Katchan The Seduction of Minamino Shuuichi I know I've been lax in sending my YYH 'fics to RAAC -- gomen ne ::grin:: Here's a little short one; If you neglected to read the tags, it's a yaoi lemon. That's boy-boy stuff for you squeamish folks. ::smile:: Don't like that sort of thing, don't read it. For those of you left -- Enjoy. Katchan ******* "Minamino-kun." I stop, hearing my name, and turn. An upperclassman approaches me, a smile on his face. "Let me walk with you." I wait for him, turn and walk with him. "I had hoped," he continues, "that we could go somewhere. Have coffee, perhaps." I can hardly turn down an innocent offer of coffee, and I know I've been anti-social lately. I smile up at him, and agree. His eyes brighten noticeably, and we walk to a nearby coffee shop. He treats me to coffee and cake, and we discuss school, sports, the weather, and politics. He is a pleasant and well-informed conversationalist, with a warm voice and interesting opinions that keep the dialogue animated. He is taller than me, broader -- an athlete, radiating strength and self-possession. His black hair is smoothed back with some sweet-smelling oil; his dark eyes are complemented by his perfect navy blazer. He smiles a great deal, an unaffected, sincere smile, brightened by even white teeth. It is late when we leave the coffee shop. We walk, still talking, and quite before I am aware of it, we have taken a narrow path through a darkening wood. Just as I begin to sense that something is afoot, my companion turns to me, stops walking. I stop as well, turn to face him, frown slightly. "Minamino-kun," he says, suddenly shy, "I have seen you at school. You are never with girls, never seen out on a date with one." "Perhaps," I tell him mildly, "none has ever struck my fancy." "I don't believe that's it," he says, and steps toward me, dropping his bag. The heat from his body passes through our clothes, warming my skin, making me shiver. He lifts one strong hand and catches my chin, tilts my face up, leans down and presses his lips to mine. My eyes close automatically, and my own books slide to the grass. His mouth tastes like sweet coffee, warm, tantalising. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me against him. His heart thumps rapidly; his breath is soft and quick on my cheek. Instinctively, I put my hands on his chest. It has been a long time since I've been held by someone bigger than myself, and the feel of his powerful arms around me is a delightful sensation. I find myself enjoying it much more than I should, and know that were this a different time, a different place, I would surrender to the stirring in my belly, perhaps let him have me out here, in the woods, where anyone might walk by at any given moment. But now, I push him away, guilty at my own reluctance. He searches my face, hurt plain in his eyes. "Doumo sumimasen," he whispers, turning his head. "I didn't mean to offend you." "No offense," I assure him, licking my lips and tugging at my jacket to disguise my discomfiture. "But I -- " I take a deep breath, curse my blushing cheeks. "I have -- someone." He pales, bends quickly to lift his bag. "Minamino-kun," he manages, "I had -- no idea -- I -- " "Daijoubu," I assure him, lifting my own books, keeping my eyes lowered. "If not -- I would certainly be tempted." He smiles, wanly; mumbling apologies and excuses, he hurries away. I decide not to pursue. He will be able to live with the embarrassment on his own. But he will probably never speak to me again, and that is a shame. I hurry home, just as it begins to rain. My mother meets me at the door with a towel, laughing at my wet hair stuck to my face, and I forget the incident as she draws me into the house and the smell of supper nearly ready. After supper, I excuse myself and head to my room, and set my homework in front of me. I stare at the pages, chew on my pencil, neglect to notice as someone enters my room. I look up after a moment; Hiei is sitting on my windowsill, one knee drawn up, the other leg dangling inside -- his usual 'waiting' posture, while I work on my lessons. He looks out the window, keeping his thoughts to himself. "Hiei," I note. "I didn't see you come in." He turns to look at me, solemn. "I know," he says. His wet cloak has been hung neatly to dry beside the window; he has removed his boots and shirt, and sits wearing only his trousers, which are damp, and his little white socks, pristine no matter where he goes and what he does. He is nothing like the upperclassman who kissed me. He is tiny, delicate despite his strength -- I can lift him with one arm. His red eyes are bright, long-lashed, always scrutinising despite their seeming gentle beauty. His mouth is tight, rarely smiles, even more rarely laughs. His glossy black hair, its uniform colour interrupted by the thick white thatch near his forehead, is eternally untidy. He wears only what is practical, what will aid him most in a fight, should a fight chance to occur. He knows little of current events in my world, and cares even less. And I adore him. Enough to throw over someone who is quite possibly one of the most beautiful, most charming men ever to have approached me. My stomach clenches. "How long have you been there?" I ask softly. "Few minutes," he shrugs, ruby eyes penetrating my skull, looking around for whatever he can find. Uncomfortable, I return to my homework, resume staring at the pages. He turns to look outside, watches the rain stream down the window. The room is filled with the whisper of raindrops striking the roof, the window, the grass outside. "Hiei," I say finally, pushing away from my desk. "Something happened today." "Oh," he says, and turns his head to look at me again. I stand, shove my hands into my pockets, begin to pace. "One -- one of my classmates came to me. Asked me out for coffee." I pause, look over my shoulder at him. His face is expressionless. "I went." Still no reaction from him; he knows there is more. "He kissed me." Hiei continues to wait. I turn completely to face him. "Say something," I demand. "What do you want me to say?" he asks quietly. I stamp my foot, annoyed by his nonchalance. "I don't know," I reply. "Anything. Are you mad? Are you jealous? Or do you just not care?" He watches me a moment. "Does it matter what I feel?" he wonders. "It's already been done." "I could have gone further," I snap. "I could have done anything I wanted, with him. But I didn't." "That was your choice," Hiei informs me mildly. Hurt, frustrated, confused, I whirl toward my futon and flop down on it, arms out at my sides, and stare at the ceiling. He doesn't move. "What's your problem, anyway?" I complain. "What's yours?" he returns. "So you got kissed. And you enjoyed it." I push myself up on my elbows, glower at him. "I didn't say I enjoyed it." He smirks, hops down from the window, perches on the edge of the futon before I can blink. "You didn't have to say a word," he assures me. "I could tell by looking." My cheeks redden yet again. "Looking at what?" He leans toward me, eyes narrowed, voice sultry. "At you and him standing in the middle of the forest, wrapped in one another's arms, bodies pressed together most indecently, for public viewing." I catch a glimpse of his thoughts, inhale sharply as I realise that he had been present for the kiss, somehow, somewhere -- "I usually follow you home," Hiei informs me, kneeling suddenly on my hips. He grabs my shirt, yanks it open, popping off the buttons. I fall back to the futon, startled. He pulls the shirt away from me, tearing it. "Today," he continues, "was no exception." "You saw it," I murmur, lying still as he wriggles down to unfasten my trousers. "I saw it," he agrees, and tugs my trousers down. "Why didn't you -- do something? Say something?" "I wanted to see what you would do," he says, and his trousers join mine on the floor. He lies naked between my legs, and licks my chest, his warm tongue teasing my nipples until they grow erect. I close my eyes. "Then you know," I gasp as his teeth close on my skin, "that I didn't do anything. That I told him about you." Hiei laughs softly, draws his tongue across my nipple. "I know," he agrees. "So you like big men, hn?" I groan. "Hiei, how -- " "You're terribly easy to read, Kurama," he murmurs, draws up his knees beneath my thighs, rocks against me slowly, sensually. "You know -- " "I know everything," he laughs, thrusting a little harder, not changing his tempo, lifting my hips with each tilt of his own. I raise my knees, drape my legs around him, feel us growing hard against one another. "I would never -- " I try to continue. "Never what?" he asks, rolling his slender hips in tight circles between my thighs. "Learn how to complete a sentence?" He slides his hands under my rear, holds me firmly against him, still rotating his hips. "Let me tell you something, Minamino-kun," he taunts, enunciating each syllable of my name, "I have no fear that you'll run off with some pretty Human boy." I laugh, despite myself, panting. He pushes inside me, a little at a time. "How can -- you be so -- sure?" I manage, planting my feet on the futon and arching for him, spreading my legs, needing this reassurance more than I had realised. "Because," he murmurs, his length entirely inside me now, "I can give you something that none of them can ever give you." _You have no idea,_ I think, but only bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud. "Whassat?" I whisper. "A bossier, more possessive son of a bitch than even you are." He leans over me now, sets his hands on either side of my chest, thrusts harder, hurting me a little. I whimper, arch higher, spread my knees further for leverage. "Yes," he murmurs, never losing his rhythm, "I was jealous, and I was mad. I was even tempted to take his head off right then and there. But I have a little more self-control than that, and I have the patience to make you suffer a little. Ne?" I open my eyes, look up at him. He is laughing at me, silently, sharp teeth showing beneath fine lips. "Bastard," I sob, and reach around to dig my fingers into his buttocks, pull him harder into me, prove that he isn't the least bit in control of this situation. But he refuses to move any faster; he has never liked causing me pain. He maintains his gentle rocking rhythm until he comes, and even then he only shudders, stifles a cry, pushes a little more intensely for a few thrusts, holds perfectly still for several seconds, and then relaxes, panting. I pull his body down to mine, my erection pressed hard and hot between us, and I close my eyes, shifting my hips in the same rocking movement Hiei has only just stopped. It takes less than a minute for me to come and I hook my ankles around his and crush him tightly to me, regretting for a few brief ecstatic seconds that Human ejaculation is over so swiftly. I pet his hair when my vision clears. He rests his cheek on my chest, says nothing. "Were you really?" I whisper. "Jealous?" He snorts. I laugh softly. "One of these days," I ask, "will you accost me on a dark forest pathway?" "I don't trust you in the forest," he replies, yawning. "I promise I'll let you," I tease. He snorts again, and his little pink tongue darts out to wet my nipple. I shiver. "Just don't let it happen again," he growls, reaching for the blanket, pulling it over us, closing his eyes, drowsing already. When I am sure he is asleep, I slip out of the bed and hide my torn shirt. I pull on a robe, sneak into the bath room and wash myself swiftly before returning to my room. I finish my homework in record time, accompanied by the sound of the gentle rain outside, and Hiei's soft breathing behind me. *** end ***