Minamino Sensei

To Yamistar: Are you glad that I read 'Two Shot', or are you telling me to read it? Stupid english language, too confusing sometimes. Anyway, yeah, it's an AU, all of my stories are AU's so I stopped putting it as one of the descriptions. That's why I started it with 'What if...' I don't think that'd I'd forget Hiei, either, but for the purpose of this story, Kurama has a bad memory.

Anyway, on to the story, enjoy!

Chapter 2: A Teacher’s Torture

Shuichi drifted through his first three periods, mostly just going through the motions of teaching. He’d gotten this job right after he’d graduated from college, so he was only 8 years older than the seniors at the high school. He’d been working there for almost 4 years now, and got a little bored of the whole thing some times.

At least compared to the life of a Youko back in the Makai the life of a teacher was extraordinarily boring. He missed that a lot. He missed being able to sleep out in the Makai forest, never sure if a plant was friendly or hungry, and the occasional horny one… those could be fun… oh, yeah, he remembered some cold lonely nights when he suddenly felt vines wrapping around him with ticklish tendrils running over his skin, through his hair, over his fox ears, down his light silky pants… Oh, plants loved him very much, they could feed off of his energy. Of course it wasn’t only plants that liked to please him. He was what the humans liked to call a playboy, he could get any demon he wanted with just a look, and sometimes not even that.

“Sensei…Sensei?” a blonde haired boy snapped him out of his trance.

“I’m sorry, what would you like?”

“I don’t understand…” he was having trouble focusing on his students’ questions through out the entire class.

Lunch break and he could still feel and taste the boy’s soft, sweet lips on his. “That’s it,” Shuichi huffed as he stormed off to the bathroom to splash lukewarm water over his overheated face. When he looked into his reflection, he could see Hiei standing right behind him, blatantly staring at his ass before he looked up to meet the widened deep green eyes in the mirror with a smirk.

“Hiei San!” Kurama whirled around, feeling his face flush with heat all over again.

“Kurama,” the small student smirked leaning back against a stall, crossing his arms over his chest, the bandage on his right hand peeking from under the over jacket.

“W-what did you call me?” the Youko flinched a little.

“Sensei,” Hiei raised an eye brow to the confused red head.

“Oh,” he sighed, “I thought you said…” he shook his head letting his long red hair pulled into a ponytail sway back and forth behind him, “never mind. Don’t you have a class right now?”

Hiei just shrugged, keeping his almost hypnotic gaze on the flustered but gorgeous teacher in front of him, “Doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters,” Shuichi scolded, “You’re a senior, and you need to study for the entrance exams.”

The spiky raven haired boy shrugged again.

“Come on, let’s get you to class,” the teacher reached out a hand to grab his students arm to lead him out. Instead, the young boy grabbed the hand quickly, and pushed him to the wall, forcing him lower so that their lips met. This kiss was much more fierce, almost desperate. Hiei was small, but heavy as he pressed into the lithe body, making sure the teacher was unable to move.

Hiei pushed a black clad thigh in between Kurama's, forcing him to spread them wider so Hiei could lean into the body even better.

“Mmm,” Shuichi lost himself in the kiss and caresses of the other boy. He even allowed the small, cute, begging tongue into his mouth. The kiss was amazingly hot as the short boy’s tongue raped his mouth, tasting every inch of his teacher’s mouth. Hiei’s small but strong hands moved quickly to open the teacher’s belt and pants; unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping as fast as possible.

“Mngh,” Minamino finally snapped back to reality where what he was doing was illegal when he felt a very hot callused hand groping at his hardening sex through the thin cotton layer of his underwear. “Hiei San stop,” Shuichi pushed the hot and horny student off, and held him at arms length.

Both of them were breathing heavily. It was painfully obvious that Hiei was already hard under his now tight pants.

“What’s gotten into you?” Shuichi managed to huff.

“No one,” Hiei said seductively angry, “that’s the problem.” And once again he was gone in a displacement of air, and sound of the door closing behind him told Shuichi that he was alone in the bathroom.

‘Inari,’ the taste and smell of smoke and pine drifted over him, and he could even feel it through his veins, he slid down the wall, all of his clothes askew. He had to calm his nerves before he went for his last class, but his arousal refused to go away until just as the bell rang signaling the last class of the day. He stood quickly arranging himself decently before leaving for his next class…unfortunately Hiei was in this class.

He had to swallow hard as he watched the spiky haired boy sulk in slowly, keeping his beautiful garnet eyes intently on the teacher as he settled in his seat in the back of the classroom.

It was hard to get through five minutes of class without looking up to see those eyes still trained just on him, with a predatory look. Giving the students time to finish the equation that he had just written on the board, Shuichi sat at his desk looking down at his hands clasped in his lap, knowing that if he looked up he’d just meet those intense eyes, and for some reason that made him feel very nervous. He squirmed slightly against the fabric of the chair as he tried to get comfortable, but his pants suddenly seemed too tight. The memory of the kisses he had shared with Hiei suddenly popped up into his head along with the deep voice that he recognized as Hiei’s, ‘you like that don’t you?’

‘Huh?’ sensei looked up to see that Hiei seemed to be glowing in the back of class, still staring straight at him. ‘Oh,’ the feeling of Hiei’s hand down his pants returned, and he instantly went hard again.

“Umm…” he pressed down on his sex, trying to calm it, but failing miserably, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Quickly, he walked out of the room, praying to what ever deity would listen that his students didn’t notice his erection poking through the front of his pants. Luckily the students didn’t see, but they were curious as to why their favorite teacher had rushed out so quickly, they sat in silence for a minute. Hiei being the only one who knew what was wrong with the red head, sneered devilishly in the back.

“When you gotta go, you gotta go,” the class clown said loudly.

“Shut up,” one of Shuichi’s dark, long haired fan club members defended, “You leave Minamino Sensei alone.”

“Hey! Where you going, Hiei?” Class Clown Boy asked the short dark haired who had just passed by his desk.

“Hn, where ever,” he grunted in his deep voice that scared most of the student body, “I’m outta here.”

***

‘Gods help me,’ Shuichi begged, hiding in a bathroom stall, shaking his head. He was still hard, and it was painful.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Can I come in?” Hiei’s voice came from the other side of the closed stall door.

“No.”

“C’mon, Kurama.”

He swung the stall door open, “You! How! It can’t be. How do you know my real name?”

“Easy,” Hiei forced the young man back into the stall, lock the door behind him, “You told me…”

“What?”

“When you were 14.”

“14?”

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“What? Wait,” he calculated quickly, “14? That would make you 5 years old… Why in the world would I give a 5 year old my real name?”

“Because I wasn’t 5,” Hiei moved closer to the Youko, “I looked the same then as I do right now.”

“H-how? How is that possible?” he backed up a little, but stopped when he felt that he had backed up to till the toilet hit the back of his knees.

“You’ve been in the human world for too long,” Hiei took another step closer to the red haired, making him fall lightly back onto the toilet seat.

“H-Hiei?” Kurama stammered, his bright green eyes wide and lit up as he remembered something from his childhood. “Y-you’re that fire demon f-from the Makai! You tried to kill me! But I defeated you in battle… you were out cold.”

“Hn,” Hiei leaned in closer, brushing the back of his hand against the other boy’s cheek, “You got a lucky shot. But even after I tried to kill you, you took care of me, tended my wounds.”

“You were asleep for three days straight.”

“Mm-hm,” Hiei brushed their lips together, “Before I left after I asked for your name.”

“And I asked for yours, but you never gave it to me… you disappeared into the window… I haven’t seen you since… Why are you here?”

“You’re really oblivious, you know that, Fox?” he kissed Kurama's cheek, and then down his jaw line, “I’m here for you.”

“Why did you come as a student?” Kurama asked, too shocked to move when Hiei started to unbutton his white shirt.

“I don’t know,” he kissed down the slim neck to the pale skin exposed with every button come undone, “It seemed like fun to mess with your head.”

“Why now? Has the Makai really gotten that boring? Now you’ve come to mess with the Youko hidden in the Ningenkai?”

“Idiot,” Hiei shook his head, “I like you. I had the idea I could get you out of my thoughts, but it was just recently that I’ve been having trouble focusing, and it’s lately gotten out of control.”

“You were too stubborn for your own good,” Kurama recalled their fight so many years ago. He had spent most of the battle just toying with the cute little demon, but Hiei’s had refused to give up, “I just remembered something.”

“Hmm?” Hiei’s lips were a little busy with the pale expanse of skin that he had just revealed from the now fully opened shirt.

“I waited up for you, for almost a month,” with out knowing it, Kurama had snaked his hand up into Hiei’s hair, “I wanted you to come back, I wanted to know your name, as well as get to know you better.”

“Well, it’s Hiei, and I plan on staying for a little while longer so you can get to know me better,” he moved up to kiss the other demon’s lips, straddling his strong thighs. The kiss deepened passionately. Their tongues both fighting the unending battle. Kurama wrapped his arms around the slim waist, pulling him closer.

“Hiei San!” Kurama pushed away, gasping for air. Damn the little demon sure knew how to kiss.

“What now?” the impatient demon demanded, but stopped when he noticed those green eyes flash gold.

“I… Not now. Meet me at my apartment, tonight at 7. It’s at 117-”

“I know where it is,” and he was gone.

It took the teacher forever to calm down this time, his need throbbing in pain between his legs. He had to miss almost ten more minutes of class before he could return back to class with the horrible excuse that he had to make a phone call, which just lead to his students questioning if it was to his girlfriend.

~TBC~

Oh, yeah, I forgot to warn you all, this is one of my first stories I wrote a long while ago, so it's probably not all that great. A lot of it is random thoughts that came to mind at the time that I was writing it.