Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hentai Bets ❯ Feel the Heat ( Chapter 8 )

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talking
mental/telepathic conversations - “Youko”, “Kurama”, “Hiei”
(thoughts)

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Hiei’s left hand slid along Kagome’s cheek, sinking into the thick, silky mass of her hair. He grasped the back of her neck lightly, as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His right arm wrapped tightly around her, drawing her hips snugly against his. All coherent thoughts fled her mind when he nipped her lower lip with his teeth, demanding access to the sweet recesses of her mouth. A shiver ran through her as he explored the soft, warm interior with his tongue before brushing it against her own.

A low groan escaped his throat when she tentatively mimicked his movements. She might be fairly inexperienced, but the smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her was setting his senses aflame. When was the last time a simple kiss had evoked such a reaction in him -- made him ache with longing -- brought his instincts to the forefront, demanding he capture and possess the female in his arms for his own? (Never.)

Kagome felt like she was literally melting in his arms. She couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. Her hands, which had been trapped between them against his chest, clutched the material of his shirt -- fisting tightly as she tried to pull him closer still. She gasped and then moaned as he dragged his lips from hers, and blazed a path down her neck, drawing on the tender skin right above her collarbone.

At the sound of her moan, Hiei lifted her up with one hand around her trim waist and the other supporting her firm buttocks, silently encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Not pausing in his ministrations to her sensitive neck and throat, he took a few steps to pin her back against the wall of the building, allowing him to press himself into the cradle of her hips firmly. He returned his attentions to her mouth as his right hand slowly caressed its way up under the short silk gown she wore until he was cupping her breast. The soft, warm flesh filled his hand to overflowing, and he squeezed it gently before rubbing the pad of his thumb over the nipple in a slow circular motion. The spicy, musky scent of arousal, both hers and his, filled the air and clouded his mind. A low growl rumbled in his throat, growing in volume as he began to grind his hard, throbbing member against her.

The hand that was partially supporting her slid down her thigh, bringing her panties with it. Hiei grasped the outside of her knee, unhooking it from where it was anchored around him to straighten it and set her foot on the ground, allowing the garment to fall away, held on now only just above the other knee. In this new position, and now unencumbered by the barrier her clothing had presented, Hiei’s baser demonic instincts rejoiced at being granted access to her feminine core. He ran a finger lightly across her moist folds, seeking entrance to that private haven that beckoned him -- called out to his desires, both conscious and subconscious, -- and gently inserted it, reveling in the warmth that enveloped him. Kagome’s eyes shot open at the intimate contact.

“H … Hiei?”

Her voice sounded raspy to her own ears. Her body was trembling with the pleasurable sensations his touch was evoking within her. She felt like she was awakening from a long, dreamless sleep -- every nerve was tingling -- every sense was heightened. Never before had she felt such an urge to just give herself over in wild abandon to someone. She had not imagined ever feeling a passion so consuming -- could not have dreamed anything could feel so sinful and so perfectly right at the same time. It was … enlightening … freeing … frightening.

Completely intent and focused on the female in his arms, and on his instincts’ insistence on discovery and exploration, claiming and conquering, it was somewhat of a shock for Hiei to realize there was another part of him that was prodding him away from the sensual haze he was swimming in. The uncertainty in her voice had reached through his pleasant cloud of lust and tapped his consciousness on the shoulder, bringing him back to himself with a tortured groan. He slowly, and reluctantly, halted the gentle probing strokes and brought his hand back up to rub her back soothingly. He pulled away just enough to look in her eyes, and with a mournful sigh lowered his head to kiss her again before resting his forehead on hers.

After a moment, he picked her up and sat down in one of the chairs, placing her comfortably across his lap. Kagome looked at her hands, and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes a few times before trying to talk to him.

Hesitantly, she began, “Hiei? I’m … sorry. It’s not that … well, you know. It’s just…”

“I know. You’re a ningen. You are not used to listening to your instincts. You feel obliged to ‘think things over’ first.”

She grinned at him. “You say that like I’m cursed or something.”

“Hn. That’s not a bad interpretation.”

“Hey!”

He smirked at her. Then he pulled her down to rest her head against his shoulder and nuzzled her hair, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent. He was pleased to note some of his own now clinging to her.

“Don’t worry. I know you cannot help it.”

She giggled at that. “I appreciate your tolerance of the shortcomings of my species.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. Then she spoke again. “Would you tell me a little more about yourself?”

He tensed briefly and hesitated before finally saying, “What do you want to know?”

“Well, do you have any family?”

“A sister. Yukina.”

“Yukina? As in Kazuma’s ‘sweet Yukina’?”

Hiei growled.

She laughed. “So, you don’t think he’s good enough for her.”

“Hn.”

“That’s a normal sibling reaction. Does she care for him?”

He didn’t say anything, so Kagome continued, “Perhaps you should ask her sometime.” More silence. She decided to change the subject. “So, I understand you are also serving out a sentence to Reikai. What did you do?”

Again he hesitated before answering. “I stole something.”

“You’re a thief? Like Kurama?”

“Hn.”

“I suppose he told you I’m hopeless as a pickpocket. He’s a good teacher, but I guess I just get too nervous at the idea of actually reaching into someone’s clothing -- it just seems too intimate for some reason. Kurama was really patient, and he let me practice on him for a long time, but I just couldn’t get the hang of it,” she sighed.

Hiei growled a bit. (Dirty, rotten, sneaky bastard!) “It’s just as well.”

“So, the two of you are best friends, right?”

“Hn.”

Kagome tried to stifle a yawn, but Hiei saw her. “You are tired. Just relax, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she agreed as snuggled up against him and closed her eyes. “I think Jakotsu has another hot spring booked for us to all meet at and debrief tomorrow night at 10:30.”

After her breathing slowed and evened out, Hiei sat there and held her for awhile, content with the quiet of the night and the warm body he was holding in his lap. Reluctantly, he finally stood up and carried her into her room. Laying her down on the empty bed nearest the balcony doors, he pulled the blanket up over her and pressed a warm kiss to her lips. As he got ready to leap from her balcony to the top of the building to head for his own room, his eyes lit upon a small splash of color over by the wall. Smirking to himself, he picked up the silky purple panties and stuffed them in his pocket. It hadn’t been such a bad day after all.
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The next morning, as Kagome was strolling through the village with 3 of the executives, she saw a dark shadow flash from the edge of the forest and take to the air towards the resort. She quickly excused herself, saying she had forgotten her brother was supposed to call at 11:00, and headed for her room. She caught Miroku’s eye and nodded in the hotel’s direction. As she reached the top floor, she heard Miroku on the stairs behind her. Kurama was just coming out of his room, and when he saw her, he walked down the hall to join them.

“Is everything all right, Kagome?”

“I believe our other ’poor, misunderstood’ teammate has returned from his night in the woods.”

Laughing, Miroku unlocked the door to his room, and they all went in. The room smelled strongly of smoke, and they stopped, shocked when they saw Naraku standing there in the living room area. His once-white baboon pelt was completely black -- quite charred and still smoldering in places. His long, wavy black hair was singed all over, and when they looked closely at his face, they could see that he didn’t have any eyebrows.

“Ah, Naraku. It seems things got pretty hot out in the woods. I take it the night air did not agree with you?” Miroku asked politely. Then he snickered.

“I see you are amused. You may leave. I need to speak with My Miko alone.”

Miroku frowned, and he and Kurama both informed him, “She’s NOT Your Miko.”

“Guys, please. I think Naraku has had a hard enough time of it. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Kagome? If you’re not too busy after your lunch date, would you like to help me search some of the rooms?”

“Sure, Kurama. That might be fun, and who knows? Maybe I’ll be a better thief than I am a pickpocket. I‘ll meet you back up here around 1:00.”

“Hmmm. I don’t know -- I like her as a pickpocket.”

“True. But at least we’ll get to spend some more time with her.”

“Wonder what Naraku wants?”

“With him, I’m not sure I want to know.”
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After her lunch, Kagome and Jakotsu were discussing their plans for the evening when Kurama knocked on their door. Jakotsu opened it and smiled.

“Come right on in now, honey. You’re looking particularly delicious today,” he said with a wicked twinkle in his eye as he gave the fox the once-over.

Kurama just arched a brow at him and went to take a seat next to Kagome. She smiled at him, then turned to Jakotsu and scolded him. “Behave yourself! Weren’t you just telling me about your new boyfriend?”

“Now, now, Kagome. I didn’t say he was my boyfriend -- I said I wouldn’t mind hooking up with him. You know, for the good of the mission, like all those guys you’re running around with.”

“I’m not sleeping with any of them ‘for the good of the mission.’ That’s a little above and beyond the call of duty.”

“Well, sugar, I’ll have you know that ‘above and beyond’ just happens to be my favorite position.” Jakotsu winked at her.

“You’re shameless. Anyway, which one of the businessmen is it?”

“Hmmm. I think he said his name was Seto. Or was it Kaito? Maiko? Oh well. It doesn’t matter. He’s quite dreamy. He has long, dark hair -- past his shoulders -- that he wears loose. And the darkest chocolate brown eyes. He’s really built, too. Broad shoulders, muscular arms. Mmmm Mmnnn. Oh my goodness! Look at the time! I’d better be going -- we’re having a late lunch. See you later, Kagome!”

Jakotsu jumped up and rushed towards the door. Then he turned quickly and walked back over to Kurama. Leaning down, he whispered in his ear, “Don’t get jealous now, sweetums, there’s enough Jakotsu to go around.” But before he could leave, a portal opened in the middle of the room, and out stepped Kouga. Jakotsu pouted and grumbled about how he was going to be late now, but sat back down to see what news Kouga was bringing.

“Kagome! How’s my woman?” He swept her into an enthusiastic hug.

Two voices muttered, “She’s NOT Your Woman!”

“What’s this?” he asked, looking at Kurama. “You’re joining forces with her team against me? Kagome, don’t tell me you have a new suitor?”

Kagome giggled. “Don’t be silly! And how did you know this was MY room?”

“Someone has to keep an eye on you, and who better than ME?” He winked at her.

“Come on. Sit down and tell me what brings you here.”

“What? You don’t think the pleasure of your company was enough of a reason to escape Reikai for a while?”

“No. So what’s going on?”

Kouga sighed. “It’s about that missing vice president. You know the one that didn’t show up? Well, he showed up … in Reikai.”

“He’s dead?”

“Yep. Murdered. By youkai, apparently.”

Kurama frowned at that. “This could be very serious. What could be gained by him not attending the retreat?”

“Enmaru and Koenma have a possible answer for that. A new VP has been appointed to replace him, and is on his way here now. What’s really surprising is that apparently the guy is one of the fairly-recent additions to the corporation. It all happened so fast, though, that they haven‘t been able to find out exactly which one got promoted, So, we don’t have any information on him yet -- not even his name.”

“So, they think this new VP may be mixed-up with the demons here? Could they be using him to get the necklace?” Kagome asked.

“That’s a distinct possibility. We will have to keep a close eye on him when he arrives.”

“Oh! I hope he’s handsome!” gushed Jakotsu.

Kouga just rolled his eyes at hearing that. “Well, he’s due to arrive around 5:00 this evening, so keep a look out for him. I have to be getting back. I promise I’ll come back to see you as soon as I can, Kagome.”

“Bye, Kouga!”

“Finally! I do hope the dear boy doesn’t think I stood him up!” Jakotsu headed for the door.

“By the way, why isn’t your guy attending the meeting this afternoon?” Kagome asked. “I thought ALL of them had to attend.”

“When a man gets a chance to be with Jakotsu, he doesn’t let a little thing like his job stand in his way. You should know THAT, sugar.” With that, he sashayed out the door.

That set off a fit of giggles. “I swear, those teammates of mine, … “

“They are rather over-the-top, aren’t they?” Kurama smiled. “By the way, Kagome, do you mind telling me what Naraku wanted earlier?”

“Oh. He just wanted some help with his appearance. I had to cut his hair to get rid of all the singed parts, and I went and bought him an eyebrow pencil so he can fill them in until they grow back. And, of course, he had to rant and rave about what Hiei did. So then I had to lecture him about endangering the mission because he can’t control his perverted compulsions.” She sighed. “But, he just brushed aside my concerns, as usual, and warned me about the unpredictable temperament of a certain, and I quote, ‘sociopathic, masochistic, half-pint spawn of Satan, hell-demon.’ He says I should be sure to stay away from him, but I assured him Hiei isn’t a danger to me -- after all, I’m not the one trying to sneak into his bed or running around in a moth-eaten baboon pelt exposing myself to everyone, “ she said with a laugh.

“Hmmmm. Now that she said it, I wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of either of activities from HER.”

And as Youko conjured up corresponding images of the beautiful miko in his mind, Kurama just sat there and silently agreed with a slightly dazed, wide-eyed look on his face.

“Kurama? Yoo hoo! You okay?”

“What? Oh, sorry, Kagome. Are you ready to go search some rooms?”

“Yes, let’s go!” she said enthusiastically.
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As they were looking through the dresser in the 4th room on their list, Kagome groaned quietly.

“Not MORE!” she whispered loudly. “These guys are on a business retreat, knowing only male executives from their company were coming. So, why did they all seem to bring enough condoms to last a normal man 6 months?!? There’s 8 boxes in here! And a stack of porn magazines! Wait a minute. These are different. Augh!” Kagome dropped the magazine she had picked up and backed away as she turned scarlet.

Smirking a bit, Kurama bent over to retrieve the magazine to see what had her so embarrassed. He had to confess to being a little shocked himself. He’d never even heard of Chicks With Dicks.

“That’s too much, even for me,” Youko confessed.

“Better not tell Enmaru about this guy, Kagome, or he’ll be the next member of your team,” he teased her.

Suddenly, he tensed. “Kagome, someone’s coming.” He quickly put the magazine back in the drawer and grabbed her arm, looking around for a place to hide. This wasn’t a suite -- just the one room with a small bathroom and a balcony. They heard the door being unlocked.. The balcony was out because the curtains were completely open and sashed -- they’d never get them closed in time, and they’d be seen otherwise. Kurama quickly pulled Kagome into the small wardrobe closet and shut the door. They stepped back against the rear wall to hide behind the many suits hanging inside. It was rather cramped, and Kagome was so nervous, she was afraid whoever was in the room could hear her heart pounding. Knowing how anxious she was, Kurama pulled her tightly against him, and began running his fingers through her hair to calm her. When she realized his intent, she tried to relax, and rested her head on his chest. Her eyes widened and shot up to look at his when she recognized a second voice in the room.

“OOOOoooo! I’m so glad you brought the chocolate and whipped cream -- you’ve thought of everything! Let me help you out of those things, lover.”

“Jakotsu,” she mouthed, disbelievingly. Then she covered her eyes with one of her hands and started shaking her head. “Oh no! No, no, no, no, no ….”

It was all Kurama could do not to chuckle out loud. It quickly became apparent that they were going to be stuck in the closet for a while.
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Over an hour later, Kagome awoke to find herself still sitting on the floor of the closet between Kurama’s legs, leaning back against him. She blinked and stretched as best she could in the cramped space. She looked over her shoulder at him questioningly.

He smiled and whispered, “They’re still here.”

“I think I’m scarred for life, “ she smiled back.


“Oh, you naughty, naughty boy! Mama’s going to have to punish you for that.”


Kagome groaned quietly. “This is just WAY too much information.” She covered her ears.

Kurama’s shoulders were shaking with the effort of holding in his laughter.

“I have to admit, this is NOT the way I thought I’d be spending the afternoon.”

“It’s not all bad you know. At least we’ve been able to hold this delightful woman in our arms for the last hour. Perhaps we should offer to … distract her as long as we are in here.”

“Hmmmm.”


“ Now bark. And swing your sword at me. No, not that one, silly! The one I bought for you. And try to growl threateningly -- remember, you’re supposed to be a dog-demon.”


Kagome’s eyes went wide. (Sweet Kami!! I wonder if he’s got him wearing a long, white wig and dog ears? I don‘t want to know, I don‘t want to know!)

As she turned towards Kurama and buried her face in his chest, shaking her head and still covering her ears, he picked her up to straddle his lap and lightly ran his hands up and down her back. He leaned over and nuzzled her hair a moment before grazing her temple softly with his lips.

She looked up at him in surprise and he took advantage of her movement to capture her lips with his own. He slid one hand to the back of her neck and held her in a firm embrace. Her body stiffened, and sensing her hesitation, he ran his tongue along the crease of her lips, encouraging them to part and allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Kagome was surprised and confused. She knew Kurama had been flirting with her, but she had chalked it up to his kitsune nature. Was this his way of trying to pass the time while they were trapped? Her thoughts scattered when his tongue slowly stroked hers.

Kurama’s questing hands found their way under her shirt to gently cup her breasts. He lightly ran his thumbs across her nipples through her bra, bringing them rapidly to tight peaks and sending shivers coursing through her body. Yearning to feel her warm flesh beneath his fingers, he quickly and expertly divested her of the lacy covering currently barring his way. Now his hands could roam and explore those enticing mounds to his heart’s content. The smooth, sleek feel of her skin was intoxicating, and it caused his groin to tighten almost painfully. He shifted to bend his knees up, cupping her bottom in the cradle of his thighs and pressing her pelvic region firmly against him. This position allowed him to more fully press his hardened length against the very center of her sex, and the warmth and pressure he felt even through their clothing had him moaning into her mouth. Her thighs clamped tightly around his, and the delicately spicy scent of her arousal rose, causing a growl to rumble in his chest.

“Kagome,” he murmured against her lips.

The sound of his voice brought her back to herself, and she stilled against him. What was happening? This was Kurama. How could she let herself get swept away like that? (You know the answer to that one -- it was those sinfully delightful things he was doing -- he’s a kitsune for Kami’s sake!) She pulled away and looked at him.

“Kurama, I can’t, … we shouldn’t … Hiei and I -- he’s …oh, hell! Why did you do that?” she whispered agitatedly.

“Hiei? It appears that little hybrid has made more progress with her than I thought. When did he do that?”

“I don’t know, but I think we need to find out when he gets back.”

“First, we need to answer her -- she looks a little upset.”

“I know it’s kind of boring being stuck in a closet, but you can’t just do that to pass the time,” she hissed. “And Hiei and I are, -- well, I don‘t what we are exactly, -- but he says he’s interested in me, and we’re, um, …” (Dating? Getting to know each other? Spending some time together? What the heck do I call it?)

Shocked that she would assume he was just playing around, and irritated that she already seemed to accept and even encourage Hiei‘s pursuit of her, Kurama grasped her upper arms and looked straight in her eyes. “I wasn’t just ‘passing the time,’ Kagome, -- I’ve been wanting to do that -- and more -- since I met you. And I am aware of Hiei’s interest in you just as he is of mine. ”

Now Kagome looked shocked. Just then, they heard the door to the room open and close. They both got to their feet, and listened carefully to make sure the room was empty. They stepped out of the closet. Kagome wasn’t sure what to say, still feeling a little stunned by Kurama’s actions and what he had said. She looked around the room a bit aimlessly until her gaze fell on the clock.

“Oh my goodness! It’s already 4:15. I have to get ready for my dinner date, and be down in the lobby before 5:00 to keep an eye out for the new VP!”

“Well, then, we should go.” Kurama said, placing his hand at the small of her back and drawing her in for a quick kiss.

“Um, all right,” she agreed a little dazedly.

And they slipped out into the hallway and headed up the stairs to their rooms. Kagome quickly ran to the bedroom to change clothes. Pulling off her shirt, she stared in the mirror a minute.

Her bra was missing. Again.

“Kurama!”
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At 4:50, Kagome was sitting in the lobby chatting with a group of the executives. She had changed into a very flattering dark blue dress for the evening. The square cut neckline was held up by two thin strips of material that ran to a thin strip circling her neck. The silky material hugged her bosom and molded to her waist and hips before falling in a straight line to her knees. There was a slit up the front of her left leg, which exposed an eye-popping amount of skin as she sat with her legs crossed. She had her hair pulled back from her face with a pretty white hair comb set with a pink jewel in the center. The rest of her hair cascaded freely down her back.

As she did her best to laugh and be charming, her attention was drawn to a man who was leaning against the front desk. It looked like the new VP had arrived. The men around her had noticed his arrival, as well.

“There he is. Will you just look at that? Acts like he owns the damn place.”

“He has a right to be a little cocky -- he IS the youngest VP we’ve ever had.”

“Yeah. How the hell did that happen anyway? He’s only been with us for 2 months.”

“He’s smooth. And very, very sharp. I suggest you try to get on his good side -- before long, he’ll probably be over all of us.”

As the men talked, Kagome stood up and took a few steps closer to the desk to get a better look at the man. He was tall, and he wore his long, light brown hair pulled back in a tie at his neck. He had broad shoulders, and looked to be very muscular and extremely fit. He was wearing a pair of well-tailored gray slacks and a casual, black polo-style shirt.

As if he could feel her gaze on him, he turned then, and looking across the distance between them, stared right into her eyes.

“Kagome.”

“Hojo?”
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End Chapter Eight