This was written for Kyohana, because she's made of love (and Singapore Slings).

Kurama pinned Hiei to the bed and Hiei allowed it, far too turned on to feel annoyance at being restrained. Besides, Kurama was busy sucking and biting at his neck and at this moment he preferred to drown in the illicit sensations surging through his body than discipline his lusty kitsune.

Punishment could always be reserved for later…if he even remembered.

"Mmmmm, Hiei." Kurama's soft alto voice was husky and warm breath tickled Hiei ear, sending bolts of pleasure straight from his head to his groin. Against his better nature he shuddered but managed to bite back a moan. Something about Kurama made him lose his sense of self and whenever they were intimate he constantly fought to remain in control.

It was mostly a losing battle.

Kurama pressed his pelvis down, grinding Hiei into the bed and the jaganshi let loose a broken gasp, his hands - secured in Kurama's grip - tightening into fists.

"Mother is out, Hiei," came the seductive whisper. "No one will hear us." One hand released a small wrist and slithered down between them, making quick work of Hiei's belts. The apparition attempted to wiggle free, but it was only to save face; he yearned for Kurama with a vicious intensity that he only felt before violent battle and he often walked away from their encounters bruised, bloody and drained, as if he had fought for his life.

Kurama smirked at the token resistance and responded by shoving his hand down Hiei's pants. Arching, the jaganshi choked on a cry and tried to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head but failed miserably. Sweat broke out across his brow and he felt the ward on his forehead grow damp as Kurama worked him gently yet forcefully with one hand and paid homage to his flushed skin with the other. It was a shame that all Hiei could do was lay there, fist the sheets and breathe heavily. Gritting his teeth, he struggled for coherence but then Kurama squeezed the tip of his member hard and licked his ear again, murmuring with a chuckle,

"Let go, Hiei."

Then his pants were gone. Hiei made a mental note to wear more belts the next time he interrupted Kurama's homework; too many times he had been stripped easily of rationality and clothes and his pride made him want to provide more of a challenge. However that mental note was crumpled and tossed to the far side of his brain as Kurama, with a devious glint in his eyes, suddenly lowered his head and swallowed Hiei whole.

Whatever semblance of inner strength Hiei had left melted away as red hair fanned across his thighs and a very adept mouth hummed along his length. Knowing when to cut his losses Hiei gave in, gasping something profane even by Makai standards and letting Kurama lead him on the journey from pleasure to peak. His nipples hardened to rocks, sweat poured from his skin, and his nails tore straight through the sheets as Kurama plunged over and over then delved deeper, forcing Hiei's member against the back of his throat and swallowing around it.

The next curse Hiei uttered was human, something he picked up from Yusuke, and his eyes went saucerlike then snapped shut as he began to seize, giving into his orgasm as much as he could, trying not to crush Kurama's head between his legs as he rode waves of bliss. In the final moments of climax, when his entire body seared with pleasure, he cried out Kurama's name, his voice cracking, and it was all he could do not to curse himself for letting the fox get the best of him once again.

A soft chuckle bought him back to semi-coherency and he blinked owllike at his lover. Kurama's red mane was disheveled, his pupils dilated, and those tempting lips were swollen and wet. Slowly, Hiei sat up and rested an elbow on a raised knee. Then, with an evil glint that rivaled Kurama's deviousness, he grabbed the front of the redhead's shirt and pulled him in for a thorough demanding kiss, tasting himself on that sinuous tongue.

Despite Kurama's efforts Hiei did remember being pinned to the bed as well as the need to punish his fox. And, of course, there was no time like the present. And no better challenge than to force Kurama to lose control.

And maybe next time he would wear fewer belts.