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Winter's Halo	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Calm

"Ouch, careful!"
"Shut up ya big baby. No one told ya to get your ass kicked."
"I didn't—ouch, dammit—get my ass kicked. . ." Kuwabara bit his bottom lip whilst trying to come up with a more logical reason he was found near death and lazily concluded with a grunted, "They took me by surprise."
"Sure, sure," As if Yusuke was buying that cheap pack of lies. "Who 'da hell are ya tryin' to fool? Your blood is all over this stickin' place."
"Shut—damn—up."
In the small allotted time he'd been there, Yusuke did what he could with the poison spikes, being mindful of the venomous miasmic release trained to release upon contact. For every dislodged needle, he concentrated a steady stream of spiritual youki to heavily sedate its owner's energies until the greenery lied as limp as it originally was. As time consuming as this process was, he'd wasn't planning on risking the effects on himself or his ally's health. . .
. . . Despite the foolish bastard getting on his last nerves.
Yusuke sat straddled Kazuma's waist line with his knees planted firmly on each side, processing the illuminated cinnamon glow of his eyes as a search beam for all the jutted flesh points. Kuwabara was not to budge an inch from his place unless wanting to chance another dose of the mortal's harmful toxins. He simply lied there immobile, which proved to be more complicated then he assumed because of certain parties, feathering his chest with his claws.
"Hold still," Yusuke murmured. Another poke jerked against his palm where his hand slowly rubbed across swollen pectorals and elevated spans of steel solidified muscles. "Got another one here."
"Just get it out," The Jaguar grounded out, on a hurried growl. The lower half of his extremities were gradually disagreeing with his immobile status and giving raise to other large portions of himself.
Yusuke leaned forward, and then suddenly settled back, heavily pressing his thighs against Kuwabara's sides as a toothy grin gingerly compressed his lips, "Gettin' it up while you're half dead?" The long haired Toushin, grinded his hips against the suppressed organ beneath his ass as he leaned forward to whisper a teasing, "Didn't know you had it in ya Kuwa."
"Urameshi," Snarled the impatient demon, inwardly relieved for the surrounding darkness to disguise the faint touch of coral on his cheeks.
Yusuke rolled his eyes, skyward, annoyed and pissed at his destroyed source of momentary entertainment. "Alright, alright, chill. Ruin my fun, ya jerk." With that bit of mild disturbance cleared, he grumbled incoherently about boring comrades as he leaned forward, feeling around for the wounded sector and suctioned his mouth to the wound.
The treatment was rougher than necessary, diffusing the energized pointers from seeping more into Kuwabara's blood stream, but Yusuke was ready to relay his reason behind the fact that he was angry. The malicious attitude was nothing aimed for his friend but more towards the fools who were the cause of his bodily damage. He'd never admit it aloud, but he'd been concerned.
The wicked wraths of dried blood and heated stings of soured poison painted extensively in the air, his first thought was that Kuwabara had perhaps been taken down. Luckily for the clumsy guy, his determined nature to survive was what kept him alive long enough until aid arrived.
That alone was what had him lessening the bullish help to a gentler swipe of his tongue, sorting through the spewing hot fluids for anything alien. Relaxing his shoulders a bit, Yusuke's mouth pressed down more firmly to suckle the brunched flakes of dried poison and the coated razor. Brown eyes were boredly focused on a random section of flesh near Kuwabara's neck, untouched by the assault until finally finding the rooted particle and pulling it out with his fangs. Drawing his head back, Yusuke turned to the side to spit out another offending dart with the collected others.
Swiping his mouth of the tangy youki fluids, Yusuke tilted his head back to shake his wild mane off his face and sighed, "How ya holdin' up?" He asked the quiet patient.
"Good," Kuwabara drawled tiredly. "Still hurts a bit."
"That's to be expected. I think we have a few more before you'll be able to move." He cocked a playful brow, half lidding his lustrous glow. "Think you can manage?"
"Mmm Mmm."
"Right, you better." Another gnawing prick had already grabbed his attention, riling shakily an inch under Kuwabara's jugular pulse. A rather nasty one. It'd be tricky to recover it without risking a ruptured vein.
But Yusuke would take that risk if it meant getting this over with.
Reaching back behind him, he snatched a locket of tangled brown hair and coiled it as a braided rope to bind the rest of his luxuriant treads behind his neck. "Relax; this one might hurt a bit."
Kazuma swallowed, "Go for it." Besides a shift of his shoulders and a small twitch of his closed eyelids, he didn't move again.
Chuckling on his way down, Yusuke squeezed his fingertips around the splinter, forcing the skin together for an easier target. With excellent preciseness, his sharpened fangs gnawed at the bubbling skin until the dangerous nettle was catch on his tongue and that too joined the side where the rest were discarded. Another shocking relish of deadly youki electrified his taste buds, swirling between Kuwabara's and another aromatic flavor.
Yusuke lifted his knees to purposely straighten out his posture against the warming spark of plump swell between his legs, gratified to witness his friend's eye popping expression from the rough pressure teasing his crotch.
"You had me worried," was the smooth justification behind the enticing agony, though laced braids of concern were discreetly dirtied beneath. "I thought something happened."
Kuwabara cackled a short snort, "Nah, ya know I'm tougher than that." Still he was getting interested in this sensual pain and reached out his large hands to grasp those muscular thighs, holding him captive. Each finger traveled over the knitted satin cloth until its entirety flooded over each thick ball of flesh.
"Idiot," Yusuke growled, slapping the offending paws away. "Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I thought somethin' happened. How 'da hell did ya let Kurama get the best of ya of all people!" Calloused hands quickly snaked around Kuwabara's throat, edgily contemplating suffocation. "Dammit, I should kill yer ass outta principle."
Not even remotely caring of his deadly predicament, Kuwabara gave a light buck of his hips, and said amused, "But you can't can you?" Before he knew it, he was grunting off the swift bone crushing punch to the jaw and a double kick to the side of his ribs. "Shit, I was just joking."
"Dumb ass," Hissed Urameshi. "You're up shit creek now."
Kuwabara sat up, using one hand to support his weight and the other to massage the dull ache running over his ribs.
Yusuke jumped back against a wall, arms folded as he resolved a heavy glare on the floored demon. "You must've forgotten my old man's got eyes and ears around Makai. He's most likely found out about this by now."
"Oh right . . ." The fleshy points on the side of his head, deflated against the auburn disarray of hair as Kuwabara wagged his slender tail agitatedly. "Whadda are we gonna do?"
"Nothing," Yusuke answered quickly. "No chance in pissin' 'em off any more than he already is."
"But he'll waitin' for us to tell 'em something—"
"And what the hell are ya gonna tell 'em?" Sneered Yusuke, kicking off the wall to pace. "That you let your ass get waxed by a damn human? That you lost nearly half this territory's value in a single night? He'll fry the both of us because it was our responsibility to keep this part of Makai cleared!" Just thinking of the hot spots struck down over the past few months, was enough to sizzle off radiating waves of youki.
Temper flaring high through the oozing rounds of youki, Kuwabara's hairs stood in on end in response to the charged air snippets, snapping with every inhaled huff.
Yusuke stomped over and parked his ass next to Kuwabara's arms crossed as tight as his legs. "Ugh that jackass Youko's got the slip on us far too many times. The docks, the carriages, the rivaling landscapes and even those we'd set 'em up on, yet he's still gettin' the drop on us instead."
"That's because you're not thinking like him." Said a gully amused voice from the far off entry. "I know his way of thinking. You two just don't have the brainpower to get it right."
Upon immediate recognition of the insulter, Yusuke stood, cracking both sets of knuckles, "You got some balls comin' in here." He taunted wirily. "Unless you got some news, take yer ass elsewhere. We're busy."
The dark silhouette, humorously chortle at the weaker youngsters, as he braced his shoulder against the wall, "Busy thinking about what old daddy's gonna think when he finds out his son and his pathetic boyfriend couldn't hold grounds with a human and a fox?"
"Say what," When Kuwabara made to get up Yusuke's arm darted out to block him.
"Kill it with 'da insults," Yusuke mumbled bored. "Either ya got something or ya don't. None of your cocky plans haven't worked either case you'd forgotten." At the disguised sigh of disgust, Yusuke found a more confident smirk rolling over his fangs. "The snakes, the ambush, nada. Guess you're not as high and mighty either Mr. Big Shot. 'Da old man's gonna be lookin' for yer carcass way before he thinks of us."
The darkness continued to cape the bodily shape of its silent betrayer but through the eyes of both demonic youths, both could clearly make out the classic features of long ebony hair and piercing black eyes equal of polished fire roaring around with excitement and secretive knowledge. By the time he was within a foot's span between the two, the demon villain squatted down between the two, giving each a sinister stare before advertising his devilish intentions through the pulled muscles of his lips.
"Not if I have something to say about it. First things, first, I need to get rid of a couple of them . . ." Yomi smiled at the eager demons, "and this is what we're going to do . . ."

Spring had arrived. Through all of its otherworldly approach, signs of its defiance against the winter's blares were successful. The days of frigid mornings and nights of crisply breathe winds were a distant memory, lodged high in the heavens awaiting their next turn in their desolate dreams. Replace of a duller murdered atmosphere now shun an alien lighting, a more vibrate shade of bloodied crimson, kissed by a burnishing lilac clouds and whitish wisps entangled about.
Temperatures were a cozy mixture between warming and cooling to manifest a relaxing, calmer wind of change. Things about the Sanctuary have changed as the coming spring had. Construction of the outer barriers have increased in toxin properties as well as the mountain's ecosystem build being transformed into more livable quarters for the bandits relief to organize a more fitting environment for the heated weather to follow soon.
Through the intense efforts of only two earth wielders, those being Yoko and Shuichi, the rocky fold was bent, furrowed and molded accordingly for several painstaking days until it resembled the usual build it'd possess as it would every time this time of year occurred. Both would stand alongside the other mimicking flows of their counter's hand insignia's and arm signals. When a step was taken, a simultaneous gesture would be taken at that precise moment. The reflective moves never faltered, having been practiced for many years, coupled with the acquired instincts of simply being aware of what the other was thinking.
In the end the whole territory would've taken a newer identity to compensate the chances of being discovered by a wanderer or searcher.
During one of Kurama's momentary reprieves, Hiei found him slumbering under their meet spot. His attentive ways lead him on to seat himself behind the human without a second though to the action.
And minutes later, Shuichi woke, mildly shocked to find the Koorime having established a relaxed demeanor next to him. Giving a short, polite yawn, his surprise was even more relevant when his ears were filled with Hiei's hallowed voice.
"You didn't seem this tired earlier. But that facade you acted in front of the bandits is better than I thought if you were able to fool me."
"A learned prospect from the Youko," Shuichi explained wearily. "He too is near exhaustion but its work that needs to be done none the less."
"You've been at it for two weeks now. A break longer than a few minutes is a better option." Hiei suggested boredly. "Unless you prefer working yourself to the bone?"
Kurama looked at him, weakly smiling it off. "If it means satisfying the band's welfare, I'll gladly take the fatigue that results from it." Puzzled curiosity lead him to ask his next question. "I assumed you'd still be angry with me."
"After so many days passing you honestly think I'd waste the energy?"
"Then why the sudden care in my health?"
"Must you always make causal conversation into something more?" A huff of tittered amusement. "Such a puzzle piece, always looking for its difficult place."
"I'm a riddle apparently. Do I always confuse you?"
"All the time. You're a complicated creature to follow."
Kurama made a show of getting comfortable against his post, "Then I've accomplished my goal. I'm flattered."
"Don't be," Grumbled Hiei as he plucked off a dried leaf off his shirt. "What are your plans after doing the rounds with Yoko?"
The red haired mortal, ticked his lips playfully and shrugged, "Nothing really. Plans for another heist are postponed until later and Kisa'a be put down for a nap. Why?"
"Just asking." Hiei stood, pushing off the jutted roots. "I might need you for a bout of sparing."
"Is that all Hiei?" Cocking his head to the side, fluttered strings of red trickled over Kurama's cheek. "Or do you merely want my company?"
Hiei had by then already traveled half a distance off, but he heard every word. Looking over his shoulder just a bit, a side of his smirk clearly visible, "You're full of yourself aren't you? You think I want to be around you that much?"
Kurama returned a smaller smile. ". . . I enjoy your company Hiei." He sighed, standing as well. "I'll be sure to meet you for bit of combat. Should do the blood flow a bit of good," he teased, coming to stop alongside his friend. "Besides, I believe you've gotten soft. Can't remember the last time you've shown that handsome smile so much."
A jutted elbow stole Hiei's chance to counterassault the sneaky complicate. Kurama was already half way done by the time Hiei realized it but he too couldn't resist another smile coming forth. He watched him walk away, watching the swaying back and forth of his long red hair and the casual stride he naturally yielded. There was something almost . . . hypnotizing about the way Kurama walked. A kind of delicate grace that was his own.
Thinking to himself, Hiei couldn't seem to shake the fact that attractive-wise; Kurama didn't make for a bad human.

The Youko had been directing several of his men to a needed task, when Shuichi arrived a little noticeably content than he would let on at times. An equal smile contagiously spread on his mouth when he saw a familiar blur of black shot off in the distance.
"Have fun?" He asked.
"A little." Was all Shuichi admitted with an added wink. "A conversation for another time my dear Yoko."
"I'll hold you to that Little One." Mused the winking fox demon.
The exhausting task would level a series of needed breaks for both Yoko and Shuichi and in those mini time frames, they'd used it to do whatever needed to be handled elsewhere that the men themselves couldn't handle. Their duties were mere minors used to maneuver the spoils inside the newly refurbished sections of the mountain side as well as reprinting areas of easy access with ground and tree laced traps.
The jobs of the left and right hand men were too ensure security and direction of the other employments given until guaranteed. Yomi managed shattered places within the barrier, handling basic cleanliness and orderly fashion. Kuronue controlled all groups ordered to control the outer perimeters and underground escape routes used for the distance travels or last minute ditch attempts.
This resulted in him having to leave the Sanctuaries safeguard more often than he usually would in the past. In the thirty days this entire transaction's been happening, he'd had a moment's peace to spend with the Koorime. Though the small time they did share was never without its pleasures; some heavily seductive, while others were simply for pleasant company.
Today's gossamer charm was one of those tranquil grace periods, Hiei and Kuronue spent together, broken off from the rest of the hustle before the Chimera would have to depart for a while. During these was when Hiei granted a rarely seen poise of himself; with his guard simmered to barely noticeable ridge and his eyes relaxed of its fire, now nothing more than a timber flame.
The two were nestled within the bowels of a thickly clothed tree with only a pique of a tipped wing and a booted leg, dangling lifelessly over the edge of a branch. With his back against the truck of the, Kuronue lazed the pads of his fingers through Hiei's hair as he rested eyes closed from the million colorful depictions but listened peacefully to every differentiated sounds' gentle music.
Both chose a lighter attire of clothing this particular afternoon. Gone were Hiei's usual long dark robes and short sleeved under garments. In exchange, he dubbed a set of off gray hakama and sleeveless cream vest tied around the waist with a jet black sash. Kuronue's long drapery was discarded for the casual pair of tunic slacks and short sleeved shirt tucked inside the waistline. His usual ragged worn hat was abandoned to give his pointed ears and long mass of ebony hair free reign in the sunshine, highlighting the streaks of navy blue.
A second of limited convey passed over before Hiei shifted his face around on the Chimera's leg to fixate his eyes on his profile. "How long will you be gone this time around?" He suddenly asked drowsily.
"Donno," Kuronue drawled off, somewhat stretching his wings over their shared perch. "Probably another ten or so days; can't say right away." Spills of sunlight blocked his enchanting figure from Hiei's now opened eyed expression. "I'll try to be back in a hurry." He chuckled then. "Ya know I can't stay away from you."
The fire demon simply stared up at him, supporting his trademark illegible scowl, mildly marred at the forehead. A cloud traveled across in a way that the sun's light was temporarily blocked and the warm radiance of infatuated azure could mirror its longed affections toward the sizzling cerise.
Hiei reached up, letting his fingers comb through the inky tendrils falling along Kuronue's face, down the side of his cheekbone, softly gliding over his nose, and stopping to cup the satiny flush of cheek. A feathery stroke was all it was; something gentle and soothing.
Kuronue turned his head just so to press his lips on the three fingers in reach and murmured, "You'll miss me," He gushed cheekily.
"Perhaps, in due time," The dried amusement in Hiei's counter couldn't camouflaged the underlined need to talk or deny the fact that he was touching Kuronue as a hidden need just to feel his skin.
Hiei's fingers eased over the swelled plump of Kuronue's bottom lip . . . he sighed dropping his hand back on his stomach. "I suppose I will."
Kuronue just studied him for an extended minute, and shrugged indifferently, "Nah, you'll be so busy doin' other stuff, ya won't even notice I'm gone."
"Don't coddle me Kuronue," Hiei gave a jaw cracking yawn, slumping down in a better position. "I needn't reassurance of your return. Simply come back. You've kept your word thus far. . ." Hiei exhaled through his nose, shaking his head away.
Kuronue's index tilted Hiei's eyes back to his, "And I always will."
Hiei opened his mouth to say something more, but nothing came besides the agape release of air and a long winded sigh. Instead, he sought out the jewel hidden in his shirt and unhooked it from around his neck, holding it up for the Chimera to take.
As it came to be their normal routine, Kuronue took the cat's eye necklace, placing it around his neck. Hiei sat up, swing around so his legs straddled his beloved's.
". . . Kuronue." Hiei leaned up, closing his eyes.
Kuronue met him half way, connecting lips a lingering singe of hot, savoring moisture; merely a feather beginning slowly drawing out in a fiery need. Knitted knots inside their chests gradually unwind with the musky odors of sensual ember and sated lavender blending into something of their own tastes. Slow careful, touches streamed back and forth.
Hiei was the first to break, about to bolt—but long hurriedly snatched him midflight and slammed his body against a plane of solid warmth and a rough hand pushing Hiei's face in the crook of Kuronue's neck. He at first, pushed against the chest for a second before giving into and looping his arms around the raven demon's torso.
Sighing his heated breathe against the thumping vein near his lips, Hiei licked over its wiggled stream as he whispered, "Come back alive Kuronue."
Kuronue in turn nuzzled his face in the nest of course black hair, sucking in the familiar perfume and sighed proudly, "You have my word Love. I'll come back to you."
Kuronue left later that night after taking a private look at the delicate blossom vowed between himself and Hiei to one day become one mended being. Its sensual knitted bud was shyly beaming to life, soon to join its spring-like brethren. In secret, he'd kissed two of his fingers and touched the newest petal peeled away as a show of appreciation.
Hiei watched him leave from the comforts of his cavern, seeing the group of men gather around until the appropriate number arrived. One by one they vanished beneath the veils of poisonous gases, like the shadowy phantoms they were. Kuronue was the last to take leave, turning over his shoulder, to toss a two finger salute to the pair of red eyes he knew were watching and followed after his squad.
Hiei stayed his station until he could no longer see hide nor hair of the raven's figure. Underneath the stars, his face darkened against the cloudy mists but still his small smile shined through and as he looked over his shoulder at the gentle rose, protectively place in a small corner of his home . . . he couldn't remember having been in such blissful peace as he was now.

TBC: Good night my loves ^_^ I adored the peaceful moment but one can always treat this as the calm before the storm.
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