Yusuke's Revenge | By : sefiru Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 14576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Yusuke’s Revenge
By Sefiru
Pairings: Y/H/K, Mukuro/Yukina
Warnings: NC-17, Yaoi, Yuri, oral,
anal, D/s, bondage, violence, language
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuyu Hakusho,
otherwise there would be way more clothing damage.
Summary: The sequel to Hot Mazoku Action.
There’s a plot … but I won’t spoil the surprise.
Hello, Fangirls! Here is the
long-awaited sequel to Hot Mazoku Action, now with
more lemon and demon-fighting mayhem! But first, some ground rules *cracks authorwhip*.
Updates will be every second Friday, no exceptions. No
amount of begging or pleading will get me to update sooner. I am working from
an outline, so the plot is already fixed. You’ll get lemons when I give them to
you. There will be cliffhangers.
Mwahahahahaha. *ahem*. On with
the story.
***
Chapter 1: The Awakening
***
The ruddy Makai sun peeked slowly over the horizon, as if wary of
demons lying in wait to attack it. Such a thing was generally considered
impossible, but in recent times the impossible had acquired the distressing
habit of actually happening. For one example, a Reikai
spirit detective had turned into a Demon Lord who ruled a third of the Makai; to hear the lesser demons tell it,
he did six impossible things before breakfast every day.
Fortunately for
the stability of the universe, Yusuke Urameshi was
not a morning person. As the sun slunk higher and lit his bedroom, he grumbled
in his sleep and nestled closer to his bedmates. The movement caused Hiei to
blink his eyes open; as usual, he was the first of the three to wake. For most
of his life, his survival had depended on being up and alert before creatures
like Yusuke roused from their slumber. He was still a light sleeper, though now
he could afford the luxury of idleness; he lay back down against Yusuke’s side
and enjoyed the heat radiating from his body. On Yusuke’s other side, Kurama
was still fast asleep, one silver ear twitching as he dreamed. He was probably
exhausted, since he’d been in the middle last night.
Hiei still
couldn’t believe his luck in ending up in this place. He’d been alone for so
long before he’d met Yusuke that he’d forgotten that feelings like friendship
even existed. The Reikai treasure heist had been a
total fiasco, but he’d come out better for it – at Maze Castle Yusuke had taught
him what it was to be trusted. Kurama had his own story, with the Forlorn Hope.
As a human Yusuke won their friendship; when he became a Demon Lord, he had
their loyalty … and lust. They were Hannin, their
Lord’s faithful servants in business and in bed.
Yusuke woke a
bit more and announced it with a long lick to Hiei’s
neck. The rise in Youki brought Kurama awake as well,
and he nuzzled into the Toushin’s side. Yusuke looked
more like a mature Mazoku with every day that passed;
his shoulders were already as broad as his father’s and his hair fell halfway
down his back. His Mazoku markings swirled along his
sides from cheek to thigh like demented tiger stripes. He also had morning
wood.
Hiei caught Kurama’s eye and in a bare instant of mental contact their
plan was formed. They rolled Yusuke onto his back and leaned inward to press
his cock between their lips. That was quite enough to wake the Toushin fully; he opened his eyes on the view of his two
lovers French-kissing around his shaft.
“You guys are really something else, you
know that?” He laid his head back on his pillow with a satisfied sigh and
allowed them to go on pleasuring him. One hand nestled in Kurama’s
hair, the thumb stroking his ear; the other hand settled on Hiei’s
neck. The fire demon writhed with the heat of Yusuke’s touch. He opened the Jagan to link the three of them together, so he could feel Yusuke’s pleasure could feel his pleasure
could feel the fox’s pleasure … they all went over the edge together, with
Yusuke’s seed splattering the two demon’s faces.
That was a
turn-on in itself. Both Hiei and Kurama would have been perfectly willing for
another round, but Yusuke put his foot down on that. Strange, that the boy who
had once been the terror of Sarayashiki Junior High
was the responsible one among them … but then Yusuke wasn’t a boy anymore
either. He was the Demon Lord of Tourin, and his word was law.
For breakfast
they met Yukina in the dining room; now that she had
found her brother, she wouldn’t be pried away from him. Nor
he from her, so she was living in the fortress with them. “You look
rested this morning,” she greeted them. Hiei blushed slightly, and she tittered
into her hand. Of course, anyone nearby with the slightest bit of spirit awareness
knew exactly what they were up to. But his sister?
That was just weird. Yusuke and Kurama thought his reaction was hilarious.
“Today is patrol
day,” Yusuke announced. “Will you be okay while we’re out, Yukina?”
“Sure! I’m going
to visit Audrey in the garden.” The ice maiden and vine demon had become fast
friends, and in the middle of Kurama’s garden no harm
could come to her. Hiei said, “Good. I’ll take the north patrol.”
“Okay, I’ll go
southeast,” said Yusuke.
“Then I shall take
the southwest,” Kurama finished. All of them liked the weekly patrols; there
was always trouble that needed cleaning up. The sun shone boldly over Tourin, for it was a well-kept land.
***
The light in
Alaric was usually dim and cool; the fumes of volcanic vents and springs
clouded the sun. Aeons ago the stupendous Hotaru-no-Ou emerged from the earth here and broken out of
its juvenile form, leaving behind its cast-off shell and a shattered landscape.
Later, lesser demons had built a fortress in the abandoned carapace, and made it a
center of power.
The Lord of
Alaric was in better form than she had been in over a year. Something had
drained out of her after the Makai Tournament, and
taken much of her fire with it, though she kept control of her army well
enough. With Hiei’s departure her mood had taken a
turn for the worse, and for a few months her minions stepped lightly around
her. Then, one short visit to Tourin and she held
herself straighter, spoke her orders sharper, and her youki
glowed as brightly as it had in the past. The whisper sped through the ranks as
juicy rumors tend to do: Mukuro was courting.
If asked, she
would firmly deny it. But then, Mukuro’s knowledge of
social relationships was notably lacking. She ordered the fort scrubbed from
head to tail. She personally drilled her soldiers until they didn’t set a toe
wrong – once they stopped shivering in fear, that is.
She commissioned a whole new wardrobe from Alaric’s tailors and polished her
mechanical limbs until they shone. She was courting. Unusual for a Demon Lord,
who could take whatever she wanted; her intended must be powerful indeed. Most
of the rumormongers didn’t know that Mukuro had
stood on both sides of that fence, and she would rather be chosen than use force.
Not this time. Not for this chance to break out of her old ways.
One task that Mukuro attended to personally was arranging a suite of
rooms for her guest. Hotaru-no-Ou’s shell was still
alive, after a fashion; that was why it grew random body parts on its walls.
With her mental powers Mukuro could control the
process to some degree, usually just seeing through the castle’s eyes. This
time she induced the shell to grow a specific appendage: a nose, a soft, fuzzy,
freckled nose. It was the cutest disembodied facial feature that Alaric had
ever seen. She walked over to it and patted the velvety skin. “I think she’ll
like it.”
That left only
the most nerve-wracking part of the endeavor. She returned to her command post,
cleared off part of the map table, and took a new, clean sheet of parchment. A
freshly plucked quill and a bottle of shimmering black ink. She bit on the pen.
She hemmed and hawed. And wrote: To the
Lady Yukina …
***
The sun only rises on the Makai
because it’s scared of what they’ll do if it doesn’t.
Alaric just cries out for an explanation. It’s weird even
for Demons.
Mukuro’s got it bad …
Next chapter: Just a regular day on patrol … and we find out
what the revenge is about.
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