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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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Silent Conflict

"Ah shit, yes, yes. Don't stop!"
"Don't stop?"
"Hell no, keep it goin'. Ah, ah that's nice!"
The widest smug line pulled the muscles of Kuwabara's face into a feral grin. He loved this. Every fucking minute of it was solid gold. Here before him reigned one of the most powerful and well known creatures of all of Makai, withering to nothing more than a flushed victim of his wicked charms.
Half bent, legs crossed over Kuwabara's shoulder blades and the length of his digit points digging savagely in his lover's back, Yusuke's entirety rolled and bucked against the impaling thrusts. Lengthy retractions and shoves, hurriedly carried in frequently untamed demand, mostly encouraged by the deep throated growls being surged through dried lips. It was taking all of Kuwabara's strength not to break his counterpart in half, though Yusuke knew he didn't stand a ghost's chance in hell of doing it, but he enjoyed the effort none the less. Between heavy breathing kisses and the curled compression of their bodies, the mass of limps appeared like a wild ball of heated hair and skin turned fully bronzed from the glistening perspiration.
Fans of cinnamon brown and auburn strands blended in a burnishing mixture from the concealed face and circling as a caped disguise from the world.
"Come on faster. Fuckin' break me in half!"
Kazuma snarled, blood fueled by the danger request and slammed Yusuke's hands into the rough textured comforter, palm to palm in full control. Pelvises smacked, skinned echoed a chiming slap in vastly painful sounds but nothing short of being pleasant for Yusuke. He took every man handling roughness with stride enjoying the thick, electrifying sensations burrowing his haloing muscles.
Burying his face against the young halfling's throat, Kuwabara steadied his wild stride, using the tough texture of his tongue to lap away at the pearls of salty sweat gathering in the creased muscles and confining every inch of their bodies together.
"You like that baby?"
"Shittt yes!" Yusuke growled, clawing evilly into the span of heavy muscle. "Fuck me—ah damn—fuck me!"
The two were vicious, inflicting as much pain and demand through their bodily requests. Yusuke's heel dug into the small of Kazuma's back, bringing their connection impossibly closer and rocking his body up to meet with every strong willed stroke.
They were lost in pure ecstasy, a bloody togetherness that only demons could worship within. But their lowly grunts and demonic tones reaching new, unsightly octaves hardly contributed to their sinful act and neither gave a damn who heard or saw this feat.
Fucking was simply fucking.
A fact that was disgusting a figure who just walked in Yusuke's bedroom, nose crunched into a wrinkle of tight folds as the sickening scent of sick scorched his nostrils and the underage display rendering a disturbing thought in his mind.
"Right there babe, shit!"
"Right there?"
"Yeahhhh right. . . right there ah!"
Raizen, resisted the ennoble urge to roll his eyes at his son's less than tactful activities and sort another method of arousing the kid's attention—By approaching the stone cased bed downwind until he surge a direct effect of his explosive youki within a painful range. The hairsplitting tingle began unnoticed, relaying slender aura strands from the tips of his talons to the bedding where he impelled his claws through.
Seconds relayed onward as a creeping smile, pulled the muscles of his lips crooked as the sounds of wanton fleet took on an oddity of confusion and ongoing lust. The distinguishment between pleasure and pain were soon overlapping, but the nervous system's receptors started sending kinetic messages.
This shit was starting to hurt. . . what the fuck—Yusuke's eyes suddenly flew as wide as his gapped mouth as from his hanging head position his gaze connected with ash grey hakama, a yellowish sash swaying tauntingly near and soon the eyes of his father crouched half bent his waist, with misconduct roaring like flaming laps.
"Fuck," The prince strenuously grunted, eyes pleading with his father to be allowed to finish. But at the maintained expression, Yusuke rolled his eyes and discreetly curled his leg underneath a still humping Kuwabara to kick his ass across the room into the closest wall.
The fool slammed naked as the day he were born, his body imprinting a stunned indention in the wall, as he slumped down in a crumble heap. "God what the fuck Yusuke!"
Yusuke rolled to his side ignoring his lover's attitude, barely considering his father's presence as he stood in the nude, arms folded over his sweaty chest. "Ya better have a good ass reason for comin' in my room old man."
Raizen, by then had taken a comfortable seat on his son's bed, despite the overwhelming odor of male musk blasting from his pressurized weight on the sheets. "You've duties to uphold boy." He simply stated in his gruff voice.
"Is that all?" Yusuke tossed his arms in the air, hair flying as he whipped back and forth agitated. "You interrupted my fuck fest to tell me that?"
"Where is that Youko's head?"
"Taken care of," Yusuke waved off as if the subject weren't worth discussing. "I already got someone on the deal. Our plan goes into effect today."
The lift of Raizen's brow underneath his band, made the younger Toushin flinch from the sheer strength he knew it'd take to pull the muscle in the tight wind and from the narrowed eye glare his father sent his way.
"Hm," The king snorted, finally standing. "You'd better keep part with your mission son." Saying this, the king angled his gaze toward the feline ruler carefully being weary of how he was seen and tried his best to cover his nudity from all eyes. The attractive nuisance wasn't spared a second thought. "Keep your priorities straight boy, lest you do want to meet the same fate as your siblings?" At the young blood's sudden reclined head, the Makai ruler nodded. "I didn't think so." His palm flattened over the teen's chest, spread wide over his pectoral where his beating organ resided. "Be careful not to make me wait. You know my patience is thin and yet you only care for a good fuck in the sheets."
Yusuke straightened his back, jutting his chest out with pride. "You got my word old man. I promise you'll get what you want."
"See to it that you do." With that threatening warning said, Raizen shoved his son aside, leaving the two youths to collect themselves forever scheme they had concocted. Whatever the plan or conjured theme, they'd better act on it soon.
The taste for blood was thickening with each passing day and the savory desire for the fool he dares to double cross him is the only flavor who knew would sate his needs.

There . . . there was a spark. It was there, the tingling had returned.
Hiei felt strange, his emotions suddenly ranging from sheer hyped magnitudes. Every sense was rapidly discombobulating into a heated trance and despite himself, and the immense rage he was feeling, his body was submitting the foreign pleasures of another.
The rush of smooth delicateness was slowly blinding him in a sharp, hot spark emitting this phenomenal sensation in the core of his stomach.
And it was all from the simple, leisure caresses of a mortal's desires to express his wayward feelings for him. Hiei's eyes were a fraction slit, gradually lowering to the other half of his eyelid until the vision of that handsome face vanished. From the moment he was plunged in a multicolored darkness, the eruption of bodily nerves tidal waved from the tips of his toes, to the plump of his lips where Kurama stood before him, delivering the kiss of a life time.
Kurama wanted—needed to give his all to prove that what he felt wasn't a make believe fantasy conjured up by the human heart, but that it went further than that.
A kiss had been the only way he could determine the properties of these emotions for himself and for that of his recipient, Hiei. But as he suckled down on the tender, uniqueness of this Koorime's dashing flavors, thoughts of previous purposes were scattered to the winds and Kurama took a different path, another approach.
In the subconscious of his mind, he could vaguely see the visual versions of himself and Hiei near the cliff where they currently were and in a way, Hiei was maneuvering him to the side of the mountain wall. The lead the human thought he'd started had been taken over by Hiei who in his own mind was acting on lustful instinct.
Tiny nips and the angles of their heads exchanged sides in a graceful turn and twist as Kurama felt his fingers gaining a mind of their own and easing down to perch their palms on Hiei's shoulders. Hiei's own hands had long since taken refuge on the narrowed juts of the mortals hips and puzzled his pelvis against the others'. His back curved inward, desperately urging his mouth to gain more of this oddity that was Kurama's special taste.
By the time their inward vision had made it to the wall, Kurama's back was the first to harshly connect and not once had he broken the kiss. The monumental response was the last thing he'd expected. Hiei was a sensational kisser; an amusing fact he was gingerly aware of from their little moment.
Kurama lazily bucked his head forward in a form of stunning Hiei and darted the pallet of his widened tongue on the cozy bedding of heated moisture. From there, something around the feeling of atomic astonishment registered for them both, activation tighter grips on clothing and a sudden grind of hips. Regardless of who'd done it, a soft moan was heard, blended well between sealed lips.
It was a subtle bland mixture of natural human, and a creamy slickness coated around the unfamiliar insides. Contrasting differences from the many before that were lucky to have gotten a taste. Experienced techniques from separate ends worked in a building frantic for dominance, as hot, thick organs battled in the contours of saturated infernos. A scowl, pulled at the muscles on Hiei's brow as he gave a throaty groan at the defiance of this human. But a calmer moan was pulled from inside, defined between arrogance and simulation.
Crinkles of clothing were squeezed roughly between fingers as Kurama slid his hands from the Hiei's broad shoulders and over the plane of hidden muscle cords behind his shirt. Where the main swelling emerge, which was Hiei's bulging pectorals, Kurama palmed over the clothed expansion and squeezed.
Hiei stiffened in the kiss momentarily as white, hot tremors coursed throughout his veins. On their own accord, his hands ventured lower south, curving over angled hips, solid thighs and soon rounding about to another kind of inflated deluxe, nestled cozily in a pair of dark green hakama. Upon reaching that firm and supple destination, Hiei's hands cupped underneath the plump, closed his palms on either cheek and pulled forward.
Kurama's mind of common sense had bloomed and exploded from that moment on as that had always been a secret turn-on of his for so long. The Youko had done so countless times when they shared those quiet moments and for Hiei to do so, just as demanding was enticing.
And beyond attractive.
It enforced some kind of chemical power shock in his body and the messages of more were sent from his brain to the increasing crotch in his pants. "Mmm Hiei," Kurama mouthed against their lips. "You taste divine." He connected their lips again, more loose and untamed, not giving the fire demon a chance to reply to what was said.
Divine indeed. A devastatingly delicious flavor their merging saliva was. Hiei tight griped Kurama's ass and pulled their lower halves together as the need for more of this electrical current navigated in his system. Kurama's scent was becoming a melting intoxication, a lovely tangle of his musky perfume and Hiei's own was graduating into bonded drug that this moment was addicting them too.
But the secondly break had transformed Hiei's misty sex drive into a transparent wake up call. His eyes slithered open for the briefest moment and it was then that he became angered that, he was in the arms of another. Someone else other than his betrothed. And he'd . . . in a half chance, encouraged this upcoming fleece.
"Mmm no Kurama," Hiei tore his swollen lips free, unlocking his hands from behind. "No."
Kurama's chest rose and fell in a steady upbeat as confusion mirrored in his eyes. The sizzling mist that shrouded the Koorime's eyes were steadily gaining focus and the haze stream of sage returned to its emerald glimmer.
"Hiei," Kurama licked his lips of the lasting juices and willingly tightened his hold. "What happened?"
Hiei dropped his hands free, "I can't. Not like this, not to him. Kuronue's done nothing to deserve this."
"I understand and I apologize, but" A fleeting moment passed between them until Kurama broke it with a disconcerting question. ". . . did you not feel anything? Anything at all?"
'The apology was hollowed' Hiei fumed. "That isn't the point."
"Just answer my question Hiei."
Hiei stepped directly in Kurama's face, squared off at the shoulders and legs. "I'm inclined to do no such thing. Get your mind clear of this and focus on something other than fidelity."
"I simply want to know Hiei. After the months you've spent here you've affect me in a way that I cannot look over." Kurama snatched Hiei's hand and placed it over his chest, where a heavy thud pulsed with an unmatchable speed against his hand.
"This," Kurama whispered. "This is what happens when you're near me. This is what happens when I think of you. This effect is weary and damning but I do not want it to go away."
"Kurama—"
"That is why I must know Hiei. If there was nothing there, I'll leave it be and never come upon you with this again." The hand over his chest was grasped and constricted between palmer, slender fingers. "But you must be honor bound that what you say is true and not a falsehood to lead me astray."
Hiei heavily sighed through his nose as he angled his head to the side, "You want me to enforce my honor for something ennoble? I cared for another before you human. If there was something there it doesn't matter. I've already claimed what I wanted and that's not you!"
"You may sit here and lie to yourself Hiei but I see it in your eyes. You're as confused as I, and just as concerned that it may be more than what we're assuming." The agitation of not being seen in the eyes, gathered Kurama's temper to cradle Hiei's chin in his grasp and tilt his fiery gaze to him. "I care for Kuronue as much as you. But it wouldn't be fair to lock him in a cage of uncertainty with someone who feels desires for another person."
Hiei jerked his jaw free, eyes ablaze. "You know nothing. I have not ever given the intentions of being attracted to you. It was you who came on to me."
"And if I had not then you would've discovered in the long haul that you do feel something for me."
Kurama's deadly calm, unmerged some a dangerous build of flames in Hiei's eyes as they darkened a furious shade of crimson blood. "I feel nothing for a human; I shall never feel anything for the likes of a mortal man!"
"Lies," Kurama hissed. "You know regardless of what you deny that the spark I spoke of exists. It means something Hiei. And your denial only further confirms that you did feel it as much as I!"
"Is that the only thing on your mind human?" Hiei suddenly growled, shrugging himself free of Kurama's space. "What of your own mate Kurama? What will the Youko think if he learned of this? That his companioned lover is out fondling that of his friend's betrothed?"
"Betrothed?" Kurama wicked whispered, despite himself. "You're engaged to mate with Kuronue?"
Hiei hesitated, back stiffened in a perfect horizontal as the fact that he was indeed arranged to become Kuronue's mate had slowly subdued in his mind.
That's when it struck him, hard.
"Hiei I," Kurama froze, than shook his head. "I hadn't known. I assumed . . ."
". . . The rose." Hiei whispered to himself. The rose; their shared declaration. He'd forgotten that he'd sworn himself to the Chimera and had promised to wait for any sort of romance until the rose had blossomed. God. Had it yet?
Hiei hadn't thought of it a second longer before his image was a murky blur in the shadows, leaving behind Kurama and the child to see for himself if he'd broken a vow to his beloved. The blossom couldn't have bloomed. Not just yet. It'd only been a couple of months into the spring season but the last time he'd checked the flower's status had been nearly a week ago.
Hiei arrived back to the adjoining cave within moments, immediately darting inside, looking for the rose in its unmoved place. Eyes zeroing in on the bloom's fully peeled luster.
Ebony laces around the edges and inward magenta effloresce flourished and curled back until the very center was visible for the world to see.
Their declaration had fructified into a beautiful image, a rarity unseen by anyone but himself.
Hiei went inside to kneel before the flower, emotions running haywire and confusion draining the strength from his body. Gods it'd finally come. The day had arrived that he swore his life to be merged with that of Kuronue. . .
He promised. He swore it to him that day.
But the feeling felt tarnished, it felt destroyed.
And it was all because of Kurama. Their shared instant and overruled everything.
Because he'd be lying to himself id he said he didn't sense something between them just as powerful as the Chimera's love for him.
But it was while he was turned back, mind unguarded and senses tight from uncharted focus that Hiei hadn't realized he wasn't in his cavern alone.
There was another person within, eyes a blackening tar of twisted cruelty.
And with the raising shine of the metallic dagger glistening in the illuminated shine, it struck down, ripping into him.
Then was a gasped cry, breathless and low.
Then there was darkness.

"Damn," Came the disembodied growl of the pacing Kuronue. "I knew that son of a bitch was up to no good."
Yoko nodded from his post near the tree. His suspicions had been there, though low as they were, he'd taken note of the strange things happening about their recent heists. The ambushes, the misleading rumors and countering booby traps set around the perimeter and a selection of unique happenings. All of them were ideas he'd learned on his own and with the added differences, the signature of each event was easily interpreted through mental strain and background attack.
All of it a style only Yomi went back in a similar technique the fox leader went by more subtle.
"Fuck," Kuronue connected the ball of his fist into his palm angrily. "What are we gonna do about 'em?"
"Wait."
"Wait?"
The silver bandit, slightly gestured. "Yes, till he makes his next move I won't understand his angle. Yomi has a scheme going about but I need to understand where it's leading."
"Ain't it obvious? He's trying to take over the bandit cove by wiping out most of the followers."
"No," he disagreed, bringing his finger to crook under his chin in thought. "There's more to it than that."
"Like what?"
That was the problem in itself. The Youko couldn't figure out what Yomi's aim was. If he were simply trying to take out the most loyal thieves he could have done so without so much commotion. But here some of his skills weren't all his own.
As if he were working with someone else—
"What the hell?"
Kuronue's disconcerting howl pulled the fox demon from his theorizing to see what could have his younger charge so outraged. The Chimera's face was ashen paler then normalcy, eyes stretched wide and lips agape in surprise and malice upon what had his attention so avidly.
Yoko wouldn't have to wait too longer nor get a verbal explanation as to why.
Because his eyes immediately fell toward the twisted wisp of darkened clouds rising from the earth's surface and the scent of burning blood sizzling deep within his nose. Like the slowest torment delivered by the hands of the devil himself, for the first time in his entire life, Yoko felt the insides of his stomach churning royally with inward fright as he instantly calculated the distance and location from where the emerging blackness rose.
The sanctuary. . .
"Shuichi . . . Hiei . . ."

TBC: For goodness sakes this story's near it's end and I still have writer's block!
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