Hooray! Yet another chapter of the messed up 'Lovers' trilogy! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this late holiday gift of Chapter 4 of 'Vengeful Lovers'! Happy Holidays all!!!

::Disclaimer:: Sup? Yea, I know, I know. I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho...blah!!

Chapter 4

Another typical lonely night for the Spirit Detective, sitting on his bed and throwing a tennis ball absentmindedly against his wall, the stench of liquor still plastered on his walls, though his mother had long since retreated to the sanctuary she called the local bar.

"Kaeko's with her friends, Kuwabara is with Yukina...Hell, I'd be as desperate as to hang with Koenma...but he's got some 'business'." Yusuke frowned, the ball suddenly bouncing back and hitting its' master square in the forehead. Yusuke seemed to laugh it off, his head hitting the pillow with a soft thud.

"Hn. Seems like no fun without your new toy...huh, Yusuke?" He recognized that voice. Yusuke shot up and saw the kitsune, his crimson hair blazing in the dim light of the moon. His lips twisted into a little smirk as Yusuke chuckled nervously, looking up to his friend, or who he thought was a friend.

"K-kurama...I-I didn't see you come in." He smiled wearily as the kitsune stepped forward, inching Yusuke closer and closer back until he hit the cold wall. His back arched, the Spirit Detective trembled as Kurama pushed himself up against Yusuke.

"I have my ways of just," He forced his midsection into Yusuke's. "Sneaking up on people." Kurama snickered and looked deeply into the other's dark eyes, which reminded him so much of his 'lover's', silent, though telling a story that was unforgettable. Yusuke looked into the hazed jade with fear in his chocolate orbs.

"K-kurama....?"

"I saw you with Hiei this afternoon...Seems odd, doesn't it? The way he's acting, I mean."

"It is...but..."

"And, I mean...he's never actually forced himself on you like he did, did he?"

"How do you know about th--?!"

"I know everything, Yusuke..." Kurama hissed, reaching to his side and digging deep into his pocket. "I thought you would have realized this by now, but the price of making me angry is heavy." His rigid hand returned with a silver blade, glistening demonically. Yusuke's eyes widened as Kurama brought the knife to his victim's silken cheek, running the dull side along the sweat drenched skin. "Theft is punishable by death, Yusuke. You do know that, don't you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Yusuke forced his body up against Kurama's, only to have it slammed back to its' place on the wall, his face sliced with the blade and bleed a heavy crimson liquid.

The kitsune laughed and pressed his body harder against the one who attempted to fight back. "Pitiful." He muttered, moving the now bloodied knife from Yusuke's cheek to his throat, the blade just violently tickling his Adam's Apple. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, fool. You've stolen a kiss from my lover, and I intend to take it back." With that, Kurama brought his lips violently to Yusuke's, the Spirit Detective fighting this forceful kiss. As their lips parted, Yusuke looked to Kurama's hair, noticing a few ashen streaks blending with the flaring scarlet. He cocked an eyebrow as Kurama looked to his victim with a grin. "Now that I have taken back what was mine, it's time for you to die."

"WH--?" Before he could finish his sentence, Yusuke's throat had been slashed, the thick crimson blood bubbling from the ear to ear gash. The body dropped and laid contortedly amongst the river of red. He kneeled down, tracing little shapes in to the pool, bringing his finger to his lips and licking the bitter sweet blood.

"Foolish being...he didn't honestly think he could get away with what he did, did he?" The ashen strands of hair grew as he leapt off, leaving the fallen body to rest in a hellish paradise of deceit.