Wet

A/N- This is a chapter from ‘The Metal Ring’ however I am or I will be deleting all the chapters in the second half of that particular ficcy. Reason, there was no metal ring in the second half of the story. Kink, yes ~shiver and drool~ but no ring. These little lovely will be one shots.


Disclaimers- YYH not mine. The right to fuck with the characters as I see fit, all mine. Oh yes that is mine

I guess I should put on my warnings. WARNING ON this will contain a consensual rape scene with multiple partners a bit of bondage, a tad of role-play, use of toys, some hurt/comfort, and most definitely yaoi, masturbation, voyeurism. The limit of how many personas in a fuck-polygon depends solely on my imagination and their perceived flexibility. WARNING OFF. That will be all.


Time’s up!

It is a lazy Sunday. The mid-morning sun is shining warmly on a lanky figure resting on a small ordinary couch. His red hair is lightly tousled and his body is sprawled, in a seemingly impossible yet undeniable provocative manner. The sort of position a predator would arrange itself in after a grand feast. The only thing that adorns his frame is a pair of well-worn green cotton gym shorts. Which according to his mother are two stitches from being indecent and should have been tossed many years ago. However, comfort and the predictable and immediate reaction he gets form his fire demon when he wears them, are more than enough reasons to keep them.


Hiei sits on the floor leaning against afore mentioned couch, a breath away from his sprawling lover. His eyes are shut but his Jagan is wide open, to do a bit of harmless mind reading, A curious little smile seeps on to his face as he tour the mind of one particular kitsune namely, Kurama. The Jagan closes completely; he opens his eyes and starts to feast on the visual flesh buffet offered so nicely before him. Starting at the toes, his eyes work their way up smooth milky skin. Lingering for a moment on long and beautiful developed calf muscles before resting his sights on the small patch of skin which makes up the back of Kurama’s knee. His eyes walk down perfectly proportioned thigh amazed how something so sleek could possess so much raw power. He is visually licks, nibbles and sucks every inch of flesh not disrupted by material or bad angles.


"Damn" he mumbles as he readjusts himself.


Kurama can feel Hiei‘s heated gaze devouring him.


"Hnnmm." He says under his breath with an exhaling chuckle. Kurama yawns and stretches shifting his body. Arching his back, spreading his fingers and toes. "Do you see anything you want?" Kurama coos slowly gliding his hand over his own bare chest, letting his thumb nail graze just below semi-erect nipples. He drums his fingers on his stomach nonchalantly sliding his hand down a bit after each soft da da dum of finger tips on taunt torso before innocently hooking his thumb on his waist band.


"Hn" Hiei grunts somewhat displeased at himself for getting lost in the carnal thoughts of Kurama. "I can have that at any time I want." Hiei continues with a thick dose of satisfaction almost to the point of being cocky, "Because, you are mine.” He places one finger on Kurama's smooth inner thigh, making the half human squirm deliciously, as his finger travels upwards. " I do not wish to indulge in you right now." He state evenly before stopping mere centimeters from Kurama crotch.


"Hmmm really?" Kurama asks as he maneuvers his leg off the couch. Placing Hiei between his thighs and in perfect view of a happily building erection. He gentle places his foot Hiei’s bent and prone limb before sliding his foot upward to softly brush the dark jean covering of Hiei's crotch. Behind a barrier of form-fitting fabric is a sizeable erection ready to strike at any given moment. "Parts of you tell me a different story, dark angel." He says finally lifting his head, meeting eye-to-eye challenging him. Hiei shakes his head, snorts a dismissal, and tries to get up to leave. "Stay."


"I have things to do."


“And one of them should be me.” Kurama growls in a childish pout "Couldn't you just do those other things a bit later," Kurama says as he slides off the couch. Keeping the demon trapped between his warm legs as he moves to the floor, knees straddling Hiei’s now outstretched legs. His green clad ass resting playfully on jean covered thighs, "and spend a little quality time with me." He finishes by placing a chase kiss on Hiei lips.


"Is sex all you think of fox?"


Kurama feigns a look of virginal innocence. "No. That is not all I think about."


"Right." Hiei says tapping the strip of cloth covering his Jagan. His hands reach up into his mate’s hair pulling Kurama closer for a proper kiss. "Half hour." He whispers on Kurama parted lips.


"That all I need." Kurama mumbles back as the tips of their noses touch
.

Lips touch softly for a moment as thier pink tongues slipping out tasting each other. Warm sweet breath tickles wet lips as tongue dance and play. Teeth pull and tug as mouths suck feverishly on lower lips. Kurama invades Hiei mouth, no gentle push of tongue tip asking for entrance, but with animalistic abandonment he thrusts his tongue inside and proceeds to fuck Hiei orally. Saliva travels down chins making them glisten. Hiei forcefully shoves his fingers into the fox’s mouth giving his own self a chance to breath. Hiei gasps for a moment as he recovers from tongue and face raping. He then watches in amazement as Kurama‘s tongue swirls sinuously around each digit. Kurama moans around the three fingers begging for them to slide deeper and wishing they weren’t just fingers. Hiei begrudgingly removes his slick fingers from Kurama’s mouth watching as they slide between perfectly pout lips. Idle hands wander over bodies searching desperately for places that need to be kneaded. Finger tips caressing and massaging warming flesh, forcing bodies to inch closer and closer. By the time the kiss has trickled down to a series of lightly placed butterfly kisses, pants and hums of passion have already filled the sunlight room.


Kurama is grinding his hips wantonly into Hiei. His long pale legs are wrapped and hooked around his middle. Hiei's hands have made their way down inside green shorts and they spread and stroke creamy cheeks. One stray finger tickles over the small entrance pressing against ever so often testing it’s resistance and finding very little. A wet tongue and sharp fangs play lavishly on nipples exposed so temptingly close to Hiei's warm mouth. Kurama tilts his head forward glancing down at the busy little demon. Hiei pulls back slightly allowing only the very end of tongue to flick teasingly over a hardening nipple. He stares up in to emerald pools burning with of passion and purposely bruised pink lips which fall slightly ajar. He is staring into a face that simply screams, fuck me.


The a finger finds its way into Kurama loosening entrance sliding painlessly all the way in. Kurama could only say one word. "Please." His eyes, his lips, his whole body begs not caring one iota how needy or desperate he may look.


"Hn" Hiei slide his first finger out of Kurama and offers the next two fingers to the awaiting fox. Without pause Kurama opens his mouth and lathered up the two digits with a massive amount of saliva. Hiei watches in awe as Kurama tongue strokes and pulls the fingers deeper into the hot cavern of a mouth. Losing the little control and composer he still managed to hold on to, he pops his fingers out of Kurama mouth and slams the kitsune on his back. With one quick pull and a growl, he removes the only thing between his own waiting mouth and an over stimulated, dripping, heated cock. Green shorts lie in a corner, one more stitch closer to being pornographic.


Hiei crawls between Kurama's legs and wrapped his hand round the taut flesh, it is jumping and pulsating between his fingers. In an instant, Kurama cock slides expertly in and out of Hiei mouth. Kurama's hands itch to grab on to Hiei's ears and plunge deeper. However the little fire Youki was not quite finished he places his two fingers at the small opening and manipulates both tips just past the ring of muscle, wiggling his fingers slightly coaxing the muscle to relax a bit more. He then adds a third finger. He pulls his mouth off of Kurama and wraps his other hand around the base and with a quick pump and a trust, he jabs all three fingers into Kurama. The red headed one is about to curse out in pain, but before he could formulate any coherently damning thoughts, Hiei finds the soft spot he brutally aimed for. Kurama’s mind goes blank.


Hiei watches in devilish amusement as pale skinned, green-eyed Adonis writhes in lost passion beneath his fingertips. His three finger rest deep inside the warm tight cavern stroking tapping and tickling that one spot over and over again. Hiei places his mouth back over the cock he is still slowly pumping and begins to milk it with his tongue and lips once again. He removes the hand that was gripping the base of his lovers cock and slides it to a nipple and tweaking and twisting at the small bud until it pebbles up, the other side gets the same pleasurable torture.


Waves of heated pleasure wash over Kurama, as he lies on the floor trembling. His mouth gapped open and his eyes rolled back. Long finger claw into the carpet as his breathing becomes more erratic. His back arches lifting him slightly as his leg muscles flex bring his feet to rest on tiptoes. He slowly grinds on the floor, pushing up into the warm wet cavern of Hiei‘s mouth then pressing down and forward onto impaling thickness, not sure of which one he wanted more. He did know each driving sensation was more than enough to push his body into an ass clenching, hip thrusting climax.


Hiei pops his fingers out, their contraction encasement simultaneously releasing the tight pinch hold he had on the red and delightfully abused nipple. He slides his mouth off the pulsation mass of flesh. Wiping their combined secretions from his chin with one hand. He leans down and kisses the red tip of the spirit fox’s still throbbing organ.


“Time’s up.”

"What?!?"

"Time’s up. I told you I had things to do."

"But..."

"Bye." and with that Hiei leaves.

A/n - I can't believe I just wrote a lemon where no one gets off. What a major cocktease that was.

Kurama- You’re telling me. *he walks out bare assed using his green shorts to cover up*
Tiny- *drools* I will help you with that. *smile*
Kurama -*drops shorts* sure
Tiny- *dies from massive nosebleed*


So you likey, to those who have read TMR was this redo better than the original? I will take requests.