Pirates of the Makai

Pirates of the Makai
Part Six

It was night and all the other seafarers were asleep in their beds. It was a still, clear night, bright with a moon that wasn’t quite full yet, and just a little cold. Yusuke found Hiei nestled in a bit of net that had been rigged into a hammock, staring out over the glassily dark waters. He had volunteered to take a round of the night watch, for reasons he didn’t disclose.

Yusuke sought him out the small captain for reasons he wouldn’t disclose. Hey, this could be his last chance to speak with him. After Yusuke’s new pirate acquaintances picked up some supplies, they would be returning him to Reikei and trading him for the Makai Whistle. After that, he’d be out of it and back to his normal life. Why did that thought send a wave of sadness washing through him?

“You look agitated,” Yusuke said approaching the former captain. “Here, I brought this for you. Thought you could use something to warm ya up.” He handed Hiei a big steaming mug of coffee.

“I’m always agitated, Prince,” Hiei said sipping at the coffee, “It’s part of my charm.”

“Uh listen,” Yusuke chewed his lip, thinking of what it is he wanted to say, “I’m real sorry, you know, about everything that’s happened. I mean, you lost your ship and stuff, and that was all my fault for running away with Kurama--”

“Why did you run away with Kurama?” Hiei asked.

“I don’t know. I was scared, I guess.”

“I thought you understood. I wasn’t going hurt you.”

“That’s not what scared me.”

“What then?” Hiei asked, staring at him intently.

“I uh…” Yusuke stalled when his eyes locked onto Hiei’s. There was something behind those eyes, something Yusuke couldn’t recognize. But it made his stomach flip in a way that was not unpleasant. He lick his suddenly dry lips and muttered, “I’m not sure anymore. It seemed so long ago.”

“I don’t blame you,” Hiei said easily, “for me losing my ship, that is. You were played the same as the rest of us. From what Kurama tells me, Seiryu has been coveting my position for some time. He would have betrayed me at some point or another.” Hiei smirked, “But while we’re sharing, there was one little thing I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Oh what’s that?”

“Your real name.”

“M-my name?” Yusuke stammered, “I, uh….”

“I know you’re not Koenma. You could not possibly be Koenma.”

“How? Since when”

“You remember the first time I took you?” Hiei smirked superiorly, “You were so hot and so tight I thought I was going come before I could even move. Hmmm. Anyway, I could tell you’d never been taken like that before. And it’s a well known fact Prince Koenma has been riding the Lord Urameshi’s cock for years. Not that your real identity changes much, I’d just like to know the correct name to call out next time I mount that formerly virgin ass of yours.”

Yusuke dove on Hiei so fast he nearly flipped him out of the hammock. Yusuke didn’t understand why he’d done it. He just knew his body was suddenly on fire. Hiei had done it with his crass words and his heated stare. The real question was; did Yusuke want him to put the flames out, or raise them higher until they consumed him? Yusuke pressed his lips hungrily to Hiei’s, kissed him fast and sloppily, making wet sucking sounds as they pulled apart and came back together again.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Hiei gasped between kisses, “I’d say you wanted me to do it right here and now.”

Yusuke‘s lips paused a breath‘s width from Hiei’s. He thought for a second then breathed, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Hiei started.

“Okay.” Yusuke confirmed.

Hiei purred, “Okay.”

He ran his hands up Yusuke’s sides, lifting his shirt with them and then dropping it on the deck below them. He took a moment then to admire Yusuke’s tight muscular form, grazing his fingertips minutely over the flesh. He leaned up and kissed a dusty colored nipple and was satisfied to see it stand at attention at his touch. Yusuke gasped. Hiei gave the nub a light pinch before he moved on. He stroked his palms down Yusuke’s body over his belly, down to his pants. Hiei tugged on the drawstring and Yusuke’s pants simply fell away. He wasn’t wearing anything more.

“The name?” Hiei queried before licking his fingers.

Yusuke moaned, “Hiei…”

“No that’s my name. Try again.”

“Huh? Uh, Yusuke.”

Hiei paused, “As in Urameshi? Don’t tell me you’re the famous courtier who’s slipping it to the Prince.”

Yusuke blushed, “Uh well… yeah.”

“And when a bunch of murderous pirates came after him, you took his place,” Hiei murrmured, “You must really love him.”

“I… wouldn’t call it love,” Yusuke said slowly, “It’s hard to explain. It’s one of those relationships of convenience that we aristocrats are so well known for. Don’t get me wrong, we like each other and the sex is good and stuff. But we‘re not in love.”

“Sure?”

“Did you know I have a fiancée?” Yusuke smiled bitterly, “Lady Yukimura, she’s a respectable girl from an honorable family. The engagement was set up by our parents when I was sixteen. When I was informed of the decision, Koenma… congratulated me, shook my hand. He even arranged for the coach to take me go meet her.”

“I see.”

“Hiei,” Yusuke nuzzled at his saliva soaked fingers, “No more talking, kay? I can’t wait anymore.”

Hiei smiled as he slowly moved his hand down his back, “Whatever you want, Yusuke.”

He pushed his first finger into Yusuke’s hole, up to the first knuckle. Yusuke’s back when ram-rod straight with the sensation of being penetrated. He still wasn’t used to the feeling, but damned if he couldn’t get used to it!

Yusuke tipped his head back and a soft moan escaped his mouth along with a white puff of breath. The cold air outside tickled at his flesh, reminding him that he was completely naked, out in the open where anyone could walk up see him. He was shaking and moaning as Hiei worked his fingers up his ass. A guy can’t get much more exposed than that. So dangerous, so naughty, it excited him, made him want it even more.

“Hiei,” Yusuke called at last, “I-I want…mmm!”

Hiei chuckled, “I know what you want.”

Hiei slipped his fingers out of Yusuke’s body, laid back on the hammock. Yusuke couldn’t help but admire the bulge that had formed in the front of Hiei’s pants. Hiei unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, letting the trapped member spring free. He moved his hand slowly up and down the stiff shaft, showing Yusuke how big and hard it was.

“You want to get it wet before you climb aboard?” Hiei flirted, “Oh!”

Yusuke didn’t bother with wordplay, he fell on Hiei’s cock, quickly and thoroughly licking it and covering it with salvia. He heard Hiei gasping and felt him shaking under his efforts. He could have spent an eternity subjecting Hiei to the wonderful torture, but the cold wind on his bare bottom reminded Yusuke that that hot cock was need someplace else.

With one last parting kiss at the base of the shaft, Yusuke climbed up Hiei’s body until Hiei’s erect member was pressed against his entrance. He took a deep breath, thinking; okay you know how to do this. He’d had sex like this plenty of times-- granted not as the taker, but he basically knew how it worked. He just had to lower his hips….

Instantly he felt the burning heat moving up his backside. He gritted his teeth against the pain. But he didn’t stop, he kept sinking lower and lower, inch by burning inch, until his ass rested neatly on Hiei’s thighs.

“Breathe Yusuke,” Hiei murmured to him.

Yusuke let out a shaky breath, he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, watched it plumb in the cold night air. “Ahhh….”

Hiei wrapped his hand around his wilted arousal and started to pump it back to life. Soon the pain faded and Yusuke felt as though he could move again. Lifting his hips minutely, he felt the warmth inside spark. He pressed back down and felt it again. Again. Again. Deeper. Harder. The heat inside welled up, burning in sharp contrast to the chill without. He looked down at Hiei, still clothed head to toe, warm, hidden.

“That’s hardly fair,” Yusuke groaned. He snatched at Hiei’s shirt buttons, violently jerked the material apart, revealing an expanse of beautifully sculpted muscle. Yusuke moaned at the sight, “Oh baby, you’ve been hiding this from me, not fair. Not fair at all.”

He pressed his palms to Hiei’s chest, felt the rock hard muscles tightening under his touch as he moved even faster on Hiei’s member. Hiei let out a deep growl, hooked his heels in the netting and thrust up hard to meet him. His night chilled fingers clutched at Yusuke’s flexing ass. Their combined movements sent the hammock swinging wildly, nearly threatening to spill them down on the hard deck. But Yusuke could care less. Sweat dripped down his body, cooling, making him shiver while Hiei made him burn inside.

“Haa-ahh-ahhhhh!!” Yusuke cried out as his climax ripped over him.

“Oh fuck YUSUKE!” Hiei suddenly swooped and stole his lips in a skull crushing kiss.

Their energy washed out of them then, like the tide washes off a beach. They melted softly into the hammock, not even bothering to disengage their lips. Hiei kissed him for just a little while longer, but softly now. His hand tenderly stroked Yusuke’s cheek.

“I think I’ve discovered something of a problem,” Hiei said dryly.

“What’s that?”

“Your market value; it’s much greater than I anticipated. I don’t think Reikei has enough money to buy you back from me,” Hiei smirked, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you forever.”

Forever. With Hiei forever. Hiei. The idea made Yusuke’s stomach dance with excited panic and his mouth go dry. He managed to husk out an, “What about the Makai Whistle?”

“Guess I’ll just have to steal it,” Hiei said a-matter-of-factly.

“You think you can steal from the royal vaults?” Yusuke drawled doubtfully.

Hiei smiled again and bundled him close for another kiss, gave his ass a good squeeze “Wouldn’t be the first royal treasure I’ve stolen, now would it?”

Meanwhile, not too far away, a certain redhead was leaning heavily against a wall, wiping cooling cum off his hand with a handkerchief, feeling happy for the occupied couple and somewhat jealous.
* * *
They put in at Gandara. Yusuke made his way down the gangplank, glowering because once again he found himself in a dress; a lovely cream colored affair with royal blue ruffles. It came with a matching fan, parasol and clutch as well as a pair of pretty red shoes and a tiny yellow hat that was perched atop his pinned and curled hair. Yusuke felt so encumbered by all the clothes and accessories, he wondered how it was women ever managed to leave the house. However he had to admit this dress was a lot more comfortable than the one Kurama made him wear before. The shoulders and chest were much broader, as if it was designed to fit a man-- it wouldn’t be surprising if it was, considering that they found it laying around on Youko’s ship. But whatever, Yusuke thought, at least he didn’t have to synch up his corset to the point that he couldn’t breathe to fit into it.

The reason for Yusuke’s dress? Well, after the near miss on Hangman Island the boys were a little shy about docking, but the Den of Pleasures was scarcely provisioned and they were planning on a long, long voyage to Reikei then on to the fabled Maze Castle. So, for the sake of the company, Kurama volunteered that they go to Gandara, where he may beg for assistance from his Uncle Yomi, whom, to Yusuke’s surprise, was governor there.

And somehow that equals Yusuke in a dress. “He liked you, Ko-chan,” Kurama said as if that excused it. Dressed in breathtaking white suit with blue and gold trim, a purple sash tied at his waist, he laced his hand with Yusuke’s and proceed to lead him, like a gentleman. That was until Hiei bumped between them with a rude grunt and took Yusuke’s arm for himself.

He was wearing an elegantly tailored suit, all black save for a splash of white at his collar. Where he found an outfit in his size on the ship and way it was there… it was best not to think about it. Yusuke played the part of an escorted woman and laid his hand on Hiei’s as they walked. It wasn’t a bad role.

“Will we be meeting the governor in his home?” Yusuke asked as they navigated the city streets, a handsome man on either side of him.

“At his place of business actually,” Kurama informed him, “Yomi runs a newspaper on the side and that’s where he keeps his office.”

“A paper?” Hiei snorted, “Well, I suppose that helps keep him in office, controlling the news and information. Whatever I don’t care about his personal policies as long as he’s willing to give us what we need.”

“He will,” Kurama assured him, “Though he might lord it over us.”

“This is it?” Hiei said when they stopped. The building was not too different from the ones in the area. It had big front windows, red painted double doors, and a big sign that said ‘Gandara Inquirer’ on it. “Not as tacky as I thought it’d be.”

Inside they were greeted by a shrunken old man. “Mr, Yuda,” Kurama recognized him, “Is Yomi in? I really would like to speak with him.”

He shook his shriveled head, “Governor Yomi is a busy man. Have you an appointment?”

“Well no, I--”

“Then you can not see him. Come back when you have an appointment.”

Suddenly a familiar voice boomed from beyond a doorway, “Let him in, Mr. Yuda.”

The old man jumped at Yomi’s voice and rushed to move out of the three young men’s way.

“Shuichi,” Yomi stood up from his big leather chair and rounded his big oak deck to give his nephew a hug, “Ah and you brought that delightful Ko-chan with you. And who is this?” He indicated Hiei.

“This is my associate, Hiei,” Kurama told him, “Um, I have to tell you this isn’t a social visit. Hiei and I are coming to you with a very profitable business venture. If you choose to invest, we can guarantee a quadrupling of your money.”

“You are asking for money,” Yomi said astutely, “That’s a first for you, Shuichi. It must be something very important for a man as prideful as you--”

“We need around five hundred Makai Crowns,” Hiei cut in, “a sizeable investment to be sure, but will be getting a four hundred percent return rate.” However what Yomi didn’t know was that that amount was peanuts compared to the wealth that waited in Maze Castle.

“You plan on telling me what it is exactly that I am investing in?” Yomi’s lips curled ever so slightly as if he knew something.

“Antiques,” Kurama said smoothly, “Very old antiques. Archeological pieces, in fact. Very profitable.”

“I’m already a wealthily man,” Yomi said offhandedly, “And antiques? Hmm, doesn’t really sound like my kind of thing.” The three young men blanched, thinking that Yomi was going to turn them down, “However, I might be persuaded to lend you the money.”

“What is it you want us to do?” Kurama raised an eyebrow.

Yomi smiled fiendishly, turning to Yusuke in his pretty woman’s get up. “You see, I was invited to this gala for tonight, but my escort has suddenly canceled on me. As the governor I’d be scandalized if I was to attend alone and even more scandalized if I were not to attend at all. I would be most grateful if your lovely Miss Ko-chan were to accompany me.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Kurama responded without a second thought.

“Now await a minute!” Yusuke cut in, “You want me to go out with this guy?”

“It’s not a date, Ko-chan. It’s entertaining a business associate, very standard and completely innocent,” Kurama told him. Then in an urgent whisper, “We need that money!”

“I just gotta, like have dinner and dance with him right? I don’t got to... ya know?”

“Go back to his hotel room after? No of course not. And if he insists it, you would be within your rights smack him.”

Yusuke huffed and crossed his arms, “Fine then.”

The gala was to start at seven, giving the men time to change Yusuke‘s costume. Yomi said he was going to wear violet, so Kurama said Yusuke should wear the same, even though Yusuke protested that he looked horrible in that color and how could they count on finding a purple evening dress that would fit him? They found one in a dresser on board the Den of Pleasures. Like the other dress it was much broader in the chest and shoulders than a typical woman‘s dress. It was a long satin gown.

The shimmery violet material draped loosely just off the shoulder and the skirt reached all the way down to his ankles and gathered to one side so that the folds in the skirt resembled nothing short of a great flower, not yet blossomed. It was a tad too long at first, but thanks to Mr. Toya’s sewing skills, that wasn’t a problem. A splash of clear gemstones swept over one breast and scattered down the skirt like dewdrops. Heavy foe-diamond earrings were clipped onto his ears and a thick collar of them was placed around his neck. Kurama pinned Yusuke’s hair up in an elaborate knot and adorned it with jeweled pins and a blood red rose.

After a bit of make up was applied, Yusuke was gorgeous. And as entered he the ballroom that night, Yomi said to him, “I believe I’ll be the most envied man at the gala, Ko-chan.”

As promised, Yomi was wearing a violet suit. The coat almost looked like a military dress uniform with its sleek application of gold trim and cording. He’d accented it nicely with a red sash. They really looked like they belonged together, Yusuke noted uncomfortably, as people stopped their conversations and dancing just to watch them descend the stairs into the hall. As they crossed the great hall, Yomi paused now and again to respond to various greeting from, what Yusuke guessed, were very important people. But not for long, Yomi seemed intent on getting Yusuke on the dance floor.

Yomi took his hand in his and placed the other one on the small of his back. Yusuke fumbled embarrassingly for a moment trying to remember where he was supposed to put his hands. Yomi smiled at him adoringly and cleverly guided Yusuke’s hand up to rest on his shoulder.

“You don’t dance Ko-chan?” He asked lightly.

“I do, but not often,” Yusuke responded-- and never as the woman, he thought.

“I’ll try to keep it simple then,” Yomi said as he twirled Yusuke around. Yusuke lost his footing part way through it, stumbled right into Yomi’s strong broad chest. He heard the slight rumble of restrained laughter in that chest and felt the blood rise to his cheeks.

Yusuke straighten himself and said, “I suppose I should thank you for lending Kurama that money.”

“No thanks necessary from you, Ko-chan,” Yomi said wrapping his arms around Yusuke to sway gently to the suddenly slow music. “Or perhaps I should thank you,” He continued, “for attending this gala with me. I have to say that the distraction is just what I needed after all the commotion there’s been this week.”

“Commotion?” Yusuke tilted his head.

“Ah, yes, nothing of the personal or political sort. As you know I run a gossip mill on the side. We just got wind of some juicy rumors from our favorite rival country,” Yomi explained.

“You mean Reikei?” Yusuke started.

“The same,” Yomi grinned, “We’ve been swamped at the office, trying to find solid details into the story. Ah, but here I go, boring you with my work.”

“No no, not at all!” If there was news from Reikei, Yusuke wanted to hear it. “Do tell.”

Yomi grinned again, “Things are in a positive uproar there, my lady. First there was this rumor that the Crown Prince Koenma had gone into seclusion in his apartments, no one knows way. The king was making a big secret of it-- and another odd detail. The Lord Urameshi, who is never far from his princeliness’s backside, has suddenly been nowhere to be seen. A few days ago, that was when all hell broke loose. Suddenly the prince was found missing! Funny expression that; ‘found missing’.”

“Koenma’s missing?” Yusuke gasped.

“Not just him,” Yomi said imperiously, “A palace advisor by the name of Suzaku is also nowhere to be found. Leading theory is that this Suzaku is Koenma’s new lover, that he’s dumped Lord Urameshi for him. And their desire for each other was so strong that they ran away together, after stilling one of the royal treasures to fiancé their new lives together.

That didn‘t add up. Sure, Yusuke could see Koenma finding a new chew toy during his absence. Nothing personal, Koenma’s just a little bit of a cum-slut. But running off? “Wait a treasure is missing too?” Yusuke pressed, “Which one?”

Yomi tipped his head back as if searching for the answer on the ceiling, “The Makai Whistle, I think.”

Yusuke’s head was spinning or maybe that was just Yomi twirling him around again. The rest of the night was a blur. Dancing. Eating. Chatting. Dancing some more. Yomi might have ‘accidentally’ grabbed his ass a few times. When the night was out Yomi offered, as any gentleman would, to escort ‘Ko-chan’ home. But thankfully he was saved when they left the banquet hall and found Kurama waiting with a coach to take Yusuke back.

Almost as soon as the coach started moving Yusuke blurted out, “The Makai Whistle and Koenma are missing from Reikei!” He could have bitten his tongue out. He said ‘Koenma’. He was supposed to be Koenma. He watched Kurama, holding his breath like a bomb as about to go off and hoping the man didn’t notice his rash mistake.

Kurama blinked at him for a moment, smiled and said, “You can breathe now. It’s over. I already know YOU’RE not Koenma.”

“What?” Yusuke gawked.

“It was a number of small things that tipped me off,” Kurama stated smugly, “Indeed, a less keen man would not have noticed the--”

“You were spying on me and Hiei in the hammock last night, weren’t you?”

“I wasn’t spying,” Kurama sniffed indignantly, “I just happened by.”

“Uh-huh,” Yusuke snorted, “And you forgot how to look away?”

“You would too it you saw the show I did,” Kurama pointed, “Anyway, back to more a prudent subject, you said that the Makai Whistle and Koenma are missing?”

On the ride back to the Den of Pleasures, Yusuke told him everything that he’d learned from Yomi. “It can’t be just a coincidence that Koenma took that treasure, and I don’t buy that story about him and Suzaku. The guy’s totally creepy, with that stupid ass obnoxious bird riding around on his shoulder….”

“Now that you mention it, I recall one of our foe’s mentioning a ‘friend’ who apparently orchestrated their synchronized insurgence,” Kurama mused, “Of course it makes sense! Hiei told me, when he went after Koenma, it was Seiryu would who tipped him off that he would be on an under protected, private vessel near Makai territory-- said it was a rumor. But no, your voyage was secret, that’s why you were on that private ship and not a military one. Only someone close to the royal court could have told him.”

“Like an advisor,” Yusuke spit, “Damn, should have known he was evil. Never thrust a guy with a living accessory!”

“If what we think is true that means that our enemies have the Makai Whistle.”

“And Koenma! Don’t forget about Koenma.”

Kurama nodded, “We need to tell Kuwabara and Hiei about this as soon as we get back to the ship.”

The news was of course met with various reactions of disbelief and agitation. This new development both simplified and complicated their plans at once. It simplified things because now that the whistle was stolen, they no longer needed to devise a way to steal it and they no longer need to travel to Reikei once said device was devised. However that left them with a gaping issue; what now? Can they get the whistle from their four foes? Not likely. Which only left them with one option. Storm Maze Castle without it.

“I’m coming with you,” Yusuke told them definitively. “And don’t tell me this ain’t my fight. They’ve got Koenma and that makes it my fight.” No one could argue with him.
* * *
In another part of Makai, there was a place called Koorime house. It was the place were Suzaku brought Koenma. Oddly enough Koenma had never been in an establishment like this. He never had need of it before. It was a brothel, a high-end one, to be sure. Quiet extravagance showed everywhere, from the polished silver mirrors to the rich oriental rugs. The walls were all covered with clean, only slightly faded blue paper. And the main room had a high ceiling holding an elaborate crystal chandelier that looked like a fountain of sparking ice in the air. The ladies there were no originally street walkers. They were cold and beautiful, pale and blue haired, so similar they could have all been related.

Of course all of this was second in his mind behind the fact that he, Koenma was tied up, gagged, and toss in a corner. The person who had done this to him? It was the man that he came there with, a man that he thought he could trust; the royal adviser Suzaku.

“Sir,” One of Suzuki’s cohorts, a big unintelligent man called Genbu, said, “I confirmed Kurama and Kuwabara have escaped the city with the boy. But we’re sure Kuwabara will go after his girl on Hangman Island.”

“I sent Rui there to try and bargain for the boy,” Seiryu added.

Then Byakko added, “And if that fails, I sent a group of men to kill them all.”

“Forget the boy,” Suzaku told them calmly as he absently petted his little green parrot.

“Forget the boy, Sir?” Genbu scratched his head.

“He’s no longer of any consequence,” Suzaku told them, “We have the real Koenma now and the Makai Whistle. Seiryu I trust you still have the map?”

“The map?” The parrot repeated.

“Sir,” Seiryu produced the fold piece of parchment.

Suzaku took it. “Ah, it’s good to see that at least one of you can complete a task without fouling it up.”

“Fouling it up!” The parrot repeated. The other pirates two bristled at the comment, but said nothing.

Suzaku unfolded the parchment to look over it. He noted, “There’s a piece missing in this corner.”

“Old map,” Seiryu said coolly, “We’re lucky it exists at all. And anyway, it doesn’t look like there was anything important in that spot.”

“True. Very well then,” Suzaku pocketed the map. “Genbu, Byakko, go ready your crews. We set out for Maze Castle at sunrise. Seiryu I will accompanying you on the Black Dragon.”

Koenma wiggled in his corner and grunted under his gag.

“I think the little prince has something he wants to say,” Byakko mocked and pulled down the fabric.

“Suzaku, you trader!” Koenma spit, “Turning your back on Reikei and putting your lot in with pirates. Why are you doing this?”

“Why, you ask?” Suzaku’s blue eyes shot Koenma like lighting, “I am from a noble bloodline. My whole life I was groomed for life at court. In the top universities, I studied History, Politics, Economics, Philosophy, Art. But for what? To rise to the highest position possible for myself. A royal advisor-- ha more like royal ass kisser! I am better than that.”

Suzaku‘s bird whistled, “Better than that!”

“I hate to tell you this, but becoming a pirate is hardly going to improve your social status,” Koenma hissed.

Suzaku slapped him across the face. “We will be kings!”

“KINGS!” The bird squawked.

“You’re mad!”

“Doubt me if you will. Soon you will grovel at my feet.”

A meek middle aged woman stepped forward, “What will you want us to do with him when you’ve gone, Master Suzaku?”

“Nothing,” Suzaku glared, “He’ll be coming with us.”

The bird squawked, “Coming with us!”
* * *

TBC…
A/N: Sorry not in Maze Castle yet. I planned on being there by now, but then I noticed some in continuities that needed to be addressed and new scenes just sort of developed on their own.(Yomi taking a Yusuke in drag to the ball; not planned.) Ah well, I hoped you liked it anyway. Reviews=motivation. More action and satisfaction coming up, next time!