The Taste of Roses by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I in no way make any profit from YuYu Hakusho.

Warning: This story contains obscene language and YAIO. It is not intended for under aged readers.

Author's Note: This story has no plot to speak of so don't expect one, okay? It is just something that I cooked up to buy some time. I'm on vacation and I left all of my fanfiction projects at home. Enjoy.

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Hiei observed the red headed Kurama as he was showered with the dew from the garden flowers. The kitsune was a strange creature. He was all sensitive and delicate, the total opposite of Hiei the fire demon. Hiei did not know what it was that drew Kurama to him. Kurama followed him wherever he went. Hiei had thought that his constant presence was annoying, but in time, he came to appreciate the cheerful kitsune.

A small breeze ruffled Hiei's black crown of hair. The faint scent of roses accomplished the errant wind. Kurama. The scent belonged to Kurama. Hiei knew it well. He had grown used to it. In fact, he welcomed it. It had the odd effect of clearing his mind after a battle.

Kurama dipped his head and smelled a bright yellow blossom. An orange colored butterfly fluttered out of the bush and perched itself on top of Kurama's fiery red hair. Kurama turned to examine another fragrant flower and the butterfly flew away.

He looked so innocent. Only Hiei knew it to be a ruse. Kurama had killed thousands. But he had grown weary of death and destruction, and had chosen to remain on Earth as a mere follower of the bumbling Yusuke. Hiei still could not understand that aspect of the kitsune's complex personality.

"Hiei," Kurama's gentle voice pulled him from his thoughts. The handsome kitsune smiled at him. Hiei glowered.

Damn kitsune, he thought.

"Hiei," Kurama began, but the fire demon grunted in irritation. "What are you doing?" he inquired testily.

"Communing with nature," Kurama answered.

"Can't you commune with nature somewhere else?"

Kurama stared blankly at him. "You're awfully cranky today. What's wrong?" he asked him.

"Why are we still here, in this place with these fools? We would be better off on our own."

Kurama tilted his head and announced, "I like it here, Hiei, and you do to."

"I do not! I am tired of being one of Urameshi's sidekicks! We should return to our own kind!"

"We?" Kurama raised an eyebrow.

Hiei realized his blunder. Kurama was a kitsune, Hiei, a fire demon. They were as different as night and day. Still, Hiei felt as if they were kindred spirits. They had been in each other's company for many years. Without Kurama, Hiei would be…he would be lost and alone. Clever Kurama knew it, the bastard.

"I will not stay here a moment longer!" he announced. He turned to leave. Kurama placed his hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Let go of me, Kurama."

"I don't think that you should go, Hiei. Yusuke and the other's need us."

Hiei grabbed Kurama's wrist and squeezed. It would take very little pressure to break the kitsune's delicate bones, but Hiei refrained from doing so. "They don't need us and I don't need you!"

He struck t the handsome Kurama, then recoiled when he realized what he had done.

"Kurama…" he did not know what to say.

A bruise was quickly appearing on Kurama's cheek. The angry sight of it disturbed Hiei.

What have I done?

"Kurama, I'm-"

Tears spilled from the kitsune's eyes. One lone drop fell to the ground. A red rose magically appeared. Hiei looked at the perfect rose that had formed from Kurama's tear. He had never seen the kitsune cry. He also had never known that Kurama's tears had the ability to sprout flowers. The kitsune was truly special.

Despite Kurama's bloody past, the kitsune was still vulnerable. Hiei had hurt him. Kurama had only been trying to help.

"Kurama," Hiei grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him to him. He crushed his lips with his own and quickly darted his tongue inside of Kurama's mouth.

Kurama clutched at the small fire demon. Hiei's unpredictable action surprised him. Hiei had never shown any signs of affection or attraction towards him before. The shock made Kurama yield to Hiei's forceful touch.

He soon found himself on the ground. The aggressive Hiei tore at his clothes seeking out the kitsune's naked warmth. Kurama turned his head away from Hiei's insistent tongue. He stared up at the clouds in the sky and wondered what he had done to set off his demon companion.

"Hiei," he gently called out his name. A mistake it seemed.

"Shut up," Hiei commanded him and seized his mouth once more. Kurama could not fight him, nor did he want to. Interference on Kurama's part would not do much good. The demon intended to ravage him, plain and simple.

"Hiei," Kurama squirmed beneath the fire demon. "This is not the way to go about getting my attention."

"Fuck you Kurama," he snapped, "and yes, I will!"

Kurama sighed despondently and stiffened as Hiei disrobed using one hand.

"Like it or not kitsune, I am going to have you," he claimed.

"Is that what this is all about? You were cranky because you were horny?"

"More or less," Hiei answered gruffly.

Kurama threw his head back and laughed. Hiei clenched his teeth in anger and hooked Kurama's legs over his arms. Kurama's pale, slender body shook with mirth. It was such an irritation for the vengeful fire demon.

"Shut up, Kurama." He positioned his swollen cock against the red head's pink rosebud and roughly entered his unlubricated portal. Kurama gasped in shock and dug his fingers into Hiei's arms. Hiei pushed himself all the way in, stretching Kurama's forbidden channel with his throbbing length.

Kurama felt heavy with Hiei's invasion. He could feel Hiei's shaft pulsing inside of him, beating a tattoo of heat within him.

"H-Hiei," he stammered. Overwhelmed by his companion's thick arousal, he could do nothing but lay still as the fullness of him over powered his senses.

Surely, he thought, the fire demon is too big! He will see his error and let me be.

But the fire demon did not exit Kurama's body. He sawed in and out of him instead, pounding Kurama's hot, silken flesh.

"N-No! H-Hiei, no!" Kurama protested.

Hiei pinned Kurama's hands down. He gritted his teeth and increased his thrusts, ripping into Kurama's sleek body. Kurama's entire frame moved with each jolt.

The dew-covered grass cushioned his bare back and buttocks. The clouds moved along swiftly above them. Hiei's labored breathing filled his ears. Perspiration dotted his forehead. His brows furrowed in concentration. He was seeking his release.

Kurama bit into Hiei's ear to cease the uncontrollable fire demon, but Hiei had no intention of stopping. Kurama's body was too pleasurable for words. Blood seeped from Hiei's ear. The smell of it fueled his ardor.

"Damn you," Hiei snarled. He removed himself from the kitsune and easily rolled Kurama on to his stomach. "Fight me now, kitsune," he taunted.

Kurama struggled. Hiei laughed at his ill attempt.

"You know that I am stronger than you. Why continue to deny me what I have already taken?"

Kurama went still and answered, "What you are doing to me is being done out of hate, Hiei. I will never welcome you when you do this out of hate."

"Oh? Is that all?" Hiei raised a brow. "Well then, my friend, we shall see."

The fire demon nudged Kurama's legs apart and re-entered him from behind. His entry was just as rough as the first time, but t his time Hiei had a specific goal in mind. He re-directed his thrusts. His shaft stroked against the precious gland hidden within the kitsune's posterior. His cruel attack stole a gasp from the agitated Kurama. Kurama dug his fingers into the ground. Hiei laughed. He had the foolish red head right where he wanted him. He increased his strokes, making them long and deep. Kurama shuddered. Tendrils of pleasure coursed up his spine. His cock hardened and pressed into the grass. A drop of pre-cum oozed from its tip.

Kurama closed his eyes in shame.

Hiei sensed the kitsune's embarrassment and reached around Kurama's waist. He ran his fingertips over Kurama's silken shaft, and then collected the milk white dew from Kurama's cock head. Kurama twitched and unconsciously raised his rear to meet Hiei's punishing but pleasurable plunges.

Hiei licked the kitsune's creamy nectar from his fingers. "Mmm…I should have tried kitsune nectar years ago."

The kitsune's ears turned red.

"Perhaps I will slake my thirst right now-"

"Stop this!" Kurama pleaded. "I-I beg of you." His anal sheath fluttered over Hiei's length. The sensation overwhelmed him. He nearly fainted.

"You want me to stop?" Hiei whispered. "Fine," he stilled his movements.

Kurama's body quivered with unfulfilled need. The fire demon's thick member pulsed inside of him, burning a path of hot desire through his passage.

Kurama shook his head to clear it of every lascivious thought. However, Hiei's overly large reaction and the touch of his skin against him made it very difficult.

Kurama's green eyes darkened with lust. The scent of roses filled his nostrils.

"What is it going to be, Kurama?" Hiei pressed. He idly combed his fingers through his companion's long red hair.

Kurama fought himself mentally. His pride refused to give in, but Hiei's arrogant cock nestled so fully within him made it so difficult.

"Give in, Kurama. You know that you want to," Hiei urged.

Kurama lowered his forehead to the ground. It was an act of silent consent on his part.

"Don't blame yourself," Hiei told him. "You could not win, not against me, kitsune."

"You're a mean, bastard," Kurama spat out.

Hiei tightened his grip on Kurama's hair and replied, "Yes, but you like me that way."

He lunged into Kurama, and tugged on Kurama's beautiful mane with each powerful entry.

Kurama's mouth opened and released a loud moan. The muscles in his legs, arms and buttocks tightened as his body came alive with stimulation.

"Hiei!"

The fire demon leaned forward and licked Kurama's nape. He tasted like roses. He dipped his head again and suckled the delicate white flesh until a red mark appeared. Below him, his soft, warm, kitsune receptacle squirmed and groaned as Hiei churned inside of him.

"Hiei-!" Kurama lost his breath as white-hot heat built up within his manhood. His member felt like it was on fire. His whole body grew taut as the fire demon's constant stroking made him shudder in climax. The orgasm was so strong that he turned his head towards Hiei, seeking assurance and comfort. He had never experienced anything like this before. It was new and frightening, even for a reformed, violent kitsune like himself.

"Hiei…" his eyes were moist with tears.

Hiei lowered his mouth to Kurama's parted lips. He loosened his hold on Kurama's hair and cupped his head instead. He suckled Kurama's tongue into his mouth and gently kissed the kitsune. He caressed Kurama's slender arms and thighs. The kitsune's pliable sheath rippled over his cock -an after effect of Kurama's orgasm. Hiei moaned into Kurama's mouth. Kurama stared at him in puzzlement.

"Hiei? What's wrong?"

"Don't move," he ground out through clenched teeth.

Nevertheless, the kitsune's tight sleeve compressed against him, squeezing his swollen member.

"Kurama!"

The kitsune watched as Hiei's face contorted with both pain and pleasure. All that he had done was use his inner muscles to clasp at Hiei's root. He had done it by chance, the love caress. This new discovery about his body pushed him to try it again. Hiei inhaled sharply and threw his head back. Astounded by the fire demon's reaction, Kurama continued to torture his dark haired companion. Hiei gripped a handful of Kurama's tight flank and ground his hips into the determined kitsune. The fire demon breathed raggedly as tension began to coil within his being. Heat suffused his body.

"You never listen, do you?" he told Kurama as the kitsune pumped his hips over Hiei's turgid trunk.

Kurama looked at him over his shoulder. The raw emotion that shined in his eyes startled Hiei. Surely, Kurama wasn't serious? He couldn't possibly feel anything but disdain for Hiei, not after what he had done to him.

Still, the kitsune's eyes shined with devotion, adoration, and affection. The strength of it stunned the lonely Hiei.

"Kurama…" the words would not come. His throat felt constricted and dry. Why had one look from the kitsune turn him to jelly? He shook his head to clear it of all thoughts, but Kurama's eyes still pierced into him.

"Hiei," he said his name softly, lovingly. "Stay here, with me. Don't go. I couldn't bear it if you leave."

His gentle pleading pushed the fire demon over the edge. Hiei shuddered and closed his eyes as his body succumbed to total gratification. His cock jerked, spilling his seed within the recesses of the youthful looking Kurama. Hiei's fingers tightened on the kitsune's flesh, leaving bruises. His hot release scorched Kurama's sore bottom. He finished emptying his essence into him and shakily pulled himself free. His cum seeped from Kurama's pink, nether orifice.

Hiei collapsed beside the quiet kitsune, spent. Kurama cuddled up to him. Hiei had never cuddled up with anyone before, not even his previous lovers. Somehow, it felt right cuddling up with Kurama out in the open where anyone could see them.

He idly ran his fingers through Kurama's hair. The fragrance of roses filled his nostrils. It occurred to him that the sweet smelling, sweet tasting Kurama wanted him to stay. The thought of spending his days in the company of the loathsome Yusuke and the idiot Kuwabara made him want to leave post haste. But the pain of leaving Kurama behind was unbearable. Life would be so bleak without him.

"Will you stay?" Kurama asked.

No, Hiei was tempted to say.

For a moment, he was afraid that he had fallen for one of the kitsune's tricks. He reasoned that perhaps Kurama had somehow hypnotized him, he, the great Hiei. But the kitsune nestled up beside him looked harmless and innocent and deeply in love with him.

Hiei tipped Kurama's head up. He bestowed a kiss upon his nose, and then smiled at his rose scented lover. "Yes, I will stay, Kurama."

Tears of joy spilled from the kitsune's eyes. Hiei licked the salty drops before they could take root in the ground.

"There are enough roses in this garden to last a lifetime," he said and caressed Kurama's cheek with his knuckles.

A silent note of understanding passed through them. No words were necessary when their emotions were as strong as the scent of roses that permeated the air.

The End

Well, there it is, my first attempt at a Hiei and Kurama pairing. Please tell me what you think and if I get good reviews, I may create another, but one that contains higher quality scenarios and…stuff. ^_^