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The screams and shouts of the crowd echoed through the halls of the arena, a din as loud and cacophonous as hell itself. Fitting, Kurama thought, as the vast majority of the ones responsible were demons.
“Awfully loud, aren’t they?” he observed, smiling a little at the demon walking beside him. Hiei had the air about him of the disgusted, and every so often he would toss his head and rub at his ear as if annoyed by it all.
“Demons will do as demons do, Kurama,” Hiei replied laconically. The look he shot Kurama was patently unimpressed. “Don’t tell me the sound hurts your fragile little ears.”
The rolling of one’s eyes was usually a sign of derision, but where Hiei was involved, it only managed to be fond. Kurama shook his head a little, laughing under his breath. “Hardly,” he teased, “but I worry about the example it gives you. What if you start behaving so uncouthly? Demons are demons but they hardly need to broadcast the fact so loudly.”
Hiei glared at him, shoving against him roughly. “You’re a demon too, Kurama.” He narrowed his eyes shrewdly. “Or did you forget that little fact while playing house with the humans?”
Kurama gave an unhurried shrug of his shoulder. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve acted like a proper demon. Centuries, in fact.” He smiled at Hiei, loving how easy it was to tease him like this. “Perhaps I’ve forgotten how it feels to give in to those sorts of impulses. Shouting, screaming, casting my voice to the sky– Really, Hiei. That doesn’t sound like me at all.”
He managed to take two more steps forward before Hiei saw fit to stop moving entirely. Kurama paused mid-step, looked back, and when he opened his mouth to ask what the reason was behind their sudden stop, he found Hiei moving with a very different goal in mind. Strong hands grabbed Kurama by the hips, pressing him against the wall hard enough to make him grunt.
“Hiei–”
“Fox.”
That look… Well, it had certainly been awhile since Kurama could recall seeing it. But there it was, smoldering away at him, Hiei’s hands on his hips in a way that couldn’t be misconstrued. Kurama smiled, letting Hiei plaster his body against his front, further pinning him against the cool wall.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?” he asked, because he had to ask. It wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t, and he certainly did love how Hiei gritted his teeth and hissed when he played coy. “We have a match soon. Shouldn’t we warm up with the others?”
Heat began to radiate from Hiei’s body, and his grin turned sharp with the addition of his teeth against Kurama’s throat. “I’ll warm up with you, fox,” he said, his hands scrambling for the waistband of Kurama’s trousers. When he met Kurama’s eyes, his gaze was absolutely ravenous. “Don’t you want to see if I can get you to scream like the demon you are?”
Kurama’s breath hitched. He licked at his lips a little, smiling in a way that felt a little sultry. “What did you have in mind?” They certainly didn’t have much time, not to mention that fact that they were in a side hall where anyone could turn down should they need to go towards the areas reserved for teams. “You’ve known me too long to think you can simply make me scream, Hiei. Perhaps all these victories have made you over-confident?”
That earned him a scoff. Hiei glared up at Kurama as he swiftly yanked down his trousers. “And perhaps all this time in that weak little body of yours has made you forget what you truly are,” he returned, cupping Kurama with a forwardness that was Hiei all over. His touch was gentle at first, searching and seeking with the familiarity of one who knew how his partner enjoyed being touched. And he was right, by all accounts. It didn’t take long for Kurama to react, and it took even less time for Hiei to gloat.
“I want to fuck you here,” the demon admitted, eyes burning as hot as Kurama felt. His fingers kept moving, kept playing, slipping in the wet slick beginning to make its presence known. “I want you to scream until they know you aren’t human.”
Kurama felt his cheeks begin to color, a wave of warmth rising up alongside the familiar heat of the challenge being offered to him. “I feel I must say that I don’t think this is a very good idea,” he admitted, voice taking on a breathy, airy quality that incited a shiver and a growl from Hiei. “But I never could resist this sort of thing.” Fox demons were known for their promiscuity, after all, and Hiei certainly knew how to bring those long buried impulses to light. “Do your… your… worst...”
He trailed off, losing his train of thought as Hiei wasted no time in doing just that. The sight of Hiei on his knees was far too good, the feeling of his fingers already rubbing Kurama’s clit even better. Kurama blinked slowly, jaw slack as the notes of warmth and pleasure began to grow heady. The thought of someone seeing disappeared alongside any care Kurama might have had about doing this now. It felt good; they had more than earned a bit of pleasure after the stress of this entire debacle.
“Stop thinking,” Hiei ordered, crooking his fingers and pressing until they sank into Kurama’s heat. He laughed a little when Kurama groaned. “A little louder, Kurama. I can hardly hear you.”
“Then try harder,” Kurama bit, hands clenching in the sleeves of his shirt as Hiei fucked him with his fingers. His thighs were already beginning to tremble a bit, his stance widening automatically to invite Hiei closer. His head rolled back and hit the wall when Hiei scoffed and began to lap at his clit with his tongue, fucking and licking and burning a fire through Kurama faster than he could process.
Maybe it had been too long since he had last given in to these sorts of desires. Or maybe, he thought drunkenly, letting out a wounded sounding moan when Hiei buried his tongue in alongside his fingers, he was simply too sensitive in this body compared to before.
Hiei held him in place with a hand wrapped around Kurama’s hip. His wine red eyes watched eagerly as he took Kurama to pieces, saliva and cum dripping down his chin as he licked and sucked and kissed and sent fire through Kurama’s veins. The soft plip plip plip of it all dripping to the floor echoed in Kurama’s ears, and he couldn’t help but moan a little louder.
“Louder, fox,” Hiei broke away to grunt, his voice rough and husky. “I want you louder. You’re so fucking wet. I want to taste it all”
A calloused thumb rolled over Kurama’s clit, grinding down hard enough to make Kurama’s knees buckle. He let out an embarrassingly loud cry, and Hiei rewarded him with the return of his smirking, beautiful mouth. Every blink brought a new wave of pleasure; Kurama’s eyes began to water, and when Hiei delivered a harsh, sloppy suck, Kurama gave in to his lover’s demands entirely.
In the part of Kurama still thinking logically–thinking at all, really–he realized how this must sound to anyone passing by the mouth of the hall. He heard himself let out a yowl, a pained little shout that could easily be misconstrued as something violent instead of lewd. Kurama ground his dripping heat against Hiei’s mouth, coming so hard that it felt a little like ascending to heaven. Hiei answered him with a throaty groan, sucking and licking and drinking down his release like a parched wanderer in the midst of an oasis.
And if the thought of that didn’t send Kurama higher, he wasn’t sure what would.
“You’re…” Gods, that look alone was going to be the death of him. Kurama took in a deep breath that didn’t sate, threading his fingers through Hiei’s thick hair. Tears rolled down his cheeks, locks of his hair sticking to his face in hot clumps. “You’re utterly filthy, Hiei.”
There wasn’t an answer for a minute or two; Hiei was too busy licking up every drop of cum to bother speaking just yet. His warm, dexterous tongue followed the lines of Kurama’s heat, down his trembling thighs and back up again just to make sure none of it went to waste. The demon collected it all on his tongue, staring up at Kurama just to make him whimper when he made a grand show of swallowing it all down. Hiei licked his lips just to make it worse, and it was so much worse since it didn’t even begin to clean his face of the mess slicking his jaw and cheeks.
“And you’ve always tasted better than any victory,” Hiei finally answered after taking his time flaunting his little feast. The laugh he gave was low and heady, and when he brought up his fingers to lick them clean too, Kurama felt his legs finally give out. Hiei guided him down onto the floor carefully, crawling into his lap for a kiss that tasted of Kurama through and through. It was surprising that Hiei was willing to share at all, to share any little bit of what he’d earned himself with his hard work. Putting up with the taste was easy, though, so long as Hiei was the one coaxing it across his tongue.
Kurama buried both hands in Hiei’s hair, kissing him deeper, relishing the pleasure heavy in his limbs and the warmth of the man against his chest. Hiei would no doubt want to get off now too, and Kurama was going to enjoy that thoroughly. What would he do first to thank him properly for that display? They would need a bed to do it right; this remote little hall wouldn’t shelter them forever, and Kurama knew deep in his heart that forever would scarcely be long enough to sate either of them fully.
But slowly the sound of the jeers and shouts of ten thousand demons cut through the gentle haze of their embrace, and Kurama was brought back to reality, just like that. The match must have just ended, and that meant that they were now very late to warm-ups. He opened his eyes and pushed Hiei away to breathe, errantly tugging his pants back up his hips to hide what little evidence remained of Hiei’s little game.
“We need to go,” Kurama sighed, meeting Hiei’s red eyes. They were still blown dark with lust, still hungry to do more, to taste more. Kurama ran his fingers through dark hair, tucking a wild lock behind Hiei’s ear. “We’ve kept the others waiting too long.”
“They can stand to wait a little longer,” Hiei tried to argue. He took Kurama’s hand and brought it to his groin, letting Kurama feel how wet he had grown too over the course of it all. Kurama bit his bottom lip, wishing he could taste Hiei, too—that he could press his tongue inside and kiss until Hiei screamed, but Kurama covered Hiei’s damp lips with his fingers, resisting the ache for now.
“There will be time later to see to you, won’t there?” Kurama put on a knowing smile, the one he knew always got Hiei’s hackles raised. “That is, unless you anticipate dying today.”
A strong hand wrapped around Kurama’s fingers, and Hiei’s answering smile read as a challenge in every sense. “The only thing I anticipate doing today,” he said, “is hearing you scream for me again, fox.” He stood up, dragging Kurama to his shaking feet by the arm. “Best you don’t share that voice of yours with your opponent. Save it all for me.”
Kurama had to laugh, and laugh he did, leaning against the wall as Hiei stared him down like a treat he knew he would savor soon enough. “I’ll do that,” Kurama promised, knowing it was an easy promise to make, but harder in practice. After all, they were fighting demons. The rules of this place weren’t beholden to rules, or promises, or making good on their other plans–
Warm hands tangled in Kurama’s long hair, yanking him down for another kiss.
Kurama smiled into it, putting the worry from his mind. He could save his screams for Hiei.
Because really, they would be wasted on anyone else.