"Mmm...

"Ahhh...

"Ohhh...

"Ahn...ah....yes...

"Mm...Hiei...

"Ah...! Oh...! Yes...yes!

"Oh, yes! Yes!

"Don't stop, Hiei! Harder! Harder!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!!"

From his sitting position on the couch, Hiei lowered the magazine to raise an eyebrow at the panting youko on the futon. "Was it as good for me as it was for you?"

Kurama stretched, folding his arms beneath his head. He was wearing only a shirt and his red silk boxers. "That felt fantastic..."

"Did you have to be that loud...?"

His friend snorted. "Well, you wouldn't let me scream - I hate it when you don't let me scream. I had a lot of shouting to catch up on."

"I see." Hiei went back to the magazine, flipping through the too-thin pages and wrinkling his nose at several of the models. "Blue is not her color," he muttered. "And this one looks better with only the corners of her eyes lined."

"Find anything yet, Hiei?"

"Nope. Have we done them all, you think?"

"Impossible. They have sex tips in each issue. There's bound to be some we've missed."

Hiei shrugged. "Well, why don't you come help me look instead of faking orgasms on the floor?"

"Who's faking?" Kurama laughed. "And besides, I was hoping to go another round before trying something new." He rolled to lie on his side, head propped up by a hand, and patted the free space of the futon invitingly.

Hiei gave the youko a wry grin. "You were doing just fine without me."

"But it would be more fun with you," Kurama pointed out.

"Red, we just finished."

"We did not," Kurama retorted. "It's been three hours."

Hiei blinked. "Has it? I guess my sense of time has gotten a little distorted." To be expected, he supposed, with the odd schedule they had been following. Since Kurama had played one of the Pleasure Trails games with him, they had spent the last few days doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and screwing.

"Maybe we have done them all, though," Hiei said, continuing to flip through the magazine. "We've spent days fooling around with these books. I don't think we have anything new to try..."

"Who says it has to be something new, then?" Kurama cooed. "We could always do one of the older tricks..."

"I'd rather do something new, though," Hiei admitted, and paused thoughtfully. "But that thing with the handcuffs and the donuts... I'd do that again."

Kurama licked his lips. "Yeah - and the shower trick with the curtain rod... I'd do that again."

"Not me," Hiei replied with a wince. "My lower back still hurts when I bend over... What about that thing with the bananas?"

"Nuh-uh. I'm all out of bananas. Hey, we could do that whipping thing again."

"No. That was humiliating. I'm never doing it again - unless I get to do the whipping."

"Spoilsport."

Hiei smirked, and turned the page. The next headline caught his eye. Kurama had given him a crash course in English literature, and now he was all but fluent - or at least literate. He doubted he could speak an English sentence to save his life, but he could understand the written language. He skimmed the article and stared at the heading again. Interesting... "Red," he called quietly, "I think I've found something."

"Oh?" Kurama crawled over, looking intrigued. "What?"

Hiei turned the magazine over so his friend could see the article. Kurama grinned and reached for it, and Hiei pulled it away and hid it behind his back. "It's my turn."

"No, it's not," Kurama protested. "You were top last time."

"Well, I'm going to be top this time, too."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"That's not good enough."

"Okay, then... Says the book." Hiei nodded decisively. "Whoever has the magazine has the power."

Kurama raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"Really. Besides, you're the man."

"Ah, but you always make fun of how girlish I look. So, that makes you the man."

"I'm not a man - I'm a male demon. The two aren't necessarily the same thing."

"Nice try. Give me the magazine."

"No."

Kurama leapt toward him, and Hiei scampered off the couch to avoid the tackle. "No flitting, Hiei!" his friend ordered. "Stand and fight like a man!"

"I'm not a man - I'm a male de--ack!" He ducked the sofa cushion and sidestepped his charging partner. "Kurama," he admonished laughingly, "it's sex, not a tournament."

"I like rough foreplay," his friend replied with a grin.

"I'm not so fond of it..."

"I know - you're such a girl."

"Well then, that makes you the man. Therefore, I am top, and you are bottom. He pointed to the futon. "Floor now."

Kurama folded his arms defiantly. "No. It's my turn to be top. I don't want to be bottom."

Hiei hugged the magazine close to him and gazed imploringly at the redhead. "Please?"

Kurama rolled his eyes and looked away, waving a hand. "Gods, Hiei, don't do the eye-thing..."

Hiei tilted his head and intensified the look. "Pretty please, Red?"

Kurama turned back, but kept his eyes closed. He was trying very hard not to smile. "Hiei, don't make that face..."

"With sugar on top?"

"Hiei--"

"And cherries? With whipped cream?"

Kurama chuckled and strode toward him, looking defeated. "You're lucky," he began, taking Hiei by the shoulders and pulling him close, "that your face has the same dimensions as a kitten's." He smiled and bent to kiss Hiei's neck.

"Yeah," Hiei agreed, closing his eyes and tilting his head to entice his friend to continue. "I'm sure, aren't I? Everyone thinks I'm cute... Why didn't I start exploiting that years ago...?"

"Yeah...you're cute," Kurama agreed, hands snaking around Hiei's body. The redhead's lips were soft and wet against his skin. "And you're small...and short...and bottom!" he cried, snatching the magazine and backing away.

"Hey!" Hiei snapped. "You cheated!"

"All's fair in love and war, Hiei."

"Neither of those applies to us, Kurama."

"Then all's fair in love, war, and lust." Kurama grinned and pointed to the futon. "Get your ass over there."

Hiei raised an eyebrow. "Only my ass?"

"It's the only part of you I need."

"Then I'll bring all of me - just to spite you."

Hiei stalked back to the futon. He felt Kurama following close behind, and so when they neared the mattress, he turned and tackled the youko.

Kurama yelped as Hiei shoved him to the floor, and for a few moments they wrestled good-naturedly for dominance. Hiei knew that neither of them were taking the fight seriously. After all, no matter who ended up with the magazine, both of them would win.

He wailed in mock-despair when Kurama pinned him, straddling his hips and pressing his back to the floor. He pushed at the youko's arm with his free hand, but the redhead's grip was firm.

"Give up?" his friend asked, rubbing himself over Hiei's crotch.

Hiei gave the youko a half-smile and moved his free hand to start slamming his fist against the floor. "Don't stop, Kurama!" he shouted at the top of lungs. "Harder! Harder!"

Kurama had started snickering as soon as the first "harder" had left his mouth. "Hiei," he managed between chuckles, "stop that!"

"Harder! Harder! Harder! Harder!"

"Hiei, stop it!" Kurama cried in horror. He was still laughing, though. "The people under us...the neighbors...!"

Hiei rolled his head back and punched the floor harder with each word. "Ah! Ah! Shuichi! Shuichi! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

"Hiei!" Kurama wailed, moving both hands to smother his shouts. "Shut up!"

Taking advantage of the opening, Hiei rolled them over and snatched the discarded magazine. He sat astride Kurama's hips and brandished the book. "I win."

Kurama started stroking his thighs. "But you like being bottom," he said mournfully.

"I never said I didn't." Hiei grinned down at his friend. "You like being bottom, too."

"I never said I didn't."

Hiei stuck his tongue out at the youko.

Kurama smirked. "If you're gonna stick out your tongue, do something with it."

Hiei rolled his eyes. "Oh, Red...you can do better than that." He leaned down and kissed his friend, but he didn't use his tongue at all, keeping the contact as the barest brush of lips. He swatted Kurama's wandering hand and smiled at the youko's questioning glance. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say I won."

"Oh, okay... I won."

Hiei rolled his eyes again and pinched Kurama's cheek. "Smart-ass. You know what I meant."

"Ah, I know. You won." Kurama grinned and flopped his arms back, spreading his legs wide and baring his neck. "Will you be ravishing me now?"

"Actually, I was thinking of just sitting here..."

Kurama pinched his thigh.

"Ow!"

"After all the trouble we went through to get me down here, you'd better make me think it was worth it." He rubbed the spot he'd just pinched. "Sorry."

"I'll let it slide... Just this once."

"You're too kind..." Kurama batted his eyelashes. "So what are we playing again?"

"99 Things to Do to a Naked Man."

"Sounds fun..." Then the youko smirked. "But are you sure you can count that high?"

"Funny." Hiei smacked his friend's side.

Kurama made a tiny exclamation of pain. "Was that one of the 99 things?"

"No." Hiei bent to kiss the redhead again, stopping just shy of his friend's mouth to blow on the pursed lips, and then brushed them softly. When he pulled away, Kurama lifted his head to try and follow. Hiei sat back with a smirk. "That was, though."

"What was? Teasing me?" Kurama reached up and grabbed his shirtfront. The youko pulled him down, and Hiei put his hands on either side of his friend's head to avoid having their faces collide. Kurama smiled. "Are we going to do all 99 things?"

Hiei chuckled, brushing his mouth against the redhead's again before moving to his ear. "Nope. Some of them, we can't do," he tongued the ridges, "because they require breasts, which I don't have."

"You'd better not," Kurama mumbled. "Or you'll have some explaining to do... Although, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Then I could have almost everything."

"But then you'd never leave me alone," Hiei pointed out, nibbling the youko's earlobe.

"You say it like it's a bad thing..."

"I suppose it isn't," Hiei lamented with a shrug, sitting back to begin working at the buttons of Kurama's sleeveless shirt. "This makes you look like a girl, by the way..."

"Funny."

"Oh, I wasn't kidding."

"You're so abusive," Kurama sobbed, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Both emotionally and physically. I should leave you."

Hiei snorted softly and fiddled with one of the last buttons. It was caught on a thread from the shirt. "Why do we even bother getting dressed again? We're not going anywhere..." He struggled with the rebelling button a few moments more before exhaling sharply. "Red, can I just tear it off?"

"Hiei, we have rules about not ruining each other's clothing."

"But it's an ugly shirt, anyway." He tugged pointedly at the fabric. "Who cares if it gets ruined? It's hideous."

"Let's talk about that royal blue top of yours, then."

"That's different - I knew it would be ruined."

"I see."

The button he was fighting with popped off. "Oops," he said, knowing he didn't sound very apologetic.

Kurama moved his arm and gave Hiei a look. "You'll be sewing that back on, just so you know."

"Kurama, it's ugly." He finished with the buttons and tugged the shirt open. He bent his head to brush the fluffy tips of his hair against his friend's nipples.

Kurama sighed quietly, his fingers coming to pet Hiei's hair. "Stop making fun of my clothes."

"But it's so easy," Hiei protested. "Especially when you wear stuff like that thing." He kissed the underside of Kurama's chin before moving to flick his tongue over each of his friend's nipples. Then he sat up, sticking a finger in his mouth and wetting it with his saliva. He used the wet finger to trace the edges of Kurama's ear. "You don't have lingerie or dresses, do you?"

"No," Kurama replied, sounding a tad confused.

"Good." Hiei scooted backwards so he was sitting astride the youko's thighs. "Because there's no way in Hell I'm putting that stuff on..."

Kurama chuckled. "I don't know... I'd like to see you in a teddy..."

"Dream about it, then, because it won't happen." He grazed the junction of Kurama's thighs with his fingers. "Tell me if I look good, though, okay?" He curled his hand around Kurama's length and started stroking him through the fabric of his shorts.

Kurama wormed completely out of his shirt and tossed it aside. "If you look really good in it, I'll buy you one," he promised, his member beginning to harden in Hiei's hand.

Hiei snorted and bent so that he was almost doubled-over, removing his hand from Kurama's silk-covered erection and replacing it with his mouth. He worked the length primarily with only his lips, relishing the soft, surprised "Ahh" Kurama made. He tongued the slit before withdrawing, sitting back up and making a small face.

"I don't care how expensive it is. Silk tastes horrid."

Kurama reached for him, and Hiei let the youko pull him down. He settled atop his friend, his head level with the redhead's. Kurama pressed his lips against Hiei's shoulder. "When do I get step two?" he asked, moving his hips in a tiny circle.

"Not 'till later," Hiei whispered into the youko's ear. He lipped his way down the side of the redhead's neck and licked his jugular. But instead of biting down, as he normally would have, he started sucking on the skin - hard. Kurama squirmed a little, moving his head away to bare more of his throat.

"Am I allowed to move?" the youko wondered quietly.

Hiei shrugged. "I don't mind." He brought his lips so close to the redhead's ear that they were almost touching it. "But," he whispered, "try to take the reins and you're screwed."

"Is that a promise?"

Hiei rolled his eyes, turning Kurama's face back to him with a finger. "You make me want to throttle you sometimes, you know that?" He kissed the youko before he could retort, playing with his friend's lips rather than asking to be let inside. A moment later, Kurama's hands were stroking his shoulder blades over his black shirt. He nibbled the redhead's lower lip, and when his friend opened his mouth, he caught the tongue that came out to play with his teeth and sucked on it. Kurama's hands moved from his shoulders to his lower back.

When they broke apart for air, Hiei slid down to drop a kiss on Kurama's left nipple. He rubbed his cheek over it as he trapped the other between his thumb and forefinger. When he twisted the one in his grip, quickly and sharply, Kurama released a half-yelp, half-moan, and one hand came up to tangle in the hair at the back of Hiei's head. The other remained flat against the pit end of Hiei's spine. Hiei chuckled. He knew what Kurama could handle - he hadn't pulled it hard enough to really hurt. But the fact that it could have was part of what made it so fun. He "apologized" by kissing the hardened nub, and sat back again.

"Can we get down to business now?" Kurama asked breathlessly. "There's no need for anything so drawn out - we're on vacation and in perpetual states of horny."

"Sorry," Hiei answered, taking one of Kurama's hands and sucking on the index finger. "I still have 34 more things to do," he went on, licking around the digit in an erotic mimicry of another activity.

"You mean you're counting?" Kurama wailed forlornly, his eyes narrowed into little slits as he stared at Hiei suckling his finger.

Hiei smiled and shrugged one shoulder. "Be glad I omitted some, then. They didn't apply to our situation, anyway." He paused thoughtfully, remembering one of the suggestions. "Though the one about sneaking up behind you while you do the dishes...I might do that later..."

"Keep stalling and you'll be doing the dishes - after you sew my button back on."

Hiei quirked an eyebrow. "Have you seen the pile of dishes in the sink? If I'm doing them, I'd better start now." He moved to rise.

Kurama's hands gripped his hips like a vice. "If you leave now, you die."

"Ohhh," Hiei sighed, "a Shakespearian 'die'?"

The youko growled. "You are so sleeping on the couch..."

"That's okay. I've been meaning to get to know myself again, anyway."

"Hiei, stop being an ass and get on with it."

"Are you PMS-ing, Kurama?" Hiei asked with a small grin. "Because you're being a bitch."

The redhead moved his hands and pinched both of Hiei's buttocks.

"Ow! Ow! Stop that!" Hiei swatted at the hands. "All right! All right! Just stop!"

Kurama relinquished his hold and smiled sweetly. "I'll make it up to your butt later," he promised.

"You'd better," Hiei muttered. He rubbed himself pointedly over the rock-hard erection Kurama was enduring - not very patiently, Hiei had to add. He took Kurama's hands and placed them against his chest.

"Tear it off," he instructed when the redhead raised an eyebrow.

Kurama licked his lips. He took a firm hold of the thin fabric and ripped it away with little effort, whipping the pieces away. "I love doing that," he remarked, running his hands over the planes of Hiei's chest and around his back to finally come to rest on his hips again.

"I like doing it, too," Hiei replied pointedly. "But, see, someone doesn't like it when I tear his clothes off." Before Kurama could retort, Hiei leaned over until he was almost lying on top of the redhead, reaching for the tube of lubricant that had been discarded a little ways from the futon. He paused for a moment, a quiet, surprised "Ahn..." escaping his lips as Kurama took advantage of his position to take a nipple in his mouth, hands caressing the bare skin of his back. He made a show of searching for the tube with his fingers, making time for Kurama to slide his pants as far down his legs as possible.

When the lubricant was in his hands, Hiei reluctantly pulled away from the mouth and sat back again. He put the tube in his mouth while he worked Kurama's boxers off. He tossed the shorts in the general direction the rest of their clothes had gone, and then he raised himself on one knee and then the other to finish shedding his pants, which soon joined the discarded clothing.

With one hand and his teeth, Hiei worked the tube open. With the other hand, he tugged Kurama to a sitting position. The youko obeyed without comment, and Hiei backed away to let the redhead bend his knees and spread them wider. Hiei took Kurama's right hand and applied a generous amount of the lubricant to his first two fingers. It was a little difficult, since the tube was bent and molded in an odd way - proof of the haste they usually applied when using it. Often, they would be enjoying themselves so much, they would almost forget the little detail known as lubrication, and have to scramble to get it on without slowing their pace.

With Kurama's hand ready, Hiei set the tube on the floor and then dove toward the youko's naked arousal. He paused long enough to blow on the tip, hear his friend's agonized moan, and then he swallowed as much of it as he could. He held the redhead steady with one hand, and his other traveled to various parts of Kurama's lower body: his inner thighs, his abdomen, the curls Hiei's nose was almost buried in. He tickled the line under the youko's testicles, listening to Kurama's moans become louder.

When he felt the first lubricated finger trace the crease of his buttocks, he moaned - partly to vocalize his pleasure, and partly to give more to Kurama by humming around the erection in his mouth. The finger penetrated him, and Hiei reciprocated by suckling harder on Kurama's hardness, wetting it with as much saliva as he could manage, and using his tongue to swirl around it, just how the youko loved it.

When the second finger joined the first and started moving in tantalizing circles, thrusting in and out, Hiei opened his eyes and rolled them upwards so he could see Kurama. The youko leaned over so he could kiss the top of Hiei's head, and pulled his fingers out. He lay back onto the futon again.

Hiei positioned himself over Kurama's arousal, hovering tip for a few moments. He lowered himself just a little, so that the tip grazed his skin, and Kurama groaned.

"Just do it." It more of a plea than an order. "Now."

So he did it; swiftly, almost letting himself fall, he impaled himself on the youko's shaft. It took him a moment or so to adjust to the sensation. He moved up once, and went down again. He waited a few seconds, and then did it again. When he paused the second time, Kurama struggled to sit up once more. They kissed; a rough, carnal, hungry action, running fingers through each other's hair.

Hiei broke it, and immediately pushed Kurama back down. Now comfortable with the feeling of Kurama's erection inside him, he started moving. Up and down...up and down...up...and down... Quickly, not wanting to break the rhythm, he smacked Kurama's hand away from his own arousal mid-thrust, and almost lost his balance.

"No," he managed to grate out, struggling to keep going at the same rate despite the near-collapse that would have been a mite painful for both of them.

Kurama's voice was a mixture of ecstasy and confusion. "You don't want--?"

Hiei cut him off with an emphatic shake of his head. Now he was painfully aware of his own erection. He'd barely realized he'd had one before - he'd been so occupied... Oh, well... When it came to activities between sheets, Kurama had the creativity, but Hiei had the endurance.

When he felt Kurama trying to thrust up against him, roaring foreign cries of pleasure - English, Hiei noted wryly - he knew it was almost time. So he stopped. He sagged a little, panting and a little sweaty, closing his eyes in the face of his friend's urges to keep going.

"Hi-ei," Kurama whined. "Why'd you stop...?"

Hiei didn't answer. Instead, he started to rise, letting Kurama slip out of him. As expected, the act didn't sit too well with the redhead.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" the youko wailed. "Get back here now. Please...?" he added when Hiei didn't obey.

Hiei barked a little laugh and grabbed the lubricant again. They had to hurry now, just in case Kurama lost his erection and they'd have to work it up again. Hiei had endurance, yes...but he didn't think he could wait much longer.

"Up and over," he requested breathlessly, biting his bottom lip as he coated himself.

Kurama scrambled to do as he was asked, settling himself on all fours. Hiei crawled forward, nibbling at the underside of Kurama's knee before raising his lips to kiss each of his friend's buttocks. Then he stood, taking hold of the redhead's hips, and rubbing his tip against the youko's crevice.

"Ready?" he managed.

Kurama nodded, and Hiei pushed in. Kurama whimpered, and Hiei echoed it as he was encased in the youko's passage. When he was fully inside his friend, he nearly fell onto the redhead's back. Kurama wiggled, adjusting to the feeling, and then groaned and pushed back.

That was all the encouragement Hiei needed. He started moving again; the first couple of thrusts were awkward, but then the speed was set. Instead of up and down, now it was back and forth. He squeezed his eyes shut as he quickened the pace. He knew he was moaning, but his own vocalizations were drowned out by Kurama's shouts - which periodically became thunderous roars, hinting that Hiei had hit that spot.

A few minutes later, Kurama let loose the infamous screech that signified his release. His body stiffened and shuddered beneath Hiei, and the redhead's seed was likely spilled onto the sheets. Hiei lasted several thrusts longer. He'd never been as vocal as Kurama; this time he only released a small wail as he climaxed, fingers digging into Kurama's hips. When he was finished, he let himself rest on Kurama's back, and the youko gently lowered both of them to the futon.

For a long time, neither of them said anything. Hiei was panting, and he could both hear and feel Kurama doing the same, the youko's heaves causing Hiei to rise and fall with them. Kurama's red hair was matted to Hiei's cheek. The minutes ticked by.

"You know what?" Kurama asked softly.

"Ahn?"

"...I am definitely renewing my subscription."

Hiei chuckled and rolled off and out of his friend. "Those books are amusing..."

"They are. I wonder why I never showed them to you before...?"

Hiei stretched out on his stomach on the futon. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a nap now."

"Me, too," Kurama agreed with a yawn. "Shall we go another round in 3 hours or so?"

"Sure."

The youko stretched out on his side beside him. Hiei didn't have to open his eyes to tell that the redhead's face was right next to his. "...Say, Hiei...if I took a quick run to the sex shop and picked up a teddy...would you wear it for the next round?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"With sugar on top?"

"No."

"And cherries? And whipped cream?"

"No."

"Not even if I--"

"No."

Kurama sighed and Hiei heard him flop onto his stomach. "You are no fun whatsoever."

"I'm heaps of fun."

"Then dress up pretty for me."

"No."

"Fine. ...But as soon as we get up, remember that you have dishes to do and buttons to sew."

Hiei snorted. "Fine. And you can go out and buy me a few new shirts. My supply tends to dwindle when I stay here. Can't imagine why..."

Kurama snickered. "...Nah. I'd rather we just laze around here and screw like rabbits."

Hiei smirked. "See you in three hours."

"...Hiei?"

"Hm?"

"...I do get to be top next time, right? It is my turn."

"Yes, you get to be top...

"...Maybe..."

====== Owari ======

Author's Notes: This lemon was brought to you by Mina's perversion and December '01's edition of Cosmo magazine.

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