness of his nipples as they slowly harden in the cool breeze of the room. The dip of his naval before the thin line of onyx colored hair disappears below black pants secured by three cursed white belts.

“So powerful.”

Timid hand tremble like fallen leaves as they slowly inch closer to their final destination Curiosity over comes fear as tender fingertips dance surreally over warm flesh. The phantom touch becomes more substantial as curiosity develops into need than rages into desire. His fingertips wander more boldly playing dangerously with the sleeping demons nipples, scratching soft line as his fingers travel downward. Sneaking below the first belt beyond what young eyes could see. Seeking fingers soon find themselves in soft curls. He quickly pulls back not quite sure if he is ready for such an intimate exploration but his desires boil within him as he begins to feel the presence of another being seeping into his body. His eyes flicker from ivy to gold.

“More.” The voice whispers in his head. His body seems to move on it’s own will. He crawls onto the small bed straddling the resting ones waist.

“More.” the voice repeat. He gently lowers his body pressing comfortably into a warm chest as his nose and lips brush the underside of the desired one’s neck.

“More.” The voice whimpers as pink tongue samples the flesh before him. Timidly at first then with wanton abandonment as tiny licks turn into moaned filled sucks and nibbles.

“More.” the voice growls as green eyes flecked with overpowering gold roll back absently back.

A small whimper escapes his parted lips. The harsh realization that the demon he was feasting upon had awoken was not noted until he is flat on his back with a bandaged forearm pressed into in upper chest.

“I…I” the flustered youth shuddered.

“You play a dangerous game little one.” The fully alert demon whispers into the soft shell of the blushing boys ear. “Exactly what were you doing?” he questions rhetorically as his hand wanders down with out the timid hesitation of inexperienced naivety. His hand seeks and finds exactly what it is looking for. His fingers encase the prize with shocking passion as it slides up and down at a slow pace. The boy’s hips move on their own accord as pink cheeks deepen in hue with every tug and gasping breath.

His other hand works on the removal of clothes as his teeth and tongue break down any possible barriers. This blossoming half demon would be his.

“Sit up,” he commands. And the commanded crawls to the edge of the bed. He sits and waits to blindly follow his next order.

He crawled behind the completely naked boy his dressed state rubbed roughly against the other soft skin. He lifts the boy up roughly and places him on his lap. His palm slaps the fleshy hip of his prey.

“Open.”

Creamy thighs open shamelessly. Fingertips play and pinch his fully engorged cock. Milking sounds of pleasure and pain.

“Do you like?” the controller whispers into his ear of his captive.

His head lulls back body lost in an emotion never felt or dreamed of. The curling and flexing of fingers against anything they could grasp is his only response. His once prized abilities in articulation and poise have all but been forgotten.

The playing demon’s arm wrapped possessively around the panting youth‘s slim waist, pulling him in closer grinding his clothed cock between happily parting ass cheeks. He growls in frustration as the sweetness of the boy’s boiling nectar fills his sense.

Movements become erratic as hips thrust back trying to match the quickening pull on his taut male hood. Golden eyes gleamed then cloud over as he watches the redden tip of his own cock disappear than reappear gulfed in the tight circle of calloused palms and magically fingers.

“Fuck me.” he pants. The words drip like melted butter off his lobster red tongue. His still glances around unconvinced it was truly his mouth that uttered these words

The strong willed demon whom was set on the simple task of teaching this youth a hard learned lesson of seduction and self control was slowly being pulled into his own lesson Broken he slightly spread his own leg in a form of support before push the red head straight over jack-knife style. The slight opening and closing of a virgin tight ring beckons him. He quickly reached for his first belt. His mind lost in a daze as erotic thoughts of his shaft gliding with the perfect amount of friction in and out of this ring of perfection displayed so willingly before him. He quickly shakes his head stealing himself. His hand still pumping the pulsation and steady leaking shaft. He dips his own middle finger into his mouth slicking the digit. With no verbal warning he slides his finger completely in. Perfectly clean and manicured nail claw with animalistic fervor at the wooden flooring. The invading finger probes and pokes, knuckles pressing hard against filleted cheeks until final the exploring touch brushes against a bundle of precious little nerve ending. With each tap the half-human body convulses uncontrollably until the metaphoric damn breaks. His essence spills out in thick milky ropes covering his chest and dribbling down his chin past his lips into his own gapping mouth, all the while the muscles deep within clamp down ferociously holding the finger in place. Not at all sated but satisfied with the out come he gently slides his finger out of the warm cavity of the emerald eye beauty and carefully place him on his bed.

Ruby eyes almost seem to gaze lovingly over the resting form as small shudders of pleasure gently shakes his recovering body. He dresses himself quickly fastening his sword to his hip by sliding it carefully between the first and third belts.

“What is your name?” A timid voice asks his head still to weak to rise from the softness of the mattress. His own stickiness painting his chest and thighs

Giving a name was not in the original plans of search and destroy but neither was finding and pleasuring such a beautiful creature. He absentmindedly licks his finger briefly reliving the whole experience once more.

“Hiei.” he replies before disappearing into the night.

The boy sighs in content as his eyes close the name hums in his mind.

“Hiei” he repeats in a whisper as he drifts off into a deep slumber.