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Go Ask Alice	By : redeyedemon Category: Yuyu Hakusho > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, it's been a while, I know, sorry. But, I'm back! And, here's chapter eight. This was totally supposed to be the second to last chapter, but things didn't turn out that way. Things happen. Anyways, y'all don't want to hear from me, you want the porn.

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Warnings: Boy sex. Blow jobs. Language. Hospital sex. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own. And, damn this chapter is tame compared to my usual list of warnings.

Parings: Kuronue/Youko, Youko/Yusuke.

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH, and I make absolutely no money from writing this fic. If I made money for this, I would not be sitting around in a state where it snows all the fucking time.

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Eight: Naked

“I can’t believe you didn’t fucking tell me, Kuro.”

Youko snarled at Kuronue, his hands fisted in the front of the brunette’s shirt. Kuronue had his hands on Youko’s chest, his gaze calm and his voice low as he spoke, not shifting his gaze from Youko’s.

“Your mother threatened my life, Youko. And, you know I know better than to cross your mother.”

The blonde shook him again, though there was less force in it. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, Kuronue,” Youko looked desperate and dazed, the possibility of panic bubbling dangerously beneath the surface, barely restrained by days of barely eating and sleeping, the stress wearing away at all of his defenses. “My lover, my best friend, the one and only person I can depend on for absolutely anything and you didn’t tell me that my parents are taking my little brother off his life support, and that there is the very distinct chance that he may not survive.”

Purple eyes blazed, though the guilt was clear in his gaze. He cupped Youko’s face in his hands for a moment, before gripping one of Youko’s wrists and dragging him into the hospital room’s bathroom. Youko’s back hit the bathroom door hard enough to rattle the thin door and the blonde as Kuronue’s hands stayed solid on his shoulders. Youko took a couple of deep breaths, because he recognized that there was a good chance that he would pass out otherwise, and he was useless unconscious.

“Kuro…”

“No,” Youko raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak again, but Kuronue cut off the possibility of any other words with a sharp glare and one sharp shake. “Kurama is fine. You are the one I have to be concerned about right now, because your father and the doctors are threatening to sedate you and have you committed if you don’t calm down. I know you’re stressed about Kurama. Let me help you. You’re absolutely no good to his recovery if you’re in a hospital bed of your own.”

Youko went to speak again, to argue, but Kuronue snarled and slapped a hand over his mouth. Youko glared at him, and Kuronue glared right back. He held the blonde firmly against the door until he relaxed, dropping his gaze. Kuronue sighed a little, leaning into Youko’s body before he stepped back.

“Strip.”

Youko complied, his gaze still dropped to the ground. Kuronue shook out his hands as he watched the blonde fold his clothing, debating for a minute before stepping past Kuronue to place them on the closed toilet seat.

“I don’t have your collar on me, nor you cuffs,” Kuronue’s voice as low as he spoke to Youko’s still turned back. The blonde shrugged as one of Kuronue’s hands slipped around his throat, the other coming around him to grip both of Youko’s wrists in one of his hands. “That doesn’t mean I can’t still take all of your control away as I see fit. You know I will always take care of you, don’t you, Youko?”

The question was rhetorical, but Youko nodded nonetheless. Kuronue made an approving noise that could have been a growl, tugging Youko more firmly back against his chest.

In a move almost too fast for Youko to keep up with, Kuronue had spun both of them so they were facing the bathroom door again. The darker haired boy released his wrists so he could brace himself. “Don’t move. And, I’d highly recommend being quiet. Unless, of course, you want the doctors and your parents to get a first row seat to me making you my bitch.”

Youko snorted with his head bowed, complying with Kuronue’s demands with his hands pressed against the door. “I’m fairly sure my parents would be less than shocked at the notion.”

Another snort escaped Kuronue as he fished lube out of his pants pocket. “So, it wouldn’t be the first time your parents walked in on us,” He conceded, on hand gripping Youko’s hip as the other, with lubed fingers, made its way into Youko’s body. The excess amount of lube and the exceptionally careful way Kuronue worked Youko open was probably unnecessary; the blonde was pliant and relaxed under his hands. But, Kuronue enjoyed the process, listening to each and every little gasp and moan that Youko tried to suppress.

“Make as much noise as you want, if you really don’t care. Kurama will enjoy the story when he wakes up.”

Youko stayed mostly silent, except for a few stray noises that he couldn’t quite keep down. He appreciated the fact that Kuronue had used the term ‘when’ not ‘if’. He also knew that Kurama would hear about this whether they were walked in on or not. His head dropped forward against the door with something like a sigh as Kuronue added another finger, twisting teasingly. Youko grunted, spreading his legs obediently when Kuronue kicked each of his ankles lightly, and arching his back.

Kuronue took a moment to appreciate the view. “You really are too pretty for your own good, Youko. Remember the first time we fucked and neither of us had any idea what we were doing?” Kuronue’s words were soft, spoken against the back of Youko’s neck.

Blonde hair fell over Youko’s shoulder as he nodded with a slight laugh. “We were,” His words stuttered to a stop, his breath coming out on a gasp as Kuronue pressed into him, slowly. “We were thirteen and the only experience we had was internet porn. Not even the good stuff.”

Kuronue’s hips pressed into Youko’s and he molded himself to Youko’s back, dark hair mingling with the blonde as he hands gripped Youko’s wrists, holding them firmly against the door. “We did some research. If I’d gone entirely from porn, I’d have assumed I could have plowed your pretty ass with no prep and no lube.”

A short laughed escaped Yoko, which felt a little odd with Kuronue fully inside him. “It still hurt like a bitch, oh master of ‘just relax and let me fuck you’,” Another breathless laugh escaped him, turning into a gasp as Kuronue drew his hips back slightly, before pressing back in, sending little sparks behind Youko’s eyelids. “Better than the first time you tried a blow job.”

“Mmhmm,” Came Kuronue’s muted reply as he shifted, widening his stance so he could thrust into Youko a little harder without releasing his grip on the blonde’s wrists. “Better than our first time with a girl, too. And with bondage. Or the belt.”

“Oh, the belt,” Youko managed another small laugh, his hips pressing back against Kuronue. “I think Kurama still has a scar from that. He was pissed for days.”

Kuronue nodded against the back of Youko’s neck. “He couldn’t sit properly for longer, so maybe we should be thankful. And, all things considered, our first time could have gone a whole lot worse,” Another sigh escaped Youko’s lips, his eyes closed as Kuronue pulled back again, adjusting his angle, before thrusting back in, hard.

There was a distinct thump as Youko dropped his head against the door, biting his lip to hold back a cry. Kuronue breathed out against the back of Youko’s neck, sinking his teething into the skin he found there and holding firm.

It was a slow burn, building on rocking thrusts and tight grips and panting breaths. Youko didn’t have the breath or state of mind to scream as he came. His breath came out almost as a sob, his whole body sagging against the door.

Kuronue breathed out a few moments later, his teeth drawing blood where they were still embedded in Youko’s skin.

The two sagged bonelessly together for few moments before Kuronue straightened, slapping Youko’s hip, just hard enough to leave a red mark on pale skin and making Youko jump, blinking a little blankly, still somewhat in the post orgasm haze.

“Get dressed and clean up a little. You need food. And, I’m entirely sure Yusuke would love to see you, even if you are a bit of a mess.”

It took a bit, but Youko finally nodded, straightening and heading for his clothes. “Is he still on bed rest?” He asked, shrugging the tee-shirt over his head, not quite looking at Kuronue.

“Last day. He and Hiei can irresponsibly roam the hospital together.”

Youko turned to look at Kuronue with a deep frown. He paused, his breath catching a little as he did up his pants, tipping his feet into his shoes.

“Kuro,” Youko paused, taking a breath. “What if Kurama really doesn’t wake up? I mean, this is my fault. Because, I took my eyes off him for a fucking second! And then some sick fuck gets him and—“

Kuronue caught Youko around the waist again, cutting off his words and burying his face in Youko’s neck. He held tight for a moment, waiting for the blonde to relax. His grip tightened again.

“He will, Youko. It’s not your fault,” The blonde shuddered, shoving at Kuronue’s chest, but the brunette held fast. “No. You don’t get to push me away, and you absolutely do not get to blame yourself for the work of some psychopath! Your brother was kidnapped and abused and none of that is your fault, Youko. And, you’re going to drive yourself up a wall if you don’t stop.”

Youko glared hard, shoving way from Kuronue, and Kuronue let him. “You can’t fuck me into submission again, Kuro. Not this soon. Even your refectory period has some limits.”

Kuronue seemed to debate for a moment, before he allowed himself to grin. It wasn’t an especially nice expression. “Maybe not, but I can beat your ass until you can’t sit right. Your parents will love that.”

The blonde’s glare remained, but he sighed after a few moments, before checking his hair in the bathroom’s mirror and stepping back into t hospital room Kuronue caught him around the waist before he could settle next to Kurama’s bedside again. “We’re going to eat, then go see Hiei and Yusuke. And then we’ll come back. The ventilator is off, and at this point he’s just sleeping. Having you sitting by him worrying and turning his hair into some sort of princess like mess of braids isn’t going to help anyone,” He brush Youko’s hair back and kissed the mark he’d left on his neck. “Maybe we can even considering getting you out in the sun for a bit.”

Youko grumbled a threat, but allowed himself to be lead from the room.

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“Sweet, sweet freedom!”

Yusuke ignored the glares from the nurses as he attempted to get out of his wheelchair. His leg still in a cast and arm still in a cast and a sling prevented any such activity. Naturally, such things didn’t stop Yusuke from trying. Crutches weren’t even an option until his shoulder at least was healed.

Hiei watched n as Yusuke argued aimlessly with the doctors about being stuck in the chair, not over stressing himself, and not sneaking up to the roof to smoke.

Yusuke finally snapped. “Fine! I’ll follow your stupid ass fucking rules if you let me see Kurama. I’m tired of this god damned hospital room.”

“Language, young man. Believe it or not, we want you and our friends healthy and out of the hospital,” The doctor gave Yusuke a serious look that settled the raven haired boy back into the chair. “Good. Here is your physical therapy schedule, and the schedule we’d like to keep for your x-rays. Stay on track and we’ll have you out as soon as possible.”

Yusuke grumbled, settling back in the wheelchair, accepting the list the doctors gave him.

The room emptied slowly, finally leaving Hiei and Yusuke alone. The latter was still grumbling, trying to sort out the workings on the electronic wheelchair he’d been stuck in because he could operate a normal one with only one arm. He dropped back in the chair with a sigh, turning dark eyes on Hiei.

“So… Wanna sneak up to the roof for a cigarette then go visit Kurama? I can run over Youko’s foot with my wheelchair if he’s not eating properly?”

Hiei snorted, but nodded and the two high tailed it out of the room, moving as subtly as possible in wheel chairs to avoid drawing the attention of the nurses as Yusuke broke one of the first rules the doctor had set out.

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“Yusuke! They’ve finally unchained you from your hospital bed!”

Kuronue and Youko intercepted Yusuke and Hiei as they made their way down from the hospital’s roof. It had been a bit of a challenge avoiding doctors long enough to actually make their way there, and Yusuke had definitely been on the receiving end of a few glares as he wondered back through the hospital smelling like smoke. Yusuke grinned, stopping his chair enough to raise a fist.

“Hell yes! I’m pretty much a robot right now, but I’m out of the fucking bed!”

Youko chuckled, ruffling Yusuke’s hair as he stepped around him to take control of his chair. Kuronue steered Hiei’s down the hall after them. “You know, Yusuke, mom warned me that you aren’t supposed to be smoking. She’d kick your ass if she found you smelling like a bar.”

“Shori isn’t going to put up with your self-destructive habits while you’re here. Especially since we just managed to get Youko back on the straight and narrow,” Kuronue grinned in response to Youko’s glare, leaning over Hiei’s shoulder. “I’m waiting for Shori to get ahold of the two of them. Youko’s still blaming himself.”

Hiei frowned a bit, his gaze drifting over Yusuke and Youko as the pair made it down the hall. “Yusuke is too, even if he won’t admit it.”

Purple eyes were considerate, before Kuronue sighed, shaking his head. “Well, a word or two from Shori will have Youko escorting Yusuke back to his room and they can have a heart to heart.

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“Tell me again why Hiei and Kuronue got to stay with Kurama, and we got kicked out of the room?”

Yusuke Urameshi was actively pouting. As much as a teenage punk would allow himself to pout, which was surprisingly well with the added help of two casts and a wheelchair. He’d permitted himself to be lifted and settled back into the hospital bed with Youko’s help, and with his leg elevated, he was bordering on feeling helpless.

From a chair beside the bed, Youko allowed Yusuke his sulking. The blonde ran a hand through his hair, pulling it from its ponytail. “Because, Yusuke, even you have to admit you’re exhausted. And, they’re entirely convinced I spend too much time in that room.”

Brown eyes met gold for a moment before Yusuke broke the contact, crossing his good arm across his chest. “I’m worried about him, Youko. When I got hit by that car and Kurama was here, it wasn’t like this. I knew he would be okay,” Yusuke said finally, his eyes downcast and dark.

Kuronue leaned on the bed, gripping Yusuke’s arm across his chest. “And, he’ll be okay again.”

Yusuke let out an explosive breath. “And, how can you know that, Youko? He’s off life support and still breathing, but that just means he’s alive, and what if…” He paused, shaking his head. “What if there’s nothing left? I can’t stomach the thought that it’s not Kurama in there. You didn’t see what that fuck did to him,” He shook his head, his hand shaking under Youko’s, and his voice was thick. “If there’s anyone who could come through that, it’ll be Kurama, but I’m can’t help seeing the scared kid on the roof who was about to lose his mom and he was terrified that his only family hate him. He’s still a kid. It’s not fair and I couldn’t do a damn thing to help him.”

“Yusuke,” Youko moved, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over the dark haired teen. Blonde hair fell over his shoulder like a curtain. Yusuke stared up at him silently, silent, with one eyebrow raised. Youko sighed, dropping his gaze for a moment. “I don’t know that Kurama is going to be alright, is that what you want to hear? Kuro keeps telling me that he will, and he’s so damn sure, but I. Don’t. Know. I just,” He paused, gold searching brown for a hope for acceptance. “I have to have faith, Yusuke. He’s my little brother. He has to be okay. Do you understand?”

The fingers of Yusuke’s good hand curled in Youko’s hair, gripping tight and shaking him a little. Youko sighed, dropping his forehead against Yusuke’s lightly. Yusuke closed his eyes with a deep breath. “I understand, Youko, I really do. Believe Kuronue. Believe in Kurama. If nothing else, believe in the fact that we’ve done so many stupid things in our lives and still come out of it on the other side, if not well, but alive.”

Youko nodded slowly, his eyes closed. “I guess I have to.”

“Good,” Yusuke murmured, running his hand through Youko’s hair again. “Now, c’mere. I haven’t seen you properly in weeks. And, if I’m well enough to be off bed rest, I’m well enough for some damn good sexual fucking healing.”

Youko leaned back a little to shaking his head at Yusuke. “Sexual healing? Really, Yusuke?”

“Uh huh,” Yuskue grinned, using his grip on Youko’s hair to drag him close enough to kiss him. “You look like you could use it,” He smirked. “I know I could.”

A deep sigh ballooned Youko’s chest, and he allowed Yusuke to drag him up on the bed, settling between the brunette’s legs, careful of the cast in the sling. He slid his fingers into Yusuke’s hair, brushing his lips against Yusuke’s cheek. “You’re like a brother to me, too, Yusuke. I know I haven’t exactly been there for you since they found you, but it would have killed me if any of you hadn’t made it back.”

“As incestuous and wrong as that statement should be, I feel better for it. And we’re fine, Youko. We can’t,” He shook his head, just resting his check against Youko’s for a moment. “We can’t focus on what happened or what might happen or what could have happened,” He let out a slow breath, breathing against Youko’s skin. “I’m here now. Focus on the now.”

Youko nodded a little, dipping his head to kiss Yusuke again. An encouraging groan echoed from Yusuke’s chest, his arm looping around Youko’s neck. Youko’s weight on his hips and the sling his leg was in kept him from trusting up against the taller blonde, and he panted a somewhat weak ‘please’ as the kiss broke. Youko hushed him, glancing at the door, but Yusuke wasn’t scheduled for physical therapy, medication, or any sort of check-up for a decent amount of time.

The flimsy hospital shorts that went under the gown to keep him modest as Yusuke was ever willing to be as he wandered the hospital came down easily as Youko slid down his body easily. He settled on shoulder under Yusuke’s injured leg, the other pinning Yusuke’s hips down.

“Quiet, Yusuke,” He murmured, his teeth sliding over the skin on Yusuke’s hip. “We really need to get you out into the sun when you get out of here. You’re getting a little pale.”

Yusuke’s breath hitched, his hand tangling in Youko’s hair. “S-sure. I’ll get right the fuck on that. You gonna fucking blow me while you’re down there or perform a prostate exam? Or both?”

Youko gave a long lick up the juncture where Yusuke’s thigh met his hip. “We’re going to have to let mom feed you too. I could put an eye out on one of your hip bones,” Yusuke snarled something unpleasant, and Youko did concede as Yusuke attempted to thrust his hips up again, wrapping a hand around the base of Yusuke’s hard cock, giving a long lick up the underside with the broad of his tongue. Any smart remark that Yusuke may have made as lost on a sharp breath, his hand tightening in Youko’s hair. “Fastest way to shut you up has always been to play with your cock,” He laughed a little, his teeth grazing the head of Yusuke’s cock, making Yusuke gasp and shudder. “Kuro and I figured that out the first time we got you into bed. You’re so easy.”

“Fuck… Fuck you,” Yusuke managed as Youko stroked up his dick with a firm hand, twisting over the head and collecting pre-come.

Youko grazed his teeth lightly over the head of Yusuke’s cock, watching as Yusuke writhed. “Maybe later. I think you might need to be out of the casts before we move on to actual fucking. We’ll throw you, Hiei, and Kurama a big coming home party and we’ll invite Jin and Touya over and have a huge orgy,” Youko stroke Yusuke’s cock again, breathing against the sensitive skin. “Anything you want. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Orgy? Really?”

Youko hummed an affirmative, grinning up at Yusuke in challenge.

If Yusuke had an answer to that, it wasn’t voiced. He was biting his lip as Youko finally took him in his mouth, sucking hard. A groan escaped his lips without his consent, and his hand tightened in Youko’s hair.

“Ah… Ah… Youko, you fuck,” Yusuke squeezed his eyes shut. “I swear to god, you blow me… Blow me like you god damn mean it, or I’m going to kick your fucking ass.”

If someone could smirk with a cock in his mouth, Youko did, and he swallowed around Yusuke, making the brunette trash as violently as he was able under. Youko leaned more heavily on Yusuke’s uninjured hip to keep him in place and not allow him to hurt himself, while still increasing his suction. This was sexual healing, and the entire purpose would be defeated if he allowed Yusuke to injure himself in the process. Yusuke was panting by now, nearly ripping Youko’s hair from his scalp as he tried to stay as silent as possible.

Faster than Yusuke would have preferred, he was coming down Youko’s throat. It had been too long, and the blonde knew the younger teen’s body well enough to play him like an instrument easily.

The two lay in silence for a moment, Yusuke running his fingers through Youko’s hair as the blonde pet his skin mildly as his head rested on his hip.

“Bastard. Come here,” Yusuke managed as he finally caught his breath, pulling on Youko’s hair. Youko went easily, allowing Yusuke to pull him into a kiss. He thrust against Yusuke’s hip slowly, sighing low against Yusuke’s lips. The brunette grinned, releasing his grip on Youko’s hair to slide down his body. “Wanna come, Youko? Are you gonna come for me now?”

Youko squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip as he buried his hands in Yusuke’s hair. “Y-y-yes, Yusuke!”

His voice rose on a whine, coming in his pants as he thrust against Yusuke’s hand.

The two were silent again as Youko relaxed over Yusuke’s body, Yusuke’s arm coming to wrap lightly around his waist. Youko stretched slowly, wincing at the mess in his pants. “My mom would kill me for letting you talk me into this, but she should be glad that it’ll at least get me to change.”

Yusuke wrinkled his nose. “What, you’re screwing around with me and you haven’t changed your clothes in days? Come on, man!” He exclaimed teasingly, shoving at Youko’s shoulder. Youko rolled his eyes, and Yusuke ran his fingers through Youko’s slightly tangled hair, looking at him seriously, brown eyes meeting gold and not allowing him to look away. “Are you feeling better now?”

Youko sniffed a little, shrugging. “Yeah. I’m not entirely sure why Kuro, and now you seem to think that sex is the only answer to get me to feel better.”

“You lose some of your inhibitions, Youko. It’s like you can step back and breathe, and it lets you get past whatever’s bothering you and actually think,” Yuskue took a deep breath. “Plus, the connection is nice, and who really says no to a good dose of endorphins from an orgasm?”

Youko shook his head, sitting up slowly. “I’d call you a hedonist if I didn’t very much value that trait in myself,” He helped Yusuke redress himself as properly as possible, before frowning down at the brunette. “I’m going to go change and head back to check in on Kurama. You look like you could use a nap.”

“Mmm. I guess. Sex takes a lot out of a guy, apparently. Good sex,” Yusuke said with a wink and stretched languidly. “Come visit me again soon, yeah?” Youko nodded slowly, smiling before turning to leaving the room. “Hey, remember, Kurama’s going to wake up soon. Remember that.”

Youko stopped in the doorway, turning to nod at him. “Sleep, Yusuke. Heal. I’ll make sure I come back.”

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Kuronue smirked down at Hiei as he wheeled the shorter boy’s wheelchair down the hall quickly, away from Yusuke’s hospital room. He as silent long enough that Yusuke leaned back in the chair and glared up at him.

Finally, Kuronue laughed. “You know I hate saying I told you so. I was just waiting for you to acknowledge it,” Hiei continued to glare, and Kuronue laughed again. “Alright, I love it. Tell me I didn’t tell you it would happen if we left them alone together long enough.”

Hiei continued to glare as Kuronue looked away, maneuvering Hiei carefully into his hospital room.

The nurse who came in to give Hiei his medication kept shooting suspicious and mildly disapproving looks at Kuronue as she checked Hiei’s vitals and lectured him about how much time he was spending out of bed and that without rest his body would take longer to heal. And, that he would probably be feeling the effects of withdraw more severely as they started to really wean him off morphine, and attempting to put him on weaker pain killers only because he was still healing, but they didn’t want him dependent on anything.

As she left the room, informing him that the doctor would be in very soon to talk about further treatment, Kuronue made a blatant show of checking out her ass as she walked out making another nurse in the hall giggle.

Hiei snorted. “That’s not going to help with the lectures about ‘tiring myself out’.”

The older boy shrugged, settling gracefully in the chair next to Hiei’s bed, and grinning at him. “Until she walks in on me doing something inappropriate to you in your room she has no grounds to kick me out, so I think we’re okay,” Kuronue grinned widely, purple eyes bright. “We’ll just have to save that blow job you owe me for when you’re back home. I know Shori offed that you could stay her and Inari and even though Kurama will stay with them for a bit as he’s getting back on his feet, we talked about it and unless you say otherwise, you can stay at the house with Youko and myself. We figured you’d be more comfortable.”

It took a minute, and Hiei stared at Youko. He blinked before nodding slowly. “I am, nice as Kurama’s mom seems,” Kuronue smirked and Hiei processed for another moment. “Why the fuck do I owe you a blowjob?”

If possible, Kuronue’s grin widened. “Well, by challenging me to whether or not Yusuke and Youko would get up to inappropriate activities while they were alone, you accepted a bet from me,” Kuronue paused and Hiei glared, one eyebrow raised slightly. “I am perfectly aware that you don’t actually have any money, and therefore you shall be paying off your debt in a sexual favour. I have chosen a blow job. Not that I think I have to win a bet with you to get a blow job, but I do like winning.”

Hiei rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah,” Kuronue agreed easily, folding his arms on the side of Hiei’s bed, resting his cheek on them and staring at Hiei with a grin. “But, you like me that way, so what do that make you.”

“That was barely one step up from ‘I know you are but what am I’, Kuro,” But Hiei couldn’t help but smirk a little. Kuronue snorted, shaking his head, allowing Hiei to pet his hair silently for a while before the doctor came in to kick him out.

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There was supposed to be a chapter in this story somewhere that didn't have sex in it... That doesn't looks like it's going to happen.

Anyways, here's the chapter! I hope y'all enjoy it. There's super foreshadowing somewhere in there *wink wink*! Anyways, that's for Chapter 10 and I still have to write Chapter 9. So. Until then.
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