Pairing: Hiei/Kurama with light Yomi/Kurama

Rating: M for porn

World: AU-ish

Submitted by: Sekahyyh (I hope you like it!)

Ruby

Yomi, Lord of the region of Gandara was possessed of one of the Makai's most well known treasures. This, unlike most other treasures, was not a material thing. It was not something that was hidden away in a chest.

No, Yomi liked to show this treasure off. He held great feasts in his palace, where the treasure was the centerpiece of the meal.

She was called the Ruby of Gandara, this treasure. She was a prisoner of a battle that Yomi had won, a gifted dancer and singer with a husky voice. Civilized demons came from miles around to watch the Ruby dance her way around the dining hall of the palace and to listen to her songs. They said that the sway of her hips was enough to make a demon give up his honor.

Lady Mukuro of Alaric had avoided this display for as long as she could. She didn't believe in taking prisoners and making them perform for the pleasure of others. There were whispers that this was because of the lady's own troubled past, and she made no move to correct them.

But now she needed to discuss business with the arrogant lord, meaning that she had to travel to his lands. Of course she towed her heir along with her. If she had to sit through Yomi's tasteless show, then so did he.

And of course he complained about it the whole way there.

"I don't see why I have to come with you on this ridiculous errand," the heir complained. He was a short, surly demon, known as the Forbidden Child in some circles.

"Because, Hiei, you need to learn how to handle things like this if you are going to some day take my job."

The large bug like structure that they traveled in rumbled along as they neared Yomi's palace.

Yomi smirked as he listened to his servants clear away dinner. They had discussed the business Mukuro had come there for, and now it was time for entertainment.

"Mukuro, as I am sure you know, Gandara boasts excellent entertainment for dinners such as these," the blind demon began.

The lady demon snorted. "Everyone knows that, Yomi. I've often wondered what a blind fool like you could want with a pretty thing like your Ruby."

"Oh come now, Mukuro, you don't want to deprive me of all the beauty in my life, do you? My Ruby brings joy to my life, even if I can't see her."

Mukuro rolled her eyes. "Sounds like exploitation to me."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You get your pretty dancing girl to come out here and sashay her way around the room. Then you use that to get the upper hand on whoever you're dining with."

Yomi chuckled. "I admit to nothing. Still, even if you are violently opposed to my form of entertainment, I am sure your heir will enjoy the show."

Hiei rolled his eyes. "Do not assume anything about me, Yomi," he snapped.

Instead of responding, Yomi just clapped his hands.

From the corners of the dining hall, demon servants began to play instruments. The song was slow and twisting, with drum beats and bells. The lights in the hall dimmed, and from behind a curtain arrived the Ruby.

Even Mukuro had to admit that she was beautiful.

Haunting green eyes surveyed the room as the Ruby rotated her hips in time to the music. Long hair in a vibrant red hue spilled out from a scarf wrapped in pearls that covered her head. She was arrayed in a jumble of jewelry: a gold choker at her throat that was hung with a gold medallion, gold bangles jangled as she moved her arms, and pearl drop earrings glinted in her ears.

Her slender body was clothed in what had to be silk. A white top covered the Ruby's chest, but left her midriff exposed. She wore gray fingerless gloves that were scalloped in black. Resting on her slim, but shapely hips was a skirt that matched the gloves. Sheer white pants finished the ensemble. A curved blade was in a sheath at her waist, and Hiei found himself wondering if it was part of the act or if it was a real weapon.

The music changed then, striking a faster tempo. The Ruby's hips sped up with it. Her arms went up over her head and she turned around in a circle, letting the room get a good view of her waist and gyrating hips.

From there she transitioned into belly rolls, small cymbals on her long fingers with the scarlet painted nails. She popped her hips from side to side, punctuating each pop with a clap from the cymbals.

Her arms went out at her sides as she danced, each movement flowing into the next. She raised her eyes and smiled at Mukuro, winking at the sympathetic look she was getting from the lady demon. Those deep green orbs met Hiei's red ones and held.

Hiei's breath caught as the Ruby looked at him. He didn't see the gyrations anymore, only those luminous eyes. They never left his, so Hiei went to work trying to decipher the emotions he found there.

On the surface there was lust, but he could tell that it was fake. He quickly realized that people saw what the Ruby wanted them to see and nothing more. Well, she would soon find out that he was the exception to that. He tried to probe at her with the Jagan, but it was clear that the dancer had her own powers which blocked his scrutiny. He raised an eyebrow at the lovely dancer, challenging her to some game he hadn't even defined yet.

She smirked and inclined her head as she danced, clearly accepting.

Mukuro watched this exchange with her head cocked. She was not used to her heir displaying interest in others. Not even pretty others like this Ruby. But then, he could see things that she could not, so perhaps there was more to Yomi's prized possession than she knew.

Hiei was unaware of his employer's scrutiny as she watched the Ruby. He let his eyes shift down to the weapon at her hip and then back up to her eyes.

She smiled softly and nodded to one of the musicians. The music changed again, taking on a deeper, more seductive tone.

The Ruby removed her finger cymbals, letting them clatter to the floor in perfect time. Her graceful hands went to her waist, and unsheathed the blade that Hiei recognized as a scimitar.

The blade was sharp, the fire demon could see that from his seat. He could also see that the dancer knew the proper way to hold it. She shot a grin at Hiei, and then balanced the weapon on her hip as she continued to roll her stomach and move her arms in time to the beat of the music.

She turned in a slow circle with the blade remaining perfectly balanced.

Hiei's gaze on her wasn't even broken when Mukuro burst into applause at his side. "I've got to say, Yomi," she remarked, "I don't approve of what you're doing with her, but your Ruby has an incredible talent."

Yomi smiled. "She does at that." He clapped again, and the music stopped. "Sing for our guests, my dear," he said.

She rolled her eyes, but the Ruby sheathed her weapon. "Yes, my lord," she murmured, her voice a husky alto. "Do you have something in mind?" she asked.

Yomi shook his head. "Choose what you will."

The Ruby nodded and crossed over to one of the musicians. She glanced back at Hiei, then smiled and whispered something in the musician's ear. He inclined his head and began to play, the others following his lead.

She sashayed her way back to the middle of the room and closed her eyes. She opened her mouth and began to sing and soft and haunting song:

Hontou ni taisetsu na mono igai subete sutete

shimaetara ii no ni ne

genjitsu wa tada zankoku de

Hito wa minna kanashii kara

wasurete yuku ikimono dakedo

Itsuka eien no nemuri ni tsuku hi made

dou ka sono egao ga

taema naku aru you ni

Tadoritsuitan da ne

As she sang, she opened her eyes and stared directly at Hiei. The final note rang out through the hall, and the Ruby dropped her shielding.

Hiei's eyes widened as he realized just what this Ruby was.

Mukuro clapped enthusiastically as the music ended, and Yomi got to his feet. "You are dismissed, my dear," he said.

With one last fleeting look, the dancer turned and ran. Find me, he said in Hiei's mind.

Kurama sighed as he let himself into his rooms in Yomi's large palace. What the hell had he been thinking? He'd been in Yomi's possession for decades now, and he had never done anything like he had done that night.

He'd revealed himself. To a perfect stranger. Well, Kurama thought with a wry twist of his lips, I've revealed myself to strangers before. Just not… No one except Yomi knew that he wasn't really a pretty dancing girl.

The fact that he was a male was a secret buried carefully under silks and shimmying hips. Until now. Yomi would be furious if he knew, but luckily Kurama knew he was blind in more ways than one. Yomi assumed that Kurama's appearance and dress was enough to fool people into believing that he was a female. He knew nothing of the shielding that Kurama used to keep telepaths and psychics from guessing the truth.

Kurama couldn't say what it had been about Mukuro's heir - Hiei he corrected himself- that had led him to do something so dangerous. Perhaps it had been the way that the shorter demon ignored the seductive dance moves and instead focused on his eyes. Maybe it was the look in those crimson eyes that so often mirrored his own.

He wondered if Hiei would be intrigued enough to follow him.

Shaking his head and resolving not to think about any longer, Kurama began the process of preparing himself for bed.

Yomi never came to him on nights when he performed. Kurama assumed it was some kind of reward. A 'you entertained my guests enough for me to get what I want, so I won't force myself on you tonight' kind of thing.

That suited Kurama fine. He found the blind demon to be a repulsive and lacking lover.

Knowing it would be sometime before he was called on to play the role of the Ruby again, Kurama removed the paint from his fingernails. He traded his silk clothing for a simple sleeping shirt and brushed out his hair.

He was about to turn out the light when something like a burst of wind whipped through the room. Kurama could have sworn he'd seen the door open, but…his minimal awareness kicked in and he turned his head to see Hiei leaning against the wall.

"You're not supposed to be here," Kurama warned, a smirk breaking over his face involuntarily.

Hiei shrugged. "I do many things I'm not supposed to," he replied. "You told me to come here, besides."

Kurama smiled now. "So I did. Though I am not sure what I hoped to accomplish in doing so."

Red eyes raked over the redhead's form. "Tell me, what has you here in Gandara pretending to be a female?"

The smile disappeared. "You've heard the story," Kurama answered. "Yomi got me in a trade. He stopped sending demons to attack my clan, and they gave me to him."

"I have heard that. I was just wondering if that was as false as your supposed gender."

"No." The smirk returned. "That part is true. Most things you will have heard about me are true."

"Some of the things I've heard aren't flattering," Hiei cautioned.

Kurama shrugged. "Probably still true."

"What's your name?" Hiei asked suddenly.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Curiosity."

Kurama considered that. "It's Kurama," he said after a moment. "No one has called me that in twenty years though. I am simply known as the Ruby of Gandara."

"Kurama," Hiei murmured, testing it out. "It fits you."

A brilliant smile was his reward. "Thank you. We've established that you came because I told you to, but you don't strike me as the type to do things unless you want to. So why are you here? What do you hope to gain from this?"

"Gain?"

"Of course. The desire for one thing or another is what drives all creatures." That husky quality was back in Kurama's voice as he spoke this, and it tightened something low in Hiei's body. He found himself studying the dancer's body more slowly now. Following the slim waistline down to the subtle curve of those hips, willowy legs turning into delicate ankles and then into small feet.

"Desire," he muttered, taking an unconscious step towards Kurama.

"Yes."

That was all it took.

Hiei pounced on the dancer, the force of the impact knocking them both back onto the bed. His lips were on Kurama's, hot and bruising.

The redhead didn't miss a beat. He brought his hands up and around Hiei's body, fisting in the back of his white shirt. He gasped as sharp teeth sank into his bottom lip and whimpered when Hiei sucked at it to sooth the hurt away.

Soon their tongues were battling for dominance. He growled, fisting his hands in all that red hair and using it as leverage to expose Kurama's neck. He nipped and suckled at the soft skin there. A particularly hard bite had Kurama arching his back, thrusting his hips up and grinding into Hiei's crotch.

Even through the jaganshi's lust filled haze, he could feel that Kurama wasn't wearing anything under his sleep shirt and that he was just as turned on as Hiei himself. He didn't take the time to wonder how many others Kurama had done this with, or what would happen once they finished. All he focused on was the fact that this felt good and it had been so long since the fire inside of him had been stoked in this way.

Hiei stopped kissing Kurama long enough to lean back and look at his body again. The shirt he wore was long, but it was now bunched up around Kurama's hips, leaving very little to the imagination. In one quick maneuver, Hiei grabbed the fabric and pulled it up over Kurama's head.

He drank in the sight of all that pale skin, running his hands over it lightly and finding it soft and perfect. Quite literally flawless. Hiei had never seen skin like that.

Kurama saw the confusion in his eyes and shrugged. "My only job is to be beautiful and deceptive," he explained.

"But you know how to wield a scimitar."

"What is more dangerous than something that is as deadly as it is beautiful?"

Hiei didn't have an answer to that. Instead, he lowered his head, licking up Kurama's surprisingly well defined chest until his tongue swirled around one dusty pink nipple.

"Gods," Kurama moaned.

"You shouldn't make so much noise," Hiei said, pausing to bite down on the hardening bud. "I am liable to kill any one who dares interrupt this, and I don't think Mukuro would be too pleased with me if I murdered Yomi."

Kurama tried to be quiet, but it seemed like Hiei was going out of his way to elicit reactions from him. Especially when he bit down on the other nipple and reached one hot little hand down to grasp Kurama's cock.

Hiei sat back again. He reached up and ripped two strips from the pinkish silk that formed the canopy over Kurama's bed. One of the strips got wadded up and shoved into Kurama's mouth. The other he tied over that, effectively gagging the other male.

Green eyes glittered playfully as Kurama gave a muffled grunt.

The fire demon took a moment to remove his own clothes, then he reached down and grabbed Kurama's hand. He wrapped those delicate fingers around his erection, groaning quietly when Kurama moved his hand.

Hiei's hand returned to its place on Kurama's length, and he squeezed and pumped it. The two of them locked eyes as they stimulated each other. Hiei sank his teeth into his own bottom lip to avoid crying out from the sensations, and Kurama was whining lowly through his gag.

Hiei came first, covering Kurama's hand in his release. He let go of Kurama before the dancer could reach his own climax, smirking at the whine of dismay that was the response.

He moved Kurama's hand down his own body, encouraging him to use the fluids coating it as a form of lubricant. There was a question dancing in Hiei's crimson eyes. How far do we take this?

Kurama replied in his head. As far as we can.

Hiei lined himself up at Kurama's hole, preparing to enter. He met those full, green eyes again. There was a challenge in them, a cocky bravado that screamed do it; I dare you.

So he did.

He rolled his hips and seated himself inside of Kurama in one movement.

The redhead screamed behind his gag, pain rippling through him with pleasure riding its coattails. Hiei was short, but that said nothing about his endowment. Kurama was full and pleasantly so.

They were still for a moment, both adjusting to the sensations, then Kurama bucked his hips upwards, his hands gripping the gray silk sheets as his movements sent Hiei's cock even deeper into him.

Move.

Hiei got the message. He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into Kurama, repeating this motion again and again, each time feeling the head of his dick hit that sweet spot inside of Kurama that made his eyes roll back.

Every time Hiei thrust, Kurama rose to meet him. It was like a dance, synchronized and perfect. These were not the moves that the dancer had been doing earlier. No, these were dirtier, sweatier, full of more passion.

Even though they had just met that evening, it escaped neither of their notice how well they fit together. Kurama had been with many people before this small jaganshi, and never before had any made him feel so…real.

There was noting reverent about the way Hiei was fucking him. He didn't think Kurama was some treasure meant to be used and then put away. At least he didn't act like he did. Or fuck like he did. No, Hiei acted like he saw Kurama as a person instead of an object, and Kurama wanted to cling to the feeling that that inspired in him.

He settled for clenching his muscles around Hiei's dick.

The fire demon let out a strangled cry. He favored Kurama with a wicked smirk and then rotated his hips, hitting Kurama's prostate with each swivel.

You're evil, the redhead thought at him.

You don't know the half of it.

To demonstrate, Hiei slammed against that sweet spot, sending flares of white hot pleasure racing up Kurama's spine.

The dancer stiffened as the coil of pleasure inside him stretched taut. Hiei moved again, this time sliding in slowly and pulling out even slower. This had Kurama gripping the sheets harder and whimpering intelligible nonsense through the wad of fabric in his mouth.

The next slam caught him by surprise, and that set off his climax. He arched his back and clenched hard, triggering Hiei's release and milking him for every drop he had.

Kurama opened one eye blearily. He cuddled closer into Hiei's side, grateful for the extra warmth the fire demon lent the bed.

Once they had recovered their breath and their wits, Hiei had insisted that both get dressed again.

"We don't know what could happen from this point, and I'd rather be clothed. I'd rather you be clothed too," he'd said with a possessive look in his eye.

Kurama had both delighted and despaired in that look. Delighted because it meant that perhaps Hiei had felt something for him and wanted to keep him in some way other than how Yomi kept him, and despaired because it didn't seem possible.

He frowned and wondered what had woken him. He cast his eyes around the room, and then made to sit up.

Don't. Hiei warned him.

What's going on?

There's someone outside.

Can you tell who it is?

They're shielding.

Hiei sat up. He reached down on the floor for his sheath and pulled out his sword. One hand was clenched on the hilt while the other rested on Kurama's wrist.

The dancer looked worried. He knew that Yomi would not be pleased if he came in and saw Hiei in his bed. No one was supposed to know about him. No one. He whimpered a little.

Hiei spared him a glance. You'll be fine, he said. He narrowed his eyes and then rolled them.

Without warning, he climbed out of the bed and crossed to the door. He yanked it opened and glared at Mukuro who stood outside of it. "You're an idiot," he hissed at her.

"Oh come on," she said with a smirk. Hiei folded his arms and she sighed. "No. I mean come on. We're getting out of here."

She watched as Hiei glanced back at the rumpled redhead who was in the bed behind him. She could almost smell the longing pouring off of him.

"I'll be outside. Feel free to take anything of Yomi's that you want on your way out. Stealing from each other is customary, and he still has a diamond pendant of mine that I liked very much." With that, Mukuro disappeared.

Hiei closed the door to the room, assuming that if she was moving through this palace so flippantly, then she had incapacitated the guards already.

He turned back to Kurama who watched him with large eyes. "You want to get out of here?" he asked.

Kurama's heart leapt as he smiled and nodded vehemently.

And so the Ruby of Gandara went on to be a treasure of an entirely different sort.

A/N: Hi! Welcome to my latest project. Just as a warning, this one will have no update schedule of any kind. Updates will depend on what pictures people have submitted to me (if any) to write. If you guys want to see your favorite pictures of any pairing come to life, then please submit them to my tumblr (sonata-de-morte (dot) tumblr (dot) com. You don't have to use tumblr to submit. So please, send me any and all YYH pictures you want oneshots written for! Thanks for reading and reviewing!