Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ I'm Home! ❯ Why Does It Take an Argument to Get the Blood Flowing? ( Chapter 2 )

 

I hope you all enjoy this not so second chapter of this not so story. I have been scavenging for months for this fic and I always came up short handed. But now it is done and I am fairly certain I shall be inspired to write again. This time it won't hopefully take me months to do it. Sorry it took so long but I know it was worth the wait. (*blushes*) It took me so long to get up the courage to write this.

I appreciate criticism but don't go too far, this is my first time writing something like this so try not to come down on me too hard.

 

Warning: A Lemon precedes you in this fic and although I know it's only the second chapter, my mind got away from me and journeyed to a far off land of gutters and desire. I am so nervous that no one will like it. Tell me what you think in your review and thank you for your time.

 

Disclaimer applies.

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Chapter 2: Why Does It Take an Argument to Get the Blood Flowing?

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Two years after the first chapter took place; someone is getting rather frustrated and goes off alone for a few weeks not even bothering to care about their mate's feelings. He comes back to find everything in disarray and that everything is his entire fault.

 

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She paced around the room as he stared at her from the doorway.

 

“So, you're just leaving? I guess I should be thankful you're saying goodbye, of a sort anyway.” She said with a hint of venom in her voice.

 

He stared at her face as she walked towards him then turned and walked back and then again back towards him.

 

“Look at me, Sarah.” He watched as she stopped a few feet away from him but kept her eyes on the floor. She moved from one foot to the other hesitantly debating.

 

“No.” It was clear she would not succumb to his will and the flame inside him flared to life at her defiance of him. He loved it when she did that but that wasn't what they needed now, so, he ignored his desire.

 

His feet ate up the distance between them and she gasped as he grabbed her chin and jerked it up to look her in the eyes. His widened in surprise to see hers brimming with unshed tears that she was clearly trying desperately on to let go in his presence.

 

“Please stop, Hiei.” Her whispered plea broke him to the core but he did not loosen his hold. His eyes hardened in response instead and fear flashed through hers but was quickly gone as a trained calm expression settled itself over her features.

 

“I was not with anyone last night.”

 

That one statement sent her blinking as a few tears escaped her eyes. He angrily wiped them off her face and she flinched in response. He tried again.

 

“They lied to you. I have not slept with anyone since I've known you.” The words he wanted to say burned his tongue. He wanted to curse her for doubting him at all, for even thinking that he could see another when he had her.

 

“I didn't believe them when they told me but every time I think about it, it makes more sense.” Her eyes looked at anything but him and he allowed it, at least she was talking to him. She looked into his eyes for the first time of her own will and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the pain that filled them and the confusion apparent there from the battle within. “Every time you've tried to get me to bed I've refused you and I know it frustrates you to no end. You've been the most patient with me and I thank you for it because I have not been ready for you. But I thought that you needed some place to have your… desires… filled. And so I slowly began to believe their words. I know you would never hurt me on purpose and I know you love me although you don't say it often as I don't either. I'm sorry I doubted you. Please forgive me.” Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered her apology to him but that made him even angrier.

 

“Don't you dare blame yourself for this!” She jerked her eyes to his and he saw her surprise that he knew what she had been thinking. He sighed in frustration and slowly hugged her to him. He waited for her protest, but, when none came, he held her tighter and petted her hair more to comfort himself than her.

 

“You were never to blame for any of this. I will set those bastards in their place for putting such thoughts in your head.” He paused and she looked up at him in question. “What did you mean when you said, “I have not been ready for you”?” He separated them to see her reaction and saw a tell tale blush spread across her face.

 

“I-I was just talking about w-when I wasn't willing to….” She trailed off and he smirked at her sending her blush all the way to her neck and probably beyond although he couldn't see it.

 

“That isn't what I meant. You talk of it as though you have changed. Have you or are you deceiving me?” He watched in amusement as she became even more uncomfortable and again cast her gaze at the floor as her blush remained plastered to her face.

 

“I-I, um… I don't know what you're talking about.” So, she was going to play the innocent? Well, he'd just have to take up the position of the `bad guy'.

 

He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder only too delighted when he heard her shriek in surprise. He was also not surprised when she pounded on his back to put her down and he purposefully moved his hand to her but and she quieted in response. He smirked and kneaded her muscles to hear her let out a gasp but then a moan as he distracted her long enough to get them both upstairs to their room.

 

He threw her on the bed where she bounced and shrieked. As soon as she settled enough he was on top of her pushing her shirt up as he kissed her blind. When he broke away she gasped for breath and then surprised him as she helped him remove her shirt to reveal the bra underneath. He growled in response and allowed her to take off his own shirt then he pounced on her and bit at her collarbone. She leaned into him and let him have his way. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he kissed, bit, and sucked his way over her neck and shoulders. He only paused when he reached the top line of her bra which, instead of removing it totally, he moved it down and out of his way for the moment, then he continued his onslaught with his mouth.

 

The sounds she made were exquisite to his ears. He couldn't get enough of them. It heightened his pleasure knowing that he was causing her to sound like she was. She moaned, whispered his name, clawed at his back, or stroked his hair. She did everything he wanted her to do without even knowing she was doing it. Then, hesitantly, she put her mouth around his left nipple and sucked. She giggled against him when he gave a loud moan and pushed down on her harder. She continued to lick and tease him until she moved to his other nipple and started the sweet torture over again. He knew if he didn't stop her he would lose his control that was already slipping out of his fingers.

 

And then she bit down and he lost it.

 

Kisses, hot and quick, pressed hard against each other's mouths. Hands, fumbling, grasping at buttons, pulling at pants. Hands wrapped in each others hair, tangling, holding tightly.

The clothing pile quickly grows as every piece is shed from the other and they lay, one on top of the other, breathing heavily and sloppily kissing each other and rubbing their bodies together to keep from losing the heat and friction of the moment. She cried out in an equal balance of pleasure and pain as he slipped inside her without warning.

They shouted each other's names as they fell over the edge while intertwined in the other's embrace.

 

They lay afterwards, he next to her with the covers around them and her head on his chest, his arms surrounding her in a protective gesture. He kissed the back of her head as they fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.