Model and the Bass
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
7,534
Reviews:
100
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And the Winner is...?
Chapter 3: And the Winner is…?
Hiei stumbled backward, trying to shake off the ticklish feeling, his eyes wide, which soon narrowed and growled, “No.” He walked away quickly with Kurama still following.
“Why not?”
“You’re not worth fighting. Besides there’s nothing in it for me.”
“What do you want? Money? Fame? You have those in spades. Oh, I know, how about I give you… me.”
Hiei grunted, but then gave it thought for a second, “Alright.” His response sent Kurama back a few steps.
“Great!” he smiled brilliantly, ‘Win-win situation for me.’
“When I win, you will be my personal slave for the next week,” Hiei smiled devilishly.
“Slave?” ‘Sex slave? Sounds like fun. Wait!’ “For a whole week?”
“Yeah,” Hiei held out his hand.
As Kurama reached over to shake the smaller, callused hand Kurama gave a bit of thought to their deal, ‘Hm, one kiss or a full week with the hottest guy in the whole world?’ “Deal. Where should we have our little fight?”
“It’s dark, but there should be enough light in the parking lot once the people have all left.”
“Okay. What should we do until then?” Kurama smiled the infamous smile that was known to drive both women as well as men crazy, unfortunately, Hiei wasn’t like any of the men and women that he had met before. “Hm, we haven’t been properly introduced, I am-”
“I know who you are.”
“Oh?” that was definitely a pleasant surprise for Kurama.
“Yeah, Yusuke just told me a minute ago.”
“Oh,” there went Kurama's ego out the window.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this fight?” Hiei asked suddenly, staring up at the taller boy.
“Ooh,” Kurama cooed, leaning in closer, “Backing down already? Can I claim my kiss right now?”
Hiei growled, ‘Stupid, arrogant…’ “No, I’m just worried that I’ll ruin your career when I mess up that pretty little face of yours,” Hiei said sarcastically.
“You really think it’s pretty?”
Hiei just rolled his eyes, “You’re hopeless, but I warn you that I plan to humiliate you when I win and you are serving me on your hands and knees.”
‘Jeez, even him just talking turns me on, is he trying to make me hard?’ “Oh really? In what way?”
“Let me put it this way; those nice legs of yours will be put to very good use,” he sneered.
“Mmm, I’m liking losing more and more.”
“Hmph, idiot. You’d better give me good fight or I might not want you. I have no need for a weak slave.” Hiei stared up at the taller boy with a sneer, “Come on let’s go, the crowd should have dissipated by now.”
‘Did he just say dissipated?’
*****
In the now empty parking lot there was barely any light, and it had apparently rained while the concert had progressed there were puddles every where a slight chill in the air.
“Are you ready?” Hiei took his offensive stance.
“Give me a second,” Kurama somehow flipped his hair up into a split second ponytail before taking his own fighting stance.
“How did you do that?” Hiei asked, truly puzzled and slightly amazed.
“That’s my own little secret,” Kurama winked cutely, “I’m ready.”
The two stared at one another for a while, sizing their opponent up. Kurama knew that Hiei was pure muscle, at least that’s how he had been in most of his dreams (in the others he was an innocent little child Kurama ends up corrupting). Hiei on the other hand mistook Kurama's long lithe frame as one made for speed but not for strength. That fact alone could have cost Hiei the fight. Of course that’s only if Kurama had truly wanted to win.
Hiei made the first move, closing in quickly on the guarded red head, where surely his strength would win him the fight, but Kurama could read his moves, and soon the bass guitarist of the number one band found himself on his back in the middle of a very wet, very cold puddle. The rain water seeped in to Hiei’s shirt, freezing him to the bone.
“Damn it!” Hiei cursed loudly, flipping back up on to his feet just to meet smiling green eyes that taunted him. He backed away and waited, this time he was going to let Kurama make to the move. He didn’t have to wait long, the pretty boy’s fist came in colliding with Hiei’s chest forcing the air out of his lungs, but managed to dodge the Kurama had aimed for his head. Another punch was sent at him, but Hiei managed to capture the fist and force his beautiful opponent to his knees, locking the captured arms behind his back. “Is that all you got?” he huffed haughtily.
“Hmph,” Kurama reached behind him with his free hand and grabbed Hiei by the back of his damp shirt and flipped him over his head. The dark figure landed hard on his back once again, “Not even close.”
Hiei growled rolling over on to his hands and knees before standing up to looking to those eyes again… he couldn’t stop looking into those eyes. Hiei tried to tackle the taller boy, but Kurama easily dodged it with an elegant twirl, and succeeded in whapping Hiei in the face with the end of his long whip like hair. Unfortunately for him, Hiei grabbed the end of his pony tail and yanked down hard on it, forcing Kurama to land on his ass with a loud thump.
“That’s cheap,” Kurama looked up out the corner of his eyes to see chuckling at him, but got up quickly, pulling his hair out of Hiei’s grip.
Hiei was preparing to make another attack when he realized that the shirt he was currently wearing was getting to be uncomfortable and causing his blood to freeze. He pulled off the offending clothing in one quick smooth movement, and made to attack the other man who was blatantly staring at his newly revealed skin with obvious lust in those emerald orbs of his.
Next think Kurama knew, his face was pressed up against the cold, clammy chest in a tight headlock, but was too surprised to do anything about it. He was surrounded by Hiei’s husky scent of pine and something Kurama couldn’t put his finger on, almost like when it rains… he went weak in the knees and Hiei easily forced him to the ground, the fight completely gone from his entire body. Kurama started to rub his cheek against the cool, damp skin, unintended, of course.
“Stupid pervert,” Hiei chuckled, his chest rubbing more against Kurama's red face, “I think I win.”
“Uh huh,” Kurama nodded in a dazed state and pressed more into the shorter boy’s nicely muscled body.
“Stop that you horny idiot,” Hiei pushed the model off him lightly, “The tour bus is leaving tomorrow at 6:30 AM from the Empire’s Inn off of Route 86, room 1306. Be there at 6:00. And don’t make me go around hunting down my own slave, or I’ll have to chain you up when I get you.”
‘Mmm, sounds like fun,’ Kurama thought as he watched Hiei turn his back on him and stalked back to the large building. Cocking his head to the side, he added, ‘Nice ass.’
“Oh, and don’t bother with any clothes, I’ll take care of that.”
Kurama chuckled softly as he made his way to the limo, which had been waiting for him ever since he first arrived, "A full week with Hiei..." a strong smile never left his lips.
~TBC~
Hiei stumbled backward, trying to shake off the ticklish feeling, his eyes wide, which soon narrowed and growled, “No.” He walked away quickly with Kurama still following.
“Why not?”
“You’re not worth fighting. Besides there’s nothing in it for me.”
“What do you want? Money? Fame? You have those in spades. Oh, I know, how about I give you… me.”
Hiei grunted, but then gave it thought for a second, “Alright.” His response sent Kurama back a few steps.
“Great!” he smiled brilliantly, ‘Win-win situation for me.’
“When I win, you will be my personal slave for the next week,” Hiei smiled devilishly.
“Slave?” ‘Sex slave? Sounds like fun. Wait!’ “For a whole week?”
“Yeah,” Hiei held out his hand.
As Kurama reached over to shake the smaller, callused hand Kurama gave a bit of thought to their deal, ‘Hm, one kiss or a full week with the hottest guy in the whole world?’ “Deal. Where should we have our little fight?”
“It’s dark, but there should be enough light in the parking lot once the people have all left.”
“Okay. What should we do until then?” Kurama smiled the infamous smile that was known to drive both women as well as men crazy, unfortunately, Hiei wasn’t like any of the men and women that he had met before. “Hm, we haven’t been properly introduced, I am-”
“I know who you are.”
“Oh?” that was definitely a pleasant surprise for Kurama.
“Yeah, Yusuke just told me a minute ago.”
“Oh,” there went Kurama's ego out the window.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this fight?” Hiei asked suddenly, staring up at the taller boy.
“Ooh,” Kurama cooed, leaning in closer, “Backing down already? Can I claim my kiss right now?”
Hiei growled, ‘Stupid, arrogant…’ “No, I’m just worried that I’ll ruin your career when I mess up that pretty little face of yours,” Hiei said sarcastically.
“You really think it’s pretty?”
Hiei just rolled his eyes, “You’re hopeless, but I warn you that I plan to humiliate you when I win and you are serving me on your hands and knees.”
‘Jeez, even him just talking turns me on, is he trying to make me hard?’ “Oh really? In what way?”
“Let me put it this way; those nice legs of yours will be put to very good use,” he sneered.
“Mmm, I’m liking losing more and more.”
“Hmph, idiot. You’d better give me good fight or I might not want you. I have no need for a weak slave.” Hiei stared up at the taller boy with a sneer, “Come on let’s go, the crowd should have dissipated by now.”
‘Did he just say dissipated?’
*****
In the now empty parking lot there was barely any light, and it had apparently rained while the concert had progressed there were puddles every where a slight chill in the air.
“Are you ready?” Hiei took his offensive stance.
“Give me a second,” Kurama somehow flipped his hair up into a split second ponytail before taking his own fighting stance.
“How did you do that?” Hiei asked, truly puzzled and slightly amazed.
“That’s my own little secret,” Kurama winked cutely, “I’m ready.”
The two stared at one another for a while, sizing their opponent up. Kurama knew that Hiei was pure muscle, at least that’s how he had been in most of his dreams (in the others he was an innocent little child Kurama ends up corrupting). Hiei on the other hand mistook Kurama's long lithe frame as one made for speed but not for strength. That fact alone could have cost Hiei the fight. Of course that’s only if Kurama had truly wanted to win.
Hiei made the first move, closing in quickly on the guarded red head, where surely his strength would win him the fight, but Kurama could read his moves, and soon the bass guitarist of the number one band found himself on his back in the middle of a very wet, very cold puddle. The rain water seeped in to Hiei’s shirt, freezing him to the bone.
“Damn it!” Hiei cursed loudly, flipping back up on to his feet just to meet smiling green eyes that taunted him. He backed away and waited, this time he was going to let Kurama make to the move. He didn’t have to wait long, the pretty boy’s fist came in colliding with Hiei’s chest forcing the air out of his lungs, but managed to dodge the Kurama had aimed for his head. Another punch was sent at him, but Hiei managed to capture the fist and force his beautiful opponent to his knees, locking the captured arms behind his back. “Is that all you got?” he huffed haughtily.
“Hmph,” Kurama reached behind him with his free hand and grabbed Hiei by the back of his damp shirt and flipped him over his head. The dark figure landed hard on his back once again, “Not even close.”
Hiei growled rolling over on to his hands and knees before standing up to looking to those eyes again… he couldn’t stop looking into those eyes. Hiei tried to tackle the taller boy, but Kurama easily dodged it with an elegant twirl, and succeeded in whapping Hiei in the face with the end of his long whip like hair. Unfortunately for him, Hiei grabbed the end of his pony tail and yanked down hard on it, forcing Kurama to land on his ass with a loud thump.
“That’s cheap,” Kurama looked up out the corner of his eyes to see chuckling at him, but got up quickly, pulling his hair out of Hiei’s grip.
Hiei was preparing to make another attack when he realized that the shirt he was currently wearing was getting to be uncomfortable and causing his blood to freeze. He pulled off the offending clothing in one quick smooth movement, and made to attack the other man who was blatantly staring at his newly revealed skin with obvious lust in those emerald orbs of his.
Next think Kurama knew, his face was pressed up against the cold, clammy chest in a tight headlock, but was too surprised to do anything about it. He was surrounded by Hiei’s husky scent of pine and something Kurama couldn’t put his finger on, almost like when it rains… he went weak in the knees and Hiei easily forced him to the ground, the fight completely gone from his entire body. Kurama started to rub his cheek against the cool, damp skin, unintended, of course.
“Stupid pervert,” Hiei chuckled, his chest rubbing more against Kurama's red face, “I think I win.”
“Uh huh,” Kurama nodded in a dazed state and pressed more into the shorter boy’s nicely muscled body.
“Stop that you horny idiot,” Hiei pushed the model off him lightly, “The tour bus is leaving tomorrow at 6:30 AM from the Empire’s Inn off of Route 86, room 1306. Be there at 6:00. And don’t make me go around hunting down my own slave, or I’ll have to chain you up when I get you.”
‘Mmm, sounds like fun,’ Kurama thought as he watched Hiei turn his back on him and stalked back to the large building. Cocking his head to the side, he added, ‘Nice ass.’
“Oh, and don’t bother with any clothes, I’ll take care of that.”
Kurama chuckled softly as he made his way to the limo, which had been waiting for him ever since he first arrived, "A full week with Hiei..." a strong smile never left his lips.
~TBC~