CHAPTER 1

"What is wrong with me?" Hiei asked himself as he stared into Kurama's room through a small gap left by the agar door. Kurama was inside, preparing for his shower. The water was already on, and Hiei was hopeful it would cover up any noise he may make outside the door. Hiei was fighting within himself – half longing to watch his friend, half longing to walk away and scrub himself. "Damn it! Shit! …I used to think I had things straight …" Hiei thought "… I used to think I was straight …. But now – I – can't stop thinking about Kurama! So, does that make me bi? … or – or GAY?" Hiei was now unknowingly almost screaming at himself. Accusing the right hand of what the left was afraid to admit. "No it can't be!" He had begun to sweat a little. He put his hand to his forehead and turned away. "DAMN IT! It's the Dark Tournament and I can't concentrate on the fights …" Hiei turned back to look into the room.

"Only on …"

His eyes searched the room

"…only on …"

Hiei's eyes opened and he drew in a breath as Kurama entered the room. Kurama began to pull his shirt over his head. He revealed his gorgeous chest, unaware of his Peeping Tom. Hiei's eyes were wide as he traced every curve of Kurama's perfect stomach, watching his muscles move as he removed his shirt and gently tossed it on the bed. Kurama soon began to reach down and Hiei watched as though in slow motion as Kurama slowly undid the button on his pants. Hiei's eyes took in the whole scene with intense curiosity and desire. His tongue subconsciously trailed itself along his lips. He emitted a low, almost silent moan that seemed to snap him out of his trance. He whirled around, his back slightly leaning on the door. He jammed his eyes shut and wiped away the sweat and drool with his sleeve. His fists were clenched so tight they had begun to shake.

"Damn it! What the fuck! Am I really gay! Do I really want to watch this? I -"

Suddenly the door he was using to support himself gave way "– oh crap -" and Hiei found himself on his back with Kurama looming over him. Hiei gazed up at his love interest who stood above him in an almost dangerously low bath towel and a sly accusing look on his face. His hand was on the door. Kurama bent over so that he and Hiei could stare directly into each others eyes. Kurama narrowed his eyes and said in a cool, suggestive voice,

"If you wanted to see, Hiei," he raised his eyebrows and opened one eye "…you should have just asked …" Kurama gave Hiei a wink.

Hiei shot up like a bullet.

"You're a sick bastard!"

Kurama's mind began to trail off as he thought that Hiei's big mouth would be useful later. A small smile sprouted on Kurama's face as Hiei went on.

"Listen fag, we might need you for the dark tournament but if you come on to me again, I'll kick you ass!"

Kurama's mind was still far from clean: "Kick my ass? I don't know about 'kick' but you'll be doing something else to my a-"

Hiei emitted a high squeal of disgust and Kurama's eyes widened in shock.

"SHIT! I didn't mean to say that out loud … !"

"- Crap I did" Kurama though to himself.

"FUCK YOU SHUICHI!" Hiei screamed as he gave Kurama the middle finger.

Hiei stormed out, still sweating a little. As he walked away, Kurama shouted after him "Actually Hiei, I'd rather fuck you!" Hiei froze and gasped. His voice went up an octave but that wasn't the only thing that went up. After a moment he took to collect himself, Hiei continued down the hall to his room. Kurama shut his door and laughed a little to himself.

"He'll come around." Kurama thought. He chuckled to himself again. He began to resume his little string of dirty jokes he liked to make in his mind.

"… actually I think he already came around! I saw how Hiei got a rise out of his little peep-show! He's right were I want him … well almost … I want him between my legs … ooh …" He bit his bottom lip.

Kurama was standing in his room, examining his thoughts and contemplating past events - and his next move.

"We have all spent a lot of time together, here at the Dark Tournament, all in this hotel. We trust each other, we have placed our lives in each others' hands, we have learned to love each other. We have become deep, intimate friends – sharing our lives and secrets with one another and now I know we wish to share more … we wish to be lovers …"

Kurama made his way into the bathroom and drew the curtain back on the shower, still reminiscing about his 'encounters' with his teammates.

" …I know this to be fact not just because of the this incident with Hiei today, not like today was the first time, but because of such encounters …" Kurama stepped into the shower. "… with Yusuke."

Kurama's mind drifted into a flash-back of a day when he noticed Yusuke out on the balcony of their hotel room. Kurama had drawn back a small part of the window curtain to catch a glimpse of the beautiful day when he caught sight of something more stunning then the day – Yusuke stood leaning on the rail of the balcony with his elbows on the top. He wasn't wearing a shirt; his bare chest glistened in the glowing light of the day as the wind played with his hair. His hands rested gently beside his hips, with the thumb of his left hand delicately pushing his pants lower. Kurama could not help but stare. Yusuke's eyes were closed, enjoying the breeze.

"Yusuke" Kurama muttered softly to himself. Suddenly, one of Yusuke's eyes flashed open – he had heard Kurama.

"He sees me …" Kurama began to worry.

"Kurama -" Yusuke said playfully closing his eyes "You don't seem like the type, that can look …" he opened an eye and put his hands behind his head "and not touch." Yusuke had a cool smile on his face and Kurama returned his playful gaze and drew back from the window.

Kurama was now back to reality, scrubbing up in the shower and laughing softly to himself. Suddenly a voice came out of nowhere. It was a smooth whisper.

"Shuichi" Kurama's eyes flew open in shock. Now Kurama felt a hand on each of his shoulders as the voice came again

"Shuichi…" The owner of the voice was directly behind him pressing hard against him and the foreigner began to kiss Kurama's neck. Kurama found himself unable to move – petrified with fear, shock and confusion. "Shuichi …" the same alien tongue that spoke his name now began to lick him. The stranger's hands were at Kurama's elbows.

"H-h-his hands are moving lower …!" Kurama thought hurriedly. They were at his waist, having traced the curves of his muscular stomach. The fear of being assaulted galvanized Kurama to protect himself. Kurama covered his dick with his hands and the intruder reached lower.

"…don't …!"

Kurama had to hold himself back, trying hard not to moan. He bit his lip almost to the point were it began to bleed when the stranger's hands clasped tightly around his own. Kurama grit his teeth and shook off the strange curse this intruder had over him. Kurama whipped his head around and shouted "WHO - !"

Kurama had turned to see there was no one there.

"WHAT! He's … gone …" Kurama was left too dirty for the shower water to truly cleanse him. He removed his own hands from the area he tired to protect and finally released the moan that he forced down inside while his uninvited guest was there with him. No telling what the foreigner would have done if he found that he was pleasuring Kurama. Kurama stared down disgustedly at his hands. He had cum. Only a little, but it was enough to make him ashamed and longing for revenge. He scrubbed himself again, disappointed that he found such dirty tricks arousing. Kurama turned off the water and grabbed his towel.

"It had to be Hiei!" Kurama said defiantly.

"I think I'll go pay him a visit." Kurama began to smirk.