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WARNING! – This chapter contains explicit sexual contact between two males. If you are uncomfortable with the aforementioned topic turn back now. I accept flames. I do not accept stupidity. This is a yaoi fanfiction; don't come to me bitching and moaning about how gross yaoi is. Now that we understand each other…
~*~ indicated the start of a dream sequence.
The first night after the changling mission with Urameshi, Kuwabara didn't realize he was dreaming until he woke to the sound of his own screaming voice.
Hot delicious friction…
Pleasure coursed through his body, tingling through his fingertips and toes as his body was pumped and stroked at maddening intervals. A burning mouth passed over his nipple taking a moment to bite down and nibble the newly hardened nub. A sharp tongue traced the areola before that sinful cavity moved up to his neck all the while a pair of clawed hands dug into my hips with a maddening ferocity driving my whole body up and down over his sitting form with a surprising amount of ease. His breath came in sharp gasps taken perfectly in time with the man's movements.
The sharp slapping sound of their thighs clashing upon each thrust filled his ears resounding into the very core of his body. His body, jarred with each of their movements, felt like it couldn't coil any tighter. His muscles flexing and contracting in resistance to the frantic pace of the male controlling him. Teeth, sharp and - oh so - lethal, found purchase on his shoulder digging in deep and drawing blood and smearing a path up to his sensitive earlobe.
"Say my name, Kazuma."
He could only gasp in response the smoldering of those blood red eyes.
The demon's claws dug deep into his hips forcing himself in deeper and harder than humanly possible. His fangs sank into his flesh again, this time just over his pectoral muscle. The younger male let out a fairly loud yell in response to the rough treatment.
"Say it, Kuwabara."
A hand on his sex urged him further and further on.
"Hi… H-hi… Hiei!"
And white light exploded behind his eyelids.
Three days of finals and nonstop studying take their toll on a person. Kuwabara felt like he hadn't slept more than five or six hours in the last 72, and he was probably right. College could sure as hell be demanding. He remembers getting home on the late afternoon of the third day feeling like he had just been run over by a bulldozer.
Yukina and Shizuru had taken one look at him before ushering him into his room with an irrefutable order to sleep until dinner which would be served in his room to be consumed promptly before he return to bed.
That night after his stomach was sated with a delicious bento, Kuwabara knew he was dreaming when the visions assaulted him.
The woods were quiet in the dying light.
Kuwabara had been walking through them on his way back from school taking in the pleasant weather and basking in the dying sun's rays. His school uniform of a plain button down white shirt and slacks was neatly disarrayed, the blouse untucked from his pants and the top three buttons undone. But when the path he normally took became blurred and unfamiliar, he found himself treading into youkai territory. The energies were all around him pulsing through the air like electricity. Even though they were leaving him be for the time being, night had fallen about thirty minutes ago, and it was way too quiet for his liking. Something had warned off the wildlife within the vicinity leaving the quiet.
Silence disturbed only by his footsteps as he trekked his way further in the direction of what he hoped was the city.
A tree branch ricochets back into place after apparently being leapt from. Not two seconds later a sharp cracking noise sounded signaling the breaking of a twig or stick on the ground. A flash of light and a tree branch falls from directly above him forcing him to leap forward or be crushed to death.
The whistling of a blade as it cuts through the air is usually the last sound you hear when the sharp pitch slices the air right above your head. Kuwabara dives into the underbrush, rolling out of the motion to take off running through the thicket. His sense of direction skewed, the red-head ran blindly weaving his path around the sharp edges of the forest and whipping of tree branches, desperately trying to escape the lusting creature in hot pursuit on his heels. A high pitched whistle rings through the forest adding to the cacophony of noise in Kuwabara's ears.
Something hard, another body, rams into him from behind driving him forward before disappearing from back to flit ahead of him. He rises shakily to his feet trying to catch his breath and maybe a glimpse of his pursuer. A pair of sharp knees collides with his chest forcing him backward this time to lie flat on his back where he huffs winded from the impact.
A hand cuts off his cry when it roughly takes a hold of his jaw fixing his face into a rigid position as though he were looking up or above him. A hot breath flits across the skin of his jugular.
The human freezes at the contact.
"Mmmm," a tongue licks at main carotid artery running along the sides of his vocal cords. "I must say Kazuma, you are the most delicious prey I've ever hunted."
Just then a pair of razor sharp teeth closed around his neck.
He tried to struggle out of his assailant's grip to no avail. Blood had been drawn from his neck any further struggle and he could rip his own throat out on the demon's canines. Panic engulfed his senses. His heart started to race. A rising need to escape bellowed from the pit of his stomach. Time was rushing forward at an inconceivable pace.
But then, everything stopped when the demon started to drink from him.
Pleasure, blinding and pure, pulsed through his body in time with the flow of his blood. He could practically feel the chemicals in his body shift to accommodate this new sensation. A deep sense of peace and comfort soothed his nerved out of the burst of adrenaline being worked through his system. Fight or flight endorphins were being quickly replaced by sex hormones and the sensation of euphoria.
And just as quickly as it came, it receded as the demon above him withdrew, closing the wound with a flick of his tongue.
The ordeal left him gasping for more.
"You always love it whenever I've reestablished my mark on you. Don't you, my mate?
Hiei's method of sneaking into Kuwabara's dreams at night had been a complete success the last two times he entered the human's mind. Kazuma's reaction to both dreams had been predictable. The boy woke up in a cold sweat, harder and more aroused than he had ever been in his entire life. This would be the third time Hiei snuck into the redhead's dreams to instigate his own little game. Needless to say, he couldn't wait to set into motion his latest fantasy.
Reaching the Kuwabara residence, Hiei slipped through the teen's window soundlessly to find his target already asleep. Perfect setup.
Jagan activated, the demon slipped inside the psychic's subconscious with practiced ease, but what lay in wait for him was unexpected. Kuwabara had already set a dream in motion. Not quite what Hiei had had in mind, but intriguing nonetheless.
And so Hiei followed Kazuma into what would be unbeknownst to both of them and enlightening "conversation".
"Why are you so alone?"
The demon sighed in response to the human boy's question. Sunlight filtered into their small clearing from behind a thin blanket of clouds casting a haze on the freshly doused plant-life around Genkai's temple. Through the mist, Kuwabara could see a black clad figure lounging with his eyes closed contently on a large rock silently soaking in daybreak's growing warmth. It was always quiet this early in the morning. Not a creature stirring save for the two males residing in the wildlife that seemed so much further than it actually was from civilization.
"Why do you ask such stupid questions?"
"It's not a stupid question."
"I say it is."
"Well, you're wrong."
Pale eyelids slid open lazily to alight crimson orbs upon the intruder to his privacy. Kuwabara stood up taller, stiffer in his proud, if not tired, stance. He didn't know what had compelled him to seek out the demon this early in the morning, but here he was standing in the middle of a clearing inquiring a question he knew the jaganshi would never answer unless under the pain of torture, even then chances were slim to none that he would actually provide an answer.
He waited a couple of minutes for Hiei to answer, and when no reply sounded, the human sighed and turned around to head home. What a waste of a morning trip.
"Never mind, then, I'll see you around."
He waved a hand nonchalantly through the air about to exit the lea.
"I am alone because it's safe."
Hiei actually answered.
"When you place yourself in the presence of others, you open yourself to weak, worthless emotions: regret, disappointment, jealousy, betrayal, even longing to name a few."
Kuwabara turned around to walk in the direction of Hiei's perch. He took a seat to the left of the rock, his head even with Hiei's hip.
"But being alone hurts, too."
"And just what would you know about it?"
"I thought so…"
Hiei rose to his feet ready to sprint off and out of the presence of the nosy human, but Kuwabara grabbed his wrist giving him means to pause.
"It wasn't easy, you know, growing up being able to see things other people can't."
Hiei looked at him.
"People used to always call me a liar or a weirdo. A lot of people, kids and adults, avoided me because I gave them the creeps. I always ended up alone because of it."
"But you were just a mere child, completely incapable of causing harm."
Kuwabara chuckled under his breath.
"It's hard growing up not knowing what was 'real' and what wasn't. I would see something, ask what it was, and find out it didn't exist. They called me a liar and cast me aside. I kept myself isolated from everyone around me, even my own family. My parents worried about my behavior, but never addressed me about it."
"Hn, it's funny how human nature inspires them to deny anything they don't understand."
"It wasn't til I met my gang that I found people who could accept my unusual abilities. And then I met you guys. You, Yusuke, and Kurama… You actually understood my awareness and even gave me the tools with which to control it better. I don't feel alone anymore because of it."
Hiei just watched him.
"That's why I'm asking. Why do you always want to be alone?"
Kuwabara just smiled as Hiei walked to the edge of the clearing where he paused.
"I never said I wanted to be alone."
Kuwabara heaved a sigh of relief as he placed his pen down on the table in front of him and carefully closed the worn hand-woven pages of the book in front of him. His grandmother used to write in this book a long time ago. It had the names and drawing of apparitions in it along with sutras she would use to ward off spirits and demons. It had come in immense handy the last few years while Yusuke and the others had been gone in demon world, and now it was meeting its owner's needs again in the quiet of a restless night.
He couldn't sleep right anymore. Something was seriously screwed up with his subconscious. Onslaughts of images haunted his nights. Never ceasing to invoke one of three emotions: sheer terror, contemplative melancholy, or intense desire, it seemed as though the visions were trying to convey meaning to Kuwabara. They were the most frightening of nightmares, the most thoughtful of dreams, and the most erotic of fantasies.
They were everything in existence.
Endless nights of dreams, nightmares, and phantom conversations were taking a toll on Kuwabara. He felt ragged and malnourished. It was a chore to deny himself the sleep his body so desperately needed, but he tried anyway in vain to stay conscious during the darkest hours of the night. On the nights when he failed to stay up, he always found himself waking up with vivid images of forbidden passion burning into his irises and a strange mark on a different part of his body. The first time he saw it, it had been on his arm. It looked like a burn mark in the shape of a black flame, but it didn't hurt at all. It didn't even itch.
And it would move, too. The next day he found it resting on his ankle. He had no idea what the mark was doing there, or what it represented, but it always reminded him about the consistently present individual starring in all of his visions.
Hiei… Oh gods, the demon was going to kill him if he ever found out about his dreams.
That danger alone was enough to make anyone not want to sleep at night. With Hiei's Jagan all he would have to do is look at Kuwabara while he slept to gain access to the forbidden knowledge, but Kuwabara found a fairly simple way to keep his dreams to himself.
He started writing them down in a journal. The dreams, that is. Ever since the conclusion of Urameshi's latest case, Kuwabara had been documenting his dreams night after night after night. He'd made it a habit of writing down all of his dreams in the early morning right after he had woken up in an old inconspicuous journal, which he then sealed with a simple sutra to ward off demons. He wasn't initially sure that it worked, but one afternoon at the ramen stand, Kurama had gone through his backpack and gotten a rather nasty burn from only brushing the back of his hand against the binding. After apologizing profusely and treating the burn, he managed to get Kurama to keep it a secret passing it off as an heirloom he acquired from his late grandmother.
By writing his dreams down in the protected book, his thoughts would remain his own no matter who or what managed to get in his head. The seal protecting the book also protected the content inside the book. Power thoughts, sutras, dreams, anything written in that book was protected from the prying eyes of youkai. A really neat trick if you asked Kazuma. Now if only he could find a sutra that would ward off teachers and nosy principles. They had a habit of looking over his shoulder constantly in class just to check and make sure he was actually doing his work. (You would think that after three years of having one of the higher GPA's in the class they would realize he'd changed for good, but no).
He needed sleep though. He had finals coming up, and there was no way he would do well functioning on the little amount of sleep he had gotten the last week. He had a lot of studying to do and didn't have time to be worrying about dream Hiei coming after him at night for god only knows what next.
Ready for bed, Kuwabara set himself comfortably on his mattress in a traditional meditative position. Drawing in spirit energy out and into the air around him, he visualized the energy forming a protective cocoon around his mind. A safety net design to ward off any and all types of dreams and a barrier made to keep invading energies out that might disturb the balance of his chakras.
With a deep breath, Kazuma laid himself down to sleep praying to any god who would listen for a night free of visions. Unknown to Kuwabara, Yukina had already looked into finding the redhead some aid in his quest for a goodnight's sleep.
When Hiei came in later that night, he found Yukina waiting for him at Kuwabara's bedroom door. The koorime looked at him with worried, tired eyes.
"What did you call me here about?"
"Kazuma's placed a ward around himself for the night; you might want to refrain from getting too close."
"Do you know why?"
She shook her head.
"He hasn't been getting much sleep lately. He's had a lot of schoolwork to worry about these last few days, and I don't think he's been sleeping well."
Hiei looked to the sleeping human a moment. An almost unnoticeable twitch in his eyebrow was all that signified his annoyance at his fool of a human. Honestly, only a ningen would go through the trouble of avoiding dreams by not sleeping.
"I think I can offer some assistance."
"Arigato, Hiei-san," she said with a quick bow before leaving him to carry about his business.
The jaganshi listened to his sister's retreating footsteps carefully before gliding over to Kuwabara's desk and taking a seat. The cat scurried out from under his feet with a soft mew to hop up onto her owner's bed where she curled up to sleep beside the slumbering human. The two made quite a calming picture.
And Hiei decided he was content to simply watch them sleep for the night.
He would leave before dawn as if he had never been there.
"Be ready, Kazuma. Your dreams will be mine again soon, but for now sleep."
Sorry it took so long for this update. Between school and everything else, I have no time to write. Hope you enjoyed it. Please Review.