Centennial

Centennial
Adaptation Part Three
Hiei gazed down on his sleeping husband, Karasu-- the very thought of it sickened him! But it wasn’t nearly as bad as the loss of self pride he’d suffered in order to put Karasu into that deep sleep state. He had willing mounted his unwanted groom’s thighs and ridden his cock. It was abominable how easily his body accepted the man’s cock now. How many times had they coupled? How long has this farce of a marriage been going on? One week? Two? No, it couldn’t possibility have been three! But counting back sunrises, Hiei believes it might be, though truth be told, it has felt like much longer.

He rode Karasu slow then fast and hard, until it burst. And then he took it farther, massaging Karasu’s balls until he was hard again and doing it all over again. It took three or four episodes of this, but finally Karasu sunk into a coma of the likes that only coital satiation can produce. Hiei moved. Karasu’s limp member slid easily from Hiei’s orifice. Karasu didn’t even flinch when the cool air graced across his nether regions. Good. That’s how Hiei wanted him.

Hiei covered his body with a flimsy robe. It was all he had available to him. He’d go naked if he had to. He crept fugitively to the window. It was small, but so was he. It was locked, but he was ready for that. Days ago, he’d pulled a nail from the bed frame and rubbed it against the missionary until it was filed down to the appropriate shape. Hiei now used it to pick the lock. It came open with a loud click and Hiei’s eyes shot warily to the sleeping Karasu.

He didn’t stir. Hiei eased himself out the window. He winced as a prickle of pain lanced through his backside. Okay, so maybe his body hadn’t gotten completely accustomed to the sex. He emerged from the window, high on a tower. There was the roof of another building below and not too far away. He kicked off the window ledge, tumbled through the air to land lightly on the other roof-- or it would have been a light landing, but the clay tiles slipped and shifted under his weight. He had to drop onto his hands to keep from falling.

Still the tiles shifted. They were damp too. Had it been raining? Or maybe it was about to rain. The wind was blowing and in this exposed place Hiei had little defense against it. It seemed almost determined to pluck him right off the apex, but Hiei couldn’t just cling forever. Karasu wouldn’t sleep forever. He moved deliberately, picking his way among the loose tiles.

A sudden burst of noise, a clatter and a ruffling ruckus, broke the night. It was only a flock of noisome crows taking to flight, Hiei realized too late. He let the stupid birds distract him. His hand fell on a loose tile that slipped out from under him. He threw out his other hand to stop his fall, in vain. His other hand found no purchase. The surface below him had become an unstable mass of rubble, shifting and falling apart.

The tiles rushed up to meat Hiei’s face. He saw nothing but tiles, sky, tiles. He rolled unable to stop himself. Tiles, sky, sky, ground. The roof was no longer there. He was falling. The cruel wind rushed past his ears. Hiei had taken falls before. When he was but a babe, a few days old, he was thrown from his mother’s floating island in the sky and survived unscathed. But then he was nearly A-class at birth.

Now, thanks to the infernal bracelets Karasu had put on him-- Hiei had thought to deal with the things after his escape-- he was weaker than most humans. This fall might just kill him, Hiei thought vaguely as the ground rush up toward him. At least in death he’d have affected his escape from his marriage to Karasu.

That’s a hollow victory, Hiei thought to himself, what good is escape when I can’t get back… His own un-thought thought startled him. Until then he had himself convinced that his attractions to his former teammates was mere madness, brought on by hormones. His pride and self-image would not allow anything more. This trip to Makai was designed to help him with the abatement of that madness and figure a way to deal with its repercussions. But now he was wishing to return to them, no hormones commanding him. Could his feelings be--?

Hiei’s revere ended abruptly as his body came into blunt contact with the earth and his vision switched to black. The black parted for a pool of white, violet twin rings floated somewhere in the white. As Hiei’s vision cleared, he realized he was looking into the face of his regrettable husband.

“That was quite a stunt,” the raven haired man said levelly, “You’re lucky to be alive.”

“Says you,” Hiei snorted.

Ignoring the jibe, Karasu pointed to Hiei‘s leg, bandaged and elevated in a sling. “You’ve broken your leg, dislocated a shoulder and bruised three ribs.” He thumped Hiei’s leg, sending a shock of pain up the bones and proving that it was indeed injured.

“The binders I put on you permits me to control your healing process. And I have a right mind to make sure these injuries don’t heal right. Yes, you’ll have a heck of a time trying to escape again crippled,” Karasu shrugged and to Hiei’s surprise touched his leg. He felt the warm, caress of healing chi. Karasu grunted, “I don’t like broken things. Lucky you.”

“You won’t break me,” Hiei muttered determined.

Karasu chuckled, “But I didn’t even tell you best part. When the doctor I called was examining you--” He was interrupted by a loud banging at the door, followed by a servant’s call, “Master Karasu!”

“Damn it all! I thought I made it clear, I am not to be disturbed when I am with my bride,” he responded angrily opening the door, probably to throttle the insolent servant.

“A message from Lord Bauche,” The sniveling demon held up an envelope as if it could shield it from his master’s ire.

Karasu took the envelope and read form it’s contents, “Returned home… house guests… whereabouts of one matching description of your… cunning pair… sure to figure it out… beware.”

Suddenly Karasu’s pale completion took an even lighter hue. He looked at Hiei and back at the page, reading it again. At last a perverse smile crossed his features. He called for some maids to hurriedly pack some bags and a servant to bring him pen and paper. He scribbled down a note and some instructions.

Karasu said at length, “I suppose there’s no need to keep it from you, Pet; your teammates, Kurama and Urameshi are attempting to rescue you. Ah, they will be sadly disappointed when they find they have no right to take you from me. Our marriage is binding you know.”

“If my consignment to you is so sure why does it look as though you are fleeing?” Hiei indicated the hasty packing.

“Flee from this opportunity? Never. This note I have just written instructs my associate, Lord Bauche, to trap those two in the same manner I have trapped you. I will include with this note the means to do so, e.g. sets of bracelets like the ones you currently wearing.

“I have long wished to possess the fox. The other, I don’t much care for, though he is a handsome young demon. He might make a good eunuch. Would you like that, Pet? A castrate playmate?” Karasu chuckled at the expression of horror on Hiei’s face.

“As for the packing,” He continued, “We must be ready to depart for Bauche Manor when word comes that your comrades well contained.”

“We?” Hiei picked up on that.

“Is there something wrong with wishing to share my moment of triumph with my wife?” Karasu said-- in other words, he wanted Hiei to be there so he could gloat over having defeating all three of them, Yusuke Kurama, and Hiei. “Anyway, I’d hate to leave you all on your own in your condition.”

“My condition-- you mean my broken leg? It‘s mending.” Hiei said confused.

Karasu smiled, touched Hiei’s belly and whispered, “That was not the condition I was referring to, Pet or should I say, Mama.”

A letter came three days later. Hiei was bundled into a coach. Of coarse Karasu would like to travel by coach. In a small amount of time the demon horses conveyed him to a lush, kept manse-- very unlike the crumbling bastion that Karasu dwelled in. There were uniformed guards lined up in the drive to greet them. Karasu flounced past them like they were no more than decoration-- that is until one of them boldly reached out and grabbed Hiei.

Hiei had not recognized the man at first. He was disguised as a guard and his energy was diminished to less than a human‘s. It was Yusuke.

“What!” Karasu raged and went to pursue the pair, but just then a grounds man, who had been appearing to have been fixing a crack in the drive, stood up and hurled his sharpened trowel at him. It was Kurama-- weaker than a human, but still Kurama.

Karasu didn’t understand completely what was happening. Whatever, they wore his bracelets, that was obvious by their lack of strength. It was only a matter of his will to bring them to their knees. He did so. Yusuke, Kurama, and Hiei fell. He strode over to them, evil intentions evident on his face.

“Halt!” A commanding voice called out, “You dare attack guests in MY manse?”

“Who the hell are you?” Karasu sneered as the owner of the commanding voice stepped into the light, a tiny woman with aqua colored hair and an intense red stare.

“I am Yukina of the Koorime,” She told him, “and the new regent and master of this house, by right of victory in battle over the former Regent Bauche. Moreover, I am Hiei‘s sister. I have come to take him home.”

“Victory in battle-- Yukina?!” Hiei gawked.

“It was really something,” Yusuke told him, “We came here cuz we knew the old fat guy knew where you were, but he was pretended not to know. We were working on him, then like three days ago, bang! Kurama and I wake up, these things strapped to our wrists and we’re weak as kittens.”

“Bauche pumped a sedative gas into my and Yusuke’s room” Kurama elaborated, “And put these binders on us while we slept, as was Karasu’s direction. The binders were well made, special to suppress the wearer’s strengths and pry on their weaknesses. However he did make one mistake.”

“He didn’t send a set for Yukina,” Yusuke said.

“He didn’t see her as either as relevant or a threat,” Kurama added.

“Oh, but I was.” Yukina said, in her quiet manner, her eyes on Karasu as if she were asking him how much sugar he took in his tea, she added, “But I am not without mercy. Free my brother and my friends and you can just walk way.”

“You can’t be serious,” Karasu laughed, “You may have overcome that slug Bauche, but you are no match for me, little girl!”

In response, Yukina drew her sword-- it came with the house-- and held it between herself and Karasu. It was by no means a defensive gesturer; it was a threat. Karasu rushed headlong toward her.

Hiei yelled, “Yukina, no! RUN!”

“Chill Hiei,” Yusuke told him, “She’s got this.”

“Are you insane, she’s just--” Hiei snapped at him, but his attention was redirected to the fray.

Yukina’s guards had already evacuated the area. Karasu was but a stones throw from her when he vanished. Her pretty little mouth turned down into a frown. she muttered, “I’m not that slow.”

She spun around, swiping her sword in a tight arch. The tip of the sword missed Karasu by a hair. He appeared several paces on the other side of her, with a smirk on his pale pink lips.

“I’m not stupid either!” She added as whirled, with a gesture the temperature dropped in the space between her and Karasu. Ice crystals formed in the air, gathering in odd formations floating in air.

Hiei realized immediately, those shapes were Karasu’s invisible bombs, like the ones he’d used to rise through the ranks in the Dark Tournament. With a grunt, the girl hurled her sword into the virtual mine field. It hit a cluster of bombs, setting off a chain reaction of impotent explosions. Having been a spectator at the aforementioned tournament she knew of his invisible bomb trick and devised this way to defuse them. Hiei would have been rather proud of her, if hadn’t been so busy being shocked.

When the dust and fire cleared, Karasu was left scowling, “Very well. I was going to hold off because I didn’t want to risk damaging my bride and my new playthings, but you’ve asked for it.”

With that Karasu started to marshal his power. No doubt, he was planning his end all move; a giant explosion that would take out everything in a fifty yard radius. Hiei panicked and tried to fight out of Yusuke and Kurama’s grasp. “We have to get her out of there! He’s going to kill her!”

They held onto him tighter, dragged him backwards. Kurama said, “No, Hiei. If he‘s attacking her with such power, he‘ll force her hand. We have to move back out of the way”

“Out of the way?” Hiei challenged him.

“She‘s gonna have to do the big move,” Yusuke added, “The one she used to defeat Bauche.”

“I warned you. I AM Hiei’s sister,” Yukina said calmly to Karasu, who was now literally a ticking time bomb. An almost visible cold aura formed around her.

“And what is that supposed to mean to me?!” Karasu lunged at her.

“I can do this,” Yukina proclaimed as she hastily sidestepped him. “DRAGON OF THE NORTHERN WINDS!”

Her frigid aura peeked, rushed down her left arm into her fist. She punched the air and the space cracked as if her extreme cold had made space itself it brittle. The crack exploded with cold and winds, and a streak of blue and white. A serpent, no it was a dragon, a White Dragon, the Dragon of the Northern Winds, the cold blooded sister of Hiei’s own Black Dragon. Howling like the wind over the highest mountain tops, the White Dragon bared down on Karasu’s frozen form-- frozen from the cold or the shock? It snapped him up in its jaws and carried him away over the manor walls, toward the horizon. After long minutes there was boom and it was over.

The stillness after the battle was broken by the sound of metal hitting pavement. Hiei and the other boys looked down to find Karasu’s binding bracelets had fallen off.

“Does this mean he’s dead?” Yusuke asked rubbing his wrists.

“Might be, though I wouldn’t be too optimistic,” Kurama said bitterly. “In all likelihood, Yukina’s attack merely left him with too little power to support the binders any longer. But in any case we are free of him and we can finally go home.”

“Yeah we can go home and discuss more important matters,” Yusuke gave Kurama a significant look, “Ya know, like flower arrangements, catering, plans for the honeymoon….”

Hiei didn’t listen to them. He was running to Yukina’s side. “I can’t believe it,” he gasped when he reached her.

“I told you before, there’s nothing in you that isn’t in me,” she said with a touch of pride. She faltered and stumbled into Hiei’s arms. He held her weight as she looked up at him with drooping eyes, “Though you might possess it in slightly greater quantities. Whew, that dragon summoning business really takes it out of you!”

“But when did you--?”

Yukina yawned loudly, “Dabbled… mmm, sleepy.” She laid her head on his shoulder and slipped off. Hiei would never get a straight answer out of her about this.

“Yeah we were surprised too,” Yusuke clasped him on the shoulder, “Kinda glad we let her twist our arms into letting her come along. Come on lets go home.”

The others stood to leave, but Hiei remained where he was. “If it‘s about the marriage thing, Yusuke and I won’t fight anymore,” Kurama promised him, “we’ve come to an understanding that I think you’ll find quite…”

“I‘m married to Karasu,” he said abruptly, quieting his two companions. “Not by my desire, mind you. I’d rather have nothing to do with it.”

“We know,” Kurama said at length, “The former Regent Bauche told us he preformed the service himself. But you were forced, so you can call for an annulment.”

“Hiei, we don’t gotta to get married, either.” Yusuke said to him, “We just want to be with you, that’s all.”

Hiei glanced at Kurama who nodded his agreement. Feeling very lucky, but very ashamed at the same time, Hiei’s lip trembled, “There’s something else. I… Gods I didn‘t mean it to happen! I‘m pregnant again… with that bastard’s child.” Hiei turned way, not even able look his friends in the eye. It was funny, he was finally ready to be with them, but now there’s no way they’d want to be with him, not now that he was carrying another man’s child.

He heard Kurama note pedantically, “Yukina did mention to me once that Koorimes are particularly fertile the month following a pregnancy. Though it’s seldom that a child actually occurs because, well you know.”

Yusuke responded, “Guess there’s only one thing we can do.”

Then with little warning, two sets of strong arms wrapped around him. Kurama kissed his lips. Yusuke kissed his throat. With a shaky breath Hiei said, “What?”

“Hey your freaky biology got you into this and now it’s gonna get ya out,” Yusuke lapped at his earlobe.

When Hiei still didn’t comprehend Kurama added crassly, “We’re gonna fuck you and pump our essences into you until there’s barely a sliver of that bastard’s DNA left in that child.”

“We?” Hiei looked at them.

“Yes, Hiei. ‘We.’” Kurama confirmed.

Yusuke added, “We’re gonna do it together.”
* * *
“Da! Pa!” Yoru, the redheaded scamp and Hiru, the inquisitive brunette cried out as they rushed off the porch to greet their long absent parents. “Ma!” They spotted Hiei and dashed for him, but halted feet away at his stern stare.

It was quiet, until Hiei’s face softened. He opened his arms and said in a mock gruff tone, “So aren’t you going to give your ‘Ma’ a hung?”

“Ma,” the twins chortled and ran into his arms.

He scooped them up, murmured some endearments as he fondled their tiny hands and feet. Then nodding as if he’d finished some inspection, he turned to Yusuke and Kurama, “You two took good care of them. Hn, of course, I knew you would. Otherwise I wouldn’t have left such precious parcels in your hands.”

“Pa take good care of Da, too,” Yoru declaimed.

Hiru added, “And Da take good care of Pa-- like this!” He leaned over and kissed his bother quickly on the lips.

Hiei raised an eyebrow at the two demons that were now blushing and fidgeting. Kurama explained, “Well I did tell you we came to an understanding.”

“I see, you both figured out the other had pleasant little hole as well as a cock, so there’s no reason to fight over mine,” Hiei said wisely.

“Well you don’t gotta make it some so dirty,” Yusuke pouted, “And in front of the children.”

“Oh I think it’s a little late to be preserving their sensibilities,” Hiei drawled.

At which point Yoru piped in, “Da likes when Pa puts his pee-pee in his bottom.”

“Is that so,” Hiei inquired, “Which one is Da?” The children pointed to Yusuke. Hiei smiled, “I’ll remember that.” He leered at Yusuke, who was by then mortified and aroused.

Later when they returned to Kurama’s house, which had become their home, and the children were soundly settled down to bed, the three adults marched up to the master bedroom.

“Is this a new bed?” Hiei asked.

“Two people calls for a queen-sized bed at least,” Kurama said.

“It looks like a King,” Hiei noted.

Kurama smiled, “I was being optimistic.”

“Glad he got the got the big one; more room to maneuver,” Yusuke snuck up and claimed a kiss from Hiei. He sighed and murmured like Hiei’s lips were the first piece of chocolate after a long diet. “But, if you’re kind of tired right now….”

To that Hiei clutched his shirtfront, grasped a hunk of his hair and kissed him furiously. He hissed, “Now.”

Kurama, not able to just watch anymore, wrapped his arms around Hiei from the back. In his Youko deep voice he growled, “Just tell us how you want it and it’s yours, love.”

Hiei wriggled excitedly between the two aroused demons. “I like this arrangement, in fact. But I recommend we move it over to that ungodly big bed.” The others mumbled their agreement. The three parted, disrobed and reconvened in the bed.

Yusuke once again claimed Hiei’s lips, feeling that the time for conversation had passed. His hand strayed down Hiei’s back, cupping his firm rump. Kurama, not one to be left out reclaimed his spot behind Hiei, kissing and licking his neck as his hands kneaded his ass and spread his cheeks. Yusuke dragged his fingers down the exposed cleft until he came to the tiny puckered entrance therein. Hiei gasped as Yusuke’s digit slipped into him, even though he had been expecting it. He didn’t expect what Kurama did then. He felt Kurama’s devilishly talented tongue leave his neck only to find it again, dipping into his entrance.

Hiei jolted. Kurama’s warm wet tongue tantalized his tight, but sensitive outer ring of his anus while Yusuke’s digit dove down deep inside him finding his sweet spot and driving him to delirium. And then for the icing on the cake, Yusuke dropped down his body and drew his straining cock into his mouth. Hiei let his head loll back as his senses were assaulted.

“I think you’re more than ready,” Kurama murmured as the pleasant assault abated. Pumping his own cock a few times he lined it up with Hiei’s entrance.

“Wait!” Hiei called at the last moment, “You said I could have it how I wanted it.”

“Oh and how do you want it, love?” Kurama struggled to keep his voice level with so much need coursing through his veins.

To that Hiei abruptly knocked Yusuke down onto his back, crawled between his consequently open legs. “This is what I want. After all I AM a man too. Ohh, it’s been too long since I’ve had my cock buried in hot living flesh.”

Yusuke gulped, “Gosh Hiei….” Such talk from Hiei!

“I know you like it,” Hiei purred, and then he tossed back to the smirking redhead, “Don’t get too entertained. Next time it’ll be your ass.” And that was a promise.

On Hiei’s request Kurama fetched a tube of lubricant. It would be necessary because Hiei didn’t intend to spend an overt amount of time preparing his Yusuke to be taken. But then when he slipped that first finger in, Yusuke made such a face! It was rapture almost like a sinner stepping into heaven. He arched his back and spread his legs, wordlessly begging for more. It made Hiei feel like a sex god-- and he only had one finger in him!

“You trained him well,” Hiei noted to Kurama as he worked more digits into Yusuke’s willing body, “As a reward, I’ll let you fuck me while I fuck him.”

“Like it was going to turn out any other way,” Kurama smiled.

“Hn,” Hiei grunted as he turned his attention back on Yusuke. His hole was thoroughly slicked now, still a little tight, but he should be fine. Hiei spread a liberal coat of lube on his cock, just to be sure. He lined up with Yusuke’s hole and with one push was inside.

“Ngh, very well,” Hiei growled holding himself still inside Yusuke’s unbelievably tight passage.

Yusuke writhed underneath him, “No, Hiei don’t stop!” He whined, “Oh please move, take me!”

“Very very well,” Hiei shuttered with pleasure as he started to rock his hips into Yusuke, “What are you waiting for, Fox? Fuck my ass.”

That was all the urging Kurama needed before he plastered himself to Hiei’s back. Without so much as a “Brace yourself,” he drove into Hiei. His very first thrust terminated with the slap of balls striking balls. He was in to the hilt!

“AHH! Yes, that’s what I like!” Hiei screamed, “Fuck me, Fox! Fuck me!”

“Ohh! I don’t know what you just did,” Yusuke groaned, “But do it again. It makes his cock throb so good.”

“There should be a law against being so hot,” Kurama growled as he tried to duplicate the procedure. Kurama knew he wouldn’t last much longer with these two hot ukes under him.

Hiei was the first to reach his breaking point, “Kurama, pull out and give me your fingers!” The desperation in his voice prompted Kurama not to argue. He delved his fingers in to Hiei‘s ass and immediacy felt his walls crush down on them. So tight, he lamented that his cock wasn’t in there to enjoy it.

Hiei plunged into Yusuke few more times, his brain was singing with the sensations and then he came hard. After his body felt pleasurably numb, as though all the woes of his life where expelled with his pent up sex.

“Are… Are you done?” Yusuke asked warily.

“I am, but you’re not,” Hiei told them, “You still have to fill me with your essence, or have you forgotten that we have a baby to remodel.” Hiei wilted a moment, “I have that man’s child in me so it’s needless to say what happened between us.”

“You didn‘t ask for it to happen” Kurama hugged Hiei from behind.

“Your damn right I didn‘t!” Hiei exclaimed indignantly, “Even with my pregnancy hormones, which were surly in effect, I couldn’t want it, not with him. Hn, all I desire of him is a slow painful death for his sheer audacity!”

Yusuke snorted a laugh, “There’s the Hiei we all know and love.”

“You’d better,” Hiei told him.

“That almost sounded like a threat. I certainly don’t want to invoke the ire of such a strong, powerful, sexy demon,” Kurama purred and without warning he grasped Hiei’s hips and forced himself inside.

“Kurama!” Hiei cried out in surprise and pleasure.

Kurama sat back on his thighs, pulling Hiei onto his lap. He grasped Hiei’s legs behind the knees, lifting and spreading them. And giving Yusuke an unimpeded view of his cock as it surged up into Hiei’s eager passage.

“Ugnn, come on Yusuke,” Kurama moaned, “Let’s do it together; bath him in our essences, wash him clean of that scum Karasu.”

Yusuke glanced at Hiei’s face, so red and transformed with pleasure. He nodded his assent, “Take me.”

Yusuke was with the two in less time than it takes to tell. One hand guiding his cock and the other hand clutching Hiei’s hip. Hiei skewed his eyes tight, not sure if this was going to work, but still needing it so bad. He felt the pressure as Yusuke started to press in, nearly to the point of pain. It built higher and higher until he thought he was about to spilt in half!

Yusuke stilled, cursing, barely able to stand the immense pressure. Kurama reached past Hiei to gently stoke Yusuke’s side. And gradually the tension eased out of Yusuke’s muscles. But then he jumped abruptly and cursed, “Damn you sexy fox!”

Hiei felt like a surge of pleasurable electricity shot up his backside when Yusuke suddenly jumped like that. He even imagined he heard it humming! But then he realized he really did hear humming and figured out what happened. Kurama, the sneaky fox, had used his soft caressing as a subterfuge to slip a small vibrator into Yusuke’s posterior. Now Yusuke was whining and wiggling, creating sweet friction against Hiei’s inner walls, and brushing deviously against Kurama’s cock, making the fox growl happily.

Hiei smirked resting his head on Yusuke’s shoulder. They wouldn’t see the glow of his Jagan as he utilized a few of the many abilities it afforded him. He looked with his psychic eye, under the bed, where he knew Kurama kept his basket of toys-- He would have to tell Kurama to move that, what with curious children in the house.

He found a nice vibrator there, bigger than the one in Yusuke, with bubbly little bumps all down the sides. With little effort on his part, telekinetic bands of energy formed around the toy, lifting it out of the basket and up to the bed. In normal circumstances, Kurama would have noticed his slight exertion of energy, but right now he was too distracted by the pleasures he was inflicting on Yusuke to notice the vibrating snake creeping up behind him.

“Ha-AH!” Kurama exclaimed as the thing shot unexpectedly up his entrance.

“Something wrong, Fox” Hiei asked not so innocently.

“Oh you… you,” Kurama growled so much like an animal, Hiei half expected to see sliver fox ears pop out if his red hair. Kurama couldn’t find a way to finish the statement in his state of mind, so instead he grasped Hiei’s legs and thrust up into him hard.

“Oh, Kurama, yes!” Hiei practically sang.

In a moment Yusuke followed suit, holding onto Hiei’s hips and trusting in opposite time with Kurama. Kurama thrust in as Yusuke pulled out. Kurama pulled out, Yusuke thrust in. Every second Hiei was bombarded by the pleasant drag of withal simultaneous with the bliss of being filled. And He knew his partners where being pleasured just as much with their hard cocks sliding back and forth over each other, while at the same time being encased his hot passage. The mere thought of it sent Hiei careening to the edge of his limits.

“Ah, Yusuke… Kurama… oh fuck me!” He moaned. Kurama and Yusuke took note of Hiei’s need and drove their efforts harder and faster. Hiei reached for his penis and started to pump it in earnest. His fluids shot out of him, coating his chest and stomach and spattering on Yusuke. Hiei’s cock remained hard and straining for the heavens as his orgasm expended past his supply of semen. Still he cried out, “Yes yes, fuck me! Yes!”

“Oh you glorious slut!” Kurama grunted as he slammed home in Hiei’s tightly constricted passage. Yusuke did the same; however is words were less intelligible. Then they came voluminously, more or less at the same time.

After a time, when they’d regained their senses and arranged themselves more comfortably on the bed, Yusuke said, “Ya think that did it. Is the kid ours now?”

“I don’t know,” Kurama thought about it, “We did produce an adequate amount of DNA, however I fear the collective amount of it, plus our combined penises were too much to be contained by Hiei’s relatively small passage. The bulk of it leaked out onto our laps-- which reminds me, we need to get into the shower once we get enough gumption up.”

“I’ll still be pregnant for the next two months or so. That should be plenty of time,” Hiei said, “I think twice a day should cover it.”

“One roll in the hay a day for each of us,” Kurama thought that sounded reasonable.

“No,” Hiei amended, “Twice a day for each of you.”

“What?! If we do that, me and Kurama won’t have the energy to spend time with each other too,” Yusuke protested.

“Oh don’t complain to me, I’m taking it four times a day,” Hiei said, trying and failing to make it sound like it was a burden to him.

Kurama laughed, “You greedy little slut. Have it your way. Beside’s, Yusuke, we’ve just proven that he can all share in each other.” He reached over Hiei to take Yusuke’s hand as if to hold it. But then he pulled Yusuke’s hand down between Hiei’s legs, extended their fingers and pushed them up inside of him, mimicking the act they had just preformed.

Hiei moaned and said, “You know, you two haven’t filled your quota for today yet.”

It was Yusuke’s turn to laugh now, “You keep this up, Short Cakes, and you’ll never stop being pregnant!”

“Oh no,” Hiei huffed, “after this kid gets out of me, I’m shutting you two out for a whole month, until the baby factory closes down for the next hundreds years. So you two should be relishing the offer I’m giving you.”

“Alright, deal,” Yusuke resigned. Then after a tick, “You sure you don’t want to have a few more babies before we close the factory?”

“You want more kids, you have them,” Hiei hissed.

Yusuke frowned dejected, and then Kurama hummed, “You know that might actually be possible. I never thought of it before, but, Yusuke, your species is so rare that it may have other ways to reproduce other then male-female sexual reproduction. If we could find out how….” That led to a whole other conversation.
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Three months latter, Hiei gave birth to a bouncing baby girl, whom he named mischief, or Chame. Like her bothers, she born with Yusuke’s Mazoku marks, but only down one side of her pretty little face. And like Yusuke and her bothers’, those faded away when her power level was on neutral. She had snow white hair that may have been a result of Hiei’s Ice maiden heritage or the times that Kurama nailed him in as Youko. In all other aspects she was every inch Hiei’s daughter. And aside from a few flecks of violet in her red eyes there seemed to be no trace of the sire that originally conceived her. That is until her third birthday party when she manifested her own present, flying a pink pony, complete with heart tattoo on its bottom.

She was the apple of her fathers’ eyes and the scourge of her brothers, Hiru and Yoru’s existence. She was Hiei’s little princess, being the last child he planned on birthing in a while-- That doesn’t mean she was the last child period.

A year after Chame was born, Kurama found an old scroll in the vaults of Raizen’s castle, describing the methods in which the Mazoku could reproduce even though they were such a rare species and nine out of ten times only male. The first method was simply to have a half breed child with a female of any race. In time a full Mazoku could appear through atavism. That’s what happened with Yusuke.

Another was the fission method. After years of intense and specific meditation, a single Mazoku could split into two separate entities. Both entities would be full adults and the process destroyed the original entity. That was out.

But then there was a combination of both with only a partial fission. This permitted the parent entity to continue to exist. The partial entity produced would be an unformed infant, and require incubation inside the patent entity for about seven months. For best results the parent should assimilate genetic material from a third party male of any race. And that is how Soji was born, a dark little fox-boy whom strangely looked a negative of Youko. It was strange because Kurama was not Youko when they conserved him. It seemed Yusuke’s body had a knack for generating recessive genes. A year later it was Hiei’s turn to knock up their Mazoku. His son was blue haired, fair skinned and undoubtedly an ice apparition. They named him Masahito.

With the family so large they moved to the Makai, living with Aunty Yukina in the regent’s manor she decided to keep. Aunty Yukina loved all her nieces and nephews almost as much as she loved her own twins, Hina and Yuki. She often said she wished she’d taken out her option to have another baby before her fertile period dissipated. She wouldn’t be able to have more for another hundred years. (Secretly she’d been saving and freezing vials of Kuwabara’s semen so that she could continue to bare his children even after nature takes him away from her.) In the meantime she busied herself with her children and her training. And in the fifth annual Demon World Tournament she was crowned Demon King. Kuwabara was both proud of her and chagrined because that made him the Demon Queen.

After Yusuke gave birth to Masahito, he declaimed he wasn’t going to have anymore babies… for a while. Hiei and Yusuke agreed that it was Kurama’s turn. To which Kurama replied that he was a male kitsune and they simply don’t bear children. Period. Hiei and Yusuke are currently looking into it, swearing they’ll find a way to get their fox knocked up, even if it takes a hundred years.

END
A/N: That’s it! I hope you all enjoyed the story. It sure is fun breeding the boys, isn’t it? Though sometimes I feel as if I’m being trite about it. You know there are so many stories where they have kids. I regret that I sort of glossed over the part about Yusuke’s pregnancies-- because he would have been on hella of cranky and hilarious preggy. But this one’s done. Maybe I’ll preg him up in another story. Anyway, thanks for all the great reviews. Always glad to hear from my faithful, and from new people, too. Well until next time.