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Hot Mazoku Action	By : sefiru Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 24276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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 (R this chapter). YAOI, anal, oral, D/s, threesome.

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

Angela, kerber, kit-kit, shade shadow, Cherry: thank you all, your squeee’s mean a lot to me.

LadyShadowDragon: I disapprove of idiocy as a plot device, so they aren’t going to act like children … much.

yaoihentai69: it’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s the product of a deranged mind! ^^

Katonie: ooh, cookies! *nom nom nom* those aren’t the only thing getting eaten around here ~^

Admiral ShadowWolf: actually, “hannin” is a word I made up; it represents a demon who is a Lord’s second-in-command as well as bed partner, vs. mates, who would have their own job/territory, or concubines who have no authority. Oh, and here’s a cookie for having review #69.

Amy McClair: Knowing Kurama, he won’t take it lying down. (actually he will, but …)

Flamebody: one more for the Kurama beat Yomi conspiracy theorists, yay!

Tephra: fresh fruit eh? You’ll see how fresh I can get ^^

In this chapter: Kurama takes matters into his own hands.

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Chapter 8: Enter Kurama

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     The envelope on Kurama’s desk bore no human postmark. It was thick cream parchment with his human name and address written in a blocky hand, and the red seal of Tourin in one corner. It smelled of the Makai, and of Yusuke. He tore it open, pulled out the letter and read, “Hi, Kurama, just sending you a note with the lastest news. A few days ago Hiei showed up on my doorstep after he had some trouble with Mukuro. He’s living at Tourin now and, yeah, we started sleeping with each other. He says you want a piece of me, too. If you do, drop by sometime and we’ll talk about it. Heck, drop by anyway, we don’t see enough of you over here. – Yu.” There was a postscript in a different hand: “He gives off divine energy in bed. – H.”

     For a moment Kurama saw red. That bastard Koorime beat me! He could almost see the neener neener that Hiei was too dignified to write. But the instant of rage passed, and his good sense took over. They were inviting him to join them; this was the opportunity he had dreamed of. He could just see Yusuke’s sweat-streaked chest, Hiei’s Jagan clouded with lust …

     “Shuichi, are you all right? That letter wasn’t bad news, was it?”

     “No, Mother, I’m fine.” His burst of anger must have been strong enough to touch even Shiori’s tenuous spirit awareness. “Yusuke has invited me to visit him for the weekend.”

      “Oh my! Isn’t it a long trip?”

      “It’s all right, Mother, he sent tickets.” Which he had, in a way. In the envelope were two densely scribed slips of paper, much like wards; when the tab was torn off, each one would open a portal between the worlds. This was the means which Yusuke had invented for traveling without the Reikai’s assistance. And it was probably giving Koenma raving fits, too, which was a benefit as far as Kurama was concerned. He tucked the note and tickets back in their envelope; he intended to make use of them as soon as possible.

      Now that his flash of anger had subsided, he was having visions of the possibilities. Yusuke. And Hiei. The Toushin, he imagined, would be as ferocious in bed as he was in battle, all muscles and grinning confidence. And Hiei; would he be fiery and aggressive, or sinuous like a panther? He envisaged Yusuke bending Hiei over on all fours, pounding him into the mattress, and his mouth went dry. He reached for a towel, intending to take a cold shower.

     … He gives off divine energy …

            … divine energy in bed …

     Kurama dropped the towel and took a handful of tissues instead.

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     He appeared in the Makai on a rock outcropping about half a day’s travel from Tourin – a wise precaution in case the tickets fell into the wrong hands. He changed to his silver form as soon as he landed, and then germinated one of his moth-wing seeds. He loved the Makai jungle under most circumstances, but not when he had to slog through four hours of it for the chance of getting laid; a hop into the updraft from the cliff face and he was on his way.

      The lands around Tourin showed the influence of a strong ruler, he noted with a thief’s eye; even the lowest-class demons went about their business openly, knowing that the Toushin would tolerate no poaching in his realm. Here was the burrow of earth demons, mining for precious stones. There was a strangler tree with its symbiotic wood-sprite, whose hairs were charmed against poison and fetched a thousand times their weight in gold. There was a walled cluster of craftsman’s huts, perhaps with masterworks in production. And the less immediately valuable, but no less vital industries such as kappa with their rice fields and herders with their beasts. At the foot of Tourin itself spread a market, one of only a handful such in all the Makai, an assembly of merchants living off the volume of travelers bringing tribute to the fortress. Kurama smiled. This was as civilized as the Makai ever got, the sort of place where his former profession could thrive.

      He soared over the rabble of market tents, landed in the castle forecourt and reverted his wings to seed. A bald-pated lackey was already rushing across the pavement towards him. “Greetings, Lord Kurama, we have been awaiting your arrival. Please follow me.”

      “Thank you,” Kurama responded, and then followed silently. Anything more would give away his building eagerness; he was mere minutes from seeing Yusuke and Hiei, hopefully not much longer from – ahem. Perhaps eagerness was not precisely the word for what he was feeling. He could sense Yusuke’s youki. He could smell his scent. At last he would have the chance to lay his hands on the power he had first witnessed on that dusty Makai plain. The servant stopped before a nondescript door; Kurama nodded at him, strode confidently through, and –

      There was a sofa. It was covered in leather the color of dried blood. Two demons lounged on it, waiting – no, lying in wait for him. Yusuke sat against one arm with his feet on the seat; a copper goblet dangled from his fingers. His hair had started to grow out into Mazoku spikes, though he kept his bangs slicked back. Hiei perched on the sofa’s back in the poised relaxation of a jungle predator. Hiei? Relaxed? Kurama had never seen that before. It … was … He stood with his mouth gaping open, a trickle of drool descending from one fang.

      Yusuke grinned. “You win, Hiei.”

      “I told you he’d do that. Now pay up.”

      “Right.” The Toushin set his cup on the floor, then pulled Hiei onto his lap – dipped him over backwards and tried to suck the breath from his lips. Kurama was rooted to the spot. If this was the kind of wager laid down in Tourin, he would turn gambler on the instant … after what was surely several hours, the two demons lifted their heads, Yusuke looked straight at him.

      “You want a piece of this, Kurama?”

      “Y – yes …” His usual eloquence deserted him completely.

      Hiei snickered. Yusuke pointed at the middle of the sofa. “Sit.”

      He sat. He struggled to regain his composure; here he was, literally within reach of the two hottest demons he had ever met, who had just put on a show apparently for his benefit. His survival instincts shrieked that he’d been flanked and those same demons could take him down before he could retaliate; this only served to inflame his lust. He hadn’t let himself be outmaneuvered this way in centuries. Somehow he calmed himself to a semblance of coherency, and bowed low from his seat.

       “Greetings, Yusuke. As you have guessed, I am here to present my suit to become your lover.”

       “Only my lover?” Eh? What did he mean by that? Yusuke continued, “Okay, so you and Hiei agreed to share me. Will you abide by that and not get into fights over it?”

       “Yes, certainly.”

       “Do you trust me to treat you both fairly and equally?”

       “Yes, of course.” Kurama was starting to wonder where this line of questions was going, especially with the wicked smirk that had just crawled over Hiei’s face.

       “Will you not hide anything from me and Hiei that might mess up our relationship?”

       This gave him pause. He was secretive by nature, of course, and such an attitude could quickly sour an association. He’d gotten caught in bad habits before this, so the condition was wise. And Yusuke hadn’t asked him to give up all his secrets, just the harmful ones. He nodded. “Yes.”

       “Good! Now, how long have you been mine?”

       His possessive tone made Kurama shiver. “You have had my loyalty since that night on the hospital roof. My lust, since the fight with Sensui.”

       “Uh-huh. Last question: speaking of lust, when do you want to do this?”

       No need to think on that one. “As soon as possible.”

       Yusuke grinned again, and Kurama felt a sudden burst of alarm. “Perfect.”

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Yes, I *AM* evil enough to do this twice in one story! Mwahahahahaha.

Next chapter: spicy fox manwich.
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