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A crash course you can't be graded on: LIFE	By : hyde Category: Yuyu Hakusho > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A crash course you can't be graded on: LIFE
- 2-number 2nd lol
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or it's characters.

This story is dedicated to all who remember the story Adolescent Sex by Prince Of Dark

Karasu

Fucking Goddess.

There is no other way to describe her then with those words. In truth she didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t ever compare to HIM but hey as far as idealistic perfection of the female form goes she is IT. Speaking of the object of my deepest desires, he stands beside me, golden eyes staring beyond the cluster fuck of drunken chattering co-eds at God knows what. He isn’t staring at me that I am for certain. If only he would look at me….

Inwardly I curse myself for losing sight of my demi goddess and her minions. I lean against the table aware that my added weight gave the various liquor bottles a small rattling. Earlier I had helped myself to some dry gin but the quality of the booze was never enough to give me a good buzz. Spending my teenage years downing my father’s single malt scotch amongst others of his well stocked, not to mention very expensive collection has given me quit the tolerance. The joys of growing up privilege. I must admit that the layout was set up pretty good for a sophomore party.

The party itself is stationed in an apartment off campus hosted by a wealthy sophomore couple by the names of Botan and Koenma, which leads me to believe that the good stuff is well hidden somewhere. Most of the party-goers were either gathered around the keg or the booze bringing to mind animals I had the pleasure of seeing during my last safari trip almost two years ago. The jocks are swallowing down the brew in an attempt to show who is in my opinion stupider while the females began to put on a show of their own. Sensual lesbian-like grinding in the living room’s far corner that’s is sure to lead to morning afters with guys they didn’t even remember going home with!

         “What are you thinking about in that head of yours?” Yoko’s smooth voice stirs me from my thoughts. I had all but forgotten that he is beside me. Something that hardly ever happens. All six feet four* of him wearing low sung stone washed jeans paired with a pale blue V-neck t-shirt. He has secured his shoulder length coif with a simple black band. I incline my body towards his catching a whiff of sandalwood and some other type of spice. His silvery tresses brush against the skin of his cheek, he raises a hand to correct it, tucking the rogue lock behind his ear, back of his hand comes into contact with a dangling earring. The gestures are so simple yet I can’t imagine them looking as divine if someone had just mimicked them. Yoko has my full attention now, where my Goddess has gone I know not. I am certain that she will show up again since my ex is attached to her at the moment. A fact I neglected to mention.

         “How alcohol frees one’s sexuality.” I reply casually watching how his top lip curls slightly into what could either be a smirk or a scowl.

Without my guidance his golden orbs finds the trio of beauties in what can only be described as in the beginnings of a soft porn style scene. Our hostess has kicked off her Lou boutins, hiked up her already too short cerulean colored mini dress up over her pale white thighs -giving us a nice view of her lacey lavender spaghetti thin throng- gaping her legs slightly as she begins a churning and winding type of motion with her narrow hips. A pretty blonde girl who I don’t know is at her front, arms placed on Botan’s shoulder’s as the blonde moves her body into Botan’s. The third girl, a dark haired beauty is at Botan’s back grinding against the swell of her rotund ass.

         “I’ve seen worst.” Yoko muses with a shrug of indifference. He raises his plastic cup to lips taking a long swallow. Not a drop spills from his lips. I’d be a liar if I said my pants were still a comfortable fit. I don’t get much time to enjoy my thoughts before my body begins to tingle slightly with new awareness. The Goddess

I smell her before I felt her. Breasts firm and unaltered press firmly and briefly against my right side.

         “We’re bored.” Ruka informs me rather sulkily.

         “By ‘we’ you mean you and the bookends.” I reply without turning towards her. I kept my eyes and my half-mast sail pointed turns the peepshow. I caught a glimpse of Yoko, who is already smirking. He knows there is another act coming. A comedy skit of sorts.

         “What did you call me?” Juri’s indignant voice reaches my ears letting me know what I already figured out that she and Kyoto weren’t too far away.

I turn to handle the matter head on. My eyes move over her model-like sculpted body, my cock twitches with the familiar stirrings of lust lost. She stands there with her hands on hips, thrusting her bosom forwards against the fabric of her black and pink tube dress, violet hued eyes flashing murderously my way. I smile. Slowly.

         “Juri,” I move for her, arm wrapping effortlessly around her waist the way I have done so many times before. She tenses against me but doesn’t remove me or move from me. Ruka’s eyes are on me, watching me HARD. “it used to be opposite when I was dating you.”

“With that being said when I am going to be the girlfriend and they get to be the bookends?” Koto quips in. Her question caused a few titters of laughter from the group. The petite fair-haired co-ed stood beside Yoko in a cute yellow sundress, a straw poised between her glossy pout, blue eyes locked on me as she awaits my snappy retort. She leans into Yoko, who drapes an arm around her. I raise a brow at that.

         “I don’t think I’ll ever be that drunk.” I replied rather dryly causing Koto to snort.

With flushed cheeks she spat testily, “Chu is hardly drunk when we-”

         “Let’s go.” Ruka suggests cutting off her bestie. She takes over my other side snaking her arm about my waist. If Juri wasn’t so sore about our break up some fun could be had later on. “There’s a party going on at Chu’s frathouse.”

At the mentioning of Chu’s name Kyoto disconnected herself from my silver hair god.

         “Come on.” Koto urges cheerily tossing her now empty plastic cup to the wooden floor bouncing off towards the door.

She just wants to get drunkenly fucked. I felt a hand squeeze my ass cheek. She might not be the only one. I muse trying to figure out which lady got bold.

Sandwiched between my current and my ex girlfriend with my best friend trailing behind we bypassed the lesbian erotic scene still taking place in the corner out the front door.

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Hiei

The entire scene annoyed me. We haven’t been here a good ten minutes before we end up divided. I thought for sure the red headed hottie would want to buddy up. He and me have been exchanging some words for a while now. I’m not a man of many words but Kurama seem worth a shot. I wet my lips with my tongue parting them to shout his name but I stop myself. With the speakers blasting there would be no way that he would hear me. Hell, I can barely hear the rattle of the chains that adorn my Tripps as I moved through the sea of bodies that inhabit the common room. My eyes give the bodies that I pass a once over but none of them are who I seek. I felt the all too familiar vibration of my cell in the pocket on my thigh. I fumbled for the cell, fingers slipping over the too smooth outer coating. Finally getting a good grip on the damned thing I pull it out flipping it open. Two messages. I click on the first one.

Shishi w: We’re on the 3rd flr

Perfect.

I text him back switching back to the inbox. Itsuki.

Botheration.

Itsuki: Meet us in my dorm

Decision time.

Shishi’s weed is always a bit seedy where as Itsuki’s weed is the shit and always comes with a side of various pills. Only problem is his partner. Some times Sensui was nice. Other times he was…. well isn’t Sensui.

Fuck it. I’m already weaving through the mess of the human traffic jam taking the stairs two at a time. I didn’t text Itsuki back. I probably will when I get to Shishi’s dorm.

There are a few people hanging about the hallway, I breeze by them all heading for fifth door on the right hand side.

         “Hiei.” Shishi greets, eyes already rimmed with red. He stands before me in a pair of baggy tan chinos and grey tank top arms open. He sweeps me into a hug. I inhale the scent of sweet chiba and sweat on his skin.

         “Hey Hiei.” Cooed the twins.

Shishi’s tennis groupies.

Shishi Wakamuro is the campus tennis pro.

They sat on his bed clad in oversized school sweatshirts. I eye their sweater puppies a moment before turning my attention back to the business at hand.

         “How much.” I spat.

Shishi laughs.

         “Relax Hehe.” Shishi replies smoothly as he drops down on his knees in front of his bed. He removes three floorboards placing a hand inside lifting out a metal Nightmare Before Christmas lunchbox. I eye the neatly placed baggies with interest. I look away before he could catch me staring at the goods. Don’t want to appear to eager.

         “That last bag you gave me sucked balls.” I sneer down at him.

         “Couldn’t have been that bad.” Shishi replies off handedly as he gets to his sock clad feet. “Besides you came back didn’t you?” the tennis star’s matter-of-fact tone irked my core.

         “Just give me my shit.” I snarl losing all patience. I was five seconds from walking out and dealing with Itsuki and his psycho lover.

The raven-haired boobsie twins giggle inanely at God knows what. I give them a stare causing them to laugh harder.

Coked out bitches.

         “Here you go.” Shishi holds the bag out to me. “I tell you what, this is on me.”

My eyes narrow at the seemingly generous offer. I cut to chase, “What’s the catch?” I leave the drugs where they are and wait for the other shoe to drop.

Shishi shakes his head. “No catch Hehe.” He extends the bag out to me.

I stare down at it. It must be laced with something. MUST BE.

Backing away I say simply, “Gotta meet up with Itsuki.”

Shishi makes an tsking sound. Slipping the green into his many pockets, I watch him hop up onto the bed with the twins who quickly flank him. They advance on him sharing a three-way kiss that made my pipe twitch behind the fabric of my Jockey’s. Transfixed I continue to stare at their flashing tongues as they lapped at each other’s mouths. Thing one extends her arm my way inviting me in. My cock twitches again.

Botheration.

He can handle them both.

I take hold of her hand lowering my head placing a chaste kiss on her pale white skin before letting go. I give no farewells as I go closing the door firmly behind me.

I stuck my hand into my pocket producing my cell once more. Three messages all Itsuki. I pick the top one and read.

Itsuki: Drinking contest in the common room w/ ur handsome roommate against Chu!!!!

Yusuke!

Shit.

I never ran so fast in my life! Nearly knocking down a few drunken fucks-luckily not stupid drunken fucks who would try to fight-I flew down to the common room. I pushed through the crowd to get a better view of scene wishing I opted to wear higher boots. The Mary Jane creepers just weren’t doing it tonight. Yea, they girl shoes so the fuck what!

With a shot glass in front of him, Chu sat slouched in a chair across the round table from Yusuke. Several bottles of Jack D’s stood in the middle, two were already emptied and pushed aside out of the five I counted. Closer to the table the stench of booze and urine can be detected. I wrinkle my nose a bit.

         “Reddy to give up boi?” The Aussie asked after releasing a loud belch. I smirk to myself as Rando’s nostrils flared from the smell of it.

         “It’ll take a lot more then that. I’m my mother’s son.” Yusuke boasted proudly. His dark hair is plastered to his sweaty forehead.

We all watch as Rando-one of Chu’s frat brothers-pours the pair their drinks. The crowd is in an uproar as the two down the shots; which are quickly refilled and swallowed once more.

         “I think we may be looking at a stalemate.” Itsuki’s voice causes me to jump a bit. He has somehow stuck up beside which is almost impossible to do. I turn my face away from the ‘action’ to look directly at Itsuki.

         “Where’s Nobu? He is Nobu today isn’t he?” I ask carefully for in case he or any form of him is hanging about.

         “The noise is too much for him so I left him in our room.” Itsuki looks thoughtful for a moment. “I’ve a gift for you. Some good green I bought from Hatasumi.”

Hatasumi. I’ve heard that name around campus. He grew the best weed around and didn’t sell to you unless he liked you. What his first name was, I wasn’t part of his circle to know. Maybe one day I would get lucky. Maybe.

         “How’d you come across that?” I ask hoping I weren’t pushing my luck.

         “I happen to be friends with Hatasumi.” He replies simply. “Maybe one day we could all blow some.” As if remember some thing he gestures to his left to a pretty blonde male. “This is Kiyoshi.”

The shy blonde utters a barely audible ‘hi’ my way. I look him over with interest giving my lips a swipe with my tongue. His skin flushes pink. Good.

         “When the contest is over, will you be collecting your friend?” Itsuki asks innocently enough.

I could laugh out right. Someone has a crush. This night is proving to be interesting!

Kurama

I don't even remember how I even got invited to this thing.....

I try hard not to make a face as my exposed skin comes into contact with the sweat dampened skin of another body, not that it could be avoided the hall ways of Jolly Devil House (a nick name that I don't quit understand) is packed with drunken young adults all clamoring to the same place I am currently trying to reach: The Bathroom. From the less then pleasant odor that is coming off some of the upper and lower class man I'm not so sure I even wanted to relieve myself anymore. I lean against the wall counting as many heads as I could see in the bathroom line. You think because females liked to piss in groups the line wouldn't be so goddamn long! I involuntarily wrinkle my nose in disgust, eyes widen and began to tear up as well, as I watch JDH's resident drunkard shoot a stinking arch of dark yellow urine into the potted plant stationed in the corner of the hall just a mere eight feet if that from the line. Chu holds his cock with one hand, his palm flat, fingers splayed against the wallpapered wall for support making satisfied grunts that can almost be described as pleasurable. A part of me wants to look away but the Aussie's cock although not erect is something to behold. A few girls are staring as well tittering like dolts about how it must be a monster when he's hard.

No shit.

I'm surprised that the hawking junior can even stand let alone didn't need an ambulance from the amount of alcohol he has consumed. Earlier out of boredom I watched the exchange between he and my roommate, a cocky young man by the name of Yusuke Uramshi. The ballsy Japanese youth foolishly challenged Chu to a drinking competition- believe me Yusuke is no scholar he's here on a sports scholarship- going shot for shot by way of coin toss. Yusuke looked like he passed out by his sixth shot of tequila. At first it looked that way, after all his eyes rolled back into his head before he blinked, burped and announced proudly, “I'm my mother's son!”

Whatever that is supposed to mean.

Not willing to lose his crown to a freshman of all people the self abused continued. Needless to say I didn't stick around long enough to watch the 'grueling battle' between idiots.

Since Chu is able to walk...er... stumble- I watch him give his snake a few shakes before nearly tripping over his Doc Martens- I guess he won, if you can call that an victory. I scoff to myself.

I can't help being indifferent to stupidity.

Why the hell did I come here again?

My eyes follow his form watching as he moves about clumsily. Partygoers clear the way as best as they can, a few staggering about in the same manner as he looking much like an American grade school ballet recital. My bladder forgotten I follow the flock heading back into the living room. There are only a few people milling about making it less uncomfortable. I move through seemingly unnoticed. Well no one besides my roommates and a few girls have even spoken to me the whole three and a half weeks I've been here. Not that the lack of communication bothered me. No, not in the least. I just wished that my step brother would make an appearance.

I could have attended (still can if I chose to transfer) any college of my choosing but I had to decide on his. His. It isn't like Yoko owned the university or anything. He just always made things seem like he did possess them.

Don't touch HIS stuff.

Don't go to His school.

Don't ask HIS father for ANYTHING.

You think the five years I spent in his company would deter me from even considering applying let alone attending the same university as Yoko but no. There is unfinished business between he and I and I mean to get the closure I was denied that Christmas break almost three years ago now.

“Hey, Kurama. I need help getting Yusuke back to the room.” It barely registers that someone is addressing me. I guess I've gone soooo long being invisible when someone pays me any mind I might as well not be there. I look in front of me to see my other room mate Hiei. The pupils of his reddish brown irises are dilated, thread like lines of red stand out against the milky white of his eyes, he stands before me high as a kite, arms crossed over his tight black graphic tank, his chipped polished slightly pointed nails picking at the strings of the meshing on his sleeves he wore. He side steps, the chains on his pants making a chorus of sounds that are muffled by the music of some rapper blaring from the speakers over yonder as I get to my feet keeping my eyes on the dark spiky tresses in front of me. In the little bit of time I have gotten to know Hiei I only know two things about him: He has a little sister named Yukina who opted to stay at home with their grandmother who raised them and second he has a collection of katanas two of the smallest ones he has managed to hide under his bed. He was kind enough to show them to me on our third night in the dorms.

I kept pace with him (he moves fast for a guy with short legs!) out the living room, down the hall and towards the actual bedrooms. A few sounds can be heard from behind locked doors, sounds of private parties possibly attended by multiple persons making me wonder if those get-to-gathers are entirely consensual. Not my concern. Truthfully my drunken possibly alcohol poisoned room mate isn't either but if I am going to be rooming with these guys until I can afford an off campus apartment we should look out for each other. I stop dead in my tracks nearly colliding into Hiei as he halts just outside of a door just second from the end. He raises his hand knocking hard against the heavy wood. Unidentified music is turned down so that whoever is inside could hear us. Hiei knocks again speaking this time as he does, “It's me.”

The door creaks over spilling plumes of smoke from the room, I cough hard after taking in a lungful receiving a few chuckles along with the word 'bitch' tossed my way. My eyes are burning as they start to tear up. I know it's marijuana that they are smoking. A couple boys around the high school used to smoke behind the building but this smelled stronger then the mess they had. A lot stronger. We stepped inside; well Hiei damn near pulls me inside at the urging of the others before someone smelled their shit and squealed on them. I lean against the door grabbing up and raising my shirt tail to my eyes dabbing at them.

“Wassamatter?” Cackled a voice from somewhere in front of me. “You don't like the weed?” He asks belligerently. I can hear the groan of bed springs as he slide off of it, soft footfalls are heading my way, bleary eyed I try to make out the form moving for me.

“Lay off.” Hiei snaps warningly, he steps in front of me as if he could block me from view with his small stature. I found the gesture quit endearing. Utterly pointless but sweet just the same.

“Nobu-kun, give the freshie a break.” A softer voice instructs. Finally able to see I focus on the group occupying the small twin sized bed. Yusuke is laid out flat, his head rests in the lap of a pretty male, sea green waves cascade about his face, he wears a expression of serene calm that I believes comes from his own being then the clouds of illegal joy that hung in the air like dew drops on a leaf. His shirt is open at the collar and down forming a deep V exposing some wicked looking passion marks along his neck. My eyebrows rise a bit. Just what were they doing in here? Bunched up in the far corner, knees drawn up to his chin, hands holding onto Yusuke's feet is a pretty blonde complete with blue eyes which are trained on Yusuke's piggies like they are the most fascinating things at the moment. For him they probably are. The front of his t-shirt is soaked in what smells like water mixed with something else if I had to take a guess it would be that he vomited and tried to clean the shirt. Yuck.

“Don't mind Shinobu,” Sea green says dismissively with a wave of his delicate hand before returning to stroke the hair at the front of Yusuke's pallid face. “He's always like this when we smoke.”

Yea, that explains everything. I inwardly roll my eyes. I see why Hiei wants me to help drag Yusuke back to our dorm.

Shinobu as the wavy haired beauty referred to him as stood almost to the right of me, leaning against the wall with joint in hand, his flinty eyes looking me over in the worst way. I hated how other Japanese looked at me. I know, I'm half. My father (my mother jokes about because I have come to the conclusion that she doesn't know) is some Irish man she met while he was here on business. My fair skin, dazzling green eyes and vibrant red hair make that seem plausible. Sea green is definitely Japanese. I can see his roots.

“Who says Shinobu's here?” Shinobu snarls, upper lip curled in disgust before wrapping it back around the roll of white taking a hard pull on the joint.

Mister Sea green laughs softly, his fingertips brushing along Yusuke's eyelashes as he speaks, “My mistake Kazuya.” Yusuke makes a whinnying sound as he is stroked sounding much like a puppy.
“Yea, well we'll be going now.” Hiei informs them stepping towards the bed, he reaches down taking a hold of Yusuke's fore arm giving it a tug. “Urameshi get up.” Hiei tugs harder pulling Yusuke over the side of the bed, in doing so he rips Yusuke's toes out of the blonde's grasp.
“Ow! What's the big idea you son of a bitch!” Yusuke roars wincing a bit placing his hands on the sides of his head against his ears. “ Stop being so loud.” He moans. Sea green's arms go under his armpits hooking him pulling him upright.

We all giggle.

“You're the one yelling you fool.” Hiei informs the bleary eyed boy as he moves to his side. He wraps an arm about his waist before staring at me expectantly.

“Oh right.” I move forwards getting Yusuke's left side. He leans into me forcing me to adjust to the added weight. Kazuya moves away from the door allowing us passage. As we pass Yusuke speaks saying, “Sorry about your boyfriend.”

“Don't be sorry.” Sea green quips, arms already roped around Shinobu who leans into the embrace expelling smoke from between pouty lips. “Kiyoshi and I will make him forget all about mean old stuck in the closet Koenma.”

The music is turned up once again as we leave making me a little envious of what is going on behind that now closed door. Sighing I concentrate on getting Yusuke out this building and back to ours.

out this building and back to ours.

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Yusuke keeps good pace with us as we trek through the living room towards the hall that leads out, as we go shouts of “That's the kid that took on Chu!”

“ Yo that nigga is BEAST!”

“Urameshi is beast!”

“You hear that,” Yusuke asks, his head lolling towards my shoulder. “I got fans.”

“Hn. Maybe your fans can carry yo ass home.” Hiei replies.

I couldn't help but smile.

We move onwards coming into the main hall just short of the double doors when I caught a flash of silver. My heart rate picks up, my palms begin to sweat causing me curl my hands into claws digging into Yusuke's t-shirt so that I don't lose him. My lips move of their own accord uttering one word: Yoko. He pauses at the sound of my voice speaking his name before those long legs resume their stride moving at a brisk pace.

No you don't!

“Whoa! Kurama slow down!” Yusuke shouts as I half drag him and Hiei after my step- brother. The figure in front of me slows upon hearing my name. Even the couple beside him stops and turns as well. I hadn't even noticed them and to be honest I still don't. I come to a stop the action almost make my roommates trip over themselves but I don't care. I've found him.

My eyes move over his six foot four frame* quit sure that my roommates are doing the same taking in every detail about him. He stands before us amusement dancing in his golden orbs as he looks down at me.

“Kurama.” He says my name like a breath of air to a dying man, his eyes move from me to my roommates who are surprisingly still linked to me. Yusuke moves his arm from my shoulder leaning more into Hiei who takes his weight with grace. He's strong for half a man.

I step forwards gesturing with my hand saying as I do, “This is Yusuke and Hiei.”

“That the kid who stalemated Chu?” Came a polished voice from Yoko's left.

I blinked twice at the sight before me. Standing beside my brother with a red haired girl clinging to his body like a second skin is a man that I can only describe as EXPENSIVE. He wore his dark hair in a long French braid with a fedora perched on top, his gray almost purple colored eyes lock on my mine for the briefest of seconds so I go back to looking over his attire. A military jacket clung to his body over a tailored to fit (as far as I can tell) silk shirt, the front   part of the shirt is tucked into his leather jeans so that you can see his studded “FUCK” buckle. Everything about him made me think European flare. He's probably a mutt like me. The female wore a wrapped tube dress of deep purple that made her creamy skin look even more beautiful in contrast. The dress matches her eyes as well as the man she cling to. She’s probably drunk or stoned.

The red head raises a perfectly arched brow, as she looks Yusuke over seemingly impressed that a kid like him could take on Chu. Letting out a low whistle, “I saw some of that. I thought you died, kid!” Her voice although slightly slurred carried with it some concern. She leans into Mr. Polished, the top of her hair brushing against his smooth chin.

“Yea, well I'm my mother's son.” Yusuke states a big grin plastered across his face. “Hell, you should see my mom. That guy would probably be in love wuth 'er.” He gives a short laugh that quickly becomes a grimace of pain.

“You'll be feeling that ten times worst by morning.” Mr. Polished assures him, turning his head so that he can face Yoko, “Who's this?” He inquires tipping his hat in my direction.

“Step brother.” Yoko all but mutters under his breath.

Well obviously Yoko isn't going to introduce me.

Extending my hand I say, “I'm Kurama.” Using his free arm he clasps it. I find his hand to be soft yet slightly calloused. He shakes saying as he does, “Karasu.” He steps aside from the red head turning his attention to the others.

Hiei stares up at him briefly, looks down at his hand and makes a small grunt of acknowledgement. Yusuke on the other hand grabs Karasu’s offered hand giving it a few quick pumps. Karasu steps back as the girl comes towards me.

“I'm Ruka.” Ruka says introducing herself before giving me a full on hug, the mounds of her breasts rising a bit in her tube dress threatening to tumble forth. She moves down the line giggling at Yusuke who murmurs something obscene in her ear. Karasu pays it no mind. Like Yoko he is fixated on me. His eyes search me over while Yoko’s golden orbs stay glued to my expression. I know that he is staring at my face. He always looks me in that face but says nothing. Unnerving is what it is.

Unapologetic Karasu continues to watch me while Yusuke’s mouth stays against the shell of Ruka’s ear seems to be no concern of his. Confidence? I wonder. Or was it that there is something else going on here?

Yoko’s eyes move from my face, his lips parting slightly, “Later.” he says to no one in particular but common sense tells me if was more for his friends then me. He pivots on his left foot heading for door.

“Oh you won't join us?” Ruka whines at Yoko, her pink stained lips all a pout that would melt any man I’m sure but my stepsibling. I watch as she separates herself from Yusuke-who looks sorry to see her go- taking her place once again beside Karasu only this time not hanging on to him.

“Got class in the morning.” Yoko replies over his shoulder never breaking stride.

She fixates her kohl-accented eyes lower and focus on the curve of his jean clad rear as he disappears from sight.

“It was nice meeting you all.” Karasu says reminding me that we all had somewhere else to be. I turn my glaze from my step to the man who has spoken. His eyes are on me once again-not even sure he has even stopped looking at me-, studying me. The hairs on the back of my neck bristle a bit at his sudden intense stare. He looks away taking hold of Ruka’s forearm. “See you around campus, Kurama.”

Ruka gives a wave Yusuke’s way before the pair are off and walking.

Interesting.

“Can you walk yet?” Hiei gruffly directs at Yusuke, finally speaking. He begins to let Yusuke go. In doing so the other boy’s knees began to buckle from the sudden weight, his whole body sags as he starts to go down. Thank God I hadn’t released my end. I try not to laugh as Hiei retakes hold of his side. “Guess not.” He snorts.

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Yusuke’s weight is starting to get to me making me wonder if Hiei is doing his share of the lifting. I chance a glance at him, watching him shift some more of our drunken roommate under his shoulder. Thank God those platform boots gave him the added height he needed. Outside the night air is brisk, the harsh cold is whipping at my cheeks and I could feel the exposed skin of Yusuke’s arm dimpling with goose bumps. Due to the amount of alcohol in his system I doubt he felt the cold at all.

            “A few blocks and we’ll be at our building.” Hiei informs me with a grunt. I noticed that he is also not wearing a jacket or sweatshirt like myself. But he isn’t showing signs of cold. Curious.

Yusuke mutters something intangible. Hiei and I exchange looks of amusement.

            I found myself staring at the glints of metal just beneath Hiei’s bottom lip. They were…. interesting for lack of a better word. I tore my eyes away from the shinny metal to concentrate instead on keeping Yusuke leveled. Thank God there are only two steps that make up the stairs.

            “Tinks guys.” Yusuke manages as we finally reach the doors of our house. I peer inside looking for signs of a security guard; the last thing I wanted was to be in trouble for under aged drinking when I hadn’t even partook in the spoils. Come to think of it I didn’t really DO anything fun at the party!

Hiei slips his id card into the lock opening the door, as we enter the building Yusuke starts to lean against the wall moving along it. We allow this. After all we carried him this far. Hiei is already walking a head of us. He did his good deed for the night.

            “How are you doing Yusuke?” I ask staying by his side for in case he should need help again.

            “Well Kurama,” Yusuke began wetting his dry lips. “Kinda….I dunno…DRUNK here.” Yusuke releases a small series of hic cups as he says this. I can’t help but giggle a bit. “We’re on the third floor right?”

            “That’s right.” I reply.

Great, the elevator probably will make him vomit.

I stumble slightly as Yusuke suddenly leans his weight back into me. His skin is warm; he reeks of booze and herb. I wrinkle my nose a bit at the smell of him.

            “Kura, I need you.” He half groaned half hiccupped.

I felt an odd tingling go up my spine at these words. I go from him, tucking my arm about his waist to give him better support. I find Yusuke’s body to be lean and muscular like my own. He is an athlete after all. Together with the help of the wall, Yusuke and I stumbled down the corridor towards the elevator.

            “Took you two long enough.” Hiei growls as he leans against the sliding metal door preventing the elevator from closing.

            “I thought Shorty left us!” Yusuke exclaims cheerfully, shit eating grin lighting up his face as he slip passed Hiei inside of the car. Hiei’s face twists up into what I can only describe as a grim half smile.

            “Thank you Hiei.” I say simply earning an “hn” from the smaller man.

Miraculously Yusuke does vomit.

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Hiei

            I jam the key into the lock and twist, immediately the sound of Jin’s game playing greets us as we usher Yusuke towards the couch.

            “Urameshi looks like he’s gone an’ got hisself wasted.” Jin remarks without even talking his eyes off the screen. His character is crouched behind God knows what and seems to be surrounded by old crumbled buildings.

            “That appears to be the case.” Kurama remarks tongue in cheek. He slides out of his jacket draping it neatly over the crook of his arm. Everything about the red haired boy seemed as proper as those people we met. “Guess I’ll be off to bed. Good night.” He states before heading out the living area towards the corridor.

            “Nighty nite then.” Jin calls back, his character now heavily engaged in a gunfight. Jin then shouts something into the microphone of his headset that I didn’t quit understand. I look over Yusuke who has stretched out on the couch. A pillow crushed against his chest.

            “Make sure he doesn’t vomit and choke.” I tell Jin as I leave the room for the one I shared with Kurama. It was two to a room in our doom, which suited us fine. Jin since we’ve been here mostly sleeps in the living room when he isn’t gaming. He and some guy I have yet to meet share a room, and Yusuke shares a room with our roommate Suzaku, a pretty blonde with a baby face and a pet parrot I already couldn’t stand.

I slink into our shared room, turning my head towards Kurama’s twin mattress. The red head is sitting in the middle of it, legs folded Indian style. He has assembled his hair into a mess bun atop his head yet a few strands manage to spring free. If there were bumps under his button down p.j top I would think twice that I were looking at a girl. I lick my bottom lip a bit taking note at how his eyes took notice. I shrug it off, proceeding to my bed closest to the window. I hop up on the mattress promptly removing my heavy boots watching Kurama pretend that he was noticing me.

            “Did it hurt?” He asks almost too low for me to hear him.

So he does like my snakebites.

            “No.” I reply my creepers thudding to the carpet. I then remove my sleeves before tugging off my Tripps.

            “Can I…. touch them?”

This is too perfect. And just what I needed. Thanks to Yusuke I didn’t score tonight or enjoy my high. I slide off my bed closing the small distance between his and mine. Kurama scoots over so that I can seat myself him. I catch his scent, he smells of soap leading me to believe he gave himself a quick wiping down while I secured Yusuke. His nose wrinkles a bit when I get close but he says nothing. Kurama brings his hands up, his fingertips gently rubbing against the metal. I stay still as he moves from the ones under my lip to the stud in my nose; he wiggles this one around a bit before moving on to the one in my eyebrow.

I feel myself start to swell a bit as my roommate carefully appraises my face. He’s too fascinated at being able to touch them to notice. I wonder….

            “Want to see my favorite one?” I asked already shifting where I sat. Kurama gives me a look that I take for consent. I take hold of his right hand and bring it into my lap. His emerald greens widen a bit as he comes into contact with my clothed sex. Kurama jumps back in surprise at what he finds there.

            “You have your….” His voice trails off as it sinks.

I slip my hand inside of my boxers wrapping my hand gently about my study thickening length letting it free. My sex sprung up proud the beads artfully decorating my shaft.

Fascinated yet horrified Kurama brought his hand back towards my throbbing erection. He runs his fingers along the beads, his breath hitching as he does.

            “That feels nice.” I murmur encouraging further exploration. But he could ask I beat him to it, “It hurt like a bitch. Even been hopped up on perks didn’t help much.”

            “And now?” Kurama’s fingers began to wrap around my cock.

            “Hn, why don’t we find out?” I suggest. A handy or a blowjob would be divine right now. I’ve been watching him since we have been roomed together and I can tell he needs a little coaching in the right direction.

I let out a groan as he takes his hand off my stick to root around under his pillow. He produces a small bottle of hand lotion. “This is all I have.” He explains, cheeks a little rosy giving him the glow of a cherb. My cock just twitches as if to say ‘sure whatever’. The lotion makes loud splat sounds as he squeezes out the reminds onto his palm before once again taking hold of my dragon. Kurama moves his hand upwards, tugging with the utmost care to my annoyance.

            “Harder and faster.” I instruct in a low growl.

He didn’t need to be told twice. The red head accelerates, his hand working me hard. I grasped a bit as how well he was jerking me off. Without permission, I slip my hand inside the waistband of his bottoms earning a whinny moan from his parted lips. Mimicking his movements I stroke him with my dry hand matching him stroke for stroke. His breathing is coming out in pants mixing with my own. I lock onto his face. His beautiful face. Those eyes of his are squeezed shut as if he didn’t want to see me, his lips are parted, wet, glistening, inviting. I lean in, lowering my eyelids a bit as I do, wet my own lips and go for it. My lips crush against his earning a startled cry on Kurama’s end for my daring. He jerks away from me, his seed oddly enough spilling down my hand looking like warm glaze for a Krispy Crème donut.

Breathing hard he stares back at me with cold eyes.

            “G’nite Hiei.” Is his stiff dismissal of me.

What did I do wrong?

I fit myself back into my boxers before taking my ass back to my own bed.
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Author's note: I changed Yoko's height because 7ft tall is just too damned tall. I've reposted the original first chapter to this story. Thanks Golden Kitsune for your reviews.
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