Scattered Pages and Blood-Ink

When Hiei slipped through Kurama’s window he refused to obey his body’s first reaction to cover his ears, to block out the awful racket that had been assaulting him from outside of Kurama’s human house. He followed the sound, knowing that none of Kurama’s human relatives were home, and found Kurama downstairs in the lounge room.

As soon as Kurama decided to acknowledge Hiei’s appearance the noise stopped. Kurama stood up straight, turned to face his companion and smiled warmly.

“Hello Hiei.” He greeted, pulling a band from his wrist to tie his hair up. It wasn’t hot, or at least not what Hiei thought would be considered hot for other people, but Kurama was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and the long sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just above his elbows. He had the lean muscles of a dancer, and the long thin fingers of a woman. He does not look like a demon at all like this, even if the eyes gave it away.

“What are you doing?” He new of course, the Jagan told him a lot of things. Kurama had been vacuuming but why they used that infernal contraption was beyond Hiei, the psychology behind it just didn’t make sense. It didn’t make you stronger, it didn’t keep you fit – in fact it looked like it hurt most humans more than anything – and it was boring. That was what money was for, to make life easy. And Kurama had more than necessary (despite his humble denials on the subject) to hire a housekeeper.

“Cleaning. Mother’s gone for the weekend. I wanted to surprise her.” He turned away from Hiei to pick up the machine, along with the hose and nozzle. Hiei followed him to the cupboard in the laundry, where Kurama stashed it away, hidden from roaming eyes.

“Are you bored, Hiei?” He asked, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge, pulling out a jug and going into one of the other cupboards for a glass.

“I can only watch humans for so long until their habits begin to disgust me.” He admitted, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking out the window above Kurama’s kitchen sink.

“You could always visit Yukina.” Kurama spoke into the glass, his eyes watching him closely. Flickering back and forth ever so slightly.

Hiei frowned. He could, but being around her was enough for now. Simply knowing where she was and that she was safe at Genkai’s temple was good enough for Hiei. Talking with her didn’t have as much appeal as it did with Kurama anyway, and Yusuke didn’t have the depth of knowledge Kurama did, although admittedly he wasn’t too painful to be around.

Kuwabara was out of the question. As good as his intentions were he was still an idiot that thought he could get close to his sister, who was asexual anyway. But then again his morals probably wouldn’t have let him taint her…

What a disturbing trail of thought.

“Let’s spar.” Hiei said, turning to face the fox.

Kurama winced and placed his glass in the sink. “I don’t know if I will have time.”

Hiei stared. “Letting your strength slip is a bad thing, Kurama. Humans are only worth so much of your time.”

“I know, I know.” He said, turning to lean against the sink and bowing his head a little, his eyes disappearing behind the curtain of his hair. “I just…” He shook his head and looked up, smiling at Hiei.

Hiei didn’t like the sadness hidden there, the longing, perhaps denial too. Hiei tilted his head and frowned, then the unbidden emotions promptly disappeared behind the wall Kurama seemed to have around him all the time.

Kurama busied himself with placing the water jug back into the fridge and wiping down the bench as Hiei watched silently, going through all of the possibilities. When Kurama made to walk past him Hiei took hold of his sleeve, stopping him. He stared straight ahead, freezing.

“Do you think you’re underappreciated Kurama?” He asked, leaning to the side slightly to see Kurama’s expression, not that he really needed too. Kurama’s energy had just shifted brutally then abruptly calmed. Kurama had tried to hide it, but had failed. The surge of twisting ki wrought with anger and sadness could have knocked a human unconscious.

He didn’t need to say anything.

He’d been around humans too long, he was beginning to garnish their weak psychology. By no means was Kurama alone, or underappreciated, and yet he felt he was alone and segregated. He had begun to get doubts about his worth, perhaps he was beginning to think that he fit better in the human world, where people fawned over him and treated him with the respect he’d never had as a thief (despite his fame). Even now the demons hated him. Called him a traitor, besides the fact that they had loved him and hated him equally before he’d fled to the humans.

Calling them both traitors was a jump in logic at best. They were only here because they faced prison, they fought in the tournament as guests, and they stayed loyal to Yusuke because of demonic principles more than the word of law; which they had both made a living out of ignoring in the past.

He shifted around to stand before Kurama, who looked deep in thought himself, perhaps berating himself for allowing such a stupid slip. It disturbed Hiei greatly; this was getting to Kurama more than it should have been.

So he did the first thing he could think of.

He pulled Kurama down and kissed him.

Kurama was startled, and didn’t do anything at first, but Hiei tugged at his lower lip and delved his tongue past his lips encouraging Kurama to join in. He did after a while, more or less challenging Hiei’s authority through the kiss, immediately the skill was evident, which Hiei always thought was amusing. A teenager with more than a few lifetimes worth of experience in sex. They stood for a while, before Kurama pulled away and Hiei moved to his neck, nipping and licking his way down his jaw to his collarbone.

“This won’t magically fix everything,” Kurama breathed, his eyebrows knitting together as his fingers clutched at Hiei’s shoulders.

“We’re not exactly normal.” He replied, determined to show Kurama in his own way that he had no need to feel as if no one thought much of him. As stupid as the insecurity was, everyone had them. Sometimes even demons… Perhaps more so demons. Only they were expressed through anger and insanity rather than the more human methods.

Kurama’s breathing had shortened and his nails dug into Hiei’s shoulders as he nipped at his neck and slowly pulled Kurama’s shirt up. They paused for a minute, lips meeting before Kurama nudged Hiei in the direction of the stairs and towards his room.

Up the stairs and into Kurama’s room, Hiei carefully positioned Kurama so that he entered first, and backed him up until he fell backwards on the bed, crawled over him. He pulled off Kurama’s shirt with some help from Kurama himself as he lifted himself up off the bed--

“Stop.”

Hiei froze, looking down at him.

Anyone who dared to say that Kurama wasn’t beautiful as a human lying. Because he was still a youko and he did still have their inherent constant air of temptation. You’d be a fool to ignore the long hair, so easy to slide fingers through, the blazing eyes that demanded attention, the red lips and the sensuous figure.

Kurama was crying. The tears slipping from his stony face like a leaking tap. Streaking down towards his ears as he stared up at Hiei, hands still tangled in the shirt halfway from his arms, close to Hiei’s chest as he straddled him.

He took a deep shaky breath and closes his eyes, shutting Hiei out for a moment.

The room was as silent as the rest of the house. Except for the small crickets outside Kurama’s window and the howl of the wind carding through the trees leaves outside.

Hiei leaned forward and licked the trail of tears away from Kurama’s temple, the tips of his fingers pressed lightly against his jaw. Then he swapped sides and soothed away the other path left by the unwanted tears, the sounds of whispering fabric filling his ears as he moved. Kurama’s blood rushing through his veins at a steady pace, negating the heartbeat that should have been there, quickens as he returned to Kurama’s lips and kissed him softly.

Kurama yielded to him as if water, swaying where he pushed and returning the touches and adventurous trails of fingertips with increasing fervor when he backed away a little.

Where has the youko gone?

He searches, pushing and prodding, encouraging. The youko are sexual beings by nature, they are insatiable, the human skin did nothing but mask his true essence.

There was a crack where the light shone through. Kurama’s wall shuddered against Hiei’s efforts.

The other demon was trying to take control, hands twisting from Hiei’s grasp, slipping down to rest at his ass. His fingers stroked in teasing lines, toying with him through the cloth. Hiei’s breath became short, mind blissfully uncaring about anything but the touches against his skin as Kurama stole all thought from him with his too skillful tongue and lips.

But no, it was backwards. Hiei was meant to be helping Kurama here. Kurama was taking over and making Hiei mindless with need and pleasure, instead of the other way around as he would have it.

Suddenly he was on his back, and Kurama was bearing down over him. His eyes were glowing.

Glowing yellow.

Son of a bitch.

Kurama grinned and leant down to rest his lips at Hiei’s ear, the heel of his palm caressing Hiei through his pants. The shock of the sudden surge of pleasure casting his head back against the sheets. He could still see Kurama’s smug grin even when he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaw as Kurama’s hot tongue traced his ear.

“You tricked me.” He growled when he could manage to take in a deep breath, starved for air, his eyes flying wide as Kurama’s other hand slipped underneath him and forced itself under his belts, fingers squeezing his ass gleefully.

“I’d like to thank the Academy.”

“What?” He gasped before a finger slipped inside him, unslicked and so, so wonderful. It forced a groan from him, his hands tightening at Kurama’s bare back. If he had nails he was sure they would be well and truly dug under his perfectly pale skin and buried deep under by now instead of leaving white marks.

“Human nonsense.” Kurama mumbled, his hand leaving Hiei’s cock to undo his belts, slipping another finger inside him while he was at it.

Hiei felt Kurama’s lips stretch into a grin when he cried out at the increased pressure inside him, stroking along the walls of his ass. He didn’t need preparation, Hiei was used to fucking by now. He was as loose as he could ever get, but Kurama said he loved the sounds that came from Hiei when the pleasure verged on not enough.

But Hiei was still angry at the youko’s sly tactics. He should have guessed. Should have known better. This was no less Youko Kurama than he had been some years ago before his death. The person himself had not changed, only his point of view on humans. Foremost his mother.

Then he was naked from the waist down and burying his hands in Kurama’s hair, the tresses twisting between his fingers and tugging Kurama’s head back a little as he clenched his hand into fists when Kurama forced himself inside Hiei. Both still partially clothed and really couldn’t care less because it simply just felt too fucking good.

Kurama was relentless. Fucking Hiei hard, without abandon. Because he knew Hiei could take it, and liked it that way. His fingers dug in too hard as he helped Hiei rise and fall, his teeth to sharp against Hiei’s shoulder, his own screams almost parallel to that of Hiei’s own.

Mindless and loving it.

When Hiei came, Kurama forced Hiei to look at him. Because he had been giving him half-assed glances the whole time they’d been in each others company and it had been annoying him.

It’s heated and angry and delirious.

Kurama’s eyes are green again. It’s probably that which made Hiei cum so hard.

The soft hair and the slightly parted, brushed lips, and the hazed eyes. The flushed face that told Hiei that he was so, so close to cuming as Hiei was cuming.

No doubt there screams could be heard from the front lawn. Far outside the house.

It amused Kurama.

Coming down from the high, they used each other as support while they caught their breath. Ecstasy humming in their veins still, limbs sluggish, blissful.

“Asshole.”

Kurama could only laugh in reply. “I can take care of myself, Hiei. I am more than capable of destroying and deceiving my enemies.”

He fixed Hiei with a pointed look and grunted a little when Hiei pushed his arms out from underneath him. Having him fall back on the mattress, Hiei still straddling him, Kurama’s cock still buried deep inside him. The shivers he felt wouldn’t go away. The pleasure refused to go.

And it wouldn’t go for a long time yet it Hiei had anything to do with it.

He’d always been curious about the rumors considering the youko’s stamina.