Lust, Love, and Fornication

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own rights to Yu Yu Hakusho or any of the characters included in this story. Yu Yu Hakusho is © Yoshihiro Togashi and all other related affiliates to the series.

Warning: If you are offended by yaoi/shounen ai/boy-on-boy relationships, DO NOT continue reading this story. I will not be held responsible for those who are not mature enough to handle the explicit detail of my stories.

Attention Yuusuke/Kuwabara fans: If I get enough good responses to this story, I will continue a second part involving Yuusuke and Kuwabara. =3


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Chapter 1
Reminiscing and Regrets

Glazed emerald orbs idly stared out of a slightly cracked, fog tainted window. Small clouds of steam rose from the tub, gracefully rolling and dancing through the muggy air as if his own powers were directing a sound-less masquerade, or perhaps the steam was performing on its own to soothe and enchant the youkai that occupied its waters, in hopes of gaining some sort of recognition, or praise.

However, no matter how hard the odorless, tasteless steam tried, it could not seem to charm the kitsune beneath. His thoughts and attention were concentrated elsewhere… far elsewhere.

The window of the bathroom did not provide him much scenery of the outside, consequently its position, but from his view point, he could see outside into the tops of several trees, and the sky... and the clouds… and the various small creatures that inhabited the tree tops and passed by the window.

"Shuuichi?" called a feminine voice, followed by several faint knocks at the door, his thoughts being interrupted long enough to acknowledge the voice, his eyes calmly glancing over his shoulder towards the door.

"Are you all right, honey? You’ve been in there for almost an hour now…"

"Yes, I’m fine…"

‘Physically, at least…’ he thought.

"Do you need me to get you anything?"

"No, kaasan. I’m all right, really."

‘Unfortunately, this is one thing you cannot provide me…’

Several moments of silence ensued before the onna’s footsteps could be heard slowly advancing down the hallway. He could have sworn he had heard a sigh. He couldn't blame her for worrying.

It had been what… three days this week now that he had repeated this procedure? A two hour bath, at the most… using oils from seed pods of his creation to prevent his skin from pruning too severely, and making the water a bit more desirable than just, well, water. It was more like a hot spring setting, bubbling and maintaining a constant temperature.

His eyes soon ventured back to the window.

…! What was that?!

Something had flown by it, a black figure appearing to be nothing more than a blur, due to its speed.

His eyes widened hopefully as he scrambled to his feet, water splashing this way and that, his long crimson hair clinging to his waist and back, water that had soaked it dripping in rapid streams down the bare flesh of his neck, back, and chest.

His hands grasped the window seal as he had lunged himself toward it, frantically forcing the window open so that his head could go through. He looked out, eyes darting from left to right, only one thought concentrating his mind.

Hiei!

"Caw, caw!"

…

His eyes shifted towards the sound, his expression seeming to break like his heart did at that instant. It was just a bird… a simple crow that had played a cruel trick on him, landing just below the window to snatch up a tasty morsel.

He frowned, sinking back from the window, his hands sliding down the wall as his body seemed to melt back into the water. His arms lowered and slipped around his waist, tightly hugging himself as he laid his head against the side of the tub. He felt so foolish. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling them beginning to tear.

How long had it been…? Weeks? Months? Too long, is all that he knew.

The once infamous reikai tantei had separated to once again live their own lives in hopes of not being called back into duty after several months of peace. Kurama had not seen or heard from any of them since the separation, and his heart ached to see the little fire demon he often dreamed out. He cursed himself as each day torturously passed by for not having the courage to admit his love for the fiery youkai sooner, because he now felt it was too late. Hiei was probably wandering the lands of the Makai, doing who-knows-what, most likely without a single thought of Kurama, or anyone else, for that matter. He had no way of knowing. He could easily find out for himself, but leaving his mother right now was something he just could not do, and the odds of finding Hiei in the Makai in such a short time were not very high.

Oh, what he would give to see the koorime just one more time, if only for a day. Hell, he’d take whatever was offered in regards to time, an hour… a minute… just to see his face again. He was probably the only member of the reikai tantei who could not consider Hiei vicious by appearance. He adored the short demon, having always admired his features from afar.

Memories that were very fond of which he shared with Hiei clouded his mind, his face becoming flushed from a combination of his emotions, relentless tears soon falling in streams down his face.

Oh, Hiei...

His soft chuckles were fading into silent cries of emotional pain as he curled himself into the fetal position, one arm around his stomach and grasping his side, while his other lifted and covered his face shamefully.

"Oh, Inari… just one more time… let me see him… so I can rid of this… horrible pain… just… one more… time… onegai…"

His voice had become no louder than a whisper, his eye lids fluttering closed as an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion was submitting his form into the inescapable grasps of slumber.

…and there he slept.

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Chapter 1 - Part 2
Unforeseen Reunion

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"Shuuichi?" Shiori’s voice had returned, once again knocking on the door, a bit more roughly than the previous time.

"Shuuichi? Are you all right? You’ve been in the bath for almost three hours now… please come out."

Heavy lids struggled to open, abruptly widening as the realization of what had just occurred overcame him. Quickly, he reached into the water and released the plug of the bath, standing up and climbing out of the tub groggily.

"I’m… I’m fine, kaasan! I just… fell asleep, is all…"

"Oh, Shuuichi… you haven’t been sleeping well lately, have you? Is something bothering you? Is there anything I can do?"

"No… it’s nothing. I’ll be fine, really. Stress has just been getting the best of me, lately…"

"Well, okay. Please tell me if you need anything."

"I will… thank you."

He waited until he once again heard the sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway before he dared to leave. Sighing heavily, he then reached out and grabbed two towels, one for his body and the other for his hair, casually wrapping one around his waist and tucking the edge in securely before walking to the door and exiting with the other draped carelessly over his shoulder.

He shivered as a rush of cold air swept past his spine. Why did Shiori have to keep the house so cold in the evening? He lifted his hands and rubbed his arms in a warming manner as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom and opened the door.

"Well, it’s about time…"

That voice!

He froze instantly upon hearing it, feet barely having entered the door frame. His eyes hesitantly lifted towards the source of the voice. He swallowed hard, afraid of being cruelly tricked again.

"Don’t just stand there with the door wide open. You’re letting all the cold air in."

Without a word, he slowly padded further into the room, arm reaching back to close the door behind him with a soft click.

He bit his bottom lip roughly, fighting the temptation to just lunge forward and scoop the little demon into his arms. He smiled warmly, walking shakily towards his dresser, also fighting the tears that threatened to reveal his joy.

"Hiei… how… nice it is to see you. Why did you… you didn’t have to…"

The fire demon snorted, hands tucked deeply into the pockets of his pants, although unseen due to the shelter of his cloak.

"Hn. I didn’t have to. I wanted to."

Kurama blinked, shifting his gaze towards him curiously and hopefully.

"…I was bored."

Kurama frowned, having hoped for a much different response, forcing himself to chuckle in reply.

He glanced down at his towel, face reddening in debate of whether to dress in front of the other or not, but deciding against it due to embarrassment and walking over to his bed and sitting on the edge. He then grabbed the second towel and placed it on his head, drying his hair and allowing most of it to fall in his face as a shield, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

Hiei simply stared, ruby orbs observing Kurama’s glistening form up and down before finally deciding to take a seat beside him.

"I want to ask you something…"

Kurama didn’t reply. He couldn’t reply. He simply nodded, continuing to dry his hair slowly and conceal his eyes.

Hiei blinked, arching a brow and watching him. He could sense something was wrong, and the nod just wasn’t convincing enough to continue.

"Kurama?"

Kurama remained silent, his eyes closed tightly as tears streamed down his reddened face, the drips falling from his chin into his lap catching Hiei’s attention.

Hiei frowned, pulling his hands free from his pockets and slowly moving them up to Kurama’s face, freeing all of the matted hair that he could from his eyes.

"Kurama, what’s wrong?"

His voice was caring, concerned… something Kurama was definitely not used to hearing from him. His touch was soothing, almost comforting.

Kurama slowly opened his eyes, finding his head turned directly towards the other’s. He lowered the towel, placing his hands onto the bed beside him and looking away shamefully.

"Hiei… I’m sorry…"

Hiei blinked again, his eyes widening slightly in confusion, fingers lightly caressing the kitsune’s cheeks and wiping away his tears.

Kurama glanced at him through the corners of his eyes. That was one of the many expressions Hiei often made that Kurama adored. He looked so innocent… like that of a small child… so cute and harmless. He couldn't help but smile.

"I’ll be all right… I’m just… happy to see you."

It was odd, having Hiei touch him like this. It made him want to curl up and melt into his arms… so strong and protective.

Hiei smiled… something he had only allowed Kurama to witness very few times in the past.

"Baka kitsune," he muttered, the smile fading away almost instantly. "I thought you were hurt…"

Kurama shook his head, lifting one of his hands and placing it against the back of Hiei’s against his cheek, smiling warmly.

"No… not at all."

Hiei grunted, lifting his hand and parting his fingers as Kurama’s slipped between them, interlocking and gently grasping his palm.

Kurama smiled, his other hand lifting to Hiei’s forehead and lightly tracing his fingertips over the white bandanna that concealed his mystical Jagan eye, soon pulling it free and placing it on his dresser, and then returning his hand to brush away the white and black bangs that also dared to cover it.

"You know I don’t like it when you wear that. You have nothing to hide from me…"

Hiei blinked, his Jagan slowly opening to the kitsune’s touch, a faint smirk curling his lips upward.

"I’m not trying to hide it from you. I’m more or less protecting you from it."

Kurama chuckled.

"There’s no need for that."

He leaned in, placing a feathery light kiss just above the Jagan.

Hiei’s face reddened, his eyes closing lightly to the kiss.

Kurama pulled back, smiling.

"Hiei?"

"Kurama."

"What is it you wanted to ask me earlier?"

Hiei’s eyes peered open, looking up at Kurama, although focusing on the hands that remained grasped just below his cheek.

"I want you to come back with me."

Kurama’s eyes widened, and he adjusted so that he could easily look into the smaller demon’s eyes.

Hiei’s eyes lifted, meeting with Kurama’s.

"Oh, Hiei…" Kurama frowned. "We’ve had this discussion before. I do not belong in the Makai right now. My days as Youko have passed. Right now, I must live as Shuuichi and take care of my family."

Hiei scowled.

"I told you that the ningens had softened you too much…"

Kurama lowered his hand that grasped Hiei’s against his cheek, placing it over his heart and holding it there.

"You know as well as I do that when I pass on from this body that I will return as Youko. I will be able to stay in the Makai with you then… but for now, I will always have you here." He looked down at his chest, smiling.

Hiei snorted and looked away.

"I don't care about that sentimental crap. I want you now. I don’t want to wait 70 years."

Kurama’s expression saddened. "Hiei, you won’t have to. There’s no guarantee that I will live that long. Anything can happen…"

"Your ningen family has each other. They don’t need you."

Kurama frowned.

"Hiei…"

"I need you."

"Hiei, please… I can’t be choosing sides. You know I can’t do that."

"You’re not. I’m choosing it for you."

"Hiei!" Kurama sighed, lowering the hand he held into his lap and tightening his grasp.

Hiei silenced, staring down at his hand in Kurama’s lap.

"Hiei… why don’t you just stay here with me for a while?"

"I hate the ningenkai."

"No, you hate ningens."

"The ningenkai is full of ningens, therefore it is useless."

"Now, Hiei… if it weren’t for the ningenkai, we’d all be in a heap of trouble. I wouldn’t be here, for one, as Youko would not have found salvation in my mother…"

Hiei shrugged, looking away again.

Kurama smiled. "How about you stay with me, and we go elsewhere? Perhaps to Genkai’s, if you like? I can visit my mother when need be."

Hiei snorted. "Why can’t you do that with the Makai?"

Kurama frowned. "That’s too far for me to go be going back and forth so frequently."

"Hn."

"What do you think about Genkai’s, Hiei? You can train there, and do whatever else it is you do in the Makai…"

Hiei frowned. "…and be surrounded by all of her troublesome students? I think not."

Kurama released Hiei’s hand, turning his head to the side and sighing.

Hiei blinked, feeling the warmth being released from his hand and returned his eyes to Kurama.

"I don’t know what to tell you, then, Hiei. We cannot be in the same place if you won’t stay here."

"Then so be it…"

Kurama’s eyes widened, his expression showing the pain that had been inflicted from Hiei’s words.

Hiei scowled.

"Don’t look at me like that. I’m staying here."

Kurama smiled, reaching out and pulling the smaller demon into his arms and hugging him tightly... almost possessively, in a sense.

"Oh, Hiei…"

Hiei blinked, his eyes widening in surprise from the action, his hands lifting and sliding up Kurama’s bare chest and forcefully pushing himself away.

Kurama released him, his head tilting to the side as he looked down at him, his expression hurtful.

Hiei’s face had darkly reddened as he forced his eyes away from Kurama.

Kurama blinked, glancing down and noticing just how far his towel had fallen, due to the edge becoming untucked from his movement, merely inches from revealing more than he planned. He blushed lightly, chuckling softly and repositioning his towel, finding the expression on Hiei’s face nothing short of adorable.

"It’s all right. You can look now."

Hiei grumbled, his eyes hesitantly drawing back to Kurama’s middle before lifting and concentrating on his face and trying not to look down again.

Kurama chuckled again.

"You’re so kawaii…"

Hiei blushed, his eyes narrowing as he looked away again.

"Shut up."

Kurama smiled, unable to fight the temptation any longer, and lifted one of his hands to the side of Hiei’s face, turning his head just slightly as he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against the koorime's.

Hiei’s eyes widened, muffles and various curses voicing through the kiss, and as he started to lift a hand, Kurama reached forward and grasped his wrist, pinning it to the bed. He did the same with his other, removing his hand from Hiei’s face to pin down his opposite wrist.

Hiei’s face darkly reddened as he squirmed, turning his head away roughly from the kiss.

"Baka! What are you doing?!"

Kurama grinned mischievously, licking his lips and placing soft nips and kisses along Hiei’s jaw and continuing down towards his neck.

Hiei tilted his head back, grunting and closing his eyes tightly.

Kurama smirked, suckling lightly on the sensitive flesh of Hiei’s neck, up and down the side and roughly against the veins that visibly stood out underneath his skin.

Hiei moaned deeply in his throat, continuing to squirm under Kurama’s grasp.

"Get off me, kitsune!"

Kurama frowned, lifting his mouth from the other’s neck and returning to his lips, lightly brushing his own against the koorime’s.

"Oh, now… I can’t do that…"

Hiei’s brow twitched as he turned his head to the side, trying to escape from a second kiss. He had been gradually sliding towards the edge, until he was stopped by the bed frame when his back pressed against it.

Kurama licked his lips again, pressing his body down against the other’s, using his weight to keep the smaller demon from squirming and began guiding the hands he had previously pinned up to the bedpost and grasping his wrists with a single set of fingers. His other hand lifted and made several motions with his fingertips, the vines of a small plant on his night stand extending towards the bedpost and wrapping lightly around Hiei’s wrists. He knew the plant would be useful to his advantage eventually... and what better way to use it?

It was more or less a test of Hiei’s willingness. He could easily escape the captivity of the vines with a rough yank, or by simply burning them with his own ability.

With the vines in place, Kurama’s mouth eagerly returned to the delicious flesh of the other’s neck, suckling and lapping at the sensitive area around his jugular vein. If his plan succeeded as he hoped it would, he would mark this precious meat as his very own. His hands then lowered and cupped Hiei's sides, fingers tracing along his slender form and around his waist.

Hiei growled deeply in his throat, more pleasurably than threateningly, his back arching against the bed frame due to the sensitivity of his neck, his fingers curling inward towards his palms as he lightly tugged at the vines that held his wrists to the bedposts. He did not try to escape them, however. His body trembled from the intense sensations caused from Kurama’s body being so close to his own. He wanted more of the kitsune's touch. He needed more.

Kurama, visibly pleased by Hiei’s reactions, decided to heat things up a bit, his fingers digging into the cloth of the fire youkai’s cloak and slowly pulling it free from the muscular body it concealed. Once pulled over Hiei's head, Kurama carelessly tossed the item to the side, his eyes scanning the torn shirt and tight black pants that clung to his well-defined body. Kurama then returned his hands to Hiei's waist, fingers eagerly tugging at his shirt. He had also managed to slip one of his legs between Hiei's, pressing his knee into his groin with just enough force to feel his hardening member through the fabric.

"K… Kurama…" Hiei moaned, his breath becoming heated and escaping in short pants, his face darkly reddening as his eyes peered open and narrowed coldly towards the red-head.

"I’ll kill you for this…"

Kurama chuckled, knowing Hiei would not truthfully have the heart to kill him, the words merely being his natural defense to the unfamiliar ecstasy.

"Don’t be afraid to enjoy yourself, Hiei. After all, it is only you and I here. My mother will not bother us."

Hiei snorted, looking away with a frown.

Kurama grinned. "Whether you vocally admit it or not, I know you’re enjoying it. I can feel it." He slipped one of his hands around to Hiei’s middle, slipping his fingers down between his knee and Hiei's erection, caressing the covered flesh that silently begged to be released from its fabric cage.

Hiei gasped to the touch, biting his bottom lip and arching his back further.

"Damn you…" he moaned.

Kurama smirked, his eyes shifting down to the pulsing mound his fingers were softly kneading, licking his lips and gradually sliding the rest of his body down between Hiei’s legs, slowly parting them with his free hand to make room for himself. His eyes momentarily returned to his captive’s face, watching his every reaction to decide whether to continue his sexual escapade.

Hiei was moaning now… deep moans that echoed in his throat, his teeth gritting as his hands constantly squirmed in the binds, but not pulling them. He wiggled his hips to the kitsune’s advances, raising them and forcing Kurama’s fingers to rub his hardening shaft more roughly.

Kurama chuckled to his action and began applying more pressure against the needy erection, considerably surprised that Hiei was being so submissive. By now, surely, he had expected to be yelled at, or the binds to be broken and he pushed away.

Of course, Hiei had always been full of surprises…

Kurama traced the index finger of his free hand along the lining of Hiei’s pants, having finally pulled his shirt free, then leaned in and softly nipped and sucked at the flesh that showed just above the lining, all while he continued to rub the aching center.

Hiei groaned, his head tilting back against the bed frame and his mouth falling open.

"Ahhnn… dammit… stop teasing me!"

Kurama grinned, his free hand soon busily working to remove the four belts that concealed the fleshy treasure.

Hiei’s back arched sharply, his heated panting continuing as his hips began rising and falling against the kitsune’s hand movement.

Kurama slid the hand that had been tending to Hiei’s erection up to his stomach, underneath his shirt and forcing his hips to lower to the bed.

"Two hands will make this easier, chibi ichi…" he said with a grin, winking at his smaller partner before moving that hand to join his other with the removal of the belts.

Hiei snorted at the name, it being something Kurama often called him in private, and peered open his eyes, glancing down and anxiously watching as the kitsune swiftly removed each belt, dropping each one over the side of the bed.

As the fourth belt was removed, Kurama’s fingers grasped the final piece that would open Hiei’s pants to his will, and tugged the thin draw string until his erection eagerly escaped through the opening of his pants, Kurama’s eyes widening as it did so, a soft feminine laugh leaving him.

"Well, you were more excited than I thought…"

Hiei blushed heavily, brow twitching as he looked away.

"Awww… don’t be embarrassed," Kurama said, smiling warmly as he slowly pulled Hiei's pants free from his body and tossed them to the side near his cloak before lowering a hand and curling his fingers around the base of his pounding member.

‘Well, it’s no longer a wonder where the rest of his growth went…’ Kurama thought, blushing heavily as his eyes intently studied his prey.

Hiei was still for several moments before he began to squirm slightly, grunting irritably from discomfort.

"What are you doing?"

Kurama smiled. "Admiring… please relax, Hiei. The last thing I want is to cause you pain..."

Hiei froze. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

"I don’t want to hurt you… so please don’t wiggle so much."

"…what are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing that you tell me not to do…"

Kurama winked and jerked his head to the side, flipping as much of his hair as he could over his shoulder, then lowered his face down to Hiei’s member, placing a soft kiss against the tip, and very lightly dragging his nails up and down the extremely sensitive flesh of the base, soon parting his lips and extending his tongue, lapping at the area he had just kissed.

Hiei gasped sharply, his hands pulling roughly and easily ripping the vines that held them, his hands dropping to the bed and tightly grasping the sheets, the sudden action causing Kurama to jerk his head back, not having expected it.

"Ah-! Kurama!"

Kurama calmed almost immediately, smiling and lifting his free hand to Hiei’s inner thigh and massaging it soothingly.

"Relax… it will feel better if you’re not so tense."

Hiei groaned, releasing his violent hold on the sheets and closing his eyes, taking several deep breaths before finally calming, using his legs to urge Kurama to continue by curling them around his waist and dragging his heels up his spine.

Kurama smiled, gladly accepting the invitation and parting his lips, lowering his head again and slipping his mouth down over Hiei’s member, merely centimeters short of the base before he pulled back and returned to the tip, applying a light suction before going back down again and continuing a slow rhythm.

Hiei moaned deeply, one of his hands lifting from the bed and sliding into Kurama’s hair, fingers curling into his bangs to keep them out of the kitsune’s face.

Kurama continued, slipping his arms underneath Hiei’s legs and lightly grasping his sides, pulling him slightly closer.

Hiei blushed, his head falling to the side against a pillow, his free hand lifting and curling into his own bangs, though a bit more carelessly and roughly.

"K-Kurama…" he panted.

Kurama purred deeply in his throat, 'mmm'ing and applying a slightly harder suction. How delicious the little fire demon was… and noisy. Hiei’s cries of pleasure were doing a rough number on the kitsune, forcing an erection of his own to rise and torture him with the physical and emotional need to take the smaller demon. Although he contemplated the act, he doubted he would succeed in getting much farther than where he was at the moment… but he would see how far his advances would lead him.

Hiei gasped, tugging ruthlessly at the red hair attached to the kitsune’s forehead, causing Kurama to yelp and wince. He immediately relented, fingers gently massaging the area. He then dropped the hand that had been in his own hair to his side and propped himself up on his elbow, using the hand to push himself into a sit and locking his arm for support. His other did the same, releasing from Kurama's hair.

Kurama pulled back for a brief moment, moistening his lips and catching his breath before going down again.

Hiei sighed pleasurably, his head falling back as he moaned.

Kurama slowly began to rake one of his hand down Hiei’s side, inching it closer and closer to his rear in curiosity of what reaction he would get if he stuck a finger inside.

Hiei shivered to the action, shifting nervously as the hand moved closer to the entrance that sealed a vital part of his virginity. He had no intention of ever letting that portion be taken, nor had he ever thought about any other male in that way. It struck his mind that Kurama’s intention was to eventually take the only part left of his innocence, but it didn’t sicken him as much as it would if any other male were to try. Obviously, he was allowing this much to happen. He blushed deeper at the thought... at the awkward inner emotion he felt.

Kurama pulled back to the very tip of Hiei’s member, sucking and teasing the flesh with his tongue. His hand continued to venture down, his index finger tracing Hiei’s lower thigh and inward, applying pressure below his member and continuing down, rubbing the spot just above his entrance.

Hiei gasped, arching his back sharply and biting his bottom lip. That damn kitsune was finding way too much pleasure in hitting the points that drove him mad. What was he waiting for... for him to beg... to demand for more? He grunted, his hands clenching the sheets to the point that his knuckles turned a shade of white.

"Kurama…" he muttered, a slightly threatening tone added to his voice to warn the kitsune that he was entering dangerous territory. His body was craving for a deeper intimacy... but his pride was protesting otherwise.

Kurama fearlessly continued, smirking and glancing up at Hiei’s face with eyes that gleamed with mischief… and a faint shade of gold.

Hiei twitched. There was definitely a hint of Youko in Kurama’s eyes. He swallowed hard, giving his hips a single buck to encourage the kitsune to continue. At the moment, he really didn’t care what Kurama did to him. He yearned for release. Forget his pride.

Kurama eagerly complied, slipping his finger into the tight entrance he had so longingly craved, and very slowly began to pump.

Hiei gasped, his legs falling and dropping to the bed, a deep moan leaving him from the sensation of his inner walls enclosing around the kitsune’s slender finger.

Kurama grinned, continuing the pumping as he proceeded to suck Hiei’s member, lowering down again to the point that was almost touching the base, then back up again.

‘Come for me, my precious one…’

Hiei moaned again, longer this time, his arms trembling violently from the amount of strain he had put on them while supporting the majority of his body weight. He couldn’t hold himself up for much longer. He could feel his muscles burning and pounding. He knew he wouldn’t have to for much longer, as he could feel his release building up.

Kurama continued, boldly slipping a second finger inside and increasing the speed of the pump.

Hiei’s eyes shot open widely, an intense pleasure passing through his body that seemed to chill every bone and tense every muscle. The temptation to scream was almost unbearable. He moaned loudly, shoving his hips forward as he felt his release making a sudden exit.

Kurama grunted, nearly being choked by Hiei’s forceful buck, but remained still until his release had passed, not wanting to miss a single drop. He slowly removed his fingers from Hiei’s entrance, placing both of his hands on his hips and holding onto them tightly.

As his release had passed, Hiei collapsed back onto the bed, his eyes falling shut as he panted heavily, his body limping in defeat.

Kurama pulled back, swallowing the delicious mouth full of Hiei’s release before lowering again and lapping up the little bits that remained.

Hiei winced, the release having toubled his sensitivity, and lifted one of his hands, shakily placing it on Kurama’s head.

"Enough… kitsune…" he panted, lifting and curling his fingers around several strands of red hair and lightly tugging.

Kurama smiled, sliding his hands up over Hiei’s sides and onto the bed, pushing himself up and licking his lips as he returned to Hiei’s face, lightly nuzzling his cheek with his nose.

"How was that?" he whispered almost seductively.

Hiei couldn’t help but smirk.

"You seem to be… experienced. Who else have you treated like that?"

Kurama blushed heavily.

"Hiei!"

"Well...?"

"No one," he replied almost shrewdly. "You are the first."

Hiei arched a brow, grinning.

"Is that right?"

Kurama smiled.

"Was it that enjoyable?"

Hiei blushed, shrugging and looking away.

"If you ever tell anyone about this…"

Kurama chuckled and shook his head.

"Hiei… I would never exploit you in such a way."

Hiei glanced up at Kurama.

"I would hope not."

Kurama leaned down and pressed his lips lightly against Hiei’s, smiling and tilting his head to the side.

"Kiss me…"

Hiei twitched, sinking his head further into the pillow.

"I want to know how you feel… kiss me… or throw me off."

Hiei hesitated, lifting his hands to Kurama’s shoulders and gripping them tightly.

Kurama blinked, his eyes widening.

Hiei stared into Kurama’s eyes for several moments before pulling him down and kissing him firmly, remaining so for almost a minute before shoving him off and over to the side.

"Baka kitsune… next time, I’m going to be on top…"

Kurama almost squeaked with joy as Hiei willingly kissed him, but the squeak soon became a squeal as he was shoved off and onto his back beside Hiei. He couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words.

"Of course, Hiei, of course…"

He hadn't expected to completely dominate him.

Hiei grunted, turning to face Kurama and laying his head on his shoulder, curling up.

"I’m cold… conceal me."

Kurama chuckled, smiling softly and pulling a woven quilt up from the foot of his bed and covering Hiei’s half-naked body, stroking one of his hands through his raven black hair.

"Rest, now, Hiei…"

Hiei mumbled and closed his eyes, snuggling into the warmth of the blanket and pushing himself up against Kurama’s body.

Kurama smiled warmly, draping an arm over Hiei’s back and hugging him closely, placing another feathery light kiss just above his Jagan eye.

‘Sleep well, my precious one…’

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I needed to make room for the rest of the story, so I combined the first three chapters into one... and added more detail while I was at it. =3 Chapter 2 will be added soon!

- Raven