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Last Song	By : Resting-Madness Category: Yuyu Hakusho > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hiei was really glad that he'd decided to go swimming with Youko. The water was cool and refreshing against his overheated skin; and, unlike other times he's been to the beach, the two of them are alone which meant: no screaming brats, flying beach balls coming their way, beach goers taking space on every inch of the sand. Just two friends swimming together in the quiet afternoon.
Watching Youko admire a crab or torment it out of its shell, Hiei smiles. 'Maybe this is what my song should be about.' Thinks the ex-singer. 'I'm not upset about what happened, I'm actually really happy that it did. Because if it hadn't then I may never have met Youko.' Walking over to the drifter, he hopped a bit to avoid getting a wave over his head. Continuing over, he smiled at him when Youko turns around.
"He won't make much of a meal." He says when showing Hiei the crab.
Laughing, he also gave a nodding agreement; overcome, the former vocalist wraps his arms around Youko's neck upon reaching him. "It's friendly," he says before pressing his lips to Youko's. Open mouth but without tongues, Hiei backed off just as the silver haired novice gourmet leaned in for more.
Blinking as Hiei backs off, Youko then smiles after coming out of his stupor. "If that's how we're gonna play it," he reaches under the water.
Hiei watches attentively, until his companion produced his shorts from under the water. "No." Deadpanned his tone and expression.
"Whaat? It's friendly!" He calls after the escaping male. Laughing, he says playfully while slipping back into his swim trunks/boxers. "You're no fun."
"I'm enough fun to know that doing that will spoil it." Retorts the logical thinker. Weighed by water, he walked heavily onto shore. Squeezing out his shorts in hopes to still the waterfall running down his legs. Looking back over his shoulder with a quick glance, he evaluated Youko to ensure he wasn't offended.
The drifter was lying like a drown victim on his back waving his hand so that he makes lazy circles in the water. Figuring he'd be like that for a while, Hiei heads inside the beach home. Not having time to have looked around, he grabbed his clothes from Youko's bag then sought out a bathroom with a shower. It's been ages since he's had a proper bath and he needed one. Though, when he asks the driver if he smells ok he'd always say 'Yeah'. The smile on his face suggesting otherwise.
Down the hall of the one story home, he locates a bathroom to the left. The towels in there smelled old, having been in the home and unused for who knows how long. But right now, he really doesn't have room to complain or be choosy.
Stepping out of his clothes, he closes the door making sure to turn the lock after doing so, he doesn't want a battle to break out. He could just see it.. Youko would walk in, naked and ready, and he'd have to hold the curtain over while avoiding getting shampoo in his eyes. Not a pretty scene. The water came on with a slow start, the pipes having not been used in a while.
"At least they have the water on." He says looking around the dark bathroom, the only light coming from under the door.
He wondered briefly what home didn't have a window in the bathroom? But thinking about it, who'd really want one? You live on the beach, people coming by, they'd easily look into the bathroom when the wind picked up. Stepping blind into the shower, he sighs in contentment as the water rushes over him. No hot water, but the air is so warm he didn't think he'd turn it on even if he could, the water is coming out like it's been sitting in a cup in a window on a sunny day. Pleasant.
Feeling around for the soap, he latches on to an old bar then washes it over himself. It was nice to have the dirt clinging to something else for a change. Hands in his hair while his body is rinsed under the spray, he scrubs the dirt out with force and water alone since there was no shampoo.
"Hieeei." He hears his name ghosted through his ear in Kurama's voice. Closing his eyes he can almost feel the male's hands sliding down his wet body.
"Hiei?" This time it's Youko who called his name.
He sighs when a mental hand grabs a hold of his member. With a gasp he shakes his head to snap himself out of it. 'Stupid move, Yeoh. I've gotta get home and out of this situation, I don't need romance or love, lust, or whatever the hell it is I'm feeling.' He barks at himself. Leaning forward he turns the water off, then steps out of the shower after giving his hair a good squeeze. Toweling dry, he walks into a room where he left his clothes, half expecting to see Youko laying on the bed, naked, with an inviting look on his face. But the room is empty. Instead of dressing, the dark haired male wraps the towel around his waist then walks over to the window pulling it open.
The fresh breeze blew in caressing his face to a smile. He hums now as he drops the towel and pulls on his clothes. He really likes the purple shirt if he could say so himself. Boxers and as always black jeans he strolls from the bedroom to the kitchen. Grabbing a drink from the cooler, he picked up his notepad and pen on his way down the hall to the bedroom, then he closed the door once on the other side, plops down on the bed then gets down to some writing.
Youko was surprisingly behaved, not interrupting his work even once. Hiei was starting to worry. He heard the movement of coming in, and after a while he left the bedroom he'd gone into then passed through the hall. Hiei assumed he'd gotten dressed, and is now sitting around with memories flooding his thoughts. He didn't think he could do it. Staying in a place he used to spend his summers as a child, all his friends gone, betrayed him no doubt. Youko is stronger than Hiei gave him credit for.
"Hey Youko," he starts to say but his words dwindle to nothing seeing that the driver was not there. Must be in the kitchen. He deducts. Heading there, Hiei remains quiet as he enters, not wanting to embarrass himself twice by talking to no one. Youko isn't there either. Cocking a brow, Hiei searched the one story home to find that Youko was no where within it. Going out onto the porch he scanned the area with his eyes in hopes to see the silver hair shining somewhere in the distance from the slowly fading sunlight.
Where the hell did he go?
...
"Can you please help me?" He says in an urgent voice.
A woman carrying a grocery bag stops when the young man grabs a hold of her elbow. "Let me go!" She cries out, but getting a good look at his handsome face, sadness in his eyes she retracts her earlier reaction. "Wh- what do you need?" She asks with just a bit of uncertainty.
"It's my mom, she's sick and I can't afford medicine for her," Youko lies. "Could you please lend me some money so that I may get some for her?"
Placing her hand to her chest, the woman's mouth drops in shock and sympathy. This poor boy. His mother is sick, and he can't give her proper treatment. How can she not help him? "Of course, I'll give you what I can." She says fishing into her purse.
Smiling, Youko says warmly. "Thank you so much, you don't know what this means to me..." He trailed off long enough to let her know he wanted a name.
"E-mi-re." She pronounced the name Emilie for him.
"Emilie." He smiles sweetly for her.
The woman blushed, though she thinks he's just a tall teenager, his perfect pronunciation of her name was blush able and his voice is just as handsome as his face. Pulling out fifty bucks, she holds them out to the poor boy.
"I hope this helps." She says. But just as she's about to tuck the money into Youko's hand, a man hurries over to her snatching her wrist back. Startled, the woman turns around seeing her husband standing behind her. "Huh? Yumiko? What are you doing?"
"Don't give money to this bum, he's a street rat. Can't you tell?" He asks his wife, voice stern.
Youko glares for a second, then returns his expression to calm and sweet. "I'm not a street rat!" He defends.
"It's true, Yumiko; his mother is sick and-..."
The man ceases her words snatching her by the elbow and leading her away. "I've heard it before, this boy is a bum, nothing more to it than that."
Youko watched as the couple walked away, a glare in his eyes. Sighing, he tosses his hands up in the air. The women give him hand outs and the men take it away. Getting ferry money in Osaka might be tougher than he'd thought. The people here aren't like the people in Tokyo or even Kyoto. They're rude and they don't give a damn about it. He always liked that quality before but now- to hell with them. Going into the station where the schedules are, he sees that a boat is leaving in two days for Kochi. He can surely get the money by then, especially with help from Hiei. That guy has moxy for this. He'd make a great traveler someday. Granted he didn't keep that dream to be a bigtime singer or something. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he heads back to the beach house. It's getting late anyway, the city is lighting up all around him; last thing he wants is to end up in a dark area where someone might take what little he did make tonight. It's a shame they're having leftovers, though, he'd kill for something hot to eat. But that's the life.
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Hiei popped the last bite of cold peanut flavored noodles into his mouth chewing them gingerly as he stared out at the body of water before him. He'll be in Tokyo in four days after he visits his mother and passed sister. This could very well be the last time he sees the silver haired male, whom he's come to like so very much. Would Youko still like him, though, if he knew that they are both from different worlds? Well, maybe not that different since Hiei was once poor himself, but different because they believe in different ways of living. Hiei didn't think he could take this life for longer than a month; Youko's been like this since his teen years. The former vocalist wondered if Youko were really used to it or just dealing with it, since he had no other options.
Glancing side long at his friend, he thinks to himself. 'We could stay here, couldn't we? The two of us living a peaceful life as the money wears down on us. Then we could pack up and be on the road again. Could we live like that?'
Giving Hiei a nudge, Youko winks at him. "Someone's thinking hard. I hope you're coming up with a scam for us to get some money for a ride to Kochi." Letting out a huff of defeat, he says. "The people around here aren't exactly easy targets like I thought they'd be."
"No." Answers Hiei lowering his gaze. "I was thinking about the next time I might get to see you, once all of this is over."
"All of what?" Youko cocks his head trying to see his friend's face, as though that may be the window into his mind. But Hiei's eyes remain downcast at the sand beneath him.
"This road trip. Us. Anything, really."
Smiling, Youko set his food down, chopsticks returned to the little dent in the lunchbox for it. "Don't worry, you can write me."
Hiei grunts to that. "With no mailbox, no address- stop being an idiot." He smiles, though, to show he wasn't being pessimistic.
With a shrug, Youko says seriously. "So write it to be sent here," with a smirk he then adds. "Maybe I'll come by and get it some time." Never one to be serious for too long.
"...Yeah." Hiei broke his cross-leg position to wrap his arms around his elevated knee, where he rests his chin. He looked like a dog whose owner just got a pet cat that he couldn't chase for the sport of it.
Seeing that his companion is really bent up about it, Youko leans over kissing Hiei on the scruff of his cheek, slightly on the ear before drawing back. Hiei looks questioningly at him, slightly embarrassed at the sight of Youko's silver hair glowing in the moonlight. Finding that a good distraction, Hiei turned his head to look at the moon. Large and bright casting shadows over everything. His own shadow looks like a dark puddle of water laying in the middle of the sand.
"Hiei." Youko whispered as he leans over.
Turning his head at his name, Hiei is met with a kiss on the chin that next went to his forehead, nose then lips. The kiss was light and sweet until Hiei's hands placed up into Youko's soft hair, his fist bunching it, as he deepened the friendly kiss to something more wanton. The former vocalist hummed in appreciated moans tasting Youko's tongue in his mouth, just as peanut buttery and salted as his own from dinner. Hiei gasps in shock when the silver haired fox bit down on his bottom lips hard enough to draw blood, but it doesn't. The former singer savors in Youko's cat-like licks to lap away any that might have been there.
"Mmm," Hiei leans back as Youko climbs on top of his hips laying him down on the sand.
With the male's weight covering him, Hiei's hands move to the slender shoulders squeezing them down over him loving the secure feeling of someone lying with him. It's been so long since anyone's touched him intimately and his body was having a none-too-shocking quick reaction to it. Both men groan in the urgent kiss as the strain in their jeans cry for attention. Hiei wasn't the only one whose been without release. And aside from self-help Youko's been dry for years, and now that he has the chance to experience the finest thing life has to offer he's gonna enjoy it for as long as he can. Moving his hips in a swivel; he moans into Hiei's ear, kissing it.
"Youko." Whispers Hiei, his hands coming down between them so he could understand what he's getting at, since his mind can't seem to speak beyond the name of the person giving him pleasure.
Youko lifts his hips up, his fingers bumped into Hiei's as the formed singer unfastens his own jeans. His mouth is biting into Hiei's exposed neck, sucking like he's trying to remove skin. The former vocalist's moans dance into the drifter's ear, the vibration of his rich, yet quiet voice tingled their way down his spine. Hiei removed his hands from his fly to tug Youko's jeans down about his waist as low as they could go with assistance; his hips rise from the sand when his jeans are tugged away as well. Both of them let out a hot hiss when their skin touched, their hips met like old friends meeting again after being apart for years. The pair moved in a frantic to grind, strengthening their erections.
Hiei arched when his shirt gets bunched up around his neck; he shivered when Youko's hand replaced his hips as the male's warm breath ghosts over his exposed chest making its way to his rising nipple. His tongue snakes out, swirling little circles around the pert bud like playing a game of ring around the rosy with itself. Hiei squirmed about in pleasure; the rough sand brushing his back while Youko's soothing touch caressed over him in soft tickles.
Youko's hand traced its way from Hiei's back to his other nipple the sand coated thumb offered it rough brushes while the other nipple experienced velvet wet warmth from the male's mouth. It's truly Heaven. Smiling around his handiwork, nipple still between his lips, he enjoys Hiei's private song. Kisses trail wet patches along the shorter male's torso, then Youko lowered himself down to Hiei's erection.
Kissing along a trail beside it, he can hear the run away trying to say something through his wispy pants but he ignores it, flicking his tongue out at the slit like a snake testing the air. Youko's eyes roll back a second tasting the liquid coming from Hiei's body. The scent alone made him wanna release into the sand, but he had a better place in mind to do that. Removing his jeans, he pulls Hiei's off afterwards, tossing them anywhere in the sand. With no further hesitations he opens his mouth then encases the pulsing need before him.
Hiei cried out; fire tingled from his chest to his lap, then the ball of seductive feeling bounced about randomly running through his entire body in the ricocheted. He didn't care if people living in the other homes could hear him, it was clear Youko felt the same way since his tongue wiggled along his sex as it backed into the silver haired male's throat, the tip of his tongue flicking at the spurts trickling from Hiei's body. This is torture!
The dark haired singer can't remember a time he's ever felt this good. His hips thrust upward nearly gagging his lover by accident, but Youko held Hiei's steady while he continues to extract heat from the grounded male. It wouldn't be long now... before... Youko gripped onto the tender balls giving them a hearty roll within his grasp.
Hiei's body jumped before he released into Youko's mouth. Back arched from the sand, straining hard enough to indicate that he would have been in bridge position had it not been for Youko keeping him in place.
As he eased down onto the sand, the waves of pleasure slowly dwindling away from him, his vision clearing in time to see the driver wiping his hands on his shirt to remove the sand. The male glances at him, his golden eyes half-lidded with seducing intent. Bringing his index and middle finger up to his slightly parted lips he slides them in coating them heavily with Hiei's release. Hiei had to catch his breath when he watched Youko withdrawal his fingers, but a peek of his tongue came out licking the tip of his index finger as though he almost hated to part with any bit of Hiei.
His lubed digits trace down his long moon soaked body without touching him, then down between Hiei's legs they end. Youko's fingers tickled the former vocalist's entrance before allowing themselves in wriggling as though they were climbing a ladder inside rather than slipping in. Hiei moaned as his body lifted from the cold sand again. As if that wasn't enough, Youko bent over a bit moaning as though it were Youko with Hiei's fingers within him, stroking him in just the right places, but as Hiei watched his semen leak from Youko's mouth and over his own stiff member, he braced himself for the real treasure.
Youko grabbed himself then bent over as he stroked his member with the man-made lubricant. His mouth claimed Hiei's again in a hard and desperate kiss. Hiei can taste himself, he sighed from the very idea of it and as if sensing that Youko plunged his tongue into his mouth to give him a better taste. Their breaths nothing but staggered shudders, as if incoherence was incoherent the two move together until they're both worked up enough to holler into the other's mouth. Fingers pulling out of Hiei, Youko slid himself in with ease. Again; Hiei whispered something Youko couldn't understand. Draping Hiei's legs around his waist, the smaller male moans as a sticky palm grabbed a hold of his member, Youko pulls back his hips then with the force of the waves screaming at their excitement he slams into him, mimicking his hand that's pumping up and down Hiei's length in time with his thrusts.
The former vocalist being vocal without a care turned his head in a dizzy gray haze of feeling, legs strengthening around Youko's thin waist, his thighs clench as his body works Youko in and out of him like a skilled mouth giving a blowjob. Youko died as he hunched over, long hair tickling his lover's chest as he did so, mouth open in silent cry at how good it felt to have Hiei's body clamping down on him at just the right time. It was like a yoyo slapping against the palm when the wielder sends it up and down.
Hiei clamped his ring at the base and as You no moved back, he clamped again just beneath the bulbous head before letting the smooth thrusting glide resume.
Where had he learn how to do something like that? Wondered Youko his body now unable to do even a basic thrust, from the giddy daze. The two hold tight to each other as they release in a mingled cry into the night.
Youko smiled before his eyes even opened. He felt like he weighed a ton. What a good night! Crinkling his nose he feels something brushing against his face. Opening his eyes he blinks a few times seeing a very up-close and personal shot of Hiei. He chuckled at first but then he realized it was a newspaper over his face. Trying to sit up his arms and legs, his entire body refused. Shaking his head rapidly to remove the paper he looks down to see that Hiei left him at some point but not before he buried his naked body in the sand; oh and look he made him a sand boner, how nice. Wriggling until the sand loosened he sits up then grabs the paper.
'Don't tell me 'Runaway' had actually ran away and people are looking for him.' He thinks as he studies the paper.
There is a very nice picture of Hiei all dressed up like some kind of rock star a group of guys behind him, smiling at the camera while his little lover stared rather emo at the thing. Looking to the right at the article his eyes grow wide. Band leader of Noizu, Hiei Jaganshi, has been released of his contract after the media uncovered that the sexy singer is into men. He mentally mutters a few sentences after that, then reads on. Caught with his pants down at a hotel after his sister died, the man can hardly keep himself from lewd acts even in the face of tragedy, too busy fulfilling-...
'All this time. He's been lying to me. He's been...' Standing Youko carries the paper with him back to the house.
A young girl screamed seeing his naked form striding across the beach, a little boy shouts 'Hey mommy, look!' The woman screamed and covered the girls eyes.
All this went unnoticed by Youko who only had one thing on his mind. Punishment. The door to the flat banged open. Youko looked around the living room then kitchen then walked to where Hiei chose to sleep. Surely enough the male was there, guitar in hand notepad not far from his reach as he scribbled something into it. Narrowing his eyes, Youko strode across the room pulled his fist back and socked the male on the jaw. The other side of Hiei's face hit the headboard from impact, hand coming up on instinct to deflect the sting.
Grunting in pain as he turned his head, he sees Youko glaring down at him like he would set him on fire if he could.
"Mind explaining this!" He tossed the paper at him.
With a bored expression, Hiei picks it up looking it over. "Hm. I would have thought they'd attempt to find less than flattering shots of me, considering what's happened."
"That's really funny," he snatched the paper back up, pointing at it hard enough to tear a hole into it. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that you used to be in a band?"
"Would it have mattered?"
"No. But you lied to me all this time!" He tossed the paper aside. "I trusted you, I felt sorry for you; I even..." He trailed off refusing to finish that sentence. "But all this time you were lying."
"I wasn't lying. That life was a long time ago." Hiei argued. "And what difference does it make?"
Youko chewed his words as he cast his gaze downward. He felt so stupid. So completely fucking stupid. All the while he was traveling with Hiei and joking with him, he honestly thought the guy was having a good time being with him, but he just wanted to slum until he finished licking his wounds. Did he ever once con money from anyone? Did he ever think up a scam? No, he probably just reached into his wallet while getting a good laugh at the poor idiot. Well, no more.
"This trip is over, Jaganshi or Yeoh or whatever the hell you're calling yourself these days." Walking to the dresser he takes out the liar's clothes tossing them at him. "Here. Pack up your shit, then go. Just... go." Going over to the window he took a seat on the small bench coming from the dip at the window.
He can't be serious. Hiei looked dumbly at his clothes tossed about on the bed then he looked at Youko, who is staring out the window to keep his attention anywhere that wasn't near him. Shaking his head with a smile, he says. "You're being ridiculous. So what if I used to be that person. I'm not him anymore... the only person I lied to was those worthless fans of mine by going by a different name and telling them I'm someone that I wasn't."
"Save it, because I don't wanna hear it." He crossed his arms. "I sat there telling you about myself and all my dirty little secrets, and you just sat beside me and lied."
"No, I didn't!" Insisted the male.
"Yes, you did! For fucks sake, you're still lying now!"
Making a face Hiei clenched his fist. "Oh really, how?"
"You told me you were hurt by someone, I'm assuming it was everyone that called you a fucking fag, am I right?" Hiei bit his tongue. "And yet, you sit here writing sweet words to them like they were making fun of someone else. You're a sell out, and a little bitch. I don't want anything to do with you."
This is stupid. Really stupid. Hiei had been feeling on top of the world after last night. He had been thinking all morning how much he genuinely cared for Youko, and wanted to be a traveler with him. Even if he never dipped into his wealth again it wouldn't matter to him because with Youko by his side he could learn to live without it once again. But now, he's sitting here calling him a phony. It just isn't fair. Youko doesn't know shit about what happened to him or why he's writing the song that he is. It's not like it's an apology stamped with the words of his never doing it again. It's just a swan song, a good bye. Is he really a sell out? Head lowered, he touched his throbbing cheek.
"A phony, huh?" He turns to the bed to gather up his things. "I never lied to you, Youko. All those people, from the very beginning, I was lying to them. And since that life ended and I chose to start over, I've told you nothing but the truth." Hiei pulled the strings on the net bag, then held it at his side. "I wanted to forget everything that happened, my band, my lover- everything. So why talk about something I'm supposed to forget? To ease the memory away? Because that wouldn't work, it would only further upset me. Since being with you I've felt nothing but calm, happiness, a peaceful feeling that I tried so hard to fight but couldn't. I wanted to be with you Youko, money be damned. But... since you're no longer interested and want me out... I'll go. But you're making a stupid mistake and you are the phony."
Marching from the house, Hiei fights the urge to return into the room and sock the male in return for the bruised cheek he's gonna sport for the next three days. How could he treat him like that. How could he throw him away when he was falling for him. Far worse than he fell for Kurama. That's probably why it hurts him so much to leave.
One last glance at the beach house, Hiei disappears into the city.
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