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:
7,538
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100
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A Nice Wet Dream
Chapter 6: A Nice Wet Dream
*****
Judging by the title, what do you think is going to happen?
*****
Hiei felt the slight change when someone climbed into bed with him, and was surprised by Kurama settling on top of him, littering his face with soft sweet kisses.
“What are you doing?” he demanded softly, not wanting to get caught in this position.
“Shh,” Kurama continued down to his neck, leaving it wet.
“Stop it,” he tried to push the boy in drag off, but couldn’t seem to find the strength to force the red head off of him. His shirt was suddenly gone, and a hot wet tongue was tasting every inch of his chest. It felt too good to have someone touch him like this. He hadn’t wanted to be touched in this way in such a long time, and she actually looked just like Kurama with the same red hair and large green eyes. It was probably the reason why he wanted to see Kurama in such feminine clothes, he wanted to remember that girl from that day long ago. Actually, he admitted, Kurama was prettier than the girl in the alley. “What are you doing?”
“Making you happy, Master,” Kurama tossed the long red braid over a shoulder before continuing down the perfectly muscled chest.
“Ah,” Hiei gasped quietly, but this was wrong, wasn’t it? Kurama's a guy, no matter how pretty he was. Oh, that felt good, Hiei closed his eyes, letting Kurama's hot mouth massage his chest, leaving him wet and horny.
Kurama came back up to kiss the famous rock star on the lips before licking at his neck, and biting and sucking at it.
“Mmm,” Hiei tried not to moan out loud, but his arms wrapped around the French maid’s neck, and pulled their lips together.
Kurama groaned in to the kiss as he felt Hiei’s hands work into his hair, reaching for the end of the braid, and pulling it free. The long, flowing locks now loosened draped around the two boys. The scent of roses wafted in the air.
“You smell so good,” Hiei growled, ravaging the other man’s lips.
“Mmm, and you smell very good, too, Master, but I wonder how you taste,” he left a nipping kiss before kissing a line to his left nipple, biting it hard, making Hiei yowl.
“Agh!”
A hot tongue lapped at the bit of flesh in apology, before going even lower, somehow managing to get between Hiei’s legs in the cramped space.
“Ah,” the dark haired boy felt as his pants were undone slowly with Kurama's teeth, the warm, light breath tickling his groin as it was exposed to air and the hungry redhead.
“No underwear, hm?” Kurama giggled, tugging the pants down just enough to free the large erection completely. “Oh, you look absolutely scrumptious,” Kurama ran his fingers lightly on the underside of the hard cock.
“Kurama,” Hiei hissed, bucking his hips forward.
“Yes, Master?” Kurama asked mischievously.
“Do it now.”
“And what would that be?”
“You know, now do it,” he grabbed on of Kurama's side locks, pulling their lips close for a soul searing kiss.
After that, there was no way Kurama could deny Hiei the release he was begging for. Flipping all of his hair over one shoulder, Kurama took the head of the pulsing cock into his mouth, suckling it softly.
“Mmngh,” Hiei kept his hand in the long hair, slowly coaxing Kurama to take more of him into the warm, wet cavern. “Hn, yeah, mm, mm,” Hiei breathed out as Kurama's sweet lips tightened around the girth of his erection, moving up and down the shaft in a slow tortuous rhythm. “Come on Kurama.”
The boy on top of him laid one hand over his right nipple while the other one started to play with the strained, pink balls.
“Ah,” Hiei arched his back off the bed as he reached his…
Hiei awoke with a sudden jerk. He was still in bed lying on his side facing the wall, but his body tensed and sweaty. ‘What the fuck was that?’ he rolled over to find large green eyes watching his curiously, and a small smirk spread over full pouty lips.
“Morning,” Kurama cooed.
“Hn,” Hiei tried to push the dream out of his mind, “What time is it?”
“Nine.”
“Where are we?”
“In the middle of nowhere.”
“Where the hell is that?”
“I’m not sure, but it has a diner,” the maid continued to smile down at him.
“Is everyone else eating?”
“No, there in the back discussing something that ‘doesn’t involve either you or me’.”
“So, why the hell are you watching me sleep?”
“You’re cute,” was all he said.
“Stop it, it’s creeping me out.”
“But I like you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“I doubt that.”
“Think what you want,” Kurama shrugged, sitting next to Hiei on the bed. “Did you know that you make noises in your sleep?”
“What?” Hiei’s garnet eyes went wide for a second.
“I wasn’t sure what you were dreaming about, but from the noises you were making, I’d like to think it was about me.”
“Yeah,” Hiei growled, “it was about you. We were fighting, and I threw you into on coming traffic.”
That earned Hiei another pretty pout from the red head.
“Hn,” he smirked.
“Hey, you two want some alone time?” Kuwabara shouted like a fool.
“Yes,” Kurama crawled completely into the bed and closed the curtain. There was the sound of cloth rumpling, “Oh, Hiei,” Kurama moaned loudly, “You’re so good, oh.”
“Um?” Kuwabara gave a confused expression.
“Get off of me you idiot,” Hiei bit the hand covering his mouth, and finally managed to get the redhead out of his bed.
“Alright boys,” Botan chirped, “time for brunch.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Hiei rolled off the bed.
“Actually, I’m tired now,” Kurama yawned with a cute little stretch, “I think I’ll just get some sleep.”
“Hn, you want anything for later?”
Kurama smiled at the accidental slip of kindness, “No thank you, I’m not that hungry anyway.”
“If you say so,” Hiei shrugged, and quickly walked off the bus and into the diner without looking back at the boy in drag who curled up in his bed. He didn’t even notice how Kurama seemed to lavish in the sweet smell of his bed.
“Wake up you stupid maid,” Hiei shook Kurama almost violently.
“Mmm,” Kurama stirred slowly, moving sensuously, stretching in Hiei’s bed, showing more and more leg as he wormed about the bed.
“Get up, we’re at the hotel.”
“No, you come down here,” Kurama grabbed Hiei with amazing speed, and pulled him down in to the bed, cuddling close to the compact man.
“Get off of me,” Hiei growled.
*****
“Ungh.”
“Ah.”
“Erg.”
“Oh.”
“Ngh!”
“Come on, Hiei.”
“Agh.”
“Almost there.”
“Ngh.”
“Ah… 98… 99… 100.”
“Hn,” Hiei plopped down on the ground with the redhead still straddling his back in the tight little maid’s outfit.
“Wow,” Kurama's hands moved to Hiei’s shoulders, “That was impressive.”
“Kurama… you’re crushing me…” he breathed heavily.
“Oh, sorry,” the model got up on his knees, and started to knead into Hiei’s strong back.
“Mmm,” the shorter boy moaned lightly, followed by a purr.
‘Oh god, that’s hot!’ Kurama shouted in his head.
“Lower,” he moaned.
“Your wish is my command,” Kurama mumbled before grabbing Hiei’s round mounds of pure muscle.
Hiei jumped, “That is not what I meant.”
Kurama just giggled.
“Get off of me,” he demanded, but Kurama just made to grip at his tensed shoulders again. “Mngh,” he groaned, relaxing.
“Do you really do 100 pushups every day?” Kurama ran his fingers over Hiei’s neck, pressing into them lightly.
“No… I usually do about 300, but I normally don’t have someone on my back.”
“I thought you’d like that,” he commented innocently.
“Hn,” he started to fall asleep under the caressing hands.
There was a sudden knock at the door, “Hiei, Kurama, put your clothes back on,” Botan shouted from the other side, “We have to get to that meet and greet signing today.”
“Okay,” Kurama retorted, “just a minute, I can’t seem to find my underwear.”
A short silence followed by a couple of loud giggles, by the sounds, it was Botan and Keiko.
“Shut up,” Hiei jumped Kurama, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Brub ur boo mrrngig?”
“What?” he slid his hand off of the other’s mouth.
“What are you doing?” Kurama asked again, sliding his arms around the other’s waist with a sexy little smirk, “not that I’m complaining.”
Hiei glared down at the other boy, realizing their positions of him laying over the other male, and scampered off as quickly as possible, and growled, “Get ready.”
“Hm,” Kurama continued to stare up at him with the sexy grin, running his tongue over his red, luscious lips slowly.
With another frustrated growl, Hiei ran into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
‘Stupid redhead,’ he thought as the steaming hot water ran down his back, ‘How does he make me so…so… so?’ Another wave of pleasure ran through his body just at the thought of the beautiful model.
‘What the hell, Kurama's a guy… a very pretty guy who happens to be more beautiful than any other girls I’ve met, and looks even better in a dress… but he’s… he’s so… damn forward…’
“Master,” Kurama knocked at the door.
“What is it?”
“Do you need help washing your back?”
“Do you really think that I’ll say yes?”
“It’s worth a shot…”
“…” Hiei shook his head, hoping Kurama took the hint, and thanking god he had locked the door.
“So, was that a yes?”
“No!”
“So, no?”
“Yes!”
“If you say so,” Kurama pouted on the other side of the door, but Hiei could hear the redhead chuckling on the other side of the door. "Hiei, can I ask you something?"
"What?" he asked frustrated.
"Why do you have those bunny ears in your suitcase?" He barely heard the bass player give an evil chuckle on the other side of the door.
*****
Costume bunny ears, just in case you didn't get it.
~TBC~
*****
Judging by the title, what do you think is going to happen?
*****
Hiei felt the slight change when someone climbed into bed with him, and was surprised by Kurama settling on top of him, littering his face with soft sweet kisses.
“What are you doing?” he demanded softly, not wanting to get caught in this position.
“Shh,” Kurama continued down to his neck, leaving it wet.
“Stop it,” he tried to push the boy in drag off, but couldn’t seem to find the strength to force the red head off of him. His shirt was suddenly gone, and a hot wet tongue was tasting every inch of his chest. It felt too good to have someone touch him like this. He hadn’t wanted to be touched in this way in such a long time, and she actually looked just like Kurama with the same red hair and large green eyes. It was probably the reason why he wanted to see Kurama in such feminine clothes, he wanted to remember that girl from that day long ago. Actually, he admitted, Kurama was prettier than the girl in the alley. “What are you doing?”
“Making you happy, Master,” Kurama tossed the long red braid over a shoulder before continuing down the perfectly muscled chest.
“Ah,” Hiei gasped quietly, but this was wrong, wasn’t it? Kurama's a guy, no matter how pretty he was. Oh, that felt good, Hiei closed his eyes, letting Kurama's hot mouth massage his chest, leaving him wet and horny.
Kurama came back up to kiss the famous rock star on the lips before licking at his neck, and biting and sucking at it.
“Mmm,” Hiei tried not to moan out loud, but his arms wrapped around the French maid’s neck, and pulled their lips together.
Kurama groaned in to the kiss as he felt Hiei’s hands work into his hair, reaching for the end of the braid, and pulling it free. The long, flowing locks now loosened draped around the two boys. The scent of roses wafted in the air.
“You smell so good,” Hiei growled, ravaging the other man’s lips.
“Mmm, and you smell very good, too, Master, but I wonder how you taste,” he left a nipping kiss before kissing a line to his left nipple, biting it hard, making Hiei yowl.
“Agh!”
A hot tongue lapped at the bit of flesh in apology, before going even lower, somehow managing to get between Hiei’s legs in the cramped space.
“Ah,” the dark haired boy felt as his pants were undone slowly with Kurama's teeth, the warm, light breath tickling his groin as it was exposed to air and the hungry redhead.
“No underwear, hm?” Kurama giggled, tugging the pants down just enough to free the large erection completely. “Oh, you look absolutely scrumptious,” Kurama ran his fingers lightly on the underside of the hard cock.
“Kurama,” Hiei hissed, bucking his hips forward.
“Yes, Master?” Kurama asked mischievously.
“Do it now.”
“And what would that be?”
“You know, now do it,” he grabbed on of Kurama's side locks, pulling their lips close for a soul searing kiss.
After that, there was no way Kurama could deny Hiei the release he was begging for. Flipping all of his hair over one shoulder, Kurama took the head of the pulsing cock into his mouth, suckling it softly.
“Mmngh,” Hiei kept his hand in the long hair, slowly coaxing Kurama to take more of him into the warm, wet cavern. “Hn, yeah, mm, mm,” Hiei breathed out as Kurama's sweet lips tightened around the girth of his erection, moving up and down the shaft in a slow tortuous rhythm. “Come on Kurama.”
The boy on top of him laid one hand over his right nipple while the other one started to play with the strained, pink balls.
“Ah,” Hiei arched his back off the bed as he reached his…
Hiei awoke with a sudden jerk. He was still in bed lying on his side facing the wall, but his body tensed and sweaty. ‘What the fuck was that?’ he rolled over to find large green eyes watching his curiously, and a small smirk spread over full pouty lips.
“Morning,” Kurama cooed.
“Hn,” Hiei tried to push the dream out of his mind, “What time is it?”
“Nine.”
“Where are we?”
“In the middle of nowhere.”
“Where the hell is that?”
“I’m not sure, but it has a diner,” the maid continued to smile down at him.
“Is everyone else eating?”
“No, there in the back discussing something that ‘doesn’t involve either you or me’.”
“So, why the hell are you watching me sleep?”
“You’re cute,” was all he said.
“Stop it, it’s creeping me out.”
“But I like you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“I doubt that.”
“Think what you want,” Kurama shrugged, sitting next to Hiei on the bed. “Did you know that you make noises in your sleep?”
“What?” Hiei’s garnet eyes went wide for a second.
“I wasn’t sure what you were dreaming about, but from the noises you were making, I’d like to think it was about me.”
“Yeah,” Hiei growled, “it was about you. We were fighting, and I threw you into on coming traffic.”
That earned Hiei another pretty pout from the red head.
“Hn,” he smirked.
“Hey, you two want some alone time?” Kuwabara shouted like a fool.
“Yes,” Kurama crawled completely into the bed and closed the curtain. There was the sound of cloth rumpling, “Oh, Hiei,” Kurama moaned loudly, “You’re so good, oh.”
“Um?” Kuwabara gave a confused expression.
“Get off of me you idiot,” Hiei bit the hand covering his mouth, and finally managed to get the redhead out of his bed.
“Alright boys,” Botan chirped, “time for brunch.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Hiei rolled off the bed.
“Actually, I’m tired now,” Kurama yawned with a cute little stretch, “I think I’ll just get some sleep.”
“Hn, you want anything for later?”
Kurama smiled at the accidental slip of kindness, “No thank you, I’m not that hungry anyway.”
“If you say so,” Hiei shrugged, and quickly walked off the bus and into the diner without looking back at the boy in drag who curled up in his bed. He didn’t even notice how Kurama seemed to lavish in the sweet smell of his bed.
“Wake up you stupid maid,” Hiei shook Kurama almost violently.
“Mmm,” Kurama stirred slowly, moving sensuously, stretching in Hiei’s bed, showing more and more leg as he wormed about the bed.
“Get up, we’re at the hotel.”
“No, you come down here,” Kurama grabbed Hiei with amazing speed, and pulled him down in to the bed, cuddling close to the compact man.
“Get off of me,” Hiei growled.
*****
“Ungh.”
“Ah.”
“Erg.”
“Oh.”
“Ngh!”
“Come on, Hiei.”
“Agh.”
“Almost there.”
“Ngh.”
“Ah… 98… 99… 100.”
“Hn,” Hiei plopped down on the ground with the redhead still straddling his back in the tight little maid’s outfit.
“Wow,” Kurama's hands moved to Hiei’s shoulders, “That was impressive.”
“Kurama… you’re crushing me…” he breathed heavily.
“Oh, sorry,” the model got up on his knees, and started to knead into Hiei’s strong back.
“Mmm,” the shorter boy moaned lightly, followed by a purr.
‘Oh god, that’s hot!’ Kurama shouted in his head.
“Lower,” he moaned.
“Your wish is my command,” Kurama mumbled before grabbing Hiei’s round mounds of pure muscle.
Hiei jumped, “That is not what I meant.”
Kurama just giggled.
“Get off of me,” he demanded, but Kurama just made to grip at his tensed shoulders again. “Mngh,” he groaned, relaxing.
“Do you really do 100 pushups every day?” Kurama ran his fingers over Hiei’s neck, pressing into them lightly.
“No… I usually do about 300, but I normally don’t have someone on my back.”
“I thought you’d like that,” he commented innocently.
“Hn,” he started to fall asleep under the caressing hands.
There was a sudden knock at the door, “Hiei, Kurama, put your clothes back on,” Botan shouted from the other side, “We have to get to that meet and greet signing today.”
“Okay,” Kurama retorted, “just a minute, I can’t seem to find my underwear.”
A short silence followed by a couple of loud giggles, by the sounds, it was Botan and Keiko.
“Shut up,” Hiei jumped Kurama, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Brub ur boo mrrngig?”
“What?” he slid his hand off of the other’s mouth.
“What are you doing?” Kurama asked again, sliding his arms around the other’s waist with a sexy little smirk, “not that I’m complaining.”
Hiei glared down at the other boy, realizing their positions of him laying over the other male, and scampered off as quickly as possible, and growled, “Get ready.”
“Hm,” Kurama continued to stare up at him with the sexy grin, running his tongue over his red, luscious lips slowly.
With another frustrated growl, Hiei ran into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
‘Stupid redhead,’ he thought as the steaming hot water ran down his back, ‘How does he make me so…so… so?’ Another wave of pleasure ran through his body just at the thought of the beautiful model.
‘What the hell, Kurama's a guy… a very pretty guy who happens to be more beautiful than any other girls I’ve met, and looks even better in a dress… but he’s… he’s so… damn forward…’
“Master,” Kurama knocked at the door.
“What is it?”
“Do you need help washing your back?”
“Do you really think that I’ll say yes?”
“It’s worth a shot…”
“…” Hiei shook his head, hoping Kurama took the hint, and thanking god he had locked the door.
“So, was that a yes?”
“No!”
“So, no?”
“Yes!”
“If you say so,” Kurama pouted on the other side of the door, but Hiei could hear the redhead chuckling on the other side of the door. "Hiei, can I ask you something?"
"What?" he asked frustrated.
"Why do you have those bunny ears in your suitcase?" He barely heard the bass player give an evil chuckle on the other side of the door.
*****
Costume bunny ears, just in case you didn't get it.
~TBC~