[A/N] Soooo I know I had this on Haitus but that simply because I had no idea when I was going to be updating on this. It is, in no way, a dud project. Another 10K+ chappie cuz you know VillageFox doesn't give bitchappies (chapters less than 6K) so, here we go! Enjoy!

Crime Lord and I

Chapter Two "There's an explanation for that..."

Kurama was certain that feeling this relaxed and secure in his current situation was simply absurd, not that it changed anything. He was sitting on Hiei's couch watching the small crime lord sleep while he nursed a cup of tea. Just look at him! Think of all the delicious things you could do if you just let go a little, hmmm? A seductive voice whispered in his head.

Kurama smiled at the tempting. 'Is there anything else you ever think of?'

'Trust me kit, you get old enough, you'll learn to appreciate good sex in a nice package as much as I do.'

Kurama promptly blushed completely from his forehead to the base of his neck 'You don't even know him! How can you be so certain he's good-good sex?' Kurama was fairly certain it was pathetic to stutter even in your own mind.

Youko scoffed. 'Oh he's good. Trust me. There was a pause. Kit, that man, the one that frightens you….'

Kurama stiffened slightly, his eyes not leaving Hiei. He was somehow roped into attending what he found out to be some sort of underworld ball. 'That creepy Sakyo character.' He shuddered for effect.

'You know, should you desire It, I could kill him quickly and you wouldn't even have to bat an eyelash at him again.'

Kurama smiled again. 'No. You promised no more killing. Besides, I don't think Hiei will let anything happen to us, ne?'

'Hmm, I suppose. Especially after our little talk.' The way Youko purred 'talk' made Kurama a bit nervous about just what exactly happened when he was unconscious. 'Just know the offer is there.' Youko suddenly gave an appreciative groan when Hiei turned from his side onto his back. There was the slightest bit of black hair leading from his navel to inside the very low riding sweatpants. A swirling red and black patch of ink climbing over Hiei's right hip and down into those damn sweatpants. The teen shook his head to clear it out. It had been exactly a week with Kurama spending more days than he could ever remember doing a lot of nothing at all. Hiei groaned and scratched his chest lazily as he blinked his eyes open. They were just as red when he was groggy as when he was fully awake.

"What are you staring at?" He asked with a yawn. "You're kind of creepy." Hiei turned back on his side fully prepared to sleep some more.

Kurama rolled his eyes. "Right. Uh, Hiei?" The crime lord pretended to already be asleep. Kurama got up and jumped on the bed startling him right into a pissy mood. "Hiei!"

"What, you goddamn dandelion?" He fixed Kurama with a testy scowl.

There was a slight pause where the redhead ignored the insult and considered how to go about asking what he wanted to. "That, ball thingy is in two days." He stated.

Hiei groaned."Ahh shit, I forgot. Fuck, I really don't want to go to that."

Kurama looked up hopefully, "So we're not going?"

The other, who hadn't been thrilled with Sakyo's forced invitation of Kurama in the first place, deepened his scowl. "No, we have to go. There are people I have to see, threaten and potentially deliver bodily harm to. You know, the usual." At this a toothy smirk appeared.

Kurama sighed, "Well, I don't really have anything to wear…..so I was wondering….if we could go shopping?"

"Hmmm, have you tried the left side of the closet?"

Kurama blinked at that. "The left side?" No he hadn't. The sweatpants he was wearing cropped under his knee and the large white T-shirt were all from the right side. Everything had been from the right side; Hiei's clothes included. "No, what's on the left side?"

"Honestly its full of-" A loud seemingly urgent knock sounded and Hiei rolled his eyes before getting up to answer it. "Yeah?" He asked Toguro standing in the doorway.

"Aka-sama, there seems to be a situation, I'll be in your office."

Hiei's brows furrowed as his second in command walked down the corridor. He turned back to Kurama," I have some business, but go take a look around the right side, it's full of formal looking shit. There may be something you can wear in there." And with that he left. Kurama pouted, not sure why he was upset at Hiei leaving, it wasn't like he had seen much of the red eyed monster anyway. Every time he turned around Hiei had some "business" to attend to. For being such a freaking badass crime lord in such a big organization he sure had a lot of shit to take 'care' of personally. Didn't he have people to do that for him? It sounded like a mess. Kurama stuck his tongue out at the door before stomping his way to the closet.

'Awww, don't be jealous love. I'm sure things will calm down soon, and you can have him all to yourself.' Kurama didn't answer, not being able to tell if Youko was being mocking or sincere. He supposed he shouldn't care either way. Tentatively Kurama turned down the right side of the closet; a small path had clothes hanging on either side and then a large open space made the red head gasp. It was even bigger than the left side, large enough for there to be a small love seat and an area surrounded by angled mirrors. This mansion must have been built for someone seriously wealthy, it made Kurama wonder how it came to be Hiei's. If he dared to admit it, Kurama was in heaven. He hardly ever mentioned how much he loved clothes, fashion and even shopping simply because it further proved the stereotype of his looks. The amount of clothes here seemed endless, rows upon rows of luxury fabrics organized by color or season, he couldn't be sure. He started near his favorite color, green. There were so many shades, patterns and materials. He ran his hand lightly over the line of them glancing at one or another. With a big grin he let himself go and just dug in.

An hour later had Hiei finding a deeply preoccupied and shirtless Kurama as he reorganized the entire left side of his closet according to his fashion doctrine. Hiei just watched for a while before he cleared his throat, scaring the crap out of the younger one. "Having fun?" Hiei had meant it to be snarky but Kurama just pinked ever so slightly and smiled beautifully.

"Yeah," the teen brushed some hair behind his ear bashfully. It was just a bit embarrassing to be caught so deeply into clothes that were predominately for women.

Hiei just chuckled lightly. "Did you find something you want to wear?"

Kurama blinked. Oh yeah, that was what he was supposed to be doing. After a while it had just turned into him reorganizing. "Uh, not yet."

At this Hiei smirked and proclaimed with a snort. "Figures."

The red head narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hiei shrugged, his smirk widening. "That you're just as fem as I thought you were."

Kurama huffed angrily. "I'll have you know there is nothing effeminate about knowing what looks good on you."

"Ha, you're taking longer than a woman in here, Jeez. At least come up with a better excuse than that."

"Just because all of your clothes come in pint size and black doesn't mean everyone else is as fortunate. Some of us have to try on clothes to see how we look."

Hiei growled. "Back to size jokes you testical-lacking asshole."

"Testical-lacking? Says an escaped pre-pubescent, Oompalumpa. Come back when you outgrow the Chocolate Factory!"

"You son of a dyke! Come put your face in my crotch so I can show you pre-pubescence!"

Toguro knocked patiently against the wide, black double doors. He was ready to leave and Aka-sama should have only been a moment to tell his charge of his departure. He was prepared to knock again when heated voices could be heard. He sighed, they were at it again. It had been like this the entire week. They would go a day or so without arguing and then come very near to blows in a matter of minutes. The tall man decided to let himself in. He followed the voices to the closet and rounded the corner just as a hanger came whizzing past his face.

"You mother fucking piece of shit! That just cut me!" The crime lord was yelling as Kurama raised his arm prepared to throw another one.

"And I was aiming low too. Too bad your face is where most people's knees are!"

"Ahhhrghh!" Hiei made to launch himself at the red head but a sharp grasp had him up and under one of Toguro's arms.

The second sighed at Kurama's triumphant face. "Kurama-san, Aka-sama and I will be out on business for a while, we'll be back in time for the ball." He shifted slightly, making light of the squirming enraged mass that was Hiei.

Kurama snorted. "Don't bother."

With that the redhead watched the burly man cart his distraction away and he plopped down in the love seat. "Why is he always such an ass?" He asked the closet.

'Mmmm, I wouldn't say you were Mother Teresa yourself.'

Kurama tossed his hair and began picking up hangers angrily. 'We just don't agree at all. We can barely go a day without hating each other.'

'I beg to differ. You two agree far more than you think.'

'No.' Kurama narrowed his eyes at his own reflection, aware that Youko could see it. 'We don't.'

'Love I don't think you're looking at the big picture. You know what that is when you're both tense, yelling, glaring at each other and about to fight?' There was a pause to indicate the younger was thinking. 'Passion. Think of the sex.'

To his chagrin Kurama suddenly remembered that Youko could, most of the time, supply him with memories and visuals. This time was no different. Suddenly he was assaulted with the most salacious sight. It was the bedroom; he was kneeling on the bed, his fists full of the headboard as Hiei's fists were full of his hair and the crime lord was slamming cruelly into him from behind. The vision ended with his keening cry and Kurama was horrified to find that his body had begun to betray him by reacting. His face lit with shame and he was utterly speechless inside his own head. Youko's roaring laughter bounced off his brain cells.

'Ah, kit. You're far too innocent for your age.'

Kurama willed his body to calm and had nothing further to say to the deviant taking residence inside his cranium. Perhaps the fox was right.

Hiei huffed, giving Toguro his back as he riffled through his armory room. The taller man sighed. "Aka-sama, once again, I deeply apologize for…lifting you in that manner. I sincerely thought it necessary to stop you before you hurt him."

The crime lord clicked his tongue and ignored the statement. "Where's Karasu?"

"He said he had business so he might be here for a while before he steps out, that is unless you said you needed him."

The smaller one weighed it, "Nah, that's fine. We don't really need him. We're just going to go handle these guys." He sighed now. "I have to be back for the fucking ball." He finally turned back to his second. "When he is here tell him to keep an eye on the dandelion and make sure he keeps his ass out of trouble. I swear, that kids curiosity will be the death of him."

Toguro pulled out his phone with a nod. "Of course Aka-sama."

Night had fallen and Kurama told himself that he would NOT miss Hiei….or feel lonely. The redhead scoffed as he reread the same passage for the fifth time and threw the book on the bed; watching it bounce off and hit the floor. "Stupid Hiei and his stupid 'business'. Who leaves so early and doesn't come back before midnight?" He growled to himself.

There was a teasing chuckle that resounded in his head. 'Plenty of people. Especially those who have fun.'

'Oh shut up.' The teenager retorted testily. 'He shouldn't be out there having fun, he should be….working or attending to whatever "business" is.'

'Or whoever "business" is'

'He better not be.' The redhead practically growled.

'Oh?' Kurama rolled his eyes. He could practically feel the purr that Youko had inserted in that. 'Now, I don't have spidy senses but something tells me someone is jealous.'

'I am jealous, that he can leave this god forsaken place. That's all.'

'Of course, kit.' There was just way to much sarcasm in that. There were times when Kurama hated having to share his head with anyone else. Grumpily, and mostly because there was little else to do, he reached over to pick up the book he had abandoned, intent on occupying himself until Hiei returned but he found that the damn thing just kept making his eyes droop. Giving up Kurama, turned off the bedside lamp and laid down. He was just falling asleep when Youko woke him. 'Kit, you heard something.' The odd statement took a while to decipher through his near-sleep ridden brain. Kurama realized he had heard something if Youko had heard something. He sat up stiffly and strained his ears feeling a bit silly when he heard nothing else. He began to lay back down. 'just check it out before you go back to sleep.' Youko was insisting. Instead of feeling testy all Kurama felt was a bit wary, he hated when Youko got suspicious.

Kurama stood quietly if not a bit wobbly in the darkness and padded around the bed and couch to the antechamber. As soon as he rounded the corner to see the large double doors something reached out and clamped around his face, covering his eyes. He squealed and he was spun and a needle was shoved harshly in his neck. Almost immediately he felt his limbs lock up and Youko, who had begun yelling, faded in the background. He felt himself pushed toward the bed and then crudely bent over with the side of his face pressing into the coverlet. He tried to struggle but each limb felt like it weighed more than his whole body, his head was pumping blood so fast he could hear it in his ears and feel it in his temples. He wanted to panic, he was panicking, but in a weird detached manner that Kurama knew wasn't right. His voice barely worked, but he was able to make some sounds. "Whaa-Why are…you…" It was exhausting to get anymore out.

There was a sinister laugh that sounded like it was going through a vent, midway through the vent effect left Kurama felt his skin crawl at the sound coming from behind him. "Oooh, I wonder where the other one is? Can't call him out can you, Shuichi? I looked you up, I know when you feel threatened you revert to your friend, but I fixed you a little cocktail for that. How does it feel?" His tormentor's voice rose an octave at the last part, a shrill giggle sending terror down the teen's back. He understood; whatever drug he had been stabbed with separated him from Youko. His only avenue that had never failed him was gone.

Kurama's only views were the pillows, headboard and the book he had tossed on the bed. He was dimly aware of hands roving down the back of his body; his shoulder's, his back, his waist and lower back, then his two hands grabbed his ass roughly before sliding down and squeezing his thighs even harder. Kurama exhaled harshly as the groping became more painful. His head was swimming, tears leaking out of his eyes, to pool at the fabric beneath his head. He was dimly aware of his clothed legs being spread, an appreciative groan was heard before a hardness pressed him further into the bed, grinding on him. Kurama felt his stomach tighten in nausea as he willed his body to overcome the drug and buck off the sick pervert, but nothing happen. He could not speak, could not move and could barely form coherent thoughts.

Dread filled him slowly. How far was this going to go? What was going to happen? He had done what Hiei said! He had stayed up in the room all day, only taking meals given to him by some of the underlings. He should have been safe, just like Hiei said. Why was this happening to him? A renewed attempt to move ran through him as hands pushed up the Tshirt on his back. He could feel a hot wet tongue licking his back, delving into the hollow of his spine, traveling further down until it reached the obstacle of his thin sweats. Teeth followed where the tongue had pioneered and harsh bites were doted on either side of his back and waist.

Kurama flinched internally as a high pitched giggle resounded through his brain, traveling up from behind him to rest right on his ear. He could feel hot breath as a tongue racked up and down his ear. "Oooh, you taste so good little redling!" This was followed by another giggle and a harsh nip at the exposed skin of his neck. "I just want to eat you right up!" Kurama found himself able to cry out as nails embedded themselves in his waist and raked down his thighs taking his pants with them. He raged inside himself, hating that he could not move, could do little more than just lie there complacently. Another groan of frustration resounded from him as nails began scratching over the bare skin of his ass, parting his cheeks and running up and down the cleft and his puckered entrance. He vaguely felt his finger twitch but beyond that there was little his body was willing to do.

"Mmmmm" a long moan rumbled in his ear. He shook, with violence of his disgust as a sharp finger nail entered him just a bit. "I just can't figure out what I want to do more….fuck you now, or make you taste me…" The finger inside him shoved up further as two fingers forced their way inside his mouth. To the teen's utter outrage he could not even get his jaw to comply fast enough to bite down hard, he could just barely force his teeth to try and close. Another giggle of glee resounded as the finger was shoving in harshly to the hilt as the other hand attempted to choke him in the back of his throat. "Ooo, choices, choices. What do you think redling? Fuck you now?" This was punctuated by the addition of another digit slamming dryly into him. "Or force feed you?" The obstacles in his throat shoved further back, scratching Kurama's tonsils. Kurama forced out sounds, begs, pleas, anything to try to help himself.

A trill filled the room and suddenly everything went still. His assailant removed himself off Kurama with a cursing huff before answering the phone. "Yeah?" The ventilated voice was back. "Yo, how did it go? Any problems?" There was a pause. "Of course not." Kurama held his breath and prayed that whatever conversation was happening would save him. "I wouldn't know I didn't see him all day. I'm just about to get back myself. Alright, see ya." With the click of the phone the dread reared up once again in the prone teen, but there was a sigh behind him. "Seems our fun has been cut to an end redling." Even through the muddled thoughts of his brain Kurama felt relief wash through him. A wet tongue suddenly snaked up his neck to curl about his ear once again before hot breath whispered. "But I'm sure we'll play again, won't we?" The giggle that assaulted his brain was one that resounded far after the door had closed.

He wasn't sure how long he just lied there, clothes askew in the most disgraceful manner, drugged, drooling with tears pouring down his face. Half an hour? One hour, two? Fifteen minutes? He couldn't tell; he couldn't think straight, he couldn't concentrate or move. Where was Youko? Where was Hiei? Would he just remain there for days until someone came to find him? But oh! He didn't want Hiei to find him, not like this! Shame devoured him in the same strange and detached manner that he had been categorizing everything so far. He didn't have to time to think about how he would feel because what felt like an eternity and a blink of an eye later, he heard the doors open once again. Footsteps walked through the antechamber, rounded the corner and stopped. From the redhead's perspective he was facing the other way and could see nothing, but his heart sank with as much embarrassment as he could register.

"K-Kurama?" When the other didn't respond feet hurried over and arms just as easily fixed his clothes and laid him on the bed. "What the fuck? What the fuck is this? Kurama!"

As green eyes connected with red, he could feel his body relaxing and basking in the feeling of safety. He was safe, he was protected, Hiei was here. Kurama's chest shuddered with the effort of holding back the wail he couldn't make if he wanted to. Futilely, he tried to crawl his hand over to Hiei's. Nothing happened past his finger wiggling a little but Hiei noticed and grasped it in his.

The crime lord searched his charge's eyes, they were glossy and barely focused. They reminded him of a memory he had rather kept inside; of watery red eyes, unfocused and set deep in a pale face running with blood. A fury so deep thrummed through him until he could do nothing but choke on it and seethe. Who had done this? Who had dared to sneak into HIS house and touch something that belonged to HIM? Hiei stood swiftly, intent to ransack all of Japan until he found the culprit but a weak clutch of his hand stopped him. He looked back into the watery emerald eyes as the teen struggled to speak, to request. The elder gnashed his teeth together but understood and acquiesced. Never breaking their contact he slipped off his shoes and slid into the bed next to the drugged victim. He could do nothing but blow steam all night and watch as Kurama slept off the effects of the drug.

Kurama woke to a most comforting smell; spices and ….fire. He blinked, feeling better than he had in a while, and let his eyes adjust to his surroundings. There was a warm hum going through his limbs and a comfortable beat that lulled him. Upon inspection he found he was tucked quite soundly into Hiei's chest, or most specifically, his face was scant millimeters from a dusky nipple. One glance down afforded him a beautiful sight of defined abs and a sparce black treasure trail leading into low riding sweatpants. Slowly, very slowly, he felt his face heat up to the point of actually tearing.

'Kurama' an equally sleepy purr rumbled through his cranium.

'y-yeah?'

'What are you doing?' There was a pause where a yawn resounded through his head and he felt Youko quickly take in the situation. 'Or rather, what aren't you doing? Come now kit! It's right there! Don't you want to know how he tastes?'

Kurama came to the conclusion that he was still very sleepy because he was actually considering the Youko's ludicrous goads. First thing in the morning and he still had a one track mind. His breathing picked up until he realized that he had worked himself up into a pant; he licked his lips. 'That's –I can't do that.' He finally reasoned.

'Ah kit,' a seductive purr just was not helping Kurama's state of mind. 'it's just so easy. Just tilt your head up a little.' Kurama complied without thought. 'Now slip out your tongue and run it over the little nub.' The kit tossed away his abandon and gave a shallow lick. When all he was awarded with was a slight sigh he opened his mouth wider and ran the pad of his tongue over the black haired man's nipple. A slight hitch in breathing pricked Kurama's ears and he became bolder, determined to get something more rewarding than that. He delighted in the taste of the shorter one's skin, delighted in how the nub was now thick and hard, making it much easier to swirl his tongue around. 'Now that's the spirit! Nip it just a little, not too hard. Oooh, you're a quick learner.'

Hiei's mind slammed into consciousness quite suddenly though his body remained still. His head was racing to catch up with what the sensitive nerve endings on his chest were telling him; Kurama was nibbling his chest. He was torn with what to do; his body so very much wanted whatever the redhead was doing to continue but his mind was trying to remind him why now was not such a good time for this. There was this nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. All of his previous thoughts vanished when a lightly nailed hand came to steady on his side and run up and down in a most tantalizing manner. His breath hitched and he finally glanced down to see wide emerald eyes staring up at him. Hiei's eyes narrowed at the slightly glassy look to them and most suddenly the events from last night reared into his head. Kurama had been drugged, and it looked like some aphrodisiac side effects still hadn't worn off, if the dilated eyes, rosy cheeks and pants were any distinction.

"Kurama." The crime lord stated, ready to talk some sense into the younger one when he was quickly pushed onto his back and straddled. Though Hiei was superior to many people in many ways, there was only so much he could do against a sexy, panting redhead who was currently nipping at any flesh exposed to him. Hiei could feel nails sliding down his chest and arms with just enough force to raise goosebumps on his skin. "K-Kurama!" He tried to get the teen's attention, tried to reason again but teeth were nibbling playfully at his collar bone and not so innocent hands were massaging the tops of his thighs moving closer to where Hiei was sure they shouldn't be. He bucked slightly, but only to force the redhead off of him. What met him was a throaty mew and a forceful thrust against him as Kurama repositioned himself against Hiei's now throbbing erection.

"Haah-ah!" The redhead moaned out into the crime lord's neck, his thrusts consequently tugging Hiei's sweatpants down further until the red-eyed one had but to lift his hips to spring himself free of the cloth all together. Damn himself for feeling comfortable in his own house to change after Kurama had fallen asleep last night. He hated sleeping with boxers on, and now that was coming back to bite him in the ass. "Hiei." His name was accompanied by a nip at his neck and deep thrumming purr. Absently Hiei looked down to check of the teen was still a redhead, but nothing had changed.

Kurama felt like his thoughts were moving through a vat of honey. Every thought was slow and nearly encompassed by the electric feeling of his body against his adversary's. Something vaguely reminded him that he shouldn't be doing this, that this was something he was sure to regret, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, let alone care. He wondered where Youko was, but he couldn't be bothered to call out to him. He wondered why Hiei seemed so stiff, a thought not so far on the back burners of his mind. "Hiei, touch me." He pleaded, his face still stuffed between the jaw and neck of the other. He gave a drawn out purr, slightly elongated fingernails running over collar bones, nipples and abs before roving back upwards.

"Kurama, you-your under the…the…influence of a drug." Hiei would die of embarrassment if anyone ever replayed his stuttering back to him. But he still felt the need to warn the redhead, his mind was easily being dwarfed by what the teen was doing to him. A soft hot keen against his ear was what broke him, forcing him to flip their positions, damn near rip the clothes off Kurama and himself before slamming against a hard, hot cock. He wouldn't fuck the teen, he thought to himself, just alleviate him.

Kurama licked his lips lasciviously, willingly hooking one knee across Hiei's shoulder and reaching for the headboard in an arch. The crime lord shut his eyes quickly and tightly; it was all he could do to control himself. One foot trailed up the back of Hiei's calf and thigh to knead at swell of his ass, leaving the raven haired man wondering just how the fuck he was doing that. Clawing noises could be heard as Kurama keened and moaned in abandon, the poor headboard bearing the brunt of his affection. Hiei ground hard into the hips of the younger one, leaving his hands to twist and grip at the sheets on either side of the vixen. He couldn't bring himself actually touch the redhead, somehow…that just made things worse. It was bad enough that he was giving in to this, allowing this to happen but OH! He couldn't think when Kurama was rolling his hips like that. One seriously enlightening epiphany caught Hiei as he watched Kurama arch to the point where Hiei could no longer see anything past the underside of his chin and splatter cum along his chest; Kurama was seriously flexible.

The younger fell back to the bed in a heap, breathless rumbles still resounding through him as he rode out the entirety of his climax. Hiei sighed, still hard and wanting. Somehow, this felt right, that he hadn't cum, that he hadn't used Kurama's body for his own pleasure, he had simply helped the boy. With all the quiet dignity of a martyr Hiei untangled himself and crept to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and evidence. For all he knew the kid might never remember what happened and Hiei can just tease him for having a wet dream in his bed. After a ridiculously long shower his hopes were dashed as he walked out to find a very lucid redhead clutching the sheets to himself like a damsel in distress.

"Hiei, what the fuck!"

The overlord sighed, clad in nothing but a towel, running his hand through his still spiky hair, despite being soaking wet. "Don't 'what the fuck' me after you just used me like a piece of meat."

A furious blush stole over his face. "Wha-what? I didn't use you!"

A black brow rose. "You didn't?"

"No! If anything, you used me!"

Hiei nodded sagely. "I used you for what Kurama?"

"For…to…." There was a moment of silence where Kurama mentally worked things out in his head. "I mean, we both….didn't we both…?"

He left the end of that question open in a silent plea that Hiei would finish it, or better, answer him without finishing it. Hiei felt, on behalf of his unsatisfied libido, he would not be as merciful as to save the younger one from embarrassment. "Both…?"

If it was possible, Kurama's face became redder than his hair. "You know….I mean….didn't you…?"

"Cum? Splurt? Spunk? Jizz? Butter my bread? Shoot my load? Dump my cum bucket? Ejaculate?" In that moment of time, where his very red eyes watched Kurama's very red face explode with every word, he took his vengeance. "No I didn't. I just helped you out. It's no big deal. Take a shower, cool down and then afterwards," His voice and face became very serious. "I want you to tell me everything you remember about last night."

It seemed as if Kurama had forgotten about last night, until Hiei had brought it up. Immediately the other tensed, his breathing coming out harsh as he wordlessly nodded and proceeded to the bathroom, expensive black sheets wrapped around his shivering frame.

Kurama stayed braced against the door of the bathroom, his mental state warring between the frightening images of last night and his one sided tryst with Hiei. He glanced up when something silver caught his eye and his reflection caught his breath. He was not staring at himself, not if the incensed golden gaze had any say about it. Billowed silver hair flowed out and sharp silver ears protruded from a head. His long frame was leaning against the door as Kurama was. "Y-Youko." He breathed out, it had been a long while before he had seen his counterpart face to face. He had somehow forgotten how intimidating he could be.

'The drugs still haven't completely worn off. My earlier behavior is proof of that.'

Kurama wasn't quite understanding. "What?" he asked softly, aware Hiei was just in the next room.

Most suddenly the fox-eared bandit was not in the mirror but right in front of him and he looked far more angry than Kurama could ever remember seeing. 'That puny excuse of a crime lord did nothing to protect you, he cares nothing about you're safety. I blame your near rape on him and the next time I see him it will not be nearly as pleasant as just now. I will rip his innards out of his body and stuff them down his throat.'

Kurama tried to calm himself by reminding his mind that this was all an illusion. His mind replied right back to him that whatever the case, it was real to him. "Youko it wasn't Hiei's fault, and you know, he looks absolutely enraged about it. I'm sure-sure he'll do something to make sure that guy never finds us again. He'll protect us."

'You. He needs to protect you because I can handle myself. Whoever that was knew enough about me to cut me off from you. This is unacceptable, I will kill anyone I deem necessary to keeping you safe.' Golden eyes leveled down to Kurama's height. 'Let's just hope that doesn't include your short little mob boss.' With that he was gone, back into the recess of Kurama's mind and if the teen tried to call out to him all he came up with was blankness. It dawned on the other that he older one was sulking and tried to fight of the tiny chuckle that tried to burst out. He sighed, now was certainly no time to chuckle.

Hiei has called up one of his men to replace his bedding and ultimately clean his room up. He was in the process of reclining in thought right on his bed when Kurama stepped out in a silky lavender robe that was certainly too short for him. He didn't look as shaken as before and for that Hiei was glad, the only key to keeping his own emotions in check was if no one else displayed theirs. "Sakyo's pompous ass is on the way to make sure you're dressed for the occasion or whatever, so we've gotta hurry this up."

Kurama nodded and sat down on the bed, his back facing Hiei. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything, start from the beginning."

The teen tried to pull his memories but found there were large blank holes. He could barely remember any features about his attacker, like the man was just one big shadow. "I was just going to sleep when Youko heard something, so I went check and….somehow I ended up back on the bed. He stuck me with something and, touched me, I never saw his face, I don't remember what his voice sounds like."

Hiei nodded. "Why did he stop, when I came in…..unless he actually…..I mean I thought-"

"He got a phone call."

Hiei just stared at his back for a moment until Kurama turned to look at him. "What?"

There was a confused seriousness in his tone. "He got a phone call and just, left."

"What did he say?"

The younger shook his head. "I can't remember."

The crime lord fell back on the bed, an exasperated sigh leaving him. "Well this just goes to show me that I can't leave you anywhere. You have become such a pain in my ass. Now I'll have to drag you along with me. Jesus." Hiei turned to look at the slightly blushing teen. "At least put something on, I don't need Sakyo having a field day if he shows up and you're not even dressed."

"Oh," Kurama scurried into the closet, wondering when he felt comfortable enough to be around Hiei in just a robe, or why he was slightly happy that the crime lord wasn't going to leave him again.

'I wouldn't call it slightly.'

Kurama smiled. 'Oh, so you're talking to me now.'

There was a scoff. 'Just because you're falling in love with the little twerp doesn't mean I will hesitate to kill him. You can live through heartache.'

Kurama fumed, his ears burning up as he made quite an undignified noise. "I am NOT."

"What?" Hiei yelled from the room as Kurama sat in what was now his personal side of the closet.

"Nothing!" Inside he fumed. 'Shut up, shut up! Shutup, shutup, shutup!' There was some treacherous laughter but blessed silence followed it.

Kurama shifted around, trying to keep the novice-like wonderment out of his stare. He had never been in a limo. His dressing had been a far less trying experience that he had thought. Sakyo had come and beelined straight for Kurama's side of the closet, he had rummaged around until sticking something under the red head's nose and telling him to change. Kurama was now in a silky emerald tunic that was surely made for a woman, but he had never been that tall anyway. It fell gracefully around his limbs and the sash Sakyo had tied extremely tight had suddenly made his hips and waist the forefront of the entire ensemble. Kurama reminded himself to breath lightly. The extortionist had dressed them (Hiei had also been dressed) and left almost immediately afterwards. Nothing creepy at all.

"I take it you've never been in a limo before."

Damn the shorter one for always noticing things. "No…." Kurama rationalized that there was no reason to blush and forced his body to comply. "I never thought I would be in one."

Hiei snorted. "Not under these circumstances, I'm sure."

"No-I mean, no I never thought that either but I didn't mean it like that…"

Hiei stared at him for a bit before smirking and shifting the lapel of his black tuxedo jacket. Only he could get away with wearing blood red and black without a stitch of white and still call it a tuxedo. "I wonder, you've been fairly laid back around the house. Like you're not scared at all. You have some sort of, kidnap kink or something?"

Kurama did turn a nice shade of pink. "You wish you shrimp! I do NOT have any kink! There is simply no reason to be afraid of you or your little cronies."

Hiei's eyes narrowed slightly at the rapidly growing blush, refusal to meet his eyes and very tense posture. Years of reading body language had taught Hiei the art of finding denial. "You do have a kink. It's written all over your face."

"I do NOT." He growled out and Hiei almost laughed. This kid was textbook denial.

"Oh, but you do. Some sort of fantasy that gets you off. What is it? Role playing? Camera? Cross dressing? Bondage? Rough treatment? Did I hit the nail on the head before? Is it Kidnapping? Or is it something dirtier? Like Sca-"

"Collars! Now shut the hell up!"

"What was that?" Hiei was beyond curious now. He had missed whatever the redhead had yelled at him.

"Will you shut the hell up about it?" Kurama still wasn't looking at him.

"Scout's honor."

The redhead shot a death glare and then quickly looked away. "Collars."

"Collars."

"Yes collars now shut up."

Kurama did know why he had thought that perhaps Hiei would actually leave him alone. But a wicked smirk, one that he really should have like less to see, had taken over the crime lord's face. "You have a leashing fetish."

"You said you would shut the hell up about it!"

"I'm a fucking mob boss, lying is in the job description." He answered a little too jovially for Kurama's taste. Hiei leaned forward. "My, my."

Kurama scowled at the window. "Will you stop looking at me like that?"

There was a dark chuckle. "Like what? Like I'm undressing you with my eyes, leashing you and doing very naughty things to you?"

Kurama sputtered with indignity, growing exceedingly tired of the ever present blush on his face. "Keep dreaming." He tried to inject some venom in his voice but was not surprised when it failed.

"You know, I've already seen you naked, body twisted around mine, legs open and eyes shut. There really isn't much to imagine, just remember. I wasn't dreaming then, was I?" Hiei leaned forward more and Kurama could swear that the limo was far more spacious when the ride had started. "Was I?" The overlord asked again.

"No." the teen was at a loss as to why he had answered at all, or how he had managed to get caught in the ruby red gaze of Hiei's. It was with embarrassment that Kurama realized he was, without a doubt, breathing just a bit harder. Hiei leaned back, content to keep the mood just sexually awkward enough that Kurama didn't really know how to respond. So there was silence.

Sakyo brushed imaginary lint off of his immaculate white tuxedo as he sauntered around his personal ballroom reminding people that; He was Sakyo Valdez, it was nice of them join him, yes he still had all that black mail over them, yes he still planned to extort from them using it, no there was no indication that he would stop, yes they could still be killed if they refused and most importantly, to have a nice night. He was eagerly awaiting the arrival of Hiei and the new addition. For all the pompous refinery that he prided himself in pumping into these events they resembled nothing else but a feeding ground. New additions would show up every few years or so, trying to make a name for themselves by accepting his invitation and they would either be devoured whole, picked apart, or come out a bit scathed but stronger and better. It was delicious to watch and as much as he adored Hiei and delighted in Kurama, he just could not get himself to wish for anything other than a perfectly amusing evening.

His phone beeped subtly and he read the text sent by one of his many posted guards around the house that announced Hiei and company had arrived. He was able to meet them at the extravagant doors of the ballroom like the perfect all-knowing-host he was. "Kurama, somehow you look more smashing that just a few hours ago. You must tell me how you do it." He said not really expecting an answer. He did however, delight in the face Hiei made as he hooked his arm with the uncomfortable redhead as he began to lead him around. "I must introduce you to all of the important people."

"Sakyo." What the human trafficking extraordinaire did not expect was for a strong hand to encircle the teen's waist and pull him from his grasp and to Hiei's side. Nothing else was said but a somewhat indifferent look was passed to him and he rose a brow.

"Of course dear friend, although this does put a damper on the fun of things." Damn Hiei and his odd sense of honor that popped up every now and then. "Well, feel free to mingle, Hiei knows what to do. Do enjoy yourself." And with that the trafficker made himself sparse to strike fear in the hearts of more guests.

Kurama put a hand on his heart. "Thank God, I thought he was going to drag me around."

"That was exactly what he had planned for you." The room was familiar to the shorter of the two. From the entrance the dance floor was directly in front of them. To the left was a raised dais where a string band played sophisticated, classical music, and to the right were a succession of platforms, each with a huge rectangular dinning table. Every table was decked with exorbitantly superfluous trimmings and most importantly, name plates. People mingled on the dance floor while they pretended not to cast furtive glances at the platforms to see if they could catch a glimpse of a name or two. It was an unspoken rule to avoid the tables until Sakyo called for dinner to be served. The levels served to show importance and favor and the trafficker, with all of his God-complex, actually made it a point to promote and demote people every year. It was with a heavy sigh that Hiei strode with purpose, his hand still firmly attached to Kurama's waist, to the uppermost level to sit next to the head of the table where his name was, or he would have sat even if his name wasn't. Kurama's name sat across from him but he sat the redhead down to his left where Sakyo would be to his right. Already he could hear people whispering about the teen. The fact that Hiei had taken his place early was no surprise but the addition of Kurama was stark, and the fact that he was sitting next to Hiei meant someone had been demoted and their spot given to a new addition.

"Why do I have a really uncomfortable feeling?" Kurama asked in a hushed tone that wasn't really a whisper. He understood that Hiei never whispered, he never needed to, and tried to don the same bravado.

"You've kicked someone out their spot." The crime lord replied in a bored manner. He hated these things, all propriety and gossip. Completely boring bullshit.

Kurama mulled that over for a while. He turned to Hiei. "Are you just going to sit here the entire time? Aren't you going to dance, talk to people?"

Hiei sighed. "No and there will be plenty of talking, you'll see." He then scoffed with a smirk. "Are YOU going to dance?"

Kurama turned away with a petulant sniff of disdain. "Figures, you're probably just embarrassed." He smirked evilly and turned back to Hiei. "You probably have to dance with someone shor-"

"You're not going to make me reconsider giving you to Sakyo, are you?"

Kurama did not finish his sentence. The entrance of another crime lord set his teeth on edge. He was tall and wore a familiar red headband that tried to rule the massive amounts of untamed steel gray hair that jutted out. He wore formal white pants with grey suspenders and a white shirt that had only one lone button buttoned while his chest screamed from the shirt. He looked exactly the same way Kurama had seen him last; a missing, or a sad excuse for a shirt and hair that looked like he had never seen a comb in all his life. The man swaggered around, greeting nobodies and somebodies before beginning his trek up to the uppermost platform. Hiei had already braced himself.

The man stopped once his eyes met large emerald ones. "Kurama?" He stepped forward, eyes snapping to Hiei's somewhat indifferent ones.

"Raizen,….h-hello." The red head gulped and stuttered. He'd always had his suspicions but for him to be this important in the crime world….? He supposed it wasn't that shocking after all, what with the way Yusuke acted.

There was a not-so-brief moment of awkward silence where Raizen eyed his nametag in the place of where Kurama was sitting and decided to sit across from Hiei where the red head's name sat. The oldest of them nodded across from him. "Hiei." He acknowledged.

"Raizen." Hiei responded and awaited the questions.

"Care to explain how this came about?"

Hiei tipped his head to the side. "Kurama? I have learned recently that he is acquainted with you in a way…"

"Yes, he is my son's best friend. You can understand how I am quite curious as to how you ….acquired him."

"Ahhh, yes, he is payment."

At this the other crime lord's brow rose. "Payment?" A stern and expression took over his face. "Payment for what?"

"His father owes me five million yen. I decided to call it even with him."

"Five million?" Kurama had been quietly watching but upon hearing the sum of money he cracked. "He borrowed five million yen from you? How could he have borrowed that much when for the longest time he didn't even have a jo-" Kurama cut himself off to stare in a decorative plate below him.

"Five million is just the principle," he was still speaking to Raizen who was looking with fatherly concern at Kurama. "If you tack on the interest and then the shark fees from making me come force it out of him you have a lovely forty million yen that Minamino owed me."

Money laundering was not Raizen's strong point, in fact, everything besides money was Raizen's strong point. If there was one thing he couldn't do, it was produce forty million yen at the drop of a hat. Now, he could go force forty million yen, but that would take some time. Hiei, however always had a substantial amounts of money in cash ready at his mansion. "That….is an extensive amount of money." Raizen said a bit suspiciously.

"We have all the books. But don't worry, now that I know your relationship I won't hesitate to tell you that Kurama isn't a sex slave. I'm still trying to figure out a way to get my money without hurting him." Hiei looked to the side like he was perfectly calm and assured that this was all that was needed to be said. Inside if his heart beat any harder it would spill onto the pretty crystal china bowl in front of him and Sakyo would be pissed. Raizen was known to be a completely unpredictable violent sort of whirlwind. The man had leapt across a table and stabbed and ex-business associate of his through his throat a few years back at one of these event. Needless to say dinner had been put on hold and Sakyo had had the biggest grin on his face. No one could figure out what had actually set Raizen off but people speculated it had something to do with his son. Right now the man was glancing back and forth between Kurama and Hiei trying to figure out if what the crime lord was saying was true.

Kurama seemed to snap out of his daze then. "It's true, I'm actually being treated quite well there and I do feel bad about father's debt." At this his voice thinned and the redhead resumed gazing at cutlery.

Hiei sighed. "So I'm guessing he's being missed?"

The shaggy haired man nodded. "Yusuke was worried sick, I'll tell him you're okay. He's going to want to visit you, what should I tell him?"

As vaguely insulted as Hiei was that this question was not directed towards him, since Kurama could do nothing without his permission, he certainly wasn't going to say anything. Kurama shrugged, "I guess tell him I'll visit whenever I can. Have you seen my mother?"

The elder shook his head. "No, but I can-"

A trill bell resounded throughout the room as Sakyo stood at the lowest platform and gave on resounding clap. "Ladies and gentlemen, please find your seats, dinner shall be served." From either side of the daises streams of waiters and waitresses exited with armfuls of entrees while the guests played a morbid scavenger hunt with all the dignity they could muster. Sakyo watched, with glee Hiei could add, the ever amusing faces of those promoted and the even more amusing faces of those demoted.

Kurama was under the impression that this was the easiest part of the night, dinner. Eating wouldn't allow too much conversation. Kurama was wrong.

"So, Hiei, will you introduce your new addition? Is he an apprentice or something?" A woman named Yaru asked from a few seats down. She looked like she was fresh from a botax specialist just before this event and was rumored to have control of sixty percent of all black market jewelry that touched Japan.

"No." Hiei replied plainly, not elaborating which part of the question he was referring to.

"Oh Hiei!" Came Sakyo's somewhat superficially pleasant voice. "Let's at least be social when in the presence of other people." He tsked good naturedly. "This is Kurama," He added, gesturing to the very still red head. "He's actually payment of Hiei's.

Pleased murmurs filled the table with a soft thrum. Kurama's mouth went dry. "Oh I see," Yaru replied, leaning so she could get a closer look at the teen who would not remove his eyes from his dinner plate. "Is this some new form of advertisement? How much is he?"

"Probably a pretty penny since Hiei doesn't dabble in the slave pen too often." Another commented from further down the table.

"I'm surprised you haven't already claimed sale Sakyo, he looks just like your usual type." A different voice.

"Yes, it is too bad he isn't up for sale." Sakyo commented with all the forlorn conviction of a martyr. "What I would not give for such beauty."

Yaru gave a surprised huff. "Not for sale? Then-then what is he doing here?"

Not liking the direction of the current conversation Hiei set down his fork. It made a slight clanking that, whether by accident or design, caused silence. "Jin Cho." He addressed a Chinese man who sat farther down the table but, due to Sakyo's cunning, was just in eye view if Hiei turned his head slightly. "Where is the other half of our bargain?" This was honestly, Hiei's favorite part of the night, it's only redeeming quality in his eyes. It was rare that any of these ever ended without someone getting hurt. Jin Cho was a narcotics dealer who had asked for Hiei's help and protection moving his wares during a feud with a rival. He had promised thirty percent of that batch's earning by next quarter and when he had failed to deliver that Hiei had sent a runner for an explanation and to inform Cho that he would be taking on interest soon. His runner had never been seen again.

The man set down his fork and wiped his mouth with a pristine linen napkin. He fixed his cufflink before looking Hiei in the eye. "I don't recall any bargain."

Hiei regarded the man. True, it had been a rush job, a spur of the moment deal with no witness and nothing in writing, but Hiei hadn't thought the man would actually try playing dumb. "I see." A wide smirk was taking over the crime lord's face that he had absolutely no control over. He nodded once resumed eating leaving the entire table just a bit jittery.

"Hiei?" was asked quietly next to him. Not quiet enough of course, since the woman next to Kurama looked up as well.

The other looked up at Kurama, he looked more than a bit nervous. "Don't be nervous." Was all he said, but he gave the younger a reassuring look and raised a brow, silently asking if he had any doubts in Hiei.

Kurama turned when he felt a stare pinned on him from the lady sitting on his left. She had thickly lined eyes that ended toward her temples, high cheek bones and the slightly red coloring. She opened her mouth to reveal a Turkish accent. "You know Sakyo, this one would do well in the Wintirschnien Gala coming up."

At this Raizen looked up and Hiei frowned, not that Kurama could tell. He had not been released from the woman's critical gaze. His mouth seemed to move on his own. "Win-tirschnien Gala?"

The woman nodded once and Kurama was struck with the reality that she was most beautiful. "Yes, as a slave you would do well there. Have you thought about it Hiei?" She finally broke her stare to look past him towards the other crime lord. "I'm sure you would profit well."

"I dislike the way things are done in Europe." Was his response. "They hardly respect Asian crime lords, the less I come into contact with them, the less inclined I am to kill one of them." It was an honest response. No one wanted an international crime war. It could get unbelievably messy.

Kurama frowned, noticing acutely how Hiei had not rebuked the slave comment. He found a bit more courage. "Is it an art Gala of some sort?"

At this Sakyo smiled. "Of some sort, yes." He waved his hand importantly. "But what you call art and what I call art, could be vastly different, dear Kurama."

The woman next to Kurama nodded sagely. "I once bought a piece a few years back, though it's a shame it didn't last nearly as long as I wanted. Completely albino with the most beautiful pink eyes, and because of some skin defect, overly sensitive in certain areas. Even now I can still hear his cries and see the stark contrast of him covered in blood; truly worth every penny."

Sakyo nodded with sympathy. "It truly is hard to find good art."

By the time Kurama felt he fully understood what they were saying he was ready to retch on the plate in front of him. A strong hand on his thigh caused him to jump ever so slightly. He looked to his right and into deep red eyes that captured his own. The look was not brief but it was not long and after Hiei turned away Kurama felt he could breathe easier. He cleared his throat.

The woman Yaru, who had been conversing to another spoke up again. "I really must ask again Hiei, if that red head is a slave, but not for sale, what exactly is he doing here?"

Hiei continued to cut his meat as he asked. "What are you doing there?"

Yaru was quiet a moment, her face flitting with confusion. "I beg your pardon?" She sniffed. "What is anyone doing here? We are all important people."

"No, what are you doing there?" Hiei let his gaze rake from directly in front of him, down the six or seven seats until it rested at Yaru's placement.

A flush creeped up her face and she sniffed again. "It was where I was placed."

Hiei blinked slowly, a smirk donning his face. "Yes, it was." He said nothing more after that. And Kurama could not help the slight chuckle that escaped him, though he tried to cover it with a cough.

The woman looked thoroughly embarrassed and a bit outraged. "Is your slave laughing at me?" She spat out the word 'slave' like it would give her cancer.

Hiei waved his butter knife in Kurama's general direction. "Bad Kurama." The teen had to pinch his nose and grind his teeth together to keep anything more from escaping him. A look over would have showed Raizen doing something similar.

Sakyo sighed. "Hiei, when will you learn to play nice with your colleagues?"

Yaru wasn't finished. "Am I the only one who believes we deserve to know why there is a slave sitting at THIS table?" There were murmurs of agreement and Hiei noted that Sakyo's grin was widening in steady degrees.

He sighed and set down his utensils in the same manner as before, producing a similar result. Kurama looked at him worriedly. "Because he is not a slave."

Yaru gave another sniff. "Then what, pray tell, is he?"

Hiei propped his chin on his knuckles as he fixed a slightly devious smirk at the woman. "My lover."

[A/N] So? What did you think? For those who have read the original how do you like the variations and the twists? Review me please! It definitely helps with the updates. Especially since I'm juggling three stories this summer, a little incentive will keep this fic on the brain. Woop!