Afternoon Delight

Pairing; Yus/Kura/Hi

Warnings; sexual implications

"You don't suppose he's forgotten to meet us here again, do you?"

The fire demon squished between Kurama's body and the bedside wall blew out a puff of air between his pointed teeth. "I don't suppose I care."

"Of course you care," replied the fox, raking long fingers through coarse black hair. Hiei's head rested in the crook of his neck, allowing him easy reach. "You can't expect me to believe it doesn't anger you when he forgets. You look forward to this as much as I do."

Scowling against the sweaty column of Kurama's neck, the small demon said, "I'm not a pervert like some, fox. We don't need him."

"So you prefer it when he isn't present? What a shame; he'll be heartbroken to hear that."

A long-suffering sigh cascaded over Kurama's skin, sending shivers shooting wildly up his spine. "I didn't say that," Hiei growled, mildly irritated. "I'm only saying that it's his own loss if he doesn't show up."

Turning his head, the redhead glanced at the clock resting on the bedside table. Their third was nearly thirty-five minutes late and the two of them had already had at it once. They could go again out of spite, but Kurama knew well that Hiei in particular enjoyed the heat of passion especially when the other was present.

He would have been jealous, really, if he hadn't felt quite the same way. Hiei had been his partner in more ways than crime for long enough that he had felt no discomfort suggesting they bring a third lover the table, and lo and behold the little demon had only agreed once he'd heard exactly who Kurama had in mind.

"If he stands us up again," Hiei began, snapping Kurama out of his reverie, "we'll just have to maim him. I'll carve the meeting time into his arm with my sword. He won't forget after that."

Laughing softly, the redhead pressed his lips to the top of the grumpy demon's head. "No I suppose he wouldn't, little romantic."

A token grunt of disapproval was the fire demon's immediate response to Kurama's teasing. The fox was spared from any further comment, however, by a loud knock on the door of their usual motel room.

In a flash of impressive speed, Hiei had wrapped his cloak around himself and opened the door before the minute was up. Yusuke waltzed in without more than a "hey," shrugging off his jacket unceremoniously.

"You're late, Yusuke," Kurama mentioned, turning onto his side so that he faced the other two. Other than the look of mock anger dressing his face, the fox was bare. He did not miss the way warm brown sidled up and down his naked form before Yusuke donned a sheepish grin, face flushed deliciously from admiration. "We were beginning to think you'd forgotten about us."

The half-breed laughed freely, yanking at the crease of his shirt until it was untucked and he could pull it over his head in one swift motion. "Me? Forget about you? Not a chance in hell."

Behind him, the fire demon tossed his cloak to the tacky motel room carpet. Hiei's voice then dipped dangerously low when he murmured crankily, "he's not the only one you would be forgetting, idiot."

Yusuke turned on his heel to catch the fire demon by the arm, yanking his small body forward into a bruising kiss.

"I know that, spitfire," the Mazoku husked as he pulled away, smirking at the way that Hiei held onto his shoulders, breathless from their kiss.

No more time was spent on conversation; Hiei all but shoved the taller man onto the bed and climbed in as well. The rest of the afternoon was a blur of sweaty limbs, choked moans, and whatever lube was left in the bottle from last week's session (Hiei may have spilled some in his haste but Kurama had come prepared with extra, knowing the little demon's haphazard tendencies).

And although the trio had other duties to uphold - lives to go back to after all was said but mostly done - for those few, simple hours every week they were content to exist in a room with four white walls where everything else faded away except for the sound of each other's breathing and the slap of skin against skin.