Title: Growth of a Spirit Detective
Author: Azalea J.
Beta: Amymcclair
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Hiei / Yusuke, Kurama / Yusuke, Hiei / Yusuke / Kurama, slight Hiei / Kurama
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):. Coarse Language, Explicit LEMON, Slight Angst, Rim, Anal, Oral, SoloM, Voy, SLIGHT blood play [but not really...], misuse of botany.
Word Count: Approx. 9 600

A/N: A reminder that warnings are chapter-specific, and you should read them if you are squeamish about certain things…


Growth of a Spirit Detective

Chapter Three

Help him, Hiei.

Hiei offered a silent nod through their link in assurance and withdrew back to himself. He knew Kurama wanted to be there, not just to help out an old comrade, but also - despite what the fox “thought” he knew - because secretly, Kurama still wanted Yusuke.

Hiei, however, had offered first, and Kitsune were loyal.

But it wasn’t just the fox. Lately, Hiei’s own thoughts had been less than chaste on the subject of the detective.

Lately? Feh! You’ve always wanted a piece of his ass.

He wouldn’t deny that, and he had a hunch the fox knew as well.

Not that either would ever consider giving up each other.

The Koorime glanced at the sky. If he went through with this – it wasn’t that he didn’t want to; by Enma, he wanted that ass – but there were so many things complicating the matter. Yusuke for one, despite his demon heritage, was still mostly ningen - heat was foreign and… animal to him. And if Hiei wasn’t prepared to take care of him during and after the fact, then Yusuke might withdraw further into himself. That was not an option.

Also, Yusuke’s personality alone wouldn’t like it one bit if, once he’d regained his senses, he found Hiei had only fucked him to “help”, without any ulterior motives or wanting anything more.

But then, he’d also be pissed off if there were ulterior motives.

No, Yusuke would rather suffer through his heat than have Hiei step in.

And also… the detective couldn’t have just him - he’d have to settle for both him and the fox. While Hiei didn’t think this was a particular problem, how to go about getting the detective comfortable with that was another matter entirely.

He knew these were all problems with simple and obvious solutions- or weren’t really problems at all, but still, he sat and pondered; going over everything and re-thinking scenarios as the day waned. Determined to find some flaw and fix it now, instead of having to work through it really fast in the heat of the moment.

The sun had nearly set, making the sky purple with its setting light. The desert sand looked deep amber in the fading light, and Raizen’s keep in the distance looked at once inviting and quite dangerous.

The night breeze wafted in cool and comforting through the stifling air of the day, and Hiei breathed out slowly through his mouth.

The faint scent of Yusuke’s heat was still in his nose, cloying and addictive. He knew if he returned now, when the smell was at its most potent, he wouldn’t have a chance in hell at resisting his own urges, and indeed, of thinking at all logically.

Of course, he was way past the “what-if” stage.

---

Yusuke moaned and his chest heaved in his sleep. He was caught between a nightmare and a wet dream and couldn’t discern which was which. Finally he sobbed awake, panting and clutching at the covers, soaked with sweat.

He sat up and moaned, struggling to remain upright as the sheets dragged along his erect member.

“Fuck.” He groaned, and sank back into the pillows. He was still naked and realized blearily that it had only been a few hours since he’d fallen asleep - it had felt like weeks.

Weeks of blood and anguish and murder and disembowelment and… Kurama.

He moaned as his dick twitched in memory.

And Hiei.

He cried out, and his hand shot to grab at his dick, pressing down firmly to stop the sensation of plunging deep into that tight... hot- “AH!” Yusuke clutched harder - even through the sheets he was so sensitive…

Why am I so hard?

He couldn’t help it. It felt so good, and it had been so long - and if he didn’t do something soon Yusuke was sure he’d burst.

Fuck it!

Firmly he grasped himself through the sheets and started to tug and rub himself harshly, gasping as he got harder and drew nearer and nearer his climax.

But nothing he did could reach it! Growing so hot that he couldn’t take it, Yusuke kicked the sheets from the bed and rolled onto his stomach, biting his lower lip hard enough that a small drop of blood ran over, and trickled down his chin. Propping his head in the crook of his left arm, Yusuke leveled his ass in the air and started pumping himself desperately, pushing back into his own hand and using gravity to his full benefit. He bit at the sheet beneath his arm to stop the ragged breaths passing from his lips from getting too loud. Blood smeared but he didn’t notice; couldn’t notice.

He wasn’t sure exactly why he was trying to be silent; only a fuzzy thought of someone walking in on him and somehow coming to the conclusion that that would be a bad thing kept him from screaming out his anguish.

What about Hiei? Would it be bad if he walked in on you?

Yusuke moaned and shut his eyes, reminded again of plunging into the tight demon, feeling the heat and friction of him - seeing that bobbing dick and having the inane urge to lick it.

...And Kurama?

Having the demon suck him off, that fucking tongue.

Yusuke blushed at his own thoughts. He’d had wet dreams before - thoughts of touching Keiko intimately and later of fucking faceless, nameless guys - but never anything this… explicit.

And never anything concerning Hiei or Kurama…

Working his head deeper into his arm, Yusuke opened his eyes and watched his hand pump his own cock. His chest heaved, and the muscles in his legs strained to keep his ass high enough off the bed for his hand to work.

His dick was slick and fully turgid, the head an angry purple. His chest was sweaty and his Mazoku marks fairly gleamed.

He was close - so close. But he couldn’t… couldn’t quite...

Gasping he pumped harder, but no matter what he did, how firm or his loose his grip, how much he thrust and arched and held his breath; he couldn’t cum.

Exhaustion finally won over, and his legs crumpled. Gasping he fell to the bed, his hand and dick mashed beneath him as everything stopped, and he just breathed; just gulped in air and struggled to ignore the stinging in his eyes.

He was so hard it hurt - literally hurt. He could feel his dick throbbing from where it was crushed between his hand, the bed, and his own belly.

Confused, nearly mindless with his desire to cum, Yusuke started to pump his hips into the bed and his hand, the friction so tight it would have had him cumming in seconds normally - only something was wrong.

Gazing up at the wall, not really seeing it, Yusuke gasped hotly and could only think of cumming, and that not being able to right now wasn’t right, something was wrong; and all he could do was hump his arm and sob.

---

Glancing into Houkoshin’s office as he passed, Hiei was pleased to find the room vacant.

Pausing to sniff the air, He felt his insides cramp as the musk of a familiar scent wafted into his nose. It was Yusuke, all detective and Mazoku - and yet more. He almost drooled, the scent lifting his senses and blurring his vision; but he shook his head and carried on. Best to keep his senses while he could - he’d lose them soon enough and wouldn’t fight that, but hopefully not until he’d gotten the detective to accept his situation…

Making his way up the stairs and along the landing to the detectives room, ignoring the scent as it intensified and lured him to reach his target faster, Hiei gently nudged the door open, and stopped right there in the doorway, all three of his eyes wide and glazed as he stared at the Mazoku writhing on the bed before him.

Yusuke was naked - which wasn’t something he’d not seen before - but the detective was also pumping his hips in a motion quite familiar to the Koorime, with one hand pushed beneath his sweating, delicious form in the general direction of his crotch.

The scent was more intense, concentrated, and raw from where Hiei stood, and that, coupled with the sight of the masturbating detective, caused Hiei to let out a low, animalistic groan of lust and anticipation, and his pants tightened significantly more than they had been since his previous encounter with the detective’s burgeoning heat.

Blissfully unaware of the presence behind him, Yusuke continued to hump his arm and thrust into his moist palm - he was covered in sweat now - so hot, exhausted, and full he was sure he’d pass out from sheer exertion at any moment. But he didn’t, and he could only go on, hoping that the next thrust or the one after would bring him the sweet relief he sought.

His breathing was short, and as he bit down on his arm to stifle his cries - leaving tiny pinpricks of red - his hot breath moistened his flesh, condensed, and dripped down to soak the pillow with his blood; this going completely unnoticed.

Yusuke’s head shot up, and his hips stopped abruptly; however, when he was gripped firmly by both hips, and something wet and strong pushed up against his sphincter. He moaned and his eyes lidded; he tried to move his hips, but the grip held him still.

The foreign probing at his ass turned into a gentle lick around his hole, then down towards his balls. Blearily he came to the realization that it must be a tongue doing exactly that which he wanted it to do; but his brain didn’t get much farther than that.

The tongue moved back up to his hole, and pushed firmly passed the ring of muscle, the breach enticing a low groan from the detective, and his ass twitched higher in the air, trying to grant further access.

The muscle began thrusting in and out, driving Yusuke’s passion higher and higher – it was a while before he noticed that on every in-thrust of the appendage, a decent amount of liquid would be pushed farther up into his channel. He didn’t care; the feeling was all that mattered: as it was that and that alone that seemed to finally start to cool his fevered flesh - even as it made him hotter.

---

Hiei probed farther, his fingertips digging harshly into soft thighs as he tried to devour Yusuke from the inside out. His eyes rolled up into his head as the detective’s scent wafted into his nose and flowed straight to his groin in harsh, rolling waves every time he inhaled; it was driving him insane.

He kept forcing more and more spit into Yusuke’s hole; although judging by how Yusuke’s ass seemed to be trying to pull his tongue out of his mouth, Yusuke would be more than ready by the time Hiei decided to enter him – preparation or no.

Between his thighs, confined in his amazingly tight pants, Hiei’s dick throbbed, as hard as ever, and begged him to take the detective - right now. His ass was all raised in the air, ready and eager and everything…

Hiei’s fingers were already deftly stroking his cock through his pants by the time he was aware of doing anything at all.

Not yet!

He wanted to take his time; make it good for them both so that the detective might actually feel some amount of relief for longer than just a couple minutes.

Pulling away, Hiei flipped himself onto his back, and scooted beneath the detective so his head rested between muscular thighs.

By reflex, his eyes squinted as a dollop of cum dripped onto his cheek. He licked it off, and, grasping Yusuke’s thighs once more, he stopped the anticipated thrust, and held them still. Then, eagerly, he swooped up; tongue splayed, and slurped the detective down as deep as he could manage.

Above him, Yusuke made a half choked whine and furiously tried to push himself deeper into that wondrous, moist heat, though Hiei’s grip wouldn’t allow him more than minimal movement; twitching, mostly.

Grinning around his prize, Hiei closed his eyes in bliss and licked the head before sucking it into his mouth. He sucked further and almost climbed the shaft - Yusuke couldn’t go down, but Hiei could certainly move up.

But the position was starting to strain his neck - not by much, but enough to be vaguely annoying.

Dropping his head back, Hiei studied the matter at hand. He didn’t want to free the detective’s movements, or the thrusts would get out of hand; Yusuke would do more harm than good (to Hiei’s throat). But if he could just…

A feral grin split the Koorime’s face, and he sucked the tip of Yusuke’s cock back into his mouth without further thought. He loved that taste - so musky yet… tangy and sweet almost at the same time. The flesh pulsed between his lips as he opened his mouth wide, re-affirmed his grip on the detective’s thighs, and pushed. In one swift movement Hiei had forced Yusuke’s knees out away from his head; Yusuke’s ass came down, and his cock slid straight into his throat like they had been fitted for each other.

A startled yelp from above rang happily in Hiei’s ears as he swallowed mercilessly and massaged the throbbing shaft with his tongue.

As his mouth worked below, Hiei removed his left hand from a trembling thigh, trusting his right to keep the detective under control, and reached upward. He’d barely brushed the pucker with the tip of his finger when the appendage was greedily sunk to the first knuckle. Pushing it in the rest of the way was no trouble at all, and after a short time of gently massaging and scissoring, he easily had four fingers thrusting deeply in and out - to inarticulate gasps and whines from above.

A particularly low whine tipped him off, and Hiei swallowed quickly as Yusuke’s dick swelled, and the Mazoku tried desperately to push himself in deeper. Holding firm, Hiei instead pulled back until only the head was left in his mouth, then he stroked slowly and firmly up the underside and back down with his tongue and Yusuke ejaculated helplessly with a strangled yell.

Hiei could feel the tensing of Yusuke’s muscles through the leg he held firm, and the fingers that were almost forced from their found heat. Most of Yusuke’s jizz Hiei managed to swallow with little trouble, but a few splashes did end up across his cheeks and nose; streaks of which he promptly licked off and swallowed with gusto.

Yusuke was still hard.

Not surprising. Pushing himself out from under the detective and from between legs threatening to collapse at any moment, Hiei allowed himself a few steadying breaths, before he furiously removed his belts, unzipped his pants, and pulled his eager cock forth to greet the fresh, un-constricting air.

Breathing in deeply, all three of his eyes riveted on Yusuke: ass still up in the air, hand back to its previous desperate pumping between his thighs. And in the next moment, Hiei had pulled the detective’s hand away and his body up onto his lap. In an instant he was responding heatedly to the wet sucking and licking that Yusuke – in his current state – evidently thought were kisses.

The demon obviously felt Hiei’s dick prodding at his backside impatiently, because a second later Hiei was reduced to supporting himself by flinging his hands out behind him and groaning into the relentless kisses as Yusuke filled himself with Hiei’s penis in one continuous thrust; and proceeded to fuck himself on Hiei fast and hard - he would have made any vixen blush.

He would have made Kurama blush.

The irony of their position was not lost on Hiei.*

Every time Yusuke lowered himself, Hiei did his best to meet him, but between the kisses pressed to his mouth and most of his face (including his nose), what air he had left was used primarily for breathing.

Yusuke was pumping himself as his thighs worked to lift and lower himself again and again – the boy’s energy reserves seemed to have no bounds.

Groaning, Hiei forced Yusuke away from his face, and instead fastened his lips to his neck, biting down hard in his distraction. He drank up Yusuke’s cries, and gave himself over to this feeling, his eyes and hips rolling as Yusuke unintentionally squeezed.

It couldn’t last long.

It didn’t.

With a cry of pure, animalistic pleasure, Yusuke shot his load for the second time and slumped into Hiei’s arms as the Koorime came with a grunt.

Taking a moment to regain his breath, Hiei licked the wound he’d left in the tender flesh; he’d gotten so caught up… Running his hands over the chest and legs as he licked, Hiei assured himself that no other damage had been caused save slight bruising - that was to be expected. He breathed in deeply; that scent, it wasn’t as potent now; it was more… at ease. It was still present, however, and still maddeningly arousing.

It meant two things: he would be able to control himself, as long as he focused, and… Yusuke would be back at it again shortly. The euphoria would wear off soon, and the boy would be as needy as ever.

He’d have ample time for himself, what mattered now was Yusuke.

Leaning back a bit, he examined the bite mark. A little red and a bit of blood was still leaking freely - but not much and what there was would stop soon. He sighed; he hadn’t meant to do that… until the boy was fully conscious and could choose for himself.

Oh well, Yusuke knew nothing of demon markings or mating rituals. If he chose to forget the whole ordeal… then Hiei wouldn’t tell him.

Leaning forward, Hiei pushed Yusuke’s limp form onto the covers. The boy was in a state of recovery - not awareness; but he wasn’t asleep, either.

Leaning back, Hiei brushed stray locks of hair away until he could see the flushed visage. Such a pup...

Hiei moved his gaze around the room. Must have been Raizen’s. He pondered, then grinned, Especially the bed.

Kneeling, Hiei removed his shirt and his pants and the boots followed shortly thereafter.

He worked both Yusuke and himself until they were sprawled comfortably together with their heads resting on the gratuitous amount of feather pillows. Spooned up beside the detective, Hiei resisted the urge to touch, and just concentrated on keeping his breathing level.

For the longest time they remained like that, neither moving nor speaking, just resting and breathing. …And thinking.

After a time, Hiei’s nose twitched, and he watched Yusuke more closely. The detective only sniffed in his post-awareness haze, and moved himself slightly in Hiei’s arms - trying to get more comfortable unconsciously. A few minutes later, the scent spiked again.

Won’t be long now… Hiei closed his eyes and tried to ignore the return of the growing potency of Yusuke’s heat-scent. When he wakes…

His eyes flew open in surprise when he felt a leg slide up between his own. “Yusu… Hn.” The detective started to snore.

---

Getting hot again… Yusuke sighed in his sleep. That dream had cooled him. But now... He twitched again and moaned. Fuck. Getting… hot… And in an instant he’d lost coherency, his heat returned, far from sated, and worked Yusuke back into a fever.

---

Hiei hadn’t been keeping track of the time - he’d dozed from time to time, checking Yusuke whenever he woke, but despite the spike in heat and a few twitches, the detective seemed content to sleep.

He guessed it had been nearly four hours, when a deep-throated groan shocked Hiei from another doze. He pushed himself upright to find Yusuke had rolled from him and was panting, legs spread and eyes wide, right beside him.

He was touching himself again.

Hiei gasped when he was grabbed and roughly yanked on top of the panting detective; a small part of his brain still functioning properly enough to stop himself crushing the detective, flung his hands out to stop his descent. He snarled, “Impatient!”

Yusuke didn’t hear him; or couldn’t hear him. He only lifted his legs and mewled, licking his lips and gazing at Hiei in a truly seductive way. If I knew he’d get like this when he went into heat… Never taking the time to finish the thought, Hiei swooped down and claimed Yusuke’s lips in a needy, heated kiss, which served only to make the detective writhe and twist beneath him, and his own need grew.

The first time he’d had the detective, they hadn’t kissed. There had been no affection at all; it had just been raw, hard sex. But now, despite the needy atmosphere, he felt almost like coddling the detective. He took his time and enjoyed his taste. Breathing in deeply, he allowed Yusuke to urge him on faster and entered him without trepidation.

---

“Ahh…” Kurama stumbled and fell into the wall.

Was that really… Yusuke? He took a deeper breath, sniffing for all the world like a fox who’d picked up the scent of prey on the wind; it was definitely Mazoku, definitely Yusuke, but somehow… more. It was almost drug-like, the way it ensnared his senses and made him lust - it was nothing like Hiei’s heat-scent. Yusuke’s was just pure need.

Collecting himself, Kurama forcibly pushed himself from the wall and continued up the stairs. His pants noticeably tighter in the crotch-region than before, and they only got tighter at every breath he took and every step closer he got.

Should it be this potent? Do all Mazoku smell like this when they go into heat…? Or is Yusuke a special case? Kurama’s mind worked even as the scent worked to shut it down. Is he too far along; did Hiei arrive too late? Kurama shook his head as his eyes focused on the landing. It can never be too late - while a heat cycle can get severely uncomfortable, it’s never life-threatening…

All interest in an answer of any kind fled him as he reached Yusuke’s room, and pushed the slightly ajar door aside.

Oddly enough, the sight of Yusuke nestled within his lover’s arms filled him with a warm, simple feeling of contentment - not the protective envy he’d half expected.

Seeing them both naked only served to make him hotter than he was already.

A jagan blinked open blearily and focused on him from the bed.

Kurama smiled and closed the door softly behind him. He walked over silently and crawled up to curl around Hiei from his other side, nuzzling into his neck and muttering against his skin. “You smell good…” He inhaled deeply, making Hiei shiver.

“Because I’ve got Mazoku all over me.”

“Was he?”

“Hn?”

“All over you.” Before Hiei could reply, Kurama had claimed his lips. He was needy, and he was fine admitting it. And smelling Yusuke all over his lover didn’t help. When he finally withdrew, he laughed a little at Hiei’s flushed cheeks and ignored the tell-tale glare he received in return. Growing serious, he sat up and surveyed the detective.

Yusuke wasn’t leaving Hiei’s side; he’d managed to wedge himself right up next to the Koorime, and had his arm in a death grip. The circulation even seemed to be going.

“He’s certainly attached himself to you…”

“Hn.”

“How many times?” He looked at his lover.

“Only twice- and after each time, he just passed out.”

Kurama smiled again. “Quite unlike you, who just keeps going and going at a steady pace all night until you’re so exhausted you can’t keep your eyes open.”

Hiei glared. “Yes, well Mazoku seem to go hard and strong for short periods - and then pass out, before going at it again.”

“How long before he wakes, do you think?”

“The last rest-period lasted about five hours - but I’m guessing that could also have been because his heat had been so high. Now… you’re guess is as good as mine.” He winced minutely as Yusuke tightened his grip in his sleep.

Kurama raised an eyebrow, his eyes traveling to Yusuke’s neck. He traced the angry mark with a finger. Glancing at Hiei and refraining from commenting, he moved his eyes back to Yusuke and down the detective’s thigh where it was flung over Hiei’s leg. He grinned back at Hiei. “Has he worn you out yet?”

“Baka Kitsune!”

Kurama took that to mean no.

Crawling around Hiei, Kurama sprawled out on Yusuke’s other side and brushed a hand across his sweaty brow. Amazingly young… When I took him the first time, he was still a pup… Now… he’s just barely an adult. But that youth and naivety only added to the detective’s charm, in Kurama’s eyes.

Yusuke twitched in his sleep and half-turned in the fox’s general direction, torn between the two places of warmth. As he moved, Kurama glanced down, and between Hiei’s leg and Yusuke’s thigh, he could see the detective’s length wasn’t exactly flaccid.


Hiei watched him for a moment, and then asked, “How’d you get out so fast?”

“The truth. Albeit with parts omitted; I told Enki that ‘Lord Yusuke’ was despairing at never seeming to have any proper fights, nor being able to see any in the conceivable future. I said that you’d come to spar with him, but that I was worried and I’d like a few days, at least, to assuage that feeling.” He didn’t need to relay the rest, Hiei knew well enough.

“Hn. As talkative as ever.”

“It’s how I’ve survived for so long - what’s talent, if you don’t make use of it?”

“Hn.”

They lay there for a time, just breathing each other’s scent- and Yusuke’s. Both Kitsune and Koorime watching the detective carefully. Hiei dozed from time to time, and Kurama passed the time by stroking along the detective’s skin and through his hair - he couldn’t seem keep his hands off; and he didn’t see a reason not to that was worth fighting himself over.

Kurama had started to drift off himself, when the body he was curled against seemed to take a deeper breath than should be needed in sleep. Kurama rose up to see the detective’s eyes were lidded but open. He smiled. Reaching down, he cupped a creamy thigh invitingly twisted in his direction, and bent to husk into Yusuke’s ear, “Awake?”

“K… Kurama?”

“Yes.” He stroked up the thigh to a soft, firm ass-cheek and further up along to a spine, which shivered minutely at his touch. He licked at the tender cartilage of an ear offered so temptingly before him.

Hiei watched silently.

Yusuke sat up as he woke more fully at Kurama’s touch, a blush spreading to all angles of his face when he realized he was naked. He clutched a sheet and yanked it up to cover himself, his fingers whitening where they clutched the soft fabric, his eyes darting around to find Hiei still lying on his left, his eyes watching him calmly and his naked body completely relaxed. Yusuke’s blush grew.

Whipping his head around, eyes searching for the fox; Yusuke couldn’t tell whether he was relieved or disappointed to find the fox perfectly clothed as he lounged against the pillows on his right side. “Kurama… what’s going-”

“You’re in heat, Yusuke.”

Yusuke blinked. “Heat? Isn’t that the thing where a dog get’s kinda…” His face turned from pinkish to reddish.

“Demons go into heat, too, Yusuke. But unlike dogs, both males and females can enter the cycle - depending on the species of demon. Mazoku, apparently, is a species in which both males and females have their own respective heat cycles.”

“So… heat. That’s why I’m so friggen’ hot an’ why… why I’m…” Yusuke started to look as if he were going to burst into flame at any moment, and his Mazoku markings were starting to fade. He glanced towards his crotch, hidden under the sheet, and quickly glanced away - but not before Kurama caught the subtle glance.

Yusuke sat staring at his fists clenched in his lap for a long time, his blush never fading in the least. Kurama and Hiei remained silent.

Suddenly Yusuke whipped around and asked, “D’you-” And his nerve failed him.

Kurama sat up and caressed the detective’s cheek with his palm. “Kitsune don’t enter heat cycles - at least the males don’t. Koorime, however…” He let his sentence drift as he glanced over at Hiei. Yusuke followed his gaze, and for just a moment, the Yusuke they knew so well was back.

“Hiei? Hiei gets all... Hah! –Uhn…” He winced, and his fist clenched tighter into the fabric at his waist. A firm, scabbed lower lip was sucked between teeth, and Yusuke kept his eyes down, his blush returning. His breath seemed to be growing shallow.

Kurama sat up further, bracing himself on one hand as his other sought out Yusuke’s. Yusuke shot his gaze back up to the fox’s at the touch, then his eyes traveled fearfully over to Hiei. “Why… is Hiei… why am I…?”

“I was detained for a short time in Gandara - a meeting. Hiei, however, was free to help as soon as he’d discovered just what your recent behavior had signified.”

“So… Hiei and I…” He was blushing madly. “-Wait. You didn’t know?”

“No one knew, Yusuke - least of all yourself. -Well,” he amended, “Houkoshin knew-“

“-But he figured you’d know, so he didn’t bother telling you, which didn’t help anyone.” Hiei interrupted sharply.

“-By the time we understood fully, you were so deep in your own desire that you wouldn’t have remembered anything from then.”

“So Hiei and I did it?”

“Twice.” Hiei didn't even try to hide his grin.

Yusuke’s eyes nearly popped from his skull, and his blush was relentless. But the surprise didn’t last long, as memories or lecherous thoughts or his heat caused his attention to return to his growing problem. Kurama watched as he struggled to keep his hands where they were, but there was a wet spot growing on the sheet drawn taut over his lap, and the stifled moan wasn’t enough to make Kurama back off.

Instead, the Kitsune pushed down on the hand he held loosely clasped in his own, and in an instant, Yusuke had grasped himself tightly, moaning. His hips jerked. The wet spot grew. “Yusuke, we’re here to help. Heat means you need someone - anyone. Alone it is nothing short of torture.”

“But… I…” Yusuke bit his lip, hard, as his eyes shut and his hand tightened.

“Don’t worry,” Kurama leant in close. “We don’t mind.” He closed his hand over Yusuke’s and guided it down firmly.

“Uhn… ‘Rama…”

Hiei continued to watch, content to sit back and let the fox have his fun.

Guiding Yusuke into a shaky rhythm, Kurama reached up into his hair with his other hand, then placed his hand back beside him on the sheet, palm down.

A second later, a leaf poked it’s velvet head from beneath his thumb, twitched, then grew at a rapid pace. The vine twisted under the sheet, and between the detective’s loosely bent legs.

Yusuke was losing himself swiftly to the fox’s ministrations and his own heat. Now that he knew what was wrong, it only made it worse. Heat? - It was so... alien, to him.

He moaned loudly as the sheet caught on the large glands of his dick, and Kurama forced his hand over the bulge. But it felt so goo- “AaHah!” His eyes widened, and he barely had the time to gasp before something had wiggled its way straight up into his ass. The shock made him lurch forward straight into Kurama; his and the fox’s hands trapped in his crotch as he curled over. “’Rama!?…” He squeaked.

“Shhh…”

The thing twisted and grew, and Yusuke knew suddenly, transparently, that it was one of Kurama’s plants; the realization turning him on more than he thought it could, and causing him to attempt escape with more fervor. The plant writhed within him, stopping its advance when it reached a certain depth - though continuing to grow and move. He was panting in Kurama’s arms, it felt so good but was so weird, and he couldn’t tell Kurama stop and don’t stop fast enough. The confusion only added to his problems and he grew hotter. His channel throbbed and opened to allow further access, even as he fought to push the intruder back out.

Kurama silently urged Yusuke to uncurl and roll over until they were back to front; Yusuke sprawled between the fox’s spread legs, the sheet barely covering him.

Hiei watched with growing interest, now that Yusuke was on his back, he could see the source of the sudden loss of conversation or anything else remotely resembling resistance or question; a vine curled its way up a taut leg and disappeared under the sheet, where it seemed to be at its thickest.

Kurama only used plants on him when he entered into his own heat cycle - even that was rare and they were only ever used for restraint. This was something new entirely.

Yusuke writhed and groaned, and the plant seemed to grow larger and larger. It was maddening, and it felt so wonderful.

Kurama held the detective firmly but gently, his hands brushing over a toned chest and dusky nipples, making Yusuke jerk and moan louder. He liked this plant - though he hadn’t used it in centuries. Not since his days as Youko. The vine’s outer husk was naturally slick, which was perfect for this sort of thing, and there was something else, too: when he urged it just right…

“Uh… FUCK! Oh… oooooh…!!!”

Kurama grinned. Again?

Yusuke tried to concentrate on breathing. Whatever just happened… it had felt like something had exploded within him - right against something else that made his spine tingle and his dick jump and throb. His eyes widened when he felt it again - something was growing steadily from the vine. And as it grew it pushed harshly against his prostate, and when it got big enough- “AHAH! Mmmph…Nnn...” He bit his lip and closed his eyes, breathing through his nose. His head fell to the side, and his hips started to rotate around the vine. He couldn’t help it - he wanted it. He wanted it badly.

Kurama swallowed, his breath growing heavy. The sheet had slipped off, revealing Yusuke completely, and he was a sight to behold. With his head thrown back and his hips rotating like that… When a breath ghosted across his ear, Kurama nearly jumped out of his skin. “Whatever you’re doing to him looks intriguing - you should try it on yourself.”

Without further insistence, from beneath the fox’s palm a second shoot twisted forth, and wound its way behind Kurama. Hiei watched with interest as the tiny tip wormed its way down out of sight, he could just imagine it working its way back up the robe from the bottom, then down the loose pants when it reached their hem. Then between those tight, round, ass-cheeks and- A low moan and Kurama’s head dropped slightly in the direction of his chest.

Kurama shifted to allow better access for the vine and did his best to concentrate both on what he was doing to Yusuke, and what he was doing to himself. Hiei panting in his ear didn’t help Kurama in the slightest; but if he dared stop Kurama’d murder him.

Hiei looked between Yusuke and Kurama, the vine working in Yusuke’s ass was as large as his wrist, and he could only assume that the one Kurama had working on himself was as large or - knowing the Kitsune - larger.

Yusuke practically screamed again, as Kurama manipulated the plant - and now he was curious. “What’s making him moan like that, fox?” he asked in a low whisper right next to Kurama’s ear, his warm breath caressing the cartilage and moistening it. Kurama shivered. Hiei bit.

“The plant buds, like most plants-“ He groaned, “But… when the buds of this particular plant-uh… are grown under… certain conditions. They… mmm… start to swell and-and... Ah!” His eyes closed, and he pushed back on the pleasurable sensation from behind.

“And?” Hiei nipped at his ear.

“Nnn… And… where they would usually… bloom, they - uh, burst -Nnnn…”

“Burst at random?”

“Ye-esssss… unless, I - I make them…”

Hiei nipped harder, and twisted his tongue into Kurama’s ear.

“Mmm…make them, grow up right beside - the, the uhn… prostate… gland…”

Well that sounded interesting. Drawing the lobe of the ear he was nibbling on right into his mouth, he sucked and whispered. “What comes out?”

“Nnn-Necter. Ah.”

He would ensure the use of this plant in the future. For the time being however: “Make yours explode.”

“Hi-Hiei- AHAH!!!”

Between Kurama’s legs, Yusuke suddenly seized up and clutched at the bedspread with both hands, crying out in pure, wanton pleasure.

Hiei glanced down, and then grinned up at Kurama. Moving down along the bed, he positioned himself between the detective’s legs, and waited. It didn’t take long before a hand unclenched from the sheets and tangled, instead, in Hiei’s hair, pushing down and urging him not so subtly towards his throbbing penis.

Watching Hiei resist, Kurama dipped down and asked breathlessly, “What do you want Hiei to do to you, Yusuke?”

“Nnnn…”

Kurama made the vine grow again, and another bud started to bulge. He asked again, even as he watched through bleary eyes as the purplish nectar began to seep from Yusuke’s behind and soak into the bedding.

“Uhn- a-anything... NnnmmmHA! Haa. Haa. Everything! Haa… ah-AHH!!”

Hiei dipped down and took the detective in his mouth for the second time, drinking him down and sucking him deep.

He was going insane; he could barely talk, and he was getting hot again. So hot…

It wasn’t long before Yusuke was cumming, thrusting back against the vine and up into Hiei’s mouth, clutching desperately at the demon’s hair as he was drunk dry.

Watching Yusuke come down from his euphoric high, Kurama carefully removed the vine from him. Making it shrink first, then pulling it back so it’s removal was barely noticeable, even if Yusuke were fully coherent. He then removed the vine from himself, not bothering with being slow and gentle.

Returning the seed to his hair, he lay back and held Yusuke close. Kurama was still hard, and he knew Hiei was uncomfortable also.

The Koorime licked a stray line of cum from Yusuke’s lower belly.

Yusuke’s breathing was already returning to normal, and slowly, the detective pushed himself up until he could face both of them with little risk of whiplash. “… ‘Rama?”

Kurama waited, gazing at Yusuke steadily, doing his best to ignore the impatient throbbing down below.

Yusuke looked back at Hiei, blushing slightly as his eyes were drawn down, and he forced them back up. He looked around at Kurama and tried to speak once more. When he couldn’t, he swallowed, slowly leant down, bracing his body with his arms, until he was barely an inch away from Kurama’s face. He stared steadily, trying to force the words out. Then, giving up, he closed the remaining distance and touched his lips to Kurama’s.

It was slow but needy, leaving them both gasping in the end. Kurama allowed the clumsy stab of Yusuke’s tongue as the detective daringly explored the fox’s mouth, and gently reciprocated, urging him on.

When they broke, Yusuke barely managed to choke out, “’Rama… I’m still hard.”

As if Kurama couldn’t feel the press of Yusuke’s length against his thigh.

“Why?” Yusuke looked almost pained. “Is it because of… because I’m in heat?”

Kurama nodded.

Dipping down, Yusuke latched himself onto Kurama’s neck and whispered, “Then I don’t care what we do. Just make it go away.” When I wake up in the morning, I’m going to find my hand covered in my own cum…

Nodding silently, Kurama pulled Yusuke back to him for another kiss, taking his time and working to relax Yusuke before he proceeded any further.

He felt Hiei move up behind them, but his concentration remained on Yusuke. He brushed his palm over a nipple and tweaked it slightly, causing Yusuke to gasp into their kiss. He played further, working Yusuke and building him up. Then, when he felt Yusuke was comfortable enough, he took Yusuke’s hand in his and guided it down to his pants and his turgid member. As Yusuke began to pump him shakily, he deepened their kiss, thrust his tongue into Yusuke’s mouth, and pushed his hips slowly into the clumsy, calloused, perfect hands

Behind them, Hiei kissed lightly down Yusuke’s back and spine, rubbing small circles firmly into the flesh with his fingers when he felt tensed muscles where there shouldn’t be. He could feel Kurama through Yusuke working his own magic from below.

He knew already that Yusuke needed no preparation - by their activities from before and Kurama’s plant - so he waited until Yusuke’s attention was completely captured by the fox; then took himself in hand and in one slow, continuous thrust, seated himself fully in that welcoming tightness.

He couldn’t help but groan as Yusuke grunted beneath him; even after being fucked three times straight, the detective was indeed ready but still tight as hell. His muscles pulsed and clutched around Hiei, almost tearing down his resolve right there but he grunted, and reached around to yank down Kurama’s pants. This was difficult from his position, especially with Kurama’s legs tangled beneath the detective; but after a little work, he managed to toss the offending garment off the edge of the bed.

By this time, Yusuke had started to moan and gasp, pushing back against Hiei and begging him wordlessly to move or do something. With a struggle, Hiei ignored him, and instead glared meaningfully at Kurama.

Smiling at his lover over Yusuke’s broad shoulders, Kurama lifted his tunic up, and –after detaching himself from Yusuke – off completely. Revealing a slender chest that would have made Yusuke drool- if he hadn’t returned already to sucking and nipping swollen lips.

Lifting his legs and opening them, Kurama angled himself until he was comfortable. Then he reached down and took Yusuke in hand.

At the touch, Yusuke broke the kiss with a gasp, groaning and trying not to thrust into Kurama’s hand as the fox guided him to his eager entrance. “Do you know how good you smell, Yusuke?” He grunted softly as Yusuke pushed firmly and immediately met the resistance of Kurama’s sphincter. He pushed harder but slowed at Kurama’s urging, and at a steady pace, made his way back into Kurama’s once familiar heat.

“Fuck, Kurama…”

Kurama grunted but continued to pant out his desires. “The heat-scent - it’s meant to attract mates, and yours is definitely working.” Yusuke mewled as Hiei started to work his hips from behind, and his own moved shakily to match his pace. “I could smell it before I even got near you. I was so hard, Yusuke.”

“Nnn...”

A few more shaky thrusts, and they started to get a rhythm - albeit erratic; but a rhythm all the same. With gentle urging from Hiei, he pulled back to meet the Koorime’s thrust in as Hiei thrust forward, then snapped his hips into Kurama as Hiei withdrew.

It was so intense, being filled and clutched at the same time - he could barely retain consciousness. Only his desperate need to keep going and cum kept him going at all.

Leaning up, Kurama licked up Yusuke’s jaw then back down to his neck. “Fuck me.” Then he bit down hard and, eyes wide in shock, pain, and pleasure, Yusuke started to do just that.

He was in Elysium – thrusting and being fucked from behind; Kurama’s teeth and lips working at his neck and Hiei’s tongue laving over his back as random hands and fingers twisted his nipples and rubbed his chest and hips.

They were a mass of heated flesh and heaving breaths.

He could only grunt and thrust harder, faster - begging Hiei to do the same from behind through shallow breaths. He felt a hand grab one of his ass-cheeks and squeeze, and he moaned. He felt something dripping down his chest and was vaguely aware that it was his own blood, but he was sure, in some part of his brain, that Kurama wouldn’t hurt him like that for no reason or without knowing what he was doing. And strangely, the pain was dull now and only served to heighten his state of arousal to a point he’d thought was imaginary.

Kurama had released his neck and now lay wanton beneath the detective as he was filled over and over. Never hard enough, never fast enough, but just so good. And that scent was back. Cloying and potent and driving him higher… his eyes rolled and he bucked meekly. The heat was removed and he felt empty, his asshole twitching for its return; then the burn and stretch as it did, and his insides throbbed.

Hiei panted over Yusuke’s back, and squeezed the flesh he’d found harder. His hand slipped down, and circled himself at the base where his body met soft flesh, and squeezed there. Groaning behind his teeth, he used his other hand to steady himself at Yusuke’s side, watching Kurama from over the detective’s shoulder as the Kitsune’s head was pushed up into the pillow with every thrust Yusuke made. His eyes were closed though his mouth was wide and panting - Hiei was overwhelmed with the desire to plunder that mouth with his tongue… He started to thrust harder.

“Uh. Uh. Uh-UHHH!!!” Yusuke lost his pace and almost fell on Kurama when Hiei hit that spot inside him. Repeatedly. It sent a shock up his spine that nearly shut off all his nerve endings by electrifying them all at once - it was amazing. “Fu-UCk…” He choked. With Kurama’s gentle, yet insistant help he pushed himself back upright and pumped his hips, meeting Hiei thrust for thrust and moving deep within Kurama.

“That’s your… prostate… Yusu- Nnn… -ke…” Kurama moaned beneath him, his own pleasure spot being just barely brushed with each intrusion Yusuke made; the almost-touch was delicious.

Yusuke was in no state to reply.

Biting his lip, feeling himself close to the edge, Kurama continued. “Does it feel… twice as good- Mmnnn – Ah, Ah –As, mmmnh… this?” And he squeezed his internal muscles, as hard as he could, on Yusuke’s cock; the reaction was immediate.

With a strangled yell, Yusuke’s thrusts became spasms and erratic jerks. Kurama felt ejaculate coat his insides, filling him and giving him that last needed push, and he followed Yusuke over the edge, panting out two names silently as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

Hiei came shortly after; releasing the tight ring his fingers had made around himself, and digging his fingers harshly into Yusuke’s side. As he withdrew, cum oozed from Yusuke’s entrance and dripped happily onto the sheets, which were now a congealed mess of purple nectar, the clear and thick ejaculate, and small dots of the brownish red of blood.

Clutching Yusuke to his pelvis, gasping, it took Hiei and Kurama barely a moment to realize Yusuke had passed out.

Removing himself from Yusuke with a slight wince, Kurama pulled the detective gently from Hiei’s supporting arms, and curled him gently into his arms. Relaxing, Hiei slowly crawled over and lay beside them, closing his eyes, about ready to sleep himself. Kurama gazed emotionlessly at the wound he’d left on Yusuke’s neck - just above Hiei’s. Closing his eyes, he leant in and began to lap at the crusty blood; urging the wound to hurry and close through will and will alone.

A comforting voice broke through the haze. “Felt left out?”

Kurama gave one last, long lick, then turned his head to look Hiei in the eye. “I don’t know what I was thinking, I just…”

Hiei just nodded. The same thing had happened to him.

Unspoken, the thought went between them that, honestly, it was something they would have done eventually anyway - though preferably with Yusuke’s conscious assent, and possibly his reciprocation.

---

It was in that state of not exactly awake just yet, but not completely out, that Yusuke decided firmly that his dreams just had to stop; irst visions of blood and maiming and general bloodthirstiness provoking his growing fear of succumbing to his demon side -and now, erotic fantasies of him and Kurama and Hiei. -Yusuke could feel his blush even in his mind.

If the dreams kept up, for various reasons, he was sure he’d lose his mind.

Pushing himself that last little bit into consciousness, Yusuke sat up and wiped a hand across his sweating brow. I was sweating in my sleep? Why am I still so warm? He blinked and then nearly strangled himself in the sheets as he made a last ditch attempt to escape the bed.

What the FUCK!? Landing hard on his ass on the floor, he scrabbled backwards until a sheet around his ankle yanked him back. “Kurama…” His gaze flew back from the fox to Hiei. But… They were really… We all - all three of us - That wasn’t a wet dream!? And I. And Hiei - and KURAHIEIMA!!!???** He rolled over and pushed his face into his hands, digging his fingers into his cheeks and eyes. He’d acted like such a slut and - wait. ...Then… What was it that Kurama had said? He was in heat? Alright, then there was a perfectly plausible explanation. His dreams were a function of his being… extremely sexually deprived. And Kurama and Hiei had been a main feature of said dreams because they were the two Yusuke probably trusted the most. There, the way he acted was perfectly normal.

And Kurama and Hiei were just helping me out. Now they’ll go back to fucking each other in peace, and they can forget all about me. Problems solved. Before Yusuke could go any further with that train of thought, there was a soft but firm knock on the door.

Who the fuck? Getting to his feet, wrapping around his waist the sheet that had attempted his death by tripping, Yusuke walked the last five feet to the door and pulled it open a crack.

Houkoshin.

Yusuke blinked.

Houkoshin bowed and held out a letter. “I would have left you alone, Lord Yusuke, but the imp said it was urgent, and since it was from Lord Enki, I thought it prudent to deliver it promptly. -But I took it upon myself, as I’m sure any other messenger would have been slaughtered- I thank you for not punishing my impudence. I will leave now.” And with that the youkai turned, and practically ran down the hall.

Yusuke blinked.

Houkoshin was acting as though he thought Yusuke was going to shout at him or begin whipping him with a cat-o-nine-tails at any moment… Shutting the door on the general strangeness of his vassal, Yusuke turned and looked at the envelope in his palm.

It was addressed to him and… – He glanced at the two sleeping soundly on his bed – Kurama and Hiei.

Flipping the envelope back over, he slit it open and tore out the note:

Lords Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei:

I am gravely sorry to have to send this now and disturb you at such a time,-

Yusuke glared at the last few words. Such a time? He glanced back over at the bed. Come to think of it, how did Kurama find the time to get over here. He already paid his one visit a month… Convincing himself that he was better off not knowing the answer, Yusuke returned to the letter:

I am gravely sorry to have to send this now and disturb you at such a time, but I felt the matter urgent enough to demand immediate reconnaissance.

I would ask that you three Lords, considering your history in regards to dealing with the “trouble makers, ” shall we say, carry out a simple mission on my behalf, to ensure my laws and the peace between Ningenkai and Makai are upheld.

Lord Kurama will know what needs to be done.

I am sorry I cannot enclose any details, should this message fall into the wrong hands.

Good Luck.

-Enki

Yusuke felt his eye begin to twitch. What a load of- And he thinks we’ll understand this!!??

“What does it say?”

Yusuke nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked over to where Kurama had sat up in bed. His eyes traveled down the arm that stretched to stroke lightly across Hiei’s bared back, which was rising and falling gently in sleep, then snapped back up to the calm, green eyes waiting patiently for him to answer.

Taking a breath he’d forgotten about, Yusuke walked silently over to Kurama’s side of the bed, and handed over the letter, making sure to keep a tight grip on the sheet loosely hanging from his hips.

Emerald eyes skimmed the letter rapidly, then stared blankly for a long moment while the Kitsune thought things through. Then he said so softly Yusuke had to strain to hear, “So he’s decided to use guerilla tactics then?”

“So… it’s a mission?” Without waiting for an answer, Yusuke walked over to his bureau and began to sift through his clothes. He almost failed to notice that since waking up, he hadn’t stopped sweating. As it was, he paid the little fact no mind and ripped out a shirt and pants.

He shivered minutely at the chill room air.

Kurama watched silently as Yusuke stood for a moment, looking at the bathroom, clearly deliberating whether or not he should risk changing in the main room in Kurama and Hiei’s presence or… Then he started for the adjacent room.

“What are you doing, Yusuke?” Though he knew perfectly well what.

“Getting dressed, I can’t very well fight in a fuckin’ toga.”

“… You can’t fight in your current condition, either.”

Yusuke stopped and faced him.

“Do you remember last night, Yusuke?”

A blush inflamed said demon’s face, and Yusuke’s grip on his sheet tightened. Until now,- I’d been trying not to.

Clearly, that was a yes. Kurama continued, “Your heat isn’t just for a night, Yusuke; It’ll endure for another day or two. At the most.”

Yusuke’s breath grew shallow.

Hiei’s jagan was watching Yusuke carefully as the koorime lay still. The Mazoku’s scent had jumped a notch when Kurama referred to his heat and the night before - interesting.

“I’m fine now, ‘Rama. I can ride out whatever else my ‘heat cycle’ has in store. I’m not that much of a wimp.”

Kurama’s expression was unchanging. “You feel that way now, but in a few hours, the overwhelming need to mate will return, and you won’t have much of a choice.”

“I can handle it.” Even as he spoke, he felt his nether regions tightening and his breath growing short. It was getting hot again, too. Fuck! No - It’s just his words getting me all hot; there’s no reason I can’t control myself. He turned, walked stiffly across the room and shut the door to the bathroom behind him.

A sharp breath and he was reduced to leaning against the wall for support. The fuck? I can’t even… oooh! His eyes widened, and unbidden images and memories returned of the previous night and old, old fantasies. And he grabbed desperately at his crotch. Fuck.

---

“His recovery time is growing longer.”

“Yes. He’s already survived the worst - after his next release, he should be fine.”

Hiei nodded, and his ears perked when a soft, muffled, choked moan reached his ear. “That was fast.”

Kurama was frowning at the bathroom door. “Yes…” It was… Getting up, pushing the covers aside, Kurama stepped lightly across the carpet. He knocked. “Yusuke?”

A moan was his only answer.

Frowning, he pushed open the door and looked to the side to find Yusuke holding up his weight by means of support from the wall. He was almost on his knees.

He was already mostly hard.

Kurama blinked. Was it thoughts of last night that made him so eager so fast? -It should have taken longer for the heat to reassert itself… Suddenly he staggered, a hand flying out to steady himself against the wall: Yusuke’s scent had grown in intensity, and shoved itself like a javelin straight up his nose. He shuddered, and did his best not to moan.

Yusuke gazed unseeingly up at him. “’R-Rama… Dammit - Nnn…” He clutched himself harder. “Just… can you - one more time?” He looked pleadingly. Yusuke never looked pleading. “Then I’ll… leave you two alone, ne? And - Uhnnn…” The detective’s eyes began to water.

There was a flash of black, and Hiei scooped Yusuke into his arms. Another blur and Kurama walked shakily back to the bed, where Hiei was already kissing the detective heatedly and rubbing their groins together through the sheet.

Yes. Hiei had the right idea - deal with one problem at a time.

That smell was getting to him, already he was having trouble thinking and reasoning and he struggled to remain in control. Hiei was having the same problem.

But Yusuke’s words had alarmed him. It was almost as if… when he was finally free of his heat, he expected them to abandon him.


-TBC…


A/N:

*See one-shot #2. [Their position is the same, just reversed.]
**Not a typo, just Yusuke going insane. ^-^

REVIEWER RECOGNITION!!!

Juxxy
Wish granted? ~-^

tori
He had to check with Kurama first - they are lovers, after all. If he’d just gone ahead, that would have been cheating. –I’ve always thought of Hiei as extremely monogamous.

Toki Mirage
Cliffhanger? What cliffhanger? *Whistles and walks away*

BlueUtopiah
Houkoshin got his this chapter, me thinks. ^-^ And I’ve always seen Hiei and Kurama together as canon, so I tried to write that into this. Yusuke’s still my favorite, though. –And hopefully I got all the spelling errors this time ‘round!

astrakage
I’m sorry. I would, but you don’t have an e-mail address available.

suicidein_angeleyes
Oh, but I couldn’t leave Kurama out… XP And thanks for the reviews!

Devious Lil Devil
It’s those little details that I love - I believe that’s apparent in my writing. And yes, I agree that I’ve tortured Yusuke enough…

SirPsychoSexy
Glad you liked the last chapter so much! And I try to be original with my stories - no one likes the same old ideas going around in circles.

Anon
*Salutes* Will do!


-Azalea J.