Pent Up

A/N: Written for Live Journal's anonymous YYH kink!meme Obviously, I'm de-anoning here.

Pent Up

Hiei was grouchy. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that much at least. He knew the others had noticed it to. He would like to blame it on Koenma, who exiled him to demon world for two months where he had to train a border patrol. He could blame it on Mukuro, who spent the entire two months trying to seduce him with words and actions, many of which had worked splendidly to arouse his body, but did nothing for his heart. No, the true fault lay with the one for whom his heart beat these days, that damned cocky fox.

He had been gone for two entire months, and not once since his return had he gotten past second base with his once nightly lover. Kurama claimed to be busy studying for college exams, but Hiei knew him better than that. Hiei knew that this was actually punishment.

Before Hiei left for Makai, they had participated in a consensual round of rough lovemaking during which Hiei was excessively sadistic to the poor fox. An unintentional mistake, which Hiei had promised him he could thoroughly punish him for later.

By punishment, of course, Hiei had been thinking of allowing the equally sadistic boy to employ some of his favorite fetishes, such as the use of plants to torture Hiei into a shameful orgasm, or, if he was feeling rough himself, the use of the rose whip to assert his dominance over the smaller youkai. Never did Hiei imagine that his punishment would be receiving the cold shoulder.

Hiei dodged a particularly strong blast of blue energy as it charged at him. He was suddenly thankful for his youkai speed, and mentally berated himself for losing his focus.

“That one came pretty close, Hiei, what’re you day dreamin’ on me?” Yusuke teased, having no idea how true his words were.

“Hn. Close doesn’t matter in battle, Yusuke.” Hiei said coolly as he appeared behind the boy and kicked at his head.

This sparring match was supposed to take his mind off of Kurama. Make him forget about the need and the lust that seemed to be ever present at the back of his mind lately. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he’d say that he was sexually frustrated. He needed sex, he needed Kurama, and he was being denied.

Hiei’s desperation had been so great that for the past 3 nights he had taken care of his little problem himself, but that wasn’t what his body craved. It was almost as if he’d been insulting his pent up energy by even attempting to sate his own desires.

Hiei cursed softly under his breath as he dodged another powerful attack. His thoughts alone had begun to arouse him. He could feel the need searing its way through his blood and pooling in his groin. This is getting ridiculous. Who gets a hard on while sparring?

A dark smirk graced his lips as he remembered just how many of his and Kurama’s sparring matches had escalated to rough foreplay, and transitioned nicely into dirty, primal sex.

Hiei nearly moaned in pleasure as Yusuke kicked him in the stomach, but managed to hide it gracefully behind a grunt. He brought the hilt of his sword forward to hit the boy’s shin, and he howled in pain as he backed up.

“Dammit! That hurts!” Yusuke barked as he hopped around on one foot, cradling his injured leg in both of his hands. “Look, fire-brat,” he huffed, clearly annoyed, “you said you wouldn’t use your sword except for flame attacks.”

Hiei nodded his agreement. “I did, I forgot.” That said, he sheathed his sword and removed the belts that held the sheath at his side, tossing it a few feet away in penance.

Yusuke gave one of his trade-mark chuckles as he lowered himself into a martial arts stance. “Alright, so you want to do it up dirty, ehe? Just limbs and sweat, and blood? I like it, let’s do it.”

Hiei’s cock jumped in his thankfully baggy pants with every choice word the detective used. Dirty. Limbs. Sweat. Blood. Let’s do it. Was he trying to make Hiei’s mind wander?

Mercifully, Hiei was granted an excellent distraction, as Yusuke flew at him in a flurry of punches and kicks, all of which he easily blocked, dodged or parried. No matter how good the distraction, however, Hiei’s body was still insistent on reminding him of his burning need for a cold shower. With one frustration-driven punch, he sent Yusuke flying backward and started walking toward his sword, with every intention of snatching it up and leaving.

“I’m finished with this game. You’ve ceased to be amusing,” He muttered.

He was stopped in his tracks, however, as Yusuke ran up from behind him, and tackled him to the ground. “Well maybe I’m not done playing.” Hiei was certain by Yusuke’s tone that he was going out of his way to be suggestive. “And judging by your smell, neither are you.” Yusuke teased.

Of course, Yusuke was a demon now. He could smell Hiei’s arousal from the beginning. Hiei growled angrily as he was picked up by Yusuke, his team-mate’s arms still wrapped firmly around him from the tackle, and tightening as he lifted Hiei completely off of the ground.

“Put. Me. Down.” Hiei fumed as he struggled.

Yusuke only laughed in amusement, his eyes twinkling as his voice rose. “Hey, Kurama, I got him!”

The demon equivalent to adrenaline kicked in and Hiei began thrashing harder, stilling only when he saw that fiery mop of hair emerge from the woods. Those emerald pools were calm, not betraying any emotion whatsoever, and the boy’s mouth was set into a neutral line.

“Kurama.” Hiei growled, expressing clearly his displeasure at the situation.

Kurama’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and a small smirk let Hiei know he would not be getting his way today. “Really, Hiei, I expected you to accept your punishment with more grace.” Kurama scolded.

“Th-this is the punishment? But…”

Kurama’s smirk widened. He knew Hiei had been going crazy with him so busy, but that had been simply an added bonus, and not really part of his scheme. “I told you, I had exams.” He said coyly.

Hiei offered no reply other than his eyes which narrowed into a dangerous glare.

“Did you miss me that much?” Kurama teased, leaning in close enough that Hiei could feel his breath on his face, and smell the fox’s rose scent mingling with his own musk. “I apologize.” He added softly, leaning in to kiss Hiei gently.

That kiss was like a drop of water to a dying plant, and Hiei arched into it as much as Yusuke’s grip on him would allow, nearly whining at the loss when his lover pulled away.

“I’ve been cruel,” Kurama’s voice had a sadistic tone to it that let Hiei know he wasn’t really apologizing, as he ran his hand down the fire demon’s chest and stomach.

Hiei again tried to arch into that touch, and Yusuke laughed. “You better hurry up Kurama, Hiei here seems awfully needy.”

Hiei growled again. “Let me go you useless fool!”

“Oh no,” Kurama said darkly, as his hands grasped the waist band of the jaganshi’s pants, and tugged them down, “he’ll do no such thing.”

Hiei hissed when the cool night air hit his burning erection. He was humiliated to have Yusuke see him in such a state, but he was so desperate for the release he knew Kurama would grant him that he couldn’t bring himself to protest with words, so instead he pulled harder against Yusuke’s hold.

Yusuke grunted with the strain of holding the determined youkai back, as faint outlines of his demonic markings erupted over his skin, and his hair grew subtly longer.

Kurama smiled as he reached out to run a thumb over the head of Hiei’s cock, gathering the precum that already leaked generously from it. He locked eyes with Hiei as he brought the thumb to his lips and sucked on it sensually. Hiei was unable to suppress a lusty moan at the sight.

“Mmm,” Kurama sighed approvingly, “I can almost taste the desperation.” He stepped closer again, eyes still locked on those garnet orbs that shifted continuously between threatening bodily harm, and pleading for more. “Here, taste,” he practically purred as he leaned in for another kiss, pushing his tongue past easily yielding lips, and over a searching tongue. As he continued the kiss, he allowed his hand to seek out Hiei’s length, stroking it gently, and grinning when he felt the others’ breath catch in his throat.

Slowly, Kurama lowered himself to his knees, the grass forming a comfortable cushion for him. As Hiei realized what his fox was about to do, he began his escape efforts anew, his determination renewed. He absolutely would not allow Yusuke to see how he got when subjected to Kurama’s talented tongue.

Yusuke let out a hiss of his own as he tightened his hold on Hiei. “Stop squirming so much,” he choked out, as he felt his own arousal beginning. Between Hiei rubbing his ass against his crotch, and the smell of both demon’s arousal, not to mention the sensual actions of the kitsune, it was becoming too much for his young body to handle.

Kurama wasted no time in taking Hiei’s entire length into his mouth, making his lover gasp loudly. As he worked his tongue skillfully along the underside of his cock, and sucked gently on the tip, he was rewarded with the familiar stream of moans and grunts that signaled Hiei’s pleasure.

Yusuke groaned softly as Hiei began thrusting his hips forward to the best of his ability. “K-Kurama…please…” he squeaked out.

Kurama chuckled softly, “Yes, Yusuke, you may start the other half of his punishment,” Kurama said, as he took a seed from his hair and manipulated it into vines, relishing the ragged moan that tore from Hiei’s throat as it worked at his entrance, lubricating him with its sap.

It was Yusuke’s turn to gasp as the vines worked his button and zipper, freeing his fully erect member, which he eagerly rubbed against Hiei’s slicked entrance.

“No, Yusuke!” Hiei meant to sound threatening, but ended up sounding wanton, and only moaned loudly when he felt the boy press into him. Within seconds Kurama’s mouth was back working at his cock, and Hiei was enveloped by pleasure. “Ah! Fuck…”

Yusuke’s markings became more noticeable as he rocked his hips into that tight warmth, sighing softly. “Hiei, you’re even hotter on the inside,” he said appreciatively.

“I will kill you both…” Hiei’s threat had no conviction behind it and was cut off by a pleasured cry as Yusuke thrust forward with more force, hitting a spot inside him that sent jolts of pleasure sizzling through his veins, at the same time Kurama grazed his teeth along his shaft.

Hiei’s skin took on a pale green tint, and Kurama smiled as he knew that was a sign that he was starting to lose control to his pleasure. The redhead’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he used his power to manipulate the vines into sliding up Hiei's shirt and mercilessly teasing his nipples.

Hiei’s eyes closed tightly under the onslaught of sensations. This was what his body had been craving, and his blood was singing with the pleasure.

As Yusuke repeatedly thrust against Hiei’s sensitive spot, he watched with delight as the green tint became darker, and outlines of eyes became visible across every inch of the fire demon’s skin.

As Kurama nipped lightly at the head of his cock, Hiei’s eyes opened, and his jaw went lax in a soundless scream. The dragon tattoo on his arm writhed underneath his bandages, and his energy crackled in the air around them as he shuddered out his release.

Kurama eagerly drank every drop of his lover’s essence, licking him clean, and continuing to suck on him gently as Hiei rode the waves of his pleasure.

The moment Hiei’s channel tightened around Yusuke’s cock he was coming with a feral growl, pumping his seed into Hiei, before pulling out, releasing Hiei, and sinking to the ground, exhausted and content.

Kurama caught Hiei in his arms as he, too, fell toward the ground. “Have you learned your lesson?” he whispered softly into his lover’s ear, and was rewarded with a small nod as the other nuzzled against his neck.

“Good,” he praised, scooping the other demon up bridal style as he began carrying him toward home, “now I can properly welcome you home.”