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"AIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" A scream cut through the pleasant afternoon. Stumbling backwards in fear, Shiori bumped into the chair behind her, and hastily leapt atop the seat. Catching her breath she looked down at her minute tormentor. Black, shiny armor reflected the lights of the kitchen. Many legs carried the small, but surprisingly strong creature towards the woman on the chair. "Stay away! Don't you come over here!" she called to the small form, but to no avail. The creature continued its slow and torturous approach.
"What is it?" came the worried voices of Shiori's husband and stepson from the doorway of the kitchen. They had come running when they heard her scream.
"That...that...THING is coming after me," she accused, pointing down towards the dark fiend. Shuuichi-kun looked around his father to stare at the beast on the floor.
"Mom, it's a roach," he said calmly.
"A roach? A roach? There is no such thing as A roach! That is the fourth one in three days! Look at him! Strutting across my kitchen, like he owns the place! I won't have this anymore! We are calling an exterminator!" After that tirade, Hatanaka just shrugged his shoulders and picked up the phone book.
"Alright, tomorrow would be fine. Yes, four days. I understand. Thank you." Hatanaka hung up the phone. "Shiori, the exterminator will be here at ten tomorrow morning. He will spray a pesticide that will kill the roaches. Unfortunately, it will also kill anything else that is exposed to it for awhile, so we need to stay elsewhere for four days. I'll start calling hotels."
Three hours later, Hatanaka gave up on the hotels. "There's some type of convention in town, and every hotel is booked solid for the next week. There's no place for us to stay. I'll have to call the exterminator and have him come next week."
"Oh no you don't!" Shiori chided, grabbing the phone away from her husband's reaching hand. "I will NOT stay here another week with those monsters!"
"Where would you have us go, Honey?" her husband asked patiently.
"Well, there is one place..." Shiori hesitated. "We could ask Shuuichi and Hiei if they would mind some company." Hatanaka's eyes darkened. He didn't hate his stepson, but their relationship was somewhat...strained. Ever since he had learned that his wife's son was a demon in human form, and had a male demon lover, he had kept his distance. After looking at his wife's pleading face for a moment, he finally had to chuckle.
"You would rather stay with two demons than brave a bug?"
Shiori scowled. "One of those demons is my son. And yes. I prefer demons to bugs."
Hatanaka just shook his head merrily. "Fine, give them a call. I'll try to behave!" he added, seeing a warning on the face before him.
A red-topped blur careened through the hallway, followed closely by a black topped blur. Feinting a turn into the guest room, the red headed figure spun gracefully, just out of reach of the smaller pursuer. With a smirk, the black haired figured disappeared from sight completely.
Kurama suddenly felt slender, strong arms wrap around him from behind. "Caught you, Fox," whispered a breathy voice in his ear, as a tongue traced the shell of that ear sensually.
With a smile, the fox snuggled backwards and replied, "So you have, Hiei. But the question is, what will you do with me, now that you have caught me?"
A deep chuckle behind him sent shivers up the kitsune's back, as an equally deep voice responded, "The real question is, what won't I do?"
These games were quite common in the Minamino household. Wild chases would end in nights of passion. Kurama leaned his head back and sighed as the hands clasped in front of him began to trace the contours of his chest through the light fabric of his tee shirt. Turning suddenly in the hiyoukai's grasp, the fox found himself face to face with his lover. Leaning down, Kurama's lips captured Hiei's in a passionate kiss. Raising his arms, the kitsune slipped his hands under the smaller figure's shirt, and began kneading the muscles of his back. Gripping even tighter, Hiei deepened the kiss. The two forms stumbled towards the bedroom, still locked together. Reaching the bed, they collapsed into it, hands wandering over each other's bodies. Clothing began flying across the room, flung hastily aside. Lips met flesh in a flurry of kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping. Kurama rolled so Hiei was pinned under him.
"Who has caught whom now, Love?" he whispered, and then began kissing a trail down his lover's neck. Unbeknownst to anyone but the kitsune, the sides of Hiei's neck were very ticklish. Running his tongue lightly over the sensitive skin, Kurama was delighted when Hiei's whole body shuddered.
"Fox, you're teasing me," Hiei gasped.
"Mmmm," Kurama moaned, as he continued his descent to begin working on Hiei's chest.
The fire demon arched his back and closed his eyes. He enjoyed Kurama's touch more than anything. In his life, the hiyoukai had to be in charge and in control of everything. Every battle, every confrontation, even every conversation had to be within his domain. But alone, with Kurama, Hiei surrendered all of that to his kitsune. He allowed Kurama to dominate him completely, so deep was his trust in the other. Pinned to the bed, writhing in pleasure, Hiei just enjoyed being controlled, and having his body manipulated.
Kurama knew that Hiei's need to control everything was a result of his past and his self-doubt. He knew the fire demon never gave in to anyone. This knowledge made the small youkai's complete surrender to his touch so much more meaningful. The mild mannered, "perfect son" enjoyed letting his demon nature show through a bit. He leaned possessively over the form below him. Descending on Hiei's lips again, his hands began to trail down the tight body beneath his. Neither demon heard the phone ringing until the answering machine blared its overly loud message to the caller.
If the outgoing message hadn't broken the mood, the incoming one sure did. "Shuuichi, dear, it's Mother. I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you and Hiei. We need to have the house sprayed by the exterminator, but that means we can't stay here for four days. All the hotels in Tokyo are booked solid. We were wondering if, perhaps, if it wasn't too much of a bother, that maybe the three of us, your stepfather, Shuuichi-kun and I, could possibly stay at your house until it's safe to return? Please call me back right away when you get this, because the exterminator is coming at ten in the morning and we still need to move our things over. Thank you, I love you!"
Stopping mid-lick, Kurama closed his eyes. He heard Hiei's voice as he felt it rumble deep in the demon's chest. "It doesn't sound like they'll take 'no' for an answer." Kurama rolled off his lover, and sighed.
"Four days. How bad can it be?"
"Hn."
Turning to face his lover, the kitsune asked softly, "Is it okay with you, Love?" Hiei glanced at his fox.
"Shiori is always welcome, just make sure her family knows how to behave." With a small smile, Kurama rose to call his mother.
Around seven that evening, the Hatanaka family arrived on the Minamino doorstep. Kurama answered the door, smiling. "Welcome Mother, Hatanaka-san, Shuuichi-kun." He had used his stepfather's more formal title since the man had thrown him out of the house upon discovering his demon nature. Although the two were perfectly civil to each other, there was still a chill between them. Finding his smile harder to maintain than he thought, the kitsune led his family upstairs to their respective guest rooms.
Kurama and Hiei shared a large and well-appointed house. Using profits from selling some of the fire demon's unique hiruseki, they had easily afforded their home. The downstairs was airy and open. The smaller kitchen area opened up into a large dining area and living room with a high, cathedral style ceiling. The upstairs hallway was exposed to the dining area, separated only by a dark wooden railing. The main staircase started to the left of the front door, and opened into the exposed hallway over the kitchen. Adjacent to the dining and living room areas was a smaller den, with a normal height ceiling (as it was under the bedrooms), a similar guest bedroom, a full bathroom, and a laundry room with its own half bathroom. The downstairs bathroom and the back staircase were nestled between these smaller rooms and the front wall of the house. Upstairs were three larger bedrooms, two more full bathrooms, a walk in closet, and a room suitable for a small office or large storage room. The two guest rooms opened into the exposed hallway, closer to the back stairs. Each room was airy and comfortably decorated. These were the rooms that the Hatanaka family would be occupying until they were able to return to their own house. Shiori and her husband were to have the first bedroom at the top of the back stairs. Not only was it closer to the bathroom, it kept them further from Hiei and Kurama's room at the far end of the hall. Shuuichi-kun would be in the middle bedroom. The master bedroom shared by the demons was the last bedroom in the hall, closest to the front stairs. It was larger than the rest of the rooms. There was a private bathroom attached to it, which boasted a regular size tub/shower and a large jacuzzi-style soaking tub. The bedroom also had sliding glass doors that opened onto a terrace above the back patio. The house could be considered luxurious. With the demons' decorating taste, it reflected a rare class and style.
Shuuichi-kun wasted no time in dumping his belongings in his room, and running around, exploring the rest of the upstairs. He had been to his stepbrother's home before, but had never been able to check it out unrestrained. For some unknown reason, his father did not permit him to visit Shuuichi and Hiei often, and never alone. Shuuichi-kun made sure to take this rare opportunity to enter every doorway he found, to the extreme that he even walked right into the upstairs walk-in closet before he realized what it was. When he reached the master bedroom, he had already opened every other door on the floor. "Hey, Shuuichi!" he called to his stepbrother in Shiori's room, before opening the door. "If this is your room, where does Hiei sleep?" he asked as he walked into the chamber.
Kurama was just settling his mother into her room when he heard that question echo down the hallway. Blushing a mild shade of pink, he quickly exited the room, only to be met in the hallway by his mother's husband. The look on Hatanaka's face clearly said 'watch what you say to him.' The older man had kept Hiei and Kurama's relationship a secret from the child. In an effort to maintain the peace, Kurama had hidden it from the boy as well. The kitsune turned and went down the hallway to intercept the younger Shuuichi before he made any incriminating discoveries.
"Woah, Shuuichi, your bed is huge!" Shuuichi-kun breathed, as he took off running across the room and jumped onto the king size mattress. (They prefer western style beds, more bounce...enough said...)
"Yes, it is the largest we...er...I could find." Shuuichi-kun stopped flopping around on the bed, and fixed his stepbrother with a shrewd stare.
"I get it. Hiei sleeps in here." Kurama's face betrayed no emotion at all, as his mind groped for a plausible excuse. In the hallway, Hatanaka nearly choked on his own tongue. He did NOT want his son to find out that Shuuichi was sleeping with another male! Before either could answer, the boy continued, "I can see why; with a bed this big, four or five friends could sleep over, and no one would touch. It must be fun, having a sleep over with your best friend every single night!"
Relieved at the boy's naiveté, Kurama simply smiled and responded, "You have no idea."
The entire group went out for a late dinner after everyone was more or less settled in. Hiei was bored silly by the 'family dinner'. The key word there was silly. In most situations, the hiyoukai was cold and unresponsive. Around his fox, his warmer and more playful side was revealed. They were sitting in a booth, with Kurama on the inside, Hiei next to him, Shiori in a chair at the head of the table, Shuuichi-kun on the outside of the far bench (across from Hiei) and Hatanaka on the inside (across from Kurama). Seeing an opportunity to make his fox squirm, Hiei slipped his hand under the table, unseen by anyone in the restaurant, to rest on Kurama's leg, right above his knee.
As he was eating, Kurama felt a hand squeeze his thigh under the table. Keeping a perfectly straight face, he calmly continued his meal, and his conversation with his stepfather about the situation at the Hatanaka house.
"So after the fourth roach in three days, your mother told me to call an exterminator. It really was getting out of hand. I don't know how they kept getting in, but we had to do something," Hatanaka was saying.
The hand gripped tighter, and slid a few inches up the kitsune's thigh.
Not even flinching, Kurama replied, "I see. Insects are difficult to get rid of. There never seems to be 'one,' there's always a colony nesting somewhere nearby."
Squeeze, slide.
"Yes, that's exactly what your mother said. This way we can just get rid of them once and for all. Thank you again, for giving us a place to stay."
Squeeze, wiggle the fingers, slide.
"It's no problem at all, I hope you will be comfortable."
Finally, the intruding hand had slid as far up Kurama's thigh as it possibly could. Brushing against his body in a most arousing fashion, the hand continued its teasing, trying to get a response out of the fox.
Deciding that this had gone on quite long enough, Kurama planned his revenge. Looking at a point far across the restaurant, He suddenly said loud enough for the entire table to hear, "Is that Risha, from your work, Mother?" When the entire family had turned to look for their good friend, Kurama leaned over to Hiei, and quickly licked the sensitive skin on the side of the smaller demon's neck, blowing on the moistened area as he returned to his seat. Feeling a shiver from his lover, Kurama smiled smugly to himself. Yes, Hiei would demand revenge for that little stunt later, when they were alone; but that was the type of 'revenge' Kurama enjoyed.
That evening, after dinner, the two families made their weary way back to the Minamino house. Once everyone was settled into their rooms for the night, Kurama retired to his bedroom. Upon entering, he found a disgruntled looking fire demon sitting cross-legged in the middle of their bed, scowling down at the comforter. "Hiei, Love, what's the matter?" he asked delicately.
"Our house is infested with ningen," the hiyoukai responded grumpily, not making eye contact.
With a gentle sigh Kurama began to put on his nightclothes. As he pulled up the loose pants he said, "It's only a few days, Love, then they'll be gone."
"I know, Fox. I don't think I can sleep with them so close," came the dour reply.
Kurama shook his head. "Hiei, you can sleep."
"No, Fox, I don't think I can...at least...not without your help." Hiei finally raised his gaze to meet that of the kitsune. Kurama's body was instantly engulfed in heat when he saw the raw, burning desire in the crimson eyes before him.
"I may be able to help you with that, Love," he crooned seductively, dropping his unworn nightshirt on the floor and climbing onto the bed, much like a tiger approaching its prey. Hiei shifted, and leaned back, allowing his lover to climb over him, and finally settle down onto his smaller body. Kurama started nipping and licking at Hiei's neck. Hiei snaked his arms around Kurama' s bare torso, pressing his palms into the smooth flesh of the kitsune's back.
Kurama's hands worked their way under the smaller demon's shirt, rubbing his chest, tracing the outlines of the muscles they found there. Tracing his tongue over Hiei's jaw, Kurama's lips found those of his beloved, and they pressed together. Red and green eyes alike closed, the two focusing solely on each other and the sensations they were sharing. Working his hands up the chest of the hiyoukai, Kurama lifted the shirt over the head of black hair, reluctantly breaking the kiss. Hiei took this opportunity to put his hands on the shoulders of his fox and push him back into a sitting position, straddling the slim waist of the smaller form. As Hiei leaned back onto the bed again, shirtless, he took a moment to admire his lover's chest. Tracing a finger gently, teasingly down Kurama's side, he muttered, "So beautiful...so deadly." Kurama blushed slightly at Hiei's praise. When the roving finger reached Kurama's waistband it was joined by the other hand, and all ten fingers began the task of slipping the garment off the lithe form it adorned.
As Kurama shifted to allow the pants to slide off him, Hiei bucked his hips, forcing the kitsune to lean forward on his arms. Gracefully pinning one arm, Hiei locked his leg around Kurama's and easily flipped them over, so the startled red head was positioned under the grinning half-koorime. With a tantalizing smirk, Hiei slowly, very slowly peeled Kurama's pants the rest of the way off.
"Frisky, aren't we?" Kurama asked in a low tone, his voice heavy with lust.
"Hn."
Hiei leaned over the now naked body beneath him, and began sucking on the muscular neck with zeal. At first, Kurama didn't mind, but after a moment the sucking became uncomfortable. "Hiei? What are you doing?" he asked as he tried to sit up. Hiei merely moved one hand to Kurama's hip, and the other moved up to hold Kurama's face to the side, to allow easy access to continue. Kurama was curious about what Hiei had planned, but truth be told, he loved the feeling of his fire demon pinning him, and suckling his neck so roughly. "Hiei. If you keep that up, it'll leave one hell of a mark!" Kurama protested, halfheartedly.
"Mmmm," Hiei moaned. Finally he lifted his head slightly. "Payback's a bitch, Fox. You lick my neck, I suck yours." With that, Hiei returned to his chosen task. Kurama just smiled, and wrapped his arms around the youkai's waist. He gave up his pretense of minding, and just enjoyed the sensation. It was odd, Hiei was only working on a tiny little part of Kurama's neck, but a tingling seemed to radiate out from that spot to fill the kitsune's entire body. Giving himself up to that feeling, Kurama just waited for Hiei to finish.
After a few more moments of sucking, Hiei pulled back when he tasted blood. Looking at his handiwork, he bit his lower lip slightly. "Oops," he said softly.
"What?" Kurama asked, vaguely aware that the wonderful feeling was gone.
"Um, I meant to leave a little red mark that would fade by morning. I think I might have gone a bit far," Hiei said softly, with a touch of guilt in his voice. At Kurama's bewildered expression, he explained, "Your neck is, um, purple."
Smiling, Kurama just hugged the little demon to him. Reaching down and unbuckling Hiei's pants, he whispered, "Does that mean I get paybacks now, Love?" With a wanton grin, Hiei just slipped out of his pants, and pressed the entire length of his nude body against the fox's.
Centuries as the youko of legend had taught Kurama pretty much everything he needed to know about physical pleasure, and he never passed up an opportunity to practice this skill with his lover. Hiei, for his part, was a willing, no, an eager participant in this practice. During his difficult life, Hiei had needed to maintain absolute control over everything around him. It was a matter of survival: to allow something near you to escape your control was to invite it to consume you. Even raised by the thieves as he was, he had never allowed any of them to touch him. They had tried, oh, how they had tried. Some tried to force him. He killed them. Some tried to seduce him. He killed them. Some tried to sneak up on him while he was asleep. He killed them. Some just tried to watch. He killed them, too. One had gotten close, too close. He had ripped of Hiei's shirt and ground his face into the ground. As the thief tried to unbuckled Hiei's belts (he wore two back then. Not only did he need two to keep his overly large pants up, but as he discovered that night, two belts proved to be very distracting to a would-be molester) Hiei had killed him. That was when the fire demon began to sleep in trees. After all of this, Hiei had never been able to allow anyone to get close to him, emotionally or physically.
Over time, Kurama had broken down those walls. Even after the two realized their feelings for each other, the fox had denied his youko nature, and waited patiently for Hiei to feel ready for intimate contact. In the end, it was Hiei who had asked the fox to take him for the first time. Now, Hiei was able to completely surrender his body and soul to Kurama. His guards were down, his reflexes numbed, hell, at the moment he couldn't even remember his own name if you asked him! All he knew was the kitsune's touch and the feelings that it evoked.
Now the two shared their pleasure together regularly, and sought refuge and strength in each other's arms. Tonight was no different as Hiei felt the heat only Kurama could ignite burning within him, seeking release.
Kurama was in a similar state. He felt his own heat threaten to claim him. He felt Hiei's inner walls begin to clench around him, and he knew his fire demon was close. Both were so wrapped up in their mutual pleasure, neither heard the gentle knock at the door.
Shiori knocked gently on her son's bedroom door, wondering if he was still awake. She had neglected to ask what time they wanted to wake up tomorrow. Since her family was imposing, she wanted to surprise them by having breakfast ready. She would surprise them all right, a bit earlier than she had intended. She heard a muffled sound behind the door. Mistaking it as a response to her knock she opened to door.
Hiei arched his back, pressing his head into the bed beneath him as he reached his completion. "Kurama!" he cried out. Feeling Hiei climax and hearing his name cried out in pleasure, Kurama followed his mate over the edge, releasing himself deep into Hiei.
"Hiei!" He moaned as he slumped forward onto his lover.
"Shuuichi?" a soft, shocked voice drifted from the doorway. Still panting and sweating, both exhausted demons turned to the entryway, and froze. The silence was broken only by their heavy breathing. After a moment of staring at her son, still joined to his lover's body, Shiori finally came to her senses a bit. "I...I'm so...I'm so sorry!" she sputtered as she quickly stepped out, closing the door, actually slamming it in her haste to leave the bedroom.
Kurama and Hiei looked at each other, both at a complete loss. "Go on," Hiei finally managed to gasp out. In a flash, Kurama was off the bed, wrapping his robe around his naked form and going to the door. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he paused. He looked back at the lover he had just abandoned on the bed. Hiei smiled. "I know, Fox. Go on. I love you."
Kurama smiled and replied, "I love you, too, Koiishi." Relieved that his beloved wasn't upset at his sudden departure, the kitsune crept into the hallway to find his mother and try to smooth things over.
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A/N-I know; it took far too long to start posting this story here! And, unfortunately, I will have to edit parts of it rather severely. Oh well, serves me right for trying to post family-friendly smut. I hate the editing, though. It takes something away, and it's not the way I wrote it anymore. But we'll make it through!
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