Chapter 7: Fair Play
Kurama smiled at the adorable face his boyfriend was making as he tried to hide his pout. "It's only for a weekend, Hiei." he said again.
"It's not like I'm going to miss you or anything." Hiei grunted, averting his eyes.
Kurama raised a scarlet eyebrow. "Oh really?" He gripped Hiei's chin in cool fingers and leaned down to kiss him deeply.
"Well, maybe a little." the shorter man answered breathlessly. He flopped down on the redhead's bed. "Shouldn't I be going too? To you know, 'meet the parents'?"
"I honestly thought you wouldn't want to." Kurama answered, folding a shirt into his overnight bag. "Are we at that point in our relationship?"
Hiei shrugged. "Does it matter?"
"I suppose not. Still, I should prepare my mother for the shock before I just spring you on her. She knows that I prefer men, but I have never brought one home before, so she probably thinks I have changed my mind."
"But you haven't."
Kurama nodded. "No, I haven't. Perhaps I'll tell her about you. Christmas is coming up, we could go to my mother's house and spend it there. Oh! We could have matching sweaters!"
The raven haired man shuddered violently. "Forget I said anything."
Shiori Minamino Hatanaka pulled her son into her arms. "It's been too long."
"I was here early last month, Mother." Kurama replied, hugging her back.
"I know." his mother said, leading him into the house. "But I worry about you out there in the city all alone."
"I am far from alone, Mother. I work with Kuronue. Yusuke and Kuwabara keep me from holing up in my apartment. And…then there's Hiei."
Shiori nodded. "That's good. Come into the kitchen, dear. I'll make us some tea."
Kurama followed her, noticing how quiet the house seemed. "Where is everyone?" he asked.
"Your stepfather and stepbrother are on a camping trip. This is going to be the last warm weekend for a while, so Satou took your brother."
"I see." the redhead answered and went to sit at the table.
"How is your store doing?" Shiori wanted to know.
"Well. The closer it gets to the holidays, the more business we see. Can I help you with anything, Mother?"
Shiori waved his request aside. "You sit right there, dear. We got the invitation to Kazuma's wedding. It was very nice of him to include us."
Kurama nodded. "Yes. He wanted you all to be there. He is grateful for all you did for him when we were younger."
"It was no trouble. He was a good boy. He and Yusuke both. I'm glad they are doing well." Shiori frowned. "You mentioned someone else though."
Kurama stalled by accepting a cup of steaming tea from his mother, waiting for her to be seated, and taking a sip. "I…yes. Hiei."
"He's a new friend?"
He traced the rim of his teacup with a delicate finger. "He is. He started out as a customer. Hiei is Kuwabara's fiancée's twin brother, and he was buying flowers for her. We got to talking at the engagement part later that same night."
"That's nice. Are you two close?" Shiori could tell there was something her son was not telling her. She had an idea what it might be, but she wanted to hear him say it.
"We've grown to be." Kurama answered slowly. "He's…we're…" He stopped and took a breath. "We're dating." Without waiting for his mother's reply, the redhead rushed on. "I've told you that I prefer men, and although I have yet to have a successful relationship with one, that hasn't changed."
Shiori surprised him by laughing gently. "I didn't think it would. Yes, I was sad to realize that I would never be getting a daughter in law that I could spoil, but I've always accepted your preference. This Hiei is good to you?"
Kurama smiled softly. "Too good." he replied.
"What does he do?"
"He teaches swordsmanship at a dojo in the city. He's very good at it."
Shiori nodded her approval. "As long as you are happy, dear."
"I am. I'll bring him with me sometime." Kurama promised.
The day passed quickly, with Kurama helping his mother with dinner and the two of them talking and laughing over old photos. It was already quite late when Shiori bid her son good night and headed up to bed.
Kurama cleaned up the kitchen, made himself a cup of tea, and went up to his old bedroom. It was much the same as it was when he'd lived there. The walls were painted a soft blue color and were bare except for a few bookshelves. A desk sat along one wall and the bed was on the opposite one. Kurama fished his laptop out of his bag and set it up on the desk.
He checked his email and did some work making sure the store's finances were in order. He was considering going to bed when his cell phone buzzed with a text message. Kurama flipped it open and smiled when he saw it was from Hiei.
Are you in your bedroom? it said.
Kurama was puzzled. At my mother's. Yes. he replied. He waited, but there was no response. Chalking it up to one of his boyfriend's odd quirks, the redhead grabbed his toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom.
He showered quickly, washing his hair during the process. Kurama toweled the long red mass dry and then wrapped the towel around his waist. He was combing his hair as he walked back to his room. It was an intensive process, which might have been why he didn't see the addition.
"Why don't you ever look this delicious when you stay at my house?" a very familiar voice asked.
Kurama dropped the comb looked up in surprise. There on his bed was Hiei with a smug grin on his face. "How did you get in here?" Kurama hissed.
Hiei jerked his head in the direction of the window. The smile faded from his face and he looked down. "Is this okay?" he asked softly.
"I'll admit I am shocked to see you." Kurama replied carefully. "But yes, this is fine."
The shorter man walked over to his boyfriend. He reached up, fisting his hands in Kurama's still damp hair. "Good." he purred, pulling the taller man down to him. They kissed hard and fast, then slow and deep. Hiei let one hand drop to the edge of the towel covering Kurama's lower half. It had slipped from his waist down to his hips, letting a light dusting of red pubic hair free.
The redhead gasped into Hiei's mouth as the smaller man gripped one of his hips tightly. "Hiei, my mother is right down the hall." he whispered.
"I know." Hiei returned, sliding a finger from the hip to the trail of hair that disappeared into the towel. "You can stop me at any time." Hearing no further complaint, Hiei's finger dipped into the towel, tickling the skin there.
A combination of a moan and a laugh burst out of Kurama's mouth. Who was this person? Kurama Minamino did not fool around in his mother's house. He just did not. But Hiei was making it hard to concentrate on that. And the lower that finger went, the less Kurama seemed to care about propriety and what he didn't do. It felt good, damn it.
Hiei removed his finger from the towel and brought his hand to where the cloth was tucked. He played with it a little, loosening it. But he waited, knowing that at some point, Kurama was going to tell him to stop. And he would, because the little brunette knew what it was to not have his limits respected.
Kurama's lips parted and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. He looked down, spearing Hiei with his emerald gaze. "Our first time will not be in my childhood bed with my mother mere feet away." he cautioned. "But…if we're quiet…we can…"
Hiei took the meaning. He spun the redhead around and pushed him onto the bed. "I like it when you loosen up." he whispered into Kurama's ear. "But, I should point out that we already had our first time."
Green eyes rolled. "I am not counting that. You were drunk."
Hiei straddled the larger man's waist. "Fair enough." He peppered Kurama's bare chest with kisses and bites. He took notice of the gasp he got when his teeth scraped lightly along a nipple. He scooted down Kurama's body and opened the towel. "Yep, just like I remembered. Carpet matches the drapes."
Kurama blushed, and Hiei felt a surge of joy. It was nice, he decided, being intimate with someone you cared about.
Since he had been fairly drunk the last time he'd been in such proximity to Kurama's length, he vowed to take this time to relearn it. It was still the nice size he remembered it being, not large enough to break him, but large enough to present a challenge for the smaller man. He ran his fingers through the red curls at the base of him, marveling at how fine they were.
Kurama moaned a little. "Having fun down there?"
"Not yet." Hiei wrapped a small hand around the shaft and squeezed a little.
His boyfriend inhaled sharply, the feeling of Hiei's calloused hand making him harder by the minute. "Hiei." he whined.
"Hm?" The brunette squeezed again, this time moving his hand up to close around the tip. "Do you like this?" he asked casually.
Kurama could only nod. It felt amazing. He was surprised by how easy it had been to drop his reservations and allow his little lover to have his way. They had still only been dating for a little over a month, and usually Kurama wouldn't let someone be this intimate with him for a while yet. But it felt so good with Hiei. The two locked eyes and there was a promise in the red depths of Hiei's. I'll keep you safe.
Kurama was knocked from his musings by the feel of the tip of Hiei's tongue swirling around the head of his erection. Without warning, the smaller man engulfed the tip in his warm mouth. Kurama's back arched, sending more of his length into Hiei's mouth.
Hiei grabbed Kurama's hips, holding him still as he took more and more into his mouth. He liked the way the redhead smelled like roses, even down there, and tasted clean, like rain. He bobbed his head up and down, taking more of the smooth hardness until it hit the back of his throat, then he held still, palming Kurama's sac.
The redhead was whimpering and clutching at the sheets. He felt electrically charged and good. Hiei moved his head up and down again, lightly grazing his teeth along the shaft as he came up.
And that was enough for Kurama. He thrust his hips up and came hard. Hiei, the more experienced of the two, was prepared, and he swallowed it all as he came up, letting go of the softening length with an audible pop.
He tilted his head as he looked at the other man. "You okay?" he wanted to know.
Kurama nodded. He swallowed and pulled Hiei down to lie on his chest. "Better than okay. I am really quite fond of you."
Hiei snorted. "Because I don't have a gag reflex?"
"No. Because you are a good person and I like you."
Hiei smiled a little at that. "Should I leave?" he asked.
"You don't have to. I told my mother about you earlier; she was much more fine with it than I expected. You could meet her in the morning, if you wished."
"Okay." Hiei said.
They were quiet for a moment. "Hiei," Kurama began. "It doesn't seem fair that you came all the way out here, and I am the only one who got…er…pleasured."
The shorter man snickered at his boyfriend's discomfort with the word. "Don't worry about it." he murmured so softly Kurama almost didn't hear him. "This…closeness is enough."
A/N: I was going to go into the whole Hiei meets Kurama's mother thing, but it felt a little superfluous. If you guys really want to see it, then I'll make that Monday's update, but if not, we can just move on. This was my first attempt at smutty HxK goodness, I do hope it's alright. I know the two of them are moving rather quickly, but don't worry, there are many more moments ahead. There's a request for Sunday, so I'll see you all then!