Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Last Song ❯ Track 3: Album 1: This Side Of Me ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Thanks always for the review. I think I'm supposed to tell people there's sex in this chapter which is a duh because this story is rated X no not for swearing not for the content that its two boys and not a man and woman but for the fact that it has sex. enjoy the chapter and thanks for reading!! Happy Thanks' Fantasy.

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A scattered crowd packed themselves into the open air of Shinjuku Park. Some are on blankets, others are standing, some are sitting at tables chatting. To Hiei this is something he's always wanted and will continue to want even after he dies because he can't imagine ever being able to stop making music with his friends. A large sweep of clouds called the crowds attention overhead as it blocks out the warmth of the sun from them. The cool winter chill, though there is no snow, still floats around to tickle people with goosebumps.

Feeling a pair of hands come down on his shoulders, Hiei looks up from the sheet of lyrics on his lap, pencil falling from his mouth into his hand. "Kuro?" He says as if asking if the male wanted anything. He's been acting weird since he came back from the bathroom on the train, almost like he's trying to seduce him. Weird.

"What are you doing?" He asks with an impressively handsome grin on his face.

It went right over Hiei's head. "Looking over the lyrics for that song I'm doing with the gorilla," he shrugs indifferently. "Why, are we starting?"

With an aloof shrug, the taller male sidles a few steps in front of the male taking a seat on the grass. "No. Just curious as to what you're doing."

Narrowing his eyes, Hiei shakes his head with a smile at how odd the male is acting. "I can tell you one thing," he starts. "When we make it to larger tours we're never gonna have to perform in the cold like this again."

Snapping to attention, the long-haired male stands up and heads around behind his friend. "You're cold? Here," sliding out of his jacket, he drapes his coat over his best friends shoulders. "You can have my coat." Wrapping his arms around the male, he plants a kiss on the side of his head. "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

Bundling his self within the coat, Hiei cast his gaze longways at his friend. "You sure you don't wanna keep it."

With a wave of his hand he shakes his head, boastful look in his posture. "No. I don't even feel the cold." He shuddered when a breeze blew past.

"Hn." He closes his eyes at the disbelief of how stupid some people can be. "Clearly your body disagrees with your mind." Taking off the coat he hands it back. "I never said I needed extra warmth I was just saying that we're gonna be too big to just be doing small shows like we have."

To busy sliding into the warmth of his coat to hear his friend, he looks up at him with a, "Huh?"

"Nevermind."

Yusuke, who is chewing something rather noisily, heads past the two of them to the stage. "Come on guys starting time."

"After you." Says Kuronue gesturing ahead of his path.

Eyeing the male with all the worlds suspicion, Hiei says in passing. "You're not sitting by me on the train."

"What?" He follows after him.

The crowd screams upon seeing the cute vocalist step onto the stage. Hiei's hand goes up to wave at them all, but his eyes scan the area for Kurama. It takes a while at first but then he spots the crimson haired male sitting on the grass beside a cherry tree. As if he knew when exactly Hiei's red gaze had fallen on him, he lifted a hand to wave. Hiding his smile behind the mic. Hiei calls into it.

"Are you guys ready!"

The crowd screamed in unis. Yusuke counted out the time then they began to play. Five hours later the area had warmed up a great deal, that and the stage was heated for them; half the women in the crowd nearly fainted when Kuronue took off his jacket showing off his dragon tattoos that some people didn't seem to know he had. Hiei heard a slew of boys calling out 'So cool' while pointing at the male which meant those tattoos of his, like Bayuu, wouldn't be very original for long. He's also seen many more people with dye jobs to get starburst in their hair like his own. His dreams of larger crowds could easily become reality with how well people are responding to their music- obsession to appearance can be a good thing, because when they go home listening to the cd is what they want just so they can imagine them right? At the last song, 'Connected'; their next single, Hiei notices that Kurama seemed to be laughing at something, it made him falter on the lyrics a bit, but he regained his composure quickly and once it was over the four of them leave the stage to sign autographs before they head to Tokyo to meet up with Kuwabara and his team.

"I love you guys!" Shouts a girl as though they're deaf. Handing Hiei her autograph book, she pulls out her phone snapping a picture.

Smirking, Hiei looks up. "Wait until I'm looking if you want a picture."

The girl blushed that he spoke directly to her then she actually let his words process and bowed an apology before holding up her camera. Hiei smiles but his face slips to confused when Kuronue cuts into the picture, gripping his shoulder giving it a squeeze before pressing his cheek to Hiei's. The younger male shakes off the odd behavior of his friend then returns the smile to his face. The young girl giggled then snapped the picture.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Hesitant, the girl is about to leave but she turns back around. "Its so cute, when the two of you kiss." She clears up. "Could I... have a picture like that? Please? You can say no."

Hiei shurgged leaning over so he could give Kuronue his cheek. Pressing his mouth to the males cheek they separated when the young girl took the picture. Half the crowd cooed with how sweet it was that they are so close to allow one another to be that silly.

"Can I get an autograph Yusuke!" Calls a girl at the end of the table.

"Oh cool, where'd you get this poster?" Asks the Urameshi boy.

"My friend in graphics made it for me." She brags. "We have lots."

Hiei was distracted long enough glancing in the drummer's direction to miss Kurama part through the crowd and pass him his notepad. "Can you sign this please." He asks.

Kuronue smiles at the male. "Sure." He takes the notepad to sign; Hiei turned at the sound of Kuronue's voice pulled away from spying on the posters the young girl was showing Yusuke. "There you go." Says Kuronue once finished.

Hiei didn't mean to stare but he couldn't help it, the male was just... bewitching! Kurama smiled kindly to Kuronue sparing him a slight glance before training his gaze to Hiei as he seemed to be in the same trance as his self. Kurama wished the two of them were alone right now, whenever they're apart he can hardly concentrate, all his thoughts drifting to the short, dark haired male. "Thank you." He says. "Mr. Janganshi." He hands him the book as he intended to.

Taking it absently he says. "Hiei." The strange new last name didn't sit right on the red heads pretty voice, he wanted him to know his real last name.

"Hiei." He corrects.

Lowering the notebook to his lap Hiei quickly scribbles on it then hands it back to Kurama who looks it over to see the number of his hotel room and what to say to the front desk. Smiling his thanks he turns to leave but Kuronue calls him back.

"Hey, now I know where I've seen you before." He snaps his fingers. "You were in the crowd at NewNextNow, right?"

Nodding, Kurama blushed at being repeatedly seen by anyone but Hiei. "Right."

"See, you said I was getting a big head." Kuronue says to his best friend. "I recognize people from other places."

Beside them a skinny male in a dark blue blazer claps his hands to call their attention. "Time to pack it up!"

The crowd groaned in dispair but respectfully broke apart to give them space to leave, though, some of them shoved through the thick of the crowd in hopes to at least get their hand touched since they couldn't get an autograph that day. The band gladly reached out to them shaking their hands. One girl pulled Koenma close planting a kiss on his cheek then shouts 'I love you!'. But their eyes follow Hiei like a cat watching a mouse run along the lining of a wall, each of them just waiting to pounce. Glad for cover in the limo the four of them shudder for warmth in the heated car because once off the stage the cold kicked up ten fold on them.

"I can't wait until four fan letters turn into fifty." Says Yusuke blowing on his hands. "I should have worn gloves." He says to no one.

Koenma is on his cell talking to whom could only be Botan. Hiei couldn't help but watch how happy his friend looked when speaking to Botan even over the phone. He wondered if he'd be like that with Kurama. Tonight is gonna be their first date and he doesn't wanna do something stupid or rude because he's never been on a date with a male before. Are there wrong things to say to gay people besides calling them ignorant names. What if he offends the pretty red head by saying that he thinks he's pretty? Will he get upset and call him typical to wanna hand out female compliments just because he's gay. It shouldn't be rude, he really is pretty anyone would look at him and think so.

Feeling a nudge from beside him, he snaps out of his train of thought. "What?"

Making a sound similar to the standards of a 'cat fight' Kuronue shrugs. "Just wondering why you're looking so thoughtful, that's all."

"I'm still just thinking about lyrics, that's all." He lies.

"Huh." He intones. Looking at Hiei, he cocks a brow in wonder but remains silent.

The car slowed to a stop outside of their hotel and the four of them head inside to order something to eat so they can have a quick meal before heading out for a photoshoot and an interview on a show. The four of them are eating in Kuronue's room since he has a spare bed that he won't mind getting a bit crummy. Hiei paid for a room alone with his pocket money; both Koenma and Yusuke thought that was odd, but Kuronue knew the reason Hiei didn't want to share a room with him. His crush must be eating him alive, but the Uguisuu male decided to up their bond so when he turned the shorter male down it wouldn't hurt so much.

"I love the pizza here." Says Yusuke on his fifth slice. "They cut the sausage long ways; more people should go with that style."

Snickering, Koenma comments. "I don't think a lot of places can afford to buy that much meat."

"What does money have to do with anything?"

"Think about it Yusuke, if you make" he trails off to find something suitable as an example. "Cookie dough. Make a bunch of small ones and everyone can eat as much as they like, how many packs of dough do you think you'd go through if you made cookie slabs."

Trying to figure it out, he frowns. "Looks like I'll have to special order when we get home then."

"I hope this doesn't change." Says Koenma. "Talking about stupid things; I heard that some singers tend to get tired of being in a band and they go solo, singing live to recordings of music."

"Tch." Shaking his head, Kuronue picks a piece of onion skin from between his teeth while talking. "We're too close for that and if anyone does get big in the head, we'll drag their name through the mud until they change their mind and come back."

"That's mature." Koenma gets up from the bed, napkin cleaning his hands, before he heads into the bathroom. "Botan says that their is some buzz going on in Tokyo about us."

They turn an ear to the bathroom so they can listen to what he's saying.

"She said that a group of girls was talking to a friend of theirs trying to get her into our music," a flushing toilet then the sink silences him for a moment then he walks out and finishes what he was saying. "She borrowed her headphones from her and after two songs she bought a cd." Grabbing his long black coat from the hanger, he slips into it. "She says we're a shoe-in for best new artist at JPA."

Pleased with that, the three remaining members still eating take their friends example by getting up from the bed, cleaning theirselves up then heading out to the waiting limo.

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Everyone was completely animated after the interview on Snaps To New and they are all goofing around in the limo teasing the host about all the goofy questions they're often asked.

"Okay, okay" says Kuronue holding up a hand to silence them. Leaning his fist toward the second youngest of their group he asks. "Yusuke, when was the last time you had a really good session of masterbation?"

"Oh let's see..." he places his hand to his chin in thought. "Gosh its been so long I almost don't remember, but I'm sure it was some time around my birthday."

Kuronue sounded as though he'd just heard the answer to the meaning of life with the way he gasped in awe at Yusuke's answer. "Hiei is that your real hair color?"

Hiei, quietly snickering beside his friends, glanced out the window before saying. "Yes. Do you want to touch it?"

"Sure." Reaching out he runs a hand through his friends hair. "So cool!"

Swatting the continually caressing hand from his hair, Hiei says. "If I have to answer that question about my hair one more time I'll shave my head." Turning his gaze back into the car, he adds. "Don't they think people watch other shows, they don't wanna hear the same things all the time."

"Yeah, but what can you do?" Replies Koenma with a shrug.

"Ahaha, blurt out the expected questions answers and trap them into asking you something else." Chides Yusuke.

The four of them laugh and joke all the way to the photo shoot in which they were asked to pose on a bed and look real seductive. This is going to be for their newest album since it inclined so much about sex. Another good selling point says Sawada. Hiei had the most film to be shot and the others were waiting for him as he finished up. Lay this way, lay that way, slit your eyes here. It was all so cheesy the male thought, but it was part of the job. And when he was just about to go the photographer came up to him, smile on her face, and shook his hand. Hiei found that odd as all the other photographers seemed satisfied with a simple thumbs up before the group took their leave. But women are weird in that sense. As usual the group decided to retire to their rooms; Hiei actually couldn't have gotten back to the hotel fast enough, but the others seemed to talk of wanting to go out but they were far too tired to actually do it. Parting ways, they wave a hand to one another without so much as a grunt for a 'good night'.

Taking the elevator up to his floor, which is separate from the others, Hiei walks down the hall with haste. Sliding the card through the lock on the door he steps inside surprised to see that his room is empty. Checking his watch, he considers the time and guessed that the red head might think its too early to have come. Stepping further into the room Hiei jumps out of his skin when he removes his coat and something lands on his shoulder. Spinning around after his mental yelp, he lets out a breath seeing Kurama standing beside the closet, back against the wall. The taller male chuckled into his hand.

"Did I startle you?"

Blushing, Hiei cleared his throat turning toward the bed. "I knew you were there." He lied walking over to the bed. "I just thought it would be cute if you got a kick out of startling me." He wasn't about to continue letting the pretty red head seduce him with his odd yet adorible behavior, he can be pretty seductive too when he puts his mind to it, but, it left him wondering for a moment how old the male was to his self. Continuing with his first statement he goes on to say as he sits down on the soft bed. "Besides, I smelled the chinese food." He popped open one of the containers to see what was inside.

Pushing from the wall, Kurama joins Hiei on the bed. "Is that right."

"Mm hmm." He didn't trust his voice not to squeek when the other male was that close to him, his thick scent coating his lungs with intoxication. How had he not smelt him when he walked in?

"How was your day? Did you do anything really exciting?"

With a shrug, Hiei picked out some shrimp with his chopsticks. "We had a shoot and had to take a bunch of ridiculous sexy pictures for the album."

"Hm."

Secretly smiling at how being around Kurama made him feel like he's on an emotional and physical roller coaster with the way his mind jumps from turned on to awkward, then comfortable. Hiei adds. "And we had an interview before that."

"Mm." Kurama replies.

There is a moment of silence between them, comfortable as they eat beside each other at the top of the bed. To break the silence because he felt a bit guilty about what Hiei had implied earlier about him, Kurama nudged the singer to say.

"I'm sorry about before. I really wasn't teasing you about your success, its just that I...." he trailed off.

"You what?"

With a shrug Kurama says. "I don't usually like your type of music." He said with an air of awkwardness. "I listen to classical music you see, and that's why I was curious about just how famous you and Noizu has become because I don't listen to the media or other things like that to know what to like."

"Oh."

"I never meant to mock you or your band."

Hardly insulted, Hiei wondered though. "Then why did you start showing up to listen to us?"

"Truthfully, it was when you performed in Tokyo. The words to that song you were singing, I found them to be unusual and pretty." He looks at Hiei, big green eyes showing truth. "The music behind it though," he again shrugs, face distorted in distaste. "I got curious when I saw that you were going on a promotional tour and since I missed your show at Strickly Locals I thought that I should go see you play."

"Have you changed your mind?"

Wetting his mouth, he looks thoughtful. "I'm not sure." Again with the airy laugh, he says. "My infatuation with you has cost me my entire bonus just to see you and hopefully get the chance to ask you out. I won't be able to see you play in Tokyo though. I'm out of money after I return home."

"Maybe I could get you a ticket or something. I've got money." He looks insistant.

Kurama waves a hand to turn him down. "I have to visit my mother in the remainder of my vacation and she's moved to a different prefecture, so I wouldn't be able to see it even if I could afford it."

"Oh."

"Something bothers me though."

"Hm?"

"You aren't singing the same as you did at the park."

"Hmm?" Confused for a second, he then put it together and shakes his head. "Oh that. Our manager says he knows the sound people want to hear so we have to sing pre-written songs. Its not our sound, but, he was right."

"Hn." Kurama closes his eyes in thought. Getting up from the bed, he stroles over to the couch where he's left his violin.

Watching him, Hiei cocks a brow.

"Care to indulge me with the lyrics, I can't seem to recall them so well." He plays the back bar to the song 'Leeca'.

"Mm." Picking up his acoustic, Hiei walks over to the couch taking a seat beside the standing male. "Do you always carry that thing around with you?"

"I do. I consider it a hobby of mine."

"Mm." He waits for his cue then plays the second bar of the song. Hiei can't help but hear that it does sound nice this way, though, he has yet to sing.

"Do you always carry your acoustic?"

"I do. Mostly because I want to write cords to new songs I'm working on."

Kurama found that odd. "Hiei, if your manager has songs pre-written for you than why do you continue to write songs." He stops playing, looking down at the male.

With a shrug, Hiei smirks. "I consider it a hobby of mine."

Smirking back, he replies. "Touche."

"Don't you hate it when people tell you that a tree is brown when you've clearly chosen to color it purple."

"Huh?"

"Our music, Kurama, is that purple tree." He takes over the cords that Kurama has stopped playing. "Mr. Sawada gave us lyrics and music with a parental slap on the wrist that tells us to color it brown."

"I see." Another thought crossed the mind of the crimson haired male. "But Hiei, why continue with writing songs that won't be heard?"

"Sometimes its for personal listening with my band. That way I'm surrounded by my friends and the things I love." He nods to the male to take the bar he was playing not long ago then he began to sing.

"In the rays of sunlight, you were smiling." He slows the words from the original way he sings them so they fit with the style of music. "The puppy sleeping on your knee also looked peaceful..."

Cracking an eye open, smile on his face, Kurama asks. "Were you talking about someone when you wrote this?"

Nodding, Hiei, taps his foot. "Kuronue with Bayuu." He then returns to singing. "A little book was spread in the palm of your hand, and you softly traced the words with a pretty finger."

Kurama takes a seat now, causing a blush from Hiei when the seat leaned over in awe of the other males weight compared to his own. Shaking the warm feeling coursing through him, he continues to sing. "I thought that with that smile, anything could be saved underneath the limited sky," Hiei gasped when a pair of lips came in contact with his own just now noticing that Kurama has stopped playing.

When the pretty male broke away. Hiei looked down at his lap. "What was that for?"

"I thought you were cute right then." Explained the male standing now and heading over to the bed to have something more to eat.

Heat in his face, Hiei sets down his guitar and follows the male but the last thing on his mind is food as he takes the white box with the red dragon from the other males hand then sets it atop the dresser. Climbing onto the bed with one knee placed between Kurama's parted legs his other leg still on the floor due to lack of room for him to fully climb onto the bed yet, Hiei grabs his face kissing him back but with a little more fervor than the playful peck Kurama gave him.

Other leg coming up at Kurama's side it digs into the pillow for a second then the two fall back onto the bed. Their kiss is electric sending static messages to other parts of their body to continue. Soft moans escape their mouths when a kiss taste particularly sweet to them; their hips having yet to move, in fear should the movement elsewhere cause them to realize just what it is they're doing and it would cause them to stop.

Kurama let out a particularly soft in volume yet loud in stature moan as he arched up from the bed, hands pressing into the mattress in order to give them more bed to work with than the edge. Hiei crawled up over him to readjust his self as well. Satisfied the two kiss once again, hands roaming under clothes curious about the other person through touch rather than sight since their eyes are closed. Kurama rolled them over, then left the bed.

Sitting up on his elbows, Hiei watched the males depature to where he assumes is the door to leave. About to call him back and apologize he sees the male head into the bathroom then return with bath gel. Wondering what that could be for, he lost sight of his thoughts when Kurama began to remove his shirt while straddling him. Never one to be slow, Hiei takes his shirt off as well tossing it over the other side of the bed. Kurama sighs when their bare flesh meets, only now the red heads lips are at Hiei's neck sucking down hard. For a moment Hiei wondered if the taller male were trying to leave his mark on him with how hard he was clamping down, but when a draft came through his jeans, he noticed it was a distraction for what was happening elsewhere.

"Kurama wait." He says attempting to catch his breath while speaking. He sits up shoving the male a bit so he'll let up.

"I'm sorry, I had just assumed you'd be on top."

Blushing with confusion he asks. "Then why are you undoing my pants?"

Quiet laughter that wasn't really mocking just a snicker that the shorter male could be so clueless and cute, Kurama showed him the bath gel. "I planned to lubricate you. Unless you'd like to do it yourself."

"No." Embarrassed, he lays back down. "Go ahead."

Leaning over, he placed a kiss on the shorter males cheek then leaned in a little lower to whisper. "I'll do myself if you're unsure about doing it well enough."

Blushing, Hiei nods, grateful for the kissing to return so he wouldn't be seen in this embarrassed state that quickly vanished when Kurama's slicked hand wrapped around his hardening member. He caught his breath sharp enough to constrict his chest but thankfully he didn't choke on lack of oxygen, but because of those strong and firm jerks his breathing had picked up a great deal. Should anything feel this good? He's touched his self maybe once in life, maybe once. But it was nothing like this.

Hearing Kurama's heavy, low breathing, Hiei peaked his eyes open since the soft breaths are the only thing touching his parted lips at the time. Eyes going wide at the sight before him, he feels an even greater surge of heat in his lower region at the sight of Kurama's hand down between his parted legs as his fingers lubricate him, and yet he hasn't lost his pace at jerking him harder. Hiei was sure he would release right then and there if he didn't stop watching him. Kurama removed his fingers suddenly, then placed his hands down at Hiei's sides. The shorter male waited and watched as the red head sat his self down over his member. He didn't know what was making him harder the sight of his erection disappearing into the male or the gasped grunting of the male that's feeling it.

Fully lowered, Kurama lifts his hips again then lowers them. Hiei moaned loudly, arching his back in surprise of the heat and limited space the girth of his member is given and yet is quiet comfortable in. Judging by the sounds Kurama is making it isn't hurting him in the least. Not about to just sit there and take it, he leans up from the mattress, tongue coming out so the tip can taste the male's chest above him. Kurama gasped in surprised body dropping forward from weakened arms but he held his self up. Hiei watched the male, red hair framing his face as he flushed enjoying the treatment he's giving him. Hands unsure, the vocalist grips the males member after the sticky tip pulled off of him alerting his attention.

After that Kurama stopped moving up and down, switching it to forward and back into Hiei's hands. Lowering his self, the red head kissed Hiei with hunger or a thank you for such a wonderful feeling. Figuring a good ground level, Kurama's hips move down over Hiei then forward into the shorter males hands a movement that will please both of them.

The both of them are completely lost for even sound as their bodies rock with one another. Lips touching, tongue licking anywhere it wanted to taste. Hiei was sure that this was going to be what killed him. He'd be murdered by the first person he's ever given his self to. But surprisingly when the two cried out loudly in the other persons mouth, there was no death just two very spent teenagers trying to regain their vision and breaths until they both, exhausted, fell asleep.