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Chapter List
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Hot Mazoku Action

By Sefiru

Pairings: Yusuke/Hiei/Kurama in various combinations

Warnings: NC-17. YAOI, anal, oral, D/s, threesome.

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

BlueUtopiah: re: youki and jagan: I say, if you’ve got it, use it!

Meme: Oh, I have … plans … for Mukuro. Poetic justice, if you will.

Katonie: What does a Demon Lord have in his bedroom? Anything he wants! *noms cookies* Kurama gets his action in chapters 8 and 9.

Cherry: Unfortunately, the way I write lemons means that each one is from one POV only. I’ll see if I can work in one from Yusuke, but I can’t promise …

Jenni: I prefer to write fun stories; excessive angst is not my thing.

Tephra: Yusuke has magic fingers, you know.

Drace: I’m overwhelmed by your appreciation. ^__^ Just makin’ the world a better place one lemon at a time.

yaoihentai69, AmyMcClair, Angela, kerber, kit-kit, Aots-kun, lijana: Aw, shucks, guys. I’m glad you liked my scribblings.

(BTW, if you want something to tide you over, I have a bunch of lem *ahem* writing over in the DBZ section. Some of you already know that. ~_^)

In this chapter: Blood and guts, sap and sex.

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Chapter 7: A Day’s Work

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      Hiei was caught in someone’s arms, and he wasn’t panicking. This confused him; usually it meant very deep trouble if he woke up naked, with an arm and a leg clutching him, a sweet musky scent – Yusuke’s scent. His memory started to catch up with him; he shuddered. His Toushin had taken him as thoroughly as he could imagine, and he had enjoyed every minute of it. He was only a little sore, so Yusuke must have used lubrication, but he had no recollection of that.

      He bent down to lick Yusuke’s wrist. The Mazoku tasted even better than he smelled, like fresh blood and fine wine and roasts cooked over charcoal. Just right for breakfast. He was lapping up and down Yusuke’s forearm when the Toushin suddenly rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. “Taste something you like?”

      “Nnnnnnngh.” Hiei had trouble thinking straight with that much power so close to him. Fortunately for his sanity, Yusuke sat up.

      “You want the shower first?”

      “Go ahead, I’m not moving just yet.” Yusuke nuzzled his shoulder and stood up, leaving him melted in a puddle on the sheets. For a minute he lay and breathed in their mingled scents. Then he crawled languidly off the bed and his nose led him to the entry, where he found a double breakfast and a fresh set of black clothes. He carried it all to a low table under the window, fished his sword out of the mess from last night, and thought about at least putting his loincloth on. It was silly to be shy about showing skin at this point, but he suddenly felt on edge. The part of him that remembered being dropped from his mother’s home whispered that now that Yusuke had had his fun, he’d kick Hiei out the nearest door. He wanted some kind of shield, if only symbolic, between himself and that.

      And then Yusuke came into the room wearing only a towel – across his shoulders – and looked him up and down with those red-brown eyes. He shoved his insecurities into the darkest closet of his mind and slammed the door on them; Yusuke would have to kill him to get rid of him now. He looked over the Toushin’s still-dripping form … recalled how his skin tasted … and pounced. Yusuke gasped as Hiei sucked his cock down. He was hard in seconds; this was without a doubt the hottest thing he had ever seen, and the pressure, and the friction – far too soon he was coming into the fire demon’s throat. Hiei stood up, licking his lips to catch every last drop of fluid. “What are you going to have for breakfast?”

        A dark chuckle answered him. Yusuke grabbed him from behind, one hand on his chin holding him against the Toushin’s chest, while the other engulfed his shaft. Hiei was too surprised to control himself; one stroke, two, three – he shouted and spilled on Yusuke’s fingers. He leaned back, then looked up: Yusuke was licking his hand clean, one sexy finger at a time. He grinned. “Go wash up, Hiei.”

       “Hai.”

      After their other breakfast, Yusuke asked him, “Hey, Hiei. You up for a fight?”

      Wasn’t he always? “Against who?”

      “There’s a pack of bandits making trouble in the south of Tourin, so I thought I’d go check it out. Just like old times, only without Diaper-breath calling the shots. And you could come along as my – uh – what is the title for that, anyway?”

      Hiei smirked, both at Yusuke’s puzzlement and at his own audacity. Demons had been killed for suggesting what he was about to. “There is a word that’s sometimes used: Hannin. It means something like a cross between a spouse and a henchman.”

      “Hannin. Favored one, huh?”

      “Yes. It’s a rare title, because it implies great trust and loyalty.”

      “Sounds just like us.” Yusuke was grinning again. Hiei relaxed, although he had to wonder if the Toushin truly grasped what the word implied. It could wait; they had a fight to get to. Yusuke led the way to a higher level of the fortress where he’d installed Puu in a kind of bird-hangar. The spirit beast screeched a greeting; Yusuke scratched its chin and flung open the exterior doors. He leapt astride the blue bird. “Hiei, walking or riding?”

      “Hn.” No question – Hiei jumped on Puu’s back and laid his back against Yusuke’s chest.

      “Okay then. Let’s go, Puu!” They shot out into the cool Makai air. Hiei looked around curiously; he’d been back and forth across Tourin at ground level, but he’d never seen it from this vantage. Sharp sandstone crags jutted out from the forest, broad rivers foaming between them, very wild and picturesque. Much like Yusuke himself, in fact. Hiei nestled back against his Toushin; success in mating had made him bold. Now that he had the acceptance he craved, he intended to make the most of it, and he tried very hard not to add, while it lasted.

      After about an hour’s flight, they were circling above the reported bandit camp. Hiei used his Jagan to pinpoint the location and then, “Kiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Puu swooped into the trees, dropping them in the middle of a very startled pack of demons. “Hey, worm-food!,” Yusuke called as his shoes hit dirt. “I hear you’ve been making trouble in my land.”

      “What’s it to you?” The bandit leader was a hulking brute, his hoglike face twisted in a sneer. He looked familiar, and after a moment Hiei placed him: he was once a mid-level henchman in the gang which Hiei had run with. From the look of him, he had neither bathed nor changed clothes in the hundred years since. He was flexing his claws to try to intimidate Yusuke, who didn’t look impressed.

       “it’s this simple,” he said. “My fists, your ass, my rules.”

       Pigface shot a sly look in Hiei’s direction. Even he wasn’t dumb enough to face an S-class head on, but he seemed to think he had … “Well, if it isn’t our old friend Hiei. You remember your old pals, don’t you?”

       “I remember.” That Pigface had tried to kill him for the tear gems more than once. Like hell he would – wait. Opportunity. Go now. – Without the time to explain his impulse, he swept out his sword and laid it on Yusuke’s throat.

      Pigface cackled with delight. “Looks like you chose the wrong henchman, little lord.”

      Yusuke, on the other hand, was totally relaxed. “Hiei knows what he’s doing.”

      The bandits thought this was hilarious; they howled with boorish laughter as they surrounded the intruding duo. Pigface grinned at Yusuke from close enough to smell his halitosis. “End of the line, sweet pea. Hiei, you know what to do next.”

      “Hn.” Hiei swung his sword – away from Yusuke, and laid into the demon behind him. As expected, his ruse had lured the bandits (none of whom were higher than B-class) into coming much closer than they’d normally dare. The moment the sword was clear of his throat, Yusuke spiked his youki and punched Pigface square in the jaw. The unwashed bandit flew backwards through a tree trunk and, on the far side, landed with a splat in the camp’s latrine.

      Hiei put his back to Yusuke’s and instantly they were mowing through the demons as one. Blood flew everywhere; it had been so long since Hiei had had a real melee, so he held back his speed just to draw the fun out. Bandit after bandit crumpled under his blade, though he didn’t finish any of them on the off chance that they would survive to become worthy opponents one day. That was Yusuke’s version of mercy; it amused Hiei that in this, too, he’d taken on his Toushin’s ways. Who knew, it might even work!

     And then there were no more bandits to fight. Hiei lowered his sword, looking around the trampled campsite. Gasping bodies lay all around; a bale of rice had split and spilled on the dirt, and several trees had been knocked over. Two bedraggled whores crouched on one of the stumps, pelting the Pigface with a sack of turnips. Yusuke dusted off his hands in satisfaction. “And that is that. No reports to file, and I’ll leave the loot for those ladies over there. We’ll be back in time for lunch.”

      “Hn.” As Yusuke whistled for Puu, Hiei wiped his blade and sheathed it. Suddenly his hands froze in mid-movement. ~I put my sword to his throat. I put my sword to his throat.~ How could he be so stupid? No Demon Lord would stand for such behavior; now that the battle fury was past, now that he had regained his senses, surely – his train of thought broke when he was pulled sharply backwards. He thumped down on Puu’s back; Yusuke had hauled him up by the back of his cloak. “Hiei, you were totally spaced out. What’s up?”

       Puu rose over the trees, where the wind carried away the scents of blood and carnage. Hiei looked over his shoulder at Yusuke’s neck; there was a mark there, hair thin, straight and about two inches long. “I … I …”

       “Oh, that.” Yusuke grinned and pulled him into a hug. Usually the shorter demon would object to that, but his instincts were in full Do Not Piss Off the Demon Lord mode. Yusuke continued, “I knew you had to be up to something. Besides, like you said: Hannin.”

        Hiei’s eyes flew wide. He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. This was Maze Castle all over again; Yusuke believed in his honor, even when he didn’t himself. That was how he’d won Hiei’s loyalty in the first place. “Hannin,” he sighed.

       “Yeah.”

       He leaned back against his Toushin. Damn, Yusuke was hot; Hiei gasped as desire exploded through him, centered not on his cock, but in his hole. He needed Yusuke to take him, to prove to his body what his mind already knew. “Fuck me, Yusuke,” he growled.

       “Huh?”

       “Now! Or watch me do myself with my sword hilt!”

       A wordless growl answered him, and Yusuke reached around to undo his belt buckles. Why did he ever start wearing so many belts? It made for an eternity of torment with those fingers so close to his stomach; finally Yusuke pulled his waistband to his knees, exposing his backside to the breeze and his Toushin’s view. Yusuke rumbled with pleasure. Hiei touched his surface thoughts, and got an image of his hungry entrance pulsing open and closed. Seeing as well as feeling it only turned him on more. A brief rustle of clothing, and then Yusuke bent over him. His breath was hot on Hiei’s neck and his tip – brushed – against – Hiei jerked. He knew that electrified cocks were not a feature of Mazoku, but it certainly felt that way. A massive shock ran through his body as they touched, but then Yusuke slid into him and he groaned in relief.

     He slumped into Puu’s feathers. He had never imagined it would feel so good just to have his hunger satisfied; he almost came on the spot when Yusuke filled him, and every thrust afterward brought a jolt like a miniature orgasm. Hiei lay limp and let Yusuke do as he pleased with him. He didn’t care that they were in midair in plain view of everyone; any demon stupid enough to interrupt a Demon Lord’s mating wouldn’t live long enough to hit the ground. Nobody was that dumb, especially with Yusuke again radiating the divine energy that dissolved Hiei into a moaning pile of jelly. The Toushin, pleased with his surrender, bit down hard on his shoulder to mark him. It was too much; to be liked and accepted was all he’d dared dream of, but to be wanted – to be desired – he shattered. He screamed and shook as his release came over him. Yusuke growled as he poured out his seed as well, then started licking the mark on his shoulder with what sounded suspiciously like a purr. Hiei knew that if he looked now, Yusuke’s eyes would be glowing demon red. After a long minute, Yusuke pulled out and straightened their (now slightly sticky) clothes. Hiei once again sat back against his chest; they were on the way home.

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And two new members join the Mile High Club. ^^

Next chapter: Kurama wants in on the action.
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