Case Study

What reveals more about a person, their actions or their motivations? Actions can be observed, studied, picked part and drawn into detailed studies. Motivations are more elusive, to say the least. They lie in the mind. Sometimes they can become evident, but most of the time we are left to wonder, or take the other person’s word of what motivated them to act. The same actions from different people, or even the same person, can have vastly different reasons. Does this mean, then, that actions are useless for trying to understand a person? Actions are simpler, just watch and understand; however, motivation takes work. Motivation reveals the heart behind the actions, the path of the mind through growth. Sometimes, to understand motivation, it becomes needed to understand the person better than they understand themselves. Is that even possible?

All this wondering about actions and motivations will get us nowhere without a subject to study. A simple case study. Simple may be the wrong word, but it is the case we are going to study. First, let us examine the subjects of our case study.

Urameshi Yusuke, male, 16 years old, has died twice and is now demonkin. He was, originally, the number one punk at his junior high school, something that he was proud of. After his first death at the age of 14, he became the Reikai tantei, an occupation he excelled in, gaining strength, friends, and purpose. His second death came after a climatic battle to prevent a tunnel between the Ningenkai and Makai from opening. Now, he is a bit lost as to what he is to do next with his life.

Hiei, given the title Jaganshi due to the implantation of a third eye into his forehead, male, youkai, age unknown, but guessed to be around 500 years old or more. He is a rare half-breed. It seems that a koorime maiden, who generally reproduce asexually and only have female children, not only mated with a fire demon but produced a male child, Hiei. Unfortunately, due to prejudice, he was thrown off the koorime island, away from his mother and twin sister, to grow up in the Makai. Here, he became a thief. He became involved with Yusuke after stealing dark objects from Enma’s vaults in the Reikai.

Kurama, also known as Minamino Shuichi and Youko Kurama: As Youko, he was a nine-tailed fox spirit, a kitsune, but is currently human. Male, kitsune age over 1000 years, human age, 17. He was a thief as well, one of great reputation in the Makai. He was injured by a bounty hunter and forced to take shelter in the Ningenkai and human body to recover his strength and to heal, a slow process due to the type of injuries sustained and the energy extended to escape. He became involved with Hiei during an attack when he was 14. Hiei believed him to be working for another demon, an opinion that was revised when Kurama tended to his injuries. He became involved with Yusuke at the same time and for the same reason Hiei did.

They are our participants, although they don’t know it. To use a single word to sum them all up, it would have to be “complex.” Even with the bare minimum of information presented about them, that is obvious. Most people, however, only take time to see the surface, in which Yusuke is a “punk,” Hiei is “sullen,” and Kurama is “perfect;” but, even those overly-simplified labels can reveal something about the bearer. They reveal what each wants, either intentionally or unintentionally, the world to see. How do they describe each other? That gets more complicated because they know each other better.

Kurama would describe Yusuke as a leader, strong, hardheaded and loyal to those he cares about. Hiei would describe him as a lucky fool, stubborn, and strong. Yusuke would describe Kurama as beautiful, terrifyingly brilliant, and a tactician. Hiei would describe him as vain, cunning, and deadly. Yusuke would describe Hiei as difficult to get to know, but trustworthy, stubborn, and kind, though the latter he would never say anywhere within Hiei’s hearing range. Kurama would describe Hiei as determined, strong, and distant. Even these labels are simplified. It would be of more value to examine their feelings for each other and how those feelings are acted upon.

One of the methods of acting on feelings is to physically express them, that is, through sex. Hiei and Kurama have known each other for three years. For most of that time, they have been physically intimate with each other. Why? Hiei does it because he trusts Kurama and has needs. He needs the release sex provides in lieu of killing, and he has the need to be trusted in return. Kurama does it because, due to his kitsune spirit, he has an overactive libido, he trusts Hiei more than most of the humans he knows, and he finds the petite demon attractive.

Yusuke hasn’t engaged in sexual activity yet. He has fantasized about it, repeatedly and in great detail, but has yet to act on these urges. Why? His urges could be defined as “deviant” by many. Some would even go so far as to call him “unnatural” or worse. There are even those who feel that he should die for the way he feels, never mind that he has died and that is actually part of the reason he feels the way he does. About whom does he fantasize? Hiei and Kurama. Yes, both. At the same time. And how does his death contribute to this? His first death brought him into contact with the two. His second death made him a demon. Demons have a much stronger sex drive than humans and fewer inhibitions. Trust in another is reason enough to want to have sex with them. The stronger the trust, the stronger the desire. Yusuke is hard-pressed to stop his fantasies enough to interact with anyone and not stay in his room all day, stroking himself as his mind wanders over the bodies he desires to touch with his hands. His fantasies are typically the same. He watches as his dick slides into Hiei’s body, the half-breed kneeling before him, his back arched in pleasure. He then watches as Hiei’s dick slides into Kurama’s waiting body, the kitsune spread before them both, wanton, glistening with need. Or, Yusuke will be on his back, Kurama over his hips, sliding down his erection as Hiei holds it steady for him, then Hiei slamming his cock into Yusuke’s body, both demons riding him for all he’s worth. Or, the two will slowly make their way down Yusuke’s body, raining sweet and tender kisses over him and each other as their hands draw his orgasm out of him while his hands return the favor. Always, it is the three of them in his mind. He cannot separate them to fantasize about just one and he can barely focus on the tasks that life demands he perform, such as eating. He doesn’t feel confident enough to approach the two together and can’t single one out to approach first. Therein lies his dilemma.

Do Kurama and Hiei fantasize about Yusuke? More to the point, do they trust him? They are having nearly the same problem concentrating as he is, actually. Their own activity with each other is becoming unsatisfying and both are having difficulty reaching that ultimate release. So, why don’t they approach him? Kurama has actually advised against it because he knows the inhibitions humans are raised with. He can put on the public face of following those inhibitions, but he doesn’t want to force Yusuke into anything. He doesn’t know how much of a demon “demonkin” is, or he many have reconsidered his advice, but he will soon learn.

“Kurama!” the tantei’s voice called to Kurama as he was leaving his house on a minor errand for his mother. He struggled against the kick in his groin he felt, reigning in his desire enough to turn and smile at his friend as he approached. “I was hoping to see you,” Yusuke smiled at the redhead.

“I have to go to the store for my mother,” Kurama answered, his voice carefully pleasant. “Would you like to come with me?”

Yusuke had been hoping for the invitation. He’d reached a decision; actually it was more a breaking point. Whichever of the two he ran across first would be the one he approached first. “Yeah, that’d be great. I was hopin’ to talk to you, actually.”

“Oh?” the redhead answered, polite interest in his voice. “About what?”

“Nothing much,” Yusuke replied, leaving his answer at that.

“Yusuke?” Kurama asked after waiting a moment for Yusuke to continue.

“Let’s go to the store. I’d rather talk later, okay?”

‘The answer was too fast and he didn’t make eye contact,’ Kurama thought as he agreed verbally.

Yusuke struggled to contain the burning desire to throw the kitsune down and act out his fantasies with great difficulty. He wasn’t going to rape his friend. He wasn’t going to ruin his friend’s life. He wasn’t a mind reader, obviously. “So,” he began watching the shadows on the sidewalk, “how have things been, well, since…”

“Since we returned from the Makai?” Kurama took up the words when Yusuke’s voice trailed off.

“Yeah,” Yusuke agreed easily, still not looking at his friend.

“Quiet,” Kurama answered, staring intently at Yusuke. “And you?”

Yusuke shruged, “Quiet, too. Kuwabara seems more creeped out by me, now. He’s hardly ever around and when I do see him, he’s not challenging me to fight anymore. Keiko has gotten busy with different things. She’s not even dragging me to class anymore, so I don’t really see her.” He sighs and shrugs again, “I haven’t told my mother I died again. I don’t think she’d let me out of the house if she knew.”

‘He sounds lonely,’ Kurama thought. “Why don’t you have dinner at my place tonight?” he offered.

Yusuke gave a lopsided smile and almost looked at Kurama, “I’d like that.” ‘How the hell am I going to keep myself under control that long?’ he wondered. He turned his eyes forward, and without thinking, sighed and asked, “What now?”

Kurama looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, “What do you mean ‘what now’?”

Startled, Yusuke looked directly at the redhead, “Huh?” His eyes wide, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

Torn between amusement and curiosity, Kurama answered, “You said, ‘What now?’ I was wondering what you meant?”

“Oh, uh, nothing, really,” Yusuke stammered out.

Kurama eyed his friend. It was obvious he was lying, but the redhead let it slide for the moment. The two didn’t talk during the rest of the trip to the store or on the way back. Kurama was watching his friend and Yusuke was struggling to contain his fantasies. Now that he was alone with the redhead, they focused on just the redhead. They were also much more real than his other fantasies had been. He kept having to ball his hands into fists and dig his fingernails into the palm of his hand to clear his mind. These actions hadn’t gone unnoticed by the kitsune. Kurama looked more closely at the tantei, for the first time really noticing his clothing. Yusuke was wearing loose jeans and a shirt that hung below his hips. Kurama couldn’t remember ever seeing him in such concealing clothing. He would have asked, but the brown eyes were closed to him, so he held his questions for the time being.

“Mother,” he asked when they returned home, “is it okay if Yusuke joins us for dinner?”

Shiori smiled at the boys, “That’s fine, love. I was just going to cook and then I have a date tonight. Will you be okay without me here?”

Yusuke wanted to yell “no” but Kurama answered, “That’ll be fine, thank you, Mother.” To further complicate Yusuke’s life, Kurama continued, “We’ll be upstairs, Mother.”

The brown-eyed boy had little option but to follow, though at the moment chewing his leg off seemed more appealing. Not for the entertainment factor, but for the reason that he didn’t know how long he’d be able to control himself in private with the redhead. Gritting his teeth and digging his nails into his hands, Yusuke followed Kurama up the stairs, trying not to look at the ass that moved so temptingly in front of his eyes. ‘Does Kurama have to be so damn sexy?’ he wondered as his eyes insisted on gluing themselves to the delectable backside, the physical effort to move them more than he could muster. He couldn’t even manage the strength to close his eyes. His gaze was finally broken when Kurama opened his bedroom door and stepped aside to allow Yusuke to enter first. Shaking, trying to breathe deeply, Yusuke walked past the mildly confused redhead.

Kurama was beginning to have his suspicions, but he wasn’t going to press the tantei. He didn’t even really know how to broach the subject. He could see the flush on Yusuke’s cheeks and guessed at what the loose clothing was hiding. He knew that if he pushed, Yusuke would either have regrets or retreat forever. He didn’t want either,-, so he forced himself under control, grateful for the centuries of practice, and determined that he would let Yusuke set the pace.

Kurama didn’t have long to wait, as it turned out. “Is it weird,” Yusuke began, only to let the words trail off.

“Is what weird?” Kurama asked after waiting a moment for the boy to continue.

Yusuke moved to look out the window, hiding his expression and body from the kitsune. “Is it weird, that since we’ve gotten back, I’ve hardly been able to leave my room?”

Kurama was intrigued. That wasn’t quite what he thought Yusuke would say. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he answered.

Before Yusuke could answer, Shiori called up, “Shuichi, dinner is ready when you are. I’m leaving now.”

Kurama opened the door and called down, “Thank you, Mother. Have a good time.”

“I’ll be back around midnight. Call me if you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine, Mother, don’t worry. Have fun.”

Shiori laughed and the sound of the door closing echoed up the stairs. Kurama closed his door and turned to find himself face to face with Yusuke, the brown eyes burning, centimeters from his own. “Yusuke?” he managed to keep his voice normal.

“I haven’t been able to leave my room because I keep thinking about you and Hiei and doing things to you and you two doing things to me.” Yusuke was breathing heavily. He put his hands on the door on either side of Kurama, trapping the fox who stared at him with wide green eyes. “I can’t get my mind off of you two, of wanting you, needing you. I can barely make myself eat, Kurama. Is there something wrong with me?”

“Yusuke…” Kurama’s words were cut off when his lips were claimed, harshly. He struggled to meet the passion in those lips, his arms moving too slowly to wrap around the brown-haired boy.

Yusuke pulled back suddenly and was across the room, his eyes wide, panicked, his hand over his mouth, “Oh, gods, Kurama, I’m so sorry!” There were tears of shame in his eyes.

“Why are you sorry, Yusuke?” Kurama knew he was treading on thin ice and the slightest mistake would send them both crashing into the freezing water below. But, if he could pull it off, they could make it. Very slowly, he moved across the room, not really walking, just slowly crossing the floor space.

“I…I…I…” Yusuke didn’t seem to be able to get any further than that, his mouth stuck around the word. He collapsed to his knees, shaking.

“Yusuke,” Kurama’s voice was soft as he waited for the brown eyes to look at him. He knelt next to the trembling body and repeated, “Yusuke.” The boy continued to refuse to look at him. Barely containing a sigh, he said, “Please look at me, Yusuke.”

Finally, Yusuke’s eyes came up, “I’m so sorry, Kurama.”

“I’d like another kiss, Yusuke,” Kurama whispered in return, bringing a hand up to touch the tears that traced paths down the boy’s flushed cheeks.

Yusuke’s eyes went wide. “What?” he gasped out.

“I’d like another kiss, Yusuke,” Kurama repeated mater-of-factly.

“You’re not angry?” Yusuke’s voice was shocked, full of awe, uncertain.

“No, I’m not angry. We, Hiei and I, we can’t get you out of our heads. We’ve been wanting to approach you, but…”

“But what?” Yusuke watched the redhead intently, not quite believing his luck.

“I didn’t know…if you’d be okay with that, if you’d want us or if we would ruin our friendship.” Kurama’s eyes were embarrassed as he met Yusuke’s gaze frankly.

“I didn’t know…you two were together…” Yusuke’s voice was shocked.

“Not in the human sense. We trust each other and need the release. That is why we want each other…and you.”

“You trust me so you want to…I trust you so I want…” Yusuke’s mind was struggling to put the pieces together.

“That is how things work for demons,” Kurama replied.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Yusuke demanded

“Yes, why didn’t you tell him sooner, Fox?” another voice demanded from the windowsill.

The kick of desire Yusuke felt was so strong he found himself almost doubled over on the floor. He moaned, his hands pushing against the floor. He’d been fighting his fantasies too long already and if he had to wait much longer he was sure his body would either explode or kill him.

“Yusuke!” Kurama’s voice was full of concern, his hands reaching out for the boy.

“Don’t touch me unless you mean it!” Yusuke countered, his body trembling. His eyes focused on the ground. What felt like an eternity, but was closer to two seconds, passed before he felt two sets of arms wrap around him. In that two-second pause, Kurama and Hiei had stared at each other, both challenging each other to claim the detective and asking if they could both claim him together. They resolved their issues.

Yusuke’s body shook violently. “I need…” he panted out, only to be silenced as a very hungry redhead claimed his mouth. He could feel Hiei’s hands pulling at his clothing, ripping the shirt in his haste to remove it.

“We need it too, Yusuke,” Hiei’s voice was husky as they both pushed Yusuke backwards onto the floor. Yusuke moaned as Hiei’s lips were over his shoulders and chest, Kurama continuing to dominate his mouth. Yusuke’s hands tore at the fabric he could reach, tearing off Kurama’s shirt and pulling Hiei’s cloak from his body. Hands were everywhere, pulling off needless fabric, touching bared skin as Kurama’s lips remained on Yusuke’s, his tongue deep in the boy’s mouth, and Hiei’s mouth devoured the flesh of his chest.

Hiei had more resistance from Yusuke’s jeans, but they met the same fate as his shirt, torn from the boy’s body in an excess of haste. Yusuke’s hips arched away from the ground, his erection jutting from his body, nearly purple in neglect and weeping excessively, leaving a puddle on his abdomen just below his navel. Greedily, Hiei swallowed the turgid flesh, sucking it down to the root in a single motion. Yusuke broke away from Kurama to scream and the redhead pushed away, rolling Yusuke over onto his knees, Hiei still attached to his shaft. The redhead’s pants quickly dropped to his knees and he pressed his own aching erection into Yusuke’s body, his hand going behind him to find Hiei’s shaft. Yusuke keened in agony and pleasure, his mind whirling. Hiei groaned as Kurama’s fingers wrapped around him. The three moved together jerkily, quickly, passion dictating their motions, pulling them swiftly over. They came hard, Yusuke flooding Hiei’s mouth though the koorime struggled desperately to swallow everything, Kurama keening, his knuckles going white around Hiei’s shaft as his body emptied everything into Yusuke’s ass, feeling the koorime’s come land on his own ass. Kurama pulled Yusuke to the side, rolling him off of Hiei as their bodies went limp, panting, trying to recover sanity from the inferno that had just consumed them.

Blood pounded in Yusuke’s head. He wasn’t sure where he was. He felt sated, calm, relaxed, sore. The first three he could understand. His fantasies had been pretty vivid and would calm him for a while. But the last, that didn’t make sense. Hadn’t it just been a fantasy that Kurama and Hiei had wanted him too? It had to be. There was no way it could be real. That couldn’t be Kurama’s arm over his waist. It couldn’t be Hiei nuzzling into his chest. It couldn’t be!

He opened his eyes. He wasn’t in his room. He knew this room. Motion caused him to look down. Black hair obscured his vision, sliding up his body. There were lips touching him, touching his chest, tracing a path up his body. Was he dreaming? There was no way this could be real. It just couldn’t be. He was still in a daze when Hiei’s lips touched his, tasting of his own release. He didn’t respond to the kiss and Hiei pulled back. “Yusuke?”

“What just happened?” Yusuke’s voice came from somewhere beyond his body. His mind refused to cooperate with him, refused to accept.

Hiei’s eyes sought out Kurama’s. He was in no way prepared or equipped to handle that question. “It seems,” the redhead answered, “that you are more demon than we realized, Yusuke.”

Yusuke turned awkwardly to look over his shoulder. “What is that supposed to mean?” He was beginning to feel violated and as if he’d violated his friends. His mind and gut were beginning to swirl in guilt.

Kurama moved back slightly, pushing Yusuke’s shoulder down so he could lie down and look at him more comfortably. “Trust is very difficult to come by in the Makai. Usually, the only other demons one trusts are life partners. Trust even fuels desire. The more one trusts, the stronger the desire for the other.” His hands soothed Yusuke’s chest, feeling the tension around the boy’s abdomen. “You trust us, Yusuke, and we trust you.”

Yusuke’s eyes closed in self-rebuke. “Even now?” he asked, his voice bitter.

“More now,” Hiei answered, causing Yusuke’s eyes to open and the boy to look at him, his expression torn between disgust and reproach.

“More now,” Kurama repeated, adding when Yusuke looked at him, “because now we fully understand what you are.”

Yusuke wanted to believe them, wanted to accept their words. “You don’t hate me?” his voice was small.

“No,” they replied together, Kurama continuing, “we don’t hate you, Yusuke. We trust you. That hasn’t changed.”

“I want to believe you,” Yusuke’s voice continued small.

“Then do,” Hiei answered.

Yusuke met the red eyes, his brown orbs wide with surprise. “It’s okay, then?” he asked, wanting to believe, trying to believe.

“More than,” Kurama answered. Hiei nodded in agreement.

“Really?”

Kurama looked quickly at Hiei, the red eyes understanding that they would have to show Yusuke. “Yes, really,” he answered as he brought his lips to Yusuke’s cheek. “Very, very really,” he murmured, his lips going to Yusuke’s.

“Absolutely really,” Hiei reassured, his lips teasing Yusuke’s neck, working their way up to his ear. “Beyond okay.”

“You have no idea how far beyond,” Kurama added, his mouth traveling down Yusuke’s jaw, his eyes watching as Hiei moved to claim the now free mouth.

“We’re willing to show you, though,” Hiei offered after a kiss that was more than chaste and less than passionate. “Are you willing?”

Both Kurama and Hiei hovered over Yusuke, waiting for him to answer. Brown eyes traveled between red and green, both holding need, lust, hunger, and trust. There was no anger, no betrayal, no hurt, nothing in those eyes that fed into his guilt. Without fuel, with nothing to support it, the guilt quickly faded, helped along by the light touch of fingers on his chest. The tension in his stomach relaxed, his mind clearing, “I…I believe you,” he whispered. “Show me.”

Slowly, Hiei moved to reclaim Yusuke’s mouth, tasting his lips fully before his tongue slid out of his mouth. Yusuke opened to him willingly, but didn’t know what else to do. Hiei, however, was more than willing to show him. The koorime’s tongue traced the inner surface of his lips, eliciting sensations he didn’t know he was capable of feeling. Electric tingles traveled over his skin from that teasing appendage to his groin, renewing his erection. He groaned into that kiss as he felt Kurama’s lips touch his neck, lightly, teasingly, that sensation traveling to his cock as well. He brought his hands up, trying to reciprocate some of the attention he was receiving. Kurama and Hiei pushed his hands up, however, Hiei trapping both of them over his head while he continued to trace every line of the boy’s mouth.

“Let us show you, Yusuke,” Kurama’s voice was dark, adding to the fires burning in his body. Yusuke moaned into Hiei’s mouth, the sound repeated as Kurama’s lips began to trail down his body, his teeth nipping at the exposed skin.

Hiei’s lips left his, joining the redhead in exploring the brown-haired boy’s neck and shoulders. He could feel Yusuke trembling beneath his lips and Kurama’s fingers brush through his hair. He sighed and moaned against Yusuke’s skin, feeling his body’s desire reawaken. He let his fingers trail down the quivering boy, ghosting paths to tease the dark curls that marked the beginning of that most intimate area. Above his fingers, he could feel the pounding heat of Yusuke’s renewed erection. He smiled, drawing his fingers back up the boy’s body.

“Please…” Yusuke groaned.

Hiei moaned his question against the boy’s neck, his lips currently sucking on the pounding pulse, enjoying the feel of the sound vibrating so close to his lips.

“I want to…I want to…” Yusuke didn’t seem to be able to get any further. He cried out, almost sobbing. Hiei looked down to find Kurama’s mouth locked onto one of the boy’s nipples.

Hiei’s lips reluctantly left Yusuke’s neck, “What do you want, Yusuke?”

With the reduction in the stimulation to his body, Yusuke managed to whisper out, “I want to touch you, too.”

Hiei felt his hips move, rolling into the begging boy of their own accord. He could feel Kurama moan. “Why?” he asked, the question almost a gasp.

“I’ve thought about it,” the boy was remarkably coherent, probably helped by the fact that Kurama had left his chest and had his face by Hiei’s, watching the boy. Yusuke’s eyes were drowning in lust as he continued, “I’ve fantasized about us, the three of us, touching each other, stroking, kissing, everything you’ve been doing to me, but I was touching you too. I want to touch you,” he was almost whimpering in need. “I wanna see you kiss, too.”

“Pervert,” Kurama murmured, his lips smiling, his eyes glistening with desire and mirth.

Yusuke met his gaze, laughing, “Hell, yeah.” His eyes sobered slightly, “So…can I?”

Kurama grinned lecherously at Yusuke while his fingers found their way into Hiei’s hair again, turning the koorime’s face to his, bringing their lips together passionately. They both moaned into their kiss, enjoying each other and putting on a show for Yusuke. The boy groaned wantonly, slowly moving his arms until his hands were close enough to touch his partners’ heads. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his slid his fingers into their hair, marveling at the different textures. Kurama’s hair was smooth and slick, like silk, while Hiei’s had more to it; it was still soft, but almost like fur. His hands massaged their scalps, his fingers enjoying the sensations while his eyes and ears enjoyed the show the two put on for him.

Both Kurama and Hiei could feel the passion that they’d recently been missing returning to them, fueled by Yusuke’s hands in their hair and his moans and other sounds of appreciation. They poured that passion into each other through their joined lips, seeking to devour the other. When Yusuke’s hands tightened in their hair, they were reluctant to break away from each other until they heard Yusuke moan, “My turn.” They then, as one, turned and began pouring their passion into Yusuke, both kissing his mouth, while the boy struggled to keep up, to stay afloat, to drown in their mouths. Yusuke’s hands left their hair and trailed down their bodies, tickling a path down the center of their bodies, wrapping firmly around their erections. Both pulled back from their kiss, gasping in surprise and hunger. Yusuke pulled their shafts, twisting his hands, drawing more groans from the two.

Yusuke cried out in pleasure when he felt two hands wrap around his aching shaft. He was thrilled, one of his fantasies coming to life, the promise of all the rest to meet the same fate. Hiei’s lips found his pulse again as Kurama’s claimed his mouth. All three continued to massage the flesh in their hands, all three feeling the call of release again. Yusuke tried to pant around the wresting match in his mouth, his hands tightening around the hot solid flesh in each of them. He heard the moaned pleasure and it fueled his own. His hips moved, rocking his erection into the near convulsive double grip. Hiei and Kurama both rocked into his hands as all three moved more quickly. The match in Yusuke’s and Kurama’s mouths became more desperate and Hiei sucked viciously at the pounding pulse, drawing blood to the surface of the skin without breaking it. The coppery taste sent him over the edge, his hand clamping down as his body came over Yusuke’s wrist. The sudden burst of warmth and the added pressure around his erection pulled Yusuke over, his teeth gripping Kurama’s tongue almost as hard as his hand gripped his dick. Kurama moaned wildly and felt his body shudder its release.

The three lay on the floor, panting, for a long time. None wanted to break their contact, none of them wanted to move, they were all content, calm, and more relaxed than they could ever remember being. They would have stayed that way longer except Yusuke’s stomach protested, a sentiment echoed by Kurama’s then Hiei’s. Kurama lifted his head enough to look at his partners, “I suppose I should feed you.”

“Can you do it without moving?” Yusuke moaned out. He’d been on the verge of sleep.

“C’mon, my mom’ll be upset if we don’t eat.” Kurama pushed himself up. “Maybe we should wash up, too.” They were all covered in dried sweat and come, their hair wild, their eyes sated. Reluctantly, Hiei followed suit, leaving Yusuke with little option but to move as well. Slowly, almost in a daze, the three of them moved to the bathroom to wash off then down to the kitchen where they were surprised to find three place settings and a note that said their food was in the microwave.

“Fox?” Hiei’s voice was hesitant.

“I don’t know,” Kurama answered. What he didn’t know was that Shiori has peeked in and found Hiei in Kurama’s bed with him several times while they slept and had also heard their impassioned cries. She had recognized the hunger in Yusuke’s eyes when he’d come over, as well. While she didn’t fully approve of her son’s choice of activities, she loved him dearly, so she made herself accept them. She wanted him to be happy, that was what mattered to her, even if she didn’t understand it. Kurama touched the note with the tips of his fingers, almost feeling the love in the ink, “I don’t know, but let’s not let her efforts go to waste.” And they ate every bite, washing the dishes and putting them away before they climbed the stairs again and fell into Kurama’s bed, asleep almost before they hit the pillow.

A/N: Okay, the summary (like anyone's still reading this) was going to be "To be read tongue in cheek and becareful not to bite" but, after getting propositioned by both my beta's, I figured it couldn't be as bad as I thought. Yes, two beta's. This story had very uncooperative verbs. My wonderful beta's are Koga's Hentai Lover and BlueUtopia. And if we didn't live on opposite sides of the country...lol. Anyways...I'm off to work on more smut ;) Review and feed the muse (it's okay to proposition me, too...I find it fun :) ) lol

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