Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Evil In Us All ❯ Night Part 3 ( Chapter 21 )

A/n- Dear readers; I have some shocking news for you all.

 

I AM NOT DEAD.

 

(You may take a moment and collect yourself before you proceed.) I'm sooooo sorry I haven't been updating, but one thing led to another, and well, I'm just REALLY sorry... -_-. I deserve to be hung by a tree outside Genkai's temple to scare rabid fangirls away from Kurama...

 

Let me plead this excuse: All of you know by now (all of you, meaning those of you who actually read the a/n's) that I have spastic computer ownership. I had one for a while, but then I moved and it got taken away, then I moved in with a friend so I could use HER computer, and after I moved back in with my mom, I couldn't afford to buy one until just a while ago. That's my story. And I'm sticking to it.

 

Now, for those of you who are nearly wetting yourselves with impatience (^_^ my vanity kicking in, sorry...), here's the next part of the story you really wanted to read.

 

WARNING! The following chapter contains a LEMON SCENE. Anyone who opposes reading such material, should skip the portion of this chapter set off with tilde (~) marks.

 

Night Part 3:

 

The blank windows of Titans Tower frowned over Gothom City (I'm not sure if that's really where the Tower is, so if anyone can correct me, please do.). Without its usual house-full of chaotic occupants, headquarters looked very much abandoned.

 

It was a quiet night. Almost silent, actually. A curtain of sleep had fallen over the city's inhabitants, with the obvious exception of its heroes and the patrons of all the other clubs in town. The moon was full and round in a sky that was inky-blue and fathomless. A dog barked in the distance.

 

Without warning, a man descended upon the Titans' gate in an unintentional show of boldness. It was anyone's guess how he had crossed the lake, or how he had gotten passed the security undetected. He appeared as suddenly as if he had teleported there.

 

Nothing was extraordinary about this man; on the contrary, he was so impossibly ORDINARY that you could not entirely distinguish his features, and if you managed to do that, then it was doubly hard to remember them. His was a face that blended into the crowd; perhaps abnormally so. He wore a pair of dark, boot-cut blue jeans and a white undershirt beneath his regular brown leather jacket. To complete the outfit, a pair of extremely dark sunglasses covered his eyes.

 

Without these glasses, it was quite likely that no one would have noticed him at all. Why on earth would someone need to cover his eyes on such a clear, dark night, you may ask?

 

Then again, maybe not. The wording of the previous question made this whole scenario seem that much more suspicious.

 

The man, appearing to be in about his late twenties, raised his left arm slowly to remove those sunglasses. The eyes beneath them were a surprisingly blank, searching grey with very wide pupils that seemed to look at everything, and see nothing. He was obviously blind.

 

Apart from this single distinguishing characteristic, he was a tall man, lanky rather than sturdy. He had dark brown hair, cropped short around his ears and with a soft, almost invisible streak of premature grey running through it. His face was still smooth and unlined, however, except for the subtle crow's feet in the corners of his blinded eyes. Not a particularly attractive man, but as previously stated, very ordinary.

 

He sat himself on the ground, awkwardly having to reposition his long and gangling body until he found a suitable position there. The effect would have been comic if not for the bizarre circumstance. He centered himself and relaxed, seeming to fall into some kind of trance with his eyes half-closed.

 

The night wore on. Owls were hooting now, but everything else was still and quiet; nothing more so than the Titans' strange but un-strange, visitor.

 

Suddenly, the man's eyes popped open with abrupt confidence. The speed at which they opened almost produced an audible snap. He inhaled deeply and after a moment, his body began to tremble almost violently. Gradually, his eyes started to emit a faint, eerie, silver-grey light.

 

It grew brighter and brighter as his body continued to shake convulsively. He seemed to be concentrating very hard and then, as suddenly as it began, his body relaxed completely. His eyes, however, kept right on glowing with surpassingly bright silver energy. After his breathing slowed, the man turned his head toward the looming windows of Titans Tower and a grin stretched over his sweaty face.

 

"Perfect timing. The human idiot is unconscious. HE is alone..." Shockingly, his voice was an unexpected, low, gravelly purr. Situating himself more comfortably, the man opened his luminous eyes wider and the glow intensified to a blinding glare. "Time to send a greeting to my favorite Jaganshi..."

 

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The smell alone was driving him to the brink of insanity.

 

Jasmine and magic wafted upward from her heavily perspiring flesh, and mixed with the heady earth scent coming from all around the cave. This, paired with their combined arousal was enough to send a lesser demon into whimpering fits of frustration.

 

In contrast, Hiei's movements became a fraction more desperate and he felt his gaze positively burn with lust and desire. His fire demon ki had already burned away the headband covering his third eye, leaving it free to roam her body as he busied himself with specific regions of her anatomy.

 

Growling, he threw her deliciously curved body against the cave wall and brought his hands up to steady himself on either side of her head. A single thin crack appeared in the stone behind her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Hiei slid his rock hard arousal against her entrance, probing her, and finding her wet and utterly irresistible. With a cry, she bucked her hips, impaling herself upon his length.

 

Sharp mewling sounds escaped her pale lips as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her; not withholding an inch of his demonic prowess. These turned into long, drawn-out moans as he, in his violent loving, caused more spidery cracks to appear in the wall.

 

Hiei took savage pleasure in watching her shapely breasts bounce before his face in harmony with his thrusting. He leaned forward to taste her. The action rewarded him with a drawling gasp of pleasure as he swirled his tongue around one of her stiff nubs.

 

They reached another climax. She screamed his name once; twice, as he drew out her powerful orgasm.

 

Her legs flexed and clung around his waist at the same time that her arms wound gracefully around his neck. With her head thrown back in ecstasy and violent spasms shaking her body, he knew without a doubt that here was the singular, most beautiful creature in existence.

 

And she would be his.

 

As he came, Hiei leaned forward once more, fangs sliding swiftly into her ash-grey, bared throat. She gasped and went rigid. He slowed the blood flow by running his tongue over her salty, wounded flesh.

 

"Hiei..." Her voice came in a quiet, tender whisper. Embracing her limp form in an uncharacteristic show of tenderness, they slid, a single mass of shuddering limbs, down the wall onto the ground. Hiei watched her naked bosom rise and fall with every sleeping breath she took, skin still glistening with sweat.

 

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Hiei awoke in a not-so-cold sweat. This may have been due to the warm stickiness coating his black, leather club pants. Growling in mortified anger at the mess he'd made, Hiei found a misplaced outlet of frustration in the grunting snores of a still unconscious Kuwabara.

 

Fortunately for the oblivious teen, Hiei realized there would be no satisfaction in killing someone who could not even scream, much less defend himself.

 

Casting the carrot-top a look of half loathing, half disgust (Hiei had obliged to drag Kuwabara as far as the doorway, where it seems, his patience simply gave out.), he was forced to consider cleaning up the window ledge, where he had been lounging in sleep, and take an extremely long, icy shower.

 

Glancing outside in a moment of aggravation, Hiei briefly thought he'd seen something move. A quick scan with his jagan told him nothing was out there, but his gut told him differently. However, the idea of investigating in his uncomfortably wet club clothing was not very appealing.

 

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"Who the fuck IS that?"

 

"Dunno. She's alone though. We should go over and introduce ourselves..."

 

"Remember, Nick, I saw her first..."

 

Botan stood to one side of the bar, nervously strumming her fingers on the table while trying not to notice the unpleasant way a few of the male club patrons were leering at her. A thuggish pair in particular seemed to be brothers, and was making their way toward her, smiling in a way that could not be mistaken for polite.

 

Botan grieved that she stood out from the crowd so much, her normal state of blue hair and lilac eyes would have been distracting enough, but these features had been enhanced due to the clothes she had so stupidly picked out.

 

Her blouse was made up of frosty white layers, and stopped in a cut-off halter style, accentuating her slender neck, and revealing the flesh of her upper breast prettily. Her pants however, were a lurid, bubblegum-pink, and the leather clung to her legs. She had covered her bare arms with extremely long arm covers that reached from just below her shoulders, down to her wrists. They were baggy instead of tight, and were the type of thing you might see an American hippie wear.

She'd left her hair down to complete the outfit and light make-up made her face appear attractively mature and seductive.

 

Botan didn't really want to have a run-in with one of these men; their foreign faces (She's used to Japanese faces, remember?) were vaguely frightening. Looking around discreetly, she suddenly perceived that she was very much alone, as far as her friends were concerned.

 

Trying not to look suspicious, Botan casually sidled toward the other side of the bar, while inside, she feared her heart would burst from all the extra beating it was doing.

 

To her immense relief, she spotted a mass of bright red hair in the crowd and made for it, just as she felt a rough, slightly callused hand grasp her over the shoulder.

 

~To be Continued~

 

I got tired of people continuously asking me for more interaction between Hiei and Raven, so I put together a brief lemon for those of you who are my more perverted readers. (What does that say about me, the writer?)^_^

 

I refrained from going into TOO much detail, because, after all, it WAS just a dream. It'd be pretty darn sad if the dream-lemon sequence turned out better than the real one. So if that disappointed anyone, well, I guess I should apologize now.

 

Yesh, that was an evil cliffhanger, but the introduction to this chapter was so boring, I had to add a little excitement SOMEWHERE. (Even though I introduced a new character and everything...) I also want to take a vote.

 

~ * ~ * ~ *~ Who do YOU want Botan to have seen in the club? ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

Kurama or Kenji (Who are, incidently, the only red-headed males on the team. Sorry Jin fans, our beloved wind master will most likely not make an appearance in this fanfic, unless by some stretch of fate, he is in popular demand by my readers.)

 

Please leave a review with your vote and I will post a new chapter as soon as I have at least five votes for either Kurama or Kenji.

 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Yours forever, Ali ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~