Of Vines and Revenge

Of Vines and Revenge

By Mieren

WARNING!!!
This is a tentacle fic. Repeat. TENTACLES AHEAD! Yaoi. Lemons ahoy. NCS. If this bothers you, go away. I don’t want you here. Be gone. Leave. Shoo. Scat. If you flame me, I’ll just laugh at you and show all my friends the message of the illiterate dingbat that couldn’t understand a simple warning. We will laugh at you for days. In fact, I laugh at you in advance. Ha ha, I say.

* * *

The day was breezy and slightly cool. No clouds marred the clear cerulean sky, no chance of rain to ruin the perfect spring day. Well, what would have been a perfect spring day if not for a long-established ongoing war between a spiky-haired midget and a harebrained imbecile.

After yet another argument, in which Kuwabara yelled and screamed insults while Hiei silently dodged the clumsy attacks, the two combatants in the pointless feud went their separate ways. More accurately, Hiei casually tripped the redhead and slapped him with the flat of his sword before bouncing off lazily through the trees, already bored with the pointless battle.

Furious, Kuwabara surged to his feet, unruly hair mussed into a tangled knot and fists clenched in unadulterated loathing. He was tempted to call his spirit sword and chase down the fire demon to teach him a lesson. Instead, he let out a growling noise and stalked off, knowing that he would never be able to catch up to the smaller warrior. His teeth ground audibly.

“That runt will pay,” he snarled. “He’s gotten the best of me for the last time.”

* * *

Kuwabara knocked firmly on the front door to a nice house, waiting patiently. He had purposely waited for the woman who lived there to leave before approaching the house. After all, he was only interested in the woman’s son and he didn’t want to be distracted while he was busy. The door was answered almost immediately.

“Kuwabara?” a shocked voice said. “What brings you here?”

“Not much, Kurama,” he answered with a shrug. “There’s just something I have to take care of. I need your help.”

“I see,” Kurama answered, smiling slightly. He stepped back, waving the larger redhead inside politely.

Kuwabara stepped inside, slipping one hand inside his jacket to grasp an item he was keeping in an airtight bag. The moment he heard the door click shut, he spun and pinned the shocked youko against the door, pressing a wet cloth across the smaller man’s face.

Surprised by his friend’s unsolicited attack, Kurama gasped, gagging immediately on the sharp smell of ether. Dizzy from the lungful of fumes, he was unable to defend himself. Despite his desperate efforts to push the larger man off of him, he quickly lost consciousness and slumped to the floor.

Kuwabara sighed regretfully. He didn’t want to involve the gentle youko, but he couldn’t think of another way. Knowing that the slender redhead would have refused to help, he did the only thing he could think of that wouldn’t harm his friend.

Placing the ether-soaked rag near the youko’s face to ensure that he didn’t regain consciousness, he went to work. Deft hands ran through the smaller man’s hair, searching for the tiny seeds he knew to be hidden in the crimson locks. His searching fingers encountered a tiny seed.

Plucking the tiny object from his friend’s fiery red hair, he sat back, peering curiously at the slightly oblong amber seed. Grunting, he pocketed the small kernel. The seed didn’t look like much, but if Kurama had it in his hair, it was undoubtedly dangerous. Since Kurama was the only person Kuwabara had ever seen stand up to Hiei, he assumed that one of the youko’s toys would give him a large advantage when he next faced the diminutive fire demon. He knew that he didn’t know how to use it, but he assumed that if he infused the tiny thing with a mass amount of energy, it would sprout. Past that, he was admittedly lost.

Gently so as not to jostle the unconscious form, Kuwabara lifted Kurama from the floor and deposited him on the couch, trying to make him comfortable. That done, he turned to leave, replacing the damp cloth in the airtight bag on his way out of the door.

With his new weapon in his pocket, he left in search of Hiei. He only hoped that Kurama wouldn’t kill him when he woke up.

* * *

Hiei cracked one ruby eye open, staring blankly at the large figure crashing through the trees, obviously searching for him. A nearly inaudible sigh escaped his lips at the disturbance. Deciding that the quickest way to get the annoying human to go away was to beat him up, he hopped lightly from the branch he was perched on, landing directly in front of the shocked redhead. He stared up at the taller human insolently.

Though initially surprised by the sudden appearance of the smaller demon, Kuwabara recovered quickly. He leapt back several paces, thrusting one hand deep in his pocket.

Bemused, Hiei watched as he withdrew his hand, something clutched in his large palm. With a quick snap of his wrist, he flicked the tiny thing to the ground between Hiei’s feet, following it with a quick burst of spiritual power.

Hiei blinked, looking utterly stumped. He was vaguely surprised that Kuwabara knew how to shoot blasts of energy like that, having never seen the oversized redhead summon anything more than a sword. What confused him even more was that the larger man hadn’t been aiming at him.

He was snapped out of his contemplation when his mind registered something wrapping around his legs. Cursing his inattention, he attempted to leap to safety. Legs ensnared, he only managed to lose his balance and topple gracelessly to the ground where more vines awaited to entangle him. He snapped his head up for the dual purpose of keeping it away from the vines and to glare at Kuwabara. Hiei froze.

Kuwabara had retreated and the reason for it was glaringly obvious. The vines had engulfed most of the visible woods. Fortunately, the plant had stopped spreading outwards. Unfortunately, however, Hiei was in the dead center of the writhing mass.

Realizing that he was on his own against what looked suspiciously like one of Kurama’s plants, he struggled to draw his sword, only to find that his arms were too entangled to move. Curses rang though the air.

Hiei silently swore that when he escaped, Kuwabara would die, no questions asked. He would allow Kurama to explain the oversized moron’s possession of the seed. If he didn’t like the answer, the fox would die as well. He was only allowing the youko the opportunity since he didn’t really believe that Kurama would give out seeds from the demon realm so freely.

His attention was forcibly relocated when the numerous vines hauled him several feet into the air. Leafy tendrils snaked around his wrists and ankles, pulling his slight frame into a spread-eagle position. Hiei bucked viciously, causing two more vines to wrap around his waist and chest to hold him motionless, face down.

Realizing that struggling was only making the plant move faster, Hiei carefully went still. The writhing vines loosened just enough to allow circulation to return to his rapidly numbing limbs. The tendrils, however, continued to slither around him, pushing into his clothes and tangling in his hair.

A slight tightening of his clothes was all the warning he had before the leafy tentacles shredded his clothing, leaving him naked and still suspended helplessly in the air.

Hiei yelped loudly in surprise, the sound of it awkward and unsure since he had never before cried out in his life. The sound died out quickly, one of the vines in his hair thrusting into his open mouth. Never one to be docile, he snapped his jaw shut, sinking his sharp teeth into the wayward fine. The severed end wriggled against his tongue, mildly sweet sap seeping into his mouth.

Growling, he spit out the vine tip, closing his mouth again quickly before the tentacle resting against his cheek could take advantage of the opening. He cocked his head slightly to glare at the fat, blunt-ended vine, immediately suspicious of the leafless tentacle.

His inattention to the remainder of the plant allowed him to be caught off guard again. A fat tentacle slick with sap ran gently across his balls before moving back and slightly upwards, sliding across the globes of his rear. The searching tentacle pushed insistently, slipping into the crevice and prodding at his opening.

Hiei was frozen motionless in his shock. He was snapped back to reality when the questing vine began to push forward firmly. After a moment of resistance, it pressed past the tight ring of muscle and entered the quivering koorime. Acting purely on reflex, Hiei bucked.

He froze instantly, his single brutal lurch having pushed the fat vine much further into his slender frame. Although he went still, the plant did not, the invading tentacle worming its way persistently deeper. A hissing breath escaped between Hiei’s clenched teeth, bringing attention from the vine still resting on his cheek. Stubbornly, he turned his head away.

When he was certain he was about to split in half, the forward movement of the tentacle stopped. He panted raggedly for several minutes, trying to will the pain away. He briefly considered calling for help but, after a wary glance at the vine by his head, decided against it.

The thick tentacle began pulling back slowly. Hiei ground his teeth in frustration, waiting for the enormous invader to be pulled out entirely. An inch from being removed from his tight passage, the vine thrust forward sharply, causing him to gasp loudly. The ever-waiting vine on his cheek slid immediately into his mouth.

Hiei almost bit down a second time when the tentacle repeated its motion from behind, rocking him forward onto the thick mass in his mouth. Remembering himself, he tried to snap his teeth together only to discover that the second vine was rubbery and impervious to his gnawing. It was also too slick for him to pin with his teeth.

The thrusting movement from both ends was numbed suddenly when a new vine wrapped itself around his length, pumping him firmly to bring him to a full erection. Another vine ran its blunt tip across his testicles, gently massaging the soft sack. After that, Hiei was no longer surprised when a fifth and sixth vine joined in, each one caressing a nipple.

A muffled groan made its way past Hiei’s filled mouth. He was torn between thrusting his hips into the gently stroking vines below him or pushing back to meet the thrusts of the tentacle still working him tirelessly from behind. His fogged mind barely registered his shock that the invading length was beginning to feel very nice.

Forcing himself to a decision, Hiei rocked backwards the best he could while restrained, meeting the thick tentacle as it thrust forward forcefully. His impulsive movement altered the angle he was hanging at, causing the penetrating vine to jab a new spot within him.

Sparks danced across his vision and he screamed around the vine still in his mouth. The sudden overload of his senses caused him to ejaculate violently onto the tentacles still wrapped around him and the mossy ground below.

Trembling from the aftershocks of the overwhelming sensations, Hiei was too disoriented to notice when the vines gently lowered him to the ground. He lay still for several minutes, breathing heavily. He was still panting when he slowly pushed himself to his feet, dazedly pulling on his previously disregarded cloak, the only article of clothing to have survived the ordeal. He numbly picked up his sword as an afterthought.

Hiei shook his head weakly, trying to clear his thoughts. The only thing that would come to his fuzzy mind was that something had to be done about the plant. Blinking glazed ruby eyes, he looked around for the suddenly absent plant. His sharp vision caught sight of a few tiny leafy tendrils shrinking back into a miniscule amber seed.

A smirk crossed his face. Smug expression firmly in place, he plucked the small seed off the ground and slipped it into a pocket in his cloak. He wandered off to find some new clothes, reminding himself to thank Kuwabara later and to get even with Kurama for not sharing.

* * *

Kurama regained consciousness a few hours after Kuwabara left. He wrinkled his nose at the lingering bitter smell in the house. Still confused about his comrade’s actions, he moved to open the windows to air out the chemical’s smell.

With the fresh air clearing his senses, he went back to pondering the larger redhead’s behavior. Coming up with a blank, he scrubbed his hands through his hair in frustration. His sharp mind noticed the disarray of his fiery red hair immediately.

Frowning, he began dragging his fingers carefully through his crimson tresses, carefully noting the locations and types of seeds in his unruly locks. All of the seeds were accounted for except one. His eyes widened when he realized which one was missing.

“That’s not fair,” he muttered. “It took me months to find that one. I was looking forward to using it.”

Still grumbling, he considered hunting down Kuwabara and reclaiming what was his. He reconsidered quickly. If Kuwabara had used it, he definitely didn’t want it back.

“Not fair,” he complained again, a loud sigh escaping his lips.

Owari