Model and the Bass

*Bowing* I'm sory that this took so long!

To answer a couple questions...

Kurama... well... I'm not really sure either. I think that his popularity and all the attention from the horny girls made him a little crazy. He starts to go back to normal for a little bit in here... mean a paragraph, but Hiei comes back and there go his hormones...

Oh, right, sorry about the grammar, I'm one of those people who have to look at their hands while they type, so I miss a lot of little things that my auto-spell check doen't get.

Well... I guess that's it... Enjoy...

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Chapter 8: Sorting

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“How are you feeling?” Hiei asked when Kurama finally came out of the bathroom.

“A little light headed,” he rubbed his head.

“Come on,” the shorter boy easily picked up the light model, and carried him to the large bed, “Maybe you should get some sleep, hm?”

“I’m feeling a little better already,” Kurama curled up into a ball on the sheets while Hiei stroked his hair, “Mm, that feels really nice,” he purred, lovingly, but Hiei pulled his hand away. “Hey.”

“Hn.”

“Hiei, can I ask you something?” one green eye peered up at the shorter boy through ruby bangs.

“What is it?”

“Why do you always wear a bandana?” he sat up slowly and ran a finger over the white cloth on Hiei’s forehead, “I thought that it was a fashionable reason, but you even wear it to bed.”

“It’s part of my religion,” he answered dryly.

“No, really,” he tried to slide the cloth away, but Hiei pulled back.

“Stop.”

“What’s the mater?”

“I- I’d rather if you didn’t see it.”

“See what? What’s wrong?” he sat up completely, and leaned on the short bass guitarist.

“It’s nothing important.”

“Hiei, if you don’t think that I’m not willing to betray your trust in me to take that bandana off in your sleep, and know what you’re hiding,” Kurama threatened.

“Who says that I trust you?” Hiei raised an eyebrow.

“Mm,” the redhead pouted as he pulled Hiei closer to him, and hid his face in Hiei’s chest. “Why do you let me touch you?”

“W-what?”

“You don’t even let Yukina touch you,” he mumbled sleepily, curling around the smaller frame, “I’ve seen the way that you flinch, but you don’t seem to care if I do it. You say that you don’t like it, but you’ve yet to actually pull away from me.”

“Hn,” was all he answered, and he just laid there. He wasn’t going to lie. He had noticed it, too. For some reason or another Kurama's touch didn’t disturb him like other’s did.

“I really like you, Hiei,” his voice was soft and relaxing, and Hiei could feel that the redhead was starting to slip into slumber.

Hiei’s hand found its way into the ruby hair again without his knowing, and he just watched it stroke the silky strands, and soon felt that he was slipping into sleep as well.

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Slight whimpering and tightening of the grip around his waist awoke the bass player somewhere in the middle of the night.

“Mngh,” Kurama pouted, and buried his face in Hiei’s chest in hopes of protection of whatever was plaguing his dreams, “Mngh, don’t… no…”

“Kurama,” Hiei tried to rouse him, but the redhead was too deep in his dream to be awoken.

“Please,” a tear slipped down his cheek.

“Kurama, wake up,” he shook Kurama's shoulders as best he could due to their position.

“Hm?” bleary jade eyes opened to meet worried ones, “Morning, Hiei,” he yawned sweetly.

“Actually it’s still barely one in the morning,” he brushed the sweaty bangs out of the heart shaped face.

“Oh, then why did you wake me up?”

“I think that you were having a nightmare,” he looked down at the redhead who was still cuddled to his chest.

“Was I?” he blinked.

“I guess I was wrong, go back to sleep,” the bass player placed a hand on Kurama's cheek.

“Hm,” Kurama snuggled closer, “I’m not that tired anymore.”

“Well I am, so let me sleep,” but the feeling of wetness where Kurama had buried his face made him take another look, “Kurama?”

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?” he tried to lift the beautiful face, but Kurama held tighter.

“Nothing.”

“Look at me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Since when do you not want to look at me?” that earned him a soft laugh, and the model raised tear-filled emerald eyes up to meet concerned rubies. “That’s better, now tell me why you are crying.”

“I want to. I’ve heard that crying is a good stress reliever.”

“Bullshit. Is that the same answer you give to people when they ask why you don’t like to let your food actually digest?”

Freezing for a second, Kurama hid in Hiei’s side, burying his face between the warm body and the warmed bed.

“Kurama,” he moved away, but Kurama followed, not wanting to face Hiei. “Will you stop that? It’s weak to hide, now sit up and look at me,” he demanded.

“I like you a lot,” he sat up slowly, but kept his head down so his hair covered his face.

“Look, Kurama, there can’t be anything between us. We can’t be together the way you want us to.”

“Why?”

“It’s hard to explain, but we just can’t.”

“It’s because I’m a guy, right?”

“No, it has nothing to do with that,” and that was what was scaring him.

“Hiei, Hiei,” he pulled at one of the callused hands, and rubbed his cheek on it. His heart was beating faster as he leaned in closer, this moment had been in his dreams since he had first seen Hiei in the alley. This was the man who had saved him from life on the streets, which was as far back as he could remember. Hiei was his first good memory, and now he would be able to express it to Hiei. It was barely a brush of lips at first before Kurama pressed their lips together with more pressure.

Hiei, on the other hand, had never been more bewildered. He had never been that attached to either men or women. He had felt attracted to a few women that he met during their tour, and they had felt the attraction to his money, and tried to take advantage of it all, but Kurama… He was a strange man, and it confused the hell out of him. He wanted to hold Kurama in his arms for a long time, and it felt right, which confused him the most.

“Kurama, stop,” he finally pulled away, leaving the redhead feeling cold.

“Mm,” he tried following, but Hiei held him at arm’s length.

“I told you to stop.”

“I thought you were going to stop treating me like a slave.”

“I am, this is how I treat everyone.”

“Hm,” Kurama pouted, but stopped trying to force himself on the shorter boy, and laid out on the bed.

“Don’t act like such a spoiled child,” he rolled his eyes as he leaned back in bed, his hands behind his head.

“I’m not,” he was suddenly buried in Hiei’s chest again.

“What was in your dream?” he pulled at the convenient side lock, “Who was hurting you?”

“Someone I left behind a long time ago,” his bottom lip quivered, and a crystal tear slid down his cheek before Hiei reached up to wipe it away with his thumb.

“Then let it go,” he whispered into Kurama's ear softly, tickling the little hairs on his neck, “He’ll never hurt you again.”

“It’s no fair, Hiei,” the redhead slowly laid his head on the bass player’s chest again, “You’ve already found some of my darkest secrets, but I don’t know any of yours.”

“Of course you do,” Hiei ran a hand through the silken strands, “You know that I can’t even stand the feel of my own sister’s touch.”

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“She’s my own flesh and blood. I was raised with her, and I still flinch whenever we touch.”

“Do you know what made you feel that way?”

“No. I can feel your breathing. You’re tired, sleep.”

“No, I want you to open up,” Kurama insisted, but his eyes were getting heavier, and he could barely move.

“In the morning, sleep now.”

“Hm,” he cuddled closer, and fell back asleep whispering, “I really like you, Hiei. I just want you to know that.”

“Hn,” Hiei nearly scoffed at the idea. No one liked him. They liked things about him, mostly his money, but no one was supposed to like him.

“Why do I keep dreaming about you?” he asked softly when he was sure that the redhead was asleep, “Why is it that when I close my eyes you’re the first one I think about? I have you in my head, and you won’t get out.

“I’m trapped in your seduction. Just like you planned, I’m in your hands now. You want me? Come and get me. I have no fight left to guard against you.”

Words over flowed through Hiei’s mind as he looked down at the redheaded beauty. As slowly and quietly as possible, Hiei slid from the warm bed and grabbed a pad of paper and pencil. Soon he had almost a dozen pages filled with words of love and heart, but mostly confusion.

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“Hiei?” Kurama sat up in bed alone.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Hiei settled in the bed next to the redhead, “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Mm, you,” he fastened himself on to Hiei suddenly.

“Sorry, that’s not on the menu,” he shoved the hotel menu in his face.

Giggling softly, “Darn,” he looked over the menu, “Um, some fruit would be nice.”

“Let me try this another way… I like guys with some meat on them,” he smirked.

“I’ll have the Denver omelet with pancakes and toast and bacon and a large glass of orange juice,” he had never really been given a chance to eat whatever he wanted. Even after he had earned enough, his manager immediately put him on a strict diet of no carbohydrates and next to no fats. He thought he lived in the future for a little while with all the vitamin pills he had to take instead of real food. Another dream come true because of Hiei, a real meal with actual food… Mm, taste…

“There we go,” he kissed Kurama on the forehead. He had written three songs that night, almost all of them revolving around the ruby haired angel. He had to do something to show his appreciation.

“Mm,” Kurama giggled like a happy little girl under Hiei’s caresses.

“So you’ll eat it all?” Hiei asked, picking up the phone to order as he received the confirmation of the very giddy model in his bed.

“Mm-hm,” he nodded enthusiastically as he rested his head on his chest, rubbing against it lovingly.

“Yeah,” he ordered from the desk, “I’ll have the steak and eggs, with toast… will you stop that?” he tried to push the redhead off, but Kurama held on tight. “Argh, a Denver omelet with pancakes toast and bacon… a glass of orange juice and a coffee. Yeah… just put it on the room tab, okay?”

After hanging up Hiei let out a heavy sigh, “Kurama, you don’t love me, okay? You just can’t. It’s not how this is supposed to go.”

“Hiei, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he pulled the bass player back into bed, and the two laid next to each other; Kurama staring at Hiei and Hiei staring at the ceiling.

“I’m not supposed to like guys.”

“What does it matter? You like me, don’t you? That’s all that matters.”

“You don’t know anything about me. Why the hell do you feel that you love me?”

“I feel and I know that I love you, because you have changed my life so much.”

“I don’t think that our music is that inspiring.”

“You really don’t remember me, do you?”

“What are you talking about?” he finally turned his head to look into deep green eyes.

“Wait one moment,” he jumped off the bed to rummage through the bag that he had taken with him on his week long vacation, “Here,” he pulled out an old, black leather wallet.

“What is this?”

“You gave it to me… a few years back… I used to live on the street…”

“Hn,” he actually smiled.

“What?” he tried not to gasp, “Do you remember?”

“I remember,” he nodded, “I thought you were a girl.”

“I get that a lot.”

“Hn,” he held the wallet Kurama offered him, “So… you’re ‘her’?”

“I guess so. It seems that subconsciously you knew that. With all those clothes you have for me, I’m amazed I didn’t think of it before.”

“And here I thought I was trying to torture you.”

“Nope, you were trying to tell yourself who I was. Face it, Hiei, you fell in love with me years and years ago,” he had his hands on either side of the bass player’s head, steadying himself so he could lean in and kiss the thin, rough lips. It was nothing like he had dreamed of, but it wasn’t bad… just different.

Hiei pulled back, licking his lips. That was not what he had expected. A rush of blood flooded his cheeks, which made Kurama smile softly, kissing the blush tenderly.

“I’m guessing that you like me, too?”

“Hn,” Hiei shrugged, but this earned him another volley of kissing attacks.

“Mm,” Kurama fully rested his body on top of Hiei, “When do we have to leave?”

“We set the plan back a few hours. They’re fixing up something in the stage that we’re playing at. So we don’t have to go for another few hours.”

“Good,” he nuzzled Hiei’s neck.

“The food’s here.”

“How do you know?” he had been to focused on hiei that he blocked out the rest of the world.

“They knocked,” he rolled his eyes trying to get the horny boy off of him.

“Mm, they can wait.”

“You’re too skinny. Let’s get some meat on your bones,” he smirked, pinching Kurama's side.

“Will you force feed me if I decide that I’m not hungry anymore?” he threatened/teased.

“I’m not that desperate to see you a little more plump,” Hiei got to the door finally.

“See, you think I’m fat!” Kurama pouted.

“No, I don’t. Only a blind fool would think that. You are almost sickeningly skinny, I can feel your ribcage whenever you snuggle me. And you do that a lot.”

Kurama burst out laughing. He had never expected Hiei to accuse him of too much ‘snuggling’.

Hiei just shook his head as he opened the door to accept the food giving a few dollars for a tip and carted the meals to the bed. Before he could even pull off the silver cover Kurama was on top of him, ravishing his face with kisses.

“Stop it,” Hiei pulled away, holding the redhead at arm’s length, but Kurama continues his onslaught, pulling the shorter boy into a deep, tongued kiss.

Kurama pouted. He wasn’t used to not getting his way. It was usually the other way around with people vying for his attention.

“I told you we can’t do this. Think about the publicity. We’d be eaten alive.”

“But you do like me, don’t you?”

“I… I know that I have a physical attraction to you… but that’s about as far as it goes… we don’t know each other, how can you think that you’re in love?”

“I know that I love you, Hiei. Ever since I first met you, you my life has been so much better.”

“Hn.”

“Please,” he grabbed Hiei’s hands, “Listen to me. You have no idea how hard it was to live on the streets…”

“Why were you living on the streets?”

“My… mother didn’t like the fact that my interest lies in boys… but it was my step father that had finally changed the lock and left my belongings on the sidewalk…”

“Oh…” he settled on the bed next to the taller teenager.

“I guess… I miss my mother…”

“Hn, I wouldn’t know the feeling.”

“That’s right, you and Yukina were adopted… I’m sorry, here I’m telling you all my problems with my family and you don’t even have one.”

“No, I have Yukina. That’s all that I’ve needed in the past.”

“You’re lucky.”

“Hn,” Hiei nodded before handing Kurama the plate, “here, eat.”

“Thank you,” Kurama stared at the food. It had been too long since he last had a real meal. He devoured half the plate in the blink of an eye.

“When was the last time that you ate?”

“I’ve been on a strict diet ever since I signed the contract, and that was the day after we met in the alley.”

“So you’ve had one real meal since you lived at home.”

“Basically.”

“What is it that you wanted to be before you ended up on the street?”

“Don’t laugh, okay? I had always wanted to be a flower shop owner.”

As expected, although Hiei didn’t laugh, he did snort and gave Kurama a sarcastic smile.

“I shouldn’t have told you.”

“Hn, at least you have something that you want to be. I don’t know what I’m going to do after the band breaks up.”

“Who says that it’s going to break up?”

“I’m not stupid, these pop bands don’t last very long before the media gets tired of us.”

“I promise I won’t get tired of you, although I might try to tire you out,” Kurama smiled, covering his mouth with a few fingers in attempt to hide the food that he was still trying to swallow.

“Hn,” Hiei rolled his eyes, slowly eating his breakfast.

“Mm, good,” Kurama couldn’t help but smile, savoring the flavor happily.

The redhead had never looked happier besides when he was on top of Hiei… or under…

“Was there ever something that you wanted to be before you joined the group?”

“Besides gang leader? Nothing really.”

“You wanted to be a gang leader? What made you want to be that?”

“The fact that I was the second-in-command of one.”

“You were in a gang?”

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Heh-heh, well... yeah...

~TBC~