HANDS-SDA
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It was impossible for Hiei to count all the things he loved about Kurama. He had soft red hair, emerald eyes that could go from loving to merciless in a matter of moments. His skin was pale, but not unhealthy, and free of any blemishes or marks. But there was one thing Hiei couldn't help but love; his hands.
It was Kurama's hands that wielded the signature rose whip, skillfully slashing their way through enemies. It was Kurama's hands that could slash an opponent's throat in an instant.
But there was a softer side. For those hands also found their way into Hiei's hair, gently pulling tangles until it all ran smooth and silky. Kurama's hands that worked out the kinks in his shoulders after a difficult fight.
And certainly, one could not forget the infamous Yoko. His hands were pale as milk, with long, bony fingers and deadly claws. And Yoko wielded far more deadly plants than his human counterpart. But this demon, too, had a softer side. Hiei had grown to love the shivering he felt when those claws traced his spine when they made love. The deep, almost rasping voice that whispered of love and times gone by.
"Hiei?" A soft voice broke through the fire demons musings. He opened his eyes to see Kurama smiling softly.
"What are you thinking of so intensely?"
A rare smile broke across Hiei's blank expression. He took Kurama's wrist gently, laid a kiss on the lightly calloused palm.
"You," he whispered, "Just you."