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Yusuke's Revenge	By : sefiru Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 14580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Yusuke�s Revenge
By Sefiru

Pairings: Y/H/K, Mukuro/Yukina
Warnings: NC-17, Yaoi, Yuri, oral,
anal, D/s, bondage, violence, language
Disclaimer: I don�t own Yuyu Hakusho,
otherwise there would be way more clothing damage.
Summary: The sequel to Hot Mazoku Action.
There�s a plot � but I won�t spoil the surprise.
Katonie: D/s is not just in Teh Secks �

Meli Christophorous: I�m
saving the ropes for later, heh heh.

kit-kit: I thought about it, but threesomes are hard
enough to write �

uchiha mikomi: my work here
is done.

yaoihentai69: mansmex ice cream would be � pretty
gross, probably.
Note to all: The next chapter of this story will be in three
weeks� time. This is because I will be posting my April Fool�s
Special (a Dragonball Z fic)
on April 1st.
In this chapter: the Reikai is a
weird, weird place.
***
Chapter 12: Invasion of the Reikai,
Part 1
***
�� Once again, Hiei
was part of a trio of demons breaking into the Reikai.
However, this time around their third member was no hired muscle, but his
oh-so-tasty Demon Lord. Yusuke was even shirtless for the occasion. Kurama was,
for some reason, in his old school uniform; Hiei�s
clothes were all the same anyway, so heist fashion was none of his concern.
Yusuke�s ticket portal placed them in a familiar part of the spirit realm: the
corridor just outside Koenma�s outer office. The
sounds of oni clerks rushing to and fro filtered
through the doors. Yusuke waited to see if they�d been noticed, then led his hannin in the opposite direction. His nostrils flared; he
was using his demon senses to track Koenma�s scent.
Hiei opened his Jagan and drew his sword. Beside him,
Kurama had sprouts emerging from his hair and coiled around his wrists, ready
to use in an instant. Just like old times.
�� Yusuke still
hadn�t told them what their final objective was, only how to get out if things
went foul. They each carried several of his portal-making wards, some that
would take them home to Tourin and others to the
human world and Genkai�s temple. Hiei would just as
soon not have to use them. This was supposed to be a stealth mission � Yusuke
had even concealed his youki somehow � but their goal
was a surprise.
�� The Toushin led them through the maze of halls and corridors,
into the residential area behind the Reikai fortress.
Here the �halls� were open to the sky; there were small gardens and statues at
the intersections, and the walls were lower. The sound of wind chimes came over
them, as well as, at one point, the stench of curry. �Not exactly a heavenly scent,� Kurama whispered.
�� I should have
packed a lunch,� Yusuke said. �Damn, I�ve lost the trail.� He looked around the
four-way crossing he was standing in, took a few steps down the left branch,
and sniffed at the floor. He did the same in the middle and right branches,
came back to the center, and crouched down to think. �This
way. I think.� He led them to the left.
�� You�re right,�
Kurama said after a few meters, �Koenma�s scent is
here.�
�� The trouble is, his scent is all over the place. But it�s strongest here.
And the d�cor is getting fancier.� Yusuke stalked along the street, almost on
all fours to keep his nose close to the ground. With his mane bristling up over
his back, he looked particularly bestial; Hiei adjusted his belts. Why was Yusuke always so hot at the most inconvenient times?
Maybe Hiei could get him to bend him over Koenma�s
desk or something � and here was an interruption, right on time.
�� ~ Someone�s
coming. Hide. ~ He leapt to the top of a wall and pressed himself flat. Kurama
ducked under an ornamental bush and made it grow thicker around him. Yusuke
slipped into the shadows behind a statue of a six-legged water buffalo. A
moment later, a pair of Reikai soldiers came around
the corner, arms on each other�s shoulders and obviously past the legal blood
alcohol level in most countries (except, possibly, for Ireland). They ambled by
very, very slowly, chattering about open mike night at some place called the
Six Feet Under. Hiei stopped himself from grinding his teeth; suppressed youki or not, Yusuke still felt like a raging house fire.
No one could be so drunk as to walk by a Demon Lord at arm�s length �
�� Except these two, apparently. They wandered around the next
corner with no sign that they�d noticed anything, and the demons came out of
their hiding places. �Marroons,� Yusuke said.
�� Kurama answered,
�Still, we�d better keep moving.�
�� Yusuke nodded
and went back to his scent trail. He had emphasized that he didn�t want to
start a war with the Reikai, but Hiei had his doubts.
All it would take was one guard who was actually paying attention � this was
fun.
�� They came around
another corner, and the architecture went from impressive to outrageous. The
carvings along the wall tops were gilded, and the doors had gemstones set into
them. They were getting close.
�� Without warning,
a shadow fell over them. �YUSUKE URAMESHI!�
�� All three of them
froze and looked up. A huge, bearded figure leaned over the wall beside them; a
faint scowl was on his face. �Enma Daioh,� Hiei squeaked (much to his embarrassment).
�� Hi there, your Kingness,� Yusuke called up
to him. �Don�t mind us, this is just between me and
Diaper-breath.�
�� Hiei almost
fainted. He couldn�t even sense King Enma�s energy;
it melded perfectly with the Reikai�s ambient field �
the mark of a bona fide God. They should be leaving. Very
fast. Now. Not back-talking him! Enma Daioh blinked, as if he had
never seen such behavior. Then he made a deep rumbling noise; he was laughing.
He was also wearing a straw hat, Hiei noticed. The King of the Dead was wearing
a giant straw hat and laughing at them. It was better than being instantly
vaporized, so Hiei didn�t comment.
�� IT STAYS BETWEEN
YOU AND HIM.�
�� Guaranteed, your Deadness. I�ve got it all under control.�
�� CARRY ON, THEN.
YOU ARE LUCKY IT�S MY DAY OFF.� King Enma moved away,
as silently as he�d appeared. Yusuke called after him,
�� Have a nice
day!�
�� Hiei took a
moment to restart his brain. He was still alive, right? He didn�t know if he�d
just witnessed an example of extraordinary courage, or extraordinary
foolishness. Of course, with Yusuke it could very well be both. Kurama simply
seized Yusuke�s head and kissed him.
�� Hold that
thought.� Yusuke led them past King Enma�s gilded
fence to another that was merely carved in black marble. Here he finally� turned into a
doorway and sniffed all over the brass handle. �This is the place. Kurama, your turn.�
�� The fox bent down
to examine the lock; miniscule vines extended from his wrist into the keyhole.
Hiei scanned the area with his Jagan, and there was
no one around. Good. After a few tense minutes, the lock clicked open. They
went in; being oddly polite, Yusuke took off his shoes
and carried them. The hannin followed suit.
�� Hiei had already
seen the interior with his powers, but elected not to spoil the effect; he was
already having trouble keeping a straight face. Koenma�s
house had apparently last been decorated in the 1960s. The floor was covered in
deep shag which was swirled with equal parts of purple and fluorescent orange;
Kurama looked nauseous. The seating was plastic and egg shaped, and some of it
was suspended from the ceiling on cables. The dining area was made entirely of
clear Lucite, except for an authentic Greek vase set on the table. A large piece of �art�, which resembled an explosion at a jam
factory, hund on the far wall.
�� It�s official � Diaper-breath has no taste.� Yusuke stepped
through the open room, past the Egyptian sarcophagus stuffed with video games
and into Koenma�s bedroom. Here, the carpet was lime
green, the bedcover was magenta, and the linens were black-and-white racing
checks. The headboard and dresser, however, were Louis
XIV.
�� Can we get this
over with, before my eyes explode?�
�� And will you
finally reveal your master plan? Though I admit, if it was fornicating on Koenma�s bed, the idea has rather lost its appeal.�
�� Nah, we�re OK.�
Yusuke was opening the drawers of Koenma�s dresser,
one after another. �Ah, here they are.� He held up a pair of Spongebob boxers. �We�re going to hold his shorts for
ransom. All of them.�
***
I like making fun of Koenma.

Next chapter (April 10): we haven�t seen Yukina and Mukuro
for a while � wonder what they�re up to?
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