This was written as a birthday gift for Fawx. Thanks to her for titling it for me.
Golden eyes glittered, watching as the redhead moved about with inhuman grace, that long lean body bending and twisting as it picked up the clothes that had been strewn about earlier.
Repressing a sigh at his partner's taut white bottom, Koenma stretched languidly and sat up, red satin sheets caressing his teenage form and pooling in his lap.
"Leaving so soon?"
Kurama buckled his uniform pants. "If I remember correctly all I had to do was sleep with you." A green eye flashed over a shoulder as the redhead gave the kami a warning look. "I was unaware I had to stay and exchange pleasantries."
Pleasantries…A naked sweat-drenched Kurama arched in his vision, seductive, exquisite, calculating. No matter how much he moaned, Koenma wasn't fooled, he knew that he was nothing more than the means to an end and even as he entered that tight human body he had the strange feeling that, despite his dominance, Kurama was the one in control.
A hand, face-up, in front of Koenma's eyes. The kami blinked, and looked up at Kurama with feigned misunderstanding. "Yes?"
"The key."
"Key?"
A rather feral growl. "To Hiei's cell."
Koenma didn't repress the sigh this time. His father would kill him if he knew that he was sleeping with a criminal in exchange for letting another one go, one with a Jagan and a temper no less. But it was a lonely existence as the Junior God of Death, and Kurama had made such a tempting offer, although Koenma could not understand the reasoning behind it.
What's done is done. The kami let his gaze drift up. Kurama's jacket hadn't been fastened yet, and the wrinkled uniform, along with the rumpled red hair, the flushed cheeks, and the smooth chest peering out from under the shirt had Koenma hard all over again. Although I could certainly go for another round.
Kurama cleared his throat and for some reason Koenma knew that the kitsune, as calm as he appeared, was wearing thin on patience.
Reaching to the bedside table, he popped his pacifier back in his mouth and then closed his eyes, concentrating. A small, very ordinary key manifested in his palm which was snatched away almost immediately by a featherlight touch. Despite being known as the King of Thieves, Kurama had absolutely no chance of freeing Hiei unless he used that key; sure, he could find his way into and out of any jail cell that he could touch but this key was the only way to access the dimension in which Hiei was being held.
And it was a key only Koenma could create.
"I believe my business here is done." The redhead easily fastened the buttons on his jacket and ran a hand through his mussed hair, smoothing it.
Koenma stood and strolled naked to Kurama, who pointedly ignored him until he pressed against that lean back, feeling human warmth. "Yes, your business here is done but I expect both you and Hiei to report to me tomorrow. As new members of the Reikai Tantei your freedom is very limited. Remember that."
Turning, Kurama looked at the kami, eyes flashing gold. A long foxlike smile split his features and suddenly Koenma felt fear.
"Don't worry Koenma-sama," he stated in a cold, unearthly tone. "I could never forget."
