Pirates of the Makai

Pirates of the Makai
Part eleven: epilogue

“It’s strange isn’t it?” Koenma said, after Yusuke sighed for like the hundredth time. “Now that we’re home, that business at Maze Castle seems like it was just a dream-- or rather a nightmare.”

“Yeah, some of it was,” Yusuke responded, tugging at his stiff finery. He felt so uncomfortable in his expensive suits. Even though he’d been cajoled into wearing them for the majority of his life he felt like… like they didn’t belong on him.

He sighed again, looked around the party. The overlords of the realm were celebrating Koenma’s triumphant return to the capital. They actually got back from their heroic adventure a nearly a month ago. With the time it took to cross the sea back to Reikei, that would put Maze Castle about a month and a half past. That’s a month and half since he’d seen Captain Hiei as well.

They parted company almost immediately after the mermaids had returned, via the summons of the Makai Whistle, and taken them back to the surface world. Koenma had to be returned to Reikai and Yusuke had to personally make sure that that return was made safely. Kurama and Kuwabara agreed to take them aboard the Den of Pleasures--They had taken that ship, because the Rose-Lash Fury, Black Dragon, and Naus Spiritus Sword were all known pirate ships. And it just wouldn’t do to have the local naval fleet shooting down the ship that was returning their crowned prince.

But Hiei said he couldn’t come with them. He had to hurry over to Koorime House as quick as he could with Yukina to buy out her tenure. He said that if she were gone too long they might send assassins for him and take her back. Yusuke sensed that Hiei feared the latter more than the former. So with Yukina, Hiei took the Black Dragon, which they found moored off a nearby cove alongside the Rose-Lash Fury and Naus Spiritus Sword, and left.

A month and a half later, here he was, back in the ridiculously decadent Reikei Palace, in his stiff clothes, surrounded by gaudy aristocrats who pretended relief at Koenma’s return. In fact Yusuke knew a few of them were lamenting the fact he came back alive. Many of them could come up with viable claims on the throne if the only heir to the king should meet a tragic end. He didn’t want to be there.

Koenma, sensing his friend’s mood, licked his lips and tentatively said, “You know Miss Yukimura won’t be attending tonight.”

Yusuke lifted a brow and said baiting, “Uh okay?”

Koenma supplied, “While you were kidnapped she retreated to her aunt’s house in the countryside to wear blacks and mourn if worse came to worst.”

“The proper action for any young lady,” Yusuke noted cynically.

Koenma continued, “And she won’t be able to return to the capital for another three days minimum. So…. If you want to get out of here….” He gestured to the party at large with a cheeky half smirk on his face. Yusuke knew well what that expression meant. It was an invitation. He had not indulged in such, since that day so long ago when he was stolen away aboard the Black Dragon.

Koenma gently leaned into his side, outwardly looking as if he were merely whispering a joke or something into his companion’s ear. But secretly his stiffening phallus rubbed suggestively on Yusuke’s hip. Koenma whispered lightly, “Come on. You look like you could use a more… intimate setting.”

It was nothing they hadn’t done a hundred times before, but now it seemed different. Why? Hiei. Yusuke didn’t have to think about it. Yes, he still loved Koenma as he always had, as his sovereign and friend. And yes he was still a very sexy boy. But Yusuke had been with Captain Hiei, the pirate who took him, possessed him. And now… he didn’t want to be with anyone else.

Yusuke shook himself. Hiei left him. After the way they touched each other, all the sweet things that they said to each other and countless more that were implied, Hiei left him. Yusuke wasn’t going to betray those memories by believing them to be lies, but he had to face the fact that it was over. Hiei had his Yukina now. They were over.

Yusuke nodded his head to Koenma, “Yeah, lets go.”

Koenma’s apartments were in a whole other part of the palace, so instead they slipped into an empty study and locked the door. Koenma didn’t give Yusuke the time to over-think it-- as if Yusuke over-thought anything. He took Yusuke by the lips the moment the door latched, drawing him closer to his body. And with no reason to protest, Yusuke fell back into his old habits and kissed the prince back with fervor.

“Hmm, haven’t lost your touch, I see,” Koenma purred backing off a pace so he could pull off his jacket. It was a rich thing, made of imported crushed velvet, embroidered with fine silk and real gold buttons. He dropped it on the floor without a second glace. His eyes where fixed on Yusuke.

Yusuke treaded his fingers through the ruffles on the front of Koenma’s silk shirt, murmured in a low voice, “How you want to play this one?”

“Here.” A smile curled on his lips as he strolled over to red leather couch and settled on it, his legs spread in a lewd, but very seductive manner. “You on top of me.”

All Yusuke had to say was, “Sounds good.” Before he strode toward Koenma, removing his own jacket and unbuttoning his shirt along the way.

Koenma reached up and ran his fingers over Yusuke’s chest. He liked to touch Yusuke’s chest. Yusuke knew that. That’s why he made a point of unbuttoning his shirt before he reached him. Yusuke sunk down to kneel between his prince’s legs, leaned in to kiss and suck at his neck. Koenma tilted his head with a moan, obviously accenting to Yusuke’s attentions.

Yusuke’s lips moved down, down, eventually reaching the prince’s more intimate parts. Koenma was hard and dripping fluids. His breath came in rough jagged gasps. He was ready to move on Yusuke decided. He spit in in his hand.

“My jacket,” Koenma gasped out, “Left-hand pocket.”

Obediently, Yusuke went to the jacket, dripped his hand into the left pocket, and pulled out a little vial. He recognized the smell of the stuff immediately upon opening it. “Your special fun oil, Koenma? Were you planning on doing this tonight?”

Koenma drew Yusuke back to him with a kiss, “First rule of being part of the aristocracy; always be prepared.”

“Uh-huh, I’ll prepare you right away then,” Yusuke said tongue in cheek as he poured a liberal amount of the stuff into his palm.

“Oh Yusuke,” Koenma moaned arching at the sensation of Yusuke’s first finger wiggling into his entrance. “You’re so good at that!”

Yusuke smirked, “Should be, I’ve been doing it to ya since we were teenagers. Pssh, I wasn‘t always so good. Remember that time I lost my ring with my family’s seal in there?”

“How could I forget,” Koenma said bitterly, “I had to drink salt water for three days to get it back to ya. Dumb ass.”

Yusuke laughed. “Yeah, but I got better right? You like this, my finger’s pressing into your hole, deep, deep down where nobody else ever touches you.” Yusuke pressed his fingers in to the knuckles to punctuate his point, making Koenma shiver. Was it from the description or the action? Maybe it was a combination of the two. Yusuke added, “You ready, your highness? You want my cock in you now?”

When Koenma didn’t answer at first, Yusuke curled his fingers causing Koenma to shout, “Yes please! Give me your cock, Yusuke!” It was probably a little loud. If there was anyone passing in the hallway at that time, they’d know exactly what they were doing in there. Then again why did he care, apparently their affair was such common knowledge that even people in Makai knew about it.

If everyone knew, did that mean that Keiko knew too? Now that was an awkward thought, his future wife knowing about his current trysts with the prince. Of course she’d never call him out on it, being the proper lady she was. Shoot she was such a proper lady, she’d probably brainwashed herself into not knowing about it at all.

“Yusuke?” Koenma called him out of his reverie.

“Oh right, I was fucking you,” Yusuke chuckled.

“I almost forgot too,” Koenma replied, “That doesn’t reflect well on you.”

“I’ll give you something to reflect on,” Yusuke grumbled, lifting Koenma’s legs and flinging them over his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” Koenma exclaimed in ecstasy as Yusuke ran him through with his manhood.

No need to wait, Koenma was used to this sort of thing. Yusuke moved his hips, settling into that steady, familiar pace that he knew would drive both himself and Koenma to the brink of pleasurable fulfillment. Or at least he thought it would. Koenma was moaning and thrashing around, right on schedule. Usually by at this point Yusuke was using all his might to hold back his own organism, but this time… there was just something missing.

Koenma was just as hot and sexy as always, with his face flushed and glowing with perspiration, his eyes half lidded with pleasure and his lips swollen pink from the hot hungry kisses they shared. He looked good, so good. His body, where it was exposed, was pale and beautiful. The way his muscles twitched under his skin… and he was so tight around his dick. It was good, so good. He looked down, watched himself filling Koenma’s orifice. God that looked so good, Yusuke thought.

It occurred to him. “Hey, Koenma… ya ever think about us, ya know, switching places?”

“Oh you want me to ride you?” Koenma said coyly.

“Huh, actually I…”

Realization dawned on him slowly, Koenma smirked, “Ohhhh, you want to….” He wiggled his hips.

Yusuke blushed.

“Go check the right-hand pocket of my jacket,” Koenma told him.

Yusuke frowned, but did as he was told. He crossed the room and reached into Koenma’s jacket pocked-- and grasped something hard and thick. “Is this…” It was a cast resin phallus. “What in the world are you doing with THIS in your pocket?!”

“A member of the aristocracy,” Koenma winked, “Always prepared. Now come back here so we can start having some real fun.”

Koenma took the thing from him as soon as he reached him. Grasping Yusuke by the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, he dragged Yusuke back down between his legs. On Koenma’s signal, Yusuke entered him again. The interim cooled their passions just a bit, but on that same token made it even more intense when Yusuke started moving again inside Koenma.

Koenma was doing something with that phallus behind his back. Yusuke smelled a fresh wave of that unmistakable sweet and spicy scent; Koenma’s special oil. Then Yusuke had a pretty good idea what the prince was doing.

Koenma tightened his hips around Yusuke’s thighs. “Hold still for a second.” Then Yusuke felt a cool slippery thing probing at his entrance. He let out a shuttering moan as the thick thing pushed inside him, stretching his inner walls in the most delightful ways.

“S’it good?” Koenma asked breathlessly.

“Y-yeah,” Yusuke stuttered. He moved his hips causing the thing to shift inside of him. “AH!”

“Oh you do like that!” Koenma moaned, “Mmm, I can feel you throbbing inside of me! God this is so hot, you wanting a cock up your ass while your cock is in my ass.”

“Hey, keep talking like that and I’ll come before you have a chance to really enjoy it,” Yusuke warned huskily. He started thrusting his hips, “Shit you’re right though, this is friggen sweet. Haaa… Hiei’s is bigger though and uh… warmer. Oh damn Koenma!” He thrust hard and fast into the prince, driven half mad from lust and the sensations in his rear and front; that heat around his dick, that fullness in his hole.

But then suddenly that fullness was gone. He faltered and before he could turn to see what had become of the phallus, something else very similar pressed against his hole. But this one was bigger and hot. All but Yusuke’s eyes froze. He looked down at Koenma who was staring over his shoulder with the most aghast look painted on his countenance.

Then a deep huskily voice whispered into his ear, “Naughty boy, Yusuke, is this what you do when I leave you alone? Hn, you aristocratic boys are so damn needy.”

Stiffly Yusuke rotated his head, “Hiei?”

“That’s Captain to you!” Hiei said ramming himself ferociously into Yusuke, “Or have you forgotten me already?”

The force of Hiei’s blow sent Yusuke off kilter. He fell face down on Koenma’s chest. He scrambled to try and lift his weight off the prince, but that proved difficult as Hiei continued to pound into him.

“AHH AHH SO GOOD!” Yusuke moaned loudly, not caring who heard. Hiei was hitting that spot, the one that made him feel like his brain was going to explode with pleasure. And to top it off, he was still sheathed in Koenma’s heat. The prince wiggled the best he could, pinned under Yusuke, trying to achieve some level of stimulation. When he clenched his muscles tightly around Yusuke, Yusuke nearly went cross eyed.

“Your prince has some pretty little nipples,” Hiei observed. “Suck them.”

“Excuse me?” Yusuke started.

“You heard me,” Hiei slapped him on the rear, “I said, suck his nipples! Oh yeah, that’s it, work those sweet little buds. Use your teeth.”

“Ooohmmm,” Koenma groaned, his walls rippled and squeezed.

“I-I can’t!” Yusuke jerked his head up as his climax crashed over him and howled, “AHHH!!! FUCK ME!!!”

“Every fucking day of my life for now on!” Hiei shot back, pulling Yusuke violently off of Koenma. Still coming, Yusuke’s seed splashed over Koenma’s thighs and stomach. Hiei pulled him up onto his lap, grasping his seizing cock in one hand and pumping it for every last drop, while he heaved his hips up into Yusuke. Their flesh made an audibly wet slapping sound as their bodies collided again and again.

Yusuke could barely believe it. Hiei was there, in the royal palace, fucking him senseless. How could he be there? How did he even get in? The palace was guarded like-- well, like it was the royal palace. Surely this was a dream. Oh hell, who cares, Yusuke decided. Hiei’s hands were on him. Hiei was in him and it felt so good! Oh god, he was going to come again!

“Oh oh god, Hiei, I love you. I love you!!”

Hiei breathed into his ear with his sexy voice, “You bet you do.”

“HAAA!!!” Yusuke cried out. His seed spilled out over Hiei’s hand, slicking his movements and intensifying the sensations of his release.

“You like that? Yeah, you like that,” Hiei chanted over and over again like a mantra.

He thrust up into his Yusuke’s passage one last time and stilled. Yusuke felt him shiver against his back and then a warm feeling spread inside of him. “Oh Hiei,” Yusuke sighed and tipped his head back to rest on Hiei’s shoulder, feeling very sated and happy.

“Yusuke,” Hiei responded with mirthful affection, nuzzled Yusuke’s ear.

“S-so, what now?” Yusuke panted.

“Now,” Hiei pulled Yusuke‘s pants up from around his knees and fastened them in an almost loving manner, “I’m going to steal you away.”

Yusuke didn’t have time to say anything to that. Hiei lifted him up in his arms-- an amazing feat considering the discrepantly in their sizes-- and stole away to the big balcony door at the rear of the room. Outside a horse was waiting, tethered to a bush below. Yusuke yelped as Hiei hurtled over the railing to the ground, flung Yusuke over the horse.

“Hiei!” Yusuke shouted indigence.

“Hush. This is a kidnapping, you know. You wouldn’t want to attract the attention of the guards,” Hiei said.

Just then Koenma rushed out onto the balcony, “You’re going so soon?”

“Sorry prince, but you’ll just have to find a new playmate,” Hiei called up to him.

“We gotta get away before someone tries to arrest Hiei,” Yusuke told him, “Can you do me a favor though? Tell Keiko not to start wearing mourning blacks. They don’t suit her pretty face.”

“You got it,” Koenma said.

“Thanks… for everything.”

Hiei mounted up in the saddle in front of Yusuke. And then they were gone. Koenma watching them go, cursed. Oh he was happy for them and all. But at that moment he had the biggest erection he’d ever had in his life. He just had two sexy men having sex right on top of him. The spectacle had him in such a state of awe. He forgot to get himself off. Now he would have to masturbate!

“You’ll have to get a new playmate,” Hiei had told him. He flopped down on the couch, grasped his painfully stiff cock. He needed a new playmate. But where was he supposed to find one that wouldn’t be a step down from Yusuke?

Almost on cue, that was when a young man wondered haplessly into the room. The man turned and saw Koenma, nearly naked save for his shirt hanging over his shoulders, legs spread, two fingers in his ass, and dick in hand. The young man made some incoherent gurgling noise as he stared.

Koenma startled. He could have sworn that door was locked. He was sure Hiei had something to do with it. All he could think to do was bark, “Who the hell are you and what the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

“I’m Lord Koashura. I just returned to Reikei a short while ago. For the past 12 years, I’ve been living in the colonies where my father serves as governor,” he shot off automatically in one breath as if trained to do so when commanded.

It threw Koenma off. He started to laugh. When the spell passed he looked at the young man, really looked at him. He was trim, shorter than Koenma himself, he had strawberry blond hair so pale it almost looked pink. It framed a cute fairy face. His big blue eyes were ringed by thick, dark lashes and were fixed intently on the dick in Koenma’s hand.

Koenma licked his lips, noting the thick bulge standing out from the young man named Koashura’s pants. He practically saw hearts. “You just got back huh? I don’t suppose you’ve made any friends yet? You’re in luck, it just so happens that I’m in the market for a new… companion. Why don’t you come in here and close that door? We can get to know each other better, a lot better.”
* * *
Yusuke took the reigns, after it became apparent that he was better with horses than Hiei was. Hiei just rode cradled between Yusuke and the front of the saddle. His small, but strong back bumped against Yusuke chest in a manner that Yusuke found quite pleasurable.

“What are you grinning about?” Hiei asked tersely.

“I still can’t believe you really came for me.”

“Of course I came, you fool. I told you that I wanted to keep you, did I not?”

Yusuke shrugged, “I figured that was just, you know, pillow talk. After you left with Yukina and all….”

“I told you why I did that,” Hiei snapped, “I had to make sure her tenure was paid off, just as you had to make sure your prince made it home safely. I would have fetched you sooner, but Yukina wanted me to stick around a little while after the wedding--”

“You married her!”

Hiei looked at him like he‘d just accused him of being a hamster in disguise. “Of course I did--” He baulked, “To Kuwabara! I married her to Kuwabara. As a ship’s captain I have the power to perform marriages, you know. They’ve wanted to get together for a long time, but Yukina’s status wouldn’t allow it, but now that she’s free of her tenure at Koorime House….”

“Let me get this clear,” Yusuke held up a hand, “Are you NOT in love with Yukina?”

Hiei gave him a what-are-you-stupid look, “No.”

“But it doesn’t make sense!” Yusuke blurted, “You’ve done so much for her. Why would a man like you do so much for a woman he isn’t in love with? There has to be a reason.”

Hiei let out a heavy sigh, “You aren’t to going let up until I tell you, are you? Fine. My mother was a prostitute for Koorime House. I never knew her, though. Like many houses, they don’t like to keep males for fear that it would eventually lead to trouble within the house. They got rid of me when I was only a couple days old. But I was left with this.”

Hiei reached down his shirt and produced a pale blue gem, round as marble, and set on simple bevel and a plain chain. “Prostitutes in Makai carry these as a sign of their profession. The color and quality of gem itself differs from house to house. This one is was actually very valuable. If I had it cut into a more respectable shape, I could have sold it for a pretty penny. But I held onto it-- until some dog tried to take it from me. The chain broke and it fell into the ocean over one of the deepest trenches in the Makai Sea.”

“You lost it?” Yusuke tilted his head, “But it’s in your hand now.”

“Don’t get ahead of the story,” Hiei kissed him. “My mother‘s jewel lost, so I was gripped with the unyielding desire to try to find my mother. Don’t ask me what I planned on doing when I found her, I still don’t know. It just seemed important to me. That’s when I started going to the houses in whatever city the ship I served on was docked.

“It was an infuriating effort though. Going to the houses ate up my pay pretty quick. And often we’d be scheduled to ship out before I could search even a few houses. I became desperate. I left the ship in dingy and sailed alone into the Jagan Eye. Ha, nobody thought I’d come out alive. Especially since I went in such a small boat, but actually the boat was what made it possible. I was able to move with the waves, rather than just brace against them like you would in a larger ship. Ah, you should have seen their faces when I sailed out of that mist. That’s how I got my sir name you know; Jaganshi means ‘Master of the Jagan.’

“Anyway when I was inside the Jagan Eye I met with the witch doctor Shigure, who until now is the only person I have ever told this story to. After which he preformed his little ceremony and told me that from that day forward I would have the power to find what I need. I doubted it at first.

“But shortly after that I was contacted by Captain Mukuro, the old sea hag. She said she was retiring and looking for someone to carry on her legacy. She heard of my little stunt in the Jagan Eye and was impressed. So we made a deal. I got her old ship and crew-- including Seiryu-- and I’d pay her ten percent of my profits after paying the crew and ship maintenance. The deal provided me with two things I needed; the freedom to go wherever I wanted with the ship and the funds to do as I pleased.

“But if that wasn’t enough, the old woman gave me this.” He held up his gem, “I told you I lost it, right? She said she found it inside of her dinner one night when she was having deep sea cod. She went on to tell me, quite casually, that it was exactly like the ones carried by the girls at Koorime House Brothel.

“Needless to say where my first heading was, as Captain of the Black Dragon. I went to Koorime house. I met Rui. She knew me. She said my mother’s name was Hina. She committed suicide shortly after I was forcefully taken from her.

“And then you met Yukina and fell for her?” Yusuke filled in.

“No! How many times do I have to tell you?!” Hiei snapped.

“What then?” Yusuke demanded, “If you don’t love her, what’s your connection with Yukina?”

“I’m getting to that, you jealous idiot!” Hiei breathed, “I shouldn’t snap at you. I’m just a little… embarrassed by the whole thing. The whole life long quest to find mommy thing, hardly reflects well on my image as a ruthless pirate.

“After I found out my mother was dead, Rui told me I had a twin sister-- in case you’re not capable of conjecture, its Yukina. Yukina is my sister.”

“Sister! B-but she offered to, ya know, with you!”

“She doesn’t know. Nor do I wish her find out,” Hiei continued, “She wasn’t at Koorime house when I went. She had been… rented out to some old creep of a merchant who made his fortune in the weapons trade. But he never brought her back. He thought he could just steal her…. Long story short, I got her back. After that I started paying an outrageous price to keep her on a retainer so she’d never have to service a creep like that again. Well, you know the rest.”

Yusuke was silent for a long moment. Then, “Ya know, Kurama’s kinda of a mama’s boy, if that helps.”

Hiei laughed, “You have anything else you want to ask me while I’m still in the mood to share?”

“Just one. The thing you said about having the power to marry people. Can you marry any two people you want?”

Hiei gaped, it melted into slow smile, “Yusuke Urameshi, are you proposing to me?”

Yusuke sniffed, “I might be.”

“Then I might just be accepting that proposal,” Hiei said smugly.

Yusuke was shocked, “Really?”

“Do I look like I’d kid about this sort of thing?”
* * *
The ride back to the dock seemed a lot longer than it was. The two were so anxious to return to the Black Dragon. The stumbled up the gangplank, barely able to keep their hands off each other. Rinku, whom had been appointed as the new first mate, approached them awkwardly and reported to Hiei that all provisions had been made and they could ship out immediately. Hiei told him to make it so. And then he dragged Yusuke by the hand down to his cabin. On the way they stumbled onto Shishi and Suzuki, making out in the hallway.

“Well well, look at this” Hiei proclaimed.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Suzuki protested.

Hiei scoffed, “Whatever. Everyone figured you’d two go at it eventually. You already argue like an old married couple-- which reminds me. You two. My cabin. Now.”

“Uh Hiei?” Yusuke started to question.

Hiei turned and placed his hand on Yusuke’s cheek, “If we want to make this official we need witnesses.” They burst into Hiei’s cabin. Hiei pushed Yusuke aggressively down on the bed, climbed up over him, and pinned his arms. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness union between Yusuke Urameshi and… me, Hiei Jaganshi, in matrimony.”

“Matrimony! You two are getting married?!” Shishi squawked.

“And you two are our witnesses,” Hiei fired back to him, “Which means you watch, so zip it and don’t interrupt.”

“Hey, if we play our cards right, maybe he’ll do us next,” Suzuki whispered to his lover.

“Yusuke,” Hiei continued on while he fumbled with Yusuke‘s shirt buttons, “Do you promise to love me through sickness and health, through richer or poorer--”

“And through treasure hunts and freaky monsters?” Yusuke smirked.

Hiei returned the grin, “For better and worse, until death do we part?”

“You bet,” Yusuke reached up to fondle Hiei’s soft black hair.

Hiei caught the hand and brought to his lips where he nibbled on the finger tips. “And I swear to honor and cherish you, to have and hold you for the rest of my days.”

“Hiei…” Yusuke muttered.

Hiei abruptly shot a glance over to their two witnesses, Shishi and Suzuki. “Any objections?” The two quickly shook their heads. No objections there. Hiei, a victorious smirk crossed his lips, “In that case, you two are dismissed and I….” He gazed down heatedly at Yusuke, “I may kiss the bride.”

Yusuke wrapped his arms around Hiei’s neck as the smaller man descended on his lips. Delicately, Hiei kissed his lips, chin, cheeks, down his jaw and neck. Yusuke chuckled, “Sure can be a sweetie when ya want to, can’t ya?”

Hiei snorted, “This is our wedding night. Would you rather me be a bastard?”

“No no,” Yusuke smoothed a hand over his shirt. A thought occurred to him. “Hey, you know we’ve done it quiet a few times, but I’ve never actually seen you completely naked.”

Hiei nodded, “quickly remedied.”

Hiei stood up off the bed, his eyes locked heatedly on Yusuke. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, flicking his perk tongue briefly over the tips. He moved his fingers down, slowly his neck, making a show of it. He loosened the white cravat at his neck, brushed his fingers down to pick off his buttons with a level of dexterity that, frankly, had Yusuke slightly impressed. Had he been the one putting on a strip tease, he would have been fumbling to the point of worthlessness.

Hiei unfastened the last button and let the fabric of his shirt slide off his pleasingly masculine shoulders. “How are we doing?” Hiei asked, brushing his finger tips lightly over his neck and down his chiseled chest.

“Good,” Yusuke’s breath hitched when Hiei’s hands ghosted over his tight stomach to his waistband. With a slight sway to his hips, he flicked his trouser buttons open. “Oh damn,” Yusuke breathed.

Hiei stepped out of his pants completely naked now. He turned in a slow circle so Yusuke could see his nude body at all angles. What a great ass, Yusuke decided. His legs were nice too and his hips had the slightest swell to them.

“Your turn,” Hiei drawled.

“Huh?” It took a second for Yusuke to snap out of his daze. He looked down at himself and realized he was still completely dress. “Oh right,” He murmured and started to unbutton his shirt, only got a few undone before impatience got the better of him and he pulled it over his head. He heard Hiei chuckle close by as he scrambled out of his pants.

“Eager huh?” The bed dipped under Hiei’s weight. He crawled over the covers until he arrived in his place between Yusuke’s legs.

Yusuke shrugged, “Wedding night. Oh my god, Hiei we’re married!” Excitement gripped him.

“Yes, for now on you are Mrs. Yusuke Jaganshi.”

“Hey, why am I the Mrs.? And why do I have to take your name? I’m a lord, ya know. You could be Lady Hiei Urameshi.”

“Lady?!” Hiei squawked, “I’ll show you Lady.”

Yusuke burst out laughing, until his face tinted red. Hiei kissed him, “I love you, you ass.”

Yusuke stopped laughing abruptly, “What did you say?”

“I called you an ass.”

“No before that. Ass”

Hiei smirked, “I love you. What, did you think I was never going to say it?”

“Well, I uh…” Yusuke stammered, “I love you too?”

“That’s right, you love me,” Hiei gave him a sexy growl.

Hiei kissed him. They fumbled their bodies together, made love. There was little urgency in their coupling, having released most of their pressing passions earlier that evening in the study at the Reikei Palace. The held each other through the evening, even after they’d sated themselves to the point that they were no longer capable of carrying on. The news of their matrimony must have spread throughout the ship, because they remained undisturbed throughout the night. Save for the one knock at the door, followed by the call for diner and a light clanking of dishes being set on the floor outside.

“You ever gonna stop grinning like an idiot?” Hiei asked him.

Yusuke responded, “Yeah, five minutes after you stop. It looks like everyone got what they wanted, I got Koenma safely home. You guys got your treasure. Yukina got her freedom and married Kuwabara. I married you. And Kurama… gee, did he get anything he wanted?”

A knowing grin spread across Hiei’s face, “Wanted? Not sure, but I tell you this, he certainly got what he needed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hiei just grinned at him. Yusuke wrestled with him, “Come on tell me! What did he get?”

Hiei laughed, “More than he bargained for.”
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Somewhere in a dimly lit room that smelled of burnt pine ash and lilacs, Kurama was kneeling on imported silk sheets, the only scraps of material on his body was a soft strip of velvet that bound his hands behind his back and another one fastened over his eyes.

He started when a pair of hot, soft lips caressed his shoulder. With the blindfold on, he couldn’t identify who it was, which made it all the more exciting. Long silky hair spilled over his shoulder as the lips traveled over the muscle connecting neck to shoulder, up to move along the tender vein in his throat. Teeth bit ever so gently at his skin. Kurama moaned out loud to let the owner of those lips know that he appreciated his work.

That’s when the hands came into play, strong hands, just a little rough on the palms. They touched him around the waist, moved up to his chest, sensually tracing every ridge and valley along the way. Kurama expected where their ultimate destination was, but they took so long in getting there, it still registered as a shock when those slightly calloused fingers closed on his nipples. Kurama’s entire body arched with the sensation as he threw his head back and cried out, “Oh please!”

Please what? Stop? Keep going? Or was he begging for something more? Kurama wasn’t sure himself what he wanted, but he was sure he wanted it enough to beg for it.

One hand continued to pinch and roll a nipple while the other hand dove down between his legs to fondle his heavy balls, but bypassing his sensitively swollen shaft. Kurama groaned from the agonizingly wonderful combination of passion and frustration.

A hand touched his chin-- yet the one between his legs and the one teasing his nipple stayed in place. This was a third hand. It turned his head so that the lips that had been caressing his neck could access his mouth. He opened his mouth willingly to them, so soft, so hungry. They nipped at each other’s lips. Their tongues tangled between them as spit dripped down their chins. Another mouth breathed hotly near his ear, before licking at his lobe. Kurama continued to tongue spar with the first mouth as the second one moved down his neck, over his collar. Then it latched onto his unoccupied nipple. The jolt he experience from that cost him his match with the first mouth. Oh, but losing never felt so good.

Hands come in pairs, usually, Kurama noted vaguely, thus there must be a forth hand floating about somewhere. No sooner did the thought occur to him than said hand made it’s presence known, brushing over his hip. It was wet and moving around to his back. No question where it was going. Kurama moaned, spreading his legs to ease its progress. He gasped when it when the digit pressed it’s way eagerly into his hole. Even though he knew it was coming he gasped-- maybe because he knew it was coming. The anticipation made him even more vulnerable to the sensation when it came.

Deeper the finger probed, until it brushed up against that special little bundle of nerves inside and made him see stars. Soon other fingers joined in the probing, stretching and slicking his hole for what was surly to come next. The anticipation for that was already so high; Kurama nearly feared its coming.

Abruptly the fingers were removed. A gentle pressure on his back urged him to shuffle forward on his knees until he felt a hot body brush between his thighs. A pair of hands on his hips pulled him lower so he could feel the searing hot tip of a phallus brushing against his bottom. He required little in the way of instruction then. He lowered his hips. Whoever had prepared him had done a good job. There was little resistance as the thick member pierced his entrance.

Kurama moaned. It had been so long since he’d ridden such a full hot length, too long. Two sets of hands clutched his body, his waist, hips and thighs, moved him up and down the length, stroking him so good. That familiar heat was pooling in Kurama’s stomach, the signal that his orgasm was blissfully near. But then that naughty hand playing with his balls moved to grasp the base of his cock, pinching off his climax.

“Nooo,” he whined as the penis inside him swelled impossibly bigger. He heard a heady grunt and then searing hot fluid spilled inside him. “Not… not fair….”


But it was far from over. Without missing a beat, he was pulled off the withering phallus and pushed down so that his face was buried in the sheets and his bottom was stuck up high in the air. His bottom was immediately filled with another cock. This one wasn’t as thick as the first, but it was long and had a nice curve to it that hit his sweet spot every time it was rammed into his clenching canal. This man was a sex god!

Kurama cried out, “Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!” Hands were all over him. He lost track of them, even though he knew there could only be four and one of those four was staying fastened firmly to the base of his cock. Just as Kurama was on the brink of madness, the hand eased its grip, moved furiously up and down his length. Kurama thought his entire body was going to break apart as his climax rushed forth. And then, just when he thought it was over he felt hot liquid spilling inside him for the second time that evening, which triggered a dry after shock of an orgasm for him.

Arms held him around the waist. His back pressed against a strong, damp chest. Kurama couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Someone untied his arms, though he couldn’t find the will to move them. Someone else took off his blindfold. It was still long moments before the pleasure wrought stars cleared from his eyes to permit him to see.

He saw Youko sprawled on his back on the bed, his silvery hair spilled around his head like a puddle of mercury, a satisfied smirk on his face. That figured, the fat dick he rode was Youko’s-- then that meant that one who fucked him to completion was…. Kurama turned, “Kuronue?”

“I suppose now you see what Youko sees in me?” Kuronue purred, squeezing Kurama closer to his chest. His member, already stirring with renewed interest, brushed all too familiarly against his bottom.

Kurama shivered and muttered, “Maybe… a little.”

“A little?” Youko sat up, “Kuro, I think our little Shuichi here needs more convincing. Maybe this time we should both take him at once.”

“Mmm, I’m up for it,” Kuronue murmured behind him.

Kurama was painfully aware how ‘up for it’ Kuronue was. To his chagrin, he was getting up for it as well. It didn’t escape Youko’s notice either. He reached out and touched Kurama’s fledgling erection, causing the man to shutter.

“Admit it Shuichi,” Youko purred.

“You like it,” Kuronue finished.

Kurama nearly sobbed, “I do.”

This new arrangement wasn’t exactly what Kurama had wanted when he returned to Youko in Makai, but now he was steadily realized that it was what he needed. He wondered if it was Hiei’s gift. Had it rubbed off on him? Certainly, it had worked for Hiei. In the beginning Hiei had wanted a prince whom he would trade for treasure in gold. What he got was Yusuke. And Kuwabara, in spite of everything he wound up with his Yukina in the end. Maybe there wasn’t so much magic in that so-called blessing, as it was just a way of the world. You don’t always get what you want.

Kurama looked at the two men, moving closer to him and whispered three words. Words that he eerily felt his comrades were also whispering to the ones they loved, “I need you.”
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A/N: So I ended it with a wedding after all. I hope everyone liked. Leave some reviews, if you like-- I know I will. See ya next time.