Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Cream and Clothes ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro.

 

 

Cream and Clothes

by darlingfox

 

“What do you think you're doing?” Kurama asked, back against a grimy wall, more curious than scared or angry because the warm body in front of him was very familiar. He had no reason to fear it, or anything else for that matter, and it was extremely difficult to be annoyed when the aforementioned figure was glued to him and Hiei's red eyes were full of merriment.

 

Hiei nuzzled his neck and Kurama felt the thin lips curving against his skin. “Thought you could need a bit of cheering up after a workday.”

 

“I would've been home in half an hour,” Kurama pointed out but couldn't help smiling either. He certainly couldn't help gasping when clever fingers found their way inside his shirt and stroked his ribs. “Impatient, are we?”

 

“Perhaps,” Hiei answered, his breath tickling Kurama's neck. “Or perhaps it's just you.”

 

“You- -” It was rather embarrassing to cease in the middle of a scolding but Hiei's hands were busy on Kurama's belt and zipper, and the redhead was never quite coherent during that. “Hiei, we're in public!” Kurama tried to protest but his enthusiasm was somewhat lacking.

 

After all, Hiei was mouthing the hollow of his throat while his hands had proceeded inside Kurama's neatly ironed trousers. To Kurama's frustration, they decided to stay on his underwear and get comfortable.

 

“You truly want me to stop?” Hiei echoed Kurama's thoughts, wriggling his fingers.

 

“…no,” Kurama admitted, his body winning against his brains with a clear 5-0, not counting his cock which hadn't had a vote since that incident with Yusuke. The boy still blushed crimson if someone mentioned a hot spring and either Kurama or Hiei in the same conversation. “But you could at least kiss me.”

 

“That I could,” Hiei agreed and being the demon of action he was, buried his other hand in Kurama's hair, dragged his head down and kissed him until Kurama felt dizzy.

 

And because Hiei was nothing if not thorough, Kurama was kissed some more after that. If anyone would've been lucky enough to peek to the side street, he would've been greeted with a sight of a young red-haired man either being devoured or devouring the mouth of a smaller man and groping him with fervour.

 

Kurama moaned when nimble fingers slid inside his underwear and pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly. “Please, think of my trousers!”

 

The fingers stilled. “Excuse me?”

 

“Ngh!”

 

The hand retreated when it became apparent that Kurama would be in no condition to answer if Hiei would keep doing what he was doing. The whimper that escaped Kurama's lips was as undignified as the way his hips tried to follow the promising source of pleasure.

 

“I can't walk around wearing clothes covered in cream,” Kurama explained and whimpered again. How Hiei managed to lift an eyebrow so calmly and pinch Kurama's nipples at the same time was a mystery Kurama intended to solve later.

 

“Cream?” Hiei's composure crumpled and he snickered, hands kneading Kurama's pectorals. “Where the Hell did you pick that one up?”

 

Kurama frowned, trying to rub himself against Hiei. “I don't know. It sounds like it's straight from those cheesy romance novels girls read.”

 

“Try to refrain from using it again.” Hiei nibbled Kurama's ear before whispering, amused, “and don't worry about your trousers.”

 

With those words, Hiei dropped down in front of Kurama who saw a smirk before his head hit the wall, an outcome of a sudden wet warmth around his cock. Kurama's teeth sank into his lower lip in a desperate attempt to prevent a shout because they were in a public place, a fact that faded to the background when a smooth tongue curled around him. Strong hands pinned his hips against the wall and their touch was almost painfully hot.

 

“Hiei,” Kurama groaned and cursed when Hiei backed off.

 

“What?” he asked and to Kurama's despair licked his swollen lips. It wasn't fair for the fire-demon to be so pretty and talented and so far from Kurama's throbbing hard-on.

 

“Just that…” Hiei lapped a drop of pre-come and Kurama gasped, clutching his shoulders. “I hope you won't burn my clothes this time. Do that again!”

 

Hiei obeyed before saying, annoyed, “What is it with you and clothes?” The heat under Kurama's hands lowered and Hiei continued, “I'm beginning to believe you like them more than you want me. Should I stop?”

 

“No!” If Hiei would stop, Kurama would kill him. That or bend him over and fuck him right there and then, were there a crowd nearby or not. Actually… Kurama stored the latter thought for later use.

 

Definitely later, because Hiei had finally resumed his previous task and Kurama's cock was imprisoned between sharp fangs, and had Hiei been a human Kurama's vice like grip would've bruised his shoulders. But no human could move his tongue like that and caress Kurama's shaft from the hilt to the slit with one, torturing slow swirl. Not that he had ever had a human to compare but nothing could've been as good as Hiei was, especially since he was clearly enjoying his task, too, and circling the base of Kurama's cock, holding it tightly.

 

And then detaching his mouth from where it was obviously needed the most.

 

“What?” Kurama panted and looked down. “Don't stop!”

 

A wicked smile appeared on Hiei's lips. “But I have to ask,” he murmured and little kisses rained on the cock in front of his face. Apparently he was able to interpret Kurama's muffled moan as a question because he answered, “Which one do you prefer, your clothes or me?”

 

“Hiei.” The name was a long wail of vowels and desperation.

 

“I don't think I heard you,” Hiei said in a singing voice. “Which one was that?”

 

“Hiei!” Kurama cried, his pride momentarily lost because of the feathery touches on his shaft. “It's always you, you fucking bastard!”

 

“Careful,” Hiei reminded, his breath warm on Kurama. “Or someone might hear you.”

 

Someone would have heard Kurama if he hadn't been fast enough to cover his mouth with his own palm, the other hand curling around a lock of black hair. As it was, the scream caused by the greedy swallowing was audible only to Hiei's sharp ears. The fire-demon hummed approvingly and the vibrations ran through Kurama's cock, teasing him mercilessly. A hand sneaked inside his clothes, squeezing his tense ass and when a finger slipped between the cheeks and caressed the sensitive opening, Kurama bit his palm. The finger pushed in and the grip around his cock loosened, and then Kurama's world exploded to shining stars and blinding whiteness and taste of blood.

 

“Hello?” Kurama became slowly aware of a hand waving in front of his face. “Did you hear me?”

 

“I heard you,” Kurama lied, noticing absently that he'd been cleaned and tucked inside his trousers. Pity he'd missed that.

 

His hand, the one without the still bleeding teeth-marks, was tangled in the soft mess of Hiei's hair, and Kurama used the opportunity to draw him closer in another long kiss. Kurama wasn't particularly fond of his human taste but underneath of it was Hiei who, on the other hand, was delicious. An urgent need to breathe forced Kurama to finally back off and pry his hand from Hiei's hair.

 

“Kurama?” Hiei called him again. “Let me go.”

 

“Hm?” Kurama was quite busy admiring Hiei's cheekbones and impossible long eyelashes. “What? Didn't you jerk off or something?”

 

“Thank you for caring.” Hiei shook his head and snorted, removing Kurama's hands from his waist and stepping back. “No, I didn't.”

 

“Then don't even think about going anywhere.” Kurama tried to grab a handful of a black coat but was too late. The fire-demon had already flitted away and appeared on the close fire escape. “Hiei! Come back in this instant.”

 

Reciprocal service was only fair, after all, and Kurama really, really wanted to see a naked Hiei. Or partially clothed if naked was impossible. He wanted to see Hiei, and touch and taste and stroke and lick and he should probably calm down.

 

“I'll wait you home.” Hiei grinned and Kurama knew that Hiei knew that Kurama couldn't wait to get his hands on him. “Better hurry up or I will cream the sheets without you.”

 

Hiei's laughter in his ears, Kurama spun around, cursing, and ran.

 

 

The End.