CHICKEN

CHICKEN

Knightess

DISCLAIMER 

Yoshihiro Togashi owns the characters and
events of Yu Yu Hakusho - I simply manipulate them for your
viewing pleasure. This scene is set the same night the Spirit
Detectives booked into the Kubikukuri Hotel, before the first
round of the Dark Tournament (Ankoku Bujuutsukai). 

Emerald gaze froze, eyes wide in disbelief.
It couldn’t be. No, the scent that wafted so deliciously
into the senses was actually of some exquisite Makai cuisine and
not…

“Chicken! All right!” Kuwabara
squealed as he tossed aside the cover tray, revealing a small
portion of mixed vegetables arranged at the side of juicy…
succulent…luscious…thick strips of…

Kurama’s mouth watered, pink flicker of
tongue brushing along pale lips. It had to be chicken,
didn’t it. Kurama quickly bit his lip and swallowed hard.
His subtle yet intense actions didn’t go unnoticed by the
masked individual, whose upward glance caused Hiei’s
attention to also fall on Kurama.

“Doush’ta?” At the blunt
query Kurama’s emeralds snapped up from the appetizing dish
and nervously locked on Hiei.

“N…nothing,” Kurama
stuttered. His futile efforts to cover himself only resulted in a
deep glare from ruby eyes, narrowing in suspicion. Kurama yelped
suddenly as a plate dum dumped into his lap. Before he could
prevent it, the silver cover was pulled off. That same delicious
scent of freshly cooked chicken floated upwards, setting
Kurama’s senses on fire.

“Dig ‘n! Fhis s’uff’s
grea’!” Kuwabara mumbled through mouthfuls of chicken.
Kurama hastily pushed the plate back on to the table, porcelain
rattling as it collided against polished wood. Standing, the
crimson-haired kitsune scurried backwards like a frightened
kitten.

Kuwabara swallowed hard and stared blankly
at the unnerved teen. In fact all three sets of eyes were now
staring at Kurama in pure confusion. Their intense silence was
interrupted only by the quiet snores of the still-sleeping
Yusuke.

“I…I…I’m just not
hungry,” Kurama stammered.

“But Kurama you haven’t eaten all
day!” Kuwabara’s tone rose in protest.

“Ah…well…” Kurama smiled
nervously, as he began to navigate the sofa, targeting his and
Hiei’s bedroom door. “I’m not feeling well. So
I’m afraid I will have to bid you all goodnight and engage
in an early night’s rest.”

The door clicked shut behind Kurama’s
retreating form, leaving three warriors staring perplexedly.o:p>

“What’s with him? Ah well,
can’t let good food go to waste.” Kuwabara’s
attention returned to the untouched feast before him. He reached
out for the dish. Suddenly he yelped as a sharp pain struck his
hand. Hiei released the fork upon impact and swiped both his and
Kurama’s dishes with lightning speed.

“These are mine.”

~@~@~@~

A soft moan issued from pale lips, emerald
eyes opening in narrow slits. Registering the darkness of the
hotel bedroom, Kurama moaned again and rolled onto his side.
Glowing blue digits of the bedside clock read “10:28.”

“Only three hours?” Kurama
mumbled, breathing in the room’s delicious odour. Emerald
eyes snapped wide.

[Oh no. Not in here,] Kurama groaned
internally as the scent again overwhelmed him, stomach churning
noisily with hunger. He bolted upright, determined to maintain
control over himself.

[I’m going to find that chicken and get
it out of this room. That’s all.] An expert sense of
smell was called into action, delicate nose twitching ever so
slightly as it worked on tracing the scent. It was close –
very close. Actions became slow and methodical so as not to
interfere with the pursuit. Ser fer fingers delicately parted the
linen, elegant toes brushing the soft carpet. Kurama rose in
almost slow motion, moved forward a few s ans and sank to his
knees.

Hiei’s bed. It was on Hiei’s
bed!

[Ok now all I have to do is…]
Kurama’s mind trailed off as he leaned over the meal, the
tantalizing odour of succulent, tender chicken overwhelming all
sense of reason. Kurama’s mouth watered, pink tongue again
sweeping along soft lips. A plaintive mew issued from Kurama as
he became unable to stop himself from slowly closing in on the
delicious appetizer below. Soft lips barely grazed the avian
flesh before dual rows of perfect white teeth snapped shut around
the tasty morsel. Kurama fiercely attacked the evening meal,
lustily sucking and savouring each tender strip before hungrily
gobbling it down. After devouring all the meat, Kurama licked
desperately at the juices still coating the dish.

“Heh, how very interesting.”

Kurama’s head snapped up, his breathing
turning to heavy panting. Hiei sat motionless on his bed, back
against the wall, one leg folded flat on the mattress, the other
pulled up to his naked chest, something balancing on that
knee…Kurama forced his eyes to focus on the flat, round
object, but could distinguish nothing more than its shape in the
darkness.

“Why?” Kurama growled between
pants, his tone a mixture of anger and humiliation.

Hiei laughed coldly.

“I heard the only aphrodisiac that will
work on a Yoko to a point of submission, is chicken. It is said
that Yokos will keep away from it at all costs for their Yoko
pride. Seeing you pale over dinner tonight made me want to
determine if the rumours were true or not.”

Kurama shook his head lazily.

“Not for pride &#
se
self-control…” His voice trailed as the familiar odour
refilled the air.

“Brought down to this level by a stupid
garden bird. Yes, I imagine self-control would be an issue.”
Hiei reached for the plate balanced on his knee and plucked one
of the chicken pieces. He slowly and deliberately dangled it in
front of Kurama who tried to swipe it instantly. With a strong
speed advantage, Hiei managed to keep the meat out of the
fox’s reach.

“Answer me,” commanded the fire
demon. “How do you avoid eating it in the human world if
it’s one of their favourite meals?”

“I tell them I’m allergic to
it,” replied a husky whisper. Kurama was rewarded with the
desired portion of avian flesh. He moaned as he gently slid his
tongue up his prize, wet tip gently brushing Hiei’s fingers.
After initial savouring, the strip was quickly devoured. Hiei
selected another piece.

“When was the last time you did
this?”

“The first time – when I found out
the effect was even greater on me as a human,” Kurama
whispered breathlessly. “When I hit human puberty, three
years ago.”

The promised reward was dangled a lot closer
to Hiei this time, forcing Kurama to half-climb onto the bed in
order to claim his prize with the same zest as before.

Hiei smirked. Deliberately he picked the
final morsel from the platter and tossed it into his own mouth.
Kurama’s reaction was instantaneous. In a split second
he’d locked lips with Hiei’s, fiercely ravaging the
smaller demon6;s 6;s mouth. Hiei released a muffled groan but
refused to liberate his portion. Frustrated and desperate, Kurama
pressed his entire self against Hiei, savagely deepening the
physical exchange.

Slender fingers rapidly brushed up and down
Hiei’s arms, the feathery touch quickly sweeping across the
strong build of the fire demon. Hiei moaned as light fingertips
caressed his nipples. He smiled at the desperate display of
persuasion playing over his bare chest, and decided to reward the
treatment. He slipped the chicken piece through his teeth and bit
it in half.

A small purr issued from Kurama as he
received his share. Taking it into his mouth, he parted from
Hiei. Emerald eyes half-lidded, the purr growing louder. Hair
flowed like crimson silk as Kurama threw his head back, fully
revealing his creamy throat. He moaned wildly as he sucked all
juices from his morsel before chewing it methodically.

Hiei smiled, thoroughly heated by this
erotic show before him.

“I’ll have to remember this
strange little fetish of yours,” he murmured, gently
brushing the back of his hand against Kurama’s cheek.
Swallowing the final piece, Kurama’s attention turned to
Hiei’s fingers. Soft pink tongue flickered around those
small digits, lapping up the final traces of chicken juices.
Unsatisfied, the crimson-haired kitsune again dove to capture
Hiei’s mouth. Twin emeralds closed as the kiss was met with
equal passion. Kurama moaned, gently urged to lie down against
the soft quilt.

Suddenly Hiei withdrew. Emerald eyes snapped
open. A possessive arm locked around Hiei’s retreating form.
Hiei gasped but then glared at Kurama.

“What do you think you’re
doing?” he growled.

“You didn’t think…you could
just back down, did you?” Kurama managed between intoxicated
breaths, still “inebriated” beyond all usual Kurama
reasoning.

Hiei’s reluctance was starting to melt
as Kurama’s lips grazed his, the gentleness of the contact
filled with a deeper lust and longing.

“You hand-fed me chicken, Hiei,”
Kurama groaned. “Now finish it, damn you.”

The strong implication and deep huskiness of
Kurama’s tone caused Hiei to release a guttural moan. His
lips were again locked in that passionate duel. Distracted, he
barely felt slender fingers entwining themselves with his belt
buckles.

Hiei broke the kiss, shoving Kurama back. A
hand clamped painfully around Hiei’s forearm and threw him
down on to the bed.

“Kisama,” he growled as he was
pinned on his back. He glared up into Kurama’s eyes and
froze. Emerald had turned to gold.

“Who are you?” A slight waver
betrayed Hiei’s fear. Kurama smiled with a slyness Hiei had
never seen before. Ruby eyes narrowed.

“Get off.” The low threat only
amused Kurama more.

“You wanted to know what happened to me
when I eat that ‘stupid garden bird’. You already knew
the consequences. Now–” Kurama nipped Hiei’s ear,
“ – it’s time to reap what you’ve sewn, even
if you don’t like what has sprouted.” 

Kurama raked his nails down Hiei’s
chest, tearing through skin. Hiei bit his lip, trying to silence
himself. Lapping blood from the scratches, Kurama allowed his
free hand to wander downwards and knead Hiei’s throbbing
manhood. The mixture of searing pain and massaging pleasure
caused Hiei’s resolve to waver. An involuntary sigh escaped
from Hiei’s lips.

Kurama shredded Hiei’s pants, leaving
more crimson marks over his thighs. Hiei cried out sharply. He
tried to push the fox away from him, but his half-hearted efforts
only made it easier for Kurama to roll him and bind his hands
against his back. Kurama ripped his own clothes away and tossed
the material shreds aside. He lay down on Hiei, pinning the fire
demon.

Hiei groaned as he felt Kurama’s hard
erection press into him. Writhing, he tried again to knock the
fox away.

“Shh,” Kurama soothed. From the
remnants of Hiei's clothing he retrieved a small tube of lotion
he knew Hiei used for small abrasions. Coating himself and
Hiei’s entrance, Kurama thrust hard into Hiei.

Hiei screamed, tears trickling down his
cheeks.

“Stop it!” His voice broke with
the plea. The pain dulled slightly, replaced by the whisper of
soft kisses against Hiei’s neck. A firm hand grasped him,
pumping his member to hardness. Gradually Hiei lost focus, his
mind reeling with a burning desire.

Kurama’s thrusts resumed, Hiei
willingly pushing himself against his captor. Hiei cried out
again as Kurama bit into his shoulder. Still the pumping on his
shaft remained constant, the line between pleasure and pain fast
blurring with each hard stroke.

A deep moan issued from Kurama. He panted
uncontrollably, his pace quickening. Soon he and Hiei’s
moans and gasps intermingled, both panting wildly.

“Higher, higher,” Kurama chanted
as his climax neared. Hiei could feel it – an internal
caress under Kurama’s hand growing softer, lighter, yes,
higher. The pumping grew faster, making that caress seem
impossibly sweet. Numbness engulfed it.

Hiei cried out as he climaxed. In the brief
moment Hiei tensed, Kurama was sent over the edge, spilling into
Hiei. Kurama gently removed himself from Hiei, sending tiny waves
of spasms through both of them.

Exhausted, Kurama collapsed next to Hiei.

“Kurama?” Hiei examined the
sleeping kitsune, affectionately placing a hand against
Kurama’s cheek. Hiei smiled.

“So Yoko Kurama finally shows his true
colours. Guess I’ll have to do some better planning next
time.” With that thought in mind, Hiei curled up against
Kurama and drifted to sleep.

~@~@~@~

“Ooh-ow,” Kurama moaned, trying to
ignore the painful lump beneath him. His fingers wove under his
body and grasped the small nuisance. Retrieving it, Kurama
brought the object to his face. He finally convinced his eyes to
open and focus on it.

The source of his pain was a smooth
pearl-like stone, blan apn appearance and cool to touch. His
tired mind finally produced an answer.

[A tear gem?] Kurama tried to raise himself
when he realised the warm mass slumped over his chest. Emerald
eyes widened. Kurama’s mind became a flurry of confusion as
he fully took in the sight before him.

[Hiei… we’re sleeping in the same
bed… naked... with Hiei’s tear gem…]

Kurama shook his head, hoping to clear the
sudden headache.

[I swear I will NEVER take another bite of
chicken again!]

~OWARI~

11
April 2004