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TITLE: As we lay

AUTHOR: Lemonychocolate

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RATING: Mature-Adult

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SUMMARY: After one reckless and unforgettable night, Yusuke and Kurama are
forced to deal with the consequences.

Chapter 2

It was mid-afternoon and Keiko was, at last, relaxing in an
overstuffed chair situated under the window of apartment�s living room.� A cup of tea and a package of marshmallow
cookies sat on the table on her right.�

She was good to go.�

Luxuriating in the noon-day sun that poured over her like
warm honey, Keiko snuggled further into her chair with a gentle sigh as she determinedly
turned her attention to the magazine in her hand.�

Gossip rag, Yusuke called it scornfully.� A sly smirk curved her lips.� Not that she was the only person in this
family that enjoyed reading it.

The place straightened and cleaned, clothes and toys put
away, she was now free to enjoy the relative peace and quiet with both husband
and child away.� The apartment, redolent
with the fragrant aroma of simmering spices slow-cooking, she smiled and turned
the page of her gossip magazine.�

It was her little addiction.�

She paused, her head cocked to the side.� To her ears came a faint scratching
noise.� �

There it was again.�
It was coming from the apartment door.

A perturbed look on her face, Keiko set aside the magazine and
uncurled from the chair to investigate.�
With her parents taking little Nabiki for the weekend, and with Yus-chan gone, she had had several days
entirely to herself.� While she enjoyed
being a mother to Biki and wife to Yusuke, there were times she was grateful when
both were out of her hair.� There were
days when she wondered if she was raising two children rather than one.� Biki would often gleefully feed off Yususke�s
excess�and it could be draining.

When Yusuke had
told her about Koenma�s request, she had been all in favor of him leaving.� A quick call to her parents, and she would
have the weekend all to herself.� It was
only after the apartment was quiet and empty, both husband and child gone, that
a strange unsettling mood overtook her.�

Centered around
Yusuke.

All the while he
was gone she had fretted, oddly worried for some unknown reason.� And it wasn�t like her to worry.� Compared to what Yusuke used to do for
Koenma, these missions were like a walk in the park.

Yet she couldn�t
banish the disquieting feeling of dread.

As she walked
cautiously towards the door, she grabbed the baseball bat from the corner, a
slightly grim look on her face.� Anybody
trying to break into the Urameshis� place was going to get a nasty
surprise.�

The door opened,
and Yusuke stumbled into the hallway.� He
jiggled his keys in the lock.� �Hey,
probably need to call the super t�fix the lock,� he said, giving a hard frown
at the stubborn lock that refused to release his key.� He gave a final yank and retrieved his
key.� He kicked the door shut, setting
aside a shopping bag.

�Yus-chan!�� Keiko cried, her eyes wide with
surprise.� He wasn�t supposed to be home
for another day.� Running, she jumped
into his hastily spread arms and wrapping her legs around his waist, she
peppered his face with kisses.� �I�ve
been worried sick about you!�

Yusuke blinked in
pleased surprise as he stumbled back against the door with his wife cradled in
his arms.� �Hey, if this is the kinda
reception I get, I might hafta do this more often.�� He leered naughtily at the pretty blush that
colored Keiko�s cheeks.�

�Oh, you,� she
said, slapping affectionately at his chest and grinning happily.� Her smile slowly faded at the intent way
Yusuke was studying her.� As if this was
the first time he had ever seen her.� She
pulled his face down to her, hesitating briefly, feeling his warm breath caress
her lips.� Her lips parted as his lips
settled over hers, initally light, then crushing and opening her mouth with a
voracious hunger.� It ignited a fire, low
in her belly.� Her thighs instinctly
tried to come together, anything to subdue the pulsating ache that erupted began
between her legs.

Yusuke groaned
into her mouth, feeling her legs tightened around his waist.� ��Biki, where is she?� he asked harshly,
whirling around to press Keiko against the door.

�Parents�� she
gasped between hot, soul-devouring kisses.�
Her breath coming fast and rapid, she felt his hand running under her
skirt.� She whimpered, shuddering with
eagerness.� A hard rough finger brush
against her silk covered mound.� A gush
of moisture greeted Yusuke�s finger.�
Keiko squirmed with a blend excitement and lewd embarrasment.�� She could feel Yusuke fumbling, his breath
rough and heavy.� Every movement of his
hand brushing against her caused ripples to surge through her.� A muted rip and her panties were torn from
her.� Leaving Keiko wide open to her husband�s
determined, seeking hand.� She cried out
as a thick finger thoroughly investigated her soft folds, deliberately
spreading the wetness around the lips of her sex.�

Yusuke�s hand
cupped her mound, fingers sliding through her wiry curls with consumptous
ease.� She whimpered, squiriming
excitedly as an inquistive finger, hard and callous, began sawing back and
forth in her creamy slit.� A gush of
liquid greeted him.� The wet excitement
of Keiko�s drenched sex rose tantalizing in the air.� Permeating the space between them.� Surrounding them with the heady smell of an
aroused woman.�

Her legs spread
wide, there was little Keiko could do with his body keeping her spread open for
this sexual invasive pleasuring.� Not
that she wanted to stop him.

Keiko�s arms
tightened around her husband�s neck in fevered anticipation.� Her face flushed with shamed pleasure, she
was helpless to stop her body from involuntarily clenching around the invading
digits.� Seeking vainly to draw them
deeper into the hot, tight hole between her legs.� Gasping, a low keening cry escaped her with
each seductive foray into her dripping body.�
Her hips rose and fell, the throbbing center of her body�the place that
belonged exclusively to him.� An anxious,
quivering place that begged to be filled.

She wailed softly
as Yusuke decided to raise the stakes even higher.� His other hand began plucking at her nipples,
tugged them to a pebble hardness.�
Shaping them, plumping them for his hungry, devouring mouth.� Her nipples went diamond hard at the thought,
eager to feel those hot wet lips wrapped around them.� What Yusuke could do with his mouth should be
against the law, she thought hazily.� Her
body tightened around his fingers, slickening his way, as the memory of where
else she had felt Yusuke�s sucking mouth played a tactile memory over her body
.

It was arousing,
to feel him like this.� So urgent and
patently hungry for her.� Fondling her,
stroking her.� Even laying exhausted and
sated in bed, his hands were never idle, never still, running ceaselessly over
her body.� Trying to arouse her tired,
weary body to a state of need.�

She cried out,
muffling her scream of ecstasy in his neck when he inserted another boldly,
investigative finger.� Then another.� Penetrating her wet, creamy richness with a
sure touch and stroking.� She was
embarassed by how wet she was, but it was so incredible hot to be taken like
this.� A bolt of pleasure spasm between
her legs.� Again and again until she
thought she would go mad.� She could feel
every callous ridge of his fingers plundering her, feel every movement of his
tongue as Yusuke suckled ravenously at her nipple, pulling ruthlessly at the
thobbing, aching nub with tight lips.

His thumb found
the her tight kernal of flesh, drawing a scream from her lips.� The round nubbin of nerves between her legs
was rubbed and fondled remorselessly.�
Try as she might, she could not still her hips.� Arching, bucking anxiously as determined
fingers mimicked the hard ridge of muscle thrusting, strong and hard, under her
bottom.�

So hard�hard,
strong and thick, she enclosed his fingers between her legs, angling for
more.� She hid her flushed face in his
neck.� It always embarassed her how
easily Yusuke aroused her.�

She could feel
him, thrusting his throbbing length against her bare bottom.� She whimpered, the awful clenching between
her legs suddenly calling for something thicker and longer than mere
fingers.� And no matter how good they felt,
it wasn�t enough.� It would never satisfy
the clawing ache.

The enticing pressure
of his fingers, the caressing movements of his thumb on her clit�his avid
mouth�it was too much.

She shattered,
letting out a scream as she convulsed in his arms.� The thunderous wave crashed over her, sending
her on rolling, crackling orgasm that tore through her mind.� Breaking her, then seamlessly putting her
back together again.

Her breath coming
in hoarse gasp, she moaned, stiffening in his arms.� Yusuke looked at her, watched her face as the
wide, flared head of his shaft spread her wet, slick folds.�

Slow.�

Agonizing slow, he slid into
her.�

Spreading the soaked lips even further.� She sighed into his open mouth.

With barely enough time to come down from her orgasm, the
feeling of Yusuke�s mouth on hers, desperate and ravenous, reignited her
body.� A low moan of pleasure came from both throats as Yusuke thrust upwards,
sliding into her with tortoruous ease.� They
both sighed with the pleasure as he sank deep within her, and he swallowed her
cry of ecstasy as he thrust upwards.�

His need a tumultuous ache that had to be appeased, he
withdrew then surged relentlessly into her again.� And again.

Keiko moaned.� Her
eyes rolled back as her head thumped against the door.� Madness!�
It was madness what they were doing!�
And it was turning her on faster than anything in the world.� The sight of Yusuke, his eyes closed and his
face tight with a desperate need, stroke the fires of her need even higher.

Braced against the door, Yusuke thrust rhythmically into
Keiko, his hips pounding, grinding with each forward thrust.� It set off explosive shockwaves of pleasure
deep within her throbbing core.� All she
could do was hold on.� Hold on moaning
his name over and over, burying her flushed face into the damp, warm-smelling
skin of his neck.� Later she would feel
embarrassed about the way the door rattled, but not now.�

Dear God, not now!

�GOD, YUSUKE�!� she screamed, clawing at his back with her
nails each time he drove into her.

She began to climax, his relentless thrust driving her body
to a frenzy.�
She tightened around his hard pulsating flesh.� Drawing him along with her as they both raced
to the finish.

Her legs dropped
from around his waist as exhaustion claimed her.� �What�what brought that on�?� she whispered,
laying her head on his chest.� A pleased
grin stole over her face as she mused how thoroughly sated she was.� That he was still hard as a rock inside her
was something experience taught her to set aside until she was ready for
seconds.�� And thirds and fourths.�

Yusuke opened his
eyes slowly.� Staring over her head, his
eyes held a disturbed look.� He wasn�t
satisfied.� Not by a long shot.� He needed more�

�Can�t a husband
greet his woman after a long absence?� he quipped instead.� Wiggling his brows lecherously, he added,
�And I plan on greeting you again.� And
again.�� Swinging her up into his arms,
he grinned at Keiko mock scream of alarm.�
Balancing her easily with one arm, he pulled his pants up and strode
into the bedroom with her.

And Keiko felt a
quick resurgence of desire for her husband.�

*�� *�� *

Keiko layed
cradled against Yusuke�s hard chest, her eyes weighted with exhaustion.� Her body was humming and aching
pleasurably.� It had been a long time
since Yusuke had made love to her like that.�

She used to
listen to her girlfriends complain about their lovers and husbands with a
hidden grin, listening to them bitch about how selfish their men were.� Like once the guys got their rocks off, it
was like they didn�t care whether the women were satisfied or not.� Thank God for her Yus-chan, she thought
fondly with a shiver of happiness.� He
was like an animal sometimes.� More than
half the time it was her that couldn�t keep up with him.� Never once did he complain.� Probably because she would have socked him,
she grinned wryly.�

Idly she traced a
fading bruise on his chest.� Her body
humming with pleasure.� There was a
blissfully achy feeling between her legs.�
For no reason, she laughed softly and pressed a kiss on his chest.

�Hey, what
happened on the mission?�

Laying as she was
on his chest, she felt an immediate change in his relaxed body.� An invisible tension that seemed to strum
through his body.� Confused, her heart
beginning to race and this time, pleasure had nothing to do with it, she lifted
her head to gaze inquiringly up at him.�

�Piece of cake,�
Yusuke replied dismissively, airily waving a limp hand.� His eyes were closed, his expression still holding
a look of one pleasantly satiated.�

�But where�d you
get this bruise?� Keiko asked, her eyes beginning to flash with a bit of
temper.� She sat up, her eyes flickering
over his torso.� �There�s another one!�
She peered closely at a shadowy smudge on his neck.� �And another one.� Urameshi Yusuke, what happened that you come
back bruised?� It was supposed to be a
non-confrontational mission.�� It was
with strong effort that she refrained from yelling.

�Dammit woman,
will you leave it alone?� he growled irritably, pulling away from her clutching
grasp.� �Look, we got a little too close,
alright?�

Studying his face
intently, Keiko sighed.� He was hiding
something from her.� �Well, I guess it
was too much to hope that Kazuma wouldn�t have tripped over the enemy,� she
stated whimsically.

His anger
vanishing, Yusuke smirked up at her.�
Rich brown eyes sparkling with ready laughter.� �Oh yeah, he tripped alright,� he
snickered.� �Right before we left,
dumbass tripped over a rock and knocked himself out!�� Beneath his laughter there was real affection
and concern for his large, endearing friend.

Keiko giggled
helplessly, falling back to Yusuke�s chest.�
She could imagine the scene with ease.�
�Poor Kazuma�� Catching her breath, a thought occurred to her that
managed to still her laughter.� �So�who�d
you do the mission with?�

The shoulder
under her head moved in a shrug.� Yusuke
yawned, his eyes dropping heavily.�
�Kurama��

Silently Keiko
ruminated on that simple word.� An
unnameable tension creeping like cat�s paws over her.� Suddenly she felt the need to verbalize her
love.� �Yus-chan, you know that I love
you right?� That I would do anything for
you?�

�Mmmm, right back
at cha�� Keiko snuggled closer to her snoring husband.� Though exhaustion weighed heavily on her,
calling insistently for her to sleep, her eyes remained painfully dry and open
staring at the ceiling.

For the first
time since they�ve been married�he never said he loved her back.

*�� *�� *
As weeks turned
into months, it was as if they were newlyweds again.� Every other day, once Biki was safely tucked
into bed, Keiko felt a renewed zest for sex. �

While she wasn�t
able to accomondate Yusuke on a daily basis, through much research she had
learned several �tricks� designed to, at least, bring him release.� They had been married for five years and
still she blushed each time, running hastily to scrub her mouth every time
before rejoining him in bed.

She had long
accepted that their individual sex drives were not in sync, and to his credit,
not once had Yusuke ever demanded that she �perform� whether she wanted to or
not.� She heard some of the stories her
friends told her about their boyfriends and husbands; waking them up in the
middle of the night.�

She was happy.

Slowly, so slowly
that she did not notice, something�changed.�
Change in some indeligible way that for the longest while she just couldn�t
see it.

Until it was too
late.

It wasn�t until
she snapped at Biki at the dinner table.�
Simply because the little girl asked a innocent question.� A spreading silence settled over the
room.� Two sets of brown eyes regarded
her with wide-eyed surprise.� In one set,
the hint of tears was imminent in the wounded stare.�

With a muffled
sob, Keiko fled to the tiny kitchen.

�Keiko�� Yusuke�s
voice was quiet, his eyes strangely watchful as he approached his wife.� He had already shooed their daughter to the
little girl�s room.� �Mind tellin� me
what�s wrong?�

�I don�t know.�

Frustrated anger
was evident in the way Yusuke shoved his hand through his hair.� �Well, you had better try.� We got one upset little girl in her room,
wondering what she did to make mommy mad at her!�

�I said I don�t
KNOW!� Keiko whirled around to shout at him.�
Astonished at her quick rage, she covered her mouth.� A pair of wide, startled eyes peered over her
hands.� �I�I don�t know what�s
wrong.� It�s just�I feel�like�like something�s
wrong.� I mean, haven�t you ever had that
feeling, a sense that something is happening, that tingling feeling of
something is wrong?� Like the world is
holding its breath, waiting until whatever went wrong is fixed, so the whole
world can resume breathing?� Well, that�s
how I feel.� How I�ve been feeling
lately.� There�s something indescribably
wrong.�� She knew she was babbling and
not making sense, but dammit she was scared.�
�And no matter how hard I try to ignore it, it�s always there.� Watching me.�
Waiting.�� Her voice was a hushed,
whisper.� She saw how it affected
him.�

And she saw
something flicker in his eyes.

He knew
something.�

Yusuke turned
away from her, to clutch the sink.� His
stomach clenching into a tight hard ball that he thought he was going to be
sick right in front of her.� �Yus-chan�?�
Her voice was hesitant, her touch soft.�
A question inplicit in his name.� �Yusuke�?��

He didn�t hear
her tremulous question as he stared unseeingly out the window.� Kurama was out of town, his mother had told
him yesterday.� He wouldn�t be back until
Wednesday, she had said.� Today was
Sunday.�

He needed Kurama
now.

�Nothing�s
wrong,� he replied huskily.� Silently he
begged her to demand answers, to not let this�slide between them.� He couldn�t tell her, at least, not
voluntarily.

Her hand slid
away.� �Okay.��

Yusuke�s
shoulders slumped imperceptibly and his head hung low.� Deliberatly Keiko turned away, pretending not
to see.� Pretending not to understand.� If she believed hard enough, believed
fierecly enough, then everything would be okay.

It had to be.

That night, they
held each other long through the night.�
Silently aware of a growing chasm between them.

*�� *�� *

Kurama dropped
his bags on the floor with a sigh.� His
eyes were tired and weary.� The train had
been crowded.� He had to share his seat
with a incessant talker.� Six hours and
he was as tired as if he had been the one driving.�� He yawned.�
Maybe he would go visit Hiei.� A
sensuous smile nearly erased the tired lines of his face.

The light was
flashing on his answering machine.� Idly
he pressed the button.� Leaning against
the wall, he leafed through his mail.�
Yusuke�s voice stilled all movement.

�Kurama...?� You there?�
Hey, Kurama, pick up the damn phone, it�s Yusuke!�� There was a hint of panic in the rough
voice.� �Damn, I hate these things.�� Kurama, when you get this message, give me a
call.� Day or night.� We�uhm�we got a�little problem.�� *Click*

Damn, Kurama
siliently swore with a quick glance at the clock.� It was 3 am.�
Still, he grabbed the phone and began dialing, his hands shaking with
nerves.�

Impatiently he
heard the other line ring.� One.� Two.�
Three rings.� �Hello�?� A yawn
interrupted the greeting.

�Yusuke�It�s
Kurama.�� He could practically feel the
other become instantly alert.�

�Hold on, let me
go into the living room.�� Fumbling
noises came over the lines as he waited.�
Then, �You�uhm�you�got my message?��
The heavy breathing at the other end spoke eloquently of just how
desperated was Yusuke.� It was leeching much
of the cockiness from the former tantei.�

Kurama closed his
eyes, a heavy weight settling over him, feeling an equal sense of desperation
himself.� �Yeah�.Now or later?�� He refused to acknowledge the tearing sense
of loss.� This was for the best.� For him and Yusuke.�

There was silence
at the other end.� Then Yusuke�s hushed
voice whispered, �Come over later.�
Keiko�s gonna be gone, she�s got some woman�s thing to do and she�s
gonna drop Biki at her parents for the day.�

�Fine.� That�ll give me time to make sure everything
is�complete.�

Silence greeted
his words.� �Are we�are we doing the
right thing?� Yusuke asked hesitantly.

�I...I can�t
answer that,� Kurama replied hoarsely.�
He blinked rapidly, his eyes moist with a regret he refused to give
voice to.� �This is not a decision I can
make for you.�

A contemplative
silence spread at the other end.� �Then
I�ll see you tomorrow.� They�ll all be
gone by 10 am.�

�Then I�ll see
you then.�� Kurama paused.� �Yusuke��

�Yeah�?�

�I�m�sorry.�

�Yeah, me too�� A
quiet click ended their conversation.�
Kurama�s knees weakened.� Abruptly
he found himself kneeling on the floor, rocking back and forth, his head
cradled in his hands.� The keening wail
of grief from his yokai spirit kept him company until sunrise.

*�� *�� *

The next morning,
Keiko busied herself getting Biki dressed.�
From the corner of her eye, she was amused to note Yusuke, in robe,
pajamas and slippers, stumbling into the kitchen.� They had an arrangement.� Since he didn�t have to be to work until long
after she, he made breakfast.� And since
she got home before him, she cooked dinner.�

It was working,
though usually his version of cooking involved pouring milk into cereal.

Yawning, Yusuke
stretched leisurely.� His arms coming
down with a jerk at a pat on his stomach.�
�Better lay off the beers, Yus-chan,� Keiko snickered in amusement,
bumping him with her hip.� �You�re
starting to get love handles.�

She didn�t notice
the fearful look he shot her as she helped their daughter into the high chair.�

Biki laughed at
her parents teasing.� She was a merry
child, full of laughter, joy and sunshine.�
She was the spitting image of Keiko with her shiny brown hair.� With her wide innocent eyes�Nabiki was a
beautiful little angel.�

She was the apple
of her doting father�s eye.�

�Daddy, got
looooooove handles...� she giggled merrily.�
She didn�t notice her father�s tension, but Keiko did.� Her smile died, a look of contrition on her
face.

�Yus-chan, I was
only teasing.� I�ll love you no matter
what,� she said.� Going to him, she laid
her head on his chest.

Yusuke drew back,
his eyes deadly serious.� �Promise�?�

�Prominse.�� She stretched and kissed him lightly on his
lips.� She pulled back and studied his
face.� A feeling of something wrong, that
something was subtly off, was in full force.�
She bit her lip, feeling torn.� By
remaining quiet, nothing would change; but asking questions, probing for
answers, she had a horrible feeling that life as she knew it would be
over.�

�Yusuke,� she
spoke quietly, searching his eyes to discover the truth.� If you really wanted to know what Yusuke
thought, all you had to do was look in his eyes.� His eyes were a window to his soul.� �You�d tell me if something was wrong,
wouldn�t you?�

And it was with a
feeling of shock that she saw his eyes blank out.� Shuttered.�
Keeping her from seeing his soul.��

Stunned, she
barely heard his reply.� She was on
autopilot, gathering Biki and heading for the car.�

Shopping, having
lunch with her friends, laughing, talking�it was never far from her mind.� Determinedly she set her mind to having
fun.� After the past several weeks of
being stressed out, she needed a distraction.�
Hopefully, an answer would come if she didn�t relentlessly chase after it.

*�� *�� *

It was after 10
am, when the doorbell rang.�� Yusuke was nervously
pacing back and forth.� Despite sensing
the oncoming spirit energy and recognizing it as Kurama�s, still he jumped at
the melodic chime from the door.�

He rubbed sweaty
palms against his jeans.� Closing his
eyes, he took a deep breath before opening them.� With a measure of calm, he walked to the door
and opened it.�

All his hard won
calm flying out the door as a pair of weary bottle-green eyes met his with a
sense of finality.� Time seemed to stand
still.� In that wide green stare, he
saw�forever.�

There was a
bone-deep look of pain, a scream of denial, in the wide eyes before it
vanished.�

Kurama blinked
slowly, looking away from Yusuke.� His
breath easing out in a raspy exhalation of breath.� He had wondered, ever since that night.�

Now he had his
answer.� One look was all it took.�

Nothing had
changed; everything had changed.

�I�uhm�I�� Yusuke
dropped his eyes, unable to put into words how he felt.� He stepped back away from the door, a silent
signal for the other to enter.�

More than
anything he wanted his friend back.� The
composed and unflappable Minamino Shuichi.�
The one person that he knew he could lean on, that he could show his
weakness, let down his guard all without fear of being judged as less than he
was.

The corners of
Kurama�s eyes crinkled.� No words needed
to be said between them.� Some of the
tension was lifted from his shoulders; tiny white lines disappearing from
around his mouth.� Resolutely he pushed
his regret to the back of his mind.� He
could not ask this thing from Yusuke.� �The
same here.�

It wouldn�t be
easy, they both knew, to try to recapture their easy camradrie.� They had connected, on an unknown level, the
first time their eyes had met.�

Yusuke couldn�t
put into words exactly how he felt.� All
he knew was the world, to him, was storm.�
A raging, angry sea seeking to suck him under, to destroy him.� And Kurama was his beacon, steadily calling
him home.� Leading him to a safe, quiet
harbor where Keiko waited.

�You�uhm�want
something to drink?� Yusuke asked uncertainly.�
He didn�t know what to do with his hands.� Shit.�
He wsn�t used to being nervous around Kurama.� Well, maybe a couple of times, but this was
differenct.

Crap.� At a time like this, he wished he hadn�t let
Keiko and Kurama persuade him to stop smoking.

�No, I�m fine,�
Kurama replied politely.� He quickly slid
his hands into his pocket, to still their trembling.� This was just Yusuke, he reminded himself.� Just because you had sex with him shouldn�t
change things.� But it did, whispered from the depths of his mind.

They sat.� Yusuke�s hands danced nervously over his
knee.� �

�Kurama��

�Yusuke��

They both spoke
at the same time.� Startled, they looked
at each other.� Yusuke was the first to
begin laughing.� �Man, what are we gonna
do if we can�t even talk to each other?�

Kurama�s eyes
smiled long before his lips curved upwards.

�I don�t think
you mentioned what your symtoms were when we spoke this morning.�

Yusuke scratched
his head, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable.� �Well, my hair�s about four inches longer.�

Red brows drew
together; the beginnings of an impatient frown on Kurama�s face.� �Get a hair cut.�

Dark eyes stared
intently at the carpet.� �I did.� Yesterday.��
He paused.� �My�tattoos are
appearing.�

Kurama let out a
long, slow breath.� His eyes closing, he
opened all his senses.� Yusuke sat still,
looking fascinated at the kitsune�s face.�
Just at the edge of his senses, he could feel the other doing something,
but he wasn�t quite sure what.� But then
again, he wasn�t surprised.� When it came
to power, while he had more, Kurama probably still could wipe the floor with him.

�Whatcha doing?�
he said impatiently, unable to sit still any longer.

�Well, there�s
definitely two life signs I�m detecting,� Kurama responded finally.� He had a shell-shocked look in his eyes that
Yusuke didn�t notice.

Though he
suspected, still the kitsune�s confirmation floored him.� �Fuck�� he breathed.� He bent over, resting his forehead on his
knees and rocked.� �Fuckfuckfuckfuck�� he
chanted.

�Twins�� Kurama
whispered.� He abruptly rose from the
chair and strode to the window.� His hands,
sliding in his pockets were clenched into tight fists.� He glared out the window, oddly angered at
the bright, sunny day.� His eyes fell on
a group of children playing outside, laughing and running.�� A watery blur soon obsured the laughing
children.� He blinked rapidly, striving
for control.� He would not cry, he
sternly ordered himself.

�You shitting me?�
Yusuke choked out.� His eyes were wide
and stunned at the unexpected news.

�Hardly.�

�Where�re those
damn plants?� Yusuke shakily asked.� He
didn�t want to think anymore.� All he
wanted was for this to be over.�

Kurama sighed.� Briskly he put away his pain and focused on
Yusuke.� He leaned against the wall.� He never looked more elegant or composed than
he did now.� The multicolor shirt, and
black jeans suited him, Yusuke thought briefly then roughly shook his head.�

�What�s the
problem?� he asked impatiently.

Kurama shook his
head without speaking.� With his eyes
closed, Yusuke could feel the slow buildup of Kurama�s spirit energy.� It washed over him in a a slow sensusous
caressing hand.� He gasped, his eyes
opening quickly.� He looked at Kurama,
ready to accuse the kitsune of trying to seduce him.�

However, Kurama
was concentrating on the seed in his palm.�
It cracked open, becoming a fragile seedling.� It grew slowly, at first unfurling
tentatively, then more rapidly.� Larger
and larger, until a long leafy stalk rested in the kitsune�s palm.� �Lay down, on the floor,� Kurama ordered
harshly.�

Yusuke looked at
the kitsune questioningly, a bit miffed by the tone, �cause like who was the
one pregnant, he thought indignantly.�
However, he quickly complied at the flat look Kurama gave him.� He wasn�t willing to chance help being withdrawn.

Plucking several
leaves from the stalk, Kurama eased to the floor as well.� He rubbed two leaves together.� The friction causing a sticky white film to
coat each leaf.� Raising Yusuke�s shirt,
he placed the placed the leaves, sticky side down on the slightly rounded
belly.��

Quietly Kurama
explained as he repeated the action with three more leaves.� �My spirit energy, infused with the plant�s
natural properties, will amphifying its effects.� They must stay on for a minimum of three
hours.��

Holding up four
more leaves, he held Yusuke�s wide-eyed gaze.�
�After you remove the leaves on your stomach, crumble 2 leaves, every 1
hour in a full glass of water and drink it.�
Find some place to lay down.� I
would suggest, perhaps, getting comfortable in the bathtub to lessen the mess,�
he added with a pained smile.

Maybe it was a
trick of the light, but Yusuke thought he saw a brief glimpse of agony in
Kurama�s eyes.� �You�you don�t
approve?��

Dark lashes
swiftly veiled the kitsune�s eyes from further search.� �This is your decision�I can�t�� he swallowed,
struggling to clear the hoarsenss from his throat.� �I would prefer you don�t, but I can not, nor
will not, force you to go against what you believe is necessary.�

Gathering the denuded
stalk he quietly said goodbye and left.�
Leaving Yusuke alone in the empty apartment.

Alone and
thinking.

And while
thinking was never Yusuke�s strong suit�

�sometimes the decisions
he made left his friends stunned.
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