Kurama sits at work, knee jumping under the desk, when he notices it. The unbearable tightness in every inch of his skin. Restlessness has plagued him for the past few days, making him not exactly the most approachable in the workplace. No one has said anything, but he'd rather keep to himself than snap at someone. The office is too crowded, he's just never noticed until now. He can hear clear across the room someone clicking their pen over and over, someone swiveling their chair until it squeaks with each twitch.
Perhaps worst of all, the two people on either side of his cube walls are eating lunch. The smell and smack of lips ignites a blinding headache right behind his eyes. Normally, such noises slip right under his radar. Now, Kurama can barely hear himself think over all this sound of life. Elbows digging into the wrist guard of his computer, the fox holds his pounding head in his hands and stares at the floor. Well, he stares in the direction of the floor. His rather obvious erection sort of blocks the way.
Said erection is what keeps him glued to his chair, suffering with all this damn noise. Otherwise, he might beg off and go home or at least escape to the smoking area outside. Even cigarettes would be better than this. At least the wind would carry the smell away. It's so stagnant in here, even with a little fan on his desk blowing right at him. His hair tussles around him as he continues to stare at the puzzle before him. Two weeks have passed since he'd seen Hiei.
They'd parted ways after Yuusuke put himself back together. Hiei may be bumming around Ningenkai somewhere, maybe went back to Makai. He's not sure. But when Kurama is not suffering at work like this, Hiei has been on a loop in his mind. Hiei is the reason for the problem under his desk, but not the source. No, Kurama has some thoughts on that, and they just set his teeth on edge. His body is entirely too human for this. Systems and blood and heart all human. He is youkai in spirit and energy, yes, but the physical effects of such a state shouldn't manifest in him. So why this?
Sigh aggravated and with a wisp of his voice creeping in, Kurama forces his head back up. The glare of the CRT, his eyes almost able to see the fucking scan line, just increases the pressure in his head. Damn Yuusuke and his mazoku blood. They'd wrestled with Yuusuke and his need for a warm body for three days. Kurama would much prefer Hiei's week of terror and possessiveness than ever do that again. Now that he thinks about it, Hiei's immediate absence doesn't surprise Kurama at all.
Poor thing needs a break. And maybe a new back and hips. Kurama snorts to himself and rubs a hand over his face. He hasn't stopped sweating since this… restlessness began. He's in a constant state of damp and ire bordering on meltdown. He's never this short in the fuse. That and the hunger buzzing under his skin only lead the old fox to one conclusion. And he's not happy about it. Groaning into a breath, Kurama gathers his feet under him and stands from the desk. He needs air, a break, something.
Walking this hard on isn't exactly an easy stroll. Not only that, but he never uses the bathroom on this floor. It sees too much foot traffic. And even if he weren't about to pop the zip on his slacks from being so hard, he'd still prefer privacy. The brief trip from his desk and through the open office space to the door of their suite passes without interruption, thankfully. He considers the elevator, but can't quite convince himself to take it just for one floor.
So instead, gritting his teeth, Kurama takes the stairs as steadily as he can. He shoulders the door to the next floor open. This space is still empty, unoccupied. But the bathrooms on each floor are part of the hallway leading to the elevator and stairwells. So it's free game. But knowing that, Kurama still checks to make sure no one else is on this floor. He can't be the only one who leaves their floor to use the restroom. But he's alone.
The lights in the bathroom flicker on shortly after he opens the door. Perfect. No one has been in here since last night. And no one will be in here until after he leaves. He coaxes a clematis vine to coil tightly around the hinges of the door to make sure of that. Despite his solitude and the silence, the pressure in Kurama's head doesn't lighten up. The tiles of the wall are cold through his sweaty shirts when Kurama flattens his back to them. It does little to slow the rush of blood through his body or loosen the spring coiling tighter and tighter in his gut.
Left hand busy rubbing colors behind his closed eyes, the right forgoes all pretense and fondles himself through his slacks. Even this slight touch through his clothes is enough to strangle his next breath. The heel of his palm is a brutal pressure on his hard flesh, and Kurama is sure he's either sweat through his underwear or made a mess along the front. He can't get too excited like this, needs to protect his clothes. Kurama takes care to not smack the back of his head into the wall when he relaxes on his feet. His hand at his eyes slips into his bangs to push them off his face. Across the way, he catches his reflection in the mirrors above the sinks and knows he's absolutely screwed.
"Damn you, Yuusuke," he sighs with his head tipped back.
He can't look at himself when he's flushed, hot and bothered like this. Long fingers dig into his flesh through trousers and underwear, and Kurama barely muffles the groan that crawls up his throat. He can't be too loud in such a vulnerable place. No one will walk in, but that won't stop someone from overhearing what he's doing. His hands shake in his hair and over his erection as he decides what to do. He'd never been one to battle with urges like this, actually considering masturbating in a restroom. And coming won't even help.
Yuusuke and his damn mazoku heritage. All these years as a combination of Shuuichi and Youko and not once has this happened. He honestly can't remember his last heat in Makai as Youko, untainted by humanity. He's old enough to avoid the effect of other demons' cycles around him. Unlike Hiei. Poor, tender youth. Body so open to the influence of others. Kurama wishes he could say differently for himself. Yuusuke had been too much for him.
A subtle tremor runs through him as he rips his right hand up to his hair. He'd pulled the locks back earlier to get some air on his neck. Now the bump of his ponytail just prevents him from slumping into the wall. Both hands fight with the elastic, but eventually spill all that red hair around his shoulders. At least he can lean fully into the wall, now. His tie and the buttons at his neck are too tight, too, so he loosens the knot and flicks the top buttons free. That's a little better.
Now for the last part of him that's too tight. Feet squared under him, Kurama throws both hands down to tangle with the tongue and buckle of his belt. If he cracks an eye open, he'll see himself in the mirror. So, he keeps his chin up and eyes shut. He shivers when the tightness of his belt gives, when the waist of his slacks loosens. He won't shove them down, just push open the fly and his underwear out of the way to touch himself.
Cock free, Kurama reaches up to cover his mouth while stroking himself. The inside of his underwear is damp from how long he's been hard. His own fingers around him nearly burn. Slim hips jerk up from the wall, but Kurama wrangles in the response. He's been hard this long, may as well enjoy it. Breath stuttering past his lips, Kurama forces his back and rear flat to the wall. He can't stop the little rocking motions of his hips into his tight fist, but he'll let that go.
His palm catching his muffled breaths just throw the noises right back in his ears. Teeth in his bottom lip try to stop his voice from leaking through those breaths. But below, his fingers playing with the wet head of his cock are too good. The only way this could be better is if Hiei were here. Kneeling on the tile floor in front of him, strong hands gripping his thighs while Kurama drives his cock harder, faster, deeper…
"Hiei," he breathes, sounds choked in his throat.
He wants to feel silky hair between his fingers, wants Hiei's needy sounds vibrating around his cock. Kurama snaps his hips forward like Hiei is here. Oh, the pretty moan Hiei would let loose as Kurama forces himself deeper between those lips. Would tears wet Hiei's lashes at the pain and his gag reflex triggering? They wouldn't fall; Kurama would never allow that. But to wipe them away and feel Hiei's eyes twitch under his thumb, so trusting, so careful…
Kurama's hips stutter forward again, and he has to clamp his hand tighter over his mouth. He has enough slippery precome to make the grip around his dick a little nicer, strokes a little faster. His fingers pet and flick over sensitive skin not unlike Hiei's tongue, if he were here. All thoughts of letting this go on and tease himself fly out Kurama's head. The fantasy dancing behind his eyes is too good. The phantom tightness of Hiei's mouth around him and the actual graze of fingers twisting over the head tip the scales.
The shock of pain in the heel of his palm as Kurama bites himself makes his orgasm that much better. A muscle in his lower back seizes up and will hurt later, but he doesn't care. Everything below his navel tightens in waves at he comes. The mess spurts out of him and probably drips all over the floor. It's nothing a few paper towels can't clean up. Stomach and shoulders rising with each breath, Kurama's hand slows over himself before stopping entirely. His fingertips continue to tingle where they're wet and lightly holding his prick. Normally, he'd be over this, maybe still a little wild under his skin from his fantasy. Instead… coming has barely taken the edge off.
Lips in a thin line, Kurama lifts his filthy hand. When will the tremors wear off, he wonders? The pressure behind his eyes certainly hasn't gotten better. He'll maybe make it back to his desk before getting hard again. Shaking his head, Kurama keeps his trousers up on his hips and stumbles to the sinks. He still doesn't look at himself while washing his hands. To face the hunger lying under the surface or acknowledge the murky thoughts mixed in with his fantasy of Hiei… Oh, what he would do with the little Jaganshi at his mercy.
The sink is cold when Kurama grips it and hangs on. At least the cold shocks his system a bit, gets him thinking. This will go away on its own. He's going to miss work regardless of what he does. And with the fantasy of Hiei kneeling in front of him still fresh, he has an idea of how to make the best use of that missed time. Why suffer alone with only the comfort of his hand and his mind? Hiei is only a brief trip between worlds. His for the taking. He just has to track Hiei down in Makai first. When Kurama lifts his head, gold eyes stare back at him in the mirror.
Armored caterpillar trudging through the wilderness, Mukuro's patrol band has everything under control. They've not come across anything suspicious in days, and no human has stumbled into Makai recently. At least not in their sectors. Besides the feet of the caterpillar stomping around, the forest is still. Hiei doesn't like it. Demons have cleared out of this area just today. Yesterday, from his perch at the head of the carrier, he could spot demons and other creatures fleeing out of their path.
At least his discomfort for the odd stillness of the forest covers up his irritation. Shigure stands beside him, hasn't much left his side since he'd returned from Ningenkai. Not that any of them know why he'd come back. Well… maybe Mukuro and Shigure know. Mukuro because it's her, and Shigure because he knows everything. Somehow. He shares that trait with Kurama, not that Hiei wants to think about the fox right now. He'd spent a month firmly attached to Kurama on one way or another. It's been too much.
Shigure doesn't even have to say anything. Hiei had met his eyes upon his return, and that look had said everything. He'd been gone for a month. Shigure knows why he'd left. Shigure had been the one to point out the sweetness about him, how his scent had changed. How sparring Hiei had turned distracting. Once the idea of Shigure winning their matches had entered Hiei's head, he knew he needed to leave.
He'd wanted Shigure to win. He'd wanted his old mentor to win, to pin him and give him no hope of getting up unless Shigure allowed him up. And Shigure had known that. Shigure had also known he wouldn't be the one to give that to Hiei. Hiei even shivers right now thinking about it. Damn Yuusuke and his timing. And damn his mazoku blood. Hiei sucks in a deep breath to banish the phantom scents of all three of them mixed together. Yuusuke hadn't been the only impressive one. Hells, Kurama…
The carrier under them rocks, distant explosions booming. The forest comes alive around them. Under Hiei and Shigure, the caterpillar screeches to a halt. Momentum continuing forward jostles them, but they don't fall. They expect an attack to come from below. It does, but not as they expect. The youki controlling the endless vines that lash out—and only towards Hiei—could only be from one person. None of Mukuro's band would recognize it and give it its master's name expect Hiei.
Well, Shigure may recognize it, murky memories from the last tournament rising. He offers Hiei no aid as the forest lunges up from its roots and tears after Hiei. Once everyone realizes only Hiei is the target, things calm a bit. The carrier will be grounded for a little while, but they'd been spared. They know better than to run after Hiei or try to help him. He wouldn't want their help, and all they'd get for it is the short demon hissing at them later. Shigure's gaze follows the path of green destruction until even the dust disappears. He wishes Hiei well.
To use the dragon against such a foe—Kurama—would be a waste. No killing intent lies in the vines that lash out at him. They're annoying more than anything, constantly try to bind his ankles and wrists. And with the Jagan wide open, no need to hide it anymore, he senses Kurama's playfulness. Still, Hiei shreds the vines with his sword and lesser fire all the same. Why is Kurama attacking him? And judging by the presence of youki and the absence of reiki, Kurama is here as Youko.
Which just adds another puzzle to the pile. It grows larger and larger as the forest rages against him. It drives him farther from Alaric and his patrol band. And the farther Hiei wanders, the hotter his irritation grows. Treetops rebelling against him, Hiei searches the distant horizon for sterile cliffs or even a meadow. Kurama would still have the upper hand anywhere near plants, but anything is better than this. He spies such a spot, where this forest gives way to a cliff and then a dry valley below that. He leaps from the crumbling cliff and out of reach of the vines.
But not out of reach of a silver blur that tackles him with claws, teeth, and enough youki to make his head spin. His back slamming into the ground knocks the wind out of him. Squirming weight on top of him keeps him there. Hiei drops his sword to scramble at shoulders. His hands slap into a furry chest instead, and he gets a face full of slobber for his trouble. Bangs sticking straight up from a tongue licking him, Hiei stares up at the orange sky as Kurama bounds off him.
In the bottom of his vision, Hiei sees the tips of many tails wagging while Kurama flattens himself to the ground. Hiei just keeps staring at the sky and wonders what sort of trick this is. He's never seen Kurama in this form, but it's definitely him. Hiei lifts a bandaged hand and roughly wipes fox drool off his face. Corners of his mouth plunging towards his jawline, he sits up and angles a glare at Kurama. His tails had calmed at some point, but now they pick right back up wagging. Despite Hiei's glare.
"So did you have a reason for coming all the way here just to drool on me?"
He didn't know foxes make noise, so the scream—it almost sounds like laughter—that snaps out of Kurama's jaws is especially irritating. Somehow, even on all fours and covered in fur, Kurama manages to annoy him. The fox's head would barely come to Hiei's hip if he were standing. And yet even like this he's still Kurama. Scowling harder, Hiei shoves himself back to his feet. He watches with thin patience as furry legs dart towards him, but then bounce right back in a feint. It's almost… playful. Flirty. But Hiei just huffs at the display and swipes his sword up from the ground. He turns his back on the fox and doesn't see silver ears flatten to Kurama's head, how he crouches down in a pounce once more.
"I don't have time for this," Hiei says into the wind.
The youki behind him is enough to match him. And then it balloons into something Hiei has never felt before. And he's turned his back to it. He nearly twists an ankle trying to spin around and protect his open back. Where once Kurama had watched him and stood no taller than a large dog, Hiei's head barely reaches the fur on his chest, now. Hiei refuses to take a step back from the hulking mass. Only his pride roots him to the ground.
Youki blusters and swirls around him like the arms of a lover. In spite of that, he cannot help the lurch in his hindbrain that tells him he is prey and he should flee. It's always been like that around Kurama when he transforms. It's just survival. It's just the part of his brain entirely devoted to keeping him alive rather than spread around his bravado and pride. His pride will not submit without a fight, though. Upper lip bent in the beginnings of a snarl, Hiei stares Kurama down and sends the Jagan after his thoughts.
Normally, Kurama is a blank slate. He's known Hiei too long, is too old to be weak to the Jagan. None of Kurama's mental fortitudes rise to him, now. Hiei stands frozen in front of this timeless creature, barely able to breathe as all those thoughts rush into his head. It's an endless stream of words, of just sounds and sensations beyond language. Hiei seems himself through Kurama's eyes, and his face fills up with blood all the way to his hairline.
Hands prop him up against a body larger, wider than his. Those same hands reach down his body, inside him, and Hiei sees his own eyes haze over and then roll back. His mouth hangs open, and the prettiest sounds drip from bitten lips. This is what he sounds like to Kurama? This is what Kurama sees when he looks Hiei's way? It's hands and vines and grinning teeth that sink into him, narrow hips that rock him to a familiar, obvious rhythm. That's not even mentioning the litany of words thrown at him. How his name curls around his ears with the purr of Youko and Shuuichi's voices caressing each syllable as one.
Hiei. Hiei. He's mine, he's ours, have him, don't let him leave, Hiei, take him, he's ours, ours, ours. Hiei, Hiei, HIEI.
So when those huge jaws utter one word—impossible, it should be impossible for that voice to sound so clear coming from those jaws—the survival part of Hiei breaks his pride.
"Run."
Hiei catches one last glance of grinning, gold eyes watching him before he does just that. Cold sweat soaks his shirt to his back, but he has to run. To run back towards the woods would be a mistake. He won't play into Kurama's hands like that. He won't play into the promise in that one word. So, his sword takes a vicious swipe at those gnashing teeth before he leaps over Kurama's back. The cliff's edge rushes up to meet him and then passes. Hiei would spend a second grinning to himself over Kurama's monstrous scream of annoyance, but he has more important things to do. Like putting distance between him and the oversized fox.
He falls ahead of the fox, will have a few, precious seconds once he lands to pick a direction and just run. Kurama wants no fight from him, no friendly spar. This is something else entirely. Those grinning jaws had uttered "run," but they may as well have just said the truth. "Run so that I can chase you. Run you down until you can't even crawl away. You'll be mine, there's no escape, I'll never let you go." Hiei shivers in midair, twisting out of striking range of a vine or paw. He's not sure which narrowly misses his back. Kurama will do just that. If Kurama had wanted him face-down, fight won, he'd be more subtle about it. More-Kurama about it. This is something different.
Where once barren ground had stretched beneath Hiei's feet, dormant seeds explode through the rock and soil. He has to spin and duck until he's dizzy to avoid them. Kurama could snatch him right out of the air if this were a real fight. Instead, Kurama sends his youki and loyal plants to dance with Hiei. Kurama himself is never far, not playing the long-distance game as he prefers.
Hiei catches a glimpse of silver limbs and fur every so often when the flowers and plants part around him. He's always one second ahead of vines, a hair's width out of reach of claws. At this rate, Kurama will accidentally change the whole ecosystem of this rocky valley. It's a thought that passes in and out of Hiei's mind without any staying power. The vines whipping around him have an edge of hunger to them. They fall less and less to his sword. It's time for something else.
Amused laughter rumbles from Kurama's chest at the first lick of Hiei's fire over his youki. Hiei could make short work of this pop-up forest with the dragon, but he won't. It annoys Hiei that he knows he won't do that. This isn't a fight with winners or losers in the traditional sense. If he truly wanted to escape, he could. Kurama is more powerful than him, but in terms of distance, Hiei knows he could outrun the fox initially. It would be enough to leave Kurama behind and buy himself some time. Hiei grits his teeth through another pulse of ki and fire through his hands, frustration at himself mounting. He should just escape, should just leave Kurama to his wild devices and whatever force driving him to this madness.
In the back of his mind, Hiei knows the name of that madness. It terrifies him and excites him. Terrifies him because he's never witnessed Kurama out of control before. That and he isn't sure of the nature of uncontrolled desires from Kurama. That same sort of fear had spiked in him upon slipping through Yuusuke's window only to be knocked off his feet and promptly bitten and clawed, had a needy cock rut against his thigh.
Ah, but Yuusuke's desires had been simple things. Things boiled down to touch and tightness, to just a little more, right there, like that. And plus, Yuusuke would never hurt him. Even with the even mix of his Shuuichi and Youko parts, Kurama has no qualms over drawing a bit of blood during their play. Hiei knows he only sees a sliver of Kurama's desires even when he's run the fox ragged at the end of his heats. Kurama holding him down by the neck that last time and choking him…
The ground goes slipping out from under Hiei's feet. He has a split second to curse the heat in his face and the memories that cloud his judgment. Body in the air and not knowing which way is up, Hiei grunts when a huge paw rushes towards him. It bats him around like a toy. He lands with a bouncing roll, but Kurama doesn't let up. Kurama's laughter trails after him as those paws shove him on his feet.
Kurama practically bounces Hiei back and forth between his paws, scratching him to hell. He's caught a mouse and is intent on playing with it. Hiei snarls and tries to cut the pads of those paws, but Kurama doesn't stop long enough to give Hiei a break. The poor demon's head rolls on his shoulders, almost to the point of sickness, before Kurama lets up. World spinning, Hiei's feet tangle up with each other and trip him back to the ground. He lands face down and doesn't try to get up.
Eyes firmly closed to the dust under him, Hiei waits for whatever will happen next. He's been beaten more than this, has suffered far worse injury. He's just tired of running. He knows Kurama will make good on his unsaid promise of pursuit. Plus… he's curious. He's never met a Youko before finding Kurama in Ningenkai, has certainly never witnessed the animal desires of such an ancient creature in heat. His curiosity has gotten him into deep trouble before, but what danger is there truly? A sore backside and bone-deep exhaustion? A pittance to see Kurama unhinged and a little ragged at the edges.
So, Hiei keeps his fire and claws to himself when a hand loops around his side and rolls him over. Hiei catches a brief glimpse of the orange sky above them before silver hair and smoldering eyes fill his view. Kurama's knees hit the ground hard enough to make even Hiei wince. That will hurt later. Hiei's concern dies off as thighs straddle him and Kurama's hands reach for his face.
On instinct, Hiei's own fly up to resist. That draws a huff and smirk out of Kurama. They both know he could throw Kurama off him with barely a breath if Hiei didn't want him here. So, Kurama snatches those little hands on one of his and pins Hiei's wrists above his head. Hiei breathes a little hard between his arms now neighbors to his ears. And it's not from their little tussle just now.
"Fox," Hiei says a little breathless, a little hoarse.
A smirk stretches Kurama's lips as he murmurs in return, "Hiei."
Red and orange stains will spatter the knees of Kurama's white pants as he shifts in the dirt. He closes the distance between them while keeping Hiei's hands pinned. Hiei's teeth are ready when lips take his, and he slices the thin skin of Kurama's lower lip. It doesn't deter the fox at all, only makes their kisses bright with the tang of iron. Red eyes pinch shut as a bossy tongue forces Hiei's mouth open wider.
Hiei had intended to play the long game and make Kurama fight for what he wants. Even though Hiei is pliant and eager beneath him, it's the principal of the matter. But a rough squeeze grinding the small bones of Hiei's wrists together rips a moan out of him. He opens wide for whatever Kurama wants and tries to rock under him. Gone is Kurama's typical tease when they kiss. Gone is his gentle, slow way of taking Hiei's mouth, too.
Kurama is too tall like this and has to straddle Hiei farther down his body. His weight is heavy and almost painful on Hiei's knees. Their positions leave Hiei's pelvis free enough to buck up, but there's nothing to give him the friction he seeks. Hiei twists his head during a break in their kisses. That frees his mouth for a quick hiss before Kurama is on him again. The moan that Kurama feeds him is deep and hungry, something not to be denied. A smear of blood lingers at Hiei's lips when Kurama pulls back with heavy breaths. He licks it away, has to snatch and hold Hiei's chin to keep him still. Hiei flashes white teeth at him in warning, but Kurama goes right on nuzzling him and nibbling along his jaw.
"Hiei," he sighs again, body shaking on top of Hiei.
"What do you want?"
Hiei bites the question out, jerking in Kurama's hands. It's almost rhetorical. They both know what he wants.
"Mmm, I wonder," Kurama purrs in his ear. Kurama twists Hiei's head away to graze teeth and tongue over the pulse in his neck. "You must know."
Hiei grinds his teeth together to not give himself away, to not give Kurama the noises he wants.
"Know what? What's gotten into you?"
He hopes Kurama will be forthcoming about his condition. Of course Hiei knows. He's been around the Youko long enough to recognize the oily musk currently overpowering his normal scent. It had added to the stink of Hiei and Yuusuke in Yuusuke's apartment. It's just… more now. It hasn't been coaxed or accidentally triggered this time.
Hiei struggles to draw in a lungful of air that isn't soaked in the smell, but he fails. Kurama's face is warm in the crook of Hiei's neck. He huffs on tan skin and rubs the smell of himself there. Hiei rolls his eyes above Kurama, but even if his hands were free, he wouldn't stop Kurama. He does the same thing when like this. It's only fair.
"You should have seen poor Shuuichi, Hiei," Kurama says vaguely, dashing Hiei's hopes that he'd be straightforward. "Carrying on at his boring job, trying to deny what was happening."
He bites Hiei hard enough to draw blood, savoring Hiei's flinch while lapping the blood away.
"He knew he couldn't handle it. He was like a little kit with his hands down his pants, thinking about you."
That shouldn't arouse Hiei as much as it does. His face heats up, and he's thankful Kurama is too busy biting and talking to see it. Kurama finds out exactly what those words and images do to Hiei, though. Thin tendrils grow through the ground near Hiei's wrists and hold him down to free both of Kurama's hands. One stays flattened to the earth to give him balance. But the other drags down Hiei's dirty clothes and palms the little demon through his pants. Kurama's knees cage Hiei's legs under him, and it almost hurts how Kurama has to squeeze his hand between Hiei's thighs to fondle him. It would be easier if he could just throw his legs wide open. That's for later, and the squeeze of Kurama's hand around him promises that.
"So what now?"
The words crawl out from between Hiei's teeth as he continues to deny the sounds Kurama wants. Said fox sits up enough to meet Hiei's narrowed eyes. Hiei finds all the promises Kurama has threatened up to this point swimming in gold depths, just waiting to tear him apart.
"What now indeed. What will I do with you while lacking Shuuichi's humanity?"
He grins at Hiei's eyes opening a little wider.
"Oh yes, you may be unfamiliar with this mix of us. I'm closer to my old self now more than ever with Shuuichi safely tucked away. He would go mad with how much I want you right now."
Hiei turns his nose up at that and hisses, "Idiot. All you're doing is running your mouth like always."
Kurama hums at that and presses the heel of his palm harder to Hiei's body. The hiss that rips out of Hiei serves as payment for his bossy attitude.
"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," Kurama suggests. "Somewhere we won't be interrupted."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
But Hiei blushes fiercely all the way to the tips of his ears as he says that. He's lying through his teeth, and they both know it.
Head cocked, Kurama says, "No? What a shame. I was hoping you'd cooperate. Oh well."
Kurama's weight barely leaves Hiei when the ground explodes beneath him again. A tangle of vines resistant to the plume of fire Hiei immediately calls up and wraps tightly around him. They even go so far as to bind his right arm and leach any youki he pours into it. The vines will sap his ki before he gathers enough to summon the dragon. Regardless, Hiei throws himself into the effort, raising his ki enough to set his clothes on fire if not for their special tailoring.
Higher and higher his youki climbs, but Kurama's vines hold firm. They grow back faster than Hiei can eat away at them. Sweat breaks out on his upper lip as he snarls Kurama's way. The smug fox watches him a safe distance away, arms pale and strong where they cross over his chest. Hiei's Jagan gives off a threatening glow before Kurama finally acts. Tutting, Kurama guides a vine to slap over the eye, blocking its sight. Hiei's skin doesn't even have a chance to turn green.
This vine too drains Hiei's youki, but also yanks his head back to expose his throat. Hiei expects the rasp of another limb that crawls across his neck and wraps tightly around him. It doesn't quite squeeze yet, but the warning lies there. Hiei gives up on his foolish attempt to shove his youki against Kurama's might and keeps still in the fox's hold. Only, the vines do not return Hiei's courtesy. A few flow up his legs and pry them apart, pool in a writhing mess at the V. He jerks in their hold and closes his eyes to the sight of Kurama smirking at him.
No part of Shuuichi remains in that face. Where the Kurama he's familiar with might tease him and string him up just to look at him, this one binds him until it hurts. Already between Hiei's legs, the vines rub him raw until the nerves are cold and burn. He tries to crane his hips away, but to no avail. His hands are useless, vines there about to cut off the circulation. Eyes a little out of focus, Hiei blinks at the space above silver ears and struggles to say something, anything. Kurama hasn't even started choking him or gagging him yet, but words elude his grasp. The material of Hiei's pants stretches as vines tug at the bottom. They threaten to tear the clothes right off him, maybe do more damage than good in their quest to rile Hiei up.
Teeth grinding to dust, Hiei wheezes, "Stop, Kurama. You're…"
He watches through blurry eyes as the silver form of Kurama steps forward, close enough to touch him now. He waves the vines writhing between Hiei's legs away with a gentle touch to the bark. Hiei's thighs shake where they're still trapped in the coils of other vines. He bites back a whine and shifts away from long fingers that pluck at all his belts. They fall away like nothing, and his black pants sag down his hips.
They won't fall off thanks to the vines, not that Kurama intends to strip Hiei right now. He has something else in mind, and his vines move faithfully to do his bidding. Hiei sucks air through his teeth as the world moves around him. The vines lift him up, positioning him directly in front of Kurama's face. Hiei is glad he can't move his head. This way, he doesn't have to watch the pathetic way his erection bobs and leaks for the old fox.
"Is this better, Hiei?"
His breath blows over Hiei's hot, wet skin and wrangles a shiver out of him. Kurama steadies that shiver with a hand on Hiei's hip, fingers digging into the muscles and skin. When Hiei gives no response to Kurama's question, the fox tightens his grip until it hurts.
"Well?"
Blushing so hard all he hears is blood in his ears, Hiei snaps, "Just do whatever you want and shut up! Your voice is annoying!"
Another hum and another breath send him twitching in front of Kurama's face. Kurama's hand at his hip lightens up, and the pain drains away. Hiei flinches anyway when its brother rises up and long fingers toy with him. Hiei cannot rock into the motion or drive his cock harder into Kurama's palm. The vines hold him fast. So instead, Kurama tortures him with wandering, light caresses up and down the shaft, rubbing a finger through the mess at the head. Only once does he wrap his hand around Hiei and stroke down, pulling on his foreskin and squeezing more precome out of him.
Kurama holds him tightly like that while Hiei strains. He wants Hiei to give up and make a noise. The tiniest whimper claws out of his throat to tickle Kurama's ears, and then he let's go. If the vines weren't holding Hiei up, he would collapse to the ground again. Instead, he trembles in their grip and tries to keep his head from spinning. Kurama hums just above his navel before lips kiss the hair leading down. Kurama's hand at Hiei's hip stops him from rocking forward. A smile tugs at Kurama's lips as he pecks wandering, light kisses all around Hiei's cock. Just not on it.
Kurama paints the tan skin of Hiei's torso with kisses and gentle nuzzles all while sighing and humming. Bruises sprout up where Kurama's kisses gain an edge to them. He leaves Hiei dripping and hard just under his chin. The hand that had wrapped around Hiei only once pets up and down the outside of Hiei's thigh. When Kurama grows bored with scratching red lines into the outside, he slips his hand around trembling muscles to attend to Hiei's inner thighs. They shake even more under his claws, and somehow Hiei finds enough air to speak.
"Bastard," he wheezes. "Just do it. I won't beg, you fucking—"
The head of his cock bumps the underside of Kurama's jaw. And then a tongue gives him a pitiful lick. Hiei's body fights the vines around him with a neck-snapping jerk, but he barely moves in their grasp. Kurama presses a smirk to the ridge of muscle in Hiei's hip. Under his lips, the poor Jaganshi's stomach heaves as he breathes with all that frustration. All sorts of noises pour out of Hiei's once-unwilling mouth, now. No words, just animal noises of outrage and need. Unless Kurama prods and teases him, Hiei won't beg with words. This is as close as Hiei will get without bending his pride and snapping it in half.
Besides, they have all the time in the world to wear Hiei's pride down like rocks in a fast-moving stream. Kurama starts by returning his wandering mouth to Hiei's cock. He gives Hiei plenty of noises in return for playing along. Each hum rumbles from his lips as they mouth at the underside of Hiei's head. All Kurama has to do is hold Hiei steady by his hip. The little bobs and weaves of his head do the rest.
The hand not leaving perfect finger bruises in Hiei's hip still teases the demon's inner thighs. Hiei jumps at every pinch of those fingers, every drag of sharp nail down to his knees. It just piles on fuel, ready to ignite. The lightest suction where Hiei's foreskin pulls back from his head is enough to have those powerful muscles spasming under Kurama's hand. He hums again while holding just the head between his lips and gives Hiei's thigh a squeeze.
Above, Hiei's head follows the desires of the vine wrapped around his throat. It keeps his head back, throat exposed. He doesn't care so long as Kurama doesn't stop. It's easier to just give Kurama this small—embarrassing—thing that he wants. So, he keeps his mouth open while wet, smirking heat wraps around him. No teeth graze him. It's just tongue and firm pressure when the fox hollows his cheeks.
Hiei doesn't even try to open his eyes to watch. The vine won't let him look down, but also his eyes would probably cross if he tried. Watching has always been Kurama's thing anyway. Hiei barely has a moment to enjoy that mouth before Kurama pulls back again, returning to nuzzling and lapping at his cock. The sound that rockets through the vine slightly squeezing his throat might be a sob. Maybe.
The sound must please the infuriating fox below him. Kurama's lips are firm around him while his free hand slips deeper between Hiei's thighs. Hiei flinches at the graze of claws where his thigh meets his ass. The heel of Kurama's palm grazes just past his balls, but that's not Kurama's target. No, his hum is full amusement where his lips still dance and tease Hiei's prick. He has something else in mind.
Those claws scratch ever so lightly over the bottom curves of Hiei's ass. It would tickle if not for the threat of violence. Hiei fights against the bruising grip at his hip, trying to thrust himself into Kurama's mouth. His goal seems so attainable. But like every other time he's rallied his strength against the vines, he barely twitching when push comes to shove. Kurama's claws prick at the skin of his ass, and then his mouth moves away again.
"Mmm, don't be like that, my sweet spark." Kurama pauses long enough to press a mouthy kiss to Hiei's cock. "I won't let you get away."
"Your claws are about to go up my ass!" He hisses in return, still trying to avoid the painful nicks from said claws.
A wicked grin blooms against his dick just before Kurama purrs, "Oh, is that all? Why didn't you say so…"
Kurama wills some of his wild youki back inside, and then smooth fingertips pet over Hiei's ass.
"Better?"
Hiei grunts at the next messy kiss smacked to his cock.
"Whatever."
But that doesn't satisfy Kurama.
"Here, let me make it up to you."
Kurama's mouth seals around him again, ripping a fresh litany of groans out of Hiei. They turn desperate and a little high-pitched when clawless fingers press firmer to his ass. Hiei is sure that if he could force his eyes back around, he would see the fox grinning with his mouth full. Instead, Hiei's focus zeroes in on those warm points of contact pinching and petting the bottom of his ass.
Hiei flinches at the pain, finally rocking into Kurama like he'd wanted. It's not much movement, Kurama still in control of everything. Mouth still full, he coaxes the vines around Hiei's thighs to shift and spread him open. Hiei's pants end up in the way, and Kurama moves back long enough to slice them straight through the crotch. Split it two, Hiei's pants hang from his knees, trapped under the vines. That frees Hiei's thighs to spread as wide as Kurama wants.
"Fucking bast—"
The vine at Hiei's neck tightens like a noose, smothering the words in their cradle. Hiei's eyes squeeze shut from the pressure, and he blindly gnashes his teeth to the sky. The vine lets up around the same time Kurama returns to Hiei's prick. He punishes Hiei by trailing kisses up and down the shaft instead of swallowing him. Hiei gives a feeble thrash under Kurama's hands and mouth, but the vine at his throat remains as a warning.
The edge of Hiei's voice rides each rush of breath that rips out of his mouth. They quiet and turn to shudders as slim fingertips finish petting the insides of Hiei's cheeks and finally dive between them. Hiei knows Kurama will find him wet. The deep groan that vibrates against his cock lets him know he's right. His readiness and state of arousal must please Kurama in some way. He gives up teasing Hiei once more and finally, blessedly swallows him all the way down. Hiei wishes he could see the Youko's regal nose brush the black hair at the base of his cock.
Instead, he'll revel in the warmth and tightness around him just before Kurama starts to move. His fingers bully between Hiei's cheeks as he hums with his mouth full. Fingertips trace firm circle around and around as the fox bobs his head. Kurama rocks Hiei's body between those two points of contact, pressing hard against his hole when he pulls back with just the head of Hiei's cock in his mouth. They moan together when Hiei gushes a little on his tongue.
Hiei trembles and holds on to the vines wrapped around his wrists. His thighs shake where they cage Kurama's head. With his legs lifted up like this, Kurama has better access between his cheeks. Hiei resists out of principal, tensing against curious fingertips and trying to deny Kurama what they both want. Hiei does so at the risk of Kurama punishing him again. A low growl vibrates around Hiei's prick as a warning. Hiei doesn't even want to escape or for this to stop. He's just being difficult on purpose, to serve Kurama's annoying brand of teasing right back at him. All things must come to an end, though, and Hiei is at his limits.
The vines holding Hiei up take his full weight as he sags in their grip. Kurama sinks into him once Hiei gives up, and they groan at the tight, wet slide. Hiei would try to move his hips down to take more, but the vines hold him fast. Kurama shows him mercy—how gracious of him—and plunges in until the last knuckle, exactly what Hiei wants. His mouth hangs open once again to give Kurama the noises he wants to hear.
Pretty moans and harsh breaths, Kurama's name choked between the gasps. Hiei's voice rises in pitch a little with his desperation and takes on the tone that gets Kurama's stomach flipping. Only he can make Hiei sounds so needy. One finger moving so slowly in and out of him isn't enough. Hiei blushes fiercely above Kurama and tightens around that slim finger, trying to coax Kurama into more, faster, something! Kurama chuckles around the head of his cock before letting it go, lips playing with it as he talks.
"Do you want more, Hiei? I could make you come just like this."
His fingers crooks in Hiei, ripping a startled yell out of him. Hiei twitches around him, and his wet cock bobs with every tremble that runs wild through the little demon. Hiei's teeth nearly slice his lower lip clear open as he swallows a sob. It's not enough for him or his pride.
"Fuck off," he spits out.
Kurama hums below him, head cocked, and traces light circles around Hiei's prostate. The pitiful erection before him leaks more, twitches as Hiei's muscles flinch at how good that feels. Hiei strains hard enough to pull a muscle in his neck until Kurama lets up. His finger is still firmly inside, hovering just beyond that sweet spot. Hiei grits his teeth and throws his head around, refusing to bend to the fox's will.
"Fucking fox, go find someone else to listen to your annoying voice, I'll kill you, you—!"
Hiei's voice cuts off, vine once more stealing his air. He gags and bites empty air, almost catching his tongue between sharp teeth. Kurama tuts below him, not that Hiei hears it over the rush of embarrassed blood in his ears.
"Now Hiei, be nice. We both know you don't mean that."
Kurama's finger slips out of him only to return with another. They shove into Hiei without preamble and take up a harsh rhythm. Hiei would shriek if the vine allowed such a thing. He trembles around Kurama once more, finally giving up his bossy behavior at least here. Like pennies thrown into a fountain, Hiei turns more control over to Kurama bit by bit. More of himself, too. His face burns from embarrassment and lack of oxygen, but not shame. He's past the point of shame and spouts out all manner of needy whines, tries to fuck himself on Kurama's fingers to make it better. He can't, but Kurama's mouth swallowing him again makes up for it.
Hiei disconnects from his body at that point, driven to a higher state by the vine still choking him. He's used to it, enjoys the thrill of dancing on the edge of unconsciousness like he's fighting for his life in a battle. Only Kurama won't let him fall. He knows just how far to push. It's safe this way. Kurama continues to move in him, mouth also never resting in its effort to make Hiei come. Only it's more like Hiei feels all the sensations distantly, like his body isn't his. Only the teasing brushes over his prostate or lips tripping over the head of his cock bring him back into his body. Hiei goes rigid in the vines, and he tightens up around Kurama. Almost, almost, just a bit more, a little harder, just…
Behind Hiei's eyelids, colors burst as the vine at his throat finally lets him go. Everything wound tight inside him let's go. He knows nothing except a distant scream that can't be his. If not for the vines, he would collapse to the ground, truly out of it and limp. He's far away when he spasms around Kurama's fingers and comes down his throat. He offers the fox no more resistance, no more harsh words as Kurama hums around him one last time.
Hiei misses his cock slipping from Kurama's mouth and the wicked grin the fox presses just below his navel. A promise, many promises, lies in that grin. Hiei can't know all the ideas that bounce around Kurama's head, now that Kurama has him. The world moves around him once again, this time without him fighting Kurama every step of the way. He drifts just under consciousness, still twitching through his orgasm, but is safe in the old fox's clutches.
Well… Mostly safe.