He relaxed, with a faint sigh. It must have been a dream. A very bizarre, off-putting dream, and he attributed the skull-splitting headache to a bit too much sake, the night before.
So much, apparently, that he couldn't remember drinking it, and falling asleep -- unclothed -- on the sofa.
He slowly opened his eyes, and tried to sit up, wincing as a myriad of little aches and pains prickled through his muscles and across his skin.
"You might not want to do that, just yet," Hiei remarked blandly, from the kitchen, as he emerged from around the bar, carrying a cup of tea, and the offending bottle of sake.
Kurama blinked. Hiei had been in his dream. He caught at the blanket, as it slid from his naked form. Well, that would explain his mysterious disrobing. He tried to force a wan smile past the pain in his head, when he froze.
His hand -- covered in nasty scratches and grime -- had brushed across a softly-rounded mound of flesh in a place where no such mound should be. An icy chill ran through him, and he swallowed hard, willing himself to look down.
The shifted cover, still clutched in his hand, had fallen aside to reveal one small, delicate -- very feminine -- breast. Its rosy nipple perked slightly, at the comparative roughness of the fabric, sending an unfamiliar tingle through his chest.
"Hnnn..." eyelids fluttering, Kurama blanched and swayed, threatening to pass out, once more.
"Oh no, you don't!" Hiei snapped, and slid in beside Kurama, one hand now empty and slapping him a stinging little blow across the cheek. The Kitsune started, snarled and blinked.
"You will not pass out again. Understood?" the little demon ordered, regarding him with a frown. But rare amusement flickered somewhere in his hard, dark eyes -- however briefly.
Kurama nodded shakily, and Hiei forced the cup into his trembling hands, before pouring a less-than-healthy measure of the sake into it, and gesturing for the Kitsune to drink. Without argument, Kurama gladly complied, his stomach twisting itself in knots, as he chugged the spiked tea down, and grimaced.
"Now, what the fuck just happened?" Hiei barely gave Kurama a moment to bring his stomach back under control. The Kitsune politely stifled a protesting belch, before blinking, uncomprehending, at the other youkai.
"This. Answers. Now." Hiei simplified for him, with an expansive sweep of a small, calloused hand the length of Kurama's shrouded body, and back.
Kurama blinked stupidly, again, before answering, his voice a dry, quiet croak. "I don't know. I was hoping you could explain."
Then he paused, before tentatively continuing.
"H.how... far... does it... g.go?"
The Apparition smirked, sharp little teeth flashing briefly at the corner of his upturned lip. "All the way."
Kurama whimpered and groaned, swooning very briefly, again. Too much of a shock. How could it be?!
He was brought from his panicked reverie by another stinging blow.
"OW! I'm not fainting!" he protested, glaring at Hiei, as he rubbed his sore cheek.
"I know. I just enjoy doing that. It amuses me," the Koorime responded mildly, smirking again.
Kurama grumbled, and shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, adjusting the blanket, once more. Another chill went through him, as he again pressed his fingers to his unnatural, little breasts.
"How do we fix this?" his voice was gruff, from the strain, but still a touch higher than it normally should have been.
"Why would we want to?" Hiei arched a raven brow, spreading his hands as he lounged, half-facing him.
Kurama scowled. "I want to. And, it's not YOUR body."
"It could be," Hiei waggled both brows briefly, and the smirk became a leer, as he slid one hand up the length of Kurama's blanketed thigh.
The Kitsune jerked back -- stunned and more than just a little uneasy -- and he clutched the blanket under his chin. Hiei frowned, more at the panic he saw in his occasional-bedfellow's eyes, than at the obvious rebuff. Angry with himself. Kurama must be horrified, frightened out of his mind. And here he was, acting like a complete pig. Why he should even care flashed briefly through his mind, but he pushed the callous thought away. He'd beat himself up over the uncharacteristic moment of compassion later. Right now, he had a frightened Fox with which to contend.
Sighing, Hiei withdrew his hand, laying it harmlessly in his lap, and regarded Kurama a moment. As close to an apology as he got.
"We could go ask Genkai," he scowled briefly, the words resting sour on his tongue. Admit they might need the shriveled bat? Hiei snorted in response to his own thoughts, and poured Kurama another drink.
"Y.yes, we could." the Kitsune downed it without even a thought, nearly choking on the burn, as he nodded emphatically, his voice beginning to rise.
Wonderful. He was becoming hysterical. Not that the Apparition could blame him, really. He couldn't imagine awakening some day to find all signs of his manhood completely deleted. He suppressed a shudder, and poured the poor boy yet another drink.
"We could go to Genkai! And she could find the answer! AndthenIcouldgobacktobeingamanagain!" the Kitsune shrilled, his rambles running annoyingly together.
"Kurama... shut up and drink," Hiei responded dryly, and the panicking Fox obeyed without further comment.
Hiei watched Kurama, noting how horribly his hands shook, realizing just how delicate the Kitsune's fingers had become. Just like the rest of him. Always "pretty", Kurama was now downright beautiful. Alcohol flushed his petal-soft cheeks, and heightened the red of his delicately-bowed lips. The thin blanket clung enticingly to his newfound curves, and the Fox's rapid breathing accentuated the gentle swell of his breasts. Wetting suddenly-dry lips, Hiei softly cleared his throat, and moved to rest on the sofa's arm, behind his friend.
"What..." Kurama blinked, once more, as Hiei took his cup and set it aside. "What're jou d'in?" his words were beginning to slur, as the sake began to enter his bloodstream.
"Giving you a backrub," Hiei responded, brushing the shock of silken red hair aside. "You must be tense as hell."
Kurama stiffened, as the demon's hands came to rest on his shoulders, infusing his body with a sudden, unnatural warmth. Then he blinked, yet again, and relaxed, as Hiei's fingers began to work the painful knots from his back. Very softly, the Kitsune purred, and his eyes drifted closed. Leaning back in the Fire demon's touch, he reveled in the attention, that much of his Youko-self coming sharply to the fore. As his head tilted back, and he arched his chest out, Hiei dropped his lips to the fluttering pulse at Kurama's throat, and nibbled it gently. His ministrations brought a more deeply-thrumming purr from the Kit, and Hiei laid a gentle trail of kisses up, across the line of his jaw.
Kurama squirmed slightly, becoming aroused, as the sake barreled through his system and his sometime-lover's attention drove all the awkward panic away. Craning his neck, he captured Hiei's lips with his own, and moaned his want against them.
The Demon slid from his perch and quickly shed his cassock, never breaking the kiss. Kurama let the coverlet fall, as his hands fumbled at Hiei's waist, clumsily freeing him from his belts and his pants. Hiei grasped the cover and tossed it aside, as he dropped to his knees, to nuzzle his face into Kurama's bare torso, kissing and nipping passionately. The Kitsune groaned, pressing against Hiei's lips, his eyes still closed, and his hands twining through the diminutive demon's hair.
"Oh, Hiei," Kurama's voice was thick with lust, as he pulled his lover to him, forcing his chin up for a kiss, and wrapping his long, pale legs about the demon's waist.
Hiei returned the kiss with equal passion, and grasped the Kitsune's thighs, forcing his legs up, before entering him. Kurama gasped at the incredible new sensation, and bucked beneath the demon, the sofa creaking its protest, beneath them.
Ignoring the comments of the furniture, Hiei drove on, the two becoming utterly lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Whimpers, gasps, cries, and moans drowned out the incessant ticking of the clock, the traffic's purr, and the annoying patter-drip in the sink.
The sofa continued to complain, continued to be ignored, and finally fell silent, having given up its cause when the two lay gasping and sweaty, twined tightly about one another, half-sprawled upon the floor and the coffee table, nearby.
Kurama sleepily combed his fingers through Hiei's hair, and the demon rumbled a little purr of his own, as he stifled a yawn, still kneeling on the floor between the smiling Kitsune's legs.
"A bed's invariably more comfortable, koibito," the Fox quietly commented, gaze fixed half-lidded on some random spot across the room.
"Hm," Hiei agreed. Cheek pressed against Kurama's breasts, the Apparition listening absently to the steady, pulsing thud of the demon-human's heart. Sliding his arms from about the Kitsune's waist, he yanked Kurama to him and fluidly stood, lifting his naked lover from the sofa. Kurama grinned, resting his brow against the demon's and twining his legs about the other's hips, as he continued to toy with Hiei's hair.
Striding purposefully to the bedroom, Hiei kicked the door closed, shutting the furnishings and appliances out.