"Hiei..." Kurama whispered as he continued to touch himself, his hand creating contrast as he rubbed the palm of his hand over his pj bottoms, where his aching member lay hidden by the thin cloth.

He was lying half curled up on his side, on his bed. He made sure to keep very quiet. He didn't want to wake up his mother or brother. That would be too embarrassing to explain...if he was caught.

He gently picked up one of the roses that was leisurely beside him and with his finger, he flicked off a single thorn. It came off the thin stem with ease. He looked at it, a smile forming on his lips, then stabbed the sharp end into his wrist. He let the stemmed rose drop to his mattress, already forgotten. Leaning over, he suckled on his self made wound with his lips. His eyelids hooded in self delight as he tasted his life force. "Ahhh..." was his muffled cry. He turned over so that he now laid on his stomach. Wanting more friction, he started to rock against the mattress. Fortunately, his bed didn't creak as he moved. His breathing became heavier as he rocked.

Outside, the fire demon in question was perched...innocently on the branch of the old tree by Kurama's windowsill.