The fire has killed his desire

Turning away from the camera's on-camera angle, Kurama offered the newcomer a genuinely wide smile, squeezing his eyes with the peaks of his cheeks. Hiei didn't respond to the welcome gesture, standing in the middle of the room still wearing his coat. Gave up waiting like a statue when he recognized the tedious subject, discussed by some voices coming from Kurama's laptop. He never had much patience, if the disdainful roll of his eyes was witnessed.

The redhead pretended not to find the disgruntled and bored grimace that the shorter one offered amusing before heading out into the hallway. He admitted to being tired of the virtual meeting, but it wasn't as big a storm as the one brewing in the sky outside, at least his lover was safe at home. Kurama wanted to drop everything and relax, but it wasn't possible. More of the same.

He realized the amount of hours wasted on this nonsense when the light in the room was turned on. When did it get dark? When did it start to rain? His eyes met Hiei's, he looked angry, standing beside the switch with a frown and arms crossed. Kurama smiled to himself, if Hiei was trying to look frightening then he failed miserably.

As much as the glassy surface of his eyes reflected the hatred and flames of the ninth arc of hell, his cheeks flushed from the shower's heat, the towel over the damp black threads, and the lazy-woven garment made a powerful counterargument.

Kurama turned his attention to the laptop on the coffee table when his name was called. Offered a polite and accurate answer to the question he hadn't even heard. Peering through the red strands of bangs, Hiei seemed to have found a comfortable spot leaning on the high kitchen stool, staring into the immense emptiness of boredom, complete with a long and lazy yawn. Kurama would spend the rest of the night watching the other half-dozing sitting with the magnitude of a cat, but his attention returned to the screen as his brain processed misinformation from a co-worker. Tremendous inconsistency, but still feigned interest. If there's one thing he's good at is pretending to be interested. His mind lost in millions of other planes, rocked by the sporadic thunder.

The pupils compressed, revealing even more the green of the irises. It's ironic, but he really didn't expect it. The screen of computer suddenly shutting down was the prelude to the end of her lover's patience.

Enough.

The movement was not too quick, nor was it sneaky or disguised in any way. Hiei simply stood up, crossed the short space to the couch, unceremoniously pushed the computer screen down and took what he believed to be rightfully his. He grunted victoriously on his new perch.

He was amused to see the meticulous man shake a little.

Kurama sank a little deeper into his spot on the sofa, with the extra weight on him. Involuntarily his legs parted slightly, allowing better fit of the narrow hips that decided to settle there. The outer sides of both thighs received the warmth of Hiei's legs, initially warm and comfortable, but with the promise of getting warmer and warmer while Hiei remains mounted like this. His arms were spread, a little confused, held by a smaller pair of hands. A strong grip, but easy to break. His head also pulled back a little, leaning better against the sofa and avoiding the bump of his nose with his hairline in black.

Kurama tried to look behind Hiei's head, worried about the camera. He sighed in relief as he confirmed that the computer was indeed closed and none of his coworkers were seeing or hearing what he shouldn't be. Before he could process a reaction, Hiei forced the rosy lips open with his own, sticking their tongues together in desperation to make up for lost time. Judging by the force Hiei used to squeeze Kurama's body between his thighs, he was also trying to make up for the distance of the past few days.

The redhead struggled to break the kiss and pull back a bit for air, resulting in a frustrated moan from the other, almost a whining cat's meow, in the end it was accepted, but only because he also needed to breathe. When eyes met again, Kurama chuckled. Amazing how now he could see the second arc of hell in the pair of reddish gems. In fact, he wouldn't mind getting lost in Valley of the Winds, but there are responsibilities to be fulfilled.

"I was working"

"Screw this"

Kurama didn't expect a different answer anyway. He released his fists from the loose grip, hands destined for the back base of both thighs that invaded his personal space and rested in lap. He crept his fingers under the soft fabric of shorts, offering circular motions with his thumb against the warm skin. The caress and the amused smile lasted a few seconds. With a chaste kiss and a few pats on Hiei's thigh, Kurama silently indicated that he needed descending, but was vehemently ignored. Black strands brushed his shoulder as Hiei kissed and scratched the neck with his teeth, some red strands being suggested along the way.

"I need to get back to the meeting" He tried to shove the intruder out and received a rebellious hair-pull "Please don't pull" the impatience at the frequent request crept into his voice, but only got grumbling in response.

He thought about lecturing about his need to keep himself at work, but the knowledge of being overscheduled almost every day that month, with no promise of extra pay, kept him shut.

"Fuck" was almost a moan as Hiei wiggled his hips for some medicine to fever "Tomorrow you can just say the light's out…" suggested a lying apology as he guided Kurama's hands along a warm trail in his legs, eager for his fingers to find a treasure at the end of it.

Kurama had a ready-made replica on his tongue but it was swallowed by Hiei, even if the slightest sound escaped the tangle of tongues the thunder outside the apartment would be responsible for muffling it. The gods seemed to favor Hiei and his plan, as darkness engulfed the apartment and the entire neighborhood, probably.

The red head was filled by the rhythmic beep of the dim emergency light generator near the door, then by the sardonic laughter of the treasure in her lap. The face tucked into the crook of his neck.

"Be back in a few seconds" With numb lips, Kurama whispered. More to convince himself than the other, especially after lightning lit the room for an instant.

In a rare display of good faith, Hiei didn't move during the wait. Content to just rest a rather warm, rosy cheek on the redhead's shoulder, not caring how much he was messing up the perfect shirt.

The sound of the storm and the urban silence of the blackout filled the room for well over a few seconds. Hiei demanded his partner's acknowledgment of defeat by sucking the skin below his jaw and pulling a lock of hair, which insisted on loosening the grip of the elastic band at the back of Kurama's neck.

After a sigh, clearly one of defeat, Kurama buried his right hand in the short black hair near the back of his head. Closing his fingers in a firm, demanding grip he pulled the wee head away from her shirt. Back and forth, exposing the length of Hiei's neck in an arc.

The tug was strong enough to unbalance him, rocking a little on the thighs he used as a chair. The Adam's apple rose and fell as Hiei swallowed a moan. Her eyes slitted, focused on an internal current of electricity that could rekindle the entire building.

"My love" expected a buzz as an indication of attention from his interlocutor "I already asked you not to pull my hair" Under other circumstances, Kurama would also complain about blunt nails squeezing his shoulders and marking his linen shirt, possibly opening tiny cracks between the weft of the fabric.

But today they didn't have a lot of time, and with luck, maybe they would have enough candles to beat the darkness.

Hiei buried the side of his face a little deeper into the white pillow, trying to hide the redness coming back to his cheeks, even though the red at the tips of his ears served as a beacon. He tested the movement of her fingers. In a sigh and a longer blink of his eyes, he reveled in Kurama's unerring precision, even as he balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, the redhead was able to tighten the buckles at the exact point, the threshold between pleasure and pain, a valley where control is surrendered based on trust, tempered by the inability to decide on the next steps.

The exact point where the leather would mark the tanned skin providing lingering reminders the next day, but which still allowed Hiei minimal movement, an edge he didn't need but which comforted him in his insecurity, which used to be so tightly chained into the deepest point of your soul.

When both wrists were properly secured, Kurama's two fingertips gently traced a rising line from the leather of the buckle to the ridge of Hiei's buttock, an invisible line that drew a muffled moan through the pillow. Out of the corner of his eyes Hiei could see a wicked grin. He asked how Kurama managed to have a polite and formal conversation on the phone while his partner is completely naked, partially immobilized, butt up in such an open and vulnerable position.

He adapted to the position better when he heard Kurama pass through the doorway of the dimly lit bedroom and return to the darkness of the living room, probably going to return the phone to its place. Hiei judged the redhead must be particularly upset about the hair-pullings, as he didn't provide a second pillow below his small body to accommodate him better. He would have to support himself on his knees. He snorted, expelling most of the air from his lungs, brushing a few black strands from his face and extinguishing one of the candles on the headboard. At least Kurama had the compassion to bind the poor creature's wrists to thighs, close to knees and not ankles.

Maybe in next time.

Kurama returned before his captive could get bored. He kissed the top of head with black strands before digging through the hundreds of rubble in the nightstand drawer. Hiei tried to pull his face away from the white fabric, a vile attempt to peer at the objects, but was caught. A grimace from Kurama announced his disapproval, then the sound of the drawer closing harder than necessary.

Hiei understood that having knowledge of the chosen items was not part of the show, he should remain decent with his face in his place on the pillow, but it was too tempting to watch his partner, standing by the bed, meticulously fold the sleeves of social shirt. The fabric turned pink in the yellow light of the remaining candles. If this wasn't a performance, he didn't know what was. Large, bright eyes, like a cat's, followed the movement of his partner's hands.

By the way, Hiei noticed the different shape of the candle that Kurama took from the package, soon the scent of roses invaded his nostrils, which explained the intense red of the paraffin. He closed his eyes trying not to choke on the floral aroma that Kurama never seemed to get rid of. He grunted in mock dissatisfaction as received dozens of quick kisses to the skin on his face that wasn't buried in the pillow. Kurama chuckled as walked away, then traced the line of Hiei's spine in a touch so soft it just ruffled the peach fuzz. Hiei relaxed his shoulders and shoulder blades, sank deeper into the bed, little concerned about the high temperature his body was reaching, influenced by the warmth of the surrounding candles or the growing excitement between his legs.

The sudden touch of three hot drops at the base of lower back returned the suspicious stiffness to his body. Kurama noticed the small fright, as Hiei could identify a chuckle amid the sounds of blood circulating in his ears.

Another two drops fell farther to the right, marking the spot slightly in red, either by the skin's natural reaction to heat or by the pigment in the special wax. This time Hiei didn't react, understanding that his partner was testing whether his discomfort was due to excessive heat or because he didn't know which way it was going. His spine returned to the initial descending curve, relaxed his shoulders again, and also released the air from lungs. In fact, didn't even notice that he'd stopped breathing.

Satisfied with the calm restored by the other, Kurama dragged the wax with the fingertips of his right hand, spreading what became a fine, bright and aromatic oil. Applying pressure to the thumb, trailing from the coccyx to the sacrum and then down the length of the lumbar vertebrae, so slowly that it felt like he was checking one by one, like a countdown to make sure they were all in place: L1, L2, 3 , 4.

Hiei moaned loudly at L5. His lungs contracting in his rib cage, he held his breath, enjoying the jolt of excitement that coursed down his spine, ending its way through the thoracic and cervical vertebrae.

A few more drops later, Kurama's hands met again at the base of the spine, spreading the oil in a circular motion with his thumbs, descending with the other fingers along the side of the hip, to the crease of the groin. Hiei felt the anxiety and despair at wanting to be touched between his legs. With the right touch he could come right there, without much more stimulation, just the warm, gliding touch of hands soaked in whatever the raw material of the candle is.

By the devil.

He just wanted Kurama to squeeze the base of his length in a rough massage from the base of his groin, from his balls to his agonized head. One single move and it would be over, no more pain, just relief from the hot release. But of course, it's damn Kurama there, and he's going to play with his anxiety and desire until his bones turn to jelly as his body temperature soars. But it's worth it, after all, the sad and disinterested expression that the redhead made when Hiei decided to go with his pleasure and come after so few touches, doesn't pay off. He swore he would never again put that expression on his lover's face. So you just have to wait.

Kurama's slippery fingers left the folds of his pelvis and walked close to the leather of the buckles, sinking into the valley of his buttocks. He paid attention to the warm skin, massaging the ridges or squeezing as if wanted to pluck them out. In response, only the muffled sounds of her tortured lover.

For Hiei, the moan turned to an expletive as he felt two drops fall onto his perineum.

Kurama spread the new layer of oil over the perineum, buttocks and down to the base of the penis, not neglecting the testicles. When he curled his fist around the base of the member Hiei almost collapsed from his position in a sequence of moans, curses and spasms, while Kurama just smiled.

"Not yet my love" he kissed the butt "just a little longer and…"

Thought of him was interrupted by the sound of the electrical restoration.

"Oh…" And he had no choice but to direct gaze away from his prize.

Hiei wanted to scream, curse and require. All he wanted was attention and that was taken away from him several times, not just today but all month. Not without reason he decided to take possession of his lover before that damn office did. He noticed Kurama leave the room, it broke him to pieces, not even the brief hope of being left there in that position as a form of torture consoled him, because if he left, it was for nothing but going back to his damn computer. Hiei didn't want the humiliation of being traded for a machine. He began to squirm on the sheets, pulling his arms out of the bindings. Amazing how comfortable and exciting they used to be, now they are stifling and uncomfortable, he just wanted to let go and run far away. A growl reflected his hatred in sounds.

"Quiet"

Apparently Kurama was back, his voice harsher than it should have been for play. This turned on a warning light in Hiei's head, he ripped his face from the white fabric of the pillows, preparing eyes for the bright light of the room and preparing a barrage of curses. But his irritation received a bucket of cold water when he noticed only the flames of the candles, then Kurama returning to his position on the bed and tidying up the mess that the scene had become by the rebellion of the prey. It was then that Hiei realized that his lover hadn't abandoned him, just gone to turn off the light in the other room, which was left on without anyone. Cursed methodical, really needed? at a time like this?

His disproportionate revolt only caused him a break from the climax and cost some of Kurama's patience, who had to start his process all over again. From untying and retying the buckles, to turning over the headboard drawer. But it wasn't that bad, soon Hiei was choking his moans into the pillow damp with saliva and tears as Kurama's slippery fingers ran around the intimate ring. Hiei pushed his hips against Kurama's fingers, he wanted to be touched, pierced and used, but the damn redhead refused to comply with any requests. Hiei was forced to grunt in disgust when Kurama pricked one of his buttocks with blunt nails, as a warning sign.

"Do it, I'm ready"

Kurama raised an eyebrow at the ad. He was taken out of the hypnosis of the prize in front of him, even had to close his lips. He pressed the small button with his middle finger, not enough to penetrate, just to elicit yet another moan from his stubborn lover.

"Honey, did you say something?" he hummed with a smile Hiei wouldn't like to see. He got a growl in return "No you're not" was rude this time.

That red head had enough experience to define that point, and he also knew that Hiei wouldn't have made the mistake of touching himself while showering. At least not after the last time, when he was caught red-handed in the bathtub. Kurama had come in only to discard a dirty laundry in the hamper, and had picked up his toy playing alone. That day, his only reaction was to tip his head to the side without offering any hint of what his mind was up to, then Hiei spent weeks paying the price of it with coitus withdrawals and orgasm deprivation. No, doesn't make the same mistake twice.

But anyway, Kurama got tired of playing with the candles.

The sound of the plastic lid opening filled the room, and in joyful response, Hiei positioned himself better between his knees and shoulders.

Lubricant ran from the shaft of his button to perineum, probably dripping onto the sheets. Before Hiei could recover from the shiver, one of Kurama's fingers pushed the liquid into the opening, not too deep, just enough to receive a hip shake. He continued the process, pushing more and more lube inside. The moan Hiei offered as Kurama's entire finger filled him, poking his prostate with unerring precision. Soon, one finger gave way to two, forcing her elasticity not much more than usual. Hiei could hear the other sigh, that's good, it means his need will be sated soon as the cogs in Kurama's head have started to corrode by the fog of excitement, his sadism won't hold out for long to fight his own needs.

Not that Hiei is bothered by the delicious come and go of two very skilled fingers.

His thin skin was on fire, slick with sweat and very red where the bones are most prominent. Hiei could also feel the drops dripping from his cock in agony. He had a moment to breathe and grieve through the emptiness when Kurama withdrew. Then the sound of the other's belts and pants opening was like doomsday trumpets.

The head toyed with the entrance before forcing itself inside, sliding in easily as they both moaned and sighed at the expected approach. Kurama admitted he was too excited to continue the game of cat and mouse, just grabbed the slender waist to define the speed and intensity of it.

Hiei was grateful that Kurama didn't use a toy on him this time, vibrators and dildos were great, but all he needed tonight was the hot flesh of the damn handler. When Kurama filled it with its full length, his fingers and toes curled tightly as his teeth ripped small holes in the pillowcase. His muscles clenched to feel even more. The best feeling of the week was feeling full this way, warm and connected. He thrust his hips back, impatient with stillness. Kurama lost his mind too, as he responded to the move with many others.

Bent and tight beneath the taller's body, Hiei could only enjoy the last few minutes of his circumstance as the electricity coursed through his body, it didn't take him long to jettison himself from the anguish. As the lust passed, his bones crumbled, Kurama had to hold him down so the two wouldn't collapse into a messy pile, but neither of them seemed to mind. It didn't take long for Kurama to reach his limit too, releasing inside Hiei as he kissed his sweaty back with no resistance. He rubbed his red bangs over wet skin as he enjoyed his own electricity.

Hiei grunted when he felt empty, but was grateful for the cool breeze touching his body instead of all that heat. He waited for Kurama to compose himself and undo the buckles. Knowing his partner, he figured would go to the bathroom. Probably after a few minutes would come the damp smell of the shower followed by the opening and closing of the lids of the various exaggerated toiletries. Only later would Kurama come to fetch Hiei, probably still dead in bed, forcing him to take a shower while the sheets were properly changed. But he was really taken aback when the space beside him on the mattress sank and he was grabbed like a teddy bear.

In a rare moment, Kurama felt guilty for neglecting his partner's needs due to work. Work was important, appearances were important, but sometimes the price was too high, and he didn't want to miss out on the grumpy, sullen prize he'd worked so hard to earn. He admitted to being a little lacking in attention too, pressing the smaller body against his chest, preventing him from moving, almost a bear hug. He chose to ignore the other's impatient snorts and attempted escape.

Hiei grumbled within the inevitable grip.

"You're getting your precious shirt dirty" referring to the warm mess on his abdomen. He was going to say something else, but his rib cage was pressed against Kurama once more, so he had to concentrate on breathing.

"It's a price I can pay"