Hiei's past makes it hard for him to understand correct behavior for a 'sleep over' with his friend Yusuke. Which leads to a torrid romance and questions Hiei would rather not answer.
DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine. Yu Yu Hakusho belongs to Yoshiro Togashi (aka: GOD) Studio Perriot, and Funimation. The song bits belong to Tori Amos (aka: Queen of Music)
Goldust
Chapter One: One night Stand?
Into every young man's bedroom -you gave it up
On DVD and magazine -you gave it up
A private right of passage -you gave it up
Into every boy's sweet dream and their paper cuts
Anyone would do. Anyone at all. That's the way it was with me. As long as the customer had money, I'd do it. Male, female, anyone. Plant demons, element demons, animal demons... Anything for a bit of gold or a jewel. Precious stones were my favorite. Anything and anyone. I wasn't picky.
But I despised myself for it.
I hated every minute, every second. Every breath, every thrust, every ounce of fluid leaving my body. Every ounce of fluid entering my body. Sometimes I would scrub myself so hard I would bleed and be out of commission for days at a time. I didn't care as long as I had my treasure.
I was the worst kind of whore.
Thinking back, I realized that I did it partially to fill the void that was in me from the beginning of my life. I didn't know what to do.
"Slut!" I felt the word as though it were directed at me. Although I knew it wasn't. It was some girl yelling at another girl. I'm not like that anymore. I told myself and kept walking. I tuned out all the voices around me and focused only on the task at hand.
Why in the abyss did I want to come back here anyway? I wondered.
Then I saw a familiar face.
"Hey, Hiei," the former Spirit Detective said. He was trying to be calm but I knew he was excited to see me. I could feel it. "What are you doing back here? Slumming it with the humans?"
"I could ask you the same thing," I replied.
"I came back for Keiko. I thought you knew that."
"Then why are you still here?"
"This stuff is what made me hate you in the first place."
"You hate me?" I raised an eyebrow, I was hoping he was kidding.
"No, but right now, I don't want to talk about my dead wife, okay? Is that alright with you?"
"Relax, Yusuke. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Was that an apology?"
"If you ever tell anyone I apologized to you, I'll deny it with a passion."
"It's good to have you back, Hiei." He reached over and ruffled my hair. The touch sent shock-waves from scalp to chest. He grabbed my arm and directed me away from the park toward a street.
It was dark out side. The sun had set hours ago and sensible people were sleeping. Hence, that neither Yusuke nor I were sleeping. "You never answered my question," Yusuke said. "Why are you back here?"
"I missed Kuwabara," I said.
Yusuke laughed. "I'm so sure."
"I felt like I needed a change."
"Also bullshit. You came back to see Kurama, didn't you?"
"No."
He looked over at me and seemed to realize that he was still holding my arm. He let me go and stared at me for a minute. "I thought you and Kurama were good friends."
"Good how?"
"I don't know. Like how Kuwabara and I are friends."
"I don't like him that much."
"Why not?"
"The only reason I put up with him for so long was because I needed him on my side as opposed to on someone else's side. I don't doubt for a moment that he could kill me. Best not to upset him."
"Wow... I thought you guys were like..." he crossed his pointer and middle fingers. "this."
"Not at all. I like him slightly more than I like Kuwabara."
"Woah, if you dislike him that much, how do you feel about me?"
I gave him a look that I hoped was looked ominous. "That is for me to know and you to find out."
"Well... I know you are but what am I?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I thought we were coming up with obnoxious childish things to say."
I smacked him on the back of the head. "Don't call me obnoxious."
"I didn't call you obnoxious. I said what you said was obnoxious."
"You're so full of yourself sometimes that I can't stand it."
"It's your fault if you can't stand it. Oh, we're home!"
"Home?" I turned and looked where Yusuke was looking. "It's an apartment building."
"I live on the fifth floor."
"Are you inviting me inside?"
"Do you want to come up?"
I shivered slightly at the thought of going into another man's apartment. "No. I'll just go back at the park now."
"I don't feel like being alone tonight. Please stay with me?"
"I suppose so... I don't have anything else to do."
Yusuke smiled in an awkward sort of way, and turned back to his apartment building. I followed. "Do you believe in yourself?" Yusuke asked abruptly upon our entering his apartment.
"Believe what about myself?"
"I know you've always been kinda cocky but do you believe what you say about yourself?"
"I don't say anything."
"You always said you were the best fighter and you were sick of people underestimating you. Do you believe you're great like that?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Why are you asking me these questions?"
"Sorry, sometimes I act like I'm at work when I'm talking to friends."
"What is your job?"
"Therapist."
"You talk to people for a living?"
"I help people."
I nodded. I personally thought psychotherapy was a crock of bullshit but I did not want to insult Yusuke's line of work. Why not? "I see it doesn't yield enough money for decent living arrangements." I was noticing the awful view of the back parking-lot. The apartment was an open floor plan. The kitchen,dining room, and living room took up more than half of the apartment, which still wasn't a substantial amount of room. I could only guess that the bedroom and bathroom were worse.
"I have plenty of money. This place just happens to be close to the office. It was the nicest one-bedroom apartment in the area."
"Why don't you just get a bus pass and live somewhere nicer?"
"This is my old neighborhood. My old house and the place Keiko and I used to live... They're all in this neighborhood."
"Then you just want to be close to everything that ever mattered to you."
"Yeah, except it didn't work."
"What do you mean?"
"Some of the things that mattered to me, that still matter, aren't here."
"Such as?"
"People in Demon World... Kuwabara. He moved to Tokyo with his girlfriend last year and I haven't heard from him since."
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"What?"
"Do you have romantic feelings for him?"
"I guess... but you can't tell anyone I said that."
"I could make you forget about him. If only for tonight."
"Are you coming on to me, Hiei?"
"And if I were?"
"I have something to say about that." He leaned in and kissed me. I didn't need any more prompting. I kissed him back gently, knowing that he needed a soft touch.
His kisses were tentative, unsure. I tried to encourage him by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He broke the kiss and hugged me for a moment. I hugged back lightly. "You kiss good," he said. He seemed a little flustered. "This is the first... time."
"Yes." I looked up into his eyes. "I'll be gentle."
He kissed me again, and I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. I explored his mouth with my tongue, tasting his sweet flavor. He was sweeter than most. He was more or less untouched.
I found my hands roaming up his shirt, feeling the smoothness of his chest with my fingertips. I lifted his shirt over his head slowly and kissed the nape of his neck. His skin had a wonderful salt-taste. I licked my lips while still pressed to his neck. Yusuke made a noise halfway between a moan and a gasp. It made me really want him. More so than before. In the beginning, my motives were almost completely for his benefit, but at that point, my motives leaned in the direction of my own pleasure. As well as his.
"Why did you stop?" he asked.
I hadn't realized that my lips had stopped moving so I started kissing a trail across his chest and then down his chiseled stomach.
This is why it's Citrus and not Lemon! Hang tight, the next chapter of this nine chapter story/ three part saga will be up shortly.
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