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Anniversary
by Fox

7.Motel

- I can’t believe it. What makes you think we will be safer in the Makai, Hiei?- asked Kurama with a frown, after they leave Yukina’s house, where the snow princess was doing her best to save the life of his battered husband. In the car was Michael driving, with a still enveloped in blankets pale Kurama in the front seat and Hiei in the backseat, stretching his now long, slim frame in the tiny white car.
- Mukuro.
- Oh, I see. Your master.-
- Damn it, kitsune.  Hiei clenched teeth.- You know exactly how is our relation.-
They stared each other a long time. They just broke the eye contact when Michael stopped the car and announced softly that he would came back in a second, after buy some fast food in the Burger nearby. They nodded keeping eye contact with the tall frame in blue and gray in the fast-food restaurant.
- Why are you helping him, Hiei?- asks softly Kurama after a moment of uneasy silence.
- I owe to Koenma a last favor. But after this, I QUIT.-  the intensity of Hiei’s voice makes Kurama shudder, clutching to the blankets.- I had enough of stupid ningens.-
He turned to see him to the eyes, but that red orbits was fixed in the form buying fried potatoes.
- Don’t you want to know why I’m helping him, Hiei?-
- I don’t want to hear more sex stories from you. I had enough. Screw him if you want, but try to be more discrete.- was the hard as whip replay. Kurama’s eyes widen and he finds Hiei’s red, burning eyes trying to pierce his own.
- Hiei…-
- I said I will NOT hear more.- he says sternly. Kurama turned to the fastfood with the eyes and cheeks burning. There, with the lights, was Michael, with bags of food and a smile in a ningen place. Beside him, in the darkness, were Hiei, all fire and hate and rage.
Why I can’t choose….?

They stayed a night in a motel waiting, giving Kurama some hours to recover his still hypothermic body in a used bed as Hiei watches outside and Michael sleeps in a sofa. Kurama almost hadn’t eaten meanwhile Hiei and Michael devoured the chicken and the burgers. Michael insisted in feed him with yogurt and cookies before let him sleep that with the entire stern looks of a doctor. Was so sweet to be carried to a warm bed for strong arms, to be held a second before to tuck in with a smile…

Kurama JUMPED in the bed at the sound. Hiei surely is out, and Michael was sleeping twisted in the sofa, snoring softly.
He isn’t a menace to Kuwabara anyway. But the light sound has made Kurama’s heart go to his throat. He rise from the bed, looking the big young doctor ridiculously twisted and pressed to fit in the sofa. With a feeling of tenderness he covered him with the blanket, and then kissed his forehead.
The sleepy eyes opened, and he smiles.
- Come to sleep with me  says Kurama, his eyes sweet and worried.
Michael blinked, and put on his glasses with an almost comical stare. His hair, slightly long was all messed and standing in every direction and his boxers and shirt was a big wrinkled thing. He was unshaved, and almost blond light hair was covering his jaw. Kurama can’t help but smile to his innocence, his pureness. Michael jumped messily from the sofa, still trapped in the blanket, and finally free he climbed into the worn mattress in his side. He curled in his side, and took his hand to caress and then kiss.
- Are you Ok?- he asked with a whisper, concerned warm eyes peeking from behind the lenses, still half-asleep.
- Hai.- Kurama nodded, even  if the frostbite hasn’t go away still. Michael tentatively caressed his hair in the pillow, and feeling his warmness Kurama hugged to him strongly, trying to feel that heat, that human feeling of gentleness. Something he seems unable to find. He holds to Michael with arms and legs searching for his face and kisses him trying to draw him even closer. For his surprise, Michael, after a messy tries to answer apart him.
- Kurama…- he whispered, clumsily caressing his face.- You’re still hurt… - he adds huskily. Kurama shakes his head, unable to say nothing. He felt Michael turning him with his back to him, and then curled around him protectively, not letting a point of him stay cold. A hand take hold of his waist and chest, warm and soft, and after a second of hesitation, the other rests over his belly.
Michael scent, and breath, was a vanilla, and mint. Something almost childish, and Kurama closes his head, feeling the empty feeling Hiei has stabbed in his heart slowly calm. The youko in his heart stops roaring and yelling for his lover, letting him sleep, even with that familiar need in his body still waiting.
He slowly caressed Michael’s hand, and then lowers it, till brushed his sex. He listened to Michael breath deep and then tenderly caressed the still bruised part. Was pleasurable, to his heart and body, and Kurama drifted to sleep between moist kisses in his neck and a soft touch there, making him feel incredible relax. Sweetness. Was sweetness and warmness enough to melt a fox.
This time, as the sleepy lovers fell into dreamless sleep, two ruby eyes in the window watched them. And a burning ki waiting outside in a cold night.
Somebody, surrounded by ice and blood, laughed.

~ To Be Continued ~

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