Black and Blue

Black and Blue

With his back scraping on the unyielding brick wall behind him, Kurama stared down at the demon who currently had him pinned. His back would no doubt be scratched all to hell tomorrow, but he didn’t care at the moment. Hiei had returned from Makai after a long absence and both demons were feeling the separation.

“H-Hiei,” Kurama stuttered. “Someone could see.”

“Let them,” Hiei replied.

Kurama’s breath hitched as Hiei’s hand roamed up his shirt. The ally they were in was deserted and dark. The full moon was looming overhead, allowing only enough light to reach the ally so that the demons could see each other but nothing further away.

His shirt was torn, Kurama knew but Hiei’s hungry teeth clamped down on his neck and he could no longer think about the state of his clothing. “H-Hiei!” Kurama gasped.

“Am I being too rough?” Hiei growled, releasing Kurama’s neck.

“Nn…” Kurama moaned.

Hiei dragged a hand up Kurama’s leg, lifting his knee to give himself a better angle. His nails dug into Kurama’s thigh as he trailed his fingers up Kurama’s torn jeans.

“You like it when I’m rough,” said Hiei. He squeezed Kurama’s ass past the point of pain. “Don’t you?”

Kurama gasped.

Hiei squeezed harder. “Well, Bitch? Don’t you like it?”

“Y-yes!” Kurama shouted.

Hiei moved his hot lips back down to Kurama’s chest, biting and licking his way down to where his progress was impeded by pants. He straightened and reclaimed Kurama’s lips. The metallic taste of blood alerted Kurama that Hiei had broken the skin in at least one area. The flavor of blood was soon lost in the taste of Hiei.

Hiei slammed Kurama into the wall in his attempt to get closer. The kitsune whimpered as his back was abused yet again and he felt warmth trickle down his spine. He didn’t know if it was blood or sweat, but he didn’t particularly care.

Hiei ravished Kurama’s lips with a fiery intensity. It felt like his flame was surging through Kurama’s entire body. He whimpered again.

“I thought you liked it,” Hiei murmured, a chuckle on his breath.

In one swift motion, Hiei pushed Kurama to the wet pavement on his hands and knees. The sound of fabric being torn told Kurama that Hiei was removing his pants as quickly as possible. Kurama worried for a moment that he’d have to walk home naked, but he didn’t get the chance to think about it too much.

Hiei’s hands were everywhere, grabbing Kurama’s ass, tweaking his pert nipples, massaging his dick (never for long enough to let him cum). Kurama felt Hiei kneel behind him and spread his ass-cheeks. With his nails digging in ever so slightly, Hiei opened Kurama enough to slip his tongue inside.

Kurama threw his head back at the intrusion of Hiei’s wet (and hot, oh gods, he was hot) tongue. It was obscene. A string of barely coherent curses left Kurama’s mouth as Hiei wrapped a hand around Kurama’s erection. His hand jerked up; Kurama gasped out a moan.

“Hi-Hiei, please!” Kurama begged. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

The feeling of Hiei’s hot tongue leaving his entrance had Kurama whimpering in disappointment. “If you insist,” Hiei said. He rolled Kurama over onto his back and replaced his tongue with his fingers. He kept a steady hold on Kurama’s erection.

“Do you want me?”

Kurama just whimpered and nodded.

Hiei smacked the side of Kurama’s ass. “Do you want me?”

“Hiei, people will hear.”

Hiei spanked him harder. “I asked you a question, slut. Do you want me?”

“Y-yes!”

“Yes what?” Hiei demanded. Another slap to his already raw ass.

“Yes, Hiei, I want you!” Kurama cried out.

“Good,” Hiei murmured. “Good little whore.”

Kurama tried to grind against Hiei but Hiei wasn’t ready to allow Kurama the pleasure of being fucked yet. Hiei teasingly, achingly ran his hands over the smooth plains of Kurama’s skin. Occasionally, he’d dig his nails into soft flesh just to hear Kurama cry out.

“P-please…” Kurama whined. “Pl- ah!!” Hiei grabbed a fist full of Kurama’s hair and yanked his head up.

“I will fuck you when I feel you’ve earned it.” He let go of Kurama’s hair, allowing his head to fall back to the ground.

Hiei hooked a hand under Kurama’s knee to pull his leg up to his chest, giving him a better angle to finger Kurama’s ass. He was delighted when Kurama arched his back and let out a strangled yell. He brushed against the spot again and the sound Kurama made was halfway between howling in pain and moaning in pleasure.

When Hiei’s mouth enclosed on the head of Kurama’s cock, a bolt of pure ecstasy shot right through the kitsune. Hiei’s hot mouth and tongue kept almost sending Kurama into oblivion but Hiei would stop and release him before he could cum.

“Please!” Kurama begged again. “I-… I need you…”

“Please what?” Hiei demanded, spanking Kurama again.

“Please, fuck me!”

Hiei smirked. He liked it when his mate was reduced to begging. It fueled him in a way nothing else ever would. He gazed down at Kurama’s body, his shirt was torn to shreds and every inch of exposed skin was covered in scratches, bite-marks, or bruises.

Hiei guided his dick inside his lover. “Gods… I’ve been gone too long. You’re as tight as a virgin,” he muttered.

Kurama couldn’t make himself reply, he wailed in ecstasy instead. He agreed, Hiei had been gone too long. He missed his heat, his aggressive fucking, his hands and mouth leaving him black and blue.

The feeling of Hiei’s girth stretched Kurama almost to the point of real pain. He hissed at the sensation, worried that his inner walls would tear. Hiei, mercifully, allowed Kurama a moment to adjust and catch his breath. Then all pain was forgotten when Hiei moved, brushing against his prostate almost immediately. Hiei knew every inch of Kurama, inside and out. He could always reduce Kurama to whimpering and pleading. It was sexy to him beyond all measure.

Nails dug into his hips and yanked Kurama forward. Hiei plunged into Kurama’s ass, sweat and saliva their only lubricant. The sound of Kurama’s panting and barely whispered begging egged Hiei on. His thrusts had reduced Kurama to nothing more than a body with instincts and unrelenting pleasure. There was nothing to Kurama but he, Hiei, and the moon casting a ghostly light on the filthy ally around them.

Overhead, a cloud moved, exposing the moon. Sudden moonlight kissed Hiei’s features, allowing Kurama to see that in spite of Hiei’s rough movements (and rough speech) his face held an adoring gaze and his eyes were filled with love. Kurama almost came without even having his cock touched. Sensing this, Hiei stopped moving and gripped the base of Kurama’s dick, forbidding him to cum before he was ready.

“I never said you could finish, whore,” Hiei hissed.

“Noo….” Kurama moaned. “Please…”

Hiei waited for Kurama to calm himself before moving again. With his lover thrashing and pressing against him, Hiei finally felt that he should begin again. His hand jerked up on Kurama’s cock and his dick slammed right into his prostate again. Kurama was practically screaming now. It was precisely how Hiei wanted it; his lover at his mercy, completely dependent on him. Kurama would never forget, no matter how long he was gone that he belonged to Hiei. Only to Hiei.

A shudder coursed through Kurama’s body, he was close, so close. Hiei stroked him again, his rhythm becoming erratic as he too felt his release baring down on him. A wail, a moan, a scream or a combination of all three tore from Kurama’s throat as he came all over himself and Hiei. It took only one more thrust before Hiei followed with a shudder; spilling his seed inside the magnificent fox below him.

Hiei fell beside Kurama on the concrete and caressed his fox's face. With a kiss, he was gone, leaving only his cape to keep Kurama from having to walk home naked. After a moment, Kurama stood and wrapped Hiei’s cloak around himself. His clothes were completely useless and he was grateful for the cover of darkness and Hiei’s comforting scent to protect him.

Hiei would be waiting in his bedroom when he got home.

Fin