The Aftermath
Yusuke awoke that next morning in confusion. He wasn't in this bedroom, and there was something red in his field of vision. That triggered his memory of the night before. A smile curved across his face, and he tightened his arms around the slender body in bed with him.
He was just contemplating drifting back to sleep when there was a knock on the door. "What?" he groaned.
"Um. I'm sorry to uh disturb you, my lord, but you weren't in your room, and Mukuro and her heir are here to discuss border politics with you," Hokushin responded.
"Fucking great," Yusuke muttered. "I'll be there soon," he called back.
Kurama had awoken and heard the exchange. He frowned. "Mukuro and Hiei. Lovely."
"I didn't think Mukuro made visits like this," Yusuke said.
"She does when she has to. She cannot leave something this important up to Hiei's shoddy negotiating skills."
"That makes sense." Yusuke stretched and got out of the bed. "So...we're okay?"
Kurama smiled. "We are. I do not know how long I have admired you, Yusuke, with no idea if it would reciprocated. I cannot say how pleased I am that it is."
Yusuke smiled back. "Good. And just so you know, I didn't start this just so you'd agree to be my consort. I kissed you because I wanted to, and you don't have to agree to the consort thing if you don't want to."
"It means a lot that you would say that, but now, my lord king, you are stuck with me as your consort because I'll allow no one else to touch you."
"I'm okay with that." The king kissed the redhead. "I'm going to go get dressed and go see what our visitors from Alaric have to say. You don't have to come if you don't want to see Hiei yet."
Kurama pulled the other male closer and rested his forehead against his. "I'll go with you. Hiei and I cannot avoid each other forever, and I will not let him make me shirk my duties to you."
"You're so responsible."
"It's a gift. Now go get dressed. Keeping Mukuro waiting is never a good idea."
