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One Body, Two Minds	By : Ametank Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 6524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.A/N: Between work and being gone almost every weekend for the past month�this chapter is long overdue.

.Chapter 8: The Wet Dream

'Kurama�what's wrong?' you ask. If you didn't know better you'd think he was about to ravish you senseless. Aside from that being physically impossible, it's completely unlike him.

'I dislike talking like this. Let's speak face-to-face.'

'That doesn't make any sense,' you tell him, but he doesn't respond. He steps out of the shower and wraps the towel around himself, pressing the taut length of his arousal against his stomach.

He moves through this house like he knows it well, returning to the room without meeting anyone. Your thoughts seem to tumble, Kurama's got you so confused, and you can't get his words to leave you�let's go to bed�he sure didn't sound like he meant for rest and recovery.

But what else could he mean? Even if he meant it the way it sounded, like something sexual, you�re both in the same body. There�s simply no way. Actually there is one way, one strange�and decidedly uncomfortable to your delicate sensibilities�way. But he couldn�t mean that, even if he was acting rather strangely.

You fidget at his continued silence as he locks the door, and slides beneath the sheets of the bed. His towel he discarded by the bed so that the chill air tickled his still damp flesh. There�s something obscene in the cool smoothness of the fabric as it caresses along the planes of his body. His breathing slows as he shuts his eyes, and almost suddenly his body drops into the familiar pattern of sleep, and you�re left in the darkness.

�Relax,� he purrs.

�Easy for you to say,� you grumble, �What�s the matter with you?�

�Actually, I�m feeling particularly well now. But before we continue, let�s change the setting a bit.�

The darkness around you seems to whirl away on a blur of color so fast you throw your arms up to protect against it. Arms? For a moment you discount it as your imagination, but that idea dissolves as you quickly realize�you do have arms! Though how you came by them, and when is beyond you. They certainly aren�t Kurama�s strong male arms.

You lower them slowly, still in disbelief, and something catches your eye. A faint but familiar scar on your left forearm. The ravages of a dog bite from when you were thirteen and walking your brother home from school. A stray dog attacked, and you�d done the bravest thing you could remember to-date. You jumped in front of your brother, as it pounced. The creature worried your arm until a neighbor came out and wrestled it off you.

A sense of desperation fills you. Your little brother is still out there somewhere, and the dogs are chasing him. You should be doing something to help him! You have to protect him.

Then, in front of your eyes the scar melts away, and the skin of your arm is smooth and unblemished. Your head snaps up, and for the first time you notice the scenery that surrounds you. The sky is a picturesque blue, and the grass feels cool and soft to your bare feet. It stretches everywhere the eye can see, like a sea of emerald to collide with the sky.

"Do not let the worries of the world overcome you here, little crow."

You spin on your heels to see the figure of a tall man with hair like frosted silver and cunning gold eyes. He smiles at you, and a set of high, pointed fox ears arc curiously towards you. Something twitches behind him a moment before a full silver fox-tail swishes into sight.

"Who are you?" you gasp. Could it be that you are not the only interloper on Kurama�s body? This stranger sounds so much like him, and yet there is a deeper lilt to his voice that is almost a growl. And while Kurama is young, probably around the same age as you, this is no youth standing in front of you. Judging by the looks of him, he�s got to be in his mid-twenties, the prime of his life.

"Don�t be alarmed, __________(y/n)," he purrs. "I�m still the same as I�ve always been. This is merely the form of my demon body. The one you are most accustomed to is my human form."

"Oh," you grunt lamely. It�s true he�d told you he wasn�t a demon the same way that dark little Hiei is a demon, but you hadn�t known how to take that at the time. This must have something to do with that.

He chuckles softly at you, and strides closer. "Would you like to know a secret, little crow?"

"Hunh?"

"I�ve been a bit unlike myself lately. My apologies. I left you in the dark when I should have told you about this," he motioned as if to encompass everything around him.

Your face draws up into a frown. "You mean you've known how to do this the entire time?"

His face tumbles into regret, which pulls at something inside of you and you wish you hadn't put that look there, while secretly relishing it as well. Even regret looks good on this Kurama. "Let's not dwell on those things which we cannot alter."

But you're not so easily distracted. "All that time I was stuck in this awful darkness unless you let me out! I think this deserves a little dwelling on."

Kurama sighs. "Perhaps you are right. I should give you more liberties within my body."

You bite your lip and, properly abashed, lower your head. "Sorry," you say. "I don't have any right to demand anything from you."

You didn't even realize how familiar Kurama's body was until this moment. And after he's been so patient with you, accepting your intrusion with more grace than you would have managed in his position, and certainly you've been a bother to him�not that he'll say so.

Then to your surprise his arms suddenly enfold you. The pleasure from being able to feel anything at all is almost enough to make your knees buckle, but what really does it is the scent of him. Like freshly turned earth and musk, it�s a very masculine scent. It acts like a sort of trigger for that very female part of yourself that just wants to curl up against his warmth forever.

"I didn�t mean to make you feel worse, little crow," he purrs.

Blushing furiously you sputter, "B-but, it�s�um�er�it�s my fault..right?" With him pressing your first semi-corporeal body against his it�s getting harder to think.

"You didn�t ask for any of this. And you�ve been through so much." His fingers slowly alternate between massaging your scalp and pulling lazily through your hair. The sensations are almost overwhelming, since this has been the closest you�ve been to feeling yourself since you died.

Despite the rise in heat and color it brings to your cheeks you allow yourself to snuggle a bit closer. With ears and a tail such as he has, you can almost imagine him being a plush toy, super-sized for your comfort. He continues to ramble off soothing things, but its really just the sound of his voice, the deep cadence that has every inch of this metaphysical body lulling into easy relaxation.

You don�t even really care what�s making him suddenly so affectionate, though your instincts are screaming warnings at you. This is too sweet, too affectionate, too�something to be right. But it�s what you need in this moment, someone to hold you while you mourn all that you�ve lost and try not to think on what you might still lose. Call it a distraction, but one that you would hate to lose. There�s too much weighty emotion waiting when it ends.

"Did you hear me little crow?" Kurama asks, chuckling as you take a step back and shake your head. You�d been too busy enjoying his comfort to even think.

"Sorry," you mutter, embarrassed to have been caught to lost in the moment. Here Kurama is, trying to be nice to you, and you�re ignoring him a bit selfishly.

"It�s alright," he replies. "I only wanted to know if you would like to sit. Technically in this dreamscape we cannot literally feel weariness, but it would be perhaps a bit more comfortable none-the-less."

"Yeah, okay," you reply, grudgingly flopping to the ground as his arms slide away from you. It�s like stepping outside into a sudden chill, the loss of his arms, but you make no mention of this aloud.

Seeming to notice your change in mood Kurama asks, "Is this not more to your liking, little crow?"

Startled by his observation you for your brow to cease its unhappy pinching together and sigh. "No, this is better." You turn to look at him. His face is serene and utterly unaffected it seems by the moment of closeness you felt a moment ago. You have to ask yourself if it was really just the feel of arms around you that was the comfort, or whether it was Kurama himself who makes you feel at ease. Even being this close to him in such a way has a way of easing the burden on your soul.

You want to ask him if he felt anything when he embraced you, or perhaps what he was thinking as he did so, but those aren�t the words that form as you speak. Instead you ask, "Why do you call me �little crow�?"

His silver eyebrows raise as his eyes fill with a curious mix of amusement and mischief. Without missing a beat, however, be explains, "It�s a rarely known fact that the crow has a most beautiful singing voice." You scrunch up your nose in disbelief. "No, truly!" Kurama protests. "However they only sing when seeking out a mate. I think, _________(your name) that you have a very beautiful voice." He reaches across your body to cup the opposite cheek in his hands. "I fear falling into a cliché if I explain further."

Your mouth is suddenly dry. The feel of his hand on your cheek is making your pulse leap erratically. You remember the shower, his strange behavior, that embrace, and something low within you stirs to life as you shiver under his touch.

"Kurama," you sigh.

He leans in close and your eyes flutter shut of their own accord. "Can you sing for me, little crow?"

You nod your head as his voice tickles warm breath along your lips. Strangely though, you feel as if you can sense a grin curl on his face an instant before the kiss, but the knowledge is washed away under the feeling of his body as it slides over you, lowering you gently to the ground, held tenderly in his arms.

The grass is soft as a down mattress underneath you it seems, and his fingers search the secret places of your body, where even your own had never lingered. Even through the fabric of your dreamscape clothing his touches draw small noises from your throat.

His lips leave yours to a protesting noise, scouring a path down your neck where he uses lips and teeth to devour every available inch of skin. His hands find the edges of your shirt and dive beneath, sliding across your bare skin, which flames up under his touch, like tender to a tiny flame, flinging it out to burn the length of you.

Your mouth falls open and your moan as his fingers find the sensitive buds of your nipples and squeeze while his mouth clamps down lightly over your pulse. You head spins, and you grope blindly for something to steady you. What your fingers find are Kurama�s bare shoulders. You don�t know how or when he lost his clothing but as you open your eyes you look down the sleek bareness of his back, and fill instantly with appreciation for the fox demon�s physique.

His face raises from your neck, giving you a sly smile. "This is very similar to a dream, little crow. Your will can guide certain aspects of it."

Frowning a little you wonder what he�s getting at, putting the question in your eyes. He tugs lightly at your shirt, and realization snaps like a rubber band inside your brain. You blush furiously, never mind that you�re already in a compromising position.

Something in his face, the tight set of his lips, the slight crinkle around his eyes, is like a dare. Try it�his look says�you might like it. Feeling more than a little uneasy, Lucid Dreaming was never your forte, you try to will your clothes away. In the end all you can manage is to get down to your underwear. And improvement, but not perfect.

As you watch Kurama�s face light with approval, something low in your belly turns and sizzles outward. At the same time, you wonder what in the hell you�re doing. This is Kurama, and the two of you are about to�and you�re still a�and he�s not acting like himself at all! You start to tell him to wait, rational thought is coming back to you and you�re pretty sure this isn�t a very good idea. But then his lips press the spot just below your navel, and his tongue darts out quickly, drawing a wet line down to the edge of your panties, and even gibberish is beyond you.

Kurama smiles up the length of you with a look on his face that is utterly male. You shiver as that last piece of cloth is slid down your legs and discarded. You wonder if this is how every woman has felt their first time, afraid and on fire. Kurama�s body rises up to cover yours, and one knee slips between your legs to press against the sensitive dampness at the juncture of your legs.

Your arms slide around his torso, holding him to you, afraid to let go. Can this be what you want?

"Tell me if you�re uncomfortable," Kurama drawls smoothly, "And I�ll stop."

You eyes go wide and your heart slams ruthlessly into your metaphysical chest. Without a word you open yourself to him, wrapping his waist in your legs and nudging him downward. You feel elated at his concern, and suddenly this unknown you are about to explore doesn�t feel so terrifying.

Later you would remember that first stinging pain, the strangely satisfied look in his eyes after just that first thrust, and the strange way his voice lilted as he called you his little crow. Later you would be angry, but for right now you fall into the glide of your bodies, each second washing away the next as you race towards that building pressure low in your groin.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your breath falls into short gasps, the world narrows down to his golden eyes and a curtain of silver hair, and his name echoes from your lips through the dreamscape. And the warmth that bursts over your skin, the strangely full sensation that follows, makes you feel perfectly at peace for the first time� ever.

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.A/N: Not only was this the biggest pain in the butt chapter to finish, but there you have it. I know those of you who�ve read my other stuff are more accustomed to the less flowery-more descriptive lemons. It only gets better from here on�I promise. ~_^

~Next time on OBTM: The gang is on the move, they�ve got a fresh tip on the two tiny demons�but can they get there in time to stop a human sacrifice?
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