“Exactly what I said. You will do what you want and either bend the rest of us to accept it or simply expect it.” In this Hiei feels he is speaking from an exceptional amount of experience. After all, he hadn’t exactly been all that intent on changing their working relationship after the king’s tournament had been set and relative peace made their little ragtag team not exactly necessary. And yet Kurama had worked on him for years, upon reflection. As much as the fire demon tended to start on his back foot when it came to anything to do with emotions, he eventually caught on and caught up.
In this, though, Hiei is particularly sharp edged. After all, if he’d simply stone walled Kurama’s attempts at closeness and affection, he could have avoided this entire tumultuous situation. He is equally angry with Kurama as he is himself in these moments, still a dog with a bone on the fact that Kurama hadn’t wanted to stay before, so he certainly did not really want to now.
Who knew how long that trust would take to repair, or if it were even possible. If it is, Kurama may decide to give up before the work is done and Hiei could not necessarily blame him for making the decision.
The fire demon’s teeth bare as Kurama crosses the room at speed, unsure what is to follow but attempting to be prepared no matter what happened next. Maybe it would dispel some of the attention if Kurama finally attacked him, to put them back on some semblance of equal footing -
But attacking him isn’t what Kurama does. Not even close.
Hiei finds himself shocked as Kurama takes his wrist and pulls him in, the familiar touch of his lips equal parts sweet as painful in the moment.
His body moves with muscle memory alone, forearms bulging with tension before his hands move to meet Kurama’s arms as well, claws digging as his brows furrow. There’s an attempt at a sound, some kind of disgruntled disapproval of the fox invading his space before the more carnal parts of his hindbrain take over at the contact. He had missed this, after all. Well. Maybe not this specifically, but Kurama’s proximity, his scent that typically put him as ease.
This is different, of course. Hiei’s momentary freeze as he attempts to figure out where this is all going comes to an end all at once, a growl rising in the fire demon’s throat as he kisses back, teeth meeting skin as he decides to bite (a little, kind of gently) as his show of annoyance.
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“Exactly what I said. You will do what you want and either bend the rest of us to accept it or simply expect it.” In this Hiei feels he is speaking from an exceptional amount of experience. After all, he hadn’t exactly been all that intent on changing their working relationship after the king’s tournament had been set and relative peace made their little ragtag team not exactly necessary. And yet Kurama had worked on him for years, upon reflection. As much as the fire demon tended to start on his back foot when it came to anything to do with emotions, he eventually caught on and caught up.
In this, though, Hiei is particularly sharp edged. After all, if he’d simply stone walled Kurama’s attempts at closeness and affection, he could have avoided this entire tumultuous situation. He is equally angry with Kurama as he is himself in these moments, still a dog with a bone on the fact that Kurama hadn’t wanted to stay before, so he certainly did not really want to now.
Who knew how long that trust would take to repair, or if it were even possible. If it is, Kurama may decide to give up before the work is done and Hiei could not necessarily blame him for making the decision.
The fire demon’s teeth bare as Kurama crosses the room at speed, unsure what is to follow but attempting to be prepared no matter what happened next. Maybe it would dispel some of the attention if Kurama finally attacked him, to put them back on some semblance of equal footing -
But attacking him isn’t what Kurama does. Not even close.
Hiei finds himself shocked as Kurama takes his wrist and pulls him in, the familiar touch of his lips equal parts sweet as painful in the moment.
His body moves with muscle memory alone, forearms bulging with tension before his hands move to meet Kurama’s arms as well, claws digging as his brows furrow. There’s an attempt at a sound, some kind of disgruntled disapproval of the fox invading his space before the more carnal parts of his hindbrain take over at the contact. He had missed this, after all. Well. Maybe not this specifically, but Kurama’s proximity, his scent that typically put him as ease.
This is different, of course. Hiei’s momentary freeze as he attempts to figure out where this is all going comes to an end all at once, a growl rising in the fire demon’s throat as he kisses back, teeth meeting skin as he decides to bite (a little, kind of gently) as his show of annoyance.