Encircled Kurama lay on the soft grass and breathed in the sweet fragrance of wildflowers. They surrounded him, blooms of a thousand different colours, a hundred different scents. He stared up at the cloudless blue sky and marvelled at the beauty of this place. He had never dreamed that such a place existed. Would never have known it had Briseis not brought him here. He knew how difficult it was for her to speak of her past, knew that it was harder still for her to come to this place, but still she had given this paradise to him. And to Hiei. Only the three of them knew that this little slice of heaven existed. Kurama once again gave silent thanks that Briseis could be so generous, so kind hearted, even after all that had passed between them. The brilliant red sun of this world slowly sank below the horizon, painting the sky crimson as it set. The four moons that orbited Faery slowly rose, one after the other. Aridehl, the largest, was a mere sliver of silver in the starry sky. Liandiran, the next largest, shone full and green. Samriol, smallest but for one other, was red as blood, and only half full. The golden light of Ciaridan, the smallest of the four moons, was all but absent from the sky, for tonight it was only a quarter full. The combined light cast strange shadows on the ground, the trees seemed to shift and move, though there was no wind. Then a faint breeze stirred in the air, and a slim shape came out of the shadows and lay beside Kurama. Kurama rolled onto his side and gazed at his companion. Hiei's face seemed all sharp angles and deep shadows as he lay staring up at the four moons. His crimson eyes almost glowed in the red light from Samriol. He was silent, grim and entirely unappreciative of the incredible beauty that surrounded him. He was shadow to Kurama's light; harsh, searing flame to Kurama's lingering, smouldering spark. But for all his faults he was to Kurama as water is to a tree. Hiei kept his gaze fixed on the sky above him, ignoring Kurama's scrutiny and maintaining his usual stony silence. He barely twitched when Kurama's lips brushed against his throat. When Kurama began to tickle Hiei's face with his long, lustrous red hair, he languidly brought up one slender hand to brush it away. His crimson eyes glittered in the glow of the moons, and every so often the corner of his mouth would twitch upwards ever so slightly, but no more than that. To the untrained eye it seemed that he had yet to notice that he was not alone. Kurama frowned slightly, unusually frustrated at Hiei's customary lack of response. He had no patience for this game tonight. He grinned mischievously and his leaf-green eyes glinted yellow in the bright moonlight. In the blink of an eye, Shuiichi Minamino's slim form vanished, to be replaced by the taller, bulkier form of Youko Kurama. Hiei yelped as he suddenly found himself pinned to the ground by a six foot tall, muscular Youko. He looked up at Kurama, and saw a pair of golden eyes staring at him with a decidedly predatory gaze. Before he could protest, the grass beneath him grew and strengthened, entangling him and imprisoning him. He began to struggle when Kurama plucked a single blade of grass and transformed it into a long, wickedly sharp knife. Kurama stroked the flat of the blade down Hiei's pale cheek, down to his throat and along his shoulder blade. The knife slid into his shirt and Hiei winced slightly as, with a flick of his wrist, Kurama sliced clean through the left strap of his ever-present black tanktop. Kurama laughed mockingly as he saw Hiei's eyes widen. Hiei stared up at him malevolently and Kurama leaned close and whispered "Did you think I would cut you? Oh no, little one, I need that alabaster skin of yours intact for what I have planned." He slowly sliced through the side of Hiei's shirt, spilling not a single drop of blood as he cut the light fabric. He slid the flat of the blade across Hiei's stomach, and slit open the other side of the shirt. One last flick of the wrist and Hiei's tanktop fell apart. Kurama tossed the dark fabric aside and gazed appreciatively at Hiei's now-bare chest. Hiei shivered, though the night air was balmy and mild. The youko stating down at him was so very different from the Kurama he was accustomed to. There was a cold, naked desire in Kurama's golden eyes, where before Hiei had only seen tenderness and love. Unsure of how to react, Hiei kept silent, waiting to see what Kurama would do. Kurama ran his hands over the hard ridges of Hiei's well muscled stomach. He slid back so that his knees straddled Hiei's calves, slightly startled at the great difference between their heights, and lowered his mouth to Hiei's semi-erect nipple. He sucked and bit none too gently at the tender nub of flesh as he used one hand to pinch and rub at the other nipple. He smiled to himself as Hiei began to moan softly. Pleasure danced through Hiei's body. He strained at his bonds, his back trying to arch into Kurama's not-so-tender kiss, but the grass held him pinned helplessly to the ground. Then Kurama's hot mouth left his chest and Hiei lay gasping, half eager, half afraid of what would come next. The knife reappeared in Kurama's hand, looking sharper and longer than before. Kurama brought the knife down and slid it under Hiei's belts. He snapped his wrist up, slicing neatly through all four of the thin leather straps. He discarded the severed belts and moved the knife to Hiei's hip. He cut through the dark material of Hiei's trouser leg, again spilling not one drop of blood. The grass that imprisoned Hiei's leg parted to let the knife pass, but closed tightly again before Hiei could so much as twitch. Kurama repeated the process for the other leg, and once more tossed the black fabric aside. Hiei shivered again as Kurama gazed at his naked body. The look in Kurama's eyes was possessive and lustful, something which both pleased and frightened Hiei. Hiei trembled slightly as Kurama bent down and lightly grazed the tip of his penis with his tongue. Kurama licked the slit at the tip of Hiei's hardening sex one last time, then took Hiei's entire length into his mouth. He ran his tongue up the central vein and bit lightly at the base. He sucked forcefully and ran his tongue around Hiei's stiff erection. His hands roamed across Hiei's chest, pinching and toying with Hiei's rock hard nipples. He heard Hiei's moaning grow louder and more passionate and he felt Hiei's hips twitching, forcing up against the bonds that held them down. Just as Hiei's arousal approached it's peak, he stopped and sat back. Hiei struggled vainly against his bonds, trying to free his hands, desperate to finish the job Kurama had started and relieve the aching, painful arousal that the youko had cultivated. But the grass held him firmly, and Hiei gave up, lying limp on the ground, gasping and moaning in pleasure and pain. He looked up at Kurama, silently pleading with him to bring him to climax and noticed that somehow Kurama had divested himself of his clothes without ever moving from his position straddling Hiei's calves. Hiei watched nervously as the youko moved to kneel between his legs. The grass ropes suddenly freed Hiei's lower half, but before he could move Kurama had reached back and grabbed his ankles. The youko's grip was strong and unbreakable, and Hiei could do nothing but watch. Kurama brought Hiei's legs up and rested them on his shoulders, then used the grass to tie Hiei's ankles together behind his neck. His silver hair tickled Hiei's legs and feet, causing the little koorime's writhing to increase. He leaned over and bit playfully at Hiei's nipple then, without preparation or warning, thrust into Hiei. Hiei made a strangled sound as Kurama pushed into him. Each of the youko's powerful thrusts wrung a cry from the smaller youkai, but beneath the pain ran a current of pleasure that slowly grew, until it overwhelmed him. His painfully hard sex brushed and rubbed against Kurama's chest and again and again Hiei felt jolts of pure elation shoot through him as Kurama's thrusts brushed against the sensitive spot on the inner wall of his anus. Then he felt Kurama's warm, wet seed filing him and his mind went blank. His back arched and he climaxed, semen coating his and Kurama's chests. Kurama thrust a few last times, then pulled out and collapsed next to Hiei. The two youkai lay panting and gasping on the soft grass. After a few minutes, Kurama groaned and rolled onto his side, gazing into Hiei's eyes. The predatory look had vanished from the golden eyes of the youko, and had been replaced by tenderness and love. The remaining blades of grass released Hiei's arms and Hiei yawned and stretched lazily. His eyelids began drooping and Hiei struggled to fight the exhaustion that pulled at him. Kurama smiled softly and kissed Hiei gently on the lips. He pulled the weary little koorime into his arms and whispered "You're not mad at me, are you?". He sighed happily as Hiei mumbled something incoherent and snuggled up against his chest. In the last few moments before sleep claimed him, Hiei reflected that, no matter which form he was in, in the end Kurama was still Kurama. He wriggled closer to his lover and sighed. Youko or Human, rough or gentle, Kurama was, and would always be, the love of his life. Then Hiei fell asleep, content that he was safe, knowing that through the night he would be protected within the circle of Kurama's strong arms. The End!!!