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The Art of Loving Oneself	By : Megallica Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hiei/Kurama Views: 4288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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By the time Hiei got back with “dinner” (the beast Hiei had slaughtered was unrecognizable once the hiyoukai had returned) Kurama had been asleep for nearly an hour. As soon as Hiei came back, however, Kurama was awake again.

“Hey, Urameshi,” Kuwabara stood and grabbed Yuusuke by the elbow to haul him to his feet. “I think we better go somewhere else fer a bit.”

“Huh? W-wha?” Yuusuke stammered, heels digging in, but he followed Kuwabara anyway.

“We don’t wanna be in earshot right now.” Kuwabara shrugged. “We’ll be back in two hours, alright?”

Hiei nodded but said nothing. He sat down beside Kurama, looking at the kitsune appraisingly. “Your color has returned.”

“My color?” Kurama raised his eyebrows. “Really? I suppose that must be a good thing.”

Hiei headed to the creature and pulled out its core, bringing it to Kurama.

Kurama chuckled softly. “Yes, of course. The most nutritious part of this particular animal.”

“You are ill.” Hiei sat down a few feet away from Kurama and kept glancing over at the kitsune while he ate.

“Do you have something to say?” Kurama licked his fingertips. Hiei watched intently.

After a pause, Hiei shrugged and looked at the ground. “I’m glad you woke. I was growing tired of being left alone with those idiotic children.”

“Oh? Have they been particularly irritating?” Kurama smiled. He licked the remainder of the blood and gore off his hands. Out of respect for Hiei, he’d eaten the beast’s entire core even though it stretched his stomach to the limit. He felt full and sleepy, glad there was a tree behind him to lean against.

“Their banter has.... changed.” Hiei shrugged again. “Yuusuke looks at the oaf as though he is some sort of food. It is disgusting.”

“Understandable. It is apparent that Yuusuke desires to copulate with Kuwabara-kun.” Kurama folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes.

“What?” Hiei raised an eyebrow, moving a bit closer to Kurama. “By that, I assume you mean fuck?”

“That is what I meant, yes.” Kurama opened his eyes in time to see a fleeting look of absolute revulsion on Hiei’s face.

“Why? What could possibly be appealing about that whiny human?”

“Perhaps it is Kuwabara-kun’s strength?” Kurama smirked. “Or perhaps Yuusuke has a fondness for tall men? I do not know. I have not asked. I do, however, believe that Kuwabara-kun is a desirable choice in a partner. Certainly, he seems interested in Yuusuke as well.”

Hiei stared at Kurama quietly for several moments before turning away, sighing. “You are infuriating.”

“What is it?” Kurama shifted slightly, leaning his weight forward and rested his hands on the ground.

“You have not been conscious for nearly a week.” Hiei started ripping apart the beast’s flesh into smaller pieces and stabbed them with sticks to make kabobs.

“I feel significantly better now. Not, perhaps, up to a fight but certainly no longer in danger of death.”

Hiei looked at Kurama in that appraising way again. Kurama frowned, unused to Hiei looking at him so curiously. It was unnerving. “If you are not up to sparring, I should just assume that sex is out of the question.”

For a moment, Kurama was silent, staring at Hiei then he chuckled. “I never thought I would see the day that you would proposition me for sex.” At Hiei’s irritated expression, Kurama quickly stifled his laughter. “Do not be offended. I am laughing because I am pleased.”

“You are strange.” Hiei shook his head. “You behave as though this is the first time I have asked.”

Kurama was silent again, wracking his brain, trying to recall Hiei having ever asked him for sex. “I think this is something that I would remember, Hiei.”

Hiei scoffed and started the fire going again.

“Kuwabara-kun informed me.... I have apparently forgotten around six months or so?” Kurama tucked a strand of silver hair over his shoulder. “Perhaps this was during that time?”

Hiei just scowled and adjusted one of the logs so the fire would burn more evenly.

“Something has caused me to forget everything that has happened. Believe me, Hiei, I want to remember this conversation.”

“It was not a conversation.” Hiei shot Kurama a disgusted look over his shoulder. “After enduring weeks of your ridiculous flirting, you finally told me rather than trying to entice me with suggestive looks.”

“How many times have we had sex?”

“I do not keep track of such things.” Hiei looked back at the fire. “More than once. Fewer than ten. I do not know and I do not care... Stop smirking.”

“I cannot help it, Hiei, I’m very glad. It greatly decreases a significant amount of my former discomfort.” Kurama stood awkwardly, nearly falling a few times before he managed to stride over to Hiei and sit down again. He was shaky but felt better knowing he could move with proper motivation.

“Why would you be.... uncomfortable?” Hiei kept his eyes on the fire and the skewers of meat.

“Because of my dreams.”

Hiei gave Kurama a sour look and turned the skewers. “I would rather not discuss such horrifying things.”

“Yes. It will be a long while before I forget those images.” Kurama shuddered and held his hands out to the fire to warm them. He smiled when he felt a wave of heat coming off of Hiei as well. “I do not recall your preferences, obviously, but I definitely have the strength to pleasure you with my mouth.”

Hiei gave Kurama a glare that was slightly softer than his usual one. “I would burn your tongue again.”

“Tongues heal quickly. It is nothing I cannot handle, I am sure.”

Hiei turned toward Kurama. “You are ill.”

“I feel much better.” Kurama smiled and lightly touched Hiei’s knee, inching his hand up Hiei’s thigh. “I may not be healthy enough to allow reciprocation but I assure you, I would enjoy giving you head.”

Hiei snorted. “I am already well aware of how you enjoy it.”

“Will you allow it?”

“Shut up.” Hiei stood. Due to Kurama’s greater height in this form, Hiei barely had to lean down to nip at the kitsune’s lip. He nipped harder when Kurama smiled, harder still when Kurama ran his claws up under Hiei’s shirt. Hiei’s suppressed shudder was enough to alert Kurama that Hiei enjoyed having the place just under his under arms touched and Kurama made it a point to run his fingers over the same area again.

Kurama could hardly believe he wasn’t dreaming again. The thought caused a flutter of panic in the pit of his stomach but when Hiei leaned in to bite the tip of one of his ears, Kurama let out a gasp. That felt real enough.

Seeing as they didn’t have many changes of clothes, Kurama was careful with undoing Hiei’s three belts. He gave the hiyoukai’s ass a firm squeeze, then let his claws dig into Hiei’s buttcheeks when Hiei let out a low moan of a noise.

Hiei was suppressing his heat. That much was clear. Kurama was tempted to scold him but realized that Hiei was doing it out of concern for him so the kitsune pretended not to notice. He left scratches along Hiei’s hips, made a teasing game of pushing Hiei’s pants down to his ankles. Kurama leaned in and bit at Hiei’s stomach and pelvis. He ran his long, rough tongue around Hiei’s dick but didn’t let his mouth touch it yet. He’d draw this out. He wasn’t going to get off this time anyway.

A sharp tug on his hair alerted Kurama that Hiei was losing his patience with the slow pace but Kurama didn’t relent. He lightly stroked Hiei’s balls, toying with Hiei’s pubic and chest hair. Hiei yanked a bit harder on Kurama’s hair, trying to tug the kitsune toward his erection. “What do you want, Hiei?” Kurama smirked, gazing up into Hiei’s face just to relish the look the hiyoukai was giving him. A cross between aroused and rage. Had Kurama been healthier, his body would have reacted to that look alone without any physical stimulation. “Are you going to tell me?”

“You know damn well what I want.” Hiei growled. “Stop this needless teasing. You know I abhor foreplay.”

“I did not know that, actually.” Kurama raised an eyebrow but didn’t press the issue further, he wrapped his lips around the head of Hiei’s cock, giving him a firm suck. Hiei’s dick was proportional to his size and Kurama could wrap his tongue around it twice if he so chose. Instead, Kurama took Hiei’s erection into his mouth all at once. It wasn’t long at all before Hiei came. Kurama hardly had to do any work to get Hiei off. But Kurama didn’t mind. He swallowed Hiei’s scorching release and was smiling again when he pulled away.

Hiei kept his grip on Kurama’s hair so he wouldn’t lose balance while he got his bearings. A few moments later, he let go of Kurama’s silky silver hair and bent to pull up his pants.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Kurama asked, still smiling.

“Shut up.” Hiei sat back down, handed Kurama a cup of water that he’d obviously distilled from the river and went back to making dinner.

“Thank you, Hiei.”

“It is only water.” Hiei gave Kurama a disgusted look.

“That is not what I was thanking you for.”

Fuck! I’m such an IDIOT. He’s going to think I’m a total HEADCASE now. What the fuck do I do? I can’t run off. I gotta stick with my team or I’m toast. Those SDF bastards would find me in a second without the other guys helping keep me from doing dumb shit. But now what? I fucked EVERYTHING UP.

Yuusuke didn’t understand why Kuwabara suddenly hauled him off into the forest. At first, he’d been too surprised by the redhead’s strength and the feeling of his firm hand on his bicep...

Wait. Yuusuke was trying to straighten this all out in his head. And thinking about Kuwabara’s hands was not helping.

Alright.

It all started when Kuwabara grabbed him by the elbow and hauled him to his feet. Yuusuke (for his own reasons) took several minutes to yank his arm away and protest. “Jeez! You can’t just push and pull a guy around like that, Kuwabara.” Yuusuke straightened his filthy shirt indignantly. “I hate that shit.”

“Sorry Urameshi. Just.... wanted t’take a walk. Give Kurama some time t’talk to Hiei and all...” Kuwabara shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. Was that a blush Yuusuke saw?

No. Way.

“Alright, jeez, fine.” Yuusuke threw up his hands. “What? You think they’re gonna make out?”

“Don’t be such a jerk, Urameshi!” Kuwabara scowled. “Why’d you have to keep makin’ jokes like that?”

“I always make jokes like that. Duh.” Yuusuke shook his head. “I don’t get it. Why the fuck does it bother you now all of a sudden? You think I’m making fun of Kurama for being gay or something?”

“Y-yeah! That’s exactly what I think!” Okay. Kuwabara was definitely blushing now.

“No way!” Yuusuke actually stomped one of his feet and tucked some of his hair behind one ear. It was getting really long. “You think I’d say that shit if I thought Kurama was actually gay? Give me a break, man! I’m just fooling around. I really don’t care even if they are making out.” Yuusuke shuddered.

“Wh-what? What if Kurama was gay?”

“Good for Kurama!” Yuusuke threw up his hands and started pacing. “Gay, straight, actually a woman, since when has stuff like that ever made anyone different to me? He’s my damn brother, Kuwabara.”

“Alright, Urameshi.” Kuwabara held up his hands. “Try t’relax, alright?”

Yuusuke stopped pacing. He looked Kuwabara dead in the eyes. “Fight me, then.”

“What?” Kuwabara frowned. “Urameshi, I don’t think-”

“Not for real.” Yuusuke took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. It’d just get ripped off anyway. “Just... spar with me.” Yuusuke smirked. “You still haven’t beaten me in a fight.”

“Shuddup, Yuusuke! Yer a youkai!” Kuwabara, nonetheless, shed his own shirt and took a fighting stance.

“Yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses. What’s next?” Yuusuke made a cheesy come at me gesture with his hands. “On your period? Can’t fight? Got a headache?”

“Yer really getting on my nerves, Urameshi!” Kuwabara tensed again.

“Then hit me, dumbshit!”

The last sound was barely out of Yuusuke’s mouth when Kuwabara charged at him. That suited Yuusuke just fine. It wasn’t like he’d use youki on Kuwabara. At least, on physical strength alone (without spiritual additions) they were on an even footing. Kuwabara was bigger, had more physical force behind his punches. Actually, Yuusuke was sort of amazed. Yuusuke was deadly fast whether he used youki or not and Kuwabara was holding his own. Returning blows. At one point, Kuwabara punched Yuusuke full in the face. It wasn’t enough to send Yuusuke flying but he did stagger, quickly recovering to do a sweep kick while he dodged Kuwabara’s next punch. An uppercut to the stomach from below finally dropped Kuwabara to the ground. Yuusuke aimed both feet at Kuwabara’s stomach, effectively flipping the redhead onto his back. Kuwabara landed with an oof of a noise and Yuusuke’s own momentum had him (predictably) landing right on top of Kuwabara.

“I’m impressed,” Yuusuke muttered, hands on either side of Kuwabara’s head while they both caught their breath. Yuusuke couldn’t help admiring the way Kuwabara’s face and the tips of his ears were blushing. His lips were parted, panting. There was a light sheen of sweat dripping down Kuwabara’s cheek and neck. Yuusuke moved one of his hands to Kuwabara’s toned chest, feeling hard muscle and an impressive amount of chest hair. It had only been two weeks but Kuwabara already had a pretty impressive beard started. Yuusuke wanted to lean down and rub his cheek against it. He was halfway to pressing his lips against Kuwabara’s before he realized what he was doing. “Fuck!” Yuusuke leaped up and backed slowly away from Kuwabara. “Shit. I.... fuck.”

So of course, Yuusuke took off.

Of course.

Because he’s a fucking idiot that’s why.
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