Gah, it's been way too long since my last update! Sorry for the delay, folks, but the second semester of school just ended and I've been studying like crazy for exam week. Want to know about the three Punic Wars? I can officially tell you all about them. Thank you very much, AP World History. That exam was the worst…

Anyway, enough with the mindless rambling. We're here to discuss slash, not angry Carthaginians. This story will be over within a one or two chapters, depending on length, but that's a good thing, since I have an idea for a new Kurama/Hiei story. Hopefully it will be as widely appreciated as this one.

Thanks again to all my reviewers and to all those who have been keeping up with my livejournal and all the news I've posted there. Another link will be given at the bottom. This time around, you really need to check it out. Major changes have been made to this story, and if you don't keep up, you may be lost come my next update. Also, I'll be posting a link to several yaoi-based forums that I made. They're good fun when it's 3AM and you want to debate the inner workings of an alleged homosexual relationship between two demons. Seriously, check 'em out.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell.

Warning: A touch of non-consensual activities in this chapter. Nothing too major, but if you're weak of stomach you might want to skip over that part. You'll know when it's coming.

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"You're going to remember this night for the rest of your life," Blake whispered seductively in Kurama's ear, but the kitsune felt more disturbed than aroused. He fought the urge to look back over his shoulder and see if Hiei was still sitting at the bar. He was sure the koorime was at this moment trying to keep a look of utter disbelief from his face. Kurama had really done it. He'd seriously just walked away with a complete stranger.

I had no choice, Kurama chanted to himself, gritting his teeth. I had no choice. I had to protect my friends. Starting a fight in a human bar would only draw more unwanted attention than is wise. I won't have Hiei spilling ningen blood on my account. Kurama's green eyes flickered over to the blond man currently tugging him by the arm towards the bar's exit. But what will it cost me to keep them safe?

He honestly had no clue what Blake had in store for him. Surely the human didn't expect Kurama to shack up with him in some hotel? Or did he? Blake could argue that he'd won that right by winning the drinking contest, but he'd only won through the forfeit of all the other players; was the bet still on? Kurama refused to allow himself to be further swept up in this foolish competition.

He would just have to hope that Blake would go easy on him.

Chilly night air hit Kurama's cheeks sharply as Blake swung that bar exit open, waving the kitsune out. The red-haired demon was reluctant to leave the warmth and safety of the bar, but the look in Blake's eyes said he had no objections to dragging Kurama out by force. He took a step outside, wishing for a streetlamp…car headlights…anything to break the eerie darkness around them.

Hiroshima might as well have been a ghost city this time of night, especially in the rough neighborhood that housed the little bar. The few people that bothered to scratch a living out of this desolate area had long since barred their windows for the night. Kurama crossed his arms over his chest for warmth and gazed up at the ink-black night sky, wishing for even a single star to shine through the darkness.

A small noise behind him startled Kurama into whirling around. His emerald eyes found Blake's silhouette easily in the dark; the blond had turned the corner into the alleyway next to the bar and was now leaning against the cold brick. Kurama hesitated for a fraction of a second before making his way over to the beautiful man.

"Blake, we shouldn't be out here in the cold. Why don't we go back inside and—" The second the kitsune was within reach, Blake suddenly grabbed his forearm and pulled him into a deep kiss. Kurama was too shocked at first to notice anything more than the closeness of Blake's body and the heat of his lips. Electricity seemed to be charging through his veins as the foreigner thoroughly kissed him.

It was a moment before Kurama could sort through his thoughts well enough to make them coherent. Am I actually…enjoying this? A shiver of fear ran down his spine as Kurama wondered if his body would betray him, but then a brief image flashed before his closed eyes. Hiei's face, pale and smooth as ivory, came into the kitsune's mind, his red eyes shinning like molten flames. The sight jolted Kurama out of his shock. That's why I didn't pull away; I'm still thinking of Hiei.

Kurama tore himself from Blake's grasp, panting and gasping. "Don't ever touch me like that again, Blake. I only think of Hiei when you do." A snarl sounded from somewhere nearby, and Kurama assumed it was from Blake.

"We had an agreement, you little whore. You're mine for the rest of the night."

Kurama bit his lip to keep himself from turning on the human as his patience ran dry. He shook his head slowly, still bent over, though his breathing had returned to normal. "I don't belong to anyone, least of all you. You only won that drinking contest because I forced my friends to forfeit. You had help, and that means you didn't really win."

"I beg to differ." Blake's voice had become as cold as the air around them. Kurama fought the urge to look at the beautiful man; it would only egg him on to know he had Kurama's attention. "I don't care how I won or because of whom. Winning is winning, and if that little black-haired runt had won I'm sure you would have handed yourself over like the hunk of meat you are."

Kurama flinched at the man's harsh words. It's not true. I would never just hand myself over like that… But even as the thought entered his head, another image of Hiei appeared as if to counteract it. Kurama knew in that moment that what he felt for Hiei was more than just a simple crush. He desired the demon, body and soul. As much as he wanted to deny it, if Kurama had the chance he would offer himself willingly to his best friend.

Kurama hung his head in a mixture of confusion and shame. He could remember just a few hours earlier when he'd almost fallen for Blake's charms, appalled as he'd been by them. He could remember how much he'd wanted to be wanted. Do I really have feelings for Hiei, or am I just looking for anyone who will accept me?

Before Kurama could answer his own silent question, a pair of strong arms suddenly seized him again. Kurama gasped as he realized it was not Blake holding him this time. A figure had appeared from the dark as if by magic, and another figure quickly followed it, helping to hold a struggling Kurama against the alley wall.

"Aki, Tohru, you're timing is amazing as always," Blake purred, smirking at Kurama. The kitsune turned his eyes to his captors and immediately recognized the two men as the ones who had accompanied Blake when he'd first arrived. Kurama's eyes widened as realization dawned on him.

"You were waiting here the whole time!" Kurama cried out, too stunned to even continue struggling. "Blake told you to wait outside while he focused on luring me out!" Neither of the two men answered his question, but Kurama noticed that they both looked painfully sober compared to how they'd been in the bar. Their drunk act must have been a ploy to make them seem harmless. I dismissed them almost immediately, since it seemed they could pose no threat.

Kurama shook his head, as the full weight of Blake's plan seemed to settle on his chest.

"Have you figured it out yet, honey bunch?" Blake's voice had been coated in warm oil. "Our bet wasn't the only one going on here tonight. My friends and I like to play a little game with the people who come to this hellhole of a bar. Every now and then, when we see a pretty one, we like to see how long it takes for them to fall for my charms. Then, once we've pulled them away from their friends, we get to have a little fun for the rest of the night." Blake licked his lips, smirking. "The game is even more entertaining when they show up with someone else. I do love tearing devoted couples apart."

Kurama's heart had gone dead cold in his chest. Poor Hiei…what have I done to him? I made us both fall right into Blake's sick hands. That's why we kept sensing something wrong with Blake! He was plotting against us all along.

Once again, Kurama tried to free himself from the grips of Aki and Tohru. He had the strength to do so, thanks to his demon side, but that would most likely result in him ripping the two ningen-tachi apart. His human form just wasn't strong enough to battle them both off at once, and he couldn't use his demon powers without causing some serious damage. Not to mention, the effects of the drinking contest were still coursing through his veins. Kurama's vision and reaction times were definitely not at their best.

Before he could come up with another plan, Blake moved in on him, their faces nearly touching.

"There's one question left that I'm surprised you haven't asked, sweetheart," Blake cooed in Kurama's ear, making him shiver with unwanted pleasure. Even if he detested Blake, the man was still an obviously skilled lover.

"And what question might that be?" Kurama asked through gritted teeth, dreading the answer.

"You are yet to ask me what I plan to do to you." As he said this, Blake lifted one hand and brushed it against Kurama's cheek.

The kitsune was about to protest this contact, when suddenly Blake's hand slid lower. It trailed down the curve of his neck and all the way past his collarbone and chest. Kurama watched the hand's slow journey as if it were happening to someone else, and he was dimply aware of Aki and Tohru watching as raptly as he.

Blake stepped closer to Kurama; his hand stopped at the kitsune's waist long enough to undo the button on his pants. The fox's nose was now filled with his scent; his heart fluttered with panic as he wondered what Blake would do next. Kurama jerked with surprise as hot kisses were placed along his collarbone and neck. Aki and Tohru had apparently decided to join in on the fun. What are they going to do to me? Kurama wondered frantically.

He got his answer when Blake's hand suddenly slipped into his pants and ghosted over a part of him that had never before been touched by someone else. Kurama's breath hitched in his throat as a sick sense of pleasure washed through him. His body liked the feel of Blake's skilled hands stroking him, but his mind wanted to vomit at the mere thought.

Kurama shut his eyes and tried to close out the feeling of the three men molesting him, but his shame would not let him escape. He was acutely aware of every caress, kiss, and moan that came from his assailants. He could feel his clothes being pulled from his body; he could feel the arousal of the men around him as they pressed their bodies roughly to his, seeking any pleasure they could get from his still form.

"Stop…" Kurama gasped heavily. "You can't do this…I don't want you to…"

"It doesn't seem that way to us," Blake purred, rubbing Kurama's arousal harder until the kitsune was forced to moan. Disgust washed through Kurama like a heavy, oppressive blanket. He couldn't stand himself for enjoying this when he was supposedly in love with another, even if he wasn't enjoying it by choice.

Kurama was one second away from calling on his rose whip and ending this humiliation—regardless of the consequences—when a shadow was suddenly cast over them all. Kurama's eyes popped open just in time to watch as Aki and Tohru were suddenly thrown off him. Blake backed away slowly, eyes open in bewilderment, before he turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could in another direction. Aki and Tohru weren't long in following him once they'd recovered.

Kurama stood there, dazed and disgusted with himself, trying to pull his clothes back together from where his would-be rapists had been yanking them off. His eyes searched the darkness for the source of whatever had saved him. Finally, they settled on one patch of shadow that was slightly darker than the rest.

"H-Hiei?" Kurama whispered, knowing he needn't speak any louder for the demon to hear him.

The koorime stepped forward from the shadows, watching Kurama carefully. The fox tried to force himself to meet Hiei's gaze, but after what had just happened he couldn't even lift his head.

"Hiei, I'm so sorry." His voice trembled as he spoke. "I didn't want them to touch me that way…I just kept thinking of you…" Kurama stopped speaking as he realized what he'd said. There could be no more mistaking his feelings towards the other demon.

Kurama watched his friend anxiously for any sign of a reaction. Hiei remained utterly silent but began sauntering towards the kitsune. Dark red eyes became locked on emerald ones as the two demons considered each other.

Hiei didn't stop approaching until he was directly before Kurama, as close as Blake had been a few moments before. Kurama shivered at the strange feelings flooding through him. As much as Blake had been skilled enough to bring him pleasure, Hiei seemed to be able to do it just from being near him. I guess that's the difference between forced love and real love, Kurama thought, smiling softly as he caught the twinkle in his best friend's eyes.

"Hiei…I love you." Kurama jumped at these words, belatedly realizing that they'd come from him. Hiei remained silent for a long moment, and Kurama began to fear that his friend's answer would not be the one he wanted.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the koorime's face broke into a grin. He leaned forward and captured Kurama's lips with his own. The kitsune gasped as Hiei pressed their bodies together, molding them into one. A new pleasure coursed through him, one that was infinitely sweeter than he'd ever thought possible. Before he could realize what he was doing, he grabbed Hiei's hand and pulled him away from the bar.

"Where are we going?" Hiei asked in a husky voice, sending chills down Kurama's spine. The kitsune smiled at him seductively. "I've decided you were the winner of our drinking contest. That means you get to take me home for the night."

To be continued…

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