Jolly Rancher

OOO, candeh!

Anyway, it's like a small arc thing I suppose. And I was watching project runway, eating honey!

We have honey! It's the clover kind. And I got it all over my hands and have been licking it off ever since. Hence, my inspiration for this one shot.

And thank you to BlueUtopiah who loved her story. I'm happy. And thanks to Shoiri Foxies Mom, another idol of mine.

I am surrounded by brilliant writers!!!


One-Shot
Jolly Rancher®

Kurama was suckling on something.

It was bright pink and somewhat sticky, shiny residue sticking to his fingers as the fox idly twirled it around in his mouth and popped the piece out so he could nibble and savor at his leisure. He was distracted by the ending of one particular reality TV show he had been watching religiously since it started months ago. His hair was tousled and in a shaky ponytail with long, tangled strands falling over his cheeks. Red eyebrows were knitted together in concentration as his pearly white teeth ticked against the hard pink candy. He had showered and was dressed in loose sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. True, it would be expected of him to wear something tight and sexy but, Jesus! He needed a break from being so craved by the masses.

Now he was licking his fingers sensually as he leaned over the couch’s arm and watched avidly.

He had finished his homework early to watch the show on the dot from start to finish without any interruptions. The fact that his plans had nearly been ruined almost gave him a hernia. He wasn’t even aware of the absolutely sexy moves he was making. The judges were kicking off three of the four remaining contestants to narrow down to the last winner. His normally pale cream skin was flushed with excitement as one by one, was told to leave. Both his legs were bent against his chest, pressing into the couch and sticking out his finely sculpted ass.

Which was successfully groped by Hiei.

A very loud gasped escaped the fox’s lips as he tore his darkened verdant eyes and turned them towards the koorime. Lips captured his before Kurama could utter a whining complaint. But no matter what the result was with the TV show, he could never resist the smoky taste Hiei provided him. Still… eyes flickered towards the screen and pulled away abruptly to laugh outright, pushing away the demon in excitement.

“I knew it,” Kurama cried excitedly, unaware of the outraged expression on his lover’s face. “Yusuke now owes me twenty dollars, cash.”

He was countered with silence. Pure, absolute and irate silence. When Kurama glanced back at Hiei, he was glaring at the fox so powerfully, that if the redhead had been a plant, he would have withered under such a stare. However, he didn’t wince like the norm demanded. The fox raised an eloquent eyebrow as he switched the candy from cheek to cheek.

“Something wrong Hiei,” Kurama asked, genuinely puzzled.
“You pushed me away,” he growled, looking peeved.
“I didn’t mean to,” the fox replied, wiggling out of his prone position. “You caught me at the finale, you can’t blame me for it.”
“It’s a fashion show,” Hiei snapped angrily. “Is a bunch of human tailors more important than me?!”
“You’re exaggerating,” Kurama said dismissively. “And I won the bet, isn’t that some form of compensation?”
“You spend too much time with those two idiots.”
“Well, I do have to collect my money,” the fox supplied, flicking his tongue over the candy easily. The movement caught the koorime’s eye for a second before he continued to scowl.
“Hn.”
“Oh Hiei, don’t be mad, it’s just a television show. And I’m sorry I pushed you away,” Kurama rolled his eyes slightly but maintained a solemn tone throughout it all. “Am I forgiven?”
“Hn.”

Kurama chuckled softly and subtly grabbed the koorime by the waist before he could jump away. The fox breathed deeply against his neck and nuzzled the delicate line of his jaw lovingly. Hiei smelled so good, like pine needles and dried blood. The irritated fire demon wouldn’t give in, the stubborn jerk that he was and tried to wriggle away. But Kurama’s hands dug into his sides instinctively and was surprised when the little demons grunted.

“Stop,” he barked loudly, trying to get away. “Kurama, let go of me!”
“But you’re so soft,” the fox teased, poking him at the sides again.
“Don’t make me punch you again!”

Kurama paused; his mother had asked about how had gotten that black eye. No matter that Hiei had repaid him in kind with… uh… another type of activity. With a sigh, the fox made good with just pushing Hiei onto the couch. Kurama didn’t lie on his lap or anything but shoulders brushed against each other’s comfortably. It was nice.

“Are you ticklish,” Kurama asked, looking slightly smug.
“Hn, shut up. I’m not above shaving your head,” Hiei snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes but you like my hair,” the fox murmured, lowering his head on his shoulder companionably while speaking with soft breaths against his ear. “You said it last night after-”
“Alright, alright! Enough,” Hiei muttered, elbowing the fox in the gut.
“Ow,” Kurama complained. “Must you be so rough?”
“You’re a sadist, for Enma’s sake. Quit being such a pansy.”
“And this said from someone who likes honey licked off their arm?”
“That was a one time thing.”
“Whatever you say, oh wise one,” Kurama sighed.

Hiei allowed the fox to place a hand on his thigh and nothing else. Green eyes glanced at him from time to time since now that the show was over, there was nothing to be excited about, except for the absolutely lush Hiei. Kurama idly fiddled with the candy, it growing smaller as time passed. The pink spark against the fox’s teeth drew attention from the koorime who smelled watermelon. It was sweet and tangy. He wanted some.
When a tug came from one of his ear tails, Kurama ignored it. Having Hiei as a lover, it had him prone to being the toy, to be pawed and curiously prodded. And the smaller demon just loved scraping and biting his lower back. So, it wasn’t uncommon to be slightly grazed by teeth marks or nails. It was when Hiei grabbed both ear tails and forced him down to meet his lips that caught the fox’s complete attention. Lips and tongue danced on mouth, teasing and nipping. And then Hiei suckled on his upper lip, making him part his lips and allowing that yummy red tongue to sweep inside and tempt every last morsel of the candy he had been eating, out for the koorime to inhale on his own. His teeth were expertly inspected and both of their tongues swirled around playfully until Kurama felt the absence of his Jolly Rancher. Hiei pulled away and grinned evilly.

“Hiei! You stole it,” Kurama scowled.
“You have more,” the demon reasoned, chewing on the small piece at the back of his mouth with casual expertise. It was a good taste, even better mixed with Kurama’s flavor to add spice to the candy.
“You’re a greedy little beast,” the fox sulked. “First it’s the chocolates, now its my one only Jolly Rancher…”
“If you want it back, take the damn candy and quit acting like an idiot,” Hiei replied, grabbing the remote control and changing the channel. It wasn’t until the crisp crunch echoed in both their ears, did Kurama glare at the koorime.
“Not like I can take it now,” the fox grumbled.
“So this was your one candy?”
“Yes, I found it in one of my drawers a moment before my show started,” Kurama said snippily. “And you successfully took it from me.”
“So much for being a legendary thief,” Hiei baited.
“I’m human now, so you will keep your tongue,” the fox growled. “I am Youko no longer until death takes me.”
“That’s a waste of time,” Hiei replied, crimson eyes glancing at the fox. “And Youko was a lover of lovers.”
“You are curious then?”
“More like weighing options.”
“So it would be me or Youko, if you had the chance to sample both palettes,” Kurama asked in a very acidic tone.
“You take it too personally.”
“Don’t presume to think I am a weakened reincarnation, Hiei. For I will ban you from my bed if you ever mention such things again.”
“I said nothing,” Hiei replied, tossing the remote back onto the couch. “You took the initiative to spell out something that was of a passing nature.”
“For your few words in public, you are quick to challenge me,” Kurama sighed. “Forget it then. I said nothing.”
“I’m hungry.”
“As always, I am slave to your appetite,” Kurama blew away a few strands of hair from his face. “I’ll whip something up. Care to slice some vegetables to help speed up the process?”
“Hn, whatever.”
“One day, Hiei. You might know him. But I am not ready to show you yet what I am capable of.”
“Kurama, I’m a demon. Now come on, I’ll fry one of your goldfish if I have to.”