Yusuke's hands caressed his body, pulling new sensations he never thought he'd ever experience from deep within him. He could feel himself shiver under those expert hands as brown eyes burned into his very soul. But there were too many hands, more than just Yusuke could have. He looked down but couldn't see the other, they were behind him, but their hands caressed him with the same knowledge. His head came up and his lips were claimed possessively by the brunet vampire, his lips being opened by Yusuke's fangs.

Hiei sat up, gasping, shaking, a cold sweat covering his body. A moment later, before he'd oriented himself to where he was, a loud noise shattered the stillness. Before he was fully aware of what he was doing, his gun was in his hand, pointing at the source of the noise. It was a moment before he realized he was pointing the gun at his alarm clock and a longer time before he remembered why he'd set it in the first place. His body wilted as he relaxed, the tension draining from him, leaving him shaking. He was more glad than he could have said that no one else had witnessed his loss of control. Irritably, he turned off the alarm and slid out of bed. He went into the bathroom to wash his face and his reflection looked haunted to his eyes. His fingers lingered on his lips. He could almost feel where Yusuke's fangs had broken the surface of his skin. The dream had been too vivid. He wondered if it was giving into his fantasy before he went to bed or Yusuke's doing. A scowl crossed his face, probably both. He didn't like that answer, but he knew if he just accused Yusuke of messing with his head, the vampire would want to know the details and then he'd know how much Hiei wanted what he'd dreamed about. That wouldn't work. It couldn't.

He pulled on a black pair of jeans and black button up shirt. Since he wasn't working, he could dress as he liked. He liked black. It allowed him to hide. He put on his holster, checked the safety on his gun before sliding it in. He had flicked off the safety when he'd pulled it. That worried him and comforted him. Worried him that he could kill someone before he was full awake, comforted him that he could defend himself before he was awake. After strapping his knife sheaths to his wrists, he pulled on a black leather jacket even though it was a little warm for it. Better to sweat a little than scare everyone with the sight of a gun.

As he was locking his front door, Yukina came out of her apartment, kitten perched on her shoulder. "Going to see the sweet redhead?" she asked.

"No, I have business to take care of tonight," Hiei answered, his voice pleasant.

"He said he was a business associate, Hiei. What kind of business?"

Hiei sighed, "His boss wants me to take care of a problem for him."

"You're not in trouble, are you?" Yukina's hand went to caress the fluff on her shoulder. The cat's eyes were green, more yellow than Kurama's, but reminded him of the redhead and his ability to scent a lie.

"No, not me, Yukina."

"Is he? That sweet boy, is he in trouble?"

Hiei almost choked on the 'sweet boy,' but hedged his answer, "I can't really say one way or the other."

Yukina stepped forward, laying her hand on his arm. Hiei tensed. He didn't like being touched. "Hiei, he is a nice boy. He's afraid of something. Help him." Her eyes weren't quite focused on him.

Hiei stepped away from Yukina as quickly as he could, trying not to seem like he was running from her. "I'm going to help him," he told her, more uncomfortable than he wanted to admit with the way she looked at him.

"Good," she murmured. Her eyes slid back into focus and she blinked at him, "I'm sorry, did I do it again?"

"It?" Hiei asked.

She waved her hand, laughing a little, "It's okay. I guess I did it. Sometimes I say strange things. Don't worry about it. Have a good night." She went back into her apartment, the kitten still looking at Hiei until she closed the door.

Hiei shook his head and tried to clear Yukina's eyes from his head, tried to clear the kitten's eyes from his head. He managed to walk down the stairs at a normal pace. When he reached his car, he looked at the sky. The sun was just setting, the sky orange and red. Nothing really spectacular about the sunset, but Hiei watched until the sky faded to purply blue. With a sigh, he opened his car door and drove to the café.

Yusuke and Kurama were waiting for him outside the café. Their outfits gave Hiei pause a moment. Yusuke was dressed in something straight out of the 16th century. He had a short black jacket over a vividly white shirt with lacy cuffs. Strangely, the lace didn't look at all feminine on him. His pants were black, so tight they looked painted on and vanished into black knee boots. A cape draped over one shoulder, ending just above his ass. Hiei frowned at that last observation. Kurama's outfit was more and less obscene. He was wearing what looked like a leotard, mostly blue, a soldier's costume from the Nutcracker, or something like that. Though it covered him fully from the neck down, it seemed almost as if he were wearing nothing. Hiei felt warm as they approached his car.

Kurama opened the door, Yusuke standing behind him, his eyes on the redhead's body. "We need to go where the council is meeting. Will you drive us?"

Hiei forced his eyes forward, "I'm here. I gave up the option of refusing you help facing the other masters." His voice was bitter.

Kurama knelt on the seat. "Hiei," he murmured, laying his hand on the slayer's arm lightly.

"Yukina told me you were afraid and needed help, Kurama." Hiei still stared through the windshield.

Kurama leaned back on his heels, surprised. "She's right."

"I know that already. I told her I would help you. I told you I would help you. Let's go."

Kurama slid out of the seat and worked the mechanism that made it fold forward. He climbed into the back, pulling the seat up behind him. Yusuke took the passenger seat and Kurama slid the seatbelt over his body. When the master looked over his shoulder, Kurama replied, "Hiei won't drive if you don't wear it, Master."

"And here I thought you wanted an excuse to run your hands over me," Yusuke returned so softly, Hiei almost missed the words. He almost wished he had.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kurama's hand slide down Yusuke's body as the redhead replied at the same volume, "I didn't know I needed one, Master." Hiei closed his eyes when the hand reached Yusuke's waist band, though that didn't stop him from seeing the redhead's hand caressing Yusuke, didn't stop his hand from itching to do the same. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to clear his mind.

"Hiei, do you plan on driving with your eyes closed?" Yusuke's voice was amused. Involuntarily, Hiei looked over. Kurama was sitting back in his seat, belted in, almost looking innocent. Yusuke's face matched his tone.

"What's with the costumes?" Hiei asked, trying to distract someone, he wasn't sure whom, from his discomfiture.

"It's expected. If we had time, I'd see you dressed more properly." Yusuke's tone was suggestive, beyond suggestive.

"What do you mean, 'more properly'?" Hiei growled out, trying to suppress the surge that coursed though his body.

Yusuke leaned closer to Hiei, "We dress to show we remember where we came from, to show our power, our wealth, our strength." His voice traveled through Hiei's body, darkly hinting at what could be done.

Hiei's hands tightened around the steering wheel. "Sorry to disappoint you. This is who I am, what I wear." He was relieved his voice was steady. His stomach wasn't, nor was his heart. Both fluttered like trapped butterflies in his body. He could feel and hear Yusuke breathing next to his ear. It was all he could do not to shrink away or melt into the master. He hated his body was betraying him, but was relieved he had some control.

Yusuke pulled back, chuckling slightly, "As much as I'd love to see which of us has more will power, omoimono, we must be going."

Hiei relaxed slightly, feeling he had won something. Not much, but something in him released. "Where are we going?"

"The fair grounds," Kurama answered.

Hiei's head went round to look at the redhead. "The fair grounds?" he repeated, incredulous. They were in the center of the city, surrounded by houses and industrial park. This time of year, they were mostly used by teenagers who didn't want to get caught doing whatever it was they did there, and the activities were many and varied. Vampires there had a ready source of food.

"The children have been frightened away, omoimono," Yusuke's voice was bland.

Hiei'd run across a few of those who frequented the grounds. They didn't frighten easily, if at all. There were even a few that managed to intimidate him. His eyes were wide as he looked at the master of the city, "If they were…"

"None of them were harmed, omoimono. Not all humans are immune to our eyes, you know this." Hiei glanced at Kurama and the redhead nodded solemnly. Yusuke spoke again, "We do have a deadline, omoimono."

Hiei shivered at the choice of words. "When do we need to be there?" That would influence his choice of paths. Traffic this time of day could be a nightmare.

"We have an hour, omoimono."

"Could you not call me that," Hiei groused as he turned over his other shoulder to back the car out of the parking spot he'd taken.

"What would you prefer, then? Koibitto? Meshi? Joufu? Iro?"

Hiei growled, "My name would be good." He was tempted to say "meshi," owner, master, lover, god, though. To have Yusuke call him that may be worthwhile. "Joufu" was completely out. He was not a prostitute.

"Not in front of the council."

"Why?" Hiei was liking the council less and less.

"What I call you is a reflection of our relationship, omoimono. Were I to call you by your name, they would know that you are not fully my servant."

"You call Kurama by his name," Hiei pointed out, somehow feeling like a five year old as he did.

"I am a vampire, called by Yusuke. My relationship with him is never questioned. I don't matter to the council." Hiei glanced at the redhead in the rearview mirror as he drove. Before he could say anything, Kurama continued, "I know my Master feels differently and that is what matters, Hiei. Don't let them get to you."

Yusuke continued, "There will be seven there, the three challenging and four witnesses. I suggest you keep your temper under control, omoimono. It would hardly do for you to call me a 'fucking bastard' in front of the council."

They stopped at a light and Hiei glanced at Yusuke. He saw something that unnerved him. Yusuke looked a touch frightened, smoothing down his shirt and jacket. Hiei's eyes glanced back at Kurama and the redhead was looking out the window, his lip between his teeth. They were both afraid. He could almost feel their fear creeping along his skin. He felt an overwhelming desire to comfort them. He reached a hand out to Yusuke, touching his arm. Yusuke looked at him, a little surprised. "I'll behave, okay?" The light turned and Hiei was forced to return his attention to the road.

Yusuke's voice was almost a physical experience, caressing Hiei's entire body, "Thank you, Hiei."

Hiei felt a kick that was becoming too familiar around the brunet. He was glad that Yusuke hadn't returned the touch. He might have lost control of the vehicle if he had. He tried to breathe deeply without being obvious about it. He made the mistake of looking in the review mirror. Kurama was smiling at him. That flustered him more than he cared for.

"Hiei, the light," Yusuke pointed out and Hiei had to slam on the brakes to avoid running through a red light. Hiei glared at the light as if it had caused his distraction and Yusuke's voice continued, amused, "If you're that flustered, omoimono, then maybe it is a bad idea for you to continue to deny what you want."

"What the fuck do you know about what I want?" Hiei growled, his eyes remaining focused on the light, willing it to change quickly.

Yusuke leaned closer to the necromancer, "I know you want us, I can feel it in your eyes every time you look at us." His breath ghosted over Hiei's neck, "I can smell your desire, omoimono." Yusuke tipped his head back, continuing to hover over Hiei's neck, "I can see your skin reacting to just this, Hiei. You want me to touch you, to take you. You want Kurama's touch as well. You want to know what it feels like, to be taken by us. What can we do to you?"

Hiei was trembling, his hands white knuckled on the steering wheel. "Get back or I'll pull the gun on you," he growled, his voice shaky.

Yusuke continued to hover a moment longer, "You may pull it, Hiei, but you won't use it on me." He breathed deeply once more, taking in Hiei's scent and then allowing his breath to caress the necromancer's neck again before he sat back.

Hiei's body was shaking so badly he had trouble finding the gas pedal when the light turned green. The car behind him became impatient and Kurama murmured, "Perhaps it would be wise if my Master did not tease his omoimono anymore until after we meet the council." Hiei doubted he could feel any more grateful to the redhead.

Yusuke looked over his shoulder at Kurama. "And after we meet the council?"

Kurama smiled and Hiei caught the expression in the mirror. It was more of a physical experience than Yusuke's breath on his neck, "After, Master, this one requests his Master's permission to aid his Master in anyway his Master sees fit."

"No more talking!" Hiei didn't want to hear Yusuke's answer to that. He turned on the radio. Music of some unidentifiable genre blared from the speakers, causing all the car's passengers to wince. Quickly, Hiei lowered the volume to tolerable and changed the station to one that played classic rock. He actually had probably never used the radio before. But, he needed a distraction from his passengers. He studiously ignored his passengers the rest of the way to the fairgrounds. He didn't see Yusuke's arm slide behind his seat to caress Kurama's leg. He didn't see Kurama's hand sneak over the seat to rub Yusuke's neck. He didn't see any of it and he didn't want them to touch him. He didn't. Or so he kept telling himself. The truth was he was too aware of these small motions, too aware of their breathing, too aware of their very presence and it disturbed him greatly.

They drove with only the sound of the radio the rest of the way to the fairgrounds. As Hiei was pulling into the parking lot, Yusuke turned off the radio. When the necromancer glared at him, he said, "Hiei, when we're in front of the council, you need to act as my servant. That includes allowing me to touch you."

Hiei shifted the car into park and cut the engine before he answered, "I know. I don't like it, but I know."

Yusuke began, "You could…"

"I don't want to hear it right now, Yusuke." Hiei took a deep breath before turning to look at the vampire, "I'm not going to deal with that tonight. I said I'd behave. I meant it. Leave it at that tonight."

Yusuke nodded, "For tonight, it will be left at a show for the council. But, I need you to act as if it were something you were used to. You need to give into your fantasies for us tonight, Hiei. Let yourself act the way you want to around us." His eyes were serious, no lust clouding them.

Kurama slid forward in his seat, "We won't press you tonight. We'll behave. Please, Hiei."

Hiei looked into those pleading green eyes and could see fear lurking in their depths. He looked again into Yusuke's brown eyes and could see the same terror hidden beneath their calm surface. His stomach tight, he brought his hand up and laid it on Kurama's cheek, his arm at an awkward angle in the car. The redhead nuzzled into his hand, holding it to his cheek lightly with one hand, his eyes focused on Hiei's. "For tonight," he murmured, "I will be yours."

Yusuke's hand came to Hiei's cheek gently, "And mine?"

Hiei leaned into the touch. "And yours," he agreed, "but, don't expect me to call you master."

Yusuke laughed, "That was Kurama's choice, not mine. You can call me whatever you'd like."

"Except fucking bastard," Hiei countered, leaning into Yusuke's touch more. He didn't have words to describe how touching both the vampires felt. Good was a gross understatement.

"For tonight, that's out, and anything related to it." Yusuke trailed his hand off Hiei's cheek, his fingers lingering, tracing a path to the necromancer's lips. Hiei's eyes were dark as he watched Yusuke's face. "May I?" he asked huskily.

Hiei nodded, his throat so tight he was having trouble breathing around the pulse in his neck. Yusuke leaned in slowly, still giving him a chance to move away, his hand sliding back onto the cheek it'd just left. Very lightly, Yusuke flicked his tongue along Hiei's lips before bringing their mouths together more firmly than the night before. The kiss was just more than chaste but it set Hiei's heart racing. He felt Kurama's face slide out of his hand and the redhead's lips against his palm. Hiei's body was alive with fine tremors as his breath shuddered past the lips Yusuke had freed.

Yusuke reached over his seat and took Hiei's hand from Kurama. "If we don't go now, Hiei…" he let the words trail off.

Hiei shook himself, looking at both the vampires, trying to dredge up some of his anger, his hatred at them but it wouldn't come. All he could feel is need. It was more than lust. He needed them. He didn't like it. His hand shook as he opened his door and he forced his mind away from the two with him to the ones they'd be facing. He could build the anger he needed to be in control of himself by thinking of those vampires. Yusuke slid gracefully out of the car and Kurama freed himself from the backseat with more aplomb than if he'd been walking down some red carpet. They almost made Hiei feel clumsy. He saw Yusuke gesturing him over and he moved quickly, keeping his mind focused on the other vampires they'd face tonight. He couldn't afford to think of the ones he was with.

It became more difficult when Yusuke began fussing with his jacket, adjusting the way it sat on his shoulders and running his fingers through the wild hair, trying to tame it. Hiei was about to protest when Yusuke laid a finger across his lips. "They're watching." Hiei swallowed his comments, nodding slightly. Yusuke continued to try and smooth his hair. "Do you always look like you've stuck your finger in a light socket?" he asked, his tone light.

"I haven't found anything to tame it, yet," Hiei answered.

Yusuke's hands trailed along Hiei's face, reluctant to loose contact with the slayer. "I suppose it will have to do." He turned and began walking across the parking lot. Frowning, Hiei fell into step behind him, keeping his eyes anywhere but the brunet vampire. He could hear Kurama following him. Hiei's stomach was tight as they walked through the turnstiles into the fairground proper.

A/N: Poor poor Hiei...carte blanche to act out his fantasies and the vampires promise not to press him...oh, my oh my...what will happen? I know...but then, I'm working on chapter 9 at the moment...evil of me, no? As always, teasers at my livejournal (hcolleen(dot)livejournal(dot)com) if you're ineterested. I love the feed back...I love reviews, too! Love love love 'em...wish I could answer each one, but, alas, ff does not allow this. But, please do know I get each one and enjoy each one. Oh, yeah, koibitto, meshi, joufu and iro all mean "lover" but have different connotations...meshi and joufu were given above (master, god etc. and prostitute repectively), koibitto implies a dating realtionship...I'm not sure about iro because the only translation given is "lover" Enjoy, watashi no saiai (my beloved) and feed the muse with that little button and a few kind words ;)