Writer's Block

Writer's Block
By: CrimsonFox
Disclaimer: Not mine (I had something more original, but I'm tired of rewriting it)
Warning: YAOI, boy/boy lovin'! Don't like, don't read

Thanks goes to everyone who reviewed, I had little messages to all of you who reviewed the last chapter, but this stupid thing won't post them for some reason.

So, for the fifth attempt at posting...

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Nighttime Antics
(The continuation of 'Writer's Block')

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“Ah!” Hiei’s back arched off the floor beautifully and he reached his climax once again by the work of his lover.

“Hiei!” Kurama filled the smaller man with his seed, “H-Hiei.”

The writer laid against the floor, catching his breath once again as a veil of crimson hair spread across his chest and Kurama rested his head on his muscled stomach.

“So good,” he murmured, nuzzling the bellybutton he was now resting by, kissing just below it.

“Hn,” Hiei smirked down at mass of red, running a hand through it, “Kurama, go to bed. I have a few more pages to write for tonight.”

“I’m too comfortable.”

“If you don’t move right now, I’ll be forced to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk right for a month. Actually, that sounds like a good idea. I should do that,” he smirked as Kurama grumbled about a negative answer before moving back and heading to their bedroom.

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There was a cool breeze that marked the night a warm fall. Golden red leaves played under the pale moonlight, whirling about one another in a beautiful dace. The wind blew lightly into a condominium complex, playing through thick, dark curtains before landing over a gorgeous sleeping body.

The dark shadow slid between the crack in the doorway, and slunk up to the half naked man sprawled on the silken bed sheets. His crimson eyes ran over the pale figure. Such lovely, smooth skin that glowed in the soft moonlight just didn’t seem humanly possible. The silk robe reached half way down the boy’s muscled thigh. Since he mostly stayed in the condo, he rarely put anything else on. The ties must have come loose in his sleep, because his muscled chest was bare to the viewer’s hungry eyes.

The short figure allowed his satin robe to slip down his arms to the ground silently, and he crawled slowly in the large bed with his younger lover. It had been months since the two first met, and they enjoyed one another night and day for the first week, and after that Hiei managed to write what became his most popular book ever. His editor claimed it to be the most scintillating book he’d ever written, filled with one hot, steaming sex scene after another. Finally the two started to talk a little, and Hiei found that he actually liked the redhead, and was willing to keep him close by his side if not under him, though Kurama had probably become accustomed to being on top, tonight was the night that he learned his lesson. He had allowed the redhead to be seme for the past while, but now his hardening cock was aching to be on top again.

“Mm,” the beauty moaned as he dreamily felt lips start at his ankle and move up to the outside of his thigh. Rough fingers brushed against his hipbone as his robe was moved aside so Hiei’s lips could continue their hungry travel.

He couldn’t really see very much, but his arousal was leading him to parts of the redhead that he had yet to explore. Actually, he was impressed that he hadn’t fucked the young boy’s brains out, but Kurama had been a virgin before they met, so he was going to take his sweet time deflowering the beautiful man. Allowing his fingers to travel up the inside of Kurama's thigh, Hiei took the other man’s half hard member into his hand as he continued tasting the tender skin of the slim hip.

“N,” another groan escaped the full lips as he bucked into the pleasure giving fingers, the calluses only increasing the amazing feel. He let out a soft moan and put up no resistance as Hiei’s hands asked him to roll over.

“So perfect,” Hiei murmured softly into the rounded ass before he nipped at the flesh lightly.

Kurama whimpered and panted, but continued on with his sleep.

“Hm,” Hiei nuzzled one of the butt cheeks, kissing the muscled mound, “You’re mine tonight.”

The moaning became louder when Hiei buried his nose in the ass crack, tentatively licking the virgin entrance.

“Oh,” Kurama pressed more into the wet and waiting mouth. It was very new to him and a little awkward, but the pleasure was definitely overriding the embarrassment of someone’s tongue inside his nether regions.

“Kurama,” Hiei climbed up the taller body as he quickly grabbed the lube he had been saving for this moment, “Kurama, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for a month.”

“Hiei?” an emerald eye opened to look back at the writer on his back.

“Shh,” he kissed a pale shoulder, which had escaped the confines of the robe, “relax.”

“Hiei,” he groaned again, pulling away slightly, “Please, no.”

“Kurama,” Hiei pulled the redhead hard against him so he could feel his arousal against his lower back, “Stop fighting me. You know you want this,” he continued pressing his now slick finger into the tight passage.

“Oh,” Kurama arched into the hand. It did feel good, he had to admit that, but the idea of Hiei’s aching member inside of him made him feel a little weird.
“I’ll be gentle,” he trailed kisses down Kurama's arm as he pulled the sleeve away from the tempting skin.

“No,” his pleas became pathetic little gasps as he was penetrated slowly and tenderly, “don’t.”

“Hm, but you’re so willing,” he continued to slide his middle finger in as far as he could into the tight passage.

“N…no, ah, Hiei,” the soft, alto voice begged breathily.

“Kurama,” he asked cockily, “do you really not want this?”

“H-Hiei, s-stop…”

This surprised him a little, and he started to pull his finger out.

“S-stop, and I’ll kill you.”

“Hn,” he smirked again, and shoved his finger up the hole a little more harshly than he originally meant to, but Kurama was definitely enjoying it.

An almost animalistic groan escaped the redhead’s throat, and Hiei knew that he finally found the beautiful man’s prostate.

Not being the type to let a man cum without fully studying his lover’s facial expression, Hiei slipped away and forced Kurama on to his back. Settling between the long, thin legs, Hiei ran his callused palm along the inside of the milky thighs, hungrily watching as Kurama's member continued to bounce while the young man twisted and moaned when his lover’s thumbs brushed his sacs.

After being sure that the redhead was completely relaxed, Hiei returned to preparing the nice, tight entrance leisurely sliding his middle finger back into the tight ass.

“Mngh,” Kurama arched his back, and tried to pull away when a second finger was added.

“Relax, muse, relax, and it won’t hurt after a while.”

“How long is a while,” he asked, his eyes closed tightly, and tears forming at the corners.

“Shh,” he ran a free hand over the tense abs, and leaned into kiss the hardened member’s head, “just relax, okay?”

“Hiei,” he whimpered at the awkward pain.

“You’ll like it,” he promised before taking the tip of the sex into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide over and around the head.

“Oh,” the pleasure was definitely over riding the pain.

“Hm,” Hiei moaned around the member, his free hand still stroking Kurama's stomach lovingly.

“Ah,” that vibration had Kurama seeing stars. He had always felt too good when Hiei did that.

“Calm down, not yet,” he pulled away to nuzzle the long member.

“H-Hiei,” the redhead barely managed to pant as his lover found the bundle of nerves.

“There we go. How do you feel now?”

“Hot,” was all he could figure out in his pleasure fogged mind, “too hot.”

“Mm, that’s too bad,” he pressed his third finger into the tight heat, “Because I have a feeling you’re going to get a lot hotter.”

Kurama pressed more into the bed so he had leverage enough to have the fingers deepen their caresses into him.

“I told you you’d like it,” Hiei sat up straight so he could apply lube to his painfully hard member. He had wanted to be rock hard when he entered the young man for the first time.

“Writer,” Kurama's nickname for the shorter man escaped his lips as he finally managed to open his eyes to see Hiei stroking himself, and slicking cock with the scented lube.

“Yes, my muse?” he smirked as he lifted the long legs over his shoulders and Kurama crossed his ankles behind Hiei’s neck.

“I,” he felt the heat rising in his cheeks, “I…l-need you… now…” he silently cursed himself somewhere past the sex-muddled part of his mind.

“Relax,” Hiei went back to his slow stroking of Kurama's tensed abs.

“My writer,” Kurama gripped at the headboard above him as the tip of Hiei’s weeping cock brushed against his puckered opening, sending electrical sparks up his spine.

“My muse,” Hiei gripped at the bedding on either side of Kurama's lithe torso as he slowly entered the tightness slowly.

“Mngh,” Kurama cringed a little.

“Sorry, love,” he couldn’t help but admire the way the robe fell open all over the redhead’s perfect body, revealing small portions of the flawless body.

“What?”

“Hn?”

“What did you call me?” a glimmer of wonder floating in his deep emerald eyes.

“Hn,” Hiei smirked, “my love.”

“Hiei,” he smiled so beautifully that Hiei nearly came on the spot… well, he was almost on the spot, just a few thrusts and he found the prostate and had Kurama bucking wildly underneath him.

“Hm.”

Kurama arched, feeling the hot mouth on his chest while Hiei grumbled something about him being too tall. If he thought he could be coherent, Kurama would have made a snark comment.

He hated being unable to reach the redhead’s lips so he could engulf the pleasurable cry he would create when he came in just a few more thrusts. Knowing his lover’s actions, Hiei pressed all the way in to the heat while wrapping his callused hand around the arousal just before Kurama screamed, releasing his seed all over Hiei’s sweaty chest.

“Agh,” Hiei felt the walls of Kurama's anus close in around him and he was able to pull off two more thrusts before coming in the tight ass.

“H-Hiei, h… Hiei, I love you,” he finally admitted, holding the novelist as close to his slick torso as possible.

“Hn, and what is an author with out his muse,” he used the last of his energy to crawl up Kurama's body and kiss him on the lips softly before giving into the sleep that called for him after such an amazing orgasm.

“Mm,” Kurama kissed the top of Hiei’s head, knowing that they were going to be very gross in the morning, but not caring at this point and time. He was too comfortable under the weight of his beloved writer.

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THE END

I might write another part to this now that I've had to post it almost five times now, but we'll see...