I haven't edited this but i am tired. I promise to get to it in the morning. I hope y'all enjoy it somewhat.

"Hold tighter." Kurama smirked over his shoulder. All out of spite, Hiei squeezed the redhead's waist till he groaned in protest.

It shut him up, at least.

Yuusuke and Keiko were wiggling their eyebrows at him in plain sight of everyone else, including Kurama, and if Hiei wasn't terrified of confirming their insinuations by reacting in any way whatsoever, he'd have smacked both of them.

Kurama revved the engine the way every goddamned biker on the planet did because someone, somewhere must have declared it illegal to own a motorcycle and not flex it like that. Next to them, Yuusuke set his own engine purring and Kurama rotated the throttle further in response, playful smirk widening into a challenging grin. Hiei rolled his eyes, even as he felt a smile curving up the corner of his mouth.

He was very decidedly not as irritated as he had been a few minutes ago.

As it was, Kuwabara's cluttered car could only seat four people at max. Shotgun was perpetually claimed by Yukina because the big buffoon claimed he automatically performed better at any and everything when she was in sight. Shizuru and Botan had managed to squeeze themselves in the backseat with his gym bag, thousands of empty beer bottles and god knows what else he kept in the small Toyota. Keiko was riding behind Yuusuke as always and Hiei was left with the seat behind Kurama.

Which was more than fine, not that he was going to make that obvious.

The memory of the sharp, serrated smile Kurama had revealed to him for a second was fresh behind Hiei's eyelids, the thrill of it a thick coil that won't unwind from inside his chest, leaving him breathless. For so many months now, his life had been reduced to a mind-numbingly boring cycle of school, work and go, pay the bills. He had forgotten what it was like to be excited about anything and now there was this gorgeous man with cold, clear green eyes who dressed the cutting edge of his personality with practiced smiles and calm words and shed them just the same, a matter of moments.

They put on their helmets and Hiei's arms tightened around Kurama's slim waist. The redhead had put his shirt back on before leaving, something that Hiei had openly clicked his tongue at, only to receive a playful smirk. Kurama put the bike in gear and off they went, keeping pace with Yuusuke and Keiko in front of Kuwabara's car.

It was heady, the realization that Kurama had taken one look at Hiei and seen through the layers even Yukina couldn't parse through. The way his eyes had narrowed for that single second, expression shifting into something pointedly darker, was too deliberate to be called anything but a calculated move to entice Hiei. It was an exciting game of chase that was setting Hiei's nerves alight.

It was exciting.

The ride to the game center was uneventful and silent, but that could be attributed to Kurama's chunky helmets, and for the first time in a long while Hiei's brain wasn't tripping over itself, fretting over the cost of a certain indulgence, not that he had given in to any ever since settling in the States. Instead, it was obsessing over the new, intoxicating rush that Kurama's presence brought with it. The wind whipped against his arms, bare in the black tank top he had changed into. His shoulders and biceps were lean and muscled, he had been told they were attractive. Kurama had given his collarbones an appreciative glance, hot and heavy, the taste of which still lingered in his gut. By the time they were parked behind the game center, Hiei found himself clenching his fists to contain the faint thrum of excitement that refused to abate.

He alighted and held a hand out for Kurama's helmet which the redhead handed to him before driving the bike into the parking lane next to Yuusuke's. Everyone else was already headed towards the gates.

Kurama walked up to him, a pleasant smile on his lips. Hiei hadn't noticed it before, but his gait was tailored to match his personality, controlled and powerful steps coupled with a lazy, arrogant swagger. He took his helmet from Hiei and they followed the rest of the group in silence.

"Have you ever gone bowling before?"

Or not.

Hiei shook his head in response. Kurama hummed.

"Neither have I. Yuusuke said it's fun."

"Then I can bet it isn't" Hiei grumbled because Yuusuke was lameas lame went and he felt the world should know that.

Kurama laughed, a soft, tinkling sound.

"Nothing wrong with giving it a try."

"Well, I am here, aren't I?" He grumbled.

Fingers, cold and smooth, wrapped around his wrist. Kurama tugged him around, drawing closer. Hiei cocked his head forward and watched Kurama lick his lips.

"You're not here for the bowling."

It would be so easy to lean up and steal a kiss from those gorgeous lips, inches away from his own.

Hiei stepped back, not wanting to end their little game so soon. He watched an amused smile spread on Kurama's lips and quipped:

"Glad to know we're on the same page."

He turned around to move forward, Kurama chuckling behind him.

…

Being around Yuusuke and Kuwabara when they got into these weird fights where you couldn't tell if they were flirting or trying to one-up each other was torturous in its own right. Bantering was a form of bonding for the two, Hiei had always known but it didn't make it any less cringy to watch the two stare intently into each other's eyes and promise to destroy each other.

Kurama thought otherwise. He seemed to loveegging the two on.

"I bet Kuwabara can easily make the next five consec frames." He said nonchalantly after Yuusuke's blank spare. The buffoon puffed up his chest and grabbed a ball, immediately nudging Yuusuke out of the lane to take the next frame.

Yuusuke seethed and attempted to trip Kuwabara before he could get to take a shot. In the next lane, Shizuru bowled a clear strike and got a kiss from Botan as a reward.

The center was crowded around them as the late noon turned into early twilight and more groups of people arrived. Tinny speakers blared Katy Perry over their heads. Somewhere a baby was wailing, probably feeling stuffy and uncomfortable, and Hiei was surprised to find he wasn't half as irritated as he generally would be, watching as Yukina and Keiko argued playfully about who'd throw the first punch between their boyfriend and roommate.

The fact of the matter, however, was that he hadn't gotten a chance to try bowling for himself yet and he'd rather not be thrown out before he could.

Stomping over to the fighting friends with a thunderous expression, Hiei forced the two apart before turning on to Kurama.

"Do you want us to be thrown out?!"

Kurama shrugged, a 'who, me?' look on his face.

"Don't" Hiei warned. He turned back to Yuusuke. "And you, it's his turn now."

Yuusuke opened his mouth to argue but Hiei narrowed his eyes, firmly planting a hand on the taller brunette's chest to push him back. Yuusuke rolled his eyes but backed off, well-versed in Hiei-speak to know this was no negotiation moment.

A heavy arm fell around Hiei's shoulders just the next moment and predictably, he looked up into Kurama's soft, plump face. Rays of green from the tacky strobe lights placed around the alley lit his skin an unflattering shade that made Hiei cringe when he thought about how he, himself must be looking just then.

"Dominating. I like it." Kurama teased.

… and thishad been going on for an entire evening. They would flirt with each other, draw close enough, and then pull back. It was fun, built tension, kept them on their toes, gave the rest something to tease Hiei about, overall group entertainment that would hopefully result in some good action at the end of the day for Hiei. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying his rare evening out.

Hiei leaned back against Kurama's shoulder and brushed his lips to the side of the redhead's neck.

"You better be good at following orders, pretty boy."

…

Hiei found he sucked at bowling, so naturally, they didn't leave the alley till he didn't anymore.

It may or may not have had something to do with Kurama looking thoroughly amused at his expense. On the way to the local pizza place rode shotgun with Kuwabara and glared Botan into riding behind Kurama.

He never claimed he wasn't petty.

He never claimed he had enough self-control to keep Kurama from sitting beside him in the cramped booths of the restaurant, either.

…

This was so new.

Back in Kyushu, people had quickly learned to fear him. The world he lived in offered no friendships worth his attention when daily survival was conditional, reliant on bloodshed, his or another's, day after day, night after night. It was stupid to form bonds he had no reason or obligation to carry into his future, and yet Hiei knew he couldn't cite any of that as a reason behind his lonely existence, for he had willingly chosen the life he led. He had willingly locked everyone, including Yukina, out, chasing behind the pointless thrill of racing hearts and smoking barrels, ignoring the fact that a day will come when he will find himself on the wrong end of the gun.

It was what it was. Hiei had always been an adrenaline-junkie.

When they shifted, friendships still remained out of budget in the sense that he didn't have time to devote to them. Kids at school were mostly dumb and more trouble than they were worth and he got along with no one at the restaurant. His other job… was not a place to go looking for friends.

Consequently, Hiei didn't know what to do with the wildly fluttering butterflies in his stomach. Shizuru had just turned around in her seat where she sat directly in front of Hiei and asked him, Kurama and Botan to crowd in for a selfie.

Hiei had never been asked to take a picture with someone before and he couldn't help but watch wide-eyed as the brunette asked for his Instagram and tagged the three of them in the photo before posting it. His heart thundered in his chest, beats erratic like during an adrenaline-induced high except he felt warm all over right now.

Yukina smiled at him, understanding woven into the soft curve of her lips.

"Hiei, what toppings do you want?" Yuusuke questioned, absently and Hiei reached for the menu, despite being a die-hard plain cheese fan, just so he could hide behind it and wait for his pulse to stop racing.

"Do you have a light?", Shizuru asked him once he was done ordering and Hiei slipped his lighter across the table. She picked it up and left for the smoking area and Hiei would neverfigure out why that simple action had him threateningly close to smiling.

Hiei was still struggling to school his features, waiting for their orders to arrive, when a hand snaked into his lap. He huffed.

"You have been ignoring me.", Kurama pouted. It was not an expression Hiei had thought the redhead would deign to display so he indulged himself with a short chuckle.

Kurama's fingers tightened around the soft flesh on the inside of Hiei's thighs and he squeezed.

"You haven't done anything worth paying attention to" Hiei replied.

Kurama's grin widened and his hand angled upwards to rest snug over Hiei's soft cock through the fabric of his jeans. Hiei quirked a brow and scooted forward in his seat to make sure Yuusuke, who was sitting on the other side of Kurama couldn't see them, even as he moved his own arm out of the way, giving the redhead free space to move in.

Pizza bread was all Hiei could smell around him, but everyone had unanimously selected this restaurant so he didn't voice his doubts as to the quality of the food served here. The speakers, thankfully, were silent and the group was placed in a nook sort of secluded from the rest of the patrons. The diner wasn't crowded but they were cramped in a booth made for six people at best, anyway. They had the window-seat and Hiei sat propped up against the glass wall followed by Kurama, Yuusuke, and then Keiko. Botan, Shizuru, Yukina, and Kuwabara faced them on the opposite end.

… which meant not an inch of movement was going to be missed by anyone. The thrill of having to hide their actions from their friends made Kurama's hands take an almost electrifying quality, and even the thick fabric of his jeans couldn't protect from the sensations.

Hiei chanced a look over his shoulder at Kurama, to find the redhead's cheeks brushed a dusky pink. He returned Hiei's look fully and started to rub against his crotch. Hiei tried not to let his eyes stray, his hand shiver or his mouth quirk into an expression that would give them away.

"You play soccer, Hiei?" Botan asked him.

Kurama's palm reached down below and cupped Hiei where his balls would be. Hiei arched into his rough grasp, jeans hindering his body's quest for friction. Kurama noticed the movement and smirked, drawing his hand up to caress the bare skin of Hiei's belly. His thumb flicked the button on the jeans, fingers dipping an inch below the denim before pulling back.

Not one to back down, Hiei swiftly pulled down his zipper.

He watched Kurama's eyebrows crawl up further on his face from the corner of his eyes.

"Hn." Hiei offered as a response to Botan. She didn't let it deter her.

"Are you any good? Keiko says you're, in her words, fucking amazing."

Kurama's fingers drew a lazy circle on his boxer-clad dick from in-between the zipper. Hiei felt his hips buckle.

…and what was the blue bimbo asking again?

Hiei grunted, making it as noncommittal as possible. Kurama's hand gave him a pointed squeeze.

Green of his eyes lit with barely concealed mischief, Kurama placed his chin on top of his hand on the table and turned to face Hiei. "Don't be shy now. Tell me, exactly how good are you?"

Botan coughed and gave a low whistle. Hiei didn't know whether he wanted to punch the redhead's face or pull his mouth down on to his cock. He settled for a scowl because he knewKurama knew he had no idea what they were talking about.

There was something caught in Hiei's chest now. His own hand grasped the redhead's under the table, pulling it off his dick in retaliation.

"Oi Yuusuke! I am starving when will the damn pizza arrive?!"

"Anybody see the chef's hat on my head?" Yuusuke rolled his eyes, eternally incapable of being remotely helpful in any situation. Hiei turned his furtive gaze back onto Kurama.

The redhead decided to have mercy on him, and his half-hard cock for he took his eyes off him and engaged Botan in conversation again. Stealthily, Hiei popped the button on his jeans and pulled his dick out of his boxers, giving himself two hard tugs before bringing Kurama's hand to it.

The redhead doesn't seem surprised because of course, he doesn't, that infuriating bastard,but Hiei, who has been anticipating this the entire evening, couldn't use that as a reason to deprive himself no matter how much the calm, soft smiles on Kurama's face pissed him off.

He so wanted to see that face twisted into a helplessly needy expression, out-of-control, begging. He wanted those plump lips to quirk with the same mischief Kurama's startlingly green eyes concealed so well. The man kept himself draped in mystery and rosy cologne and Hiei wanted to let the rich scent intoxicate him as he tore down layer after layer that hid the truth of Kurama away.

He wasn't going to kid himself, however. He didn't have any doubts as to the endurance of Kurama's attention and no matter how interesting a burst of color he was figuring out to be in Hiei's life, he knew he was no more than a one-night-stand to the man.

He didn't mind. Kurama's touch felt like the abrasive, scorching caress of troublethat he had decided to drop back in Japan itself.

For now, he gave himself to the redhead's tightening grasp on his member, arching his back against the climb of Kurama's blunt nails on the underside of his dick. He was achingly hard now and it was getting harder to keep quiet.

Playfully, Kurama pressed a finger to the slit of Hiei's dick.

"That perm was atrocious." He vaguely registered Kurama saying to Shizuru. Hiei had long since lost whatever thread of conversation they had managed to keep. Kurama threw out a couple more casual remarks, expression unfazed, fingers unrelenting on the head of Hiei's cock.

Somebody said something about the pizza taking too long, Hiei couldn't figure out who, but he nodded his head visibly and emphatically in agreement. To keep up appearances.

Kurama spared him a smirk and squeezed the base of his dick before drawing his rounded fingers into long, tight tugs, combined with lazy but abrupt twists of his wrists. His finger would tease Hiei's slit and then drop down to run up the veins underneath. Hiei found his chest heaving.

A loud squeak broke through the sex-heavy fog in Hiei's mind and their necks snapped to the source of the said sound, only to find an empty spot where Yukina had previously been sitting… which was soon filled by the rising form of Yukina, holding up her phone, face stark red and eyes refusing to meet either his or Kurama's.

To Hiei's mounting horror, he realized she had ducked down to grab the phone she had probably dropped.

Kurama's hold loosened around him and he hastily tucked his dick back in, before swiftly retracting his hand, which was for the better, really because right then, Hiei wasn't sure he retained the senses to be able to cover himself.

"Yukina-chan?", Kuwabara prompted.

Hiei wanted to stop existing as a human.

"Hey, Yukina, what's wrong?" Keiko asked.

"Pollution!" Hiei's sister burst out, visibly overwhelmed. "The pollution levels are at an all-time high. It's very wrong, yes!"

Hiei felt himself cringe.

"Really?", Shizuru drawled, a lazy brow lifting high on her forehead. "Don't tell me someone discarded Climate drive posters under the table."

Yuusuke actually ducked to check.

Yukina squirmed. "I don't know why it struck me all of a sudden but it's very distressing, what we're doing to the Earth." She nodded as if trying to tell herself that she did a good job covering up and that the pathetic excuse was perfectly acceptable.

"Don't tell me…", Botan smirked. "Did you catch someone playing footsie down there or something?"

Hiei didn't know it was possible for human skin to turn thatred.

Yukina made a noise like a dying animal. She still refused to look up at Hiei and any second now these morons were going to figure out what had happened.

Before that could happen, Hiei caught movement out of the side of his eye and, adamant atheist as he always had been, he thanked every single God he could think of in that moment.

"Oh, look! The pizza's here!" And if he did sound like a thirteen-year-old girl, well, nobody could make him acknowledge it.

Hiei never knew a day would come when he would be happy Yuusuke, Kuwabara, and Botan forgot absolutely everything in the face of food.

Next to him, Kurama's face was as perfectly composed as always and when Yukina dared to look up at the redhead, the bastard winked.

Hiei pinched his side and allowed himself a grin when Kurama winced.

…

They watched Kuwabara's car and Yuusuke's bike leave the parking lot, and then Hiei was being lifted onto the backseat of Kurama's motorcycle. Frenzied lips found his and Hiei tightened his fists in Kurama's scarlet locks that he had been aching to touch all day.He spread his legs open and the redhead crowded him, their hips slotting together.

Kurama's lips were soft like a girl's and he kissed Hiei as if he would never get to experience something like that again. Without preamble, he sucked Hiei's lower lip in between his, and Hiei grazed his mouth with his teeth. Kurama's hands were sliding around his waist, down his shoulder, up his sides, around his neck, the warmth of his skin mapping a mindless trail of shivers Hiei couldn't hold back.

He hadn't done this in so goddamn long.

Hiei ran his ankle down the back of Kurama's thigh and felt the redhead moan in his mouth. His hands tugged harder on his hair and he bit down onto Kurama's lips, almost crowing in victory when the redhead opened his mouth in defeat.

Before Hiei could plunge his tongue into the wetness of Kurama's mouth, he pulled back leaving the red-eyed boy panting and confused. He frowned up at Kurama, who simply smiled.

"Wanna go to my apartment or get a hotel?"

"Hotel."

Kurama's grin sharpened into a smirk that made Hiei's belly give in to excited, tense knots. He licked his lips.

"I really like the way you think, Hiei.", Kurama nuzzled Hiei's throat, only for his snipping teeth to chase the redhead away.

A loud ringing sound pierced its way between them and it took Hiei a second to recognize that ring tone. He pushed Kurama's chest away and hastily fished out his phone.

A time and an address, that was all Mukuro had sent. Hiei barely had thirty minutes to get there.

Like a pitcher neglected to the state of overflowing with water, the reality of Hiei's situation finally trickled into the front of his consciousness. He almost gasped.

"What's wrong?" Kurama asked, eyes wide.

Yukina cared about these people. How could he be so reckless?! One look from a hot guy and he had allowed himself to disregard every well-placed, justified inhibition he had carried so far, like a fool, like an absolute fool.

"I need to leave."

Kurama frowned, and now he looked confused, at least.Hiei knew it was a small victory he'd forever hold to his chest.

"What's wrong?" He repeated, again, seemingly unable to understand what had changed all of a sudden. For a second, Hiei imagined confiding the truth he had so long held close to his chest, he imagined how it would feel to whisper those incriminating words out into the world, to him, he imagined hugging Kurama, drawing some comfort in the realization that he wasn't all alone in this now.

Five seconds, five measly, heartbreaking seconds he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy, and then he tore his sights off Kurama's perplexed eyes and open mouth.

He hopped off the bike and turned away but before he had taken two steps fingers were encircling his elbow and drawing him back. Kurama looped an arm around his waist and pinned him to his chest. Hiei was suddenly reminded of how much bigger Kurama was, how wickedhis eyes were.

"Was I really that bad?" The redhead tried to joke, but the tilt of his mouth was thin, unsure. Hiei couldn't look at him, all of a sudden aware of who he was, what he had done, what he did,still. There was a reason he made himself as invisible as possible, and growing close to Yukina's friends would only end up risking the one person who gave a shit about him in the world.

"There's somewhere I need to be." He found he didn't need to struggle to break free of Kurama's embrace. The redhead released him the moment he tried to inch away.

"Let me drop you." Kurama offered, his brows were furrowed and Hiei wanted to yank his hair out and demand him to shut up.

"No." He started walking. This time, Kurama didn't try to stop him.

"Give me your number, at least!" He heard Kurama call, calm, calculated tone distressed for the first time.

Hiei didn't bother to turn around.

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