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By Sefiru

Pairings: Yusuke/Hiei/Kurama in various combinations

Warnings: R, becoming NC-17 later (I’ll say when). YAOI, anal, oral, D/s, threesome.

Disclaimer: I don’t own YuYu Hakusho, it owns me.

Katonie: Sizzle is right … I’m grilling you all slooooowly.

shade shadow, Angela, Devious Lil Devil: glad you still like it.

kit-kit: bit of a twist, eh?

Meme: well, it was more a bridge chapter than anything else. I have … things in mind for Mukuro.

Tephra: I’ll bet this stuff is more uplifting than those stuffy “thought of the day” things ~_^

JLA: Oh, I have tons more mischief in store for our trio. Read on!

In this chapter: Hiei explains things to Yusuke.

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Chapter 5: Talk the Talk

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     Hiei was half awake, a novel experience for him. His body was wrapped in warmth and comfortable scents and didn’t want to come to alertness; his suspicious mind wasn’t so sanguine, but it still took him several minutes to haul his eyelids up. He was alone in an airy room done in black and white, with a huge bay window that took up most of the outside wall. He was nestled in a bed that felt both soft and firm, with a black blanket that whispered that he didn’t want to move, that he wanted to stay right there for a while longer. His rational mind wasn’t buying it.

     He sat up; Yusuke’s scent was all around him, which must mean he’d made it to Tourin. Other than that the scents were faint and soapy – no one besides cleaning servants had been in this room in months. His injuries were mostly healed and his youki felt normal; at first he thought he was totally naked, but he had two leather bands on his right arm at the wrist and biceps. Wards, very subtle wards, for his dragon. Now he was curious; he climbed out of the amazing bed and went in search of clothes.

      He found them in the connecting bathroom – not the same ones he’d been wearing, which had to be ruined, but exact duplicates. His own white belts and his mother’s tear gems lay beside them, along with a note. “You got me worried, Hiei. What the hell were you fighting? Come find me when you wake up, I want to hear the whole story. – Yu.”

     Hiei had no reason to wait around; he dressed himself, found his sword on a bracket on the headboard, and went out into Tourin’s halls. The dry heat radiating from the sandstone was a welcome change from dank Alaric; for one thing, the scents stood out more clearly so he could easily find his way. He was nervous. Rationally he knew that Yusuke would not reject him, had already accepted him in all but name – but tell that to his subconscious. His youki spiked sky high; his hand clenched around his sword. As he stood before the throne room doors, he breathed deeply to collect himself, and then stepped inside.

      Yusuke was there, sprawled on Tourin’s throne with two years’ worth of manga piled around him; one phone-book-sized volume was open across his lap. When he saw Hiei enter, he tossed the magazine aside and sat up. “Hiei! Hey.”

     “Yusuke.” He strode into the room; when he was about halfway across, he dropped briefly to one knee before continuing. His sign, clearer than any words he could spill out. Yusuke raised an eyebrow but made no comment; he stood up as Hiei came closer.

     “You gave me a scare back there. How are you feeling?”

     “I’m fine.”

     “Uh-huh. Is that I-can-fight-a-hundred-demons-bare-handed fine or I-can-walk-on-my-own-without-tripping fine?”

     A cat-smile curled across Hiei’s lips; the Toushin knew him well. “I can fight … but I won’t enjoy it.”

     “What I thought. Come on, let’s get dinner.” Yusuke walked to the door, and Hiei turned on his heel to follow. “I told them to lay it out in my office.”

     Hiei cocked an eyebrow. “You have an office?”

     “Yeah, with nice furniture and everything. If I’m not careful people will start taking me seriously.”

     “Hn.” Of course, Hiei took Yusuke very seriously; he just didn’t know that yet.

     “By the way, how’s the ward on your dragon? Not too tight?”

     “It’s good. Who wrote it?” Hiei had always used the ward he’d learned with the Darkness Flame technique, and he’d assumed it was the best ward for the purpose although it put the equivalent of a cramp in his youki. This ward, he could barely feel at all and yet it contained his dragon flawlessly.

     Yusuke scratched his neck. “Actually, I did it. I was just checking if I got it right.”

     “Amazing. I think you’ve discovered a talent for something besides fighting.”

     “Yeah, well, I had to look at the Kikai barrier when I was trying to find a way into the human world, and that got me into all kinds of other wards. They just kinda make sense to me.”

     “Hn.” They came to another sand-coloured door in the sand-coloured wall. Yusuke pushed it open; in the entry beyond they pulled off their shoes and stepped up into a traditional Japanese-style room. Golden tatami, rice-paper windows, polished wood and laquered trays stacked on the dark teak desk. “Nice digs.”

      “It’s good to be the king.” Yusuke flopped onto one of the floor cushions, and Hiei sat in formal seiza across from him. The Toushin shoved one of the trays at him, which turned out to contain ordinary miso soup, pickles, rice and stir fry. He poked it.

     “This isn’t human meat, is it?”

     “Nah, it’s beef. Looks like I can live on any kind of Ningenkai meat.” He poured two cups of tea and plonked one down in front of Hiei. “Right, now what’s with the kneeling all of a sudden?”

     No beating around the bush here. “That’s … for you. So that all will know where my loyalties are.”

     “Uh … thanks?” Yusuke did not look any less puzzled. “So anyway, who were you fighting yesterday? You were really torn up.”

     “Mukuro. She wanted something that I would not give her. She tried to insist, I fought her off, and I came here to bring it to its rightful owner.”

     “Huh? Was she after your mom’s jewels again?”

      Hiei sipped his soup while he waited for Yusuke’s brain to catch up with his mouth. “No, she was after my body.”

      “You mean she tried to rape you? – Wait, rightful owner? What the hell?” He looked even more confused, but not, Hiei thought, displeased. “Hiei, you know I’m not the sharpest crayon in the box, so maybe you’d better tell me exactly what you mean, in short words.”

      Ah, the moment of truth. Hiei took a swig of tea to compose himself. “Yusuke Urameshi, I offer you my body, at your back and I hope, in your bed.”

      “And your loyalty.”

      “You’ve had that for years.”

      “I know.”

      They ate in silence for a minute, with Hiei trying hard not to show his tension. He half expected to be thrown out the window for his impertinence.

      “So, do you top or bottom?”

      Hiei choked on his rice. “Well?” prodded Yusuke. Hiei struggled to answer through an elated haze of youki – he accepts me? He accepts me!

      “I assumed that you, being the stronger of us, would be on top.” The last few words came out sounding slightly husky.

      Yusuke leaned back on his cushion. “After hanging out with Keiko so long, I got over the idea that being in charge equals sticking your dick in things, so I can go either way. It’s up to you, Hiei: top or bottom?”

      It was actually going to happen. He looked Yusuke straight in the eye. “I want you to take me like the Demon Lord you are.”

      The Toushin’s face stretched into the grin he usually wore when he was wiping the arena floor with someone. “Eat your dinner, Hiei. You’re gonna need it.”

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Why yes, I do like stringing people along. Why do you ask?

Next chapter: Lemon cream pie. If you know what I mean. ^^
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