The Lake

Hiei glared at the new comer, “When did you get here?”

A casual smile, “Same time he did. Yusuke, are you alright?” The voice was more amused than concerned.

“Lube would have been nice, but I’m wonderful!” the boy answered, his voice still breathless.

Hiei’s eyes darted between the two, an inkling of understanding beginning to take root, “Why are you here?”

The smile went from casual to very amused, “Yusuke, answer him.”

The boy sighed, stretching his legs down from his chests and wriggling his hips to make himself more comfortable. “We knew you wanted me. We wanted to see what you’d do.” Hiei looked at the bound detective, confused. “I knew you followed me, Hiei. I knew you were there, watching me the entire time.” At the beginnings of spluttering rage, Yusuke added, “I wanted you, too.” Shock stopped any sound the koorime could have articulated. “I had to play along with the whole unwilling thing, but I wanted you.”

Red eyes glared at the new comer. “And how long have you been planning this?” he spat out bitterly. He’d been played the fool and was very unhappy about that.

“Why are you upset about getting what you wanted, Hiei?” the voice was slick with false concern and worry as the newcomer crossed the clearing.

Hiei tensed, “You didn’t answer my question!”

“No,” a sigh, “I suppose I didn’t. It took a while to set up today. Had to find this place, convince Genkai to let him out of training, make it look as if he had a day free of plans, free of commitments, free of me, and a private place to spend it. What, about two months, wouldn’t you say, Yusuke?”

“Yeah, about that,” the boy answered, “and it wasn’t easy waiting that long. I kept hoping you’d say something, Hiei, but wanted to wait, too.” The boy wriggled his shoulders, “Hey, you suppose I could be untied now?”

Hiei looked as if he’d been bitten by something unpleasant as he stepped around the detective and pulled his katana and sheath out of the ground. Kneeling with a glare at the other two on the shore, he untied his belt from around the tantei’s wrists and neck. He moved to replace his belts in his pants when a pair of hands stopped him. “Unless you want to loose that head of yours,” he growled without looking up, “I suggest you let go.”

The sound of the other kneeling as Yusuke sat up reached his ears and a gentle hand caressed his chin. “I don’t think that’s what you want, is it, Hiei?”

Narrowed red eyes bored holes into the one across from him, “What the hell do you know about what I want?”

That cursed hand slid into his hair, gently teasing his scalp, ear, and neck on its path. “I know you want him, again, more. I know you want me, too, even though you think it’s just jealousy. I know you’re body is responding to me even if your mind is confused.”

“What do you mean?” the laser sharp eyes intensified.

The other hand came up, caressing each section as the voice silkily intoned, “Your lips are getting swollen and redder. Your cheeks are becoming flush. The skin on your neck is prickling, waiting to be touched. Your ears are red and very warm. Your face wants more than just my fingers to touch it. I’m sure your body is reacting, too, if we were to take off your clothes, we’d all see it.”

Hiei made a move to pull away only to be trapped between hand and lips. Desperately, he half-heartedly pushed against the other, almost, but not quite trying, to get away. A gently insistent tongue asked entrance and he reluctantly opened himself to the invader. A groan escaped his throat as that tongue slowly traced his own tongue and palate. He was accustomed to just taking what he wanted with little regard to the finer art of pleasure. Yes, he made sure his partner would get off, but only because it enhanced his own release rather than because his partner enjoyed it. This…sensuality was foreign to him, and he could feel his defenses falling before it. Of their own volition, his hands moved from the chest of his captor to caress the other’s face and neck. He was drowning, he would die, and he didn’t care.

After an eternity and much too soon, lips parted. Hiei tried to follow, only to be held back with a hand against his throat. He let out a frustrated noise and opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed. The red of his eyes was almost completely swallowed by the black pupils as he attempted to glare at the one who tormented him so. The face turned away from him to look at Yusuke, who was watching, lightly rubbing his shoulders. “Well, what should we do with him, Yusuke?” Hiei turned to face the detective, waiting the verdict.

Yusuke took in the two, his lover and Hiei, enjoying the flush of passion on both faces. Standing, he shrugged, “I want to swim some more, do what you want with him.” He turned and walked a few steps, knowing that he was being watched. He paused and looked over his shoulder, “Have fun,” and continued into the water with a laugh.

Hiei’s captor returned his gaze to the koorime, “So, what shall I do with you?” Fingers lazily caressed the skin of the fire demon’s throat where they still rested.

“P-p-please…” Hiei stammered out the unaccustomed word. The hand traced its way up to his cheek.

“What do you want, Hiei?”

“You,” he breathed.

“To take or be taken?” the words ghosted by his ear as the other bent near, warm breath against his neck as he could almost feel the lips move.

Hiei whimpered under the gentle assault. “Take me,” he answered, his brain shutting down and his pride abandoning him.

A hand traced his chest and slid under the hem of his shirt. “Beg me,” lips demanded, brushing lightly against the lobe of his ear.

“Please, Kurama, please…” Hiei’s voice trailed off as his ear was taken between those lips and the lobe was teased with teeth and tongue. The red head’s hand pushed up his tank top, caressing his torso, further invading the koorime’s senses with alien sensations. The hand slid around his back, supporting him as the fox slowly pushed him backwards, lips torturing the skin behind his ear. Vaguely, from somewhere that did not matter, the sound of water splashing and laughter reached his ears. When his back came to rest on the ground, some part of his brain was surprised to note his shirt was no longer on him. When, how did that kitsune get it off him, he wondered momentarily before lips against his demanded his attention and hands caressing his chest competed for the limited function.

Kurama’s lips traced a path along the fluttering vessel running down the fire demon’s throat and settled to leave a mark where it hid under his collar bone. The koorime groaned in shameless pleasure, running his fingers through the kitsune’s hair. He gasped and arched his back when the fox’s fingers pinched on the erect flesh of his nipples. The gasp turned to a groan as Kurama ran his fingernails down Hiei’s chest. The red head quickly removed his shirt, grateful he’d chosen to wear a t-shirt. Before the black haired demon could protest, the kitsune bent over him and kissed him deeply as their bare chests met.

The fox’s skin was smooth under his rough hands as Hiei caressed the exposed back. He wanted more, needed it, even, but he didn’t want the red head to stop what he was doing either. He groaned wantonly as Kurama’s hands traced his body and began working the fastenings of his pants, opening them and pushing at them. Hiei obligingly lifted his hips, gasping when his now exposed erection rubbed against the kitsune’s jeans. That just wouldn’t do, some part of his brain complained, directing his hands to removed the offending denim from the body above his. Another distant part noticed the noise of the water had stopped, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was his burning desire to feel the kitsune’s body. The red head seemed to fumble in his pocket for a moment before moving to help the koorime take off his jeans. Through this, they somehow managed to remain lip locked.

Kurama adjusted his weight slightly over the koorime, bringing one arm to rest on the ground near their heads and the other urged the petite demon to lift his opposite leg. Hiei complied, shifting his hips, rubbing his shaft against the kitsune’s hip a couple of times before the red head restrained him. Still kissing, Kurama’s hand left the fire demon’s body only to return shortly afterwards to tease his opening. Hiei gasped and pulled away from the kiss. The fingers were cold and slick against the heat of his body. “What…?” he stammered.

The kitsune kissed a trail to the koorime’s ear, “It’s lube, Hiei. It helps make this more pleasurable for both of us. Relax, enjoy it.” He moved to reclaim the fire demon’s mouth as he slid two fingers in. Hiei bucked and cried out in protest, a sound swallowed by the red head as he continued to work his fingers in the tight passage. Gradually, Hiei’s body relaxed and Kurama pulled back, looking into the flushed face under him. The red eyes were hidden under heavy lids and lips were swollen, red, and parted as panting gasps of air moved through them.

Kurama looked over to the water and saw Yusuke watching them from the edge of the water, his arousal very evident. The red head smiled at his lover and beckoned him over as he shifted his weight to kneel between the compliant fire demon’s legs. Without prompting, Hiei bent and spread both his legs, opening himself fully to the kitsune. A satisfied smirk graced the red head’s lips as he poured a generous amount of lube on to his throbbing shaft. He removed his fingers from the koorime, drawing a noise of protest and loss that was quickly silenced as the fox slowly pushed against the prepared hole.

Hiei groaned low and long in his throat as his body accepted the invading member. That oddly observant part of his brain now understood what the kitsune had meant when he said lube made this more pleasurable. Instead of feeling as if he were being thrust into with sandpaper, he could feel the smooth texture of the fox’s shaft, the throbbing veins along its surface and along his own walls. He could feel his body accepting the intrusion, and it felt…it felt…he lost all ability to think in words as his prostate came under attack. He might have screamed, but the sound was too far away for him to be sure. It felt as if his soul was being pulled out when the kitsune withdrew, only to have it returned with interest as the next thrust repeated the assault on his prostate.

He was vaguely aware of something dripping on his stomach, but paid it no mind until a hot wetness encircled his straining erection. With a cry, his eyes flew open to see Kurama’s hand resting on a wet haired head in his lap. It took a moment for Hiei to comprehend that the head belonged to Yusuke and was the source of the wet heat around his shaft. Moaning, he let his head fall back and accepted the sensations. His eyes closed again, his brain refusing to process any more information than it absolutely had to at the moment. He could feel his climax approaching, threatening to overwhelm him, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be flooded in the sensations, to choke on pleasure. It was a good way to die. A ragged scream tore from his throat as his soul left his body.

How much time elapsed before he knew himself again, he did not know. Gradually, he became aware of voices on either side of him, familiar voices. A moment longer, and he could identify them, Kurama and Yusuke. It took longer to understand them.

“So, did you enjoy your day off?”

“Yeah. Have to have one more often.”

A laugh, “With as much work as they are to set up!”

“I don’t see how that’s my fault. I could always skip…”

“No you couldn’t!”

Hiei managed a groan as he opened his eyes. Green and brown eyes swam before him. “So, did you enjoy yourself?” the brown eyed one quipped.

“Yusuke, behave,” green eyes reprimanded.

“Why? He didn’t.”

Hiei found his voice, “I hate you.”

“And we’d expect nothing less,” Yusuke returned evenly.

Kurama laughed and kissed the scowling mouth, “Yes, we’d expect nothing less.”


A/N: Wells, here is the final chapter...I had to wait until the purchaser read it first...she was happy with it ;)...I don't really have a lot to say, other than why the hell did I torture myself by not just flat revealing the character...I mean, everyone knew who I was gonna write (though I was seriously tempted to write Koenma, but I figured I'd get stoned for that...and I don't know what do to with the pacifier...). Hope you enjoyed it :D
KHL: I am working on coloring the pictures...but I figured writing was more important. If you wish, I'll let you know when I get them colored...I've got one done mostly...but I kinda thought you'd rather read the end of this....as would my artist-payer...she's also gonna color them, so, if you want, I'll let you know when I have them up.
Ryukotsusei: Thank you...glad you enjoyed it...this was supposed to be a single lemon...but since I was so happy with my pictures, I added the twist...
kit-kit...I am way too predictable! lol Hope you liked it ;D
Anon...thank you *blush*

As for what's next...hmmm....I've been getting several suggestion for something with Karasu (I'd need some serious payment for that one...he scares me and I'd have to keep him in character, just because that's how my brain works)....but I don't know...so, until next time, I remain insane :D