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Yusuke stared at the screen a long time, no longer seeing the words on it. He’d already memorized them in the short amount of time it’d taken to read them once. His mind refused to function, though. He blinked, shook his head and blinked again. “A joke. It has to be a joke.” But he knew better than that. “The wrong person? I’m not who was supposed to get this?” But his name was right in the text of the message.

“This is stupid!” he finally declared. He’d just delete the message, pretend like he’d never seen it.

The mouse hovered over the delete button, but he didn’t click on it. His eyes followed the words reluctantly.

“Yusuke, I am uncertain how to approach you on this subject, so I will be direct in the way that email permits. I find you attractive, not only your body, but also your personality. I would like to explore my physical attraction to you. Hiei admits the same desire. We await your response. ~Kurama.”

“Await my response?” he asked aloud. The mouse moved from the delete button to the reply link and, before he’d thought about it, he clicked it. His fingers hovered over the keys, two on each hand extended, ready to hunt and peck out his response. But, what would he say? Thinking wasn’t his strong point. Action was. If Kurama had said this to him in person, he’d have a better chance of formulating a response, though what response, he didn’t know. Did he want to reject his friend, friends?

He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone knocked at his door. He stood, brushing his hands down his jeans, trying to clear the clammy feeling from them as he went through the apartment his mother had left him in. He didn’t look through the hole in the door, and as soon as he’d opened it, he wished he had. Swallowing thickly, he managed, “Hey, Kurama.”

The redhead stood outside his door dressed as casually as Yusuke’d ever seen him in a white button up shirt and blue pants. Over his shoulder, he had a brown leather bag. “Hey, Yusuke,” he returned smiling. “You got my email?”

Yusuke started, his eyes wide. Hiei stepped into view, “I’d say he did.”

Too late to bluff now, Yusuke admitted, “Yeah, I was just reading it.”

“Then you know why we’re here,” Kurama’s voice was soft.

Action. This Yusuke could deal with. “I can guess.”

“Do you really want to discuss this in the doorway?” Kurama’s voice was deceptively soft, patient. Yusuke could see the frown that wanted to bend those lips downwards.

Even with everything, Yusuke knew, somehow, he could trust the two demons in away he could trust very few humans. He opened the door wider and stepped aside, “Come in.”

The two stepped in, waiting just inside the door, shuffling out of their shoes. Yusuke led them, hesitating between the living room and his bedroom. Finally, he led them to his room where the computer still displayed the message waiting for a response to be typed in. “What were you going to say?” Kurama asked softly as Hiei moved to stand by the window.

Yusuke flopped onto his bed, “Fuck, I don’t know.” Circumspectly, Kurama took the chair by the computer. “I don’t know,” Yusuke repeated, looking at the ceiling.

“It’s not something casual,” Kurama assured him.

Yusuke sat up, his eyes wide as he looked at the redhead, “What?”

Kurama’s voice was calm as he repeated, “It’s not something casual. If it were, I wouldn’t have said anything to you.”

Dread coiled in Yusuke’s stomach as he asked, “How long?”

“From the beginning,” Kurama said softly, looking at Yusuke’s feet.

The brunet failed at repressing a shudder, “You’ve…you’ve been fantasizing about me from the first time we met?” Kurama nodded and Yusuke leapt to his feet, pacing the room, “You have got to be shitting me.”

“No,” Hiei’s voice cut through the room. Yusuke turned to face him as if he’d forgotten the koorime was there. “He is not deceiving you. Nor am I.”

“You? Since when?”

“The Maze Castel,” Hiei’s voice was firm, certain.

Yusuke’s legs decided that they no longer needed to support him. He sat heavily on the floor. “That’s been, like, two years, now,” Yusuke’s voice was thready, a mere imitation of the sound he normally made.

“Yes,” Kurama agreed, making no move toward Yusuke. “And, if it were something casual, we could have taken care of it without involving you. But our efforts have been fruitless.”

Yusuke blinked, “Huh?”

“If our attraction to you was simple lust, satisfying each other would have been enough,” Kurama clarified. “There are methods to satisfy lust without the object of lust knowing.”

“Methods?” Yusuke squeaked.

“Mild hallucinogens. Nothing harmful, just enough to make us believe, for the moment, that we were with you instead of each other.”

“Fuck!”

“That is what we were doing,” Kurama’s voice was amused.

Yusuke’s head swirled under the assault of images flooding it. He’d never thought of either demon as other than a friend, a partner in his work for the Reikai. “Why now?” he asked, his voice faint.

“Something is coming, something big. It will be easier to deal with without any further distractions,” Hiei answered.

“Distractions?” Somehow, that word cut Yusuke to the quick. He glared at the koorime.

“You are not the distraction, Yusuke,” Kurama’s voice cut across anything Hiei would have said. Brown eyes regarded him cautiously, “The not knowing, the uncertainty is the distraction.”

“You were fine…” Yusuke’s mind reeled through the Ankoku Bujutsukai, how much he’d casually touched both of them, the looks they’d given him.

“That wasn’t nearly as bad as what’s coming. Then, it was only our lives on the line. Now, this feels bigger,” Kurama answered the unspoken demand.

“‘Only our lives,’ he says,” Yusuke snorted. Before either demon could say anything, “What is it you want from me?”

“A chance,” Kurama replied. Yusuke glared at him, “A chance to see if things could work between us.”

“All of us?”

“Yes.”

“You’re insane.” Kurama just smiled. “So, what? We go out on a date or something?”

Sensing his prey wouldn’t leave, Kurama moved slowly out of the chair, “Let’s consider our relationship up until now dating.” Yusuke’s eyes grew wide as he watched the redhead, “It’s time to move on, Yusuke.”

“Move on?” his voice was faint. He slid backwards along the floor as Kurama approached on hands and knees. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the redhead, though, the way his body flowed as he moved.

“Yes, Yusuke,” Hiei answered, as close as Kurama was on his other side, flowing on hands and knees. Worse, Hiei no longer wore his cloak, his strong arms visible, the muscles rippling under his skin as he crawled.

Yusuke tried to swallow, his mouth and throat suddenly and completely dry. “Don’t I get a chance to think?”

“About what?” Kurama asked softly, his knee brushing up against Yusuke’s leg.

“How I feel about this,” Yusuke managed around the pulse that raced in his throat as his back hit the wall.

“How do you feel?” Hiei’s voice rumbled through his body.

Yusuke brought his hands up, weakly trying to stop their advance. His mind refused to function. These were his friends; he couldn’t just shove them away. “I don’t know,” he managed, his voice faint.

Kurama sat on his heels and took Yusuke’s hand into his. Hiei mimicked his actions. Together the two kissed Yusuke’s palms. The brunet gasped, trembling. “Let us help you,” Kurama whispered, his lips brushing against Yusuke’s skin. When Yusuke didn’t protest, the two moved closer to his body, still kissing his hands, trailing their lips to his wrists, their tongues flicking out. Everything was done in unison, sending shocks through Yusuke’s body, leaving him unwilling, unable to protest.

“Say yes, Yusuke,” Kurama’s voice softly broke through the haze in his mind.

Yusuke turned to the redhead and frowned, “Why? Just so you can get your rocks off?” He pushed against the two.

“If it were just that, Yusuke, we could have taken care of it without your knowing about it,” Kurama sat back on his heels again.

“We told you, this is not just lust,” Hiei added.

“How do you know?” Yusuke’s voice hold the thread of “I don’t want to know the answer” in it.

Kurama glanced at Hiei and back at Yusuke, “There are plants in the Makai that allow a person to see whomever it is they wish to be with. If it is just lust, those plants would have sated our desire for you.”

Yusuke recoiled, “You mean…you mean…” He curled in on himself.

“Hiei and I have had sex with each other under the influence of those plants to make us think it was you,” Kurama replied when Yusuke stopped stammering. “If it were simply lust, that would have been the end of it. When a demon’s lust is fulfilled, it goes away. Much like human’s love of what they cannot have.”

“If it’s not lust, what is it?” Yusuke’s voice was tight with anxiety.

“Respect, desire, want,” Hiei replied.

“But not love?” came the whispered reply.

Kurama shrugged, “Who knows? Love is rather confusing, don’t you think?”

“This from someone who’s almost gotten killed for his mother?” Yusuke shot back, though his stomach trembled.

Kurama paused, thinking. “There is that,” he conceded softly. “And you have sacrificed yourself for me, as well,” he continued, looking at the wall behind Yusuke. His eyes met Yusuke’s, “But, you hardly need me to protect you.” He smiled, his demeanor changing suddenly, “Just a kiss?”

“Huh?”

“Just a kiss, from both of us. If you don’t like it, we’ll go.”

“You mean it?” Yusuke asked, tension coiling in his gut and chest.

“He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t,” Hiei growled as Kurama nodded.

“Fine,” Yusuke conceded. “A kiss. That’s it.”

“Hn,” Hiei grunted as he moved closer to Yusuke. He put a fist next to the boy’s head and claimed his lips almost possessively, his tongue coming out to taste the boy. Yusuke squeaked in protest but didn’t push him back. When they parted, Yusuke’s breathing was rapid and his cheeks were flush.

“My turn,” Kurama said, sliding closer to Yusuke, one hand going to the boy’s cheek, encouraging him to move, to meet him halfway. The first brush was light, their lips barely meeting. Slowly he deepened their kiss, each contact just a littler firmer than the one before. Kurama’s fingers slipped into Yusuke’s hair and the brunet’s hands reached for him. Gradually, Kurama’s tongue joined in the kiss, slowly tracing Yusuke’s lips. Yusuke moaned softly, leaning into Kurama’s touch, encouraging him to continue. Instead, Kurama pulled back, breaking their kiss even as Yusuke struggled to continue it. “Should we go?” Kurama asked, his voice just a breath louder than Yusuke’s panting.

Yusuke laughed harshly, breathlessly. “It’d serve you right if I said yes.” The demons froze, waiting. Yusuke’s gaze flickered between them, settling on Hiei, “You think you can posses me?”

“I think I can make you want me to posses you,” the koorime replied confidently.

Yusuke snorted and turned to Kurama, “You think you can seduce me?”

Kurama’s smile was full of promise and confidence, “I think I have already begun.” Again, Yusuke snorted. “You haven’t told us to go,” Kurama pointed out, his finger tracing Yusuke’s cheek.

“I still could,” Yusuke countered, unconsciously leaning into the touch.

“I don’t think you want to,” Kurama’s voice promised of many things, all of which Yusuke was sure he could deliver.

“Cocky fox,” Yusuke’s voice was breathy.

“Wouldn’t you like to see?” Kurama teased.

Yusuke looked over to Hiei, “Is he yours?”

Hiei almost laughed, “A kitsune belongs to no one. He and I share something more than simple lust. It may be just because we are forced to work together, but what we have is more than lust.”

Yusuke’s eyes went between the two, “Show me.”

Kurama’s smile was too knowing as he turned to Hiei, who was smirking in victory. Kurama leaned over Yusuke’s legs, tilting his head so that Hiei could kiss him easily. Hiei moved in and claimed the redhead’s mouth in a way that had Yusuke groaning with need as he watched them. Kurama’s whole body arched into the kiss, almost surrendering to Hiei, but also holding back, promising more some how. Hiei came up onto his knees, placing himself above Kurama, plundering the redhead’s mouth as he did. Yusuke could feel the heat between their bodies

Hesitantly, Yusuke reached up and brushed his fingers along Kurama’s neck. The redhead caught his hand and pulled him closer without breaking his kiss with Hiei. Yusuke moved, still tentative and let his tongue taste Kurama’s offered neck. The redhead moaned and slipped his arm around Yusuke, keeping him there, encouraging him to continue. Yusuke didn’t see the slight smirk that passed between the two demons as they momentarily broke their lip lock.

“Do you want us to go?” Kurama asked huskily as Hiei left his lips free to trail a path to his neck, the koorime’s ultimate goal Yusuke’s mouth.

“No,” Yusuke replied, still licking at Kurama’s neck, not yet kissing it.

“Do you want to continue?” Kurama’s breath caught in his throat as Yusuke’s lips finally pressed against his neck as Hiei’s lips found his ear. He loved being with two partners, being between two who would explore his body. Perhaps he was selfish, but he always returned the favor.

Yusuke’s arm went behind his back as the brunet moaned softly. “Do you want us to continue?” Hiei asked, his voice husky in Yusuke’s ear.

Yusuke turned from Kurama’s neck, his mouth a breath away from Hiei’s, “Yeah.”

Hiei closed the short distance between them, taking possession of Yusuke’s mouth more demandingly. He moved their bodies so Yusuke was lying on his back and he was over him, claiming him in a very primal way. Yusuke surrendered, one hand holding the koorime, the other reaching out for Kurama.

As Kurama approached, Hiei broke his kiss with the brunet to glare at the redhead, almost hissing at him. Kurama altered his course and began kissing Hiei’s arm, moving up to his back. The koorime relaxed again, returning to claiming Yusuke. “Share,” Kurama hissed into the koorime’s ear, too softly for Yusuke to hear, not that the boy was paying attention to anything at the moment. Hiei glared at the fox a moment before blinking his eyes slowly in acknowledgement. They had come to Yusuke together. It wasn’t easy for either of them to share what they wanted, though. The boy would be the test of their friendship. Kurama nipped at Hiei’s ear in thanks, something the koorime enjoyed before kissing his way back down the strong arms.

As the redhead took his time reaching Yusuke, Hiei relaxed, enjoying the boy’s surrender to him. Kurama had claimed to be able to share, even with both demons being competitive and possessive. Hiei was beginning to almost understand. He shivered slightly when the redhead’s tongue slipped between his fingers. He looked at Kurama and the green eyes held promise of pleasure. Unable to resist, Hiei released Yusuke’s mouth and claimed the redhead as his own.

Kurama allowed himself to be pushed down, his hand seeking out Yusuke’s and lacing between his fingers, squeezing lightly. Yusuke looked over blearily, his body still refusing to cooperate, his brain leaving his head as he watched Hiei take possession of Kurama. The redhead moaned softly and pulled Yusuke, encouraging him to move, to taste Hiei. He felt the boy move and knew his prompts had been heeded when Hiei moaned into their kiss. With a finger, Kurama urged Hiei to let him explore his neck. The koorime complied, moaning freely as Kurama’s lips knowingly found the place he most wanted to be kissed.

Green eyes found the brunet kissing up Hiei’s arm. “Here,” he whispered, tracing Hiei’s ear. “Suck here.” He could feel Hiei reacting to the idea and his light touch. He watched until Yusuke obeyed and then moved enough to mimic him on the other ear. Hiei gasped at Yusuke’s touch and groaned loudly when Kurama joined in. Kurama let his teeth play with the lobe and Hiei’s hips moved against him. At the harsh explosion of air from Hiei’s lungs, Kurama hummed a question.

Yusuke’s voice answered, full of pride and cockiness, “He likes his ass played with.”

Kurama let go of Hiei’s ear and looked over. Hiei’s head fell to his shoulder, as the koorime panted, struggling to breathe. “What?”

Yusuke leaned down, “I never said I hadn’t thought about it, Kurama.” Hiei moaned loudly. “I just wasn’t sure. We are friends, partners. We have to work together.” Again, Hiei moaned and his hips rolled into Kurama hard, begging for release.

“You keep that up, he’s going to come. What are you doing to him, anyways?” Kurama asked, his hands caressing Hiei’s back, seeking Yusuke’s hand. The boy’s arm disappeared under Hiei’s pants, to the redhead’s surprised.

Yusuke bent over him, “Just fingering his ass.” He kissed Kurama, almost as possessively as the koorime could.

Hiei whimpered in want and Yusuke pulled back, “But I don’t want to finish yet.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you wanted to?” Hiei demanded, breathless.

Yusuke shrugged, his hand still on Hiei’s body, “I decided before I knew I had.”

Kurama laughed, “Figures. Just like everything else.”

Hiei, though, was through with conversation. He crawled off Kurama and onto Yusuke, pulling at the boy’s clothing, tearing it to get it off his body while he claimed the brunet again. He held the boy down with his lips while his hands removed his own clothing, moving too quickly for Kurama to stop him, he sheathed Yusuke’s shaft in his body, arching back, crying out in anguished relief. Yusuke’s answering cry was high in his throat, panting, tense, his eyes closed as the exquisite agony coursed through his body.

“Hiei,” Kurama began, stopping as the koorime turned drunken eyes on him. “I guess it can’t be helped.” He moved a little to whisper into Yusuke’s ear, “You okay?”

“So hot…so tight…so fucking fast,” his voice was breathy and harsh at the same time.

“It feels good, and you did tease him,” Kurama’s voice rippled with laughter.

“Does it?” Yusuke turned to the redhead, gasping as Hiei rocked his hips against him.

“Very,” Kurama purred, kissing Yusuke as the brunet groaned. “Roll over,” he instructed, moving away from the two enough to give them room to maneuver.

“How…?” Yusuke began to ask, stopping to groan as Hiei leaned forward and turned them, pulling Yusuke’s body with his, giving him no choice but to follow him.

Kurama caressed Yusuke’s back, removing the remaining scraps of fabric from his body. “Would you like to know how it feels, Yusuke?” his voice rumbled as he pressed his still clothed body against Yusuke’s bare one, rocking his hips slightly to reveal his arousal.

Yusuke’s body shuddered, his ability to answer stolen momentarily as the koorime pulled his hair to claim his lips. Kurama took the opportunity to lose his shirt and then pressed his body against Yusuke’s again. The brunet pulled back enough to growl out a harsh “Yes” before Hiei claimed his mouth again.

Kurama smirked, reaching for his bag with one hand as the other worked the fastening on his pants. He kissed Yusuke’s spine below his shoulder blades as his hands opened the bag, removing the supplies he’d brought along in the hopes that Yusuke would agree. Hiei was beginning to growl in frustration, Yusuke not knowing to move in him, so Kurama made quick work of opening the vial of oil and slicking his finger, pressing into the boy as quickly as he dared. Yusuke moaned, his hips flexing slightly, drawing an approving sound out of Hiei. Kurama’s smirk turned into a pleased, lusty smile as he worked Yusuke’s body, both to prepare him and to help him pleasure Hiei. The addition of a second finger caused Yusuke to spread his legs more, his body begging to be taken. It was more than Kurama could bear, to watch such a need and not fulfill it. With his free hand, he coated his own shaft with oil as he moved closer to that begging entrance.

Yusuke whimpered in need when Kurama’s fingers left his body only to arch back, screaming in tortured pleasure as his body was split most pleasantly by the girth of the kitsune’s shaft. Hiei whimpered, feeling the brunet’s reaction in his own body, still bordering on frustrated, but knowing his fulfillment would be reached now that Kurama had possessed the boy.

Giving Yusuke a moment to recover, Kurama slowly drew out, Yusuke following him, panting. Hiei moaned, his legs moving to encourage the redhead not to take his time. He wanted pleasure and needed it soon. He trusted Kurama enough to know the kitsune would deliver, and would ensure that they would all enjoy it.

Kurama, though, wanted to enjoy himself more slowly. Yusuke’s body was tight and burning hot in a way that even the koorime’s body never was. It’d been a while since he’d taken a virgin and he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible, to ensure that Yusuke’s first time would make him want more. He caressed Hiei’s leg, his lips on Yusuke’s back, as he pressed in again, guiding Yusuke back into the willing body of the demon below them.

Slowly, in, out, stroking, kissing, moaning, writhing, the three continued to enjoy their encounter, Kurama deliberately moving in ways that would increase Yusuke’s pleasure, and Hiei’s, but not allow them release. The koorime’s limbs trembled with need; Yusuke’s body glowed, sweat beading on his back, his arms, his legs as he alternately begged for more and kissed Hiei. The only thing Kurama regretted about their arrangement was that he couldn’t really kiss either of them, but, if he had his way, and it was rare he didn’t, he’d have another opportunity, many of them.

“God, Kurama, please,” Yusuke panted, his voice tight, high with need, his plea panted out in time to the kitsnue’s thrusts. The boy was at the breaking point.

Kurama’s lips quirked. Were it just Hiei, he’d keep pressing, keep the koorime on the edge of release until he needed to be restrained to keep from pounding the kitsune into the ground, and then Kurama would continue to torment him until the koorime’s threats and screams turned into mindless begging, most of which would be incomprehensible as words in any language. And then, Kurama would push him over and the koorime would fall into the abyss with a scream of soul-tearing relief. But, this was Yusuke, his first encounter. To do that would be cruel and probably rule out any possibility of a repeat. He quickened his movements just enough to cause them both to whimper as their end came closer. He nipped at Yusuke’s back as the boy claimed Hiei’s lips, both groaning, moaning into their kiss as Kurama began to pant. He needed release, as well. This surprised him a little. His stamina was better than this, but his body begged him for satisfaction as loudly as the other two did.

As Kurama moved faster, Yusuke’s need swirled higher, taking him to places he’d never been, never imagined. Hiei’s body rippled around his shaft in ways that his hand could never imitate with a heat that burned through his entire body. Kurama filled him completely, leaving no room for anything but pleasure and desire. Had he known it would feel this good, he probably would have approached the two before, before the Ankoku Bujutsukai. Fuck, he thought as Kurama’s hand went around his body and insinuated itself between his and Hiei’s body, he would have done it the first time he met them. Thought was lost to him as Hiei’s body tensed around his and the koorime arched away from their kiss to howl in pleasure. He felt for Kurama’s hand and when he found it wrapped around Hiei’s shaft, he added his own touch, making the koorime scream again, his body tighten more. “Fuck,” he growled.

“Exactly,” Kurama panted, moving them faster. It was only a couple more thrusts before Hiei howled out his completion, his body convulsing, his shaft throbbing as it spilled itself, more landing on Yusuke’s hand than on his body. Yusuke grunted, his voice choked as his body crashed over the edge of orgasm. Kurama yelped as the intensity of his own release took him off guard, his body slamming hard into Yusuke’s.

The tension in the room snapped and the three fell, limp, unable to move more than the heaving of their oxygen starved bodies, trying to get air in when there seemed to be none. Kurama moved first, sliding out of Yusuke’s body, drawing a groan of protest from all three of them. He knew it was wiser, but he still didn’t want to leave the warmth of Yusuke’s body. He flopped to the side and then pulled Yusuke toward him. The burnet and the koorime both whimpered in protest, but he knew it was for the best. Yusuke’s body landed between him and Hiei and the koorime managed to turn enough to hold them both. Kurama smiled softly. The distant koorime was only cuddly after sex when he’d completely enjoyed himself and was thoroughly sated.

“We should do that again,” Yusuke murmured after a while of being held and holding the other two.

“Indeed,” Hiei answered softly.

“I would like that very much,” Kurama added his approval.

Yusuke sighed, asking on the breath, “Will you stay tonight?”

The request surprised Kurama, not so much for the words, but for the loneliness in them. He met Hiei’s gaze over the brunet’s shoulder, the koorime blinking slowly in agreement. “We’ll stay,” Kurama replied, wrapping his arms tighter around the other two, pulling them closer.

“Good,” Yusuke murmured softly. His breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep between the two demons. Hiei studied his face a moment, a soft frown of confusion on his features. He shrugged and his face cleared. He let his eyes close, joining Yusuke in sleep.

Kurama was left alone with his thoughts a moment longer. He’d never thought that Yusuke would be lonely, nor that he would be so receptive to their advances. As Yusuke sighed in his sleep and rolled lightly into his body, Kurama decided it didn’t matter. Yusuke was theirs, willingly theirs. They could work out the details later. He let himself join the other two in sleep, using one of his plants to drag the blanket over them just before he began to wander the land of dreams.