A/N: Alright, so you've continued on after the warning! I hope you enjoy! But if you don't, that's ok too. I realize this is kind of an out-there idea for a story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters. I'm just grateful they exist, so I have the opportunity to put them into my story.

Warnings: Lime, slight incest, angst

Kurama's eyebrow twitched slightly at the presence of his "stalker's" energy. However, knowing that in this situation, losing his temper would only make him be watched more closely, he forced his body to remain calm and kept his gaze firmly pointed forward.

"You don't have to keep tabs on me, Hiei." He spoke quietly and indirectly, though he knew Hiei could hear him. "I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself." He sighed. "I was perfectly capable of controlling myself last year, and the year before that as well. I don't need a baby-sitter."

No longer bothering to hide among the trees, Hiei jumped down and gracefully fell into stride with his ally. "I'm not baby-sitting you," he snapped with disgust. "I'm merely following Koenma's request."

Frowning and becoming more agitated, Kurama glared at his demon companion out of the corner of his eye. "I told you-"

"Yes, I know," Hiei cut him off, tersely. "You're perfectly capable of controlling yourself. But since Youko has become more prevelent in your life lately, Koenma's worried your instincts might start kicking in stronger than before." He smirked. "You're already getting more irritated than you usually do."

Choosing not to respond, Kurama decided to try to change the subject. "So where exactly do you plan on staying for the duration of your "watch-duty"?"

Hiei gave a devilish smirk. "Why? Worried I might take advantage of you? Or maybe you're worried you won't be able to resisit taking advantage of me...?" He inwardly laughed as Kurama fought back a blush and darted his eyes back and forth, checking if any fanclub girls were lurking around and had caught that comment. "Relax, Shuicchi," he said mockingly. "Nobody's around. I wouldn't dare to tarnish your perfect reputation."

Regaining his composure, Kurama frowned and refused to look at his friend. "You've become officially obnoxious."

Hiei 'hmphed', smirk still in place. "If I'm going to be forced to treat you like some disobidient, hormone-driven teenager, I may as well have my fun with it."

Kurama ignored him.

Not another word had been spoken for the rest of the walk back to the Minnamino residence. Hiei knew he had won, and so did Kurama. There was nothing else left to say.

Naturally, Kurama wasn't too pleased that Hiei and Koenma could be so astute to his condition. But, unfortunately, they were right.

Since his new cycle had begun yesterday, he had noticed a difference from how his heat cycle usually went. Sure, he always became lustful, and his temper became a bit short, but he had always been able to control it to the point of being practically unnoticable. However, as Hiei had been so kind to point out, his patience was at a rare low, and all day long, he had fought against seemingly unprovoked urges.

He had never before been even the slightest bit attracted to any of his classmates - male or female - and he was usually only slightly annoyed at their persistance in flirting with him. Today... well, let's just say his books spent a good deal of time in his lap, and when he was forced to stand during class, he read with his book strategically propped up in front of his lower regions.

Once he had finally gotten outside in the nice, fresh air and away from everyone, he had calmed down and returned to normal. And by the time Hiei appeared, he had gotten over the shock of his loss of self-control and had meditated enough to act the way he should have all day.

Kurama inwardly sighed. They were right. Now that Youko was more prevelant in his life, his yearly mating cycle wouldn't just be standard procedure anymore. His other side would actually try to seek out a mate. Fortunately, nowadays, Kurama had self-control out the wazoo, but that still didn't mean it wasn't going to be a damn uncomfortable two weeks. Thankfully, today was Friday, so he would have the entire weekend to figure out how to lessen the urges.

Once they reached Kurama's house, Hiei promptly disappeared into thin air without so much as a second glance or a small grunt. Blinking in slight confusion, Kurama brushed it off and stepped inside. Who knew what was going through Hiei's head? "Mother! I'm home!"

"In the kitchen, Shuicchi!" a voice called from the left. Kicking off his shoes, and placing his bookbag by the stairs to make sure he took it up later, Kurama sauntered into the kitchen to greet his mother. "Shuicchi!" Shiori smiled and wiped her hands on her apron before leaning up to give her son a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, mother," Kurama responded, smiling.

"How was school today?" Shiori asked, leaning back and turning back to her cooking.

"Fine. What are you doing?"

"Preparing dinner for you and little Suicci. Your stepfather and I are going out tonight."

"Mother," Kurama chided gently. "I could have taken care of this."

Shiori laughed. "I knew you were going to scold me for this, Shuicchi. I've been waiting for it since I started." She pat her son on the cheek in a motherly fashion. "Don't worry, honey. I don't mind. I'm fine. Go do something boys your age should be doing." She chuckled slightly at their little inside joke.

Kurama mimicked her, but suddenly paused and quietly groaned, realizing that his "little problem" had decided to spring up again. Damn hormones. It seemed he no longer even needed anything to stimulate him to become aroused.

"Shuicchi, are you ok?" Shiori asked worriedly.

Kurama's eyes widened as he realized his mother had heard him groan. "Ah, no, mother. Nothing. I just pulled a small muscle laughing. Don't worry about it. I'll just be up in my room." He spoke quickly and with his back facing her. Before she could protest, he had left the room as swiftly as he had come.

Another sigh escaped Kurama's lips. It seemed he had done a lot of that lately.

Well, that's what plants and elixirs were for. If there was some concoction that could give someone an erection, there certainly had to be one that could take it away.

But for now, a cold shower would suffice.

He quickly flung his bookbag on his bed, grabbed up a pair of comfortable clothes, and headed for the bathroom. He locked the door and started the shower, making sure it was nice and cold. Undressing himself was almost unbearably uncomfortable, especially when his hand accidentally brushed against his arousal, but Kurama bit his lip and held back. Giving into his desire in the middle of the bathroom floor was not a good idea.

Now, completely naked, he stepped into the ice cold stream of water, jumping a bit at the shock of it. Slowly, he eased himself into the flow, trying to get rid of the tension down below. After a few fruitless minutes, he growled lowly. He didn't know what stupid idiot had come up with the idea that cold showers were good for getting rid of sexual tension, but they were wrong!

Sure, hot showers infinitely sped up the lust process compared to cold showers, but still, just feeling the water pelt his body relentlessly was enough to make his problem worse.

Figuring he had already failed with the cold water, Kurama reached out to the knob and twisted it until a nice hot stream of water was rolling down his naked body instead. He let his eyes drift closed as he leaned against the shower wall. The warm water struck his body without mercy and he could no longer suppress a groan. Thankfully, it was covered up by the strong jet of water.

His left hand reached up and slowly played with one wet and painfully pert nipple, feeling himself growing even harder under his own teasing ministrations. His breathing became irregular as the other hand slid down his slippery stomach and brushed against his erection.

The small touch from his own hand caused his hips to buck involuntarily. His other hand began working more roughly on his nipple.

Kurama could feel himself growing guilty at the sudden thought that he was in the bathroom, jacking off, while his mother was making his dinner. He should have been able to control himself. He should have insisted that he take over. She worked herself hard enough. He imagined his mother, working away at dinner. Another pang of guilt shot through him, but it was quickly pushed aside as another wave of lust pushed to the surface of his consciousness. He clamped his hand over his erection and moaned. Beginning a steady rhythm, he vowed to himself that he would feel guilty and subtlely make it up to Shiori later. After all, hadn't she said to go do something boys his age should be doing?

His hands had just started to speed up and bring him closer to the edge when the shower curtain was violently and unexpectedly ripped back. The cold air and grating noise caused Kurama to jump and slip, effectively breaking his lustrous train of thought. He went crashing to the shower floor in all his glory, taking some bottles and other random shower items with him. "HIEI!" he yelled, looking up at the fire demon, who was merely staring at him in bored surprise. "WHAT THE HELL?"

Hiei blinked, breaking his stare. "Oh, sorry," he droned, nonchalantly, as if this was an everyday occurence. "As you were." He then, just as calmly, pulled the shower curtain back into place.

Staring in disbelief at the back of the curtain, Kurama hoisted himself up and roughly shut off the water. His erection had successfully been eradicated, thanks to his teammate's grand entrance. He repeated Hiei's actions of violently ripping back the shower curtain and practically stormed out of the shower. Hiei had perched himself on the counter, obviously intending to wait there until Kurama was finished. He looked at the redheaded demon with mild surprise. "Done already? I didn't know even you were that good."

Not answering his "friend", Kurama shoved the smaller demon's legs to the side to access the cabinet of towels behind them. He hastily wrapped a fluffy white towel around his waist and proceeded to glare at Hiei. He had just opened his mouth to lash out at the fire demon, when a knock came at the bathroom door. "Shuicchi?" a young voice called from the other side.

Kurama let out a breath of relief. It was just his little brother.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, thanks!" Kurama called out cheerfully.

He could faintly hear little Suicci call to Shiori that he was fine and then disappear back down the hallway to his own room. After all was clear, he rounded on Hiei again, who was still there as though absolutely nothing was wrong. "Hiei, what are you doing?" he hissed, trying to keep his voice down since his mother was now suspicious, and he no longer had the roar of bad plumbing to cover up his voice.

Hiei crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Kurama as though he were stupid. "I told you, I was sent to watch over you until-"

"I KNOW that! What are you doing in my bathroom? And what's the big idea of ripping the shower curtain open on me?"

Hiei looked at the redhead steadily. "I'm hungry. I wanted to know where I could find food."

Kurama instantly gave Hiei the "stupid" look that his comrade had just given him before. Not even able to form words to express his discontent and disbelief at his friend, he merely huffed, grabbed his clothes, and stormed off to his bedroom, locking the door.

What, exactly, Hiei's vision of right and wrong consisted of, Kurama had never quite been able to figure out. However, he would've thought that even Hiei would have the decency to leave him alone when he was showering... especially when he knew he was in heat. Kurama shook his head and straightened his pants. He turned back to the bed to grab his shirt but jumped once more that night as he found none other than - you guessed it - Hiei sitting on his bed as though he had been there forever.

Kurama gave the smaller demon a stern look. "Number one: stop breaking into locked rooms. Number two: stop barging in on me when I'm trying to have some privacy!"

Hiei hardly seemed affected by the angry words and merely let a small smirk make its way across his face. Kurama's eyebrow twitched again. What could Hiei possibly find amusing NOW? "You really are more pissy than usual."

Snatching up his shirt from where it lay next to the demon, Kurama decided to let the subject drop. "So, where did you run off to earlier?"

"I was hungry. So I took some hot dogs from the moronic human in the park."

"But you were just looking for food."

Hiei looked at him, giving him another disgusted, you're-such-an-idiot look. "He ran out. I was still hungry. You're not on top of your game today, are you, fox?"

Kurama merely shook his head to himself once again. It didn't matter what was going on with him, Hiei still acted incredibly strange sometimes. "Not everybody can read minds, Hiei."

"Hmph."

Kurama lowered himself into his desk chair. "So, I assume you'll be staying here tonight."

Hiei shrugged. "Or outside. It doesn't matter to me." He flashed Kurama a sultry smirk. "What would you prefer?" he asked in a slighly lower and seductive voice.

The fox demon glared at his friend once more, though failed to hide the small blush that rose to his face. "Would you stop it, Hiei! You're not exactly helping my condition when you talk like that!"

Hiei licked his lips. "I could do something else to help your condition."

Kurama grabbed a large book off his desk and brandished it in the air. "HIEI!"

Chuckling darkly, Hiei swiftly disappeared from the bedspread, and the only trace that he had been there at all was the breeze filtering through the now open window.

Kurama slammed the book back on the desk and plopped down in the chair. His hands thread through his still damp hair, and he leaned against it, eyes closing.

Hiei was such a pest sometimes. Kurama knew he was his friend and was just kidding when he made suggestions like that, but that didn't mean he didn't have the desire to kill the fire demon for making him uncomfortable. He chuckled lowly to himself. If his Youko side, by some miracle, actually did choose a mate in the next two weeks, it certainly wasn't going to be Hiei.

Just the mere thought of his heat cycle made Kurama's body become warm again. 'Dammit. I'm really getting sick of this.' Deciding to just ignore it this time, Kurama crawled into bed and rolled himself up in the covers. Sleep would relieve his problems, if only for a little while.

Kurama sighed happily, taking in the crisp scent of the forest air. He was in his Youko form and propped lazily against a tree. His ears twitched every now and then at the woodland sounds, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the warm sun on his body. He felt at peace; quite unlike the uncomfortable tension he'd been experiencing all day.

He moaned softly and let his eyes drift closed as the sun beat relentlessly against his exposed skin, and delved even deeper, heating up and searing through the white cloth of his clothing.

He arched a bit as a hand started trailing down the thin material on his chest. It traced and swirled teasing patterns all the way down his stomach, until it paused just above his groin. Another low sound escaped his lips as another hand cupped his cheek, moving smoothly along his jawline and neck.

The hands were soft and feminine, seeming to meld perfectly against his own skin. His brows furrowed slightly. They were so familiar. He knew those hands. He started to open his eyes, but the hand at his waist suddenly dipped lower so it was lightly cupping the bulge in his pants.

Youko's eyes snapped shut once more and he bucked against the hand, wanting more contact. But the more he tried to push against it, the more the hand kept moving away again. He growled in frustration. He had to know who was doing this to him.

His eyes had just started to slide open again when a third hand roughly grabbed his shoulder and shook his entire body quite irritatingly.

Kurama's eyes snapped open quickly and he bolted up, the covers on his bed falling to pool around his waist. His breath was coming quicker than normal, and he couldn't help but notice the lock of red hair that fell to obscure his vision.

It was all just a dream... he was still in his human form, at home, without anyone touching him except maybe himself, and that wasn't even a "for-sure".

"Shuicchi?"

Kurama twisted his head to the side to come face to face with his mother. His eyes widened, and one hand instinctively gripped the covers to hide his not-so-little reaction to his dream.

Shiori looked at him, concerned. "Shu, are you alright? You're sweating, and you were moaning in your sleep."

Kurama swallowed and smiled nervously, hoping he wasn't being too transparent. "I'm fine, mother. I was just having a bad dream. Nothing to worry about. As a matter of fact, I don't really even remember what it was about anymore."

Shiori smiled. "Well, your stepfather and I are leaving now. I thought I'd let you know."

It was then that Kurama noticed that Shiori was wrapped up in her good coat and her makeup was carefully applied; a great contrast to how she had looked in the kitchen. How long had he been asleep?

He smiled at her. "Right. Have fun. Don't worry about anything here."

Shiori leaned down and kissed her son on the forhead. "We won't be back too late. Dinner's downstairs in the oven. All you have to do is heat it up for 15 minutes."

"Yes, mother." He smiled brightly at her until she had left the room, closing the door behind her. Suddenly, his expression turned puzzled. 'Didn't I lock that door...? Oh wait... Dammit, Hiei!'

He shook his head at the thought of his best friend and his incorrigible habit of breaking into locked rooms within his house. Green eyes shifted around the room. Well, wherever the little fire demon had run off to earlier, he hadn't returned yet. Either that, or he was outside in the yard somewhere.

Sighing, and deciding that he really didn't care at the moment, Kurama threw back the covers and stretched, relieved that his arousal had painlessly disappeared this time.

He lazily made his way across the hall and poked his head into his little brother's partially open door. "Suicci? Are you hungry?"

The younger boy barely glanced away from his video game. "Nah."

"Alright. Just let me know when you are."

"Yah."

Closing the door again, Kurama decided to maybe watch some TV downstairs, and then start working on his elixir for his "problem". However, he had barely reached the bottom of the staircase when the front door opened again and Shiori hurried through.

Kurama blinked. "Is everything alright, mother?"

Shiori smiled and swept into the kitchen, Kurama following. "Oh yes; fine. Just a little water squirtage. My fault." She laughed briefly. "I was just trying to put the hose away before we left." She grabbed a rag and shimmied out of her coat which was noticably wet down the front. She flung her hair out of the way and Kurama could see that the entire front of her dress and exposed chest was also thoroughly soaked.

Unconciously, the redhead felt a small jolt in his lower stomach and his throat tightened. The wet material clung to Shiori's body in a most provocative manner, and her head was flung back, revealing more skin on her upper body than usual. Her hand worked the rag along her chest and neck, then dabbed it across the wet clothing on her breasts and down between her cleavage.

Kurama's eyes were completely transfixed on her every movement, and the same jolt in his lower abdomen made itself known again, but stronger this time. He began to shake slightly as he felt himself growing involuntarily hard again.

He gulped and gripped the counter he was leaning against as hard as he could, trying to control himself. This was wrong! He had to gain his senses back!

By this time, Shiori had cleaned herself up as best she could and was putting her patted down, only semi-wet coat back on. Fortunately, for Kurama, she didn't seem to notice his problem and smiled sweetly at her son. "Ok, this time, I'm off for real. See you later, darling." She reached out and stroked back a lock of red hair that had fallen to rest against his cheek. Kurama froze.

He watched Shiori glide back out of the room, and the sound of the door clicking shut, once again, rang in his ears. His shaking had become worse now, and he could feel the unmistakable tingle of transformation running through his body. Thank the gods his mother had left before it became anything obvious.

One of his hands released its grip on the counter and thread through his now multicolored hair. His cheek was burning where Shiori had touched it. Dammit! There was no doubt in his mind now. Those hands... those were the hands in his dream. The jolt hit his stomach again and an almost feral growl escaped his lips.

Dashing upstairs, Kurama darted into the bathroom and immediately doused his face with water. Trembling, he gazed through the waterdrops at tinted gold eyes in the mirror. Silver and red strands mingled together in front of his face. "Not her..." he whispered shakily. "Please, Youko... anyone but her..."

His reflection merely smirked back at him.

A/N: You cannot believe how jumpy I was when writing those lime sections. I was so scared somebody was gonna pop in and bust me! Stupid family members never knock! Whew... glad that's over for now.

In just the first chapter, I've grown very attached to my newest story, so hopefully it will be updated in a timely manner. And just for your reference, my definition of "timely manner" means within three months. Trust me, this is good compared to the way I've treated some of my other stories in the past...

I always love reviews!

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