That God-Awful Perfume

That God-Awful Perfume by: boysluvcraft

“How does it feel to be so superior,” was what Hiei asked Yusuke after Yusuke’s transformation into a demon. In retrospect it was sort of a ridiculous question. Hiei had assumed being a demon felt different somehow from being a human. Truth be told, Yusuke couldn’t really tell any difference at the time-- save that he no longer had a heart beat. That had been years ago. Since then he’d spent three years as a demon in the demon world plus two years as a demon in the human realm. During that time he had noticed other changes in himself. They were small things really, like he was less sensitive to extreme heat and cold. He hadn’t caught any colds or been sick at all since he became a demon. He had a higher tolerance for alcohol. And his senses were sharper, all six of them-- in particular his sense of smell. Things that were nearly undetectable to humans were clear to Yusuke. So, by that reasoning things that humans could detect were VERY clear to Yusuke. This fact was the root of a problem that Yusuke was currently faced with. It involved his apparent girl friend, Keiko and that god awful perfume of hers.

“I’ll just be a few more minutes,” Keiko called to him from the dressing room, “I just a have a few more outfits to try on.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Yusuke muttered. There was a time when Yusuke would have complained about having to stand in a ladies clothing store while she tried on clothes, but he had been through this so many times that he knew complaining would not make her finish any faster. He was turned around idling looking at the little trinkets in the display case, thinking of maybe buying one for his mother for her birthday next month. When a sharp acidly smell, like rotten fruit and rubbing alcohol, stung in his nostrils. He jumped and spun without thinking. Behind him was a startled looking Keiko.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” she said with her finger tips covering her mouth. “I found the one I like. What do you think?” She spun around to show him the outfit. It was a pink shirt with a frill at the collar under a maroon and purple striped vest, but he main attraction was the skirt, knee length and full bodied, deep maroon with a bit of pink crinoline peeking out of the bottom. It was a cute outfit, but as she spun to show it off, she sent a small gust of air to flutter over his face, carrying with it that overly sweet stench like dead flowers boiling in sugar. He gave her a smile that didn‘t reach his eyes, “Looks good, though, you sure you don’t want to go for a tighter skirt. Ya know to show off the goods.”

“Oh knock it off, you pervert,” she elbowed him on her way to the casher’s counter.

Again the reek of her perfume assaulted Yusuke. He smiled and chuckled while at the same time desperately trying to hold back the bile that was inching its way up his throat. Damn that perfume. He had no idea what it was called or where she had gotten it, but he did know that it was making it extremely hard for him to flirt with her-- not that that had been easy before the perfume had arrived. Most of the time his comments earned him a smack in the face. Why couldn’t she see that was just how he showed affection?

Keiko came back to Yusuke tossing him shopping bag that the clerk had put her old clothes in. She had decided to wear the new ones out of the store. The wardrobe change, however, did little to reduce the reek coming off of her. She must put the stuff directly on her skin.

“I was thinking we can go to this new coffee shop that just opened,” She told him later as they walked down the street, “It’s on the other side of the park so we can have a nice walk while--oh shoot.” Her phone was ringing. She answered it, “Hello? Oh mother-- uh-huh… well if it’s that bad, I’m sure he’ll understand… Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Trouble at home?” Yusuke asked her when she hung up.

“The darn freezer went out. We’ve been telling dad he should get a new one for months, but…,” she waved her hands as if the motion could shoo away the problem. “I’ve gotta rush home to help mom cook forty pounds of meat before it spoils. Sorry to run off on you like this.”

“Hey it’s cool. You go ahead home.” And take a shower while you’re at it, he thought in spite of himself. He felt like a jerk for having thought it, but dang it, it wasn’t right. He’s on a date with a nice girl and all he can do is fixate on how bad she smells! Man, he couldn’t wait until she ran out of that crap. Of course, simply telling her that he didn’t like it was not an option. One time she bought these chunkily red boots. He told her they made her look like Ronald McDonald and then she hit him over the head with a toaster! The boots he could ignore, but that smell... He couldn’t get within three feet of her without gagging. Needless to say Yusuke was frustrated in more ways than one.

That was another thing that Yusuke noticed since becoming a demon; the horniness. Even when he was still a teenager he never masturbated as much as he did now. When he was human once or twice a week would hold him, but after he became a demon, it was like every night. Yusuke could already feel that familiar heat building him his gut as he mounted the stairs to his apartment. As soon as he had the door closed behind him, his pants came open and he took his swelling member into his hand and started to stroke it.

“Ohh,” he moaned, “how do other demons deal with this?”

“Well, it helps to have actual sex now and then,” a familiar voice came from his darkened living room.

Yusuke jumped, started, embarrassed, he tried to tuck his manhood back into his pants, but it wouldn’t go. He was too swollen. Meanwhile a grinning Hiei swaggered out of the shadows.

“What the hell, Hiei!” Yusuke shrieked, “What are you doing in my house?”

“Got bored. I thought I’d find some entertainment here,” Hiei glanced pointedly at Yusuke’s exposed crouch, “Seems I was correct.”

“That’s not--”

“I take it that woman of yours is still on that ‘I’m saving myself for marriage’ thing,” Hiei mentioned idly as he flipped on the lights.

Somehow having the lights on made Yusuke feel even more embarrassed. He crammed his length back into his pants the best he could and hid the rest by un-tucking his shirt, before walking uncomfortably to the living room couch. He asked Hiei, “How’d you know about that-- Have you been spying on me again?”

Hiei choose not to answer that as he put his feet up on the coffee table. “We demon’s are very sexual creatures, but you Yusuke are just ridiculous. It’s the repression. I tell you, you should just go to a demon world whore house for a week and get it out of your system. Your female may never need to know.”

Yusuke was baffled, “I can’t do that! That would be like betraying Keiko or something-- and what business is it of yours anyway?!”

Hiei smirked, clearly pleased that he’d gotten under Yusuke’s skin. Yusuke sighed
And slouched on the couch, suddenly feeling tied. He knew that his short, spiky haired friend had a way of getting him work up, yet he fell for it every time. But he also knew how to get back at him. “So, why are you really here, Hiei?” Yusuke goaded, “You and Mukuro have a little lover’s spat?”

Yusuke actually wasn’t sure of the nature of the relationship between Hiei and the Lady. Nonetheless calling them lovers always worked. Hiei’s eyes widened. Then he crossed his arms with an “Hn,” and pouted. Yusuke smiled and shook his head, If only he knew how cute he looks like that-- what am I thinking?! Yusuke shook his head harder. Maybe Hiei was right about him being repressed.

“Anyway,” Yusuke got up and headed for the bedroom, “If you wanna stick round till morning we can go do some training or stuff. You can sleep on the couch or if that’s too comfy for ya there’s a tree round back.”

He heard a muted, “Hn,” as he closed his bedroom door.

Yusuke couldn’t be sure if Hiei had stayed or not. He had other issues on his mind-- or rather between his legs. Tired and wanting for sleep, Yusuke decided to forego the usual girly magazine. It was a pain having to dig them out of there secret hiding place and he could get along fine without them anyway. He striped down in the dark room and slid between his cool cotton bed sheets. He grasped at his swollen manhood and without father ado began to pump it. He thought about how it would feel to have someone else touch him like this, the small soft hand of a girl rather than his own large calloused hands. That would be great, being touched by some pretty girl. Yusuke imaged actresses and pretty girls that he’d seen on the street, but not Keiko. For some reason he had trouble imaging Keiko doing something like that with him. Maybe it had something to do with her consistent obviation to anything she considered “perverted” that made the scenario seem so unlikely.

Biting his lip, Yusuke ran his hand up and down his length. He imaged a smaller hand reaching out of the dark, prying his hand away, before firmly gripping his rod. Yusuke gasped. That tiny hand was so strong for its size. Its palm wasn’t smooth, though, it was as rough and calloused as his own, but that only served to intensify the wonderful friction the hand was providing as it blurred up and down his length.

“Ohh yeah,” Yusuke moaned and thrust into that wonderful hand. Somewhere in the back his pleasure idled brain Yusuke wondered whose hand it was that was thrilling him so much. It must belong to someone. A hand needs a body right? Of course the hand had a body. Yusuke wanted it to have a body. He could feel the weight on the bed and hear the sight puffing of breath. He could smell a sweet perfume hanging in the air. Not a sickening sweet smell like Keiko’s god awful perfume, it was subtle, musky, natural…. Yes that was it. It was a natural odor, not a bottled perfume at all. It was better than any mass produced fragrance. It tickled and delighted Yusuke’s nose, made his mouth water and his cock throb. He wanted more of it!

He reached out in the dark, searching for his fantasy. He found a pair of small, warm, but firm shoulders and pulled them to him. The hand awkwardly readjusted so that it could continue to stroke Yusuke from a different angle. Yusuke pulled the body close to him. Oddly, be didn’t feel the squish of breasts as the other’s weight settled on top of him. The chest was firm, muscular, like a man’s. Why would dream of a man’s chest? Yusuke decided it didn’t matter, that delicious smell was closer to him now. He inhaled deeply and shuddered.

“Ahh, sooo good,” he whimpered. The small hand gripped him tighter and moved faster. Yusuke could feel the heat boiling in his guts, his fantasy was coming to a climax and so was he. He just needed a little more of that fantastic odor. He arched his back; bring his face closer the source of his pleasure. Soft tufts of hair tickled his face as he gulped in that scent. It was so thick and warm, the warmth seemed fill Yusuke’s entire body unit he thought he’d explode!

“DAMN!!” Yusuke howled as his orgasm crashed down on him. For long minutes afterward all he could do was lie in his fluids and shake. Then it showily dawned on him that the body of his fantasy had not dissolved along with his passions, in fact, he was still clutching onto that small, warm, strangely male body. With a trembling hand, he reached for the nightstand lamp. The light came on, casting away blissful darkness to reveal a small, warm, and very real and familiar, male body.

“Hiei?!” Yusuke shrieked.

“Of course,” Hiei pushed himself up to look at Yusuke with confused red eyes. He added with a bit of sarcasm, “What, did you think you were imaged the whole thing?”

Yusuke blinked and wondered how much the demon would mock him if he said “yes”. So instead he barked, “Why? Why’d you come in here and… do that?”

Hiei rolled his eyes like he was bored with the whole thing, “I’ve got good hearing. Remember? For the past twenty minutes all I’ve heard was your lame ass panting and whining, not even able to get yourself off. Figured I’d give you a hand and then the both of us could get some sleep.” He absently lifted his hand to his mouth to start to link away the mess Yusuke had left there. “Hn, it was a good thing I had the foresight to take off my shirt first. Figured you‘d gush enough to leave a sizeable stain.”

Yusuke was stunned, embarrassed, but at least it cleared up a few things for him, like why his “fantasy” lover was so masculine; because it wasn’t really a fantasy. Though, his brain had felt so muddled and light, he could have sworn it was a dream. It was that smell that did it to him, that wonderful, heady smell….

“Uh, Hiei,” Yusuke blushed, “Can I ask for something weird?”

Hiei raised an eyebrow, “Like what?”

“C-can I… smell you?”

“Smell?”

“Yeah. I told ya it was weird.”

Hiei shrugged and held still as Yusuke leaned in close to snuffle at his neck. Instantly the lovely aroma flooded Yusuke’s sinuses. He couldn’t stop the slight moan that bubbled up from his core. Hiei stiffened, though Yusuke couldn’t know why.

“Are you wearing some kind of cologne?” Yusuke asked him, yet he already suspected the answer.

“Of course not. Don’t be stupid,” Hiei said gruffly, his face paled a shade. Yusuke didn’t notice. He was too caught up in his own confusion.

Yusuke abruptly broke out in his signature cheese-ball grin, “Wow, you really smell like that naturally? Heh, it’s a good thing human guys aren’t like that. It’d put the fragrance industry out of business.”

Yusuke’s comment magically broke the tension that had filled the room and suddenly everything felt normal again. Hiei grunted and got up to leave the room. As he reached the door Yusuke called out to him, “Hey, you gonna stick around till morning? I was kinda looking forward to sparing with ya tomorrow.” Hiei just nodded before closing the door, leaving Yusuke t sleep alone.

The next morning, Hiei awoke to the sounds of clanking pans and sizzling food. Yusuke greeted him cheerily as he stumbled into the kitchen, “Morning sun-shine.”

“Who shoved a rainbow up your ass this morning,” Hiei grumbled. “What’s all this?” Hiei made a sweeping motion to indicate the food that Yusuke had prepared. He could see toast, eggs, and bacon on the table, and he could smell frying potato’s which was in all likehood what was sizzling in the pan on the stove.

“We got a lot of stuff to do today, so I thought we should get a decent breakfast-- and don’t give me any of that ‘I don’t eat Ningen food’ crap, you’re eating,” Yusuke left no room for argument as he ushered Hiei into a seat and started to pile his plate with food. “And as for the rainbow up my ass, it’s cuz I’m in a good mood. Ya see, I’ve have this problem lately and I think I figured out a way around it.”

“Yeah,” Hiei said apathetically while he poked at his food.

Yusuke continued in spite Hiei oblivious disinterest, “Well Keiko’s gotten her hands on this new perfume and it is just horrible, and I mean HORRIBLE. Imagine like chem. lab meets compost heap, that sort of thing. I can’t stand the stuff, but I can’t tell her that I don’t like it either. She doesn’t take criticism very well. I ever tell you about the time she wore that yellow dress and that cowboy hat? I told her she looked like Twinkie-the-Kid.”

Hiei chuckled, “Was that the time she tried to strangle you with the power cord for a blender?”

“No he dumped a crock-pot of beans on my head,” Yusuke corrected him, as he spooned hash browns out of the frying pan and onto their plates. “You’re thinking about the time she bought that orange track suit that made her look like Chester the Cheeto Cheetah. Anyway, I’ve thought of a way to solve my problem with Keiko.”

“Lay off the junk food and keep your big mouth shut?” Hiei interjected.

“I’m talking about the perfume thing!” Yusuke told him, “Here’s the plan. I gave Keiko a bottle of perfume-- a perfume that I like-- as a gift. Then she’ll wear it instead, because it was a gift from her wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend. Then bye-bye bad smell!”

“And you’re telling me this why?” Hiei sneered.

“Because you’re going to help me,” Yusuke told him.

“Come again?” Hiei narrowed his eyes threateningly.

“Well, ya know last night…” Yusuke glanced up nervously from his plate, “I sorta noticed your scent, and it was really… nice. And I got to thinking wouldn’t it awesome if Keiko smelled that good? So, I thought why not look for a perfume that reminds me of you.”

Hiei did not have a comment for that-- or rather he didn‘t voice a comment. However a multitude of mixed expressions passed over his usually stoic face as he sat before his breakfast staring at Yusuke. Yusuke couldn’t even begin to guess what sort of thoughts were stirring in his small comrade’s head, except that he seemed rather unsettled. A smile twitched on Yusuke’s face. Hiei made the most adorable faces when he was unsettled. Hiei adorable? Yusuke wondered to himself. Those were two words Yusuke never thought he’d put together, but surprisingly they fit.

Speaking of surprises, Yusuke was met with another one when Hiei conceded to help him with his plan. He assumed the small apparition was either in a very charitable mood or profoundly bored. That day he took Hiei around to every department store, make-up counter he knew of, trying out perfumes, sniffing Hiei, and getting funny looks from the attendant-girls. It was along excursion that kept the two demon‘s out nearly until sunset. In the end Yusuke didn’t find any perfume that could came anywhere close to the intoxicating odor that was Hiei.

“Man, to think girls do this sort of thing for fun,” Yusuke griped as he stepped into the front door to his apartment, “I didn’t think it was gonna be that hard to find a smell I liked-- or something close to the smell I like.” He bent to sniff at Hiei as the smaller man passed him in the doorway. Yusuke winkled his nose, “Eww, you got that lady funk all over you.”

“Wonder why? You kept spraying it on me. Hn, I’m going to use your bath.” He walked off grumbling, “You and your stupid smelly females. Is it worth the trouble…?”

Yusuke ignored the latter statements, knowing that Hiei was wont to being moody just for the sake of being moody. He called after Hiei as he disappeared into the bathroom, “Just toss your clothes outside the door. I’ll take ‘em to the wash.”

Soon he heard the spray of the water come on. Just as he had instructed Hiei had left his clothes on the floor outside the bathroom. Yusuke scooped them up, taking an unintended whiff of the fabric. Hiei’s coat defiantly needed washing, it smelled of the perfumes he’d tried on Hiei. The deeper layers of clothing on the other hand were purer to that natural odor that Hiei produced. Yusuke noticed that the trace scent on the cloths didn’t excite him quite as much as the scent coming directly from Hiei’s skin. He puzzled over that for a moment. Perhaps it loses something over time, like soda pop going flat. Or was it something else?

Yusuke leaned against the bathroom door. “I really do appreciate you coming out with me today. I’m sorry we didn’t get around to the sparing. We could do it tomorrow, if you like, or tonight if you don’t mind doing it in the dark….”

Yusuke’s musings were suddenly diverted when a particular article of clothing caught his eye, mostly because it was pale blue in color and stood out dramatically from the rest of the dark pieces. He separated it and held it up to view.

“Hiei?” Yusuke called.

“What?” Hiei’s voice carried over the sound of running water.

“Boxers?” Yusuke giggled.

The water shut off and in seconds the bathroom door swung open, framing a fuming, wet Hiei. He was wrapped up in Yusuke’s bathrobe, which on him was adorably oversized. He yelled at Yusuke, “Grow up will you!”

He made a grab for the undergarment in Yusuke’s hand, but when he did so Yusuke snatched him up around the waist and lifted him off the ground. Hiei kicked out, throwing Yusuke off balance and toppling the Mazoku. Not one to lose easily, Yusuke rolled Hiei under him after he went down. Yusuke laughed, “Hey, I know you’re eager for a fight, but don’t you want to get some clothes on first?”

Hiei hissed from underneath him, “You haven’t cleaned them yet. Apparently you’d prefer to waste time chattering and playing with my underwear!”

“At least you’ve gotten clean,” Yusuke said leaning in to snuffle at Hiei’s neck. “Ah, now there’s my favorite scent-- with a touch of Zest too! Man, it’s too bad I can’t just bottle you.” He buried his face deeper into Hiei’s neck and inhale deeply. Suddenly clawed hands gripped his shoulders. Yusuke pulled back as if he’d touched a hot stove. He gasped, “Hiei?!”

He looked down at Hiei. It was a Hiei Yusuke had never seen before. His face was flushed and his eyes were dark and shining with… what was that? It couldn’t be… desire? He was shaking as his little tongue darted out to wet his pink little lips.

Yusuke repeated, “Hiei?”

“Yusuke,” Hiei looked away as he spoke, the blush on his cheeks deepening, “You can’t… you can’t expect to keep doing this to me without causing some sort of reaction.”

Yusuke almost asked him what he meant by “reaction”, but the answer was already visibly tented under the oversized bathrobe. Yusuke could already feel the heat rising in his own cheeks. I should leave, he thought, I shouldn’t be doing this. But that smell, Hiei’s smell was raising up around him, filling his senses, drowning him in urges he didn’t even know that he could have.

“You- you look cute in that bathrobe,” He husked, his hands sliding up over the terrycloth material. He unfastened the belt. It was like his body was acting on its own. His hands trembled as he parted the material, skimming down Hiei’s muscled chest and his chiseled belly. Then the last of the fabric fell aside. Yusuke gasped seeing those lovely hips, those strong thighs and at their apex a full glistening arousal. For the first time Yusuke realized his friend was beautiful.

Yusuke let his head settle in the crook of Hiei’s neck, inhaling that intoxicating odor. He sighed, “Oh Hiei, what are you doing to me?”

“Only what you want,” Hiei whispered as his hand found its way into Yusuke’s pants, “Only what you need.”

“Ha-ah,” Yusuke shuttered when Hiei gripped him with that wonderful tiny hand of his. As Hiei stroked him, his own hand gravitated downward to return the favor. Yusuke wrapped his hand around that hard length clothed in silky smooth, delicate skin. He marveled at the feel how the flesh moved over the muscle, the steady throbbing as blood swelled through it, and the heat. Yusuke knew what cock felt like, he had one. But touching someone else’s…. It was completely alien-- and thrilling! Never in his wildest dreams did Yusuke think he’d do a thing like this-- and with Hiei of all people. But he’d never dreamed of that smell. He inhaled it greedily, “Damn, why do you smell so good?!”

The next morning Yusuke woke up in his bed, Hiei wasn’t there. He checked the place where he’d left Hiei’s clothes. They were gone too. He never did get around to washing them. He had spent the entire night with Hiei in his arms, touching him and caressing him. He may have even licked him a bit. The memories of the night were a little hazy.

“Ngh, what did I do?” He grumbled to himself. His body was sticky with semen, not all of it his own. “Correction, what did we do?”

The obvious answer; they jacked each other off… a lot. That in itself wasn’t too exasperating. Yusuke had heard of guy friends that jacked each other off and it didn’t mean anything. It was just getting off on the friction from a foreign hand. The problem for Yusuke was this; Hiei wasn’t just getting him off. He was actually getting off on Hiei, his touch and his smell. No one else would have excited him like that. The whole thing… just baffled and terrified Yusuke. And the only person who could offer any insight on the situation was Hiei-- and he was gone!

To make matters worse, his phone was ringing, “Alright fine, what else can go wrong?” He grumbled as he picked up the phone, “What?”

“Yusuke?” It was Keiko on the line.

Ask a stupid question, he thought. He said, “Uh, hi Keiko. Um, what’s up?”

“You’re hanging out with Kuwabara today, aren’t you?” Keiko asked without preamble.

“Huh, um yeah, I am actually,” Yusuke had completely forgotten about that appointment until she brought it up. “Um why?”

Keiko replied, “I had plans to go shopping with Shizuru. And when I called her to ask where she wanted to meet, she told me you were hanging out with her brother today. So we thought why don’t we all meet at that café by the station? Then the four of us could have lunch together before we go our separate ways.”

“Yeah I guess we can do that,” Yusuke responded absently. His mind wasn’t really in the here and now.

“Great! It would be like a double date.”

That caught Yusuke’s attention. “If you forget that one of the couples are really siblings, yeah just like a double date.”

She ignored his cynical barb and said, “Alright then. The station café at 12:30. And don’t be late.” She hung up.

Yusuke sighed and placed the phone back on its cradle. A glance at the clock told him it was 11:45. He had forty-five minutes to get himself cleaned up and presentable before he had to face Keiko. He knew he should feel guiltily-- and he did, but still he could not deny the warm feelings that swarmed in his guts when his mind wondered back the encounter he’d had with Hiei the night before. And the real kicker was that given the opportunity, Yusuke was sure he’d do it again. Yusuke contemplated these things as he showered and dressed. Should he break up with Keiko? That would be the right thing to do if he planned on starting a relationship with Hiei. But that in itself was not clear, was he starting a relationship with Hiei? However erotic the encounter they had the night before was, it didn’t mean that they were dating or even that it would happen again. If the latter was the case it would be silly for him to let Keiko go. If only Hiei hadn’t taken off, he could get this sorted.

Forty- five minutes passed in no time and remarkably Yusuke showed up at the café on time to meet the girls, Kuwabara, and a surprising extra. Kuwabara arrived with his arm lazily slung over Kurama’s shoulder. Kuwabara called to Yusuke, “Hey look what I found on our way here.”

“Yeah, bro has a habit of picking up stray animals,” Shizuru prodded.

“I invited him to come hang with us,” Kuwabara continued, “Hope that’s okay.”

And of course it was okay, Yusuke always enjoyed talking with Kurama, even if half the things the redhead said were over his head. The five of them piled into a booth, Kuwabara and Kurama on one side and Yusuke occupying the other along with the girls. Keiko and Shizuru didn’t stay long, however. They claimed that there was a forty-five minute sale at the Shoe Hutch that they didn’t want to miss. They each tossed a dollar on the table for the waitress before leaving. Their meals, of course, would be paid for by Yusuke and Kuwabara.

“Wouldn’t it be nice for us all to spend some time together, Kuwabara mocked a girl’s voice, “Pssh. I bet they set this whole thing up just so they could get a free meal out of us. I mean it’s okay if it’s a girl friend, but I just got mooching sister.” He paused looking between his two pale looking friends, “Are you two okay? I noticed neither of you ate much.”

Yusuke looked at Kurama, “You two?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but,” Kurama glanced at the door the girls had just retreated through.

“Is there something I’m missing here?” Kuwabara demanded.

Seeing no reason to dodge the issue, Yusuke explained to Kuwabara about Keiko‘s perfume, how bad it smelled to him and how nauseous it made him to be around it. Kurama seconded Yusuke’s appraisal. He told the two, “There are actually many human perfumes that are noxious to demon’s sensitive sense of smell. In fact, some demons use it as a weapon. Mukuro won quite a few battles by crop-dusting her enemies armies with Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds. And Yomi imports Paris Hilton’s scent by the gallon for the purposes of torture. Keiko seems to have gotten her hands on a particularly potent fragrance. It’s like old potpourri and nail polish.”

“Ah, it couldn’t be that bad,” Kuwabara frowned.

“It’s pretty bad,” Yusuke shook his head, “I really don’t know what to do about it. I mean at this rate, we may wind up breaking up over it.”

“You could just tell her the truth,” Kurama suggested.

“Nuh-uh, fox-boy,” Kuwabara put in, “Once she wore this frilly red dress and Urameshi told her she looked like the bride of Kool-aid guy… She threw a microwave at him.”

“Uh, the problem may not be so much your opinion, but you’re your approach,” Kurama suggested, “But if you don’t want to hurt her feeling you could always do what I do about my mother’s perfume. I make it myself out of Makai plants that I finds pleasant. Then I give it to her every year for her birthday.”

“I tried something like that, Yusuke scratched the back of his head, “but only smell I seem to like these days…. Um, Kurama have you ever happened to notice how good Hiei smells?”

Kuwabara almost choked on his soda as he laughed, “What? You talking about shorty? I always thought he’d smell like brimstone or something.”

Kurama on the other hand looked completely serious and also a little shocked. He leaned across the table and asked, “Are you having an affair with Hiei?”

“WHAT?!” Kuwabara squawked.

Yusuke paid the human no mind. He looked down nervously as he answered, “No-- well sort of-- we just jerked each other off some. And Kuwabara if you scream “what” again, I’ll turn your lungs inside out,” he said sharply to the human. Yusuke put his head in his hands, “I couldn’t help it. The first time I was really horny and I thought I was dreaming. I didn’t even know it was him.”

“The first time,” Kuwabara’s eyes bugged, “You mean you did it with shorty more than once?”

“I didn’t ‘do it’ with him,” Yusuke protested, “I just touched him… and held him… and licked him some… and smelled him-- god he smells so good.”

Kurama hummed, his red brows drawn down tightly over the bridge of his nose. He obviously saw more to this than Yusuke did. “Yusuke,” he asked, “when all this touching and such happened was it before or after you noticed this smell of his?”

“I’m not sure,” Yusuke thought hard, “but I do know that after I smell him I get really, um, revved up.”

“You don’t understand what’s happening, do you?” Kurama said.

“Pssh. Do I ever?”

With his elbows rested on the table and his finger tips touching Kurama took a breath to start what would be a very prolonged explanation. “I believe that this smell that you are describing is in fact a biologically produced chemical compound called a pheromone. It is natural occurrence and its purpose is to influence the behavior and development of others of their species. Now what I find remarkable is that you, Yusuke, a Mazoku would respond to a fire apparition’s pheromone.”

Yusuke tilted his head in question, “I shouldn’t be?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Kurama pondered, “You are of a very rare species-- only on born every five thousand years. So it is possible that you’d be capable of responding to those outside your specific race.”

“But I’m not attacked to just any demon,” Yusuke blurted out, “I mean, you’re a demon, you’re good looking, and I can smell you, but I’m not getting a hard on. Why Hiei?”

“Maybe it’s Hiei,” Kurama shrugged, “I have more than suspected for sometime now that Hiei may have a somewhat… mixed background.”

“And that means what?”

“That Hiei may have a unique body chemistry, one that happens to create a pheromone that you are attracted to,” Kurama told him, “It’s fascinating really.”

“Fascinating?!” Yusuke bellowed, “I want to jump one of my best friend’s bones and you think it’s fascinating!”

“Hush Yusuke. You’ll frighten the other costumers,” Kurama said coolly. “I was merely thinking about the statistical odds of this sort of event. Of all the different breeds and crossbreeds of demons what are the odds of a demon having the metabolic make up to produce such a chemical. And then if that isn’t enough, throw in the possibility that you would actually be come in contact with said individual. Let alone that said individual be someone you like. And now that I think about it you and Hiei do have rather compatible personalities, and face it, a physical attraction to one another. My, the odds are astronomical.”

Kuwabara interjected, “Man, Kurama you make it sound like they’re….”

“Made for each other?” Kurama finished it.

“Heh, you’re joking right?” Yusuke could feel all the blood in his body sinking to his feet.

“Ya know, I remember the first time we all worked together on that Maze Castle thing and that eyeball dropped a ceiling on us. You trusted shorty to get us out of it, even though he just got done saying how he was going kill you.” Kuwabara mused, “And then when he took off during that Sensei thing, you were the only one who believed he would come back. I never understood before where you got so much faith in him, but I guess it was the power of love the whole time.”

“Um, Kuwabara,” Kurama interjected, “Perhaps you shouldn’t use the L word. I think this has all been a little too much too fast for Yusuke.”

Yusuke was sitting across the table from them, motionless save for a twitch in one cheek. His face was drained of color and his eyes were focused on nothing at all.

“What did you two do to him?” The gruff voice announced its owner’s arrival. Kurama and Kuwabara both jumped and turned to find none other than Hiei standing at the end of the table, arms crossed with an irritable look on his face.

“Oh, we were discussing some of the finer aspects of chemical biology,” Kurama supplied smoothly, “Weren’t we Kuwabara?”

“Uh, yeah,” Kuwabara ejaculated when Kurama’s elbow came in sharp contact with his ribs.

Hiei eyed the two of them suspiciously, before moving on. He pointed to Yusuke, “Yesterday, he promised me a fight, but then he spent the whole day fooling around.” He didn’t notice that Yusuke’s face reddened at the term ‘fooling around’. “I came here to see if I may collect on that promise.”

“We were about done here anyway, so by all means take him,” Kurama’s face sported an inexplicable smirk-- well at lest inexplicable to Hiei.

“Hn, I’ll be waiting out there,” Hiei pointed out the window toward a line of trees, “You can come get me once you’ve woken up, Yusuke.” Hiei left.

“Gyah,” Yusuke screamed and jumped in a belated reaction. “What do I do?!”

“Go fight him,” Kuwabara suggested.

“B-but if I do that I’ll get too close to him and then….”

“It’s obvious you‘re confused” Kurama shrugged.

“Confused?!” Yusuke squeaked, “I’ve suddenly gotten all hot and horny over another guy, then I start thinking I‘m in love with him or some shit and know you tell me this is all some stupid reaction? Confused is kinda putting it lightly.”

“Are you going then ?” Kurama asked.

Yusuke stared out the window. He could see Hiei sitting up against the trunk of a tree, his hands propped up behind his head. With his arms up his scarf hid half his face, like a little turtle peeking out of its shell, Yusuke thought. So cute. Yusuke stood with a swallow and nod, “Yeah, I guess I’d better not keep him waiting. Ya know how he hates waiting.”

As the other two watched Yusuke as he bravely marched out to meet with Hiei. Kuwabara leaned over and asked, “You really think they’re made for each other?”

“I’m no expert on fate,” Kurama told him.

“But all the stuff about the odds,” Kuwabara pressed.

“Well, I may have forgotten to mention that many demons of mixed heritage, like Hiei, have changeable body chemistries. He would be able to produce a pheromone to suit any demon, given his own desire and a long association with the object of said desire-- But made for each other sounds good too.”

As he approached Hiei, Yusuke’s stomach churned with nervous apprehension. Hiei slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Yusuke. For just a second his expression was soft and it seem some unknown question floating behind those crimson eyes. Someone who did not know Hiei might have called it an innocent expression. How can he be so cute? Yusuke asked himself. But the moment ended and Hiei drew down his brows and scowled in a mask of irritation.

“About time,” In one fluid movement he stood and darted away several yards. He stopped and called back, “Well hurry up. I can’t fight myself.”

“Sure you can. I do it all the time. Can’t say its fun though. I never take the fight seriously, and I’m such a jerk to me when ever I win.” Yusuke was resorting to one of his oldest defense mechanisms; sarcasm and jokes. Yusuke could have sworn he saw a smile on those stoic little lips before the small man Hned, turned and dashed off.

Yusuke followed Hiei through town, past the suburbs, to the outskirts of town and a tidy little woodland area. The whole trip took all of five minutes, thanks to the convenience of demonic speeds. The same trip would have taken twenty minutes by car and would have been greatly complicated for the fact that there was no road leading to that area. At times Yusuke wondered how it was that he got along before he acquired his powers.

He arrived at a clearing after Hiei did, intentionally. Hiei was ready, having already removed his sword and scabbard… and his shirt. The noon sunlight cast golden light over his strong chest, shoulders, and arms. Yusuke remembered seeing those arms last night bathed in the cool moonlight that filtered in threw his bedroom window. Those arms had wrapped around him, held him close to that chest, made him feel….

Yusuke shook his head to clear those thoughts before they could give him a reaction. He was a little too late for that, but at least Hiei didn’t seem to notice. Yusuke took his fighting stance. Hiei did so as well. Slowly, carefully the two circled each other, sizing each other up, watching for even the minutest tension in the muscle that would hint at an incoming attack. They’d fought like this on so many occasions. They were very familiar with the natural rhythms and movements of each other’s bodies. It was like a dance-- or sex, Yusuke’s brash mind supplied. He hadn’t meant to think that. He faltered. Hiei saw it. He bolted forward, delivering a brutal blow to Yusuke’s gut with his right fist, which was quickly followed by a left handed blow to the underside of Yusuke’s jaw. And to finish it out, a clean roundhouse kick to the head.

“Glawh!” Yusuke let out a garbled cry as he crashed into tree trunk.

“Come on and pay attention,” Hiei said harshly, “If all I wanted was a punching bag I would have challenged that fool Kuwabara.”

“I’ll give you punching a punching bag…” Yusuke muttered, his completive spirit coming to the surface. Yusuke burred over to Hiei in one of those rare instances were his speed got the better of Hiei’s. Yusuke just seemed to materialize out of thin air next to Hiei. Faster than a human eye could see he released a barrage of vicious rapid fire punches into Hiei’s mid-section. As Hiei’s body folded in on itself Yusuke switched targets hitting him in the face. Left-right- uppercut-left-down strike. Then he grasped his shoulders-- and hesitated. As part of Yusuke’s fighting style, this would be the time that he would deliver a crushing head-butt, but this was Hiei he was fighting. He had a Jagan eye; a direct blow there would cause him considerable pain. He didn’t want to hurt Hiei.

Hiei took advantage of Yusuke’s hesitation to bring a knee up to his gut. The first blow loosened Yusuke’s grip on him and then a quick forward kick separated them. Yusuke feel back on his rump. Hiei managed to stay on his feet.

“You’re off today,” Hiei stated blandly.

“Look who’s talking,” Yusuke sneered back.

“What is that supposed to--?”

“You can’t just pretend it didn’t happen Hiei!” Yusuke shouted. “And don’t go acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about you and me, last night, feeling each other up like a couple of horny teenagers at no-tell-motel. I know your friggen stubborn ass isn‘t gonna say it, so I’ll say it. I know what’s going on between us and it’s all I can think about.”

Hiei’s face slackened, “How long have you known?”

“Not long,” Yusuke sat down in the dirt, “I mean it’s not the kind of thing I ever considered-- ya know being raised human and all. I just don‘t see why you didn‘t just tell me about it. It would have made things less… confusing.”

“It wasn’t something I intended to happen,” Hiei lowered himself to the ground. He turned his head as if interested in something far off in the distance, really he just didn’t want to look Yusuke in the eye. “To tell the truth, I was… ashamed of it, for a long time.”

“You couldn’t help it!” Yusuke blurted out, “I mean, you can’t control what smell your body makes.”

“Excuse me,” Hiei’s gaze whipped around to look at Yusuke in question.

“The pheromones,” Yusuke said, “That’s why I’ve been all over you, cuz I smell your pheromones… like some stupid cat in heat.

Hiei‘s eyes widened and he exploded with sudden anger, “You’ve been talking to that meddling fox haven’t you!”

“Hey, cool it! Without Kurama I would never have figured out what was going on,” Yusuke defined himself.

Hiei growled, “You still don’t know what’s going on!” With that Hiei lunged across the space to topple Yusuke. His lips came down hard on Yusuke’s, bruising his lips and stealing his breath. Hiei’s scent welled up around them, so warm it boiled Yusuke’s blood. His hand’s clamped down on Hiei’s hips. His own hip’s starting jerking in response to Hiei’s aggressions.

“Yusuke,” Hiei panted as he brushed his lips over the other boy’s jaw, with hot breath he whispered in his ear, “Why don’t you understand. I came to you that first time. And you may have been a little too touchy yesterday, but I was the one who made it sexual. Do I have to spell it out? I… want… you!”

Hiei ground his hips to Yusuke’s making the boy growl in pleasure. His nimble little fingers tugged at the hem of Yusuke’s shirt, pulling it up to expose the boy’s chest. He bent down to run his searing hot little tongue along the flesh there, over the curvature of the muscle and down to lap at one pert nipple.

“Ah! Hiei,” Yusuke gasped. He felt like he’d go mad with the things Hiei was doing to him. It was so good, already he was aroused to the point that it hurt. God, he needed to do something.

Hiei hissed, “Oh, yes I like that.”

Yusuke realized he was clutching and kneading at Hiei’s ass cheeks. Those firm round globes in his hands gave him ideas. Then like a bird breaking over the tops of the clouds, Yusuke’s mind cleared. He practically threw Hiei off of him. “What the hell am I thinking?!” Yusuke scrambled to get to his feet and fix his clothes.

“I…,” Hiei gritted his teeth as he too got to his feet, “I don’t understand you!”

“I‘m not a friggen animal, Hiei.” Yusuke told him rather harshly. “ Besides, I have a girlfriend.”

“That human female,” Hiei ground out. “I don’t see why you cling to her. The two of you have the most dysfunctional relationship I’ve ever seen-- and I know Kurama and Yomi. That’s saying something. You haven’t even had sex with her-- you’re not even trying, I know this for a fact. Sometimes I wonder if you even want to. She doesn’t excite you does she? You can’t even stand the way she smells. How can you possibility pretend that you love her?”

“Shut up!” Yusuke screamed, driving his right fist into Hiei’s jaw. Hiei caught the blow full force. It sent him sprawling on the ground. He didn’t bother to get up this time. He simply lay there staring up at the purpling sky. The sun was setting. For long minutes Yusuke stood over the smaller man seething with anger-- at Hiei or himself? Then he decided he just needed to be away from there. He fled the clearing, leaving Hiei in the dirt.

Only once Yusuke’s energy had faded into the distance did Hiei move. He rolled over on to his hands and knees, eyes clamped shut and his teeth clinched for the nearly unbearable pain that sat in his stomach like a lump. His nails clawed at the dirt as the lump pushed its way up his throat emerging as a mournful sob. His body lurched and he screamed again. It hurt so much he was barely aware of the delicate hands that reached for him and gathered him up into their arms. Hiei buried his face into the inviting shoulder and red hair.

“I should have known you’d come,” Hiei spat the words like they were acid.

Kurama didn’t seem to mind as he stroked his long fingers through Hiei’s spiked hair. “You should have known that you couldn’t lure him with such base tactics. Yusuke needs more than animalistic lust and a willing body to sate it, Kurama softly admonished him. Kurama sighed and stroked the small apparition’s head again, “I know you could give him more-- and intended to. But you know Yusuke‘s, not exceptionally bright, he didn’t realize.”

“I could have offered anything. He still would have chosen his female. Even if he didn’t love her, he’d stay with her out of loyalty alone.” Hiei laughed bitterly, “The most tragic thing is, if he had left her, then it would mean he wasn’t the man I thought he was, the man….”

“That you love,” Kurama finished it for him.

Hiei didn’t reply. He leaned his head back to rest on Kurama’s chest as he stared up the sky. The purple was far deeper now, tingeing royal blue. It would be night soon.

Yusuke wondered aimlessly about the city. At first, all he could do was simmer in his own anger. But as the night came on and cooled the air, so did his temper. He remembered leaving Hiei in the dirt and started to feel guilty. He didn’t have to reject him so harshly. He was just so mixed up. Hiei was so cute, not just his looks but his personality too. Yes, Hiei was so cantankerous it actually came full circle and became cute. When Yusuke was with him, he couldn’t ignore that burning desire to be closer to him, to touch him. Yusuke wondered how much of that was attributed to the pheromones. But then again, as Kuwabara pointed out, he always had this inexplicable affinity for the man. That mission at Maze Castle, he was surprised to see Hiei there, but happy. That should have been weird because the last time he’d seen the demon before that, he’d kidnapped Keiko and was trying to kill him. And then Hiei vowed to have his revenge on him. His fondness for the demon didn’t wane a bit. That was before Yusuke became a demon, so demon pheromones wouldn’t have been affecting him. What was it then?

Yusuke was so caught up in his thoughts he had not been playing attention to where feet were taking him. Until he heard the tinkling of bells as a shop door closed behind him. He realized with a shock he was in the Yukimura’s noodle shop.

“We’re closed,” the brunette with her back to the door said flatly.

“Keiko,” Yusuke named her, his voice sounding flat in his own ears.

“Yusuke, what are you doing here?” She asked him as she leaned on the counter in front of him. He was instantly assaulted by her perfume. She was wearing more than usual, most likely to cover the smell of sweat from her working. He would have preferred the sweat.

“Keiko, I-I have something I need to say to you,” Yusuke licked his lips, “I… I can’t stand the smell of your perfume!”

Keiko frowned and crossed her arms, “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s too strong is all,” Yusuke told her. That’s right Yusuke tactful, tactful. “You know being a demon and all, my nose is real sensitive. That kind of smell… is a bit of a put off.”

“Kind of smell?” Keiko’s frown deepened.

Yusuke hastened to explain, “Yeah you know it’s supposed to smell like good stuff, like flowers and fruit, but it’s artificial, so all I can smell is chemical funk.”

“Funk?!” Keiko exploded, “You came all the way over here to tell me I smell like FUNK!”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be honest with you,” Yusuke defined himself, I was trying to nice about it too I could have told you, it’s like sniffing Mr. Clean’s armpit!” Yusuke clamped his hand over his mouth realizing he’s messed up.

“Yusuke, you jerk!”

A few minutes latter after Yusuke dislodged a napkin holder from his throat, they sat at the counter. Keiko started, “You didn’t really come all this way to talk about my perfume did you?”

Yusuke shook his head, “I just started with that to kind of clear the air-- uh, no pun intended.”

“What is it then?”

Yusuke took her hands in his, “Do you want to marry me?”

Keiko gave him an un-amused look, “You don’t have to butter me up with one of your fake proposals. I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“No, no, I meant, do you think we’re ever really going to get married?” Yusuke clarified.

“I don’t know,” Keiko shrugged, “I guess.”

“‘I guess’,” Yusuke snorted, “Aren’t we a passionate couple.”

“That’s not fair, you know I care about you,” Keiko protested, “Or do I have to remind you of who took care of you while you were dead?”

“I’m not saying we don’t care about each other. I’m just saying that maybe we’re not… I don’t know.” Yusuke fell into a flustered silence. Then, “We kissed that one time on the beach after I came back from demon world, but we haven’t since. Why?”

“I don’t know,” Keiko squirmed, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, “It just seems kind of weird--”

“How is it weird for a boyfriend and girlfriend to kiss?” Yusuke shot.

As usual, Keiko went on the offence, “Hey you haven’t tried nothing either so don’t go getting mad at me, bucko.”

“I’m not mad,” Yusuke muttered, “I think….”

“What?” Keiko couldn’t hear him.

“I said,” Yusuke raised his voice, “I think I’m gay!”

Keiko let out a nervous laugh, “Why would you think that?

Yusuke shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe because I spent last night rolling around naked with one of my best friends.”

Keiko held her hand up to her mouth in astonishment, “You and Kurama!”

“Kurama?” Yusuke’s face fell, “No! Why does everyone assume he’s gay? No, it was Hiei. H-I-E-I. Hiei.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Just ‘oh’? No yelling, screaming, flying kitchen appliances?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so surprised,” Keiko held her hands up to her oddly blushing cheeks, “I don’t know him very well, but I guess it makes sense. You two do seem to have some sort of chemistry together. He has that cold personality that screams Seme and nothing attracts a cool Seme like a wild brash attitude Uke, like you. Oh dear, here I am assuming you’re the Uke. I’m sorry. Hiei-san looks like he’d be an Uke too, because he’s so cute. Oh, could you image the faces he’d make when you shoved your-- Of course you can always have an equal relationship, switch roles OMG that would be so hot!”

Yusuke stared slightly frightened at the girl that up until now he thought he knew. “Seme? Uke? Why do I get the feeling that if I go up to your room right now, I’d find a big old stack of Yaoi Manga under your bed?”

“Actually they’re on a shelf in my closet,” She confessed, “I also have some downloaded on my computer. And while we’re being honest, I also write Gundam-Wing fanfiction under the name Steel_in_Love. Botan got me into it, her penname’s deathscythe_in_pink, cute huh?”

“What no Inuyasha fanfics?” Yusuke grinned nervously.

“I read I few, but they seem kind of silly when you happen to know real demons,” Keiko sighed, “Especially Kurama, he out bishies them all-- you sure you’re not involved with him?”

“No!” Yusuke squeaked. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with her.

She sighed, “That’s a shame.”

“Keiko are you really okay with this?” Yusuke felt both relieved and anxious about her reaction.

She nodded, “Yeah. It’s funny, if it were a girl you were messing around with, I might have been upset, but since it’s a guy… I don’t know. It’s like you were never in my league anyway so I didn’t really lose. In any case I’m just happy you decided to talk to me about it instead of making up reasons why I’ such a bad girlfriend. Turn me into a villain so that you can go to the one you love without my broken heart on your conscience.”

“That’s another thing,” Yusuke scratched his head, “I’m not sure if what I feel for him is… love. It’s a complicated and weird demon thing. He’s got these, um, pheromone things and, god, his smell just drives me up the wall, and so I thought that was it. But I don’t know. Even before I became a demon there was this… thing between us.”

“What sort of ‘thing’?” Keiko asked.

Yusuke frowned trying to find the words to describe it. He said hesitantly, “I don’t know why he does the things he does. I don’t know his reasons or what drives him. I really don’t know much about him at all. He keeps stuff to himself, ya know. He’s got so many secrets, but Keiko, I don‘t think I‘ve ever doubted him.”

Keiko looked like she was about to cry, “Yusuke, that is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!” She flung her arms around him in a glomming hug. “Can I use that in my fanfic? It would be the perfect thing for Duo to say about Heero.”

“Do I know you?” Yusuke asked exasperated, “I talking about real problems here?”

“Oh, sorry go on.”

“As I was saying, Hiei and I have been through a lot of shit together. I totally like hanging with him. And I’d trust with my life. But that isn’t love it’s just friendship, right?”

Keiko tapped her chin, “But wouldn’t you want your lover to be someone you’ve been through a lot with, like to be around, and trust? If you think about it the qualifications for a lover and a friend are exactly the same. The only difference is the addition of sexual attraction.”

“Yeah and that’s the problem,” Yusuke threw his hands up in the air, “I don’t know if I’m attracted to him or just his god damn smell!”

Keiko snapped her fingers, “I got it. Back in a second.” She got up and sprinted through the curtain that lead upstairs to her family’s apartment. A few minutes she reappeared bearing a slim metal tube about four inches long with bullet shaped tip.

“Keiko, I don’t need THAT sort of thing!” Yusuke blushed.

She looked at him in question for a second and then looked at the tube, “This is my perfume, you pervert!” She removed the rounded end to reveal an atomizing spray nozzle. She explained, “If this smells as bad as say you say it does, and he wore it, you wouldn’t be able to stand to go near him-- unless you really love him.”

“Well forbid it for me to argue with the logic of a Yaoi fanfic writer,” Yusuke muttered and took the bottle. “So lets say that I am, somehow… in love with Hiei. What if he doesn’t feel the same? Maybe he just wanted to fool around.”

“That’s your call,” Keiko shook here head seriously, “Yusuke, if it doesn’t work out between the two of you, you can always…”

“Yeah.”

She grinned, “You can always try Kurama.”

After a while and a few well wishes from Keiko, Yusuke was on his way. Weighting the tube in his hand, Yusuke could see the reasoning behind Keiko’s plan. Her perfume was definitely noxious enough to counteract the affects of Hiei’s pheromones. Then he could just see Hiei and only Hiei. Before that however he had to figure out how was going to go about getting the perfume on him. After the way he treated Hiei, the guy probably high tailed it back to demon world. It would be a wonder if he saw him again this century.

As fate would have it, Yusuke did not have to worry about finding Hiei, because the small apparition was waiting for him at his apartment. As Yusuke approached Hiei hopped off the rail he’d been perched on, held up his hands as a sigh that he came in peace.

“I understand that you’ve made your decision, and I’m not going to press you on it. I just needed to clear something up with you, before I return to Makai,” Hiei reported. “Hear me out and I promise I‘ll never bother you again.”

“Hiei,” Yusuke stared at him blankly. He hadn’t a clue what the smaller apparition was going to tell him.

Hiei continued, “I… wasn’t very forthright with you before. I made it seem like I was only offering you my body, but truthfully… it’s more than that. Do you understand what I‘m saying?”

Yusuke continued to just stare at him blankly.

“How can you be so thickheaded?” Hiei’s temper snapped and he made a move to hit Yusuke. But Yusuke ducked and grabbed the enraged man around the middle. The next thing Hiei knew he was pinned up against the wall of the apartment complex and there was this terrible smell, like rotten apples and bug spray. “Ugh! What is that?!”

“Keiko’s perfume,” Yusuke told him.

“First you want her to smell like me, now you want me to smell like her. What is wrong with you?” Hiei spat.

Yusuke couldn’t help but laugh at that adorably indignant look on Hiei’s face. That’s right, Hiei was adorable. Yusuke could still see it, even with the small apparition’s scent masked by the perfume. Yusuke moved his face close to Hiei and inhaled deeply. The muscles of his abdomen gave a protesting spasm in an attempt to force the foul air out and nearly forcing the contents of his stomach along with it. Yusuke had to turn his head away to gasp at the clean air. Hiei stared up at Yusuke, one eye twitching and a slight look of horror crossing his face. He was so cute.

“C-can I try kissing you?” Yusuke asked nervously.

“If you promise not to throw up in the middle of it,” Hiei responded warily.

Yusuke forced a smile, “I’ll try.” He dipped his head to press his lips softly against Hiei’s. A funny little knot turned in Yusuke’s stomach as Hiei opened his lips to him. It wasn’t nausea from the perfume either. It was a thrilling sensation he got as his mind squealed, I’m kissing Hiei! Hiei. Kissing. Me! It was still a shock even though he had done it several times before. Hiei’s lips were still as soft as he remembered, in fact, Yusuke was even more aware of the fact without the smell of the pheromones driving him to move on to greater pleasures. He savored this one. Hiei moved his lips with Yusuke’s. A hot velvety little tongue darted out to tickle his lips. As Hiei pulled away, Yusuke moaned for the loss.

“Yusuke,” Hiei said, “You do realize that what I’m offering you is more than just sex.”

“What are you offering me?” Yusuke asked. He wasn’t so dense that he hadn’t figured it out by this point. Still he wanted to hear it in plain words. He needed to hear it.

“You are not going to make me say that…,” Hiei bristled.

Yusuke wouldn’t yield, “What are you offering me?”

“My… heart,” Hiei blushed and buried his face in his hand and moaned, “God, I can’t believe I said that. Can I curl up in a in a hole and die now?”

“You meant it though,” Yusuke clasped Hiei’s shoulders. Something warm was brewing in his stomach. It was thrilling and somewhat painful, but kind of wonderful. Hiei looked up at him and answered with just the slightest jerk of his head. Yes, he meant it. At the moment it was like something burst in Yusuke’s chest, letting that warm, painful, thrilling, and oh so wonderful feeling flood to every inch of his body. He felt as if he were filled helium and would float away if not for the magnetism that drew him to the man before him. In a fevered rush he pinned Hiei tighter to the wall and reclaimed his lips more passionately than he ever had before.

But there was the perfume. He pulled back reluctantly and said, “Damn you reek. Shower?”

“Only if you’re coming with me,” Hiei husked.

“Deal!” Yusuke grinned and scooped Hiei up. Carrying him bridal style, Yusuke dashed up to his apartment, unlocked the door and stole away inside. He didn’t put Hiei down until they reached the bathroom. Once on his feet, Hiei moved his hands to undress himself. His scarf and coat were removed as one with a quick yank and discarded without flourish. Without pause he moved to start unbuckling the belts on his pants. Yusuke would have liked for the little strip show to have dragged out a little longer, or even better he’d be the one to strip Hiei rather than just watch. But the smell of that blasted perfume was getting worse as it became heated by Hiei’s body. Yusuke could tell by the sickly paleness of Hiei’s features that the smell was getting to him as well. It was best to let him rid himself of those clothes as soon as possible. The last of the belts gave way and Hiei let his pants fall. He kicked them off to join the others in a pile of clothes on floor. They would need a good washing if he was ever to wear them again--

That’s if I ever let him wear clothes again, Yusuke’s mind trilled. Hiei was just the same as he appeared to him the day before, still beautiful in spite of the stench that lay on him. Arms, shoulders, and chest chiseled into perfection by all those years of swinging a sword. Artists have spent a lifetimes trying to replicate that kind of beauty in stone. Yusuke reached out, placing his hand on that chest. No stone here, it was warm living flesh. His hand fell to skim along Hiei’s slim waist and over the slight swell of his hips. Truly it was shame that Hiei should have covered such a beautiful body in those baggy, ill fitted clothes of his.

Hiei abruptly stepped back from his touch, moving to turn on the shower. He shot back over his shoulder, “What the hell are you waiting for? Or do you plan to shower in your cloths?”

Yusuke glanced down at himself, feeling rather silly. He was still fully dressed. Yes, the hotty of century wants to take a shower with him and he’s still dressed. Well, that was easily remedied. Yusuke peeled off his shirt and quickly shucked off his pants. No need to worry about underwear, he was Sergeant Yusuke today, going commando. As soon as he was naked he followed Hiei into the shower stall and shut the glass door behind him. It was a small shower; really, it was like bathing in a phone booth. So the two men had no choice but to be smashed up against each other. Not that it mattered, even if they had the entire ocean to bathe in the two still would have been clung to each other as if they were trying to crawl into each other’s skins.

Yusuke reached up to the shelf above the shower, blindly groping for the bottle of Zest body wash. Yes, Yusuke used body wash. He has a shower puff too. His philosophy was that any man who thought he was too manly to exfoliate was probably just in denial about his shortcomings as a man. Well, his exact words were, “Having rough skin isn’t gonna make your dick any bigger.” Anyway, Yusuke found his body wash and poured it liberally over Hiei. Already the crisp clean smell of soap was battling back the obtrusive odor of the perfume. Yusuke lathered the soap on Hiei’s skin with his hands-- what let his silly shower puff steal the privilege of getting to touch Hiei everywhere? Never.

Even as Yusuke’s hands mapped out Hiei’s body, Hiei’s navigated Yusuke’s. His small, strong, wonderful hands sought out his weak points with such precision. It was if he’d studied a map of them beforehand. His hand fell on Yusuke’s inflated manhood. He griped it and gave it and agonizingly slow pull. It wasn’t long before Hiei had teased Yusuke beyond the point of reason. It was at that point Hiei husked into Yusuke’s chest, “Take me to bed.”

Literally one second later, Hiei was on his back in Yusuke’s bed. The move had been so swift that even Hiei had been disorientated for a moment after-- especially since water was still dripping down on him even though he was no longer in the shower. It was the water dripping off of Yusuke as he loomed over his soon to be lover. In his haste to get Hiei into bed, he had not bothered to dry them off. He would have to change the sheets later, but who cares? Yusuke dropped his face to snuffle at Hiei’s neck. Hiei’s scent laced with Zest flooded his senses, making him growl.

“Hiei,” Yusuke panted, “What do I do now?”

Hiei rolled his eyes, “God I’m being seduced by a moron.” With a quick pop of his hips, he flipped their positions. Yusuke was on his back and Hiei sat astride his middle. He wasted no time leaning down and capturing Yusuke’s lips. Savagely, brutally he forced his way into Yusuke’s mouth. He reached behind him taking Yusuke’s straining manhood into his nimble little hand. Yusuke both blessed and cursed that hand for all the pleasure it gave him.

Hiei kissed Yusuke breathless before pulling back and demanding, “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” Yusuke sobbed breathlessly. “AHH!”

Without warning Hiei had impaled himself on Yusuke’s hard rod. He gritted his teeth against the pain of penetration. Yusuke’s hands flew to his hips to prevent him from descending farther. He gasped, “Hiei… Why?”

“Because I love you, you dolt,” Hiei hissed.

“Oh Hiei,” Yusuke sighed bundling the smaller apparition close to him, “I love you too.”

“You do?” Hiei looked down on him, his red eyes half surprised and pleading for Yusuke to tell him what he said was true.

“Yeah,” Yusuke reached up and touched his face. A happy lump caught in his throat as it dawned on him that yes, it was true. “I love you, Hiei.”

Carefully and without withdrawing from Hiei, Yusuke rolled them over. Yusuke gave him one last chaste kiss on the lips and muttered, “You ready?”

“I’ll feed you to my dragon, if you don‘t start moving your ass right now,” Hiei warned.

Yusuke laughed nervously. Even with a dick up his ass, Hiei could still make threats. Yusuke took a deep breath and pulled his member partway out of Hiei. The tight friction made him shutter. Hiei must have felt it too because he released a sound that sounded suspiciously like a purr. Taking that as encouragement, Yusuke snapped his hips forward, sinking deeper into Hiei.

“Yes!” Hiei called out, “That’s how you do it. More!”

Yusuke did he motion again, this time sinking even deeper into that tight clenching canal. Hiei was so hot, and so tight it was a wonder that Yusuke wasn’t hurting him. Hiei wasn’t acting like he was in pain. He was acting like he was in heat, begging Yusuke to take him faster. It was a request that Yusuke gladly obliged. Yusuke buried his face into Hiei’s soft hair, inhaling his scent while rocking into him. Hiei’s arousal was rubbing against his stomach, leaving a sticky little trail on his skin. Yusuke reached down and grasped Hiei’s member, giving it a few good strokes. Hiei writhed and cried out indecipherably as gooey white fluid spilled from his madly pulsing member to drip down over Yusuke’s hand. It was all too much for Yusuke, the smell, the heat, the delightful moans spilling from those pretty pink lips. Yusuke slammed himself into Hiei one more time and felt the life drain out of him as he released inside his lover.

“Ah, damn,” Yusuke panted when it was over. He pulled out of Hiei with a messy wet smack. He repeated, “Ah, damn.”

Hiei didn’t respond he was too busy floating in a realm of pure bliss. His half lidded eyes took on focus though when Yusuke pulled him into his arms.

“What?” Hiei looked confused. He obviously wasn’t familiar with the human custom of post-sex cuddling.

“I want to hold you,” Yusuke said. He wasn’t going to use the word ‘cuddle’. He wasn’t that stupid. Yusuke tentatively asked, “You still planning on disappearing back to Makai?”

Hiei frowned, “You do realize that if I stay around we’ll keep… doing this. What about that female of yours?”

“I think we broke up,” Yusuke told him.

“What?!” Hiei gaped.

“Yeah, I told her about me and you and she encouraged me to go for it. Isn’t she awesome? As a matter a fact that perfume thing was her idea-- kinda a test to see if I loved you or just your smell. Its you, by the way.” Yusuke was on the verge of hysterical laughter, “Turns out our sweet little Keiko’s a deranged Yaoi fan-girl. She wants me to nail you and then tell her how it was, so she can post it on her blog. Oh yeah, and if we could possibly have three way with Kurama she’d be ecstatic.”

Hiei’s countenance took on a mischievous gleam, in his eyes, “Does she now? I suppose that can be arranged. Fox-boy has a video camera, should we film it for her too?”

“Yeah, you, me, and foxy getting it on in front of a video camera,” Yusuke laughed. “Like that’d ever happen.”

“My thoughts exactly-- though I suppose she does deserve something,” Hiei purred as he slipped his lips over Yusuke’s, “I finally got you, and its all thanks to her and that god-awful perfume.”

END
A/N: I got the idea for this story while standing in the perfume aisle at the Wal-mart. Ha, a whole story centered around Keiko’s perfume! It was probably one of the stupidest trains of thought I’ve ever ridden, so of course I have to go with it-- just for the fun it! Hope you had fun too. Please review.