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This chapter is going to annoy you guys. I know it is. Because it felt rushed even to me. However, it was necessary and yes, it’s the last. I’m already planning another story but it’s going to be Yusuke/Kuwabara, not OT3. Thanks to everyone who read the whole story and were patient with my gaps. I know everything isn’t resolved at the end, but it’s intended to seem like merely the beginning.
There’s no plan for a sequel at this time, however.
Kurama noticed the change in Hiei right away. Ever since Yusuke had bitten him and essentially claimed him for his own, Hiei had been reluctant to leave Yusuke’s side; even going so far as to eat breakfast with them in the morning and practically sleeping on top of Yusuke. However, Yusuke didn’t seem to notice the difference at all. One morning before Hiei woke, Kurama decided to mention it to the toushin but he brushed it off saying “seems normal to me.”

Not only was Hiei being incredibly affectionate toward Yusuke, but he seemed to be ignoring Kurama. If Kurama tried to initiate something with the other demon, Hiei wouldn’t respond. Kurama was frustrated, lacking release due to Hiei quite literally fucking Yusuke ragged.

Kurama finally decided enough was enough the night he woke up to Hiei and Yusuke making out beside him.

The heat was what had woken Kurama, it hit him before the scent. Both had him groaning as he turned toward his two lovers. He reached out and stroked the back of Yusuke’s neck, eliciting a warning growl from the Toushin before he untangled from Hiei to turn his attention to Kurama. However, Yusuke had barely turned when Kurama grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a desperate kiss. Far from being perturbed by the sudden lack of attention, Hiei maneuvered himself behind Yusuke, reaching for the waist of the younger demon’s pants and tugging them down along with his boxers.

Yusuke groaned into Kurama’s mouth when Hiei’s hand was suddenly cupping his balls from behind. It spurred him into renewed passion, reaching down to massage Kurama’s cock through silk pajama pants. Kurama let out a whine, tightened his grip on Yusuke’s shoulders, nearly hard enough to bruise.

Suddenly, Hiei was off the bed and Yusuke turned to protest the fire demon’s sudden absence. However, Hiei returned, a bottle of massage oil in hand before Yusuke uttered a word. To both his lovers’ surprise, he climbed over to Kurama’s side of the bed, slid the kitsune’s pants down and started massaging Kurama’s ass with far more oil than Kurama thought strictly necessary.

“I think we should both take him, Yusuke,” said Hiei. “Any objections to both our cocks, Kurama?”

“None,” Kurama replied. He was delighted that Hiei had finally decided to touch him and shivered at the thought of being penetrated by both of his lovers at the same time.

“Hands and knees, fox,” Hiei whispered.

Kurama complied immediately wincing at the sudden intrusion of two more of Hiei’s fingers but soon becoming more than acclimated to it.

Yusuke watched a moment before taking a handful of Kurama’s hair and tilting the kitsune’s head upward to kiss him. Kurama returned Yusuke’s kiss with fervor, nipping at him and nearly biting down when he felt Hiei’s cock suddenly enter him. He let out a long keening noise when Hiei slipped a finger in alongside his cock, slowly pumping in an out. “Get under him, Yusuke,” Hiei purred.

Kurama helped Yusuke along, lifted an arm and a leg so Yusuke could slide under him. The soft mewling sounds Kurama was making were turning Yusuke’s brain into little more than mush. As he felt Hiei slowly lower him down, Kurama’s arms gave out, resting his weight on Yusuke. Propped up on pillows when suddenly his dick was pressed against Kurama’s entrance, Hiei’s sliding against his, Yusuke cried out into Kurama’s mouth. Hiei helped guide Yusuke’s cock into Kurama’s ass, all the time keeping an ear open for any noises of pain from the kitsune.

The pace was set at frantic. Yuusuke couldn’t believe the sensation of Kurama’s ass, so tight around him, and Hiei’s cock sliding against his. The sound of skin slapping together, the obscene moaning coming mainly from Kurama and Hiei’s soft cursing filled the air, sweat, lust the accompanying scents.

Yusuke came first. Shuddering, unable to last under so many wonderful sensations. Then Kurama, Yusuke’s hot semen pouring into him and Hiei’s thrusts aimed right there sent him over the edge, his teeth sinking into Yusuke’s shoulder as Hiei followed soon after.

The three of them collapsed in a spent heap of tangled limbs, the sunrise the only witness to their heavy breathing and post-coitus glow.

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Kurama was sore. No. Sore was too light a word. He couldn’t walk straight. That didn’t stop him from trudging to the shower, spending over two hours washing Yusuke and Hiei’s fluids from his ass and thighs. It was worth it, he’d decided upon waking, sharp pain in his ass and back and his hips feeling as if they’d been knocked out of socket and all. When he returned to his room to dress and brush his hair, Yuusuke stood, wiped his stomach clean with his discarded shirt and walked over to Kurama, still entirely nude. “You look like shit,” he muttered, pulling him into an embrace. “Did we hurt you?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Kurama assured him.

Hiei was up in a flash, grasped Kurama’s wrist and squinted at him. “We should have been gentler.”

“I’m fine,” Kurama insisted. “Honestly.”

“Lie down. I’ll bring you breakfast,” said Hiei.

“Let me change the sheets first.” Yusuke pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt before leaving the room. When he returned with new bedding, Hiei waltzed down the stairs, having dressed in Yusuke’s absence.

Kurama was stunned by Yusuke’s and Hiei’s behavior. He watched Yusuke make the bed in grateful silence before laying down on his stomach. The other man crawled into bed beside him, pulled him into his arms, albeit gently. “Feel better?”

Kurama’s stomach gave a peculiar fluttering. He smiled at Yusuke. “Of course, my dear.”

Yusuke grinned, kissed Kurama gently. “I’m glad.”

Hiei returned, carrying chocolate-chip muffins and a small jug of orange juice along with three cups. “I told Shiori you were under the weather,” he said. “She was on her way to the animal shelter and said she’d be home late.”

“Thank you, Hiei.”

Not that Kurama was complaining, but he still found it odd that Hiei and Yusuke continued to pamper to him for the rest of the day. Hiei gave him a backrub and Yusuke made lunch. By dinner time, Kurama was so relaxed and content; he didn’t even notice the minute lingering soreness in his backside and decided that he would treat his lovers to dinner in exchange for their sweetness the entire day.

To his utter shock, neither man complained in the slightest. Not of being driven to the restaurant by the driver, not to his choice of an expensive restaurant and neither seemed to be attempting to order the least expensive item on the menu. Yusuke even drank a glass of wine without scowling.

“I’m pleased,” Kurama began, dessert having been served. “However, I must admit I’m slightly stunned by the pampering.”

Hiei and Yusuke exchanged glances. “We were talking last night,” said Yusuke. “About how we’ve been kinda…”

“Neglectful,” Hiei supplied. “Personally, I’ve been the worst.”

“Oh, Hiei-“

“Let me finish. We love you, Kurama.”

“And we decided to let you buy us stuff and spoil the crap out of us if it makes you happy” said Yusuke. He smirked. “Even if it means I have to put up with getting presents every damn day.”

“And even if it means occasionally eating expensive meals at ningen restaurants,” said Hiei.

Kurama was overwhelmed, touched. “I don’t know what to say…”

“Thank you would be enough,” Hiei responded.

“Thank you.”

By the end of the night, Kurama felt like he was walking on air. Yusuke and Hiei sat with him on a park bench to watch the sunset in the hot summer breeze, Yusuke even walked around and picked a bunch of dandelions, presenting them to him as if he’d done such a thing before. He even received kisses on the cheeks from both men as they returned home and they both greeted Shiori with happy smiles.

“Down to four weeks until the wedding, huh?” Yusuke said, smiling at her.

Shiori smiled back. “Yes. I’m so excited. There’s still so much to do.”

“Anything we can assist with?” Hiei asked.

“No, but thank you, Hiei-kun.”

Hiei offered Shiori a gentle smile. “Let us know if you change your mind.”

“Of course.”

It was unbelievable, Kurama felt like singing, lead up the stairs, hand in hand in hand with his lovers and they made love until morning. As the sun rose, Hiei and Yusuke each clasped Kurama’s hands. “We’re going to claim you,” said Hiei. “If you don’t object.”

“O-of course,” Kurama replied. “I’d be glad.”

Hiei and Yusuke exchanged looks again, embraced Kurama and kissed his neck. The ki flaring around Kurama tingled at his skin, it was a pleasant prickling and he felt no pain as Yusuke and Hiei each sank their teeth into his neck. All he felt was pure ecstasy as he felt their youki flowing into him. The sensation of ribbons flowing around the three and tying them together went nearly unnoticed except for in the back of each of their minds.

The three of them fell into the most contented sleep any of them had ever known.

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The next four weeks were, quite frankly, the most hectic of any of their lives. In spite of her earlier assertion that she would not need their help, Shiori kept the trio busy making place-cards, tying bundles of candy-coated almonds and preparing flower arrangements (although this wasn’t until two days prior).

The day before the wedding came with a sort of quiet calm. Everything was finally finished, various flowers and favors were stacked neatly by the door for the men who were to come by later to pick them up and Kurama had sent Shiori off to a spa for the day (to token protests, Shiori knew her son wouldn’t allow her to refuse.)

“She’s gonna be the prettiest bride anyone ever saw,” said Yusuke, grinning as he fiddled with a pencil on Kurama’s desk. He was supposed to be working on his summer assignments but he was too excited.

“Of course she will,” said Kurama. He was standing by the window, waiting for Hiei to return from checking up on Yukina. “Did you speak to Keiko?”

“Called her yesterday. She yelled at me for not telling her sooner about the wedding but I completely forgot to ask Shiori until two days ago if she could still come as my date.”

“You didn’t forget,” Kurama reminded him. “You were worried about how my mother would react.”

Yusuke looked down at his paper, working on homework suddenly sounded like an excellent idea.

“You <i>should</i> be embarrassed. My mother is the last person who would react negatively to an act of friendship. Particularly knowing how strained your relationship with Keiko has been the past year.”

Yusuke shrugged. “Damnit, what’s the quadratic formula again?”

Kurama sighed and leaned over Yusuke’s shoulder, took his pencil and corrected a few mistakes. It took nearly all day to fix everything that was wrong and Kurama had to essentially re-teach Algebra to Yusuke entirely. By the time Hiei returned home, it was late and Kurama and Yusuke were in the living room with Shiori, Hatakana and Kokoda watching home movies of when Kurama was a child. Kurama had sunk halfway down in his seat by the time Hiei sat beside him, smirking at the sight of toddler-Kurama walking across the backyard to the beautiful cherry tree with far more grace than a two year old should have.

“Mother,” Kurama muttered. “Must we?”

Shiori laughed and waved a hand at Kurama. “You may be excused.” She smiled broadly. “Sleep well, you three. Tomorrow is a big day.”

Kurama was the first to stand, followed by Yusuke and Hiei. The three of them walked up the stairs to Kurama’s room, ignoring the way Kokoda raised his eyebrows at their departure. Nothing had been explained to him and probably never would be

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“I can’t believe you’re crying,” said Hiei.

“Shuddup,” said Yusuke. “I c-can’t help it. She looks so pretty.”

Kurama chuckled and squeezed Yusuke’s hand. “I agree.” He didn’t tease Yusuke about his tears as he was fighting back his own.

“It’s really girly,” Keiko agreed.

“Damnit!” said Yusuke. He scowled but when his eyes locked on Shiori, he almost lost it again.

“Quit givin’ him a hard time,” said Kuwabara. He turned to his own date. “Aww, Yukina, don’t cry!”

“I’m not crying, Kazuma-kun,” she said. She sniffed, and held her hand in front of her eyes to catch a few tear gems. Hiei glanced around quickly to make sure no one had noticed, but all eyes were on Shiori. He had to agree that she looked lovely, she was wearing a long, white, lacy gown that trailed behind her as she walked down the aisle, following a younger cousin of Kauzya’s as she showered the way with rose petals. The weather was perfect, sunny but not overly hot. The out-door wedding was truly a testament to the enduring love between Shiori and Kazuya.

Yusuke had to bite back sobs when they said “I do” and buried his face in Kurama’s shoulder when they kissed. By then, Kurama was also crying silently. He patted Yusuke on the shoulder and kissed the top of his head. “It’s alright, Yusuke.”

Yusuke lifted his head to watch Shiori and Kazuya walk hand in hand back down the aisle to a shower of rose petals and applause from the small congregation.

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Kurama led his mother onto the candle-lit dance-floor amid bouquets of roses grown and arranged by his own hands and held her waist as they began to waltz. As Kurama turned Shiori, the entire party could see that they had identical smiles on their faces and they looked very alike then. Kurama’s eyes caught Hiei’s and his smile broadened. He gave Yusuke a very tender look and his new step-father cut in to lead Shiori in their first dance as husband and wife.

Kurama walked over to Yusuke and held out his hand. Yusuke walked onto the dance-floor where he didn’t object to Kurama leading the dance. He was surprised when Hiei and Keiko danced together on one side of he and Kurama and Kuwabara and Yukina on the other.

To Yusuke’s shocked look, Hiei merely said, “She needed a dance-partner.”

Yusuke laughed into Kurama’s shoulder and they continued to dance. When a fast song came through the speakers next, Hiei exited the dance-floor while the other five danced in a group, laughing elatedly. At the next slow song, Shiori approached Yusuke and asked for a dance. “I already danced with Shuuichi and Kokoda. I think it’s time I danced with my other son.”

Yusuke sputtered incoherently for a moment before taking Shiori’s hand and leading her to the center of the dance floor. He couldn’t muster up the strength to speak when he finally did, his voice was choked with happy tears. “I… Thank you, Shiori…” he muttered.

Shiori leaned up and kissed Yusuke on the cheek. “You should call me ‘mom’,” she said.

“But… Kur- what if Shuuichi doesn’t-?”

“I already asked him; he said it was fine.”

“Oh…” Yusuke continued dancing. “You look beautiful… mom,” he said after a long silence.

Shiori beamed. “Thank you,” she said.

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Yusuke had drunk quite a lot of champagne. He sat at one of the white tables with Kurama and Hiei, feeling sleepy. “S’great party,” he slurred.

“I agree,” said Kurama.

“It’s gettin’ late. Er’mom and dad going to take off soon?”

Kurama nodded. “Most of the guests have already left and the driver should arrive soon.”

“Good,” said Yusuke. “I’m pretty tired.” He rested his head on Kurama’s shoulder. He turned to Hiei. “D’you guys wanna marry me?” he asked. He nuzzled Kurama’s neck.

“Right now?” asked Kurama. “Should I see if the pastor is available?”

“Nahh,” said Yusuke. “It can wait.”

“Are you being serious, Yusuke?”

Yusuke looked up into Kurama’s eyes. “”Course I am!” he said. “I… I love you guys and I wanna spend the rest of my crazy long life with both of you.”

“I accept,” said Hiei. He smirked. “It will be quite the spectacle to see you in a white dress.”

“Who says I’m the girl?!” Yusuke objected.

“Last night,” Kurama whispered in his ear.

“Did he propose?” Keiko asked, just arriving. “What did he do?”

“What do you mean?” asked Hiei.

She rolled her eyes. “He always pulled that on me when I got mad at him as kids.”

“I didn’t do nuthin,” said Yusuke.

“Sure, sure,” said Keiko. “I can’t wait to see you in a dress, Yusuke-kun.”

“Yusuke-kun is going to wear a dress?” asked Yukina.

“I’d pay to see that!” said Kuwabara.

“That’s it!” Yusuke leaped up to fight Kuwabara, inebriation suddenly dissipating when he noticed that Kazuya and Shiori were heading for a limousine. Then he burst into fresh tears.

“See?” said Kuwabara. “He’s cryin’ again. Can’t wait to see him as a blushing bride!”

“Shut up!” said Yusuke. “You’d be crying too, if it was your mom. Or Shizuru.”

“Shizuru’s never getting married!” said Kuwabara. “She’d have to find a man crazy enough to marry her first.”

Yusuke laughed. “I’m sure she will.”

Kuwabara pulled Yusuke into a headlock. “Oh yeah? I bet you’ll be wearing a white dress before her.”

“What makes you think it’ll be white?”

Kuwabara released Yusuke. “Gross, I don’t need to know that stuff.”

Hiei wrapped an arm around Yusuke’s waist and Kurama put his arm on Yusuke’s shoulder on Yusuke’s other side. “Well, I suppose the three of us should retire to our room.”

Kuwabara made gagging noises to the trio’s back as they retreated to their own limo.

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Quiet fell over the house and the street-lamps flickered on. The moon rose to the window, illuminating three figures, lying spent in each others’ arms, a tangled mass of limbs and flesh. None of the men in the bed were sure of what was to come but all three knew they were going to be in it together.
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