Yeah! Chapter four! Submitting it at 9:46 D:

Hope you like it.

Whenever demons come to mind, you think they are perfect. Fast as the elements, stunning like a white rose, and inflict pain like emotions do. So, if everything else functions flawlessly, their body must meet those expectations right? Heh, there you are wrong. Like humans, demons have the same immune system as us. There bodies just react "differently". "Differently? How so?" you ponder. "Read, and you'll laugh. That's all I'll say."

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Summary: A member of Team Urameshi wakes up to the symptoms of a cold. But, he thinks only humans get colds. Anyhow, you know how when you get a real cold, you can't breath through your nose right? So, it forces you to breath through your mouth, which creates snoring...

Well, he's got a cold...

and it's deadly...

Contains swearing, and well, shonen ai between Hiei and Kurama and Yusuke, meaning boy plus boy action! Don't like it, don't read it.

'oOo' means it has changed to another person's point-of-view.

"H- h- hiei..." Kurama murmured. A faint blush was on his cheek. "W-w-why are we in here Ura- ura- urameshi," a flustered Kuwabara stuttered. "Don't know myself," I muttered, suffering from a persistent nose bleed. "Oh yeah!" I remembered, rubbing my nose with my arm, smearing red on my arm. "All you gotta do is not try to faint on me." "Eh!? Why'd I do that Urameshi?" He gave me an odd look. "Just don't," I cautioned. "For what I'm about to do, many yaoi* fan girls would shriek," I bit my tongue in anticipation. "Oh god, you don't mean you'll..." he gave me a look of sheer terror. "Yes, I mean," I raised an eye brow, or two. "Before you do though, what the hell is Kurama wearing?"

*Yaoi: If you don't know what yaoi is by now, well it's boy on boy! (If you read the summary it will tell you so).

I stared at the spectacle wide eyed. Never. Not even once had I seen Kurama so, un-professional. Both of his arms hung gracelessly towards the wall. His hair was flowing every direction from his face, like blood on the concrete sidewalk; a grim analogy. Usually he wore his hair up in a messy pony tail, at least to make it more manageable. "Why do I even know that!?" I questioned myself. I decided it was Botan, prattling on how to keep your skin glowing to Keiko. "Geh, does it really matter?"

Focusing back on Kurama, I noticed he still wore the same white t-shirt from earlier. Wrinkles stretched across the bulk of the t-shirt, casting small shadows on his arms. It was riding up his torso, showing his flat, muscular, stomach. With the t-shirt, a pair of green tinted boxers, criss-crossed with plaids lay against his pale skin. Over all, I saw a completely opposite side, of his professional look that is.

"I'll start now. But, be ready to help me drag him into my room," I said, confirming with Kuwabara. He nodded silently, preparing for the horrors to begin. Slyly, I slipped my hand to the side of my stomach, and flicked a switch, pointing to RECORD. "Kurama being seduced, 10:29PM," I spoke towards the small microphone.

"Kurama-chan~" I moaned into his ear. Slowly, I began to breathe raggedly, aiming each exhale on his neck. Already, I saw him flushed, and he was moaning, MY NAME. "That helps," I smirked. With each exhale, I moved closer to his ear lobe, and began to suck on it, darting my tongue in and out. "Y- y- yusuke!" he said, full of a yearning for me. With painstakingly, prolonged, movements, I left a trail of my lips, down his jaw line, with feather-like gentleness. I watched Kurama shudder involuntarily, letting out a soft "aunnnh".

Forgetting Kuwabara was even there, my lips found a tender piece of skin on his neck and suckled on it. "Tastes like honey," I whispered. Drawing in a deep breathe, I looked at nature's beauty, and sure enough, a blotchy, red, mark was painted on Kurama's skin. "Gomen*," I kissed his skin. Kurama wriggled underneath, a slight smile on his soft lips. "Ticklish eh, Kurama-chan~" I whispered lovingly, wondering if I was faking anymore. "Ai- Ai..." he started. The red blossomed across his face, like blood pooling into water. "Ai... Ai shiteru*, Y- y- yusuke... -chan," he blushed. Nuzzling in the crook of his neck, I answered back, by placing my lips on his.

*Gomen: Sorry.

*Ai shiteru: I love you.

It was gentle like a morning breeze, not like some first kisses I've experienced. No tongue, or saliva-swappage; just a simple kiss. "Heh, got it," I whispered. "Now let's -" I stopped.

Everything had gone so smoothly, but, unfortunately, Kuwabara had fainted.

oOo

"Snnnz..." Yusuke snored. His snore mingled with Kurama's "shuuu", while Hiei's "FWNNN" blared through the rooms. I was tired. I wanted sleep, (even an hour I'd except!) My hand searched for anything, anything to muffle all the... noise. Fingering an edge of something, I pulled the soft thing towards me, to discover a small pillow. I stuffed it into my ear, just before a soft thud sounded by my head. I turned to see Urameshi, snoring, with his mouth hanging open. His pillow was missing to, oh...

Sighing, I ignored the trace of guilt, and put my head down contentedly, a pillow on either side of my head. "G'night Urameshi," I muttered. With my head looking onto the peeling, opposite, wall, I was glad I would be able to sleep. At least I wouldn't have to think of the horrors I'd experienced until morning.

oOo

"SNORT."

"Wha..." I murmured. My eyes immediately snapped open, looking up at the ceiling. With quick movements, my eyes glanced swiftly at my surroundings, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. "Drowsiness makes me feel warm-fuzzies," I thought. I tilted my head to face to my right, (Kuwabara's on my right,) and noticed how he had my fluffy thing over his ears. "Floor's not that hard," I assumed. "Ears are sore though." My head turned gently towards Kurama; his face peaceful; his snoring soft to match his expression. Black things rolled over my vision, and I was out.

I snored lightly, my mind wandering on un-important stuff. Kissing Kurama, Hiei's cold, and the fact that Kuwabara had my pillow. WAIT A MINUTE. The one word stopped my flow of thoughts. "Wait a min..." I thought feebly, still sleepy. "Wait..."I whispered, my lids opening slowly, and to my horror, my cheek was in a puddle of something thick... and wet. "AW! BASTARD!" I gagged in distaste. Kuwabara's drool, was all over my right side, coating my bangs in a translucent slime. Nausea rolled lightly in my stomach, though I would not throw up. "Will not, will not!" I screamed in my head. My stomach rolled as I rolled into a tight ball, wanting nothing more of this experience. "Starting to get crusty," I grimly acknowledged. Hacking a bit, I rubbed my cheek against my sheet, "I won't be sleeping after that," I assured myself.

I rounded to face Kuwabara's face; a slimy mess. I grinned as I rolled up my sleeves, and slowly trudged towards the idiot. There was no room for guilt tonight.

Ooo... what's Yusuke going to do? He's so mischievious :D

You'll have to see :)