Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not Yoshihiro Togashi.

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A black flash whipped across Kurama's line of vision. A tree root raised five centimeters.

Hiei grunted and fell flat on his face. He rolled over to sit up, and felt an unwelcome weight across his chest. "Fox, get off me." Kurama just smirked. Hiei twitched, but couldn't move much more than that. Kurama's knees were pressed into his hands, not with enough force to cause pain, but perfect for immobilization.

"Fox." Hiei repeated.

"Yes, Hiei?" Was the innocent question.

"I won't say it again: get off me!" Hiei growled the demand.

Kurama cocked his head, amusement glittering in his eyes. "I don't fancy being ordered about." He shifted slightly, getting himself more comfortable on his unwilling perch. "Now, how shall I entertain myself, hmm?" He let his fingertips drift across Hiei's collarbone. Hiei glared at him.

And the next thing Kurama knew, he was the one pinned to the ground.

"You forgot to bind my feet." Hiei pointed out. Kurama smiled and Hiei got the feeling that maybe it had been an intentional oversight. Hiei had both of Kurama's delicate wrists in one hand, and was sitting on his knees. He dragged his fingernail down a soft, pale cheek, and watched the skin redden. He leaned forward to whisper in Kurama's ear: "Entertained yet?"

Kurama licked the side of Hiei's face. "Not quite. Care to try harder?" He nibbled Hiei's ear.

Hiei sat back, examining his captive. Red hair was spilling like a pool of blood, green eyes shining like emeralds. And an arrogant smile gracing his lips. I know I'm in control, so why does it feel like he is? He hooked his fingers under Kurama's collar and ripped his hand back. The white cotton tore easily.

"Not a scratch. Shall we change that?" Hiei fished a short dagger from the voluminous folds of his cloak. He ran it from naval to collarbone. Kurama gasped and arched his back. "Masochist." Hiei hissed, before dragging his tongue along the path his blade had just taken.

"What about you, Hiei? Is sadism really any better?" The question was taunting, provocative, designed to induce a response. Hiei knew that, and refused to answer.

In an oddly sweet gesture, Hiei brushed his lips against Kurama's, and unconsciously loosened his grip on Kurama's arms.

In seconds, Hiei was on his back. Again. "Me, two; you, one. But who's keeping track?" Kurama grinned, very pleased with himself indeed. Hiei's hands and legs were bound with vines. "It seems you've ruined yet another of my shirts." Kurama mused, discarding the shredded garment. He slid open Hiei's cloak to admire the flesh beneath. His palm ghosted down Hiei's chest, tracing the contours of the muscles.

Hiei's scarf had fallen when Kurama had tripped him, and Kurama now picked it up. "What do you propose I do with this? A blindfold, perhaps?" He draped it across Hiei's face. "But I rather like your eyes, so… perhaps not." He lifted the scarf.

Hiei took a deep breath and made a visible effort to focus. Kurama frowned suspiciously. Then he smelled something burning.

The vines caught fire with an audible pop and Hiei was free. He scrambled to his feet and assumed a defensive stance. "Looks like a tie, Kurama."

Kurama smiled, and stood. "Well Hiei, shall we finish this the same way it started?" He slipped into a fighting position, whip held at the ready.

Hiei smirked. "Oh yes, we shall." He drew his sword and the fight resumed, as if it had never been interrupted.

Because it really hadn't.

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