Writer's Block

Writer's Block
By: CrimsonFox
Rating: NC17
Warning: Yaoi(MxM), Lemon, AU, One Shot
Disclaimer: Not my cartoon, not my characters.

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Hiei stared at the monitor with complete and utter loathing. The words just weren’t right on the bright screen. ‘Long, thin fingers… glittering eyes… long, luscious hair… smooth, porcelain skin…’

A loud, heavy sigh escaped thin, sneering lips. The words were so generic, so flat and plain and completely useless.

“Bull shit! It’s all such fucking bull shit!” he shouted at the screen, “I have to get out of this god damn place.”

Grabbing his jacket, the dark haired author headed out into the cool, fall air. Inhaling deeply, Hiei let a long trail of gray smoke slip from his lips. It had been a long time since he had managed to bull shit his way through college, and made an even bigger miracle by creating a long series of novels.

It was getting frustrated since he hadn’t even experienced anything remotely similar to romantic love. For hell’s sake, he was still getting used to having the love of the twin sister he had been separated from since birth. The park was pretty much completely empty since it was three in the morning.

Sitting on the rickety old bench, Hiei took his time examining the starry night sky with half closed eyes. The smoke mingled in the around the stars, hugging them in a warm, deathly embrace before evaporating into nothing. Such a wonderful blanket was wrapped around the world tonight.

“Beauty always lies just beyond one’s reach,” he murmured softly, noting that for some corny line to be used in a story line at some point and time in a novel.

After sitting silently for almost an hour with no luck Hiei started to head back to his large apartment. For being such a popular novelist, he really didn’t have that much luck with people. He had never been the most social person, and he found himself starting to regret it. Lately, he had felt the pull of his body. He had a physical need to be around people, but his naturally stubborn attitude kept him from getting closer to anyone.

In a flash of amazing speed and strength a tall figure jumped from nearby bushes and shoved Hiei to the ground, groping around his hips. A large, soft hand fell on his crotch, and Hiei had to take in a deep gulp of air as he tried to figure out why he found this so exciting. Shoving the taller man off of him, Hiei jumped up to find a breathless beauty in a fighting position against the author.

“Hn,” Hiei smirked, if this thief thought that he was going down without a fight, he was dead wrong, with an emphasis on dead.

The redhead ran at the shorter man, completely intent on getting that wallet.

Hiei easily dodged the first attack, but had not seen the rope the other man had hidden behind his back. The twine was dark, and hard to see until it connected with his chest, sending him to the ground again.

“You cheating bastard,” Hiei growled as he tried to get up only to be straddled again with a rather illustrious sight…

‘…splendid green eyes formed pools of melted emerald… thick, luscious hair that was more like woven silk than actual hair… smooth, pale, porcelain skin that would make any living creature salivate at the mere prospect of touching, tasting, smelling, and even just to view was an honor…’

The writer felt his breathing hitch as he realized that he had found his muse, even if it was a he. No matter how much of a muse this stranger was, however, there was no way that Hiei was going to allow himself to be mugged by anyone… ever. He threw a punch at the man as soon as jumped up only to have it expertly blocked as well as his kicks and two more punches before he jumped back to examine his opponent more precisely.

‘…soft, slender fingers that one ached to feel caressing every inch of them… long, flawless legs, which almost never seemed to end… strong lithe arms that one could dream of being in for the rest of their life…’

The redhead was a powerful opponent as well as graceful. Hiei found himself very impressed, as they almost seemed to dance around the deserted park. After a few minutes, the two started to show their weariness as they started to slow and perspiration became apparent on the taller man’s brow.

‘…full, pink lips which held promises of holding the sweetest nectar…’

“Stop this, you’re tired,” Hiei stood up straight, fixing his fall jacket, but the thief didn’t seem to have any interest in stopping until he held the other man’s wallet.

Silently, the taller man ran straight at Hiei. He was going faster than the writer had expected the other man to go. Steadying himself for an attack, Hiei was surprised when there was no impact. Instead, he watched in slow motion as the redhead who was currently in the middle of falling.

“Shit,” he barely managed to catch the stranger before he hit the ground. “What the fuck, you idiot? I told you.”

Feeling pity for once in his life, Hiei was able to lift the much taller man into his arms with no problem at all, which would have amazed any onlookers. The redhead was almost twice his height, but weighed next to nothing.

“What-where am I?”

“In my living room,” Hiei answered gruffly, “You’re alive. That’s good, I guess.”

“Oh, um,” he eyed the door quickly, “thank you.”

“Don’t even think about it. The door’s locked with a key. There are no other exits.”

“Why am I here?” he nearly hissed in a soft alto voice.

“Why did you try to mug me?”

“I was hungry. I’m sorry.”

“I thought as much,” he handed the boy a large plate of things from his fridge as he sat on the arm of the couch.

“Thank you,” he looked over all the things on the plate before devouring every last bite.

Hiei watched in absolute amazement as the stranger managed to consume every last bite with ease and exceptional grace. “Don’t eat the plate,” he stated dryly, which earned him an amazing smile from the beauty, and made him gulp suddenly. “You picked the wrong person to mug, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. This way I still get fed and I don’t have to feel guilty about stealing your money.”

“What is your name?”

“What does it matter? I’ll more than likely never see you again, right?”

“I still want a name.”

“And I see no point in telling you.”

“You are very well trained in martial arts.”

“Thank you.”

“To get that training, you would have to have paid a lot of money for lessons,” he noted, “You’re not actually poor, are you?”

“You are very perceptive.”

“You’re not hiding it very well. You’re hair still smells of expensive perfume, and your clothing, although tattered, is still brand name.”

“Yes, well it was only recently that I felt that I had to get away from my family. What were you doing smelling my hair?”

“I tried six different ways to get you up the stairs,” he half lied. He was forced to switch the redhead into his left arm as he unlocked the door. The redhead really was way too light to be very healthy. He was rich, or at least his family was, but they must have had some sort of disagreement. Where had he seen this face before? He was so familiar.

“I’m sorry, but do you mind not staring at me so hard? I feel that I might burst into flames.”

“What is your name,” he repeated more firmly.

“That is none of your business.”

“You were trying to mug me, you had it very well planned, too.”

“And your point would be?”

“Were you waiting for me?”

“I was waiting for any idiot who might have some money to come stumbling in, but they’re usually drunk to be walking around the park at three in the morning.”

“Hn, I had writer’s block. Now tell me your name, at least in exchange for the food you just devoured.”

With a huff of indignation, “You can call me Kurama.”

“Is that your name?”

“For now, and you?”

“What does it matter?” he smirked at the annoyed look the emerald green eyes. The man was absolutely beautiful, and even more so when he was angry. Hiei felt the arousal churn in his stomach. It had been way too long since he had had sex.

“If that’s how you want to play it, Mr. Writer’s Block,” Kurama sighed and stood calmly, “It was nice meeting you, but I really must be on my way.”

“To where?” he smiled as the redhead stopped suddenly and slid from the couch smoothly, “Face it, you have nowhere to go, so why not stay, and relax, Mr. Kurama?”

“Um, please, I’d rather go… I-if you’ll excuse me,” he tried to step past the shorter man, but found his route cut off.

“Where would you go?” he asked again.

“Anywhere else would probably be better,” he said under his breath.

“And how did you come to that conclusion?” he took another step towards the beautiful man, but Kurama only found himself against the wall.

“S-stop.”

“Why?”

“I don’t even know you,” he tried to pull into himself as much as much as possible, but this left him at the same height as Hiei, who kept after him, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Well, my name is Hiei. It’s very nice to meet you,” he took the lobe into his mouth.

“Mm,” he couldn’t help the deep blush that over took his face. It felt good, no matter how embarrassing it was to have this man starting to grope him. He didn’t even know this man. There was also the fact that this source of arousal was coming from a man. “Oh,” his neck was now being gently suckled by the hot little mouth.

“You are very beautiful, did you know that?” Hiei mumbled into the redhead’s neck softly.

Kurama managed a small, almost pathetic whimper.

“You are probably one of if not the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” he worked his way up to the full, soft lips.

“Ah,” the words were lulling him into complete state of lethargic heat. He was calm but passionate at the same time. Everything was whirling around him as the touches and caresses started to stir his member into life.

“Mm,” Hiei murmured against parted lips, “How about we take this into the bedroom?”

“Hm,” Kurama was already completely lost in Hiei’s strong arms and talented tongue.

Carrying the willing man into the bedroom, Hiei started to open the ragged clothing, slowly, kissing and nipping at the skin that was slowly coming into view. Once the buttons were completely undone, Hiei sat back on the slim hips, and ran his hands over the smooth chest while opening the shirt to reveal two pink nipples, which he teasingly ran his rough thumbs over.

“I didn’t know anyone could be so perfect,” he leaned down to suckle a nub while the other was lightly pinched and teased. Hiei loved the way Kurama twisted and moaned under him, making their groins rub against one another more and more. Both men were panting their passion.

“Mm,” Kurama's hands found their way into Hiei’s hair, which he ended up pushing lower to his straining arousal.

“Hn,” Hiei almost snorted as he looked up to see the need in Kurama's pleasure induced features before kissing the member that was straining the front of the young man’s pants.

“Ah!” Kurama ground his crotch more into Hiei’s face. It was so good. No one had ever done this to him, or rather he never allowed anyone to. Now he was wondering if there had been anything in the food he had been given earlier.
Hiei sat back on Kurama's thighs and started to open the taller man’s dirty jeans so he could reveal the perfect member set in the deep crimson pubic hair, “You even smell like roses down here,” he smirked as he nosed about the red curls, cupping the pink balls in his hand.

“Oh,” Kurama arched up into Hiei’s tender warmth, “Oh, god!”

“God is not here right now,” Hiei crawled up Kurama's body to whisper in his ear, “Call me, call my name.”

“Ah, oh, oh, Hi-Hiei!” he felt the man’s ass rubbing against his erection.

“That’s right,” he continued to kiss down Kurama's body, to the proud member, and engulfed the entire thing.

“Hiei!” the pleasure was over riding his senses. “Wait!” he felt fingers pressing into his passage, “Please, don’t.”

Hiei looked into the slightly frightened eyes for a few seconds before nodding and getting off the bed quickly.

“Where are you going?” Kurama sat up quickly.

Hiei smirked softly as he started to take off his clothing, slowly, keeping eye contact with the beautiful man in his bed the entire time.

Gulping, green eyes raked over every inch of the magnificent and well muscled body. He was beautiful, and well endowed, especially for his height. It frightened him even more if he were to have that large member shoved up his ass.

“Shh,” Hiei calmed the beautiful man as he sat on his flat stomach once more.

“Oh, no,” Kurama mumbled as he felt himself be turned on even more by the sight and feel before him.

“It’s okay,” Hiei smirked as he leaned into kiss the redhead as he ran a hand through the long, silky hair. Pulling lightly at the almost fragile wrist, Hiei slipped two of the long, nimble finger between his lips, keeping their eyes connected.

Kurama blushed at the feel of the tongue sliding about his fingers. It was so good… too good. “Hiei, Hiei, stop,” he nearly cried out.

“Relax,” the shorter man pulled the fingers from his lips and led them to his awaiting passage.

“Hiei?”

“Let instincts take over,” he whispered softly into the cute ear as he easily slid the first finger in, and he started to push back on the hand. “Oh,” the fingers were perfect and long, quickly finding his prostate.

Kurama was forced to close his eyes, the image was too amazing. Hiei’s head thrown back as a low groan escaped his thin lips, and a visible shiver running down every one of his strong muscles. Then there was the amazing heat that that was promising to engulf his member any minute now.

“Add the other finger,” Hiei rested his head on Kurama's sweating shoulder as he pressed back against the finger in his ass, “Oh, he growled as the second digit was added, “slower.”

“Sorry,” he rubbed the entrance softly and slowly with the second finger before letting it slip in little by little.

“Mm, you have very good instincts,” Hiei purred into the redhead’s neck, which he was currently gnawing on.

Kurama's lower lip started to quiver as he started to feel too hot, “Hiei…”

“One more,” Hiei grunted as the second finger was fully sheathed in him, “Just like the last.”

“Mm,” he licked his lips only to have his entire mouth captured by the other man’s small, sweet mouth. This Hiei was a very talented man with an amazingly gifted tongue. Soon Kurama was unable to control himself and he sat up quickly to pull Hiei into his lap, and the other man directed them so Kurama was against the large, cherry wood headboard.

“Are you ready?” Hiei smiled as he seated himself over the strained erection.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Kurama returned the smile before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the thin lips.

“I’ve been ready since we were in the park.”

“You’ve been planning this since then?” Kurama nearly shrieked.

“Shut up and fuck me,” he sat down on the member quickly, and swiftly impaled himself.

“Hiei,” Kurama clung as tightly as possible to the writer. The amazing whirlwind of feelings, both physically and emotionally were overwhelming. The heat of Hiei’s body and passion made Kurama feel like he was going to boil over at any minute. The strength Hiei had shown when they were fighting had Kurama feeling secure no mater what happens, but the gentle caresses and the kind manner Hiei showed to him had him feeling warm inside.

Hiei, on the other hand, was feeling something that he had rarely ever felt, wanted and needed, not just physically or monetarily, but emotionally. The way Kurama clung to him made it seem like the redhead would fly away if he didn’t have Hiei to cling to, to want… to need…

“Oh…Oh… ah…. Hiei!” Kurama was sent into a spiral of pleasure and love and everything anyone could ever want in two seconds.

Hiei silently went through the same thing, his seed covering his and Kurama's chest, before he weakly reached up to plant another kiss on Kurama's full lips.

“Oh, my god,” Kurama nuzzled Hiei’s hair.

“Hn, I don’t see god here with us,” Hiei rested his head on Kurama's chest.

“No, but the way we were going at it, who wouldn’t want to watch?” Kurama smiled softly as he brushed a hand through the spiky hair, “I’m very glad you had writer’s block tonight.”

“Hn,” Hiei reached over to the side table, “If you want to leave, here are the keys to the front door.”

“So, you want me to leave?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, you don’t mind if I stay?”

“Hn,” Hiei shrugged as he stood, pulling a silken robe from a nearby chair.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I think you’ve broken my block.”

“What exactly do you write,” Kurama suddenly sat up.

Hiei smirked as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his side table, and lit one, “Gay romance novels.”

“So, this was all some way to get another story?” Kurama growled, but was quickly silenced with the talented mouth.

“Remember, you’re the one who attacked me. It just happens that this all seems to lead into one great,” his leg slid over Kurama's thighs, “and hot,” he pressed his already starting erection into the redhead’s chest, “and sexy story,” he leaned down to kiss the tender lips again, “which I hope doesn’t end anytime soon. Right, Mr. Minamino?”

“You-you know who I am?”

“I just remembered. I’ve seen you at some auctions. You have very good taste, but why run away?”

“My step father and I had a disagreement, so I left about a week ago, but forgot my wallet.”

“Hn, so you hadn’t eaten in a week?” Hiei raised an eyebrow.

“Basically,” Kurama smiled as he wrapped his arms around the writer, pulling him closer to his body. “You’re so warm.”

“Hn,” Hiei held Kurama's face closer to his chest.

“I hope you don’t mind if I stay for a while.”

“You can stay as long as you want, as long as you don’t annoy me,” he smirked down at the crimson haired beauty.

“Then you might want to restock your fridge,” he licked at the smooth chest that was peeking through the opening of the dark navy blue robe on, “I tend to get very hungry after extraneous exercises.”

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~The End~

Well, that was fun... Let me know what you all think.
Yeah, I know that there really is no purpose to this story, but it came to mind, so I though that I'd get it out for once. Who doesn't like the occasional smut? I'll probably edit it later.
Oh, I might add more on to this, but they'll probably be more smut like this, just a heads up.