A/N: Greetings, fellow lovers of yaoi. I'm sorry to stop your progress towards the beauty that is Hiei/Kurama slash, but I'm afraid I have an announcement. I used to have some long, angsty, emo message up here explaining what happened, but seeing as it turned out to be a bit of a good thing…I really can't complain. A couple of months ago, some girl that I used to be friends with got into a fight with me, stole my password onto this site, and deleted all of my stories while I was vacationing in Virginia.

Yeah, that sucks, right? Well…kinda. I was devastated at first and very nearly went so far as to give out her pen name and sic my legions of fans on her, but then…the reviews started pouring in. Nearly every story of mine has as many, or more, reviews than it did before. Not to mention, prior to 'The Great Yaoi Drought' as I called the absence of my fics, I was only on like thirty favorites lists, and now I'm in the hundreds.

Truthfully, this worked out well for me, so I'm done with complaining. Instead, I'm going to use this space to give you a lovely Hiei/Kurama drabble, which is in no way connected to the story that will begin in chapter one of this fic, and also remind you that I've started a livejournal for all of my work and have many important things posted on it, which you DO need to check out. Here's a lovely link, which needs only to have the spaces removed: http/ www . livejournal . com/users/hieiaijin1410/

Seriously, go check it out, and leave comments with questions and suggestions.

Now, on to the drabble.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in the way of Yu Yu Hakusho, and contrary to popular belief by those who hate us anime freaks, I don't wish I were Japanese. After all, who'd want to be stereotyped as an intelligent, beautiful Asian woman when they can be a lazy, fat, American slut?

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The demon leaned forward slightly and caught the scent of roses and warm flesh. God, how that smell sent shivers down his spine. Would he ever be able to stop thinking about it for more than a moment at a time?

The beautiful man before him hesitantly raised a slender finger to his cheek, brushing it over the demon's pale skin. "Hiei…I…" The black-haired man hushed his partner by raising his lips to his in a gentle kiss. This was the only time their kiss would be gentle, for if they ever truly mated their demon blood would take control and feed their passion to a ravenous hunger.

That smell again…it filled the demon's nose, as everything about him seemed to be dissolving in a sea of ecstasy. It was so wonderful to feel his friend like this, to taste what he had never thought would be his.

"You don't know how beautiful you are," he whispered, his heart beating faster as he felt the redhead shiver every time their skin touched. He wanted to devour this man whole. He wanted to soak him in through his skin, wanted to mold their bodies together and make love to him, finally claiming him for himself.

But as their friends burst through the door of his partner's house, boisterously shoving their way inside and not noticing the two pull out of their intimate embrace, the dark-haired demon knew it would have to wait for another day.

The end.

A/N: Yay! Drabble completed. Now, for the real fic, go on to chapter one: Part the First.