I Love to Hurt You
Who: Hiei and Yukina
When:Sunday
Where: Their Room
Summary: Hiei has impulses and Yukina was going to end up hurt...again....
Rating: R
Warnings: Uh.. sadism, blood, gore, graphic descriptions...yeah...anything else I should mention?XD
He's been siting in a corner for the past half an hour. There's an uncomfortable feeling surging its way up his body yet he suppressed all of it by ignoring the feeling. He stayed as far as he could from her so that he didn't have any weird urges to do anything. He was not in control of himself at the moment. At least no completely. He didn't want to, yet he wanted to.
He knew it would not end well for either of them if this happened so he fought it. He fought it and stayed there in his corner, fists clenched up in balls turning the knuckles white, perhaps there was a hole through the wall where he was standing. He attempted to relieve his tempted action by silently slamming his fists against the wall. They weren't going away. Not any day soon. He really should tell her to leave but if he did and didn't give any explanation. She would have been hurt.
He didn't want her hurt, yet he did... this was irritating. He hated not having control. He hated that he was at his limit. That limit that was about to crumble in a few minutes. He kept his teeth gritted and he was sure she would probably notice the strange things he was doing in that corner of the room. He was far from her. A good distance. He only hoped she didn't approach him. he really did. There were so many things running through his mind.
He shouldn't be thinking any of this. He shouldn't be trying to make her cry, but it was becoming a thought...damn.
When:Sunday
Where: Their Room
Summary: Hiei has impulses and Yukina was going to end up hurt...again....
Rating: R
Warnings: Uh.. sadism, blood, gore, graphic descriptions...yeah...anything else I should mention?XD
He's been siting in a corner for the past half an hour. There's an uncomfortable feeling surging its way up his body yet he suppressed all of it by ignoring the feeling. He stayed as far as he could from her so that he didn't have any weird urges to do anything. He was not in control of himself at the moment. At least no completely. He didn't want to, yet he wanted to.
He knew it would not end well for either of them if this happened so he fought it. He fought it and stayed there in his corner, fists clenched up in balls turning the knuckles white, perhaps there was a hole through the wall where he was standing. He attempted to relieve his tempted action by silently slamming his fists against the wall. They weren't going away. Not any day soon. He really should tell her to leave but if he did and didn't give any explanation. She would have been hurt.
He didn't want her hurt, yet he did... this was irritating. He hated not having control. He hated that he was at his limit. That limit that was about to crumble in a few minutes. He kept his teeth gritted and he was sure she would probably notice the strange things he was doing in that corner of the room. He was far from her. A good distance. He only hoped she didn't approach him. he really did. There were so many things running through his mind.
He shouldn't be thinking any of this. He shouldn't be trying to make her cry, but it was becoming a thought...damn.