Good Boys don't open presents before Christmas

Nice Boys don’t open their presents before Christmas

Hiei remembered the first winter he’d spent in the human world. He remembered being shocked and confused. It was the middle of the coldest and most desolate time of the season and then suddenly all the humans went mad. They all rushed urgently to the market places like rabid dogs with credit cards. They ate confections like it was a food group in and of itself. They covered their houses in tinsel and lights. They sang in public! And let’s not even talk about the sweaters. They called it Christmas.

This being Hiei’s third or fourth human world Christmas, he was no longer shocked by these things. He remained, nonetheless, confused. Culture shock; what’s a guy to do? Keep his head down and try to ignore it, that’s what. It wasn’t easy with all the blinking lights and bustling people. The people were especially bustle-ly to day. They were the ‘last minute shoppers.’ There was man, wearing an oversized red suit with a pillow stuffed in the coat, ringing a bell on the corner.

Santa Claus; that was another weird one. Humans these days were so obsessed with youth, beauty and being thin, yet they adored this fat, unshaven, old man. And then there was the lore about him…. “He sees you when you’re sleeping; He knows if you’re awake; He knows if you’ve been bad or good.” Oh yes, it’s okay when it’s Santa, but when Hiei does it it’s “creepy.”

Hiei shied away from the would-be Santa as he scanned the crowd. He spotted the one he was looking for; Kurama. He looked as silly as the rest of them, wearing a painfully green sweater with colored ball shapes stitched all over it and a big yellow star smack in the middle of his chest. What ever happened to dignity of the legendary demon fox?

“Hiei!” Kurama spotted him back and tried to get his attention by waving his arms in the air, but he was too encumbered by the multitude of shopping bags in his hands.

Hiei rolled his eyes and stalked over to the fox. “You called me.”

“And you came. Can you help me with these?” Kurama pushed some of his bags into Hiei’s hands.

“Can you tell me why?” Hiei asked.

“Because they’re awkward and I need to find my keys,” Kurama said matter-of-factly.

“Not the bags!” Hiei’s bristled, “Why am I in the human world?”

“Because I called,” Kurama said absently as he riffled through his pockets, “I thought we’d been over this.”

“But what did you want?”

“For you to come, of course.”

“Fox, I swear,” Hiei could feel the vain starting to throb in his head, “If you called me here, all the way from the demon world, to play a game…!”

Kurama laughed like he couldn’t help it. “Hiei, would I call you here without making it being worth your while to come?” He could see the puzzlement crossing Hiei’s face. “Here’s my car.” Kurama stopped and unlocked the door of a blue Mini Cooper.

“Are you planning on taking me someplace in that contraption?” Hiei would have crossed his arms at this point, if they hadn’t been so encumbered by Kurama’s bags.

“You don’t want to know why I called you to the human world?” Kurama set about unburdening Hiei’s arms and putting the bags in the trunk. And then he ushered Hiei into the passenger seat.

“So?” Hiei demanded.

Without preamble, Kurama leaned across the seat, slipped his hands around Hiei’s neck. Before Hiei could process the rapidly changing situation, Kurama ducked his head down and captured his lips.

Kurama’s lips were warm and soft, and tasted like he’d recently eaten something made with peppermint. Every now and then something wet and warm would dart out to trace the edges of his mouth, sending an irrefutable tingling to Hiei’s groin and a flash of panic to his brain. Kurama was kissing him?

“What the hell!?” Hiei barked, shoving the fox hard in the chest, putting some distance between the other and his self. And then he put the point of a knife between them to insure the continuing existence of said distance—it would have been a sword, but Kurama just had to drive a damn Mini Cooper.

“Mistletoe,” Kurama grinned and pointed to a bundle of leaves tied to his rear view mirror. “If two people pass under mistletoe, they have to kiss. It’s a rule.”

Hiei’s mouth dropped. He tried to pick it back up, but had momentary forgotten how to keep it in the raised position. This was unfortunate because it made it very easy for Kurama to press his tongue past his lips when he once again leaned close and captured his lips. Hiei had to admit Kurama had technique.

Believe it or not, Hiei had been kissed before. Why not? He was a young virile male; he had urges. He’d been kissed by other men before. Some of them were not very good at it. Some of them thought the object of tongue kissing was to shove your tongue as far down your partner’s throat as possible. Not Kurama; his tongue moved delicately in his mouth, caressing his gum line, tickling the roof of his mouth. He was good at it. It was a good thing Hiei was already sitting down or he might have gotten weak in the knees, and wouldn’t that have been embarrassing.

Hiei reached out groping with his hand, snatched the mistletoe off the mirror, and threw it into the back seat. Kurama broke contact as he the mistletoe came down. Hiei heaved a sigh like he’d just defeated a monster two hundred times his size, “Like I said, games.”

“I suppose that’s enough of that then,” Kurama laughed, “My place then?” Kurama took Hiei’s silence as an affirmation and started the car.

Kurama drove him out to the suburbs, to his house. The lights were off, save for the one on the porch. Kurama’s mother must have turned it on before retiring to bed, so her son wouldn’t have to find his way in the dark. Kurama dutifully turned it off once he and Hiei were safely inside. Loaded with bags, Kurama ushered him quietly up the stairs and continued on to a door that led up another set of stairs to the loft space.

“You’ve moved,” Hiei observed. In fact, Hiei had been to the house before he came to look for Kurama in the markets. His room was gone—well, the actual room was still there, it just wasn’t HIS room anymore. All of his stuff was gone. The walls had been repainted with a soothing shade of blue and it was full of children’s things. All of Kurama’s things had been moved up to converted room in the loft space. “Something to do with the new baby?”

“My little brother Aki is nearly five years old now, not a baby. But yes, one of the reasons I moved was because they needed room for a nursery.” Kurama told him, “I was glad to do it. The loft space is bigger and completely sound proofed too. So it offers more privacy, which I need for reasons you understand.”

“Still having those irresistible urges to strip down naked and wallow on the floor every time the moon waxes full?” Hiei smirked.

Kurama twitched. “I was referring to the activities I engage in that I’d have trouble explaining as a human, but I suppose that would be inclusive.”

“What are we supposed to do with these?” Hiei held up the bags he’d carried in.

“Wrap them, of course,” Kurama told him.

“You’re kidding,” Hiei thought that he WAS kidding.

But Kurama shook his head and said, “Oh no, tomorrow is Christmas Eve; very busy. If we don’t get these wrapped now, we may not have time later. Why don’t you start un-bagging everything while I go hunt up some paper and such.”

Again, Kurama left Hiei flapping his jaws. Did Kurama really expect him to wrap Christmas presents for him? The answer was, apparently, yes. Kurama returned with an armload of brightly colored papers. And before he knew it, Hiei was on the floor trying to puzzle out the art of folding a flat piece of paper around a three dimensional object and making it into a pretty package. It was not as easy as it looked.

“Let me help you,” Kurama said smiling. He moved up behind Hiei, leaned close so that his chest pressed against Hiei’s back. He placed his hands on Hiei’s and guided them over the wrappings. As Hiei got the hang of folding the paper Kurama’s hands drifted up his arms to his shoulders. He applied gentle pressure, rubbing small circles over his shoulders.

Hiei’s brows rose as he faltered in his wrapping. He opened his mouth to say something, but had failed to compile a statement beforehand, thus nothing came out. Meanwhile Kurama’s hand’s had slipped down under his arms and started to pet his torso. Kurama moaned and squeezed him close to his chest. Hiei felt something hard press into his lower back.

“Whoa!” Hiei jumped, “What the hell are you doing?” Of course the answer to that was as plain as the cock poking him in the ass.

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” Kurama said in a disturbingly conversational way. He reached down and cupped the bulge that was steadying growing in Hiei’s own pants.

Of course he was getting hard. Kurama had intellect and experience, and he was one of the most glorious creatures to walk the earth. And he was touching Hiei! Hiei didn’t have a problem with sex. Believe it or not, but Hiei had had sex before. Why not? He was a virile young male. He’d had sex with other males before. It wasn’t taboo in demon world. No problem with sex, but this….

“This… this is rather sudden,’ Hiei hissed out as Kurama gave his manhood a light squeeze. “Especially for you. Last I checked… ahh… you didn’t DO sudden.”

“True. So you must understand that I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for some time,” Kurama told him, not stopping with the manual stimulation. “Of course our separate… interests, my family in the human world and your pursuit for power in the demon world, made pursuit seem impossible. But things have changed.”

“What changed?” Hiei asked out of pure curiosity. As far as he knew Kurama still had a family and he was still determined to be the biggest bad-ass that ever walked the demon plane.

“My perspective, mostly,” Kurama replied, “I thought you were with someone else; Mukuro.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Hiei spat.

“I know that now,” Kurama laughed, “I was in demon world in August when you were having that exhibition tournament and I saw her canoodling with Hokushin. It was disgusting to watch. When did those two get together?”

“In the spring, after they fought each other during the Spring Fight Festival,” Hiei replied with a grimace. He’d seen them “canoodling” as well. Some things you just can’t un-see.

“In any case, believing you were taken was a kick in the pants and then I found out you weren’t take… I realized that it doesn’t matter if we see each other every day. I can be happy just as long as I know you’re mine,” Kurama said stroking his long fingers up Hiei’s belly, under his shirt.

Hiei started laughing, which threw Kurama completely off his groove. He took his hands off Hiei. “Hiei, are you… uh, ticklish?”

“No,” Hiei tried to get his mirth under control. “It’s just that now this silly wrapping paper game of yours makes more sense. You were trying to create a ‘moment’ weren’t you? Trying to get me all bothered, guiding my hands; what, couldn’t get pottery wheel up here?”

“You’ve seen Ghost; The Patrick Swayze movie?” Kurama gawked.

“Uh!” Hiei realized what he just admitted to. “I thought it was a horror movie. I find them… amusing.”

“But the pottery scene is well into the movie--,” Kurama pointed out.

He got sucked into the plot and wound up watching the whole movie, is what happened. He might have even gotten a little misty at the end, too. Damn Patrick Swayze. Damn Kurama. Hiei grunted and turned his face away from inquiring fox. Of course Kurama knew him too well, so his silence might as well have been a confession. Kurama cracked up and started to laugh.

“You are adorable,” Kurama laughed.

“I am not!” Hiei squawked with embarrassed rage.

“You are,” Kurama insisted. On a legitimate whim he tried to kiss Hiei again. But Hiei, being as agitated as he was, struggled. Kurama grasped his wrists, hard, pulled him forward and kissed him anyway. Hiei felt his face turn hot, feared he was turning red. Kurama would call that adorable too.

“But your little game with gift wrapping was still stupid,” Hiei smirked.

Kurama smirked back, “No, I think I just wasn’t playing it right.”

Quick as whip, Kurama had a length of ribbon in his hand. He pounced on Hiei, lassoing one hand and then the other, binding them together. He grabbed another length of ribbon and gave the same treatment to Hiei’s ankles. Then he grabbed Hiei’s feet and pulled them up to meet his hands and tied them together. Hog tied.

“My, I guess I should have taken your clothes off, first. Oh well,” Kurama hummed as he picked up the scissors that they’d been using to cut the wrapping paper. They were really much too big and sharp to have been using them for that. He snipped at Hiei’s waist band, over the left hip and then the right.

“Don’t cut my clothes!” Hiei protested.

“They’re dirty and worn out,” Kurama told him. “And I got you a new outfit to wear anyway. Hope you like sweaters, by the way.” He grasped the front of Hiei’s pants and ripped them right off his body.

“Ah!” Hiei moaned as the warm fabric was replaced by cool air. Kurama fisted his shirt and ripped that off too. It was so threadbare he didn’t even need to cut it first. “Oh, I like it when you get aggressive!”

“Then you’re going to love what comes next,” Kurama purred, stroking the back of Hiei’s thighs. Hiei shivered. The hog-tied position left him so exposed down there.

Hiei heard the crinkle of paper and then his vision was cut off by a wall of white. “What the hell do you think you’re doing fox?” All he got as a response was more crinkling paper and the sound of tape ripping. “Hey!” He wiggled, but he found that he was completely wrapped up in giftwrap paper.

“Oh my, what a pretty package,” He heard Kurama say as he stroked his side through the paper. “Should I wait until Christmas to open it, like a good boy? Or should I be a bad boy?”

He smacked Hiei’s bottom. The paper defused most of the blow, but Hiei yelped anyway out of sheer surprise. The fact that he couldn’t see Kurama made every other sensation register tenfold. He could feel Kurama’s finger tips through the paper, moving slowly down his thighs, over his bottom. Then suddenly, with uncanny accuracy, Kurama’s finger stabbed through the paper and plunged right into the core of Hiei’s pucker.

“Oh!” Hiei cried out, more from surprise then the actual intrusion. As aforementioned, Hiei had had sex before; a little poke in the pooper isn’t much to get worked up about. But then Kurama started to probe deeper, massaging his anus until it more than willingly took a second and then a third finger.

Hiei’s hands and feet were tied; his range of movement at that point was nil. He couldn’t touch Kurama. He couldn’t touch himself. “I can’t take it much longer,” He moaned.

“Shhh, I got you,” Kurama hushed him as he withdrew his fingers. At last he was going to let him out of that wrapping paper and finish this. Nope. In the next second the vacancy left by Kurama’s fingers was filled by a hot, thick, throbbing cock.

“Oh fuck me!” Hiei gasped.

“That was the idea,” Kurama panted with humor.

“You sick bastard! Are you really going to do me through a hole in a piece of paper?!”

“Well, nice boys don’t open their presents before Christmas,” Kurama laughed and slid his hands under Hiei’s hips to lift him up a bit. He penetrated Hiei again and hit his magical spot dead on.

Almost like it was reflex, Hiei screamed, “Oh, harder!”

It was so silly saying it from inside a paper sack. But then again, he thought about how this must look like from the outside. He imagined Kurama with his pants around his knees, passionately thrusting his dripping cock into a wrapped package that for all anyone knew contained an oversized teddy bear. If Hiei had been that, Kurama would be fucking the stuffing out of him by now.

“Kurama…,” Hiei gasped out, “Oh yes, that’s how I like it! Harder!”

“I had no idea… you were so vocal,” Kurama panted, “Good thing I sound proofed this room.”

“Shut up and make me come, Fox,” Hiei demanded, “Tear off this paper and touch me.”

“But Hiei, it’s not Christmas yet,” Kurama teased.

“Damn it, fox!” Hiei howled at the top of his lungs, “I said touch me! Touch me now!”

“Okay, okay. Calm down,” Kurama soothed him. Hiei heard the ripping of paper and was relived to feel the cool air sweep over his overheated genitals. Kurama paused, “Hmmm.”

“Hmmm?” Hiei didn’t like the sound of that. There was more paper rustling and tape ripping. Hiei felt the smooth surface of paper being folded over his cock and taped shut. Kurama packaged his package. “What’s the point in that?!”

“Just a little experiment,” Kurama said as he closed his fist over Hiei’s wrapped member.

“Oooo,” Hiei moaned as Kurama, at last, started to stroke his length. Kurama muttered some endearment in return as he continued to move inside Hiei’s cavity.

“Is it good?” Kurama asked between grunts.

“Shut… shut up,” Hiei replied as best he could. It was good. Hiei wasn’t sure what it was; the way wrinkles in the paper rubbed him; the teasing not-quite-there heat of Kurama’s hand seeping through the barrier; or just the illicit kinkiness of it all, but he was about to explode.

“Kurama, I’m gonna….” Hiei gasped.

Kurama grabbed his hips so hard; he ripped the paper wide open. Kurama cursed as Hiei’s inner muscles clutched around him. Kurama thrust hard and deep one last time. Hiei felt a flood of warmth burst inside of him. He shuttered and shot his load into his paper cock-wrapper.

The giftwrap was so mangled by this time, it just fell off Hiei. For the first time that night he glimpsed a flushed faced, disheveled Kurama. It was very sexy.

“You have your fun, fox?” Hiei asked. Kurama nodded. Hiei flexed him muscles and the ribbons on his wrists and ankles snapped. He was an A-class demon; like giftwrap ribbon could hold him!

“That must have taken a lot of restraint on your part, not to break those ribbons,” Kurama noted. “Thanks for playing along, by the way. That was… wow. Amazing.”

“I’m sure you’ve had better,” Hiei said modestly.

“I love you, Hiei,” Kurama kissed him on the cheek, “nothing can be better than being with you.”

“Don’t go all mushing on me now, fox,” Hiei snorted as he turned his face to meet Kurama’s lips.

Kurama pouted charmingly, “Just trying to wrap things up nicely.”

“Hmm,” Hiei mused. At that moment his free hand fell on a silky spool of ribbon. “Sure, I go for wrapping things up nicely… with a bow on top.”

HAPPY HOLIDAYS