Don't Touch Me There
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,636
Reviews:
8
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Currently Reading:
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Your Revenge
Disclaimer: Yuu Yuu Hakusho belongs to Togashi-Sensei, Jump Comics and others, not me. I do not write this or any other fanfiction for money. Disclaimed.
Pairings: Kuwa/Hiei (Suprised?)
Rating: Mature, maybe. If I ever get more detailed. Lime for now. Rating by chapter if there is more.
Author's Note: This has been eating my brain. Hopefully I can get back to my epic stories to die for (in my mind) when this is out of the way.
Don’t Touch Me There
-Your Revenge-
I should have noticed it before, but somehow I didn’t. You have a knack it seems for slipping around my barriers, my most carefully built shields. It’s that damn disarming smile you have, the one that would have me believe there is nothing subversive behind it.
I know better now. You are constantly reaching below the belt, off sides, out of bounds. Misdirection has me looking the other way as you reach in and violate everything I’ve worked so hard to protect. I don’t know how you do it. I’ve fought off stronger, smarter, better than you before. Others who have tried what you do, to reach forbidden places like you do, have come away burnt or worse.
Yet, it seems you do as you please. Tease, rape, and molest me without consequence. You strike without pretense, and are gone before I can retaliate. Then I am alone to think about what you have done. My fear, shame and confusion can barely choke the strange admiration I have for you. I could crush you like an insect on a whim, but you can do this to me.
It happened first when you became my lover. I had lusted for your defiance, and thirsted for your surrender. You thought to spurn me, but I seduced you. My skin still tingles when I think of the look in your eyes as you fought to dominate me and lost. You spoke my name like a prayer that would save you from the feelings I bore in you. When you finally gave in, eyes glazed over in ecstasy and amazement, I thought I could want for nothing more.
I rose to leave but you stopped me. Not with any physical contact, but a trick of propriety.
“Hiei,” you said, “before you take off, you owe me the last word.” I might have scoffed or sneered or shrugged you off. But by some unnatural coincidence, the way the moonlight played off your flushed and disheveled body made me pause.
I clearly wasn’t thinking when I allowed you to draw me in for a final kiss. I had savaged your mouth, leaving it bruised about the edges; your lips supple from my aggressive advances. Coyly brushing your lips against mine, you enticed me. I took your bait like the fool I was, and initiated a kiss fully expecting resistance.
It should have said, “Don’t ever fucking do this to me again, you bastard.”
It might have said, “I don’t want you, don’t need you, and wont miss you at all.”
It even could have said, “Let’s not talk about this to anyone, right?”
Instead it was an ultimatum. “I know you’re walking away and don’t have plans for comin’ back.” You said in your kiss, “but here’s what you’ll be missin’” By the seven pits of hell I hadn’t expected you to submit to me. Sweet, soft and subservient you followed my lead and obeyed my command.
When I pushed you back, you complied willingly. You lay there, your neck curved inward so that your chin rested comfortably on your shoulder. Your angular face was in profile and the soft hues of golden flesh were enveloped in silvery moonlight and dark silhouettes. Your hair loosed from gel confines by the sweat of passion arced and glittered in a fiery halo. Your chiseled body was spread out in a position that managed lethargic and wanton at the same time.
I wonder now, if you contrived the look in your eyes. They were so full of hope and trust. You might as well have reached into my chest and strummed heartstrings. It was the least physical and most private place in my being. I was shocked, offended, furious and mortified. My mind screamed feelings I could not form into words. If I could admit to them, they would sound like this:
Don’t touch me there.
Don’t make me feel this way about you.
Don’t lie there and look so goddamn appetizing.
Don’t make me want for something more than one night.
Don’t even try to convince me you have some other feelings for me.
I won’t be hurt there, not by anyone, not by you.
Don’t touch me there.
For me it was already too late. You had done your damage, and even as I vowed you would not get past my defenses again I found myself lying down next to you. I haven’t been able to stop myself since.
You still defy me; I have to work to dominate you. You somehow know that’s what I crave, and you feed me. In those quiet moments after I have claimed victory you violate me again. In sound and deed you submit, but on a secret level you pin yourself against me and have your way while I lie helpless.
Was that your revenge against me? Is it still?
Pairings: Kuwa/Hiei (Suprised?)
Rating: Mature, maybe. If I ever get more detailed. Lime for now. Rating by chapter if there is more.
Author's Note: This has been eating my brain. Hopefully I can get back to my epic stories to die for (in my mind) when this is out of the way.
Don’t Touch Me There
-Your Revenge-
I should have noticed it before, but somehow I didn’t. You have a knack it seems for slipping around my barriers, my most carefully built shields. It’s that damn disarming smile you have, the one that would have me believe there is nothing subversive behind it.
I know better now. You are constantly reaching below the belt, off sides, out of bounds. Misdirection has me looking the other way as you reach in and violate everything I’ve worked so hard to protect. I don’t know how you do it. I’ve fought off stronger, smarter, better than you before. Others who have tried what you do, to reach forbidden places like you do, have come away burnt or worse.
Yet, it seems you do as you please. Tease, rape, and molest me without consequence. You strike without pretense, and are gone before I can retaliate. Then I am alone to think about what you have done. My fear, shame and confusion can barely choke the strange admiration I have for you. I could crush you like an insect on a whim, but you can do this to me.
It happened first when you became my lover. I had lusted for your defiance, and thirsted for your surrender. You thought to spurn me, but I seduced you. My skin still tingles when I think of the look in your eyes as you fought to dominate me and lost. You spoke my name like a prayer that would save you from the feelings I bore in you. When you finally gave in, eyes glazed over in ecstasy and amazement, I thought I could want for nothing more.
I rose to leave but you stopped me. Not with any physical contact, but a trick of propriety.
“Hiei,” you said, “before you take off, you owe me the last word.” I might have scoffed or sneered or shrugged you off. But by some unnatural coincidence, the way the moonlight played off your flushed and disheveled body made me pause.
I clearly wasn’t thinking when I allowed you to draw me in for a final kiss. I had savaged your mouth, leaving it bruised about the edges; your lips supple from my aggressive advances. Coyly brushing your lips against mine, you enticed me. I took your bait like the fool I was, and initiated a kiss fully expecting resistance.
It should have said, “Don’t ever fucking do this to me again, you bastard.”
It might have said, “I don’t want you, don’t need you, and wont miss you at all.”
It even could have said, “Let’s not talk about this to anyone, right?”
Instead it was an ultimatum. “I know you’re walking away and don’t have plans for comin’ back.” You said in your kiss, “but here’s what you’ll be missin’” By the seven pits of hell I hadn’t expected you to submit to me. Sweet, soft and subservient you followed my lead and obeyed my command.
When I pushed you back, you complied willingly. You lay there, your neck curved inward so that your chin rested comfortably on your shoulder. Your angular face was in profile and the soft hues of golden flesh were enveloped in silvery moonlight and dark silhouettes. Your hair loosed from gel confines by the sweat of passion arced and glittered in a fiery halo. Your chiseled body was spread out in a position that managed lethargic and wanton at the same time.
I wonder now, if you contrived the look in your eyes. They were so full of hope and trust. You might as well have reached into my chest and strummed heartstrings. It was the least physical and most private place in my being. I was shocked, offended, furious and mortified. My mind screamed feelings I could not form into words. If I could admit to them, they would sound like this:
Don’t touch me there.
Don’t make me feel this way about you.
Don’t lie there and look so goddamn appetizing.
Don’t make me want for something more than one night.
Don’t even try to convince me you have some other feelings for me.
I won’t be hurt there, not by anyone, not by you.
Don’t touch me there.
For me it was already too late. You had done your damage, and even as I vowed you would not get past my defenses again I found myself lying down next to you. I haven’t been able to stop myself since.
You still defy me; I have to work to dominate you. You somehow know that’s what I crave, and you feed me. In those quiet moments after I have claimed victory you violate me again. In sound and deed you submit, but on a secret level you pin yourself against me and have your way while I lie helpless.
Was that your revenge against me? Is it still?