If only...

The sky was an amazing shade of blue. A blue so rich, so vibrantly full of life and hope it was difficult to imagine anything being wrong at all. Birds sang. Children played. On the other side of the window, everything was perfect. On his side of the window, however, the bright streaming sunlight did nothing to lift the gloom. Invisible darkness filled the space, making the air thick, almost impossible to breathe. It wasn’t supposed to have gone this way. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. If only…!

He stopped himself before rage took over again and gave him more of a mess to deal with. He didn’t need that, not just now. Now, he had to clean his room, dispose of the evidence and come up with a semi-believable cover story. If only he…!

He stopped again, forcing himself to breathe slowly. One thing at a time, one problem. Prioritize. Cover story. Not much of a problem, short term. The other just left. Everyone knew he didn’t like it here. The reason he’d come in the first place was taken care of. It was only a matter of time, after all. If only he had…!

A strangled scream escaped him as he stood in the middle of the room, panting and trying to keep back the rage rising in his throat, seeking to choke him when he needed to be calm. He glared around the room. If only he had said…!

It was his fault, all his fault. One simple word and he could have prevented this. One word and he wouldn’t be dead. One word and there wouldn’t be blood dripping from the ceiling, soaking he bed. How did one so small have so much blood? It was his fault! If only he had said yes!

If only that, the one remaining would not be covered in blood. They could have enjoyed each other, found unspeakable pleasure, but Hiei was too stubborn for Kurama’s gentle advances. He said no over and over again until Kurama became angry. It was his fault. But, Hiei didn’t stop there. No, he had to fight. He couldn’t just enjoy it. So, Kurama took out his jagan, took away control of the dragon. And still, Hiei fought. So, Kurama took off his arm. Hiei tried to run, tried to get away. If he’d stayed, even then, Kurama would have forgiven him, but Hiei continued to run, or try to. Kurama pinned the koorime to the bed and ripped off his remaining clothing. The kitsune then stripped himself. If only Hiei hadn’t tried to run, he might still be alive, but he tried to get away even as the redhead penetrated his body from behind.

Hiei struggled against his captor, but the redhead began tearing the skin of his back as he thrust into the smaller body. Hiei looked over his shoulder to say something, but the words died on his lips when he saw enraged gold eyes in the elfin face. He stopped fighting then, but it was too late. His blood lubricated the kitsune’s jarring thrusts into his body, the redhead’s hands removing muscles from his back. It wasn’t long before he wasn’t able to fight anymore and the fox continued to tear his body apart. Kurama thrust hard into his ruined form, forcing out his last breath as the kitsune came hard enough to black out and collapse onto the stilling form.

Kurama had to think of something to tell the rest of the tantei. Kuwabara would believe anything he said. Yusuke might believe him. Koenma wouldn’t. He let his head hang. If he were in the Makai, he’d need no excuse. Saying Hiei had said “no” would be more than enough. Hell, he’d have others to clean up, and they would probably make use of the body while it was still warm.

With a frustrated sigh, he moved to look at the mattress, ignoring the remains still on it. He pulled a couple of seeds from his hair. They would take care of the blood and body. The sheets were a lost cause, but he thought the plants could take care of the mattress well enough. He could always get a new one later, if he had to.

He sent his ki into the plants and watched while they devoured the body. He felt nothing, his rage past now. It was Hiei’s fault after all. Everything would have been different if he’d just said yes rather than giving some sorry excuse about Kurama’s body being a ningen’s body. Kurama showed the stubborn demon that didn’t matter.

But, what to tell the others? When the body was gone, he rose from his bent over position. He looked at his hands. It looked as if he had reddish brown gloves on. His eyes sought the clock on his bedside table, a little surprised that it was still clean. He had two hours before the earliest his mother would be home. He left the plants in the room to finish cleaning up while he walked to the bathroom. One of the plants followed, cleaning up his bloody barefoot prints until he reached the tiled bathroom. It then returned to finish cleaning the room after pulling the door closed for its master.

Kurama looked in the mirror. The brownish red of the koorime’s blood covered the front of his bare form, thicker on his flaccid shaft and chest than his arms and legs. He turned and his back was almost clean except where the blood that had gotten into his hair formed rivulets down his back. His hair was heavy with blood and tangled. He sighed. Getting the tangles out would be bothersome.

He entered the shower and closed the door behind himself before turning on the water full blast. He stood there a long time, letting the water hit his head until it no longer ran red from him. He sighed and began running water in the tub, letting it fill while he scrubbed his entire body twice. It was difficult to clean under his nails, he groused as the first coat of soap ran pink from his body. The second ran white down the drain. He turned off the shower and bound up his hair in a towel. As he settled into the nearly full tub, he checked on his plants. They were almost finished cleaning his room. He had one traced the glowing numbers on the clock. He had forty-five minutes left before his mother would be home.

Idly, he checked on the plants he’d given Yusuke and Kuwabara. Both boys were home, Kuwabara studying, Yusuke playing video games. Good enough for now. He leaned back against the tub when he felt a change from Yusuke’s plant. The bubble headed oars girl was there. He regretted choosing plants with only visual receptors. He sat up, focusing. He caught his name and Hiei’s on her lips. Yusuke was facing away from him so he couldn’t read his lips, but there was shock in his posture. The girl left out the window and Yusuke left through the door. His time was now twenty minutes.

With another sigh, he left the tub, hoping it still be warm when he got back in. He squeezed the towel around his hair before pulling it off and using the dryer.

Kurama surveyed his room. Aside from the bed needing sheets, it didn’t look like anything had happened. He pulled sheet out of his closet and made the bed before dressing in jeans and a button-up shirt.

Just as he was finishing running a brush through his hair, Yusuke rang the doorbell. He wondered what Botan had said and dismissed the question. No matter what Yusuke had been told, he would be direct in finding an answer. Silently, the redhead padded down the stairs and opened the door just as Yusuke rang the bell a second time. In his palm, he had a seed that would make Yusuke accept whatever answer he was given and, if planted in the brunet’s body, would make others believe the answer as well. It had already been programmed for a particular line of questioning. A spate of mass gullibility wouldn’t be the best cover up, after all.

“Good afternoon, Yusuke. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” Kurama smiled at the detective. He had to work fast. He had twenty-five minutes until his mother arrived. Just as the detective was about to answer, the phone rang. “Please, come in while I get that.”

The brunet came in and removed his shoes while Kurama answered the phone. It was his mother, telling him something sudden had come up and she would be a couple of hours late. He had a hard time not smirking. That would work every so much better. Kurama found Yusuke standing uncomfortably in the middle of the living room. “I’m sorry, Yusuke. My mother was just telling me she’d be late. You were going to say?” He walked closer to the boy, touching his arm to introduce the seed’s energy into the brunet’s body. “Have a seat. It’s okay.”

Yusuke gave Kurama an odd look before sitting on the couch. Kurama sat next to him and the brunet asked, “Kurama, have you seen Hiei? Koenma said he can’t find his energy signature anywhere and he hasn’t crossed into the Makai.”

“He’s gone, Yusuke,” Kurama replied simply.

“Well, yeah, but where?” Yusuke asked, looking confused.

Kurama touched Yusuke again. “He’s gone, Yusuke.” He let his hand linger on the brunet’s arm.

“Yeah, gone. Just like him to disappear, isn’t it?” Yusuke’s eyes were slightly unfocused, but that would be remedied once the seed was properly planted.

“Yusuke, do you like me?” Kurama asked, leaning closer to the brunet.

The detective looked at the redhead confused, “Yeah, I guess. Why?”

“Do you really like me, Yusuke?”

Green eyes filled the brunet’s field of vision though he leaned back from the redhead. “Yeah, Kurama I like you, but…” Anything else he would have said was cut off as the kitsune claimed his mouth hungrily. Whines of protest made their way out of the boy’s throat to be ignored as the fox thrust his tongue into the brunet’s mouth. Yusuke tried desperately to push the redhead away only to have him sway easily with the pressure while their mouths remained joined. Desperate, Yusuke pressed on the kitsune’s throat. Kurama moaned and pressed Yusuke farther into the couch, rolling his hips into the boy’s, revealing his excitement.

Yusuke finally managed to break their kiss by turning his head sharply to the side. “Kurama, what are you doing?”

“I thought you liked me,” the redhead pouted.

“I do. I’m just not into doing things like this with my friends.”

“I want more, Yusuke. I really like you.” Silently, he warned the boy not to be stupid, like the koorime.

Yusuke saw the warning and swallowed visibly, “I…I’ve never done anything like this, Kurama.”

“Yusuke, just say yes and I’ll be ever so gentle with you.” Kurama slid his hand under the brunet’s shirt. “Please, say yes.” He nuzzled into Yusuke’s neck to hide the threat he knew his eyes carried.

“This…it stays between you and me and only this once?” Yusuke’s voice was tense.

“If that’s what you want,” Kurama said softly, his face still in the boy’s neck to hide his smirk.

“O…okay,” the brunet’ body shook with his voice.

“I’ll be gentle, Yusuke,” Kurama looked into the brunet’s scared brown eyes. “I’ll try not to hurt you. It will hurt a little because it’s your first time, but I’ll do everything I can to make it as little as possible, okay?” His eyes were softly pleading, all threats gone now the boy had agreed.

Keeping eye contact, Yusuke nodded slowly, relaxing by degrees. “Okay.”

Kurama bent to claim the boy’s lips before his smirk of triumph could be seen. Very gently, he explored the boy’s lips, encouraging him to respond. He knew part of the reason Yusuke had agreed had to do with the seed wanting a home, but he wouldn’t have agreed so easily if he hadn’t considered the idea seriously at some point.

Yusuke began returning his kisses, his arms slowly making their way around the kitsune’s slender waist. Kurama continued to pull the brunet’s shirt up, breaking their kiss long enough to pull it off.

“Is…won’t it be better if…your mom?” Yusuke stammered as his body settled onto the couch again.

Thinking quickly, Kurama bent to whisper in the brunet’s ear, “I was gonna give you a blow job first and then you can decide if you want more.” They needed to stay in contact until the seed was planted and going upstairs would make that awkward.

Yusuke moaned, “Oh…” his voice became a groan when he redhead began to nibble on his ear.

“Is that okay?” the redhead asked softly when he pulled away.

“Yeah,” Yusuke’s voice was dazed.

Kurama kissed him again hungrily. It took only a moment before Yusuke returned the pressure. Kurama’s hands wandered the brunet’s chest, caressing the strong muscles beginning to quiver in anticipation and desire. He put just enough ki into his hands to make Yusuke’s skin tingle and hide the presence of the seed. With his ki-charged fingers, he tweaked the brunet’s nipples and the boy arched away from their kiss, moaning loudly as he pressed his chest into Kurama’s touch.

Not wanting to lack for entertainment, Kurama began to map the tantei’s neck. The more pleasure the brunet experienced, the more likely he would be to return when Kurama didn’t have other plans in mind. Any place that caused a change in Yusuke’s vocalizations was thoroughly explored with lips, tongue and teeth as fingers continued to play with nipples.

When Kurama reached Yusuke’s chest, the boy was sweating, his body glistening, his skin glowing. Kurama paused a moment in hi oral explorations to savor the visual delight the boy presented.

“Gonna stare all day?” the boy asked, his voice dripping with lust.

“No, but it is a view to be admired,” the redhead replied, bending to kiss Yusuke’s lips before moving to claim one of his nipples with his mouth.

“Swee…ah!” Anything the boy would have said was lost as Kurama suckled eagerly at his nipple. Yusuke’s hand tangled in his red hair, pulling him as close as possible. Kurama took the nub between his teeth and pulled gently. Yusuke howled, his hips rising to thrust into Kurama.

The redhead grinned at what he felt. If the boy ever earned the privilege of penetrating him, it would be a most pleasurable experience. The boy had a good size, good in both length and width. The kitsune slid his unoccupied had down the boy’s body and caressed his shaft through his jeans. Yusuke cried out, swearing, groaning, begging for more.

Slowly, Kurama crossed Yusuke’s chest, hi other hand going down to work the fastenings of the boy’s jeans. He knew the boy wouldn’t last much longer so he needed to move quickly. While he teased and tormented the boy’s nipple with his mouth, his hands removed jeans and underwear from the boy’s body. Yusuke was very cooperative, lifting his legs for the fabric’s complete removal. For a moment, Kurama wondered how long Yusuke had wanted this to happen before he dismissed it as trivial.

“Please, Kurama,” Yusuke begged.

“Hmmm, Yusuke?” he purred.

“More…lower….please…mouth…me…” the boy’s breathing was ragged. “Can’t….much more.”

“Shhh, I understand,” Kurama stuck a finger in his mouth as he slid down the boy’s body. “Breathe slowly, Yusuke, and deeply.” Kurama watched as the boy struggled to comply, his chest and abdomen working against each other at first then together. Kurama bent down so his breath ghosted over Yusuke’s erection, “Good.” Yusuke whined in need and then cried out as Kurama licked up his shaft.

Kurama pressed the seed onto his saliva-dampened finger. As his mouth enveloped Yusuke’s erection, his finger pressed into the boy’ puckered entrance. Yusuke made a sound of protest that quickly turned into a scream of pleasure and completion as Kurama pressed the seed into his prostate, forcing it through the rectal wall to take root in the boy’s body. He also sent enough ki into the brunet’s prostate to make him climax twice more in quick succession. Greedily, he swallowed every drop of the boy’s seed before letting his spent shaft slip from his lips.

Yusuke lay, panting, staring blankly up at the ceiling, his jaw, his whole body lax, almost comatose. Kurama redressed the boy fully before he made a sound. “That was fucking insane,” the brunet panted, each word on its own breath.

“There’s more if you want it,” Kurama offered.

Dazed brown eyes turned to try to meet his. “I’ll seriously consider it.” His eyes began to focus, the resiliency of youth showing itself. “I gotta report to Koenma. I’ll catch you later.” Yusuke stood and awkwardly kissed Kurama before he left quickly.

The kitsune returned to his room and looked at his bed a moment before stripping and returning to his interrupted bath. If only he had said yes.

A/N: This is another "I need a drug to get through flying" thing. It surprised me, disturbed me...I didn't really want to post, but the girls from the con told me it was okay to post it. This is, in a way, to show I've learned from a couple of people who've beta'd for me and made comments on my writing. I hope to continue to improve. I'm not sure if to say I hope you enjoyed it or not...I'm not really sure what to say about this story. Reviews welcome, please keep flames to yourself.

Oh, before I forget...I don't own them, nor do I make anything other than reviews off of 'em