Warnings: sexual content.
Disclaimer: I'm not getting paid for this, darn it. :/
On one chilly winter evening, Shuichi Minamino sat hunched over at his desk, carefully sifting through papers and notes he'd taken earlier that day. The dim light emanating from his desk lamp strained his green eyes as they crawled over the text, worrying his bottom lip softly with his teeth. This exam he had the next day would be, hopefully, simple, but studying was becoming difficult due to an unexpected visitor.
A few feet behind him, sprawled out on the bed against the wall by the window like he owned the place, was Hiei. The fire demon had trounced through the window about an hour before, with some sort of excuse relating to the cold. It had been no surprise to the redhead, who kept his window unlocked for this very reason, but at this moment that fact was becoming regrettable.
For some particular reason, the demon had, over the course of his visit so far, been incessantly clicking his boots together where he lay. At first the notion Kurama ignored, assuming Hiei felt the need to break the silence that draped around them like a canopy, but after so many times Kurama was beginning to wonder, agitatedly, why the demon insisted inhibiting his studies with annoying little noises. Shiori was off for the night with Mr. Hatanaka, her boyfriend, so Kurama had expected relatively few distractions.
"Have you perhaps forgotten I've asked you not to dirty my bed with your shoes?" asked the redhead, clutching at the sharpened pencil in his hand. He was at this moment considering tossing it Hiei's way, hoping it would catch him in the leg and put an end to the little ruts of wedge against wedge.
Hiei snorted, a trademark response.
Then, the bed creaked and Kurama swiveled in his chair to see the demon had abandoned his lazy position, now propped up with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his cloaked chest and legs outstretched in front of him. Only his boots hung off the bed. His childish face remained impassive but a subtle twitch of his left eye drew Kurama's immediate attention.
"You stink of human," Hiei deadpanned.
A slender brow of crimson quirked.
"Yes, Hiei. I'm surrounded by them at school. My mother is also human. Your memory seems to have lapsed - you do realize that, in a sense, I am also human?"
Fifteen years ago in fact, Youko Kurama had abandoned his body in a desperate attempt to cling to life. He'd infiltrated the soulless embryo contained in the womb of a human woman, Shiori Minamino, and for ten years he'd intended to take his leave when his youki had fully recovered. Only that isn't what happened, and Hiei was all too aware. The shell of Shuichi, while slightly enhanced in many ways due to Kurama's youki, was conceivably human.
Lips pulled back to reveal sharp, white teeth that glinted in the dim desk light. "That's not what I'm talking about, Kurama. You smell of one of those insipid little females that follow you around your school. I could smell her vile aroma the second I came in."
At this, a wry smile twitched at the corners of Kurama's full lips. "Do I?" He shrugged and crossed his legs, folding his hands neatly in his lap. "I haven't had the time to shower away the lingering stains of perfume, I suppose."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Kurama fiddled with a ribbon of his crimson mane, locking gazes with the demon who glared furiously at him across the room.
Upon the wall he leaned against, Hiei stood out, a contrasting silhouette of inky black splashed against soft white. His shock of hair, colored blue at the tips, stood in their usual soft disarrayed peaks. Underneath his white-streaked fringe, red eyes blazed.
Kurama didn't bat an eyelash when he said, "It means that the girl I was with after class today wore some means of perfume. I'm sure that's what you smell."
Hiei visibly bristled. "With?"
"Yes, with. She was quite adorable. Very petite, like a China doll with her porcelain skin and dark hair. Her eyes were the color of rain."
"What are you implying?" snarled the fire demon. His fists clenched the bedsheets beneath him and for one moment Kurama reconsidered playing this game; Hiei could very well set the bed aflame. Explaining that to Shiori would not be easy.
Hiei's next words were spat like a curse. "Did you bed her?"
Kurama allowed his green eyes to widen innocently, thick lashes fluttering against the smooth skin of his sun-kissed cheeks. "Why Hiei, what kind of man do you take me for? It was our first date; we merely kissed."
Even in the dim lighting, the redhead could see Hiei's face redden with anger. He opened his small mouth, likely to berate him, but only a growl pierced the air of the room that had become pregnant with tension.
To Kurama's surprise, Hiei composed himself rather quickly, at least taming his rapidly spiking ki so as not to burst into radiant flames.
"Kissed," he said, disgusted. "You kissed."
The redhead swallowed down laughter.
"Yes. It's a human activity that involves - "
"I know what kissing is, damned fox."
Kurama knew Hiei well. He could see the gears in his head turning, no doubt contemplating whether to run away or to stick it out and take the carefully laid out bait.
And if anybody knew Kurama, it was Hiei. They had been partners long enough for the fire demon to realize that Kurama did nothing without a reason behind his actions.
The diminutive demon was so caught up in the puzzle that he failed to notice Kurama rise from his chair and step quietly over to his bed. He sat near the headboard to give Hiei space; once noticed, the demon had pulled his legs to his chest defensively and shot a glare at the redhead that could effectively burn a man alive.
It burned Kurama in a different way, creeping though his retinas and igniting a fire deep within his belly. His human body betrayed him, the appendage between his legs hardening slightly. Such a look would not faze Youko Kurama, but young Shuichi was beginning to sweat.
"Do you want to know what I was thinking of when I kissed her?"
The question caught Hiei off guard if his faltering glare was any indication. Still he sat rigidly, choosing to move his softened gaze to the wooden dresser at the wall to their left rather than face Kurama a moment longer. "No. Why should I care what you think of when you dip your tongue into the mouth of human scum?"
"Because I was thinking of you."
Red clashed with green incredulously.
"Me? Why the hell would you think of me when -"
Kurama's body lurched forward without warning, taking advantage of the small demon's surprise by wrenching his legs away from his chest so Kurama could straddle him, round ass resting on the demon's knees.
Hiei went still beneath him as Kurama's long fingers reached to rest upon Hiei's narrow shoulders, a ghostly touch.
"I thought of you, Hiei. I'd always think of you. I only wish you'd let me show you."
Physically, Hiei was stronger. His hands darted up instinctively to Kurama's chest, clutching at the fabric of his green knit sweater. He could throw him off with ease, but he only grasped, unmoving and shocked and perfect mouth wide and gaping, his beautiful eyes colored with disbelief.
Kurama let him be, silence lapping at their skin with gentle tongues. He waited for what seemed like endless moments, watching Hiei's expression shift from shocked to confused to shocked again.
Finally the demon swallowed, a harsh gulp of noise against the previous quiet. "What," Hiei spoke, soft and low and lost in a maze of self-doubt, "would you show me?"
Kurama smiled, gently bending at the waist to lean forward and press his forehead to Hiei's. Elegant fingers glided up to stroke the line of the demon's strong jaw; despite himself, Hiei's lids fell shut at the touch. He guided his mouth to the shell of Hiei's ear, nipping slightly at the lobe, before he answered in a breathless whisper:
"Pleasure. I would show you pleasure."
Hiei shuddered, his grip on Kurama's sweater threatening to tear the material. Still he did not pull away, and Kurama took that small miracle as a thing of consent.
So he dipped in, sealing the fire demon's lips with his own. He'd wondered for quite some time what this would feel like, and it was something similar to kissing a warm stone wall. Hiei had consented, but seemed to have no real interest in kissing back.
"You're supposed to move your lips with mine, Hiei," chastised the fox, removing his mouth from the other's to speak. "Or perhaps I should call up my date to assist me in demonstrating?"
An animalistic growl broke off from the demon's throat and he yanked Kurama down by the shirt to crush their lips together once more, only this time he was the one in control, pacing the brushing of their lips fast and sloppy and delicious.
A warm, wet tongue slipped past the barriers of the redhead's lips and the kitsune moaned in surprise; the hands on his chest rearranged themselves to encircle Kurama's hips in a bruising grip. Hiei was coming at him full force now, all teeth and tongue and smoldering heat.
At one point they became so entranced with each other in their kiss that one pushed forward and the other pushed back with more force, resulting in both of them toppling to the carpeted floor.
They rolled without thought and Kurama found his back against the floor with Hiei's tight ass seated on the straining fly of his jeans.
"I can't help but notice you're enjoying this."
Hiei emphasized his point when he wiggled his rear end a bit, earning him a small gasp from the redhead below. "How long?" the fire demon asked.
Through a building haze of pleasure, it took Kurama too long to realize he'd been asked a question. When he did, his reply came out husky and strained - his jeans were becoming unbearably tight. "How long what?"
It was not often that Kurama was rendered so helpless, or at least seemingly so. Hiei took advantage, pressing his butt against the growing bulge with slow, hard friction. Every whine he received, admittedly, made his looser black pants rather uncomfortable as well.
"How long have you wanted this?"
Another grind and Kurama's hips snapped up, trying to catch more friction. The fox glared up at him from beneath pretty lashes, cheeks flushed pink in the lighting.
"Long enough that if you continue to tease me this way, you won't walk for a week."
Hiei's compact body jerked; one of the fox's hands had found its way to his ass, squeezing at the left cheek. The other cupped him from the front, sending electric thrills of pleasure down his spine.
He quickly decided they were wearing far too much clothing.
His cloak was discarded in an instant, leaving the hardened planes of his torso bare. Kurama keened a tut of approval and explored this revealed flesh with his hands, circling both pert, coffee colored nipples generously with soft thumbs before gliding further down to trace the rippling muscle of Hiei's stomach.
"Kitsune's have an eye for beauty, as you know." As Kurama spoke he began to undo the other's various milk white belts, tugging them free and, with a flick of his thin wrist, tossing them to the side. "And we are also very greedy by nature."
"Hn, your point?"
The redhead sat up and wrapped his long arms around the demon's middle.
"My point is, I've wanted this from the moment I laid my eyes on you."
Hiei scoffed, attempting to wriggle away. He failed. "Spare me your weak sentiments, horny fox. I've no use for romantic drivel."
A laugh like wind chimes filled the room. "I'm only answering your inquiry. If I was going to be romantic, I would tell you that while the Youko in me desires your body, my humanity desires your heart."
Something within Hiei responded then, a sharp heat in his chest that pulsed and ebbed several times before calming. His demonic heart had raced at Kurama's words - something that only ever happened for Yukina.
"I need to leave," snapped Hiei abruptly, attempting to wrench his body away. He felt suddenly suffocated, trapped, like he couldn't breathe the air the fox did for one second longer or he'd break apart.
No one could truly want the murderous, frozen heart of the Forbidden Child. No one could love him.
Hands shackled his wrists, holding him steady before he could decide to flit away. A face, that beautiful, ethereal face inched closer to his own until he smelled only Kurama's sweet breath, becoming lost in a sea of green.
"Don't leave yet, please. Hear me out."
Red eyes narrowed; Hiei nodded stiffly.
"I'm going to release you in just a moment. I would very much enjoy it if you were to share my bed with me tonight, in any way you so choose. While I desire you in ways you cannot fathom, I will not act upon anything without your explicit consent.
"That being said, you are also free to leave. I shall leave my window unlocked, as always, and we will treat this incident as though it never happened."
Hiei soaked in his words like a sponge, weighing his options in his mind without a word. They stared at each other during his contemplation, and that's when Hiei noticed it - that look in Kurama's eyes, bare and sincere and lacking any of their usual cunning sheen.
When the fox released him, the small fire demon stood. Visibly, Kurama tensed, and dipped his chin to his chest so his bangs covered those too-green eyes that had bared his soul just moments before.
"Shall I see you tomorrow, then?" Kurama's voice had turned to cold steel. He fingered the carpet fibers dejectedly.
Hiei snickered, kicking off the pants that had pooled to his ankles the moment he stood.
"No, idiot fox. You'll see me now. Get on the bed."
A/N:
So, this was intended to be a brief oneshot for me to explore a bit more of Hiei and Kurama. I enjoy their dynamic and I wanted to play around with it, so here you have it. However I will say there is a chance that it could be a two-shot, depending on the response I get (definitely tell me if you liked & want to see more!)
Thanks for reading, & until next time!