Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Akambo ❯ Bindings ( Chapter 8 )

In a dark laboratory, a darker figure threw a small vial against the wall in the corner. The crystal shattered into thousands of tiny pieces that rained down on the wretched, deformed creatures huddling in the corner. “Damn!” the figure swore. “Why is it not working? Perhaps I need to change the energies a bit to align.”

 

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Several weeks had passed since the wedding. The snowy season had nearly ended, but the weather was still crisp and cold. Kuwabara and Yukina had returned from their honeymoon in good spirits. Kurama had recovered completely, and he and Hiei had spent many nights making up for his missed promise on the night Hiei's sister was wed.

 

On just such a night, when the wind was howling outside, Hiei and Kurama retired to their bedroom for the evening. As Kurama took off his clothes more slowly Hiei, already naked, turned out the lights and lit candles. Taking something from the nightstand drawer, Hiei walked to his fox and kissed the kitsune deeply, pushing him backwards onto the bed and climbing on top to straddle him. Kurama yielded to Hiei's direction easily. Although he was almost always seme, Kurama allowed Hiei to be dominant at times, especially during their foreplay. Over the past few years of being together, the mates had experimented with several types of stimulation, and they took turns manipulating each other's bodies until they reached their climax.

 

As his mate plundered his mouth, Kurama felt Hiei's hand seek out his own. As the smaller fingers touched his palm and his own fingers, Kurama felt something pressed onto his hand, something long, thin, and leather. Smiling into the kiss, Kurama clasped his hand around his mate's, letting the fire demon know he approved of tonight's game.

 

Breaking their kiss, Hiei whispered breathily, “Say it, Fox.”

 

“Orchid,” Kurama breathed. Hiei slipped off Kurama's body and slipped the first strap around Kurama's right wrist. Slowly, the hiyoukai attached the other end of the strap to the top headboard of the bed, pulling the slack out of it first so Kurama's arm was suspended above the mattress. Equally slowly, he repeated the procedure with the other wrist. Walking the length of the bed, admiring Kurama's exposed flesh, he attached the kitsune's ankles to the footboard with the remaining two straps. taking a few seconds to inspect his work and to test the tautness of the bonds, Hiei nodded and climbed back onto his mate.

 

As Hiei's weight settled onto him, Kurama wriggled a bit. He always longed to hold his mate, but the bonds prevented that. Feeling his mate's movement, Hiei shifted his hips enough to grind their groins together. The low moan Kurama let out brought a smirk to his lips. Leaning front he crushed his lips against Kurama's, smothering the kitsune's mouth with his own.

 

Kurama's little whimpers of desire had to pass through his nose since Hiei had total dominance of his mouth. Closing his eyes, Kurama gave in to the sensation of Hiei's tongue as it traced every contour of his lips and gums. When the fire demon pulled back, Kurama exhaled in a deep groan, his eyes opening to seek out the face of his mate.

 

Hiei watched Kurama's eyes open and was satisfied with the glossy, lustful look they gave him. “For such a bad fox, you taste so good,” he murmured as he reached over to the nightstand and picked up a candle and a strip of cloth. “Close your eyes.” Kurama complied, and Hiei tied the cloth around his eyes, blindfolding the fox.

 

When the first drops of melted wax fell onto Kurama's chest, he was unable to stop himself from crying out in pleasure. The mild burning along with the liquid warmth began to spread over his skin as an equally hot burning sensation built inside his body. Without his sight, Kurama could not see where the drops were going to land. The first few landed near his left nipple, teasing the skin and causing the nub to harden. As the wax began to cool the wet heat became a warm softness, and finally a cool, sticking sensation. As Kurama moved the wax cracked, exciting his skin and sending shivers down his body. The next few drops splashed across his stomach, a few inches above his navel. With his eyes still bound, Kurama felt Hiei shift a little. The next thing he felt was not wax.

 

Soft, warm, wet lips surrounded Kurama's right nipple as hot fingers began to touch the hardening wax on the other side of his chest. Using his ki, Hiei warmed the wax back to melting point and began smearing around the left side of Kurama's chest in random patterns, still sucking and nibbling the right nipple. Hiei could feel Kurama's moans reverberate through the kitsune's chest, and he bit harder on the hardened flesh on his mouth, adding a pinch of pain to the pleasure. Kurama arched his back and gasped.

 

Hiei's heated, waxy fingers began to grope their way down Kurama's side, leaving trails of hardening wax in their wake. They were almost dry when they reached the kitsune's belly button. Taking his mouth from Kurama's chest, Hiei sat up slightly and removed the blindfold from his mate. “Watch me,” he ordered. Immediately, green eyes opened and locked onto him. Hiei waited a moment to be sure the fox was watching and then lowered his head again. Sliding his body down the fox's, he pressed his left fingers into the hardened wax on Kurama's stomach and brought his lips to Kurama's left hip.

 

Kurama watched, enraptured, as Hiei stimulated and manipulated his body. His arousal was becoming painfully intense, and Hiei was careful not to touch the fox's most sensitive skin. The fire demon spread the heated wax around the kitsune's navel in widening circles as he sucked a patch of skin on Kurama's hip. After a small eternity, Hiei's hand began to drift lower. Kurama tried to buck his hips, but tied as he was, a small wriggled was all he could manage. As he tried to buck again, Hiei sat up.

 

“Impatient, are we?” the hiyoukai asked.

 

“Please,” Kurama whined, trying a third time to buck his hips.

 

Hiei narrowed his eyes. “No,” he said, slapping Kurama's right thigh. Kurama gasped and closed his eyes. “Look at me,” Hiei again ordered. It took a few seconds for the viridian eyes to focus on him, and Hiei knew he was driving his mate insane with lust and pleasure. Passing the area Kurama craved contact the most, Hiei lowered his head to the inside of Kurama's right thigh. Kurama moaned and started to press his head backwards. Recalling Hiei's instruction, he quickly raised his head to look at his mate again, only to find red eyes glaring back at him.

 

“Bad fox,” Hiei said. Turning, he sank his teeth into Kurama's thigh, on the inside, three inches below the groin. Kurama cried out and clenched his fists, never taking his eyes off Hiei's head. When he released the flesh, Hiei bathed the area gently with his tongue.

 

Although he detested the taste of blood, the hiyoukai found he enjoyed the taste of his mate during their games. The bites he inflicted were always shallow and always healed by morning with no mark. Kurama had once confided in him that he liked a touch of pain with his pleasure, and the fox's moans during this playtime were laced with lust and excitement. Although he had a deep fear of hurting Kurama again, Hiei indulged the fox by playing rough from time to time. After this type of foreplay, their lovemaking was always forceful and extremely satisfying as Kurama took his “revenge” for the games Hiei played.

 

When the area was cleaned of all blood and no more oozed from the wound, Hiei looked up again to be sure he had Kurama's attention. Green eyes watched attentively, obediently, lustfully. Smirking, Hiei stroked the flesh of Kurama's outer thigh, the flesh he has slapped earlier. “Good fox. You get a reward,” he said, bending his head to slowly engulf Kurama, never breaking eye contact with his mate.

 

Kurama struggled to keep watching Hiei as his body screamed for release, screamed for him to move, screamed for him to close his eyes and buck his hips deeper into that wet warmth. His heavy breathing was visible to Hiei, who smirked again, around the hardened flesh, and bobbed a few times to drive him to even greater need.

 

“Hiei, PLEASE,” Kurama hissed, closing his eyes briefly as he lost control of his body, and trying again to buck his hips. A slap to his thigh brought him back to their game.

 

“No,” Hiei replied. The fire demon placed his left hand over the cold, hard wax on Kurama's stomach and gave it a sudden burst of ki. The instant change from hard, dry, and cold to soft, wet, and hot made Kurama's entire body shudder almost convulsively as he cried out yet again. Clenching his fists, he strained against his bonds and gasped for breath.

 

Hiei watched as Kurama fought for control of his body. The fire demon was usually gentler with his mate. Usually he did not draw the game out so much. Usually he indulged Kurama's needs more. But tonight, for some reason, his demon blood was singing, pulsing in his ears, and he felt like prolonging the fun a little more. Besides, Kurama had not used the safety word. The fox had never yet used it to call an end to their games. Hiei preferred to end their games himself, due to his phobia of damaging his lover. Tonight, however, he drew out the foreplay as he watched Kurama slowly lose the battle to his own body, closing his eyes.

 

“Such poor control, Fox,” Hiei said as he smeared the heated wax across Kurama's abdomen, allowing his ki to heat it a little hotter than usual. Kurama's eyes were still closed and his head lolled back as he gasped for air. Hiei paused for a moment. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he asked, giving Kurama a chance to use the safety word and stop him if the sensations were too intense. Without looking up, Kurama shook his head defiantly. “Too bad,” Hiei whispered, lowering his head to Kurama's hip once more.

 

With a burst of ki from his hands to spread the wax further around Kurama's torso, Hiei bit the flesh of the fox's hip savagely. He felt Kurama's body stiffen, not in the pleasure-laden, excited way, but in a convulsive manner, and he knew something was not right. Before he could wonder what was wrong, Kurama's voice interrupted him.

 

“ORCHID!” Instantly, Hiei let go. He reigned his ki back in and released the fox's flesh, pulling his hands and mouth away from his mate. With wide, almost fearful red eyes, he looked up towards the kitsune's face and asked, “Kurama? Are you alright?” Kurama looked up and nodded slightly before his eyes rolled up and his head fell backwards. His entire body went slack, his arms dangling in their straps.

 

“Kurama?” Hiei asked, shocked. No response. “Shit.” Instantly Hiei was off the bed and untying Kurama's arms. The first arm flopped to the mattress as he began on the second. Carefully, he shifted Kurama's arms from over his head to his sides and moved to untie the fox's feet. Once the straps were off, Hiei watched Kurama for a few seconds.

 

The kitsune was still breathing, but it was shallow and fitful. His body was completely limp, except for an occasional small, involuntary shudder. “Kurama?” Hiei said softly, trying to rouse his mate. Nothing. “Shit,” the hiyoukai repeated as he snatched both their robes from the hook in the bathroom.

 

In an instant Hiei was wearing his own robe and gently wrapping Kurama's form in the other. With a burst of his energy he snuffed out the candles that had been burning in the bedroom. As soon as he had the fox wrapped and in hand, he flitted out the sliding glass doors, off the terrace, and towards the temple of Genkai, to his sister.

 

Leaping nimbly from treetop to telephone pole, Hiei looked down at his mate cradled in his arms. Kurama was oblivious to the world. His shallow breaths yielded little puffs of fog each time he exhaled, but the tiny wisps were still too shallow, too fast. In the moonlight the fox's face was eerily pale. When he shuddered, small beads of sweat would appear on his brow, but they would disappear once the tremor ended. As the hiyoukai leapt from perch to perch, the robe around Kurama shifted slightly, revealing a pale shoulder. Hiei tried to raise his ki to warm his lover, but something felt wrong, as if there were static in his energy and between them. Without knowing why, Hiei abandoned the use of and shielding of his ki and pushed forward faster. As he went, he murmured apologies to his mate. Kurama, however, heard nothing.

 

Yukina was snuggled up to her husband in bed when she felt the approaching energy. Hiei was coming, quickly, and not shielding his ki at all. Kuwabara felt the approaching demon, as well, and both got up and got dressed to greet their guest. As he opened the door, Kuwabara was not surprised to see Hiei appear, practically out of nowhere. He was surprised to see an unconscious Kurama in the fire demon's arms. Without a word, he motioned them to the spare bedroom.

 

Hiei entered the warm room of the temple and went in the direction Kuwabara had pointed. He knew his sister would find him there. He placed Kurama gently onto the futon as Yukina approached. “He passed out,” Hiei explained, moving to kneel by Kurama's head so his sister could heal his mate. Yukina observed Kurama for a moment before reaching out to him, but she stopped before her hands reached him.

 

“His energy is very erratic,” she observed, passing her hands over his form, a few inches away from his skin. “I can't find any real wounds to heal. There are some slightly wounded areas, but nothing that would cause him to lose consciousness.” Yukina did not see Hiei slight blush as she mentioned the “slightly injured” areas; he knew where those injuries, those bites, had come from.

 

Yukina was about to place her hands on the fox to see if she could help even out his energy when a voice from the doorway interrupted her. “Don't touch him.” The ice apparition looked up. Kuwabara was holding the door open as Genkai entered. “You cannot heal this malady,” the old psychic said. “Move over.”

 

Yukina moved away as the human approached and evaluated the fox. “His demon energy is out of balance. If you touch him right now, your demon energy will interfere with his. I'm not sure what would happen, just that it wouldn't be pretty,” Genkai said as she began to make strange symbols with her hands.

 

“Hiei touched him,” Yukina said, staring at her brother in confusion.

 

“They are mated. Kurama's body accepts Hiei's ki, so there was no interference. A touch by any other demon would not be accepted, and that's where the not pretty part comes in,” Genkai explained.

 

“What are you doing?” Hiei asked abruptly. Although he respected the human's skills, she was not the one he usually went to for healing. Healing was not even her specialty.

 

“I'm trying to figure out what's wrong, so shut up,” Genkai said abruptly. “I'm assuming you came here to fix the problem, since you didn't bother to shield your ki and every person or demon even mildly sensitive to spirit energy now knows you are here.” Hiei narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. She was right.

 

After a few more minutes, Genkai put her hands down. “Something is disrupting the balance between his human and demon energies, trying to bring out the demonic properties. This is usually the result of a spell. The spell requires a piece of the victim, and relies on the connection between the victim's energy and body. Hair and skin work very poorly, but blood, bone, and teeth work well. The only way to negate the effects is to break his connection with whatever has been taken from him. For a normal demon this would be easy, almost instinctive, but in his case, having a human body infused with demonic ki, it is difficult. I can use the Spirit Wave to disrupt his demonic energy completely and when he rebalances, the connection with the missing piece should be broken.”

 

“Should be?” Hiei queried.

 

“You got a better idea?” Genkai countered. “Stand back.” As Hiei stood and took a step backwards towards the wall, Genkai began chanting.

 

After a series of chants and motions, Genkai's energy swelled around her. Extending her hands towards Kurama's form, she chanted the final syllable and released the Spirit Wave. The ki hit the fox, disrupting his demonic energy and forcing his body to survive on his human ki. Almost immediately, his breathing evened out and the tremors disappeared. Hiei, however, did not experience such a relief.

 

When the blast of reiki hit his mate, Hiei was thrown backwards into the wall. Through his connection and the energy they shared, the Spirit Wave had hit the hiyoukai as well. After striking the wall, Hiei slid downwards, his knees buckling. Almost in slow motion, he slithered to the floor and turned to his right, his side resting against the wall.

 

“Hmm. I guess their bond carried the disruption to him, as well,” Genkai mused. “Stop!”

 

Yukina stopped. She was going to her brother to check on him when the elderly psychic had ordered her to halt. “But he...”

 

“Should not be touched by a demon, even his twin,” Genkai finished. “Kuwabara, check on him. Try to get him to look up, even a little. If we can get him conscious, just for a moment, he can begin to reestablish his energy pattern as well.” Reluctantly, Kuwabara approached the crumpled demon.

 

Hiei was completely disoriented. His whole body felt like a shock had ripped through him. If it had been a direct attack, he could have easily deflected or even absorbed it. But it came through his connection to Kurama, and so it was like being attacked from within. Gradually, though, he began to become aware of his surroundings. The first thing he could focus on was a rubbing across his upper back, between his shoulders. A hand was rubbing, trying to coax his body awake. Slowly the demon opened his eyes and turned to his left to see who was touching him. His gaze fell upon the worried face of Kuwabara, but his mind did not register anything. A distant, female voice said, “That's fine. Let him rest now.” And Hiei closed his eyes and thought no more.

 

Kuwabara stopped rubbing Hiei's upper back when Genkai said to let him rest. The demon closed his eyes, but did not move. Gently, the taller human grasped Hiei's arms and tilted him forward and onto his right side. The demon unconsciously stretched out his legs and Kuwabara lowered him onto his side. Before he was completely on the floor, Yukina slid a pillow under her brother's head and handed a blanket to her husband. After covering the hiyoukai, Kuwabara rose to leave the room. He saw that Kurama also had a pillow and blanket. He, Yukina, and Genkai left quietly, allowing the mates to sleep off their disruption.

 

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When Hiei awoke he sat up and looked around groggily. He was not in his bed. A few feet in front of him, Kurama slept on a futon. Behind him was a wall. When he looked down he saw a pillow and a note. “Come out to the kitchen. Do not awaken Kurama.” was written in his sister's writing. Slowly he arose. After watching his mate for a few minutes to make sure the fox was breathing and comfortable, Hiei tightened the sash of his robe and went to the kitchen.

 

When her brother came stumbling out of the spare bedroom, Yukina rushed to his side to guide him to a chair. Quickly she placed a plate full of food in front of him. Hiei just stared at the meal in silence for a moment. He did not feel hungry at all.

 

“You should eat,” Yukina prompted him gently.

 

“Why was I not to awaken Kurama?” Hiei asked immediately.

 

“He is rebalancing his energy. He will awaken when he is ready. Until then, he needs rest. Master Genkai told me I was not to touch him. No one is, except you. We'll only interfere with his recovery. Now eat,” Yukina said softly.

 

Hiei nodded and began to eat, more to humor his sister than anything else. Despite having no appetite when he sat down, after a few bites of food he discovered he was ravenously hungry. Within minutes he had cleared his plate and Yukina brought over a second helping. After a third helping, he was finally full.

 

“Thank you,” Hiei said awkwardly to Yukina as he arose to go back to the bedroom. “I'll get Kurama and we'll...”

 

“Stay right here until you're both recovered,” came a voice from behind him. Spinning, Hiei was instantly on guard against an opponent that could creep up so close without his knowledge. Genkai stood a mere three feet from him, completely unfazed by his defensive stance and aura.

 

“Like hell we will,” Hiei spat, turning again to go to the bedroom. In an instant, Genkai was before him, her arm extended in a punch and her closed fist extended flush against his chest.

 

“You couldn't block or dodge that. If it were a real hit, you would be dead. You're not ready to leave yet, and neither is Kurama. These two,” she nodded at the Kuwabaras, “Have agreed to keep you here until you recover completely. So thank them, shut up, and don't piss me off.” Without a word, Hiei stepped around the psychic and proceeded to the bedroom. Yukina followed.

 

Once he entered the bedroom, he turned to his sister. “She's bitchier than usual,' He commented dryly.

 

“She was concerned. She did not expect the Spirit Wave to affect you so severely. She's hiding that under an attitude, like some other people I know,” Yukina replied.

 

“Hn,” Hiei answered, turning to the futon. As Yukina closed the door, he crawled into the bedding with his mate, careful not to disturb the fox. Snuggling up to Kurama, Hiei found himself drifting to sleep immediately. Before he had time to wonder why he was so tired, he dazed off. In his sleep, Kurama smiled and shifted to wrap an arm around his mate.

 

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A/N-Apparently the writing bug bit me. This chapter just popped out of my head and onto the screen. I hope future chapters have taken notes and will do the same. All the random stuff going on will begin to come together in the next few chapters, so I hope you stay tuned until then. (And review)