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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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Warnings: Sexual Implicit Content will be present in this chapter. Don't read if you're uncomfortable with Male/Male sexual activity. You've been warned.

Unexpected Passion

The grayest cerulean tinted clouds, though few and thin, were just the right amount of condensed body to obscure those who were committing the most dangerous and yet unspeakably beautiful sin.
As often as it happens during the star clad nights, the moon succeeds to deliver its untainted glow, through the cracks of scandally dressed trees, shadowing the bravery of leaves still holding their green luster and cascading a wavering sparkle of dazzling jewels in the snow. Brilliant and utterly magnificent in the beams of the navy sky's millions of stars and single glowing moon, sounds of delicate sighs hissed as soft as the chilled breeze.
No sounds of natural inhabitants burdened this time of night, only enhancing the pronounced peaceful fire surging inside his body. The wintry frost acted as his bedding, prickling his tanned nudity, leaving him to suffer, cold and numb. The bare snow scratched his back raw, literally sending quaking aches to his bones.
But those thoughts were foreign, a forgotten memory during this desiring freeze in time. His eyes once a radiate green were now shrouded a darkened moss as sage as the weeping willow he lied underneath as the hot singe of warm breath scattered over his neck and chest. His face stared through the dancing vines seeing the crescent moon smile down upon him despite his body burning with wantoned pleasure. Short crimson bangs settled dampen from the snow's melted perspiration and bodily reaction to the moist tongue tasting whatever it could reach.
Shuichi's fingers twitched his breathing labored and heavy. Long pointed claws delicately ran over his exposed frigid skin; padded digit tips circled around peaking chocolate brown nubs. The snow's dampening chill caused every fiber of his body to feel every feathered touch, every gentle stroke the instant it warmed him. Several claws followed the same slowed path as the devil's tongue, lightly grazing scarlet lines over his ribcage.
He tilted his head against the grassy ground, shutting his eyes against the blistering pleasure, sharply inhaling the earth's icy scent.
Gods how it burned for that tongue to lap his cold skin but it mattered not for he was gratified with appraising kisses worshiping further down his stomach. "Open your eyes Shuichi," he heard Yoko's voice whisper huskily somewhere in the hazy fog. "Feel me tasting your body."
It was difficult. Kurama could hardly hold his pressured lids high enough to see the moon. "Y-Yes Yoko."
Shuichi raised his eyes to the dark clouds. His hands begged for reprieve from the clammy snow he remained as he was, whilst his beloved devoured every inch of his smooth muscles, shivering when sharp fangs and sizzling lips traded chances at tormenting his stomach.
Yoko took his precious time, tasting and licking the bounty that was of sweet youthful skin and salt sweated flesh, purposely swirling his rough surfaced tongue against the sensitive skin between Shuichi's stomach and lower abs. Every portion was graced with a flavor better than the last, the lower he went as if guiding his way to the weeping red twitch against his chest. He could feel the hot pearls swiping at his chest, begging for the contours of his mouth to heal its pain.
"Patience Shuichi," He mumbled deeply and continued lickings his way down. Tufts of red curls stood on end when Yoko's face finally found the throbbing muscle, swollen a dark red hue and quivering from the windy air. Heavy scented musk assailed wildly in his nose, smelling as intoxicating as a heated drug. Yoko buried his nose deep in the nest of redness, inhaling and greedily rolling the perfume on his taste buds.
"Yoko," Kurama hissed, back suctioned to the frosted ground, too heavy with chill to move. "Now, Yoko." His agony increased when low, vibrate chuckles shook next to his sex.
"We have time Little One." Yoko breathe, intaking another whiff of male laced pheromones.
"Yoko . . ." The fox demon nearly lost his rhythm, having to hear his name called so desperate and fragile, as a trembling snowflake. "Yoko please."
A blasting tidal wave of passion trickled on Yoko's cheek—it was all he could stand as well before easing his mouth over to take his mate in his mouth, already feeling the lubricant film of salty cream stain his tongue.
Kurama's wet hair tussled from side to side as white fire struck a rippling shot with quickness. Loose tendrils flung across his face, around his neck like constricting roots. His hands flexed and clenched against the muggy dirt until finding refuge in the tangle of silver silk, digging his dull nails against the fox's scalp. Kurama's hips shook, his legs bent high above, landing hard on his mate's broad shoulders.
Yoko felt the request to quicken the suckling but kept the slow agony deep and long as he bobbed his head up and down, ringing out every unnatural mew he could. Those passion filled moans fueled his fiery lust. He sipped and sucked every beading sour pearl as soon as it surfaced, twirling around the shaft and dipping down in a twist. And through it all his hazel eyes transformed to a molten bronze, watching the withering release of Shuichi's loss, unable to control his voice from groaning. Luscious strokes glided on a gradual pace, until thick liquid fire spouted down Yoko's throat.
Kurama grunted softly thrusting his hips in Yoko's jaws, flinching with each rough suck Yoko sipped to milk every lasting drop free. Slippery and coated in a slick shine, Kurama's member slide limp and jumped free from Yoko's lips, coated in saliva and cum. Panting and having trouble memorizing the way his lungs functioned, it was Kurama could do to even remember how to move.
"Mmm Shuichi, so delicious . . . so lovely," Yoko licked his fangs clean, thumbing off the smudge of cum on his chin and swiping it across his tongue.
Kurama said nothing, still lost in the spasms of a wonderful climax, twitching and slowly gaining the numbness from the sheering snow against his back. Silent hums pulsed in his throat as his by the slowest degrees his eyes opened to mirror green slits to see a vulpine grin staring at his vulnerable state. "Damned Youko, don't stare. It's. . ." he swallowed, licking his dry lips. "it's annoying—" He gasped, instantly wishing his feet weren't levitated off the ground. Yoko held no mercy as his fingers coiled around Kurama's hilt and squeezed.
"I'll look at whatever I want Shuichi, be it my treasures," he squeezed, "or your body."
"Ahh Yoko . . ."
Yoko grinned at the squirming succumb of his human, giving the occasional stroke and hard squeeze. Teasing and light combing his claws through the curly nest, brought more, wrung more moaning pleas than he could handle. He worked Kurama into an edged orgasm and left him to suffer as his lips planted a trail of opened mouth kisses from the tip of his sex, the bottom of his abs—tracing each one like coated candy—purposely leaving a wet trail all the way until he reached his most desired position.
Above Kurama's body, eyes locked in a moment of lost colliding lava gold and blossoming green. Yoko hooked his hand under the frozen soil until grasping his mate's neck and lifted upward. Kurama took the unspoken hint, depleting the snowy space until fire sealed their lips together. Hungry and savagely tearing at his soul, Kurama could feel every fang nip at his lips, and the thick rough edged tongue glazing for entrance to mate with a softer muscle. Taste and flavor, all so familiar tanged from the other's breathe and seeming to create the steam of their passion through their noses.
The kiss feathered a broken departure; a slither of saliva keeping them connected.
Yoko licked it clean, trailing it's wetness along Shuichi's jaw, nibbling at his chin and coming to caress the length of his neck; another delicacy Yoko found to be of the upmost deliciousness. This was where he could taste the truest scent of his beloved Shuichi, where his life pulsed alive and wildly untamed by the simplest touch. Here, Yoko could ravish to his heart's content, licking, lapping, giving his fangs full access to scratching a possessive jagged line down the way.
"Mmnn . . ." Shuichi couldn't get close enough. His back flexed, his legs clamped tight around Yoko's shoulders, urging him to get it done. The sheer magnitude of this fire was too overpowering to keep within. The way Yoko's lined muscles manifested a wonderful friction against his was mind boggling. He was his heated blanket against the dulling snow; his Sun to melt away the chilled crystals.
But this was how it always happened. It was the predictable skill Yoko used to distract him from what was to come. So Shuichi knew what was to come next.
The claws tangled in his mass of red hair slid down to cup his ass higher. Yoko's tips dug into the smooth cheek. The other hand supported his weight above, pressed flat against the soaked soil. Shuichi automatically hooked his leg around Yoko's waist and wrapped his arms around Yoko's shoulders.
The rounded nub, sticky and hot with pre-cum, hard as the thickest tree truck, pressed against Shuichi's entry. His body steeled, his breathing paused. No warning came; no audible word. Yoko just thrust in breaking through the muscular boundary that rejected his entrance. And Gods how it tore through his cold numbed body, hotter than the pain. No matter how often they did this, the pain would always be there. But it was during that tender moment Shuichi welcomed the pain. He enjoyed it; he wanted it there to seal the reality that he was with his Youko.
The second thrust was just as burning, buried to the base. Shuichi squinted his eyes to slits, biting his lower lip too hold in the shameful cries he wanted to let out. His fist balled against the Youko's shoulders, leaving crescent shaped gashes. He could feel the swelling, the hot slimy slides of pain thrusting in and out, bringing enough pain to snake in his veins. Gods he loved it. All of it.
Yoko grasped Shuichi's thigh, squeezing the supple skin untouched by a demon's strength but soft as a virgin's lips.
The air between them blew out white and sizzling steam. Shuichi wanted that space closed. He wanted nothing between them. His arms pulled until Yoko's chest was against his, and he could bury his face in the crook of Yoko's neck and muffle the building cries.
"This is what you want isn't it?" Yoko's breathe was a whispered furnace in Shuichi's ear. He lifted Shuichi higher, thrusting hard and deep. Shuichi bit down hard filling his mouth with the salty iron; he wouldn't dare speak. Not like this. Not while being dominated so harshly
A fact Yoko knew so well, which onwardly beckoned him to continue talking, "You wanted this my sweet Shuichi. You came to Makai to be here with me. You want it just like this don't you?" His thrusts grew faster with each weakened grunt against his neck.
Shuichi stared above watching the clouds move along, as his body jerked from every animal powered thrust. Yes, he came to Makai for this. For this man, overpowering him with all of this passion. For this man he held no regrets what all that he'd left behind.
Time stayed steeled for this shared moment. The sounds were brutish and ragged, skin slapped a sensual echo; sweet music to their ears.
Through it all, Shuichi still stared unseeing into the moon's face, loving the continuous feel of fulfillment. The end would soon be near but Yoko kept it lasting as long as possible. His claws pricked holes the cheeks in his hand, releasing the dizzying sweetness of young blood in the air.
The thrust became erratic; Shuichi couldn't hold in his cries, "Urgnn Yoko . . . Ahh"
That unleashed Yoko's control. One final thrust surged forward deep, long and claiming in the secret within Shuichi's body that sent him screaming to the very moon that watched their sin commence. Yoko growling in Shuichi's neck as his knot bloated, locking them together for successful release.
Panting tired, exhaustedly sated, Shuichi's sight faltered and gasped from the sudden drop of weight on his smaller frame. Near unconsciousness, his fingers absentmindedly combed through the sweaty clumps of silver haloed around his chest and tenderly stroked over the pointed ears cupping his chin.
In the dimly lit darkness, shimmering tiny dots swayed in the wind, drifting lazily from the sky. Shuichi watched as one by one more magically appeared from the invisible source, with mild interest. Several trails of dancing flakes soon glided down landing on his arms, and face, stinging against the unnatural fire licking his skin.
The cold held no importance to Yoko as slumber soon began to crumble around his mind and his arms embraced the mortal youth underneath.
"Yoko."
"Hm."
Shuichi untangled his hand and caught a flickering speck, watching it melt into a wet spot. ". . . It's snowing." His voice hitched as a warm lick tasted the melting snow on his chest. "Yoko. . ."
Yoko sleepily tilted his head up for a slow kiss, tasting the falling snow's refreshing sting against his human's lips, neither noticing the shadowing purity blanket their bodies from view.
The moon remained where she was. A silent, unmoving witness to the sin now complete. And yet the snow, pure and untouched of any darken scars, seemed to be her blessing for this crime even if their love, stained her silky snow.

The following sunrise, majority of the bandit crew had dispersed through the territories to find a dealer from a few nearby ports to trade in their stolen goods for profit. So when Yoko and Shuichi arrived near midmorning, neither was too surprised to find only Kuronue there to greet them.
The Chimera hovered overhead, landing soundly in front of the shorter man. "'Sup guys, sure took ya long enough to wake the dead." This appointed directly to Shuichi, sneakily added a wink. "I could hear you from the South Post."
Then Shuichi's face took on the slightest pink tint on his nose. An honest blush spread across his face and Yoko's perverted chuckling wasn't aiding this situation.
When no one answered this only encouraged Kuronue's teasing. "Whew, must've been a long night."
Shuichi's felt his face get warm, but Yoko tipped his shoulder, "Can you blame me? Being what he is and all."
"Honestly Yoko, learn to be discreet when addressing our private matters," Shuichi scolded softly.
"Lucky dog," Kuronue said. "So what's the plan for today Chief?"
"Nothing on the agenda other than Northern Castle," Answered Yoko. "Have you already set up navigation routes and geographical sketches?"
Kuronue blew long and hard, "Yes Chief. That was taken care of days ago. Me and Yomi settled that bit with a couple of the guys."
"And scouting operations?"
"Done too."
"Routine guard duty?"
"Yea—" Kuronue caught himself. "You're the one who put me on that you jerk!"
Shuichi folded his arms, shrugging his right shoulder. "Then there's nothing further for us to get accomplish. Consider yourself fortunate we have some down time until the next assignment."
His black wings deflated. Kuronue didn't need down time. He needed some type of leisure activity otherwise he'd go insane.
"Why not go see what Hiei's up too?" Shuichi suggested. Though curiously he was perplexed as to where the Koorime villain had ventured off too. Hiei was an early raiser so there's no doubt he's around here somewhere. Most likely near the Dead Tree.
Kuronue tilted his head over, placing a hand on his hip. "Nah, the little guy's not up for company." But hell when is he ever?
"Yes he's a hard fellow to deal with at times." Shuichi paused. "I'm assuming Kisa's with him than?"
"Nah the kid's taking a nap in my place . . ." Kuronue scoffed. "Tsk little brat gets more action than I do." Speaking of which; Kuronue peeked an eye from under his hat, quietly eyeing his Chief a silent message.
Yoko caught on, "Shuichi, could you—"
"I'm not a child you two," Shuichi injected sternly. "If privacy is what you need, you merely need to say so and I'm gone. No need to be secretive."
"Mmm," A tiny sprinkle of youki peaked and fell. Yoko lifted a single digit, coiling a single string of his hair until a seed swirled in his palm and blossomed into a white rose bud. "Forgive me?"
Shuichi took the rose stem, sniffing its gentle apology and lifted an eyebrow. "I'll take it into consideration."
"You do that." Yoko reached over to tuck Shuichi's lengthy side lock behind his ear. "I'll see you later." He pressed a kiss to his smooth forehead and waited until the lad was out of ear range before turning to see an envious expression on his comrade's face. "What is it?"
"You—him, I mean you and him, it's just—damn" Kuronue scrambled over his words, trying to figure out what he's trying to get across. "How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"You two. How do you work?"
Yoko's ears swiveled side to side, "I'm not following."
Kuronue sighed, switching his gaze from side to side before urging Yoko to a secluded place, as if someone might eavesdrop on their conversation. "Look, don't get all gushy and shit about what I'm about to ask alright? I'm just a little slow with this stuff."
"Point and case," Yoko mumbled and folded his arms. "What's this about?"
Taking a deep breathe, Kuronue said, "IwantyoutohelpmegetwithHiei."
A slender brow rose at the rush of jumbled words, "Try that again, slower and in better punctuation."
"I want you to help me get with Hiei," This time said more slow and precise. "Ya know, just to," he blushed. "Help me show him I like 'em and stuff."
Yoko blinked, "The young fire demon? You want to trouble yourself with that brat?"
"Hell yes; Gods you have no idea how much I want him." By now Kuronue was all smiles, going on and on about every little detail he's come to appreciate about the spunky little sprite. "He's just so . . . so . . . Man I just like everything about him. His shitty attitude, the way he walks, that weird 'Hn' thing he does, how he always tries to kill me, his pissy fits, that lightning hair—damn I just want him!"
The Youko by this point could only feel pity for his delusional friend. To lust after that firecracker, with no hopes of getting within a two inch radius? "Peculiar, but why would you want advice about courtship from me?" Yoko repeated in disbelief. "Why not ask another?"
Kuronue shrugged, "I would ask Yomi but he sleeps with anything that has a pulse. Hell I think he'd fuck a fruit if it had a pussy or an ass."
"Point taken." Yomi would likely advise the man to rape him than and ask questions later. Yoko thought a moment, debating over a few options to give or keep to himself. "How far are you willing to go?"
"I'm pretty desperate." The Chimera replied no pause or hesitation.
Hm, that's good . . . "Have you considered a direct approach?"

Graceful and silent, there was no warning for the approaching blade until the slice through its victim. The crackling snap of a lumbered log, echoed louder than the person's snow crunched steps as he drifted through the air with the stride of a leaf.
Repeatedly the sword gashed through every available branch, adding to the countless piles of clean cut limbs. All his precision, all concentration into mentally trained focus of achieving one hundred percent perfection. Several counters against himself flew out through three rounds of flaming spheres, bouncing off the snow covered grounds. Hissing signals alerted Hiei for the obscene assault and prepared himself to defend.
Again he found his mind clouded with delirium and enrage misery. Hiei wanted out of this prison. . .Perhaps not as demanding as before but the oppressed urge to challenge the Youko to a duel for his freedom grew each day. But to duel with an A rank or stronger demon—he'd risk far too much.
"Yo' Piggge!"
In an intense sense of déjà vu, Hiei once again found himself on the receiving end of whistling blades, aimed for his head. "Damned fool!" Before Kuronue could blink, Hiei soared his left fist—but Kuronue slammed the flat of his blade against the fist. Hiei hadn't anticipated a fast counter and doubled his speed, launching his leg up for a high jump kick.
The tall raven twisted his head, grinning cockily, keeping steady. The clashing of slicking blades rung a harmonic tinkle, rattling the icicles stuck to branches. Movements were blurred to swift black wisps, momentarily viewed only to vanish without a crash. Only the blare of colliding steel revealed their instance.
A final blow scattered them across the range, both on either side and quick to regain ground. Hiei used his precisioned speed, sagging forward. Kuronue hunkered low to the ground, digging both hooked daggers in the ground for a strong blow. The other's adversary was ready for a final strike; ready to end it all, finally and for good.
They met dead center—by the slowest degrees, swords were drawn back for stronger momentum, a more stunning attack—but what happened next, caught Hiei off guard.
Kuronue's twin Dracos curled overhead, slamming one solid pound strong enough to break Hiei's Katana off balance, and trap the middle under his foot. At this space their faces were a whispered breathe away, mere centimeters. Hiei's eyes narrowed to blood gem slits, dangerous and cautious.
Indigo night melted into the crimson almond, lost in its sea of enraged blood and deadly warning. Those eyes were so beautiful . . . so close. Warm breathe fanned over their cheeks in the midst of this combatting stare down; lost in the endless void of darkened hues. One of sizzling flames; One of smothering lust.
And Kuronue took advantage of it by leaning in to close that gap with a searing sweet kiss.

TBC: Yah! About time eh? Hope this wasn't too fast. Sorry its short. I'm a bit under the weather but I hope you liked it. ^_^
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