If They'd Been Human

Messages! (If you don't want to read skip straight to the 5*s)

To SweetMisery1: I've liked Yu Yu Hakusho ever since I fisrt saw it... probably about 5 or 6 years ago, I think, but I didn't really get into it until that picture of Hiei sitting on the wall with Kurama's arm around his chest, and well, you know where that led. As for the why no one aske for their money back, I make the assumption that if you're desperate enough to pay for sex... *shrug*, and it's Kurama, who would turn down Kurama? Well, I'm more of a Hiei fan, but that's besides the point.

To starlindakirara: I do have to appologize/warn you that Hiei will be uke the first time, but that has a bit to do with the story of his life, and the importance it is that he feel for Kurama and the past treatments he's had in life, but you'll see what I mean, I hope... Um, he become seme later, though, if that makes you feel better.

To the rest of you, and you two above: Yay! Thank you! Keep reading, and if you have any questions, please feel free to post them, because I wrote this a while ago, and I don't know what was going on in my head, but I've had to make quite a few changes in the story line for the thing to make the slightest amount of sense, and since it was made up in my mind, I'm sure that a lot of it only makes sense there...

Anyway, sorry, I'm rambling, on to the story!

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Chapter 4: Getting to Know You

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On the way to Kurama's place, Hiei noticed that the area seemed to get even more dangerous than his neighborhood. It was poorly taken care of, the front yards to the few rundown houses that they passed were either overgrown with weeds or completely desolate with no life, and there were a few that looked more like garbage heaps than something that led to someone's living quarters.

Kurama continued to pester Hiei about why he lived alone in such a tiny apartment, and after about ten minutes Hiei couldn’t take it anymore, and explained that he had the same past as Kurama, except a bit more twisted…

“My father was robbed and killed by some teenage punks on his way to the hospital to get my mother after I was born. My mother became a drunk who beat me everyday and became addicted to cocaine and gambling… After she had lost all of her money at the casino, she hooked up with some drug dealer. They found her the next morning, raped and dead. She had over dosed on that shit. I was sent to live with my uncle, but things didn't go very well there, either.”

“Oh,” Kurama bit his lip, “I’m sorry.”

“Hn, it’s not like you could do anything about it.”

“Well, I shouldn’t have made you tell me.”

Hiei shrugged, “If I really didn’t want to tell you, I wouldn’t have.”

Kurama remained silent until they came to a large building that seemed somewhat like the abandoned storage building. Holding on to Hiei’s hand, Kurama led the shorter boy through the blackened corridors they went through at least five doors and up some stairs through some other doors and up another set of stairs.

When they reached what he thought might be Kurama's room, the redhead let go of Hiei’s hand, “Wait here,” he told the boy in the black shadows. Hiei didn’t even hear as Kurama melted into the darkness of the room. There was a soft click and a dim light filled the large rather desolate feeling room. In the middle of the room there was a mattress with many blankets, and a nearby side table with a bunch of neatly folded girls’, boys’, leather, and school clothes. On the table sat a glistening glass vase with a single rose in it. Nothing else, not even the bare minimum. A small kitten came up to Hiei, rubbing against his leg, purring softly.

“Umm,” picking up the tiny cat, which Kurama said he called Youko, Hiei looked around the large but empty room, but his gaze fell upon the only thing that seemed to have any life in it, the rose that seemed to glow.

“Can’t say I’ve had enough time or money to decorate,” Kurama chuckled as he started peeling off the girly clothes.

Hiei turned away as soon as possible, but it was too late, the bright red cheeks were too hard to miss even in the dim glow the dying lights that surrounded the nearly empty room were casting over the almost dismal area.

Kurama's smile widened, “You’re such a gentleman.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, Hiei, relax,” Kurama continued to pull off his skin tight skirt, “Every man and woman I know would have jumped me by now, whether they were gay, straight, or bi.”

“Then you’ve met a bunch of ass wipes,” Hiei growled, but kept his eyes on the floor.

Kurama stopped, somewhat stunned, and studied the dark figure closely. Thinking that he was done dressing, Hiei made the mistake of turning around to find the way more than half naked beauty staring at him. He had a perfect body, lightly toned muscles showing through his pale skin that glowed as much as the rose. Hiei’s eyes fell on Kurama's long legs, perfect and strong.

“Oh shit,” Hiei dropped Youko and fell to the ground in a crumpled pile, his hands covering his nose, but failing to stop the blood. (Sorry, Japanese humor, gotta do it)

“Heh, heh, I see I found myself another pervert.”

“Shud-ub,” he said through his nose, “It’d nod my fauld dat your da oned standin’ dere half naked.”

Kurama just laughed as he pulled on a pair of fitted jeans and another button up shirt, this one a deep green.

“Consider yourself lucky, I’ve charged at least a hundred dollars for half of what you’ve seen.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Hiei stood suddenly heading for the door, wiping away the last of the blood.

“Hang on. You’ll get lost,” Kurama grabbed his wallet and his school uniform and ran to catch up with the short teenager, “Hiei!”

“I’m not a pervert,” Hiei sulked keeping his back to the red head, making his way out of the building accurately.

“Oh, come on, I was just kidding with you.” 'Oh no, he’s going to tell me not to follow him… he’s so mad.'

“Just…”

'Please don’t turn me away.'

“…hurry up.”

Kurama's heart leapt for joy as he jumped almost onto Hiei’s back, throwing his arms around the small form from behind. The shorter boy froze up at the feeling of such… such warmth, it surrounded him in that comforting embrace. He was definitely not used to being touched like this. It felt different… good…. but different.

“Oh, sorry,” he pulled the sweet embrace.

Hiei held back a whimper and fought the yearning to pull those lithe warm arms around him again. Instead, he just bit back his moan of disappointment and made for the exit of the dark building.

“Market’s this way,” Kurama pulled on Hiei’s hand.

“Hn,” unconsciously, Hiei’s hand wrapped its small callused fingers into Kurama's, intertwining their fingers.

Kurama had to look down at their hands just to make sure that his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. He gave Hiei a heart warming smile, nearly making Hiei melt again.

It wasn’t until the couple arrived at the store that a thought came to Hiei, “Do you even know how to cook?”

“Umm, sort of, I slept with a cook every now and then,” Kurama thought back, “He used to be one of my…”

The air around Hiei suddenly grew hot.

“Umm, he taught me a few things,” he ended quickly, “So what do you like? You eat meat, right?”

“Yeah. I’m too poor to be too particular.”

“I know you like chicken ramen,” he giggled, and Hiei went a little pink as he remembered the thick tongue filling his mouth for the first time, “So, let’s go with roasted chicken… You’re oven does work, right?”

“I guess… I’ve never had to use it.”

“Great,” Kurama laughed, tightening his grip on Hiei’s hand.

*****

About half an hour later, Kurama was in Hiei’s kitchen, and Hiei was serious when he said that he hadn’t used the oven, but besides it being a little dirty, it worked well enough, and the beer filled fridge now had things Hiei had never really cared for… like vegetables.

'He is really cute,' Hiei finally admitted to himself leaning in the doorway as he watched Kurama with his bright red silken tresses tied up into a cute messy ponytail as he worked on getting the chicken marinated, along with making biscuits, mashed potatoes, and corn, 'All he needs now is a pink, frilly apron.'

When the beauty put the pan with the biscuits into the oven, Hiei had to tilt his head to the side a little to get a better angle on Kurama's ass, but was caught.

“Hiei?” Kurama giggled at the flustered look on Hiei’s face, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, why don’t you go take a shower before we eat. You’re a little too dirty to eat just yet.” His bright green eyes twinkled mischievously.

The raven haired boy gave a questioning look.

“Do it, or I’ll have to give you a nice hard spanking.”

Hiei eyes grew wide, and walked back to the bathroom, and did as he was told.

*****

Kurama was just putting the finishing touches on the table’s presentation when Hiei came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his deep red towel wrapped over his hips. A small whimper escaped Kurama's lips as his eyes raked over every inch of Hiei’s body. His mouth and mind were completely unable to form plausible words. He'd been with every type of man and woman, short, fat, muscled, tall, ugly, pretty, you name it, but Hiei... he was everything that Kurama could wish for; the strong, broad shoulders, smooth, chiseled chest, six-pack abs, and strong legs. Now all he needed was to see under that blasted towel.

“Ow!” Kurama threw the match to the ground.

“You okay?” suddenly Hiei was standing next to him holding his hand, examining the injured finger for anything serious.

“Uh-umm…” Kurama let out his breath in a ragged ramble as he lost himself in the luscious expanse of Hiei’s muscled chest and abs.

“Hn. Who’s the pervert now?”

“Huh?” the red head asked rather idiotically.

“You’re bright red, and you haven’t taken your eyes off my body since I came out of the bathroom.”

“Oh, um…” Kurama finally focused on his hand, “Ow!”

“Come on, I’ll take care of this and then put some clothes on.”

“Aww, do you have to?” he pouted.

“What? Take care of your finger of put on clothes?”

“Which do you think?” the red head ran his unhurt fingers up and down Hiei’s bared chest, sending chills through Hiei’s body.

Gaining controls of his hormones, Hiei managed to say, “Okay, you can fix your own wound.”

“Hey.”

“Heh, you’ll be fine you wuss,” Hiei scoffed, and turned for his bed room.

Kurama let his head fall a little to the side, Great ass, and went back to work lighting the few candles he had managed to scrounge up from somewhere.

After setting the food on the table, all he had to do was wait for Hiei to finish getting ready. As soon as the door creaked open a centimeter, Kurama was ready to pounce. He took the smaller boy nearly slamming him into the wall, and showered him with a thousand kisses. Once again, Hiei found himself against a wall with those soft warm lips all over his face, but this time they were accompanied by long, nimble fingers up his shirt.

“Mmm,” neither of them knew which one it was in the dark, candle-lit room.

“Let’s eat,” Kurama pulled away with a smile, licking his lips. He was nowhere near as breathless as Hiei.

Hiei followed the taller boy to the nicely decorated table, finding great smells with delicious food set in plates, making Hiei’s mouth water. The instant that the chicken touched his tongue Hiei decided that he wanted a homemade meal as often as possible… watching Kurama was just a bonus.

“How is it?” Kurama grinned over the candle light.

With only a nod, Hiei stuffed even more of the mashed potatoes and corn into his mouth, which made Kurama smile, satisfied that he’d made Hiei happy, before he started eating from his own plate, gingerly.

After losing paper scissor rock, Hiei was forced to clean the dishes, but Kurama helped him anyway, drying the dishes after Hiei washed them. Hiei then settled in front of the TV for a cigarette, focusing on the news as closely as possible just to get the red head, who had decided to announce that he was going to take a shower, out of his perverted mind.

Purposely taking forever, the squeaky clean Kurama slid out of the bathroom clad only in his boxers, and found a pretty little dark haired boy sleeping on the couch with a burnt out cigarette in his mouth. His eyes ran over the perfectly shaped body and the black dragon tattoo running up Hiei’s right arm.

“Hiei?” the soft alto voice whispered, and when he got no answer, opened the black jean clad legs, and kneeled between the muscled thighs, trying not to disturb the sleeping beauty. With a smile, he pulled the fully smoked cigarette from those thin lips, and then leaned over to kiss his cute tummy before pressing his lips to the zipper just over Hiei’s crotch.

“Mmm,” he shifted a little with his eyes still closed, pressing his hips more into Kurama's face, “Your cooking tasted really good.”

“Nothing I could ever make,” his green eyes sparkled as his nimble fingers started opening the top of Hiei’s black jeans, “would ever taste as good as you,” he licked the drowsy boy’s crotch.

“Huh?” Hiei fully woke up, “Wh-what the-? St-stop that! Wh-what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m just thanking you,” he kissed the black boxers under the pants, “my kind prince charming,” he tried to pull the pants all the way down, but Hiei jumped out of his grasp and about three feet in the air.

Kurama lunged for Hiei again. Their scuffle went all the way around the room, and didn’t end until Hiei was sitting on Kurama's stomach, holding those smooth hands with his callused ones above Kurama's head, the bright red hair fanning out around his beautiful face.

“You can be seme if you want. That’s fine with me,” Kurama smiled, and Hiei just realized that their faces were barely an inch apart.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s alright if you want to be on top.”

“Huh?”

Finally, it dawned on him, “You’ve never had sex!” he stated rather crudely, his green eyes wide with laughter and amusement. He started laughing uncontrollably, rolling on to his side in laughter, Hiei shifting his sitting position so he was sitting on Kurama's hip.

“If you’re just going to make fun of me just because I don’t sleep around,” he stood suddenly, leering down at the giggling redhead, “then you can go back to that abandoned warehouse you call a home.” As soon as he said his piece, he stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, already regretting what he’d just said to the stunned Kurama.

A minute later, a somber boy slowly entered the dark room seeing the bundle of Hiei on the bed.

“Hiei?”

No answer.

“Hiei, I’m sorry… it’s just that, well, I don’t get to know too many good people in my line of work… I just thought it was funny that the first person that I’d really wanted to be with was a virgin.”

The slightest movement from under the sheets told Kurama that Hiei was listening to his apology.

“C-can… Um, Hiei? Can I sleep with you? I just want to hold you… Is that okay?” he watched as the lump in the bed squirmed over a bit, giving him enough room on the small bed to climb in and wrap his arms around Hiei’s slim waist, holding the strong back to his chest. Embracing Hiei, Kurama drifted off comfortably into dream world.

*****

“Mmm, did you know that you purr in your sleep, baby?” Hiei awoke to a husky whisper softly blown in his ear.

“So warm,” the shorter boy curled more into Kurama's body, wrapping one of the boy’s arms over his body.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while. It’s nice to be in a real bed without having to worry that the guy or girl will suddenly get horny and play with me in the middle of the night.”

“Hn, the bed’s too small.”

“I like it. Means I have to be closer to you for us to fit.”

“Hn.”

“Hiei, what time is it?”

Hiei pulled the alarm clock on the side table to face them, but his groggy eyes couldn’t make out the bright red numbers.

“7:39!” Kurama jumped out of bed, “Oh no, if we don't hurry we’re going to be late.”

Hiei just curled back into his comforting ball of sheets.

“Come on, baby,” Kurama pulled at Hiei’s shoulder, “We have to hurry to get to school.”

“No,” he mumbled, “I’ll meet you there later.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want,” he left a butterfly kiss on the half sleeping boy’s lips, “I’ll see you then. Hey, why don’t you come for my break, fourth period?”

Eventually, probably around two hours later, Hiei managed to drag himself out of bed and over to the fridge, still wrapped in one of the bed sheets. Opening the fridge, Hiei dug further into the back to drudged up a bottle of beer, opened it quickly with his faithful bottle opener magnet, and brought the neck of the bottle up to his lips. He knew Kurama would be on break in about an hour, and it took him about fifteen minutes to walk to the school… he still had thirty minutes to get drunk before he had to get cleaned up to go…

~TBC~