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Yusuke’s Revenge
By Sefiru
Pairings: Y/H/K, Mukuro/Yukina
Warnings: NC-17, Yaoi, Yuri, oral,
anal, D/s, bondage, violence, language
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuyu Hakusho,
otherwise there would be way more clothing damage.
Summary: The sequel to Hot Mazoku Action.
There’s a plot … but I won’t spoil the surprise.
Admiral ShadowWolf: scratch the
itch!
kerbear: Hiei isn’t “nice”.
He’d tell you so himself.
yaoihentai69: I’ll add “the manwich maker” to my
profile, how’s that?
uchiha mikomi:
from kawaii to hentai in
2000 words or less ^^
kit-kit: Koenma’s in for it.
Moiira: yep, revenge is sweet.
Meli Christophorous: well,
people keep telling me I write good sex …
In this chapter: a message from Mukuro,
and a lemon. Bandits rescheduled.
***
Chapter 3: Chocolat
***
Kurama was too
dignified to grumble, or he would have as he reached sensing range of Tourin. By their youki, Hiei and
Yusuke were already hot and bothered, and his return was delayed by this
baggage. The demon tucked under his arm squirmed; Kurama restrained himself
from smacking it. He’d found the thing at the far end of his patrol, coming
into Tourin on one of Mukuro’s
giant caterpillars. The insect was lumbering along somewhere behind them; the
rider claimed it was a messenger. Kurama had picked it up in hopes of getting
back to his home for the evening meal. He flared his youki
to get Hiei’s attention; one of his mates must have
had an excellent patrol, the way they were flinging energy about. Hiei’s voice touched him. ~ What took you so long, Fox? We
were about to start without you. ~
~ Don’t you dare. I have a messenger. ~
~ There’s
medicine for that, you know. ~
Kurama snorted. ~
He’s from Alaric, so go find Yukina. ~ The walls of Tourin appeared; he landed and reverted
his moth wings. He set down the lesser demon, who apologized profusely for
being a burden, for the inconvenience, and for existing in general. Kurama
found it tiresome. He didn’t object when one of Tourin’s
guards escorted them both to the dining hall.
The Lord of Tourin usually didn’t eat with his guardsmen; it tended to
make them nervous. His private dining room was on the south wall of the
fortress, with a row of tall, pointed windows and a carved wood table already
laden with food. Yusuke seemed to have begun ravishing Hiei already: they were
both shirtless, and the fire demon’s lips were reddened. Yukina
had an amused twinkle in her eye. Kurama took his place at Yusuke’s side while
the messenger drew a sealed parchment from its cloak. “I bear this letter from Mukuro, Lord of Alaric, to the Lady Yukina.”
The page who was waiting at table took the letter and
brought it to the ice maiden. Yusuke said, “get him a
cup of ale or something.”
Yukina opened the seal and read aloud, “To the Lady Yukina. At our last meeting I noted that you expressed some
interest in Alaric. Therefore I extend my invitation to you, to stay a few days
as you please, so that I may make my home known to you. My servant and his worm
will escort you, if you wish to accept my invitation. By my
hand, Mukuro of Alaric.”
“She’s got it
bad,” Yusuke observed.
“If she thinks
you’re going out there with a single escort, she’s insane,” Hiei said. “I’ll
bring you if you want to go.”
The messenger
looked insulted, but wisely only said, “I am at your command, Lord.”
Yukina smiled. “Can we go tomorrow?”
“Sure. Even if it means missing the fight.” Fight? What was this? Yukina’s hand brushed her brother’s, and he flushed. Kurama
converted a smirk into an ear flick; Mukuro wasn’t
the only one besotted. Yusuke summoned Hokushin to
see the messenger to a guest room, and the meal went on. Yukina
and Yusuke took turns describing Hiei’s exploit of
the day, while the fire demon blushed darker and darker with every sentence.
Kurama was soon as turned on as Yusuke – Hiei had changed his whole way of life
out of loyalty to the Toushin, and the longer he
stayed, the more passionate he became. Yukina left them ,saying she needed to pack; their waiter delivered a
covered platter, and Yusuke dismissed him as well.
As soon as the
door closed behind the servant, Yusuke seized Hiei and crushed their lips
together. Hiei’s youki
blazed; Kurama licked his fangs, knowing that he would soon have his turn.
Yusuke used one hand to clear a portion of the table and set Hiei on it. He
broke the kiss, leaving Hiei looking dazed, and turned to Kurama. “Is there something
you’d like to do for Hiei?”
“I thought you’d
never ask.” Kurama threw an arm around Hiei’s
shoulder and began nibbling on the side of his neck. The fire demon
reciprocated with light fingers on Kurama’s ear – the
tease. Meanwhile, Yusuke pulled off what remained of his and Hiei’s clothes. His aura flared with divine energy, which
made both hannin gasp and look up. He stood over
them, backlit by the windows, his eyes glowing red and brandishing … a
paintbrush?
“Hold him,
Kurama.” The fox obeyed without hesitation. Yusuke trailed the brush down Hiei’s back, and a breathy moan passed his lips. It soon
became apparent why he needed to be held down; he writhed under the light
touched and clawed at Kurama’s sleeves.
“This is a
conspiracy to destroy my clothes, isn’t it.”
“You won’t need
them much longer, anyway!” True. His pants were getting a bit uncomfortable; a
lap full of squirming fire demon would have that effect. Yusuke lifted Hiei off
him. “You’ve got thirty seconds. Go!” He wrapped his jaws around Hiei’s throat. Kurama stripped as fast as he could without
taking his eyes off the sight. In fact, he was done with ten seconds to spare –
and those seconds passed like centuries before Yusuke tossed a dreamy-eyed Hiei
back into his arms. The fire demon was on the verge of incoherence, his Jagan sending out brief pulses of sensation.
Then Yusuke lifted
the cover off that last platter … to reveal a jar of chocolate sauce. Hiei made
a cry of mixed fear and anticipation; how was he going to stand this? Kurama
was having enough difficulty just watching! A bead of sweat trickled down his
back as Yusuke dipped his brush in the chocolate and painted a single dark line
between his shoulder blades. Then a set of swirls over his upper arms – Kurama
realized that he was duplicating his own Mazoku
markings on Hiei’s skin. Yusuke’s practice with
writing wards showed, as he made each line crisp and precisely. Hiei saw from Kurama’s mind what was being done to his flesh; he howled
again, and twitched as he fought the impulse to throw himself as Yusuke. Kurama
shifted his grip to hold him more firmly.
Finally Hiei was
painted from face to knees with stripes and swirls of chocolate. Yusuke pulled
him to his feet and turned him around, letting him see the full effect through
his and Kurama’s eyes. “How’s that for putting my
mark on you?” Yusuke put down his brush. “Now, Kurama, how
about some dessert?”
“How generous of you, my Lord.” He would regret this in the
morning, but how could he possibly resist a chocolate-and-Hiei confection? He
started at Hiei’s right knee, Yusuke started at his
left elbow, and they worked their way towards a meeting somewhere in the
middle. Hiei trembled under their tongues; his Jagan
was broadcasting freely and without a trace of rational thought. Thinking was
overrated anyway. Kurama spent most of his day thinking, and he would much
rather lick condiments off his lover’s skin and not think. His mouth met
Yusuke’s somewhere around Hiei’s navel, and they
shared a brief kiss before moving to clean the markings off his face – one on
each side.
Yusuke found a
dish of butter to use as lubrication and sank a finger into each of his
partners to prepare them. Not that they needed much preparation by this point.
Twin groans greeted his action, and Kurama bucked hard against his hand. Yusuke
chuckled darkly. His finger slid out of the fox, and he used that hand to slick
Hiei up. Then he guided the two together; Kurama moaned as Hiei sank into him.
It was almost a relief from the heat that was building. Almost.
Yusuke buttered himself and slid into Hiei with a practiced thrust; his triple
ki surged over them. It was mind-shattering, soul-gripping ecstasy, and though
they experienced it virtually every night, every time was as overwhelming as
the first. They screamed in unison, something that might have been his name, as
he drove their bodies together fast and hard. They could not stand against him;
Hiei fell first, with a burst of youki and a jet of
warm fluid. Kurama was right behind him. Finally Yusuke came with a burst of
power and lay down on top of them. “Okay, let’s go find a bath.”
They could only nod in agreement.
***
Now we know Yusuke’s weapon of choice.
Next chapter: A short trip to Alaric.
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