Notes: Short. I'd just like to play with the visuals of the idea. YAOI, HKH. As usual.
Somewhere You Know
It was a clear, soundless, sleepless midnight; a vacuum of sorts.
Like what you felt earlier?
Yes, what he felt like earlier. Inside Hiei, there was a vacuum of a heat so fierce that it scorched the fine hairs in his mind, that he felt stinging tears behind his eyes, that it was nothing like mortal heat. It made him want to burn himself, to want to be burnt to a crisp, out of his mind, if he needed to be: as long as that heat enveloped him tightly, possessively, completely. So he gripped at his beloved's hips, nuzzled the moisture on his inner thighs and pushed.
But even in his hazy state of intoxication Hiei never pulled on his hair. It was an arrangement. Just as he knew - and made sure - that he did not, it must have meant that Hiei was indeed not needlessly hurt.
Now, his mind itself was a vacuum that he could not help hear some fragmented part of himself gain voice and talk back to him - like crickets in the night.
He held Hiei closer and buried his face in his hair; apologetic, repentant, reverent. Like in that Korean horror film they watched the night before(1).
Hiei crying was not part of the deal, however.
It was true. He never meant to make Hiei cry. It was a thousand times worse than his hair being pulled with his beloved's alpha-male strength.
He did not even think Hiei could cry. Hiei said it himself: he never cried; not even as an infant. It was unforeseen. It was unnatural. It was out of the question, of the equation. For all his intelligence, he did not expect to miss out on that one; it was simply not possible.
But he did. At the sight of Hiei's tears the heat that consumed him became fatal; he felt he nearly died in that sudden infernal retribution.
Hiei! He panicked; he gaped at a loss for something to say. He especially fought saying 'sorry' as his dick was still buried deep within Hiei.
It's okay, Hiei rasped, panting from a receding panic. His glistening slender musculature trembled in barely contained desire. Sorry. I was... a little scared. It hurt a bit. But it's okay now. Kurama, I want you!
But Hiei's tears continued to fall.
When Hiei cried he... did not resist the tears(2).
END
1. A Tale of Two Sisters. Mentioned without permission. Look it up, if you must.
2. The image that comes with this is not drawing the brows together, not blinking away the tears, not sniffling, not resisting the incessant flow. It's pretty striking, imho, especially given Hiei's history and personality.