the freedom of belonging

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the YY hak characters
K I wanna hear no crap about the pairing, I thought it was kinda cool :)

Hiei had learned much in the time that he spent locked in Mukuro's cellars. How to kill far more efficiently than he ever had. Something about the odd mummy struck him. The secret of the nature of this cruel ruler wasn't right, something bothered him.

He'd not been able to put his finger on it, until that fateful day when he fought Shigure and nearly died. Mukuro had prevented his death, placing him in the odd fluid filled bubble, repairing all damage to his body. He'd barely been lucid, only his Jagan sensed his surroundings.

He'd seen the truth of Mukuro that day. The tyrant was a woman. Scarred from slavery and infinite battles. Strangely enough one half of her face remained mostly unharmed, revealing that at one point in her long life, Mukuro had been quite striking.


Now she lived in a world of hatred and pain, but his Jagan knew that this, was not what she wanted. She yearned for something, like he himself did. He'd not known what that might be until the Demon world Tournament.

As they battled, he became aware of her heart, her feelings pounding at him, and for once he was loathe to push her away. He found himself calling on his ultimate attack and exhausted it to control it to the terrible levels needed. He would not slay her, would not defeat her, even if that meant he faced such a defeat himself. Suddenly something, someone meant more to him that conquest. With the last of his power, he'd broken the shackles that held her heart in darkness.

He'd seen it then, the need in her eyes, the care she held for him. It had been the last thing he'd expected, but oddly enough, it seemed like home. His last thought before he collapsed into her gentle embrace on the battlefield.

All of demon world had witnessed the strange tableau. The tattered, heartless female ruler, curled almost protectively around her most vicious fighter. They had seen the odd look of peace that crossed the apparitions' features. For once, the mighty Hiei, allowed himself to lean upon another.

Days flew by, weeks passed and he watched her with new eyes. Her heart was not cold, merely guarded as his own had always been. She was an enigma, seemingly so cruel but she wasn't. Not at all. Cruelty was what she had known, violence, the only way they had ever been able to express themselves. But he sensed that she wanted far more for him.

Despite her power, no one wanted her. Just as no one had wanted him. Outcasts the both of them, forgotten by the world around them. Shunned by their own people. Two kindred spirits in a flame scourged world. Despite her appearance, she was oddly appealing to him. He had never cared for such trifling ideals of beauty he wanted substance.

They had grown close. Closer than he'd ever been to anyone. Even to Kurama who had that uncanny ability to read his heart and speak it aloud. They understood the hidden truths of each other and perhaps that was why they'd gotten along so well. As her second, he'd held no hesitation in speaking his mind to her, now they were something akin to equals. Yusuke's tournament having seen to that. No matter what came next, he'd never again lift arms against her. Nor she him. Nor would he allow any to come at her. Somehow, somewhere he'd become protective of her, though she hardly needed it.

It was then that Hiei decided. He would have her. Not out of sympathy, but out of desire. Her heart was like a raging fire and he longed to embrace it. The strange gentleness that he knew she possessed within her soul, that made him yearn to see it once more. That thought held firmly in his mind, he stalked through the halls of her fortress to the doors leading to her domain.


His entrance was stealthy; he slipped into her darkened room and shut the door behind him. She woke then, her single blue eye opening to scan the room, landing on his smaller stature. "What is it Hiei?"¨ she asked. Her voice no longer modulated by machines was always soft with him.

He strode across the room, even as she rose from the bed, still garbed as if ready for battle. The clip of his boots seeming overloud. "Has something happened?"¨ she asked. His silence was oddly unnerving, though she knew he was a being of few words. His eyes, they seemed different today, warmer. He said nothing, merely regarded her.

"You seem tired"¨ she said at last, "I'll go and take your next patrol"¨. She made to move past him, but his arm blocked her path. An unwavering pillar of strength against her. "Ryushin has already been sent out"¨ he informed her. Two red eyes locked with one blue. The two inch difference in their height barely noticed anymore and certainly not now.

She blinked, "Then what do you want?"¨ she asked, genuinely confused. Hiei smirked, "You"¨. She stepped back, surprise coloring her features and then she shook her head, a husky laugh escaping her "This scarred husk of a woman Hiei? Such pranks are unkind, even between us"¨ she mused.

Hiei saw red. How dare she mock him? Never had he been so forward with his words and he would not have them cast aside because of her insecurities. She hadn't moved, merely waiting for his response. She held no fear of the fire demon, he had nearly given himself to see her free, to remove those cursed cuffs from her.

Using his speed, he shoved her back against the wall, pinning her hands to her sides, lacing his fingers with her own, the warmth of her flesh the coolness of her artificial limb. "Shut up mummy"¨ he growled at her, and pressed his lips to hers. Mukuro stiffened momentarily under the assault on her senses.

Hiei's energy caressed against her, not angry flames, but soothing warmth. What was happening? Could it be? Was Hiei in his heat? No. He carried no scent of it. Was it possible that he would want her? His kiss was like liquid fire, robbing her of thought.
He nipped the top lip, then the bottom gently, lapping at the corner of her mouth. Slowly she relaxed against him, letting her lips part to admit him entrance there. His tongue sliding against her own, in a wanton dance of desire.

Unbidden a moan escaped her, the sound weak, all too female and Hiei growled in response. His arms closing around her, drawing her against his muscled form. Slowly, her hands crept up his chest to twine around his neck, the small whirrs of metallic gears in the right reaching his ears.

So much pain, she'd endured so much pain. No longer, he promised himself. He'd be the citadel of her pleasure. One hand moved to tangle in the red of her hair, drawing her head back and exposing her throat to him. She shivered as he kissed his way along the pale flesh. "Hiei"¨ she whispered, her voice slightly uncertain, "Wha"K"¨. Her power as a once ruler gone, she was only a female in his arms.

He lifted his head to meet her gaze, "You talk entirely too much"¨ he scolded, then led her to her large bed. Pushing her back on the coverlet, he shrugged from his long black robes. She panted for air, her head swimming from his kisses. His hands deftly removed her garments, revealing the tattered form beneath.

She tried to roll away, to cover herself. Hiei would have none of it. "You promised that you would hide nothing from me"¨ he reminded her. She stilled, going silent as he finished his task of divesting them both of clothing.

She'd long admired him for his strength, his courage, his honor. She admired him now for the raw beauty of his form. He bore scars as she did, his arm bandaged as usual. But he was beautiful, in a way she would never be. She had long ago fallen in love with the fighter, and the apparition she'd summoned back to demon world. Never believing that they would come to this point, though many was the night she'd lain awake trying to imagine his touch.

The last touch she'd felt had been centuries before, one of her masters. Carelessly using her, tearing her young body and casting her aside. She'd hated men after that. All of them. Until he came.

She became aware of his fingertips caressing the worst of her scars and she locked her eye on him. He lifted his head, "So strong"¨ he murmured. She smiled weakly at him, his words reaching her on some primal level. "It is an ugly body"¨ she whispered.

He scowled for a moment and then looked back at her body, his eyes missing nothing. For long minutes he inspected her and then he met her eye again, "Not to me"¨ he told her, causing her stomach to flutter in a way she'd never known before.

His lips slid over her throat, fangs nipping lightly at the pounding pulse he found there. Her small gasp made him smirk against her flesh. His callused hand moved to brush over her breast, nimble fingers tweaking the bud there to a hard pebble.
Her head thrashed slightly against the pillows, her breath growing ragged as he teased his way across her collarbone and she arched against him when his mouth closed over the lone peak. His touch was like wet silk, his tongue swirling in chaotic patterns against her, his fangs teasing the edge of the coral tip and the gentle swell of the white flesh surrounding it.

Her hand moved to his hair, stroking through the jet black spikes, her legs had begun to move in a restless rhythm she didn't understand. Hiei did however, being no stranger to females. He'd rarely taken them, only in his heats but he was well aware of what made them burn, and Mukuro would burn for him.

Sliding one hand over her thigh he felt her stiffen, and growled softly. The soothing tones one used to comfort. "This is my kingdom to conquer"¨ he told her in a low rumble. That ocean blue eye seemed so uncertain, her past rearing it's head in her thoughts. But Hiei's jagan shimmered softly, "There is no pain between us"¨ he soothed.

His lips descending to hers once more, even as his deft fingers slipped higher, to tease the damp cleft of her core. Unerringly he sought and found the center of her pleasure, the point that would rob her of her fear. Mukuro cried out at the contact, feeling sensation shoot through her entire body.

Hiei felt the answering moisture and smiled against her mouth, drinking in her cries as he stroked her gently, bringing her closer to that starry plain. Her hips began to buck against his hand, and he groaned.

Her body, unused to servicing a man was tight and he was careful to stretch her to accommodate his girth. Then he slid lower, peppering the scarred torso with wet kisses until he reached the very heat of her. She met his eyes over the slight swell of her abdomen, "Hiei?"¨ she asked, her voice a velvet whisper that made his groin tighten, "What are you doing?"¨

He smirked, "Showing you my power over you"¨. Before she could reply, his mouth had covered her core, his tongue teasing through the heated folds to swirl around the pearl of her pleasure, making her clutch the sheets, and cry his name. Her head thrashed wildly, but he was relentless, spurring her onward to that long needed release.

When he felt the first flutters of her orgasm, he covered her body with his own, aligning his thick weeping sex with her opening. With a powerful surge, he entered her, pushing her to climax. He held himself still over her, waiting for her eye to open and meet his gaze.

When he had complied with his unspoken command, he began to move, keeping her trapped with his hooded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in pants, and broken forms of his name, something he found he liked a great deal. Angling his hips, he stuck the softer area within her, wringing a groan from her as she rose to meet him thrust for thrust.

He willed her to meld with his mind, to know his thoughts, his feelings. What she saw there took her breath away. Hiei cared for her, truly cared. Ready to stand guard at her side for eternity if she would only surrender herself to him fully.

"Mine Mukuro"¨ he growled, lowering his face to the juncture of her neck, "Only mine. For always. Say that it is so"¨. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as light exploded behind her eyes. "Yours!"¨ she cried as she released again.

Hiei's roar of triumph filled the room around them, as he curled himself to leave his mark on her breast. No sooner had the slight sweetness of her blood touched his tongue, did he find himself moving faster against her, chasing his own pleasure down long corridors.

With a snarl, he emptied himself within her, feeling her walls clench around him, holding him tightly to her. Then the prick of her own fangs at his shoulder and the world exploded into a white haze.


Long hours later, and several couplings gone by, Mukuro was drifting to sleep, curled against Hiei's powerful form. "I feel" Peaceful"¨ she murmured quietly, "I finally belong"¨. He stroked her hair, "Yes, to me"¨ he agreed, "And I to you. We belong to something larger than only ourselves now"¨.