And Wildcard Smoochie

And Wildcard Smoochie
Part Seven

Yusuke appeared at the top of the stairs. But it was not the Yusuke they were accustomed to. It was the Mazoku. Long wild hair had grown down to his knees. Dark tattoos streaked down his face, arms, bare chest, stomach and hips. The motif even adorned his erect penis. His eyes, usually soft chocolate brown, were now a burning red.

“We moved him to the training hall; more room, you know. He was still asleep.” Toya told Hiei and Kurama, “And then he woke up like this.”

“He ain’t all sweet and needy anymore,” Jin elaborated, “He just keeps groping us and then beating the shit out of us. What’s up with that?!”

“It’s foreplay,” Kurama supplied, “Sort of. Yusuke’s attracted to talent… and power!”

“Is that so?” Hiei muttered. In a blink of an eye, Hiei was before Yusuke. He looked even tinier next to Yusuke’s raw power and menacing demeanor. Hiei drew his fist back and punched Yusuke square in the jaw.

Yusuke’s head rocked back with the force of the impact. When he turned back, a wide grin adorned his face. “Hiei,” he growled like a hungry animal. He snatched Hiei up, lifting him so his feet dangled off the ground. And then he kissed him, long and hard.

The others could only look on in awe of this strange exchange. Yusuke broke the kiss just as suddenly as he’s initiated it. Then he tossed Hiei away like a man would toss a wet towel into a hamper.

Hiei rebounded as soon as his feet hit the ground. “Oh no, you won’t shake me so easy, you sexy piece of ass!” He charged his shoulder right into Yusuke’s stomach, sending him stumbling back into the doorframe. Hiei jumped on him, pinning him to the wooden frame. Hiei attacked his chest with his mouth, licking and nipping at the skin.

Yusuke groaned in approval. His fingers steadily tightened on Hiei’s shoulders. With a burst of strength he forced Hiei to his knees. Without hesitation, Yusuke thrust his hips forward, plunging his bulging cock into Hiei’s open mouth. All Hiei could do was clutch Yusuke’s hips and try not to choke.

Yusuke feverishly pumped into his month several time, until frustrated, he grasped Hiei by the hair and jerked him up hard. Hiei wasn’t going to let Yusuke manhandle him this much. He knocked Yusuke’s arm, breaking his hold and then followed it up with a solid punch to his midsection.

Yusuke took the punch. Air audibly gushed out his mouth. But he wasn’t jarred for long. In the next moment, Yusuke’s fists were in the air, punches flying rapid fire and landing on Hiei’s chest, stomach and face. His final punch was a deadly upper-cut. It connected to Hiei’s jaw, sending him flying.

Kurama ran to Hiei before he could stagger to his feet, “Hiei no! He’s too strong for you to handle. You’ll be killed.”

“And you care?” Hiei asked spitefully.

Kurama’s jaw set, “I do care, quite a bit.” He rose slowly to his feet, and continued to rise even after he’d reached his full height. His profile flickered and burred. Red hair bled to silver. Vivid green eyes paled to feral gold. The soft curves of his face melted into a beautifully angular shape. A pair of velvety silver ears appeared on top of his head and a fluffy tail of the same color swished behind him.

Hiei’s eyes goggled. Youko always had that effect on him. He was so beautiful, elegant and at the same time powerful. This was who Kurama really was at the core. “Kurama…” Hiei murmured. It had been years since last he took this form—had he a choice it may have been many years more. This was a desperate measure.

Kurama turned and walked purposely toward Yusuke. Yusuke’s eyes flashed with excitement as the ancient fox approached. When the fox spoke his voice was deep and silken, “That’s enough playtime, Yusuke. Now you’re going to lie down, like a good boy, and let me fuck you.”

“Make me,” Yusuke gleefully challenged.

Oh, how Kurama liked that impetuous altitude. He shot back, “With pleasure.”

Yusuke charged him, threw a punch toward his head. Kurama did a back-spring out of the way. He planted one hand on the ground and righted himself. He took a few steps back as Yusuke prepared to charge him again. Now, it wasn’t unusual for Kurama to hold off in a fight. Fighting on the defensive makes it easier to puzzle out an opponent’s strategy. But, at the moment, it looked like he was just running away!

That’s what he wanted it to look like. Yusuke charged at him thoughtlessly. A tangle of weeds shot out of the ground, just when his feet touched it. It was the same spot that Kurama touched when he did his back-spring. The dodge was diversion for him to plant his seeds. The weeds grew up around Yusuke, tangling around his limbs.

“That should make you more… cooperative,” Kurama murmured as he loosened his pants. They practically floated off his body, leaving Kurama gloriously naked.

The weeds tightened around Yusuke, binding down his arms, but wrenching open his legs. Kurama reached out to caress a place on Yusuke’s thigh that wasn’t covered with foliage. Yusuke growled. Anger or arousal? Kurama stepped between Yusuke’s legs.

“Kurama, look out!” Hiei shouted. He felt Yusuke’s power surge. It was too late. Yusuke’s muscles bulged. The vines holding him snapped. Kurama barely had time to gasp before he was blown backward by Yusuke’s raw power. He tumbled end over end. It would have been a nasty landing, but his silver-white form was intercepted by a black bur.

“Hiei,” Kurama gasped as Hiei landed softly on his feet, Kurama cradled him across his arms. Hiei put him down but didn’t respond. His attention was elsewhere.

Their allies had regained their feet and were now executing a joint attack on Yusuke. Shishi was charging Yusuke in a full frontal attack. He lacked his precious Banshee Shriek and had to make do with a wooden practice sword. That was fine; he wasn’t aiming to hurt Yusuke. In fact, he didn’t even anticipate on his attack being successful. It was a diversion.

While Yusuke was focused on Shishi, Suzuki attacked from the side with his Dark Orb. Like a black whole it sucked Yusuke in the moment it touched him. The next second, Yusuke re-appeared high in the sky. Jin was ready and waiting. He formed a swirling vortex of air to catch Yusuke in air. The vortex funneled down to the ground where Toya fed supper chilled air particles of ice into it.

The ice formed around Yusuke’s legs, chest and head. By the time he reached the ground he was completely encased in snow.

“You’ve made him into a snow man,” Shishi drawled. “What’s the next step of your brilliant plan? Does it involve two lumps of coal and a carrot?”

“I think I could think of some interesting things to do with that carrot,” Jin interjected juvenilely.

“The idea is that he’d be more manageable, if he were cooled down,” Suzuki told them.

“I think we may have miscalculated!” Toya cried out in warning.

Frosty exploded and once again Yusuke stood before them as menacing and aroused as ever. “A valiant effort,” Kurama noted, “However I think it’s too late for that sort of thing to be effective.”

“That’s enough!” Hiei shouted, “We can’t afford to keep fooling around. It’s time to get serious.” He jetted out past the others, taking off his shirt and tossing it as he sped toward Yusuke.

“Oh no, Hiei’s taken his shirt off,” Suzuki gasped, “You always know something big and amazing is going to happen when Hiei takes his shirt off.”

“Yeah, just image how amazing it will be when his pants come off,” Jin added.

“Yes,” Kurama agreed. He knew just how amazing it was when Hiei’s pants came off. Hiei was a bold Seme. He was just a little clumsy, which showed that Hiei wasn’t too free with his amorous affections. Obviously Kurama was a special exception. And then when he had Hiei as his Uke…. His body was so tight and responsive. His face and those sounds he made as Kurama pounded his ass were adorably obscene! Kurama had foraged a lot of gullies in his life. He couldn’t say that Hiei was the best, but was definitely in his top five!

Hiei was charging into battle with Yusuke again. Dark smoke started to rise from his bandaged arm and everyone knew what was coming. Yusuke stopped dead in his tracks as Hiei called, “Dragon of the Darkness Flame!”

He thrust his fist straight up into the air. Living black fire erupted from his being, shot into the sky, forming a serpentine body. It turned and then plunged back down onto Hiei. The flames engulfed him, penetrated his flesh, until he completely absorbed them.

Somewhere on the sidelines Kurama muttered, “My god, what was I thinking?”

“At last,” Yusuke practically moaned to Hiei, “I’ve always wanted to face you in this form.”

“That’s too bad. You won’t be ‘facing me’ for long,” Hiei smirked. “In a moment you’re going to be face down in the dirt while I fuck your ass.”

“Ooo,” Yusuke moaned. Again they collided, pounding each other with their fists, not even bothering to block the other’s blows.

“It’s working. Hiei’s wearing him down,” Suzuki announced.

“Yes, but unfortunately, he has more stamina than Hiei,” Kurama amended. And Hiei was visibly tiring. He wouldn’t make it-- unless he summoned another dragon. And that was exactly what he was about to do! He could die attempting that!

“Hiei, no!” Kurama shouted. He rushed to intercept Yusuke and Hiei, drawing his rose whip at the same time. A gross amount of scarlet petals plumbed in the air between the two.

Yusuke threw his hands up to try and push the red cloud out of his face. The next thing he knew a strong flexible vine was wrapped around his neck. Kurama gave his whip a sharp tug, causing Yusuke to fall onto his back. Without pause he tossed a handful of seeds onto Yusuke’s chest. The seeds quickly rooted in the ground and thousands of hair-fine shoots erupted from the ground. They wrapped around Yusuke and pinned him down like a scene from Gulliver’s Travels.

“You bastard!” Yusuke barked happily. Oh, yes was enjoying this confrontation. He squirmed. It was hard to tell if he was trying escape or if he was just teasing them with that lovely naked, tattooed body.

Kurama didn’t take any chances he lunged down, and pinned Yusuke’s shoulders. At the same time Hiei unfastened his pants and kneeled at Yusuke’s feet. Kurama let the plant filaments release Yusuke’s legs. Yusuke took the opportunity to kick out at Hiei. But Hiei expected that. He caught Yusuke’s legs in his hands and used the strength the Black Dragon gave him to wrench Yusuke’s legs up over his shoulders.

All he had to do was thrust. “Ngh!” Hiei grunted.

Yusuke moaned out a pleasured, “Ohh….”

And a cheer rose up from the on-lookers.

“Hiei, I have something I need to tell you,” Kurama said.

“What, now?” Hiei groaned, not pausing.

“Hiei, I was wrong,” Kurama told him, “About us.”

“What?”

“I can’t stand by my made-up excuses not to be with you. I think I was just avoiding a relationship in general. Hiei, I haven’t had much luck with love. All the lovers I’ve had before have either turned against me or turned up dead.”

This time Hiei did stop thrusting. Yusuke moaned underneath him in frustration, but Hiei didn’t take note. He pinned Kurama with a glare, “You think I would turn on you?” He wasn’t even going to acknowledge the ‘turn up dead’ part. That would have been an insult to Hiei’s power.

“That’s just it,” Kurama cupped Hiei’s round face, “I know you’re better than that. Hiei, you are the most amazing person I know. I was just being stupid.”

“Hn, damn right you were,” Hiei grunted before leaning forward and taking Kurama’s lips.

Their lips separated when Kurama yipped. Neglected, Yusuke took the initiative, capturing Kurama’s member in his mouth. Kurama moaned. Hiei laughed, “I think Yusuke is wanting for attention. Sorry, friend, I suppose now was not the time to have a personal conversation. Let me make it up to you.”

And that he did. He commenced to thrust into Yusuke not holding back. Yusuke whined with pleasure with each thrust. That, in turn, made Kurama shudder as his member was in Yusuke’s mouth at the time.

“Wow. They sure put on a hellva show,” Jin noted, watching the trio from the sidelines.

“That they do,” Toya agreed.

Suzuki coughed and shifted his weight in a vain attempt to conceal his growing erection. Shishi leered at him for a moment before he jumped into Suzuki’s arms. The pair tumbled to the ground, clothes flying off. Jin and Toya watched with wide eyes.

Toya looked between the couple and the trio. “We’re not going to outdone are we?” He said to Toya.

“Outdone? Never, my love. Though by the time I’m finished, you might think you’ve been OVER-done,” Jin declared as he embraced his boyfriend.

The sun rose the next day on the exhausted bodies of the seven heroes. They were rudely awakened by a shrill cry, “What in tarnation’s happened here?” It was Kuwabara, having reported to the training ground for a morning’s exercise and found his friends lying about in various states of undress.

“Uh, well,” Kurama—whom had reverted to his red haired human form— tried to find the words to explain.

But then Kuwabara went on, “Dudes, that must have been one hard core battle! Most of clothes didn’t even survive. Man you look really roughed up too. Hey, way didn’t anyone invite me? What? You guys didn’t think I could take it.”

“We assumed you wouldn’t WANT to TAKE IT,” Hiei said snidely.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Kuwabara snapped back.

“Man, what a moron. I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out” Rinku chuckled as he came through the doorway and skirted around the big human boy. He caught sight of Yusuke’s naked body, which he was vainly trying to hide under Hiei’s tank top. “Hmm, if only I a few decades older.”

“Huh?” Kuwabara tilted his head. He scanned the group again. The gears slowly turned in his head. Then he suddenly turned red and yelp, “Ohmygod! You didn’t? All of you together?”

“Well, not all at once,” Hiei said, taunting, “Three or four at a time, maybe. But after that, the positions get a little awkward.”

“Hiei!” Kurama admonished him. He turned back to Kuwabara, “I assure you, there is a reasonable explanation for this. Yusuke was in heat—.”

“Kurama!” It was Yusuke’s turn to admonish Kurama. Yusuke could have unattached sex with six other men. He could even talk about it a little with them-- but not in front of Kuwabara. He was… Kuwabara!

Before Yusuke’s face could get too red Kuwabara said. “I get it. This is just another one of those weird demon things that I’m not meant to understand. Whatever.” He was being remarkably cool about it, now that the shock had worn off. “I guess I’ll just do some solo exercises today. You all look a little stiff and worn, ya know. Catch ya later.” He turned and retreated the way he came.

“Sorry. Even though I’ve lived as one for so many years, I still, at times, forget human sensibilities,” Kurama apologized. “How are you feeling by the way?”

“Tired as hell,” Yusuke groaned, “Hmm, but satisfied.”

“Your heat has abated,” Hiei told him.

“Oh, um, so,” Yusuke murmured, “So what now?”

“Now the seven of us have a metaphorically unbreakable bond,” Kurama told him.

“Eight!” Rinku added in the background, “I maybe too young now, but Urameshi’s the most hard core fighter I’ve ever met, I’ll want in.”

“I meant…,” Yusuke started, but didn’t know how to finish it. He didn’t need to finish it. He knew how things would be for now on. Kurama and Hiei were in love. They’d go off on their gay little way, build a relationship, and stuff. It had little or nothing to do with him. Copy/Paste that for Jin and Toya; and Shishi and Suzuki. He would go back to his life, at least until his next heat. When would that be again?

A heavy longing settled over Yusuke. It wasn’t like him. He didn’t like it. So he forced a smile, scratched the back of his head and declared, “Well, I guess now this is all over, we can finally concentrate on training for the tournament.”

The others didn’t approach Yusuke for the rest of the retreat. Though, they did have a lot of ‘fun’ with each other. Hiei and Kurama were thoroughly lovey-dovey by the time the tournament came around. In fact Hiei decided against going for the championship in favor of returning to the human world with his lover, Kurama. Even though Kurama’s family didn’t NEED him, he still wanted a little more time with them. Hiei respected that.

Yusuke and the others, on the other hand, fought with everything they had. It wasn’t enough. Toya had very unfortunate luck in the preliminary round. Jin, Shishi, Kurama and Rinku were all eliminated before the quarter finals. Hiei, Chu, and Suzuki struck out in the quarter finals. Only Yusuke and Kuwabara made it to the semi-finals. There Kuwabara defeated a supreme tool who called himself Doomageddon. Yusuke lost. He lost to Kouko, wife of the former King Enki. She went on to demolish Kuwabara in the finals.

“Guess you ain’t gonna be demon king this year,” Yusuke slapped Kuwabara on the arm.

“Ha, you’re just jealous cuz I made it farther than you!” Kuwabara returned his playful punch.

“You got lucky,” Yusuke laughed.

“Nuh-uh. Maybe if you’d been concentrating on your training, instead of… uh…” Kuwabara started.

“You both did exceptionally well today,” Kurama approached them, “With a bit more practice and luck one of you might just win next year.”

“They’ll only win because I won’t be competing seriously,” Hiei added. He wrapped an arm around Kurama’s waist. Kurama bent down to kiss him affectionately.

Yusuke turned his eyes away. He didn’t have a problem with Hiei and Kurama’s relationship. In fact, he thought they were strangely perfect for each other. But seeing them together made that empty feeling, he didn’t like, well up inside of him.

At that moment Chu came stamping up hollering, “Hey, Yusuke! Yusuke! I found him!”

“Who’d you find?” Yusuke ask, “Was someone missing?”

Chu whopped him on top the head, “Your special person, ya bledger! You know, your true love; the person just right for you. I promised to find him.”

“Oh yeah,” Yusuke muttered, “I forgot about that. But ya know….” He wasn’t sure about letting Chu, of all people, play matchmaker for him.

“Well I’s found him and you’s perfect for each other,” Chu asserted, “Well, okay, I’ll admit my wife helped. She pointed him out, but I did the leg work, hitting him up and all. I tell you, I was kinda surprised. I mean, he was right there the whole time.”

“Who?” Yusuke blurted out. Did he want to know?

“You can see for yourself,” Chu grinned, proud of himself, “I had him come out here, today. Thought it was a good time. Your heat being over and all; you’ll have a clear head.”

Chu indicated the empty door frame. A dark shadow filled the space. Yusuke actually found himself holding his breath. The figure stepped into the light. “Yo.”

“Ko-Koenma!” Yusuke snapped. Has Chu lost his mind?!

“Let’s just leave you kids alone for some quality time,” Chu said ushering the other’s out the door.

“Not a bad catch,” Hiei appraised over his shoulder. “He IS prince over all of Spirit World.”

“True. And he is one of the few people who’s been able to handle Yusuke’s impetuous nature and tell him what to do,” Kurama added.

“That’s why my Sheila thought he’d be a good choice,” Chu told them.

Kuwabara shrugged, “Good luck, Urameshi.”

The door shut. Yusuke and Koenma were alone. Koenma was in his teenaged form— actually he looked more twenty-something now. Yusuke hadn’t seen him since the last Demon World Tournament, three years ago. He thought the next time he saw him would be over his dead body, literally.

Koenma looked pretty much the same as he did three years ago, with his wavy golden brown hair, delicate aristocratic face and pale honey colored eyes. Even his purple tunic costume was the same, complete with pacifier in his mouth. But he did look a few years older, as if he’d adjusted his age to match Yusuke’s. At least he didn’t show up in his toddler form.

“So, Koenma…,” Yusuke started awkwardly.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I, of all people, are here,” Koenma didn’t beat around the bush. “Chu came to me and told me about your recent retreat. Congratulations on reaching sexual maturity, by the way.”

“He told you everything?” Yusuke wanted to die. “But I still don’t get it—I mean you know what Chu was about… what I was looking for?”

“I’m not stupid,” Koenma told him, “Actually I had a pretty good idea before he showed up at my office. Don’t act surprised. You’re probably the most powerful apparitions inhabiting the human plane; I have to keep tabs on you.

“Anyway, I knew about your break up with Keiko. And given the type of person you are….”

“Type of person?” Yusuke questioned, “And what type of person am I?”

“The type of person who is very caring and loving,” Koenma told him as he stepped closer to him. He placed a finger on Yusuke’s lips. “A lot of people wouldn’t think that about you. You don’t let them see it, with that brat attitude you put on. But I can see it. You’re a very special person, Yusuke Urameshi. I’ve secretly admired you for some time now. And if you let me, I’d like to be the one you love and care about.”

Yusuke’s face turned beat red. He didn’t know what to say back.

Koenma delicately removed his pacifier, leaned down and kissed Yusuke on the lips.

“Whoa,” Yusuke breathed in astonishment.

“I do have my passionate side,” Koenma informed him, “I think you’re just the guy to bring it out.”

Koenma leaned back in and took his lips again. Koenma was remarkably good at kissing. Yusuke tipped his head to better receive those kisses. Yusuke’s whole body was filling up with heat—and it wasn’t because of some stupid biological cycle. Koenma huh?

Why not? Sure, he wasn’t a fighter or physically strong. Koenma was handsome, smart, and loyal. When all of Spirit World wanted Yusuke destroyed, Koenma stood by him. He was someone Yusuke could talk to… and yell at. And man, was he a good kisser!

Yusuke gripped Koenma’s shoulders, pulled him closer. Koenma’s arms wrapped around Yusuke’s back. He moaned as their lips parted and came back together. Yusuke liked that. He got bold, let his hand drop from Koenma’s thigh to his backside. He gave it a squeeze.

“Yusuke!” Koenma gasped and arched into Yusuke. Yusuke felt a definite bulge press into his leg. His own member throbbed in response. He squeezed Koenma’s ass again. Man, he liked that ass. The things he could do to that ass….

It hit Yusuke. He wanted to top. This was defiantly not a heat affecting him. It was Koenma. He wanted to top Koenma. And he was going to do it.

“Hmm,” Koenma moaned as he reached to unfasten the sash tied at his waist.

“No!” Yusuke snatched his hands, “Let me.”

Koenma moaned again at Yusuke’s dominating tone. Meanwhile, Yusuke set to work untying his belt and removing the rest of his clothing; from his shoes to his underwear. Last he lovingly took the pacifier that was still clutched in Koenma’s hand and set it on top of the pile of clothes. He stood back to appraise his work.

Yep, Koenma was no fighter. His body didn’t show any of the sighs of muscle building training. Yusuke’s eyes traced his delicate collarbone, down his flat chest and slim waist. There was slightest roundness to his hips…the result of a stationary job? Yusuke liked it. He imagined caressing and squeezing those hips as he… well let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Yusuke started to remove his own clothes. As he did so he watched Koenma; saw the anxious flush spread over his body.

Koenma looked around, the room they were in contained a few wooden chairs and couple of small wooden end tables. “Uh, where are we gonna…?”

“What? Never done it on the floor before, Your Highness?” Yusuke teased as he embraced Koenma, “Ah!”

He majorly underestimated how good Koenma’s naked flesh would feel on his naked flesh. In spite of the shock, he kept going, letting his hands roam freely over Koenma’s amazingly soft, smooth skin. At the same time Koenma was taking the same liberties with his body. Yusuke felt his arousal grow with each passing touch. Oh this was all happening so fast. This was happening! He was going to fuck a god!

He wasn’t sure how they got there— but they were on the floor. Yusuke was kneeling between Koenma’s legs. Yusuke reached down a stroked his own full arousal and asked Koenma, “Now, remind me—cuz you know I forget stuff—where am I supposed to put this?”

“Tease,” Koenma accused.

“Show me,” Yusuke insisted.

Koenma hesitated at first, but then he lifted his legs, hosting his knees up to his chest with his hands. Yusuke palmed his backside, helped spread his cheeks. He groaned when he caught sight of the rosy little pucker he found there.

“You know, I’ve never done it like this before,” Yusuke said as he traced a little circle around that rosy area. And was delighted to see it twitch and tremble at his touch. “At least not as the pitcher. Let’s see….”

He pushed his digit inside. It was tight around the opening, but warm and soft inside. Koenma let out the most adorable gasp. He started to pull his digit out, but Koenma stopped him, “No. Keep going. It feels… good.”

Yusuke raised an eyebrow, “You… don’t get a lot of attention like this, do you?”

“I spend 90% of my life as an infant. What do you think?” Koenma replied tersely.

“Point,” Yusuke conceded. He leaned over and took Koenma’s lips. He kissed him again and again as he worked his finger in and out of the prince’s cavity. He brought his other hand into play, stroking his soon to be lover’s cock as he added another finger to the aforementioned cavity. Koenma moaned and writhed as if he couldn’t decide if he should be thrusting up into Yusuke’s tight fist or thrusting down on his questing fingers.

“Oh Yusuke… please,” Koenma gasped between ravenous kisses.

“You ready?” Yusuke panted, “Good. Cuz my dick feels like it’s gonna explode if I don’t stick it into something quick.”

“You romantic,” Koenma drawled. “Hah! But I guess I wouldn’t love you so much if you any different.”

“Say that again,” Yusuke murmured.

“You’re a romantic?” Koenma said, “You know I was being sarcastic, right?”

“Not that!” Yusuke bristled, “You know what I meant!”

Koenma laughed. Yusuke grasped Koenma’s hips and thrust himself inside. Koenma cried out, “Oh! Ohhh….”

Yusuke hissed as the tightness of Koenma encased his length. Damn, it was intense. No wonder the guys had lined up to bone HIS ass!

“Yusuke, don’t stop!” Koenma begged once Yusuke was fully seated in him.

“Say it first,” Yusuke demanded.

“Yusuke,” Koenma whined. Yusuke pulled out until the tip of his member rested teasingly against his opening. Koenma whimpered, but Yusuke didn’t budge. It was a big effort on Yusuke’s part not to give in and dive back into that tight, warm space. At last Koenma murmured, “I love you.”

“That’s one hell of pick-up line,” Yusuke breathed before he plunged back into Koenma. He pumped his hips. Gasped through a grin, “What do you know; you really do have the power to send a man to paradise.”

It was a reference to Koenma’s job as chief administrator at the Hall of Judgment in Spirit World. “Cute,” Koenma tried to say it tersely, but it came out a deep moan.

“Yeah… well…,” Yusuke tried to come up with a clever retort, but sadly—or happily—the only parts of his brain still functioning were the parts required for ravishing the Reikei prince. Koenma’s mental capacities were no better.

Yusuke came minutes after Koenma found his completion on his stomach. Yusuke rested his head on Koenma’s shoulder. Between the sex and the day’s fighting, Yusuke was about to pass out. Koenma might have already been asleep. Yusuke’s eyes drooped.

Clap, Clap, Clap. Yusuke’s eyes snapped open. Hiei was sitting in a chair, applauding. The pair where so preoccupied with each other that neither realized that they weren’t alone. “We came back to see how you two were getting along,” Hiei explained, “You’re progressing far quicker than anticipated.”

“And you decided to sit down and watch?” Yusuke wailed.

Hiei spread his hands.

“I take it this is going to be normal for our relationship?” Koenma said while he attempted to cover himself with his shirt.

“Probably,” Yusuke sighed.

“I don’t mind,” Koenma told him, “I’m a bit of a voyeur myself. Maybe I’ll get the pleasure of watching next time your heat comes.”

“Watch?” Hiei snorted, “Why not get involved?”

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Yusuke squeaked.

“No,” Hiei and Koenma said simultaneously.

Yusuke couldn’t help but laugh. “I think this is going to work out.”

“Knock-knock,” Kurama poked his head into the door, “Everything going alright in here?”

Yusuke glanced between Kurama, Hiei, and Koenma; his best friends and his new boyfriend; the people who ran his life and drove him crazy; and the people he loved. He nodded, “Yeah, I think everything is alright in here.”

END
A/N: That’s it. I hope you liked the ending. I’ve got another story in sitting on the shelf, I hope to finish; it’s a fairy-tale. And I was toying with the idea of writing another Dreamland story. Until next time….