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Anniversary
by Fox

2.Memories

- You are * drunk*, Hiei. In fact, you’re giving a new meaning to the word * drunk *.-
- I*m * not* dr’nk. k’tsne . There’s no way’n Mc’<hic>kay a demon could’ *possibly* go dr’unk like <hic> one s’tpid n’gen <hic>.-
- Yes, suure.- Kurama himself wasn’t very steady. After that good-bye party of Koenma, Yuusuke and Kuwabara had to be carried for Botan and Yukina to their beds, and Kurama has responsabilized for Hiei, who was entertaining himself making little servers of Koenma go away in flames. Luckily Shiori has left for them a bit of food and coffee, that helped Kurama to serene himself, but only helped Hiei to start evaporating coffee in all the house. Giggling.
After half-hour of pursuit, Kurama managed to put the little demon in a pajama and in his bed. When he finally slipped inside, the demon was snoring, and Kurama cuddle closer, because with all that running bare feet and the snow falling outside, and with the alcohol effects wearing off, he his very, very cold.
He dreams of warmth…
… And he awaked cuddled to Hiei, his back against the demon’s chest, tightly embraced. The demon was still asleep, and the clock shown the 4:39 am. Kurama sighed contentedly, feeling Hiei embracing him even more tightly.
…Hiei was naked? Nothing new, he always had loathed Kurama’s pajamas. Kurama was drifting again to sleep when he felt something strange.
Hiei was moving slightly. He was brushing against him, and for some reason that light brush in his bottom makes Kurama all warm not knowing why. The demon was rolling his hips absently as he sleep, a soft sigh in Kurama’s neck. When something large and hard, and incredibly hot brushed his buttocks through the pajama, Kurama’s eyes widen. His own breath is beginning to be strangely…deep.
“Hi…Hiei”
No response. Totally asleep.The demon just embraced him again, this time his tiny hands going under the pajama’s top, brushing Kurama’s torso, his hand touching his nipple casually in a way that makes Kurama shiver, his body suddenly going totally awake.
“Hi..Hiei!” he pleads, this time more urgently. When he had still no response, he tug hard the white-star shaped hairs at his reach.
“ Hm…Nanda, ki’tsune…?” comes the drowsy answer, as Hiei sinks his face in the mane of red hair. Was Kurama’s imagination or he was chewing it a bit…?
That was enough. More than enough. Suddenly, Shuiichi Minamino’s eyes flashed gold. Trembling, unsecure fingers brushed against what was touching him, and make Hiei’s eyes snapped open, with a moan.
“Kitsune…NANDA…?” his eyes closed when Kurama caressed the sensitive aroused flesh in one slow motion. Hiei had thrown his head back, and his fangs can be seen as he moaned. Kurama, biting his lips, his face matching his hair as he leaned over the moaning demon, whispers, his breath touching the hard line in his jaw that shows how hard the demon is trying to control himself.
“Hiei, don’t resist…if you’ve like to…”
Kurama founds himself suddenly drowning. In cotton.
Hiei has just flipped him and now he is face first in the pillow, and suddenly feeling the hair in his buttocks as something discards clumsily his pajamas.
This is * not * what I had in mind.
Maybe this isn’t a so * great * idea as I thought at first, blinks Kurama.
But any coherent thought is gone when Hiei blew in his head and then those sexy fangs starts nibbling his back. Kurama cries in pleasure when that tongue reaches the place where in fox form his tail is, nothing mattering to him, even if his mother, his friends and Enma himself were in the room looking him pleading and writhing, he'd gone on.
“Hiei, please….” he tries to remember why he is now under the naked body of the demon, why he had asked for something that when he was youko had swore never happen again to him, why he was letting Hiei take him…but no answer come to his blurred mind. Just pleasure and pure need. Just the sensation of Hiei’s fingers deep inside him as he parted his legs as wide as he can, begging….
They are just two children never touched before. Is just their first, magical, messy and clumsy, their wonderful first time. Even with the wise of the youko, Kurama’s human body was frail and tender, and he screamed and cried when Hiei entered him with innocent brutality. Hiei didn’t slowed, just increase the pace and grab harder Kurama’s hips, and then the both were screaming, nor from pain, but for passion. Kurama could hear Hiei surprised moans in his ear, feel his hot, and wet body all over him as the both drift to unconsciousness even before to unwrap one of the other. Hiei falls asleep over the red mane, still sheathed deep in Kurama’s body, breathing hard. Sated, and trembling, Kurama tried to move, but he was too sore and exhausted. Too… tired…
When he awakes the next dawn, he barely could sit. His legs and hips feel dead and bruised.
And even if Hiei’ smell is everywhere, Hiei isn’t anywhere.
He has gone.
Was the last time Kurama saw his best friend.

~ To Be Continued ~

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