Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hiei Discovers a New Holiday ❯ Hiei Discovers a New Holiday ( Chapter 1 )

Hiei calmly watched the subtle play of muscles moving under the other man's skin, entranced by the beauty - and by the power hidden there. The Lord of Toranin had indeed become more and more beautiful over the years. The stories had been very, very true. Sitting atop a lofty branch in Toranin, Hiei watched him move, the young hanyou punching out at imaginary opponents, his sweat traveling down his back, neck, and chest.

He was coated with dirt flying up from the bare dusty ground. Every time that the lord barely shifted or kicked the air, a new puff of dust - looking like light tan, chalky fog or smoke - would rise from the ground in a rush that would then abruptly slow almost to a halt, sticking to the sweat that was all over the hanyou. There, the little rivulets of sweat would transform the light tan of the dirt into a much darker brown before it would soon dry out, turning once again into a light shade of tan, and flake off as he moved continuously under the baking sun to rejoin the dust turning beneath his bare feet.

A strange little play of life, death, and rebirth, oddly fitting in with the individual upon which this was occuring. Also oddly fitting in because, once, others might have considered this same individual as nothing more than dirt just as Hiei thought of the substance upon this lord as dirt and sweat.

Making the image of the seemingly dancing hanyou even more enjoyable was Hiei's activity of trying to separate the dark, black tattoos over his body from the new, less permanent marks that the sweat and dirt left behind. Sometimes for bare seconds of time, he would be almost clean - a fake clean only because he was less grimy appearing than before as he moved. And it was in these times that the sun would glint ever more brighter upon the shimmering tan skin slick with filthy sweat.

It was easy to disern the flaking parts of dust from his true tattoos, yet there were times that Hiei would look at a smear of grime, and think for an instance that it was another decoration now forever imbedded into his skin, but then a piece would dry and flake away. And even somtimes another part of his body would ruin the temporary image by accidentally smearing it away from a casual caress. The only tattoos that Hiei would never mistake for grime were the large, black, circles imprinted on the young lord's shoulders and elbows. However trying to separate the intricate little designs around the circles from the wet dust was another thing entirely.

Another thing plastered to his skin other than rebirthing grime and sweat was that of the long mane of black hair that almost reached back to his ankles. The shorter parts of his bangs was centered around his face and neck, swirling in patterns as he continued to fight with the air. It must have been uncomfortable to have such heavy long hair with it sticking to his back, and to the sides of his torso like that.

It was shifting along on his arms as he arched his arms, and struck out at invisible youkai - or whatever the hanyou was imagining that he was fighting; maybe he was thinking of training with his old, dead master. How he managed not to entangle his limbs with his hair remained a mystery to Hiei, but that didn't detract from the fact that he viewed this Lord of Toranin as very pretty. Lovely even clothed only in his hair, sweat, dirt, and an old pair of jeans that he retrieved from who-knows-where.

The clouds of dust swirling about him made his shaggy mane no longer so black, being layered also with dirt kicked up from the earth. However where his wet skin met his hair, it was a glowing sheen of black; made so by the sweat and the sun still beating harshingly down.

Yuusuke - the Lord of Toranin - had grown up splendidly in the Makai. A radiant example of masculinity. Yet, this wasn't what Hiei was most concerned about with the lord. The dirt and sweat of the day's - and likely the week before - workout was touching him everywhere. He could tell with ease that wet, filthy jeans weren't exactly the best clothes to train in. The sweat and dirt seeping down into his pants and over them likely made them that much tougher to move in. Maybe that's why he chose to wear them.

But Hiei wasn't considering Yuusuke's tactics in training either. The grungy jeans had to go.

He would be able to see every little crease that way, the top hem of his pants would no longer be brushing away or smearing particles of dust on his person. Would the lord be aroused being revealed as such to Hiei? It was something that he had been thinking of for quite some time under the heat of the sun as he watched the dancing figure of a raiden hanyou. Yuusuke had grown more accostumed to the Makai's ways while he had been there for these last hundred years. Would he like to try something new? Something with him covered in grime; on his back; getting gravel, roots, and worse caught in his long mass of hair; convulsing under a hot body that wanted nothing more than to just touch.

Taste . . .

The movement - or lack thereof, depending on how those watching would see it - startled Hiei out of his thoughts. A pair of slightly amused eyes were gazing up at him now, the owner of those eyes having ceased his almost dance, and giving him a smile that radiated the warmth of the sun.

He knew.

"I almost didn't smell you through all of this crap, Hiei." The smile widened, and then he looked down at himself, lifting a foot, and shaking the leg as if he was wet enough to flick away a spray of moisture, "Ah, shit. Now that I've stopped, all I can feel is this fucking grit." His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, shrugging as he set his foot down, "Most of what you see on me isn't nearly half as much as what's down my pants."

Hiei wanted to lick his dry lips, but instead settled upon raising an eyebrow, "I'm quite sure."

"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck through all of that thick, back, gringy hair, "I really need a bath."

In all seriousness - though he knew not why he said it at all - Hiei said, "Just take off your jeans."

Yuusuke considered the koorime above him before, reaching down to undo his buttons, and pull down his zipper, "Seems like the thing to do!"

. . . He's joking right? Down went the pants. Thank you, Enma, he's not.

Plopping down to sit on the ground, Yuusuke tossed his pants aside before then laying back, both of his hands behind his head to pillow it, and he basked in the sun, "Much better!"

"Yes," Hiei almost hissed. "Much better."

"Want to come down and lounge with me?"

Maybe Yuusuke was being naive, but then again, that grin was way too smug for Hiei's ease of mind. Hiei didn't answer, only watching as the dust that had been flying through the air settled down slowly over and around the hanyou, giving Yuusuke another coat of grime to deal with. In fact, Yuusuke grimaced, and reached up to obviously try wiping it away, but Hiei's bark stopped him short, "No!" When he stared at the Jaganshi oddly, Hiei responded quietly, "I like it."

He nodded slowly, settling his hand back to his side, his eyes widening just slightly in his shock, "Uh . . . thanks, Hiei."

Nodding in approval, Hiei finally stood to prepare to leap down, licking his lips and then his neat, little row of fangs. Just as the dust ultimately descended to the earth, Hiei dropped smoothly with it, landing with each foot on either side of Yuusuke's hips, a growing erection just below him. No longer trying to bank his lust for the hanyou, Hiei made a throaty growl, throwing aside his shirt, causing a puff of dust to erupt around where it landed with a soft sound before it slowed almost to a halt, leisurely falling to accentuate the folds made in the shirt in the position it had fallen in. His boots, and pants soon joined it near by, making the same puffs of dirt fly up only to settle down again.

By then, Yuusuke seemed to have a major problem. Directly between his legs, standing proudly perpendicular to his body, unashamed, and unaware to Yuusuke's embarrassed face was his member. It too was wet with sweat and dirt, and Hiei suddenly debated with himself. That cock looked so good, but was he to take it into him now or wait for Yuusuke grow frustrated when he realized that all Hiei really wanted was to see him move with all of that dirt all over him?

Something primal won over Hiei's mind, and that something seemed to whisper to him, You can still watch him all you like with him inside of you. He'll still be gorgeous, and you'll feel good too.

That decided for him, Hiei crouched down to press his parted cheeks to the head of Yuusuke's cock, keeping his knees up in the air, and balancing on the balls of his feet. The hanyou arched against his ass, the slick, wet head brushing briefly between the Koorime's cheeks, causing a pleased gasp from him. Gritting his fangs, Hiei suppressed a shiver as he thought of just how wet and ready the length on his ass was ready to take him. One swift jab down, and he would be filled, possibly with minimal discomfort what with the slippery texture of it.

Without warning, Hiei planted himself down onto the jutting cock, crying out as brief pain lashed through him, but then it formed into a long, rough moan, feeling at complete ease with himself filled to the hilt.

Below him, Yuusuke writhed, his fingers digging into the dirt just to get something to hold onto. His hips kept thrashing against Hiei's ass before Hiei pressed down on his hips to keep him still, letting out a throaty moan. Yuusuke's voice was husky as he chanted, "Holy shit, yes . . . Hiei . . ."

Hiei brought himself up, until only the head was within before pressing back down slowly, somehow able to remain on the balls of his feet the entire time, his knees not marred with a speck of dust. The dirt and sweat mixed to create a slightly grainy lubricant, and he delighted in the tiny, little grains's effects on his inside walls as he thrust down on the filling cock.

His senses were overwhelming him, making him sometimes stop pushing down on the lord's hips to hold him down to let himself be pounded into. If he felt that he was losing control, Hiei would press back down on Yuusuke's hips, but when they weren't busy with that, they would trailing over Yuusuke's chest, grinding his palms against his nipples, forcing husky whispers of encouragement as the grime over his body ground up around his sensitive nubs. Another place that Hiei's hands would travel was Yuusuke's hair where they would pull and tug hard at it while Hiei was screaming his new lover's name. Trying to remain on the balls of his feet had been rapidly forgotten in the rush to be filled to the brim, his knees digging into the dirt as he pounded back onto the length deep in his ass.

Soon Hiei was laying over Yuusuke, his throbbing member pressed tightly between them as the two moved in a disjointed unity, each one only trying to reach that peak of satisfaction. Surrounded by tight, hot bodies layered in sweat, and being assaulted by grains of the tiniest pieces of sand, Hiei's own cock was screaming for release, and he was so close . . .

Abruptly, Hiei was pushed to sit up on the cock lodged in his ass, and he whimpered at the loss of heat, and pressure around his own length. However, he was then promptly crying out Yuusuke's name when two hands wrapped around him to pump him quickly.

He could vaguely hear the moaning of the young lord, "Hiei, I just love the feel of you."

That did it.

With a roar, he shot his seed out into the air, and it arched over and splattered onto Yuusuke's face. When Hiei's walls clamped down over Yuusuke cock in his orgasm, it sent Yuusuke over the edge right after the moment that the other started.

When they were able to produce conscious thought once more, Hiei reluctantly pulled off, hissing as it still sent little tingles throughout his body, and then straddled his stomach, leaning over to lap just a dab of his semen from Yuusuke's cheek. He then whispered, "As good as you tasted, felt, looked, and sounded like, I must say that you positively reek."

"I'll decide to take that as a complement."

With a light chuckle, Hiei stood up, and stretched, stepping back to allow his former comrade to do the same. They grinned briefly at one another, and then Yuusuke put on a serious face, looking the shorter figure up and down thoughtfully.

"What is it?" Hiei finally asked.

Yuusuke looked him straight into his eyes then, and murmured, "I love you."

Hiei went ridget, and his eyes expanded almost into circles, taking a wobbling step back. He just said what?

Then the awkward moment was ruined by raucous laughter, "That was great! The look on your face was priceless!"

"What the hell?!" Enraged, Hiei took a step forward ready to tear him apart, but then Yuusuke just patted his shoulders, his head hanging down with his own shoulders still shaking with laughter.

"April Fools, Hiei."

At this, Hiei asked in a deadpan voice, "What did you call me?"

"It's a holiday where you go around playing little jokes on people. And it's today. That was a joke."

Snorting his annoyance, Hiei rolled his eyes, and turned to retrieve his clothes, "Good. For a moment, I thought that you were serious. You looked serious enough."

Yuusuke only snickered, "You're so much fun to tease, Hiei. I always get the best reactions out of you."

"Especially since my reactions are overreactions."

"Exactly!"

Hiei turned to look at Yuusuke, smiling softly, his shirt having just been pulled on, but his pants still in his hand, "Well, this is no joke, Yuusuke. You really do smell like you just came from the bottom of the dung heap."

Upon pulling his jeans back on - which were still filthy, and looked as if they were starting to crust - Yuusuke only grinned wider at his shorter friend before yanking Hiei's pants out of his hands, and scrambling to get away.

"Hey!" Hiei took after his pants-napper, "Give those back!"

Okay, I must admit, I wasn't concentrating much on the sex part. I was mostly concerned with the first couple paragraphs with the description of Yuusuke. I loved writing that!

And the dialogue at the end was very cute, ne?

Anyway, have fun with your jokes this April Fools, and make sure that everyone's laughing in the end.

. . . I'm not too sure if Hiei will be laughing with Yuusuke or at Yuusuke when he catches up to him.

Ja mata!

Alastair