Dry Country

A/N: Love the immature bantering.^_^

Dry Country By: boysluvcraft
Epilogue…

Hiei sighed as he lay back on the grass. The lush green blades were soft, sort of fuzzy and smelled like peaches, peach-grass, one of Kurama’s designer hybrid species. As was the mango-orchid tree that cast a cool shade over the diminutive man. Hiei closed his eyes feeling deliciously lazy. A pleasant breeze blew over the hills, carrying with it the faintest sound of an old fashioned brass band, mixed with sounds of children playing, and families picnicking. It was amazing, just one year ago this entire planet was a barren wasteland and he and the Tantei 4 were the only life on it. That was back when it was still called Plant 364, now it was Neufrigga. It was a real proper planet now complete with forests and animals, cities, populations, and property taxes. They even had a few holidays of their own, like the Neufriggain Water-day festival, which was being held on that very day. It was the celebration of the day one year ago of when the planet became a life sustaining home, i.e. the day the Tantei 4 struck water. That’s why Hiei was on Neufrigga, as one of the honored guests at the celebration, because without their valiant efforts there would be no Neufrigga. At least that was what the governor had said before he introduced them at the opening ceremony.

A soft footfall caused Hiei to open one of his eyes. It was only Kurama coming over the hill, so Hiei didn’t see any need to get up.

“There you are Firefly,” Kurama spotted him.

“Care to join me for some peace and quiet, Foxy?” Hiei drawled, “I for one have had enough of being a public spectacle.”

“Oh it wasn’t that bad,” Kurama rolled his eyes, “It’s just a little ceremony, and a parade, and a picnic, and-- yes, I suppose it is a bit more fanfare than you are used to. But it’s not everyday you’re celebrated as the heroes of an entire planet, you know.”

“I hope it won’t be everyday--” Hiei grunted, “or even every year. It’s pain coming all the out here.”

“Sure, next year they can hire actor look-a-likes to play us,” Kurama humored him as he settled down on the grass next to Hiei.

Hiei reflexively moved his head to rest in Kurama‘s lap while he snapped, “Don’t be stupid. There’s no actor alive who is sexy enough to play you.”

“Ah, Hiei,” Kurama sighed with resignation. There were times Kurama swore he would never figure out his small lover’s personality. But he loved it. This was a good thing, because Hiei had become a permanent fixture in his life and there were no signs of that changing.

One year ago when they had returned to Earth, Hiei and Kurama had gone their separate ways. They didn’t break up; their lives were just in different places. But before they parted they promised to keep in touch and try to find a way to visit each other whenever they could. Neither one realized at the time how hard that arrangement as going to be to keep up.

“I did tell you, I doen’t want to be set up on any dates,” Kurama sighed into the phone receiver. He could almost image the disapproving look on his mother’s face at that moment. He would have actually seen it, but he had just moved into a new house and didn’t have the phone’s video link set up yet.

“This is the third one you‘ve canceled on,” his mother told him. “They’re very nice girls, you know. Maya’s a nurse and a very good conversationalis., I‘m sure you have lots in common--”

“Mother, you’re meddling,” Kurama gently pointed out.

His mother sighed apologetically, “I know, I know, darling. I just worry that you’ll get lonely living in that big house all by yourself.”

Kurama remind her that he needed the room for his research and he was fine living alone, though he was sure she wouldn’t believe it. He wasn’t sure he believed it. He had gotten so used to the close conditions of the complex. It was strange for him to get up in the morning and eat alone, take a shower alone, go to work alone, go to bed… alone. Sexy red eyes and a saucy smile flashed through his mind. Hiei.

“Are you there?” His mother’s concerned voice came through the receiver.

“Oh! Yes, I was just a little preoccupied there for a second. I have a lot of things on my mind with the move and all,” he assured her. Their conversation went on a bit longer before they said good-bye and he hung up. He probably should have just told her that he had a boyfriend. She would have understood. It wasn’t like it was twenty-first century, when homosexual relationships were strictly taboo. And since the discovery of gamete conversion proteins, enveetro fertilization and pseudo wombs, two people of the same sex can even have babies together, so his mother wouldn’t have to kiss the idea of grandchildren good-bye.

For a moment a picture of Hiei with a swollen belly and a drop-dead look on his face came into Kurama’s mind. He added a bundle into Hiei’s arms and then two miniature versions of themselves playing on the floor. He smiled, “It’s a good thing I bought such a big house.” He sighed as he went back to his unpacking, “Like that will ever happen.”

The reason he didn’t want to tell his mother that Hiei was his boyfriend was because he wasn’t sure how valid that assuming was anymore. They had been on Earth for a little over two months and they had spoken on the phone only three times. He knew he was just as much to blame for that as Hiei was, but each time he went to pick up the phone he thought, what do I say to him? Up until then their relationship had been such a physical one. It was almost surprising to think how much thy relied on sex as a form of communication. Hiei never was much of a talker, which would lead Kurama to another fear; would he be annoyed if I called him up with no reason for it? The last time they spoke was when Kurama told him he was moving another house. Hiei seemed so distant during that call. Maybe he was tired of him, Kurama thought. Hiei did have a life of his own. He may have found someone else, moved on. If someone had told that to Kurama two months ago, he would have called them an idiot. After all the hell they had gone through together, nothing would have been able to tear them apart. But now….

Kurama had to stop unpacking because he was having trouble seeing. He lifted his sleeve to wipe the tears out of eyes. When had he started crying? They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but Kurama just felt more insecure, more full of doubt. He wondered if he was just tearing himself up over something that was already over.

It was two nights later. Kurama was in his study reading a book, by the light of an oil-lamp. There was a storm outside and it had knocked out the power. He heard a loud thump. At first he ignored it believing it was only the wind beating on the side of the house. Then he heard it again. It sounded like it came from the front door. Again the knock. It was the door. He frowned and put down his book. “Now who would be out in this weather,” he muttered as he went to the door. He opened it and to his surprise there stood Hiei. His clothes were soaked and clinging to him like a second skin. His normally spiked hair hung limp, dripping with rain.

“Hiei!” Kurama exclaimed, “What are you doing here.”

Hiei tipped his face up at Kurama. His cheeks were red from the cold and the rain. “Do you still love me, Kurama?” His voice barely carried over the howling of the wind.

Hiei’s appearance was so unexpected-- and cute-- it sent Kurama into such a state of shock, he could hardly find his voice, “I-I. Of course I do. Yes. I love you so much….” Why was Hiei there? And asking him that? Could it be that Hiei was feeling the same in insecurities that Kurama was? Suddenly Kurama felt like a heel. He had been so wrapped up with how much he missed his Hiei; it hadn’t occurred to him that Hiei may have been missing him. He felt so stupid, so selfish, so… stupid!

Hiei stopped him for any farther stammering-- and mentally berating himself-- when he stepped forward, drawing Kurama down to meet his ice cold lips. “Then never leave me again,” Hiei gasped after they parted.

Kurama shook his head, “Never.” He reclaimed Hiei’s lips, pulling him into the house. He didn’t care if mud and water got on his new rugs or if they knocked over and broke something as they fumbled around in the dark. His Hiei was there.

“We’d better get you out of these wet cloths,” Kurama slid his hands down Hiei’s front, feeling those firm muscles underneath. “Maybe a hot bath too.”

“Why don’t you warm me up?” Hiei purred.

“Oh don’t worry I will,” Kurama responded, “But it will work better if we get in a bathtub of warm water.”

“We?”

“I’ve got a really big bathtub, big enough for two at least.”

Hiei chuckled, “Makes sense. This house looks like it‘s big enough for a family of six.”

“You know, I just thinking the same thing the other day,” Kurama grinned as if it were the funniest thing in the world. Hiei, of course didn’t see the humor.

A few minutes later Hiei was slipping into a warm bath. Kurama had brought two lamps in to serve as light. The oil gave off a slightly sweet smell and bathed the room in warm amber light. Kurama turned down the wicks a bit before he moved to take off his shirt. Hiei watched him undress, noting how delicious his flesh looked in this light, like living honey. Kurama delicately stepped into the tub and slid into the water behind Hiei. The smaller man scooted forward a little to give the other more room to settle. Hiei moved back to rest his back against Kurama’s chest. Kurama’s chest felt so hot against Hiei’s skin, that was still a little chilled from being outside. He could actually feel the heat flowing from his lover into him. It was almost sensual in a way.

“Would you like me to wash your hair?” Kurama asked him.

Hiei responded with a nod and a quiet murmur. Kurama stifled a giggle as he retrieved the shampoo. Hiei’s eyes slid shut as Kurama worked the soap into his scalp. His breath was coming in long deep sighs as if he’d fallen asleep. He wasn’t asleep though just highly contented. Hiei moaned, “Mmm, you’re really good at this, it feels… good.”

“I should be good at it,” Kurama said with some amusement, “I mean look at all the hair I have.”

“I always assumed you sent it out to be dry-cleaned.”

“Oh funny,” Kurama splashed him. “Alright, let’s get you rinsed out, smart-ass.” After Kurama had worked all the suds out of Hiei’s hair, he retrieved a bottle of his body wash and a cloth to wash Hiei’s body with. His body wash was lavender-vanilla scented. It was sweet, but not overly girly. It mixed in with the steam and filled the room with its warm, sleepy odor.

“Serious though, this is nice,” Hiei said. Under the water he traced his finger up and down one of Kurama’s thighs. The sensation sent a shiver down the redhead’s spine. Hiei, “We never got to do stuff like this at the complex, cuz of the water rationing thing.”

“Yes, but at least we were always close by,” Kurama only meant it as an idle comment, but it came out with a tinge sadness, which Hiei did not miss.

He frowned and turned to face Kurama. “You okay, Foxy?”

Kurama shook his head to clear it. “I’m just a little overwhelmed, I suppose,” said Kurama. “I mean, I missed you so much, and now you’re here, and… I don’t know. What do we do now?”

Hiei shrugged, “You can start by fucking me.”

“Huh?” Kurama was taken aback.

“What you don’t want to fuck me?” Hiei scowled, “You plan on making me do all the work after I just crossed half a continent just to see you?”

“No-- I mean yes,” Kurama puffed in exasperation. He noticed how Hiei was grinning at him like a cat that caught a mouse. “You know you have a peculiar way of showing your affections,” Kurama told him dryly, “Hold on to the side of the tub.”

Hiei was clearly pleased with this. He moved onto his knees and leaned over the edge of the tub. “Like this?” He purred, giving Kurama the most seductive look he could muster. It was pretty seductive, almost as seductive as the expression that was on Kurama’s face as he inspected his lover.

“Hmm, yes,” Kurama gently stroked up and down his thigh. Hiei’s closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation. Kurama took the opportunity to stealthy slip his hand around to Hiei’s front.

Hiei’s eyes snapped open with a gasp, “Ohh Foxy, yes, touch me. Haah! Not so fast. I know I’m not gonna last too long, but… oh… a little longer.”

“Don’t worry about it, love,” Kurama nipped at his neck and then whispered in his ear, “We’ve got all night. I can make you come again and again, if you want.”

“Ohhh,” Hiei moaned.

Kurama kissed a path down Hiei’s spine. His wet forelocks trialed along Hiei’s skin like phantom caresses. Hiei whined when Kurama’s hand left his needy member. Then he released a whine of a whole other variety, one of need and expectancy, when he felt Kurama’s hands gently spreading his ass cheeks. Hiei unconsciously spread his legs farther. Kurama took a moment to admire the view. Only he ever got to see Hiei like this. Typically so aloof, but here he was open and exposed, his breath coming in ragged gasps, wantonly showing off his cute little secret pucker. Kurama shivered at the prospective promises that were held within the little bud.

Hiei could feel the warm puffs of Kurama’s breath ghosting across the skin on his derriere. Hiei thought he would die from the anticipation, and then suddenly Kurama’s hot tongue darted out over his hole. He nearly cried out from the shock and the pleasure, but habit made him swallow the scream.

“Don’t hold it back,” Kurama implored him, “There’s nobody else here to hear you, so let your voice out. I want to hear it. It want to hear you scream.” He pressed his tongue firmly against Hiei’s pucker.

“Ohh-ahhh, damn!” Hiei cried out as the hot muscle invaded his passage. His hips bucked back, wanting more of that feeling, but Kurama’s hands held him in place like a vice. All Hiei could do was clutch at the side of the bathtub and whine, “Ohh-ohhhh…yes… oh more, more.”

Kurama swirled his tongue around the edges of the quivering entrance, before darting it in and out, making Hiei howl all the more. Hiei‘s cries were so delicious. He never got to make Hiei call out like that back at the complex. They always had to keep their voices down so that the people in the next room wouldn’t hear them. But now they could scream until their throats bled!

“You want more, Firefly?” Kurama panted.

Hiei growled, “That’s why I’ve been screaming, ‘more more more,’ you-- AHH!”

Kurama shoved two of his fingers into Hiei’s body. It was rough, but he knew Hiei liked it rough. Though Hiei’s body did accept the stretching a bit easer than he had expected, considering that it had been at least two months since they’d had sex. He should be a little out of practice-- unless. “Hiei, have you been masturbating when I wasn’t around?”

“What kind of a stupid question is that?” Hiei snapped at him.

It was a good as a confession. Kurama grinned, “Show me.”

“What?! Ohh- ah, damn you,” Hiei cursed because Kurama had zeroed in on his sweet spot while he was trying to be difficult. Kurama touched it once more, before pulling his fingers out.

“Show me or I won’t touch you again for the rest of the night,” Kurama told him.

Hiei knew this was no idle threat. Kurama could be ruthless when he was in the right mood. With a the blush on his cheeks deepening to a crimson shade, Hiei reached between his legs and pressed his to fingers into his hole, easily sinking them up to his knuckles. He couldn’t contain the heady moan that welled up as he did so. He deliberately worked his fingers in and out of himself. It was so embarrassing, doing this withan audience. His skin felt like it was on fire. Yet, knowing that Kurama was watching him made the experience all the more erotic.

“That feel good?” Kurama cooed.

“Feels better… when you do it,” Hiei gasped.

“I’m sure,” Kurama purred, slipping his finger in next to Hiei’s. Hiei pulled his own fingers out.

“Enough teasing, Foxy,” Hiei grunted, “Give it to me.”

“Give what to you?” Kurama chuckled.

“You’re going to make me say it?” Hiei cried out impatiently, “Fine! I want your dick! Shove it deep inside me! Split me like lumber! Whatever, just fuck me!”

Kurama wanted to laugh, but that would have been going too far. Instead he grabbed Hiei’s hips, roughly, effectively cutting off the small man’s rant. He quickly lined himself up and with one deliberate shove he was sheathed in Hiei. It was a good thing he was holding on to Hiei so tightly otherwise he may not have been able to support his own weight. Hiei’s passage was just so snug and hot, Kurama wasn’t sure if he was about to come or faint. Whoever said Hiei’s small size was a disadvantage as a lover was an idiot. By the time Kurama composed himself, Hiei was grumbling and wiggling beneath him.

“Hang tight, Firefly. I’ve got you,” Kurama panted as he pulled himself out of Hiei, only to slam back in.

“Ah yes, Foxy,” Hiei encouraged him, “Again! Don’t stop.”

Kurama move again. His hips slapped against Hiei’s rear. The water in the tub splashed. Hiei kept demanding more and Kurama gave him more. Harder and faster they moved together, but at the brutal pace there was no way they would last for long. With one firm shove Kurama emptied himself deep inside Hiei’s bowels. Before the aftershocks of his orgasm could run out, he reached around Hiei and stroked him to completion. He rode Hiei through is orgasm. Hiei’s convulsing walls massaged Kurama’s sensitized member until he felt as if he would melt.

“This is getting a little dangerous, love,” Kurama whispered once he could speak again.

“Dangerous?” Hiei repeated dumbly.

“Having sex that good in a bathtub,” Kurama told him, “I think I might pass out and drown.”

Hiei turned to face Kurama with a deep throaty chuckle, “You know I wouldn’t let you drown, though we both may die of hypothermia if we don’t get out soon. This water’s starting to get cold.”

“Right, I did promise to get keep you warm too,” He glanced up at the clock feeling suddenly very sleepy. It was past midnight. “Bed?” He asked Hiei.

Hiei yawned, which Kurama took for a yes. They got out of the tub. Kurama gave Hiei a towel as he put on his bathrobe. Kurama had an extra toothbrush that Hiei could use and a big tee-shirt to sleep in. Hiei had told him that he brought some person items with him, but they were outside in his saddlebags. Apparently, Hiei rode a motorcycle. Just another surprising tidbit. The next few days held a lot of those. Like, Kurama doesn’t always like to change out of his pajamas if he doesn’t plan on leaving the house. Or that Hiei can cook and Kurama can’t. Hiei couldn’t keep track of his keys if his life depended on it. They were little things really, but it’s always those little things that prove to be the most endearing.

On the third day of his visit, Hiei expressed a wish to move closer to that area, closer to Kurama and asked is if there was anyplace up for grabs. Kurama told him “The left side of my bed.” The issue was then closed. Hiei would move in with him. And that’s how they’d been living for the past year before they returned to Planet 364-- that is Neufrigga.

Kurama sat in the peach scented grass, which he had developed himself, as he reflected on his happy life with Hiei. Hiei was resting his head on Kurama’s lap, eyes closed and relaxed almost to the point of being asleep. He looked so adorable when he was like that, Kurama thought. He bent down to pace a chaste kiss on Hiei’s lips. Hiei’s eyes fluttered open as a soft sigh escaped his lips.

“What was that for?” Hiei asked when the redhead withdrew.

Kurama replied, “For being wonderful.”

Hiei flashed him a knowing smile, “Is my little foxy going into heat?”

Kurama snorted, “You know, I am capable of showing affection without being horny.”

“Yeah, but you are, right?” Hiei shifted so that he rubbed the bulge in Kurama’s pants.

“So I am,” Kurama squirmed, and then “but it’s because you’re wonderful that I get this way.”

“I suppose that means I have to take responsibility,” Hiei sat up with a chuckle and turned to face Kurama, “But you’re pretty wonderful yourself.” He pressed Kurama’s palm into his lap. “You gonna take responsibility too?”

“Gladly,” Kurama purred, leaning forward to take Hiei’s lips. He gripped the bulge under his hand and was rewarded by a gasp against his lips. Hiei in turn worked his hand between Kurama’s legs to stroke his manhood as well. His hands were so nimble and strong. Kurama moaned and moved his hips in time with Hiei’s strokes. “H-Hiei, I need to take off my pants,” Kurama gasped.

“Already?” Hiei tilted his head. They had barely started.

“No,” Kurama shook his head, “You’re just making me all wet and… well, embarrassing stains, you know.”

“Ah that’s right, you do leak quite a bit when you’re really aroused, don’t you Foxy?” Hiei teased him. Kurama would have had a comment for that, but Hiei was already unfastening his pants. Hiei parted the material allowing Kurama’s full member to spring out into the open air. His cock twitched and leaked fluids from the tip, almost begging Hiei to taste it.

Hiei was just about to do so when, “Hey! So this is where you guys took off to.” The two jumped at the familiar voice of Yusuke Urameshi, former foreman of the Tantei 4 drilling company. Yusuke said cheerily, “Whoops, sorry. Did I interrupt something?”

“By now, you don’t count as an interruption,” Hiei rolled his eyes, “Grab a seat I’ll be done with this in ten minutes.” “This” meaning the erection that he was currently holding in his hand.

“Actually Hiei--” Yusuke began, then--

“Oh my!” Another exclaimed.

“Koenma’s coming up the hill behind me,” Yusuke finished belatedly.

“Um, should we come back later?” Koenma asked awkwardly as he tried not to look directly at the two hot guys who were obviously in the middle of an intimate moment.

Before anyone could say anything to the contrary, Kurama gasped excitedly. Pointing to Yusuke’s left hand the exclaimed, “Is that it, the ring? I read about in a tabloid, but it’s really true?”

“Yep,” Yusuke showed Kurama the wide gold band on his third finger, “Koenma here’s planning on making an honest man out of me.”

“We haven’t picked a date for the wedding yet,” Koenma told them as he walked up behind Yusuke and wrapped his arms around the other man’s shoulders. “The two of you will be invited, of course.”

“I can hardly believe it,” Kurama shook his head, “Wow! Look at the size of that rock.”

“Yeah, I thought it was a bit much, but Baby-cakes here insisted,” Yusuke told him.

“Well, I am a billionaire and the heir to one of the biggest companies on three worlds, it is expected that any lover of mine should be treated like nothing less than a princess,” Koenma told them.

“Hey, knock it off with the princess stuff,” Yusuke griped.

“You don’t seem to mind me calling you that when we’re alone and you’re wearing those fishnets and those lovely high heels,” Koenma muttered into Yusuke’s ear.

“Princess?” Kurama giggled.

“High heels and fishnets,” Hiei gaped. “Tell me there are photos and will you send some to me.”

Obviously, Yusuke and Koenma had a developed a very active and interesting life in the bedroom since leaving the complex. In fact it wasn’t until well after they had left the complex and returned to Earth that Yusuke and Koenma had full intercourse.

It was five weeks after they had returned to Earth that Yusuke was finally allowed to return to a normal life, having been held up with investigation interviews, court statements and other sorts of legal red tape that resulted from the invasion of the complex. He had returned to his apartment in Sarayashiki City. He used to like that apartment. It had a comfortable sized bedroom and bath, a decedent kitchenette where he could prepare real food, and a big living room. And he had it all to himself. He couldn’t count the times when he was in the complex and wished he had more space, more privacy. Now he was home, his apartment felt too big, too empty. He realized how accustomed he’d become to living with others.

Some things in life would have been easer of him if he lived with other people, for example when preparing a meal. That was what was going through Yusuke’s mind as he poured over a cookbook, trying to work out in his head how much garlic to put in a dish for one person when the recipe serves five. Since he was only one person, it would have been easer and cheaper to just to buy his meals as frozen dinners. In fact the checkout girl at the grocery store had even told him that. He told her to bite him. He was going be damned before he ate pre-processed food out of a cardboard tray again. So thus, Yusuke was stuck doing measurement conversions in his head-- and possibly planning the demise of an innocent cookbook when a knock came at his door. He tossed down his cookbook with a grumble and went to the door. He opened it and low-and-behold it was Koenma standing on the other side, dressed in a nice tan suit and holding a dozen white roses.

“Koenma!” Yusuke practically jumped into the man’s arms.

“Carefull for the thorns,” Koenma warned as returned Yusuke’s hug.

Yusuke showed Koenma into his apartment and to the couch. Yusuke joined him after putting the roses on the counter. He asked, “So does you being here mean the investigation is over?”

“First things first,” Koenma told him and then he drew Yusuke into a deep long kiss. “Mmm, I’ve been dieing for that for weeks. Anyway, the investigation is still underway. Our testimonies have actually reopened a few cold cases that they think may be related. But, they had finished with me so I’m free.”

“Uh-huh,” Yusuke barely caught most of that. He was still dazed over the kiss Koenma had given him.

“So,” Koenma ran his thumb over Yusuke’s lips, “You have any plans for dinner?”

“I was just going to cook something, but I haven’t started yet,” Yusuke told him.

“Well I made some reservations if you’re interested. And don’t worry about standing out, it’s a trendy place, but not too fancy,” Koenma assured him.

Yusuke agreed to go, of course. He was excited about it too, a real proper date with Koenma. It was like a dream come true. H changed into some nicer clothes, though they were probably no where near as expensive as Koenma’s. Still Yusuke looked good in a pair of black slacks, pale gold colored shirt, and Dark forest green jacket. First, Koenma drove him to a nice little bar on the second floor of the third ritziest hotel in town. It was classy, minimal, no fancy plaster moldings or gilded surfaces, just smooth polished black marble and soft leather couches. The light was subdued enough to be relaxed, but not enough to make the place seem dim. Upon entering Yusuke was aware that there were not a lot of people there and it was the time of day when most bars were packed. The man standing at the door recognized Koenma right away and greeted him by name. Yusuke figured it must be one of these member’s only joints he’d heard of. They were given a couch back in a corner which was hemmed in on one side by a partition and then obscured by potted plants. It provided a nice little isolated area were Yusuke and Koenma could catch up and flirt without attracting unwanted attention.

Next for dinner, Koenma hired a cab to drive them to a restaurant in the bay. Yes, IN the bay. The restaurant was aboard an old cruse liner that had been decommissioned from sailing few years ago. There was nothing really wrong with it. It was just built twenty years ago when it was fashionable for ships to be styled to look like antique ships from the 1920’s. Since then fashion had changed and the company that owned the liner decided to modernize. They sold it to a private individual who parked it in the bay and converted it into a novelty hotel/restaurant. Every inch of the place was laced with its own quirkily charm, right down to the pretty waitresses dressed like French maids, for some reason. But for all that, Yusuke more than suspected Koenma had chosen that particular place because of its tables. Rather than chairs, the tables were ringed by one long curved booth. So during the duration of the meal Yusuke and Koenma gradually scooted closer together until they were nearly on each other’s laps.

After dinner, Koenma took Yusuke to yet another hotel for a walk in their gardens, which Yusuke thought looked more like a small well-kempt forest with a sidewalk. The drinks at the bar and the wine from dinner had Yusuke pleasantly tipsy. He leaned a little on Koenma as the walked. Koenma for his part seemed pleased with this and happily put his arm around Yusuke’s back.

“You sure know how to show a fella good time,” Yusuke said lazily.

Koenma asked, “It wasn’t too much?”

“Uh-uh,” Yusuke shook his head against Koenma’s shoulder, “I got to go on a date with my Koenma. I don’t think I could be happier.”

“Should I take that as a challenge for the future?” Koenma smiled a bit.

“If I say ‘yes’, will I regret it?” Yusuke quirked an eyebrow, “Cuz this was fun and all, but it does wear ya out. I’m not sure I could keep it up every night or whatever.”

“What? You would prefer, I don’t know, staying in and ordering a pizza?” Koenma said in a disproving tone.

“And maybe a movie download too. What of it?” Yusuke said defiantly.

Koenma laughed before leaning down to kiss Yusuke on the cheek. “I knew there was a reason why I loved you,” He said. Yusuke blushed and opened his mouth to return the endearment, but Koenma spoke first. His tone was different, a little unsteady, but utterly serious, “Yusuke.”

“Um, yeah?” Yusuke turned to see Koenma’s expression matched his tone.

Koenma took both of Yusuke’s hands in his and whispered softly, “I’d like to make love to you tonight.”

The statement sent a wave of heat rolling through Yusuke’s body. A lump raised in his throat, making it difficult to respond. So, Yusuke nodded. Koenma checked them into a room at the hotel. Later as Yusuke lay on the bed, naked save for a bed sheet, waiting for Koenma to finish in the shower, he swore he was more nervous than the first time he’d ever had sex. Then again, this time was different than the other times. He was about to lay with the man he loved, a man that he possibly wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The bathroom door opened, letting out a cloud of steam. Koenma stood framed in the doorway, hair damp, his bare chest and shoulders spotted with fine water droplets, and a towel slung low around his hips. Yusuke couldn’t help the groan of appreciation that escaped him when he looked at Koenma.

Koenma slid into bed next to Yusuke. Yusuke reached out and enfolded Koenma into his arms. “You know how this is done, right?” Yusuke asked, knowing that Koenma hadn’t had experience with guys before.

“Yeah,” Koenma blushed, “I’ve been, uh, studying.”

“Studying, huh,” Yusuke grinned, “Porno or yaoi fanfics?” Koenma gave him the we-are-not-amused look and Yusuke teased, “Ah, both. That’s my diligent guy. I knew there was a reason why I loved you.”

Then he pressed his grinning lips against Koenma’s. Koenma seemed to forget about Yusuke’s taunting almost as soon as the contact was made. He opened his mouth like he had so many times before to let Yusuke in. While Yusuke teased and probed Koenma’s mouth, his hands slipped down to remove the damp towel that was covering Koenma’s lower half. Once the material was out of the way, Yusuke brought his hand back to lightly palm Koenma’s member. He was already so thick and hard, Yusuke noticed. He would have loved nothing better than to sink down and take that length into his mouth, suck it deep and hear Koenma’s pleasured moans. But no, not yet, if he wanted Koenma to get his full enjoyment out of this encounter, he needed to take this slow and make it last. Meanwhile, Koenma was participating more fully in their kissing, letting his tongue tangle and play with Yusuke‘s. His hands played across Yusuke’s skin, caressing and tickling down his sides from ribs to hip and back up again, far more boldly than he ever had before. Koenma was usually shy about touching Yusuke, but now he was taking so much initiative, Yusuke was impressed. Then he really surprised Yusuke, when he reached between his legs, past his balls and stroked the flesh there. The sensation raised goose bumps all over Yusuke’s body.

Damn! He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d been studying, Yusuke howled in his mind. Unconsciously, Yusuke gasped and spread his legs wider to give Koenma better access to that spot. It was at that same moment, Koenma turned the tables on him. With Yusuke so preoccupied with the pleasures he was receiving between his legs, he forgot the battle that was taking place between his tongue and Koenma’s. Koenma’s pressed Yusuke’s back into its own territory where was pinned down, defeated. Koenma’s was then free to invade and plunder Yusuke’s mouth. He did so with great fervor.

Yusuke thought it was wonderful-- if the mental processes Yusuke was using could be called thought. Fore it was more akin to a primal urge, like a thirst he had not been aware he had until it was in the process of being sated. He was drinking in and becoming drunk on the heat and the passion he was feeling from Koenma that night. He was scarcely aware of when Koenma rolled him over onto his back and pressed him into the sheets beneath him.

Then all at one Koenma pulled back. Yusuke gasped at the air that his lungs were starved for. Above him Koenma was doing the same. That was when it registered to Yusuke; Koenma was on top of him, between his spread legs. Yusuke had sort of imaged this happening the other way around. He opened his mouth, about to say something. But then he caught sight of Koenma’s eyes. Those beautiful honey colored eyes were darkened with desire and almost seemed to boil with heat as he stared down at Yusuke. Whatever words Yusuke might have said died in his throat and their ghosts escaped his mouth as a soft whimper.

Koenma bent down to give Yusuke another soft kiss on his lips, but only briefly before he moved down Yusuke jaw and on to suckle at his neck. The hand that had been toying with the sensitive flesh between his legs, moved lower to touch his secret entrance. Yusuke held his breath while Koenma pressed his digit inside. Koenma’s fingers met little resistance as he moved deeper. Yusuke could feel Koenma inside of him, experimentally touching and exploring his walls. Koenma pulled his finger out and then placed a second digit at Yusuke’s entrance. He hesitated. Yusuke figured out pretty quickly why Koenma had stopped.

“I’m not a virgin,” Yusuke told him with a sultry smile, “My body’s used to this sort of play. So, you don’t gotta be worried about being too rough. Actually, I kinda like it rough.” To drive his point home, Yusuke took Koenma’s hand and pushed those fingers into himself. “Ohh,” he moaned as his walls expanded to accommodate the digits. Koenma’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Yusuke tugged at his wrist to encourage him to move his digits in and out. “Yes! Finger fuck me baby!”

That lewdness was just the spark needed to reignite Koenma’s passions. He pulled his long fingers half way out of Yusuke and then drove them back in to the knuckle. “Ahh, yes!” Yusuke keened. Koenma moved his fingers in Yusuke, scissoring, twisting, reaching, and searching. Then he found the thing he’d read about in so many male erotic stories, that soft spongy nub inside of Yusuke. He touched it.

“Yes yes, that’s the spot,” Yusuke shivered.

“Oh, Yusuke,” Koenma breathed as he kissed a path down his body, “I love you.”

“Hmm, you too,” Yusuke purred.

Koenma’s fingers continued to work inside of Yusuke for only a little while more, before Yusuke felt those finger’s leave him. He made a small disappointed sound as he looked up at Koenma. Koenma gave him a kiss on the cheek as he reached for the nightstand drawer. He found the small plastic bottle that he had placed there when Yusuke had taken his shower, nestled next to a room service menu and a phonebook. The fancy gilt letters on the label proclaimed it to be “Massage Oil”, but it was pretty clear what its true function was.

Yusuke watched as he poured a generous amount of the oil into his hands and then reached down to rub it into his hard member. Koenma bit his lip as his slick hand glided over his manhood. His face tinged pink and his lips glossed red from the consequential pleasure he was giving himself. His cock was flushed deep with color, almost fuchsia, and thick. Yusuke ached to have that thing inside of him. When he was satisfied that he was properly lubricated, Koenma leaned down to cover Yusuke, using his hand to guide himself to Yusuke’s entrance. Yusuke spread his legs even wider and lifted hips to give him a better angle.

“Are you ready for me,” Koenma whispered to him.

“Would I be here if I weren’t” Yusuke smirked at him.

Koenma let out a brittle laugh, “Point taken.” Without farther conversation he pressed his hips forward. His tip pushed against Yusuke’s small pucker, for a moment Koenma doubted that it would fit. But then Yusuke’s body opened and swallowed his tip. Inside was so hot and tight. Koenma stopped his forward motion with a hiss. He had had sex with several women, but none of them had ever been this tight. Koenma almost felt as if he would come in Yusuke at that second-- and he was barely in Yusuke. Koenma took a few deep breaths to compose himself. Once he had that done, he open his eyes, he had not realized he had squeezed shut. He saw Yusuke beneath him, face flushed with tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

“Yusuke?” Koenma enquired.

Yusuke panted, “Ohh, you’re so big….”

Someone could have fried an egg on Koenma at that moment, that cute response form Yusuke had made him so hot. The funny thing was Yusuke had no idea how cute he being. So it took him by complete surprise when Koenma growled and caught his mouth with a searing kiss. Koenma’s hands gripped his hips as he forced his cock several inches deeper into his body. It was sudden and rough, sending a jolt of pain followed by waves of pleasure ripping through Yusuke’s body. Yusuke tried to cry out, but the sound was swallowed up in Koenma’s voracious kiss. Giving Yusuke no time to recover from the last blow, Koenma pulled out fractionally. Then he thrust back in and then again and again, each time feeding more and more of his length to Yusuke’s body. Yusuke took every inch greedily calling for more, until he felt Koenma’s hips resting flush against with his rear.

“Don’t stop!” Yusuke demanded, wrapping his legs around Koenma’s waist. Koenma was the last person that Yusuke would have assumed be an aggressive lover, nor had he known how much this unanticipated aggression would thrill him. He clutched onto Koenma, digging his fingers into the flesh of his firm ass, desperately trying to draw Koenma impossibly deeper inside of him. All the while telling him, “Oh, yes! Fuck me more with that big cock! More!”

Koenma rocked into him harder, faster. The bed creaked and protested underneath them. The sounds of their cries and slapping wet flesh were building to a crescendo.
Koenma reached between them, tugged roughly at Yusuke’s cock. Koenma was stroking him inside and out. Such sweet friction, it made Yusuke’s voice crack and his toes curl, and a burning heat welled up in his core until he felt as though he might explode form it. All he could do was scream, “AHH-AHHH…. KOENMAAA! AHHHHH!!!”

Yusuke exploded. Thick rivulets of cum gushed out to paint his belly and drip over Koenma’s hand. In the wake of his orgasm, Yusuke’s mind drifted to that place of warm fuzzy satisfied bliss, made doubly blissful for the feel of his still heated lover grunting and thrusting into him like a drowning sailor disparately swimming for the shore. Yusuke felt as if he floated outside his boy, yet conversely his body was sensitive to every minute thing. He could feel every warm drop of sweat that fell from his lover onto him and each soft sigh that ghosted across his skin, the heat radiating from his body. Yusuke could even feel Koenma’s pulse inside of him.

“Ah-I love… y-you… Yusuke,” Koenma shuttered out with a grunt and one last shove.

And then Yusuke felt liquid heat filling his insides. In the moments immediately following their first coupling, Yusuke felt as though he’d been broken and then put back together again. Parts of him that he did not know he was missing were filled in, and he was made stronger for it. He wrapped his arms around Koenma. They fit together like a parts from well made machine. He muttered, “I love you too.”

Consummating their relationship did nothing to cool their desires for one another, in fact, it fueled their desire to the point that they’d became virtually inseparable. They were together almost every night at one or the other’s apartment-- or in a hotel, if they deiced to go out that night. But there was downside. Yusuke’s lover was Koenma the young, handsome, and rich Koenma. It shouldn’t have come as any surprise that Koenma would garish the attention of society. It was not long before some noticed Yusuke‘s almost constant presence. One day they caught a member of the paparazzi following them on one of their dates. Thankfully, they had not done anything compromising in front of him, but the situation did get them thinking. Carrying on a secret relationship was a big burden on both of them, a burden that would only become worse should their secret be discovered. What, the son of Reikei Corps. CEO is having a secret affair with some roughneck workman? It would have caused a media circus Now, they had no intentions of breaking up over it, but how did they plan protect their secret? The answer; by having no secret to protect.

They would simply announce their relationship to the world. Sure it would cause something of a buzz at first, but with the lack of a secretive scandal people would get tired of it in a few weeks and they’d be left alone. They sold the story to Suzaku Birdman and Seiryu Icesmith journalist for the popular Maze Magazine, which was owned by Reikei so the couple knew the editors couldn’t warp the story. Yusuke had been nervous about the whole thing, but the interview went off smoothly enough. They told their story-- leaving out a few of the more interesting bits, of course. And it was over in no time. It wasn’t until the morning after the issue was released that Yusuke was given the shock of his life.

Yusuke was sipping his morning coffee on the terrace overlooking a well tended garden. He had gone with Koenma to his family’s summer home for the weekend. It was just the two of them, of course. Koenma even sent the servants away so that they could have some privacy. Which was probably a good thing, they must have had sex in just about every room in that house-- it was a big house too. Yusuke’s body was still pleasantly sore from the encounter he and Koenma had had the night before in the third floor linen closet.

Koenma came out on the terrace, bearing a tray of cold fruit and hot cakes. There was also a rolled up magazine tucked under his arm. He greeted Yusuke cheerily, “Morning lover.”

“Don’t tell me that’s it,” Yusuke nodded to the book.

“Hot off the presses. I went into town early today to pick it up.” Koenma set down their breakfast and presented the magazine.

“I’m not sure if I wanna look,” Yusuke groaned melodramatically.

“It couldn’t be that bad,” Koenma rolled his eyes and handed Yusuke the magazine. “Just give it a look. I went through a lot of trouble to get it.”

“Oh yeah, ya drove all the way into town,” Yusuke said sarcastically, “better go lay down, ya might have jet lag.” Yusuke opened the magazine to the appropriate page and started to skim through the article. Then something caught his eye, a section in large, fancy red print. It read: In private Reporter Susaku asks Koenma if he thinks their relationship will go the distance. To which Koenma replies, “I hope so. I plan to marry that man, if he’ll have me.”

Eyes glazed, Yusuke looked up from the paper. Koenma was near him, kneeling on the one knee, a shinning gold band in hand.

Which brings us back to the present day, when the two lovers met up with Hiei and Kurama in the shade of a mango-orchid tree on a hillside of peach-grass. And they teased Yusuke over his inexplicable nickname, “Princess.”

“Anyway,” Kurama quickly changed the subject before Yusuke could get any redder, “Have you heard about Kuwabara? He’s gonna be daddy.”

“He told me that,” Yusuke said excitedly.

“He’s not the only one,” Koenma said and then he and Yusuke both wore knowing smiles.

“You’re not!” Kurama exclaimed, touching Yusuke’s middle.

“Not me!” Yusuke batted his hand away. Kurama’s gaze shifted to Koenma.

“It’s not me either,” Koenma rolled his eyes, “It’s Jin.”

“You‘re kidding,” Kurama had the oh-my-gosh look on his face.

Hiei just nodded and said, “Thought he looked a little round around the middle. Who’s the daddy?”

“It’s Chu believe it or not,” Koenma supplied.

“I didn’t know they were a couple,” Kurama frowned, “Wait didn‘t Chu just introduce us to his wife, Natsume?”

“She can’t have kids for some reason,” Yusuke explained, “But they both really really want some, so Jin’s playing surrogate for them.”

“Wow,” was all Kurama had to say to that.

Yusuke snorted, “I know, that’s some hardcore friendship there.”

“If those two idiots are breeding, it must be a sign of the end of days,” Hiei put in drably. The comment earned a round of laughter from the other three men.

“So, what about the other three?” Kurama was referring to Toya, Suzuki, and Shishi. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to them with all the commotion of the festival going on.”

Koenma answered, “Oh, the three of them are stationed together on Reikei’s satellite in obit around this planet. They’re surveying the north-west hemisphere for more potential oases.”

“Yeah, it’s such a coincidence that those three wound up assigned to the same ship, ain’t it, babe?” Yusuke smirked.

Koenma shrugged, “Ya don’t break up a winning team.”

“Speaking of breaking things up,” Hiei interjected, “We were kind of in the middle of something here that we would really like to finish.”

Koenma and Yusuke both looked down at Kurama as if just remembering the state they had found these two in. Kurama’s clothes were still partially unfastened. He had tucked himself back into his pants, but the bulge inside was still very evident.

“Oh, um sorry,” Yusuke waved his hands in apology, “I guess we’ll be getting out of your--”

“Wait,” Kurama stopped them. A devilish look played across his pretty features, “Do you remember that thing we talked about before?”

Hiei caught on quickly, “You mean that thing?”

“You don’t want to?” Kurama gave him a sexy pout.

Hiei chuckled, “Sounds… delicious, but you think they’ll go for it?”

“Yusuke liked it the time we brought it up,” Kurama reminded him.

“Oh!” Yusuke finally worked out what the two were talking about, “That thing!”

“What thing?” Koenma was suddenly suspicious of his lover.

“Well, you know how I told you that me and them were REAL close,” Yusuke wheedled, “And we used to talk about stuff….”

At which point Hiei’s limited supply of patience ran out, he blurted out, “Koenma, would you be interested in a hot and horny homoerotic four-way tryst?”

Both Yusuke and Koenma looked as if they’d been shot. Koenma answered, “Uh, sure?”

“Really?!” Yusuke asked excitedly.

Koenma turned his head to scan the other couple up and down. “Oh, yes. I think I can do this-- That is if it’s what my Princess wants?”

“Duh,” Yusuke grinned.

“Alright then,” Koenma turned to Hiei and Kurama, “I suppose we should get going. Um, your rooms or ou-- WHAA?!” Koenma cried out when Hiei swept his feet out from under him, causing the brown haired man to fall flat on his back.

“What’s wrong with right here?” Hiei murmured and he crawled up over Koenma. Hiei took advantage of the momentarily stunned Koenma to roughly claim his open mouth, plunge his tongue deep inside in a completely dominating the kiss. But Koenma regained his bearings quickly. He pushed his tongue back against Hiei’s trying to fight it off, trying to claim dominance for himself. His hands gripped Hiei’s hips like a vise, making the smaller man groan in pleasure.

“Awe, I think they like each other,” Kurama stated it as if the two were merely a pair of kittens on a play date.

“Fuck they’re really going at it,” Yusuke observed.

“Ahhh,” Hiei moaned as he ground himself against Koenma’s hip. Koenma didn’t make any sounds. His mouth was too busy nibbling at Hiei’s neck.

“Doesn’t watching them like this make you hot, Yusuke?” Kurama asked as he crawled over the grass to where Yusuke was sitting.

Yusuke treaded his fingers into Kurama’s bright red hair and kissed him gently on the cheek, “Yeah, but I think we could do it a bit better, don‘t you?”

Kurama moaned and let Yusuke pull him down so that they both rested on their sides in the grass, arms twined around one another. Yusuke buried his face into Kurama’s collar. His memory supplied him a map of the redhead’s pleasure spots, which he had discovered over a year ago, when Hiei and Kurama had invited him into their bed. Yusuke found and teased those places just as easily as he had then. Kurama was just as sensitive to them now as he was then, as well. Yusuke moved to the spot behind Kurama’s ear, running his tongue over it in a lazy little circle. Kurama gasped and bucked his hips. His clothed erection brushed against Yusuke’s, inadvertently sending a jolt of excitement through the dark haired man. Yusuke had to use all the will power he had to not grind himself mercilessly into those lovely hips of Kurama’s. Not that he had any reservations about grinding with Kurama. He just wasn’t readily to let himself get that excited yet. He wanted to get the redhead silly with pleasure first.

Yusuke’s hands drifted down to Kurama’s shirt buttons, picking them off one by one until he had exposed an expanse of smooth creamy flesh upon which stood two perfectly erect pink nipples. Yusuke growled deep in his chest when he saw them. He swooped down to give one of them a quick lick.

“Ohh, do that again,” Kurama moaned, tugging at Yusuke’s shoulders.

Yusuke smirked, returning to the pink little bud and drawing it into his mouth. Kurama just loved having his nipples played with. Yusuke already knew that from their encounter over a year ago. He brought his hand up to the other nipple, giving it a light pinch and a roll. Kurama groaned and bucked from the sensations. Yusuke gave his nipple a light bite, before switching to the other one. The pink little nubs where quickly becoming red ones with the treatment that Yusuke was giving them. It was then that Yusuke noticed Kurama’s hand sneaking down to tug at the material of his open fly. His full erection easily lolled its way out into the open air.

“Naughty boy, Kurama,” Yusuke snatched the hand way before Kurama could touch himself. “There’s three guys here wanting to play with you. It ain’t no fair if you don’t share your toys.”

“W-was just taking it out of the package for you,” Kurama husked.

“And what a package,” Yusuke muttered as he slid down Kurama’s body until he was eye level with the redhead’s arousal.

Meanwhile, Hiei and Koenma had put their own make-out session on hold to watch Yusuke and Kurama. Hiei noted, “I think we’ve been out-done.”

“With view like this, I think I live with it,” Koenma replied, “Oooh.” He let out a pained little moan when Yusuke took Kurama’s cock into his mouth. Koenma knew from experience how talented Yusuke was with his mouth. He was sort of jealous of Kurama at that moment, getting a phenomenal blowjob from his boyfriend, but at the same time Koenma was immensely turned on, getting to see Yusuke pleasure another man.

“Um, Hiei?” Koenma asked the smaller man, “Is it really okay for us to be doing this out here. I mean, what if someone walks up?”

“Not an issue,” Hiei said brushing his fingers along the back of Koenma’s neck. “Look. See, it’s getting dark. Everyone will be gathering in the park to watch the fire works display.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Koenma leaned into Hiei’s caress. “And here I thought we were just being reckless.” He tilted his head.

“Reckless, when my Foxy is involved? Never,” Hiei told him before reaching to nibble at the neck exposed to him. His hands moved down to softly stroke the man’s chest. Koenma placed his palms on the back of those hands and guided them to touch him more, down his sides and over his belly. Hiei allowed this for a few moments before he took back the initiative and moved his hands lower to caress Koenma’s hips. One hand slipped down between Koenma’s legs to cup his heavy erection.

“My, this is mighty impressive,” Hiei noted as he pumped his hand up and down the cloth covered shaft. “Do you think I may be granted the pleasure of feeling this marvelous cock inside of me tonight?”

Koenma gasped, whether it was from Hiei’s comment or his stroking shall remain unknown. Koenma gasped, “I didn’t think you were the one that… I mean um….”

Hiei chuckled, “I do Seme most of the time, so you’re not completely wrong. I do, however on occasion, enjoy being put on the bottom. Why, does Yusuke never let you top?”

“Actually,” Koenma blushed, “I’ve never been, uh, the bottom.”

“You’re kidding!” Hiei stopped what he was doing to stare at Koenma wide eyed.

Flustered, Koenma tried to explain, “Well, whenever we, ya know--”

“Bone,” Hiei supplied dryly.

“Yeah sure, bone,” Koenma rubbed his thumb between his brows. “Whenever we do that, he’ll start out aggressive sometimes, but in the end we always wind up in the same rolls. I mean, I’m not complaining, he’s a great lay. And he enjoys it. So….”

“But don’t you wanna try,” Hiei squeezed Koenma’s rear. He felt Koenma’s manhood throb under his hand. It was all the response he needed. He got up and crossed the few feet between them and the place where Yusuke was in the process of oraling Kurama. He thumped Yusuke on the back of the head, “Spit that thing out, moron. I need to talk to you.”

“What the hell, Hiei?!” Yusuke shouted after he released Kurama’s member, a.k.a ‘that thing.’

Hiei pushed his cross face into Yusuke‘s and said, “Is it true that you have had your hands on the sweet ass for more than a year now,” He pointed at a very red Koenma, “And you have not even made an attempt to mount it?”

“Uh well, yeah, I guess that’s true,” Yusuke rubbed the back of his head, “I meant to, but I didn’t think he wanted to and he’s so good on top… I don’t know what to say.”

“I’d say your man needs to get his sweet little virgin ass over here so we can get on with it,” Kurama said sharply. He was beyond niceties at that moment. Not wanting to incur the wrath of a horny Kurama, Koenma came over to join the other three.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Hiei muttered to Kurama.

“Divide and conquer,” Kurama nodded. They split apart and rushed the other couple, this time Kurama went for Koenma and efficiently ridded him of his clothes. Hiei did the same to Yusuke.

“I kinda feel exposed,” Yusuke laughed nervously.

“Yeah, isn’t it great,” Hiei purred as he removed his own clothes. Then he dropped down Yusuke‘s body, “Here, let me get you wet.”

“What about,” Yusuke glanced over at his lover, whose nude body was being caressed and delighted by Kurama.

Hiei followed his gaze, “Don’t worry he’s in good hands. By the time he’s ready for you, he’ll barely be able to feel anything but pleasure.”

Kurama had moved to kneel behind Koenma and coaxed the man to sit on his lap. He swept his hands up Koenma’s front tracing the contours of his belly. His thumb stalled at the naval to rub sensational little circles around it, before he continued up to Koenma’s chest. He could guess where Kurama was headed Koenma could almost feel his nipples tingling in anticipation. Kurama gently grasped Koenma’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them in opposite directions. Koenma gasped and his body spasmed.

“Shh, just relax and leave everything to me,” Kurama told him before running his hot tongue up the back of Koenma’s neck.

“H-how am I supposed to relax with you doing these things to me?!” Koenma squeaked.

“Don’t worry we’ll get there,” Kurama whispered as he placed his fingers at Koenma’s lips, asking him to suck them. While Koenma obliged, Kurama’s other hand drifted down to stroke at Koenma’s member. When his fingers were sufficiently wet he pulled them out of Koenma’s mouth and told him, “Spread your legs. Wider. Now tilt your hips a little… there you go. Perfect.”

Without father delay, Kurama dipped his fingers down to trace small tantalizing circles around Koenma’s rosy entrance. Koenma shuttered at the strange tickling sensation that sent little sparks of pleasure straight to his cock. And speaking of which, Kurama was handling that quite nicely as well, stroking it with slow twisting motions. It had Koenma so distracted that he nearly forgot about the digits preparing to invade his virgin orifice.

Unbeknownst to Koenma, the redhead had positioned him so as to give Yusuke an unimpeded view of his lover’s secret treasures. Yusuke saw Kurama’s first finger teasingly ghost across Koenma’s pucker. Yusuke’s cock throbbed and he bit his lips, starving to see that digit sink into that hollow. Hiei noticed the sudden tenseness in Yusuke and glanced behind him to see what had caused it. He smirked. Only Kurama could tease two men with one finger. After one final circuit, Kurama pressed the tip of his finger to the pucker. Yusuke watched the digit disappear into that orifice, up to the first knuckle. Kurama wiggled and tugged at the placid flesh before pulling his finger out and then pushing it back in again, this time twice as deep. Yusuke gasped and shook as if it was his ass that had been penetrated.

Hiei smirked against the cock he was licking, “Hn, show off.” He popped his own fingers into his mouth and slicked them with spit. Then he reached between his legs to fiddle with his own entrance. With his back to the other two he was relatively sure Koenma could see what he was doing. Then he heard Koenma gasp, “Oh dear god, fuck!” He was absolutely sure he could see.

Koenma’s head was spinning. Kurama was working two digits in his ass. He thought that it would have hurt, but it only felt a little weird at first. Any pain that he may have experienced was drowned out by the pleasurable feeling of Kurama’s hand on his cock. It was compounded by the singular voyeuristic pleasure of watching Hiei finger himself. The knowledge that between those globes was a near mirror image of what Kurama was doing to him. And then there was Yusuke, being licked and swallowed by another man, yet it was him that Yusuke’s eyes were so heatedly fixed on.

“Ooohhh, god,” Koenma moaned leaning his head back on Kurama’s chest.

“Boys,” Kurama called to the others, “I think he’s just about ready.”

Wearing matching grins, Hiei and Yusuke made their way over to the other two. Kurama moved to allow Yusuke to take his place behind Koenma. Koenma half turned to catch Yusuke in a smoldering kiss. Hiei let them savor the tender moment before he moved in. Stroking one finger up the underside of Koenma’s cock he said to Yusuke, “Such a nice hard he’s got going here, seems a shame to waste it. If you’re taking his rear, mind if I have his front?”

“Help yourself,” Yusuke shrugged, “What about you Kurama? What do you wanna do?”

Kurama tapped his finger on his chin, “Oh, I’ll find a way to fit in there somewhere. For now, you boys can get started and I’ll just enjoy the view.”

“There you have it,” Hiei said twining his arms around Koenma, “It’s me and you, boss man.” He pulled Koenma down on top of him with a sound that could have almost been construed as a giggle.

Koenma looked down on the small dark haired man beneath him, marveling at the surrealism of the moment. He nervously licked his lips and glance back behind him to make sure Yusuke was there, before lining himself up with Hiei’s entrance. He could feel Yusuke doing the same behind him. He remembered the full feeling he had when Kurama had both his fingers inside him. He could only imagine how much more intense that feeling would be when Yusuke’s member filled him. Yusuke placed his hands on Koenma’s hip gently guiding him to move his hips forward, into Hiei. The smaller man’s body opened easily enough to swallow the tip of his cock. But then once he was inside the small man’s muscles clamped down on Koenma so tight the man’s vision turned white. It was a wonder that he didn’t come right then. Yusuke took advantage of the small widow of euphoria to press his full member past Koenma’s entrance.

“Ahh,” Koenma sobbed for the initial pain of penetration.

Yusuke stilled himself and hurriedly bent head to kiss Koenma’s neck. “It’s okay, baby, I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Hiei wiggled under Koenma, seeking more friction from Koenma’s wilting shaft, which was actually helpful. His movements massaged Koenma’s cock back to life, while distracting him from the pain until his body had adjusted to the intrusion. Soon Koenma was ready to move forward.

“Yusuke,” he whined, pressing his hips back onto Yusuke’s member.

Yusuke gritted his teeth. Koenma was so tight it was difficult to resist just slamming into him, but Yusuke managed. He slowly pulled himself out a fraction and then pressed his way back in. Koenma released a pleasured hiss as Yusuke filled him again. With his hands on Koenma’s hips, he guided the man to move with him as he set up an easy rocking motion.

“Ahh, Yusuke,” Koenma moaned his hips involuntarily jerking forward into the warm body beneath him. But then and equal and opposite urge would strike him causing him to push back on the hard length behind him. The pleasurable surge that filled him then caused him to jump forward again in a vicious cycle of heat, desire, and fulfillment.

“Getting a little wild, babe,” Yusuke panted, gripping onto Koenma’s hips to regulate his pace.

“I-I can’t help it,” Koenma cried, “It’s sooo good!” He thrust into Hiei, hard.

Hiei gasped, “Ah, yes! Get with the program, Princess. We want to be fucked today.”

“Hey,” Yusuke shouted indigently, “Koenma’s the only one allowed to call me that! How would you like it if I started calling you Firefly all the time? Huh, Firefly? Cute little Firefly.” Each pronouncing of the word Firefly was punctuated with a harder thrust of his hips into Koenma.

“Princess!” Hiei retaliated, lifting his hips and pressing back on Koenma with each grunted P, “Pretty pretty Princess!”

“Firefly!!”

“Princess!!!”

Between them Koenma moaned, “Ahhhh, why did ever discourage you men from fighting? Oh dear god, I‘m gonna come!”

“Oh, shit!” Yusuke suddenly forgot about his altercation with Hiei as Koenma’s tight ass muscles clamped down impossibly tighter around his member. Yusuke closed his eyes and focused on driving his needy member into the heart of his lover’s ass. “Hold on, just a little bit more, baby, a little more. Oh-oh, yes, that’s it. Oh fuck, yeah!”

“Y-Yusuke, I… I can’t-- AHH!” Koenma held off his orgasm as long as he could, but with Yusuke’s hard cock pounding his insides and Hiei’s hot body surrounding his manhood, he’d reached the end of his rope and spilled his load all over Hiei’s ass and thighs.

The timing couldn‘t have been better, Yusuke managed to get himself to the edge too and the clenching and quivering of Koenma’s passage was just the thing he need to push him over into orgasmic bliss. He came crying out, “Oh Koenma, baby, I love you!”

And then there was Kurama, the one who had been thoroughly aroused before the whole orgy had even started, yet chose to sit the first round out. Through the three’s coupling he had sat on the side watching patently. Now, he intervened to gently catch the two exhausted men before they could collapse. In all likelihood their combined weight would have been enough to crush Hiei who would have been beneath them. Kurama thoughtfully helped the other two men to settle on the grass to one side, before he turned to Hiei. The look in his eyes when they fell on Hiei was anything, but thoughtful and gentle.

“You liked that, didn’t you? You little cock hungry fiend,” Kurama growled as he grabbed up his small lover and flipped him over onto his stomach. Before Hiei could regain his bearings, Kurama was on his back, hard cock grinding between his ass cheeks. “You just love having a big fat cock up your ass, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Hiei gasped out between heavy breaths.

“Say it,” Kurama demanded, pressing hips forward with just the slightest pressure, but not enough to breach Hiei’s entrance.

Hiei hissed, “I love having a big fat cock up my ass-- especially when it’s yours. Give it to me, Foxy.”

“What do you say?” Kurama smirked.

Hiei growled in indigence. Exposing himself in the open, having kinky sexual activity with three guys and saying stuff like, “I love having a big fat cock up my ass,” was one thing, but what Kurama was asking for was just beyond embarrassing. Hiei huffed, “Please.”

“That’s my good little Firefly,” Kurama smiled before he drove himself deep into Hiei. Kurama grunted, “Take it, ahh yeah!” He pulled himself completely out of Hiei before ramming it back in burying himself to the hilt.

“Ahh, yes Kurama!” Hiei gibbered, “Damn it, no one fucks me as good as you do. Oh, I love you, KURAMA!”

Meanwhile Yusuke and Koenma had recovered enough from their climaxes to move. Yusuke shuffled up next to Kurama, whispering in his ear, “May I?”

“Oh, I know what you like Yusuke, go ahead,” Kurama nodded.

Without delay Yusuke laid down on his back and slid under Hiei, finding his straining, swollen erection there practically weeping for attention. Yusuke arched up and took the thing into his mouth. He moaned as he sucked and savored the small man’s flavors.

“Damn Yusuke, why do you have to be so freaking hot,” Koenma cursed as he took a spot in front of Hiei and then claimed the small man’s lips.

The passionate fires burned hot, but were short lived, as both Hiei an Kurama were so worked up to begin with. No sooner than Kurama had increased his pace, then Hiei spilled his seed into Yusuke’s mouth. A few frantic thrusts more found Kurama his conclusion.

Minutes later the four men laid limp and sated on the soft peach-grass. The grass had proved itself to be an agreeable breed, not only had it not sustained any damage from the men’s activities, but it also left no irritating cuts or scratches on the men to dampen their post-coital bliss. The sky had long since grown dark. Patterns of light bloomed in the sky accompany by the racket of booms and pops, and the “oh’s” and “awe’s” of the distant crowd. It was an impressive display to say the least, but to the four lying together on the hill, it was nothing when compared to the fireworks they had created.
“Now that was something,” Yusuke noted idly.

“Yes, perhaps we should invite them on our honeymoon as we’ll as to our wedding,” Koenma joked.

“I could go for that,” Hiei put in, “If you’re going some place tropical, that is. If you’re going to a ski resort or something, forget it. I don’t do cold weather.”

Kurama gave Hiei a funny look, “You don’t do cold weather? I thought you were born in Alaska.”

“Alaska?” Koenma sat up, “Your personnel paper’s said you were a Japanese citizen.”

“I thought you were from Illinois,” Yusuke rubbed his chin, “Or did you only go to school there? I distinctly remember you say something about going to SIU.”

Hiei rubbed the bridge of his nose irritably. He said Yusuke, Koenma, and Kurama respectively, “I did, I am, and technically, yes. It’s complicated. My mother was visiting an old friend and… premature labor… whatever. Let‘s talk about something else,” He waved his dismissively, “Koenma sure has surprisingly large cock doesn’t he?”

Yusuke laughed, realizing not for the first time what queer bunch of friends he had. On that note he said, “You know, it’s weird to think that one day on this planet, there’s gonna text books with our pictures in them and people calling us ‘the founding fathers’ and stuff like that.”

“Could you just image school children writing reports on us?” Kurama laughed into his hand.

“And then after the battle for the complex as won, our founding fathers celebrated by having a free-for-all make-out session,” Koenma impersonated board history instructor.

“And every year to commemorate the occasion,” Yusuke picked it up, between laughs, “Our founding fathers gathered together and boned each other senseless!”

“Now that’s a tradition I could get behind,” Hiei grinned at his lover.

Kurama wrapped his arms around Hiei. “I’m sure that’s not the only thing you plan on ‘getting behind’,” he teased.

Yusuke shrugged, “I think it’s unanimous. Same time next year?”

The other three glanced at each other then replied, “Same time next year!”

Neufrigga, formally known as New World 364, was once a dry, sand covered wasteland. It is now a lush budding new world, thanks to the efforts and heroism of the Tantei 4 Company of the Reikei Corporation. They brought life to a lifeless planet, and protected it for those would someday call it home. But the remarkable thing about the heroes of Tantei 4 was that they did not for the fame or the adulation. They desired nothing more than the standard pay offered to off-world workers-- and perhaps a little action between the sheets. Heaven only knows what they’ll write in the history books.

END
A/N: Yes, it’s finished! I could have called it quits at the end of Ch.5, but I kept thinking that it was important to see how the couples faired once they re-entered socially. Anyway I like to thank all my readers who bore with me through this strange ride. And an extra big thanks to my reviewers for encouraging me. AU is sort of a tricky thing. On the pro’s you got a lot more creative freedom, but on the down side it’s more difficult to get people to give them a chance. I think I’m going to take a couple days off before I start my next story. See ya there.