Title: Growth of a Spirit Detective
Author: Azalea J.
Beta: Amymcclair
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho was created by Yoshihiro Togashi and adapted by Funimation studios. I claim no rights to characters or settings or dialogue. I am making no money off this work.
Warning(s):. Yaoi, Violent Scenes, Descriptive Lemon, SPOILERS, and Maim-ment.
Word Count: Approx. 6 300

A/N:Alright! So here’s the second one-shot. Prime Yusuke / Hiei time! Like the last chapter, this one takes place during the actual anime series - we’re just going to zoom forward a bit in time here to things with Sensui.

Morning Bane

-Growth of a Spirit Detective: Prologue 2


Hiei landed soundlessly in the tree, touching the rough bark of the trunk to ensure his already apt balance as his feet spread and molded to the branch. Hidden behind a multitude of leaves and twigs, he watched silently as the detective crashed through the bracken and hedge growth of the forest floor; searching for and awaiting Sniper’s next move.

If only he knew the assassin was already well out of his range of awareness.

Hiei glanced up towards the cliff face and scowled.

Below him a rustle and crash brought his attention back to the detective as a crow burst from a tree and flew off, cawing. Yusuke was not impressed, “Hah-ah!? –Did I mention I hate birds!?” The detective seemed to be prone to complaints, regardless of whether there was anyone around to hear.

Yusuke abruptly broke into a run, and Hiei followed, leaping from tree branch to tree branch as light-footed as a starling. They ran quite a ways, through the thickets of the forest and clearings, until Yusuke hopped a log and was on the clear-cut edge of the highway. The detective’s endurance never ceased to amaze the demon; not many humans could keep up such a pace for such a time, even a human as roughed up and trained as Yusuke.

Crouching in the shadow of the forest, Hiei merely watched as the detective, mumbling and grumbling, made his way up the ditch-side to the pavement and away from the trees. Even without Hiei’s youkai hearing, Yusuke’s voice carried far, unique as it was, and Hiei could make out his one-sided bitching as clear as day, “I’ve got to get out of Sniper’s territory and back to rescuing Kuwabara…” Yusuke stopped in the middle of the road, glancing to the left as the loud blare of a horn sounded, and a fuel truck rounded the curve.

“It’s my lucky day.” Ho-o-o-o-o-nk “I’ll just hitch a ride with this guy to the nearest phone booth – that is if he doesn’t think I’m a cult member with all these freakish tattoos!”

Grinning, Yes, Sniper sure has taste in the body-art area.Hiei looked from Yusuke and squinted at the truck. Then back at Yusuke. Fool...

He crouched in silence, watching the truck near the waiting figure on the road.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before Yusuke’s form stiffened. “Hey…” Then the detective turned to sprint off down the road in the opposite direction. “Sniper! Whatever happened to just plain bullets!?”

Hiei stayed where he was.

The detective didn’t make it far down the road before he yelled, “Screw this!” and dodged back down the ditch into the forest.

Hiei resumed his pursuit, following the truck now more than the detective; careful of flying branches and forest detritus. He could hear Yusuke the few yards he was ahead of him, and used that as a guide for when he couldn’t see the truck for the flying leaves.

“Oh crap!” A scuffing sound and the detective switched directions.

Hiei veered left and brushed past an oak.

“Cheyeah-ah!” Hiei was always amazed at the sounds the detective could make when pissed off or annoyed. “Man, are you going to hear from Green Peace about this!”

Another tree was uprooted in its entirety and was flung over the hull of the truck. Hiei dodged it effortlessly and resumed his pursuit.

He stilled suddenly, when the truck continued on and Yusuke came rolling into sight.

The detective pushed himself up and out of his roll, then crouched, glaring at the truck, which had likewise rolled to a stop.

Out of gas?

There was a pause, as Yusuke just crouched in a stand-still, watching the truck carefully.

Hiei could see his right hand clenching and unclenching at his side. It didn’t take a jagan to see the detective longed to blast the truck with his spirit gun. Thank Lord Enma he possessed some amount of intelligence; it was, after all, a fuel truck.

Then the truck started to back up, and all Yusuke did was watch it pass him.

Hiei blinked.

The truck revved and Yusuke was up and running once more with a “Maybe not!”

Hiei flew through the trees. Did he say intelligence? The boy was completely devoid of anything remotely resembling something thus .

He just happened, then, to glance up to check Sniper’s position, and his eyes narrowed to slits as he saw the ningen load a simple handgun and level it in Yusuke’s general direction. Arrogant human. Enough of this.

“Ahh-hah!?” Yusuke had finally caught sight of the trigger-happy fool. “So coming after me with a truck wasn’t enough, huh!?”

Hiei increased his speed, jumping to the ground and running alongside the tanker; dodging more logs and forest matter. Avoiding a large tree as it was splintered into his path, he neared the detective only to be forced away by another log. Glancing up, he caught the squeeze of the psychic’s finger on the trigger, and Hiei focused sternly back on the detective. He darted in, and then had to flit back once more when a rock whipped towards his face. He growled low in his throat.

Bang!

The bullet hit the side of the tanker.

Hiei saw his opening.

Yusuke was thrown with the force of the blast.

Hiei flitted through the flying fire and debris, snagged the detective by his waist, and sprinted away from the explosion, jumping from tree to tree until he reached the rock face. He paused to check the detective, who surprisingly had resisted little.

Just stunned. Hiei could tell he’d come around in a moment. Looking up, he gauged the best ledges and footholds, and began to flit up the side of the cliff, the detective a comfortable weight on his back.


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Sniper looked on as the smoke billowed into the morning sky. Birds screeching as the sight and sound of the flames drove them off. He could see Yusuke nowhere.

Suddenly he heard the scrape of something on stone, and whirled. “Urameshi…” the detective was out - or, he looked to be out; and in the care of a short, wild-haired young man. The man was glaring at him.

“Who’re you?”

Hiei only glared. A moan caught his ears as the detective regained his senses and glanced up at him, “Hiei?”

“Don’t get sentimental, detective.” Hiei released Yusuke’s collar, and moved towards Sniper, never removing his gaze from the cold, narrowed eyes.

Sniper leveled his gun. “I have no quarrel with you, stranger, but I also don’t mind killing anyone who gets in our way.”

Hiei never shifted his eyes, continuing steadily in Sniper’s direction.

“Last warning.” Sniper ground his teeth together. And when Hiei was barely two yards away, he pulled the trigger.

The gunshot sent more birds a flight, and Hiei dodged; too swift for the ningen’s eyes to follow. Two more gunshots, and the human choked on his own blood.

“Hiei!” Yusuke was incredulous from his crouch on the bare rock.

“What? Now I’m not even allowed to kill the bad humans? Hn. It’s a few inches from his heart, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He blinked when Sniper abruptly wrapped his left arm around Hiei’s head and pulled himself closer, using Hiei for support as he aimed the barrel of his gun at Yusuke.

“What’s the point?” Yusuke asked from his hands and knees.

Sniper muttered around the pain, his breath ragged, “No one can stop our justified cause.”

Before he could fire, Hiei withdrew his blade from its sheath of flesh, and slashed again, this time barely half an inch from the heart. The shock to the organ was too much, and the human dropped to the rock with a dead whap. Whether he’d live or die wasn’t the demon’s concern.

Yusuke was still crouched on the rock, ignoring Sniper for the moment. “You… You saved me.”

“I was worried about the trees.” He walked to stand beside Yusuke, wiping his blade and replacing it in its proper sheath. A breeze ruffled his hair. He breathed in. “This wind coming in feels like home. It’s comforting and it soothes me.” He exhaled sharply; his gaze abruptly grew less wistful and more lusting. “It tastes like freshly spilt blood and the rotting flesh of decaying corpses.”

“Nnn…”

“Look at it, the gateway to ningenkai will be open soon.” He clenched his teeth in what Yusuke could only assume was anticipation and looked out over what they could see of Mushiori City - it was a dangerous sight. Alluring yet horrifying in its entirety. “Maybe I’ll return home…”

“Dammit!” Hiei glanced down in time to see the detective’s fist make a sizeable crack in the rock. “I beat Toguro… then after that I assumed everything else would… would be just a big old piece of cake! And then some rogue Reikai Tantei has to go and open up… the, friggin’ gates of hell! Graah!” He pushed himself to his feet and started away from Hiei. “And to top it all off, Kuwabara had to go and get himself kidnapped…”

“You’re in no shape to be playing the hero.” Something glinted in Hiei’s eye.

“Well if I don’t, then who will? – Not you! Remember? This is our world not yours? See ya! -I have to go save the world again.” His eyes widened, and he stilled as Hiei’s energy spiked and suddenly the demon was directly behind him.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that!”

The sword sliced through where Yusuke’s head had been only moments before, and Yusuke used his right arm to push himself out of his abrupt dodge, stilling to find the point pressed sharply into his throat.

“For the second time today I hold your life in my hands, detective – somehow I doubt this Sensui will be as merciful as I.” He laughed.

Yusuke snarled. “Kuwabara needs me…”

“Kuwabara was ill prepared for them and look what happened to him.”

Yusuke glared and straightened to his full height, ignoring the naked blade. “Shut up!”

“Do I have to kill you to keep you from being foolish?”

“You just might, Hiei.”

Even with a foot difference in their heights, they glared as if they were equals.

The wind whistled across the precipice.

Abruptly ki flared.

Hiei released the clasps on his cloak, and the garment was flung off by the force of his youki, revealing the toned mass of flesh that was his torso. He built up his energy more, clenching his fists, and sent Yusuke skidding back along the bare rock.

The detective fought to maintain his footing, and planted his feet firmly to stop his slide. Straitening, he readied his reiki, the azure energy billowing up and about his form like a separate entity. The youkai remained undaunted and unmoved.

Yelling, Hiei charged, drawing back his fist. “You ready!?”

“Bring it on, BITCH!” Yusuke met Hiei’s charge, pulled back his own fist, and swung as they grew close.

Both fists met their mark, and Yusuke’s nose was punched right into his face as Hiei’s cheek was hit hard enough to turn his entire body. The two skidded apart, then went right back at it.

It was fast and harsh, with little time to think of anything but dodging and landing punches of his own. To the average ningen eye, the two were mostly blurs, side-stepping and lunging furiously across the rock.

Bones cracked as Hiei pounded into Yusuke’s chest, the heat of battle upon him.

“Uh. Uh. Uh!” Stifling moans of pain, Yusuke could only take it, searching eagerly for an opening. And when he saw one, WHAM Hiei was sent skyward with a forceful uppercut straight to the chin.

Regaining his stance midair, Hiei used gravity to his advantage and came at Yusuke like a bullet train, fist meeting face with a crunch.

Before the detective could recover, he went back to repeatedly punching him into the ground. Driving his fists into solid muscle until Yusuke managed to land a kick to the side of his head. Snarling, he turned to repay the favor, when a solid punch was landed right in his gut. As he doubled over, another fist connected with his skull, and he went sliding.

Planting his feet firmly in annoyance, Hiei turned to meet a third punch with the back of his arm, throwing a punch of his own with his other arm and hardly surprised in the least to find it blocked in the same way.

The two glared.

Ki crackled, flared, and crackled some more.

With a snap, the two energies repelled, sending both demon and human skidding back.

Yusuke halted his flight and maintained his stance, awaiting Hiei’s next attack.

When the demon finally removed his heated glare from the detective, Yusuke immediately relaxed, without noticing he’d done it.

When Hiei started to lap at the wound Yusuke had left on his right arm with that last attack, Yusuke grew strangely transfixed. The wound bled through the ripped bandages covering the dragon, and as the pert tongue darted out to lick the wound clean, Yusuke found himself growing… aroused.

He wasn’t paying much attention to his own body or thoughts right then. In fact, he wasn’t thinking much of anything. He just stood, fists clenched, regaining his breath; waiting for Hiei to say or do something, which would give him cause to react or think.

“You rose to the challenge.”

“Huh?” Yusuke looked from the moistened lips to the eyes, realizing that while he’d been standing there thinking of nothing, he’d been thinking of that tongue.

Grah! He had to stop thinking like that! He only confused himself.

And then Hiei’s words caught up with his oxygen-depleted brain, and he blinked. “… Cheee!!! You mean you stalled me here just to see how strong I am!?”

“You really are a simple child, aren’t you? You still don’t get it.” Hiei spat blood onto the rock, and pointed at him arrogantly. “Do you remember when you fought Toguro in the tournament and we let you think Kuwabara had been killed? Back then you lacked the motivation to meet your potential, and Toguro went out of his way to bring it out – Sensui – just wants you dead.” Stepping lightly to where his cloak had landed, Hiei kicked it into his hand, shook it, and then donned it, continuing, “Harness your own power if you hope to beat him. If you take anything from our scrimmage, take that.” He headed off away from the detective. “So go, save the ningenkai – or don’t. I don’t really care. Either way, I’m fine with the outcome.” He stopped and whipped around abruptly when Yusuke started laughing, his eyes narrowing beneath his bangs. “What are you laughing about?”

Yusuke was fighting with himself in an effort to avoid bursting right out into hearty guffaws and thus avoid bloodshed… He wasn’t having much success. “Hehehe –You’re so full of crap! Ahehehe – I don’t care - You’ve been rotting for me! You did all this to help me survive – I told everyone you’d be back to rescue us when we needed you most, you big softie – hehehe – or should I say little softie!” Yusuke cracked himself up, clutching at his chest in a futile effort to hold in his mirth as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

And he just. Couldn’t. Stop.

It was too funny. Hiei: cold, malignant Hiei, had gone out of his way to help him, to buck him up and make sure he didn’t make any stupid mistakes like he usually did. Hiei!

Hiei’s upper lip curled. I should have slit your throat when I had the chance. He spun and started to stalk off when a calm, strong voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Really, thank you, Hiei. I was needing that kick in the ass.”

Yusuke’s face was so serious, so… grateful; Hiei could do naught but stare.

After a time, Yusuke started to grow slightly uncomfortable beneath that unblinking gaze. “Hiei?”

“Hn…” Hiei blinked, and his eyes moved back up to Yusuke’s face from where they’d been slowly inching downwards along the detective’s toned pectorals. Did you like having Kurama beneath you, detective? Screaming in pleasure and begging you for more? Images flooded into his sight; the kitsune writhing in sweet abandon, the detective’s eyes widening to near impossible sizes as he was enveloped within another man for the first time.

“Hiei?”

His name shocked his eyes out of their trance, but his mind stayed where it was. And there was Yusuke. Standing bare-chested, bruised and roughed up, his hair starting to come loose from its usual slicked-back style. And Hiei lost all semblance of control.

In once instant Hiei was standing before him, hands stuffed into the pockets of his cloak, his cheeks smeared with dirt and bruises; in the next he had slammed the detective into the dead tree to their left. Dried bark rained down upon them but neither noticed.

Yusuke’s eyes rolled back into his head as one of his nipples was bitten roughly then tongued soothingly. A pert hand delved into the tight constraints of his jeans and underwear to grasp at a rapidly growing interested appendage.

His right hand grasped at the rough bark behind him for support, his left at Hiei’s head. His fingers clutching into the surprisingly silky strands, pushing and pulling at the same time, not sure whether he wanted to pull Hiei away or ensure he never stopped. After a few short moments, when his hips had started to rotate in time with the demons’ rough strokes, he decided he didn’t really care enough to think about it.

Yusuke’s hands tangling in his hair both turned the little demon on more, and loosened the band he’d tied over his jagan. As he sucked and the hand rubbed more, the cloth eventually slackened and slipped to the dirt entirely, and the eye opened to gaze slowly up at the panting visage that was the detective.

The sight brought Hiei back to himself suddenly, and he jerked away, a string of saliva connecting him to the nub he’d been suckling on. His hand was tugged roughly from the blood-constricting pants, and he tensed, ready to sprint - when a gasp caught his ears, and his eyes [all three of them] focused on the detective.

“Fuck.” One of the detective’s hands clutched at the tree supporting him, the other - Hiei’s eyes closed as his blood boiled, but his jagan could only stare. – The other had pushed its way into those amazingly tight pants, and he could see it moving beneath the denim, stroking and pulling as best as it could within the restraints; as the detective gasped and panted, lost to his own pleasure.

Oh…

He stiffened abruptly, when two eyes opened onto him. But though dilated, the eyes were clear, and he could see heat and lust and want and… intelligence. The detective wasn’t stupid; he’d known what was being done to him and who was doing it. And now, now he wasn’t rejecting him at all, but… tempting him back.

Who was he to resist such an invitation?

In a blur, Hiei had pressed himself against the heaving chest of the detective. His cloak fluttered softly to the dirt behind him, his mouth fixed back to that succulent nub, and his hands went to work. One removed Yusuke’s from where it’d been fisting the detective’s cock, and placed it on the tree with the other; and his right hand he sent down to work the buckles on his belts.

Yusuke’s head lolled onto the tree, his fingers digging into the chasms and cracks in the bark as his nipple was sucked back into that warm, moist- a clink and a jingle, and he glanced down. All he could see was a mass of black hair, but he knew what Hiei was doing.

The curiosity only served to heighten his arousal, and with a snarl he shoved himself away from the tree, grabbed both of Hiei’s arms as he moved and twisted so he slammed the demon where he himself had been previously, and thrust his pelvis down into Hiei’s, causing the youkai to arch and groan, limber legs coming up to grasp the detective tightly at the waist, using the tree and Yusuke as leverage.

Moaning himself, the detective thrust hard and crashed his mouth onto Hiei’s neck, sucking hard and biting roughly. His hands releasing the demon’s wrists so he could clutch at his ass, squeezing as he fought the tremors starting in his lower region and vibrating through every inch of his body.

The demon responded with a cry, and his hands came up and around to clutch and claw at Yusuke, leaving angry, red streaks all along his back and upper sides. He panted and started pressing his hips forward as firmly as he could into that hardness, which pressed back likewise. Gasping as the detective found newer, fresher points of pleasure all along his neck and shoulders. He tipped his head up, so his lips just barely brushed the detective’s ear, and husked, “Fuck me like you fucked the fox, detective.”

A sharp intake of breath, and he could feel those hips jerk - in arousal or surprise or both. And everything stopped. The detective panted into the crook of Hiei’s neck, and he grinned.

“…You saw that?” Yusuke mumbled into heated flesh.

“All of it.” The jaganshi moved his hands down between them, relying on the tree and Yusuke’s hands cupping his ass to keep him from sliding to the dirt. The button was popped free within moments, the zipper following shortly.

The heat coming off Yusuke now was palpable.

The koorime grinned. He was probably remembering everything he and the kitsune had done, and imagining now how Hiei had been witness to it all.

It had really been entirely innocent, at the time; he’d dropped by with a rare seed he’d located in the forest, with the intention of passing it off to the fox. -It would help soothe the pains of his recovery. However landing on the dimly lighted sill, the sight within had frozen him, and the seeds had scattered out into the evening breeze and down to the earth many yards below. Intending to leave the two to their fun, he was stopped by mere curiosity; and just watched silently as the fox introduced the detective to the ways of carnal pleasure. It had been intriguing and intoxicating at the same time.

But enough reminiscing. Licking at the ear presented so willingly to him, Hiei pushed at the denim, forcing it down as far as he could - considering his legs were in the way - then reached inside so he could free the poor, trapped member from its sweaty prison. And the detective gasped, biting into his neck. Hiei responded with a nip to the ear in kind, and the detective shuddered. He drew his tightly fisted hand up along the twitching shaft, and watched from the bottom of his eye, as his hand neared the head. A small bubble of pre-cum appeared from the slit, and ran down over his fingers one at a time.

“Aaaaaa…” the detective panted into his neck, and Hiei took his chance. Releasing Yusuke’s prick, he arched off the tree and shoved the detective off balance. Causing them both to land heavily on the rock, their pelvises crashing together. Hiei threw his arms to either side of the detective’s neck in time to prevent the two from crashing face-to-face, and they moaned in mutual acquiescence of combined pleasure and pain.

Coming back to himself shortly, Yusuke’s eyes shot wide and he hoisted himself up on his elbows to stare as Hiei, sitting astride his waist, worked his jeans down his legs and tossed them somewhere, then rose to his knees and worked his own pants [buckles already unfastened] passed his hips and to his knees, then leg by leg removed them to flop off somewhere with Yusuke’s jeans.

“Fuck, Hiei…” Yusuke stared unashamed at Hiei’s proud member, jutting out from a nest of black curls, purple from being constricted and unattended for so long. Yusuke reached out tentatively, and touched the head; it bobbed.

Hiei sucked his lower lip between his teeth, and allowed his head to tilt back in pleasure, his eyes lidding as the detective explored this new territory, touching and stroking. Then the detective reached back to fondle his balls, molding and squeezing, and Hiei’s fingers twitched where they rested on the detective’s thighs, aching to move and do something but forcing himself to wait and be patient and just let the detective get around to it in his own time.

The hand moved back to his dick and began to pump, just a little, until pre-cum started to ooze from the tip. Then he felt wet fingers probing at his entrance, and he moaned and shifted, opening himself and losing his breath for a moment as one long finger slipped inside and probed him deeply, slowly. Intimately. Hiei opened his eyes and looked down to see Yusuke’s mouth hanging open in breathless arousal, he panted, his eyes fixed on his own finger as it disappeared into Hiei’s ass.

Another finger joined the first, and together started to scissor and stretch, prepping him.
The boy learned fast - or had he other encounters of the sexual kind with males besides Kurama? Or indeed, had he and the fox continued a sort of non-committal relationship over the weeks since that first night? Whatever the answer, Hiei was content to let the detective do as he wished, if he kept doing it like that.

Using one arm to keep himself upright, Yusuke kept his gaze fixed on his other hand, as he added a third finger and marveled at the feeling of the muscles and flesh stretching and molding around the digits.

One of Hiei’s hands moved from his thigh, and fell to pumping his length in slow, firm strokes, matching the movements of the fingers up his ass, and Yusuke dropped his back onto the rock, his head lolling to the side as he moaned. “Hiei… fuck. D’you think, you’re… uhnnnng, ready… ah- ah!”

Measuring his breath carefully through his mouth, Hiei lifted himself on his knees, and the detective’s fingers slipped from his ass with a slurp. Then, guiding himself over the detective, he sank slowly onto that hard, throbbing thickness. Suppressing a moan as he slowly sank to the base, his muscles stretching far past what he was used to, and he had to pause a moment to adjust, his balls flattening beneath him, his dick drooping somewhat as he gasped and panted for air. His eyes closed, but his jagan gazed steadily at the detective, who had cried out in sheer ecstasy as the demon’s heat had constricted about him.

Yusuke’s chest heaved; his fingers clutched spasmodically on the demons hips as his own started to jerk in the effort it was taking to remain still.

“Stop. Moving, detective.”

“What d’you think I’m trying to do? Fuck! It’s so tight…” Yusuke bit his lip and panted.

The sight was as stimulating as the feeling of taking something so large so deep, and Hiei couldn’t help but clench his muscles in response.

Beneath him Yusuke groaned. “Move, Hiei… before I lose it.”

Hiei rose up on his knees, feeling the slide of the flesh within him stroking his insides with a drag that was maddening. He paused, breathing hard, then lowered himself back down, his legs trembling with the effort and his insides screaming for more, faster, harder. Rising again, he slammed himself back down, and demon and human mouth alike opened wide in a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

After Kurama, Yusuke’d done some experimenting by himself, whenever he’d caught a spare moment alone. But he hadn’t been intimate with another. Not once - girl or guy. Not that he’d spent much time ogling the girls anymore anyway. Even if he’d had the time to. And it had been a while since Kurama… to be enveloped in such a wondrous heat once again… Yusuke couldn’t control himself. He clutched firmly at Hiei’s hips, and pushed up as the demon came down, his dick touching deep and singing blissfully.

Hiei kept his back straight as he rode the detective; his arms had lost any strength and now remained limp at his sides as he lost himself to the rhythm and heat. Only the fox had ever seen him this vulnerable, but after that night so many weeks ago, seeing the detective like that with the fox… it had awakened feelings and desires within him he’d thought at first to be mere pre-tactile responses to his oncoming heat cycle. But now, lost as he was, he couldn’t find anything to make him think he wouldn’t be doing this again real soon if he got the chance.

The detective’s fingers dug sharply into his hips, the pain mingling with the pleasure and driving the sensations to new heights. He hissed in rapture and lifted himself faster so he could plunge down harder. And his eyes flew wide when something within him was brushed - ever so slightly - and fingers of pleasure stroked every nerve, every bundle, and a keening moan was forced from his lips. He jerked slightly, throwing off his rhythm just a smidgen, and sunk again.

Whatever it was, it seemed to have been lost.

Still gasping from the sensation, Hiei rose again and as he fell the detective rose to meet him, and that thing was stroked so hard, he nearly flew out of his skin. He rose again, almost shaking, and didn’t dally in returning to that feeling. Gasping as more lancing fingers of heat squeezed everywhere and drove him nearly out of his mind. His balls throbbed, and his dick drooled.

A flapping noise distracted him from his indulgence, and he managed a lust-lidded glare in the direction of two extremely unwelcome, rancid, ugly youkai making their way towards them. Still indulging his throbbing asshole on Yusuke’s eager member, he managed to ask in a relatively steady voice, “Friends of yours?”

“I assumed they… ung… were yours, nnaah!” Yusuke’s eyes rolled, then focused - with obvious effort - and the detective allowed his head to fall to the side so he could see the oncoming annoyances as they landed. His right hand he removed stickily from Hiei’s hip, and flopped it in the general direction of the demons.

“Oh look.” One of the demons was saying in a deep, guttural voice to the other. “A free meal, with sauce!”

“Must be our lucky day.” The other gurgled in what might have been a laugh.

And Yusuke almost lost his libido at the stench. Though the demons were still quite a few yards away.

Almost.

“Someone… needs a breath mint.” He growled, and concentrated his reiki into his index finger. “Spirit guh-un!” He gasped as Hiei came down on him, hard, and his spirit energy erupted from his finger, shakily, illuminating them both and eliminating the other two before the demons had a chance to scream.

Returning his hand to where it belonged, he stroked along the flesh, and dug his nails in deeply, losing himself without distraction to his dick as Hiei slowed his movements, and started to drag himself off Yusuke’s member, clenching his muscles as he went upwards, before dropping back down so fast his balls flattened.

“Fuck, Hiei…”

The trembling started in his lower belly, then began to resonate through his entire body. Before he could fully grasp the sensation, he was jerking erratically and clutching desperately at Yusuke’s thighs. His ass-muscles clenched around Yusuke’s member as his sticky-stuff splattered the chest of the one beneath him; one particularly long stream lanced up to streak across Yusuke’s lips and the side of the detective’s face. He groaned, sated, but still hot.

“Oh fuck.” Yusuke gasped, thrusting harder from his awkward position, as the jaganshi struggled to remain upright above him, his flaccid member slapping Yusuke’s lower belly each time Yusuke lifted the demon and brought him down to meet his rising hips.

Then Hiei slumped forward and planted himself firmly above the detective, and in one long, sensuous lick, had cleaned his cum from Yusuke’s face, twisting a nipple with his free hand -and Yusuke was cumming. Slamming his hips up into Hiei’s ass and shouting to the here-after as the sensations raced through him, squeezing his dick for all it was worth and then some.

He could only lie, panting, as Hiei slowly cleaned him of his own cum. That tongue. That fucking, illegal, tongue. Swiping over his skin, digging into his navel, nipping around and over his nipples. If he weren’t so exhausted, he’d think Hiei was up for another round; and take him up on it.

But no, Hiei was just showing he cared… even if afterwards he completely ignored him. Yusuke understood, and brimmed with appreciation silently as he panted and gasped, his dick sliding from Hiei’s ass as the demon stood to retrieve his pants and cloak from where they lay strewn over the rock. Ejaculate trickled down the inside of his leg.

Yusuke groaned, and his pants were thrown at him.

Rising to sit on his ass, swiping dirt from his hair and trying to make it look more manageable, Yusuke looked up as Hiei started to walk away. “Hey, where d’you think you’re going?”

Hiei didn’t turn. “Clearly, away.”

“…Now that you’re little secret’s out, well, there’s no reason… look. What I’m trying to say is, I could really use your help on this one…” He paused. “Kuwabara could really use your help on this one.” He staggered to his feet and started to pull his jeans on, wiping cooling cum from his flaccid member and shaking it to the rock.

“But I hate Kuwabara.” Despite his words, the demon had stopped, and was regarding the detective from the corner of his eye.

“…Then stay for me and Kurama. I know he’d really appreciate it if you hung around this time, Hiei. …I would really appreciate it.” He gazed at the demon steadily. No hidden meaning, no innuendoes; just the cold truth, laid out for him on a succulent, intriguing platter.

The stare remained unbroken for many moments, before Hiei finally turned and stepped back to him silently. He stopped barely a foot from him, gazing at him; his eyes blinking regularly, but his jagan focused firmly.

Yusuke never wavered.

“Hn.” The breeze ruffling his hair, Hiei turned and walked away, this time in the direction of the road. Yusuke could hear him muttering, and grinned as he started after him, fastening his jeans as he went. “You do them one favor and they think you’re their best friend. This is why I couldn’t care less if their entire species is swallowed up.”

“If you hate our kind so much you should probably shake that nasty habit of having sex with us.”

“Don’t push your luck, detective. I’m doing this as a favor. I can just as easily go and offer my services to Sensui.”

“Oh, I don’t know… I hear he has a thing for tall, -dark, and gruesome. You might not be his type.”

All three of Hiei’s eyes glared imminent death at the one striding down the path beside him. And Yusuke could only laugh.


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“Huh?” Botan squinted off down the over-grown path leading into the foothills, a hand shielding her eyes from the sun. “Over there!” She pointed to where she could make out the hazy form of their lost Spirit Detective making his way towards them. “And who’s that with… Oh, my, I don’t believe it! Hiei really did come back!

From down the path, catching sight of the group at the base of the hill, Yusuke and Hiei broke into a run. “Well that was fast,” the detective muttered. “Must not have run into any traffic - or had any traffic running after them!”

Hiei ‘Hn.’ed.

From beside Kurama, Genkai spoke. “Like I said, we’re going to need all the help we can get.”

“Agreed.” Kurama responded, but his mind was elsewhere. Already his demon sight had picked up on the battered appearance of the detective, and though covered from head to foot as usual in his black garments, Hiei looked slightly… mussed. Had the two gotten into a fight? Or had Sniper been more of a handful than either would be willing to admit?

As the two neared them, and slowed as they entered the circle of friends, Kurama appraised Yusuke further. He looked more mussed than battered. Slightly bruised. Kurama eyed the angry red scrapes that lined his sides and back, his expression stoic even as his mind raced. He moved his gaze to Hiei, then back to Yusuke.

“Oh dear. You look a tad worse for wear, Yusuke. What happened?” Botan commented as she finally got a proper look at the detective’s body.

Yusuke scratched his head as he looked down at himself. A faint blush stained his cheeks so soft only Kurama, as focused on the detective as he was, could have possibly noticed its presence. “Yeah… Sniper really got rough - blew a tanker up in my face - Hiei here pulled me out before I was just bits and pieces left for you guys to collect.” He laughed.

Kurama blinked and looked closer at Hiei. His eyes narrowed, and he shifted his gaze to the demon’s neck. Most of the skin was covered by the thick collar of his cloak, however he could see just above the material, faint, red, love bites all down the side of the demon’s neck - and possibly further. He grinned. Interesting. Hiei would lower himself to rutting with a human? Good for Yusuke.

Hiei shot him a look, and Kurama only reduced his grin to a smile. Looking back to Genkai, he returned his mind to the conversation at hand - how to storm Demon’s Door cave.

-TBC…

REVIEWER RECOGNITION!!!

Little Nicky
I’ve always liked KxH but I agree with you, we need more Yusuke action! And I hope you liked the YxH goodness in this chapter.

BlueUtopiah
Thank you for all the kind words! Reviews like that just make me want to write more. And yes, I agree, no matter how good a fic is, as soon as they start bashing Keiko, it just… ruins the whole story for me, personally. Plus, Keiko’s a very nice girl, and a great character, you can’t hate her.

Lemonychocolate
I was worried about going OOC by accident; it’s nice to know I was able to keep the characters IC. Hopefully I managed it again in this chapter as well. ^-^

Dragon
Hopefully this was fast enough for you. I hate leaving a fic sitting- it’s not fair to anyone, and it drives readers nuts [I know from personal experience ~_^]. I just have such a hard time finding the time to write. I’ll keep trying, though. Hopefully I’ll be able to manage weekly updates.

Kogas Hentai Luver
I hope this chapter was a little less of a re-cap, I took it from Hiei’s perspective and did more interpretation then last chapter. And thank you so much for all your wonderful comments!

DuosAngel
Was this fast enough for you? I’m so bad with updating! And thank you, I personally love taking dialogue from the anime and twisting what was said so alternate meanings and innuendoes emerge. ~_^

bob
Thank you so much!

Devious Lil Devil
In your review for ‘Drip’ you said you’d like to see more from me in the future, the FMA sequel fell through, but I take it this one will do just as nicely? *Laughs* Thank you for both reviews, it’s people like you that make a lazy writer like me just want to write!

Steph8503
More? *Runrun* Here’s more! I hope you enjoyed!

kit-kit
*Gack* I’m sorry, Hiei ended up being Uke. But I have my reasons for making Yusuke Seme in both one-shots - hopefully it worked for you? I thought long and hard about how to get Hiei into the submissive role, because I agree, he makes an obvious top.

Marikalay
Hopefully my last chapter won’t turn into a one-hit wonder. I hope this chapter was as good for you as the last! ^-^

-Azalea J.