Dreams

My site the Makai Black Market just went down a week or so ago. I’ve had some requests to upload my fics here and thought why not. I’m planning to go back over them and fix them up a little; god knows they could probably use some spelling and grammar correction. Anyone want to Beta?
Anyway this is the first of a so far 3-part fanfic series. I do plan to one day continue this series, but so far it’s only gone to 3 stories: Dreams, The Koorime Litter, and Brides. The next installment has ready been titled Teens, but who knows when I’ll ever be able to get around to that.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy yourself. Reviews and comments are always welcomed, good or bad. Comments like you suck or #$!$%@^% won’t be taken seriously. They don’t tell me anything useful, if you don’t like something please explain your reasons I’ll be more incline to hear you out.

I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters, really I’d settle for Hiei and Yukina, but I’m just not that lucky. They belong to their respective owners and creator. I’m only borrowing them and not making any money off this fic.

Ja ne
b-chan

I lean against the railing to see as they walk out to watch the fights between the other teams. Desire hits me like a hard slap in the face. It so very hard not to react to the sight of them specially in this form; my other makes it far more easy to hide my lust for them. I press my hips to the railing’s bars, grinding slightly, and wet my suddenly parched lips. There they are, my three pretty boys, each so different from the other, each so sexy in his own unique way.

"Yusuke and the others sure look eager," remarks George, the blue oni, who sits beside me.

I sign softly wishing I were beside my beautiful tanteis not an oni like George. We’re at the Dark Combat tournament, here to fight the Toguro team. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s my father I’d pray to the Lord of Death for them to come out of the tournament safely. I could lose them today, the very idea makes my heart ache and blood hot. Of course, I’d mind if Kuwabara was killed too, but he’d not one of the three that haunt my dreams.

My eyes land on Yusuke. I can’t help but lick my lips again as he casually talks with his teammates, shifting around from one foot to the other. My eyes drop and stare at his backside, admiring how nicely those jeans fit his form. They’re tight around the hips and ass, looser about the knees and shines. My gaze wanders up his well-muscled build- not too bulky and not too skinny, what a perfect example of teenage youth. He brushes some of his messy raven black hair out of his eyes and I swoon like any fangirl. What a man!

My mind plays back some of my more exciting dreams with him as the star. I’m always the uke with Yusuke, I just can‘t picture him any other way. I can just imagine him throwing me down, ripping at my clothes like a wild man. Strong hands holding me down while he teases me senseless with warm mouth and rough fingers. I can almost hear myself begging him to screw me. His hands on me, pushing and pulling my body in ways that please him. Leaning over my shoulder naughty and dirty things whispered hotly into my ear while he toys with me.

I’m sure my face must be turning a brilliant red as I recall every exciting position I’ve dreamed of us together in. Grinning fondly and a wee bit stupidly I refocus my attention on the group. I know that Yusuke is gay or at least bi. I don’t however know if he’s ever acted on his desires. He’s been eyeing guys since the day we first meet, probably longer. It’s a shame that he tries to hide it. He pulls it off rather well, I’m sure not many know; Keiko does make a good cover for him. But, does he truly love her? I don’t think so, he always forgetting her, leaving her behind to go fight with his pretty male teammates and Kuwabara. He doesn’t look at her with the desire he gives them. The looks he has for her are more kind, more that of a friend. Poor Keiko, she’s going to be hurt when she finds out.

I have often wondered if Yusuke has been with any of the others. He obviously wants to. In fact, right now he’s staring at Hiei’s backside like I was his. I wonder if I’m the only one that notices? He is the leader of this team and the strongest. It would be easy for him to just grab one of them and pull them aside for a little fun. But, then again I’m their boss and I haven’t acted on my desire to invite one of them on a private mission. A very wicket look crosses my face, or invite all three at once for the task of completely satisfying me. I shiver violently and make it a personal goal to some day send them on that mission. Of course, they’ll have to survive the tournament first.

My eyes traveled from one bishonen to another. This one is shorter and dressed in black and white. Pale white skin over a strong lean frame. Blood red almond shaped eyes, set on a too cute face. Wild spiky hair highlighted with dark blue, and a white starburst. Eyelids dropped as I began to peel off the Koorime boy’s clothes with my eyes one layer at a time. Hiei isn’t like Yusuke, I doubted the short fire demon is even aware of the fact that he’s so damn hot, so to speak. He hasn’t shown any signs that he’s interested in males or females. I wonder if he’s even ever had sex before. Both Yusuke and Kurama constantly flirt with him and he didn’t seem to understand just what they’re doing. Oh innocent little boy, how I’d like to teach you a thing or two.

Hiei: the product of a fire demon and an ice maiden, both rare outside of their natural habitats. Fire demons are highly desired as sex slave. With their naturally hot bodies and vigorous nature they are among the most passionate of the demon races. And the koorime who are noted for their purity and virtue are in truth not so pure. They possesses sexual desires like everyone else, just hide it behind they icy exterior. And, being a race of all females they are in truth all Lesbians. It’s only natural then for Hiei to be attracted to the same sex, even if the demon doesn’t realize it yet.

I sigh loudly. Hiei is a noble creature even if he hides it behind the koorime’s icy mask and his own grumpy frown. The short tantei always looks out for his teammates and only kin, Yukina. He never allowed himself to share in their joys, just watched like some silent dark guardian angel. He seemed so clueless in the ways of emotions, the few times he’d let them slip past his mask are so rich they leave you craving for more. I want to unwrap the mystery that is the flying shadow. I want to know every nock and cranny, every square inch. I purr lustfully to myself just imagining all those inches. Plus, it’s so hard to resist those grumpy bad boys. I’ve always had a thing for the strong and silently type.

My eyes watch the petite demon’s every graceful movements as I let my mind wonder. If Yusuke is always on top in my dreams than Hiei’s always on the bottom. After all, I didn’t always want to be the uke. Oh no, I want my fair share of tail. I’ve had plenty of dreams of ravishing the poor Koorime boy and not all of them are by myself. More then one dream involves Kurama hunting Hiei down like an animal then fucking him senseless. Others involve Yusuke and him sparing, only to some how end up with the taller youth pinning the speedy demon to a tree or the ground and then make the petite demon a boy toy. Then there are the ones were I get my time with the fire demon. Often times Hiei is my prisoner like when Yusuke first turned him in, all covered in chains and wards. There’s a little sadist in me just waiting to mark that snowy white skin. I almost drool at that though wondering if I’d be able to get a perfect red handprint on Hiei’s muscular rump. Other times I invite the demon to my office and take him on top of my desk. Sometimes I imagine the demon wants it, wants it badly enough to climb in through my bedroom window and into my bed to silently beg on all fours, begging me with highly erotic body language to do naughty things to him.

I’m sure that my face is indeed bright red now. Speaking of red.... I looked down at the teen with flaming red tassels: Kurama. My whole body flushes at the thought of that incredibly sensual fox. Kurama: the predator. The fox in human disguise is always in my more creative fantasies; after all he has over a thousand years experience. Oh, I can imagine Kurama doing the most incredible things to me, teaching me all the secrets he’s learned over the years. His human side is so misleading, luring you into a false sense of security, then the youko appears and playtime begins. Top, bottom it doesn’t matter with the fox; he’s skilled at both. I’ve heard many stories about the silver youko, the number about his sexual abilities almost equal the number about his thieving ones. After all he is a fox spirit, a creature of seduction. Foxes liked to play games and in so many dreams he does play them: bondage, plants, whips, wards, and so much more. I can’t even imagine just what that sensual creature is really completely capable of.

Of course, Kurama is bi. With his looks he attracts both males and females to him like bees to flowers. His features are delicate and flawless, such strike colors: jungle green eyes and flaming red hair. He stands out everywhere he goes. At a mere glance both sexes fall madly for him; I am no exception.

So many pleasant dreams with the red head fox. In them he mixes pain and pleasure till I cannot tell just which one I’m feeling. Games of fox and mouse, till I scream for it. I shivered wondering if Kurama is really that way. It doesn’t look like it at first glance, but I’ve been watching the fox for a long time and I’ve caught hints of the untamed youko under the human mask. He flirts with both Hiei and Yusuke: a teasing word, a sexual pun, a quick pat, a flirty look. If any of the three were going to make a move towards another, then the fox would probably be the first.

They’ve been working for me for some times now and I have still not tasted them yet. I have not because I could not. I chew my pacifier fiercely thinking about how cruel the fates are. How cruel my father can be. If he knew the lust I bare towards them, if he knew the fire they build in me, if he knew how much I wanted them, he’d mark them for death. An accident, a run in with a too powerful demon, some terrible disease, and they’d be gone and I’d be alone again with ugly onis for company. The Prince of the Reikai, the heir to the title of Lord of Death, cannot be gay.

Screw that! I am! Why can’t he except that? Why can’t I live my life to the fullest before I become the Lord of death? It’s not fair.

I want to touch them, tastes them, feel them against me, saying my name in breathless cries.

Shiver.

"Koenma-sama? Are you cold? You keep shivering," says George.

"I’m fine," I said in an annoyed voice, eyes never leave my subjects of desire.

A grin slowly spreads on my face. I couldn’t have them before because I was in the Reikai, my father’s land, but now.... Now I’m in the Ningenkai.

A hungry look appeared in my eyes. I just might have to send them on that private mission when this is over.