Disclaimers- YYH not mine. Burning Bright> Shinedown's
Summary- Is physical satisfaction more important than emotional satisfaction? Perhaps not but in the end isn't that better than nothing at all.
I feel like there is no need for conversation
Some questions are better left without a reason
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
Now and then I consider, my hesitation
A figure lays in a familiar bed his chest heave as sweat forms on his brow. A white head ban thrashes back in forth as his head whips side to side as he holds back a scream begging to be freed. His red eyes shoot open, small fangs bite down on his lower lip, before they roll back and close as his body trembles for a minute waiting for his breathing subsides and reality comes crashing back.
"Please" he begs the room. Curling up resting in the dampness. Snuggling up against the pillow the drove him over the edge. "Why am I here?"
The sound of the front door unlocking clicks and echoes through out the presumably empty house. The soft swish of the door being pushed opened making a small vacuum in the cool formal room. The tired face of a medium height red head glows in in the moonlight as it filters in to the room. His eyes are closed his lips are pressed tightly together. His normal light heartedness is gone. His mind is tormented and the reason for his torment is only a few paces away.
"Hiei, why are you here?"
Long steady strides bring him upstairs to his bedroom. The door opens.
"Hiei." He calls in a solemn sigh.
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
The figure does not move a muscle he keeps his breathing even and undisturbed feign a sound sleep. Kurama pads over to the bed sitting down making it shift a little. A small sigh of remembrance escapes his soften lips as he looks down on the sleeping demon. Long fingers reach out to the slumbering face, caressing it. The flesh underneath fingertips begins to tremble at the touch. He continues to caress the expose skin running his nails down the Hiei's thin neck. The sheets cover up the rest of his path. Inquisitive warm hand slide under taught pulled sheets walking down pectorals and brushing across peaked nipples. His playful fingers stop as he feels the breath of his object hitch and exhale shakily. Pulling his hand away, he replaces the covers and walks out of the room quietly closing the door. Kurama decides sleeping in the same room would not have been the best of ideas.
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
To spare myself of the constant shame of my existence
"Kurama" Hiei whispers as his eyes open to see no one. His body remembers the touch and it yearns for much more.
And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation
Here and now I'll express, my situation
Morning comes as it always does and the bed is left empty once more. Kurama walks back into his room and slips back into bed hoping to still feel a small bit of heat. Only cold sheets and emptiness fall on him as the spread floats down to cover him. He clutches onto the pillow and inhales it he can almost smell the faint smell of dewdrops and autumn breezes. Simply Hiei. He closes his eyes as the beautiful aroma brings him back to a time before all of this. Before the demands were made. Before the confusion, before he uttered his confession. Back to when they were like a wondrous dream. The sort of dream in which you fight to stay asleep for but you are bound to wake from so you spend every waking moment counting the minutes until you can dream once again.
"Why, did you wake me?"
There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right
Such a cruel contradiction
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define
I'm born to indecision
There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose
With no particular rhyme or reason
Life has a cruel way of going on. Despite how much you need it to pause for a moment to let your heart and mind catch up to one another. Missions came and went. Hiei skills are unmatched as usual but his blood ran colder than the blood flowing through the veins of the eldest woman on the isolated island hovering over demon world. Even his snide remarks lost their small hint of joviality. Kurama on the other hand became a bit reckless taking hits that he would have normal shied away from. He fought with a black rage that seems to boil just beneath the surface of his famed calm exterior. Day in and day out Kurama dances with death as if she was a little child giggling in his arms, while Hiei plays with others lives as if their souls were candy to be devoured by unwashed and greedy hands.
The days are spent the killing once again like days of past. The nights however, that were once spend releasing all the pain and tension onto one another after such victories were obtained was now spend wishing for those moments to come back. Once again, Kurama is lying wide-awake in his bed. The window is wide open, it is very warm, the air is sticky and any breeze is a blessing. With a sigh he closes his eye and allows himself to be pulled into another dreamless night.
I feel like there is no need for conversation
Some questions are better left without a reason
The bed shifts slightly. Kurama could feel the heat of someone's body as it hovers centimeters over his own. Hot breath excites his skin seconds before delicate touches tickle it. Soft wet trails are mapped upon his open flesh cooling in the air leaving goose bumps in shivers behind. A callous hand grips him distracting him pleasingly from pressures and ministration preformed by invasive digits. The desire begins to boil as his body is opened and then is slowly and deeply refilled. Kurama opens his eyes as he lets a wanton moan roll off his tongue and escape with his heated exhale.
"Hiei."
"Shhh." the dark figure motioned placing a faint kiss on Kurama lips. "You are simply dreaming."
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
Now and then I consider, my hesitation
Kurama closes his eyes and rode out the ecstasy enriched dream. His body arches as he mental screams to the heaven the name of the one who is weaving his dreams. He wraps his trembling and cramped leg around the night apparition's back begging for his release. It comes in white, hot waves, filling and cover them in its raw passion. The high is quickly brought down as the lone bird sings signally the threat of morning.
The phone rings. Kurama reluctantly gets out of bed leaving a kiss and a warm demon behind for a moment.
"Hello" he says with out a hitch in his voice. "Yes that will be fine." He walks back into his room the sun is already filling his room with her cool rays. His bed is already empty. He places his hand on the spot where they both once laid only moment before entangled in each other embrace. The heat is already gone. "Yea." he says bringing himself back into the conversations. "My days are free" he smiled "But my nights shall forever be occupied."
Kurama looks out of the window and sees his little demon walking away towards the sun being swallowed by it's blinding light. Without a word he shall return with the night.
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
