Kurama gritted his teeth as he teetered on the edge of
mind-exploding pleasure. Gods! Now he knew why Foxbane was forbidden to the
Clans. That one touch had just about sent him over the edge. He took a deep
breath as the sensation faded into something he could deal with and opened
his eyes once more. The expression on Hiei's face was for once unguarded
and Kurama thought he saw concern there. He stifled a growl of frustration.
This was definitely not the way he had planned on explaining the ways of
sex to Hiei.

	"It's called an erection, Hiei. Males get them when they are
sexually aroused," Kurama's voice was low and husky as he replied.

	Hiei figured it was from forcing it to work around the paralysis
that held the Youko as he blinked and puzzled over that last bit. Why was
Kurama sexually aroused? That didn't make any sense either. There was no
female here. Well, now that he had broached the subject, he might as well
find out all he could.

	"You're aroused? Why?"

	"What you were doing to my fur felt very, very nice."

	Hiei's fingers came out of Kurama's hair and he felt a flash of
guilt. He hadn't meant to do that to Kurama. He was surprised that
something so simple could create that reaction in his friend. And surprised
at this strange feeling that he couldn't quite figure out. It had something
to do with the fact that he HAD created that reaction. And he couldn't
quite figure out how to ask the next question. It wasn't really what you
did with it. He had seen that. It was why? So he settled on the one that
had been troubling him the most.

	"Does it hurt?"

	Kurama barely managed to repress his chuckle. "No. In fact, exactly
the opposite. When a male's member it like this, gentle," and he stressed
that word, "stimulation of any kind feels better than anything you can
imagine."

	He sighed and closed his eyes as Hiei scowled. Here he was, with
his head pillowed in Hiei's naked lap and helpless. So close and yet so far
away. He worked very hard on trying to get anything to move.

	Hiei mulled that over. Well, that explained it. Better than
anything he could imagine? Well, that had to be an exaggeration. Now that
he had an answer, time to move on to other business. Like that female Youko.

	"Who was that Lady Youko?"

	"What Lady Youko?" Kurama echoed, not paying much attention.

	He'd gotten his toes to wiggle. Now for the fingers.

	"The one who had you in a cage back there in those flowers," Hiei
elaborated in an unconcerned tone.

	Kurama tensed and forgot about fingers and toes as that registered.
"What are you talking about, Hiei?"

	An amused gleam came into Hiei's eyes and the barest touch of a
smile turned one side of his mouth. Kurama didn't remember!

	"She was very pretty. Prettier than you! And Gold colored. Another
of your old enemies?

	Kurama's eyes narrowed. "Golden? Hiei, are you sure?"

	Hiei gave him his best 'why am I surrounded by idiots' expression.

	"Did she touch you?" There was true fear in Kurama's voice and
panic in his eyes as one of his hands moved slowly and closed on Hiei's
wrist.

	"No. Why?"

	The adrenaline surge left in the rush of relief and a wave of
weakness and drowsiness swept in to take it's place. Kurama tried to fight
it off. The chances he got to be alone with Hiei were few and far between.
He was not going to go to sleep now.

	"Who is she?" Hiei demanded as Kurama's eyes slid shut and his head
got very heavy in his lap.

	"Someone I hope you won't met again for a very, very long time,"
Kurama mumbled back.

	Hiei's eyebrows came together and he reached down and tugged firmly
on a bit of red hair.

	"Hn."

	Asleep again. Hiei lifted Kurama's head and slid out from under
him, then with a bit of tugging and a few curse laden grunts, got him up
and settled over his shoulder.

	He got Kurama lowered onto his bed and noticed as he was lifting
his legs to get him all on it that the 'erection' had gone away. He had the
very mischievous thought of seeing if he couldn't make it come back, then
scowled at himself. Kurama wasn't a toy and this sex thing was serious
business. And a distracting one. If he had been intent on Yuusuke's life
when he had been busy with Keiko, Yuusuke would have been dead and never
even known what had hit him.  That made it a business he had no need to be
dabbling in. And besides, Kurama had hordes of females of all species
drooling after him. And he was...well, nothing that Kurama would want
anyway even if he had the right configuration, which he didn't...Hiei
blinked and gave himself a firm mental shake. What the hell was he even
doing thinking such absurd thoughts?

	He distracted himself by going to the closet and rummaged around in
Kurama's bag until he found the ointment that his friend always used on
ward burns and a roll of bandages and set to work doctoring his hand. The
storm spit the last bit of it's violence against the panes of the window as
he was wrapping his little finger. By the time he had put the ointment and
the much smaller roll of bandage back the sky was clean and blue, the storm
clouds gone as only Spring storm clouds could.

	He gathered his still soaked clothes and draped them over one
arm...he'd need to hang them in some high branches close to the sun...and
stepped into his boots, then went to check on Kurama. His friend was still
deeply asleep and Hiei wondered what he was dreaming. That smile was sly
and secret. Probably of stealing something. The unbandaged hand went out
shyly to stroke that blood colored hair that was spread like a halo around
his friends head once more.

	*So soft.*

	Then with a whisper of displaced air, Hiei was gone.

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to be continued...