Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Akambo ❯ Introduction ( Chapter 1 )

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

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A pleasant spring breeze wafted through the darkened suburban streets. The night's stillness was broken only by the sound of parents calling their children to come in from play and get ready for bed. As the yards emptied and the voices hushed, the evening's soft noises took over, giving the entire neighborhood a calm, tranquil feeling.

Inside a large, well-appointed house, two figures lay on the sofa together. A blanket, previous covering them, had been kicked off and rested haphazardly on the other end of the sofa. The taller form was lying with his back against the backrest of the couch, his red hair pooling behind his head in a hidden puddle of crimson. He was spooned up to the back of the smaller figure. Both lay on their right side. The television before them was merrily displaying a movie, but to the two figures, this was merely background noise.

The red head nuzzled his nose into the smaller form's spiky black hair and closed his vibrantly green eyes to inhale the scent of the other. The smaller smiled and arched his back, both leaning into the touch of his lover and wrapping his left foot around the leg behind it. Smiling, the taller one slipped his hand under the other's shirt and began to rub the tightly toned stomach. Crimson eyes closed lazily as their owner began slowly to rub his foot along his taller lover's calf in a sensual fondling motion.

Making his way down through the thick, black hair, Kurama took long moments to lick and kiss the back of Hiei's neck. Hiei tilted his head front to allow better access. His neck was very sensitive to pleasure, and Kurama knew exactly which spots to lick, which to nip, and which to blow on to send tingles shooting out all through the fire demon's body. The sly fox continued worshipping Hiei's neck with his mouth and slowly made his way to the left side of the thin column and down towards the shoulder. When his lips brushed over the spot where he had bitten Hiei during their mating ritual, a soft shiver ran through the youkai's body. Kurama smiled and continued to tease the spot, knowing the intense pleasure it brought his mate. After some time the fox finally relented, allowing the tingling feeling to continue ringing pleasantly through Hiei's body

As the last tingles faded, Hiei turned his head back to Kurama. Without turning his whole body he could only half face the fox, but that was enough. Propping himself on one elbow, the kitsune raised his head just enough to meet those lips with his own. Still caressing Hiei's abdomen, Kurama deepened the kiss, likewise caressing Hiei's tongue. Breaking for air, the two smiled at each other, and allowed their lips to meet randomly, touching each other's faces for small, affectionate kisses and pecks.

The two on the sofa were like any other couple on the comfortable spring night; they were simply enjoying each other. There was one slight difference that separated them from their neighbors, however. They were demons. A youko of great power and a youkai of surprising might, they had forged a bond that was rarely, if ever, seen between their peers. Of course, very few beings could truly claim to be their peers.

Kurama and Hiei had bonded several years prior with an ancient demon mating ritual. They had not only survived the ceremony, but had formed an unbreakable connection. Still, after a few years when most married human's lives were getting dull and repetitive, they two continued to explore and learn new things about each other every day. Cuddling was a daily occurrence in their house. To see them outside of their sanctuary belied that, however. To the outside world they were quite platonic, merely close friends. Only their most trusted allies and family knew of their true relationship.

Kurama's hand had stopped its gentle motions, and sat on Hiei's stomach, under his shirt. Their wandering lips had explored each other's mouths and cheeks, and had finally slowed their pace to a soft kiss every few seconds. With a final peck, Kurama removed his hand from under Hiei's shirt, sat up, and looked at his mate properly.

“Hiei, Love,” he began softly. “Would you like something to drink?”

Hiei shifted to lie flat on his back. “Whatever you're having,” he responded, looking up at the fox.

Kurama smiled and shifted to climb over the petite form. He threw one arm and leg over Hiei, and then paused. Kneeling on his hands and knees over his mate, Kurama leaned in to kiss Hiei properly, opposed to their earlier, less accessible arrangement, and arose to go to the kitchen. Hiei just lay on the sofa watching his lover.

Kurama was as graceful and beautiful as ever. Some would consider it odd to call a man beautiful, but it was true. Kurama's effeminate features had not changed as he progressed from teenager to man. His classmates were shocked to see his still youthful appearance when they met him on the street.

Thinking of this, the fox smirked to himself as he prepared a large glass of iced tea. Let them be jealous. His youko nature refused to let his human body age past the graceful form he currently occupied. While he appeared to be a young adult, his was a slender, delicate looking form that often led people to underestimate his true power. He would remain this way for the rest of his life. Ahh, the advantages of having youki. While his classmates all grew broader shoulders and stockier, more filled-out frames, Kurama remained unchanged.

His small lover had a similarly misleading build. Hiei had not changed at all since Kurama had met him. The demon was, by all demon standards, still very young, but his body was in its mature form. When walking down the street, Hiei might be mistaken as a child or adolescent. One he spoke, however, his deep voice revealed that looks could be deceiving. The youkai's form was fit and lean. When he was at rest, as he was that night, his figure was diminutive, reflecting the features of the small-boned, all female race of his mother, reflecting the Koorime heritage she has passed to him. In battle, however, his body bulked up quite a bit. While he did not have body transformation powers, as the younger Toguro brother had, his energy boost for battle would allow him to take on the more muscular shape common to his father's people, the demons of fire. His form would remain as small as ever, but the tightly compacted, chiseled muscles boasted of his strength. That bulk, however, was only for battle. During the peaceful life he shared with his fox, such displays were completely unnecessary.

Kurama approached the couch with his drink in his hand. Hiei sat up and made room for his mate to sit beside him. The two turned their attention to the forgotten television, sharing their glass of iced tea in comfortable silence.

The demons spoke often, but they were also close enough to go for long periods without speaking. They could express themselves through body language, and each had an intuitive grasp of the other's feelings. This night, they preferred companionable silence. They watched the end of the movie without really caring about it. Their togetherness was foremost on their minds, and they simply enjoyed being together and relaxing in the simple, uneventful evening.

After the movie concluded, a new program came on the television. This one was an instrumental concert by a visiting orchestra from overseas. The first song had a slow, steady beat. Kurama began taping his foot in time to the music. Within a few more bars, the kitsune rose to his feet. Reaching out his hand, he awaited Hiei's response.

Hiei stared at the proffered hand for a moment. He knew his fox was a little crazy from living with ningen for so long, but this motion confused him. Trusting in his partner, Hiei tentatively grasped Kurama's hand.

The kitsune pulled the hiyoukai to his feet and drew him closer. Taking Hiei's other hand, Kurama wrapped his lover's arm around his neck, then snaked his own arms around the this waist before him. Gently he began to sway in time to the music, dragging Hiei with him.

“What are you doing, Fox?” Hiei asked softly, stiffly trying to resist the back and forth movement. Kurama just shook his head, tightened his grip, and kept swaying.

As Hiei tried to pull away, Kurama whispered into his ear, “Humor me.” The warm breath on his neck and face stilled Hiei's protests, and he reluctantly began to rock with the taller red head in time to the music.

After two more slow, steady songs, Kurama finally broke the silence between them. “This isn't so bad, is it, Hiei?” he asked very quietly.

“Hn.” The repetitive motion and Kurama's scent were lulling Hiei into an almost trancelike state. He let himself to lean closer to his lover, and slowly he laid his head on Kurama's shoulder. The tension began to melt from his body, and he allowed himself to be directed more easily, yielding to Kurama's lead. After a few moments Hiei draped his arms more comfortably around the fox's neck and let out a soft, contented sigh.

By the fourth song (this orchestra liked to play slow dance music!) Hiei had practically melted against Kurama's body. Shifting his head slightly, the youko asked, “So, I take it you like dancing?”

“Kurama?” Hiei replied moving nothing but his mouth.

“Yes?”

“Don't talk.”

Kurama just smiled and kept dancing with his partner. Some things didn't need words. For his own part, Hiei was addicted already. With no preconceived notions of dancing, he had dubbed this activity “vertical cuddling” in his mind, and as long as no one was watching, he intended to continue.

After a few more tunes, the orchestra on television switched to a different kind of music that was more upbeat, almost military sounding. When Kurama tried to let go, Hiei remained glued to him, refusing to let him leave.

“Hiei, we can't dance to this music anymore. This is a march, and they don't lend themselves to slow dancing,” Kurama explained.

“I'm not listening to the music,” Hiei replied.

“Then what are you dancing to?” the fox asked curiously, as Hiei had not missed a beat.

“Your heartbeat.”

Kurama closed his eyes and hugged Hiei even closer. Although everyone else saw the demon as cold, cocky, and confrontational, when they were alone Hiei had a truly romantic side to him. After the second march, however, Kurama insisted that they resume their seats and change the channel.

Hiei sat on the sofa again. He tried to pout, but when Kurama lay down on his stomach and put his head on the fire demon's lap, the pout disappeared. Hiei flipped through the channels aimlessly, settling for another movie in progress that they could ignore in favor of each other. He put down the remote and began playing with Kurama's hair. Deftly, his fingers moved to rub behind Kurama's ear. The fox loved this attention. A trait shared by most fox spirits (and any canine-based spirit), being rubbed behind his ears soothed him, and Hiei was a very good ear-rubber. Kurama allowed his eyes to close and enjoyed his mate's touch.

When the movie was over, Hiei gently moved Kurama's head and put the iced tea glass in the kitchen. He shut off the television and turned to his mote, only to see green eyes watching his every move. “I thought you were asleep,” he said softly.

Kurama shook his head. “I can't sleep lately,” he whispered.

“I've noticed. Anything I can do?” Hiei replied. Kurama just shook his head, his eyes staying wide and reflecting his state of wakefulness. Hiei just smiled and approached the couch again. He climbed on top of Kurama so he was straddling the fox, sitting on the kitsune's butt, to be precise, and slipped his hands under Kurama's shirt.

After a few minutes of slow, deep massaging, the tension began to drain from Kurama's muscles and sleep began to creep up on him. Forty minutes later, when Hiei checked on him, Kurama was sleeping peacefully.

Carefully Hiei slipped to his right, nestling himself between Kurama's sleeping form and the back of the couch. Dragging the blanket from the other side of the sofa over both of them, he laid his head on the back of Kurama's shoulder and surrendered to slumber as well.

A/N-There it is, the introduction to Akambo. I know, it's fluffy-wuffy. Well, if you've read my other stuff, then you know I always give the characters som epeace before I... heh heh heh

Seriously, if you have read my other stuff, thank you for coming back. If you have not read any of it let me give you the rundown. This is the third in a series. First is "Coming Clean" and then "Bugs." I am trying to write these so that they can be enjoyed independently of each other, but there is some background in the other two stories that affects this one (for example, Hiei and Kurama are mated. The interactions between Kurama and his family will seem more natural, as will the interaction between the other characters if you read the first two stories.) "Coming Clean" was about everyone with heavy emphasis on Kurama and Hiei. "Bugs" focused on Kurama and Hiei to the exclusion of the rest of the team. Everyone will be in this one.

Before anyone complains about yet another K/H story: yeah, it is yet another K/H story. If you are not fond of K/H, then you should know that they are the main characters here. The others will come into play. I tyr to keep everyone in character, but they evolve as the story goes on, and this is the third, so if something seems "OOC" then it is probably explained in one of the other stories.

Thanks for reading this far; I appreciate it. Please review. ^_^