Category: Anime, Yu Yu Hakusho, Yaoi, TWT (timeline-what-timeline)
Warnings: violence, angst, rape, reference to shonen ai
Pairings: Biula x Hiei, will be Kurama x Hiei
The black fire split down the middle, ripped apart so that the tear raced along the length of the dragon and straight to him. Hiei's teeth clenched at the familiar
pain that washed through him, as if the kokoryuuha really were an extension of himself.
He'd felt this before, only this time his opponent didn't care if he died from the distruction of his attack. Unlike Mukuro, Biula didn't have that intrusive interest
in his survival.
Cold blue eyes flashed at him from across the way, glinting in the dark aftermath. The hulking demon straightened, rising up from that tight crouch he'd used
when the dragon met him. His hands were a faintly darker green shade, the only evidence that he'd just caught and torn black flame. And his gaping jaws
parted to emit a loud, toothy guffaw.
Frustrated fury sparked at that laughter, the one sound guaranteed to strike at Hiei's pride in a way no injury or defeat could. Being beaten was one thing. He
couldn't stand being mocked. It was a painful reminder of his situation that he couldn't do anything but glare in response to the taunting sound.
The glare was firm on his face when Hiei climbed to his feet. His knees wavered for a brief moment, reminding him that he had no reserve energy to continue
fighting with. Then he settled his muscles in a somewhat steady crouch and turned his hateful gaze on his enemy.
"You fool," Biula drawled.
He had one of those deep and mottled voices that came when a demon had more teeth than his tongue could speak around. And his grin bared those
numerous fangs as he stared down at Hiei with bright, glowing blue eyes.
"I'm stronger than Mukuro," he continued, his tone almost conversational. "That simple attack is useless against me, far too predictable."
Hiei's head jerked up, his wide eyes spotting the beginning of the demon's movement and nothing more. He couldn't follow the speed.
Biula's fist cracked against his chest and he went skidding back, only his natural grace keeping him on his feet. A small dark spot broke out on his skin, a
trickle of blood that eased down to his waistband.
A tight smirk spread over jagged teeth, Biula's eyes locked on the movement of that tantalizing blood. "How many ribs did I break?"
Hiei's glare darkened to slitted red eyes, and Biula threw his arms out, his claws spread as he let out another of those laughs. He could see the way they
affected the little demon. One laugh got him more of a response than any of his attacks had.
"It's useless!" he laughed.
Blood was coating Hiei's tongue, thick and coppery and faintly alarming. But he was more concerned with the sharp pain that accompanied each breath he
took. If the damage was complicated, he wouldn't be able to breathe enough to fight, let alone to win.
His jagan lit with what remained of his energy, a dark flaming heat that he focused on to the exclusion of his injuries. The black power, flame and youki thriving
off one another, lit up around him in vicious waves. And he fed them with his determination. Now was not the time to feel pain, not when the demon was
enjoying the fight so very much.
He took a shallow breath. Then he launched himself forward, his eyes narrowing when Biula matched his speed with seeming ease.
Biula's hand shot out to catch one small, burning fist. He held Hiei's right arm and buried his own fist into the smaller demon's stomach. Those angry red eyes
widened abruptly, one fleeting glimpse of painful surprise. Then they closed tight in a twisted grimace.
He was holding Hiei a few feet off the ground, faintly disappointed that the demon wasn't struggling at all. His words came out in a quiet murmur. "You're
wasting your time, you know."
His claws dug into thick black hair and he twisted Hiei's arm, pulling it away and back. A sharp crack sounded as the bone snapped, and Hiei gave a mangled
cry that managed to filter past those clenched teeth. Biula's smile faded into a different sort of gleam as he pulled the little demon closer.
"You see?" he whispered. "I get what I want, and not you or anyone can stop me."
The young upstart had the nerve to glare at him, but Biula ignored it. His eyes had fallen to the bright glint of bone showing through Hiei's arm. His claws
tightened over that slight wrist and he pulled it close, his tongue swiping out to catch the ribbons of blood that fell to his hand. It was hot, thick and unique,
and he almost wished Hiei were larger so he could feed on him for hours.
"You can't stop me," Biula breathed, his face brushing over that mangled arm, "but I do appreciate the effort."
He licked his sharp teeth, spreading the taste as he turned Hiei in the air. The little demon was shaking lightly and offered no resistance. He took advantage
of that, twisting the broken arm behind Hiei's back and crouching so the demon's feet were touching the ground.
Hiei sagged. His thoughts were dazed by the expended energy and muddled by the pain. He barely felt the tongue that rubbed over his torn skin. Then long
teeth sank into his arm and his mind snapped back into a vivid focus.
He jerked his head down until his chin was pressed tight against his chest, his teeth clenched to hold in the scream that built in the back of his throat. All he
could think was that the nerves should have been severed from that bite, the break, that it couldn't possibly hurt that much. He almost wished the demon
would simply bite his arm off. He'd lost an arm before and the pain hadn't been anything like this.
Teeth tugged on the protruding bone, and Hiei hit his knees, only the hold in his hair keeping him off the ground.
He couldn't breathe and when he tried, he gasped in far too much air. Liquid hit his throat, choking him, and he would have doubled over if he'd been able to.
Bright blood speckled the ground as Hiei coughed. Biula's eyes snapped open. His tongue swirled against that torn flesh a moment longer before he forced
himself to let go. He couldn't get ahead of himself.
The break was clean, the tip of a pale bone protruding through dark skin that was now marred by the holes his teeth had left. He gave another slow lick at the
crimson flow. Then he pulled away and turned Hiei to face him. The slitted red eyes that turned up to him were proof that Hiei was still set to resist. It made
him smirk and lick his lips at the prospect.
"You still don't get it, do you," Biula drawled.
His hand closed around Hiei's left wrist, the muscles bunching beneath his claws. And he gave those angry red eyes a wide smile. "If you can't stop this, you'll
never stop anything I do."
Hiei's hand was a tightly curled fist, but he undid that with little effort. The small demon simply didn't have any strength left. He raised that hand to his mouth
and caught Hiei's wide-eyed gaze. There was a glint of something in those eyes. Fear? He hoped as much.
He snapped his jaws closed over that small hand, cutting through flesh and bones until a low scream tore from Hiei's throat. Hiei sagged, his mouth falling
open in a choked gasp, his eyes clouding over.
Biula's gaze snapped to those parted lips. They were flecked with blood and he had to remind himself of the plan, that he had good reason to take this
slowly. All he wanted was to shove his tongue inside that small bloody mouth and sweep it clean. But not yet. He knew he had to wait if his plan were going to
"It's over," he said softly, trying to hide how difficult it was to tear his eyes away.
Biula stood, lifting Hiei and turning him again so he could cross the demon's bloody wrists behind his back. One large hand closed over those, the other
secure in thick hair, and he stepped past the dark cloak the demon had discarded earlier.
"Do you know where we're going now?" he taunted, drawing the dark head up so his voice hit Hiei's ear. "You couldn't stop me, but at least you'll get to go
with me. Imagine his face when he sees you like this. He'll be so determined to save you from more pain that he'll do anything I tell him to."
The low voice was little more than a growl, but it made Biula's lips pull back into a wide smile. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that Hiei didn't
know the meaning of giving up. "You disagree? I admit, I'd planned to simply enjoy him, and then kill him, but you've made it so much easier. With you as my
hostage, I can draw it out."
Bait, a hostage, the entire idea was foreign to Hiei. Demons didn't bother with hostages unless they were blood kin to their targets, or mates. He and Kurama
didn't have that sort of bond. Hiei's eyes flicked open, his vision only slightly blurred.
"You know nothing," he growled, barely wincing when the claw tightened around his wrists. "You think Youko Kurama cares? Fool."
"Youko Kurama...takes what he wants with no regard."
And it was true. Hiei had learned the truth of that first-hand. Kurama might have considered him a partner, but to the Youko he was nothing. A pastime,
plaything, and nothing more. Hiei couldn't help the wince that passed over his face, or the way it tightened when Biula laughed at him.
"He sounds like me," Biula smirked. "But I hear he's gone soft since fusing with that human form of his. We'll see if I'm not right. I think he'll try to fight me first,
but when that fails...he'll save you the only way he can."
He lifted Hiei higher against him, loving that pained expression, how those eyes closed to avoid his gaze. He ducked his face close to the little demon's neck,
breathing in his scent, the labored hitch of breath beneath that soft skin.
"And a youko has such will to live," Biula whispered. "Just think how long he'd last."
Again the words struck true in Hiei's ears. He knew it as surely as he knew the youko had been so desperate to escape death, he'd gone so far as to inhabit a
human body. Kurama might have been reborn, might have softened through those short years in the human world, but he was still youko within. He'd
continue struggling for life as stubbornly as Hiei did, because that was the one thing he and the youko shared, their ability to survive.
"Oh, don't pretend," Biula snapped.
He walked faster, as if he were in a hurry to find the youko. The truth was that he'd already made certain Kurama was nowhere near them before he'd
instigated the battle. It wouldn't do to have him stumbling across them and spoiling his plans. The youko might not care if his lover died, but Biula knew he
wasn't the type to share. Territorial demons were nothing to play around with. He was just glad the little half-koorime was too young to know that.
"I know you'd sacrifice yourself for him," said Biula, "if I gave you the chance. And I will give you that chance. All you have to do is beg me to spare him. So
long as I have your complete obedience, I don't mind a delay. You aren't what I wanted, but I'd be willing to put off the youko for as long as you last."
He didn't slow his steps, but his eyes were locked on Hiei's bowed head. He was waiting expectantly when the demon when limp in his grasp. Silence was his
only answer and he didn't have nearly the patience to wait it out.
With a soft growl, he jerked Hiei's head back so he could see his face. He'd heard that Hiei was rendered unconscious after using his energy, but he hadn't
given him a chance to use much. He'd thought he would have more time. But Hiei wasn't unconscious. Those red eyes were open, and they focused on him
readily from within a blank face.
Demon or not, he'd fully expected Hiei to leap at the offer. This one wasn't like others he'd killed. Biula knew, he'd done his research before seeking the
half-koorime out. Hiei was little more than a jouvenile who'd spent a good portion of his short adult life in the human world, with his precious humanized
youko. He'd growl and deny it but Biula had it on good authority that the quickest way to Hiei was through his lover.
It seemed true enough. Hiei hadn't hesitated in accepting his challenge. But he couldn't read that closed expression. If Hiei didn't accept, then his ruse had
been for nothing. The whole point was to convince the demon that he had to keep coming back if he wanted the youko safe. Why wasn't it working?
"What's wrong?" Biula asked, his voice sounding careless. "I thought you wanted to protect your beloved from me."
A glint shone in those red eyes, but Hiei's voice was cold and void. "I have no beloved. And I do not beg."
Even if it were Yukina, he couldn't have begged. He'd explained to Kurama before.
Fighting to the death for someone was acceptible. There was the furious drive to avenge a comrade, the need to prove worthy of being a trusted ally. And
that was what partners did, they fought for each other, one protecting the other's back in times of weakness and knowing that the other would return the favor
if the need arose. He'd done it for Yusuke, and he was more than willing to do it for Kurama. They were trusted allies and he owed him that much loyalty.
Sacrificing one's self was different. He didn't understand the thinking behind that, something that wasn't selfless, the way humans claimed it was. It left a debt
that couldn't be repaid. He would never allow a comrade to do that to him, even if he thought he were doing it for him. He refused to have that sort of debt,
and he'd die before laying it on another. A fight to the death, an honest struggle that ended in failure, he would do that. To lay down his weapons and die for
nothing beyond a need to prove his loyalty? He couldn't understand that logic.
But Kurama did. Kurama understood it. Hiei remembered the redhead's words when Kuwabara had done so for Yusuke, giving him his energy even if when it
meant he might die from it. Kurama had claimed the humans 'won' for doing that, as if the sacrifice were noble and something Hiei should have been proud to
witness. He hadn't been proud. He'd been disgusted, disconcerted, and angrily confused that Kurama would look at him the way he had.
Despite the time that had passed since then, Hiei still didn't understand why a person would sacrifice himself like that. All he knew was himself. He would fight
for his comrade. But he wouldn't sacrifice himself, and he'd never beg. He'd kill himself before he'd beg anyone, for any reason.
The small demon seemed lost in thought and Biula glared to find himself forgotten so easily. He tightened his hand, squeezing Hiei's wrists to remind him.
"Then you don't care to save him?" asked Biula. "I admit I'm surprised. But that is like you. Are you going to watch, then? Will you watch him make the
sacrifice you're unwilling to make?"
Hiei's eyes narrowed, but he kept his expression as blank as he could. "I'll kill him first."
Biula blinked at those hateful eyes, unable to stop his abrupt laugh. "I'd heard that you were the result of an ice maiden, but I didn't think you'd be so cold.
You'd kill him yourself? All because you won't take pain in his place? You won't suffer for him, but you'll kill him before letting him suffer?"
"I didn't say that," Hiei returned evenly, his eyes frozen in that cold glare. "I said I wouldn't beg."
His hand and arm were screaming at him, and his chest burned with every breath. But he still felt a dull throb in his forehead. Although he hadn't used the
kokoryuuha on himself, his body was still trying to shut itself down, a natural instinct to restore him. He fought the instinct. If he were going to die, he'd do it
with his eyes open this time. And...he needed to know what would happen to Kurama. To think, Biula claimed Kurama was in the Makai.
Months had passed in the Ningenkai since Hiei had last seen Kurama, and they'd parted on cold terms. Kurama wouldn't leave the human world as long as his
mother needed him, and he had already bonded with his young brother. Hiei saw the pattern and he doubted if the reborn human would ever leave the
human world. He wouldn't even cross the border for a single day. Hiei was sure Kurama didn't want to risk being trapped in the Makai, not when he had no
reason to risk it. Visiting him wasn't reason enough.
But their last words hadn't been a true argument. Kurama had been honestly regretful, almost sad in that way he had. Those wide, emotional human eyes
had turned dark and regretful, and he'd simply looked away when Hiei made to leave. He hadn't tried to get Hiei to stay with him. The most he'd offered was
an invitation to visit again, anytime, and a promise to seek him out in the Makai, someday. Hiei hadn't believed it then, and he still didn't. They'd been lovers
for years and Kurama had never sought him out in the Makai, not a single time.
It was vague promise, almost whimsical with no concrete commitments. But even that goodbye was more than Hiei had been willing to give. Someday was too
far away and there were no certainties in the Makai. Today proved that.
Biula seemed convinced that he could use him against Kurama, but Hiei knew he had the wrong hostage. If Biula wanted to have Kurama at his mercy, he
should have taken the human mother. That was Kurama's weakness, the one other demons had used again and again, proving to the world that there was a
quick way to control the infamous youko.
He knew Kurama wouldn't 'sacrifice' himself, not for him. But it was still Kurama. Kurama was the sort who would challenge Biula to protect his comrade. And
Hiei knew Kurama would fare no better than he had. Either way, one of them would be in the demon's hands, but Biula wasn't going to get a willing victim.
"Then you do want to take his place?" Biula asked, hiding the satisfaction behind a mocking tone.
"You would never have Kurama willingly," Hiei stated, his voice flat. "What do you want?"
"I want you to come back."
Hiei blinked at him, and Biula smirked. "If you live, I want you to come when I call. That's not much. It will save me the trouble of chasing you down. In return,
I'll leave your precious kitsune be, as long as you live."
Obviously, Biula didn't expect him to live very long, but Hiei knew he would. He'd been born to survive so long as he had a goal in sight. Hadn't he survived
the murder attempt the day he was born? He'd lived through his trial to become Mukuro's heir, even spiting death when he'd actually expected to die. He'd
accomplished every goal he'd ever set for himself, even if it meant defying death. And he had a new goal now, to kill Biula.
Hiei hadn't strengthened much since he'd last been in the Ningenkai, but he knew he was capable of more. He had no limits. Now that he had an opponent to
surpass, it was just a matter of time before he did it. He just had to survive long enough to get stronger.
Hiei blanked his expression and turned to stare into Biula's bright blue eyes. "I'll come back, but I won't promise not to attack you."
"You'll just make me hurt you even more," Biula warned, "but that's fine. You have such a tolerance for pain..."
Biula accentuated the words by setting Hiei on his feet and twisting his broken arm. Unlike before, he was rewarded with nothing. Those calm red eyes didn't
even blink, as if Hiei had completely blocked out the pain. But it hurt. Biula was sure of it. It hurt, and he intended to push the little demon's pain threshold to
the limit and beyond. He wouldn't break him just yet, but he'd go as far as he could within the limits he'd set for himself.
"Rumor has it that you have a weakness besides the kitsune," he drawled suddenly, watching Hiei carefully.
Hiei would have wondered at the fact that Biula seemed to know so much about him. He could only assume the demon had done his research. It was common
knowledge that he'd become the first in charge beneath Mukuro, and most of the Makai had witnessed his battle with her.
There was still a flaw in the demon's statement. Hiei didn't consider Kurama his weakness. If he had one, it was Yukina. Luckily few people knew of her
existence, fewer of her ties to him. He would avoid her for life to keep it that way.
Rather than answering, he continued to stare at the demon bending over him, his legs stiff to keep him from wavering.
"How long before you fall asleep?" Biula murmured, noting that Hiei glared at the question. "I'll be lenient this time, but I wonder if pain won't keep you
Those red eyes continued that blank stare. Biula caught hold of Hiei's shoulders, careful not to cut him with his claws. "Let's find out..."
There was no response. Biula released him, only to shove the palm of his hand against Hiei's freshly bruised chest.
Hiei had braced himself, and he'd thought he was ready. But that relatively light push was enough to send him reeling away. He swayed, his legs threatening
to collapse under him. And he felt something tug within his chest.
If he'd doubted the ribs were broken before, he knew at least one was, now. He could practically feel bone cutting something, his breathing suddenly wetter.
One cough would lead to another. He couldn't let that happen. He swallowed sharply, wincing at the metallic taste.
Biula was abruptly in front of him, and Hiei jerked despite himself. Those claws closed over his arms, a sharp-toothed mouth opening and moving toward his.
Hiei's eyes widened and he pulled back as much as he could with the tight grip on his arms.
The one thought that made it into his mind asked if Biula was going to bite his tongue off, and if he honestly thought he could keep sane through something
Biula closed his eyes, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He ducked down to sweep his tongue into that small, bloody mouth. Delicious, empowering, and the
faint struggles beneath him only made him want it that much more.
It wasn't that he needed the blood for strength, no more than he wanted to fuck him for the youki he could steal. It was the craving, the sensation of taking so
much intoxicating energy into him, a forbidden treat.
Humans had been off-limits for so long that he'd grown accustomed to demon blood and Hiei had a distinct flavor he couldn't get enough of. He'd known it
would be unique. Blood of the infamous forbidden child? The only one of his kind? It made the theft all the better.
He'd taken an ice maiden before, back when he'd killed indiscriminately without any plots. But that wasn't the taste he found now. It was there, a faint
aftertaste that tickled the edges of his sense. The real essence was something altogether different. It must have come from the unnamed sire, or the mixture
of two impossible breeds in one hotblooded body.
Hiei tensed, his jaws locked open so he couldn't bite down on the tongue that squirmed in his mouth. He wasn't being bitten, but the revulsion sent furious
shudders over his aching muscles. It even probed into his throat so he nearly gagged, unable to breathe.
His vision fogged, and then turned into waves of gray as that mouth finally withdrew. He drew a too-deep breath, his thoughts clearing at the rush of oxygen.
No matter how strong Biula was, Hiei had dealt with his kind before. The demon wasn't the first to be attracted to his blood. That was just one more curse of
being a half-breed. All he wondered now was why Biula had been after Kurama.
Oh, he could see why Biula would want Kurama, his vitality, attractive human or demon form. That wasn't an issue to him. It was that the blood of a youko was
dangerous, intoxicating. Hiei knew this fact, and he was sure most demons knew it. And Kurama wasn't just a youko, he was a plant manipulator who could
poison his blood to any demon aside from himself.
If blood were the main thing Biula wanted, he was a fool to have expected to get it from Kurama. Unless he really thought he could have used Hiei to could
There was a dull flash in the blue-violet eye on Hiei's forehead, and Biula glanced at it, momentarily distracted. But Hiei didn't move, his red eyes narrow and
distant. Biula stared down at those eyes, his tongue rubbing the underside of his teeth.
He was trying to think of a way he could drain the little demon as much as possible and still have him live. He'd never tried that in the past, keeping a victim
alive. But he did know of a few ways blood could be replenished if a demon were too low.
A smirk passed his lips and he shoved Hiei onto the ground. The sudden pressure on that bruised chest caused blood to trickle down Hiei's chin with a soft
gurgling sound. Biula lapped that up almost absentmindedly. Then he tore through the small white belts that circled Hiei's narrow waist. His claws cut too
deeply, but he didn't mind the sharply drawn breath, or the soft cough as he jerked the pants aside. He was more concerned with lapping up the blood
seeping from those cuts.
Too many wounds and they wouldn't be able to heal, not if he left the demon with as little blood as he intended. That was the only thing that kept him from
sinking his teeth into Hiei's lightly muscled stomach.
His blue eyes flicked down, taking in slender legs. They weren't soft, though. He could feel the hard muscles that enabled Hiei's lightning speed. The little
demon was very fast. But not fast enough, he thought, as he bared his fangs in a sly grin.
Those red eyes were watching him, void of any detectable emotion. He smirked at them. If he wanted a reaction, he'd get one soon enough.
Careful not to cut the small demon, Biula turned him onto his stomach. He was surprised to note that Hiei braced himself with his mutilated hand. That wound
was bleeding freely, but he had another source in mind.
He grabbed Hiei's right wrist, jerking that torn arm back until a slight growl came from the bowed head. Biula hadn't paid any attention before, but he noticed
the dragon tattoo was ripped along with that bruised skin. He wondered briefly whether Hiei could still use it, when bone was showing through the serpent's
tail. Then again, it didn't matter since the kokoryuuha had been useless, anyway.
He closed his teeth over the spot he'd bitten before, both holding the demon up and allowing him to suck on the open wound. That left his hands free to undo
his pants and get a firm hold on the little demon beneath him.
A low cry ripped from Hiei's throat as the demon shoved into him. A long arm snaked around his waist, jerking him back until he was nearly sitting on Biula's
lap. But each thrust sent him forward again. He could feel rocks and dirt digging into the holes in his palm, clotting the bloodflow, but tearing the flesh even
Hiei's right arm was nearly numb, but the angle pulled on his chest, pressure tight enough to send liquid into his lungs. He was drowning on it, yet his heart
was pounding furiously in his ears. It was demanding he breathe faster, to counter the burning loss of so much blood, yet he couldn't breathe at all.
It hurt. Too much pain, too fast, too many sources. Hiei's mind rebelled against it and he couldn't hold back the moan that tore past his teeth.
His vision turned black, his left hand clenching a handful of dirt as he strove to hold himself up, to keep some sense of control. Heat was curling around him,
some final, desperate release of youki that increased steadily until it eased some of that pain. Then it was cut off, a hand clamping over his forehead and
shutting out the only sight he had left.