Disclaimer: I do not own YuYu Hakusho or any of the characters. Dr Evelyn Sairi, however, is my own original character, and has been for a long count of years.

Hello 'ello everyone! Introducing my first fan fiction (that I have written for myself) in over a decade! Really hoping to make this as awesome as I possibly can, and I sincerely hope my portrayal of these characters fits well. We all have our own interpretations as creators, but I want to get as close to the original cast as I can.

This story is dedicated to my beloved partner who got me hooked on this show only recently, and ever since has had to put up with his romance-obsessed woman losing her mind over the delightful cast of characters. Thank you, as always, husband mine, for being awesome, patient, and practical.

Please feel free to read and review. Any and all feedback helps. We do not fail; we only discover ways to do things differently so long as we strive to do better.

Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

4/4/17 A/N: I felt like I should have a notice here as a heads-up. Though you should have an idea of this by now, this is a yaoi story. Yes, there will be a lovely lady involved, and yes, she will be prevalent in this tale. But at its core, this is a story about two men coming together and finding connection through one of many forms of love. Also, there will be sex and mild (well, guess that depends on your definition) kinky stuff. We have to set a nice pace before hand, but it will be coming. If this is not something you jive with, this is alright. You don't have. Live and let live, as they say. And that's all I wanted to say :) Hope you all enjoy~!

Chubby raindrops clapped against the pavement. Since dawn the atmosphere had teased of the coming storm. Moisture made the air sweet and thick, and the dark grey slate of a storm front had swept in like a dismal apparition, swallowing the once blue sky. Rivers of flooded gutters flowed, bubbling and tumbling over debris and stone as they raced towards the nearest storm drain. Cars on the road sent up tidal waves as they passed. Thunder rumbled the earth. It was torrent befitting the first spring rain, but even it paled in comparison to what was brewing behind a pair of blood red eyes.

Hiei had been taciturn as he and Kurama walked shoulder to shoulder beneath the latter's umbrella. Of course, brooding silence was nothing new when it came to the three-eyed felon. As far as most who knew him were concerned it was his perpetual state of being, and Hiei was content to keep it that way. Better that all they saw of him outside of a fight was bitter, cold, and distant. It kept prying noses at bay. There were, however, always exceptions to every absolute, and his was standing beside him.

"Something's on your mind." It wasn't a question. Hiei grunted. Damn that fox's eyes.

"Tonight was a waste of my time." He said. "I still can't understand what about that was supposed to be entertaining."

"Well, it was a movie night, and movies are a staple of human entertainment." Hiei had difficulty seeing that tone as anything other than patronizing.

"I know that." He spat back, trying to ignore the fluttering that was creeping back into his gut. "But I can't begin to understand what was so great about that movie." Even as the rain soaked through his shoes and the cold bit through his overcoat Hiei felt himself go hot.
* * *

Yusuke had reached out to them earlier in the week. He had gotten his hands on a risqué film, and, for reasons Hiei couldn't begin to fathom, he had been eager to share his findings. What had possessed him to think either of the youkai would be interested in such a thing? Hiei could only scowl as the spirit detective went on and on, his enthusiasm filling the air like a toxic cloud.

"Kuwabara has already said it's ok for us to use the TV in his room." He grinned ear to ear like a little boy with a secret to share. "And no one will be home. We get the whole place to ourselves. It'll be just us guys and a nice titty movie. Come on. Whaddya say?" Despite his proficiency in battle, Yusuke was painfully oblivious to the aura of irritation coming off Hiei.

What a fool! He thought. Yusuke's depravity knew no bounds. There was no way either he or Kurama would be interested in partaking in such a thing. Hiei's lips parted, the floodgates opening to unleash a well-deserved tirade, but before he could make a sound his comrade answered for them both.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. This weekend, you say? We would love to join you." Kurama's smile was honey sweet as ever, even as he turned to face the daggers the shorter demon was hurling at him.

"Wouldn't we, Hiei?"

Hiei's blood went icy. It was like being stabbed in the back by the most amiable traitor ever. This wasn't a request; it was an order, given in the subtle way only the kitsune could manage. Had it been anyone else he would have struck down the offer without tact or remorse. Had it been anyone else, Hiei would have cut them off with a tongue as sharp as his blade. Not Kurama. All he could do was grunt in the barest discernible communication of agreement and turn his face away as it went hot under Kurama's approving smile.

So there he was on a Friday night, sitting in the darkest corner of Kuwabara's bedroom while the others watched the video recording of human actors engaging in copulation. Yusuke and Kuwabara sat at the edge of the bed with pillows over their laps to hide their arousals. Behind them Kurama had made himself a throne with the remaining pillows and was lounging quite comfortably. All three kept their eyes fixed on the screen enjoying the display. Meanwhile, Hiei sat quietly, his expression stubbornly stoic as he tried to pretend that his attention was also with movie.

When he saw hands glide their way over barest skin his eyes drifted over to the bed beside him.

Why did he imagine those adventurous hands delivering pleasures to the godly form reclined there?

Every time the sound of theatrical moaning wasn't drowned out by thunder, why did Hiei imagine such sounds flowing like music from a certain pair of rosy lips?

With every new scene the pretty face of the leading lady shifted in his mind to that of a clever and charming redhead, body writhing, and pleasure written into every line of his face. How could he entertain such thoughts, and why did they fill him with a foreign tingling like electricity in the bottom of his stomach?

The longer he sat with these thoughts, the more aware he became of a heat bloom in his pelvis. When he noticed the tenting in his trousers, Hiei pulled a knee to his chest and shook out his head to clear it. But try as he might, the images just kept on playing through his mind like a horrifically beautiful photo reel on loop. His mind was a haze of confusion, and when Hiei felt confused, he felt irritated. That feeling continued building and building, just as the storm continued raging even as the pair were making their way back to the kitsune's home.
* * *

"As I'm sure you're aware," said Kurama over the drumming of the rain, "mating rituals are an important part of human relations. It's about connection, exploration, and fun."

"Fun." Hiei echoed bitterly and scoffed. "You know me better than anyone in this sad little realm. How could I possibly see anything about that as being fun?" Kurama came to a stop and automatically Hiei followed suit, only just now realizing that they had made their way back to the red head's apartment.

"You're right." said Kurama gently. "I do know you better than most, which is why I know that such things may seem a little strange, but try to keep an open mind." Long beautiful fingers rested on Hiei's shoulder. "You're new to this, to being around humans. There is plenty you don't yet understand, but I have confidence in you. You will learn." With a parting grin Kurama went inside, leaving Hiei alone with the fury of the storm.

"I will learn…" he muttered as he turned and made his way through the city.

Those parting words stuck in his mind with the irritating persistence of an earworm. Kurama was a brilliant fighter, and cunning strategist. His skill in battle made him invaluable to their haphazard little team, and Hiei held no one in higher regard. But the kitsune was egregiously naïve. Even if he wanted to, how would Hiei ever learn to navigate such a thing as human sexuality? It wasn't as if he could ask Yusuke or Kuwabara about it. Just thinking about the look on that ginger oaf's face or that haughty detective if he asked about such things made the demon feel queasy.

Tsk, I'd rather die. Hiei snorted in defiant resolve. It would never happen. Not in a thousand lifetimes. Sure, they could teach him about love. Despite his persistent nay-saying, they had proved how powerful feeling and caring for someone could be. But this was something different. What they saw tonight was part of a whole other realm. It was a part of the map Hiei had yet to fill in, and he was alone within it, drifting through it like a ship caught in a choppy sea unable to find the shore.

The images from earlier kept repeating themselves, the kaleidoscope of imagination and sensation still churning. What if…? No. He couldn't ask Kurama. Where would he begin? What would he even say? Hell, chances were he would be so clumsy and awkward that if Kurama didn't laugh him into obscurity his own humiliation would do him in, quick as a blade to the heart.

"It was a nice wish, Kurama, you sentimental fool," said Hiei, "but it's impossible. How am I ever going to learn?"

Ping!

Hiei froze in the middle of the empty sidewalk as a bolt of energy struck him square in his third eye. Spirit energy, and a substantial amount. It wasn't that far away. How could he not have sensed it before? The energy lingered, prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. Briefly the demon considered going to Kurama's and making him tag along. But the thought passed as quickly as it had come. Whatever it was, Hiei was positive he could handle it on his own.

Frigid droplets pelted his face as he raced through the city at a speed human eyes would struggle to perceive. The trail was hot and it got stronger and more electrifying the further he chased the signal into the city. Within minutes the storm had soaked him through, and Hiei could not tell if the spirit energy or the cold was to blame as he shivered beneath his drenched overcoat. There was no need to pay heed to that now. He was almost there. The trail was coming to an end. Just around this corner…

"Wait a minute-"

Hiei had come to a stop on a quiet residential street in front of… a house? Looking around Hiei scoured the darkness for a demon, a monster, something gargantuan that would explain the aura of spirit energy that had led him here, but there was nothing of the sort to be found. There was only what appeared to be an ordinary house on an ordinary street. It looked no different than the other houses standing alongside it, though Hiei could see the faintest shimmer of energy surrounding this particular house like a bubble.

Probably a barrier, thought the demon, yet when he stepped forward he felt no shock of wards or protections that usually would have kept his kind at bay. What had led him here? What could have drawn him to this place? A single light on the front porch shone into the stormy black like a lighthouse beacon calling those who are lost safely to harbor. One, two, three steps up, and Hiei stood dripping on the welcome mat. A plaque beside the door read in flowing font:

"Dr. Evelyn Sairi

Walk-ins Encouraged. Please Come Inside."

"A doctor's office?" Hiei was skeptical, and reasonably so. Surely this must have been some sort of ruse. There was no way a mere healer's dwelling could have produced an energy signal that massive without something sinister at the strings. Yet there was no chaos, no terror or malice to alert of an evil presence. When he reached out with his senses all Hiei could feel was the protective aura around the house, humming softly like a lullaby.

Well, go on. said a warm, velvety voice at the back of his head. Go inside. At least get out of the rain. Hiei teetered on indecision. Instinct told him to keep on his guard even as the humming barrier and glow of the porch light bade him to be at ease.

It isn't as if you can't handle whatever waits inside. The voice said encouragingly.

Good point. He relinquished. What have I got to lose? With a deep breath, Hiei steeled his nerves, pushed open the door, and entered the warmly lit foyer.