Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Tell Me ❯ It's Enough ( Chapter 5 )

“Look Hiei, I slept with someone else, okay!” One tear made its way down Kurama's cheek. Tonight was not going well.

“I - it's okay Kurama.” Hiei smiled hesitantly, shocked that Kurama cared what he, Hiei, thought. I do matter to him. “But...now that that's out of the way, how come I'm still hard?”

Kurama laughed nervously and punched Hiei in the arm. “You expected it to just vanish or something? You aren't going to stop wanting me just because the lust spell is gone.” The redhead grinned crookedly and chuckled. Hiei glared at him.

“Know-it-all.”

“I can deal with it if you like.” Kurama's smile was positively devilish.

Hiei looked down, suddenly intimidated. “Was he better than me?”

“Hiei?”

“Was he?”

“I don't know what you're talking about, Hiei.”

“The person you...you know....”

“Oh, oh you mean....” Hiei nodded. “I don't know. I didn't love her....”

“Her?”

Kurama grinned. “I'm bisexual.”

“Oh. Hn.”

Seeing that Hiei still seemed bothered, Kurama wrapped his arms around the smaller demon. “I promise it'll be only you from now on. Only you.” Kurama kissed Hiei's cheek lightly and the fire demon hugged him back.

“Thank you Kurama. It means so much to me.”

“But...you can't leave me again.” Kurama smiled, but Hiei could tell his eyes were about to spill over. Hiei had never seen Kurama this emotional - Shuichi was probably the one in control right now.

“Can't you come with me?” Hiei inquired. He still had certain obligations to Mukuro. When she realized that he loved her as a mother, not a mate, she had stepped into her version of a `motherly' role, and that meant a lot to him, despite her queer protective tendencies. After all, it was because of her that Hiei was here with Kurama tonight.

“Sometimes, but you need to stay with me sometimes, too.”

“Okay.” Hiei smiled, but it soon turned into a squawk as Kurama grabbed his butt. His protest was silenced as Kurama's lips pressed against his and a wet tongue licked at his lips. Kurama, what the heck are you doing?

What you wanted, darling.

Oh.

Hiei didn't protest again as Kurama pushed him onto his back and methodically stripped him with little difficulty. Hiei watched longingly as Kurama stood to remove his own clothing as methodically as he had removed the fire demon's, folding each item carefully. Did the fox have to make everything so dang complicated? Hiei growled and launched himself off the bed, tackling Kurama. “I'm not waiting another second.” He - literally - tore Kurama's ebony briefs off, kissing the other demon's mouth desperately.

Kurama watched with an amused glance and a raised eyebrow. “This is the fire demon that was never going to have sex again in his life,” Kurama teased. Hiei glared. Kurama grinned. “Can we get back on the bed?”

Hiei silently got off Kurama and allowed him to walk over to the bed, watching that delicious ass hungrily. He followed, a grin lighting his childlike face. “Tackle!” Hiei barreled into Kurama, knocking him over, and began to tickle him. It was rather satisfying to watch Kurama writhe and giggle. The most satisfying part was that Kurama was butt-naked and writhing against him, making him very aware of their bodies. The way Kurama's skin felt rubbing against him erotically...the way Kurama looked up curiously as Hiei stopped tickling him, the way Kurama embraced him, flipping them over.... Everything about him is perfect and erotic and beautiful.

Kurama nibbled and licked at the flesh of Hiei's shoulder, his scarlet tresses tickling Hiei's delicate neck. Kurama's hand fell down to grasp Hiei's erection, and the redhead smiled against Hiei's flesh when Hiei gasped, thrusting his slender hips. Kurama recaptured the plump lips as he moved his hand decisively, savoring every moan, even as he thrust his own hips against the fire demon's thigh. As good as this felt, he needed release, desperately.

Could I take you this time, Kurama?

I - alright.

Kurama reached for the bottle of lotion that sat conveniently on his nightstand. “Here,” he muttered, handing the bottle to Hiei and rolling onto his back. He heard the squishy-squirty sound as Hiei squirted some of the rose-scented lotion into his hand. Kurama lay unhelpfully on the bed and groaned as Hiei rubbed the petal-colored lotion into the skin around his tight entrance. “Be careful, baby.”

I will.

Hiei's hand drifted upwards, rubbing the lotion over Kurama's sensitized skin. As his hand curled suggestively around Kurama's hardened member, he thrust into the redhead's unprepared body. Kurama cried out, but whether from pleasure or from pain, Hiei couldn't tell. As the strokes evened out the pain became an unbearable pleasure. Every touch was exquisite, unforgettable. Each brush of their tongues made their heart rates double. Their slick bodies slid against each other eagerly, and even as each motion was inevitable, it was still surprising. Each movement seemed agonizingly slow, yet too fast to savor. Kurama pressed up against Hiei deliriously, desperately.

“Oh, gods, Hiei, please!” Kurama's eyes blurred over with tears as he pressed himself fervently against his lover. Desperate for one more touch—that was all it would take.

“PLEASE!”

Kurama would have sworn he saw stars as Hiei hit that perfect spot and came, the heat filling Kurama. As quick as it started, it was over. Hiei had never learned to prolong anything.

Kurama flipped them over again and whispered wetly against Hiei's ear, “I love you.” Hiei hugged him silently and Kurama knew it wasn't important for Hiei to say those three special words. The fire demon showed him how much he loved him with each touch, each breath.

And it was enough.

***

The dawn danced lightly across a midnight sky, painting violet and fuchsia across the darkness. Kurama yawned lazily, reaching one handed to pull his beautiful fire demon closer. When his hand encountered only cold sheets, he sat up in surprise. This was not the morning he had envisioned. And he was cold, dammit!

Hiei!

Frustrated, he called through their mind link, but there no response came. Worried and irritated, he pushed himself out of bed.

Hiei!

With a wearied sigh, Kurama called out with his own silky voice. “Hiei! I am not coming to look for you!” He perked his ears to listen. Please Hiei! His ears picked up a muffled sob—the bathroom.

Damn it all!

He pulled the door open, but the room was empty. What did I do wrong this time? Why? Why.... Kurama asked aimlessly as he stood in the middle of the bedroom in his two-room apartment. He hadn't checked the kitchen or the closet yet. The kitchen? Not likely.

Kurama slid back the folding door to his closet, seeing Hiei curled up there for a moment, but he blinked, and the desire-induced mirage vanished. He closed the door, failure dragging at him, weighing him down. Taking one step toward the kitchen, Kurama paused. Turning, he peered out the window into a pair of tear-blurred maroon eyes. Of course!

Kurama kneeled on the bed by the windowsill, absurdly aware of the cool morning mist that clung to him, the breezes toying with his hair, the soft comforter that lay rumpled across his bed....

Hiei.

Hiei peered back, restless. He had no right to feel sad that Kurama had slept with someone else. Hiei had left him—there was no denying it. Yet, Hiei felt so betrayed now that the passion of the previous night's activities had ebbed leaving only the desperate emotions.

The guilt gnawed at him, though. Kurama, the one abandoned, left behind, had sought comfort in another's arms, not because he did not love Hiei, nor because he had forgotten, but because Hiei was not there. Now Kurama regretted this and tried to comfort Hiei. This guilt was far more powerful than the little inkling that he was unlovable and Kurama had forgotten him. The selfless boy had accepted, even asked for, his demon back. What right did Hiei have to feel deserted or angry?

Hiei looked down, hiding eyes like new blood—eye-catching, brilliant, and unforgettably honest. He would not run away. He had run away and hidden for all of his life. Maybe it was time to do something about it. No destiny would control his fate!

Kurama jumped a little when Hiei hopped through the window, toppling them both onto a thoroughly rumpled bed. When soft plum lips brushed Kurama's, suckling, he erased any negative thoughts and concentrated on the unhesitating lips that plundered his.

The cotton T-shirt that hid Hiei's body rubbed against Kurama, teasing his growing erection. He moaned, rubbing himself against the demon, kissing lustily. A disappointed whimper broke the air when the fire demon broke the kiss.

Hiei moved down Kurama's body, trailing dewy petal kisses across the other's chest, stopping to circle his bellybutton. Kurama let out a muffled, “Oh...,” as he pressed himself eagerly forward.

Hiei's wet mouth pressed around him, engulfing him, a nimble tongue pressing against his hard, aching member. Feather-soft raven hair tickled the red head's groin as Hiei ran his teeth suggestively across the tight skin. “Nn, Hiei...” came the breathy murmur as Kurama pressed himself against Hiei's insistent hands.

Hiei looked up at the beautiful face, shrouded in a crimson net, contorted in the agony of pleasure. His moan vibrated Kurama's body—the tired, handsome face, the rippling of athletic muscles, the slim hips beneath his round fingers—it was almost enough to make him come. At the last second Kurama pulled Hiei up to lie stomach down beneath him, and, burying his face in the feathery raven puffs, his hands gripping the fire demon's round, slender hips and firm erection, he thrust in until the warmth of Hiei's ass was against his stomach. Again, and again, and again, he pressed into the small, warm body beneath him until he felt a sticky warmth in his hands. Both boys gave half-moans, half-shouts as Kurama's seed filled the other Youkai. There was as much pleasure in the other's satisfaction as in one's one, at least for two so deeply and inexplicably in love.

Perhaps it was in that moment of exquisite perfection when they realized it, simultaneously. Perhaps it was the day before when they stared into one another's eyes and wanted never to part. Perhaps they knew months, years before, but had only now fully appreciated it. These two Youkai, hopelessly in love and infatuated, realized that they needed each other. It was not that one would die without the other, or that their lives would have no purpose, but this need went beyond mere desire. Somehow, they had come to need the color and love that they brought to each other's lives.

And once again their lips met, sucking hungrily, tongue embracing tongue. Kurama moaned softly, heat flooding his face, his skin....

This relationship would take work, but they had time. They had the rest of their lives.

 

 

*Owari*

(The End)

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