Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hentai Bets ❯ My Boyfriend's Back ( Chapter 13 )

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

purple babe - I know, it’s so mean of her friends not to tell her she has the wrong idea -- don’t you love it?
halfblackwolfdemon - Glad you liked the last chapter -- hope this one meets your approval as well.
Touketsu Kaijin - Yes, Naraku is one sneaky bastard. And I thought Kagome should try to set Jakotsu up with Kouga when she found out he had a thing for Inuyasha, too, -- after all, they have so much in common, right? Sorry, but I can’t let Hiei kick Hojo’s ass TOO much -- he’s still got plot time coming.
Starlet Angel - I’m glad Hojo is catching your attention, too. He’s at a severe disadvantage competing with those sexy youkai. Hiei/Kagome? Read on.
Kawaii-KeKe-Chan - Glad you’re not too upset with the cliffies -- can’t resist them a lot of the time. They make irresistible stopping places, ne?
HeartStar - Here’s what happens next! Hope you like it!
Youkos_Kitsune - Thank you -- I was rather pleased with Kagome’s conclusion about Hiei and Kurama, too. And she’s completely in the dark about their little feud and name-calling -- she hasn’t a clue they’re jealous of each other over her.
LmKiTsUnE - No, I really DO wanna know: why do you like it when Kurama and Hiei call each other names? I know why I like it!
loveinuyasha911 - Well, since you’ll only share Hiei if I update soon, I had to update SOON!

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

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own, or profit from any usage of characters or settings from “Inuyasha” or “Yu Yu Hakusho.” And you know what? It doesn’t bother me a bit.

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Last time:

A loud crash made the occupants of the bed jump, and they both looked at the bedroom door to see it standing wide open and hanging slightly off its hinges.

“Hiei?”
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Kagome blinked, and tried to get her mind to process what she was seeing. (Why did he just bust into my bedroom?) She shook her head to clear it. (Why do I feel so groggy? And whose arm is that around my waist?!!?)

“EEEEeeeee!”

She turned around and sent a burst of purifying power into the chest of the male in bed with her. To her shock, other than a slight jump and a “Huh?”, it had no effect on him. She tried to focus on his face, and heard a familiar voice call out.

“Who the hell are YOU? You can’t just barge into my room like this!” Then he pulled her tightly against him and said, “Don’t worry, Kagome. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Hojo?” She was completely confused. And the next few minutes were a total blur as Hiei came leaping at them and tackled Hojo right off the other side of the bed, causing him to lose his grip on her.

She crawled over to the edge of the bed to see what was happening, but she felt disoriented and unable to focus. She winced when she heard the telltale sound of knuckles striking flesh repeatedly, followed by the unmistakable *crack* of something breaking.

“Hiei! Please stop! He’s ningen!” And she reached out to grab ahold of the youkai, clenching her fingers around his upper arm.

He growled at her, then looked down at the man on the floor in front of him. Giving him a rather violent kick, he turned to Kagome and grabbed her, picking her up and rushing out of the room.

As everything swam by her in a blur, Kagome realized Hiei had taken them outside. The movement and the blurring landscape caused her stomach to clench, and she broke out in a sweat and closed her eyes.

“Hiei! Please slow down or I’m going to be sick!”

He stopped and looked at her then, and she opened her eyes. “I must be sicker than I thought -- you look as green as I feel.” And she closed her eyes again.

The sight of the misery on her face and the smell of her discomfort reached him, and he was able to reign in the instincts that drove him to capture and possess the female he had chosen for his own. Slowly, he regained his normal appearance, and breathing heavily, he continued to walk with her in his arms to the destination he had been headed for.

As her stomach calmed, Kagome sighed and snuggled closer against him, her face nestled in the crook of his neck. In just a matter of minutes, she was sleeping soundly again. Hiei held her tightly as he leapt up and over the fence surrounding the hot springs the resort had dubbed “Hidden Treasures.” He followed the path through a rocky hillside and thick overgrowth of mossy trees into a rather dank, musty-smelling cave. He continued through it until he reached another entrance where he stepped outside and found himself at the top of a sparkling waterfall. A path led down the hillside beside it, and branched off, leading to several different pools fed by a bubbling hot spring system. He stopped beside one and sat down in the thick grassy meadow, which was liberally sprinkled with various wildflowers. The twinkling stars in the wide open sky and the pale light from the moon seemed to make the flowers shimmer and glow. From the pools, you could see the majestic waterfall in all its glory.

Hiei looked down at the woman in his arms. He had almost panicked when he heard Jakotsu bang on their door, yelling that Kagome was missing. Not bothering to put on a shirt or his boots, he had rushed into the hallway and whipped off his bandanna, using the Jagan to seek out her aura. It hadn’t taken long to locate her on the third floor and he had stood outside the ningen’s door for a moment, wondering if he should just wait for her to come out. The second he had realized her aura was further back in the suite than the sitting room, he had been filled with an emptiness -- a despair that shook him and made him angry at himself for yearning for something he couldn’t have.

That despair soon gave way to rage as his youkai instincts came to the fore. Why couldn’t he have her? Was he just going to let that ningen male claim his onna? (I will rip him apart and take her away and show her who she belongs to.) He snarled to himself. (Did I not decide she was the one for me? No one will take what is mine!) And he had burst into the room, feeling his transformation take over his body.

Seeing her in the bed in the arms of that ningen had almost sent him over the edge. And then she had screamed and attacked the man with her miko powers. That had confused him. It had been bad enough thinking she had chosen him, but when it appeared that she might be there unwillingly … (I will kill the bastard!) And he had let his bloodlust take control. He had wanted to punish the man, -- to feel his body break and his blood spill over his fingers, -- this was personal, and he wouldn’t have used his katana even if he had it with him. But her voice and the touch of her hand had stopped him before he had caused any serious injury. (Well, nothing a youkai would call serious, anyway.)

Ultimately, it was the concerned and frightened look on her face that had caused him to decide he would rather take her and go than stay and mangle the competition. (Hmph. As if that ningen could be called competition.) He was still being controlled by his instincts, though, until Kagome had called his attention to her illness. And so here they were.

(What went on tonight? I know she wasn’t intimate with him, but why was she in his bed?) His eyes narrowed and he growled as he looked at her. (And why is she wearing one of his shirts? With nothing but a pair of skimpy, frilly purple panties on underneath it?) He unbuttoned the top few buttons of the shirt to be sure. (Yep. No bra. Where the hell is her bra? Why can‘t the blasted onna seem to keep hers on?) He scowled down at her sleeping form. Then he frowned. (Why is she feeling sick? I can’t detect any natural illness about her.) He shifted her so her face was closer to his, and sniffed. (Well, shit. She’s had too much alcohol.)

His eyes widened at the thought, and he started to chuckle. Here she was: the Junjoukaren no Miko -- the legendary priestess renowned for her purity -- drunk off her ass. (Someone should update the history books.)

Then he sighed as he began to run his fingers through her hair. Well, there was no way he was going to be able to fully claim her tonight. Kurama was right about that, (damn him!) -- she had to accept him. And to do that, she needed to be sober. (At least, more sober.) He looked down at her again. But he would be damned if he was going to let her continue to stink of that ningen. His eyes flashed with determination, and his nails extended into the claws of his full youkai form. With a quick swipe down the back of the neck of the shirt, he ripped it in two, then leaned her back into his arm and repeated the motion in the front, so the two halves slid easily down her arms and onto the ground. With a grunt of satisfaction, he stood up and carried her into the water, as the pieces of shirt burst into flame.

He lowered himself into the steaming hot water, enjoying the way it eased the tension in his body, as well as the many aches and pains left over from his skirmish with Kurama.
Most of the minor injuries had already healed, but his ribs were still sore where some had been broken, and he had a few nasty-looking gashes decorating his torso where the kitsune’s claws had dug deep. He dipped Kagome back over his arm to let the water wash through her hair, then pulled her close against his chest. He leaned back against the natural shelf at the edge of the pool and closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes and stood back up. Kagome’s eyelids fluttered a bit, and then opened part way. She smiled sleepily at him. “Hi Hiei.”

He could see that her pupils were still somewhat dilated, and he chuckled at her. “Hello yourself, oh great priestess.” And he stepped out of the water and found a thick patch of grass to sit down in.

“You know,” she said, reaching out and running a finger down his cheek and across his lips, “I really like you, damn it.” She sighed. “My girlfriends always used to say that all of the good men were either taken, or, well, you know. But I never imagined it applied to youkai, too. Of course, I guess you don’t really fit in that category since you want me, too, but I guess I’m just not enough of a hentai for that sort of thing. I tried, though. I even started to watch “The Lord of the Cock Rings: The Two-Footers” -- I didn‘t think I could even attempt to watch “Hairy Squatter and the Sorcerer’s Stones”, -- but it didn’t matter because after a few minutes, I couldn’t even look at the TV.”

Hiei stared at her. She was completely out of it. He had no idea what she talking about with good men and youkai being taken, but he could swear that last part sounded like she’d actually tuned in to one of those movies her teammates would love. There was no doubt about it -- she needed to stop hanging around those hentais. And she was still babbling. So, Hiei decided to shut her up.

He leaned over and captured her lips with his, effectively silencing her until he traced the outline of her lips slowly with his tongue. Then she moaned softly. Her eyes closing in pleasure, she parted her lips to allow him further access. As his tongue stroked hers in a sensuous rhythm, he noticed that while most of the ningen male’s scent was gone, he could still detect a faint trace of it on her. That would not do. While he might not be able to truly make her his right now, nothing would stop him from replacing the disgusting scent of that man with his own. And with that thought in mind, he began his sensual assault with the ultimate goal being to saturate each square inch of her body with the signature essence that would proclaim without doubt who she was with.

He lay her down in the grass and broke their kiss briefly to stand and unfasten the pair of black pants he wore. They were dripping wet from the spring, and clinging to his legs, so he quickly ripped them down the sides with his claws and let them fall.

Looking up at him in a daze, Kagome could only think of one thing: (That answers that question -- not boxers OR briefs, and certainly not my panties, thank Kami!) She grinned at him. And then she couldn’t think of anything else at all as he covered her body with his.

As his mouth ravished hers, his hands roamed her body. He started with light, teasing touches down her arms and back up her sides, then progressed to firmer, heated caresses across her abdomen, making her stomach muscles quiver under his fingers. He trailed a series of kisses and small bites down her neck until he found the place where her heartbeat pulsed the strongest. He paused there to languidly lick the spot with slow, lazy strokes of his tongue, causing her heartbeat to speed up and her breathing to become shallow.

“Ooohhhh, Hiei.” A low moan burst from her lips. Where she had been feeling that her senses were fuzzy, she now felt like she was acutely aware of the male above her. Every touch of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue, the warmth of his skin on hers, even the comforting feel of his weight above her, -- everything about him was overwhelming her body -- enveloping her in a cocoon of tingling nerve endings and deep waves of pleasure. And it wasn’t enough.

She needed to feel more of him. To touch more of him. To taste more of him. In a move that took him by surprise, she grabbed him around the waist and rolled over on top of him. Not giving him a chance to move, she quickly straddled his hips and leaned over to begin her own assault on him. She wasn’t feeling like going slow or being gentle, and she kneaded his shoulders and pectoral muscles as she nipped his earlobe before moving down to bite and suckle the sensitive skin of his neck.

When she moved lower and began licking his nipples, while exploring the planes of his stomach, he knew he was in trouble. Her unexpected aggressiveness was drawing out the baser side of his nature, and the need to capture, subdue, and dominate his female was overtaking him. And he knew if he let her continue, she wouldn’t get a choice in the matter -- she would be his, now and forever, -- irrevocably, unalterably his. And while that was what he wanted, what he yearned for, he wanted her to come to him knowing what it meant. Which meant he had to stop her. So he did. Quite effectively.

Reaching up to her hips, he started peeling her panties down her thighs, sitting up as his hands moved down, he moved her with him until she was kneeling over his lap. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes, seeing how they had darkened in her passion, and leaned forward to kiss her again. Then he took control of their lovemaking again when he began whispering to her, seducing her mind as effectively as he was her body. And he rolled her once more to her back, and finished sliding her panties down her legs before carelessly dropping them in the grass beside them.

“Kagome,” he whispered in a husky voice, “do you know what you do to me? How your scent calls to me?” He ran his fingers through her hair, bringing some long strands up to brush across his chest. “Your hair is like silk. I like the feel of it around my hands, and against my skin.” He cupped a breast and squeezed it gently. “You are exquisitely beautiful. Perfect. Your skin is so soft, so smooth. And I can‘t resist touching you. Everywhere.”

She cried out when he lowered his mouth to suckle lightly. Heat was gathering inside her. She felt like she would go up in flames any second. The sound of his voice was weaving a sensual cloud all around her. He moved to her other breast, then let his tongue travel further down, dipping into her bellybutton. “You don’t have to say a word. Your body tells me what you want. What you like.”

Nudging her legs apart with his knees, he continued his downward journey until he reached the apex of her thighs. He inhaled deeply, and nuzzled at her feminine folds. “Did you know your scent becomes spicier as your arousal grows? It fills my senses, and makes my blood burn. And all I can think about … is how good … you … taste.” And at the first touch of his lips, she began to tremble, and all she could do was clutch his shoulders as the torrent of sensations carried her away, causing her world to spiral out of control. As the tremors running through her body finally ceased, and Hiei was satisfied he had caught every last drop of her sweet nectar, he crawled back up her body and nuzzled her neck.

Again she surprised him as she clamped her thighs around his hips and arched her body against him. He groaned. He was in agony. He couldn’t remember ever being so hot, so hard, so desperate for release. And he was trying so hard to control himself -- to keep himself in check. He knew he could have her. He knew she wanted him. But he didn’t know how she would feel about it in the morning. And he was so close to having her forever. He could feel it. Her body wanted him. And he knew she cared about him, too. She had kept him from killing that idiot -- not even really for the man’s sake, but for his. He remembered what she had said. * “Hiei! Please stop! He’s ningen!”* Even in his anger, he had recognized what she was saying. She was afraid of what would happen to him if he killed a ningen. (Damn Reikai laws.)

Yes, she cared about him. And he wasn’t going to ruin everything now. But obviously, he had to do something. For her, and for himself. So, he raised himself over her again, and settled his length between her thighs, snugly against those warm, moist folds. Then, placing his knees outside her legs, he clamped them shut around him. He leaned down, and whispered to her again as he began thrusting slowly, -- careful to hold his position so he was rubbing against her, but not in danger of plunging inside.

Hearing her breath catch, as the friction caused that intense tightening inside her again, he couldn’t contain his own moan. “Kagomeeeee. Does that feel good?” He closed his eyes when she gasped, “Kami, Hiei!” He quickened his pace. “The next time we are together, I will be inside of you. Filling you. Possessing you.” She gave another little cry. “And when the pleasure becomes unbearably intense,” he was breathing hard now, “and every muscle in your body strains for release,” they were both close, “and your body shatters in my arms,…” he shuddered as her thighs clenched, signaling the beginning of her climax, “then, I will begin all over again.” And as his own body found its release, he gathered her tight against him, and fell over on his side, tucking the top of her head under his chin, and wrapping his arms around her as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
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After Jakotsu’s frantic cry that Kagome was missing, the other detectives had all rushed out into the hall to find out what the heck was going on. Kurama and Kuwabara had seen Hiei use the Jagan to locate her, and then he had taken off without a word. They gathered by the stairs, along with Yusuke, Naraku, and Miroku, where Jakotsu told them no one had seen her since she left the bar with Hojo. Kurama was the first one down the stairs, and as he approached Room 301, he could feel Hiei and Kagome’s auras leaving the building -- he assumed off the balcony. He sighed. From the feel of it, Hiei had transformed into his full demon form again.

The door was ajar, and not hearing any noise within, Kurama stealthily stepped inside. Naraku followed him after motioning for the others to go back upstairs. They cautiously entered the bedroom, noting the condition of the door. It looked suspiciously like the one to the dojo. Still not hearing anything, Kurama followed the smell of blood and found Hojo lying on the floor on the far side of the bed. He was a mess.

“Well, shit. The jealous little bastard did a number on him, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he did. It doesn’t look like any serious damage was done, though. His nose is broken, and he has some cracked ribs. Other than that, it looks like Hiei just pummeled his face a bit. Lots of blood from the nose and mouth, and those black eyes are going to be nasty, but all things considered, he’s actually pretty lucky.”

Seeing the man, Naraku couldn’t contain a smile. “It appears your partner took a disliking to this ningen.”

“You could say that.”

“You realize My Miko is going to have to heal him.”

Kurama sighed. “Then we will have to wait for Hiei to bring her back.”

“And just where did the little hybrid take her, anyway?” Naraku asked him disapprovingly, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

“I don’t know. But he was in his full demon form again. He may very well have taken her away to mate her.” Kurama cringed at the string of curses falling from Naraku’s mouth. When he was silent again, Kurama said, “I take it you don’t like the idea of her being with Hiei.”

Now Naraku sighed. “He isn’t good enough for her. But, then again, none of us are. And we have become very comfortable together as a team. I really didn’t think about how it would change things if she were to find someone. I definitely hadn’t thought about her taking a mate. A lover is one thing, a mate is something else entirely. And then, of course, there is the 5000 yen I will be out of if you are right. Are you positive he is after that kind of relationship with her?”

“5000? I thought your bet was only up to 2500. And yes, he is definitely viewing her as a mate.”

“Well, we have refined our wager due to new circumstances. Tell me. Would your partner mate her in the youkai way -- without her express consent?” Naraku asked.

Kurama thought about it for a minute. “No, I don’t think so. We talked earlier about how he had to let her be the one to choose. Of course, since he transformed again, I’m not sure how rational he will be.”

Then Naraku smiled, and the sight of it made Kurama want to shiver. “In that case, he may find himself purified. At least partially. I don’t believe Kagome would be willing to mate him at the present time. She has certain … reservations about the kind of relationship the two of you have been offering her.”

Tilting his head to the side, Kurama looked at him.

“He knows something he isn’t telling us.”

“You are right. And I get the feeling Hiei may be facing a greater obstacle than he thinks.”

“We can be thankful for that! Serves the little bugger right for running off with her again. Who knew that blasted speed of his would serve him so well when it comes to seducing a woman? I didn’t know we were going to have to literally race for her. At least, if Naraku is correct, we may still be in the race. Damn, rotten, speedy little bastard.” Youko grumbled.

Kurama chuckled at him before turning his attention back to Naraku. “I take it these reservations you are talking about have nothing to do with her innocence.”

Naraku laughed. “Well, in a way. All I will say is that she is uncomfortable with the way you have both been pursuing her. She would never want to … come between two such good friends,” he couldn’t resist adding.

“She is concerned our friendship will suffer,” Kurama concluded.

“Yeeessss. So, I wouldn’t let any rivalry or animosity show in front of her, if I were you two.”

“Why do I get the feeling there is more to it than that?”

“Because Naraku’s a dirty, rotten, sneaky bastard, too.”

“Indeed.”

“Well, I suppose I had better give the man something to make sure he remains unconscious until Kagome gets back, and we should clean him up.”

“Go right ahead. I will let the others know what has transpired here. At least, as much as we know.” And with that, Naraku left.

“Hmph. The least he could have done was help clean up this mess.”

“I get the feeling Naraku is more the type to create messes rather than clean them up.”
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After resting a while, Hiei knew he should take Kagome back to the hotel. As he started to pick her up, he glanced around and realized the only piece of clothing still intact was the pair of frilly, little panties she had been wearing. Grabbing them, he picked up the sleeping woman. He looked over at the bubbling hot, little pool of water and briefly considered stepping in to rinse them both off. Then he smiled and started following the path back out of the springs. After all, he had wanted to leave his scent all over her, right?
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The rest of the detectives, except for Kurama, were waiting in Kagome’s room. Jakotsu was in tears after a severe chewing out by Yusuke. Even Kuwabara felt a little sorry for him, and patted his back awkwardly a couple of times. Yusuke had told him in no uncertain terms that this whole mess was his fault for not following Kagome and Hojo from the bar. Miroku pointed out that all Jakotsu could have done would have been to stand out in the hall and wait for her, anyway.

“It is not our place to interfere with what Kagome-sama does in her personal life.”

Yusuke turned to him. “You mean you think she was there with him willingly. Have you forgotten he may have that damn necklace?”

At the stunned look on his face, Yusuke knew he was right. “Fuck! You all have gotten so caught up her personal life that you aren’t focusing on the mission at all. And she is the one in the most danger, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Frowning, Naraku nodded. “You are right. We are so used to trusting her instincts about people, we may not be considering the ningen as seriously as we should. We have been looking at him as merely another one of her suitors. And her past friendship with him may have colored her perception of him. But where is the necklace? None of the four men seem to have it in their possession. Could we have been misled by those demons?”

“And where is Musou?” Miroku cut in. “I would have thought he would have come back for her by now. Now that he knows she is alive, he doesn’t need to go through with his elaborate plans for the Gem of Desire -- not if she is his ultimate goal.”

Just then, Yusuke and Naraku turned toward the bedroom. Hiei and Kagome were back. Having come in through the balcony doors, Hiei put Kagome down on the bed and was about to cover her up when 5 Spirit Detectives walked into the room to confront them.

“Shit Hiei! Where are your clothes?” Yusuke yelled.

Wide-eyed, Miroku added, “More to the point, where are Kagome-sama’s clothes?” (And where’s a camera when you need one?)

Hiei growled fiercely at him and threw the blanket over her.

Also wide-eyed, Jakotsu said, “Well, I can see I don’t have to ask if she had a good time. Do you have a permit to carry that?”

When Hiei growled again, loudly, Jakotsu jumped back and hid behind Naraku. “Don’t get so riled up, -- I was just asking. It’s not like I would touch anything of Kagome’s anyway.” Then Jakotsu sniffed and wiped his eyes. “Our little girl. All grown up and having wild sex with savage, well-endowed demons. I’m so happy for her. Of course, I‘m always the bridesmaid, never the bride,” he sighed.

“You are jumping to conclusions, Jakotsu. My Miko is still a virgin,” Naraku said with a smile.

“What? How cruel! You dangled that in front of her and then didn’t …”

“I suggest you shut up, Jakotsu,” Miroku warned him as Hiei took a step in his direction with his fists clenched.

“Yikes!” And Jakotsu ducked back behind Naraku again.

“Hiei, go get some clothes on. We need Kagome to go heal the guy you beat the shit out of before he wakes up. I think Kurama already took care of wiping his memory. What the hell got into you?” Yusuke asked. But at the look on his face, he backed off. “Fine. I know what got into you. But shit! Can we please take care of this damn mission first? Then you all can decide what you’re going to do with her.”

“It is already decided,” Hiei told him.

Naraku narrowed his eyes at him. “Not yet, it isn’t. It’s up to her to decide. Did you actually tell her what you wanted before attempting to mark your territory like some ill-bred inuyoukai?”

Seeing that Hiei was about to take a swing at Naraku, Miroku stepped in front of him.
“Excuse me, Hiei. But why is Kagome-sama sleeping through all this? It occurs to me that she should have awoken by now with all of us in here talking.”

Still glaring sharply at Naraku, Hiei crossed his arms in front of him. “She is … a bit indisposed.”

“Indisposed? How?”

With a roll of his eyes, Hiei said, “She will be fine. She just needs to sleep it off.”

“To sleep it off … wait a minute. You’re saying she’s drunk?” Miroku asked, incredulously.

“Hn.”

Her teammates started laughing.

“Well, drunk or not, we’ve got to wake her up and get her to heal that guy,” Yusuke reminded them.

“You will let her sleep a while longer.”

“Okay, but just a little while. I want to get back to sleep myself. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since we started this damn mission,” Yusuke grumbled. “Oh, and Hiei? Do us all a favor and at least go put some pants on.”

Miroku volunteered to stay with Kagome while he went to get dressed. Hiei just arched a brow at him.

“But someone should stay -- she didn’t put up a barrier,” Miroku pointed out.

“You will stay with her,” Hiei said, pointing at Jakotsu.

“You betcha, big boy.” Jakotsu winked at him and walked over and plopped down on the bed.
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When Kagome woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she had a headache. No, she had a killer headache. The second thing she noticed was Jakotsu was sitting on her bed, humming to himself. The third thing she noticed was she was naked. But it was the fourth thing she noticed that made her panic -- the stickiness between her thighs. (Oh, sweet Kami! What did I do? And who the heck did I do it with?)

She thought back over the night’s events. She had dinner with Hojo. He gave her a beautiful bracelet. The two teams had met to talk about the mission. She had tried to set Kouga up with Jakotsu. (Wonder how that went?) She went to the bar and had some drinks with Hojo, then back to his room for a nightcap. (No wonder I have a headache. I don’t usually drink that much.) After that, things were kind of fuzzy. She remembered telling Hojo she wanted to come back to her room, and he had said he would take care of her. (He must have brought me back since I’m here.) So, how and when, and WHO was she with that she was waking up in this condition?

“Uh, Jakotsu? What happened to my clothes?”

“Oh! You’re awake! I don’t know where your clothes are -- you were like that when hotstuff brought you back from wherever he took you after he found you in bed with Hojo.”

“WHAT?!!?” (I was in bed with Hojo? I gave my virginity to HOJO? Didn’t see that one coming. ) She groaned.

“Does your head hurt, sugar? I’ll get you some Tylenol while you get dressed. You need to go heal that guy.”

“Wait. What guy?” Kagome asked. But Jakotsu had already left.

Kagome got out of bed and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt, along with some underwear and a bra, and went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. (Great. More missing underwear. I guess Hojo’s got them. Before you know it, the whole Japanese countryside is going to be littered with my lingerie! Maybe they’ll organize some kind of fraternity -- only instead of a secret handshake or password, you wave a piece of Kagome’s underwear to get in.)

Shaking away these thoughts, she went into the sitting room, where Jakotsu handed her the Tylenol and a glass of water. She swallowed the pills just as Hiei came in.

“You’re up. Let’s go.” Hiei didn’t really want to take her back to Hojo’s room. He really didn’t want her to heal the man. Hell, he deserved what he got. (And a lot more, too.)

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Kurama’s waiting for us in the ningen’s room.”

“It’s a shame you had to put some pants on, big guy. I rather liked the view earlier,” Jakotsu teased.

“What? You didn’t have any pants on earlier?” Kagome was getting really confused.

“Nope. He was as naked as the day he was born when he carried you in. Shame you missed it -- it was quite a sight.” Jakotsu sighed.

Obviously, she had missed something. She was in bed with Hojo. And Hiei brought her back to her room. Naked. And he was naked. (Sweet Kami! I went the threesome route, after all. With Hiei and Hojo. How did that happen? And what did Hiei just say?)

“Kurama’s waiting for us in Hojo’s room?” She started backing up. This was just getting too weird for her. She was going to hell. No question about it. Was there a special section reserved for hentais? How did she go from being a 21-year-old virgin to being part of a FOURSOME with one man and two youkai? It was too much. She fainted.
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Seeing her knees buckle, Hiei leapt forward and caught her before she hit the floor. Miroku, who had been sitting on the sofa, jumped up.

“What happened?”

“She passed out,” was the only reply he got from Hiei.

“Yes, that much is obvious. The question is why? She seemed fine just a minute ago. Is it the alcohol?” Miroku was worried. Of course, he had never seen Kagome drunk before, so he supposed it could still be affecting her. She was quite a small woman, after all. (Wonder just how much she drank?)

Kagome’s eyelids slowly fluttered, and she blinked to clear her vision. She was lying in Hiei’s lap on the floor. “What happened?”

Hiei raised a brow at her. “You passed out, onna.”

“What? That’s ridiculous. Why would I do that?” Then she remembered. (Oh yeah. Because I just found out I’m a bigger hentai than my teammates.)

“Are you all right, Kagome-sama?” Miroku asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. But you should keep your distance -- there’s no telling what I’ll do next.” (Or who. And Miroku is pretty cute. Stop that, Kagome!)

Hiei gave her a strange look. So did Miroku, for that matter.

“Are you sure you feel all right?”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Hiei was watching her closely. He could tell she was shaken about something. Maybe it was just the after-effects of the alcohol in her system.

“We should go now.”

“Wait!” She sounded a bit panicky. She looked at Miroku and then motioned Hiei to lean closer. She whispered to him, “Why are we going back to Hojo’s room?” And to herself, she wondered, (And why is Kurama still there? Are he and Hojo…?)

“Hn. You need to heal the ningen.”

“I need to heal Hojo?” (Just what the hell were we doing anyway?!!? Great. I’m into the rough stuff, too.)

“Come on.” And Hiei led her out the door and down the stairs.
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When they got to Room 301, Hiei opened the door and they walked right in. Kurama was sitting on the sofa.

“It’s about time. He’s on the bed.”

Kagome stopped. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea to go into the bedroom with them. Apparently the alcohol she had consumed earlier had dispelled her inhibitions and she had become a wild woman. What if she couldn’t control herself now? What if they expected a repeat performance? She couldn’t remember what she had done. (I hope I was good.) All she could remember, actually, was feeling like she was on fire, while Hiei whispered in her ear. She shivered. She couldn’t remember what he had said, but she remembered the sound of his voice rumbling through her. (I hope he was good.) She looked at Kurama. (Him, too.)

“Kagome …?” Seeing the blush appear across her cheeks, and slowly deepen, Kurama wondered what she was thinking.

“Sorry.”

“Hojo is still unconscious, but he may wake soon. I already wiped his memory. Other than the obvious facial injuries, he only has some cracked ribs that need to be taken care of.”

“What?” Now, she was really confused. She ran into the bedroom and saw Hojo lying on the bed. “Sweet Kami! What in the world happened to him?”

Having followed her into the room, Kurama asked, “You don’t remember?”

She blushed again and ducked her head, shaking it.

Kurama arched a brow at Hiei. “Well, I suppose Hiei should be the one to tell you then, since he is the one who found you here after Jakotsu told everyone you were missing.”

“Found me here? As in, just me and Hojo?” Well, maybe she wasn’t such a hentai after all. (Still. With those two around, did it have to be Hojo?)

“Hn. You were in bed with him. But you attacked him with your miko powers, so I assume you didn’t go there on your own. You were drunk.”

“She was drunk?” Kurama was surprised.

“I attacked him with my miko powers?”

“Yes. They had no effect since he is ningen.”

“Then how did he get so beat up?” she asked.

“Yes, Hiei. Just how did he get so beat up?” Kurama echoed.

“Hn.”

“You did it, didn’t you?” She sighed. “Why?”

“He had no business taking you to his bed, onna.” He scowled at her.

She frowned at that. She had been drunk, and she did tell Hojo she wanted to go back to her room. So, why was she in his bed? (He’s going to have some explaining to do when he wakes up.) She sat down on the bed and started to focus her healing powers. Placing her hands over his torso, she healed his ribs first. Then she moved one hand to his face. First the lips, then the jaw, then the nose, then up to his right eye. As she was about to place her fingers over his left eye, Hiei grabbed her arm.

“Leave it. He deserves some reminder so he will not be tempted to be so forward with you again.”

She looked at Hiei, and seeing the anger in his eyes, she nodded. She still wasn’t sure what had happened between her and Hojo, but maybe he did deserve a black eye. She thought back over what she could remember and what everyone had said.

“Wait a minute. If I was in bed with Hojo, why were you naked when you took me back to my room?” Her eyes widened. (Crap! Jakotsu must have interrupted him and Kurama again.) “Never mind! You don’t have to answer that.”

Kurama’s eyes narrowed and he glared at Hiei.

“So, he came back naked, did he? Wonder what happened to his pants? We know he didn’t mate her.” Then suddenly Youko broke out in a huge smile and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny, Youko? I thought you’d be furious that he was with her again.”

“Why should I be furious? Apparently, whatever he did wasn’t good enough to make an impression on her -- she doesn’t even remember being with him!” And he roared with laughter.

Hiei shot him a withering glare. Then he stepped closer to Kagome and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If you can’t remember, I will be happy to remind you.” And he felt the slight shiver that ran through her. Turning his head to look in her eyes, he saw them widen a bit. Noticing the blush staining her cheeks, he knew that while she might not remember everything, she did remember being with him and her reactions to what he had done. That was enough. She would definitely remember next time.

He gave Kurama a smug smile. “Oh, I think she remembers enough, fox. I know I do.”

“Damn cocky, little, arrogant bastard.”

Hojo started to move, causing the other three to look at each other.

“You should leave now. I believe it is time this ningen meet ‘Kagome’s boyfriend.’ He cannot be allowed to be alone with her again.”

“Damn. You realize this is going to give him more of a reason to spend time with her.”

“Yes. But we must consider her safety as our main priority.” And Kurama slipped silently out of the room.

“Kagome?”

“Yes, Hojo?”

He sat up on the bed and started to reach for her to pull her back into his arms. At the sound of a low, warning growl, he realized they weren’t alone in the room. And for some reason, that sound made him wince -- he didn’t know why, but he was sure that sound spelled danger and pain for him. There, beside the bed, behind where Kagome was sitting, stood a short, dark-haired man with murder in his eyes.

“Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Hiei.”

“Hiei?” He recognized that name -- where had he heard it?. “Kagome, is this the guy you came here with?”

“Yes. This is my boyfriend. He came back.”
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A/N I hadn’t planned to end this chapter here, but I wanted to get it posted as promised. Hope everyone enjoyed the Hiei/Kagome goodness. Be prepared for one of her other suitors to pull out all the stops to have her. And don’t forget about Musou -- I haven’t -- he’s still lurking about. I’ll try to get another chapter out by New Year’s.