Executive

Executive
By: CrimsonFox
Rating: NC17
Warning: Boy x Boy
Disclaimer: I don't own Hiei or Kurama (unless you count the plushies), nor any of the other YYH characters

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Chapter 6: Truth and Lies

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“Hiei, why do you keep pushing me away?” he straightened himself, “I understand that you’re new to this, but you…”

“Kurama… no… I… I did some research on you.”

“You what!”

“I’m sorry, but I had to know…”

“So you found out…?”

“You’re just a child.”

“So what? You look like one.”

Hiei growled.

“I’m sorry,” he bowed his head.

“Do you know how much trouble I could get into for doing what we’ve already done?”

“Then why stop?”

“If we get caught I’ll be in jail, and you’ll be sent back home.”

“Oh…”

“You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“...Okay,” Kurama kept his head low, unable to look Hiei in those gorgeous, exotic eyes of his.

“Kurama,” Hiei stood in front of the redhead, who hadn’t moved since he went to go change.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured softly, “You could have gotten into a lot of trouble if…”

“It’s okay,” he ran a hand through the irresistible ruby mane, “I do care for you, Shuichi, but… it can’t go further than that…”

“I’ll be legal in just over a year,” he captured the rough hand in his own, “and then… and then I can move in with you, and we can…”

“It’s time for bed, Kurama,” he pressed a thumb to the luscious lips, staring at them intently before jerkily bending forward to leave a soft kiss, “Good night.”

“Good night,” he smiled softly, and went to the bedroom, and enjoyed the lingering scent of Hiei in the large, soft bed.

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“Kurama, get up,” the business man nudged the redhead in his bed, “wake up, I have to go to work soon.”

“No,” he suddenly latched on to him, “don’t go.”

“You have school in an hour.”

“What?” he sat up completely.

“Well, orientation, really, you’ll be going to the school down the block, Akino University.”

“B…but how?”

“I have my ways and pulls in certain areas, but you can take a few classes and keep your jobs at the same time if that’s really what you want.”

“Hiei!” Kurama jumped into the shorter man’s arms, “Now I know I love you!”

“C-calm down, let go, I have to get to work, but here’s the spare key so you can get back in if you want to stay here after you’re done with what ever you have to finish.

“After work, I have a dinner meeting so I won’t be back until late.”

“Wait, what about the trip to Japan?”

“Your classes won’t start until a week after the trip, even if we get delayed, you should be fine.”

“Hiei,” Kurama mumbled into Hiei’s warm mouth.

“Kurama, no,” he held the teen at arm’s length.

“But Hiei,” he pouted, resting his hands atop the smaller ones on his shoulders.

“You should be getting ready. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay. Can I at least get a good bye kiss?”

“Hn, go get ready,” he rolled his eyes and walked out the door.

“Darn, so close.”

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The day had been exhausting, and the dinner meeting was longer than expected, but deals were made and debts were settled, so Hiei was finally able to go back home and hopefully see the redhead sleeping on the bed.

“Kurama?” he whispered in the dark room, but there was no one there to call to. “He must have gone to his own home…”

Stretching lightly, Hiei made his way to the drawers as he started to strip, and got ready for bed. He quickly fell into silent thought. Most of it focused around the beautiful redhead… the teenager… barely sixteen… yet, so mature and intelligent. Kurama was the most interesting person he had ever met, and had the pleasure of touching… Smooth, pale skin… silky, ruby red hair… soft, alto voice… such perfection and beauty. How dare the parents throw him out into this cruel world to fend for himself. Hiei promised that he would take care of the lonely teenager for as long as he possibly could.

‘Hiei! Now I know I love you!’

A smile slipped on Hiei’s thin lips as he drifted off to sleep.

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Kurama couldn’t help but smile as he ran a hand over the large, hard cover book. He decided on taking three classes; a biology class, a psychology, and a math class. He was never all that great at English, so he pushed that to another date. He had never felt happier as he could smell the new textbook print and all the words that he had yet to learn. He couldn’t wait for his first assignment.

“Kurama!”

“Ah, Karasu, h-how can I help you?” he slid the books back into the bag quickly.

“You had better be ready for your dance in five minutes or else,” his voice seethed from the doorway.

“Of course,” he pulled off his shirt to change into the costume of the night. The theme was jungle night, so he slid on the green thigh highs and ragged, skimpy leopard print skirt and matching cutoff top, and the dark green fishnet arm-stockings. After quickly throwing his hair into a messy ponytail and using eyeliner and dark green shadow, Kurama quickly left for the main stage, covered in vines, which other girls and a couple of guys hung from. Taking the center, Kurama did his practiced little dance. He was amazing and graceful, which is exactly why Kurama was always put in center stage for the nights…which is also why he had captured the attention of the dark haired man sitting front row center, talking with Karasu…

“Kurama, Yomi wants to talk to you,” Karasu informed, blatantly watching as the redhead changed into his normal clothing.

“What does he want to talk about?”

“He’s seen you with that business man.”

“What?”

“The little one with spiky hair…”

“What about him?”

“He wants to make a deal with you.”

“What kind of deal?”

“He’ll give you the specifics later. Now then about that show you gave… it was absolutely perfect,” Karasu flipped his hair over his shoulder as he approached and slid his hands into the thick red mane.

“Karasu, not tonight, please… I’m really tired, and isn’t Yomi waiting for me?”

“He can wait for a little bit,” he immediately went to work on chewing on the slim, pale neck.

“Karasu, not now, please,” he tried to pull away, but his arms were pinned to his body.

“Turn around,” he commanded harshly, “and hold onto the desk.”

Lowering his head in defeat, Kurama bent over the desk, letting Karasu have his way with him, which as usual was fast and painful. When he was done, Karasu lapped at the bloody scratches he had left in the previously flawless skin.

Kurama's body trembled as Karasu pulled out and away, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Yomi will be downstairs by the bar. Take him into one of the private rooms and give him a nice little dance… I think he’d enjoy your little ‘I’m a goddess’ robes.”

Kurama started cleaning himself up, “I don’t have to actually do anything, do I?”

“No more than oral if he pays well enough.”

“Yes, sir,” Kurama mumbled, applying a wet cloth to his burning ass.

“Good. I have other... workers to attend to.”

Quiet tears filled Kurama's eyes as he dressed into his white robes and made it down to Yomi with only three different men stopping him to grope him. “You wanted to talk?” he sighed.

“There you are, my red haired goddess,” he licked his lips as his eyes ran over the slim figure.

“Follow me,” his voice was tired, and he just wanted to go home and try to sleep with Hiei, but now he had to possibly pleasure the old man… he wasn’t ugly, but his looks didn’t hold a candle to the mysterious dark haired business man.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” he grabbed the long hair and started to rub against the taller man’s body.

“It’s about Hiei.”

“What about him?” he growled.

“Mm, yeah,” he murmured into Kurama's ear.

“What is it?” he demanded wanting to get this over with quickly.

“How close are you to him?”

“What does it matter?”

“I’ve seen you with him… more than an employer/employee relationship going on, correct?”

“What of it?”

“Well, I’ve been having problems with your little lover getting in my way during business propositions. He’s always getting in a word at the last minute to offer a slightly higher bid. Now I want him to pay. You are… what? Thirteen? Fourteen?”

“Sixteen.”

“Good enough. You are to seduce Hiei into bed, but I want pictures… Oh, don’t worry, no one will ever see those pictures, but I need something to hold over his head. You can stay in your line of business with out a problem.

“I’ll make it worth your while. Just name your price.”

“I… I can’t… Hiei… he’s straight.”

“Right, and the make out session Mukuro saw you two sharing was you trying to save his life with CPR?”

“He chocked on that woman’s tongue,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

Yomi smirked, caressing the soft cheek, “Mukuro failed her job, now it’s your turn to get at Hiei.”

“I… I can’t…”

“Do this and you will never have to work again.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I buy you from Karasu, and use you as my toy for the rest of your life.”

“Karasu would never sell me. I’m his best. Besides, he likes my ass,” Kurama said cockily.

“Okay, how about if I were to inform the cops about the under aged stripper and bartender. Where do you think they’ll send you? You’re still a minor…”

“…”

“I’ll give you a day to think about it,” he left a kiss on Kurama's lips before heading out the door. Meanwhile Kurama sat on the couch, considering his options. He couldn’t do that to Hiei. He couldn’t betray Hiei like this. He loved Hiei, and Hiei… Hiei was the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Kurama, what did he say?”

“He wants me to betray Hiei…” Karasu settled next to his favorite stripper.

“And what’s wrong with that? There’s nothing between you two, is there?”

“No, of course not.”

“Good,” he immediately attacked Kurama, pushing him down into the couch.

“Please Karasu, no more. I’m tired, and I just want to go home.”

“So you can study for school? I found those books and your schedule. How the hell are you affording to go to college? How did you get into one when you never even finished high school?”

“I…”

“He’s paying for it, isn’t he?” He growled, slamming Kurama's wrists into the couch, “You belong to me, Kurama. I found you on the street starving, and I saved you, now I own you, understood?”

“Y-yes, now please, let go. You’re hurting me.”

“Good, go get some sleep, you’re working tomorrow night,” he nearly spat at the redhead before leaving. That Hiei was getting in the way. Kurama had already asked for an entire week off in a month, and now Yomi was going to be asking for him to have more nights off so he could focus on his ‘mission’.

“…” he sat up, rubbing his wrists.

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“Kurama?” the familiar deep voice mumbled his name.

“Hey, Hiei,” he smiled softly, settling in the large bed.

“You’re really late,” he squinted at the electronic clock, “four in the morning?”

“Yes, it seems that I have my own late night meetings now, too,” the redhead ran a hand through the unique starburst in Hiei’s hair.

“Hn, how was orientation?”

“We’ll talk in the morning,” he kissed the child like cheek.

“Hn,” he instantly went back to sleep.

“Hiei, is it okay if I sleep with you?” when there was no negative response, Kurama slid into the bed with him, slipping his arms around the older man’s waist, kissing and nipping at the back of Hiei’s neck until he finally fell asleep, his nose buried in the spiky black hair.

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A week passed since the deal was made, and Kurama was trying very hard fto keep himself from raping the shorter man. He loved Hiei, that was indefinite, but there was no way that he was going back home. He still had a decision to make about which was more important; abusive family or no Hiei?

“Kurama, let go.”

“No, I’m tired.”

“Kurama.”

“Mph.”

“Shuuichi.”

“I’m up, I’m up,” he stretched, finally letting go of the older man, “Do you have to go to work today?”

“I have to work everyday. You should start getting ready for our trip next week.”

“Yes, right, you and me,” Kurama captured Hiei in a fierce hug, “alone in Japan.”

“Hn,” Hiei smirked, ruffling the long, bed hair.

“Hey, don’t treat me like a kid.”

Hiei only huffed, but Kurama had more in mind as he settled his lips on Hiei’s, but he pulled away quickly. “Kurama, no! I swear I need a squirt bottle to train you like a dog.”

“I’ve never been called a dog before. I’ve been called a vixen and a fox though,” he smiled coyly.

“You’re more like a little kit.”

“Hmph,” he pouted.

“I’ll see you later, okay? Don’t forget to get your things in order.”

“When will you be getting home from work?”

“I’ll be home for dinner. Do you want me to stop and pick up anything in particular?”

“No, I want to make dinner for you. I’ll show you some of the best Thai cuisine that I know… hm… I’ll have to go shopping…”

“I’ll be looking forward to that,” he left a chaste kiss on Kurama's cheek before heading out.

“Mm,” Kurama giggled softly at the warm feeling that Hiei’s thin lips always seemed to leave him with.

After taking a shower and cleaning up a little, Kurama headed out to the library to reread the cookbook at the library. It was the only day of the week that he had off and he planned to devote it to making Hiei a very nice night.

‘Not again,’ Kurama looked down at his ringing cell phone, ‘Please stop calling me. I’m not going back.’

“Let’s see… soy sauce… rice paper… tofu…” he mumbled softly under his breath as he wrote down all the ingredients. Gnawing on his lower lip, Kurama made his way to the grocery store, listening to this week’s message on his cell phone.

“Please, Shuuichi, if you just pretend to be… straight, your stepfather says that you can come back home. I am so sorry for what he did to you, and I’m even more regretful for having done nothing, but please, you are still my son, and I care for you. Please come home… I love you…” a soft sob is heard on the other line before Kurama deleted the message. He received one every week with the similar message, ‘I miss you, come home, you’re just a child who needs his mother… just pretend to not be yourself, and you can come home, I love you…’

‘How can she ask me to not be gay? She pretends to care and then she tells me that I can come home as long as I’m not myself.’

“Kurama, are you okay?” a deep voice asked from behind him.

“Oh, my, Hiei, when did you get home?”

“About five minutes ago. I became worried when you didn’t jump me the second I got in, and found you chopping that puree for the past few minutes.”

“Oh no! I must have zoned out, dinner isn’t ready yet.”

“That’s fine, I have some work to do first.”

“Okay,” the redhead approached to slide his arm over Hiei’s shoulders and hold the back of his head, giving him a long, sweet kiss.

“Hn,” the business man caught his breath before going to his computer room.

‘I must have lost my mind,’ Kurama looked down at the orange paste that used to be a carrot.

After chopping another carrot Kurama resumed in making the special Thai dinner for Hiei. Lighting a few candles he had also bought, Kurama smiled softly at the setting and went to pull Hiei to the dinner table.

“Hiei, it’s time for dinner,” he found his ‘employer’ passed out on the desk.

“Mm, I’m not really all that hungry,” Hiei sat up and stretched.

“Hiei, I’ve worked so hard to make this for you, please?” he held tightly to Hiei’s hand, and pulled him to the dining room where candles were the only light, “What do you think?”

“Smells decent enough,” he shrugged and sat down.

“You know I’ve been working on this all day. I had to go to the library, and copy all the directions, then I had to go to three different stores just to find the… Mmm,” his complaints were drowned by Hiei’s lips.

“I was kidding, it smells delicious,” he pulled away.

“Thank you,” he almost cooed.

“Hn,” Hiei smirked as his affect on the beautiful boy. It was an amazing feeling to have such an attractive person turn to putty with a simple kiss.

The two enjoyed a comfortable dinner, and settled in bed after that. After the first night that Kurama had snuck into bed after working late, Hiei hasn’t bothered to sleep on the couch or kick Kurama out of bed either, although he does have to pry the pale hands from him in the morning.

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~TBC~

Yay, another chapter posted! Please let me know what you guys think. Sorry, I'm too tired to respond to your reviews this time... man, I'm getting old at what is supposed to be 'the prime of my life'... eh, whatever, I need sleep... it's not even midnight, jeez! Night, night.