Pirates of the Makai

Pirates of the Makai
Part Two

To His Majesty, Enma the First, Sovereign King of Reikei,

By now you already know that your son, Prince Enma the Second, Koenma, has been taken aboard the Black Dragon. Your son shall be returned to you, alive and well. Our one demand for this favor is simple; you turn over the artifact known as the Makai Whistle. It is but one of your many treasures and you should agree it more than a fair trade in exchange for your only heir.

You shall have three days after this letter reaches you to consider the matter. You will leave your response with a woman who goes by the name Rui at the Koorime House Brothel. Know that your son’s safety can not be guaranteed, if a proper response has not been given in the allotted time.

Seiryu put down his pen, read over the letter and nodded with approval. It would do. He signed it: Captain Hiei Jaganshi. Finished, he rolled the paper up, put it in a wax sealed container and set it aside to be sent off later via messenger hawk. He picked up his pen again and wrote on a new piece of paper.

Red Sparrow,

Stage one of our master plan is a success. K was found abroad on in Makai territory as you indicated he would be and is now secure. We’ve only to wait for what we require to be handed to us by his father. I am now implementing Stage two. By the time this reaches you the second item we require should be in my possession as well as the Black Dragon. --Blue Dragon.

Seiryu went on to a new page.

Gray Stone,

Stage one successful. Stage two is ready to start. Be ready to do your part on Hangman Island. --Blue Dragon.

He wrote one more.

White Tiger,

Stage one success. Stage two beginning. Stay posted. --Blue Dragon.
* * *

Yusuke was woken suddenly by a sharp slap to his bare backside. Bleary eyed, he complained to the small man who was standing over him. “Hey, what’s the deal?”

“Get dressed,” Hiei said curtly as he tossed a cloth bundle to Yusuke.

Yusuke caught the bundle. It was a set of clothes, a common shirt, a set of trousers, and a worn jacket. Yusuke stared them like he’d never seen such things before in his life. For the past several days Yusuke Urameshi, posing as the Crowned Prince Koenma, has been the unwilling guest of Hiei Jaganshi, the captain of the pirate ship Black Dragon. In those past several days the captain had kept Yusuke within his private quarters and completely naked. It seemed such a long time-- Yusuke was almost used to his forced nudity and wasn‘t sure what to make of this sudden proffering of clothes.

Hiei, apparently misreading Yusuke’s hesitation to don the garb, said, “I know it’s not as fancy as what you’re used to, but that type of clothing would stand out too much where we’re going. So hurry up and get dressed.”

“We’re going somewhere?” Yusuke said as he stood to pull on his breeches. Ah, it felt good to have dignity again.

Absently, Hiei picked up the shirt and draped it over Yusuke’s shoulders. “I’ve got some business matters to attend to on shore and I plan to take you with me, Prince.”

“Huh?” Yusuke jerked.

Hiei chuckled, “I can’t leave you here. You might try something clever and give my crew some trouble.” His fingers slipped down off Yusuke’s collar and ghosted over his chest so faintly that Yusuke couldn’t be sure if it was intentional or not. Nonetheless, Yusuke had to suppress the shutter that threatened to run through his body.

“Come on, I haven’t all day,” Hiei slapped him on the bottom again and stepped away to let Yusuke finish dressing.

“Hope you don’t mind if I ask,” Yusuke said later as he and the captain were stepping out of a rowboat and onto a worm-eaten quay, “But what kind of business could a pirate have here? Don’t get me wrong this totally looks like a place for the criminal element….”

They were coming into a primitive looking township. The buildings were made of weather beaten wood. Some were painted, but faded. The streets were unpaved and practically disserted, save for a few drunks who were sleeping it off on the boarded sidewalks. It was early in the afternoon. Business would probably pick up more as the sun waned. Yusuke did notice quite a few establishments advertising liquor. He also noticed that those places didn’t have glass in their widows, instead they opted for oiled paper that wasn’t as expensive to replace if it were broken.

Hiei snorted, “You think me and my ilk are strictly regulated to the waters? Prince, there is a lot more our business than sailing around in our ships and robbing other ships.”

“Well, I never heard of your type doing anything else,” Yusuke frowned.

“Those are just the things that young sailors like talk about to scare children and wet bar maids’ undergarments,” Hiei said briskly, “After we loot a ship, we have fence the goods for cash or supplies. Cupboards don’t stack themselves and crews don’t work for free. This is Hangman Island, the sort of place where we do that kind of business.”

“Oh so you’re here to sell off the stuff from your last heist,” Yusuke said thoughtfully. Then, “Hey, but the last job you did the only thing you took was--”

“Quiet you fool,” Hiei snapped, “I’m not selling you here. Believe me you are worth a lot more than any of the curs around here could pay. That reminds me, I shouldn’t have to tell you how dangerous it would be for you here should anyone find out your identity.”

“Couldn’t be any more dangerous than staying with you,” Yusuke muttered under his breath.

“So while we are here,” Hiei continued, “You are not Koenma, you’re my new personal steward, got it? If someone asks you your name tell them it‘s Sakamoto or something. But don‘t get too chatty!”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do?” Yusuke said without a thought.

Hiei slammed him into a wooden wall causing a small shower of sawdust to rain down over them, he hissed, “Would you like me to remind you what I can do?” His deceptively dainty hand ran up the inside of Yusuke’s thigh, “Right here in the middle of the street, where everyone can see?”

Yusuke’s balls tensed up as he recalled exactly what Hiei could do. Yusuke couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even swallow. Hiei’s hand ghosted against his genitals as guileful as a viper and just as dangerous. Just then the scene was shattered by a soft bemused voice.

“You certainly have an interesting way of handling your staff,” it said, “I have to say, I like it.”

Hiei whirled and Yusuke saw the owner of that voice was a young man in a carefully tailored magenta frockcoat. His green eyes practically sparkled with amusement. Those eyes; Yusuke was loath to make the cliché comparison to jewels, but they were so green! The color was even farther exaggerated, framed by long, thick crimson red hair. To call him attractive would have been an understatement. He was as pretty as-- no prettier then any girl Yusuke had ever seen.

“What are you doing here?” Hiei spat without humor.

“Well there are only a few reasons to be on Hangman Island. Disdainfully, I‘m here on business,” the redhead responded impishly, “How about you, Hiei, business or pleasure?”

“Business,” Hiei answered sharply.

“That so? I won‘t keep you then,” the redhead said flippantly, turning to leave, but then he tossed back, “If you find yourself in the mood for the latter, come find me. I’ll be around most of the day.”

When he was gone Yusuke muttered, “What was that?”

“That was Captain Kurama the Red of the Rose-Lash Fury,” Hiei informed him.

“What?” Yusuke gaped, “But the Rose-Lash Fury has been plaguing the sea for nearly thirty years. And there’s no way that guy’s much older than me!”

“You’re sharper than you look, Prince,” Hiei smirked, “That Kurama is the second to command that ship. His name used to be Shuichi Minamino. Back then he was the lover of the original Captain Youko Kurama, also known as Kurama the Silver. When the Silver became wealthy enough, he decided to retire and bequeathed his name and ship to the Red.”

“Oh,” Yusuke said awed by the amount of information Hiei had just given him, “You sure know a lot about him, you guys old friends or something?”

Hiei paused in his stride and seemed thoughtful for a moment, then, “Know this, Prince; this world is different from the one you come from. And even though we may put on the airs of civility at times, remember everyone here is an enemy.”

Hiei led Yusuke on through the township. They eventually came to a building that looked in no way special. It was an inn/tavern/in-all-likelihood-brothel, in similar disrepair as the builds surrounding it. Yusuke followed Hiei inside and up to the bar where a pretty young girl with aqua blue hair was cleaning glasses. She had a fairy face with big sparkling red eyes that gave the illusion of purity and innocence. But her dress was cheap, trimmed with gaudy, frayed lace, and cut so low that the tops of her round little breasts spilled into clear view. She was a prostitute.

“Hiei, it’s been so long,” she greeted him as sweetly as a country maiden.

“Yukina,” Hiei responded somewhat awkwardly, “You look well. I trust your needs are being met here.”

“Oh yes. It’s nice tending the bar here with Miss Shizuru. And her bother comes by a lot to talk to me, he‘s real nice too,” she said, “Though, lately I’ve been getting letters from Koorime House. They say that my old clients have been missing me. They’ve been talking about calling me back and canceling my contract with you.”

Hiei snorted, “The hags are just trying to squeeze more money out of me. I already pay thrice the normal retainer on you. Trust me they won’t call you back. On that note, here. It’s a little something for you.” He handled a fair sized purse to her.

“You do too much for me Hiei,” she held the purse to her breast, “I feel bad that you won’t let me return the favor. You know I don’t mind--”

“It’s not necessary,” he cut her off, “But I did have another reason for coming here today, I’ve come to retrieve that thing I left in your care, the Maze Castle map.”

“The map,” she gasped. She glanced around as if she thought someone might be listening, “But I thought it was useless without the Makai Whistle and that’s in King Enma’s vaults.”

“King Enma is going to give me the whistle in exchange for his son,” Hiei smirked. He indicated Yusuke, “This is him right here.”

Yusuke exclaimed, “I thought we weren’t supposed to tell no one who I was!”

“I can trust Yukina,” Hiei told him shortly. Then to Yukina, “The map?”

“Right,” she said. She reached behind herself with both hands to tug at the back of her dress, much to both Hiei and Yusuke’s confusion. She wiggled a little and then plunged one hand down her shirt and like a magic trick, she pulled out her brassiere. She offered the undergarment to Hiei with a smile. He could only stare at the thing, completely mortified.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Yusuke murmured in awe. “Wait. Her bra‘s a map?”

“No silly, I sewed the map into my bra to keep it safe. No one would think to look there!” She laughed and forced the item into Hiei’s hand.

Yusuke was surprised to see Hiei blush as he shoved the undergarment into his pocket. He noticed her eyeing Yusuke with concern and assured her, “I will return him safely to his home once I get the Makai Whistle. I won’t have his blood on your conscience. And once I have the treasures of Maze Castle I’ll be powerful enough to buy out your tenure from Koorime House. You’ll be free to be whatever you want to be.”

“Oh Hiei, I already know what I want to be,” she hugged close to him, “I want to be a bride!”

“Er,” Hiei retreated a pace, “Yes, uh, and you will have a very lucky groom. Well, it’s been nice seeing you. I bid you goodbye. Come on, Prince.” He grabbed Yusuke by the arm and beat a quick retreat for the door.

Down the road a ways, he scowled at Yusuke, “What the hell are you grinning about?”

“Nothing,” Yusuke grinned, “Just who would have thought, the dreaded Captain Hiei, caught in the throws of a hopeless romance.”

“There is nothing romantic between me and that girl,” Hiei said indefinitely as he veered sharply into another building-- which was also a bar.

Yusuke hustled after him, saying, “Oh ready? Does she know that?”

Hiei tossed a copper onto the bar and was served a tumbler of whatever it was they had on tap. He took a long pull off of it before he said, “She’s young and maybe a little confused by the situation. Growing up in a brothel, she never learned that a man’s kindness isn’t necessarily connected to his cock.”

“I got to say, I‘m a little confused about the situation too,” Yusuke muttered.

Hiei tossed another copper onto the bar and nodded to the bartender to serve Yusuke. Yusuke took the drink and sipped it. It was sweet, mixed with cane sugar to cover the taste of the strong alcohol that burned as it washed down his throat. He continued, “Okay, lets pretend she’s not a… working girl and you’re not… you. She seems like a really nice girl and she’s pretty to boot.”

Hiei shook his head and took another pull off his drink, “I just can’t look at her like that.”

“Yeah, but why not?” Yusuke pressed.

Hiei drained his glass and slammed it down on the counter with a resounding thud, “You’re not going to let this go until I show you, are you?”

He stood up, tossed a hand full of coppers on the counter. The bartender chucked a small wooden plaque, bearing a red X, into his general direction. Hiei caught it with one hand. With the other hand he grabbed Yusuke’s collar and hauled him across the room and up a set of stairs. Upstairs, he hurled Yusuke through a curtained doorway. He hung the wooden plaque on a nail outside the door before stepping through the curtain himself.

“Take off your clothes,” he barked, eyes burning with severity

Yusuke started to protest, “You’ve got to be kidding--”

“Obey!” Hiei growled and started to advance on Yusuke.

“All right, I‘m doing it!” Yusuke held his hands up in surrender. Begrudging, he removed his jacket and tossed it on the floor. Then his shirt, shoes and pants, in moments Yusuke stood before Hiei, stark naked with his hands perched defiantly on his hips, ready for whatever Captain Hiei had in store for him--or so he thought. Hiei advanced on him, but just as he was a hairs breath from Yusuke, he dropped to his knees. Without warning he pressed his face into Yusuke’s lap, taking his flaccid manhood into his mouth.

Yusuke yelped, “What are you-- haah….”

It was unbelievable, being encased in that hot mouth and caressed by that slick tongue. And doubly unbelievable is that it was the dreaded Captain Hiei who was doing it! And he was good at it too. Yusuke gritted his teeth and willed himself not to feel it, not to notice how devilishly good it felt when Hiei flicked his tongue over the tip of his cock and wiggled it deviously in his sensitive slit. When Hiei cupped his balls in his dainty, but strong hand, he tried not to feel as though he was going to explode. But to no avail, it just felt too good. Yusuke could feel his manhood stirring to life and his resolve weakening.

“Oohh, that’s so…” Yusuke slipped.

“I see you‘re starting to get the picture,” Hiei smirked as he stood up and pushed Yusuke back toward the bed.

Once Yusuke was laid out on the lumpy wool and straw stuffed mattress, Hiei resumed his oral activities. Yusuke moaned out load as Hiei fondled his balls. Then his hand drifted down lower to trace light circles around his hole. Yusuke gasped. He remembered the last time Hiei touched him there. He remembered the sparks of pleasure he experienced when Hiei touched him inside. Before he could even think about what he was doing, Yusuke had opened his legs and Hiei thrust his fingers inside.

Yusuke immediately felt the pinching sensation associated with initial penetration, but this soon faded away as Hiei’s fingers deftly massaged his inner walls causing him to relax and allow farther intrusions. Suddenly the fingers were gone and the warm mouth left his cock. Yusuke opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them. Hiei was poised above him. Sweat glistened on his brow from tenuous restraint.

“Do we understand each other now, Prince?” Hiei husked.

Yusuke wasn’t sure if he did understand, he wasn’t even sure if there was anything to understand. But he was too far gone now to ask questions, so he nodded.

“Good,” Hiei leaned down and nipped briefly at his lips. Then he pressed his hips forward, slowly filling Yusuke.

Yusuke hadn’t noticed him unfasten his pants, but then again he had been rather distracted. He felt that familiar burn in his hips as Hiei’s girth stretched his passage. But it didn’t hurt as much this time, probably because he wasn’t resisting, in fact it felt somewhat good. It was like someone was pouring pure heat into him, filling him up with it. Hiei stilled, rested his damp forehead on Yusuke’s chest, panting heavily.

“You’re stopping?” Yusuke asked uneasily.

“Resting,” Hiei grunted, “It’s for your good, otherwise you won’t be able to walk out of here when we’re done-- and I sure as hell not going to carry you.”

“Oh,” Yusuke muttered lamely. He shifted his hips slightly, felt a small crackle of pleasure wash over his being. His cock jumped in response. It was so close. He knew he’d be beyond reasoning that once Hiei started moving.

He was right. Hiei moved. He seemed to aim his thrust straight for the spot that sent sparks flying in Yusuke’s brain. But how could he? He’d only done this once before with Yusuke. Was his memory of Yusuke’s body that good or was it just a lucky shot?

Hiei thrust again and Yusuke blurted out, “Oh!”

“Goodness Prince, don’t tell me… you’re actually enjoying this,” Hiei chuckled between thrusts.

“Sh-shut up!” Yusuke howled. It was good. It was so good-- too good! He tossed his head back and forth, gritted his teeth. His need for release was crushing him now. It was too much, he couldn’t control himself. He reached down to stroke his neglected member. He moaned, “Ohh-ahh, yes!”

Hiei kissed him on the chin, “That’s right, cry out as much as you want. I’ll kill anyone who dares mock you for it.”

“Yes… yes. Hhh, yes Hiei!” Yusuke came.

His release spurred Hiei on. He drove faster and harder into Yusuke’s body, seemingly unconcerned whether or not he hurt the boy. But it was anything but painful for Yusuke. His body felt every pleasurable thrust like a small aftershock to his orgasm, until Hiei stilled and came inside him with a deep lusty moan.

After that, Hiei slipped out of him and rolled to one side. He was asleep before his head rested on the pillow. Yusuke remained awake though. As his body’s heat cooled, his dismay grew. What the hell just happened? Captain Hiei just took his body for a second time, and what’s more, he made Yusuke give it up willingly!

“You demon,” Yusuke muttered to Hiei’s sleeping vestige.

“He is that, but a charming one,” a voice sounded from the curtained doorway causing Yusuke to jump out of his skin. It was that redheaded man from before-- what was his name?

“Kurama right?” Yusuke said franticly trying to hide his nudity.

“That’s right. And you are the Prince Koenma who has recently been kidnapped,” he said quickly as he strode into the room, picked up Yusuke’s discarded shirt and tossed it to him, “Now hurry up and get dressed. I’m not sure how long that drug will keep him out.”

“How do you know who I am?” (Or at least who he was pretending to be) Yusuke asked moments later as Kurama was leading him down the back stairway.

“I heard rumors, did a little poking around and then I saw you and didn’t recognize you as part of Hiei’s crew. I drew some conclusions and devised this little plan to… relieve him of your company,” Kurama told him. “I paid off the bartender to put a sleeping powder in his drink. Though it took longer to work than I thought it would. He must have been running on adrenaline since he was--”

“But why are you helping me?” Yusuke demanded.

“Let’s just say that I’m a romantic, rescuing a distressed prince and returning him to his worried people,” Kurama said whimsically, “And if they should wish to bestow me with a reward….”

“I get it,” Yusuke snorted, “You want to steal the ransom.”

“Tut-tut, ransoms are forced. Your people will pay me willingly,” Kurama told him, “That is, if they want to see you again. Anyway this is us. Welcome to the Rose-Lash Fury.”

They had come to the harbor where a beautiful, sleek ship was waiting. It was painted a vibrant green trimmed with swashes of deep red. If Yusuke hadn’t been told otherwise he would never have guessed it was a pirate ship. Kurama hurried him aboard. They were greeted by a large, blocky man. He was just about as wide as he was tall, with stubby legs and apishly long arms. His facial features were also apishly thick and his broad nose looked like it had been broken once. Apparently this man was the first mate.

“This is him?” The large man asked.
“The one and only, Mr. Genbu. Now, let’s get underway,” Kurama sent him to carry out the routine procedure of disembarking. Of course Kurama would want to be as far away from Hangman Island as possible when Captain Hiei woke up.

Yusuke thought briefly of Hiei the way he had been the last he saw him, sleeping peacefully after their lovemaking. A prang of guilt stabbed Yusuke in the chest. He felt almost like he’d betrayed Hiei by running away with Kurama. And that girl… they had been depending on the ransom they were going to get from him to free her of her tenure-- But then, he wasn’t really Koenma, so the king wasn’t going to fork over one of his treasures to save his hide. Shit, they’d probably already wrote him off and started planning his wake! Which wasn’t that absurd, because Hiei would have killed him the minute he found out he wasn’t Koenma. So it was a good thing he escaped… but what about this Kurama guy, was his situation with him any better than the one he‘d been in with Hiei?

Yusuke soon found, when Kurama took him to his personal quarters, undressed him and proceeded to wash his and Hiei’s semen off his thighs.

“You’re very fit,” Kurama noted, running a smooth hand over his hip, “I can see why Hiei lost his restraint. Actually I believe this is a first.”

“You mean he doesn’t unusually…” Yusuke gaped.

“Have sex with his captives?” Kurama chortled, “No. Nor have I heard of him having any other lovers. His passions are not easily stoked-- believe me, I‘ve tried.”

“You tried to… with Captain Hiei?!” Yusuke would have laughed if he wasn’t so shocked.

“Why not?” Kurama chuckled, “Look at him, he’s adorable. Plus could you just imagine how tight that little ass of his would fit around your cock.”

“Well there’s that,” Yusuke murmured, momentary becoming aroused by the idea. “But you’re so good looking!”

“Yet he was tempted by me, not a bit,” Kurama waved his hand dismissively, “But somehow you made him loose all control. Curious, no?”

“No… I mean yeah,” Yusuke stammered.

Kurama’s hands had long since finished washing him, but they continued to rove over his body. It made Yusuke very nervous, especially considering the provocative subject they were discussing. He was worried that Kurama might decide to use him in the same manner Hiei had. The idea wasn’t that appalling. After all, Kurama was probably the most beautiful man he‘d ever encountered. Of course Kurama was the one with power here, so he’d want to top, and that gave Yusuke pause. Only one man had ever entered Yusuke and that was Captain Hiei.

That had been so recent, Yusuke could still feel the soreness in his hips from where Hiei’s girth had stretched him. He could still almost feel the heat of the man’s body as he hovered over him. It had been so hot, at the time, though Yusuke barely registered his weight for the captain’s diminutive size. Yusuke sighed unconsciously caught up in the memory.

A soft chuckle roused him and he remembered with a sudden start that the one touching his body at the moment was Captain Kurama, not Hiei. It hit Yusuke as shock. Did he want it to be Hiei touching him? In his panicked retreat, Yusuke’s heel caught on a rug. He tripped and fell hard on his bottom.

“Gyyawhh!” Yusuke screamed as sharp pains lanced up his backside.

Kurama stood over him, looking very puzzled, but before he could say anything, a knock came at the door.

“Captain I brought the garments you requested,” a soft voice called from the hall.

“Ah perfect,” Kurama moved from Yusuke to open the door as if nothing had happened. He exchanged the clothes Yusuke had been wearing for the bundle the slight, blue haired man was carrying, “And burn these, Mr. Toya. They do not befit our guest. Thank you.”

He handed Yusuke the bundle and indicated a screen that he could change behind-- as if Yusuke wasn’t already naked and needed his modesty protected. Nonetheless Yusuke humored the pirate. He stepped behind the curtain and started to unbundle the garment.

“What the hell is this?!” He shouted in outrage.

“We do have a limited stock of fine clothing,” Kurama said nonchalantly, “And I won’t have you going around in rags s it’s this or nothing at all. Take your pick, either’s fine with me.

Yusuke growled deep in his throat and struggled into the clothing. Minutes later, he stepped out from behind the screen. “There, you happy?”

“Oh yes, indeed,” Kurama grinned with glee as he took in Yusuke in his new clothes.

The style was at the very top of fashion-- women’s fashion that is. Yusuke’s garment was a full multi-tiered gown of emerald colored silk and velvet, with a rich embroidery pattern on the bodice and expensive lace on cuffs, hem and around the neck line which would have been sexually revealing, but still respectful on a woman. The sailor who brought the dress also had the foresight to include a pair of silk stockings and a set of dainty green slippers.

“This is your idea of a joke or something?” Yusuke said bitterly.

“No, no joke,” Kurama strolled over and ran his fingers through Yusuke’s hair, removing the leather strip that held his dark locks back. He let the hair fall pleasingly over Yusuke’s shoulders and smiled, “No joke at all. You look ravishing, Your Highness.”

He wasn’t kidding at all, Yusuke realized with a fright. And he thought he had it bad with Captain Hiei. God knows what would happen to him now that he was in the hands of this Captain Kurama the Red. He was beginning to understand what people meant when they say someone’s jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire-- or in his case off of a dragon and into drag.

TBC…
A/N: Would have had this one up sooner, but I got distracted. And by distracted I mean my mother asked me if I knew how to hang a shelf w/o it being crooked or falling down. Cue Admiral Akbar: “It’s a trap!” Before I knew it I as hanging 8 four foot long shelves in my niece’s room. Anyway the plots moving along nicely, I think. I hope you all are enjoying this. Review please. Lots of fun coming, next time.