Hiei walked with Yusuke, falling silently into step when the boy left his apartment, remaining silent as the boy walked toward the train station. Before Yusuke entered the train station, though, Hiei turned a glare on the boy and ducked into an alleyway. Yusuke frowned, but followed him anyway, curious as to what Hiei wanted anyway.
"Kurama told you I was interested in you," Hiei began abruptly.
Color threatened to touch Yusuke's cheeks. "Yes," he admitted. "He…he said you preferred that he teach me first," he added, color breaking through his desire to appear knowledgeable.
One corner of Hiei's mouth turned up at the blush Yusuke couldn't stop. "Had we the luxury of time before the tournament, then I would allow him his time to train you to his satisfaction. However, our time is shortened." He stepped closer to Yusuke. "Take the next train," he ordered.
Yusuke swallowed thickly. "And…if I don't want to?" he said, lifting his chin even as his body began to respond to the idea of sex with Hiei. He was almost surprised that he was horny again after being so well fucked by Kurama, surprised that he wanted Hiei.
"Don't waste my time with games, detective," Hiei snarled as he stepped closer.
Yusuke brought his hand up, hesitating a moment, then went to Hiei's shoulder. "I…I've only done it once with Kurama," he said. "I'm still new to this," he added, swallowing thickly again.
"I had no intention of fucking you here," Hiei snorted, pressing his body against Yusuke's, threading his finger though the boy's hair and pulling him down. "You're not ready for it," he said before pulling Yusuke's lips against his and kissing the boy deeply and thoroughly. His hand slipped down, caressing Yusuke's cock through his pants then working them open to stroke the boy's bare flesh.
Yusuke groaned loudly, earning a nip from Hiei. He reciprocated though, reaching under Hiei's cloak to stroke his cock. It took a while longer, between how good Hiei was and how complicated it was to undo three belts, before Yusuke felt that flesh in his hand. It was both glorious and weird—glorious in that Hiei made little noises that let Yusuke know exactly what he liked, weird in that Yusuke had never felt another's erection in his hand and he wanted to take his time and explore just how different it was than his. He also could feel the desire to taste it building, almost making him salivate.
But, Hiei's hand on his cock was demanding and Yusuke's attention was soon torn between what the petite demon was doing and what he wanted to do to him. He spread his legs, making it easier to slip down and deepen his kisses with Hiei, letting his hips rock into his touch. He couldn't hold back the noises that rose to his throat and for each one he made, Hiei bit his lips and tongue, making him groan more. He hadn't realized that pain could feel so good, but he wanted to know what else Hiei would do to him, needed to know.
He whined as his body began to draw close to orgasm. He wanted to come, but he wanted Hiei to come, too. He wanted permission to come.
Hiei brought his hand up, pressing his thumb against Yusuke's throat before he moved his lips to the boy's ear. "You may come," he whispered harshly, biting Yusuke's ear. "But don't scream," he warned through his teeth.
Yusuke couldn't scream if he wanted to. Hiei's thumb pressed his vocal cords so he couldn't even groan. He didn't think he could be more turned on, but Hiei's teeth against his ear was even more amazing. He came, frantically pulling at Hieie's cock as though it were his own. He could feel come warm against his wrist, sliding down into his palm, as Hiei's erection pulsed in his hand. His eyes widened when Hiei brought his hand up and held it before his lips.
"Clean it off," Hiei ordered.
Tentatively at first, then with growing enthusiasm, Yusuke licked Hiei's hand clean, groaning when his throat was released, drawing Hiei's fingers into his mouth, sucking them, trying to draw in every flavor. He pouted when Hiei took his hand away, watching as the demon refastened his pants, though he did bring his own hand up and sucked Hiei's come off of it, very much enjoying the flavor as well.
"When you come back, I want to see what you learned, understand? If you please me, there can be more."
Yusuke swallowed a moan and nodded. "I understand."
Hiei adjusted his own pants under his cloak and left.
Hefting his bag back onto his shoulder, Yusuke left the alleyway, running into Keiko. "Oh," he stammered.
It is very obvious that he just spent a significant amount of time kissing someone rather passionately. Keiko wasn't dim by any means. "Who?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
Yusuke's hand went to his hair. "Ah, no one you'd know," he mumbled. He didn't think she would remember Hiei or Kurama for that matter. "Just…well…a guy," he said, looking down.
"A guy," she echoed. Swallowing, she nodded. They were friends, after all. "How long have you known him?" she asked, though it felt so wrong in her head. But, Yusuke was her friend.
"Met him through work," he said.
"You're in love?" she asked, her stomach feeling weird, but intent on being Yusuke's friend, no matter what. She wouldn't let him leave on a bad note.
"Yes," he admitted, grinning a little. "I'm sorry, Keiko," he said, looking at her sincerely.
She took a deep breath, held it a moment, then let it out. "Well, what can you do?" she asked rhetorically. "Have a safe trip, Yusuke. Do your best."
Yusuke wanted to say something else, but her determinedly cheerful expression made it difficult. He knew he hurt her, but he wasn't going to lie to her or hide when she asked him so directly. "There won't be any time between training and going to the tournament, but after, we can go to a movie or something," he offered.
"I doubt we'd get through the whole thing," she shot back, waving and leaving.
He sighed, then turned into the station.
Kuwabara met Kurama at the edge of the forest. He looked around for Hiei, scowling when he didn't see him. "Where's the runt?" he demanded.
"He had business to take care of," Kurama replied, knowing exactly where Hiei was and what he intended to do. "He'll join us when he is able. Shall we begin?" he asked, smiling gently. He soon taught Kuwabara to fear that smile as he ran the boy through obstacle courses, fought him with the whip, pushed his endurance into what a demon should be able to tolerate.
When Hiei arrived, Kuwabara was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chest, now bare, scratches covering his arms and torso, tears in his pants. "You've been going easy on him," Hiei said sourly.
"Shut up, runt. What do you know?" Kuwabara panted.
Hiei looked at Kurama, who raised a single shoulder, then back at Kuwabara. "I know that I could have killed you five times already," he said, his voice cold.
"Oh yeah?" Kuwabara demanded, raising his fist, his sword appearing as he brandished it. "Wanna try it?"
In less than a blink of an eye, Hiei was inside Kuwabara's defenses, a finger pressed between his ribs, just over his pulsing heart. "You're dead."
"I wasn't ready! Do over!"
Hiei rolled his eyes, stepping back. "Of course you aren't ready. That's why we're here," he spat, returning to the tree.
"Let's continue," Kurama said. "You'll get less warning in the tournament." He continued pushing Kuwabara until late into the afternoon.
The boy collapsed with barely enough energy to turn his head to the side to breathe. His sides heaved, his body looked as though he'd just been dipped in baby oil and water, even his pants were soaked through where they were still intact. His shoes, relatively new, looked as though they'd come from the bottom of a dumpster.
Kurama, for his part, looked as though he might have been jogging a little bit. His cheeks were a little flush and there was a slight glow to his skin. "Tomorrow, Kuwabara-kun. Same time."
"Do you think it wise to let him sleep?" Hiei asked. He'd mostly observed, occasionally stepping in with an attack when Kuwabara got too mouthy for his tastes. "He might forget everything."
"He isn't quite ready for that yet, Hiei. It is best not to push him too hard, lest he break." He looked at the boy and felt a small bit of pity for him. He pulled a seed from his hair and forced it to grow next to the boy. Melons sprouted, turning green with darker green stripes. "When you're ready, have some then go home," he said, turning to leave, Hiei following him. They had notes to compare about the detective, after all.
Kuwabara pushed himself up when he was able to move again. "Phoenix down?" he muttered, just barely managing to summon up enough energy to create a blade to cut it open. He didn't have the finesse to cut it into more than quarters, but he at the whole melon, down to the rind before letting out a sigh. "Demon bastards," he muttered.
A week later, and things were going along the same lines in the forest. Keiko happened to run across Kurama as he was leaving one night. "Um, Kurama-san," she muttered. She knew Yusuke worked with him and he was rather pretty.
"Yes, Keiko-chan?" he said, his hands slipping into his pockets.
She twisted her foot, looking at her toes a moment. Why was this so hard? "Are you…with Yusuke?" she managed to ask.
"With Yusuke?" he asked. "Do you mean, are we dating?" he asked, wanting to be sure he was answering the right question.
She nodded. "I saw him before he left…"
"Oh," Kurama said, the light going on. "In a way, yes. He's also with Hiei, too." He stepped a little closer. "It was a surprise to him that we both wanted to be with him, but he was attracted to men before. I think you knew that."
Keiko looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but his words worked their way into his memory and things that hadn't made sense before began to fit together. She drew her lip between her teeth. "I…didn't realize I did," she admitted.
"At this tournament, Yusuke will face many difficult things. Rejection from his dear friend shouldn't be one of them. Please, if you can, support him," Kurama pleaded.
Keiko drew herself up, indignant. "Of course! He's my friend!"
Kurama smiled. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. He'll need all the support he can get."
Keiko nodded. "Thank you for your time, Kurama-san." She was beginning to wonder just how she could get herself to the tournament. The more support Yusuke got there, the better and the best way to support him was to be there.
Kurama watched her go, pleased with what had happened. It was so simple to convince people of what they half believed themselves.
"I'm surprised you told her that much," Hiei said, appearing beside him as through from thin air.
"Humans respond best to shock," Kurama replied simply.
Hiei snorted. "Then what's wrong with Kuwabara?"
Kurama resumed his course to his house, Hiei following him. "He hasn't had a big enough shock," Kurama said simply.
"Do you think if we showed him what we did at night after playing with him, it'd be big enough?" Kurama had promised to allow Hiei to tie him down that night and Hiei was rather looking forward to having the fox's body as his play thing.
"That would be the wrong kind of shock," Kurama laughed, sensuality touching his voice as much as it moved his body.