Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Aftermath ❯ Midnight Snack ( Chapter 6 )

Yusuke squirmed slightly, his light doze beginning to leave him. He was still laying on Kurama, the fox's arms wrapped loosely around his waist, comforting. Hiei's arm was draped across his back more firmly, possessive in its weight. One of Kurama's hands lightly traced up his back, tickling his spine, causing the dark haired boy to shiver and look up into the kitsune's face. The red head smiled, “Ready for that bath, love?”

 

Yusuke smiled at the term of endearment, “Love?” He rubbed his cheek against the demon's chest, “I like that. Yes, I think I can move, now.” Slowly, he pushed himself off the kitsune, opposite the side Hiei was laying on. The koorime drew his hand down the tantei's arm, capturing the boy's hand and bringing the palm of it to his lips before getting up from the bed. Yusuke felt a delicious tingle travel up his arm at the simple gesture. His eyes followed the naked fire demon as he left the room.

 

“He doesn't speak much,” Kurama murmured as he sat up, “he prefers actions, but we do love you. Hiei may never say it, but he will show you.” He glanced over his shoulder to the detective who was still lying on the bed. They could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom. “C'mon,” he said, reaching a hand back, “let's go take a bath. Then, how about some ice cream?”

 

“Ice cream? And here I thought you ate healthy stuff,” Yusuke scoffed as he pulled himself off the bed, shedding the dirty shirt, and wrapping his arms around the kitsune as they both stood.

 

Laughing, Kurama put his finger to his lips, “Don't tell, but Hiei likes it.”

 

“Hn,” came from the doorway and both boys turned to see the koorime in question standing in the opening with his arms crossed over his chest.

 

Yusuke smiled brightly at the disgruntled demon, “That's okay, Hiei. I like it, too. My favorite flavor is vanilla fudge ripple. What's yours?”

 

A small smile crossed Hiei's face, “The same.” He turned, gesturing for them to follow him, and entered the bathroom. In addition to filling the tub, he had filled the sink with warm water, a washcloth resting on the counter. Dipping the cloth, he began to gently wipe off Yusuke's stomach, removing the dried semen that had collected there. Rinsing out the rag, he continued to cleanse the boy's body, gently stroking his flaccid member with the rough rag.

 

Yusuke smiled, running his fingers through the shorter demon's hair. Hiei looked up, a gentle smile on his face as Yusuke lightly kissed him. “I love you, too,” he said, pulling back. He turned to face the kitsune, “And you, too.” Yusuke's entire being felt warm, happy, alive, as he laced his fingers through the kitsune's. He did not embrace the red head, however, allowing Hiei to continue with his ministrations. After rinsing out the cloth, the koorime moved to clean the kitusne's body with the same gentle strokes he used on the detective.

 

After rinsing the rag one final time and draining the sink, Hiei took the detective's free hand and let him into the water-filled tub, Kurama following, sitting first, his back resting against the back of the tub. Yusuke gingerly sat between the kitsune's open legs, leaning back as the kitsune gently pulled his shoulders. Hiei sat facing the tantei, resting his cheek against the boy's chest as he wrapped his arms around both of his lovers, his feet sticking up out of the water as his knees were pressed against the end of the tub.

 

Yusuke sighed in contentment before a thought occurred to him. “Kurama?” he asked, worry in his voice. The red head hummed his question, leaning his cheek on the dark haired boy's shoulder. Yusuke turned to look as well as he could at the kitsune, “What about your mother?”

 

Kurama smiled, his eyes full of compassion and love, “Don't worry, Yusuke. She knows about Hiei and me already. And she knows that we were interested in someone else possibly joining us. At first, she didn't like the idea of me being with Hiei, but once she was okay with that, she accepted that we wanted another.”

 

“And she's okay with…well…when she's home…she…” Yusuke's voice trailed off as his face turned red.

 

“She knows we have sex. That's one of the reasons she visits relatives on the weekend, to give us time alone. She said she'd rather us be somewhere we'd be safe than sneaking around.” He smiled at Yusuke's expression of disdain that the two would ever be in danger, “She doesn't know about us being demons, yet, you see. So, she visits relatives or takes weekend vacations to let us have the house, and we show our gratitude and respect by not doing anything more than kissing when she's here.”

 

Hiei poked a finger into the detective's rib cage, “You will do the same, detective.”

 

Yusuke flinched away from the finger, nodding, “Absolutely.” He grinned, “I can behave, y'know…just cause I don't doesn't mean I don't know how to.”

 

“What about your mother, Yusuke?” the kitsune asked.

 

“I don't think she'll care. I'll tell her, you can be there if you want, but it's a matter of if she's sober enough to understand. I don't know. She may be sober and hate me, or she could be fine with it. It's hard to tell with her. I think I should tell her alone, though.”

 

“Why?” Kurama asked.

 

“I don't think she'd react very well if Hiei pulled his katana on her. She may be mad enough to hit me, I honestly don't know, but I don't want her hurt or anything.” He looked into the red eyes before him, “I don't want you to get upset by seeing that, Hiei. But, I do have to tell her and accept whatever reaction she gives me.” Yusuke sighed, “Honestly, I really don't care how she reacts. I'll tell her because she's my mom, but I don't care what she thinks.”

 

“Then why tell her?” Hiei asked.

 

“Because she is my mother. I know she cares about me, even though she doesn't show it well…or at all, most of the time. I think…I'm pretty sure she'll be fine as long as I let her know I'm happy.” The dark haired boy sighed, “How she reacts depends a lot on how much she's had to drink and if she managed to worry about me this weekend. I did tell her I was coming over here and left her the number.”

 

“Yusuke,” Kurama began, “are you happy?”

 

The tantei smiled broadly, looking at the kitsune over his shoulder, “Never been happier, `rama.”

 

“Even with Kuwabara and Keiko's reactions?”

 

Yusuke's smile faltered slightly, “Even so…they'll be okay with us eventually, and then I can be perfectly happy.”

 

Kurama squeezed the boy between his legs and felt Hiei tighten his grip. He was relieved Yusuke didn't regret them being together, that he believed the best of their friends. Pressing his cheek to the tantei's, Kurama sighed, “I'm happy, too, Yusuke. I'm happy you're with us, that you have no regrets, that…that everything is working out.” He rested his forehead on the shoulder in front of him, relaxing with a shuddering sigh.

 

“'rama, were you worried?” Yusuke asked. He felt the red head nod against his shoulder. “Why?” Kurama didn't move, nor did he answer.

 

“He was afraid that you would end up hating us,” Hiei answered. “Or that you'd be scared away. We've wanted to ask you to join us for a while, but we didn't want to loose our friendship or jeopardize our working relationship.”

 

“I…I can't tell you how…how happy I am that you did invite me over last night. Please, `rama -koi, don't worry anymore, `kay?” Yusuke turned to face the red head as well as the confines of the tub would allow him. With a gentle touch, he lifted the kitsune's chin so he could look into green eyes, “I really truly am happy. Even if today has been stressful, I'd rather go through it again a thousand times than never have been asked over.”

 

Kurama smiled, the expression turning to a grin as Yusuke's stomach rumbled. When the tantei blushed, Kurama laughed out right, “C'mon, let's put some ice cream into that bottomless pit of yours.”

 

Hiei stood, stepping out of the tub to allow the other two room to maneuver. Yusuke turned so that he was on his hands and knees, his face near Kurama's, “Just `cause I can't get enough of you,” he teased before kissing the kitsune.

 

Kurama returned the kiss before pinching the tantei, drawing a squeak of protest from the boy, “The water's getting cold. Get out or no ice cream!”

 

Yusuke's eyes went wide at the threat. “I'm getting, I'm getting!” he protested, standing and practically jumping out of the cooling water. Hiei wrapped a towel around the boy's waist, allowing himself to be pulled into an embrace. “I can't get enough of you, either,” Yusuke murmured, kissing the koorime.

 

By the time the two pulled away from each other, Kurama had left the bath tub, wrapped a towel around himself and gone to the kitchen. Hiei grinned at the tantei, “Ice cream!”

 

“Yeah!” Yusuke returned the grin. The two left the bathroom and arrived in the kitchen to find two large bowls waiting for them on the table. Kurama was working on peeling an orange for himself and smiled at the two as they arrived. Yusuke hugged the kitsune's shoulders before he sat down. “You are gonna spoil me,” he said happily around a large bite of ice cream.

 

“You make it so easy,” the kitsune laughed as he popped a wedge of orange into his mouth.

 

“Well, y'know what they say, `simple pleasure for simple minds.'” He brought his hand to his forehead, an agonized expression on his face, “Ooh…shouldn'ta eaten so fast!”

 

“C'mere,” the kitsune ordered. He kissed the detective, using his tongue to rub the roof of the other's mouth. Yusuke hummed as he felt the cold induced headache leave.

 

“Is that supposed to encourage me or discourage me?” he asked when Kurama released him.

 

With a grin, the red head replied, “Take your pick.” He picked up another orange wedge, “Though, if you take too long to eat your ice cream, Hiei'll take it from you.”

 

“Oh, the decisions,” Yusuke groused. With a glint in his eye, he took another large bite of the frozen confection, inducing another mind numbing headache.

 

“I should make you suffer,” Kurama teased before administering his special brand of aide to the agonizing boy.

 

Silently, swiftly, the koorime, having finished his own bowl of vanilla fudge ripple, stole the detective's bowl and finished it. He was licking the last of the ice cream from the spoon when the other two finally pulled away from each other. Yusuke's attempt to glare at him, however, dissolved into a yawn. “Let's go to bed, love,” Kurama murmured tenderly, running his hand gently over the boy's face.

 

Yusuke smiled sleepily, “Love….I do like that.” He wrapped an arm around the kitsune as they walked up the stairs, letting himself be guided to the bed. He snuggled in as the two demons crawled in on either side, wrapping their arms around him as he drifted off to sleep.