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Title: Wild

Anime: Yuu Yuu Hakusho

Pairing: KuramaxHiei

Warning: Slight foreplay, oral, anal lemon (in the full version, which this is not)

Author: Kita Kitsune

Before him lay the high, rocky cliffs that bordered the crashing sea, white foam riding the crests of the waves as they continuously pounded against the unforgiving wall of stone that met their determined assault. He had run clear to the other side of the island.

The wind howled as the silver fox stood atop the cliff he had emerged from, triangular ears attentively erect as vulpine depths scanned the waves below with all the passionate frenzy of a predator that has just lost his prey. Gradually, slowly… he could feel the exhilaration of the run beginning to drain from him, and the fox sucked in a low, slightly ragged breath that turned into a series of pants. The thunder still called to him, lightning yet flashing across the sky… but what could he do, now? This form was exhausted, and so in a quiet trickle of ki he allowed the more human form of his redheaded self to bubble to the surface.

When another crash of lightning lit over the cliff instants later, all that could be seen was a single figure, hands in the pockets of the blue slacks, silky scarlet locks elegantly trailing down his back over the white fabric of the Chinese-styled button-up shirt he wore. Those jade depths were closed, face tilted up to the sky as the wind whipped those russet strands over his face. The kitsune paid it no mind. He was merely waiting for the rain to begin…

The dark creature perched in a tree just at the edge of the forest watched this all with calm indifference. Upon first sensing Kurama, he had been curious as the strange fluctuation in his ki… but it became clear when the small silvery form burst out of the woods in a magnificent leap. He did not usually have the pleasure of seeing the youko in his true form… and so Hiei had observed with mild interest the heavy breathing of his fighting partner, as well as the captured electricity that seemed to crackle in the fox's very fur.

…Hn.

A quiet blur of black, and that shadowed creature was gone.

The kitsune's expression did not shift at all, and he remained as he was, basking in the ever-closer creeping of the unavoidable torrent of rain that would soon burst over the island, drenching it in a matter of moments. However, this did not prevent his voice from finding its way to the air, tone tinged with something darker than a mere out-of-breath after-effect of the run.

"…it is beautiful, isn't it." Here he turned his head only, jade optics shimmering with gold—although it could perhaps only be the flicker of lightning that had just raked across the sky, its thunder echoing eerily against the odd color of those pupils. In another instant, though, the dark, musky jade was back, a slightly sly smile upon his countenance as the dark observer behind him became a companion, stepping forward to the edge of the cliff with a quiet snort to acknowledge that 'greeting'. Those quick verdant hues did not shift from the other's silent form.

"Hn. The storms here are nothing."

At that, a lilting chuckle echoed out to the air—although the rest of it was lost in yet another roll of thunder. He leaned to his friend's level, lightning flashing once more and granted the illusion—or was it?—of pale saffron pupils set in the human's fair face.

"Indeed…" An elegant hand reached out, hooking beneath the koorime's chin and the kitsune angled it up—only to be met with that expressionless, intense gaze of dark, dark crimson… he shuddered at the thought, jade depths scanning the oppositely-hued ones below. Hiei's eyes were so red… he lost himself for a moment, but another roll of thunder jarred him back to reality, eyes refocusing on the garnet depths below—as well as that pale, childish countenance where a single corner of those thin lips was curled into a smirk. Ah, he hadn't noticed, in light of the lightning—a bandaged hand had latched onto one of his forelocks, now pulling the fox down until the next response was nearly brushed against his lips.

"…you like the lightning, fox?" That question was almost a tease, and he had to chuckle softly in response, arms winding over the little demon's neck and tugging him closer, another tremor running through him as the clouds clashed overhead once more, voice dropping a notch into something much more seductive than should be possible for 'innocent Minamino Suuichi'…

"…actually… the thunder is what gets my blood boiling…" Those jade depths glinted in response to the sharp tint of amusement accenting the garnet orbs beneath him, face tilting downward another notch to offer a gentle touch of a kiss upon those tiers just below. He felt more than heard the resulting huff of air and canted a light smile to that, taking advantage of the opening to slip his tongue within the cavern.

The next sound he did hear, a low growling rumble to rival those of the warring sky overhead. A compact, muscular arm snaked around his waist, drawing him closer as the grip on that forelock increased, tugging Kurama down more as the Jaganshi's native muscle pushed against the invading one. That continuous low growl was lost from hearing as yet another peal of thunder echoed out over the sky, the lightning accompanying it lighting the face half-concealed in shadow beneath him—white-washing everything but the two blood-red pupils that bore into his very soul.

Briefly, Kurama was reminded of his run in the forest… but this train of thought was quickly derailed as a faint moan escaped into the kiss—Hiei's hand around his waist had gone dirtier. Tipping a mischievous glance to the han-koorime as he withdrew, the look was met with an immediate angle upward of smoldering ruby optics, pupils dilated considerably as the Jaganshi hissed, licking the side of his mouth at the bite before spitting the small amount of blood to the side, passionately irritated garnets glaring at his taller companion. The deft fingers that had slid beneath those navy slacks to cup one of the kitsune's butt cheeks tightened in punishment, but the receiver of that 'punishment' only smiled—optics abruptly snapping as lightning flashed over the pair once more, and in the next moment Hiei was pinned beneath him, straddled, to the ground.

Lemon scene omitted for virgin readers' eyes.

Immediately, the downpour began.

The two demons slumped against that boulder, both panting heavily as they slid to the ground, hot breaths beating over the nape of Hiei's neck where Kurama had leaned his head. It was an odd sensation next to the cold nature of the rain, causing gooseflesh to prickle out upon his skin. Gently, the kitsune withdrew, and Hiei felt soft digits smoothing some salve over the sore insides. He shifted, slightly uncomfortable 'down there', but let Kurama do as he would… the kitsune seemed to have regained his senses with the loss of lightning, at least.

And it was true… for now, there was only rain.

A very quiet chuckle was muffled against his shoulder, and not long after that he felt lips brushing over his cheek in a tender kiss. Crimson optics tipped slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of the kinder, slightly apologetic jade orbs that took him in. Hiei snorted.

Well. He couldn't move without feeling pain… a fact which would likely be remedied in time for tomorrow's matches, if one were to go simply by the intent of that healing salve Kurama had applied down there.

At least for tonight, though, he wouldn't be able to stand up…

The three of them sat in the room, alone—Kurama and the oaf were discussing Yuusuke and the Masked Fighter's absence, as they played cards. Hiei was, of course, removed from the other two, having taken up his usual perch on the windowsill, watching the rain outside. He didn't plan to move for the rest of the evening.

Damn Kurama and his weird fetish for having rough, unforgiving, animal-like sex during a thunderstorm…

"So hey, Urameshi and the Masked Lady sure have been gone a long time."

"Indeed."

"Kurama. What do you think about our chances? Two more rounds and we get to go home."

"Theseare the semi-finals. It will definitely be a challenge to overcome. We'll be moved to a new stadium, with an even wilder crowd. And I'm sure the committee will do anything to thwart us."

"That doesn't bother me. Bring on the guns and the arrows, it's nothing I'm afraid of. …Aww." Kuwabara had just pulled the joker from Kurama's hand. There was the sound of the door opening, then. "…eh?"

Yukina, Botan and Keiko greeted them with warm smiles, Shizuru quietly standing in the background. Botan was the first to speak, her voice cheery as always.

"Da-da-da-da! The cavalry has arrived!" In the blue-haired girl's arms were numerous bags of snacks.

"Hey there, you guys." Keiko was the next to offer a greeting, but only Puu occupied her embrace.

"You know, you could have knocked, Botan. We're discussing important business here." During the course of Kuwabara's comment, the ferry girl had walked over to the table, a tease in her voice as those purple eyes fell to what occupied the two team mates' fingers.

"Oh? And how do you explain the cards in your hands?"

"I guess you've never seen a mobster movie." Yukina walked up next to her friend, and it could now be seen that she held a few bags of snacks in her delicate arms, as well.

"Has your back injury healed yet, Kazuma?" Immediately the carrot-top adopted a sweet, gentle tone that reeked with friendliness.

"Oh, yeah, it was just a scratch. You wanna play some cards with us, heheh?"

"Um, have you seen Yuusuke?" Across from the 'lovebirds', Keiko pressed this inquiry to Kurama.

"He's still out with the Masked Fighter. We're not sure where."

"I see. I hope he's fine… Puu's been acting really funny. He doesn't even wanna fly." Whereupon the kitsune's gaze shifted to the ball of blue fluff in the girl's arms, the little creature indeed looking sick as it only managed a quiet coo of its namesake in response to the brunette's comment. Botan was quick to jump into the conversation, to ease her friend's worries.

"Whatever he's doing I'm sure he can handle it, Keiko. Let's just have some fun, okay?"

"Heh, okaay!" Kuwabara was certainly excited about the idea.

"That's right, baby brother, it might be your last night in the living. Enjoy yourself. I won't tell mom if you drink your first beer." Shizuru, as always, knocking her brother down from his pedestal.

"Gosh darn it, Shizuru, you always gotta embarrass me in front of my friends!" Soon enough, however, they were all settled around the table with their respective sets of cards, and Kuwabara was the first to speak.

"Ha! I'm gettin' the hang of this five-card-draw. . . . Who wants to Go Fish?" There was soft laughter from the group as they played, and Kurama turned with a teasing smile to the han-koorime occupying the window—noting idly at how Hiei had not moved his lower body a single centimeter since they had come back from the forest, and Kurama had 'set' the Jaganshi there, as his fighting partner really shouldn't be walking around until his cute little ass was feeling better

"Come, join us, Hiei We're practically a family, here."

To that, the Jaganshi twitched, casting a dirty look back to the smug-looking kitsune, glaring eyes alone warning his lover not to push the 'sister' hints too far…

Of course, the fear that Yukina would pick up on those hints was slightly dulled by the pain in his rear—that obnoxious kitsune. Kurama was well aware that Hiei couldn't stand up without wincing in pain, much less walk over to the couch. The youko was playing with him—first for his physical state, and then his 'secret' identity as Yukina's brother. Therefore, he felt absolutely no remorse as he glared his angry red depths into the redhead's mirthful green ones, voice sharp and clearly irritated at the kitsune's tease.

"Kurama. Don't make me pull out your precious voice box."

At least Kurama didn't need his voice box, in more… 'important' matters. Turning back to the window, Hiei smirked to himself. After all, the fox needed his teeth, tongue and lips, right? Who's to say the fox wouldn't be a better lover if he could never talk…

These dark thoughts entertained him for the rest of the night.

Although, Kurama's salve would work, as he beat Makintaro and Kuromomotaro the next day with no hint of soreness dictating his movements—

Hn.

Damn fox…

End