No Clothes
We arrive at a quiet scene in a small open apartment room. The furniture is simple and the walls are a blank stare. Placed in the middle of the kitchen is a small wooden table, where two forms are currently seated at. On one end is a short and spiky headed male who shifts uncomfortably as he eyes a handsome and much taller red-headed male seated across from him.
A glance later and the short male, Hiei, curls up one side of his mouth in a show of frustration. "I don't think this is a good idea." His voice breaks the silence. The taller man, Kurama, gives a simple smile and shakes his head. "Don't be silly!Of course it is. I know you want to..." He dared, narrowing his eyes. A devious grin tugged on the sides of his mouth as he leaned forward into the table, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
Hiei, shifting once again, twisted his face as if in thought and muttered slowly under his breath. "But it's just... I.. Why can't you do it? You lay down!" He retorted in a demanding tone. Kurama felt almost taken aback by the smaller male's assertiveness and simply just shook his head again. "I did last time, it's painful Hiei. " He turned his head away as if pained by the very thought.
Hiei grumbled and rolled his eyes as he adjusted his position once again. It was getting to him that he just couldn't get comfortable, and the situation at hand didn't seem to make it any better. He heaved a sigh and eyed Kurama with a hidden look of scorn. "I like it better that way though...It feels so good." His voice was breathy as he spoke.
This caused Kurama to glare down at the short person with a 'you-are-so-cruel' expression. "Of course for you!! But I'm the one who has to suffer the next day!" He pouted, looking away again. Hiei felt a slight cringe in his stomach but discarded it as quickly as it came, knowing full well he shouldn't feel sorry for the red-head. 'It was his own fault.' He nipped at his thoughts, ignoring the fact that he was the one who decided they do it in the first place.
Neither spoke a word for what seemed like forever. A gentle breeze danced into through an open window across the room and raised the curtains, allowing the sun to pour in. There was a faint smell of the day's lunch that Kurama prepared, and Hiei helped devour.
Finally, the silence was too much. Kurama let out a small grunt and stood up suddenly. "Fine!" He blurted out, folding his arms. "I probably wouldn't have gotten my way anyway...I fold!" The words escaped through gritted teeth as he threw cards onto the table and turned away sharply. He stepped away to pout ignoring Hiei's triumphant grin. "Now I can't get those clothes I wanted." He whimpered as Hiei shoved a wad of money into his pocket.
The End!!