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Contrary to common belief, Jin was not a fool. At least, not entirely a fool. He had been around for long enough as a Shinobi, perhaps even as long as the fox thief, and had managed to keep himself alive somehow. Or maybe Touya did. Either way, his considerable 'not dying' streak had given him a sense of awareness that had, at least in part, kept him on his toes. So when Kurama led him into the small room where he had spent the night before, alone, he knew what was coming next. Well, if it hadn't been Kurama he would have known. Then again, if it hadn't been Kurama, he wouldn't have followed. Life was full of such idiosyncrasies.

Without much warning, a weight pressed into the Shinobi's chest as the door slid closed behind him, as if sealing his fate. For a moment, he felt resigned to his prediction. Disappointed. There was no doubt that there was chemistry between them, but something about the setting left the wind master feeling detached. It was much too clinical. The kitsune moved into the corner, grooming. He stared for a moment before taking a seat cross-legged on the other side of the room, watching as the other pulled idly at the ends of his hair.

There was a moment filled with nothing but silence and staring, each of the redheads peeking at the other without disguising their glances. Jin was antsy, his knee bouncing up and down at a frightening rate as he waited for the other to finish-something that stopped as soon as a sly sideways glance and crooked smile was shot in his direction. Jin's ears perked up as the kitsune began to move toward him, and he took the opportunity to open his mouth, hoping that words would come out.

"What've you been plannin', Kurama?" He snapped his mouth shut rapidly, realising that the words which escaped were not the ones he intended. Kurama suppressed a grin, looking over to the horned demon who was fidgeting like a child in time out. He had to admit, despite his age, it was unbelievably cute. It was also a sign to move things along.

"I do have to confess," he said with a dramatic sigh, "that I've been less than subtle in my actions recently." He took a few steps toward the Shinobi, then stopped, picking at his sweater with slight irritation. The other tensed somewhat, his arms tightening, his muscles standing out against his slightly tanned skin. The fox loved that shade, that touch of sun which made him look so much more alive.

Something about the way the kitsune moved made Jin wonder if the room had gotten hotter than it was moments ago. Kurama looked down distractedly, face furrowed in a pouting frown. Then, without warning, his hands were at the bottom of his sweater, pulling it over his head with speed and grace. The Shinobi stared as his undershirt fluttered, leaving him for a brief moment with a view of his toned, pale abdomen. The offending article was thrown in the corner.

"Ah, that's much better," he said, sitting in front of the gaping apparition without much care. "It is quite warm in here isn't it? Anyway, you were saying?" He paused, watching as the gears began to turn in the other's mind again. He looked much more natural in his long sleeved white tunic, though the neck hole was large enough to have it hang from one shoulder. It was a less guarded look. More accessible. Jin's nerves quieted, though his heartbeat didn't seem to get the message. "Ah, yes. I've been thinking that it's about time I get what I want." he paused, letting the wind master get his bearings. "I just thought we'd talk."

A red eyebrow raised and Jin's ears pointed down questioningly.

"Talk?"

"Absolutely." When it didn't seem like the other intended to respond, the thief continued. "We never talk, you and I. I thought it would be nice, to spend some time alone." The kitsune watched as disbelief crossed over the face in front of him. He waited for a moment before the other pinned him with a look, one that caught him by surprise as much as his next words.

"And here, Kurama," he began slowly, as if testing. "Here I thought you were comin' on to me."

The kitsune's reaction was to cock his head to the side, green eyes wider than he intended, taken aback. He had planned on easing the other into the idea, one step at a time. Now, the move was no longer his. He blinked, dropping his eyes and letting out a small chuckle as his silky hair fell into his face.

"That," he laughed, raising his head and showing a much purer sparkle in his eye. "I was."

Slowly, the red line of the Shinobi's mouth began to curve upward. He began to lean forward, hands on his knees, his blue-violet eyes darkening to a curious shade. This time, it was the fox's turn to be captivated, caught by the color and the intention and the slight crinkle around the edges that came from the apparition's unbidden toothy grin.

Disappointed, anxious, clinical: such thoughts were in the past. What had spurred the kitsune's sudden interest in the wind master was unknown to him, but he wasn't about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He moved in quickly, the switch in his mind having been flipped at some unknown point, letting the experience that he hid from his icy companion make its way to the surface for the first time in years.

"After all those fancy tricks," he whispered, voice lower than it had been moment before, his face mere inches from the somewhat stunned fox, "don't tell me yer bowin' out now?"

It happened so fast that if he had blinked, Jin would have missed it. He would have missed the look in the half human's eyes change from shock to hunger, the parting of his deceptively soft lips, the force that went into his movement as he closed the distance between them, not bothering with sweetness or hesitation, fully uninhibited. He stumbled backwards as their faces collided, a mess of tongue and teeth and desperate, hitched breathing as the kitsune wasted no time climbing into his lap. The carefully laid plan was thrown to the wayside as coherent thought made way for raw, unadulterated need in a flurry of tearing clothes and clawing.

It had been far, far too long: too long for either of them and too hard to wait for now that it was suddenly there. The kitsune growled in the back of his throat as he pulled Jin's tongue into his mouth, one hand furiously trying to rid him of his dirt covered pants and the other pulling at his tousled red mane in a painful twisting motion. The Shinobi let him guide the movement for a moment, enjoying the force that the kitsune was exhibiting before taking over control. The former thief yipped as he lost his equilibrium and found himself on his back, his horned counterpart not giving him a moment to catch his breath before diving back down to reclaim his mouth, this time taking charge. He didn't bother to suppress a moan as the wind apparition's calloused hand made it's way to more sensitive areas, the pressure sudden and suffocating. They broke away from each other's mouths as the moan became a gasp, the disheveled fox clutching at the other's chest hard enough to leave red lines where his nails touched sunkissed skin. The wind apparition's attention was focused on the kitsune's pleasure soaked eyes, the long dark eyelashes fluttering with every hitched breath. His hand pumped, slowly but forcefully, driving the kitsune, whose arms had woven around his neck and hands had settled somewhere in the mass of red atop his head, to release.

The fox didn't lose a beat even as he came, pulling the other into a long, languid kiss that lasted long after he had finished. At the same time, one of his hands slipped downwards, pulling the Shinobi into him with an iron grip on his ass. The air apparition whined into the kiss, losing his momentum for a moment as the kitsune took control again, directing him to lean back and support his weight with bent arms. Before Jin knew it, Kurama had leveraged himself up and into his lap again, grinding back on his arousal without separating from the other's mouth. The Shinobi was at his mercy as the fox danced over him, teasing him with a heat that would be soon to follow. His mind began to go blank and the kiss broke as Jin found himself struggling to keep from losing all semblance of reason.

When the horned demon finally managed to open his eyes, which felt like it took much longer than it did, he was met with a vision of perverse perfection. The fox had leaned back, using the air apparition's raised knees for support, as he lowered himself onto his fingers with a soft cry, his own arousal quickly returning to life. Jin's eyes darted frantically over the sight in front of him, not sure where to hold his attention, when they were captured by the green orbs in front of him. The kitsune held his gaze as he adjusted to the feeling of his own fingers, mouth open as he panted in time with his slow, testing movements, still making sure to slide against his partner to keep him on the edge. Not that he needed to- the show alone was enough to keep the wind master hard for the rest of his life, or at least until Kurama decided it was time to try something more interesting. It was at the same moment that the fox found the spot within him that made him cry out and break eye contact that Jin decided his mouth could be put to better use and moved, assaulting an attack on the kitsune's chest that left him mildly incoherent.

Once again, Jin found himself in the leading position as he suckled the fox's neck, sitting up and pulling Kurama flush against him as he writhed, now fully recovered. He moved to nip at his ear, sliding one hand deftly down between them and eliciting a joint moan.

"We should've done this ages ago," the wind master groaned, using slick fingers to test and see just how thoroughly the thief had prepared himself. The fox's response was to reach up and kiss him in a show of skill, his whole body ebbing with the flow of his tongue and Jin's fingers.

"Well, the Dark Tournament seemed less than appropriate," he punctuated the sentence with two fingers in his own mouth, making them nice and wet before wrapping them around Jin's arousal, which was practically begging for entrance to the body atop of it. Jin couldn't help but shudder, not sure whether he preferred the look in his half lidded eyes of the slight husk of his musical baritone. Hell, he'd be damned if he didn't love it all.

"Who knows, maybe it woulda taken the edge off." The fox's finger's were pulled away abruptly, making him look up at the air apparition, eyes blinking in lust hazed question. Jin met him with a devilish smile, eyes narrowed and pointed in a look that clearly said the fox was fucked. It was a grin that one might've seen on him in battle, and in this arena, who wasn't winning?

Kurama cried out as a hand on his lower back pulled him down abruptly, sheathing him completely and without warning. Even so, the kitsune didn't lose a beat, one hand flying up to wrap in his own hair, pulling it from his face as he flung his head back, and the other pushing roughly against Jin, who fell back once more, letting the near ancient bandit take the reigns. There was no room for adjusting or gentleness as they set a pace that screamed of desperation, the kitsune leaning back at an impossible angle as he jutted his hips, Jin's cock sliding into him even deeper than they both thought possible. The apparition in question cursed, and it was his turn to throw back his red hair, which had matted over his eyes, his face matching in a flushed shade. Their bodies formed an obtuse angle, a sheen of sweat causing a sparkle off of their heated skin, the juxtaposing red at either end as they moved maddeningly. Kuraam had been holding himself up haphazardly, one arm behind him against Jin's knees, his other hand tangled in the red curls at Jin's base, anchoring him as he slid along his iron hot length. It was no surprise that the pace left his knees buckling, and he reached out with a needy whine as he tumbled forward, still completely full.

Jin was up in a flash, catching him as he lost his balance and laying him on his back with suave maneuvering, planting rough, biting kisses down his neck as he did. The kitsune wiggled under him, readjusting and taking the opportunity to run his fingers with feather-like softness behind and over Jin's ears. The wind apparition groaned into his neck, pausing to take a breath. It had really been too long if he had forgotten how much of an erogenous zone they were. That, and kitsune certainly knew best.

Their reprieve only lasted a moment- Kurama made a note of his dissatisfaction with their lack of movement via a rough bite to the wind master's lip, stroking himself in an exaggerated movement to add to his point. The Shinobi didn't need any more prompting, driving into him hard and fast as if they hadn't been interrupted, the brief tenderness lost and replaced with hungry ferocity. Next time, they'd have the opportunity for the sweet stuff. Next time, it would be soft, fluttery kisses and gentle caresses. Next time it wouldn't be so goddamn hard not to come on the spot.

But this time was coming to an end glaringly soon. Both were panting, keening, clawing at each other like they were trying to trade skins, holding out for that last moment, that perfect moment, the moment where their worlds went white and they forgot where they were, who they were, and any other potentially important details as to their identities. All that mattered was that finishing line, each other's pleasures seemingly only guaranteed by their own, the sights and sounds and smells of each other their only reality.

So, really, it wasn't all that strange that the disciplined ninja and the ever-aware thief didn't sense the energy heading toward them in the last few moments of their tryst. It wasn't outlandish at all to think that some part of their brains tuned out the voices outside, or the slide of the door as it opened upon the scene they were making. And it certainly wasn't inconceivable, despite being met by two faces who definitely had not been welcome participants in their lovemaking, that they both climaxed at the same time, riding out the last seconds of pleasure, audience be damned.

In fact, it took a long moment of staring at the pair in his sex soaked inebriation that Kurama realized what had just happened. It was then another moment before the shock on the two intruding faces wore off enough for the door to slide back closed, leaving them to tend their stickiness in peace. Kurama's mind flew at a mile a minute, analyzing the situation in the time it took for Jin to pull out and collapse on top of him in a shaky heap.

Something, it seemed fair to say, had gotten lost in translation. That had been the one clear thought that had passed through his mind as he registered the faces of a very confused Yusuke and a very traumatized looking Hiei. He made a mental note to track down the detective before he left the compound- he felt that he at least owed him an explanation. Obviously, the boy had confused his motives from the very beginning, mixing up targets and poorly expressed plans. Still, he should be thanked- though their plans had been different the fox couldn't really complain about the outcome. Now that his mind was clearer, the face that Hiei had made was truly priceless: a mix of shock and terror and "we'll talk later" that made the fox's lips twitch with suppressed laughter. Perhaps Yusuke's folly had really been a stroke of brilliance- he did have a way of making futures pop out of thin air. Yes, he'd definitely have to thank him.

The fox pulled himself from his thoughts as Jin rolled off of him, breathing heavily, eyes closed contentedly, though the flush on his cheeks seemed to be from more than just his exertion. Kurama grinned, rolling on his side and walking his fingers up and down the tan chest, coaxing a reaction from him. The apparition opened one eye halfway, a sheepish yet satisfied gesture.

"Well I bet we won't be livin' this one down anytime soon," his voice still held a deeper tone, and Kurama couldn't help but want him to continue, just so he could keep hearing it.

"Oh, I don't know. Yusuke doesn't handle real embarrassment too well; so I wouldn't worry. Though," he added, the slightly sweet note in his voice making Jin look at him head on, "if that is the case we should make the most of it, shouldn't we?" He leaned over, and Jin wound a hand through his hair as it fell to the side, their lips meeting in a soft, seemingly practiced move that left them both smiling. The fox moved closer, cuddling up to the other redhead as he turned so that they were lying face to face. The wind apparition raised an eyebrow mockingly as two slightly slimmer legs wove between his, securing the fox in his arms once more.

"You know, Kurama," he muttered, the smallest hint of a fresh blush on his face, "I didn't think fighting you would be so dangerous." Still, he leaned down and pressed another kiss to his lips, this one seeking but still kind. The kitsune grinned around his mouth, pulling back just enough to whisper.

"Oh, Jin, you should know by now. In the end, I always get my prize."