Two Months in the Forest

Two Months in the Forest
Chapter 7: A Puzzle

I do not own YYH.

Thanks Willow!

cillaxox: Once again it has been a long time, but like always I’m always back for more.


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It was late morning and the sun beat down hard, burning Kuwabara's bare back. He was waiting for Hiei to announce what they would be doing next. There was twenty minutes remaining in their training session and the apparition had every intention of using every last one of them.

“Prepare yourself, Oaf, we’ll be moving through the then sword stances.”

Kuwabara groaned in disappointment. He knew the movements by heart, but Hiei still insisted that he practice them. He didn’t know if the stances were real or if the apparition had created them solely to torture him.

The fire demon stood behind his pupil, so he could monitor the boy as he moved through the positions. “First stance.”

Kuwabara widened his legs and planted his feet firmly on the ground. He knew that behind him, Hiei was placing one hand on the sheath of his sword and the other at the hilt. Since the carrot-top did not have a normal sword he had to improvise, pretending that he had a sheath to draw the weapon from. With that done he then remained in place.

“Second stance.”

Kuwabara manifested his Spirit sword, drawing it from the imaginary sheath. He set one foot in front of the other as if he was about to start walking. He raised his arms and held his weapon straight ahead.

“Third stance.”

The carrot-top held his sword with a two-handed grip high above his head. It was a simple high guard, but to an opponent it looked scary as hell. As Hiei put it, ‘Intimidation is a key part of defeating an opponent.’

“Fourth stance.”

Even before his tutor had completely uttered the words Kuwabara began to lower the sword once again, holding the blade straight up and down and parallel to his chest.

“Fifth stance.”

Keeping the sword held at his chest, Kuwabara tilted his wrists until the sword was slanted diagonally. This was the proper way to guard his torso, throat, and head. It was the most useful position that he had learned so far, because during their sparring Hiei always went for his throat.

“Sixth stance.”

He didn’t even need to think as he moved into position. He automatically tilted his arms some more and leveled the sword transverse to his face just below his eyes.

“Seventh stance.”

Instead of changing the position of the sword and his arms, Kuwabara moved his legs. He placed one foot in front of other and slowly bent his knees, stopping once he was in a low crouch. If he was ever attacked from the air, this position would help block the attack.

“Eighth stance.”

Hiei watched as the young man assumed the position and mentally critiqued him. The carrot-top’s movements were still stiff. It was obvious that human was more comfortable swinging his sword wildly than moving with grace and style. Sword fighting was an art and it would take more than two months to make the boy realize that. The demon grudgingly admitted to himself that if he had more time he could really instruct the boy in the way of the sword.

“Ninth stance.”

Hiei’s eyes remained fixated on Kuwabara as he assumed the next position. However, his gaze was less than educationally focused this time; it was more appreciative than anything. He was fascinated by the way the young man’s muscles rippled, contracting and releasing underneath the skin. The demon admired strength and power, both of which Kuwabara possessed. However, Hiei didn’t see him as a serious threat. If the need ever arose he knew without a doubt that he would be able to easily dispatch the boy.

Hiei fought back the urge to lick his lips. The last stance was his absolute favorite. It showcased every part of Kuwabara's body. Keeping his voice in its normal neutral tone he commanded, “Tenth stance.”

Kuwabara was relieved to hear those two words. In his opinion it was the best thing that the runt had ever said to him. Following the instructions of his teacher, Kuwabara began to assume the final position. He placed his left foot in front of the right foot. He then bent his left knee keeping is right leg straight. Holding his sword with both hands, he rotated his waist to right, bringing his arms slightly behind him. He held his arms straight, aiming the tip of his sword at the ground.

Hiei sheathed his weapon and told his student, “That’s all for today.”

Although the human was delighted to be done, it also disappointed him a bit, because it meant that Hiei wouldn’t be ogling him anymore. Yes, he knew he was being watched. He didn’t need heightened senses to feel the red eyes burning holes in his back. Kuwabara stretched his back to rid himself of some stiffness. “I’m glad that’s over.”

“You shouldn’t be so quick to celebrate,” Hiei stated gruffly, “Your movements are still unrefined. A true swordsman moves fluidly and without resistance.”

The carrot-top picked up his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his brow. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“If you don’t appreciate my advice then maybe I should stop giving it.”

“You’re always overreacting, Shrimp.”

“It’s your infuriating nature that drives me to it.”

Hiei sounded grumpier than usual and it was pissing Kuwabara off. He was all set to yell at the source of anger when he remembered the demon’s voyeuristic tendencies. That thought alone was enough to cool his temper.

“What are you smiling for?”

Kuwabara’s already big smile widened even more. “Nothing…”

“If it’s nothing then stop smiling like that; I don’t trust the way you look.”

“Whatever you say Hiei, I’m gonna grab some lunch.”

The demon had been anticipating a fight when the carrot-top suddenly backed down. He was completely baffled by the young man’s indifferent attitude. ‘I expected more of a fight from him. He must be excited to go see Kurama.’


~*~LATER THAT AFTERNOON~*~


Kuwabara couldn’t believe what he had just done. It all happened so quickly that it barely registered even as a blur. He almost didn’t believe it, but the evidence was undeniable. He looked down again to make sure it really happened. His quick glanced confirmed it, he had successfully pinned Kurama to the ground.

“That was very impressive, Kuwabara. I’m very pleased. Your skills keep improving more and more; I’m amazed by the incredible progress you have made.”

The carrot-top blushed at the onslaught compliments. “Thanks.”

Kurama encircled Kuwabara's thick torso with his slim arms. His soft hands roved over the well-muscled backside, teasing the younger boy. Seeing the pleasure etched into the carrot-top’s face, he whispered seductively, “I could do even more to you if I was on top.”

Kuwabara acquiesced without a moment’s hesitation. He rolled over onto his back and waited for Kurama to join him. His eyes closed as he imagined the pleasure he would soon be experiencing. “Damn it! I should have seen that coming.”

Kurama chuckled then said, “You still have much to learn.”

Kuwabara opened his eyes and saw that the older boy had transformed a blade of grass into a dagger and was holding it to his throat.

“You shouldn’t be so quick to drop your guard. We still have five minutes of training left.”

“I should’ve realized something was wrong when you started complimenting me. I won’t fall for it again.”

Kurama released the dagger, returning it to nothing more than a harmless piece of grass. He traced Kuwabara's jaw line with his index finger. “I’m glad you did, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do what I’m about to do next.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to have my way with you. I’ll do whatever I want.”

The younger boy swallowed hard. “Anything?”

The fox’s voice was scarcely whisper, but it was full of insinuation, “Anything.”

Still seeking clarification the carrot-top asked, “Anything, anything?”

Though he was a fox, Kurama smiled like a wolf. He began to undress. As he removed his clothes he instructed the younger boy to the same then sit back down on the ground. The fox walked a continuous circle around the seated carrot-top. After being silent for several minutes the older boy finally spoke. “What should I do first? I have so many ideas that I don’t know which one to choose.”

Kurama ceased his walking and stood directly behind Kuwabara. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s neck. “What do you think Kuwabara? Should I have you do this to me?” He lowered his right hand and proceeded to stroke the carrot-top’s semi-erect cock, manipulating it into a full erection. “Should I have you use that sinfully talented mouth of yours? Or should I do something else?” Kurama stilled his hand. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting bored just using our hands and mouths. Are you bored?”

“Not really.”

The fox smiled to himself. “I forgot you’re still a novice.”

Kuwabara was curious about what the older boy was alluding to, so he asked, “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking about exploring some new territory.”

“I gotta tell you, being vague, really not a turn on.”

Kurama took his index finger and prodded Kuwabara's ass, slipping it inside completely. “I was thinking about doing this, but with something much more impressive than my finger.”

Kuwabara stiffened. “No.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Yeah…I guess so.”

“You don’t sound very confident.” The fox removed his finger. “I know what I’m doing. I would never intentionally hurt you.”

“Then what do you call what you do to me during training? Accidentally throwing me face first to the ground?!”

Not losing his cool, Kurama asked, “Are we training right now?”

The younger boy mentally kicked himself for making such an obvious mistake. “No.”

Kurama was still kneeling behind the carrot-top. He slowly traced imaginary patterns over the broad expanse of his companion’s chest. “Even though I said I would do anything I want, I won’t force myself on you. It’s only enjoyable if you’re willing.”

Kuwabara weighed the pros and cons of what Kurama was asking from him. After thinking hard for several moments he came to a conclusion. The carrot-top said, “I’m willing.”

“Are you sure?”

Kuwabara took the hand that was drawing on his chest and pulled it down to his prominent erection. “Very.”

“Lay on your stomach.”

Kurama knelt down next to his friend. His hands danced over the younger boy’s backside. His movements were slow, because he did not want to make Kuwabara feel rushed. His fingertips softly caressed the taut muscles that lie below the skin. He moved his hands lower, resting at the top of the carrot-top’s ass. He slid his left index finger down the crack, bringing it to a halt at the tight entrance. He gently prodded the opening with his fingertip. He carefully pushed his finger inside. He moved slowly giving Kuwabara as much time as necessary to adjust. Once his finger was completely inside, he unsuccessfully attempted to insert a second one.

“This won’t do at all.” He spotted the solution lying next to Kuwabara's clothes.

Kuwabara heard a bottle being uncorked then smelled the aromatic scent of his special salve. “What are you using my medicine for?”

“Lubricant.”

“I didn’t know it could be used that way.”

“It’s very versatile.”

Kurama dipped two of fingers inside the bottle. He placed one of the slicked fingers at the entrance to Kuwabara's ass and slowly pushed it in. He worked the finger in and out until he felt the younger boy was ready for more. He slid his other finger in and thrusted them in and out. While his right hand was busy playing with the carrot-top’s ass, the fox used his left one to lube his cock. As he applied the salve, he felt his manhood grow even harder. He was aching; he wanted nothing more than to be inside his lover. It took all his power now to pin the younger boy and take him right way.

It took some time for Kuwabara to get used to what Kurama was doing to him. Every time the older drove his fingers in deep they massaged a spot within the carrot-top that sent electricity shooting through him. He let out a startled gasp when he felt the fingers start to scissor. His surprise was quickly greeted with reassuring coos and whispers. He knew that everything would somehow be okay. Just when he was really starting to enjoy the older boy’s fingers they were abruptly withdrawn.

Kurama reveled in the disappointed sigh Kuwabara gave when he removed his fingers.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet, that was only the first part.”

Kurama guided Kuwabara onto his side. The older boy replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. He immediately sensed a change in Kuwabara. The boy was too tense for the fox to continue without injury. “Relax.”

He attempted to slide in some more, but Kuwabara was still too tense. The older boy knew it was because the carrot-top was thinking too much about relaxing. Apparently, the solution would have to be found by thinking outside the box. A diversion was in order.

Kurama bit down as hard as he could on Kuwabara's shoulder. While the carrot-top was switching between screaming in pain and cussing out his friend, Kurama took the opportunity to completely enter him.

After recovering from the shock Kuwabara said, “I thought you said you would never intentionally hurt me.”

“It was a means to an end. I needed to do something to distract you.” The older boy began to slowly thrust. “And it worked too.”

“That justifies you biting me?”

“It was better than the alternative.” The older redhead kissed the spot he had bitten. “Forget about what I did and enjoy what I’m doing now.”

Kuwabara whimpered softly as the older boy found his rhythm. He wasn’t quite sure what he should be doing, so he did exactly as Kurama told him- he laid there and enjoyed it. The tingles that he felt from the older boy’s finger were nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. He could feel every inch of the older boy sliding deep within him. It was a closeness that he had never experienced with anybody.

‘A vise isn’t nearly as tight as Kuwabara,’ Kurama mused. His cock was being squeezed from all sides. It was heavenly being inside the younger boy. He wanted as much of carrot-top as he could get and he wouldn’t stop until he had his fill. However, Kurama was by no means a selfish lover. He wasn’t only concerned about his pleasure; Kuwabara's needs were first and foremost. He wanted the younger boy’s first time to be a memorable one as well as a pleasant one. He angled his cock and aimed for the carrot-top’s sensitive prostate. He knew he found the spot when Kuwabara began to shudder uncontrollably.

It was proving to be too much for Kuwabara. He had never experienced such sensations before in his short life. Without even so much as a single stroke to his manhood the carrot-top exploded, spilling his essence in the lush grass surrounding him.

From the moment he first entered Kuwabara a coil had been steadily tightening within Kurama. It was taut and ready to be released. His arms tightened around the younger boy as he drove himself deeper and deeper. His body trembled in a way that it never had before. His jaw was clenched so hard that his teeth hurt from the pressure. This was as intense as it got for Kurama. The coil finally snapped and pleasure overtook him. His climax was long and hard, the act alone was enough to completely drain him. The older redhead’s desires were completely satiated.

Both of the young men were too tired to move. Kurama weakly kissed his lover’s neck, whispering his gratitude. The older boy drew his knees up and spooned with the carrot-top. He was almost ready to doze off when he heard Kuwabara asking him a question.

“You think he liked it?”

Kurama stifled a yawn. “He left rather quickly this time. Maybe my performance wasn’t to his liking.”

The carrot-top looked back over his shoulder. “I thought you were great.”

Kurama laughed at the compliment and said, “He was probably worried about being caught in a compromising situation.”

“Why do you think he watches us?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He’s a pervert. There’s no telling what he does under that cloak when he thinks nobody is looking.”

Kuwabara burst out laughing. “That would explain why his hands are always in his pockets!”

The pair shared a hearty laughed that lasted for several minutes. Once they had calmed down Kurama said, “I don’t know why he watches. Maybe he secretly desires you.”

Kuwabara shot up throwing Kurama's arm off of him. He quickly turned to face his friend and shouted, “No way, he hates me!”

Kurama, still lying on his side, lifted his head and rested his temple on his hand. “Sometimes I think he goes a little overboard to show how much he doesn’t like you. Most people ignore someone who annoys them, but Hiei purposely baits you so that you have no choice but to pay attention to him.”

“He’s just like a little kid.”

“Don’t be so quick to judge, you do the same thing to him.”

Kuwabara sputtered indignantly, “We’re talking about Hiei not me!”

Kurama sat up then placed a placating kiss on Kuwabara's cheek. “So we were. Maybe he’s bored. One can only be content to look at trees for so long. Just forget about it. Hiei is a puzzle, a very, very complicated puzzle.” He gathered the scattered clothing, tossing Kuwabara his shirt and pants. “We should head back now.”

On the return trip to camp the boys chatted amiably. They sat next to each another as they carefully arranged wood for the fire. Kurama cast a sideways glance at his companion as he asked, “I didn’t hurt you too much did I?”

Kuwabara was slightly startled by the question. “No, I guess not.”

“That’s good. I was really trying to be careful, but towards the end I got carried away.”

“I’m fine; you don’t need to worry about me.”

“We don’t have to do it again.”

“Why, was I that bad?!”

Now it was Kurama’s turn to be startled. “That’s not what I meant. I’m only concerned about your comfort.”

“…I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

A relieved smiled spread across the older redhead’s face. “You don’t know how glad I am hear that.”


~*~MUCH LATER THAT NIGHT~*~


Kuwabara and Kurama were both sound asleep. They lay nestled in their sleeping bags blissfully unaware the watchful eyes looking over them.

‘Their sleeping bags are closer. I know Kurama would never be careless enough to do it accidentally, so it must be intentional. No doubt he is hatching a scheme. It’s probably why he invited me to watch them this evening.’

He replayed the pleasant memory. However, in his mind he replaced the fox and was the one with Kuwabara. He was the carrot-top’s first. He was the one making the young man cry out in pleasure.

Thinking about what he saw made the demon grow hard. He touched himself through the layers of clothing he wore. It wasn’t enough, it never was. His lonely hand didn’t compare to the warm flesh of anther being. A soft sigh of longing escaped his lips.

‘That should have been me.’


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Kuwabara: *counting his fingers* “…5,6,7,8? That wasn’t ten sword stances!”

cillaxox: *smiles sheepishly* “I was hoping no one would notice that.”

Kuwabara: “What a jip! You should be ashamed of yourself!”

cillaxox: *crying* “Please forgive me!” *exit stage right*

Kuwabara: *watches cillaxox run away* “I didn’t think she would take it that hard.”

Kurama: “It’s better you point it out than somebody else. Don’t worry she’ll get over it. You should concentrate on introducing the next chapter.”

Kuwabara: “Be on the look out for Chapter 8: Unexplored Territory. It’s all about me! Thanks for reading MY story.”

Kurama: *pinches Kuwabara*

Kuwabara: “I mean our story.”


Hiei: “I would like to say that cillaxox is by no means an expert swordswoman. She is basing her descriptions off of movies, a website, and her own imagination. If you are ever in a sword fight do not rely on the ‘techniques’ that she has described, because you will surely die.”