Overcome

Overcome – a Hiei/Keiko fic by Rose (VampMistress76) and Julie (whirleeQ)

Disclaimer: We don’t own YYH, and are only borrowing the characters for fun
– please don’t sue!

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She was hot.

Hot and bothered and totally frustrated.

The dreams were getting more intense, more undeniably erotic. And every time
it resulted in the same thing. Her waking up to an over sensitized and totally
aroused body that throbbed with pent up sexual need.

And the name she called out when she pleasured herself with her nimble fingers
wasn't the one she wanted it to be. It wasn't the name of the boy she'd loved
for years, and had risked her life for in the past. No. To her eternal shame,
the name that she called out into the night belonged to one of his friends.

But that wasn't even the worst part, because the owner of the name was someone
who was disgusted by her. Well, perhaps it wasn't because of 'her' personally,
so much as her humanity, but wasn't it all one and the same? To top it all
off, the owner of that name was a cold and ruthless demon with a criminal past.

But the absolute worst part of it all was that he was at least three inches
shorter than her.

Still... there was no denying that the half fire, half ice apparition made
her blood absolutely burn.

This whole thing was very quickly getting out of hand, and yet Keiko did not
know how to fix it. It had gotten to the point where she couldn’t even be in
the same room with the reclusive demon. During those times - usually at social
gatherings of the group - she would suddenly get short of breath and her
face would heat up with a rosy flush as her body began to react to his nearness. Honestly,
she didn’t know how they managed to miss it. But none of them had said anything
yet and so she counted herself lucky. Normally, she would excuse herself and
claim she wasn’t feeling well and go home.

She would go home, lie down, and the dreams would start. Dreams of him touching
her, kissing her, burying himself inside of her, and she would moan and thrash
and sweat, and when she woke to find herself alone, she would cry.

And then she would pleasure herself, and it would take the edge off, but the
ache would remain.

Tonight, the dream had been the worst one yet. This time, when she woke, her
skin was tingling from the memory of his caresses, his lips, his body flush
against hers. A memory of a dream – something that would never, ever become
a reality.

She could feel the stinging of her eyes start even as she began touching herself,
her fingers burrowing through the damp curls and sliding between the slick folds
in order to stem the burgeoning ache that had blossomed there. She desperately
tried to stop the flow of tears that accompanied the despair and frustration
she felt. They grew more and more intense each time she was forced to take this
action, forcing her to pleasure herself in order to obtain the momentary relief
that her impending climax brought.

Even as she tossed her head from side to side, as her breathing quickened and
her sex began to ache and quiver, the tears continued to fall. Not for Yusuke…
not for herself… but for the sheer… insanity of the situation. She did not
know when this attraction – no it went far beyond that – this carnal need
had begun, but she hadn’t been able to think of anything but him and his
deep crimson eyes, his chiseled chest, and his sexy, gravity defying, pitch
black hair.

“H… Hi…” She murmured, lost to the sensations of her deft fingers manipulating
her hidden jewel, even as her mind replaced her gentle, soft hands with ones
that were hard, and calloused from so many years of sword handling. In her
minds eye, she was staring into crimson eyes that were half lidded and burning
with want and desire… desire for her. She plunged two fingers inside and curled
them, imaging that they were something much thicker, much hotter, and much more
of… him…

Fingers moving faster, pumping within her tight channel, Keiko brought her
other hand down from the breast it had been idly squeezing in order to aide
in bringing her past her breaking point. As her inner walls began their spasming
dance around the manipulating digits, Keiko pinched the hidden bundle of nerves
that sent her body arching from the bed, quaking in release as she voiced quite
loudly the name of the man… no, the demon that her thoughts of had brought her
to such a state.

“H-Hi-HIEI!!”

~*~

“Baka detective.” Hiei muttered aloud to himself as he left the temple to go
and keep an eye on the Reiki Tantai leader’s girlfriend.

He didn’t know why he was bothering, really, and it irked him. But something
had been… off about the girl for several weeks now, and it seemed that he was
the only one who noticed. Not that he cared – no, he certainly did not – but
it was… unlike her to be so quiet and reclusive. That was behavior that was
more suited to… well, him.

He scowled as he jumped from tree top to tree top on his way towards her
home. Tonight, she had been particularly withdrawn and distressed, and Yusuke
had been too busy stuffing his face with food and flirting with the ferry girl to
even notice how flustered she had been. The rest of their team was too busy
celebrating their victorous recovery of Koenma's priceless artifact to even notice the girl.
But Hiei had noticed, and had even surreptitiously tried to get close enough to her so that he could
gently probe her mind and find out exactly what it was that was troubling her.

It wasn’t that he was… worried. He was just merely… curious. Yes, curious.
However, when he got within ten feet of her, she had made a hasty excuse to
Yukina and Genkai, and bolted out the door without another word. Yusuke hadn’t
even noticed her leaving.

“Baka detective.” He murmered again -- just because it was… comforting
to say it. Again, it wasn’t because he was outraged that Yusuke had paid so
little attention to the girl that he hadn’t even noticed her leaving in such
a state. No, that wasn’t it… that wasn’t it at all…

It wasn’t long before Hiei found himself in front of the Yukimura's home.
He looked up and saw that Keiko’s bedroom window was partially open, and there
was a soft light coming from within her room. Hiei jumped up into the tree
that was conveniently located only a few feet away from her window. He found
a sturdy, leafy branch that would offer him some cover should she look out her
window, and yet allowed him a perfect view of inside her room.

He could see Keiko thrashing around on her bed. The girl appeared to be in
great distress. But then, his sensitive nose caught the sweet, musky scent of
her arousal, and his eyes widened. When she started emitting soft moans, a surge
of need lanced through him, and his eyes grew smoky with lust.

He was watching her intently, and she didn’t even know.

She… she was touching herself, he realized. Hiei groaned, as his pants suddenly
became painfully restrictive. He was tempted to delve into her mind and find
out who she was thinking about – that is, until he felt an unwanted surge of
anger and some other emotion that he did not want to put a name to at the thought
of it being the detective that was driving her to touch herself so wantonly.
So he refrained, and just continued to watch her, a pained expression on his
face as his member hardened even more in response to the show she was unconsciously
giving him.

And then… and then her lips parted, and a sound came from them, sounding suspiciously
like a name.

The diminutive fire demon nearly fell from the tree in shock.

‘Did she just say…?’

He shook his head, trembling, as one hand rose to move the bandanna that covered
his jagan. He had to know. Hiei swallowed the lump that appeared in his throat,
and focused on gaining access to Kieko’s mind.

Just as the jagan managed to penetrate her mental barriers, she cried a name
– loudly – into the night, and this time there was no mistaking it.

Nor could he mistake the face that her mind was filled with.

‘Kami.’

‘Hn. Such a naughty girl.’ He thought with a smirk and no small amount
of male pride. It was him that she wanted. He was her secret
desire, not the detective.

Hiei also felt a surge of something quite like relief, and found himself annoyed
because of it. It was something he was not prepared to examine too closely
at the moment, so he brushed it off, as he continued to probe her mind.

It didn’t take long before he found the offending source of youki – youki which
should not be present within the girl – and everything clicked into place.

Keiko had been possessed by an incubus -- a demon who fed off of the arousal
of a female by forcing them to fantasize endlessly about their most hidden desires.
The female could only gain temporary relief from the madness by pleasuring herself
until the incubus restarted the cycle. The cycles would begin to draw closer
and closer together, as the incubus grew stronger and the female, weaker.

The incubus eventually killed the female by draining her life force completely,
unless… Hiei swallowed. Unless… unless there was a rival male helping her
to… satisfy her needs, thus expelling the incubus. The incubus fed off the arousal
of a female, but could not tolerate the arousal of a male. Such a thing was
abhorrent to the vile creature.

Well, it was… it was his name on her lips and his face in her mind when
she climaxed… He could…

Hiei scowled at the dangerous direction his thoughts were taking. He should
leave. He should leave now before this gets any further. He should find the
detective, drag him to Keiko’s if he had to, and shove the baka through the
bedroom window.

However, the thought of Yusuke helping Keiko with her… problem… had him grinding
his teeth in anger.

Hiei’s thoughts were interrupted by Keiko’s soft mews, as she began touching
herself, once again.

‘Too soon… it’s too soon.’ He thought nervously, as his piercing red
eyes followed the motions of the writhing girl on the bed.

Keiko threw off the covers and unknowingly displayed her gloriously naked body
for his roving eyes.

He groaned as he saw the slight sheen of sweat over her smooth, white skin.

Unable to help himself anymore, the highly aroused fire demon jumped from the
branch to the windowsill and threw it the rest of the way open almost violently.

Keiko was too immersed in her own pleasure to notice his presence at first,
as he slowly made his way towards the side of her bed. It was only when he
touched her face, that her unfocused and hazy eyes cleared somewhat, and she
looked at him in shock.

Keiko looked up as her eyes registered the demon standing over her bed. This
was completely unexpected and she wasn't sure whether to wrestle him down to
the bed, or die of embarrassment. After all, this was Hiei standing over her!
She looked up at him in mixed disbelief, entreaty and sheer unadulterated need.

Hiei's face was not terribly expressive, unlike the ningen's laying there on
the bed, but his eyes spoke for the rest of him. He knew what plagued her and
also knew that she had about two weeks left before she lost the fight. He didn't
want to desire her. He didn't want to like her at all! So why was he standing
there, gazing upon her naked figure with his own arousal growing? He didn't
even understand himself!

Still, he was far past denying the fact that he did want her. And she wanted
him too. She stared at him hungrily with unabashed need and want, and Hiei
couldn’t help but to shiver from the intensity of her expression. He kept his
eyes locked upon hers in a silent battle of wills, and for just a moment he
registered fear and uncertainty in the large, cinnamon orbs, telling him that
she was just as conflicted as he was. Somehow, knowing that he was not along
in his confusion was… reassuring.

Her mouth parted, and her dainty pink tongue darted out to wet her passion
flushed lips, causing Hiei to let out an inarticulate sound in response. That
little innocent gesture was incredibly erotic, and suddenly he wasn’t thinking
anymore. Thinking required too much energy that could be put to better use
elsewhere. With a groan, he tore off his shirt, his eyes locked upon hers the
entire time.

“You called for me, Keiko.” He accused in a husky voice as he joined her on
the bed and straddled her with his legs. His hands grasped her arms and held
them above her head, as he allowed his eyes to roam her face and upper body.
Keiko’s cinnamon eyes were lidded halfway, and her pupils were dilated with
lust. Her long, silky brown hair was fanned around her head, taking up most
of the pillow, and her lush, ruby lips were parted and damp. His eyes took
in the slender arc of her neck, and the ample curves of her breasts, and noticed
that her dusky, round nipples were hard in anticipation, as her chest rose and
fell with her heavy panting.

Keiko’s back arched, the action thrusting her breasts out in a gesture of offering
as she moaned Hiei's name. Mindlessly, she reached for him, capturing him as
her hands slipped behind his neck to draw his mouth down to the area that she
just arched.

Her moan deepened when Hiei complied, lowering his head so that he could take
a pert nub into the heat of his mouth and began to suckle greedily.

Hiei was not gentle with his attentions. He was too hot, too needy to be gentle,
as he lavished open mouth kisses over her erect nipple – occasionally grazing
the sensitive flesh with his fangs. He released one of his hands from around
her wrists, and with nimble fingers, he rubbed and pulled at the other hardened
nub, reveling in the gasps and sobs that spilled forth from her lips from his
attentions. Hiei could feel the warmth of her sex through his pants, and he
suddenly wished he’d removed them as well, so that he could feel her slippery
wet heat directly against his straining arousal.

“You need this,” he growled against her breast, as his lips slid from the nipple
and his tongue bathed the rest of the soft mound with its wet heat. “You need
me.”

"Yes!" Keiko cried out, too aroused to feel shame for admitting
to a need that had been steadily building ever since she had met the reclusive
demon, but had only peaked this last month or so. "Please, Hiei!"
She added as she felt the unbearable heat rising once more, only this time it
seemed a thousand times more intense with Hiei actually there.

Her hands trailed down from around his neck to travel the length of his back
only to come to a stop at the waist of his pants. Impatiently she tugged at
the material as she strained to get closer.

Hiei could see that Keiko’s arms were shaking far too badly for her to be able
to remove his pants, so he batted her hands away as he swiftly undid both of
his belts. He sat up so that he could remove his pants, and smirked when he
saw that her lust filled eyes were trained upon the sinuous muscles of his abdomen.
In no time at all, he had his pants pushed down past his hips and off, as well
as his boots, and he took one of her hands and placed it on his straining member.

“See what you do to me?” He whispered huskily, as one of his own hands palmed
the wet folds of her sex. She hissed at the contact, and he wasted no time
in slipping two fingers inside of her.

Keiko moaned and started moving her hips with his fingers, still wanting something
larger, something more, inside her. Something to make this all encompassing
ache go away, even if only for a moment. She felt that encased steel he had
placed her hand upon and grasped it with obedience. As Hiei's fingers moved
harder and faster within her, she grasped his burning length, working the hardened
flesh in sync with the demon stroking her. "Hiei, please! I need
you!"

He moaned at her impassioned plea and raised his smoldering crimson eyes to
meet hers. He had wanted… he still wanted to do so much to her; he wanted to
taste her, play with her, have those swollen ruby lips wrapped around his aching
shaft while she was down on her knees in front of him. Now that he was with
her, he could finally admit to himself how very badly he had wanted her – and
for how long. He wanted to explore every aspect of her passion – but he knew
that now was not the time. Not with her shaking, trembling, and sobbing with
need while the demon inside of her wrecked havoc with her mind. Hiei knew that
if he did not take her and soon, she would be in physical pain from the rage
of the incubus who she did not even know she was warring with. He could only
hope that she wouldn’t reject him for the detective when all was said and done.

He caught her lips in a kiss that was demanding and violent, as he entwined
her tongue with his own. She moaned into his mouth, and he gasped when he felt
the tip of her tongue swipe against his fangs, cutting her, and their mouths
filled with the sweet, coppery taste of her blood. When she pushed his hand
away from her sex, and positioned his member in between her pink petals, he
shuddered. He desperately wanted to impale himself upon her, but first, he
needed to know…

“Keiko. Has Yusuke ever taken you?” He asked bluntly with narrowed eyes.
His hands were clenched tightly into fists, as he supported himself on his forearms
above her. He anticipated, yet dreaded her answer – not that it would change
what he was doing, but he would have to kill the detective afterwards if she
answered in the affirmative.

Keiko could only shake her head, being no longer able to form any kind of coherent
words but registering the question. She felt like her body was on fire and
the flames were getting more intense by the moment. She moved her fingers to
Hiei's cheeks, trying to pull his hips forward into her, needing to be filled.
Her nails dug into those taut globes even as one hand came up to pull his mouth
back to hers in a frantic attempt to entice him to enter her.

She was like a wild animal underneath him, and his muscles tightened in response
to her frantic tugging. He could feel her slippery wetness sliding against
him, as she tried desperately to get him to enter her, and he growled at her
in response – a purely feral growl used by male youkai to assert dominance.
He was close to losing all control, and he really didn’t want to hurt her –
but when she thrust her hips up into his, and started rubbing herself all over
his arousal, he hissed and slammed into her with all of his strength. He felt
her barrier give, and she winced, but she had been far too aroused to take notice
of the pain. He stilled, but she pulled at him again, moving her hips underneath
him, and running her nails down his back deep enough to cut him.

“Aaaaennngh… Keiko…” He growled her name, fiercely, violently as he repeatedly
thrust into her warmth. He grazed his fangs against the side of her neck, and
suckled the thin layer of skin into his mouth, leaving a large, red mark, wanting
desperately to sink his fangs into the delicate skin. His lips trailed open
mouth kisses up to her lips as he continued to piston in and out of her, and
as he captured her lips again in a searing kiss, he whispered her name like
a mantra against her lips. ~So… so wet… so tight…so… Keiko~ He continued
mentally, when talking became too difficult.

Keiko’s verbal ability was lost to her as well. Too wrapped up in the moment,
she was only able to issue the most simplistic of carnal noises albeit muffled
by the press of his lips to hers. This small achievement was enough to spur
Hiei on, however, and her moans, grunts and groans were intensified as he reached
down to draw her knees higher to allow him deeper penetration into that hot,
silken heaven that he had managed to be granted entrance to.

Her arms tightening on him as the pleasurable tension grew excruciating, Keiko
finally let out a long, drawn out howling interpretation of Hiei’s name as she
finally tipped over the brink and came hard within an instant.

Hiei growled when he felt her tightening around his shaft so quickly. His
named spilled over her lips so sweetly, that he couldn’t help but increase the
rate of his thrusts as she climaxed around him almost violently. The incubus
had really done a number on her, he realized, when he looked at the trembling
girl underneath him. Even though he had already brought her to one hard, intense
climax, Keiko’s skin was still burning under his touch, and her eyes were still
foggy with need. He leaned over for one quick, brutal kiss, which she eagerly
returned, and then flipped her over, while still remaining inside of her. Feeling
her body twirl around his arousal as he moved her provoked a long, loud moan
from him as Keiko continued to pant and claw at the sheets – her actions begging
him for something – anything, to ease the ache within her.

His small hands grabbed her thighs and spread them further apart, allowing
him to reach such depths inside of her that his entire length felt like it was
being squeezed by a warm, wet, silken glove.

“Keiko… come one more time for me,” Hiei whispered as he bent over to gently
nip at the back of neck, before straightening out again and burying himself
repeatedly to the hilt inside of her. He enjoyed the way the smooth skin of
her rear pressed against his pelvis at each thrust, and the dazed look upon
her face which was turned on its side upon her pillow. He relished each small
sound she made, as he continued to hit that spot deep within her, and knew that
it wouldn’t be long before he reached his own peak. But in order to expel the
incubus once and for all, they had to climax together – so he freed one hand
from its place against her thigh, and reached around to rub the small jewel
in between her legs, as he increased the rate of his thrusts to where it was
almost painful for him to hold back.

In her barely lucid state, Keiko was almost certain that another orgasm like
the one she’d just experienced would surely kill her. But Hiei’s dark, seductive
voice urging her to do just that made it difficult - no, downright impossible
for her to resist. Summoning the last bit of energy she could muster, Keiko
began to rock her entire body, catching time with Hiei’s thrusts in order to
slam her bottom hard against his thrusting hips, driving him as deep within
her as physically possible. Her fingers clenching the soft pillow beneath her
head, Keiko managed to voice one final plea.

“Ah! Hiei, please! Oh, please!”

Groaning, Hiei slammed into her for all he was worth, and gave her nub in the
front a rough pinch. The scream she let out when she came this time was nearly
deafening, and as her tired muscles contracted once more around him, he came
longer and harder than he had ever had before. The room around him was spinning,
and his vision was clouded with the white lights that followed his completion.
Regardless, Hiei was still able to detect the angry youki spilling from Keiko’s
body, until there was standing on the other side of the bed a menacing, ghostly
figure, glaring with no small amount of hatred at the two of them.

Keiko had trouble at first, but finally managed to open her eyes just the slightest
bit. She gave a startled gasp as she caught sight of the vengeful looking semi-corporeal
creature standing beside her bed with a look in its eyes that made her quiver
in fright.

The incubus caught Keiko's wide eyed stare and latched onto a way to gain vengeance
for its thwarted conquest. "Ah, you poor dear. Did you really think that
this demon would come to your bed willingly? It was out of necessity that he
took you - not desire. For you see, he realized it was the only way to expel
me from your body." The cruel words left the smirking creature’s lips,
causing Keiko to gasp once more in dismayed shock and Hiei to growl at the impudent
attempt to harm Keiko mentally now that the physical aspect was out of reach.

“Hn. Keep your lies to yourself, yaro.” Hiei seethed as he reached for his
katana by the side of the bed – completely unmindful of his current state of
undress. The incubus only smirked in response to his actions. With a viscous
growl, Hiei leaped towards the other youkai, and slashed at him over a dozen
times faster than the eye could see. When he returned to his place by the bed,
his eyes narrowed in rage as he noticed the incorporeal youkai had sustained
no damage from his attack – and was now laughing at him.

"Heh, so sorry to disappoint you, but your barbaric methods are not effective
on me." The incubus crowed, and then turned his eyes back to the emotionally
hurting Keiko. "And do believe me when I say that what I said earlier was
no lie."

Instead of reacting to his taunt with another, useless attack like the Incubus
expected, Hiei’s eyes flashed momentarily with understanding before he smiled
cruelly towards the apparition.

“Hn. My katana is not my only weapon, baka.” Hiei responded, and with one
hand he quickly removed the bandana that covered his jagan eye.

The eyes of the incubus widened in surprised fear, but he did not have a chance
to react before Hiei focused the jagan on the malicious creature, flooding the
insubstantial youkai with unimaginable pain. It only took about twenty seconds
of exposure to the jagan before the incubus released one final, painful shriek
and winked out of existence.

Hiei couldn’t help but smirk in response to his victory, but his smirk quickly
turned into a frown when he heard the small sobs coming from the bed behind
him. He quickly turned towards the bed, and saw with dismay that Keiko was
curled into a fetal position, trying desperately to control her tears, but not
having much success.

Hiei scowled and swore under his breath. Damn that incubus for putting him
in this situation. He walked over to Keiko and gently prodded her, silently
demanding her to look at him.

“Keiko.”

When she closed her eyes and turned away, he grabbed her shoulders and shook
her until her eyes popped open with a mixture of irritation and fear.

"Hn. Are you so insecure that you are willing to believe what that vile
creature told you over this?" Hiei asked sarcastically, right before
he crashed his lips against hers in a powerful and possessive kiss.

The kiss startled Keiko to the extent that it was a good ten seconds before
her brain started to register what Hiei was trying to convey to her through
his actions. She melted into his embrace and returned the pressure of his lips
with eagerness.

~ Hn. Much better. ~ Hiei said mentally as he rejoined Keiko on the
bed. He wrapped her legs and arms around him, and flipped them over so that
she was on top of him. She looked down at him startled, and he responded with
a mischievous smirk. When her eyes softened, he reached up and pulled her head
down to his, as at the same time he thrust his re-awakened arousal forward against
her heat, demonstrating physically that he most assuredly still desired her.

At her small gasp, he smirked and spoke huskily against her lips.

“Hn. Who said we were done here, anyway? Trust me, Keiko… we’ve only just
begun.”

~*~

Owari