Pleasure Trails
by Mina Lightstar

Disclaimer: Of course I own them. That's why I'm here writing fics about them instead of producing
more episodes and getting paid.
Notes: Author's Notes located at the end of the story.
Feedback: Hai ^_^ Flame me if you want - see if I care.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP?

When Hiei landed on Kurama's balcony, he'd expected to be admitted. However, when he tapped gently on the window pane to make his presence known, the redhead didn't even appear. Hiei raised an eyebrow, taking a moment to fan himself with one hand - not that the motion did him any good. It was so hot outside, he wasn't sure leaping into a lake would cool him down. He peered through the patio door into Kurama's apartment, doubtful that the youko would have ventured out to run any errands on a day such as this.

Sure enough, the redhead was lounging on a futon laid out on the living room floor, sprawled on his stomach with his chin resting on one hand and his ankles crossed. He was wearing only a sleeveless black shirt and black cotton pants. He looked quite comfortable. Then Hiei saw what had captivated his friend's attention. It looked as though Kurama was reading what Hiei liked to call "Girl's Picture Books".

He rolled his eyes and tapped again, louder this time. He watched Kurama start, and then look up. They made eye contact, and Hiei wiggled his fingers in greeting, letting a small smile play across his lips, knowing very well that Kurama considered actions like that "cute".

Kurama grinned back and hurried to unlock the patio door. Hiei entered, pulling the door shut behind him and kicking off his boots. He eyed Kurama's clothes and raised his eyebrow again.

"Aren't you hot in those pants?" he inquired.

Kurama smiled and tilted his head. "So soon?" he asked coyly.

Hiei coughed discreetly. "I was referring to the temperature," he clarified.

"Were you?" The youko sounded a trifle disappointed. "Oh, well. I suppose getting there is half the fun, right?"

Hiei made what he hoped was an exasperated face. "You have a one-track mind," he scolded. "I just got here, and I didn't come for that. Not only that, anyway," he added as an afterthought.

Kurama chuckled, and turned to make his way to the kitchen. "I'll get some water, so you can cool down before you get hot."

Hiei nodded, ignoring the innuendo. Sex was a frequent topic between them; part of a carefully discussed agreement they'd made a couple of years ago. They did engage in sexual activity often enough to be tentatively considered "lovers", for lack of a looser term. However, with their hectic schedules and prior obligations, they were friends first and "lovers" second.

Perhaps that was the reason they got along so well. Both of them had other goals and desires for their lives, and they each accepted that and made no demands of the other. Their mutual agreement had been reached the morning after a very defining night of...well, to put it bluntly: hot, passionate sex. They hadn't planned on it, of course. The entire evening had been the result of many factors. They'd been more than a little drunk, they'd been admiring each other for a long time, they'd been abstaining for years, they'd been stressed... And, well...they'd been lonely.

It had not been lovemaking. Both of them had known that. It had been sex, pure and simple - just two friends engaging in a physical activity for pleasure. At first, when they'd woken up the morning after, Hiei had been afraid of Kurama mistaking their relationship. But the youko's first words to him that morning, spoken with a smile and without any conviction, had assuaged all his fears.

"Nothing", perhaps, in the emotional sense of the situation. On the other hand, it meant plenty for their friendship. Hiei had always known that Kurama was his closest friend; he and the youko understood each other better than any other. And with that understanding came the acknowledgment that neither of them had the desire to get involved in a serious relationship. Physical stimulation, however, was always good and welcome. So, they had made a deal: they were not in love, nor were they entitled to make any demands of each other, and they would seek sexual satisfaction with only each other. It worked out perfectly - giving each of them what they wanted, and not having to be tied down to a whining, emotional lover.

Kurama returned with two glasses and handed one to Hiei. Hiei accepted it, picking at his own sleeveless black shirt. The heat and humidity were making the fabric stick to his skin, and it was very uncomfortable. In the Demon World, high temperatures were common, but not to such an extent. The modes of transportation, the buildings, and the sheer number of humans all located in one area made Human World cities such as this almost unbearable on hot days.

"Enjoying your vacation?" Hiei asked, watching as Kurama settled down on the futon once again.

"Most definitely," the redhead replied, returning his attention to his Girl's Picture Book. "And you? Are you on leave?"

"Mm-hm." He sat on the couch and perched his feet on the coffee table. "Mukuro's giving me a couple of weeks to unwind. She said I needed it." Well, technically that was correct. The truth was, both he and Mukuro needed to unwind. Spending too much time together was starting to get to them, and they'd been arguing frequently over pointless issues. So, they'd decided it was best to relax and stay away from each other for a little while. Hiei had decided to spend his time away from his duties with Kurama. After all, the youko had mentioned that his vacation was coming up soon.

"That's good for you, then," Kurama commented. "You were long overdue for a vacation."

"So were you," Hiei returned. "How many days do you have left?"

"Ten. You?"

"Fourteen."

"Good."

"I thought so, too."

Hiei sipped his water and Kurama went back to reading his Girl's Picture Book. Hiei watched the youko for a long time, eyeing the way he seemed so absorbed in the contents. Finally, he set his glass down on the coffee table.

"Kurama, why are you reading that thing?"

The redhead turned his head to raise an eyebrow at him. "What, this?" he asked. "It's interesting."

"It's intended for women to read, isn't it?"

"Yes," Kurama admitted, "but men can read it, too."

"But what's the point?"

"Have a look, then," Kurama urged, pushing himself to his knees and handing the book to him.

Hiei accepted the publication, taking a moment to feel the glossy cover. He frowned at the female's picture on the cover. She was blonde, and wearing a red dress that left little to the imagination. He looked at the characters scrawled on the front and blinked. The book was written in a language he'd never encountered before. Though Hiei was fluent in many region-specific tongues of the Demon World, the only human language he could speak was Japanese. Picking it up had been fairly easy - and more or less necessary. If he hadn't, Kurama would have been the only one he'd have been able to communicate with, and even the youko had expressed difficulty in deciphering everything he'd had to say, since Hiei had usually spoken not Basic, but a Western Demon Tongue. And as far as literacy went, he was familiar with written Japanese because it had come to him easily, since it used an ideograph system similar in style to the one used in the Demon World. But the characters written on the manuscript in his hands...he'd seen several times, but they meant nothing to him.

"What language is this?" he asked.

"English," Kurama replied. "Western alphabet. The magazine is called 'Cosmopolitan'. It's very interesting."

"Practicing your English?" Hiei mused.

"You could say that."

"So what's so special about it? It's not the sort of thing to be found regularly in this country, is it? Not in a foreign language, anyway," he added, thinking fleetingly of the similar books he'd seen Keiko showing Yukina.

"No, it's not around here," Kurama lamented, looking rather embarrassed. "I ordered it from overseas. I have a subscription."

Hiei blinked. "A 'subscription'?" He thought for a moment, piecing together both the literal meaning of the word and snippets of conversation he'd heard when Keiko was explaining the Girl's Picture Books to his sister. "You mean each time one is finished, they send a copy to you?" he asked disbelievingly. Was Kurama so addicted to the silly things that he actually purchased them in advance? From across the ocean, at that. Hiei shook his head. If dealing with foreign currency in the Human World was as complicated as it was in Hiei's homeland... For what Kurama was going through each year, Hiei hoped they were the best damn books the youko had ever read in his life.

Kurama smiled, and a faint blush flickered across his cheeks. "Well, like I said, it's interesting. And very informative. I've learned quite a bit."

"About what?" Hiei asked as he flipped through the thin pages. He couldn't understand the words, but he could read the pictures in sequence. "How much powder to coat your face with before you leave the house? How much brown you should wear this year?" He set the book aside and regarded Kurama seriously. "Kurama, have you fondled your breasts lately? You should, to be aware of any unnatural lumps or colors."

Kurama chuckled and shook a finger at him. "Hiei, it's not nice to joke about breast cancer."

"I'm not joking about it," Hiei insisted. "All women should check themselves regularly. Being cautious never hurt anyone. If they can touch themselves to bathe, then that can do it for medicinal reasons. Even Mukuro does it."

"And you help her?"

Hiei sniffed. "No, I do not help her." He opened one eye and leered at the youko. "I'll help you, if you want."

Kurama licked his lips, but then shook his head. "Nah. You called me a girl. If anything, you should be punished, not pleasured. Maybe I should whip you."

"If you call that a punishment," Hiei returned with a feral grin. But then he remembered the temperature and shook his head. "No, no. It's way too hot for that kind of thing." He handed the Girl's Picture Book back to the youko and sighed. "Guess we'll just be relaxing for today, Red. It's too humid to do anything."

Kurama echoed his sigh and went back to flipping through the book. "Damn weather. I don't mind it being warm, but this is ridiculous. I'm sure the weather knew I was going on vacation... Now I can't even enjoy my time off..."

"Anything you can do around the house?" Hiei asked, trying to be helpful.

"Nope. I'm so bored. Nothing to read, surfing the 'Net has gotten boring... I was looking forward to a visit from you, but now we can't do anything except talk, either."

"And so all I'm good for is sex?" Hiei asked, feigning offense.

"Well, you've never been very adept at casual conversation..."

"Funny."

"Thank you."

Hiei sighed again. "So, now what?" Maybe they could find something to keep them occupied - at least until nightfall, when the temperature was almost certain to drop at least a few degrees.

"Good question. There's not much to do around here lately. Feel like an ice cream?"

"Nah. That involves going out. Is there anything to watch on your television?"

"Nope. Only old black-and-white movies. Want to help me polish my apartment?"

"I'd rather climb a glass mountain than get down on my hands and knees to scrub someone else's floor, thank you."

Kurama snickered and turned another page of his book. "Want to learn some English words?" He grinned evilly. "I could teach you how to scream 'Don't stop, Kurama - harder! Harder!' so anyone who happens to hear us won't understand what we're doing."

"Maybe another time," Hiei replied wryly.

"Or," the youko continued, staring at one of the pages, "we could play this game." He smiled, though Hiei thought it was more to himself. "I remember this article," he murmured. "It's the one I read first."

"Which article?" Hiei asked, setting his feet on the floor and leaning over, trying to catch a glimpse at what the redhead was looking at.

"No peeking!" Kurama cried, closing the book over and rolling away. "Bad fire-baby!"

Hiei held up his hands in defense. "I assure you, I'm not trying to disrupt the embracing of your feminine side."

Kurama made a face. "Stop that. It's a useful magazine. It's interesting, has some good health tips, and lots of...good advice."

"What kind of 'good' advice?"

"I'm not going to tell you," Kurama laughed.

Hiei rolled his eyes. "And why not?"

This time Kurama leered at him. "Because I'd rather show you."

"Oh?" Hiei cocked his head and folded his arms. "Is that a proposition?"

"It might be," Kurama evaded. "Are you interested?"

"I don't know," Hiei answered with a shrug. "It's really hot."

"It could be hotter," Kurama promised with a glint in his eye.

Hiei chuckled. As far as he knew, neither of them had really been in the mood thirty seconds ago. "Well...maybe." He gestured to the sun blazing brightly outside. "But that sounds like an empty promise, youko. I don't think the temperature can rise any higher than it already is."

"Is that a challenge?" Kurama mused, taking a peek at his book. "If it is, I'll gladly take it up. I think I know just the trick for today."

"You sound fairly confident."

"Quite," Kurama confirmed, hugging his glossy book protectively. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'd cool you down before making you hot again..." He brushed his hair away from his neck and let it fall again.

Hiei grinned. "Okay. Let's see what that silly foreign book has to offer, then."

The redhead smiled delightedly. "All right. I'll be right back." He stood, taking the book with him, and started back toward the kitchen. "Stay there and wait for me. Or better yet, lay down and wait for me." He paused at the doorway. "You sure you don't want to learn some English screams of ecstasy?" he teased. "They might come in handy."

Hiei rolled his eyes and waved the youko away. "You're so damn prideful," he teased back.

When Kurama had disappeared into the kitchen once again, Hiei slid off the couch and crawled to the futon. He winced as he lay down on it. It was warm, since Kurama had probably been lying on it for some time. And on a day like today, warm is the last thing we want to feel. He blinked when he heard the sound of objects clinking against glass. What is he doing? he wondered idly, folding his arms under his head.

He looked up at the youko when he returned, carrying a bowl. Hiei couldn't see the contents because a blue-and-white checkered dishcloth was draped over it. "What's in there?" he asked.

Kurama gave him a mischievous look. "If I wanted you to know, I wouldn't have covered it, now would I?"

"Think you're cute, hm?"

"No, I know I'm cute."

"And blatantly vain," Hiei added.

Kurama gave him a mild glare - which Hiei didn't find convincing at all. "Are we going to play, or what?" the redhead asked.

"I'll play anything you want," Hiei assured him, "but you have to come where I can reach you."

Kurama knelt and set the bowl down a good foot or so away from them. Then he started crawling toward the futon, taking his time, and evidently doing his best to look predatory.

Hiei rolled his eyes again at the behavior. "Silly youko... Just get over here."

"All right."

Hiei shouldn't have taken his eyes off of his friend. Or at the very least, he shouldn't have had his arms locked behind his head and unable to protect his torso. He yelped, half in surprise, half in pain, as Kurama pounced him. He inhaled sharply and tried to catch his breath, glaring at the grinning youko atop him. "Thanks, Red. I think I almost coughed up my lungs--"

Kurama cut him off with a kiss - if it could even be called a "kiss". It was really more of a deep, hungry, desperate, sucking motion. Nonetheless, Hiei kissed back, wrapping his arms around Kurama's neck, feeling the youko's need. It had been too long since their last coupling. At least Hiei had practice and patrolling to keep him occupied. Kurama had... Well, he sat in an office all day. Not much sexual outlet, there.

Which, of course, left Kurama with a nearly insatiable libido. And since the youko disliked taking matters into his own hands, Hiei usually ended up on the receiving end of it. Not that he minded, he mused, but then winced as Kurama pushed harder against him. Being trapped between a warm futon and an even warmer body was more than a little uncomfortable - especially when it impaired breathing. Kurama didn't look it, but he was fairly heavy, and pressing himself down only made his weight harder to bear. Combined with both the heat of the room and they heat they were conjuring...Hiei couldn't take it. He broke the kiss and turned his head to the side, panting and trying to inhale fresh air.

"Hiei?" Kurama murmured, sounding a trifle concerned.

"I'm hot," he managed to reply.

He felt Kurama's chest vibrate as the youko chuckled. "I told you so," he teased.

Hiei moved an arm and pinched the side of Kurama's ribs.

"Ow!"

"Once again, I was referring to the temperature." Hiei rolled them so they were lying on their sides. It felt better that way. At least he didn't have a heavy body flattening him. Any other day, he could deal with it, but not today. He slid down and pushed Kurama's shirt up so he could kiss the spot he'd pinched. "Sorry," he offered, tugging the fabric farther up so he could butterfly kiss the skin of the youko's stomach.

"I'll let it slide," Kurama reassured him, "just this once."

"You're too kind." Hiei took a deep breath of cooler air and then scooted up under his partner's shirt. It was stifling underneath the material, but he could put up with it for a little while - especially if it meant he could hear the soft sounds Kurama made when Hiei did something he liked.

He kissed the spot over Kurama's heart before turning his attention to one of his friend's nipples. He nosed it first, and then touched it with the tip of his tongue. Kurama sighed softly, and squirmed a little when Hiei blew on the nub he'd just teased. When the fingers gripped his head through the shirt, Hiei granted the youko's unspoken request and covered the nipple with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and nibbled it, then turned to the other and flicked his tongue over it. Then he nipped it, just hard enough to pinch, smiling at Kurama's startled gasp. He kissed the nub in apology as he felt Kurama throw a leg over his hips. Why does he have to be so clingy on such a hot day...? He squeezed Kurama hips and pushed at them a little, just enough to let the youko know that he needed fresh air and thus had to move. Instead of relinquishing his hold, though, Kurama tugged his shirt off and tossed it somewhere to the left.

"Better?" the redhead asked, pushing himself into Hiei.

"Yes," Hiei replied, and pushed back, craning his neck up to lick the youko's throat from the dip in his collarbone to his chin.

Kurama moaned faintly and then gave him a mock-glare. "Stop distracting me. Or else they'll melt."

"Melt?" Hiei echoed, letting Kurama roll him onto his back without any protest. "What will melt?" He frowned up at his partner, now perched across his thighs and busily untying the green sash around his waist. "Kurama? What's going to melt?"

"I can't tell you, silly. That would ruin it."

Hiei frowned harder. "Kurama, it better not be any sort of strange food." The youko ignored him, undoing the sash and sliding it out of the loops on his pants. "I mean it, Kurama. No weird food. I've done some odd things because of you, and I can't say I enjoyed all of them--"

Kurama grinned and leaned over, resting his elbows on either side of Hiei's head and laying the sash across his lips. "Stop whining or I'll gag you."

Hiei rolled his eyes. It better not be any weird food.

Kurama winked and set the sash to the side. He moved his hands to rub up Hiei's sides, taking his shirt with them in the process. Hiei raised his arms to accommodate, and soon his shirt flew off in the same direction Kurama's had. He watched unresistingly as Kurama loosed the drawstring of his pants and starting pulling the material down his legs. He helped kick them off and took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being bared to the heat of the room. It wasn't much cooler, but it was a definite improvement.

Kurama moved to settle beside him, pausing to kiss him gently on the lips before holding up the sash. "Can you keep your eyes closed, or would you like a blindfold?" he asked with a grin.

Hiei raised an eyebrow. "Why do I have to keep my eyes closed?"

"It's part of the game."

"Fine," he said with a shrug, and did as the youko asked.

"Sure you can keep them closed?" Kurama taunted.

"Sure."

"Really sure?"

"Yes."

"I bet you can't."

"Oh?" he mused, knowing very well that the wager was part of whatever Kurama had in mind. "We'll see about that."

"Indeed we will," Kurama murmured, and then leaned down and nibbled his ear. "...Are you sure you don't want to learn some English--"

"Just get on with it, youko," he interrupted, more amused than angry, and then made a small sound of annoyance when Kurama bit his earlobe.

"All right, all right," the youko chuckled.

Hiei sensed his friend leave his side, and was forced to wait a few moments, figuring Kurama was getting whatever he needed from the bowl he'd brought from the kitchen. He was curious, but he didn't open his eyes.

He knew Kurama had returned when he felt a finger tracing over his shoulder. He lay still, figuring he'd be playing by Kurama's rules, as the digit ran lightly down his arm. Kurama's hand closed gently on his wrist and guided his arm away from his side, letting it rest on the edge of the futon. The youko repeated the action with the other arm, making an appreciative sound when Hiei didn't resist. Hiei returned the noise with one of his own as his friend ran a hand down his chest and stomach, lightly and teasingly, changing direction as it neared his pelvis to settle on his thigh. He felt the youko put a bit of pressure, and spread his legs a little farther apart. Kurama touched each limb he'd moved a

He felt the futon sink a little more as the youko straddled him. Kurama kissed him; first just a brush of lips, then a soft peck, and finally Hiei felt the redhead's tongue request admittance. He allowed it, and they shared something deeper and more sensual than the desperate lip-lock they'd engaged in before. One of Kurama's hands trailed up his chest and cupped his cheek... The other covered one of his nipples. Hiei hissed in surprise and almost opened his eyes.

Kurama's palm was ice cold.

The youko chuckled and pulled away for a moment, then rubbed Hiei's arms a few times. He leaned in again, but instead of going for Hiei's lips, he aimed lower and swiped his tongue over the skin of Hiei's neck. Kurama's tongue was cold, too. Hiei arched his head back a little, wanting to feel it again. The youko complied, scattering chilled kisses across his neck and throat. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the wintry effect wore off and Kurama's lips were warm again.

Kurama pulled away again for a moment, and when he returned to continue kissing his way down Hiei's throat, his lips and tongue were cold again. Ice cubes, Hiei determined, fingers twitching a little when the youko's tongue stroked the dip of his collarbone. He had to fight the urge to move and push his friend's head away. He didn't like it when pressure was applied to that part of his neck. But he managed to remain still, like Kurama wanted. Or perhaps, moving was something Kurama wanted him to do; the purpose of the game.

Kurama moved away again - probably to moisten his mouth with the ice cubes. His suspicions were proved correct when the chilled lips and hands came back, the cold fingers trailing up the undersides of his arms and the lips down his chest. His breath caught in his throat as he felt Kurama move to the left, tensing with anticipation as his friend neared a nipple, wondering what it would feel like to have it sucked by an icy-cool mouth. He curled his toes when he felt Kurama exhale on it--

--And then in one swift movement, Kurama was running his tongue along the ridges of his ear. Hiei inhaled sharply in surprise at the unexpected assault, turning his head away - Kurama hadn't insisted that he keep his head still, after all. The youko released his ear and kissed the sensitive flesh behind it, sending little ripples of pleasure through Hiei's body that were beginning to center between his thighs.

Kurama played with his ear for a few moments more, and then his friend scooted backwards, butterfly kissing his way down his torso - ignoring his nipples entirely, much to Hiei's disappointment. Then the cool tip of Kurama's tongue dipped into his navel, and he squirmed, wanting his friend to go lower...

Kurama did go lower, but much too low. The youko's weight left the futon, and the next thing Hiei knew, the soft lips were kissing his insteps - first on one foot, then the other, and then they started trailing up one leg while Kurama's hand stroked up another. When Kurama reached his knees, Hiei had to stop himself from bending them to give easier access to his inner thighs. He made an impatient noise when the youko lingered on his right kneecap, but it didn't make Kurama go any faster. On the contrary, it prompted the redhead to stop.

This time Hiei heard the clinking sound of the cubes touching one another as Kurama fished through the bowl for one, which meant the redhead was probably starting to enjoy the game a great deal - so much that he wasn't about to bother with stealth anymore.

If Hiei had had any doubts about whether or not the props were in fact ice cubes, they were quelled when one was dragged along the crease between his thigh and his abdomen. He inhaled through clenched teeth at the coldness, which was immediately soothed with Kurama's warm tongue as it lapped up the water the cube had left. The youko's index finger traced that same spot on his other leg, and Hiei braced himself for a repeat performance - and cried out when Kurama's frosty mouth closed over his left nipple. He gripped the sheets of the futon tightly as Kurama alternated between licking and sucking, making no effort to hold back any moans. Gods, he liked that - Kurama knew how much he liked that... And Kurama was so good at it...

He made a sort of half-moan, half-whimper when Kurama's mouth released the hardened nub, and couldn't stop himself. He moved his hands and gripped the youko's head, applying a bit of pressure to try and entice him to stay there. Kurama didn't appear to mind, but he didn't comply, either. Instead, he moved Hiei's hands back to where he'd initially placed them. Hiei mewled in protest and Kurama swallowed it with a kiss, bringing his cold fingers to toy with Hiei's other nipple. It wasn't exactly what he wanted Kurama to do, but it still felt good, so he kissed back, letting the youko know he approved.

He panted for fresh air when Kurama left his mouth, and felt the youko move around on the futon. Hiei frowned as he realized his friend was now on all fours above him, but facing his feet. A small smile tugged at his mouth as his mind conjured the amusing - and appealing - image of Kurama on his hands and knees with his bottom in the air. Then the redhead's tongue was gliding deliciously close to the juncture of his thighs, and his attention was immediately diverted. He pushed his hips up in a silent plea for Kurama to keep on; to swallow him whole... He wanted it...

Kurama gave it to him; swiftly and suddenly, the youko's mouth took him in and down, dragged his lips up Hiei's length and then released him. It was so fast, Hiei barely had time to realize what had happened, let alone make any cry of pleasure. He whined when Kurama kissed the front of his hips, hoping the youko would take pity on him.

One would think, that after nearly three years of coupling with Kurama, Hiei would know him better.

The youko ignored his plea and started kissing random places on his lower body: hips, thighs, abdomen... Then his friend moved again, returning to his previous position, straddling him once more. Kurama chuckled and stroked his arms, drawing them up. He kissed the insides of Hiei's wrists and set his arms above his head. Hiei let him do it, grateful that his friend wasn't indulging in his affinity for bondage. Although he'd assented to it several times because Kurama had begged and pleaded, Hiei didn't like being tied up for any reason.

The youko released his arms, and Hiei didn't move them. He sighed quietly when Kurama placed a gentle kiss on each of his closed eyelids, as though commending him for keeping them closed the entire time. Hiei silently thought he deserved the praise. He liked watching Kurama during their coupling - and he had to admit, not knowing where Kurama was going to touch him next was driving him insane.

He sighed again and shuddered when the ice cube started trailing down his left arm...down his side...the outside of his leg...and then the inside, climbing up to his inner thigh, thankfully bypassing his arousal completely, to continue down the inside of his other leg...then the outside, and back up his body to his right arm, almost as though Kurama were icing one of those baked goods that looked like humans. Kurama leaned down to kiss his neck again, softly, open-mouthed with the barest hint of suction...and then he scooted farther down and latched on to the nipple he'd neglected earlier. Hiei moaned louder this time, hoping the noises would compel his friend to stay there longer. It was easy to be so vocal; the youko's teeth worried at the nub in his mouth, and he suckled as though he'd get milk from it if he tried hard enough.

"Kurama," Hiei uttered, breaking their tacit agreement of silence, "can I...?"

He felt his friend nod, and wasted no time. He threaded his fingers into Kurama's red mane and held the youko's head to his pectoral, arched himself into the amorous mouth. Kurama's arms wilgged their way under him to wrap themselves firmly around his back. The redhead lifted himself from Hiei's chest and crawled up to kiss his mouth once, deeply, and then moved quickly backwards to swallow him again. Hiei's mouth fell open, but no sound came out, other then his heavier, erratic breathing. This was another thing Kurama was good at...

Somehow, Hiei mused as he writhed under Kurama's ministrations, it was more erotic because he couldn't see his friend going down on him. It was kind of a reversal, since usually watching Kurama do it would have turned him on even more. As it was, this time he wasn't allowed to see, but he had a vivid imagination. One which was presently supplying him with the image of Kurama lying between his thighs, with his eyes shut and his beautiful red hair spread over Hiei's abdomen, his own hips thrusting against the edge of the futon as he held Hiei steady and tried to draw his release from him...

Thinking became impossible when Kurama quickened his pace, falling into the rhythm Hiei had come to love. Hiei moved his legs and wrapped them around his friend's back, rocking his hips back and forth into the youko's mouth. Kurama was taking him to that place...that wonderful place where time stood still, where there were no worries, where there was only pleasure...

He rolled his head back and cried out as he came.

It was a few minutes before he came back to himself. He felt Kurama laying atop him, though being mindful not to put his full weight on him, but he took his time. He waited until his breathing evened out, until his limbs stopped trembling... When he opened his eyes, Kurama was smiling down at him; a dazzling, radiant smile.

"I knew that would be fun," he whispered excitedly, leaning down to scatter little kisses across Hiei's face and neck. "You should have seen yourself, Hiei. You were so beautiful... I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Hiei didn't answer right away, but wound his arms around Kurama's neck and kissed his cheek. "...I kept my eyes closed."

Kurama was silent for a moment. Then he burst into a fit of chuckles, rolling them over to lay on their sides. "Oh, Hiei, you silly... That wasn't the point of the game!" he insisted, holding Hiei to him, rubbing his nose through his hair.

"Then what was?" Hiei wondered. "I thought it was a challenge?"

"Not really," Kurama replied, stroking a hand up and down his back. "I read about it in the magazine. Apparently there are four secret pleasure trails you can follow on a man's body to give him a mind-blowing experience. I picked the 'slow and sensual' one." He kissed Hiei nose. "You're not exactly a man, but I figured it would work well enough," he added with a wink. "So...what did you think?"

Mind-blowing? Certainly not. But it had been slow, sensual, pleasurable, unpredictable... "You know, considering that thing is written by women, they know quite a bit about men..."

"So you liked it?" Kurama asked, pointedly rubbing himself against Hiei's body.

"Of course I liked it," Hiei replied, and then moved his hand to touch the erection Kurama still possessed. "Sorry, youko. I'll get to you in a minute."

"In a minute?" Kurama echoed. "Why a minute?"

Hiei rolled away and picked up the magazine, thankful for the fact that Kurama had saved the page. He flipped through the few pages that covered the game they'd just played and smiled. There were more. "It's my turn."

"But you don't read English," Kurama protested. "How can you know what to do? I don't want to read it all out to you, Hiei," he whined. "I want it now. Please?"

Hiei studied the pages. "There are pictures, Red. I can read the pictures. Look," he added, pointing to a green figure of a human body with dots and lines decorating it, "there are even diagrams. I think I'll be fine." He smiled as he looked past the method Kurama had used on him and saw the next one. They had done "slow and sensual." Maybe it was time for "fast and furious."

He returned to the futon and moved Kurama to lie on his back, straddling the youko's stomach. "Want to play again?"

Kurama winced. "Hiei, please don't do 'slow and sensual'. Please. I can't wait that long."

Hiei grinned down at him. "Think you can manage not to scream? Or would you like a gag?"

"...But I like to scream," Kurama retorted lamely.

"I like to watch," Hiei pointed out. He leaned down to exhale over Kurama's ear. "But if you do scream," he whispered "...do it in English."

Owari

Author's Notes:
~ This lemon was brought to you by Mina's perversion and Cosmo magazine. I used some of the suggestions from January's issue of Cosmo to help write this one ^_^ Generally, I don't read many magazines, but I have to admit, it was an interesting one ^^ Ah...the girl on the cover is Britney Spears, by the way.
~ For all you girls...listen to Hiei and check yourselves regularly. Being cautious never hurt anyone.
~ Er, the act of "sniffing" involves turning your head to the side and inhaling through your nose, as though removing yourself from an offensive area - or a ridiculous topic, just in case no one's ever heard this term before. Also, you generally close your eyes when you do it - which is why Hiei opened one eye after when he started talking again ^_~
~ Does this need a Hiei/Kurama sequel?

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