Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Ties ❯ The Rest is Ancient History ( Chapter 12 )

Chapter Twelve
Blood Ties: The Rest is Ancient History

Sabryiel stretched against Kurama’s pliant form. Of all things, he was warm. She smiled, snuggling deeper into his chest. She felt a blissful tingling sensation in her heart. For the first time in a long time she was…happy. No matter how short-lived it might be. She opened her eyes, stifling a yawn. She was glad to be only partially blind now, instead of completely. Yukina had at least helped that much. Now she was only blind in her left eye, but it didn’t seem to bother her as much anymore. She sighed. She found herself in another predicament; Sunari.
There was no easy way to tell someone you were dying. In fact, of all things, that’s what bothered her the most. It wasn’t that she was dying…it was having to tell Sunari she wouldn’t be around every day. It was trying to make her understand that all the medicine in the world couldn’t save her. Sunari was fragile, despite what she led on. She held many secrets in that head of hers; many she had never actually spoken aloud. Some, Sabryiel had to figure out on her own. For fifteen years Sabryiel spent her time trying to make her best friend happy. She carried a love for the woman not many could say they had ever accomplished. A love wholly different from Kurama, but in many ways the same…
For a moment it was conflict inside her. It was more than Sunari she would have to convince. A lot of it was she too. It wasn’t as if she felt her life was incomplete. Rather, she had fit all the pieces together a little too late, but in the end held no regret for it. It was Sunari who would need the help. When she was gone Sunari would have to find a way to cope with it all. She would need someone. She would need to be held and consoled every day. It took years for Sabryiel to mold Sunari into the condition she carried now. In a matter of moments it could quickly be torn down.
Sabryiel shuddered at the thought. What would be left of Sunari then? She had indeed waited a long time to tell Sunari the truth of things. But, then again, Sunari hadn’t truly been honest either. There she was; making excuses. It was, after all, human nature no matter how unattractive it was. A silent tear ran down her face, but before it hit the bed, Kurama scooped it up on his finger. “Eh,” she looked up at the red head. For the first time in the last twenty four hours Kurama seemed…complacent.
“Why are you crying…?” His voice had a darker tone to it, almost as if it wasn’t him talking. As if, he had another being inside of him; one just as lusting and beautiful as he was. He had sensed the divergence within her minutes after her wakening. She needed the time to be in silence, so he allowed it.
Sabryiel merely chuckled, rolling them over so that she was on top of him; her head resting comfortably on his chest. “Nothing mon amour; nothing at all.”
Kurama smoothed back her long tresses of white hair, letting the silky strands fall over and in between his fingers. It was hard for him to truly see Sabryiel anymore. There was always a happiness in him. One only she could create. But there was always sadness too. Over time he had learned one thing; sadness was human nature and it lived inside him next to hatred and misunderstanding.
Suddenly, she lifted herself up and looked down at his beautiful green orbs. He was, by far, the most beautiful man she had laid eyes on. How had she gotten lucky enough to have won someone of his stature? No matter how little time they actually had together, he always made it worth her while. There was a pain in her heart. A twinge of depression that was never ending but always the same… “Kurama…make me forget…just for a little while.”
Kurama looked into her eyes, trying to analyze her feelings. Trying to absorb her thoughts and relieve the pain they both felt. But she was empty; devoid of all emotion save love and lust, both things he happened to enjoy giving her. He gently wrapped a slender hand around her neck, pulling her to his lips. She whimpered softly as his tongue delved into her suddenly before starting a slow, sensual pace. Her stomach twisted tightly, making it hard for her to concentrate on keeping herself up. Kurama must have sensed this and he quickly reversed their positions. It wasn’t as if he minded, she was beautiful in either arrangement.
His right hand gently ran along her side, tracing her curves and causing her fine hair to rise. He broke the kiss to examine her. He wanted to know how she was feeling. What she was feeling…
She looked up at him, gracing his face with her right hand. She had never been one for the submissive position and for the life of her she didn’t know why. It never felt more right than it did at this very moment. If there was one thing she wanted him to know before she passed, it was that she was his. Had always been his since before the first time he looked at her to their very first kiss. She had grown up a single child living with her mother. No father, no siblings, no examples. She grew up relying on herself and learning that she would get nowhere in life unless she earned it on her own. There was no such thing as a ‘free ride’. But here she was, so completely and utterly lost in the sensation Kurama created in her. She relied on him to be there; relied on him to correct her when she did something wrong, to hold her when she was sad…and now, more than ever, relied on him to love her until she died.
If that was asking too much, she couldn’t find it in her to care. She ran her hands up his shirt, memorizing the toned muscles that sat there. Slowly, she rolled up his shirt and silently waited for him to straddle her. It took him a moment, not wanting to sacrifice the closeness of their bodies. Finally, he conceded, sitting up so she could remove the white wife’s beater he had been adorned in. His hair, having been caught in his shirt, fell down over his back and shoulders. The look on his face was that of yearning. One she had spent years trying to find in him, and had only just learned how to instill in him.
Kurama slowly kissed her lips, her jaw, and down her neck causing her to shiver. He kissed down her supple breasts, and smiled against her warm flesh. His arms wove around her back, lifting her ever so slightly to unhook her bra. A slight blush appeared on her face and she hoped he hadn’t noticed. Six months of amazing love making and she still felt like a virginal high school girl. Her thoughts were lost in her whimper as he lifted the bra, not yet taking it off, and cupped one of her breasts. His mouth enveloped her nipple, sucking until it was hard. Never had he acquired a lover as responsive as she was.
His boxer shorts suddenly felt too tight. Sabryiel felt his erection against her stomach and welcomed it. She had been ready for him hours ago, dreaming of him inside of her. Moving with him, crying out his name… No prelude to love making ever made her feel so breathless or deprived. She didn’t know how long she had been wallowing in her need, but it quickly became a moot point when Kurama gently slid two slender fingers inside her underwear and within her impatient walls. She contracted around his ever working hand. He moved slowly, smoothly, yet never missed a chance to hit her where it counted. He was watching her; she was gripping the sheets and moving in time with his hands.
Her need was all he could feel. Need for him, need for love, a subtle need to feel wanted. And she was perhaps the most wanted woman in the world. He needed her as much as she had him. Her death would be his downfall. If it didn’t literally kill him, it would certainly destroy a part of him that made him who he was. She came around his hand and all other thoughts other than his necessity for her were lost with the moan she let escape her lips. He couldn’t wait anymore. The desire was consuming; setting a fire deep within him that still surprised him every time he felt it. She held his life in her very hands. Held it and caressed it until it was satiated and bewildered all at the same time. He quickly made do with their clothing, leaning over her, brushing back her hair and kissing her gently.
He was poised at her entrance and she squirmed beneath him. A silent pleading for him to continue; but he could no more stop what he was doing than he could forget how to breathe. Slowly, he entered her, and she whimpered and moaned and squeezed at the sheets. He treated her as if she was fragile, as if she could possibly break from too much aspiration and desperate need. The way he treated her was as if he was her first and only lover. As he slowly moved within her, and she begged him to go faster she realized in many ways this was not wrong. She had never loved another like she had him. No one else brought this much satisfaction or release. No one else made her feel like she was on top of the world.
For long moments nothing else existed as he lifted her hips, penetrating her as deep as her body would allow. In his need for release, Kurama was panting, hitting her spot with as much thrust and speed as he could. She was screaming now, calling his name and begging him to keep going. When he took her it was as though she finally belonged somewhere.
She came and he came with her. Inside her unlike any other time, but she didn’t think about it…she rode out the wave of pleasure that warmly worked its way down her back, down her arms and legs and finally, resting at her tingling toes. Her mind wandered back to Kurama, still inside of her, kissing her face and gently running his fingers in her hair. She didn’t want to think about what could have been. She didn’t want to imagine that, at this very moment, she could be conceiving. Her short time frame didn’t allow her the joys of children. What mattered was her love for the beautiful man who had rolled over, taking her with him and silently situating her to lay comfortably on him. What mattered was that she learned the true meaning of what it was to love someone and be loved by them in return. What mattered was that even though death had been most of her reality she felt more alive now than she had in years. The rest was ancient history…

A/N: I know I’m not supposed to be writing anymore until I get more reviews but they just keep compelling me to write! Especially Sabryiel who wants to be in the spotlight for at least a little while (and she deserves that.) I hope you enjoy reading this as I did writing this. Sabryiel was pleased and in many ways that made this chapter easy to write. Please review!