MINE

AUTHOR NOTE:
Yeah, hi, everyone~! I’m so incredibly sorry for the long delay. I didn’t think many people would request chapter 3 of this fic, so the whole “e-mail me and I’ll send you a copy” didn’t account for such a huge amount of interest. So, risking getting booted off ff.net and having my membership revoked…I have decided that I will post the unedited version on ff.net for your (the readers) enjoyment.

Anyone who reports me will die. DIE.

WARNING:
By the way, this chapter is entirely Hao/Yoh. Beware!!! Explicit sex scenes!!!

Okies. Now you may commence.

CHAPTER 3


Hao stalked like a silent predator, licking his lips as he made his way towards the house. He could almost feel the contact of heated skin, the wandering hands… Almost hear the cries of ecstasy, the pleading for release… Hao trembled, barely holding himself back from the anticipation of what was to come.


Although he wanted Yoh now, he had to deal with the pests first. He wouldn’t appreciate unexpected interruptions.


And as much as he enjoyed voyeurism when it came to his other half, Hao considered himself the only one to be allowed the privilege. Any others that dared to lay their eyes upon what was his would find that they had bigger problems than being burnt alive by the possessive young man.


Utilizing his ki, Hao suppressed the awareness of the residents of the Asakura household, keeping them in a deep sleep. He smirked.


No one would be able to help Yoh now.


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Asakura Yoh was currently staring at his closed window with half-lidded eyes, pondering whether it was worth the effort to get up and open it. The summer heat was finally getting to the lazy shaman, as was evident by the shining beads of perspiration decorating his skin.


Groaning, he rolled onto his side, lifting his leg from under the blanket and resting it bare upon the sheets. Yoh shivered as the heat lessened under the soft whisper of a cool breeze.


Wait.


Breeze?


Lifting his head up slightly, Yoh threw a quick glance at the window. In the soft illumination of the moon, something resting on his windowsill was apparent by the silhouette it cast upon his floor.


Bemusedly, he sought some form of identifiable feature but froze in shock when his gaze was captured by a pair of eyes he hadn’t thought he’d see again.


The same eyes that had been burned into his memory since the tournament over a year ago. Contemptuous eyes that had exploited his every weakness. Appraising eyes. Taunting eyes.


Hungry eyes.


Yoh’s body shivered for an entirely different reason now.


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Hao was motionless, bracing one arm against the side of the window as he crouched upon the windowsill, gazing at the young man sprawled on the futon before him. His eyes trailed up the tempting vision of the younger man’s bare leg and helpless disposition.


Hao’s eyes narrowed with amusement, making them look all the more sharper and penetrating to the shaman in front of him, as he noted the shocked confusion emanating from Yoh’s wide eyes. Yoh was too shocked to react. To run. To resist.


Perfect.


Hao smiled in satisfaction as he perceived the barely concealed shiver that coursed through Yoh’s body. This was exactly the way Hao wanted it.


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Yoh stiffened as he saw the smile upon his older twin’s face. Smiling had never been a good sign, at least not for Yoh and his entourage.


But strangely, it wasn’t fear that clouded his mind as he silently observed Hao stepping into his room from the window. Nor was it repulsion as Hao approached him by the futon and gently touched his face with the back of his hand.


Instead, Yoh found himself to be surprisingly accepting of this strange situation. He found himself leaning into the gentle caress of Hao’s hand. He found himself frozen, yet trembling…with anticipation. But for what, he didn’t know.


And so, Yoh found himself gazing unabashedly into the other shaman’s eyes, silently questioning the other’s motives. He found himself unable to turn away, drowning in the swirl of emotions they displayed.


Anger.


Jealousy.


Anticipation.


Determination.


Hunger.


And did he dare question…maybe even…


Love?


Pondering over the presence and intentions of the other shaman, he was not aware of Hao shifting closer towards him, his hand never stopping the gentle motions across Yoh’s face.


And whether Yoh was aware or not of what was occurring, he found himself unable to deter Hao’s advancements or his own compliancy.


Hao took advantage of the dazed, far off look within Yoh’s eyes, positioning himself on all fours with the younger shaman trapped between his arms and legs. His body, mind, and soul burned for his other half.


Hao could wait no longer.


Uncaring that Yoh seemed unaware of his presence at the moment, Hao set free his restraints of the desire that swept though him. The hand that was caressing Yoh’s cheek swept back to grip Yoh’s nape and pulled him into a deep, feverish kiss.


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Yoh was paralyzed with shock as Hao pulled him into a hungry kiss, nipping at his lower lip, demanding entrance. Yoh attempted to struggle in his confusion and surprise, but was unable to throw off the other shaman, as Hao lowered his body flush against his, twining their legs together.


Yoh’s mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts as his senses were flooded. He continued to struggle underneath Hao, while trying to get his thought process in order.


Just when he was achieving some semblance of logic, his mind was swept away again by a whole new set of sensations as Hao teasingly ground his hips against Yoh’s, an unmistakable hardness resting at the apex of his legs. He gasped as a jolt of pleasure coursed through his body and felt himself harden in response, leaving his open mouth susceptible to Hao’s seeking tongue.


He could feel Hao’s tongue flicking across the roof of his mouth, teasing his own tongue to play along. Hesitantly, Yoh began to respond to the patient coaxing of Hao and delved his own tongue into the other shaman’s mouth.


Hao’s other hand began trailing down Yoh’s side, until it stopped, resting on his thigh. Tracing soft circles through the thin fabric of Yoh’s yukata, his motions slowly drifted towards Yoh’s groin. Smirking, he suddenly cupped the apex of Yoh’s legs and squeezed, satisfied by the sudden loud moan Yoh emitted into Hao’s mouth.


Removing his hand, Hao worked on getting rid of the blankets that still partially covered Yoh, while kissing him senseless. Once the task was done, he ended the kiss, allowing the much needed oxygen to revitalize Yoh’s lungs.


Hao shivered as he felt another pang of hunger, gazing at the flushed and panting Yoh who was looking at him with an unknowingly wanton visage. Neither said a word. Hao was too busy admiring the enticing vision below him, while Yoh was too ensnared by the feelings of pleasure that pulsed within his body.


Hao stooped to kiss Yoh’s mouth, this time gently, before continuing to leave a trail of kisses down Yoh’s throat. He stopped at the junction of Yoh’s neck and shoulder and sucked on the sensitive skin hard. Yoh whimpered, resting his hands upon Hao’s shoulders, neither shoving him away nor pulling him closer. Meanwhile, Hao’s hands wandered over Yoh’s body, one cupping his bottom as the other slid over Yoh’s chest, teasing the hard pink nipples.


Hao licked the colored spot on Yoh’s neck in silent apology and blew softly across the still wet skin. Yoh shivered and suddenly moaned aloud as Hao tweaked Yoh’s left nipple with his fingers. He teased the nipple, letting go and then squeezing once again, delighted with the altering whimpers and moans the shaman under him emitted while arching into Hao’s ministrations. Soon, Hao relented and moved to give Yoh’s other nipple the same treatment, while moving the hand on Yoh’s bottom to cup his groin once again. He squeezed, stroked, and massaged Yoh’s cock through the thin yukata, kissing trails down his chest to his navel, listening to Yoh’s moans that continued to grow louder.


Yoh was lost in the haze of pleasure, focused solely upon the sensations of heat that continually poured towards his lower regions, unaware that he had begun to thrust his hips into Hao’s hand. However, disappointment flooded through him as the pleasurable pressure on his groin disappeared. Curiously, Yoh looked at Hao with a silent plea to continue.


For Hao, Yoh’s thrusting had been too much for his restraint. Any thoughts of going slow were banished as he gazed into Yoh’s pleading eyes. Growling, Hao threw off his own shawl, baring his chest, and ripped away the sash that held Yoh’s yukata together. To his satisfaction, the opening of the annoying fabric slipped open and fell to Yoh’s sides, displaying the smooth and firm skin of Yoh’s luscious body.


With a sudden sense of modesty, Yoh attempted to shield his body with his hands. A warning growl from Hao silently ordered the younger shaman to remove the offending appendages. Complying, Yoh slowly removed his hands, allowing Hao to drink in the sight of Yoh’s naked body. Yoh could feel the other shaman’s eyes raking up his legs, lingering at his still hard cock, before resuming their perusal until they met eye to eye.


Hao once again brought Yoh into a deep, breathtaking kiss, massaging his sides until his hands rested on Yoh’s hips. He pulled Yoh’s legs apart while kissing down to Yoh’s navel, swirling and dipping his tongue into it.


Yoh silently observed Hao’s journey downwards with unsteady breathes. All he could see was Hao’s long hair pooling at the apex of his legs before a sudden, moist heat enveloped his cock. Yoh let loose a strangled cry of pleasure, arching into the hot cavern of Hao’s mouth. Never had he felt such mind-blowing sensations. He couldn’t bring a pause to the loud moans, as he felt the sucking pressure and gentle sweepings of a tongue upon his cock. Amidst the building pressure in his groin, Yoh could feel the sharp curve of Hao’s mouth upon his sensitive flesh as he smirked.


Hao’s mouth moved up and down Yoh’s cock, swirling his tongue around its head, before lightly scraping his teeth over it. He used one hand to grip Yoh’s shaft and stroke, while he licked the fingers on his other hand and placed them at Yoh’s entrance. Tracing his wet fingers around Yoh’s entrance, he watched as the small hole dilated and contracted before easing a digit all the way in.


He braced himself against Yoh’s body and swallowed his cock again as the shaman beneath him squirmed against the foreign intrusion within his body. Hao could hear Yoh yelping at the unexpected mix of pleasure and pain, as he eased his finger in and out of Yoh’s entrance. Feeling the muscles relax around the digit, Hao proceeded to add another finger, and thrust them in without warning, successfully brushing up against Yoh’s prostate, earning a loud, delirious moan of pleasure. Yoh’s entrance contracted almost painfully around Hao’s fingers, eliciting a hiss of anticipation from the older shaman. He couldn’t wait any longer. Hao needed to feel himself inside of Yoh.


Yoh whimpered at the loss of Hao’s fingers and watched dazedly as Hao discarded his pants. His pupils dilated as Hao stretched on top of him and grinded his hips into his groin. The feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other brought forth deep moans from the both of them.


Suddenly, Hao sat upright, turning Yoh unto his stomach and propped up his hips into the air. Confused, Yoh turned his head to the side upon the futon and observed Hao through the corner of his eyes. He felt Hao draw his cheeks apart and blowing on his entrance. His muscles clenched at the cool air. Yoh whimpered; his arousal was so great that he was having trouble seeing and breathing properly. He needed something, and he needed it now. So he put his faith upon the shaman behind him and pleaded in between his harsh breathing.


“Hao…please…” Yoh begged.


Hao growled and in one motion, thrust all the way into young man beneath him. Yoh screamed in pleasure, his vision white, as Hao hissed at the tight contraction around his cock. Hao remained still, allowing Yoh to adjust to the brutal intrusion. He gripped Yoh’s hips, keeping the both of the still until he could hear Yoh’s harsh breathing abate somewhat. And when Yoh least expected it, Hao rocked his hips against him.


Strangled mewls escaped from Yoh’s mouth. His breathing hitched as Hao thrust in and out of him. He could barely think coherently anymore. All he was aware of was Hao’s breath against his back, the rhythmic rocking back and forth, and his own building pleasure.


Hao began to speed up the pace, thrusting even deeper into Yoh. Reaching under him, he gripped the younger shaman’s cock and began stroking the hardened flesh. Yoh moaned all the more louder and the muscle contractions around Hao’s cock became tighter and more frequent.


He continued to thrust; admiring the glowing sweat on Yoh’s back, illuminating the sinewy muscles and faint battle scars. Hao had waited for this moment for so long. With each thrust, he was marking Yoh as his, and his only. He bet that bitch, Anna, had never done anything as intimate as this with Yoh before. No, he snarled, he knew she had never gotten this close to Yoh, ever.


Yoh was his. Who else but the one who had the other half of his soul could ever attain the single unity and possession he craved from Yoh? Unconsciously, Hao’s thrusting had become stronger, practically impaling the younger shaman beneath him. But almost as if Yoh shared the same sentiments of Hao, he only responded more enthusiastically, pushing back against Hao’s thrusts.


The building pressure in his groin alerted Hao to his approaching climax, and he discarded his previous thoughts in favor of paying more attention to Yoh’s cock. He could feel that Yoh was close, too, by the taut feeling of Yoh’s balls.


He thrust solidly into Yoh, burying his cock to the hilt, growling in satisfaction as Yoh howled in pleasure while coming into Hao’s hand. The severe contractions that accompanied Yoh’s release pushed Hao over the edge as well, and he grunted as he released his seed deep within Yoh.


Yoh relaxed into Hao’s arms, too tired to do anything but close his eyes and give into his body’s demand for rest. Pulling out of Yoh, Hao gently turned him over and kissed him lightly on the forehead before tucking him into the futon. Satiated and confident with his possession of Yoh, Hao felt a calm peace fall upon him as he watched his other half sleep.


He laid himself beside Yoh underneath the blankets, and had held the younger shaman’s hand to his face. Hao placed Yoh’s hand across his cheek, soaking in its warmth. He nuzzled the rough calluses and placed a soft kiss on the open palm before staring intently at the sleeping boy beside him.


“You’re mine.”


Hao let himself fall asleep alongside the young shaman that had claimed his body, mind, and soul. And did he dare question…his heart as well? He smiled.





The End….

Or is it?

Author’s Notes:

Yo! Was it okay? This is my first lemon, and I wasn’t quite sure what style of lemon people liked to read, but I tried my best.

IMPORTANT:
Now, it’s up to you, the readers, to decide whether this is the end of “Mine” or not. Do you want it to be continued? If yes, how do you want it to be continued? Still a Hao/Yoh, or do you want Anna to come back? Or do you want Anna bashing?

It all depends on you~! So READ AND REVIEW!!! Or this will be the end!


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