Irresistible
~*Punk Zell Dincht*~

Yes, yes, another Yu Yu Hakusho Fic. ^^; When will it ever end… hurm… probably never. The song doesn't belong to me, the characters don't, though I wish that they did. This is told by Hiei's view … Alter part to 'That Thing You Do'. ^^; God I'm a moron.

Lyrics are in quotes like so [blah]
Dialogue is in "blah"
Thoughts are 'blah'
Actions that have taken place in the past… will be pretty damn obvious.


Enjoy. Eh… please? :pout:

Oh! This is dedicated to Duo, and Yoake-chan :giggle:

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"Hn." The koorime half turned around, eyeing the redhead.

The small noise failed to bring a smile to Kurama's lips, something that Hiei instantly noticed as he turned completely around and stepped onto the branch, disappearing as mysteriously as he came.

[You know, I don't know what it is
But everything about you is so irresistible]

And promptly landed on the roof right above the window without a sound. He… gods those things the Kitsune did to him. It made him feel itchy in his own skin, his blood boil, his body tense. The whisper of Kurama's sigh made his stomach twist and his knees curl against his chest. It suddenly felt a lot colder outside.

The shuffle of Kurama lifting from his bed and to the desk caused the Jaganshi to arch an eyebrow beneath his bandana, and a pout to come to his lips. If anyone had seen him, he would have ripped off an appendage and beaten then within a centimeter of life. Even Yukina upon considering the circumstances. Okay… well maybe not Yukina… but that was irrelevant.

[Don't you try to tell me that he's not my type
To hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire]

Hiei leaned against the roof, hands folded behind his head, eyes staring up at the moon. He wondered if Kurama was looking as well. He had heard the radio click on and some onna babble some random nonsense, and the shifting of Kurama onto his bed.

Oooh... Kurama on the bed. Scratch that thought. It would only lead to more… predicaments. Very… not too easy to escape from unscathed predicaments. But… Kurama on his bed… Tied up with his treacherous vines…

The Koorime faltered on the roof, loosing his footing and sliding towards the window. His cloak fluttered before the opened glass and a hiss escaped his lips as he hopped back up quickly, cursing his weakness. His 5'10" to 6'3" weakness. The god in crimson and silver.

[I know that I'm supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase
But I can't stop fanning the fire]

He almost gasped as he noticed Kurama lifting from the mattress.

'Dammit…'

And park his rear down on the windowsill, still singing words from the song that played on the radio. He had heard the redhead humming it before, but passed it off as nothing. Yet now, hearing the words leave his perfect lips, he leaned closer, struggling to keep his youkai hidden. It was awfully cold outside… He wondered why the kitsune was letting this fragile form get such direct access to the bitterness outside. Maybe he was looking at the tree. It was such a lovely tree too. Comfy.

Hiei peeked his head over the side of the roof to see the beauty frowning, lower lip stuck out in a pout as he sang along, the words not meaning anything at that very moment, just the actions.

'Ohh… Katas. Think of the katas. Very… not having to do with feeling up the kitsune. KATAS. KATAS. KATAS. KATAS!!!'

[I know I meant to say no]

The half-Koorime had, clearly had enough and fallen to the windowsill, very gently, very quietly, but directly before the fox. He knew touching was now inevitable… and what had happened only moments before with the bandaging had made his skin jump. Ohh… just that… gentle touch was almost too much. No one had ever touched him like that… or even treated him with such care. The feelings were overwhelming. He was torn between throwing himself at and on the half kitsune, or running. And taking the path of least resistance, but more heartache, the fire demon resisted. And it made him ill. Ill to see that he had scared the kitsune. He wasn't going to lay an aggressive finger on the perfect body… unless he intended on using it for something completely intimate.

'Hiei. Stop it. Stop it. KATAS! FOR KAMI'S SAKE! KATAS!!!!!!!!'

While his mind reeled, a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips and he brushed his callused fingers across the ivory soft cheek, the hair standing on end at the back of his neck.

[But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe]

The smirk widened, and a callused thumb brushed across the lower lip of Shuuichi Minamino. And the song came to an end.

[More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me]

Kurama gasped, leaning against the hand, his eyes wide, and vulnerable. He wanted this as much as Hiei did. And the Koorime was not going to back down this time.

There had been times of innocent seduction before. Maybe it was unconscious, but it had the fire demon literally running to get out of the Minamino home. Kurama swaying his hips, crimson hair tumbling over his shoulders, burning emerald eyes radiating… something. He had noticed and laughed to himself when Mukuro would try her games on him. He disheveled body wiggling towards him. He had to leave *those* times to keep from laughing at the baka onna.

Though, he would frequently curse himself from falling under the spell of the kitsune, he had heard the stories, but he didn't believe them. Or want to for that matter. And now he could mark that kitsune for his own. His heart jumped about eight beats when Kurama's pink tongue darted out of his mouth and licked across his digit.

[Don't you think I'm trying to tell my heart what's right
That I should really say goodnight
But I just cant stop myself falling]

The Jagan had to keep his knees from buckling, his left hand clenching into a fist, causing Kurama to almost whimper. Did he… do something wrong? His tongue disappeared into the dark orifice and Hiei nearly whined.

'T-the Katas… oh FUCK the katas!!!'

The Jagan lifted his fisted hand to Kurama's cheek, unclenching his fingers and brushing them across the milky expanse of his face, thumbs meeting on his lower lip. Somewhere in his mind, he duly noted two things. One, that doing this would mean that if Kurama got hurt, that he would also indeed be hurt a whole lot worse, and two, that there was *no* turning back now.

[Maybe I'll tell him that I feel the same
That I don't want to play no game]

He felt Kurama take a deep breath of the chilly air, his eyelids fluttering.

"Hiei…"
'Gods… I love when he says my name… Moan it Kitsune…Please…'

The Jagan removed his fingers from the fox's lips, leaning forward and breathing across the sensitive flesh, his tongue coming out to lave across Kurama's mouth. He heard the half ningen suck in another labored breath, his pupils consuming the emerald that would haunt Hiei's dreams from time to time.

[Cause when I feel his arms wrapped around me]

The Kitsune shakily lifted his arms from his sides and wrapped them around the Koorime, faintly at first, but as the tongue was replaced with Hiei's lips, Kurama pulled the smaller demon flush against his body, not an inch untouched by the other. Not a sliver of space between the two.

And the cold disappeared.

[I know meant to say no]

It was a blur from there, tongues fighting for dominance, eyes never leaving one another. They tumbled into Kurama's bedroom, words failing to be voiced, speech conveyed in pants and soft moans.

A teeny tiny part of the Koorime didn't want to risk this… 'thing' with the kitsune. But that part was soon smothered. The rational chunk of the raven-haired demon's mind was screaming at how perfectly *right* this all felt, the ningen-esque fox begging *him*. The forbidden child to be his. He had certainly seen the signs… but the fire demon would just pass them off as flukes. Not something that was consciously done.

[But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe]

There was one time, after one battle in particular… and both he and the fox had been wounded, to an extent to himself being unconscious and the kitsune having to be bandaged from the deep wounds on his ivory skin. The other two idiots had left, and he was resting on Kurama's bed, his eyes cracked open in little slits. He needed to make sure the fox was… okay.

And for the love of Enma Daioh-sama, he was. The fox lifted up his Chinese style tunic, revealing smooth, creamy pale skin, with a few bandages that sopped up the blood from the wounds, but that was nothing. He seductively, and it was probably unconscious due to the circumstances, walked over, stroking a hand through the koorime's hair, murmuring words of wellness. And said Koorime was doing his best not to hyperventilate. He was… well… hyper sensitive to his surroundings thanks to the Jagan, and he could smell the scent of roses wafting off the redhead, almost taste it in his mouth.

Kurama started to get especially worried when the heart rate of the slumbering Koorime raced up to twice its usual pace. With that he stood, and swayed his way towards his bathroom, the fire demon sitting up on the bed to catch a better glimpse of the fox-ningen.

Oh Kami. And now that was all his. Oh yes.

[More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me]

The smaller, yet stronger demon pulled away from he kiss, almost chuckling low in his throat as the fox followed his mouth.

"Kitsune."
"I---Is this a dream…?

Ruby eyes narrowed and the koorime stepped back, a look of shock falling across the redhead's fragile features.

"G-Gom--AH!!!"

Hiei picked up the ningen and launched him onto the bed, the crimson haired bishounen sailing through the air for only moments before being caught by the literal speed demon and cradled onto the surface of the futon.

[Can't you see whenever he's close to me
I really find it hard to breathe]

With those wide, green eyes, filled with part horror, filled with, love, or something resembling that, the breath caught in the Jagan's throat, eyes searching the flawless face. He truly hadn't seen any sort of emotion much like that directed at him…ever. Yukina… showed a different kind of love. That noticeable, 'I know you are my brother' kind of love only a twin could give…

But Kurama.

"Hiei…"

His name came out in no more than a moan, lips swollen and cherry colored, eyes large and glistening, brighter and more beautiful than the rarest of emerald. And this was all his.

Hiei's breath came out in a small stream across Kurama's wet lips causing both to shiver.

The kitsune pulled back, lids lowering rapidly, a seed being removed from his hair.

[He's so irresistible
Baby, you know its more than just spiritual
His kisses are powerful
He's so irresistible
You're so irresistible]

"Fox…?"
"Mm…Hiei… I do love you… you know…"

The Koorime's mouth fell open at the blatant expression of love, the seed being shifted between the fox's fingertips.

"K---Kitsune…?"

The seed was placed on the tip of Hiei's tongue, and their lips were pressed together again, the pre-plant being moved in the most seductive way possible from mouth to mouth, the redhead pulling back to swallow the odd shaped, purplish kernel.

Hiei watched with an arched eyebrow, beginning to remove the white scarf from around his throat, wringing the white cloth around his hands as he waited to see what the seed, indeed did do.

Smoke surrounded the two, Hiei's ruby eyes widening as he tried to fan away the silver-ish smoke.

[He's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe]

A hand grasped his cheeks, fingers longer and stronger, ruby colored nails glimmering in the depthless moonlight. The Koorime went rigid, his eyes adjusting to the Kitsune before him. The ruby kitsune, twin ears poking out of wavy, crimson colored hair, a bushy tail peeking out from behind the fox… Green eyes large, lips curled in a seductive smile.

And the Koorime stopped breathing all together.

The low rumbling of the silver youko's voice meshed perfectly with the soft alto of Minamino Shuuichi causing Hiei to shiver from head to toe, his eyes still widening at the… sheer amazing fuse of the Youko and the Ningen form of Kurama.

A single moment passed before the Koorime launched himself at the Youko-form, pinning the redhead to the bed and plundering his mouth with a re-knewed passion.

[More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me]

"Shuuichi?"

Bang.Bang.Bang.Moan.Bang.Bang.Moan.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Moan.Moooooaaaan.

"Shuu-chan? Are you having a nightmare? Again?"

Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Moan.Moaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.Bang.Bang.Crack.

The Koorime cracked his eyes open blearily, sweat pouring off of his body, eyes slitted in spent passion.

"K'rama… We b---broke your b---bed…nnhhg…"

The kitsune simply let out a purr of a laugh and smirked, licking across the flat, muscular planes of his lover's stomach, an evil glint in his emerald eyes.

Bang.Bang.Crack.Creak.Moan.Bang.

"Shuu-chan…? SHUU-CHAN?!"

"Ohhhhhhhh…"

Shiori put a hand to her mouth, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"My…" She said, walking to her bedroom. "I hope he wakes up soon… He sounds like he's having a terrible dream…"

And the broken bits of Kurama's bed continued to pound into the wall with more passionately demonic lovemaking.

~Owari~