Punishment

SPOILERS! Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
I overlap anime and manga canon for this series though it may not show in all of my fics.
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Hiei didn't come very often any more but Kurama still left the bedroom windows unlocked. When he did come it was always after a sound beating, to recuperate. This was one of those times. Hiei made it just in time to pass through the window to collapse into hibernation on the floor in front of it.

Kurama sighed at the tell-tale thud and went to see what kind of shape his friend was in, getting a damp hand towel on the way. He stripped the little youkai of his ruined and bloody clothing to wipe him down before dressing his wounds. Once Hiei looked pretty decent he was put in bed and left to sleep. Judging from past experience and the amount of blood and grime there was he knew Hiei would be out for a while. So, Kurama went to the convenience store he tended to frequent to pick up some of his favorite foods to welcome him with.

A bit more than eight hours later, large red eyes opened sleepily and Hiei got up to pull on the clothes that had been left out for him on a chair. It had become a regular thing. The first couple of times he hadn’t bothered to look around and so, hadn’t noticed the clothing waiting for him and just went looking for Kurama naked. Now, each time he came he automatically knew there would be new pants and a shirt, much like the type he always wore, sitting in Kurama’s desk chair. Keeping clothing for Hiei for times such as these was becoming more and more necessary.

As the smaller youkai emerged from the bedroom Kurama called out to him. “I’m getting too good at predicting when you’ll wake up” A fact that was accentuated by the smells and sounds of cooking. “You’re going to have to start coming for more than to take advantage of my bodyguard services.”

Going straight for the stove, Hiei could only spare an unhappy grunt as he began to shovel various foods into his mouth straight out of the pans.

“As entertaining as it is to watch you feed…” A plate and spoon were set next to Hiei.

He continued to eat with one hand and dish with the other. He knew he was in for more prodding about how much easier it would be for both of them for him to eat from the plate if he didn’t comply.

After making a plate himself, Kurama grabbed both since his guest had made no sign of moving to the table. A low growl came and he laughed. “Here boy, come get it!”

“Would you cease with your comments!” But Hiei followed his food nonetheless.

That made the redhead laugh more. “Aa, I’ve been feeling extra playful recently and you know I have to get my fill of teasing you, anyway,” he said with a smile as they settled at the table in his living area.

“Tormenting is more like it,” Hiei bit out while resuming his efforts to decimate Kurama’s food supply.

“Playing,” Kurama insisted.

“Annoying.”

The youko’s chin quivered and he feigned hurt. “You think I’m annoying?” He bit the corner of a napkin like a damsel in sadness. He’d seen that in a movie somewhere.

“Che, you know I don’t fall for your guilt trips, especially when you’re not even trying.” After finishing his hill of food, the jaganshi leaned back with a sigh, patting his stomach. “Do you have any of that drink thing… soda?”

“Yes, I’ll go get you one.” He came back with two ramune and set one in front of his guest.

“The blue island one?” Hiei had gotten good at opening them. The first time Kurama gave him one he didn’t warn him to open it slowly and half of it spewed out. Kurama laughed his ass off. Hiei glared and stomped off only to grudgingly return half an hour later, unexpectedly sticky and in need of a wash.

For this, the redhead didn’t bother with a correction. Hawaii could be paradise on earth and Hiei still wouldn’t care to remember the name of a ningenkai island he didn’t have to. Either way, he knew Hiei liked blue so he tended to get it. He flipped on his television and they watched it for a while. When Kurama heard a marble tinkling next to him he looked to see what the other was doing.

Hiei could feel Kurama’s eyes. It made him feel like voicing his musings. “It’s kind of like you, isn’t it,” and it was more of a statement of fact than a question. “The ball. Trapped by something alike, but different.”

“I’m not really trapped. I choose to stay here. You know that.”

“And like the ball, you would need outside influence to escape.”

“I think it’s like you, too.”

Hiei pause to think and then answered, “I guess you’re right.” He reached out to deposit the empty bottle on the table and winced as one of his gashes throbbed in disagreement.

“I think that means it’s time for you to shower so I can re-wrap you.”

A short time later with showering, bandaging, assurance of good healing and no infection, and some cajoling for Hiei to stick around for a few days, they were off to bed. As usual when the brunette was injured, Kurama took the futon and Hiei took the bed.

In the morning, the devious youko managed to wrangle a grumbling Hiei into spending some time outside. Complete with promises of treats for good little boys and a few death threats, of course.

Kurama got Hiei into some street clothes he kept for him. Today, pair of black jeans, black tennis shoes, a long, thin jacket. And just for the hell of it, even though his tank would fit in just fine, he made him wear a blue tank that said “Have a Hambergar day!” All of it designed to be close to his usual attire so he would feel more comfortable. Kurama, himself, wore a pair of dark blue jeans, a sky blue shirt with a maneki neko on it and an open, brown button down.

“Don’t foxes eat cats,” Hiei pointed out from the couch.

“Yep,” he said with a huge smile.

“Well, don’t drool on your shirt. It’s bad enough you’re dragging me out.” But he followed the redhead out anyway.

They walked in companionable silence, even though Hiei wasn’t happy about being drug about the ningen populace to various shops. The smaller youkai grunted in protest as he was forced into a place that was a lot different from the places Kurama usually took him to. There were posters covering the walls and mostly very small things for sale.

Kurama flipped through the little things in the stacks, picking one out to survey every few moments. Finding one that met his approval, he walked to a machine on the nearest wall. “Come over here,” beckoned the redhead as he waved him over. “This machine lets you listen to CDs. Its music,” he explained, putting the headphones over Hiei’s head.

He wasn’t very interested but he went along with what Kurama wanted anyway. When the music started playing he was a little surprised at what he heard. It was a CD of traditional Japanese music with a sampling of everything from koto to komabue to gagaku. Every 30-45 seconds the redhead would skip to the next track and after six or seven Hiei took the headphones off.

“You don’t like it,” Kurama asked with a frown.

Hiei shook his head. “It’s alright for ningen music.”

Kurama brightened. “I thought you would. Traditional ningen music is very similar to ours for obvious reasons. More sophisticated because Makai is more of the fighting type than the music loving type. Do you want to hear some from other countries?”

When Hiei only shrugged he took it as a yes and grabbed another CD with things like piano and violin. He ended up buying two CDs for Hiei since he only shrugged when asked if he wanted them. Kurama had figured out that tended to mean “I hate ningen and I don’t want to look like I don’t by accepting this.” One was variety of traditional Japanese music without singing and one was a more worldly variety of traditional music, also without singing.

Next, they stopped at a clothing store where the youko picked out some more crazy clothes and ones that were similar to Hiei’s usual. They were grumpily and hesitantly accepted. Then, there was an art shop.

“What is all this nonsense,” Hiei asked, confused by the masses of entertainment posters.

Kurama laughed, “I know, it’s horrible, isn’t it?”

“Why are we here?”

“I have some blank wall space. I thought some pictures might be nice.”

They both looked around for a little longer, though Hiei tried to pretend he wasn’t until he spotted some ukiyoe prints that had oni fighting with ningen. Kurama was again at his side. Yes, best not to leave a testy hiyoukai unattended for long, lest innocent bystanders be burnt to cinders.

“Aa, I’m a fan of ukiyoe as well,” the redhead mused playfully.

“These amuse me. A ningen making a picture of ningen being killed by oni.”

“I do like this one,” he motioned toward the print Hiei was standing in front of. “I think I’ll get it and I’ve picked out two others. I’ll just be a minute while I pay.” He and the clerk exchanged greetings and smiles. “I’d like number 1294G, 3068H and 8923A,” the redhead said pleasantly, “and could you frame them all with the number 37 frame please?”

“Of course. These are good choices,” the clerk said while entering the order request. “Is that your friend over there,” he asked, nodding slightly toward the dark figure radiating malice in the corner.

Kurama laughed, “Yes.”

Hiei’s eyes slid to the side at his mention.

“Delivery or pick up?”

“I’ll come pick them up.” He leaned his chin in his hand on the counter, sparkling. Seriously, sparkling.

The clerk smiled but was regretting not being able to get his customer’s phone number under the guise of business. “I’m not going to charge you the labor fee so your total is 7582en.”

“Oh, no, I can pay your labor fee,” Kurama acted completely surprised.

“Really, I insist!” He was all smiles.

“If you’re sure,” he smiled coyly and paid.

“Ye-yes! They’ll be ready for you on Friday!”

“Well then, excuse us.”

That was Hiei’s cue to join Kurama to leave. Kurama was smirking to himself. Hiei thought that all seemed a little strange but paid it no mind.

“Done?” The jaganshi was starting to get a little irritated by all the people.

“Let’s get something to eat first?”

“Fine.”

Kurama took them to a café, the type that served artsy coffee lover’s foods; soups, sandwiches, salads, and western desserts like pastries and muffins. Couldn’t go wrong with soup and bread, the universal food. When he went to order he and the cashier flirted a little back and forth.

“Are you with someone,” the cashier asked a little boldly.

“A friend,” Kurama smiled.

Hiei had been watching the whole thing surreptitiously.

“What would you like to drink, okyaku-san,” he smiled back.

Hiei thought there was an awful lot of smiling going on. He frowned.

“Just water, please.” He was doing that sparkle thing again.

“Here is your number card. Put it in the holder and we will bring your order out to you.” He added in a softer voice, “It’s on the house.”

Kurama took the card with a wink and led his companion to a table. If he didn’t have an awesome poker face the hiyoukai would have looked positively scandalized. After they finished eating in relative silence they went back to Kurama’s apartment, as promised.

“Is something wrong? Were we out too long,” the youko asked, taking a seat on the couch next to his guest.

Hiei looked over.

“You’ve been quiet for a while,” he pointed out.

“I was just thinking I have never seen you acting that way with ningen before.”

“What way?”

“Flirting,” he accused.

“Well I have to keep my ego up, don’t I,” Kurama quipped with a smirk.

Hiei hummed thoughtfully. “You told me you weren’t that way.”

From the way Hiei emphasized ‘that way’ Kurama instantly knew he was referring to the time he had tried to give him Yukina’s hiruseki stone. He laughed, “Now Hiei, you know how much I like to tease you and you did set yourself right up for that one.”

He flushed and snorted indignantly at being the butt of such a joke.

“Maa maa, are you jealous? I can flirt with you, too,” the redhead exclaimed playfully as he quickly threw his arms around the smaller youkai and smooshed his lips against his cheek.

Hiei’s eyes widened and he started shoving against Kurama who was holding tight, giggling. “What do you think you are doing?!”

“Come on, you know you want it,” he replied overly dramatic.

“Have you gone insane?” The hiyoukai tried to break his smaller body away without injuring the redhead but he just didn’t seem to want to let go.

“Oh Baby!” Kissed were splattered enthusiastically all over Hiei’s face. “I’ve missed you!”

He was sputtering, unable to form words for a moment while he tried to dodge that mouth. He would later swear that mouth to secrecy. The great and powerful Hiei didn‘t sputter. “That’s enough, Kurama! You’re taking this joke too far!” He was flushed and breathing hard, as was Kurama.

Kurama shoved Hiei’s smaller body back so he lay on the couch, pinning him, and commanded in a hard, smooth voice, “Stop squirming.”

Hiei stiffened immediately at the tone and looked suspiciously at the other. “What…”

“I’m finished playing with you,” he cut him off, paying no attention to the glare that was trying to burn him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me and, unless you’re really that dense or your inferiority complex is blinding you, I know you’ve seen me, too. If you really wanted to get away we both know you would‘ve just flitted off, if not worse.”

Red eyes widened and darted around to see what kind of new prank this would be, then narrowed skeptically.

That silky voice purred into Hiei’s ear, “If you don’t mind too much, I’m going to seduce you now.” And he set to work.

They kissed, at first chastely. Kurama was still giving the option of backing out. when Hiei didn’t break his fingers or put a new hole in him, he licked the other lips gently to give him the idea that he wanted to deepen it while sliding the tips of his fingers under the bottom of Hiei’s shirt.

After a few moments Hiei decided that Kurama wouldn’t be going so far if he weren’t serious and loosened up. Mouth opening, his tongue eagerly and roughly began plundering the youko’s. Moans and nips were given in return and a playful tongue followed his own. Kurama slid the troublesome hambergar shirt up enough that he could slowly squeeze and twist at the little nubs on Hiei’s chest.

For his part, Hiei wasn’t about to be outdone. He sat up quickly, forcing the redhead up with one hand, then he reached out and grabbed the two tails at the bottom front of his shirt. In one swift movement it was ripped open, the buttons flying around, and in the second it was pushed over Kurama’s arms and hands to lie around him.

“Hey,” he yelled, shocked.

Hiei only smirked, red eyes staring defiantly into green. “I was only teasing.” With that he removed his shirt, as well, and tossed it off somewhere.

“You’re still getting punished!” Before the hiyoukai could even think to ask how Kurama’s hands flew out to tickle him.

Red eyes were wide. “What… what is this?” He laughed. “I don’t like this! Stop it!” And laughed… but tried not to. “It’s confusing!” And was that a snort?

The tickling suddenly ceased and Hiei’s small body was lifted into Kurama’s lap. One hand moved to the small of his back to pull their groins together and the other grabbed a fistful of black hair to tip the head back. Their eyes met for a second before their lips slammed together again. Kurama used his influence on Hiei’s back to pull him into a rhythm of slow, steady rocking. They broke for air soon, the redhead set on a trail from mouth to neck to chest. Hiei’s nipples were pert and the youko was eyeing them like a tasty chicken. The right was taken by mouth to swirl, suck and bite. When Kurama’s other hand left the hair to travel the path of his mouth and joined its twin on the left nub, pressing, rubbing and pulling, Hiei groaned from the triple threat and received one in return.

Neither could take it for long, the maddeningly slow pace, but splattering all over their underwear wasn’t quite the option either was looking for. Maybe some other time. Kurama’s free hand dipped down to slip into the back of Hiei’s pants. Hiei jumped up and threw off his pants so fast it was like someone threw a bucket of ice water on them.

“Take them off,” Hiei growled out impatiently, indicating Kurama‘s pants.

A soft smile answered, maddeningly, infuriatingly, attracting the eyes. Aa, the things he intended to do to those lips. Hiei didn’t know what was worse for him right then; looking at those lips or witnessing Kurama’s cock being revealed by the slow removal of his pants, inch by torturous inch. Should’ve known to shred those, too. Once the pants and underwear were off he pointed to the lucky shirt.

“That, too.”

“Of course.”

The shirt disappeared and Kurama dropped to the couch to pull Hiei back into his lap. Fingers pulled at his fundoshi strings, ghosting over his hidden length.

“Now we’re not even,” he pouted and used the pretext of fumbling with the ties to torture Hiei.

There was a growl and Hiei reached down to yank his fundoshi away to end the torture. Kurama just chuckled and wordlessly acquiesced to the demand for real touching. After so much playing already Kurama was ready to move on so he dug a small bottle of lube out from the cushions and drizzled some on two of his fingers.

Hiei’s eyes narrowed, comprehension hitting him quick. “You planned this,” he accused.

“A little, yeah.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye and pride evident in his voice. All the while his fingers were working to spread the lube around Hiei’s hole.

“You will pay for this, you know that don’t you?”

“I’m looking forward to it!” And on the last word Kurama drove one of his fingers in, twisting it to spread the lube further.

Hiei winced and his cock bobbed, anticipating the second. It wasn’t made to wait long, though. After a couple thrusts with the first finger, Kurama pulled his finger out and pushed both in, slicking up the tiny entrance nicely. He leaned back to have better access to his own member, though more to give Hiei a show, and dribbled a bit of lube on it. That was spread around with a few tugs and then he put his hands on the hiyoukai’s hips, just holding, waiting for him to take the cue to impale himself.

Rising a bit, Hiei worked his way forward and lined himself up, taking hold of the other’s erection. He teased the head back and forth across his twitching hole. Kurama pushed his hips up a little, trying to sink in, but Hiei would have none of that.

“Come on, dammit!”

“I see your patience for intricate puzzles does not extend to sex.”

Payback’s a bitch but he didn’t keep it up for long before bracing Kurama’s hard-on and sitting on it. They both stilled a moment to adjust to the tightness and fullness. But then Kurama’s fingers tightened a fraction, his hips twitched, and Hiei responded with grinding that became riding that became a fast pace of penetration.

The room was filled with soft panting and moaning, slapping of skin on skin, the wet noises of hardness sliding into a hot, moist cavern. Hiei was rocking closer into the warmth in front of him with every few thrusts, his hips being met on each fall. It was when Kurama’s fingers finally gripped hard enough for his nails to break the skin that Hiei groaned and his hole clenched in reflex, sending Kurama off to his climax. The splashing of warmth in his bowels and the sight of the redhead throwing his head back, baring his neck, in turn set Hiei off. He finally fell forward, aiming to bite into Kurama’s neck and ride out the pulses of their orgasm.

Outside, Yusuke and Kuwabara were walking up to the door. Yusuke knocked and yelled, “Yo Kurama, open up!”

“Go away!”

Yusuke and Kuwabara looked at each other. “Was that Hiei,” Yusuke asked. “Come on Kurama, let us in!” He banged again.

“Hiei,” he warned. Kurama sighed and called out, “Just a minute!”

Hiei climbed off of him and tossed Kurama’s clothes to him, then started pulling his own on. They straightened themselves out as best they could, Kurama trying to finger comb his hair into submission. He pushed the cushions on the couch back in place, flipping over the one they’d been sitting on, and shoved his button down in a drawer on the way to the door. Hiei flopped down in the corner of the couch, smirking.

“Oi, what took you so long,” Yusuke asked when the door opened.

“I was in the middle of cleaning up. Come on in.” Kurama couldn’t help feeling like they were staring.

They all took seats, Kurama next to Hiei, Kuwabara in the opposite corner of the couch, and Yusuke in the chair.

“Ok… we picked up those movies we were talking about and brought that game,” Yusuke said a little cautiously, meeting eyes with Kuwabara.

“Great! Should we play the board game first,” Kurama asked, trying to ignore the looks.

Kuwabara jumped up, pulling at his hair. “I can’t take this, man. You’re keeping secrets from us,” he pointed accusingly at Kurama. “How could you do that to us?!”

“Yeah, what is that, a bite mark,” Yusuke questioned, inspecting the mark and poking it. “You have some kind of secret girlfriend?”

“What,” the redhead squawked, slapping a hand over it and running to the bathroom to inspect the spot on his neck for himself.

“What are you so happy about today, Hiei,” Yusuke asked.

“Nothing,” he replied and got up to get himself another soda.

“They’re acting really weird,” Yusuke said to Kuwabara.

“I’ll get us some refreshments,” Kurama offered and made a b-line straight for the kitchen, now with a new button down on to hide some of his neck.

“I guess I’ll set up the game,” Yusuke offered next.

“I’ll use the bathroom,” Kuwabara offered third.

The redhead grabbed Hiei to keep him from leaving on his way in to the kitchen and hissed out in a whisper, “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Hiei looked at him smugly. “Punishment.”