Nympho from Outer Space

A/N; Because the Blue Penguin asked for it.
Nympho from Outer Space

“!WARNING!!WARNING!” Bright red letters flashed on the console. “ERROR IN MAIN DRIVE!”

The driver of the one man shuttle cursed as he punched the keys on the control pad and barked, “Computer, reconfigure hole calculations.”

“INSUFFICIENT DATA,” the computer read out.

“Then turn on your blinking sensors and re-measure the hole,” he snapped at the screen.

The screen blinked, “INCONCLUSIVE DATA. WARNING! WARPDRIVE MALFUNTION!”

This was serious. He pounded the keyboard and urged, “Run emergency diagnostic! Re-run code protocol!” He couldn’t radio for help from the rest of the armada because they were in the middle of a warp jump and the temporally black hole effect of the feat prevented radio waves from traveling from one ship to another.

“TOO LATE. DESTABILIZATION IMMINENT. SO LONG LOSER.” With that there was a whirling sound and the console lowered itself into its escape shoot. With a pop, it jettisoned out into the sub-space where it would use its onboard propulsion to reconvene with the rest of the armada.

“Cowardly piece of scrap!” He raged, “Who’s bright idea was it to put self-willed AI computers in our ships anyway?!” Without the computer his abilities to maneuver where diminished to turn left, turn right, go up, and go down. He had no way to navigate through the worm hole. In other words, he was spiraling out of control, bouncing off the walls that separated reality from oblivion, and drifting farther and farther from the armada with no way of knowing where in the universe-- because it could be anywhere, even at the heart of a sun-- that he would land.
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“I’m home,” Yusuke called as he stepped into the house. He dropped his coat and hat on the bench and ruffled his fingers threw his thick black hair, causing the strands to come loose from their gelled hold.

Almost immediately his roommate Kurama intercepted him with a warm smile and a “Welcome home. Did you have good day?”

“Eh, not bad,” Yusuke shrugged in reply, “But not the best, ya know.”

Kurama had been his roommate since collage. He was a tall redheaded man with startlingly beautiful green eyes-- actually everything about him was beautiful, from his lithe, subtly muscular build to his delicately sculpted face.

It was a wonder to Yusuke that he didn’t have a girlfriend-- Not that Kurama didn’t have offers. He had lots of dates, but he seldom saw the same girl twice. Not that Yusuke was complaining. If he had a girlfriend, she might want him to move in with her and then Yusuke would be out a roommate. The place was only a one bedroom affair with a small living room, kitchenette, and a relatively spacious bath. They shared the bedroom by putting two twin beds in it. Despite how modest, Yusuke couldn’t afford the rent alone. He needed Kurama for his half of the rent-- and confidently, after having lived him for so many years, Yusuke had couldn’t imagine coming home and not being greeted by the redhead.

“Dinner will ready in about twenty minutes,” Kurama told him. Kurama got home from work several hours before Yusuke, so he always made dinner. “If you’d like to take a bath before we eat, I’ve already gotten the tub ready for you.”

“Awe, thanks,” Yusuke headed for the aforementioned bath. Kurama did stuff like this for him all the time. What a nice guy. “What we having, anyway?” He called into the next room. He didn’t need to call very loudly because he left the door open as he disrobed. It wasn’t like Kurama hadn’t seen him naked before. In such close quarters it’s inevitable.

“Stouffer’s Lasagna,” Kurama said, heading back to cheek on the food. “So, it was a boring day at work, huh? Nothing interesting to report?”

“Well, I did bump into Keiko.” There was a clatter in the next room. Keiko was Yusuke‘s ex-girlfriend. “Uh, you okay, Kurama?”

“Fine, just dropped something,” He called back sounding a bit shaken, “Did you talk to her?”

“A bit. She asked how you were doing. I said fine.”

“Did you talk about anything but me?” Kurama asked. Of course not. Kurama and Yusuke had had this conversation before. Kurama thought Yusuke and Keiko should talk so as to repair their fractured relationship, or at least get some closure out of it. But Yusuke didn’t even want to talk about talking.

“Is that Lasagna ready yet?” Yusuke changed the subject

“Yes, but it needs to cool down,” Kurama said. “Oh by the way, your favorite sweats just came back from the laundry. I left them on your bed.”

He headed for the bedroom door just as Yusuke was striding out the adjacent bathroom door and they collided. Kurama grabbed Yusuke to help stabilize him, but wound up spinning him and pinning him on the wall. At some point Yusuke lost his towel. Though he couldn’t look down to see where it had landed because his eyes had fallen onto Kurama’s green eyes and he just couldn’t look away. Kurama’s eyes seemed to be similarly locked onto his brown ones. Yusuke became very aware of every inch of Kurama’s body pressed to his. His bare skin could feel the heat radiating through the redhead’s clothing. And he felt a certain stirring in his nether regions.

At length Yusuke mumbled, “Kurama….”

“My, aren’t we getting clumsy,” Kurama stepped back, “Perhaps some fresh air and exercise will set me right. I think I’ll go for a walk while I-- while the food cools off.” With that he was out the door.

“Okay,” Yusuke shook himself, “I don’t think he noticed.”

Nonetheless he was embarrassed as he strode into the bedroom and pulled his sweats on, trying to ignore the fledgling bulge that had developed in that operative area. That however, became very difficult as his mind repeatedly replayed the memory of Kurama’s intense stare and the sensation of his hot body pressed to him. He walked out onto the patio outside the living room. It was a cool clear night with lots of stars out. He was so hard.

Yusuke’s body had a tendency to react like that to men, in spite himself. And by some lunacy he also had to live with one of the most gorgeous creatures on earth, Kurama. Now Yusuke wouldn’t describe himself as gay-- but he should! He tried dating a girl, Keiko, and he did legitimately like her as a person. But sensually he found himself generally disinterested in her body. He muddled through sex with her a few times, but in the end he knew that he couldn’t keep it up-- literally! The failure of their relationship was directly linked to his physical aloofness. Kurama didn’t know that.

He was up now. It didn’t seem that it would be going down by itself anytime soon. Yusuke debated masturbating. But it would be awkward if Kurama came home and found him jacking off in the backyard. Then again it would still be awkward when he came home and found him with a raging boner. All this trouble because Kurama rubbed against him a little!

“Man, I need to get laid.” Yusuke snorted as he looked up into the night sky, It was an ironic statement because Yusuke, however brave enough to face down an entire gang of thugs-- and he had done that during his wild youth-- had not ever been brave enough to seek out male companionship of the intimate persuasion.

Just then a light streaked across the sky, a shooting star? Yusuke grinned to himself and said, “I wish for a hot-ass boyfriend.”

That was when the light got brighter and bigger. “Fuck!” Yusuke spat. It was coming right for him! He dove down behind the low brick wall where Kurama kept some potted plants. In the next second there was crash, the ground shook, and Kurama’s plants dumped over Yusuke’s back.

“Holy…” Yusuke couldn’t even finish his profanity. Resting in a shallow crater was something that resembled a great metallic egg. A crashed satellite, perhaps? But no, satellites didn’t look like that! With a hiss the egg cracked-- it was a hatch, but the hull was warped, making the door stick. There was somebody in there and they might be hurt! Yusuke rushed to help, but the heat of the metal seared his palms. He dashed to the garage, grabbed Kurama’s gardening basket and returned. He found a pair of thick leather gloves, put them on and started to pull at the jammed hatch. It opened. Inside there was a chair before a console, and a prone figure laying in it.

“A space suit!” Yusuke gasped. Maybe it was a satellite after all. He found the latch on the helmet and removed it. He was about to asked if the astronaut was okay when he saw the other’s face, then his words caught in his throat.

He was cute, really cute, with a pert little noise, small pink mouth and wild raven colored hair. But it was his eyes that really struck Yusuke, he had three of them. “An alien!”

The other opened his eyes and choked out some bizarre words that Yusuke didn’t understand. He licked his lips and tried again, he choked, “Tight.”

“Tight?” Yusuke repeated dumbly as he looked down at the struggling figure. Then it struck him. The other couldn’t get up. He couldn’t even bend his limbs. His suit was designed to supply pressure in the vacuum of space, but in the regular pressured atmosphere it was crushing him!

Yusuke fumbled around looking for latches or valves, but couldn’t figure out how to open the thing. Meanwhile the cute three eyed boy was turning blue and Yusuke had the sneaking suspicion he wasn’t supposed to do that. In a moment of desperation, he snatched a sharp pruning knife from Kurama’s gardening basket. He set it at the neck of the suit and sliced down. A voluminous gust of air rushed out. The thing popped like a balloon. The alien astronaut wore nothing under his suit.

“Oh wow,” Yusuke couldn’t help but mutter. If he thought the other’s face was nice, his body was fantastic. Arms, legs, and chest were all toned to perfection. Well astronauts were supposed to be in good shape. But the real kicker was that he was also so tiny. Yusuke could easy pick him up and hold him folded in his arms. In fact he did.

The other shivered violently, too much to be from just the cool air. Before Yusuke had to ask, he shuttered in a voice deeper than Yusuke had expected of him, “It’s shock. Free fall… depressurization… must balance body chemicals.”

“How do we do that?” Yusuke pressed.

“Electromagnetic Synapses Stimulator.”

“A what?”

“A device… that helps the brain release chemicals,” the other gasped out, “Need to release endorphins…. Do you have a device that does that?”

“Endorphins, you say?” Yusuke didn’t know much about body chemistry, but he knew about endorphins! Yusuke was abruptly reminded of the erection he’d been suffering earlier and found that it had not completely waned.

“I need it… so bad,” The other practically moaned through his luscious pink lips.

Something in Yusuke’s head snapped. He said, “You want it? You got it.”

He lifted the naked little alien out of his seat, carried him into the house, the bedroom and laid him down on his bed. The other lay sprawled, panting from between reddened lips. A layer of sweet smelling sweat coated his skin and a blush colored his face. It was probably his state of shock that provided these affects, but damned if they didn’t make him look sexy anyway.

In less than a second, Yusuke pushed his pants down his thighs and plunged in between the other’s legs.

“Whah!” The other exclaimed as Yusuke entered him with one thrust. The sound seemed to be more from surprise than pain. Indeed, his adrenaline levels must be so high at that moment that he could barely perceive pain, even when being penetrated without lube or preparation.

“Oh my god,” Yusuke moaned. The heat, the pressure, the steady beating of his pulse, and random clenching of his channel, there was nothing like it! Yusuke was sure that he had just crash-landed into heaven.

The other whined, catching Yusuke’s attention. He was biting his lip in desperation as he tossed his head back and forth and tremors rocked his tiny frame. He needed his completion and the life saving endorphins now. That was okay, Yusuke didn’t think he could have drug this out even if he wanted to.

“I got ya,” He husked as he reached between them and grasped the other’s manhood. He was pleasantly surprised to find it hard and leaking. “All… almost… there, Oh!” Yusuke groaned.

“AHH!” Other cried out just then as the greatest of his tremors rocked his body. His essence flowed hotly over Yusuke’s hand as his channel clamped down on Yusuke’s prodding manhood.

“Oh fuck, oh shit!” Yusuke howled as he continued to pound into that strange little body, until his essence exploded from his body. A few minutes of panting later Yusuke asked, “How was that?”

“Crude, but effective,” the other husked dryly. There was clear fatigue in his voice, but no sign of his previous discomfort. Yusuke could safely assume that his shocked state had abated.

“Uh, sorry. Usually on this planet we introduce ourselves before we... uh,” Yusuke said, “My name’s Yusuke Urameshi. What‘s yours?”

The other stared at him for a minute. “Call me Hiei.”

Hiei expressed a preference for keeping warm, which Yusuke used as a pretense to snuggle up to him. It was a nice way to rest while he enjoyed the post-sexual bliss that had washed over his body. He enjoyed it so much he fell asleep next to Hiei and forgot to think of how to explain all this to Kurama when he returned.

When that happened Yusuke was awoken by loud thud; a lamp being knocked over by Kurama’s elbow. He had been sleeping on his side, spooned up against Hiei’s back, both still buck naked. Yusuke had his leg thrown over Hiei’s hip and in the course of his slumber his hand had crept over Hiei’s hip and between his thighs where it tenderly cradled Hiei’s presently passive parts.

Of course this position changed quickly once Yusuke became aware of Kurama’s presence. He sat up, ready to declare the cliché, “It’s not what it looks like!” But that would have been a lie because it was exactly what it looked like!

“What are--” Kurama started to inanely ask what he was doing with a naked man in his bed, but that was sort of obvious. So he asked the next inane question that came to mind, “Uh, who is this?”

“That‘s, uh kinda a long story,” Yusuke replied lamely.

“Long story? I was gone twenty minutes!” Kurama exclaimed.

“Ugh! Keep it down, will you?” Hiei stirred, “You primitive life forms might not understand this but I’ve had the hard-day.”

Yusuke blurted it all out, “He’s an alien, you see. Look he’s got three eyes! His ship crashed it our back yard-- it’s still there if ya don’t believe me-- and he was in shock and needed a quick shot of endorphins and this was the only way I could think to do it.”

Kurama held up one finger as if to say, “Hold that thought,” and walked out of the room. He was gone just long enough to have walked out to the back yard and then he was back, his fair face paler than Yusuke had ever seen before. “There’s a crashed space ship in our back yard.”

“Told ya!”

“We need to call the authorities,” Kurama shook his head, “They’ll need to know if there are going to be others coming for him.”

“There isn’t anyone coming for me,” Hiei interjected grumpily for having been woken up, “Some genius decided it was a good idea to put the black box devise in the onboard computer, which jettisoned itself when my craft malfunctioned. So my unit wouldn‘t know where to find me even if they cared to-- which I suspect they don‘t.”

“Hey, I just realized something,” Yusuke piped up, “How come you can speak our language?”

Hiei rolled his eyes like it was the stupidest question in the galaxy. “Sympathetic telepathy. Most advance intergalactic species have it. I simply pick the words I need out of your brains.”

“You can read minds!” Kurama gaped.

“If you mean, can I tell what you’re thinking right now or probe into your innermost private thoughts? No.” Hiei clarified, “The mind is too complex to pick out specifics like that. It’s impressions I get; ambient thought that is routine nearly to the point of subconscious, such as the matching of words to their proper meanings. Now if this Q and A is over, I‘d like to get some more sleep.” He yawned and rolled over.

That was it for the night. Yusuke was obliged to put on some pants and sleep in the living room and let Hiei have his bed. The next morning they dragged Hiei’s ship into the garage, safe from prying eyes. But then Yusuke had to go to work, having been scheduled for the morning shift, leaving Kurama to watch Hiei. By fortune that happened to be the redheads day off.

Kurama stood in the garage watching the small man pace around the craft. He was wearing one of Yusuke‘s T-shirts, which nearly swallowed his diminutive frame, and a pair of rolled up jeans. They also fixed a rolled up dew-rag over the third eye in the middle of his forehead. Should the neighbors peek over the fence, it wouldn’t do for them to spot a three eyed man in their yard.

“Can you fix it?” Kurama asked.

“I’m not a mechanic,” Hiei looked at him like he was stupid, “All I know is that when I turn it on and it goes.”

“A simple no would have sufficed,” Kurama said dryly.

Hiei went on, “The hull is cracked. The thrust drive is locked up. And the stabilizers are shot. On top of that it’s out of CIP. So, even if I did have the tools and know-how I still wouldn’t be able to get the damned thing off the ground.”

“CIP?” Kurama tilted his head.

“Contra-Iron Particles,” Hiei said off handedly as he climbed into the cab of his ship, “I think you call it the ‘anti-matter’? They make it by throwing powdered iron into an artificial black hole and that turns it inside out-- or something like that. Then they toss it together with regular iron and it explodes, creating like a small sun. That’s what powers the ship. It burned out just to get me here in one piece. Damn. I can‘t believe nobody thought to put an emergency radio or signal box in this thing.”

“Anti-matter powered engines! There are theories on that here, but no one thought it would work, because there’s no way to store or handle it without it detonating,” Kurama gaped. “But of course, you must do it magnetically. That’s why you use iron and not some other substance. But still that sort of thing is light-years ahead of our technology.”

“So, no CIP to be had here. I’m stuck with you and Yusuke,” Hiei said off handedly.

The mention of Yusuke’s name had an abrupt effect on Kurama. He was suddenly reminded of the state that he had discovered Yusuke and this man in the night before. It had been like a shock to the solar plexus. They never talked about it. The fact that Hiei was an alien that had crash-landed in their backyard sort of overshadowed the issue. Kurama tried to put it out of his mind as he watched Hiei scour the inside cabin of his ship.

“Yes,” Hiei said abruptly, startling Kurama. He stopped what he was doing to skew up his face as if struggling with a term, which of course he was pulling from Kurama’s own mind, “The ‘homo-ass-fuck?’ You want to know if Yusuke and I did the ‘homo-ass-fuck’ together. Such an awkward vernacular that, ‘homo-ass-fuck.’ You haven‘t a more eloquent term?”

“Well there is the word ‘sodomy’,” Kurama said momentary stunned by the naïve frankness in which this visitor spoke about male on male sex-- and the fact that he more or less told him that he had engaged in it with Yusuke! Of all people, Kurama would never have thought that Yusuke would be into that-- and with somebody who literally just fell out of the sky! He and Yusuke had lived together since he was in collage. If he had those sorts of inclinations why hadn’t he--?

“You want him, don’t you?” Hiei said, for the first time giving Kurama his full attention. “You want to do the homo-- er, the sodomy with him.”

“That’s a wild accusation,” Kurama said as coolly as he could.

“Accusation?” Hiei snorted as he moved uncomfortably close, “I’m picking these things up right out of your head. Or did you forget about my abilities?”

Kurama frowned, “I thought you said you could only pick up ambient thought, unconscious, routine thoughts that run below the surface.”

“True,” Hiei nodded, “This is just that. Your desire for Yusuke runs so deep and constant that it has ingrained itself in you like a second language.”

Kurama’s cheeks tinted to match his hair. Could he deny what Hiei just said? It was true that he looked forward to seeing Yusuke come home everyday. When Yusuke had a girlfriend, Kurama was morose for whenever she took his company from him. But then when they broke up he felt guilty about being happy to have Yusuke all to himself again. So, much that he urged Yusuke to try to make amends with her.

Of course his love for his friend was completely platonic because that was all it could be. But now Kurama has found out that Yusuke enjoyed love of the Socratic type. Could he really be ready to follow emotionally? Forget that! What about physically?!

“Hn, I‘m willing to bet you‘ve never done it like that before,” Hiei said. Kurama was starting to wonder if the small man was being modest about his ability to read people.

“It’s not considered conventional on this planet,” Kurama said around the lump that was developing in his throat.

I heard primitive cultures can be like that,” Hiei said. “You want to try it?”

At that Kurama was too shocked and flustered to respond. Hiei snatched at Kurama’s long red hair, using it to put the taller man’s face down to his level so he could press his lips firmly against the other’s prone lips. The shock of contact was enough to jolt Kurama out of his daze, but not enough to make him pull away. Before long Hiei’s lapping tongue on his lips had Kurama melting. His mouth opened to let the other in.

The talent of Hiei’s mouth was such that Kurama felt as though wave after wave of liquid heat washed down his body, pooling in the place between his legs. Then like a divining rod, Hiei followed that fluid heat down as he pressed his face into Kurama’s lap. Hiei nuzzled Kurama’s clothed erection a moment before his nimble figures found the fasteners on his trousers. He nuzzled Kurama again, but this time without the fabric barrier, exciting the redhead to gasp.

Hiei started at his balls, cleverly kissing them before sucking one into his mouth to roll around on his tongue. He held it for a while before releasing it and moving on to give the same treatment to its twin. Then Hiei moved on so slowly up his shaft, nipping and sucking on the thick vain that ran the underside of his length.

All the while Hiei was grunting and moaning. Kurama vaguely noted the reason for this. Hiei’s pants where down around his ankles and his hand was moving purposefully between his legs. He was preparing himself, Kurama realized-- and enjoying the process too. He was going to take him inside him! But they were strangers, both guys, and probably not even remotely the same species.

Oh, but now Hiei’s devious mouth had worked its way up over his peek and was sucking at his head like a hungry goat kid nursing from its mother. Kurama tipped his head back letting out a heady moan. Just when Kurama didn’t think he could take any more, Hiei pulled back, a superior grin on his face. That was when the last of Kurama’s nerves snapped. He was incapable of having reserves on whom or what he fucked as long as he was fucking and thus relieving the enormous pressure that has accumulated between his legs.

He literally pounced on Hiei, bowling him over and pinning him to the cold concrete floor. Kurama forced himself between the small alien’s legs. He handled his dick, rubbing its dripping slick tip against the other’s pucker. “You want this, don’t you, you little intergalactic space slut?” He said in a deep growling voice.

Hiei‘s response was nearly a heated snarl, “How can I say no?”

“Not good enough,” Kurama leaned down and circled his tongue around Hiei’s lips, “Say you want it. Tell me you want my cock buried in your ass.”

“Ooo. Has Yusuke ever heard you talk like that? I bet if you showed him this side of you, you’d have him on his knees begging to be fucked by you,” Hiei said. Kurama growled and squeezed his hips, “Oh, I know I like it! Fine, I’ll concede. Please, Kurama I want to feel that fat dick of yours pumping in and out of my ass until I come.”

Kurama pressed his hips forward with a pained grunt. Hiei immediately clinched a set of muscles that made Kurama go cross-eyed. And he thought his mouth was talented! Kurama thrust exactly five times before the need and Hiei’s talents overwhelmed him and he came spraying his seed onto Hiei’s ass and thighs. The swiftness of it would have been embarrassing, had Kurama the strength and wits to feel so.

Then it occurred to Kurama, “Oh, I didn’t’ let you finish!”

Hiei made some negligent gesture before taking Kurama’s hand and bringing his fingers to his mouth. He sucker two digits momentarily and then took them out and guided them down to his waiting entrance, pressed them side. There was no resistance at this point. Kurama felt his fingers come in contact with something, the prostate. He remembered once having a minor bladder infection and having the doctor check his prostate. He remembered being surprised at how sensitive that organ was to touch. He delicately stroked Hiei’s prostate. Immediately Hiei’s entire body stiffened and his seed seeped out onto his belly.

After that Hiei’s eyes fluttered shut. His breathing evened out. He fell asleep immediately after coming. There was something very darling about that, Kurama decided. Right about now was when reality would catch up with Kurama and he would start fretting-- as is the wont of intelligent people-- about the actions he’d just taken and repercussions that would ensue.

But just then a broom that had been propped up near the garage door fell. Kurama’s head whipped around to that direction and he immediately knew that those repercussions were coming now. Yusuke was standing frozen in the doorway.

“I thought you were working,” Kurama started.

“I took off cuz I was worried that you wouldn’t get along here alone with Hiei,” Yusuke said tightly. He looked down at Hiei’s sleeping form, pants hanging around one ankle, shirt pushed up to his chin. Winced, “I guess I was wrong.”

“Yusuke wait!” Kurama pleaded, but Yusuke had already darted out of the building. Kurama heard the gate door slam.

Hiei stirred while Kurama was furiously fixing his clothes, “What is with you two and shouting when a guy I trying to get some shut-eye.”

“He looked angry,” Kurama said.

“How did YOU feel when you caught him with me?” Hiei asked snidely.

“Point. But now I know how he felt at the time too.” Kurama bent down and kissed the three eyed little alien. “Thank you. Oh and if you could take the meat out of the freezer to defrost for dinner, I would be much grateful.”

“Where are you going?”

“After Yusuke.”

Kurama took off, still looking a bit disheveled. He managed to catch up to Yusuke near the park just down the street. He called out his name three times before he responded.

“Just go home, Kurama!” He barked.

“I can’t just go home when you’re this angry at me,” Kurama persisted.

“Angry at you?” Yusuke ground his teeth, “I’m not angry at you. I just… I don’t know what to say to you. Damn it, I saw you… and him… on the floor….”

“I think I love you, Yusuke,” Kurama blurted out. Kurama was not in the habit of blurting, but straight forward was the only way to communicate with Yusuke.

“I…,” Yusuke struggled to speak with his jaw resting on the ground. “What?”

Kurama stepped close, wrapped his arms around Yusuke. There were children playing in the park, old ladies looking at them funny, but Kurama disregarded them all as he pulled Yusuke’s face to his and claimed his lips for the first time ever. He could have sworn Yusuke‘s were the softest and sweetest he‘s ever tasted. “I know it’s completely idiotic that it took being seduced by a pint-sized Martian to realize this, but I love you, Yusuke. I want to love you in every way possible.”

“Now I REALLY don’t know what to say to you!” Yusuke awed. “Kurama are you hard?!” With as close as Kurama was holding him, it was impossible for Yusuke not to notice. “I thought you just… I mean, so soon? How is it possible?”

“With you, Yusuke, nothing is impossible,” Kurama nearly laughed.

Those were the last words they exchanged, none other were needed. Kurama took Yusuke home and laid him out on his bed. He was pleased when Yusuke voluntarily opened his legs for him. Kurama took his time preparing Yusuke, so that when the time came for them to seal their union, Yusuke would feel little discomfort. Well, aside for the burning need for Kurama to get on with it and take him already.

Yusuke came within minutes. Kurama was in no rush, having spent his urgency earlier with Hiei. It was twenty minutes before he found his completion and Yusuke found his again.

“Oh, wow,” Kurama said as he rolled off of Yusuke. They were, however still pleasingly close, due to the narrowness of the bed. They would have to discuss trading their twins for a full size or more.

“You can say that again,” Yusuke sighed.

“I might,” Kurama said. His remark earned him a kiss on the lips from Yusuke.

“I love you too, by the way,” Yusuke smiled, “Man, isn’t this stupid? We could have been doing this all along, but neither one of us could get our heads out of our asses long enough to see it. But hell, we‘re happy now, right?”

Kurama gave him a little squeeze and replied, “Very happy.”

“Bravo Bravo,” A voice nearly startled Yusuke and Kurama out of their skins. It was Hiei. He was sitting cross-legged on the dresser, clapping his hands. “I don’t think I could have contrived a better conclusion if I’d used Jaganian Mind Control.”

“Are you insinuating that you purposely plotted to pair us?” Kurama squinted.

“Well, not at first. The initial encounter with Yusuke was just happenstance,” Hiei shrugged, “But this morning when I was looking over my ship and found the backup flight recordings, the one that stays on the ship. I discovered that someone had been in my ship before me and corrupted the flight path data.”

“You mean you were sabotaged?” Kurama caught on, “Why would someone do that?”

“More importantly, what does that have to do with this nympho-cupid act of yours?” Yusuke cut in.

“If I was sabotaged, then someone was trying to get rid of me. If someone is trying to get rid of me, then they won’t be looking for me. Therefore, I’m stuck here with you two,” Hiei told them, “And I have needs that must needs fulfilled. One or the other would have interfered, until things became copasetic between you two.”

“You’re the smart one,” Yusuke implored Kurama.

“I think he’s saying that he wishes to have continued sex with us. But jealously between us would have gotten in the way of that, so he eliminated it by getting us together,” Kumara told him. “Is everyone in your race like this?”

“The majority of my race are staunchly females who deplore sexual contact to such an extent that they breed via cloning,” Hiei answered. “As you earthlings say, ‘No, just me, baby.’ On that note, that show you two just put on gave me some ideas.” Hiei purred as he uncrossed his legs and let them hang over the edge of the dresser. Now the growing bulge in his pants was evident.

“Oh my god, a nympho from outer space!” Yusuke cried, not sure if the idea made him excited or nervous.

“Considering the um, usual temperament of your people, Hiei, you don’t suppose this behavior is the reason why your ship was tempered with?” Kurama asked.

“Could be. My martial skills were also quite promising, though. I was in line for a promotion,” Hiei said, never pausing in his advance on the bed, “I guess you can say fucked a lot of people in different ways.”

He slipped into the bed, easily sliding in close to Yusuke. He petted Yusuke’s chest in a suggestive way.

“Uh, Hiei, I think me and Kurama gotta do some talking about our relationship, before we decide if we‘re into this sort of thing,” Yusuke said hurriedly. “And besides, we’re both kinda spent right now.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Hiei smirked, “not when you take my other abilities into a count.”

“What other--?” Yusuke stopped when suddenly an odd feeling gripped his body. It was like leather straps wrapping around his limbs and pulling tight, but without the actual contact of leather and skin. Those there, but not there, straps pulled him violently to down onto the covers. He looked up at Hiei and to his horror saw his third eye, uncovered, and glowing intensely purple.

With a sharp jerk, Yusuke’s legs where wrenched apart. Hiei’s nimble little hands trailed down the insides of Yusuke’s thighs. He stroked Yusuke’s rear and then the boy felt a finger penetrate him. Hiei smiled, “Still all moist and loose inside. Good. I’m feeling a little impatient right now anyway.”

“Kurama!” Yusuke cried indignantly as his boyfriend just sat there looking dumbfounded while this went on.

“I… I think I’m into this sort of thing,” Kurama shook his head. “I’m sorry Yusuke, but seeing you ravished like this is just hot!”

“Hn, good boy,” Hiei was pleased to have the redhead’s cooperation. “How’s about you come here and help me out of these ridiculous clothes. And when you’re finished with that, use your pretty little mouth to wet me so I don’t unintentionally injure you’re lovely Yusuke here.”

“Kurama!” Yusuke squealed.

Kurama approached Hiei. His manner and movement were so distinctly predatorily that Yusuke could swear that his green eyes had turn to feral gold. He took hold of Hiei’s shirt hem and without ceremony, yanked it up over his head. It could’ve only been more violent had Kurama actually ripped the fabric from his body.

Oh, but Hiei loved it. Hiei arched his body and hissed as the cool air abruptly touched his skin. Kurama took this as his opportunity to attack. His mouth went straight for the finely toned muscles of his chest, delicately exploring the contours of each one. Then Kurama’s lips fell on a perky little nipple. Hiei’s reaction was outright explosive. And Yusuke had to admit that he was getting a reaction by this point, too.

Kurama continued on to remove Hiei’s pants. At which point, he lowered his talented mouth onto Hiei’s firm member. Kurama was so sexy with a cock in his mouth! His pink lips wrapped around hard flesh, a little dribble of spit escaped the corner of his mouth, and his cheeks tinted scarlet as he moaned around that length. Watching, Yusuke wriggled in his psychic bonds. As impossible as it seemed, he was ready and wanting again already!

“That’s enough,” Hiei pushed him off, after only a minute or two, “got to save some of the action for Yusuke.”

He crawled back between Yusuke’s legs and without farther warning impaled the boy. Of course, Yusuke was still loose from his recent coupling with Kurama, and Hiei was slick and plenty hard, so there was little to no resistance. Hiei was rocking into him hard in no time. And Yusuke was far from hating it.

“Ah ah ah!” Yusuke cried out in pleasure with each thrust. He felt Hiei’s bonds relax on him and yelled, “NO! Don’t let them go!”

Hiei raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “You enjoy being tied up while I do this to you?”

“What, you don’t have bondage play on Mars?” Yusuke gasped while trying to affect a cheeky grin.

“I’m not from Mars,” Hiei corrected, “And no I don’t think so. This interests me though, the ‘bondage playing’.”

“I’ll tell ya all about it-- and all sorts of other fun stuff too. Just for now, don‘t stop!” Yusuke pleaded.

“Kurama come here,” Hiei ordered, never pausing in his thrusting. He accepted a deep kiss from the redhead when he arrived. “I want you to sit on his dick.”

“What?!” Kurama was taken aback, “But I’ve never done it before and I’m not prepared.”

“Don’t doubt me,” Hiei said pulling him in for another kiss.

“OH!” Kurama started gasping like he’d forgotten how his lungs worked. “What-- how are you doing that? Ohh!”

The purple glow of Hiei’s third eye was pulsing now. “I’m just convincing the muscles down there that they’d benefit by cooperating. It’s a bit of a shortcut and in my opinion not as fun as doing it manually, but in a pinch….”

“Oh, so good,” Kurama moaned.

“Damn, Kurama’s so sexy like that,” Yusuke whined, “I could come again just looking at him!”

“Oh you’ll be doing more than looking, Hiei smirked, “Red, climb aboard.”

Kurama didn’t need elaboration. The second Hiei halted with his psycho-kinetic manipulation, Kurama moved, quickly swinging his leg over to straddle Yusuke’s body. “Mmmm!” Kurama grunted as he settled easily on Yusuke’s length. “Wonderful!”

HE was saying ‘wonderful’? Oh, if he had Yusuke’s view! Kurama’s naked body was fair and lean, the word pretty comes to mind, with living silk skin. Men have launched navies to possess bodies half as sweet and supple. But Kurama was a man, thus his boy was also strong, muscled. Yusuke could see those lovely muscles tense and twitch under the pleasure the other was taking. And it was HIM that this beautiful creature was taking pleasure from!

“Ooo, I don’t know how much--” Yusuke whined.

“I know. Me neither,” Kurama silenced him with a kiss. He started moving unrestrained on Yusuke’s rod. Hiei’s alien preparation apparently worked well.

“Hn, still not sure if you’re into this sort of thing? What do you call it? The ‘threesome,’” Hiei gloated as he pulled out of Yusuke and re-entered at a different angle.

“Oh Yes!” Yusuke shouted as Hiei came in contact with a spot that made him see flaming rainbows painted on kittens.

At that same time, Hiei reached his hand around Kurama, finding his impossibly hardened staff, and stroked it in a manner that made every muscle in his body clinch-- And Yusuke was in a position to notice! It was more than too much with Hiei toying around the pleasure spots inside him and Kurama tightening so delightfully around him.

Yusuke gibbered something incomprehensible and came so hard that he actually lost consciousness for a second. The sound of Kurama’s loud moaning brought him to. He felt the warm sticky fluid dribble across his belly and knew that Kurama had completed as well. The proof of Hiei’s fulfillment was cooling on his thighs.

“Alright, I say that we keep him,” Yusuke breathed sleepily.

“There may be problems,” Kurama yawned, just as exhausted as Yusuke, if not more. “We’ll have to think of a way to explain him to people that won’t be suspicious. The last thing we want is for the authorities to find out about him and take him away.”

“Just take one problem at a time. We’ll be fine,” Yusuke said, “I mean it worked out okay on Alf and their alien couldn’t even pass for human.”

“Pass for human?” Hiei seemed to take offence.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re far too sexy to be human,” Yusuke laughed, ruffling the alien’s bushy black hair.

“Sleep, both of you,” Kurama groused warmly as he got an arm around each of them and dragged them down onto the comforter.

“Okay, Okay,” Yusuke relented, “Tonight was great.”

“Tomorrow will be even better,” Hiei told him, “I plan on coercing the two of you into give each other-- what do you call it here?-- the ‘blow job?’ I’ll screw one of you in the ass while you give each other the ‘blow job.’”

This evoked a laugh from the other two boys, for some reason. Kurama shook his head, “A good day. I think a feel a whole lot more of those coming to us for now on.”

END
A/N: Written specially at BluePenguin’s request. I know ya asked for Hiei to be in heat, hope space nympho was close enough. It took some self-restraint not to turn this into a big Sci-fi epic-- I could sequel it later if I wanted to. But for now I’m gonna work on BP’s other request. Then I’ve got half a fairy-tale-ish fic to finish.

I want to give a special thanks to this site’s administrators for helping me out with the re-registering of my account. Turned out the problem was due to a tiny, yet fatal typographical error I must have made when I first signed up. Had I not caught them on the forum shout-box, I never would have gotten it sorted out and I would not have been able to post anymore stories. Thank you.