Mating Season

Mating Season By: boysluvcraft

Yusuke leaned is head against the boarded up window and released a sigh that was one part exhaustion, two parts frustration. He glared out through a narrow crack in the boards. In the distance he could see the buzzing cloud that had chased them into this hole. They were the Makai Locusta, demon world locusts, a giant horde of ravenous insects. They were a great problem on the demon plane; they would sweep across the land devouring crops, leveling ancient forests, and woe to any unfortunate demon that may get caught in their path. Even the flapping of their myriad wings created winds that blew with the force of a hurricane.

Yusuke and his friends came into this area four days ago to take out a growing band of bandits that had been raiding along one of King Enki’s official trade routes. The thief’s had become such a problem that unless dealt with the route would need to be closed, leaving the local merchants no safe way to convey their goods. Needless to say that would have had a negative effect on the area’s economy, and when the economy is down in demon world things literally go to hell. Yusuke volunteered to break up the troublesome gang. Hiei and Kurama volunteered to accompany him. Soon Toya, Suzuki, and Shishiwakamaru joined the cause as well.

Kurama’s intelligence ring had turned up a few leads on the location of the enemy’s stronghold. On their second day in the area, they discovered the right location and planned a bust operation. But when they got in, nobody was home. The place looked it had been abandoned in something of a rush. Personal effects were left behind, all of the stolen loot was still there, there were even bowls of food left on the table as if the occupants had just gotten up and left in the middle of diner. Suzuki had made a comment about the thieves seeing them coming and ran away in fear. They soon found out that was not the case. Hiei and Shishi went out to scout the surrounding area. Not to far from the bandits’ hideout, they found what was most defiantly the remains of the demons they’d come looking for. The carcasses were not torn apart as if in battle, they were whole, but striped to the bone. The land surrounding them was likewise striped down to the bare earth.

Kurama took one look at the scene and knew that this was the handy work of the Makai Locusta. For them to be so abundant and vicious, it must be their mating season. He told them they need to leave the area immediately. But it was too late for that. On the third day they discovered that the killer swarm had them surrounded and it was closing in fast. Hiei tried to burn the swarm, Toya tried to freeze them but to no avail. The clever bugs just moved out of the way. They had no choice but to flee or be eaten by the hungry horde. Their group took refuge in a little farmhouse that, like bandits’ hideout, had been hastily evacuated. They boarded up the windows, in hopes that the swarm would pass them by; if all else failed there was a root cellar they could hide in. All the demon group could do was wait them out.

“If you could glare them to death, Hiei could have killed them himself,” Kurama spoke as he approached Yusuke, placing a friendly hand on the sullen boy’s shoulder.

“I know, I just hate being cooped up in here. I wish I could just…” Yusuke aimed his finger at the distant swarm, miming his Spirit Gun.

“You know that it’s no use, they’ll just move out of the way like they did with Hiei’s flames and Toya’s cold gusts. Then the cloud will close again and all you’d accomplish is to drain your energy, Kurama told him.

Yusuke frowned, “Yeah I know, but there’s nothing to do but sit around and listen to those two argue.”

By ‘those two’ he was referring to Suzuki and Shishi. They bickered over everything and any thing. It was like going on vacation with an old married couple. That morning they had argued over what they should use to draw the water out of the well a wooden bucket or a metal pail. The argument was resolved when Hiei pointed out to the two idiots that there was a water pump inside the house.

“I found a board game in a closet upstairs,” Toya supplied.

Yusuke screwed up his face. Board games were not exactly his idea of fun. But baggers can’t be choosers, he told Toya to go ahead and bring it down. Kurama called the rest of the group into the living room. Hiei was hustled onto the couch where Suzuki sat on to his right. Shishi went to slip away, muttering something about childish activities, when Hiei grabbed him by the waste band.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said. “If I can’t get out of this, neither can you.”

“Fine,” Shishi huffed as he plopped down on the couch next to Hiei.

Yusuke and Kurama took their seats on the smaller loveseat across from the cranky trio. Toya made him self comfortable on the floor beside the coffee table. He opened the box and starts to set out the pieces. Yusuke snatched up the instruction booklet.

“‘Mating Season; the game of wooing and whoopee’,” Yusuke read out loud. “Dang it, Toya, this is a game for middle-aged couples who are trying to spice things up in the bedroom.”

“Well this could prove interesting yet,” Kurama grinned.

“We’re still going play it?” Yusuke exclaimed.

“Why, not,” Kurama prodded, “It’ll be fun.”

Yusuke countered, “I’m sure Hiei doesn’t want to play this kind of game.” They both looked pointedly at the smarter demon.

Said demon shrugged, “Eh, why the hell not? I’m bored.”

“Well there we go,” Kurama preened, “we play. Read the directions Yusuke.”

“Fine, but what happens in the farmhouse stays in the farmhouse, got it?” He looked at the booklet, “First we need to partner up.”

To avoid any awkwardness every other person partnered with the person to their right. Toya was with Shishi, Hiei with Suzuki, and Kurama with Yusuke. Kurama went first, rolling the dice. He moved his piece five spaces and landed on a blue square with heart on it. This space means he should draw a card from the blue deck or the ‘nice’ deck. These cards instruct the player to do something nice for your partner. The player must do the things that the cards say.

Kurama read the card aloud, “Offer your mate a drink. Yusuke darling, would you like a glass of water?”

“Um, sure,” Yusuke responded, feeling a little weird having Kurama call him darling.

Kurama hopped up to fetch some water for his friend. Suzuki rolled the dice and landed on the black square with a question mark on it. These cards have questions on them that the player’s partner must answer.

Suzuki read, “Do you remember the first time we met? What was you first impression of me?”

“How could I forget?” Hiei deadpanned. “When I first met you I thought you were such an idiot, to the point that even listening to you speak was painful.”

Suzuki sulked a little, and Hiei added, “It was pretty funny the way you got Kuwabara twice with the same stupid trick.”

Suzuki brightened again. It was now Shishi’s turn. He landed on a blue square. His card said to hold his mate’s hand until his next turn. Toya moved closer and the two sat there blushing and holding hands while Yusuke took his turn. He also landed on blue.

“Compliment your mate on their appearance,” he read. He looked Kurama up and down, trying to figure out what to say. “Uh, you’ve got really great hair, and good fashion sense, and your eyes are nice.”

“My eyes are nice?” Kurama cocked his head at the awkwardly delivered compliment.

“Well yeah, they’re a pretty color and… they sparkle.”

Kurama smiled coquettishly, “Thank you Yusuke.”

It was Hiei’s turn now; he got a black question space. He read the card, “What is one of my best attitudes?”

“Well,” Suzuki mused, “You’ve got a pretty cute butt.”

Every jaw in the room dropped. Suzuki laughed, “Oh, come on I was just teasing. You all are going to have to lighten up or this game won’t be fun at all.” Everyone calmed down, then he added, “But seriously Hiei you ought to look into getting some tighter pants. Hmm, sexy!”

Hiei cuffed the giggling clown on the ear. Toya rolled the dice and landed on a green square with writing on it. It read, “Until you roll a six or an eight, you shall not have a date. Give away your mate to the last person whom rolled.

“Oh I guess you’re Hiei’s now,” Toya said, “This means we can stop holding hands, right?”

Yusuke tumbled through the rule book, “If you land on the give away your mate square, all previous orders are null and voided. You still advance on the board, but you may not draw any cards. The person who received your mate must now carry out any orders on both his original and his new mate. Ha! Looks like you’re pulling double duty for now on Hiei. You still bored?”

Hiei grunted and crossed his arms.

Kurama took his turn, he landed on a black question space, “Yusuke, we are going on a weekend vacation, just the two of us. Where would you take me? And what would you do to me?”

“I don’t know, maybe the beach,” Yusuke thought about it, “no, at the beach there always a bunch of obnoxious kids, families-- and of course girls. The ladies would mob all over you-- I know you don’t like that. And we wouldn’t get to spend any time together.”

“Where would you take me then?”

Yusuke closed his eyes as if imaging it, “I’d take you to a hot spring. We could check into an inn, a small one owned by a really old couple. The bath won’t be the biggest or the most extravagant, but there’s plenty of peace and quiet. It makes you feel relaxed. We could just soak and talk, or just soak. Then when we get out we can order diner. Man, the food is always great at those places. After that I guess we could go to bed, or stay up late fooling around, watching movies, depends what we’re in the mood for. What do think of that Kurama?”

Kurama’s eyes had a sparkle in them that Yusuke couldn’t quite read, but they were sparkling and he was smiling, “That sounds wonderful,” he told Yusuke.

It was time for Suzuki to take his turn. He rolled and landed on a pink square. There were no pink squares at the beginning of the game, they come in midway and become more abundant as the game moves forward. He swallowed hard and drew a card from the pink deck, aka the naughty deck.

Suzuki read the card, “Place your hands on your mate’s rump until the sand in the hour glass runs out. Hour glass?”

“I was wondering what that was for,” Toya pulled the timer out of the box. “It looks like it is only one minute worth of sand.”

“One minute is long time when you have your hand on someone’s ass!” Suzuki said.

“I thought you liked Hiei’s ass,” Shishi taunted.

“Okay enough of that,” Kurama put in, “Toya start the timer, Suzuki hands on ass.”

Suzuki timidly rested his hands on Hiei’s backside.

“You can do better than that,” Yusuke cheered. “Come on cup those cheeks!”

“Oh what the hell,” Suzuki scooped Hiei up onto his lap and gave his rear a good hard squeeze. “Damn you do have a nice ass!”

Hiei gasped and fisted his hands in Suzuki’s shirt. Suzuki’s strong hands roved over his hips, thighs and buttocks; squeezing and massaging his tensed muscles. It felt good, but it was also embarrassing that he should have an audience for his ravishment.

All too soon Toya’s voice rang out, “times up.”

Reluctantly Suzuki released the smaller demon and Hiei resumed his place on the couch. As he moved back he was careful not to call attention to the erection he’d started to develop. The next roll was Shishi’s; he too landed on a pink square. The card instructed him to kiss his mate on the lips until the hourglass ran out. Hiei was so excited from the last turn that he accepted the samurai’s lips all too readily. Shishi responded well to Hiei’s enthusiasm-- and to having watched Suzuki feeling the smaller demon up. He pressed his tongue into Hiei’s mouth and swept it over his gums and the roof of his mouth. Hiei moaned, falling back onto Suzuki’s lap. Shishi fell with him, never breaking their sizzling hot kiss. Suzuki looked down at the action happening on his lap and groaned that he was not a part of it.

“Times up,” Toya called out. His voice was not as steady as it once was.

“It’s your turn Yusuke,” Hiei husked as Shishi wrenched himself off of him.

Yusuke shifted uncomfortably seeing the direction this game had turned. None the less he rolled the dice. He breathed a sigh of relief when hopped over a pink naughty square to land on a black question square. His relief was sort lived when he read the card; he put the card down and reached to draw another.

“I don’t think this one applies to us,” he explained.

“Oh no you don’t Yusuke,” Suzuki protested, “We all accepted the cards we drew, and you got to accept yours. Read the card.”

With a growled “fine” he picked the card up and read it aloud, “Kurama, when did you know you had fallen in love with me?”

To Yusuke’s surprise Kurama didn’t laugh, he leaned back in his seat contemplating the question. At long last he spoke, “It was at the dark tournament, after my fight with Toya and the beating I’d gotten from Bakuken, I was torn up badly. The last thing I could remember before passing out was pain, anxiety, uncertainty for the future, etc. When I opened my eyes, you were there, wearing a gentle smile just for me. And all those negative feelings just melted away. I knew then that our friendship was something special-- That I’d never want to let you go. Ever since then no matter how deep and dark my sorrows may have grown, they could hold up against the power of your smile.”

“Kurama…” Yusuke didn’t know what to say. He flung his arms out wide, “Come on, bring it in man.”

Kurama leaned into Yusuke’s open arms. The two men embraced each other for a few moments, letting the guy love they felt for each other follow through the physical contact. Yusuke inhaled, inadvertently catching Kurama’s musky sweet scent with just a touch of flowers. Yusuke decided Kurama smelled good and inhaled deeper. He was shocked out of his stupor and back to reality, when Toya told Hiei to go ahead and take his turn. Yusuke hastily released Kurama and scooted as far as he could to his side of the loveseat.

Yusuke’s turn had lasted long enough for Hiei to have calmed down and composed himself. He rolled the dice wishing to all the stars in the sky to land on anything but those devilish pink squares. The stars were either not listening or they had a twisted sense of humor, because he land on a pink square. But it was okay, he didn’t have to go overboard like Suzuki did. He drew his card, it read: “Give your mate a lap dance until the hour glass runs out.”

“Damn it,” Hiei tossed down the card, “I don’t even know how to give a lap dance!”

“Just sit in his lap and wiggle around some,” Yusuke supplied

Toya started the hourglass. Voicing a grunt of displeasure, Hiei situated himself on Suzuki’s lap. He started to sway gently back and forth. After a few passes he added in a quick swivel. Suzuki gasped; his hands flew to Hiei’s twisting hips. Hiei could feel Suzuki’s arousal pressing into his backside. The odd sensation sent a tingle up his spine, setting loose those passions he thought he had reined in. He pushed back against the hard member, causing Suzuki to moan and grip his hips tighter. The pain of his fingers digging into his flesh aroused Hiei to no end. He rubbed himself against Suzuki with a maddening slow pace. It wasn’t very stannous labor, yet Hiei began to pant and sweat broke out on his forehead. Suzuki was not in much better shape; he was fully erect and making a wet spot on his pants. He didn’t care. Hiei could make him come right there in front of everyone and he wouldn’t care.

“Damn Hiei, you have a marvelous ass!” He panted.

“Times up,” Toya reported.

“No,” Suzuki whimpered as Hiei pulled himself off his lap.

“Your turn Shishi,” Hiei muttered as he straddled the blue haired man’s lap.

“Ooo…” Shishi moaned as Hiei’s hips made contact with his.

Suzuki looked on in envy as Hiei continued his performance with Shishi. The latter was griping the former’s ass pulling him closer. Hiei’s hips heaved and bumped against Shishi‘s. Hiei was no longer so much giving a lap dance as much as flat out dry humping Shishi.

“Hey Yusuke, are there any rules in that book against doing stuff that’s not on the cards.” Suzuki asked.

Yusuke quickly flipped through the book, shook his head, “Nope.”

“Great!” Suzuki cheered as he dove across the couch.

The seething pair pulsed momentarily to examine the intruder. They glanced back to each other and through some kind of silent communication, reached a consensus. Shishi seized Suzuki by his collar and took his lips. Meanwhile Hiei resumed bobbing up and down on Shishi’s lap. Just as the trio were working themselves into a frenzied state, the sands in the hourglass ran out. Toya called time. Hiei placed his palm on Suzuki’s chest and pushed him back to his side of the couch. He whimpered as contact with Shishi’s lips was broken. Hiei crawled off Shishi’s lap. Hiei reclaimed his place on the couch between them. Both males sulked. Hiei smirked.

It was Toya’s turn. He rolled the dice, “Oh a four, that’s too bad. Look’s like I’m mateless for another turn.” His sorrow lacked sincerity.

Once again Yusuke was nervous, it was time for Kurama to roll, and he was approaching the realm of pink naughty squares. And to tell the truth, Yusuke was a little more than slightly affected by the show put on by the three on the other side of the coffee table. Kurama landed on a black question square.

Kurama read the card and giggled, “Yusuke, what sort of naughty things do you like to have done to you in bed?”

“In-in bed?” Yusuke stuttered, “Gee, I don’t know.”

Kurama soothingly encouraged him, “Don’t be shy Yusuke.”

“Yes, I think we’ve gone past the point of shyness,” Hiei agreed as his hand strayed into Suzuki’s lap, the other one was already at work rubbing the bulge in Shishi’s pants.

“Well I guess I like that,” Yusuke indicated the Hiei’s activities. “And blow jobs are good too.”

“A rub down and a blow job, the Marquis de Sade has got nothing on you, Yusuke,” Shishi mocked Yusuke, though his words lacked their intended sting. He couldn’t muster that much meanness while Hiei continued to stroke his cock.

“Is there nothing else that excites you?” Kurama pressed.

“Well… whenever I’m alone, I kinda like to rub my nipples. It’d be nice to have someone else do that to me, or maybe even…suck on them and bite them some. But Girls act like they don’t even know I have nipples! I feel a too weird to ask for it,” Yusuke finished. His face was hot and bright red.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Kurama smiled.

“Maybe a little hard….” Yusuke muttered as he shifted in his seat. His pants were feeling tighter than they used to.

“I believe it’s your turn Suzuki,” said Kurama.

Said demon groaned. Taking his turn would require interrupting Hiei’s ministrations. But those pink squares do hold a lot of promise, so he rolled. He landed on a blue one. It read; “Write a poem for your mate.”

Suzuki took Hiei’s hand in his, closed his eyes and began;
“My little black dove,
War against me, my heart.
Had me defeated from very the start.
My love,
Is cruel as be, my tease.
Left me begging on my knees
My sweet,
Flavor in the night, my lust.
Without you my heart would bust.”

“What a load,” Hiei snorted.

Suzuki snarled, “That poem was gold, you ass!”

“Hn, what the hell is with all this ‘my love, my sweet’ bull crap?” Hiei pointed, “What I give you a good rub and suddenly you’re in love? I don‘t think so.”

“Forgive me for trying to be artful,” Suzuki pouted. “Very well I’ll write you another one;

“I once knew this guy
From parts unknown, Makai
He was violent, rude, and crass
But still he had a really nice ass.
That I’d like to bone till he screams ‘Oh my!’”

“Hmm, that’s better,” Hiei smirked as his palm skittered over the blonde’s thigh, “There’s a fine line between being artful and flat out lying. Boys who lie don’t get any treats.”

“Well that last one came straight from my heart,” Suzuki told him. “Do I get a treat?”

“Uh-huh,” Hiei cooed, moving closer to Suzuki.

Suzuki moaned loudly as Hiei palmed his swollen cock. His mouth was wide open, Hiei seized the opportunity. He covered the blonde’s mouth with his own, poking his tongue inside to play. Suzuki’s tongue played back, twining and caressing the intruding muscled. He tilted his head to give Hiei better access as Hiei climbed over one leg and pressed his knee insidiously into Suzuki‘s groin. Suzuki bucked and moaned into Hiei’s mouth.

Yusuke leaned over to whisper into Kurama’s ear, “Are you sure it’s not mating session for other demon other than the locusts?”

Kurama shrugged whispering back, “I’d chalk it up to the isolation and provocative nature of the game. Besides, why not take the opportunity to indulge? What happens in the farmhouse stays in the farmhouse, remember?”

A saucy smile spread over the fox’s lips as he looked Yusuke dead in the eyes. Yusuke was suddenly aware of how close Kurama’s face was, how close his lips were. He could taste the chocolate on Kurama’s breath. Yusuke would only need to lean so slightly forward to close the gap and savor those flavors more fully. That last thought caused his cock to throb painfully in his jeans.

Shishi looked at the pair on the love seat, staring heatedly at each other; then back at the necking couple beside him. He rolled his eyes while retrieving the dice. “I’m taking my turn now,” he told them.

To his delight he landed on a pink naughty square, only to become impossibly more delighted as he read his card. He tapped Hiei on the shoulder. Hiei removed his mouth from Suzuki long enough to read the card himself. It said, “Dry hump with your mate until the sand in the hourglass runs out.”

“Hn, fantastic,” Hiei grinned.

He didn’t remove himself from Suzuki; instead he turned around in Suzuki’s embrace so that he was now sitting on his lap with his back was to the blond. Suzuki in turn rotated the both of them so that his back was to the arm of the couch. He left one foot on the floor and lifted the other onto the couch, leaving plenty of room for Shishi. Shishi covered Hiei’s body with his own, and was surprised when Hiei spread his legs to accommodate him.

“It’s your turn,” Hiei told him, “Therefore you do all the work.”

Shishi didn’t care to debate on if this was in fact a rule of the game, He was hard and Hiei’s legs were wrapped around him. What was there to complain about? Shishi pumped his hips, gingerly at first. Even that much was almost too much. All the teasing and touching; the starting and stopping, was driving him mad. His overly sensitized cock felt like it could go off at the merest touch. It took all his concentration to hold back as he continued to move against Hiei’s welcoming body.

Suzuki was in a similar state; ready to come, but not wanting this sweet pleasure to end. Each time Shishi thrust, Suzuki’s cock was crushed between his own body and the hot cleft of Hiei’s ass. What little part of his brain that was still functioning wondered how he’d gotten into this strange, but oh-so delicious situation. He wanted to return some of the pleasure he was feeling. He snaked one hand up Hiei’s shirt, finding a pert little nipple. He squeezed it causing the smaller demon to writhe so wonderfully in his lap. Meanwhile Shishi was stealing on of Hiei’s moves. Like the smaller demon had done with blond one, Shishi took advantage of Hiei’s moaning to plunder his open mouth.

“Um, Toya,” Yusuke tentatively spoke, barely able to turn his eyes away from the taboo, “You forgot to turn over the hourglass.”

“Do you really think they’re going stop this time?” Toya said.

“Right. Timing them would be slightly ridiculous at this point.” Yusuke scratched his nose, unsure of what he should be doing-- or even were he should be looking. “I guess I’ll go ahead and take my turn then.”

Yusuke rolled the dice. He counted the squares once, twice, three times. There was no denying it; he’d landed on a pink square. With trembling hands he drew his card.

“So what sort of naughty thing are you going to have to do to me?” Kurama said it as if it were some sort of joke.

Yusuke read, “It says: Hold your mate close, until your next turn.”

“That’s not so bad,” said Kurama.

Not so bad, Yusuke shrieked in his mind. He had to snuggle to another guy while watching three other guys practically fuck. He already knew how warm and firm Kurama’s body would feel against his, and how strongly he’d be able to smell Kurama’s heady scent. It ran through Yusuke’s mind that all those things would be better by tenfold, if they didn’t have any clothes to get in the way. Yusuke screamed again in his mind. Kurama was a friend. He was a guy. And thinking about him was giving Yusuke a boner the size of the Washington monument!

“Yusuke,” Kurama’s voice sounded way too sexy saying his name.

“Ku-Kurama?”

“We’ve got to accept the cards we were dealt.”

Yusuke swallowed the lump in his throat. He scooted closer to Kurama, lightly wrapping his arms around the redhead.

“It said, Hold your mate CLOSE,” Kurama told him as he folded his arms around Yusuke’s waist and pulled his body flush against his own.

Yusuke cried out, “Kurama wait…Ahh!”

It was too late, Yusuke’s full erection made sharp contact with Kurama’s hip. And there was no way the fox would have failed to notice the member that was painfully throbbing at his side. Yusuke tried to come up with some explanation or excuse, but only incoherent gibbers came out of his mouth. Yusuke dropped his head to hide his red face. Tears started swell in his eyes to burn as they streaked down his already hot face.

“Yusuke…” Kurama placed his hand on Yusuke’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eye. He shifted his hips to show Yusuke his own arousal. He moaned lightly as he made contact, “You can chalk it up to the isolation and the provocative nature of the game, if you wish.”

“Well, I-I guess there’s no harm in indulging,” Yusuke responded.

“Because what happens in the farmhouse stays in the farmhouse,” Kurama add.

Yusuke muttered, “Something like that,” as he moved in and captured Kurama’s lips.

“It’s your turn Hiei,” said Toya, not really expecting a response.

To his surprise, Hiei broke his kiss with Shishi to tell him, “Roll for me.”

Toya did so, moving Hiei’s piece to a blue nice square. He read the card, “Mates Choice: Do what ever your mate asks.”

“I want to fuck!” Shishi and Suzuki exclaimed at once.

“Hn, I’ve got horny in stereo,” Hiei chuckled. “Come on, upstairs.”

Hiei got out from under Shishi and offered a hand to each of his mates, and then he led them to the stairs. Upstairs in what was most likely the master bedroom, Shishi and Suzuki settled on the bed while Hiei paced a circle around them examining the situation.

“Suzuki undress Shishi,” Hiei ordered.

Suzuki hesitated for a moment before reaching for the sash that served the duel purpose of keeping Shishi’s shirt closed and his pants up. Once that piece of material was removed, Shishi’s clothes simply fell away and he was left in only his bikini cut briefs. Hiei thought it a little funny, he’d always took Shishi for a loincloth type of guy, but on second thought the bikini briefs made sense too. Hiei let his eyes roam over Shishi lightly tanned flesh. Over the in graceful neck to his broad shoulders, chest, and back, which where toned to perfection by years of practice with the sword.

“Shishi, remove Suzuki’s clothing,” Hiei ordered while trying his best not to salivate on his shirt.

Shishi did as he was told, lifting Suzuki’s shirt to reveal his thick ripping muscles. His legs were likewise strong and lovely toned. Hiei would have trouble debating against Suzuki’s insistence to be called beautiful, because to tell the truth he was. Michelangelo would cry if he could see how poorly his David compared to the Beautiful Suzuki. And while we are comparing, Suzuki did have one great asset that David lacked, and it bulged delectably in the front of his boxers.

“Shishi,” Hiei said, his voice thick with lust, “wet him with your mouth-- but don’t let him come!”

Shishi ducked his head, kissing and licking his way down toward Suzuki’s lower regions. When he encountered the boxer’s waistband, he swiftly pushed the offending garment down, allowing Suzuki’s arousal to spring free. Shishi saw that he really didn’t have that much work to do to wet him; Suzuki’s member was already dripping with precum. None the less, he went to work. Shishi started at the base and licked upward, stopping just short of the head, then he went back down and repeated the process. Suzuki whimpered. He really wanted Shishi take his tip into his mouth and suck it, but that would have made him come, and that Hiei had strictly forbade.

While Shishi was torturing Suzuki with his mouth, Hiei was busy undressing himself. When he’d finished he climbed into the bed, low on his belly he crawled under Shishi. For a moment he nuzzled the man’s thigh, taking in the scent of his arousal, and then he peeled away the bikini briefs with his teeth. Hiei took great satisfaction when this caused the blue haired boy to falter. Suzuki may be beautiful, and Shishiwakamaru may be pretty, but Hiei was just dead sexy.

“That’s enough, Shishi,” Hiei told him.

Shishi stopped licking and straighten himself. Hiei climbed his fine body to claim those pouty lips. He reach be hind him to grasp Suzuki’s needy member.

Hiei growled, “Give it to me, now.”

“Oh yes!” Suzuki moaned as he griped Hiei’s slim hips and worked himself into his crack. With one great thrust he filled Hiei.

“Ohhh… Shit. Yes!” Hiei cried out loud enough for those downstairs to hear it. “Don’t stop, I said to GIVE IT TO ME!”

“Like it rough, don’t you?” Suzuki grunted as he complied, thrusting relentlessly into Hiei’s tight cavern.

Hiei dropped his head, abruptly taking Shishi into his mouth. Shishi gasped at being so suddenly devoured. The three moved perfectly together, like a Swiss made clock. Suzuki would snap his hips forward, burying himself in Hiei, while the forward momentum forced Shishi’s cock further down Hiei’s throat. Then he’d withdraw, Hiei would pull back from Shishi, thus impaling himself once again on Suzuki’s cock. It was fantastic, but it couldn’t last. The three were too worked up when they had started. It wasn’t long at all before Suzuki buried himself deep into Hiei and released with a grabbled cry. Like the next domino falling Shishi shuttered and gushed in Hiei’s mouth.

Suzuki and Shishi fell lifelessly onto the covers. Hiei kneeled between them, stoking his painfully swollen cock, “You forgetting something ladies?”

Suzuki turned his head and told Shishi, “You take the high road, I’ll take the low.”

“All right,” Shishi nodded.

Shishi dutifully pulled himself up to attach to Hiei’s mouth, while Suzuki crept in to latch onto his cock. Hiei tried to buck into that hot cavern, but he could barely move in Shishi’s embrace. Damn, they knew just how he liked it! Not surprisingly Suzuki’s hand was roaming on his rump. He dipped two fingers into his slick hole, seeking out that miracle pleasure button. He found it, causing Hiei to release voluminously into his mouth.

Downstairs, Toya sat on his pillow on the floor watching the couple on the loveseat. Yusuke was finally getting to experience the joys of having his nipples sucked. Toya noted the noises from upstairs had died away; he didn’t need much of an imagination to guess why, though he was impressed at how long they were able to carry on considering how excited they were when they’d started. All the players had long since forgotten the game. Toya was about o pick up the pieces when he remembered it was his turn. He rolled the dice just for kicks. Seven. One, two, three…seven; he landed on the big red heart that said: Finish!”

“I won, huh,” He looked at the board blankly, and then back at the couple.

Yusuke had his hand down Kurama’s pants and the redhead was writhing in pleasure. At that point Toya kinda wished he was a loser. He shook his head and got up to go search the kitchen for some tea leaves. It was after he was away from the moaning and groaning couple that he became aware of a different sound, a low rumbling roar. He peered out from crack in a boarded up window. What he saw was bugs, a great tidal wave of locusts bearing down on there meager shelter.

He swallowed the lump of fear that clogged his throat and shouted, “Yusuke, Kurama, we need to get downstairs NOW!”

“Wha?” Yusuke hazily questioned.

“He said get in the god damn cellar, the locusts are coming,” Hiei cursed as he came down the stairs, still buckling his pants. Shishi and Suzuki followed closed behind him, likewise adjusting their attire as they went.

After Hiei came, they three enjoyed only a slight reprieve before their hormones demanded more. Hiei had been about to mount Shishi when he heard the insect horde approaching. Nothing kills the mood like the threat of being eaten alive by a swarm of demon insects.

The floorboards were shaking as the group opened the trap door and hurried down the steps into the cellar. Toya was the last one down. He bolted the thick iron and oak door shut and prayed it would hold. If it failed he could always lower the temperature in the cellar to near freezing, which should detour the locusts.

The door rattled on its hinges. The raging humming of insect wings was mixed with the sounds the house being ripped apart. The cracking and rending of wood sounded like screams and thunder claps. And above all else was the ever present sound of millions of ravenous little mouths crewing. The roar outside reached a deafening pitch. The very earthen walls around them seemed to vibrate with it.

Even after the noise subsided, they still dared not open the door, for fear that they were but in the eye of the storm. No worries, they had everything they needed in the cellar, food, water, and the warm embrace of a caring lover. Eventually they would have to open the door. When they did, they emerged slowly and carefully. The house was completely gone. As far as the eye could there was not a tree, blade of grass, or two pieces of wood nailed together. They climbed out of the ground onto a vast field of dirt. Yusuke took a few steps and felt something crunch underfoot. On closer inspection the ground was littered by millions of insect bodies.

Kurama examined the remains, “Their mating season is over. After the Makai Locusta breeds and lays their eggs in the soil, they die. We should be able to return to civilization with out the threat of being eaten alive.”

“That’s good,” Yusuke said with less enthusiasm than he thought should have.

As they walked through the decimated landscape, Yusuke turned to Kurama and said, “It’s kinda weird, ya know….”

“What is,” Kurama inquired.

“You know, what when on in that house,” Yusuke gestured back the way they’d come. It was like some bizarre dream and now it’s over and the house ain’t even there anymore as proof that it happened.”

Kurama thought about it for a minute. “I think I know where I could get a copy of that game.”

“Get it!” Yusuke, Hiei, Shishi, and Suzuki said as one.

That was the beginning of a new tradition among the demon comrades. Henceforth every two weeks they would get together for their naughty game night, or as they liked to called it, their mating season.

END

A/N: I personally love fics were the boys play silly games. The game Mating Season was made up for this fic, though it wouldn’t surprise me if there were a game like it out there. Believe it or not this story was inspired by the Night of the Living Dead (original recipe). It feels good to spice up a story with a little horror. Hope everyone liked it. Review, please.