Go Ask Alice

I'm being bad. Chapter six isn't quite done and I'm posting this anyways. Y'all are going to catch up with me and get mad when it takes forever for me to write. I'M SORRY! But, this was definitely one of my favorite chapters to write and I just had too damn much fun writing it, so here it is. I originally just set out to write this chapter with the goal of car sex and to boost my word count and... It turned into this. A full chapter with lots and lots of sex. 



Warnings: Language. Drug use. Underage sex. Sex with a minor. Boy sex. Car sex. Daddy!kink. Spanking. Rimming. Snow balling. Incest. Foursome. Minor character death. Biting. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own. 

Parings: Kurama/Hiei/Youko. Youko/Kurama. Kuronue/Hiei/Kurama/Youko.

Disclaimer: I in absolutely no way own Yu Yu Hakusho and I make no money from writing this fiction. It's purely for my own benefit. And other peoples'. 





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Five: Fer Sure.

 

Hiei debated questioning where Youko had acquired his driver’s license as he clung rather desperately to the ‘Oh shit’ handle bar in the back seat of the blonde’s large truck. Really, such a driver shouldn’t have a vehicle that could cause so much damage to anyone else on the road. It was also a tank, so on the off chance that Youko just ended up in a ditch or wrapped around a pole, without causing damage to anyone else, he would probably walk away. Kuronue’s horror stories about driving with Youko did nothing to improve Hiei’s faith in his continued existence. Kurama glanced back with a grin from the front seat, green eyes bright with amusement at Hiei’s discomfort.

 

Youko was blissfully oblivious as a truck that should not have been able to peel around corners peeled around a corner. Motorized houses on wheels should not have been able to peel anywhere.

 

“You’re scaring Hiei,” Kurama warned finally, though his voice made little impression over the music and the vehicle’s speed didn’t change. Hiei questioned his sanity at agreeing to enter a vehicle with the brothers, but Kurama had given him big, sad green eyes and from his knees he could be really, really convincing. Begging like that should have been some sort of crime. Especially with Youko’s arms wrapped around him from behind as well, the blonde’s teeth leaving possessive marks over his shoulders.

 

As much as Hiei didn’t want to admit it, sex really did make the world go ‘round.

 

…And really good sex made car rides from hell that would in turn lead to the mall worth it. At the very least, he’d be forced to forget about it and forgive them for any possible transgression.

 

Hiei still had no idea why Kurama had requested his presence on this shopping trip, but the redhead had been insistent. Youko just grinned, ruffling Hiei’s hair and grabbing car keys.

 

Kurama’s voice jogged him from his thoughts. “What?”

 

Green eyes rolled. “I said,” Kurama’s tone was exaggerated. “If you’re very, very good and allow me to buy you thing, there will be a treat for you when we get back to the car. You’ll like it, I promise.”

 

Hiei blinked, fighting a blush at the blatantly open look Kurama was giving him that promised sex and mind blowing orgasms. “I don’t need you to buy me things,” He said, finally, hoping that a response would help his mind focus on something other than Kurama’s tongue curling behind his teeth. Even if he had no real idea what he’d said, what he was arguing against, or why he was doing so.

 

“Perhaps not,” The redhead shrugged. “But I like to, and it’s Youko’s money to use as I please. This pleases me. Don’t you want to please me?”

 

Hiei blinked, nodded a little dumbly at the look in Kurama eyes. So maybe it wasn’t a bad thing to let the brothers lead him around by his cock. Kurama grinned, his eyes flashing, leaning in to kiss Hiei hard enough to take his breath away, before grabbing one of his hands and one of Youko’s and dragging them from the parking structure to the actual mall.

 

 

…………………………………….

 

 

“This was entirely unnecessary,” Hiei groused.

 

The mall had been loud and crowded, and ever with Kurama and Youko book-ending him, Hiei had been pushed and shoved uncomfortably. Not that the brothers had been much help, one or the other running off in one direction when something caught their fancy and either leaving Hiei stranded, or worse, dragging him along with them. They had taken great joy in dressing Hiei up and purchasing him multiple items, most of them in something other than black, which he was sure he would either be guilted into wearing, or to drugged or sexed out to argue.

 

The last option wasn’t entirely unappealing.

 

“Poor babe,” Kurama murmured, wrapping his arms around Hiei from behind. A kiss was pressed to his neck while a small white pill was held up in front of his face. He glanced up at Youko curiously as the older boy finished putting their purchases in the back of the truck.

 

“Take it. Relax. Kurama owes you a reward for allowing him to play dress up,” Youko encouraged, offering a bottle of water as Hiei took the pill from Kurama. The shorter boy continued to glare, but took the pill, swallowing it with the water as Kurama continued to assault his neck. “C’mon you two. Get in the car. There’s only so much we can get away with in public. And dad’ll have my balls if you’re in jail for a PDA charge.”

 

Kurama snorted, urging Hiei towards the already open door to the back seat of the truck. Hiei blinked slowly, his limbs already feeling a little rubbery. He could still think quite clearly, but it was like any previous stress he’d been feeling had been drained from his muscles and he could breathe more easily. Kurama urged him up and into the back seat, managing with only a little help, and the door closed behind him as Kurama’s body fit over him, the redhead’s lips pressed against his own. Youko had slipped into the front seat. The parking garage, combined with the darkly tinted windows left just enough privacy that Youko wasn’t as concerned as he could have been about getting caught, but it allowed for him to watch if anyone got a little too close to the car.

 

Kurama was rocking against Hiei, pressing the smaller boy’s body into the seat as Hiei’s hands gripped his hair. He managed to work the smaller teen’s shirt up his body enough to reveal pert nipples that he wasted no time attacking with teeth and lips. “Rama…” Hiei’s voice was low as he gripped fist fulls of Kurama’s hair, pulling roughly on the red strands. Kurama just groaned, loudly and rather theatrically around the nub in his mouth, making Hiei gasp and thrash as much as he was able under the taller boy.  

 

“Do you think you have room in the car to ride him, Kurama? After that Xanax, I don’t think he’s in any shape to be on top and I want to see him fuck you,” Youko stated, his voice low and almost gravelly. Hiei tipped his head to the side to blink at him, meeting golden eyes, the blonde stroking himself through his jeans.

 

Kurama knelt up experimentally, his head brushing the top of the car, just barely, as he put his hands up to balance himself. “I’ve managed to ride you back here, have I not?” He asked, turning green eyes on Youko with a teasing grin. “And, he’s not as tall as you so everyone should be more comfortable all around,” Kurama pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, raising an eyebrow at Youko. “You’re kind of a sick fuck, you know that don’t you, Youko?”

 

“I don’t see either of you complaining.”

 

Hiei was struggling a little to follow the conversation, but his thought process was already slowed, and then Kurama was stripping him and being mostly naked was good, especially with a mostly naked Kurama, because the redhead had worked on of the legs of his pants off completely, while Hiei’s were around his ankles. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Kurama grinned down at him, red hair falling around his still clothed shoulders in a little bit of disarray. Hiei gripped his hips somewhat weakly, his hands not entirely in co-operation with his body, but he still marveled over the smoothness of Kurama’s creamy skin. His entire thought process was consumed by the thought for a moment.

 

“Oh. Fuck,” Hiei moaned, the words slurred as he pressed into the Kurama’s body, Kurama’s head falling forward as he groaned.

 

“Mm, Hiei,” He murmured, opening lust blown green eyes to meet Hiei’s. He gripped Kurama’s hips and the redhead’s hands gripped his shoulders, shifting enough to find his leverage in the car, and then he moved. Hiei’s eyes threatened to roll up in his head as his back arched, his body trying to thrust up though he didn’t really have enough room, leverage or the muscle control. Kurama laughed a little. “Let me do all the work, Hiei. I really could fuck you like this for days.”

 

Hiei agreed senselessly, nodding in response to Kurama’s voice.

 

“You sound like a porn start when you’re getting fucked, Kurama. It’s fucking hot,” Youko murmured a little breathlessly, and Hiei turned an unfocused gaze on him, settling on the blonde as he leaned between the front seats, his pants undone and he smirked when Hiei’s gaze met his. “Pay attention to Kurama, Hiei. He doesn’t like it when your attention wanders.”

 

And Hiei was quite suddenly reminded of the boy riding him with increasing speed, though he wasn’t entirely sure how he possibly could have forgotten about that. His hands tightened slightly on Kurama’s hips and the redhead’s hands pressed against the roof of the truck, rocking his hips harder. Hiei swore, his back arching as much as it could under Kurama’s weight. Kurama groaned loudly, his hands dropping to grip Hiei’s shoulders, his nails nearly drawing blood. The smaller teen twisted under him as his vision went white, his voice hoarse as he came.

 

Kurama stilled, panting a little as he rested his hands on Hiei’s shoulders, gazing down at him. Between the drugs and his orgasm, Hiei looked about ready to pass out.

 

“Hey, baby brother. C’mere,” Youko’s voice broke through Kurama’s haze, and he turned to the blonde, leaning into the arm he offered and meeting the blonde’s lips with gusto. He let out a sigh, even as his body twisted at a somewhat awkward angle and Youko reached between the seats to stroke his hard cock. It only took a few strokes and the redhead was gasping against his brother’s lips and spilling over his hand.

 

Youko chuckled a little as Kurama collapsed somewhat boneless into the space between the front and back seats and he reached for a discarded shirt in the back seat, wiping his hands clean of his and Kurama’s seed, before leaning to kiss the redhead again.

 

“Go on, get the two of you tucked back into your pants a little bit. We’ll get him home then we have to head over to dad’s to take care of his plants.”

 

 

………………………………………………………………………..

 

 

Kurama flopped on his father’s bed, watching as Youko moved around the room, finishing watering the many plants around the house. He rested his chin on his hands, watching the older boy move around the room. Golden eyes landed on green, and the blonde pounced on the unresisting, reclining body. He nuzzled the redhead’s neck, pinning his hands by his head as Kurama rolled lazily under him.

 

He settled his weight on Kurama as the redhead spread his legs. “You could help me here, you know,” He informed his younger brother, ending with a slight nip to the other boy’s neck. “The whole concept that two people would make this go much more quickly.”

 

“I could,” Kurama twisted under him a little, arching his neck further in invitation. “But I helped you downstairs and watching you is so much more entertaining. Did you know you’re quite pretty?”

 

Youko snorted, leaning down to kiss Kurama lightly. “Is that so, baby brother?” Kurama nodded with wide green eyes, his best attempt at innocence. Youko shook his head. “Oh no. I know you better than that. You’re a naughty little boy. You’re just begging to be punished,” Youko leaned up, sitting firmly on Kurama’s hips as he grinned down at the teen. “I think you might need a spanking.”

 

Kurama’s indignation was somewhat ruined as he arched up under Youko, rubbing his erection against the older boy’s. “Only daddy can spank me!” He insisted, his eyes widening, twisting his wrists a little in Youko’s grip. “And only when I’ve been really bad.”

 

“Oh, you’ve been really, really bad,” Youko shifted to settle on the edge of the bed, dragging Kurama across his lap. The redhead gave very little struggle, settling himself more comfortably across Youko’s knees until the taller boy gripped his wrists behind his back in one of his, forcing him into stillness if not a rather compliant submission. “And, we are in daddy’s bed. You could pretend.”

 

Kurama glanced over his shoulder, flipping his hair with a bit of a struggle, because Youko had in no way released the grip he had on him. “Are you asking me to call you daddy Youko? Are we really that depraved?”

 

The redhead yelped as Youko brought his open palm down on his ass, hard, even though his jeans. “Kuro’s made you do it. I’m already sleeping with my little brother, it’s not that depraved.”

 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Kurama settled again, wiggling his hips enticingly before adding. “Daddy.”

 

“Cheeky,” Youko muttered, but he wasted no time releasing Kurama’s hands enough fight the teen’s jeans down around his hips. “Count ‘em and thank me, brat.”

 

Kurama yelped as the first slap came down and Youko took a moment to massage the reddening skin as he waited for Kurama’s words, which came eventually.

 

“Thank you, Daddy. I liked that so much, may I pretty please have another?”

 

 After that he fell into a steady rhythm, Kurama squirming under him, pushing back into each of Youko’s slap, before shifting his hips down to thrust against Youko’s legs.

 

Youko continued at a steady pace, watching Kurama squirm and yelp, his words less clear, the phrase far less composed, and he lost count repeatedly. But, Youko was patient, and he wanted Kurama begging for him.

 

It didn’t take long, but long enough for Kurama’s ass to nearly match his hair, near perfect impressions of Youko’s hand decorating his skin. “Daddy, daddy please.”

 

“Please what?”

 

“Please, I want you to fuck me, daddy. I’ll do anything, just please, daddy,” Kurama cried out as Youko’s hand came down on his skin again, before the older boy shoved him off his lap. He grunted a little as he hit the floor, looking up at Youko through a curtain of red hair and nearly shed tears, sniffing a little as he waited for orders.

 

“Strip and get on your knees, brat, hands on the headboard,” Youko smirked at the sprawled redhead as he tried to pull himself together. “Let’s defile daddy’s bed some more.”

 

Kurama complied, red hair disheveled as he finished kicking off his jeans, almost tripping as he attempted to get his shirt over his head at the same time. He pulled his socks off as he crawled onto the bed, pressing his hands firmly against the headboard. Youko took a moment to admire the normally composed and contained redhead panting and nearly whimpering in need. He settled on his knees behind Kurama, petting pale skin that was now near bruised. It would be, in a few places, and Kurama wouldn’t be sitting especially comfortably for days. Youko smirked, satisfied, and nipped at a reddened cheek before pressing between the redhead’s cheeks with his tongue, pressing firmly against Kurama’s exposed hole and leaving more finger shaped bruises on Kurama’s hips as the redhead arched back into his mouth.

 

“Ask nicely,” The order was given with no room for defiance as Youko’s tongue pressed into him and Kurama cried out, babbling aimlessly, the words ‘daddy’ and ‘please’ slipping continuously from his lips, somewhere between a prayer and curse. Begging and cursing Youko’s name with every breath.

 

“Please, please, FUCK ME!” Kurama finally cried out, his head dropping between his raised arms, his nails digging roughly it the headboard’s wood.

 

Youko chuckled a little as he pulled away from Kurama to dig lube out from his pocket and hastily unbuttoning his own pants. “If you insist,” He murmured, slicking himself as he worked fingers quickly into Kurama as his body arched.

 

Kurama rubbed his head against his arms like a cat in heat, making desperate noises as he slid his knees wider, lifting his hips. “Daddy…. Please… I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

 

Youko pulled his fingers from Kurama’s body roughly, landing a smack on his ass, before leaning over his back to wrap a hand in Kurama’s hair and snarling in his ear. “Your pleasure is whatever pleases me, brat,” Kurama nodded desperately, agreeing to whatever Youko was saying as the older boy stroked his cock, lining up against Kurama’s clenching hole. “We work,” A smack as he pressed forward, Kurama’s muscles giving way easily to Youko’s cock. “On my time,” He pushed further into his younger brother as the redhead squirmed under him. “By my rules,” His hips met his reddened ass with a smack of skin on skin and Kurama yelped. Youko luxuriated in the heat of the younger boy as Kurama panted, clenching around him.

 

He left a bite on the younger boy’s shoulder as he straightened, gripping one of Kurama’s hips in one hand, the other landing a sharp slap on Kurama’s ass as he pulled out, earning a yelp from Kurama as he thrust back in.

 

“You don’t come until I tell you to, brat. Understand?”

 

Red hair flew as Kurama nodded frantically, and Youko took a firm grip in his hips with both hands, thrusting into the slim body under him. Kurama tried to cry out in time with the thrusts, but Youko’s thrust were too harsh, with too much speed, and it kept building, his hips slapping against already bruised skin. Kurama lost his grip on the headboard, ending up with his forearms braced against Youko’s thrusts so his head was spared from the aggressive thrusts, though his arms would be impressively bruised later.

 

Youko nearly snarled as Kurama clenched his body intentionally and invitingly, and Youko widened his stance to increase his speed again Kurama cried out his body tightening against his will as Youko nailed his prostate with force.

 

“Daddy… I need to….”

 

He panted out desperately, the feeling of his impending orgasm tightening his stomach. Youko clucked his tongue a bit as he wrapped his arm around the younger teen’s body to tug harshly on his balls before circling the base of his cock with his fingers tight.

 

“You get pleasure when I say you do, brat. You don’t get to come until I tell you to,” Youko’s words were strained as his thrusts became harsher. His own control as thin, after having the plaint body squirming in his lap for the spanking and hearing Kurama beg for his cock so prettily. He stiffened, barely keeping his grip on Kurama as he came, Kurama’s name falling from his lips at a near growl. Kurama sagged, his body quacking with arousal and a certain level of desperation in his voice as he whined a little as Youko pulled away from him, dropping onto the bed behind him. Kurama slumped to his side at a slap to his hip, staring at Youko with wide green eyes.

 

“Daddy?” He asked questioningly, his voice soft, slightly begging and so damn enticing.

 

Youko just smirked, rolling Kurama languidly onto his back, sliding his body up the younger teen’s and gripping his hips. “Come when you want to, brat. Keep your hands on the headboard.”

 

With that, he ducked his head, taking Kurama’s straining erection into his mouth, and swallowing without any pretense or warning. Kurama’s hips twisted off the bed, a scream escaping his lips. Youko stroked the teen’s chest with one hand, twisting nipples and dragging his nails down his skin while the other slipped under Kurama’s body to press into his still stretched hole. He twisted two fingers into Kurama, thrusting and searching until he found the redhead’s prostate. Kurama screamed again, his voice harsh as he tried to thrust up under Youko’s weight. The implied restraints and Youko’s order to keep his hands on the headboard made it that much harder to stay in control, not that he had much at that point.

 

“DADDY!” Kurama cried out again, and Youko pulled away slightly as Kurama’s body tightened around his fingers. Just enough that Kurama’s come flooded his mouth. He grinned a little, swallowing only what was necessary as he crawled up Kurama’s body, gripping the dazed teen’s chin. Kurama didn’t fight, tipping his head towards Youko and opening his mouth as Youko’s tongue pressed into his mouth. Green eyes blinked open at the slick taste of his own come being forced into his mouth but slipped closed again when Youko didn’t relent, pushing his tongue into Kurama’s mouth, sharing his own come with him.

 

Youko relaxed on top of him, combing his fingers through red hair. The redhead muttered something incomprehensible, his arms falling to Youko’s shoulders. Youko laughed. “Come on, baby brother. Let’s fix the bed and get back to my house. I think we’ve pretty well exhausted you.”

 

“You’re still a sick, depraved fuck,” Kurama murmured as Youko dragged him to his feet and groped him shamelessly, though he claimed he was only helping him to get dressed.

 

Youko shrugged, pulling the shorter teen into a kiss still flavoured with Kurama’s come. “Yeah, but you’re here too, so what does that make you?”

 

“An innocent with a sick, depraved fuck for a half-brother to corrupt him? And a victim of a really good lay. I’ve been lured into a world or sin and depravity.”

 

Youko’s headlock caused the redhead to stumble. “Watch it, baby brother, or I’ll give you to Kuronue to beat your ass and he won’t be as nice.”

 

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent of encouragement?”

 

Youko wrapped arms around Kurama, gripping his ass, hard. Kurama gasped, a combination of pain and pleasure, going up on his tip toes with his hands on Youko’s shoulders as he tried to escape the just-too-tight grip. Youko smirked. “Only a deterrent if you want to sit comfortably for the next week.”

 

…………………………………………………………

 

 

“I’m almost disappointed Kuronue. I kind of expected you to have Hiei tied up and screaming by the time we got back here.”

 

Kuronue blinked as a completely disheveled Youko and Kurama stepped through the doorway to the living room. Kuronue was sprawled on the couch, a mostly unconscious Hiei draped over his chest as he ran his fingers through the smaller teen’s hair. Kuronue just shook his head in response.

 

“Kid’s not used to Xanax. Between that and the apparently fantastic sex that he kept mumbling about, he’s been pretty much down for the count for a bit. He seems a little more awake now.”

 

Youko shrugged, dropping onto the couch by Kuronue’s feet and dragging Kurama into his lap, smirking at the way the redhead shifted a little comfortably as he tried to sit. “I still expected one, or both of you naked,” He glanced at the television, before turning and raising an eyebrow at Kuronue. “And you’re watching the news? You don’t get much more domesticated than this.”

 

“Fuck off, Youko,” Was accompanied by a sharp kick to Youko’s side. “Some girl went missing.”

 

“And?”

 

“And they found her body in an alley downtown,” Hiei muttered, his voice still a little slurred. “She went to my high school, apparently.”

 

“And, she isn’t the first one to disappear,” Kuronue added when Youko looked like he was going to question the importance of the situation again. “The police haven’t announced any sort of connection, but so far it’s been three dancers, a stripper, and one of the kandi-kids we’ve had around the house for parties. They’re all underage save the striper, and I’ve seen the amber alerts, but now that they’ve listed them all together there might be some sort of connection here. And, these are just people who have been reported missing.”

 

Youko was silent for a few moments after Kuronue’s speech, his arms tightening around Kurama’s midsection. The redhead broke him from his thoughts as he spoke up. “I recognize her,” He said slowly. “That’s the girl you had us kick out of your bed a while ago because you didn’t know her. I recognize the colour in her hair. I’ve never seen her here again.”

 

Youko shrugged a little, watching the picture they flashed up on the screen of the girl’s body they’d found, and the other missing teens. He squeezed Kurama again. “I know you and Yusuke like to sneak into the clubs and screw around downtown, but I need you to be careful until this blows over. Hiei too. And none of the disappearing acts you like to pull when you decide a trip to LA is a fantastic idea with no warning to anyone.”

 

“Yes, daddy,” Kurama teased a little, but he leaned into Youko to show he was taking Youko’s concern seriously. “Does this mean you’ll be escorting us to the rave this weekend?”

 

Kuronue snorted at the term ‘daddy’ raising an eyebrow at Youko who shrugged with a smirk, before purple eyes turned on Kurama. “Of course we are. We’re on babysitting duty for you, Yusuke, and Hiei and Jin will be there with Touya, so he can help keep an eye on you three if we help with Touya.”

 

Kurama snorted, snuggling into Youko as the older boy’s hands stole under the hem of his shirt to stroke the skin he found there. “All three of you are going sober?”

 

“Just until the after party.”

 

Hiei shifted a little blearily. “Jin and Touya like breath-play during sex,” He muttered, and Kuronue snorted, rolling to sit up properly, bringing Hiei with him.

 

“Less serious talk, more bedroom talk. Jin’s not the only one who likes to indulge in breath play,” He picked Hiei up easily, the slighter teen blinking up at him with a slight frown before apparently accepting it and allowing himself to be carried.

 

Youko snorted as he swept Kurama up into his arms, the redhead giving a yelp. “Up for a little more depravity today?

 

Kurama snorted, leaning into lick a long stripe up Youko’s neck. “Aren’t I always?”

 

Kuronue laughed as Youko threw the redhead ungracefully on the bed, narrowly missing Kuronue and Hiei as Kuronue had yet to put the younger boy down. Hiei allowed himself to be settled on the bed and Youko nearly tackled the compliant teen as Kuronue crawled over Kurama. “You’re a bad boy, aren’t you, Kurama? Maybe I should make you call me daddy too, if you like it so much.”

 

“Growing up with you two, it’s no wonder I’m so fucked up,” Kurama teased, wrapping his arms around Kuronue’s neck, and tangling his fingers in the other’s dark pony tail. “But if you like it so much, I’ll be happy to call you daddy.”

 

Kuronue’s hand pressed lightly against the redhead’s throat as he shook his head. “Cheeky,” he murmured, before leaning down for a hard kiss, sliding his hands under recently and hastily donned clothing. “Maybe I should punish you for giving someone else my title,” Kurama just nodded a little, tightening his grip in Kuronue’s hair as the older boy fondled his nipples. “Or maybe you can follow your big brother and call me Master.”

 

Youko snorted softly, his gaze shifting from Hiei to find Kuronue’s already on him, though he was still petting Kurama. “He’ll call you god if you keep petting him like that. At least you have to work to get me begging for you,” Hiei snorted a little at that comment, because he’d seen Kuronue work Youko up to begging, and after the bondage gear came out, it hadn’t taken much work. “None of that from you,” Youko ordered, leaning down to leave a series of lingering imprints of his teeth on the side of Hiei’s neck. “I can make you beg too.”

 

“Can, have, will,” Kuronue murmured, his focus on Kurama as the redhead squirmed under him, his shirt thrown to the side as Kuronue’s hands danced along his sides, making Kurama squirm under him as his fingers found all the sensitive points along the boy’s sides. He pressed a kiss to the redhead’s lips, pulling away slightly until unfocused green eyes opened and attempted to center on him. “Want me to fuck you?”

 

Kurama hummed something affirmative, nodding as he tightened his hands in Kuronue’s hair, trying to pull the older boy into a kiss. Kuronue allowed it for a moment, before pulling away and biting his away down Kurama’s chest, leaving possessive marks over his collar bones, his fingers working the fastening of Kurama’s jeans quickly to remove the offending garments.

 

Hiei blinked as he was rolled to his side to face Kurama, wondering when exactly Youko had had time to strip him and strip himself, because the blonde as pressed against his back, and it was definitely skin on skin contact. The drugs were still making their way through his system, so he just stretched appropriately, arching his neck in invitation to Youko’s exploring lips and teeth, allowing the other boy to play his body as he saw fit. Nothing had happened so far that he hadn’t liked. Slick, questing fingers found their way into his body and pulled a low moan from his throat as his eyes fall shut, one hand clenching in the fabric of the comforter.

 

“Go give Hiei something to hold on to,” Kuronue murmured in Kurama’s ear, shifting enough off the redhead that he could be rolled to his side, facing Hiei and Youko.

 

Kurama blinked, taking a moment to process the order, before moving with a soft ‘yes master’ and smirk, tangling fingers in Hiei’s hair. He took advantage of Hiei’s gasp as Youko thrust into him to press his tongue into Hiei’s mouth, pressing closer as Hiei’s hands found his shoulders as an anchor. Kurama hissed into the kiss, tightening his fingers in Hiei’s hair as Kuronue pressed into him, hiking his leg up, and pressing forward so he was spread open, his top leg draped over Hiei’s hip. The position pressed Hiei’s hips firmly against Kurama’s, their hard cocks pressed against each other. Hiei cried out as Kurama bit at his lips, his free hand sliding down to grip both their erections as best he could.

 

Youko smirked at Kuronue over Hiei’s shoulder, leaving a deep, bruising imprint of his teeth as his fingers left imprints on the inside of Hiei’s thighs and Youko used it as a handle to thrust into him repeatedly. Hiei allowed his head to fall forward towards Kurama’s shoulder, his breath coming in short pants as his body clenched and twisted as much as the position would allow.

 

Kuronue twisted a hand in Kurama’s hair, using red locks to pull Kurama into a hard, fast kiss, before pressing to the teen’s body with harder, smooth strokes that left him crying out helplessly.

 

Kurama reached his peak first, Kuronue’s name falling from his lips, his body wrung out and exhausted. Spent muscles clenched around Kuronue’s still pounding cock, milking the older boy for all he was worth as his hand convulsed around Hiei’s cock, making both of the dark haired boys shout. Hiei climaxed, a wordless scream falling from his lips as his nails left crescent shaped marks on Kurama’s shoulders, before his body fell limp with near unconsciousness, his breathing harsh and uncontrolled.

 

A few more powerful thrusts, and Kuronue and Youko came almost simultaneously with near growls, both breathing harshly as they stilled, wrapped around Hiei and Kurama.

 

Kuronue sat up on his elbow slowly, reaching over the side of the bed to grab a discarded item of clothing to half-heartedly clean himself and Kurama before tossing it at Youko. “Did we really fuck them unconscious?”

 

Youko smirked a bit as he wrestled the covers from under Hiei’s meager weight. “Well, Hiei was near unconscious anyways, and it’s the third time Kurama’s been fucked today. We can probably excuse them. Only this time, though. It might actually be a compliment.”

 

“Huh,” Kuronue muttered, ignoring the unsettled sound Kurama made as he rolled the redhead’s pliant weight until he could get him under the sheets. He gave Youko a serious look. “Your brother’s probably going to be really sore when he wakes up.”

 

Youko shrugged with a yawn, pressing his body against Hiei’s back. “He can’t say he didn’t ask for it. Begged, actually.”

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Oh yeah. Do y'all like my cheesy as porn dialog? Also, I realized while editing this how many times I brought up the fact that Kurama and Youko are brothers and that I really will write anything that comes to mind when I'm writing this story. 



Anyways, that's chapter five for y'all. Until next time.