Well, I was ready to update last week, but no time to type. Sorry. This chapter is lemon, so be warned. I don't usually write lemon, so please forgive me if you aren't satisfied. I actually didn't plan to write lemon, but it is sort of weird that in a 12 chapter story, there isn't even . . . well, you know. So if you can't take it, escape now!
Seasons Summer
July
The last month of summer was spent almost entirely in the rain. Now it was near autumn, but the rain still refused to let go, its stubbornness startling even the best meteorologist. Everywhere was near flooding, but he rain continued pouring down regardless to all others. It seemed that it was trying to express something, to let at least someone understand its feelings.
Too bad nobody ever paid attention. So it continued to fall.
The tears from heaven fell onto everywhere and everyone, but nobody noticed that the sky was crying. Why were people often most oblivious to the things right in front of their eyes?
Perhaps because they were afraid. Wasn't denial always the simplest method to escape a problem?
He stood in the rain. Maybe that was the only way that people would not see his tears. But they still did exist.
The sky was hidden well behind the curtain of grey, murky clouds. There always seemed to be lacking something in the rain. There never was thunder or lightning. Not thrill or excitement. Just a steady and constant flow of tears that never seemed to be going away. A dull aching pain that would never fade. There was nothing else more.
Wasn't grey a colour of nothingness?
It was the first time Kurama had felt insecure in his left. His powers were always enough to deal with most of the things, and with those that could not be dealt with, he never feared them. He had nothing to lose.
But now he had. Or at least he thought that he had something – Hiei's love. It certainly did bring him good memories, but now the aftermath was evident. He could not even get by without Hiei anymore, and he had been gone for over six weeks.
The more you have, the more you would be afraid of losing, and the more likely you would lose.
The rain increased in velocity, lashing out at anything, as if screaming on the top of its lungs for someone to acknowledge it, to understand it. The attempt was still futile, like all the other ones before.
He was almost sure that he had lost Hiei already. Why would Hiei still stay with a half human, half demon person like himself, when he could choose the freedom of Makai, the power that Mukuro would give him, but most of all, just Mukuro? It wasn't as if he didn't like her. Hiei was someone who rarely shows emotions, and he gave her a birthday gift last time.
He stared at the small tree, which was originally a seed given to him by Hiei, bending at the force of the rain, withering.
Just then, he heard footsteps, and then Hiei was already standing in front of him. He didn't fell any happiness. Instead, he felt his long bottled up anger closing to the surface, just moments from bursting out. Then he saw Hiei drenched all over, and he knew just how much Hiei hated the water, and a twinge of concern flashed through, but was soon covered by the raging anger.
"Kurama, I –½ But Kurama cut him off and said coldly, "Let's go to my room. If you still want to stay here to enjoy the rain, it's fine by me." With that, he leapt onto a tree, then into the open windows of his room. Hiei followed suit.
"I know that you are able to keep your clothes dry, but I can't, so pardon me. I have to get cleaned up before the whole carpet is soiled." Kurama said without looking at Hiei was stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Hiei frowned. He could not picture why the fax was acting so indifferently, but the obediently dried all his clothes with a flare of his body temperature. Then he closed the windows to keep the rain out. Kurama did said that he didn't want the carpet dirtied.
About half an hour later, Kurama came out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet from a shower, wearing a clean white robe. They stared at each other, neither one speaking. The tension was thick in the air.
Finally, Hiei broke the silence by saying, "I came back once the job was over. Sorry it took so long."
"Oh, then why don't you stay long?" Kurama said, voice dripping with sarcasm, "Mukuro would be very glad."
Hiei stared at him. "What's wrong, Kurama?"
"What's wrong?" Kurama said incredulously with a sharp laugh, "There's absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing wrong if you never came back form Makai, if you never even came at all in the first place. Then maybe I could find something to do with my life, instead of waiting here, letting the insecure feeling gnaw my heart out. Everything's because of you, so of course there's nothing wrong. You have never done anything wrong in your life, have you? These are all my own fault, my own problems, because I am stupid enough to fall in love with someone who can leave me without even feeling one tiny bit of pain."
By now, Kurama was practically shouting, and he was surprised to find tears stinging at the back of his eyes.
"Kurama, you're being impractical. Calm down." Hiei grabbed his arms forcefully, pulling him down to sit on the bed. Kurama jerked his arm away as if burnt. "So what if I'm being impractical? It's not as if anyone cares." He said bitterly.
"Kurama, look, I know that you are mad at me for staying in Makai for so long, but I came back as soon as I could. I'm sorry, but I really couldn't' find any way to contact you."
The tears now rushed forward, spilling down as much as he wanted to stop them. He fell into Hiei's arms, hands clutching at Hiei's back cloak, afraid that he would lose what he had again. Maybe he never did lose it, but fear could spin illusions, capturing you in its web. Kurama cried and cried, the anger flowing away with tears. Hiei just held him, running his hand through the long red silken strands in a soothing manner. Tears stopped at last, but they didn't move.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you without a reason," Kurama whispered, "I don't even know hwy I was angry. You would certainly come back, no matter how long it took, yet still, I was scared . . ."
"Shh . . . It's fine now," Hiei said and lifted up Kurama's face, using his thumb to wipe away the tear stains. "I am back now, there's no need to be afraid anymore." He ran his thumb over Kurama's lips, giving a warning, before leaning down for a kiss. Kurama melted at the touch, responding eagerly while his hands tightened even more clutching down on Hiei's cloak. Was it form fear of losing, or the excitement of having, no one knew. But if you never lose, you will never have.
Either two minutes or two hours later, they had to part for air.
"Kurama . . ." Hiei whispered through ragged breathing, "this won't be the last time I have to leave for Makai in an emergency. I hope that you can understand that I cannot be by your side all the time. Would you still love me?"
"As I said, I am stupid enough to fall for you, so I don't rally have a choice, do I?" Kurama grinned and tweaked Hiei's nose, earning a surprised expression. "Now, just kiss me already."
Hiei obeyed, and gently used his tongue to coax Kurmaa to open his lips. In the mean time, his hand traveled down to Kurama's chest, parting open the robe. The normally cold hands of Hiei were no longer icy anymore. In fact, Kurama honestly thought that they were hot enough to set his skin on fire. Maybe it already was.
His lips wandered across his face, to his ear, and down to his neck. Kurama's crimson hair pooled around like liquid fire, not creating any obstacles. While his lips went lower, his hands followed and they soon rested by Kurama's hip, toying with the sash that held the robe together, as if indecisive about whether or not to untie it. It annoyed Kurama somewhat that Hiei was being such a tease, but all thoughts were lost as Hiei's hand pressed lightly against his erection. His hands clenched down on Hiei's hair.
Suddenly, Hiei stopped and tossed his cloak over his head. "Impatient, aren't you, fox?" he asked smirking while taking off his pants.
Kurama glared. "Shut up and continue, or you'll be on the bottom."
Hiei chucked, then without warning, he leaned down ad took one of Kurama's nipples in his mouth. Kurama bit back a scream, but it still escaped his lips as a whispery moan. The heated hips went down, leaving a moist trail, until they met the material of the robe that still kept the most important parts hidden. Hiei bit the end of the sash and with a pull, the robe slip open. He gave Kurama an appraising glance, then darted a kiss on what was revealed to him. Kurama took a sharp intake of breath and thrust his hips up. Hiei too his erection into his mouth, and adrenalin pumped through his body, driving away all sensible thoughts.
Heat radiated out from their bodies, making the air around them hand heavily with passion, which was thick enough to drown them. With each movement of Hiei's mouth, Kurama's face flushed red and low moan emitted form his lips, which though illegible, was easy enough to interpret. He wanted more.
They were burning in the fames of love, lust, passion and need, which made them forget even where they were and who they were. All that matted was the other person right next to them, whom they shared every of their secret with, who was the other half of themselves, whom they could never go on living without. They continued burning.
"Hiei . . ." Kurama protested as Hiei's mouth left him. The latter part of the protest was still stuck somewhere in the back o f his lungs, if he still knew he had them. He felt his legs being spread apart, and his heartbeat accelerated even more. Was it form anticipation or nervousness? He didn't know, but he wanted to continue.
A shattered gasp escaped his throat when he felt Hiei enter him, excruciatingly slow. His hands clenched down on the sheets. It hurt, but it made him feel, make him aware of what was happening, thus the pain turned intro pleasure, excitement, aroused and a dozen other emotions all mixed together and felt at the same time.
He closed his eyes, wanting to concentrate on this moment. He didn't need his eyes to feel, nor to see that it was Hiei. Who else would it be, anyway?
The thunder clashed, and for a split second, lightning lit up the sky. It was like a symphony reaching its climax, and it caught people's attention, like deer caught in the headlight. People were frightened, startled, but at least the rain had finally got itself acknowledged. Hard, wasn't' it? Why could we only listen when shouted at?
Hiei drove into him, harder and harder, and their bodies moved in a rhythm neither of them was capable of controlling. Kurama arched his back up, pressing himself further against Hiei, and he heard himself moaning with a voice he was totally foreign to. Their breathing was shallow and harsh, as if there wasn't even time for breathing anymore.
Skin against skin, sending a current of warm electricity through the air, and as the tension grew stronger, the electricity almost crackled with excitement. With a single touch, it may explode any second.
The rain poured down as much as it could, almost flooding everything and every surface. The intensity of the raindrops was so huge that it was even hard to see that was one meter away form you.
With another clap of thunder, the wind joined in, howling as it swept up the raindrops still in the air and brutally slamming them on the surfaces still shaded from rain. Trees trembled, and grassed were drowning. The storm shook everything within its capability, as the tension was brought up a notch too high. When would it crash down?
"HIEI!" Kurama shouted as he came, and mere seconds later he felt Hiei doing the same. Although his eyes were shut tight, the darkness seemed to have shattered, filled by a bright burst of stars which too, shattered a while later and faded to the back of his mind with the debris of the former void of darkness. Then, there was nothing.
The cyclone brought up the water flooded all over the ground and crashed in at the side of a tall wall, like waves hitting against rocks. The howls of the wind seemed like ghosts crying, mourning over something. And suddenly with the loudest clash of thunder, and a flash of lightning which was bright enough to compete with the sun, everything stopped.
So abrupt that the sudden silence sent chills in people's hearts, and the air became still. As still as death. The flooded water drained away, and a gust of faint breeze blew the grey clouds apart. The sun was shining beneath.
They collapsed into each other's arms, too tired to even more a muscle more. They let ht first ray of sunlight enter their eyes, and it even remained in them as their eyelids dropped, lulling them to a sweet slumber.
Everything went back to normal, as if nothing ever happened. But the memories would always be so clear and vivid.