Vixen!

Woot new chappie. Warnings. . . breasts, trust me, you’ll understand soon enough. This chapter is dedicated to my bestest friend Gabe, who has stood by my side and read all my fic even though he doesnt like anime and knows nothing about yu yu hakusho
I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho


Kurama stirred in her light sleep. One of the kits was crying, on further inspection of the sound she realized that it was her eldest daughter crying to be fed. The sound got louder suddenly then became muffled and Hiei’s almost silent footsteps were heard coming down the hall. The steps came closer and closer until they paused at the end of the hall.
“That’s quite the amusing position.” Hiei’s low tones sounded slightly amused.
Kurama opened her eyes to see exactly what her mate was talking about. She was still on the couch, she must have fallen asleep after the storm had ended and her runt could finally fall asleep. Said kit was still sound asleep cuddled against her shoulder, his steady breathing puffing against the skin of her neck. Kurama had somehow stretched legs out on the soft cushions of the couch, one steadying hand on the kit’s back and the other hand on Shura’s head, which was situated on her thigh, her adoptive son was stretched out between his mother’s legs and the back of the couch. The vixen didn’t realize what exactly was so funny until she realized that her robe was still open from when she was nursing her runt baring her milk swollen breasts, add that on to having Shura’s face situated in her lap, yea it was amusing.
“Would you take him?” Kurama asked, lifting her tiny son for Hiei to take. The small demon complied, cradling the sleeping kit in his strong arms. As Kurama stretched her cramped muscles in a catlike manner, the movement caused Shura to shift against her thigh. Kurama pulled her robe closed and gathered her son into her arms. The young goat was instantly awake, his muscles tensing.
“I can walk,” he whispered, but didn’t struggle as his mother thought he would. Perhaps he was just tired, but Kurama couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about her oldest child. In the beginning of their mutual adoption of each other, Kurama noticed her son’s hesitance and was nervous when given any physical contact. The vixen had been afraid to seem clingy to the goatling while her hormones were on cuddle overdrive and decided to keep her distance until Shura was properly settled in. Her fears died the very next morning when Shura took to following her around like a kit, feeding off of his new mother’s contentment and visibly relaxing because of it. Now, Shura was as helpful as ever and extremely pleasant to be around, but he just wasn’t acting like himself.
Before Kurama knew it she was in her room surrounded by the smell of warm milk which was now mixed with her own, slightly stronger, musky scent. Although it was comforting to have her room smell somewhat like what a true den would, it also told the vixen that she was in sore need of a bath. That, however, would have to wait till tomorrow as there was a hungry kit still wailing angrily about her empty stomach. Placing a goodnight kiss on Shura’s forehead, Kurama placed her son on his feet so he would make up his makeshift bed. Soon enough he could have his room back, if the runt continues to nurse properly Narumi would have no reason to stay.
“Are you hungry, little one?” Kurama asked softly, scooping up her daughter and pressing kisses all over her tiny face. Less then amused, the kit continued to fuss letting her mother know that she did not like having her meal delayed. The vixen settled on her bed and soothed her kit with soft chirrs and cuddles.
“You were certainly out there a long while.” Hiei murmured once his mate had calmed their daughter. His tones were low so that he wouldn’t wake any of the kits sharing their bed. The first night after the kits were born, Kurama was surprised that her mate didn’t seem to mind having the kits sleep in their bed with them. In truth, Kurama would have fought tooth and nail against him as her instincts wouldn’t let her leave her kits to sleep alone for at least a few months. Kurama was thankful that Hiei accepted these sleeping arrangements in stride for she would hate to have to choose between sharing a bed with her mate verses slumbering with her precious children.
“It took a ‘long while’ to get the kit back to sleep, by then Shura was asleep as well and no sound could be heard from you three so I decided to stay put.”
Hiei’s eyes darted to the lump on the floor that was Shura then back at his mate who was stretching out on her side and adjusting her daughter so that they could lay side by side while she nursed, so that the vixen could rest while she fed.
“And this one?” Hiei asked, meaning the male kit currently sleeping on his chest, his tiny fists resting on Hiei’s pecks at either side of his tiny head. “Was he fed at all or shall he be up soon?”
Once her head hit the pillow, Kurama was almost out. She managed to crack open a single golden eye in her mate’s direction, a second later she smiled.
“He nursed for just over two hours. I’m surprised he didn’t throw it all back up. That was quite a while for any babe to nurse.”
Hiei blinked at the vixen in confusion.
“After all you went through I would have expected you to be a bit more excited then that.” He huffed.
“My love,” Kurama yawned. “Had I the energy I would have woken the entire temple for champagne.” She yawned again, stressing her point.
“It’s about fucking time.” Hiei grunted, Kurama, however, hadn’t heard him, she was sound asleep.

Kurama didn’t get more then a couple hours to sleep. Just as dawn started lightly coloring the now clear skies, the younger of the two females awoke ready to be nursed. Having heard her stirring and knowing what was to come; Kurama adjusted her body into a sitting position and gathered the baby with out waking anyone else in the room, including Hiei, which was rather astonishing. Once fed, her second born kit went right back to sleep, giving her mother a chance to have a quiet moment left to her own thoughts. Although she still felt quite tired, Kurama had just about all she could take of her ‘den’ at the moment. That, and she felt completely icky. A bath sounded really good right about now. Giving her slumbering one last kiss on the forehead, Kurama laid her precious baby down, intending to put her body pillow along the edge of the mattress, just incase. When placed on the bed, however, the baby’s face scrunched up, an angry whine sounding through the room.
“Your going to make this difficult, aren’t you, my precious darling?” The vixen asked softly. Scooping her fussing daughter back up, Kurama thought quickly of how she could fix her problem. Her question was answered when Shura shifted; waking from his sleep just enough to roll over on the hard ground he had been sleeping on to find a better, more comfortable position. Sleep clouded eyes blinked bewilderedly at his adoptive mother, who had swiftly and silently made her way across the room to kneel at her son’s side.
“Shura-chan,” she whispered, gently brushing stray wisps of hair from the goatling’s smooth forehead, causing those large violet eyes to focus sleepily on the vixen’s face. “Would you hold your sister so I can take a bath?”
Nodding, Shura started pushing himself into a sitting position, until Kurama stopped him with gentle pressure on his shoulders.
“You don’t have to get up,” She explained, laying the babe on Shura’s slender chest. “She’ll stay asleep as long as someone is holding her. You can go back to sleep for a while longer, too. You were up really late last night. . . I’m going to move you to the bed.” She added after a moment of thought. “You’ll be more comfortable there.”
Shrua, now half way back to being asleep, nodded slightly, the movement no more then a slight tip of the chin. Kurama was sure that he didn’t even comprehend what she had said. As gently as she could, the vixen cupped her son’s shoulders and the back of his knees to gently lift and carry him over to the bed. The slight shift in pressure on the bed slightly roused Hiei from his sleep, turning his head slightly, expecting to see his mate trying to discreetly leave their bed; his groggy eyes opened just enough to glare questioningly at the vixen placing the goatling down next to him.
“The bed is more then big enough for the both of you.” Kurama whispered, thankful that Shura was back asleep, had he been awake to see Hiei’s glare, even with Kurama’s reassurance, he still would have been extremely uncomfortable. “I’m going to take a bath now, the kits will be fine for a few hours; go back to sleep.”
Hiei’s glare deepened for a long moment, trying to stare down his mate. Sighing, Hiei gave into his mate’s wishes, closing his eyes, the Jaganshi went back to sleep. Kurama smiled as she left the room silently, her smile remained while she made her way to the bathroom. It was the perfect time of day to take a bath; no one was awake yet and everything was silent.
Kurama took her time in the bathroom, scrubbing her whole body from head to toe twice before she even stepped into the tube. Steam filled the whole room as the vixen had filled the tube with almost purely hot water. With a deep contented sigh, Kurama sank slowly into the blissfully hot water. As she soaked, the vixen realized that for the first time in nine months she was alone, it felt odd and yet satisfying at the same time. An hour later the water started getting cold. Listening for any signs of someone in need of the bathroom, Kurama debated refilling the tube. Hearing complete silence within the temple walls and realizing that it was too early for either Genkai or Yukina (the earliest of risers) Kurama decided that there was no harm letting herself soak, all the kits would be sleeping off their full tummies for at least another hour so she was in the clear.
As it turned out, Kurama was out of the tub just in time to catch her son starting to fuss about his need for a diaper change. How she had managed to quickly shimmy into some loose fitting clothing and successfully pick up her kit from Hiei’s chest with out waking the small Jaganshi was anyone guess, but somehow Kurama managed not to.
He’s probable catching up on sleep as much as I am from the birth. Kurama thought, remembering that Hiei was startled out of his recuperative sleep by Shura and had been just as exhausted these past few days as she was worrying about the tiny runt. The kit who was currently cooing up at Kurama waiting for his mother to stop staring back at the bed and get on with his diaper change. Since there wasn’t enough space in the room for a changing table until Shura was able to move out of the corner and into his own room, Kurama compromised by laying out a blanket on the floor and proceeded to change a messy diaper.
“I think I’m getting rather good at diaper changes. Don’t you think?” She asked her tiny son. His answer came in a big yawn. “Not quite yet, huh?” Kurama chuckled softly tickling the kit’s chubby cheeks with the tips of her claws.
“You’re too tiny to be dressed in all of nice outfits we got you.” Kurama informed her son. Narumi had warned her to get ‘preemie’ clothing for her babies since there was a limited amount of space within the vixen’s womb and the kits wouldn’t be as large as a single baby would; so Kurama was prepared with smaller clothing for her kit’s until they grew into the rest. She picked out a baby blue one piece that pulled over the kit’s head and buttoned up along the sides, which was extremely convenient for diaper changes.
Now that Kurama had changed and dressed her tiny son, it was time to feed him, only there was no where in the room to do so; the bed was taken and again there was currently a limited amount of space because of Shura sharing the room so no one was able to bring in the rocking chair they had acquired. Just the thought of nursing a baby on the floor only made her back ache. With that in mind, Kurama decided that maybe her recliner in the living room would be a better pick.
As Kurama made herself comfortable in the recliner and guided her kit to her breast, she mused on how strange it was that Genkai was not yet up. Usually by this time in the morning the old woman was already up, fed and out the door doing, well whatever it was she did in the early morning hours. Kurama always figured that she would meditate or jog or something. Perhaps Yusuke would know, being her former pupil, but he would never tell; that would cause him to relive the training days where he would wake up early with the old woman. And anyone who knew Yusuke knew his love for sleeping in. Kurama shrugged of the thought opting to enjoy the quietness she was gifted with and not question it.
Kurama was gently rocking her tiny son, who, twenty minutes later, was finished nursing and had fallen back to sleep, when Genkai finally made her appearance. The old woman had walked in the front door, startling the vixen that hadn’t heard her approaching.
“Good morning, Baa-san.” Kurama greeted.
The old woman nodded in reply.
“Had I known you were going to make a stew of yourself in the tub this morning I would have bathed last night,” she said, her tone light and almost a bit playful.
“Gomen-”
Genkai waved off the vixen apology. “You needed it far more then I did.”
“The bathroom’s open now.” Kurama offered, seeing that the old woman’s shoulder length was damp with what the vixen guessed was sweat from a workout.
“If I’m going a cold bath I’m going to do it right.” Genkai explained with a laugh. “I took a hike to the waterfall.”
“That would explain the wet hair.”
“Did you two eat yet?” The old woman asked, taking a step closer to peer into Kurama’s arms to see which kit she was holding.
“He did, but I didn’t”
“Me neither, let’s go get some breakfast.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“Might I join you?” A voice asked from a short distance down the hall way. The two women turned to see Narumi walking towards them.
“Of course.” Kurama replied. “We’d be glad for the company.”
Once in the kitchen, Kurama revealed that she was in the mood for an omelet and offered to make one for all of them with whatever they wanted in the middle. Both Genkai and Narumi protested to the offer, saying that they could cook just fine and that she should be relax with her son.
“I have been lying around for the past three days.” Kurama interrupted, while she retrieved the skillet its place in the shelf. “I think that cooking three omelets won’t take too much out of me.”
Seeing that there was no way to convince the vixen otherwise, Narumi offered to take the kit from her to give him a look over while she cooked.
“His color is looking wonderful.” The doctor commented. “If I didn’t know better I would have said he looked as if he’s been nursing for the past three days and not living off of that cocktail of mine.”
“He started nursing last night, after he was spooked by the storm. He nursed this morning too.”
“That’s wonderful,” Narumi replied with a smile.
“He nursed for a full two hours.” Kurama continued. “Yet kept it all down, how is that possible, sensei?”
“Breast milk is very easily digestible.” He explained, “That and there is only a limited amount of milk the kit actually gets with each draw on the nipple, right now as your breasts are still producing colostrums and the kit’s tummies are still only the size of an almond.. Also, some babies are what we call ‘marathon feeders’ who will nurse for hours on end then knock out only nursing twice a day as compared to up to six times which is most common.”
Kurama handed out the omelets as she completed them, then sat down to eat her own with Narumi still holding the kit, he seemed to have perfected the one handed eating technique. Just as the three were finishing up with their breakfast, all four girls showed up dragging Yusuke and Kuwabara behind them, both yawning loudly.
“It’s too early to be up ” Yusuke whined.
“Oh stop whining you big babies.” Keiko huffed halfheartedly, swatting at her fiancée’s arm. “It’s not that early.”
“Hiei and Shura aren’t up yet,” Yusuke argued. “How come they can sleep in?”
“I’m not,” came Hiei’s sour voice from the doorway. “I was merely delayed.” He explained showing him a freshly diapered kit in, Kurama noted, changed clothing.
“Damn.”
“Tender ears.” Keiko reprimanded sternly from across the room.
“Darn.”
“That’s better. Don’t worry you big baby, when Kurama puts the kits down for their nap we’ll let you have on too.”
Yusuke and Kuwabara sat down at the table and were soon joined by everyone but Yukina as the petite Koorime bustled about the kitchen doing what she loved best, cooking. Just as she placed a large plate of scrambled egg, and another of bacon on the table, Shura walked in with his sister and Kurama started to excuse herself so she could relieve Hiei of the fussing kit who most likely wanted fed.
“You know, Kurama,” Yusuke commented as the vixen made her way out of the kitchen. “You have three kits to nurse, if you take off every time one needs fed we’re never going to see you for more then five minutes ever again.”
“I didn’t want to offend anyone by exposing myself at the breakfast table.” She replied.
“Kura-chan, most everyone here has seen you in some sort of embarrassing position, not to mention being with you while your kits were born. Your only going to offend us by thinking that any of us would be offended by the sight of your knockers.”
“That was eloquently put.” Kurama stated a tad dryly.
“So, you’ll stay?”
Taking a quick look around the table, Kurama was greeted with either smiling or indifferent faces. She nodded. “I’ll stay.”
“Good.” Yusuke also nodded before digging into his plate of eggs and bacon. Kurama settled back down into her chair and lifted her shirt, which wasn’t able to be opened in the front, up over her shoulder then offered her daughter her breast. The kit offered no complaints as to being fed in the kitchen surrounded by the sounds and sounds of the people around the table and suckled greedily at her mother’s nipple. As the kit ate, Kurama watched with amusement as a game of ‘pass the baby’ so that no one had to eat single handedly for long, although no one voiced a complaint. Another thing Kurama noticed was how Yusuke avoided being passed any of the two circulating babies, who didn’t seem to mind being passed about; they simply kept on sleeping.
“So Kura-chan,” Shizuru spoke up from across the table where she was sitting between Shura and Genkai. “Yusuke told us that the kits didn’t have names yet.”
“Actually, last night we did decide on two names.” Everyone leaned forward, eagerly awaiting the announcement. “The male was the first to receive a name. I particularly like the one Shura chose: Jiyu. Loosely translated it means ‘freedom’. ”
“Jiyu . . .” Botan repeated, rolling the name off her tongue while looking at the snoozing kit in her arms. “It’s perfect.”
Two seats down from the ferry maiden Shura’s cheeks colored lightly.
“Next was the eldest,” Kurama motioned to the kit still nursing at her breast. “I chose to name her: Arianbi.”
“Holy mouth full.” Yusuke explained, getting a kick under the table from Keiko.
“How pretty ” Yukina gushed. “What does it mean?”
“‘Child of Silver’, although the ‘bi’ ending suggests a feminine owner so it could also be translated to ‘Daughter of Silver’. And if Arianbi is too much for you, Yusuke, Ari-chan will work just fine.”
“That’s amusing,” Narumi commented. “Considering she has a head full of black hair.”
“By the time it grows out the tips will be silver. Ari-chan’s fur is not truly black, when she matures she be the more common form of a silver fox.”
“That’ll be gorgeous.” Botan explained. “I wish my hair could do that.”
“Now I have to find one more name for the middle kit.” Kurama replied as she disengaged Arianbi’s lips from her breast, the tiny kit was almost back to sleep. The vixen was about to put the kit on her shoulder to burp her, then thought better of it. She turned a bit and without warning, deposited her daughter in Yusuke’s unsuspecting lap. The young demon stared at the kit in his lap until Kurama broke his trance. “I noticed that you avoided my kits like the plague and Shura told me a rather amusing story about how you seemed almost . . . scared to hold Ari-chan’s sister the night they were born.” Yusuke turned his panicking eyes to the vixen sitting next to him. “I suggest you go ahead and burp her unless you want to be thrown up on.”
Yusuke hesitantly lifted Arianbi holding her as if she were a statue made of the most delicate glass and placed her to his shoulder over the receiving blanket Kurama draped over it and gave her back the lightest of taps.
Kurama chuckled. “Your going to be there all day if you don’t put just a tad more force behind those love taps, Yusuke.”
“I don’t wanna hurt her ” Yusuke replied, continuing to softly pat the baby’s back. “How can I tell if I’m doing it right?”
“Look at it this way, if her head doesn’t bobble your in the clear.”
Yusuke laughed, relaxing slightly. He did as he was told putting the tiniest bit of force behind his pats on Ari’s back only, the baby started falling asleep instead of burping.
“She’s falling asleep.” Yusuke observed, his pats slowing a bit as he looked to Kurama to tell him what he had done wrong.
“She doesn’t need to be awake to burp, Yusuke.” Kurama answered, trying not to laugh along with everyone else at her flustered friend. Not even a moment later Arianbi emphasized her mother’s point by letting out quite a loud burp into Yusuke’s ear.
“Hey ” The young demon explained happily. “She did it I did it ”
The room of people applauded quietly as not to wake any of the kits.
“Now all I have to do is teach you how to change a diaper and I’ve gotten myself another babysitter.” Kurama joked.
“With three kits you can’t have too many of those.” Narumi laughed.
Yusuke, seeming to have gained a bit of confidence with his first successful burping experience, relaxed a bit as he cradled Arianbi against his chest.
“So, have you any ideas for any names for the last kit, at all?” Keiko asked.
“Some, but none seemed to be right for her.”
For the next half hour or so, everyone including Genkai and Narumi offered up their suggestions on what name might work for the final baby. They went through every name from Koi to Sakura yet Kurama either declined after considering the name for a few moments, looking down at the daughter in question, who was now back in her arms, or simply making a bit of a face and shaking her head right off the bat. Finally Yusuke had had enough.
“Your just going to have to go with Fifi like we planned from the beginning.” He said, bringing up an inside joke he and Kurama had shared one of the nights they had spent up in the vine hammock during one of the rough periods of the vixen’s pregnancy.
Kurama played along, acting as if she were considering the name.
“Your not seriously considering that abomination of a name for our daughter, are you?” Hiei asked, aghast. The very mention of that name in the same sentence of one of the kits he claimed for his own made his skin crawl.
“You have yet to make a better suggestion; come to think of it you haven’t made a single suggestion for any of the kits.” Kurama retorted looking her mate in the eye and letting him know with out words that it was ‘Fifi’ only a joke. “If you disapprove so badly, you name her.”
“Your asking my opinion?” Hiei asked dodging the suggestion, which was more like an order.
“I’m asking you to name your daughter.” Kurama answered slowly, placing the baby in Hiei’s slender arms. The short demon stared down at the kit, which had woken up once put in her father’s arms. Kurama had a suspicion that her mate did indeed have a name picked out for their daughter, he just was insecure as to wither or not his input was wanted, even though Kurama had asked him time and time again for his opinion. Meeting Kurama’s sharp golden gaze Hiei mumbled something under his breath.
“Pardon?”
“Kidori.” He repeated louder, his eyes flicking away to stare at some random spot on the wall.
“Kidori,” Kurama repeated, looking down at the slumbering face of her middle daughter, her pursed lips seeming to have a slight smile as if she were basking in the comfort of her father’s sheltering arms. “Yes, that’s a perfect choice for the kit that is only happy when held and cuddled. Kidori it is.”
The tiniest bit of a blush colored Hiei’s olive toned cheeks.
“What does Kidori mean?” Kuwabara asked.
“One of affectionate nature” Hiei answered in a low embarrassed whisper.
“Awwwww ” The girls, excluding Genkai, gushed. Hiei’s blush grew deeper. He mumbled something about drowning himself during his next bath and retreated from the kitchen. Kurama took her leave as well, saying that she should put the kits down to sleep, she took Jiyu from Botan and accepted Arianbi from Yusuke; leaving the kitchen with a kit for each arm. Shura stayed in the kitchen for a short while longer to finish his breakfast, then followed after his mother incase she needed his help. He found her in her bedroom arranging all the kits side by side on her bed in-between two large body pillows.
“Do you need anything, Kurama?” The young goat asked quietly.
“No thank you, darling, I’m fine. I’m going to be taking a bit of a nap while all the kits are still sleeping right after I take a quick trip to the restroom. Will you watch them for a few minutes?” Even though the kits were perfectly fine to be left alone for a few moments while Kurama brushed her teeth, the vixen didn’t want to leave then alone, even for a second. Shura nodded and sat at the foot of the bed.
Hiei was filling the tub full of freezing cold water when he noted his mate’s ki moving towards him, seconds later there was a soft knock on the door.
“Mind if I brush my teeth real quick?” Kurama asked, poking her head in the doorway.
“I don’t care.” Hiei grunted and received a smile in return.
Nothing else was said as Kurama brushed her teeth at the sink while Hiei used his ki to heat up the cold water. Hiei had hardly left her side for the past three days, which meant that he hadn’t bathed in three days either. Thankfully, he had opened the window before he went to breakfast so that the room would be a bit aired out for when they returned. Just as the vixen was getting ready to leave, she head Hiei gasp.
“Hiei,” Kurama called turning towards her mate, who was staring straight down at something. “Koi, what’s wrong?”
Hiei turned to her, his wide with confusion. It took only half a second for Kurama’s eyes to trail down Hiei’s chest, her own eyes widened in surprise at what she saw. Hiei’s nipples and the area around them were swollen. The vixen stepped forward until she was directly in front of the short demon, then knelt down in front of him. She reached out a hand to ghost her fingers over one swollen nipple causing Hiei to shudder, but made no attempt to stop the vixen’s actions. Two things happened simultaneously as Kurama added a bit of pressure to her touch; a trickle of milk seeped from the Jaganshi’s nipple running down her fingers and the contours of what Kurama now knew was Hiei’s previously dormant milk glands; and her mate hissed and jumped back away from her questing fingers.
“Your lactating.” She stated.
“How the fuck can I possibly be lactating.”
“It usually only happens when a male is pregnant, much like a fema-”
“Pregnant? ? ” Hiei interrupted.
“Yes, Koi. Let me expla-”
“YOU GOT ME PREGNANT? ? ? ? ” Hiei snarled, his voice confused and extremely angered.
Kurama gaped at her panicking mate.
“Yup,” She snapped a bit exasperated that her mate could possible accuse her of such as thing four days after she had given birth. “Oh let me tell you We haven’t had sex since before I first went to Gandara, but I got you pregnant. I no longer possess the genitalia needed to accomplish such a task because for the past year I’ve been FEMALE incase you haven’t noticed but, I made it my top priority to knock you up. I know that your startled by your body’s changes, Hiei. Be that as it may, this is not my fault ”
“Who’s else could it be?”
Kurama gawked, her anger growing.
“It takes a male to produce a child in any relationship. So accuse someone who hasn’t been stripped of their testicles ” By this time Kurama was all but screaming. When she paused to catch her breath she heard one of the kits, Kidori, crying at their outburst. Shura could be heard cooing and soothing his sister, yet it had little effect. Without another word the vixen stormed out of the bathroom, running right into Yusuke and Genkai.
“What’s wrong?” Yusuke asked.
“Hiei is lactating because I got him pregnant ” Kurama growled, her voice was irritated and dripping with sarcasm and even though she was staring into Yusuke’s started eyes, it was evident that she wasn’t addressing him directly.
“Say what?”
“Somehow or another I know this is your fault ” Hiei raged storming out of the bathroom shirtless, giving the two on-lookers a full view of his swollen nipples which stood erect on the swell of his previously hidden milk glands.
Yusuke couldn’t help but snort with amusement. Something about a lactating Hiei screeching ‘this is your fault’ struck the boy’s funny bone.
Yet again the vixen gaped at her mate in disbelief.
“Not only did I get you pregnant but now I have control of your bodily functions? ?”
Poor Yusuke was now laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face as he leaned against the wall for balance.
Hiei growled at all of them.
The crying Kurama had originally aimed to calm was now even louder. The vixen stepped around the slightly confused Genkai and the hysterical Yusuke and spotted a confused and slightly started Shura standing in the doorway of the bedroom with the still squalling Kidori cradled in his arms. When Kurama approached the young goat tensed nervously, sending his unease to his upset sister. With Kidori on her way to a full blown fuss and the other two already picking up on her distress, Kurama knew it would be better to get herself away from Hiei before she allowed herself to grow even more upset.
“There, there, Kitling.” Kurama cooed, taking her youngest daughter from her Aniki. She then gently shoved Shrua back inside her room. Just before the door was closed smartly in Hiei’s face the others in the hall heard. “Your daddy is just being an emotional prick.”
Seething, Hiei returned to the bathroom, ignoring the still giggling Yusuke and the still silent Genkai. He wanted more then anything to slam the bathroom door, hoping the gesture would relieve some of the confused anger. Two thing stopped him from doing so, however, first was knowing that it would wake all the kits and there was no reason to scare them more then they most likely already were, that and Yusuke had caught the door in his hand.
“Are you okay, Hiei?”
“Let go of the door.” Hiei answered, his voice such a low growl it almost wasn’t heard. Yusuke was about to do just that until the sound of Kurama’s bedroom door opened and closed gently with a soft click. Shura was making his way hesitantly towards where the two demons were standing in the bathroom doorway, he had a black bundle of clothing for Hiei under his arm. It took all of Hiei’s control not to snatch his clothing from the goat and slamming the door in both their faces. He did, however, tense when he noted Shura’s eyes trailing down his chest.
“What are you looking at?” He snarled through clenched teeth.
“This isn’t so uncommon, Hiei-san.” Shura explained softly. “Its your body’s reaction to accepting the kits as you own combining with your wish to reduce the strain on Kurama, your mate. Most times the reaction isn’t a sympatric, usually its between a mated pair of male demons. After one becomes pregnant he no longer produce sperm, but instead hormones that will instruct whomever it might enter, be it male or female, to start producing milk depending on how for into the particular gestation the other might be. That way, if the stronger of the two becomes pregnant he can give over the care of the baby to the weaker one so they can be protected more easily.”
“Wait,” Yusuke interrupted. “How is it you know so much about male pregnancies and Hiei doesn’t?”
“My sire was very adamant about my studies.” Shura explained. Hiei didn’t answer, but, it didn’t a genius to understand the half Koorime’s past to guess that simply no one told him. It wasn’t as if the small demon had much experience in the area of mating and or the repercussions of it, Kurama was the first person to show Hiei what love truly was and for the past few months Hiei had been struggling with not only accepting Kurama as his mate but accepting her newly born children as well.
“So what your saying is Hiei has a big heart?” Yusuke drawled throwing an arm around Hiei’s slender shoulders. The small Jaganshi glared daggers at him.
“I’m going to give you so much pain you are going to beg me for your death.”
“You big softy you.” Yusuke tightened the one arm hug causing Hiei’s temper to finally snap. In an instant he had shrugged Yusuke’s arm from around his shoulder and shoved him across into the wall across the hall and slammed the door both his and Shura’s face.
All thorough his bath, Hiei pondered how he could have possibly missed such a change in his body. True, he, like his mate, hadn’t changed his clothes in the past three days after the kits were born, being worried sick by their weak son, and still getting used to the kits’ eating and sleeping schedule. But, now that he realized what had happened to his body, he realized the ache he had been ignoring for some while now was due to his swollen. . .chest. When he tried soothing the ever growing ache by rubbing them, however, the slightest pressure shot pain throughout the whole swollen area. Grumbling to himself, he finally gave up and got out of the bath.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Hiei paused at the doorway to his bedroom to listen for any sounds of Kurama or the kits. The room was totally silent, everyone inside must be sleeping. Figuring that, at the moment, he was not welcome in their shared bedroom, Hiei stalked through the house, not wanting to be far from his mate incase she needed him, but wanted to stay away from everyone else. He made his way into the kitchen where Yukina had just finished cleaning the last of the dished. If she noticed her brother’s presence, she didn’t let on, so Hiei simply sat down on one of the chairs and watched her as she bustled about the kitchen. After a few minutes the kettle on the stove started whistling for the Koorime’s attention. It was only then she turned to her brother and offered him some tea. He nodded and mumbled his thanks.
“What about you, Sensei?” She asked, turning to the doctor approaching the table. He declined her offer, turning his attention to Hiei instead.
“Actually, I have a question for Hiei-san.”
The small demon glared in the doctor’s direction and grunted.
“I’ve heard about you condition, Hiei-san. And would like to ask if you are in any pain?”
“They ache.” He muttered in reply, ending it at that.
“And when touched?”
“Hurts like hell.”
The doctor nodded.
“They’re engorged.” He stated. “It’s a condition where one’s breasts become overfilled with milk.”
“How do you fix that?”
“Compress them, or allow a baby to nurse, either way you’d have to compress them either manually or with a pump, for the kits are far to young to drain even breasts of this size.”
Hiei twitched at the term breast.
Narumi shrugs, “How else could I have worded it?”
“Worded what?” Both men, not noticing that Kurama had silently entered the kitchen at the tail end of their conversation. Seeing her mate glaring twitch, Kurama had prepared to come to her doctor’s defense.
“Hiei-san’s engorged problem areas.” Narumi replied, carefully dodging the word breast.
“Their engorged?” She repeated softly. Remembering her ‘prebaby lessons’ through both Narumi and her mountains of books, Kurama knew that her mate must be extremely uncomfortable. “That does explain a lot.”
Without another word, the vixen disappeared from the kitchen; seeming to retreat back to her bedroom. Only, moments later, she returned with a washcloth in hand, she quickly ran hot water over the cloth then approached her mate.
“Take off your shirt.” She instructed. After a moment pause, Hiei did as he was told, slipping the shirt up over his head. Kurama draped the cloth over one of the swollen mounds, getting a soft sigh from Hiei as the heat took effect to sooth some of the ache. The same sigh turned to a hiss as the vixen applied pressure to the mound, rubbing it in a circular movement with a soft squeeze. Because the cloth was already wet one couldn’t tell by sight that Kurama’s actions were successfully draining Hiei’s overfilled mammary gland, from the vixen’s stand point, however, the smell of milk filled her nostrils.
Hiei had about all he could take of the pins and needles streaking through the right side of his chest. With a low groan he grabbed Kurama’s wrist and held it away from his body.
“I know it hurts, Hiei, but if we don’t do this it’ll only get worse.” Kurama stated softly, taking the cloth off his chest to wring out in the sink. Just as she was about to return to start on Hiei’s left peck, Narumi showed up in the doorway to pass the vixen a hand pump before disappearing, as the sight of the pump caused the Jaganshi’s face to turn as crimson as his eyes. Kurama returned to Hiei and started on his left side. “We’ll bind them. After a while your body will take the hint and stop producing milk.”
“Why?”
“The pressure added to the lack of-”
“No, I mean why should I bind them? Won’t it be easier if I could nurse the kits, too?”
Kurama looked up, surprise written in her golden eyes. “You’re willing to?”
“The last thing we need is you killing yourself trying to keep up with nursing three kits. My assistance should help, right”
The vixen was touched, and momentarily speechless, to think that Hiei fully accepted her kits to the point where he was offering to nurse them along with her; a gesture such as that was unheard of through out the Makai. She nodded hesitantly, afraid that this moment was simply a dream. Her hand dropped away from her mate’s chest to rest on his hips. “If you sure. . .”
“I offered didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.” Kurama murmured stretching her neck to softly kiss her mate’s soft lips, her arms wrapping around his torso bringing her hands up from behind his neck to gently hold his soft hair.
Before anything more could come of the tender kiss, the loud obnoxious voice echoed loudly through the kitchen.
“Alright break it up Breastfeeding in the kitchen is one thing, but tonsil hockey in the kitchen is just gross ”
Hiei’s large embarrassed eyes shot Kurama a pleading look.
“Oh, alright.” She gave in with a nod. “You have my permission to maim Yusuke. But try to be quiet about it. The kits are still sleeping.” The vixen was sure that Hiei was gone before she had finished her last sentence.
::Later that night::
Dinner turned out to be a quiet affair with Arianbi and Jiyu sleeping straight through all of it in their parents’ bed, while Kidori snoozed in the soft sling slung across her mother’s shoulders. Afterwards, Kidori was handed over for her aunts and uncles to watch while Kurama and Hiei said goodbye to Narumi, walking him to the steps; because the vixen wasn’t yet allowed to take a hike up or down the stairs being as she had given birth a few days before days earlier. After the goodbyes were made, the pair made their way back to the porch to take a few quiet moments to themselves. Watching the sunset together, they remained silent simply basking in each other’s company. Just after the sun had set, Shizuru poked her head out to let the two know that they had a movie that was supposedly very good that they were going to watch soon. Following their friend inside, Hiei retrieved Kidori from Genkai while Kurama and Shura went to check on the kits, who were in fact in their kit forms. Curled together on the comfy fluffiness of the bed’s comforter. Earlier that day, Kurama had found herself with two hungry kits wanting to be fed at that very moment. The vixen had shifted to her animal form, jumping on the bed and nuzzling and chirring to her kits, coaxing them to shift as well. Once they had, their instincts took over, they squealed and squirmed as Kurama settled down next to her kits and nudged them towards her offered tummy. Now, some hours later, Kurama hadn’t expected to find still in their fox forms; Arianbi a black lying comically on her stomach with her tiny legs curled in the air and the white splash at the tip of her tail resting against her round tummy, which was actually covered by Jiyu, who had crawled across his sister’s stomach. Jiyu’s silky silver infant fur was the complete opposite of his sister’s, while she was pitch black, he was gleaming silver with black markings at the tips of his ears, running two stripes from his blue/gray eyes to join and cover his muzzle and continue down his throat, stopping just short of his round baby belly. Kits usually don’t like their fox forms so much at this age, as they were blind and deaf, but that would soon change.
Deciding against having the kits shift over, Kurama shifted herself and leapt lightly on the bed. She gave Jiyu a soft lick before griping him in her muzzle by the scruff of her neck and instructed Shura to gather Ari-chan. They would be up soon, hungry again, and feeding them in their kit forms was easier.
Hiei’s eyebrows lifted when Kurama and Shura arrived in the living room with the two kits, but remained silent as his mate joined him on the couch, or more specifically, in his lap. As soon as the two kits were placed on their father’s lap, they started mewling and squirming with shaky movements nudging and searching instinctively for a teat.
In her fox form, Kurama instincts flare up more so then normally, once settled in her mate’s lap with Kidori cradled above and a little to the left in her father’s arms, her soft breathing and her siblings squeaks as they searched and fought for the same teat, even though there were more teats then kits, both had gone for the same one; Kurama soon relaxed.
Yukina and Kuwabara had joined Hiei and Kurama on the couch, yet there was still some room as, both Hiei and Yukina were small and slender formed, not to mention that Yukina was pressed against her carrot top lover with his arm wrapped around her, pressing her small form even closer. Keiko and Yusuke sat on the smaller love-seat, with Keiko, like Yukina, leaning heavily on her fiancée’s shoulder, their hands intertwined. Shizuru and Botan were on the floor at Yusuke and Keiko’s feet, Shizuru with her back pressed against the couch with one arm slung over Yusuke’s lap, the other playing tidily with a wisp of Botan’s blue hair. The ferry maiden was lying across her friend’s lap with a pillow pressed under her elbows. They had no attraction for each other but their casual acceptance of physical contact spoke bounds to the vixen who had no true pack. She had always wanted to be in close contact with the ones she cared for. With Youko’s band of thieves, it was different; they accepted each other’s presence but nothing more. Youko couldn’t have given a fig less about them, only valuing their presence by the worth of their skills. Kuronue was the only exception, he was the only thing close to a mate Youko had ever had. The fox had always wanted to somehow be touching his winged companion, but restrained doing so until they were alone, which usually only came about when they were in bed. When the bat had died, a part of Youko died along with him, his cold nature flourished against the foreign feelings he experienced and realizing that he never wanted to feel such feelings ever again. So he took lovers, but never for very long, leaving some broken hearts to help his cold-hearted image. He was a thief, he didn’t need love or companionship.
Shiori, however, had changed him, taught the reborn fox so much about the wisps of love he felt once for Kuronue and now for her. Once he accepted it he cherished his mother and lived only for her happiness. Then, Hiei showed up one night and that all changed. Hiei, with his crude, rough ways was far from the kitsune’s type that Kurama wouldn’t have even considered bedding him, even if it was only for pleasure. Only, when the fox looked deep into those crimson orbs and saw the desperate hurt that lived buried behind walls of mistrust and attitude, Kurama felt drawn to helping him, which actually help Kurama more then it did Hiei as Yusuke had saved both Kurama and his mother’s life, then went to defeat Hiei the very next day, almost killing Kurama in the process by ramming the stolen sword through his stomach. The more Yusuke wormed into Hiei’s list of acceptable presences and the four Urameshi Team members became closer and closer, the more trustful Hiei became and the more Kurama found himself falling for the short fire demon. Maybe the others had guessed that there had become a couple, as ningens would call them, right at the end of the Dark Tournament, was anyone’s guess but the bond they shared in and out of their many battles sure didn’t go unnoticed.
Now these people were Kurama’s family. Years ago you never would have thought even for a moment she would be surrounded by her makeshift family, or ‘rat pack’ as Koenma often refereed and included himself in, with three kits from her own body, and a small ornery mate, but here they were. Feeling safe and sound surrounded by her family, Kurama, despite her best efforts to stay awake and watch the movie, fell asleep.
Kurama didn’t know how long she was asleep before she awoke suddenly, the fur on the back of her neck prickling and bristling in warning as she stood, her ears flicking in every direction, listening to every little sound. Suddenly her back arched in a cat like manner, her tails flicking forward about her legs and covering her kits as a low growl rumbled from deep within her throat catching everyone’s attention. There was someone very strong approaching, their path aimed straight for the temple.


Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoyed this chappie, I know you hate the cliffie Now that school is out, I’m gonna be able to write much more, so the next chapter should take me as long to get up. PS I have no clue what type of demon Kuronue was, but in one other fic I’ve read they called him a bat so I'm sticking with that. Let me know if I’m wrong.
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