Carbon

Author’s note: Posting early to make up for last week’s lateness. And, because I love this chapter. But you’re going to kill me for where I left it.

Chapter 11

“Do I really have to?” Yusuke whined, giving Kurama his signature “this is bullshit” face. He’d used it on Keiko a number of times when she’d forced him to go shopping.

“At the very least, we need to buy you some new uniforms. Unless you want to borrow mine.”

Yusuke looked stunned for a moment at the prospect of showing up to class wearing magenta. “FINE.” He followed Kurama out the front door. “Where’s Hiei?” he asked, suddenly noticing the fire-demon’s absence.

“He’s nearby,” Kurama replied. He looked at his watch and headed for a bus-stop.

“Good thing it’s the weekend,” Yusuke grouched. “Bet uptown’ll be crawling with rich kids.”

Kurama smiled. “We’re not all bad.”

“You’re not a kid,” Yusuke pointed out. He sighed. “Glad I don’t have to borrow your clothes after today. No offense, but they don’t fit.”

Kurama’s smile broadened.

“What are you smiling at, fox-boy?”

Kurama just shook his head. The bus arrived and Kurama and Yusuke boarded. Kurama paid both their fares and they took seats near the back. They didn’t talk much until they got off the bus Yusuke looked at the stores they passed with distain, each clearly more expensive than the last. “You’re going to buy me a new wardrobe no matter what I say, aren’t you?” Yusuke grouched.

“Not if you tell me you plan to go nude at all times,” Kurama replied.

Yusuke was stunned into silence and they approached the uniform store. Kurama did all the talking and when the man behind the counter returned with several blue Sarayashiki uniforms, Yusuke gave Kurama a stern look. “The school’ll be in uproar if I show up in blue.”

Kurama smiled and handed Yusuke a uniform to try on. Yusuke scowled the whole way to the dressing room, shouted “It fits,” and walked back out.

“I looked like a nerd,” Yusuke muttered, returning the uniform so the cashier could ring up several of his size. Kurama paid with a credit card.

“I look better in green,” Yusuke growled as they left the store. “And why the hell is Hiei pulling his ninja bullshit?”

“I believe he wanted to give us some time alone.”

Yusuke slumped. He had a feeling that Hiei might take his side in this argument. Then again, it was also likely that Hiei would echo Kurama’s desire that he prance around naked. “Okay…”

“You seem disappointed,” Kurama observed. “Do you not want time alone with me?”

“It’s not that…” A thought suddenly struck Yusuke and it had his ears turning pink. “One of you guys has to be with me all the time, right?”

Kurama nodded, his eyes questioning.

“So… what do I do when you… when you guys want alone time?”

Kurama hid a chuckle behind his hand. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Yusuke stared at his feet, the idea was giving him stomach pain. He’d thought about sex several times in the past 24 hours (not to mention beforehand when he was having sex dreams about both friends) and was pretty sure that he had no idea how it worked with two guys. Maybe I can get Hiei and Kurama to let me watch…. WHY DID I JUST THINK THAT?

“Punishing yourself for something?” Kurama questioned, noting the irritated look on Yusuke’s face.

Yusuke stuttered incoherently for a second. “No,” he finally forced out. “Let’s go in here.” He pointed at a store just ahead and walked in without waiting for Kurama to respond.

= - = - = - =

“He was in a foul mood all day,” Kurama whispered to Hiei. It was night and they were sitting together on the windowsill while Yusuke slept; snoring quietly in Kurama’s bed. Kurama smiled at him.

“The boy just had a tremendous emotional shock,” Hiei muttered. “First his mother and now us…”

Kurama nodded. “True. But he seemed alright yesterday.”

Hiei traced lazy patterns in Kurama’s skin, trailing his fingers up and down the kitsune’s arm. He seemed to be doing it absentmindedly, not really noticing that he was doing it. “He asked me something today,” Kurama whispered.

“Oh?” said Hiei.

“He wanted to know what we’d do if you and I wanted alone time together.”

Hiei raised an eyebrow at that. “Surely he knows…”

“I don’t believe I know either, Hiei…” Kurama admitted.

“He’ll have to stay in the room.”

“Hiei!” Kurama covered his eyes with one hand, taking deep breaths. “W-we can’t do that in front of him…”

“I don’t see why not.” Hiei reached up and pulled Kurama’s hand away from his face. “Or, we could do it while he’s sleeping.” Kurama blinked and gnawed on his lip while Hiei cast a glance at Yusuke. “He’s sleeping now,” Hiei muttered. He sat up, kneeling, and brought himself closer to Kurama. He held Kurama’s gaze for a few beats, feeling the tension in Kurama’s shoulders as he ran his fingers over them. Kurama was too stunned to force his gaze away from Hiei’s. For a moment, all he could think about was how wonderful Hiei felt kneeling between his legs. “Hiei…” Kurama groaned, tired of having the petite demon hold him and stare into his eyes but not close the distance.

“Yes?” Hiei asked with a smirk.

Kurama bit his lip.

Hiei waited, clearly wanting Kurama to ask for what he wanted.

“You’re not making this easy.”

“What?” Hiei whispered.

“Just kiss me.”

Hiei obliged, rolling his lips against Kurama’s and tasting the sweet honey left on his mouth from the tea he’d drunk just before bed. Deft fingers ran over Hiei’s abs, sliding under the shirt and to his back. Kurama breathed deeply through his nose, enjoying Hiei’s scent. He loved how Hiei always smelled like burning pine and something slightly sweet. Right now, he smelled like musk and desire as well.

Kurama smoothed his palms over Hiei’s chest and Hiei twined his fingers in Kurama’s hair. Hiei gave the crimson locks a gentle tug as he climbed into Kurama’s lap. Kurama clutched at Hiei’s back, digging his nails into the pliant flesh when Hiei moved his lips down to his neck. Kurama growled, having to force down the instinct to strike at the demon who was so close to a vulnerable area. The moment subsided and Kurama found himself biting down on his lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Hiei carefully unbuttoned Kurama’s shirt and tasted each inch of skin as it became exposed before his eyes. He returned his lips to Kurama’s and pushed the flimsy fabric off the kitsune’s shoulders, tangling his hands once again in soft, blood red hair. Hiei moved against Kurama, rubbing their clothed erections together and smirked when Kurama moaned into his mouth.

It became clear that the windowsill was too small to continue their actions so Kurama stood and unbuttoned Hiei’s pants. Hiei hissed at the sudden cold air moving over his heated flesh and let out a similar noise when Kurama took him in his mouth.

Kurama licked Hiei’s cock, swirling his tongue at the head before taking the entire length deep into his throat. Hiei let out a cry, muffled by his fist which he’d bit down on to keep himself quiet. He reached down and ran his fingers through Kurama’s hair, whimpering around his fist when the kitsune contracted his throat around his length.

“K-Kurama…” Hiei moaned, tugging at Kurama’s hair to get his attention. Kurama gave Hiei’s cock one last lick before releasing Hiei and catching the fire-demon’s gaze. Hiei slid to the floor and pushed Kurama down, making quick work of the jeans impeding his progress. He admired the glorious cock before him and gave it an experimental taste.

“W-wait,” Kurama whispered. He grabbed Hiei’s hips and pulled him toward his mouth, silently commanding him to turn around. Hiei understood and got on all fours to take Kurama’s length into his mouth. He shuddered in pleasure both at the taste and the feeling of Kurama returning the gesture.

The heat was almost overwhelming. Kurama let out a moan, the sound muffled by the delicious member in he was praising. He redoubled his efforts to pleasure Hiei, pulling a moan from his lover as well. The sound sent shock-waves through Kurama’s groin so he put forth even more effort in hopes that Hiei would make that sound again. When Hiei did, Kurama’s vision went white for a moment and he forgot what he was doing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. When he came back to himself, he quickly helped Hiei finish and collapsed. Hiei crawled around to lie beside his lover. It was obvious that Kurama’s human body tired far more quickly than his own. He lifted Kurama into his arms and smiled as the redhead fell asleep. All he could do was lay him on the side of the bed by the wall next to Yusuke and cover him with the blanket. As Hiei climbed in on Yusuke’s other side, he smirked at the thought of what the human would do when he woke up to find two naked men in his bed. I know what outcome I’m hoping for.

= - = - = - =

While Yusuke’s reaction wasn’t the one Hiei had been hoping, at the very least it was amusing. Both Hiei and Kurama were roused from their slumber by a surprised screech and the feeling of being jostled while Yusuke leapt out of bed. After quickly checking to make sure he wasn’t naked too, he slunk to the other side of the room and hid his face in the wall. “What the hell?” He demanded.

Kurama sat up and gave the amused Hiei a very stern look. “You should have woken me to get dressed, Hiei,” he scolded.

“And miss your reaction?” Hiei laughed gesturing toward Yusuke.

“I don’t have a problem with you guys sleeping naked,” Yusuke muttered, his voice slightly muffled by the wall he was facing. “But at LEAST warn me if you’re gonna, okay?” He turned around. “Please tell me I didn’t do something… weird in my sleep?”

“Like what?” Kurama asked as he stood to locate a pair of pants. Yusuke tried hard not to stare at the firm backside as the fox spirit bent over to find pants from his bottom drawer.

Hiei chuckled. “It’s not worth it if you’re asleep.”

Kurama turned around as he pulled up his pants. Without underwear, Yusuke noticed. “W-wha?” he stammered. “Aren’t you going to put on underpants?!”

Kurama flashed Yusuke a smile. “Of course not,” he laughed, buttoning the tight blue jeans. He hooked his thumbs in the belt loops. “Why on earth would I bother with those?”

Yusuke cast the still-naked Hiei an accusing look. “I guess you don’t either?”

Hiei raised an eyebrow. “Why would I want to wear more clothes?” he replied. “It’s faster if I don’t.”

“What did you two do last night?” Yusuke asked, choosing to ignore the suggestive tone in Hiei’s voice.

“Would you like us to demonstrate?” Hiei asked.

It was clear to Kurama by the bright red hue to Yusuke’s face and the shocked look that he was uncomfortable with the teasing. “Hiei,” said Kurama. “Let it be for now.”

“Actually…” Yusuke muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m kinda curious…”

Hiei and Kurama stared as Yusuke’s face turned a bright shade of pink.

Yusuke had to force himself to look up. When he saw the look of intrigue on Kurama’s face and the smirk on Hiei’s he felt his stomach clench and images of them all doing something flashed through his head. “I kinda…” Yusuke nibbled on his lower lip. “I’m not sure how it works.”

Kurama and Hiei exchanged glances. Hiei rolled his eyes at Yusuke. “Would you like me to show you right now?”

“No!” Yusuke shouted. “I mean… not right now. Sh-shouldn’t we go eat breakfast or something?”

Kurama nodded. “Perhaps you should get dressed first.”

“It’s Sunday, right?” Yusuke asked. He suddenly couldn’t remember if he was supposed to go to school or not.

“Yes,” Kurama replied. He walked over to his closet and pulled on a shirt.

Yusuke stumbled over to the dresser and looked in the bottom two drawers. Kurama had made good on his threat to buy Yusuke a new wardrobe. He chose a pair of dark green boxers, a pair of designer jeans and a light yellow cable-knit sweater Kurama had somehow talked him into buying. As before, Yusuke changed in front of Hiei and Kurama without giving it a second thought although he noticed that Hiei had already left.

“He’s just outside,” said Kurama.

Yusuke’s face fell. He felt like he wasn’t spending enough time with Hiei. As much as he loved being around Kurama, he wanted them to have equal time. It just didn’t seem fair.

Kurama exited the room, trying not to take Yusuke’s disappointment too personally. When Yusuke followed him into the kitchen, he sensed tension coming from the younger teen and he smiled at him reassuringly. “I think we should tell her now,” Yusuke muttered. “Your mom,” he replied to Kurama’s questioning look.

Kurama nodded and walked into the dining room where Shiori was setting the table with omelets and blueberry muffins. Yusuke took his seat and took an omelet but didn’t grab a muffin because he disliked blueberry.

“Good morning, you two,” Shiori greeted them, setting orange juice in front of both boys and sitting across from Yusuke. “Did you sleep well, Yusuke-kun?”

Yusuke shifted uncomfortably and gave Kurama a pleading look. “Yeah, Shiori, it was fine.”

Shiori smiled.

“Mother?” said Kurama.

“Yes, dear?”

“We need to talk to you about something.”

Shiori frowned. “Is something the matter?”

“No,” said Kurama. “Everything’s fine-“

“It’s nothing bad,” Yusuke interrupted. “I just thought you should know because I’m living here and all… Uh… Me and K- uhh… Me and Shuuichi are kind of…” He looked at Kurama. “What are we doing, anyway?”

“Dating,” Kurama finished for Yusuke.

Shiori clapped a hand over her mouth and absolutely glowed. “Oh! I’m so happy!” she exclaimed. “That’s wonderful news.”

Yusuke looked at her, stunned. First of all, he was expecting some kind of shock, if not disappointment. He didn’t think Shiori would be so happy about it. In fact, he was expecting resistance, or irritation. Perhaps, even rejection.

“Does this mean you don’t want your own room at the new house?” Shiori asked.

Kurama choked on the sip of orange juice he’d just taken. Yusuke thumped him on the back even though he read somewhere that it doesn’t help. Then he was shocked he’d read something, let alone remembered it.

“Mother!” Kurama exclaimed. “What kind of question is that?”

Shiori shrugged. “I just wanted to make sure, dear.” She beamed. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“You’re not… mad?” Yusuke asked.

“Of course not,” said Shiori. “My son has had the most adorable cru-“

“Mother,” Kurama warned.

Shiori flapped her hand dismissively. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she scolded him playfully. “It’s really incredible. I’m so glad, really.” She gave Yusuke a glowing smile. “I trust you’ll treat my son well?”

Yusuke blinked rapidly. “Yeah. I mean… I care about him a lot…” Yusuke felt his cheeks turning pink and immediately was irritated with himself over how often he’d been blushing lately. It was just odd. If you’d asked him a month ago if he thought he’d ever date Kurama, he’d have laughed. Now he was not only dating Kurama, but Hiei as well. On top of that, he was living at Kurama’s house. He occupied himself by eating his omelet and chugged the rest of his orange juice.

“I have to run a few errands today, Shuichi” said Shiori. “I’ll be home a bit late as I’m meeting Kazuya for dinner.”

Kurama nodded.

“I’ll see you both later this evening.” She smiled. “Try to stay out of trouble.” She winked at Yusuke who merely stared at her in shock.

“Your mom… is really cool,” Yusuke told Kurama after Shiori had exited the house.

“I’m glad you think so,” said Kurama.

“So, you’ve had an ‘adorable crush’ on me for how long?”

Kurama hesitated for a moment. “I have to go to the library and the grocery store. I’ll be gone about two hours. Why don’t you spend some time with Hiei?”

Yusuke smirked at Kurama’s refusal to answer the question but agreed to hang out with Hiei and only catcalled at him once before he left.

“You really shouldn’t tease him unless you plan to deliver,” Hiei murmured from behind Yusuke.

Yusuke spun around too quickly and nearly crashed into Hiei who grasped his arms firmly.

“It would be difficult considering you don’t know what to do. ” Hiei smirked viciously and clasped his hands behind Yusuke’s neck.

Yusuke growled and was in the process of grabbing Hiei to throw him across the room when Hiei counter-acted Yusuke’s instinct to attack by sliding his leg between Yusuke’s knees. “That was quick,” Hiei chuckled, feeling how fast Yusuke’s body reacted to his closeness.

“Don’t laugh,” Yusuke panted. “I’m… just sixteen.”

Hiei nipped lightly at Yusuke’s lips. “This will be more comfortable in the bedroom, unless you don’t think you can wait that long.”

Yusuke said nothing. He grabbed Hiei by the hips and pulled him roughly toward him before claiming the smaller man’s lips in a bruising kiss. He didn’t know half of what he was doing but he didn’t care. He hooked one hand under Hiei’s left knee and hitched it up, bringing Hiei’s body closer to his. Hiei played along. He was interested to see where Yusuke would take things. After a few more minutes of making out and heavy petting, it became clear that Yusuke didn’t know where he wanted to take things.

“Yusuke,” Hiei whispered. “If you don’t want things to go further, I suggest you stop now.”

“No,” said Yusuke. “I’m good.”

Hiei smirked. “Then shall we resume upstairs?”

Yusuke grinned and followed Hiei to the bedroom.