TIES THAT BIND -- continuation

By Talya Firedancer

Standard disclaimers apply! YYH belongs to the very talented Yoshihiro Togashi and Shonen Jump comics, not me; I’m just a lowly little fic writer. So please don’t sue me. I’m still working off my debts in monthly installments. . .

WARNING! This fic has a yaoi/slash alert! Lemon, lemon, lemon! PWP! ^.~

Ties that Bind

Kurama didn’t really expect Hiei to be waiting when he got back home. After making his revelations to Shiori, his mother had kept him there for hours, demanding that he pour out in relentless detail every single major event of his life – it had been hard enough to update her on his *human* one, let alone get into any of the six centuries of life as a youko.

True to his expectations, the Koorime was nowhere to be found within the apartment. He was probably off sulking somewhere. Well, at least things with his mother had gone well – better than he’d had any right to expect. And Hiei was probably off somewhere kicking the shit out of some youkai, blowing off steam.

He sighed happily in relief, beginning to unbutton his shirt as he stepped into the bedroom. He still couldn’t believe Shiori still accepted him, youko and all. After getting over her initial shock and momentary misguided horror that a youko had somehow "possessed" Shuuichi’s body, she had shown a surprising resilience, asking questions, occasionally exclaiming with concern even over events that he glossed over – acting, basically, like a mother. A mother who still accepted him, and had not rejected his youko self.

He stretched out on the bed without even turning the light on. Sleep came to him quickly, for it had been an exhausting day.

An indefinable amount of time later, he started awake. The window was open, and a cool breeze blew across his bare chest. Unsurprisingly, Hiei must’ve returned. What did kind of surprise him, though, was the tight feeling at his wrists. He tugged experimentally.

"Hiei?" he mumbled a sleepy query, then his eyes snapped wide open. He WAS tied up! He wasn’t imagining it.

The only thing that staved off panic was the familiar sense of dark youki. A pair of glowing crimson eyes emerged from the darkness as a vague outline settled on the bed.

"How was your visit with your mother?" Hiei inquired, tone indifferent, face proclaiming that he didn’t give a damn.

"Why would you care?" Kurama shot back. "You don’t think much of her, anyway."

"Hn," Hiei sniffed. "She’s human." That tone answered it all.

Kurama was silent for a long moment, unwilling to dredge up this long-standing point of contention between them. Then finally, he murmured quietly, "So am I, Hiei."

"You’re different," Hiei protested. "You’re a youko too. And I. . .hrrm. I like *you.*" He moved to sit on Kurama’s stomach. Kurama started at the touch of the smooth bare skin against his. Hiei was already undressed.

Kurama decided to let the matter drop.

"Hiei," he began, keeping his voice relatively even and free of strain, "why did you tie me up?" It had been a *long,* exhausting day, and he wasn’t in the mood for games.

A glimmer of a smile appeared at the corners of Hiei’s mouth.

"Well," he began, throwing a leg across Kurama’s body to straddle him, "you seemed so pleased when those ‘ties that bind’ held you and your mother together, I thought I’d try them out and see if they worked on us. . ."

"Hiei?" Kurama gasped in surprise, amusement and desire mingling within him as the Koorime rocked against him, throbbing flesh rubbing against his bare stomach. "You were there."

"Hn," was Hiei’s only comment, as he leaned forward to claim Kurama’s lips.

Kurama opened his mouth eagerly to the kiss, head abuzz with the edges of contrasting thoughts. Uppermost was the knowledge that Hiei really DID care, enough to follow and make sure things went well with his mother, to eavesdrop on their conversation without him even noticing. Another was the surprised pleasure he felt at Hiei’s totally unexpected move.

"Never knew you were into bondage," he mumbled against Hiei’s lips, as the youkai stretched out on top of him, shifting against him sensually, rubbing slowly. Kurama lifted his hips in response.

Hiei chuckled against his lower lip, then bit him lightly, two little fangs making indentations against the wet skin.

Kurama strained against his bonds, wishing he could wrap his arms around the Koorime. He made a little noise of protest against Hiei’s mouth and his lover snickered, then lightly ran his tongue over Kurama’s lips, then abruptly bit him, simultaneously thrusting against him before pushing his tongue deeply into Kurama’s mouth.

The youko cried out and jerked against his restraints, curse muffled against Hiei’s probing tongue. Hiei continued to push up against him in little thrusts, his hardening length moving over Kurama’s stomach, making him ache. The feeling in his belly pooled and centered in the fire between his legs.

Hiei pulled away, burning red eyes acquiring a definite mischievous gleam. "It’s good that things went well with your ningen mother," he began, fingers trailing over Kurama’s collarbone, down over his shoulder.

"Huh?" Kurama breathed, confused and trying to rock his hips to encourage Hiei.

The fire demon nodded solemnly. "Now I don’t have to kill her for hurting you." He darted his fingers to tickle Kurama’s armpit.

Kurama opened his mouth to protest the action and his words, and Hiei’s head bent swiftly to kiss him, catching his lips parted. He subsided as heat flared up his midsection at Hiei’s hot kiss, his tongue entering Kurama’s mouth, hungry and eager. The thought that Hiei did care, after all, was lost as he whimpered a little, wishing he could pull him closer and Hiei’s hands brushed over his skin, lightly pressing over his nipples.

Kurama gasped at the loss of Hiei’s lips as he broke the kiss, pressing his mouth to the bared skin of his neck. He sighed Hiei’s name with quietly growing passion as Hiei shifted against him again, rubbing a little harder. His teeth grazed Kurama’s neck and he bit lightly, tongue flicking against the skin.

"Harder. . ." Kurama encouraged, closing his eyes as Hiei dug his teeth into the sensitive flesh, sucking and licking, and he strained against Hiei’s pelvis and his restraints. He loved it whenever Hiei marked him, a tacit reminder of their bonding.

When Hiei pulled back his mouth was all swollen and sensual from the force of his efforts and he grinned down at the youko. Kurama caught his breath then reached his mouth upwards towards Hiei, the taste of his lips mingling with the salty taste of his own skin.

Hiei pulled away despite his soft wordless protest and firmly straddled his waist. Kurama’s breath caught in his throat as he simply looked up, admiring his lover’s beautiful form. Again he rather wished he weren’t tied up so that he could just grab those firm buttocks and hurry along the progress of their lovemaking.

Hiei bent to his chest, kissing a line from collarbone to one sensitive nipple, pausing to eye Kurama and grin at his expression. He ran his hands along his rippling abdominal muscles as he licked and teased a nipple, and Kurama groaned. Hiei began to back away, tongue wetly tracing a line of fire to his navel. His tongue dipped in lightly, hands sliding over Kurama’s thighs on either side of his groin, and Kurama moaned again.

He moved further, eyes flicking over the organ that jutted up swollen and hard, and rubbed his cheek against it, catlike. Kurama’s hips strained upwards.

"Hiei—" his voice was strangled, hoarse, and he barely recognized it.

Hiei looked up the length of his slender body, meeting his desperate eyes, and slowly smiled. *He* was in control now, and quite pleased. "Also," he began, continuing the conversation as if there’d never been a break, "if I tie you up, you can’t just jump out of bed and leave me."

Kurama growled, struggled uselessly against his bonds again, and went limp. Hiei rubbed his mouth lightly against the length of his throbbing penis, then placed his teeth over the tip, even more lightly. Kurama groaned and thrust up but Hiei took his mouth away instantly. He tugged at his wrists experimentally, knowing it was useless. Hiei was nothing if not thorough. He flicked his tongue against Kurama in light, teasing touches and Kurama writhed.

"Hiei!" he pleaded, answered by the Koorime’s deep chuckle.

Hiei’s tongue flicked over the tip and he strained upwards, then groaned in surprised relief as a mouth closed over the throbbing head, moving up and down, tongue undulating against his moist flesh, and he began to thrust his hips eagerly.

He shuddered as Hiei’s tongue fluttered along the central vein as he moved his lips up and down. His fingers delved up underneath him, searchingly, brushing against the tight pucker of flesh and Kurama twitched, helpless to both his bonds and Hiei’s forceful mouth as one finger slipped inside him, opening him.

"Hmm. . ." he moaned, caught up in the mingled pleasure/pain rolling through him.

Hiei’s mouth moved faster, tongue twirling around his shaft, and Kurama’s breath hitched in his throat at that pleasure mixed with the irritation of a second finger joining the first, then a third. The thrusting fingers moved in time with Hiei’s mouth, and Kurama cried out, approaching his release.

The fire demon pulled his head back before he could get too close and Kurama bit his lip, muffling a frustrated cry. Hiei did so like his revenge; might as well not give him the pleasure of yelling at him.

Hiei ran his tongue over his inner thigh, placing a kiss on his scrotum, mouthing the pouch gently. A sound resembling a whimper left Kurama’s lips. Hiei moved his fingers again, stretching, probing, then the hand withdrew.

Hiei’s tongue lapped across the tip of his member, dipping into the slit and Kurama groaned, shifting his hips as the pressure between his hips became uncomfortably insistent.

"Hiei, please!" he finally burst out, willing to beg if the damned little fire demon would stop teasing him.

Hands pushed insistently at his legs and he lifted them quickly, eagerly wrapping them around Hiei as his lover moved between them. A groan escaped both their lips as Hiei thrust *in* and a hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping in slow, rolling motions and bolts of pleasure shot through Kurama until he hardly noticed when Hiei was fully sheathed. Kurama’s breath hissed out of him slowly as Hiei began to rock inside of him, slowly, the hand still moving in rhythmic counterpoint to his gentle thrusts. Then Kurama was rocking up to meet him and Hiei groaned, beginning to pump into him with abandon.

"Ah. . .hn. . ." Hiei panted, completely lost to the burning heat of their rhythm. Hiei thrust fiercely and Kurama strained again, wishing he could clutch Hiei closer as Hiei sunk his teeth into him again, making a muffled noise against his flesh as he pulled his body taut into his lover’s, small jerks of his hips signifying his release. Kurama erupted a moment later with a gasping, explosive cry, his seed flowing against Hiei’s stomach in spurting jets.

After a long, panting moment Hiei pulled out and curled up next to him with a sleepy, satisfied look on his heavy-lidded face. He mumbled something against Kurama’s neck and started to purr.

"What was that?" Kurama demanded, not sure he’d caught Hiei’s words correctly.

Hiei cracked one blood-red eye and regarded him with an almost irritated expression. "Ai shiteru, dammit." He closed his eye again, and resumed purring.

"H-honto?" Kurama faltered, hoping he’d say it again. Hiei didn’t say it very often. "You mean it?"

"Mmh." Hiei snaked an arm over his chest. "Even though occasionally you leap out of bed at the most inconvenient times to go chasing after stupid ningen women."

Kurama was torn between laughter and outrage. "That was my mother, not just any stupid ningen woman," he protested.

Hiei merely sniffed, the constant rumble of his amazing purr vibrating gently against Kurama’s skin.

"Hiei? Are you going to untie me, now?"

Silence. More purring.

"Hiei?" Kurama inquired, a slightly desperate note entering his voice.

Hiei’s breathing was soft and regular beneath the overlying purr.

"Hiei, dammit!"

Finally he gave up, resigning himself to somewhat stiff arms when he woke up in the morning. As he drifted off to sleep, he could’ve sworn he heard a deep, very amused chuckle against his neck.