How to Decorate a Tree

The house was empty but for the redhead staring forlornly at the bare pine tree in the corner of his mother’s living room. It looked like he would be spending Christmas alone this year. Takanaka-san had taken Kurama's mother to a resort for Christmas and the fox did not want to interfere with his mother’s happiness. True this would be the first Christmas she did not spend with him and she would miss him, but the newlyweds needed some special alone time that they would not get here.

Kurama sighed heavily as he stared at the barren tree. “I need a distraction,” he muttered to himself as he reached for the box of ornaments on the floor by his feet. He pulled out an ornament shaped like a simple snowflake. “I wonder what Hiei would think of this,” he mumbled placing its tiny hook on a branch.

Just then, he felt a distinct ki enter the house through his bedroom window. “Speak of the devil….” A mischievous grin captured the red head’s face as he concealed himself behind the sofa. “This should prove a worthy distraction.”

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Hiei had returned from the Makai only moments before he found himself inexplicably drawn toward the fox’s home. “I should let Kurama know I’m back,” he thought. Kitsune were notoriously territorial, not to mention Kurama was a good partner. “It is purely a courtesy,” he thought, letting his feet carry him quickly to the tree outside the red head’s bedroom.

“I’ll just pop in here and let him know I’m back,” he muttered as he entered the habitually unlocked window. Quickly surveying the room, Hiei determined that his quarry was downstairs, so that is where he headed.

As he descended the stairs, he noticed the evergreen garland lining the banister. “What’s this for?” he wondered silently and quickly dismissed it as some ningen tradition that the fox must follow for his mother.

When he reached the living room, he found it empty. “Funny, I could’ve sworn the fox was down here,” he thought. After a quick purview he noticed the nearly bare tree standing in the corner. Its only decoration was a single white snowflake. Drawn to the icon of his lost childhood, the hiyoukai found himself standing so close to the tree that its branches moved.

So enchanted was he by this reminder of a land to which he never belonged that he failed to notice the fact that the tree branches were moving more than just from his touch. They quickly wrapped themselves around the diminutive, black-clad form until there was no hope of his escape. Only then did the branch holding the snowflake move breaking the demon’s trance.

To say he was unamused would be an understatement of the worst kind. He was beyond unamused. He was pissed. He was seriously considering burning down the tree that held him. One thing stopped him. Retribution. The fox would pay for this, Hiei would make sure of that.

Kurama surveyed his captive, held in strong branches of the pine coaxed to grow to the job. The addition of out-of-season flowers completed his work. With an extra sway of his hips, he walked to his captive, laying a hand on his cheek. “Now, that’s how you decorate a tree.”

Hiei glared at the offending redhead. “What are you doing, fox?” the hiyoukai growled out. His amusement level dropped further by the addition of said colorful flowers.

Kurama chuckled softly, “Isn’t it obvious? I am getting ready for Christmas.” He slowly slid his hand from Hiei’s cheek behind the captive neck. “It is a holiday that some ningens celebrate on which gifts are exchanged.” He paused and locked gazes with the trapped fire demon. “Do you know my favorite part of Christmas, Hiei?” he asked.

Hiei was stunned by this character before him. He had never seen the fox be assertive like this. True enough, his youko counterpart had a distinguished reputation for such things, but Kurama always seemed softer than that. Heart racing, Hiei managed a breathy, “Hn,” that could have meant anything.

“I love unwrapping presents,” he whispered conspiratorially. Using both hands, Kurama pulled the scarf from the smaller demon’s neck while he kissed the lips, which were slightly parted by surprise. “Mm,” he moaned pulling back from those lips. “Are you my present Hiei? Do I get to unwrap you and then do whatever I wish with you?” A seductive smile played on the fox’s lips as he began tracing intricate patterns on the hiyoukai’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.

“Isn’t this, ahh, sudden?” Hiei stuttered trying to maintain some dignity since his anger was fleeing under expert fingers. He really would not mind submitting to the kitsune; he just wanted Kurama to be sure that this was what he wanted.

A pathetic sigh escaped the redhead as he pulled away from his prisoner. “I am lonely,” he admitted with a cute pout. “I want, no need, someone to touch.”

The intensity shown from those emerald eyes nearly stopped Hiei’s heart, but the words struck him hard. “So I am a convenience?” he whispered.

The green eyes widened in shock at the pain in the hiyoukai’s voice. “H-hiei,” Kurama stuttered placing both hands on opposing sides of the fire demon’s face. He forced the captive to look him in the eye. “I have never thought of you that way.” He gently placed his lips on the jaganshi’s forehead. “You are important to me,” he continued with a kiss over the left eye. “As a friend,” he tenderly repeated the motion over the right eye, “and I hope,” with a kiss on the end of the demon’s nose, “as a lover.” He finished his statement by claiming his friend’s lips.

The kiss started rather chastely, but became more demanding when Hiei decided to play along. With a flick of his tongue, Kurama requested entrance to his partner’s mouth, and access was immediately granted. He spent what felt like an eternity exploring the depths of that cavern only to reluctantly pull back when the need for oxygen overwhelmed him.

Unconsciously checking the hold that the branches had over the black clad form, Kurama began mapping the other’s jaw toward his ear. He paid close attention to how his partner’s breath hitched and hissed when he reached a particularly sensitive spot. As he took the hiyoukai’s earlobe into his mouth, he moaned in pleasure at he shiver that ran through his lover.

“So do I get to unwrap this present?” he whispered huskily in his partner’s ear before biting the lobe sharply.

With a hiss, Hiei groaned out, “Please.” He could feel the fox’s lips curve into a smile when he gently sucked the abused lobe.

“Arigato,” he whispered as he traced a new path to the other ear. The sounds the diminutive demon was making were intoxicating and sending pulsing shocks straight to his center. As he paid the second ear the same attention as the first, Kurama’s nimble fingers began undressing the fire demon with minimal delay around the three belts.

When all that remained of Hiei’s clothing was his shirt, Kurama pulled back to survey his new dilemma. How was he to get the shirt off without untying the demon? However, his query was short lived as Hiei let out a quiet whimper at the loss of contact. It was enticing to Kurama’s youko line and he suddenly found claws where his fingernails used to be. “Well that will work,” he expressed with a lower voice than usual.

That change was not lost on the jaganshi, who focused enough to notice the gold lining the green eyes staring at his mostly bare form. He groaned slightly and licked his suddenly dry lips.

“Now, now, that’s my job.” The kitsune reclaimed those lips in a forceful kiss, nibbling and sucking them until they were red and swollen. All the while, he was running his newly formed claws up and down the sides of the demon. He pressed just had enough for his captive to be aware of them, but not hard enough to damage that toned body.

When he came up for air, Hiei was trembling and panting with need. Kurama stabbed his claws into the material of the hiyoukai’s shirt and cut it off the small man’s body. He started trailing his way with lips, teeth and tongue down his partner’s neck again mapping out what caused the demon to react. He was determined to have his captive begging for release before the day was through.

The red head found a particularly sensitive spot on the hybrid’s collarbone and lavished attention on it. “I want to hear that beautiful voice, Hiei. Tell me what I should do with you,” he whispered coyly into the panting demon’s ear. He trailed both hands down to play with the taught nipples on the other’s chest. “I’ll do whatever you want.” His pianist fingers rubbed and rolled the tender peaks. “You just have to ask.”

On a heavy groan, Hiei’s head lolled back to be supported more fully by the tree. His hands were clenched into fists showing his strong desire to relieve the pressure building in his groin for himself. “I...I want you t-to...suck me!” The stressed jaganshi stammered.

Deliberately misinterpreting the demon’s request, green-gold eyes locked with red as he pulled one tortured nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, grazing his teeth over the top. He watched as those red orbs disappeared and he finally heard the other cry out. He moaned appreciatively around the nub and with a final lick, proceeded to administer the same treatment to the other side. When he was satisfied that the demon was incoherent, Kurama continued his exploratory quest lower.

He found that Hiei’s bellybutton was very sensitive, but decided not to torment him too much further. “Besides,” he thought, “I am getting restless too.” He trailed his hands lovingly over his partner’s swollen erection, quite enjoying the fact that there could be something so silky and smooth on such a rough man. Hiei groaned and bucked his hips trying to deepen the connection. “Do you want more?” He caressed with slightly firmer pressure causing this tormented soul to moan again. “I want you to tell me what you want, Hiei. Tell me with that sweet mouth of yours, what I should do to you.”

“P-please...s-suck me!” he whimpered.

“Oh? You want that again?” the redhead responded, moving his face upward again.

“No!” The answer was sharp. “My dick. Suck me off, or I will burn your house down!”

“My, my aren’t we feisty.” Kurama trailed his tongue down from Hiei’s navel and stopped at the base of the other’s cock. “Is this what you want?” he asked as he licked straight up from the base to the head of Hiei’s throbbing member.

“Aaah!”

Licking the precum from the slit at the top, Kurama added, “Mmm, you taste so good.” He slowly sucked Hiei’s erection into his mouth and did not stop until his lips touched the base. Pausing there and swallowing, he listened raptly as Hiei cried out and whimpered at the assault. He pulled back and sucked down again creating a rhythm that quickly had the demon losing all control.

“K-kurama!” the diminutive figure cried out as he came violently in the other’s mouth.

Kurama swallowed down all that he could before releasing the spent shaft and standing before his lover. Delicately raising the first finger of his right hand to his lips, he wiped up the small amount that had escaped his mouth. He looked the other in the eye, sucked that finger into his mouth, and moaned, while he licked it clean. “So good,” he commented as he looked down. “But what should I do about this?” he questioned indicating his own excited member.

Hiei was unsure when Kurama had found time to undress, but he was very pleased with what he saw. “What do you want to do with it?”

Kurama continued to suck on his now clean finger and the one beside it as he stalked closer. He then wrapped an arm around Hiei’s waist and said, “I was thinking I could put it somewhere.” He stuck one wet finger into the Hiei’s tight entrance. The demon responded immediately with a hiss and rolled his eyes. “Somewhere tight,” he continued pumping the digit in and out of that ass, “and hot.” The hiyoukai moaned in pure bliss. “It’s so tight,” he whispered slipping his second finger in. “You haven’t been using this properly.” He scissored his fingers stretching the muscle to accommodate a much larger intrusion. Hiei was breathing heavy and his erection was returning. “If you don’t use it, it gets so tight.” He crooked his fingers inside the tight ass and massaged his prostate.

“Aah!” the captive cried out in tormented pleasure, while bucking into the hand that tormented him. “P-please! More!”

“You want me to use this properly, Hiei? Can I make this mine?” Kurama accentuated each question with a firm trust straight to the sweet spot.

“Now! Fuck me please!” he was trying to escape the torture, and get more at the same time.

“Mmm, I love that voice.” Kurama exclaimed, while he coated his erection with the sap of one of the flowers on the tree. He then pulled his fingers out of Hiei and smirked at the whimper that followed the loss. Using his ki, he made the tree branches turn the demon around so that he was facing the tree with his feet spread wide. The jaganshi’s arms were above his head and his body was leaning into the tree so that it looked as if he were laying on it vertically. “This would be more comfortable on a bed, but I’m feeling festive,” the kitsune commented. “Now, let me hear more of that voice, Hiei,” he whispered as he impaled the smaller demon on his throbbing cock.

Both men cried out, and Kurama forced himself to pause and let them both adjust to the new sensation. When both were ready, he set a steady pace into his lover. As he was nearing his climax, he adjusted the tree branches that held the jaganshi’s hips so that his angle his Hiei’s sweet spot on each thrust.

Hiei had gone beyond grunts and groans to moans and screams by the time this adjustment came. The sudden assault on his prostate was just too much, and he came screaming Kurama’s name. The rippling of muscles around his cock, caused Kurama to follow quickly.

Kurama coaxed the tree to lower its captive to the floor and he collapsed next to his lover as they both tried to relearn how to breathe.

After a few moments of listening to each other breathe, Hiei spoke. “Fox, I will
get you back for this, you know.”

Chuckling quietly, Kurama answered, “Hm? I’m looking forward to that.”

~Fin~

A/N: I wanted to thank hColleen again for allowing me to use her Drabble in the writing of this fic. I hope you all like it and review it. Any concrit is useful.