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Winter's Halo	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nada and make nada of the Yu Yu Hakusho gang. They all belong to the Yoshihiro Togashi crew. I only own the plotline.

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Dilemma

Yoko jolted awake from a sharp pitch of peeps coming from behind. At first slightly disoriented from his hibernated slumber, the sounds of weak cries weren't fully sinking in until the sudden noise came in repeated weak tremors. Some high, some low, all discombobulated into a splash of sadness and isolation. The silver fox stretched out his arms and legs, relishing the creaks and snaps of bones loosened from their steeled position.
Yoko sat up, allowing the sheets to ease his chiseled masculinity; all lean and solid lines of muscle running from his chest to the narrowed indents of his abdominal section. The lacked space of warmth by his side and diminishing scent of faint ginger reminded him that Shuichi had gone out earlier before. Most likely to speak with the Koorime on personal matters or another. Though he'd been gone longer the necessary—Yoko glared out at the sun's damning rays near the mouth of the cave—judging by the sunlight, he should've been back by now.
"Mmm eep eep."
Oh yes. The child. So he's the reason for waking him up sooner than scheduled. It'd been the Youko's original plan to get some well-earned rest until the next morning since he'd used so much energy the last few days. But getting any type of rest proved a difficulty if his home was housing a weeping babe hell bent on getting some adult's attention.
"Eeep. Eeep." Squealed the tiny voice.
Yoko sighed through his nose, the sigh bordering on irritation of being disturbed of his rest and it being directed to a certain human whose sole duty was to care for this pup. Not him.
The bottom half of his hakama were retrieved from his bedside and slipped on to conceal his nudity but his chest lied bare of any clothing as he stood, yawning off the rest of his grogginess and calmly walked over to the fur covered indent against the wall, hiding a peeping child. Yoko pulled back the hide and met with two bubble wide eyes, melting into large tears sliding down an equally chubby face.
Upon seeing the massive glint of hazel eyes narrowing, Kisa ears nervously sunk against his skull and slinked back, instincts forcing him to submit to the elder Alpha's energies coating his tiny body to a state of near suffocation. His eyes stayed averted, yet the tears continued to spill, lightly dripping onto the furry bedding he lied on. After a long stretched pause of no words being said, Kisa silently pulled at his blanket and covered half his face and coughed a gasping choke. "Eeep."
Yoko immediately raised an eyebrow, dampened his youki pressure, mentally translating what was asked, "Why would you assume I want to harm you?"
Hearing the deep voice practically mere inches from his body, Kisa shivered, ducking further underneath the furs. "Eeep. Mmm. Eeep."
Yoko sighed, hard. "I'm not sure where he is. Shuichi left at sun rise. If you want consoling you'll have to wait until he returns." The flappy hide slide closed as Yoko murmured, "You're not my responsibility." The child shouldn't expect any sort of pity from him. The deal had been, supposedly agreed this far, that Shuichi would care for the boy so long as he resided in this territory. Any type of comfort wouldn't be offered on his part, despite the blood shared between them.
But the instant he settled back down on his blankets, prepared for a reattempt to his sleep, the flap of his right ear twitched toward the sound of low whimpers coming from the same annoying source. Again his slumber would most likely be deprived of proper need, all because of the pitiful needs for this boy. It'd be just as easy to slain the child now, if it meant him getting some rest, but that'd only upset his mate.
And damn it all to hell, had it not been for those damnable green eyes, Yoko would do away with this child himself. But…even a tiny part of him was bothered by the timid weeps too afraid to openly express his fears for worry of being harmed.
Without missing a beat, Yoko lowered his back against the plush covered pallet, pressing his open palm against the flat ground. Low crackles of buzzing youki flowed from his fingertips, into the thick hard rock, searching for the tiniest greenery bedded within. Slowly piquing barbs of dying roots searched out the cause of their revival and happily pulled up until surfacing to embrace the hand feeding them life. Clawed fingertips lovingly caressed over the rotted roots until their rough exteriors smoothed to a soft lush sage.
Not a single word was spoken out loud, but the mental command of what was wanted sung clear as crystal to the swirling roots, retreating back into the ground to resurface someplace else. Minutes passed before the plant life found the reason for their master's summon and reached inside to carefully pluck the squealing child frightened of what was suddenly happening.
Kisa struggled and cried helplessly against the roped plant life, desperate for release. When he noticed the plants were taking him closer and closer to the stone faced Youko elder, his porcelain clear face paled to impossible snow white as more tears spring from his eyes. "Eeep. Eeep. Eeep." He seemed to plea, terror laced within his sunny eyes.
The roots gently placed him ontop the plush mountain of cozy blankets, before the very thing his eyes stayed on. Not once had Kisa turned his wide eyes away, though his mind begged for him to submit. There was just too much worry in his heart to listen. The elder was lying on his side, his face only two inches from his. Kisa was sitting up, staring into the slanted eyes observing his terrified disposition.
Suddenly long fingers kneaded around his round head and jerked his face forward—directly in front of the silver Alpha— and Kisa's fears released in the sound of a horrid shrill when his ear was viciously nipped and held between sharp fangs. Tears gathered in his eyes, further staining his face as he cried out in pain, tugging his slightly punctured ear.
"Mmm…Mmm…"
"You know better," he heard the rasped deepness of the elder's voice, vibrating in his ear. "Shuichi's spoiled you little kit. You know your station." A fang lightly pricked the soft flap. "You haven't earned the privilege of looking into the eyes of your superior."
Kisa winced pressing against the lips clamped on his ear to dull the agony but it stayed constant. "Eeep. Eeep."
Yoko bit harder unpleased with the incorrect response, pointedly ignoring the trembling weeps. Kisa quickly shifted the best he could on his back, tugging his tail between his legs; ears slumped and lightly licked over whatever portion of Yoko's skin he could reach. Tiny peeps pleaded for forgiveness of his disobedience and this time were answered when the harsh pressure slowly unfolded from soft lips and met with the warm stroke of a large, wet tongue.
Kisa absently purred against the warm acceptance of his apology, nudging his head closer to the sizzling heat, flaring up his hair. Yoko pulled back his appreciative display of gratitude and settled back against a soft pillow. "Sleep." Came his breathless order.
Wearily looking from side to side, Kisa numbly lowered himself on top of the sheets unsure as to how close he can get without being punished. The drafty winds blew within the caves at that moment causing quivers to rake his tiny body and curl his tail around his waist. The cool chill quickly circled around the cave in resemblance to an ice box, lowering the temperature to an intolerable in a matter of minutes.
"Mmm. Mm…" Kisa curled himself in, trying to hold in as much heat as possible.
…and he nearly had a heart attack when he was roughly lifted and shoved under the sheets, pressed against a solid wall of thick chest pecs. Curiously he peered up at the soft throat near his lips and squeaked a question.
"Would you rather have slept in the cold?" Yoko mumbled sleepily.
"Eeep."
"Hmm just as I thought," Yoko unconsciously resigning to the folds of slumber pulled the child close. "Get some rest kit." Inari knows he needed it and he'd be damned if lack of sleep was the reason why he was comforting this child.
From the surrounding heat smothering his nude body, sleep was what had Kisa nuzzling against the cozy security pressed so warmly against his body. Flesh against flesh has always been a foxling's baby blanket to dreamland. And soon he fell into a gradual slumber, yawning a small exhausted peep, resting safely in his elder's embrace. Yoko waited until the child fell asleep to tug the blankets closely around them both before he too was thrown into another world of peace and tranquility.

The story only uttered hours ago still rung as clear as the crystal snow in Hiei's mind. Nothing more had been said between them after the final word was whispered to the wind itself. Before anymore of the despicable tale could be muttered, Hiei had already vanished, leaving Kurama there to think over the events of his created past alone. Not only was one of the laws broken because of disgusting lust for the likes of a mortal child but it had be coupled with another criminal offense by mating with the wretched boy and bringing him here to live as something he was forced into.
Time and time again with every wind splitting slash of his katana, Hiei couldn't erase the mirrored image of a small child caring for and humoring the company of a Youko. But then again, Kurama had been a curious child once upon a time. The ignorance of his everlasting pact probably didn't become known until years later. After hearing that part the rest of the story was easy for Hiei interpret on his own.
Yoko more than likely pursued Kurama to accompany him to Makai and completed the mated ritual on these grounds.
How was Hiei supposed to react after hearing such a tale? Responding verbally was the last thing on his mind. Any other form of communication had been lost on him as well. What could one say to this? Why would the Youko use his own soul to blend with that of a mere human child? No that's a ridiculous way to put it. The real question was what was it about Kurama that had the Youko wanting to claim him as his own?
For every question shadowing the innards of his thoughts, the violent swing of his blade collided with the thickest tree truck, slicing easily through the wood as smooth as glazed glass. The more he thought it over, the more he couldn't get it out of his mind. No there was no anger or resentment to either of them for what occurred long ago. It was more towards curious appeal.
For a human and a demon—his blade stopped mid stroke—no, no its stupid to even linger on something of no importance. It benefited him in no way to burden himself over such nonsense. Hiei wasn't going to let his prejudice thoughts cloud his mind now. Whatever that disgusting relationship revolved around had nothing to do with him…but still—
"Hey Piggggggge!"
Hiei was halfway through throwing another roundhouse air twist when a fist came soaring past his face, piercing a thin slit across his cheek. Deep growls thundered in Hiei's chest as the splash of gleaming ebony swirled by his temple, "Damn you." Hiei dodged the second swing of a long punch.
Kuronue fell on his hands, handstanding long enough to circling his right leg to Hiei's neck. His foot connected with a solid wrist block. He laughed switching his stopped leg for the other, "Damn you're good," Kuronue's left foot tried for a frontal kick only to slam directly into the flat shine of metal. "That one shoulda' took ya head!"
Hiei jumped back before launching himself full bodied at the irritating creature, right fist swinging for a wishful against that smug jawline. However Kuronue sidestepped him, grabbing both wrists in a single hand to immobilize any further attacks. A taunting dark brow lifted at the thrashing Koorime, still trying to get his blade just close enough to slit his throat. Kurnoue stiffened the right wrist grasping the hilt before smashing their warm bodies smashed against the other.
Momentary surprise brightened Hiei's eyes as it seemed to him their bodies mended perfectly—like the missing piece of a jigsaw. But the instant shock was so vexing and disturbing warm, Hiei roughly pushed some distance between their chests as if the very contact burned his body.
Kuronue was pissed a little at the loss of contact; having liked the position he'd placed him in. But that didn't stop his devilish smile from spreading a shit eater's smirk. "Tsk you know you want me."
"Damn fool." Hiei used the momentum of his strength to propel the amused raven several feet away. Hiei leapt back for more distance between the cackling fiend and twisted his blade, "What the hell is your problem?" he paused, ignoring the heat seeping through his blue shirt. "Why are you attacking me?"
Kuronue had the audacity to look offended, "Aww don't you remember? You promised to spar with me and let me take you out for a run around the forest to give me a kiss—whoa!" He grasped a fistful of dirty snow and hurled at the raging Koorime about to slice his head off. Damn near lost his eyelashes that time.
"I made no such promise," Hiei sneered smoothly, swiping off the flurry of snow from his arm.
"Yes you did," Spoke the irritating Kuronue, placing a hand on a jutted hip, "I asked if you wanted to spar sometime and—"
"I said I'd consider it," Hiei cut off with the honest finish.
"….That's pretty much a yes right?"
"That's a maybe. Closer to a no."
"Which could easily be seen as a yes," Kuronue grinned, wide and bright and lean down until he was face to face with the Koorime's almond eyes. "Come on Pige—" Hiei growled. "Err Hiei, I'm not such a bad guy. Look," Suddenly Kuronue took off toward a large tree and hurried back with his left arm full of a wrapped up bundle. "I brought you something to eat—hey where you going?" He called out to the retreating back.
Hiei sheathed his blade as he walked on, "Away from you."
"Away from me?" Kuronue jumped without warning, landing in front of the Koorime's path. "I…I uhh…" he chuckled sadly and shook his head. "You know what, never mind…I just wanted…" He roughly shoved the package in Hiei's chest and turned on his heel, all in a single huff before another word was spoken.
For a silent moment, Hiei watched the departing raven's shoulders and wings deflated of their usual confidence and for the smallest second felt a tinge of pity for the fool. Almost.
The white lumpy sheet unraveled in his arm and a couple of circular red spheres rolled off onto the snowy ground. Apples. Fruit. That damned fool had brought him something to eat. Then has the nerve to pout like a child? The incompetent jackass…
"Ouch—son of bitch—what was that for?" Kuronue fell to his knee holding the back of his head, where a glob of stinky juice and chunky pieces of something, coated most of his hat.
Hiei grabbed another apple and threw it just as hard, narrowing his eyes when the fool caught it with ease. "Be grateful it was the fruit and not my blade."
The Chimera's hotshot smirk, amused by the fire demon's sizzling attitude. The musing stare of admiration stayed steadily on the unintentional sway of narrow hips approaching a tree and gods help him he wanted to rip those pants off and fu—
"If you're done goggling me like some deprived child of the poor district, you can either join me at a distance or be gone."
Kuronue wasn't much for proper lingo but half way through he understood the 'join me' part and happily pranced over to sit beside Hiei. Actually the spot directly next to him was what he aimed for and apparently his brain either didn't function the part where Hiei said 'from a distance' or he blandly ignored it. Yes he was painfully invading this lovely demon's personal space and he could give three diamond damns about it.
When all Hiei did was scowl at him and bit into his apple, Kuronue understood that the guy probably didn't mind. So there they sat for an awkward few moments, both lavishing an apple—Kuro wishing he were the apple hide being chewed between those soft lips—and enjoying the peaceful chill of a cool afternoon. The fruit soon found their final destinations on the ground after being eaten to the core and Hiei stretched his arms, settling back against the tree, staring up at the sky littered with wispy clouds.
"Nice day huh?" Kuronue figured someone was going to have to start conversation, so why not him? "Nice clouds. Nice trees. Nice clean air." Nice everything. At this moment he was just appreciative of the company being near. Even if he was lacking the ability to converse a few words.
Studying the length of his legs, the Chimera chuckled at little at how the other's legs barely passed his kneecaps and slowly followed up those inflated hakama to the three silver belts knotted around a trim waist, further up to the hidden valley of flat abs and chest muscles, up the side of a slender neck, until reaching the close eyed expression of Hiei. And gosh was it not the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
His tanned skin seemed to glow a radiate gleam under the sun's sneaky hide-and-seek shine. The skin was so smooth; it seemed water would be envious of his sleek, glazed surface. Lengthy eyelashes rested timidly over the curve of high sculpted cheekbones. Kuronue's eyes darkened a navy midnight, traveling over the small button nose to the slightly parted pink lips; plump and pouty. Beautiful was a word hardly deserving of what this young man was.
And gods help him he wanted a small taste of what they'd taste like…just a little bit.
It was than Hiei's eyes fluttered open and automatically shifted to the side. His guard had dropped for the briefest instant—a deadly mistake had he been in unknown company. Crimson eyes locked on the dangerous heated glint of polished night, the moment distilled in a simple confused gaze, held captive in the other's fiery gaze.
When and how their noses and gotten this close Hiei hadn't the slightest clue, but he could feel every puffed breathe teasing his face. Red carved into blue, confusion and weary confliction flashing violently in both. The scent of bold lavender assaulted his nostrils like a blizzard blade, slicing away Hiei's windpipes just as harsh as the smell of searing charcoal burned Kuronue's taste buds.
Frowning disdainly at the predicament he placed himself in, Hiei soon turned his face away from the obvious look of desire filled want, scaring his mind's own lustful needs and made to stand only to have his arm tugged. And strangely he did nothing to stop the grip. He allowed himself to be pulled back down into the ensnared trap of those deep blue eyes, desperate for him to comply.
Kuronue worked his dried lips several times, whilst licking away the frosted coating. "….I'm not going to hurt you Hiei."
The distance between them closed, Hiei blinking unmoved and Kuro leaning in closer. "I'm not going to hurt you." He repeated more gently, his voice hushed.
Ebony lockets lightly brushed Hiei's cheeks and then… "No." The spell was broken. His hand pushed some distance between him and the Chimera's chest as he stood up, brushing off the dirt on his pants. "I don't trust anyone." Was all he said before dashing away.
Hurt, saddened and a bit disappointed, cobalt blue eyes watched the disappearing Koorime melt into the forestry. And this time, Kuronue didn't follow.

High above in the lush green canopy, deep onyx eyes stayed concealed watching the entire display of conflicted intimacy flicker from one demon to the next and it was then that a deep seeded jealousy burned deep within his chest. Yomi waited until Kuronue flew off, before jumping down from his perch. His gaze switched from the tree truck that once housed his spied occupants, twisted to where the Chimera fluttered off, to the Koorime lad vanished.
His interests had already been declared the moment he stared into those captivating eyes and since had wanted to see what those eyes looked like smothered with the heat of passion beneath him. For now he'll take his time and approach the Koorime his own way and see what happens from there. With that thought sealed away in his mind, Yomi darted off to the bandit fortress needing to deal with the planning for the Northern Heist.

TBC: Spice? Yep spice. So close…But was it too soon for such a close encounter? Hmmm. More spice next time…if I can somehow cook it up. ^_^ More Hiei/Yoko/Kurama bond time next chapter…and some Yomi/Hiei conversation…and some Kuronue/Hiei awkward time. ^_^
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