Magic and Mayhem
a division of
Entropy Inc.
(also known as Maintenance)
The Bermuda Triangle Branch
presents

Wetdream

By Windlily
 

        The crickets sang an endless song in the sweltering summer night.
The curtains of an open window stirred in the still air, then the shadow
that had moved them resolved into the shape of Hiei. He put his hands on
his hips and scowled down at his slumbering friend. He had been hoping
Kurama would still be awake. He was bored and... lonely. Though he would
never admit that to anyone. Especially not to this fox. Kurama shifted,
turning from his back to his side. Hiei squatted down so his face was even
with the profile of his friend. Kurama muttered and sighed in his sleep.
        Hiei had an idle thought, born out of his boredom. He wondered what
Kurama was dreaming about. He pushed up the strip of ward covered fabric
tied around his forehead and willed the Jagon open. He put a feather-light
forefinger against Kurama's forehead and slipped in. He didn't manage to
get back out until Kurama dropped out of REM and back into deep sleep. He
took a few gasping breaths as he dropped forwards onto his knees. Wow.
Kurama had wild dreams. It had been a very interesting and informative five
minutes. He studied his friends face, seeing him in a new light. He had
never known, had always thought that Kurama had just been teasing him to
see if he could get a reaction out of him.
        He reached out and stroked the soft hair spread on the pillow and
let himself smile. It was a fast, fleeting thing that he quickly hid. A
gleam came into his eyes, making the red flecks in them glow like embers.
He began to unwind the scarf around his neck. Yes, Kurama had very
interesting dreams and he wasn't going to be bored for much longer.
        Kurama woke up with a start and wondered what the hell Hiei was
doing sitting on his stomach. It was uncomfortable and hot. Then he became
aware of the rest of his situation. His wrists were together and tied over
his head to the headboard and his ankles firmly tethered to the bottom
corners of the bed. And he wasn't pleased.
        "Oh, very funny, Hiei," he growled up.
        A slight smile appeared on Hiei's mouth and for some reason it made
him uneasy.
        "All right. Ha. Ha. You got me. Now, untie me."
        "No."
        "All right. What's going on? So important that you felt the need
for a captive audience?" Kurama's voice was laced with sarcasm.
        Hiei's eyes narrowed.
        "Watch your tone, Fox!" there was an accompanying snarl under the
words which showed the tips of his fangs.
        "Oh, please, Hiei, drop the tough guy act. I'm in no mood for it
right now," Kurama snarled back.
        It had been a long day and had taken forever for him to get to
sleep in this heat.
        Hiei's snarl became a low growl and his fist came flashing down.
        *Oh, shit! He's going to hit me?!!*
        At the last possible instant, Hiei's fist changed trajectory, his
knuckles brushing lightly against Kurama's cheek before it drove into the
pillow next to his ear with a 'whump'. Kurama swallowed, hard. Hiei could
have broken his jaw with that punch. Amusement danced in Hiei's eyes.
        "Did I scare you?"
        Kurama stared back, stunned. Then he got mad. Hiei rode him like a
bucking bronco as Kurama struggled to free himself, amusement still in his
eyes as Kurama sagged, spent and panting. Hiei had enforced whatever he had
used to tie him with wards. He wasn't going to get out of it this way.
        "Hiei, this isn't funny. Why are you doing this?"
        Hiei reached out and brushed his hair away from his face with his
left hand, then tangled his fingers into the soft red stuff and pulled
firmly, making him tip his head. Hiei leaned down and nuzzled the side of
his neck lightly, then licked him from the base of his throat to the bottom
of his ear. Butterflies danced along his nerves. Hiei's breath was hot in
his ear, tickling.
        "Because you want me to," he whispered.
        "I DO NOT!" Kurama hissed back.
        "Really?" Hiei stuck his tongue in his ear and traced the crevices
there.
        Kurama swallowed hard again as the erotic sensations flowed through
him. Where had Hiei learned to do that? He would freely admit that he had
been trying to seduce this youkai for quite some time, but he wanted to be
the seducer. This was not what he had had in mind. At least not for a
while.
        "Really. Hiei, if you want to do this, I'll be more than happy to
accommodate you. But not like this."
        Hiei ignored him, sat up and grabbed the bottom of pajama top and
yanked, ripping it open.
        "Damn it, Hiei! Stop it!"
        Hiei scooted back so he was sitting on his hips, then leaned down
to flick his tongue delicately against Kurama's right nipple, felt it
harden beneath his teasing as the fingers of his left hand went to stroke
the left one. Then he enveloped the skin around it with a gentle bite,
stabbing at the sensitive kernel with his tongue, then pressing it down
hard as his fingers pulled gently at the other. That earned him a strangled
sound of pleasure from Kurama.
        "Hiei, stop it..."
        Hiei was having too much fun to stop yet. For once he had broken
through that calm facade Kurama always wrapped himself in. He swapped sides
and repeated the process, Kurama tense under him. He glanced up to see
Kurama's biting his lower lip, his beautiful face drawn tight as he tried
to fight the pleasure Hiei was giving him. Stupid, fox. I'm going to win.
And you know it.
        "Hiei..." it was a whispered plea, but to stop or continue?
        Kurama wasn't sure anymore. Hiei's weight vanished and Kurama
snapped open his eyes, part of him hoping that this was a joke that was
over now, part of him that he tried to hush aching for Hiei to continue.
Hiei was raping him, plain and simple. He focused on the small figure
standing next to the bed. Hiei had waited until he knew he had Kurama's
attention, then slowly got undressed. It was almost a strip tease. Gods, he
was so...sexy. Kurama couldn't take his eyes off his lithe and well muscled
body. Hiei's sex was turgid, not fully erect yet. Not like his own which
had hardened rapidly under that onslaught against his chest.
        Hiei pulled a slender, dark bladed knife from the pile of his
clothes, eyed Kurama and Kurama felt another beat of unease go through him.
 Hiei moved close and Kurama froze as the cold metal brushed against his
hip as it slid under the waist of his pajama bottoms. The edge whispered
against his skin, following the outside of his leg as Hiei cut the fabric
down. He let out a breath of relief when Hiei cut through the bottom and
the blade was away from his skin. Hiei walked around the end of the bed and
Kurama gritted his teeth as the blade slid under the other side of his
bottoms. He waited for the sensation of flesh parting under a blade once
more, not daring to curse. Any movement on his part would get him cut. Then
it was done once more.
        "Damn it, Hi..."
        Hiei's hand covered his mouth.
        "One more word out of you, Kurama, and I'll gag you."
        Kurama bit back his reply and glared his annoyance, seeing the
solemn promise in Hiei's eyes. He really didn't want to be gagged. This was
bad enough. Hiei nodded, then went back to tug the remains of the pajama
bottoms out from under him. He sprang back up to kneel between his legs,
buried the knife into the side of the mattress in easy reach, then
stretched out over him, his hands sliding up the underside of Kurama's arms
to rest just above his elbows. Then he rubbed himself against him, slowly,
discovering the wonderful feeling of flesh against flesh. Kurama felt Hiei
grow hard as his penis ran through the curls of his groin and rubbed
against his own hardness. It was a very sensuous experience for both of
them. Hiei stopped with a sigh. He could do THAT for a long time, but he
wanted to move on. He ran his hands down Kurama's arms as he moved
backwards, brought them in to brush across his nipples and together and ran
them down his stomach to close on his erection as he settled onto his
heels. He set to exploring it with a small grin.
        Kurama pressed his head back into the pillow and arched his hips,
trying to get more pressure from those teasing fingers. He was so close...
He almost sobbed in frustration as Hiei's hands left him straining at
nothing, going instead to stroke the skin of his inner thighs. Then one
hand slid under his rear, the fingers curling up to stroke at his crack.
Kurama gulped and clenched his cheeks together as he rocked his hips as far
away as he could. That was one place that had remained untouched in this
body and he wanted it to stay that way for a while longer. It didn't do any
good, Hiei's fingers just followed, delving deeper until one found the
puckered opening and brushed back and forth against it lightly. Kurama
gasped as the sensation pulsed through him, then bit his lip as stinging
discomfort took the edge off him as Hiei pushed his finger into him.
        Hiei was surprised at the strength of the ring of muscle that
gripped the base of his finger, at the strength that tried to push him out.
 Hn. This was going to feel nice. But first things first. This was Kurama's
fantasy and he wanted to make sure he enjoyed it too.
        Hiei slid his finger out of him and Kurama relaxed a bit, then
jerked and winced as another joined it to pressed back in. It pulled a hiss
of pain out of him. They moved gently, probing, pressing, stretching. They
slid back out and he groaned as three pushed back in, burning and stinging
as they stretched him out. Hiei reached up and stroked his trembling belly
with his free hand for a while as he kept his eyes on Kurama's face, felt
the change of the tension in him, saw it in his expression.
        Hiei's hand closed on his softened penis and began to caress it
with firm pressure, mixing pleasure with the fading pain. It stirred to
life in his hand quickly, the pain in Kurama's features smoothing out into
pleasure.
        Hiei pulled his fingers out of him, leaving him feeling empty,
grasping at nothing, left his hardened flesh once more.
        *Gods, Hiei! You're going to drive me insane!*
        Hiei collected the knife and leaned back and cut the ties that held
Kurama's ankles with two quick strokes. His hands went under Kurama's
knees, bending them, lifting them and spreading apart his cheeks as he
moved forwards on his knees. Kurama felt him quest, his tip sliding and
pressing until it found the opening. Kurama let out a hissing sigh as Hiei
pushed in. It still hurt a little. But Hiei was being so careful, so slow
in his penetration that his body forgot that discomfort quickly.
        Hiei rocked back and forth, barely moving himself in the hot, tight
sheath of Kurama's rear, giving the youko time to adjust to his impalement.
 He pulled out a little farther and pushed back in, Kurama gifting him with
a soft, "aaah". He gave him a few more long strokes, watched as Kurama's
penis danced and twitched, untouched. He leaned forwards and stretched,
wringing a groan from Kurama as he pushed deep and pressed on his length,
yanked the end of the slip knot and grabbed his bound wrists. Kurama opened
his eyes, soft and surprised as Hiei straightened and pressed the Youko's
hands against his own erection.
        "You want it so bad, Fox, do it yourself!"
        Kurama's whole body blushed and his hands stayed still. Hiei thrust
hard into him a few times, grinned as Kurama's hands closed on his own
flesh. He gave him a few more then stilled to watch, only shifting a few
times to let Kurama know he was still there. Kurama started to gasp, his
hands moving faster as his hips jerked, almost there. Hiei pulled out fast,
too close himself as he grabbed Kurama's hands and pulled them away. Kurama
growled, a sound full of desperation and tried to drag his hands back down
to his throbbing flesh. Hiei wrestled them up, moving to straddle his chest
as he re-tied him to the headboard.
        "Turn over, Kurama, then get up on your knees."
        Hiei helped him as he struggled to obey. When he was in position,
Hiei pressed up against his back, fingers going to his stroke the curve of
his rear, then gripping and spreading his cheeks. He pushed back in, still
slow, still careful. Hiei's hands went around his waist, his breath a hot,
erotic tickle against the sweat on the back of his neck. Hiei's hand slid
up and his fingers closed to torment his nipples once again as he went in
and out of him in slow strokes. Kurama whimpered. It was torture...it was
pleasure almost too much to bare. Hiei's hands left his chest, wandered
down to stroke his shaft, teased it with light touches that left him
quivering. It wasn't enough!
        Kurama was trembling with tension against him as he teased his
nipples back into hard bits of stone. The muscles under his hands were as
hard as carved marble as he ran his hands down Kurama's stomach. They were
both taking great, ragged breaths now. He touched Kurama's shaft, teased
it, making the youko squirm against him.
        "Hiei...please...make me come!!" Kurama begged in a husky whisper.
        That was what he had been waiting for. He closed his hands around
Kurama's length and thrust faster and harder, gritting his teeth, holding
back as Kurama writhed. Not yet, not until Kurama came!
        Hiei's hands closed on him firmly, his thumbs together to brush
against his tip as the movements of Hiei's hips drove his flesh back and
forth in the tight tunnel of his hands. Sparks danced before Kurama's eyes
and he floated in a place made entirely of sensation. Then it focused and
roared out of him.
        The penis in Hiei's hands swelled even more, became even harder,
then pulsed violently. Sounds that were almost yips came from Kurama as his
seed pumped out in great gouts.
        Hiei still rocked him as Kurama slumped forwards, caught himself
against the headboard, his body and mind still singing with the aftermath
of passion. He heard Hiei hiss, his fingers going to dig into his hips as
he pounded into him in earnest. He pulled Kurama's hips back against his
own and froze, his penis jerking deep in his body.
        Spent, Hiei rested his forehead against Kurama's back, his hands
moving to stroke his sides idly as they both rested and panted. Then Hiei
pulled out.
        Gentle hands undid the knots that held his wrists. Gentle lips
kissed the red marks left on them in unspoken apology. He let Hiei guide
him down to the bed, feeling limp and drained.
        "Hiei..." Kurama could barely keep his eyes open.
        "Hn," Hiei kissed him on the mouth, a light, sweet thing.
        Kurama realized it was the first time Hiei HAD kissed him as Hiei
stretched out next to him on his side, his arm going across his chest in a
possessive hug. It was nice. Kurama smiled as he sighed happily. He had a
drowsy thought and made it a promise to them both.
        *Just you wait until I get my strength back, Hiei. Then you'll find
out I can give as good as I get...*

End?
 
 
 
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