The Little Harem Boy
-a YYH fic (sequel to 'The Fair')

Part 4
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The huge double doors parted, opening wide to admit a slim, provocatively-clad
figure and its larger, more muscular shadow.  Abdul spun away from the window,
eagerly turning to face his guests.  Appreciative eyes ran over his captive's 
slender form, lingering over the teasing glimpses of skin that flashed through as 
the boy drew closer.  Minamino noticed his wandering gaze and gave him a warning 
look.

The words 'Touch me and die' hovered, unspoken, in the air.

He immediately contrived to look innocent.

The redhead snorted, not in the least bit fooled.  He pointedly tugged at his top, 
ineffectually trying to get it to cover more of his exposed waist.

Abdul shrugged, conceding the point.  Let it not be said that he didn't know when 
to fall back and regroup.  



Gesturing for the fey youth to have a seat, he walked to the dresser and brought 
out his great grandmother's legacy--an antique, marble chess board complete with a 
set of hand-carved ivory pieces, the latter having aged to the loveliest cream and
black hues.  Shoving the drawer closed with his hip, the young sheik jerked his 
head at his servant, prompting the larger man to bring a small table over to where 
Minamino had chosen to seat himself.  Arms laden, the curly-haired youth then moved 
to the redhead's side, folding himself down on the cushion next to his, and subtly 
brushing up against the boy as he did so.

Wary emerald eyes tracked his every move.

With positively charming smile, he held out a beautifully carved pawn in 
invitation.

"Tell me, Mr. Minamino, do you play chess?"

* * * * *

Kurama gave the smiling human a suspicious look.  There was something about the
blond youth's expression that, had he been in kitsune form, would have made his 
hackles rise.

His eyes quickly flicked to the doors and windows, then to the silent eunuch, and
back.



He silently cursed the large ningen to the deepest pits of Hell.

Prudently deciding to bide his time, the half-youko grudgingly accepted the 
proffered piece.  As soon as the opportunity presented itself, he was going to make
a break for it.



He surpressed a shudder, shying away from that train of thought.



* * * * *

Abdul leaned forward, eyes narrowing in concentration.  Damn, but the boy was good!
His hand wavered between his queen and his knight.  To move the one would leave his
king unprotected.  To chance the other would set him up for a rout in three moves.
Taking a deep breath, he made his decision.

Minamino gracefully countered with a brilliant move of his own, maneuvering Abdul's
king into a corner.  "Checkmate."

With a defeated sigh, the sheik tipped over his king with a finger, conceding the 
match to his captive.  Ah, well, it had been an enjoyable challenge.

He looked consideringly at his soon-to-be concubine.  Minamino had the brains of a
rocket scientist, the grace of a dancer, and the manners of a trueborn aristocrat.
And all this was wrapped up in one hell of a pretty package.



A lecherous smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Now on to the fun part...

* * * * *

Kurama automatically moved the playing pieces, not really paying attention as the 
larger part of his brain was occupied with assessing the room's different escape 
routes.  As he discarded one plan after another, he came to the depressing 
realization that he'd never get out, unless he managed to get rid of his captor's 
bodyguard.  He was seriously considering using one of the seeds in his hair--surely 
it would be minor enough that Enma-Daioh wouldn't object--when he noticed that he'd 
thoroughly trounced the young sheik at their game.

Mentally chiding himself to pay more heed to his surroundings, he called out his 
win.  "Checkmate."

He was to sorely regret this seconds later as the blond youth toppled his king, 
conceded the match, then proceeded to give him a lustful look.



Eyes wide, he began to make a hasty retreat.

* * * * *

Abdul sidled closer to the entrancing redhead, one hand darting out to halt the 
boy's movement.  Large green eyes shot sparks as their owner cursed.

"Get away from me!"  The redhead placed his hands on the blond's chest, pushing the
other back at arm's length.  "I'm warning you..."

"Tsk, tsk, a slave really shouldn't talk back to his master, you know," Abdul 
chided, capturing the other's hands in his own, and using them to pull the boy into 
his lap.

A murderous look filled Minamino's face.  "You are _not_ my master!" he spat.

Abdul's lips curved into a smug smile.  "Oh, but I will be."

"You--"

Whatever the boy was going to say was cut off as Abdul's mouth came down to devour
his own.

* * * * *

Hiei flickered in and out of sight as he traversed the halls of the palace, leaving
numerous unconscious bodies in his wake.  He could feel his lover's ki just ahead,
and spurred his legs faster.

He soon reached a large set of double doors and slammed them open, only to be 
stopped dead in his tracks by the scene inside.

Kurama was in the arms of another man, being thoroughly kissed.

A red haze dropped over his eyes.

"OMAE O KOROSU!!!!"

* * * * *

Kurama twisted away from his captor as his ears caught the sound of his lover's 
furious voice.  Green eyes grew comically wide as he took in Hiei's incensed 
countenance.

Sweatdropping nervously, the slender half-youko quietly began to sneak out of the
room.  If he began running now, he _might_ just make it out of this alive.

* * * * *

Abdul glared at the small child in the doorway.  Who did he _think_ he was to 
interrupt him in his pleasures?  With an imperious gesture, he ordered his servant 
to take care of the nuisance, turning his back on the intruder.  He had more 
important things to do.

Five seconds later, he was bruised and battered, tied up into an uncomfortable knot,
and painfully ruing the day he'd ever decided to accept the sheikhood.

* * * * *

Hiei cast a triumphant look at the hog-tied forms of the two ningen.  Subduing the
bigger one had not been much of a problem, his speed more than made up for that
one's strength.  The other had been even less of a threat--but he'd enjoyed beating
him up a heck of lot more.  

Hn, how _dare_ he touch what was _his_.  Stupid, presumptuous ningen!

Now they could just stay there and watch while he dealt with Kurama.  His lover
had a lot to answer for.

His form blurring, Hiei quickly blocked the redhead's way.  "And just where do you
think _you're_ going, Kurama?"

* * * * *

Kurama gave Hiei a shaky smile, nervously edging away from his enraged lover.

"Now, Hiei, please be reasonable about this."

The spiky-haired youkai gave him a predatory glare, slowly backing the taller youth
into a corner.

"What did I tell you the _last_ time this happened, fox?"

The redhead sweatdropped, remembering the kissing booth fiasco. (1) "Demo, koi..."

"Urusai!"  Crimson eyes gleamed possessively.  "I think it's time to give these 
ningen another lesson about just _who_ you belong to."

Kurama only had time to let out a startled 'meep' before he really couldn't say
anything at all.

* * * * *

But what about the hordes of screaming, lovestruck ningen left back in Japan, you 
ask?  Well...*smirk* _that_ is another story.

*beams*

~Owari~

(1) see 'The Fair' for more details. ^_^

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