Still Unnamed Kurama x Hiei fic...

Disclaimer: Yes, indeed I DO own Yu Yu Hakusho! Mwahahahaha ::gets dragged away by the nice young men in the clean white coats::

Taiki: No, she doesn't own YYH. Or Sailor Moon for that matter, since I'm here.

Warning: YAOI!! Yay! H K H! Happy joy 

This is my very first attempt at something resembling romance, another thing I have no real life experience with. It sucks to be me. This is probably riddled with every cliché in the book and ooc-ness abounds. But I'm rather proud of it, anyway. And yes, the little music section is what came to mind when I first heard the song 'Nightmare'. So pity me, for I be strange.

I cannot tell you what to expect from this story, as I don't even know what direction it may take. It was originally going to be a one-shot PWP. But that, obviously, has changed. I can tell you what not to expect, though. This will not be a sweeping, Hikari Nanase-esque epic of human (and demon) emotion and social commentary. Nor will it be filled with pain and angst or my usual over the top humor. It will simply be whatever comes to me. Okay, got that off my chest. Have fun.

Hiei dozed on his usual branch outside Kurama's window, awaiting his return. Shiori had been gone for the past few days on a business trip, allowing him to stay in the house and eat all the sweet snow he wanted. Although he was no longer able to stay inside while Kurama was at school ever since that unfortunate incident with the toaster. He had learned the hard way that you don't make cinnamon toast by putting the bread in already buttered and covered in cinnamon and sugar. The toaster had started to smoke and spark alarmingly. Kurama had come downstairs that morning to find Hiei sheathing his katana and standing over bits of what had once been a toaster. The damage caused wasn't that bad, but Kurama hadn't wanted to take any chances...or have to buy any more new appliances.

It was still twilight when Hiei woke. Rubbing at one eye, he reached out towards the window. Kurama should be home by now and he wanted something sugary. His hand stopped just shy of the window latch, his ears picking up sounds from within the room. Music. Something with a stringed instrument and a nice beat, though there was a slightly eerie quality to it. Hiei noticed movement in the dim room. His eyes shut and expression unreadable, Kurama was dancing and singing along with the song. His voice blended perfectly with the one flowing from the speakers, making him sound ethereal. Hiei backed away from the window, the words of the song not really registering as his eyes fixed on the swaying fox. His movements were perfectly matched to the rhythm, smooth, flowing, and extremely sexy. Hiei's eyes had widened to the point they nearly took up his whole face, which was turning bright red. All perfectly timed with the music, the redhead began undressing. Hiei gulped, a surprised 'Hn' escaping his lips. The other boy's movements held him entranced as first the rose-colored school jacket and then his undershirt were shed. He nearly fell from the tree when Kurama began removing his pants. A thin trickle of blood escaped Hiei's nose as he gripped the tree branch. He nearly fell again when the song came to an abrupt end and Kurama, clad only in his boxers, turned around.

"H-Hiei...?" His sparkling green eyes were nearly as wide as Hiei's at the sight of his partner in crime sitting in the tree, nose trickling blood. Kurama acted on his first impulse and yanked the curtains shut before sinking down on the bed. He could feel his face burning bright red. 'How long had he been there?' Kurama's mind swam, 'I didn't even feel his presence.' Hiei shook himself out of his Kurama-striptease-induced trance and glared at the curtains. 'What was that for?' He wiped at his nose before reaching out to open the widow.

Kurama jumped at the sound of the window sliding open and quickly left the bed. Hiei's hand parted the curtains and was quickly followed by the rest of him. His cheeks were still tinged pink, not helped at all by the fact that Kurama was still only wearing his boxers. Hiei coughed and looked to the side, at the ground, anywhere but at Kurama while being very thankful that his cloak covered the other effects Kurama's near nudity was having on him. Though really, it wasn't as if this was the first time Hiei had seen Kurama shirtless. But that hadn't involved sexy dancing and stripping. It was like Hiei's dirty little thoughts had suddenly come to life.

Kurama blinked as he got a better look at Hiei's face. He was blushing! He couldn't believe it, Hiei isn't supposed to blush. "Hiei, how long were you out there?" The fire demon slowly tilted his head to look at Kurama, "I just got here." The redhead shook his head at the blatant lie, a small smile gracing his lips. "Don't lie, Hiei." Kurama's embarrassment was rapidly fading in the face of his curiosity. He must have seen everything, judging from the flush to his cheeks and the fact that he wasn't looking directly at him. A grin was desperately trying to break through Kurama's composed expression and the youko part of his brain was already trying to send very explicit images of what he should do to the blushing half-koorime before him. Kurama squashed the pervy little youko part of his psyche. At least for the moment.

Hiei watched Kurama out of the corner of his eye. He could usually read Kurama like a book, but right now he could pick up nothing from his expression. The short youkai hoped ferverently that Kurama didn't think he was some kind of pervert or something. Or that he would figure out the feelings that Hiei had for him that even he himself didn't understand. Kurama would probably be disgusted and he would never see him again.

To the untrained eye, Hiei's expression seemed to remain blank. But Kurama could see the internal struggle that was going on. Varying barely there expressions of worry swept across the fire demon's face. Hiei jerked at the hand Kurama placed on his shoulder, causing the tall kitsune to nearly lose the controlled expression he was trying so hard to maintain. Hiei seemed frightened. 'What's wrong with him? First he's blushing and now he looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi truck.' The kitsune knelt down, bringing his face on level with Hiei's. Kurama had to put a hand under the Jaganshi's chin and all but force him to look him in the eye. "What's wrong?" Smiling reassuringly, the redhead continued, "Are you embarrassed?" He was rewarded with a slight glare and an even slighter snort. Kurama took those as well as the flush returning to Hiei's cheeks as a 'Yes'. "You don't need to be. By all rights, I should be the one embarrassed."

Pulling away from Kurama's grasp, Hiei tried to pull his usual blank expression back into place. He was failing miserably. "No, I shouldn't have watched. I'll leave while you get dressed." Shock spread across Kurama's face. Hiei...apologizing? And being considerate? His curiosity was overwhelming now. Something just wasn't right here. He felt the insane urge to ask, 'Who are you and what have you done with Hiei?' Said youkai was already on the bed and drawing back the curtains in order to leave. A hand on his wrist stopped him. Hiei stared for a moment at Kurama's hand, then at the kitsune's face. His heart stopped. Kurama leaned forward slightly, tilting his head, and brushed his lips against Hiei's.

Pulling away, he released Hiei's wrist, his eyes cast down to look at his hand. "I'm sorry...I..." The bed creaked and a hand caressed the side of his face. Looking up, emerald eyes met ruby ones. Hiei's face was set in an expression that defied all attempts by Kurama to read it. The redhead's breath caught in his throat, turning into a faint moan as Hiei pressed his lips to Kurama's. His hand slipping through the long red strands at the base of Kurama's neck, Hiei leaned back slightly, looking into the fox's eyes. They held a glazed, stunned look as Kurama hoped that this wasn't all some wonderful dream. 'Though if it is,' he thought, 'don't wake me yet...' Concern lit Hiei's eyes, his mind racing. 'I shouldn't have, he doesn't like me. That was just some fluke. Now he's going to push me away...'

Releasing his grip, Hiei tried to turn away. Only to find himself wrapped in a pair of soft, yet strong arms. "Don't go...please." The quiet, pleading tone caught him completely off guard. "Did...did you really mean that? The kiss, I mean..." Words failed against the constricting feeling in Kurama's chest. 'Please...please, please, please...' Hiei brought his gaze back to the kitsune's face. Just looking at him made him feel lightheaded. The feeling of his arms wrapped around him was the best thing he'd ever experienced. Of course he meant it and he told Kurama so. The smile that split the redhead's face was the most beautiful thing ever to be seen by mortals, demons, or gods. A pleasant warmth seemed to rush throughout Hiei's body, a small echo of Kurama's smile pulling at his lips. This all felt just so right.

Their lips met again, parting this time, exploring the fascinating territory of each other's mouths. Embarrassment, the situation that started this turn of events, all was forgotten. Well, not completely forgotten. The image of Kurama dancing, and undressing, would be forever burned into Hiei's memory. A hand undid the clasp of his cloak and was pulling it back from his shoulders when the sound of a door closing downstairs froze them both. Shiori's voice drifted up from downstairs, "Suichi? Where are you, dear?" Surprise and disappointment flashed across both boys' features. "I'm upstairs 'Kaasan! I'll be right there!" She was home two days early. Hiei disengaged himself from Kurama's grasp, pulling his cloak back into place. He spared the kitsune a glance before silently leaving out the window.

Kurama stared after him for a moment before he turned to his dresser. He wasn't about to go downstairs to greet his mother looking so disheveled and in his boxers. A grey t-shirt and green lounge pants covered his almost nakedness. "Welcome home, 'Kaasan." He gave his ningen mother a hug, "You're back early." Something in her son's tone bothered her. "You sound almost disappointed!" She joked as she walked into the kitchen, flicking on the light as she went. The new toaster, never mind it was the exact same model as the one Hiei had sent to Toaster Heaven, caught her attention. "What happened to the toaster?" Kurama was only slightly surprised that she had noticed, "Oh, the old one shorted out." Shiori was getting the feeling that this wasn't the whole truth, but as it was just a toaster, she let it slide as her son made tea for both of them.

"How was your trip?" Smiling ruefully over the top of her cup, she replied, "I got everything done in the first two days there. The rest of the time I went sightseeing. I ended up calling the office and telling them that I didn't want to waste company funds staying at the hotel after I had finished all of the client meetings." Never mind she'd done all the sightseeing she'd wanted to already. Kurama smiled at that. "It sounds like you enjoyed yourself, though." Shiori nodded, "Yes, but I decided I would rather spend the extra time at home." The redhead finished his tea and went to rinse the cup out in the sink before placing it in the dishwasher. Feigning a yawn, he gave his mother an apologetic smile. "I'm going to head to bed. Oyasumi nasai, 'Kaasan."

"Oyasumi." She watched him leave. Something was definitely going on. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Sipping her tea, Shiori wondered what had happened while she was gone.

Upon reaching his room, Kurama opened the window in hopes that Hiei would be outside. No such luck. Turning out the lights to keep up the pretense that he was going to sleep, he curled up on the bed right next to the window. 'Will he come back?' Kurama sighed, closing his eyes and remembering the feel of Hiei's hands on him, his lips against his own. His eyes stayed shut and his breathing slowed as sleep pulled him down into its soft embrace.

Author's Note: Well, I re-read this before I posted it and, I really like it. So it's cliché! So there's a million and one stories just like it out there. I like it dammit!