Title: Broken Vow
Show: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama/OC, Kurama/Hiei
Author: Green Bird
Disclaimer: You know how this works.
Rating: R
Note: Yaoi, angst, lemons. The song quips are (and the title is) inspired by the song 'Broken Vow' by Josh Groban. Rawr. Jumps around a lot from present to past, do not get confused. ^^ Enjoy. Yaoi-haters have been warned.
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~I close my eyes and dream of you and I and then I realize,
there's more to love than only bitterness and lies.
Though I'd give away my soul to hold you once again,
And never let those feelings end.~
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Part One: The Rules
Routine. That's pretty much all you could call it. Execute the familiar movements, go through all the motions. The smell, the textures, the taste, the sounds, even that twisted pleasure… common; useless when nothing more than lust tainted your partner.
It hadn't been hard to find another. Just a matter of days. Find one you think is attractive, follow him, ask him on what these ningens called a 'date', and be horribly sluttish the whole night. Normal situation, you'd be pinned under them by midnight. Fornication; not for anything but momentary pleasures.
Slut. His mind growled as he hit the bed, closely followed by the other. You lose one… you just go get another. Do you even know this one's name?
- Hardly. -
"Shuichi." The figure pinning him moaned through sharp breaths, whispering meaningless perversions to his beautiful catch splayed beneath him.
Well at least he knows yours.
Their mouths tangled, one blinded by desire, the other; following directions.
Just another notch in his headboard. The youko thought, one of the things one should not be doing in this situation. He's had a few. Just like me I guess. Though I better be a big notch. Bagging the famous kitsune was not something many could brag about, but ningens didn't know anything about that… the main reason why he'd chosen one.
Hot kisses outlined his collarbone and worked their way up his jaw line. There was pressure and a slight prick of pain as he was prepared to be had. Terribly strong heat. A bite at his ear. Weight being shifted. An inquiry…
"Are you alright?"
"Hn…"
Baka, at least react when he does something… he is trying.
- But I don't love him. –
Hiei never loved you, you never cared about it when you were with him.
- He was my friend. –
You were his toy.
The two pains came at once. One from his nameless lover exercising his right, the other from his own scolding mind. He closed his eyes tightly and turned away, letting a small pain-filled chirp escape.
The movement inside him ceased at the sound. Fingers, moist from previous activity, touched his cheek turning him back toward his partner's face. The pad of a thumb brushed away a small pearling tear.
"Am I hurting you?" The voice was so soft, concerned, something the kitsune was not accustomed to. Kurama mouthed something not even to be considered an answer. Wide, glowing emerald eyes gazed into slightly familiar-looking ones. He wrapped his hand around his lover's head, feeling the soft unruly black hair.
If you cannot have the original, then get a look-alike. No wonder I chose this one, although he's a bit taller, he still looks so much like…
Unsure of the redhead's reaction, the young man withdrew slightly. Much to his surprise, strong legs clamped around his waist.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Kurama shook his head fitfully. – Just pretend…- Arms encircled the dark-haired boy, nails drawing light red lines down his back. – He's Hiei…- He pressed his hips upward, taking him in once more as he pulled his lover's head down, their mouths meeting in a steamy kiss.
-…and that he loves you too. -
. . .
Harsh red digital numbers flared from the clock on the bedside table. Their irritated flashing keeping the sensitive youko awake. Yawning casually, Kurama turned himself over on the pillow to glare at the one sleeping soundly next to him.
Finally after several minutes of contemplating, he remembered his name. Koate Hinsma. Messy black hair was spread over his forehead, having been pasted there by a layer of now gone perspiration.
You really surprised him… he'll be sleeping for a long time. A quizzical face stared at the youth. He's nice. I might keep this one after all.
Originally the plan had been this: find one, release sexual tension, leave, never see again, repeat as much as necessary. It was horribly shallow. Very cruel. Koate would have given him his number in the morning, expecting a call, wanting to see this rare flower of a thing that had so unexpectedly stumbled upon him. Soft, brilliant, beautiful. One that he would never feast his eyes on again…
No. He thought after a moment. I'm going to keep him. Kurama ignored the ignorance in his voice. If he wants me, then I will have him.
The figure sighed softly, his body stretched out odd to avoid any wet spots they had created on his bed sheets.
You could have at least found a female… for your mother's sake.
- Old habits die hard. -
He smiled as he gazed upon a smooth face; the skin not creased by a frown neither a smile. But simply peaceful. My, they're cute when they sleep. Pale thin fingers ran over a soft cheek. The very tips tickling warm skin. He let a digit run along his lower lip, the lush mouth slightly parted, almost begging to be kissed. So he did.
It was a soft brushing of skin, hardly what you'd call a kiss. But it was enough to make those dark eyes flutter open and peer at him. Koate pushed his head slightly forward, bumping noses with the youko. A smile split those precious lips and his face seemed to brighten with it.
"Hey Shuichi." Came his soft dozy murmur. "Sup?"
"I can't sleep."
"Oh." The boy shifted off of his stomach onto his side. He raised one of his arms, beckoning to him.
He can't be…
"Well come here." That smile never faded. "Just try this for a while."
Hesitantly Kurama inched into welcoming arms, unsure at first. But when Koate let out a soft sigh, his breath against his ear, and closed his arms around him he found himself nestling against the boy's bare flesh. He could feel Koate rub his nose into his silky locks, and warm hands caressed his back gently. Not in a sexual way… this was strange, this was new. The boy was doing this not for himself; for he had been comfortable. He was doing it simply for Kurama's comfort.
"Ah…" The youko squeaked onto the raven-haired boy's throat. This feeling… it was wonderful.
He felt the boy snicker slightly. "You're adorable when you do that." He muttered. His eyes were closed and he had his face pleasantly buried into Kurama's hair.
I'm adorable? He felt as if he was glowing. He pressed himself closer to this wonderful warmth that was encircling him, feeling his new lover tighten his grip around him. You're mine… all mine. You're so warm, so warm to me. Why are you so warm when he was so cold?
His eyes were heavy. Sleep was inevitable. A looming wave that slowly swallowed him, pulling him under. Those last words drifting in the tide…
He was so cold.
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* * *
~two weeks prior~
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Kurama had been sitting at his desk, chewing on his pencil peevishly as he glared irritated at the clean paper in front of him. Not that the subject that his ningen high school teacher had given him was difficult… after all, how difficult was it to write an outline of 'Hamlet'? The youko had read the play in less than three hours, finding that the works of a human could indeed be very intriguing. No, it wasn't that. He just seemed to lack any… motivation.
For the third time in ten minutes he side-glanced at his open window the he hoped would harvest his muse… and to his dismay, nothing had changed. The window was open wide even though it was autumn and the air was crisp and cold. He hoped that a certain someone would drop in to avoid sleeping outside in the frigid weather.
He'd be able to handle it; he is part koorime. The fox tapped his pen against the desk, causing a small dot of ink to appear. Sighing mundanely he leant back into a shadowed figure's arms.
A smile split his face as Hiei's hands slipped down his chest. Kurama tilted his head back and kissed him lightly.
"I thought you weren't going to come." He whispered, taking his smaller lover's mouth in another kiss. Hiei growled what he supposed was an answer. The youko swiveled about in his desk chair, touching the fire demon's cheek lightly when the kiss was broken and peered over to his door, checking to see if it was locked. He then glanced at his clock. It was late enough; his ningen mother would be asleep by now.
That was rule one in the demons' relationship. Secrecy. Although it would hardly be hard to figure out that the two were entwined, they never touched in public, least, they never tried.
As Kurama checked the time, Hiei drew off his cloak and scarf, casting them aside into a corner. He then stood wordlessly in front of the fox, arms crossed, like a stubborn child demanding attention.
Kurama gave him a quizzeled look, trying his hardest to seem adorable. It worked splendidly because in a moment the small demon was in the chair with him pressing their lips in a possessive kiss and straddling Kurama's legs.
The youko wrapped his arms around him, pale fingers burying themselves into silky black hair. Rule number two… the both of them had to agree before any intimacy. It was quite obvious that the youkai was in the mood, and Kurama (being Kurama) could get there quickly enough.
Hiei was not one for foreplay, irritated with their pace he bit the kitsune's lip.
"Rrrrggghh." Kurama muttered, trying to get his lip back. "Ow! You're so impatient."
"Shut up." Hiei growled, pulling red hair away from a tender neck. Gently he nipped at the soft skin, running his tongue along his jaw line and sucking on his earlobe. Kurama grinned and leaned into the fire demon's ravishing of his neck whose hands were now struggling with his shirt. After several attempts at a rather difficult button he gasped and pulled back, leaving a delicious red mark on his koi's neck.
"How the hell do you get this damn thing off?" He glared at the shirt loathingly, as it had dared to interrupt him.
"For crying out loud." Kurama unbuttoned his shirt, shifting in the chair to try to remove his arms from the constricting sleeves. The smaller demon gripped onto the armrests of the desk chair to avoid falling ungracefully to the floor.
"There we go!" The white wad of cloth was hurled across the room to land on the floor. I'll have to remember to clean up later. It was unnatural for him to be messy.
"Good." Hiei peeled his off his tank, revealing his pleasantly toned chest.
Oh Gods. The youko leaned in, letting his tongue trace the demon's predominant collarbone. Hiei hissed and ran his hands through the fox's crimson tresses. Under their weight, the chair squeaked and shuttered.
"We're gunna break it." Kurama pulled away, glancing worriedly at the shuttering piece of furniture they were perched upon.
"Then let's move to somewhere… more ment for this sort of thing."
Not needing a second bidding Kurama hooked his hands under Hiei's thighs and hoisted the smaller demon up as he stood. He wrapped his legs around him, murmuring slightly as the youko made the five steps to his bed.
Having Hiei blocking his view Kurama miscalculated the distance, knees hit the edge of the mattress and he fell onto it, pinning Hiei underneath him. The mistake was obvious and the smaller demon let out an irritated gasp, struggling hard to get out from under the youko.
"Ah, sorry." Kurama rolled off him quickly, drawing away.
"Right you are." Hiei hissed, the fox was unable to tell if there was a joking air about it. But the mishap was soon forgiven, as Hiei snarled and almost playfully tackled him back onto the comforter, trying hard to shed them both of the rest of their intruding clothes.
That was the third rule; don't restrict Hiei. The fire demon hated being held or pinned, something that the youko enjoyed greatly. Kurama often found himself breaching that rule more often than the others.
Oh well.
Hiei was biting Kurama's shoulder, an affectionate growl bubbling out of him. The youko hissed and licked his ear, one thing that drove him crazy. The smaller demon released his hold of the soft flesh and pressed him further down into the mattress, eyes sparkling.
"You're going to pay for that."
Kurama couldn't hide his amusement. "Oh, am I?" Giggling he licked the tip of the youkai's nose, wide red eyes blinking curiously at him. "How so?"
.
. . .
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The moon was out giving Suichhi's room a pleasant blue glow. It was warm underneath his blankets now with another body to heat them. He had pulled the sheets up to his throat and was nestled close to his smaller lover, carefully draping his arm across a smooth chest. Kurama lay just inches away from Hiei, gazing dolefully at his profile, his black hair almost sapphire in the light.
Through the dead still Kurama heard his heart beating. A gentle thumping rippling through him as he heard it. He's so perfect. And he's all mine. The fox inhaled his scent. This moment…so ephemeral. I need it to last. I need him to know it…
-It'll be dangerous.-
I don't care, he needs to hear it, and I need him to.
The demon's breathing was shallow and too quick for him to be asleep.
"Hiei?" He bumped his forehead against his shoulder.
"Hn?"
It's now or never Kurama.
"Ai shiteru."
Under his palm he could feel muscles tense. A minute crawled by. Oh no. The youko began to tremble. Please don't be mad… please. I just wanted to tell you. I just...
The sheets slipped slightly away as Hiei pulled out of his grasp and retreated to the end of the bed. His mass of black hair bowed with his head he sat on the very edge.
Kurama pulled himself up, white satin falling away from his bare chest. He moved forward. "Hiei, don't…" Fingertips brushed against the luminous skin of the fire demon's back. The youkai flinched and jerked sharply away, two blazing red eyes glaring in disgust at the red-haired one.
"Don't touch me!" He snarled, showing gleaming peaked teeth. "Don't you ever touch me!" Hiei stood, staring at Kurama in horror and anger.
"Why are you so…"
"Baka Kitsune!" He hissed furiously, grabbing his garments from the sash of the bed where they had fallen. The blankets came with it and he darted away from them as if they were trying to bite.
Kurama jumped up from his bed, wrapping the sheets around his waist to contain some dignity. Hiei was linking his belts about himself, the sheath of his sword slapping against his hip.
"Please Hiei, I didn't… I…"
Metal sliding against leather. The katana was out and its tip danced at the youko's throat. Kurama was trembling in fear, Hiei in anger.
"You didn't what kitsune? Didn't mean it?!"
And in an instant his fear was gone, and he stood strait, unafraid of the glistening blade that threatened him. The youko leveled his eyes with the smaller one. His voice was unbroken as he spoke.
"No, Hiei, I ment it. I mean it even if you'll impale me for it. Ai shiteru Hiei."
Garnet eyes widened in surprise at the statement. The katana was sheathed quickly. There was a swirl of ebony fabric as Hiei threw his cloak over his shoulders and kicked open the window.
The autumn air stung both of them as they stood in its blast; their hair flying… it seemed almost picturesque…it would have been, if it wasn't for Hiei's face. All beauty had fled from it in the onslaught of anger.
The demon placed an ill-fitted boot on the window's sill and glared at Kurama. The wind's hissing was almost as cold and frigid as his own.
"You are human, you are weak. Don't come near me again Youko."
And with a breath he was gone, a shadow darting from treetop to treetop, heading back to the Makai.
In the calmest most non-challont way possible the window was closed, locked, and the bed was redressed. Kurama stood there at the foot of it. The pattern of the blanket, a rose, fitting for him, the red had faded to a subtle pink, and several patches had been sewn over tears that had been made in its youth. Old. Perhaps as old as he. Wait… no. Baka. You're over four-hundred. Stupid impulsive thoughts.
His body shuttered. It was cold. His chest began to swell. Be strong.
Kurama curled himself underneath the large feather down blanket that he pulled up from the floor. The pillow was cool against his burning face, which was clenched hard to try to prevent the inevitable. The wall had been splintered, the dam was to break. One tear leaked from glassy eyes. Two. Five. A river.
Kurama let out a soft gasping wail, hardly audible, but heartbreaking. The kitsune clasped his mouth to stop from screaming as he buried himself under the covers. Those angry red eyes flashed at him from that beautiful face, hatred shining in them. Oh no. What have I done?
It was simple. He had broken the fragile base of the demons' relationship;
Rule number four…never say
'I love you.'
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*~ TBC ~*
Show: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama/OC, Kurama/Hiei
Author: Green Bird
Disclaimer: You know how this works.
Rating: R
Note: Yaoi, angst, lemons. The song quips are (and the title is) inspired by the song 'Broken Vow' by Josh Groban. Rawr. Jumps around a lot from present to past, do not get confused. ^^ Enjoy. Yaoi-haters have been warned.
.
~I close my eyes and dream of you and I and then I realize,
there's more to love than only bitterness and lies.
Though I'd give away my soul to hold you once again,
And never let those feelings end.~
.
Part One: The Rules
Routine. That's pretty much all you could call it. Execute the familiar movements, go through all the motions. The smell, the textures, the taste, the sounds, even that twisted pleasure… common; useless when nothing more than lust tainted your partner.
It hadn't been hard to find another. Just a matter of days. Find one you think is attractive, follow him, ask him on what these ningens called a 'date', and be horribly sluttish the whole night. Normal situation, you'd be pinned under them by midnight. Fornication; not for anything but momentary pleasures.
Slut. His mind growled as he hit the bed, closely followed by the other. You lose one… you just go get another. Do you even know this one's name?
- Hardly. -
"Shuichi." The figure pinning him moaned through sharp breaths, whispering meaningless perversions to his beautiful catch splayed beneath him.
Well at least he knows yours.
Their mouths tangled, one blinded by desire, the other; following directions.
Just another notch in his headboard. The youko thought, one of the things one should not be doing in this situation. He's had a few. Just like me I guess. Though I better be a big notch. Bagging the famous kitsune was not something many could brag about, but ningens didn't know anything about that… the main reason why he'd chosen one.
Hot kisses outlined his collarbone and worked their way up his jaw line. There was pressure and a slight prick of pain as he was prepared to be had. Terribly strong heat. A bite at his ear. Weight being shifted. An inquiry…
"Are you alright?"
"Hn…"
Baka, at least react when he does something… he is trying.
- But I don't love him. –
Hiei never loved you, you never cared about it when you were with him.
- He was my friend. –
You were his toy.
The two pains came at once. One from his nameless lover exercising his right, the other from his own scolding mind. He closed his eyes tightly and turned away, letting a small pain-filled chirp escape.
The movement inside him ceased at the sound. Fingers, moist from previous activity, touched his cheek turning him back toward his partner's face. The pad of a thumb brushed away a small pearling tear.
"Am I hurting you?" The voice was so soft, concerned, something the kitsune was not accustomed to. Kurama mouthed something not even to be considered an answer. Wide, glowing emerald eyes gazed into slightly familiar-looking ones. He wrapped his hand around his lover's head, feeling the soft unruly black hair.
If you cannot have the original, then get a look-alike. No wonder I chose this one, although he's a bit taller, he still looks so much like…
Unsure of the redhead's reaction, the young man withdrew slightly. Much to his surprise, strong legs clamped around his waist.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Kurama shook his head fitfully. – Just pretend…- Arms encircled the dark-haired boy, nails drawing light red lines down his back. – He's Hiei…- He pressed his hips upward, taking him in once more as he pulled his lover's head down, their mouths meeting in a steamy kiss.
-…and that he loves you too. -
Harsh red digital numbers flared from the clock on the bedside table. Their irritated flashing keeping the sensitive youko awake. Yawning casually, Kurama turned himself over on the pillow to glare at the one sleeping soundly next to him.
Finally after several minutes of contemplating, he remembered his name. Koate Hinsma. Messy black hair was spread over his forehead, having been pasted there by a layer of now gone perspiration.
You really surprised him… he'll be sleeping for a long time. A quizzical face stared at the youth. He's nice. I might keep this one after all.
Originally the plan had been this: find one, release sexual tension, leave, never see again, repeat as much as necessary. It was horribly shallow. Very cruel. Koate would have given him his number in the morning, expecting a call, wanting to see this rare flower of a thing that had so unexpectedly stumbled upon him. Soft, brilliant, beautiful. One that he would never feast his eyes on again…
No. He thought after a moment. I'm going to keep him. Kurama ignored the ignorance in his voice. If he wants me, then I will have him.
The figure sighed softly, his body stretched out odd to avoid any wet spots they had created on his bed sheets.
You could have at least found a female… for your mother's sake.
- Old habits die hard. -
He smiled as he gazed upon a smooth face; the skin not creased by a frown neither a smile. But simply peaceful. My, they're cute when they sleep. Pale thin fingers ran over a soft cheek. The very tips tickling warm skin. He let a digit run along his lower lip, the lush mouth slightly parted, almost begging to be kissed. So he did.
It was a soft brushing of skin, hardly what you'd call a kiss. But it was enough to make those dark eyes flutter open and peer at him. Koate pushed his head slightly forward, bumping noses with the youko. A smile split those precious lips and his face seemed to brighten with it.
"Hey Shuichi." Came his soft dozy murmur. "Sup?"
"I can't sleep."
"Oh." The boy shifted off of his stomach onto his side. He raised one of his arms, beckoning to him.
He can't be…
"Well come here." That smile never faded. "Just try this for a while."
Hesitantly Kurama inched into welcoming arms, unsure at first. But when Koate let out a soft sigh, his breath against his ear, and closed his arms around him he found himself nestling against the boy's bare flesh. He could feel Koate rub his nose into his silky locks, and warm hands caressed his back gently. Not in a sexual way… this was strange, this was new. The boy was doing this not for himself; for he had been comfortable. He was doing it simply for Kurama's comfort.
"Ah…" The youko squeaked onto the raven-haired boy's throat. This feeling… it was wonderful.
He felt the boy snicker slightly. "You're adorable when you do that." He muttered. His eyes were closed and he had his face pleasantly buried into Kurama's hair.
I'm adorable? He felt as if he was glowing. He pressed himself closer to this wonderful warmth that was encircling him, feeling his new lover tighten his grip around him. You're mine… all mine. You're so warm, so warm to me. Why are you so warm when he was so cold?
His eyes were heavy. Sleep was inevitable. A looming wave that slowly swallowed him, pulling him under. Those last words drifting in the tide…
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~two weeks prior~
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Kurama had been sitting at his desk, chewing on his pencil peevishly as he glared irritated at the clean paper in front of him. Not that the subject that his ningen high school teacher had given him was difficult… after all, how difficult was it to write an outline of 'Hamlet'? The youko had read the play in less than three hours, finding that the works of a human could indeed be very intriguing. No, it wasn't that. He just seemed to lack any… motivation.
For the third time in ten minutes he side-glanced at his open window the he hoped would harvest his muse… and to his dismay, nothing had changed. The window was open wide even though it was autumn and the air was crisp and cold. He hoped that a certain someone would drop in to avoid sleeping outside in the frigid weather.
He'd be able to handle it; he is part koorime. The fox tapped his pen against the desk, causing a small dot of ink to appear. Sighing mundanely he leant back into a shadowed figure's arms.
A smile split his face as Hiei's hands slipped down his chest. Kurama tilted his head back and kissed him lightly.
"I thought you weren't going to come." He whispered, taking his smaller lover's mouth in another kiss. Hiei growled what he supposed was an answer. The youko swiveled about in his desk chair, touching the fire demon's cheek lightly when the kiss was broken and peered over to his door, checking to see if it was locked. He then glanced at his clock. It was late enough; his ningen mother would be asleep by now.
That was rule one in the demons' relationship. Secrecy. Although it would hardly be hard to figure out that the two were entwined, they never touched in public, least, they never tried.
As Kurama checked the time, Hiei drew off his cloak and scarf, casting them aside into a corner. He then stood wordlessly in front of the fox, arms crossed, like a stubborn child demanding attention.
Kurama gave him a quizzeled look, trying his hardest to seem adorable. It worked splendidly because in a moment the small demon was in the chair with him pressing their lips in a possessive kiss and straddling Kurama's legs.
The youko wrapped his arms around him, pale fingers burying themselves into silky black hair. Rule number two… the both of them had to agree before any intimacy. It was quite obvious that the youkai was in the mood, and Kurama (being Kurama) could get there quickly enough.
Hiei was not one for foreplay, irritated with their pace he bit the kitsune's lip.
"Rrrrggghh." Kurama muttered, trying to get his lip back. "Ow! You're so impatient."
"Shut up." Hiei growled, pulling red hair away from a tender neck. Gently he nipped at the soft skin, running his tongue along his jaw line and sucking on his earlobe. Kurama grinned and leaned into the fire demon's ravishing of his neck whose hands were now struggling with his shirt. After several attempts at a rather difficult button he gasped and pulled back, leaving a delicious red mark on his koi's neck.
"How the hell do you get this damn thing off?" He glared at the shirt loathingly, as it had dared to interrupt him.
"For crying out loud." Kurama unbuttoned his shirt, shifting in the chair to try to remove his arms from the constricting sleeves. The smaller demon gripped onto the armrests of the desk chair to avoid falling ungracefully to the floor.
"There we go!" The white wad of cloth was hurled across the room to land on the floor. I'll have to remember to clean up later. It was unnatural for him to be messy.
"Good." Hiei peeled his off his tank, revealing his pleasantly toned chest.
Oh Gods. The youko leaned in, letting his tongue trace the demon's predominant collarbone. Hiei hissed and ran his hands through the fox's crimson tresses. Under their weight, the chair squeaked and shuttered.
"We're gunna break it." Kurama pulled away, glancing worriedly at the shuttering piece of furniture they were perched upon.
"Then let's move to somewhere… more ment for this sort of thing."
Not needing a second bidding Kurama hooked his hands under Hiei's thighs and hoisted the smaller demon up as he stood. He wrapped his legs around him, murmuring slightly as the youko made the five steps to his bed.
Having Hiei blocking his view Kurama miscalculated the distance, knees hit the edge of the mattress and he fell onto it, pinning Hiei underneath him. The mistake was obvious and the smaller demon let out an irritated gasp, struggling hard to get out from under the youko.
"Ah, sorry." Kurama rolled off him quickly, drawing away.
"Right you are." Hiei hissed, the fox was unable to tell if there was a joking air about it. But the mishap was soon forgiven, as Hiei snarled and almost playfully tackled him back onto the comforter, trying hard to shed them both of the rest of their intruding clothes.
That was the third rule; don't restrict Hiei. The fire demon hated being held or pinned, something that the youko enjoyed greatly. Kurama often found himself breaching that rule more often than the others.
Oh well.
Hiei was biting Kurama's shoulder, an affectionate growl bubbling out of him. The youko hissed and licked his ear, one thing that drove him crazy. The smaller demon released his hold of the soft flesh and pressed him further down into the mattress, eyes sparkling.
"You're going to pay for that."
Kurama couldn't hide his amusement. "Oh, am I?" Giggling he licked the tip of the youkai's nose, wide red eyes blinking curiously at him. "How so?"
.
.
The moon was out giving Suichhi's room a pleasant blue glow. It was warm underneath his blankets now with another body to heat them. He had pulled the sheets up to his throat and was nestled close to his smaller lover, carefully draping his arm across a smooth chest. Kurama lay just inches away from Hiei, gazing dolefully at his profile, his black hair almost sapphire in the light.
Through the dead still Kurama heard his heart beating. A gentle thumping rippling through him as he heard it. He's so perfect. And he's all mine. The fox inhaled his scent. This moment…so ephemeral. I need it to last. I need him to know it…
-It'll be dangerous.-
I don't care, he needs to hear it, and I need him to.
The demon's breathing was shallow and too quick for him to be asleep.
"Hiei?" He bumped his forehead against his shoulder.
"Hn?"
It's now or never Kurama.
"Ai shiteru."
Under his palm he could feel muscles tense. A minute crawled by. Oh no. The youko began to tremble. Please don't be mad… please. I just wanted to tell you. I just...
The sheets slipped slightly away as Hiei pulled out of his grasp and retreated to the end of the bed. His mass of black hair bowed with his head he sat on the very edge.
Kurama pulled himself up, white satin falling away from his bare chest. He moved forward. "Hiei, don't…" Fingertips brushed against the luminous skin of the fire demon's back. The youkai flinched and jerked sharply away, two blazing red eyes glaring in disgust at the red-haired one.
"Don't touch me!" He snarled, showing gleaming peaked teeth. "Don't you ever touch me!" Hiei stood, staring at Kurama in horror and anger.
"Why are you so…"
"Baka Kitsune!" He hissed furiously, grabbing his garments from the sash of the bed where they had fallen. The blankets came with it and he darted away from them as if they were trying to bite.
Kurama jumped up from his bed, wrapping the sheets around his waist to contain some dignity. Hiei was linking his belts about himself, the sheath of his sword slapping against his hip.
"Please Hiei, I didn't… I…"
Metal sliding against leather. The katana was out and its tip danced at the youko's throat. Kurama was trembling in fear, Hiei in anger.
"You didn't what kitsune? Didn't mean it?!"
And in an instant his fear was gone, and he stood strait, unafraid of the glistening blade that threatened him. The youko leveled his eyes with the smaller one. His voice was unbroken as he spoke.
"No, Hiei, I ment it. I mean it even if you'll impale me for it. Ai shiteru Hiei."
Garnet eyes widened in surprise at the statement. The katana was sheathed quickly. There was a swirl of ebony fabric as Hiei threw his cloak over his shoulders and kicked open the window.
The autumn air stung both of them as they stood in its blast; their hair flying… it seemed almost picturesque…it would have been, if it wasn't for Hiei's face. All beauty had fled from it in the onslaught of anger.
The demon placed an ill-fitted boot on the window's sill and glared at Kurama. The wind's hissing was almost as cold and frigid as his own.
"You are human, you are weak. Don't come near me again Youko."
And with a breath he was gone, a shadow darting from treetop to treetop, heading back to the Makai.
In the calmest most non-challont way possible the window was closed, locked, and the bed was redressed. Kurama stood there at the foot of it. The pattern of the blanket, a rose, fitting for him, the red had faded to a subtle pink, and several patches had been sewn over tears that had been made in its youth. Old. Perhaps as old as he. Wait… no. Baka. You're over four-hundred. Stupid impulsive thoughts.
His body shuttered. It was cold. His chest began to swell. Be strong.
Kurama curled himself underneath the large feather down blanket that he pulled up from the floor. The pillow was cool against his burning face, which was clenched hard to try to prevent the inevitable. The wall had been splintered, the dam was to break. One tear leaked from glassy eyes. Two. Five. A river.
Kurama let out a soft gasping wail, hardly audible, but heartbreaking. The kitsune clasped his mouth to stop from screaming as he buried himself under the covers. Those angry red eyes flashed at him from that beautiful face, hatred shining in them. Oh no. What have I done?
It was simple. He had broken the fragile base of the demons' relationship;
Rule number four…never say
'I love you.'
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