Just a Kiss

This is dedicated to Loli's Crazy Journey (whose lemon I still haven't finished) because she thinks I'm brilliant and BlueUtopiah who just freakin' owns my soul! I am her pool boy Fatima and I am in charge of oiling Hiei and Kurama up so that they don't get burned while out in the sun....

This story is one of my more ... uhh ... violent attacks. Personally, I would do the same. I'm weird.

Anyway, I shall be writing more lemons soon. I hope.


One-Shot
Just a Kiss

Kurama was kneeling down in the far south corner of Yukina’s dying garden. It wasn’t that she had no talent; it had been a very bad season for plants in general. The snow had killed off many flowers on his street, though his mother’s had miraculously survived. In a kind gesture, the fox had come to the temple once the snow thawed to scrounge up what was left. Since it had been the New Year, his stepfather had purchased him and his step-brother an iPod each and now he was currently listening to Muse. His hands were filthy with dirt and dead roots and his hair were clinging to his slightly sweaty scalp. His pants were beyond saving when he brought them to use in the garden and since the weather had turned warm, his arms were bare in a white tank top that left those broad shoulders out in the open, tanning golden in the scorching sun.

He was almost finished, with his hair catching in his eyes, and had more than enough time to relax afterwards. Kurama’s lips were dry and his throat was parched. He needed a drink and perhaps some shade to cool off in. Tossing the satchel and small hand rake aside, he raised himself on one knee and wiped his glistening forehead with the back of his arm.

The flowers were better for all his work. He couldn’t have left them to die. They needed some nurturing and his ki had straightened their stems to hold up the buds. He heard a few bees buzzing around his head and knew that they would be pollinated before the day was out. Kurama toed off his tennis shoes and called out to Yukina that he was taking a break then went off to find somewhere he could rest.


… … …


Hiei had felt the pangs of anguish from Yukina almost as soon as she had felt them herself and he merely told Mukuro the gist of it before he dashed off to the Human World. If the oaf had hurt her… or taken her virginity… he would be wiped from existence. Koenma be damned.

Once passing through the barriers, he landed near a cliff and skittered down the mountains and through the forest until he neared Genkai’s lands. He barely glanced at the beach before he literally flew through the trees like a dark shadow and sent out his ki to check if anything was wrong. His sister’s energy signature was strong, and he felt foolish for coming. Seeing no reason to stay, he was ready to leave when he heard a distant buzzing from somewhere along the walls of the temple. He casually walked over, making sure that no one was there to see him. He blinked at the source of the noise.

Kurama.

He was fast asleep against the tree, looking rumpled and so very innocent. The hands that were covered in dirt, even under his fingernails, were holding a peculiar looking device. It was black with a screen on the top and a circular thing. Strange that those hands which looked so gentle and able had killed thousands and left none alive. His legs were stretched out in front of him, relaxed and completely off-guard. If Hiei had wanted to slit the fox’s throat, he could have done it without any sort of retaliation whatsoever. He had quite a few reasons, really. His secret, for one, about his own sister… Kurama was well aware of it.

But recently, while he was training his soldiers until they bled out of their ears, he was thinking more and more of the fox. The number of times his supposed army had been left hacked from his sword, the blood that dripped from his wounds would remind him of that brilliant shade of Kurama’s hair. When he trained, he remembered all those times that he had sparred against the elegant fox. No matter how many times he pinned the redhead, he always found a way to get out of it and trap Hiei somewhere. Those delicate touches, the twinkling of those verdant eyes. Who could resist?

Fortunately, or unfortunately now, he had withstood the subtle advances of the fox. Once, there had been such tension between them, Hiei had lashed out as Kurama had tried to embrace him gently and scratched that petal soft cheek with his hand. The blood that dribbled down his chin and onto the solid white carpet seemed to act like time itself, as it ticked slowly. Kurama steadily turned to face the koorime and blinked. The only pain that he showed was in his eyes, and Hiei knew it was not because of the wound itself. They never spoke of that moment. But Kurama had stopped trying. They had distanced themselves enough so that his trips to the Human World were rare and unexpected. But Hiei was always reminded about what could have been between them. Always.

The fox sighed softly and rubbed a hand absently on the cheek that he had once torn open by his claws. It seemed that he was too tired (or too human) to notice that he was there. Hiei regarded Kurama silently, taking in the soft scent of roses and freshly cut grass. His lips were parted as he breathed with infinite patience. They were rosy, slightly dry with the center wet from the pink tongue inside his moist mouth. The long lashes shadowed against the edge of his eyes and red bangs fluttered over his forehead. A white cord led from the small device to his ears. Hiei could hear some type of music floating and he bent on one knee and pulled the device out of Kurama’s finely carved fingers. Touching the circle, he slid his finger out sight and all at once, the sound that was tolerable blasted out and into Kurama’s ears. The fox opened his eyes in shock, his hands tugging out the headphones from his now throbbing ears.

“Son of a…!”
“Hello fox.”

Kurama looked up in shock and some pain. His ears were still ringing at the moment. There he was, the one demon that had successfully been able to exploit his human emotions. Every time he saw the koorime, his heart ached a little for what could have been between them. But he didn’t show it, not anymore. The last time where he had tried to express any form of affection, he had narrowly escaped a scarred face. He may have been a demon incarnate of one of the most powerful apparitions ever known but even he had his vanity.

“H-Hiei, what are you doing here?”
“Do I need a reason?”
“No, but your visits are few and far in between. I thought perhaps something serious had happened since the last time you came was two months ago,” Kurama shrugged.
“Yukina.”
“I sometimes forget that you have your Jagan,” he paused, rubbing the back of his ear. “She was quite distressed over her garden.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes, why?”
“Hn… nothing.”

Neither of them wanted to speak, for it was quite awkward at this point. Kurama rubbed a bare arm and started to get up when Hiei approached him. He had leaped back like a terrified cat when the music had gotten loud. Startled green eyes looked up and saw that the koorime was eyeing him carefully.

“What is it?”
“You’re filthy,” he stated dully.
“Oh,” Kurama chuckled. “I was fixing what was left of Yukina’s garden.”
“You’re not usually so careless,” Hiei murmured, kneeling on one knee so that he could look directly into the fox’s eyes.
“I was… c-clearing the garden for Yukina. I planted enough to keep her busy for the next few months,” Kurama cleared his throat and brushed back a few locks of hair from his face.
“But you are always clean, so very clean and neat,” Hiei whispered, his voice now low and cool.
“As I’ve said, I’ve been helping Yukina,” the fox confirmed. “She would be happy to see you.”
“She’s well enough on her own,” Hiei’s Jagan flickered briefly to life under the bandanna. “I trust that you’ve been keeping an eye on her.”
“When have I not,” Kurama nettled. “While you’re busy with Mukuro, someone has to come up to the temple. She’s terribly lonely when either Kuwabara or I don’t come.”
“Hn, the fool is still chasing after her?”
“You would know if you visited more,” the fox stated coolly. Hiei raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. “But I suppose keeping a Demon Lord busy takes much time.”
“You should know, fox boy,” Hiei growled. “Yomi’s bragged about quite a few conquests. Most of them were not outside the bedroom.”
“I’m not Youko any longer,” fumed a rather red faced Kurama.
“I’m quite sure he was saying something about how ‘your long red hair cascaded against the virgin white of his pillows’…”
“Does it matter,” Kurama glanced his way. “We are but companions, after all. Since you’ve made your rejection quite blatant, you can’t blame me for going back to old flames.”
“I never assumed your tastes ran to horny and blind.”

Pause.

“That was a cold thing to say, even for you,” Kurama moved to get up.
“Kurama…”
“What? I’ll be leaving soon. My mother wants to meet up for lunch.”
“You don’t live with her?”
“I think it would be best if you came to visit us more often.”
“Perhaps,” Hiei crouched down comfortably, one eye lazily trailing the fox’s neckline. It provoked the redhead to answer.
“No, I moved out. I live in a flat closer to the school,” Kurama smiled. “It’s not very big but I pay it out of my own wages.”
“You work now,” asked Hiei disdainfully. “Youko has enough treasures stashed all around Makai.”
“I am not Youko, I repeat,” Kurama replied. “Perhaps being a waiter isn’t the most glamorous job in the world but the tips are very generous, looking the way I do and all.”
“Hn, you’ve been around humans for far too long.”
“The fact that I’m surrounded by them, Hiei? Don’t be so callous.”

Again, the silence came between them. It wasn’t as though Hiei had nothing to say, he just wasn’t sure about how to go about it. Yes, Hiei, the Master of the Dragon of the Darkness Flame, an A Class demon and heir to Mukuro was nervous. Kurama was in similar state, though he had already had made his intentions bold and clear. It was awkward.

“You wanted to say something,” Kurama asked unexpectedly.
“Hn… it is inconsequential.”
“Hiei, I’ve learned from you that anything you wish to say is usually very important,” seeing that the koorime wasn’t ready to leave, he settled back against the tree and wrapped the headphones around the iPod.
“Why?”
“Why what, exactly?”
“Give me a reason as to why you pursue me,” Hiei asked bluntly.
“A reason? What caused this curiosity?”
“Don’t try to evade the question, just answer it.”
“A reason… I have none.”
“Then why in the seven hells are you chasing after me like some swooning female, you sick son of a bitch!”

Another pause.

“That was completely unnecessary,” Kurama muttered, glaring at the koorime. “I don’t have a reason for pursuing you. I just do it-”
“For fun,” Hiei finished coldly, looking completely furious.
“No, never that. I want you Hiei. So very badly,” Kurama sighed, shaking his head. “Why are we even having this conversation? You don’t return any sort of feelings for me.”

Kurama was getting up, ready to leave. He had been thoroughly put down by the koorime. He had work later on and had to go home to change. He didn’t need this. All he wanted was a night out with the guys and perhaps some drinks to go along with his melancholy. Anything was better than being questioned by the one demon he was currently trying to get over. He was almost there, almost over the bastard until he waltzed back into his life, asking questions and making him feel like a fool. Hiei was standing by the time he pushed back his hair. Kurama raised an eyebrow.

“Yukina might like the company you provide,” he said quietly. “I’m leaving.”
“So you want me just because you feel like it, or is it for love’s sake?”
“Hiei, you come in here, barging into my life like you have a right,” Kurama whispered, shaking his head in despair. “The only reason why I went willingly into Yomi’s arms was because my heart ached for you.”
“Hn, don’t blame me for your lusty actions,” Hiei snapped.
“No, you’re above that,” Kurama snapped coldly. “Never a dull moment, right Hiei?”
“Did you think I came here for undying love confessions?”
“No,” Kurama’s eyes narrowed. “But it doesn’t matter; I don’t care what you do-”
“Do for w-”

Kurama grabbed the lapels of Hiei’s cloak, pulled him up and pressed his mouth down onto the flaky one he had been so tempted to taste. He nipped on his lower lip, suckling and drowning in Hiei’s taste. He was so warm, lips thoroughly wet by his own tongue as he made the poor koorime gasp in shock. Their tongues tangled almost roughly, Hiei’s fingers digging tightly into the fox’s shoulders. Kurama ignored the pain and licked every warm crevasse he could find, drawing out a few needy whimpers from the Hiei. A sudden sharp jab had Kurama on his knees clutching a now painfully throbbing crotch. He had been torn apart by a bomb wielding demon, been stabbed, cut and left bleed but this was just… wrong…

“What the hell is wrong with you,” Kurama cried in agony, rocking back and forth. Being kicked heftily in the nuts was not something he would recommend.
“I thought you didn’t care,” Hiei spat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I didn’t… until now,” the fox wheezed.
“Good,” Hiei walked over to the fox. “Understand that I didn’t come here to be raped by the infamous Youko Kurama.”
“Then what,” the fox groaned, trying to keep the tears from his eyes.

Hiei grabbed a handful of red hair and yanked Kurama up to eye level, which incidentally wasn’t that high, and glared at him. The fox remained calm; a little angry and somewhat insulted, but still his foxy self.

“I came to see Yukina. Now I have you at my mercy, in pain. This is turning out to be quite a delightful day.”
“It was just a kiss,” Kurama hissed.
“Which you stole, like the thief you are,” Hiei growled, tugging on the hair tighter.
“Hiei, go before I break my promise and release Youko,” the redhead growled.
“You talk too much,” Hiei growled, pulling his hair once more and crushing their lips together violently.

His fangs, which had sharpened during his time at Makai, now tore through the delicate flesh of Kurama’s lip and the little droplets of blood brought him into a frenzy as he suckled on that cut oh so slowly, drawing his tongue over it and into that warm and moist cavern. Kurama pulled away from his pain and wrapped his arms around the koorime’s waist, kneading against him with quick movements. But his eyebrows knitted together in anger. His hands slid down that lithe and nicely sculpted body until he reached between them and grabbed the front of Hiei’s pants. The fox pulled away before the koorime’s teeth could scissor through his mouth. Cruelly, he smirked at Hiei’s squeak of pain at having his prized treasures gripped in a very tight hold.

“You, my dear little firefly, talk too little,” Kurama whispered delicately. Squeezing again, Hiei was forced to nod. “Now, tell me, are you attracted to me or not. And be truthful, I can smell a lie from the moment it leaves those succulent lips of yours.”
“I don’t have to --- (squeeze) ---”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” the fox teased evilly. “You’re going to have to speak up.”
“Yes! Fuck! Let go of me!”
“Do you want to be with me Hiei,” Kurama asked innocently. “Or are you toying with me?”
“N-No, I want you fox,” Hiei looked at him sincerely, though his eyes were wincing in pain. “More than you know…”
“Good,” Kurama nodded, letting go. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”

Hiei dug his long, calloused fingers into the fox’s hair and yanked him forward, crushing their lips together in a battle of tongues. But it was soft, almost playful as Hiei scraped the tip of Kurama’s long and skilled muscle with his teeth. The fox drew his fingers over the taunt and very nice curves of Hiei’s ass, pulling him closer and allowing him to rub up against the fiery demon. It was all he could hope for. The kiss was like a breath of fresh air, something he had waited for far too long. Hiei pulled away with lusty eyes and nudged his nose against Kurama’s delicately. The fox smiled softly.

“You have no idea, how terribly long I’ve waited to kiss you like that,” Kurama admitted.
“This isn’t a game,” Hiei replied, red eyes watching for any hint of rejection. “If you choose me now, I won’t let go for a long time.”
“I really wouldn’t have it any other way,” the fox purred, chuckling softly.
“Hn, you’re a fool. It’s as if you’re tempting fire,” Hiei warned.
“It’s always so fun trying to see if you’ll get burned or not,” Kurama snickered, settling down against the tree with Hiei casually draped over his chest. “I don’t see you complaining very much either.”
“I have what I want,” the koorime replied bluntly.
“I can see that,” Kurama paused, looking down. “Now tell me… what did Yomi say?”