TRUST

a tandem fic by Rose Argent and Cricket

CHAPTER 2

by Cricket

   Blackness.
   A devouring blackness.
   Beyond the void that filled all existence before him... that filled his
mind... that filled what little emotion he had, Hiei could feel a faint
breeze rolling in on him.  It was cold, like an early morning whisp,
flowing first over his face before trickling down to the rest of his
body.  
   The blackness churned as he began to force open a heavy eyelid,
the blackness suddenly being streaked by  a single, brilliant thread of
white light, bursting into his view.  Slowly, the thread grew fatter
and blinked at him as he himself blinked the sleepyness from his
logged eyes, begining to open them to the world beyond.
   Hiei laid on something cool and soft ...possibly a bed ... but that
was the least of his curiosities and concerns at the moment. 
Moreover, there was an object directly above him mounted on a
plain-white shelf on a plain-white wall.  It was a stone creature,
snarling down on him with a wicked but comical distorted face. 
Like one of those statues on the edifices of the old buildings back in
the Ningenkai.  What were they called...?
   "It's a gargoyle," a sudden soft, unmistakably male voice floated
in, errupting Hiei from his stares.
   The little fire youkai sat immediately up on his hands ... the youkai 
he had seen earlier sat indian style at the foot of the bed, smiling at
him subtle curiousity ... Before anything else occupied Hiei's mind,
he checked over himself ... he was not harmed, mabey a little dizzy
at most.  He moved his hand the swift katana ... but it wasn't there.  
   And then ... he noticed his you-ki levels were extreamly low,
nearly one quarter of what they used to be ... and Hiei noticed the
faint, yellow swirl of a ki ward swirling around his wrist.  He paused
in mid thought and looked the ward over...
   "I'm glad you're awake," the hasomely cool voice floated in.
    Hiei diverted all attention back to the yokai sitting crossed legged
on the bed with him, leaning on his hands, elbows on his knees. 
Even sitting, the yokai was a bit taller than he ... irridescent blue hair
waving down just above his shoulders.  Hiei looked quickly around
the yokai at the room... it was plain white and very small, the bed
they were sitting on taking up all space except a metre at the foot of
the bed where a plain, wood door stood open.
   The cold, red eyes looked back to the yokai, catching shining,
coal-black eyes.  "Who are you?" he asked, his voice low and bold.
   The yokai smiled and closed his eyes for a moment, his handsome
face taking on a beautiful hint of angelic care.  "Watashi no Migami
desu," he bowed his head slightly, smiling back at Hiei.  
   "Migami?"  Hiei cocked his head to the side like a small dog at a
strange noice, narrowing his eyes.  "Why did you bring me here?"
   Migami smiled again, the perfect lines of his face all turning up. 
"Companionship ... it gets very lonely in the Makai when you have
no one to talk to.  You should know better than anyone."
   "What's that supposed to mean?" Hiei grumbled lowly, pushing
himself up on his rear and scooting past the new yokai, shoving
himself off the end of the bed.  
   "It's as simple as that!" Migami laughed, hopping gracefully off the
bed, following the shorter yokai through the door.
   The hall beyond was long and narrow, plain in appearence, marked
only by regularly spaced doors ... some kind of apartment complex? 
In the Makai?
   Hiei stormed down the long hall, Migami following closely behind,
hands neatly drapped behind his back and a playful smile adorning
his face.  "Where are you going, friend?"
    "Back to the Ningenkai ..." he stopped suddenly and turned
around.  "You don't want 'companionship'!" he shouted, shaking the
warded wrist at him.  
   Migami shrugged slightly looking past Hiei down the hall. 
"Believe what you want, friend." He reached forward and took Hiei
by the shoulders, leaning in immediately to firmly press his lips to
Hiei's.  His grip was like stone as he drew Hiei in and forced his
tonge into the fire demon's mouth...
    ...and Hiei bit back ...
   Migami withdrew his tongue qucikly with a startled yelp ... and
jerked quickly.  A sudden burst of you-ki flowed from the tall, blue-
haired yoaki ... Migami tensed, raising his knee swiftly, pulling Hiei
down into the blow ...
   Hiei felt a sharp pain shoot suddenly to his stomach, hearing a rib
crack under the pressure, doubling him over onto Migami with a
stiffled, pained moan.
   A firm hand grabbed his chin and jerked his face up... Migami
snarled down on him, the black eyes burning with a fire deeper than
Hiei's own eyes could muster.  "You WILL behave, little one,"
Migami spat, baring razor-sharp fangs at him.  "You WILL respect
me ... or suffer the consequences.  Do you hear me?"
   Hiei coughed slightly, bringing a hand up to his stomach, feeling
the burning pain from the muscles in his abdomen and the cracked
rib.  It hurt to breath ... hurt to even move ..
   "Do you HERE me?!!" Migami screamed at him, shaking Hiei
violently back and forth.  Hiei's little head flopped back and forth
before he found the strength to tighten the muscles in his neck to
correct.  His ribs shifted under the violence, causing him to wince
slightly, biting the side of his mouth to hold back his pain.
   The shaking stopped, Hiei could feel the yokai's hot breath
breathing down on him, and he raised his head, burning the blood
red eyes into the deep blackness they found in Migami's heated stare. 
The corners of Hiei's mouth turned up slightly, revieling his own
fangs ... and he smiled slightly.  "Go to hell."
    All shit broke loose ...

    Kurama collapsed against the tree trunk, slipping immediately
down to the ground, his face burried in his hands ... tears streamed
in great rivers from between his fingers, his entire body convulsing,
folding in on itself as he wept loudly, not caring who heard.
   His mind screamed, his body ached ... his human heart was
breaking into more than a million pieces ... " ... why ... " he choked,
bringing his hands away from his face.  He stared the deep green
eyes into the palms of his hands, watching the wet tears roll off then
to splater onto his deep blue pants.  
   He clenched both hands into fists, forcing them closed ... his arms
shook under the force ...
   An arm wrapped itself calmly around his shoulders ... Yusuke's
perfect eyes rolled into view, worried, fluttering between deep green
and brown.  They stared back at Kurama for a moment, searching
over his face.  Yusuke raised a finger and wiped an escaping tear
from Kurama's reddened cheeks.  "What's wrong?" he whispered.
   Kurama held his breath and closed his eyes ... feeling more tears
rush to escape his clouded eyes.  He felt Yusuke's hand gently drying
his stinging cheeks, brushing back the matted strands of red hair
from his face.
   "Kurama ... it's Hiei, isn't it?"
   Kurama's shoulders jerked in and he hunched over, choking back
sob after sob.  He leaned forward into Yusuke's arms, feeling him
wrap the arms around his shoulders and draw him in tightly.

    Hiei was tossed easily back into the tiny room, smashing into the
oak headboard on the bed, sending several differnt waves of pain
through his back and chest.  He forced his jaw shut, his right arm
suddenly going numb, encouraging the pain in his chest to quiet
itself.  A small trickle of blood flowed from a gash in his forhead,
swirving it's way down the side of his cheek and down to his chin.
   He raised a hand slowly to his chin, wiping the blood slowly,
trying to raise himself to his feet.  What little ki he still possessed
went immediately to work on his numb arm, sending painful tingles
into his shoulder.
   Migami perched carefully at the foot of the bed, standing tall and
commanding, holding something just out of sight tighly in his hand. 
He watched with narrowed eyes as Hiei stood slowly to his feet ... if
the little yokai was in pain, he hid it rather well.  "Now, I suggest
you cooperate.  I'm not a soul to be triffled with!"  Migami crossed
his arms across his chest and stepped forward on the bed.  
   "Cooperate?  HA!"  Hiei narrowed his eyes, wrinking his forhead,
feeling his hidden Jagan shifting under the bandana.  "If you think for
just a moment, you'll realise just how useless it's gonna be to try to
get the better of me."
   "I consider that a challange then."  Migami smiled keenly, slowly
blinking the coal-black eyes.  Something sparked in those eyes, a
deep evil that Hiei had seen before in all those challengers at the
Ankoku arena.
   Hiei tensed slightly, setting his feet firmly in between the cusions
of the bed.  
   Migami lept ... a fraction of a second later, Hiei easily sidestepped,
his right arm still hanging useless ...
   He propped himself in a corner of the bed ... eyes nervously
scanning the bed.  Migami was gone!!
   Hiei crouched low, leaning forward on his good hand, scanning the
room before him ... the yokai was simply gone!
   Migami, however was far from gone ... sitting keenly on the shelf
above Hiei's vision, the stone gargoyle in hand, smiling evily.  With
the silence of a soft wind, Migami held the gargoyle out over Hiei's
head below ... and let it fall.

    Yusuke rocked Kurama back and forth, kringing as his friend fell
to pieces in his arms.  His own heart was slowly becoming pained
with the passing minutes as he tried to lend what comfort he could. 
He could feel the unmistakable residue of you-ki in the area ... both
Hiei's and another Sclass, mingling in the air just beyond the tree. 
He could guess what Kurama had stumbled upon.
    "Kurama ... " he said quietly.  "You need to get a hold of
yourself!"
  Kurama's sobbs ebbed as he burried his head in Yusuke's shoulder,
drying his eyes.  "But ..."
   "Oh come on," he said gently.  "I'm sure it's not what you
thought."  

    The stone gargoly smashed into pieces on Hiei's little head,
knocking his vision into a speckled haze, launching his body back
down to the bed.  He cried out in pain, rolling onto his back as
Migami came down on hop of him, snarling, lashing out.  He worked
quickly and easily, shredding Hiei's tank top and trousers to long,
thin black strips.
   Hiei's head throbed and he moaned quietly under the new bruises
and gashes as Migami hovered over him, glaring back with deadly
malice.  "I warned you to behave," he growled, resting his fully nude
body atop Hiei's.  "Now look what you've made me do."
   Hiei snickered, contorting the features of his face into a fanged
smile. "Sick bastard ..." he fluttered his eyes open and forced some
semblance to his face.
   Migami reached back and pulled Hiei's knees up one at a time,
nearly to his chest, watching with an entertained grin as the little
yokai winced firecly under the pain in his chest.
   Migami propped himself on his knees, sliding down to lean
between Hiei's legs. "So .. for disobeying me, little one ... I think you
need to be punished, don't you?"  He laughed slightly, brushing the
end of his erect sex over Hiei's opening.  "I asked you a question ..."
he tensed and shoved forward, forcing himself into Hiei.
   The little yokai hissed violently, bitting back a scream as he felt his
body being harshly violated.  Migami thrust deeper and deeper,
harder and harder everytime, piercing into Hiei's small opening.  Pain
came in sudden waves, overwhelming his already bruised body.  Air
came to him in pained gasps, Hiei's voice whining under the strain on
his chest.
   Migami's thrusts lightened considerably, becoming soft and gentle,
rubbing over and over again on the now tender and entirely sensative
walls of his cavern.
   Uncontrollably, Hiei moaned, feeling the yokai;s hot breaths
burning down his neck an shoulders.  He shuttered heavily, listening
to Migami's raspy gasps, growing more fierce and labored as he
slowly began to climax.
   Hiei gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the overwhelming pleasure
that was quickly replacing the pain in his body.  He hissed again,
arching his back into the thrusts as they began to increase again, 
Migami's raspy breath turned into deep moans as he thrust.
    Hiei tried to let him mind wander ... he reached up and pulled the
bandana off his forhead, closing his 'seeing eyes', opeining the Jagan
in a brilliance of purple light.  HE watched the pictures flow to him
... watching Migami moving rythmicallyover him ... flying out into
the long narrow hallway ... bursting out to flow through whatever
laid beyond to begin its trek back to the Ningenkai ...
   Migami groaned loudly on him, not notiing his captive was totally
unresponsive, reaching to his climax quickly, his seed spilling out to
overwhelm Hiei.  The little yokai barely flinched, turning his head to
the side, hiding his forhead in the pile of pillows beside him.
   Migami gasped violently, letting out a long, passioned moan,
thrusting shortly before collapsing down on Hiei, exhausted.
   Hiei winced violently, feeling his broken rib bend and snap in yet
another place as the weight came down suddenly on him.
   Migami laid panting roughly on Hiei's chest, desperately trying to
catch his breath.  He looked up to the small yokai who appeared to
be trying to fall asleep ... or his wounds had just taken him over. 
Migami smiled and pulled himself up on Hiei, steadying his breaths
   He cupped his mouth over Hiei's bleeding ear,hearing the yokai
gasped quietly, wiggling as he began to lick and suck the blood and
sweat from off it.  He ran a hand in a soft circles over Hiei's chest,
each circle moving further and further down the beaten skin until his
fingers began to run across Hiei's course, curled  hair.
   With a strong, gentle hand, he took Hiei's semi-erect sex in his
grip, leaning his body down fully ... but Hiei only sqirmed slightly,
taking in a shrill hiss of air, burrying his head further into the pillows. 
Slowly, Migami began to coax the harness back into Hiei, moving
his hand up and down Hiei's length, continuing to nibble and bite at
the little, hot neck.
   Hiei concentrated with every ounce of strenght he could muster,
watching the visions the Jagan shot back at him until a burst of green
and blue filled his mind ... the Ningenkai.
   Involuntarily, his hips began to thrust as the Jagan flew quickly
through the buildings and crowds of people in Tokyo, quickly
reaching the Shinjuku park, serching out 'their grove' ... nestled out
of the way beyond in the thick brumble of trees ... Suddenly
Kurama's aura burst into view, smuthered in Yusuke's comanding A-
Class aura ... the Jagan took off, slamming right into Kurama's head,
infultrating his mind ...

    Suddenly ... violently, with a great yell in both pleasure and pain,
Kurama flug his head back from Yusuke's shoulder as sudden waves
of pain and pleasure flooded through his mind.  Yusuke jerked back
as Kurama flung himself back on his hands, crying out suddenly,
digging his hands into the ground.
   "Good God, Kurama!!  What the hell's wrong??"
   Kurama rolled over onto all fours and panted violently, his entire
body encased in pain ... his soul arrousing suddenly, feeling his
hardened length began to press against his pants, demanding to be
let out ...
   Yusuke reached forward and grabbed Kurama by the shoulders
and hauled him back.  "Kurama!!"
   Kurama grabbed Yusuke back, pileing him backwards, shoving
him roughly back into the ground.  He growled firecely down at him,
panting and gasping heavily, feeling an unseen pressure all over his
body ... as if someone was laying on top of him.  Something nipped
at his neck, drawing the skin into soft, red circles as the unseen
pleasure moved along.  He cocked his head and tried to streatch the
feeling out ...
   "Get the hell off me!  What's wrong with you!" Yusuke yelled,
grabbing Kurama by the shoulders and trying to force his body
weight back.
   "Yusuke ... " Kurama huffed violently, kringing.  Something was
gently rubbing him to climax, feeling the pulling coaxing the pleasure
into the pain that coursed through his body.  He groaned loudly, his
arms trembling under his weight as he hovered over Yusuke.  "God
no ... no ..." he panted, begining to gasp in raspy, labored moans.
   Yusuke stared back up at the man, a more or less disgusted look
crossing his face, watching Kurama moan and gasp as he hovered
over him. "Kurama ..."
    "Get the hell out of here ..." Kurama gasped.  "Go!  NOW!"
   Yusuke rolled easily to the side, sending Kurama tumbling down
to the ground in a great heep, rolling over onto his back, burrying
his hands in the red hair streaming into his face.  Yusuke sat up,
watching Kurama flail, screaming and cursing quietly to himself,
seeming to carry on a conversation with the air around him.  Slowly,
Yusuke hoisted himself to his feet, watching Kurama toss his head
back suddenly ....
    "HHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(c)August 1997 by Jiminy Cricket Presses