As Hiei was walking up the stairs to his building, his pager went off. "Fuck," he swore aloud as he read the number. Kuwabara was paging him. He'd almost forgotten about the corpse that started the whole night. He didn't want to deal with anyone else right now. But, if he didn't answer the page, the detective had every right to force Hiei cooperate.
"Jaganshi, get your ass down here and give your statement. I know you've been finished with work for several hours now."
"I was busy."
"I bet," Kuwabara's voice was heavy with insinuation.
"She dumped me," Hiei countered, unsure exactly why.
"Why? What'd you do to screw this one up, Jaganshi?"
"Stood her up three times in one week."
"Can't say I blame her, then. What were you doing, then?"
"Being harassed by the master of the city."
"What's his name?" Kuwabara had been after the name of the master since he found out Hiei knew it. He wanted a contact in case of more vampire murders.
"Until he contacts you himself and tells you, what makes you think I'm gonna tell you?" Hiei didn't know why he was protecting Yusuke from Kuwabara, he just did it. "Besides, monsters won't talk to cops. To many years of kill on sight, you know that."
Kuwabara let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh. "He give you a name?"
"No. Just the same old song and dance." No point telling Kuwabara he was now bound, somehow, to Yusuke. No point in that at all. It would just piss Kuwabara off, he was sure.
"Get down to the station." With that, Kuwabara hung up. Hiei pulled a wry face at the phone before hanging it up.
Hiei depressed the button on the phone and dialed work. No time like the present to give Genkai the good news. And, this time of day, he'd get the answering machine, no need to talk to her directly. He could sleep with a clean conscious when he finally got home. Or mostly clean. He was still uneasy about allowing Yusuke to mark him. After the beep that marked the end of the too long message, he said, "Vampire business tonight. Can't come in." He hung up and left quickly.
He didn't spend too long at the station, much to his relief. Kuwabara had filled out most of the paperwork already, based off what Hiei had already told him. The detective did try to get more information about the master of the city, but Hiei wouldn't budge. After about an hour of questioning and paperwork, Hiei was heading home.
As he was driving, his pager went off again. He growled when he saw it was Genkai. She knew she couldn't do anything about vampire business. He was the state's only licensed executioner, mostly because he was the only one to survive. He decided to ignore her. It would have worked, if he hadn't answered the phone when it rang a moment after he arrived home.
"What do you mean, 'vampire business'? There are no orders of execution issued." Her voice could cut ice.
Hiei could feel the tension building between his shoulders. "There are other types of vampire business. The police have a couple of vampire murders on their hands."
"Why didn't you say police business, then?"
"Because you'd argue with me about that," he countered, mentally adding, 'you old hag.'
"When are you going to be finished?"
"I don't know."
"You like your job?" she threatened.
"You find someone to take my place?" He hated playing this card, but he was the best. He'd been offered job with very nice compensation at other companies. The ability to raise the dead was a rare one. His strength was even rarer. That he knew of, there was only one other zombie raiser who could do three a night.
Genkai was forced to growl in the phone, not having an answer to that question that made her happy. "Fine. Call me tomorrow and let me know where things stand." The line went dead.
Hiei leaned his forehead against the wall. This night was too long. He needed to relax. Stripping off his jacket, he decided a shower would be a good idea. He could feel his muscles relaxing at the thought of the warm water running down his body. He removed his holster, putting his gun in a holster specially made to fit his headboard and then pulled off his shirt. The next to come off were the knives and then his belt. He pulled off his shoes and walked into the bathroom. He caught his reflection, something he usually ignored, but for some reason he felt drawn to look at it today. He traced a finger along his collarbone, a knot of scar tissue marking where a vampire had broken it. The vampire had died not long after. His chest had multiple scratch scars and a large bite mark over his heart. A vampire had decided it would remove his heart the hard way. It had lost its head in the process. He had another scar across his stomach. It was actually a mass of scars so close together they'd blended into one mass of scar tissue. They were what remained of the attack on his parents. The revenants had tried to hold him down, tried to draw his blood out through the large veins in his abdomen, not caring what they had to go through to get to them. He remembered being pinned to the ground and nothing else until the cops were there. He sighed, shaking his head to clear the long buried memories. His hand lingered on the scars as he remembered Kurama telling him Bui would be one of the masters they would face. He'd get retribution for his parents, for his scars. He sighed again, this time a smile crossing his lips. There was nothing pleasant in that smile. It was a hunter's expression. If they were telling him the truth, then, maybe, dealing with the master of the city would be worth it.
His thought still on the deal he'd made, he pushed his pants off his hips and stepped into the tub, turning on the water. Not that it was much of a deal, really. Now that he thought about it, he'd been screwed. For the opportunity to fight and kill Bui, he'd joined with the devil. He sighed again, disgusted with himself. He'd let his emotions carry him away. But, Kurama's fear had been almost palpable. And Yusuke seemed afraid, as well. But, they were… His mind couldn't finish the sentence. He knew it wasn't true anymore. His mind went to Kurama comforting him as he spoke of his family. Yes, the redhead had kissed him, but he hadn't pressed his advantage. It was the kind of kiss you'd give to someone in pain, not to someone you wanted to bed. But the warmth that spread through his body, and was spreading again, wasn't from that compassionate gesture. As the warm water pounded on his back, his mind began to wander from Bui and revenge to the redhead and his master.
Hiei let his head fall back, the water catching his hair, pulling it away from his face. His eyes were closed and he could feel lips against his forehead, where both Kurama and Yusuke had kissed him. His mind turned the water cascading down his body, over his shoulders and arms into Yusuke's body, behind him, holding him. The trickles of water that wandered down his face became Kurama's lips. He allowed himself to get lost in his fantasy, letting his body react as it would. His hands came up to his face, touching first where he'd been kissed then tracing his face. The wet digits found their way into his mouth, playing with his tongue a moment before wandering down his jaw and neck. Curiously, Hiei scraped his fingernails against his pulse, drawing a gasp from his lips. His body was swaying lightly, almost held up by the press of the water against him. His other hand joined the one traveling his body, caressing his chest, lightly tracing the edges of the scars where they were more sensitive. His head fell forward, the water beating against the back of his neck. A groan worked its way up his chest and out of his throat when his fingers found his nipples. His head went back again as he pinched and twisted the sensitive nubs.
The additional water running down his body made him very aware of the heavy weight of his erection as the water flowed around the base of it. One hand traveled downwards, caressing his abdomen before wrapping firmly around his shaft. In his mind, it was the redhead's mouth instead of his hand. His knees buckled and he fell to them, the hand still on his chest going to the shower floor to hold him upright. By some accident of fate, the shower hit his back and the water flowed thickly down the crack of his ass, caressing his hidden entrance with its warmth. A gasp escaped his mouth as he rocked into his hand, the redhead's body, feeling Yusuke behind him. Faster and faster, he pumped himself, his fantasy becoming more and more real, until the barrier between reality and fantasy shattered in a mind numbing orgasm.
The water was still warm on his back when Hiei's mind agreed to return to his body. He was sitting on his heels, his upper body draped over his legs, panting. Both hands rested lightly on the tub, all evidence of his lack of control washed away by the merciful water. But, that water could not erase the memory of his fantasy. He'd never even fantasized about Keiko so vividly and she had been his girlfriend. He thought briefly about blaming Yusuke, but remembered blaming the redhead and then being put in his place. They hadn't done this to him. He'd done it to himself.
With a disgusted sigh, he pushed himself upright and quickly washed his hair before leaving the shower. So much for the shower relaxing him. Though, and he refused to admit this, he did feel more relaxed. He pulled on a t-shirt and loose sleeping pants before crawling into his bed. He set the alarm to wake him an hour before sunset and fell asleep quickly.
A/N: Well, couple of things...aff isn't letting me update there, so I left a note on my livejournal and my addicts...errr...friends ;) couldn't do without updates. The next 4 chapters aren't going to need editing, so they'd be the same here or at aff, just with slightly different author's notes (since ff doesn't allow responses to reviews which are fun). Anyways...I didn't edit this chapter and maybe I should have, but why mess with one or two paragraphs? He was alone after all.
