Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Last Song ❯ Sucked In ( Chapter 16 )

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

A.N: Thank you for the reviews, I hope you like the kiss it took a while to do kissing is hard to really write out ya know. Enjoy the chapter Fantasy.


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I" Hiei gasped as his words are cut off from Youko placing his lips to his.

Since the former vocalists mouth was open from the gasp Youko invited his self right in, tracing his tongue lightly over the roof to the back of the teeth and just barely the tip of the muscle touched the back of his upper lip causing Hiei to shudder completely through. Hiei made the slightest sigh of pleasure and hastly removed his guitar dropping it beside the seat then he grabs a hold of the silver haired males cheeks moving in for a kiss of his own. Water from the drivers bangs drizzles down between their faces as the shorter male practically inhaled Youko's every breath as he chewed kissing from the male. Youko was shocked at how strong the little guy was having to lean back because Hiei climbed onto his lap.

Lightning flickered through the sky brightening the semi-darkened car revealing two skin starved men tearing at one another in the backseat. Hiei rocks his hips against Youko's growing buldge feeling his own straining to get free. Working the dark haired mans pants open, Youko switches their position slamming Hiei to the seat, the groan of excitement the shorter man made closed Youko's eyes as if he would climax on sound alone. Leaning over, he places kisses onto Hiei's neck and collarbone.

Shaking his head when Youko's hand grabbed his cock, Hiei turned his face back to him kissing him once again. Their moans became breathless as their pulses race. The pad of Hiei's tongue traced the side of Youko's tongue, his thumb going in the opposite direction along the silver haired males jaw to his earlobe that he teased between his index and thumb until the base of Youko's skull buzzed with excitement.

Bucking his hips up into the taller males hand, a boom from outside put smiles in their kisses as the storm out there couldn't compare to the one going on in the car. Only one thing could ruin this moment and it did.

Hiei's cell rang from the front seat scaring the crap out of both of them and they jumped apart looking as guilty as a little girl and boy caught by their parents in the tool shed. The shorter male was shaking as he caught his breath and tucked his member back into his pants as much as it hurt to do so. Youko turned his attention out the window to avoid looking at Hiei's ass as he leaned over the seat to grab his phone. Flipping it open to see who he was gonna kill, he was surprised to see a little bat flashing next to the letter. Kuronue.

"Hello?" He answered quickly.

"This is nice; you're answering your calls now, Hiei?" He sounds different.

"Just this once," he glances at Youko who still seems to be interested in something outside. "What are you calling for, did something happen?"

"No," his best friend made a spitting sound- oh, he's eating. "Why do they have to put pine nuts in stuff." He comments absently. "I just like to call and check in with you. I got a text- what, three months ago. How is that fair, I thought we were best friends."

"You know we're best friends, Kuro" Hiei says quickly. "I just need this time away right now, I told you that before leaving."

"I know," he sounds like he's pouting now. "I just miss hearing your voice sometimes. I'm like stupid lonely with no one to talk to but Yusuke and sometimes Koenma when he isn't busy."

Again he glances at Youko who is now looking at him, his gold gaze seemed to be staring right through his secret. Swallowing hard, Hiei says descretely. "What about the others?"

"Who? Dark Mirror? Psh. I'm sick of babysitting those brats- but, I did get to do that fan thing." Kuronue grins. "You know, the one where you say 'boy its hot in here' and they send in a fan to scream."

Nodding, Hiei rolls his eyes. "Yes, I know the joke Kuro', but I have to go."

"You sound funny. Are you alright?" Asks his friend. "Are you sleeping and eating okay?"

Hiei scoffed at that because he's going to be sleeping in a car the rest of the way home. Cozy. And as far as food goes if he has to eat one more cold meal he's liable to crack. "Yes mother, everything is fine. I'll talk to you sometime, okay?"

"Deal. And you'd better mean it, or I don't care what tour I'm on, I'll track you down and kick your ass."

"I know you will. Good bye Kuro."

"See ya."

They hang up.

Cocking a thin silver brow, Youko says with a smile. "Kuro."

Blushing as he puts his phone back in the front seat, he says. "Yeah."

They're quiet for a while, neither knowing what to say or do after the interuption of nearly... you know. Hiei wasn't even sure where that had come from, sure Youko's cute but his annoying teasing tends to override any thoughts such as falling for the guy or whatever would have happened had they been able to finish. The silence was deafening, but the storm seemed to be conversating loudly enough so there seemed to be no reason to talk. And yet, Hiei had to ask.

"So... what do we do now?"

Looking at him, Youko says while glancing outside. "Sleep. I'll find a lot somewhere." He starts to climb over the seat, but Hiei pulls him back by the hem of his shirt.

"That's not what I meant." When Youko is seated, Hiei continued saying. "Why did you kiss me?"

Scoffing, Youko crossed his arms looking like a child gearing up for a stand off with his parents over something stupid he's done. "Excuse me, but I was under the impress that you had liked it."

Blushing, Hiei looks at his lap as if the silver haired males hand still rest there. Then quietly he says. "You know what I mean. Youko, nothing can happen between us. I'm not staying with you forever; you're a drifter and I have a home in-..."

"Kochi. I know."

Nodding, Hiei says in a sigh. "Right."

They're silent again until Youko sighs. "I just... you're upset about a lot of things that happened in your life and because of that you're constantly haunted by not ending it right, same with me and my past. I thought, if this road trip between the two of us is gonna be a memory at least it will have a nice moment to look back on." He shrugs. "Call it a whim."

Hn. Kissed on a 'whim', I guess its not completely terrible. Snickering, Hiei closed his eyes shaking his head at how ridiculous that was. "A 'whim' huh? You do know I'm gonna kick your ass for that."

Snickering, Youko climbs to the drivers seat. "Try it and I'll kill you like I first planned to."

Smiling, Hiei grabs his guitar from between the seats. "Always tossing around empty threats." He places his fingers on the chords.

Youko glanced in the rear view mirror catching the former vocalist smiling at him before he looks down at the instrument in his arms. He listened quietly as Hiei played the bars from his song, singing what little bit of the song he has written down. Youko still thought the words were corny but he liked it anyway; maybe they could get money for the ferry faster with Hiei singing a song on a corner since he seems to have a real talent for it unlike all those others he's seen before on those days when he would just walk about the city, back when he had a home of course. It didn't take long to locate a parking lot that they could sleep in for the night. Youko got a little wet getting out of the car to get into the backseat once again telling Hiei to stay with him.

"How are we gonna sleep on this small seat together?" He asks while observing the taller male pop open the back seat. Moving up to stand hunched between the seats, Hiei then takes a seat on the back of the chair once Youko sets it back down.

"See, its like a mini couch bed now." He spreads the blanket out across the seat and down into the trunk. "Just kick some of the stuff out of the way."

Doing as he's told, Hiei is soon laying down between the inside and trunk of the car. Its odd but comfortable. Youko snickers into the top of the passanger seat, which he's using as a pillow since he gave his to Hiei.

"What?"

"Just thinking about something I'd asked earlier, about which way your door swung."

Cocking a brow, Hiei smirks before turning his back to the male. "Its still closed, and now I've locked it."

"Mm. So I just broke a window then?"

Blushing, Hiei shakes his head. "Go to sleep, Youko. 'A driver needs his rest', remember?"

"I remember." Closing his eyes, he says. "Goodnight, Hiei."

"Yeah." He closes his eyes as well.

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Youko wasn't sure what time it was but he knew he couldn't sleep a wink. He just lay there, half on his back legs bent and resting sideways. The silver haired male can't stop replaying the kiss. It was the first touch of intimate human contact he's had in a long time. That isn't the thing that's got his heart pounding so strained, though, its Hiei. The little lost song bird is really messing with his heart. When he first picked him up, he thought he was all broken pride because someone didn't think he was pretty. But then when he left for dinner and found the male walking along the road again like they had never happened he knew that it was something much more than wounded pride hurting the pretty boy. Hiei walked as though he expected nothing from the world anymore, he wouldn't be seen as he fell hungry on the streets, he wouldn't be offered even a dime if he held out a hand.... he's broken. Youko doesn't feel its his job to fix the world but something about Hiei.... he just can't say no to his silent cries.

Looking out the window past his dark haired passenger, he smiles at the slew of stars flickering away in the sky as though its always celebrating Christmas by keeping its lights on. Smiling, he reaches over and touches the males soft pile of spiked hair. Youko wondered what it would look like with gel in it, Hiei attempts tugging it higher in the morning but it never stays, maybe he should try springing for some gel for the guy. He had to snicker at that. Would it be considered rude?

"Hiei?" He says knowing the other male wasn't asleep either.

"Hm?"

"Do you play any other instruments?"

Hiei was silent a moment then replies, "Harmonica."

Laughing quietly, Youko states. "That's not an instrument."

"Than why does it make music?" He closes his eyes, the feeling of Youko's fingers tickling his scalp are making him drowzy.

"I don't know." Readjusting his head on the top of the passanger seat, he reaches with his other arm and pulls the male closer, right up against his chest. Pulling the pillow over for Hiei after he rest his cheek against the back of the shorter males head giving him a kiss on the back of the neck before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

"Its music from your own breath," Hiei says quietly. "Like all instruments, the sound is the music in your body without words." His fingers play with Youko's that are laying across his stomach. "Some people have it and some don't.... singing, playing instruments" he closes his ruby colored eyes. "the smallest uncertainty of who you are will be heard the moment you press that first key or sing that first note. But they don't hate you for technical mistakes, they just hate you for being an image other than what they see."

"So who cares about them," says Youko, his voice so close, his breaths on the back of Hiei's ear making him shudder inside. "Someone in here likes you a lot. And so do a lot of others." He adds referring to this 'Kuro' Hiei spoke to earlier.

"Mm." His voice is sleepier now. "But what good is that when they make that love seem like a lie." He felt Youko give him a squeeze. He had no more to say and at some point he went to sleep glad for the arms around him to keep him warm, but it was unnecessary since its a hot sticky night and the chill Hiei is feeling is more internal than outer.

Youko listened to a few more booms from the thunder outside before he too fell sound asleep.

"Your parents have a beach house?" Asks Hiei holding the map for Youko.

"Yeah, we used to go when I was younger but we haven't been in years, I thought they sold the place but its still under our name."

"And that's where we're going?"

"Its right in Osaka, we won't miss the ferry or anything and it'll be nice to sleep in a bed." After glancing at Hiei cocking a brow at him, he then adds. "Keep your eyes on the road signs."

"Yes sir." He says sarcastically.

The two of them agreed that a couple nights ago was just one of those good memories that Youko spoke of and it would never happen again. They're friends and nothing more. But neither of them can deny that they get a knot in there stomach anytime it goes silent for longer than five minutes. Almost like if they don't keep talking they'll end up mauling each other until they sufficate from lack of air.

"Its nice a place, the power isn't on but we can get it turned on if you want." Youko says absently.

Hiei smiled to himself at the idea of the Myoung boy trying to impress him, which is why this beach house came up out of the blue like this. Its sweet though, no one's ever tried to impress him before, he's usually the one that gets caught up in those feelings. Kind of like he was with Kurama. The smile on his face sagged.

Kurama. Now there's an old name I haven't thought of in ages. He smiles again. Its actually really nice to have forgotten about him even for a month. It dawned on Hiei that its now July, according to his watch and Sawada will probably be calling again wonderig where the hell his song is. These things don't just fall out of the sky you know. They need time and passion behind them before they can be considered worthy of Hiei's high standards- even if its for pricks, its still his name on it and he refuses anything less than perfection.

"How can your parents pay for this place that they don't even use, they should sell it." Hiei checks a sign, then points. "Right exit."

The car switches lanes, then straightens out.

"My Dad owns a dealership, he sells cars like oxygen around there, he can offord to waste anything he wants."

"Mm." After a moment, Hiei asks. "Do you miss living that life?"

"What life?"

Shrugging, he makes a face as his hands sweep up dramatically through the air. "Having the world at your fingers tips."

Youko twists his mouth up, then shakes his head. "No. I was a spoiled little fuck, living out here...." he searches for the right words. "I appreciate that I don't need this or that everyday."

Looking rather pulled away, Hiei shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't know if I could do it, I've lived hard for a long time; having money out of my ass..." he bites his lip. "I want it Youko, I want it bad."

Making the turn, he asks. "Why?"

"I know what pains come from being poor. Always wanting things that you could have easily taken care of had you not been poor."

"Such as?"

"Medical bills, medicine, things like that. Turn here."

Youko silently gasped hearing that. He had no idea that Hiei has a sick mother, that must be why he's heading home and with no money hitching was the only thing he could do. The poor guy. "I'm sorry. If I could have helped I would have."

Laughing, a loud bark of a laugh that came out suddenly, the former vocalist shakes his head. "No, you couldn't have helped, no one could help it was incureable."

"Was. Does that mean your mother is already-..?" He cocks his head to the side, eyes sympathetic to the poor boy.

"My mother? No, she's fine...." wetting his mouth, tears forming at the corners of his eyes he says quietly. "It was my twin sister Yukina."

"......You guys were close?"

"Yeah. She was every girl I ever would want or need in my life, no more no less. But she died about 2 years ago."

"Wow..... I never," he shrugs. "Met anyone that died before."

Smirking, Hiei says. "Well, you didn't know her so don't worry about it." Resting his head back on the seat, he closes his eyes. "I'm a lot happier when I forget about it."

Nodding, Youko continues to drive. The two of them are silent for most of the day, talking a bit during lunch in the back seat of the car, since the heat waves radiating from the car are too overwhelming to sit on the hood like they usually would have. Youko says that they should go swimming once they get there. Hiei really just wanted to finish his song, stop at home for a while then get back to Tokyo and get it over with. Its so weird though, everytime he's nearly finished with a song, he panics and tries for another one. Is it fear? What's to be afraid of? Its only a couple hundred people at most rejecting him with their eyes and ears before doing it audibly once its over, granted they don't just shun him before he gets even one word out.

Holding his stomach, he gets out of the car and rushes over to the grass. Vomit sprays from his mouth, his lunch of cold noodles and slices of ham kick up a powerful odor as he releaved his insides a bit more spitting out bits left in his mouth when he was done.

Youko walks up slowly behind him, curious as to what made the boy throw up. The fish isn't spoiled or anything. Rubbing his back for him, he hears a low 'thank you' as Hiei continues to clean his mouth, taking the offered bottle of water from Youko.

"Are you ok?"

Hiei nods, but then remembering why he threw up in the first place made his stomach turn again and out came breakfast. Turning his nose up, Youko walks a distance from the sick male. He lost his apetite for the day. Looking about the area, he spots a nice set of trees huddled together in the distance. Smiling to his self, he returns to the car sliding halfway into the front seat popping the trunk open. Going around to the back of the car, he pulls out the hammock moving a few things from over top of it. Carrying the bundle of clothes and string, the two wooden ends clacking against each other with each pot holed step the silver haired male takes to the destination. Setting up the hammock, he tugs tightly on the ropes securing them to the tree. Testing it out by lounging his long body in the center of it, he slips out of it then heads back over to Hiei who has planted his self down on the grass against the tree he chose to vomit next to.

"Come on," he holds out a hand to him.

Drained, Hiei takes his hand.

Grinning with triumph, Youko further hoiste the male up laying him over his shoulders like a scarf. "Up we go." He snickers at Hiei's struggling. "I'm pretty high up shorty, are you sure you're ready for the drop." His laugh is a little heartier this time.

"Fuck you!" He continued to struggle all the way up the hill. "Youko, if you don't put me down you're gonna-..." He tenses as the taller male just drops him onto the hammock. "Jerk." He bites out as Youko joins him hastly enough to make the hammock swing and sway. Terrifying Hiei to the thought of falling and tumbling down the hill all the way to the road. If life were a cartoon he'd smack right into the car, he was sure of it.

"Aaaahhh," Youko sighed rather refreshed as he places his hands behind his head. "Too bad its so hot, this would be really relaxing, at least there's tree shade."

Still wearing a sour expression, Hiei eventually eases down beside the splayed out male having to rest his head on Youko's arm out of fear he'd flip over. After about a minute, his insides begin to relax considerably to the point of closing his eyes.

"Nice isn't it?"

"Yeah." He says quietly.

"Do you feel any better?"

Hiei thought that over before saying. "A little bit."

"Bad food?"

"Bad nerves."

Opening his thick lids, the heat bogging his eyes closed with intent to keep them that way, Youko asks. "What are you nervous about, we said just friends."

"Its not important, but I wasn't talking about that."

"Mm." He intoned. "....Like I said before, you can-..."

Cutting him off he finishes. "'Tell you', I know. But I can't. Its private and I'd rather keep that seperate from us."

Peeking an eye down at the black mop that once was Hiei's head, Youko asks teasingly. "There's an us?"

"You know what I mean."

"Mm. But I can pretend."

"You do that. Being with me, you'd be in for nothing but trouble."

"I like trouble, especially the kind with lots of nasty mental scars and violent temperments when you see each other again." He laughs. "Let's you know that at least you're thought about, right."

Hiei scoffs at that. He knows Youko is full of shit. But listening to him talk does tend to make him feel better. A comfortable sleep would make him feel even better than that and as the warmth beat down on him he fell fast asleep, feeling the drivers arms come around him before completely drifting off. Both men slept for two hours, and as they slowly awoke blushing from having slept in each others arms again they wander down to the car replace the hammock in the trunk then head out once again.

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"Which exit?" Asks the driver.

"To the road or through the city?"

"City."

"Straight, then left at 5-23."

Maneuvering skillfully through traffic, Youko was practically calling everyone he knew just to tell them he was in Osaka and drove there all on his own. Sort of. Hiei did hold the map.

"I hope there are no parades going on today." Says the silver haired male absently. Recognizing the street, childhood memories of leering out the window making faces at people guide him all the way to a very lovely beach home just outside the city. Climbing out of the car, Youko spreads his arms in the cool air surrounding the place and takes a deep whiff of ocean.

Like a stranger in a foreign place, Hiei remains in the car watching the driver as he heads over to a house dropping down on one knee to retrieve a key hidden somewhere on the deck of the porch. Straightening up, he waves a hand for the former vocalist to stop gawking and come inside. Slipping out of the car, notebook in one hand guitar in the other, he heads over to the home and steps inside. Its very cozy, casual ocean colors splashed everywhere seashells, the place couldn't be any cheesier but as a nearly naked Youko goes speeding by in his boxers, Hiei has to retract his statement since a twelve year old just ran past him unable to wait any longer to get wet and play in the water. Its understandable though, the days have been brutal this summer.

"Come on Hiei!" He shouts from somewhere outside.

Sighing, he strips down to his boxers as well, wishing more that he could shower rather than swim he puts his things down on the plastic covered couch then heads outside. He'll work on his song later.