Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hentai Bets ❯ The Return of the Ningen & Other Admirers ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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

THE REQUISITE DISCLAIMER: “Inuyasha” and “Yu Yu Hakusho” -- they do not belong to me. From “Inuyasha” and “Yu Yu Hakusho,” I makea no amoney. (Yeah, the tune to “La Cucharacha” was running through my head just now. Sorry about that.)


Kagome was stunned. The new vice president -- the one who might or might not be in league with demons -- the one who might or might not have the Gem of Desire -- was none other than Hojo. (It’s just not possible. Is it?) How long had it been since she’d seen him last? Two years? (No, three.) He looked different. He’d always been self-confident, but now he seemed more aware of himself and used it to good effect on those around him. What had the other executives been saying about him? (He’s smooth. And very, very sharp. Well, huh.)

Hojo quickly closed the distance between them, but he didn’t just walk quickly or run over as he used to do. No, he prowled over to her. Like a tiger stalking his prey. And instead of bowing in greeting or clasping her hands, he reached out and lazily ran his fingers down her cheek.

“It’s been far too long, Kagome,” he said with a serious look in his eyes.

“It’s good to see you, Hojo. What brings you to this resort?” She tried to sound happy to see him, but she wasn’t sure how well she was succeeding -- she was a little too confused at the moment. Her thoughts were completely jumbled up. (Since when does he call me “Kagome?” It’s always been “Higurashi” or even “Higurashi-san.” )

“I’m here for a retreat for the corporation I work for. What brings you here?”

“Oh. I’m here on vacation.”

At that point, Kagome’s date for the evening, Tokiya Sakuzu , joined them. “She came here with her boyfriend, but he went a little berserk and left. Good thing, too, he was really a horribly jealous, possessive little hothead.”

“Oh, Hiei’s not that bad …” she began to defend him, but Hojo cut in.

“It’s perfectly understandable for a man to act a little possessive when he’s been fortunate enough to garner the affections of a charming and beautiful woman. However, leaving her because of those feelings is not a mistake I would make.” He stared intently into Kagome’s eyes.

The seriousness of his gaze caused a blush to rise on her cheeks, and he let a small, satisfied smile cross his face.

“So, I take it you two know each other,” Tokiya interrupted, not liking the way Hojo was looking at his date.

“Oh yes. We went to school together, though we lost touch when Hojo went off to University.”

“But I never lost hope that we would see each other again.”

“Well, we should be going. I’m sure our table is ready.” Tokiya placed a hand at her waist to lead her away.

But before they could step away, Hojo tipped her chin up with one finger and lightly touched his lips to hers. “We should catch up on old times, Kagome. Let’s have breakfast together. I’m in Room 301. 8:00 o’clock, okay?”

“O … okay.” And a very stunned Kagome walked away with an irate businessman at her side.
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Hiei got back to the hotel before 10:00 that night. He was looking forward to the meeting at the hot springs, -- even if both teams were going to be there. He was sure he could persuade Kagome to stick around after everyone else had left.

“Ah, Hiei. I see you returned a bit earlier tonight. I trust Yusuke and Kuwabara are back, also, or did you tie them up and leave them this time?” Kurama asked with a smile on his face.

“Very funny.”

“Did you find anything?”

“Hai. We found an encampment with about 50 demons in it. However, apparently, it isn’t the main encampment. We overheard some of them talking, and there is one other site where they are gathering on the island.”

“Did you hear anything about who is behind it or what their plans for the Gem of Desire are?”

“One name did come up several times. A demon named Musou. He may be the one behind it all.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Then Hiei asked, “Have you found the necklace yet?”

“No, and my search was interrupted today.”

“Not that we’re complaining any!” Youko broke in with a smile.

Hiei just looked at Kurama pointedly until he chuckled and explained. “Kagome accompanied us on our search. We had to take refuge in a closet for a couple of hours when the man returned with none other than Jakotsu in tow.”

“You are not saying that clownish hentai spent the afternoon …”

“Oh yes he did. It was quite … enlightening, in fact.”

“I think the word you’re looking for, Youko, is SCARY.”

“What with all the props and the role-playing, I’m afraid we had to distract the dear girl from her embarrassment. Mmmm mmmm.” Youko licked his lips.

Hiei growled and glared at him. “Dirty, rotten, sneaky, opportunistic bastard.”

“Though we did have to convince her of our sincerity in pursuing her,” Kurama frowned. “She seemed to think we were just casually flirting, but she was well aware of YOUR interest. Care to tell us how that came about?”

“Hn. No.” And Hiei flashed a suddenly smug smile in Kurama’s direction before turning to look out the window.

After a few minutes, Kurama spoke again. “There was some disturbing news from Reikai earlier. The vice president who hadn’t shown up was murdered by youkai. And a replacement has already been named and was due to arrive today. It seems likely that he is involved either directly or as a pawn of some sort.”

“Then he must be considered dangerous and will bear close watching.”

“Kagome went down to dinner early to try to check him out as he arrived.”

“Hn. I do not like her being the one responsible for keeping an eye on him.”

“I’m not very happy about that either, but she is the one in the best position to do so.”

“I think, perhaps, we should make it a point to watch him carefully also. And you should definitely search his room at the first available opportunity. By yourself.” Hiei added with a pointed look.

“Spoilsport.”

“At any rate, we should get ready to head to the hot springs. I believe the theme Jakotsu selected is Dark Caverns.”

“Hn. It figures.”
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Everyone was gathered at the appointed hot springs at the appointed time, -- everyone except Kagome. As the name promised, this particular spring ran through a series of interconnected, large, dark caves. Just inside the entrance to each cave was a hole for a pit fire, and furs were strewn about along the various natural shelves and floor for comfortable seating when not in the water. The only light provided was by a few small torches along the walls.

“OOooooo! Perfect!” Jakotsu clapped his hands in delight. “I must bring my sweetcakes here later.”

“Speaking of your friend, you do remember that Kagome and I were searching rooms today?” Kurama asked him.

“Hai. So?”

“You said you were having lunch with a ‘Seto’ or a ‘Kaito.’ The man whose room you went to was Yoshida Masaharu. His room was on our list.”

“So? I’m not always good with names. Oh! You mean you were there?!?” he squealed. “Well, what did you think? Did I look all right? I always wondered. You know, when we were …”

Just then Kagome walked into the cave. The assembled detectives all turned towards her with an appreciative gleam in their eyes. Surrounded by shadow, and backlit by torchlight, she was a vision straight out of their darkest fantasies. Unknowingly seductive in her movements, she stepped closer, slowly lowering her long, silky black robe from her shoulders as she approached. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, with strands of wavy curls falling around her face and neck. When she was but a step away from the water, and her sleek, black bikini was fully revealed, along with generous expanses of smooth, creamy, feminine flesh, the sound of several masculine groans made her pause.

“Is something wrong? Is the water too hot?”

“Something’s too hot in here, “ Yusuke said, leering at her.

“Kagome-sama, have I told you how fortunate I feel that Buddha saw fit to let me continue my journey as one of your companions in this life as well?”

“Uh,… that’s very sweet of you, Miroku, but I’m still not going to sit by you. I can’t see your hands underwater in this light.”

“Your suspicions wound me.”

“Better my suspicions than Sango’s Hiraikotsu, ne?” she said with a laugh.

“Ah, Sango. She was truly a woman of passion.”

“Are you referring to the slayer who was constantly rebuffing your attentions in such violent and humiliating fashions? Honestly, I am mortified beyond belief at my inability to eradicate the lot of you,” Naraku intoned condescendingly.

“Can we please leave the past in the past and concentrate on our current mission?” Kagome pleaded with him as she stepped down into the water next to Hiei, -- pleasing him no end, and earning him several dark looks from the others, which he couldn’t care less about.

“As you wish.”

“By the way, Naraku, love your new look, “ Jakotsu gushed. “The short, wavy hair and slight sideburns really give you a more sophisticated, dangerous edge. Like the Yakuza in America or something. But what in the world happened to your eyebrows?”

Naraku just narrowed his eyes and glared at him.

Suddenly, a portal formed beside the spring, and out stepped Kouga, clad in swim trunks and carrying a towel.

“Kagome!” He hollered, dropping his towel and jumping into the spring next to her. “How’s my woman?”

Naraku, Miroku, Jakotsu, Kurama, and Hiei all frowned at him and said, “She’s NOT Your woman!”

Kouga looked around at them. His eyes landed on Hiei on the other side of Kagome. “You, too, runt? Damn, woman! I knew I should have just taken you as my mate when I kidnapped you.” That announcement earned him a few growls.

Kagome laughed. “You know you were always more interested in tormenting Inuyasha than in shackling yourself to me.”

Kouga snorted and rolled his eyes. Then he sat down, muttering, “Damn mutt.”

“So, what are you doing here anyway, Kouga?” Kuwabara asked.

“I’m here to get a report from you guys on what you’ve found out so far and to tell you what they’ve found out in Reikai.”

Yusuke filled everyone in on the demon encampment they had found, and when he mentioned the leader might be a demon named Musou, Kagome gasped.

“It couldn’t be!”

“You know him?” Yusuke exclaimed.

“If it is indeed the same Musou, he was one of Naraku’s detachments back in the Sengoku Jidai. But you reabsorbed him, didn’t you?” Miroku asked.

“Hai. But I had to rid myself of him again later. Though he originally held the heart that had loved Kikyou, as Musou he only ever saw her,” he pointed to Kagome. “It was bad enough having a weakness for a miko made of graveyard soil, but to have another one for the living miko who was actively hunting me was intolerable. Though I must confess Musou’s obsession with My Miko was certainly more warranted and more understandable than Onigumo’s with Kikyou --even when she was alive, she was a cold bitch.”

Five voices coldly told him, “She’s NOT Your Miko.”

“Well, damn! So this whole mess is your fault, Naraku?” Yusuke was pissed.

“I can hardly be held to blame for something Musou does. He has been a separate entity for over 500 years.”

“Naraku’s right, “ Kagome said softly, looking directly at him. “He is not the same Naraku. But, fortunately for us, he should be able to help us greatly with Musou.”

“All right then. Can you tell us what Musou’s plans might be for the Gem of Desire?” Kurama asked.

“500 years ago, Musou’s sole desire was My, ... was Kagome. However, he should believe her to be dead after all these years, so I have no idea what he could possibly be planning now. I do know one thing, though. It would be extremely dangerous for him to come across her now.”

“You will go nowhere outside the hotel without one of us as an escort, onna.” Hiei told her sternly, putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her towards him with a grim expression on his face.

“Wait just a minute…”

“No, he’s right, Kagome. There’s no point in taking unnecessary chances,” Kurama added gently.

“Fine, “ she grumbled, “but you all sound like a bunch of old women.”

“So, we still need to locate the main encampment, set up some kind of surveillance, and hopefully find this Musou,” Yusuke summed up the situation.

“We also still need to locate the necklace,” Kurama reminded him.

Kouga joined in here. “Oh yeah. Reikai finally found out the name of the new VP, it’s …”

“Aikitoki Hojo,” Kagome finished for him.

“So, you’ve met him already?”

“Actually, … I know him,” she confessed a little self-consciously.

“What?!?”

“We went to school together. He’s … well, he’s kind of the only guy I ever, um, dated.” At the dead silence and startled looks she was getting, she added, “He’s really a very nice guy.”

“Gomen nasai, Kagome-sama, but is this the same Aikitoki we met in the Sengoku Jidai -- a reincarnation, perhaps?”

“No, he’s his descendant. He’s the one who was always bringing me gifts to help me get over my illnesses.”

“What illnesses? I don’t remember you getting sick more than a couple of times throughout the entire quest,” Miroku remarked.

“Don’t you remember? My ji-chan told everyone in my time I was sick to cover up my absences at school. I was gone so much of the time. The trouble is, he couldn’t keep it simple and just tell them I had a sore throat or the flu or anything like that -- he kept coming up with these exotic diseases. And Hojo would always bring me strange herbs and teas and vitamins to help combat them. Everyone thought it was a miracle that I lived long enough to graduate. Of course, it could have been worse…” she trailed off.

“How so?” Yusuke asked curiously.

Kagome blushed. “Well, my mother finally stepped in and stopped ji-chan after 2 years, thank Kami, because he had run out of other ideas and was deciding between chlamydia and syphilis for my next illness.”

That quiet statement was met with a shout of laughter from Yusuke, a slight choking sound from the monk, and a round of hearty chuckles.

“Yeah, well, …he meant well,” she mumbled.

“I do have to wonder what your devoted boyfriend would have brought you for one of those illnesses, Kagome-sama,” Miroku waggled his eyebrows at her.

She groaned. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Your ji-chan’s senility aside, just how well do you know this man, Miko? You realize there is a strong possibility he is league with the demon threat we have been sent here to deal with. Did you sense the gem on him?” Naraku quizzed her.

Kagome looked surprised at that. “No, I don’t believe he had the necklace -- at least he wasn’t wearing it. But I can’t believe Hojo would be mixed up with demons. I’m sure he doesn’t even know they exist. At least, … I’m sure he didn’t 3 years ago. He is a little different now,” she said, remembering how he had kissed her earlier.

“Different how?” Miroku asked.

“Well, he always was pretty self-confident, but now he has a different air about him. The other executives were talking about how cocky he is, but that he has a right to be. He never used to be arrogant in any way. And while he did always seem to just assume I would go out with him when I was well enough to, I never really felt like he was intent on me. Does that make sense? But when I saw him in the lobby tonight, and he walked over to greet me, … I almost felt like he wasn’t overly surprised to see me -- like he knew we would meet again. And he never kissed me like that before, and right in front of the guy he knew I was having dinner with, too,” she frowned.

A low growl emanated from close beside her.

“He KISSED you!” Jakotsu shouted. “Spill it, sugar. Give Jakotsu all the juicy details.”

“There are no details. That’s it. And I’m having breakfast with him tomorrow.” And then she mumbled something so low even Hiei, sitting next to her, couldn’t make it out.

“What was that?” Jakotsu insisted.

“Um. I said I’m having breakfast with him tomorrow, in his room.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kagome,” Kurama started to argue.

“Oh, will you guys give her a break? It’s well past time the girl got laid. Of course,” Jakotsu said, turning to her, “Mr. Foxyman over there did say he was stuck in the room when I was rocking loverboy’s world today, and weren’t you supposed to be searching them with him? Just where were you two? And what were you doing in the meantime? Are you still a virgin, sugar? Because I can understand how the two of you might get carried away seeing Jakotsu in action.” And he winked at her.

Feeling a blush sweeping her entire body, Kagome covered her face with both hands and groaned. (I know what those 3 hentais did to deserve getting stuck with each other, but what did I do? I must have been really bad in a former life. Oh wait. I guess I was Kikyou. Yes, that explains it.)

Seeing her reaction, Miroku felt compelled to inquire further. “What’s this? First we find out about an old boyfriend, who just happens to waltz back into your life and start kissing you; Second, we hear about your sordid history of STDs; Third, we find out you have voyeuristic tendencies -- spying on poor little Jakotsu in an unguarded, intimate moment; and NOW we hear you have taken a kitsune lover? What happened to the sweet, innocent little miko I used to know?” he teased her mercilessly.

“Miroku!” she growled. Then she lunged at him, and dunked him, holding him underwater for a minute.

Laughing when he surfaced, he continued his verbal torture. “Why, Kagome-sama! I will be happy to let you press your ample bosom to my face any time you like -- you don’t have to attack me and hold me down. Though if we weren’t surrounded by water, I promise I wouldn’t protest that, either.”

“Oh! I have some things you might want to try -- handcuffs, blindfolds, silk ropes --you can borrow them anytime you like, sugar.” Jakotsu offered. “By the way, he loved the pink negligee you gave me.”

“AAAuuuggghh! Kouga, you can tell Lord Enmaru I quit. I’d rather be chained up in Reikai for the next 100 years than keep hanging around with you hentais.”

Still laughing, Miroku couldn’t resist one last quip as she picked up her robe and stormed off. “Oh! If YOU want to be chained up, we can always take turns.”

As laughter echoed through the cave, a certain fire apparition disappeared in a blur in the direction Kagome had taken.

“Need I ask where you are going, Hiei?”

“Did we not just decide she shouldn’t walk around unescorted?”

“Why do I get the feeling your reasons for escorting her are not completely due to your concern for her safety?”

“Because you are no more a fool than I am -- just not as quick.” Hiei chuckled.

“Damn cocky, little, fast bastard.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
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Hiei quickly caught up to the fuming miko, and picking her up, headed for another one of the caves some distance away. He set her down near the spring and lit a couple of the torches. “How strong are your barriers, onna?”

She arched a brow at him. “You’re not going to giggle like a certain perverted monk I know if I say they’ve never been breached, are you?” His lips twitched a bit, but he remained silent. “Okay, I’m assuming you are not asking out of idle curiosity. I take it you want me to seal us in here?”

“I think it would be prudent.”

“Hmmmm. Should I be nervous?” she asked as she threw up a barrier at the entrance of the cave.

Hiei came up behind her and tossed her robe aside before wrapping his arms around her waist. “Are you nervous being here with me?”

“No.” She turned in his arms and kissed him softly. Then she stepped back, and taking his hand, led him into the water. After finding a comfortable place to sit down, he pulled her down onto his lap. Then he unpinned her hair and ran his fingers through it.

“You should always wear your hair down.”

She laughed and told him, “You don’t know how long it takes to dry it and comb it out every time I get it wet.”

“I would do it for you,” he said in a serious tone.

Startled, she looked at him. “Have you been reading that romance novel I have hidden in my underwear drawer? Or my diary? Because I didn’t think there were any real men who would say things like that.”

Looking a little offended, Hiei informed her, “First of all, I am not a man, I am youkai. Second, I wouldn’t waste my time reading one of those trashy books ningen women are so fond of. And third, I wish you would quit acting so surprised and disbelieving of the things I say to you -- what possible reason could I have for lying? If I tell you something, onna, I mean it.”

“Gomen nasai. I didn’t mean to imply you were lying. It’s just that you seem too good to be true -- every woman’s fantasy.” He snorted and rolled his eyes. “No, I’m serious! You’re handsome, strong, and intelligent. You don’t play games -- you just came right out and told me you were interested in me. You understood and respected my hesitancy to go too far too fast. And saying you would dry and comb out my hair? That’s one of the most incredibly romantic things I’ve ever heard. We ningen women turn to mush at things like that. It just doesn’t really happen to real people. Certainly not to me, anyway. Are you sure you’re real and not just a figment of my overactive imagination?” She poked him a few times in the chest.

“Is this real enough for you?” He fisted one hand in the hair at the nape of her neck and leaned in, taking possession of her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Ever since he had first seen her that evening, entering the shadowy cave and dropping her robe oh-so-innocently, but to such devastating effect, he had felt a growing hunger -- a desire -- an overpowering need to touch her again. To taste her. To take her.

Her lips were warm, and soft, and he was addicted to the sensations produced when he slid his own across them. She let out a small, contented sigh, as if she, too, had been waiting for this -- for this moment, this touch, for him. And he was overwhelmed with the thought that this onna could truly want him this way. But while he might wonder at it, he was not going to waste time thinking about it. Not now. Not with her in his arms. It was with much regret that he relinquished his hold on her so they both could breathe, and settled back against the natural shelf he sat upon, drawing her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her once more.

“That’s better than any fantasy I ever had,” she laughed softly. And they sat there contentedly a few minutes before she began to talk.

“Where is your home?”

“I don’t have one. I stay at Genkai’s temple sometimes to watch over Yukina. And sometimes, when I’m in the Makai, I stay at Mukuro’s.”

“Mukuro’s? Are you two…? I didn’t think she …”

Hiei chuckled. “No, we aren’t, and she doesn’t. How do you know that about her, though?”

“I met her a few years ago. After an initial … misunderstanding, we got along all right. She is a very strong, very powerful woman. I respect her.”

Wondering just a minute about what kind of ‘misunderstanding’ they might have had, Hiei came to one conclusion. “Mukuro propositioned you?”

Blushing, Kagome explained, “Well, kind of. Unfortunately, I really didn’t understand what she was thinking when I agreed to ‘be her guest.’ It was quite embarrassing. But, we were able to laugh about it later, and become friends. I haven’t seen her for a couple of years, though. How’s she doing?”

Laughing, he told her, “She’s fine. But if you knew that about her, why would you even ask if she and I …”

“Well, because what woman wouldn’t, ahem, switch teams for a hot fire apparition like you?”

He liked the sound of that. His masculine ego swelled considerably.

“But, you really don’t have a place you call home? Why not?”

“I have never needed one.”

Sensing his unwillingness to talk about that topic any more, she changed the subject. “May I see the Jagan?”

He unbound his bandanna. Would she be repulsed by it? Frightened? Many females were. He wasn’t prepared for her intense scrutiny. It was almost as if she and the Jagan were having a staring contest. He could feel the Jagan’s interest in her, and he made sure he had a firm hold on it.

“Why did you have it implanted? You were surely powerful enough without it.”

“I needed it to help me find my sister.”

She nodded at that. “It remains a separate entity, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And at its root, it is inherently evil.”

He hesitated. “Yes.” He knew that as a miko, the Junjoukaren no Miko, no less, she would not be able to reconcile the fact that he lived with such an evil entity as part of him.

Once again, she surprised him. She leaned over and kissed him. “You are incredibly strong, then, to control it and use it for good purposes. Brave, too, -- almost foolhardy. I wonder if anyone else could do it?”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing. She sat there and looked at him for a few minutes before speaking again.

“Hiei? I need to tell you something, … about Kurama. When we were stuck in that closet today, he said he was interested in me. And when I told him that you and I were … well, that we … oh, anyway, he said he knew about us and that you knew about him, too. What does that mean? That you both want to date me and you‘re both okay with it?”

Hiei was definitely surprised. (She had told Kurama she was with me? And she felt like she should tell me about him.) He looked at her carefully. She seemed uncomfortable with the idea of dating both of them. (Would she really turn him away if I asked her to?)

Not getting any kind of response from Hiei, Kagome felt she needed to explain further. “You two are best friends. And we’re all working together, and this just seems like it can lead to nothing but trouble. And I really, really don’t want to cause problems.”

Hiei cut her off there. “There won’t be any problems. Youkai are not like ningen.”

Kagome rolled her eyes at that. “I know that..”

“Then don’t worry about it.”

“Fine, I won‘t,” she huffed.

But if Hiei had known what Kagome was thinking, he might have answered differently. (All of the youkai I’ve ever been around were extremely possessive about a female they cared for.) I guess this is more casual than I had hoped. (Of course it is, you baka! Did you really think someone like Hiei or Kurama would look at you for a serious relationship? Do you think they’re looking for a mate? Baka!! When this mission is over, you’ll probably never see him -- or them -- again.) So, what do you want to do about it? Throw this opportunity away, or make the most of it? Grow up already. (Just don‘t let yourself get too attached …or is it already too late for that? )

At the same time, Hiei was irritated at his own response to her mentioning Kurama. (Damn it! I knew he would be pursuing her, too, from the very start. So, why does it irritate me to hear her say it? And why does the thought of him touching her aggravate me so? And why did she even tell me? Because she’s honest. She wouldn’t sneak around behind my back with him. ) And are we being honest with her? (I am still confident I can win. I will win, and I will have her as my lover. Why does that not seem like enough anymore? The bet is beside the point. I want her.) As a lover? For how long? Until the mission is over? (Longer than that.) How long? (Maybe … forever? Don’t go there -- it’s not possible. But damn it! She should be mine! But once she knows who and what I really am …)

With those thoughts rumbling around in his head, he looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and there was a faint frown marring her brow. He lightly traced the fingers of one hand down her cheek, then her neck, drawing little circles at her collarbone. He smiled when she shivered. Right now, she was with him. His. And even if he couldn’t have her forever, he would always have this moment. And if he had let the Jagan have its way, he would have heard those very thoughts echoed.

Hiei turned her so she was straddling his lap, and began to kiss her hungrily. She tilted her head and parted her lips to allow him access as her hands roamed his chest. She pressed firmly against the various muscles and hollows, reveling in the feel of his warm, wet skin. A little surprised at her boldness, he let her continue her explorations, while he swiftly cut the strings holding her bikini top in place. Tossing the small scrap of material on the banks of the spring, he began his own exploration of her newly-revealed flesh. She let out a gasp as his fingers found and caressed a dusky nipple, causing it to tighten and sending a surge of heat down into her very center. His lips traveled down her neck, pausing briefly at times to draw upon her sensitive skin.

One of his arms encircled her waist, to support her as she leaned back in unconscious invitation to his advances. When his mouth reached her breast, she let out a little cry, and her hands which had been clasping his shoulders tightly, moved to his hair. As he licked and suckled to his heart’s content, she ran her fingers through his hair and traced the outline of his ears lightly, feeling so hot and so wound up inside, she thought she would explode. And when he switched his attentions to her other breast, she rocked her hips against him. That one gliding touch against the hardened proof of his arousal caused the spring that had been coiling inside her belly to come undone, and she cried out again as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm.

Looking in amazement at the girl in his arms, Hiei quickly picked her up and then laid her down on the nearest fur spread out along the floor of the cave. He covered her body with his own and kissed her deeply. As his tongue stroked hers and his hands soothed her body, his only thought was that he had never known a female so passionate -- so incredibly responsive. And she was his. She had to be. He would make her his.

And with that thought in mind, he began to blaze a trail from her lips to her neck, from her neck to her breasts, from her breasts to her abdomen. As his fingers and tongue teased and scorched her skin, Kagome writhed in a sea of unfamiliar yet unbelievably pleasurable sensations. She wanted to say something, to touch him, anything, but felt almost paralyzed by the things he was doing to her. Then he sat up and gently lifted her hips, sliding her bikini bottoms down her legs and tossing them aside. He smiled at her then. A knowing, confident, entirely, pridefully, male smile. And she couldn’t help smiling back. She sat up and threw her arms around him, pressing herself against him as she kissed him with a hunger she had never felt before. He let her control the kiss for a moment, enjoying the feel of her questing tongue sliding against his own and the waves of heat it set off inside of him. But he knew he would have to reassert his dominance in this dance or it would be over far too soon. As he felt one of her hands tentatively trace the length of his shaft through his swim trunks, he groaned and forced her back down with his body, before resuming his path to his previous goal.

Settling himself between her legs, he slowly approached the source of that tantalizing scent of hers. The familiar spark of oranges and lemons was now laced through with something spicier -- cinnamon, yes, that was it. And as he reached the apex of her thighs, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he cupped her buttocks and lifted them slightly before lowering his mouth for that first taste. Her hips bucked and her eyes shot open at the first touch of his lips. No one had ever touched her so intimately before, and she had thought she would be embarrassed by such a touch, but she wasn’t. Instead, she felt like she had suddenly been set free, and she was flying on a wave of pleasure and desire. And she wanted more.

Hiei was too wrapped up in his own discovery and his body’s reactions to notice how she bent her knees and opened her legs further in encouragement. He groaned his pleasure at discovering that her taste really was as good as her scent. No, better. And to his horror, he realized he was about to lose control like a damn schoolboy experiencing his first woman.

Just as he was about to stop for a minute, to get his body back under control, Kagome moaned and said, “Oh, Kami, Hiei! That feels sooooo gooood!” Nothing in her limited experience had even begun to prepare her for something like this. It was as if her body was not her own, but instead some kind of instrument he was playing a symphony on. She was merely a spectator, and yet she was also the receptacle of all pleasure-inducing nerve endings at the same time. And he lost his battle as she peaked for the second time and his tongue was drenched in her juices. Not one to cry over spilled, uh, milk, he greedily lapped up the intoxicating nectar she produced until she had calmed and he felt completely satiated. Then he moved up over her and kissed her softly before wrapping his arms around her and carrying her back into the water.

There, he sat down and placed her on his lap with her back against his chest, and rested his chin on her shoulder. Both extremely content, neither one said anything for a while, but each kept running their hands lightly over the other’s arms and legs, and in Hiei’s case, around and across her breasts and abdomen.

Finally, Kagome spoke. “Hiei, I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’d like to … well, return the favor.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But, I want to. That is, if you want to -- I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want.”

He chuckled at her then. “I don’t think there is a male alive who would complain about being forced to satisfy his onna that way.”

“Good.” She smiled at him as she stood up, and tried not to think about the way he‘d said ‘his onna’ -- (Don’t go there, Kagome.) And she grabbed his hand as she stepped out of the water, and led him over to one of the furs. She pressed up against him and kissed him, slowly running her tongue along the edges of his lips until he opened to her. She ran her hands slowly, but firmly along his back, as if memorizing every plane and muscle. When she moved her mouth across his jaw to nip at his earlobe, he shivered, and let his hands do a little roaming of their own.

She moved her way down his neck, pausing to lightly bite and suck the tender skin there. Hiei was surprised at the sensations it sent through him, and it wasn’t long before he felt hard enough to burst, and she had just moved to his chest! She teased and licked his nipples for a few minutes before drawing one into her mouth to suckle a little. Each draw of her lips caused a corresponding twinge of his now almost painfully hard member below, and he began to grind it against her to relieve some of the pressure. She looked up into his eyes and smiled as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. She had barely even touched his length all this time, and knowing she had never done this before, he wondered how she would proceed.

She began by slowly massaging the muscles in his thighs, while rubbing her cheek against him softly, first on one side, then the other. Then as one small hand cupped his sac, he felt the fingers of the other slowly trace circles around him from base to tip. At the first soft touch of her tongue, his hips jerked, and he grabbed ahold of her shoulders to steady himself. He felt a low growl building in his throat as her tongue slowly bathed his shaft with long, firm strokes. When at last she covered the head with her mouth and slowly sucked it in, swirling her tongue around it before pulling more in, it was all he could to stand still. As she slowly engulfed the heated fleash as far as she could, and then increased the suction as she worked her way back up, pausing every little bit to stroke firmly with her tongue, Hiei moaned her name and panted out,

“Kagome, I thought you said you hadn’t done this before.”

She looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes, ran her tongue all around his tip, and said with a smile, “I haven’t. How am I doing?”

He just groaned again as she resumed the downward motion. As she picked up the pace a bit, he moved one of his hands from her shoulder to tangle in her hair. He felt completely helpless and all-powerful at the same time. His whole body hummed with the intense sensations she was inflicting on him. It was a completely primal feeling -- he briefly thought this is what the cavemen must have felt like, standing there with his onna on her knees in front of him, giving of herself solely for him and his pleasure. However, there was only so much a male -- even a youkai -- could take, and Hiei was rapidly approaching his limit.

He could feel the tightening of his balls as they began to draw up, and the thickening of his shaft as if his very essence was gathering in upon itself for one final surge of power. He couldn’t recall ever being so acutely aware of these feelings, and he thought his knees would buckle when he finally came with a shout. Her name lingered on his lips as she drank all of him in before letting him sink to his knees, where he gathered her to him roughly and nuzzled in her hair before collapsing on top of her in a contented heap.

“Um, Hiei? I don’t mean to complain, but your arm is crushing my windpipe.”

“You’ve got nobody to blame but yourself. You drained all my energy, onna. Tell me again how you’ve never done that before.”

She giggled. “Just because I hadn’t done it, didn’t mean I hadn’t read about it or talked about it with my friends. They had lots of suggestions.”

Hiei made a mental note to himself to send gifts to said friends, right before forbidding her to ever have any contact with them again -- obviously they were bad influences on her. Who knew what other completely inappropriate ideas they had given her? He would have to find out.

As he picked her up once more to settle them both in the soothing hot waters of the spring, he was stunned to realize she had climaxed again when he had. And inordinately pleased with himself. After all, he hadn’t even actually done anything this time -- it was simply further proof of her responsiveness to him and his body.

He held her close as she drifted off to sleep, quickly lulled by the warmth of the water and the rhythmic stroking of his hand through her hair. Hiei couldn’t remember ever feeling so totally satisfied -- not just by the sexual activity and physical release, but satisfied with where he was and who he was with, and the rest of the world could just pass right on by and he couldn’t care less.

Remembering his promise to dry and comb out her hair for her, he stood and wrapped her robe around her before sitting down on the ground and slowly running his fingers through the mass of wavy, dark curls. Turning up the heat a bit to make sure it was thoroughly dry, he finger-combed every inch of it from her scalp to the ends, and sighed as he relished the feeling of it as it flowed like silk over his hand, across his arm, and over his leg, with some of it pooling in his lap. Yes, he could get used to this. He frowned just a bit at that thought. This whole thing wasn’t what he had expected. What had started as a simple pissing contest between him and Youko was rapidly turning into something Hiei had never allowed himself to even think about. And he was beginning to wonder if he was going to make it through with his ideals and his dignity intact or if he was going to turn into one of those pathetic, whipped, female-obsessed pansies like Yusuke, ( he shuddered at the thought), or worse, -- if he would have his greatest fear confirmed and be forced to reconcile himself to the lonely existence he had thought he was resigned to and would be content with.

He had a lot of thinking to do. And an onna to woo. And a kitsune to thwart. And, oh yeah, he had to save the world from evil demon forces and a necklace that controlled desires. One thing at a time. First, he had to put his onna to bed.
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Early the next morning, the occupants of the top floor could all hear Kuwabara loudly shouting. “Woo hoo! Pay up, Urameshi! I told you Jakotsu would be too scared of Hiei to try anything again.”


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As the male detectives prepared to gather and settle the day’s assignments, since two of their members had left early the night before, Kurama confronted Hiei.

“You were out quite late last night.”

“Hn.”

“Since you aren’t calling for payment, I take it you left unsatisfied.”

“Hn. I wouldn’t say that,” he smirked as he walked out the door.

Something on Hiei’s dresser caught Kurama’s eye, and he walked over and picked up the two dark pieces of material that comprised the bikini Kagome had been wearing.

“Dirty, rotten, speedy, little bastard,” Youko growled.

“Indeed,” Kurama agreed.

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As Kagome rifled through her underwear drawer, she sighed. She was down 2 bras, 1 pair of panties, and now her favorite bikini.

“Jakotsu? Want to go to the lingerie store with me later?”

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At 8:00 sharp, Kagome nervously tapped on the door of Room 301. She had decided to dress simply for her breakfast date with Hojo in a plain red sundress decorated with a white flower pattern and a white ruffle at the hem, hitting right above her knees. She wore her hair down, just pulled away from her face with a red hair band. Her only jewelry was a plain silver pendant with a pink stone.

When the door opened, her greeting died on her lips as she stared at the man in front of her. He was wearing a black bathrobe, loosely belted at his waist, and exposing a well-toned and tanned chest. His muscular legs were bare up past his knees. His long brown hair was wet, and dripping slightly as it flowed over his shoulders and down his back. His dark brown eyes sparkled mischievously as he took her hand and guided her in. His arm encircled her waist and he dipped his head to brush her lips with his.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Kagome.”
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