okay, so, welcome to my first yyh fic. I haven't written anything in a long time so go easy on me. I'm not sure what exactly this will turn into, but it will most definitely be explicit. First and foremost though, I would love critique or comments of any kind. On to the fic!

Disclaimer: you know the drill.

"You want him."

This wasn't a question, though Kurama regarded it as one.

In the safety of his own residence, three demons resided. The brash fire demon who had just spoken sat statuesque on the windowsill, eyes closed. Moonlight poured in around him. Kurama, legs crossed, occupied his desk chair, while the third demon, who had appeared so very human not long before, slept fitfully in the kitsune's bed. Yusuke looked so tired, even as he slept.

Yet he also looked more powerful than ever before with his wild mane of dark hair and the marks of the mazoku still sprawled against his skin. Kurama had to admit to himself then that he did, in fact, want a taste of that power. To Hiei, however, he said nothing. They watched Yusuke together; watched his hands clench the bedsheets. They heard his small whimpers of regret. At one time, he had muttered the name of Sensui.

"You should help him feel better. The boy is suffering." Kurama startled at the softness that wrapped the normally harsh voice of the fire demon. Deep green eyes flashed confusion into inhumanly red ones, as if demanding an explanation. Hiei scowled. "Don't give me that look, Kurama." The harshness had not returned. "I have no kind words for him. I can't offer him comfort the way you can."

At that, Kurama smiled. "I suppose you don't mind whichever route I take to give him this comfort?" asked the kitsune, his still-present smile curious. The redhead expected anger but instead was met with agreement. Hiei shook his head, a small smirk apparent on thin lips. "I don't. As I said before, you want him. Do as you please." A silence passed before he added, "but if you get to taste him, so do I."

Yusuke groaned, body tensing. The two other demons eyed him warily. Had he managed to overhear, even in his sleep? But then the detective let out a small sigh and visibly relaxed against the bedsheets. Only then did Kurama realize that the thought of having the detective had caused their energies to rise slightly. Yusuke had reacted to the shift but must have subconsciously realized it belonged to his friends.

Kurama's attention shifted once again to his partner, feeling those vibrant eyes on his body.

"Well," Hiei demanded, "do you agree to those terms? Or are you still so selfish with your treasures?"

The kitsune's expression took on a dark amusement. Their eyes remained deadlocked. "Of course not, Hiei. I am happy to share with you. But are you still so arrogant that you believe Yusuke will fall to our desires so easily?" Long ago this game of teasing each others insecurities would have brought forth tension or anger. Now it only seemed to ignite their unspoken passion for each other.

Hiei's lips stretched out for him into a delightfully wicked smile. Yusuke is a demon now, the smile seemed to shout. Expanding his theory verbally, Hiei whispered, "he won't be able to resist responding to our advances forever. His mind only needs to accept what his body already knows."

They dove into a comfortable silence, both of them considering the smaller one's words. Suddenly Yusuke tensed again, muttering "Keiko" like a prayer and reminding them of an obstacle they had uncharacteristically overlooked.

"She isn't significant to this," Hiei hissed at the kitsune, reading his sullen expression. "He can have the human girl in due time. But right now she can do nothing for him. She could never understand. She'll only get in the way." Kurama gaped at the fire demon in wonder. He suspected that even Hiei himself had not realized how much concern he was investing into the ex spirit detective's mental state. Still, Kurama agreed. Keiko would not help him understand his demon nature. In fact, she could only help to further alienate him.

Slowly, the kitsune stood from his chair and inched towards Yusuke. Well known was the fact that even in his sleep, the teen was a threat. Now even more so. When he was sure that fists wouldn't start flying at him, Kurama sat on the bedside. His long fingers cautiously reached down and smoothed thick hair away from Yusuke's face. To his surprise, a low sound of approval resonated within the boy's throat. Hiei watched from the window silently, but Kurama could feel his gaze, urging him to press further. So he did. He allowed his hand to wander down, gently pushing dark hair away from Yusuke's tanned (and bare) shoulder. He hesitated.

"Are you going to touch him or merely stare all night?" Hiei asked far too loudly, agitated, after only a few moments of stillness on Kurama's part. Emerald eyes shot a scolding look at him. "Lower your voice, Hiei. His energy is out of his control at the moment. If we startle him he could very well attack us. Need I remind you that we are not yet recovered from our battle?"

The fire demon did not admit it aloud but with his expression he conceded. Yes, they were both still weak from the battle in Makai-the word caused a careless, excited rise in his ki. He missed home. His partners ki rose in response but before the redhead could speak a word, a strong hand gripped his shoulder.

Kurama stared at the now-very-awake descendent of the Mazoku, who stared back with wild eyes. They were the color of rust, very unlike their usual warm brown. These eyes were hard, cold, unnerving. Hiei glanced at his sword almost nervously.

"Yusuke," the kitsune began softly. He mirrored the boy's action, though the pressure of his hand on Yusuke's shoulder was that of a ghost. "Yusuke, everything is alright now. I can tell you're disoriented but I assure you, you can relax. You're in my home."

"...In human world?"

"Yes, of course. If you wouldn't mind, could you please release my shoulder? I'm a bit sore."

Warmth quickly flooded back into Yusuke's eyes and he dropped his hand as though he caught fire. He looked down, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Kurama. I didn't mean to hurt you." Something dark and sad lingered behind his words. "I just felt..." He faltered then, clearly not wanting to speak of his emotions. Kurama squeezed his shoulder lightly, a push for him to continue. Their eyes met and the older boy's held no judgement behind them. "You don't have to share how you feel, but know that I am honored to listen to what you have to say."

Words spoken that way, so tenderly, to him? Yusuke's breath caught in his throat and he found himself having to choke down frantic curses. A panic gripped him and he suddenly had Kurama's red hair between his fingers, their faces inches apart. Breath ragged and panting, he spoke.

"I feel like I can't breathe, Kurama! I feel like I don't know who I am. I woke up just now wanting to pound you into the carpet, to bash your face in. Am I going crazy?" He pulled back to look into those wise green eyes but did not release his tightly threaded grip on his friends hair. No, he held onto him like his life depended on it.

Kurama opened his plush lips to speak but Hiei beat him to it.

"No, detective. You're not going crazy. Although its debatable that you weren't in the first place." He gave a dry chuckle when Yusuke's head comically whipped to face him.

The boy couldn't help but give a small laugh in return, momentarily forgetting his problems with a grin. "Three eyes? What're you doing here?" His ki flared with unexpected happiness. It took Hiei by surprise though his face remained blank.

The fire demon would never say that he stayed out of concern for his friend's stability during his transition. Yusuke had said earlier that day before exhaustion set in that he didn't feel much different, but they all knew that could change. Any moment could be different from the next.

When Yusuke spoke his name with confusion, Hiei realized he had stared at the detective a moment too long. "Don't get sentimental," he grunted. "I'm here because Kurama asked me to be. You clearly don't have adequate control of yourself. Kurama alone would not have enough power to stop you should you act on demonic impulses."

Yusuke shuddered, reminded of his most recent impulse. But surely he wouldn't have actually hurt Kurama? Kurama was his friend, his ally, someone he cared for deeply! He started to panic again and tried to pull into himself when a yelp next to him reminded him he still had a grip on Kurama's hair. Yusuke recoiled his fingers immediately and backed up against the bedframe. A nagging feeling inside him told him he needed to flee, he was cornered. He bit it down.

"Fuck, Kurama, I'm really sorry. I didn't realize I was still hanging on to your hair." Apologetic brown eyes searched his friend's face for a sign of anger, but didn't find one. Instead, it expressed understanding. Warmth. Friendship. "It's alright Yusuke. You don't need to be frightened. It will take some time to adjust to your enhanced senses and instincts, that's all." The kitsune sounded sincere, and then added with a smile, "knowing you, it should take no time at all. You adapt well."

Yusuke nodded, but looked uncertain. A question popped into his head. "Does it go away?" The two older demons stared at him, waiting for him to continue. It didn't take long. "I mean, am I always gonna wake up feeling like I wanna beat someone senseless? Like I wanna kill-" He cut himself off, unable to continue. Bringing his knees up to his chest he hid his face from his friends.

Hiei and Kurama shared a glance at one another. Both sets of eyes, though the latter more than the prior, screamed concern. The smaller one nodded towards Yusuke, demanding the kitsune to comfort him. Kurama didn't need to be asked twice.

Tentatively, as if approaching a wounded animal, the redhead arranged himself so he sat next to his friend. His strong arm wrapped around the boy's shoulders and pulled him closer. His friend tensed but did not pull away. "Yusuke," he whispered, leaning his mouth down to the detective's ear. "Don't fret. Your demon instincts have been dormant your whole life. It isn't surprising that they are overwhelming you right now. But I promise, they will be controllable. Give it time." Kurama's voice had turned husky by the last sentence. Being this close to Yusuke, to smell the power in his demon blood...before he realized enough to stop himself, he had pressed a kiss to the detective's sunkissed shoulder.

Yusuke yanked himself away to his feet instantly, bearing his sharp teeth in a way that wasn't familiar but felt so. "What the hell, Kurama?"