Centennial

Centennial
Adaptation Part One

“I’m going to count to three, young man, and you’d better be out of that tree,” Yusuke said to the feisty red haired child up in the tree, called Yoru. Kurama named him that when Yoru was “his.”

After Hiei left them with the children, they decided it would be best for them to each claim a child and take care of it. They of course picked the one that most resembled themselves, assuming that child was genetically closer to them. Kurama picked the red haired one, Yoru, and Yusuke took the raven haired child, Hiru.

But then twenty-four hours later, they discovered that looks could be deceiving. Yoru may have looked like Kurama, but he was Yusuke all over again, running around and climbing on everything-- yes under a week old and already he knew how to run and climb. Demon children, apparently, become mobile very fast. Yoru fought Kurama on everything. Kurama tried to feed him and wound up wearing half of it. Kurama tried to bath him and came out of the tub wetter than the child. And if Kurama thought he could dress him without a fight…. Yusuke lost count of how many times he saw a naked baby come running through the house squealing and laughing with a disheveled Kurama on his bear little tail.

Not that Yusuke had any better luck with Hiru. Hiru would get into anything he could reach, boxes, cabinets, sacks of flour. And then there was the hiding. If Yusuke took his eyes off that kid for even a second, he was gone. And when he was found he’d exclaim Da’ or Pa’-- Yusuke or Kurama, respectively-- and giggle like it was some sort of game. Kurama told Yusuke these things were just signs of an active and inquisitive mind.

It was at that time that they realized that Hiru was more like Kurama and Yoru was more Yusuke, so they switched babies. It was now three days later and they were coming to realize that they erred once again with their divisions.

Yusuke hollered up the willow tree, “One two thr--EEEH!” A whip-like tendril suddenly lashed out, slapped around his ankle and then snapped him off the ground like a small animal caught in a snare. Little Yoru was kicking his feet up in the air, laughing hysterically.

“Kurama!” Yusuke yelled.

Instantly the redhead came rushing out onto the patio. He had to stifle a laugh at seeing Yusuke dangling upside down from a tree. “Really, Yusuke,” Kurama shook his head.

“Hey, it’s your fault, he’s all wired up cuz you let him get a hold of your coffee,” Yusuke accused.

“I didn’t ‘let him’ do anything,” Kurama defended. “You’re little scamp got into it while I was taking care of Hiru.” He made a vague gesture and the limb dropped him. It was only a few inches from the ground, but the indignantly of being dropped was still there. Another gesture and the limb swooped up and nabbed the misbehaving child. Kurama smirked superiorly as the child dropped into Yusuke’s arms.

“Where is Hiru by the way?” Yusuke returned.

The fox’s face fell and he rushed back into the house. Yusuke followed him. Kurama looked around,” Shoot, I left him right here. He‘s playing hide and seek again.”

“Here,” Yusuke handed Yoru to Kurama. He placed his hand beneath his armpit and lowered his elbow, producing a short fart sound. Immediately a giggle came from inside the credenza. Yusuke walked over, opened the doors and found little Hiru huddled between a stack of DVD’s and magazines. Yusuke took him out and placed him on the couch.

“Figures, he’d have to have you’re sense of humor,” Kurama muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh come on, you think it’s funny too,” Yusuke chuckled. He made the farting sound again, “Huh? Huh?” He played his armpit. Kurama’s face cracked and he laughed. Yusuke cheered, “Victory!”

“Fine, it’s funny. But mark my words before these children are grown, they will be exposed to more highbrow influences,” Kurama told him as he placed Yoru down next to Hiru. Hiru yawned and cuddled up next to his brother. In minutes they were both asleep.

“We should take them up to the crib,” Kurama said.

“No, if we move them too soon they’ll wake up,” Yusuke cautioned him. “Better let it simmer for a bit, make sure the nap takes good and hard.”

Kurama sank down into the chair, “Of course. Five minutes should do it.”

“Yeah,” Yusuke perched on the arm next to Kurama, not wanting to disturb the couch in any way. “They sure are cute when they’re sleeping. They’re cute awake too, but just not as, ya know, easy.”

“You don’t think you can keep this up indefinably?” Kurama said with a lifted brow, wondering if this was sign of Yusuke relenting.

Most certainly not! Yusuke puffed up, “Pssh. Try and stop me!”

Most men would have glowered at a rival’s determination, but Kurama actually found himself smiling. Why not? Yusuke’s tenacity was one of the traits that Kurama most admired in him, that and his outgoing, never-look-before-you-leapt personality. He was almost Kurama’s opposite and those differences is what made them such close friends. But that was before they started competing for Hiei’s affections.

Kurama said nostalgically, “Remember the old times with me, you and Hiei? Remember how we used to hang out and joke around and there was no jealously between us?”

“Good times,” Yusuke breathed closing his eyes as if he were imaging it.

“I would like it if it could be like that again,” Kurama said, “It could be, though if you’d just relent to giving Hiei up.”

“No way!” Yusuke exclaimed. He stifled his voice, looked at the children to make sure his outburst hadn’t woken up. He continued in a softer voice, “Why don’t YOU give him up?”

“Because he needs someone and I’d be good for him,” Kurama appalled at the idea.

“And I wouldn’t be?” Yusuke challenged.

“I didn’t say that,” Kurama said, mindful that he might hurt his friend’s feelings. “I’d just be better.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“Well that’s a biased opinion.”

“Well maybe we ought to have a more through comparison,” Kurama said and it sounded like he had something in mind.
* * *
For the past week Hiei might as well have been chained to his desk in his Alaric office, working on a three month old paperwork backup. Mukuro could have set up a replacement for him during his leave, but she didn’t. Instead she just saved his work for the last three months so she could force him to do it in the event of his return. It was a punishment, Hiei decided, for neglecting to inform her that he wouldn’t be returning right away.

Hiei tapped in the last field on his computer screen, submitted it to the data bank and then stamped the original paper report, indicating that it was entered, and set it in the OUT tray. Someone would come to collect and file them later. There was still a pile a foot high in his IN tray. He sighed and picked up another.

“Working your way through it, I see,” Mukuro said, appearing in his doorway.

Hiei growled at her, “This is why I preferred field work.”

“If you’re going to be demon king someday, you’ll have to understand bureaucracy,” he told him patently. She added with a smirk, “Though I suppose your aspirations for power are on hold now. Raising your ‘little demons’ and all.”

“Laugh it up while you can, woman. One of those little demons just might grow up strong enough to destroy you,” Hiei warned.

“Sorry. It’s just that I know you so well and I have trouble imagining you with a baby,” she said.

“Understandable. If this had happened a few years ago I might have thought about just abandoning the kids like so many demon world parents do. Couldn’t screw them up any more than if I raised them,” Hiei said it causally, but idea of leaving his own flesh and blood to the wilds of Makai made him recoil internally. “Kurama and Yusuke would never let me do that anyway.”

“Oh yes, Kurama and Yusuke. You have issues on that front too,” she said. Did she have to know everything about him? “You know, I could have someone else finish this work and let you go back to them. Or do you want to go?

Hiei paused, “I… haven’t come to a resolution yet.”

“You’re not going to come by one, buried in this paperwork,” Mukuro tapped the off button on Hiei’s computer, “I have a little errand that needs to be run all the way on the other side of the territory. Its long trip, good for clearing the head.”

It was a delivery job. A small party of Mukuro’s men had inadvertently stumbled onto the hidden ruins of a priory containing an artifact that once belonged to an order known only as the Academy. Hiei had heard of them. They weren’t quiet isolationist, but also not too involved in affairs outside their order. They were witches and powerful ones at that. Friends like that could be useful. Hiei could see way Mukuro would want to return their artifact to them.

The little object in its box was beside the point. Hiei knew this trip was all about giving him lots of idle time to work out his personal problems. That is, the decision of whom he should spend the rest of his life with, Yusuke or Kurama.

Both of them have been quite satisfying in their own ways, as allies, sparing partners, and later as lovers. That was where Hiei went wrong, taking them as lovers. It was the hormones of his pregnancy that drove him to such imprudent actions. He had actually begged for sex, he remembered-- no wonder Yusuke and Kurama got so heated. Hiei could well appreciate the lure of having a strong and prideful a demon at your feet, pleading to be dominated.

Hiei’s libido was running on its normal levels again. He wondered then if Yusuke and Kurama would still find him attractive when he’s not a wanton little slut. No delusions, Yusuke and Kurama could do a lot better than him. He was short, ill-tempered, and often told he was ugly. Maybe it would be better if their desire for him evaporated along with his hormones. And then things would go back to normal?

Oh but it wasn’t that simple either. He had his little demons now. Both Yusuke and Kurama had become their sires. The fools were probably pretty attached to the runts now that they’d spent a couple of weeks caring for them. They would be competing not just for their claims on his ass, but also custody of their children.

“Maybe it would be easier if I never went back,” Hiei said idly to himself. Idle thoughts of parenthood and romance vanished in the next second when Hiei’s foot fell on an innocent looking patch of ground and it exploded underneath him.

Hiei was vaguely aware of long digits closing like a vise around his ankle. In one painful tug, he was yanked from the dirt that had half buried him alive. Hiei coughed and spit dirt as a blurry shadow passed over him. He was thin and evidently tall even though he was crouching, pale with long dark hair, so familiar. A delicate white fang flashed as his perfect pale lips curled up in a smirk. Oh, that was it, Hiei realized. He didn’t recognize this man because he was used to seeing him in a mask. But that man was dead so this couldn’t be… Karasu?
* * *
“It has become apparent that making Hiei chose between us is not necessarily the fairest thing to do,” Kurama informed their three visitors, Kuwabara, Shizuru, and Yukina. “It’s not fair to Hiei, the children or us. So we decided that we should hold a competition, a series of events to prove who the better man is. The loser of these events will step down and allow the winner sole claim to court Hiei.”

“Uh, and what does that have to do with us?” Kuwabara acted dubiously.

“We needed unbiased judges,” Yusuke told him.

“I was afraid you were gonna say that,” Kuwabara hung his head.

Shizuru grinned, “Sounds fun, where do we start?”

“I don’t know if Hiei would appreciate you two making his decisions for him,” Yukina shook her head, “But I suppose this is all we can do, seeing that you two can’t just learn to live with each other.”

“We have our judges then,” Kurama clapped his hands, “Since the winner of these games will be the official father of our children, the first set of events will baby based.”

Event one was diaper changing, Hiru and Yoru saw to that. The competitors changed their respective babies. Kurama started off shaky. He forgot the wet-wipes and had to leave Hiru bare-bottomed while he fetched them.

“I thought you had it lost when the squirt started to squirt, but you really pulled it out with that diaper block you did.” Kuwabara said excitedly.

Yusuke didn‘t get any surprises, but, “You made one fatal error,” Yukina pointed out, “You should never stand in front of a baby while changing. Always stand at behind the head or to the side because you never know when there might be projectile pooh-pooh.”

But what really cost him was his poor taping. The diaper was too loose for such an active child and would leak. The point went to Kurama and they moved on to the next event; Playtime. After an hour of watching Kurama and Yusuke interact with their children, the judges ruled it a tie. Each knew the type of play enjoyed by their child. There was doubt, however, that they’d do so well if they had to entertain both children.

On to feeding, Kurama dominated that event. He chose a good balance of foods, made mealtime enjoyable, while being clear that it was not play time, and the kid ate most of what he was given, the judges noted. Then they turned to Yusuke and Yoru, who seemed to have more food on him than in him. Thank goodness the next event is bath time.

But then bath time was Yusuke’s time to shine. He made bath time a fun time, while Kurama was too concerned about splashing, water on the floor. Yusuke won that event as well as the clothing event with his scrunch-garment and poke-limb-through technique. But then he fouled up in the final event, nap time, when he just couldn’t Yoru to go down for his nap. Kurama was the winner of the baby games.

But they weren’t done yet, raising the family was only one necessary skill. So, next up were the domestic events. They each scoured a room to test their cleaning abilities. They sorted through drawers and cupboards to demonstrate their organizational skills. And they clipped pictures from décor magazines to prove their decorating prowess.

Yusuke did surprisingly well through these events, much better than the three judges had expected, considering how his mother kept her house. He had a really good sense of color and where things belonged. Unfortunately Kurama was just a little better. It looked like Kurama was going to take the domestic title as well. But then, the cooking portion was staged.

They each prepared a meal for their guests. Yusuke made pan fried chicken with roasted potatoes, a green bean casserole, topped with those crunchy onion things, and pecan ice-cream for desert. Kurama prepared basil salmon over pasta with a side of garlic bread and chocolate brownies for desert.

Yukina said, “Your food is good Kurama, I don’t think main course would really conform to the simple tastes of children-- or Hiei. Yusuke‘s menu appeals to both mature adults, children and Hiei.”

“Sorry to say this, your food pairings were kinda predicable and sort of lacked luster compared to the variety of flavors Urameshi brought to the table,” Kuwabara said apologetically.

Then without remorse Shizuru added, “What were you thinking with those brownies? I mean sure, they were okay brownies-- but after salmon?”

Yusuke’s cooking skills scored him enough points to overtake Kurama in the domestic events. Kuwabara concluded, “Well it looks like Kurama’s the better mother and Urameshi’s the better wife.”

“Both are, of course equally important,” Yukina added, “So it looks like you two are evenly matched.”

“Looks like you’ll have to find another way to settle your differences,” Shizuru laughed as they made their exit, “Thanks of the free meal and entertainment though!”

The two glowered as they watched them go. Kurama said, “There is still one thing, a very important thing that remains to be tested. And the children are asleep.”

“Huh?” Yusuke didn’t quite get his drift.

“I’m talking about ‘adult time’,” Kurama said with a smirk, “That is, sex. That’s our tie breaker. The better lover wins.”

“How the heck are we gonna test that?” Yusuke’s face fell as he finally caught that drift, “No….”

Kurama spread his hands, “If this little thing bothers you, then that just goes to show--”

“Fine, let’s do it!” Yusuke could never balk a challenge.

They adjourned to Kurama’s bedroom. Kurama didn’t stop to mince words, but immediately reached to unbutton the front of his pressed button down shirt. He could have made a real show of it, but he didn’t bother, believing that Yusuke wouldn’t have been impressed with the display.

Yusuke was impressed a little, however. For as long as he‘d known Kurama, he‘d never seen him with his shirt off. “Whoa. I, uh, didn’t picture you being so well built.” He eyed Kurama’s chiseled pectoral muscles blending back into strong shoulders and sinewy arms.

Kurama scored on him. He smirked, “What did you think I looked like under these clothes?” He slipped the material off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He swayed his hips unnecessarily, to draw Yusuke’s gaze down to his firm, flat belly and trim hips.

“Well, I…” Yusuke was visibly distracted-- aroused, in fact. Kurama could see the swelling bulge in Yusuke’s jeans and nearly declared victory, but then he noted the sheer SIZE of that bulge-- and it wasn’t even full yet. Oh he could only imagine what that type of endowment could offer.

Yusuke chuckled, noticing where the fox’s green eyes were fixed. A point for Yusuke, they were even now.

“Technique is the most important thing,” Kurama sniffed, “So let’s say we start somewhere simple, like kissing and maybe some light caressing, work our way up from there.”

“No problem,” Yusuke snorted as he lifted his tee-shirt over his head, revealing his beautifully carved abdomen.

Kurama had, of course, seen it before and was ready for it. He strolled up to Yusuke and placed his hand on his cheek, ever so lightly. He knew this move would build the anticipation as he deliberately led Yusuke’s mouth to his. The moment their lips met it would spell fireworks and Yusuke’s defeat.

But then so suddenly he couldn’t react, Yusuke took the initiative, pushing him back roughly to tumble down on the bed. Before he even came down from his first bounce, Yusuke was on top of him, kissing him hard and deep until he thought his lungs were going to burst from lack of air! It was fantastic.

It was an animalist lust that drove him obviously. As demon his lusts would be great and ferocious. However, his former relationship with Keiko had been a tragically chaste one, leaving Yusuke little or no experience in exercising said lusts.

Kurama arched his hips, bringing his hard arousal into sharp contact with Yusuke’s. Yusuke gasped, “AH!” His head jerked back.

Kurama used the opportunity to take back the initiative. He shot forward and latched onto Yusuke’s neck, kissing and sucking at delicate flesh from hollow behind his ear to the top of his collarbone. He threaded his fingers into Yusuke’s silky black hair and gripped it tightly to keep him from escaping and subsequently turning the tables on him. The measure rapidly became superfluous as Kurama’s ministrations worked their magic on Yusuke. His eyes rolled back into his head, his hips began to ungulate with a will of their own. Kurama nearly won, but then he made a grave mistake.

With a smirk, he pulled back and looked into Yusuke’s face, his flushed face with his anxious, embarrassed, yet pleading expression. It had gone beyond mere competition, he didn’t want to stop-- he needed to keep going. Kurama had done it to him, aroused him to the point of no return, so Kurama won? No. Because upon seeing Yusuke’s face Kurama experienced a tingle that passed through his body and settled in his crotch. Now he was at the point of no return.

With nothing else in mind but the desire that burned in his body, Kurama unfastened Yusuke’s jeans and worked them down to his thighs. It was easy since Yusuke was kneeling astride his thighs. He stroked Yusuke’s hip, ran his palm over his buttock. When his fingers dipped into his crevasse, Yusuke gasped, “What are ya doing?”

“I’m going to prepare you,” Kurama told him evenly, “Ah, you‘ve never had this done to you before? I should have figured so much,” Kurama said lapping at one of Yusuke’s nipples which were placed conveniently at his eye level. Yusuke shivered. His hole fluttered delightfully against Kurama’s fingertip. “Perhaps you can’t handle it.”

“Hey, I can handle anything you can throw at me!” Yusuke protested.

“I’m not so sure. It’s a pretty intense experience,” Kurama hummed.

“I said I can handle it, so give it to me!” Yusuke demanded.

“Have it you’re way,” Kurama said and pressed his finger in.

“That feels… hmmm… funny,” Yusuke hummed distractedly, wiggled experimentally on the digit.

“Yes, it will,” Kurama gasped trying to retain his composer. Yusuke had no idea how sexy his naiveté was! “I warn you, it will hurt a little in a minute. But bear with me; it will get good real soon.”

He proved his point when he added a second finger. Yusuke felt the discomfort at being stretched. He buried his face in Kurama’s hair, tried to hold back the tears that were forming at the corners of his eyes. His body was trembling and not just because of the pain. As Kurama promised the pain was quickly ebbing, being replaced by a sensation, like hot lava, flowing down his spine to settle between his legs. He couldn’t stop trembling and he couldn’t stop the small whine that grew in his throat. He would have been embarrassed, but his capacity for the emotion would have been lost in the sea of sensations Kurama was putting him though.

After an indeterminable length of time, Kurama deemed Yusuke ready for the next faze. He gently maneuvered him off his lap to stand on the floor. It was temporary, only long enough for Kurama to push his pants the rest of the way down and off. Now completely naked, Kurama guided Yusuke back on to the bed. He removed his own pants deviously, so that Yusuke wouldn’t even notice his exposed sex, until it posed to move into him.

Kurama covered Yusuke’s body with his own, intermediately touching his firm body and kissing his heated face. Ordinarily this is when Kurama would inquire, “Ready?” But this was no ordinary liaison. He pressed his hips forward.

“Whoa-oh!” Yusuke gasped. Kurama continued to press forward. Yusuke gripped the sheets and whined, “Nyh!” He felt so full with Kurama. And Kurama was so hot as he filled him, making him feel both broken and complete at the same time. Kurama wasn’t just blowing smoke when he said it was an intense experience.

Kurama stilled himself when his was completely seated in Yusuke. He hissed. Yusuke was so tight. But that was a given, being virginal in this particular act. But once again, it was his face that got him. He looked as if he were about to cry with his dark glassy eyes and his trembling lips. Kurama couldn’t help it, he had to lean down and kiss those lips.

Slowly, Yusuke opened his mouth for Kurama’s questing tongue, and then steadily he began to reciprocate the kiss. That was when Kurama started to rock his hips. In no time they moved beyond tentative exportation and Kurama was pounding his hips into Yusuke, while Yusuke cried out, “Oh yes yes! Give it to me fox-boy! Give it to me!”

“Just try to stop me!” Kurama shouted in replay.

Yusuke’s need for completion soon overtook him. He reached for his cock with intentions of stroking himself off, but then Kurama batted it away, demanding, “Let me.”

He wrapped his deceptively slender fingers around Yusuke’s manhood and pulled. Yusuke was more then willing to let Kurama do all the work by now. He threw his head back and moaned as raw pleasure washed over him. He had been deprived of these sensations for so long that when he came, he came hard, spraying his essence all up his belly and chest. He could have sworn that some of it splashed onto his face as well.

Yusuke’s clinching body was so good. Kurama wished it would never end. But on the other hand he needed disparately to finish. Kurama increased his pace, cursing under his breath. He came soon enough, partly inside Yusuke. He pulled out, watched a thin stream of fresh cum dribble out of Yusuke’s hole.

Yusuke seemed completely unaware of it, as he was unaware of the sexy blush on his face. And those little rivers of cum running down his body, leading back to their point of origin, his now spent cock, resting cutely between his wantonly spread legs. It was almost like he was inviting Kurama to enter him again.

But Kurama was spent and looking at the spectacle that was Yusuke, dejected. He sat back on his thighs and muttered, “I’ve lost.”

“What you mean you lost?” Yusuke piped. He added glumly, “If anyone lost it’s me. Damn it, I can’t even compare to how skilled and sexy you are. I was trying to out sex you, but wound up getting all hot and bothered. I mean I let you fuck me!”

“Let me or not, I would have fucked you either way-- do you have any clue how cute you were?” Kurama said sternly.

“If I was cute it was only because you made me that way,” Yusuke waved his hands in the air, “Or something like that. You know what I mean!”

After a long moment of silence, Kurama licked his lips and said, “I’d really like to do it again.”

Yusuke nodded numbly, “Me too.”

Kurama leaned forward, pressing his lips to Yusuke’s. Yusuke folded his arms around Kurama’s neck as they sunk down onto the bed. Meanwhile two mischievous little demons, peered though a cracked door. They giggled and high-fived.
* * *
Hiei awoke, reflecting on bizarre dream. He dreamt that on his way to carrying out some pointless mission for Mukuro. He had been blown up and then he saw a man that for all reason should be dead. As Hiei’s consciousness waxed, he began to realize how tired he felt and how swore his body was. Then there was a chuckle from the other side of the room. He was not alone.

Hiei exclaimed, “Karasu?! But, you’re dead! I saw Kurama make a flowerpot out of you!”

A wicked smile crossed his handsome face, “Are you sure of that?”

“Ye-- wait, there’s some trick here,” Hiei said wisely, “You can’t be the real Karasu. The real Karasu wore a mask because his abilities were too much for him to control. You’re a fake.”

“The mask, yes, I grew beyond my need for it a long time ago. I can assure you, am the genuine article,” Karasu told him, “It was the one you saw in the ring that day that was fake. Let me explain. My associate, Bui and I were, more or less captives of the Toguro brothers. They permitted us to live so long as we continued to grow stronger, the prospect of destroying them being the incentive to do so.

“Unlike Bui, I became disenchanted by the idea of defeating them. No matter how strong we grew, they grew stronger. They never anticipated that we’d become a real threat to them-- if it had been otherwise, I have little doubt they would have destroyed us first. Thus my desire shifted from victory to freedom. The Dark Tournament provided the perfect opportunity.

“You know that I create bombs with my aura, but I am not limited to them. Before the Dark Tournament, I put all my skill and energy into creating a replica of myself, just as strong and craftily as myself. My faked demise would not have been convincing if my clone died too easily. So I also needed as strong opponent. That’s way I chose and provoked Kurama.

“Ah and what an opponent he was! I watched the fight from a TV in demon world. He was beautiful, the way the bombs I left with my clone ripped his flesh and splattered his blood. And then the death he gave me-- inspired! I had never seen a more beautiful flower than the one he grew from my flesh.”

Hiei stared at him blankly, “Yeah, you’re Karasu, all right.”

Karasu slid uncomfortably close to Hiei, “Anyway, now that I’ve validated my identity, aren’t you a little curious about your predicament?” He fingered a set of bands on Hiei’s wrists. They were a silvery metal with a sheen that looked like oil on water-- titanium maybe-- and elaborately etched. Hiei hadn’t notice them until that point.

“Talk,” Hiei said resigned.

“Well, I suppose I should tell you your capture was not very premeditated. I was on my way to visit the Academy. They refine a high quality quarts powder that I use as a catalyst in my timed detonated creations, when I glimpsed you. I nearly passed you up, but the more I looked at you the more I thought I just had to have you. So I set a little trap and here we are.

“These things,” he fingered the bands on Hiei’s wrists again, “Are Aura Drainers. As the name might suggest, they drain your aura, keep you weak and… manageable. Don’t confuse them with Aura Dampeners which suppress your aura, trapping it inside you. These bleed your aura off into the atmosphere. They have no limit like a dampener, so don‘t get clever thinking you can overload them with brute energy. It won’t work. Also if you try to run, I can trigger them to drain you unconscious.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t attach a bomb to me,” Hiei said snidely.

Karasu returned, “I would have, but I know you’re just obstinate enough to blow yourself up rather than let me have my way.”

“And what the hell do you think you can get from me?” Hiei said smoothly, “If you think you can use me get your psycho mitts on Kurama, I’m afraid to tell you he wouldn’t care.” Hiei lied.

“Even if that was my intent, the fox is way too smart of that,” Karasu said, moving his hands intently up Hiei’s forearms. Hiei frowned, a very bad feeling dawning over him. “And anyway who said that the fox had to be my sole interest? You know when I first saw you I thought you were just some shrimpy pretender, but then you stood toe to toe with Bui-- the man who had trained his aura beyond a level his flesh could contain. He was so proud of that power, but then you came along and brushed him aside like a fly. Ah, I remember that frustrated look on his face, now that was a thing of beauty!”

“If your memory’s so sharp than you would know the foolishness you’ve committed, caging me,” Hiei growled.

“Not so,” Karasu laughed, “Like I said, I’ve grown a lot since last our paths crossed. And need I remind you of these trinkets, they will keep you docile regardless.”

“My ass!” Hiei roared. He boosted his energy-- Karasu had told him it would do little good, but like he was going to just take his word for it! He made a lunge for Karasu’s throat, with every intention of ripping it out. The tall dark man nimbly sidestepped him. Hiei spun and made another go for it, but was evaded once again.

“What is this?” Hiei hissed to himself. He was quicker than this. Way was he so sluggish? It dawned on him as an inexcusable fatigue settled over him. The bracelets really were draining him. Hiei dropped to his knees. He was vaguely aware of the cool hands that came to prop him up, Karasu’s hands.

“Did I lie?” Karasu chuckled into his ear. His hot tongue darted out to caress the conch of his ear. Hiei would have slapped him, but his arms felt like they were made of lead. He barely even had the energy to shutter when he felt his pants being lowered and the cool air hit his buttock, promptly followed by a hot swollen organ.

Karasu pressed against his entrance. Hiei gritted his teeth, refused to cry out as his dick slowly pushed past his burning muscles. He’d passed two babies through there not too long ago, but since then the ointment Kurama had given him had shrunken his hole back up to virginal tightness. Hiei cursed that concoction now as Karasu’s invading cock stretched his backside, nearly to the point of ripping.

Karasu’s hand reached around his front to fondle his cock and balls. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that they were limp and shriveled. Hiei was in far too much pain to get aroused. Hiei let his face fall onto the covers. He took in a mouth full of pillow to muffle out his sobs as Karasu continued to rape him. Karasu came inside him, of course, and it burned. He laid Hiei down on his side and cuddled up behind him in a perverse mockery of tenderness.

“You’re a lousy screw,” Hiei choked out rebelliously.

“I’ll be better when you’re cooperating,” he replied smoothly. “And you really should start to cooperate, seeing that we’ll be doing this often.” He nibbled at Hiei’s jaw, making his way to his lips.

“I will bite your tongue out,” Hiei told him before he could connect their lips.

“What a spirit,” Karasu said delightedly, “I’m greatly going to enjoy breaking it.”

“Fool,” Hiei hissed, “Even if I can’t escape these confounded things, do you think no one will come looking for me. I’m a VIP in Mukuro’s company; do you think she’ll just let you have me?”

“You have a point, but… if I were to have a decimate claim on you that supersedes hers,” Karasu mused.

Hiei snorted, “They only way that would be it if I were your child or--” Hiei said too much.

Karasu smiled, “If you were my wife. Hiei you will marry me?”
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TBC…
A/N: The kid’s names Yoru and Hiru, mean night and day. I thought it was appropriate. Well, see ya next time.