Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ I Come Not, Friends, to Steal Away Your Hearts ❯ Chapter 1

Author's notes: What if Kurama accidentally seduced Hiei and Yusuke? What will become of our charming fox spirit? This fic is, more or less, an extended introduction for another story, which is still just in the planning stages. And it is, more or less, a lot of fuzz. I'll warn you now, Kurama is a bit of a fruit at times, which wouldn't normally be my preference; Hiei is even more introspective than usual, with a touch of the melodramatic; Yusuke is just a bit of a jerk. Well, now that I've really sold you on it, right? Also note that the Kurama in this is the so-called "integrated" Kurama. So when the human seems too sassy or the youko seems too civilized, that's the reason. As usual, YYH belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi/Shueisha, Studio Pierrot, and so on.

Warnings: Shonen ai, yaoi, spice, allusions to lemon (not even enough to be a proper lime).

I Come Not, Friends, to Steal Away Your Hearts...
A Yu Yu Hakusho Yaoi Fic by Kitsuneko

With a pleased tune on his lips, Kurama calmly picked his way between trees, densely packed and obscuring the view of the ocean, but not the sound. His tail swished along his thighs and he allowed his arms to move freely at his sides, one hand swinging the picnic basket he carried. His rich gold eyes held none of their usual cruelty, instead showing a pretty sparkle and smiling corners. Kurama was indeed a happy fox. He wasn't sure why he was in such a good mood; he'd had a long, tiring week and things were not yet looking up. But it was most likely a combination of the crisp, cool Makai air, the vibrant flora around him, and his extremely enjoyable plans for the afternoon. Stepping out of the forest into the small opening overlooking the ocean, Kurama called out to a familiar figure.

"Hiei! Ohayo!" Kurama waved cheerfully to the black-clad demon, whose grumpy roll of his eyes could be perceived even at a distance.

"You must have fallen and hit your head, fox. It's already late afternoon, not morning," he muttered, not needing to turn around, keeping his back to Kurama. Kurama looked around, as if taken unawares by the sudden, rude change in time.

"Oh. Well, I suppose I did take a little too long fixing lunch," he held the basket up a little, looking at it in an accusing manner, "and I did take my time getting out here..." The fox spoke in sweet, childish tones that closely approximated Shuuichi's voice, provoking an ill tempered snort from his friend.

"Baka fox, what stupid thing have you come up wi-"

Hiei turned around, scowling, but stopped mid sentence, his attention abruptly jerked from speech. He swallowed hard, biting down on his reaction, and his lip, to try to pull his thoughts back together. For a long moment, he just observed the form before him. Tall, intimidating build, but with a willowy grace, long tresses that looked like spun silk, slight bangs framing warm, enticing gold eyes. And, of course, the happily wagging tail and perky ears that twitched at the tickling stroke of the sea breeze. Youko Kurama was indeed something to behold.

"Hiei? What's wrong?" Kurama tilted his head slightly to one side, causing his hair to cascade over one shoulder, and one ear turned to the side, the picture of curiosity. Hiei gave his head a slight shake, quickly distracting his rampaging brain.

"I'm fine. Did you say something about lunch?" He sniffed, peering at the basket in a most intent manner. Kurama smiled, pleased at his interest, and nodded. He skipped over to a tree, plopping down on the shady plot of grasses surrounding it, totally baffling Hiei, who was used to more reserved, if no less appealing, versions of Kurama. Nonetheless, he followed, sitting on the opposite side of the basket, watching as Kurama removed the contents of it.

"I brought some tasty sandwiches, iced tea, fresh fruit, and chocolate pound cake. I know how much you like the ones my 'kaasan makes." Hiei's eyes lit up when he saw the cake; staying around the Ningenkai had given him a sweet tooth. He reached for the cake, having every intention of devouring it by himself, but Kurama pulled it away, 'tsk'ing at him.

"Nuh-uh, no dessert until after lunch," he reprimanded as he tucked the cake and fruit back into the basket. He then handed Hiei a sandwich, who ate it while trying to sulk. Kurama nibbled at his own food, sipping his iced tea, and letting his tail thump against the ground beside him. Hiei quickly ate his food, looking impatiently at Kurama, but he was forced to wait until the fox finished his meal and he was taking his sweet time. Finally, Hiei had a thick slice of cake, piled high with strawberries, and was content. Kurama chuckled at the usually grumpy youkai's childish antics. After only a few minutes, Hiei had polished off his dessert and was looking around for more sweets. Kurama ignored his search, instead stretching out on his side while savoring a slice of peach from the bowl of fruit. He licked juice from his fingers, then his lips; this was just too nice.

"Hiei. There's a stream around here, isn't there? I think I'll take a swim. It's been so warm back home lately. Oh, that reminds me- Hiei?" Kurama noticed that he had once again lost the youkai's attention. Or perhaps he had his attention, but it wasn't focusing on his words. Hiei was once again staring at him with a look somewhere between "star-struck" and "deer-in-headlights". Normally, Kurama would never have misinterpreted that look, but the fact that it was coming from the grumpy youkai, who had previously refused all his half-teasing advances, threw his instincts. Regardless, it was getting very irritating.

Hiei couldn't have agreed more on that count. His brain had once again latched on to Kurama's foxy form, this time focusing on the seductive movements of his hands and his loving treatment of the now devoured peach. The fact that Kurama did not seem aware that he was driving Hiei up the wall was all the more alluring; Hiei was vaguely afraid to know what it would be like to have the youko actually work to seduce him. Kurama, momentarily distracted from Hiei's odd behavior, rolled on to his back and gave in to the full body stretch that was calling to him. Arms stretched over his head and toes pointed, he rolled his head against the fragrant herbs under him, inhaling deeply.

Without thinking, Hiei leaned forward and caught Kurama's lips, kneeling beside him with his hands by his shoulders. Kurama's eyes snapped open and he lurched upwards, pressing a hand against Hiei's chest. The koorime immediately backed off, looking embarrassed.

"Don't go," Kurama requested, holding on to a handful of his tank top. Cautiously, as if approaching a poisonous animal, Hiei moved back to Kurama, reaching out to knit his fingers in the silver hair. Kurama encouraged him, wrapping arms around his waist and leaning into him. Hiei grabbed a section of Kurama's hair, tugging his head to the side to drag his fangs along the tender flesh of his neck, occasionally letting his tongue slip across the tasty flesh.

"Fox, now," Hiei whispered huskily, blowing the words into Kurama's fuzzy ear.

"Ahn, Hiei, slow down..." The remnants of his human sense fought half-heartedly; neither Hiei nor Kurama was impressed.

"Stupid kitsune, you talk too much," he growled and, on a whim, pulled his tail.

"Hiei! Hidoi ne! Don't do that."

"Can't help it if I want your tail," Hiei commented with a smirk, trailing the tip of the tail across his own neck. Kurama started to pull back, once again halting Hiei's advances with a hand to his chest.

"Hey, who said you'd get my tail? I don't bottom for just anyone, you know."

"Then it's good that I'm not just anybody." The rest of Kurama's objections were swallowed in an overwhelming kiss that left him seeing stars.

Hiei watched the steady rhythm of Kurama's breathing, the smallest hint of a smile curving the line of his mouth as he slept. With a fingernail, he traced the line of one smooth, uncovered shoulder, delighting in the silky feel of the pale flesh. He traced patterns across his arms and hips and the sleek plane of his back.

Kurama had always represented comfort and companionship for him, being the first person to kindly tend to him, with warm words and gestures that never suggested any motive less genuine than friendship. Certainly, Kurama was one of the people dearest to him. He cherished his sister equally, but that was a love tempered by the secrecy he enforced. Then there was the whole team, which truly had become a family for him. Yusuke, most of all, who had shown much of the same sort of caring that Kurama had, though in his own rough, teasing manner. But Kurama went beyond any of them; he understood Hiei to a level that he had imagined impossible. Yet, it was not only his kindness that attracted Hiei. The fox was cute, of course, but Hiei enjoyed the entire package. Kurama's ruthlessness was as alluring as his compassion. Hiei would always admire his cold intelligence and reveled in watching him fight. Kurama wielded the kind of brutality and brilliance that Hiei respected, but was not ruled by it. But the final charm was his gorgeous youko aspect; though he had seen him but a few times in that form, Hiei was captivated by the sexy demon.

And today, showing his irresistible looks coupled with his sweet nature, the youko had been just too tempting for a forbidden child. Kurama was the essence of everything Hiei desired and he knew that his feelings for the fox ran deeper than he had ever revealed. But silence (the hallmark of his relationship with his sister) hung over his heart. It was pushed aside by desire today, but that temporary openness was fading again.

His thoughts were redirected slightly as he felt the curled form next to him shift and stretch. Again struck by the beauty of the fox, he considered doing something to dispel that silence.

A sweaty, slightly sore, but thoroughly pleased Youko Kurama woke to find Hiei silently admiring him as he napped. Stretching elegantly, he moved to pillow his head on the demon's black-clad lap. Opening his eyes slowly, he offered Hiei a warm smile, earning himself the sight of a delicate smile gracing the koorime's lips. He nuzzled his head affectionately against the bandaged hand that gently stroked his ears and hair, prompting a small chuckle from his pillow.

"Fox, I worship you," Hiei stated plainly, moving his hand along Kurama's bare chest, across his ribs, and down the line of his hips, invitingly. Kurama arched into the touch, but closed his eyes sleepily. Covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawned, he burrowed into his black pillow a bit more.

"Would you place me in a temple, in the base of a ancient tree trunk, and bring offerings to my cave?" he asked in a drowsy, utterly debauched way. Hiei blushed and moved his hand back to petting his ears. "I still want to go swimming."

"Okay, so let's go," he prompted, pulling Kurama up into a sitting position before standing up. Kurama blinked up at him slowly, evidently having great trouble getting his body to respond to his commands. Slowly, he managed to roll onto his knees, kneeling and looking around for his clothing. He lazily gathered his tunic and pants, holding them to his front in a small show of modesty. Hiei offered him a hand, which he accepted, and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet. He smiled brightly, then moved to follow Hiei in the direction of the stream.

Kurama lowered himself from the short bank of the stream, down into the silent water. He released a blissful sigh; the water was delightfully cool and clear, with a bed of smooth rocks and a mild current that caressed his skin and fur.

"This is heaven... Hiei, you should try it."

"Hn. I don't like water much. And I don't like cold."

"But it feels so gooood... How can you not be warm, wearing all that black?" Kurama didn't wait for an answer, allowing his head to slip underwater, his hair floating like a silver cloud around him. Coming back up, he smoothed his hands over his hair, grimaced, and gave his head a hard shake.

"Ugh. I hate water in my ears!" Hiei's laughter was slightly muffled and Kurama glared at him while tugging at his ears. With a smirk that Hiei didn't have time to notice, the fox smacked the surface of the river, sending a spray of water flying at him. Hiei's hands flew to his face, in a motion that would have been defensive if it hadn't been so late, instead wiping water from his face. While he was thus distracted, Kurama grabbed for one of his ankles, managing to roughly drag him off the bank and into the water.

Flailing and sputtering, Hiei regained his footing, but not before he was thoroughly soaked. He stood in the water, his hair now a spiked mop, several pieces plastered to his face, and his tank top and pants clinging to his skin, with a shocked and enraged look. With a nervous laugh and his hands raised defensively, Kurama began backing away from the youkai, who looked as though he might vaporize the whole stream at any moment.

"Stupid fox!" Hiei roared, lunging forward to tackle the terrified youko, sending them both back under the water. Kurama was the first one to surface and he used the head start to swim with the current, swiftly multiplying the space between him and his potential death. Finally, several yards away, Kurama surfaced, shaking a spray of water from his hair and fur.

"Fox, get back here!"

"Sorry, Hiei, not a chance." Hiei was hauling himself out of the water, vainly trying to wring out his clothing.

"It's your problem anyway. Now I'll just have to use your house to dry my clothes."

"Actually, that was why I came to see you today. One of my mother's old friends isn't feeling well, so she's going to take care of her for a while. But it's almost time for spring break and she doesn't want me staying at home alone. So I'm going to be at Yusuke's house for a week. He said it would be fine for you to go there as well, if you needed to."

"What did you tell that fool? He's going to get strange thoughts about why I come to your house."

"It seems that they won't be so strange anymore. And he only teased me a few times about shacking up with people."

"About doing what?"

"It means a couple that lives together without being married."

"Oh."

"See? Not-so-strange thoughts."

"What have I gotten myself into?"

"A fox den, it seems."

"Baka."