KG64: Well, I'm back with another yaoi story. Who would have thought?
Kiyoshi: You.
KG64: Okay. You're just mean. I don't make a habit of staying up till midnight, waking up at three, writing for an hour and half, then going back to sleep and continuing said story all day at school the next day, going on three and a half hours of sleep.
Kiyoshi: Whatever. You always knew you'd be back with another yaoi story. Writing them amuses you too much for you to stay away.
KG64: I hate you. So much. Now… disclaimers… I do not own any characters. Well, I own the baby. Disclaimer number 2—yaoi and mpreg. If you don't like, don't read. You've been given fair warning. I do not appreciate flames. I'm also aware that they are both a bit OOC. Well, you could interpret it that way. I feel like it's a plausible situation and plausible actions for all involved. But that's just me. Finally, I've only written… three yaoi stories (four including one chapter of alphabet soup that isn't posted yet…). Moving on, this is my fourth (or fifth) yaoi story, my first mpreg. I like to expand my horizons.
Kiyoshi: *snorts* Expand your horizons? Is that what you call having a man get pregnant?
KG64: Shut up. What I meant by it's 'sort of' a oneshot is that I wrote it as a oneshot but I don't like reading oneshots that are this unbelievably long (26.5 pages/11,000 words…). So, I'm posting it in different chapters all at the same time, so you'll have good break points if you need them. I guess you all can read this now. It's set the night before the tournament of kings begins. Well, the very beginning is the night before the tournament begins. The rest you can follow on your own. Oh yeah, the first chapter is the reason it's rated M. If you don't like it, you can skim it/skip it entirely as long as you know the general idea of what's going on. The later chapters aren't like that. The first chapter is why the story summary says it borders on MA. But you guys are mature enough to decide for yourself I think.
Kiyoshi: I hope it doesn't leave you scarred for life.
KG64: *clamps hand over Kiyoshi's mouth* Ignore him and read on. OW! YOU BIT ME!
"This is wrong, Hiei," Kurama breathed heavily. He was standing close to Hiei, looking down at him. Kurama's face was worried.
"According to whom?" Hiei demanded coldly. "It is not up to any of them to decide what is right and wrong. Situations differ. People differ. There are far too many variables for there to be one right and one wrong answer."
"Hiei…" Kurama objected halfheartedly, already moving toward his bedroom door, pulling Hiei with him.
"Just this once," Hiei implored him, his voice melting the last of Kurama's resolve in a tone reminiscent of both honey and poison. Sweetness mixed with danger. But Kurama knew that's why he was letting Hiei talk him into this. Sweetness mixed with danger. That had always been how he liked it, no matter how hard it was to find. Kurama locked the door.
"Very well," he said quietly. "Just don't let this weak human body deceive you. I am not to be trifled with." Hiei was closer to him than anyone had been since before he became Shuichi.
"There's a reason I picked you, fox," Hiei murmured. He kissed along Kurama's collarbone, simultaneously undoing each button of Kurama's shirt with an almost surprising speed and effectiveness.
As Hiei moved on to Kurama's pants, Kurama's hands were searching for bare skin beneath the folds of Hiei's shirt. When his own pants fell to the floor, the belt unbuckled, the pants themselves unbuttoned and unzipped, and he still hadn't found his way through the layers of fabric, he cursed, "Damn it." Then he got a good grasp on the shirt and simply tore it off the other man.
"That was my favorite shirt, fox," Hiei hissed in mock anger, despite the fact that Kurama's impatience was intoxicating. Hiei found Kurama's excitement inebriating, and Kurama found Hiei's belligerent attitude enticing to say the least.
"You'll find another favorite," Kurama answered without skipping a beat. He pressed his lips to Hiei's, over and over, harder and harder until an involuntary moan escaped Hiei's lips. The other man's pants finally fell to his ankles. Kurama pulled away for air and said, "One moment."
He took a step away from Hiei, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. "Way to ruin the mood," Hiei complained.
"I like to look first," Kurama answered, ignoring the small amount of real anger in Hiei's voice. His eyes were busy analyzing every contour of Hiei's face, every curve of every muscle. Appreciating every inch of the divine body for the first time. "I find that when I know exactly what I'm getting," he went on, circling Hiei as though searching for prey, "it is far more enjoyable for me. And," he promised, coming up behind Hiei and leaning over his shoulder to kiss the side of his neck, "the more enjoyable it is for me, the more pleasurable I can make it for you."
"You know what?" Hiei asked, returning Kurama's kisses in a rough, almost violent manner, pleased to hear a moan issuing from deep in the redhead's throat. "You talk too much, fox."
Kurama didn't answer, just pulled Hiei across the room where they fell heavily onto the bed, both of them already working to kick off their boxers, their only remaining clothing. As they did, their legs got tangled together, complicating the process.
Having successfully escaped the confines of his boxers before Kurama did, Hiei rolled over on top of Kurama, pinning him to the bed. He began pushing himself at Kurama, the thrusts even and methodical. But then he saw a glint of a challenge and sped up, harder and faster as he kissed Kurama's face, thrilled to see the fox's pupils were completely dilated.
Then Kurama turned his head to the side as Hiei continued to kiss and push. Kurama's neck twisted to the side and his back arched slightly as he cried out in rapture.
Then before Hiei could blink, he was the one on the bottom, Kurama above him doing the work. "I told you… I was not… to be… trifled with." He spoke in short bursts, the rhythm of his words congruent with the plunges he was making towards Hiei.
Hiei's neck arched back, his eyes closed, "Harder, fox," he moaned in ecstasy. As Kurama complied, Hiei added, "Is that all you've got?" His breathing was labored. But his eyes snapped open when the physical form of the man on top of him changed. He looked into cold golden eyes, which were wide with pleasure. "Harder," Hiei insisted again.
Almost immediately he felt the change and truly appreciated the shape shifter's abilities for the first time. Hiei was well aware Kurama wouldn't have been capable of exerting such force he was in his human form. But as Yô-ko he could, and Hiei enjoyed it immensely. After a few moments he cried out loudly, either in pain or pleasure. But his cry just encouraged the fox to redouble his efforts.
Kurama only stopped when Hiei forcefully took back the top position, the position of dominance. Their breathing was heavy as Hiei forced himself closer to the none-too-reluctant fox demon below him. Beneath the fire demon's nearly-violent thrusts, gold eyes stared up at me, mouth slightly open in enjoying a long-forgotten pleasure to its fullest.
As their hips moved, forcing their bodies to grind together, Kurama was forced to wonder how two people could physically get this close without merging together to form one being. He momentarily contemplated why he had denied himself this pleasure for so long. There had been plenty of opportunities over his teenage years as Shuichi. Many hints from Hiei he had—foolishly—ignored.
"Hiei," he groaned. Then without any warning, he flipped them both over, moving to a slightly different rhythm than Hiei had been, sliding his body across the fire demon's. "My turn."
Several minutes, or perhaps hours later, Kurama collapsed panting on the bed next to Hiei, expecting the other man to take a final turn in the top position. But he didn't, he just lay sprawled on Kurama's bed, legs tangled in the sheets, the rest of him entirely bare.
It had lasted far longer than either of them had expected yet somehow, it seemed far too short. "Hiei," Kurama asked quietly, "I didn't injure you, did I? A couple of times I got carried away."
"No," Hiei shook his head. Kurama believed him, even though he was aware Hiei would not admit to having been hurt if that were the case. Then Hiei added, "There was pain, but it was the good kind of pain. Where it hurts slightly, but at the same time nothing could feel better."
Kurama murmured, "I know exactly what you mean, Hiei."
Then Hiei stood, pulled on his boxers and pants and picked up the torn remains of his shirt. "You ruined it." The shirt went up in a burst of flames, instantly incinerated.
As Hiei walked toward the door, Kurama said, "Good luck tomorrow, Hiei. I will be rooting for you."
"And I for you," the fire apparition answered. "At least until we meet on the battlefield." With his hand on the doorknob, Hiei adds, "And for the record, fox, that was the best I have ever gotten, with a man or a woman."
Kurama's lips twitched upward momentarily. "It was very enjoyable for me as well. Perhaps not the best." He grinned at an infuriated Hiei. Seeing the fire demon irritated got some part of Kurama all hot and bothered. Still looking into Hiei's furious eyes, Kurama added, "But you lack years and experience in comparison, young one."
Hiei glared but only said, "If we're both still alive a few weeks from now, perhaps you can educate me."
"Perhaps," Kurama muttered as the door snapped shut, not entirely sure what they had started. He was, however, sure of one thing: after tonight, there was no way either of them would let Hiei's words just this once be true. "Perhaps," he repeated to the empty room, pulling the sheet up over his exhausted but invigorated body.
Over the next few months, Hiei shared Kurama's bed several times. Each time he left immediately after they finished, an arrangement they both found agreeable. Uncomplicated sex, an outlet for the carnal desires they both felt. That's all there was between them. They enjoyed the release and the rush they got when they were together. Uncomplicated sex.
"Hiei," Kurama once said while he was pinned to the bed, "You don't need to try so hard."
"Evidently I do," Hiei breathed into Kurama's ear. "You know that I have to be the best in everything I do."
"You always were," Kurama moaned, moving his hips along with Hiei's, increasing the movement and grinding between their two bodies. "Only two others in my memory even come close." Kurama's words were interrupted by a cry of delight. "There were two others I slept with more than once. You're the only one I've been with more than three times." There was another cry, and Hiei was not entirely sure if it was of pleasure or pain. It often occurred to him that, when he and Kurama were together, those two seemed to overlap a lot. But whether pleasure or pain, Hiei didn't particularly care; the fox had known what he was getting into. In addition, Hiei strongly suspected it was not of pain, considering the sex had been rough from the beginning. And Kurama had often incited him to be even more aggressive than he was being at the moment.
"Then why did you tell me I wasn't?" Hiei challenged, driving forward, a moan building in his throat.
"You fight harder when you're angry," Kurama murmured. Hiei could feel the fox moving beneath him, the double movement a strange but not unpleasant sensation.
"What is it that makes me the best?" Hiei grunted, feeling Kurama's back arch involuntarily.
Kurama thought a moment before deciding he would benefit from the results of stroking Hiei's ego. "You have a stamina and endurance to equal mine." Kurama gasped as Hiei sped up, apparently trying to prove Kurama's point. Breathless Kurama went on, "Unlike most, you understand that there is pleasure both in dominating your partner" Kurama rolled over on top of Hiei, holding him down "and being dominated by them." Kurama forced himself on Hiei. "Most enjoy either one or the other. You're not like that."
"Kurama!" Hiei cried out. Kurama froze, wary of hurting the younger man. "Don't stop," he snapped. "Harder."
Kurama resumed the forceful, penetrating motion of before Hiei's outcry. "Then what's the problem?"
"You talk too much, fox," Hiei gasped, once again awed by Kurama's skill. Kurama laughed but didn't reply.
