Falscher Mord

Kurumi is my friends character, Fate is mine. Plus, I don't have spell check. So alot of typos and grammar mistakes are gunna rear their ugly heads. I'll fix them later.

The two stared at eachother, eyes meeting and latching onto the others soul and mind in attempt to read the others thoughts and moves before even one was made. With a sudden charge and cry of battle the smaller figure of the woman launched herself at the kitsune opposite her. There were blurs of silver as the two engaged in battle. The young female kitsune struck out at her partner in an upward strike with the heel of her palm which was dodged by the older fox spirit. Over-stepping she turned with a fire back to her enemy and struck out with anger with fierce punches that were blocked and dodged by the experience demon. With a scream she launched all her rage into a punch for the mans face that was caught in his hand. Cries of frustration filled the air as she struggled to free herself of his grasp. With a yank on her arm she was pulled up again his side, close enough so he could whisper into her ear. "Is that all you have kit?" The pull followed through, throwing her off balance and to the ground on the other side of her opponent. When she looked up from the grass she found a smirk of satisfaction on his face. With a primal scream she launched herself from the ground with all the furry of her injured pride and knocked directly into her enemy, knocking him into the grass, trapped with her straddling his hips, bent over him, nose to nose. A smile over came her lips, eyes and composure proclaiming dominace, yet his smirk had yet to fade. In but seconds she found herself flipped over onto her back, hands held high above her head and body trapped under the weight of the larger man.
"I win, kit" Yoko rasped out before latching his lips to hers, nippling to his pleasure at her lower lip. Holding both of her frail wrists in one hand he freed his other hand to run oer the curves and mounds on her body. She tried to feign annoyance, anger, even taking it so far as to cause her silvered ears atop her head to twitch, however her body, her own voice betrayed her when his clawed fingers squeezed her breasts firmly under her ratty old training shirt, claws lazily flicking at her nipples and leaving shallow claws that bled lazily. More strangled moans escaped when his lips trailed a nipping, licking and biting trail down to her throat. Unconciosly she let her furred tail lift to brush against his clothed excitement, wrapping about it as a third hand as if to coax him into completing what he had started. Yoko paused to look at the marks that would most likely mar the pale collum of the kitsune forever. Then he began to suck at the marks roughly, biting at it and sinking his teeth into the tender flesh.
"YO, KURAMA!!!" The cheerful voice of the black haired youth came rolling from the distance.
Yoko turned to face the side, withdrawing his hands from the womans body, much to her displeasure. His eyes were narrowed and his fur was standing on edge in annoyance at having been interrupted in their game, but also relieved that the boy had saved him from doing something that he would regret in a very exposed and inappropriete place. He then became angered once more after realizing that the human side of him was taking over. Turning back to his lover he closed his eyes as he slowly let his yoko consiousness slip from his body and mind, retreating back into the depths of his soul and allowing himself to resume the form of Suichi Minamino once more. His transformation was completed with just enough time to kneel up and remove himself from Fates body before the teen came up to him.
"Hey fox boy!!" Yusuke looked down from where he stood, hands shoved deep into his pockets, upon the girl layed in the grass, hands still spwarled out above her head and panting. "What'd I miss?" He asked with wide eyes.
Kurama gave a chuckled, a sweatdrop forming on the back of his head, hidden where no one could see it. "We were just sparing is all."
"Uh-huh." Yusuke said with a hint of suspicion in his voice. "Well either which way, the old hag's calling everybody in for tea. I tried telling her we didn't have time for it but she pulled the 'old and dying card' on me."
"Are you sure that's not all she pulled on you?" Kurama asked noticing his red, swollen and darkening face.
"Maybe....."
"Tell her we'll be right there."
"Well hurry up, the old hag is getting on my case about it. I'm tired of the midget granny's bitching. You would think at her age that pms wouldn't be a problem anymore!" A screamed escaped the mans lips when Fate had sunk her teeth into his ankle with narrowed eyes. He wailed and ran around with her still latched upon his leg by not but her teeth.
"GET HER OFF!!!!" Yusuke screamed as he ran in circles around the kneeling Kurama. After several minutes of watching the boy run around him Kurama reached out , pulling her back as he ran forward, tripping up when he was released from the weight that he's been dragging. He feel flat on his face when Kurama pulled the slighter figure into his lap. "What the hell was that for!!!!!!"
A growl escaped her and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Why you!!" Yusuke leapt at her as she simultaniously leapt at him. Screaming and yelping emitted from the cloud of dust and limbs that errupted on the feild. Fate was playing dirty, biting and scratching and it wasn't long until Yusuke followed suit. Waiting for just the right moment Kurama reached in and pulled a small Fate from the ball of dust by her neck, giving the same look as an owner of a puppy that had just used the floor as a tree. The cloud however continued to rage as Yusuke fought nothing. screams and fighting were still going on for a long couple minutes until the dust finally cleared to show a very engrossed Yusuke biting his own leg.
Once the dust had cleared it didn't take the boy long to notice that it was his own leg that he was indeed biting and he looked to the two a bit sheepishly. "Huh..." Trying to piece together his wounded pride he stood and began to walk away. "Fine, I'll meet you there!!!!
Once the teen had begun down the hill some distance away, Fate turned back to her partner. Her ears twitched but only slightly as they began to fade away and her eyes that had been fighting with the gold that tried to work it's way in from the outer ring were once again returned to crimson red. Catching her lovers lips and pushing her body up against his, rubbing purposfully against his opened thighs and upward her hands began to travel his body and she begged him to do the same with hers, moaning softly into his ears with just the anticipation of what was to come.
"Fate.... no..." Kurama rasped out as she ran her tongue along the vein that ran just under the skin of his neck. "S..stop!"
A rustling from the tree came just before the voice. "Faaaaate!"
The young silvered haired woman in question fell on her face, planting the image into the dirt. Kurama, however, was quick to regain his composure, as if he'd not just had the urge to jump her and ravish her till the end of the world.. Down came the body of the female koorime who's presence had become unavoidable. Kurama lifted himself, leaning down to whisper in her ears before straightening and walking from the scene.
"Tonight, I promise..."
Kurumi walked up to Fate after Kurama had left. "What'd I miss...?"
Fate looked up to her with the overdramatic waterfall flow of tears running down her cheeks. "Couldn't you find some other tree today?!?!?!"
"Huh?" The koorime was utterly lost...
"She was trying to, I believe, as the humans put it, 'do it'. I believe you interupted it" Hiei said as he walked out from the shadows.
"Huh" Kurumi looked back and forth from Hiei to Fate and back again and again. "You mean Kurama was....?" Hiei noded. "And Fate was....?" Hiei nodded. "and they were......." Hiei nodded again, all the while being glared at by Fate. Kurumi blanked as she looked down to where Kurama was still walking, though some distance away and back to fate, grateful for not running into him in yoko form. He could have ripped her apart for interrupting his fun... though the though made her think of such naughty things, some of the types of things, the kinks and fetishes she had, along with what she wondered Kurama would have. He was far to innocent on the outside. She knew it had to be a cover up for something he hid on the inside. Did he like BDSM, did he wear a leather mask and butless chaps at night or did they do role reversal and have Fate 'do' him instead with some sort of toy..
These thoughts in her mind cause her to look somewhat like she were daydreaming. Wondering what she was thinking Hiei dug into her mind. The images that assaulted his brain were horifying beyond believe in which, among others, Kurama was strung up and masked while being dominated by Fate. With a scream of Horror, he fainted.
His mind was plagued with dreams of a kinky Kurama as a sadist, masochist, and submissive to a dominatrix Fate.
Looking down to where her lover had fainted Kurumi had wide eyes. Seeing as he was still breathing she looked back to Fate. "Soooo. What's Kurama into??" She asked in curiosity. Fate stood and began to walk away. Kurumi followed, leaving a bloodied nose Hiei behind on the ground. "I know!!! He's sadist!! He likes to whip you huh??? No wonder he's so good with the whip! It's like killing two birds with one stone, good in battle, good in bed." No answer. "Ok!! So then he's the masochistic one!! I should have known it after karasu, no wonder the crow took such a liking!! You know when you're a sadist they say you can just tell when someone's a masochist!!" Still no answer and the voices grew softer as they left Hiei's body behind. "Is he dominating, or maybe he likes to be dominated!!?? What are his veiws on leather???"
"SHUT UP!!!!"

"How 'bought handcuffs? Water bondage? Maybe he likes rim job or when you toss his sald?? God!! Kurama has to be into something!!!" Kurumi yelled just as Fate opened the door into the room in which everyone, including Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama and Genkai were seated...(except for Hiei cause he was still passed out in horror in the field) "Ooooopsie...." Her eyes widened as she slinked away from everyones eyes that followed her.
"Sooooo Kurama. You like your salads tossed huh?" Yusuke asked, a sly smirk on his face. Kurama spatthe tea from his mouth and turned as red as his hair and his face became far less dignat that any face he had ever made in his entire life, yoko or not. Kuwabara turned to Kurama.
"What's wrong with that??"
Kurama began to stutter.
"I mean I have tossed salads all the time..." said Kuwabara
Yusuke began to laugh histerically and could not stop till he'd knocked over his tea and rolled on the floor for several long moments. Actually he had not stopped even then, it actually took Fate pouring hot tea unto him, burning to the point you heard a hiss. That caused the end to his laughter.
"Finally he shuts up." Genkai muttered under his breath.
"What's that you old hag!!!!" Soon the two were off to bickering again. Fate turned to Kurama.
"Can we go now...?" Kurama took one last look at the scene and nodded. From the corner of his eye Yusuke had caught them heading out and called over the bickering.
"Now you two be safe!! USE PROTECTION!!!!!" The now empty tea pot was thrown at his head from the door in which Fate and Kurama had exited, hitting him directly and crushing his nose.

Within the dark of the room ocupied by only two and the beams of the moon, the night was the only witness to the acts that were performed. The dance that was as ancient as the world itself, silk against silk and flesh against flesh. The rush of blood and pounding of hearts growing harder and ever faster, giving a drum line for the rythm in which the bodies moved. Mounds and curves fitted perfectly into eachother to creat a single body. Heated breaths were exhaled and sweat slicked bodies slid between the sheets with growing vigor. The ritual continued on, uniterrupted in it's saintity. With completion soon aproaching quickly each mind became one and souls were emptied together and mingled into a single orb on it's way skyward. For long moments they were there, floating one into the other, twining and mingling before finally decending to the ground and entering once again into their rightful bodies.
The night air was heavy and cold as it landed on their wet skin. Bodies still intertwined as they lay among the tossled sheets of the matress. Her body was worn and tired as she lay there, pressed close to the warmth of the body next tp her, not $caring for the smell that they now had on them nor the sweat of excertion. In fact she was actually attracted all the more by the natural scent of the fox demon and the musk coming from off his body.
"Kurama..."
"Mm?"
There was nothing to say. She didn't really know why, but she had just felt like calling out her lovers name. For reason she couldn't begin to decipher, she was drawn to every feature on his face. Every muscle and curve in his body was calling to her fingers as she ran them over his body, tracing and memorizing each nook, cranny, bump and scar that marred his skin. It seemed as if she'd never see him again if she were to let this moment pass.