Silence is Golden

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Silence is Golden

Kurama could kill something he was so mad.

His mother was downstairs making him some soup to eat. It had been a busy week for all of them. With his mother’s trip to the Bahamas with his stepfather and his midterms in for class, he had scarcely put time aside to take care of himself. His pants fit loose and his face was paler than usual. But after pulling four straight all-nighters, the fox was ready to collapse. And just this morning, after waking up to a severe head cold and no voice, his mother dragged him to the doctor where he had checked him thoroughly and diagnosed him with Laryngitis.

Fucking Hell.

With a shake of his head, he sank into bed and pulled the covers over his shivering body. He didn’t even notice his mother come in the room; he was so out of it. He sneezed and cringed as his chest clenched tightly. He couldn’t even groan properly. Shiori chuckled and helped him sit up, placing the tray on his lap and started spoon-feeding the fox, something she had not done since he was two. If he could have protest, he would have but his mother was a determined woman with a steely glint not unlike the one Youko used to implant fear in the hearts of millions.

“Let me be your mother, Suiichi,” she scolded lightly, slipping the spoon between his pursed lips. “You’re so stubborn sometimes.”
“Mu-Moth-”
“Suiichi Minamino! You are sick! The doctor said you are not to speak until you are better! You will not disobey him nor will you act like a sullen little boy.”

Indignantly, his mouth fell open and another spoonful was shoved into his mouth before he could objection to it. He was not being sullen! With a twitch of his lips, he reluctantly let his mother coddle him. Truthfully, it was exactly what he needed though, as his eyes became heavy-lidded, body slumping inward. It wasn’t until Shiori tucked the covers under his chin did he realize how truly tired he was. With a wrinkle of his cute little nose, he rubbed his cheek on the comforter and fell asleep almost instantly.

“Nig-… mom…”
“Oh Suiichi,” she swooped down and planted a soft kiss on his temple before leaving him warm and comfortable in his bed. “Don’t talk! I’ll be back with your medicine in a little while.”
“Mmhmm…”

…

Kurama turned over and snatched a large pillow before burying his face into it and holding it against him. Bright red hair splayed over everything as he had forgotten to braid it before falling asleep. There were small splotches on his cheeks from the fever and a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. But his sleep was stable, with dreams of a certain flame-haired demon. The scent of pines and dried blood, it was all so… so rugged. A small smile graced his pretty, wet lips.
How many times had he literally jumped that sexy koorime? All his training had given him a rock solid body with soft warm flesh and a dusky scent that made the fox’s mouth water. With those ruby eyes, he made Kurama melt with one glance. He could feel himself hardening just at the thought of having the fire demon scraping his fingernails on the sides of his chest.

“Mmm… Hi-”

Said thoughts of tearing off the koorime’s pants with his teeth were interrupted as he coughed violently. He covered his mouth quickly as he leaped out of bed with the grace of a dying donkey and stumbled to his adjacent bathroom where he promptly heaved out the contents of his stomach into the toilet. Crouched over the porcelain bowl, he wiped away the spittle from his chin and cursed wordlessly at his own sickness. And just when he was getting to the good part of his dream too…
With an undignified snort, he got off the floor and threw off his clothes. He didn’t want to look in the mirror but his vanity was more than he could handle. His hair was huge; strands frizzed out and tangled around his head like a bird’s nest. He spotted two or three knots somewhere in the long ketchup mane of his hair. His eyes were like flashlights in the dark shadows, all luminous and large. And his skin was white, almost like an anemic ghost for god’s sake!
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went and turned on the hot water full blast. At least if he was burned, he wouldn’t look like a piece of chalk. He made sure that the toilet was flushed and sprayed some Febreeze® before slipping into the shower. The almost scalding water had him jumping up as it hit the tub. With a hiss, he turned the cold tap and leveled the temperature for his body. He brushed his teeth, washed his hair and soaked for a few minutes before getting out. Shrugging into his robe became a challenge as he fumbled to tie the belt. It was only when warm hands tied it for him that he thoroughly woke up and squeaked.

Yes, the fierce and legendary Youko Kurama squeaked.

“Fox, what the hell are you doing in the bathroom? I can smell your sickness from half a mile away!”
“H-hi-”

Hiei raised an eyebrow and held Kurama up as he coughed like whoa. With a very childish whimper, the red-head complained and had the koorime snickering before pulling him towards the bed. He was pushed onto the mattress and pummeled with blankets. Once the fox was safely put back in bed, Hiei slid next to him and placed an arm the fox’s shoulders.

“Stubborn bastard,” Hiei growled.
“No- (cough) tru- (wheeze)-”
“It’s obvious you’re sick, stop talking.”
“Hi-”
“I’ll stuff a sock down your throat.”

Knowing Hiei was fully capable of doing something like that, Kurama settled with a frown and stiffening up in his arms. The koorime was too busy falling asleep to care much anyway. He had been training with Mukuro and had killed a few thousand demons who had tried to stir up a revolt. He had been forced to hibernate for a week.

The demons…

Deep-fried…

“Hi…Hiei (wheeze)?”
“Hm? Fox, I don’t make idle threats. Go to sleep…”
“Lock…”

Angrily swearing, he got off the bed and stomped over to the door, locking it and placing a chair against it to appease the ill fox. He was moody and tired, Kurama couldn’t blame him. That didn’t mean he had to be a kiss ass though. Damn it, he was an incarnation of a legendary fox demon! He was an A class demon and… that pretty much vanished in his head when Hiei’s sharp teeth scraped the underside of his jaw. If it weren’t for the laryngitis, Kurama would have moaned out loud. The koorime looked up and saw him wince in pain.

“Your throat?” He guessed with a slow drawl of his voice. Kurama nodded. “You owe me then…”
“Mm-oww.”
“Stop speaking,” Hiei commanded, placing a hand on his mouth. “The quicker you heal, the faster we can continue our… activities…”

…

Hiei was the first to wake up when he felt a familiar presence enter the house. Getting up without alerting the fox, he quickly removed the chair and unlocked the door before he skittered over to Kurama and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, grazing his teeth over the skin before leaving through the window, making sure that he had left a mark; his promise that he would return later. Kurama barely stirred, turning over on his side just as Shiori peeked in the room. A bottle of antibiotics, something that the fox would have been able to whip up in minutes, was clutched in her hand. She had been truly worried about her son. Shiori was one of the few females that had earned Hiei’s respect. For now, though, he would be like the shadows, just watching.

…

Kurama was curled up on his bed, blankets tucked up tightly around him as he turned the page of his book. Green eyes read greedily as he fell deeper into the plot, reaching over to the bedside table and drinking some orange juice. It was an early Saturday and the house was empty. After he had gotten better, his family had made sure everything was alright before they departed the day before to the Bahamas. Kurama would have gone with them but he was too busy with his school work to go anywhere. The medication was strong; that he had not expected and had been out for the day but his voice was almost back, being able to speak long sentences without coughing. The pain was still there though.

“Fox.”

Looking up distractedly, he saw Hiei enter through the window without any sort of invitation. His cloak rippled around his shoulders before he removed the cloth and left it on the chair. His shirt was black and melded to the strong, chiseled chest Kurama knew by memory. How he wished he had the artistry of a painter or sculptor. Well, he thought, he’d make up for it by being a very skilled lover.

“Hiei,” Kurama murmured, folding the edge of the page and placing the book on the nightstand.
“How are you, feeling that is,” Hiei asked, walking over and downing the juice left over.
“Better,” he replied, smiling lightly. “Where did you stay last night, and the night before?”
“Trees,” Hiei shrugged. “Wherever.”
“You could have come here,” Kurama stated, looking at him closely.
“You were sick,” Hiei pointed out. “And I wanted nothing you had. Mukuro bitches enough when I’m healthy…”
“I don’t know whether to be offended or compliment you on your survival skills.”
“Hn. As long as you’re not contagious.”
“No, actually…” Kurama smiled slowly. “I’m feeling so much better…”
“Really,” Hiei seemed uninterested, licking the blood from a new wound he acquired while scuffling with Yusuke over the last snow-cone in his refrigerator. “Good.”

Kurama visibly wilted, crouched on the bed as if in the middle of a preening session. His hair was in a tousled braid and his skin tone had a rosy tint, though it could have been just embarrassment from what Hiei had done to him. When those red eyes focused on him, he bristled and glanced at the window.

“If you are bothered by my presence,” Hiei began.
“No, no,” Kurama sighed. “Just tired…”

Once Hiei was done licking his arm, he went over and looked over the fox to make sure he was well. Placing a hand on his forehead, Hiei made sure that Kurama wasn’t too warm. He looked into the fox’s eyes and saw that there was no trace of fever or irritation and when he was thoroughly satisfied, he surprised Kurama by placing a warm but chaste kiss on his lips.

“Glad to see you didn’t die,” the koorime stated briefly.
“Hiei,” Kurama began seriously. “You’ve been gone for two weeks and I’ve been sick! Couldn’t you be a bit more compassionate?”
“I don’t do compassion. I was thrown off a cliff, remember?”’
“Gah!”

Without warning, Kurama jumped him and both tumbled onto the ground in a tangled heap of limbs and hair. Greedy, thirsty lips smothered the poor koorime until he could no longer breathe properly. And the fox found the exact spot to bite, the crease of his shoulder, just before the collarbone and Hiei arced his hips, kneading against the sexy fox’s firm thigh. Kurama smelled him, taking in deep breaths of such a musky scent, so fresh, full of death and trees. God, he was so scrumptious, Kurama thought, hands groping everything.

“Mmm, you’re just like a well wrapped present,” the fox moaned, unbuckling the fire demon’s pants with a quick flourish of fingers. “You have to wait anxiously before tearing off the wrapping paper to get to the good stuff.”
“Ku-Kurama, shut up and get on with it,” Hiei sputtered, his cheeks flushed.
“Patience, my dear firefly,” he replied, looking down. “Oh, big boy, aren’t we?”
“Yessss,” Hiei bucked again as the fox’s fingers scraped the treasure below.

Hot turgid flesh throbbed under Kurama’s fingertips as his other hand pulled the pants down unnoticed. The red-head was practically straddling the poor koorime until said demon bucked and threw him off. Kurama had the grace to look abashed, adjusting the torn sleeve of his shirt. But the lust was still there, still pulsing in the poor deprived fox.

“The hell,” Hiei gasped, bending his knees upward to cover himself. Normally, he would have just his lover do what he wanted but couldn’t he get a little break first? “I thought your fever broke!”
“It has, I’m not sick, I’m horny.”
“No shit,” Hiei stated dully, raising an eyebrow and managing to look quite sarcastic and skeptical with his pants around his knees.

Let it be known that Hiei was a stubborn bastard.

“I need you,” Kurama whined like a petulant child, and got smacked in the face with a pillow from his own bed.
“You nearly molested me,” Hiei snapped.
“You can’t rape the willing,” Kurama pounced again and managed to tear off the pants.
“Kurama! Get a hold of yourself! Your mother-”
“-Is on vacation,” the fox smiled, licking Hiei’s knee delicately. “She’s currently digesting peanuts if I’m not mistaken.”

Kurama paused to get a very good look at his firefly. For all his short stature, he sure packed quite… well. The long, lean abs that begged to be tasted, Kurama just shoved him down and licked the delicate lines of his body. White teeth scraped the pale skin, making Hiei cry out a strangled yelp. Not waiting long, Kurama threw off his shirt and crouched over the fire demon, dragging his hot tongue sensually down his neckline. His blood colored hair slid over them both as Kurama paid particular attention to the racing pulse at Hiei’s neck. The salty tang of his flesh was addicting, more so now that Hiei was home and writhing on the ground for him.

“As I lay sick, dreaming of demented things, it was your taste that brought me back to lucidity,” Kurama’s breath blew hotly in Hiei’s ear. “Will you deny me your flesh?”

Hiei’s eyes fluttered open to look at the fallen angel on top of him. Jade eyes watched him with long taught patience, as though needing his approval. Kurama could have easily just kissed him until he agreed but he waited for him to say no. It was an easy thing to say and Hiei knew it. It lay between them, the uncertainty. But Hiei could not deny what was in his rights to possess and he craved Kurama not as a want, but as a need, a true, honest-to-god need. It was his water, his end to starvation. His warm kneading hands caressed his shoulders gently, knowing the strength of them just as he knew what a gentle lover Hiei could be.

“No,” Hiei whispered, touching the edge of his fox’s pants. “I will not deny you.”
“Good,” Kurama murmured, lowering head for a kiss.

It was a like a gift freely given, like the first break of rain, lips softly grazing against his warmer ones. For a fire demon, their body heat was at 100.5 degrees, unlike the normal temperature of 98.6. And Kurama enjoyed every minutes of it, loving the friction as their bodies melded together. Hiei unbuckled the cloying pants that contained the fox from his hot touch, the only barrier between them and his red-haired lover kicked them off before plunging back into that moist cavern he so loved the taste of, tongues swirling around in a delicate pattern, brushing and tickling as they enjoyed teasing one another. Soft moans were the only sounds in the room before Kurama helped him sit up.

“You want to stop,” asked Hiei incredulously.
“No, I just wanted to get to the bed.”
“Stupid, idiotic fox!”
“Do you want to continue or not?”
“Hell yes,” he grunted.

They both proceeded to the bed, eyeing each other hungrily and it was only when Kurama pushed him onto the bed that their play progressed. Mischief danced in his verdant eyes as he bent on the floor and made the koorime sit on the bed. Pressing open mouth kisses that slowly slid lower, Kurama made sure that he knew who exactly was in control. The fox’s pink little tongue swirled at his belly, wet and hungry to taste more of him. He paused, looking up at Hiei until that brooding glare was directed at him.

“Well,” the koorime hissed. “Get on with it!”
“Just wanted to make sure,” Kurama murmured.

Just as Hiei was going to protest angrily, Kurama swallowed him to the very root and made the fire demon cry out in shock. The fox pulled back until he reached the crown, it leaking profusely on his tongue which licked it away quite easily. His fingers ghosted along the demon’s thighs, tickling the sensitive skin as he sucked away, draining the koorime’s inability to talk. His teeth grazed against the rippled skin, using his tongue to find the fine flesh underneath. Hiei fisted a hand under the fox’s hair as he moaned loudly, anchoring him to move slowly, and drawing out the pleasurable feel of the boy-demon’s mouth.

“Slower,” Hiei uttered, faced flushed in the midst of passion.

Hiei was not a man of words, nor a demon of great practicality but he knew what he wanted. Kurama too happily gave it to him, bobbing his head slowly as per requested, swirling a very wet tongue around the pungent shaft that throbbed its warning in his mouth. Suckling the tip, he had Hiei panting his name. With the distraction of climax so near, Kurama slid a hand over the firm and round cheek of his lover’s ass, tempting and oh so very close to the koorime’s opening. It wasn’t until he plunged his finger in did Hiei stiffen, groaning at the sudden penetration. Kurama waited a moment and then Hiei pushed himself upon that finger shamelessly, thrusting into the fox’s mouth in short, jagged movements.

“Kurama,” he panted. “Cl-close…!”
“I know, love.”

Kurama had not stopped sucking on the demon’s throbbing shaft, it leaking pre-cum over his tongue. But as he scraped the under part of his cock with his bottom teeth, Hiei let out a strangled yell, grasping at the bed sheets in an effort to still the overwhelming feeling to just let go. It wouldn’t have been so difficult if Kurama did not shove another finger next to its partner. With the other hand, the fox stilled the thrusting hips and continued his relentless torture of teeth, tongue and lips. When the third finger made its presence known, Hiei had enough. He yanked back the fox forcefully and looked into those green eyes with a fire so fierce even Kurama had to wince.

“No more,” Hiei gasped. “No more foreplay, just fuck me. Fuck me now!”
“If you let me go, I’d be happy to oblige,” the fox suggested, rubbing his raging erection on his lover’s leg.

Without warning, Hiei used his super demon speed and heaved the fox over him. Bewildered, he managed not flop completely over him but it was a close call. Using his forearms to keep his weight off him, Kurama flipped his hair over his shoulder and smiled at the koorime.

“You’re so impatient,” Kurama sighed, nipping at his lower lip. “Thank the stars for it too.”
“Stick your dick up my ass or I’ll kill you,” Hiei snarled.

Kurama smiled and watched his beloved squirm under his gaze uncomfortably. He grabbed Hiei’s hips and parted his thighs, looking once at the koorime before his shoved his large, aching cock into his puckered entrance. Arcing, Hiei cried out and wrapped his legs around the fox’s waist. Both of them were shuddering from the first thrust, stiff in different senses of the word. It wasn’t until Kurama pulled back and pushed in slowly, making his lover hiss in pleasure and pain did the welcome truly hit home. Hiei was so very tight, his insides almost too hot to fuck. Thank god he was a demon, the fox thought, trembling in an effort to contain himself. Hiei’s scraping hands on his face brought him back to earth.

“Move,” Hiei mumbled, clenching his ass tightly in emphasis. “Or die.”

Opening one eye in annoyance, Kurama gave one sharp thrust; his pelvis grazing Hiei’s engorged cock. The fire demon moaned loudly and looked ready to give an uninhibited look of pure pleasure if not for the fact that Kurama had slowed down and pressed himself against Hiei a moment. Both of them groaned at the hot touch of flesh. It was then that that Kurama began thrusting, slowly at first so as to give Hiei a chance to get used to him. The fox reached over and kissed his lover gently, for all their fervent lovemaking there was always time for a kiss. Kurama clenched his fists tightly as he pounded into Hiei’s unyielding body. Grabbing Hiei’s ankle, he lifted it over his shoulder so as to change the angle of his thrusts. Kurama was breathing heavily, small little rivulets of sweat clinging to his skin, making his hair damp.
The bed moved along with their movements, soft cries of pleasure and little sounds of mewing came from both of them. Hiei’s leg (for one was raised high on his lover’s shoulder) tightened around Kurama’s waist, shoving his large cock deeper into his ass, making them both seize up a moment as the high strung ecstasy radiated from both their skins. They were reaching the pinnacle of their tryst, bodies wearing down and breathing become ragged. Kurama moved to grab Hiei’s weeping erection but the koorime stopped him a moment, grabbing the wrist and bringing it to his mouth. Unsure, Kurama slowed a bit was rewarded with a grinding of Hiei’s hips. His mouth parted in a gasp. He watched Hiei bestow a fanged kiss on the most delicate part of the skin, just where his pulse raced. It was endearing to the fox, despite their sex-soaked minds, that Hiei could still have that streak of quiet affection. Once his hand was returned to him, he began fisting his lover in quick, heated strokes. Two things happened: one, Hiei stiffened at the contact and clenched everything, causing the pressure to build around Kurama’s shaft and second, he cried out as he came suddenly without warning. Kurama was too far-gone to notice as he thrust twice more and released his sticky, hot seed into Hiei’s ass.
The orgasm was mind-blowing, everything sucked out of him and his koorime. Hiei’s come spilled onto his hand, most of his stomach and chest. Kurama didn’t care; he collapsed on the fire demon without a care, smearing the sticky fluids between the two. Their breathing was harsh, labored and the only sound in the room. It wasn’t until Hiei poked Kurama callously at his side did he realized he was still sprawled all over him. Moving to the side, the fox placed his head on Hiei’s shoulder.

“Normally, you’re not that vocal,” Kurama mused.
“I had to make up for all the time we lost,” Hiei grunted, eyes closing sleepily. “If I had fucked you while you were sick, I would have been stuck listening to my thrusts. Idiot.”
“So, you missed my voice?”
“Not now,” Hiei scowled, wiping their spunk from his chest and onto the sheets.
“I just washed those,” Kurama complained.
“You wanted the bed, so quit bitching,” Hiei tugged at one of his forelocks.
“I wanted to be comfortable,” the fox replied sourly. “Besides, I don’t like to sleep while the sheets are still wet. Get up; I’m going to put them in the laundry.”
“Would you shut up,” Hiei growled, opening one eye balefully. “That stupid saying, what is it? Silence is golden, so shut it now.” Kurama glared but followed suit.

Life was good.