Ikigai (Hiei x OC)

*THE DREAM*

Airi heard the click of the lock on her door, and he was there, still in his torn clothes from the fight.

"You're not leaving."

A shiver ran down her spine. Apparently, the heat of battle and the valiancy of the win had not worn off yet. She liked him this way. He came to her, placing his hands on the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him. Emboldened by the way he looked at her, she grabbed the holes in his shirt and pulled, tearing it in half. Licking his chest, she savored the taste of his hard-earned sweat. The idea that he would rather die than be bested in a fight stirred something within her, something dangerous.

His hands cupped her face, and he kissed her the same way he had in that locker room: as if he'd die if he could not have her.

Reaching down between her legs, he slipped in two fingers, his thumb massaging her where she was most sensitive. His tongue reached towards the back of her throat, then turned up graze the ridges on the roof of her mouth. So full of him, her senses on overload, she dug her nails into his neck and his fingers curled inside her. Tilting her hips into his wet hand, desperate for more, he went harder for a heart-pounding second, then stopped. A frustrated groan escaped her. He did not intend to make it so easy.

He flipped her around, her back against his front, and she could feel him throbbing. His hands ran down the full length of her, taking her skirt and her thong to the floor. Rising back up, dragging his hands along with him, he lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head, wrapping her hair around his hand and giving it a firm tug, bringing her neck to his lips.

Turning to face him, she removed the bra herself, wanting to see the look in his eyes. Desire burned in them, red like fire. His hand clenched her throat, forcing her head back, as his tongue swept across her chest, purposefully avoiding the places she wanted it most. Grabbing him through his pants, she rubbed him, the fullness in her hand making her weak. It would be torture for him, too.

Staring unabashedly as the last of his clothes fell to the floor, she moaned at the sight of him. He was perfect, and strong, and he wanted her desperately. Appreciating that feeling, she dropped to her knees, ideas on how to make him beg for her flooding through her mind. She touched her tongue to the tip and twirled it gently, her fingers running across the rest of him as she did.

Teasing him mercilessly, she never allowed more than an inch or two into her mouth. He twitched in her hand, but he refused to ask for more. It was a game of wills. As she finally gave in, his fingers applied pressure under her chin, drawing her back up to him. Confusion lasted mere seconds – unaware of how she'd gotten there, she was upside down, and his mouth was between her legs.

She gasped in surprise and ecstasy, and she continued to work on him, impassioned by what he was doing to her. He went slow; she went fast. He pushed himself deeper, and she got full body chills, thinking of the way he'd take her. Seeing this as a sign they'd gone one step too far, he tossed her on the bed.

"On your stomach," he demanded.

She did as he asked, one leg up by her side. He was on top of her, kissing her shoulder as he guided himself into her. His hips moved slowly, making sure that every inch was buried before pulling back out. The tension, the desire for more, blurred her reality. How he had so much control was beyond her. His breath, hot and heavy on the back of her neck, made her whine.

"Hiei," she begged, and he responded.

With his knee, he rolled her onto her back, and in one smooth motion was back inside of her, one of her legs thrown over his shoulder. His thrusts were growing more powerful, and after what she'd seen him do in the ring earlier, the magnitude of his strength, excitement pulsed through her. He could crush her, but he held back, giving her only what she needed.