A Blue Birthday (PG-13)
Title: A Blue Birthday
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama/Yusuke
Rating: PG-13, for allusions to sex
A/N: Written for blueutopiah's birthday, given the prompt of a Kurama/Yusuke fic with a jealous Hiei. Not at all how I expected this to turn out, but hopefully, you still like it? Also, posted a day early, because tomorrow's going to suck for me.
Kurama, Hiei decides, is one hell of a smug bastard.
It's not just that he has what Hiei wants, it's that he flaunts it. That he looks at Hiei with that gleam in his eye, the one that says he knows how Hiei feels, how the blood seems to burn under Hiei's skin - and that he doesn't care. Or, more accurately, that he's enjoying it.
And people think Hiei's the cruel one.
They never talk about it - not really. That would mean Hiei's admission that he's lost, that Kurama's won - and he refuses to believe that. What's been stolen once can always be stolen again, and though Kurama thinks he's the greatest thief who ever lived, Hiei's not so sure. He thinks that maybe - just maybe - Kurama's starting to get sloppy.
There's no denying, though, that Kurama's made a good choice this time. That his eye hasn't been affected by his long hiatus from the world of thieving. And sometimes, when Hiei watches from the shadows as Kurama plays with his newest treasure, he can't help but admit that they seem almost made for each other. Red against black, dark against light, slim against solid - everything one is, the other isn't.
And their voices. Sometimes, Hiei can only watch if he blocks his ears - if he doesn't have to hear how their voices rise and fall in crashing waves, loud in passion and soft in the aftermath. Sometimes, even that isn't enough, because they're in his mind, those voices: echoing in the dark, driving him half-mad.
Still, he thinks he has a chance. Because while it's true that Kurama's gaze is smug and self-congratulatory, it's also challenging. He knows Hiei wants what he's taken, and he's sure he can keep it - so sure that he dares Hiei to take it (or to try, at least) every time their eyes meet. It's clear, though, that he doesn't think Hiei will - or, that if he does, he has any hope of succeeding.
But Hiei knows something Kurama doesn't: that the infuriating green gaze is not the only one Hiei's felt. There are times, as he watches from the shadows, when he feels an achingly familiar warm brown gaze - when he looks up from where he has unconsciously averted his eyes to avoid having to look at them, at how perfect they are together, and finds himself staring not into flashing green but deep and dark brown. When the voice he hears even when he is not listening ceases to call Kurama's name and starts murmuring his instead.
So he watches and he waits, and he lets Kurama get comfortable in his assumed victory. Because Hiei knows that's the most dangerous thing for a thief - he gets comfortable, he gets cocky...and then someone steals his most precious treasure out from under him.
And that's just what Hiei plans to do.
Maybe he is the cruel one after all.
Comments and criticisms are always welcomed, and a very happy birthday to Blue!
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama/Yusuke
Rating: PG-13, for allusions to sex
A/N: Written for blueutopiah's birthday, given the prompt of a Kurama/Yusuke fic with a jealous Hiei. Not at all how I expected this to turn out, but hopefully, you still like it? Also, posted a day early, because tomorrow's going to suck for me.
Kurama, Hiei decides, is one hell of a smug bastard.
It's not just that he has what Hiei wants, it's that he flaunts it. That he looks at Hiei with that gleam in his eye, the one that says he knows how Hiei feels, how the blood seems to burn under Hiei's skin - and that he doesn't care. Or, more accurately, that he's enjoying it.
And people think Hiei's the cruel one.
They never talk about it - not really. That would mean Hiei's admission that he's lost, that Kurama's won - and he refuses to believe that. What's been stolen once can always be stolen again, and though Kurama thinks he's the greatest thief who ever lived, Hiei's not so sure. He thinks that maybe - just maybe - Kurama's starting to get sloppy.
There's no denying, though, that Kurama's made a good choice this time. That his eye hasn't been affected by his long hiatus from the world of thieving. And sometimes, when Hiei watches from the shadows as Kurama plays with his newest treasure, he can't help but admit that they seem almost made for each other. Red against black, dark against light, slim against solid - everything one is, the other isn't.
And their voices. Sometimes, Hiei can only watch if he blocks his ears - if he doesn't have to hear how their voices rise and fall in crashing waves, loud in passion and soft in the aftermath. Sometimes, even that isn't enough, because they're in his mind, those voices: echoing in the dark, driving him half-mad.
Still, he thinks he has a chance. Because while it's true that Kurama's gaze is smug and self-congratulatory, it's also challenging. He knows Hiei wants what he's taken, and he's sure he can keep it - so sure that he dares Hiei to take it (or to try, at least) every time their eyes meet. It's clear, though, that he doesn't think Hiei will - or, that if he does, he has any hope of succeeding.
But Hiei knows something Kurama doesn't: that the infuriating green gaze is not the only one Hiei's felt. There are times, as he watches from the shadows, when he feels an achingly familiar warm brown gaze - when he looks up from where he has unconsciously averted his eyes to avoid having to look at them, at how perfect they are together, and finds himself staring not into flashing green but deep and dark brown. When the voice he hears even when he is not listening ceases to call Kurama's name and starts murmuring his instead.
So he watches and he waits, and he lets Kurama get comfortable in his assumed victory. Because Hiei knows that's the most dangerous thing for a thief - he gets comfortable, he gets cocky...and then someone steals his most precious treasure out from under him.
And that's just what Hiei plans to do.
Maybe he is the cruel one after all.
Comments and criticisms are always welcomed, and a very happy birthday to Blue!