CHAPTER 6
Aftermath
Kurama's head was buzzing with the excitement of what had just happened, so much so, he couldn't sleep. His eyes lingered dreamily on his lover's face for a while, then moved on, idly sweeping the area he could see without moving his head. Left... right.... up.... The dim, pink-tinted light Kurama hadn't bothered to turn off gleamed softly on the walls.....
Gleamed? Kurama's eyes snapped back to that spot. Then his eyes went wide.... and he began to shake, vainly trying to suppress the helpless laughter welling up inside him. First one giggle escaped, then another, then he couldn't help but surrender to a fit of giggling which overtook him.
"What the HELL are you laughing at again?!" The fire demon had been drifting off very nicely into a dream that seemed to be a reprise of their earlier efforts, with some interesting variations that he'd have to remember to try when he was awake. Unfortunately. the desirable part of "awake" didn't include being shaken conscious by your stupid Ningen lover having hysterics beside you...
"Hiei, I really didn't need my room redecorated...." With a growl, the youkai sat up in bed, ready to knock some sense into his infuriating fox, who was hopefully only temporarily insane. Kurama said nothing (he couldn't by now), but pointed, shaking with silent laughter, at the wall. Hiei stared, bemused, at a glistening trail of splatter-marks that ran up the wall... and onto the ceiling.
"Huh?"
"Hiei, that's you... that's what happened when you came the first time...."
"I did.... that?" Hiei's expression changed from smoldering anger to smug self-satisfaction, with what looked to Kurama suspiciously like a hint of a smirk. "Well.... it was pretty good..."
Standing up in the bed, Kurama found he couldn't reach the ceiling.
"Come on, help me move the bed!"
"Look, maybe crazy ningens like to re-arrange their rooms after having sex, but I don't! I just wanna sleep.... go 'way!" The last being an angry mumble because Kurama kissed him on his ear.
"Hiei, if I don't wash it off now, by the time my parents get home tomorrow evening it'll look like an army of snails crawled up my wall... and I don't fancy trying to dream up an explanation for that!" The giggles were threatening to break out again. "I can't reach from the bed, so we'll have to move something taller there for me to stand on. The desk should do..... Please, Hiei."
"Hn. Ohh.... alright." The entire operation was accompanied by Hiei grumbling sulkily under his breath about "stupid ningens". At last it was over, and the two boys were able to curl up in bed together. Hiei seemed to have no trouble in drifting off to sleep again, and this time Kurama was relieved to find he felt quite sleepy.
He found himself reflecting on what had happened, after all that practice with the hairbrush: that the beautiful, macho little fire demon had been longing to be screwed by his Kurama, who had no illusions about the un-masculine appearance of his current body. Well, he had no complaints... no complaints at all, but who would have expected that to happen? Whatever, he knew he would love Hiei with all his heart regardless of what they did in bed. The 'who' was everything, the 'how' was unimportant....
The next morning he awoke face down, as he usually slept, but with one important difference. Hiei was kneeling astride him, gently caressing his back.... and rubbing his very erect cock up and down the cleft between Kurama's buttocks. Not wanting to break the moment's pleasure, Kurama said nothing, just moving his arm so he could run a caressing hand up and down Hiei's thigh. After a moment, he lifted his hips a little to press his butt harder against Hiei's erection, and in return the fire demon guided its tip to Kurama's opening, and began to press in gently, but insistently.
"Hold on...." came muffled out from the pillow, as Kurama reached out a hand for the lotion...
"K'so!! That's cold!"
"But it'll help make it smoother for both of us....."
Hiei eased his way into Kurama slowly, carefully, with a gentleness the red-head would never have thought possible from the blunt, aggressive youkai. Then he lowered himself down onto Kurama full-length, and slid his arms under Kurama's chest, hugging him tightly. At the same time he began to move slowly in and out.... gently building a rhythm that became faster and faster. To Kurama's surprise, he rapidly felt a potent arousal sweeping through his body.
"Oh, Kurama!! Fox, I'm coming... "
"Oh... Oh... Hiei!"
After a long, shuddering silence, Hiei slowly withdrew, gently kissing the nape of Kurama's neck before slipping down beside him, ready to embrace his lover.
"Hiei, could you move over a bit? I seem to have made a wet patch under me...."
"Hn." (shuffle) "You liked it then?"
"Oooh, YES!" Kurama turned to embrace the little fire demon, and captured him in a soft, lingering kiss. After a while they began to talk, hesitant little sentences at first, but still more than they'd shared before. Then, Hiei suddenly turned the conversation to his nightmares, and the whole story tumbled out in a rush, as if he'd been longing to share the reason for his haunted sleep.
"Kurama, do you know what I couldn't stop dreaming about? The Artifacts - when they're together... they've got a personality of their own. The most powerful presence I ever felt. Seductive... it talks to your mind, about power, the limitless power you can have if you let it take over. It doesn't talk about the price. It nearly took me: I felt it drawing in my body.... and my soul, too. If it had won.... I think my soul would have died, and my body would have belonged to it for ever.
"It was like watching a madman take control of me... fighting insanely, not caring what happened. I thought I'd killed you, destroyed the only person who ever showed me any kindness. The person who meant most to me... and it wouldn't even let me stop to mourn... just drove me on to the next fight.
"I didn't know then the strength your youko side gave you.... no ningen could have taken that thrust and lived. I kept on re-living that moment, striking at Yusuuke, then seeing your face as you threw yourself onto the blade. In my dream I'm killing the thing I love, again and again...."
"Hush..." Kurama said softly. "It was a terrible nightmare, but it's over now. I'm okay, I'm here with you now, and I'll always be here for you...."
The youkai twisted to look him straight in the eye. "Thank you..." he said in a tiny whisper, then looked away suddenly, as if he'd embarrassed himself. Kurama hugged him, knowing it would be a long time before Hiei showed his feelings so openly again.
To lighten the mood, he teased Hiei about how he'd have to get him to wear something other than his loose black trousers, "because I can never tell if you're horny...".
"Hn. Good job too."
"Why?"
"Do you think I wanted everyone at the tournament to see I had a raging hard-on when you turned Youko?"
"Hiei! You didn't..?!"
"Did too. If you'd done that anywhere private, I would have challenged you to a fight."
"Why?"
"Because I could name the penalty.... winner screws loser, fox."
"So you could win me..."
"So I could lose, nice and quickly.... and still win!"
A few months later, the subject of Hiei's dream briefly resurfaced, in a way that made Kurama very happy.
"Kurama...."
"Hmmm?" (sleepily)
"You know those nightmares....?"
"Uh-huh."
"They stopped. There haven't been any more, wherever I sleep, since we started... you know."
"Good." (more alertly) "Perhaps we'd better make sure they don't come back....."
"Oi, get off me, you randy fox! Ohh.... alright. Come here, then..."
"That is my ambition...."
A pair of ruby eyes rolled
up in exasperation: the associated mouth was now too busy to speak.