Memories of a Life Long Passed

(AN: Translations- Itai: Means pain or it hurts. Sort of like the english “ow”. Also, the Makai is the demon world.... Pretty sure you knew that, but just in case.)

Chapter 5

My Turn




After a few minutes of silence and hardly any movement from Hiei, Kurama thought the fire demon had fallen asleep, but when he looked up he saw that ruby eyes were glinting dangerously at him. The little demon lifted Kurama’s chin, dragging the kitsune so he was close enough to kiss.

“If you thought that would be all I was up for, then you’ve under estimated me kitsune.” Hiei’s now gruff voice whispered.

Hiei brought Kurama’s lips to his own. Hungrily he kissed them, keeping his hand firmly on Kurama’s chin. The kitsune didn’t try to resist or pull away, instead his hand found Hiei’s limp member and started to stroke it to life. Softly the shorter demon trailed the tips of his fingers over Kurama’s back, relishing the softness of the youko’s skin.

Slowly Kurama maneuvered his body so that he was eventually laying on top of Hiei. The kitsune’s hardness rubbed against Hiei’s thigh as he moved, bringing the jaganshi out of his blissful thoughts.

“No.” Hiei wrapped his arms around the youko’s neck and rolled over, taking Kurama with him. Not giving Kurama enough time to protest, he nipped underneath the kitsune’s chin. A quick in take of breath was enough to get Hiei to smirk and continue to nibble down Kurama’s throat. Hiei’s hands weren’t idle as he enjoyed the taste of Kurama’s flesh, they rubbed down the kitsune’s sides then gripped firmly at his waist. The youko unconsciously bucked his hips, rubbing his hardness against Hiei’s.

Deciding that he liked that feeling, Hiei grinded his member against Kurama’s, earning a moan from the kitsune. As he continued to rub against Kurama, the jaganshi nipped at the tip of Kurama’s chin then nibbled along his jaw line. Kurama turned his head to the side, allowing Hiei more access to his neck. The youko’s hands caressed and scratched rhythmically at Hiei’s back, in unison with their moving hips.

Releasing his firm grip on Kurama’s waist, Hiei slid his hand underneath the kitsune’s neck and roughly tilted his head to the left. He leaned forward and bit at the tender skin between Kurama’s shoulder and neck. Kurama moaned, arching his back a little. The kitsune’s grinding took on a desperate edge. Hiei growled against Kurama’s neck, releasing the trapped flesh to smirk down at his lover. Uttering a complaint at the sudden stopping of Hiei’s hips, Kurama peeked open an eye.

“Not yet kitsune.” Hiei whispered before capturing Kurama’s lips in a demanding kiss. He had to hold down the some-what angry kitsune’s hips as he tried initiating the pleasureful friction between the two. The fire demon nipped at Kurama’s bottom lip. “Patience...”

In long, torturously slow licks Hiei made his way down Kurama’s body, stopping every now and then to nibble on the tasty flesh. By the time Kurama was ready to shove the little demon down and take him, Hiei had arrived at his intended target. Cautiously he ran his tongue over the tip of Kurama’s length in one quick lick. Kurama moaned, closing his emerald eyes. The fire demon enjoyed the feeling of being the one to cause such beautiful expressions from the gorgeous spirit fox, so he continued.

Tentatively at first he licked at his lover’s member, then became a little more bolder as Kurama’s moans got louder. At the same moment he reached up to tweak Kurama’s nipples he took the tip into his mouth. The kitsune groaned and thrust his hips upward, making the length go deeper than Hiei was ready for. Hiei gagged and moved away, coughing a little.

Kurama winced, offering his hand to his new lover. “I’m sorry Hiei.”

The shorter demon peered closely at Kurama. His eyes were droopy and filled with lust. Breathing came in quick pants and the kitsune’s other hand was gripping the sheets tightly. Hiei pushed the hand back down to the bed. “Feh. Like there’s something to be sorry for... Just stay still.”

Kurama grinned up at his friend. “That’s easier said than done, but I’ll try.”

Hiei nodded and moved back to Kurama’s knee. The red head had one arched while the other laid flat on the bed. The fire demon kissed the top of Kurama’s knee then nibbled down the leg and inner thigh to the weeping member. Taking a deep breath in, Hiei engulfed as much as he could of Kurama’s length into his mouth. Kurama’s hips twitched but did nothing more than that as he moaned loudly and gripped the sheets even tighter.

In slow movements Hiei started to bob his head up and down, mimicking what he could remember of what the red head had just done to him. There wasn’t much to it, so Hiei got bored and started to improvise. He bared his teeth, dragging them down the kitsune’s length.

Kurama hissed and grabbed Hiei’s head with both hands. “Itai! NO teeth please. They’re far too sharp.”

“Sorry.” Hiei tried saying around Kurama’s member.

“It’s okay... Just don’t do that as hard as you did before.” Kurama smiled and relaxed a little more as he took in what the sight before him: a slightly flushed fire demon that had his hands kneading Kurama’s inner thighs and was suckling softly at the his length. It was the most intoxicating scene he’d observed yet. “That’s the only complaint I have, you’re doing great,” he said softly.

A small amount of color tinted Hiei’s cheeks. When the youko released his head, Hiei resumed the slow bobbing of his head, getting used to the texture and taste of his lover. After awhile of doing that Hiei noticed Kurama’s hips rocking a little faster than the jaganshi’s movements. Taking the hint, Hiei sped up and held back a smile as Kurama’s knuckles whitened.

“Hiei... stop.... Hiei....” Kurama tried warning the fire demon as he felt close to his climax, but the little demon ignored him. The youko tensed for a second then cried out as pleasure spread through out his body. Hiei made a face but did manage to swallow the kitsune’s seed. When he was convinced that Kurama had finished, he crawled up to the red head’s chest then collapsed. Almost nonchalantly Hiei draped an arm over the kitsune’s stomach. Kurama wrapped his arms around Hiei’s shoulders, holding him close to his body. In a rare tender moment Hiei nuzzled his head under Kurama’s chin, then fell still.

“Hiei?” The kitsune yawned. All he got in response was a light snore, which reminded Kurama that he too needed a rest. Thoughts of repercussions for the morning’s actions could be put on hold for a short nap. With a sigh that was almost a purr Kurama drifted off to sleep, keeping a firm grip on the little demon in his arms.

~oOo~

“What was that Kuro?” The fox spirit taunted as he walked parallel with the road. It had been a long week of travel for the two thieves since they had done their last hit on that small village.


The dark haired demon scowled, keeping a few feet behind Kurama. The kitsune had pounced him almost twice a day for the length of their trip. Not that he was complaining, rolling around with the silvery thief was one of Kuronue’s favorite past times. It was just that he had yet to get the better of Kurama. His pride cried out for him to find a way to wipe the smug grin off Kurama’s face, and to do so soon.

“As I was saying, we can pawn off a few of these trinkets that we acquired from that hit in Shinimaki. After we have enough supplies we’ll use this,” he pointed to his pocket where the cloth head band laid, “to find something bigger and better to steal.”

Kuronue snickered, absently playing with his necklace. “Or just something shiny... Youko’s and their obsessions, I don’t know wether to think it’s cute or wonder for your sanity.”

The kitsune narrowed his eyes dangerously at Kuronue. “I don’t steal things because they’re shinny.”

“No? Then why is your den filled with shiny things you’ll never need or use?”

“Feh, why are bothering me with something so petty? Besides... There are things in there that might be useful later on.”

Leaning up, Kuronue nipped at one of Kurama’s ears. “All this time thinking you were a kitsune, when you’re really just a pack rat. Heh.” Kuronue swaggered down the road, not bothering to glance back at the youko behind him.

“You will pay for that remark.” At Kurama’s feet vines sprouted and shot towards the oblivious Kuronue. “Revenge is sweet.”

~oOo~

“G’day sur how can dis humble demon surv-“

”Cut the crap.”

The demon that had been bowing in front of them snapped it’s body into an upright position. “Jeeze, what’s your problem?” All traces of the demon’s accent were miraculously gone. “So? What do you want?”

“I want to trade these in.” Kuronue tossed a bag on to the table nearest to the shop keeper. “No,” the dark haired demon grabbed the shop keeper’s wrist when he turned to take the bag to the back of the store. “You can appraise them here.”

“What’s the matter, don’t trust me?” The short and balding shop keeper sneered.

“As a matter of fact, no we don’t.” Kurama impatiently stepped up to Kuronue’s side. “Look stumpy, we’re in a hurry. If you don’t want to be missing a few fingers then I suggest you appraise our items fairly then give us the money.”

The little shop keeper blanched, opening the bag as he smiled nervously up at the two more powerful demons. “R-right, I always price my costumers fairly.”

Kurama sneered elbowing Kuronue in the ribs. “See, you just have to know how to talk to them.”

Kuronue shook his head, not taking his eyes off the demon as he looked through their bag. He had learned his lesson a few years ago when he tried to take his loot to a shady man. The man was supposed to buy anything and at high prices, but what Kuronue learned was to not take his eyes away from the deal until it was done. The shady man had bought every item Kuronue brought to him, but when the dark haired demon looked through what the man was buying, he found several pieces missing. And not long after, pieces of the man were missing also. Kuronue shifted his wings impatiently. He wasn’t about to complain about the lessons he had learned, and that last one had built up his reputation.

Kurama’s tail swished slowly, a movement that Kuronue found to mean that the youko was bored. Ten minutes had passed already and Kuronue shifted his weight from one foot to the other. All that walking had taken it’s toll on his already worn boots. As much as he hated shopping with the kitsune, he was going to need new shoes.

“Ah! A perazy gem... Quite rare.” The short shop keeper nearly shook with excitement. “Where on Makai did you find this?”

The youko yawned and shrugged. “I don’t remember. Are you almost done?”

The shop keep nodded. “Yes. From what I saw in there the whole bag is worth ten thousand gold. Which is pretty generous, if you ask me.”

Kurama and Kuronue glanced at each other. Kurama shrugged so Kuronue held out his hand. “Now, if you please.”

“Right, hold on... I can take the bag with me now, can’t I?” At Kuronue’s nod the shop keeper dragged the bag of various stolen goods behind a counter then retrieved a box out from underneath a tile. “Here you go, all ten thousand.”

“Nice doing business with you, I’m sure if we’re in the area we’ll bring you some more things.” Kuronue said as he walked out of the store with Kurama.

The kitsune snickered. “We are going back for the rest of that money, aren’t we?”

“Heh, and possibly steal back what we just gave him.”

“Nice. I knew there was more than one reason I like working with you.”

Kuronue raised an eyebrow. “Should I ask?”

“Not unless you’re an exhibitionist. I can tell you later, after we book a room some where.”