The Not-So-Subtle Art of Distraction

(This is my very first attempt at an actual lemon. It is dedicated, with much gratitude and love to mhmartini, who taught me through the wonders of her writing that not only can shoenen ai be a beautiful thing, but lemons can be a very 'passionate' fruit.)

(Special thanks as well to hcolleen; blueutopiah; thoth-moon; blackrose kitsune, and kitsunelover 12. Your writing has been, and continues to be an inspiration to me.)

(And finally, the disclaimer: I don’t own YYH or its characters; they are the sole property of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shonen Jump Comics Weekly, Studio Pierrot and Fuji Television)


The Not-So-Subtle Art of Distraction
By Bobbi Meislohn (aka KyoHana)


From the moment he heard the front door open and Kurama’s soft tenor call out, “I’m home,” Hiei knew that something momentous had happened. It was not just the cheery note he detected in his lover’s voice, nor was it the tender smile he gave his mate as Hiei stepped into the living room. There was more. Something that hadn’t been there this morning when Kurama had awakened from one of the dreams that had so plagued him for the last few days; those dreams finally forcing the kitsune to share more of his past with his petite lover – a past that included not only the sister Hiei had heretofore known nothing about, but also Kurama’s overwhelming guilt at her death.

The hiyoukai had tried to reassure his mate, to lessen the pain and guilt, and Kurama had seemed comforted by Hiei’s words. He’d left for work, if not happy, then at least… content.

And now here he stood, a soft smile gracing his beautiful face, his jade eyes shining with love. One hand held a small, cream-colored gift bag, slender fingers gripping the handles. Tied to those handles with a wine-colored ribbon was a single rose captured in that perfect moment between bud and full opening. The rose was unlike any Hiei had ever seen. The tips were burgundy, ‘bleeding’ (if that was the right word for it) into the body of the rose, which was an ivory color. It was not the fox’s typical rose, and yet Hiei could feel Kurama’s ki pulsing through it just the same.

“For you, my love,” Kurama said, stepping closer and handing the gift to the hiyoukai.

“Why?” Hiei responded, taking the bag into the small kitchen and setting it on the counter.

Untying the rose, Hiei held it to his nose, breathing in the scent before setting it beside the bag. Reaching into the package, he withdrew his gift, a grin lighting his face as he beheld the sight of his favorite treat – ice cream. And not just any flavor, he noted, but his absolute favorite, Double Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ripple.

“Must I have a reason to give the one I love a gift?” Kurama replied, a teasing pout appearing upon his full, sensual lips as he followed his mate into the kitchen.

“That’s not what I meant, Fox, and you know it,” the fire demon retorted, crimson eyes leaving the treat in his hand to meet those of his fox.

“Do I?” the kitsune smirked as Hiei turned and opened the freezer, placing his ‘sweet snow’ inside.

“Perhaps you’d care to enlighten me, then, as to what you do mean,” Kurama continued, teasing the fire demon. With a sigh, Hiei shut the freezer door but did not turn back around. Instead, the small Koorime stood silently a moment, head bowed as though thinking how best to answer.

Finally, he raised his head and squared his shoulders, but still did not turn to face his lover. “Something happened today, Fox,” Hiei answered quietly, “something that has obviously brought you a great deal of happiness, and I’m simply curious to know what that is.”

“And you know this…..” Kurama’s voice, still holding that lightly teasing note, trailed off as he stepped closer to his small lover.

“Your aura,” was the succinct reply. “It’s shot through with so much silver even The Idiot would be hard-pressed not to notice. So out with it, Kurama, wha…..” Hiei’s breath hitched as slender arms wrapped around him and a soft, wet tongue began delicately tracing his earlobe. Instinctively, he leaned back against the strong chest and closed his eyes, giving in to the sensations Kurama’s touch invoked. “You’re distracting me, Fox,” he breathed.

“Mmm – hmmmm,” Kurama readily agreed, his warm breath against Hiei’s ear sending a jolt of electricity coursing down the hiyoukai’s spine. “But you must admit, my love,” he hummed, “distraction is such fun, is it not?”

Hiei’s response was lost to a second wave of pleasure as he felt delicate lips ghost along the thin column of his neck while slender, long-fingered hands trailed down his waist and across his abdomen, gently caressing the taut muscles there.

Twisting around in his fox’s arms, Hiei reached up to twine his fingers in crimson locks. Pulling slightly, he brought Kurama’s face level with his own, capturing his lover’s lips in a passionate kiss. Kurama wrapped his own arms around Hiei’s narrow waist once more, and with his lips still locked with his mate’s, lifted the diminutive fire demon off the floor. Immediately, Hiei wrapped his strong legs around the kitsune as Kurama stumbled from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into their bedroom.

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Gently, Kurama placed his petite lover onto the bed, straightened and flung off his jacket, tie and shirt. Climbing upon the mattress, he straddled the smaller form before leaning forward to capture Hiei’s lips in a searing kiss. It was not until they were both breathless that he broke the kiss. Viridian eyes, already hazed with pleasure, gazed into matching ruby as Kurama’s thin fingers slipped beneath the hiyoukai’s shirt and promptly removed the offending material before he leaned forward once more, pressing his lips to those of his impatiently waiting mate.

Immediately, Hiei deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out and along the seam of Kurama’s lower lip, silently requesting entrance. Soft, pink lips parted, allowing the Koorime the entrance he desired, and Hiei slipped his tongue in while small hands reached out, fumbling for the belt holding the fox’s pants in place.

Feeling Hiei’s hands at his waist, Kurama once again, and much to his fire demon’s chagrin, broke the kiss. Rising from the bed, he flashed his little lover a lascivious grin before quickly undoing the belt and removing the remainder of his clothing. Just as quickly, he bent down and relieved Hiei of his own pants, tossing them onto the pile of clothing on the floor. Freed from the intruding material, Hiei spread his legs; need clearly written in the wine-colored eyes he raised to his lover.

Kurama’s breath caught at the god-like beauty that lay before him as he climbed once more onto the bed and settled himself between the fire demon’s legs. Never would he tire of gazing upon his lover’s body, or of worshipping at the temple that was Hiei.

**Upon silken sheets
He lies in wanton splendour
My dark Adonis**

Unbidden, the haiku he’d written once upon a time for his demon lover came to mind, and Kurama smiled as he continued to gaze upon the beautiful sight below him until at last, he lowered himself to meet the flesh of his dark Adonis.

Once more he captured the little Koorime’s lips in a passionate kiss, tongue sliding between those lips to explore the heated cavern of Hiei’s mouth as his hands roamed the planes of the well-toned chest. One hand paused in its exploration, fingers circling the pink flesh of a tiny nipple, gently coaxing the nub into pebbly hardness. Kurama’s lips left Hiei’s to lick and nibble their way down the graceful line of his throat, pausing at the juncture of neck and collar-bone to suck softly on the sensitive flesh before his tongue slid out, gently licking the unseen mating mark that resided there.

Hiei’s senses grew pleasure-hazed. As Kurama continued his tender ministrations, desire filled every fiber of Hiei’s being, his body writhing in total abandon as he gave himself up to the siren’s call.

Leaving the sweet flesh of his small lover’s throat, Kurama continued kissing, nipping, and licking his way along the flesh of one broad shoulder and then shifted down again, ghosting his lips across the powerful pectoral muscle below. The silken lips ended their journey at the tiny pink nipple. Gently they wrapped around it and the fox’s tongue darted out, tenderly laving the hardened nub. Pulling back slightly, Kurama blew gently on the moist flesh.

Hiei whimpered at the loss then immediately shivered as warm breath ghosted across his sensitive skin. His hands fisted in the dark sheets, and he arched his back, demanding more contact from the fox. Kurama smiled and bent his head, quickly obliging his lover, as he again took the nipple into his mouth, nipping and suckling gently upon it. The fox allowed himself several pleasurable moments lavishing attention on the pert nub before he began kissing and licking his way across the muscular chest to pay the same homage to its twin.

As he felt that hot, wet mouth close around his second nipple, Hiei’s back arched again. His hands left the sheets they’d been clenching tightly to tangle within long, crimson tresses, and he moaned in wanton abandon as Kurama continued his delightful torture.

After several more pleasurable moments, Kurama shifted upwards again, claiming his mate’s lips, his tongue slipping inside to plunder the hiyoukai’s mouth. As the rigid length of his lover slid over his own, Hiei shifted his hips, his own hardened manhood rubbing against the fox’s, the friction of flesh against flesh pulling a groan from the fox.

Continuing his passionate exploration of his lover’s mouth, Kurama’s hand reached out, groping blindly for the night table drawer. Finally finding what he sought, Kurama pulled the drawer open and reached in, his hand closing around the tube of lotion they kept inside and drawing it out. Reluctantly he left his lover’s lips and raised himself from the petite form beneath him. Lust-filled, wine-red eyes watched as the fox opened the tube and coated his fingers liberally with the lotion. Bending down, Kurama’s lips began tracing a delicate path along Hiei’s neck as his hand slipped down between the hiyoukai’s legs and began softly tracing the hidden entrance with one slick finger.

The finger teased only briefly before it slipped inside and began a slow, gentle glide in and out, drawing pleasured groans from the small demon as Hiei’s hips arched upwards, seeking more of the delicious sensations the intruding digit evoked. Shortly thereafter, a second finger was added, and Hiei’s breathing hitched then became a pant as Kurama continued his careful preparation, the kitsune’s fingers not only continuing their gentle glide but also beginning a scissoring motion as they stretched the surrounding muscle.

As he added the third and final finger, Kurama watched the play of emotion that flitted across his lover’s face. The small Koorime was beautiful, there was no denying that, but caught up in the throes of his passion as he was now, he was beyond beautiful. He was perfection personified, and the kitsune could not help but smile.

A few more careful finger thrusts and then Kurama gently withdrew his hand, earning a growl from the petite figure beneath him. Vermilion eyes that had until now been closed, opened to meet jade.

“You’d better be planning to replace those with something else,” Hiei’s deep voice rumbled as he looked up at his lover. “And be damned quick about it!”

The kitsune chuckled. “Patience, my love,” he responded, aligning himself at his mate’s entrance and then carefully, slowly pushing inward. “It is a virtue, after all,” he finished as he sheathed himself fully within the small body.

Once he was, Kurama paused to give his mate time to adjust to his impalement. Hiei, however, had other ideas. He bucked his hips roughly against Kurama’s before wrapping his legs around the kitsune’s waist and locking his ankles together.

“Move, Kitsune,” he growled again. “Now!”

Once more, Kurama’s soft laughter echoed through the room. “Your wish is my command, Blackfire,” he replied, leaning down to capture Hiei’s lips in a passionate kiss as his hips began gently rocking against those of his love.

Determined to show his mate how truly precious he was to the fox (and not just to distract the little Koorime from his inquisition), Kurama continued his slow, tender pace; his thrusts within the small body beneath him languorous. Hiei matched his fox; tiny hips thrusting in sync to their lovers’ waltz.

As they continued their dance, Kurama’s hand slipped between himself and Hiei, slender fingers wrapping themselves around the warm, hardened flesh of Hiei’s manhood. Tenderly those fingers stroked the smooth velvet skin they held before they tightened and began pumping the rigid flesh in time with the kitsune’s thrusts.

When he felt his fox’s fingers close around him, Hiei moaned, his hips bucking sharply and dark head burying itself in the pillow as his back arched almost completely off the bed. Feeling the unspoken request in his lover’s movement, Kurama answered it at once; increasing his pace and pulling almost completely out of the small demon beneath him then pushing back in at a slightly different angle, his shaft striking that most intimate part within his beloved’s body.

Again the fire demon arched into his lover’s touch; his legs tightening around Kurama’s waist, hips keeping perfect time with his mate.

Their pace became frenetic, and Hiei felt that oh-so-familiar, delicious white heat pooling within his groin. Unable to contain the heat any longer, he gave himself up to it. Allowing his orgasm to engulf him completely, Hiei came, spilling his essence onto himself and his lover as he screamed the fox’s name… ‘KURAMA!’… before sinking bonelessly into the bed.

Hiei’s climax brought Kurama to his own end. Once… twice more he thrust into the small Koorime, and Hiei felt himself fill with the fox’s seed as Kurama cried out his completion and his love, “Hiei, watashi no takara!”

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In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Hiei lay upon the black silk of their bed, a blissful lethargy settling into every fiber of his being. Kurama, it could not be denied, was the undisputed master of the not-so-subtle art of distraction. Not that Hiei minded in the least, he admitted to himself, but now it was time to remind the fox that while the hiyoukai’s curiosity could be deflected for a time, it would not be averted.
Turning his head slightly to the left, Hiei gazed at his youko lover; a soft smile on his lips as crimson eyes roamed the sensuous curves of his beloved’s body.

When he’d finished cleaning the physical evidence of their tryst from both himself and Hiei, Kurama lay face down upon the bed, his arms folded beneath his head; his tousled crimson mane spilling over his shoulders and down the alabaster flesh of his back, where a light sheen of sweat still glistened along its silken perfection. His eyes were closed; the same smile that now graced the fire demon’s lips upon his own.

“Fox,” Hiei called softly, watching as the verdant eyes of his mate slowly opened like the petals of some exotic flower unfolding before the sun.

“Yes, Hiei?” The kitsune shifted to lie on his side so that he now faced his small lover. Emerald eyes drooped seductively as they met ruby, and Kurama grinned lazily.

“I haven’t forgotten.”

Kurama chuckled softly. “I know, Love.”

Hiei, too, shifted to his side, the better to see the beauty before him. “So, are you going to tell me?”

Kurama favored his little demon with a gentle smile before he reached out and pulled his beloved into his arms. As he felt himself pulled into his fox’s arms, Hiei wrapped his own around the fox, settling his head beneath Kurama’s chin.

“I’ll do better than that, Blackfire,” Kurama replied, nuzzling into the spiky black hair, before he raised his head slightly and glanced at the digital clock upon the bedside table. “In about two hours’ time, I’ll show you. But for now, my love…..”

He broke off, gently rolling Hiei onto his back, his lips moving to possess the fire demon’s once more.

Owari

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If you're wondering what the 'secret' is, please read my fic, 'Inari's Star'. Though this one-shot is meant to be a companion fic to that story, it can also stand alone.

Author's Notes

The rose Kurama gifts to Hiei is actually my favorite type of rose (though I've no idea what it's called). I call it a 'Victorian Rose' merely because it is, in fact, burgundy at the tips that seems to fade into the cream body of the flower itself. Whenever I find one of these in that 'perfect' moment, you can be sure that I hasten to purchase it.

Watashi no takara -- according to my Japanese/English dictionary, 'watashi no' means 'my' and takara is 'treasure' or more appropriately 'something of value; a precious jewel.

Therefore, literally translated, "Hiei, watashi no takara" mean 'Hiei, my treasure'.

Hope you enjoyed this first attempt. Please read and let me know what you thought.