Kurama awoke to find himself alone. "He left me?" He whispered to the empty room, biting his lip. He tried to remember yesterday, but it was hazy. His mind was trying to hide himself from his own embarrassment. He must have been awful. He crawled from the bed and went to the bathroom, removing Hiei's make-shift bandages.

He washed the cuts with alcohol, just to be on the safe side. They were mostly healed, so he didn't bother rewrapping them.

He went back to the bedroom, sitting in front of the computer.

Greatest_Detective_Ever : Hiei, if you read this, thanks 4 agreeing to come over

… : I know it'll be fun

… : Can't believe you thought of this

… : Don't tell Kurama.

Kurama stared at the screen. Was Hiei having an affair? Wait, no. Hiei wasn't with him. Hiei didn't even know about his feelings. Yusuke had confessed his love for Kuwabara yesterday. That train of thought made no sense. They must be planning something, though.

There was nothing sexual in the message, so why was he jumping to the worst conclusions? He pushed away from the desk, standing and stretching. His mind still whirling as he made his way down the hall, he didn't see Hiei until he had ran into him.

"Hey, Kurama." Hiei paused. "Yusuke told me what you told him."

Kurama looked confused, then shocked. "I…Hiei, I always meant to tell you…I wasn't sure how you would react…"

"I…Well…I would react like I did last night…"

"What'd you do?" Kurama almost didn't want to know. Something felt wrong.

"I…well…barely anything…But I know what to do…Yusuke…See…" Hiei trailed off.

"Yusuke and you what?" Kurama was on the edge of his seat, and he wasn't even sitting down.

Hiei blushed. Kurama was just thinking about how cute he was when his words wiped all thoughts from Kurama's mind.

"He chained me to the bed."

"He what? And you let him?" Kurama yelped, sounding angry and hurt.

"He told me you wanted someone with experience." Hiei fought off anger. Why wasn't the fox happy? "I didn't let him. What part of chained don't you get?"

"I thought you said he told you my feelings… I don't understand…Don't you love me?" Kurama whimpered, feeling hurt. He told himself that Hiei's feelings were never guaranteed. He turned away from Hiei, trying to hide the tears that pooled in the corners of his eyes, slipping silently down his face.

"What?" Hiei was shocked. "I love you, Kurama. That's the only reason I would ever sleep with Yusuke. And I still didn't want to."

"You really…? But you still…? Why would you…? And Yusuke…? If you loved me…?" Kurama sputtered, nothing making sense.

"Huh? Isn't it obvious? You wanted someone with experience…"

Kurama drew in a deep breath, steadying himself. "No, I wanted to be your first. Your only. I wanted to teach you."

Hiei stared at Kurama. "But…Yusuke…"

"You can't blame it on Yusuke. Hiei, if it was me, you should have said something. Just don't blame others." Kurama started to walk down the hall. "I'm going back to bed."

Hiei stood there, staring at Kurama's retreating back. He didn't say anything. He was too confused. Why had he believed Yusuke in the first place? Why didn't Kurama believe him? With a soft sigh, he turned. He refrained from telling the fox he would be back later, wondering if the fox even wanted him to return.

Kurama watched Hiei leave, feeling a stabbing pain in his chest. His throat felt uncomfortably tight. He wished he hadn't acted the way he had, but with Hiei around, he'd never know the truth. What game was Yusuke playing? Was Hiei a part of it, or just drawn into the web?

He turned to the computer, bring up the chat window.

Fox : Why?

… : Why would you do that to me?

… : You know how I feel!

… : I thought we were friends?

Greatest_Detective_Ever : We are.

… : What are you going on about?

Fox : We are not. How could you?

Greatest_Detective_Ever : How could I what?

… : You're not making any sense!

Fox : Don't play dumb with me!

Greatest_Detective_Ever : What did I do, really?

Fox : Quit faking like you don't know. You knew how I felt. You just don't care, do you?

Greatest_Detective_Ever : Let's talk this over. You have me confused.

… : Fox?

…. : Come over, we'll talk.

Greatest_Detective_Ever Has Logged Off

Kurama stared at the screen. Surely Yusuke wasn't serious. Did he really think Kurama would go anywhere near him after his little rendezvous with Hiei?

Thoughts began to race through Kurama's mind, and he finally stood. Grabbing his keys, he locked the house behind himself as he began the familiar walk.

The three blocks to Yusuke's house was the longest, and shortest, walk he had ever taken. His feet moved quickly, but his mind ran in circles. Or maybe he was running in circles, and his mind had simply gone on without him. He eventually reached Yusuke's house.

He didn't bother knocking, simply walking in.

"Kurama! I knew you would come." Yusuke smiled happily.

"Bastard." Kurama spat, his fist connecting with Yusuke's face. "You raped him! How do you expect me to feel? How do you expect him to feel?" Kurama took a shaky step backwards. "He'll hate me." Kurama's eyes welled with tears, and he focused on the ground.

This was where his mistake lay. If he had looked up, he might have seen the flash in the young human's eyes, might have seen that hate that colored his face.

"It wasn't like that, Kurama." The punch hadn't hurt him, which meant Kurama held back. A lot. This made him feel kind of bad. Kind of.

"Here, drink this. It'll calm you down." Yusuke handed him a glass off the counter.

Kurama stood silently, gulping down the drink. Yusuke took the empty glass from him, disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with the glass refilled.

"Wasn't like that? What was it like?" Kurama whispered, accepting the glass. The drink was warm, sliding down his throat easily. Yusuke smiled at him over the rim of the glass.

Kurama wanted more the moment it was emptied. He knew time had elapsed, but he couldn't tell how much. He knew at one point the glass had gotten hard to hold. He couldn't tell if the glass was full, empty, in his hand, or on the counter. He had to concentrate, focus hard, to tell if he was standing or sitting. He took a step forward, trying to find himself. The walls stepped closer to him, the corners becoming round. The lights seemed to dim, the corners suddenly very dark. Kurama tried to focus, but it was like being in a tunnel with a glow stick. He could faintly see around himself, his hands flashing in and out of view. He couldn't see anything around himself; the darkness swallowed it, shifting occasionally to reveal glimpses of unidentifiable objects.

Yusuke led a stumbling Kurama down the hallway.

Kurama didn't need much persuasion to lie on the bed. He felt disoriented. At least lying down, he wasn't moving. He felt like the last man on the earth, and was grateful to feel Yusuke's presence near him.

He was suddenly feverishly hot. He reached out, focusing on his hand, to touch Yusuke's arm. He tried to talk, but his mouth was dry.

Yusuke brushed a strand of hair off Kurama's face. "Don't worry, I'm here. I know."

Kurama focused on the boy. The boy that had been his friend for so long. The boy that had risked his life to help Kurama save his mom. Surely this boy couldn't have committed such a horrible deed.

Yusuke leaned down, his lips finding Kurama's.

Kurama pulled the boy closer, kissing him deeper. He suddenly wanted Yusuke. All of him. Now.

Yusuke pulled back, a smirk on his face. He mentally high-fived himself. He made quick work of removing Kurama's clothes, tossing them to the floor, where they were quickly joined by his own. He kissed Kurama hotly, trailing kisses down his neck and chest. He was licking, kissing, and sucking all the skin he could reach, Kurama's moans urging him on.

Kurama could feel Yusuke's hands on him, roaming over him. It felt so right.

Everywhere he was touched, flames awoke on his skin, dancing brightly before fading out, leaving him hungry for more. It was a dizzying experience. The need for more of Yusuke battled the disorientation every time he moved, so he was forced to lay back and accept all that Yusuke would offer him. He couldn't form words or thoughts. He just knew that what was happening hurt in such a great way; he wouldn't fight it if he could.

Yusuke paused for a moment, his face flashing in Kurama's vision like a strobe light. No, more like fireworks. There, bright, then fading away, then weaving back into view, then gone again, all in a quick series. He disappeared again, wiggling lower on the fox.

Kurama panicked for a split second, wondering if the boy was leaving him. Then he felt a warm wetness and his mind was instantly off again, his fingers twisting in the sheets as he enjoyed Yusuke's obvious skills.

Yusuke took the tip of Kurama's manhood in his mouth, moving slowly until he reached the base. He backed off slightly, dragging his teeth gently across the tender area.

Kurama moaned as Yusuke quickened his pace. When Yusuke felt Kurama shudder, he knew he was close to releasing. He quickened his pace more. One of his hands had wondered down to his own cock, which he pumped to move himself along.

Kurama reached down, grabbing handfuls of Yusuke's silky hair. "S…S...Stop…" He moaned, the pressure inside him building. "No…D…Don't…" The words sounded silly, half spoken, as though he was just learning to talk. There was no meaning behind them, no emotion.

Yusuke grinned to himself. Kurama released a hot flow of sticky liquid that he quickly licked clean. He bit the inside of his mouth to stifle the noise as he released.

"Roll over, Kurama." He told the fox, helping him move. He reached onto his bedside table, grabbing a small tube. He messily squeezed it onto himself, rubbing quickly to warm it before sliding completely into the fox with no other preparation.

Kurama felt Yusuke enter him with a sharp pain. He cried out, trying to struggle away. His body wouldn't listen to him, and he would have collapsed under Yusuke, had the younger male not been holding him tightly.

Yusuke's breathing became quick and heavy, short grunts enunciating every intake. Yusuke gave one last thrust, releasing into Kurama, before falling to the bed beside him.

Kurama rolled onto his side, suddenly aching all over. He wanted to be held, to feel someone stroking his hair. He could feel tears creeping up on him, so he shut his eyes and imagined Hiei there, gently finger combing his hair.

"I feel great." Yusuke grinned. "Wait a few hours, and you'll feel normal. You're more than welcome to stay here."

Kurama felt the urge to stay there, as he was tired and already stretched out on a comfortable bed. However, even though he couldn't name why, he knew he had to go home. He tried to roll out of bed, his stomach lurching. He felt sick.

Yusuke grinned. "Hey, don't worry about Hiei." He slid on his clothes. "This can be our dirty little secret."