Burning Mortality and a Winged Rose

Disclaimer : I don’t own YYH. But the oc’s are owned either by SkyaraSnow or myself.

A/N: This entire fanfic was a roleplay Sky and I did only last month. I’m going to be editing a few things since they’d only make sense to us. There will be tons of OC’s you’ll notice, and I’ll place up a picture of each one as they show up. But for this time, I introduced Kiyomi Minatoya. I didn’t go into a great description of her since I intend to leave a link right here. I know, lazy me, lol.

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I apologize for the summary. There just wasn’t an easy way to explain everything. Yes, this does have a plot by the way, I just have to introduce a few different characters first. But, just like with any fanfic writer, leave reviews!!

Chapter 1
Betrayal

The cherryblossom flower slowly eased its way down onto the porch. The light breeze pushing it ever so slightly this way or that through its impending descent. The tranquility was breathtaking, but its normal admirer had other things to attend to. Far more important things if you asked him.

Kurama flung himself back on his bed with more force than he had intended. She sat atop him, her hands slowly caressing every inch of his muscled chest.

“Still nothing?” she asked, her black hair still in knots due to their previous make out session.

“I’m sorry, love,” he responded nonchalantly. They were in the midst of a bet. Kiyomi, his beautiful girlfriend by any human standards and his mate by demon standards, was to try her hardest to get Kurama hard. Kurama, on the other hand, was to resist her sensual movements and keep himself calm and collected. It didn’t help the now infuriated female any that Kurama had been practicing such control before she was even born into her half demon-half human life. “Do you surrender?” he asked so tenderly, though he already knew the answer.

“Never!!” she screamed her defiance. On normal occasions, neither one would dare be this loud, but, to their great luck, Shiori, Hatanaka and Kurama’s younger step-brother, Shuiichi, had left some time ago to watch a movie.

“Are you sure?” he half teased. He was starting to get bored of their game and was ready to claim his prize.

“One more,” she replied, a diabolical plan already forming in her mind. She wasn’t allowed to touch his large cock in any way. But for this plan, she didn’t need to. She knew his neck was as weak a spot as his groin.

She leaned down very slowly, making sure to rub herself up against every spot that normally made him howl. She paused her assault on his senses when she was lying right on top of him. Kiyomi then angled her head over what appeared to be a dark bruise on the skin above his clavicle. A smile spread across the bat demon’s lips as she bent her lustrious face down to her lover’s mark. She then began to lick and nip at it, suck and bite it. Her trail of love bites traveled all the way from his shoulder to the lobe of his ear. If she failed to get him hard, she would have to bend again to his will in what exactly they did in bed.

She wasn’t afraid of what he would do, but she had come up with a rather good idea on what she wanted to do. As that thought crossed her mind, she tried all the harder to beat her mate’s resistance. The skin she had been working on had become tender to the touch. Kurama had began moaning while she was lost in her own wet dream of her plans.

That’s gotta do it! she thought, finally releasing the skin between her ample lips. She looked beneath her to see that nothing had changed. “Ugh!”

“I’m sorry, love,” he apologized again, though a smile played across his lips. “It’s just not that easy to break my will.”

“Fine… I surrender,” Kiyomi flopped down next to him. “What do you want to do this time?”

“I’ve won all of our games so far-“ the perverted fox began.

“I noticed,” she didn’t mean for it to come out as a growl.

He merely smiled and continued on. “I would like to do what ever you are interested in this time.”

Kiyomi only blinked, dumbfounded. She ginally regained her senses to respond. “Really?” she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. For some reason though, that almost frightened Kurama.

Minutes later, they had shed the remainder of their clothes, which included Kurama’s pants, and Kiyomi’s very revealing undergarments. In her hands was a thick, silk cloth. She sat on his waist, and leaned over him, binding his wrists. They both knew if Kurama wanted to, he’d be out of the soft rope in a matter of seconds, but that wasn’t how the game was meant to be played. She grinned once she was finally done. Normally he was the one always on top. This time, it was going to be different.

She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black duffel bag. Within it were all of Kurama’s sex toys, the toys his mother was not allowed to know about. She dug through it and finally found the one she was after, a C-ring. She slipped it on him, and began her torture.

She started by sucking on his cock, something she loved to do. And this time, all he would be able to do was moan and try to move underneath her. Thanks to the silk cloth, he stayed bound to the bed, which allowed her to do what she pleased, without much resistance from him. While she sucked and nibbled, she considered all of her options, though the emotion of both of their lusts were far too strong to think straight.

Kurama knew his place in this particular scenario. He was the submissive. And he planned to give his lover everything she wanted at the moment. This included him begging, if need be. “Please, love… let me cum…” he moaned as she sucked.

After a long moment, she let his member slowly out of her mouth. “Mmm….. no,” she said with all of her evil streak, which wasn’t much, showing on her face. She never got all the time she wanted to explore his body. This may have been her only chance. Her mouth went back to his cock, sucking on the head and ignoring the shaft.

She stayed there for quite a while before she could sense Kurama’s need becoming far too much for him to bear. With that in mind, she slowly started to work her way up to his lips. She kissed everything along her trail. From his groin to his stomach, his stomach to his chest. She then turned her focus to one pale nipple, and began her assault on that. Kurama’s breathing had turned labored by this time.

“Get on with it, Kiyomi!” He didn’t mean to sound brash, but she drove him absolutely wild.

“Fine, fine,” she laughed at him, her face still buried into his chest. She slowly reached down to his groin and slipped the cock ring off. She then sat on his organ, releasing a moan of her own. She began to move furiously, no longer being gentle in the slightest. The bed rocked with the force the two were creating.

It was a matter of minutes before they were both ready for their first climax. They normally went multiple rounds, but by the end of it, the only one they remembered was their first. Just as the both lovers’ backs arched in their orgasms, the window flew open for a brief moment and then closed.

A small, darkly clad demon stood in the center of the room. He looked at them with utter disgust.

Kurama jumped as the temperature in the room sky rocketed. This movement made him release a second time, making a guttural moan escape his parted lips. This just made Kiyomi giggle. Her eyes then glanced over at the intruder who glared daggers back at her.

Kiyomi’s own powers allowed her to sense and manipulate the emotions of others. Though it wasn’t anywhere near the greatest offense, nor was it a particularly good defense. But what she lacked in fighting she gained in everything else that she did.

And one of those many times were now. She could sense the venom eminating from the small demon. The rage…. and the jealousy. She could only think of two explanations. Either this small demon was one of Kurama’s various old lovers, or this was actually his current one. Unfortunately for her, fox demons were notorious for being fickle about who they screwed.

“Ku-Kurama…. Who is this?” she asked. She didn’t stutter out of fear, but because of what he would respond with.

Kurama quickly woke from his last orgasm and easilly slipped out of the knots of silk she had created only a few minutes earlier. “This is Hiei,” he responded, propping himself up on one elbow to stare at the other demon. “He is my ex.”

Kiyomi tried to hide her sigh of relief, but failed in doing so. This gained her a partiularly nasty glare from Hiei.

“Hiei,” Kurama continued, “this is my girlfriend, Kiyomi.”

“Hn…” was Hiei’s only response.

“I’d stand up to shake your hand, but…” she trailed off, making sure the blankets covered both her and Kurama. Hiei’s glare didn’t leave her, though. “Um….” Was all that she could manage after a moment.

The silence lingered on until Hiei finally moved. He walked next to the bed and slid to his knees. Kiyomi was half afraid of what he was planning on doing. He reached below the bed, his eyes never leaving the pair of lovers. He pulled out one of his numerous katanas once his hand had finally found it.

“Hiei!” Kurama breathed, expecting the worst from his hot-headed ex. “Remember, you are the one who broke up with me.”

“I don’t plan to, Fox,” Hiei said, hiding the pain of Kurama’s accusation. He had only broken up with his red-headed lover because Mukuro had called him back to demon world. And there was no telling when that crazy woman would have let him go back. It was safer just to let Kurama wander around on his own rather than have affair after affair because it was mating season and the fox had grown bored. But Hiei hadn’t expected him to actually find someone to replace him. And some woman, no doubt!

“Give us a moment and we can get dressed, Hiei,” Kurama said, noticing the pain that flashed just behind Hiei’s eyes. It was the only amount of emotion Hiei had ever shown Kurama. So in turn, Kurama learned to read it very carefully.

“I’ll leave,” Hiei responded with what could have been called a growl. Using the bed as a spring board, he flitted out the window after deftly opening it and closing it behind him. He needed to get away. He needed to get these stupid emotions under control.

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Various buildings and trees became a blur as Hiei flitted past them. He didn’t care where he went, only that where ever it was, it took him far away from Kurama and his new whore. He knew hs shouldn’t have been surprised that Kurama had moved on, and that this pain because the koorime lost his fox shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did.

It was just over a year ago that Hiei broke up with Kurama. The break up was quiet because only the two of them knew about the relationship in the first place. He loved his fox, but Mukuro needed him back in Demon World for some personal matters. If Hiei actually knew what those matters were at that time, he wouldn’t have left.

He told Kurama about the meeting. And that he didn’t now when he’d return, or when he’d be allowed to for that matter. Kurama had become upset, and rightfully so. Hiei had just completed a three month long training session a week before. He responded to Kurama’s silent stare with apology after apology, but nothing seemed to help the situation. As the departure drew ever closer, he did the only thing he could for his fox. He told him to enjoy spring and that when he got back they’d get back together.

But things weren’t going to turn out the way Hiei had planned. He didn’t even need to use his jagan eye to sense that the two had mated.

Mating was an important thing to demons. Ningens would think of it as one of their stupid wedding ceremonies. It meant that the two demons would protect eachother until death. If the two, instead, decided to be rid of one another, no longer wanting to be lovers, it was a simple matter. The two demons would only have to wait until the next full moon where the bite mark will have healed itself. And what did demons have other than time?

It was spring time when Hiei and Kurama parted ways, and now a full year had passed. Hiei slipped past where the Kakai Barrier once was before Enki had it taken down. He didn’t pass a single patrol, something that caught his attention. Normally there were dozens of demons in the area, now there were only a small handful. This was something he’d have to bring to someone else’s attention, but, in truth, he really didn’t care.

Hiei entered into the darker and more dangerous world, the land of his home. He stood atop the first pinnacle he could locate, and surveyed his surroundings. The smell of fornicating demons was pungnent in the air. It nearly made Hiei gag.

He shook off his momentary nausea and faught back the primitive instinct to go and join his kind in the season-long mating process. He had more important things to do than engage in mindless sex. He needed to find a way to break up the fox and the bat.

Hiei jumped off of the cliff, deftly landing on the pointed rocks below. And with a speed unmatched by anyone in or out of demon world, he sped to the nearest city. He needed supplies if he was to kill the bat.