Peanut Butter Lemon Soufflé

One night, while writing, I got this overpowering craving for peanut butter...

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"Are you *sure* you're not a woman, fox?"

Kurama scowled at him over the lid of the jar, but answered in a moderate tone. "Why would you say that, Hiei?"

"You have these weird cravings. You have mood swings. Every time I come home and find you eating peanut butter I know you're premenstrual."

Kurama's eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"

Hiei realized with sudden clarity that unless he did a little backpedaling he would be sleeping in a tree tonight. "Well, I don't know what else to call it. What would you call elevated emotional states and bizarre food cravings and unprovoked attacks on the nearest male body--which is unfortunately usually mine?"

"A perfectly justifiable response to a stressful day, or the insufferability of said male, or both." A corner of Kurama's mouth twitched, but his face otherwise remained severe. "If I have cramps, then I'd be premenstrual."

"Ah."

"And my food cravings are *not* weird."

"You're eating peanut butter straight out of the jar, fox."

Kurama blinked and looked at the knife he was holding, which was licked clean. "Ah. Yes. I was making toast.."

As if this had been their stage cue, two pieces of bread cheerfully popped up from the toasted. "But you forgot about the toast in your lust for the peanut butter," Hiei concluded.

"Interesting choice of words there, 'lust,'" Kurama commented, spreading liberal amounts of peanut butter onto the bread. He looked up at Hiei with a smile in his eyes. "If you would just let me--"

"No."

"You never want to play." Kurama was pouting.

Fearing for the sanctity of the nearest male body--his--Hiei decided it was time to relieve the fox of that knife, which required that Hiei take over making the toast. "That's not true."

"But I want--"

"Peanut butter is not sexy, fox."

"How will you know until you've tried? Trust me, Hiei, I can make paying your bills sexy. I can make road kill sexy. This would be easy."

"Why can't you be a normal person and want to cover me in chocolate syrup?" Hiei sighed.

Kurama caught Hiei's wrist a second before Hiei would have wiped the excess peanut butter off into the jar and deftly removed the knife. "You wouldn't love me if I was normal," he replied, starting to lick the knife clean.

Hiei gave a flicker of a smile. "Touché."

"No, this is touché." Kurama wiped the peanut butter still clinging to the knife off against Hiei's neck.

"Fox!!"

"Oops. Don't worry, I'll clean it off." Kurama leaned forward and licked Hiei's neck, once, a long slow stripe of warmth and wetness that left Hiei shivering.

"Alright... I get your point," Hiei admitted, trying to pull away.

Kurama stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Wait, I didn't get it all. Peanut butter's really sticky." This time he covered the side of Hiei's neck with his mouth and sucked vigorously for a moment, swirling his tongue to remove the last traces. "That's better," he murmured. Hiei swallowed. "Are you sure you don't want to play with me?" Kurama continued, still murmuring right up against Hiei's ear.

Hiei was wise enough to know when to concede defeat. "Alright, fox. Let's go."

He tried to haul Kurama into the bedroom, but was surprised when there was a sharp tug of resistance. "You're not going to let me eat my toast?" Kurama asked indignantly.

Hiei stared.

Kurama, too, knew when surrender was the wisest course. "Forget the toast," he declared, tossing it into the sink for extra effect.

"That's better."

"You have to wait for me to grab the peanut butter, though."

"So grab already."

"Hiei, have I ever told you you're not very patient? Just for that I'm going to walk over here extremely slowly and--"

While he did concede the occasional defeat, Hiei could also be a man of action. He stepped forward, grabbed the surprised and protesting fox and slung him over one shoulder, caught the peanut butter with his spare hand and carried his cargo into the bedroom.

Kurama graciously chose not to exact revenge for having been tossed over Hiei's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Instead, when Hiei set him down more-or-less gently on the bed, Kurama immediately went to work on Hiei's clothing. Hiei's unconventional cloak and ever-multiplying belts would have stymied most people, but Kurama was very practiced at stripping Hiei in as short a time as possible. Hiei had just barely finished setting the peanut butter down on the night table when he discovered his cloak was discarded and his pants were around his ankles. "Now who's impatient?"

"You are. I'm just adapting myself to your needs," Kurama replied without missing a beat, removing Hiei's tank top as he spoke.

"How considerate," Hiei murmured, wondering if he could return the favor by stripping Kurama faster than the fox had stripped him. It proved difficult, though, partly because Kurama was sitting on the bed which made removal of pants difficult. But mostly because while Hiei was still working on getting rid of his partner's shirt Kurama leaned forward and attached his mouth to Hiei's nipple, gently sucking and nibbling. Sitting on the bed while Hiei stood put the fox at exactly the right height for this activity, and when one of Kurama's hands began to tease the other nipple, and the other snaked around to give his rear a loving squeeze, Hiei found himself thinking *Hell, he can keep his pants for a few minutes.*

He was paying so much attention to what Kurama's tongue was doing that he barely noticed when the fingers on his other nipple disappeared for a moment; he jumped when they came back covered in something thick and sticky. Kurama grinned mischievously at him as he carefully coated Hiei's nipple in peanut butter, taking the time both to lick his own fingers clean afterwards and to make sure Hiei watched him do it. Hiei licked his lips. *Peanut butter... I can't believe this damned fox is making peanut butter sexy...*

He groaned when Kurama sealed his mouth over the mess he'd made and began slowly, deliberately, licking the peanut butter back off. It was indeed quite sticky and it took several determined swipes of the fox's tongue across each centimeter of skin to remove. Kurama finished with an elaborate swirl of his tongue around Hiei's nipple, hardening it considerably. By that time he'd already managed to paint a generous swath of peanut butter onto Hiei's chest with his spare hand, starting at Hiei's sternum and going up through the dip in his collarbone to veer off to one side of his neck. Kurama offered Hiei a grin before beginning to work his way up the trail he'd created, studiously taking the time to lick and nibble at every sensitive spot as he went. Hiei was panting by the time Kurama got up to his neck and bit down gently for a moment. "See?" Kurama purred into Hiei's ear. "Isn't peanut butter fun?"

"Fuck the peanut butter, fox," Hiei growled dismissively.

Kurama raised his eyebrows. "Interesting proposition. I'm not quite sure how we'd manage it, but..."

"Fuck you," Hiei snarled, pushing his mate onto his back and crawling over him.

"That's a better idea," Kurama agreed shamelessly. "Much less messy."

"You're not going to let me insult you, are you," Hiei realized, pulling off what remained of Kurama's clothes.

"Not unless you choose less sexy words, no. But then again, we've established that I can make anything sexy, so no, period."

"Insufferable conceited fox."

Kurama leaned up and licked "The Spot" right under Hiei's ear, nibbling gently for good measure. "Why Hiei. You're so cruel to me."

Hiei shuddered, growled, and pushed him back down, kneeling over him predatorially. "You're nowhere near as cute as you think you are."

"I'm wounded."

Hiei bit Kurama's neck, nowhere near as gently as Kurama had bit his, and Kurama gasped. "Are you done with the damn peanut butter?"

"Hell no," Kurama declared, grabbing Hiei and rolling so that they flipped positions, Hiei now underneath him. "I have only just begun." He dipped his fingers back into the jar and looked Hiei up and down for a moment, smiling, as he considered. Then, quickly, he smeared the peanut butter onto the bridge of Hiei's nose, and just as quickly licked it off.

"Fox!" Hiei spluttered. "That was *not* sexy!"

"No, it was cute." Kurama was entirely too smug. "I'm entitled to brief moments of cuteness between the sexiness."

"I don't *do* cute."

"On the contrary, Hiei, you do it very well." Kurama was casually smearing peanut butter on the side of Hiei's neck that had not already received this treatment. "You do indignant well too."

"Hn." Hiei was unwilling to grouse any further, in case the fox stopped the delectable way he was removing the peanut butter. He satisfied his indignation by gripping both of Kurama's wrists tightly. This served the dual purpose of keeping Kurama from doing anything "cute" and giving Hiei a much-coveted sensation of dominance. He didn't necessarily crave submission, in and of itself, but he did crave Kurama's. Some people's submission came so easily it wasn't worth having, but Hiei was well aware that Kurama's was a rare privilege. That made it arousing, and intoxicating, and Hiei sought it at every given opportunity. Usually, Kurama would indulge him.

He did now, allowing Hiei to hold his wrists for more than a full minute while he fake-struggled against him, until he ran out of peanut butter and had to deftly remove one hand from Hiei's grasp to retrieve more. This time he created a reverse of the trail he'd used earlier, staring at Hiei's collarbone and detouring to both nipples before continuing down across the muscled abdomen. He was liberal in the application of the peanut butter and enthusiastic in its removal, his fingers only keeping a few inches ahead of his lips and tongue.

Hiei was only half-aware that he was clenching his hands in Kurama's hair, but he became aware of it when Kurama abruptly stopped and moved back, glaring at Hiei. It took Hiei a moment to realize he must have pulled Kurama's hair, which was something the fox did not tolerate well. Only when he was too incoherent in pleasure to be fully aware of his surroundings could Hiei get away with it. Hiei stroked the hair in question in apology, hoping the fox would realize it had been accidental.

Lust--though it was questionable whether it was for Hiei or for peanut butter--apparently overrode offense, and after offering Hiei a smile Kurama returned to his chosen activity. He was using mostly his tongue now, careful to avoid scraping his teeth because he was down to Hiei's abdomen and using his teeth there always made Hiei jump and squirm away, protesting that it tickled. Hiei needed very much to hold onto something, so he substituted the bedsheets for his partner's hair. Kurama's tongue moved still lower, inciting heat wherever it went, making Hiei cry out.

Lost in pleasure, it took Hiei a few moments to figure out what Kurama was up to. "*No*, fox," he ground out. "Not there."

Kurama looked up at Hiei with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You don't want me to put it on your cock?" he asked innocently. Hiei gritted his teeth--just the word cock coming from Shuichi Minamino's pure mouth could get him going, and Kurama knew it. "Because this isn't about sex for me, Hiei," Kurama went on to assure him. "It's about peanut butter."

"Fox..."

"I don't even have to lick it off you, if you don't like." Kurama demonstrated this by dipping one of his fingers--one of his very, very long fingers--into the jar and bringing it back to his lips, sucking on it with an expression of sinful pleasure. "Mmmmmmm." He pumped the finger in and out of his mouth slightly, letting his eyes half-close in bliss, quite obviously moving his tongue across--

"Alright, alright!"

"Hmm?" Kurama looked up and pulled his finger from his mouth, still feigning innocence. "What was that?"

"Put it anywhere you want, just--gods!"

A gleefully wicked expression lit Kurama's face. He dipped his fingers back into the jar and reached up. Hiei intercepted the hand mere seconds before his hair became a gloppy mess. "Do you want a broken wrist, fox?"

"You *did* say anywhere."

"You know bloody well what I meant."

"You never let me play with your hair, Hiei."

"You've got peanut butter all over your fingers. Do you want to scrub it out of the pillowcase?"

"Mm, you make a... fair point..." Kurama was distracted by Hiei taken the aforementioned fingers into his mouth and giving a demonstration of what he heartily wished the fox was doing lower down. "Stop wasting the peanut butter," Kurama muttered, eyes heavy with lust. "You don't like it."

Hiei released his fingers. "Just getting a taste. But you're right, we should definitely leave the peanut butter removal to you."

"Not much of it left anyway," Kurama commented, getting more from the jar and applying a liberal amount to the head of Hiei's cock. "We'd better ration it."

Hiei was going to reply that that didn't look like rationing to him, but thought better of it as Kurama's lips closed around him. Instead he opened his mouth in a cry that didn't quite make it past his throat, wrapping his hands in the sheets again. He wanted nothing better than to knot his fingers through Kurama's hair and direct his movements, but oral sex was the activity during which Kurama was least likely to tolerate having his precious hair pulled, and he didn't need the direction anyway.

Kurama started just teasing the head, swirling his tongue repeatedly to remove the stubborn peanut butter; then he worked the tip of his tongue into the slit at the top of Hiei's cock, moaning to let him know he approved of the taste he encountered there. Hiei gripped the sheets harder and concentrated on not thrusting into Kurama's mouth. This wasn't a matter of Kurama's preference, but his own, as he disliked the loss of control that Kurama so easily and wantonly provoked in him. Sensing this, and determined to win even in this battle, Kurama ghosted his fingers along the length of Hiei's cock before gently fondling his sac, still caressing just the tip of Hiei's aching erection with his lips and tongue.

Hiei moaned in protest when Kurama's mouth left him, but it was only a momentary loss to allow the demented fox to apply more peanut butter. Then the warm heat engulfed him again and Kurama began bobbing his head, taking just the tiniest bit more of Hiei's length into his mouth with every movement. Without thinking about what he was doing Hiei dug his fingers into Kurama's scalp, urging him closer; apparently the fox was far enough gone that he didn't care because his response was to fully deep-throat his partner. Hiei didn't know what it was that he cried out, but he knew it was profane.

He would have been content to spend eternity like that, but the next thing he knew the warmth had disappeared again. He opened his eyes to find Kurama had abandoned the jar of peanut butter and was reaching instead for the lube they kept on the nightstand. The fox's face was flushed and his movements hurried, and if Hiei'd possessed more breath he would have laughed in triumph at having gotten Kurama into a state of disarray. As it was, he could only hiss in approval at the visual when Kurama straddled him, reaching back to impale himself on his own fingers.

Hiei gripped Kurama's thighs hard, urging him forward. Kurama grimaced and Hiei relaxed his grip slightly, wondering if the look was from pain; but Kurama's breathing was still heavy, and his eyes were clouded with lust. He worked quickly, thrusting his fingers in and out of himself, and Hiei stared avidly, not wanting to miss a single second of the display. Then Kurama fumbled with the bottle, getting more lube and stroking Hiei's cock with his messy hand; Hiei grasped his thighs again, pulling him forward, eagerly helping him to position himself.

They both groaned aloud when Kurama impaled himself, rocking carefully back onto Hiei. Kurama's breath was coming very quickly, and Hiei could feel him shaking. "I thought this was about peanut butter, not sex," Hiei panted, somehow finding the breath to tease even as he moved his hands to Kurama's hips, encouraging him to push further down.

"The jar's empty," Kurama gasped, grabbing Hiei's shoulders to steady himself. "Sex is a close second."

"...Close second?"

Within seconds Kurama found himself flipped over onto his back, his ankles somewhere around his ears as an irate fire demon pounded into him hard enough to shake the bed. "Close second?" Hiei snarled.

"Ahhhhhh!" Kurama's head snapped back. "Oh, gods, Hiei..."

"Close *second*?!"

"Hiei, please!"

Hiei pressed forward ruthlessly, trapping Kurama's legs against his chest; he had the fox folded nearly in half, and offered no room for resistance. "What am I second to, fox?"

"N-nothing!"

"And if you had to choose between me and peanut butter?"

"Oh, please, don't make me choose Hiei, that's cruel... ohhhhh, that's ni---AAI!" Hiei was capable of fucking hard enough that the balance between pain and pleasure tipped the wrong direction, and when he did so it was always deliberate. "Okay, okay, I would chose you! *Please,* Hiei!"

Hiei had let back up to a pleasurable level at the first *okay,* so the *please* wasn't for surcease of pain. He smirked. "Good boy."

"Hiei..."

Hiei was honestly unsure whether the fox's whine was a protest at Hiei's condescending words or a request to be fucked harder, so he treated it as the latter. Kurama moaned as Hiei's thrusts grew more forceful and moved his hands above his head, trying to find the headboard to hold onto. Groaning at the erotic and submissive pose his lover was taking, Hiei let go of Kurama's ankles long enough to take Kurama's hands into his own and guide them to the headboard. Kurama flashed a breathless, grateful smile at him.

Hiei swooped down, covering that alluring mouth with his own, humming in pleasure as he mimicked with his tongue what he was doing with his lower body. Kurama moaned in pleasure, the moans instantly muffled by Hiei's lips. Knowing that they were both rapidly approaching their climax, Hiei tore himself away from the kiss and attached his teeth to Kurama's neck, giving into his demon impulse to mark and claim. He also dropped one of his hands down between them and began to roughly stroke Kurama's erection.

In under a minute Kurama was arching under him, spasming and making a quiet whimpering noise. That was something Hiei truly loved about Kurama--that no matter how noisy he was during foreplay and sex when he climaxed it was always quiet, soft; like the act was sacred, not to be overheard by anyone but his lover. The combination of the soft cry that Hiei knew was for his ears only and a trembling body clamped tightly around him never failed to send Hiei over the edge.

When he got control of himself again he was quick to release Kurama's legs to prevent any discomfort setting in, but he didn't bother to move off his lover's body. Kurama stretched his long legs and then gently enfolded Hiei in them, simultaneously bringing his arms down from above his head and wrapping them around the fire demon. Happily cocooned, Hiei took a moment to nestle against Kurama's chest, knowing his slight weight was no burden.

"So," Kurama said, after a few peaceful moments had passed. "Do we agree that peanut butter's sexy?"

"We do not," Hiei replied firmly, grinning. "We only agree that you, fox, can make *anything* sexy. Including peanut butter."

"I'm certainly willing to acknowledge that point. But I think that you..."

Kurama trailed off. Hiei glanced up to find Kurama fingering his neck--or rather, the deep imprint of Hiei's fangs in his neck--and frowning. "Hiei--you marked me."

Hiei blinked, maintaining a neutral expression that didn't for one second fool his partner into thinking it hadn't been deliberate. Kurama sighed. "Hiei, you know the rules. You can mark me anywhere you like if it can't be seen but--"

"What's the point of doing it if no one can see it?" Hiei interrupted.

"Hiei, I mean it," said the exasperated fox.

"No, you don't."

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because I mark you every time we have sex," Hiei replied placidly. "You know I'm going to, and you don't stop me. You just bitch about it for a minute or two afterwards. I think you really like it that I want everyone to know you have a lover."

Kurama glared--and then grinned, sheepishly. "Touché."

~*~

The next day when Kurama returned from work there was no Hiei, which wasn't particularly unusual. But on the kitchen table, neatly wrapped with a ribbon and bow, was a family-sized jar of peanut butter.