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" . . . . . kitsune?"
" . . . hai?"
"Remind me to never let you do me in a tree—EVER—AGAIN—" A certain irate fire demon grumbled . . .
Kurama flinched at the tone in his love's voice.
"—hai . . ."
The day was nearly spent now, the autumn leaves of the park around them drifting down slowly to settle on the grass . . . faint scents of flowers floating over the air of evening . . .
And two demons sat perched in an evergreen; stark naked, slightly sore, and (as for one of them) greatly annoyed at the other.
Baka kitsune and his tree-manipulating abilities . . . he muttered in his mind, recalling the branches ripping away his clothing . . . and how Kurama's garments had seemd to disappear in a moment . . . he was glowering at the sun, depending on his smoldering red eyes alone to lower the orb of fire further into the west beyond . . .
And so they waited . . .
(- - - - - - -)
Two flickers of skin flashed through a pale night; thankful that there was no moon to speak of, the taller silently blessing—for the first time in his life—how the bright neon signs of late-night Tokyo blocked out the stars above . . .
Although this DID mean leaping from rooftop to rooftop, in the nude . . .
Yes, they were far too fast for any ningen to take any notice, but . . .
It was the principle of the matter!
Upon reaching Kurama's home, the two fugitives peeked in the window from a hidden perch, keeping themselves in the shadows to promote modesty . . .
Hiei cursed aloud, while Kurama sighed wearily in his mind.
Gathered in the well-lit house were Yuusuke, Kuwabara, Keiko, Yukina and a worried-looking Shiori . . . they could hear the redhead's mother's soft voice filter up from the open window—
"I'm so glad you came!" she cried tearfully. "When I checked his room this morning, Shu-kun was gone! I don't know what could have happened to him . . . was my little boy kidnapped as I slept?" Kurama noticed Yuusuke and Kuwabara exchange looks as the youko's okaasan buried her face into her apron, weeping. "Shu-kun . . . SHU-kun . . . "The punk sighed, and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Minamino-san, we'll find him . . ." she nodded her thanks, still sniffling into the fabric, and Kuwabara escorted Yuusuke and Keiko to the door . . . Hiei heard the detective mutter something to the fool about staying with Shiori and Yukina at the house; in case Kurama—or whoever abducted him—returned any time soon . . . he and Keiko would see about scanning the city for the missing pair.
As the delinquent and schoolgirl vanished off into the night, Kurama grew despondent . . . there was no possible way to sneak in now . . . the trio would notice their presence right away . . . and, in fact, they were lucky that Kuwabara—what with his 'enhanced spiritual awareness'—hadn't noticed their lingering traces of youki in the fir tree at the side of the house. The Jaganshi turned a side glance to his lover.
"Where now, kitsune." Kurama didn't miss the deep-seeded sarcasm, but nonetheless thought, his eyes widening when he came to a plan, though he was a bit hesitant to divulge it . . .
"Well . . . perhaps we could . . . "
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Again, two pale figures rushed over the rooftops, Kurama counting the number of blocks they had passed while repressing the shiver—caused by traveling at such high speeds without even a piece of skin-tight spandex to protect his body from the elements—that was attempting to will itself to break free . . .
At last they reached their destination, and the former thief carefully fiddled with the outside window frame of the apartment . . . until a swift kick from the fire demon popped the thing clear out of its fitting to land safely on the bed below the window.
Hiei jumped neatly into Yuusuke's room, barefoot as he had been for the past day.
By the time Kurama was inside as well, the speedy hiyoukai had already raided the detective's drawers, finding some spare, loose-fitting clothing that seemed decently clean . . . although leaving the undergarments be . . .
(—there was no telling if they had been washed or not, and, friends or no, sharing underwear was just repulsive—lovers not included, of course . . . )
The much-needed attire held under one arm, Hiei grasped Kurama's wrist firmly, leading the redhead away to the bathroom, where he set down the burdens on the counter, locked the door, and pushed the poor naked kitsune into the shower, himself following a moment later. The redhead turned the knobs, spraying clean water over their flushed and dirty skin, the cold chased away with the warm liquid.
Unconsciously, Kurama sighed as he felt Hiei reach up to steal a bar of soap from the wall, the short Jaganshi's hands rubbing absent circles over the youko's slim back, then gliding over his chest and arms, legs and stomach . . . he felt his breath hitch as the youkai's palms, covered in suds, gently stroked his lower member, pumping over the rigid shaft with frustrating, but meticulous, slowness . . . Kurama moaned weakly, his crimson locks drifting back lazily as he leaned on the demon behind him, his legs growing insufficient to hold his weight even as hot warmth pooled fiercely between his upper thighs . . .
He heard a chuckle from above, and hazy emeralds opened to see crimson eyes gazing down at him from a smirking face. Then he realized his head was somehow lying in Hiei's lap, the shower-water pouring over them, dripping down from the kneeling hiyoukai's thin bangs to land on his small, pointed nose . . . great green eyes stared up at him, and the garnet orbs drew closer . . .
They kissed, upside-down, but not caring about the technical aspects of the moment . . .
Kurama stood after a while, pulling Hiei along with him, and used the still-large bar of suds to rub his lover down, as well . . . he 'borrowed' some of Yuusuke's shampoo—thankfully unscented—and massaged his koi's scalp gently, reaching his long fingers into the soft ebony fur and seeking to softly untangle any rare knots that he came across . . .
After the shower, when both demons were washed, Kurama found some towels in the cupboard aside of the sink, drying out his koi's hair as he ran the soft fluff vehemently over the blue-black mass . . .
When he was released, Hiei made straight for the bedroom, changing there, while he heard his lover still bustling about, most likely to find a brush to comb out his long, red hair . . .
Vain fox . . .
Hiei noted the window was still lying on the bed, and, with one quick pick-and-thrust, had pushed it snugly back into the frame.
—hn.
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At last Kurama returned, his crimson locks looking as perfect as ever . . .
"Ch. Always have to look good, don't we." The redhead smiled, pulling him into a hug, glad that the first words they had spoken since leaving his home had been ones of good-natured banter . . .
"Hai, hai . . . what do you say we sleep, koi?" Hiei scoffed, but didn't resist as Kurama pulled him down onto the spirit detective's sheets, holing him up in a warm embrace. The redhead sighed as the already-dry bristles of soft ebony brushed his nose and cheeks, as he buried his face into the familiar scent, the taller not particularly caring if Yuusuke found them like this or not . . . the punk would understand . . .
"Mmnmm . . . . . . good night, Hiei . . . "
" . . . . . ch . . . "
(- - - - Four hours later - - - -)
The inhabitant of the room currently taken up by the two fighting partners was walking home, having already dropped Keiko off, declining her offer to stay, saying he was too worried about his friends to focus on anything else . . .
What could have gotten to both Kurama AND Hiei . . . he wondered, shaking his head at too much intense thought and opening the door.
He plodded up the stairs to his room, still wondering about his friends, when he entered, sliding the door aside.
His eyes bugged out, widening in surprise at the scene before him.
Kurama, asleep, arms draped protectively over Hiei, the kitsune's sensitive nose hidden by black tufts of hair . . . and Hiei, just as far gone, one pale hand snaked around the redhead's slender waist, the other curved behind the fox's head, delved deep into red locks . . .
Slowly and quietly, Yuusuke backed up, shutting the door in silence.
He walked back down the stairs, out the door, and headed to the Yukimura's house, pondering the meaning of this newly-discovered relationship all the way . . .
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Upon hearing the detective leave, Hiei opened his eyes, to meet the amused smiling face of his lover, emerald orbs still closed in faked sleep. Then they were uncovered, the green orbs sparkling with inner light, granting him a radiant smile.
"—I knew Yuusuke wouldn't mind . . . "Hiei scoffed, then pushed his face against the redhead's warm chest, hearing his heart beat beneath the fabric . . .
"Stupid fox. Go back to sleep." Kurama's eyes closed as well, and the hidden smirk of a smile graced his lips . . .
"Hai . . . "
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ok, cute sappy ending there . . . but LIVE with it ( -.-# ).
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