Randy Rodeo
by Mina Lightstar

"So...what do we do now?"

"Quite frankly, my youko, I don't give a damn."

"Hiei, for the record, you're not allowed to watch 'Gone With the Wind', anymore."

"But it's such a funny movie."

"How is it funny?"

"You just don't have my sense of humor, Kurama."

"I'll take your word for it... Find anything, yet?"

"I did all the work before - quite enthusiastically, I might add. Full of vim and vigor, I was."

"If there'd been more vigor you would have gotten more vim from this end." [1]

"Funny. Just for that, I ought to--"

"--Screw me hard? Is 'ballsiest' a word?"

"I don't think so..."

"And they call themselves editors..."

Kurama rolled his eyes and took the edition Hiei was flipping through. "There are supposed to be sex games in this issue. It says so on the cover. Why can't we find them?"

Hiei snorted and grabbed another issue. "Sneaky women...always hiding the good stuff..."

Kurama studied one of the headlines on the cover of his issue. "Hiei, what are you really thinking during sex?"

"About how beautiful you are, Scarlet."

"...What are you really thinking?"

"Am I top or bottom?"

"Both."

"At the same time?" Hiei whistled quietly. "Wow. So who needs you?"

"Hi~ei--"

"All right, all right... If I'm on top, I can't hear myself think over those atrocious banshee mating calls of yours."

Kurama choked. "Banshee mating calls?"

"And when I'm bottom, it's usually something along the lines of, 'ohgodohgodohgodohgod'. What about you?"

Kurama grinned. "I'm thinking about how incredible you are."

"...What are you really thinking about?"

"I was serious. I think about how lucky I am to have you let me screw you over time and time again. And you let me scream as loud as I want."

"Aww... I love you, Scarlet."

"No, you don't."

"I like you?"

Kurama smirked. "Sometimes I'm not even sure about that..."

"...I lust after you?"

"That's the one."

They turned back to their magazines for a few moments, searching for anything they hadn't tried yet. It was midmorning - fairly early in the day - but Kurama's vacation was coming to an end all-too-soon. Only a couple of days remained before he would have to return to his routine: up, eat, work, come home, eat, one round of sex, sleep. What a dull cycle... And once Hiei returned to Mukuro, that would mean no sex. Would Mukuro agree to let Hiei have weekend sleepovers with me...?

"Ew."

Kurama shifted his gaze to his friend. "What?"

Hiei made a face at his issue and read it out loud. "'Then, without any warning, he showed me how he liked to put his unit inside the peel and use the banana goo as lubricant.' That's disgusting."

Kurama smiled. "It is strange...but it sounds good coming from you." When Hiei raised an eyebrow, Kurama explained himself, "I meant the way you read it. Your English is cute."

Hiei gave him a feral grin. "Bite me," he pronounced, very clearly, in English.

Kurama returned the grin and bit at the air. He liked biting...Hiei liked being bitten...and the fact that Hiei was sitting next to him practically naked wasn't helping matters any. The heat- wave had tapered off the day before, but they'd taken to wearing nothing but silken shorts. They were comfortable, concealed enough, and easy to take off. Kurama glanced down at his magazine again. "Let's hope I find those games soon or..." He trailed off, blinking at the plain page before him. "Oh, Hiei..."

"What?"

"...I found them." He tapped the dark blue page. "They were squeezed between some ads, and the layout is very plain. No wonder we missed them."

Hiei chucked his issue across the living room and crawled over to peek at Kurama's. "So which game are we playing?"

"There are six... If we're really horny, we can do all of them."

"Don't worry about me," Hiei assured him. "You're the one with the mono-orgasm male body. Poor human; you have an insatiable libido, but your equipment can't keep up."

"I can go for more than one round," Kurama retorted. And he could...he just needed five or ten minutes in-between romps. "Forgive me for not having your poly-orgasm male body. Damn demon." He flipped the page. "Want to do 'Icy-Heat Treat'?"

Hiei made a face. "That sounds too much like 'Pleasure Trails'. Seen it, did it, done it."

"What about 'For Her Eyes Only'?"

Hiei glanced at the description. "...But I'm not tired."

Kurama rolled his eyes. "Then how 'bout..." He trailed off, catching the fifth game's description. "Hiei...which one of us is the man again?"

His friend read through the directions. "...You are, Kurama."

"Then shall we do this one?"

"'The Randy Rodeo'?" Hiei asked. "Sure. But you don't have a long velvet ribbon..."

"No," Kurama agreed, sliding closer to the fire demon, "but I have a belt..."

"But it says we need both for the 'utmost pleasure'..."

"So? We'll improvise." Kurama grinned and ran a finger along Hiei's shoulder. "Besides, I know you... All I have to do is lavish attention on your pectorals, and you melt for me."

"All I have to do is ride you and you start sounding like porcupines mating on a chalkboard."

Kurama rolled his eyes. "You're so cruel to me... How's your back?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Good," Kurama quipped, and grabbed his friend, rolling them both over so that he ended up dominant. They ended up rolling off the futon and onto the living room floor. Kurama slid his hands under Hiei, pillowing the fire demon's head with his palms.

Hiei arched an eyebrow. "I take it you're ready?"

Kurama nodded and rubbed their noses together. "I'm always ready, my demon lover."

Hiei chuckled and rested his hands on Kurama's waist. "Yeah, I know..." One hand drifted lower to float over Kurama's bottom, and his other brushed Kurama's red tresses away from his neck. "...Can I braid your hair?"

Kurama rolled his eyes. "Only if you let me put pigtails in yours."

His friend gave him a half-smile and licked his nose. "Maybe later."

Kurama smiled back and ground his hips into his friend's, watching Hiei's eyes lose their focus for a moment. "So we're going to play 'Randy Rodeo'?" he whispered, scooting downwards to touch the tip of his tongue to Hiei's left nipple.

Hiei's head wasn't cushioned by Kurama's hands anymore, but he didn't seem to mind. "...Uh-huh..."

Kurama closed his eyes, already imagining what it would feel like. He rubbed his cheek against Hiei's pectoral. "So...you're going to ride me like a mechanical bull...?"

"...If you want me to..."

"Great!" Kurama cried, pushing off his friend and getting to his feet. "I'll go get the belt!" he added, turning and preparing to scamper to his room.

"And you call me cruel," Hiei wailed mournfully. "I've been abandoned for a strip of leather..."

Kurama chuckled and spun back around. "Oh, I'm sorry. You can come with me," he added, bending and scooping the fire demon up, struggling with the added weight for only a moment.

"I'd like to come with you," Hiei muttered seductively. He looped his arms around Kurama's neck as Kurama took them both across the apartment. "Though, really, Scarlet, this should be the other way around."

"Enough with the 'Wind' references, Rhett."

Kurama carried his friend into the bedroom. He dumped Hiei onto the unmade bed before heading to the dresser and fishing through the top drawer for a belt.

"Did you see that?" Hiei asked no one in particular. "He just threw me away - just like that. Like I was nothing. The nerve..."

Kurama grinned and pulled out a wide, black belt from amongst his socks. It had taken some hunting in order to find it; whoever thought that Minamino Shuichi was a tidy and proper young man had obviously never seen his sock drawer... "Don't worry, I'll be back to whip you into shape in a few seconds."

"...Didn't I say I wasn't going to participate in anymore whipping...?"

"Too late. You already said yes."

"I plead temporary insanity."

"You can't back out now."

"And since when do you dictate what I can and cannot do?"

Kurama smirked and turned back to face his friend. "Since I let you eat my food and watch my video collection." He folded the belt, taking hold of the ends, and then jerked his arms apart, making it sound as though he'd flicked a whip. "Ready?" he asked, striding closer to the bed, already wondering if he'd be able to control himself or if he should let Hiei tie him to the chair.

Hiei spread himself on his back first, stretching like a cat before rolling onto his stomach. He pushed himself to his hands and knees in preparation to rise, and Kurama found his gaze wandering to the black shorts that covered Hiei's bottom - and the firm buttocks he knew were under them...and he couldn't resist.

He drew his arm back and flicked the belt, smirking as the leather accessory smacked his friend's rear.

"OW!" Hiei yelped, falling back onto his stomach. "DAMN IT, KURAMA!" He moved one hand behind him to rub his bottom.

Kurama chuckled. "I didn't hit you that hard."

Apparently, Hiei disagreed. "Son of a... Shit, Kurama, that hurt..."

Kurama grinned sheepishly. Perhaps he had struck Hiei harder than he'd intended... Enthusiasm could muddle one's skill - even when one's signature weapon happened to be a whip... "Poor baby," he cooed, climbing onto the bed. The mattress rocked with the extra movement as he settled on his knees before Hiei. "Here," he added, reaching forward to place his free hand on the cheek Hiei's wasn't holding, "let me kiss it better..."

Hiei swatted his hand away. "Don't touch what you can't afford."

Kurama rolled his eyes and smiled. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard," he offered. He ran a finger along the contour of one cheek. "Will you let me make it up to you?"

"That depends," Hiei muttered. "Just how do you plan to make up for beating me with a belt?"

"Be thankful it wasn't the end with the buckle," Kurama offered, setting the accessory onto the bed beside them. He leaned in and rubbed his cheek over one buttock, one hand urging his friend to raise himself onto his hands and knees. Hiei complied, and Kurama rewarded the obedience by sneaking his hand between his thighs to cup him. Hiei twitched in response to the touch, and Kurama took his hand away.

He lowered himself a little more, bringing his mouth to the back of Hiei's thigh. His lips tasted the soft skin just below the hem of the black shorts and started traveling farther up. He used one hand to tug the fabric up, revealing more of Hiei's upper thigh, trailing his lips up almost to his friend's bottom. He wanted to go further; he kept his light kisses going as his hand tried pulling the silk higher. He grunted in annoyance. The damn shorts just wouldn't go any farther up...!

"Pull them down, you idiot..."

Oh, yeah... He felt himself flush a little, but wasn't too embarrassed. He hooked his fingers into the sides of Hiei's shorts and pulled them down, revealing one of the things he liked best about his friend: those smooth, firm buttocks.

He ran his fingertips along one, and then huffed, "They aren't even red, you big baby."

"I got what I wanted," was Hiei's only reply. He pushed his bottom back against Kurama's hand.

"Sympathy?" Kurama asked, kneading both cheeks with knowing fingers. When he saw Hiei nod, he smiled wickedly. "You faker," he hissed, his breath blowing over the skin.

Hiei made an appreciative sound. "Do that again," he purred.

Kurama exhaled on the cheek again, then swiped it with his tongue. When Hiei sighed and pushed farther still against Kurama's mouth and hands, Kurama rubbed his hands over each buttock and dragged his tongue along the cleft between them. When Hiei groaned, Kurama took it a step further, and his tongue began to wedge its way into the hot, little crease. While rimming wasn't an activity they normally engaged in, neither of them had any aversion to it. Provided, of course, that the other had bathed beforehand...

He drew away for a moment. "You want me to?"

"Do it," Hiei ordered, the words carrying undercurrents of lust.

So Kurama leaned in again, preparing to bury his face between those firm cheeks...

...and started when the doorbell rang.

He paused in mid-action. "Who in the world would that be...?"

"Who cares?" Hiei whined. "Keep going."

"But--"

The doorbell rang again.

"Hiei, what if it's my mother, or something? She'd have seen my car in the parking lot."

"Tell her you went for a walk," Hiei suggested. "Don't stop now..."

When the bell rang once more, Kurama patted his friend's bottom and reluctantly stood up. "It might be something important," he reasoned. "If it isn't, we can just...continue where we left off." He smiled affectionately when Hiei exhaled sharply and flopped onto his stomach. "Don't sulk," he chided, pulling on a tee-shirt and a pair of pants. He winced when he zipped them up and buttoned them. Now the erection that hadn't yet wilted was...rather trapped. Hopefully it wouldn't have to be confined for long. "Maybe it's just a package for me. I'll be right back."

He closed the bedroom door behind him and strode toward the front door. "Coming!" he yelled when the bell rang yet again. He hoped fervently that it wasn't his mother. She would want to come in and visit with him...and then she would see the mess of his apartment.

He opened the door a crack, blinked at what he saw, and then opened it all the way. "May I...help you, Mrs. Tsukino?" he asked, bowing his head to his neighbor in greeting.

The blonde woman returned the gesture, and then winced. "Mr. Minamino--"

"Shuichi," he corrected. He hated being called "Mister."

"Shuichi," she started instead, "I'm so, so sorry for imposing like this, but...I knew you were on vacation this week, so..."

He blinked, and then glanced down at the woman's companion. "So...?"

"So...I don't want to bother you, but... Could you please do me a huge favor...?"

He stared.

She stared back.

He stared harder.

She kept staring.

He twisted his stare into a disapproving frown.

She kept staring.

His turned his frown into mild glare.

She blinked up at him and cocked her head. "...You're a meany," she declared.

Hiei made a face. "I am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Hiei, stop being a meany," Kurama scolded, returning to the living room with glasses of lemonade.

Hiei gave the youko a flat stare and deliberately ignored the girl's victorious smirk. "You know," he commented off- handedly, "back in my day, children didn't talk back to their elders like that."

Kurama snorted and handed the girl one of the glasses. "'Back in your day'..." he echoed with a chuckle. "Don't get me started on how things have changed, you spring chicken. You're only two - erm, twenty-two."

Twenty-two, huh? He'd been certain the youko would have given him something like sixteen... "You flatter me, Kurama."

Kurama winked and sipped his lemonade. "But you look like you're twelve."

"You're just jealous of my cute features, you old bag." Hiei smirked when the youko choked on his drink, and then leaned forward, inspecting his friend's face. "Is that a wrinkle?"

"Why do you call him 'Kurama'?" the child asked. "His name is Shuichi."

"In my day we didn't call grown-ups by their first names, either," Hiei added, and winced a little when Kurama pinched his calf.

"It's a nickname, Mari," the youko explained. "You can call me Shuichi. I don't mind."

"I call him 'Kurama' because his ego is as big as a mountain," Hiei said, and then cast a look in his friend's direction. "Do I sound bitter?"

Kurama rolled his eyes and didn't answer. Instead, Mari caught his attention by asking him how to make lemonade. Hiei leaned back against the edge of the couch and half-listened to the redhead's explanation. It wasn't fair. Kurama wasn't in school any longer, he wasn't living with his mother, he wasn't at work...and something still managed to get in their way. One of Kurama's neighbors had asked him to watch her daughter for a couple of hours, just when Kurama had been about to...

...Yeah, Hiei was feeling bitter.

...He was also wearing pants again. He made a face and picked at the black breeches. Pants; confining, stuffy garments... Good for nothing except getting in the way. He couldn't wait for that kid to leave, so he could take his off again...

...Would Mukuro let him boycott pants...?

"Do you want to go for ice cream, Mari?" Kurama asked. "It's still pretty warm out."

At the sight of the child's radiant smile, Hiei quirked a tiny one of his own. She was a cute girl, but that didn't mean he appreciated her presence. He wasn't a babysitter. He'd rather be...playing...with Kurama. Alone.

"Can I get mint chocolate chip?" she asked.

"Sure," Kurama replied, pushing himself to his feet. "Get your sandals on and we'll go. The store isn't too far away; we have time before your mother comes back."

Mari grinned again and leapt to obey, scampering to the front door. Kurama turned to Hiei and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to come?"

Of all the questions to ask... "What do you think?"

Kurama gave him a wry grin. "I meant come for ice cream."

Hiei looked away and turned his nose up. "...That depends." He opened one eye. "...Do they have cookie dough?"

"I think so."

"...All right, then."

Hiei stood and stretched before following Kurama to the mat where their shoes were located, and Mari beamed at them, gesturing to her slip-on sandals.

"I beat you!" she cried triumphantly.

His mother had always told him that people learned something everyday. Today, Kurama had learned that taking a little girl out for ice cream could be...quite messy. His tee-shirt and arms were sticky with remnants of Mari's mint ice cream, and he thought there was some in his hair, too. Hiei didn't look much better; Kurama had coerced his friend into helping him clean the girl up...and it had accomplished nothing but getting all three of them stickier. Mari looked worse, though. She had finished not only a double-scooping of her mint flavor, but had also finished Hiei's and Kurama's - half of which she'd gotten on herself.

"Hopefully her mother won't be angry with me for letting her have all those treats," he murmured to Hiei. "I suppose I should have asked if I would have been allowed to treat her."

"That," Hiei replied, gesturing to the little girl skipping along in front of them, "is another reason why I only sleep with you. I don't ever want to find out that I was responsible for one of those."

"Little Jaganshi have to come from somewhere," Kurama teased, but he didn't mean it. He and Hiei had made a deal, and Kurama planned on keeping it in effect for as long as he could manage.

They took the elevator to Kurama's floor - it was still too hot to take on the flights of stairs. As Kurama fumbled with his keys, Mari amused herself by sticking and un-sticking her hand with Hiei's. The fire demon tolerated it, watching the child giggle with an odd sort of detachment.

They entered Kurama's apartment. Kurama glanced at his watch. Mari's mother would be coming to pick her up very soon, so he tapped her arm and told her she didn't have to take her sandals off.

"You're washing her up," Hiei said before Kurama could speak another word. "Not me."

Kurama rolled his eyes. "Fine," he chuckled, and guided the girl to the bathroom. It was one of the only rooms that was still tidy - the other being the living room. He'd been...lagging on his house-cleaning since Hiei had arrived. There were still dishes piled in the sink, crumbs on the counter, clothes all over the bedroom floor...and, really, what was the point of making the bed when they would be rolling between the sheets again in less than an hour, anyway?

He wet a washcloth and rubbed Mari's face, keeping his strokes rough enough to wipe away the sticky smears, but not hard enough to hurt her. She squealed and squirmed, playfully trying to avoid the treatment. Like any toddler, she liked getting dirty, but didn't take well to being cleaned.

"Did you have fun?" he asked.

"Mm-hm," she mumbled from behind the washcloth. "Thank you for the ice cream!"

"Don't mention it. You deserved it for being such a good girl." And she did. Kurama's apartment was not meant to house children; there were no toys or children's movies in it. But Mari had sat quietly - for the most part - and had been a pleasant little thing.

He cleaned her up as best he could. She would have to change her shirt when she got home, but she looked presentable. As he tossed the washcloth into the hamper, the doorbell rang.

"I think that's your mommy," he told Mari.

He made his way to the door and let Mari open it. Sure enough, it was her mother, back from whatever important errand that had forced her to leave her daughter with him.

"She was very good, Mrs. Tsukino," he said, smiling as Mari wrapped her - thankfully clean - arms around her mother's legs and squeezed her tight.

"That's good to hear," the woman sighed, patting the girl's back. "Thank you so much, Shuichi. You have no idea how much you helped me today..."

"Don't worry about it," he assured her, waving the matter away. "I don't mind." All it had cost him was sex with Hiei, after all... "I did let her have ice cream, though," he admitted. "Is that a problem?"

She chuckled and ruffled Mari's short hair. "Not at all. Thank you for treating her." She smiled wider. "Say goodbye to Shuichi, Mari."

"Bye, Shuichi," Mari chirped, giving him a little wave.

"Bye, Mari," he returned, waving back. When she and her mother turned and started down the hall, Kurama closed and locked the door. He turned, expecting to be tackled by eighty pounds of demon, but nothing happened. Then he noticed that Hiei wasn't in the room with him.

"Hiei?" he called, starting forward. His friend wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, and a quick peek in the bedroom proved that he wasn't there, either. So...? "Hiei, where did you go?"

"In here," came the muffled reply. Kurama blinked and followed the voice to the bathroom. He tapped on the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Kurama pushed the door open, being mindful not to hit Hiei with it. His bathroom was embarrassingly small. He shut the door behind him and blinked again before he got a pair of pants in the face. "Are you angry?"

"No. Just sticky."

"Me, too." Kurama threw the pants into the hamper and sighed. "I really didn't foresee the babysitting job, Hiei." Not that Hiei would think he was lying, but...he just wanted to make sure. It took a lot of begging and pleading for Hiei to concede to any sort of sexual act that involved some sort of bondage; Kurama had been surprised when he'd agreed so readily to Randy Rodeo. The game didn't exactly consist of bondage, but...he'd planned on...revising it a little... Provided, of course, that Hiei agreed.

"I know you didn't," his friend replied, peeling off his shirt.

Kurama exhaled softly and leaned against the door. "So...do you still want to play the rodeo game?" He'd been looking forward to it...

Hiei hesitated before turning away and taking the mat from over the edge of the bathtub. "Actually, Red...I'm all sticky and sweaty..." He flopped the mat evenly onto the tiles. "I'm going to take a shower."

Kurama fanned his face with one hand, doing his best to hide his disappointment. From the way Hiei had been acting, Kurama had been expecting the fire demon to be on him like...well, like Mari on ice cream, as soon as her mother picked her up. Could having one game interrupted really ruin their entire cycle of sleep, eat, look through Cosmo, have sex, and repeat so abruptly...? "Fine. I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

"I didn't say you had to leave," Hiei answered as he turned on the water and pulled the switch for the shower to come on.

Kurama raised an eyebrow. "You said you were going to take a shower." He had to talk a little louder over the sound of the water.

"I didn't say you couldn't join me," Hiei pointed out. He shimmied out of his shorts, lifting them with one foot. He caught Kurama's eyes before he let them fall pointedly to the floor. "Want to come?"

Kurama licked his lips, fighting the urge to leap on his friend and lap the flavored stickiness from his skin. "Is that a proposition?"

"Maybe. Are you interested?"

"Hiei, sometimes you ask the dumbest questions, you know?" Kurama chuckled and peeled off his shirt, letting the garment join the other clothes on the floor. "So you're still in the mood?" he asked as he yanked off his jeans.

"I'm almost always in the mood, Kurama," Hiei said with a smile, and then reached out, taking a hold of both side of Kurama's boxer shorts...and ripped them off in one sharp tug.

Kurama watched the torn cloth tumble to the tiles and sighed sadly. He'd liked that pair... "I'm going to let that slide - but just this once."

"You're too kind," Hiei quipped, and wrapped his arms around Kurama's waist, pulling their naked bodies together.

Kurama groaned when Hiei took the opportunity to nuzzle the nipple nearest to his lips. "Say, Hiei...have we ever had sex in the shower?"

Hiei circled his tongue around the nipple he was playing with before replying. "If we did, I was drunk, because I don't remember."

"We blame a lot of things on drunkenness, you know? The first time we slept together was the result of drunkenness..."

"Yeah, well...when I was drunk, you were beautiful," Hiei cracked. "Then I sobered up."

Kurama slid one hand down Hiei's back and pinched his bare bottom.

"Ow!"

"I hate you," Kurama declared. "Now get in the shower." He pushed at Hiei's shoulders and tried ushering him backwards.

"Careful," Hiei whined, turning around and shoving the curtain aside. "You'll make me trip."

Hiei climbed in first, and Kurama followed close behind. Kurama slid the curtain back over, wincing a little at the feel of the lukewarm water. "Can you turn the water hotter?"

"Hotter?" Hiei echoed, flicking water out of his face. "Kurama, it's stifling out there. Why would you want to take a hot shower?"

"Well, we can't take a cold one," Kurama said ruefully. It was true, though... "And I don't care how hot it is - I can't have a shower in cold water."

"You're so weird," Hiei muttered, but he twisted around and turned the knob further into the "red" section.

Kurama reached onto the shelf, examining the numerous bathing products he had, searching for the one he figured would suit Hiei best.

"That's quite an arsenal you've got, there," Hiei commented. He wrapped one arm around Kurama's waist and rested his other on Kurama's hip. "You live alone. Why do you need eighty different kinds of shower gel?"

"I like having a variety to choose from," Kurama answered, continuing to study the labels on the multi-colored bottles. "Let's see... Raspberry, strawberry, vanilla, coconut..." He sounded off other scents as the water pelted down on them. Kurama could feel the liquid finally soaking through his thick red mane, and smiled as Hiei rubbed his cheek over Kurama's upper arm. "Do you like strawberries?" he asked.

Hiei made a face.

"Okay...how about coconut?"

"I don't like the way it sounds..."

"Vanilla?"

Hiei waved a hand. "Look, we'll start with your hair, okay?" The fire demon reached around and selected one of the bottles.

"Ah," Kurama sighed appreciatively. "Raspberry shampoo. Hiei, you know me too well..."

"Actually, I picked it because it was red..."

"Close enough." Kurama grinned at his friend and turned to face the towel rack, taking a step forward to get out of the shower's spray. It was a shame his bathroom was so small...

He sighed again when Hiei wiped his hands over the top of Kurama's head, and then started gently massaging the scented shampoo into his hair. Kurama closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing but his friend's fingers and the sound of the water beating against the tub. He smiled appreciatively as Hiei drew his hair up on top of his head and worked up a rich lather. It felt so good to have someone else doing this for him. Usually they showered separately, with one waiting for the other in the bedroom...or right outside the bathroom door.

"Hey, Kurama..."

"Nn?"

"...I'll never complain about how long you take in the shower again. You need it."

Kurama laughed, the sound tapering off into a dreamy sigh when Hiei arched on his tiptoes to kiss the back of his neck. Then Hiei's hands wrapped around his waist again and pulled him slowly backwards so that he was directly under the spray. He kept his eyes closed as the water began rinsing the shampoo from his tresses. Hiei rinsed his hair and brushed his wet bangs away from his eyes.

"All done."

"So soon?" Kurama whined, wringing the remnants of shampoo from his mane. He stepped away from the water and turned to face his friend. Hiei was standing on the other side of the shower spray. Kurama found his eyes wandering to Hiei's hair. No matter how wet it got, it never went flat against his head. Kurama had always found that fascinating... His gaze drifted down, following the rivulets of water gliding down the fire demon's body.

"What are you looking at?" Hiei asked playfully.

"You," Kurama replied simply. "You're very nice to look at."

"You, too..." Hiei smirked. "But now you look like a drowned rat."

Kurama exhaled sharply. "Must you ruin all pillow talk with a snide comment?"

"I can't help it. I only get to act this way when we're alone." Hiei cocked his head. "Did I hit a nerve?"

"Not the right way..." Kurama returned quietly. "That was rude, though."

"Was it?"

"It was." He licked his lips. "I think you need to be taught your place."

"Think you're man enough to do that?"

Kurama didn't answer. Instead, he strode forward, flicking the water from his face and pressing Hiei to the wall. He plastered his lips to his friend's, biting them slightly to force them open. He rubbed the length of his body along Hiei's, liking the way their wet skin slid so easily against one another. He braced his forearms above Hiei's shoulders, keeping him trapped. Kurama had the advantage as far as height went, and standing as they were, his body completely covered Hiei's. It gave him a feeling of dominance that he liked. He rubbed himself more firmly against his friend's body, probing deeper with his kiss...and then frowned. Hiei's tongue was...moving...oddly. Like he was trying to...say something...?

"...faucet..." got out around the kiss.

Kurama pulled back a little, just far enough for their mouths to disengage. "What?"

"Your damn faucet is digging into my back," Hiei informed him, and then he started squirming. "Let go."

"Sorry," Kurama said, hooking his hands under Hiei's arms and pulling him away. "All I've been doing today is hurting you... I swear I'm not doing it on purpose."

"I tease you, you hurt me... Fair is fair," Hiei offered half- heartedly.

Kurama chuckled and turned them around so he could set Hiei against the other wall--

"Towel rack," Hiei interjected quickly, resisting the gentle shove.

Kurama sighed tugged the shower curtain off of him. It had been getting a little too friendly... "So, then, how? Standing up in the middle of the tub?"

"Please. We'd slip, fall and crack our heads open." Hiei slid up against Kurama, tipping his head up to lick a droplet from a nipple. "Then you can explain to your mother what happened."

"Like I'd--"

"Oh, yes, Mother," Hiei mimicked in an attempt at Kurama's soft alto, "I did nothing out of the ordinary. Why, I was simply in my messy apartment having sex with Hiei. What? No, I'm not gay - we just fuck each other for fun, you see."

"Hiei, quit it."

"Boyfriend? No, no. Hiei's too good for me. He's so smart, so handsome..."

Kurama rolled his eyes. "Oh, brother..."

"...so strategic, so strong..."

"And you say my ego is as big as a mountain..."

"...so fast, so nimble..."

"Tell me when you're done."

"...so agile, so alluring..."

Kurama checked an imaginary watch.

"...and his nipples are very sensitive." [2]

Kurama grinned at the last and reached up to circle one erect nub with his index finger. "So you're finished?"

"I'm finished." Hiei leaned his upper body back a little and looked up at Kurama with pleading eyes.

"Your Shuichi needs some work," Kurama said, and then gave the fire demon what he wanted. He bent his head and nuzzled the nipple he'd been circling, brushing it with his lips before twirling his tongue around it, lapping away the water and replacing it with saliva. Then he closed his mouth around the kernel of flesh and pressed his tongue against it, wrenching a quiet moan from Hiei. He continued his ministrations, suckling one nipple and then the other, his friend's moans spurring him on.

It was a shame Hiei wasn't a screamer. If his screams were half as sexy as his moans...

Kurama exhaled onto the nub in his mouth, wrapping his arms more securely around Hiei's back as the fire demon shuddered. Kurama leaned farther in, trying to press as hard against his friend as he could. Hiei started leaning back, as though preparing to flop onto a bed and pull Kurama atop him--

"Shit!"

Kurama hissed an oath and straightened, pulling Hiei up against him and steadying his friend. Damn, slippery bathtubs...

Hiei wiggled in Kurama's grip, pulling back a little to frown up at him. "Well...that ruined the moment, didn't it?"

Kurama glanced around the tub. "Obviously, this isn't going to work..."

Hiei rested his cheek over Kurama's heart. "Too bad that curtain rod isn't sturdy..."

"I think I know why we've never had sex in the shower..." Kurama glanced around them, blinking away the droplets that occasionally found their way into his eyes. His gaze fell on the shelf. "Here," he spoke up, guiding Hiei around and seating him on it, turning the shelf into a makeshift bench.

"You know," Hiei said as Kurama knelt and settled between his friend's spread thighs, "slipping and sliding aside, this is pretty erotic." He licked his lips. "Like you can't even wait for me to get clean before jumping me."

"I can wait," Kurama clarified, wincing at the lack of room his knees had. "I'd just prefer not to." He rested his hands on Hiei's thighs and bent to lick him - one long, slow lick from base to tip. He glanced up to see his friend's reaction. The fire demon was wearing one of the expressions Kurama liked best: his eyes were gently closed, his head tilted back, teeth nibbling his lower lip, a moan threatening to work its way up from his throat...

Kurama wanted to hear the moan. He turned his head to lick the water away from the inside of Hiei's right thigh. The hand resting on the other leg slid in between both, and one finger traced tiny circles in the dark hair that decorated the fire demon's nether regions. Hiei did moan, faintly, and he twitched in response to the touching.

The sight made Kurama abandon all intentions for drawn-out foreplay he'd had. He licked Hiei a few more times before swallowing him whole. He suckled, making his friend's release rise from deep within while tasting the water, as well. Soon Kurama's mouth and hands established their own rhythm, and he didn't want to stop or be stopped. He kept on, humming when Hiei's fingers tangled as best they could into Kurama's wet hair, not pausing even when Hiei came. He swallowed all he could, savoring the slightly salty taste.

Kurama drew away and wiped the corner of his mouth. The next second, Hiei reached out and pulled him close again, cupping his cheeks and devouring his mouth. Kurama struggled to wind his arms around Hiei's neck, and his friend squeezed his legs closer together. Kurama's member twitched, and he winced, suddenly reminded of the arousal he had.

"Hiei," he murmured, dragging his mouth away from his friend's. He tilted Hiei's head up and trailed his tongue from the Koorime's chin down the center of his chest. "Can I...?"

Hiei nodded and released him. Kurama stood and Hiei copied him. "In here?"

Kurama looked at the small bathtub. If they were careful... "In here," he said, gesturing for Hiei to get into the appropriate position. "We'll be careful."

Well...that was what he'd said. But once Hiei was on his hands and knees...once Kurama's fingers had delved into that tiny ring of muscle...once Hiei started pushing back, ready to be taken...Kurama moved "careful" down to third on his list, bested by "screw Hiei senseless" and "come".

They didn't have lubrication with them, but when Kurama encountered a minimum of difficulty entering his friend's body, they discovered that it wouldn't be necessary. He groaned when his arousal was squeezed by the muscles that surrounded it, and made a few token thrusts before starting to rock back and forth. He tried to be cautious at first, not wanting to trip, but soon he gave up and quickened his pace, driving his length in and out of his friend's body, moaning and smiling when Hiei would moan, telling Kurama that he'd hit what he sometimes liked to call the fire demon's "sweet spot".

And then, as he felt his own release approaching, he stopped thinking and just did. The hot water that was still pouring from the showerhead somewhat muffled the groans and grunts he was making as he climbed that steep hill, coming close to the peak...

And he came, throwing his head back with a hoarse wail.

When he finished, he and Hiei sank to their knees, tired and sated. Kurama felt warm and fuzzy - and it had nothing to do with the hot water that was still beating down on them. "Are you still finished?" he asked breathlessly. Hiei was quicker at recovering than Kurama was. Kurama flexed his hand, ready to handle the renewed erection his friend might have attained.

He watched the fire demon's head droop and then shake. "Stick a fork in me - I'm done."

They sat in silence for awhile, and then Kurama gathered Hiei more securely in his arms. "Shall we sleep all day tomorrow?"

"Most of the day. We still have to clean your apartment, remember?"

"Mm-hm..." Kurama sighed and licked water from the hairs on Hiei's nape. "I don't want to go back to work..."

"I'll still be here for a few days," Hiei consoled. "We can still screw each other silly. We just have to limit it to once or twice a night."

"But I've been conditioned to get sex whenever I want it," Kurama mock-whined. "When you go back to your job, that will mean I won't be getting any."

"Until your weekends," Hiei assured him, leaning his head back on Kurama's shoulder. "I'll try my best to come on the weekend. It's so quiet in Makai now; Mukuro is quite lenient."

Kurama hid his excitement behind a smile. "So we can have weekend sleepovers...?"

"I should be able to work something out..."

He kissed his friend's temple. "I love you."

"No, you don't."

"I like you."

"Sometimes I wonder..."

"I lust after you."

"Ah," Hiei sighed, turning his head to lick Kurama's neck, "that you do." He chuckled, and then reached up to toy with a wet strand of Kurama's hair, looking contemplative.

Kurama raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Hiei shrugged one shoulder. "I just realized... I didn't put conditioner in your hair, did I?" he asked with a leer.

Kurama grinned. "No...no, you didn't. But after you do..." He gestured to the bottles of bath supplies lined on the shelf, "...I'd like to bathe you with vanilla shower gel... Bathe...everything."

Hiei grinned back and nipped Kurama's chin. "...Pass me the conditioner."

For anyone who's ever tried to have sex in a shower without bending the curtain rod.

[1] Ripped shamelessly from "Whose Line is it Anyway?" [back]
[2] Yes, I am obsessed, all right? I am obsessed with Hiei's nipples getting sucked - I admit it. I don't care who does it, as long as it happens. I have a problem, and I don't care ^_^ [back]