Growth of a Spirit Detective

Title: Growth of a Spirit Detective
Author: Azalea J.
Beta: Amymcclair
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Kurama/Hiei/Yusuke
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho was created by Yoshihiro Togashi and adapted by Funimation Studios. I claim no rights to characters or settings or dialogue. I am making no money off this work.
Warning(s): Angst, Lemon, Bit of Violence, Descriptive Gore, Language, A Kind-Of-Lemon, A bit of WAFF, Another Lemon, Plant Play, Bondage, Anal, Rim, Fingering, Oral, A tiny bit of Torture, And a whole lot of Foreplay. - It should be noted I also get ridiculously romantic around the tale-end of this chapter…
Word Count: Approx. 8 400


Growth of a Spirit Detective
Chapter Seven


He’s gone back to Raizen’s Keep.

“Did he say why?”

“Only that he had things to take care of. He tried to imply that Houkoshin might have gone crazy in his Lord’s absence, and he’d better return ASAP to clean up whatever havoc had occurred in his absence.”

Kurama held off his next reply, realizing it was fruitless to point out to Hiei that anything that might have gone wrong would have been fixed by Houkoshin, not the other way around. Swallowing his voice, he exhaled slowly and took a moment to think. “...He’s tired from the mission. And we came on a bit fast... All those nightmares and self-doubts aren’t going to just go away because we told them to. Let’s give him the night to himself.”

“Hn.”

“Do either Mokuro or the Patrols require your presence in the next forty eight hours?”

Hiei shot a look at him that clearly stated: If they did, I’d tell them to shove a sword up their collective ass.

“I’ll take that as a no. We’ll head for Raizen’s Keep at first light, then.”

Satisfied, Hiei led the way to Kurama’s rooms at the west end of the castle.

---

Dead Eyes. That was all Houkoshin saw of his master before Yusuke had shut himself away in his bedchamber. They look as if they’ve had all the life sucked out of them…

The demon vassal hadn’t been expecting Yusuke’s return for another week at the earliest; his sudden and haunted appearance threw Houkoshin for a loop and silenced him more effectively than any show of chilled malice from Hiei ever had.

At the time of Yusuke’s departure for this, the most recent of Enki’s missions, Houkoshin had been worried for Lord Urameshi’s health and general wellness. Now he was downright fearful.

Yusuke closed the door behind him with a firm click, and headed straight for the showers. He was dirty, dusty, and dehydrated. Most of all he was confused.

Still clothed, he twisted the knob as far over as it would go, shutting his eyes reflexively as the spray pounded down on him mightily. Unclosing his eyes, he stared down blearily at the rivers of soggy, gritty sand washing from his pant legs and trickling down the basin toward the drain.

Slowly, he undid his fly and laboriously shoved the sodden pants from legs that wouldn’t cooperate. Ripped from his hair, his shirt sprayed mud all over the wall and curtain. Both garments ended up in a wet, muddy pile at the end of the tub, ignored. He let the spray clean him, not noticing if the water was hot or cold, if the spray needled his flesh or pounded it, turning it white and red in unhealthy looking splotches. He didn’t notice the scratches his untrimmed nails made as he grabbed at his sides in an unconscious effort to protect himself from the nameless faces and images of all those demons and humans he had seen in Kaname’s basement... in his dreams.

He didn’t notice when beneath those images, beneath all that pain and torment, two particular demons surfaced to enfold him in protective arms. His nails dug deeper into his skin, leaving angry red marks that spoke volumes about internal anguish.

Sometime later, he twisted the knob the other way to stop the water, and stepped from the bathroom dripping and naked to face the bed.

Shit.

Images and memories flooded his field of vision painfully, and his shut his eyes tightly to stop them.

Climbing under the covers wet and shaking, Yusuke pulled them up to his chin, and buried his face in the pillow, tears streaming to soak the soft fabrics.


The wind buffeted his hair, whipped it around his head as if trying to yank him from his perch on the rooftop. He ignored it.

The morning was cool and crisp. Dew made the shingles he was perched on slick.

The house was simple. A green lawn spread before it, the flawless grass broken here and there by various shrubs and one large sakura tree in full spring bud; the house was a sky blue, with dark wood frames for the windows and door.

He could care less about the neighborhood decor. Already an occasional passerby would spot him and quickly move on. They didn’t know what he was, what he intended to do here. If they had known, they would have gone running for help - or for their lives.

He scented the air, making sure the female was still inside - still baking and laboring over a ningen appliance.

The other would be coming soon.

He licked his canines as he salivated, already tasting their sweet liquids as they pulsed down his throat.

A bell chimed down the street, and his head lifted reflexively toward the sound.

And there she was.

He grinned.

The other female rode up on a human contraption with wheels, - It’s a bike you asswipe. - that same bell dinging repeatedly as the human twisted it merrily. She waved to another human on the street, not looking up as she turned into his hunting territory and laid the bike on the soft grass. She smelled of whisky and human air fresheners. He knew this, because his other half knew this.

That other half shivered, cowed in his presence.

The human let herself into the home, closing the door softly behind her.

He moved.

Their screams when he crashed through the back window into their living space were flavorful and rich. He salivated more and allowed them the sight of his great, lolling tongue as it swiped past his lips. Grinning to reveal his long, gleaming fangs.

But that doesn’t make any sense. My mother has never even met Shiori…

Their momentary shock gave way to eye-opening fear, and they moved. One headed straight for a box on the wall Shit- Don’t bother! Just Run! RUN!!! He tore her away by her hair and flung her backward to the floor. She landed heavily and skidded through the shards of window glass littering the carpet, a soft, pain filled cry escaping her.

The other headed for the doorway - was almost there when he caught her frail arm and twisted it behind her back. She hollered and he dug his claws into her mouth. Silenced, her eyes turned on him fearfully, welling up with water that blotted all from her vision except for him, and her death in his wicked smile. He tore out her cheek with one graceful pull of his arm. Her bottom lip sagged against her chin where it remained connected with her face. Her cheek bled into the pristine blouse that covered a chest that jerked with suddenly shallow breaths. She was in too much pain to cry or yell. She could only clutch at her face and pull away from him in terror.

He let her stumble down the hall, clutching at the wall, smearing blood across the plaster as she went. He followed her slowly, watching her frail ankles work to keep up her terrified body. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide; but she knew she had to keep moving.

She had made it to the linen closet by the time he grew bored of that particular game; her scream reached a pitch that was almost uncomfortable to his acute hearing as he grabbed her neck suddenly and lifted her from the floor.

The other ningen was slowly rising from the floor when he came into the room, the headless corpse of his latest victim dragging behind him by the torn blouse.

Her eyes widened in horror, and he saw her internal struggle to close them, to turn away and tuck her head into her arms. It took him a moment to realize that the broken words she was mumbling were parts of a prayer. He laughed.

Dropping the corpse of the black haired female, he reached forward and dragged the other female to her feet, leaving brutally deep gashes in her arms where his claws rent the skin. She whimpered.

Slowly, to savor the moment and the flavor of her fear, he stroked his claws up her shirt, tearing the fabric but barely grazing the flesh beneath. When he reached her neck, he applied more pressure, and savored her scream of pain as it died in a choke and gurgle as his claws tore up through her larynx and entered her mouth from behind the jaw bone. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she died instantly from the trauma. Leaning forward, pulling the corpse to him, his claws still wrapped around the jawbone, he licked up the side of the female’s neck, lapping up the blood there as he continued on to the mouth-

“NUUH!!” Yusuke threw off his covers and vaulted from his bed. He ripped his nails down his face and closed his eyes over his tears, pacing around the room with no clear purpose. He just had to move.

What scared him the most wasn’t that he had been totally unable to do anything to stop his demon self this time, it was that they had not appeared to stop him. Had not been there to sooth him or coach him out of his darkness, as he’d fully - in some shadowed part of his mind - expected them to be.

They hadn’t been there at all

Disgusted, sweating profusely, Yusuke clenched his teeth furiously, grinding them together harder, wanting, needing to hear the sandpapery sound of them crunching together in his mouth.

He twisted his hands as he paced, clenched them into fists and flexed them at his sides. When nothing he did seemed to ease his anxiety, he snarled and headed straight for the wall. “Fuck YOU!!!” He screamed at no one in particular, and punched a hole straight through the rock, sending shards of wall and boulders of rubble down to the desert below.

Breathing hard, he turned, snagged a pair of pants and yanked them on. Then jumped.

His feet pounded the sand and his lungs screamed and he ran and ran and ran. He didn’t know how long he ran, it had either been only a couple hours, or an entire day. The sun was only coming up now, rising red and angry behind him as he headed into the west, but he couldn’t be sure if it really was the morning after he’d returned, or the next day already. There were no calendars in Demon World.

He put his head down and ran.

If he ran himself into the ground - pushed himself so far and hard his lungs didn’t recognize what air was anymore - maybe then he’d get a good Enma-damned night of sleep without any freakish ningen-slaying nightmares ruining it for him!

He didn’t pay much attention to anything after a while, not even the sun as it rose steadily at his back and heated his already throbbing, pulsing skin way past what was normal. Not the pounding in his head or the dryness of his throat. He just continued to run. One foot in front of the other. As fast as he could. Hands clenched, and eyes slits to keep the dust out.

He only noticed anything when the sun finally moved from just above him, to an angle that had sunlight spearing him obnoxiously in the eyes. Shading them with a sweaty arm, Yusuke slowed and finally stopped altogether. He wasn’t tired physically, but he was exhausted. Utterly. He breathed harshly and looked around, taking in his surroundings - the beginning of scrubland that would eventually lead into a forest.

He looked down at his shadow, tiny and black, with the sun almost directly overhead. It discolored the sand that still stirred where he’d halted so suddenly.

Anger surged through him. Lightning quick, it infused even his toes with a rage so thick he could feel it building in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out; it was so thick and foul. But he lacked the saliva to swallow, let alone spit. He clenched and unclenched his fists, his eyes shutting over the sudden well of tears. Oh that’s just perfect. Not enough spit to fuckin’ hork but enough water somehow to cry like a big, fucking cry-baby! It was inevitable, then, for the tears to build up and flood over. They smeared mud down his cheeks and dripped off his chin with irritatingly soft plops to the sand below. That’s right, Yusuke. Cry for your own pathetic existence. Maybe I should just run into the nearest village, piss off the closest demon and let him rip me to pieces right there. End it while I still have the guts!

He didn’t run; he didn’t move. All he could do was stand there and shudder silently.

The anger continued to build within him.

With no outlet, Yusuke let loose a ragged, anguished scream of pure, raw frustration and leveled his index finger at the sky. Over his shaking and pussy-ass trembling, Yusuke could feel the heat pulled from his toes and legs and chest, funneled through his arm to the tip of that one finger. His finger grew hot, hotter than the sun glaring him full in the face.

It was straight ahead of him now. Just hovering above the horizon.

He watched blurrily through the water congealing in his eyes, as his finger began to glow- blue, then red, then blue again- then kind of a weird, shifting combination of the two as his eyelids fluttered, and his vision flickered.

With a sob, he let go.

His combined demon / spirit gun went off with a bang, and the energy shot from his finger and streamed into the sun with a speed that would have impressed even Hiei.

Blue, with flecks of red.

Red, with streaks of blue.

It was so big...

Yusuke hit the ground with a thud, his eyes still watering, but closed. Tightly.

The sun beat down on him. Merciless.

---

“Wait, Hiei.” Kurama said, pulling out of his run to stop and sniff the air, looking around suspiciously.

Hiei flitted back to him. “Why? Raizen’s Keep is right there.” He gestured behind himself at the fortress jutting from the sand and mountain wall like a hermit crab. Pincers poised. Sunlight reflected from its rough, yellowed surfaces.

“Yes but... Yusuke is not.”

Hiei stood straighter, and paid more attention to his faint link with the Detective.

Kurama focused closer on the fortress and saw, to no surprise, the gaping hole in the wall of one of the towers. “...He’s gone out running again.”

“This way.” Hiei darted off.

Together - following the smell of sweat and anguish, their tentative link, and soon, hard packed shoe prints in the desert sand - they ran across makai.

It was no great surprise when they came across the detective in the early evening, out cold, belly up on the sand. Hiei snarled in annoyance. “The fool must have fired his reigun while he was still catching his breath.”

“Yes. It seems it knocked him right out.”

The Koorime sent him a scathing glance. “Must you state the obvious?”

Knowing the question wasn’t meant to be answered, Kurama did anyway. “Yes. Provided you intend to stand around all day.” He looked around. “Convenient, that he decided to pass out on the fringes of a forest.”

“Yes. Convenient. It’s amazing how he can be so mindlessly stupid and clueless, no matter how many new powers he comes to wield.” Hiei bent and tossed the comatose boy over his shoulder. “There’s a hot spring in those trees. We can revive him there.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“The last time he went running like a fool, the hot spring’s where I finally found him.”

“Oh?”

“And before you get your hopes up, fox, it’s not a very large spring. Most of it is clogged with greenery.”

“My lucky day.” Kurama followed after.

---

Hiei was right. There was barely enough room for the Koorime to squeeze in behind the Detective, and still have the water cover them up to mid chest.

As the fire demon roughly - but in an oddly caring way - washed the detective of all the grit and grime in the entire desert, Kurama busied himself with washing their collective garments and hanging them in the boughs of a nearby spruce to dry. He then settled himself down, nude, on the moss to the side of the spring, where it was dry, and drifted off. Trusting to Hiei to keep watch, and wake him when Yusuke did.

Hiei slowly ran his fingers through Yusuke’s hair; he started at the side and worked his way around, dragging out lumps of plant life, clods of dirt and dust and various other things that had no business being in the detective’s hair. He brought handfuls of the clear, soothingly warm spring water up to Yusuke’s face, and meticulously cleaned his eyes, nose and cheeks, his forehead, and the inside of his ears. The detective had gotten sand everywhere.

When he was satisfied that Yusuke was clean, Hiei settled back further in the moss and pulled the Detective back with him. As he exhaled, Yusuke seemed to settle more comfortably against him, and a soft, barely audible sigh left the tantei’s lips. The water giggled softly as it washed around their chests and caressed their arms, licking at their necks now and again as a breeze startled it.

---

Yusuke woke wet and warm from his collarbone down. His head and face and shoulders were surprisingly, but not uncomfortably, chilled.

Blinking, he glanced around cautiously without turning his head. Trees all around, moonlight filtered down through the canopy - why was he wet? Lifting his hand, he observed, with glazed eyes, the moonlight glinting off the warm pool he was lying in, as the water dripped from his fingers.

He looked down to his waist, where the droplets landed, and could see beneath the ripples a pair of hands nestled comfortably below his pelvis. If he took a deep breath he could feel them.

Calmly, he lowered his own hand, watching as the water refracted the image and made it look like his hand was smaller than it really was. His tiny, broken, wavering gray finger stroked down the arm belonging to one of the other hands. Someone sighed from behind him, and the hand moved, softly sliding up and over his pelvis, fingers massaging firmly into tense stomach muscles.

Yusuke groaned, settling back more firmly - if that was possible - into the embrace of the one behind him, his finger continuing to stroke that wrist. Hiei. Riiiiight. I went and did something stupid again. Him and Kurama must have come after me... Tears welled up in his eyes, and he shut them fast. Stupid... STUPID.

The one hand continued to stroke and massage gently, the other suddenly delved lower, and cupped the soft skin of his scrotum, squeezing firmly, but gently. Then both hands began a much firmer massage, and Yusuke’s head canted back onto Hiei’s shoulder, exposing his neck and the suddenly hot, throbbing, marks there.

Hiei leant forward, and licked along his mark, then Kurama’s. Then bit into his with a vengeance, reopening it and lapping up the blood greedily, drawing a startled groan from Yusuke. At the same time his lower hand rose to meet the growing flesh of Yusuke’s dick, squeezing firmly.

His face heating up to match the temperature of the pool, Yusuke arched back into Hiei’s firm chest and his breath caught in his throat. He keened and water sloshed around them. His hips thrust and Hiei let them, the hand pumping Yusuke’s dick tightening and speeding up at the same time.

Gasping and panting, Yusuke did not jerk away when two fingers found their way beneath him, and probed hungrily at his asshole. Instead, he levered his hips to give them more room to work, and pushed back on them eagerly as they wiggled up inside. Dammit, I’ve actually wanted this…

Yusuke gasped, raggedly, through a throat too dry to make proper sound. “Kur... -ama?”

“Here, Yusuke.” A raspy voice answered him, and his mouth was suddenly consumed. Breathing hotly around thrusting tongues, their breaths steaming each other’s faces, they kissed with an abandon brought about by sheer sexual desperation. Saliva dripped down Yusuke’s chin, but he just pressed his mouth closer to Kurama’s, pulling the fox’s tongue back into his own mouth and rubbing it, sucking it fiercely. His chest pushed firmly into a pair of fingers suddenly squeezing and pulling his nipple. His ass pushed back firmly on the fingers wiggling and slipping around inside him. His hips pushed up frantically into the hand working his penis with firm, steady strokes. He wanted it faster, harder, and nothing he did compelled his companions to oblige him. He whined. Whimpered.

Kurama twisted his nipple again and started to lean back into the moss outside the spring, pulling Yusuke along with him, while still kissing him wetly. He shoved his tongue deeper and deeper into the detective’s mouth.

Torn, unable to leave the warm water and what was happening beneath its surface, also unable to ignore that pulling tongue and gentle pressure at the back of his neck, Yusuke finally began to follow Kurama; mindlessly puling away from Hiei. But as he landed outside the spring, water dripping from his arms and legs and dick, and fell back into Kurama’s mouth - his turn to plunder - Hiei came up and stroked along his spine with a finger, reaching Yusuke’s puckered entrance and tracing the sphincter delicately, before pushing inside once more. The detective whined and pushed back, but Hiei removed his finger and pushed his tongue inside in his fingers stead.

Kurama heard and felt Yusuke gasp obscenities into his mouth, and pulled out of their kiss with a smile.

Without the support of Kurama’s mouth or the draw of the kiss to keep him up, Yusuke’s torso collapsed onto the fox’s chest, and his head dropped onto his shoulder. Drawing shaky breaths, Yusuke’s body tensed and heaved. His erection drooled and smeared jizz all over Kurama’s lower abdomen as Hiei twisted his tongue within him, swiping and pushing and dragging inside as deep as it would go. Pushing saliva in then sucking it back out.

“Yusuke.” Kurama spoke quietly, running his fingers up Yusuke’s arms and stroking along his neck. The boy on top of him shuddered. “Yusuke.” He repeated, calmly.

“Yuh?” He managed to breathe out.

“We won’t let you cum.”

“Uraaaaaaaaah!” Yusuke arched as, suddenly, Hiei reached beneath him and squeezed his penis HARD. Hiei’s tongue was still thrusting, and the combined pleasure of that and the sudden immense pain of the pressure being exerted on his dick caused a confusion of feelings within him, and he struggled to breathe even as his orgasm was shoved back down into his balls.

“Yusuke.” Kurama’s hand was idly running up and down the detective’s spine, massaging his shoulder blades and lower back.

Hiei’s hand tightened.

“Kurama?” Yusuke squeaked.

“We won’t let you cum, Yusuke-”

“What!?”

“-Until you promise us something.”

“Nnn…” Yusuke panted into Kurama’s neck as Hiei’s hand, still clenched vise-like around his dick, twisted the other way, and his tongue was removed in favor of Hiei’s member. Throbbing and hard, it pushed into him steadily, thick and wet. He could feel the front of Hiei’s thighs brushing his ass - his balls – and then everything stopped moving.

Yusuke panted and tried to push back, but Hiei held Yusuke’s hips still with one strong hand, and the detective’s dick captive with the other.

“Fuck no…”

Kurama nibbled leisurely on Yusuke’s ear as he continued. “Promise us, Yusuke- and repeat after me: I will never run from you again. I will not hide anything from you.”

“I… can’t be sure if, I- FUCK!” Yusuke whipped his head around and glared at the Koorime. “Hiei!”

Hiei smirked, showing a fang, and pulled out of Yusuke slowly until the head of his penis popped free with a sucking sound.

Yusuke’s chest heaved, his head back in the crook between Kurama’s neck and shoulder. He bit his lip through trying not to moan or groan or make any other sounds that might encourage his psychotic mates.

My mates...

A small amount of blood welled up and flowed down his chin.

“Promise, Yusuke.”

“I… promise I… -Forgot what I was supposed to- Hiei! Fuckin stop doing - FUCK! -that!!” Yusuke bit down into Kurama’s shoulder - lightly - and Kurama could have sworn he heard him mutter: “I hate you both.”

“Yusuke…‘You will never run from us again. You will never hide anything from us.’” Kurama emphasized his words.

“I won’t run from you guys - that doesn’t count sex tag, right? You know, I run, and you chase me down and fuck me-“

“Detective…” Hiei threatened from behind, the head of his dick just butting up against Yusuke’s asshole.

“Alright! I won’t run from you- and I wont… um-”

“You will not hide anything.”

“-And I won’t hide anything from you- which definitely doesn’t count surprise birthdays and all that fun shit- Now fuck me, dammit!!!”

Hiei exchanged a humorous look with the fox, before complying in full. “As you wish, detective>” And he pushed in.

Yusuke moaned as he was pounded over and over. Beneath him, Kurama was not idle, stroking his sides with fevered hands. The fox licked the blood from his chin and nibbled up his jaw line. He pulled Yusuke’s ear into his mouth and suckled on it hungrily as his hands moved up to pinch the detective’s firm nipples. Yusuke gasped and breathed open mouthed into Kurama’s neck, his chest pushing itself into Kurama’s nimble fingers, even as his ass pushed back against Hiei, taking more of the Koorime, deeper.

Hiei was grunting, gasping above him, his fingers, still wet from the pool, sliding against Yusuke’s hips. Water sloshed up his thighs where they still resided in the pool. He was hot. Overheated. And still, he couldn’t get enough of this damned detective. He forced himself to slow, drag out and savor the feeling as Yusuke whimpered below him. He pushed back in, slowly, paused and pulled back out, all the way out. And Yusuke was suddenly sobbing in distress. Hiei inhaled deeply, to quiet his libido, and knelt down further in the water, until his nose was aligned with the Yusuke’s throbbing, swollen hole. He breathed in.

Yusuke was hot and musky. His scent was tinged with sweat and minerals from the pool. Of wet moss and sex. It was intoxicating. Hiei began to rim the detective in earnest.

Hardly able to keep his breathing regular, Yusuke just went with it. His ass throbbed and his dick tingled and his lips were swollen. Kurama was twisting and playing with his nipples like they were an old toy newly rediscovered. The kitsune kissing him like he’d never let Yusuke go again. Like he’d never… leave him…

With a grunt, frustrated that his dick had been left unattended for so long, Yusuke pushed Kurama down into the moss.

Curious, wondering what Yusuke had in mind, Hiei backed off.

Keeping Kurama’s hands pinned above his head, Yusuke panted, regaining his breath. Beneath him, hair fanned out among the moss, Kurama’s face was flushed, his lips shining with saliva, his eyes bright and mischievous.

“Tie…” Yusuke cleared his throat, and tried again. “Tie your arms up, ‘Rama. And spread your legs.”

Instantly, the moss twisted and twined itself all over and around the Kitsune’s arms, gentle but tight, drawing them high over the fox’s head. Arousal reached Yusuke’s nose and he grinned, it was turning Kurama on.

Hiei scooted back farther, finding a better vantage point as Yusuke lowered himself to the fox’s spread legs, and began to blow Kurama with slow, languid strokes, his fingers pressing bruises into the soft skin of the fox’s thighs. Kurama keened softly in his throat as Yusuke licked up and down, sucked at the head of his penis and at his scrotum, poked at it with his tongue, and swiped and nibbled at it. Played with it, before finally sucking it down and swallowing heartily, starting a steady rhythm, his cheeks hollowed every time he went down.

Kurama writhed on the moss, his chest heaving, his face flushing more red with each passing moment. He whimpered as Yusuke’s fingers played with his ass, stretching and probing shallowly but only playing in passing, as his full attention was on Kurama’s dick, and lapping up the pre-cum seeping out of it steadily.

Mouth buried in Kurama’s groin, Yusuke’s butt pressed into the air; wet and shining with the water from the pool and the humid air. His ass and inner thighs were also wet still from pre-cum and Hiei’s spit. His thighs pressed tightly together, rubbing awkwardly at his dick. It was swollen, in dire need of attention, but for the moment, Yusuke was busy elsewhere and absentmindedly continued to rub at it with his legs, adding pressure, his moans mingling with Kurama’s.

Hiei’s eyes were drawn to that hovering piece of Detective meat, and he could only resist the temptation for so long. He was pushing into that slick passage before the thought had fully materialized in his mind. His fingers gripped at Yusuke’s slick hips, and he barreled into the detective without waiting for either of them to adjust – even had they needed it, at this point.

His thrusts became ever more savage, pushing the detective down, grinding him into Kurama.

Below them, Kurama thrashed weakly, his arms bound above him and his legs pinned by Yusuke. His dick trapped in Yusuke’s oral pleasures. His skin slick and shining like oil in the moonlight. Yusuke, distracted by whatever Hiei was doing above, had stopped playing with his hole, but with what Yusuke was now doing with his tongue on Kurama’s dick… Kurama could easily forgive him.

Riding Hiei, pushing back as the Koorime pushed in, squeezing his inner muscles and urging the Koorime on, Yusuke swiped his tongue over and around the fox, pushing here and teasing there. He was almost mindless with pleasure but held on to his determination to drive the fox wild, first. His bit lightly, nibbled on the vein and pushed his tongue into the thick base before he sucked in the balls. He inhaled sharply as Hiei changed angles behind him and began to rub against his pleasure spot.

Below his fingers, he felt Kurama begin to tremble, and released his balls with a wet pop. Kurama’s trembling became more pronounced, and he heard a small whine from somewhere above. Licking back up the vein, Yusuke opened his eyes and caught the first stream of hot semen right across his nose. Quickly, he deep-throated Kurama and began to milk from him every last drop the Kitsune had to offer.

Behind him, Hiei thrust faster and harder, grunting as he got closer and closer and finally, “Nnnnnnn!!” Tipped over the edge.

Yusuke shut his eyes again in pleasure as Hiei arched against him, tensing and shooting deep. It felt so good, that heat. Yusuke continued to lick languidly at Kurama - even as the fox grew soft - as Hiei pulsed again and again within him, biting into his neck, gasping incoherently into his ear.

Slowly, Hiei pulled out, and Yusuke was left feeling cold from thighs to waist. Pulling away from Kurama, still lost in his own little world, breathing shallowly, Yusuke moved his hands down to play with himself and hopefully finish. Pumping his dick firmly, his lower lip trapped between his teeth, Yusuke wiggled two fingers up into himself from behind to help fill where Hiei had left gaping and empty.

He didn’t get very far. Without warning, Kurama sat up and twisted him, pulling him into an embrace from behind. Hiei fell on his front, taking him into his mouth and sucking on fingers, hand and dick alike.

Something wiggled up his ass, replacing his fingers, stroking - tickling - and he arched back in Kurama’s arms and shot in Hiei’s mouth.

---

“What the fuck d’you want me to say, Kurama?”

“Just tell me what you dream of.”

“If you want naughty sex fantasies, you’re going to have to think up a more creative way to drag them out of me.” Yusuke shot him a shit-eating grin.

Kurama just stared at him seriously.

Yusuke looked at his dirt covered feet. “They’ve been getting worse lately.” He was silent for a while; just studying his toes and the flecks of dark soil on his recently washed and dried jeans. Kurama and Hiei gave him his time.

They were all three of them seated beneath the sweeping embrace of the Spruce, in a bed of moss and ferns, just a couple yards from the hot spring. After they’d washed up, Kurama had brought them all their dried clothes, and since then they’d been sitting, napping, and - Yusuke tried not to think too much about this part - cuddling. Kurama talked silently to the detective, trying to get him to open up to them. Hiei just listened silently and held him, his arms wrapped soothingly around Yusuke’s midsection, his fingers caressing his abs and rubbing absently above the line of his jeans.

The late afternoon sun was just beginning its decent, its rays sifting through the canopy and playing on the moss and dirt below.

“A night ago I dreamed… I dreamed I went to your mother’s house, Kurama, and I… slaughtered her. I slaughtered Shiori and… and Atsuko, who… happened to be there.” He forced himself to look right at Kurama as he said this, urging his mate to understand that he was seriously fucked up, but he was ready to start asking for some help- if Kurama had any to offer.

“And your other dreams?” Kurama remained matter-of fact.

Now Yusuke had to look away. “Always the same- I kill someone close to me, my friends, Grandma, Keiko or…” He took a breath. “You guys.”

Kurama thought on things for a long time, carding a finger absentmindedly through the soil, drawing nonsense pictures. Twisting a finger round and round a vine, the vine twisting back on its own, sometimes.

Yusuke was entertained by that.

Hiei continued to caress his chest, slowly. Yusuke couldn’t be sure if he was asleep back there or not- until he spoke, “Did you dream at all when you were asleep in the spring last night?”

You mean while you were holding me? Yusuke flushed. Then he tried to remember; after a moment, he answered, “…No. But that doesn’t-“

“Yusuke,” Kurama spoke, “You are no more a monster than Hiei or I. I think your problem is you see your demon heritage as a dormant beast ready to devour your soul and take charge of your body. Your fears have grown to such heights in the last months; they have manifested as extremely vivid dreams depicting your loved ones bearing the punishment for your weakness. Your heat cycle only aided the problem. But Yusuke,” Kurama leaned closer and grabbed Yusuke’s hands in his, “You are very far from being weak. You just need to realize that your demon heritage is just a bit of demon blood mixed in with your regular old human blood – as you so eloquently put once yourself. You can choose to use it, and you can choose how.” Kurama stood and looked at him with a smile. “I believe your biggest problem is that you’re bored.” He held out his hand; “Come, spar with me.”

Yusuke looked at Kurama like he’d lost his mind. “I’d kill you, ‘Rama.”

“I, actually, highly doubt that.” Kurama’s eyes sparkled. “At the very least, you’d have to try. What I’m suggesting isn’t a brawl to the death like the rounds in the Dark Tournament. It’ll be a friendly match for exercise and fun between pals - somewhat like the matches in the Demon Tournament, or your fight with Chu - albeit without the knives.”

Yusuke cracked a grin, “Sure! Why not!” and jumped to his feet.

They started out slow, with basic martial arts: assume a position, attack and defend.

Yusuke had never fought Kurama, though he’d seen the fox fight plenty of times, and his method of discerning his opponent’s strategy before making any forthright attacks of his own was a tad bit annoying at first, but Yusuke took it as a challenge.

Flattening himself to the moss, Yusuke pivoted on his forearms and flung his legs around, swiping quickly at Kurama’s mid-section. With a deft back flip, Kurama dodged.

Hiei sat ten feet up, lounging against the bark of their clothes-drying tree, and observed the fight. Yusuke, clad only in jeans with the knees ripped out, had a grin on his face that could light Tokyo on fire. Kurama, in contrast, looked relatively pleased with himself, in one of his old robes, as he flipped and dodged and ducked and generally drove Yusuke up a tree – just not the one Hiei was sitting in.

Twisting gracefully out of another miss, Kurama pulled a seed from his hair, and pushed it into the soil with his thumb the next time he cartwheeled out of Yusuke’s way. Then, when Yusuke ran at him; fist raised, thick, elegant vines burst from the ground and wound tightly up his legs and arms and held the Detective spread eagle, suspended a foot off the ground. “What the Hell, Kurama?! You said no aura!!”

“I never said no aura, Yusuke. I simply implied there would be no serious intent to kill. And these vines have not one ounce of violence in them.” He walked calmly closer to the detective; hands clasped behind his back, his eyes alight. “I told you you’d have to try if you wanted to beat me in a match. I’m far too experienced for you.” He blinked slowly, seductively, gazing up at the detective through his lashes.

When delicate blue flowers suddenly began to pop out in bloom all around Yusuke’s head, and Hiei made a wise ass crack from somewhere above about them complimenting his eyes, Yusuke lost it.

Or he would have, if Kurama hadn’t chosen just then to trace a finger up the inside seam of his jeans; he snapped his mouth shut in a hurry.

Then the vines suddenly tipped the detective forward, and Kurama caught his lips in an open mouthed kiss that didn’t last - in Yusuke’s opinion - nearly long enough.

Without warning, Kurama stepped back, and the vines threw Yusuke into the hot spring behind him with a splash that could be heard for miles.

Hiei couldn’t stop laughing for hours.

---

They spent the afternoon waiting for Yusuke’s jeans to dry. Soaking in the spring and drifting in and out of dreamland. Hiei lounged somewheres up above and watched them lazily, at the same time keeping alert to any youki signature above B class within two miles of them.

Evening shadows chased them across the desert and back to Yusuke’s keep. The golden sand turned purple in the slanting moonlight and Yusuke, running ahead, never looked so fucking happy.

Houkoshin was at the front gate, speaking quietly with one of the monketts*, when Kurama and Yusuke came walking up, fresh as daisies. Kurama hid his smile as Hiei darted up the keep wall and out of sight through a window on the second floor.

“L-Lord Yusuke!” Houkoshin and the monkett hastily came up to Yusuke as the detective approached - and dumped a landslide of questions on him. “Are you alright? Where did you go? Was it a mission? Are you alright? Is that why Lord Kurama is with you? Why didn’t you inform us m’lord? Are you wounded in anyway? Have you eaten? Why is Lord Hiei not with you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Hiei’s somewhere. And I’m not answering.”

Quite used to Yusuke’s standoffish and often hostile attitude, the fact that Yusuke answered with civility gave Houkoshin reason to hope. It also startled him so much he shut up long enough for Yusuke and Kurama to get into the entry hall and halfway up the stairs to the second floor.

“Lord Yusuke?”

Yusuke called over his shoulder without looking down, “I’m busy tonight, Houkoshin. Can we talk in the morning? …Thanks.”

It was probably a good thing Houkoshin couldn’t see the Detective’s smile.

Or Kurama’s, for that matter.

The moment Yusuke was through the door, he was set upon by a horny, black haired Koorime, who had just spent a ridiculous amount of time running in one direction, across a desert, staring at Yusuke’s ass.

Kurama held back as Hiei flung Yusuke into the door, banging it up against the wall and stuck his hand down Yusuke’s jeans, squeezing. Watching them out of the corner of his eye, Kurama disrobed slowly and crawled onto the bed. Taking the edge off first would probably be a good thing.

A few hours later, Yusuke moaned into the pillow as Kurama pushed into him slowly, and pulled out just as slow.

After the furious start to the night, things had slowed down considerably towards early morning. Now they were barely doing anything but teasing him. And Yusuke didn’t mind at all - despite vehement comments and expletives to the contrary.

Behind Kurama, Hiei worked his own finger in alongside his dick and moved them both within the fox. Said fox currently sucking his other hand finger by finger. Wanton and completely blissed out, Kurama’s own fingers twitched and clutched at Yusuke’s hips, as he sucked and licked all over Hiei’s index finger, wetting it and memorizing it, before passing on to the next. Sticking his tongue beneath the nail, licking down to the palm and back up, and on to the next. He was only fucking Yusuke at all because his dick was already there, and Hiei moving behind him caused Kurama to move in and out of the detective.

Nibbling seductively on Kurama’s neck and behind his ear, Hiei watched the detective out of the corner of his eye as Yusuke’s moaning dropped in pitch, and the detective began to ejaculate steadily into the covers. His hips flattening and flexing back on Kurama. His fists clenched and twisted in the spread.

When Yusuke collapsed, exhausted, he inadvertently caused a domino effect as Kurama followed him mindlessly, and Hiei followed Kurama to ensure his dick stayed neatly where it was. Yusuke was snoring before his hands had even released the covers from their death grip. Kurama pushed down one last time, before grunting out his release, and flattening his chest to the detective’s sweaty back.

Kurama was aware enough of his mate still moving within him, that he pushed his ass back and up as far as he could - which was barely a half an inch in his exhausted state - and did his best to tighten up on Hiei’s outstroke. It wasn’t long before Hiei was pulling Kurama’s hair aside, kissing down the fox’s neck as he pumped his seed deep inside. And they both followed Yusuke into oblivion, sprawled and tangled in a sweaty, ungainly mess.

---

Kurama lay on his side, watching Yusuke sleep, running his fingers carefully through thick black strands of hair, and untangling it with the patience of one who was in absolutely no hurry to get the day going. And a ridiculous mess it was, spread all over the pillow, matted. Kurama never knew what he would find in its infinite depths.

Case and point. Kurama’s nose scrunched up as he pulled out a dead beetle. A big, dead, shinny, black beetle. He tossed it away.

Yusuke’s face was peaceful, soothed of worry and fresh after a good night’s fuck and sleep. His Mazoku markings were black against his skin - so clear the contrast was startling - they looked like fresh tribal tattoos. Kurama found himself stroking over one and following it to the next, and that one to the one after, and so on.

It wasn’t long after that when Yusuke woke.

“‘Rama?”

“Did you dream, Yusuke?” Kurama bent and kissed Yusuke’s shoulder lightly.

Yusuke paused. “No.” Then he smirked. “Am I always going to wake up like a chick when I sleep with you? Should I be prepared for rose petals all over the bed and you, my romantic boyfriend, with fancy glasses and wine?”

“That depends, would you like me to shower the bed in rose petals and bring you breakfast in bed?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m good.” Yusuke looked appalled

“Then perhaps you’d prefer I wake you up like this?” Kurama breathed warm air on his lips before he kissed Yusuke tenderly.

Their lips separated slowly with a wet snkk, and Yusuke grinned. “Actually, I’d prefer to be woken up like this.” He heaved upwards, forcing Kurama to hover above him on his hands and knees, and shimmied down the bed on his back until he could suck Kurama’s morning wood straight down his throat, opening wide and accommodating him easily.

Experience did wonders.

Above him Kurama sighed and closed his eyes, throwing back his head slightly as he gave himself over completely to Yusuke’s attentions. His hips moved rhythmically with the suction of Yusuke’s mouth, pushing in and withdrawing. He was wet and hard and so ready for this to be a daily morning thing.

Inhaling shallowly, Kurama kicked out a leg awkwardly, unwilling to disturb Yusuke’s work, and kicked again until the heavy bed cover had fallen off them and left him room to work. Pivoting around Yusuke’s mouth, Kurama pulled his hair back, had a leaf hold it from his face, and went down on Yusuke.

Moans went straight up his dick and centered warmly in his belly, and he smiled, licking around and under the head, down and up the shaft. He pulled at it with his hand and squished he head between his lips, teasing at the slit with his tongue.

Beneath him Yusuke squirmed, and sucked harder, swallowing thickly whenever Kurama’s penis sunk to the base. It wasn’t long before he began to tremble.

Squeezing more firmly around the base of Yusuke’s dick, licking contentedly at the head, Kurama dropped a purple seed onto the sheets.

Yusuke’s eye shot open when something suddenly shot up his ass. He had a moment to realize it was one of Kurama’s plants, get unbelievably turned on, and suddenly he was trying to breathe harder and suck harder at the same time. His hips snapped up and Kurama pushed them back down, smiling around Yusuke’s erection.

“Ohhhmmmph!” Yusuke moaned continuously, riding the plant twisting and flexing within him. It felt like he was being fucked and rimmed at the same time. “Nnnn-GUH!” Blearily, Yusuke fumbled around above himself, sucking tightly on the head of Kurama’s penis. He felt up Kurama’s thighs and buttocks, and when he found Kurama’s hole, he pushed a dry finger in without pause. Above him, Kurama jerked in surprise and grunted around him.

Yusuke’s trembling became more pronounced.

It wasn’t long before Yusuke had three fingers in Kurama, pushing and pulling them back out as he sucked at Kurama’s dick. Likewise Kurama continued to twist and flex and make his plant grow within Yusuke. Neither letting the other get too close.

Groaning desperately around Yusuke, Kurama finally let up. He released his stranglehold on the detective’s dick and hollowed his cheeks at the same time, creating a vacuum with his throat. His vine pulsed in and out of the detective, continuing to fuck him until he was cumming, shaking as he spurted down Kurama’s throat over and over.

Then Yusuke finally released him, and Kurama gasped for air as he came. Pumping his hips as Yusuke withdrew his fingers and swallowed everything.

Coming down from his high, Kurama allowed his body to go dead, flattening himself to Yusuke, and Yusuke to the bed. His face squashed into the hollow between Yusuke’s leg and groin.

“Oh, fuck. That was good.”

Kurama’s laugh was obviously muffled.

“Wonder if Houkoshin heard us?”

Kurama pushed himself up, moved around until he was face to face with his mate, and kissed him soundly. When he came back up, he looked Yusuke right in the eye and asked him seriously, “Would you honestly want to know if he had?”

Yusuke stared at him, thought about it for a moment, then his face did the most amazing thing- his nose scrunched up, his upper lip curled back like he was about to growl, and he went almost - almost - cross-eyed. “Fuck no.”

Kurama laughed and got up. “You should have a shower Yusuke, you hair is a mess.”

“What? You’re not coming with me?” Yusuke wined.

Kurama looked at his mate, naked and unashamed, with one knee drawn tight to his chest and his face flushed from sex; and couldn’t deny the offer was tempting. “Sorry, Yusuke, but I have things to take care of. Besides, you came four times last night, and again just now - a break for a while won’t kill you.”

“Where is Hiei, anyway?”

“I imagine he’s gone back to Mokuro.”

“…For how long?”

“He has most likely returned to the patrols. I imagine he’ll be gone for a week or two, but no longer than that.” Kurama, half dressed with his robe in hand, came back to Yusuke with a kiss. “But don’t worry, Yusuke. He always shows up, usually when you least expect him to. And in the meantime, you’ll have me to keep you occupied.” He winked.

“You’re staying here?”

Kurama turned, “Unless you’d prefer I leave?”

“NO! Uh… I want you to stay, ‘Rama.” Yusuke blushed.

“I’m not having sex with you again until you shower. But nice try.” Kurama smiled and headed for the door.

“Thought it was worth a shot.” Yusuke mumbled. “…Kurama?”

“Mmm?”

“Why aren’t you taking a shower as well? You… you uh… you smell. What do you have to do?”

“I need to speak with Houkoshin about things concerning this Keep - and about our mating. And I think Houkoshin won’t be able to argue very well, or at all, if I smell like his master, and sex with his master.” Kurama smiled at him, and shut the door.

-TBC

*I remember somewhere [in the dub] where Yusuke referred to all the demons who look a lot like Houkoshin as the ‘monketts’. Could be wrong though. Feel free to correct me if I am - but you’d better do I fast cuz I use the term a lot in Chapter Eight. :P

REVIEWER RECOGNITION!!!


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You know me too well! No, Yusuke didn’t get very far. Not very far at all. *Evil Grin*

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