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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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Kuronue sighed for the umpteen times in a matter of ten minutes as he watched three men setting up the last trap marker for this area. His promised ten day absence had gradually stretched into a longer trip because of technical difficulties and constant mistakes he had to rectify personally. They'd been attacked two separate times by low class demons to slush in the brain to respect a Class A superior.
That resulted in an extra two day stay because of the delay in plans. This final duty here was going to be the hardest yet, since disguise as well as tight precision needed to be advised from top to bottom.
Though he wouldn't complain. . . A small smile peeled his lips high over his pointed fangs as thoughts of his wild firecracker buzzed with sexy frenzy in his head. The rose, had yet to bloom to its fullest, but with the season slowly pulling its head through the clouds, Kuronue guesstimated it wouldn't be long and soon he could lay claim to his Koorime in the proper manner.
Their affectionate kisses, intimate embraces and moments of near rut were driving him insane. Out of kindness and full respect for his beloved, the Chimera chose to keep all lecherous acts to a minimum until the rose petals peeled away. But God help him, simply looking at those deviously red eyes and that dark scowl, just—just damn, it did something to him.
Reaching in his vest where he kept the cat's eye, fastened to an inner pocket, Kuronue looked over the still polished jewel, holding its wine colored transparency in the sun. Through reflective shines, its dazzling sparkle reminded him of how the fire licked at Hiei's eyes when he became anger, or some form of bitter rage.
Licking his lips, he though the other smothering fire that pulsed to life in those very same eyes when tainted with beads of sweetened musk clouding his judgment. So many moments were shared that could've easily lead to them becoming much more than simple lovers.
But all that would change once he arrived home. All of this was decided after his last good bye with the fire demon and he planned to get everything rolling into motion upon arrival. Before long, he was going to have Hiei as his mate and then he'd take them to a separate location of Youko's territory to leave out their time together.
"Kuronue."
Blinkingly stunned at the rough raspy voice, the raven demon's surprise rattled his wings wide as he shot up twisting and turning to find the source. Just as he turns, he spots Yoko's descent from a nearby tree and sighs relieved. "Damn Chief, give a guy a heart attack," he chuckled, hands on hips.
Yoko stopped beneath the trees, doing what Kuronue assumed was sniffing the air. Hazel eyes darted after which away as if searching for something or someone who needn't be here and after coming up short, leveled his charge with an unidentifiable expression.
Kuronue tilted his head, lifting a brow, "Somethin' wrong?"
Yoko nodded, "Come with me," Was all he said, disappearing into the underbrush.
Kuronue thought it strange but shrugged it off and called out to his men that he'd return in a moment. The jewel was stuffed back in his chest and he took off after the fox demon, finding him standing quietly against a tree, head down and arms folded. "What's up?" he asked after finding a seat next to the Youko's ankles.
Opening his eyes and doing another odd glance around the place, Yoko squatted down to the balls of his heels, turning devilishly golden eyes to the side—a look that would shook something deep to the pit of Kuronue's stomach.
"We need to talk Kuronue . . ."

"Damn," The whispered blasphemy was not without vain. It served as the bit of secondly relief to dissolve away some of the irritation plaguing Hiei's complexity. The logical explanation behind its origin was revolted to the highest degree in the form of a tall creature with endless paths of scarlet hair and deathly green eyes that pierced the soul.
Kurama—Shuichi or whatever the tyrant dared to go by these days was a disgraceful bastard; hardly someone to trust when your back was turned. Such negative attributes he silently raged over, were everything he wanted to believe Kurama was honestly made of; what he was secretly capable of.
But as he ran a mentally exhausted hand through the barbs of ebony hair, Hiei knew none of what imagined of the mortal was truth. Only inward anger and constant confusion was what propelled him to think so lowly so someone—someone he'd long past thought of as an ally. One of three he'd come to hold with the upmost respect, though his stubborn pride kept his lips from voicing this to them.
The human from the very beginning had tried to become something of a gateway for Hiei out of his shadowy darkness; a place he'd loathe to remain for the rest of his predicted life. It'd been a casual feat to believe that one day he'd died by the hands of someone stronger and thus he would slowly merge into the continuum chain of demons that'd died of similar ventures. Kurama was the one to slowly drag him from that desperate falsehood by proving that there was so much to live for in life. For him, the band as well for Little Fool—Kisa.
Then there was the notorious Yoko who forcefully ganged his mockery and intelligence into Hiei's life . . . but on more than one occasion he'd come to display that he cared for Hiei's life even if he hadn't. He'd never hesitated a moment's thought when it came to keeping Hiei safe. And in return . . . he never asked for anything, except that the Koorime proceeded to live on because of the heightened pleasures that awaited him in the future. It was through his wondrous eyes, filled with loyalty and experience that Hiei realized he needn't feel lonely or miserable that there would never be no-one who cared. For that, he'd always be eternally grateful the fox gave him that.
Lastly there was Kuronue, the energized romance of his life; the flamboyant. . . Hiei himself can't resist the chuckle wedged in his throat at the description. Yes his flamboyant Chimera was a wonder; a caring, kind hearted fellow with enough spunk to rival a hound in heat. And never would Hiei ever think to change the fool in anyway. How could he when Kuronue was all he'd ever need in a lover. Stronger, strangely smart in his own twisted way, and for a lack of better terms, adores the very ground Hiei walked on. Did he love him would remain a mystery to him because not all demons theorized them being capable of knowing such an emotion. But he would admit that there was something adamantly there that held his heart captive when he saw the guy near.
. . . It'd come to pass that the Koorime's heart had also lost its train of pulse when he'd come near the other two.
The kiss, that incident from three days ago, still hadn't lost its sparkled sizzle on his lips; not once. The tingled annoyingly refused to disintegrate its moist residue, no matter how often he scrubbed them raw with snow or bathe his mouth with the strongest soap, it stayed. The same smooth, satiny feel of pressure cushioned in place and even as if he lifted his fingers to touch what he thought would be the last remints of its existence, the simple graze would bring it back to life.
And then he'd be forced to suffer its heated residence for the longest.
Several times in the span of three days he'd gone searching Kurama to see if he'd cast some poison on his lips but the thought was dismissed on the first day and the last two were used just to find him. But he'd had no luck finding the lad—or the Youko for that matter. They'd both gone. He'd asked one of the bandits if they'd seen the couple but all they knew was that the Youko had left his territory two days ago and hadn't returned since.
The two were acting strangely and then there was Kuronue. Hiei had become fit with anger that the fool hadn't thought to send a messenger to alert him of any changes to the plan as he'd done before. But there'd been nothing this time. Nothing. So he was forced to sit here in their shared cavern in deep thought, alone to sort through these clouds himself.
The weather had taken to a gunmetal overcast, signaling a fake range of coming perspiration. Peeks of the skies bloodied celestial poked through the barely visible cracks as the wisp layers floated by. Construction on the Sanctuary's fortress was still underway in bits and pieces near as Hiei spied the workload of organized men carrying logs and handmade tools carved from alabaster stone and emerald eyed rocks.
He'd chosen to leave the duties to Yomi's charge, though he'd been another disappearing case these days as well; but nothing Hiei cared for.
Just then, a high octave yawn suddenly squeaked from behind where a certain young kit had been put down for a nap earlier that afternoon, came near the front of the cave, rubbing his eyes of the drowsiness. Lazily looking around the exiting rim, Little Fool gave another wide gapped yawn until his bubbly eyes found Hiei's shirt clad back to him, seated on the edge of the cliff perch.
Without a snitch of clothing on his pale skin, Kisa waddled out of the cave, dragging his blanket behind as he made his way to the quiet fire demon. All his childish functions were led by sleepy instincts until he rounded to see Hiei's face, gave a drawled "Eeep" and clumsily crawled his way into Hiei's lap without thinking much of it. After a couple of searching rotations in the cross legged settlement, Kisa yanked his blanket under his bottom and flopped back against Hiei's stomach, gazing out over the view as well.
Blowing out through his nose, sounded strangely like a chuckle to Kisa's ears as he bent his head up to see Hiei's chin between the pointed things, "You're getting bold brat." Long ago Little Fool would've tried another clever tactic by simply moving inch by inch and hurriedly getting in place before anyone knew what happened.
Nowadays he simply sat his chubby bottom wherever he thought was cozy; most of the time the Youko's back, beneath the veil Shuichi's hair, the under groove of one of Kuronue's wings, Hiei's lap and anywhere he could find on Yomi.
"Eeep," Kisa lazily squeaked, rubbing his little fingers on the tip of his sheet.
Out of impulsive habit, Hiei curved his arm around Kisa's stomach and let the lad relax where he was, while he went back to looking over the foliage terrain. Occasion peeps mumbled without reason behind them, as if the pup were carrying a conversation with himself or when he wanted to direct one of his wordless vocabularies to Hiei he'd incline his head and squeak a little louder.
Hiei would answer with his grunted "Hn," then Kisa would go back to nipping on his tail or whatever kept his attention. There had been that one instant when the child had seemingly said something to Hiei and when the Koorime gave the same "Hn" Kisa folded his arms and pouted. The lack of variety to his questions had stirred some kind of bravery stranded in the kit because afterwards he started to repeat the same two letter syllable.
Hiei was shocked when he'd murmured something out loud and Kisa had responded with a high pitched, "Hn." He'd frowned down at the child to show his displeasure, but all Kisa did was puff out his chucky cheeks and mouth another "Hn." It'd been ignored the past hour. Hiei heard the kid randomly start saying it out of sheer joy since it was a new word to use. He'd gone from sitting happily clapping his hands saying "Hn," repeatedly until a pop on his head resulted in reverting back to his squeaks. He angrily looked up at the culprit he knew was responsible and gave him the worst glare that resembled a certain fox demon he knew.
"You can't blame him for thinking it sounded interesting. The person it comes from makes it sound like an actual verb."
A sound remarkably close to a relieved sigh pushed through Hiei's throat when a casual body settled down next to him in the form of Shuichi Minamino. "I thought you'd gone," he greeted suspiciously.
"I had, but only a day," A less attire of a vested green kimono and hakama set were all that Kurama chose this day just as Hiei had decided to wear his blue shirt and black hakama. Kurama kept his eyes forward, but quirked his eyebrow in Hiei's direction as a small smile tilted his lips, "Missed me I take it."
"Hardly."
"Hm," Kurama looked at the little pouty face child who hadn't excitedly come scrambling for his embrace. "What have you done to Kisa?"
"I've done nothing but give him what he deserves," Hiei's fist lightly massaged between Kisa's soft triangle ears. "He thought it amusing to mimic me."
"It's your fault Hiei. If you'd attempt to learn something beyond negative words or those odd snorts, then maybe he'd copy those instead."
"Hn, he's just too ignorant to learn anything else."
"Eeep!" Kisa shrilled up with slanted eyes of evil. "Grr."
Hiei and Shuichi blinked at the dark growl that surprised even Kisa when it barreled out of his throat. The sound was so foreign he sat up looking around to see who'd done it.
"A little fool indeed," Hiei grumbled after a few seconds of watching the kit's head twist and twirl for the source.
"Though it's an improvement. I won't be surprised when he's saying his first words any day now."
". . . We'll pray that isn't for some time." All the Koorime needed was another smart mouth bastard to put up with. Let this child's squeaks last a bit longer until he could gain some resistance to these current fools.
"Hiei."
Hiei looked over, lifting his brow.
Shuichi opened his mouth to speak, than grimly closed it as he pondered over the right words to say to what he'd been thinking the past few days. The kiss had been weighing heavily on his mind since it happened and not once could he bring himself to say he felt guilty. A problematic issue that was wrongly what he felt inner anguish over for a multitude of reasons. He'd tried countless times when he'd left to gain some kind of liable purpose behind this and found none.
Thus leaving him to only speak truthfully on what happened and how he wished he could find some level of guilt instead of this silent urge to . . . to do it again. He'd want to press his lips on Hiei's if it'd possibly rid him of this inferno tremor against his lips. Almost as if he'd been left with a burn his lips still throbbed and yearned for another instant of what was shared.
He'd long since realized the small attraction to the fire demon that Youko had noticed before he could. Shuichi had been blinded by determination to keep his feelings, fleeting or everlasting, at bay in respect to his friend.
But now . . . he wasn't as sure that he could keep that respect as reason to not seek that kiss again.
That alone should've been reason for him to feel guilty.
But it wasn't.
Taking a large inhale, his large green eyes shifted minutely to the ground before he reached out to take Kisa from Hiei's grasp as if to find some suitable purpose for his hands. "I can't apologize for what happened between us, or rather I refuse too."
At Hiei's silent frown propping him to explain, Kurama continued. "The kiss had at first been accidental," another sigh passed his lips. "I'd never intended for that to happen. It'd been physical shifts that lead to our lips touching." The grounded gaze rose to see beautiful red eyes, he'd come to admire. "But I'd be lying if I said I regretted it—if I said I'm sorry for something I. . ." the faintest blush burnished his cheeks. "I quite fancied it and wouldn't hesitate to do it again."
Hiei's eyes widened at the blunt and too honest explanation that somehow formed a mild paint of coral on his nose and ears, however his scowl stayed in place giving away to a feigned anger that was revealed weakly in his voice, "You're human." He mumbled.
"Indeed I am."
The silence that followed was an elastic shred, artlessly wedged between them. Had it not been for his own visual confirmation, Kurama would've thought Hiei had bolted from his station. Out of his peripheral, quiet studies of Hiei's profile steadily trickled in a motley patterns. Some of older moments from a time in the past, but most slowly conjuring up into a time where . . . perhaps their differences would lead to something grand.
"You're letting this minutely infatuation get to you," Hiei shook his head. "You need to tap in that demonic aura and rid yourself of this." He chanced a stare at the small smiled mortal as he said, "It'd been a fleeting moment, something you should let go and try to respect. It won't happen again."
"Don't be too sure," Kurama calmly denied. "I hadn't expected that moment to occur but it had. And I won't shame you or me with lies saying that neither of us felt something when we had."
"I felt nothing." Hiei dismissed. "Let it go Kurama and stay focused on more important factors. Such as wondering where your mate gotten too or the construction of this fortress."
"Yoko is capable of handling himself and this structure is sound. I doubt anything is able to penetrate it from the recent designs and reinforcements added."
Hiei sighed, shaking his head. "You're letting mortal emotions get the better of you Human. Why not let it go. I," he sighed once more with extra exasperation. "I have enough to be concerned over then the common crush of a teenager."
"Don't confuse my emotions with my mortal heart Hiei. I'm very aware of what I'm feeling."
"Then you lack common sense, because unless if you'd forgotten, I've already vowed myself to another." The fire demon's face solidified into a flank of hardened anger. "Lest you forget, that other is a close ally of yours."
"I know."
"Then why pursue a conquest already concurred by someone else? You know the law of this place. Thievery shalt steal from that of another thieve. Death is assured."
"I'm aware of that as well."
"Then why?"
"Because you fascinate me Hiei; you're," he chuckled at what was about to be said next, "a captivating creature. You have a way of drawing others to you, wanting to claim a piece of the mystery that makes you, you. I dare say I was the first wanting to discover what made The Hiei tick." He looked at Hiei then, expecting that swift punch to knock him over the cliff for boldly allotting to so many details. The only swiftness he received was the fluttery blinks quickly flapping Hiei's cheeks via his eyelashes.
The near innocent expression caught Kurama completely off guard; quite frankly is amusing seeing his one eyebrow lifted over his eye and the squinted examination gapping from the side. With no verbal demand to halt his admissions, Kurama swallowed and continued. "It seems sudden but the feeling's been there for some time now; possibly since the day we met." He licked his drying lips, closing the sage hue of his eyes as he held the kiss's remembrance in his mind. "I'll only apologize that Kuronue was the first to get to you, Hiei. He'd be brave enough to court you when I'd been blinded by offering my friendship as a bridge to get to you. But I was wrong. . ."
"Kurama you can't do—"
Said human shook his head vigorously as he kept on, "I'd been in denial in the past for what I assumed was merely a moment's lustful stare, but I know now after that kiss, there's something more." It was at that moment, the tranquil lucidity in the radiance of cool emerald, graced Hiei's eyes with a piercing look as precise and determined as the fined edges of a blade. "I don't think I'm too late to try but if you say it's nothing but a wink in time, then so be it. But I cannot deny what I know was not."
Hiei stood sharply, having heard enough of this ridiculousness, "You'd do well to stir clear of me Kurama. If you're seeking more companionship then I cannot help you there. I chose who I wanted to be with," he paused then, "If you honestly felt so strongly about this, why haven't you done something before?"
Kurama pulled his bottom lip between even white teeth as he muttered softly, "You weren't particular to humans then if you recall and I doubt your opinion's changed so suddenly."
". . . No. It hasn't." Clenching and unlacing his fingers, Hiei sighed, running his fingers over the span of static influenced hair, "You've created another burden for me Kurama. I don't need this. What of Yoko? Have you not taken your own mate's consideration in this?"
"I have," Kurama quickly said. "He—he knew this would happen before I did."
"He . . .," Hiei shifted his eyes. "Never mind." He didn't have the time to deal with this now. As if he didn't already have enough concerns to deal with, now he had something like this thrown in the mix. Someone he thought he could trust . . . Damn him. He was allowing something as potent as that blasted kiss destroy what Hiei had so happily been accustomed to and now he wants more?
As he turned on his heel to leave—a sharp intake shuddered him stiff when, as silent as the wind, two long arms draped around his shoulders and jerked his lithe body against a wall of warm muscles. "What the hell are you—?"
"I won't lose this Hiei. I simply cannot. If you're to tell me you feel nothing after this than I'll stay my peace and never do it again."
"What—" There had only been a few seconds to spare before Hiei was whipped around and Kurama slammed his lips against his.
A kiss. Another kiss . . . Then the spark returned . . . with a vengeance.

TBC: I haven't decided who'd be uke or seme yet so that's still in the wind. Things finally come to a head next chapter. . . THANK GOD! ^_^
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