The sob was hardly heard, the small form writhing under the larger. Cries were ripped from his throat with each frantic thrust, minute form trying to curl inward, into a fetal position.
"Y-Yamette! Stop!"
A slim hand descended, covering the wailing mouth with its closed fingers, palm grinding down on the lips. The pressure made the small being whimper, hiccups of pain and terror flashing through his form as the being above him finished with a sharp hiss. Curled nails dug into his cheeks flesh, allowing blood to blossom like some morbid Youkai flower in full bloom.
Slanted eyes tremble as they're ordered to open, to view the attacker, but even as they shiver, the eyelids do what they're told. Slowly, the lashes peel back, revealing eyes the color of blood. Tears spilled like liquid crystals from those deep, blood scoured depths, earning the small man a cruel laugh from his claimer.
"Little Forgotten Forbidden Child. You should be lucky I care. As if anyone could truly want you." The word 'love' never passed the thin lips, leaving a stain on the cruelly twisting maw. Pale hair, the same pigment of snow dashed with glitter, fell over the beings smooth shoulder, framing the angular face. "Stupid little Hiei. Not even a mother could love you."
"K…Kurama…"
*
"K-Kurama! Kura-" The demon stopped his screams by his own will, small hands clapping over his mouth as the dreamt demon had done. Muscles quivered with suppressed fear under the tanned skin of the koorime, his hair visibly shaking atop his head.
Calm down, fool. Kurama wouldn't rape you.
The mental words comforted him somewhat, although one hand snaked down between his thighs to assure himself that no one had plundered his body in the midst of the dreaming. His sword was still secure beside him, pants still intact from the waist down. The ebony cloak was spread over him like a blanket, undisturbed save for his violent shaking.
Restlessness surged through the small mans veins like adrenaline during a mission, making him move to his feet with feline grace; hands deftly clipped the cloak into place while simultaneously slipping his sword onto his back. As a streak of black lightening, the form that many-called 'The Forbidden Child' strove off into the night.
*
"Kurama…" The mumble of the fire demons words were nearly indistinct against the kitsunes own humming within his head. His lips skimmed down the sweaty skin of his lover, gentle kisses placed periodically against the writhing flesh. As his tongue and lips worshipped the well-formed body beneath him, the redheads' hands prepared his own member for penetration.
The kitsune paused, placing a light kiss on the demons shoulder. There was the soft whisper of the beings name, the slow, sure movement of ones hips against another bringing a strangled moan to their lips.
The pace was slow, languid, easily bringing the men to the peak and back before ever falling, once, twice, thrice before they both tumbled over the glittering rocks of orgasm. The sparkling and shimmering was like a rainfall, spreading the gentle, circular pools in different directions all at once.
Tender hands stroked at the smaller persons chest, soothing fingers petting at the sweat saturated epidermis. Cooling lips sprinkled over the heated skin, tight arms wrapping around the fire demons body, pulling him into a possessive embrace.
Murmured words of love were given gently as a cheek pressed against the mans shoulder, a soft sleep wrapping about them like a blanket, woolen and soft, comforting and loving, wanting and giving.
"I love you."
*
Kurama was awoken from his sleep by his friend. It wasn't so much the noise (which there was none of) or the pain (which there was little of) but it was more of the presence he felt when Hiei was about.
The green eyes peered out from under thin slits beneath the thick lashes and near translucent eyelids. The black-clad form was before him, silent and beseeching, all at the same time. The youth pushed himself up in his bed by his elbows, the cotton somehow smooth against his sweat soaked flesh. The tangled masses of crimson were flat against his head and back, but Hiei didn't seem to notice his tousled state, something the demon was usually sure to comment on.
"Hiei? What are you doing here?"
The words broke through the minute mans trance-like state, the blood colored eyes blinking for a split second. Kuramas voice, warm and caring and so adorably sleep-filled, was so different from the cold, cruel laughter in his dream that the youko was capable of.
"Couldn't sleep."
That was untrue, the ningen saw. There were bags underneath the eyes of his comrade and his own hair was matted as much as the flame-like strands could be. Scraps decorated the cheeks of the fire demon along with a bloody lip, imprinted by teeth marks, suggesting something had happened.
"Are you tired then?" The polite tone faded from Kuramas voice, being replaced with his friendly manner when it came to Hiei. When the demon remained silent, the youth scooted further towards the wall, motioning to the vacant area next to him. After another moment of silence, Hiei crept forward.
His hands unbuckled his cloak and sword, letting them fall to a careless pile on the floor. No one would steal them; he locked the window, and he trusted Kurama, despite all of the horrible dreaming. Silently, the small demon crawled into bed with his friend, instinctively curling closer to the warmth and welcome.
Kurama sighed softly when Hiei flinched away from him, slender hands wrapping around his pillow to cuddle against. The silk of his pajama bottoms felt constricting; as it was, he just wanted to wrap the whole of himself around the minute demon, but he knew full well that Hiei wouldn't want that.
"Hiei…" The word was gentle, the youths' slender hand stroking through the stiff spikes of the demon. Hiei stirred slightly, squishing his eyes closed so that his dream wouldn't come alive before his very eyes. "Are you alright?"
"…mmn." The man curled up, pressing his face into the redheads' chest, small hands fisting in the cloth of the blankets. "I want to sleep."
"Then sleep, fire demon." There was a smile in Kuramas tone, fingers smoothing down the ragged locks that his friend possessed.
And, for once, without tears or anger, the demon did what his friend asked him to.
*
This is just a random blurb…nothing special and it's not for anyone/anything. I just had a little idea pop into my head and wrote it down. I might continue it…I'm not really sure where it would really go, but it's been messing around in my head a little.
So…er, yeah. Anyway, this fic has no dedication…for once, yeah I know, but…thanks for reading.