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With an hour and a half to go until the new year, the four left the restaurant to much more crowded streets. Sha immediately felt uncomfortable, claustrophobic. Her blood made her skin crawl under her coat. She had never done well in large crowds, and this was one time that it was made ten times worse. She already felt tense, ready to snap. The added spike from dinner didn’t help her at all.
“So, what do you want to do now?” Salem asked their small group. “We can walk around the city for a while if you like.”
Sha looked between Salem and Hyouga, seeing their hands clasped together. She focused on their faces. “I think that’s enough excitement for me right now. I’m not really big on the New Year’s celebration anyway.”
Hyouga rolled her eyes. “That’s what you said about Christmas.”
She couldn’t stop her retort. “Those two are celebrations of family, to which I have none. Besides, I didn’t want to be in a room full of newly found relationships, thanks.” She swallowed her anger, knowing it was mostly due to her bloodlust. Though they were also words she had been wanting to say all December. “I’m just going home, if that’s alright with you.”
Hyouga could not have felt guiltier if she tried. “I didn’t think you cared about that part of the tradition. It never stopped you before.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Water under the bridge.” She tilted her chin to their joined hands. “Look, I won’t intrude on your tradition making any farther. I’d rather get off the streets before it turns into January.” She looked to Salem. “Thanks again for dinner. Don’t want to seem like I’m dining and dashing.”
Salem brushed it off. “It’s the least I can do to make up for stealing your best friend so much.”
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m a grown woman. I can handle my friends getting on with their lives.”
Before she could turn away, Salem turned his attention to Hiei. “What about you? Anything in particular you want to do?”
He shook his head. “Tonight is nothing special for me. I’d rather be in the wilds than here.” He looked to Sha. “Somewhere quiet is preferable.”
Salem shrugged. “Suit yourself. You know where the house is. We’re going to hit up the bar to watch the ball drop.” They said their good nights and wished each other a happy New Year, leaving the two shorter demons in the midst of the crowded sidewalk.
Sha calmed her heart as she watched her friend turn the corner. She wasn’t quite sure what she was mad about. Or if she was just mad in general. Without a second thought he tilted her head in the opposite direction. “My apartment is this way.”
He fell in stride next to her. “If you don’t want to do this I can just leave.”
She glanced at him. “Why wouldn’t I? You can probably feel for yourself how tense I am just standing there.”
“I won’t deny that, but what has you tense doesn’t seem like it will vanish after tonight.”
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I was never good with handling change is all.”
“What really changed though? I’m still not sure what happened while I was gone.”
“That’s not something I want to delve into. Not without more wine.”
He scoffed. “Any more and you’re done for the night, I remember that much.”
“Given the arrangement, that shouldn’t matter.” A much larger and bulkier demon got in their way. Sha attempted an enunciated “excuse me”, but the demon just looked down at her and laughed and continued to talk with his friends, blocking their path.
Hiei saw a glimmer on her fingers, seeing her nails lengthen into talons. Before a riot emerged on the street, he took her hand and shook his head. “Not worth it. But this is.” He cleared his throat. Once the demon looked at him, Hiei pulled his jacket to the side, showing he had held his sword hidden all night. “I’m sure you heard her. Unless you want this to be your last night among the living, I suggest you stand aside.”
The demon sneered. “You don’t scare me, runt.” Within half a second that same sword was pressed to his nose.
“I believe I didn’t stutter.”
The demon moved aside, allowing them to pass.
Instead of impressed, Sha curled her lip. “I could’ve handled it.”
“I know you could have.” He held up the hand he still detained as they walked, talons still ready to shred. “Given your state, this would’ve ended badly if you were to use these.”
She huffed but relaxed just a bit, allowing her nails to shrink again. “I thought you were the one with bloodlust problems.”
“We both are.” He finally caught himself and let her go. “Sha, what happened while I was gone? You had just as much wild energy as the day we met, but it wasn’t unchecked like this.”
She shook her head. “Not here, alright?” She pulled a set of keys from her small purse and tilted her head to a doorway that hid a set of stairs. “Another glass and I’ll be more willing to talk.”
He followed her up the narrow staircase to the fourth floor, keeping silent as thoughts raced through his mind. Something had to of happened to make her like this. He just wasn’t sure what. Or why he cared.
“So, would fighting to protect someone at this point really be so terrible?”
Salem’s words hung in his mind as she unlocked a door on the left of the hall. It hadn’t been the first time he thought of the conversation either. When he wasn’t fighting to the death with a rogue demon in the wilds, he had a lot of time to contemplate. He had come to the conclusion that no, it wouldn’t be terrible. That when he did come to her aid that day, the adrenaline rush was greater than he had ever felt in an arena or in a random fight. The strength that came with it, the surge of power, had felt intoxicating.
“It isn’t much, but it’s mine at least,” she said as they entered the apartment. She put the keys into a bowl near the door and stepped out of her shoes, pulling off her coat in the process. “I’d say that cliché line, but you probably know it already.”
He scoffed in amusement as she went into the kitchen on their left and he closed the door behind them. “The one where I sit awkwardly on the couch, waiting for you to procure the wine? I’m vaguely familiar with it.” He took his sword from his belts, knowing he wouldn’t need it in her home.
He could hear her laugh behind the dividing wall. “You, awkward? That I’d pay to see.”
“Trust me, I’ve had my share of moments. I’m not always this slick.” He wasn’t sure where the confidence was coming from. Most likely from the alcohol at dinner. He looked around the dark apartment, lit only from the outside streetlamps and forever red sky. There was very little on the walls, as most of the spare space was taken up by bookshelves. A few pictures of her and her squad were hung in frames, each featuring a different city.
“They insist on it.” He turned to look at her holding two glasses half-full of white wine. “Every time we go somewhere new, they want a picture.” She handed him a glass and she nodded to the frames. “It’s good for memories down the line, but it is annoying at the time. Sometimes we’ll say that the mission ran over, just so we can spend another day, get ourselves a vacation away from the office.”
“What do you do there? Any time I had to visit, I only saw ogres working. And when Yusuke was detective, he was rarely there. How did you get roped into full-time employment?”
“Not being human has its perks, if you want to call it that. King Yama made ours a probationary deal, but we are getting paid for what we do. We get bounties off some of our targets, and he does pay us to digitize records as we go into the new millennia.”
He arched a brow as she took a large swig. “That will take years.”
“Good thing we’re not going to age any time soon. And with how much time I have to myself now, I’m getting a nice bonus for all the hours I’m putting in.”
There was a subtle bitterness to her tone that he faintly picked up on. “Is that what changed?”
“Somewhat.” She moved away from the pictures and sat on the couch. “Though I’m surprised Salem didn’t catch you up on it all.”
“I wasn’t back for long before he was dragging me out of that house to go to dinner.” He sat as well, finally sipping at his glass. “You can tell me what’s wrong. Not like I’ll repeat any of it.”
She gauged him and sighed. “Didn’t think you would. It’s nothing tonight won’t fix. For a while, at least.”
“Sha, a good fuck isn’t always a solution.”
“I know it’s not, but it helps.” She considered her glass before sighing again. “When we left, I thought that was it. That the mission was over and that everything would go back to normal. Like I said, I don’t do well with change. I knew Salem and Hyouga were hitting it off well, but then their dates at night became lunch dates. Our plans became canceled more and more because of him. Every weekend our squad would go out for the fun of it, see if we could get some attention, good or bad. After that mission, no one wanted to go. ‘Something else came up, sorry’ was always the answer.” She took another large swig from the wine, feeling her tongue grow looser. “So when even Kitsu started blowing me off, I got bitter and stopped trying with all of them. I tried going out once by myself, but that ended with me breaking a male’s nose so I stopped trying that as well.” She finished off her glass and got up. “Long story short, I’ve been forgotten. Or at least it feels that way. My bloodlust is so out of control that I’d much rather maim at this point. Our last mission I was reprimanded by Koenma for almost killing a target we needed alive. I left just enough blood in him to keep him talking, but that was it.”
He watched her retreat into the kitchen and heard the bottle uncork. “You’ve been left alone too long.”
“That isn’t the issue. The issue is I’m being blown off as my only friends are drifting away.”
He finished his glass and went into the kitchen as well, seeing her pour a little more than half a glass this time. “Would it have made a difference if I stayed?”
She shook her head. “Doubtful. Not since our arrangement only called for sex, not emotional baggage. Which I apologize for, now that I realize I unloaded on you when you just came here for sex.”
He took the bottle from her and poured his own glass, this too a little more than half. “If I recall correctly, we did say we’d see how it went.”
“And we both left that day not wanting more. Or so we said.” She drank again and put her glass down before stepping up to him. “So before I spill any more, can we please just ebb off a little of this?”
He reluctantly nodded. “It’s been six weeks since I’ve done anything, so it won’t be long at first.”
“Your stamina has proved that to be no issue.” She put her hands to his chest and ran them up over his neck. “Mm, still as solid as I remember.”
He couldn’t stop his grin, most likely due to the wine. “Not the only thing just as solid.” He dipped down and hefted her to his hips, feeling her instinctively wrap her legs around him, her dress at her own hips. He mentally cursed their heights, the counters a bit too high for them to use. Her lips crashed to his and all other thoughts left his mind. The only one that remained was a primal urge to claim her over and over again. To make her smell like him, to rut her into whatever surface they landed on.
He tried to remember his way to the couch but had to stop on the way as a hand found its way into his hair and pulled tightly. He growled and pushed her against the closest wall, hearing her gasp. He used the leverage to buck his hips into her. Just that alone, along with her resulting moan, made him painfully hard. His hands gripped her thighs hard as he breathed in heavily against her lips.
He managed to make it to the couch and let her fall to the cushions. As he unbuckled his belts and undid the fastenings to his pants, she pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. He didn’t wait another second, entering her with such force that they both moaned into the other’s flesh. As he predicted, he already felt close and there was nothing he could do to fight it off. Truth be told, he didn’t want to. It was all he had wanted for six weeks. It wasn’t until the last week that he realized it wasn’t just the sex he was addicted to.
It was the moans, the sighs, the screams. It was the way she writhed beneath him, or arched her back above him. It was the words of encouragement, of her telling him just what she wanted him to do while they fucked. Or of him brazenly whispering what he wanted to do to her while in the middle of a meeting with their teams, watching her grow red with not embarrassment, but with increased blood-flow. He couldn’t have done that with any other female in his life. Especially not the last.
Her legs gripped him tighter in place and her arms wrapped around his neck, hands tightly wound in his hair. Each quick thrust tore cries from her throat, bringing him ever closer to that edge. He felt her quiver and tighten around him, making him groan against her skin. His scalp tingled and his legs threatened to shake.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.”
He was surprised with how much he had actually missed the endearment. Of the rush it sent up his spine. He hummed in amusement, feeling more empowered. “Is my dragon about to cum?”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes!”
He felt her hips meet his rapid pace, ripping a moan from his lips. “Fucking cum on me. Let me feel you come undone.”
She tensed below him, all her muscles contracting as a scream forced its way from her throat. He refused to let up, heightening her orgasm.
He sank his teeth into her neck, growling against her flesh as he felt himself meet her in bliss. He slammed against her full flush, spilling inside her. His mind went white for a moment, and his hips thrust forward a few more times as he emptied himself between her folds. They both panted, finding breathing a bit difficult to remember. He met her hazy grin. “Better?”
“A bit, yes.” She grabbed his jacket and pulled him into a kiss he found he missed. “Don’t think you’re off the hook tonight though.”
“Oh I’m far from through with you. I just need a few minutes.” He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to kiss her again. “Remind me to never wait six weeks again,” he said against her lips.
“You don’t have to leave again.” She caught herself, but steeled through the rest. “Not if you don’t want to.”
“Where else could I go? I don’t belong in cities.”
“I didn’t think I did at first either. I was so used to living on the run in the wilds, sharpening my skills on dimwitted demons and going for days without properly resting.” She brushed a few stray strands of hair from his face, careful of his hidden third eye. “Though to be fair, I’m saving to get out of the city myself.”
“And go where?”
“The outskirts. On the boarder. Not as remote as the setup Salem has, but still away from all the demons taking refuge here.” She shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m trying to convince you to stay longer.” She tried pulling her hand away, but he caught it.
“I think we have to talk before we do anything else. I don’t want you to end up hurt from this.” He gave a small smile. “That’s the last thing I want.”
Her heart raced. Did he want to end it all because of what she stupidly said while mildly intoxicated?
“If this did become something more than sex, where do you see it going?”
She found she had no answer for him. She hadn’t thought much into it. She had written him off when a miniscule hope of him returning was dashed. “I… don’t know. To be honest, I didn’t think this would ever be a possibility again.”
“Neither did I. I thought you would have moved on, that this wouldn’t happen again.” He leaned back, pulling her with him so he could remain inside her. “That being said, if we tried to make it more…” He looked away. “Six weeks alone is a long time to think and reflect.” He gave a harsh scoff. “Especially when one of your only friends implants ideas in your head before you leave.”
She met his scoff. “I’m fully aware. Hyouga tried doing the same thing at first, but after that, she was more absorbed in her new life.” She gently made him look at her again. “What did they say to you?”
“Salem. He said there’s more power to be gained from protecting someone. I had seen that notion in play a few times, but never thought it possible. Not until that last fight.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Not every opponent I meet is that strong, just so you know.”
“Never said you didn’t beat quite a bit of fight out of him before I got there. He did look fairly damaged, just determined. I’m also not saying you need my protection, far from it.” He shook his head. “When you used the last of your energy to strengthen the dragon, it showed a determination I’ve never seen before. You were willing to fight until you died, a trait not many have in this age of domestication.”
She let him continue, knowing he rarely spoke this much to anyone else. The alcohol was probably aiding that.
“What I mean overall is… if we tried to make this more than physical, which it already feels like it is, to be fair, would it be something that would last? Or would it be something that ends terribly for one if not both of us?”
Her heart clenched as she realized why he was so hesitant. He hadn’t shown it to anyone else, but he had been damaged from his last relationship. He wanted to try again, but wasn’t sure if the outcome would be worth it. She kissed him first, letting it linger. She knew what he felt. After her mate had been killed, she had not been willing to open herself to another man like she had out of fear he would be stolen away again. When she did pull away again, she gave him a soft smile. “It’d be a shame to not at least try.” She laughed a bit. “What, does this make you my boyfriend or something?”
He mirrored her laugh. “Let’s work our way up to that point. And speaking of working up…”
She purred. “Good. Your dragon still has quite a bit of bloodlust to work off. Hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight.”
“Should say the same to you.”
Outside her window, fireworks began to go off, drowning out a sudden cheer of the demons still crowding the streets below. “Well then, let’s welcome the New Year properly.”
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